#insert Glimmer growling sounds about the ending

[nny11writes]

Just read a fic that I really loved parts of, and really detested parts of. It is a very unique feeling I haven’t had in a while.

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝒜𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓇𝓎 ~

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ; dom!seungmin x sub!fem!reader, piv, unprotected sex, mirror sex, established relationship, fingering, degradation, impact play, slight dacryphilia, clitoral stimulation, stomach bulge,,,, hitting it from the back LMAO (please-), hair pulling, saliva, orgasm (m/f), creampie, cum, a bit of fluff in the end oh and aftercare <3 

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ; 3.7 k 

Ｎｏｔｅ; this lil piece was inspired by this ask!! (,,, made it more cherry style,,, which means more degrading-)

also idk this reminded me of the earlier days of me making fics- i think its because its kinda short and this layout EEEEEEK-  

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

You thought you knew your boyfriend well after dating him for 3 years. In your eyes he was the most innocent person you knew, his eyes always lost whenever you joked about something remotely sexual. But when it came down to actually having sex he wasn’t the one to shy away, instead guiding you through it as if he was dancing a tango. A tango consisting of sloppy kisses and sticky sweaty bodies. 

The automatic lock on the hotel door let out a small beep as the keycard was inserted, the door opening with a gentle push and greeting you inside a purple dim lit room. You smiled at your boyfriend Seungmin who grinned back at you, pulling you inside the room hastily before shutting the door behind him.

“w-woah~ minnie,,, this is so pretty, thank you!” you squealed as you looked around the room, your eyes busy scanning all the beautiful details that your boyfriend had payed attention to for your third year anniversary, everything from the flower petals on the floor to the snacks that piled up on a table by the sofa that was a distance away from the wide bed with white fluffy pillows and covers. Seungmin shrugged his shoulders, the wrinkles of his dark button up shirt creasing by the elbows as the fabric was folded up, exposing the veins that ran up his forearms. He stepped closer to your figure that was fascinated by the dark lights, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and placing his chin on the crook of your neck, giggling softly at your reaction. 

“You seem to like it” he stated to which you nodded, turning your head to him and pecking him on the tip of his nose, the boy scrunching it as it tickled. “You know what I like the most?” he asked, you answering him with a simple “no?”

“The mirrors around the bed” he said in a dark voice that sent shivers down your spine, his lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear as his hot breath grazed against your cheek. You nodded in agreement, not sure what else to say if there was any time to say something before you were grabbed by the wrist and pushed down on the bed, falling back on the soft covers and pillows, your hair flying in your face. You giggled as Seungmin climbed on top of you, his face hovering above yours as he pushed the stray pieces of hair behind your ear, simply observing the beauty of you, his heart melting at how the apples of your cheeks stood out whenever you smiled brightly at him, the corners of your lips turning upwards and your eyes glittering in even the darkest of light. With two careful hands you cupped Seungmin jaw, swiping your thumbs across the supple skin of his cheekbones before he leaned down to kiss you on the lips, the boy turning his head slightly and bumping his nose against your causing the both of you two smile into the kiss, your cheeks heating up with shy arousal after his tongue slowly slips into your mouth, wet tounge gliding across the surface of yours in a languid and erotic kiss. 

Sure, you’d been in bed with your boyfriend countless times but he somehow always managed to make it feel like the first. The butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach, billowing out of your mouth and entering his, sharing the nervosity. 

Your hands descended down his body, unbuttoning every button that ran up his shirt, revealing his upper body bit for bit. He pulled away from the kiss, standing on his knees above your lying figure, gulping as you looked up at him removing the article of clothing before you heard the familiar sound of his belt buckle clinking as he unbuckled it. Only now when he’s out of your sight to remove his tight fitting pants do you notice the reflection on the ceiling, how you can see everything so clearly whenever you are taking off your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it to the side of the bed, you now lying in a white bra and with your pants still on, eager to remove them in order to see what Seungmin saw every time he fucked you. You heard him snicker as your eyes was focused on the mirror, your expression changing from curious to flustered when Seungmin’s hands caressed you stomach before undoing the zipper of the pants, pulling you downwards slightly together with the pants as he took them off, tossing them together with his clothes beneath the bed, landing with a soft thud against the wooden floor. Your panties didn’t match the bra but when did they ever? The least you expected from your boyfriend was a full view of your body in a mirror but that’s what you got and you weren’t complaining. 

“You already seem interested babygirl” he said, looking up into the mirror and meeting your eyes there instead of gazing at them directly. You nodded as he looked back, observing the body he loved the most in the whole wide world. How your tits sat perfectly in the soft cups of your bra and how you squirmed with your legs, rubbing your thighs together every time he spoke in that deep voice. 

“Good cause that’s where you’ll be looking tonight.” he moved closer to you, sinking down his body against yours and putting his lips close to your ear, his whisper seducing you. “You’re gonna watch yourself cum.”

You froze in position, your heart beating in your throat as the wet patch on your panties grew damp. He pressed his soft lips against your again, biting your bottom lip playfully before his tongue came in contact with yours again, trailing down his hand with the tips of his fingers dancing across your skin, swiftly gliding it under the elastic of your lacy panties and running his middle finger between your folds, feeling the sticky wetness adhere to his finger. Goosebumps erupted on your skin at the sudden touch, the boy groaning at how wet you are from just his kiss, wanting to ruin you and make you nothing more but a drooling and crying mess for him. Slowly he pulled away, giggling lowly as he observed his fingertip that was clad in your sticky essence before he placed it on your lips, you automatically latching on and sucking on his finger before he added another one, your saliva mixing with the slick and dribbling out from the corner of your swollen lips. You looked him dead in the eye, the sexual tension was more than just words and actions, it loomed around the two of you like a thick cloud of smoke. It was in his sharp gaze, the titillation mixed with yearning although he had you whenever he pleased. 

Your wet tongue swirled around his digits, your lips pursed as he pushed his fingers deeper inside your mouth, almost making you choke and groaning softly at the way you softened your tongue, just imagining how you’d look with your pretty lips wrapped around his throbbing shaft. Blood was already rushing south, Seungmin’s cock begging to be touched and it wasn’t long before it was, your hand travling up his bare thigh until you reached his clothed hard-on, squeezing his member through the fabric and coaxing a long moan from the male. With a pop he removed his fingers and quickly stripped himself from his underwear before he kneaded your breasts, pushing the bra lower down on your torso and exposing you to him, the gentle buds hardening as the cold air met them. His cheeks were tinged with red as well as the tips of his ears, barely visible from the purple light that engulfed the two figures in the dark. His hands sloped downwards, tugging on the rim of your panties before pulling them down to your ankles, you kicking them off with your feet and automatically spreading your legs, displaying your wetness to the horny boy. He scoffed at your shamelessness, running his fingers up your folds and gently circling your clit and landing a small slap on your cunt, causing you to jolt upwards, your nose scrunching in pleasurable pain. 

“Look at you, spreading your legs like that. Such a good whore” he cooed at you as he unexpectedly pushed two fingers into your sopping hole, you hissing at the inital stretch, putting your forearms on your tits and pushing them together, a defined cleavage forming that only made the young boy drool from the sight, wanting to fuck your tits and cum all over them. Make you a mess. A small “mhm” made it’s way out of your pretty pout, Seungmin prodding his fingers inside you and making you squirm as he grabbed your face with the other hand, making you look upwards causing you to look up at your own desperate reflection, your neck bending backwards from him squeezing your cheeks together and tilting your head back, refusing to let you look at him.

“You’re gonna watch yourself, see how slutty you are for me” he growled, you not being able to do much other than moan through the pout that formed as he abused your hole with his fingers, curling them up inside you and reaching the raised area of your g-spot, a loud mewl escaping you as he repeatedly teased your clit with his thumb along with moving his fingers between your velvety walls, tears threatening to fall from the corners of your glimmering eyes that swallowed the minimal light in the room. Before you knew it your cheek started stinging, the sensitive nerves reacting to the slap that he placed across the skin, the pain canceling out the noise that formed when the palm of his hand came in contact with your cheek. You bit your teeth together in order to not scream out in pleasure as he used his entire forearms to shake your insides, the squelching sound of your pussy only arousing him more until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

He needed to fuck you. 

Hard. 

Seungmin pried your legs open, holding a firm grip on the inside of each thigh and gripping the fleshy, supple skin, slapping it once before he lined himself up with your entrance, you gazing at him through half-open eyes and furrowed eyebrows to which he tsked, spitting on your tits and seeing the hot saliva run down the side and stain the bed before he spoke. 

“Don’t you dare look at me, look at yourself and how good I’m fucking you. How fucking pathetic you are for my cock.”

His voice trailed down your spine, making your arousal blossom even more than it already had, him rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your wet folds, spreading the glistening precum on your sex. You gulped loudly, remaining eye contact with your own reflection on the roof, exhaling when he pushed himself into your tight cunt and feeling your muscles relax, the tension in your shoulders melting away like warm butter. Even if it wasn’t the first time, you still got nervous and no matter how much Seungmin fucked you, your cunt always wrapped around his cock snuggly, welcoming him into your sopping heat. He groaned, a deep sound that came from within, basking in the pleasure of just having the sensitive crimson tip of his cock inside your throbbing cunt. 

“S-seungmin,,, please f-fuck me already” you begged, biting your bottom lip and looking at him through the mirror, only the crown of his being visible causing you to get even more impatient. You couldn’t read his facial expressions or his body language besides from the small field of vision you had at the bottom of your eyes. You could listen to what he said. Smell his familiar scent as it wafted over to you with each thrust that was slow and mellow, him rolling his hips against yours and playing shyly with your clit by putting his hand on your lower abdomen and using his thumb to toy with the bundle of nerves. He had barely had his fun with you until tears started to spill from your eyes, trying to grip the soft sheets on which you lied on, only making the bed a bigger mess than it already was, marked with spit and tears. Luckily the bed was secured, the headboard not banging against the wall but the sound of Seungmin’s cock ramming into you bounced off the white stucco walls, the sound of skin slapping against each other mixed with your high-pitched moans, your lovers name stringed throughout the incoherent sentences. 

“You’re so fucking loud” He said, slapping your cheeks once again before speaking, “but I love you.”

You could barely keep your eyes on the mirror and when you did you could only look at Seungmin through the reflection, your thighs quivering as he put more pressure on your clit with the rough pad of his thumb, circling it in small figure eights. The way he talked to you and touched you made the pit of your core burn in a blue and orange flame. You were nothing more than a whore, a toy that he could use to his advantage. 

But you were his. 

Your tits jiggled with every thrust that got more and more vicious, Seungmin holding your legs apart by your thigh and rolling his head back in pleasure, small beads of sweat decorating the skin on his temples and along his hairline, soaking a couple of strands of his dark colored hair. You could only imagine his semi-erotic facial expression, getting both frustrated and turned on by the fact that you couldn’t see how hot your boyfriend looked right this moment. A lot of things were left to the imagination with his deep grunts and the soaking sounds of his cock entering you repeatedly being an aid. An accidental moan escaped through your throat as Seungmin gathered his strength in order to roughly slam into you, your entire body jolting upwards on the bed and causing your toes to curl, back arching against the mattress. 

“You want to cum already babygirl? I can feel you clenching around me and I’m sure you can see your dumb drooling self in the mirror” he said, you not even noticing the small stream of saliva that run from your parted lips along your jaw, your breathing getting more rapid as he removed his hand from your clit and instead lifted your legs up, pressing them closer to your upper body. You screamed at the new access the man gained, the subtle outline of his cock was traced on your stomach as he pounded up into you, your clit throbbing in the lack of contact. 

“F-fuck,,, fuck yes,, g-gonna cum” you muttered out in broken syllables, barely being able to look upwards without getting flustered by the sight if you even saw anything at allf rom how your eyes watered, tears brimming at the edges and blurring the stuff you could see through the dark colored lights. Seungmin laughed lowly, adoring the fear mixed with satisfaction in your glimmering eyes, fucking you hard enough to make your hair a spread out mess on the bed, sticking to the saliva on your lips. Suddenly he pulled out, you letting out a tiresome moan and cupping your tits in your hands, pulling on your nipples slightly before releasing, your eyes landing on your boyfriends that were dark with lust. Your body language spoke volumes, you trying to make yourself as small as possible due to worry, wondering why he looked at you with those hooded eyes and that wicked smile. He tapped you on the side of your waist, a silent signal for you to turn around and you compiled without words but only then did you realize what he wanted, what his evil intentions were. In front of you, you saw your own reflection, forgetting that the two walls that welcomed the bed were completely covered in glas, reflecting back your fucked out face that was stained with tears and pure arousement. Seungmin’s hand snaked through your hair, grabbing a fistful by the roots and tilting your head up so that you looked at yourself from an angle, your eyes still glued on him but now instead through a clear mirror. Automatically your back arched, your perky butt up in the air, your cunt crying out from the lack of attention as he leaned closer to your ear, draping his body over yours and whispering seductively into your ear. 

“Don’t you dare look at me, I don’t like nasty whores looking at me. Watch how fucking pathetic you are when getting fucked.” He cleared his throat, his breath tickling against the side of your neck when his other hand stroked your back before wrapping around your throat, pushing on the sides and making you choke, lightheadedness making the room spin in a mystical and aroused daze. 

“No one else can fuck you this good, isn’t that right y/n?”

You nodded, the boy feeling the saliva run down your esophagus as you gulped loudly, your heart racing in your chest. He placed a wet kiss behind your ear causing you to raise your shoulder towards your head, a small giggle escaping you as the light kiss tickled your skin, you saw him smile momentarily, his intimidating aura bursting by the seams from the way your lips lingered in a smile even moments after he had kissed you. Both his hands cascaded down your back as he stood on his knees behind your cowered figure, a slap echoing in your ears before the pain surged through your skin, almost like he left an imaginative handprint on your asscheek. It was almost a threat. You needed to look at yourself in the mirror ahead of you or else he would punish you by more slaps, spit on you or both at the same time. You wanted to be good for him, it was afterall an anniversary. 

“Are you ready sweetheart?” he murmured under his breath to which you nodded, having to break eye contact with yourself from the humiliation you felt of watching yourself in the eyes while your boyfriend was pushing into your slippery cunt, carding through his dark hair with the other hand, pushing a couple of sweaty strands away from his glistening forehead, the same warm feeling of your pussy enveloping around his cock. You nodded a bit too late, your jaw hanging slack from the pleasure as you rolled your eyes back, gasping for air and moaning uncontrollably. He grabbed your hair by a fistful again, twisting it around his wrist that was the home to a dainty silver bracelet, his vicious thrusts startling you. 

“I said fucking look at yourself, are you that dumb or do you only understand when I slap you, hm?” he practically growled at you, attentively watching your every facial expression and seeing the approaching climax almost painted on your face. It was the way your eyes puffed up, your cheeks clad in glittering tears and your lips swollen from just how much you had been biting on them in order to silence your screams. Seungmin licked two fingers on his other hand and snaked around your waist, diving in between your legs in order to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves, driving you over the edge. 

“o-oh,, fuck! yes! right there, g-gonna cum!” you yelled in a high-pitched voice, arching your back even more and scrunching the sheets up with your hands, trying to find something to hold on to in order to not bounce back on Seungmin’s cock harder than you already were. This was a scene so far beyond erotic. You didn’t know that watching yourself get fucked hard and deep could be so thrilling, especially since you weren’t allowed to look at Seungmin without getting slapped around like the whore you are. 

Your lovers thrusts got sloppier and uneven, the pack slowing down and him instead going deeper, his hips slamming against your ass and causing your buttcheeks to wobble, him pinching your clit and making your knees weak, it was almost impossible to hold on any longer. With a final hard thrust you came, your love juices coating his throbbing cock that was decorated with thick veins, you moaning his name repeatedly until you came down from your high, your hand trying to grab onto his wrist to the hand that was circling your clit, begging him to stop. Your desperate whimpers was what set Seungmin’s climax off, the young boy rolling his head back before a low grunt escaped his mouth, dumping his cum inside your puffy hole and coloring your velvety walls in his milky white cum. The warmth was comforting, just as comforting as Seungmin releasing his hand from your hair and cunt, stroking your back and muttering “good girl” multiple times along with a small “i love you”, reminding you of how much he loved and cherished you. 

The room got silent, fatigued breaths hitting your ears, feeling Seungmin pulling out of you and only seconds later feeling the familiar feeling of cum dripping out, running against your cunt and small droplets staining the bed in a darker shade. You heard Seungmin snicker behind you, running his fingers along your cunt and smearing the cum all over, you flinching in overstimulation as his fingers came in direct contact with your sore clit. 

“You good?” you asked as you turned around, your eyes lightning up as you saw his handsome face again, only this time you caught it in the moment you loved it the most; right after sex. 

“Mhm, how are you baby?” he inquired to which you nodded before answering. 

“Now I’m doing good cause I can see you~" you said with a bright smile, stretching out your arms to which Seungmin complied, hugging you back and feeling your bare tits pressing up against his warm chest. He cupped your cheek, swiping his thumb across your cheeks that were still stinging, leaving a small kiss on it. 

“You know that I love you?” he asked quietly, you looking him deep in the eyes and smiling, his eyes turning into half-moons as he smiled back. 

“Of course I do, minnie” you answered, placing a delicate kiss on his cherry red lips. The purple lights luring the both of you to sleep, covering your eyes and enticing you into a deep slumber. 

It was an anniversary worth remembering.

[sparkle-hwa]

spoiled

summary: a fun night in with your two boyfriends.

pairing: poly relationship: dom!hongjoong x dom!seonghwa x sub!female reader

genre: smut

TW: none (but please let me know if I need to add any)

CW: dom/sub, name calling, degradation, unprotected sex

Word count: 2,153

You sat on the couch between your two boyfriends, watching the TV with them, but only paying half attention. Hongjoong had his left hand on your leg and Seonghwa’s arm was around your shoulders. You loved being spoiled by them and movie night was the best way to get that. They came over, made sure you were comfy, made you good snacks, and always let you pick the movie. After a long week of work, this is all you needed, aside from what you knew was coming later. 

Hongjoong’s hand began to trace circles on your leg. You sighed and shimmied down closer into his chest, resting your head in the little space between his arm and his chest.

“You look mighty cozy down there, sweetie,” Seonghwa mused, taking his hand from around you and using it to stroke your cheek.

“Thanks, I am,” replied Hongjoong with a giggle. Seonghwa reached up and stroked his cheek as well and gave him the same sweet smile. 

You loved how caring they were to each other; it made your heart flutter seeing them being so sweet to one another. Being in your polyamourous relationship was the best thing to happen to you in a long time. Not just being spoiled by having two sweet guys dote over you, but being able to see them in a different light then just with the other group members was refreshing. With all the work that had to be done, especially with their comeback approaching quickly, both of the oldest boys had to be mature and help the others to focus so that everything could get done on time. It was nice to be able to give them a space where they could relax and be cute and goofy.

You closed your eyes in contentedness. Suddenly, you felt the brush of lips and the tickle of breath on your neck. Seonghwa kissed you gently, eliciting a gentle moan from you as you arched your back and leaned your neck back. Hongjoong took this opportunity to take over the other side of your neck. Soon, goosebumps raised all over your body as the boys made tiny, purple marks down your neck. It was Hongjoong who made it to your lips first, kissing your bottom lip so gently it made you whimper for more. He giggled softly and kissed you more fervently. His tongue made its way into your mouth and you gladly accepted it. Seonghwa began to run his hands up your torso, catching the hem of your sweater on the way up. He slowly pulled until you felt the cool air on your erect nipples. Breaking off your makeout session with Hongjoong briefly, you lifted your shirt over your head. Seonghwa immediately began sucking on your nipples. You resumed making out with Hongjoong and began palming the growing bulge in his pants. 

Suddenly. Hongjoong grasped the hair on the back of your head. He tangled his fingers in your locks and, much to your displeasure, broke off your kiss, leaving your lips wanting more. Seonghwa removed his mouth from your breasts and both boys exchanged a sultry look. They ended whatever conversation they were having telepathically with a heated kiss, your hair still in Hongjoong’s grasp.

“Well….” crooned Seonghwa. “It seems we’re in for quite the night.” Both boys stood and you had to stumble along as Hongjoong was not letting his grasp on your hair go. He roughly pulled you down the hall, Seonghwa trailing behind. You could feed his gaze on your body and just the thought had more wetness pooling in your core. Once you reached your room, Hongjoong dragged you closer to the bed and,  more gently than you expected, dropped you on your knees on the soft carpet. 

Both of your boyfriends towered over you. All you could do was peer up at them and hope for the best. They were busying themselves, making out with one another and simultaneously ridding themselves of their sweatpants and undergarments. You dutifully opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue awaiting the two hard cocks. Seonghwa took the lead and began inserting his into your opening. You latched on with your lips as he pressed deeper into you and you simultaneously reached to grab Hongjoong’s hard length. Finding your rhythm, you stroked his cock at the same pace you were sucking off Seonghwa and for one second you imagined this might turn out to be a pretty calm night. Just as soon as that thought crossed your mind, you felt Seonghwa’s cock leave your mouth.

“My turn, you dirty slut,” whispered Hongjoong, and much rougher than Seonghwa, he pushed himself into your mouth. You moaned at the girth that overtook you and drool began to spill down your lips as he quickly pushed in and out. 

“Aw look at you getting all fucked out already,” crooned Hongjoong. “She’s gonna get all tired out before the real fun Hwa. What do you say we take this to the bed?”

This time it was Seonghwa’s turn to be rough towards you and, as Hongjoong pulled away from your mouth, he grabbed you by the throat and stood you up. You locked eyes with the dark haired boy and saw the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“You love wearing my hand as your necklace don’t you, slut?” Seonghwa said and he spat on your lips as you nodded furiously . You were so preoccupied with not breaking eye contact with Seonghwa that you didn’t notice that Hongjoong had grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Before you knew it, he was swinging your arms around your backside and locking your wrists together. When they were in place, he swiftly hit your ass twice and said, “She’s all ready for us now.” Seonghwa kissed you deeply, his spit mixing with your’s in your mouth.

“All fours. Bed, now,” he ordered when he broke off the kiss between you two. You climbed onto the bed and laid with your cheek on the comforter, ass in the air since you couldn’t support yourself with your hands. You could feel the boy’s eyes on your body and it made you drip from your core just thinking about what they wanted to do to you.

“Me first,” said Seonghwa . “I want to fuck her fresh, wet pussy before anything else.” You heard Hongjoong step to the side and tensed up expectantly as you felt Seonghwa get close to your opening. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down you, collecting all the wetness he could. As he slid in, you moaned hard and instinctively spread your legs wider so he could get as much of his girth in as possible..

 “F-f-fuuuuuck,” you said. 

“Aw does babygirl like that?” said Seonghwa with another smack on your ass. 

“Yessss,” you trailed off as he continued to thrust in and out. 

Hongjoong, now standing on the side of the bed, grabbed your hair again like he did when this all started and pulled your head up. 

“If you like it so much, what does a good slut have to say?” he said with a growl.

“T-thank y-you…” you whispered.

“What? What was that?” said Hongjoong devilishly. “I don’t think Hwa could hear you all that well.”

“Thank you for fucking my pussy,” you said louder.

“That’s right, you are thankful,” replied Hongjoong, and in one swift movement, still holding your hair, he slammed his cock into your mouth. As Seonghwa fucked you from behind, Hongjoong fucked your face, and the boys settled into a rhythm that steadily brought more and more warmth to your core. You moaned around Hongjoong’s cock, careful to watch your teeth, but soon the feeling in your core became too much to handle. You pulled away from the cock in your mouth and begged, “Please, please can I cum?”

“Not yet, you’ll cum when I say you can,” growled Seonghwa with an extra hard thrust. “I’ll give you a countdown and when I get to the bottom, then you can cum.” 

“Y-y- yes sir,” you whined, desperate for the release now but happy that he wasn’t going to edge you senselessly tonight.

“Ten,” he began and landed another firm smack on your ass. You yelped from the pain, making Hongjoong pull your hair tighter.

“Nine,” he continued, alternating sides for his spanks. With each hit you felt tears springing to your eyes but also the intense feeling you loved so much building more and more. 

“One,” he finished and with the final smack, you came, hard, over Seonghwa’s cock. Wet rushed down your legs and you heard Seonghwa chuckle deeply as you rode out your orgasm. 

“Mmm you must have really wanted that,” he crooned, dragging his fingers up the inside of your leg, collecting your cum. He walked over to you and promptly shoved his fingers in your mouth.

“Taste it you whore,” he ordered and you greedily sucked on his fingers. 

“Hwaaaa,” Hongjoong whined. “We haven’t had a chance to cum yet and she has, it’s not fair.”

This time it was Hongjoong who ended up with Seonghwa’s hand around his throat and you watched as the smaller boy gazed nervously, but expectantly, up at him.

“What happened to your big, commanding demeanor, huh?” replied Seonghwa. “You can face fuck a whore but can’t bear the thought of having to get yourself off?” 

Hongjoong shyly nodded and Seonghwa turned his gaze to you. He let his grip go and moved to take the handcuffs off of you.

“I want you in the same position she was in,” he said, lightly shoving the smaller boy towards the bed. “And you,” he motioned toward you. “Rest your pretty little self on the headrest and spread your legs wide.” 

You both obliged hurriedly and Seonghwa roughly positioned Hongjoong’s head so it was resting on one side of your open legs. He bent down so he was eye level with the other boy’s face and said, “Now you are going to lick her pussy while I fuck your sweet hole and if I hear her making the most heavenly sounds because you’re doing a good job, then I’ll consider letting you touch yourself.”

You felt Hongjoong swallow deeply as he nodded and said “yes sir”. He quickly got to work licking your pussy while Seonghwa dug around for a bottle of lube in the side table. Once he found it, he clambered in the bed and you heard Hongjoong whisper “f-fuck” just like you had as Seonghwa squeezed out a dollop of lube and spread it around his asshole. He did the same for his own cock and quickly he began to push into Hongjoong’s waiting ass. 

“Ohhh my god,” moaned Hongjoong as Seonghwa pushed harder and harder into his ass. He continued to lick and suck on your folds and something about the fact that he was now also being fucked made you even more wet. You started to moan and quickly remembered Seonghwa’s order to Hongjoong. You wanted your boyfriend to get his orgasm and it did feel amazing having him eat you out. Quickly, you began to moan louder and ran your fingers through Joong’s hair, pulling him closer into your cunt.

“Good boy,” moaned Seonghwa as he bottomed out completely in the other boy’s ass. “Sounds like you’re doing good work up there.” Instinctively, Hongjoong raised his hips higher, giving Seonghwa the ability to thrust deeper and hit the best spots deep inside him.

“Stroke your cock,” commanded Seonghwa and quickly Hongjoong grabbed his hard length and began stroking it. Instantly, he moaned into your pussy.

“Oh thank you, thank you,” he moaned as he gripped and rubbed his dick. As he pleasured himself, he sucked hard on your clit and you felt yourself coming close to another orgasm.

“M-m-mmmm,” you let out between choked breaths. 

Seonghwa locked eyes with you and smirked. Instantly this sent you over the edge and you came on Hongjoong’s tongue and face. 

“Fuuuck,” muttered Hongjoong and you noticed him stroke his dick faster and faster. Seonghwa picked up on his speed as well and soon both boys had their heads thrown back.

“Cum for me baby,” growled Seonghwa, and not a second later, Hongjoong spurted his cum all over the bedsheets. Seonghwa pulled out of the other boy's ass and came onto his back with a loud moan. Hongjoong collapsed onto the bed and you heard a sigh come from Seonghwa as he gently stroked the last drops out of his cock. 

The three of you laid in bliss for a few moments, taking in the scene of each other, entirely content with the scene that had just unfolded.

From his position, face down on the bed, you heard Hongjoong say, “Shower then snuggles and what do you say we finish that episode we were watching before all this?”

“I think that sounds delightful,” you said.

[andypantsx3]

statistically significant | 7 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

One month later

The Hero Awards certainly did not disappoint the second time around.

Though you’d spent the last few months in the company of some of these heroes, you couldn’t help but linger on the sidelines as they stalked their way down the walkway, staring in awe. As before, they were decked out in their absolute best, glimmering in jewel toned dresses with daring cutouts, or carving dashing profiles in well-fitted suits. Reporters and fans swarmed the sides of the red carpet, roiling like a pot reaching an agitated boil.

Their excitement was so palpable it hung heavy in the air, absolutely contagious. Maybe it was the fact that you knew some of the heroes up for awards tonight personally, but the potential of the evening simmered under your skin, a soft but constant hum of frenetic energy.

Or maybe some of that was due to the fact that this year, you’d been able to convince your boss to shell out the extra cash for the full dinner option. No longer would you need to smuggle snacks into your dress--this evening, you were a solid professional.

Which was a good thing, really, as the dress in question was not altogether any more secure or supportive than your dress from last year. You’d tried to angle for a thicker fabric and a little more of a conservative design, but several people had aired opinions on your choices over the course of the last few weeks, and you’d ended up in a thin swathe of delicate fabric that was really quite pretty, if you did say so yourself, but would support a grand total of maybe two popcorn kernels.

“You’re looking awfully forlorn over here,” someone chirped by your ear.

You startled, whirling to find Mina behind you, looking rosy and radiant in a form-fitting dress only a few shades lighter than her skin tone. Tiny pearls and clusters of glittering pink diamonds were stitched carefully into the fabric, winking at you as she moved, as bright as the conspiratorial grin she wore. She looked absolutely fabulous--she was one of the people who’d bullied you into the snackless gown, and you could begrudgingly admit that the girl had taste.

“Is it because a certain hotheaded blonde isn’t here yet?” she asked, a pink eyebrow going up.

You flushed. “Mina--oh my god, no. Not everything is about him, you know.”

She idly inspected a nail, looking supremely unconvinced. “Someone should tell him that, then.”

You huffed a laugh. The last time you’d been at the Awards, you’d said as much to him yourself. But a year later, the message was still not exactly being received.

“I’m actually thinking about dinner. I’m literally starving,” you complained, trying to divert the subject.

Mina nodded sympathetically. “I have a six pack and I still had to suck in to fit into this shit.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled sympathetically. You weren’t proud of what it was going to be like when you were finally unleashed on that multi-course dinner, but god it was gonna be worth it.

Several shrieks went up in the crowd of fans behind you, and you looked over your shoulder in alarm. Your pulse relaxed slightly when you realized it was just another pro sauntering down the walkway, but then the lights flickered off ashy blonde locks, and your pulse jumped violently. You jerked in surprise.

Mina didn’t even try to suppress her snort as you turned around fully, eyes pulled like a magnet to Bakugou as he stalked down the red carpet. Even looking like he would rather be anywhere else, and moving briskly over the carpet like he was going in for a kill, he still looked better than he had any right to. The charcoal of his suit--stitched with deep ruby flowers so dark they were almost black--brought out the piercing scarlet of his eyes, and your heart leapt into your mouth when those eyes cut over to meet yours.

His expression didn’t change, and he kept moving, but you flushed all the way from your head to your toes at the intensity behind his look.

Mina made a disgusted noise. “You’re both like a dog with a bone.”

You glared at her accusingly. “We literally just looked at each other.”

She clicked her tongue. “Please, he all but just pissed on you to mark his territory.”

Before you could reply, she called out, catching sight of Kirishima, and seized you to drag you over to say hello.

You let Mina drag you around for the next half hour, making polite conversation with her high school friends, a couple of friends from other agencies, and one fashion journalist who Mina had converted into a weekly drinking buddy. Mina kept the conversation light and easy, and you enjoyed yourself for the most part, though you almost passed out when a very distinct head of green curls materialized over her shoulder and then Midoriya Izuku--better known as the number one hero Deku--was smiling at you eagerly.

Things got even weirder when he appeared to not only already know who you were, but knew a great deal about your work, enough to ask some very detailed questions about your training model software that was going into production a couple months from now. Mina had the gall to cut into the conversation to call you both huge nerds, though she’d directly benefited from the model herself.

The conversation was unfortunately cut short when a calloused hand flung itself in front of your face and a rough voice sounded from over your shoulder. “Stop sticking your nose in my fucking business, Deku.”

You whipped around to find Bakugou glaring over your head at his former classmate. His hand closed around your shoulder and dragged you closer to him.

“I was just asking about her model, Kacchan,” Midoriya said patiently. “It’ll be great to be able to compare my movements directly with some of the other heroes in almost real time! Ojirou’s been trying out some new fighting forms and I was thinking I should try to adapt them to work into my shoot style--”

“Just because you couch it in nerd shit doesn’t mean you’re not trying to spy on me, fuckstick,” Bakugou said. “Stop poking your nose into my relationship like the town fucking gossip.”

Midoriya flushed a little, looking slightly chastened when you turned back to him in question. He gave you an embarrassed little smile. “I did want to meet you for reasons other than your model. Kacchan’s been my friend since I was little, and I wondered what kind of person could interest him so much he wanted my perspective on your work--”

“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou demanded, but he wasn’t fast enough.

You perked up in interest. “He asked you what?”

Bakugou bristled like a cat being dangled over a bath, but Midoriya was paying him no mind. “Right after the last Hero Awards, he’d done all this research and he asked me about whether your model results lined up with some of the personal analysis that I was doing--”

“Deku,” Bakugou’s fingers tightened on your arm, growing alarmingly warm. “If you don’t shut the fuck up right now I’m going to punch all of your teeth straight down your throat and into your stomach.”

“Kacchan,” Midoriya protested, but he was interrupted by a call on the overhead for everyone to start taking their places in the theater interior for the awards to begin.

Bakugou used the distraction to pry you away from Midoriya. In the blink of an eye, he’d gotten you across the theater and was corralling you towards the Miruko agency tables, looking like he’d sucked on a lemon. You stifled a laugh. You’d wondered a couple months ago exactly how and when he’d figured out you were quirkless, and he’d once asked if you thought you were the only one who’d done their research.

If things were anything like you were starting to suspect, your demands that he do better at the Hero Awards had apparently aroused his interest in more ways than one.

You and Bakugou hadn’t exactly settled on formal terms for your relationship yet, and he still more often than not answered any of your interest with the assertion that you were the one with the crush on him. But this was more evidence--beyond the mysterious coffees that showed up at your workstation almost every morning--that your interest was more intensely reciprocated than he was willing to own up to.

By the time you’d settled at a table and been flanked by a grinning Mina and Kaminari, the awards were getting underway. They were thrilling to watch, something you’d had to miss out on last year when you needed to sneak out with a giant hole in the front of your dress. The heroes you’d worked with this year raked in an insane number of awards, and their elation was palpable, so thick you could almost taste it in the air. The pair of men with satyr horns were named the Best Rookie Duo, Miruko was awarded Takedown of the Year, and Kaminari clocked the Fastest Fight Win for a battle last month in which he’d rendered a villain with an aluminum quirk insensate only seconds into the fight.

A very unfortunate match up, you thought.

Mina nabbed an award for Fan Favorite, and in almost no time, it was the moment that you’d been nervously awaiting since nominations had gone out. You’d cheated, doing your own calculations behind everyone’s backs just to get a clearer picture of what his chances were, and you rather liked his odds, but there was always a chance it wouldn’t go how you thought. But this was the moment that Bakugou was up for Most Valuable Hero.

You barely heard any of the words the host was saying as he trotted out the names of the nominees, detailing some of their key accomplishments. He covered Bakugou's latest slew of assists and rescues, stats that made you feel kind of weirdly warm and proud, and then your ears strained for the syllables you’d hoped to hear.

And then:

“The winner is...our explosive number six, Ground Zero!”

It took everything in you not to leap out of your seat in joy, though something like a strangled squeal managed to escape you. Bakugou gave you an evaluating look as he got to his feet, stalking up on stage with his usual intensity.

As soon as he was up there, it struck you that allowing him time for an acceptance speech was maybe not a great idea. Graciousness was not exactly a strength of his.

“Obviously I’m the most valuable,” he growled into the mic. The stage lights glinted off his hair and teeth, making him look slightly more predatory than usual. “I didn’t need you fucks to tell me.”

A choking noise could be heard from Kirishima’s seat a couple tables over, and Mina put her head in her hands.

“What’s important is that I’m number six now and it only took me a month,” Bakugou’s head swiveled in the direction of Midoriya and you suppressed a groan. “Don’t get fucking comfortable. I’m gonna wipe the floor with every one of the top five, and next awards you’ll all be kissing my ass.”

He didn’t seem like he had much more he wanted to say, which was an incredible relief as both the host and nearby security looked about ready to wrestle him offstage.

He leapt neatly down from the stage, and when he made it back to the table, he didn’t take his seat again. Instead, he grabbed your arm, hauling you out of your seat, and then he was pulling you down the aisle and through the door to the reception area.

He pulled you past the snack table and you thought he was steering you towards the stairwell again, but at the last second he took a sudden turn, shoving you through a door into the women’s powder room. You didn’t even have enough time to formulate a question before he had you backed up against the wall, your shoulders hitting the cool stone at the same time his mouth hit yours.

His kiss was hot and demanding as always, and you lost yourself in it easily. He trailed a line of burning kisses down your neck and over your shoulder, making you shudder and shake when he lingered too long over any particular spot.

It was hard to think past the press of his body on yours, but you tried your best to formulate words.

“Katsuki--it’s--we’re in the women’s room,” you panted, embarrassed by the fact that even as you spoke, you were clutching him closer. “This is--what are you--? S-someone’s gonna come in.”

Bakugou broke apart from you just long enough to level a searching glance around the room and--spotting what he’d been looking for--hefting the trashcan in front of the door with a forceful kick to stop it shut.

“There, nerd. Now stop fucking complaining,” he rasped, immediately attaching his mouth back under your jaw. You shuddered.

“What the fuck has gotten into you,” you demanded, seizing a fistful of his blonde hair to pull him back from where he was leaving what felt like a very deep bruise over your collarbone.

He leveled you with a burning, red-eyed stare. “Like you don’t fucking know.”

You looked at him in question. “...I actually don’t.”

He tried to lean in again but you gripped his hair harder. “What? You can’t just keep throwing me up against walls, especially here. What is it with you and shoving me into weird places at the Hero Awards?”

Bakugou growled. “If you don’t shut the fuck up and let me do what I want, I’m gonna burn throught this dress too.”

You froze up, then glared at him accusingly. “I literally write the code that processes your rank. If you ever wanna come within sniffing distance of the top three, you won’t touch a single thread of this dress.”

The hands on you grew hot, but not hot enough to burn. Bakugou slid a calloused hand over the curve of your waist, thumb brushing the underside of your breast.

“God, the fuckin’ attitude on you,” he said, almost reverently.

You felt your face warm under his scrutiny as he leaned closer. “You wanna know what's gotten into me? I wanted to melt that entire fucking thing off you last year. You were so fucking mouthy, such a little brat to me. Wanted to rip your dress off and fuck you right in the stairwell until you forgot you’d ever even heard of numbers.”

You shivered. Bakugou smirked, eyes darkening, leaning back in to bite under your jaw. You realized you’d lost your grip on him and willed your fingers to cooperate again.

“I fucking won that stupid award because I let you boss me around. I've waited an entire year. Now you’re gonna let me do whatever I want with you.”

Your legs went out from beneath you but Bakugou was already there, catching you under your thighs and hauling you up onto the countertop between the sinks. Your back brushed the mirror, glass cold under your shoulder blades.

“Y--you know, if you actually want to be number one, you can’t make speeches like you did,” you babbled nervously as he filled the space between your thighs. “Your public approval rating is part of your ranking, right? It’s weighted right below rescues…”

Bakugou paid you no mind, fingers already searching over your back to find the zipper to your dress. He yanked it down with little ceremony, seizing the front of your bodice to pull it off of you.

“I don’t need to be fucking nice if I’m the one saving the day,” he announced imperiously, leaning down to capture a nipple with his mouth.

Your hips jerked, and he pressed a hand to your thigh, holding you back down against the counter. Dimly, you registered that the words were familiar. “N--not--ah!--not this again.”

Bakugou didn’t deign to respond, instead doing something absolutely mind-bending with his tongue. You swore loudly, catching a fistful of his jacket. “Fuck, Katsuki!”

A hot palm slid up your thigh, gathering up the soft material of your skirt until he could slip a hand underneath. Calloused fingers trailed over your core with obvious intention. You inhaled sharply when he pressed them into you, leaning up to cover your mouth with his again.

Bakugou had you squirming wildly against him in barely a minute, snorting when you tried to get a hand on his zipper.

“Want me that bad, nerd?” he asked, pressing forehead to yours in an oddly tender move.

“If you don’t hurry the fuck up I’m gonna finish things myself,” you threatened, though Bakugou did not look at all as if he believed you.

He helped you get his zipper down, taking himself in hand, but he stopped just as he brushed your entrance, leaning forward to bite another kiss into your mouth.

“Now it’s time for you to make good on your end of the bet,” he growled, a smirk growing over his features. “You’ll tell me I’m the best and I was right all along.”

You stilled underneath him, disbelieving. “Are you--are you fucking serious.”

Bakugou pressed forward, just enough for you to feel the pressure of him on your clit. You fought down a noise like a whimper. Damn him.

“I jumped two ranks,” he said. “You’ll tell me I’m the best if you want me, nerd.”

“I am not gonna beg for you like this,” you announced, though it sounded a little more like a question than you had wanted it to.

Bakugou brushed his thumb over your clit again and little sparks danced over the corner of your vision. “Mmm, you’re gonna scream.”

You felt something like a tension snap inside you. Fuck it. He was so annoying but holy shit if he wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever encountered. If he needed his ego stroked, well it wasn’t nearly as much as you needed your own stroking.

You grit your teeth. “Ugh, fine--just--you’re the best, and you were right all along. Now will you please--”

You didn’t even get to finish before he was sinking into you, narrow hips fitting flush with your thighs. You swore at the feeling of fullness, and then he was moving, picking up into a frantic pace. He leaned forward, sealing his mouth over yours to swallow all the little noises you were making. It was mere minutes before you were shivering underneath him again, moving your hips to meet his, desperate for more, Katsuki, more.

“Ah fuck--so fucking good for me,” he grunted against your mouth, giving a particularly hard thrust, and that was all it took to unravel you.

You stifled a scream in the thick fabric of his jacket, arching up into him. He cursed and followed after you with a few more short thrusts, crushing you against the counter when he let his weight go slack.

You panted underneath him, catching your breath while your fingers slowly unclenched themselves from the hem of his suit jacket. Bakugou rubbed his face in the hollow of your shoulder, radiating smug satisfaction.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, nerd?” he rasped, biting down lightly where he’d left the hickey earlier.

You pulled back, looking into his face again. He looked far too pleased with himself, but he was so handsome like this, all messy hair and a kiss darkened mouth. Your irritation with him fizzled out a little.

He flashed you a predatory grin. “You said it yourself--I'm the fucking best.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop your hand from coming up and tangling in his hair. “Shut the fuck up.”

Bakugou, predictably, did not look as if he was going to shut the fuck up at all. So you took matters into your own hands, and leaned in and kissed him again.

[theepisceswriter]

CRYING OVER SPILLED MILK  — TOJI FUSHIGURO *insert cute edited picture of Toji here that I don’t have*

Synopsis: After a long stressful day of work, you come home to a bratty Toji just begging to get punished by you. 

A/N: To the bestie that sent me that request for more of Sub!Toji with a sugar momma, you really messed up because I don’t think I’ve gotten to work on a request faster than yours and I’m positive this isn’t the end of this saga.  also shoutout to @killerbananas​ for helping me with the title ! 

TW: Whew..... first off not proofread so probably a bunch of typos, glimpses of that sugar mommy lifestyle, sub!Toji, Dom!Reader, Fem!reader, light bondage, overstimulation, teasing, mommy kink, use of ‘sweet baby boy’ as a nickname, a whole lot of mature things, but I think those are the main warnings, 18 plus, MINORS DNI or I’ll eat your ankles like corn on the cob

WC: 3.7k, told you I got carried away !

“Toji!” 

Your quavering voice echoed through the white marbling interior of the home as soon as you made your way through the door, shoulders and head rolling to get every nook and cranny out your neck that sitting at a desk from hours on end caused. You weren’t expecting to stay behind for as long as you did today, the decision of overtime being a unanimous vote between your boss and last minute cancelling coworker, so you couldn’t say no even if you wanted to. No matter how much you craved the tight embrace and warm fanning of breath between the valley of your breast accompanied with a headful of raven spikes that peaked out in wild directions from your younger companion. 

Your home lacked the disarray of toys on the floor, the constant faint melodies of Cocomelon ringing through hallways, or the sickly sweet smell that often wavered through the air whenever kids frequented an area. Not to mention the lack of jewelry on the fourth finger of your left hand not signifying that you were single, but a silent way of letting those around you know that whatever situation you had at home wasn’t stable enough for a ring. Most women around your age were married to the successful men they worked alongside expecting their 2nd child despite the fact that their 1st born can barely talk, but you were different. 

You had Toji to come home to and that was good enough for now. 

The sound of your call out to him fell on deaf ears. Maybe the exhaustion was too heavy in your voice making your tone quieter than usual or else he would’ve been on you the moment you walked through the front door; eager to take your purse and keys away from you like the true gentleman he was underneath, but with an ulterior motive just like any man just so he could get you to the bedroom and please you quicker at his pace.

“My sweet boy,” You called out in an exclaimed voice you knew would have him perking up and at your attention even if he was in a completely different room with his headphones turned up to the max, just the soundwaves from the nickname alone conditioning him to be at your beck and call whenever you wanted him too. And just like how you had predicted the soft pattering of feet slowly came into your sound range and it wasn’t long until he was a couple feet away from you leaned against the walkway connecting the corridor to the front door, a scowl on his scarred lips and eyes narrowed with an expression that you couldn’t quite read because of the tufts of black hair that fell over the front of his face.

You stood there for a moment expecting him to take away the contents of your hands like he normally did, but the lack of movement and verbalization from him left you stuck yourself with confusion. 

“Anyways,” you attempted to move on as you made your way to the common area with all of your belongings to put them up yourself, “Today was the most exhausting day I’ve had in a long time. None of my favorite coworkers were there, so I was stuck with a group of stuck up assholes who thought anything that wasn’t work related was unprofessional to talk about. And then I got stuck with the rest of somebody else’s shift because they hate me; that has to be the only explanation, right?” 

A word vomit escaped your lips the moment they opened. The freedom of finally being able to talk about your terrible experience lifting half of the weight off of your shoulders and the other half disintegrating once you got your daily reassurance from Toji, but all you got were scoffs and mumbles of whatevers that had your hands going to your hips in a chastising position like that of a mother. 

“Do you have something to say?”

“Like you’d even have time to stand there and listen to it, anyway, y/n.” He scoffs with the roll of his eyes, arms crossing over his chest and eyes finally meeting yours when he adjusts himself off the frame of the cut off to seemingly walk away.

 At least that was the plan until your fingers held the fabric of his signature black t-shirt between ligaments and bone, halting him in his tracks completely. Two silent strides from your heels being off of your feet granting you the element of surprise with this move.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Moving from the back of his neck your fingers travel to grasp his shoulders and use the momentum of your arm swinging to turn him around to face you with ease, the words that leave your lips a mix of a purr and growl. 

The stiffening of his already hard muscles underneath your touch is an indicator that he knew what was going to come from his little attitude fit and from the soft blush that grazed his features, it’s as if he were expecting it; provoking this reaction out of you on purpose. Needy for your attention to the point where he’d upset you even further on a day you came home with an already sour mood. 

What a slut, you thought in the confinements of your head. 

“I’ve had the most frustrating and exhausting days at work today, the job that I work so I can spoil you like I do, and this is how you’re going to treat me? Instead of letting me take out all my anger on your cock like we’d both like?”

Suddenly your hand is dropping down to the obvious bulge that’s poking through the light grey fabric of his sweats. A sharp inhale sounding from his nose as you gently fondle the erection with your free hand. Watching the hairs on his neck stand each time you graze over the soft sack of his balls before moving back up to his shaft just to tease him like you weren’t already groping him through his pants. 

Even then that’s enough to stimulate the feelings of want for you that had been in the back of his mind all day long and it’s not long before he’s bucking up into your hand the closer he gets to his orgasm. 

“How cute.” You coo out as you take note of the deepened blush that has taken place over his features along with his slightly parted lips and slight tilt back of his head. And just when the bucking up of his hips became rough and sloppy you removed your hand as quick as possible with a teasing smile on your lips at the frustrated groan that left his lips.

“Bad boys don’t deserve orgasms, only sweet boys do.” You taunt, taking a hold of his hand and leading him to the bedroom. 

A silence falls over the burly man and he melts right back into the submissive you have him trained as. Obeying every single one of your orders once you get in the bedroom until he’s splayed out on the bed in a starfish position with his bare erect and yearning cock pressed up against his toned stomach with precum oozing from the swollen red tip and the soft glimmer of a silver cockring at the base of his cock.

“Mommy…” He finally speaks up in a desperate whisper for the first time today, your body slowly being disregarded of clothes finally bringing him to his begging point before you’re even touching him again. The weight of his actions finally weighs heavy in his mind when he sees you practically prancing towards the bed with a rugged bundle of light pink rope in your hand. 

The kind that always made him feel so pretty when it matched the lingerie he put on for you now being used against him as a tool in his punishment. 

“I’m sorry, mommy. I was just too needy for you earlier and was upset when you didn’t come home at the time you usually do.” His apologies fall on deaf ears just as your calling out to him had done earlier. Your face not even reacting to his words or looking in his direction when you move to each corner of the bed to restrain his wrists to the edge of the metal railing bed. Only looking down to chastise him with a quick ‘tsk!’ of your tongue when his mouth attempted to latch on to your nipples as you reached over to secure his wrists.

“I didn’t make you act like that earlier, you did this to yourself. Mommy wanted to come home and please both her and her sweet baby boy. But now look at you,” Your hand roughly comes down to forcefully take his jaw into your hand and force him to look up at you with eyes filled with regret, “All tied up ready to be used by me.”

It’s then that your hand travels down his stomach to place a gentle tap on the swollen tip of his cock. Going as far to even trail your finger around it eliciting groans from the pit of his stomach knowing you were going to pull away as soon as he got close to that sweet release again. Quiet gasps being the only thing that left his lips, the squirming of his hips underneath you a silent way of showing how much he wanted you. 

“You look so pretty all tied up for me like this, baby.” Each word that left your lips sent a wave of pleasure straight to his dick and you could see the way it twitched from the corner of your eye as you moved your focus down to his chest deciding he wasn’t worthy of the kiss you were going to give to him. With pinched fingers your hands moved to the cherry red bud that was his nipple. Fondling the oversensitive bud on his plump chest warranting his whole torso to rumble with the pained groans of pleasure that escaped from him.

“Please,” A voice that you wouldn’t expect to come from someone his size, similar to that of a begging child’s, sounded from him with ease when you were the one delivering the pleasure, “Please give me more.” 

A smirk made its way on your lips before you leaned down to capture the bud between your plush lips. Your tongue encircling the sensitive flesh to soothe the pain your pinching must’ve caused him. Only pulling away with a trail of spit following as you moved on to give the next nipple the same treatment. And if it weren’t for the tight cockring at the base of his balls, something as simple as this would’ve had him coming undone without you even having to touch his cock. But instead he was forced to deal with the painful ache of his erect straining against the cold metal.

Two quick swift movements and your mouth was pulling away from his chest against his wishes, whimpers leaving his lips, but quickly being shushed once he realized you were positioning yourself right over his cock. 

“I still haven’t gotten my stress relief for the day,” Grabbing on to his thick shaft you lined up his swollen tip with your entrance, teasingly dragging it along your wet slit up to your clit before you were stuffing it inside of you without warning, choked moans leaving the both of you from the long awaited pleasure. 

“So fucking big you can barely fit inside of me.” But still you lowered your hips down on him until you were at his hilt. Taking a moment to adjust to his girth and size before your hips swirled at an achingly slow pace in a sloppy figure 8 motion. The feeling of your clit rubbing up against his hardened lower abdomen making you damn near see stars.

“Y-You feel so good around me, mommy. So fucking good.” Greed got the best of the needy sub, his hips attempting to buck up into you to change the slow pace you had set, but that just prompted you to stop the movement of your hips altogether. Stopping to look down at his flustered face and pressing your hands down on his to limit his mobility. 

“What a needy slut my sweet baby boy is,” You sucked in through teeth when he delivered a quick snap of his hips up into you. Your nails dragged along his chest hard enough to leave pink markings on it, but not rough enough to make him bleed. “If you weren’t such a brat earlier then maybe I would’ve been letting you fuck me right now as we speak,” your hips resumed their former pace and pattern of movement, “But you’re not.” You taunted him in a teasing voice, watching as his face scrunched up in both pain from the limitations his cockring put on him, but also pleasure as you indulged him in the warmth of your cunt wrapped around his length.

“Please...I’m sorry...please just let me cum.” Toji basically cries out, whining like a poor dog. 

“Not until I do.” You grab his chin forcing him to look up at you and reaching down with your free hand to grope at his plump chest. They fill your hand up in all the right ways like they were made for you to toy and mess with. “Not just once, but twice. And then maybe if I’m feeling nice I’ll be nice enough to let you cum too.” 

And so it goes on like that for at least an hour, your slick pussy gripping around him and creaming so many times around him to the point where a thick ring of cum had formed at the base of his cock because of you. Your clit was swollen from the stimulation his skin gave you and almost matched the color of his darkening cock with each passing minute, the only difference being that you constantly got your relief. 

Tears pooled at the edge of his eyes, glossy each time he looked up at you and silently pleading like a dog begging for food. His wrists were sore and raw from yanking against the pretty pink rope this whole session. It’s felt like forever for him, not only having to endure this session, but waiting and longing for you all day long. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, please, please, mommy. I’m begging you! Please let me cum mommy, make me feel good too please.” His voice is barely audible and sounds more like a croak than smooth pronunciation. Already considering to finally give him that sweet release since you’ve had your release already, it was his soft desperate sniffle that brought you completely to your conclusion of freeing him.

“Mommy is going to take care of her sweet baby boy now.” 

Reaching over you grabbed the ube from your bedside drawer that you always kept for situations as such and poured a fair amount on the shaft of Toji’s cock. Using the cooling sensation of the lube to take away some of his swollenness and ease him from the restraints of the cockring. 

“The rope.” He brought to your attention before he took his sigh of relief, watching with widened and eager eyes as you reached over to undo the intricate knots on his wrists. Soothing the raw area with your thumb and kisses before you allowed them to drop to his side, that sigh of relief finally sounding from his lips.

He wasted no time in relishing on the fact that he wasn’t tied up and begging anymore or even paused to wipe away the flushed tears from his cheeks, but immediately wrapped his broad arm around your torso and flipped the two of you over so you were now the one below him as he towered over you.

He almost didn’t know what to do with this freedom after not having it all day long and it took a moment for him to decide, but the first thing he did was drop his face between your breasts, groping and motorboating them like a mad man. You threaded your fingers into his dark raven spikes as his mouth found your nipple and began to gently suckle on the sweet skin.

“So good.” He let out in a satisfied hum that vibrated against your nipples and sent a shiver up your spine.

“You do that so well, such a good boy for me when you’re not being a brat.” You backhandedly  praise through soft gasps underneath your breath. 

 Dark eyes looking up at you through lashes, pupils blown wide from pleasure, and your praise making his cock leak with precum at the tip. Your grip in his hair tightened as you pulled him closer against your body,  the arch of your body into him giving him perfect access to slip in between your folds with ease from the wetness that had accumulated between your thighs from multiple orgasms already. 

“Your pussy feels so warm and tight around me.” He pulls away from your lipples with a loud pop and grunt like this wasn’t his fourth time of the day feeling the confines of your velvet walls. The only difference being that it was at his pace for once and not the painstakingly slow one you had been teasing him with all day long, able to pound into like he had been dreaming about all day long. The bed swaying back and forth and squeaking with each powerful thrust of his hips into you.

“Look at you, rutting up against me like a bitch in heat. So desperate and needy for me to the point where you’re crying,” A soft hand comes up to wipe away at the tears that continue to come down his face despite the release he’s getting in this moment. The taunting tone of your voice only encourages him to move faster, but he’s so backed up that all it takes is a couple of rough thrusts before warm strings of cum are shooting up inside of you. The embarrassment from cumming so fast only warranting more tears to stream down his puffy face.

“Couldn’t hold out, huh? Don’t tell me my sweet baby boy has turned into a one pump chump on me.” Your taunting has yet to stop, but from the way his cock twitches with each degradation that leaves your lips you’re not going to stop anytime soon. 

“You just feel so good. Especially after not being able to cum in you all day long.” He defends himself, pulling out of you with a still swollen cock. 

“How pathetic of you to have such an amazing cock that you can’t use right.” Your hand makes an impact with his already pink right cheek on his face, not harsh enough to hurt him but harsh enough to leave a pink imprint the shape of your hand there. Toji is only able to look down from embarrassment, face secretly growing more flustered as your humiliating words and actions continue. 

You shift to sit up and push down on his chest so he’s now laying back, his still erect cock leveled out with your face now. Twitching in your direction from excitement still nowhere near satisfied yet. 

“F-Fuck.” He breathed out verbally when your hand gripped the base of his cock, already driving him crazy and you hadn’t even given him your mouth yet. You couldn’t help but hold a cocky expression as you leaned down to circle the tip of his cock with your tongue before taking as much of him as you could fit into your mouth, enclosing your throat around him while you stroked the remainder of him with your hand. 

Suckling softly around the salty skin like he had done your nipples earlier, you looked up at him through dark lashes and the sight was godly; muscles constricting with each moan that rumbled his chest, a thin sheet of sweat making his skin glisten in the dim lighting of the room, tears coating the chubs of his cheeks,  and his eyes closed shut with his scarred lip tight between his sharp teeth. Not to mention the soft bucks of his hips up into your mouth forcing you to choke as he forced more of his cock down his throat until you had gentle tears falling from your eyes as well. 

“So so good, mommy. You’re so good at sucking my cock, no one else does it better than you do.” The breathlessness of his voice lets you know that he’s already near the edge of his orgasm, the muscles of his stomach flexing every time you hollow out your cheeks and flick your tongue against his tip already tasting the salt of his cum. 

Hazy eyes opened to peer down at you in all of your glory with his cock down your throat, one hand coming down to knead at your breasts as you worked your magic between his legs so good to the point where you had his toes curling and gripping at the silk white sheets of the bed.

“I’m going to-” The dark haired man wasn’t even able to get the rest of his sentence out before a string of ‘Mommy’s was leaving his pink lips as his stomach contracted until he was shooting a big load of backed up orgasms down your throat to the point where some of the white fluid was spilling from the sides of your mouth messily. But you didn’t stop at his orgasm, you kept going until every last drop of his cum had gone down your throat and you were positive he had come down from his orgasm.

It took his hand removing you from his cock forcefully for you to finally stop and even then it wasn’t a full force grab, his hand barely able to move due to his mind still being heavily clouded with pleasure. An override of senses crashing his system to the point where he was sure he would’ve gone into subspace if he hadn’t got you to stop sucking his cock.

“Are you okay?” You cooed out softly as you brought him into your arms so his head was resting against the soft plushness of your bests, gently stroking his hair and wiping away tears while he came down from that mind blowing orgasm. 

“Mhm.” Was the only thing he managed to get out before smuggling his face against your chest completely. The two of you too tired to get up and take a shower.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while.” He let out in a soft breath. 

[emerald-amidst-gold]

A Wolf and His Dragon

Now, I know this is a bit sloppy and not very fleshed out, but the idea was inserted, and I had to spit it out before it left me! Maybe I’ll come back and tweak a few bits, but have some Dragon!Fane everyone! As well as a Solas who knows how to laugh without feeling guilty! 

@oxygenforthewicked You asked, you received~

*****

One did not merely lose a dragon. Dragons, for one, were as gigantic as the domains they inhabited. Mountains, plains, the more abandoned spires in the far reaches of Elvhenan; they were all the adequate size to house a hoard of majestic creatures larger than life itself. Obviously, the numbers had drastically dwindled, much to Solas’s anger and dismay, but there was still a chance to correct it, as well as, free his own people from their own contract of slavery. However, he could not do that when he seemingly could not find one of the last rarest dragons, who flew in the clear sky without a shred of fear or shame of being collared. 

Solas had lost a dragon. 

He had lost Aterian. 

Solas let out a frustrated sigh as he stopped in his gait within one of the deeper forests just outside of Arlathan, lifting a hand to slowly rub at his face in exasperation. 

“Fenhedis, Aterian. Where are you?”, Solas growled out to himself, throwing his hand down to slowly swivel his head back and forth. “He is not one to wander off without a reason.”

Solas knew Aterian enjoyed bouts of solitude, the Evanuris sparking the flames of rage and bloodlust within a snowy heart long used to seeing his kin broken. He would not deny the snowy dragon his time alone, or freedom, for that matter. He was not Aterian’s master; he was his friend. However, these moments of sudden disappearances did cause him to panic somewhat, so worried that one of the Evanuris had cemented it within their minds that they would attempt to tame the fiery dragon, even as Solas had warned, threateningly warned, that if any one them were to touch or use an ounce of magic upon Aterian, they would not be spared retribution. He still felt a bristling of indignation when Elgar’nan had flagrantly scoffed at his protectiveness.

“Are you certain you are not its master, Fen’harel? You certainly act like one. All its needs is a collar about its neck, and the package is complete.”, Elgar’nan had commented upon a moment Solas had been merely speaking to Aterian. 

Solas remembered the fiery gold that had swam within Aterian’s vision at that accusation before he had had to intervene. As much as he, too, had been furious for such idiocy, it wouldn’t have done for either of them to lash out. Not yet.

“As I have stated multiple times, I am not his master.”, he had enunciated the gender of Aterian with a hiss. “He is free to come and go as he pleases. As any being should. Have I not made this point before, or shall I go on about the importance of free thought and power of choice once again?”, he had challenged the elder of them, all the while having to pat the underside of Aterian’s maw to keep him back.

Elgar’nan had merely sneered in disgust before turning away from him and Aterian. “Save your breath, but do be careful the beast does not snap your head off when it finally turns. Mythal would be heartbroken. So much so, that she may finally move against your pet.”, the threatening words having been the last as Elgar’nan had stormed away. 

Solas felt his jaw lock up at the memory before letting out a deep breath through his nose. 

“Calm. Calm. No matter their words, retribution will come soon enough for all their transgressions. I simply must have patience, and hope that my words will reach them in some form before something tragic transpires.”, he urged himself quietly before looking around the thick forest once more. “However, that is not what is important right now.”

Yes--his misgivings over his fellow Elvhen could wait. For now, he had a dragon to locate, albeit soon before panic truly set in. But where would he start to search further? He had already tried every other area around the main city, and he had come up empty handed. Perhaps--

“Grr..”

Solas’s head snapped to the right as he heard a distinct, familiar growl rumble from beyond a group of trees. He felt the cool feeling of relief wash over him as he saw the end of a snowy, ebony tipped tail swaying back and forth, occasionally whipping sharply before another growl would sound. 

“Aterian..”, Solas sighed out in further relief, smiling warmly before it turned into a curious smirk as another sharp whip of a serpentine tail stirred the foliage around it. What was his dear dragon up to? 

Solas only let his smirk spread as he slowly began to step over bits of twigs and dried leaves, not wishing to garner the occupied dragon’s attention just yet. He was a tad curious as to what Aterian was so transfixed with that it was eliciting somewhat frustrated growls and defeated huffs, but that was all the more reason to be stealthy. It wasn’t very often he could catch the usually observant dragon off guard, after all. 

As Solas sneaked closer, he carefully shifted around Aterian’s whipping tail to gracefully scale a small boulder. He gingerly set himself down to sit upon its cool surface, resting his chin a hand as he finally could see the elegant face of ebony, ice, and white that was currently nuzzling at the ground like a hound. Solas let his amused smirk turn into a fond smile, eyes narrowing slightly with warmth as he watched emerald and gold ebb and flow like liquid from its searching movements. 

He is truly a beautiful soul. To think that such atrocities are committed to his kin because of ignorance; it is sickening. Solas thought with a slight grimace before his eyes picked up a gently floating wisp making its way to where Aterian’s massive head was still running along the grassy ground. 

The closer the wisp got the more Solas could see it was..holding something? He squinted a bit, trying to make out what was floating in front of the gentle nebulous form until he felt a harsh gust of air nearly dislodge him from where he was seated. As if on instinct, Solas threw up a barrier to weather the rest of the windy storm before it died down as quickly as it had spurred. When he next looked up, he saw that Aterian had lifted his head to the presence of the wisp, emerald eyes glinting beautifully as an emotion like approval shone within them. 

“Hmph.”, Aterian let out a pleased huff, his mouth opening to gingerly take the wisp’s belonging, which it gave without any fuss before it began to float away with a methodical purpose in the direction it came. 

Solas let out an amused sigh before he couldn’t help a soft laugh from escaping. It would seem his mighty dragon had employed the help of a wisp for something. That was..fascinatingly adorable. 

“Aterian..”, Solas finally addressed the pleased dragon, watching as satisfaction shifted to shocked emerald as Aterian snapped his serpentine head to where he was. “..If I may ask, what are you doing?”, he asked with a warm smile as wide, draconic eyes stared down at him in further shock. 

Aterian’s shock soon shifted to a form of sheepishness as emerald morphed into pale gold, the harshly whipping tail from before seemingly grabbing a hold of something on the ground before it slicked back slowly to a hind leg. Solas hummed, his smile only widening as he realized his friend was hiding something. Now that was interesting, as well.

“What? Am I not allowed to see what it was that you were working so diligently on? Considering you rallied a wisp to your cause, it must be very important.”, Solas teased, lazily pointing in the direction that wisp had gone.

Solas saw Aterian’s eyes go blank at that, reminiscent of when one’s face would go deadpan. He smirked more at that. As much as he knew the dragon didn’t like his teasing, there was still enough of a glint of gold that told Solas that he actually did. There was much one could learn from gazing into a dragon’s two toned gaze. Aterian had taught him that without a single word. Their bond was special, and he cherished it as one would cherish a fond memory; closely. It had obviously not always been sunshine and bells, but that is what had made it as strong as it was now. 

I care for you more than my heart can bear at times. You have a bright spirit. Brighter than most Elvhen. Solas thought with a slightly sad smile before he translated that sorrow to a sigh. I wish I could do more for you, ma’isenatha. You and your kin, but I am only one man. However, I will do as much as I can with the power I do have. I vow to you. He thought with more determination before the sudden sight of large golden emerald eyes nearly inches from his own had him staggering back in shock, actually falling from the boulder this time to land plummet to the ground below. 

Solas began to draw in magical energy to erect a barrier, but he felt his descent suddenly halt as he felt something..tugging on the material of his clothing. His brows furrowed in confusion until he looked down, seeing that his feet were hovering just a few feet from the ground. This..did not feel like magic.

Before Solas could openly voice his confusion a soft, but annoyed huff of air rushed against his back, making him shiver from the chill it housed. He blinked a few times as he felt dampness soak into his clothes before letting out an airy laugh, realizing what was going on. 

“Ma’isenatha.”, Solas said around a chuckle, turning his head upwards to see emerald eyes glaring down at him, but they held a glimmer of warmth within the amber tones. “You do understand I was in no danger, yes?”, he asked with a soft smile. 

He watched as Aterian’s annoyance shifted to soft sheepishness as the dragon’s eyes shifted away slightly, a low growl escaping past the cloth before he felt himself being carefully lowered to the ground. Aterian released him as soon as his feet touched the ground, but before the dragon could turn his head away in shame, Solas reached out to delicately place a hand upon a snowy white, cool the touch snout. 

“Thank you.”, Solas said softly before shifting his own gaze to the side a bit with a gentle smile. “..For always being there when I fall.”

He heard a sharp intake of breath pass through massive lungs before the snout before him nudged into his frame gently. Solas blinked, stumbling slightly despite the gentle touch before resting his forehead against a frigid snout to stare into glimmering orbs of emerald and gold. Those eyes told him more than words ever could. They were better than any voice. They were the land and the emotions that permeated it, and he would gladly fall a thousand times if it meant he got to see those glistening pools every time strong wings caught him with their width. 

If only I could express how much you mean to me, my dragon. If only I could utter the same words that emerald and gold utter to me. If only I could be there to catch you when you fall. But I know such things will never be because I lack what you possess so wonderfully. He thought with anguish before nuzzling into Aterian’s snout, hearing a faint sad growl rumble from a mighty chest. “Shh, my dragon. I am fine. I apologize for burdening you with my emotions when your own are already so heavy.”, he whispered soothingly, hearing another sad growl come from Aterian before he heard a heavy body plop down to come closer to him. 

Solas couldn’t help but smile warmly at that despite the longing in his chest, delicately tapping Aterian’s snout with a few fingers. Yes--his dragon was adorably fascinating with the range of emotions he could display, as well as, his odd habit of acting like a puppy. However, Aterian was not a dog to him. The rare dragon was a wonderful, bright, and headstrong person, and he would not hear anyone say differently. All beings had a shred of humanity within their hearts, no matter their form, and they were capable of love, happiness, grief, anger; they were capable of it all. One simply had to understand them. Sadly, it would seem understanding was in short supply anymore.. 

“Would you like to take a nap with me?”, Solas asked, the idea popping into his head to flush out the depressing thoughts as the mixture of warmth and cold wrapped him in a comforting blanket. “There is no rush for us to go back, and I doubt our presence will be missed for a few hours. Does that sound fair to you, Aterian?”

Aterian’s eyes flared with barely contained happiness as multiple huffs and slight nods of an elegant head showed just how much that was fair to the large dragon. 

Solas let out a warm laugh. “I will take that as a ‘yes’.”, he said before shifting to position himself between Aterian’s front legs. 

Aterian lifted his head to allow Solas to in, emerald eyes watching him closely as he gently sat himself down on the ground. He leaned back to rest against a firm chest of oddly soft scales that were both cold and warm at the same time, and chuckled fondly as he felt Aterian bring his head back down to rest a bit of his head in his lap. 

He sighed contentedly before reaching a hand up to tenderly stroke at a sharp cheekbone, watching as one, visible emerald eye gazed at him with warm affection. Solas felt his chest tighten at the sight before he leaned forward to nuzzle against the dragon’s head, idly noticing how both their eyes closed upon the touch. His heart could not feel more full, but yet it did..

If only.. He thought with renewed anguish before bringing his arms up to softly hug at a strong maw, once again hearing that same sad growl resonate like a sorrowful spell. If only I could show you how much I love you. Perhaps in another world, another life, but yet, I do not wish for more than you have already given. For I fear it could be taken away from such selfishness. And so, I will keep you close, I will keep you safe, and I will accept that this is enough. For I love you, my dragon, and no matter the form, love knows no discrimination. That is my one guiding light as we walk into darkness.

Those were Solas’s final thoughts as his mind gently began to drift into slumber, all the while not feeling the soft sensation of something being placed upon his head, or the delicate fragrance of Gladiolus that wafted from above as a faint, faint echo of a voice sounded in his ears. 

If only I would allow myself to let you in further, my wolf. I am sorry. In another life, another world, I promise I will let you. I vow to find you, wherever you may be, so you will know how much I love you.

...I didn’t cry while writing this. Nope. Nuh-uh. *currently sniffling like a child* IN ANOTHER LIFE, VHENAN!

[jafndaegur]

Sesskag Week 2020 | Day 3: Thriller

Angels of Death

Sesskag

a/n: y'all already know I’ve been wanting to write this one since last year. NOW FINALLY I had a reason to lol

TW: slight gore and violence

When the white noise died and the dizziness abated, Sesshomaru sat up with a hand to his temple. Fingers sifted through short and neat cropped hair and bleary eyes opened, an empty windowed room unfolded before him. Aside from the chair he was in and the eerily unnatural moon behind the window, he was alone. A bump against his back told him a long container separated his back from the support of the chair. And a stale jumper and trousers told him he hadn’t changed clothes in a while.

Disgust twisted along his face as he stared at the unnatural moon. 

How long had he been here? Why was he here?  He needed answers. Tugging the container from his back, he realized it was large and long, like a cartography case on steroids. But upon opening it, he realized it was a protector for a sword. The iron glimmered faintly and in a flash the name “Tenseiga” appeared in his head before it flitted away. 

Hn. So a sword of healing and an unsavory room, of course. 

He took a few delicate sniffs to try and see if he could garner anything but regrettably the room only smelled of harsh cleaners. Someone knew he would try to scent things out. 

Standing up, Sesshomaru left the room without a second glance, hurrying down the open corridor. It felt as though the moon behind him burned holes into the base of his head. The pulse in his throat quickened. He swallowed.

The corridor stretched long, and it felt as though he’d been speeding through for ages.

Finally a room opened to his right and further down the hall he could see traces of a grating. He slipped into the room first, intent to see if there was anything to help him. To his disappointment, all he found was a large box, a blank sheet of paper in the box, and a screen. The little screen flashed once he entered the room and prompted a single question.

What are you?

-Angel

-Sacrifice

He snorted. Most certainly he was no angel, but how dare the only other option be “sacrifice”. Shameless. He picked “angel”.

The box whirred and groaned, making a loud clattering before it stopped. Popping out at the top was the piece of paper which was no longer blank.  It had a small arrow towards the front and what seemed like a series of lines underneath. Sesshomaru frowned and plucked the piece of paper between his claws. He held onto it and left the room heading towards the grating.

The grating was actually a large gate and behind it was an open elevator lift. At the center of the gate was a small slit that looked large enough for the paper in his hand. Slipping the sheet through, there was a mechanical buzz and the paper was swallowed.

The corridor shook and the gates creaked open. A loud voice blared from all around him. “Floor Seven, access granted. The Sacrafice will be entering Floor Six—Angel is notified.”

His brow twitched, hadn’t he picked “angel”?

A green arrow appeared on the left wall and the elevator pinged as if telling him to hurry up. Sesshomaru stepped in and closed the gate behind him. There was three buttons in the elevator. Large and red “6”, “7”, and “8”. He pressed the six.

A hum and a jolt later, and Sesshomaru felt the lift head upward. He frowned and wondered if he would need to find another paper box for another elevator since this one would be useless once he reached the next floor.

The elevator landed and the doors opened.

Sesshomaru’s brows twitched and his throat and neck heated with the sudden urge to vomit.

The overwhelming smell of gore that hung in the new area pressed heavily against him like a wall. The corridor in front of him was dark, and yet the smell of carcass painted a path for him clearer than any light. He opened this floors gate and stepped through. With a crash, the elevator doors slammed shut behind him, this time there was no paper insert but he noted a button. His frown deepened.

Tracking the rancid smells, Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes when he came upon a fairly mutilated body. There were several slash marks, as if it’d been cut open with a blade. And yet several arrows protruded from it like an oversized pincushion as well. An abandoned bag of potato chips had been left by the body. 

Sorting through the smells, he guessed the body had been there for a week if not a little more than that—it was so saturated because of the hall’s stagnant air that it was hard to tell exactly. The greasy smell of the crisps didn’t help either.

He traveled further into the hall, noting with a heightened alarm at how quiet it was. Like the moon in his room, the quiet was fake. Something was luring him. 

He drew the sword in the blink of a second as white fluttered in front of his face. Feathers fluttered. He slashed. There was a frantic tweet and he set his sword down only to realize it was a pigeon. He knew for a fact that his sword hit the bird and yet even as it hobbled along the floor, it was by no injury of his. The bird had a broken wing.

New fact: his sword could not cut. 

He stared down at the frightened creature on the floor. It peeped and hopped along, and mindlessly he followed. There was the smallest nagging of guilt and he wondered whether or not he should try and put the bird out of its misery or brace its wing. He reached out.

The bird exploded in front of him in a flurry of grey fluff and wings.

Sesshomaru barked out, skidding back as a blade sliced through the air. He roared angrily only to be cut off by a volley of arrows speeding at him. Just barely cutting off their path with a sweep of his sword, he was grateful Tenseiga at least could deflect an attack.

Insatiable laughing bounced off the walls and echoed through the air as his assailant swiped her crossbow through the air. One eye burned blue and the other a dull brown. Her skin was wrapped from head to toe in bandages and yet she still flaunted a school girl’s green and white uniform. She smiled from ear to ear, her face drawn in ecstatic craze.

“Found you~” she chirped, lunging forward and swinging her crossbow like a pickaxe.

He leapt backward, matching each offensive move of hers with a planned defensive. His nose told him that she was human. And yet she moved with a speed that nearly matched his. Every swipe, every shot of arrows, it was all followed and prefaced by her damn insufferable laughing. The sound grated through his ears as it reverberated over and over without cease. Grimacing, Sesshomaru figured it would be better to fall back and regain his brings than trying to push through her idiotic barrage.

Side-stepping the blade on her crossbow, he raced back towards the elevator, hand slamming the arrow button on the wall. There was a ping but the doors remained snuggly closed.

Damn.

“Why’re you leaving? We just barely got to meet!” He smelled her approach as she shrieked down the corridor.

He pushed the damn button again and it gave a sweet innocent ping again.

Growling, Sesshomaru clawed his hands between the elevator lift doors and pried them. They groaned and creaked but budged.

Singing arrows struck at the doors, bouncing off the metal and onto the floor. He snarled and pulled the doors open enough to slip through. They slammed shut behind him as the sound of the girl’s blade crashed into the metal. 

Her yelling and howling shook the metal container.

Sesshomaru wiped at his cheek where one of the bolts had managed to nick him. The blood was tepid and stuck to his fingers. How dare she. 

He pushed the last button in the elevator. The “8”. The pyscho-school girl was on six, and he had come from seven. He sighed and wondered if there would be a way out further down instead of up. The lift chimed and the doors opened.

This floor was instantly different from his or the girl’s. The corridor was lined with linoleum and its light poured generously from LED overhangs. He took a sniff. Like his floor however, any and all scents had been bleached clean. Lips twisted downward but he took in the sights again. There were rooms on both the left and right sides of the hall as well as at the end. Maybe that would be another elevator shift.

Taking a breath, he pulled open the iron grating and stepped through. The doors behind him slammed shut and the shift whirred as if the lift was moving. Sesshomaru’s gaze flicked to the left and right, noting with a hint of chagrin that there was no button to summon the elevator back. 

He was trapped on this floor.

His footsteps echoed along the linoleum and he peered into each room. Most of them looked like offices. A big desk, a bookshelf, and two chairs—one behind the desk and the other in front. Four of the rooms had this set up.

“Ah, Sesshomaru, you made it for our session.”

Senses screamed, and Sesshomaru spun around with a flash of his sword.

A doctor stood in front of him. The man had long wavy hair and sharp red eyes. His hands were innocently stuffed in his lab coat’s pockets. A smile.

“Sesshomaru, what’s with the toy?” The man shook his head at the sword and walked into the nearest office. “C'mon.”

Sesshomaru stood in the doorway angrily glaring at the newcomer.

The man lifted his brow. “Do you not remember me? It’s me, Dr. Onigumo—your therapist.”

Not to his surprise, the doctor’s name was one of the many things voided in his memory. Not that it would be mattered. He trusted this man about as far as he could throw him. Although given that he could pry open the elevator doors just with his own strength, maybe Sesshomaru could throw the man further than he would’ve wanted.

“There was a killer, on the sixth floor,” Sesshomaru stated.

“Ah yes, one of the many tenants here in the building,” Dr. Onigumo waved his hand dismissively. “We house souls who’ve lost their way and their minds, and try to rehabilitate them into angelic citizens.”

“She had a weapon,” Sesshomaru egged on. 

“So do you,” the doctor pointed out.

Well…that was fair…

“I’m leaving.”

“But don’t you need to know how to find your way out in order to go?”

Sesshomaru lifted his brow. 

Dr. Onigumo leaned forward in his chair. “As an employee of this facility, I can come and go as I wish. There’s an elevator at the end of the hall.”

So he had been correct about a second lift.

“Follow me, I’ll take you there.” The doctor stood, hands in his pockets again, and gently shoved passed back into the hallway.

A few paces back Sesshomaru followed. “Is this a psych-ward?”

“Not at all,” Dr. Onigumo chimed. “We prefer the term rehabilitation center. Except we allow it at our patients own pace…as you could see, number 6 is quite slow at change.”

Hn.

“Oh Sesshomaru, by the way,” wariness crept in as the doctor’s voice lowered. “How’s the arm?”

Sesshomaru hummed.

“Demon strength is always so admirable. And the arms, particularly for you, carry so much of it.”

…demon? Something in his memory twinged.

Dr. Onigumo turned around and smiled, his once red eyes now glittered blue—pupils shining a bright vermillion. “Won’t you give me a hand?”

Sesshomaru poised his sword.

Tentacles spurred from the doctor’s back and surged for him. Sesshomaru could see the elevator grating behind the man. He dodged the assault, rolling along the ground and snapping at his assailant. More tentacles emerged, the doctor bubbled grotesquely as if he were made of tar. Tenseiga couldn’t even deflect the tentacles, it bounced off their scaled forms uselessly. Sesshomaru cursed and—

Laughter shrieked through air and suddenly, Dr. Onigumo’s limbs fell to the floor with heavy splats. The school girl from earlier zoomed passed Sesshomaru and swung her bladed crossbow. 

“You!” Dr. Onigumo yelled before he stopped. Hand flew to his throat where an arrow beautiful speared it. The tentacled man fell to the ground in a heap.

“Well that’s that,” the girl clapped her hands together before spinning on her toes and approaching Sesshomaru. In the blink of an eye, her crossbow was digging into the underside of his jaw. Her eyes watched him with bizarre fascination. She licked her lips and watch him eagerly.

He cocked his brow.

“Oh come on! Not even a wince? You were so concerned earlier.” The bolt and blade dug deeper into his skin.

Sesshomaru curled his lip and snarled, fangs flashing.

She gave an impressed “ooh”.

“Do you know how to leave this floor?” He demanded.

“I might.” By now she was starting to look disinterested. The bow slipped down a bit. “Not even a ‘please don’t kill me’?”

“Show me how to leave.” Something had struck a nerve after the therapist, if that’s what he really was, had mentioned the word demon.

“What do I get out of it?”

“What do you want?”

The insanity returned to her gaze and her smile gleamed brightly. “Well to kill you of course!”

Interesting and simple. Sesshomaru offered a cruel smile. “My name is Sesshomaru.”

Giggling, the girl lowered her crossbow with a nonchalant spin. “Kagome Higurashi. I’ll be the one to kill you, m'kay? So don’t die along the way~”

Sesshomaru sheathed his sword back into the cartography tube, and followed her to the new elevator shaft.

[bangtanbetchfics]

Aerodynamics (m) | vope capsule

genre: smut rating: explicit pairing: jung hoseok x female reader x kim taehyung word count: 2.6k suggested listening: curiosity - loona | playlist warnings: explicit language, explicit/casual sex, public sex, overstimulation, m/m + m/f summary: a new flight attendant throws you and your regular hookup for a loop. notes: one of the hardest characterizations i ever had to do, so this definitely took me forever. the story was inspired by the photo. this is nearly pure smut with minimal plot, so enjoy! currently deciding if this needs a part two to go into the m/m/f, and if so, will get to it after thanksgiving break. let me know if you'd like to see more! ;)

navigation: ch. i | ch. ii | ch. iii | iv | v: finale. | masterlist.

“Hoseok, fuck, ah-” You’re pretzeled up underneath Hoseok, and sweat droplets cascade down his glistening honey-tinged skin onto you. Both of your thighs press into your chest, and Hoseok’s cock slams deeper inside of you with every calculated thrust.

Hoseok cranes one of your legs to the side as he squats over you to get an even deeper angle. The dim lights in the room highlight his sinewy body, and it makes you growl deep in your throat.

The both of you always did like these crazy positions -- and this was just one of many that morning.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Hoseok continues to plunge deeper into you as you groan, trying to hold back your orgasm.

Curses waver through your lips before you use your leg muscles to push Hoseok off of you. You sit up to kiss him and crawl into his lap -- inserting his cock back inside your dripping walls. You start to grind on him, and both of you groan harmoniously at the sensation.

Hoseok snakes his hand up to curl around your neck, applying a light pressure. The shine in his eyes increases as he watches you moan on top of him. He kisses the tender skin on your breasts before he looks up at you.

“Ride me.” You oblige and Hoseok’s smile widens across his face as your pulse thumps underneath the tips of his fingers. As you oblige his direction, you can’t deny that being told what to do turns you on.

The slight lack of air makes you lose yourself in the pleasure before a gasp escapes your lips.

After a moment, you come to your senses and shove Hoseok down to the bed with significant force.

Your hands run up the grooves on his body as you adjust yourself on top of him. As you run your fingers over the diamond tennis necklace on his neck, you tilt your head at him.

You then move your head closer to his, hovering just over his lips.

“You had me for a minute there. What did I tell you about when we’re on the ground?”

Sensing your impatience, Hoseok’s eyes circle the room as if he’s trying to recall information. His eyes land back on you, and he smiles at how breathless you’ve become.

"What was it again? I don't think I remember."

His tongue glides over his lips and he smiles as you slowly circle your finger around one of his nipples. You quickly dip your finger to your tongue to grab saliva and continue swirling the sensitive nub.

Hoseok’s breathing picks up at the sensation and he continues to grin. He bites his lip before you twist his nipple with your fingers. He yelps, quickly sucking in air before he releases a chuckle from his throat.

“Hmm, was it that you’re in control on the ground?” He runs his tongue over his devilish smile as he watches you nod.

That smirk always allowed him to get away with things, but not this time.

You wouldn’t give him what he wanted.

“And you in the air, right?” You ask tilting your head at him.

Hoseok doesn’t nod back until you grab his chin and nip at his lips. Hoseok nips back, and you move in to kiss him before you look at him. Hoseok’s skin glimmers from the sexcapaades so far, and his white teeth sparkle as he looks up at you.

"Make it up to me right now." You demand before you pull your lips from his.

His nails rake down your back as you kiss him and he pumps into you. His hips become relentless as he watches the pleasure creep onto your face, and you moan back into a kiss as he continues his pace.

The moans from your lips quickly develop into whines as he steadies your hips to get a better angle to thrust into you. You pull your lips from his and gasp into the air as you sit up on top of him.

“Fuck me, fuck me right there-” Your voice trails out, and he drills into you, dragging your demands out further. The repeated motions and the lewd sounds cause your walls to suddenly clench and release around him.

Hoseok quickly pulls out of you, pushes you down onto the bed and comes on your breasts.

“Fuck.” You let out as your chest heaves up and down. You look up at him, exhausted, and he pulls a towel from a drawer inside the night table to wipe you off.

Hoseok places a final kiss on your lips before he sits up on the edge of the bed. He cards his fingers through his hair as he turns to watch you behind him.

“Whoo, that was some world class pussy. I would know.” You slap him in the ass as he gets up and it prompts him to let out a little chuckle.

“Let’s get going,” Hoseok looks back at you. “Long flight ahead of us today.”

You bite your fingertip as you watch him head toward the bathroom.

***

Hoseok glides his hands over your curves as he pushes you up against the cool metal of a stall in the bathroom. Your tongues slip in and out of each other and the two of you let feathery moans fall from your lips.

As you pull from Hoseok’s mouth to look at your watch, his eyes follow yours.

“3:55 A.M. We’ve got like, five minutes before people start arriving,” You move your index finger across the smooth skin under his chin. “So make it quick.”

You hike up the material of your skirt as Hoseok sucks at the flesh of your neck.

“Down,” Your fingers make their way into his hair before you grip him by the roots and push him downward. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, drawing your underwear to the side.

Hoseok takes in your scent before his tongue slips into your burning core. You throw your head back as you look down to watch him, placing your hands further in his hair for balance and control. His tongue glides effortlessly inside of your walls, and you feel yourself release more juices to coat his tongue.

“Right there-” You yelp as your grip in his hair firms.

“Yeah?” Hoseok’s searing tongue moves to swirl your swollen clit, and you groan at the sudden contact. He traps your clit in his tongue as the satiated hum from his throat vibrates through your core. You try to squirm away from him as you get closer to your peak, but he pulls you further onto his mouth.

“Cum for me,” He demands, as he comes up for air. Before he dives back into you, his fingers press into your thighs to keep you from squirming. “Come on.”

Quickly, your expression scrunches as you reach your breaking point, and you let out a high-pitched whine.

As you catch your breath, you look to your wrist for the time again.

“3:58. Three minutes. Fuck, that’s a new record.”

It was always like this.

The two of you had intensely busy schedules due to your line of work, and you’d been using each others’ bodies as a reprieve before -- and after long flights.

The whole thing was nothing serious, but you were having some of the best sex of your life with Hoseok.

“Babe. Two minutes means...” Hoseok points down at the growing bulge below him.

You inhale and slink your hands to caress the struggling fabric beneath him.

A sigh of relief falls from his lips before he opens his eyes to your hands as they land on his shoulders.

“Since you were naughty this morning, you’ll have to wait until after the flight.” You caress his lips with your fingers as you look into his eyes.

“That’s fourteen hours away.” Hoseok laments as he throws his head back in disappointment. He gives you puppy dog eyes and you pout back at him, and then pull at his cheeks.

“Should’ve thought about that before.” You whisper in his ear, and he moves back to your ear in return.

“The things you’re in for then.” Hoseok’s voice is sinister in your ear, and you moan at the danger laced in his voice.

“Is that a threat?” You giggle as you bite your lip and watch him adjust your uniform’s scarf around the developing hickies on your neck.

“I guess you’ll find out in fourteen hours, yeah?” He looks into your eyes -- his usual sunny demeanor miles away.

All you can do is give him a playful glare as he places a kiss on your neck and exits the stall.

***

You turn around as you feel a tap on your shoulder, and it’s one of the other flight attendants.

The woman hands you a clipboard of paperwork.

“Remember, there’s someone new starting today.”

“You’ll have to show him the ropes.” She continues, and you give her a deep nod. The woman walks off, and you start to shelve items inside the snack cart.

As you continue, you hear footsteps approaching you from behind.

Your mind starts swirling with possibilities of the new flight attendant.

Was she hotter? Prettier? Former model? Would Hoseok have eyes for her too?

You get lost in your racing thoughts for a minute before the footfalls come to an end.

“Excuse me, are you Y/N?” A rich, deep voice catches you off guard as it rings through your ears.

“Why, y-” As you turn around, your breath gets caught in your throat for a moment as you lock eyes with the new flight attendant.

It’s a man. A gorgeous man. This is something you never could have seen coming.

“Name’s Taehyung.”

Taehyung’s all legs in his black uniform, and his sultry aura brings you into his presence like a vice-grip. He extends his hand and you shake his long, delicate fingers.

Taehyung’s erotic, low-hung gaze looks you over.

“But you can call me Tae.” You swallow a bundle of nerves down your throat as your eyes remain fixated on him. He bites his lip, letting you hang on at looking at him for a moment.

“Aren’t there things you should be showing me?”

Taehyung’s eyes suddenly grow two sizes wider, and electric jolts of embarrassment shoot through your body.

“Oh! Yes, I’ll be training you on everything today.”

Taehyung cocks one of his eyebrows up at you, and his eyes light up with a hint of devilment before they go blank again. You catch it, and decide to ignore it for now.

The corner of his lips curls up into a smirk.

***

As you run through the details of operating the plane, you notice that Taehyung is taking it all in. His focus is more than what fellow attendants were able to provide, and it makes you smile.

“Is something amusing?” Taehyung inquires, looking at you as he leans back into the counter.

“Oh, nothing. Just that you’re really good at this,” He chews at the gum in his mouth for a moment. “That’s not usually the case with other people I’ve shown this stuff to.”

“There are a lot of things I’m good at.” Silence fills the air before the bubble he blows pops, startling you.

Taehyung drums his fingers on the countertop, and you break his gaze by looking to the side.

Seemingly, everything this man did was amplified by his sensual aura, and it was sending electrical zaps through your body.

You fiddle with your fingers in front of you as a blush creeps up your cheeks.

Soon after, you put your nervous fingers behind your back and find yourself desperate for an escape plan.

Suddenly, your eyes catch a box of napkins.

You move close to Taehyung to grab one, and wave it his way.

“You can’t chew that on the flight, by the way.”

“Noted,” Taehyung’s hand brushes yours as you take the napkin. Zap. He continues to chew the gum, before he places it in the napkin. “Won’t happen again.”

“Are you new?” Hoseok stops near the two of you as he passes by. He tilts down his aviator glasses as he looks from you to Taehyung.

You quickly grab the napkin from Taehyung and toss it into the trash, feeling almost caught in something so trivial between two people.

“Nice to meet you,” The two shake hands, and Taehyung’s eyes widen in interest.

“Can’t wait to have you onboard.” Hoseok raises an eyebrow at Taehyung, looking at him from head-to-toe. You take notice and clear your throat to speak.

“Don’t you have a plane to fly, Hoseok?”

You admit to yourself that this whole time you were worried about the idea of Hoseok catching you lusting after the newest flight attendant, but yet, here was Hoseok doing it right in front of your eyes.

“Sure do.” Hoseok slips his glasses back up on his face as he draws his lip into his mouth. Taehyung gives him a dark smirk, watching as he leaves the passenger area of the plane for the cockpit.

Hoseok gives you a knowing wink and you look at him through your lashes.

***

“Hoseok? Hoseok?” You ask, shouting around for the pilot. “Everyone’s off the plane. Let’s get going!”

No response. Hoseok was usually out of the plane by now, but he was nowhere to be found.

You drum your fingers on your lips, looking for places to locate him.

An idea pops into your head to move from first class to the back of the plane to search for him.

***

“Hurry, she’s coming.” Hoseok bites at Taehyung’s ear, and he lets out a slight groan.

Taehyung’s slender fingers are wrapped around Hoseok’s throbbing cock, and he starts to jerk at him faster. Taehyung spits downward to coat Hoseok’s cock more, watching as his breathing intensifies. He laughs as Hoseok's eyes start to pool with pleasure.

Hoseok swiftly pins one of Taehyung’s hands to the wall and moves in to place a deep kiss on his lips. Their tongues tangle in each others mouths until they both break for air.

Throwing his head back, Hoseok can’t help but moan out as he reaches his peak. His cock twitches out cum into Taehyung’s hand, and Taehyung keeps jerking him through his orgasm. Curses tumble from Hoseok’s lips from the overstimulation as his breaths begin to stutter.

Hoseok’s sweat-laden forehead lands on Taehyung’s and he moves to grab a napkin to wipe the two of them off.

“How was that?” Taehyung inquires, placing a kiss on Hoseok’s plump lips. Hoseok slides his fingers over Taehyung’s jaw before he kisses him back, pulling away from his lips to look at him.

***

As you walk to the back of the plane and stop near the bathroom door, you hear light groans coming through the door.

Another loud groan follows it, and after a few moments the door opens. Taehyung opens the door and the two exit the bathroom, looking at you.

Shock covers your face for a moment, but the two look at you with hunger still dripping from their expressions.

“I told you,” Hoseok reaches into his pocket and pulls out his sunglasses.

“I couldn’t wait fourteen hours.” He licks his lips and looks at you, placing the sunglasses back on his face.

Taehyung approaches you, and you feel your form shrink.

“I want to play with you, too.” Taehyung is tall over you, and he whispers into your ear as he fiddles with your scarf.

“Can we?” He teases, placing fluttery kisses on your neck. You give him a slow nod as you look into his dark eyes, and he smirks.

The heat of your lips hover over each other before he pulls you closer to him by your scarf.

notes: currently deciding if this needs a part two to go into the m/m/f, and if so, will get to it after thanksgiving break. let me know if you'd like to see more! :) as for my ot7 fic, please note it will be freshly released in the new year. as always, thank you for reading & following! more works: masterlist

[kinsbin]

As I Walked Through the Woods

Title: As I Walked Through the Woods Ship: Orais/Alexys/Cyril [Self Insert/OCs] Word Count: 2094

Summary: Alexys, C, and Orais travel back home to Eden’s Gate. When Alexys gets hurt along the way, the two men choose to put aside their differences and make sure to help her. 

A/N: Another comm for @space-sweetheart with my two OCs!!! They’re so in love with her its ridiculous and I hope all three of them stay HAPPY AND GOOD ;3;!!!

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The forest was quiet. The echo of the group’s footsteps was dramatic against the nothingness and the soft breeze that accompanied their walk. Alexys felt the dry air sting at her lungs as she inhaled, looking up to admire the scenery of the towering pines around her. It smelled like mulch and baking stone, clay under the heat of the morning hardening against the banks of rivers and an endless curl of bark against its treetops. The forest always felt so magical like this, she decided with a quirk of her lips as she admired a little while longer, powerful and old and filled to the brim with secrets she knew it would take to its grave. To be one with this forest would be something unique, she decided. Maybe if she ever died she would be able to be buried here. To let her body mold with the mulch. She imagined roots curling in her bones and sighed shakily, as if she could feel them on her lungs as her shoe dug a little deeper into the earth below her with a smile.

“We’re going the wrong way.”

“No we’re not. We always go this way!”

“No, we always follow the SUN, which is THAT WAY. I’m telling you, it’s WRONG.”

“YOU’RE WRONG!”

The sound of her boyfriend’s arguing behind her boomed across the landscape, subsequently shattering the quiet around them as they yelled their opinions at one another. Alexys took in a deep breath, allowing it to escape from her lips in the form of a sigh as she adjusted the coat on her body and turned around to face the other two with a raised eyebrow painted on her face.

Cyril’s mask was on, his muffled voice displaying only slight frustration behind its normally monotone presence outside of his preaching. Still, Alexys could practically feel the glare radiating from behind it. She had gotten good at reading the assassin. His body language spoke wonders where his words failed and she could tell he was TENSE. The way his shoulders hunched against him, the clutch of his gun between his white knuckles fingertips as he shook in an effort to control himself in front of her was something impressive. Against the side of his scarred cheek that showed itself away from the mask, the muscles of his clenched teeth could be shown. Outlines of bone on pale flesh as he stared forward at the figure in front of him.

Orais had actually decided to wear a shirt today, the tank top riding low and exposing the pale flesh of his torso just a little despite it. A near hour of her begging and gazing up at him with worry had made him finally relent to the outfit of a shirt and pants and combat boots, holstered along his belt with a knife and gun though he didn’t need them. Eden’s Gate made it a point to keep their members armed and manageable at all times. Whether or not Orais was an actual member of the cult or not, however, remained to be seen. Still, though he complained that he didn’t get cold or need to wear anything in defense against the Earth’s natural elements, he did look hot. The tank top defined the lines of his arms as they curved into obvious musculature. She only half missed the impressive set of abs he was hiding underneath his broad form, but the other half knew that he would get tired of the shirt and take it off eventually.

If he didn’t kill C, first.

“Babe, tell him we’re going the right way. I’m right, right?” Orai’s turned his head to face Alexys with an incredulous look plastered across his face. The way he gazed made his scars stretch out, the shift of the disfigured skin a cute wrinkle on his chin as he waved his hand at C, who stared placidly back at him with his hidden expression.

Alexys bit her lip as she looked around the forest. She hated getting involved in their debates too much. Choosing sides was never what she was about in the middle of their relationship. She was an anchor to them (or so they said). A tie to a world that kept them manageable and together despite the fact that they would rather die than travel like this. Choosing a side in any scenario would never make the other rhappy and, thus, she was content to keep her mouth quiet most of the time. This time, however, she felt the words fall from her lips despite herself.

“I think,” She spoke carefully, “We should probably make a camp or something if we’re gonna be out here for the rest of the night. You remember Jacob’s stories about this place, don’t you? We could get eaten… Or eat each other.”

“If we eat each other,” C spoke lightly, “I vote we eat Orais first.”

“Jokes on you,” Orais sneered, “I’d be able to eat you first. That’s the one fucking speciality I might have over you.”

“Oh, so you admit you don’t have any others?”

Orais’ growled, a sound that reverberated against his chest and pulled itself from his throat in the most inhuman way possible. Its noise sent birds fleeing the cover of bushes as they screamed their shocked caws. Animals rustled under the cover of underbrush to run away. It was a momentary cacophony of sounds that sent Alexys whirling in surprise before she stepped back, blinking into the sky around them before her foot caught on something. She gasped as she felt it slip back behind her, her body twisting an unusual angle and sending a pain through her ankle before pushing her down with gravity.

“Shit-!” She cursed out loud as her back hit the mulch of the earth, the grunt leaving her voice flittering into a pained whimper.

C and Orais were by her side in an instant. Hands touched her body, keeping her steady as they helped her off of her back and onto her butt, where she readjusted herself. She sound of C’s mask being discarded echoed, a clatter to the forest floor as his cold eyes gazed across her body.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” His tone was a desperate, genuine worry that filled her stomach with warmth and pain to hear as Orais’ hands gripped her cheeks and made her face him as his cold red eyes gazed into hers, checking for any signs of internal damage or a concussion.

“Woah, Babydoll,” Orais laughed, all teeth as he smirked, “I know I said that I loved it when you fell for me but I didn’t mean it like that.”

Alexys laughed despite the pain as she winced and tried to move her ankle, feeling a swollen punch hit her and make her stop breathing for a moment.

“Don’t make jokes at a time like this,” C’s voice was muffled under his face mask and his glare was sharp at the other, scarred face and brows now visible to show just how angry he was, “She’s hurt because of you!”

“Me?” Orais snarled back, “If you had just listened to me and we had gone the direction I said we wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with! You’re such a fucking bitch sometimes I swear to-.”

“Guyssss, don’t argue.” Alexys groaned as she reached up and pat Orias’ shoulder gently, shifting arms to pat C in the same way, “I just fell wrong and sprained my ankle a bit, I’ll be okay once I get some rest.”

“That depends on us getting back first.” Orais laughed bitingly, eyes angled towards C in a glare as he frowned, “What do you think then, Jesus Boy?”

Alexys, though she did not approve of the nickname, was grateful for Orais’ question. A question from him meant that he was going to listen to your opinion. It meant that he was willing to hear C out for once in their relationship and, to her, that was something far better than she could have expected. Even C seemed surprise, his eyes widening slightly before narrowing his brows again as he thought of an answer.

Slowly his arms extended from Alexys’ shoulders and down her body, finding her hurt ankle between his hands and slowly leaning down to push the end of her jeans up. She winced as the material rode up on the sensitive flesh. C paid careful attention to her movements, wincing whenever she whimpered or tensed and uttering a soft ‘sorry’ to her until he could finally expose enough of the ankle to examine it. It was already starting to bruise, the hot red muscle bulging in comparison to the other. It looked twice as bad as it felt and, Alexys worried, it hopefully wasn’t more than the sprain she had thought.

“She’s not going anywhere on this,” C stated with a sigh, “If you put any pressure on it, it’ll only make it worse.”

“Want me to kiss it better?” Orais’ saw was upturned in a smirk as he leaned forward. Before Alexys could say anything his lips found hers, a hot and rough kiss consuming her soul as his growls and chuffs of pleasure coursed through her mouth. Orais’ kisses were always like this. Hot and sweet and filled with all of him. It was all or nothing in his entire being and he mimicked it perfectly in the way he kissed her. For, to him, she was his everything. The thought sent a blush spreading on her cheeks like a wildfire as Orais pulled away, that curved smirk against his scarred face glimmering in the daylight.

A hand reached out, C’s fingertips finding Orais’ face and shoving him backwards as hard as he could. Orais grunted and laughed through it, grinning wider, “What’s up, Jesus Boy? You jealous?”

“I’m annoyed,” C’s voice was short with anger, “That you’re wasting our time like this when we could be walking back to base by now.”

“Oh so kissing her’s a waste of time now?” Orais snorted, “‘Sides you said so yourself, right? She can’t walk at all! What are we gonna do?”

There was a stony silence and Alexys swore she could FEEL Cyril’s smirk under his mask. Reaching for the discarded full face mask, he tucked it on his belt before re-adjusting himself. She barely had any chance to ask what he was doing before she was scooped up, bridal style, and held close to his chest.

His body was warm. Under the coat he wore as his outer layer, she could feel his heat radiating across his chest as his heart beat thrummed underneath him. The fur on his collar’s trim tickled her face, little licks of fuzz biting at her eyelashes and making her smile as they tickled her. There was a shake of his chest to indicate that he, too, had laughed at her own smile. When she looked up, his eyes were staring down at her. Icy blue orbs with brows knitted together with such affection that she felt isolated under them. That she felt like she was the only one in that gaze of his that meant anything. She blushed despite herself and looked down at the ground below her, remembering how tall Cyril truly was.

He was strong, too. It wasn’t the first time he had carried her like this but each time was a surprise as she dangled her legs from his arms. Her fingers found the front of his jacket, where they curled up into the fabric to create an easier hold on something, in case she did fall off for any particular reason. She knew, deep in her heart though, that C wouldn’t drop her. He would never let her go.

Behind them, Orai’s snorted.

“You’re a fucking show off, ain’t you?” He sneered at the other man, “If you get tired, I’m always happy to take my turn carrying our little princess~.”

“Shut up.” Cyril snarked back as he began walking, the movement careful as he adjusted her in his arms and whispered softly into her ear, “You can rest now. When you wake up, I’ll have you home.”

And then a form appeared at her side, his lips finding the top of her head with a laugh as Orais hummed, “WE’LL have you home.”

Alexys shut her eyes and smiled, snuggling further into the arms of the men she knew she was safest with.

Around her, the forest sang its song of silent appreciation as they walked on.

[whenjoshisjoseph]

TODODEKU/KIRIBAKU VIGILANTE AU: THE ART OF HAPPY ENDINGS

I am so, so pissed. The WiFi threw a tantrum and I couldn’t upload this on Halloween, and it’s still not letting me upload on AO3. So here, have this one shot that’s 5k words about my fav children and let me feel at peace.

The Art Of Happy Endings (whenjoshisjoseph)

Rated T. 

Summary: Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, and Kirishima attend UA, a prestigious music school. Bakugou has a crush on Kirishima and vice versa, and the same is true about Todoroki and Midoriya crushing on each other.

Simple enough, right?

Wrong, because all of them are also a vigilante team that work together without knowing who the others are, and it stops them from pursuing relationships

.Until Shigaraki hatches his evil plot, that is.

full fic below the cut!! expect the italics doesn’t work :/

Midoriya recognises the song before Todoroki even starts to play, simply by looking at the way his slender fingers are poised. However, he still feels a rush of pride when Todoroki does indeed, begin with the opening note of Chopin’s Waltz in A Minor.

And of course Midoriya would know it; how could he not? It’s the first song he’d ever heard the other play, as well as the first song they’d played together. Part of him wishes that he could be on stage with him, accompanying Todoroki’s piano with his own violin. Then again, he’s content to watch from his special spot backstage, flowers hidden behind him.

Because this is the moment, the perfect opportunity: tonight, after the recital is over, and Todoroki is still on a high from his stunning performance (there’s no chance that his performance will be anything less than stunning), Midoriya will present Todoroki with the bouquet of red roses that he’s oh-so-carefully picked out, and with the roses, present his feelings too.

If he’s honest, it’s slightly daunting to think about, but it’s time. His best friend must know.

The gorgeous sound of Todoroki’s playing resonates within the concert hall, and the audience hold their collective breaths at the sheer beauty of his performance. Every trill and swift note vibrates throughout the space, and Midoriya, much like the rest of the audience, is transfixed.

But the sound is only half of Todoroki’s allure, and Midoriya unabashedly stares at the man as he plays. A single strand comes loose from the tight ponytail Todoroki’s hair is in, the colour matching the shade of roses that Midoriya holds. His chin is held high in the perfect pose to catch the light, and his heterochromatic eyes closely follow the notes he plays, building to a mesmerising crescendo.

Todoroki himself is, without a doubt, easily as entrancing as the song he plays.

Just before the piece finishes, though, a rough hand grabs at Midoriya’s shoulder, and he swivels in shock. Bakugou stands in front of him, gesturing for him to follow.

“K-kacchan?” he whispers, dreading what the blonde may be about to tell him.

“We gotta go; it happened,” Bakugou replies gruffly, sparing a glance at Todoroki, then at the flowers in Midoriya’s hands. His gaze softens a little.

“P-please,” Midoriya says quietly, voice beginning to tremble, eyes starting to water. God, but he’s so weak, he thinks to himself. “Not now, not now, anytime but now.”

This isn’t only the perfect chance to confess to Todoroki; it’s also his last, because Todoroki’s father has demanded he train internationally, and Todoroki has acquiesced to his father’s request. After this recital, Todoroki will be packing his bags and heading to the airport.

(The thought of it just further threatens the tears in Midoriya’s eyes to spill over.)

Bakugou steps forwards and ruffles Midoriya’s hair in sympathy.

“I know what it means to you, Deku, but there’s no waiting. It’s a shitty situation, but we gotta work with what we got. We have to be there. Now.”

And as much as it breaks his heart, Bakugou’s right; this is dire, and he has to put others above himself.

He allows himself one last glance at what could’ve been before he turns and rushes away with Bakugou, just as Todoroki skims the wings with his eyes for Midoriya, looking for support. When he realises that the person he perhaps cares about most in the world has stood him up, he steels his expression and begins Chopin’s Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2, the opening notes played with a dissonant detachment that does not fit the mood of the song at all.

The roses lay on the floor, forgotten, and a single petal falls from what was the freshest flower of them all.

*

The term vigilante is a little harsh, and the term villain is in a league of its own in terms of guess again, shitty ignorant civilian.

Bakugou prefers to be called a hero, please and fucking thank you, but it’s at times like this where he could maybe understand why some people disapprove of his team.

“Dude, calm down!” Red Riot pleads, holding Bakugou back lest he explode yet another rusty satellite. The friendly words juxtapose the strangely modulated voice that Red Riot’s chosen (they all wear voice modulators for the sake of protecting their real-life identities, although they all know that ‘Ground Zero’ and ‘Small Might’ know each other in real life. And no, Deku doesn’t sound any less annoying with his voice modulated).

“But Shouto’s fucking late as usual, and I’m pissed,” he growls in return, but allows himself to go limp in the hero’s grasp. There’s only one other person who can get him to calm down like this, and it’s not shitty Deku.

He glances over to Deku, or ‘Small Might’, as is his hero name, and notices the pain that flashes in his eyes at the mention of that name. It’s a bitchy coincidence, really, that Deku’s crush and his sidekick should have the same name. After tonight, it’s going to be a lot more difficult for him to face his emotions, and Bakugou once again curses the villains and their dumb-as-shit timing for hurting his nerdy ass friend like that.

No matter, though. Tonight, they’re going to take them down once and for all. Well, that is if the lame hero who calls himself ‘Shouto’ would fucking appear already.

As if spurred on by Bakugou’s grumbling, the tall man lands on the roof in an elegant crouch, straightening up and striding over to the other three in his team. His face is covered in an ornate mask that seems to be composed of half ice and half fire, like his ‘ability’, but Shouto had once explained that he’d had it made from Kevlar material to mimic the textures. Ever since, Bakugou can’t help but tease him about being a rich kid. And damn right, too. The hood that covers Shouto’s hair and the costume that cover his body are both made from freaking expensive material, and Bakugou can’t help but wonder what the fuck the guy must do in his free time to be able to afford such high quality. Not that he cares. Bakugou’s outfit is still the best.

“Fucking finally!” Bakugou exclaims, and Red Riot laughs. He turns to glare at him. “What’s so funny, Shitty Hair?”

(It’s true; the dumbass has his hair styled in some weird spiky style that really doesn’t flatter him. Not that he thinks that he’s attractive anyway. Because he doesn’t.)

“Nothing, nothing, just happy that the whole team has assembled,” Red Riot replies, grinning profusely. Deku, however, doesn’t seem to share his energy.

“Small Might, is something bothering you?” Shouto asks immediately, and Bakugou is tempted to tell Shouto that his gay is showing. But the last time he did that, the hero had burst into flames, and he’s not to keen to see that shit again.

“Personal life,” Deku mumbles, but perks up (honestly, can’t he make up his mind? Bakugou doesn’t know which one the shitty nerd is more head over heels for: his posh ass piano friend, or his posh ass hero friend). Shouto smiles sadly.

“Tell me about it,” he mutters. Red Riot, like that massive puppy dog he is, senses the morale lowering, and inserts his bright personality smack in the middle of the gay shit going on between the other two heroes. Bakugou breathes a sigh of relief.

“Don’t worry, guys; tonight’s the night we finally nail the bad guys!” he says enthusiastically. Bakugou snorts, and Red Riot flushes. “You know what I mean, bro, don’t make this weird.” Bakugou is about to reply when Shouto cuts in:

“Everyone know what they’re doing?” He looks pointedly at Bakugou as he speaks.

“Hah?” Bakugou sneers. “What you looking at me for, half n’ half? Wanna fight?” Todoroki raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I do ‘wanna fight’. To elaborate, I would very much like to fight the villains, Ground Zero, but of course, we can also wait until after I’ve knocked you down a notch or two.”

“Okay, okay, let’s all just…concentrate, right? This is our chance to take down the league once and for all, you know!” Deku tries to persuade, and Shouto simply nods, all glimmer of snarkiness gone from his eyes.

Liking someone can do that to you, it appears, and Shouto is all too obvious about how much he has fallen for Deku (although the stupid shitty nerd doesn’t realise it).

Bakugou shares a look with Red Riot, who has as much insight as he does, and rolls his eyes.

“Let’s go, already,” Bakugou announces, cracking his knuckles as he steps up to the edge of the roof. “We’ve got some villains to take down.”

And with that, he steps off the edge, all geared up to kick ass.

*

The mission yesterday had been a success. Well, duh, Bakugou had freaking smashed those weird ass freaks.

(The others were admittedly cool too, though he’d never let them know that he thinks that).

Bakugou tries not to dwell on the fact that the leader was the only member they weren’t able to apprehend (the man had yelled something to Deku about revenge as he’d ran, and god if that wasn’t so fucking cliché). But what’s a single guy gonna do by himself anyway? It’d been his underlings who’d been the real threat. Then again, Shigaraki had gotten pretty far alone before he’d recruited new members, so Bakugou thinks that he should maybe get together with the other three to see if they can track him down or some shit.

He goes from the fifth bar again, playing double time just because he can. The regular tempo’s too chill for him anyway, and drumming is meant to relieve his stress, so he can do what he fucking likes. The ride symbol harmonises perfectly with the hi-hat that he hits with his right hand (crossed underneath his left, because it’s easier like that).

Now this is real music, not whatever nerdy music Deku’s always playing with his half n’ half crush. As if some dusty uptight piece would ever beat simple, free sound. But the music school they go to offers both, so Deku can do as he likes; it’s none of Bakugou’s concern.

“Bakubro?” A voice pulls him out of his thoughts, and Bakugou comes to an abrupt halt to look up across the dimly lit practice room at his best friend. The streetlamps outside inform him that it’s after sunset, but as far as he’s aware, he’s got some time off from hero-ing tonight.

“Yeah?” he grunts, lifting himself off the seat and strolling over to where Kirishima is sat, acoustic guitar in hand. “Hold up; what’ve you got an acoustic for?”

Because Kirishima Eijirou, his best friend (and okay yes, goddamn crush too, who cares anymore?), plays the electric guitar. Although that’s sort of an understatement, he supposes. Kirishima doesn’t just play the guitar, he absolutely shreds it; his talent is unrivalled by the rest of the school.

When Bakugou had first met the cheery boy with straight, limp hair and a whole load of insecurity, he’d never expected him to be quite so…awesome.

But in the two years that he’s known him, Bakugou has never, ever seen Kirishima pick up an acoustic guitar. That’s always been something Kirishima keeps to himself; he has to practice with it, but he doesn’t do so when Bakugou is present.

“I,” Kirishima begins, taking in a deep breath. “I sorta feel like the acoustic guitar is my private self so I’ve never shown you what I can do with it, and I know it’s stupid-”

“For fuck’s sake, dumbass, it’s not stupid. Okay? You don’t have to feel pressured to-”

“No, no, no!” Kirishima hurriedly refutes, before slowing down. “It’s nothing like that. It’s just- I’ve been working on something for you, a cover, and I thought maybe you might wanna see it?”

Kirishima smiles at him so dazzlingly that Bakugou can hardly hold his gaze.

“Well, if it’s for me, you gotta fucking show it to me, dumbass. So yeah, let’s hear it.”

Bakugou sits down beside Kirishima and looks at him expectantly, so the other boy starts to strum.

It’s…it’s really good. It’s as if Bakugou is experiencing another side of Kirishima, something softer, something more personal, and the way his rough fingers gently pluck the opening of ‘Wake Me Up’ by Avicci hits Bakugou straight in the chest. But he’s not even remotely prepared for what Kirishima does next.

*

“What’re you all sad about?” Uraraka greets Midoriya, setting her tray down opposite him. It’s past ten in the night, but the school is still open and the cafeteria is all Midoriya’s. Well, his and Uraraka’s now. Uraraka is in the same class as Todoroki and himself, and plays the flute so brilliantly that the music practically floats about in the space. She’s also his best friend, and knows him almost inside out.

Note the almost.

Midoriya looks at her pointedly, but she doesn’t relent.

“What? Did the night end too soon?” she giggles, offering him a wink. He blinks at her in confusion.

“What?”

“What?”

They stare at each other for a moment, before Uraraka continues, slowly:

“Okay, so let me get this straight: when Todoroki rushed out of the recital early last night without even finishing the last song, and spread an announcement through the media covering the concert that his father could go to hell and that he was staying right where he was, that wasn’t all…for you?”

Midoriya spits out his noodles.

“Wait, what?!”

“He was especially off after he finished Waltz in A Minor. That Nocturne was just…wrong,” Uraraka muses, oblivious, until she catches Midoriya’s expression. “What, you didn’t know?”

It seems that the term ‘what’ is commonly used in their conversations. Or at least in this one. But before Midoriya can even process the fact that Todoroki isn’t gone, and he has another chance, let alone launch into the whole ‘I got him roses but I had to leave early so the whole thing flopped’ story, Todoroki walks into the dining hall.

And as soon as he glimpses Midoriya, he turns on his heels and walks straight back out again.

“Wait, Todoroki!” Midoriya yells, scrambling to his feet. He glances apologetically at Uraraka who waves him off, and then runs after the taller boy. It’s like Todoroki’s some sort of mirage or something, the way that he’s only seen around the corner and never close enough, but Midoriya finally catches up to him on the steps outside the large entrance to their school.

“Todoroki!”

Said person stiffens, but stops.

“Midoriya.” The words are cold and detached, and they send an unpleasant shiver down Midoriya’s spine. Nevertheless, he runs down the steps so that he’s facing Todoroki.

“Listen, about last night-”

“Don’t. I get it; I’m not worth your time. You’ve had enough of pretending to be my friend, so you didn’t bother to show up.”

“No, I was there! I…I left after the Waltz,” Midoriya tries to explain, but Todoroki isn’t even meeting his eyes.

“Isn’t that convenient? I looked for you after that very song,” Todoroki says, chuckling humourlessly. “Stop lying to me, okay? You can’t redeem yourself, and you don’t need to. We’re clearly not meant to be friends.”

Tears fill Midoriya’s eyes, and Todoroki has the decency to look guilty for a second or two. This can’t be happening, not after everything he’s already done. Midoriya lets go of his inhibitions.

“I was there for you! I was there, listening to your music and watching the way the shortest strand of your hair come loose like it always does!” Midoriya shouts, the tears spilling over at last. “More than that, I was there with red roses behind my back that I could give to you after the concert was over because surprise, surprise, I’ve fallen for you! I really, really like you, and I would never stand you up.”

Todoroki steps closer, a dangerous fire in his eyes.

“Who told you? Who told you that I…used to like you? Was it my father?”

“I…no! A-and…used to?” Midoriya manages to say. Todoroki nods, glare so livid that Midoriya thinks he may be paralysed.

“Yes, used to. Up until yesterday. Because I can’t bring myself to like someone who stands me up and then lies about it. Leave early? Really? Why? Was it a matter of life and death that you couldn’t have stayed just a little longer for me? I think not. You liar-”

“I’m not-”

“Shut up!” Todoroki roars, the loudest Midoriya’s ever heard him, and he flinches. Even Todoroki realises he’s gone too far, and almost reaches out for him, as if to console him like he usually would. But he controls himself this time. “Just…shut up,” he says quietly, walking down the stairs and away from Midoriya, who stands there for a few minutes, frozen, before breaking down. He doesn’t know how long he weeps for, out in public, before something buzzes in his pocket; his phone.

Unknown number

I’ve found you, finally

Who is this? you may ask

I’ll give you a hint

S H G R K I

But sshh

Don’t tell anyone

Come alone to the address attached

Cos I’ve got Shouto and you reallllly don’t want me to hurt him

Be there ASAP

Midoriya reads the texts three, four times. He’s just lost Todoroki, and now, Shouto’s gone too. Kidnapped. Unless he walks into a trap for him. How the hell is a person meant to withstand this? But he’s not just Izuku, he’s Small Might, too. And he knows who to go to.

His conviction doesn’t stop the tears, though.

(He wonders if anything will ever stop the tears).

*

“Feel my way through the darkness,” Kirishima sings, almost whispering, so shy and unsure in his own ability, that Bakugou wants to yell at him that he sounds like an angel. Since when has Kirishima been able to sing? And where did he learn to sing like that? Bakugou recalls that Kirishima is doing this for him, and something begins to click into place. “guided by a beating heart. I can’t tell when the journey will end, but I know where to start.”

And Bakugou can’t help it; he joins in. He misses a line, before singing, falteringly:

“’Say I’m caught up in a dream...”

Their voices are low, hesitant, and so fragile together that even the slightest wrong movement could shatter them. But this is something they could build on. Bakugou understands now, and the moment is perfect; he wants nothing more but than to make this, the way he feels, the way Kirishima looks at him, to last for an eternity.

Which is exactly why the universe has to cut it short. The shitty nerd slams the door open, face tear-soaked. Kirishima instantly stops playing and nearly drops the guitar in surprise. But Deku is fixed on Bakugou.

“Kacchan,” he chokes out, voice cracking, “I need your help.”

And Bakugou wants to say no, wants to close the door in the nerd’s face and pretend that he and Kirishima are alone, completely alone with no-one else but themselves.

He can’t do that, though, because if there’s anything he’s learned from his shared history with Deku is that Deku is not a foe; he’s a friend. A fucking good one at that, and damn but Bakugou’s gone soft because he can’t just say no to his oldest friend anymore. And judging by the tears, it’s probably got something to with someone he cares about.

Bakugou knows how that feels.

“I’ve gotta go with him,” Bakugou mutters to Kirishima, and it breaks him to hear how much it sounds like a rejection.

“Yeah, cool; I’ll be packing up and heading home now, I guess. See you tomorrow?” Kirishima replies with forced cheeriness.

Bakugou simply nods before grabbing Deku and stomping out of the room. He turns to confront his short friend.

“Now fucking what?”

“H-he, he’s got S-Shouto, and, um, he left me, uh,” Deku stutters between tears, “a t-threat. He I have to c-come alone or he’ll, he’ll…” But he doesn’t get anymore out before he openly starts sobbing.

Bakugou sighs and pulls the nerd into a hug.

“You go after him,” Bakugou commands quietly, “but attach the comms unit and take the signal locator so Red Riot and I can follow you there. We’ll be there in half an hour to give you some time to assess the situation.” He pulls Deku back slightly so he can look him properly. “Don’t do anything stupid, don’t fall into any dumbass traps, and don’t you fucking worry; we’re going to get him back for you. Got it?”

Deku sniffles, but nods, eyes taking on a determined glimmer.

“Got it.”

And then he’s off sprinting down the hallway, and Bakugou pulls out his device, sending an emergency signal to Red Riot. But there’s one thing he’s gotta do before he join the redheaded hero:

He’s gotta stop at Kirishima’s house and sort their mess of a relationship out, because he never wants to see the guy he’s half in love with fake anything towards him again.

He wants Kirishima to be genuinely happy, for as long as humanely possible.

*

Todoroki sits uncomfortably, blindfolded, and hates himself.

He hates himself for overreacting. He hates himself for making the one he loves cry. He hates himself because he can’t stop loving him. But most of all, he hates himself because the whole situation distracted him so much that Shigaraki was able to kidnap him. And even if a future with Midoriya is gone, he could’ve maybe had something with Small Might. But Small Might is inevitably going to end up hurt if he comes after Todoroki alone like he’s meant to. Todoroki only hopes that he at least consulta Ground Zero first. As rash as the hero is, Small Might and Ground Zero know each other in person, so there has to be some sort of backup Ground Zero can offer.

“Oh, Shouto; I can scare you, you know,” the deluded villain taunts. Todoroki grits his teeth.

“As if.” Physical pain is nothing to him.

“Hmm, but I know who you are, who you really are, and I’m sure if I revealed your true self to, say, Small Might, for instance, he’d somewhat recognise your face from the media. Your cover is blown.”

Todoroki’s blood runs cold. Of course, being him, the son of the musician Endeavour, most people in the city know his face, his voice, and even his hair, which is why he so completely covers himself up with his costume. Small Might would instantly recognise him. All the…the stereotypes and the rumours about Todoroki would cloud Small Might’s judgement.

He’d lose the special connection they had.

“You’re bluffing,” Todoroki growls. Shigaraki laughs.

“Are you sure about that? Only, that was an awfully long pause…Todoroki.”

Shit.

“Now,” the villain continues. “Do you think I can scare you?”

No reply. The villain snarls and repeats his line.

“Do you think I can scare you, Shouto?”

“What does it matter? There’s nothing wrong with being scared if you can be incredible anyway!” The voice belongs to neither himself or Shigaraki. Todoroki would recognise that modulated sound anywhere: it’s Small Might.

“Small Might, don’t! Don’t come any closer!” Todoroki pleads, but it seems that Small Might isn’t going to listen, because the sounds of heavy steel boots get louder. And it’s selfish, he knows; he’s primarily trying to stop the other hero from finding out that he is a Todoroki. But his concern isn’t just for himself – he has to keep Small Might safe, too.

The echoing sound of multiple guns resonates throughout the space, and Shigaraki pulls Todoroki’s blindfold off. The hero is faced with a grotesque, peeling face, before Shigaraki steps away and says, gleefully:

“Behold, my two henchmen!” Either side of Small Might appear two men holding guns at point blank range to the hero. Shigaraki reveals his own gun and aims it at Small Might, so that the only way he can go is backwards. “Oh, it was a struggle to get anyone so short notice, but these two kind men took my limited money and accepted the job! So now, Small Might, you have a choice: flee, and live, or try to protect your dear hero friend, and die.”

“I’m not leaving.”

Shigaraki laughs, louder this time.

“But of course not; you’re a hero!” He turns to Todoroki. “So really, the choice is yours, Shouto; reveal your identity to Small Might, and allow him to live, or refuse to, and be the cause of his death.”

The air is silent for a short while, before Todoroki manages, shakily:

“My hood and mask. Take it off.”

There really isn’t a choice, and Todoroki only prays that Small Might will accept him for who he really is, and not confine him to the Todoroki Shouto that the public knows.

“Why, certainly, Your Highness,” Shigaraki quips childishly, stepping up to Todoroki again. “Brace yourself.”

And with that, he whips the mask off and shoves the hood back. Before the villain can even announce his real name, Small Might blurts:

“Todoroki?!”

Shigaraki grins, and Todoroki feels like he may possibly throw up.

“Oh, who was I kidding, of course Small Might would recognise you! You see, I also know who Small Might truly is, and you two…well, I’ll let your eyes speak for themselves.” He pushes the gun into Todoroki’s temple harshly, and turns to Small Might. “Mask, off, or I shoot him.”

And it’s the same situation, except Small Might doesn’t even hesitate for a second. The green material flops onto the floor, and the sight he sees knocks the air out of his lungs. It can’t be.

Izuku Midoriya is stood before him.

And this is the worst time to think back to yesterday, and to think back to how Midoriya said he had to leave early. Was it a matter of life and death? Todoroki had asked. And now it all makes sense.

The tears spill before he even realises he’s going to cry.

*

Bakugou hadn’t accounted for traffic. He’s now only got ten minutes left before he’s got to be with Deku, which is why he barges into Kirishima’s room without knocking. Kirishima’s parents had let him in, and Bakugou doesn’t have a second to waste.

But none of that prepares him for finding Red Riot in Kirishima’s room.

*

Kirishima steps out of the bathroom in his full Red Riot outfit. He’d gotten an alert from Ground Zero about twenty minutes ago, and it takes him at least five minutes to get his hair set, so he’d responded immediately.

(And he wants to see Ground Zero as soon as possible, too; is that really such a bad thing?)

But now he has to explain why he’s dressed like this to Bakugou, his year-long crush, and he really doesn’t know what to say.

“…Red Riot?”

Okay, so Bakugou’s heard of him. Maybe he can spin this to his favour.

“Yup, that’s me!” he starts fully intending to pretend that ‘Kirishima is out and we’re friends, haha’, but then realises he’s yet to put his voice modulator on.

Oh no.

“…Tell me you’re not the Red Riot. The one that works with Ground Zero and stuff. Please,” Bakugou utters. Okay, so now he’s a bit offended.

“Uh, yeah. Yes, I am. Like, the Red Riot, I mean. That’s me,” Kirishima tries (and fails) to assert. Bakugou sits down on the bed and groans.

“Tell me this is not happening.”

“It’s not happening.”

“…Fuck off.”

“No, no seriously,” Kirishima says, “we can pretend this never happened. I know it’s super really weird to find out that your best friend is a vigilante when you yourself are just a normal music student, and I know my motives probably don’t make sense-”

“Tch, think again, Shitty Hair,” Bakugou mutters, and Kirishima stops mid-sentence. There’s only one person who calls him by that nickname.

“Y-you’re Ground Zero?!” Kirishima screeches, and Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Congratu-fucking-lations, you guessed it,” Bakugou deadpans.

“N-no, it’s just that- it’s good! Really good!” Kirishima backtracks. Bakugou looks at him suspiciously.

“Why’s it good?”

“C-cos….oh god, this is going to sound weird, I’m so sorry, I have to say it,” Kirishima mumbles, before clearing his throat. “Because I have a crush on you and on Ground Zero and I was really torn between the two but now it’s all sort of a lot more clear and also who wouldn’t want to be superhero partners with their best buddy?”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“You…you basically voiced my thoughts.”

Kirishima looks at him for confirmation, wondering if Bakugou could possibly mean what he thinks he means. The red tinge to his best bro’s cheeks says it all, and suddenly, Kirishima can’t stop grinning.

Without giving Bakugou a second to react, he tackles him in a bear hug, and they both topple back on the bed.

“Hey, Kirishima?” Bakugou says from underneath him, and Kirishima pulls himself up a little to look at Bakugou.

“Yeah?” he responds a little breathlessly. Bakugou smirks, surging forward and pressing a chaste kiss to Kirishima’s lips.

“We’ve got people to save.”

*

“I’m sorry,” Todoroki whispers in his broken voice, and Midoriya catches his meaning straight away, giving him a small smile that’s both sad and hopeful, and it breaks Todoroki’s heart even more to see it.

“Well, as…sickeningly sweet as this all is, I’m afraid it’s all going to come to end,” Shigaraki mocks. “But don’t worry; I’ll position your dead bodies like Romeo and Juliet, if you’d like.”

But then two figures spring down from the walls and knock out the two henchmen; Ground Zero and Red Riot have arrived.

(Really, Shigaraki should’ve hired at least a few more men).

“Maybe I’ll position your dead body like fucking Macbeth or some shit, you twerp!” Ground Zero yells…except he isn’t wearing a voice modulator, or a mask, and neither is Red Riot.

Which is why he’s seeing Bakugou and Kirishima, two people in his year at school.

To call it a coincidence would be the understatement of the century.

“Okay, yeah, yeah,” Bakugou says when he catches Kirishima, Midoriya, and Todoroki looking at each other in bewilderment. “Kirishima and I came clean to each other accidentally, and that fucktard made you reveal yourselves, I’m guessing. Can we kick ass now and ask questions later?”

Kirishima chuckles.

“That we most definitely can do, bro.”

Shigaraki doesn’t stand a chance when Midoriya knocks the gun out of his hand; the four as a team are pretty much invincible, and being able to see each other’s faces does a lot for communication.

Todoroki could get used to this.

*

“Oh my god, stop sucking face,” Bakugou groans, and Midoriya pulls away from Todoroki guiltily.

“You’re one to talk,” Todoroki says, raising an eyebrow at Kirishima and Bakugou’s joined hands.

“That’s different!” Kirishima exclaims. Midoriya simply laughs, and tucks into his food.

It’s been a month since their identities were revealed to each other, and whilst they’ve gone back to the masks to keep any other villains from finding out about them (they’ve ensured Shigaraki and his two henchmen won’t be talking), they’ve adapted the designs so that they can communicate more easily.

They’ve also discovered in school that highly controlled drums and acoustic guitar really uplift a classical song, and that electric piano and violin add a touch of unique expression that sounds pretty awesome.

But by far the best discovery they’ve made are double dates. After that night, there was no more beating around the bush. Todoroki and Midoriya had a long, meaningful talk which ended in a soft embrace and the beginning of a relationship, and Bakugou and Kirishima…well, they just sat with an acoustic guitar and sang songs together, which was good enough for them. The mutual agreement of a loving relationship came from the sound of their voices melding together (in more ways than one).

“So are we going to patrol tonight?” Midoriya asks, and Kirishima stares at him, aghast.

“Dude! We’re going to the cinema tonight!” he cries. Midoriya laughs sheepishly.

“Oh, right. Sorry, I’m just nervous about that new group…”

Todoroki slings an arm around Midoriya’s shoulder comfortingly and pulls him close.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll take them down if they’re a threat.”

“Damn right we will,” Bakugou agrees. “After all, we’re famous now.”

“Not us,” Midoriya insists. “Just our hero counterparts. No-one knows it’s us!”

“Yeah,” Todoroki hums. “And let’s keep it that way, this time.”

They’re so engrossed in making conversation and plans that they don’t notice their friends listening from the other table.

“Oh?” Kaminari calls.

“Famous?” Mina repeats.

“Hero counterparts?” Sero adds.

“Keep it what way this time?” Uraraka asks.

The four heroes look at each other, and collectively groan.

[defiledtomb]

Evenings in Antiva

So, let me explain first. This is an excerpt from my, erhm, highly personal archives that I just normally don’t share because of who I am as a person. But, I’ve had both you and outside forces being so incredibly encouraging I thought why the heck not. There is no real reason I want to keep them to myself, I’m only scared of feedback (funnily enough it’s also the only thing I crave. Anyway) So this is something that is both part of my ongoing zevran romance fantasy, but also a shameless, shameless, self insert/ “x reader” piece of smut. It’s also a practice piece so those of you who read it will find it very descriptive and very… explicit. But maybe not in the right ways, always.

He comes to you by late afternoon, when the sun is as tired as your limbs. He pours you a glass of wine, brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Long day, mi amor?” It’s a murmur against your temple as his lips still linger, cinnamon and cloves heavy on his breath. The gentle breeze from an open balcony and the heady scent of antivan jasmine fills up the room and the mood is almost tangible, golden honey and ripe peaches of evening sun.

“If only the night lasts as long as my day,” you purr, “I won’t complain.” It elicits a heartfelt laugh from Zevran and his eyes glimmer with mirth, he settles down beside you and kisses small letters of love on your throat.

“It can be arranged,” Zevran smiles, his nimble fingers already unbuckling the armor you wear as a second skin, smothering every inch of you that he reveals with open-mouthed kisses; growling in pleasure as the taste of you reaches his tongue.

The last items of clothing is ripped from your body as his patience reaches its limit; you are naked and loved and he is not afraid to show it.

“Amor,” he whispers as he takes a step back; it is a vain thing to think of himself as a lucky man and that you are finally his, after the years of pining and hoping you are his, and his alone: that notion fills him not only with pride but an undying gratitude; the kind that bring men to their knees and is also most likely the force that keeps his heart beating.

“Amor,” he says again, although this time it’s more of a breath and a distant kiss, you blush and your knees nearly give out from the force of his devotion. Not that you ever doubted it; but to see it, feel it, in the sparse words he uses in moments like this… It is, you decide, the very definition of divine.

The space between you is closed quickly as he sinks to his knees before you, hot breath on your navel and his calloused hands running smoothly along the outside of your thighs.

He whispers still and it’s almost like a spell; you feel the words he whispers are promises, lingering and of longing. Laughter bubbles in your throat, from sheer happiness and excitement, and it smoothes into a long moan as Zevran drags his tounge through your slit.

He spreads your legs wider as you grasp handfuls of his hair to anchor yourself against the warmth of his mouth, he draws sweet sounds of pleasure from you as he gently circles your inner walls. You can’t help but to close your eyes; he drives you nearly mad with desire as he focuses on everything but your already throbbing clitoris, but when you open them again you see him looking up at you through lidded eyes. Neither can you help the low moan that drags through your throat from seeing him like this; you’ve watched him for years and memorized every detail about him, yet seeing him with his face buried in your cunt is like seeing the sunset for the very first time. You bite your lip and your brows furrow from withholding your orgasm, futile as it is when Zevran latches on to your clit and sucks while still maintaining eyecontact.

The world goes white and you fear you’ve might actually gone blind, the force of your release shakes the very foundation of what you deem as lovemaking. It will never be this good again, ever.

Then again, you thought so last time too.

The high that rushes through your body and the gentle lapping of Zevrans still moving tongue brings you back to reality and now you are free but highly wound up; if you don’t get more of him you are sure you will dissolve.

“You,” you breathe and beckon him up with your hand on his cheek, “bed.” It’s the most you can muster with your head still spinning, yet you sqeal with glee as Zevran lifts you and carries you over to the bed. His erection presses against your sopping wet centre and it’s enough to make you go mad with lust yet again. 

“I love you,” you tell him inbetween the passionate kisses you share, “I missed you so much.”

His laughter at this statement of yours makes you laugh as well, and you blush furiously as he presses bubbling kisses against your heated cheeks.

“We eat, sleep and work together, mi bella, yet you miss me?” He laughs, and places you on the bed.

“Every second.” You answer, proudly, while working on the laces of his breeches.

Zevran has no chance to answer before he is swept away, his mouth slants open with a breathless gasp as you grip his shaft and suck the precum off his tip. The heady musk both from tthe taste and scent of him fill your nostrils as you breathe deep, plunging his cock into the back of your throat. He knows you like this and his hands press on the back of your head; forcing his cock down to hilt. Your hands are planted firmly on his muscular butt and you feel the slight shiver in his legs as he sucks a sharp breath through his teeth. He keeps you here and your tounge presses against his shaft, moving ever so slightly until you gag and it’s removed; a string of saliva still connects you two before it drips down your chin and down your heaving chest. Zevran drags his thumb under your eyes to wipe away the tear that escaped, still running the head of his cock around your plump and wettened lips.

“You are so beautiful,” he says with a reverence normally saved for outside of the bedroom, smoothing your hair back into a ponytail as you take him into your mouth again. This time when he drives in to the hilt, you swallow and mewl to let him feel the vibration of you; his head falls back in bliss before he playfully growls and pushes you further back on the bed only to crawl on top of you.

He kisses you as if your mouth was a delicate spring flower, tasting himself before turning his attention to your breast; one hand kneading the soft flesh before closing his mouth over a stiff and yearning nipple. He does this like so, because he knows what sounds it derives from you; the gentle gasp as he sucks on it first, then the slow, dragging moan as he circles the nipple with the tip of his tongue. He knows this too, when he blows a small stream of cooling air where he licked; the combination of saliva and his tentative breath makes your whole body break out in gooseflesh.

“More,” you plead as you shiver beneath him, his erection pressing against your swollen vulva. “Please let me have you.”

Zevran returns to kiss you on the mouth, hungry as he is, but he stares deep into your eyes as he presses inside you. Its broken for but a second as both of you roll your eyes to the back your skull; he for feeling your walls clench around him, pulling him in, and you for the way this fills you, excrutiatingly slow; described with words like ‘heavenly sin’.

He rocks steadily as your nails rake along his back, his mouth back again with open mouthed kisses along your throat. Every movement sends this rush through your spine, you suck on his earlobe and press your heels into his back. He knows this too well and rises to his knees, places his arms around your waist so that he can press himself as close as he can; you can’t help but scream as your pleasure reaches its height.

The length of his cock fully buried in you as his arms lift you into an arch; the way you clench around him like this steals your breath as well as his. He rides you through your orgasm sliding lazily out and in, but as soon as you go limp his pace invigorates until he’s pounding you into the matress; his hands now clamped like vices over your hips, sure to leave small bruises; small marks of his love imprinted on skin. The breath he chases becomes as erratic as his thrusts, then he finally pushes in with some force and a grunt; he breathes heavily now as his cock twitches and pumps his thick seed into your womb. Zevran always does this, and it excites you to no end; he pulls out and watches it trickle out of you, before he gets up and wettens a rag to gently wipe it up.

Beads of sweat still roll down his abdomen that glistens golden brown, and he lays down next to you when he finishes. A kiss is placed at your temple before he wraps his arms around you, resting your head on his chest. This song, the one of his pounding heart to the drag of his exhausted breath, it pulls you both into deep sleep; you even beat the setting sun.

[zippdementia]

Part 66 Alignment May Vary: Fight Against a Strange Monster

Azor Khul looks over the stunned players, who are all staring past him at the huge expanse of darkness that makes up space, and the bright sun whose overpowering light cannot pierce that darkness, and the worlds that circle that sun. In a moment of pure confusion, they all gain a bare taste of understanding, of seeing their role in the universe and having just the barest glimmer of how insignificant they are.

With that as his backdrop, Azor Khul speaks.

“You disrupted my plans, and for that I have removed you from everything you know and hold dear. Welcome to a new life amongst the stars. Only, you will not be able to appreciate it for long.”

With that, Azor Khul launches a massive psychic attack against the players, so strong that they feel even the slugspawn wrapped around their brains quiver from its impact. But the slugspawn hold and the attack has no power. What’s more, in its aftermath, the illusion of Azor Khul’s Dragonborn form is peeling away, removing its imprint on their minds to reveal who Azor Khul really is: a Mindflayer, an Ultitharid.

When the creature realizes that its attack has had no effect, it makes a gurgling sound deep beneath its face tentacles. One of the tentacles slides under the rest, inserting itself down the creature’s gullet where it can vibrate and begin to make an approximation of speech.

“So, you see my true identity. You use pieces of the master itself to block my powers. How dare you use the master’s gifts. They are not for you!”

The Ultitharid then reaches to the side and grips a weapon laying there: a huge gun much like the one Imoaza has. It hefts the weapon and calls out a challenge:

“Now the true fight begins!”

But before the players can engage, Aldric suddenly winces and looks down at his bag of holding. It is glowing red hot. Acting quickly, he darts a hand inside of it and pulls out the object that is risking burning a hole through even the magic of the bag. 

It is a shard of Jade, retrieved from Nysyries’ body, taken originally from Tyrion’s belongings, handed down to him by Karina after their adventures in the Tomb of Haggemoth, the last remnant of a Jade Statue that Targaryen and his sister Jade once controlled, that Tywin died to retrieve, that Karina and Shando and Targaryen retrieved from a golden palace on the Moonsea months and months ago, that long before that was stolen from the Yuan Ti and fashioned by an ancient race of worshippers into a statue of the gods, that originally came to the Yuan Ti from The Surveyor, who kept it on his ship to contain the essence of the Star Spawn. It is the catalyst of this entire campaign, and now it comes full circle and fulfills its ultimate purpose.

In front of them all, the Jade Shard burns white hot, falls from Aldric’s hand as he startles, and smashes to pieces on the ship’s metal floor. As if in answer, a mighty roar sounds from outside of the control room and beneath them. It is the roar of the awakened Star Spawn.

Azor Khul guffaws: “You have brought the final piece of my god to us, just as my god foretold! Now he will awaken and you will know a true eternity of terror!”

And without further ado, Azor Khul the Mindflayer fires his weapon, showering the room in bright red laser blasts. The players dive for cover and initiative begins.

Synopsis of the Fight

This is a very fun fight to set up for the players. An Ultitharid with the gun that Azor Khul has would probably be too much of a challenge for the players but their ability to block all of his psychic attacks turns the battle into a fair fight. Also, they have some incredibly powerful weapons that they have taken from the ship and can bring to bear on the fight. In turn, Azor Khul has been given some legendary actions so that he can become a true boss character and match the players in the action economy. He can fire his weapon for 2 legendary actions, move for 1, and make a regular attack with his tentacles for 1. As a reaction he can activate a technological shield that boosts his AC (but he has limited use of this) and his gun fires lasers as well as a multitude of grenades, including stun grenades, fragmentation grenades, and poison smoke grenades.

The players split up instantly, darting behind various desks for cover and Azor Khul, once he realizes they have guns too, does the same, rolling behind cover as Aldric fires blasts from his pistols that burn holes in the walls and floor. Imoaza tries to lob a grenade at Azor Khul but he’s too quick, rolling away from it and behind another desk. Then Carrick gets a great shot in, blasting Azor Khul in the shoulder with his anti-matter rifle and doing the first serious damage of the fight.

This pisses Azor Khul off, and he moves forward aggressively, using his shield to block further shots, and lobbing a grenade at Carrick and Aldric to force them to separate and take cover. Imoaza pops up from behind her cover to try and take a shot but Azor Khul hits her square in the chest with a stun grenade and she falls prone over one of the consoles, completely unable to move. Then Aldric leaps up from behind cover and rushes at Azor Khul with Blackrazor, who screams out that he wants his souls back! Azor Khul chuckles at the blade’s mad proclamation and closes with Aldric, using his tentacles like sharpened blades, whipping them around Aldric and forcing the mercenary off his guard. Then Azor Khul dodges away again, leaping behind a desk and looking at Imoaza’s prone form:

“Let me show you what happens to those who oppose Azor Khul,” he says, ominously, moving for the snake-woman.

“Hey, I’m not finished with you, yet!” Aldric says and jumps onto a chair, not realizing it has wheels. It rolls across the command center but Aldric rides it as well as he does any mount and leaps off at the last moment, landing a critical hit on Azor Khul, slicing through his gun and ripping open his futuristic armor. Azor Khul lets out a cry of pain and rage and instantly turns to Aldric, wrapping his tentacles around the mercenary’s skull.

“See?” he growls. “You wield a dark power, too. We could have worked together, you and I. But now that time has passed. It’s time you give me back my god’s gifts.”

Then the tentacles dig into Aldric’s head and the mercenary begins to scream as the slugspawn begins to be pulled forcibly from his brain.

Seeing his friend’s plight, Carrick closes with the distracted Azor Khul and at point blank range pulls the trigger on his anti-matter rifle. A huge blast (a critical hit) rips Azor Khul’s body to pieces, completely decimating it. However, the head remains attached by its tentacles to Aldric and it continues to rip at his brain.

“Holy shit,” Carrick says, and pulls free his whip, releasing its fiery energy into one long lashing line. With a precision that comes from somewhere deep in his memories, he slashes the tentacles from the head and brings Azor Khul’s campaign of terror to an end.

Aldric stumbles back, pulling at the tentacles attached to him like dreadlocks, ripping them from his skull with gasps and cries of pain. Imoaza stumbles to her feet too, finally free of the effects of the stun grenade. Carrick looks at the body of Azor Khul and everyone waits for a quip.

“Welcome to Faerun,” Carrick says.

Rematch

But the fight isn’t over yet. The party has barely had a chance to heal up (Aldric full healing himself with a special injectable he got from Fiona... who didn’t understand his innuendo no matter how many times he made “injectable” into a dirty joke) before the doors to the control room are ripped asunder and the awakened Star Spawn enters the room. The players are ready, lined up ont he other side of the room with guns a-blazing. They blast the beast a number of times as it forces its bulk through the hole it left and pulls itself with huge arms towards the players.

Aldric’s gun seems to do little to it, and Imoaza launches a fragmentation grenade directly into its face with no effect, but Carrick’s anti-matter rifle rips huge chunks of flesh off the beast and it roars appreciatively and heads for him, grabbing him in powerful clawed hands and dashing him dizzingly against the line of consoles. Carrick, for whom this fight is a rematch from eons ago, stays steadfast, continuing to fire his rifle at point blank range until it finally sighs and ejects its spent energy cartridge. Aldric moves in at this point with Blackrazor,but he is shoved aside by a mighty swipe from the beast, knocking him halfway across the room.

Things look dire until Imoaza, who still doesn’t know how to use her weapon fully, presses a random button on the side of her gun and launches, unexpectedly, a disrupter beam at the beast. It does massive damage and the Star Spawn reacts by focusing its gaze on her, channeling its own disrupter beam through its eyes. Imoaza is hit and she begins to dissipate, her body disintegrating. Desperately she casts her final “save me from death” spell, an ice shield that encases her to protect her from further harm, but the Star Spawn takes advantage of her delay to teleport next to her and smash through the shield with its powerful claws. Then it lifts her up and again gazes directly into her and her body begins to turn to ash.

Just then, Aldric leaps up onto the monsters back and with both him and Blackrazor yelling triumphantly, he drives Blackrazor down into the Starspawn’s skull.

There is a massive explosion of light as the sword pierces the beast’s hide and Blackrazor drinks in the soul of this otherworldly, ancient creature. Blackrazor laughs as the power fills it and the sword reaches its original power leve. “Daaaaaayum, Aldric,” he says. “We are entering a whole new era, buddy. This is about to be a new age. Blackrazor is back! Onwards and upwards. You are going get so powerful, Aldric. Things are gonna get good. Let’s figure out how to land this ship so we can find more souls. We need more souls, Aldric.”

It turns out that landing the ship is not going to be so easy, however. Aldric and his companions meet back up with Fiona and Bob (Fiona is now wearing a different body, that of a young Asian looking girl... or at least, the Faerun version of Asian). Fiona ignores Aldric’s new bout of one-liners and attempts to hit on her tell and tells them that the ship is now on a set course for an unknown destination. In addition, they need to be put into hibernation in order to facilitate the removal of the slugspawn from their brains. The process will only take a few days, but they don’t have much time: the psychic emanations of the Star Spawn and of Azor Khul have sped up the growth process of the slugspawn. Only the hibernation chambers can slow them down!

The players comply, quickly getting into three separate hibernation chambers, which look like beds... or coffins.

“You know,” Aldric tells Fiona as he crawls inside his chamber. “There’s not a lot of room in here, but I can make some for you if you want to join me.”

Fiona just smiles and closes the glass cover of the chamber. All goes black. The players roll for their slugspawn and no one’s head explodes. The slugspawn are removed successfully.

The next thing the players know, the glass covers open.

Awakening

You all wake up to the sound of a repetitive blaring horn. Each of you is in a tube whose purpose is not immediately clear. Behind you is soft padding and in front of you is a see through cover made of some kind of hard glass. The world beyond this cover is darkness punctuated by frequent bursts of light that seem to come in time with the blaring horns. The light illuminates a large room.

It takes the companions a moment to remember where they are. Their limbs don’t seem to be working right and they fall-flop out of their tubes. Clearly something is wrong. They call for Fiona and Bob, but no one comes. They explore a little and find that the ship seems old... much older and more dilapidated then when they went to sleep. They find their guns at a charging station, but Imoaza’s grenade launcher has rusted and broken. Aldric’s laser pistol and Carrick’s anti-matter rifle are in better condition, but have long ago lost their energy charge and can’t be fired (they still take these weapons).

Eventually, they find the control room. Here, Fiona, or what’s left of her, has fallen prone over a console. Her head has been split open, revealing the mechanical innards inside (Aldric finally puts together he’s been attempting to fraternize with some kind of machine... which is totally fine by him). The computer she was working on is still functional and after some experimentation and guessing at passwords, Carrick remembers how to log in an use a computer from his past days as The Surveyor and begins typing in questions.

Where are we? You are on a space vessel belonging to “The Surveyor.” Welcome! The vessel has been called many things by different races: The Star Wanderer, The Comet, The Lifebringer, The Fire in the Sky. The Surveyor never named it himself.

No, no, I mean where are we in space? What the Surveyor was going to do next or where he was going is unknown. Current location is outside of the River Styx.

What happened? Something went wrong during the journey. Further information unavailable.

How long have we been out here? 9,999,999,999,999... and then the computer sizzles and pops as the calculation breaks it. At the same moment, the back wall of the control room, made of glass of some kind, which has been dark until now, suddenly becomes see through again and they can see outside the ship.

Ahead of you stretches the unfathomable expanse of what the computer called space. It stretches on further than any plains, forest, or ocean. It is like staring into infinity and the impossibility of how huge it is staggers you. The blackness is dotted here and there by distant lights, like the night sky, and by a huge red circle which dominates the sky. currently is dominated by huge rocks which fill your view. The rocks tumble like lazy titans against the glass window as your vessel pushes past them and you hear again the smashing sound, this time accompanied by a thin crack appearing in the glass. Then the alarms that have been going off throughout the ship suddenly blare to life in this room and all the doors in the room open as one. A female voice all around you suddenly speaks a warning: “Warning. Hull breach imminent. Escape pods will be launched in T minus four minutes.”

There’s nothing for it except to run. The players have no idea where the escape pods are, except for a brief glance Imoaza got at the map of the ship while they were hunting down Azor Khul and Carrick’s uncertain memories from days very much gone by. The next section is a mad dash about the ship while the countdown continues, until finally at T-Minus 30 seconds they locate the escape pods and cram themselves inside of one.

Disaster strikes at this moment: the hull of the ship is breached by an asteroid and Aldric, who is climbing inside the pod, is whipped backwards and out of the pod by the sudden rush of air, saved at the last minute by gripping the edges of the pod door and pulling himself by sheer strength back into the pod. However, he rolls a failure on his strength check so while he isn’t blasted into space, he does not get off free. Blackrazor is torn from his grasp and goes spinning away into the abyss. The sudden loss of his blade shows Aldric just how tied to it he was: he instantly feels sick and a crazy thought enters his mind to let go of his hold and leap into space after the blade. But Carrick is grabbing his arm then, pulling into the pod fully, and the door slams shut.

The pod shakes as it is ejected from the ship. A single window shows them a dizzying view of the red planet spinning around and around them as they tumble down towards its surface. Then flames appear as they hit the atmosphere and then there is a mighty jolt as they hit ground. Battered and beaten, the companions push open the door of the pod and collapse onto red rock and sand. The pod chimes happily behind them “Have a nice day!” before dying in a burst of static and sparks.

Getting up, they see they have skidded to a halt on the edge of a large cliff side. Beyond that, they see a vast landscape filled with red sand and punctuated by a maze of red cliffs and canyons. In the far distance a massive city sprawls across the horizon. Not just a piece of it: the entire horizon is dominated by the city scape. It is the largest city any of them have ever fathomed, let alone seen, and it is nothing like cities on Faerun. Even at this distance they can see the buildings are tall, angular, and oddly shaped. Some are uniform rectangles, but others incorporate curved domes or odd geometrical patterns. The view is obscurred somewhat by a light dust storm which kicks up flurries of red sand all around them.

“Where the hell are we?” Carrick asks.

If only he knew how ironic the question was.

[historical-fictioneer]

Galra Mom One Shot

The crowd’s cheering was deafening, even through the closed doors. No doubt the Galra were falling over themselves to finally see their prince after such an extended time apart, thanks to me.  My wrists were becoming sorer by the second from the droids’ iron grip. Personally, it was a miracle I was still managing to stand upright.

           My legs felt like lead, stiff and numb from running away and mindless walking from ship to ship.  My neck was sore from looking straight and holding it up high to show my pride and lack of regret. Part of me was relieved that I managed to steal some Intel of the blueprints of the ship’s restoration in a microchip, and quintessence vials under my Marmora armor, for the Blade of Marmora. My eyes profusely encouraged me to sleep and drift into memories of my family.

I managed a dry chuckle to myself.

“What family?” I barely whispered, or tried to.

My mouth was dry and throat was raw from yelling and cursing at the Galra sentries who’ve the nerve to insult my dead brother.

           Suddenly there was a familiar deep voice, it made the fur along my neck stand on end and my head suddenly go at attention. Then I realized, I didn’t answer to him nor ever did. The crowd became louder than before.

“My people!” His voice was somewhat muffled from the door, “Indeed it’s great to be back home with the company of my loyal Galra brothers and sisters! Yet, there is one among us who has stood apart- both in loyalty to her empire and to her Galra relatives…”

           The sentries pushed me forward to the door, pain shooting into my shoulders from my arms being pressed into my back. I grunted in pain. Before I could slam into it, the door slid open, the light blinding me. There was another unprecedented shove, and before I could catch my footing, a bruising pain arose in my side.  Then realized I fell. The thunderous sound of laughter from the millions of Galra spectators filled my sensitive ears.

“… I give you, Thrix! Daughter of Valk and Ryfeta.” His voice was louder, clearer and sharper.

My eyes were still becoming accustomed to the lighting as I pushed myself up.  Eventually, I managed to steady myself by widening my stance. I brought my hands to my sides, one on the hilt on my blade.

“The younger sister of Thace.”

           My grip tightened as his golden eyes dangerously flickered. I remained stoic and silent: conserving my energy. Lotor momentarily seemed perplexed, and then came forward to me slowly. With each step smile seemed to grow and his teeth seemed to become more revealed. He continuously moved closer until he was only a foot apart, his bared teeth turned into a predatory smile.

“What’s wrong, Thrix? Not going to defend your brother’s honor? What a shame…”

I kept my sight forward, not moving a muscle, harnessing the internal storm like my brother once taught me. Patience yields focus, don’t let your actions override your thoughts: control it.

“I can’t believe you’re too weak to preserve what little your beloved brother gave up.”

There was a growl that formed at the back of my throat as Lotor started circling me like the Earth’s… what were they called? Vulvars? Vurtles? — No, Vultures.

“But I guess that’s expected…”

Again, he stood in front of me, after circumventing my stiff body.

"After all, you're weak enough to succumb to a human's charms."

           Every muscle in my body tensed and my lungs found it difficult to breath. My surroundings seemed to have faded, creating a tunnel that focused on the slightly built Galra. The pumping heart in my body seemed to have skipped a beat. I made no attempt to move; I feared that if I move I would only be an easier target because of my fragility. 

           My mind began reeling with memories of the planet Earth, the deserted shack, the violet eyes and the cries of the baby at night. I looked away from him, and stared at my hands that were planted to my sides. They were trembling.

"What are you talking about?" My voice was shaky and hoarse.

           Everything inside me was hoping he was bluffing. But, his sneer, chuckle and glimmering eyes had only convinced me he wasn't. I closed my eyes in an attempt to avoid his cold, icy stare. I tried to avoid the inevitable truth that he knew…

“Your son takes so much after you; talent and all,”

Son. Keith.

Sooner than I could anticipate, I sensed my sword arm rise and my other grasp onto something, there was a swift movement of my legs… All of a sudden, my blade was at Lotor’s throat, I had his arm pinned against his back and my body was kneeling over his, with his stomach pressed against the floor. The rowdy crowd had gone silent.

“What did you do to him, you bastard?” I demanded.

It was the first time my voice was clear for months.

“Oh please,” There was a faint laugh, until I pinned his arm farther along his back and urged my blade further into the flesh of his neck, barely causing blood. He grunted in pain.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” I ordered even further, my voice almost hissing poisonously.

“Nothing!” He uttered throatily.

There was a mild sweep of relief, but my constraint didn’t falter.

“Then, where is he?”

He paused.

“I can’t imagine a greater burden than what your son’s bestowed,” He barely muttered.

My eyes widened.

At that moment, I had an inherently strong maternal instinct that made every fiber n my body believe the inevitable truth. The truth: that I’ve denied for so long. He’s the red paladin. Without a moment’s hesitation, I slammed the hilt of the blade against the back of Lotor’s head, rendering him unconscious. The crowd gasped and began hollering in protest. I got to my feet with newfound energy and looked around, sentries were coming from every direction. Enabling my armor’s mask, I ran. I ran as if it was the only thing worth doing in this universe. The Blade of Marmora had left my mind, Lotor’s taunting was gone, and the crowd no longer seemed to matter.

The only thing I saw was my child… my son… my Keith. The sight of my blade coursing right through a sentry’s armor at the chest was transparent. I swung my blade at the attacking sentries, at each slash disregarding Thace’s rule: patience yields focus. After seventeen years of patience, my focus has finally yielded to the priority that’s only mattered: my son. The screams didn’t frighten me, the blood didn’t sicken me and the soldiers didn’t restrict me. With one final kick to someone’s stomach, they were sent flying, knocking down the others behind, providing me some time. Taking advantage of the precious obstacle I’ve created, I began sprinting to the ship bay. With each step, there was a fire that continued to grow. With each huff, there was a flying spark. I became a comet, hurtling toward the ship bay.

Once I came up on the door to the bay, I stopped short. Without a second to catch my breath, I placed my hand on the door’s print scanner. Recognizing the Galra blood, the door opened, only to reveal two more sentries on guard duty. Instinctually, I gashed both of them— neither knew what was coming. I started to run towards the closest fighter ship, but turned right around. Kneeling down, I nabbed one of the now impaled sentries’ guns. Satisfied with my new ammo, I proceeded to dash. I came across a fighter with a slightly slicker and smaller build than what I remembered.

Looking behind me, I saw no one and knew I still had time. I walked up to the ship’s launch podium. Looking at the series number, I realized it was a more recent, if the most recent. Bringing my eyes back onto the ship, I studied the frame. The cockpit was more tunnel shaped and had a barrel-like body. The wings were semicircle shaped. Such wings would enable faster speeds and wormhole jumps. The ship seemed so familiar looking… almost like the Castle of Lions. A dawn of realization came upon me, this was a prototype based on the Castle’s design.

“Oh no…”

There was a thundering noise coming from the hallway and I realized they were close. Immediately, I slammed my palm on the podium’s screen. It unlocked the ship’s firewall and the ship hummed to life. Lugging my stolen gun, I rushed behind the vessel and jumped onto the loading dock.

I jumped into the cockpit and strapped myself into the pilot seat. Instantly, I pulled the slick lever that closed the loading dock. The actions were swift and quick. A loud bang abruptly distracted me from my concentration. Pulling up the monitor’s camera for the rearview, it was noticeable that the soldiers had broken into the ship bay.

“Sorry.” I said insincerely.

I pressed an icon that opened the exit bay. In a moment’s notice the bay doors to space opened, creating a vacuum. Soldiers, droids and sentries came from behind me and were sucked into the empty void. However, even killing these Galra won’t prohibit Lotor from locating me, and by extent, Keith. Plucking a microchip from under my claw, I inserted it into the ship’s mainframe by hard drive. The chip had a residing virus that enabled any user to disarm the previous server and their control over the device. It was a genius invention from a scientist at the Blade of Marmora. For a moment, the plane turned pitch black, all of the installed Galra purple lights off. Until, there was a whirr inside the vessel, and all the light tunred back on, now a brilliant bright blue.

Before liftoff, my armor’s mask dissolved to let me see at maximum extent. My hands found the manual controls and, with a deep breath, I pushed forward. Abruptly, the ship jerked forward at flew into the dark abyss.

Taking a hand off the controls, I opened a hologram window and searched for the Castle of Lions’ frequency, hoping it was the same from over ten thousand years ago. A map of nearby galaxies came up, with a small pulsing dot barely three galaxies away.

I felt my cheeks pull at my lips and my eyes grow wet. A hitching breath that was unfamiliar escaped my mouth. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I was crying or laughing. But the relaxed tension in my chest told me that it was a mixture of both.

           With a shaky hand, I inserted the pulsing dot’s coordinates into the ship’s automatic route system.  There was a slight hum all throughout the ship, I closed my eyes and leant my head against the seat, and my body was pushed into the seat from the gravitational pull of the ship’s wormhole jump. My cheeks again pulled my lips, this time they remained. It was first time I’d smiled in a long time… I sighed and opened my eyes to the view of stars and planets racing passed me.

“I’m coming, Keith… this time I promise.”