#this thing is sloooowly slowly coming together

[revelisms]

Excerpt: Ghost Stories

Mel and Elora set out for answers.

From 'a drop of venom in your gin,' a work-in-progress Western AU centered on Mel and Sevika.

"Copperhead?" mutters Mel from her disgruntled velvet corner, where she sits draped head-to-foot in white—a rare sight of prestige, in these parts.

The carriage her assistant had brokered her seemed hellbent on convincing them to turn back, with every hour crossed west. She'd been nursing a headache since they'd left the Piltover Bridge, five days ago; the horrid contraption clobbered over every rut and rock in sight.

"Indeed," Elora huffs, bracing one palm upon the carriage's panelling. The tassels stapled to the awning lurch into a jovial thwack. "My word. In—in any case, there has been a suggestion that she is....in charge, so to speak—"

"Kino made no mention of a woman." Mel laces her hands firmly in her lap, brushes her thumb over the golden ring at her finger. "I'd have known. If he was working under any, I'd have—"

"Councillor." Silence elks uncomfortably between them. "If I may," Elora continues, quietly, "we know very little of the situation."

For minutes, Mel studies the red earth that stretches bland and endless beyond the carriage's windows. The view comes as much a strange comfort as a pit of dread within her. 

"I am familiar with these territories, Elora. The sheriff and I are well-acquainted." Gold glints beneath her twisting nail, and stills. "And I have heard no word of this. Nothing. This—it is highly unusual."

"Could your brother have been—" The carriage batters over a sequence of broken stones. "Well. It's just—there has been word, you know, in the Council—"

"If this is about the dust, I want to hear nothing of it."

"It's become quite the lucrative trade."

"It's vile." A set of black-varnished nails click stiffly upon the door's handle. "He would have had no part in it."

Elora lifts her chin, stares silently at the dry brush that thistles past the panes. Mel knows her discomfort comes partly from her dress: the lace has laid an incessant itch, for hours. Her throat swivels against it, now. "The traders call it shimmer. It may be worth looking into, is all."

An impulse to smile cuts across Mel's mouth. She stamps it down. "And this...Copperhead. She's running it, then?"

"Not a runner, no. But there is a connection."

"To the trade, at large?" Another jitter of Mel's fingers. "A hunter, then," she gravels. "And, pray tell—who employs her?"

Now, her assistant's discomfort comes bone-deep: nothing to do with her clothes. "From what I've heard," she murmurs, "a man who is supposed to be dead."

Mel does smile, then: a lax crook at one side. "Ghost stories." She reclines back into her seat, hands laced. "Take my advice, Elora—don't get too excited." Her eyes trail over the silhouette of a town blazing on the horizon. "There's a dime a dozen of those, here." 

[phoneboxfairy]

Love in Quarantine ch 2

(Oh boy there’s a lot of sexytimes in this one.) Ao3 link to chapter 1 -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/23417971/chapters/56125711

That first night in isolation, Lucy had a dream. She was in bed with a certain man, and that man was proving to be more adept than she could have ever imagined. Warm hands relieved her of her clothes then worked over her breasts, tweaking aching nipples and kneading the supple skin. She tangled her hands through scruffy pink hair. Moaned. “Natsu...more...please…”

“More? You got it…”

Dark chuckle as he moved downward. His mouth found a nipple while his hands claimed her ass. One rather adventurous hand slipped between her thighs and explored the center of her growing arousal. She whimpered feeling a warm finger plunge into her core.

Gods, she needed him. Needed him to pin her down and ease that sweet ache in her pussy.

"Natsuuu..."

Then she woke up. Opened her eyes. Saw him dozing with his arms still curled around her, felt one hand stroking her thigh even as he slept. Definitely felt his hungry cock nestled against her leg.

Maybe being single for such a long time made her brave. Maybe she was just horny.

She slipped off her pajamas, then moved on top of him and started kissing him.

"Oh Natsuuu~..."

"Hmnh. Mornin, Lushy. What’s up?"

"I have a surprise for you..."

He opened his eyes slowly, glanced at her bare body. Then his eyes widened.

"Wow. That’s a nice surprise."

"Thanks." Deep kiss. "I think I know a fun way to get through this week…” “Okay...what’s that?” “Let's get to know each other, Natsu."

Instant comprehension.

"Yes. Please."

"I’m glad you agree. Now..." She rubbed against him, felt him stiffen, heard the low growl he let out. "Lay me down."

Nod. He set her down gently on the bed. She spread her legs, exposed herself with a gentle finger, tracing over her soft pink folds.

Natsu was drooling.

"You make me so horny. I..I hope you realize no one else has this effect on me...Do you like what you see, Natsu?"

"Hell yeah, Lucy. I love it ‘bout as much as I love you." His voice was little more than a dark, sexy growl.

"Then get over here."

He didn't waste any time. In a flash he was practically on top of her. He positioned himself so that her long legs were over his shoulders and his face was mere inches away from where she wanted...no...needed him the most.

She almost protested. Almost demanded that he got to the point and fucked her until she couldn't walk. But...Something stopped her. Something very specific.

You see, Lucy had never been orally pleasured before, and frankly she wanted to experience it firsthand. Why not now, especially when her partner was so willing?

“Lucy? Do you want this? We can do somethin’ else if you don’t…”

“I would’ve stopped you if I didn’t want it. Go on, please.” To emphasize, she leaned back on the bed, gazed down at the boy, no, the man who meant so very much to her.

Smiled.

He started out slow. He kissed her inner thigh, let his hands stroke and squeeze her butt. One hand shifted and ventured forward. Lucy felt Natsu’s warm fingers brush over the skin below her navel, right where the waistband of her panties usually rested. The touch made her tremble. “Nah...Natsu?” “Yeah?” “Kiss me there. Wh..where your hand is.” “Alright.” He chuckled, then did what she asked. At the same time he moved his hand again, opting to stroke her outer lips. “How’s this?”

“Amazing…” Amazing was right. She sounded and felt like she was in heaven, and he had only barely started touching her. “A...a little lower, please?”

No verbal response. He shifted downward, slowly tracing his tongue over and around her hood.

She mewled, seeing stars with each touch.

So THAT’S what all the fuss is about…

"Holy shit...mmmm..."

"Mmmm is right. You taste incredible. And you’re so wet. I should start callin’ ya Juicy.”

Even in such an intimate situation his words made her giggle. She reached over and ruffled a hand through his hair.

“Thanks, dork. Now keep going. That feels….mnnnh.” Squirm, mewl. He kept going, kept savoring her in ways she never imagined.

That was when she felt a surge of warmth from his tongue. And that was when she realized that hooking up with a fire dragon slayer definitely had its perks.

She shuddered, arched her back. He got the hint and kept teasing slick folds with warm tongue. At the same time he stroked over her skin, which only added to the incredible sensations she was feeling.

Honestly, Lucy would have been quite content with laying there and enjoying Natsu’s very talented mouth for hours. But, again, she hadn’t been with a man in far too long, and had never known pleasure quite like this.

She knew she was close, knew she couldn’t last much longer this round. Shudder. He noticed. Paused long enough to take her hand, then went back to teasing. She could hear him growling with each motion, felt the vibrations against her skin.

And that was all it took for passion to claim her. She tangled her fingers through his hair, gripped their clasped hands, trembled as she whispered his name.

“Nah..n..Natsu…”

Heaven…

As her body calmed down and her trembling subsided, Lucy heard Natsu chuckling again.

“Always wanted to try that.” “You mean you’d never tasted a girl before…?” She glanced down and saw him shake his head, this rather proud grin on his face. “Huh...well, that’s surprising. You’re pretty good, amateur or not.” “Thanks. We should do it again sometime.” “Definitely. Mnnn…” He stroked over her folds, sending a surge of warmth through the sensitive skin. “Now what’re you doing?”

“Helpin’ ya feel good and cleanin’ ya up a little bit.” To emphasize that last bit he flicked his tongue over her. “You taste delicious by the way.”

Lucy had no complaints.

She was sated, she should have been exhausted.

But she wanted more.

“Hey Natsu?” “Yeah?” “Get up here. Now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

In no time they were face to face. Lucy pulled Natsu into a kiss, tasted her own essence on his lips. That only fueled her fire. She pulled him closer. Nibbled his lip.

“I need you.” “You can have me.” He nuzzled his nose against hers. “Spread your legs.”

“Okay…” She did as she was told, feeling a little exposed and more than a little turned on by the whole situation. “W...wait, Natsu. Your pants?”

“Oh shit. Hold on.” He unzipped and shucked them off then kissed her. “Better, Luce?” “Mmm, much. Not quite perfect though…”

Natsu might have been a bit dense but he knew what she meant, knew just what would make this situation perfect. He rubbed against her, letting her feel his throbbing length against her still tender core.

“Natsuuuu…” She mewled.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop teasin’ ya.” True to his word he stopped. He gripped his cock, brushed against her opening, pushed into her sloooowly. Sharp inhale. “...holy shit, Lucy…”

It felt so good, so incredible, Lucy couldn’t even verbalize aside from letting out little moans and sighs. He shifted his head and started kissing and nibbling her neck. Feeling his teeth scrape against her skin only made the whole thing hotter. She ran both hands through his hair.

“Talk to me.”

“Talk…?” “Yeah...let me know if you like it or not.” His voice was little more than a growl.

“Natsu I am not gonna talk the whole time. If you want to know, watch. Feel. Listen.” She lowered her voice. “...Move.”

“Oh..oops. Knew I was forgettin’ somethin’…” His first movements were slow bordering on cautious.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, Natsu…” She stroked his hair. He took the hint then went faster. “Mnnn, so good…” “Want more…?” “Ye...yesss...ohhhh.” Faster still. She arched her back, closed her eyes. He’s incredible…

That was an understatement. He was aggressive yet gentle, acknowledging her needs while sating his own impressive appetite. Even as he fucked her he caressed her breasts, kissed her neck, jaw, and mouth.

“You’re so warm and wet, Lucy… I never wanna stop.” “Then don’t.” She pulled him into a kiss. At the same time she reached down and began pleasuring herself, each stroke creating more of that wet warmth they both craved.

He growled, let out a dark chuckle against her mouth.

“Keep rubbin’. I want you to come first.”  

Lucy had no arguments or complaints about that. She rubbed sweet circles around and over her clit while he ravished her starving pussy with his cock.

They moved together, sharing the delicious friction as passion began to overtake them. Lucy cried out, whimpered his name, then collapsed, trembling, into the pillow. Seconds later Natsu shuddered. She felt his dick twitch as he filled her with his seed.

"Lu...Lucy..." Just above a whisper. Then he crashed, burying his head in her shoulder.

For a while they lay together in silence aside from breaths that went from ragged to relaxed. Lucy stroked over Natsu's back, a combination of comfort and affection.

Siiiigh.

He peeked up at her.

"You okay? I didn't overdo it, did I?"

"You didn't. I'm fine. Wonderful, in fact. You're pretty incredible, you know?"

His expression softened, complete with a little blush. He shifted and pulled her into a warm embrace, then kissed her forehead.

"You're pretty damn incredible too, Lucy."

"Thanks..." She snuggled closer. "So. What do you want to do today?"

"Right now I wanna be lazy and hold ya. I bet we can find something fun to do later on, though."

"Mmm, true. Love you, Natsu."

"Love ya too, weirdo." Gentle kiss. They cuddled together, and eventually dozed off in one another's arms.

Neither minded. They had a whole week of time. Mid morning naps were definitely welcome.

Natsu and Lucy woke up around noon, a messy tangle of sheets and limbs. He had a snack while she went to the bathroom to freshen up.

She also had an ulterior motive.

"Open, gate of the maiden! Virgo!"

"Yes, princess? Are you punishing me?"

"Not now, not ever. I want you to find me some celestial clothes, something cute and sexy to work out in."

"I have the perfect outfit." She poofed to the spirit realm and back in less than a minute, then handed Lucy a small pile of clothes.

"Thanks, Virgo. I owe you one."

"Any time, princess." Virgo bowed then disappeared, leaving Lucy to get dressed. Tiny shorts barely covered her panties but accented her ass and legs. The cropped tank top offered comfort, support...and a nice view of side boob. The outfit was paired with fingerless workout gloves, low rise socks, and a pair of running shoes. Her hair was tied back in a long, messy ponytail.

Lucy glanced at her reflection, wiggled her hips, and smiled as she left the bathroom.

Natsu took one look at her and damn near dropped his drink.

Perfect.

"Wow. You look great."

"Thanks." Coy giggle. "I thought you might want to spar with me again."

She took advantage of his gaze and did a slow, deliberately sensual stretch.

"I definitely wanna do more than just spar with ya." The way he growled sent a delicious tingle down Lucy's spine straight to her clit.

"You're going to have to earn that, hothead." She sauntered to the sink, poured a glass of water, took a drink, then deliberately poured it over her cleavage. "Oops."

"Oops is right. You're really playin' with fire now, Lucy."

"Good thing I love getting burned, huh?" Naughty giggle. She stepped in to a fighting stance then gave a "come here" finger wiggle.

They got right to sparring. Natsu rushed. Lucy sidestepped. They exchanged kicks and parries that got more creative as the battle continued. At one point Lucy distracted Natsu with a well timed flash of boob, then pinned him to the wall just like she had the night before.

She hadn't counted on his ability to distract her...until a certain warm hand stroked up the bare skin of her inner thigh.

She moaned. He grinned then took advantage of her distraction and pinned her against that wall.

“I barely touched you and you’re already fired up.” That brave hand wandered, cupped her ass, grazed against her bare midriff. “You’re putty in my hands, Lucy. I love that.”

“What’cha waiting for, Natsu?” She gazed up at him, eyes dark, lips pouty. “You want me, you can have me.”

“I love that too. Now hold still.” He reached down and tugged on her shorts and panties and let them fall to the ground. “Step out of them.” “Okay…” So he has a dominant side...I like that...She did what he asked, then reached to take her shoes off too.

He stopped her.

“Keep those on.”

Weird request, but okay…  She shrugged, made sure he was watching her, and took her top off. Right away Natsu followed suit by dropping his pants. Then he scooped Lucy into his arms, one strong hand holding and squeezing her ass.  She wrapped her legs around him, nuzzled his cheek, whispered his name.

He responded with a kiss as their bodies united. At first they started out slow, the same cautious lovemaking they had enjoyed that morning.

But Lucy wanted something new, different. She had a hunch Natsu wouldn’t object. After all, he was the one who had decided to try having sex against the wall…                                                                                            

So she whispered something into his ear and draped her arms around his neck, stroked her hands over his bare shoulders and back.

“Take me, Natsu. Go wild. I’m all yours.”

“Wild, huh…” His voice was dark, low, sexy as hell. “I’ll give ya wild…” His grip on her strengthened. His mouth wandered, lavishing kisses and attention on her mouth, jaw, neck, and boobs. At the same time he moved faster, thrusting inside her at nearly full strength.

Lucy was loving every sweet moment of it. Getting laid wasn’t a new experience. Actually enjoying it, being savored and satisfied all at once, however, was.

Their romp up against the wall didn’t last long but that didn’t make it any less incredible. Natsu sank to his knees, cradling a trembling Lucy in his arms the whole time.

The right guy makes all the difference… although I never would have guessed Natsu would be the right guy… She wasn’t about to complain. Sure, he was a hothead and could be a bit of a dunce, but she wasn’t exactly perfect either. Perfect didn’t matter.

What mattered was the fact that she was completely in love with her best friend.

She glanced up at him and whispered something, three little words that were barely audible.

“You say somethin’, Luce?”

“Yeah. I, uh, said I love you.” Their eyes locked. Lucy slipped her hand over Natsu’s neck, felt his pulse under her fingers. He smiled.

“Is that so…” He leaned a bit closer and that smile morphed into a sneaky grin. “That’s good, cuz I’m pretty sure I love ya too.” “Just ‘pretty sure’, huh?” She was teasing, knowing full well he would tease right back.

“Yeah.” She waited for him to go on, to elaborate, to say anything else at all, but he just kept grinning. Right when Lucy was starting to feel more than a little impatient, Natsu kissed her.

All of her frustration and impatience flittered away in a heartbeat, replaced with the warm, sweet feeling of love. She sighed against his mouth. He chuckled.

“Now I’m positive I love ya.”

“Natsu you are such a dork…” “So? You’re a weirdo and I still think you’re hot!”

"Mm, thanks." Lucy giggled and leaned into another sweet kiss. The pair snuggled and smooched for a while, at least until the sound of Lucy's tummy rumbling got Natsu's attention.

"You haven't eaten anything today."

"No, but I wasn't hungry until now." Shrug. She didn't skip meals, not normally. Today had been a rare exception. "I was a bit busy quenching certain other appetites."

"Alright, that's fair." He grinned then got up, pulled her to her feet, and put his pants back on. "Get dressed, weirdo. I'll make some grub."

"Okay, dork." Nose nuzzle. Finally, reluctantly, she slipped out of his arms and went to the bathroom to put some comfy clothes on.

She had just finished getting dressed when her communication lacrima chirped. She glanced at the notification, saw that it was a message from Levy, and went to open it, glad for some contact with life outside of the little dorm.

'You two having fun? ;)'

The words made her blush, heart racing. Still, she tried to play it cool. Tried.

'Yeah. We've been relaxing, playing games, and getting to know each other.'

'Oh I bet you have.'

Play cool, calm down...

'?'

'You know, Mira's room is next to yours..."

Instant comprehension. Mira had exceptional hearing. Not quite dragon slayer levels, but pretty good regardless.

'Is it true, Lu-Lu? You and Natsu?'

Leave it to Levy to ask such a question and manage to be tactful about it. They were best friends, and Lucy figured she deserved to know the truth.

'Yeah, it's true. Don't tell anyone else yet, okay?

'K, fair. I want details! What's he like...?'

'Incredible.'

Truth. Lucy couldn't help smiling at all that had happened since last night. The two friends chatted for a while longer, finally bidding temporary farewells when Levy had to get dinner.

Lucy was blushing a pretty deep red when Natsu sat next to her and handed her a plate.

"What's up?"

"Oh, uh... Apparently Mirajane could hear us earlier. She told Levy and...I guess word travels fast..." She nibbled her spinach wrapped chicken, trying to act chill.

Natsu shrugged.

"That's cool."

"What do you mean, that's cool? I...I'm not sure how comfortable I am with people knowing about my sex life..."

Tears brimmed her eyes. She was about to burst into tears when she felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder.

"This ain't a fling for me, Lucy. I meant it when I said I love ya." Gentle squeeze. "You can't honestly tell me that you wanna go back to just being friends."

"...No." A single tear slipped down her cheek. He leaned in and kissed it away.

That did it. Lucy set her plate down and pounced, threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.

He stroked her hair.

"You okay?"

"Y...yeah." Sniffle. "I...Natsu, I love you as so much more than a friend."

"Duh. I kinda figured that out already, Luce. And guess what."

"Hmmm?"

"The feeling's definitely mutual."

A tender kiss proved just how mutual it was. He kissed her nose then handed her back her plate. "Still hungry?"

"Yes. Thanks." She made herself comfortable, snuggled up next to him, and ate.

He's a pretty decent cook... No surprise. He had lived alone for years, so he had to have some sort of culinary skill for the sake of survival.

Speaking of skill... out of the corner of her eye she noticed him tinkering with something, got a whiff of smoke.

"Whatcha doing?"

She expected him to show her, but instead he hid it. Flashed a sneaky smirk.

"It's a surprise. You'll see soon enough."

"Okay, fair." She put her now empty plate on the coffee table, then cuddled back up next to him. "You can go back to fiddling if you want. I promise I won't peek."

"Nah. I'll work on it later. I've got a different kind of fiddling to do."

As he spoke he shifted, pulled her into his arms.

"Oh, really? What did you have in mi-iiiiii..." One warm hand had slipped under the skirt of her sundress. Talented fingers explored the curves of her ass then shifted, daring to venture between her thighs.

"No panties, huh. Naughty naughty, Lucy."

Any reasonable response evaporated when his fingers found her pussy, stroked over sensitive skin that was certainly warm and wet thanks to her loverboy's boldness.

"I bet you can be just as naughty, Natsu..."

"Damn right." Growl.

Lucy took her dress off then unzipped his pants. She stroked his cock, impressed by how hard he was and quite proud that she had that effect on him.

Then she took his hand, lifted it to her mouth, and flicked her tongue to taste her own wetness. His cock twitched. He couldn't, or wouldn't, take his eyes off her.

She let go of his hand, let him lick her juices off his fingers. Then she shifted, moved to his lap.

Guess I'm taking the lead this time. Not that she minded. The idea of riding him, of dominating the mighty fire dragon slayer, was delicious. Irresistible.

She rubbed against him, felt the heat of his cock against her hungry little slit.

She exhaled. He growled her name, obviously ready for more.

For that matter so was she...

Much later, after passion had run its course, the pair shared a bath then fell asleep snuggling. The same bed that had caused so much stress the night before was now a welcome comfort.

This was going to be an interesting week...but at least they were spending it together...

[thorsterstrudle]

Way Back When (2/?)

Bucky x Reader Warning: SMUT, unprotected sex. A little angst. Sad Bucky. Summary: The reader, a secret immortal daughter of Sif, knows Bucky, but can’t figure out how.

“Do you really have to go?” You smiled at Bucky, handsome as ever in his uniform. “I think we both know the answer to that, Doll.” Those were the last words you’d heard Bucky speak. He wrote to you, of course. But even the letters eventually stopped coming. And then, then you heard about the train, about the fall.

You never had been the same after that.

But now, now you sat, looking into the eyes of the man you had drowned your sorrows for, lain your head on your father’s shoulder, sobbing over.

“How are you alive?” Bucky repeated as you tried to stuff all those emotions back down into your soul, but the damn things wouldn’t budge.

“Remember how I told you about my mom? How I never knew her?” Bucky nodded. “Well, I met her. Turns out she’s kind of a bitch and a god. Friend of that Avenger guy, Thorin or something? I don’t know. All I know is that I ain’t going anywhere soon.”

There was a moment where you could see a glimmer in Bucky’s eyes, one that you hadn’t seen in 70 years. You stood.

There were no words as you closed the distance between the two of you. Silence, save for the lapping of the tranquil pools. You foncused in on every feature, paying more attention to the man missing an arm than you had any time before this.

His long hair, still tied back, was messy and strands fell, just enough of them to add a certain carelessness to his features. A short beard, just longer than stubble, graced his jawline. His muscles twitched slightly as you walked forward, watching the droplets of water race from his neck to his chest to the water just below.

“And you?” You said, quiet and unsure if he would answer. Something had happened to this Bucky, your Bucky, and it hadn’t been good. You sat down beside him.

“I fell from the train,” he said.

“I heard.”

“And then HYDRA found me.”

You’d heard of HYDRA through the grapevine. They were another organization you had tried to avoid through the years. Rumors of experimenting on human beings to make them like Captain America, but you hadn’t been paying attention to much of that in the last decade.

Bucky saw the confused look on your face, the way you scrunched your brow as you thought. He took an unsteady breath.

“They made me a weapon, a super-soldier. They broke me and used me. But then Steve found me and now I’m here.”

You had so many questions, but asking them would no doubt hurt him, so you decided to stay quiet. Apparently, Bucky had decided to stay quiet, as well, so you both sat in silence for a few moments.

“Do you remember me?” You asked. Bucky turned to you, brow furrowed. 

“It took you reminding me, but yes, bits and pieces.”

You straightened slightly. Did he remember being with you? Did he remember the way you gave yourself to him, wholly and completely? The way you worshipped him and he worshipped you on those cold Brooklyn nights?

“I’m sorry,” you reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder, near where the bandage cap covered the stump of his arm, “I’m sorry that you went through what you went through. I’m sorry I didn’t pay enough attention to the news. I’m sorry I didn’t get in touch with Steve when they took him from the ice. If I had, maybe I would have known you were still out there. Maybe I could have helped.”

Bucky looked down, more strands falling from his bun. When he looked back up at you, there was a certain spark in his eyes.

“I’m not a victim anymore. I won’t be a victim anymore. That’s why I’m here.” He placed his right hand over yours.

More silence. This time, though, you couldn’t handle it. You couldn’t stand the way you could feel his warmth so close to you, the way his eyes flickered to your lips, the way your own heart beat wildly in your chest.

“Bucky,” that was all it took for him to close the distance, lips meeting lips in a deep kiss. The kind of kiss that makes up for lost time. The kind of kiss that always leads to more. 

You moved to straddle him, moving one of the stray strands away from his face as he moved his hand to your waist. You could feel his hardening length beneath you in the water, separated from you by just two layers of cloth. Two too many.

You began to grind your hips down on his, causing a moan to escape his lips. It was deep, guttural, and long overdue.

“Fuck, I missed you, Buck,” you hissed into his mouth as you rolled your hips over his.

“Prove it, Doll.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You moved your bottoms to the side while Bucky slid his suit down. You moved your hand to stroke him, finding him already deliciously hard. You moaned.

Your eyes met as you aligned him with your entrance. 70 years. Nearly a century apart and you planned to make up for that lost time. 

“Fuck me. Bucky, please, fuck,” you bit into his bicep as he pounded into you, relentless. The first few times, he had been gentle, loving, caring. But you wanted more. You wanted to set free that beast inside him that every man has. And you did.

“Ride me, Doll,” Bucky nipped at the skin along your neck as you sank down onto him. You took a moment, reliving every time the two of you had been together, relishing the reunion. You let your eyes close.

“No,” Bucky’s voice, more commanding than it had been before, made you open your eyes, “I have gone 70 fuckin’ years without seeing those eyes, and I want to look at them while I make you feel good. You got that?”

You nodded, smiling at his sudden return to his old self.

With his one hand, Bucky held you firmly in place as he slowly, sloooowly withdrew from you, only to snap his hips and be hilt-deep in you once more. Over and over again, he’d do it. And over and over again, you’d cry out, loving the way he fit inside you, the feel of being connected to him.

Before too long, Bucky began to pick up speed, his head moving to your bikini top. Using his teeth, he moved the fabric to the side, exposing your left breast and hard nipple.

“Oh, fuck, Bucky, yes,” his name spilled from your lips as his hips plowed up into you at a breakneck pace, all while his tongue and teeth lavished your nipple. Fuck, it just felt so damn good. So good that a shiver ran down your spine as you felt your core tighten. Tighter and tighter as Bucky sucked and kissed and licked while he fucked you so good.

And then it exploded. You fell forward onto Bucky, your hair sticking to your sweaty skin as you rode out the high of your orgasm. Bucky kept thrusting, slowing and getting sloppier until you felt him twitch inside you. He groaned, moving his hand up to your hair, stroking it as he twitched inside you.

“That was so long overdue,” you managed.

“With you here, they’ll never get me to leave.”

How wrong he was.

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Hello, hello! I would like to request for Dabi and Overhaul! Headcanons on how they react to having their s/o die in their arms? I'm in an angsty mood lately! Thank you in advance!

Sure thing, dear! I’m a horrible angst writer, but I hope I did well!!

Dabi

Dabi is usually a person who never actually shows his REAL emotions, so the fact that he actually has a lover is kind of a huge deal

Maybe he still has a (huge) hard time dealing with his feelings and he’s trying to learn how to cope with them and show them to his S/O, but with their help, he’s sloooowly becoming a better person for himself and for his S/O

With their help, he learnt how to love again, despite his horrendous past which he kept hidden behind his aloof and stoic, mocking mask of a bad guy

So clearly, he made sure to be very careful so that nothing in the world would ever harm them, or he’d go insane with grief

He’s actually a very loving person with a big heart which he preferred to deny he has because of all the bad things from the past, but with his angel next to him, he forgot any bad thing and only focused on them and the beautiful present and future spent along with them

The problem was that he never, in a million years, expected to find himself in the situation that required saving them from an atrocious beast like the Nomu-…A beast sent by the League of Villains with whom he was working

He was ENRAGED to say the least

His S/O was a very kind person and loved to go outside to walk in the nature, so when the Nomu attacked, they went to save the children, despite their Quirk not being very the most fight-proficient, but at least the poor innocent souls were safe

Their own safety, however…Was down the drain

The Nomu attacked them mercilessly, breaking their bones and slamming them around as they tried their best to keep the monster busy enough for the rest of the civilians to scatter to safety and for the Heroes to finally arrive…But it was all for naught

Nobody came to save them

Not until the Nomu finally got bored of the limp human and left them there, to stare mindlessly into the bright blue sky, barely able to keep their eyes open, until they heard their name being called in desperation

It was him-

                           Dabi

Not a second later, they got their head put on his lap, both his hands on their cheek, looking at them with an unknown expression of fright that they’ve never seen before, especially not at him

“What the hell happened here?! Who dared touch you?! Where were those stupid useless Heroes?! Gods, Y/N, please, stay awake! Stay alive! For me! For everything in this world that you hold dear, please, I beg of you, DON’T close your eyes!! Y/N!!!”“I-It’s…Okay, l-love…I s-saved them…From th-the Nomu…”“Nomu…? The League attacked you…? Here? In broad daylight?!”“They were after…Children…Innocent…I c-couldn’t…”“You silly…Gods, what do I do?! HEY! I NEED HELP HERE! SOMEONE’S INJURED! HEYYYY!!!!!”

He was beginning to shake in pure fear and worry, not knowing what to do, completely aware that if he were to start moving his S/O around, they’d lose blood much faster and they’d die in the process, so the whole situation became a never-ending nightmare from which he had no escape

He, like everyone else, had no power against life or death

He felt, for the first time, ultimately powerless

And he H A T E D it

“Please d-don’t cry…My love…”“How could I not when you’re about to…To…”“I will always be w-with you n-no matter what, okay? I-I promise t-to watch and g-guide you from a-above, Dabi.”“DON’T SAY THAT-!!!”“I love you, Dabi…”“NO!!!”“Say it back, please…”“B-But…!”“Please, Dabi. I want t-to see y-you smile…And say it…O-One more time…Please…”“I…I love you…S/O…I truly love you…Forever.”“Thank you, love. Please r-remember me, b-but move on a-and seek happiness.”“I…I will try.”

With one last smile, they slowly closed their eyes, letting a complete darkness take over them, not being able to hear the screams of anguish from Dabi, nor see the blazing blue ocean of fire that the former-villain unconsciously formed as he tried to comprehend the fact that the only person he ever cared for died and it was partially his fault that happened

When the heroes arrived and saw the miserable scene in front of them, they were shocked and had no idea how to react, apart from trying to put out the fire, which wasn’t any use, since it always went back, twice as powerful

So the only thing they could do was let the man calm down by himself and make sure nobody gets hurt in the process

Not even in his worst, most painful nightmares could Dabi ever imagine that his heart would get crushed in such a horribly cruel way, and even more, he never even wished to think that his S/O could even be capable of dying

They were his light in such a dark place this Earth is, and now, even his little angel has been taken back to a better place, leaving him all alone, again, on the lonely, never-ending planet

He was alone, and he knew it

He was alone, and he hated it

But one thing was certain…

EVERYONE will pay for the crimes they did against him and his precious Y/N

And boy…Thing will get VERY ugly…

Chisaki Kai

On a serious note, this guy is pretty busy most of the time so he doesn’t actually bother much to make sure his S/O is safe or whatever, since he knows they are capable of taking care of themselves and even more, they need their own privacy, like every person does

He was able to get over his hatred of Quirks and the disgust for anything unclean (just in their case, of course) and they become the only person not expandable in his life (which says a lot since he’d kill anyone to get to the top and achieve his dreams)

Hell, he even got affiliated to the wretched League of Villains to benefit from their fame and resources, but he never imagined that something horrible would happen from betraying them

Something like his S/O getting kidnapped, that is

It took him about a week to realise that something was awfully wrong, since his dear S/O, no matter how much of an introvert and personal person they were, they would ALWAYS text him at least once a day, in a way to tell him that they are okay and he doesn’t need to worry

But to go a full week with no sign from them put him so much on edge that he kept pacing around, not being able to focus on his work and becoming a infinite times more violent than before

He got Chrono to somehow track their phone, which to his surprise, lead exactly to the LoV’s basement, which is exactly where he stormed at

What he saw when he got there was his S/O on Shigaraki’s lap, shaking lightly as he held their sides with only 4 fingers, making sure the 5th doesn’t activate his Quirk unless he wants to

“What the hell is going on here, Shigaraki, and why is my S/O here, in such a compromising state?”“You would like to know, wouldn’t y-”“RUN, CHISAKI, IT’S A TRAP!!!”“You little bitch, didn’t I tell you what would happen if you opened your mouth again?”“What the-”

Chisaki’s eyes narrowed in confusion at his S/O’s trembling scream and their tear-stained face, until he saw Shigaraki decay their shirt off, revealing multiple deep decay wounds on their body and arms which set Chisaki off like a ticking time bomb

“I told you, didn’t I? Speak again, and you get it. After all, the plan was to lure him here, correct? Why else would I keep your phone in this room, hm~?”“Leave him alone…!”“What is the meaning of this madness, Shigaraki? They’ve done nothing wrong to you. Let them go.”“Now, now, Chisaki, don’t get so impatient. After all, it’s your own fault for getting them in this position, you know? If you han’t have betrayed me, this terrible thing I’m doing wouldn’t have had to happen.”“Let them leave, Shigaraki, or I’ll kill you.”“I don’t think you’d actually risk their oh so precious life just to get your revenge, would you? Now step back and wait to see if I have any kind of mercy left in me. If not…Come forth and let’s see for ourselves how easy it is for the human flesh to decay.”

Glaring, he begrudgingly stepped back, his fists balled and trying his best to remain composed and not lash out at the blue-haired man-

But what he did next made him gasp in surprise and horror for the first time in his life.

With a psychotic laugh, Tomura used one hand to grip Chisaki’s S/O’s neck, while with the other, he kept a strong hold on their wrists, holding and decaying them together

They could only bleed and cry in agony, small, barely audible gasps of pain coming from them, which made the young Yakuza go insane, feeling powerless, unable to save the only precious person in his life, so he lashed out and tried to kill Tomura, but Kurogiri was there just in time, pushing Y/N in his arms and creating a barrier so he could safely teleport his master away from the obvious malicious danger

After he calmed down, he kneeled in front of his S/O and taking his gloves off, held one of their hands, while with the other he wiped away the stream of tears going down their cheeks

It was obvious for the both of them that no matter how much he tried, his Quirk wouldn’t allow him to save them, fact that frustrated him to no end

His lover lay there, in pain, having been captured by the enemy because of his reckless actions and he couldn’t even save them…

What kind of boyfriend was he??

A failure, that’s what he was

He failed again, just like with everything he’s ever done before

No matter how hard he tries to succeed, no matter how much he dreams and works towards his goals and ideals, everything around him crumbles and falls apart right in front of him

And the worst was that the only one he ever held so close to his heart, the only thing that was dear to his heart and unexpendable to him was dying in his arms and he could do nothing to reverse the process or save them

He held all the power of this world, but in front of death, even he was powerless

“It’s okay, Ch-Chisaki…Live on f-for me and p-please be happy…”“No, I cannot do that. Not without you.”“Please…Don’t get stubborn now…”“I can’t find happiness without you next to me.”“You can…I showed y-you the way toward the l-light…But now it’s y-you time to walk th-that path…I have faith in you, darling…”“Why would you want me to be happy?! You’re dying because of me! It’s all MY fault, don’t you get it?!”“It’s n-not your fault, silly…I treasured every s-second spent with you…Because I love you, Chisaki. So please, do th-the same and let me go…”“I won’t ever let you go. You will forever be in my heart.”“Th-That’s great to hear, my love.”“I…I love you, Y/N. Farewell.”

They took his hand and snuggled their face into his palm, letting the veil of death fall over them, wearing a peaceful expression, unlike Chisaki who couldn’t stop the stray tear from falling on their face as he slowly brought them close to his chest and hugged them tightly, not wanting to believe that they were dead

Not wanting to admit that they could have been alive if it weren’t for his reckless mistake

Not wanting to admit that the only light he’s ever seen has extinguished

He was alone

And now that he was alone, he finally succumbed to the darkness that was once caged in light, and he could unleash the monster of revenge upon this whole faulty and ignorant world

An angel died for no reason and he was going to bring the divine retribution to everyone who wronged them

Hell finally broke loose.

[widgenstain]

Currently cleaning out my fic folder. This barbarian/monk crackpornfluff has been lying around for a while now. Cannot remember why I wrote it, probably because I wanted to write some top!Erik again for a change. Have fun and ignore the bad English!

“They have so much gold, they paint their books with it, pages over pages!”, Toad nodded gravely, Don't laugh, I have seen them with my own eyes!”

'”How do you paint books with gold? Gold is solid. Besides, it's heavy and monks are weaklings, how are they supposed to carry those books around?”

„It's only very thin gold! Erik, you have seen them too!“

Toad turned to him and poked him in the side. Ignoring Erik's warning grunt, he kept going:

“They value them for what they scribble in them though. They’re obsessed with it. You should have seen the one crying at the last place we went to, when I ripped that stupid leather thing apart. They are so weird.” 

“Monks are weird”, agreed Victor, “but they do make the best beer. I can't wait to get my hands on some stout and barley bread. And maybe on some of the monks too.”

“What!?”

“Don't pretend to be so surprised, you slimy creep. You’re into much worse. Erik here gets me, right?” Victor grinned his feral, dark-stained grin.

“They're weak, pale and softer than women under their robes. I mean, they’re usually so scared - or into it, they don’t struggle or wiggle much, so if that’s more your thing, you’re at a loss, but I’ve had some great hours with their asses and mouths.

Erik psshhed and Victor shrugged.

“Don't pretend you're better than me. You do it, I do it, why shouldn't we all have a little fun with them before we kill them? Speaking of ...”

Between the leaves of the forest's crown the impressive defensive walls of the monastery had appeared. In Erik's old company this would have been the time to make camp and go over the plan of attack. In this new group of fearsome Norsemen, it was time you charged at the castle swinging your axe without a moment of hesitation. The men yelled their battle cries as they leapt through the mud, weapons raised and clubs crashing heavily against the wooden planks of the main gate. They hammered and splintered away, the noise deafening in the air and slowly the oaken gate gave way to the assault.

 Except...

 The gate was open. The fearsome warriors weren't faced with a real door, they cursed and fought mirages made of dust and air.

“Hey Erik!”, a red-headed boy greeted him as Erik walked through the gate.

“Did you bring the spices I asked for?”

“All down by the boat, I'll get them in a minute.”

“Ha, yeah, a minute...” he froze at  Erik’s face, “I’m joking! Don’t worry about them, Hank and I will get them! You enjoy yourself!” As much as he wanted to scold Sean and make the boy tremble with fear, there were more important matters at hand.

Erik pretty much flew up the stairs to the dormitorium. It was empty at this time of day, except for the very naked abbot of the monastery who was casually lightening candles in the back. He didn't even look up from his conduct, as if he hadn't noticed Erik barging into the room. Erik could feel his mouth water at the sight of the thick, creamy thighs and the perfectly round globes of his ass. Pale? Yes. Soft? In some areas. Weak? Well, those who had wrongly assumed so had paid a painful price.

He felt Charles’ puckish grin spread in his mind and the sensation of what it feels like when he burrows his beard in Charles’ shaven neck. Erik couldn't keep in the groan and he pretty much pounced Charles who pretended to only see him now.

“Oh no, intruders, barbarians, we are doomed!”

“Oh shut up!” Erik pulled him into a tight embrace and crashed their mouths together in a hungry, bordering on desperate kiss. Usually he had better control, but with a display like this and almost three months away from Charles, Erik ached for the feel of Charles’ lips on his. And Charles grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him back fiercely, noses and teeth clashing. But after a few, blissful moments, Charles broke it up and wailed:

“Oh what will I do, a strong wild man has come to ravish me”, all while he leaned his compact, NAKED body against Erik's still unfairly dressed one.

“What are you talking about?”

“Will you not forcefully deflower me, like a true Norseman would with a weak and wilting young monk like me?”

No eyeroll could express what all was wrong with that sentence, yet Erik still tried.

“Charles, please, stop that nonsense.”

He brought their mouths back together and Charles gave in until:

There are 27 men with limited and very brutal fantasies fighting a glorious battle downstairs, thanks to me. Humour me a little.

Erik, weak in the knees thanks to Charles sucking on his tongue like the demon in monk robes that he clearly was, sighed into the kiss and slid his hand down to roughly grab one of the perfect cheeks.

“Alright, but this ‘Norseman’ wants to be undressed and not do much of the work tonight, understood?” 

Charles licked his reddened lips, nodded with a twinkle in his eye and went on to flick the buttons of Erik’s jacket open. For someone so desperate to be ravished, he was took his time though, kissed and licked every new bit of exposed skin, sloooowly ran his fingers down the line of Erik’s neck... 

Until Erik let a frustrated noise, pushed him back to his bed and finished the job much quicker. Mischief, pure mischief was written on the beautiful face as Charles laid back on the simple berth and spread his legs. His gorgeous fat cock curved against his belly, hard and wet at the tip, while below the hair was dark and mussed up.

Erik groaned and practically ripped his leggings off. He was on Charles mere seconds later, right between his legs, he kissed the red mouth hard and couldn’t help but grind his stiffening erection against the straw filled mattress.

“Yessss:”

You are incorrigible, he thought at Charles as he kissed his way down the pale chest to the ticklish belly and licked the tip of Charles’ cock who groaned and tried to move his hips away.

“What a strange Norseman who sucks his poor, helpless bounty’s cock.

“This “Norseman” missed the taste and he’s not going to let this be taken from him, even if he apparently has no say in the general proceedings”, he swallowed him deep, tell me if you want me to stop.

Charles’ needy moan and the hand suddenly fisting his hair told Erik that this was not the case.

And just HOW Erik had missed this! He’d done this with other men before, before he’d met Charles, but he’d never expected that he would like it this much. Or just like it. Full stop.

Charles was different than those nameless men in every sense; he was perfect. Erik loved the musky taste, the foreskin and the shape, he loved how deep he could take him and how the stretch didn't bother him; instead it filled him with pride when Charles whined and grabbed his hair tighter.

He’d wanted this the whole damned crossing and it was so much better than the memories he had jerked off to. As a matter of fact: he reached down to take himself in hand and rub his cock in the same rhythm, he was so horny, he was going to burst any minute or so anyway.

“No! No.”

Charles pulled up Erik’s head rather abruptly.

“You aren’t the only one who went through a dry spell, you’re going to keep it together. You can do that later if you want to.”

Charles scrambled up and climbed to his knees, butt raised and presented himself to Erik like a gift.

“This way. We haven’t done this in ages, besides, I’ve used half of your oil this morning, it cannot go to waste.” He wiggled his ass at Erik who grinned but also couldn’t tear his eyes off the display.

“So economic. Where’s the rest?”

“Silver phial.” Charles went down on his forearms and stretched his back in the obscenest manner.  The little bottle shot through the air like an English man’s dart and Erik suddenly couldn’t slick up fast enough. He ached for it and it took all of his composure not to come as he levelled behind Charles and breached him slowly. Or tried to breach him slowly since Charles pushed back and took him to the root with a long, deep, satisfied sigh. Erik grabbed the cheeks, nails sunk in as a warning, but it only spurred Charles on.

“Come on, take me. Take me, I need it.”

“Wah..sn’t this supposed to be some helpless victim fantasy?”

“Screw that. Fuck me.” Charles moved on his dick and Erik almost choked on his tongue so heavy and thick it felt in his mouth. He wanted this. Charles wanted this, he could do it. He pushed back, countered the rhythm Charles had set and slowly fucked him, every thrust measured and with the goal to bring Charles more joy than the incredible, soft wet heat brought him.

It was bloody useless though. Charles thrust back, his hole so welcoming and greedy even, clenching around him with every move that devil of a man made. Erik whined tried to regain some control, pulled out under Charles’ noisy protest but couldn't resist the low and needy moans that followed. He shifted on his knees, went for a better angle and thrust back in. He’d forever deny that shout, but from that moment on it was a brutal and fast mess. He pounded into Charles who encouraged him, a filthy stream of obscenenities falling from his mouth, with no rhythm, no finesse.

“Yes, there, deeper, come on take me, fuck me, faster, Oh Lord in heaven yessss.”

Erik sobbed and pushed Charles’ shoulders down, mainly to shut him up, but he only got muffled moans in return, and an ass that fucked back even more relentlessly. Erik grabbed the soft flesh before him, right now Charles ass was the best thing he’d ever touched, probably ever, round and soft and so insatiable like its owner. Erik slapped it, sharp and loudly,

“Yes that’s it, do it harder!”

Erik’s coherency spectacularly collapsed while he still  TRIED.

He slapped Charles’ ass again, undulated his hips and pushed into him with quick, deep thrusts that shook their small bed and fully kept him in the tight vice of Charles’ greedy body. Down to the root, sunk in his lover, he smacked that perky flesh again and muttered, most likely not only figuratively out of his mind:

“This is what you want? To be held down and used like this? To be fucked like all the men out there want to fuck you? Like a piece of ass, to be used and thrown away?” 

The gasp that followed did it. Charles body was raked with a deep shiver, like this was precisely what he’d waited for, and Erik came. To the gasp, to the heat, to this relentless friction on his cock he spilled himself into Charles, almost crying at the relief it brought him.

When he came back to his senses he leaned against the whitewashed wall of the dormitorium while a sweaty, grinning Charles straddled his chest. He was still very much aroused to Erik’s surprise.

I said you could do that later, didn’t I?

Erik grinned like a loon and without a second of hesitation he swallowed Charles down. As far gone as he was it didn’t take more than a few needy sucks from Erik to make Charles cry out and try to pull back. But he wasn’t the only one determined amongst them, so Erik refused to let him go and with a very un-monk-like curse falling from his lips, Charles came down Erik’s relaxed throat. When he pulled back Erik couldn't help the cough but Charles contented and slightly dumb  face was worth all the discomfort in the world.

Re-arranged and cuddled together on the small bed, Erik tried to stay awake, there were errands to run, and the fools of his company to be taken care of.

Put them to sleep right the moment you came through this door. It’s not as if the others couldn't deal with them if I slipped but I didn't want to accidentally broadcast something of this into their sad little brains.

“You didn’t? Don’t you usually give them fantasies that are quit similar to this? Didn’t you want to show me off?” 

Similar, yes. But not you. Not us. You are mine and this is for us. It’s not to be shared. 

Charles’ face lay close to his on the one pillow and if Erik didn’t know better there almost was something shy in the otherwise so confident smile.

“So I am”, Erik said and finally gave Charles the soft, lingering kiss he’d wanted to give him the past three months. 

[jodelashalock]

The seamstress sat peacefully in the corner of The Shady Lady located in the depths of Stormwind City. The corner was dark, hiding most of her features, though her piercing, ruby gaze was hard to miss. And that flashing grin of hers nearly lit up the room, if she were to flash one of those devilish grins. She had her materials sprawled out onto a rusty, wooden table before her; along with a glass of half-empty red wine, of course. She’d been working on that wine for about half an hour now, and her tongue was stained with that bitter taste. The only sound that mimicked from that dark corner was the rhythm of sewing needles rustling together, and occasionally, a slurp being drawn from the fancy wine glass. The frail, strawberry-blonde woman sat peacefully, minding her own business, until -

Of course, she was interrupted. "Hi, hi, hi! Wat’cha stitchin’?” A white haired Kaldorei woman asked, folding her hands proudly over the wooden table as she slid into the empty chair before Jodela. Jodela merely let out an annoyed sigh through her nostrils, sloooowly looking upwards until those piercing, ruby hues met with the loud woman before her. She let out a second sigh once she recognized the familiar face. “Rexticity,” she muttered, “Not today.” 

The Kaldorei didn’t stop there. She kept her bright, white, void-like eyes locked intently to Jodela’s work, suckling obnoxiously on that lollipop between her lush lips. “...I know a little bit about stitching! I can help if you just tell me what you’re workin’ on!” She replied cheerfully, though her thick voice was muffled through the sticky goodness between her lips. 

Jodela let out, yet another, annoyed sigh. A dainty palm came clasping down to the table, slamming against the well-stitched gown lying on the table before her. “Ugh!” She grumbled, rising angrily to her feet. The wooden chair was sent flying behind her with the swift movement, though Jodela was too occupied with gathering her materials to notice. Once she’d packed all her sewing materials into her beautifully-sewn cloth bag, she picked up her glass of wine, bringing it to her lips to tilt that fucker alllll the way up. She downed the remainder of the wine, before moving over to take the Kaldorei’s wrist. She would tug on her until she rose, and Joe would then take her somewhere more secluded.

Rexticity was tugged alongside the beautiful warlock, not even a hint of resistance was applied. In fact, she giggled obnoxiously along the ride. “Ahahahaha! Where are we going!?”

“Shut up,” Jodela replied, marching swiftly until she swept on her heels, storming into a musty old tavern in the Mage Quarter, then down the stairs. Around and around, and down a series of stair cases. The woman didn’t stop until the duo was masked in darkness, deep in the Crypts of Stormwind City. She slammed the Kaldorei harshly against a cold, marble wall. Her dainty wrists grasped tightly against the woman’s own, kneading into the pink flesh as she pinned her against the wall. “Was it not obvious I wished for you to leave me alone?” The woman barked out, her face only inches away from Rex’s. “I thought you would’ve caught the hint, but no! I’m not sitting in a dark corner for the hell of it. I’d love to fucking SEE what I’m stitching! I am trying not to be noticed, I only wanted a nice glass of wine and some peace and quiet.” She huffed.

Rexticity’s lollipop went spewing from her mouth as she was harshly shoved against the stone hard wall, and she let out a deep breath in Joe’s face. “M-M-My apologies, Joe,” she practically whispered, locking her empty white eyes intently to Joe’s devilish red hues. “It won’t happen again.”

A wicked grin crawled upon the warlock’s purple-tainted lips, and she slowly released the Kaldorei’s wrists. “I know it will not happen again,” Jodela replied, shuffling through the contents in her beautifully-stitched cloth bag that hung lazily from her shoulder. She continued to dig, until her fingers met her sewing needle. She retrieved the small piece of metal, raising it delicately before Rex’s face. “Because I’m going to make sure of it. Come, I’m going to stitch a new little... project.” She winked, moving with a graceful stride over towards a ledge in the dark, musty crypt. Locking her eyes intently towards Rexticity, Jodela gestured towards the ledge. “Come. Sit,” she practically demanded.

Rexticity swallowed harshly. She knew this girl, she knew Jodela was not the woman she once was. So she did as she asked. After a harsh swallow, the woman walked slowly over towards Jodela, doing as she asked. She sat on the cold ledge, crossing her legs as she looked up towards the seamstress. “Yes...Jodela?” She asked between clenched teeth, a hint of anger fading through her gaze. “What can I do for you?” Her tone was almost sarcastic, and she began drumming her fingertips nervously on her thighs.

“Please, just sit still,” Jodela replied softly, pulling a threat from her bag. “So... been doing well?” The woman asked, as she pulled the thread through the needle and tied it tightly against the thin metal. Once she was satisfied with the tightly wrapped thread, she glanced up towards Rexticity, watching her shift uncomfortably and nervously. Jodela offered a faint smile, moving her lips to rest carefully against the woman’s ear. “You’ll be okay, dove,” she whispered calmly, releasing a breath of air that would caress the Kaldorei’s neck. She then let a devilish giggle escape through her lipstick painted lips, spreading Rex’s legs as she stepped between the gap, rustling with the needle and thread one more time before bringing the needle delicately against Rex’s lush lips. “This will only hurt for a second...”

Rexticity shivered as chill bumps painted her arms, legs, and spine. This woman was a lot of things, but she sure wasn’t dumb. She knew that if she’d tried to escape or fight back, magic would be involved. And possibly, some of Jodela’s “friends.” She sat, seemingly uncomfortable that Jodela had uncrossed her legs and opened them. She never liked people being so close in her intimate space, and surely not someone who was about to hurt her. “P-P-Please be gentle,” Rexticity managed to huff out, shivering once again as the needle met with the corner of her lips.

Jodela said nothing, only pressed the needle deeply into that flesh around her lips. Her grin expanded once a hint of red oozed from the small wound, dripping down the woman’s dainty chin and onto the armor on her legs. That devilish grinned revealed those deep dimples that complimented that sun-kissed skin, and her piercing, ruby tints nearly lit up. “You have beautiful lips,” Jodela whispered, as she continued to pull the needle in and out of the woman’s lips in a sewing-like manner. Swift, zig zag motions caused the Kaldorei’s lips to bleed, but Jodela tried her best to wipe the blood clean in order to be able to clearly see her work. “...Gah, you’re so messy,” Jodela mumbled, as she popped her own finger into her mouth, licking Rexticity’s blood clean off her fingers.

Rexticity couldn’t scream, couldn’t try to retreat. There wasn’t anything she could do to successfully get away, she just sat there, moving uncomfortably with each and every pluck into her lips. Several muffled grunts and whines muffled through her lips; at least, the portion that wasn’t yet stitched closed. She kept at it, until her lips were fully stitched shut by Jodela’s sewing. A single tear streamed down Rexticity’s cheek, and she’d nearly clawed through the pants she was wearing. She was highly upset, but the one thing she was most concerned about... How am I supposed to eat my cherry lollipops now? 

Jodela took a step back, quirking a brow before offering a satisfied nod with her work. “...Ehhhh, it’ll do,” she replied, “But next time, I’ll give you some delightful accessories. I can stitch other body parts together too, dear. Perks of being a seamstress! Oh, and believe me... there will be a next time if you test me again.” Jodela then offered the woman a hand to help her pull herself from the ledge.

There was so much Rexticity wanted to say, oh so much. But her lips were sewn shut, she couldn’t say a thing. She looked at the hand Jodela had offered, grunting as she turned away from the dainty palm that was offered. She tilted her head upwards, denying the hand as she moved to pull herself off the ledge on her own. She wiped gently at her lips, wincing in gruesome pain as she did so. She pulled her hand away from her face, looking at the smudged blood that had now painted her hand from her lips. Another tear fell, and Rexticity only grabbed the mask around her neck to tie it over the bottom half of her face. Rexticity flashed one last glare towards the corrupted woman before sweeping on her heels, heading for the stairs without word. Not like she could say shit anyways.

Jodela smiled, pulling her hand upwards as she waggled her fingers in a slight wave. “Have a good night, dear! It was delightful seeing you again!” The seamstress called out, as the angry Kaldorei marched up the stairs and eventually disappeared in the dark crypts.

[saviormysticmeme]

RFA Reaction to cuddling at MCs place while Family/Roommates are there

So basically this is my HC for the RFA I need to start doing Minor Trio with Baeran dammit me going to MCs place for the first time and trying to cuddle/other but the catch is MC lives with family/roomies.

Some are just fluffy. Some get smutty. *cough* Zen and Jumin *cough*

Yoosung

Your room?? Alone?? I-Is that okay??

“Yoosung, we’ve hung at before…”

“Yeah at my place where it was just us...Is...Is your family ok with this?”

“Yoosung I’m a legal adult. I have been. We both are.”

“O-Okay.”

You’re sitting in your bed cuddling, playing video games. You get a little handsy. A slight blush rises in his cheeks and he pretends not to notice as he keeps playing his level.

But your hand rests at the hem of his shirt, and sloooowwwlllly lifts it up, letting your fingers softly trace up and down his sides

Blush intensifies “MC..?? You feelin cuddly?”

“Maaaybe” You nuzzle into the crook of his arm as he puts it around you.

You are not satisfied. More snuggles. More.

You throw one leg over him, latching onto him like a Koala.

It was pretty innocent, but Yoosung imagining your parents or sibling walking in and seeing you tangled up just made him so flustered. ‘If I keep playing my game, even if someone sees us they’ll no nothing was happen-’

You crane your neck and plant a soft kiss on his 

YOOSUNG NO WORK NOPE NADA IT’S OVER

This boy can’t keep a poker face. You know you’ve got him. You casually take his DS out of his hands, save the progress, and close it.

Yoosung is just wide eyed staring at the ceiling, lips pursed and shaking juuuust a little bit. His hand still in the position as if he was still holding his DS up. He is too shook

So you make the move, throw your arm over his chest and start kissing his neck again.

“MC are you sure?”

“We’re not gonna go crazy...I mean. Probably not.” And you start leaving a couple soon-to-be hickeys on him.

‘Oh what the hell’ Yoosung gives up. He likes you too much.

He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers with his

Turns his head to yours

So many kisses. He starts pressing his lips to yours, it’s deep but still soft.

You guys just keep it up for a while. Snuggles, kisses, the occasional grope.

It gets late into the night and Yoosung figures he should get going.

You walk him to the door and he gives you a kiss goodnight.

You promise to hang out at his place next time so he’s not as nervous.

Jaehee

She thinks your roommates are lovely. They like her too, think she’s kind of stoic, but like her none the less.

You two go up to your room. She sits on your bed, no second thoughts about your roommates or anything. Why would they come in? And even then Jaehee’s sure you’re not ballsy enough to try anything crazy with people in the house

You guys arent quiet enough for that

You sit next to her and put on one of Zen’s shows. You start off side by side but soon end up spooning.

You guys have watched these movies so many times you know all the lines, so whenever Zen goes to deliver a really sexy line, you beat him to it and whisper it in Jaehee’s ear.

She giggles and it’s so fkn cute. Ugh.

You get a little restless at one point. You run your hand down her side, admiring her curves.

And sloooowly back up. Your fingers brush exposed skin and her spine straightens a bit.

“MC…” She chuckles

You two start kissing. It’s sweet and slow. You don’t go very far, because you’re both just feeling more cuddly than lusty. Lusty isn’t a word but shut up

Eventually the movie is over. You walk her out to her car. You go to give her a quick peck goodnight, but she cups your face and holds it there for a good minute. You melt a little and put your hands over hers. She’s too cute.

You watch as her car pulls out of the driveway. A small smile on your lips.

Your roomate opens the front door “Hey, you gonna stand here and think about that steamy ass kiss or come inside already?”

Zen

He knocks at the door and your roommate opens it.

“Holy shit MC your hot ass celebrity boyfriend is here” They yell up the stairs (it’s me. I’m one of your obnoxious roommates.)

You come down the stairs “Babe! Hey! Sorry I didn’t get the door I-”

“No worries, Angel” And he planted a quick peck on your lips. You heard your roommates snicker as they set the table for food.

After you all ate, you and Zen slipped into your room. You expected immediate cuddles and kisses but

He just sat at your desk and looked around

“Uh, Babe, you can come sit on the bed” You patted the spot next to you

But Mc…… T H E B E A S T

It could appear at any moment.

I’ll take my chances just get over here you egg.

So he joins you on the bed. Slowly he sinks into the spot next to you, as if a quick movement might rattle the cage of THE BEAST

You turn on your music and start chatting. Eventually ending with Zen’s head in your lap as you play with his hair and he stares at your face with endearment cause he’s just so in love with how focused you look as you braid his hair and chat.

So endeared he doesn’t hear you muttering about cutting off the rat tail

Soon the braid is done and there’s nothing to occupy your hands while you guys talk.

They start off at Zen’s face. Tracing his cheekbones and jawline.

“MC...what are you doing?” He chuckles

“Just touching you”

MC Phrasing please

Then your hands trace the tendons in his neck to the well toned muscles on his shoulders. His shirt color tries to get in the way but you just snake your hands underneath.

His eyebrow twitches

MC please he is using all of his self control right now.

You lean over, giving your arms more reach farther into his shirt, your fingertips brush the beginning of your lovers V line. Haha V line. V. Hah you can only think about V whenever you see Zen’s V line now

Your intention was to get your face inches from Zen, not touch his hips. That was just added bonus

His breath gets a little heavy and husky, brushing your lips which are only about an inch away.

You very slowly, and I mean very slowly, lean in to close the gap. Your eyes half lidded while Zen’s are wide af.

The second your lips touch Zen jumps up. Well he tries. WIth your hands in his shirt and face above his you both get a little tangled for a second but his feet find the floor and he turns so he’s facing away from you.

“Hyun? You ok?”

“ I just…. Ugh. If we kiss like that again I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself, Princ-”

“So don’t.”

He turns his head, a look of shock in his eyes. “What?”

“So. Don’t.” You grin. “Don’t help yourself”

“But your roommates are-”

You turn your radio volume even higher, a smug look on your face.

His voice dropped so low you thought it was a new person. “Are you sure you want to?”

You got up and pulled him close, pressing your bodies together. “Positive”

HOOOOOO BOY

I WONDER IF THE MUSIC COVERED THE SOUND OF HIM SLAMMING YOU DOWN ON THAT BED

Music: High

Kisses: Heavy

Beast: Unleashed.

You guys weren’t used to having to be quiet. Zen wasn’t sure how to feel about you not screaming his name. But it was a fun little challenge for the both of you. It made things interesting, added the element of getting caught.

Eventually you guys were left panting and just laying side by side.

He glanced at the clock.

“Oh shit My Love, I’m sorry to eat and run but it’s getting late and I have morning rehearsal.” He hopped out of bed and started pulling his clothes on.

“I understand Babe” You threw a shirt and sweatpants on and walked him downstairs, where your roommates were still awake watching a movie.

Zen cast a nervous glance towards them, but covered it as soon as they looked in your direction.

“It was nice meeting you!” He waved to them.

“You too!” They both chimed and waved back.

Zen turned to you, gave you a kiss goodnight, and walked out to his car.

You shut the front door, and as soon as you did

“Wow. Your bed is really squeaky huh?

“Wha-” A blush spray paints your cheeks bright red

“Celebrity sex scandaaaaaal” The other one sings.

“We didn’t-” You tried.

“MC….your shirts backwards” They winked.

You looked down and sure as shit you were looking at the back of your shirt. Welp. RIP.

Jumin

You were a little nervous for Jumin to come over and meet your roommates.

More often than not they were those ruthless Jokester friends. They didn’t get when people didn’t get their jokes and Jumin...he’s not the best with jokes in general.

Your friends are also very casual, so when Jumin showed up in his “Formal Dinner Party” attire they were a little confused.

You had given them a fair warning...but they didn’t think you were serious.

You ate dinner, it went surprisingly okay. You swore there might come a time when Jumin and one of the roomies might hit a rough patch but nope. Smooth sailing, especially when he learned one of your roomies is pre vet and they shared a passion for felines.

After dinner you escorted him to your room.

Almost immediately you were wrapped in each other's arms on the bed.You guys try to keep it professional in public, so once you’re alone you two make up for the lost public snuggle time hardcore.

 You lay side by side, your head on his chest, his arm around you and rubbing your back. You just chat about things, you ask Jumin about random things just to hear his voice His voice is my guilty fucking pleasure my god bless that VA. It calms you. But if he says the right things it gets you a little… hot and bothered.

“So dinner was good….when’s dessert?” Yep like that. Hot. And. Bothered. 

“Jumin” You gasped a little, surprised he suggested it

“I’m sorry? I assume from the way your hand was inching towards-”

Oh shit? Your hand was heading down there wasn’t it. Haha ohhhhh Hand. *cue audience laugh track* Anyways

“I mean, I would but uh...my roommates are downstairs. It’s not like the penthouse where it’s just us.”

“And?” He is so shameless. Or clueless. Or maybe a little bit of both.

“Wouldn’t you be, uh, embarrassed?”

“Should I? I assumed it was no secret that we had sex. Usually people assume anways…” He trailed off, but then remembered the situation at hand. “But if you’d rather not I understand. “ He sounded a little disappointed, but then he looked at you with a small smirk. “But I guess now it’ll be only sweeter the next time I get to lay you down and” cue intense details of. He didn’t stop, he just kept talking about all the things you two could do, and his voice kept getting lower and huskier and you could tell how excited he was just by the way he was talking

You couldn’t take it

Fuck the roommates

Jumin was right it’s not like they don’t know

You suddenly rolled so you were on top of him, straddling his waist.

“Kitten I thought-”

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a very sloppy kiss.

 When you pulled away for air you just “I don’t care. Let them hear.”

You two got wild

....I’ll stop here. You guys don’t need the details 

Once you two were finished you were cuddling again. Just cuddling without clothes but that was A OK.

Jumin was back to rubbing your back again, and you were cuddled up to him again.Your hand was on his chest and his hand on top, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth. But instead of talking you guys kept exchanging gentle kisses, taking turns leaning in and reaching for kisses from each other.

Around midnight he figured he should get going home. You both put your clothes on and walked out to the car. On the way there you saw your roommates. They looked a little shook. Little bit. They waved by to Jumin even though they could barely look at the two of you without blushing.

Jumin planted a firm kiss on you at the car, and when you walked back in you turned to your roommates, ready to apologize for the..uh...noise.

“Hey guys...so uh...hahaha awkward amiright?”

“I don’t know, is it….’Kitten’?”

“Or should we ask….’Daddy’?”

You’re never living this down. Ever.

Seven

He came over to meet your family

He already knew almost everything about them so he was well prepared to kiss ass

He didn’t have to though, they liked him off the bat. They were glad they finally got to meet the boy MCs been spending all their time with.

After dinner MC and he decided to go upstairs and hang out a bit.

These two nerds legit sat in MCs bed looking at memes on their phones

At least an hour went by with you two just giggling and showing your phones to each other

Somehow you both found ways to get closer to each other without meaning to.

It started off with you two leaning against the wall, but soon you were basically sitting in Seven’s lap, head leaning against his chest, and the two of staring at one phone screen of memes.

At some point Seven snaked his arms around your waist, and buried his face in between your shoulder blade and your neck.

The giggles continued.

Soon you saw a meme that had you dying laughing. Seven was amused, but he ended up getting more amused when you started snorting from laughing so hard. You clasped a hand over your mouth to try to silence the noise, but it was not happening. He thought it was too cute and couldn’t help but kiss your cheek with an overdramatic “MUAAAH” noise

More memes and time passed

Now you two were laying on your tummies, side by side, memeing away

That’s when you look at Seven. A slight grin on his face, the way his eyes sparkle when he’s having a good time, everything about him really.

You just feel so much...love for him.

So you put your phone down and start peppering him with light quick kisses all over the side of his face.

He laughs “MC what are you doing?”

“I just...I love you so much” You can’t hold back the smile on your face. Just staring at him makes you happy. “Saeyoung, sometimes...Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real” and you lightly touch his face, taking in the feel of his skin and the look in his eyes.

He seems overcome with emotion too. Some mix of happiness and sadness, but then more happiness.

He shifts so he’s facing you more and plants a long kiss on your lips. Eventually you both sit up and just start kissing. It’s not the sloppy make out of when you guys are getting ready to do the do, it’s a long line of passionate kisses filled with innocent love and need for one another.

It’s love.

You end up wrapped in one another’s arms staring into each other's eyes until both of you doze off.

It’s about 2 am when you wake up. You two are still wrapped up, and Saeyoung is snoozing peacefully inches from your face. You wish you could just stare at him all night, the moonlight bouncing off his face made him look like he really wasn’t real, like he’d turn into mist at any second and slip away Wow I’m getting really poetic. Probably cause it’s 5 am idk sorry

But you know theres work he has to get done and normally he’s not even sleeping at this time so he’s probably already behind schedule.

You start off as a soft whisper, scared your voice could break the magic of the moment “Saeyoung”

He stirrs a bit but doesn’t open his eyes.

A little louder, but still whispering “Saeyoung” HIs eyelids lift slowly, and when he sees your face, a sleepy smile spreads across his own.

This alone makes you feel giddy and in love and your own mouth cracks a giant smile. Then you start peppering his face with gentle kisses.

“Come on” kisskisskiss “Wake up silly” kisskisskiss “I kept you long enough”

In his tired lawd kill me if I heard sleepy Seven’s voice I’d probably die voice he muttered “Keep me forever, MC”

[hopelesslyshippingthem]

Got a request, Bumblebee Monarch AU where Yang works for the group known as Monarch that studies massive unidentified terrestrial organisms aka MUTO's (Like Godzilla and Kong and other Kaiju's) and is a security guard while Blake works in the pediatric ward where they take care of young MUTO's with Blake taking care of a baby Godzilla with Yang cooing over how cute it looks but Blake reminds her what it can when grows it up.

I had far too much fun writing this. Both of your prompts thus far have been great, and things I never knew I needed to write until you requested them.

Yang waved at a few other securityguards as she passed, grinning at them cheerily in the brightly litcorridor. It was a pretty quiet Tuesday, and honestly, that’s howeveryone liked it; quiet. No one wanted to have to deal with anotheroutbreak, and the fact that it had been three weeks without incidentwas a ground-breaking record for all of Monarch. Hell, they werestill cleaning up parts of the facility from when that slug M.U.T.O.got out from the pits. It had been the slowest jailbreak ever, andhonestly, they had responded fairly humored to the entire thing,because it was actually kind of entertaining to watch it sloooowlytry to escape.“Xiao Long.” A stern voice stated frombehind her. “My office, now.”Yang sighed, not even havingto turn to know it was Weiss. “Yes Ma'am.”With a deftturn on the hell of her boot, Yang walked into the office, thesmaller woman holding the door open for her silently. When both wereinside, the door clicked shut as Yang remained standing, Weisssitting behind her large desk, motioning to the chair close to theblonde. “Have a seat.”Yang didn’t move. “No thank you,Ma'am.”

Ice cold blue eyes locked with hers asshe paused from shuffling around various files and papers. “Thatwasn’t a request. Sit down.”Yang felt her stomach sink asshe obeyed, not eager to infuriate the Director. “How long have youbeen with us, Xiao Long?” She asked, looking at several documentsinstead of the woman she was addressing.

“About four years now, Ma'am.” Shewas very nervous, one hand tracing the gun on her hip a bit to easeherself. “Maybe coming up on five?”Weiss nodded. “Isee. You were requested to be transferred to the scientific unit inIceland three times, yet you declined. Why is that?”Anotheruncomfortable shuffle. “With all due respect, you know why, Ma'am.I’m more comfortable here as a security officer, than working as ascientist at the main branch.” Lilac hues met with blue. “May Iask what this is about?”Weiss retrieved a pair of glassesfrom a drawer, placing the silver framed items on her before lookingthrough a file very intently. “This is about knowing if I haveplaced my trust in the right person, Xiao Long. I have already spokento Adel as well about this very topic, and rest assured that all ofthe paired security and medical personnel will also be receiving thisvery talk.” She glanced at the nervous blonde over the top of thepapers. “Don’t think that you’re special by any means.”Sheturned the file around, allowing Yang to see the contents. Inside themanila folder was all of the information on Blake Belladonna fromM.U.T.O. pediatric center, all of the data neatly recorded. Age,height, weight, even about what she was created from; which no one,not even Blake herself, was sure about. “You seem to be very closeto your charge, Xiao Long. You spend an awful lot of time in herfacility. Care to explain why?”Yang smiled apologetically.“I actually find the M.U.T.O. very cute. I like spending timethere, watching them.”Weiss seemed unimpressed. “And whatabout your tasks?”A slight fidget. “Well, Ma'am, ifyou’ve been watching me as closely as your documentation suggests,then you also know that aside from my regular patrols, I go thereduring my free time, and I always leave before lights out.”“Hmph.”Weiss grunted. “And, if the need arises, will you be able to doyour job?”Yang felt all humor drain from her body, leftwith a cold, hollow dread in place of the now gone warmth. “If thattime ever comes, then I will do my job. And I think I speak for allof us paired personnel when I say that I pray that it nevercomes.”Weiss watched her carefully, then shut the file.“Very well. That will be all, Xiao Long. Please return to yourregular patrols.”Yang didn’t think she could march out ofthat office fast enough, almost running directly into Coco in herhaste. “You got it too, huh?”Yang exhaled loudly,nodding. “Yeah. Wanted to make sure I wasn’t compromised.”Cocosmiled, lowering her sunglasses playfully. “Well, I guess with ourjobs, you can’t be too careful. I mean, we don’t just protect thisplace; we kinda also protect the world.”Nodding, the twowomen began to walk together down the all too clean hall, waving atRuby as the younger woman looked up from her clipboard, nudging Norato get her to see them too. Yang was pretty damn pleased that Rubyhad joined as a scientist, and even more so when she had found outthat they would be in the same facility together. While she had grownclose to her fellow researcher Nora, Yang was perpetually concernedthat the ginger would accidentally destroy the entire facilitybecause of some botched cooking attempt. Coco, Emerald, Neo, andherself had used a batch of muffins in place of bowling balls to dropoff of the nearby cliff twice to the same effect. Hopefully, Glyndawouldn’t let her make anything for the upcoming staff party.Anudge on her ribs caused Yang to look down, seeing Neo walking nextto her with an impish smile. While the mute wasn’t her favoriteperson in the world, she was just as mischievous as the pair of them,her husband being the only being alive that could keep her in line.“Sup Neo. How’s Roman doing? I heard he got sick.”Deftly,the smaller woman signed that he was doing better, but was notallowed near the labs he normally worked in yet. It seemed he wasgetting frustrated with being pent up like an animal. “That must berough for him.” A nod. “We’re heading to peds. You wanna tagalong?”She shook her head, quickly explaining that she hada meeting with Cinder in ten minutes and that she didn’t feelcomfortable there. “Fair enough. Good luck with the meeting.”Neowaved and walked off, the two guards walking in silence the rest ofthe way to the pediatric center. Silently, Yang and Coco held theirwrist badges up to the sensor, the door opening with a beep to allowthem into the vestibule before the main center. “So, what do youthink had the Director in a tissy?” Coco muttered, looking throughthe glass at the large room on the other side.Yang shrugged.“Beats me. She never is one to be warm that I’ve seen, but I hearthe poor bastard who work for her sister in Moscow wish that they hadours there. Maybe they were digging up on that…. that accident afew months back.”Soberly, her friend nodded. “Yeah. Maybethey’re up her ass about security for the paired employees. I guessthat would make anyone crabby.”Yang pressed her face intothe glass quite suddenly, clearly excited. “Ohh! Ohh! Look at thetiny M.U.T.O! The one Sun’s got!” A very strong lookingmale was holding a small creature that looked like a cross between arabbit and a tiger, talking to it softly as he held it in his arms.They watched as he reached with his tail to lift a small rock with asample of uranium, holding the radioactive item in his hand like anoffering. The creature that looked to be the size of a cat sniffed atthe material, finally nibbling on the stone. Sun smiled at the tinyM.U.T.O. infant, turning at the voice of Neon from across the room,casually adjusting the band around his bicep as he tilted his headtowards her, Blake also coming over with a small lizard lookingcreature in her arms.Monarch had been a very small, singlefacility long ago, and so very few people were willing to look afterthe very young monsters, let alone able to do anything similar enoughto controlling them. Is as expensive to constantly have to shell outmillions for hazard pay, and even more so when several dozenemployees a year would die from handling the ‘food’ for the youngM.U.T.O.s, not even counting the ones that died when trying to managethem when they hit their angsty adolescent phase. And so, from theeternal wisdom of Ozpin, researchers started working on engineeringsomething that could interact with the infants on a near constantbasis without dying from the radiation levels. And so, the Faunuswere born. Human-like creatures made from human, animal, and M.U.T.O.strands of DNA for their biological make-up. The result hadtaken a few hundred tries, but they finally created something perfectfor their needs; able to handle M.U.T.Os without dying from theradiation that their own bodies could ingest, and even communicatewith them and help them possibly form bonds. But Ozpin began towonder if his experimentation was a bit too perfect. Therewere rarely any problems with the new creatures he had created, andhe worried that something was brewing just below the surface, intheir genetics. He instructed both his staff, and the other fivefacilities to put the Faunus under constant supervision, all of themnow given an arm band that monitors the level of M.U.T.O antibodiesin their bloodstream. Eventually, he deemed it necessary to take it astep further, forcing every single Faunus to be paired with a humanstaff member, in case of something unknown occurring. He continued toexperiment on them, even on the ones that were working directly withthe infant creatures that they cared for. Finally, he had caused thething he had feared, and no one was quite sure if he had done it onpurpose or not. A young male Faunus, Adam Taurus, had justfinished recovering from one of Ozpin’s experiments and had returnedto the nursery when his body began to violently warp. A hard,metallic exoskeleton began to slowly grow on his skin, his irisesalmost glowing a faint red as he fell to the floor, screaming inunderstandable agony. As security and researchers alike scrambled toget into the M.U.T.O pediatric ward, he leapt upon one of the femaleFaunus that had rushed to his aid, attempting to mate with her. Hispaired security guard Mercury, tried to reason with him, butultimately, he was no longer the person he had once been, and so theguard had been forced to kill him. All experiments on the Faunus hadfinally stopped in all nearly thirty years ago, but no one knew if,or when, any of the Faunus would start becoming M.U.T.Os like Adam,and several others had ended up doing. A few months ago, a youngFaunus had started changing into a M.U.T.O when returning from themess hall, his partner unable to kill him. Due to Jaune’s inabilityto execute the now dangerous creature, the infected Faunus killedhim, and began to seek out the nearest female Faunus to breed with. Aresearcher, Pyrrha Nikos, had ended up taking the gun from Jaune’smangled corpse and shooting him dead, saving the facility from apossible outbreak of rogue Faunus.A tap on the glass pulledYang from her incredibly depressing thoughts, seeing Velvet standingin front of them on a platform. “You lot want to come in? We’rejust cleaning up from feeding.” Coco and Yang looked ateach other, then back at Velvet and nodded, once again using theirbadges to enter the restricted area; only essential and pairedpersonnel were allowed into the main pediatric floor. Sun sat at hisdesk, typing notes as he brought a cup of coffee to his lips with histail, giving the guards a nod before returning to his work. Yangbroke away from the partnered duo in search of her own partner,walking up to Blake from behind as quietly as possible. “Yang,you know I can hear you sneaking, right?” She stated blandly.Witha chuckle and a rub to the back of her head, Yang halted. “Can’tstop a girl from trying.”Blake turned, her ears twitchingfrom time to time to catch various sounds, the tiny M.U.T.O still inher arms. “It’s not dinner time yet, is it?”“Nah. Justmaking the rounds. And who is this little nugget of scales?” Shecooed, leaning down to look at the creature in Blake’s arms.“He’sa lizard. Type one, and he’s already trying to walk on his hindlegs.” Blake smiled, looking down at her charge. “I mean, hecan’t, and he falls into everything, but that doesn’t stop him fromtrying. I’d let you hold him, but he just finished eating radiation.I’d be worried it might kill you.”Yang squealedslightly.”But he’s so cuuuute! Look at his little stubby legs! Andhis snoot! Boop the snoot!”Blake giggled in spite ofherself. “You do know that if we’re right about this one, then he’sdescended from the ancient line of protector lizards. Like the onefrom Japan. He could grow to be over three hundred feet tall, andover five hundred feet in length. Not to mention he could use adevastating blast of atomic energy from his mouth to levelislands.”Yang beamed up at Blake. “So, a really bad caseof morning breath, huh?”The Faunus brushed a lock of ravenhair behind her human ear shyly, blushing. “Yeah, I guess so. He’llneed massive breath mints if he is one of the protectorlizards.”With a quiet, cautious look around, Yang checkedto see if anyone was looking, or if any of the cameras were facingthem before quickly leaning up and kissing Blake on her lips for abrief moment. She felt Blake lean into the kiss for that moment, thenit ended, both blushing slightly. “How have you been, though? Anytroubles?”She shook her head. “No, but Neon has beenacting…. a bit erratic lately. She’s scared to tell Flynt.” Heramber eyes skirting the floor. “I don’t blame her. Could youimagine how frightening it must be? To not know if you’ll be lost inyour own body? To not even know if your days are numbered, or ifyou’re just a bit sick?”“Blake…” Yang started.“Itmust be nice, to be human. To have parents. To know where and whatyou come from. To be more than a serial number and a liability.” Abitter chuckle escaped her in a huff. “Best I know is that I camefrom petri dish number seventy four out of ten thousand, and I wasone of ten to survive in the artificial womb from my batch.”Yangset her jaw. “I saw your file, Blake. It has everything on you init. I bet you that we could find answers in there for you.”Blakeshook her head. “I don’t want to know. I don’t want to know whatmonsters made me. I don’t want to know what I was spliced from. Idon’t want to know the name of the scientist who got a raise when Ididn’t die. I know who I am now.” She looked at the chirpingcreature in her arms. “I mean, yeah, I envy you, but to know whatkind of monster I risk becoming? I don’t want to know. Not really. Ienvy family, a real sense of belonging to something.”With asigh, Yang nodded. “Alright. But try to get Neon to talk to Flynt.A cold’s been going around, and it was really nasty.”Blakenodded, looking at the others in the room. “If…. one day, Ibecome infected-”“Blake. Don’t you ask this of me.”Yang warned.Their eyes met, a hollow look in her golden eyes.“I have to ask. We both know it’s your job. We both know that itmight happen one day. And if it does, make it quick. Please. Kill mebefore I become a monster. Let me die with dignity, as aFaunus.”Yang didn’t want to agree to it. Yes, it was herjob. Hell, that was the point of being paired together; to have theFaunus trust the human enough to tell them when something was goingwrong so they could be monitored closer, and kill them if needed. Butthis was the woman she loved, how could she be the one to pull thetrigger? “I can’t…. I love you, I can’t do it.”“Becauseyou love me, I’m asking it. I love you, and I trust you. I trust youto make it quick if it happens.”Yang leaned in and kissedBlake hard, not caring if anyone saw this time. After severalmoments, she pulled away, holding their foreheads together. “If…..if you become infected, I’ll do it. I’ll make it quick, and aspainless as possible. I’ll try to catch you before you’re completelygone, so you don’t die a monster.”The M.U.T.O in Blake’sarms took a firm hold of Yang’s tactical jacket, idly teething on it.The Faunus smiled at Yang sadly, looking into her eyes in relief.“Thank you. I love you.”Yang returned the grin. “I loveyou too.” She then looked down at the infant gnawing on heruniform. “And you’re getting my clothes all glow-drooly. But you’reso adorable! Yes you are! Yes you are!”

[afebruarything]

My 2016′s challenges

Два последних хобби моего 2016 года, пение и шитье, показали себя отражением всей жизни в миниатюре.

Шитье: ты хочешь многого, и никто не запрещает тебе желать и мечтать. Но двигаться приходится медленно. Медленно-медленно-медленно. Сделай это 1000 раз, разорви, собери обратно, и возможно, на 1001 раз у тебя получится. Ты будешь так измучен, что не почувствуешь никакой радости, но это будет гарантированно пройденная ступенька на пути к тому что ты хочешь. Или вот еще: работа кажется огромной и непреодолимой. Выдохни и сделай один простой шаг - возьми карандаш. Потом еще один простой шаг - сметай две крупные детали и примерь. Из сотни маленьких шагов соберется твой долгожданный результат. Как только ты дорисовал свой идеальный эскиз и отложил, планирование закончилось - началась жизнь в моменте.

Пение: ну тут все просто. Глубоко дыши, чувствуй свое тело, пой любимые песни. Пой каждый день. Пой чужие песни, если они говорят о том, что ты хочешь сказать, но не можешь выразить. Эти песни вместе с глубоким дыханием вычистят тебя изнутри. Это круче холотропного дыхания, антибиотиков или алкоголя. 

The two last activities (which are singing and dressmaking) I started in 2016 turned out to be real life in miniature.

Dressmaking is about this: you crave so many things, and it’s great to have dreams. But you will have to advance slowly. Slowly. Slowly. Sloooowly. Just do the same thing 1000 times, then cut it, then put it together again. You’ll probably come up with something for the umpteenth time. You will be smashed feeling all done in, but it would be a mastered level, a step towards your dream. 

One more lesson for you: if a task seems to be truly overpowering, just breathe out and make a small step. Take a pencil, or run up two main details of your dress. Little streams make great rivers. Put your ideal sketch aside, it’s a life-in-the-moment time now.

Singing: well, it’s just too simple. Breathe deeply, feel your body breathing and living, sing your favourite songs. Sing every day (cada dia!). Sing anybody’s songs if you feel the same. It will cleanse you from deep inside. It’s much better than holotropic breathwork, antibiotics, or alcohol.