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Whispered Secrets in the Dark: Chapter III - Corridor Encounter

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pairing: Azula x Ursa – but Azula x Mai in this chapter | rating: explicit | A/B/O; alpha!Azula x omega!Ursa

general content warnings: omegaverse (feat. g!p), explicit sexual content, parent-child incest, consensual underage sex.

Azula is not in the habit of questioning reality, but she wakes up and stares up at the ceiling like it’ll tell her if last night actually happened.

Did Mother give her an Agni-dammned handjob?

She woke up with a raging hard-on, something normal at this point, and the memories of lingering scent, lingering touches, of a person that shouldn’t be there. It’s not her first sexual experience, Azula’s not quite a virgin – well, she is in the more “traditional” sense, fooling around with Ty Lee but never going all the way with the non-bender omega. She went farther with may, but as a proudful alpha, she’ll never admit those… tendencies out loud.

She’ll also not rub one first thing in the morning, those early craving are soothed on their own, no need of her assistance. She’s all soft again by the time she’s on her morning training clothes, which’s great, there’s no need of a princess to walk around with a visible erection.

Filled with hormones or not, Azula’s above such carnal, dirty little things.

Dressed in her usual trousers and chest wrappings, and covered with one of her many silk robes, the princess makes her way to her favorite training courtyard. Or she tries. First, she smells the strong, musky scent of another alpha. With a sharpness of steel that tells her exactly who it is. Then a hand, followed by flowing clothes, grabs her arms. She has been jumped times enough to know it's better to be pliant and let herself be pinned to the wall. It’s not like she likes it or anything.

“Do you not have better things to do than jumping on unsuspecting alphas?” It’s mostly a snarl. “The sun has barely risen.”

“Perhaps I do,” where Mother’s voice is soothing, Mai’s breathtakingly sensual. “Like fucking you against this wall.”

“I have a schedule, I’m sure you don’t fit in its current slot.”

“I can make it quick.”

“I thought you had better stamina.”

“I can make yours quite short.”

“We established I last longer than you.”

“I’d like to test it.”

“Would you now?” Mai responds by undoing her robe’s knot. “Do you think Zuko would be happy that you’re about to suck off her little sister?”

“Don’t talk about yourself in third person, it’s weird. And we’re not even engaged, she won’t mind it at all. Also, who said I’ll suck you off? I said fuck you against the wall.”

“I have more important things to do than be your fuck buddy,” like finding Mother and questioning her what the fuck last night was about.

“Sure,” Mai’s well-kept claws leave pink trails down Azula’s stomach, it makes her hiss and immediately rise to a half-mast. Mai knows her a little too well. “Then why are you hard?”

“Barely hard,” Mai moves her hands up again, they’re the adequate size to perfectly cup her breasts, Azula might or might not be sensitive to someone fondling with those. “This is not fair.”

There's a small lift of the corner of her mouth, it’s a smirk in Mai’s body language: “Such a whore.”

“I’m a young alpha, and you’re groping me, that’s all.”

“Groping you?” Her left hand moves south, gripping firmly her now fully hard cock. “This is groping.”

“Just get on your knees and suck my cock.”

“I intended to fuck you,” her fingers hook on Azula’s waistband. “I guess sucking you off will have to be enough.”

“And I’m the horny one.”

Mai doesn’t answer, pushing down her trousers to her knees without saying another word. Her cock’s heavy enough to be weighted down when she’s up on her feet, but not so terribly weighted down, it almost points straight forward.

Mai’s long, slender fingers wrap around her girth, fingertips overlay each other. Azula appreciates the length of her fingers (specially when they’re inside of her, she’s proud but not proud enough to not allow herself to be touched in all pleasurable ways. That’s definitely why she let Mother touch her…) Azula relaxes against the wall, also braces herself for what she knows will be an intense session of Mai trying to suck her soul out via her cock.

Mai, the stoic, expressionless alpha (more of a role model of Fire Nation alphas than she has any right to be), kneels in front of her with golden eyes full of lust. She looks quite pretty when on her knees, not so subtly smelling in Azula’s scent like it’s fresh air after years suffocating underground. Her nose traces from the hilt of her shaft to the tip and down again, she licks and sucks on unfairly sensitive balls. She licks slowly up, she takes some sweet time licking the extremely sensitive cockhead.

It’s fascinating. Azula thinks, to watch how Mai takes all of length into her throat.

She covers her mouth to muffle her moans, her other hand tightens in a fist – Mai bit her cock almost hard enough to draw blood the one time Azula tried to hold her head without permission. Azula’s self-control is commendable, even more so when you consider what she’s going through, and she keeps her hips as still as possible as Mai performs one of her cocksucking shows.

And the nonbender alpha looks up at her, keeping Azula imprisoned in their eye contact, something that only adds to the pleasantly experience of getting a head in a public space.

(Azula knows she’ll think about Mother in that position, on her knees and looking so pretty it hurts, taking her in like she was made for it. )

“Such a good cocksucker.”

Mai rolls her eyes, but sucks her harder and she can smell the fellow alpha’s arousal scent. It’s a shame the princess won’t be able to do anything about it, since she’s running late already with this small encounter. Mai sneaks her hands up her tights and then gropes her butt, pulling her closer, pushing her cock even deeper. Azula doesn’t try to hold back much as the alpha works the muscles of her throat around the thick shaft invading her throat.

The continuous intense sucking sends Azula over the edge quicker than she’ll admit.

Nai swallows every drop of cum, she always does. She eases Azula out of her throat, licks to make sure it’s all clean and nice. She gets up, smelling like an alpha needing of release soon. However, at least she understands that making Azula ever more late to her training isn’t good.

The princess reaches to one of Mai’s flowing sleeves: “Meet me later.”

“Will you let me fuck you?”

“Maybe I will. We will see.”

Azula knows she will, at least when they do that, she can fully ignore other thoughts, not that Mai needs to know that.

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hiddenobject-fanblog · 11 months

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His Soul (Chapter 6)

Morbid Obsession

Summary: After saving the abducted collectors, you were trusted with Curioso's box. What seems like a dangerous possession slowly turns into an opportunity to learn more about this creature and his curse. Can you earn his trust, and possibly, his affection?

Pairings: Curioso/Reader, Curioso/The Detective

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Panic flooded your entire being. Your heart was racing as you stood to your feet and climbed back up the steps, frantically looking around for any sight of the newly-freed jester. It was incredibly easy for Curioso to conceal himself if he so wished to - he could teleport anywhere he wanted and reduce himself down to his mask and mouth if desired. This was why you’d been so terrified of losing your grip on him…it would be like catching lightning in a bottle to get him in that box again.

When he escaped Andrew Collins, he had broken the box and hidden the pieces. Your grip on the item tightened as you refused to return it back in the backpack - knowing it was your only tool for containing him again. It was a leverage you needed and couldn’t afford to lose.

“Curioso! Where did you go?” You tried the locked doors in the hallway again and made an aggravated noise when they still wouldn’t open. “You made a promise ! You said you wouldn’t try escaping again–”

“Is it really escaping if *I* wasn’t the one who let myself out?” His voice sounded from above you. You looked at the ceiling but failed to find him. It sounded like he was everywhere all around you at once. Damn parlor tricks. “Don’t worry, Detective..! Now that I’m free, I can look around for you much easier.”

Your stance faltered. How could you believe he was doing as he promised if he wasn’t in your sight? He could be doing anything anywhere at this second. At least you could still hear him…that meant he must still be somewhere in the house. Right?

“That wasn’t what we agreed to,” Your voice was weak. You realized how little power you had in this situation. Maybe he could bend to your word? “We made a promise that you would stay in this box!”

“If I recall, all I declared was that I wouldn’t TRY to escape, and I would help you. You’ll let me fulfill my promise, won’t you?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but had little to say to that. He was…technically right. You never made any explicit rule that he HAD to stay in the box, since you believed there was no way he could get out to begin with. You had to accept defeat in this circumstance. You could only hope for the best and that he wouldn’t somehow…teleport away and never come back.

“Alright, if you want to help me, then open one of these doors.” You walked up to one and knocked on it gently with your knuckle. “I need to find that missing puzzle piece so we can reach the basement. If there’s a special lock on it like that, it’s probably important.”

“One moment..!”

You played his game and waited by the doorway, sighing as you realized your position now. Was this how the rest of the investigation would play out? Asking things of Curioso and just * hoping * that he would do them? It felt a lot less safe than having him on your back. You made a firm decision to have him back in that box the moment you could.

The doorknob suddenly twisted and the door opened loudly on its hinges, scaring the living daylights out of you. You know you just asked Curioso to open it, but you didn’t really EXPECT that to happen. You had to stand there catching your breath before taking a step inside. It was the study of the house, with an attractive desk and display of guns on the wall behind it. There was a bookcase, a closet, and a red chaise inside. Your attention went to the closet first, searching for a safe or any clue of some kind.

“You’re welcome~” Your jester partner teased. He sounded like he was right behind you this time, but when you whipped around, nobody was there. You were starting to get annoyed. He clearly knew he had the upper-hand and was flaunting it in your face.

“Where are you right now?”

“Searching the house. Finding useful things.” This time his voice was clear. You looked up and found his face embedded on one of the coats. “I’m making speedy progress..!”

“Are you, now?” You grunted, standing to your height and checking the rest of the room. You couldn’t exactly do much while he was just a face, so you weren’t going to pay him much mind.

“Yes. Remember how I suspected Sophie is in a cult? This all seems to match the profile, don’t you think? A hidden house, with guns and trophies…degrees and expensive decor. I’m still wondering how they’ve managed to use magic to hide all of this.”

“Are you an expert or something?” You asked while you searched the drawers of the desk. Nothing much useful – until you found a key in the top right compartment. You grinned in satisfaction.

“I’m well-familiar with it.”

You eagerly turned out of the room and started trying it in the other locks. You had no success until the last door you tried. It opened upon your command, and you were faced with a standard restroom. The hope drained from your eyes as your shoulders slumped.

You quirked your eyebrow. “Seriously? Who locks a bathroom?”

“Someone who has something to hide in it.”

You weren’t sure you appreciated Curioso’s commentary, but it was comforting to hear at the same time, to know he was still with you. You opened the medicine cabinet and noted the amount of things inside - a surreptitious collection of non-prescribed medication, several painkillers and bandages. There was a god-awful amount of chloroform and other sleep-inducing agents, which added to your wariness. It was suspiciously too much for even a family to own.

The bottles of bleach you found under the sink didn’t comfort you in the slightest. You decided to move on before you looked too much into it - having the faintest feeling that you wouldn’t like it if you did. You continued surveying the rest of the house, picking up small tools like a pocket knife and a screwdriver. You never knew when you’d need them, and since no one was home, you’re sure no one would miss them.

You were in the middle of flipping through the pages of a book when Curioso’s voice interrupted you.

“Detective, you’re never going to believe what I found.”

His tone was what caught your attention. He spoke quietly but urgently, like there was an important matter he had to speak with you. When you looked up, the jester himself had finally made his physical appearance - leaning down towards you so his head was above yours. It almost seemed like he was about to whisper a secret in your ear.

Your instincts acted faster than your mind did, and you reached for the box you’d set aside for the time being. Curioso’s mouth extended like he was about to say something, but you were already pointing it in his direction. Biting your lip, hoping, praying , that he would be sucked inside and contained once again.

..And in the second that nothing happened, it dawned on you. You’d never actually… captured him in the box by yourself. All you did was reassemble the thing, and he was the one who had reached out and grabbed you. He teleported to see you inside afterwards, giving you the impression that he still had his freedom at the time. You were only released after winning the fateful game for your soul, where his had finally been sealed inside.

Maybe it needed to be said aloud - like a verbal command, instead of a literal one.

You exclaimed, “Curioso, since your soul is mine, I want you to get back in the box!”

And to your utter amazement…that worked .

The box sprang to life and opened itself, ever willing to receive its prisoner again. Curioso had no chance to object before he was reduced to a pink and blue mist before your eyes, which flew into the opening and was closed tightly once it was inside. The box felt heavier in your hands. You were confident you had him in your possession again.

The sound of something falling onto the floor caught your attention. When you looked in front of you, you found what Curioso must’ve been holding before - which was the missing piece to the puzzle on the door of the basement. He must’ve been in the middle of handing it to you before you pulled the box on him.

You paled. The silence was heavy as you stood there and your friend did not say a word.

“You…found the missing piece?” You asked dumbly. After getting no response, you leaned down and grabbed the small square-shaped piece, confirming that it matched the rest of the puzzle. “Where did you find it?”

“WHY did you do that!?”

Curioso sounded extremely angry - which must’ve been an understatement to how he was actually feeling. You shivered hearing such a tone for the first time. He’d never been truly upset with you before…just disappointed in giving his soul away, knowing he was trapped again after having his freedom.

You struggled for words. “I….um.”

How could you explain what you did? He was going to give you what you needed, what you asked for and couldn’t obtain yourself in time. You had no good reason to trap him again so soon. And now that you did, he was no longer outside to help you like he had been doing. You felt incredibly ashamed but also a little defensive about it. It was never planned for him to be outside the box, so he must’ve known that you intended on returning him there. It was just…a little sooner than you both thought.

“Thank you, for getting the piece.” You managed numbly, returning the box into your backpack. “You did a lot more than I thought you would.”

Again, the jester said nothing. You were already feeling guilty, so you shook off the situation and moved forward - returning to the basement you’d been at before and putting the piece into its position. It was a pretty elaborate puzzle that was going to take some of your time, but you knew you would solve it with no issue. You’ve had plenty of practice with these. A part of you felt proud when you finished a few minutes after, and the door opened with a satisfying click !

“Before you go in there,” Curioso warned behind your ear, still not sounding quite pleased. “ You should know that someone here has a morbid obsession.”

“-Morbid obsession?” You repeated.

“The worst I’ve seen.”

You waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. Your eyes traveled the floor before continuing forward. Some part of you was hesitant after what he just said. A morbid obsession? Did he mean something like Raymond or Nancy’s fixation, or something worse than any of what you’ve seen at Andrew Collins’ house?

You held your breath as you descended the stairs, preparing yourself for whatever was coming.

It was worse than you could’ve thought.

The sight had shaken you, and you were itching to leave already. The people who inhabited this house were either awfully grim or this really was a messed up cult like Curioso had been guessing. Either way, you were not pleased to see the unconscious bodies hidden down in that basement, nor to find where the other victims had actually been. It was hard to wrap your head around, thinking that the woman you tailed in your car a couple days ago took part in whatever practices were going on here.

You brushed a stressed hand through your hair as you paced down the hallway. What were you supposed to tell Brianna? That her wife was mixed up in kidnapping people?

You tried asking Curioso about what you saw, but he was playing the silent treatment again. You wished he would let go of his grudge and talk with you…you desperately needed his input right now. Just thinking about it yourself was driving you mad.

“I can’t believe it,” You shook your head, sucking in a breath as you reluctantly turned back to the basement door. “Is this why they hid the house? So no one could find the bodies?”

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“Curioso,” You pleaded desperately. You couldn’t get him to stop talking before. “Please. Tell me about what you found.”

A few moments passed before his voice returned. “I was going to share my observations with you, Detective. But you trapped me before I could.”

“Look, I’m sorry about that,” You apologize meaningfully, taking the box out so you could look at him properly. “If I had known what you were about to give me, I would’ve never-”

“-And that’s the issue, isn’t it?” He spat out spitefully. You winced at the ferocity with which he spoke. “You told me I’m the one who needs to earn your trust, but clearly you have none for me.”

You were tense, completely on edge with this argument. “I know. But you got out when you weren’t supposed to-”

“That wasn’t my fault. Everything that was down there released me. Someone’s obsession with collecting and experimenting on bodies…Detective, these people inject their victims with terrible things. And if they get sick, or if they are of no use to them, then they kill them.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“The guns. The custom ‘hunting’ awards and trophies. The bullet holes in those victims…what else do you think was going on?”

You held your tongue. You were only at the point in your investigation of making your first theories. You hadn’t been making as much observation as Curioso - who was probably in many places at once doing and reading different things. It shocked you how quickly he had solved this entire case while you’d been fumbling around elsewhere.

You felt embarrassed and, quite frankly, somewhat inferior. You swallowed down these insecurities. “We need to call the police. Have them run an investigation of their own…and apprehend these people.” A troubled expression grew on your face. “I just can’t believe Sophie was part of all of this. The way Brianna talked about her…she sounded so nice.”

“She might’ve been deceiving her. Or maybe she’s under the control of somebody else - we still don’t know who was hiding this place.”

“You’re right.” You scrunched your nose up in thought. “Should we look more into this to find out who it is?”

“You can do whatever you want, Detective. My assistance is over with.”

“Curioso-”

The box turned dark, his voice and presence now long gone.

#whispered secrets morbid obsession #whispered secrets: morbid obsession #His Soul #curioso x reader #curioso #hidden object #hidden object game #big fish games #fanfiction #little warning that this chap has...a morbid topic #it came to my attention that quite a bit of hopas have dark subjects them #curioso's game included

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