#you chose to look at your circumstances or the pet's need and you chose to make sure they went somewhere right for them

[frogspawned]

anyone who has ever had to re-home a pet. you chose to look at your circumstances, or your pet's needs, and you chose to make sure they went somewhere right for them. you did good. i love you

[introloves]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

“allowed” is not a word toji is familiar with. hardly listening to those he has an inkling of respect for- he’s now barely tolerating a “hands off” rule implemented by his coach and you.

boxer! toji + dom! toji + man handling + orgasm denial (m! receiving) + pet names (angel, sweetheart, angel face) + rough sex + toji is a mean, evil man + toji mocks you + mating press + messy sex + reuniting sex + cream pie + overstimulation + size kink + humilation + teasing during sex + praise + f! reader

— word count; approx 6k

there had always been one rule to your relationship with toji when his season was in play. dynamics changing just a bit, because the one rule wasn’t imposed by him; but by coaches- his team advising the best course of action to ensure that he would come out victorious season after season.

and that was; absolutely, under no circumstance- was toji allowed to cum.

you could remember the first time that rule was introduced, naive and innocent to the world of this sport. mouth popping open in surprise when his coach stepped next to you, having decided to join toji on one of his practice sparrings for the first time.

the line of questioning felt odd, wondering why his coach looked over at you with a known smile- like he knew what was going to be said would spark some surprise.

“he’s a beast, huh.” spoken while looking at you from the side of his eye- watching while you squeezed both hands together, trying to calm the uneven thumping in your chest when every heavy swing was directed towards your man.

“mhm.” you nodded, lip hurting from the way your teeth dug in nervously, trying hard to keep your focus on the older man standing next to you while staring at toji.

“i wouldn't worry too much, sweetheart.” he assured, speaking up to let the men know it was a good time to take a break. toji looking over past the ropes at you two with interest, hooking heavy arms against the cords to rest for just a bit, sweat clinging onto the black tee he chose to wear during practice. throwing his coach a pointed look with an arched eyebrow- zeroing in on your sweet face, sending you a wink.

stomach flipping with the cocky attitude that emanated from him in waves, now more with the fact that an angel had their eyes on him.

“you two remind me of when i was younger.” the man chuckled. throwing a rag over his shoulder and turning to face you dead on. “in love, yeah? i can see it.” he mumbled, trying to find the right wording.

“passions high, things get… intense real easy, right?” the coach spoke, after seconds of looking pained by just forming the words leaving his mouth.

finally breaking over the focus you had on your boyfriend- trying to keep the burn down from the way he chose to throw compliments at you, whistles and pet names- even during his precious breaks. your eyes looked at the man next to you, crossing your arms in confusion and interest at what he was telling you.

“yeah?” you answer, inquisitive, trying to find what you had missed to be asked this.

“well, with the season starting- i gotta advise you two to… take a step back. i'm sure he hasn’t told you that there’s absolutely no sex before his matches, right?”

a singular squeak left you, pinching your lips together- the curious stance slowly turning into crossed arms and a burning face. looking over at toji briefly, glancing at his pumped biceps, the sweat trickling down his neck, and the kisses he was blowing you before swinging his head back and laughing into the gym knowing what was being spoken about given your shocked expression. you wanted to strangle him, preferred if this came from your loving boyfriend's mouth, rather than a man old enough to be your grandfather.

“no. he didn’t tell me.” you almost whined, trying to keep composure in the face of the only man toji took any sort of direction from.

he could only shrug.

“it's a conversation you and the boy need to have, take him home- sweets.” the man said, stepping up into the ring and calling over the other man sparring against toji, giving you an opening to snatch your boyfriend away.

“toji.” you whine, walking over to his corner- stepping over the rags and bottles littering the ringside, trying to keep your pout down to a half hearted smile while you looked up at him.

“yeah, angel?” he hummed, crouching down to try and steal kisses from you- quickly discarding the gloves in a messy heap against the ring floor. hands reaching down to cup your face closer to him the best he could with the wraps still on him. tongue eagerly licking against your teeth, biting down on the swell of your lower lip- nearly growling into every push. only discouraged from showing everyone in this gym who you belonged to when you choked out a small noise- embarrassment and heat mixing into a haze that felt heavy in your chest.

letting you go with a final suck of your lower lip, letting his tongue lick at his own- smiling proudly at the dazed look on your face. eyes lidded, face lax and swollen lips glossy.

“coach said we could leave.” you finally muttered out, stepping back with your arms crossed over your chest ‘cause you were foolish enough to let him get close and now you would have to suffer even more than you already were with the rule lingering at the forefront of your mind.

“yeah? i could still go a couple rounds...” toji murmured, looking back at his team- knowing what all this about. sending a frown at his coach, only to be dismissed with a wave.

“mmm, you don't wanna go home with me?” you wondered, sweetening your words- smiling when he huffed and nodded like there was ever going to be anything else he wanted more.

letting him off the hook for the time being for not telling you what was to come… or not to come and for god knows how long.

beginning the routine of putting his wraps away, grabbing a random rag and using that to freshen himself off a little for you- even though you liked him sweaty.

bruised hands, swollen and a little too hot- big and sturdy finding your own when he was finally done. taking you proudly through the front of the gym, like a pretty little trophy that he won all on his own.

and when the two of you were alone, happy enough to bask in his attention- laying pretty before him now that he had showered and changed into nothing but gray sweatpants that were held up by his hand while he walked towards you, peering down at you like he wanted something. eyes widening before you snapped them back up to his face when you saw the unmistakable twitch of his cock hanging heavy between his thighs.

it was almost too hard to cross your legs at your ankles- shaking your head between giggles that crawled up your throat. watching how he bent his body down over you, pressing your hand between his tits; remembering the words his own coach gave him.

“nuh uh, you gotta stay away- boss’s orders.” you murmured between trying to press your legs up between the two of you, back pressed down onto the bed while he grabbed at your ankle and tugged it up against his waist like it obviously belonged there.

toji scoffed, rolling his eyes- hot hands softened only a bit by the shower, rolling up your thigh. fingertips squeezing so hard it made you squirm.

you knew he hated the thought of being denied you, of being told what to do. but this came with the job, and you knew he couldn’t… you two, couldn’t afford to lose any matches. not like he could anyways, but still, you knew if he got too excited beforehand- he wouldn’t be able to put you down and from what you’ve read, it weakened them- men and those in his profession.

“sweetheart.” he mumbled right back when you finally squeezed your foot up against the middle of his chest and pushed, setting him back on his haunches before you. hands coming up to hide from him- not the smartest move on your end because in seconds he had crawled back up; this time using just a sliver of his freakish strength to set any effort aside. letting you know with the previous attempts- he had let you move him.

“nuh uh,” he mimicked right back, “if you’re not gonna let me touch- at least let me see you, angel baby.” toji breathed, pressing his scarred lips to the same hand he had pried from your face, breathing down onto it before dropping it. the weight of him pushing aside any offending limbs to curl down; lips hungry for any taste he could get.

passing them down over your throat and right above the swell of your chest- a kiss so tender it was nearly uncharacteristic of him; like he was apologizing to your body for not doing more.

“your loss.” he groaned before rolling off of you when your hands reached up for him- scorning you like it had been your decision; leaving you gasping and whining.

turning to fight with him before the sight of his hardened cock- straining against the gray sweatpants he had chosen to wear, stopped you. his gaze pinned to the ceiling instead of you, head cushioned by his hands. biceps curling and flexing like he was trying not to move.

shutting down any feeling of anger- seeing now, how much it weighed on him too.

easier to turn around- laying on your side away from him, face hot against your hand; a pout so deep it nearly hurt painted on your face. stomach dropping like it was all your fault- already lamenting about the complications of this.

all before toji slithered a hand against your side, bringing you right to him with no effort. cradling your body to his own, acting like his dick wasn't slotted between the two of you, groaning at the contact but taking no other action.

“this is going to be hell, ain’t it.” he wondered, nose finding purchase along the path he had pressed kisses to just seconds ago. like a dog licking a wound.

“mhm, ‘specially cause you think with your stupid dick.” you murmured- halfway giggling when you grabbed at his hand squeezing against your side rhythmically, bringing it up to hug; your own lips pressing soft passes over bruised skin.

feeling the hot breath of a sigh tickle down your back, trying to keep things light even when the sweetness you both approached each other with was charged.

“actin’ like you don't like it, princess.” toji smiled, teeth bared while a smile played on a face you couldn’t see. wrapping his arms around you further- a pass of his tongue up the nape of your neck causing the frantic wiggling of your body, whining when he didn’t let go.

“how long ‘til the match?” he wondered, speaking above your still kicking body in between barks of his own laughter when you couldn’t budge a singular inch off his hold.

sighing- rolling your eyes when you finally ceded, goosebumps crawling up your back; you went limp and sighed.

“two weeks.”

the next sound was that of a giggle from you when he let out a rather loud note of pure agony- something not like him at all; before scooping you into his arms, like he was trying to absorb your very being into his own, not noticing or saying a thing when the full weight of you nestled right on top his still throbbing cock.

and just to his dismay- the two weeks seemed to drag on. he wasn’t used to being denied your body, futile attempts to just sink the tip inside of you rejected night after night; even amidst the promises that,

“angel face- i swear it’ll be just the tip, won’t even cum, i swear it.” and maybe that would mean something if it was coming out of the mouth of anyone that wasn’t toji zenin.

having gone weirdly sweet when around you, especially after hours of sparring matches- pressing his face too hard into the curve of your neck. or feigning innocence when hands that always seemed to wander crept too close to the apex of your thighs.

his pout, ever prominent when you finally caught on and shifted away from him, trying to keep space so this exact thing didn’t happen. knocking blows to your own conviction, because it was so odd to see him beg and sulk- your man who always stood so tall, unwavering- and a bit mean at times, reduced to trying a compromise because he missed your cunt so bad.

but with the tension building- there was something like a secret being swapped between the two of you. a secret promise that every day would pass faster than the last- and before you two knew it; he was fighting.

the glory of it never waned, sitting ringside in your promised seat in his corner didn’t lose its weight. hands pressed into balls on top of your thighs while the cheering all melted together into one continuous roar.

the ringside walk took too long, but the actual fight itself didn’t. your eyes never leaving off of his form, the twinkling of overhead lights glittering off fractured drops of sweat while he moved about.

all show; knowing if he got close the fight would be as good as over. your own fingers pinched together while you watched, fingernails digging crescent moons into the soft part of your hands- holding your breath while he finally circled in, stepping close and letting just one fist swing upwards to the tired opponent. his coach sat next to you leaned in to congratulate you- as if you were the one who won before the man even fell down onto the vinyl.

acting like this was a dance between the two would have done a disservice to toji, he was dancing; the other man looked like he had been running for his life since he stopped foot inside the ring. your head coming forward to rest against your knees at the sound of the bell- signaling the fight was over.

standing with tears hanging heavy against your lashes while they toted toji about; the veins prominent on his curling biceps with every shake of his gloved fist- showing everyone who’s winning hands they belonged to. something like a smile and smirk playing on his lips when he looked down at you. a promise shared while everyone else was celebrating him.

holding breath after breath in your chest following a small reminder to breathe with every intake; he was yours, but the glory of having a man so hailed and adored by people never ceased.

step after step taking you to the locker room, standing still- nearly biting your fingers with unnecessary anxiety while waiting for him in the room powered by fluorescent lights.

waiting on him while others who wanted just a sliver of attention circled like sharks to fresh meat all the way to the same spot you stood.

too in your head to feel the warmed hands reaching for your upper arm, blinking away the haze and looking at him.

feet awkwardly moving from their previous perch on the solid floor, nearly tripping on the porcelain; exclaiming out something that sounded like his name, trying to remind him to treat you with more care, fragile in hands that still had adrenaline pumping through his very being.

but just like it was difficult for you to keep yourself from dissolving into a bundled mess of nerves, it was hard on him to not act on the all consuming lust growing with each passing second, bypassing any necessary interviews or just plain praise spat in his direction- he had you. it was all he was going to need for tonight.

driven by the single thought, he didn’t stop until you were pressed down into the corner where he had shoved his bag and clothes toji had walked in here with; sweats and a too tight black shirt. hands braced against either side of the metal locker; caging you in, already dizzy with the smell of sweat and a metallic twist.

eye’s wandering down to his body at the thought that this could be his blood.

“whose blood?” you questioned, trying to keep lucid- even while pinned back against the wall, hands roaming down swollen muscles. veins thrumming with heat after taking the ring.

smelling nothing but him and a sickly metallic tang that flipped your stomach over- trying to keep your hands innocent when all you wanted to do was dig in and pull him into you.

damn the eyes still pinned to his back, even while his body crowded yours. no one would look at you if he had any saying in it, and with the adrenaline still coursing through him- he had half the mind to grab your legs and hitch them over his shoulder just to prove a point.

“the other guy’s. but you knew that.” toji stated and it was true; but there was still a part of you searching to make sure none of it was his. even words heavy with discontent- not with you, never, but with the fact that he wanted you and couldn’t do anything about it. not yet.

you nodded, tears already dotting your lash line with how long it had been since you had him, and now all that was left was to wait just a little bit.

“take me home, toji.” you whine, shaky hands leaving a trail of clean skin over the blood splattered on him before wrapping your fingers into his wet hair- tugging on the strands eagerly. lips brushing over the curve of his jaw, breathing down onto his chest. tasting something like sweat and blood, nose scrunching at the thought that he was marred in any capacity. but you knew it wasn’t his, any scrape was miniscule- bruised stomach and side, the areas where his opponent briefly made contact would be gone by tomorrow.

“ah, fuck.” toji groaned, looking up at the lights of the locker room- stomach tensing with pool of lust simmering in his stomach, knowing he would have to calm down, if only a little, if they were ever going to make it out of there.

and when he felt like he could breathe once more, when the tight coil of pure arousal waned enough for him to gulp down lungfuls of air- toji took you home.

stopping for just seconds to grab his check and eagerly pulling you behind him, catching glances of you while he turned around. spoiled and greedy with the sight of you giggling at how eager he was, making you feel just that more special.

it felt like an eternity before you were tugged over the threshold, hands reaching for you before the door closed. body arching down to meet your pouty lips- hungry for you like he's never been before.

denied of you for what was too long- it all came to a halt.

cock pressed against the material of flimsy sweatpants, it begged to have you. pulling away for seconds to actually breathe, toji reached down to pinch your face, tilting your gaze up at him. watching you blink away tears and fit tiny fingers into the space of his palm and your chin, wanting to stop with all the pretense, the wait- the swelling of want.

“toji.” you whined, lips puckering against the dimpling of your cheeks thanks to his fingers still pressing in.

acting like he was mad at you for not giving in, like all of this was your fault- eyes watching to see the simmering lust he had grappled with for nights, and days between when it had been allowed.

the singular word leaving a sour note on his tongue- “allowed”. he was toji zenin- ‘allowed’ was a word that had never pertained to him, and it never would be.

leaning in to grab at you again, like a doll he could have his way with. the sweetest reward for waiting, digging in with extra force with that simmering anger that was flipping back and forth from his stomach to chest, a slip of just how strong he was.

knew it was hard on you too- could feel it late at night when you thought he was asleep to helplessly stick fingers inside, too spoiled and used to what he gave that it wasn’t enough. let you think he was asleep because when you tried and ultimately failed- it did something to him.

hearing you try to stifle whines, hide from him by curling into a ball right next to his heated body. attending to yourself in a hopeless attempt and knowing nothing could compare to him.

his lips peeled back into something that resembled a smile, black tresses of his hair stuck onto his forehead and tickling your own when he leaned in and kissed you.

tongue hot, and strong- it licked inside your mouth, swirled along the sides of your teeth, and stopped right in front of your lips.

caught between breathing and holding it in your burning lungs, treated like a victim of his- the unbridled strength he carried resting just beneath the surface.

you couldn’t tell if you were scared, it felt like it, but there was also a tinge of lust playing right next to it. but you just blinked through that tight grip of panic; it was okay to be scared sometimes, scary felt good with him.

a singular whine escaping between the captured air- bringing down that smile of his once more.

but it was softer, no longer tinged with that seething warmth.

toji blinked, and actually looked down at you- eyes focusing on different parts of what was right in front of him, lips pouty and painted glossy with his spit- fingers still dimpling the fat of your face, your own digits wrapped around his thick wrist in a feeble attempt to pry his hand off.

“cute.”

it felt mocking, like he could laugh at you any second for getting off on how he was treating you; it was so tempting to bite back that it was the same with him, he was getting off on humiliating you like this- holding you open to gaze down at the very chords of your being.

but you didn’t, you were *good* and toji knew that too- it’s why it was so easy to shift the hold of your face down to either side of your neck; fingers pressing into the thrumming veins settled right there. easy to let go once satiating the need to make it hurt, bringing his arms down to where your ass meets your legs to tug you up. letting you wrap your arms around his neck- dependable and strong enough to carry you with ease, trying not to bump into the edges of things while he looked up at you. taking seconds from this moment to simply press his face to the center of your chest, kissing you like you’d even feel it given the clothes keeping you away from him.

your own fingers moving from their hold to ensure you wouldn’t fall to the stray strands of hair littering the nape of his neck. liking the fact that it was getting longer- there was just something about his long black hair you found comfort in; liked it when he was wound down enough to let you run your hands through it- softening the edges of his being with your love.

thoughts of how sweet he was to you, and only you, interrupted when he finally made it into your shared space. unceremoniously dumping you down onto the bed like he wasn’t just adoringly looking up at you, knees dipping down against where your legs folded into your waist; dipping you down with how heavy and big he was. making a show in how slow he was to place his palms against either side of your face.

every movement calculated, like he was waiting for you to comment on the slow pace he’s chosen to take, and just like he thought. it didn't take long to look up at him, pout already forming on your lips.

“toji.” his name whined and already breathy, hands searching for anything that would tug him back up to you. needing him so much it hurt, the singular chord of need seemingly moving any limbs for a chance to entice him further. like he wasn't also panting and wanting.

dizzy when you looked away from his lidded eyes for just a second to see his sweats hanging lower than they had been seconds ago- the imprint of him heavy and low. eyes rolling to the back of your head with the wet lust pooling between your legs.

trying so hard to keep your body from squeezing down onto nothing, stomach clenching in its stead.

“toji.” named whined again, like he didn’t hear you the first time.

“talk to me.” you whimpered, trying to keep a creeping panic down. trying to worm itself up from the odd coil of lust mixed in- seeing him look down at you. jaw set and hands shaking; palms warm and rough against the round skin on the fat of your face. thumbs tracing the start of your hairline over and over- trying not to vocally grunt when the twitch of his cock was so forceful it knocked air from him.

he could only laugh, bringing the pads of his thumb down to swipe under your eyes.

“what do you want me to say, angel?” toji questioned, distracting you with the answer he knew you wanted.

too spoiled and needy, knowing you we’re nothing but a creature of want bundled up with a pretty bow and pleading eyes.

“want me to tell you how much i want you?” toji asked, bringing both hands- finally latching onto the waistband of your bottoms before tugging without restraint of his strength.

pulling you down with the force a good inch before leaning down and placing a kiss to your forehead.

“want me to tell you how i heard you touch that dangerous little cunt, every night? right next to me?” he hissed, remembering it all. tipping over the swirl of emotions settled deep into the pit of his stomach. brought forth with the adrenaline slowly waning, replaced by want.

a hand slipping between both of your bodies to cup at the heat he was just speaking on. pulling fingers away saturated in slick, smiling something sick before pressing his fingers to his lips.

canines glistening against the low light, prying out another uncontrolled spasm- hips jutting off the bed to plead better than any words you could stupidly come up with.

wet mouth coming down, those same teeth catching the soft skin under your ear, bucking once more- hips caught down with those hands of his. waiting for you to notice the heaviness of his cock, freed from any confines, painting lines of lust across the apex of your thighs.

“too sweet.” toji whispered, uncharacteristically, once more. teetering you over that small and tiny space he seemed to shove you in a moment's notice. nose tipping up to breathe, to catch any sort of lucidity you still held.

excitement pumping through your veins with every throbbing push of hot blood, you could see your heart beat now. could feel the swollen and equally hot cock head poke against your swollen little clit, nothing but jolts wrecking through your body with every passing second *he* was making you wait.

and toji was a sick, twisted man- letting you look at him and start another plea before finally pressing himself inside. physically feeling the contraction of your pussy before you relaxed, tears dotting your lashes. swallowing down his name with a cry when his swollen head popped inside, head pressed back into the bed to cry out nothing but his name over and over.

too dizzy to notice the way he picked up your limp legs, hooking them over the curve of his arms before coming back to you. trapping you, keeping you bundled up and tiny.

viscous, teeth gnawing against one another- toji groaned. adrenaline waning, dizzy in his own right, body strung up with nothing but physical strength.

thankful for his own power because the cunt squeezing around his cock so tight- he had to fight to fit inside seemed to sap any better judgment or mental fortitude.

“come on angel- your turn. you talk.” toji nearly bickered, trying to bring the focus back in your eyes. and since he was a sick, and mean man- he enjoyed seeing your face scrunch up, sucking in little breath after little, hiccuped breath.

knocking that focus clear off your face with pistoning thrusts so hard, the jolt itself tempered him through the thick fog of lust and pleasure. barking out something akin to a laugh and groan watching you shake your head and squish your nose up something cute.

how was he ever supposed to stop? how could he ask to keep his hands off you, when you received him so well- even now, while he bullied his cock into your already battered pussy all you did was shake your head back and forth and plead for him to give you more.

hands gripping onto the curve of muscle settled on top his bicep, anchoring yourself to the very thing knocking the wind and thoughts out of your body. feeling the push of your muscles against his hold on you, acting like you were-

oh.

toji has to bite down, gnash his teeth and breathe heavy tufts of air out of his nose to keep himself at least somewhat grounded. watching you twitch weakly, feeling you spray his wiry hair, and coat the sliver of cock that doesn’t fit inside of you with cum. hitching your legs further into the cradle of his arms while he fucks and fucks into you over and over.

“fuck.” the singular word spit out through his gritted teeth, balking with the fact that you came so easy. finding it unfair that you were so sensitive, you who was allowed to touch yourself. who was allowed the little moments of reprieve even if it might not have been with him.

he would have swallowed his pride for the time being, letting you do what you needed to get off.

but since toji is such a nasty, vile man. he knows that’s not true.

lips curling to smile down at you, like you did such a good job for him- making a show of grabbing the back of your knees, and pressing them further down onto the bed.

his eyes pinning yours down, like a wild animal sizing up their prey before pouncing. daring you to look away, wanting you to be the one who pushed through the hazy fog of burning overstimulation.

“that’s it.” he praises, despite what he’s putting you through, unrelenting thrusts, keeping you down small and unmoving underneath him he sees the way you’re slipping in deep. sharp smacks of his balls battering the curve of your ass that has been lifted an inch off the bed the only thing heard, apart from the sharp trills of your cries.

“please, please!” you cry, over and over- too dizzy to even pick your head back up, letting it roll to the side when he comes in close once more. tongue laving at the curve of your cheek, a simple gesture of comfort.

“my good girl. please what?” he asks, the vibration of his words reverberating against your clammy skin.

and toji never expects an answer, this is good enough- you do well enough in your own right to keep somewhat lucid while his thick cock throbs with every push inside.

it feels like an uphill battle from him too, watching every orgasm overtake your body- slowly eating away at the unshakable control he has over his own figure.

wonders why, after everything he’s done bad in his life, is he able to have a little piece of nirvana right here.

toji is gluttonous anyways, has always wanted more than what was offered- from you too. grits his teeth down so hard, even through the haze you can see the vein working its way down his thick neck.

holding off just for one more, one more orgasm from you, pretty little thing.

coaxes it out of you with those snapping hips- thick cock noisily sliding in and out of you with no remorse for the integrity of your walls. battering you into something soft and malleable, shaping the figure of his cock into your tummy.

you cum again, weak- sensitive. barely able to distinguish what hurts and what doesn’t, whole body shuddering in the midst of his strong hold. squeezing around him, beckoning him closer and closer.

in the end it’s worth it, letting yourself get used by him to watch the way he tips his head back- looking at the ceiling of your room before tremors wrack his own body. lips open while he pants out the singular-

“fuck! fuck-“ over and over, sealing himself against you with one last thrust. digging in as much as he can to make sure you take it all- make sure his cum is well received inside of the same walls still trying to push out his unrelenting cock.

and you feel so full, warm and shaky while toji slowly gains his own bearings- having gone limp long ago, waiting for him to come back to you. shivering with every weak throb his cock gives you, like he’s trying to push out every last bit of cum he has for you. the heat simmering low in your very being.

“pretty thing.” toji finally breathes- relieved. whatever pent up energy left now forming into nothing but pure adoration for you. something he had never felt before. coming to him as naturally as all the other mean, vile, nasty tendencies he has.

letting you whine like a little puppy while he lets your legs fall back onto the bed. kissing you, teeth nipping at the curve of your tear stained cheek- lowly chuckling with how shaky hands reach for him. wondering if you know how ironic it is to be begging for the very being responsible for making a mess of you.

“toji.” it’s sweet, called out in a way he’s not used to hearing his name in.

“yeah angel, ‘m here.” he huffs, feigning like there’s effort in bringing himself down to hold you. strong arms used in a manner foreign to their creation- wrapping you up against him.

“you did good, cunt missed me that much?” he wonders out loud, catching a glance at the pool of cum trailing down the middle of your thighs. letting both of you lay in the messiness of it all- too indulgent to clean it off.

watching you nod, eyes heavy- bleary. fucked out like an angel created for just this. his own breathing ragged with the singular pout, feeling your hands grab as if he’d leave.

wonders how the fuck he’d ever get through next season, and the season after that. knowing temptation itself holds its form in the shape of you, right here with him.

toji kisses you- trying to make you the singular thought in his mind. letting you rest before he puts you through it again and again, a creature of indulgence in his own right.

knowing he wants it all; victory and your very being. wonders how you drift off so easy with a man like him looking over you.

[visionsofmagic]

day 6: roronoa zoro [cock warming]

࿓ synopsis • you ask to zoro whether he needs any help or not, and in return, he makes you sit on his cock so that it can get warm while he’s sleeping.

―❦ nsfw, opla!zoro, f!reader, reader is being needy & brat, pussy slapping, pet names, teasing, swearing, ‘is all! • 1.2k • a man that takes all my attention to himself in an instant in every type of universe; live action, manga, and anime. I chose to write for la!zoro version ‘cause why not? enjoy, hope I did everything right! [kinktober m.]

“stop moving, you're distracin' me.”

his deep voice cuts your actions of trying to stay still on his lap, adjusting your position so that your numb legs will fix, but, the struggle causes your pussy to clench around his length because of sudden movement which ends up by earning an unsteady thrust. looking at his face, hands gripping the collar of his sleeve, you see his closed eyes, trying to continue the nap he’s taking in the middle of the day.

 “sorry –“ you say, smiling innocently knowing he cannot see, “I didn’t mean to, it’s just –“ you try to find a solid word to describe the situation you’re in now but the weight of lust running through your pussy takes your brain away, wanting to break free, letting yourself go and wasting the last thirty-four minutes waste, waking zoro up, being a greedy brat – only to make him not sleep, instead, fuck you. “so much.”

you can’t bring yourself to say what you’re thinking aloud – just fuck me already! Just move this thick cock and fill me up! – pathetic.

you’re here, sitting down on his cock, warming it, being useful.

the moment of the morning came into your mind; the crew went to bring food and new clothes to the ship, and when they left, only you and zoro were on the ship, you said ‘I wanna be useful for you’ because he’s still healing and you wanted to help – anything, you added, which was a bad idea – maybe, it wasn’t that bad though.

zoro, being a greedy boyfriend even if he tries to hide it, decided to make you a useful one – for his damn cock – to warm it up!

“so much?” he teases you, taking you back to reality, making the sensation on your pussy grow bigger each passing time, moving his hips, acting as if he just adjusts his position like you did minutes ago – only this time, it’s an act – to try you, seeing how much you can handle this. folding his arms, he opens his eyes slowly, an eyebrow is raised, questioning, “what’s so much? I even didn’t begin to fuck you, did I, doll?”

opening your legs wider, challenging him, a whimper leaves your mouth yet zoro doesn’t show any sign of being greedy to fuck you – oh, what self-control!

but you’re not done yet. “it seems you will never do,” you say, shrugging, hands on his shoulder building up to his neck, playing with the hair on his neck – the most breathtaking man you have ever seen – he’s so beautiful that you would beg anytime now but you should try first – to break him into the point in which he will let himself go and move his hips. “I know I am here for the help – to warm your cock,” you point to the sight in front of him – your pussy beautifully covering his thick cock, wetness that comes out of you soaking his veined length. “am I helping?”

opening his arms, he puts them behind his head’s back instead as he leans to the wall of the chair you’re sitting on – eyes travel from your tight pussy to your face, meeting with your innocent smile and sparkling eyes.

“u-huh,” he says, trying to understand where you’re heading with this question, because he knows you well enough to realize you want him to move, yet stubborn and prideful to beg, not until the right moment which zoro waits to arrive. “warming my cock so well that I can feel you dripping into it – hot.”

nodding to him, heat rushes to your face at the sudden compliment, making you gain a confident manner, and continue on with your act; being a fucking brat, using his jealousy to achieve your goal – you would feel bad under other circumstances but not today, not when you want him to devour you – he’s hard to resist, and you’re so greedy to be a good girl.

“anything for my crewmate,” not boyfriend – a crewmate. it takes his attention, eyes on your face, daring you to go on with piercing gazes, jaw getting tight, straight face expression that screams danger. it only turns you on further. “I will make sure to provide my service to the captain as well than because he can need – agggh – zoro –!”

your words are cut by him; raising your body up a little until his tip releases you, and then, without missing a heartbeat, putting it down on his length, thrusting into your dozy pussy, earning a scream out of your mouth.

holding his shoulder tightly, you try to stay in balance while he keeps doing that without any particular rhythm and steadiness so that you get cockdumbed mind right away – all dizzy, just moaning, feeling him shoving his dick into you, balls hitting the ass – finally!

“is this what you wanted, brat?” he asks, hands open your skirt by damaging its buttons, nearly tearing it apart, cupping the breasts through the fabric of your bra before letting them watch how they bounce in sync with your body, raising up and down on his cock with more rapid pace now – devouring you – the things you wanted for a long time. “want me to break that pussy, pretty doll – ohhh – uhmm – y/n – you – you will fuckin’ get it!”

his hands are positioned on your waist, looking down, seeing your clit getting wider with each of his hard and strong thrusts, warming it with all the juices you make – you literally soak now, close to the edge, and zoro smirks at you the moment he hears the crew entering the ship.

his possessive and rough side takes control of his mind – his soul as he picks you up, you already begin to beg for him to put his cock inside, pleases coming out of your parted pink lips that you bite so hard. you let him turning your body, abdomen touching the surface of the bed, cock’s tip resting on the entrance of your pussy, then, he slaps it with his dick, a hand finds your neck, putting your face down onto the pillow – his body hovering behind you as your ass gets higher and higher.

it feels so vulnerable to be in this position as if you’re his own fucktoy to play with, and you can’t deny the fact that even the thought of it can make you cum in an instant.

“zoro – aggh – I –“ you try to say when his dick slaps your clit once again, your body jumps – feeling both shy and shameless at the same time but he cuts you out, cock enters you in one go, jolting your body forward.

“cut it. you don’t want to waste your breath now, you will need it when I make you scream my name enough to make all the crew hear it,” he chuckles – the rings of danger echo inside your head, making you look behind and see him; standing on his knees, eyes on your face, a smirk is visible that gives chill down to your spine at the sight – his glory has one meaning – is that he will not leave this room until others – and your brat brain understands only he can have you like this.

“will make sure everyone knows who’s fuckin’ you day and night, including you, you dumb doll. should’ve learned it sooner, but, I’m always open to teaching you how to be a good fuckin' girl for me.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear *cuties*

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Post-He Chose You ficlet Pt. 1

Warnings: Random inspiration based on a post I made yesterday about Lucifer’s jealousy. Pt. 2 will be attached smut for Lucifer/Reader.

*** “This evening has been a violent delight, my dear!” Alastor took your hand in his, sidling by so that he could lean in and plant a kiss on your hand while still keeping Charlotte secure and hanging off his neck on the other side. “We simply must do this again! And soon!”

Your expression didn’t change, despite the minute surprise you felt at the gesture. You supposed it was part of his southern gentleman facade, and there was no reason to make a scene out of something so innocuous. Even if he did linger a moment longer than necessary.

Charlotte gaped at the display, tiny mouth in the shape of an ‘o’. At a glance, you could see her thinking hard about it, her little claws slowing down in their relentless petting of Alastor’s hair, and you made a mental note. Given the circumstances, this was likely the first time Charlie had ever seen a man who wasn’t her Dad touching her Mom.

“YES! VIOLENTLY DELIGHTFUL!” The sudden boom of your husband’s normally dulcet voice caused both you and your daughter to jump.

Lucifer came stomping over the foyer, eyes ablaze while he snatched a squeaking Charlotte up from Alastor’s arms and outright shoved Alastor back. His pearly fangs were bared in an enraged snarl, in contrast to Alastor’s manic grin that only widened at the tough treatment.

“But I’m afraid it’s over and that means you go now. So go, go, go!” Lucifer’s words were a jumbled mess as he continued to muscle the overlord toward the magically-opened door.

“Oh my! But I didn’t even get to wish dear Charlotte goodnight!” Alastor said in a voice colored by laughter. He was turned about, halfway out the door with the Devil at his back like an angry bull, with Charlotte having graduated from being held in her father’s arms to raised and wrapped in his windingly long tail.

“Not a problem! She doesn’t need your goodnight — probably won’t even remember you by morning! And neither will we!” Lucifer managed to get the taller demon out the door (or at least Alastor had finally stopped leaning over him like Lucifer was a rest post). “Now, Get Out!”

The command was punctuated by the slamming of the door and the reverberation that had manifested from the King’s ire. He huffed and puffed, streams of smoke siloing out of his slotted nostrils as Alastor’s muffled laughter could be heard just outside.

You had remained rooted to the floor throughout the display, blinking and bewildered. Your gaze was drawn to Charlotte, still held aloft behind her father’s back with her little legs dangling, and you sighed. You walked over to the pair with a straightened spine.

“Lucifer.” You snapped.

Your husband spun around, inadvertently pulling Charlotte out of reach again. She whined in his grip, reaching for you while Lucifer himself looked back and forth between you two as the haze of madness cleared from his eyes.

Charlotte’s grabbed for you as Lucifer’s tail wilted, and she practically leapt into your waiting arms. Lucifer watched at she hid against your chest with a crestfallen expression on his face.

“Wait, I —” He reached out for you both.

You stared him down only a moment longer before swiftly turning on your heels.

—

You held Charlotte close when she began to cry in your arms, soothing her with a gentle rub against her back as she practically dug herself into your body.

“Why’re you crying, baby?” You murmured, nuzzling the top of her head. The little princess only cried harder. “Did Daddy scare you?”

The nod from Charlie was a bit difficult to distinguish from her emphatic trembling, but you’d been getting better at understanding your own daughter.

“Oh Sunshine,” You sighed. “He didn’t mean it. I promise you he didn’t.”

The walk to Charlie’s room was a journey, but you’d been down these halls so many times that you’d come to the door earlier than expected. Your daughter had clung to you the entire way like a baby lemur, crying in the safety of your arms.

“Why did Daddy make Allie leave?” Charlie mumbled against your collarbone when the worst of her sobs had subsided.

“Ohhh,” You shook your head while pulling out the plush comforter and taking a seat on the edge of Charlie’s bed. “He’s probably just tired. Sometimes Daddy acts a little silly when he’s tired.”

You gently set the little girl down, a lump forming in your throat as Charlotte looked up at you, confusion still apparent.

“And you know when Daddy is silly, he likes to keep us close.” You tickled under her chin. “Otherwise he’ll lose his head, and we’ll have to put it back on for him again.”

“And Alastor’s never seen that; it might scare him!”

Charlie’s giggle was like magic, as was the scrunch of her little dotted nose that you leaned in to kiss.

“I don’t think anything could scare Al.” Your daughter whispered conspiratorially, still lingering on you in spite of the brief loss of tension.

You continued to sweep errant golden strands of hair from Charlie’s face, lightly plucking away what had gotten stuck in tear tracks . “Maybe, but you never know…”

—

It was sometime later, when Charlotte had been sufficiently tucked into her powdery-pink bed after being read and sung to, that you strode back out into the hallway.

There you heard the distant sound of music coming from your own bedroom. Even at a distance, you could tell it was too clear and rich to be coming from yours and Lucifer’s antique radio.

With another deep sigh, you headed that way, slowing down just enough to take some of the pins out of your hair. Hopefully your husband hasn’t gone so far as to throw the radio away purely out of association.

Lucifer had played for you before, on a variety of instruments. And while it might’ve given you second-hand embarrassment if any other guy tried to sit you down and have you listen to him fool around with a guitar or piano, with Lucifer it was a treat rather than an chore.

Even now, as he drew a bow across the strings of his fiddle to create a slow, clearly melancholy tune, your body deflated slightly.

Your husband was lost in the music, but you wondered how long it had taken him to fully surrender to it. He looked terrible disheveled from his tousled blond hair to the way his forearms, now free of the confines of his overcoat and gloves, flexed on and off. His posture was poor but his torso and shoulders were tightly coiled and fit to snap.

The carpet under your padded feet dampened the sound of your approach, to the point where you merely ghosted over Lucifer’s shoulders with a delicate hand. Thankfully, your worry that you’d startle the already clearly frazzled King proved unnecessary. He merely stopped playing, arms falling to his sides.

“She hates me now, doesn’t she?” Lucifer stated with a hung head, refusing to turn and look at you even as he leaned into your surer hand soothing his shoulder.

“Charlie will never hate you.” You replied. “I doubt there’s any room in her heart to hate anyone or anything, least of all her Dad who she knows loves her more than anything.”

Lucifer looked over his shoulder at you, anxiety still clearly eating away at him, though he tried to smile.

“She was very understanding when I explained how you were just being silly, actually.” You offered.

“Well that is true.” Lucifer’s laugh was one note and too watery for your liking. “I am silly. A silly old fool, really…”

He gripped your hand, thumb stroking over your knuckles.

“Do you hate me?” His voice was small. Earnest. Afraid.

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Need You (18+)

I honestly cannot believe how much the last three have taken off, it's actually fucking mindblowing. Thank you guys so much!!!!!!!

Warnings: Fluff and smut, blood drinking, we love Astarion in this household, mentions of Cazador

He loves her. After everything that’s happened and everything they’ve done, he loves her. They held each other all the way from the cemetery back to the camp. It was truly the best night since being back in Baldur’s Gate for her. They could forget that the outside world existed and just focus on each other. They could forget about her parents or Cazador. There was a peace to the night. There was a peace to them. She had loved him for a while. She had loved him since the first night. And she was content to have him however he would let her. She was ecstatic when he told her he wanted them to be something real. She had always been more than patient with him. She had cried when he said he loved her. 

It was a deeply emotional night. They held each other, they cried. Astarion knew he had feelings for her at Moonrise. He knew he loved her when she faced down an Orthon in his name. But he was terrified. And then they stood in Cazador’s palace. She hadn’t hesitated to say he would have killed her if they had met under different circumstances. She hadn't hesitated to shove Cazador off a cliff. He had never known her to be malicious. But he could see the look in her eyes as she went toe to toe with a vampire lord. It was certainty. It was defiance. It was breathtaking. 

This was real. He had to remind himself of that more often than not. Tav could have had Gale or Halsin. Mizora or Shadowheart. Wyll or Lae’zel. Anyone. But she chose him. And as she laid before him, her once pale skin now a deep golden and most of the softness in her body gone, he couldn’t help the feeling but to own the rest of her. Something about her made him want to be possessive. Sure, they were in the far corner of the rooms they had rented and had more privacy than normal. But he wanted to make her scream. 

He sat on his knees, hands gently stroking her thighs. They hadn’t slept yet and the sun was creeping through the windows. They hadn’t even moved past kissing. Everything felt different now. It felt all the more important. She had the same look in her eyes from the first night. Except there was no hesitation. She loves him. Astarion leaned towards her, hovering over her. Piercing red eyes met blue ones. He didn’t kiss her. Instead he kissed her cheek. And then the other one. And then just below her ear, slowly making his way to the bite scars that finally formed on her neck. 

He could feel her thighs tremble just from the brief contact. And the way she bared her neck to him was more than heavenly. But he didn’t bite her. Not yet. This was going to last as long as he pleased. She whined when he only sucked the skin around the scars. “Do you trust me?”

His breath was warm against her skin. She wanted him to take her so desperately and he was only taking his time. It was such a simple question but she couldn’t form the words. She nodded vigorously.

“Use your words, pet.”

She whined again but could barely whisper her answer. “I do.”

He smiled against her neck before taking her hands and putting them above her head. “That’s my girl.” He moved quickly, making her grip the bed frame. “Do not move your hands until I say so, understood?”

Her body shook. He had her pinned underneath him and her clit throbbed. She nodded again. 

“Try again, my dear.”

“I-I understand.” He had barely touched her and she already knew that the second he did, she was done for. 

He sat back and watched the elf squirm under his gaze. “Gods, you’re beautiful.” His voice always did something to her. But a reverent whisper was more than her body could handle already. Her skin was flushed and her chest was heaving. He trailed his hands from her arms to her waist, fingers barely ghosting her skin. 

“Atsarion, please!” Tav could see the hunger in his eyes. It made her weak that she couldn’t tell if it was for her or her blood. She’d give him either.

He smiled at her. There was so much emotion in his eyes that neither of them were afraid to put a name to now. They would never be afraid again. He kissed her. A slow, powerful kiss. He kissed her like he needed her. He kissed her like he couldn’t live without her anymore.

He made his way down her body, peppering light kisses along her neck. It took him ages to get to her breasts. He swirled his tongue around her nipples before biting each one. Not hard enough to break skin but hard enough for her to know he could. Her gasps quickly turned into moans as she wriggled against him. And he just kept going lower, every kiss a small worship of her. Her legs had been spread to fit him between them. He started with her thighs, small gentle kisses while his other hand rubbed circles into the other. First the right one then the left. 

She was shaking. A slave to his touch and his touch alone. And she cried out his name as he sunk his fangs into her thigh. He felt her muscles tighten as he drank. He knew this wasn’t supposed to be a pleasurable experience. And yet she seemed to almost crave it. It was intimate and held the building blocks for everything they’ve become. He drank slowly, his eyes never leaving her face. Her grip on the headboard was slipping but she was trying so hard to keep her hands there. 

Once he stopped, he let blood trickle out of the wound. Quietly enjoying how easily she had given herself to him. He used his fingers to spread her cunt and watched her squirm even more. She knew he’d give her what she craved but she had been waiting for so long now. 

“Eyes on me, pet. I want to see those pretty eyes.” Was the only thing he said before buried his face in her cunt. He's found it hard to have any amount of restraint when it comes to her. 

"Gods, Astarion," was all she could moan. Her eyes were half hooded but she tried to keep them on the piercing red eyes staring back at her. She would never understand how he could be that amazing with his tongue and able to focus on her at the same time. 

Tav was better prepared for him now. She didn't need nearly as much prep as she used to. But her finishing on his tongue? On his fingers? Almost nothing compared to that. Almost. Seeing his cum dripped out of her after he's reduced her to nothing more than a babbling mess? That was truly heaven. And it was Astarion's sole goal right now.

She tried so hard to keep her eyes trained on him. She could barely keep her eyes open as he gave her clit a harsh suck. She cried out for him. Instead of using his fingers to stretch her out, he took a hand and smeared the blood on her thigh around her skin. He made sure to leave his handprint on her stomach. Something about that shoved Tav over the edge. She came with a scream, her body finally finding the release she had so desperately needed. "Astarion!" 

He took his hand away, sucking the blood off it. "You taste delectable, pet." He purred before sinking his teeth into her other thigh. She cried out again, her body reveling in the pain. He didn't drink as much, but he wanted to see her bleed. He wanted Tav to know who she belonged to. And she was all too eager.

"Atsarion, I need to touch you." She begged and he was very tempted to refuse her. To make her keep her arms there while he had total control and full reign of her body. But even he couldn't deny how much he loved having her hold him. To feel her wrap herself in him. 

"Alright, but I expect you to behave, love." He hadn't moved. Her hands tangled themselves in his curls as he dived back to her cunt. This time, he teased her hole with the tips of his fingers. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders and her back arched as he slipped two fingers inside. The grip she had on his hair was rough. It hurt. And yet, it just made him go harder. She was always so tender with him. Always so careful, almost like he was made of glass. It drove him wild when she lost control and let her body make the rules. 

"You're so-Gods-you're perfect." She gasped out and he hooked his fingers inside of her. It wasn't long before he was pumping his fingers in and out of her while tracing shapes on her clit. 

She gave his hair a harsh tug, pulling him towards her. She pulled until he was face to face with her again, his fingers still working on her cunt. Now his palm was grinding against her clit. There was a mix of blood and slick on his face. She pulled him in for a hungry kiss. The taste of copper and her on his lips caused her cunt to clench around his hand. She arched towards him, crying out his name yet again. 

“Astarion,” she held his face in her hands, “I need you. I can’t wait any longer.”

“After all this time, I thought I would have taught you what patience was.” His forehead rested against hers. 

“Stop teasing, please!” She gasped, her body desperately trying to find any source of friction against him. 

“Then use your words, pet.”

It wasn’t the first time he had used those exact words. But it was the first time she hadn’t answered. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist and managed to flip him onto his back. “I could show you.”

He grinned at her, “By all means,” he slipped an arm underneath his head. He watched Tav realize her position. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she tried to piece together what to do next. If she wanted control, he was more than happy to let her have it. Even if she had no idea what to do with it.

She straddled him, her cunt just a motion away from his cock. Her brain was reeling, was he really just letting her take over? What should she do now? She could take the easy way and impale herself on him. But he had spent so much time teasing her and making her crave him. Maybe she could do the same. She fit his cock between her cunt, not inside. She braced her hands on his chest and started to grind her clit against him.

Needless to say, Astarion was caught off guard. It was finally his turn to start writhing underneath her. It didn’t take long for him to throw his head back. Tav always thought he looked so pretty with his chest heaving and his skin flushed. And he was even prettier covered in blood. The blood from her thighs was a stark contrast on his pale skin. She didn’t consider herself a dark person or someone that enjoyed the darker parts of pleasure. Yet, when it came to him, she craved it. 

His hands flew to her thighs to stop her ministrations. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “That’s not what I thought you asked for, pet.”

She moaned as he pushed the tip of his cock inside her. “I-I wanted to-Gods above, Asatrion!” She cried out as he pushed the rest of the way inside her. 

“Shh, pet. I’ve got you.” He pulled her head on his shoulder and gently stroked her hair. She wrapped her arms around him, for once not being cautious of the scars on his back. “I’ll take care of you.” His thrusts were slow and deep. He was just enjoying her cries of pleasure and how her body trembled. Suddenly, there was no outside world. No Illithids, no gods. No Tieflings or goblins. It was just them, wrapped in each other like it could be the last time. It was simply Astarion’s quiet worship and Tav’s love for him. 

“I love you,” she whimpered into his shoulder. “Gods, I love you.”

His thrusts faltered for only a moment, “Say that again.”

She pulled her head up to look him in the eyes, “I love you.”

Something snapped inside him. He kissed her, gentle at first. Then suddenly rabid. He threw her on her back so fast she thought she imagined it. The slow thrusts suddenly turned into an almost bruising pace. He had never fucked her like that before. Every thrust knocked the wind out of her. His hand grasped around her throat as she came with a silent scream. She dug her nails into his back almost hard enough to draw blood. 

It was hard to think, it was hard to register anything but the feeling of him hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. She could barely make out his whispered groans of “I love you.” 

The grip around her neck tightened. She couldn’t breathe but she couldn’t find it in her to care. Her eyes closed as she came yet again on his cock. “Such a good pet,” was all he could manage before his hips lost their rhythm. He couldn’t help but cum inside of her. It was his turn to shake, to tremble in her arms. He didn’t pull out, he wasn’t ready to lose that warmth. 

But Tav? Tav saw opportunity. She rolled him over once again. His cock never once leaving her. He was still so impossibly hard and she wasn’t one to let an opportunity like that slide. She remembered riding him for the first time and tried to mimic those movements. 

And the vampire spawn was too far gone to do anything but try and meet her hips. His hair was stuck to his forehead and his skin was as flushed as it possibly could be. His nails dug into her thighs. “Shit.” It didn’t take long for him to finish yet again. And she wasn’t too far behind him. Eventually, she rolled off onto the other side of the bed. They laid there, their hands intertwined until the dried blood and cum became far too uncomfortable for either of them. 

It was the quiet intimacy of climbing into a cool bath together that cemented what happened. Astarion was truly free of Cazador and he had found someone who loved him simply for being him. It may have confused him time and time again. And as small as she felt when she was pressed against him, he knew he was safe with her. Not just his body, but his soul as well. It didn’t hurt that she was moderately terrifying in battle either. For the first time since the nautiloid, they both felt…At peace.

[soberpluto]

Know Your Soul Purpose With Your Big 3

It's been so much time since I've been here, but it's amazing to be back! Now, here's a topic I was wondering about today...

All our configurations hold divine meaning, in that before we are born, our souls chose the type of experiences we needed to undergo as part of our next visit on Earth. What makes us "us" is perfect in design. And what we're "made of" can be neatly seen in our birth charts. No birth nor birth chart happen by chance.

While it’s accurate that specific karmic work (which is part of our life's mission) is indicated by studying the positions of Saturn, its aspects, planets falling in water houses and the configuration of lunar nodes, I feel we can also find great part our soul's purpose (our main lessons) by analyzing our Big 3. This is equal to drawing a picture of the blueprint of our unique navigation system, our compasses through our human experience.

To make a draft of your soul's blueprint, take these steps!

Look at your chart to know your Ascendant, Sun and Moon signs and chart ruler(s). If your rising sign has two rulers, take them both into account. In my case, I always use whole sign system.

Identify the houses of your placements.

Start drafting your Ascendant, Sun and Moon signs' significations using the tables below, including both positive and negative traits. If we're moving through life based mostly on our positive qualities, it's very likely we're on the right track. Conversely, living constantly under the influence of our negative traits marks potential blockages to get where we need to be.

Add to your blueprint areas in which you naturally express your placement's traits (houses). This is important because you will know where your mission will be accomplished more easily or naturally.

Have fun!

If you're having a bit of trouble to come up with yours, take my own example...

I am proud of myself when I present to the world as passionate, powerful, magnetic, and intuitive (positive Scorpio rising qualities). I realize that when I become vengeful, jealous, obsessive and/or mournful (negative Scorpio rising qualities), I am attracting unnecessarily challenging circumstances that hinder my lessons in my life. My personality (rising sign) projects most in my physical appearance image and identity, in my close communities and in the pursuit of my dreams (Chart Rulers in 1st and 11th house). I feel my life has meaning when I act as a nurturing, sensitive, creative and empathetic person (positive traits of Cancer sun), but when I become needy, emotionally instable, insecure and/or manipulating with others (negative traits of Cancer sun), I realize that I am blocking myself from living in my fullest potential. The area where my conscious self (Sun sign) shines most is in my path towards higher learning, distant travelling, truth seeking, legal affairs and spirituality (Sun in 9th house). I feel safe and fulfilled when I can be brave, independent, assertive and passionate (positive Moon in Aries traits). But, when I realize that I'm repeatedly reacting in a violent, selfish, impulsive and/or inconstant way (negative Moon in Aries traits), I know that am blocking my ability to be peaceful within myself and move ahead in life. My emotional needs (Moon sign) are best taken care of through my habits, health care, daily routine, service to others, jobs, and pets (Moon in the 6th house).

Now, what information can you derive from this description? What does this tell about my purpose in this life?

Naturally, I am pulled to creative, healing and spiritual work. I studied Industrial Design in college, but I've expanded my career in other directions, including developing and managing intermittently art and esoteric online businesses while also holding an office job in Change Management. I am also the eternal student, self-learning and passionate about higher knowledge. I like to share my insights with others and help them find their own truth, their own awakening. I am drawn to intense (and sometimes not so positive) experiences and relationships, and have drastically changed my own image, jobs and spiritual views along the years. I've certainly went through a lot of turmoil, but also have gained significant life lessons and valuable wisdom thanks to the way I approach life. I cannot help to be deeply emotional, empathetic, passionate, excitable, idealistic and inspired, for the good and the bad! Even though it's not been an easy road, I realize that little by little my purpose is being fulfilled... and I hope you all do!

What about you? Let me know what you find out about yourself!

Thanks for reading! 😘🖤

Written by @soberpluto

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Yes, there is red IN it. Fire IN it. The red is always there, but in diffuse or low light (or in modern settings, cold artificial light), it can appear far more brown than red. Again, I have auburn hair. Some people definitively call me a redhead (including some true gingers) but others say it is brown and tell me I’m just trying to be special when I say my hair is a shade of red. Mostly it appears slightly reddish brown, but it’s also often cloudy and I’m often indoors with poor lighting. I suppose the red would be more apparent in asoiaf when they light their homes with fire, which is always going to catch the red. I’d be more inclined to equate dark honey to auburn if Val hadn’t been previously described as honey blonde. It makes me think more that her hair just appeared darker in this scene. If Val had just been described as blonde, I’d give more weight to dark honey. Then again I’m just extra sensitive about this because it’s a petty little pet peeve of mine when people give Sansa orange hair. Auburn is DEFINITELY not ginger. It is more eyebrow raising to me that Val’s eyes went from grey to blue because George has definitely made it clear that blue eyes and grey eyes are very distinct to him!

I... see that you really care about this subject.

But I am also not going to agree with you about auburn not being a shade of true red simply because you personally choose that term to describe your hair?

Sansa is not a bright orange ginger but she is a dark-toned redhead to the vast majority of readers who see the word "auburn", and it stands to reason that this is what GRRM intended when he chose to emphasize this specific term to describe Tully hair and the way he chose to describe that hair. There is a reason they colored Sophie's hair an unmistakable shade of red.

You have the complete right to see this differently and be annoyed at fanart and what not. But please know you won't convince me of your opinion that auburn is really brown that looks red in special circumstances.

This is not something that either of us needs to spend time arguing about on the internet.

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your taylor swift song imagines give me life so I HAD to request one. Can you do something to Timeless from Speak Now TV with either james, sirius, or remus? whichever one you see fit!

I'm so happy I give you life ;) I chose James bc deep down I'm a James girl and it just fit best with him imo. I hope you like it!

Timeless

James Potter x reader words; 2230 song; Timeless by T Swizzle (TV, duh) alright y'all, this one might get a little confusing. Let me break it down for you. italics is lyrics (and two other super small things, you'll know it when you see it), italics and bold is memories, there's two memories split into three parts total, when the story starts saying would that means thats what would happen if it did, yk. You and James do die, I just wanna make that clear. if you love a song, the marauders, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. now, i have two things. one, you can give me requests anyone in the marauders era btw, not js the actual marauders (i'll even accept Peter because i like to think he never became evil and was always just shy little Peter). Second, GIVE ME PREFERANCES PLS they'll be good fillers for in between longer fics so please pls pls i rly want sushi rn anywho HAVE FUN

Down the block there's an antique shop

And something in my head said "stop", so I walked in

Y/n quietly walked into the small antique shop and the woman at the counter smiled kindly at her. She smiled back and gave her a small nod before looking around the shop. It was much bigger than it looked on the outside, so she assumed an enlargement spell was used on the inside. There were loads of trinkets across the many shelves, big and small.

On the counter was a cardboard box

And the sign said photos 25 cents each

Y/n’s eyes caught a bright white sign with bold red letters, “Photos 5 knuts per” she walked over to the table, curious. She thumbed through the pictures, all of them were old, as they were dusty and black and white.

Black and white saw a 30s bride and

Two lovers laughing on the porch of their first house

I smiled as I pulled out a picture of a man and woman. The man was in a nice suit, a bright happy smile on his face as he held the hand of a woman with a beautiful wedding dress on, her smile matching his. They seemed to be laughing in the picture, radiating pure joy. I turned the picture around and read the pen, “Just married! 7/24/36”

The kind of love that you only find once in a lifetime

The kind you don't put down

As Y/n flipped through more pictures, her mind wandered to James. She saw them in these pictures, together no matter the circumstance, with bright smiles on their faces and laughs leaving their lips. They’d be hopelessly in love in any universe, and she knew it.

And that's when I called you, and it's so hard to explain

But in those photos, I saw us instead

“Oh, did you stop by the antique shop?” Y/n’s mom asked as she walked in through the door, a small bag in my hand. 

Y/n nodded with a smile, “I did, it’s pretty cool in there. I’d love to talk more but I need to write James a letter.”

Her mom laughed, “All right, you go, don’t take too long though. Supper will be done soon.”

And somehow I know that you and I would've found each other

In another life you still would've turned my head

James looked up from his desk as a loud pecking noise was made on his window. He smiled as he saw his girlfriend's owl, banging his beak against the glass of his window with a letter tied to his leg and his claws clutching onto a brown package. James opened his window and let the owl in, petting him gently and placing a few pellets on the window cill for him to munch on. 

James opened the letter quickly, pausing as two black and white photos fell out. He furrowed his brows at the photos and his eyes flitted to the package. He grabbed it and untied the string, opening it quickly to find an old book, a few specks of dust on the front. He laughed to himself at the randomness and began actually reading the letter.

Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944

And you were headed off to fight in the war

“Off to war?” Y/n would’ve said, a laughing tone in her voice.

James would’ve nodded with a smile, “Yes. But we could write to each other, we could court and then once the war is over we’ll get married!” He‘d say excitedly.

Y/n  would have laughed, “Of course we will.”\

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

James would’ve been hanging halfway out of the train, the only thing keeping him in being his friends as he waved to the love of his life.

“I love you!” She’d shout and he’d blush.

“I’ll see you later, love! Don’t miss me too much!” He’d yell back, blowing her a kiss before he was forced back on the train.

I would've read your love letters every single night

And prayed to God you'd be coming home all right

“Oh, Y/n, don’t be ridiculous. James will be fine, I’m sure.” Lily would tease, smoothing down her skirt as she sat on the bed next to her best friend. 

“That’s easy for you to say, Lils, he’s not the love of your life. I don’t know what I’d do without him.” She’d say, setting his latest letter into a box that held all the other ones.

“Y/n, have faith in the man. He’s strong, he’ll make it.” Lily would persist and Y/n would nod with a sigh.

And you would've been fine, we would've been timeless

She’d run to James at the train station and he’d drop his bag and hold his arms out, catching her in an embrace and spinning her around. She’d laugh joyfully, thankful the love of her life was finally home. 

“Oh, I’m so thankful you’re okay.” She’d whisper and he’d kiss her cheek. 

“I’m thankful to be back with you, beautiful.”

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

So even in a different life

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

James smiled at her idea, quite liking it himself. He loved listening, or in this case reading, about all her ideas. He knew how much her mind ran wild, thinking of every possibility for every little thing, and he loved it. He loved being a part of it. 

I had to smile when it caught my eye

There was one of a teenage couple in a driveway

Holding hands on the way to a dance

And the date on the back said 1958

James picked up one of the pictures and smiled at the couple, still in their wedding attire, holding hands tightly on a porch. He set the photo down, it not being the one he was looking for, and picked up the other one. He gazed at the two teenagers, almost imagining them as himself and Y/n. He could see it, and he remembered what it was like taking her to the Yule Ball. How beautiful she looked in her dress.

Which brought me back to the first time I saw you

Time stood still like something in this old shop

I thought about it as I started looking 'round

At these precious things that time forgot

Y/n and Lily walked into the train station together, hand in hand, happy to have made a friend before they even arrived at Hogwarts for their first year. Y/n giggled as Lily told her a story about one of her friends, Severus, and promised to introduce the two to each other. Y/n suddenly paused and Lily looked over, concerned.

“What is it?” Lily asked and Y/n pointed to a boy who was messing around with two other boys.

“He’s-” She paused, trying to find the right word. “Beautiful.” Lily laughed loudly and Y/n snapped her head to the side, “What?”

Lily shrugged, shaking off her laughter. “Nothing, nothing.”

That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs

Story of a romance torn apart by fate

Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love like we did

And I'd die for you in the same way

If I first saw your face

James looked at the book he had unwrapped and silently read the title. He hummed thoughtfully and opened the cover, leaning back slightly at the dust that filled the air. He smiled at the dedication the author gave. 

“To the love of my life. We, my dear, are timeless.” He read out loud softly. 

In the 1500s up in a foreign land

And I was forced to marry another man

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

“James.” Y/n would’ve said, running to him and hugging him after they were finally alone. “I don’t know what to do.” She’d cry softly as he rubbed her back gently.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out.” He’d say quietly, being equally as lost as her.

I would've read your love letters every single night

And run away and left it all behind

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

“Do you have everything?” He’d whisper outside the castle and Y/n would nod, handing James one of the bags.

“I do. Let’s go.” She’d say and throw the bag over the back of her horse, making sure it was secure as James would do the same. They’d share one last kiss before mounting their steeds and riding away as quickly as possible. By the time the castle woke up and realized the princess was gone, it’d be too late.

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

So even in a different life

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

James laughed at her story, setting down the letter and glancing at her owl who hooted softly, waiting for something to return back to his owner. James pet the owl again before pulling out a piece of parchment, his quill, and an ink well, and immediately started writing back.

Time breaks down your mind and body

Don't you let it touch your soul

It was like an age old classic

Y/n smiled as the familiar pecking of her owl reached her ears. She rushed to her window and opened it, petting her owl gratefully and pulling the letter off his leg. Y/n sat down on her bed and practically ripped open the letter.

The first time that you saw me

The story started when you said hello

In a crowded room a few short years ago

It was third year, in the Great Hall. Y/n had spent the last two years of her life pining after the one and only James Potter, who barely even glanced at her. At least, that’s what she thought. But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. 

“Just go talk to her already, Prongs.” Remus said quietly, patting his friend on the shoulder. 

James shook his head, “No way. I couldn't.”

“Why not?” Peter asked.

“Because Peter, she’s perfect. She’s beautiful, has perfect grades, I mean, she’s probably the smartest witch I’ve ever known, minus my mom. She’d never like someone like me.” He explained and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Dude, you’re hot. That’s all you need, now go.”

And sometimes there's no proof, you just know

You're always gonna be mine

We're gonna be

“Hi, Y/n.” James said, standing awkwardly as the girl turned around awkwardly.

“Oh, hi, James!” She said, a small blush painting her cheeks.

“Okay, bye, Y/n.” He said, walking off and cursing to himself for messing it all up like that.

“Uh, bye, James?”

I'm gonna love you when our hair is turning gray

We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we made

And you'll say "Oh my"

“Aha, look what I found.” James would have said to his wife, pulling out the pictures she had sent him many, many years ago.

“Where did you find those? Did you find the book too?” She would’ve asked, a smile on her face as she would look at them. 

James would’ve shook his head, “Nope, no book. I’m not sure where that went. I found the letter though.” He’d say and pull it out as well. Y/n would smile as she reread her words.

“Oh wow, I’m such a sweetheart.” She’d say with a laugh.

“Not much anymore.” James would tease and Y/n would’ve hit his arm. “See what I mean.”

We really were timeless

We're gonna be timeless, timeless

You still would've been mine, we would've been

“Come on, Harry. I saw this shop when I was going on errands with mum.” Ginny said, pulling her boyfriend into a cute little antique shop. Harry looked around in awe at the shop.

“Why, hello there, young ones.” The lady at the front said, a warm smile on her face.

“Hello, ma’am.” Harry greeted and Ginny smiled at the old woman. 

Even if we met

On a crowded street in 1944

Still would've been mine

You would've been

“Look, pictures.” Ginny said, pulling Harry over to look through them. They sifted through them silently before Ginny pulled one out. “Harry, these look a lot like your parents.”

Harry grabbed the photo and inspected it closely, “They… they are my parents.” His eyes widened as he looked at the cost of the photo. The sign had bright red ink on it, “photo’s 5 knuts per”.

The lady at the front smiled when Harry placed the picture on the counter. She gazed at the photo and shook her head with a laugh.

“I remember when she first walked in here. Ah, it was such a long time ago. She bought a few of these and an old book, and two weeks later she brought him in. They were such a sweet couple. I wonder how they’re doing now.” The woman reminisced as she took the knuts from Harry.

Harry smiled at the woman, holding back tears, “Yeah, I wonder too.”

Down the block there's an antique shop

And something in my head said "stop", so I walked in

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Inazuma | Lost In You (Part 2)

ıllı Synopsis: Lost in your eyes, in your voice, and in your touch. Even with a simple turn, these men are captivated. For them, there is only you.

ıllı Genre: Romance, Angst (Tomo’s Story)

ıllı Notes: Implied Female Reader

ıllı Part 1: Inazuma | Lost In You (Part 1)

🍁 SHIKANOIN HEIZOU — CERVUS MINOR

“Doushin Heizou, I must ask. Have you spotted (Y/N) anywhere? I told her to stay put in her room, and yet—Let me know immediately if you spot her in your patrols.” Sara ordered, a bit anxious that you were nowhere to be found. However, she placed her trust in you, knowing that despite your circumstances, you were not one to engage in unnecessary confrontations.

‘(Y/N)? That is, indeed, strange.’ Heizou thought, buried deep in thought as to where you could be.

Suddenly, the wind blew towards him, carrying the petals of the sakura trees. That was when he wafted a familiar scent in the air. He followed the distinct scent of vanilla in the wind and found you in the back alley, sitting below a sakura tree. There was a cat in your lap, relaxing as you petted it.

“Hmm? Heizou. I see that you’ve found me. Pity, I was still relaxing before taking on Sara’s request.” You mumbled, adjusting the blindfold around your eyes.

Heizou raised his hand and informed you that there was no need to get up and go immediately. Sara was simply worried about your whereabouts, and he could easily send a letter if you still wished to relax. You smiled at the consideration, patting the grass beside you as an invitation to sit down and take a short breather.

“It’s fleeting moments like this that make the job worthwhile. The assiduity of life makes us forget that there is more to life than we perceive now. Similar to how you chase after justice before an act is even done. Your intuition became your companion through life, combining it with logic for the world to make sense.” You voiced, looking up at the sky. You might not see what colors it was painted with, but the breeze that danced across it was enough to describe nature.

“You have a strange look at life, (Y/N), but I guess it must have stemmed from your eyes. It’s not blindness, something more akin to visions?” He surmised.

“You’re not far. What I see is difficult for a mere mortal to comprehend. Is it a blessing or a curse? I don’t know, but I chose to close my eyes and let the present take the person to their future. There is no need for me to speak of what will happen. Others may think that with this, it will be easy to know who will commit atrocious acts in the future, but you are already here. Why would I play god when this can get me killed?” You reasoned. Heizou noted the severity of the consequences behind the ability you wield. If people were to take advantage of that, it could be for good or bad. They also had the power to silence you quickly.

The shift in the air indicated that he fully understood why you remained the way you were now. It was amazing to see such a quick wit person like him.

“It’s truly amazing how fast your mind works, Heizou. I wonder what great things and challenges will come your way?” You teased before standing up to stretch. It was enough resting for you, or else you would have Sara scold your ear again for slacking.

“See you around, Mr. Detective. May your afternoon be eventful.” You uttered, leaving him sighing at your wistful presence.

‘What an interesting woman, indeed.’

🍁 ARATAKI ITTO — TAURUS IRACUNDUS

Shinobu let out an nth sigh as she walked towards the police station to bail her boss out. But surprisingly, she found him out and about with the gang, talking about their next beetle fight. She walked to them and asked how they got the boss out, to which Akira answered that it was you, his wife, who explained to the police that it was a mistake this time.

True to their words, the reason why Itto was imprisoned this time was because they mistook him for a ronin who also had white hair and was stealing fruits from a vendor shop near Komore Teahouse. Shinobu had the right man arrested, but her curiosity was piqued upon hearing that her boss had a reliable wife.

‘Whoever married the boss must have the patience of the sky.’ She thought. The opportunity instantly came when Genta asked if they could have dinner at his house, just as you had invited them.

“Hahahah! Of course, of course! (Y/N) did invite you earlier, but we have to get her something as thanks first for bailing me out. I heard that there was a novel that she wished to read but could not buy it immediately because of how busy she had been with the Tenryou Commission. Those fools are really working my wife to death.” Itto complained. Shinobu was further perplexed about how he got somebody in that Commission to be his significant other.

Itto turned around and saw Shinobu, also inviting her home. She agreed reluctantly before voicing out her concern about the gift. Itto told her that it was not something that got sold out easily, so there was no need to worry. Shinobu nodded before the oni pulled the gang members to go shopping.

“Pumpkin! I’m home! The guests are also here.” Itto announced, opening the door and taking off his shoes. He pointed at them to place it in the rack. Itto was unusually behaved, and it scared Shinobu.

“Hey, is the boss really that behaved at home?” She asked. Mamoru chuckled at her puzzled look before explaining that the boss was tamed by you when he was still courting you. He was afraid of incurring your anger, especially at this time of your life.

When they entered the living room, she understood why. Standing behind the counter cooking was a pregnant woman stirring the pot while listening to Itto utter about things. You were nodding along to his words before taking out a spoon to have him taste the curry.

“Is it good?” You asked.

“It’s always delicious, Pumpkin! Hmm? Oh, there you are! You guys took so long to place your sandals, geez! Let’s go at the back. I’ll show you the beetles we could use for tomorrow.” He eagerly said, pulling the three to where the beetles rested.

You shook your head at his antics before turning to the girl who stood there, unsure what to do.

“Shinobu, right? Can you help me prepare a few more dishes? It’s a bit tough trying to move around with this around.” You chuckled, rubbing your stomach to ease the heaviness your child had been subjecting you to. The green-haired deputy immediately went near you and helped cook. You told her that Itto and the others had been talking about her feats in the gang and her accomplishments in Liyue.

“It’s amazing that somebody is there to always bail them out. You know a lot about the law, and I’m glad they have somebody to rely on. Although, I apologize if they get too rowdy. Just give me a word, and I’ll smack some sense into them, especially to that husband of mine.” You humped. Shinobu laughed at your fiery attitude. You were similar to her in some ways, but she was curious as to why Itto.

“I’m sorry if this might offend, but why the boss? Normally, people would stay away from oni, and with the boss like that, they would dislike their attitude.” She voiced. You were silent for a minute, placing the vegetables on the plate before putting them by the counter.

“Itto is a unique and loyal man. He can be boastful and reckless, but the reasons behind his actions are noble, far more than those that I’ve seen. Yes, he can be silly, but the goodness in his heart is not because he wants something from others. It’s because he wants to be of service in his own way. I… fell in love with him the moment I saw that strange sincerity.” You uttered, happy about the decisions you made in your life. Itto was the most extraordinary person you met, and he gave you the most precious gift in the world.

Shinobu glanced at the four figures outside who were loudly talking about their possible wins tomorrow, allowing a smile to form on her lips. Her boss indeed had a strange kindness in him. He took in misfits to be of service to Inazuma, even when they were mistreated. His tenacity alone was remarkable.

“I’ll go prepare the plates. How about you go call them up and wash your hands? The comfort room is at the end of the hallway.” You instructed her. Shinobu nodded, following what you asked.

As you were preparing the plates, you felt large hands engulf your own. Itto was behind you, holding a soft smile. You returned it, tiptoeing to give the oni a peck on the nose.

“Thanks, Love.“ You muttered. Itto was stunned at the beautiful smile you gave. It might be you who fell in love first, but he was the one who fell the hardest.

🍁 GOROU — CANIS BELLATORIS

“So you were here! I was looking all over for you.” Dropping down the ledge, you trudged over to your boyfriend, who was combing the knots off his tail. It seemed like he was having trouble with it, so you held his hand away from it and placed his tail on your lap.

Gorou was about to protest, but he melted when you lathered scented oil on his tail and easily brushed the curls away. The satisfying feeling engulfed his soul, and he was sure he could drift off to dreamland. However, that would mean not being able to see your endearing eyes concentrate on grooming his tail. It was not every day he got to see you like this, especially with his line of job.

“And done! Now, let’s put some in your ears. Lay down on my lap, Gorou.” You ordered. Immediately, the Watatsumi General was rendered frozen. He gave you an incredulous look, already protesting that he could do it himself. His ears were a bit sensitive, and your touch would be his doom. He did not wish to know what he would be once you were done with him.

“I know you can, but think of this as a reward for a job well done. You’ve been so stressed out this week, and this relaxation will help you.” You reasoned. Gorou fumbled, unable to say anything in retort. You could see him debate about things internally, making you question whether you were being forceful.

“Do…you not want to?” The moment he saw your forlorn eyes, Gorou was down. He silently laid on your lap and turned to your stomach. His tail curled up itself around you as comfort.

Glad that it was not the case, you poured an ample amount of oil into your hands and lathered it on his ears. The phalanges and fur were too soft that you squealed internally. Gorou, on the other hand, was having a hard time. He wanted to purr at how good it felt. It was like landing on a soft mattress and rolling all over it. The way your hands scratch behind his ears and the careful massages were too much.

In the end, he did purr. You were surprised he could make that noise while he remained flustered, tightening his hold around you. You lightly laughed and kissed his ear.

“I love you, Gorou. You’re too much for me. How am I so lucky?” You voiced, watching him turn around with small tears in his eyes. He was still red from embarrassment, but he wished to hear you again.

“You really, really love me?” He whispered. You nodded, looking at his cyan eyes, which captivated you the first time you met the General. Gorou placed a hand on your cheek and pulled you down for a kiss.

“I’m the lucky one here, (Y/N). I’m so glad you came into my life.”

🍁 TOMO — DEPARTED FRIEND

On an island far from Inazuma City, two figures could be seen clashing swords against each other as the crackle of lightning pierced through the air. The younger one of the two danced against the opponent’s blade, disappearing in the wind, but the older one was swift and sharp. His instincts knew where to direct him as he pointed the sword at the youngest one’s throat.

“That’s enough. Good job, Kazuha. You made it farther than yesterday. You still need some work with your foothold, so it would be easy to maneuver around the last part.” You commented, giving the two some drinks to replenish. Tomo plopped down on the sand, wiping his forehead and body off the sweat.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Oh, do we still have enough for dinner? I can go to Inazuma City and buy a few if you’re going to cook later.” He volunteered. You hummed in thought, thinking of the ingredients you had left if your bag. As much as possible, you would like to save up some money. It had been a long time since you three did bounties, and the prices of food in the market had gone ridiculously high due to political tension.

You sighed before getting up to list what you needed. The items you listed should still be cheap. The meat was not a problem as you were an expert in curing it. Kazuha grasped the list and dashed away, his energy already back up, unlike a certain someone.

“How long are you gonna stare at me, Tomo?” You asked. He grinned before pushing himself up to hug you. Feeling his sweaty chest, you smacked his arm.

“Gross! Get off of me, you big oaf. My clothes will smell of your sweat too!” You complained, to which he simply chuckled.

“But you smell so good, Princess. You always do. Plus, I miss a bit of alone time with you. No offense to Kazu, but I want to hold you for a bit.” He whispered the last part. You sighed and turned to straddle him. You gave him a peck which he returned with a full-blown make-out session. The heat of his love warmed your heart, and it was at this moment that you were sure Tomo had your whole being. Every bit of you was his as he was yours.

The blonde let his eyes glaze at your satisfied figure. His love for you reached beyond the sky, and he would not trade this for anything. Yet, somewhere deep in his mind, a thought that crept its way to his mind. He wondered if he was worthy of your love, if he should be the one receiving much of it.

“I love you, Tomo, now and for eternity.” Your kind words dispelled the corrupted thoughts. He simply wished to bask in your light, in your love, in your sincerity.

‘Please, do not take this away. Not until I decide to let go myself.’ You let the man tighten his hug until the maple samurai returned. The dinner that day was delicious, as always.

Tomo was grateful to have met a beautiful person like you, both inside and out. He could not have asked for more, but his intrusive thoughts tickled him everyday. If only you had seen the signs, you would have helped him, assured him. Tomo hid it so well. His final words before he left for the duel were that his desire was finally within reach. At the back of his mind, he wished for your eternal happiness, the only eternity he would gladly gift you.

“If… Would you have stopped if I noticed how you looked at peace at the thought of going? Would I be able to pull you back? But this was your greatest desire, and my love can only be so much. If I’m asked what eternity is, it would be you. I miss you….” You whispered, clinging on to the withered sword near the shore. The tears you promised to keep at bay were already dripping down your cheeks. The anguish of the love you held for him was immense, and your fingers trembled at the memories you two shared. Letting out the pain after years of his death sent relief to your soul. Scars healed with time, but the sting continued with each passing day.

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Make It Out Alive

[PART THREE OF THREE]

Gn!Reader//Bestfriend!Skz//Explicit Language//Triggering Themes such as; mentions of d3ad b0dies, ghosts, demons, bl00d, brief mention of vom!t, reader gets mildly injured

Genre; Crack/Humor, Supernatural

A/N: It took my ass so long to do this final part, my bad. I'm happy with this short series however, and I hope you all enjoyed it!

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“You can’t be fucking for real” You say, sighing in frustration after Chan tries to break another window, only for it to not work.

“Hyung we tried every single window up here” Hyunjin stresses, “Should we try to break down the door again? Or try to reattach the doorknob?”

Lee Know is pacing around the small bedroom, eyes darting at the numerous spiders and roaches decorating the wall

“It’s not gonna work!” He yells, startling the entire group. No one says anything, everyone is trying to think of more solutions to the problem.

“We gotta go down there” Changbin says after a short pause, “I’m sure there’s a door that leads outside. It’s our only option”

Han stared at his hyung, taking in Changbin’s serious expression

“Changbin, when’s my birthday?”

Changbin looks at the younger with a confused face, the randomness of the question leaving him taken aback.

“What? Hannie why are you asking me that?”

“Well, you did get possessed earlier. I’m just trying to make sure you’re our Changbin”

“Bin did not get possessed earlier!” You say, quick to defend your friend, “A ghost or whatever played a trick on us. Bin never called us, the phone wasn’t real”

“Tomato tomato. All I know is we heard someone that sounded like you that called from your phone. I just need to make sure”

Chan looks at his two friends, seeing Changbin utterly frustrated and Han looking determined with crossed arms and a slight pout.

He wonders if he should put a stop to Han’s shenanigans, but then again the younger boy had a point.

He chose to stay out of it, waiting to see what Changbin would do and only would interfere if he needed to.

“Really Han? You’re seriously doubting me?”

Han’s pout deepens and you can see how the younger wants to just apologize and move on, but he has to know for sure. He has to know for the safety of the group.

Changbin, after a few more seconds of annoyance, complies and tells Han his birthday.

He even follows it up with where he was born, his parents names, his pet’s name, and a bunch of random facts about Han that only the group would know.

Han is satisfied, and swiftly apologizes to his hyung. You can tell they want to hug- the situation was really starting to tear them both down. But, you’re all covered in blood, dirt, and bugs and they make a silent agreement to embrace one another after they’ve cleaned up.

“Should we really go down there, Channie?” You ask. The oldest shrugs and tries to break the window again. He fails, and you know that you all only have one more option.

“We’re gonna go downstairs” Chan starts, “And we’re gonna try to break down the front door. If we can’t, we have to try the basement”

You all nod and get back into your line formation. Everyone holds each other’s hands so tightly that you’re sure they’re gonna be numb after this. Lee Know practically stares at Changbin-who is now walking in front of him- and doesn’t dare to look back, as he is now at the back of the line.

You all reach the front door after going down the stairs unharmed. Chan, Changbin, and Lee Know start kicking and beating at the door. It won’t budge.

Hyunjin tries to fix the doorknob again, no use.

It becomes painfully aware what’s going to happen next. The basement, the place where no one wants to go.

The place where you’re sure to be killed if you don’t manage to leave.

“Hold hands” Chan says quietly, “and do NOT let go. Under no circumstances should you let go.”

Tears are now streaming down your face. You’re crying silently, but Felix squeezes your hand as if he knows exactly what you’re doing.

You all walk to the door that leads to the basement. Chan opens it, and wastes no time leading you all down there.

The smell is horrid. You can almost taste the aroma around you.

I.N can’t take it, and throws up as soon as you all reach the bottom floor. No one reacts, because can you blame him? It smells what you’d imagine a dead body to smell like.

Speaking of dead bodies, what’s that on the floor in the corner? It’s near pitch black, the only light coming from a flickering lightbulb in the middle of the ceiling.

You want to believe your mind is playing tricks on you. You can't make out a face, as the figure is hunched over. You think you see bite marks and scratches along the arms, and a pool of blood surrounding the presumed body.

It seems no one except you has seen it yet, which makes you hope that it's not real. However, a loud screech coming from Seungmin only confirms what you're seeing is in fact real.

Chan jumps at the screaming, and looks in the corner. He gags, but looks away and squeezes Hyunjin's hand.

Lee Know starts to look for a door, and he sees one, a wave of relief washes over him.

"Hyung! There's our way out!" He says, catching Chan's attention. You all start to jog towards the door that's a few feet away. You ignore the crunching sounds of bugs under your feet, accompanied by random liquids wetting your shoes. You make it to the door, and all seems well, until something snatches you.

Felix and I.N hold onto your hands as you're being snatched away, causing you to cry out in pain as they and whatever else pulls you. From the boys' perspective, you're floating in the air. They can see that something is obviously holding onto you, but that something is invisible.

You, however, can see a black fog forming around you. Felix and I.N try to hold on, remembering what Chan said, but they let go when the entity gives you one last good pull.

You hear a voice that sounds like pure evil in your ear, chanting something that suddenly makes you sleepy. Your body begins to go numb, but your mind is racing.

You can't see the boys, and you can barely hear them

Chan is finding anything he can throw at the invisible being. He curses when he realizes he's only managing to hit you while doing this.

Han is screaming your name so loud its sure to make him lose his voice.

Hyunjin is at your feet, trying to pull you down from mid air while Changbin tries to help him.

Seungmin is panicking, sobs spewing out his mouth as he tries to come up with a plan.

Felix goes to you and jumps up, grabbing a hold of your body and trying to use his weight to pull you down.

Lee Know is frantically looking around the room to find something, anything that can help.

I.N, however, found something. Out the corner of his eye, he sees the body and sees what looks to be a flashlight resting underneath its hand. He darts to the body and grabs the tool without thinking.

He turns it on and flashes it at you, suddenly being able to see what has a hold on you,

It's a demon, has to be, with the way the figure is a pitch black color with only a mouth decorating its "face". The monster seethes at the sudden display of light, almost loosening its grip on you,

Seungmin sees this and is quick to pull out his phone and turn on his flashlight, shining it on the figure. All the other boys do the same, except Changbin since his phone had died.

He decides to keep pulling your your body. He gets excited when he's able to pull you away and hold you in his arms.

I.N wastes no time in throwing the flashlight at the creature, which prompts Chan to begin to throw things again. They're able to at least ditstract it long enough for Hyunjin and Lee Know to start trying to open the door.

It wouldn't budge at first, so they turn the knob and throw their bodies into it.

It opens and everyone runs as fast as they can out the door. Chan is the last one out, and he slams the door closed before the creature could follow you out.

You're all outside. Changbin is still holding you tightly, breath shaky and slightly trembeling.

Felix has collapsed into Chan's arms, crying with both happy and terrified tears. I.N is whispering words of gratitude and prayers, while Lee Know comforts a sobbing Han. Hyunjin and Seungmin are still in shock, not crying but visibly upset.

Your breathing starts to even and Changbin finally lets go of you, gently putting you down on your feel. Your arms hurt, and you know at least one of your shoulders are injured- but you're not concerned about that.

Chan leads you all to the front of the house where the car is. You get in quickly, and speed off.

The ride is silent, everyone replaying what happened in their head. You'll talk about everything when the sun comes up.

For now, you're just glad you guys were able to make it out alive.

[heisen-shrine]

The Loss

Otto: hey...how's she holding up?

Karl: as best she can, given the circumstances. I wish life would stop kicking her in the stomach for two goddamn seconds.

Otto: for once we actually agree on something. What exactly happened to the poor little thing?

Astarion: we aren't sure. He just stopped eating after a while and...she couldn't get him to eat again. It's like he just...chose to die.

Otto: (sighs sadly) losing a pet is never easy. And I know she doesn't take loss well. I'll go in and talk to her.

Karl: good luck...

(Otto comes into my room, where I've pretty much been listening to creepy/weird stories all day, expressionless mostly).

Otto: hey...you feeling alright?

Me: (sniffs) about as good as I can, given the circumstances. We're gonna bury him tomorrow morning at the park.

Otto: (sits down with a nod) how do you feel?

Me: you want like specifics or?

Otto: whatever you're willing to tell me.

Me: (sets phone aside) I feel...numb. partly caught up in my own head. I knew it was coming but...it still hit like a truck. I feel like I wanna cry but another part of me is like I already want another one. Is that a bad thing?

Otto: emotions aren't inherently bad. You've always tried to rush negative feelings, ever since you were a kid. I think it's because you constantly lived in survival mode. You have emotional maturity but when bad things happen you try to suppress it and move on quickly.

Me: I was taught nothings permanent. That you can love something all you want, but...it'll never stick around for you. Emotions are more difficult than that.

Otto: indeed they are. Because that's the thing: emotions for the most part...they arent permanent per se, but theyre a constant. They're a part of us. They hold and have meaning that sticks with us.

(Otto puts a hand over mine, and I look at him. He's got a sad sort of half smile)

Otto: it's okay to feel what you do. It's okay to feel sad, it's okay to feel negative. You're not bad or weak for showing that you're hurt. You try to rush healing, you've always done that. Don't be afraid to feel bad or negatively. He was your pet, he was your lizard. You had that little gecko for what, six years? And in those six years so much happened. He was a staple in your life. Let yourself mourn, Ash. Consider the possibility of a new pet but don't go rushing into anything. Let yourself feel your emotions, and...when the times right to get a new one, you'll know.

Me: it's just hard. I hate feeling like this. I don't want to feel like this.

Otto: no one does, honey. Trust me on that. But while emotions are a constant, they're always changing. Your sadness will come and go, that feeling of loss will go. I promise. But for the time being you have to let yourself feel and be kind to yourself, okay? You have a home, a family, and all of us guys here for you, including...a potential sixth I'm possibly hearing about.

Me: (blushes a bit) its...complicated, a little bit. I don't know. I like him but...I don't think he feels the same about me.

Otto: well, regardless, you have a lot of people who care about you. You'll be okay (pulls me in for a hug and I snuggle into him).

Me: Do you wanna stay tonight? Just a little?

Otto: I'll stay however long you need me, Ash. (He kisses my head and I manage a little smile)

Wrote this as a comfort thing after my beloved gecko died this morning. I've been trying to keep my mind off of it but it's been hard. Thankfully I have my family and my guys here, as well as my friends and fans on here. Thanks guys :( <3

[tumble4rpdr]

Alright you get to pick amongst every kind of animal there is (mythological or real) as your companion. Call it familiar, call it a pet, what animal is it? Does it have powers? How would you name them? and kind of unrelated but if you happen to have had pets before, do you have a recurring theme when chosing names for them?

I had so many answers to this (like I seem to with most of your asks🙈) since there are so many animals I love and so many I’d love to have as pets but I decided to go more of the familiar route (instead of just a pet) and eventually landed on a teacup pig🐷

I think that a teacup pig gives off the same energy that I tend give off based on our outward appearances but my teacup pig would have powers that make it more than just sweet and adorable. They would be able to communicate with me telepathically so we’d be able to warn each other of potential trouble or suspicious circumstances and also just be able to bond more and develop an even closer connection. My pig would also have the power to shape shift. I love the idea of a tiny piggy being so unassuming but possessing the power to morph into whatever they need to be to both protect me and outsmart any situation they’d find themselves in

I’d name my teacup pig Guinevere because I again enjoy the idea that a cute little pig has such a beautiful, elegant, royal-sounding name. In terms of naming pets I’ve only ever had one (my miniature schnauzer from my childhood named Misty) and when she was adopted she already had her name (though I always thought it was fitting because of her grey fur the reminded me of the color of a foggy mist). But I do have a plant that I named Herbert, mostly because of the pot he’s in, since I love the idea of this small hedgehog plant being a serious little businessman trying to go to work and do the right thing, which to me (for whatever the reason) is the image that the name elicits (though after looking it up it turns out the name means illustrious warrior). I think ultimately I don’t have a pattern or theme when it comes to naming things and just tend to go with whatever demeanor the pet (or plant or whatever it is) gives off to me

[soysaucevictim]

“it feels like my brain (was floating in a fishtank)”

(See warnings/summary on Ao3.)

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Chapter 4: Circuits of The Imagination

Vee had to work and Feed himself.

Ellis was staying in his study.

Janus always had “affairs” to attend to.

Roman said he dropped Remus off at Huntington Beach, again. Roman said he was going to a climbing gym to Feed, after that.

Vic was having a long shift at the zoo.

Carrie had the weekend off, so it was just her, Patton, and the help in Janus’s estate. She was trying to distract herself from the Dream, reading over technical manuals. She hated having new insight on what had to be going on in Steve’s mind, for who knew how long. To take his perspective as he nearly tore her family apart.

Patton, having caught up with his homeschooling, walked up to her, “Mrs. Espinoza?”

“Hm?”

“Are you feeling sad?”

“… I suppose.”

“Want to do something fun with me?”

“What would you suggest?”

“Can we go to the fair place?”

“Which one?”

“The one with the princesses and knights!”

She smiled, “Sure, let me just get ready for that, then.”

Patton grinning widely made her heart melt.

-

Remus was back at the beach, he immediately tried to swim again. It didn’t last very long, he felt his Horror was still sluggish after that meal from the yacht party. He had to swim more like a human, needing to actually hold his breath and he wasn’t as quick in the water. It wasn’t as fun.

So, he pouted at the shore line, still soothed by the waves.

After a while sitting there, Remus noticed Cass approaching him once more.

“You look particularly sullen this afternoon.”

Remus flopped backwards onto the sand, “It’s boring when FUN TIMES doesn’t want out.”

“Say, how familiar are you with your capabilities?”

“I’ve only known I was a Beast for like, a little over a year? Sooo…”

“Not much?”

“What? No! Well, kind of?”

“Hmm?”

Remus hesitated but told them about some of the things he did to Steve. He started with how he reached into the guy's mind to plant a potent Nightmare.

-

The eldritch form of his Horror loomed over the “Hero”. His uncountable eyes stared deeply into the puny thing, floating in the water and struggling to hold his breath. Threatening, inhuman noises resonated from his entire being. Remus beheld him, snaking the tip of one of his many tentacles into Steve’s mouth. The nuisance’s delicious fear was drowned out by knowing Roman could be d-

-

Remus shook his head and chose not to mention the part about his brother.

“Let’s just say that could’ve happened in much better circumstances.”

He wondered about discussing Horrorspawn. Jude was really fun to have around. It was like having some weird pet-child-thing that’s also sort of you floating around. When its time ran out and came apart, he was a little sad. It bitter-sweetly reminded him of what it felt like having a whole soul again. He held back on that note.

“So, where would you like to go, to rouse you?”

Remus wasn’t sure, he didn’t have nearly as much experience with this side of being a Beast. He assumed he’d have to single out someone specific. He thought about returning to Edison’s AutoMart or Nemeseian Blessings Yacht Club.

“Can we flip a coin?”

-

It was quite a car ride over to the Renaissance Fair grounds, but Carrie didn’t mind humoring Patton along his wandering babble. Occasionally, perhaps more than her own kids at this age, he would grow quiet.

The child really grabbed at every sense he could. The colors, textures and patterns on the staff’s garb – rich, vibrant, and fanciful. He listened to harpists, flutists, and singers perform music – adoring their charisma and showmanship. He smelled all the delicious food everywhere and wanted to try nearly everything. 

His vocabulary didn’t have such words, but Carrie could appreciate the boundless enthusiasm.

Soon enough they sat down for lunch, Carrie ordering them a couple bread bowls. Patton was having some chicken noodle soup and she helped herself to broccoli cheddar. She was amused with him scrunching his nose at the broccoli part.

She let him take the lead, and didn’t mind letting that continue. As they nearly finished their food, he interrupted her by asking, “Miss-uss Espinoza, where d’you wanna go now?”

She looked around for a few moments. She found herself transfixed by a specific pair of joined stands: a bowyer and blacksmith. The Dream reminded her of what she wielded in her nightmares, her fingers itching. She didn’t want a repeat of the Rich situation.

“Hmmm, oh. I’d like to see those folks’ wares.”

He nodded and followed her over there.

The craftsmen immediately looked at her strangely, as she approached. She wasn’t sure who to greet first, the smith chuckled, “Wherefore holla thither, maiden! Mine own name is Giles, what doth thee desire?”

The bowyer rolled her eyes, “You can call me Tasha. As you can probably tell, I fashion the bow components around these parts. Let me know if anything catches your eye.”

Carrie was fast in saying, somewhat flushed about Tasha’s imposing and attractive figure, “Name’s Carrie. C-can I have a crossbow, Tasha?”

Tasha raised an eyebrow, “Do you know how to use one, ma’am?”

Carrie straightened up, “Well, I’ve had some firearms training, when I was in the Air Force. But-.”

Her throat closed up, she didn’t want to touch a gun, but she needed this.

Tasha shrugged, “You’re in luck, I have something ready to go behind the bench.”

Tasha was quick to start giving her some pointers and running down the thing’s specifications, “Normally, this would cost you a couple grand, but we can negotiate a generous discount on it. You can also have a quiver of bolts on the house. I highly recommend you practice on the range while you’re here.”

Carrie glanced around, “Do you normally do this for customers?”

Tasha smiled at her, “I- we know-”

Giles bellowed cheerily, “Tasha, art thee trying to steal business hence from me? Shame on thee!”

Tasha had a look of endearment, “Honey, please. You take all this far too seriously.”

“Yet, thee did marry me!”

Carrie was entertained by this banter, it did make her think of Vic’s own charm.

Giles turned to face her, “Art thee eke interest'd in one of mine own fine blades, as well?”

“This might sound weirdly specific, but do you have anything like a rapier?”

“Alas, an estoc is the closest thing I has't to eft. I wilt asketh something about these purchases.  Art thee planning on most wondrous deeds, slaying the savage beasts of this realm?”

That froze her a moment, she felt something in these two. They weren’t Beasts but- she whispered to them, “A-are you two Heroes?”

Giles sobered, hushed and out of character, “Yes. We are. I warn you, if you abuse our courtesy, you’ll regret it.”

Tasha simply said, “We have our ways.”

Carrie nodded, “T-trust me. I just want to protect- protect-”

She looked around to see Patton had wandered off.

She panicked as she completed her transaction and gathered everything up. Estoc sheathed at her belt, the crossbow and ammunition in their cases.  The craftsmen gave her an understanding look, “If anyone asks, you’re just a family friend of ours.”

She had to find him.

-

Remus was back in Cass’s car.

The coin flip had Remus gleefully telling Cass about how he upturned a certain used car dealership before they met. He wondered if the business recovered after that mess, after seeing the news coverage on it.

Remus mentioned, “I don’t know WHAT you did back at the yacht club, but I’m so looking forward to seeing how the BOTH of us can go rile them up.”

Cass recited a few more verses in response:

“Who hath woe? Who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? Who hath babbling? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?

They that tarry long at wine, they that go to seek mixed wine.”

Remus snorted, “Must’ve been some good shit.”

“You could say that.”

There was silence so Remus fiddled with the radio, Cass didn’t seem to care about being asked. Remus’s tastes were eclectic, but he was in the mood for the station that played a lot of indie rock.

And if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered I lie I'm just a crosshair, I'm just a shot, then we can die

They had some luck catching strings of green lights heading deeper into Santa Ana. Cass was taking the scenic route to get there.

“Which of the Edisons do you think will be the most... appreciative of our services?”

“I guess the guy with the BlackBerry?”

“Duly noted.”

I know that starting over's not what life's about But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth My thoughts were so loud-

“Oh, and I’ve been meaning to ask if you can tell me more about yourself?”

“Well, I-”

Their conversation was cut short by one garishly hot pink SUV careening through the intersection at their side.

Before he knew it, Remus lost consciousness with an unbearably loud crash.

- 

After some frantic scanning, Carrie saw Patton again, across the lane through the stands.

One moment, he was giggling and clapping at a singing lute player. The other, his attention taken by a stranger with a camera, crouching down and tapping his shoulder. This stranger seemed so friendly, but she felt the Dream’s whispers kicking up on approach.

Said stranger had Patton following her.

Carrie started running toward them, fearing for the child. 

Alerted, the stranger gripped his arm far too tightly, making him whine in pain as they sped away from Carrie. The Dream was nearly screaming at her, “You know what she is, kill her. Kill. Her. KILL HER!”

She shook her head, thinking, “I can’t, not here! I just need to protect my- the child.”

She still gripped the estoc, not caring what others would think, hoping to corner the stranger.

They were running toward the park side of the venue, where the attendees grew sparse. Carrie was grateful when they finally started to slow down. It was clear the Beast had more stamina than the child, since Patton had to stop and catch his breath a few times. Her angry yanking and dragging him along only made so much progress.

Eventually, Carrie closed the distance, unsheathed her estoc, and pointed it at the kidnapper, “Let. Him. Go.”

Carrie noticed a strangely dull look in Patton as he stared expectantly at the Beast.

“Who might you be?”

Carrie practically growled, inching closer to the Beast, “What does it matter?”

“Why? I’m this ever so precious child’s mother!”

Carrie glanced at the two of them, not seeing any resemblance whatsoever. A rational part of her mind could drum up plausible reasons, but, “I don’t believe you.”

The Beast crouched in front of Patton, cradling his face to look at her, “Pattycake, sweetie. You believe me right?”

Patton hummed, “I-”

Carrie thrust the estoc closer, nearly puncturing her neck.

The Beast pulled her hands away from Patton, startled. Her gaze still went back to the child, “O-okay, I’m just his auntie Roxie! Do you remember that time-”

Carrie broke, “I will find you and turn you into a PIN CUSHION, if you so much as TOUCH that child OR ANY other. And I will RELISH it.”

A quiet part of Carrie was disturbed about the notion, drowned out by the Dream beckoning her forward. Suddenly Roxie’s expression dropped and she leapt away from Patton, wearing the same terror Rich did. Roxie stammered, “P-please, I-I need my family… I-I need…”

“DON’T make me kill you where you stand, fiend.”

Carrie was fighting the beckoning urge to destroy her utterly. The only thing resisting that was not wanting Patton to witness it.

“A-alright, alright. F-fine. D-don’t kill me. I’ll-I’ll get out of your hair…”

Roxie scrambled away from them, quickly getting far enough to have the Dream grow quiet again.

Carrie looked down to Patton, knelt to rest her hands on his shoulders, “Kiddo, a-are you alright?”

Patton seemed to shake out of the daze, wincing about the bruising on his arm, “She did something. Everything got so quiet, I-I could only hear her voice. I was scared and I couldn’t- couldn’t-”

Patton broke into tears and clung to her, she held him comfortingly, “Shhh, I won’t let this happen to you ever again. Not under my watch. You’re safe, now.”

“I wanna go home.”

“I understand. Let’s go, then.”

-

It was a miracle that the SUV didn’t hit square on Cass’s car, but toward the rear half of the sedan. It was the driver’s side too, narrowly avoiding a direct hit to Cass and barely dampened some of the force on Remus.

As all the airbags deployed, Cass fish-tailed to their left and came to a screeching halt. In moments, both vehicles had to’ve slammed the brakes.

Remus stirred moments after that. He was dizzy and nauseous, his vision swimming between blinks. He slurred, confused and disoriented, “W-what happened?”

Cass was surprisingly more alert, eyeing the other vehicle.

Remus thought, “Oh yeah, we got hit, didn’t we?”

Cass looked back at Remus, “Be careful, don’t move.”

Remus swore he was tasting blood. It took a lot of energy just to try to focus on his surroundings. He wondered if he was going to die.

Cass summoned some unearthly strength ramming open the partially caved in door and stepped out to confront the other driver. The SUV wasn’t nearly as crumpled up as the sedan, but she really shouldn’t have been able to walk out of this like she did.

As she stepped toward their vehicle and the airbags started to deflate, Remus vaguely recognized her from somewhere. Thinking made his head hurt. Did he just see a holster on her? Keeping his eyes open for a very long time hurt.

Cass got in between her and Remus, “Oh, it’s a relief that you were alright after that. Shall we exchange insurance information and settle this amicably?”

Cass sounded so calm, and so did the other driver, almost sweet-sounding, “I do apologize, Father. Oh! It seems you had a passenger, is he quite alright?”

“I will call for help, after we’ve done this formality. You may call me Cass, for now.”

She craned her neck around to see Remus more closely, her fake smile trembled slightly, glancing back to Cass, “Oh, you can just call me Di, and-”

Remus moaned, “… that… name…?”

Her eye started twitching, ever so slightly, “Gosh, is that one of those… day laborers?”

Remus thought some less-than savory things about that, but he still listened to Cass.

“Child, what does that have to do with-”

She shoved Cass aside and stared at Remus with a creepy, subdued smile, “Ah, I knew the vermin behind ruining my beloved hubby’s big day was around here somewhere. I was looking EVERYWHERE, for you! This can’t stand, you see?”

Remus swallowed some more blood, feeling a familiar wrongness about her.

Cass was stern, “You’re over the line.”

“And you’re going to regret intervening on my MISSION.”

She stepped back and the space in front of her rippled. Remus’s guts twisted, peering into the gate. It was a familiar deep sea crevasse, shimmering in a tiny crack in reality. He feared what she would do if she got inside his Lair, but couldn’t make himself move or think to stop her.

She was about to enter it before Cass yanked her away, “I know the game you’re playing here, but I will not let one of my charges be harmed by one such as yourself.”

In between Remus’s blinks, Cass turned into something incomprehensible in his stupor.

Diane’s eyes became saucers, “W-what ARE y-!?”

Cass wrapped something around her neck and lifted her up. She desperately tried clawing herself free. The mass was somehow both solid enough to squeeze the life out of her, but not enough for her hands to find any purchase.

Cass’s voice seemed to reverberate from their entire body, distorted, yet serene:

“A good man takes care of his animals. But even the kindest acts of the wicked are cruel.”

She gagged and fought uselessly, before going slack in their grip.

The intense emotions that wafted from her had quieted, as Cass dropped her unceremoniously. Remus wasn’t even sure if Cass was looking at him, until they shifted back to their “human” form.

Cass swiftly tapped something on their phone, “Yes, Emergency? I’m over at… I just witnessed a car accident. Someone is badly injured. Please, you have to-!”

Cass crushed the device in front of Remus and told him, “Don’t tell them anything.”

Remus slurred, “¿Quiiién? ”

He couldn’t keep his eyes open. The question went unanswered.

The last things he heard was the sound of something being dragged along, doors opening and closing, and a car driving away.

He felt an overwhelming tiredness cloaking him from there.

-

It was a long and quiet car ride back to the estate for Carrie and Patton.

She grimaced whenever she glanced at the kid favoring his injured arm. She muttered to him once, “I’m sure Vic can help you feel a little better. I’m sorry-”

Patton smiled at her despite the wincing, “’sokay. She-”

He gulped, Carrie nodded, “No. It was my responsibility to make sure that didn’t happen.”

“You’re sad again.”

Carrie was mentally repeating to herself that this wasn’t going to happen again.

Patton carefully touched her arm as she drove, “I know you care about me, Miss-us Espinoza.”

She smiled a little and was caught off guard by him saying, “It’s like Vee says, ‘shit happens and then you die’.”

She sputtered at that, “Young man, language!”

Patton gave an all-too innocent shrug.

When they arrived, Vee was there and clearly restless. Patton was quick to run to him for a hug. Vee was smiling until he saw the subtly darkening bruise on his brother’s arm. The older brother was glaring daggers at Carrie immediately.

“On your life, you BETTER not’ve laid a hand on him.”

Carrie waved her hands in placation, “Patton just asked me to take him to the-”

Patton supported her, “The Renaissance fair, Vee! It was a lot of fun!”

Vee was snarling, Carrie knew it was about her but he was facing Patton, “Fun? Why are you HURT.”

He then turned to Carrie, “And why are you armed to the TEETH now!?”

Patton wasn’t fazed, “She scared off a bad lady. Who did something weird to my head, I think?”

Vee desisted, barely, “Bad. Lady?”

“She was kind of like you and Mama Jannie – but… scary?”

Vee looked almost insulted a moment, Carrie would’ve snorted if the tension wasn’t so thick.

The older brother looked at her, cautiously glancing at her weapons, “Did you kill her?”

“No. I think I found something that she feared? Or…”

Vee went rigid, “You inflicted that on her.”

She retreated for a moment, “I-I had to do something!”

Vee slackened and sighed, “I don’t smell any new blood on you. I don’t really see that kind of restraint. Ever. In people like you.”

Patton looked up at Vee and smiled encouragingly, “It was amazing, V-!”

Vee seemed to melt, “Look. Maybe I should tell you m-”

Carrie’s phone buzzed. She hesitated a moment, but her gut told her to answer it.

“We’re with the Providence Saint Anne Hospital, is this Carrie Espinoza?”

“Speaking.”

“Are you Remus Espinoza’s mother?”

Carrie felt a cold pit settle in her stomach, “Yes, why?”

“He was in an accident and admitted to our care a few hours ago. His condition is stable but still being monitored. We have already contacted your husband, will the two of you be available to come here to see him?”

“Y-yes, of course! I can go right now. A-and I’ll try to get his brother there too.”

“Okay, do you have something to write down the phone and room numbers?”

She shakily pulled out a notepad and pen from her bag and jotted everything down before the call ended. Patton tugged at her pant leg, “Is Remus okay?”

Vee seemed caught off guard and concerned. She briefly wondered if it was for her.

Carrie simply said to the two of them, “I can only hope so.”

-

“Thank you for giving us some more detailed history to add to Remus’s charts, Mr. And Mrs. Espinoza.”

Carrie, Vic, and Roman stood near Remus’s room, talking with his doctor.

Vic asked, “How is he?”

The doctor answered, “Remus experienced some whiplash injuries and a concussion from a side-on impact. Given some of his test scores, we just ordered a CT scan and would like to hold him for a couple days.”

Carrie asked, “What happened?”

The doctor glanced at some charts before answering, “The first responders were admittedly puzzled by it. It looked like a hit and run, both drivers involved weren’t on the scene. And the vehicle your son was found in was registered to… an out of state missing person. You might get more information from the police department on that.”

Roman fidgeted, “Is he going to be okay? Can we see him?”

“We still have to wait a little bit to be certain, but Remus appears to be in better shape than expected. But, yes, take it easy with him. We don’t want to-”

Remus shouted from his room, “I can hear you!… ow.”

They filed in quietly and orderly.

Vic held the hand that didn’t have an IV in it and ruffled Remus’s hair, “Oh, mijo. What have you gotten yourself into?”

Remus winced in thought before shrugging, “I… don’t remember?”

Carrie’s demeanor softened, “Easy, Rejoe. You can tell us when you do.”

-

The moon was waxing outside.

Remus didn’t remember when he last fell asleep. Or if he had passed out.

He was lying in a hospital bed, confused why he was there a moment, before his senses caught up. He was told not to strain himself physically or mentally. As much of a contrarian he liked to be, when he tried to claw at what happened in the car accident his headache flared up.

Teeth. He remembered seeing too many of them. But nothing coherent to connect with it- it was like a nightmare. But then, Remus knew he couldn’t have those anymore. 

He regretted immediately his impulse to shake his head to clear it. All he got from that was an intense dizzy spell. He laid back, to quell the predictable nausea, and huffed, “This sucks ass.”

It was a small miracle he didn’t break anything else in the crash, that’s what the nurses said to him, anyways. Remus tended to avoid that growing up – he guessed being an actual monster just made him weirdly flexible.

His bed was pretty close to the window.

When he turned to face it one of the several times hoping for the scenery to change faster - Cass showed up, turned back to him and looked outside. Cass simply said, almost embarrassed, “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“Huh?”

In a few more blinks, Cass was gone.

When asked, the nurse told him his last visitors were hospital staff and family, no one else.

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"CLEARED CONSCIENCE BY CONFESSING GUILT,” Toronto Star. February 15, 1933. Page 2.  --- Housebreaker Sought Detective and Told About His Depredations ---- Declaring that he had made a clean breast of a series of thefts and house-breaking, Arthur Patton stood penitently before Magistrate R. J. Browne in police court to-day in answer to the theft of diamond rings, watches, postage stamps and wearing apparel, to the estimated value of about $100. 

Detective Johns deposed that Patton had come to him and said. that he wished to have a clear conscience. The accused man volunteered the information which helped us to regain most of the missing goods," said the officer.

The crown-attorney read a previous record of Patton into the case, whereupon the court decided that the circumstances warranted a short reformatory term. "I'll make it one year definite and six to 12 months indeterminate," said the magistrate. "Now see that you stick to your good intentions in future, for you will surely be given a long penitentiary sentence if you disobey the law again." 

Gets Benefit of Doubt Frank Cohen, up on remand from last week over receiving $47 on a cheque drawn for 47c, but filled in by a bank official for the larger amount, was ordered discharged. 

"There was undoubtedly a mistake made." said the magistrate, "and I shall have to give accused the benefit of the doubt." 

Harold Doyle pleaded not guilty of burglary and wounding Morris Fogler and elected jury trial. He was remanded in custody till Feb. 21. 

On a charge of stealing $20.55, Jack McDonald was remanded for a week. 

A charge of criminal negligence. lodged against Cyril Garbutt, was  set aside for two weeks pending settlement of civil damages. Bail of $2,000 was arranged." Armed Robber Not Bad George McDermott, described as a simple but inoffensive youth, was charged with attempting to rob with arms a business office in charge of Mr. Callaghan. "Accused came in, stuck a small gun in my face and said: 'Hand it over!" declared complainant Callaghan. 

"And what did you do?" inquired the crown. "I grabbed his wrist, 'pulled my own gun out of a handy drawer and ordered him to drop the. One he had pointed at me," replied Callaghan quietly. 

Canon Sawyer took the witness box To state that the accused young man was usually well behaved. "He comes to church regularly," stated the minister. "I know for a fact that the boy nursed his mother over a long period of illness."

McDermott's father swore that for 21-2 years his son had done the house work and cared for his mother who died but recently. "My son took. some powders that had been prescribed for his mother and I surmise it was from them that he became. somewhat deranged at the time he committed the misdeed he now stands charged with." 

"I don't think accused is a bad lad at heart." cut in Magistrate Browne, looking with kindly eyes to wards the silent youth in the dock. "And I'm going to order him suspended for sentence till called on, with probation for an indefinite period," 

Needed Fuel at Home Three young men admitted stealing coal to take to their homes, when answering charges of theft. 

"You certainly chose the right answer when you told us you needed the fuel at home," observed Crown- Attorney Malone. 

"Remanded for sentence." ruled the court. 

"Thanks, your worship," replied the accused in unison. 

"Discharged" was the order made in the case of Edward Wells and Agnew Burlie, up for alleged theft of silverware at a neighborhood party. 

Got Her Money Back Herbert J. McEntree, charged with false pretences, was committed for trial on $2,000 bail. The sum of $200 was allegedly secured from a woman complainant, who admitted having received the money involved just previous to the accused's arrest. 

"They are only a couple of youngsters and I do not wish to accept their pleas of guilty to the picking up of a few oats from a box car in order that they might feed their pet pigeons," observed Magistrate R. J. Browne when interrogating Bert Bates and Robert Chapman faced him on the double charge of theft and trespass. 

Evidence disclosed that the boys had scooped a few handfuls of grain from an emptied box car standing in the Parkdale yards of the C.P.R. 

"We wanted to feed our pigeons." said the two boys with equal candor.  

“And now what do you want to do?" pursued his worship with a smile. "We will turn in the pigeons toward payment of our fines." 

"No-No-Hold on now," "cautioned the bench. "I see enough pigeons around here - I'll place you boys on suspended sentence over the trespass charge and order withdrawal of the charge of theft. Now go over and see Mr. Freer, the probation officer, who will explain to you the seriousness of attempting to take things that do not belong to you." 

Eleven Drunks Up Of 11 men who appeared before Magistrate Tinker charged with being drunk Robert Hamilton, Wm. Lewis and Frank Duncan were each lined $10 and costs or 10 days. Duncan admitted he was on city relief. 

Harold Dale, James O'Brien and Wm. Hackin,. all recipients of city relief, were warned to change their ways. 

"You have each pleaded guilty." the magistrate declared. "And I am not inclined to be too hard on your but and here his worship paused impressively. "I do think you men are taking a rather mean advantage when you accept public charity and then go out and abuse the privilege. by getting drunk at parties on other people's expense. Now promise me you will change your ways." "Yes - yes -yes," said the three in chorus. 

"Very well," resumed the court, "remanded for sentence in charge of Capt. Bunton of the Salvation. Army." 

Wm. Kelly was ordered to keep away from police court in future. "You are altogether too familiar a figure in early court," said the magistrate. "Now go along and see if you can abstain from overdrinking in future." Kelly hung his head and went. 

John Skotynsky slept in a C.P.R. box car without permission. Ten dollars and costs or 30 days was the penalty. 

Detective John Atkinson has written The Star pointing out the report in the police court column on Monday to the effect that he had arrested a man who begged at his door for a meal is incorrect. Detective Atkinson had no connection with the case. 

Caught Running Alcohol Paul Romanink, was fined $200 and costs, or three months in jail by Magistrate Jones in the liquor and traffic court for having alcohol illegally. He pleaded guilty in Polish through Interpreter Markovitz. 

"He had in his possession a quart bottle of alcohol," stated P.C. Fred Grose (499) who arrested him on Nelson St. "I asked how much he got for running alcohol. He said 25 or 50 cents a trip. Later he said he bought it from a man on the street by the name of Mike." 

"On a farm near Richmond Hill. they're making alcohol," said the accused. "They started in 1918." 

Wm. Keenan, charged with reckless driving, asked for a remand and will appear again on Feb. 22. Bail was set at $50.

Orville Mullen was charged with. reckless driving by P. C. Graham. (762). "He wants to straighten up some damage done," said W. B. Horkins asking for a week's remand. "The police have his car, I think you could take his own bail."

Mullen agreed to pay storage on his car of $1 per day and was allowed out on his own bail till Feb. 22. 

Itala Angell, alleged to have a fictitious permit and to possess alcohol illegally, was remanded till Feb. 23. Bail was fixed at $1.000. 

Stanley Kania skidded into a plate. glass window and a gasoline pump on Queen St. W. and did $270 damage. 

"I should like you to give me a chance," said Kania, "and I'll give him $25 as soon as I get a chance." 

"Did he do it on purpose?" asked the bench. "No, sir," replied Antony Mole, whose hardware store was run into. 

"Was he in a drunken condition?" "No, sir." "You'll have to collect your damages elsewhere," said the magistrate to Mole, as he fined Kania $20 and costs or 10 days.

[yandere-sins]

ok ok consider: vampire darlings

like there's just so much room for sub vampires and barely anyone's using it!!!

like imagine you're a vampire. and you're kinda bad at it. you aren't getting enough blood. and then suddenly! this more than generous human shows up and just,,,, let's you drink from them. and makes you dependent on them. and maybe takes advantage of that and locks you in their basement. what're you gonna do about it? run away? there goes your supply of blood. if you pluck up the courage anyway and fail they might malnutritionize you, now you're too weak to try. if you refuse their blood they have no problem force-feeding you. uhh anyway sorry for the rant just needed to get that out of my brain haha

Now that you mention it, blood bank! Yandere isn’t that bad of an idea, actually!

Rated Lemon for biting, blood, vampire kink (I guess?), sexual innuendos, forced sexual interactions, belittling/degradation, pet... kink?

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“Oh, Darling...”

Their sigh was heard even from above the staircase, and you lifted your head slowly, sluggishly, being able to make out their form even in the darkness. One of the better aspects of being a vampire—it was easier to see in the dark. That, however, didn’t change the fact that their appearance ran a shudder down your spine.

“You look so...” Motioning their hands thoughtfully, they eventually decided to turn on the light. You jerked, unwillingly, from it as the light bulb flared up over your head. Down here in the dark basement, you weren’t sure how long you had been sitting in the darkness. But it must have been some time, seeing how sensitive you had become to even artificial light.

Truth be told, your knowledge about what you were was kind of shallow. One night you went out to a party, got drunk, some person you met in a club bit you, and now you were stuck like this, craving the forbidden nectar of humans. TV and internet could only teach you so much accurate information. Still, they got you by, teaching you how to order blood conserves online. It wasn’t until you felt safe going out for the first time that you got to know... them. And as if you weren’t in a nightmare already, they turned your life into a horror movie.

“...famished,” they finally finished, stepping off the last step of the staircase leading down. A nasty grin spread over their lips, wide and annoying, and you heaved a deep sigh, letting your head hang low again. There was no use arguing with them, pleading like you did at first when they brought you here. Everything they did had been a farce, and you had to learn it the hard way.

That the supernatural walked among you, even someone uninterested as you knew that. You didn’t think you’d ever turn into one, much less under such stupid circumstances. But when you first met them, you should have known what they were. You should have known that there were fanatics worshipping creatures such as you. Perhaps they were the reason so many even survived in the harsh human environment, as they provided shelter and safety for creatures of all kinds, depending on how much they liked them, of course. That’s why they showed up just a few steps from your apartment. As if they waited for you. Waited that you’d finally come out to meet them.

It was the way the fanatics worked, approaching young, naive turned-ones as you were, offering their help. Offering to give you the information you needed to survive. Give you what you need. You always thought the whole vampire thing was kind of oversexualized, but when you first drank warm, sweet blood from a human’s neck, it was like you’ve been sanctified. For you, it was nothing sexual. It was just basic satisfaction of your needs even though it felt so good. You were so damn stupid, apologizing over and over when you left the kind human almost drained of all their blood.

You should have killed them right then and there.

But you didn’t. You chose to ignore the heavy breaths they panted, the immensely aroused smell they gave off, and the lust in their eyes. When they came back two days later, standing in front of your apartment, you let them in without question, thanking them, so happy to just be able to talk about your situation with someone. They were such a good listener. And they were an even better supplier.

“I’ve been trying a new diet, you know?” they chuckled, circling your tortured body with their hand brushing from your collarbone around your shoulders and back to your chest. “How is it? Do I smell good?”

Freaky. That’s what it was. Alone from their body odor, you could tell they were eating more meat, and it smelled fucking delicious. If you could still produce saliva, you’d be drooling at that point. Being a vampire at least spared you from this shame.

When you came over for the first time, everything had been so normal. They even introduced you to other friends - humans and vampires alike. Everything went back to being okay and less scary, and you felt welcome and at home. Admittedly, everyone congratulated them for finally catching a vampire for themselves, but you brushed it off as some kind of inside joke even though the other vampires seemed... uncomfortable. Now you understood they were like you but perhaps, better off already. All of you were like little, glorified pets to these fanatics, but they at least had been broked by their blood banks enough to not cause a scene when taken out of their basements.

You’d never break. You hoped...

It was inhuman—then again, you weren’t exactly human either. But if they all were treated by their worshippers like you were, you pitied them.

Grunting, you tried to move away, turn your head at least. The constant strain on your arms from the chains hanging from the ceiling and wrapped around your wrists was tiring, but at least they weren’t pure silver. They burned nonetheless, as did the neck cuff, but it was just enough to keep you sitting still, not burn through your skin.

“Aren’t you ready to eat yet?” they teased, grinning from ear to ear. They were so fucking full of themselves, and you were so hungry. But the last time you gave in, it ended with them taking some sleep medication so you’d knock yourself out and locking you into the basement for weeks until you were too weak to move and they could chain you up. Back then, they still came to you periodically to feed you. Until you started to refuse, of course. After that, they left you sitting on the floor, arms suspended in the air, and only came back to tease you with their amazing smell and watch you.

Without any hint of fear, they plopped themselves down right in front of you. You didn’t give them the satisfaction of looking up at them, but even through your eyelashes and hair, you could see the absolute best sight for vampires and the worst one for you. Your teeth marks on their skin were not yet fully healed, which was no indication of time as vampire bites rarely completely healed off. The marks reminded you of all the times you sank into their neck. Of how good the blood felt running down your throat and how disgusting their moans were as you did so while feeling like you wanted to cry.

It was a kink, no doubt. Even if their reasons seemed so shallow, you couldn’t believe anything else, not even what they were saying. They liked spitting big words like “love” and “eternal devotion” into the room, but that couldn’t possibly be the truth, right? Only full-fledged vampires could turn another vampire, so while you’d live for a few centuries, there was no way their devotion was eternal. And love was a big emotion for someone who treated you like this.

“You smell like a pile of garbage. I’m not really interested in you or the shit you’re offering.”

Not your best insult, but you tried. After not eating for what felt like forever, your brain could barely put together these sentences. It wasn’t like that would stop them, but it made you feel a little bit better about yourself.

“Aww, I preferred it when you were still begging me for a bite. But I know how to deal with hard-to-get, you know? Come on...”

You watched them reach up to your bite marks on their body, scratching over the still healing wound until it opened up again. Hit with the irresistible smell of blood, you couldn’t help from opening your mouth and showing your teeth, the urges of vampires drumming in your head as your fan crawled closer to you on all fours. They weren’t even close enough to bite, but you could already felt drawn forward despite the pain. That’s how much you needed them.

Starving animals and starving vampires were much the same, ridden by their instincts. And your instinct told you to bite and drink and perhaps empty this vessel, especially when it was coming towards you, climbing onto your lap and grinding their hips into yours as they presented their neck. It was cleanly shaved and delicious and so, so close. Yet, you still refused it, trying to lay your head back instead of the side as they pressed up to your body. As if you were praying to god, you stared into the light bulb, wincing every time they moved, their arms wrapping around you to press closer while their blood was dripping from their neck like gold.

There couldn’t be anyone on this planet who had enough self-restraint to resist a meal while they were starving like this. Even your frugal attempt was more than anyone could have hoped for. But as if the blood was calling you, your head eventually snapped forward, nose landing right in the open wound and getting coated by their blood. Every airway was blocked by their smell, and they knew they won the moment you clasped your mouth around their neck, your sharp teeth sinking back into their body.

Disgusting. Delicious. Appalling. Needed.

You couldn’t even think in complete sentences anymore as their aroma filled you, their warmth becoming your warmth. All while the maniac was grinding on your lap, letting out laughter of pure joy as you drank from them, knowing they won you over.

“I knew you wanted me! You need me! You love me. Love my garbage, shitty blood, don’t you?” they belittled you, placing a hand at the back of your head and pressing it harder against their body, suffocating you if not for the lack of need for air. They gripped your hair a second later, yanking your body off them, and you whined loudly since you barely had your fill. Blood running down their collarbones was such a waste for someone as hungry as you, and it left you jittery and anxious as they got up.

They seemed to sway at first, probably from the loss of blood they experienced, but they caught themselves with a cocky grin. Fiddling with their pants, they unbuttoned them, showing your hungry, needy eyes the lace they were wearing underneath before they stripped them off and approached you again.

“You can have more,” they purred, dragging their fingers from your neck up to your chin until your eyes met them. “I know you want me, but I want you to show me how much. A good time for a good meal, isn’t that a good deal, Sweetheart?”

Leaning forward, they brushed their lips over your blood-stained ones, slowly deliberately until their scent drafted back into your nose from your bitemarks. “Show me some love, and I’ll treat you better than you deserve, I promise.”

Straightening their back, they stepped forward again, placing their crotch right before you. That fucking cocky grin was enough that it made you want to bite them right where it hurt, but...

You were so hungry.

Could you survive weeks alone in this basement without getting food again? Would it hurt to give in—just this once? When you had your strength back, you could break free! You’d get rid of this asshole and do better from now on, not relying on anyone! The plan was perfect!

“There we go, good pet,” they purred as you stuck out your tongue, still hesitant. But they didn’t want to wait for you to get comfortable, closing the distance and grabbing your head to direct it between their legs. A malicious grin spread on their lips as they watched you settle where they wanted you. They knew so much more than you did. For example, you’d never get out of here or even be able to touch the pure silver door they installed on top of the stairs for a hefty sum. You’d learn your lessons the hard way.

“Love me, you needly little bloodsucker.”

[library-of-ohara]

hii would anyone be willing to write me some sabo propaganda? 👀 i’m thinking a nsfw yandere scenario for that crazy son of a bitch 😈 afab reader pls

to the person that takes this thank you!! and ily!!!!

@lawscorazon

Request fulfilled by @cyborg-franky [shamefully]

Sabo x Female Bodied Reader [No pronouns] N/SFW Word Count: 3,008 [sweats] [More warnings under cut, and boy or boy is there MANY]

WARNINGS: Pet play, anal, fingering, pussy, cunt, bitch used alot. Pain play, voyeurism, yandere themes, n-oncon, power imbalance, penetration, maybe other things...

Your friends had told you not to get involved with nobles, especially the ones that lived on this estate. The job offer had been posted for a while and many chose to ignore it, you should have, you should have kept going that rainy day. Rushed home to change, to get warm, bundle up as tightly as you could from the storm.

Instead, you fixated on the tatters in your clothes, the holes in your shoes that let in the cold water and drenched your threadbare socks. Your jacket did nothing to protect you from the elements. You stared at the number on the sheet of paper behind the glass of the noticeboard.

Your umbrella turned inside out and pulled from your grasp leaving your mood sinking lower and lower. You grimaced as you stared across the grey, miserable bricks, up along the street to the mansion in question.

If not for the weather that day and if not for just how low you’d felt, the sinking whirling pity that edged your depression further into your heart you might not have been in this situation. Why hadn’t you listened to your friends?

Did they miss you? Did they ask where you had gone? Did they glance up the hill to where you were and wonder if you’d fallen for the promise of greener grass? Or just like anything around here, had you ceased to exist.

--

Sabo chuckled as he circled you, his eyes travelling over every inch of your exposed flesh, fingers covered in rich leather pressed under your chin, forcing you to stare at the light fixture as the Nobel admired your posture. His chuckle was cruel, mocking as he gripped your face turning it from side to side.

“The gag looks good on you, maybe it’ll teach you to keep your opinions to yourself huh?” Sabo smirked as he reached both hands up to where the gag was fastened around the back of your head, tugging it even tighter, your mouth struggling around the bit forced between your teeth, you could feel drool forming at the corner of your mouth.

“Nothing to say?” he laughed when you muttered something, muffled around the obstacle in your mouth.

“That’s what I thought, pet.”

He let go of your chin, letting your head flop down once more, you stared ahead, seeing your reflection in the full-length mirror, grimacing around the gag, narrowing your eyes. On your head sat two fluffy ears, a thick heavy collar around your neck with a name tag that simply read ‘bitch’. Black leather straps wrapped around your body in intricate, delicate designs that under other circumstances you’d think you looked amazing.

No clothes covered you, your sex laid bare to the room. Sabo could be heard pulling various things out of the draw, talking to himself in hushed mutters, your anxiety pulling at you further, you want to turn around and see what he was doing but that urge was curbed by the memory of the sharp intense feeling that still lingered on your left ass cheek.

“You need a few other accessories before I take you on a walk, pet.” He hummed like he was just contemplating the weather like this wasn’t sending fire to your cheeks, red spread across your face as he ran a gloved hand up your side.

“Such cute nipples,” he held something in his hand as he stepped around to your front, maliciously flicking one of the pert buds, standing to attention at the mercy of the slightly open bedroom window.

“I think they could be improved though.” He opened his hand, showing the clamps in his palm, a chain and what appeared to be a weight sat there.

Sabo wasted no time in attaching the rubber-tipped ends to each nipple, you gasped once, twice as they were attached firmly on your buds, you felt the sting, the heat that came from the uncomfortable pinching sensation. The chain dangled between your breasts as he clipped the weight on the centre point.

His eyes lit up when the object caused a tautness in the chain, pulling your nipples with it, making you grunt around the gag, drool steadily growing as you tried to swallow, trying to brace yourself for more of the unpleasant sensation of your nipples being forced down by gravity.

All he could do was offer you a sweet smile, his eyes crinkled in fondness, like a lover who’d returned from a trip, the joy on his face as he watched you wriggle at the strain. He even had the audacity to kiss your cheek, his hand grazing your skin as he did so.

“So good for me, aren’t you?”

You narrowed your eyes, scowling at the man, wishing you didn’t have the gag between your teeth, you wanted to snap at him, spit in that smug bastard’s face, slap him across his cheeks, anything to take him down a peg, consequences be damned!

“Alright pup we’re almost done!” he proclaimed as he gave the chain one final tug, your body jerking forward just to ease the tension your chest was feeling.

“Get on all fours for me, bitch.”

You hated this, you hated him. You thought about the things worse than this, the places he could send you, he’d bragged about how many servants had come to an end thanks to him and you didn’t long to be thrown to the trash heap, body sold in parts to the black market.

This had to be better than that? Right?

You assumed the position, palms flat on the expensive rug, knees feeling the soft texture, your ass pointed at the nobel. Sabo rubbed his hands over your ass cheeks, making a crude comment and a whistle when he parted them. Looking at your pussy from behind, noting the gathering moisture.

“Is my bitch in heat?” he tutted, a laugh that sounded so sweet from the man with the looks of an angel, yet the mind of the devil lurked deep within.

Still unable to say anything, you closed your eyes, your ears feeling the tinge of heat that spread over your face with each degrading word that came from Sabo. You heard him moving around behind you once more, you braced yourself when he pushed your head to rest against, the floor, your ass in the air.

He pulled out the plug, attached to it was a fluffy tail that matched the ears balanced on your head. Sabo tugged off his gloves, setting them to the side as he got out the lube, spreading a generous amount along the shaft of the toy, coating two fingers he plunged them into your ass.

You yelped, muffled but pained nonetheless, you tried to move your ass away from him, but he started to roughly scissor fingers inside of you, stretching you out against your will. You choked out, struggling to cope with the rude intrusion, at least he was breaking you in for what was to come. You felt saliva around the corners of your mouth as you got fist falls of the rug’s plush strands, knuckles turning white as he added another finger without mercy into your puckered hole.

Groaning, whimpering you cried out when Sabo just as without mercy with his insertion pulled his digits out. Leaving your hole clenching around nothing, Sabo grinned, you could see the manic expression when you turned your head enough to look in the mirror. Your eyes widened at the size of the toy he held up to show you, wriggling it in the air with a raised eyebrow.

You shook your head pitifully as if it would do you any good. He took the plug, pressed the blunt tip into your hole and you were for once, truly thankful for something he’d done, the preparations as crude and rough as they were at least meant you didn’t end up in tears at the feel of the plug stuffing you.

The sinful moan it ripped from your parted lips made him laugh loudly, a hand slapping your ass as he watched your face in the mirror. How your expression contorted with each thick inch that pushed further into you. He nodded to himself when the toy finally bottomed out inside you, just the tail hanging loose, the fur tickling the back of your thighs, another mixed sensation that confused your brain further.

Your pulled tingling nipples, exposed cunt to the chill air, the plug stuffing you full and now the gentle tickle on the back of your legs. You needed time to focus, you didn’t have that luxury as Sabo rubbed his hands together, the sound of skin clapping dragged you from your daze.

“Sit,” the demand was simple, it took your foggy mind a second to understand which got a tut from Sabo.

He grabbed your collar and tugged you to sit back on your haunches with another gargled sound as air was robbed from you momentarily. Sabo attached a leash to the thick metal ring that hung from the front of your collar, he gave a sharp tug once he’d stepped forward.

“Let’s go for a walk huh?” the sound in his voice was sweet, betraying the sinister intent of the man that now pulled you through the hallways of the fancy manor.

Other house staff gave you sympathetic looks, glances of pity and grimaces at the expression on your face. How the chain between your breasts swayed, causing the weight to pull and tug with each struggling motion as you crawled like a dog along after Sabo.

The tail plug filled you to the brim and you felt every single sensation as you moved, the rubbing of its bumpy surface against your clamping walls. Sabo seemed proud; his head held tall as he pulled you every time you seemed to lag behind.

“Your too slow pet, need more motivation?” the hint of danger in his voice was enough to make you shake your head, drool falling from your gag as you did so, trembling form as you tried to speed up, catch up with his long strides, feeling your knees gaining rug burn from his sharp tugs.

He dipped his hand into his pocket, finding a remote which he flicked on, turning the dial to a medium setting. You cried out, making an obscene sound that echoed down the hallway, your hips shaking as you trembled. The toy stuffed in your ass came to life, vibrating loudly, shaking inside your tight passage, your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Come on, bitch,” why did that tone, and that awful word make your mind dizzy? Make your cunt throb.

It wasn’t long before Sabo had managed to drag you from the nice warm house and into the garden, you were glad for the high walls around the estate, the gate at the front of the house, however, was where he was pulling you.

Moving was even harder with the increasing vibrations of the toy. You moaned with each crawling movement. He at least was kind enough to pull you along the grass instead of the gravelled path, The wet strands chilled your naked form, sending a shiver through you. Your nipples tingled at the sudden cold that added to the stinging pinch the clamps provided.

He paused, looking around the garden, lanterns cast their glow across the both of you. You heard footsteps of people walking past, wondering if you’d be seen. You held a breath, wishing you could muffle your desperate whines and moans as Sabo turned the toy up to full. Your hips started to shake; you could feel the slick from your cunt dampen your thighs.

“My bitch is in heat, aren’t they? Do you want to be fucked? Want my cock?” You closed your eyes, you didn’t want to answer him, he grabbed the leash and pulled you upwards, stealing your breath once more.

You sat back on your heels, your breasts on display for anyone who happened to walk past the barred gate. You whimpered when a hand wrapped around your front, pulling the chain tightly, your nipples being pulled together painfully, some reason your body now delighted in the sensation.

Oh no, you really were in heat, you really did want Sabo’s cock to pound you, fill your needy cunt. You said nothing as he licked behind your ear, that same saccharine tone you were growing to hate whispered “Good dogs beg for a treat, go on, beg.”

You knew what he wanted, you couldn’t talk, you had to beg, just like a fucking animal. He let the leash have slack, enough for you to turn around, and you placed your hands up, just like a dog. The sneer on Sabo’s face turned into a delighted smirk as he ruffled your hair and praised you in the most condescending tone you could imagine.

“Present for your master, good pet.” He cooed, his hand rubbing your cheek, softly caressing like a lover would touch you, it felt like another mockery on your soul.

Turning once more you placed your flushed face on to cool wet grass, enjoying for a moment the sensation that wasn’t abrasive and caused by him. You heard the buckle of his belt, the tell tale sign of the zipper being pulled down.

Your hands gripped at the damp strands of grass, waiting, bracing yourself as you heard him talking to himself or at you, you weren’t sure you just knew you needed to get ready because nothing about Sabo was gentle. You felt the tip of his cock rub against your pussy, he rubbed at your clit on purpose, eliciting a moan from your muffled lips. He pushed in, deep, hard, unrelenting and you squealed.

You pushed up against him like your life depended on it. The feeling of being stuffed in two holes at once was intoxicating. The sounds you unleashed to the world were sinful, but not as filthy as the lude wet sounds your cunt made as he started to pound into you. He gripped your tail, pulling the plug out just enough before pushing all the way back inside.

Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure thrummed through your being, letting out a choked sob as you swayed your hips back and forth. Sabo laughed at your desperate, depraved sounds, pulling his cock out just to thrust back in, feeling your tight walls grip him, pulling him as deep as he could possibly go. The toy filling your ass made your cunt even tighter, the pleasure elevated for you both.

“I can feel the vibrations through your walls… you feel so good, so wet for me.” He sighed, he pushed the toy back in once more, leaving it in place so he could grab your hip roughly with one hand, leaving indents in your skin while the other hand wrapped the leash around once, twice, pulling tight.

Your body was pulled back, taking him more than you thought possible. Your sinful moaning and his lustful grunts mixed into the night air; footsteps tugged at your subconsciousness as you stared ahead. Two people walking squinted into the darkness and saw you being fucked like a common slut on the lawn of the fancy estate.

Hushed whispers as they rushed past. Sabo laughed as he regarded the retreating pair. “They think you’re a whore and they aren’t wrong, are they?” he asked and you ignored him, he pulled the leash harder, and you groan as your pussy clenched harder on his cock.

“What was that? Shake your ass if you agree, bitch.” You had to reply, you had no chance, you shook your hips, his cock stirring you up even more.

“Good,” he pats your rump as he punctuated his praise with an extra hard thrust.

The weight attached to the chain on your nipples jiggled and swayed, pulling them down to earth as Sabo rocked his hips against you, his balls slapping against you with just as much brute force as the tip of his dick hitting your cervix.

“I’m close,” he huffed, tugging the leash, pushing in deeply. It was making your head spin; you were close as well.

“I’m going to fill that slutty cunt of yours with my cum, going to be a good pet and take it all?” you didn’t know why but as you gasped and moaned around the gag in your mouth, biting down as hard as you could, you nodded, and shook your hips, pressing back against him.

Cruel laughter erupted from Sabo as he carried on. You were so close, every single thing he was doing to you, his words, oh you were close, you were climbing that hill, higher and higher, you knew once you slipped over the edge into the blissful abyss there would be no coming back.

You came for him, you came for your master, crying out, panting, you came hard on his cock, your cunt holding tighter than before as he fucked you through your orgasm. He praised you with a sneer in his voice, holding you steady before he pushed his member deeper into you.

He came hard, filling your cunt with his seed, stuffing your womb with cum. You whimpered, the feeling of him filling you with hot cum was enough to push you through another climax, one he teased you mercilessly for.

Pulling out he watched as thick ejaculate mixed with your juices dripped out your throbbing hole, running down your thighs as you tried to catch your breath, an almost impossible feat with the gag still in place. Sabo signed and rubbed your ass with his hands.

“I think we should go again, don’t you? Not fair you got to cum twice and your master only got to once, right?” He pulled the toy out of your ass; he rubbed his member at the wide-open greedy hole.

“You’re going to get another treat tonight, lucky thing.”

Oh, you wished you’d ignored that sigh pinned to the message board that stormy night..