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crxshed-skxlls · 10 months

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— ❝ Dual Purpose

Masky x fem!reader x Hoodie

Word count: 3k+

Plot: During a surprise home invasion from two strangers (Masky/Hoodie), they can't stop arguing on who is better than the other. Soon, Hoodie hatches the bright idea as you to be the judge...

NSFW tags: Threesome, Exhibitionism, degradation, biting/choking, oral sex (M & F receiving), bondage, rough sex, knife play, dacryphilia, dubcon, tongue piercing, overstimulation

TW warning// physical violence is used once (never again after)

Note: Sequel coming very soon... 👀

You weren't expecting any of this. Well, you didn't expect the bickering persay. Your wrists were tied to uncomfortable zip-ties as you watch as these two strangers bicker like high school children. Though they were definitely contrasting in personality. The masked figure seemed more cautious, calculated, and irritable. The hooded man was the opposite, a slacker and pretty compulsive from the looks of it.

" You know I'm better with handling the possessions, you just deal with her. "

" Tch. Good my ass. Your shit at this. Last break in you tripped and fell on your ass. "

" Quit bickering and do your job, smartass. Just deal with her. "

The mask man growls, gesturing to you. You shiver with fear, not daring to utter a complaint. The other, a hooded man, had threatened to gut you if you made a sound. The creepy smiley face then looked down at you as the Masked man starts walking. It seemed the Masked stranger was more cautious with his work, while the hood slacked off. You noted this from their body language and the way they interacted this past 5 minutes. It wasn't long until the hooded figure looks as the other carefully examines your living room drawers, rustling like he was looking for treasure. Hoodie then looks back at you.

" Do you wanna bet, Timo--? "

" Don't utter that fucking name. You know better than to reveal that, Hoodie. "

The masked stranger whips around and barks with a husky tone. If you weren't so scared for your life, you would think that the man was a tiny bit attractive. Though, you at least earned a name. The name seemed simple enough, "Hoodie" for a hooded stranger. You keep attentive though, watching as the hooded figure cracks a sigh. You clear your throat though, wondering sarcastically if the others name was "Masky or something".

" Why does it matter? It's not like shes going to live another day, Masky. "

Wow. Color you shocked; you got the name right -- but that didn't stop you from shakily whimpering at the words. Not going to live another day rang in your ears as they continued. Masky narrows his eyes, letting out an exhausted sigh.

" What are you playing at? "

" How about we end this debate with a judge? "

At this point, you and Masky seem to tense in a confused glance at Hoodie. You attentively perks up at the word... What was Hoodie playing at? The yellow hooded man seems to chuckle under his mask, tentively fiddling with the knife as he steps forward once. Masky seems to examine the other.

" Now that I got your attention.. I have an idea. "

" Hoodie, I don't have time for your shit ideas. Spit it out. "

" Okay, okay -- jesus. I noticed you have been very tense recently, such as I... Sooo-- "

He interrupts his speech as he steps towards you. Your heart skips a beat as you try to scoot away, but hoodie crouches and catches your face with a gloved hand. Masky's eyes turn towards you and Hoodie with a look hidden under his mask. Hoodie makes you turn your head fully to Masky in a teasing manner.

" What if we let off some steam? "

" Wh-- why-- "

Masky's eyes widen as he catches on the idea. You are left in the dark as the two exchange looks. Masky shuts the drawer, not breaking his gaze. Hoodie snickers, soon turning your head to him. Your face was inches from his as he keeps his hand dug into your cheeks. You grunt at the pain, attempting to move but failing.

" You can't be serious. "

" C'mon.. She's quite a doll, dont you think? I think she would be the perfect Judge. "

You soon catch on to the idea with wide eyes. To start to squirm slightly, kicking Hoodie's leg. Hoodie hisses as he releases your face. He cursed out as he soon kicks back with much more force. The kick lands on your stomach, a pained cry comes from you. The stinging pain causes you to fall over. Masky looks at you, and you lock eye contact. You already had tears well up into your eyes, almost like a hurt puppy. You watch as Masky's throat bobbed as he gulps, breaking eye contact to look at Hoodie. The hooded man glares through his mask at you, making you flinch in fear.

" You don't get to answer yet, bitch. "

" Hoodie, this isn't a good idea. "

" What? Is the ugly duckling chicken? "

Hoodie taunts, making Masky groan at the comment. Masky looks at him, then at you again. The masked man sighs, ruffling his hair in what seemed to be frustration. You shake your head, tears spilling from your eyes as you curl up against the wall. You hopped that they weren't being serious, but at the same time you remained unsure from the two. You feel your stomach bubble weirdly, and not from the painful kick from earlier. Hoodie groans at your cries in a both annoyance and arousal. You peak up to see Hoodie's mask pulled up enough to show half of his face. You examine his tough jawline and his faint mustache. What made you flutter in a weird, sick way was the shit-eating grin on his face.

" So? What's it going to be? "

" ... What do I get in return? If I win. "

Masky cautiously mused, throwing up sarcastic quote hands at the "win" part. Hoodie's grin becomes a wicked smile.

" Now we're talking.. You get bragging rights and a chance to unwind. I mean -- who would let a good doll go to waste like this? She's so pathetic. "

You whine at the comment, causing the two to glance at you. Your trembling, looking up with pleading eyes as you watch the two.

" Please -- "

" What did I say, whore? "

Hoodie growls as he flicks his knife into your sight, his hand going for your face before --

" I'll do it!! "

You yell out as you quickly shut your eyes. You expect a stinging feeling, or a plunge of a foreign object.. However your met with a frozen silence. You peeked an eye open, noticing the two stranger's expressions. Hoodie stopped in place, the knife mere inches from your face as his mouth is slightly agape with surprise. Masky's eyes are wide with the same surprise.

" ... What - What did you say? "

" I - I'll be the judge. Just- Just please don't kill me. "

You stutter and plee with the hooded figure. Shock soon turned into cocky, unadulterated amusement on the man's face. Hoodie slowly turns to Masky with an astonished laugh. His knife lowers from your face as you open your other eye, watching.

" Even better. We got an attractive freakshow to toy with. C'mon Tim, let loose. "

" What did I tell you, Brian.. "

" Hey! Relax. What's she gonna do, kill us? "

Tim and Brian.. Those names echo before Masky-- or Tim steps and joins the other man as he stands. They both look over you, their oogling making you feel small. Hoodie's smirk fades to a smile, flicking his pocket knife shut. Your almost relieved -- until he started speaking.

" Get up. I'll give the honors of Tim going first. "

You quickly attempt to get up, only for you to stumble as your shaky legs betray you. Hoodie giggles like a little boy as he watches you struggle, but Masky's pants tell more than his mask with this situation. You noticed the thick part stick out of his tight pants, revealing just how aroused he was. Hoodie soon turns around, seeming to go shove everything off your living room table. You flinch at the sound, only for Hoodie to motion you over. You pass Masky was you wobble over, his eyes boring into you attentively as he turns. You stop for a minute, making Hoodie's mouth form into a disgruntled line. You open your lips, and with a careful voice --

" I have one- one request. "

You emphasize the one as you speak, hoping that the two wouldn't attempt to silence you. Hoodie takes a moment to think, before sighing with a groan.

" Hhh- what is it? "

" I- I want to see your faces. "

" ... What-- "

The two men incline harmoniously, but you quickly intercept anything after that. You utter a wait as you step closer, your lips quivering slightly in nervousness.

" You want me to judge, right? We- Well I want to be able- able to judge you both thoroughly... "

You explain with a harsh breath. Your brain screamed against your actions-- logic telling you that you were insane for the request. Though, your body and fluttering adrenaline said otherwise. The two men exchange looks, only before looking at you again. You stand there as you hear Masky's footsteps, shivering as he stands behind you. Hoodie grins slightly. Your face flushes a pale pink, your tied hands balling into fists as they continued to stare.

" You really are a freak, huh? "

" mm-- mhm.. "

" ... Fine. "

" Do I get a say in this?? "

Masky scoffs, obviously defensive of his mask. Though, Hoodie takes off his mask. Your eyes widen as you lock eyes with Hoodie. He cocks an eyebrow, smirking at the small reaction.

" Tim, C'mon. It's not that bad. "

" No. "

He sternly replies, shoving you towards the brunette. You struggle to catch yourself, stumbling as you attempt to stand straight. Hoodie sighs with a tsk, taking you by the shoulders and moving you to sit down on your wood table. You look up at him, his smug look making you red in the face. He laughs at you, not even Noticing Masky next to you both.

" God, your a whore. Getting all hot and bothered by two strangers? Though, I'm flattered. "

He degrades you as he takes steps back. He looks at Masky, a grin on his stubble face. Masky looks on as Hoodie maneuvers on the other side of the small table, sitting on your sofa.

" Go on, you can start the show. Show us what you got, big boy. "

" Don't ever call me that again. "

Masky cringes by the taunt, only to get in front of you. His tall stature makes you more wobbly, watching as he takes off his gloves. He throws them on the floor, soon snaking a hand under your shirt as he stares into your eyes. You tense at his rough, calloused hands as you watch. Hoodie carefully watches. Masky seems to hesitate about something, only before going to your ear.

" Close your eyes. "

Masky whispers in a hushed voice. Your eyes narrow a little bit in curiosity before you feel Masky's hand rubbed your love handles. You finally take a breath as you look at the stranger.

" What? "

" Close your eyes. If you want more, close your eyes. "

You couldn't tell if this was a hint for consent, or he was genuine about it. Either way, you cautiously close your eyes. He seems to reward you with your compliance, hearing the sound of plastic drop to the table and Masky giggles. You gasp as you feel a nibble on your earlobe, sending tingles of weird pleasure down your body.

" Good, Good... Keep them closed until my say, understand? "

" What are you whispering about? Get on with it. "

Hoodie whines, but Masky ignores him. You nod in understanding before you feel Masky take off your shirt. You keep your eyes closed as you shiver at the feeling of lips on your neck. You can hear the faint sound of a click noise, and it seems to irritate Masky as he mutters out something between kisses. You dont dare open your eyes, but you are wondering what Hoodie is planning.. Or at least doing. Your thoughts are interrupted though as Masky takes off your shirt, the cold air of the room hitting your hot skin. Masky pushes you on the table, causing you to let out small gasp. You were now in your black, laced bra you always wore around the house. You hear Hoodie let out a hushed moan, making you want desperately want to see what he is up to. Masky continues his work, and you open your legs for him as his tongue dragged along your neck and his hands guide to your bra. You hear Hoodie stifle a rough groan, before letting out a whitty snicker.

" What a great show, Tim. Smile for the camera~ "

" Fuck off. "

" Wooah, didn't mean t-hah- to piss you off."

His teased tone comes out with a coo, and Masky growls onto your skin. You get a sick feeling knowing that you're being recorded, but you cant help to think about how Hoodie looked sitting there. You moan as you think about the bead of sweat on Hoodie's face dribble down as he palms his pants, holding his camera steadily to the scene as he watches. Your snapped out of it as let out another gasp as Masky lifts your bra up, exposing your tendered breasts. Your nipples were already hardened, and Masky let's out a soft grunt. You hear the sound of Hoodie getting up, the sofa creaking as he does. You tense up, moaning as Masky licks one of your nipples. You feel Hoodie bend down in front of you, and you bite your lip as Masky bites your nipple softly. You can feel Hoodie's hot breath as he chuckled, which made your core throb with neglect.

" Your enjoying this huh? It takes a special type of sicko to like this type of thing."

" You – haah- you like it too though. "

You sputtered out defiantly, making Masky let out a snicker of his own. Hoodie seems to pause, his hand tightly gripping your hair with a huff. He keeps your head up as you spill moans, only before yelping out as Masky bites your breast, feeling the sting as Masky sucks a mark onto you. Hoodie grunts watching you spill your moans out for them. It came as a surprise though as Hoodie pulls you into a kiss. You gasp, giving him time to shove his tongue into the kiss. Your pleasantly surprised as you feel the silver trinket in Hoodie's mouth, processing a tongue piercing. You moan into his moan as he groans in yours, Masky's eyes boring into you both as he pops off your chest with a slick pop. You feel hot as your body flares with pleasure, bucking your hips with want as you moan into Hoodie's mouth. Hoodie smirks in the kiss before pulling away. You feel a string of saliva break as he wipes his mouth. Masky starts to softly kiss down your abdomen. You hear Hoodie mutter suckup– only before turning his attention back to you.

" Do you want more? "

" Mmn – yes ! Yes I do– "

" Really now? What's the magic word. "

You groan at the extent of Hoodie's teasing. He snickers at you, only before bringing a hand to one of your breasts. You let out a whimper, feeling him squeeze the tender piece of flesh. You let out a harsh moan as you feel Hoodie press on Masky's marks on your chest. You gasp as you feel your pants and undergarments tugged down, revealing your wet cunt below. Hoodie chuckles at the sight, clicking his tongue. You feel as Masky teases your body, making you let out a whimper as you buck in the air.

" Pl- please– "

" Oh? Please what? Speak up slut. "

" Mmn- more ! Ah, fuck– "

" Hmmn, good girl. "

Hoodie laughs at your pleas between moans as you hear the faint ziip of a zipper. Masky watches, observing your pretty cunt as it clenches to nothing. You can hear Masky panting, letting out small grunts as he ghosts his hands on your thighs before giving them a squeeze. You let out a groan, wiggling as you plead with the man in front of you. You feel your mouth salivate, drool dribbling down your chin.

" Heh – you hear that Tim? She so desperately wants it shes - hng- drooling. Won't you help the poor girl out? "

Hoodie pleas with a snicker, and Hoodie surprisingly obliges. You suck in a deep breath, gasping as you feel Masky's fingers slide between your folds. You moan out as he touches your swollen clit, finally opening your eyes. Hoodie gawks at how you look, sweat clinging to your red face as you tremble on the wooden surface. Though you can't help but eye his camera, aimed down at your cunt as Masky plays with your folds. The next thing you noticed made your heart stutter. Hoodie's manhood was present in front of you, thick and throbbing with neglect. His rendered veins pop out slightly, and he was definitely more average. Hoodie's face reddened as you drool over his dick. Masky doesn't comment as you peacefully open your eyes, but you gasp as he starts to lick at your folds, making you gasp.

" T– Tim!! FucK– "

You choke out loud, causing Masky's grip to tighten on you. Hoodie scoffs, continuing to eye you both as he aims the camera to your face. Hoodies statement earlier was definitely a lie. Ugly Duckling your ass, the way Masky's harsh eyes preyed upon your reactions made you already want to come. Hoodie watches with a groan as you then return your attention to him, your eyes dilated with want and need.

" Fuck.. You really are a cockslut, huh? C'mon, I got you help.. "

Hoodie breaths, aiming his dick to your lips. You moan out as Masky laps up at your wet folds, teasing your clit with wet circles. You look up at Hoodie with a heaving chest, watching as his smug face soon turns into a lustful need.

" .. Now help me, doll. "

Hoodie whimpers – whimpers out as you finally open your mouth with a hunger. Your tongue swirls around the tip of his penis, making him let out a sigh of relief as he pushes into your mouth. Your moans vibrate on Hoodie's cock as Masky inserts his tongue into your cunt, his nose pressed onto your labia as he slurps up your fluids. You feel your body grow hotter as you squirm and tense, arching your back in pleasure. Masky's moans dont help as they vibrate into you, making you loose some of your thoughts. Hoodie smirks as you squirm, groaning from the vibrations to his manhood. He soon bites his lip, shoving more of his cock into your mouth with a tight squeeze. You choke, but don't gag. Hoodie is pleasantly surprised that you dont have a gag reflex, causing his dick to twitch in satisfaction. He continues to throat fuck you through your high, you shaking and trembling as your suffocated. Soon, you come onto Masky's face, the brunette desperately lapping and drinking the sweet fluids you gave him.

" Good girl. "

You hear Hoodie breath, thrusting in your throat before pulling out. You gasp and choke for air, letting out a loud whine as Masky plays with your clit. The stings of overstimulation makes you arch more in broken moans and whimpers. You babble before Hoodie quickly shuts you up, shoving his slick cock back into your mouth. Masky grunts, his moans stuttered as he stands. He comes onto you with a growl, panting as slick white ropes on your thighs and cunt. You choke on Hoodie's length as he facefucks you, moans and grunts spilling out of him. He babbles, muttering praising remarks with subtle degrading terms. It was long until he let's out a drawn moan, burying himself all the way in the back of your throat. You spasm as you come with him, for the second time. He covers his sticky ropes down your throat, pulling out. He quickly keeps a hand covering your mouth, his eyes narrowing at you.

" Swallow it. "

He sternly muses, in which you shakily swallow his juices. He groans watching your throat Bob as you swallow, letting his hand release your mouth. The room is filled with panting, harsh breathes, and the stink of sex in the air as you three catch your senses. You feel your body hot and bothered, covered in different fluids as your head spins with a small headache. As you all start to get your sense, Masky is the first to speak up with his gruffed voice.

" So… Who is better? "

" Why is that even a question? I'm obviously the best. "

" Zip it. You're not the one that made her scream your name. "

The two banter on as you think for a moment. Your body is heavy as you watch the two argue. You groan, wiggling as you get up from the table. You feel yourself peel off the wood from the slick sweat. The two silence at once, anticipating your answer. It wasn't long until you giggle, which turned into a mused sigh.

" I don't know.. I might need a round two. "

" What!? You can't possibly– "

" I'll do it. "

Masky happily obliges, leaving Hoodie at a loss of words or taunts. He pauses, mouth agape before turning into a disbelieved chuckle. You watch as Hoodie silently clicks his camera off, plopping it on the table. Masky's eyes are full of delirious lust, and Hoodie swears he's never met such a freak like you. Something in you tells you that you are in for a loong day.

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karniss-bg3 · 7 months

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i know you usually don't tackle female!tav x kar'niss but if you had to give it a shot... just something wholesome maybe? esp since the Absolute is feminine-coded all throughout the game, the overtones could be there for kar'niss to see a kind good-aligned femme!tav as a goddess to worship all for himself. maybe just a scene of her tending to his wounds or arachnid peculiarities as a drider—i.e: maybe he molts and the process is painful but she helps him through it with comfort and grace?

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Where had he gone? Morning light had broke and there were no signs of her eight-legged companion. Tav crawled out of her sleeping bag to survey the area with mild concern etched over her face.

“Kar’niss?”

She surveyed the area, her ears coming to perk as she caught the sound of shuffling from a nearby cave. Unafraid she advanced toward the noise, casting the light cantrip in an effort to shoo away the darkness. She’d come to find a figure huddled at the back of the cavern, curled in tight against the rock face in an effort to make himself as small as possible. She frowned while she carefully stepped closer, willing the lights nearer to get a better look at him. She noticed signs of damage along the abdomen of his lower half, the flesh knotting and bunching up unnaturally over the carapace.

“Gods, what’s happening? Are you alright?” She’d ask while trying to wander closer.

“Don’t!” He retreated tighter against the wall wanting to maintain the greatest distance between them. “This is not for you. Go away.”

She could sense the fear in him, the pain. His leg at the far back of his body lifted and curled in a vain attempt to scrape over his molting mound with pathetic results. He snarled in frustration, planting his hands against the wall, his torso slumped. She wouldn’t be intimidated able to see he was in need.

“I’ll be back,” she said, darting off.

In a few moments she returned with pack in hand, placing it down nearby to root around for supplies. Kar’niss’ eyes narrowed as he watched, a deep reverberating trill vibrating within his throat akin to a growl. Tav heard the sound for what it really was, cries from a wounded animal who didn’t know how to ask for aid. She pulled a bottle of light gray paste from her bag, unscrewing the lid and giving it a sniff to make sure the contents were still good. It smelled medicinal, a sharp tang of bitter roots and sap combined to make a potent salve. Satisfied with her test she rose and approached Kar’niss once more.

The drider reared up in response, his pedipalps rising and extending outward in a threatening manner while his two front most legs stamped into the ground with defiance.

“S-Stay away…!” Kar’niss panted, a panic starting to bubble within him. Every woman he’d ever trusted had inevitably hurt him, betrayed him in some way. Used, abused, and discarded when his usefulness had run out, why would Tav be any different?

But Tav was different, even if he could not yet see it. She held up the jar so he could get a better look. The contents were boring, bland and unimpressive in appearance, hardly what one would think could fell a drider.

“It’s medicine, Kar’niss. It will help ease the pain, allow you to heal faster. See?” She used two fingers to scoop up a dollop of the paste, applying the portion onto her own arm and rubbed it in like lotion. Once done she extended her arm so he could see for himself. It looked perfectly normal. Her flesh didn’t melt away, bubble or boil from the application, nor did it turn any unusual colors. The scent was so strong that he got a whiff and his head jerked back in response to how it tickled the inside of his nostrils.

He still seemed hesitant about what was on offer. That is until another pang of pain ripped through his body, his entire frame quaking in response. His expression twisted and teeth grit in anguish.

“Hnnng!” He tried to turn and reach back to touch the pained segment but he couldn’t reach, his spine unable to twist at such an angle. His brows furrowed, his attention returning to Tav who tried so hard to offer him help. With his lips pressed into a thin line a slow sigh spilled from his lips. “You may...apply this medicine. But do not linger!”

She smiled at him. “Thank you. It...might sting a little, but far less so than what you’re enduring now.”

Tav approached his side to get a better look at the damage. It did seem he was molting and only midway through, suggesting this would be a long day. The carapace that had fallen away left tender pink flesh behind, exposed and vulnerable during this stage of the process. She’d first snap away the dead skin that still clung to him, knowing better than to peel beyond that. This process couldn’t be hurried it needed to continue at the pace it was destined to go. Still, she could at least be rid of the excess and provide him relief from the weight.

Kar’niss was on edge throughout, watching over his shoulder at the ready for the flash of a dagger, the buzz of threatening magic, anything she could do to strike at him. None of that would come to pass. Instead with the removal of the discarded carapace she now had access to the fresh skin below. Her fingered dabbled into the salve and applied a coating over the surface. Despite her warning about the inevitable sting, Kar’niss scrambled and backed up into the corner, a monstrous screech echoing throughout the cave.

Tav backed up quickly and held up her hands. “Easy, easy now. Shh it’s alright.” She cooed, her voice maintaining a delicate hum to keep things calm.

A sheen of sweat trickled over Kar’niss’ face along with the threat of tears in his eyes, heavy exhales of breath pushed between his clenched teeth. He was on the verge of snapping at Tav once more until he felt something unexpected; Relief. The salve started to work it’s magic over the affected area. A cooling sensation crept over the sensitive skin leaving behind a pleasant tingle, effectively numbing the nerves from further assault. He blinked in stunned silence. Her method not only worked but it stopped the pain rather than enhancing it. He glanced at his rounded back-end with a firm look of contemplation, his abdomen lifted and issued a cursory wiggle. His gaze then darted back to her, his savior, the anger steadily fading away.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Tav smiled and screwed the lid back onto the jar. “It should stave off the pain for at least a few hours, I’ll need to apply more after that. At least now you know what to expect. We can remain here until the process finishes. I’ll keep an eye out, guard the cave and bring you something to eat. How does that sound?”

Kar’niss bobbed his head in a quick nod, still a little taken back by this new revelation. He rubbed at one of his arms to self soothe, struck by a new wave of thoughts he didn’t know how to process yet.

“...Thank you,” he whispered.

Tav stepped closer and rested her fingertips on one of his pedipalps, another gesture that brought him great shock. “You’re welcome. Remember I am here for you, okay?” Their eyes met briefly which made something inside his chest flutter, wild and free. His lips trembled enough to where he jerked his gaze away, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

“I won’t be gone long. Let me know if the pain returns,” Tav said. She’d then slip away to give the drider his space, smiling at him over her shoulder until her silhouette faded from the cave entrance.

Kar’niss looked on in an effort to process it all. He lowered himself to the ground to rest while the pain was quelled, glancing back from time to time where the medicine had been applied. Steadily a slow, lopsided smile tugged at his scarred lips, a warmth growing inside of him unlike any he’d known before. He looked to the cave entrance, watching and waiting, for her to return.

“My Queen.”

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #drider #bg3 #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #my writing #female tav x kar'niss #kar'niss fanfic #bg3 fanfic #sfw #romantic #long post

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shslbunnylover · 7 months

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★★★𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 13: 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★

Character: Alcina Dimitrescu

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Mirror sex, boss/employee dynamics, body image issues, clitoral stimulation, Top Alcina/Bottom reader,

Genre: Smut (With hurt/comfort)

A/n: New character bitches!!

Word count: 1.1k

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It was pornographic the way you were positioned, the way your ass was perfectly laid in between the beautiful pair of legs that belonged to the one and only Alcina Dimitrescu, grinding up against her heated sex. Your body was completely nude except for your black lingerie that was quickly torn off your body with the help of the taller woman's claws that emerged from her fingernails.

"So...do you want to explain why you're here in between my legs?" Alcina asks, her hand finding it's way to grip your chin after retracting her claws back into her hands.

You shake your head with only a whimper trembling from your lips, fully aware of the reason you were in such a lewd state, and it was all because of your own stupid body image. You had been trying really hard, you were trying to care of yourself, you were trying so hard to love yourself for the sake of your own mental health and well-being.

You looked over at your maid's uniform, a black and white colette uniform given to you by your wonderful employer at the Dimitrescu castle, tears threatening to prick at your eyes from the fear you felt of the woman holding you.

"My lady...I assure you my problems won't affect my work in any way," You whimpered, looking forward to face the mirror you and the black-haired woman were propped up in front of.

Alcina growled in response, eyes narrowing as her grip increased on your chin, turning the skin around it slightly red thanks to the pressure.

"I don't care what you assure me, my pet," She replied, sliding her opposite hand to your aching cunt, rubbing her thumb around your sensitive bundle of nerves. "I want an explanation for the reason you were being mean to yourself,"

You shiver under her touch as you're aware of how intoxicating yet terrifying it is.

"It's nothing My Lady, please rest assured that it wouldn't-"

You're once again cut off by the aggressive grip of Alcina pausing your speech in order for her to speak.

"I have already told you little mouse, you are not to be mean to yourself as long as you work for me," Her seductive voice said, the lust and anger in her voice causing for a trail of goosebumps to appear on your back. "Now explain,"

You take a deep breath, eyes finally letting the tears fall as you began to explain, your speech being mixed with the moans caused by Alcina, who was currently rubbing your clit just a bit more aggressively than before.

"I just wish my body was as beautiful as any of the other maids in the castle, they have everything perfect!" You confess, the end of your sentence being a bit higher in pitch thanks to your lewd whimpers and soft cries.

The older woman only hummed in response, letting go of your chin as you quickly hid your face from the sight of the mirror, becoming slightly shocked when Alcina only sped up her pace to suck out all of your whimpers and moans, not even bothering to pick your head up to face the mirror.

"Little mouse, beauty is a construct," She simply said, her voice beginning to soten as her other hand began to caress your thigh. "You're expected to be skinny, but curvy, but no too curvy that you show any weight other than on your butt and breasts. You're expected to have a symetrical face when that's not even possible to achieve. You're expected to have perfect skin but if you cover it with makeup so that you do have perfect skin, you're a liar. There are so many things us ladies are expected to do that I could go hours on about, but the point is that they're all unrealistic."

Your ears perked up a little, your body still on fire from how fast your orgasm was approaching your shaking body.

Alcina had a plan though, and you were unknowingly following each step to the letter.

"You have to love your body, it's the only one you have," The older woman smiled, showing just how much she cared for her favorite maid. "Our smiles are what make us beautiful, along with our sounds, everything else is just a bonus,"

And just as Alcina planned, you spoke up once again.

"But I just am ugly! You don't get it because you're so beautiful!" You cried out, one of your hands covering your mouth to muffle the noises of pleasure that were currently escaping your throat at high volume.

The golden eyed woman smirked, quickly pulling her hand away from your clit, and using her other to pull your head up to face itself in the mirror.

You cried out in pain over the loss of her touch, tears managing to prick at your eyes as you begged for her to pleasure you like she had been doing.

Alcina's eyes narrowed, and you felt a shiver go down her spine at the sudden glare and lack of warmth in her expression.

"Why would I let an ugly girl cum?" She asked, "Why would I pleasure someone who's ugly?"

Your body froze up at that, and your eyes finally locked with themselves in the mirror, and you truly saw a beautiful person. Even with how blissed out and sweaty you were from the older woman's somewhat magical touch, you somehow saw beauty in you. True beauty.

The lady holding you smirked, and she slid her hand down to your clit, beginning to toy with it but at a much slower pace than originally.

"So if you want to cum, you're going to admit that you're beautiful, my little mouse,"

You blushed furiously, and you took a deep breath.

"I'm beautiful,"

More speed was put into Alcina's touch, your moans filling the room as you gripped onto her thighs, watching your pornographic scene that was displayed in the mirror in front of you.

"Thats a good little mouse, now cum for me, cum all over my fingers while screaming about how I was right, how you are truly gorgeous," She cooed, her fingers moving at speeds so quick your brain was practically going haywire.

"You were right! I'm beautiful! I'm beautiful just the way I am! I ahhh~!!!" You screamed, coming completely undone in Alcina's arms.

Her touch was still soft as she looked down at you as you began to curl up in her arms and cry softly from gratitude.

"You're my little mouse, and you are beautiful despite what your brain tells you," She smiled softly in an uncharacteristic way as she licked the white fluid of her fingers.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #resident evil #lesbian #wlw #pansexual #wlw ns/fw #kinktober 2023 #smut #bisexual #hurt/comfort #body posititivity

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 2 years

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Dominance

“It’s just a costume.” You sigh when Miroku had reacted from your appearance by brandishing a sacred sutra, his eyes so wide they looked about to fall out of their sockets. One of your hands rested upon your hip as it cocked slightly, brows furrowing when the monk circled you several times. “Sometimes I forget that you guys have no idea of what holidays are.” It wasn’t their fault though, since they lived in a completely different era than you came from, so most of the celebratory occasions that were normal to you had yet to be heard of on this side of the world at this time. Mid-sized ears attached to the headband in your hair stuck upwards in a perked way, manicured fingers, clothing that hugged your figure perfectly while showcasing your favorite assets, and with your friends’ help you even had a large life-like tail waving behind you that was fluffier than Seshomaru’s fabled cloak. Heat threatened to enter your cheeks when Shippo complimented on how he approved of this appearance, saying that you looked much better than some of the demons of the actual race which had inspired this homemade costume, and cast a glance towards the oddly silent figure with a head of long white hair whose face was twitching. “What’s your problem?”

The half-demon bristled at your teasing tone, huffing while crossing his arms and smirking. “You look like something that came out of a rat’s ass and you’re stinking up my nose with all that makeup it’s so nauseating.” InuYasha must have thought you weren’t going to retaliate judging from how he turned away as if ending the discussion when you barked a laugh.

“You’re just mad because I look like a better and would be a better dog-yokai than you are.”

He was instantly inches from your face, golden eyes narrowed with twitching corners and sharp teeth bared. “And how the hell would you know that?!” For a split second his gaze darted across your being as the rest of the group continued onward along the path before it returned to yours. Something shifted within their depths that made your heart beat harder and faster when he leaned closer until the warmth of his breath caressed your face. “I’ll show you what I’m really capable of if you don’t watch that ego of yours, Y/n.”

The palm of your hand rose until his chin was cupped within its palm, a smirk raising your lips as you began to walk around him. “Don’t strain yourself while doing so.” A laugh would’ve bubble up your throat at his growl, which you initially thought was harmless, but it dissolved into a surprised mix of a groan and gasp when sharp canines met the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Guess I gotta show you who the alpha is around here.” His voice had become deep again, reverberating across your skin and leaving it tingling as he led you towards the nearby tree line. Sharp claws that could and have easily torn your clothing were careful of the fabric yet tantalizingly rough with your bare skin as they sought for your most sensitive area, earning squirms and hushed groans from you.

#inuyasha #InuYasha X reader #InuYasha half-demon #half-demon X reader #InuYasha X y/n #InuYasha X you #Halloween 2022

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seedclan · 11 months

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Year 1 - Moon 2 - Newleaf

Fireleopard informs Icywish that she is a prophecy cat.

Icywish sat alone, the stars glimmering brighter than she ever realized. What used to be such comforting eyes upon her now felt like heated stares that made her pelt feel hot. She looked out from her perch, attempting to admire the view as she often did, but alas her mind was clouded with Fireleopard's words.

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"I'm what?"

"A prophecy cat."

"And that means?"

"It's not so simple as that, Icywish. Prophecies are fragile things that are meant to guide us and help us understand," Fireleopard explained, his voice raspy with age.

"Then why don't they just tell you? Wouldn't that make their guidance far more effective? If they're talking about me, I want to know what they're saying," Icywish insisted, tapping at the elderly ginger tom's flank, her voice laced with a whining tone.

Fireleopard would normally growl at her, lash his tail, and give her a snappy remark. Instead he simply let her jab at his pelt, his body moving with the force of her paw with an almost sorrowful gaze. The contrast made Icywish tense up, pausing before lowering her paw and eyeing the medicine cat with narrowed blue eyes.

"Fireleopard, what did they say?"

"StarClan spoke of YOU, Icywish. And in time, you will simply know. I'm afraid your fate lies with the stars, and so too is mine."

Icywish's eyes widened with worry, though she rather quickly scoffed. "Well yeah, you're how old? You've been a medicine cat for forever. Of course your fate lies with the stars. And I think there's no better cat to do the job. You're always telling them just what you think."

Fireleopard was silent.

"And that's why," Icywish went on, nudging the ginger tom. "You're the best medicine cat. So I know that whatever it is they said, you'll have the answers soon enough." The brown and white she-cat purred, smiling earnestly at the tom who was always threatening to bite her ear off.

A gentle smile would appear on Fireleopard's face, a rare sight at that. He sighed, his breath cracking as he heaved himself to his paws. "You're one stubborn cat, you know that? Fine, I'm certain I'll be able to lead you ahead, and make sure those stars don't let you down.

"See? I knew I could count on you!" Icywish laughed.

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It had been some nights now since that day. Everything had been normal for the most part, but Fireleopard had been a lot... gentler, kinder even. He wasn't as snappy, though still his same grumpy self. He'd more simply sigh and nudge someone along, urging them to get some help before they got into another stupid situation. His snippy tone was tired, and an aching dull pain gnawed at Icywish's chest.

Fireleopard... you'll lead me ahead to face the stars, won't you?

“Icywish! Sorry I’m late! Did anyone see you?”

She perked up, quickly turning as her blue eyes brightened with fondness. “No. Hehe, but I’m happy to see you.”

#clangen #warrior cats #art #y1 #sorrelclan #fireleopard #icywish

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hazbinextgeneration · 1 year

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Hazbin Worlds Collide Ch24

(Mako/Tristan/Francis/Nidra/Hornet and part written by Palettepainter101

Cheshire/Gemstone/Beauty/Wild-Card/Angel-Cake -me)

BANG

Everything was brought to a dead silence, the shrieking silenced almost instantly as the loud explosion of a new noise filled the room. Eyes where wide and it was in that split second that Wild-Card, first born to Princess Charlie Magne and Husk and next descendant in line for the throne, felt his heart stop beating. A pit formed in his stomach, his knees buckled under his bodies weight as his red rose wings pathetically dropped to his sides, as though he’d just seen a loved one be murdered before his eyes.

Mako on the other hand, seemed to be the only individual in that room that was acting normally - with a gruff sigh the wolf got up from his stool where he had been sitting, after recovering from the shock of the situation - right before the lights and electronics appliances in the room began to act out. The wolf casted a glance to the now limp body that lay on the floor, the only faint sign of life was the steady rising and falling of their chest.

He began to walk towards them, just as the other shocked figures in the room began to recover from his sudden action. The prince naturally, was the first to erupt with anger “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” The room was once again flooded with booming noise as the young prince threw his paws out to gesture at Mako - whom merely gave him nothing but a side ways glance.

“YOU DIDNT NEED TO FUCKIN’ SHOOT HER YOU ASSHOLE!!” When the wolf continued to ignore the princes yelling, Wild-Card knew he gave a proper growl and likely bared his teeth - even as he approached the wolf didn’t budge as he lifted up his lovers wrist to check for a pulse.

“ANSWER ME YOU FUCKIN’ BASTARD!!” Wild-Card demanded. “YOU THINK IM JUST GONNA LET YOU GET AWAY WITH SHOOTING HER?! MY LOVER?! THE ONLY GIRL THATS ACTUALLY GIVEN TWO FLYING FUCKS ABOUT ME?!” Without thinking he threw his fist forward, hoping to land a nice, harsh blow to that little fucks face. Alas he was not prepared for when the wolf grabbed his punch with his own paw - but just barely - and swiftly rotated the princes arm to the side, causing him to be yanked to the floor with a thud.

The wolf scowled “You may be fast, but I’m faster princey.”

Of course he growled in pain, shifting to sit up a bit and cradle his bow sore wrist. His anger begin to boil, and it was then did his final shred of patience finally snap. Horns began to grow outwards from his head and curl backwards as his calm blonde hair began to burst with deadly red at the ends. Fur bristled, he lifted his paw and prepared to dish out another blow - and THIS time, he wouldn’t miss-

“I didn’t fuckin’ kill her you jackass.” Mako bluntly pointed out as if it was an obvious fact.

A wave of silence swept over the room, only for it to break a few moments or so later, only this time it was by none other then the other deer in the room “...Then what DID you do?” No one was exactly sure if Cheshire was asking a question or possibly stating a threat, but no one dared to speak up and ask any further questions.

Cheshire as well as Wild-Card watched with sharp, narrowed eyes as the wolf demon carefully moved to Maizy’s shoulder...and then moved his paw away, a fuzzy red tipped needle like bullet held between his claws. Anyone who had common knowledge in fire arms would have immediately identified what bullet it was Mako was holding in snap - sadly, the majority of those present in the room weren’t as educated in the fields of guns unlike he was.

“...What is that?” Beauty asked half sniffle half growl, her one eye shiny against the light with a fresh bulk of tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. Her girlfriend Gemstone held her close, fur along her neck and arms bristled and ears perked and alert. “A tranquilliser dart” Angel-cake answered, before letting out a mild sigh of relief, thank god!

“That still doesn’t justify it!!” Gemstone barked at the spider demon before glaring daggers towards her alternate brother, teeth bared, a clear sign she was pissed. The two hounds pinned each other down with their famous scowls, the likes of which the row only could have gotten from their boisterous hot headed mother - until a deer stepped in between them

“Now now calm yourselves! We may be demons but we’re not murders!” He shifted his gaze between the two dogs, mentally and physically preparing himself if either one was to pounce. “Besides...the last thing we need is yer another fight from you two-“

“Are you seriously gonna take this bullshit?!”

“Wild-Card I said ENOUGH.” Cheshire repeated more sternly then before, his tone alone was enough of a warning to know that he was gradually loosing whatever kind of patience he had left. Cheshire was known for often being mistaken by his farther by commoners who weren’t familiar with him, with his uncanny looks though it was understandable. However anyone within his close circle of friends knew very well that all of Alastors children had one thing in common: his power. When you where the children to a tyrant, you could have a rather literal hellish tempter.

Cheshire relaxed when everyone in the room fell quite, and Gemstone reluctantly stood down, crossing her arms with a grumble as she backed up a few paces. Although Cheshire was protective of his sister - he would have gladly sunk his teeth into anyone who dare lay even a hand of harm upon her - he wasn’t stupid. He may be talented in fields of dark magic, but he didn’t know Mako well, he didn’t know how well he was skilled with a gun - nor did he know if Mako was out of bullets, tranquillisers or worse.

So he decided the best option would be to let his little incident slide...for now anyway. However, he couldn’t say the same for the young naga who slithered out from her seat, who’s face showers just the faintest bit of shock.

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Pinky red eyes narrowed at the demoness across from him, who mirrored his look evenly. The room had fallen under a blanket of silence, chilling silence, but the dangerous glint in both the demons eyes was all the communication the two needed to get across.

On one side of the room sat Cheshire, only son to the renowned and ever feared tryant, the Radio Demon, and phenomenal show actress and profiteer Mimzy. On the other sat Nidra, only child to the ever villain wanna be try hard Pentious, expert in the dark arts from hexes to curses and (and she has referred to herself once or twice) ruler of the darkness and the undead - which seemed appropriate since her three reanimated cronies sat loyally at her side. And neither could over look the third, Maizy. Cheshire’s sister lay still in the king sized bed, her chest rising and falling with his breaths and hair messy against the three large pillows her head rested against.

It was a glare off between the two equally powerful children, that was until the younger of the two was the first to break the silence.

“I’m not apologising” Nidra hisses out, gently stroking her rabbit companion who lay happily in her other arm.

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“What in the world was that?!” Tristan asked to the empty room.

Neither he nor the two younger demons where prepared when the lights and electronically appliances in the room began to act up, but it had all happened so quickly that Tristan was still struggling to process what he has just witnessed. But he didn’t have long to ponder on it when he discovered that both the children had vanished from sight.

Panic sunk in “Francis?! Hannibal?! Where are you two?” His heart raced, what on earth would be tell Velvet if Francis was gone?! By Satan’s horns what would Queeny do?! Would she still keep up her side of the deal? Would the deal be off? His mind was soon overrun with thoughts and the worst possible outcome...until he noticed the quivering purple tail poking out from under the bed.

“Francis?” He spoke in the most calmest voice he could, knowing Francis he was almost defiantly shaken by what had just occurred, and when he was like this he needed to be reassured gently. His rather unpredictable powers would often lead to further malfunctions in the lights and nearby appliances, so Tristan needed to take this slowly.

Carefully he kneeled down by the side of the bed, and pulled the blankets away to peer underneath, and at the sight he let out a sigh of relief.

Both boys were under the bed, and from the looks of it unharmed, thank goodness! Francis lay trembling under Hannibal’s wings, arms wrapped tightly over his eyes and ears pinned against his head as he mumbling incoherent sentences to himself. Hannibal, who compared to Francis was much more calmer, had his mother ears perked and eyes wide, appearing alert and skittish after the sudden flickering lights.

“I-Is...is it over?” Hannibal asked cautiously

#Hazbin

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sky-limits · 1 year

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{FOV} Overcoming Fears - Cren

The wild hills were snowed over and covered in wide evergreen conifers, topped with a chilling wind that cut through to the bark below the needles. Cren stood here, at the cliffs, mane whipping with the gale. A calf was below her - a calf surrounded by wolves, like she had once been. She knew there was only one way to save the calf, bleating in fear and cowering in the middle of the circling wolves.

She had to face her fears, and scare them off. She had to battle through the terror that threatened to crash through her body like a tidal wave, and fight the wolves. Clipping her way down the cliffside, Cren made her way to the pack surrounding the calf. Once she was close enough, she called out. "Hey! Dog-butts!" The wolves’ ears swiveled and perked, and a few of the five broke away, trotting over.

"What do you want, branch-head? The leader growled, his teeth showing and hackles raised. Cren huffed. She was easily taller than the three wolves who stood below her, but they were many and she was few.

She stomped a hoof down, frowning at the canines. “I want that calf.” The small rukaan looked up, trembling and held captive by two other wolves, little gold hooves gleaming in the sun reflected off of the snow. Her eyes were big with fear, but they grew hopeful seeing Cren’s vivid red coat, steam coming from her muzzle as she spoke with the wolf pack.

“You want our dinner?” The alpha pinned his ears back, anger showing in his bared teeth and narrowed eyes. “You’ll have to fight us for her, you twig.” He barked, and his fellows gathered around him, snapping their jaws, spit flying. They encroached in a circle around Cren, advancing slowly. It brought the Rukaan back to the fear of her childhood, the pack she escaped alone, by running and running…and running.

She didn’t freeze up or run this time. Instead, she kicked out, hitting a wolf behind her, hearing them yelp in pain. She lowered her head with a snort, charging forward and bashing into the circle of wolves caging her, knocking them aside with strong silver antlers. They growled and barked and yipped, gnashing and flashing sharp canines at the Rukaan, dodging when she threw her hooves out to kick them away from the calf.

The last two still standing had managed to not get hit, and now they stood together - shoulder to shoulder, bristling. Saliva dripped from yellowed fangs, and the trio stood off for a moment, snow reflecting back and bouncing off of the silver of Cren's antlers and hooves.

They came at her, darting to her sides, so that she was forced to deal with one at a time. Angling her head quickly, Cren managed to knock away the wolf to her left, but immediately after, the one to her right snagged a mouthful of her mane, tugging her head down and away. She grunted, and wildly kicked out, hoping to catch one of her attackers when they least expected it.

It worked, and she heard a wolf Yelp and scamper away. The last wolf growled, and finally noticed he was alone. He narrowed his eyes, and stared Cren down for a long moment, then loped away to the rest of his pack, limping their way along the snowy ridge. Cren took a deep breath, and then turned to the calf, still shivering. She herded the calf away to a warmer cave, and curled around her, safe and sound, away from the pack Cren was no longer afraid of.

#FOV #fields of valhalla #rukaan #sky's words

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starsvewor · 2 years

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Attack on titan crack fanfiction

#ATTACK ON TITAN CRACK FANFICTION CRACK#

(Y/N) perks up, jumping on the bed, turning around and around until she settles by his legs. Debating with himself, he gives in to her plea. As he slides under the covers, he sees (y/n) looking at him from the foot of the bed. (Y/N) follows Levi into the bedroom, him changing into his nightwear which consisted of a gray shirt and black pants. Placing the stack in the middle of the desk, he makes a mental note to give it to Erwin in the morning. Levi stretches his arms above his head, glad that he finished his workload. She seems to enjoy it, loving it when he scratches behind her ear. A comfortable silence falls over them as he works, occasionally leaning down to pet her soft fur. Levi sits down at his desk, (y/n) laying down by his chair. “I’ve got shit to do so don’t make a mess.” With that, Levi leads (y/n) out of the laboratory, heading to his room. Her ears droop, looking down at the floor in guilt. Just because you’re a dog now doesn’t mean you have to act like one (y/n).” Levi says sternly. The very next second Eren yelps in pain as (y/n) bites his crotch, doubling down in pain.Įren was covering his crotch, curled up on pain. “Aww (y/n), don’t be that way.” Eren says, coming over to pick her up. (Y/N) barks at them, not liking this situation at all. Everyone besides Levi begin to coo at her, coming closer. (Y/N) gets off her, an unimpressed look in her eyes. “You fix this mess right now Hanji or I’ll feed you to the titans.” Levi threatens. “Uh hey (y/n)…sorry I didn’t mean for that to happen…,” she lets out an airy laugh at the end, putting her hands up. (Y/N) growls, her eyes narrowed at Hanji. “Shitty glasses, where is she!” He growls out. “Where did the dog come from?” Jean asks, murmurs of confusion sweeping through the group. Hanji was on the floor on her back and on top of her was a very huge dog, a Malamute by the looks of it. Everyone gawks at the scene in front of them. “(y/n)?!” Levi grows alarmed, trying to look through the smoke. Suddenly there was a crash and a huge cloud of smoke. (y/n) and Levi exchange a glance before she goes over to help the brunette. “(y/n), help me out with this!” Hanji calls out. He had other things he needed to attend to like doing paperwork, making tea, cuddling (y/n), the important things. “Four Eyes this better be worth my time.” Levi grumbles, not pleased that he had to dragged here. “Knowing Hanji, it can be just about anything.” Hanji was busy rummaging through her things, running around. “What do you think she’s going to show us?” Armin questions. Hanji decided that she needed to show everyone the discovery she made, hauling (y/n), Levi, and his squad to her laboratory.

#ATTACK ON TITAN CRACK FANFICTION CRACK#

A/N: hope this was crack enough lol Experiment Gone Wrong

#Attack on titan crack fanfiction

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minx067 · 2 years

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I made a post asking if you wanted to view some unfinished Clone fics, and the conclusion I came to was: Yes. Y'all want that good clone content. Thus, I've come to give you just that.

This storyline takes place after Kamino/Tipoca city is destroyed, so a bit after the final events of the last episode of TBB season 1! Please let me know if you want this to become a fully fledged story! 🥰

Warnings: Strong language, angst, fluff, some romance, NSFW (Hatefucking, sorta) Minors be gone.

Ps, This is the first time I've written NSFW. Apologies if it isn't up to scratch. 🤭🥴

Crosshair scoffs and rolls his eyes dismissively, flipping the toothpick to the opposite side of his mouth, "What would you know..."

"A hell of a lot more than you think I do," you spit back venomously, jumping up from your seat in front of him as your patience with him begins to wear thin throughout the day; your frustration simmering into irritation.

His eyes flick back to you, narrowed, expression visibly contorting. "Is that so?" He growls.

The words come out so malicious and sickeningly slow that it forms a pit in your stomach. He stands up and approaches you, stopping mere inches away. Crosshair was much taller and far more menacing up close, every wrinkle in his face accentuated with each little expression, the way his pupils dilate as he steps out of the shadows, how his honey-amber eyes seem to glow as if a match had just been lit from within them. His gaze pierces into you like a searing hot blade. In his voice, he implores, "And what, pray tell, do you know? Enlighten me..." His malice reverberates through the room; you feel as if a snake is coiling around your body; squeezing you.

As your gaze falls on him, you feel your body tense; every muscle clenches. "I know what you did... I witnessed everything at Gererra's camp," you whisper, trembling. "The people you murdered in cold blood." The words alone are enough to make your heart want to slam to stop, thinking about how easily he'd given the order to execute. "Innocent civilians, not soldiers, not criminals-People who were just trying to survive. Mothers, fathers, families..." Watching Crosshair's expression warp under the assault of his dark secret was another type of fear that will never leave your mind for as long as you live. A brand new level of spite just emerged, his eyes alight with pure yet restrained fury, like fangs sinking deeply into you and holding you in place but not yet enacting the killing bite. He remains deathly silent, the air eerily silent as time stands still.

"Blackmail then is it?" He seethes through partially clenched teeth.

"You asked me a question. I gave you the answer," you reply stiffly.

As if inspired by a thought, Crosshair softens his expression for a moment before flipping the toothpick back to the other side of his mouth once more, perking his brow in response, "Then here's another question. Why shouldn't I share your little secret?" A faint grin flashes across the corners of his lips as he slowly circles you, like a predator tracking its prey and pacing around it.

Your eyes follow him out of sight and then back in from the opposite side. "I don't know what you're talking about."

A soft huff leaves his nostrils as he makes another round, his narrow, golden-amber eyes flashing up to meet your own, glinting under the ship's lights, "Oh I think you do...You're just afraid of admitting that you're not shameless either."

"No," you clench your fists, "That's not true."

The sound of his footsteps ceases, stopping directly behind you. Every muscle in your body stiffens as a gloved hand nestles itself on your shoulder, squeezing firmly as his face hovers beside your ear; the warmth of his breath sweeping over your neck. "Don't play games, you're not convincing enough for that. Or you're just a very bad liar." He growls, his voice a baritone lower and substantially more gravelly. It sends shivers throughout your body, knowing full well how threatening he was-that sense of unease filling the deepening pit within your stomach as the stench of missions past radiates off him; Ash, metal, gunpowder and smoke, all filling your nostrils with each inhale. "I didn't take you for the pretending type. Perhaps I was wrong."

When the last thread of your patience frays away in nothingness, you tremble as your fists clutch at your sides, something inside you snaps, and an adrenaline rush surges through your body, violently shoving him backwards and twisting around to throw a sharp right hook aimed straight for his smug face, awaiting the impact of your knuckles to connect cleanly with his jaw.

But it never does.

In contrast to your own reaction time, Crosshair is quick to catch your fist in his palm just before it meets his jaw. His eyes linger briefly on your fist, before meeting your shock, if not horror, in the form of a narrow, dark scowl. "Pathetic..." He hisses before violently wrenching your arm behind your back and thrusting you forward, barely able to react before your body comes crashing into the side of the ship's frigid walls as he slams you into it full force, knocking the air from your lungs and jamming his abdomen into your lower back. You cry out as he twists your arm further, threatening to pop it out of its socket. An animalistic growl leaves your lips as you attempt to thrash but it only results in him applying more pressure to your shoulder. His entire weight has you pinned against the wall and nothing was stopping him from breaking your arm on the spot.

"Are you finished?" He snarls as he holds your arm in place whilst his other hand keeps your face pinned to the wall by the back of your neck; each slender finger digging into the skin harshly. A string of uncomfortable curses leaves your lips feeling your shoulder begin to burn and ache from being held in such an unnatural position, it makes every little movement agonising. Despite his physical strength, Crosshair possessed a slimmer physique that made him appear somewhat less lean than Hunter and more akin to Tech's frame. However, it was surprising to see just how heavy Crosshair still was in armour.

"Hypocrisy isn't a good look on you. You saw as much promise and potential in this new empire as I do now. Not only did you abandon that belief but me as well, and for what?" He pushes his frame into you roughly as the words roll bitterly from his tongue. Following a few passing moments, the two of you grow silent. What was there to say? Why are your words failing you now? The only sound the tense atmosphere is graced with is the smooth hum of the ship's engines and your heavy breathing combined. "You claim to know me. You make me out to be a heartless and cruel monster...But-" he pauses. It was only when Crosshair spoke again that the realization of his thumb lightly stroking up and down the back of your neck had dawned on you, and for a brief minute it tears your mind away from the burning in your shoulder. "-You couldn't be further from the truth." Despite not being able to see it, you know he's watching you-no, observing you. His gaze, his touch, his voice, and his scent combined with the searing pain in your arm becoming overwhelming.

What is it about dangerous men that humans crave so deeply? Since the beginning of time mothers and fathers have told their children to 'steer clear of that one' because he's 'a bad influence'. Perhaps it's true, maybe it's simply down to the naive mentality of the lonely believing that everyone can be fixed.

A cold shiver runs down your spine as you swallow, his thumb still stroking that one spot on your neck that threatened to make your legs buckle under your weight. As alluring as his touch is, it's simply a game to him; to use it as ammo against you some other time. Despite your body's desire to be close to him, your mind weeps against it and withdraws into itself. The urge to melt against him becomes overwhelming as you feel yourself leaning into his touch, sinking deeper into the inescapably steep pit of desire to not feel worthless.

It's evident that whatever is happening, is impacting Crosshair, finding that his grip on you weakened gradually. From the corner of your vision, you notice him eyeing you with a stare that seems more like one of longing than bitter judgment. His thumb tenderly traces over the same area he'd been caressing for the last few minutes whilst his other hand gradually releases your arm, allowing you to slip your wrist from his grasp, relief finally washing over you. You grit your teeth as sharp shooting pains overtake the joint, bent unnaturally for so long. He withdraws his fingers from your neck and trails them along the tender flesh of your shoulder. With incredibly delicate movements, his fingers slowly sweep over your curves as a lightly padded, stretchy jumpsuit protects the flesh beneath. His free hand takes hold of your waist, kneading tender circles into the fabric.

His touch is unnervingly intimate for someone so cold and indifferent, making you wonder what his true intentions with you were from the beginning. Is this what he had planned all along? Hate-fucking didn't seem like the right term, although he was undeniably the type of person to do exactly that. There is almost a sort of comfort in the attention, however. It isn't just that it comes from someone else-it's from him. Constantly butting heads has always been tiresome; over opinions, missions, or something else-everything else. There's only so long you can run from those inevitable feelings that are so powerful that they begin to tear you apart from within.

Fighting him isn't the right thing to do anymore. Perhaps fighting at all isn't the right thing to do. Facing a harsher truth than your feelings and emotions is what frightens you the most, though.

"I know you had the inhibitor chip removed long before you told them," you murmur weakly, biting the inside of your cheek anxiously. His fingers tighten and dig into you not seconds after the words leave your mouth. "And yet...You still act like we aren't family-that everyone aboard this ship wasn't a part of you."

Slowly and steadily, his hands slip down to your hips, urging you to turn your body toward him. The resistance in your hesitant turn is more than enough for him to know you don't want to look at him, but taking no for an answer is now out of the question. Not after all this confrontation. Crosshair gazes down at you, momentarily wordless as he scrapes together whatever words he can make. "I'm sure you're familiar with the term 'Blood is thicker than water', that doesn't apply here, not after-"

"You know they had no choice." You cut in sharply, tearing your eyes away from him as a heavy pang of guilt rips through your chest and into your lungs.

"And I did?"

"One mistake from Hunter and you want to condemn everyone. You punished people who did nothing to deserve your resentment. But I guess mistakes don't apply to you, do they?"

His harsh features twitch with a hint of bitterness as he digs his fingertips into your hip bones. From the way he looks at you, it's clear the statement pained him. "I never claimed to be the better person," he murmurs, removing the toothpick from his lips and flicking it away. "But I didn't choose a little girl over my brother. She was perfectly fine before, so what changed the moment we stepped back onto Kamino? You betrayed me, just like him."

Despite the tight squeezes Crosshair offered, your arms idle at your sides. "She is as much your sibling as Hunter is yours. He found a purpose, beyond just fighting other people's wars. Why is that such a terrible concept?"

"We already have a purpose!" He urges. "We're soldiers, not babysitters. We were designed to be weapons."

In spite of wanting to be close to him, you felt out of place when Crosshair saw himself as nothing more than the empire's weapon. "You are so blindly loyal to this absurd and inhumane idealism that you wouldn't even acknowledge that it was wrong if it hit you in the face! And it has, repeatedly!" You pry his hands from your hips and shove him away from you, allowing you the room you need to breathe before losing your temper again fully. Despite the constant frown carved into his features, the shove surprises him, offering an incredibly faint touch of shame woven into his expression after he stops himself from staggering backwards. "For kriffs sake Cross, you're not a droid! You are so much more than that...How can I possibly convince you when you insist on burying your head in the ground? I once believed the empire may have been able to achieve everything the republic struggled with. I had hope. That was before I was witness to the atrocities they enacted on innocent civilisations. I did what I had to in order to secure the day where I could leave it all behind because I knew it was wrong."

You can see the glint of remorse within his eyes, masked behind a thick wall of jealousy and pride. His fists curl into tight balls by his sides. "I don't need your pity. Especially not when you defend his actions."

"There's a lot of things you need right now, Cross, one of which is a healthy dose of my boot up your-"

"I strongly advise you not to finish that sentence," he offers before slowly backing you into the corner of the room until your body is caged by his armoured frame, supporting himself against the wall whilst his hand finds itself directly beside your head. The tremble of your arm as you lift it to reveal the small red button on your wrist commlink indicates the poorly masked fear in your current position. Crosshair could easily kill you right now if he just so desired and nobody would be able to reach you in time to stop it, but is he truly the cold-blooded murderer you saw before?

His cold, emotionless gaze flits to the device, though he seems completely unfazed. In fact, he appears to find it slightly amusing for the briefest of seconds. "Go on then. Do it." He whispers as he leans in closer, close enough to feel the threatening warmth of his breath caressing your flushed face.

"Is that a request or a threat?" You bite back whilst hovering your finger over the button and holding his steady eyes with your own in a tense staredown. He remains silent, simply keeping his attention trained solely on you. Within those liquid amber eyes swirled a smug confidence that you wouldn't press that button. And it's true. You couldn't. The second you alert the others with a distress signal Crosshair wouldn't dare consider giving you the satisfaction of another reunion, as bittersweet as it may be. Regardless of how difficult he was to be around, it never took away from the fact you never stopped caring about him even if he couldn't see that.

As you squeeze your eyes closed, you sigh and lower your hand from the commlink. You scowl in defeat and avert your gaze as warm tears prickle and sting your eyes. You aren't ready to say goodbye again. Not yet. But, how can you want a man who refuses to escape the obsession of duty and violence? A gentle set of gloved fingers ghost over your cheek, brushing aside and tucking away the messy locks of hair that draped across your face. He lifts your chin and drags the pad of his thumb tenderly across your cheek to wipe away the small streams of salted tears. When you open your eyes, his are already locked with your own, yet they retained a tender warmth within them that you'd only seen on the very rarest of occasions, if ever.

"I don't want to fight you anymore, Cross...I can't," you whisper dryly, leaning into his touch as your voice weakens.

He leans forward, his face nearly touching your own. "Then don't…" he murmurs before his lips come crashing down onto your own to lock you into a rabid yet longing kiss, unconcerned for the scratch of his gritty stubble grating across your chin. Your lips meld into one another, letting out breathy grunts and moans into his mouth. Your teeth cling to his lower lip before he envelopes you in another feral kiss, the guttural growl of desire reverberating through his lungs as his hands frantically search for your hips to wrench your body against his and press your back against the wall harshly. In that split second before his touch, every nerve in your body and brain is electrified. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible.

There is something unique about his kiss, something that stirs the passions within. Could it have been the promise of realness, of the primal desire that resides inside us all? Whatever it is, it feels incredible. It feels real, it feels like it should.

Crosshair's fingers squeeze your hips, slipping his hands over your rear and plunging his fingers into the soft and pliable flesh, practically clawing into each cheek as he grinds his armoured pelvis into yours, rocking against them and huffing hungry breaths against your damp and swollen lips nearly bruised from his desperate nipping before trailing to your collarbone and grabbing onto the fragile canvas of skin stretched across the bone. A sharp hiss leaves your mouth when he bites down, shivering from the sensation of his slick tongue gliding over the minor mark. Becoming impatient, he rips away the protective plates covering his hips and thighs until he's down to just his blacks, allowing the now insignificant black armour to clatter loudly to the floor and revealing the painfully hard bulge concealed beneath the stretchy material. "Last chance..." he breathes out, his plated chest rising and falling in quick, heavy waves as he releases the skin from between his teeth and lips with a wet pop to leave behind a deep purple bite mark.

"Shut up and make it worth it," you pant in shaky whispers as you catch his mouth with your own. The obvious upward curl of devious smirk forms as he presses against your lips, his teeth grinding and nipping aggressively at anything they can find. When he finally pulls away to search out your neck and latch onto it his hands begin to circle your hips, aggressively ripping down the thin layer of fabric over your legs; underwear and all. Instinctively your hand comes to his crotch, inciting a harsh growl from the rugged clone whilst his erection twitches eagerly beneath your palm. With a quick swipe of his boot, he kicks away the pile of scratched black armour and the lower half of your two-part jumpsuit.

Resting his palm overtop your hand currently fondling him, Crosshair pushes it against his twitching bulge harder before allowing you to unfasten the restricting fabric-his cock finally springing free of its uncomfortably tight garment. Grabbing you firmly by the waist, he hauls you up in an instant as though you weighed absolutely nothing, resulting in the loss of your balance and triggering the instinctive reaction of clinging to him so as not to topple backwards. Taking advantage of your hold around his neck, Crosshair releases your waist and, pressing you into the wall, passes his hands from under your thighs, lifting your legs and hooking them around his torso. Keeping his face bored into your neck and holding you firmly between himself and the wall, he begins to slowly rock his hips back and forth and caress your already slick sex with his cock, letting his length glide between your folds, teasing you and playing with you despite his desperation. Your cheeks flush a warm shade of dusted pink as he grins, peppering a line of delicate kisses up the flesh until he stops at your ear. Panting hot breaths into it he grabs his cock, using the tip to better part your slick folds and keeping it pressed against your entrance without yet penetrating.

With one, single fluid motion he breaches you, allowing a hot and shaky breath reverberate against your ear. It's not the feral and brutal pace you'd initially expected however, no, far from it. Instead, each shallow thrust comes gently at first, small dives kissing behind your pubic bone to simply allow your hips to follow his rotations every time the tip enters and withdraws. You had to want it, you had to beg him to give you more. He wanted you to need him. What's the point in resisting any longer when every interaction always circles back to the place you started from? No matter how much you tried, it never worked. This wasn't about merely blowing off some steam, it's far more than that. It's incredibly personal, not just to you but for him. It's remembering the look of utter betrayal on Crosshair's face the moment he'd intersected you at the spaceport with the few belongings you had left. No words exchanged, just the expression of a man who thought he found someone he could finally trust, leaving him behind as well. Just as his brothers did. That expression will never leave you for as long as you live.

As if he'd somehow caught wind of your thoughts, his hips suddenly snap forward aggressively, forcing the entirety of himself into your slick warmth and ripping a choked cry from your lips before squeezing your eyes shut from the fiery throb welling within the depths of your stomach that already begun to ache and spasm with every thrust. He groans as he pushes himself to your very core, massaging his hardness into your heat as far as he can reach. It hurts, It fucking burns, but all the same, it's like nothing else you'd ever experienced. Not even back in the days of your involvement with him as the Empire's information agent had he fucked you like this-verging on possessiveness. His thrusts become animalistic and desperate, seemingly sparing no thought or consideration for your own pain nor pleasure, as though he was beginning to chase his high a little too fast for your liking. With each push, his hands squeeze and claw into your rear harder, undoubtedly leaving bruising behind. The sensation of him driving himself into your depths over and over again is enough to send you plummeting over the edge, but it's too soon. You need more. He needs more. This is more than just hate-fucking.

You throw your head back, unable to contain the obscene whimpers and noises that tumble from your lips whilst dragging your nails across the hard black armour over his shoulders, only encouraging him to set an even rougher pace. Crosshair keeps his face buried into the crook of your neck, leaving an endless number of painful, dark hickeys scattered over the once untouched skin, now tainted with the result of every emotion being unleashed at once. Bearing the entirety of these emotions, your jaw flexes under gritted teeth as your lungs gasp for precious air with every cry and moan, screaming out his name between thrusts until you're practically begging. But for what? His forgiveness? His love? His understanding that you weren't the traitor he viewed you as? "Cross.." You breathe, "Oh, Cross!" Moan after cry after whimper, repeating his name like your life depended on it.

His face finally leaves your neck, allowing you to in turn conceal yours into his own, desperate to muffle your absurd cries of excruciating ecstasy. His breathing is ragged and messy, continuing his chase for not only his climax but yours. The feeling of the devastating fullness he pushed in between your still lubricated, warm and sensitive walls was willingly accepted by your trembling, sweat-drenched body the longer it went on for. The whining bleep of your wrist communicator tears you away from his neck, although the irritated growl of displeasure rumbles through his lungs it doesn't stop Crosshair from continuing to piston his hips up into just as savagely as before. "Don't answer it," he grunts, squeezing and kneading his fingers into the flesh of your rear again.

You wince, offering the faintest of scowls in response as your eyes find the flashing red button on your wrist. "But it's-"

"I don't give two shits who it is," he snarls, his frustration leaking into his rhythm with a few painfully violent thrusts. "They can wait."

You nod, burying your face into his shoulder again, but his right hand leaves your bruised ass cheek to gently sit atop the back of your head before lightly dragging his fingertips through several silky locks of hair, a far gentler mannerism than what his animalistic pace would suggest. His voice softens, tapping the fingers along your scalp. "Look at me…" That's all you need to hear, willingly doing as he requests and parting your face from his armoured shoulder to lean back and gaze at him all whilst trying to keep your composure with the building pressure swelling within your aching belly. His eyes lock with your own, entangling his fingers within your hair again as you scan over his sweat glistened face just as he'd demanded. With one gentle push of his hand, your lips connect again in a feral kiss, but it's not one of hate, unlike how his rhythm was demonstrating. It's longing, passionate and full of emotional craving.

Soft yet pleading moans pass your lips as a wave of electrifying jolts shoot through your muscles, building up the pressure more and more with every slam. With each thrust, Crosshair continues rocking his hips against you, another groan escaping from his lips as he cradles the back of your head. As soon as your dazed eyes meet his again, still ferocious and doting at the same time, the slight feeling of nausea that grips your stomach achieves nothing: you push it down, suffocating it, and without realizing it you are already grinding against him as if pleading him for your combined release. You know you're close, so close to exploding, the overwhelming wave of pleasure swelling bigger and bigger within your depths.

With a final strong snap of his hips, Crosshair breaks through your last resistance into your sweet spot, snapping like a spring at its absolute limits. The wave overwhelms you, the shock of a thousand convulsive spasms throwing you into an irresistible frenzy. He pulls away from you just in time to be able to gaze at you as you're overwhelmed by your immense orgasm; your eyes disappearing into the back of your head, mouth agape with unbearable pleasure. Under your unstoppable convulsions your back arches, legs trembling under the might of the gigantic wave. His pace begins to falter as your walls squeeze and suck him greedily, before ultimately following your high and coming undone. After another few rough thrusts, he hastily rips himself out from your spasming walls and shoves all of his weight against you; jamming your back into the wall as he huffs into your neck, releasing rope after rope of his load directly onto your stomach.

After a few passing moments of simply clinging to each other in the afterglow whilst coming down from your highs, Crosshair steps back from the wall still keeping you supported against his chest with both hands hooked under your rear and legs locked around his waist. He carries you out of the hallway and into the uncomfortably small sleeping quarters where everyone usually shares the same space to sleep, the few bunk beds already neatly made, possibly by Omega, Hunter or Tech, all lined against the wall in the shadowed room. He sets you down on the lowest bed gently, allowing you to slip off from his hips then leaves the room before returning a few moments later fully readjusted with several armour plates in his arm and a fresh set of garments as well as a small yet clean cloth in the other, tossing the new set of black leggings and cloth onto your lap without uttering a single word. Strangely enough, there's already a new toothpick in his mouth. You eye it curiously, quirking a brow in silent contemplation before sighing and taking a minute to clean up and pull on the clean clothes, occasionally flitting your gaze to watch as he reattaches his scratched armour. It was strange, watching him adorn armour that he never used to wear, something that doesn't represent what Clone Force 99 fought for. Peace, respect, an overall better chance to live free and happy.

You clear your throat, leaning forward on the bed as you fold up the damp, sweat-drenched clothes. "I suspect Hunter and the others will be back soon, seeing as though I failed to check-in on time."

Crosshair continues clipping the armour plating back into place, throwing a dull if not dismissive glance in your direction. Although it no longer holds the fiery resentment from before, you can still sense the detachment in his actions and words. He's distant, cold, perhaps even conflicted. There's so much left to be said, but it doesn't take a genius to work out that now isn't the time to discuss it again. Not yet. You would likely share the same resentment that he does for his brothers and you had roles been reversed if it were you he'd abandoned. He stands up, snatching his rifle and helmet from the floor and tucking it under one arm.

A part of you instinctively wants to reach out and grab him by the arm and plead for him not to leave, the other part wants to convince him he's selfish and brainwashed, but the only words you can think of tumble from your lips with as much enthusiasm as one can muster when saying goodbye to the one person that makes your heart race. "I'm sorry, Cross…" you murmur.

He pauses just in front of the Marauder's doors as they hiss open, watching as the docking ramp extends slowly to the ground. His head angles towards you for a brief second, catching the faintest glimpse of his eyes that glistened with what appeared to almost have been tears before he slips the helmet back over his head, uttering only a few strained words through his voice comm before leaving you alone until the next encounter. "As am I…"

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jaehyunfirstlove · 3 years

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i was playing pool the other day with my friends and the only thing i could think about was getting railed by jaehyun against that pool table🤭 if it’s not too much would you please write a lil scenario based on that ? thank you !!

Pairing: best friend!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: mmm such a delicious request :) thanks for sending it in, and i hope you like it!

“Eight ball, corner pocket.”

You threw your head back and laughed. “That’s an impossible shot, Jeong, even for you.”

Jaehyun, your best friend since forever, rested his pool cue on the floor and regarded you. “How about a wager then?” he asked, a glint in his eye.

“I’ll bet anything, because you’ll never make that shot,” you scoffed, leaning back against the wall casually. Your other friends had already left the room to the two of you, scattered to other areas of the frat house which left the two of you alone. Probably why Jaehyun suddenly became so bold.

“If I make the shot, you let me fuck you against this table.” He patted the table firmly with his hand to emphasize his statement.

You almost choked on your beer. “Are you fucking drunk?” you laughed, but he clearly wasn’t joking, the glint in his eye turning darker as he looked at you.

“Come on, Y/N,” he said in a honeyed voice, “you said I wouldn’t make it anyway, so there’s no harm in taking the bet.”

“True,” you shrugged, “okay I’ll take the bet.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake, but as he took your hand he pulled you close to him, your faces almost touching.

“Just remember what I get if I win,” he winked at you, before he stepped back to line up his shot.

“Good luck,” you laughed, but your good humor was short-lived, because with a resounding whack of his cue, he sunk the eight ball in the corner pocket, just like he’d called.

Your jaw almost fell to the floor in shock, and when you looked over at him he was smirking, a gleeful look of proud satisfaction on his face. “Are you kidding me? How the fuck did you do that?”

He just shrugged, placing his pool cue down on the table and turning to face you. “I’m just that good,” he smiled, his eyes mischievous, “you just didn’t have any faith in me.”

You swallowed drily as he looked at you, knowing exactly what he was going to say next.

“Now pay up, Y/N. I believe you owe me something.” He crooked a finger at you, eyes narrowed, lips slightly parted. Anyone else would look smarmy doing it, but on Jeong Jaehyun the effect was certain and instantaneous. He was your best friend, but even you weren’t immune to his charms. In spite of yourself, your legs carried you to where he was.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed, taking a hold of your hips and looking you over. You felt naked under his gaze, biting your lip as his eyes devoured your body. You realized you were wearing very little, a crop top and shorts because of the heat, and you’d foregone wearing a bra too. He eyed your chest as your nipples started to perk from arousal, and he licked his lips as he brought his thumbs up to rub them over the fabric of your shirt.

You pressed your lips together to suppress a moan, wondering if it should feel weird to make out with your best friend, but to your surprise you actually liked it. He pressed harder, applying more pressure as he rubbed, and this time you couldn’t hold back. You moaned, and it snapped something inside of him.

“Fuck, Y/N, I knew you would sound sexy,” he pressed his body against yours, and you could feel how hard he was. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to fuck you.”

He suddenly turned you around and bent you over the pool table, your hands pressing against the felt surface to brace yourself. He pulled your shorts and panties down, fingers dipping into your pussy, already wet for him.

“So wet,” he whispered, swirling his fingers around in your juices before plunging them into your hole. You cried out, fingers digging into the felt of the table.

“Jaehyun!” you cried, his long fingers reaching your g-spot easily, sending you into a mind-numbing bliss. “Yes! Right there, oh my god, I’m gonna come!”

“Already? Damn, Y/N, I didn’t know you were that easy,” he snorted, and you could already picture the smug look he probably had on his face.

“Just shut up and do it harder!” you were panting, the knot in your stomach threatening to burst. He complied, thrusting his fingers inside you so hard and so fast you came with your vision blurring, toes curling, fingernails scratching up the surface of the table.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he murmured under his breath, removing his hands from you to pull down his pants and boxers. You took a moment to catch your breath, until you felt the tip of his cock spreading the lips of your pussy apart.

“Oh… my… god…” you moaned, the stretch felt so good your knees were buckling underneath you, luckily you had the table to lean against.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, his voice low but strained, pushing into you slowly. He kneaded your ass cheeks as he went, almost as a distraction to keep him from coming too soon.

“Yes, fuck, it feels so good,” you whined, losing yourself at the feeling of his cock filling you up. When you were full to the brim he started to thrust, slowly at first, but you felt too damn good he went faster.

“I’ve wanted to fuck this pussy of yours for a long time,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. His hands gripped your hips as he pounded into you, your hips hitting the edge of the pool table with every thrust. The table itself shook on its legs with the force of Jaehyun’s powerful thrusts, whimpers and moans tumbling out of your mouth as he railed you.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he cooed, “I knew it would look pretty wrapped around my cock.”

The dirty talk was incredibly sexy, you had to admit, words and a tone of voice you’d never heard from him, but it was making you so wet you were probably coating the insides of your thighs with your juices.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby? Come all over my cock?” he growled, squeezing your hips and increasing his pace, ramming into you so hard the table legs scraped against the floor.

“Oh fuck, oh yes, Jaehyun, just like that! You’re gonna make me come!” you clawed at the table, delirious with arousal as the tip of his cock ruined you in the best way possible. You came with a high-pitched scream, your entire body shuddering, as Jaehyun rammed into you one last time, hips stuttering. He groaned, pressing his chest flush against your back as he spilled inside you, filling you up with his warm cum. You squeezed him hard, milking every last drop, then you fell exhausted onto the tabletop. Jaehyun still held onto your hips, and you could hear him breathing heavily behind you.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he chuckled between breaths, pulling out of you and helping you pull up your panties and shorts. “To be honest, I didn’t think you’d take the bet.”

You turned around to face him, smiling at the sheepish grin on his face. “Well, to be honest, Jaehyun, I didn’t think you’d make the shot.”

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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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uhm, yandere Katsuki with a small reader... like idk how to explain but fluff fear? like waking up together but all she can think about is how loud he sleeps and how BIG he is, also him being a total bitch about how small she is?

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goodiebag WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon mentions, kidnapping, abduction, abuse, degradation

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Waking up warmer than usual was something she’d gotten terribly used to.

It had only been a couple days. A couple days in a foreign house without anything to do except prance around in what lingerie Katsuki bothered to give her, or sleep the hours away. Where which the latter was undesirable, because she’d be risking getting snuck up on by the brute predator once he returned. So, she was left walking about, dragging tired limbs through barren hallways, stopping to take in the space of each impersonal room, half-naked and cold in the marble mansion, doing nothing but dreading the time her hero came home.

And in the absence of things happening, those moments where she was in fact preoccupied with something became so much heavier and longer than what they were in reality. Expanded, to the degree where she could pinpoint almost every single detail within the moment.

This was one of those moments.

She wanted to focus on the bed, soft material, caky and cloudy beneath her, but it was difficult to ignore the mass behind her. His nose poking into the top of her head, nuzzling in her hair, a good measurement of knowing how close his teeth were to her neck as heavy breaths ran down her neck like a chilling breeze, ticklish and disturbing like crawling mites. His chest, rising, pushing into her back, the beating of his heart rattling her ribcage. His hands, large and so very warm, warmer than they were supposed to be, scathed like sandpaper as they scratched in their presence by rubbing her hip, arms slung around her body haphazardly, caging her, suffocating her, pulling her close, holding her steady, trapping her.

Like a dragon protecting his treasure, she thought, but quickly discarded of the notion. It sounded too sweet.

Katsuki wasn’t sweet.

He’d come home yesterday, coated in smog, droplets of blood flecked on his sand-skin in no particular pattern. He didn't shower, he’d only grabbed her and walked off to bed. No words shared, only whimpers and dark, disturbing chuckles. She’d struggled, as much as she could against the brute, but it felt as though he enjoyed that more. Tightening his hold until she swore she began to hear her bones ache, bristle as he squeezed the air from out of her lungs.

She was happy she was spared his painful cock that night, but she was sure it would be a short-lived mercy.

His hold; though still strong, wasn’t as tight in the morning. She took it as an opportunity to create more space between herself and the fever-heat and blinding smell of caramel. She almost wished she could smell the blood and smoke instead, something bitter to disrupt the sickening sweet. She wished she could smell anything else, but even the smell of herself was overcome by him. She’d walked around the house thinking of it the other day, how it was almost as though he’d scented her, as though they were animals.

He didn’t take lightly to the disturbing of his slumber, grunting and growling, stirring that overbearing sense of fear inside her gut, her stomach folding in every possible way. She didn’t want to stop, she wanted to fight, she wanted to roar. He tightened his arms around her, squeezed her hip, planting her ass better against his crotch and she froze.

He smacked his tongue against his teeth. “Now what?” He coaxed. She expected his voice to sound groggy in the morning, but she’d learned in the past days, it never shed its ugly tone. “You gonna cry?” His voice sounding almost hopeful as he bit down on her earlobe, earning a gasp that along the way turned into a delicious little whimper. She tried clawing at his hand, his own nails digging into her skin. “Do yourself a favor and relax” All his taunting, patronizing overbearing words, dismissive to her discomfort, rather enjoying it, if only she could see the cracked smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. She kept struggling despite the obvious futility. “Yer’ not going anywhere, yer’ exactly where you need to be... exactly where you belong.” His tone was casual as he sucked in a breath, sighing with a grumbling growl, still sleepy, yawning behind her, comfortable when squeezing her plushie little form, keeping her close like child with a teddybear.

But he wasn't enjoying how her legs were kicking, despite the rest of her struggles being teasingly pleasurable.

Pushed down on her back, manhandled into position, he made to move himself between her thighs. Now, with more mistaken freedom, she tried pushing him away. Foolish fists hit against the stiff muscles of his chest, until he grabbed them by the wrists and pinned them above her head. His face so much closer now, but he didn’t kiss her, still longing to hear her speak up, to beg, to plead, to scream. But he remained close, knowing how every one of his words made her heart beat that much faster, and how those especially crude words made her quiver or better yet bleat, like a little lamb beneath him.

“Come on…” He hauled out. She barely made out the words, as far hidden in the growl as they were. His voice tickling her burning ear, his head resting its heavy weight on her arm. “I know I’ve been busy, but…” He spoke as though she wanted to spend more time with him. “It’s my day off.” His voice in singsong, as if she’d be excited, the tone sounding dreadful and wrong when coming from him, dark as it was. But it earned him what he’d been wanting, that soft and struggled sniffle, breath caught in her throat, an uncontrolled shiver breaking the sweet feeble noise.

Content with what he’d reduced her to, he rested his head on the pillow beside her face, his weight laid down upon her in a lifedraining fashion. He hummed, closing his eyes, enjoying her small frame beneath him. In her rightful place, he snickered. Eyes fluttering to look at her pretty face, hand covered in dried blood and smoke as it ascended to tug a lock of hair behind her ear, his thumb stroking over her lips when he made to retract it. The state of his skin made him cringe when he touched the fairness of her complexion. It felt wrong, he admitted.

They needed to find an even ground.

“Let’s shower, I’m dirty.” She could feel his lips on her ear now, but she was too shell-shocked to snap her head away, knowing what was coming.

In all honesty, she wouldn’t mind a shower. She’d been there a while and didn’t exactly feel clean with him spread, smeared all over her, inside her. But, he’d insisted on being so very close at all times, she was sure the same rules would apply in the shower.

She tried her best to fight, but it was all so easy to simply grab her arm and pull her with him, yanking on her like a child with a toy. Throwing her inside the large bathroom, with strength that almost had her falling to her knees.

“Take yer’ clothes off.” He commanded, having her backed up against the cold tiles of the walls. “Or… they’re not really your clothes.” He tugged at the black fabric of his shirt, one she’d put on after realizing her own clothes were far from wearable anymore, singed as they were.

Towering over her petite shape, enjoying how she had to tilt her head a drastic degree to stare up at him.

She was so tiny, it sent pleasurable shivers down his spine to look at her, small like a little pet. His shirt hung around her in the same way you’d expect a tent would, reaching all the way down to her knees, only barely fitting on her narrow shoulders.

She wanted to sound strong. “N- no.” It came out weak.

Snickering, he placed a hand on the wall beside her head. “I was hoping you’d say that…” His smile was so feral, she began wondering if smiles were ever a nice gesture in the first place. Katsuki seemed to do it simply to show her those large teeth stored in his mouth, teeth that could rip her throat out if he were dedicated enough. “Better you learn sooner than later just how helpless you are to stop me getting what I want.” He leaned in closer, stepping further into her space, threatening to crush her toes under the soles of his feet, his much too hot breaths striking her face on repeat. “Weak.” He spat the word, as though it were venom on his tongue. “Defenseless.” It disgusted him, distaste clear in the growl lacing his tone. “Fragile.”

He’d not gotten exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to scream, whether it was of rage or of fear, didn’t really matter. The tears were no less satisfying though, dribbling down her cheeks, eyes glossy and sparkling.

He grabbed the collar of the t-shirt. She felt the pull, but the tear still came as a surprise. The ripped fabric, now reduced to useless singed rags, pooling around her ankles, and she found herself regretting her wish to smell smoke because the burn of the textile at her feet was not the type of bitter like morning coffee, but bitter in the way that made her eyes sting. Her knees almost gave out when his hand neared her again, his other hand placed above her head, meaning to cage her in between his warmth and the freezing wall behind her.

Her nipples perked at once when he made contact, which made him smile, hand still hot, much too hot. He cupped one breast in his hand, much too small to fill it entirely. He didn’t seem to mind though.

“So soft…” The disdainful tone was gone, but she found herself missing it as opposed to what lingered in his voice now. “So delicate.” Lust was so terribly more frightening than his distaste. “So…” He licked his lips, a hot breath fanned over her face and goosebumps sprung to the surface of her skin. He hummed in response and she was sure she might just faint. “So sensitive.” She yelped when he pinched. “Mine.” His voice was low and rumbling, hot like raked coals. Tugging down her bottoms as well, she did little to prevent it.

Not that it would have mattered if she did.

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tennessoui · 3 years

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1 - Soulmate AU - Soulamtes share dreams to learn more about each other and to teach each other their local traditions if necessary. Obi-Wan learns the hardship his mate faces in slavery, their secret language, and how to help free slaves. Anakin gets taught about the Jedi, reading, writing, and how amazing his mate is.

ahhhh ok i really don't want to share this under this prompt because i wrote the ask down wrong in my notes so the prompt i wrote follows my poor notes that just say - 'soulmate sharing/learn about them before they meet' but this is amazing prompt wise and it would clear up a ton of misconceptions in the prequels obviously if they both got dreams of the other's early lives but this is.... not that but i hope you enjoy anyway <3 <3

1. Soulmates (and daemons) (2.0 k)

Obi-Wan doesn’t have a soulmate for sixteen years.

It’s just him and the animal representation of his own soul that had traveled to the Temple with him as a babe, a Vulptex kit. She’s named herself now and grown larger and stronger through the years, her coat growing out to perfect crystalline ends. From a distance, they look like razor-sharp spikes of ice. Or so other people have said.

Obi-Wan knows that’s not true. He knows that his soul isn’t cold or untouchable or unreachable. But he’s had no luck telling anyone else that, not when Avarie snaps at everyone who tries to touch her in a manner that’s quite un-Jedi like. She’s prickly and quick to bristle. He’s emotional and angry, even before he’s ten years old.

Look, it’s not easy living around people who all know they have soulmates, either because they’ve met them or because they’ve woken up to find that their own animal has disappeared only to be replaced with their mate’s soul representation.

Most of the time, that sort of switch happens when a person’s still a youngling. A very young youngling. Sometimes babies are taken to the Temple with their soulmate’s animal tucked between tiny arms. Those, in Obi-Wan’s opinion, are the luckiest ones. They never have to wonder if they even have a soulmate at all.

They just grow up knowing that they’ll be loved one day.

Obi-Wan grows up thinking maybe it’s just going to be him and his vulptex until the day he dies. It makes him angry at the injustice of it all.

He knows his own emotions probably keep him from a Padawanship, but he can’t help but think that Avarie’s own appearance and attitude certainly don’t help. They’re at odds with one another for two years, bound together but each ignoring the other. Obi-Wan’s never heard of this before, of fighting with your own soul’s animal.

But, he thinks, most people don’t spend as long with theirs as he has with Avarie.

Perhaps she is everything unlikable about himself, made apparent to everyone else. No one, master or soulmate, would ever want him. Not when everything about his soul screams keep your distance.

Master Jinn taking him as his Padawan is a surprise then, one that soothes over some of Obi-Wan’s soul-deep aches. The night he gets his padawan braid is the first night in years that Avarie curls up against him to sleep.

When he is sixteen and a few standard months old, he wakes up alone in his bed, Avarie nowhere in sight.

Well. Not alone, actually.

A ball of fur that he had originally thought to be a wrinkle in his bedspread whines pitifully and moves to follow him when he sits up.

He stares dumbly down at the strange little muzzle and unopen eyes. Half of its face is a pure white, and the other half a solid black, as if someone has taken it and held it against a fire until its fur was stained with smoke.

“Uh,” he says to his soulmate’s animal. The creature, some sort of canid, perks up at his voice and snuffles closer to him eagerly. “Yes, hello,” Obi-Wan grins, petting its tiny head with the tip of his thumb. It tries to prolong the touch by lifting its muzzle up and whining.

It’s so small.

His soulmate must be...must be just as young.

Obi-Wan is sixteen and a few months and his soulmate has just been born, most likely. But.

But he has a soulmate.

-----

Odyna grows fast, much faster than Obi-Wan had thought possible. It feels like he blinks once on the morning he wakes to see her, and then suddenly she’s at his knees. Her paws and ears are huge still, and Obi-Wan knows she’ll grow much, much bigger.

His master in particular is very interested in trying to figure out what species his soulmate’s animal is.

“She feels incredibly strong in the Force,” Qui-Gon says on more than one occasion. “And her markings--”

Odyna growls from where she’s laying splayed out in Obi-Wan’s lap as he brushes over her furry back. She instantly preens when he taps her gently on the nose.

Some days he thinks she’s the exact opposite of Avarie in every way possible, and has to wonder how his soulmate--who would be six now--is faring with Avarie. He hopes she’s at least letting them pet her.

Odyna relishes Obi-Wan’s attention always, though she scorns anyone else’s hands or affections in a way that reminds him of his own Vulptex.

The Jedi Council was unimpressed with Avarie’s aversion to touch and seems even more skeptical at Odyna’s. “A dangerous, possessive attachment, it will be,” Yoda has told Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan more than once.

Soulmate relationships in the Order are common and practically encouraged, seen as the will of the Force. But even then, possessive attachment is heavily forbidden. The Force animals of the Jedi will often allow other Jedi to touch them and greet them. It’s unbecoming of a Jedi’s soul, to close itself off from the touch of others.

And yet a part of Obi-Wan can’t stop himself from feeling smug about how overt Odyna’s claim over him is. She’s clingy, incredibly needy, and overprotective at turns.

A Jedi’s mission to Lothal brings back a trade deal and a name for Obi-Wan’s soulmate’s Force animal. “It looks just like a Loth-wolf,” she tells him. “But the ones on Lothal I saw were huge. Taller than a Wookie.”

Obi-Wan groans at this. His master is already so much taller than him. Now Odyna too? If his soulmate grows to tower over him as well, he’s going to have some choice words for the Force upon his death.

“You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” He asks Odyna that night as she flops down onto his bed in her customary position of splayed everywhere. “My room is only so big.”

She grins at him and licks his face.

“Force, that’s so uncivilized,” Obi-Wan grouses, getting up out of bed again to go wash his face.

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Surprisingly, Tatooine’s heat is not the first thing Obi-Wan notices about the planet. No, what he notices first and foremost is the way that Odyna, until this point relatively satisfied to lay curled around his chair (at nine, she’s big enough to come up to his shoulders when standing), seems to lose her damned mind as soon as the door is open and the hot air permeates the ship.

He was just going to look at the damage, but his soulmate’s Force animal seems to have other plans. Odyna bounds out onto the sand and nudges Obi-Wan forward, hard enough that he loses his balance.

She nudges him again, even as he tries to bat her away. “Odyna, stop it,” he demands, scrambling to his feet.

“Are they...alright?” One of Queen Amidala’s handmaidens asks.

Qui-Gon at least tries to hide his amusement, but Obi-Wan shoots him a dirty look anyway because he can hear the smile in his master’s voice when he says, “Oh yes. This is quite normal.”

It is not normal, thanks.

Odyna howls in agreement.

When Qui-Gon tells them that they’ll have to go into the nearest town to barter or buy the parts needed to fix the ship, Obi-Wan volunteers first. Maybe if he can let Odyna stretch her legs, she’ll calm down.

Instead, the closer they get to Mos Espa proper, the more antsy she becomes until, quite suddenly, she bolts through the streets. Obi-Wan has little choice but to take off after her. It’s almost impossible, of course, to lose a Loth-wolf when they’re that huge, but there’s a sort of strange tight pressure in his chest at having her out of his sight.

He leaves his master and the handmaiden behind without a second thought, but at least he doesn’t have to run far.

Outside a shop that looks as rundown as the other ones, Odyna has stopped and sat down, her tail wagging furiously behind her.

Obi-Wan has a fair few things in mind to yell at her, but all of that gets knocked out of his head when he sees the crystalline figure of a very familiar vulptex standing in the shadow of the loth-wolf.

His breath catches in his throat and he almost loses his balance again when Avarie turns to look at him with those intelligent black eyes, head cocked.

If she’s--if she’s here, then that means--that means--

He stumbles forward until he can kneel in front of his Force animal, hand outstretched.

Suddenly there’s commotion inside the shop and a little boy tears outside holding some sort of rusted pipe over his shoulder threateningly. “Don’t touch her!” the boy yells, brandishing the pipe. “She doesn’t like it, get gone or I’ll make you get gone!”

Obi-Wan blinks. His very first interaction with his soulmate after waiting twenty-five years, and the boy is threatening him.

“You’re mine,” he says dumbly, brain trying to process these impossible events.

It is, of course, the wrong thing to say. If anything, the boy puffs himself up even more. “I’m no one’s!” He yells indignantly. “I’m a person. My name is Anakin Skywalker!”

Obi-Wan holds up his hands in apology. “Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--I meant that she’s mine. Avarie. She’s my soul.”

Anakin lowers his pipe with narrowed eyes. “How’d you know her name?” he asks suspiciously.

Obi-Wan fights the urge to roll his eyes. He’d never considered that he’d have to win over the trust of his soulmate. “She’s my soul,” he says again slowly, before gesturing to the black and white loth-wolf behind them, who has laid down in the dust, tongue hanging out in response to the heat. “As she is yours.”

“You’re my...soulmate?” Anakin drops the pipe as he looks over Obi-Wan in frank disbelief. “But you’re so….”

Obi-Wan raises a wry eyebrow and grins. He braces himself to hear old, or maybe even male.

But instead his soulmate shocks him again by saying, “....pretty! Are you sure you’re not an angel instead?”

Which, of course, corresponds to his master’s arrival. The maiden with him at least has the decency to cover her smile with her hand. Meanwhile, his master’s smirk is probably going to be burned into his memory forever.

“Yes, Anakin,” Obi-Wan responds. “I promise, I’m your soulmate.”

“Mine,” Anakin says in a wondrous tone. And then, a grin steals across his face and he grabs Obi-Wan's hand. “My soulmate.”

Obi-Wan hopes this isn’t the beginning of that dangerous possessiveness Yoda has spent years lecturing him about.

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“I’m going with him,” Anakin argues, stomping his foot in the Council chambers. Obi-Wan hides his face in his hand. “He’s my master.”

“Anakin, we’ve been over this. You’re much too young for this mission,” Obi-Wan explains gently, as if they don’t have a dozen interested eyes on them.

“I’m twelve!” Anakin will not be deterred. “That’s plenty old!”

“It’s too dangerous,” he tries instead.

“Then you shouldn’t go!”

Obi-Wan wonders if he should try arguing that he’s a twenty-eight year old Jedi Knight, who may go where he pleases. He doesn’t think that’ll go over well with his padawan.

Anakin, he says through their training bond. Do not do this in front of the Council.

Anakin turns to stare mulishly up at him. I want you to be safe.

I will have Odyna with me, Obi-Wan points out, tilting his head in reference to the loth-wolf spread out on the Council Chamber’s floor. And you will have Avarie with you. You will know I am safe. And I will know she is making you sleep and eat and bathe.

Anakin seems to consider this and then crosses his arms, but eventually nods. I don’t like it when she bites me until I go to bed, he grumbles, kicking his feet and glaring over at Avarie, who is dozing between Odyna’s paws.

Obi-Wan fights the urge to chuckle out loud. In truth, he’s a bit jealous that Avarie has figured out a way to get obedience from their soulmate. Half the time, Obi-Wan is still floundering to get simple acknowledgement of a command.

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Many years later, of course, when Anakin is a knight and Obi-Wan a master, he figures out the thing that never fails to get Anakin soft and pliant and relaxed.

It’s kisses.

More specifically, kisses from his soulmate while they’re lying in bed together, sheets tangled around their feet and both of their Force animals in the other room, keeping watch at the door.

#asks #prompt fill #soulmates #obikin #this entire fic took hold because i couldn't stop thinking of a physical representation of anakin's soul just #draped behind obi-wan's chair during council meetings #so hell yeah after he gets a seat on the council #odyna sits behind him and growls loudly when she feels his displeasure #its very intimidating actually mission successes are going through the roof #meanwhile anakin has avarie in his lap shes either dozing off #or she's grooming her paws #which always makes anakin laugh #because 'look master she's as picky about her appearance as you are'#soulmate au

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draganasimpsforjeff · 3 years

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Jeff The Killer with Camgirl S/O

How fucking dare you?

Just sitting there with slutty clothes presenting your lovely flesh and figure for other men to see for men who don't own you. Who don't love you, fuck you, or hold you. Something that was his job as he was crowned your boyfriend.

He watches you from across the room as he sat on an old office chair, growing more and more pissed off as you giggle innocently at the webcam sporting on your laptop. The same innocent giggle that you did when you would purposely get him jealous just so he would dick you down later.

He was more than aware of your games and this was just one of them.

His fist clenches nails digging into his clothed knees, threatening to rip the fabric of his jeans. The way your leg slides up and the fishnets showing more than enough of your skin. As far as he knew, that skin only for his eyes to see and of course these disgusting assholes paid to see those parts of you.

The only thing that kept him from not stomping over there and ripping the cords to shreds, shutting the scene down and deactivating your account was because 1. None of them actually get to touch you. They're just seeing from a screen 2. It did bring in money but it was the point of it.

His ears perk up at the familiar ding of when someone pays you a tip, making your smile turn into a toothy grin before licking your lips and spreading your legs a little more, sliding your hand teasingly downwards. "You're willing to pay that much for me to just play with myself? How generous." he snickers, rolling his eyes as that was your fake appreciative voice.

The same way people worked in customer service have but you obviously made more and were happier, it was present in your voice. And it irked him to no end.

Of course, you happened to just pick a perfect shade of lighting for tonight's show. One that happened to be his favorite especially compared to your body.

Cherry red lights with some neon lights in the back, creating the picture perfect shadows for your curves, accentuating the best of you possible, which was every part to him. But red was such a lustful color as well and oh honey, how greatly you were wearing it tonight.

His leg began to bounce up and down in aggravation, slowing feeling the need to chew his nail till they were all bloody.

Ha. How great would it look for you to suck on his fingers, lapping up all of the blood with big doey eyes silently asking for more to taste.

You were such a beautiful creature to break and mold to his perfection.

"Alright then!" you giggle, using your hands to pull down your lacy underwear, swinging it around your finger before making the point to throw it far enough to where it lands on his face.

You watch for a moment admiring the sight of his shoulders tensing as he was sniffing the underwear where your pretty cunt was hiding behind moments ago.

Oh, how sweet you smelled.

But then you pay attention back to the crowd, sliding just one digit down to your puffy folds, beginning to fake moan which almost makes Jeff laugh from behind the scenes.

You were such a liar. You didn't know yourself more than he did. He knew the twists and turns, inside and out and everything else just by how much his dick had paid your cunt a visit. You were his personal cocksleeve anyways.

A few more dings come through, wanting you to use more than your fingers to please yourself. You really wanted to use Jeff's knife handle but you had a feeling the men on this platform were too boring and vanilla for that.

Holding in a sigh, you turn around and get on your knees letting the camera get a nice view of your ass and pussy as you lean towards the lower shelf on the nightstand where you and Jeff kept your plastic box of toys. You smirk as you hear a low growl but roll your eyes his way, sending him a wink but not making it noticeable enough to raise questions.

You hum, turning back around the shirt you wore right now gave visual access to your cleavage.

The urge to claim you in front of others was getting stronger, almost a painful knot in his stomach as he watches you with eager eyes rummaging through the toy box, asking which one they would like to see you use to abuse your cunt with.

Though he didn't want to blow your cover of being 'single' as that was what you claimed because people would want to offer more money to someone who couldn't get help from someone else especially these filthy bastards who think if it wasn't for them, you would be homeless and no way to buy things to customize certain requests and make more money.

His heart started beating faster his breathing harder before he marched over there and the second your eyes connected you knew this was game over.

"Oh shit." you mumble, before being pushed onto your back already knowing to listen to whatever he wanted as he was your real savior.

He turns to the camera with an angry look on his face, several usernames exiting out of the room but plenty remained but the chat stopped with the emojis and suggestions. He continues to stare down at the screen before snapping his head over to you.

"You want to show them who you really belong to?" Oh how quick your submissive side caved for him and you nod, whimpering a little as he was taking a bit too long for your liking.

"That's a good girl." he smirks, taking out his knife from his hoodie the bit of light making the blade glint, moving a little to the side so the audience had just enough of a view to see what he was going to do.

He reverses the knife so it was the handle that teases your sopping sweetness that was begging for him already muscles pulsating and working themselves in preparation for him.

You whine, exposing yourself more for him as he shoves more of the handle into you the blade cutting his hand as he gripped it. His eyes narrow at you as he uses one of his hands to go to your lips. "Lick, slut. Show them how freaky MY girl is."

Well you were definitely going to be known for something on this platform.

Taking a moment to shared lock eyes it was enough to part your lips open for him to slip his long manly fingers into your mouth blood mixing with your saliva.

Such a delicious combination.

The two of you mixing so well.

Your moan grow louder in the room and with it not being soundproof, they only echoed.

Small spaced out dings could be heard as you both collected money from horny cocks. You were absolutely losing yourself to him once again as he continues with the handle before pulling it out.

"How cute...you've already creamed on it...this all for me doll?" he asks with a teasing tone as the handle shows hot white liquid over it. You nod frantically, whining while tears begin to build and threaten to fall from being teased and nothing more.

He was usually talkative during sex like his own words turn him on as well along with how your body responds to them.

He licks his lips slowly before sliding his tongue over the black cover of the knife, licking up your sweetness and swallowing it. He was quiet compared to you, he would not dare to make a single noise especially on camera. No. If anyone was going to be loud it was going to be you.

"You want my cock, sweetheart?" He asks, grabbing you and moving your body so once he fucks you he wouldn't be blocking the view. He gave the camera a side view and your face was now visible.

"Yes, daddy." you said respectively in a desperate tone, squeezing your thighs against him to trap him in your grip, but he just snickers grabbing some pink rope and quickly tightens your wrists together before stretching your arms over your head. "Beg." he says, taking his clothes off to reveal his overly sexy body.

Abs for days with prominent muscles and bones showing with his back and collarbones and oh fuck, his shoulder. He had a deep cut v line with a pretty thick dick that was around 7 inches.

What was enough to make you so full and slutty.

You hated when he did this because you could feel yourself growing shy but it was worse this time as there were eyes watching you. You look at him, silently sending him a message to just fuck you without saying anything. But he just smirks, leaning down to kiss your knee and to your thigh while making sure his dick teases your entrance.

You were in so much pain and all you could do was use your legs to touch him and nothing else. "P-p-please daddy.." you begin, making him tilt his head. "Please what? finish your sentence."

You swallow thickly, pressing your body against his trying to gain more of a chance for him to slip inside of you, but he pushes away. "Finish your sentence."

"Please daddy fuck me dumb like the stupid slut I am." you whine your cunt growing more and more wet and needy.

"Was that so hard?" he asks before ramming himself into you making you cry out in pleasure and some pain as he didn't let you adjust before continuing to thrust.

"This. This is my fucking cunt. I don't even have to pay for some lousy show with some fake ass moaning-" He growls, obviously sending a message to the remaining people.

"I own her. She's my little slut. My girl, to love, to hold, to FUCK! And guess what? I get it for free." He laughs seeing tears streak down to your cheeks.

"How pathetic that you only touch yourself, imagining how it would feel to be inside of her, well that's not enough." He grunts, grabbing his knife to make small cuts on your hips before leaning down to lick them up. Making some more cuts and spreads it around your stomach with his hand.

"She's my little freak." He only continued to get you bloodier and that was enough to make everyone leave.

He immediately pulls out making you kick your legs in a tantrum as he goes over and cuts the wires, disconnecting from everything and takes his time deleting your account. "I hope you learned your lesson." He says, eyeing you as you struggled to get the rope off your wrists watching as puts his pants back on and leaves the room.

Leaving you a bloody, horny, wet whore surrounded by toys and the memories of him using them on you. His scent all around. Everything in the room was his.

Including you.

#creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta thirst #proxies x reader

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Sorry to bother you! That yandere brat piece was very good! I was wondering if in the future you would be interested in creating a part two? Again, wonderful work, have a nice day!

Tw: slight nsfw, obsessive/possessive behavior, abuse of authority, non - consensual touching, implied non - con

Two months had passed since Gabrielle manipulated you into dating him and as much as you hated the entitled snob, being his girlfriend had its perks. People seemed to show more respect towards you, maybe even fear, knowing that you had managed to tame one of the most dangerous bullies on the campus. And of course you always got what you wanted with as much as one look, be it clothes, jewelry, makeup or someone’s quick and painless murder. Some of the girls envied you for catching the eye of the rich, handsome heir, most of them wished you’d be gone so they could stand a chance with the blonde.

They were so foolish in the way they believed you were genuinely happy with your “lover” and as dreamy as your situation looked to the others, the cold reality was much more sinister. You hated seeing the awe in your colleagues’ eyes every time you passed in the hall with Gabrielle’s hand wrapped around your waist. You despised his stupid little gifts and public acts of affection, it felt shiny, fussy and most of all fake. But what had caused you the most heartbreak was the look on your best friend’s face once he realized you had chosen the enemy that had tormented him for months. Still, it didn’t matter, it shouldn’t have, you couldn’t approach him anyways with your loving, doting boyfriend following your every move closely.

You had tried to get some help early on while you still had hope that you could get away from the obsessive man. You had spoken to the principle, opening up about the events from the past few months, told him all about the party incident, the constant harassment and stalking, all up to the point when the blonde had threatened you into staying with him. In that moments there were tears glistering in your eyes and you were shaking during the whole conversation yet you managed to spit out the bitter words stuck at the back of your throat like a hard, heavy stone. On top of reliving the nightmare once again trough your memories, you were met with silence. With fear. The principle was not only a coward kissing up to Gabrielle’s father, but also a snitch. That night your boyfriend took you for the first time.

It was the middle of the night when his cold piercing voice woke you up from your deep peaceful slumber. The only time you caught a break from the blonde was in your sleep and now he wanted to take this away from you too. You felt the man’s weight on your body and opened your mouth in a desperate attempt to shout but his palm quickly covered it, successfully turning your screams into muffled whimpers. You lifted your head to look at him pleadingly, silently asking to be spared, but his gaze fixed upon your squirming frame was so stern and intense it almost forced you still. You hadn’t seen the male so angry since the night he cornered you against the wall and confessed his feelings.

“You are so fucking naive, bunny.” Gabrielle growled in your ear, your back breaking in cold sweat. In the next moment his lips were trailing the sensitive feverish skin of your neck, his teeth digging into the flesh until the drops of fresh blood dripped down your collarbone. “Such a silly little girl.” He whispered in a deep patronizing voice, a note too condescending to sound caring or sweet. His warm breath was hitting your abused spots, love bites and hickeys, his tongue wet and hot over the nasty possessive marks. ”You really thought that the principle wouldn’t tell me about the pathetic little stunt you have pulled this morning.” The male continued, his heavy gaze pinning you further into the soft mattress. You wanted to defend yourself or maybe even try to talk your way out but the blonde suddenly pushed two of his fingers down your throat causing you to gag. “I don’t want to hear your excuses so save your breath.” Gabrielle spat out with venom and pulled his digits out of your mouth wiping the saliva on your flimsy white t-shirt. The heir stared at you from above, his face pale and hesitant. He was thinking about something.

“I wanted to be gentle with you.” The man admitted softly yet huskily as he reached out to stroke your tear – stained cheek. “I really don’t enjoy seeing you so scared of me. It doesn’t suit you.” The snob sighed in frustration, obviously conflicted by two different feelings, and narrowed his eyes. “But you proved yourself incapable of making decisions on your own.” Part of him wanted to break you completely and the other wished to hold you close and cherish you forever. Unfortunately for you, at the end the evil prevailed and his gaze hardened, his blue eyes dark and chaotic, cruel in the way they resembled a thunderstorm a lot more than a clear sky. “The moment I leave you alone, you try to run away from me like a frightened little rabbit.” The male muttered under his breath, the pitiful expression of heartbreak written all over his pretty face. You couldn’t help but brace yourself for what was to come because despite not knowing what it was, your gut feeling was eating at you, the panic suffocating you. “I am going to make you mine tonight.” The blonde finally stated in an eerie monotone tone, devoid of any emotion other than empty desperate anger, the type of rage you experience only when you desire something you can never truly get.

Gabrielle easily slipped his cold hand under your t-shirt and cupped your breast, smiling at the warmth radiating from your soft skin. He circled your areola and gently teased your nipple until it stood at attention. You wanted to force his prying hand away from your chest but the shock was too paralyzing to leave enough room for any courage. After all Gabrielle had never gotten this far before. “P-please stop! I’m sorry for what I did, I will never do it again, I promise.” You begged the man who had taken your freedom to spare the only thing that still fully belonged to you – your innocence. The bully simply chuckled in response and caressed your hair in a fruitless attempt at comfort. Perhaps the man didn’t realize his touch could never be comforting to you, but he couldn’t help himself when you looked so cute and repentant in your meaningless struggles. “Darling, this isn’t meant to be a punishment.” The blonde looked you straight in the eyes, a sly teasing smile on his full red lips. “This is me showing you exactly who you belong to.” The hungry kiss that followed after burnt your tongue more than any of the poisonous words you wanted to spill.

You weren’t sure whether your heart or your body was bleeding out more. At the end it didn’t really matter as neither were yours to control. Not anymore.

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Cinderquil

Word Count: 4900+ (oneshot)

[AO3]

Genre: Fluff/Friendship

Characters: Cinder Fall, Cinder’s Pokemon

Summary: Pokemon AU. Ever since they were young, Cinder's only Pokemon has been her starter, Ella the Houndoom. She is proud of her position as her Trainer's sole companion and sees no reason for anything to change, thank you very much. So when Cinder brings home a new addition to their team, Ella's world is turned abruptly upside down.

Warnings for implied/reference child abuse and animal abuse

Inspired by this art by @astoria00!

~0~

Ella, like her Trainer, had no concept of downplaying her own importance.

She considered herself the paragon of partner Pokemon. Ever since she was a little Houndour, tripping over her own paws and barely able to cough out a flame, she had always done her best to look after Cinder. The girl she had grown up with was whip-smart and strong, as hotblooded as any Fire-type, and Ella would follow her commands without hesitation.

That being said, she didn’t always understand what was going on in Cinder’s head. For instance, coming to this unfriendly and unfamiliar region on the orders of that shadowy organization. Sure, the safe house they’d been provided was comfortable, a small and cozy cabin in the woods, but, Ella wondered, at what cost? She had been alone for hours.

Ella watched the thick forest around her with all the alertness of a hunter, gnawing at the large Grumpig ear she had been given. It was not hard work, guarding the cabin while Cinder was out on her mission, and it was clear that Ella was better suited for the job than Talonflame. The Flying-type had been lent to Cinder by her new leader for easy transportation, and while the supercilious look in his eyes got Ella’s hackles up, she didn’t feel threatened by the new addition. Talonflame was, if not temporary, nothing more than a utility.

Ella was Cinder’s only Pokemon. As for Ella herself, she disdained the company of both humans and other Pokemon alike. None of them had ever done anything for her: all she needed was her Trainer.

It was growing dark, and she could smell impending rain in the air — not unusual, in this awful cold and wet region — and was glad when she caught Cinder’s scent alongside it, growing steadily closer. She did not move from her spot on the front porch, but her ears perked up and her gaze homed in on the speck of red in the distance. Small as it was, it stood out against the dark greens and cloudy greys that surrounded them.

Ella didn’t scramble up and run to her as she would have in the past — she had learned professionalism alongside Cinder as well — but her shoulders relaxed and her barbed tail flopped back and forth against the wood. Finally, her Trainer was home and things were the way they were supposed to—

Wait a blasted minute.

What was that?

“Hello, Ella,” Cinder greeted her as she stepped out of the trees, as if everything were normal. “Did you miss me?”

Ella jumped to her feet with a furious bark, the Grumpig ear clattering down the stairs. Her tail stood straight out and her head reflexively jerked up and down, showing off her horns to the tiny, dirty, squirming thing that Cinder was carrying into their house.

To the Cyndaquil’s credit, she got the picture immediately. She didn’t even try to flare up her back before emitting a loud squeak and attempting to leap out of Cinder’s arms, presumably to scurry back to whatever hole in the ground she had come from.

Unfortunately, instead of coming to her senses and letting it go, Cinder held Cyndaquil tighter, close and protective. After a few seconds, she curled up timidly against her chest.

“Shh, relax, it’s okay. Ella’s not going to hurt you.” She narrowed her eyes warningly at Ella as she walked up the stairs and into the cabin. “Ella is going to be a nice girl and hear me out.”

No, Ella damn well would not. Not without standing her ground and making her case. She followed Cinder inside growling and bristling.

Once the door was shut behind them, the one Pokeball at Cinder’s belt burst open, and Talonflame flapped across the living area to his perch next to the fireplace. His beady black eyes watched them with unusual interest, and Ella resented the sense that she was putting on a show for him.

What’s gotten into you?! she barked at her Trainer, who had begun trying to coax Cyndaquil out of her defensive ball. You said all you needed was me! Why would you do this without even asking me?

True, all Cinder could hear was “Houndoom Houndoom Houndoom Houndoom,” but after all this time, Ella knew she was getting the gist of it.

“I realize that this is sudden,” Cinder began, her tone deliberately calm and even. “But I couldn’t exactly leave her there and run back to check with you. And we can’t just toss her out now that I’ve brought her here.”

Ella snorted. Very convenient for both of them. And how soon can I expect to be replaced? Was I that shameful of a starter?

With her free hand, Cinder reached over to grab a towel from the kitchenette and started rubbing the dirt from Cyndaquil’s damp fur. She let out a muffled squeak at the sudden touch, but didn’t uncurl.

“I expected to run into some people while I was out, that wasn’t the problem. There’s plenty of towns and cave systems around these mountains to look through. I didn’t plan on actually battling anyone, but apparently somebody on the trails had something to prove. One of those rich boys — you know the type, of course.”

Yes, they had met more than enough of those in their time. One of Cinder’s new teammates even seemed like one all grown up, complete with an equally smug Toxitricity by his side. Ella didn’t relax at all — in fact, her shoulders tensed up more — nor did she soften her accusing glare, but she did cease growling.

“So he won’t take no for an answer, won’t even break eye contact, and I decide that if he insists, I might as well teach him a lesson. He had three other Pokemon, and they were high-level but sloppy. I’d bet money that he didn’t catch them himself, that they were gifts or trades that he had no idea how to actually deal with. Talonflame made short work of them, but then — hm?”

Cyndaquil had been starting to lift her nose tentatively out of her defensive ball, and only now that she wasn’t too frightened to think did she notice the running slow cooker and containers of Pokemon food on the counter. The realization made her pick her head up and squeak loudly, and the smile that broke out on Cinder’s face was of the sort that Ella hadn’t seen in years.

“Are you hungry? I know, you’ve had a long day...” She dug around in the box of PokePuffs — not strictly belonging to Ella, but who else’s would they be? — and pulled out a Basic Spice to offer it. “Here, you can have this, can’t you?”

Cyndaquil sniffed the treat, and gnawed at it a little, but didn’t move to take or actually eat it. Cinder sighed.

“Well, I had hoped so, but I guess not.”

She gently pushed the treat into Cyndaquil’s stubby arms until they gripped it, and then knelt to set the tiny Pokemon on the floor. Ella tilted her head as she scowled down at her: what was the matter with her, stumbling around like that? Had she hit her head somehow?

Cinder shot Ella a warning glance that, in Ella’s mind, was completely uncalled for. “Be nice.”

Ella huffed, and stalked deliberately closer. Cyndaquil paused in trying to figure out what the PokePuff she held was, and looked worriedly between the human and Houndoom glaring at each other. Once Cinder was satisfied that Ella would not, in fact, rip the smaller Pokemon’s head off like some kind of feral beast, she turned around and started going through the cabinets and minifridge.

“I did beat his whole team, as far as I’m concerned,” she went on with her story as she retrieved the big saucepan and a carton of milk. “All the ones who were fit for battle. But when I held out my hand for the money he owed me, he went purple in the face and insisted that we weren’t done. He pulled another Pokeball out of his pocket, and sent her out. And of course she had no idea what was going on, did you, dear?”

Cyndaquil blinked, puzzled, and nearly tripped over her own chubby legs. Ella’s anger was very quickly giving way to confusion of her own; she knew that the average starter Pokemon wasn’t wildly powerful, to match its equally inexperienced Trainer, but surely they started at at least level one?

“No, she didn’t. I don’t know what garbage breeder they got her from, but she was definitely not ready to be separated from her mother. Even Talonflame backed off.”

Something finally clicked in Ella’s head, and her eyes went wide. She lunged forward, claws clacking on the hardwood floor, to sniff vigorously at Cyndaquil, who nearly fell over backwards in surprise. Under the rainwater and dirt, the scent of juvenile pheromones was unmistakable.

From up on his perch, Talonflame chirruped, amused. It really took you this long to notice? Do you usually growl at baby humans, too?

Ella was too stunned to even bark back. True, she didn’t spend any time around other Pokemon, but she should still have known...

“Obviously this spoiled brat had no business keeping her in his care,” Cinder said, stirring vanilla and cinnamon into the simmering pan. “But fortunately, it was very simple to set up an exchange.”

Talonflame chirruped, amused. Your Trainer throws a mean Mach Punch, Ella.

Cinder smirked at the fresh memory. With her free hand, she reached into her hip pouch, pulled out the shards of a shattered Pokeball, and tossed them into the trash can. Ella heard muffled clinks, and caught a glimpse of a coin purse that definitely was not theirs. Or, well, it hadn’t been before.

“I think it’s about time we start expanding our team, anyway. We’re in service to a very powerful leader now. We should be meeting a higher standard.” She glanced at Ella while digging back in the cabinet for the Vespiquen honey, and amended, “An even higher standard. I know this was a shock to you, Ella, and I don’t expect you to babysit her. But I couldn’t imagine a better example for her than you.”

Well. Ella couldn’t argue with that. She considered Cyndaquil for a moment more, watched her twitch her nose curiously up at her, and then ducked her head down to take the smaller Pokemon’s scruff in her mouth. As expected, she was still young enough that she went limp in her teeth.

Cinder blinked, but didn’t move to stop her. “Ella? What are you doing?”

Ella didn’t respond; she was already carrying Cyndaquil over to the living area. She laid down on the rug, deposited Cyndaquil between her front legs, and set about licking her short, downy fur. She wasn’t sure how Typhlosion mothers usually groomed their young — she barely remembered how her own mother had done it — but this felt right.

Cinder smiled and returned her attention to the pan on the stove. Cyndaquil, for her part, didn’t seem upset, but she was certainly confused.

Who... She was cut off by Ella’s wide tongue sweeping over the top of her head, but tried again. Who are you?

My name is Ella, she informed her, making sure to get the back of her neck. Cinder’s hasty rub with the towel hadn’t done anywhere near enough to rid her of the residue on her fur, and it certainly hadn’t done anything for the scrapes on the skin underneath. I am your teammate now.

Oh. Cyndaquil squirmed around some more until she could look up at Cinder’s back. That lady’s nice. And warm.

Her name is Cinder. She is your Trainer, and you should do as she tells you.

My Trainer’s sleeping on the ground back there, Cyndaquil said with innocent bluntness. I don’t think he got up yet.

Talonflame let out a deliberate, throaty laugh, and Ella shot a warning glare over her shoulder before returning to her ministrations.

You can forget about him, she insisted to Cyndaquil. All you need now is us.

Perhaps it was only because Cyndaquil was too young to fully grasp the reality of her new situation, but she didn’t question it any further. Instead, she settled down between Ella’s front legs and continued to watch Cinder make her dinner, submitting to a thorough grooming as she did so.

Talonflame tilted his head back and forth as he stared down at them. You’ve changed your tune quickly, haven’t you, Ella?

Shut up, said Ella curtly, in between licks. You’re not staying.

We’ll see about that, Talonflame replied, too lazily to be threatening, as he tucked his head beneath his wing for a brief nap. Wake me when dinner’s ready, will you?

Ella made a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat. She couldn’t find the room to care about that right now. Not when the cabin was steadily filling with sweet and savory scents, when the room was growing warm in the way it only did when the evening chill was falling outside, when there was a sense of comfort settling into her bones that she hadn’t felt in quite a long time.

Not since...ah.

Ella looked up at Cinder, who gave her a knowing smile back. Of course she remembered too.

~0~

It’s only the adrenaline surging through her veins that’s keeping her moving. She just wants to run, run, run, as far and as fast as she can, because if she stops for an instant they’ll catch her and drag her back, but she can’t feel her paws anymore and it’s very quickly not her decision.

The driving rain is already making it hard to see what’s in front of her, but then her vision blurs out completely, and she’s dropped right into a puddle before she even realizes her legs have buckled from underneath her. She doesn’t have the strength even to struggle back to her feet. All she can do is shuffle on her stomach through the mud, inch by miserable inch, until the sore tips of her toes brush rock, leaving behind smears of blood that are quickly washed away.

Her eyes flick upward: less of a cave than a hole in the ground, but she’ll take it. It’s a painful squeeze through an opening that’s just barely bigger than her own body. When she finally manages it, she collapses, lying like a wet pile of fur on the rough stone. Even here’s not really dry — cold runoff drips steadily right into her ear — but she couldn’t move to a better spot even if she tried.

She closes her eyes, the sound of her own labored breathing filling her head. She doesn’t know if she’ll ever get up again, and right now, she doesn’t much care. All that matters is that she’s not moving, that no one can touch her here.

So it takes her a good minute to register the strange scent wafting into her nostrils, underneath the heavy smells of rain and earth: acrid enough to make her nose twitch and fur raise. With a colossal effort, she lifts her head an inch, and finally notices that she is not alone here.

Barely a few feet away, desperately trying to cram herself into the far corner of the cave, is a human not much bigger than her. A little girl, just as skinny and soaked as she is, her amber eyes huge with terror. She wonders what she’s so afraid of — wonders if there’s anything behind her, if she should be afraid too — before realizing.

Oh. This was your hiding place first.

The girl doesn’t seem to have been here long: she’s out of breath, eyes puffy and red, and none of the mud spattering her once-white shirt and pants has dried. She gapes at her for a long moment, before hesitantly scooting forward and reaching out towards her ears.

What ear she has left pricks straight up. She might have intruded on this human, sure, but that doesn’t mean she gets to touch her.

Her hackles raise, her lips pull back, and she snaps at the offending fingers the second she realizes where they’re going. She misses — the girl gasps and scrambles back again, holding her hand protectively to her chest — and her smooth, flat-topped teeth clack painfully together.

“I-I’m sorry!” the girl yelps. “It’s just...you’re hurt.”

She’s fine. So what if her ears and tail had been cut into this awful shape? So what if she’s been robbed of her fangs, and now her claws? She’s still a Pokemon and not some spoiled brat’s toy. Still strong, strong enough to defend herself against one pathetic human.

She growls, but it’s weak even to her own ears. She is strong, it’s either tell herself that or lose hope completely, but she’s running on fumes. If she can’t fight back...if she can’t make them stop touching her...

The girl is doing something puzzling now, and it almost makes her let down her guard. She’s pawing at her shirt as if looking for something, but it doesn’t seem to have any pockets or other affectations. Then after a moment, to her shock, she grabs the one part of it that isn’t filthy, tears a long strip away, then tears that in half with a soft snap.

“Here...” She edges closer, slowing but not quite stopping at her growls. “I — I get it if you don’t want me touching your face. But your paws are bleeding, and...”

She narrows her eyes and keeps her teeth bared in warning: with the combustion pouch in her throat snipped or punctured or even pulled out entirely, whatever they had done to it, a cigarette lighter could produce a bigger flame than she can right now. But she doesn’t have to act like it.

The girl bites back a whimper, the smell of fear still coming off her in waves. “I’m not trying to hurt you, I promise. I just want to help. Please?”

Growls keep bubbling up from her throat, but they’re half-hearted. Against every instinct, she slides her front paws forward. The wounds on her half-amputated toes sting when the scratchy fabric wraps around them, but it’s a small relief to have the bleeding finally staunched.

The girl smiles. “There. Better?”

This close, she can see in the girl’s sunken cheeks and ashen skin how starved she is, spot the jagged outline of a fresh scar around her neck. The faint smell of human blood, not quite covered up by the muck, reaches her nose. Oh. So they really are in the same boat.

She goes quiet, and tries to relax, and is rewarded with the fear-scent steadily receding.

“My name’s Cinder. Do you have a name?”

She heaves a deep sigh in response; she’s never been called anything but mongrel, dumb mutt, dirty animal, and she’s pretty sure those don’t count as names.

“No? I’ll think of one for you, then. Just give me a little bit, I’ve never named anyone befo—aah!”

Thunder shakes what felt like the whole world around them, and they both jump so badly they hit their heads on the painfully low walls. She lets out a whine despite herself, curling tightly in on herself to keep from shaking. Cinder doesn’t look much happier, but instead of recoiling...

“Here...” Cinder mimics her, getting down and snuggling up next to her back on the floor. “I know I’m not very warm, but I should be better than nothing.”

She makes a soft noise of assent. When Cinder slings an arm over her shoulders, hugging her body close and gently petting her flank, it doesn’t exactly make her feel fuzzy on the inside. But it stirs something deep in her chest that she doesn’t have a name for yet, and it’s a welcome distraction from the cold and wet.

“We can stay here until the storm stops. We could figure out where to go together,” Cinder suggests, in a hesitant murmur. “We could be friends.”

Friends. She’s never heard the word before, and isn’t sure what it means, but she wouldn’t mind finding out. She twists her head around and licks Cinder’s cheek, and the girl giggles like she’s never tried to before.

The rain drives down hard and punishing outside, washing away all traces of them. Freezing droplets fall on them from the roof. They’re hungry, dirty, and shivering, with no idea of what they’re supposed to do next. But tonight they’re huddled together, the world outside this cramped little cave does not exist, and for the first time in their lives, they aren’t alone.

~0~

“Dinnertime,” Cinder said, balancing four dishes as she came into the living area. Talonflame stirred and flapped down from his perch to join them as she served the meal: beef stew from the slow cooker for the three of them and warm spiced milk for Cyndaquil.

The baby Pokemon let out her loudest squeak yet and bounced out of Ella’s legs when the dish was set beside her, but stopped short of actually going for it, looking up at them hesitantly.

“Go on. It’s all for you, dear.”

Cinder, sitting cross-legged on the floor with them, smiled as she watched the tiny Pokemon scramble eagerly towards the milk.

“You like it? There’s plenty more where that came from. We’re going to raise you to be big and strong, and one day nobody will dare mistreat you. Right, Ella?”

Ella loyally thumped her tail on the hardwood floor: she knew better than anyone. She knew that she wasn’t the starter Pokemon that every child dreamed about, nor, she conceded, had Cinder begun as the cool and confident Trainer that any Pokemon would want. But still they had fought every day to survive together, to become strong enough that nobody could ever lay a hand on them again.

She had evolved under Cinder’s command, and with evolution the body parts that had been carved away from her when she was young were restored to her. Most importantly, it had given her her fire back, and she knew in her heart that she would never have been able to reach that point on her own.

It was just like Cinder used to say, in the dead of one of their countless nights huddled up together: It’s all right if nobody else loves us. All we need is each other.

That had held steadfastly true for them, from childhood to adulthood. Ella saw no reason why the same could not apply to Cyndaquil, if she herself were magnanimous enough to allow it.

As she gulped down tender chunks of beef, she watched the tiny Pokemon lapping up the milk so earnestly she seemed in danger of falling headfirst into the dish. It had taken Ella a long time to train herself out of scarfing her food down like that, so fast she didn’t even taste it, to be sure that nobody would snatch it away from her now.

Though Toxitricity and Drapion still acted as if they would sometimes, just to get a rise out of her. While she was still small, Cyndaquil would be free to take refuge behind her legs or in Cinder’s arms, but soon Ella would have to teach her how to stand up for herself, and to not roll over for them or anyone else. There were a lot of things the two of them — three, if Talonflame decided to make himself useful — would be responsible for teaching their newest member. She ought to start making a list.

Not that there was much room in her head for that right now. Cyndaquil polished off the milk before the rest of them were halfway finished with their meal, and after licking the dish clean, she looked up and glanced uncertainly around at the three of them.

Now that there was nothing to distract her, it was starting to sink in that she was all by herself, in a strange place surrounded by strange people, with no idea what was going to happen to her next. Ella knew that feeling: the sudden drop in her stomach, the cold spreading like frost over her skin. She remembered. She expected that Cinder did, too.

Her Trainer was watching Cyndaquil intently, and at the first tiny whimper that might have been the prelude to crying, she set her bowl aside and held out her arms.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Want to come here?”

With only slight reluctance, Cyndaquil allowed Cinder to scoop her into her lap. Smiling, she rubbed the tiny Pokemon’s belly with one hand and scratched the back of her neck, just above the incendiary spots, with the other. Cyndaquil let out a series of high-pitched cheeps and squirmed happily in her lap, clearly unused to such affection.

“There, you see?” Cinder cooed, as Cyndaquil twisted around so she could scratch under her chin. “Nothing to be afraid of. This is your home now, with me and your big sister Ella.”

Ella! Ella! Cyndaquil squeaked, delighted. She says we’re sisters!

Ella swallowed a chunk of potato and tilted her head at them. Sister. Another word she would soon be learning to embody.

~0~

The next morning, Ella found her need to pace militarily when impatient at war with her utter disgust of wetness and mud. They had planned a schedule for Cyndaquil’s first full day with them yesterday evening, and it would not do at all to start slacking so soon.

Last night, Cyndaquil had tried to sleep in the corner of the bedroom at first, clearly too used to being shunted out of the way. She had needed plenty of coaxing from Cinder and a commanding bark from Ella to feel safe climbing up onto the bed and letting herself be tucked in between them.

She had slept restlessly, kicking and yelping in her dreams, needing constant soothing to calm down. In the morning Ella had had to drag her exhausted body out from under her blanket, shaking the sleep out of her head. Even Cinder, who had always been a light sleeper anyway, had been rubbing her eyes as Cyndaquil followed her out of the bedroom, bouncing at her heels. Arceus only knew where the little Pokemon had gotten so much energy from.

Ella lifted a paw and shook excess mud from it, her lip curling. Cinder had said that they would only be a minute, it had now been several, and if they didn’t get out here in the next ten seconds she was going to march in there and drag her Trainer out with her teeth—

“Being patient, Ella?”

Ella turned and fixed Cinder with A Look as she watched her coming down the front steps of the cabin, determined not to return her easy smile just yet. She was supposed to have been introducing Cyndaquil to a new Pokeball, but as it happened...

“Yes, I know,” Cinder said, reaching up to steady Cyndaquil as she sprawled happily on her belly, atop her new Trainer’s head. “She does have a new Pokeball now, but I think she likes it better here with us. Right, dear?”

Cyndaquil chirped assent, grinning and swinging her stubby legs.

“You’ll need a proper name soon, too. But training comes first, so watch your sister carefully, now. Ella, if you would?”

Ella gave a firm nod and stepped back, facing the open space in front of the two of them, so Cyndaquil could get a good view of what she was about to demonstrate. The smaller Pokemon, while still idly playing with Cinder’s bangs, was staring transfixed at her. Ella doubted whether she could even muster up an Ember yet, let alone try Flamethrower. Well, then all the better a show for her.

She would never again take for granted how good it felt to flex the muscles in her throat and get her combustion pouch working. It was like taking a gulp of sweet smoke, sparklers lighting just under her skin, as the heat surged up from within her.

Maybe the need to show off to someone younger, which she had never had the chance to do before, gave her some extra fuel: the flames that burst from her mouth burned hotter and stronger than ever, brightening the overcast morning and sending steam hissing up from the puddles before her.

Cinder gave her an approving smirk and some soft applause, but Cyndaquil couldn’t contain herself.

Wow! She took a flying leap off of Cinder’s head and scurried to Ella’s side, mimicking her battle pose. My turn, my turn!

She opened her mouth, throat straining and tail sticking straight out, only to cough up the measliest crumb of flame that Ella had ever seen. It extinguished itself almost as soon as it had been ignited.

Oh, Cyndaquil said plaintively, tail drooping. I...

Ella gave her a nudge with her snout that she hoped was uplifting. Will try again, that’s what you’ll do. As long as it takes. Don’t look so downcast.

“Whatever Ella’s saying to you, she’s right, dear,” Cinder chimed in. “We’re going to become the strongest, but not overnight.”

You do have an advantage. I had to figure this all out on my own. Ella re-assumed her attack position. She would go slower this time, explain the physical aspects of combustion that were innate to all Fire-types, so the little one could better lean in to what felt most natural. You have me to look after you. And when you’re finally ready to be in a real battle, you’ll be far more prepared than the others. Understand?

Cyndaquil nodded very seriously, then mirrored her once more, sparks flying already from her arched back.

Good. Now, watch closely...

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