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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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||Part 2 ||

||Part 1 here||

A/n: and here it is, part 2, part 3 is going to contain more bonding, the Firefiles taking the reader, along with more sweet moments between Joel, Ellie and the reader along with moments from the second game.

Tag list: @mr-underhills-things

Warning: Character death, blood and gore, implied SA, implied torture, P in V,Creampie.

Word count:2945.

Ellie felt sick to her stomach, she should have done something. She should have been to have the strangers follow her, not you. The girl pulled her knees to her chest. Even though she didn’t know you as long, you were still important to her.

She couldn’t help but look up to you, biting her tongue she inches forward to the man laying still. The back of her hand placing it on his head, his fever down thanks to the medicine you had given him.

“Wake up Joel…please.”

Squeezing her eyes shut she could feel her heart pounding as she felt tears prick her eyes. What was she going to tell Joel if no when he woke up.

Hearing a gasp of air, Ellie nearly fell flat on her ass. Scrambling to the man she did her best to help him sit up.

“Y/n!”

Eyes adjusting to the dim light Joel looked around the room. Where the hell was he? The last thing he remembered.

The last thing he remembered was getting impaled and you. “Ellie? Y/n?”

“I’m right here Joel.”

The man let the tension slip from his body for a moment but taking another look at his surroundings and you were nowhere to be found.

“Ellie…where’s Y/n?”

Gritting your teeth, you slowly adjust your body in the makeshift cell you were in. As long as Joel and Ellie were safe, that’s all that mattered.

You had to get out of here, you had to find someway to escape.Taking a deep breath in you walked over to the door trying to giggle the thing lose.

“How are you feeling?”

Turning your attention to the man, to David you narrowed your eyes stepping away from the chained door.

“Super.” You tried not to snarl at the man though you were tired of getting locked in a cell.

“Here.” David slid the food under the door though you were still weary of it. “You should eat- I know you’re hungry, been out for quite sometime.”

“What is it?”

“It’s deer.”

“With some human helping on the side.” Glancing down at the tray you then glared at the man.

“No, no I promise. It’s just deer.”

Ignoring the pain in your stomach you knelt down as you started to eat the deer meat. “You’re a animal.”

“Oh that’s awfully quickly judgment.” David knelt down in front of the cell door watching you. “Considering you and your little friends killed how many men.”

Letting you a low chuckle you slowly licked your lips. “They didn’t give us much of a choice.”

“And you think we have a choice, we kill to survive. Just like you, we take care of our own. By any means necessary.”

Biting your tongue to hold back a scoff you titled your head to the side. “So what now, you gonna chop me up into tiny pieces.”

“I’d rather not. Please tell me your name.”

Shoving the tray away you stood up grasping the bars of the door. “You’re full of shit.”

“On the contrary, I’ve been nothing but honest with you.Now I think it’s your turn.It’s the only way I’m going to be able to convince the others.”

“Convince them of what?”

“That you can turn around.You have heart.You’re loyal and you’re special.” Reaching through the bars you tried not to flinch feeling him caress your cheek.

“Beautiful.”

You felt your stomach drop, you’ve seen that look in his eyes before.It was the same look that he gave you, he touched you the same way.

Placing your hand on top of his you then bent his thumb back. A sharp yell escaped his lips as he pulled his hand away from you. “You stupid bitch. You’re making it very hard to keep you alive.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little satisfaction seeing the way David was holding his hand close to his chest.

“What am I supposed to tell the others now?”

“Y/n..”

“What?”

“Tell them that Y/N is the sleep deprived woman that broke your fucking finger.”

Glancing at his hand David turned to look at you. “By the time we’re done with you. You’re going to beg to be cut into pieces.See you in the morning Y/N.”

Stepping away from the door you frowned pressing your back against the cold wall, they’ll be alright.

They had to be alright.

Pressing his hand to his wound he glanced at Ellie. She was hiding her worry for him, she was worried about you. He wished he could say something but what could he say? They had nothing to go on.

“How did….when did you know that you loved her Joel?”

He was surprised that she’s ask something like that, he didn’t even know how to answer that question. Working his jaw he started to pack what he might need.

“When she helped my little girl.Sarah and Y/n….they became close.” Joel let out a dry laugh shaking his head. “I just kept thinking to myself. One day I’m gonna ask her out but I was to much of a coward then the next thing I was walking her down the aisle at my brothers wedding.”

“You’ve loved her for that long? Wow…so you’re gonna tell Y/N…right? Because I’m pretty sure she.”

“Ellie…not now…let’s just…find her please.”

“…okay.”

Slinging his pack over his shoulder he walked towards the garage door. “Let’s go.”

Joel gritted his teeth as he beat the man in front of him. He’d made sure not to reopen the wound you switched closed.

“Man what do you want?”

Ignoring the other man tied to the chair he laid his fist across the guys face one last time.

“What the fuck?!”

“You wait here” stepping away from the guy Joel then made his way towards the one tied in the chair, grabbing a knife he the pulled his own chair over. “Now, the woman…is she alive?”

“What woman? I don’t know no woman.”

Gritting his teeth, Joel sighed through his teeth as he stabbed the blade through the man’s knee.

“Fuuck.”

Leaning in, Joel smacked his face forcing the guy to look up at him. “Focus right here, right here.Or I’ll pop your goddamn kneecap off.The woman.”

“In the town. In the town.”

Nodding his head Joel then pulled the now bloodied blade then shoved it in the man’s mouth. “Now you’re gonna mark it on the map and it better be the same exact spot your Buddy points to.”Holding up the map Joel watched him closely. “Mark it.”

“It’s right there.You can verify it. Go ask him.Go on.”

Standing up, Joel folded up the map then placed it in back pocket.

“He’ll tell ya. I ain’t lyin’. I aint lyin’.”

Stepping behind the man tied in the chair Joel then wrapped his arm around his throat choking him, not stopping until he felt the man’s neck break. Placing his hand on the wound he started to walk towards the other guy.

“Fuck you, man. He told you what you wanted.I ain’t tellin you shit.”

Grabbing the pipe on the ground Joel nodded his head. “That’s alright. I believe him.”

“No wait!”

Shivering you curled up doing your best to stay warm, the thin coat doing nothing to help keep you warm. “I’m sorry I never told you how I felt.”

Feeling a pair of hand on your arms a hand placed it’s self on your moth to hide your scream as you get yourself get pulled from the cell you were in. Struggling against the arms you tried to escape but you are just so tired.

“Let go!”

Feeling another hand come close you sunk your teeth into the flesh only to get kneed in your stomach. Your breath getting knocked out of you as you doubled over, your body hitting a cold table as David and some other man pinned you to it.

David’s hand clutching your pants, the man slowly unbuttoning them. You squeezed your eyes shut. Your mind flashing back to Jerry, to what happened when the Fireflies held you captive. “I’m infected! I’m infected.” Your voice was raw and you didn’t care if they killed you.

“Really.”

Letting out a laugh you turned your head towards David. “And so are you. Right here, my stomach.Push it up if you don’t believe me.”

“I’ll play along.” Slamming the machete next to your head to tried not to flinch. Doing your best to calm your racing heart you watched as David slowly push your shirt up. The bite on your stomach not changing much the past 20 years, something you were grateful of now. A chuckle escaping your lips. “What did you say? Everything happens for a reason, right?”

“What the hell is that?”

Said turned to glance at the other man shaking his head. “No! She would have turned by now. It can’t be real.”

“Looks pretty fucking real to me!”

Glancing at his hand you then took the chance to grab the machete slamming it in the man’s neck then rolled off the table as David fired his gun at you.Closing your eyes you glanced at the table grabbing a small blade.Taking a deep breath in you then took off into the snow storm. “What the fuck is wrong with these people.”

Ignoring David shouting at you, you knew that you had to find a gun, find anything to protect you.You could feel your heart pounding as you slipped into different buildings, the people knew about you, and you felt like it was only going to get worse.

Breathing heavily you slipped into another building. Your eyes glancing at the ovens holding a fire, you must be in some restaurant now. Making your war towards the door you started to open it only to be grabbed by David, his hands wrapping around the gun you had found. “You’re easy to track.” Body hitting the ground you managed to hit a lantern knocking it to the ground, the carpet catching on fire. Using that as a distraction you took off running again as you hid behind a booth.

“That’s right. There’s no where to go! Oh just wait until I get my hands on you…you want out you’re gonna have to get a hold of these keys.”

Using what ever you could to distract the man you knew that he was right. You just felt sick to your stomach hearing the things that he was going to do to you, it made your skin crawl.

You weren’t sure how much you could take, you were started of get tired, started to get weak from all this running and hiding. Hand shaking you waited until he passed you one last time you launched yourself at the man.The blade in your hand stabbing into his side.Flipping you off his back you felt your breath get knocked out of you as David wrapped his hands around your throat.

“Looking at you…still got the fight? Such a naughty girl.”

Feeling tears prick your eyes you get your fingers brush his fallen blade as you felt his hand push up your shirt.

“Might as well have a little fun with you”

Once your hand finally grasped the hilt you slammed it into his shoulder. Once he let you go, you crawled onto the man. Raising the blade you started to stab him over and over again. A cry tore form your lips.Everything hitting you all at once, the memories of what that Scientist did. What David and his men were going to do, you just wanted it to be done with.

“Stop! Stop!”

Feeling hands tug you off the body of David a sob tore from your lips. “No! Let me go!”You couldn’t even process what was happening, who was holding you. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

“It’s alright! It’s me! It’s me!” Grabbing your face Joel made you look at him. Your body shaking as you then broke down, sobs escaping your lips. “It’s me.”

“He tried…he was going too.” Feeling your body get tugged into Joel’s chest. His hand caressing your back.

“Oh darlin…It’s okay. It’s okay.” Cradling you to his chest he felt your fingers clutch his jacket.

“Joel.”

“It’s okay now.” Kissing your head, he frowned spotting Ellie, the young girl watching you both. He knew she was worried and right now the the only thing he wanted was to get you to a safe place. Cupping your cheeks as he wiped away your tears.

“Let’s get you out of here.”

Once he knew they were safe Joel peered into the room where Ellie was. A sigh escaping his lips spotting that the girl was a sleep. She spent a lot of time with you until you told here that you were fine but he knew that was a lie. You’ve always been good at hiding your emotions and he just knew that you didn’t want to worry her.

Slipping into the room you were in, Joel then grabbed a cloth along with a water bottle as he wetted the cloth. “How are you doin.”

Not looking up you weren’t sure if you should lie or just tell the man the truth. “I…”

Sighing Joel then knelt down in front of you, cleaning the blood off your face you lent into his palm. “It’s alright Y/n. I’m just happy that you’re here.”

Finally meeting Joel’s gaze you felt your eyes start to water. You weren’t quite sure what came over you but looking at him now you knew that you couldn’t contain your feelings for him anymore. Leaning in close you sealed the distance with your lips. Joel tensing for a moment unsure on how to react until he finally relaxed into the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Joel took a deep breath as he looked into your eyes. “Y/n? I don’t.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long Joel, to realize how I feel about you.” You whispered, your thumb sliding across his cheek.

Letting out a low chuckle, he pressed his head against yours. “That’s quite alright Y/N. I’d wait a life time for you.” Grasping your chin he then pulled you in for another kiss. The man pushing you to the bed, his hand slowly sliding up your shirt, towards your breasts. His hand hovering for a moment. “I’m so-.”

“Please Joel…don’t stop….I want this.” His touch was different, different than the others, different than his. You felt loved, you felt important, you felt good.

“Only if you’re sure darlin.”Hovering over your frame Joel watched you bite your lip.

“I’m sure.”

That’s all it took, Joel pressed his lips against yours again. His tongue gliding over yours, his hand moving to your pants. Slowly unbuttoning it, you raised your hips for the man as you felt him pepper kisses across your skin. His beard tickling you as a sharp gaps escaped your lips feeling his fingers dip into your warmth.

His name escaped your lips as your fingers then dug into the sheets below you. “Joel.”

Teeth biting your neck you closed your eyes, the rest of your clothes slipping off your body, Joel hovering over you, his hands now gripping your hips. “You are beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

Feeling your skin grow hot you then peered at the man. You could feel your heart pound in your chest. Joel was fit, fitter than any of the men in the Firefiles and he was big. So big, biting your lip you squeezed your legs shut.You watched as his dick twitched, pre cum leaking from the tip though it was that smirk he was giving you was what was doing you in.

“I’m gonna make you feel good darlin. I promise you that.”

Giving you another kiss, Joel slowly slipped into your warmth. His groan muffled against your lips, your nails digging into his back as he slowly started to thrust.Breaking the kiss, he then moved to suck and nip at your jaw.One hand messaging your breast, thumb playing with the nipple as his other hand move to play with your clit.

You felt so good wrapped around him, he couldn’t remember the last time he’s felt this good during sex. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he felt your walls wrap around his cock, your juices coating him as he watched your teeth sink in your lower lip to muffle a cry as you road out your orgasm. Your hips rose from the bed as Joel drew you in.

“I’m gonna fill you Y/n…You’re gonna take all of me you’re gonna look good doing it”

A small whimper left your lips, you knew you had to stay quite but it felt so good. You could feel yourself getting closer to another orgasm.Your nails digging deeply into his skin feeling him thrust in and out of you. Knowing you are getting close you ran your fingers through his hair nipping at his lips as your tongue ran over his as Joel finally released within you.

His cum coating your walls, his nails digging into your hips tightly that you were positive that it would leave a mark.

Pacing a kiss to the side of your head, Joel shifted his body so that your back with to his chest, his softened dick sliding out of your warmth the man a little embarrassed as the cum leaked from your cunt. Clearing out his throat he pressed his face into the back of your neck his fingers weaving through yours.

A satisfied sigh leaving your lips, you could feel sleep slowly taking over as you took Joel’s hand. “I love you Joel.”

Smiling Joel let his body finally relax, his heart fluttering. “I love you too darlin.”

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moxxiejoestar · 1 year

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Book of thoth the god of knowledge (6/?)

To see the future like crystal ball

On the Lucifer's palace at sunset

At this time Verosika made a scared face looking like she saw a ghost, she soon got up and started cleaning the throne with her hand.

Verosika: qu-queen lilith, I, I, I was just cleaning and...

she said cleaning the throne with her hand fast.

Lilith grabbed her by the hair and grabbed a cleaning product and screamed with her demon voice.

Lilith: OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The coward opened and so her mouth was flooded with cleaning product and so Lilith stuck her face on the throne cleaning it with her tongue.

Lilith: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY DAUGHTER??!!! WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT YOUR PRINCESS???!!!!!!

Verosika: I said that she is a perfect princess and very powerful my queen!

said the same one almost peeing with so much fear.

Charlie: YOU CHALLENGED MY MOM AND CHALLENGED ME BITCH MAYDAY!!!

Verosika: no, I didn't mean to challenge royalty, I swear I was just cleaning-

Charlie took her by the hair and knocked her to the ground, the coward was almost peeing with fear, the princess gave a great kick to her ribs and her vagina making her moan in pain.

Verosika: OUCH!!!

she said placing a hand on her ribs and one on her private part.

The princess then stomped on his head tearing out a good portion ofhis head tearing out a good portion of his hair and scalp causing his head to bleed.

Verosika: MY HAIR!!!

Charlie: KNOW THAT YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A COWARD YOU SYPHILIS SLUT!!!!

verosika: yes,yes your highness!!!

The princess and lilith began to strike at her, throwing her against the walls, punching, hitting, after an hour of torturing, she was all rock and with some broken bones and parts of her body eaten and agonizing in pain and a puddle huge in blood and with almost all of his bones broken and parts of his face bones broken, and with only 5 teeth in his mouth and with a piece of his right rib and left arm eaten away.

Verosika: Please princess charlie, I beg your forgiveness, I beg your forgiveness for sitting on my queen's throne, I beg your forgiveness for defying you and your mother, I'm a coward who doesn't have the guts to face the royalty of hell, I can't take it anymore , I'm a coward, mercy.....

said the same grabbing the leg of the princess crying and agonizing with pain almost voiceless, but the princess kicked her mouth pulling out two more teeth of the bitch.

Verosika: ouch...

she no longer had the voice to scream or speak.

the princess took the mayday cow's cheeks scratching them and tearing meat and whispered.

charlie: long live the queen of hell...

so charlie with his bare hands, ripped the bitch's head off.

Verosika: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and so her skin was made into carpet for the royal family, her body was roasted and eaten for dinner, her head was made into decoration, and her bones were fashioned into a guitar.

This is the original universe on hazbin hotel & helluva universe also this is what my universe on Moxxie's bizarre adventure universe.

Lilith: I'll give you ten seconds to get off my throne & promise to never do it again. If you don't, I'll rip off your horns and shove them into your clitoris.

Verosika: *screams bloody murder & runs right through the wall leaving a perfectly Verosika-shaped hole in it like a Looney Tunes character*

Charlie: Wow, Mom. I never expected you to make that kind of threat.

Lilith: I maybe a sweet, elegant lady, but here in Hell you have to be tough and assertive to make people listen to you, Charlie dear.

Charlie: "Assertive"? That was more "passive-aggressive"! *hugs Lilith* Mom, you're the best!

Also the vore universe

Moxxie the greatest joseph joestar (me): it was this moment that verosika mayday knew. She fucked up

Lilith: *anal, belly button or boob vore at verosika*

Verosika: *puts my head & hand on her belly* HEY! LET ME OUT! *pushed her belly*

Lilith: nope *feel good when verosika pushing my belly*

Verosika: *heading to her boob & puts my head* MMMPH!!!! *pushed her boob*

Lilith: *get blush little* stop doing that

Verosika: *heading to her butt & puts my face* MMMPH!!!! *pushed her butt*

Lilith: that's it! Time for digestion!

Verosika: *sticks my arm out & bumps her belly with my head sticks out then screaming in mumbling until fading to digestion*

Charlie: wow, mom! How did you do that when you vore verosika?!

Lilith: well, Charlie. It's easy to vore them alive & digestion

Verosika (on mind): *sigh* looks like I'm using the plan of vore at the fancy women that they bigger than me

This is moxxie the greatest joseph joestar & that is why what thoth the god of knowledge & boingo (Montana) told me about this on the future so beware of it & stay tuned folks!

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dulcans-actual-wife · 5 months

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(HUGE SPOILER WARNING as I reference practically everything in the comic at some point in the analyses. I check for updates every 2-3 days so you can assume an update here on the same day as the latest update. And that's on hyperfixations babeeyyyyy 🫠🩷

Please PLease PLEASE contribute your thoughts!! i'd love to hear what you think ^w^)

I will update it as I work on classpecting them and finding speculative crumbs of information and then sorting them into the objective vs. subjective boxes.

EGOIZE KARIAS - PRINCE OF MIND (possible PRINCE OF HOPE) (EGO-IZE. Ego as in he's got a big one. He acts like he's the shit but he's really just a formerly rich manchild that acts on impulse. He retains some traits of the Mind aspect but for the most part destroys it (He left Tahoma with no choice but to lure him in because he refused to listen to her, for example. Same with Meeraz, he said she was talking bullshit). He is a very emotional man, (reminiscent of today's "sassy man apocalypse", but that's just my opinion as a reader) and lashes out like a kid would. Tahoma probably has to have served as his handler at one point.) (fun fact i ship my trollsona w/ him in <3<)

DULCAN THANAS - PAGE OF BLOOD (He is Responsible for Providing MEAT (flesh could be seen as a symbol of Blood). He is also responsible for Cladem's welfare and is very, very poor at it, having dismissed her at multiple points (up until the Cow Massacre, he wasn't receptive to her visions.) But once it happens, he becomes remorseful and apologizes, showing maturity and progress to his character. He DOES have a sense of Responsibility. Unfortunately, he believed her all too late and Cladem has to pay the price, not just his whole herd of cattle and a bunch of chickens minus one. He was mentioned as being "abysmal at talking to people let alone convincing them" (Recruiting people for a Team and Unity are part of the Blood aspect. Dulcan is shit at it but likes to see himself as being a Responsible adult that Knows his shit when he Actually Doesn't.).)

MAYDES "SKERRT" AURATU - HEIR OF BREATH/RAGE (Breath - He shoves off his Responsibility for taking care of his lusus because he is exempt from the Vast Glub's effects. That, and he's Lost in his Own Little World. He insists on being called by a few different aliases to the point that his fake name, Skerrt, is better known than his actual name, Maydes. Again, a sign of detachment from who he is at the Heart of the Matter AKA Maydes Aurata, Heir to Primarian ||'s throne. (A/N: IMHO, he's a little irresponsible shit and overall awful like every other man in the group but that doesn't mean I hate the story or characters, I'm quite passionate about both. I'm just saying he's just poorly behaved and is a bad person which is more of my arbitrary moralizing.) Another thing of note is that he's very rage-inducing for those who don't care for his carelessness and his ancestor wrote shit the wrong way and it led to things having to be written backwards, then flipped.)

TAHBBI DAEZON - ROGUE OF SPACE

KIMAIZ YELDAN - MAID OF TIME (He was treated like a workhorse, Overloaded with DEADLINES until his Internal Clock runs rut. He requires others, namely Amenia and Tahbbi, to buy him some TIME by way of blood transfusions or begging a certain blue cowfucker to back the hoof off for five seconds. He has a cantankerous mood due to being in a constant state of pain and misery due to his AVOIDABLE SITUATION.)

AMENIA LYPTRA - WITCH OF LIFE (She has a very Cheerful Personality in the face of adversity. She keeps Live eels in tanks, presumably to power her technology.)

CLADEM NECHRE - MAGE OF DOOM (Suffers from visions of doom that nobody believes.)

MEERAZ BAYAGA - SEER OF VOID

LOKERE SARONE - KNIGHT OF LIGHT

ELGIZA ?????? - BARD OF RAGE (Her creation, the Purple Doll Girl, causes everyone else misery. Perhaps, she wanted to give the purple girl Hope by making her a body (or a bunch of them...). She was stated as a good doll-maker by Kimaiz and was used as a dubious source of Hope for his regrettable situation.)

TAHOMA FLEURZ - SYLPH OF HOPE

DEJINN SILUDE - THIEF OF HEART (He's seductive, PASSIONATE and is canonically a trendsetter on Primaris ||. The way I interpreted it was he talks in a way that gives some people (Tahbbi again) the impression he's talking in double entendres like he wants something of a dirty nature. (A/N: I initially was made very uncomfortable by him and was a little scared of him. Like, I wanted to breeze through the fucking pages that had Dejinn, he was that upsetting to me. He reminds me too much of sleazy men that manipulate and lie to get what they want. Now I like him but don't like admitting it.) Thieves, like Princes, have inflated egos. He has Devoted Fans that would LITERALLY KILL for him. Also, the way it's phrased (he doesn't have interests but rather PASSIONS, if you incorrectly label them as something else Your Days Are Numbered, his PASSIONS include but are not limited to playing the acoustic guitar, filming and video editing, Network engineering, Jewel collecting and last but not least important SLAM POETRY (Something of note is that one recurring theme in Slam Poetry is IDENTITY-based politics). Dejinn is also stated to be the proud never before seen in trolls: Charisma. He *makes* you like him and if you don't, you're dead meat. From what I could gleam, He has a huge chunk of the Primarian population wrapped around his little finger, including critics and even a few of his teammates (This is a bit of a stretch, but Dulcan starts out seemingly annoyed by Dejinn then switched scripts mid-conversation, being Positive and saying they had a deal.)

#crossmound #cladem nechre #dulcan thanas #dejinn silude #amenia lyptra #meeraz bayaga #Tahbbi Daezon #tahoma Fleurz #lokere sarone #egoize Karias #skerrt auratu #kimaiz yeldan #elgiza

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wordborne · 1 year

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All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. CHAPTER: 1, 2, 3, ?

Times like these made you hate your job.

If it weren’t for the current state of affairs, you’d seriously consider turning in a very polite resignation letter -without giving a two weeks' notice, of course- and never setting foot in that place again. Hell, not even on the same block. But you didn’t have the luxury of doing that, so you had to give your boss a tight-lipped smile when he asked you to finish something he was supposed to do 5 minutes before your shift ended. He was one of those hotshots who didn’t believe in paying overtime, because why would he? It was bad business.

Asshole.

The GCPD hadn’t officially placed a curfew, but staying home after 9 p.m. was an unspoken rule that most people followed. That you had followed until you’d stumbled out of your workplace at 11p.m., tired and angry, hoping the look plastered on your face would be enough to deter whoever wanted to approach you as you walked back home. The buses weren’t operating at this time, neither were the taxis. No one wanted to take the risk when there was so much shit going on. And, honestly? You didn’t blame them.

The streets were lined with blood. Screams echoed in every corner, some joyful, some soul-splitting. You kept your gaze straight ahead, ignoring the bodies littered on the sidewalks. The ripped clothes and broken bottles strewn everywhere. The ginger man who’d suddenly appeared at the corner of your eye, keeping your pace, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Where you goin’?” “Home.” “Sounds fun. I’m in.” “No, you’re not.” You hissed, finally turning your head to glare at him before walking a little faster and holding your bag a little tighter against your body. A bottle of pepper spray hung from one of the straps, and if he got any closer, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump the whole thing on his face. “You seriously think that is gonna keep you alive?” Jerome laughed, pointing to the little bottle you held on to like a lifeline. “You need me.” “I don’t.” “Fine.” He stopped dead in his tracks and, with one of his sardonic smiles, motioned you to go on. Alone.

And so you did, brows knitted together. You didn’t need Jerome. Why would you? The apartment was just a couple of blocks away. And, sure, some people were looking at you as if you were a fresh piece of meat, but they could rob you if they wanted. You had, what, 10, 15 bucks tops in your purse? Stealing your phone would actually do you a solid so you could finally claim the insurance you were tricked into getting a year ago. The only thing you’d miss was your ID because getting a new one right now was a pain in the ass. But, other than that? You’d be fine. Even if a big, bulky man called you from the other sidewalk. Even if he was now taking purposeful strides towards you, commanding you to stop and calling you colorful words when you picked up the pace. Jerome was probably having the time of his life watching your feeble attempts at running away from the man. Bastard probably laughed when you were shoved against a wall, rusty knife pressed to your throat. “Are you deaf, or just stupid?” Probably the latter, you mused, as you stood as still as you could, hands held up in surrender, heart racing so hard you were certain if would jump out of your chest in any minute. “Just take my bag, everything I have is in there.” “That’s not what I want.” He got impossibly closer, his hot, putrid breath making your nose wrinkle in disgust as he slapped the bag away from your body. “I wanna see what color your guts are.” So this is how you were going out, death by lack of dental hygiene and a tetanus infused knife lodged in your belly. You should’ve written a letter. Left it on your desk and blamed your boss for anything that happened tonight just because he was too booked and busy to finish his own yearly report. And then you heard the bang. You stood still as the man’s body slumped forwards, head falling right above your shoulder where you could see the exit wound of a bullet on his skull, blood steadily dripping down your blazer. He was dead. He was fucking dead, and he was right beside you, and- A small scream escaped your lips as you shoved him away, a loud thump following as his body as he fell to the floor, light completely drained from his eyes. Everyone was, to some degree, desensitized by death. It was Gotham, after all. But seeing a dead body meters away and having one right beside you were completely different things. Your heart rate was picking up again. Cold sweat washing over your body as loud footsteps approached you. You didn’t have it in you to look up, eyes glued to your dead assailant.

“Told ya.” Jerome smiled, gun still in his hand, smelling like gunpowder and smoke and all things bad. He stepped over the body, making sure to dig his heel right on the man’s windpipe with a crack before he looked back at you. “So, home, right?” As much as you hated to admit it, having Jerome Valeska by your side did wonders for your survival rate. People ran away. Cheered when he walked by. Didn’t flinch when he fired a shot at some rando for making too much noise ‘cause people were sleeping, y’know? As if the gunshot didn’t echo through the whole block. As if the blood on his hands meant nothing at all. He rolled his eyes and huffed when you couldn’t place the key on the doorknob and yanked it away from your hands to do it himself, shutting the door as you headed to the couch and slumped on it, staring idly at the TV screen until Jerome turned it on. It was as if nothing had happened. He switched channels until something caught his eye. Hummed as he rummaged through the fridge and grabbed the waffles he’d asked for the last time he’d been there and promptly shoved them in the toaster. The ding made you flinch more than you cared to admit. Then, he was on the couch, a plate of syrup-covered waffles on his lap, eyes glued to the TV, the imprint of a gun standing out from the pocket of his pants. “Can you stay for the night?” He looked at you and laughed, but you didn’t peel your eyes away from the TV. “So now you want me to stay.” “Yes or no, Jerome.” The plate was left unceremoniously on the coffee table, the fork clinking against the white ceramic as he turned his whole body towards you. “Tell me you need me.” “I need you.” He shifted. Closer. His knee pressed right against yours. “Say it like you mean it.”

You took a shaky breath, releasing it slowly before turning to face him. His eyes were shining with something you couldn’t quite recognize, gaze momentarily going to your lips when you spoke up. “I need you to stay for the night. Please.” Maybe he’d laugh again. Rub it in. Throw a ‘fuck you’ on his way out because you were scared and alone and, right now, he was the only one who could give you a sliver of security. Of peace. Of things that no one had ever used to define him but there you were, at his mercy. Not quite begging. Not quite pleading. But just hoping he’d do it. “Fine.” Jerome replied after a hot second. “Just ‘cause ya asked so nicely.” He reached out for the plate, placing it on his lap once more and cutting a hefty piece of waffle with the fork before putting it in his mouth. “I’m taking the bed.” “Whatever.” You muttered, unconsciously leaning a bit more towards him. Thighs brushing together now. Mind feeling like static. Feeling too cold and too blue for everything to properly sink in. But Jerome was warm. His hair too red. His laugh genuine and breathy as he watched something that wasn’t remotely funny at all. He was alive. You were alive because of him. And, so, you put your head on his shoulder and stole a piece of waffle from his plate, chewing it mindlessly, hoping whatever came tomorrow would be better than this.

#Gotham #Gotham TV #Jerome Valeska #Jerome #Jerome Valeska/Reader #Jerome/Reader #Fanfiction #my stuff #long post

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Messed Up (OC!Vulcan/Kathryn Janeway/B'Elanna Torres/Seven of Nine/Chakotay/Tom Paris/Harry Kim/Tuvok) Chapter 3 🥶

I lost part of the fic, but tldr Voyager has returned to the Alpha Quadrant at this point. Shit is still fucked tho

mega-fucked up fic here (READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION)

warnings: 18+!!! (I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH), name-calling, s3ggsual sl4very, mature language, g0re, bl00d, knjfeplay, t0rtvre, medical k!nk, character gets bl!nded, mvt!lation, cannonballism, self-cannonballism, p!ss, v0mit, fec3s, c@str@tion, w0und fvcking, n3cr0ph!lia, partially AI-Generated

THIS POST CONTAINS MATURE THEMES!! AS SUCH, IT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER AGE 18 !!

"Volir, my love, my prince, my beautiful slut, would you like to go to the room with me? I've got you a surprise." B'Elanna asked.

"I'd love to, B'Elanna. I'm all yours, Mistress."

They went to the room, and Volir was surprised when he saw what B'Elanna had done.

Janeway, Seven, Tuvok, Kim, Paris, Chakotay, William Riker, Julian Bashir, Kira Nerys, and T'Pol were all there, along with various toys, implements, and restraints.

B'Elanna then shoved Volir down on the bed, tying him up. She then began spanking him, while the others watched.

"You're such a slut, Volir. Such a disgusting, filthy whore," she growled.

"Yes, I am. All of you, please use me for whatever you wish. No matter how violent it may be, please, I need it. I need to be abused, I need to be used. Please, Mistresses, Masters, fuck me, use me, abuse me, hurt me, I beg of you."

At this, Tuvok stepped up, pressing a button which activated a program that turned the room into a Klingon Sex Dungeon.

"You like this, whore? You want to be a Klingon's slave?" He snarled, slapping him.

"Yes, Master, I want to be your slave. I want to belong to all of you, please destroy me, please break me, use me, hurt me. I'm yours, I'm a filthy whore, and I'm yours."

"Very well, whore," Tuvok growled.

He then removed his pants, shoving his enormous cock into Volir's ass. Riker took this opportunity to grab special clamps, affixing them to Volir's nipples and cock. The clamps were then connected by a chain, and Volir's pain and pleasure centers were stimulated, making him moan.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking this pretty little hole," Riker said, as he inserted a dildo into Volir's ass, all the while Tuvok pumped in and out. The others, not to be left out, began gathering their instruments of torture.

Kim took a large whip, and started lashing Volir's back, the blood dripping onto the floor. At the same time, he shoved a vibrator into Volir's mouth, making him suck it. Volir then spat out the vibrator, as Janeway stuffed her cock into his mouth, facefucking him.

"This is all you're good for, all you deserve," she growled, and came, filling his throat with cum.

Meanwhile, Chakotay had found a meat cleaver and a butcher's knife in a nearby drawer. Returning to the rack with glee, he handed the objects to B'Elanna and Tom. Bashir had a surgical scalpel, and began making incisions on Volir's face, neck, and chest, making him bleed.

"Mmm, you're such a good whore, my love," B'Elanna moaned, as she sliced open his legs and arms, blood gushing. Kira, at this, turned up the electricity to its highest setting, sending near-lethal shockwaves through Volir's body. He screamed, and Seven shoved her fingers into the holes made by the whip, tearing the skin.

Bashir then changed into a surgical gown, and moved the rack into surgical position. Taking the scalpel in hand, he stood over Volir, telling him to beg for what he wants.

"Please, Doctor, cut me, hurt me, tear me apart," he pleaded, and Bashir proceeded to stab the scalpel into his abdomen, cutting and slicing away at the skin and flesh. Janeway, seeing this, grabbed another scalpel, and began slicing around Volir's eyes. Eventually, she stopped slicing, instead pressing the scalpel to Volir's left eyeball.

"Beg for this. Beg for what you want, whore," she growled, and Volir did.

"Please, Mistress, remove my eyes, make me blind. Let me be blind, let me suffer. Please, Mistress, do it, do it, I want it, I need it, please, please, please."

"As you wish, whore," Janeway chuckled. She then sliced his eye, rendering it useless. Janeway then plunged her fingers into the ruined socket, ripping out the eyeball.

"Now eat," she demanded, and Volir did. He ate his own eye, savoring the taste of the blood and the juices. Janeway, meanwhile, continued her work, carving around the eye as if carving a pumpkin. All the while, Tuvok, Kim, T'Pol, and Seven were fucking Volir's ass. Paris was fucking his mouth, while Riker and Bashir were fucking his chest, hands, and cock. Kira, meanwhile, was spanking his ass, leaving dark bruises.

"Look at him, the worthless, disgusting whore," Julian snarled. Taking the butcher knife from Tom, he carved a hole in Volir's abdomen, perfect for fucking. As he did this, Paris grabbed the cleaver, and began chopping off Volir's fingers, making him scream.

"AAAAAAAH!! AAAAAAAH!!"

"What was that, slut?" Tom asked.

"More, please, more, I beg of you. Cut my hands, my arms, my legs, everything, I need it. I need to suffer, I need to be destroyed. I'm a filthy whore, a worthless, disgusting piece of trash. Eat me, fuck me, hurt me, abuse me, please."

"Very well, whore," Tom said.

Riker then straddled Volir's face, positioning his cock above the empty eye socket, and urinated, covering Volir's face with piss. He then began to eat the flesh around the eye, the taste making him groan.

"Mmm, you're delicious," he growled, and took a big bite, swallowing the blood and tissue. "So... delicious..."

Meanwhile, Paris had removed his cock from Volir's mouth, and had grabbed a chainsaw. With glee, he began to skin Volir's feet, then chopped them off. Janeway stuck her fingers in Volir's remaining eye, and pulled out the eyeball.

"Open," she commanded, and Volir did, accepting the eye into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed the flesh, blood, and juices.

"More, please," he begged, and Janeway smiled. Moving down to Volir's cock, she sliced open his ballsack, removing the testicles.

"Eat," she commanded, and shoved the testicles into Volir's mouth. As he ate, Paris had found a baseball bat, one with nails sticking out. He began using the bat, beating and tearing open Volir's stomach, and then shoved his fist into the bloody hole, widening it.

"Oh, God," he moaned, as he thrust his arm into the wound, fucking the stomach.

"Mmm, that feels good," he said, and continued fucking.

Kira, meanwhile, had her fingers inside Volir's anus, tearing and ripping the walls as if Volir were Gul Dukat. She was laughing, the sadistic pleasure filling her being.

"That's right, whore, bleed. Bleed for us, whore, bleed and suffer," she snarled.

She was soon joined by Seven, who had found a small suction device. Affixing the device to Volir's cock, it began sucking. Volir was moaning, the pleasure and pain mixing together.

Turning the suction up to the highest level, the skin began to tear, and blood poured from the wound. Volir's cock was ripped off, leaving nothing behind.

"How does that feel, whore, huh? Feels good, doesn't it, bitch? Tell me how much you like it," Seven sneered.

"It hurts, Mistress, it feels so good. Please, Mistress, hurt me more, make me scream. I'm a worthless, filthy whore, and I need to suffer, I need to be punished."

Chakotay, at this, stuffed his cock inside the hole where Volir's cock had been, fucking it as if it were a vagina.

"Oooh, that's so good," he moaned, and fucked harder.

Paris, meanwhile, had taken a pair of scissors, and began stabbing Volir's face, neck, and chest. All the while, Volir moaned about how he needed more pain, more torture.

"Give me more, please. Use me, destroy me. I'm a filthy whore, I'm a dirty, disgusting bitch. Fuck me, hurt me, tear me apart. Make me scream, make me bleed."

Julian, at this, took the meat cleaver, and began exposing Volir's ribs, breaking the bones. Volir screamed, the pain overwhelming.

"More, more, more!" He screamed.

Janeway, having removed her cock from the eye socket, shoved a cattle prod inside, making Volir convulse and shake. She shoved the cattle prod up Volir's ass, turning it up to a power level equivalent of a phaser set to kill.

"AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!"

Volir screamed, his body shaking and spasming. Janeway laughed, the sight filling her with joy.

"That's it, whore, scream, let me hear your agony."

T'Pol, Bashir, Seven, Kim, and Paris had left, leaving the others alone. Seeing this, Kira grabbed a dirty cleaver, and chopped off Volir's arms, the blood and bone spilling out.

"Mmmm, that's good, you whore," Kira growled, and bit into the severed arm.

"More, Mistress, I want more."

Tuvok, hearing this, took his cock, and began fucking the stump on the left side, while B'Elanna fucked the right side.

"Oooh, yes, that's so good, you're such a slut, whore. I love this, I love you, and I love abusing you."

"Mmm, this is delicious," B'Elanna growled, her mouth full of meat and blood. Kira, meanwhile, began exposing Volir's organs, cutting and slicing at them. She ripped out his liver, eliciting a scream from Volir. She then began to eat the organ, blood and juices spilling from her mouth.

"Tastes so good," she murmured.

At the same time, Janeway was fucking his empty eye socket, her cock pulsating.

"Piss on me. Vomit on me," Volir begged.

Without hesitation, Janeway vomited, covering his face with puke.

"Mmm, it tastes good, doesn't it, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress, it's so good," Volir moaned.

Chakotay, meanwhile, was eating Volir's intestines, savoring the taste.

"This is incredible, it's the best thing I've ever eaten," he said, and stuffed more meat and blood into his mouth. Chakotay then began whipping Volir with a whip made of intestines, the flesh and blood flicking onto his body.

"AAAAAAAAHH!!"

"Yes, whore, scream for me. That's right, bitch, scream and cry."

Janeway, having grown annoyed by Volir's words, reached into his mouth, grabbing his tongue, and pulling it out.

"No talking, whore," she said, and sliced off his tongue, shoving the tongue into his empty eye socket. She then grabbed a baseball bat, and began beating Volir's head, the sound of skull fractures filling the room. Volir could think of only how arousing this was for him. B'Elanna located a vat of hydrochloric acid, and some IVs. Attaching the IV

to Volir's leg, she started pumping the acid into his veins, making him scream in pain.

"That's right, whore, scream," she purred, and continued pumping.

Kira had her cock out, and was pissing all over his exposed body. At the same time, she reached into the open wound, ripping out Volir's spine.

"Here, slut, eat this," she commanded, and shoved the spine down his throat. He bit down on the bone, the marrow seeping into his mouth.

"I'm going to fuck your wounds," Janeway growled, and began inserting her cock into the corpse of Volir, fucking him.

B'Elanna, hearing the scream, came, her cum spilling onto Volir's face.

"Mmmm, that was amazing, whore," she purred, and kissed the corpse. Standing back, they all watched as Volir resurrected, his wounds healing.

"Was that enough for you, slut?" Janeway asked.

"No, Mistress, it was great. More, please, give me more."

"Very well, whore. Come to the Torture Room, we'll continue there."

"Yes, Mistress, thank you."

Heading to the room, Volir gasped. There were so many instruments of torture and torment, and he knew they would all be used on him.

"Please, Mistress, use all of them on me," he pleaded, and the group of torturers laughed. They would make sure Volir's request was granted.

"Let's start with the rack, shall we?" Tuvok said, and shoved Volir's arm into the device. Tying it up, he cranked the lever, the bones and muscles stretching, the sinew and tendons tearing. He then stopped the rack, throwing Volir onto the floor.

"Stand up, bitch," Chakotay ordered.

Volir obeyed, and Riker grabbed his broken arm, twisting and tearing. Volir screamed, the pain immense.

"That's it, whore, scream, give me that delicious scream," Riker hissed. He then kissed Volir, in a surprise display of passion.

"You taste good," he said, and twisted and tore the arm, removing it from the socket. He then proceeded to beat Volir with the severed arm, making him bleed.

"Ooooh, yeah, that's good," he growled, and tossed the arm aside.

Volir begged for his arm. The group, amused by this, granted the request. Volir then positioned the arm on a fucking machine, and turned it on. His ass was then fucked by the machine, which was using his severed arm, and the feeling was incredible.

"I love it, I love it," Volir moaned.

Kim, having grown bored, plunged a butcher knife into Volir's back, the sound of bone breaking filling the air.

"Mmm, yeah, that's so good," Kim snarled, and began to remove the knife, before plunging it back in.

"AAAAAAAHH!! PISS IN IT!! VOMIT ON IT!! HURT ME!! ABUSE ME!!"

"As you wish, slut," Chakotay chuckled. Grabbing the wounds, he pulled, the flesh and skin tearing, the muscles and sinew stretching.

"AAAAAAARGH!!"

He continued to tear at the wounds, before biting down, blood and bone spraying everywhere. Chakotay then retched, and vomited, covering Volir's wounds with the foul-tasting bile.

"How's that, whore?" He growled, and grabbed the knife, cutting off one of Volir's feet. Chakotay then shoved the foot up his ass, fucking himself.

"Oooh, that's good," he moaned, and kept fucking.

Kim, seeing this, shoved the severed arm inside Chakotay's asshole, fucking him.

At this, Volir whined, as his ass was no longer being fucked.

"Please, Masters, fuck me," he begged.

"Not yet, slut, not yet," Tuvok said. "Now, stand up."

Volir attempted to do so, but fell down. At this, Janeway grabbed the acid and IVs from earlier.

"Open wide, slut," she growled, and inserted the needle into Volir's arm. The acid then flowed into his veins, the pain unimaginable. Volir loved it.

"Mmm, oh God, that's good," he moaned, and was slapped by Janeway.

"What did I say about talking, whore?"

"Please, Mistress, punish me."

"You asked for it," Janeway said, and chopped off Volir's remaining limbs, the blood spurting everywhere.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!!"

"That's it, slut, scream," Janeway grinned.

Volir screamed again, as a meat hook was inserted into his eye socket. The hook then jerked upwards, leaving his body exposed.

"Let's play pin the tail on the donkey," Kim said, and began hitting him with a mace.

"Hit him again," Seven demanded.

Kim did, the blows leaving huge welts and bruises on Volir's body.

After a while, it was only Volir, Riker, Janeway, B'Elanna, and Chakotay, the others having left.

"Please, Mistresses, Masters, hurt me more, make me bleed," he begged.

"Very well," Riker replied. Taking a flamethrower, he aimed the stream at Volir's crotch. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and Volir screamed.

"AAAAAAAAARGH!!"

B'Elanna grabbed an ax, and proceeded to chop off the burning skin, the sound of bone breaking heard. Volir demanded to be vomited on, to have his face shoved in human waste. The requests were granted, and the group moved to another room, one with a vat of human urine, feces, and vomit in the center.

"Get in, whore," B'Elanna ordered, and shoved his face in. The others, at this, began pissing and vomiting, filling the vat with their excrement.

"Eat it, bitch," Janeway said, and forced him to drink the filth. Volir's face was then covered with shit, the smell intoxicating.

"That's it, slut, get filthy," Chakotay grinned. He then dragged Volir out of the vat, and then swung the mace at him, making him bleed.

"AAAAAARGH!!"

The pain was overwhelming, and Volir was near-consciousness.

"Please, Mistress, Master, do whatever you wish," he said, the last thing he would say for a while. Chakotay took the mace, and swung so hard that a piece of Volir's skull broke off, blood pouring out.

"That's what you get, whore," Chakotay grinned. He continued swinging, the sound of cracking and breaking bone filling the air.

"Eat it, please," Volir moaned, and Riker grabbed the bone, stuffing it in his mouth.

"Chew and swallow," he ordered, and Volir did.

B'Elanna was getting ready for the next stage of torture. She stuck her fingers into the exposed brain matter, and pulled, removing the frontal lobe.

"Eat, bitch," she snarled, and shoved the gray matter into Volir's mouth. Volir bit down, and swallowed, moaning as he did. Now drooling, B'Elanna shoved her fingers in the empty hole, stretching the flesh.

"More, whore," she growled, and stretched even further, disabling Volir even more.

"That's it," Riker groaned. Shoving his cock into the open skull, he began to fuck, the sound of cracking skull echoing through the room. Riker then removed his cock from the skull. Janeway, seeing this as her cue, smashed Volir's skull with a sledgehammer, blood and brains splattering everywhere.

"Mmm, now that's an idea," she said, and began beating the head with the sledgehammer. Volir could no longer speak, having been killed by the latest blow.

The group, seeing that no resistance was offered anymore, went to town on the corpse. Janeway grabbed the corpse, which was nothing more than a sack of flesh at this point, and began tearing, the muscles, skin, and bones ripping.

"Yeah, that's right, whore," she said, and shoved a handful of gore into her mouth.

Riker, meanwhile, was cutting off pieces of meat, and eating them.

Volir then resurrected himself, the wounds healing.

"More, please, Mistress, Master," he begged.

"Shut up, whore," Janeway said. Shoving her cock inside his mouth, she began to facefuck him, making him gag and choke.

"Volir," Riker boomed. "You may do to me as has been done to you."

Volir smiled, and the two left the room, leaving Janeway and B'Elanna alone.

"That was fun," Janeway grinned, and kissed B'Elanna.

"It was. Your breasts, oh my god, they're incredible."

"Your pussy, your cunt, is amazing," Janeway said. She then shoved her hand into the sack of skin, grabbing a fistful of muscle.

"Open wide," she said, and shoved the meat into B'Elanna's mouth.

Meanwhile, in the other room, Volir was in ecstasy. He had cut off Riker's hands and arms, and was eating the flesh. Riker was enjoying this as well, and Volir shoved his severed hand into Riker's mouth, feeding him. Volir then began stroking his cock with one hand, carrying Riker's corpse back into the main room with the other.

"Look, Mistress, look what I've brought you," Volir said.

"Very nice," Janeway replied. "Now, let's begin."

"Mistress, please, I want to see you fuck the corpse."

At this, Janeway grabbed a grenade, pulled the pin, and shoved it up Volir's ass. Volir, seeing the grenade, moaned in pleasure, knowing that death was near. He was going to explode, his guts would be everywhere. The group would eat him, savoring the taste of blood and intestines. As Volir's body exploded, they were covered in his viscera. Riker, who had resurrected, joined the group, all of whom were beyond aroused.

The group then began to devour the corpses of Volir and Riker, the taste of their flesh intoxicating.

"Mmmm, delicious," B'Elanna moaned, the sound of cracking and chewing bones echoing through the room. They all came, and the feast continued. Finger-fucking herself as she did, B'Elanna came, the cum dripping down her body.

"Fuck, that was great," she said.

"It really was," Chakotay replied. He then grabbed a cleaver, and began cutting off the legs of Volir and Riker, stuffing the meat into his mouth.

"Mmmm, I love that taste," he moaned.

The others continued to eat the meat, the taste beyond description. It was the most delicious thing they had ever eaten.

Volir, who had been resurrected again, suggested that they return to Starfleet HQ, where he could be ran through a torture session and a meal all at once.

The others agreed, and soon returned to the HQ.

The guards, upon seeing them, knew what they wanted.

"Bring him to the torture room," they said.

Volir, being taken to the torture room, could barely contain his excitement. Admiral Brand, a woman he found attractive, was there. She began chaining him to the table, and the torture began.

Taking a butcher knife, she exposed his liver, ripping it out and slicing it open. She then fed it to him, the juices dripping down his throat.

"More, Mistress, I need more," he begged, and she obliged, removing his intestines and feeding them to him.

#18+ only #cw: gore #cw blood #star trek #star trek voyager #kathryn janeway #vulcan #tuvok #tom paris #will riker #kira nerys #tpol #harry kim #chakotay #seven of nine #b'elanna torres

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i need to post more hcau wips so here a wip of spirit fucking dying, vio having horrible bedside manner, hero trying his best, and traveler of all people being the smart one lmao

content warning: lots of injury descriptions, almost major character death, vulgar language, small descriptions of how terrible potions taste, and also they’re in a sewer

There’s blood seeping out of Spirit’s leg, and it’s the first time in a while that Vio doesn’t know what to do. Obviously, the wound needs to cleaned, sewn shut, and dressed, but the cut is so long and ragged and deep that she might be dead by the time a quarter of the stitches are in. And even if she does somehow make it past the blood loss, the likelihood of her dying of an infection from getting stitches in the middle of a sewer system is too high to even think about.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck,” Traveler says in a panic, sprinting past Vio to Spirit’s side. He helps her to the grimy ground, even rips off his cloak to set under her leg as a sort of towel. After an embarrassing amount of time, Vio finally moves to help prop her against the wall, and Traveler starts to clean the wound.

This is normally where they’d force feed her a potion. On any standard day they’d be desperately shoving it to her lips and tilt her head back. The tension would fall from their shoulders as her bleeding would slowly become more manageable, and death would no longer loom over her. They’d have to restrain her, of course; the kid’s always been particularly sensitive to the potion’s rancid meat flavoring. Vio holds the memory of Ages holding her arms and head back as Blue pries open her jaw to pour the liquid down her throat quite fondly, despite the fact that Spirit was actively dying then, as well.

But they can’t do that. They don’t have the luxury of pulling her out of death’s grasp, not when their last red potion is on the floor, mixing with glass shards and sewage a few yards away. It was shattered by one of the Yiga clan members that had attacked them just moments prior, in the exact same battle that cleaved the poor girl’s thigh open.

Vio wants to scoop the potion’s remnants up in her hands and force it onto Spirit’s tongue; she wants to drag their fingers through the groves in the stone where the liquid gathers, then drag those same fingers into her throat. She’d drag the girl over to the puddle by her fucking hair and force her to drink from it if it meant that she’d survive.

But it wouldn’t. It’s common knowledge that magic is a fickle thing, so fickle in fact that once a red potion is contaminated, it’s loses all potency—and what’s more contaminated than a potion full of glass, dirt, and sewage?

Traveler looks to Vio. They’re visibly exhausted from overextending their magic as they work through this dungeon, and the grim look on his face says that he’s intimately familiar with these kinds of situations and how they often end. The tears that flood Spirit’s terrified eyes tell Vio that she is as well.

Well, at least she’s small. They might be able to give her family a body.

Traveler still cleans the wound. He moves quickly, which means being much harsher than normal. Why he’s acting like she still has a chance Vio doesn’t know, but Spirit handles it shockingly well. She only clenches and unclenches her fists with every fresh wave of pain and… looks up and starts to nod?

“What’re you doing, kid?” Vio asks as gently as possible, taking one hand in their own to offer some kind of emotional support.

Spirit swallows harshly, and when she speaks her voice is ragged and breathy. “Hero… the—“ she winces, “—the ghost.”

Right. Hero, the dead Link that only Spirit can see, and who can sometimes vaguely speak to the rest of them. He would be there too, wouldn’t be?

“What about Hero?” Vio prods.

“He’s—“ she pants, and her grip on Vio’s hands tightens to the point that it feels close to shattering. Vio often forgets how strong the girl is. “He’s.. gonna get some of the others.”

As much as she wants to feel a wash of relief at her words, they only make Vio feel worse. The group split into several smaller groups in order to finish the dungeon quicker—a choice which likely won’t happen again after today. It’s been just over an hour since everyone parted. The chances of a ghost being able to find and effectively lead someone with a health potion to them quickly enough are…

Vio swallows. Her tongue feels thick. “I don’t think you have enough time for that.”

“Oh,” the engineer says. Her bottom lip quivers as she musters up a pathetic smile. “Okay.”

Another tear slips down Spirit’s round face, and Vio realizes at the worst possible time why Blue is so fond of her.

Then, Traveler’s face lights up as their eyes lock onto Vio. “You still have a little bit of a that stamina potion, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“Stamina— the green one! I know you do, you always leave a little bit of potions left for situations like this! C’mon, gimme!” He leans across Spirit’s legs and grasps at Vio’s bag.

She grabs his wrist before they can reach anything. “A stamina elixir won’t help her, it’ll only make her feel more awake as she dies!” A pang of pity hits Vio’s stomach when she sees Spirit flinch at it so plainly put.

Traveler shakes his head. “No- for me! I can heal her enough for stitches if my magic isn’t fully depleted.”

Within an instant the elixir is in his hands, and soon after the remaining green liquid disappears down his throat. He gags momentarily—that one has the taste of pure salt and the texture of spoiled milk—before clasping the sliced flesh shut between his hands. Spirit’s scream is loud and mangled and the only thing Vio can do is pull her close, muffling the wretched cries that tear through her little body into their chest.

#again this is a wip so pls just. ignore any inconsistencies or plot holes #and the jerky flow know dw i’ll fix it #anywho!! enjoy spirit dying #she doesn’t actually they manage to save her #i have to do more research in how fast blood loss kills #there’s like a solid 2/3 of this fic get to be written lmao <3 #it’s a wip for a reason #hcau #hero’s call au #hcau fic #hcau wip #hcau spirit #hcau vio #hcau traveler #hcau ages #hcau blue #they’re. mentioned #it counts #hcau hero

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tippytopdays · 2 years

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Awakening

Category: uh, T I guess for mild violence

Characters: Dawn, Ingo, Mai, Palina, Iscan

Summary: In case of a derailing, please report to the nearest station master for further instruction.

Notes: hello again -chucks this into the void-

He wasn’t sure exactly how it started.

The morning had been normal. A trip through the same route across the Highlands, assuring all stations were up to code on safety checks. With all things in order he set out away from the mountain. For what, he wasn’t sure anymore.

Palina had been there, he remembered. Calm as ever she’d barely responded to his arrival; something else had been keeping her mind occupied as she watched the waters below. They’d fallen into casual conversation. Mention of his claw came up, the Warden hiding the piece behind his hip though she’d made it clear it was alright. The nervous titter in his chest remained, still. Why exactly was lost to him now. His attention had shifted so quickly he wasn’t sure how anymore.

The sun had been a nice change to the rain earlier that night. While the morning dew squished under his claws it wasn’t enough to derail their shared train of thought.

A noise had come from below. Something high pitched–a young girl’s voice he remembered. It was loud enough that both parties had looked over the edge.

Fluttering hair, thrashing in the grip that held under her arms. Dark blue soaked through and red dripping around pale skin as sandals thrashed against the water.

Pain shot through his head like a strike from an errant Pikachu. His eyes burned and skin tingled. What he was seeing was lost to the haze that fell over his mind.

One moment he was atop the cliffside, where the resident Warden’s cabin resided.

The next he was in the sea below with his claw about a wriggling mass.

Red poured in his gaze like blood to water. One arm was free but held out, grasping something that wriggled free. Bony tail thrashed wildly in rigorous splashes. Furious hisses spilled from his gaping mouth, teeth clenched and drooling.

The mass beneath his foot came to his attention first. Firm yet not quite solid; something not stone but dense enough to hold up his weight, if only a part of it. The crimson in his eyes made it difficult to discern what exactly it was beyond a large, flowing something that just kept moving and struggling and would not stay down.

Irritated, he shoved harder, pushing the pokemon further into the water. Red burned bright across the water as he clenched down. The throat was so weak, so tender under his claws. It would take merely a simple twist of his wrist to pry the flesh off and rend the jugular. Delicious fresh blood would pour from the wound in rivers, staining his claws and flavoring the water in precious iron. Merely a few moments would be all it would take before it would fall silent and at this size it would take him days to finish eating it all; that is, if he were alone.

Chitters rumbled in his neck, teeth chattering in a cruel grin.

But he wasn’t alone today, never was. Yes, he’d come for a reason. A right of passage for such a young nestling. He’d come to the sea to show her–to teach his precious little Gligar how to hunt properly. How to rend flesh and crush bone until it broke open to expose the scrumptious meat inside. And after she’d been shown, she’d take her turn. He wouldn’t allow her to be harmed, no; he’d take her to the weakest prey, play with it for her. Break a few bones himself to make it easier. Then she’d get the killing blow. And once she had her first kill, she’d have another and another. Until she could tear them to pieces just as easily and drink them dry.

She was so young but already she was showing signs of his tutelage. Skills he’d shared she was repeating, dominating the mountainside. Already had many other Alpha’s been defeated and forced under her rule; such a promising hatchling he had.

Purring rasped in his chest at the thought; yes, she would become such a good predator. Such a good Gliscor. So much more than he would, being so young, she’d grow higher and stronger and be unstoppable.

She would even put the Sneasler on the mountain to shame.

The pokemon thrashed in his grip. He scowled and tightened his grip. Any minute now it would be quiet. It would become silent and they would feast. There would be so much meat and blood they’d be gorging for hours. His stomach rumbled; he was hungry.

He didn’t get the chance to taste his prey as a very hard mass struck across his cheek. He launched sideways, losing his grip and splashing back. Anger burst in his ribs and he whipped on the intruder with a snarl.

Bright red eyes stared back, titled with barely concealed wrath. Another hiss scratched over his tongue.

How dare this mere Bronzong get in their way? She’d tossed him off his prey, the Basculegion was getting away! The water pokemon was splashing away across the beach as if his life depended on it; he was oh so right in believing so.

He’d take back his prey after he was done. This was merely a setback. The Basculegion wasn’t fast enough on land; it would be easy to catch again. For this insolence he’d make it pay for even thinking it could escape, rend its fins off and tear out flimsy gills to deter further. His claws clicked, wings spread wide.

Mercy was limited in a predator, but now it was absent.

Before he could even step forward pain lanced through his skull. He pitched forwards, claws slamming into his temples with a growl. A thousand Combees screeched between his ears and pounded against his skull. His ears screamed, tender and sensitive from the onslaught.

Slowly, the agony passed. Pulses coursed from one end of his brain to the other in waves. Thoughts bounced across his mind at speeds far too much to take in. The red faded from his eyes. Cold shock raced up his legs as he came back to himself, confused.

Water lapped at his shins, drenching his shoes and ruining them further. Grit somehow wormed into his socks even; it was as bewildering as it was surprising.

How had he gotten into the water? Hadn’t he just been at the top of the cliff?

As if to add insult to injury, his ears popped clear. He jolted, hands rising to preserve whatever remained of his sanity in the sudden chaos. Even with the barrier muffled words burst across his ear drums, crackling with barely suppressed ire.

“-GO! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?!”

He cringed, ears flicking back. He knew that voice.

Mai didn’t stop as she splashed through the water, “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THIS COULD HAVE CAUSED A WAR?!? WHAT IF I HADN’T BEEN HERE?! WHAT IF ADAMAN HAD SEEN THAT-OR WORSE, IRIDA!?” A hand, solid steel against his skin, grabbed his shoulder and shook him as violently as one woman could. Which was quite strong since he wasn’t much in comparison,”INGO, WHY DID YOU JUST DO THAT?!”

His thoughts raced behind bleary eyes. What was she talking about? Had it something to do with his sudden arrival at the base of the cliff? “M-Miss Mai!” He spluttered, staggering in her grip, “W-What do you-”

“YOU JUST JUMPED OFF THE CLIFF YOU IDIOT!! YOU DIVED OFF LIKE A GARCHOMP WAS AFTER YOU!! NOT ONLY THAT,” She finally stopped shaking him at least, though it was simply traded for grabbing his tunic in the same hand and hoisting him up by the collar, “YOU JUST ATTACKED A WARDEN-!”

“W-Wait! Miss Mai please!” His hands–well, hand and claw–found her wrists and quickly removed them,“What do you mean? I wouldn’t just-”

Faint sniffling, towards the beach. Whatever he was going to say was lost as his head snapped towards it.

Wetter than a dunked Sneaslet, the young Dewott scrubbed at her eyes. Fat trickles of salt poured down her cheeks and pooled into the soggy scarf at her neck. Water lapped at her toes just shy of the wave’s end. Her breaths rattled in a cold, miserable shiver.

Red dribbled down her nose and over her mouth as she whimpered, hand trying to stop it vainly.

Thrashing the Bronzong’s mitts off he trudged to the beach, hesitation far from his mind. Sand crunched under his soles as he practically bolted to her side and dropped to his knees. Salt stung the inside of his nose and dribbled in rivers from the fabric about his legs but he stoutly ignored it.

He was far more preoccupied with the nestling looking up at him. Red eyes widened and suddenly she launched herself into his arms, hiding her face against his chest in a bawling fit.

Immediately his arms wrapped around the Gligar. Panic set in quick and bubbled up under his ribs, the fire within snuffed briefly. There was something deeply wrong. Very little would harm a Gliscor’s hatchling unless it wanted a swift death.

Still she cried, wings snared tight about his waist. Salty tears slickened his chassis more thoroughly than the sea as she bawled all she had.

Whatever the cause was beyond his knowledge and none his concern at the moment. He needed to bind the nestling, to hide her away from the world until the danger passed. Only then would she be safe; her tears would dry and she’d stand tall once more. But his wings weren’t responding, simply laying limp against his ribs uselessly. He growled, irritated as he snatched the edges in claw to wrap them over the Gligar’s shoulder and back.

The rampant jittering of his heart slowed to a palatable thumping. Cries that stirred his instincts slowed and quieted, calmed by the comforting scent of her sire. He sighed softly, teeth clicking. She was hidden. She was safe. Nothing could come close now.

What kind of pokemon would dare approach a Gliscor, let alone one in nesting?

A shout of something, words and sounds that didn;t connect, had his attention whipping back to the sea. The same soggy Bronzong had chosen to abandon the water at last, it seemed. She brandished a branch in one arm, shivering in the waves as she bolted ashore. Yet her eyes were still flickering to him even as she ran with her tail between her legs. Watching. Waiting.

For what he did not care for. Irritation was quickly boiling over, red hot rage filling his chassis and licking the inside of his ribs. He gathered the whimpering Gligar close to his chest with a loud snarl, teeth bared.

If a fight was what she wanted, then a fight was what she’d get. He hadn’t been planning to sharpen his fangs on steel, but the combat would be satisfying.

Coughing pulled his attention away from the pokemon staring at him wide eyed. Another voice speaking, talking towards him or the steel type. He did not care what for as he snapped over with a snarl.

Large, terrified brown eyes stared back. The Basculegion was a mess. Red marred his throat and salt water drenched the cloth he still wore. Scales had been shorn off in his attempts at fleeing the Gliscor the first time, stripes of bare flesh exposed and red.

He was barely a few feet away. If he wanted to he could swipe his tail out and sting him plenty. The water type would fall ill in moments under his poison. The Bronzong would have to wait.

He still had a hunt to complete.

He revelled in the terror reflecting in the Basculegions eyes as hot drool trickled down his lips, grin wide. His tail raised ready to strike–

His attention was ripped away but not by either rogue pokemon. Instead it was by small, tender pincers yanking on his fur and dragging his face down. The yowl stuttered in his throat as his eyes instantly redirected to face the equally terrified ones of his Gligar.

White whiskers fluttered in his face. Tufts of blue fur had begun to form along her jaw in a mock beard, streaks coloring swaths of her hair. The kerchief was still over her head but nudged over a pace to allow the stubby black ears room.

Ears fluttered, confusion tugging at the corners of his mouth.

She was staring at him. Bloodshot eyes glistened with tears as she shouted, muffled in the haze of red, “INGO WAKE UP!!”

His ears screamed. Searing pain scorched through his skull in a rush. Blood thundered in his veins and he lurched forward, bracing his forehead against hers as his eyes clenched shut.

Distantly, a wet heat streamed down his lips.

It was moments before the blistering agony between his ears stopped. Pain twisted into a smoldering pulse over the peak of his mind, niggling into the back of his eyes. Abruptly his hearing popped with the screech of distant Staraptors in the midst of a mid afternoon hunt.

His eyes opened slowly. Bright, shy ones stared back. A crick was trying to form in his neck. Muscle pulled in his back from the hunch he was in.

She swallowed thickly, his ears twitching at the sound, “U-U-Uncle Ingo…?”

He wanted to flinch, “Y-Yes, Miss Dawn..?” He blustered, “Wh-What is-” In his bewilderment, mingled with a touch of hesitance, he licked at the heat on his lips.

Iron blistered across his tongue. His throat burned and gut wrenched. An embarrisingly loud gurgling roared in his stomach.

He lurched back. The one hand he had swiped his nose clean of it. Some small part of his mind screamed as his hand came back streaked in red.

He was just glad it wasn’t the claw. He’d lost enough skin like that. But why was he–

“ISCAN!!” His eyes snapped up as Palina raced over, passing him by entirely. She dropped to her knees, beside a confusingly wet Warden to clasp his face in her hands, “Iscan are you alright!? Did he hurt you?!” She was so terrified, eyes wide and streaming tears down her cheeks. It was odd to see her so out of sorts; the Warden normally held an air of serenity in the face of most catastrophe. What could have caused such peril?

In fact, why was she even down at the beach at all? Wasn’t she at the cabin? Wasn’t he?

Why of all places was he down by the beach? And how did he get there?

The half man half fish the Diamond Warden dissolved into a blubbering mess in her hold. Bright streaks of ghostly power fluttered as the man practically jumped into her arms and hid his face into her chest. His tunic was utterly soaked. Just touching her with his bare hands left prints all over her leggings; he couldn’t imagine what she felt having his face on her when he was that wet.

Barely a scant few moments had passed after his sudden return to the present and he was in the middle of puzzling out why his fellow warden was soaked to the bone when he was struck across the face again. He tumbled ungracefully to the ground, the Dewott squealing as she was tossed out of his lap, “I-What-!?” He spluttered, hand grasping his abused cheek as he looked up into blazing red, “What are you-!?”

Mai only grabbed him again, “YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY!!” Collar fisted in her grip she hauled him to his feet, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?”

“Hrk-Warden Mai!” Had he enough cognitive thought beyond bewilderment he would have been offended at how easily he was being tossed around, “I-I don’t understand what you’re implying-!”

She gave him no quarter. No time to prepare or even a leg to stand on. All of her fury barrelled down in another toss of his person as she threw him back into the sand. As he wheezed, spine cracking in the most horrible of ways, she thrust a hand towards the floundering Warden, “LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ISCAN!! DO YOU NOT HAVE ANY SENSE IN YOU ANYMORE?!”

He struggled to even get up on his arms, “Wh-What do you mean..?” Sand ground between his teeth as he hacked and coughed, “ I-I would never-! I have no reason to resort to-to such violence! Th-That would be-”

“An infraction of war.” Palina’s stern voice caught him off guard, “Warden Mai, this….this is not what we should be focused on.” Tears glistened on her red cheeks as she turned to him, eyes red and swollen, “Warden Ingo, please tell me. What happened.”

“Wh-What do you mean I-”

“Why did you attack a Diamond Clan Warden with no warning.”

He balked, holding onto his abused flesh with the only hand he had,“I….I-I..I wouldn’t..” And yet the way she was staring at him with stalwart remorse gave him pause. The woman still standing over his legs, hands fisted at her sides with intent to return to punishing him, pressured further.

Something had happened. Whatever it had been, he was somehow the cause.

So he turned inward, focusing his thoughts on himself. He remembered the trip down the mountain into the highlands, he remembered journeying out towards the sea, he even remembered speaking to Palina herself. All of these memories were in accordance with one another and held no evidence towards the present. He had some pride in retaining a schedule after all.

But then he focused further, after the sequence of his arrival and conversation. To where he first met the hands of the irate Warden of Lilligant, and everything fell apart in an instant.

Nothing. A complete absence of not only time, but events within said time. It was as if all of his systems went into shutdown at that moment, rebooting only after he’d first been struck. Blank emptiness so reminiscent of the day he’d found himself within this region crawled over his mind.

He didn’t have anything to say. He could only stare off towards some vague point in the sand.

Bells were ringing in his ears and the stench of salt stung in his nose, a twitch rampant in his claw that clicked and snapped and opened and closed that just wouldn’t stop. His skull pulsed with each heartbeat, struggling to regain even a glimmer of a thought at that period of time, yet nothing came up. A completely blank slate as permeating as it was terrifying.

All that remained was a blistering red so vibrant that it scalded the back of his eyelids.

His eyes found the sobbing Warden again, still buried in his beloved’s lap. Heat baked the sand in the early Summer sun, quickly drying the wetness in his clothes. Yet he remained ignorant, perhaps willfully so, to the steady change in his attire. The ghostly flames licked up his jaw unhindered to all outside stimuli.

It was only when his attention slid downwards to follow the flowing curve of the purple ribbons that his blood ran cold.

Red. Deep and bubbling along a collar of wounds. Streaks of raw flesh strapped around his neck like a bandolier that dribbled in steady streams down into the steadily darkening collar.

Chittering hackles raised.

The Basculegion was still alive. Despite it’s gills being wounded, it still dared to breathe, to live. His claws clacked, teeth salivating.

The blood on the Warden’s neck faded until it blended into the crimson painting his eyes.

Distinctly small hands grasping his rattling claw ripped his eyes downwards, away from the floundering water type. Away from the burning dusk of the beach. Away from the freshness of blood and torn skin.

He stared down towards slate eyes, dewy with renewed tears as they poured down her pink cheeks, “U-Uncle Ingo?”

He came to himself in a rush. Cognitive thought jump started back into place. He was aware, he was present.

And all at once, horror dawned in a rush of thought so alike to his own, yet twisted in some laughable mockery.

Red. Crimson and red and blood and meat. The need to feed and provide for someone much younger. The image of said young being in the hands of one perceived as an enemy a driving force to a furious rage. It boiled in his skull like a tumor. Rampant thoughts bubbled between rational and some form of deranged fury. He no longer felt himself anymore, his own body a stranger to him. The claw on his wrist was an alien strapped to his arm, the ears heavy on his head a muzzle.

He had attacked a fellow Warden. One who had been with the young Dewott-no, young trainer, at the time. It no longer mattered as to why.

He had nearly hunted down another man. He had nearly succeeded.

He had enjoyed every minute of it.

The memory alone had bile churning in his gut.

“So you do remember.”

He started at the bluntness. He didn’t know what kind of expression he was making at the moment, but it was enough, “I-I do not know the cause of it!” Little hands clutched at his claw and he held as tight as he dared, “I-I..I was just….”

Something close to pity was in her eyes, though he was unsure with how hard her gaze remained, “Then you have no answer.”

“I…” He was floundering, beached upon a shore with only his own memory to offer, “.....I cannot say why….”

“So you’re just going to say nothing!? What if Adaman finds out-”

“N-No wait please let me explain!” His eyes whipped towards Mai, still wary of the bruising hand she swiped in his direction, “I-I cannot understand why myself! It was-it was just..” Words failed to convey proper thought, leaving him to trail off into silence.

A tiny gasp of air had his ears twitching. Small hands tightened around his claw. Digits of soft bone and tender meat that could snap off clean if he so much as twitched. She would scream, tears would pour from her eyes.

She’d be so terrified.

He blinked, staring off towards the horizon blankly, “....I don’t know…..I can only speculate that..for a moment…” His eyes burned,“.....That I was…no longer at the station….”

Both Wardens fell silent. Mai remained over his legs, her shadow offering respite to the afternoon sun. Still she moved to look away from him, the shade shuffling as she lifted an arm to her face. What her expression was, he couldn’t tell, but judging from the stuttering in her breath he could assume she was just as horrified as he was.

At his opposite side, where muffled sobs muted into tender sniffling, Palina sucked in a sharp breath. She was quiet for a moment longer, waiting, “....Do you believe…..” She did not finish. She didn’t have to.

Silently, he nodded. The sun was lowering over the other half of the sky to herald in the evening. It’s light was starting to burn his eyes. A steady throbbing had traversed across his skull, down over the bridge of his nose. It pulsed there, gushing through his sinuses gracelessly.

He touched his warm upper lip, careful not to irritate his sore nose. When his fingers came back he could only stare.

The color burned against his eyes, so stark against his pale skin.

Soft, well worn cloth pressed up against his arm, wisps of black hair fluttering across his chest. Little shoulders shook in restraint. He could not face her. He didn’t dare to.

At the back of his mind, lingering between conscious thought and distant dreams, the haze of red remained stagnant. A bitter reminder of what had happened, and a cruel laugh of what could be coming.

#pokerus au #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #warden ingo #warden mai #warden iscan #warden palina #oh boy here I go writing this shit again #my writing

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realcube · 3 years

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how they use their quirk during sex

navi | masterlist | taglist

thank you to anon for this request

characters ♡ bakugo, kirishima, kaminari, dabi & tamaki

content warning ♡ slapping, electrostimulation, fire play, masturbation, mentions of voyeur, choking, oral (giving + receiving), blood kink, mention of knife play, unconventional organism eating & vagina-having reader - minors dni

katsuki bakugo

♡ he likes to ensure that his slaps leave a mark

♡ just so everyone knows that you’re his

♡ just seeing you all marked up from his explosions and hand just gets him so hard tbh

♡ also, he loves squeezing you - it makes him feel powerful and dominant - so sometimes he just grabs a handful of your tit, squeezes it then proceeds to make you yelp by setting off a lil’ explosion in his hand

♡ he’s no villain, but he definitely wants to hear you scream in pain or pleasure - either or both works

♡ so whenever he is hitting it from behind and you feel a zing through your body after he spanks your thigh, mentally prepare yourself for trouble in regards to sitting down - for the next week or so

♡ it’s a hard thing to do though because he needs to be 100% that he won’t seriously burn you or harm you, or else he literally wouldn’t be able to look himself in the mirror for the rest of...his life

♡ so yeah, if he’s not completely confident in the fact he’ll be able to smack you without burning you, he just won’t do it

♡ also, the little crackles and pops from miniature, involuntary explosions going off as he approaches his climax not only entertain you, but they also drown out his moans

♡ not that he’s ashamed of the sounds he makes - he’s loud and proud - it’s just that the explosions help balance out the noise so it’s not just his grunts echoing throughout the room

♡ plus, they add ambience

eijiro kirishima

♡ he hardens his back to avoid getting scratches on it lol

♡ it’s not that he doesn’t like getting marked up by you or anything, it’s just a hero instinct tbh

♡ but honestly, you like the feeling of your nails digging into his back then suddenly, the skin becomes sniffer around your fingers

♡ sometimes he accidentally employs his quirk while he is choking you because he gets so into it

♡ or just as he is about to slap your thigh/ass

♡ he also has a bad habit of hardening when you are trying to give him hickeys

♡ so yeah, you’ll probably be left with bruises, hand prints and bite mark scattered across your inner thigh and torso after sex with kirishima and he leaves unscathed

♡ also, idk if this is apart of his quirk but his pointy-ass teeth definitely come in handy - especially if you have a blood/biting kink

♡ kiri is willing to go full vampire for you <3

♡ also, you don’t need knives to do knife play with kiri - he is the knife (well, his teeth are)

♡ he says sternly that he doesn’t enjoy knife/blood play but then he gets oddly aroused when drawing blood from your thigh or nibbling at your slit while he eats you out

denki kaminari

♡ i am so sorry but i can’t stop thinking about kami playfully zapping you during sex AAAA

♡ like if you are into electrostimulation- kaminari is basically your sex soulmate

♡ also if you aren’t like super into electrostim but you give consent for him to lightly zap you from time to time, he will take advantage of that

♡ like just as you’re approaching your orgasm, he’ll shock you slightly so your moans are even louder and your pleasure is escalated

♡ or sometimes during the foreplay, when he is just fondling with your breasts, he’ll give it a lil’ zap so you perk up and whine for him

♡ he just loves seeing the way your whole body juts in reactions and how your nipples erect at the shock

♡ whenever he slaps your thigh/ass, it’ll always send somewhat of a current through your body, which arouses you even more

♡ tickles your clit with electric sometimes just to add some flare

♡ he might make you beg for his touch if you’re needy enough, then simply run his charged hand over your body teasingly

♡ but if you’re into full-on electrostimulation, he’s extreme picky about the times he is able to utilise his quirk bc now he’ll have to send larger currents (instead of just lil zaps which i assume are easily to control) so ofc he needs to be in the right headspace or he could potentially harm you and obviously, that’s the last him he wants to do

♡ so yeah, he probably trains his quirk extra to ensure that he can produce exactly the right amount of electricity for you

♡ omg and he is probably into mutual masturbation/voyeur !! bc you are like his goddess so ofc he gets off to seeing you touch yourself even if he isn’t the one providing the pleasure. also it really brings out his inner perv

♡ so if you like to use toys when you masturbate, literally do not worry about any of them running out of charge/battery while you’re pleasuring yourself, kaminari has you covered bb 💅

♡ also, outside of sex he probably playfully zaps you all the time - like if he is standing behind you, he’ll tap your shoulder followed by a little electric shock. which makes you jump and turn around to see him standing, whistling and averting his gaze unsuspectingly

♡ ‘what, kami? and ouch.’

♡ his eyes widened as he inhaled sharply with an offended look on his face, ‘eh, what?! i didn’t do anything!’

♡ you blinked rapidly, ‘who else has an electricity quirk nearby?’

dabi

♡ he mostly uses his quirk during the actual act of peneration

♡ he rarely uses it during foreplay

♡ maybe just to set the mood by using his finger to light the candles on his bedside table or sumn

♡ or, if you’re into fire play, he’ll drag his glowing finger across your chest to trace your curves while leaving a pale marks behind, shooting an erotic burning sensation through your body

♡ or LORD he (lightly) burns his name into your skin !! so everyone knows you are his >:)

♡ i believe that - unlike the other boys - dabi is able to control his quirk pretty well all throughout sex, no matter what mood he is in

♡ so angry make-up sex with added fireplay isn’t completely out of the question

♡ though, he is a bit cruel so if he’s got your ass in his hands while he’s approaching his orgasm, he will purposefully burn marks into your skin

♡ however, everything comes with a price

♡ so although he can control his quirk at almost all times, he does not know how to deal with the aftermath pffft

♡ he’ll look at your bright red ass and how you are struggling to sit down and be like ‘put some aloe vera on it idfk 🤷‍♂️’

♡ anyway, just expect there to be burn marks on every part of your body that dabi touched

♡ the most painful ones are probably the ones he leave on your hips, while he holds your pretty figure in place and drills into you from behind

♡ or perhaps the ones he makes on the back of your head as he forces you take more of his cock into your mouth

♡ then again, the burns on your neck once he has finished roughly choking you like a slut while pounding into your cunt, were also problematic

♡ but the handprints he leaves on your torso as he feels around the bulge his massive cock makes in your stomach also hurt quite bad

♡ god knows, but you’re just generally in pain after sex with dabi tbh

tamaki amajiki

♡ suneater more like pussyeater amarite

♡ this might be a lil bestiality-esque bc he is like a human who develops features of an animal but like..he is still a human, after all, so he can consent

♡ but anyway, tw for anyone who doesn’t want to read anything of the sort !!

♡ ok, so, let’s get this out of the way first - tentacles 😍 KJVDKFVZDI

♡ he uses them exactly how you imagine he would; he simultaneous holds you down, massages your breast, covers your mouth, chokes you, slithers one up your cunt and one up your ass - just..everything...

♡ like if the tentacles are out, you know you are getting overstimulated that night

♡ also sometimes - if he’s feeling especially bold - he’ll slip one of his tentacles under your skirt while in public then just watch as you desperately try to stifle moans from how good he feels squirming inside you

♡ you both like it a little more than you’d like to admit tbh

♡ also, one time he ate goose just so he could manifest wings and try fuck you mid-air lmao

♡ that would’ve brought a whole new meaning to ‘flying fuck’

♡ unfortunately, it didn’t work as well as he had hoped as his wings couldn’t support both of your weight so it was more like him hovering over the bed while drilling into you from above

♡ it was definitely a new angle though, so you couldn’t complain

♡ he’ll pinch your clit and squeeze your tits with his lobster claws but that’s about it - he generally doesn’t tend to manifest those during sex

♡ one of his dirtiest secrets is that one time, he paid crazy money for a dish with elephant meat in it, in hopes that he’d get a monster cock

♡ (no, the thought never occurred to him that perhaps horse would be a better, cheaper alternative)

♡ bc he highkey has a size kink but you’ve already kinda gotten use to his size so he needed to amp it up...

♡ but no- all he got was a trunk 😭

♡ however, it wasn’t all bad bc at least he made good use of that trunk-

♡ (he shoved it so far up you, he hoped to see it come out your mouth 🥰)

♡ anyway, rapid-fire round:

♡ he once ate rabbit so he could develop bunny ears and a tail so he could be your cute lil’ bunny boy 🥺 while you peg him

♡ buffalo wings get him riled up tbh - only top energy after he has buffalo wings

♡ honestly, the beak he manifests after eating chicken lowkey destroys your cunt-

♡ the leathery skin he gets after eating crocodile makes him feel badass

♡ oh! and the sharp teeth too- like kirishima, he will go full-vampire if you want him too

♡ his quirk is so versatile, just let your imagination run wild lmao ✨

♡ plus, he is pretty whipped for you so he's basically down to try anything

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The B*tch

Title: The b*tch

Summary: It’s a game for you and Bucky. Sometimes you even burn a whole town down if you must.

Square Filled ‘Second Chances’ for: @buckybingo

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Dot, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, language, love-hate relationship (toxic relationship), public blowjob (light), light fingering, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens, no description), mentions of infidelity/break-up, implied/mentions of threesome/foursome, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, forced voyeurism, possessive Bucky, hair pulling, roughness, implied character’s death, therapy, roleplay

Words: 5,3k

2021 BUCKY BINGO masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

A/N: Please head the warnings. The reader and Bucky have a toxic relationship in this. Both are awful people.

“Steve, tell your boss to keep his bitch in line,” you growl, tapping your glass to order another drink. The bartender smirks, watching Steve Rogers, the right-hand man of the most feared man in Brooklyn cower in front of you. “This is my club, and I don’t like hussies at my club, nor whores.”

“Doll, don’t make a fuss,” Steve tries. “I know you and Buck got a war of roses going on, but he didn’t think much of bringing that girl here.”

“I said, I don’t want his whores at my club,” you whip your head to meet Steve’s eyes, narrowing your eyes. “And I don’t mean girls making money with riding dick. I like prostitutes, Stevie. They are always polite and know how to dress. Suzie over there works here every night.”

“Y/N, stop right now. You know every club pays Bucky good money. Every club except for you,” Steve warns.

“I don’t give two shits on Barnes. I make the rules here,” Steve doesn’t like you slide your hand over your thigh, patting the hidden knife. He knows you love to wear a knife strapped against your thigh beneath your crimson silky robe.

He follows the motion, eyes glued to the slit in your dress, revealing your thigh and the tattoo on it. The one you will remove soon enough.

“Still got the tattoo, doll? I knew you can’t get rid of me completely,” a smug grin on his lips, and a dopily smiling Dot on his arm Bucky waltz toward you as if he owns the club.

“Oh, the trash made it out of the house,” you batt your eyelashes, chuckling lightly. “Didn’t think she can walk on her own.” turning around to face the bartender you give her a sweet smile. “What do you think, Wanda, doll. Does that woman look like she should be at my club?”

“I don’t know, boss,” Wanda smirks. While refilling your drink, she looks at Dot, shrugging as she doesn’t want to get in trouble with Bucky. “I’m not into cheap chicks.”

“Give me two cherries,” you coo, ignoring Bucky fumes right next to you. “Maybe give Steve water to make sure he doesn’t dehydrate. He looks so pale tonight. We don’t want him to get sick.”

“On its way, boss,” snickering Wanda pours Steve water, relieved she doesn’t have to talk about Bucky’s latest arm candy.

“Steve, tell my ex to shut her nasty mouth before I stuff it,” Bucky barks orders at Steve before he sits next to you on his favorite barstool, the one he used to occupy when you still were a thing.

“You wish,” you sip at your martini, looking anywhere but at Bucky. “Why do you come back here? There are other clubs in Brooklyn, with owners liking you, Barnes.”

“I like the atmosphere and the drinks are good,” he smirks, placing his favorite knife onto the bar top. A silent warning for you to watch your tongue. “What can you recommend?”

“To leave,” you quip, sipping at your drink.

“You know, it’s a crime to put cherries into a martini,” Bucky mutters, watching you place one of the cherries on your tongue, moaning at the taste.

“I give a shit on your opinion, Barnes. If you would excuse me now, there are tables, a dancefloor, and restrooms you can use,” you jerk your head toward Dot stand next to Steve, still grinning at you. “Take your bitch and leave me to my drink and the music.”

“Ya know,” Bucky leans closer to breathe in your neck, “you should fuck more often to get the stick out of your ass, my love.” his fingertips ghost over your back, draw circles in your skin.

“Ya know,” you get your knife out to press the tip into Bucky’s crotch before Steve can even flinch, “men like you should watch their tongue and balls. One day someone will break into your house and cut them off. Now go.”

“Little bitch.”

“I used to be your doll,” you say, a little too bitter. “Sadly, you couldn’t keep it in your pants,” you chuckle.

“Bitch,”

“Cheating bastard,” you dip your head to glance at Dot. “You should hurry to disappoint the next woman. Maybe you will keep your promises this time – huh? Or maybe she’ll get empty promises too.”

“One day someone will cut your sharp tongue off,” you press the tip harder into his crotch, smirking when a hint of pain flashes across Bucky’s features. “Maybe I’ll be the one to do so.”

“Aw, you can’t take the pleasure away from all men in Brooklyn who want a blowjob from me. You know,” leaning closer you brush your lips over Bucky’s ear, “men love it when I use my tongue.”

Bucky shudders, remembering the way you went down on him. Teeth, lips, and tongue. “You weren’t that good.”

“What a pity,” you smirk, hiding the knife in your garter. “I just wanted to remind you how good I can blow you off.”

“You sure?” Steve chokes on his water when you slide off the barstool to pat his cock, right in front of his boss.

“What the fuck, doll?”

“Oh, you believed I wanted to suck your dick?” you chuckle. “No, I wanted to go down on your tall blonde piece of meat and show him a good time.”

“Go ahead and show Steve a good time,” Bucky challenges, watching you slowly unbuckle Steve’s belt.

You don’t care the club is crowded or that Bucky is right next to you and Steve.

“Y/N, doll,” Steve mumbles when you slide your hand over his chest down to his abs. “Stop, you don’t want to do this.”

“Stevie,” you coo, giving his lips a peck, “you should know I do what I want, and right now,” you tug harshly at his pants, shove them down his legs, “I wanna suck your dick and show you a good time.”

Steve swallows thickly, but what can man do when a woman like you shoves her hand down his boxers to run it up and down his swelling length.

“Oh, you are packing, sweet Steve,” you moan, hand leaving his boxers too soon to shove the fabric down his thighs.

No one at the club dares to watch you. You’re at the VIP section, the one reserved for and your friends. This part of the club only belongs to you, and you can do whatever you want without anyone spying on you.

“Doll,” Steve’s breathing quickens when you ever so slowly sink to your knees to cup his balls. “You shouldn’t.”

“Don’t tell me what I can do, Stevie,” you smirk, hand fisting his cock harshly. “That’s a nice cock, a big one and I’ll worship it. Don’t you want my lips around your dick?”

“Y-yeah-“ Steve chokes out. “But B-Bucky is right next to us, doll. Can we go somewhere private?”

“No, baby,” chuckling you roughly grip Steve’s cock. “I want to prove a point, Steve, and want to choke on your cock right here and now.”

You lick over the wide head, smiling to yourself when you hear Bucky bark your name. He dangerously growls it, wants you to stop but you relax your jaw and go for the goal.

“If you dare to suck his dick, I’ll end your life,” he growls. “Y/N, I’m warning you, doll. Don’t you-“

It’s too late, you suckle at the tip of Steve’s cock, ignoring Bucky throws a tantrum.

“What, James? You told me I’m boring and you want to move on with a hotter chick. Obviously, Stevie has a different opinion and is hard as a rock for me. Now lemme get him off, he’s so hard it would be a waste to not suck his dick.”

“Stop being a brat,” fisting your hair Bucky drags you off Steve, leaves his friend panting and unsatisfied behind.

“Let go of me Barnes,” you try to swat Bucky’s hands away, but he pushes you onto the couch at the VIP section, growling low in his throat. “I wanna suck Stevie’s dick, James. Let me suck his fucking cock!”

“Be good now,” panting heavily Bucky pins your hands above your head, to hold you down. “You will not suck Steve’s cock, not before you did so with mine.”

“I won’t suck your pitiful dick,” you spit into Bucky’s face, grinning viciously when he growls low in his throat. “Now get off me! This is still my club.”

Bucky’s eyes drift toward your legs, especially the tattoo on your thigh, the one with his name on it.

“This is still all mine, doll. Forget about Steve’s cock, mine is all you’ll get. No one in this town will ever touch you.”

“You fucker!” you try to kick Bucky but he takes the opportunity to settle between your thighs, smirks as you can feel his erection press against your thigh. “Get off me! You made sure no guy I hit on fucked me?”

“It’s the law,” Bucky breathes against your lips, “Y/N, Y/L/N is Bucky Barnes property. I laid claim on you years ago, my beloved wife.”

“The fuck! I’m not some fucking property, you dickhead,” you cry, fighting Bucky with all your strength. ��I will kill you the moment you get off me. I will start with cutting your balls off and end it with carving your heart out of your chest!”

“Damn, you really want to suck Steve’s dick,” Bucky grins. He pecks your nose, snickering when you try to bite him. “Did ya hear, Stevie? Y/N wants to suck your cock so badly.”

“Barnes, get off me,” you mutter, tilting your hips to rub your core against Bucky’s erection. “Or get me off.”

“Interesting,” he smirks, eyes drifting toward your chest. “But I don’t fuck bitches,” you huff at Bucky’s words, wiggle harder in his hold.

Your stiff nipples strain against the thin fabric of your silky dress, force Bucky to remember how it felt when you pressed your sweaty body against his chest, nipples scraping his skin.

“Then get off me, Barnes, and leave my club. Take your sweet puppy with you,” you growl. “I’m gonna find another dick to suck tonight.”

“You had to fuck with her again, didn’t you, Buck?” Steve sighs, tugging his cock back into his pants. “Damn, why didn’t you let her finish me? She’s so good at sucking dick.”

“That was a one-time thing, and we were all drunk,” Bucky growls. “And it was one of her fantasies. Y/N is not for you to touch.”

“Didn’t look like it when you encouraged her to give me a blowjob,” cursing under his breath, Steve stomps toward the car. “I had a raging hard dick.”

“Do you think I give a shit! She’s still my wife, Steve,” Bucky sneers. “If not for our friendship, you would lie six feet under right now.”

“Bastard!” tossing the divorce papers onto Bucky's desk, you scowl at him. “James, you told me you’ll sign the papers weeks ago. Now you sent them to me, unsigned and a picture of your dick glued to it.”

“I’m not going to sign that crap, kitten. And I know you loved the picture. I bet you got off looking at my dick,” leaning back in his chair Bucky roams your body with his eyes. “You look ready to get eaten in that black pencil skirt, baby doll. Why don’t you come over here and let me shove my hand down your panties?”

“Everything is a joke to you,” you roll your eyes, not in the mood for one of Bucky’s games. “You wanted out of this marriage, you got out. You can’t suddenly change your mind.”

“I can and did,” he shrugs, eying you shamelessly when you cross your legs. “What happened last night will never happen again, doll. If you ever try to let another man touch you, he’ll die. Everyone in town knows you are mine.”

“You can’t-“ you growl, hands balling into fists. “What do you want for letting me go? I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m tired of your games. Do you want my club? You can have it! Just sign the papers and I’m out of town for good.”

“You would give ‘Artemis’, the club you built out of nothing, up to be free of me?” you shrug. Nothing you can’t accomplish. When you are free of Bucky you will start anew.

“New town. New club,” Bucky huffs at your words. “It’s nothing special. People want to dance, drink, and fuck everywhere. The only difference is, there will be no James Buchanan Barnes fucking me over.”

“I did not fuck you over but fucked you thoroughly,” you scream in frustration, grasp the first thing on Bucky’s desk to throw it at him. “I even let you fuck Stevie.”

“That was a birthday gift, and you had your turn too,” getting up you want to attack Bucky, but you don’t get far.

“Come here doll and get some,” he already grasps for your arm, moves faster than you can blink to push you onto the couch at his office.

“Get off me,” you fight with Bucky. Slap his face, tug harshly at his hair, fist his clothes before you end up on top of him.

He has you on his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs moments later to shove your panties aside, fingers pushing inside your dripping core. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me, doll.”

“I’m just needy thanks to you, Barnes,” you growl, hands pawing at his jacket, tugging harshly. “Give me something, anything…”

“My dick?” he cocks a brow, groaning when you nod eagerly. “Just a minute baby doll,” husking the words Bucky rips your panties apart. “Lemme call Steve to join us.” He grins, revealing he tricked you again.

“Fucking asshole,” you slap his cheek harshly, growling his name. “There I believe you can act like an adult.”

“Just let me call him and he can watch me fuck you like a man,” Bucky grips your waistline, fingers digging in your flesh to hold you on top of him. “I want him to see how good I can make you feel.”

“I wanted to get off, not give your best buddy something to jerk off,” you growl, pushing against Bucky’s shoulders. “Jesus, we are a mess, Barnes.”

“I know, but I love you,” you sigh, forehead pressing against Bucky’s. “Can we not try again? I know that I fucked up, but give me another chance, doll.”

Your hands cup his face, and you breathe against him. Your forehead still touches Bucky’s heated one, and you just take a moment to feel him against you.

“I want Dot gone, not just out of your life but out of town. I don’t care if you send her to hell or Timbuktu. Just get rid of that grinning bitch,” you mutter. “If you get rid of her, we can talk again.”

“Uh-erm,” Bucky tilts his hips to press his erection into your core. “Can we still fuck? I didn’t touch Dot, I swear. Yes, I had a few flings here and there, but I know you were riding Steve’s dick over the last months.”

“What can I say – he has a nice dick,” you smirk, hands kneading the knots out of Bucky’s shoulders. “Maybe we can invite him once in a while?”

“What will I get in return?” Bucky husks, searching your eyes. “Doll?”

“You can do that thing with your thing,” a deep guttural growl leaves Bucky’s chest before you find yourself underneath the mobster, pinned to the couch.

“Give me five and I’ll get her out of town. And then, I want to do the thing with my thing in your ass.”

“Not today,” you grumble. “Get me off first and show me you’ll not stray again. If you can prove you are worth my time, you can conquer my ass.”

“I wanna-“ Bucky whines. “You better let me fuck that tight ass, doll. If not, I’ll not let you cum for months…”

“Promises…promises…”

“Bye, bye, Dottie,” you coo, waving at Steve. The tall blonde drags said woman out of her apartment, not caring Dot screams, fighting Steve with tooth and nails. “Have a nice trip!”

“Bitch!” Dot growls, screaming on the top of her lungs. “You can have that bastard back. He barely made me cum.”

“Did you fuck her?” growling the words you glare at Bucky. “James Buchanan Barnes! Did you fuck that woman?”

“Maybe a little?” Bucky shrugs, rubbing his hands over your arms, grinning sheepishly. “I was barely inside, ya know.”

“What the fuck! There is no ‘I was barely inside’, James. You were inside and fucked her or you weren’t,” you punch his chest harshly. “There is no halfway!”

“Fine, I fucked her ass,” your husband grumbles. “What can I say? We were on a break, and I was lonely.”

“Don’t you fucking dare to tell me you were lonely, Barnes,” pushing against his shoulders you ignore Steve tries to drag you off his friend. “Good thing I rode Steve’s dick excessively. Damn, he was so good!”

“If you don’t stop talking about Steve’s dick I’ll let him fuck you right here, in front of all my men! Maybe I’ll let them have a turn too – huh? All of them!” Bucky threatens, not liking the grin on your lips.

“Oh, please! As if I didn’t already fuck all of your men! Sam was the first I blew off in your car! He tasted like a goddamn popsicle!”

“Lying bitch!” Bucky is in your face, breathes heavily when you exclaim Thor had you on your husband’s desk, followed by his raven-haired brother. “You didn’t fuck my men!”

“I did and if I want to, I’ll do it again. Right here. Right now. All of them in all my holes,” you jab your finger into Bucky’s chest, snickering when he wraps his metal hand around your throat.

“You better think before you speak to me again,” he growls. “Get in my car and shut your mouth.”

“Aw, don’t you want one of your men to shut my mouth with his dick?” you retort, laughing when Bucky roughly shoves you toward his car to bend you over the hood.

“You want to act like a whore, I’ll show you what you’ll get,” Steve tries to stop his friend when Bucky rips your dress down your body, followed by your panties.

“Oh, do you want to fuck me, or will you ask a real man to do so?” laughing manically you spread your legs. “I’m ready for all of them, James.”

“Fucking bitch,” he unzips his pants, impatiently getting his dick out. “I’m gonna fuck you right here for all my men to see.”

“Promises again-“ you giggle, not missing Steve tries to stop his friend. “Will ya fuck me now or shall I ask one of your men?”

“Shut up,” his cock slaps against your ass, and his men turn around, not wanting to peak on you getting fucked. “If anyone takes his eyes off my wife, he’ll fuck her after me!”

“Did you just offer my pussy to all of your men? Naughty, James,” you grin, imagining getting filled by all of Bucky’s men. “Damn, yes.”

“I might add, anyone putting their hands on my wife will die, slow and painful!” you whine, disappointed you’ll only get Bucky’s dick. “Now shut the fuck up and just take my dick like a good girl.”

“Aw, you still think I’m a good girl, Bucky. That’s so sweet of you,” giggling you tap your fingers onto the hood. “Will I get your dick now or do you have performance issues in front of your men?”

“Fucking bitch,” his metal hand roughly fists your hair, presses your face into the cool surface of his car, gives you a stark contrast to his hot cock that nudges at your slit. “I hope you are wet because I don’t care if it hurts for you.”

“Bastard,” filled to the brim seconds later you struggle to breathe. Bucky is not gentle by all means, he roughly grips your shoulders, holds you down like you are nothing but a hole to fill. “Fuck me like a man, if you can.”

“Buck, can we not leave,” Steve grumbles, eyes glued to your body pressed to the car. He would never tell anyone so, but Steve loves to fuck a girl on a car.

“Watch and maybe, you’ll get a turn too. Sloppy seconds and all,” Sam tries to not look, knowing Bucky is too engrossed in starting to fuck into you. Brock on the other hand rubs his hand over his dick, listening to all the noises you make for your husband.

“Buck, this goes too far,” you moan loudly, feeling Bucky speed up. He doesn’t care if you get off or enjoy the ride; he simply wants to lay claim on your body again. “Bucky!”

“You’ll watch me fuck my wife, Sam,” Bucky moves his hands to your hips, holds your body in a tight grip. “I dare you to look away.”

“Bucky likes to have an audience while we fuck,” you quip, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to meet Steve’s darkened eyes. “Look at you Steve, so hard while your best buddy fucks his wife.

“Can you stop flirting with Steve?” Bucky starts to drag you onto his length, groans with every harsh thrust. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to not let you cum.”

“Don’t challenge me, Barnes!” while you bicker with your husband, his men silently sneak toward their cars, leave you to your coupling. “You better make me cum!”

“Little bitch wants to dictate my life,” he ruts into you, hands pawing at your flesh. “My doll wanted to fuck Stevie, and I let her. But then I want to fuck Natasha and she freaks out.”

“As you didn’t ask me to do so! You fucked her in our bed, and she wore one of my dresses,” you growl, pushing back onto Bucky’s length. “All those bitches, you fucked them on our bed. I would’ve never fucked Steve on our bed!”

“Hypocrite!”

“Cheater!”

“Fucking cum.”

“I’m trying but you lost your mojo,” you pant, smirking at Steve. He’s the last man standing – or rather the only guy watching you and Bucky fuck.

“Steve, make a mental note. We will put my wife in the dungeon and play with her all night long,” whimpering you look at Steve, imagining all the cruel things both men will do to you.

“Please.”

“Cum and I’ll hurt you so good…”

“I forgot we got a freaking sex dungeon,” you roll on your back, stretching your sore body. “So, who’s going to get me food?”

“Steve?”

“I don’t feel my legs, Buck,” Steve groans. “How about you go, and I’ll just lie here, ignoring my sore dick.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” you tut. “I only tried to show you a good time. How should I know you can’t take it?”

“Stevie, if you want to keep up with my wife, you must train your dick,” Bucky snickers, looking around the room to find his pants. “Sam, why are you still on the floor?”

“I need a break,” Sam pants, glancing at Bucky who ushers toward the door to unlock it. “I never thought I will ever not want sex.”

“Aw, my sexy soft bear can’t get up from the floor, Bucky,” you sigh deeply, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Did you hear me?” the female asks, disturbing your moment of silence. “Mrs. Barnes, did you hear me?”

Your eyes snap open and you feel the heat creep into your cheeks. Your therapist looks at you, expectantly, waiting for you to answer her question. “What did you imagine?”

“I-I,” you sigh, realizing you daydreamed once again. “To pay him back and, have some fun,” you sniff now.

“How did you do it? Who are you when you pay him back?” she asks. “Describe the person you are in your dreams.”

“When I imagine paying my husband back, I’m sexy and wild. Not meek and boring. If only I was a little more like that woman, he would’ve never found someone better, sexier, and more interesting.”

“Mrs. Barnes, you are not boring nor unsexy. Men cheat on their women for other reasons,” she tuts. “We talked about your low self-esteem.”

“Doesn’t change the fact she’s a ten and I’m a two, maybe even a one,” you sniffle. “I guess he will file for divorce soon enough to marry that woman. I can’t do anything and feel so helpless. What can I do? Bucky doesn’t love me anymore, maybe he never did.”

There is a knock on your therapists’ door, causing her to frown. “Just a minute, Mrs. Barnes. I wonder who dares to disturb our session.”

“It’s okay,” you give her a soft smile. “I can open it for you, and you can make some more notes.”

“We need to talk,” when you open the door, Bucky stands in front of you, panting heavily, an envelope with papers in his hands. You assume he wants to deliver the divorce papers today, so you nod silently.

“Okay, come in,” defeated you open the door a bit wider to let Bucky inside. “Let’s get this over with.”

You walk toward the couch, holding back the tears while Bucky strips his coat off, tossing it onto the couch, ignoring your therapist completely.

“You need to stop talking to your therapist about me,” he begins. “Y/N, what will happen when she tells anyone about the stuff you told her.”

“I only told her about my doubts, that I feel like a grey mouse,” you sniffle. “There is nothing wrong with it. I try to feel better and get over the fact that I never was pretty or sexy to you.”

Tears run down your face, and you choke out a sob, hating yourself for it. “What the fuck, doll. I gave you time and space, but you’ll not talk about shit with a stranger. I want you to talk to me!”

“About what, Bucky? There is nothing left to say. You want that sexy woman, and I’m going to fade in grey again,” you shrug. “It is what it is.”

“Fade to what?” running one hand down his face Bucky sighs. “Y/N, doll. I was drunk and Natasha asked me if she can stay in the guest room. When I walked into our bedroom she was there, wearing little to nothing.”

“How could you resist a woman like her while having someone like me at home. I’m not-“ your voice cracks when you look down your body.

“I-I’m sorry that I almost had sex with her. I was stupid. We had this fight, and I was weak that night, baby doll,” he crouches down next to you, gently touches your foot. “Look at me, doll. Natasha can’t compare to you.”

“’s okay, Bucky,” you shrug. “Men like you shouldn’t go for girls like me. You belong to Natasha or anyone else but me.”

“Fucking shit, Y/N! Yell at me. Scream. Throw things. Do anything but blame yourself for my infidelity. I was drunk and made out with Natasha. This was not your fault, it was mine, doll,” he runs his hand up and down your leg, tries to make you talk to him.

“I will sign the papers, no problem.”

“Papers? What papers? I got you the photos you wanted of the puppy,” Bucky opens the envelope to place the pictures of one of the puppies you liked onto your lap. “I-you see.”

“Puppies? I don’t understand, Bucky,” sniff, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Y/N, can we not talk about what happened?”

“Mr. Barnes, I’m glad you made it to one of our sessions,” your therapist clears her throat, watches you make space on the couch for your husband. “Why don’t we talk about your problems? Maybe I can help you?”

“OHMYGOD, Bucky,” you giggle, slapping his bare chest while he tries to slip inside of you. “Hey, shouldn’t we do one of those pair therapy exercises?”

“I’m on it, beautiful,” your husband slams into you, ignores you are still sore from your last encounter. Well, you barely made it out of your therapist’s office without fucking the life out of each other. “Aw, you were such a cute shy girl, and I, the big bad mobster just came to the session to help you cope.”

“You’re an asshole,” you pant, cunt already soaked again. “But fuck me, baby. My therapist will be so fucking proud of me for taking the next step.”

“Next step, huh? You went straight to fucking me, Steve, and Sam. That’s not the next step, it’s the ultimate.”

“Yeah, and it was great,” your nails bite into Bucky’s back, leave angry red lines but you don’t care. “I’m gonna lay claim on you again Barnes.”

He growls, hips crashing into yours. “This cunt is mine. No more Sam or Steve,” you hum to yourself, lean back, and decide to just enjoy the ride. “What? Don’t just lie there, doll.”

“I’m tired but want an orgasm. Come on, Buck, work that body,” you grin, watching Bucky move on top of you. “That’s what you wanted. Right? A girl like Dot, who just lies there and takes it.”

“Damnit, doll. Move your body,” he groans when you decide to buck your hips. “More, Y/N. I wanna feel you move your body…”

“So, a second chance?” your therapist asks when you shyly sit on the couch next to Bucky. Oh, how you love to pretend you are not the devil in disguise.

Your red lips curve into a smirk and you wonder if that smart woman will ever find out the truth about you and Bucky.

“Yes, we will go for more sex and fewer puppies,” Bucky grunts, patting your thigh, squeezing it roughly with his metal hand. “Truth is doc; my girl needs a cock more than anything. Sometimes I’ll bring Steve in, to help me fuck her.”

“What?” your therapist stutters, looking at you with wide eyes. “Mr. Barnes!”

“Oh, she loves it, doc. Last time it was an orgy. I watched Steve, Sam and Thor take turns. She was covered in cum and screamed only my name,” Bucky grins like the devil, already patting his hidden gun.

“I-I,” unsure what to say or how to react to such a confession your therapist slowly gets up from your chair. “I think I’ll need fresh air.”

“Sit, doc,” his voice dangerously low now Bucky dips his head to look her straight in the eyes. “Did you think I don’t know you were selling all those nice information my wife gave you to my enemies?”

“Buck,” you sigh. “Don’t kill another therapist. I liked that one—”

“Great, now I must find a new therapist thanks to you,” watching Bucky parade around your bedroom, a smirk plastered all over his face you roll your eyes. “Seriously, Barnes. You killed three of my therapists in not eight years.”

“The first dared to say we should file for divorce. I know he only wanted to get a taste of your pussy,” your husband mutters.

“Yeah, but what about therapist number two? He didn’t do anything wrong, still, the cops knocked on my door not days after his disappearance.”

“Hey, it wasn’t me!” Bucky snickers. “Maybe Steve didn’t like your therapist blamed him for our failed marriage.” The bastard shrugs. “Or I had to show him no one touches my wife.”

“He didn’t touch shit, Barnes,” you growl, watching Bucky open the door to the bathroom to reveal his next gift to you. “What?”

“May I present to you—” he smirks when a black cat waltzes into the room, “that’s Hades, its soul is as black as yours.”

“Don’t say shit about black cats,” patting the mattress you watch Hades jump onto the bed, purring. “I love black cats.”

“I know, doll,” laughing Bucky sits on the bed to watch you pat the cat.

“This is your last second chance, Barnes. Next time I’ll just kill you...”

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𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈 (Dragon! Bakugo x Reader)

【ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ：(Y/N) (L/N) lives a surprisingly domestic life alongside her husband, the powerful hot-headed dragon Katsuki Bakugo.】

【ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Dragon! Katsuki Bakugo x Female! Reader】

【ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG-13 — All characters featured in this story have been aged up over eighteen. Also, there is gore and blood in this, so if you are upset by that this isn’t for you.】

【ｗｏｒｄ　ｃｏｕｎｔ：2.6k 】

【Ｎｅｘｔ　Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ: Part 2】

(Y/N)’s hands kneaded soft, fluffy, pale dough on a stone counter top fitted in smooth grey stone, the flour falling like snow on her pale beige apron. Her mind wandered with the routine task; make the bread, let it rise, and then bake for one hour—she had done it all before.

Grabbing a nearby bread pan, she eased the freshly kneaded dough into the oak wood bowl. Her hands wiping the bits and pieces of stray batter on the fabric apron tied tightly around her waist. Once she had cleaned them in a nearby water basin, she laid a tea towel over the mouth of the bowl to rise for a few hours.

‘Finally, done. I can take a minute to relax.’ The woman thought to herself, untying the nice bow created by the laces of her apron. ‘Let’s hope he doesn’t get back early.’

Hanging the apron on a nearby hook near the entrance to the makeshift kitchen, she stretched her arms high over her head. Her neck muscles protested angrily as they were strained, but she smiled at the relief shooting across her form.

She looked around the kitchen, her (E/C) eyes scanning the beaten stone counter tops, the haphazardly hanging plants from the ceiling, and scratched wooden shelves for any sign of misplacement or grime. The rocky interior walls casted dancing shadows from the many flickering candles around the room.

Satisfied with her keen observation, she hummed to herself contently. Her feet spinning on their heels as she walked out of the kitchen, making a mental note to light the slab, stone oven afterward.

The kitchen lead into a larger room, large wooden support beams held up the ceiling in every corner. There was a large rounded bed pressed against the wall to her left, large furs and pelts were piled in a heap on the bed. On the farthest wall led a corridor where bright sunlight streamed through from the outside—a stairway could be seen in the corridor leading into a dimly lid spiral down.

(Y/N) noted a few of the candles had blown out in the room, presumably the breeze from outside had extinguished the weak flames. She sighed to herself, straightening out her white blouse and suspenders while she moved to a small table across from the bed.

A small green book embroidered with gold detailing waited for her on the scratched dark wood of the table. Her hands picking up the book she seated herself on one of the chairs, but she soon felt herself falling back onto the cold ground with a painful thud.

(Y/N) groaned, holding the side of her head carefully as the world spun around her in a warm blur. Her eyes managing to focus on the chair who had spitefully broken under her the moment she sat down.

“For fucks sake, of course.” She cursed under her breath, using her elbows to hoist herself up from her spot on the floor. Her hand searching for the book that had been flung from her hand, finding it a few feet away.

Looking at the chair, one of the legs had given out and the scratched up, claw-marked, and singed wood wasn’t able to hold weight any longer. It was a wonder how it didn’t break sooner.

“Fucker almost killed me.” (Y/N) voiced allowed to no one in particular, the stabbing pain in her head not receding and only increasing as she pushed herself to standing.

‘I really need to find other furniture that the ones he steals from his raids. A new set of chairs is something I’d pay money for.’ She thought to herself, running a through her hair and picking out pieces of dirt and splinters from her (H/C) locks.

A large roar shook the entire inside of the cave, the forceful vibration almost sending (Y/N) tumbling once again. The book nearly falling from her grasp, but this time she clenched it tightly in her fingers. The sound of scraping stone echoed wildly in (Y/N)’s ears, her face scrunching up at the unpleasant sound.

Her hand was quickly placed on the rocky wall beside her, watching the furniture, that had been fashioned to the wall with wires, to make sure nothing broke. ‘That bastard just had to come now.’

“Tiny! Where the fuck are you? I’m back if you hadn’t noticed.” The loud booming voice emanated from the corridor, the pissed of tone making (Y/N) roll her eyes. She scrambled to the doorway of the kitchen, her book forgotten on the table, and she checked to make sure the bread bowl hadn’t fallen off the counter—luckily, it hadn’t.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, you impatient bastard wait one minute!” (Y/N) called back to the voice, her eye brows narrowing as she noticed the plates and bowls that had fallen from their wooden shelves.

“Whaa? You calling me a bastard, you better watch your fucking mouth, human.” The voice responded sourly, the unmistakable growl that edged it’s way into the tone making (Y/N) chuckle lightly to herself.

She walked toward the corridor of the room, noting that most of the candles has blown out in the rumbling. The rocky hallway was rather small and led into a larger cave with a ceiling that stretched meters above her head. There were no stalactites, like they had been broken off purposely.

Sunlight streamed into the large cave from outside, giving it enough natural light to see around without any aid of candles or lanterns. In the corner of the cave sitting with his legs crossed, his hands tearing at the meat of a freshly killed deer, was Bakugo.

(Y/N) rubbed the back of her neck in defeat, seeing the blood already beginning to pool around the carcass of the poor animal.

“I’m here and already, you’ve made a mess.” She commented in disgust, walking over to the man as he turned around to face her—lips and cheeks smeared with thick red blood.

Bakugo swallowed the meat in his mouth, the hind leg of the deer had been ripped off the animal and was being held in his hands.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re a fucking clean freak.” He retorted, his mouth opening and taking a large squelching bite of the raw meat. “Only humans would worry about shit like this.”

(Y/N) hummed, rolling her eyes as she scanned him up and down—he would definitely need a bath after he was done his “meal.” The blood soaked into his pants and the beautiful white fur of his long red cloak around his shoulders. The red sticky ooze seeped over his toned, muscled body.

“If you’re eating all of it, just give me tender loins to cook please.” (Y/N) sighed defeatedly, the smell of raw bloody meat hitting her nostrils in an unrelenting attack of metal and gore.

“You humans and your risk of worms.” He grumbled under his breath, his hand reached toward the back of the deer and shoved his hand into the back—through the pelt. (Y/N) winced at the sound of his hand pulling out the two strips of meat, his other hand shoving another mouthful of meat into his mouth. No matter how much (Y/N) has seen him rip flesh from bone, it still made her nauseous sometimes.

“You’re looking green, Tiny. Go back inside, if you’re going to vomit your insides out again.” Bakugo said, his crimson eyes scanning up and down (Y/N)’s pale face. His hand threw over the two pieces of tenderloin, the meat landing on the ground with a splat.

(Y/N) nodded her head silently, crouching down and delicately picking up the strips of deer. The blood was still warm in her palms and she groaned at the thought of getting the red stains on her nice blouse.

“If any of this gets on my shirt, I’m slipping laxative in your water.” (Y/N) threatened, hurrying toward the corridor once again and she heard the outraged exclamation of Bakugo behind her.

“You better not, fucking tiny ass human. I will rip your precious books to smithereens.” Bakugo shouted after her with a growl, the woman rolling her eyes around her skull in response.

“Okay, dragon boy, let’s see you fucking try. I’ll bleach your cape pink.” (Y/N) jabbed back, calling over her shoulder at Bakugo who continued to munch on the meat. She could hear him grumbling curses under his breath and she giggled softly to herself.

(Y/N) hurried through the corridor, through the room, and into the kitchen. She could see a drop of blood preparing to fall onto the floor she zoomed toward a clean bucket and dropped the meat into it. Her palms leaned on the counter for support, for some reason the smell of the fresh meat made her feel sick to her stomach.

She sharpened a knife and began trimming the meat on the counter. It wasn’t long after she heard Bakugo come stomping through the corridor and she leaned out of the door to see the muddy tracks behind him.

“Clean your shoes off next time, I swear you lived in a barn.” (Y/N) called out, her lips frowned at the sight of the freshly mopped floors being covered in brown muck. Bakugo paused, turning around to look at the mud he was dragging through the room before he smirked deviously.

“I was raised in a cave.” He said, continuing to stride toward (Y/N) with an evil glint in his eye and her frown turned down into a scowl. “What’s wrong, Tiny? You’re looking a little pissed off.”

(Y/N) sighed and shook her head, looking at the blood still wet on his body.

“Don’t take another step, clean off the blood. We have bathing pools for a reason, dipshit.” (Y/N) demanded, pointing her sharpened bloody knife toward him. Bakugo faltered for a moment, a dangerous frown forming on his face.

“I’m not fucking that filthy. I washed yesterday, just like you asked, remember?” Bakugo retorted, his arms crossing over his chest. (Y/N) hummed at his rather adorable expression and continued flaying the strips of white fat from the meat.

“You’re covered in blood, Katsuki Bakugo, and that means your washing.” (Y/N) said, her eyes glanced down where she was happy to see that her work was pretty much finished.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and grumbled his way back toward the corridor, she was pretty sure she heard a imitation of her own voice. She simply giggled and packaged the meat in parchment paper to save for stew later and dropped any dirty dishes in the sink-bucket.

He returned a few minutes later, dripping wet and clothes in his arms. Bakugo wasn’t wearing a thing and (Y/N) noticed right away, her face turning a lovely shade of rose red.

“Okay! That’s- No clothes- Your other shirts are in the dresser!” (Y/N) said, looking away from the spectacle of a naked Bakugo. She heard his footsteps approach her and felt strong arms wrap tightly around her waist, pulling her snugly against him.

“I’ll get changed later.” He muttered against her skin, the warmth of his breath tickling the skin of her neck. “Nothing happened while I was gone?” (Y/N) was frozen in her spot, the feeling of the water dampening in her back, and her face flushing with a beautiful color of red.

“N-Nothing, the den’s been quiet as ever.” (Y/N) answered, her voice stuttering at the beginning but she managed to focus on the cutting board in front of her. “No one’s touched your precious gold horde.”

Bakugo hummed, his chin resting on top of her head, and he snuggled his face into her hair. His hands wandered about her waist, his toned chest pressing against the small of her back.

“I wasn’t worried about the gold.” He muttered quietly, the growl at the end of his voice made (Y/N)’s arms explode in goose bumps. “You smell different, tiny. Did you use the milk soap you bought a while ago?”

She paused for a moment.

“No? My smell changed?” (Y/N) asked, she had never really gotten used to the draconic abilities of her husband. Bakugo nipped at her earlobe absentmindedly, he’d always held this animalistic quality that he brought everywhere in their relationship.

“Your cinnamon smell is just different, alright? It smells like milk mixed with cinnamon.” Bakugo said, his eyes watched her hands move rhythmically as she finished up ridding the meat of any fatty tissue.

“I still don’t know why you humans are so picky.” Bakugo scoffed, shaking his head as let go of her waist and walked out of the kitchen in order to hopefully put some pants on.

“The fatty parts make the meat chewy.” (Y/N) said honestly, her eyes glanced over to Bakugo’s form but she refused to look for long—the blazing warmth in her cheeks forcing her too.

The conversation continued for awhile, (Y/N) was busily hurrying around the kitchen and chopping vegetables for the stew. Bakugo was making himself useful and watching her whisking around the kitchen from his spot sitting on one of the counters.

The stew shimmered on top of the stone oven, the bread was baking in the rocky blazing insides happily. The smell permeated the air and the warm smell making (Y/N) sigh contentedly.

“Shitty hair and pink bitch want to come over for dinner, they want to taste human cooking.” Bakugo started, the subjects of his yapping changed like the wind—it could go from hating Midoriya, to how great he is, or how he caught the deer earlier.

“Of course, I said no-”

“Why don’t you invite them over? They haven’t been over since fall, the winter’s been tough on them.” (Y/N) said, stirring the stew in the pot and sprinkling in a few herbs and spices into the shimmering pot. Bakugo scoffed.

“Hell no! They’re messier than me. That shitty hair is really fucking annoying.” He retorted, his posture straightened to a stiff board, and he muttered quietly under his breath. “He’s always touching you.”

“What is it with you dragons? Always so overprotective of your ‘mates.’“ (Y/N) sighed, looking toward her husband who huffed and shoved himself off of the counter. His shimmering ruby eyes glaring darkly in her direction, stalking over to her.

“Mates are a big fucking deal, tiny, I’ve told you this before.” (Y/N) nodded her head, her lack of listening made Bakugo snatched her wrist and pulled her roughly against his body.

“Dragons mate forever. You are mine, forever, you fucking idiot.” He growled, her smaller body was pressed flush against his. (Y/N)’s eyes widened at his serious tone, he usually wasn’t this sentimental and she expected a scoff from him instead.

Her heart fluttered in het chest, a large smile crossing her features

“I understand, Katsuki.” (Y/N) simply said, embracing her husband close to her and enjoyed the peaceful moments that followed. Two years ago, she didn’t expect to find herself here and married to the dragon that had quite rudely crashed through her house—hurting himself in the process.

For months, she nursed him back to health and somehow managed to love him in that time. Now, there they are, two years later and married. If (Y/N)’s younger self had a conversation with older (Y/N), she was sure that younger her would call her insane.

“I love you, dragon boy.” She said softly, her hand running through his spikey blond hair. Bakugo huffed and he laughed cockily.

“Who doesn’t love me?” A swift jab to the ribs made him cough and he nipped at her neck in retaliation. “Heh, I love you, tiny human.”

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julia-highstorms · 2 years

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Dead Meat (Eli x Kiera (F!MC))

Summary: Although Eli has been bitten by a drone, Kiera isn't ready to simply give up on him. She'll find a cure, she has to. Let's just hope that it isn't too late.

Author’s note: giving more depth to the events between Chapters 11 and 13, following Eli's point of view.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry Studios.

Rating: teen and older audiences (angst and violence)

Pairing: Eli Sipes x Kiera Tomoe (F!MC) - Wake the Dead Masterlist

Word count: +2.1K

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It all happened so fast.

One second, he was hurrying over the missing horse and, out of nowhere, a drone was over him, sinking its teeth into his neck, Eli crying in pain and in shock, horror taking over him.

"Aaargh!"

"NO!" - he heard Kiera's voice some feet away and, the next second, a crossbow bolt stabbed the drone's eyes, black blood spilling, as it released him with a shriek to crumple on the floor by his side.

Eli sat up, his hand immediately flying to his neck, his heart thumping inside his chest. The fabric of his scarf was torn and he felt something dripping down his pulsing neck.

Blood.

When he looked down, he noticed his clothes soaking in blood.

In his own blood.

"Are you okay? Are–" - Kiera's voice was much closer now, hurried footsteps approaching him.

Her voice died as his friends saw the gash on his neck.

"Oh no…" - Angel murmured, while Shannon covered her mouth with her hand.

Kiera dropped to her knees beside him, as if all her strength had left her body, her fingers gently brushing the scarf away from his wound to examine it closer.

He grimaced against her tentative touch, shoving her away. He suddenly felt weak as tiredness and numbness took over his body. He was panting.

He was dead meat.

"Eli…"

His unfocused brown eyes met hers.

"Kiera… you have to… rule number…" - he murmured out of breath.

But before she could reply, Troy crouched down between them, putting a gentle hand on the other man's shoulder.

"We need to get out of here. Whatever you're gonna say, we can say it a few miles down the road, alright? We have time."

Kiera looked like she was about to start crying, her lip quivering, but she nodded. With the help of Troy, they both managed to lift Eli onto her horse and she mounted behind him, her frame soft and warm against his back.

"Eli, I–"

"Always said… you'd be trouble…"

He was dead meat anyway.

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After what seemed like hours - but it could have been only for a few minutes, Eli was losing his perception of time -, the group judged that they were far enough from the amusement park and decided to make a quick stop to check if Eli would be able to endure the long way home to Olympus.

"Hnnn…"

As soon as he dismounted the horse - with the help of Troy and Angel - Eli pulled away from the rest of them, stumbling over to sit at the edge of the empty road. Just that bare movement made him breathe heavily.

Shannon frowned, kneeling beside him.

"Eli… at least let me bandage it."

"No point."

"Eli…" - Kiera called out for him, and the man felt a sudden rage getting over him.

"Stop. Just… stop. There's no time for this. Sledge knows about Olympus, she's probably headed there already." - and then, his angry scowl was replaced by his usual emotionless face, his voice firm, even though his body ached everywhere. - "You know what you have to do, so get it over with."

He never had any problem accepting death. After what happened to his family… he knew that there was a big possibility that his end would be just like that too.

Better be a dead man than a monster.

He was dead meat anyway.

But Troy and Angel didn't seem as ready as him to accept his fate.

"Okay, can we talk about this for two seconds?"

"We can't just kill him… it's Eli."

He turned to face their leader. Ever since what happened at the amusement park that evening, neither of them had time - or the courage - to look into each other's eyes. But now…

"Kiera… please, I'm dead meat already. Let me go out on my own terms."

Kiera could see the pain and plea in his brown eyes. Her heart shattered as memories from that evening came flooding her mind.

The longing and heated kisses they shared were the best thing that has ever happened to both of them. And then, just a couple of hours later, the worst thing that could happen, happened.

No. That couldn't be it. She wouldn't lose him too. She wouldn't give up on him. If she lost him too…

"That's the problem, Kiera. If we get close… if I lose you too… I don't think I'd survive it."

Eli's words repeated in Kiera's mind, his pained frown and low but desperate voice stained into her brain.

No. There had to be something… anything to save him.

She had to do it.

She had to.

Her mind started racing then, focusing on Eli's words: dead meat. She had heard those same words earlier that night…. When was it? Was it a Raider–

And then, she remembered something. She turned to the scientist.

"Shannon… could that Raider have been telling the truth? Is it possible to survive a zombie bite?"

"There are recorded cases of people fighting off the infection. But they are so rare–"

"How rare, exactly?" - Troy interrupted her.

"It's hard to know without a proper study, but… somewhere between one and five percent."

It's practically nothing, thought Eli. We can't take the risk, it isn't worth it.

He was dead meat anyway.

"That might as well be zero, you can't–"

"But that Raider said Sledge dosed them with something!" - Angel's face illuminated with hope.

"So the Raiders might have some kind of medicine that increases the odds of survival?" - their leader asked with a straight expression on her face, hiding all emotions she was feeling.

Eli saw Shannon chewing on her lower lip nervously, uncertainty in her eyes.

"I… I don't know. It's certainly possible."

"Good enough."

Kiera suddenly bent down beside him and threw his arm over her shoulders.

"You can't… what if you're wrong?" - he asked, his voice weak, as she hauled him back to his feet.

He was dead meat anyway.

"Then I'll find another way to save you." - Kiera stated.

She had to.

"What if there's no other–"

"Look, tough guy, I'm not giving up on you until your face starts rotting off. So until then, shut it."

Eli's jaw clenched tight, but he didn't argue with her again this time. He still thought it was useless, but Kiera was their leader and he was loyal like that.

He didn't want to get his hopes high and especially hers, but if she wanted to do it… He knew her well enough by now to be fully aware of how stubborn Kiera Tomoe could be and there was no way of convincing her to change her mind.

He was dead meat anyway.

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A little while later, when they finally arrived back at Olympus, Dirk heard the same words coming out of her mouth, her angry demeanor on her face. Kiera was determined to save him at all costs.

Dirk reluctantly agreed on keeping Eli and ordered Mack to supervise him all times. Shannon led them - Troy helping him and Mack following right behind - to the lab, where she took samples of him. After that, she set Eli in the room next door and cleaned out his wound, before going back to the lab to analyze everything.

Mack helped him to rest more comfortably on the bed. Eli felt exhausted and tiredness started taking over him…

He was dead meat anyway.

A sudden heavy rumble came from outside, startling him awake. With much difficulty, he got out of the bed and saw through the window, across the lawn, a fleet of spiked and armored vehicles turned to the Olympus front gate.

The Raiders were here.

A low curse escaped his lips and he stumbled out of the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" - Mack asked, blocking his path. Eli dodged him. - "Hey, you have to rest!"

Eli suddenly turned around, his face tight in pain.

"I am not resting. I have to try stopping her from this suicide mission, before it's too late."

The young man reluctantly agreed and Eli stumbled down the hill, some people outside already, including Kiera and the others.

"She'll just kill you." - Angel tried to reason with her, but it was useless.

"We don't have another choice. If more than one of us goes out, she'll think it's a trap. I'm the one she wants."

She had to.

"Kiera, you can't do this."

The group turned to him in shock as they heard his voice.

"Mack! You're supposed to keep him inside!" - Dirk shouted.

"I tried! He was very insistent!"

Eli stopped in front of Kiera. She frowned.

"Eli, you heard what Hatchet said. We need to know if the Raiders really have medicine that can help you."

"It's not worth the risk."

He was dead meat anyway.

"I'll decide that."

She had to.

But before he could protest any further, she took a deep breath and hugged Troy, Shannon and Angel goodbye. All of them filled with emotion, worried that they would never see Kiera again.

She finally turned to say her goodbye to him.

Eli looked exhausted and sad.

"Kiera, you can't do this–"

He was dead meat anyway.

"We aren't discussing this, Eli. I am going there."

She had to.

"If this doesn't work… Olympus will have lost two of its best fighters." - his frown deepened.

"And if it does work, when we won't lose anyone." - she said, her face serious, her voice firm.

His face suddenly twisted with rage and sorrow.

"I don't want to be responsible for your death, Kiera."

He was dead meat anyway.

"And I don't want to lose someone important to me again!"

She had to.

They stared each other down in silence until her expression softened and she stepped closer, taking his hand in hers.

"You told me today… at the ferris wheel… remember? That if you lose me…" - his mind started racing, those words he told her that evening coming back like a hurricane.

"If I lose you too… I don't think I'd survive it."

"Kiera…" - her thumb drew circles on the back of his hand, in a comforting movement.

"You know me, Eli. If it was Angel, Shannon, Troy, it doesn't matter, I would fight to find a cure for anyone in our colony. You know it. But, of all people, it's you. I'm not fighting only for you, but for my own survival too." - a sad smile spread on her face and she cupped his face gently, her hand soft. - "I can't lose you, Eli. And I won't."

She had to.

So she felt the same way as him. A tug of worry surged on Eli's mind. When did they become so… dependable on each other?

That certainly wouldn't help either of them to survive, if they relied on each other so strongly.

He was dead meat anyway.

"Dammit, Kiera…"

"This is my choice, Eli. You can't stop me."

She had to.

Feeling hopeless and taken over by emotions, he suddenly slid his hand around the back of her neck and, to everyone's surprise, drew the woman into a fierce kiss, both of them reliving each other's taste and the passionate kisses they shared that evening.

But too soon, he tore himself away from her and limped back toward the lodge, not caring about the others' amused glances, feeling too uneasy to watch Kiera entering in any of the Raider's vehicles.

It was a suicide mission.

He was dead meat anyway.

…But she had to.

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As soon as he was back into the bedroom Shannon set him, Eli passed away.

He had terrible nightmares, his mind hallucinating, cold sweat all over his body.

On the next day, he was feeling as exhausted as if he had not slept, the scientist checking on him from time to time and taking more samples for research.

Eli felt as numbness gradually took over him, trapping him into the bed, too tired to move.

He was dead meat anyway.

He wasn't sure of what was real or just his imagination anymore, and had lost track of time. It could have been just a few minutes, or a whole day. He didn't know how long he had been there, staring into an invisible spot on the wall. It was hard to breathe and he groaned in pain.

He was dead meat anyway.

At some point, he heard a knock on the door and Kiera materialized in front of him. She looked exhausted too.

She gently sat down on the edge of the bed, next to him, her hand finding his.

"Eli, hold on for me." - the young woman rested her forehead against his, drenched in sweat. He had a fever. - "We've got so much still waiting for us…"

"Kiera…" - he managed to murmur her name.

He faintly heard a low pop.

"Here goes."

She jabbed something sharp into his thigh, right through his pants. Everything became silent, except for Eli's heavy breathing.

And then, disaster happened.

He was dead meat anyway.

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Accidentally Hitting Them in the Balls | Hinata, Kuroo

Pairirngs: Hinata X Reader (gender neutral), and Kuroo X Reader (gender neutral) ft. Nekoma

Genre: hopefully funny, crack?

Author’s Note: *posts that im taking a break from posting... One day later: here i am. Inspired by Unus Annus: Nutball momento mori, friends

Accidentally Hitting Them in the Balls | Bokuto, Oikawa

Hinata:

The two of you were sat on his bed, lazing away, watching one piece

Hinata sat up with his back leaned back on the wall while you laid on your side, your head and most of your torso over his lap on his pillow

He rest his hand on your side while the two of you were amazed with the new episode

As the episode came to an end, the two of you talked about the episode and the entirety of the entire one piece world, how crazy about how long it was going

The conversation went from the talk of anime to food to volleyball and so many more, the possibilities were always endless

Hinata readjusted his seating, leaning forward, accidentally pressing your side

You let out a loud yelp, squirming harshly, laughing

“Oooh, Y/N are you… ticklish??” He seized your sides, tickling your rapidly as you burst into a fit of laughter and giggles

You tried to push him off, your body spastically turning side to side in his lap, trying to take a hold of his wrists

“S-Shoyo, s-stop,” you wheezed only making Hinata beam even brighter

You turned harshly toward him, your arms bent

You heard a loud yell from Hinata and his tickling ceased

“W-what happened?” You sat up and wiped away the tears that gathered, catching your breath from all the laughter

“I can’t have kids,” he peeped, his voice significantly higher than before as you broke into laughter again

“I’m so sorry,” you laughed, the sound of your voice fading into nothing, just clicking noises as you laughed, barely breathing

“But that’s what you get for tickling me,” you poked, the burn of guilt going through your body seeing him look up at you with a pout

“Zoro wouldn’t struggle like this,” you puffed, purposely bringing up his favorite one piece character

“Eye-“ he coughed

“Leave me to die, then, tell Natsu… I love her…”

“And me?” You asked, tilting your head as he laid on his stomach, half his face pressed into his bed

He dramatically choked on his air and then let out a dying breath, not giving you a response

“Hey!” You chopped his back, giving him ptsd since you chopped him right where Kageyama would kick him

“Gah-“

Kuroo:

The sound of the various meats and kabobs grilled by the managers parents and coaches were covered by the sound of the electric air pump pumping up the bubble battle balls

Giant inflatable bubbles where your body would slip into the little tube opening so others wearing the bubble could bump into each other

But tonight, in celebration of the season ending, these were bought for the whole team and extras to play some fun games

The parents and families of the nekoma pitched in, buying various meats and foods for a grand feast for everyone to enjoy themselves

“Alright, in ya go.” Kuroo laughed as he shoved the ball over your body, pushing you right over and rolling down the hill to the field

Lev and Yaku were already bouncing along with others in the inflatables, bumping into each other, a few curses yelled to Lev as the taller one purposefully bumped into him, knocking the libero over

But his revenge was soon avenged by you as you rolled into him, knocking him over from behind like a bowling ball

In a short time, everyone, including you, were standing on the field to play what Kenma suggested called “last one standing” with the goal being for a single player to be the last one standing

Even though he didn’t play himself

You were absolutely not going to get in the way of all the guys of the team and stood to the side, avoiding everyone, especially kuroo

He was like a mad man, determined to win

The team went down by their captain’s great force, laughter erupting into the golden sky of the sun setting beyond the trees

Over time, you somehow even managed to be the last one with Kuroo but he purposefully done this to actually give you a chance

The others watched from the sides, some still in their bubbles, laughing about what had happened

Lev traumatized by being tackles by both yaku and kuroo at the same time, sending him almost toppling out of his own bubble

You just stood there in the clear bubble, trying to doge kuroo and his numerous attempts to knock you down

You ran around on the field, trying to get away but made the mistake of turning around to find him already charging toward you

He jumped into the air, bumping into your ball, sending you to the ground protected by the bubble

You slid out of it laughing but somehow found Kuroo on the ground in his tube, his legs curled as he howled in his bubble as everyone else was on the ground on the side, laughing their asses off, gasping for air and wiping their tears away

“Tetsu, what happened?” You laughed, pushing the tube off of him

“You kicked me right in my balls,” he breathed, his voice barely audible

He turned onto his face, groaning loudly at the pain he was in, tears falling from his eyes and his face all red

He won the game, but at what cost

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