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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 8 days

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Five: An Uneasy Peace

The armistice between you helps your shelter materialize, but is it enough when an unexpected rainstorm nearly floods the beach before it's finished?

CHAPTER WARNINGS: some peril, I guess

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Summer was reaching a peak in the Southern Hemisphere. The next day, as you began the construction of the shelter, the air was so humid every step was like wading through a pool, and every breath felt like it stuck to the back of your nose if you inhaled too deeply. You were sweating before Loki even awoke.

The first thing you did was find two large rocks, one heavy and blunt, the other at least beginning to show an eroded point. For hours, you beat away at it like a caveman, only to yield very little results. The rock was way too hard to fashion into a tool without hacking away tirelessly for days. This was going to be a dead end.

You looked over your shoulder, where you noticed that Loki was finally awake and out of sight. Probably luxuriating at the lagoon again. What a lazy bum!

However, as your frustration began to take an audible form by way of grunts and curse words, Loki came up behind you, watching with snide satisfaction as you lost your battle against the stone.

“I have a secret for you,” he said quietly.

“Not interested,” you immediately snapped.

“Very well!” he said simply, chucking something onto the ground beside you and backing up. “You’re the one who turned it down!”

It was a bamboo pole, freshly and perfectly sliced on both ends.

“Dammit! Wait, Loki!” you called, leaping to your feet and following him close to the shoreline.

“You said you weren’t interested!” he joked, kicking at the waves lapping by his feet.

“No, fuck! Please tell me!” you said, the desperation and exhaustion in your shouts were enough to move his heart to give you another chance.

“I did that in about twenty seconds,” Loki said, indicating the pole he’d left on the beach. “I used some magic that I learned about years ago but had nearly forgotten.”

“A spell?” you asked warily.

Loki nodded. “Seidr is illusion magic, typically not for battle. My mother thought with my particular potential, I would be able to manage a few simpler, physical spells in addition to my inborn talent, including a basic cutting charm. Something I haven’t done in centuries, of course, not when I have my beautiful, graceful daggers instead. Besides, it isn’t very strong…it likely couldn’t cut more than a carrot, and the cuts are shallow and short. I never practiced it because it never impressed me. These stalks are easier because they are hollow within.”

You sighed, realizing the error of your ways yesterday on the lagoon. “You really didn’t use a rock.”

Loki smiled and shook his head. “How does the humble cake taste?”

“It’s humble pie, Loki,” you said, unable to hide that the corner of your lips turned up in amusement. “And…ugh…I guess I owe it to you to at least say that I’m…”

Loki’s grin turned darker, like a villain about to declare checkmate. “Go on.”

The words felt like a nasty chunk of old cheese crumbling between your tongue and palate. “I’m sorry, Loki. I should have believed you.”

Even though I had every reason not to…

“You had every reason not to,” Loki admitted. “I enjoy watching you squirm, Chickadee.”

You rolled your eyes. “So…will you help me build this stupid thing or what?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Will it be big enough for two?” he prompted.

Sighing, you knew you were backed into a corner on this one. “So long as you keep your pants on while inside. I’m not one of your girls who fawns over you. I don’t want to get too close to your little scepter.”

“Very well, I suppose I can concede on that one term,” he acquiesced, setting your mind at least partially at ease.

Of course, Loki couldn’t just leave it at that. “Unless, of course, you ask for me to remove them.”

Instead of blowing up at him once again, you sucked your breath in, restraining yourself well. “Loki, the day will never come. Get used to disappointment.”

“Already am, Chicka--”

“--stop calling me that,” you said grumpily. “We have a shelter to build!”

After the temporary armistice was agreed upon, at least for the sake of the shelter, you ate a mango while Loki stoked his green fire, deciding to strategize over breakfast. You had to admit, the emerald flame was quite pretty, the simmering embers beneath even more exquisite.

“Is all seidr magic green?” you asked out of curiosity.

Loki perked up. He clearly liked talking about the old ways of Asgard. You figured the more you got him talking about it, the less time between words he’d have to make you miserable with more quips and cheap shots.

“Not at all, in fact colored magic is quite rare,” he explained.

“I imagine it makes you feel important, then,” you replied. “To have green magic.”

He shrugged with a neutral sigh. “Actually, the only thing that affects coloring is the manner of the spell and the kind of magic it uses. If I was a standard warlock, it would be gold or white like everyone else’s, and the fire would have a natural color.”

“I see.”

Loki put the smallest of his clay pots onto the bamboo grate, letting the water within begin to steam to a boil. “We’ll need a lot of drinking water if we plan to work in this humidity all afternoon.”

While you gracelessly picked the fibers of mango pulp from between your teeth (it was already getting to be unbearable not being near a roll of toilet paper or a toothbrush!), you set the shared goal of having the poles set around the tree by noon, and have two of the four sides of the floor tied together by dusk.

“I’ll give you one thing, Chickadee,” Loki said as he began to head toward the grove of bamboo, “wrapping it around a tree is a good idea, at least for now. Added support to prevent collapse, yes?”

While he cut stalks, you began gathering vines. You knew you’d need many of them, and after a while, you imagined your crop would run out. Luckily, they were very strong and fibrous, like thick woven rope. Some were stubborn, and you had to put all of your body weight into pulling them down from above. One was so difficult to harvest that you began swinging on it, both frustrated and amused. You even giggled for a moment.

Loki took intermittent glances down the beach at you, and when he saw you playing around on the vine, he couldn’t help but chuckle. She’s pretty when she’s not scowling like a school mistress.

Loki cut the bamboo at an angle on one end, creating a point that was easily injected into the sand. He’d cut the thickest ones for the support poles, they were consistently about 10 inches in diameter. His superior strength didn’t require your help in setting them.

You worked in silence for a while, the tension clearly not gone as you’d hoped when you suggested the temporary truce.

“So…what’s your favorite animal to turn into?” you asked.

He waited a moment before answering you. “Would you believe me if I said I don’t particularly like doing so at all?”

“Really?” You would have thought that would have been among Loki’s favorite powers. “You can sneak up on anyone you want, you can fly around like a bird or swim on the bottom of the ocean!”

“It’s painful,” he explained. “Magic isn’t just sprinkles and sparkles. Physical changes to the body cause physical pain. The further away a creature is from myself on the evolutionary scale, the more painful it becomes. I did it more as a child. When one is young and silly, they can always take more of it than after they grow up.”

“Is that so?” you asked with disbelief.

“You saw me briefly become a chimp the other day to gather fruit. It felt like pins and needles through my skin and veins. Were I to choose the form of a whale, or a bird, you’d likely hear me scream in anguish as I turned.”

“What about when you split yourself in half? You do that frequently to mess with me back home.” Your mind flashed back to the many times Loki would place a projection just outside the bathroom to await your exit, or having one streak naked around the conference room, just waiting for you to come in.

“That is not physically splitting my body,” he mentioned, “that is a projection, Physical objects fall right through them, and you would not feel anything if you reached out to touch it. I cannot manipulate matter as a projection either.”

“Oh.”

Something on the shore caught your eye. Something foreign. “Oh my god, it can’t be another body…”

“What?” Loki’s head flipped around. “There was no one else on the jet with us, it can’t be.”

“We should call this place Death Island!” you moaned. “I don't want to waste more vines on another--”

“--it’s a container,” said Loki, getting up for a closer look.

“From the wreck?” you asked.

Loki quickly fetched the floating box and dragged it up to the tree. He was able to use his chopping spell to jimmy it open. By the time you caught up to him, he’d opened it and was examining the contents: what looked like an overstuffed backpack, a waterlogged flare gun that would be of no use to you, and what appeared to be an emergency radio, also dampened beyond use.

“FUCK!” you cursed. “This was the emergency kit from the quinjet. That radio and gun would’ve gotten us out of here!”

“What’s this?” Loki took the heavy knapsack.

“A parachute, I think,” you murmured. “Would’ve been more useful three days ago. Nothing else in there?”

“No,” Loki said. “But if this is a large white cloth,” he said, thinking out loud and pointing to the bag, “We absolutely can use this!”

Your mouth fell open. “An overhang for the shelter!”

Smiling, Loki nodded. “I always knew you were smarter than you looked.”

Ignoring the backhanded compliment, you went back to tying the floorboards while Loki freed the silk parachute and unfolded it to determine its size. He reported back after a few minutes. “I think we can wrap it around the tree and tie it off to the railings once we construct them, don't you?” It will go all the way around the circumference with leftovers.”

You got another idea, looking down woefully at your disheveled appearance. Your silky cami was stained and yellowed, grimy, with a torn right strap. The navy skirt was also tattered at the hem, and the fabric was thick enough to become uncomfortable in the heat of the day. The only thing that kept you from ripping the bottom half off was Loki’s inevitable attention to it.

“Loki? Do you think there would be enough for me to make something else to wear?” you asked modestly. “Like, a shorter--?” You stopped yourself, not wanting to tempt Loki to make a remark that would throw off the uneasy peace you’d adopted.

You expect a snide comment anyway, or perhaps an unwelcome wink, but all Loki did was nod and look down at his own appearance. “Regrettably, heavy winter denim is proving most uncomfortable in this climate. I think that might be a good idea.”

“Wow.”

“What is it?” Loki asked, surprised by your widened eyes.

“Say that again.”

“That again.”

You resisted the urge to groan. “I mean, the part where you admitted that I had a good idea. I need to capture this moment for posterity!” This made him laugh, and the sound of a genuine chortle from Loki was oddly agreeable on your ears.

Loki used his cutting spell to slice away two panels of the parachute, giving one to you and keeping another for himself. You’d fashion some kind of sundress later. The shelter was more important. Loki, however, wasted little time ducking behind a tree trunk to remove his jeans and tie a kilt-like garment around his hips. Once he emerged, he went back to his work as if nothing had changed about his looks.

You stifled a laugh. It looked like a lacy skirt. Combining that with the bare chest and frizzing hair, Loki was a sight to behold.

You both were relatively quiet and focused on building as the day wore on, so it was almost too late when you finally looked up and realized that the sky out over the western horizon was casting over with threatening, black clouds. The second thing you noticed was that the temperature was dropping, but the humidity was only going up. The wind was just starting to whisper above its normal, casual breeze.

It was the increased sea spray that hit your face that finally drew your attention away from your work. “Uh, Loki?” you asked with uncertainty, pointing out the change in weather.

He looked woefully at the lack of progress you’d made. All eight poles were wrapped around the tree, but only one of the floor panels was finished. The other had a frame and two bamboo stalks tied onto it with vine.

You were looking out at sea, and at the shoreline, which was already starting to creep inward. The waves were beginning to get choppy and irregular.

“We need to abandon the plans and go inland until it passes,” Loki declared.

You shook your head. “No, no, we worked all day on this! The beach won’t completely flood, not this high up!”

“Don’t count on it! Come on before it starts!” Loki raised his voice, looking concerned. “Even if this isn’t a typhoon, any storm could wash us out to sea!”

“Maybe we have time to stash the materials!?” you shouted as the wind finally began picking up. You quickly began trying to lift the completed floorboard by yourself. “Help me!”

A strong, bright bolt of lightning struck a few hundred feet off shore, the crack that followed deafened you for several seconds. Your instinct sent you to your knees on the sand, ducking for cover.

“We don't have the time! Get to the lagoon!” Loki grabbed your wrist. You attempted to struggle against his grasp, but he was too strong. He dragged you into the trees with relative ease. After a few moments, he let go.

You immediately began to go back. Loki shouted, “Where the Norns are you going?”

“If the beach floods and we aren’t here, we’ll lose everything! The bamboo! The pots! The parachute!”

Loki rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “If the beach floods and we are here, we’ll lose our lives!”

You suddenly felt yourself being hoisted into the air and heaved over something lumpy. Loki had apparently found the nerve to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes so that he wouldn’t have to chase you back to the beach as the storm came in.

“Where are we going?” you shouted over the increasing wind. He didn’t answer. “Loki, put me the fuck down!”

“Only if you promise not to go back!” he insisted. “I mean it!”

“FINE! JUST PUT--!”

He acquiesced before you could protest further, and the two of you ran in the same direction.

Around you, branches and tumbleweeds began to whip up and block your way to the only natural shelter the island had to offer: the cove. More specifically, the cavern behind the falls. As the sky continued to darken, your visibility began to decrease. In the increasing danger of the inbound storm, you hadn’t noticed Loki take your hand. In turn, he hadn’t noticed that you’d accepted his hand without a fight.

Heavy plops of rain began to fall, they almost bore the weight of small hailstones as they began to hit the canopy, as well as the tops of your heads. The wind wasn’t yet strong enough to toss them around, but their size was soaking you quickly.

You moved around the pond once you found it again. By the falls, you dropped Loki’s hand, hoping he didn’t notice that you’d been touching him at all. If he did, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned to you and held out a hand, his face wearing a rare expression of complete earnestness.

“It’s not an easy passage to swim through,” he said, his voice raised against the wind. “Can you hold your breath?”

You nodded. “Yes!”

“Hold onto my fin…”

Before you could ask what the hell he meant by ‘fin,’ Loki sucked in a large breath and jumped feet-first into the water. The pool, which was normal crystal-clear, was too obscured by the gray clouds above reflecting their darker coloring. Thus, it surprised you enough to send you falling backward when Loki re-appeared as a breaching dolphin.

You smiled. “Show off.”

You weren’t afraid of going under water, so grabbing Loki’s dorsal fin and letting him swim you under the falls and through the tight cavern behind wasn’t much of a problem. After about thirty seconds of being dragged through black water, you surfaced in a large air pocket deep within the cliff. You couldn’t see anything until Loki resurfaced as an Asgardian Prince once more, and began filling both of his palms with green fire to illuminate the space.

“Hey how did you know this was here?” you asked.

Loki’s face looked vaguely threatening with the harsh shadows and flickering green light against his facial features. “I explored it the other day while you were having your annoying tantrum on the beach.”

You shrugged off his clear tone of disapproval. “Oh.”

“You seem to be coming around a bit,” Loki added softly, murmuring something under his breath and gently handing off his fire to a stalagmite, which remarkably remained ignited sitting on the rock. Upon seeing your surprised face, he mentioned, “Illusionary fire isn’t physical fire. Didn’t you notice the lack of kindling in our pit?”

He did a lap around the cavern, littering the walls with magic flames until the place was aglow in gentle, forest green. “Hopefully the storm won’t last. I don’t think it’s a typhoon.”

You couldn’t find a particularly comfortable spot among the rocks and stalagmites, so you sat by Loki around one of his hovering flames. You could hear the loud crashes of thunder from deep inside the cave. Whatever kind of storm this was, it surely wasn’t showing your half-baked shelter any mercy.

“Um….Loki?” you decided to break the awkward silence.

“Yes?”

You looked away from him and straight into the fire. “You said it hurts when you change into an animal.”

“Yes.”

“Why’d you do it just now? I can swim, you know.”

Loki sucked in his breath. “I didn’t want to waste time asking. The storm was coming in too quickly. Are you offended?”

You shook your head. “I just didn’t think you’d go through that just to…you know…give me some help.”

“Well, like it or not, I can’t exactly turn up without you. They’d assume the worst and likely send me back to Asgard to face something terrible.”

“Death?”

“No. There are worse things than a swift execution, believe me.”

“What would your father do to you?” you asked softly. “That’s worse than that?”

Loki bit his lip at the thought of what he narrowly avoided. “Eternal imprisonment in the dungeons. Nothing strikes at me more than losing my freedom, and Odin knows it.”

For the first time in your life, your heart went out to Loki, whose words were laced with sorrow. You’d grown up in the most typical family imaginable: a mom and dad, siblings, family reunions once a year where aunties pinched your cheek and cousins chased you around. You knew you’d been privileged in that aspect, but there was something in the way the memories seemed to break Loki’s hard shell that made you feel ashamed of it.

“Maybe you’ll find a family here some day,” you said gently. For some reason, your sincerity caught Loki off-guard. He actually smiled in gratitude at your kindness.

“Thank you, but I think I’m better off alone,” Loki said with defiance.

You decided that you didn’t need anymore of the downer energy. “I’m going to try to sleep.”

Loki sat up all night as you got small intervals of rest throughout, his massive shadow cast by the green light flickering above you on the wall.

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xiaoscarasimp · 4 months

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Smol Bit of Cat boi Smut 5

I'm not dead I swear I've just been writing other things on Ao3

Back at it again the gender bend arc so warnings this time include AMAB bodied reader/AFAB Scara/Lyney because gender bend, 3somes, attempt at writing lesbian sex and who can forget out fave SiZe KiNk

Smut MDNI

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Despite the black out curtains, sunlight still managed to seep its way into the bed. Still half asleep, you find the two huge, warm pillows to your left and hide your face from the heinous light. When that fails, you find the much smaller pillows to your right side, and curl into them, despite the fact they were smaller. Only problem now is the fact your tail wouldn't stop thrashing around the pillows’ cores and a faint groaning could be heard from your left side.

Why are these pillows so loud? You muse hazily, half asleep.

You felt something wet and hard between your legs, and wondered if it was your darling cat boy trying to initiate morning sex again. Only problem this time was the fact that it felt more attached to you than normal; almost like you could feel every twinge and tickle it felt. You roll over to the bigger set of pillows and find something akin to a lollipop and start sucking on it, your hips grinding with every suck.

“W-worst candy ever,” you basically purr, voice heavy with sleep. As you fall back asleep with the candy in your mouth, you end up biting a little too hard, fangs causing the candy to leak out a sweet but bitter liquid. A grunt could be heard when you bit down, but you just snuggle right up to the warm pillows with candy.

There’s a throbbing in your core that is attempting to wake you up even more now than ever. You reach down and absent mindedly scratch your groin when you realize the usual folds weren’t there anymore. Sitting straight up like a zombie arising from a coffin, you realize that you were somehow only a bit more than half your size, still had cat ears and tail, and now fangs, and to make it all the more shocking: your breasts and pussy have disappeared, replaced by a wash board of a chest and a cock between your legs.

Trying to stifle a scream, you notice a relatively huge cat girl with long blue hair with purple highlights draped over her shoulders and chest, and a fair face with smudges of red eyeliner. You couldn't help but stare in awe at her beauty, skin glowing and mouth half open while she slept. Her hands were curled up like a cat's paw, nails long and shiny, not unlike your own cat boy. How lucky were you to bed this amazing looking woman. That is, if you managed to score last night.

To your other side, there is a cat girl with medium length blonde hair that strikes a shocking resemblance to Lyney’s sister, Lynette. She is snoring happily, mumbling something about magic shows and “don’t let the birds escape.” She was decently sized compared to you, however still rather small compared to the purple haired cat girl on your other side.

“Wh-who are you girls?” You timidly ask. “A-and why do I have…uh…you know…” You for some reason expect the blonde to have an answer before the bluenette. You have a sneaking suspicion who they are, but you want to double check before jumping to conclusions.

The blonde cat girl wakes up first, looks down at her chest, then down at your crotch, then to your head. She then proceeds to have a panic stricken look on her face, lilac eyes wide with confusion and a bit of mischief.

“Aha,” she held one finger up like she had a revelation. “I might have cast a spell before I fell asleep last night.”

“W-wait…Lyney?!” you scream softly. “And God dammit stop casting bull shit magic, for fuck's sake. Scara's gonna be pissed.”

Lyney chuckles weakly, rubbing his hand behind his head; he knew that he had messed up, but seeing a massive cat girl in his bed along with having his very own set of tits and a vagina made him quite curious. He mentions maybe using the gender swap to learn how to pleasure each other better under his breath, but you couldn't be sure.

The blonde then reaches his hands down towards your morning wood and rubs the tip between his fingers, a moan spilling forth from your lips. Your body felt like it had an electric current running through it, tingling down your spine. It wasn’t as powerful as with your original parts, but this was nice in its own little way.

“A mon cheri, who knew that you could make such beautiful moans as a man,” Lyney teases you.

In revenge, you allow your hands to wander down to his folds, stimulating his sensitive bud as only you knew how: gently but passionately. Rubbing circles around and applying pressure, you knew it wouldn’t take him long to cum. You insert your fingers in him, with the other hand, him gasping at the sensation. Lyney starts grinding on your hand, desperate for even more relief. When you can sense him almost getting there, you rip your fingers out from his needy hole.

“If you want some more, you have to pleasure me first,” You reach up to whisper in his ear, tail wrapping around his wrist. He was still quite a bit bigger than you, but he didn't resist you using your tail to keep him in his place. Climbing on top of him, you start to kiss him while your small arms have issues reaching his folds.

An idea popped in your head: shrink him and mess with him even more. You quickly make work of stimulating his clit, the little nub twitching under your fingers. You lean down to explore his folds, admiring the enlarged clit to the way the slick made every glisten. Giving the bud a lick and little nibble, you feel it tense up before finally releasing all over your face.

Since you were the one in control, he started shrinking faster than normal, and at this point was about the same size as you were when you woke up. You use this chance to grow to be about three quarters of your original height;the still unconscious cat girl is no longer as formidable as she once seemed. Towering over Lyney, grab his tiny body and place it on top of yours, dick between his ass cheeks. You prop him up and tease his over stimulated clit and folds with your weeping cock, savoring the juice that had flowed out earlier. Gently shoving your cock in, Lyney moans and gasps, clearly still over stimulated from earlier.

“Now I know why you guys crave this so much,” You say with a haze in your voice, ears flat with pleasure. “I-it’s like I’m home again.”

As you bottom out, you wrap your tail around his now even slimmer waist. You could see the definitive shape of your cock in his stomach, filling him up, kissing his womb, or might have even been in his womb at this point. Lyney moans and starts grinding himself down on your cock, desperate to make you cum, or at least make himself cum. Enjoying the sensation of his impossibly tight pussy for a few moments, you then decide to hold his hips in place, halting his grinding.

“ B-but y/n, why?!” Lyney exclaims, his tiny face flushed red with pleasure and lust. The shape of your cock was still firmly there, although not moving, head about half-way up his slim belly.

“I don’t pleasure bad magicians who keep messing up twice, Lyney,” You warn him. “The only reason why you would even get any type of pleasure is so I can watch you shrink away underneath me.”

“Y/n, are you ok? You’re acting a bit weird,” Lyney says nervously, eyes darting over to the purple haired cat girl who still hasn’t woken up despite all the chaos. He honestly was starting to feel a little scare, panic flashing through his eyes.

“Oh, no, I’m fine. I’m just about to live out a fantasy.”

Quickly, you position yourself to be able to suckle on the purple catgirl’s(who you were pretty sure was Scaramouche) boobs again, only a tad disappointed that there would most likely be no milk. The girl was starting to stir, mumbling something about her- no his chest being so heavy.

“Good morning, Scara,” You greet him, Lyney still impaled on your cock.

He looks at you, then to Lyney on your cock, to Lyney’s pussy, eyes wide. The cat boy then looked down towards his own assets, huge tits blocking his view down and a wetness between his legs, eyes widening even more. Scaramouche gives his breasts a few squeezes, flicks and rubs the nipples just to ensure he's not dreaming and they are, in fact, real.

“L-lyney?” His voice is still groggy with sleep. “What the fuck did you do? And why are you guys already fucking first thing in the morning?”

“Ehe, well you see,” Lyney says, trying to keep his composure under the angry gaze of the cat girl god,despite being way smaller. Scaramouche’s eyes flare at the magician’s lack of composure. He debated choking the poor cat girl still balls deep on your cock, but decided on something a little funnier.

He starts kissing you and massaging your chest. Despite no longer having any breasts, it was still surprising how sensitive you still were; not sensitive enough to cum just from this, but the cat girl still on your dick made the sensations even better. You thrust your hips up into him, his breasts bouncing in rhythm. Hearing him moan stimulates you even further, cock twitching inside of him. If you weren't careful, you'd end up spilling inside of him and shrinking yourself. Scaramouche's large tongue lap at your chest, before he sticks one finger in his mouth and prods your back side with it, before signaling where he wants you.

You attempt to stand up with the shrunken cat boy on your cock before falling back down straight into the wet finger. Scaramouche smirks, immediately finding the sensitive bean in your back end. It was almost like he had done this his whole life. Scaramouche moves his fingers back and forth, sending even more shivers up your spine, the bean vibrating under his fingers.

Before you knew it, you spilled inside Lyney, who started growing, smirking on his face. You keep a reminder in the back of your head to not let him get too big, since it was his fault you were in this position to begin with. Once you two were about the same size, Scaramouche easily flips you to face him, then climbs on top of you two, squishing Lyney in the middle. Lyney’s nipples were rubbing against your own, sending electric shocks down your spine, his tail rubbing against Scaramouche’s own buds.

“Want to reenact that one scene from that trashy anime that you forced me to watch the other day?” Scaramouche breathes in your sensitive ears. Thinking back to which scene he was talking about, you realize that he was going to have to shrink by quite a bit. He towers over you at this point, about double your current height. You start smirking, amused by the idea of eating him out, or better yet, you and Lyney double teaming him to make him cum over and over again, whittling him away as you do.

You nod, excited to actually eat a girl, or in this case-a cat boy in a cat girl’s body, out. Lyney looks at you confused, but you promise him that it’s going to be fun, but you guys were going to have to make the other cat boy cum at least once.

First, you pull Lyney off of your cock to better initiate the plan. You two both then use your combined strength to push Scaramouche backwards onto his back. Lyney started suckling on his nipples while you went straight for the clit. The sensitive bud was already pocking its cute little head out, awaiting for you to lick it. As you licked his clit, you feel his walls start to clench, grabbing at something that should have been there that wasn’t. You briefly consider sticking your dick in him, but you needed him to cum first, not you.

“Ahhn,” Scaramouche moans, clearly already overstimulated. “M-More. I need more p-ple-” he covers his mouth in embarrassment. You smirk into his cunt; you’d never thought that you would ever hear the word “please” attempt to slip past his lips.

“What was that, Scara?” Lyney teases him through a mouth full of nipple, Scaramouche was not lacking in the top real estate, making getting his tiny mouth around the nipple a bit of a struggle. His tail flicks in amusement at the cat boy’s purring and sudden submissiveness. “Maybe the gender swap was a good thing after all, my dear. Shows off your true submissive nature.”

“I-I am NOT submissive, you damn tw-twink~!” You tease his clit a little more and insert two fingers into his needy pussy while they are bickering. His reaction was a bit more than you could have ever anticipated and you quite frankly wanted to do it again.

You insert another finger into his hole, causing him to shift up onto the bed as if to almost try to escape the sudden intrusion, but his body kept telling him to shift back down. You can tell that he’s almost close to cumming, and to expedite the process, you sit up and decide to remove your fingers from his needy hole and replace them with your own cock instead. You catch Lyney’s eye and he starts sucking and biting on Scaramouche’s breast even harder, the latter catboy’s moaning could be heard from the heavens. Who knew that he could make noises like that? Maybe you’d have to turn him into a girl again some day; his girlish moans were something to be savored.

“Y/n! Lyney~!” He’s practically screaming in pleasure at this point. “I-I’m…I’m gonna c-c-um.” Poor cat boy was barely making coherent sentences at this point, although that was not good enough for you. You feel his wall start to take a choke hold on your cock, but right before he could cum, you pull your small dick out, staring up at him, smirking. He hisses at the sudden loss of warmth in his hole; he craved being filled up from the deepest pits of his hole.

Seeing his huge eyes watering from denial struck a chord in your heart and you decide to give the poor cat boy his release by sticking your dick back in him. To expedite the process, you use your tiny hands to stimulate the clit a little bit more because he squirted all over your hands. Curious to what it tasted like you taste a taste while the cat boy is shrinking on your growing cock.

The shrinking stopped and you and he were about the same size with Lyney being smaller than both of you. You pick him up with ease and place him on your cock as you lie back and motion Scaramouche to sit on your face. Scaramouche was sizing up Lyney, looking at his perfect lips and lilac eyes before kissing him passionately, larger mouth almost swallowing his lips whole. Lyney moans in Scaramouche’s mouth, vibrations turning him on to the point of almost cumming from the kissing alone. His tail wraps itself around Lyney’s slim wrist while his hands cupped his face to bring him closer.

Thrusting into Lyney makes the experience all the better for both of you, cock just barely visible in his stomach. Scaramouche's folds on your face were also tempting, but you allow him some time to recover from his last powerful orgasm, although if his clenching pussy suggested anything, it was that it wanted more. You stick your tongue in his folds and moan into his cunt, very much like he has done to you many, many times.

The two catboys continue making out through all their stimulation from below, rocking back and forth as they do, both about to cum on your cock and face. Scaramouche starts playing with Lyney’s chest, pinching the nipples harshly, twisting and pulling at them while he continues making out with the slightly smaller cat boy. The bluenette bites Lyney’s lip, drawing blood, causing him recoil in pain, though his movement was limited due to still being impaled on your cock. The sudden jerk makes Lyney’s gummy walls close in on you, wanting to squeeze you for every drop you were worth.

After not long of having both of them ride you, feel yourself spilling inside the smaller cat boy, whittling away underneath them as you do. Not long after the two of them rubbing their nipples together and making out cum on your cock and face, stopping you from getting too much smaller while the one impaled on your cock stays about the same size, Scaramouche shrinks to the point of now being shorter than Lyney. Lyney has a wicked grin on his face, and pushes the now smaller cat boy back on his back, using his bigger hands to stimulate his clit.

You deline any further activities, cock and mentally spent. Though you feel your dick start to harden while watching the two cat boys make out, the inclination to join them was not there.

Lyney sits on top of Scaramouche, cupping his face with one hand and the other reaching for his tiny clit. His hand is almost the size of his face, fingers delicately stroking his cheek. Scaramouche wears an almost indignant expression on his face, though some of the pleasure was seeping through; he always hated being short, especially compared to others. His eyes flutter, trying to resist orgasming but Lyney’s soft, delicate fingers are hard to resist. They move from playing with his clit to thrusting in and out of his needy hole, clenching harder and harder with each movement. He can only fit two fingers in Scaramouche’s tiny, tight pussy as he stretches it.

The sounds of your cat boy moaning send shivers down your spine, erecting your cock to half mast, despite being drained of everything. Your hands start to move towards your half hardened member and start touching it gently, stroking and playing with it. The boys look over and see your cock now starting to drip with pre cum, and Lyney starts kissing Scaramouche even harder now, eyes glancing back at you to watch your reactions.

Lyney’s fingers piston in and out of the tiny pussy before the raven haired cat boy reached climax and once Lyney’s fingers are shoved out of him, there is an audible pop, much like a balloon pop and you look down, and your member is gone. Your breasts have returned as well, and you look over to see the cat boys are their normal heights again, cock and balls and all,

“I swear to fuck Lyney,” Scaramouche seethes. “If you ever cast that shit ass magic again, I won’t partake in any more activities with you like this.”

“Aww,” Lyney playfully moaned. “But you were having so much fun, weren’t you, my dearest Scara, and y/n too. I bet you had always been curious as to what it’d be like to have a dick, didn’t you?” He winks at you.

Scaramouche had come to sit on your lap before you had even realized it, nuzzling the crook of your neck. You realize that he’s biting at your neck while falling asleep; this morning activities had really exhausted him. You nudge him gently, but the poor spent cat boy is already asleep. His tail was draped across your thigh, swishing contently. You motion to Lyney to start making breakfast so that you guys could hurry up and get home before Lyney’s family could return. Lyney nods, contemplating what to make before settling on scrambled eggs with cheese and some sausage and bacon, with a side of toast.

After he finished cooking, you and your cat boy were passed out on the bed and the room smelled of all the sex that had happened not even an hour before. He chuckles under his breath, knowing that the both of you would eventually want to try some of the size magic again, although it worried him if you tried it on your own without him. He was mostly worried for your Scaramouche and your somewhat sadistic urges, but that was a story for another time. First things first: gently wake the both of you up and eat a happy breakfast.

The smell of the bacon wakes you from your slumber. You hadn’t even realized you had passed out, resting your head on your cat boy’s. It was a miracle that his constantly flicking ears didn’t make you sneeze while you were asleep. The smell of the food also stirs Scaramouche from his slumber, his sensitive nose twitching. His mouth starts watering at the smell of the bacon and because Lyney’s was ever in tune with the both of you, he magics up a plate of the chewiest bacon he could muster before the cat boy’s face. Lyney also hands you your own plate stacked full of food.

Scaramouches' eyes widen at the sight before eventually digging in, offering some of the bacon to you. Jealous, Lyney puts some of the eggs on a fork and pokes your cheek with them, motioning you to open your mouth. As you did, you can feel your cat boy staring daggers at Lyney before he offers you some of his own eggs.

“Guys, I can feed myself. It’s not a competition; I have my own plate,” You say, flustered. While it was nice for them to want to feed you, you have your own plate. You also were not fond of how they made it a competition. Once you call them out on trying to over stuff you, they grumpily go back to eating their food.

Once everything was cleaned up, you and Scaramouche bid farewell. Well, you bid farewell, Scaramouche just sat there scowling. You chest was filled with anticipation: What kind of kinky adventures would the world bring you next time?

So I am looking for suggestions I hit severe writers block with this one. I will NOT write

Scat, Piss, gore/vore, etc. I reserve to the right to reject your suggestions if the make me uncomfortable

#genshin smut #lyney smut #scara #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #genshin #cat boy #fanfic #size kink

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gerryrigged · 1 year

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DickTim - Unrequited???

Me: (in the mood for Angst, attempting to dream up actually legitimately unrequited Dick -> Tim for maximum Dick pining and pain)

My DickTim brain: yeah sorry, you came to the wrong brain, I can’t muster up a scenario right now where Tim Drake is not on some level in love with Dick Grayson. Even if he’s like happily hitched to someone else, that just means he came to terms with it, not that it doesn’t exist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Me: fuck. Okay then, how about Amnesia!Tim? 😈 Can't love Dick if he doesn't even know his own name amirite mwahaha

My DickTim brain: omg but what if Tim takes in Dick’s beautiful, worried face, the panicked care with which he checks Tim over, and proceeds to fall in love with him all over again, possibly before learning his own name? 🥺💕

Me: 😍😍😍 - wait no, goddammit. Come on, keep in mind the goal here okay?

Me: hmm, how about… Hanahaki AU where Tim had to have his love for Dick surgically removed literal years ago?

My DickTim brain: you don’t even like Hanahaki AUs but ok. Tragic! 😩 How can we fix this problem? Dick is gutted he didn’t know about this, but sees signs of hope in Tim’s smile and the way their relationship has gradually been improving over the years since the low point that must have been the Hanahaki surgery. And he’s right for not giving up! Tim’s love for him re-grows like a stubborn weed.

My DickTim brain: Except not a weed because it’s not Hanahaki anymore because it’s requited. Hope this helps. 😌

Me: …you are the opposite of helpful.

Me: alright so what if Tim is still angry with Dick post-BruceQuest, so he's moved on and no longer has feelings for–

My DickTim brain: –I think you mean, Tim is angry with Dick post-BruceQuest and it’s complicated BECAUSE he still has feelings for–

Me: WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT

Me: ...Tim gets shot with a magical Opposite Ray, so there 😡

My DickTim brain: okay but that’s hilarious tho, like it becomes excruciatingly obvious how in love he normally is because of how suddenly cold and indifferent he is to Dick specifically. Dick Grayson who? And Dick doesn’t know why this drives him quite so up the wall, but he is in fact losing his mind having gone from #1 in Tim’s affections to dead last. When he’s not putting every scrap of energy into reversing the spell's effects, he’s stubbornly throwing himself against the icy wall of Tim’s apathy.

My DickTim brain: Everyone is like Dick. You know that’s useless, right? It’s magic. Stop hurting yourself for no reason. While Dick is like "that sounds like LOSER TALK to me - Tim, Timmy, Timbo, come train-surfing with me 🥺"

My DickTim brain: or alternatively, especially post-Red Robin, he's like, "No reason? Do you have any idea how unbearable this is for me? How much it reminds me of - no, no, I'm not going through this again. I've let Tim go before and I still don't know whether that was the right thing to do. But I've never given up on him before and I'm not starting now. We were doing so good - like hell am I letting some spell screw that up. TIM, hey, come train-surfing with me!"

My DickTim brain: meanwhile the other person is like, "Raven and Zatanna said the counterspell would be ready in less than a week, Dick PLEASE 😭"

Me: DAMMIT you’re so right 😔

#dicktim #timdick #dc #gerry words #I found some old notes attempting to brainstorm unrequited Dick -> Tim #you can see how successful that was lmfao

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juno-of-wonderland · 5 months

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HEHEHE MORE HEADCANNONS FOR SWAPPED AU but fluffy?

Naga - a mythical creature with the upper body of a human and lower body of a snake

Basklisk - (I CHOSE THE ONE I REMEMBER FROM THE OWL HOUSE DAMMIT) A shapeshifter like creature that eats magic

riddle rosehearts,

Naga - he studies in your coils and lets you lean over him menacingly.

Basklisk - he spars with you with new spells he learned. he also feeds you magic based foods, foods enchanted for reasons etc

leona kingscholar,

Naga - Damn snake, so cold how dare you. Now get over here so he can warm you up. (Is mad he can’t call you a herbivore)

Basklisk - (also mad he can’t call you a herbivore) OI! Taste this, it’s enchanted by his royal mage, dammit just eat it ! He doesn’t care

azul ashengrotto,

Naga - please scare away the debtors :( make them pay. They’re avoiding Floyd and Jade :(( (lie: he didn’t ask them)

Basklisk - YESSSSS HAHAHAHAHAHA HE CAN FEED YOU WITH ALLLLL THE MAGIC HE’S GOTTENN!!! MUWAHAHAHAHHA

Kamil Al-Aism,

Naga - SNAKW! HE LOOOVES SNAKES (we knnoowww) lets you stay all warm and toasty in scarabia and lots of custom blankets

Basklisk - yes. He is so normal Jamil must stop him from feeding you all his magic dammit-

vil schoenheit,

Naga - OUGH— how dare you not take care of your scales perfectly. He’s coming, and he’s bringing all the reptilian care. He’s here. Open the door he is fixing your ragged scales

Basklisk - he curses objects for you to eat and snack on. Some curses do take more magic (on purpose) so take care of him

idia shroud,

Naga - HE IS LINING YOUR SNAKE BODY WITH PILLOWS AND LAYING DOWN ON YOU WHILE GAMING YOU- CANNOT STOP HIM

Basklisk - hey… him too, (chapter 6 spoiler? But also not really) his hair uses magic to continue burning, since it runs on blot, so he must constantly have magic

malleus draconia.

Naga - Awww baby? Wanna sunbathe with him? He likes laying in the sun anyways! C’mon poor baby, nap time

Basklisk - he has so much magic he can constantly keep you fed, during lunch he’s being drained from his MASSIVE mana pool, while snuggling with you

man, if I were a basklisk and lived with Malleus, I don't think I even knew what hunger was, he's a dragon fae and one of the most powerful wizards in existence and has the bonuses of the other residents like naga…I think I would love to stay with everyone, it would be cool to see or play with Idia surrounded by pillows, slept in the sun of Savanaclaw and Scarabia, beauty treatment with Vil? yes, just that

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #alternate universe

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millylotus · 1 year

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TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNINGS : Kidnapping, Assault, Non-Consensual Touching, Mentions of Vomiting

The Corpse Groom

Corpse Bride AU

Warning: The corpse bride has always been weird about consent and all that. So this is too, b/c the premise is literally a kidnapping based on a misunderstanding. Duke and Danny won’t end up together for this one sorry.

They never end up getting together, just gonna say this again

This relationship isn’t sugary sweet, it’s rather toxic, and I don’t in anyway support relationships like this

Bruce is out of town and John Constantine is somehow now in charge of his two youngest children. While at a very old cemetery in Gotham for reasons, Duke and Damian decide to mess around in a game of pretend, John is not far behind keeping them in sight. Duke ends up doing this whole wedding vows speech and ends up slipping one of his rings onto a tree branch. While Damian is congratulating him on his performance the “branch” behind Duke moves.

John is quick to rush right for Duke, having felt a sudden wave of death. Damian immediately tries to move his brother out of the way. Duke who was bowing and facing away from the “branch” didn’t see anything yet.

Before anyone could do anything a soft easy voice said “I do.”

Cold rough hands grab Duke and drag him to the ground. Damian shoves the corpse off of him, John chucks a spell at it, knocking the corpse a few feet back.

Damian and Duke ran behind John, the three watched as the corpse. It wore a white barong, embroidered and embedded with jewels with black pants, the thing that stood out was the short white drop veil on its head covering its face. It was obviously once a beautiful outfit, but from the probable years buried with a body it was rather destroyed. The corpse had dead blue skin, its face gaunt and a few bones showing from decay, black hair falling heavy over their face.

It snaps its broken bones into place, and staggers to stand, keeping their eyes on Duke the whole time.

John raises his hands, ready for a fight, “Kids run.”

Duke and Damian are quick to bolt out of the area, behind them they can hear John holding back the corpse.

John is having a bit of trouble, the zombie surprisingly quick and avoids most of his spells. He preps a ward on the ground to chain the corpse in place. The tendrils wrap around the body and it grunts, and John thinks he might have caught it, but it digs its feet into the ground and destroys the bit of the wards closest to it and it runs past John towards the kids.

John swears before running after it, he’s far behind it though.

Damian and Duke have been running for awhile now. Damian was complaining about how Duke just had to say fucking wedding vows over the grave of dead groom. While Duke was trying to defend himself that he didn’t know god dammit, and that their other siblings had done so much worse in comparison.

The corpse catches up to them and tries to tackle Duke, Duke is able to dodge but just barely.

The brothers try to keep the corpse away when Damian notices that the corpse is targeting Duke. Damian tells him to just fucking run for it.

Damian’s able to hold it back for a bit, before they break through and start chasing Duke again.

Duke’s tired now, he’s been running for awhile now and the zombie is catching up. He’s on a bridge out of breath, legs shaking with adrenaline. The corpse walks up the bridge, Duke notices that it is humming a song quietly.

They take a step forward, he takes a step back. The corpse grabs Duke’s wrist swiftly, and Duke freezes in place.

The corpse smiles, lifting up Duke’s hand held in a tight clutch. Using they’re free hand it moved its veil out of their face showing surprisingly blue eyes, and spoke, “My love, the living realm is no place for a reception. The land of the dead is much better.”

They snap their fingers on their free hand. The ground opens up under the two, the corpse smiles and Duke screams as they fall to the underworld.

Damian and John stand panting not too far from the bridge, just having arrived and watched the two leave.

John swallowed, this wasn’t good this wasn’t good at all, “Damian, call your family and tell them what happened”

John walks up to the bridge to inspect the area affected.

Damian pulls out his phone, eyes burning, mind running with worry for his brother.

His hands were shaky as he called his father, “Baba… Something, something took Duke.”

Duke gets the whole musical performance that Victor did, he’s a bit more chill but also just in shock

So he just kinda let’s it all happen

The afterlife is like a mix between the ghost zone and the afterlife in The Corpse Bride

There are some dp character wandering around too just for funsies

Duke eventually gets away and ends up on the bench overlooking the city

Danny goes after him and brings up Cujo as a wedding gift, they get to talking and Duke eventually asks Danny why [just like why in general]

“How – Duke shifted – Why are you like this, what’s holding you back?”

Daniel sighed wistfully, staring down to the city of the dead, “It’s a sad story I think.”

“I’m willing to listen,” Duke reassured him with a smile.

Daniel nodded before taking a breath and beginning to talk.

“I was engaged in life, to this wonderful woman. Samantha, Sam, she was smart and loud and loyal to her morals. Her family didn’t approve of us unfortunately, they were rich and mine were just slightly better off technicians. They pulled some strings the day before the wedding and convinced my godfather to do something. I never liked the man, but I thought we’d made up some by then. Evidently not, because he led me away into the forest, I don’t remember much after that.”

Tears dripped down Daniel’s face. Duke pulled him into a hug, he didn’t fully trust Daniel, but even then no one deserved that fate. Daniel buried his head into Duke’s shoulder.

“Did you know what happened to Samantha?” Duke asked, maybe if he found out more he could find Daniel’s family and tell them what happened to him.

“No – Daniel said, voice muffled, he held Duke closer – I hope she’s happy at the very least.”

Danny lifted his head and pulled back but didn’t let go. Duke wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“The reason I’m still here though still existing. I am still here because I want love – He lifted his hand and gently touched Duke’s face – a second chance at it – his cold thumb gently touched Duke’s lower lip – marriage,” Daniel smiled at him.

Duke sat there frozen, before removing Daniel’s hands from his body and scooching away from the dead boy.

“That all takes time, and I’m nowhere near ready for something like that.”

“Of course I know that, I knew Sam for years before we ever thought of getting married.”

Duke frowned at the other boy, “Then you know it takes time, I don’t want – he paused before finishing his sentence, Daniel had reacted oddly to being denied the last time – I’d rather not get married when I’m only eighteen.”

Daniel hummed looking away from Duke, “I understand, you did make your vows and I said ‘I do’ but you didn’t and I never said my vows. So the marriage is incomplete, when you’re ready we can complete the ceremony.”

Danny spoke with a giddy voice, expectantly looking at Duke.

Duke just looked down at Cujo, who was still chewing on the red ball Duke had given him.

“I’ll think about it,” Duke whispers.

Danny nodded, “Of course, take you time,”

I kinda want to give Danny a veil of some kind, cause it’s like a big part of Emily’s design

But I’m not sure if it’ll look good with his barong, decided to do it >:]

It’s a pretty flower veil with blood blossoms, he wore it for Sam

Sam and Tucker are doing eh, they’re not doing horrible

But losing Danny like that and never finding his body hurt them both

They’re married now actually, and have twins, they moved out of Gotham after Danny’s death

Danny wouldn’t be angry or anything about it he’d be glad that they moved on

Danny’s really touchy and Duke isn’t all about that so he tends to just push him away

Telling him to stop, Danny does pull back but he doesn’t stop hovering a lot

Danny’s obsession is getting married and falling in love, so he reacts negatively to being denied it

He isn’t aggressive to others about it, just needs to go off on his own and calm down

Duke doesn’t want to marry Danny so he’s going out of his way to try and figure out how to run away

They end up at Clockworks tower, who takes the place of the Gutknecht

Duke and Daniel walk up the many stairs to the top of the clocktower

Daniel, smiling all the way, went to knock on the door but before he could even touch the wood it swung open, and an old man stood on the other side.

“Daniel, Duke Thomas, I’ve been expecting you two, come in,”

Duke did not like the vibes one bit, but he followed Daniel regardless.

The old man brought them to a small seating area that already had warm tea set out. The man motioned for them to sit, Daniel sat down and picked up a well loved cup that was clearly his own, he clearly belonged here. Duke sat down next to him but didn’t touch his cup, unsure if consuming the food of the dead would trap him here.

“It’s good to see you again CW,” the corpse boy said happily.

The old man nodded with a smile, “As it is to see you Daniel, now would you introduce me to your friend here?”

CW’s gaze settled on Duke, and he felt a chill run up his spine.

Daniel didn’t seem to notice and just smiled more and giggled, “Yes this is Duke as you already know, and he’s my husband!”

“Fiance,” Duke corrected him,

“Fiance – Daniel amended – And he wants to go back upstairs, tell his family the good news you know.”

CW nodded, “Of course of course. Mr.Thomas – Duke tried not to pull back – I understand that your family is looking for you quite desperately. Your return to them – Daniel chipred a temporary at the statement, CW only sighed – temporary return to them, will quell their fears.”

Duke nodded, it made sense. Knowing his family they’d be tearing up Gotham and the underworld for him, “How do I get back though?”

CW stood up walking over to a table covered in an alchemical set up, “A simple potion of return will do, I’ve already had it made”

They lifted up a small bottle of about three gulps of a blue gray liquid, “One gulp and you’ll be back from whence you came.”

Duke tried to hold down his smile, reaching out to take the bottle.

“How would he get back?” Daniel asked abruptly.

Duke paused, glancing at Daniel. Who was frowning and glaring at the bottle.

CW looked at Duke, “Just say hopscotch, and you’ll be back here.”

It sounded more like a warning to Duke, he stood and took the bottle staring at the potion.

“You’ll come back to me right?” Daniel’s voice was soft and scared. He gently held Duke’s hand.

Duke turned to look at the corpse, and smiled, “I just have to make sure my family knows I’m okay.”

“Alright,”

He took the potion, handing the bottle to CW. Duke doubled over in pain, Daniel shooting up to check on him. Then in a burst of color Duke was back on the bridge.

SO WHILE ALL THAT’S HAPPENING

The Batfam is freaking the fuck out

Bruce ditches whatever he’s doing to come back to Gotham

Damian blames himself for what happened, he was the one to encourage Duke to go all out with his performance in their little game

He insists on always being there to help look for Duke

John is not letting himself live this down and he stays in Gotham to help the Batfam find a way to get Duke back

When they realizes that the corpse wasn’t buried in a grave but probably buried alive they start to figure out who the corpse was when they were alive

It’s kinda hard though considering they don’t even have a body to work off of

Justice League Dark is called to help John try and open up the portal that Danny created

A day or so latter Duke reappears where he was taken

A poof of blue that reeked of death appeared on the bridge and with it Duke Thomas.

Detective Chimp jumped away from the bridge as the boy began to cough aggressively.

“Brother!” Robin yelled running up to the other boy, their father didn’t bother to slow the boy down. In fact he joined his youngest a few steps behind.

Duke groaned, before puking over the side of the bridge. Robin and Batman worriedly stood by the teen waiting for him to recover.

He looked up at the two, face sweaty, tears dripping from his eyes. He didn’t look like he’d eaten in a bit.

“I don’t have much time before he comes looking for me,” Duke gasped out.

Batman pulled him into a hug, Robin clinging to his brother’s side.

“We won’t let him take you away,” Batman said softly.

Duke began to shake in their arms.

Bruce and Damian bring Duke back home to the manor where the others [ Jay’s there of course he’s gonna be worried for his cousin] are waiting for updates

It’s mainly the family coddling Duke, which he desperately needs tbh

He’s mostly unresponsive but gives enough info on what’s happened and who Danny was before he died

Justice League Dark sets up a few runes around his room to make sure he’s safe

Duke just wants to rest under the sunlight for awhile

He’s in his room with Cass talking

Cass knows on Duke’s bedroom door,

Duke *muffled* : Come in

Cass gently opens the door, and looks into the room to see Duke curled up in his blankets. She walks over and sits by him on the bed.

Cass : Do you wanna talk

Duke shrugs sitting up in his bed leaning on the wall.

Duke : I’m scared, he’ll come back I know he will

Duke begins to cry silently, Cass pull him into a hug

Cass : I won’t let him take you, I promise

Duke: I know, but it’s just so so terrifying *voice crack* he still has the rest of that potion he knows how to take me back

Cass holds him tighter, Duke buries his head into her tears falling

Duke: I don’t want to marry him, I never want to even get married

*Time Skip To Sunset*

Duke has fallen asleep, and is curled up with his head on Cass' lap. Cass is silently reading a book.

Daniel climbs up onto Duke’s balcony wobbling as he stands up.

Cass is immediately on her feet as Daniel opens the balcony door, he looks to Duke and smiles, taking a step to him. Cass puts herself between the two, they both glare at each other.

Daniel: Who are you?

Cass says nothing as she gets into a defensive position

Daniel: I’m simply here for my husband not for fight, though I’d be more than willing to do so if you stay in my way *growls*

Cass: He isn’t your husband, he isn’t your anything

Daniel: And who are you to say that?

Cass: I’m his sister and you are trying to take my little brother away from me

Daniel says nothing, clenching his fist. Cass silently turns on the alert on her bracelet.

Daniel: Family trying to get in the way of my love again? History truly is a circle

Daniel attempts to run for Duke, Cass tackles him to the ground. The loud thud wakes Duke up immediately, he quickly sits up and sees Cass and Daniel fighting.

Duke *whispering*: No no no no

Duke gets up shackly from his bed, grabbing the tonfa on his end table. Frozen as he watches the two fight. Daniel looks at him and smiles.

Daniel: Ah! Duke, you're awake! Could you get your sister off of me please?

Cass slams Daniel’s head into the ground

Cass: Run!

Duke: But-

Cass: Run!

Duke runs out of his room sprinting down the hallway, he almost runs into Dick who was going to Duke’s room.

Dick: Woah, what’s happening!

Duke: He’s back! Daniel’s back, he’s he’s

Duke is breathing hard, tears falling. Dick sucks hisses anxiously.

Dick: Okay so Cass is holding him back?

Duke nods

Dick: You gotta get to either Jason or Constantine remember, they can keep you safe

There’s a loud inhuman screech

Dick: I’ll go help Cass, now go

Duke: Stay safe

Dick smiled reassuringly

Dick: As much as I can

Dick runs to Duke’s room, and Duke runs in the opposite direction in search of Jason or Constantine.

For anyone wondering why Jason is also able to protect Duke from Daniel it’s because he’s the wielder of the All-Blades powerful supernatural dual swords which can only be summoned in the presence of evil [technically pure evil but come on pure evil is like weirdly subjective to a lot of people]

That’s all cannon, or malicious intent at least in this story, for the purpose of the fic it doesn’t completely matter that this is Daniel’s obsession Duke doesn’t consent and has been trying to get Daniel to stop, so he falls under malicious intent

Anyways Cass and Dick hold Daniel off while Duke gets to the others

Constantine had been setting up a stronger and more durable entrapment seal

They make a plan, Duke will lure Daniel into the trap and they’ll figure it out from there

Daniel bangs against the invisible walls of the spell, screaming and growling. Jason stood at the ready in front of Duke, All-Blades in hand. Constantine kneeled next to the spell continuously softly chanting the incantation to keep the entrapment spell strong.

Daniel: Let me out! Let me out!

Bruce stepped forward scowling at Daniel.

Bruce: And why should we do that? You’ve already shown to be extremely volatile and have made many attempts to kidnap my son and have harmed my other children.

Daniel *growls*: Duke is to be my husband. Let. Me. Out.

Bruce: He isn’t to be your anything

Daniel screeches, throwing himself at the walls surrounding him, he turns his attention to Duke.

Daniel: Tell him he’s wrong! Please! Duke for me, you promised me!

Duke steps out from behind Jason.

Duke: I didn’t promise you anything Daniel, I was only ever messing around. You’re the one who took things the wrong way

Daniel: But I heard you! I heard you say your vows, *he lifts his left hand, showing the ring* there was even a ring! I said I do!

Duke: You never gave me a chance to explain, I was just playing make believe with my brother. Those vows, that rings they mean nothing

Daniel begins to cry, backing away from the spell walls. Face distraught and angry.

Daniel: No. No! It means everything you can’t just throw away my love!

Duke: It means nothing, and I just did. I am not your husband, I am not your fiance. I am not your anything. I don’t love you.

Daniel: YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME SAM!

Daniel falls to his knees wailing, as the humans stay silent. Duke is shaking, trying to stay composed.

Daniel: Hopscotch, hopscotch. Hopscotch!

Jason: What is he doing?

Duke: He’s trying to leave, we were supposed to say that to get back

Damian: Well it isn’t working so well for him

Bruce: Constantine, is it doing anything? Can he get out?

Constantine shakes his head, and begins to sign instead of stopping the chant.

John: Not a single change, the potion thing must have been a one way trip or something

Duke sighs: Hopscotch

Nothing happens but everyone looks to him immediately with concern. Daniel only cries harder.

Bruce: Never do that again.

Duke: I knew nothing would happen, I saw it briefly

Bruce: Still that was reck-

Before Bruce can finish Duke’s eyes glow and snap to behind Daniel, he takes a step back. Everyone looks to where he’s looking.

A portal opens in the air outside of the spell and behind Daniel who pauses in his tears to look as well. Clockwork floats through the portal.

Daniel: What do you want? Are you going to just rub salt in my wounds, traitor.

Clockwork shakes his head: No child I’ve come to collect you

Jason: Now hold on.

Jason raises a blade to Clockwork. They vibrate softly, becoming less visible, not sensing the being as a threat. Jason rolls his eyes, lowering the blade. Clockwork turns to the humans an apologetic look on his face.

Clockwork: I’m so sorry that this happened, Daniel can be uncontrollable at times.

Damian*sarcastic*: Uncontrollable?

Clockwork: Like most beings in the height of their obsession I’m afraid. Mr.Thomas I understand if you’ll never forgive Daniel. In fact I hope you never truly do. What he’s done to you is horrible. Either way I need to take him back to the land of the dead.

Daniel curls in on himself as Clockwork speaks, glaring at the ground.

The All-Blades begin to fade away, a sign that Daniel himself has given up.

They’re all silent waiting for someone to say something. Bruce looks to Duke who nods, Bruce motions to Constantine and he stops chanting, the spell slowly falls.

Clockwork: Come child, we don’t belong here

Daniel sluggishly takes Clockwork’s hand and stands up, not looking at the surrounding humans, ashamed as he is.

Clockwork: The ring.

Clockwork says as Daniel goes to the portal. Daniel frowns but takes off the rings and tosses it to Duke, who catches it with ease.

Clockwork: Again I am so sorry for all the pain and stress Daniel has caused you Mr.Thomas.

Clockwork sets a vial on the ground, filled with a strange liquid.

Clockwork: A recall for the deceased, a means to safely commune with loved ones passed.

The two inhuman beings leave through the portal without so much as a goodbye.

So that happened…

Tbh I didn’t mean for it to get this out of hand but here we are!

Daniel will be sufficiently punished for his crimes don’t worry, he’s not getting away with a slap on the wrist

He severely traumatized Duke which is not cool

It’s mainly ghostly rehab and general social shaming which is so much for ghosts like Danny who are relatively extroverted

Duke’s gonna get a bunch of apology gifts from Daniel and a few people close to him

Also just gonna say this again, THEY DON’T END UP TOGETHER

Just so everyone’s aware

DEADLIGHTS MASTERPOST, GENERAL NOTES, MEMES, AO3

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Fanfics que están horriblemente abandonados en mi celular.

Necesito ayuda psicológica por muchos motivos, pero por ahora limpiemos las pestañas del navegador de mi celular.

Parte 1, porque joder, es demasiado, ¿Qué he hecho?

MERLIN

Groundwork by Footloose

Merlin's secret is no longer a secret and Excalibur struggles with the knowledge that they had a sorcerer among them all along. But the mission against the NWO won't wait, and Merlin and Arthur must soldier on.

Ashes, Embers, Flames by unpossible

Capítulo 2

Merlin sees him across a crowded living room and promptly spills his beer down the back of the couch and over some hapless stranger’s neck.

The Bond That Can't Be Broken by psychicdreams

Capitulo 7, caramba que me faltaba poco, un capitulo.

Morgana knew that she could enchant Gwen to make it appear as if she betrayed Arthur, but there was a good chance that wouldn't stop her from eventually becoming queen. For that she had to enchant Arthur, and she knew just the spell that would do it.

However, the consequences of her actions would have great repercussions later she did not realize.

The Truth Always Comes to Light by AliceTheBrave

“What did you do now Merlin?”

“Got cursed.”

Merlin slumped into the room and fell onto the bench of the table across from Gaius, laying his head dramatically on a book of something or other Arthur didn’t bother to look too closely at.

“Cursed.” Gaius echoed, unimpressed.

“Cursed.” Merlin sighed back, like some kind of weepy maiden.

“He can’t lie,” Arthur supplied, walking further into the room and standing behind Merlin, pushing his head off the book roughly. Merlin squawked and glared at him before shaking his head and turning back to Gaius.

"It gets worse."

Emrys the Really, Truly Terrible by lindenwaverly

"“Emrys,” said Gaius, raising the Eyebrow of Disappointment and flicking his gaze to where Merlin stood behind Arthur’s chair. “That is who you wish to have as your court sorcerer.”

Arthur nodded gravely, every eye in the council meeting upon him. “Camelot is dangerously close to division even now that sorcery is legal. We need someone who will unite us all, and I cannot settle for less. I’ll send riders out at first light chasing rumours and follow up any promising leads we have myself.”

He looked so beautiful when he said it, every inch the king, with the sunlight through the windows turning him gold. His voice had taken on that richness that sometimes infused Arthur’s words – that for the good of the kingdom voice, that let it be so voice, the voice that Merlin had come to understand meant another brick laid on the road to Albion.

Unfortunately, that voice had been co-opted for a fucking farce."

Or - In which magic is legal and Merlin is still lying for reasons that are absolutely, totally 100% valid and have nothing to do with his love for Arthur

At Arm's Length by sirencalls

“This is Emrys, the most powerful sorcerer who will ever walk the earth. It is our deepest honor to be able to offer his hand to your son.”

“Merlin?” Arthur asks, looking across the hall. Merlin looks the palest and the smallest Arthur has ever seen him. He looks like a scared animal that knows it’s about to be trapped, and that’s when it clicks for Arthur that no part of this is a joke. None of it. “Merlin, what are they talking about?”

TEEN WOLF

Regular Joe by tugela54

(Me quedé en el Capítulo 5)

Meet a mysterious, drop-dead gorgeous stranger (that has a peculiar yet endearing infatuation with wolves) have the best sex of your life, and then fall in love with him. That is what you do on your summer vacation in the idyllic Florida keys… Right?

Hide by dr_girlfriend

(Me quedé en el capitulo 3)

Stiles has been rejected so many times that it doesn't really surprise him when it happens again. Hurts, yeah, because dammit — he'd thought Derek was the one. Heartbreak sucks, and he's not so sure he's going to get over it this time.

You only live once... or twice by WonderWolf

“Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’. Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—” “I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.” Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.” (Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)

it's free (and always will be) by kellifer_fic, maichan808 (maichan)

Stiles starts looking around, like there's someone who'll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can't blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank Laura is playing on him after she'd found his pile of Fangboy back copies last month. Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He's completely doomed.

Nothing Short of Perfect by GotTheSilver

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be. “Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?” Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

You can't dodge Stiles Stilinski by stilinskisparkle

“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.” The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it. “And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?” The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet. "I can't work with this."

For Love is Not Ours to Command by weathervaanes

Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right. -0- “Why does my dad say that you and your boyfriend are a bad influence on me?” “What?” “Yeah, what boyfriend? Dude, you are not allowed to not tell me crap like this. You didn't think I'd like be a douchebag or something. Right?” “No, wait, what? I have no boyfriend.” “He says you were with him at the police station.” Stiles blinks. “Uhm. Oh shit.”

Scrubbing Bubbles by MargaretKire

(Capítulo 8)

Stiles thought it would be easy doing janitorial work for an office. At first, it really was. The job only took a few hours in the evenings and it helped pay for rent and college. Sure, Hale Industries took up an entire floor in one of the downtown financial buildings, but the place was new and easy to care for. He didn’t even have to spend much time cleaning the huge corner office, because the trash was nearly always empty and the office itself was spotless, like no one used it. It was basically the perfect college job. At least, until the boss started staying late.

The Accidental Hale Brood by Julibean19

“I know, I just…” Derek trailed off, rubbing his forehead with both hands, frustrated that the right words weren’t coming to him.

“What?” Stiles asked honestly, pulling on one of Derek’s wrists until he could see his expression again.

Derek’s heart pounded in his chest so loud he figured even Stiles could hear it. He inhaled deeply and let the air out slowly through his nose, trying to keep his voice even. “When we take them places, and spend time with them, and make them smile… it feels like…”

“It feels like they’re yours,” Stiles finished for him, licking his lips before snagging the bottom one between his teeth.

“No,” Derek said, taking Stiles by surprise. “It feels like they’re ours.”

“Oh,” Stiles said simply, mouth still slightly open while he contemplated Derek’s words.

Or, the one in which Stiles and Derek have been BCPD partners for years when they are assigned Halloween duty and run into a couple of kids from the orphanage. One fake marriage and two real adoptions later, they somehow become a family.

Better Than Dead by heartsdesire456

When Stiles is gravely injured, the only way to save him is for Derek to turn him. However, Derek never did learn exactly what certain bites meant and, without this knowledge, he accidentally claims Stiles as his mate. Alpha werewolves mate forever. However... Betas don't.

You'll Be Mine and I'll Be Yours by tearsandholdme

(Capitulo 14)

“Oh my god!” Stiles hissed, his back colliding with the door. “Oh my god! I slept with my boss, oh my god. I'm a walking cliché!” It was supposed to be a one night stand. No complications, no feelings, no baggage. But then a missed doctor's appointment in his childhood comes back to haunt him and Stiles is left with a lot more than one very good night.

Special Delivery (subway edition) by FiannlyPhoebe

“You’re what?” Stiles yells. Derek jerks the phone away from his ear and waits a few beats before putting it back. “I’m adopting the baby I found on the subway last month,” he repeats.

Adding You to My Future by Nimpalous

“So, I'm Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they're inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I'm about to do and why I'm doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?” Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.

3 Idiots and a Baby by WithMyTeeth (Ylith)

Literalmente, solo me faltó el último capitulo. Es que soy estúpida.

One little abandoned Were-baby changes everything.

Bundle of Accidental Joy by tearsandholdme

Capitulo 20, carajo dos capítulos, me faltaron dos capitulos ahhhhh

Stiles is just trying to live a simple life. Have a job, pay his rent, and survive enough to eat his next meal. But then he's fired from his job, watches a mother abandon her baby, tries to stop her and picks the baby up, and now everyone thinks the baby is his. Even his very handsome and moody boss, Derek Hale, who forces the responsibility onto him at the cost of keeping his job or else.

-----

Au of the 1956 film Bundle of Joy

Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes

One of Stiles' favorite things about life is Derek Hale's food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.

Windows by dr_girlfriend

capitulo 14

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

The Practice Boyfriend by giselleslash

Merlin’s been in love with Lance for years, but he hasn’t had much experience dating and he wants to figure out the ins and outs of dating before Lance comes back into his life. Cue Arthur and his manwhoring ways, ready and willing to show Merlin the ropes.

The Once and Future King by JessicaMDawn

Capitulo 8: My fair lady

Sequel to "The Sword in the Stone". Arthur knows of Merlin's magic, but their destiny has only begun. The journey to uniting the lands of Albion is long and filled with danger. Presented in 14 parts.

HARRY POTTER

Draco Black and the Prisoner of Nurmengard by starbrigid

Ya se terminó y yo me quedé en el 6 capitulo 27 carajo.

WHORE. BLOOD TRAITOR. MURDERER. I will accept no restitution but your life. Those are the words Theo sent Draco, once Draco Malfoy and now Draco Black. The words Draco will never tell anyone that Theo sent. As Draco enters into that fatal sixth year, those are the words that hang over him as he tries to protect his friends, his new family, his godfather. As he tries to protect the boy he loves from the boy he once loved, whose life he ruined with one curse. But Draco has another word now: Dantanian. The key to his wand, to his blood, to the past, to three mirrors, and to his aunt waiting to take her own forfeit from him. The pursuit of Dantanian will take Draco beyond his own past, to truths too horrifying to accept, and acts too evil to speak. To the Prisoner of Nurmengard.

Still Waters Run Deep by MissDrarryDawn

The Ministry bullies Harry into chaperoning Draco through their last Hogwarts year, because after going through trials and Azkaban, Draco's magic has become unstable and dangerous. To make sure Harry can monitor Draco successfully, they give him a magical device to help him, as well as strict orders for them to always stay close together. Harry thinks it's going to be fine, that he can put up with it, but then he gets way more than he bargained for.

Fairy Tale Princes and Other Nightmares by Elfflame

Capitulo 4

Draco has been having an increasing number of strange dreams about Harry Potter, growing more disturbing with each one.

Glassy Eyes by jrml210

Draco had just wanted to become stronger. He hadn't asked to fall in love. Or get his heart broken. Or become kidnapped. But hey, as a muggle had once said - The course of true love never did run smooth.

Best Laid Plans by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

Draco picks at the hem of his robe. "I had a plan. I was going to woo Harry with my dashing charm and some earth-shattering sex. We’d fall madly in love, spend a year or two being sickeningly domestic, then get married and start a family."

Pansy hides a smile. “One out of five’s not bad.” Or the one where a magical isle, a secret wish, and Harry bloody Potter take Draco’s plan and upends it on its head.

I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You by Ladderofyears

All Draco wanted was to carry his beloved husband's baby. It had been a journey of years, of tearful nights and smiling while he was breaking inside.

It was finally happening though. They've tried for so long.

They're having a child.

Draco Malfoy and the Letter from the Future by DracoWillHearAboutThis

All he wanted was a way out. A way to do it all over again, and to erase his mistakes. He stared at the crackling blue flames so hard they imprinted in his vision.

At age eleven, Draco receives a letter from the future, which will make him change the path he has set out upon and lead him into a life he'd never dared to imagine.

Doing it Right by starsailorwrites

When Draco finds a time turner that will take him back to his younger body, he promises to himself that he'll be able to fix things. And who can possibly help him more than Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived himself?

Everything That Happens (Is From Now On) by Lynds

Capitulo 4

When Harry Potter goes to bed on his eighteenth birthday, he learns he's inherited yet more special powers. He can travel into the past. And being Harry Potter, what else would he do with this new information but try to save the world even more?

Chaos Theory by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley)

Capitulo 28

Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy's life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn't.

Foundations by Saras_Girl

Parte 2 de una serie.

When one door closes, another one opens – with a bit of a push. Life, love and complications. [sequel to Reparations]

SVSSS

Moshang

Linaje by Say

Capitulo 7

Shang Qinghua pensó que llevaría una vida idílica y sin preocupaciones una vez que Mobei Jun y él se comprometieron.

¡Error!

¡Ser el futuro consorte del Reino del Norte solo le trajo más problemas!

Entre Linguang Jun acechando y buscando la forma de arruinarles todo, un ritual como respuesta y una sorpresa en camino, ¡Shang Qinghua no podría estar más estresado!

[NEW EXTRAS UPDATED!!] The Subtle Art of Trying to F*ck by firesandpixies

Shang Qinghua has been harbouring a crush on his ex-roommate and current boss, Mobei-Jun, for the past eight years. He has tried every method in the book short of standing in front of Mobei-Jun stark naked with a banner that says “Would you like to fuck?”, but Mobei-Jun remains oblivious to his very homosexual feelings. Having enough of an unrequited love, Shang Qinghua decides to give up on his CEO and revive his lacklustre acting career instead. But why does it seem the more Shang Qinghua tries to distance himself from Mobei-Jun, the clingier that man becomes!? Mobei-Jun aren’t you the CEO of a talent agency!? Why are you appearing on the set of every show I’m on!? Why are you rejecting every screenplay with kissing scenes in them!? What are you posting on your Weibo!? In short:

Entertainment Industry AU whereby Mobei-Jun is an acclaimed actor and CEO of a talent management company, and Shang Qinghua is a C-tier actor too busy trying to seduce said CEO to build his career.

under a wicked star by tagteamme

Caught unaware, Mobei Jun is kidnapped for leverage.

On the eighth day, Mobei Jun is broken out of his trance by the sound of something being tossed into his pit. It’s a lot lighter than what they throw food down in. He realizes that today, he is not tied down.

When he moves off the bed, he does not need the canopy post to support his weight as he stands up. The object on the floor glints in the firelight, and Mobei Jun crouches to pick it up. His face is immoving; slowly, he turns the An Ding peak lord crown in his hand, looking at the blood-soaked metal through the light.

Courting of the Consort by lanbanli

"Wait, was he technically being proposed to twice in one day? And worst of all this guy was kinda, sorta doing a better job at it. In some people’s opinion, were you to ask, he thought. Probably."

Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun's relationship is ready to move onto the next stage, but suddenly someone new appears with an offer of his own.

A Place to Belong by Meekhayl

SQH never would have thought he would living plottwist and tropes. But here he was having a god in his apartment claiming they had been lovers while SQH does not remember a thing.

Fall back in love, solving godly political drama, self issues and several near death experiences. SQH living the bad novel take. It has a happy end though.

Warning: this is just a draft, which the author did liked too much to let it rot, but still hates it. Depressive story from a depressive author that yeets it out to have it out. Warning: It's gonna be painful to read one or the other way

BingQiu

"That happened. But it could be worse." - Shen Yuan after messing everything up 2k19 by Shireyaki

Shen Yuan finds himself transmigrated into a wonderfully fresh new life! Right next to his brother... who's going to die a miserable death! With the entire kingdom! Well, it's his moment to nope outta there - or at least help his brother out a bit...okay, yes he really needs to help his brother out here.

Time after Time by JustAWanderingBabbit

Sometimes you just have to keep trying until you get it right. Luo Binghe isn't sure if this counts.

Brunch Warfare by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Shen Qingqiu was not unfamiliar with the concept of pain. It raised him, almost every corner of his life was filled with it. He has long since grown numb, unable to feel it anymore.

That doesn't mean he likes it.

So when he woke up in his bamboo hut on Cang Qiong, with his limbs still apparently attached. He sets out to create a new life, one where he wouldn't do. Anything.

Brunch went south about two steps away from the front entrance of Shen Yuan’s favorite cafe; a place with free wifi, big squishy chairs, custom mimosa pitchers, and an endless avocado toast special. He arrived bright and early with his computer bag under one arm and the intention of staking out one of the solo tables in back for the rest of the morning until he’d finished his current editing project.

The project in question was the latest offering from Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky after he broke out from webnovels, so endless mimosas and carbohydrates would be necessary for Shen Yuan to make it through with his sanity and blood pressure intact. Shang Qinghua was late on his most recent draft, but the earliest chapters had been finalized so he could get started on that at least.

However, his phone pinged just as he reached the entrance, and Shen Yuan made the fatal mistake of pausing to check the message.

Shen Jiu: Too late now, but brace yourself. We’re inside. Qi-ge set us both up.

Or: that one where Shen Yuan lost his break up, but Luo Binghe is about to kill it on the rebound.

Tea, Life, and C Points by Narci

Sin shipps, jaja creo. Pero lo pondré aqui porque Shen Yuan es el prota.

{Connecting…}

{Connection established! Host Shen Yuan is now bound to the role of Shen Yuan, Scum Villain Shen Qingqiu’s younger brother!}

{Activation Phras-}

Shen Yuan is unconscious before he can hear the rest.

BingJiu

Scum Villain's Retirement by anlee

Shen Qingqiu was not unfamiliar with the concept of pain. It raised him, almost every corner of his life was filled with it. He has long since grown numb, unable to feel it anymore.

That doesn't mean he likes it.

So when he woke up in his bamboo hut on Cang Qiong, with his limbs still apparently attached. He sets out to create a new life, one where he wouldn't do. Anything.

Scums Will Always Be Scums by pricklybuns

Capitulo 2

When Shen QingQiu got a second chance to relive his life, he planned to make things different but things didn't turn out as he expected.

Only in a Dream by cannon_fodder

“Why are you here?” Shen Qingqiu asked. Luo Binghe looked up and smiled. “Is this Sect Master not allowed to visit his shidi?”

After returning from that other world, the one with a kind and loving Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe decides to pay a visit to his own Shen Qingqiu while wearing the face of a dead man.

Luo Binghe will get what he wants from Shen Qingqiu.

One way or another.

acquiesce by brawlite

After seeing the gentle and loving Shen Qingqiu of the other world, Luo Binghe returns to his own with a hunger that can only be satisfied by one thing: a Shizun of his very own.

the darkest little paradise by Chesra

After Shen Qingqiu sacrifices his own eyes for the Sect Master, he leaves Cang Qiong Mountain to escape any further scrutiny. Along the way, he inadvertently picks up traveling companions - first a small, headstrong boy, and then a kind, obliging man - as he attempts to leave his past behind.

Unbeknownst to him, his new companion is much more familiar with who he really is than he would expect.

(or, a bingjiu yi city arc au)

FANFICS ELIMINADOS QUE NO VOLVERAN Y QUE JAMÁS PODRÉ LEER PORQUE CARAMBA NO LOS LEÍ CUANDO PUDE PORQUEEEE

#2023fics #drarry #merthur #sterek #merlin #teen wolf #svsss fanfiction #bingqiu #bingjiu #moshang

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Okay I was thinking about how the other charathers that Arent the great Seven would react to the NRC students in the house of mouse AU. Like i can Imagine Azul asking Ariel if She wants ti make a deal with him and Ariel Is like "lol no", or the First year see Cruella de vil at One of the tables and they are like "She look so much like Crewel that She's giving us PTSD" or kalim and Aladdin becoming buddies :D.

Well, let me put in some headcannons then:

Word goes around that some of the Great Disney villains come to visit Yuu and everyone gets jealous.

So now whenever Yuu goes to work they always get asked to have them visit their world.

So, Yuu just says, “Meh ok, you guys can visit me whenever just ask one of the Great Seven or go through the mirror in my dressing room-“

And suddenly Yuu gets someone they met from the House of Mouse ever other day. It’s literal chaos and Yuu doesn’t know if they should feel exasperated or flattered.

Anyways, here’s some interactions between the dorms and some Disney Characters:

Heartslybul: Obviously when Alice comes to visit, she comments on how Heartslybul reminds her of the Queen of Hearts’ garden. When Yuu mentions that they paint the roses red, Alice sarcastically asks, “Does the dorm leader behead people who don’t paint the roses?” “...Well, he’s more lenient now but...” “...You’re serious?”

Ace and Alice get along swimmingly, basically quick quips and a lot of teasing. Yuu regrets introducing them to each other because they know the two are going to get into some sort of trouble. Deuce also gets along with Alice, though he can get lost in Alice’s rambles in imagination.

I think Alice would get along with Trey and Cater. I mean, they both give big brother vibes (Trey more than Cater). Trey would give Alice some tarts and Alice is like, “....He’s cool.”

Cater is going to take a bunch of pictures, and Alice is very curious about the device he’s holding (I don’t think phones or the internet existed during Alice’s time so...). Cater ends up teaching Alice about the internet and phones.

Riddle...ohhh noo. Once Alice broke one of the 810 rules and Riddle lightly scolded her for it. Alice thinks most of the rules are ridiculous and while Riddle has toned down on being strict, he’ll quickly get annoyed with Alice questioning the rules. There’s rules for a reason! The dorm was founded on these rules!!

Savannaclaw: It’s Simba, obviously. He’s curious to see the dorm after his...nefarious uncle. It’s much more nicer than he expected, though he’s a little off put by the dorm’s...rowdiness.

But he’s impressed with the Magishift practices they have when Yuu showed them.

He likes Jack, right off the bat. Jack has this sense of justice that he can relate to. I think they would get along pretty well. Oh, and probably how strong and buff Jack is.

Simba is wary of Ruggie, due to him being a hyena beastmen. He has...bad memories of hyenas. His wariness is correct, since Ruggie has tried to swindle Simba and Yuu to do some of his work. Does the relationship get better? Only if Yuu makes them hang out with each other haha.

Leona reminds Simba of Scar...to a certain degree. Lazy, cunning, and has this look where it seems like he could be planning something nefarious...

Ok, maybe not that bad, but Simba is weary of Leona. He kind of expected a character similar to Scar since this is the dorm based on him but...still. It’s really odd. It’s kind of rocky, but if Cheka comes over to visit, well...it could get better.

I mean, Leona does find Cheka annoying and calls him a brat but...Simba can tell there’s no malicious desire towards Cheka, which raises Leona’s “evil people don’t interact” list. That doesn’t mean Leona’s in the clear, but he’s ok.

Octavinelle: Surprise, surprise, it’s Ariel! She comes over, human legs and all. (Don’t worry! She got them from the nicer sorcerers). She wanted to visit Yuu and see how great NRC was! They had fun, and then they went to Mostro Lounge.

Ariel is terrified of the Tweels. They give her this...off putting feeling and they’re very intimidating. She does not trust them at all. She does like how they get up close and how they speak as if she’s some poor soul waiting to be taken advantage over.

That’s also why she does not trust Azul at all. He reminds Ariel of Ursula - especially when he tries making a contract with her. Uh-uh, no way. Never again.

This leads to Ariel dubbing NRC a dangerous place for Yuu to stay at. Why doesn’t Yuu come live with her and her family back at her world? Surely it’s much more safer than here! Why, Melody already sees Yuu as a big sibling so why not just stay at the castle permanently?

Ursula fumes at the thought of her enemy trying to take Yuu away and become their parent. That’s her role, dammit!

Scarabia: Kalim invites Aladdin, actually. It’s the most funniest scenario. Yuu mentioned to Kalim about the street rat that wooed the princess and Kalim says, “:00 WE SHOULD INVITE HIM!!” Jamil sighs and facepalms.

It’s actually going great! Aladdin is kind of shocked at the big party that Kalim threw, but it was a great welcome. He’s shook that Kalim apparently trusted Aladdin enough to show him the treasury room. “It’s open for all of the dorm to use! I don’t need much of it!”

Wasn’t NRC rumored to be a villain’s school??? What is this ball of sunshine doing here???

Actually, the Scarabia duo are good in his eyes. Sure, a little rough around the edges with Kalim being a bit too naive and Jamil being more of a watching snake, but they’re better than what he expected. Aladdin gets along with them pretty well!

And then they go on a carpet ride when Kalim introduces Aladdin to his magic flying carpet.

Yuu and Jamil scream at the two of them to get down as they fly across the night sky.

Pomfiore: oh no. Oh no no no. Snow White visiting Pomfiore is like...Neige visiting.

Vil is cold to Snow White, and she knows why. She’s seen the images that Yuu had of this “Neige Leblanc”. He certainly reminds her of her younger days. Which is why she completely understands why Vil is so standoffish of her.

What she doesn’t expect is Rook singing her praises and also kind of...watching her. It’s low key creepy but Yuu says it’s normal and since he doesn’t mean any harm Snow White lets it slide. They do have a good conversation though. Snow White learns to understand Rook’s...eccentric hobbies.

Epel and Snow White go together like apples and oranges. They go pretty well together, but they have contrasting differences. They could be passed of as siblings with their cute looks, as much as Epel hates to admit it. Though I’d like to think they have this “Soft big sister with a gremlin of a little brother” dynamic. Or “Big sister that is harmless but has a badass little bother” dynamic. Just...a cool sibling dynamic, basically.

Ignihyde: Hercules comes by when he hears that a dorm was based off of Hades. He had to see what it was like. He expected the doom and gloom, but he didn’t expect all the technology.

He and Ortho go along swimmingly. I mean, he’s pretty chill around the more upbeat and cheery dorm member, at least. (Seriously, the others were such buzzkills). He also gets a good impression on Idia when Ortho affectionately talks about his big brother! Wow, so the kids here do have a heart! Unlike Hades-

Ok, so as much as Ortho talks so highly of Idia, Hercules does not see how Ortho does. I mean, Idia is a complete shut in and gloomy recluse! Why do you stick around him?! It isn’t until he speaks his mind about that comment does Ortho turn into a crazy murder machine. (“How DARE you speak of that about my brother!!”) Yuu has to save Hercules and the entire dorm before Ortho blows up the school.

So now Hercules sees how inseparable the two are and how much they care for each other, which yeah, that’s pretty cool. (Is also low key jealous, how come his half brothers weren’t like that?)

Diasomnia: Aurora visits with Maleficent. Both do not share ill will after their stories are completed. They actually do make amends. So Maleficent invited Aurora to see her grandson, and Aurora politely accepts.

They have tea with Malleus, and it is a very pleasant conversation. Aurora gets along well with Malleus, even suggesting maybe she should invite him and Maleficent to her kingdom one day. (Maybe when she gives birth to a beautiful baby. Maleficent liked that)

Lilia is also a fun one to be around! Aurora was so surprised by his scare that she had laughed. Ah, what a funny fae! Why, she hadn’t laughed this hard since...well, never. She likes Lilia and will come by if she needs a good laugh.

Poor Sebek though....he acts all uptight around Aurora because she’s a Queen and also aquatinted with Maleficent...he must be respectful to her at all costs! It takes a long time for Sebek to at least act a little casual around her. Maleficent says it’ll take some time, though Aurora isn’t sure if that time will come on her lifetime...but for the meantime, she is still happy to be around Sebek’s presence and have pleasant conversations with him.

Aurora and Silver...ok, let me say this: they got along during a sleepover. The Diasomnia gang + Maleficent and Aurora had a sleepover in the dorms to “better know each other”. I also think Aurora would feel sympathy for Silver if the conversation of him tending to fall asleep came up. Heavens knows she still has her sleepy spells even after her curse was broken.

Also- wofhenod I just imagine Aurora and Silver walking in the forest together and a bunch of animals surround them. (Yuu finds them and cries when they actually attracted a bunch of adorable puppies (or whatever animal you find cute). Cute, adorable animals that are so gentle with them that they start to cry due to stress from being at NRC (Silver and Aurora look at Yuu with concern and gently start comforting them)

Winfendien Suddenly I want a twin dynamic with Silver and Aurora. Even a sibling dynamic would be cool. Just two sleepy siblings that won’t hesitate to kick your ass.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcannons #twisted wonderland yuu #house of mouse au #Disney characters #ask #aladin #alice in wonderland #lion king #little mermaid #snow white #hercules disney #sleeping beauty

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Demon Boyfriends: Elow &Siphorus

Suprise! I wrote something! What’s better than one demon boyfriend, you ask? Two demon boyfriends, duh. I started this literal months ago, and I’m not going to lie, it's very self indulgent and porny. My praise kink is clear and in full swing. I was going to make one of the characters a hard core brat but he turned soft, what can I say. Anyways, I hope you guys like this! This is a link to my Ko-Fi, everything is appreciated but nothing is expected. <3

Life has been going great for you. Too great, really. You landed a well paying job in a cute small town named Talon Valley. You found the cottage of your dreams in the forest a few miles out of town. It was perfectly desolate and had a garden already set up in the back, as well as shelves that will work perfectly to store your potions. You already picked a great altar space, as well. It was your first time living alone, and you were excited to finally practice your craft in peace.

Except there was no peace, and you soon discovered you were not alone. At first, the misplaced items didn’t phase you. You were still unpacking and you really didn’t know where you set things most of the time anyway. Only after the first couple weeks when things were supposed to be in their places, did you start to notice.

You were a witch, sure. But that didn’t mean you weren’t easily spooked. You didn’t want to make things worse, so instead of doing a cleanse that could anger something stronger than you, you did a few charms and protection spells on yourself. That did nothing to stop the tiny torments. If anything, they increased. Not only were several potions moved, but they were mixed together haphazardly. Then your blinds would open after you had closed them, or your fridge would be left cracked. All harmless things, but knowing someone or something else was doing this was enough to have you constantly on edge. You just wanted to relax, dammit!

You never thought of this side of living alone. During the day, you were living in a beautiful cottage in the lush green forest, but at night it felt as though you were in a haunted cabin in the woods. You really couldn’t take it anymore. You had cried and whimpered all night when you felt you were being watched, and by the time the sun rose you had resolved to deal with this.

You gathered some materials and made your way out of the house. After all, a summoning spell required a lot of concentration and you certainly wouldn't be able to do it in there. You found a nice clearing not too far from your home, and set up. You lit a few candles, did a few incantations, and waited. You were about to give up when, in a puff of smoke, a demon appeared. They were crouched down with blue flames dancing around them, but even still they seemed massive.

As the demon uncurled and stood himself upright, it seemed as though more and more limbs appeared. You counted six arms coming out of him, his whole body a gradient of black to white. His pitch black fingertips seemed as though they were covered in soot, and as you got closer to the middle of his body his skin was more and more milky white. Hooved feet clap on the ground. He had dark eyes and horns like a ram’s curled on the side of their head, with long black hair in between, and he towered over you.

He lowered himself and took your shaking hand in one of his large ones, his pure white eyes staring at you.

“It is lovely to meet you, my master,” his voice is like velvet, and he flashes you his sharp teeth at you before placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. “They call me Siphorus. I cannot wait to be of service to you.”

You let out a bleating laugh, unsure what to make of this. You weren’t expecting such a large and powerful demon to come; you weren’t even out of the broom closet and this kind of thing should take years of real practice.

“Um, master?”

He chuckled under his breath, “Yes, master,” he rose, “You summoned me and I am under your command. I promise to fulfil anything you ask of me.”

You ignored his suggestive promise. Smooth as he may be, you were out in the middle of the woods for a more important reason. “You can just call me Lily if you’d like? And well, I sort of need your help with something?”

“Like I said, I am under your command, master,” he prompts you, a clawed finger lifting your chin up.

“There’s something in my house,” you tell him, clearing your throat and putting some space in between the two of you. “Something spooky and it...watches me I think. I don’t know how to make it go away by myself.”

“A powerful witch such as yourself?” he frowns “No matter, I shall play the role of your gallant protector.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Honestly, who talks like that? For someone who looks so formidable, he’s a bit on the odd side. At least he is going to help you.

He starts towards your house, although you aren’t sure how he knows the way.

“Ah yes, I can feel his presence here.” Siphorus opens the door for you with a flourishing gesture.

As soon as one of his hooved feet lands on the other side of your doorway, chaos breaks out. Cabinets are slamming, furniture is being overturned, and the lights are flickering.

“She is MY master! GET OUT!” A voice yells out as lightbulbs start to explode. You let out a scream as glass flies at you, covering your face and burying it in the stomach of the demon by your side. With a wave of his hand Siphorus halts the glass midair, something you probably could have done if you hadn’t been so panicked. You step away from him once again, your face hot. You try to convince yourself it’s from his inner hellfire, but you aren’t too sure.

Siphorus clicks his tongue in a disapproving manner. “Now now, let us not make a mess of our sweet Lilians home, hm?”

An angry hissing sound responds back, things slamming and shaking but nothing as messy.

“This is quite the tantrum. Honestly, show yourself and be gone!” Siphorus calls out, and a figure starts to appear.

White hot flames spiral out in your living room and from within it steps another demon. This one is almost as tall as Siphorus, but not quite. He is lanky, and his skin textured, light colored but red seemed to be pumping underneath, as if it was scar tissue. This one only has one pair of arms, and has no hair. His eyes are cat-like and stare straight at Siphorus, flames around him roaring even stronger.

“GET OUT!” the figure yells, and you flinch into Siphorus once again.

The flames suddenly go out, and you turn to see the other demon looking at you now.

“What,” he paused, swallowing thickly. “What is going on? Did you...find a new demon?” He asked, his voice sounding distraught. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You stand there confused at his words. He doesn’t sound scary at all, if anything he sounds heartbroken. The fear melts away, and you take a step away from Siphorus.

“What do you mean a new demon? This one belong to you?” Siphorus asks, eyebrow raised. You just shake your head, and he heaves a dramatic sigh.

“Of course I belong to her. I became attached to her weeks ago and she brought me home. She was walking in the forest and I felt her energy. It was lonely so I came with,” he hissed these words out, eyes turned to slits.

“She was scared and I had to keep her safe! She was making protection charms and satchels and sticking them everywhere.”

“From you, you nimwit! She didn’t even know you were in the house!” Siphorus admonishes him, “You should have at least presented yourself!”

His face falls further and the demon places himself on one of your dining room chairs, dwarfing it.

“But, she never asked for me? I was never summoned to do her bidding, or had any reason to show myself. I just thought she knew I was here, and would ask me if she needed anything. Since she didn’t ask, I just watched over her.” he sniffles, and you get a knot in your throat.

A pitiful “Oh,” passes through your lips. You move over to him, letting him scoop you onto his lap.

“I just wanted to be a good demon, I’d never had a master that was such a nice witch,” he whines high in the back of his throat, nosing at your hair. You coo at him the way you would a scared puppy, doting on him with attention and sweet pets on his scarred and hairless head.

You then hear a scoff from Siphorus, both you and the new demon turning to look at him.

“What?”

“The two of you are absolutely pitiful, do you know that?” Siphorus asks, baffled.

You stay cuddled up, “Well, wait - what is your name?” you look up into his eyes, his fangs pushing into his soft looking lips.

“Elow, master,” he replies into your hair, still trying to get as close as possible to you.

“Elow, it’s nice to meet you,” you tell him, giving him a sweet smile he readily returns. “Well I’m absolutely fine with Elow staying. And I don’t think we’re pitiful.”

Siphorus sputters. “Well, I suppose we have a bit of a problem, then. You summoned me to get rid of him, and I cannot leave until your summons are completed.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I just don’t feel good about making him leave now, Siphorus.” You tell him, and feel Elows long arms wrap even tighter around you.

“Yes, Siphorus. Please don’t make me leave now,” Elow asks him, eyes wide.

You assure Siphorus you will help him in any way that you can.

“You can stay here until we figure out how to let you go back, of course. I- do you sleep?” you ask them. “I can get some rooms ready for you!” And you scurry off, hoping that the two demons get along.

You aren’t sure how to act now that you have both demons staying in your home. Firstly, you layout some ground rules as far as Elow touching your potions and leaving the fridge door open. He looks so sad after your gentle scolding, so you take some time to comfort him as well. The two of you snuggle up on your small couch and watch a movie. He’s informed you that he has been starved of contact for a long while, and he basks in your touch. You enjoy it as well, and his warmth lulls you to sleep. When the two of you wake, you are covered in a blanket. It’s soft and black, and not one you had seen before. It smelled slightly of fire.

The three of you had settled into a routine. On the days you went to work, you came home to a clean house, and a meal. It was all so domestic, and occasionally one or both of your demons would produce a human glamour and come with you into town. They always kept on sunglasses, though, because they couldn’t change their eyes. You doubt the inhabitants of Talon Valley would mind. Siphorus had informed you that most of the people living here were some kind of supernatural being. As a witch, you fit right in.

So well, in fact, that you had befriended another witch already. She was much more confident in her abilities, and had already figured out a solution to Siphorus being stuck with you.

Coming back from a visit with her, you had mixed feelings. You had a solution, sure, but you had grown so fond of your demon. You didn’t want to let him go, and already felt hollow just thinking about him departing. You creak the front door open while lost in thought and were unprepared for what you were seeing. Standing in shock, you take in the scene before you.

Through the doorway, you can see Elow on top of Siphorus. His head is thrown back, and high pitched moans leave him. You can make out the deep bass of Siphorus encouraging him as Elow bounces on his cock, thoroughly impaled. Siphous is leaning back on one set of hands, with the others on either side of Elow’s hips and face. Elow’s own hardness bobs between his thighs, long and thick. It’s textured like the rest of him, but redder. You feel your own face get hot, and the gasp that leaves your lips is what finally catches your demons’ attention.

Elow is embarrassed and won’t look at you, trying to hide behind a tangle of sooty arms. Siphorus just smirks at you, taking in your doe-eyed appearance. You feel as if your heartbeat is between your legs.

“Isn’t our Elow so beautiful,” he draws out, running his hand along the other demon’s flank. Elow shudders, still fully seated, and you nod. “So beautiful, so good for me. For us,” he purrs into Elow’s ear, his milky eyes still locked on yours. This time Elow actually moans, weather that be from the thickness spearing him open or the words alone, you are unsure. Siphorus beacons you closer, and you feel as though you are under a spell.

With a touch of your magic, the door is shut and locked. Your feet carry you closer to them, and Elow peaks at you, somehow both demure and debauched. He isn’t much smaller than Siphorus, really, but he looks tiny like this. He whispers a “Hi,” into your hand, kissing it gently. You return the sentiment, caressing his face. He squirms and whimpers, and you see his cock jump. “Oh, honey,” you coo, and pull him in for a sweet kiss. One of Siphorus’s hands tangles in your hair, while the other of the set is on Elow’s head, encouraging you two. He encourages you vocally too, his pleased throaty moans making your kiss turn feverish.

“Join us, master,” Siphorus implores you, a hand wandering down your thigh.

Behind the lust you feel for them, a sense of nervous insecurity rises when you go to take your clothes off. You pull off your outerwear, taking your time. Your demons must sense your hesitance, as they pull you between their intertwined forms, Elow at your back.

“Shh master, just focus on my hands,” Elow tells you, ever so sweet. His hands move along your breasts, kneading the flesh there. One rises up, covering your throat. He doesn’t apply any pressure, just holds his hand there. His thumb comes up to brush along your lips, and you take it into your mouth without a conscious thought, sucking and wrapping your tongue around it, an action that draws moans from both of your demons.

“Do not try to hide from us,” Siphorus’s voice is but an echoing growl, teeth pressing into your ear. “We can smell you, master. The air is thick with your want, let us serve you.” From where you rest on his torso, you can feel his hips moving, along with Elow’s hardness pressing against your lower back. You whimper around the thumb in your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Elow removes his hands, and you let out a pleading moan, not wanting them to stop.

“You have to tell us, master. Tell us what you want, and it’s yours, please,” Elow says, his voice a breath of a whisper.

“Yes, darling, just tell us,” Siphorus echoes the sentiment, and you feel dizzy with want.

“Please,” you breath out, “Please touch me. Take me,” you plead to them.

No sooner do the words leave your lips their hands wrap back around you. You push your butt back onto Elow’s pulsing cock, rolling against it. He whimpers out, and you can only imagine how full he must feel. You use your magic to take your clothes off, not wanting to break the contact with your lovers. Feeling them against your skin is worth any nervousness you may have been feeling. Siphorus captures your mouth in a kiss, and although you may be his master, it is clear who is in control. The press of his teeth to your lips has your hips jerking, and you’re sure they can both feel how wet you are perched on Siphorus’s muscular abdomen.

Siphorus’s hips are moving harder now, meeting Elow’s bouncing ass. A pair of Siphorus’s hands wrap around your hips and in one fluid motion, hovers you on top of his face. Your hands find his horns, steading yourself. He makes a loud, wounded noise at your grip, and Elow moans out at the particularly hard thrust that follows. You take that as a sign to loosen your hold, and pack his reaction away in the back of your mind for another day. You then look down and see Siphorus’s tongue, so very long and pink, seeking out your heat.

He suddenly growls, and flips you around so that you’re facing Elow, and his tongue presses into you. It stretches you and you feel it press against your walls, long enough that it can still curve to press to your clit. The sensations are overwhelming, and you cannot help but rock against them.

You get to watch Elow being fucked, and you meet his mouth in a frenzied kiss. Both of you are being held tight by Siphorus’s hands, being pleasured by him. The hands around Elow are thrusting him up and down, and the peek you get of Siphorus’s member has you clenching harder around his tongue. He laps up the wetness spilling from you as if he is starved, the noises coming from him sound as if he is tasting salvation. Elow acts much the same, drinking from your mouth as if it is the finest wine.

You feel all too much and not enough, and you wrap a hand around Elow’s cock. It’s hot and heavy in your grip, and Elow turns to putty, begging.

“Please don’t stop, please master,” he whines, high in his throat. Incoherent noises keep coming, and you assure him you won’t stop, pressing yourself further onto Siphorus.

“Not gonna stop honey, wanna make you feel good. Such a sweet demon, aren’t you? My sweet demon.” You praise him and his movements turn jerky. The noises leaving him become even more frantic and high pitched. He reaches a crescendo and spills into your hand, covering you in his thick white cum. You don’t stop until he is pulling away from your hand, a whimpering mess convulsing on your other demon's cock. Your other demon, who is now redoubling his assault against your cunt, seems close as well. You watch him tense up and with an animalistic grunt, fill up Elow with his seed. His tongue is still fucking into you, and the visual he and Elow provide is all that is needed to push you over the edge, tensing and jerking away as your climax leaves you breathless.

The three of you pull yourselves apart, you considerably more out of breath than your demons, who are much quicker to recover. Elow is behind you while Siphorus leans upright against the couch, stretching out his many muscles and preening before you. You let your eyes rake over him, and you feel desire bubbling in your skin.

His nostrils flare, and his eyes dig into you even harder, predatory. You feel your heart pound and you’re sure he can smell your want, just as he said.

“Oh, Lily, you think we are done with you?” Siphorus asks you, reaching over to tuck a sweat soaked strand of hair away from your face.

“I hope not,” you whisper out, ignoring how hot you feel your face getting. You gnaw on your lip, and feel Elow stretch his arms out. You lean into them, already feeling breathless.

“C’mere master, please? Can I have you this way?” He asks, tucking you to his front. One hand moves to rest on your throat while the other goes to your leg. You nod eagerly, letting him hoist your leg up as he nudges his member against your opening. He ruts against you before seating himself inside in one lazy thrust. All of your nerve endings are ablaze, and your hands wrap around his forearm, keeping his hand pressed against your neck. He keeps a slow pace, and molasses runs through your veins. The moans that leave you sound desperate, and you watch as Siphorus fists his cock, his other hands tweaking his nipples and moving up and down his body.

You can feel the magic he is putting off, and it’s as if his hands are touching you from where he is in front of you. He is content with watching this time, it seems.

“Deeper, Elow. Give it to her deeper.” Not just watching then, apparently. He is giving orders as well. You moan out as Elow follows his direction and presses deeper into you, an eager “Yes'' leaving his lips. A phantom hand, courtesy of Siphorus, is circling your clit. The slow but persistent pleasure had you throbbing and jerking back into Elows arms, the two of you overstimulated together in the best of ways. More phantom hands ghost over you and go to Elow, who lets out a whorish moan at the feeling.

“Good boy, just like that,” Siphorus praises and nods.

You whimpered and met his milky gaze, “You too darling, you’re such a good girl for us. Such a good little master, aren’t you?” he asks, his smirk downright predatory.

His words pull a noise out of you that you didn’t think you were capable of making. Between his words, phantom hands, and Elow’s deep movements massaging your inner walls, you don’t last long. You feel yourself tense again, sparks flying through your veins as you milk the cock nestled deep inside you. Siphorus is still talking to the two of you, praising you though you can’t make out the words. Elow finishes too, locking himself inside you as he fills you with his seed. He grunts and makes breathy sounds into your neck as he continues to fill you.The warmth of it has aftershocks rippling through you, and you lean your head back against his shoulder as the two of you enjoy your afterglow. He slips from you minutes later, and you feel his plentiful cum running down the inside of your thighs. You should feel a bit grossed out, but all you feel is sated and claimed.

Siphorus must have finished with you as well, since you feel tendrils of his magic cleaning you up. They run up and down your body, prompting you to further melt into them. Your eyes peek open and he is there, smiling and pressing his lips to your forehead. “Shh, let me get us comfortable,” he tells you, before conjuring up a nest of blankets and cushions for you, all with a subtle fiery scent. You and Elow don’t even have to move, all the better since you still very much feel boneless. If Elow’s soft and content noises are anything to go by, he feels the same. Siphorus nuzzles himself in, the three of you tangled together.

“May I admit something, my dearests?” he asks us, answered only with a humming affirmative.

“I- Well, I didn’t have to stay. I’ve been free to leave but I just really, really wanted to stay.” You had not heard him sound so vulnerable before, and you squeeze one of his hands. You’re surprised, but not upset by the news. If anything, it lifts a weight off of your shoulders.

“Pft, tell me something I did not already know,” Elow teases him, his eyes still closed and a smile on his face.

Siphorus sputters, taken aback, but it turns into hearty laughter.

“I’m glad you stayed,” you tell him, kissing him in your half - asleep state.

The blankets and content hum of magic in the air lull you to sleep, surrounded by your loves.

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bxllafanficc · 3 years

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Lady of mischief- Part five

Pairing: Loki x Greek!goddess f!reader

Summary: Asgard is having a change of power so there are several events Loki has to get right before he can announce victory against his brother as the next king. But one lady’s approval will change the whole outcome if the stakes are right. That lady is you, intended heir to the throne of Olympus but tied down to a marriage of convenience with one of the princes of Asgard. The prince you choose to marry will be the next king but you refuse to let yourself be a pawn in this game for power. Loki, with his intentions to take you as his queen has far greater reason to marry you than just for the reason of being king. You however, would rather cut off your left arm than exposing yourself for the fact that there’s another purpose besides Loki getting a throne to sit on.

One week later and you found yourself at a sea cliff on Asgard’s largest known bay. You’d brought Henna with you, just like every other day since you got officially banished. Now you couldn’t stand being in the castle and spent almost every waking hour in the city, avoiding the royal family at all cost. Odin even demanded you ate breakfast with them since you were an honored guest but of course you never showed.

Zeus left the day after the banquet and not a word from your parents. They probably didn’t even blink the second he told them their daughter had been locked in with an entire castle of self-centered gods.

“Gods are assholes!” You threw a rock at the size of a basketball into the water and glared at the splash, secretly hoping your father Poseidon would sense it and feel guilt. That was impossible, of course. A Greek god holds no power at the realm of Norse gods.

“My lady, you’re a god.” Henna stayed seated at a comfy rock she found the first day coming to the cliff. She said it was the perfect fit for her to relax her always perfect posture without sloping. You always told her you don’t care if she sloped at non-formal occasions.

“Yes, Henna. Me included.” You were just surprised she didn’t faint because you used such a mundane word, a thing you picked up from the humans on a visit once.

“I can’t stop thinking about what I said to the prince. It was a decade ago, yes, but he still remembers it. Probably thinks about it every time he sees me!” You tried to concentrate on the real reason you were here. To practice. You’d never win anyone’s respect if you couldn’t control your powers. You started with the hardest, the sea; a force that doesn’t want to be tamed.

A pulsing body of water drove up from the sea and flew in front of you. The goal was to force it into a perfect shaped globe, forcing the sea to obey so thoroughly. To your luck the liquid started obeying your wish when you put all your concentration to use. Almost a solid globe. You’d only need a few more seconds to-

“And I’ve already said you should apologize to him. Who knows, you two might hug it out and the next thing you know you wake up naked in his chambers the next day.”

The almost globe burst into millions of droplets and salt burned in your eyes at the shock. Your vision blurred out and you coughed on the water that went down your airways. Heat went to your cheeks and you looked down at your soaked clothes.

“Goodness, Henna! You’ve spent too much time with the Asgardian maids.

You can’t say stuff like that!” Your voice was still faint from the couching as you scolded her. You had to put your focus to use once again to extract the water into fine droplets hanging midair in front of you. The dress was far too pretty to get stained with saltwater. The jewelry looked surreal in the light the dress radiated. Every thread of the fabric seemed to be created of pure shining starlight or liquid diamond. The dress held the beauty of a thousand stars.

No one knew where it appeared from, however. You had your own guess, of course. It laid neatly folded on your work desk one afternoon and if it was the first born prince, he would’ve left some grand note with it as well. The dress just laid there in absence of anyone claiming the rights. An apology for sure.

“Well, you said asshole if I’m not mistaken.” There it was. Henna cleared her throat as a sign to drop the subject but you knew she had a big smirk on her lips. You didn’t want to turn around to confirm it.

“Let’s try again, my lady. Why don’t you try claiming the entire wave coming right there?”

You analyzed the wave and realized what Henna was asking. The size of it was huge and it would surely crash into the cliff side underneath you. Your job was to stop that impact and lift it up to your level.

It was dead silent as you waited for the wave to arrive. With a last big engaging try you felt the power of the sea surging through you. Blocking the impact of the wave lashing itself forwards was similar feeling to getting that same wave right in the face like a wall of bricks. But it was not in vain. The water started to rise to the cliff you stood on and you had to replace your feet for a better stance. Every second the sea threatened to leash out of your hold.

“How mighty.” A soothing voice, yet laced with viciousness, appeared only a hot breath away from your ear and you screamed.

The scent of new books hit you too late and the wave had already been unleashed on the threat behind you. The water had devided around your frame, covering Henna and Loki from head to toe in seawater without showing mercy. The sea held no mercy. Right…

A moment of silence and Loki still had his eyes tightly shut, his entire body frozen in place. He’d been less than an inch from you and you hadn’t noticed. He was still less than an inch from your bodies touching.

He slowly went to wipe one of his eyes clean of water and tasted the layer of salt glancing his lips. You cursed yourself for noticing the shameful way his tongue swiped across his bottom lip. Did he take the warm weather with him somehow or why was it suddenly growing hot again? And why did he look so different with the drenched clothes hugging his frame, hair slicked back. The dripping from the each strand fell and caressed the heavy outline of his collarbones.

What were you even thinking about. He must’ve done something. A spell of some sort.

“That was unnecessary.” He said it as simple as ever and it made you grit your teeth.

Stop staring at his abs, dammit!, you thought.

It had to be a spell. This couldn’t be real.

“Why are you here?” You weren’t prepared for this. He was supposed to be on a mandatory meeting right now. Did he just right up ditch that?

“You’re no fun… I came with a proposition.”

“Of what sorts?” You eyed him with careful detail, trying to sense a trick of some sort. His gaze lingered on your appearance a little too long from what seemed appropriate. It was a thorough scan up and down and the soul behind the eyes held a strange glow. Of course he was shocked you wore the dress he bought.

“We can teach each other things. You tell me stories and history of the Ancient Greece, your kind’s gracious era and I teach you illusion magic.” He could tell your raised eyebrow was a sense of confusion. “Like, combining water and light into something entirely new. I’ll teach you how to conjure spells-“

“Like the one you’re doing now?” It just slipped out of you and it was too late to ignore. It was now his turn to look confused. The tip of his tongue came out once again to wipe off some salt and you looked away.

“What?” He asked.

“Whaaat?” You repeated along with a dumb giggle you had no idea where it came from. The already tight fabric of Loki’s shirt was riding up from the wet fabric rolling itself up. You really did try not to think about how the pearls of droplets looked like glitter in the sun on his toned stomach, but realized that you already failed. You swallowed a hot lump of dryness that caught in your throat.

So no spell then?

Loki sighed and cracked a tense muscle in his neck, a green light drying him and his clothes from bottom and up in a matter of a second (Henna remained drenched).

“Just say no quickly, there’s no reason to drag it out. I’ll leave you be when you’ve answered.” You bit your bottom lip and actually took a moment to think about it.

“Actually, it doesn’t sound too awful. But don’t you already know everything about my realm there is to know?” That earned a genuine smile from him and you thought about how that was a rare sight.

“You’d be surprised of how understocked Asgard’s library is when it comes to your history, your highness.”

“And stop calling me that! It’s weird. You never did it before so why do it now?”

“I thought you disliked me being informal.”

“Oh do shut up!”

Loki laughed and nodded in agreement. It was just then you realized how you were still inappropriately close to him and how his breath smelled of something sweet. Something brushed past your hand and Loki retracted his own with a flinch and an apologetic look.

“I’m s-“ Loki started but Henna’s loud cough and pointed glare.

“Wait!”

“Yes?”

“I don’t… I don’t find you disgusting.” You watched his expression and expected him to get upset but nothing in his body language seemed tense. If anything, his jaw and shoulders seemingly dropped.

“That’s like the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” His chuckle was bright but your gut still twisted in shame.

“No but like, I don’t find your touch disgusting. I never did, actually-“ The amount of truth you entrusted this man with was almost too much. The words were so tense on the way out that you started coughing.

“Then why did you-“

“I don’t know! No more questions though. All I know is that it was far from unpleasant and that’s all you need to know for now.” Loki raised his eyebrow, lips slightly parted. You understood you’d talked before your brain caught up with you again.

“No, that came out wrong. But you know what I mean!” Your hands fiddled on the edges of the dress, only to flatten out the fabric right after. The dry lump just couldn’t seem to go down.

“Oh I sure do… And I agree with you on how we speak to each other. I hate speaking to you formally! It doesn’t sit right for me especially. Then I wouldn’t be able to say the stuff I actually want.”

“Like what?” You regretted asking immediately but couldn’t bring yourself to step back as he leaned in.

Lips brushed against your earlobe and his scent was all up in your world, along with the surreal warmth that always seemed to follow him.

“That dress looks absolutely ravishing on you, (Y/n). I never thought you’d wear it to be honest. We’re you really planning on fleeing the castle on such an occasion and not letting me see any of the beauty?” His voice turned low again and the always present rasp seemed extra present today.

The dry lump finally went down.

“You could’ve gifted it to someone else if you wanted to see the dress on an actual body instead of a hanger.”

A low rumbling came from his chest and erupted in his throat. It took you a moment to realize that the sound was a chuckle.

“See, I don’t think that’s true. Yes, any person could wear it, but I can’t think of anyone else who could wear one of the most beautiful things crafted ever and the most beautiful thing in the room would still remain the person in it.”

You couldn’t move your body. It was frozen in place even though the blood in your veins was literally boiling. You were almost thankful that he was so close. That way he wouldn’t see your red cheeks.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Why would I lie about it? Meet me in the library tomorrow after breakfast. I look forward to our time together.”

(A/N: Hi! Don’t hesitate to comment on each chapter what you thought about it/if you liked it since that keeps me motivated to keep writing. Also reblog so my story reaches a wider audience, if you really liked it! Your support is much appreciated. Also let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for this series. Have a good day, lovelies!)

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chaoticfandomcat · 2 years

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Nobody... Knows...?

@wolfcamellias THE FINAL INSTALLMENT FROM THIS AND THIS That was unintentional but I had an idea and it happened. But also this is different from the other two styles. This one is written kind of like they are talking in discord but it’s not discord. I could not tell you what it is. Also 3 different fic things in one day let’s go (ง'̀-'́)ง oh and! Happy Valentines Day! :D and I hope you feel better soon since I saw you were under the weather. Maybe this can give a few laughs ヾ(•ω•`)o (Around 1k words give or take. The usernames had no rhyme or reason they were written as I thought about them.)

AteTheCheese: I’m sending this message so everyone can remember this is the one WITHOUT OUR PROFESSOR

AllByMyself: It was a beautiful train wreck at being able to see one of you react to that IRL

BeautifulDreamer: Please delete the photo

AllByMyself: No.

JUUUICE: Okay okay now that we have the correct group chat. The topic?

MotherOf: Are we going back to the DILF vs GILF talk.

LordAlmighty: NO. NOT AGAIN

Chicken: youre only saying no because then youd have to explain

LordAlmighty: I PLEAD THE 5th

AngstAngst: WE’RE IN CHINA

AppleCranberries: Okay guys if we’re done trying to force them to talk over text, btw I have a key to that dorm building hint hint, the topic?

AngstAngst: Why are we doing this over text and not just meeting up?

LordAlmighty: I’m not dealing with campus police again.

AngstAngst: Oh yeah.

Laughterof1000Suns: I can’t believe they called the police on us. We weren’t THAT loud

AteTheCheese: Someone said they heard us across campus.

Laughterof1000Suns: Oh yeah

JUUUICE: ANYWAY. TOPIC. Are we still on the crown?

MotherOf: No I think we can move past that

AppleCranberries: I’m not having campus police called from me yelling out in frustration or otherwise

CriedARiver: I mean the crown itself was just a tool anyway. We could dive into the part about. Ya know. How it was used?

Singing: What about the whole Monkey being evil talk?

Laughterof1000Suns: I meaaaaaaannnnn was he?

Bubbles: no

Soup: yes

Laughterof1000Suns: I fear how fast those two answered

Soap: Anyway.

Soup: Still hate that you stole my nickname

Soap: YOU SPELLED IT WRONG NOT MY FAULT. Anyway. Usual roles with the yes and no?

LordAlmighty: On it. DM me your side I’ll put it.

BabySusJesus: I’m surprised you stayed awake I was ready to have to do it

LordAlmighty: LOOK IT WAS FINALES OKAY? Anyway help me with the roles I’ll VC you

BabySusJesus: Kay.

AteTheCheese: Now that THAT is done. Would Soup and Bubbles like to start?

Bubbles: I call dibs!

Soup: I call-DAMMIT

Bubbles: Seriously though? What makes you think he’s evil? He was a trickster at worst and a literal monkey in any other sense.

Soup: Look the concept of good and evil is complicated.

Bubbles: Ok.

Soup:… Also look, okay. Listen.

Soup: He obviously had learned things from Master Puti right? Like people or at least A person had told him some right and wrong with humans yeah?

Soup: I’m guessing people are letting me go on. Right that’s weird. ANYWAY. Earlier on with the whole water curtain cave and all it was just monkey monkey and more monkey. But then he went out and ~*explored*~

Soup: Still with me? Okay. So he knew some of the other rules. He was CHOOSING to ignore those rules because HE did not see them as important. I’m not saying he didn’t change by the end just he was kind of evil to start with.

Soup: Okay that’s my big piece. Bubbles GO

Bubbles: I’m a pokemon now I see how it is.

Soup: soon

Bubbles: Ominous message aside. I accept your point of him choosing to ignore some rules but, it’s not like he ever went out of his way to break them????

Bubbles: 80% of his character literally was just “I’ma do a thing” with everyone else more or less going “NO” and it was all just. I mean basically to everyone but himself harmless.

Bubbles: and before someone mentions the fighting thing, they would attack first THEN he would. Everyone was tryinig to eat the monk on the journey so none of those attack first count

Soup: tryinig

LordAlmighty: Put it in the other thread for later.

Bubbles: im doomed. Very doomed. May my last words be this.

Bubbles: MONKEY KING DID NOTZHING W@RONG

GURL: He really went and wrote his own tombstone. Spelling and all.

Soup: ignoring the obvious joke. I saw another name p sure

BringBackT: I wanted to add to Bubbles argument? Cool to take a turn?

LordAlmighty: Yeah I think you can step in

BringBackT: So. A lot of what the monkey king did wrong was just. The same as telling a child don’t touch a thing and then never saying why. They are going to touch the thing.

BringBackT: any of the obvious “this is wrong” was usually like Bubbles said, basic things. Not good in the long run but not the “stole your dog and ran” kind of things. Eating the peaches, drinking the wine, showing off the transformations. All not good very bad. But he also realized that literally after he did it

BringBackT: Or at least in the transformations he suffered the consequences right away

BringBackT: But otherwise all the other, worse, things like killing those humans was either the very start who attacked them first or just all demons.

MAYAHIII: can I interject to help on Soup’s side?

BabySusJesus: T, you got anything else youre burning to add?

BringBackT: No they can go

MAYAHIII: There is the big point of he might have just killed humans for even just slighting him. Like we have no confirmation from before the journey that he wouldn’t have just gotten rid of any humans or otherwise that even might of accidentally slighted somehow

MAYAHIII: Like you can still count it as evil

AteTheCheese: I know I am joining in a little weirdly but does that still count as evil if from where hes at/from no one else would either?

AteTheCheese: like sure killing another human, ignoring any kind of reasoning, base line is. Bad. But he was, is a monkey.

AteTheCheese: Can we even apply those before he gets to the journey?

LordAlmighty: and topic is lost. Alright talk over. Good job guys.

BabySusJesus: One day we needa just. Have a chaos chat.

LordAlmighty: Do you not remember

BackFromTheDead: I got my username from that incident!

LurkedTooLong: There are many nicknames from that incident. We have it saved and recorded and locked in a safe

LordAlmighty: We do not speak of The Chat. Okay but I have class, so do the other mods/admins I can trust not to lead the chat to twitch style anarchy so if you gonna talk don’t do it here

BabySusJesus: ANARCHY!!!!!!!!!!!!

LordAlmighty: They won’t be back for awhile.

LurkedTooLong: Never in my life have I seen a mute faster than that.

#Lego Monkie Kid #LMK #Sun Wukong #JttW:DC #Valleys AU #Kat Writes #My Writing #I bang my head against the wall. I like this one but also feel like it's not that good #I had fun with the usernames can you tell?#Anyway happy v-day to everyone/single awareness day #Make sure you get your discount chocolate tomorrow because that some good chocolate

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outivv · 3 years

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SBCUVBHFD- So,,, The Boys' crush who just makes it their daily mission to tease the hell out them. Like constantly hugging them from behind, kissing their hand, telling them they look handsome, often kissing their ear from behind then running out, etc. They'll even say," Hurry up and kiss me you handsome bastard." They basically just have no shame when it comes to The Boys.

Synopsis: y/n constantly teasing the tall boys + Scaramouche (because I’m in that kinda mood today, ok? 🥲)

Warnings: I cure once in Dainsleifs part, also probably a lot of grammar, and spelling mistakes this is a long one and I didn’t proofread it :’)

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: Diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, Dainsleif, and Scaramouche (I hope it was ok that I added Scaramouche!)

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello! Thank you for requesting! I’m extremely tired because I just got my first shot of the covid vaccine, but I was in a desperate need to write fluff, so fr thank you for requesting ☺️! I’ve got a slight Scaramouche brainrot right now, so I added him in the headcanons if that’s alright! But, aside from that I hope you enjoy, and remember to take care of yourself! Drink water, eat something if you haven’t yet, or take a nap!

— zhongli —

The first few times you go out of your way to tease zhongli, he’s definitely taken aback before saying something like, “ah... can I help you?” He genuinely thought that you may need something, but you only shook your head and hugged him. He wasn’t going to deny you of your wishes that’s for sure, so he wrapped his arms around you.

He’s definitely a bit flustered every time you tease him, but will try to stay composed. He’s never going to say no to you if you want a hug, or just some attention. While you’re not dating it’s definitely going to seem like you are.

He loves when you call him handsome. He can’t comprehend how much he loves it. He’ll typically smile, and say, “thank you Y/n you look beautiful/handsome/ amazing yourself.”

He really likes when you comment on his eyes. That is something that he loves. It’s difficult to explain my reasoning, but zhongli finds eyes attractive, like it’s something that he thinks is just really pretty on people. And I will frequently gaze at your eyes from afar. So when you compliment his eyes he gets super happy :)

Hates it when you run away from him after teasing him. He hates it but finds it cute at the same time. He thinks if you’re really that bold to tease him, why not stay for a bit? Surely you’re not shy? You just complimented his eyes, how could you run away from him?

When you say “kiss me you handsome bastard.” His reaction could go one of two ways. Either he’s like, “y/n! Eh hem... that... right.” While blushing profusely. Or he’ll smile a bit chuckling, and may even take you up on the opportunity. If all depends on when you say something like that. If he’s jut used to your teasing remarks then yeah he’s going to be shocked, but if he is used to it then he’ll slightly brush it off.

— childe —

Hmm... he views your teasing as a competition. But he loses every time. He’ll try his hardest, but you tease him a little bit too much and he will melt on the spot.

He’s a pretty touchy guy himself, so he doesn’t mind when you back hug him, but if he’s around some fellow harbingers he’s going to be a bit more... stiff? No... a better word is agitated. He needs to keep up a bit of an image around them, so he’s going to be pretty upset when you try to tease him.

I think he likes when you kiss his hands the most. He feels almost... sad though? His hands have dealt so much bloodshed, and you’re kissing them? Do you know what he’s done? Who he’s killed. Just so he can be alive... and in this moment with you. It makes him have a melancholy feeling, but he can’t get enough of it.

Childe craves for you to call him pretty, handsome, or just attractive. He actually likes being called pretty the most. It makes him so flustered because he’s like, “me? Pretty? ...really?” And when you nod and say, “yes you dork, I’m talking about you! You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever met.” In a teasing tone. He gets all giddy and happy. He feels like a twelve year old who’s crush just told him that they liked him. And he loves it.

Don’t even try to run away from him. He’ll catch up. And when he does. You won’t escape the cheesy pick up lines. He knows they’re cheesy, and that’s the whole point. He knows they’re stupid, and that’s why he saves them for this event specifically.

He chuckles when you say “kiss me you tall handsome bastard.” Really? You think he’s tall? Well that added a bit to his ego. He’s chuckling but he knows that he looks as red as a tomato right now. He knows how hard he’s blushing, but he doesn’t care.

— kaeya —

Also someone who views it as a competition. But he takes it seriously. He’ll get flustered a decent amount, but you have to do things very precisely. If he teases you first, then you gotta come back 10x stronger than he was. And he’ll be blushing while trying to brush it off as best as possible. He typically isn’t prepared for you to tease him back, so it’s an easy way to win.

Loves hugs. It’s so sweet and innocent, and it makes Kaeya all soft. It’s a small break from work, his past, the world, just everything. Your arms are his safe space, and he frequently visits.

I don’t care what you say he loves when you kiss bear his eyepatch. His right side is his blind spot, so you being on the right side of him means that he trusts you. So having you near his eyepatch really shows how much he trusts you. Plus whether you know what he’s hiding under that eyepatch or not doesn’t matter, it shows that you don’t care and still love him whenever you kiss near it.

I think he kinda likes being called handsome. Like... how do I explain without fueling this mans ego. He knows. Others have told him how handsome he is. Now calling him pretty, or gorgeous? Loves it. He hasn’t been told that he’s pretty very much, so it’ll make him a little flustered. And it makes him feel super happy :)

Doesn’t care if you run away from him. You can try of course, but he’ll find you eventually. He’s going to stall for time, because he probably knows where you are, but just wants you to get all anxious. Not in a bad way of course, but in a way of “you know that he’s going to tease you relentlessly, and make fun of you a little bit.” I mean Kaeya will literally laugh at how you ran away so quickly from him. He’ll do it. Don’t test him. He doesn’t mean any harm from it, but does like teasing you.

Saying something like “kiss me already you handsome bastard” will only make him raise an eyebrow and say, “oh? Why not kiss me yourself?” Which it’s up to you to decide what to do from here. I’m not helping you, that’s on you >:)

— Diluc —

Help this poor man. He just wants to admire you from afar and tell you how amazing you look, not being so flustered he feels too nervous to talk! Almost everything gets him flustered, but he’ll get used to it after a while.

He really likes when you quickly kiss his forehead, and then go back to what you were doing or just keep talking. It makes him think for a second, but he really likes it.

He really likes when you just grab onto his arm, or hand out of nowhere. He knows it’s to tease him, but feels like he’s protecting you in a way, especially if you’re in a crowd of people. He’ll feel a little bit of pride swell up in his chest, which it’s your choice to tease him for his sudden change in confidence or not. Either way he’ll have a slight blush dusting his cheeks.

He gets so flustered when you call him handsome. Especially if you call him pretty, or anything else. Handsome is the term he’s most familiar with I guess, but pretty??? Oh boy, that’s new. A good new? Yeah definitely.

When you run away from him he’ll be a little sad, but then realize he can just catch up to you. Which he will, but he doesn’t know what to do once he actually does. He’ll probably just stare at you, and say something like, “why’d you run away” while panting like a dog. Hey just because he can run fast doesn’t mean he didn’t work really hard to catch up to you. Especially if you ran a long ways, or if you can run fast.

When you say stuff like “kiss me already you handsome bastard” he’ll be decently flustered, but depending on where you are, he’ll either kiss you on the cheek, or say “later.” And then move on. He does keep his promise though.

— Dainsleif —

Help this poor man pt 2. He doesn’t know what to do, or how to react. Should he tease you back? Should he let himself be flustered? Dammit what should he do!

Dainsleifloves subtle touches, he loves when you hold onto his hand, or brush some hair out of his face. Maybe even a little peck on the cheek. He knows that isn’t really teasing but still!

Absolutely goes soft if you touch his right arm. Treating it with such care, even though to him it looks like an eyesore. He never thought about looking at it differently, the blue veins shimmering under your touch is a gentle reminder of how he’s here today.

He loves being called handsome, pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, just everything. He loves it all. He lowkey craves your attention, but doesn’t want to ask for it, so when you call him pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ etc it makes him feel supper soft and happy.

He didn’t understand why you run away from him. I mean you’ve gotta come back eventually, you left all your travel gear/stuff with him! And those are all important things might I add. Plus you left Dainsleif standing there by himself. Another important thing you forgot as you ran away.

Calling him a handsome bastard as is makes him flustered, but adding a ‘kiss me already’ before that?! Wow this man is just putty in your arms. Doesn’t know what to do other than... fill out your request. Don’t doubt him. He’ll do it.

— Scaramouche —

This man couldn’t give to flying f- oh what’s that? Giving him attention, and love that he really wants from you but flat out doesn’t know how to ask and didn’t want to seem weak? Yeah he’ll take that thank you. :D

He’s a bit all over the place when you tease him. He’s very conflicted. Because, home one side of him wants that attention, what if the other harbingers find out? What if you’re just messing with him? He’s gotta keep up an image you know.

While he’s very conflicted on how he feels about your affection, he does know one thing. He loves when you back hug him. Whether you’re taller than him, shorter, or same height, he loves it. If anyone who’s a lower rank than him tries to say anything, he’ll give them a death glare, and make a mental note for later.

He’ll subconsciously tear you a bit by wrapping a arm around you. It’s a weird way of saying “I’ve got a crush on them to if anyone says anything to hurt them, or if you try to hit on them I’ll personally murder you.” To other people without... saying that. Though he would say that, that’s not my point.

He has a weird relationship with being called pretty/handsome/etc. like it makes him feel happy and flusters him, but he’s also like “no I’m not. Me? Pretty? No. Flat out no.” He can’t just take the compliment.

Hahaha try to run away from him. I dare you. You brought this upon yourself when you said he had gorgeous eyes (he does but not the point!) so you better except your fate now. He’s either going to force you to say it again, or dare you to say it again.

Hated when you said “kiss me you handsome bastard” he hates it. But only because it made him want to kiss you more than he already did. So... that was mildly annoying to him, but it’s fine he lowkey loves you.

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hockey-hoe-24-7 · 4 years

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4 times you were a tease + 1 time he didn’t let you get away with it, feat. Frederik Andersen

Warnings: Smut, Edging, Teasing, Light bondage, Dom Freddie, Didn’t really spell check, the end is rushed cause I was over it. So this kind of sucks.

Length: 4.0k

You wouldn’t actually call yourself a tease. It wasn’t, like, a personality trait. But you would admit that you loved teasing your boyfriend.

Starting goalie for the Toronto Maple Leafs, Frederik Andersen was the quintessential strong silent type, known for his calming presence in the net and out of it. The rare moments he did let his temper show, it was a shock to most. As his girlfriend, you had witnessed that temper than most others, but not often. He had confided in you that it had taken him a long time to reign in his anger and you respected that, were proud of him for it.

The place you really wanted him to let go, though, was in the bedroom. You had only been dating for 6 months, sleeping together for 5 and you could tell he was holding back sexually. Whether it be his size or for fear of hurting or scaring you in some way, you weren’t sure. The sex was absolutely amazing...but there was something missing.

You planned on addressing that.

“Babe, are you ready?” Freddie’s voice echoed through the hallways of his apartment to where you stood in his master bathroom, putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

“Yeah, can you come help me for a second?” You called back. You hear his heavy footsteps on the wood floors before he appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, looking fan-fucking-tastic in a navy blue suit. His eyebrows popped when he saw you standing at the mirror in only a black lace bra and a matching thong, hair and makeup done to the nines.

Uncapping a tube of deep red lipstick, you took your time applying it, very aware that he was watching your every move with rapt attention. He had always loved your mouth. After a very drawn out lipstick application, you capped it, set it down on the marble counter, and reached for your dress hanging on the door in a dry cleaner bag.

You made a point of ignoring Freddie as he continued to watch all your movements. You bent over, brushing your hair casually over your shoulder to give him an unobstructed view of your cleavage. You caught him shifting out of the corner of your eye, his arms crossing over his chest and his body leaning against the doorframe.

You slowly pulled the dress up your legs, letting him enjoy the show...and so you wouldn’t tear it because it was a very expensive dress and you happened to really like it.

When you got to your hips, you shimmied a bit and you saw him twitch, as if he only just restrained himself from moving toward you. Once you had the dress over your hips, you raised your head and looked at him innocently.

“Help me with the zipper?” With that, you turned your back on him and waited, subtly watching him in the mirror. His face was serious as he stepped forward and slowly moved to stand behind you, the heat of him flush against the bare skin of your back. Instead of going straight to the zipper of your dress, his hands settled at your bares shoulders and wandered slowly down your spine before cradling your hips. You shuddered and heard his inhale sharply before he pulled you back against his chest and buried his face in your neck, laying a hot open mouthed kiss to your throat. Groaning, your eyes fluttered shut and you let your head fall to the side for him.

When you felt his fingers inch under the waistband of your thong, your eyes snapped open and you stepped out of his grip. Looking over your shoulder, you almost laughed aloud at his surprised expression. “Zipper.” His beautiful face fell into a pout, but he did as instructed, leaving one chaste kiss on your exposed shoulder. With that, you brushed past him and made for the door, not even sparing him a glance as he mumbled something in Danish and skulked after you.

II.

The charity event had been a blast for many reasons. It was always fun to hang out with the other players and their SOs.

You also had ample chance to tease your boyfriend.

Light touches throughout the evening, leaning back against him when talking to other people, pressing your chest flush to his when you needed to pass by him. Like all the other players, he was expected to be social tonight so he couldn’t just drag you to the bathroom and fuck you, but you could tell he was beginning to lose patience.

Unfortunately, before he could take you home and fuck the hell out of you, the two of you were invited out for a teammate’s birthday and ended up staying out until nearly 3:30 am. Both of you had been too exhausted to do much of anything when you got home. You had barely gotten your dress and makeup off before passing out.

Now, the next day, you woke up by yourself, the bed noticeably colder without Freddie next to you. Patting around the bed, you eventually found your phone and checked the time. 11:15 am. Damn. You had really slept in. You were meeting your mom for lunch and shopping at 12. That worked out perfectly.

Making quick work of a shower, make up and changing into something clean, you sauntered out to find your boyfriend sitting on the couch, playing video games.

Walking up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and nuzzled your face into his neck, savoring the warmth and familiar smell of him. You wish you had woken up sooner so you could stay exactly like this for a few more hours.

“Morning, min elskede,” he rumbled, turning to press a kiss to your temple. “Heading out soon?” You made a sound of confirmation against the fabric of his hoodie. Pulling your head up to rest your chin on his shoulder, you watched him play for a few seconds. “Can they hear me?” You asked. “Yeah,” he answered distractedly. He wasn’t particularly good at video games, but he was getting better.

Pressing your face back into his neck, you let your lips only just graze the dribbled skin there. He inhaled sharply and went rigid. His hands stilling on the controller. “Think you can stay quiet?” You murmured against the shell of his ear. He didn’t answer so you moved your hands down the broad width of his chest until you reached the band of his sweatpants. Hesitating a long second, you reached down - not very easily because he was so damn tall - and palmed his cock. He let out a streak of curses and instinctively bucked his hips against your grip. You reminded him that you had an audience with a “ssshhhhh” against the shell of his ear. You felt his jaw tense against the side of your head as you let your fingers slowly massage his cock, which was growing harder and harder against your hand. When you loosened your grip, his own hand slapped over yours, forcing your fingers to tighten. You nipped his ear in retaliation and he sucked in another right breath, his hips jackknifing nearly off the couch.

Just as quick as you had started, you pulled away. “Shit, I’m late.” Which wasn’t actually a lie. Freddie looked at you furiously and you thought you had him this time. He certainly looked like he was ready to pull you over the couch and fuck you raw. But much to your chagrin, he took a deep breath and looked away, his body still pulled right with anticipation.

Dammit. The cool,calm and collected had won again.

“Have fun,” he all but snarled at you. “Tell your mom hello.” Ignoring the pang of irritation, you kissed the top of his head and snatched up your purse.

III.

You ended up spending the entire day with your mom, grabbing lunch, walking up and down the streets of Toronto, stopping into different shops, etc. You had a dinner tonight with Freddie and some other couples on the team, so you stopped by your own apartment to get ready. You were already pushing it with the time so you told Freddie to come pick you up instead of going to his place first.

An hour later, there was a rapping at your door. Giving yourself a final once over in the mirror, you opened the door to see Freddie looking as gorgeous as ever in another well tailored suit. He went completely still as he took you in. Whereas the dress you had worn to the charity event had been elegant and sexy in an understated way, this dress was more of a smack-you-in-the-face, grab-you-by-the-dick kind of sexy. Short and figuring hugging, it fit you like a second skin and made you feel like a goddess.

“Ready?” You asked nonchalantly. As you made to brush past him, his hand was suddenly at your elbow and he was hauling you back until your body met the open door. You grunted in surprise, but it was short lived as Freddie pressed his body against yours, dwarfing you even in your four inch heels. Hands framing your head, he pressed you back until you had to crane your neck to meet his gaze.

“I know what you’re doing,” he growled down at you. You could barely hold in your gasp as he pushed his knee up between your legs, the fabric of his dress pants coarse against the bare skin of your thighs. “And you need to watch it, little girl. It won’t end well for you.” A burst of heat in your belly and you were immediately wet.

You could have given in, let him have you right there in the hallway of your apartment building, let him release all that isn’t up frustration you knew he was keeping from you. You could feel it like like a pulse beneath his skin and a deep part of you screamed out for it. Instead, you mustered every ounce of willpower you had to rise onto your tiptoes and murmur against his lips, “I have no idea what you are talking about.” A soft peck and you were wiggling out of his grip and sauntering down the hallway, an extra swing in your hips.

IV.

The entire car ride to the restaurant, Freddie had his hand dangerously high on your thigh, his fingers nearly wrapping completely around your leg. You always loved his hands. Whether they were holding your hands, holding your leg, or holding your throat, you loved them. Now, you let your fingers toy with his, an absentminded display of intimacy you had both grown to enjoy.

When you reached the restaurant, Freddie rounded the car to open the door for you and help you out. You in made sure he got a nice view of your legs as you took your time stepping out of the car. Aware that people were staring, he kept an arm tight around your waist as he ushered you into the restaurant and toward the table the other couples were already seated at. It was Mitch who let out a good hearted wolf whistle and Steph who pinched him, even though she was smiling too. She stood up to greet you, arms open. “Damn, Y/N, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were single in that dress.” You laughed and embraced her.

The dinner was delicious, as usual, and the wine was making you all warm and fuzzy inside. As planned, Freddie couldn’t keep his hands off of you all night, from wrapping his arm around your shoulders to stroking his hand up and down your leg. After an hour or so, you excused yourself to use the restroom. Seeing the bathroom hallway and the women’s bathroom were empty, you took out your phone and furiously texted your boyfriend to meet you ASAP. He was at your side in less than 15 seconds, looking so concerned you almost felt bad for what you we’re about to do. Almost.

“Y/N, what’s—“

Grabbing him by the front of his jacket, you dragged him into the women’s bathroom, shoving him up against the door once it was closed. Standing as far as you could on your tiptoes, you threw your arms around his neck and crushed your mouth onto his. It took him no time to respond instinctively, his mouth slanting over yours and his hands clapping over your hips. He lifted you like you weighed nothing and you wrapped your legs tight around his hips. He crossed the small bathroom in three long strides until he could set you on the sink counter. His hands thrust into your hair, moving your head to suit his needs. You bit his bottom lip and he groaned deep in reply, giving your hair a sharp yank. Tightening your grip around his neck, you pulled until he palmed your ass and pulled you closer to the edge of the sink, bending your body back and against his own until you could feel every taut muscle in his chest. One large hand was then running down your thigh and back up beneath your dress. You gasped into his mouth when we pushed two fingers slowly inside of you. He bit hard on your bottom lip, as if reminding you to not stop kissing him. Just as you were slipping your hands under his shirt, a loud burst of male laughter from the hallway startled you both. Freddie leapt always from you, struggling to catch his breath, his cock straining against his dress pants. You put a hand to your chest, trying to catch your own breath.

You didn’t blame him for his reaction. He had a reputation to uphold here. One that didn’t include breaking a sink while fucking his girlfriend in the bathroom of an upscale restaurant. As you straightened your hair, he was suddenly on top of you again, clenching your chin in his hand and forcing your head back to meet his gaze. “We’re finishing this tonight.” An order. You took a deep breath. “You know I’m meeting some out of town friends after this. I haven’t see them in 5 months.” Freddie’s expression was murderous and, for a small moment, you wondered if you had gone too far. But then he was leaning forward until you were nearly nose to nose. "You are going to pay for this." And then he was turning around and stalking out of the bathroom, nearly breaking the door in half. You gave yourself a few more seconds to compose yourself before following him back to the table.

You ended up staying out until 3 am with your out of town friends and crashing at the apartment on an in town friend,having gotten too drunk to navigate your route home. You had shot Freddie a quick text explaining the situation and gotten a simple “ok” in response. Not abnormal for him. But you could practically feel his frustration through the phone. Good.

When you did finally make your way back to his apartment around 9 am the next morning, it was to hear the shower going in his room. Shedding your own clothes, you took a long moment to admire the view of him standing beneath the shower head, rivulets of water running across the plains of his skin, the crevices of his muscles. You could stare at him for hours, but you were beginning to shiver. Knocking on the glass door to alert him to your presence, your heart twittered when he smiled softly and stepped back to make room for you. Stepping beneath the spray, you shivered as your body adjusted to the new temperature. The two of you showered in a comfortable silence and you found yourself being done before he was. He was definitely more of a leisurely showerer when he was at home.

Before you stepped out of the shower, you pushed yourself as far up on your tiptoes as you could go and placed a long, wet kiss to the strong column of his throat. He groaned and let his head fall back, his hands skimming down your sides to your hips. As he began to pull you tighter into him, you stepped out of his grip. Looking up at him, you almost laughed at his expression.

“I’m all done.” A kiss to the center of his chest and you were stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel and heading back to the bedroom. You hadn’t even stepped into the bedroom before you heard the shower turn off and Fred’s feet hitting the marble floor. You squealed in surprise when he latched a hand over your wrist and pulled you back into his chest. You hit it with a thud and didn’t even have time to recover before he was slamming his mouth on yours in a punishing kiss. You groaned and clutched at his shoulders. You squealed again when he plucked you up off the ground, you legs wrapping tight around his hips, one arm holding you to him effortlessly. Then the two of you were moving, walking through the bedroom and collapsing onto the bed.

When your back hit the mattress, you reached in between your bodies, desperate to have him inside of you. You fisted his cock, intent on guiding him inside of you, but he was faster. Grabbing both of your wrists in his hands, he shackled them to the mattress above your head. He pulled his mouth from yours, your breath still mingling.

“Oh no, sweetheart,” he murmured. “It won’t be half that easy.”

“Fred-”

But he was moving off of you, landing a stinging slap to your hip. “Don’t move.” You didn’t think twice about disobeying him, only watched as he crossed the room and picked last night’s tie from the floor. His eyes were dark and hooded as he moved toward you again.

“Hands on the bedpost.”

Heat flooding between your legs, you did as you were told, wiggling across the mattress to grab the corner bedpost. He met you there, jerking your hands roughly so you were holding the post between your wrists. With quick hands, he tied you to the bedpost. Instinctively, you pulled at the bondage, found that it was nice and tight, but you could probably get loose if you really tried.

Not that you wanted to.

Freddie was looming over you, leaning down until you were nearly nose to nose. “Safe word is blue. Say it.”

“Blue.”

“Again.”

“Blue.”

A satisfied smirk. “Good girl.”

He pecked you on the mouth before moving onto the bed again, parting your legs and kneeling between them. You were completely exposed to him, no part of you hidden from eyes that shamelessly roamed your body like he owned it.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through these last few days?” he asked, his voice deep and husky with arousal as he leaned over you, brushing his lips over your jaw. “Teasing me.” A light kiss. “Driving me insane.” Another. “Then walking away.” A sharp bite that made you flinch. His mouth came to yours again and took it in a long, hard kiss. “Now it’s your turn,” he continued. “To be teased until you’re begging me to fuck you.” You whimpered in response, flexing your hips beneath his weight.

But he was pulling away, trailing his mouth back to your jaw and down your throat with exquisite slowness. Arching your neck for him, you whimpered again when he ignored the obvious plea and moved his mouth down your breastbone to the valley of your breasts. He kissed one beaded nipple with just enough pressure that you gave a light gasp and arched into him. He moved to the other, taking this one fully into his mouth, pressing his tongue flat against it. As pleasure began to build, he moved yet again and you let out a frustrated curse. You felt his lips quirk into a smile against your skin before he continued moving, kissing down your stomach until he was just above your pussy. Suddenly he was leaning back and pulling your hips up off the bed, raising your ankles over his shoulders so you were completely helpless. You felt a tight kiss a breath above your clit and you tried to close your legs around his head, but he easily pried them back open. After a few more teasing kisses just shy of where you needed them, his mouth pressed lightly to your clit. You gasped and arched your hips into the touch. You were being shameless and you knew it. And you didn’t care. Here, with him, you felt nothing but want.

He didn’t open his mouth and eat you like wanted-needed-him to. All he gave you were small, tight lipped kisses that drove your desperation higher and higher. When he finally did open his mouth slightly to lick your throbbing clit, you thought he might just push you over...but he pulled away. Writhing in his grip, you tried to chase the high, but it faded away.

Giving you one last nip to the thigh, Freddie moved your legs back down to the bed, slowly running his hands up to your thighs. “What do you need, baby?” he asked, his voice low and taunting. “Tell me.”

“Fred, I need-I need you.”

He grinned at that, clearly amused and satisfied by your words.

“Hmmm. This what you need?”

Leaning over you, he slid his cock through the folds of your pussy. You moaned long and loud as your eyes fluttered shut with pleasure. Pulling back, he gave another long, slow thrust, his cock only just grazing your clit.

Bracing his arms on either side of your head, he took your mouth in a deep, wet kiss. You instinctively moved to wrap your arms around his shoulders, but came up against the binds. It was brutal, having no anchor against the onslaught of sensation. Freddie was breathing deeply, his chest pressing deep into yours as he continued to slide his cock through your folds, keeping you at a torturous level of pleasure. Back and forth, back and forth, it was an exquisite pain.

As if he knew you were finally going to reach your climax, he backed off again, leaving you just at the edge.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured against your cheek. “Not yet. Not yet.” He leaned away again, running his hands down your body as he did.

You heaved in a breath as you dangled on the edge of your climax, then fell back again.

“What’s it like, baby?” he asked, running his hands up your thighs and then back down again. “To just get there? And not have it?”

You only whimpered in reply, your entire body begging for him. He had you and he knew it. You would do anything for him now.

He slowly leaned back down, hovering over you until your mouths barely touched. “Apologize for teasing me.”

“I’m-I’m sorry for teasing you.”

You were rewarded by him guiding just the tip of his cock inside of you. You both groaned and shuddered at the burning pleasure, Freddie’s head dropping to your chest as he struggled for control. You writhed, trying to get him deeper, but he slapped a hand to your hip, stilling you instantly.

“God, Y/N, you drive me fucking crazy.”

“Freddie, baby, please-”

You both groaned as he pushed deeper inside of you, pushing slowly until he reached the hilt. You shuddered and let yourself be taken over by the pleasure of having him inside of you. You clenched around him and he cursed. He suddenly reared up onto his knees and grabbed your hips, pulling you up off the bed. Pulling out of you, he slammed back in again. Soon, he took up a brutal pace, his hands digging hard into your hips, your body nearly completely off the bed. All you could do was give yourself up to the sex, to what he was demanding from you.

The orgasm, when it came, was violent and overwhelming, robbing you of breath as it washed over every inch of you, stuttered your heart in your chest.

Freddie came with a curse his hips slamming into yours one last time before he collapsed on top of you, keeping his full weight braced on his arm. The two of you stayed like that for a long moment, struggling to catch your breath as your orgasms slowly faded. You felt Freddie’s hand cup your cheek and he turned it to face him.

“Okay?” he asked. You nodded in reply and pressed your mouth to his.

“If you think this is going to deter me from teasing you again, you are very wrong.”

He laughed, the sound so deep and husky you shivered with renewed arousal.

“I hope not.”

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5e Irelia, the Blade Dancer build (League of Legends)

(Artwork by Jessica “OwleyCat” Oyhenart. Made for Riot Games.)

FINE I’LL MAKE IRELIA GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!

Irelia is my least favorite champion in League. She’s not my most banned (Shaco) nor is she the champion I complain the most about, but she is absolutely the champion that I look at and constantly think “this character actively ruins the game for me.” I’ll admit that Irelia’s role in the Sentinels of Light story was pretty interesting but you’re still not going to make me like Irelia, Riot!

I’m not going to bore everyone with a long-winded rant about my hatred for this character and how what I thought was going to be a nerf actually made her S tier (joy to the fucking world I now actually have to ban her) but I will say this: there are no champions who I won’t make a genuine build for if I take the time to make a proper blog post about them... Except Talon, but that’s because Talon has one of the most boring kits in the entirety of League of Legends.

GOALS

Step. Two. Whirl. Lift! - What? Do you think that a champion with literally unlimited dashes is unfair?

Perfection of form - We’ll also need to weave our blades around us like a dress, slicing at foes and protecting yourself in one fluent motion.

Remember the Placidium! - When in doubt just use more blades.

RACE

Irelia’s a human... but making humans all the time is boring. Irelia has an innate magic and I’d consider being in-tune with Ionia’s spirit a connection to the Fey. So I decided to make her an elf for the sake of this build, more particularly an Aereni High Elf from Eberron for the innate Expertise.

A regular High Elf works too if your DM doesn’t allow Eberron races; the only thing that really changes with the Aereni High Elf is that you get Expertise in a skill. Valenar elves are also cool for the Double Scimitar.

You can also make Irelia a human but there aren’t many feats I want for her except maybe Mobile, but I felt like being an elf was more fun to grab other feats.

As an elf you have +2 to your Dexterity score, Keen Senses for proficiency in the Perception skill (gotta watch those wards!), and the Fey Ancestry of Ionia grants you advantage against charms and immunity to being put to sleep magically. Instead of sleeping you can spend time in a Trance meditating to regain strength. You only need 4 hours in a trance to rest, and are fully aware of your surroundings while doing so.

As an Aereni Elf you get Expertise in one skill of your choice: we’ll be taking Performance because... well you are a dancer. As a High Elf you learn one Cantrip from the Wizard list, and we’ll actually be taking Prestidigitation to aid in our performances. Oh and you’d normally be increasing your Intelligence by 1 but we’ll instead be increasing your Wisdom because... well it fits Irelia more. (No big loss if you increase Intelligence instead though.) And you can learn one language of your choice: pick whatever you think would inspire fear into the heart of Noxians!

ABILITY SCORES

15; CHARISMA - A dancer is meant to be beautiful first and foremost.

14; DEXTERITY - Of course dancing takes nimbleness. "When no one's around, I dance for myself."

13; WISDOM - This is where the +1 from our race is going! Keep in-tune with the natural world and Ionia’s spirit.

12; CONSTITUTION - You are still a top laner with just... way too much sustain. (Feel free to swap this with Wisdom for more HP but less roleplay.)

10; INTELLIGENCE - Nature is an intelligence skill and military tactics are good to learn, but we simply need everything else more.

8; STRENGTH - You swing your blades with the rhythm of the natural order. Which is to say Riot doesn’t like buff ladies.

BACKGROUND

A dancer is a type of Entertainer. You get proficiency in Acrobatics but since you already have expertise in Performance feel free to grab Nature to become more in-tune with the world around you. You also get proficiency with a Disguise Kit and an instrument of your choice: pick whatever you think suits you and make your own Ionian war hero!

You feature By Popular Demand makes you known as both a dancer and a war leader! You can perform in exchange for a place to rest for you and your allies, and people will remember your dance and treat you with respect.

(Artwork by Bo “chenbowow” Chen. Made for Riot Games.)

THE BUILD

LEVEL 1 - ROGUE 1

What? Did you expect this to just be 20 levels of Swords Bard? Honestly Rogue serves as a better recreation of Irelia’s abilities, at least at early levels. That and I want proficiency in 4 skills, so take Insight, Persuasion, Intimidation, and Slight of Hand proficiency to lead and dance with grace. You also get Expertise in two of those skills: Acrobatics is a must but since we’ve already got proficiency in Performance you may as well grab Persuasion for good relations with Ionia’s people.

You also get Thieves’ Cant to speak in the way only other performers can understand, “performers” in this case being other Rogues. But of course the main skill you get is Sneak Attack, giving you an extra d6 of damage if you have advantage on your attack or an ally is near the enemy you’re attacking.

LEVEL 2 - ROGUE 2

I always love when I get to recreate League of Legends dashes by just... letting you use the Dash action a lot. Second level Rogues can make Cunning Actions to Dash, Disengage, or Hide as a Bonus Action. Keep it simple stupid and weave around your foes on the battlefield.

LEVEL 3 - ROGUE 3

Third level Rogues get to choose their Roguish Archetype, and to dance around the battlefield while slicing down foes the Swashbuckler is a great choice to keep your rhythm in check. Your Fancy Footwork will allow you to attack a foe before slipping away without provoking Opportunity Attacks while your Rakish Audacity will allow you to add your Charisma to your Initiative to always be the first on the front line.

Rakish Audacity also lets you Sneak Attack a foe who is alone on the battlefield as long as you don’t have disadvantage and they don’t have an ally within 5 feet, letting you hit them for an extra 2d6 with your blades.

Now may as well be a time to ask: Dual Wielding or single weapon? Since you’re not going to be getting a shield I’d say carrying two blades is worth it for the potential to deal more damage when needed. You can also use your Dual Wielding attack to activate Fancy Footwork more often to evade more enemies. Just be mindful of when Dashing or Dodging would be more useful.

LEVEL 4 - ROGUE 4

4th level Rogues get an Ability Score Improvement and Dexterity controls most of what we do right now, so a +2 to DEX would be beneficial.

LEVEL 5 - ROGUE 5

Normally I wouldn’t go out of my way to grab level 5 in Rogue just for the sake of Uncanny Dodge, but here’s the thing: it’s literally Irelia’s Defiant Dance! Take less damage from an attack you saw coming before striking back with your 3d6 Sneak Attack.

(Artwork by Michelle Hoefener. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 6 - BARD 1

Now it’s time for those 20 15 levels in Swords Bard! Multiclassing into Bard gives you proficiency with one musical instrument (pick your fancy) and one skill of your choice: I opted for Arcana because... well you’re fighting with magical floating blades. (Or at least you will be in due time.)

As a Bard you can inspire your allies as a Bonus Action thanks to Bardic Inspiration, letting them add a d6 to their Attack Rolls, Ability Checks, or Saving Throws. You have a maximum number of Inspiration die equal to your Charisma modifier, which come back after a Long Rest... for now.

But of course as a Bard you get Spellcasting! You learn two cantrips from the Bard list such as Message to communicate on the frontline, and Vicious Mockery which is sure what I fucking feel playing against an Irelia one-trick smurf account. You can also learn four leveled spells like Faerie Fire to mark your foes, Command to strike fear in the hearts of foes, Heroism to strike vigor in the hearts of allies, and Healing Word; because healing is always good to have.

LEVEL 7 - BARD 2

Second level Bards have dabbled in a little bit of everything: healing, damage, healing, mobility, healing, crowd control, oh and I think Irelia does need some more healing. Regardless Jack of All Trades will let you add half your proficiency bonus to any skill checks you aren’t already proficient in. (This also includes Initiative which is important to mention!)

If you use Tasha’s rules you can also grab Magical Inspiration to make your allies’ spells either heal more or do more damage thanks to your Inspiration. Oh and speaking of spells you can also grab Longstrider for more speed on the battlefield.

Oh and you get Song of Rest, the ability I always mock for scaling poorly. But it will help your allies recover after a hard battle!

LEVEL 8 - BARD 3

Irelia has many magical blades because she went to the College of Swords. Along with Bonus Proficiencies with Medium Armor and Scimitars (neither of which Rogues have for some reason) you can pick up a Fighting Style: I personally opted for Two-Weapon Fighting to get more attacks in but Dueling is also a perfectly fine.

Of course the main appeal of being a Blade Dancer is your Blade Flourish: When you attack on your turn you move 10 feet faster until the end of the turn, and if you hit you can use a Bardic Inspiration on a Blade Flourish:

Defensive Flourish lets you roll your Bardic Inspiration to add to your damage and AC.

Slashing Flourish lets you roll your Bardic Inspiration to add to your damage, and do that extra damage to any other creature of your choice (that you can see) within 5 feet of you.

Mobile Flourish lets you roll your Bardic Inspiration to add to (guess what) the damage. You can also push the target up to 5 feet away from you, plus a number of feet equal to the number you roll on that die. Immediately afterwards you can use your reaction to move up to your walking speed to an unoccupied space within 5 feet of the target. It’s not quite a Dash, but it’s certainly a Bladesurge!

You can only use one Blade Flourish per turn though. Additionally you get Expertise in two skills like Insight and Nature, to know the spirit of both people and the world around you. And finally you can learn a second level spell like Hold Person for a stun before you do your full combo.

LEVEL 9 - BARD 4

4th level Bards can grab something a little better than Flash; the Fey Teleportation feat! Along with a +1 to your Charisma you learn Sylvan, but most importantly you can cast Misty Step once per Short or Long Rest to get out of a dangerous situation! It unfortunately doesn’t add the spell to your spell list (like Fey Touched from Tasha’s Cauldron) but being able to regain your mobility spell after a Short Rest is extremely useful!

Speaking of spells you learn one more Bard spell, and one more cantrip! For your cantrip take Mage Hand to grab blades from afar, and for your leveled spell take Calm Emotions. It perhaps isn’t the most practical and there are certainly better options, but it’s fitting.

(Artwork made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 10 - BARD 5

5th level Bards get a Font of Inspiration, letting their Bardic Inspiration charges come back after a Short Rest. That’s nice because your Bardic Inspiration (and Blade Flourish die) also increases to a d8.

You can also grab a third level spell like Hypnotic Pattern, to stun an entire army with your blades.

LEVEL 11 - BARD 6

6th level Bards can finally turn their Vampiric Scepter into Blade of the Ruined King, giving them some Attack Speed for an Extra Attack. You can still only use one Blade Flourish per turn, but at least now you can attack twice with your action or up to three times if you make a Two-Weapon Fighting attack.

You can also grab another spell but there’s not much I want from third level, so instead I’ll talk about Countercharm, which is dumb and bad. You spend an action to give yourself and nearby allies advantage against Charms and Fears. Or you could fight through the fear and slay your foes... or cast Heroism or Calm Emotions.

LEVEL 12 - BARD 7

7th level Bards can learn 4th level spells like Dimension Door to teleport into lane or back to base, and Freedom of Movement for some Tenacity.

LEVEL 13 - BARD 8

8th level Bards get another Ability Score Improvement. We’ve been investing more in Bard so more Charisma would be nice for more Blade Flourishes and better spellcasting.

You can also learn another spell but again: don’t really want anything, so we’re going to wait for...

(Artwork by Jana Schirmer. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 14 - BARD 9

9th level Bards get to pretend that Song of Rest is a useful ability that scales well, especially when multiclassing. I mean, at least it’s a d8 now!

You also get 5th level spells like Animate Objects. Hey: it only took us 14 levels to get your blades! You can also grab Rary's Telepathic Bond (ty Tasha’s) to keep to team chat with everyone.

LEVEL 15 - BARD 10

10th level Bards get Expertise in two more skills: take Arcana to further your connection to Ionia, and Slight of Hand for the specific hand movements to manipulate your blades. You also see your Bardic Inspiration increase to a d10, which also means your Blade Flourishes deal a d10 of damage!

Additionally you get Magical Secrets from any class so you can use your unique brand of blade magic. And by far the most blade-like spell you can grab (at this level) is Steel Wind Strike, to dash through multiple foes for a big burst of damage!

Additionally we will be grabbing Blade of the Ruined King (finally) with Spirit Shroud; yes it’s a bit of a low-level spell but it serves as a great damage boost to your melee attacks and also keeps enemies close for you to fight them. And finally you get one more cantrip: Mending will help you keep your outfit in check.

Also if you want you can replace Message with Prestidigitation now that you have Rary’s Telepathic Bond.

LEVEL 16 - BARD 11

11th level Bards get 6th level spells: you can lean into your lessons as a dancer and take Otto's Irresistible Dance to force your foes to keep up with the rhythm or die trying. "Okay, I'm warmed up."

LEVEL 17 - BARD 12

12th level Bards don’t get extra spells, but they do get another Ability Score Improvement: more Charisma means more Bardic Inspiration die (for more Blade Flourishes), better spells, and more initiative so capping that out would give you more bang for your buck overall.

(Artwork by Art of Maki. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 18 - BARD 13

Hey remember when I said Song of Rest is a useful ability? Well it’s a d10 now!

At least you can learn Forcecage to take Noxians as prisoners of war to be properly judged... As long as they don’t have a filth bucket in their cell.

LEVEL 19 - BARD 14

14th level Swords Bards as masters of their blades, and can perform a Master’s Flourish using a d6 instead of one of their Bardic Inspiration.

You also get two more Magical Secrets, and hey we can finally grab your ult! Take Blade Barrier to cut the armies off with your Vanguard’s Edge. Alternatively if you need to go back to base take Word of Recall to recall back to your fountain. Which is to say: I had no other good spells to give you.

LEVEL 20 - BARD 15

15th level Bards see their Bardic Inspiration die (and their Blade Flourish die) increase to its maximum size of a d12! And you can cap off the build with an 8th level spell, but in all honesty there isn’t many spells I want from 8th level. So use that slot to upcast and take Hold Monster instead to finally be able to stun Wukong.

FINAL BUILD

PROS

Grace bends where strength breaks - You have a variety of ways to deal consistent damage between competency with swords, Blade Flourishes, and powerful spells.

I move to unsung melodies and unbeaten rhythms - +12 to initiative and the ability to move between enemies you attack freely means you’re guaranteed to be on the battlefield fast and able to put yourself in a position to fight with your allies.

Never stop learning; there's always a form you don't know - It was not my intention but turns out Bards and Rogues get a lot of skill proficiencies. +17 in Performance and Persuasion, +16 in Acrobatics and Slight of Hand, +14 in Insight, and +12 in Arcana and Nature. Not to mention Jack of All Trades helping you with all the skills you don’t have proficiency in.

CONS

Each form has a name known only to the wind - So your Dexterity isn’t maxed out, which means you’re a little lacking in both AC and hit chance. Honestly level 5 of Rogue isn’t that good, even if Uncanny Dodge works well as Defiant Dance. 4 / 16 would’ve been better for another ASI.

Stay ready, and there is no need to get ready - Most of your fun spells are accessed at a very high level, with your lower leveled spells dedicated more to utility. You’re a sword fighter first and foremost but seeing as your Charisma is maxed it would be good to use your high Charisma.

We are sharpest where we break! - Low DEX and no Shield (no Shield spell and two-weapon Fighting) means that your AC isn’t the most impressive. That along with 120 health means that a few bad hits can put you in the danger zone. Sure Uncanny Dodge gives you a reliable way to soak up damage but a good surprise hit will quickly put an end to you.

But you don’t need to worry about weaknesses when you’re probably smurfing anyways. Dash, dance, and decapitate foes in a graceful death of a thousand cuts. Keep your style and inspire the commonfolk to take up arms to protect their homeland. Just don’t get too out of line, or Riot might nerf your movement speed by 5.

(Artwork by Bo “chenbowow” Chen. Made for Riot Games.)

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nalu4emily · 3 years

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Nure-Onna

Hello!

So I wanted to write a story based on chapter 74 of FT 100YQ. Mostly, I was happy with it, but I wanted to make it even more Nalu, and this was the result.

Yes, I am aware that this wouldn't actually happen, but it's fun to write up something that diverges from canon just a little, that's what fanfiction is for, so indulge me.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and if not, you can always read the real thing. :)

Summary: With Lucy as the newly created Yokai - Nure-Onna - How is Natsu going to handle her snake like form and find a way to bring her back to him in one piece?

"It… hurts… But it feels so good…" He was being crushed between Lucy's sizeable chest, wrapped up in a crushing hold by her tail… "Hold on! You… Your legs! What's wrong with your body?!" He freaked, catching sight of the scaly snake like tail that held a vice-like grip around his body, making it hard for him to breathe.

As he stared into her eyes, he could no longer see those beautiful big brown orbs that once held so much love and care for others, now they were slitted and golden, almost predatory and followed his every move. Her face held nothing of the Lucy that once was, only the monster that she had become—what those witches had turned her into. He squirmed, tried to wriggle free which only made her coil tighter, a sickening smile adorning her cheeks. She was enjoying his struggle.

"Dammit! How's she so strong?!" He grunted, trying his hardest to fight against her bone breaking grip.

The nure-onna chuckled lightly, bringing her face slowly closer to the man in her hold, "Natsu." She called, her voice taunting, laced with darkness. Natsu could do nothing but stare, sweat dripping down his face as the sexy, snake girls lips were practically on top of him, gliding smoothly over his skin. "I'm gonna eat you up." She growled, licking her lips, the heat of her mouth fanned across his, giving him goosebumps. She opened it further, allowing her slippery tongue to glide over his cheek, causing a gasp and yelp to escape him.

This wasn't like Lucy; she would never be so… snaky, "Hey! You gotta change back, Lucy!" He was desperate now; he didn't want to see any more of this.

"Could you not talk so loudly into my chest?" Her tail unravelled from around the boys body and stuck the end of it straight into his mouth and down his throat, choking him. Without warning, she grabbed him around the middle and threw his body up into the air, before slamming him down onto the ground.

"Aargh! Damn, Lucy, that hurt!" He grunted, straightening himself back up, balling his hands into fists, brows furrowing as if battling his own internal conflict.

"But I thought you said it felt good when it hurt?" She chuckled lowly, licking her lips once again as she circled the boy, waiting for the right moment to strike. "Maybe I'll show you just how much I'd like to hurt you!"

"This isn't like you! Snap out of it!" He raised his voice, like he was trying to call to the other Lucy—his Lucy. "I don't wanna have to fight you, but I will if I gotta…" He lowered his voice, adorning a battle stance as he challenged the Lucy looking monster before him.

"Bad choice, Natsu... Now, you're mine!" She launched forward before the boy could even see what was happening and shoved him down into the ground again, coiling the end of her tail around his neck and dragged him up into the air. She approached the gasping young man, another small laugh rumbling through her chest. "You look tasty." Using her strong appendage she brought him back to her face, an evil glint in her golden irises that told him she'd won this before it even began.

He felt trapped, he didn't want to fight her but also felt like he had no choice, if he waited much longer, he'd be a goner for sure. Whilst she was distracted, he lifted his fist to the top of her tail and raised the temperature in it. She gasped and looked down, a fiery hand sizzling her scales, enough to scare her off and retreat but not enough to burn her.

Natsu dropped to the floor, coughing and spluttering, trying to refill his lungs of lost breath. He managed to stand up once again, a pained expression with hands encased in fire, ready and waiting.

"I'm mad now snake-Lucy." He leapt at her, fist drawn back about to strike her head on when he stopped.

"Natsu! Stop! It's me!" Lucy held up her arms in front of her face, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, "Natsu!"

His own eyes widened. A moment of hesitation; a moment of hope.

Had she returned to him?

Giving her the opening she needed, she used the water to swirl around him, trapping him in her spell. She cackled, "You fell for it!" Slithering over to the boy, she forced him against the rock and used her newly found strength to hold him there, nearly breaking his back in the process. He groaned in pain. "What part should I devour first?"

Stuck in place, partially submerged under the water and unable to use his magic, he simply watched her ogle his body, using her hands to squeeze his muscular form, salivating by the feel of his muscles in her palms.

"Lucy… Please… I don't want to hurt you!" He grunted through the stinging of his skin scraping against the sharp rock behind him.

"Hurt me? Oh, Natsu... Do you not see yourself? With you as my opponent, I'd already won." She licked across his jaw and down to the scar on his neck, sucking on it harshly enough to bruise. "You're my prey and I'm going to savour every last inch of your hot body."

Sweat began beading across his face again, gritting his teeth through the discomfort of Lucy's mouth pulling and tugging on areas he hadn't known were so sensitive until now. In any other circumstance, this would have been quite the turn on. Nights had gone by where he'd dreamt of Lucy doing this to him, to feel her sweet mouth on his...

His eyes grew wide as an idea slowly formed in his head. That was it! The perfect way to win! To use her new found dominance against her. And he'd be lying if the thought wasn't a little exciting, even in her snake form. He just hoped she wouldn't remember when she finally returned to normal, for her own sake.

As she grazed over his nipple, a small hum of satisfaction rumbled through his chest, catching the snakes attention. "Hmm… You seem to like my touch." She said, gripping hold of the erect bud once again and twisting it this time. "How about that? You like that, too?"

He winced and hissed as she continued her sweet torture on his now sore nipple, but remained quiet nonetheless. As hard as it was not to moan from the pleasurable soreness, he needed to see if she'd take the bait and let down her guard.

Just as planned, the man eating serpent did just that. Pressing her mouth to the sore area and grazing it with her teeth. She eyed the boy above her, revelling in the contorted expressions he pulled, all the while becoming more and more distracted from her main goal—which he assumed was to devour him.

As he endured Lucy's heavenly mouth bite and suck his skin, Natsu held down his small victory as her grip began to slacken, giving him more and more freedom to move. Just as her tongue was about to lick over his lips, his teeth unexpectedly snapped at the wet muscle and bit down on it, causing her to yelp and jerk backwards, freeing him. He smirked, bringing his newly liberated hands up and encased the back of her head with them, holding her in place.

"You've had your fun, Snake-Lucy, but now it's my turn!" He growled, raising the temperature around them, slowly evaporating the water she'd created.

Hissing at the boy, the snake attempted to escape, yanking and pulling at his arms but his grip was unyielding. Stinging her scales with his heat, she struggled, not liking how the tables had turned in his favour.

"Natsu! It's burning! Natsu, please, you wouldn't hurt me, not your Lucy!" She screamed in a panic, writhing under the intense heat of his body.

He feigned sympathy, a worried look luring her into a false sense of security. He pulled her close, his hands cupping her clammy cheeks, "You think I'd fall for that again?" He smirked, brushing his lips up against hers.

He could hear the voice of one of Selene's minions, giving away just which of those bitches did this to Lucy, "Huh… I was sure she'd beat him! No matter, she was one of the weakest Yokai in my arsenal anyway."

"Weakest, you say?" Natsu may have been looking into Lucy's eyes as he spoke, but he was addressing the one he'd just made his next target, "If you knew Lucy, then you'd realise she's not weak."

"Of course she is! My Yokai would never humiliate me by losing!" Youko's voice was laced with disgust for the nure-onna she had created. "How pathetic!"

"Why you-"

"It seems it's true…" Lucy's voice cut through, a soft whimper as she stopped her struggle, her forlorn expression pulling at Natsu's heartstrings. It was the face of a girl who was giving up. Her eyes shone with the water droplets that were yet to fall, her irises flittering between golden and brown.

"Nothin' that thing says is true, Lucy, don't listen to her!" Natsu tried to make her see reason; to talk some sense into the girl who'd been turned into a monster.

"Even as a Yokai with all the magic power of Elentir, I'm still so weak." A lone tear fell from her eyes and Natsu knew with a little push, Lucy—human Lucy—just might come back to him. "Do what you must, I've no place as a human or Yokai…"

Natsu stared in shock; she was just going to except her fate? To give up? This wasn't like her—this wasn't her and there lay the problem. "Lucy, don't you dare give up, you're stronger than this… Than them up there. What they've done to you is unforgivable, and I'mma be sure to make 'em all pay, but first you gotta come back to me." In the deepest depths of those golden slits, he could see that his best friend was still in there trying to reach out to him. He knew she was, all she needed was that extra bit of encouragement.

"See! I told you, worthless! I should have just killed her and saved everyone the trouble." Youko laughed maniacally, spurring her comrades to cheer and laugh too.

"She's right, I'm just a burden not worth your time, just end this already, I'm tired of waiting." Snake-Lucy let more tears fall in her frustration, her thoughts conflicted and her heart in pieces.

"Fine, I'll end this." Natsu grabbed a hold of her cheeks and brought her face to his, welding their lips together in a fierce and heated embrace.

At first the nure-onna fought against it, but the longer he held on, the less she resisted until she all but melted into it, eventually responding to his inexperienced but determined ministrations. Their mouths danced in a steady rhythm with their tongues interloping, albeit, a little awkwardly.

Natsu fought to show just how much she mattered to him, to show her place in his heart and how deeply he cared for the Lucy that'd always been by his side. He loved her, there was no doubt about that and when they finally pulled apart, he looked deep into her eyes and smiled at what he saw. Those beautiful big brown orbs that shone with the love and care she had for everybody, even her enemies, had returned.

There she was—his Lucy—in all her two legged, naked, glory.

"But that's impossible! I turned her into a Yokai; how did she manage to change back so easily?!" Youko shouted, but neither Natsu nor Lucy took any notice, too entranced in each other.

"Natsu…" The blonde whispered, bringing her hand up to his face to caress his cheek, a small smile adorning her features, "Thank you."

And with that, her eyes closed shut; her body falling limp in his arms. Totally exhausted and her magic spent, the relieved slayer laid her on the ground, hidden from view trying to cover as much of her nakedness as possible. Once satisfied nothing would run into her whilst she slept, he stood back up, his eyes covered by his hair and spoke now directly to the women on top of the mountain.

"I hope you realise now, attacking my friends was a big mistake! Not only are they strong but we share a bond that'll never be broken by the likes of you." Natsu ignited his entire body, his eyes grew serious and angry.

Youko, still shocked by what'd just happened, felt a little fearful of the boy surrounded by flames; maybe they'd underestimated their opponents?

"I hope you're ready, 'cause I'm coming for ya and I won't stop until I see you all burn!"

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hit-me-with-a-ladle · 3 years

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Ch. 8 Creepypastas x Fem! reader

Sorry I've been gone for so long. My grandfather died a month ago and I wasn't in the right mindset to write. But I'm back and ill do my best. Thank you all for your patients. Anyway, enjoy<3

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As the week progressed, the girl found that it was the slightest bit easier to read through Masky's facade. Though that did not mean that she could thoroughly read him quite yet, she made it a challenge that eventually she would. Masky himself became lenient at first as to mind her injuries. But the moment she started to heal, it was all back to the ruthless nature of his work. Finally, when the week ended, she got informed that someone else was going to teach her. That person turned out to be Ben, the blond-headed boy that seemed too eager to meet her.

An early sensation lurked in the air the moment she woke up, groggily walking to the bathroom and taking a well-deserved shower. The feeling of all of the previous days' dirt and grime washing off her punctured flesh was refreshing. Her mind was finally clear, able to freely think and dwell on her current predicament without any outside interference. The hot water trickled down her naked body, soothing her as she thought of any way she could escape. But no matter how hard she thought, deep down she knew that the only way she could truly leave was to stay a little longer to devise a plausible plan.

Sadness overtook her body, hot tears streaming down her already wet face intertwining with the water droplets from the showerhead. She'd been able to withhold her tears for a while now, not wanting to give those bastards the satisfaction. But as her current position set in her mind once more, she couldn't hold it in. It was like a never-ending loop. After being rudely introduced and forced to spend a week being trained to the bone by two different killers, she had to repeat the process with another. It felt like her own personal hell.

Feeling the scalding hot water turn cold was an indicator that it was time to get ready. Not giving a damn if she was late. Stepping out of the shower with a huff, she looked at herself in the full-body mirror. Steam covered its surface from head to toe. Though, no matter how blurry, the rough outline of all the large scars, cuts and a few red bruises that littered her body were still very much visible. The feeling and texture of her once somewhat clear skin was now a distant memory in her mind. Slowly tracing all of the scars with the tip of the rugged fingers she winced when she made contact with a few of the most recent injuries.

Getting dressed in the same greyish jump-suit she has been washing and wearing for the last few days, she went to eat breakfast. But before leaving her bedroom she looked at the nightstand, there laid the old pocket watch he gave her. For some reason, he didn't want to take it when she offered it back. Shrugging her shoulders she put it in her right pocket and headed downstairs. Reaching the kitchen, noticing that Masky must have left early. Not paying any mind to his disappearance she carried on with her day. Eating the meal she prepared for herself. Sitting there on the dining table, in total silence, patiently staring at the clock. Ben still hadn't arrived. He was already ten minutes late, to begin with, which was a significant tonal shift from Masky, who was extremely punctual and despised tardiness. After what felt like hours, a loud crash was heard that made the girl's ears perk up as she ran to the living room. Their laying spread eagle, on the front of the old television, was none other than Ben.

" What happened, how did you get in here?" The girl quickly said while helping him up. " Dammit, forgot how small the damn television was." He said under his breath, ignoring her previous question. Getting on his feet he brushed himself off giving the girl a better look. Unlike the other two men, he was significantly shorter, 162 to 165 cm or 5'4-5'5 feet tall. Medium length golden hair under a long green hat and sharp pointy elf-like ears. His pale white skin looked ceramic, almost like a doll's and thin lips with a button nose. He seemed considerably young, but she assumed that he most likely was about eighteen years of age. Though, what caught her attention were his round black eyes that had a speck of red in them that acted as pupils. He was dressed as an elf, with his bright green tunic, forest green pants and leather belt neatly tied around his waist that held a small satchel type bag.

Looking in her direction he flashed her a creepy smile that showed off his white teeth. The girl didn't know how to react to his sudden action, as she felt discomfort all around her body, shifting her weight awkwardly she chose to ask him again. " How the hell did you manage to get in here without me hearing you?" " Well, I did the same thing I'm gonna' be teaching you today. Sorcery or magic. Whatever word floats your boat." " Magic? As in witchcraft, like spells and potions?" " Yup. I mean I know Jack already told you this so I don't know why you're so shocked." He snickered, it sounded distorted. " Yeah, I remember but I didn't actually expect-not that I didn't think that it would be magic-it is just that this is all so strange, I can't believe it." " Believe it, cuz I'm gonna' be teaching ya some spells. Follow me now out the back door." He spoke loudly, shaking his hands in a flamboyant manner.

Walking swiftly to the kitchen towards the back door. The girl was visibly confused as she followed suit. Why did they have to go through the back door, it was all quite strange. Stepping out, she noticed the rather large, wooden table a few meters in front of them. Its surface is covered in all kinds of trinkets, herbs and plants. " What's all of this for?" She said, approaching the table. "I got Masky to set it up before he left, we're gonna be needing some of this stuff so I can show you the ropes and basically help you understand the basics of making potions. A skill you'd need for survival." He answered while picking up a bunch of the items off the table and stuffing them in the bag. " Oh, what do we have here?" He said excitedly under his breath " Is it Raskovnik? My god it is. I know what i'll be teaching you first now, don't I. '' He started with a laugh as he made his way towards the trees. " Where are we going now?" " To the brewery. Do you really think you will be making risky positions in front of the cabin? You humans are actually the dumbest creatures."

The girl's face scrunched up in annoyance but still kept her mouth shut. She knew better than to try and argue with these people. Biting down on her tongue she got drawn in by the scenery like most times she was out in the forest. Autom was soon approaching so the wind had started to pick up the past few days, it made the multicoloured leaves on the trees dance as it passed. It calmed her as it passed through her body. Taking in a large breath she smiled and carried on behind Ben. Dogging trees and branches as there was no pathway in this part of the forest.

" Did you get the plant?" Ben spoke up after a while, cutting the calm silence. " Sorry, what?" " Were you the one that got the Raskovnik?" He repeated the question louder. " Oh, well yeah. I got it a while back as a part of my training with Masky." She replied quickly walking to his side. " Figures. Maskys is the type to make others do his dirty work." He muttered bitterly. But the girl was still able to hear it. " So you have a bad relationship with him?" " You could say that. Most of us do. The scumbag." The air started to tense. " I guess you could call him that. But he's not always that bad, he has his moments I guess." " Not that bad? Tell me, how did you manage to get that big ass gash on your neck." He harshly replied, pointing his leather-gloved hand to her neck. She quickly covered it and looked to the side. Not responding. " As I said, he's an absolute scumbag." " Well if it isn't stepping over a boundary, mind telling me why he's so bad." " Well, to begin with, he's a sadistic prick that only cares for himself. He broke into my house and stole some of the VERY rear herbs that took me YEARS to collect. And worst of all, he's the dog of The Operator." His face darkened when he mentioned The Operator's name. " The Operator? Whos that?" The girl quickly asked, lowering her hand and looking at him with a confused look on her face. " He's one of the most powerful beings to even exist. The embodiment of evil." " So like the devil?" " No, he's not the devil, the devil is a different being, but he's still terrifying." " Why do they call him The Operator then?" " Well, like. I don't really know how to explain this to you but, imagine this forest being a very large city. Y’know how every city has a mayor or someone in charge that leads it. Well, that's what The Operator really is. The Operator isn't his real name but a nickname given to him."

With that they finally stepped into a small grass filled clearing where in the middle, was a very small cottage covered in vines, plants and flowers. The old wood that it was made of was held up the multitude of plants, securing it firmly. The half-rounded door was nicely placed in the front, a yellow brick pathway leading to it, with a square window to the side. They quickly approached the door, the girl's breath taken by the beauty. The inside itself was small, shelves were on every side of the walks, each holding a plethora of books, trinkets, herbs and plants. It was relatively messy but still easy to walk in. A cauldron was in the middle of the room with a desk stacked with papers, pens, and scrolls.

Placing the Rascovnik and emptying his bag on the desk, Ben looked at the girl. " So let's begin I guess." He said walking to the medium-sized cauldron. " What are we going to do exactly?" She quickly asked as her eyes followed him, as he walked around the cottage collecting different ingredients and placing them on the desk. " Well, you're not going to be doing anything, just taking notes." Tossing a notepad at her. " While I prepare something and explain the different things you'll need to know." " Yeah that's great but am I going to be quizzed the same way Masky quizzed me because I need to know what I should expect." She said frantically, firmly grasping the notepad to her chest. " Nah, you're not. I don't do quizzes or tests, I like doing things spontaneously y'know. And plus taking notes will help you understand things more, so just write down herb and spell names, important details and whatever else will help ya remember. K?" " Ok, I guess." Anxiety began to dwell in her mind, as she looked around. " Readdy?" He said walking in front of the cauldron, giving her a slightly crooked reassuring smile.

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