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“But all I’ve been since I was a young wizard is a soldier”
Malistaire’s duel with Nico (click for better quality)
#hi did anyone ask for some angst#quote here is Ahsoka Tano’s quote from the clone wars#but slightly modified ofc#i finished dragonspyre and i am having emotions ok#wiz101#wizard101#wizzy101#malistaire#wizzy art#w101#w101 oc#nikolai breezelight
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May I ask what kind of brushes you use!
just these two/
#slightly modified for my convenience#this is the free art app autodesk sketchbook btw i still havent learned how to krita#also im not into paying for stuff ofc#tessa answers!
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idunn in the fod of land
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PERSONAL INFORMATION
GENDER. Female
AGE. +2800 (physically on her early twenties)
HEIGHT. 175 cm (5'8")
BIRTHDATE. 25th of the Great Tree Moon (April 25th)
CREST/HOLY BLOOD. Demon Dragon
CLASS. Blue Lions student
AFFILIATION. Arcadia, Elibe
BIOGRAPHY. Demon Dragon of Bern, Idunn was feared during the Scouring due to her ability to endlessly generate war dragons. Though she was born as a Divine Dragon, she went through a metamosphosis after staying behind in an attempt to stand as neutral in the war and try to negotiate with the demon dragons, resulting in a ritual that sealed her soul and she became a slave without free will. After being spared by Roy’s Binding Blade, she began living in Arcadia and is slowly discovering how to live again.
PERSONAL HISTORY
Idunn, a Divine Dragon girl, is born in Elibe. The location of her original tribe is unknown.
The war between humankind and dragon tribes rages on. It was later called “Scouring”.
The Scouring reaches a critical point. The Divine Dragon tribe flees, however Idunn stays behind.
Idunn is captured by the Demon Dragon tribe and her soul is sealed.
The Eight Legendary Heroes manage to gain the upper hand in the war.
Idunn is found at the Dragon Temple in Bern, but is spared by Hartmut out of pity. She is then sealed by the Binding Blade.
1000 years later, Zephiel, a descendant of Hartmut, removes the seal on Idunn and orders her to continue engaging in war.
After Zephiel’s defeat, Idunn is found and defeated by Roy. She was spared, then sealed with the Binding Blade once more.
Idunn starts a new life in Arcadia, Nabata Desert.
Idunn begins to travel the world in an attempt to learn more about it and herself. She then enrolls in the Officer’s Academy, in Fódlan.
INTERESTS. Traveling, Exploring, Observing.
LIKES. Learning new things, meeting new people, bracelets, feathers, gardening, lizards.
DISLIKES. Being left alone, overwhelming darkness, excessive cold
STATUS. Last living Demon Dragon of Elibe
CLOSE ALLIES: Roy, Fae, Zephiel (debateable)
DINING HALL PREFERENCES
LIKES. everything except vegetable stir-fry
DISLIKES. vegetable stir-fry
DINING HALL NOTES
FAVORITE DISH. ✧
"It feels warm on the inside. Warmth is good."
STANDARD DISH. ✧
"The body demands much energy when awake."
LEAST FAVORITE DISH. ✧
"Taste matters little. Though...it lacks sustentance."
WITH ROY. ✧
"Humans...eat too fast. Isn’t your stomach fragile too? Careful."
WITH FAE. ✧
"Eat well so you may grow big quickly. Here, try this."
TEA TIME GUIDE
FAVORITE TEA. Mint Leaves, Honeyed Fruit Blend, Cinnamon Blend
CONVERSATION TOPICS. exploring the monastery. thanks for everything. shareable snacks. making friends. a place you'd like to visit. overcoming weaknesses. i'm counting on you. someone you look up to. you seem different. favorite sweets.
TEA TIME QUOTES
GREETING. ✧
(1) "So this...is tea."
(2) “A curious smell...”
(3) “You called for me.”
FAVORITE TEA. ✧
“...it reminds me of a distant, warm memory. Thank you.”
FIVE STAR TEA. ✧
“I have never seen these herbs before. Are they...from this land? I would like to find them in the wild, one day...”
BEING OBSERVED. ✧
(1) "I don’t remember when my eyes changed colors." (2) “My ears? This is...a common trait of my kind.” (3) “You have a curious smell.” (4) “Your aura reminds me...of someone.”
QUIPS. ✧
"It feels comfortable." "Warm...too warm." "..." "...hm?" "Is there...anything you need?" "This is new..." "Is that so..." "What is this word?." "What is this object?" "This is...pleasant." "Ah...“ “The wind...“ “What does this mean?“
ENDING. ✧
"...it was nice. I won’t ever forget this."
FINAL COMMENTS. ✧
(1) I have been asleep for millennia. The world feels...quite new to me. I can’t grasp it. ANSWER. Nod, Sip Tea.
(2) I am more used to my dragon form...but it is too big for this place. I wouldn’t fit in my room. ANSWER. Laugh, Chat
(3) My dragon form is contained in this stone. I made it into a necklace...for myself. ANSWER. Commend, Chat
(4) I prefer to be...neutral. I don’t like battle...but if I must, I shall participate. ANSWER. Nod, Sip Tea
(5) My previous master...ordered me to destroy humankind in Elibe for the greater good. Though...now I see how the world he envisioned wasn’t fair. ANSWER. Nod, Chat
(6) I don’t see the problem in consuming raw flesh. Humans...should be able to do too, right? ANSWER. Disagree, Admonish
(7) In Arcadia, I met a girl named Fae. She taught me...what trees and fruits are. Do you know what they are? ANSWER. Nod, Sip Tea, Chat
MISCELLANEOUS DIALOGUE.
GIFT GUIDE
FAVORITE GIFTS. Ancient Coin, Owl Feather, Violet, Carnation, Smoked Meat, Sunflower, Lavender, Rose, Gemstone Beads
GIFT QUOTES
DISLIKED GIFT. ✧
"It has its use..."
LIKED GIFT. ✧
"A gift...thank you."
FAVORITE GIFT. ✧
"This is...wonderful. I shall cherish it for millennia to come."
LOST ITEMS
HANDMADE BRACELET. A small bracelet made with thin rope and all sorts of colorful beads. It probably belongs to someone who likes to craft jewelry. Location Found: Greenhouse
CLAWED OUT PLATE. A piece of hard stone with claw marks all over. It probably belongs to someone who might need to sand down their claws. Location found: First Floor
DAMAGED TOME. A tome with writings from a foreign land with a damaged spine and a scratched cover. It probably belongs to someone with sharp nails and that isn’t used to handling books. Location found: Blue Lions Classroom
LOST ITEM QUOTES
OWNER. ✧
"Ah...perhaps I slept for too long. I was too careless. Thank you."
NOT OWNER. ✧
"This scent is unfamiliar to me."
BATTLE QUOTES
MOCK BATTLE RETREAT. ✧
“This has become...too much.” ( *Byleth specific ) "You do not need to make any comments. I am unworthy."
FIRST KILL. ✧
"You are in my way."
MONASTERY QUOTES
CHOIR PRACTICE. ✧
(1) "Is this...a good idea? I have never sung before."
(2) "My voice is perhaps...too rough for this."
COOKING. ✧
(1) "I am more used to eating meals raw."
(2) "Meat is important for the body. Leafy things are...hard to digest."
(3) "This is for everyone...I must be careful then. Humans have fragile bodies."
TUTORING
INSTRUCT
BAD. ✧
"...is that so..."
Critique: This is still far too new for me to grasp.
Console: I will...try harder. Trust my word.
GREAT. ✧
"This knowledge is valuable for me.”
“Intriguing.”
PERFECT. ✧
"This is but the first step towards...understanding this world.”
PRAISE. "I suppose...part of me has changed for the better."
TASKS
STABLE DUTY. ✧
“It feels odd to handle these animals like that...they seem...so big like this.”
WEEDING. ✧
"Herbivores see this as sustenance. However...I failed to understand how even...plants...harbor rivalries."
SKY WATCH. ✧
“Do I really need to use a mount like this...? I can glide well by myself...”
CERTIFICATION EXAMS
FAILED. ✧
"I stumbled...I am not awake enough."
PASSED. ✧
"A victory with meaning."
UPDATE GOALS
REASON. ✧
“I used to be called the Dark Priestess...indeed, in Elibe...my magic was feared by many. However, the spells of Fódlan are...curious. I wish to learn more about it...and understand why it feels so different.”
FLYING. ✧
“Although I have wings, my dragon kind...is not quite meant for flying in high altitudes...I can merely glide. In the land I came from it was fine...I was immobile most of the time, but now...I suppose I must find other means to reach the skies.”
AUTHORITY. ✧
“His Highness Zephiel...in his deathbed, he ordered me to lead this world into a world of peace and freedom...but the freedom he envisioned was...stained. I haven’t forgotten. I...I still wish to lead this world...but towards one of mutual understanding. I have a long path before me still.”
LEVEL UP
0 TO 2 STATS UP . ✧
“My body feels heavy...”
3 TO 4 STATS UP . ✧
“My metabolism...”
5 STATS UP . ✧
“The warmth in the air...it gives me energy.”
6 STATS UP . ✧
“I feel as if...I have been reborn.”
UPON REACHING LEVEL 99 . ✧
“Your Highness...your dreams of freedom...they still live in me.”
BUDDING TALENT
“My body will push past its limits.”
NEW SKILL
“ So this is what it’s like...to learn something new. ”
RECLASSING . ✧
(1) “A curious new approach.” (2) “I do not understand the connection...but I shall seek success.” (3) “I have always hoped for a new point of view.”
BATTLE QUOTES
WHEN SELECTED
FULL/HIGH HP . ✧
“Yes. I am listening.”
MEDIUM HP . ✧
“My body is still strong.”
LOW HP . ✧
“My consciousness is...”
ENEMY DEALS 1 OR NO DAMAGE OR MISSES . ✧
“I see through you.”
CRTIICAL ATTACK . ✧
“Don’t resist.”
“I shall lead this path.”
“Stay out of my way.”
“You’ll understand.”
“My path was of destruction.”
GAMBIT . ✧
“My dragons will have no mercy.”
GAMBIT BOOST . ✧
“ I am...no longer alone in my path. ”
DEFEATED ENEMY . ✧
“...”
“You cannot spare...everyone.”
“Don’t walk into the fire.”
ALLY DEFEATS ENEMY . ✧
“You did good.”
“Thank you...for your hand.”
“I trust you...with my back.”
ALLY HEALS/RALLIES . ✧
“...I was wounded?”
“For this world...together.”
“Do not strain yourself...”
“I was careless...”
“Let us march together.”
“I am wide awake.”
“My army is with you.”
DEFEAT QUOTE
CASUAL . ✧
“Again...I must return to my slumber...”
CLASSIC . ✧
"I...I am...alone..."
“...Your Highness...I...am sorry...“
THE ADVICE BOX
"I dislike wearing shoes or boots, because they give me calluses and injure my feet as I am not a pureblood human, but others still ask me to wear shoes regardless. I don’t know what to do."
>Explain them your situation, maybe they’ll understand.
>It’s your personal preference, others shouldn’t get to tell you what to do. (Correct answer)
>Maybe wear shoes only during social gatherings.
#[ meta ]#[ LOOOOONG but nice.... ]#[ i mixed up some stuff from all three of idunn's feh versions but ofc all slightly modified to fit her current persona ]
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Hey absolutely a huge fan of your work. If you can and want to, could you please do one of a yandere writing nsfw stories of himself and his darling hoping to recreate it one day with his darling?
・✶ ｡ﾟYAN! NSFW WRITER ;
cw: obsessive & possessive behaviour, kinda suggestive (ofc sylas 🙄), gn! reader (non-specified genitalia), etc.
yandere writer! who, since you two became a couple, has become more and more excited when he had to write his little erotic scenes in any of his books. he would spend long, extensive hours giving specified details of the 'event' when you are not with him–
yandere writer! who swears he has never felt this aroused as his trembling fingers type on his computer. what would you think of him, mmmh? what would you do if you ever discover the way his lovely cock reddens, probably also leaks, at the mere thought of recreating those writings with you, his precious muse?
yandere writer! who, when he thinks he's done for good, lets out a shaky breath, doing his best not to succumb and scroll up to reread something that could be considered as the dirtiest, most obscene scenario he's ever made.
yandere writer! who spends the rest of the midnight questioning himself about his lil' moments of sinfulness; would you approve of it? would you hate him for doing all of this while thinking about you, especially without you knowing? ...or would you consider helping him and fulfill his fantasies?
yandere writer! who truly wants to feel shy, even ashamed, but he just isn't able to. deep inside, he's aware of how much he wants you under him, listening attentively and trying out everything he dreams about. why should he suppress his desires when he's slightly sure he could eventually convince you of making them possible?
yandere writer! who, after some good minutes spent overthinking, ends up sobbing outraged tears, not just because of the overstimulation of his hand sliding up and down on his dick, but because he cannot muster up the courage to share his perversions with his darling. how long will he resist until he goes madder than he already is?
yandere writer! who, as he believes every writer does, has a million erotic drafts about him and his lover he hopes you will never know about. he cannot afford having his babe feeling weirded out; what if you decide to leave him? he doesn't want to actually lock you in the house, you know :(
yandere writer! who felt his soul leave his body the moment he entered the office a random day and saw you looking at his computer screen; his heart started beating wildly when he catched a glimpse of a smug smile spreading on your lips. what he didn't expect was to find himself some hours after breathing hard, his body glistening in sweat and skin marked up with your love <3
yandere writer! who, once he was able to experience how amazing you were while carrying out his fantasies, now he can't get enough of his babe and constantly wants to repeat ♡ his little obsession for u growing as the days pass.
"my muse, i hope you are aware i can't let you go after making me this happy; my masterpieces have been made because of you, it would be a shame to stop, don't u think?"
© godnectar 2023. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.
#godnectar#reader insert#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere male#yandere x you#possessive yandere#clingy yandere#yandere scenarios#yandere drabble#yandere headcanons#yandere hcs#oc x reader#yandere oc#oc x you#male oc#dark content#yandere au#yandere writer#yonderly-alamort#blu3oni#yandere x darling#yandere imagines
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May I ask on how you choose your colors when you color your art pieces? It is so pretty to look at the colors of your art, and I want to color like that, but color picking is very hard q-q
here's!! uh, the general areas in the color wheel where i try to pick depending on the vibe
highly inaccurate because tbh i just color pick directly or try to guess the colors from my references and just adjust them to be a little bit more pastel or to the atmosphere
and if i have their colors memorized (such as ink or dream), i just pick by memory or by my modified colors LOL
color your scrunkly!
set your line work to multiply and lock opacity
i use warm tones for white ish colors so uhhh idk whatever warm color from here
color the line work!!!!! ofc, shift the hue depending on the undertones of the surrounding colors
the skull color is a warm off-white, the undershirt is a blue-ish off-white, scarf is warm brown, so on and so on
the multiply function rly helps just blend things into the palette a little more, but if ur confident enough, you dont have to set it to multiply at all for extra variation
minimal shading by just taking the surrounding colors n adjusting the hue slightly n its value n saturation
gives it a very messy cel shaded look! been into it lately and stuff
and then i add a few overlays using the pin light layer mode!
i usually use these two colors together, it gives the right amount of pastel colors that really appeals to me
if you have access to gradient maps, i recommend using them lots!
it makes the pieces look a little more cohesive
the pin light layer mode imitates it n is very versatile if u cant use them though (like me when im just doodling on sai)
that's it!!! that's the basic rundown of how i color
i'm not very well versed in color theory so i can only do very basic color picking tips, but maybe next time i can offer ways on how to color more atmospherically!
have a nice time coloring your blorbos ✨
#Anonymous#tutorial#ref#ink sans#kia doodles shit#i hope this heeeeeeelps somewhat!!!!!#art tutorial#coloring tutorial#art help#art tips#art advice
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Hi there!! 🙋🏻♀️
I'd really like to read a one-shot, either Carlos x reader (or OFC) or Leon x reader (or OFC). It can also be fluffy and / or hurt & comfort, whatever you're up to 😊
The reader / ofc could probably be a scientist who has to find something important in the NEST in Raccon City and is protected by Carlos or Leon.
What do you think? 😊
No problem!!! Let's go for Carlos x Reader (I felt it more with Carlos)! Takes place during the events in Raccoon City in Resident Evil 3, and I had to slightly modify the base story regarding the NEST location, Carlos' path, etc. Hoping you will enjoy it!! (Sorry for any mistakes). and ofc lets forget the whole carlosxjill thing for this story.
Carlos Oliveira x Reader! : A Former Love
You remind me of someone,"
Carlos said anxiously as he had just laid Jill down on the hospital bed. "Hang in there, SuperCop, it's going to be okay, I'll be right back."
The mercenary's mind was filled with worry after his teammate had been infected during her latest battle against the biological weapon that had been relentlessly pursuing her since they had met. He had luckily stumbled upon the former member of the Bravo team from STARS and had managed to escort her to the hospital he had originally intended to go to. Apparently, this place was connected to Raccoon City's sewer system, and from there, he could reach the NEST where a vaccine against the T-Virus was supposed to be located.
« I guess it's time to go » Carlos sighed before closing the door to Jill's room.
The mercenary cautiously made his way through the dark and silent corridors of the hospital, which seemed to have been devoid of signs of life for a while now. The flickering light of his flashlight barely illuminated the decaying walls and closed doors, creating dancing shadows that seemed to play with his already frayed nerves. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty corridors, and he felt his heart race in his chest as he suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking.
The man froze, listening intently, expecting the worst considering all the horrors he had witnessed so far. Ready to react to any potential threat, Carlos quickly pointed his flashlight in the direction of the sound and moved towards it, making his way through the debris and dark corridors to reach the room from where the sound had come.
As he entered the room, his flashlight revealed a familiar silhouette. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment before recognizing the woman who stood there, eyes wide with surprise.
"[Name]?"
« Oh, come on…out of all the people I could meet in this world... what have I done to deserve this? »sighed the young woman in front of him.
The woman who had just entered the hospital was [Name], a former scientist from Umbrella Corporation, and at the same time, a former fling of Carlos. They had met during several joint missions, both working for Umbrella, and had an affair before their paths separated. The young man had not expected to see her here, in a hospital in the midst of the horror of Raccoon City.
"What are you doing here? Get out of this city as soon as possible, you're completely out of your mind!" Carlos said, concerned about the situation.
[Name] barely looked Carlos in the eyes as she picked up the knife she had dropped when she had broken the window to enter.
"I'm here to get the vaccine for all this abomination outside. As a former Umbrella scientist, I think I'll be able to recognize it, and at the same time, gather evidence to show the whole world that the company you still work for is responsible for all this mess," she said coldly.
Carlos let out a small laugh at her words. When I said Jill reminded me of someone…
He looked at her, his feelings mixed. On one hand, he was surprised to see her but relieved to know she was in one piece, but on the other hand, he couldn't deny that he was still drawn to her despite their complicated past.
"Still with this conspiracy theory against Umbrella…"
"You? Why are you here?" the young scientist retorted, finally looking at Carlos in the eyes.
"I'm looking for the vaccine too, believe it or not, for a teammate," he replied, looking worried.
The woman crossed her arms, not responding immediately. She remembered the passionate moments she had shared with Carlos in the past while looking at him from head to toe, but also the fights and disagreements that had driven them apart. One of the reasons that had separated them was, of course, Umbrella.
As you may have gathered from earlier, [Name] had left Umbrella shortly after discovering the company's true intentions and hearing about recent rumors of virus leaks. She had completely disappeared from the radar, doing her best to avoid being pursued by the nefarious corporation and to conduct her research safely and discreetly. She took a deep breath before taking a few steps towards the man standing in front of her. With a determined look, she began,
"You know what? You're going to escort me down there. In addition, you wouldn't have been able to recognize this vaccine, and I've been to this place before."
She grabbed Carlos by the arm without warning and directed him towards the corridor behind them.
"And at the same time, I'll prove to you that I'm right, and you won't be able to call me crazy one more time," she added with a semi-haughty air.
"Well then let's go, sweetheart."
•
The scientist walked with confident strides, knowing the way through the labyrinth of old hospital rooms. She carried a flashlight to illuminate their path, and Carlos followed closely, keeping his weapon ready in case they encountered any trouble.
Suddenly, [Name] came to a sudden stop, gesturing for the mercenary to be quiet. She listened attentively, hearing zombie noises emanating from one of the rooms, then pointed in a specific direction. Carlos nodded and followed her, amazed at how well she knew the layout of the place.
As they made their way through a particularly dark and narrow area towards the underground facility, the scientist grabbed Carlos' arm to help him navigate the stairs.
"You know, this is the second time you've grabbed my arm. I can still walk on my own," he joked teasingly, taken aback by the gesture but finding it pleasing.
[Name] looked up at him, and he noticed a smirk on her lips despite the dim surroundings.
"Haha, gotcha there, dollface. I don't think I've seen you smile once since we started," Carlos whispered.
"Do you expect me to smile often given the situation of this city?"
"No, but when you saw my handsome face back then, I would have expected a big smile from you," the armed man joked.
[Name] pretended not to hear her temporary bodyguard as they arrived at the doors of the NEST.
"Ready?"
•
It was the long-awaited moment for the two of them, as this was where crucial information about the shady activities of Umbrella Corporation and the vaccine needed to save Jill was located. [Name] pulled out an electronic device from her pocket and began hacking the security system of the door. Carlos was impressed by her skills and watched attentively
The door finally opened with a click, revealing a modern and well-equipped laboratory. The two former partners entered cautiously, their weapons ready, but nothing dangerous was in sight. While [Name] inspected the surroundings and vials in search of the vaccine, Carlos stumbled upon a computer displaying seemingly innocuous text.
"[Name],... You were right.... All this time,"
To his great surprise, the displayed information clearly showed that the Umbrella Corporation was responsible for all the virus leaks and dangerous experiments that had led to the catastrophe in the region. There were damning evidence of how the company had concealed its illegal activities and attempted to manipulate the situation to protect its own interests.
As she finally found and grabbed the sample of the vaccine, she slowly approached Carlos, who had a horrified look on his face. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder and gave him a look that said "I told you so."
"You know, Carlos," [Name] began, "I'm surprised that you remembered my name," she finished with a small smirk.
As Carlos was about to respond, a zombie emerged from the darkness and lunged at [Name], ready to bite her. The mercenary reacted instinctively, raising his weapon and firing a shot just in time to save the young woman. The creature collapsed, narrowly missing causing her fatal injuries.
A sudden cry escaped [Name]'s mouth as the sound of the gunshot and the fall of the zombie brought them both to the ground. They found themselves face to face, their faces just millimeters apart.
Emotions rushed through their minds as they looked intensely at each other.
His heart was pounding, mixed with adrenaline and concern for [Name]'s safety.
He could feel her warm breath against his face.
As their gazes locked in intense connection, Carlos found himself lost in his thoughts.
God, how beautiful she was.
« Oh come on..." [Name] regained her composure and suddenly stood up, trying not to let her "former" feelings take over.
"Did I say that out loud?" Carlos said with a small chuckle, standing up as well.
"Thank you for saving me, I owe you one, and for accompanying me," the young woman said, heading towards the exit. "There's still a second sample of the vaccine on the table at the back for your partner."
"Wait!"
Carlos rushed towards [Name] and suddenly grabbed her arm. At first annoyed by this gesture, [Name] made movements to free herself from Carlos' grip, but then noticed the seriousness in his brown eyes. He took a deep breath and began his declaration in a deep voice.
"[Name], I sincerely apologize for not believing you when you warned me about Umbrella. I was wrong, and I regret not taking your warnings more seriously. You were right from the beginning."
He paused, letting his words sink in the emotionally charged air between them.
"And about your earlier remark, I never forgot your name, not for a single second. You have always been on my mind, [Name], believe it or not. Knowing that you are safe and sound after all this time brings me great relief."
Carlos lowered his gaze slightly, collecting his thoughts.
He wasn't accustomed to expressing his emotions so openly, but he knew it was important for him to convey what he felt.
The young man tightened his grip and continued.
"There has always been something special between us, [Name]. Even though circumstances have kept us apart. Spending time with you now, in the midst of this chaotic situation, reminded me of how much you mean to me."
He looked up, meeting the gaze of his former flame, searching for a response in her eyes.
[Name] stared at Carlos, moved by his sincere words. She could see vulnerability in his eyes, something she had never witnessed in him before.
The young woman thought they had both moved on, but now, facing him, she wasn't sure of anything.
"Thank you, Carlos," she said softly. "We'll see if we cross paths again after all of this is over."
She offered him a faint smile but didn't linger. She made her way towards the exit door of the laboratory, leaving Carlos standing there.
"Well, let's go back and save Supercop now,"
#luis sera#resident evil#luis sera x reader#luis serra navarro#resident evil 4#luis serra#resident evil remake#luis serra x reader#digital painting#illustration#carlos oliveira#carlos x reader#carlos oliveria smut#carlos oliveria x reader#resident evil 3#re3 carlos#re3make#resident evil fanfiction
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(Writerblr) intro post!
Hi! welcome to my blog! this is my (very late) writerblr/general/artblr intro, or just somewhere with all my general informations :)
please, go on and read *bows*
☆ Ash is my name on here and i go by she/her
★ Im a teen writer and artist, but i dream of acting
☆ im from italy
★ pan ace and quoiromantic (or wtfromantic its the same) (im still kinda questioning tho??? probs demiromantic??? idk?? feelings r weird atm)
☆ entp and introvert
★ im always up for tag games or stuff like that :)
☆ recently added tags! #ash writes- my writing ofc #ash and her rants- just me talking abt random stuff could be anything serious or not #ash on fire- probs me fangirling over something lol i may get overexcited beware
★ i relate to a spiritual and psychological level to black cats and all theur other forms (aka regulus black, tori spring, aristotle mendoza etc etc etc)
i mostly write fantasy or fanfiction, but sometimes i engage in various genres as mystery, dystopian or surrealism :)
★ So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since
genre: fanfiction
audience: general/ teen and up
tropes: rivals to lovers, college AU, slow burn, a lot of fencing, paris✨
cw/tw: past rape/non con, ptsd, homophobia, wounds/blood
progress: i try to update every week but nothing's promised 🥲
snippet here:
Years ago he’d learned to mask his handwriting, so now he could easily forge any handwriting he wanted, if he was given a good example of it being used.
There was something extremely interesting in how each person connected two letters to each other.
How they wrote an “ar” was different from how they would write an “or”, how much the words were apart from each other and how much pressure they put in the paper told a lot about someone, to him it was like zodiac signs.
He didn’t always have to copy other handwritings, not unless he wanted to throw the blame on that person.
He just had to invent a brand new writing style, and be careful to not slip his between the cracks.
And that’s exctly what he did in the letter.
Before Jesper could finish his monologue about how much he had missed out in the past few months holed up in his office, a blackmail threat was ready to be closed inside the paper envelope, just the signature was missing, but he didn’t bother to add it.
A proper threat always had to be anonymous, it was always better to give as little information you could.
Everything could be used against you.
The maroon wax sealed the opening with a satisfying fizzling and a single wisp of smoke.
The clock chimed on the wall, it was already 6 pm, he had to go finish some assignments.
(previously titled: questionable decisions)
☆ The Rogue
genre: fantasy, dystopian
audience: teen and up
setting: a fantasy world im currently busy (trying) building
progress: just vibes really, two mainc characters, a couple sides and an outline plus one of the first chapters, not much really but im working on it
characters:
anne: the rogue from where i took the title.
shes a 17 y/o girl who lives in a bunker in a forest, on the run from the government as she's a "high traitor and liar who must be destroyed".
she has the ability to modify her face and appereance for a while and she has a prosthetic arm connected to her virtual friend Indigo.
thanks to it she's able to teleport and keep track of various things.
alexander: the son of the dictator, he's lived his life in a bubble until 2 years ago, when he finally managed to get more social contacts with people and (slightly) catch up on what he's missed, behind his father's back of course.
he meets anne when she's captured and figures she's his best shot at escaping his father domain.
snippet:
This time, she materialised in the shadows behind a bulding, which gave her enough cove for her to shift her facial features. Her nose a little bigger, her hair some shades brighter, her eyes more elongated and greener than the grass growing outside her doorstep and a splash of freckles to top it all off. It was way harder to do it without a mirror, and way more dangerous.
For all she knew, she could’ve been looking like a girl with a fish head, and she didn’t know if that would be better or worse than looking like herself.
Anne took out a hat and a silk scarf, she wrapped it around her neck and jumped in a group of tourists gazing at the city.
In no time she was in the square, vendor’s stands circling her, colourful flags waving in the wind.
She could’ve stayed like that for ever, stuck in the memories of her old life, but she knew it couldn’t last forever.
★ Flowers and Homicide
genre: mystery
audience: general
cw/tw: blood, dead bodies, autopsies
main character: Giada
she's a forensics student who one day stumbles (metaphorically) over a dead body in her neighbour's lawn and starts investigating.
progress: actually finished but in italian sadly so in the translation process
☆ Confessions of a timeless man
genre: short story, surrealistic
audience: teen and up
content warning: suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, depression
plot summary: a man is stuck living the same day over and over, after almost 10 years there, he tries to escape his curse by killing himself
progress: completed XD
(here's my ao3 btw)
you want to know more about me! why than you, here you go!
★ my favourite artists are Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic, Marina, Lana del Rey, Sabrina Carpenter, Mother Mother and Billie Eilish (theres more but i cant remember whoops)
☆ i have a veryyyy slight synesthesia
★ other than writing, art-ing and reading i love baking/cooking and crocheting
☆ theatre kid over here, always up for screaming my lungs out
★ uhhh im a vegetarian
☆ i know a scary amount about death and murder (especially poisons)
★ i dont have a specific vibe, it usually changes every few months or so
☆ i probably have anxiety but ive never been to therapy so idk 💀
★ always up for fangirling :3 (im in too many fandoms *cries* buuut im most active on pjo, marauders, grishaverse and osemanverse, musicals and some books that i have boards for on my pinterest :D)
☆ i am terribly scared of insects, needles and dogs
★ my (quite unusual) sport is aerial dance, a circus speciality that looks really cool but is acctually really painful
☆ my pinterest, spotify and goodreads if by some reason you're really interested in the chaotic human being that i am :)
thank you for reading this farrr🥹🥹
have a great day/night/life/existence/other :D
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Could you write a Manorian x reader where they tell her to NOT go to that party but she tries to sneak out anyway while they are asleep and at some point gets caught and ofc Manon is being Manon and starts lecturing and yelling lol anyways at some point reader goes off at her cuz GOD why can’t they just let me have fun?? (Manon definitely does not appreciate her talking back) anyways manorian realizes she really wants to have fun so they say she could go but they have to go w her. And they end up dancing together there and having fun ehehe
it's called fun
Manorian x Reader
Summary: Reader convinces Manon and Dorian to go out.
Warnings: drinking
A/N: Thank you for the request! this was fun to write, it deviated a little sorry!
“Manon shut up.” She blinked at you - you’d never spoken to her like this before. Not in this way. Her eyes narrowed, and you could see she was about to spit something else out, before you interrupted again. “It’s for fun, in case you forgot the concept.”
Dorian was fighting his smirk from behind Manon, and as soon as she whirled on him he carefully put a neutral face on.
“And what do you think of this?”
“It could be fun.” He shrugged. You know he’s angry at you as well, but maybe a bit of fun, a night out, could quell some of that. “We disguise ourselves.”
“It is a masked party,” you grinned. With you and Dorian teaming up on her, Manon would find it difficult to say no. She could do it, she had before, but maybe this time you could convince her. “Will saying please help?” Iron teeth snapped at you, half-heartedly, before she stalked towards the closet.
You and Dorian shared a grin. He modified their features just enough they wouldn’t be recognized.
“If anything goes wrong,” Manon snarled, pointing at you, “it’s your fault.”
You shrugged, “If you insist.”
-
“Is Manon,” you whispered conspiratorially to Dorian, knowing her witch senses would pick up on it, “having fun?” He snorted, and the witch in question sent a nasty glare at you, but you saw how her cheeks flushed slightly from the drinks, and took the hand dragging you back towards the dance floor. Dorian trailed behind both of you.
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“We’re never doing that again.” Manon snapped the next morning, one hand on her head.
“Having fun?” Dorian questioned. Apparently she didn’t have a very high alcohol tolerance. She sent him a glare, before focusing her attention on you. “We’re still not finished discussing the trick you tried to pull.”
You threw your head back in a groan. Apparently a night of fun couldn’t get you out of Manon’s lectures.
#manorian x y/n#manorian x reader#manon blackbeak x y/n#manon blackbeak x reader#dorian havilliard x y/n#dorian havilliard x reader#throne of glass fic#throne of glass imagine
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Foreigner's God: Chapter 21
Main Masterlist
Pairing: Matt Murdock x OFC
Summary: Matt makes true to his promise to ruin her until she can't walk anymore.
Warnings: SMUT, pwp, this is pure filth, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), face-fucking, light bondage and allusions to BDSM, slight mean!dom!Matt, but he cares, fingering, praise kink, degradation, overstimulation, forced orgasm, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, choking, safe word being used, mentions of sub-drop, use of 'sir' and 'daddy', subspace, actual aftercare
Word Count: 8.7k
A/n: Here you go, horny sharks. Have fun!
Read Chapter 21: Green, Green Dress here on AO3!
On their way out, Eliza discarded the keycards in a trash can. They kept their heads down, hoping no one would notice. They didn’t.
Foggy was already parked at the curb. “Get in losers, we’re going shopping!” he yelled out of the window, like a reckless idiot.
“Do not hit me with that Mean Girls reference,” she said.
He didn’t waste time hitting the gas and sped down the street once the pair was safely inside. “It was a bitch to get here,” he told them. “The traffic was insane. At some point, I actually thought the cops would stop me.”
Matt leaned into Eliza. His breath tickled her ear. “I believe there is something you wanted to give me,” he breathed.
She wiggled her hips. Her pathetically wet panties slid down her thighs. She handed them to him as secretly as possible. Spreading her legs teasingly, she knew she was done for, judging by the way he sucked in a sharp breath.
He reached for her thigh, crossing it over the other with a force unmatched by what she had seen him do with her before.
“Keep them together,” he hissed. “Tease me anymore and we’re gonna have a serious problem.”
She swallowed. This was exactly what she wanted after everything that went down. She was slightly drunk, turned on, full of adrenaline, and kind of excited and proud of herself. The anxiety stayed hidden. It would bite her in the ass later, but for now, she wanted to let Matt have his way with her. She wanted him to split her apart and fuck her until she couldn’t see straight anymore.
“Hey, how did it go?” Foggy asked.
“Right.” She cleared her throat, “We found a blueprint. I figured out that it’s the White Room. Hydra built it up again. It’s where I was made into who I am now. They modified my powers there. Children died. I was the only one who survived. You know the story. Wasn’t fun. There is more to it though. I have an infinity stone inside of me. Surprise!”
“What?!” Foggy pushed his foot down on the brakes. The sudden stop made them fall forward. “You found what? You have what inside of you? What is happening? What did I miss?”
“A lot, nothing we should discuss while driving because you need to concentrate and you can’t do that when you’re driving. And I need to be sober for this, which I definitely am not.”
“Oh, my God. So this actually worked? You did it?”
“It worked, yes, but you’re standing on the freeway right now without driving, so you might want to push the gas before we end up in an accident and all die. Either that or we switch and I’ll drive.”
Matt leaned forward. “Do not let her drive,” he said. “The last time she did, I almost died.”
“That’s because you were stabbed!”
“And you almost crashed the car.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.”
“How would you know? You were bleeding out on the passenger seat.”
“Yeah, it was that terrible.”
“I can’t believe you would insult me like that.”
“Insult you? You’re the one constantly teasing me.”
“You know, if you have a problem with how I handle things, you could have just told me.”
“I’m telling you all the time. I mean, you always bring knives or- or guns everywhere we go, even when we don’t need them.”
“When have we ever not needed them?”
“You have powers that can cause more damage than a knife. Use them.”
“That doesn’t make me indestructible, Matthew.”
“At this point, I’m pretty sure you’re immortal, Eliza. Besides, weapons don’t make you indestructible either.”
“Yeah, but they protect me. And you. As far as I can recall. So, with my powers and a knife, I can do so much more damage. Like, a lot.”
“That is exactly my point! You don’t need to cause panic and destruction every time we go out.”
“Now, hold up! That’s not what I do.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“You beat them up!”
“Still better than leaving them to bleed out with a stab wound to the throat. I know they don’t die because you won’t let that happen, but what if someone does?”
“What if someone you hit gets a brain bleed?”
“That’s not fair.”
“Oh, but blaming me is fair? Always blame the mutant. Of course.”
While they were bickering, Foggy let go of the breaks and started driving. Though they didn’t realize until after he pulled into Matt’s street. He lifted his finger, but they weren’t paying attention.
“You know how many times you almost died in the past couple of days?” Matt asked.
“I don’t exactly keep count of that,” she said.
“You know, maybe you should. There are a lot of people who hate you.”
“What do you want me to do, kill them so they won’t kill me?”
“If we killed everyone who hates you, it wouldn’t be murder, it would be a fucking apocalypse!”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is…” he pouted. “Okay, I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“Oh, my God.”
“GUYS!” Foggy chose to raise his voice.
Their heads shot towards him. “What?” both of them said at the same time. It was weird.
“We’re here,” he said.
“Oh.” The outside of the apartment complex was right outside Matt’s side of the car.
He opened his door, not even waiting for her to help him. She threw her hands up and groaned, “Don’t run away from me, Matt.”
“Guess we’ll talk tomorrow then,” Foggy was shut down with the sound of the door falling shut, heels disappearing into the distance. “Thank you, Foggy. You’re welcome, guys. I’m glad you’re not dead. Get home safe. Oh, thanks, guys. Appreciate it. See you later.”
Matt unlocked the door. “Look, all I’m saying is, most problems can be resolved without restoring to sharp objects that might kill someone,” he said.
“I can’t believe we’re fighting about this right now,” said Eliza.
“Maybe we should.”
“Knives are helpful.”
“You don’t need them!”
“Are you sure? You never know when you have to… cut some cheese… that has been offered to you by a… homeless man.”
He frowned. “What?”
“Or you know, stab someone because they keep trying to kill you and you want to defend yourself. That’s pretty important, too, you know.”
“You’re annoying,” he said. “And you are so difficult. God, it makes me want to- to strangle you.”
“Oh, my… you know what, I’m not doing this with you. I’m not fighting with you about something so stupid when we both know what this is about.”
“And what is this about?”
“I…” she was at a loss for words.
“You didn’t think before you said that, did you?”
“No, but I am thinking about it right now. I will find a reason.”
“Oh, for God’s sake. Let’s just do this.” Finally, he smashed his lips against her, walking with her in his arms until she hit the wall.
He flipped her around, chest pressed to the wall while he traced her shoulder with his tongue. He kissed her neck, wandering hands touching her all over. He removed his jacket from her shoulders, tossed their masks into a random corner, and finally - God, finally, she thought - shoved his middle finger into her tight cunt.
“You want another one?” he asked.
She wriggled back against him. “Yes.”
“What’s that?”
“Yes, please.”
“Not what I want to hear. C’mon, I know you want to say it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He smirked, adding his ring finger into the mix. She was so wet around his digits. The arousal filled the room with her sweet scent and the sound of him thrusting in and out of her, massaging her walls expertly. “I’m in control now,” he growled into her ear. “I will do whatever I want however I want with you and you’re gonna take it like the greedy little slut you are. I have a promise to keep.”
“God, Matt.”
“That’s either Matthew or sir to you, and don’t you dare use the lord’s name in vain. I’m already pissed, you don’t want to push me.”
“Fuck!” she moaned. Her spit coated the wall, tears staining her cheeks, causing the mascara to run from her eyes. Her lipstick was smudged. She felt his fingers everywhere, deep inside of her, on her clit, on her breast, everywhere at once. “Matthew, please.”
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I… I just want you. Just you, please.”
“You’ve got me.”
“Don’t you want me, too?”
“I want a lot of things. Right now, I want you to cum.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She came with the softest cry of his name. His fingers kept thrusting in and out of her until it got too much. He ran a hand over her back, waiting for her breathing to slow down.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Fine,” she breathed.
“Turn around then.” She did as she was told only to be met with his plump lips. He kissed her once, a fast one, then shoved the fingers that had been inside of her into her mouth. She sucked on them. Her eyes rolled back.
She kissed his hand, over his bruised knuckles, his palm, and he took it upon himself to cradle her head in his hand. He had planned to be dominant, but it was hard to stay that way with her craving his touch so much.
“Bedroom?” she suggested.
He nodded. “Bedroom.”
She kicked her heels off and removed the flash drive hairclip from her hair. She let herself go. She allowed him to guide her into his bedroom, surrendering control completely. He laid her down on the bed, feeling the silk of her dress, caressing her thighs. She sighed.
“I want to taste you. I need to. What I got in that supply closet was just the appetizer; now I’m ready for the whole goddamn meal.”
She spread her legs eagerly. “Do what you want with me, Matthew.”
“Oh, I will. And if I want to suffocate between your thighs, I will do that too because you are mine.”
He kissed agonizingly slowly up her inner thigh. She was so beautiful and he wanted to savor the moment. He was on his knees again then.
“Oh,” she moaned contently. “You look so pretty on your knees, Matthew.”
He gasped against her thigh. “Don’t think this puts you in control.”
“I know, just wanted to let you know.”
“That’s cute, but what I’m about to do to you has nothing to do with cute or pretty, sweetheart. It’s much, much worse.”
Matt licked a long, hot stripe along her slit, twisting his tongue between her puffy folds. He did the same as he had done the previous time. Though he took his time, varying between licking and sucking and thrusting his tongue inside of her. She had her head thrown back, clutching the silk sheets above her head. Her back arched. It felt more intense like that, the slow and steady pace, the attention to detail.
The orgasm built up slowly. It started in her lower stomach, reaching deep into her core, pulling all the strings it possibly could.
“Fuck!”
She could have sworn she must have passed out. What started as a slow oncoming wave crashed into her fast and hard, she didn’t have time to comprehend what was even happening. Her legs shook when he finally set them down, slowing down his pace even more. The shaking subsided into twitches of overstimulation, only then did he stop.
“That’s it,” he soothed her, “Good girl.”
Air filled her lungs again. “Oh, fuck!” she breathed out.
“I want you to give me another one.”
“Fuck, Matt. No. I can’t take it.”
“Just one more,” he kissed her inner thigh, “I promise.”
“Nhh- shit!”
His lips found her clit again. She jolted away at the overstimulation. His vice grip on her hips was the only thing keeping her from flying off the bed. Her back arched off the bed, legs tightening around his head, though this time he kept her legs spread and pinned down. She couldn’t escape. The sheets and pillows suffered as she searched for something to hold onto. She was falling and falling and falling, and there seemed to be no floor to land on.
If this was her punishment, she would gladly misbehave again.
She cried out, pulling at his unruly hair. The pace he kept was brutal. Every time she stood at the edge, he pulled away. He licked over her entrance, moving far away from her clit.
“Hands to yourself,” he said against her cunt.
She raised her arms above her head, pulling at the sheets instead. It was not enough. Reaching back for his hair, she moaned.
“I said,” he stopped suddenly, “Hands to yourself.”
“But-“
“You know what?” Matt tore at his bow tie. The fabric was shorter, but it could still wrap around her wrists. “Hands. C’mon.”
She hesitantly put her wrists together in front of her. He tied the black restraints around her, not too tight but enough to keep her hands together.
“Now put them above your head and don’t you dare reach down,” he said. His voice bordered on a growl. “I’m gonna make you cum again on my terms. You got that?”
Eliza tried to clench her thighs together, but he kept them flat on the mattress. She needed friction. She needed his tongue or his fingers, anything to make the ache go away.
“I got it,” she breathed.
He pressed a soft kiss to her belly button before diving back down.
She strained against the tie. She could have easily broken free, her wrists were already hurting, but it was so good. She wanted more.
Her body wasn’t prepared for the orgasm that washed over her. The wave crashed in, her body started convulsing. She was shaking, crying, choked up, and unable to breathe. Her pulse was beating out of her veins. She clenched around thin air, her pussy wetter than it had been before.
Matt kept slowly kissing her sensitive clit. Her cry of pain made him pull away, finally. The muscles in her arms started cramping from the position and the tension she put on them. She wasn’t fond of being restrained, but this was nice for a change.
He climbed over her body, loosening the tie around her wrists. Instantly, he started rubbing soothing circles over the reddened skin. The tears dried on her cheeks. She had her eyes closed, but she was awake, she hadn’t passed out. Her body was simply in a state of shock and bliss, she found herself in a distant universe.
“Shh,” he gently stroked her hair as she whimpered, “You’re okay. I’m right here. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
She breathed deeply. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. Her mind was reduced to mush and ashes.
“You good there?”
“Have I been punished enough, sir?” she asked. Her voice cracked, higher than it had ever been.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Matt clicked his tongue, “I have barely started.”
“Wha- no.” She whimpered at his attempt to slip his hands between her legs. “You promised.”
“Your tears only make this much more entertaining for me. But just to check in, what’s your color?”
“Green,” she answered in a heartbeat.
“Eager, are we?” She nodded. “Only good girls get to be eager.” Eliza yelped when he rubbed a finger over her clit. “You haven’t been a good girl, have you?”
“No,” she whined.
“What does that make you?” Matt asked.
“A bad girl.”
“And?”
“A- a whore.”
“That’s right.” His fingers sped up. She tried to shut her legs, but he forced them open with the other hand. “Don’t close your legs, not now. Keep them open. There you go.”
“‘S too much.”
He rubbed even faster. Her face contorted. She let out a wanton moan, one she wasn’t proud of.
“Let me hear you,” he cooed. “You can be louder than that.”
“I can-nhhh, fuck!” she cried out. He pinched her clit between his fingers. The pain went straight to the coil tightening in her lower stomach, setting her on fire.
“That wasn’t a question, sweetheart.”
She desperately scratched at his forearm, but he only slipped one of his thighs over hers, the head of his cock rubbing against her thigh, making him grunt. Tears trickled down her skin and onto his chest. The speed was torturous. One finger applied hard pressure to her clit, the other gliding through her folds. He continued rubbing and rubbing and rubbing and she was so close, she was going to cum any second now. His lips on her nipple sent her over the edge. She screamed and it was so embarrassing but so good.
Something warm coated her stomach. She was so hazy, she didn’t realize it at first. Matt’s silent grunts against her tit woke her up enough to look down. He had opened his belt and pulled himself out of the confines of the tux.
“Oh, fuck!” The sight of his cum on her stomach made her walls clench around nothing, his fingers still rubbing small circles over her clit, helping her come down from her high. She reached for his desperately grinding cock, though moved behind his back instead and pulled him flush against her by clawing at his ass. He rode out his orgasm against her thigh.
He whimpered, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay, I… fuck!”
“I didn’t mean to cum yet.” His guilty tone turned into a small chuckle. “Here,” he said, tracing a finger through his release, and offered it to her. “Take it like a good girl. Taste me.” She opened her mouth, taking his finger eagerly. “Then again, I deserve this. ‘Cause who’s been a bad girl?”
“Me,” she whispered.
“That’s right.”
“This is my punishment, not yours.”
He kissed her. “You’re so perfect, you know that?”
“Yeah,” she chuckled, “I know. But I think that was enough for me today. You punished me, I learned my lesson.”
Matt cocked his eyebrows. “Oh? Did you think I was done?”
“What? Matt, no.”
He scooted to the edge of the bed, forcing her to follow with a strong tuck on her thighs. He threw her over his lap.
“You’ve been annoying me the whole day in so many different ways, you deserve to suffer. I will give you four strikes, one for every time you pushed me. You think you can take that much?”
“Four what?”
“I told you I’d take you over my knee when we’re done.” He massaged her cheeks with gentle hands, revealing the soft skin underneath the dress. “Let’s get this off first,” he murmured, sliding the zipper down. He traced his fingers over her shoulder blades, removing the silk - though hesitantly - from her body. It dropped to the floor.
She gasped, realizing how naked she was all of a sudden while Matt was fully dressed. His cock poked her stomach, still covered in half of his cum, but that was it. Everything else about him was perfectly covered.
“Matthew, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Punishing you for being a bad girl.” Only his fingertips brushed her ass. “Are you okay with that?” he asked. “Are you okay with me spanking you, sweetheart?”
Her experience with being hit from behind wasn’t exactly great.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Remember, you can always tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to-”
“No, I mean, if it gets too much, you can always say your safeword. I’m not doing anything without your consent.”
“Okay,” she said softly. Even now he didn’t want to hurt her, not really. He wanted pain and pleasure to blur, not push her further than she was willing to go. This whole world was new to her and she enjoyed it, the things he had tried with her, but there was a lot she hadn’t yet experienced or even seen.
Matt knew that he wanted to be the person to teach her. There wasn’t much time left for them. He wanted to use what little they had to do the most of it.
“Are you okay if I touch your back or do you want me to stay away from it?”
“No, I’m okay. I promise.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “You can touch wherever you want.”
“Okay.” Matt soothed his fingers over her back. He felt the scars, the ragged edges, and he suddenly felt sad. He was overcome by a wave of sadness, knowing what happened to put them there. He didn’t want to think about it, not now, not when she was so eager to be touched.
He shook off the guilty thoughts. “Now,” he said, lowering his voice and head to breathe into her ear, “You’re gonna count with me. Every time you stutter, I will add another one. If you lose count, I will add another one. Mouth off on me-”
“You will add another one,” she cut in.
He chuckled. “That’s one.”
“What? No! Matthew, please. I didn’t-”
“You mouthed off on me.”
“I’m sorry!”
“I’m sure you are, but that’s not gonna buy you anything tonight.”
He dragged a slow, teasing finger through her folds. She was so wet, it slipped right in.
“Oh, sweetie,” he cooed, “you’re dripping. Does the thought of me slapping your ass turn you on?”
Eliza exhaled. “Yes.” A silent admission.
“That is so pathetic.”
“Matthew!” A quiet sob wracked her body. “I’m not pathetic.”
“Yes, you are.“
“I’m sorry!”
“Let’s do something about it then. Count for me.” He brought his hand up, she felt the cold air on her ass, and without further hesitation, he smacked her. She jolted forward. The pain of his hand colliding with her skin was hot, it hurt, it stung, and it caused the wetness to trickle down her thigh. At least it felt that way.
She cried out, “One.”
“Color?” he asked.
Her chest fumbled with a deep breath. “Green.”
“Mh-hm. Good.”
Smack.
“Two,” she counted.
Smack.
“Thr-” he shoved two fingers inside of her with the hand that wasn’t busy assaulting her ass, “Oh fuck!”
Matt squeezed her reddened cheek. “That’s another one. Start from the beginning.”
She cursed when he added a bit more force to his spanking. “One.”
His fingers curled. It was her reward. Suddenly, she was more than eager to give him what he wanted. She would get what she wanted in return. It was the only thing that drove her.
“Two,” she said upon the next smack.
Smack.
“Three.”
He curled his fingers again, hitting her only half as hard on the other cheek to equal out the redness and tenderness that would follow.
“Four.” Her nails dug into the silk sheets. “I can’t…” his fingers curled just right, brushing over that spot that made her go crazy.
“Just one more,” he said.
“You said that before, you liar.”
Smack.
“What was that?”
“I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re just gonna get another one for that.”
Smack. “Count,” he ordered.
“Five,” she barely managed to grunt through gritted teeth before she collapsed in his arms with the sweet pain spreading through her lower half.
“Math isn’t your strong suit, is it?”
“What?”
“You skipped one. Again.”
“Matt, no,” she sobbed. “I’ll be good, I promise! I’m sorry I miscounted, I just…”
“You were too turned on to focus, is that it?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Too bad.” He brought his hand back down on her ass. “Count.”
She pulled herself together. “One,” she said weakly.
Smack.
“T-two.”
He let that stutter slide.
Smack.
“Three,” she cried out. The next one hurt like a bitch.
He smacked her again, the red spots feeling like fire underneath his fingers. “Come on, you can do it,” he said.
“Fuck- four.”
Smack.
“Five!”
He sighed proudly. “Good girl.”
He massaged the beaten skin. She felt his lips kiss her cheeks, one at a time. Thank God for the coldness of his hands. Though there was something else that seemed to burn more. He didn’t stop the movements of his fingers. Together with his gentle touch and her already oversensitive nerves, she found herself on the same edge in minutes.
Eliza bit down on the silk sheets. “No,” she whimpered. “Not again.”
“Yes, again.” He smirked.
“Oh, fuck me!”
“That’s what I’m doing. You gonna cum?”
“Yes!”
“Do it then.”
Her fist moved from the sheet to his shirt, clawing at it until she could feel part of the fabric slowly give in. Her thighs clamped shut around his hand. She cried into the sheets, more than glad at that moment that he couldn’t see her miserable face.
Matt didn’t falter. “I think you can do better than that. That was a weak one.”
“No. It’s too much.” She needed a second to breathe, a second he didn’t seem to have. He hadn’t stopped since he started pulling orgasm after orgasm out of her, and she needed a break, but she also needed more. It was all a confusing blur.
He said just one more several orgasms ago. Her body was in charge, no longer her mind, and her body wanted him. His fingers continued their brutal pace, thumb coming forward to rub against her clit. He was only two digits in, growing confident. “Think you can take another one?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Is that a no? You don’t want another finger? ‘Cause if you want me to stop, you know what to say.”
Her moan gave her away.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” The third finger slipped right in, although he struggled with restraint when she whined, and the sound wasn’t one of pleasure. She hissed in pain. He almost stopped, almost. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Eager to please, hm? So you take it and you make sure you cum as hard as you can for me, even if it breaks my fucking hand.”
She pushed her ass back into his touch, bucking her hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers. The pain quickly subsided. She was stuffed to the brim and it felt too good to stop.
“Matthew, I… fuck! I’m…” she ground her teeth. “I’m gonna…”
“I know,” he said softly.
“I can’t-“
“Shh, yes you can. When I say cum, you cum, and don’t you dare hold back. I want to feel everything.” He pumped once, twice, then gave her the permission she craved, “Cum for me.”
She deserved that one. Her toes curled and she came hot all over his fingers. It didn’t stop. The orgasm went on and on and on, the sounds she was making didn’t even make sense, she could barely hear them. Her ears were pulsating with blood. She couldn’t hear anything but her breathing. The pain tore her apart.
Matt moaned at the scent lingering in the air, tasting her on the tip of his tongue. He kept coaxing her through the orgasm, pulling out only when she was begging for him to stop, “Yellow,” she breathed. “Too much. Way too much, fuck.”
He stopped instantly. “Okay, pause. I’m so sorry.”
Her muscles slacked with exhaustion. He made sure not to hurt her when he helped her sit up on her knees. She almost fell off the bed.
“You okay?” he asked.
Slowly, she nodded. “I think so, yeah.”
“We can stop this right now if you want.”
“I didn’t say red. I don’t… I just need to…” She needed something else, something to do other than come for him over and over again. “I need a- a break. That’s what I need.”
“Of course.”
Eliza regained her lung functions after some time of just kissing his neck lazily. To his surprise, she forced him onto his back. “Scene change,” she said. “That’s what yellow means, right?”
His lips were her last meal. She tore his shirt open, sending the buttons flying everywhere. His pants were next, his shoes and everything else that was covering him until he was completely naked underneath her.
“That was expensive,” he cursed.
“Respectfully, shut up, sir.”
She kissed down his chest. He moaned in the back of his throat when he finally felt her mouth on his cock. She started with small licks to the head, dragging her tongue through the slit. Spitting in her hand, she pumped him a few times to get him fully hard. The wetness made it easier to give him what he needed. She licked a long stripe along his shaft, tracing the veins. He moaned.
“You don’t get to tease me,” he said. “You’re not in charge- oh, shit!”
That mouth of hers was going to be the death of him. She took him as far as she could, hands playing with his balls. He was already so sensitive from the first orgasm, it didn’t need much to turn him into a writhing mess underneath her skilled fingers.
“Fucking hell! You’re doing so well. Take my cock. Fuck! Your mouth is so good, sweetheart. Feels so good.” He wasn’t sure if he even made sense as he panted and moaned. It was his turn to claw at the sheets.
Her nails scratched his abs, squeezing his spread thighs and moving up to toy with his erect nipples. She gave them a quick tuck and he hissed. He wanted to put his hands in her hair, but he stopped himself from forcing her down on him. She seemed to sense his need so she took his hand, untangled them from the sheets and his hair, and placed them on the back of her head.
Eliza pulled off only momentarily, a string of spit and pre cum connecting her to his cock. Tears stained her cheeks. He could only imagine how beautiful she looked.
“Use me,” she said. “Do what you want with me. Please, you promised.”
She wanted him to use her the way he saw fit, and she didn’t have to ask him twice.
“Oh, you want me to use you? You want me to fuck your mouth, is that it? Are you that greedy.”
She nodded.
“Take it in your mouth. C’mon.”
Matt guided her mouth up and down his cock at the pace he needed. What she couldn’t take, she used her hands for. His hips thrust up in time with the swirl of her tongue. She tasted his tip, spit running down his shaft. He didn’t think when he pushed her head completely down. She gagged at the sudden intrusion.
“Shit!” he let out a string of other curses, but that was the most coherent. “Sorry.”
She tried to shake her head as if to tell him that it was okay. And perhaps do it again, so he did and she moaned around him.
“Do that again,” she said. “Do it.”
He kept hitting her throat repeatedly. She breathed through her nose, although she was getting lightheaded already from the lack of oxygen.
“I’m gonna…” He threw his head back. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum.”
She hollowed her mouth and swallowed the second he let go and came hard into her mouth. The familiar taste spread all over her tongue, hypnotizing her senses. She sucked him dry, milking him for all he was worth and more.
He hissed, overstimulated and softening in her mouth. He pulled her off. She whined.
“Oh, look at you,” he breathed. Spit and cum smeared all over her lips. “You’re so cockdrunk right now, aren’t you? C’mere.”
He tasted himself on her. She tasted of him and her and some champagne from before. She wasn’t the only one drunk, it seemed. He could taste her over and over again, he would never get tired of it.
“I want to do this differently this time.” Matt rolled them over, still tangled, still kissing. He ground against her just enough to get himself hard again. It didn’t take much, not with her all over him. “Get on your hands and knees,” he told her.
Eliza barely had the strength, but she pulled herself together. She turned, leveling her weight on her knees, face pressed into the mattress. He forced her hips up, sliding a pillow underneath her pelvis.
“I told you I’d fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk. I intend to keep that promise.”
“Please, Matthew,” she was crying into the sheets by then, knuckles turned white from gripping the soft silk as if her life depended on it. “I need you, please.”
“What do you need?”
He coated his cock in her wetness, slapping it against her clit.
“Fuck! I need you, just you. Please, fuck me.”
“Good girl, asking for what you want. You know what happens to good girls?”
“I don’t...”
“They get rewarded, sweetheart. And you’ve been so good.”
“Daddy, please.”
“Hm,” he smirked, “That wasn’t on my list for today, but I’ll take it.” With that, he thrust his hips forward, cock stretching her walls. She moaned at the feeling of him filling her up in every way possible. Her back arched, he was slightly worried about her spine. The position made it possible for him to thrust as deep as his cock would allow. The angle was perfect.
He stilled once he managed to bottom out. She clenched around him, engulfing him like she was molded just for him and only him. Her eyes narrowed at the sudden burning sensation.
“Shhh, angel, relax.”
The nickname was new.
“Take a deep breath and relax your muscles.”
“I am.”
“Do you need me to switch positions?”
She reached back to grab his hip, digging her nails into his ass. “Don’t,” she said. “I can take it. I want to take it. All of it, all of you.”
“You sure you can take it?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes!”
“Okay then.” Matt rocked his hips slowly, moving enough to stretch her out but not pressuring her too much. It got easier after the first few thrusts. She cried out when he hit her sweet spot, moaning his name in between strangled breaths. He could feel her muscles loosen and contract around him again. She calmed down.
“Good girl. That’s a fucking good girl.” He emphasized every single one of his words with a hard thrust.
“Matthew.”
“Yeah?”
“Faster,” she said. “And for the love of fuck! Go harder.”
He chuckled. “Greedy.” He yanked her back by the hair, pressing her against his chest. His hand found its way around her throat, holding her against him. She reached for his head, running her hands through and chasing his lips. He kissed her almost lovingly. The other hand cupped her tit, sliding down her body until he reached her clit.
“I’m not gonna last long. You’re so fucking tight,” he panted into her ear, “I need you to cum for me now.”
She whined.
“C’mon. You can do it. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
Her pussy clamped him so impossibly tight. She came hard, her whole body shaking, vision white from the applied pressure on her neck and the fingers rubbing circles around her clit. Her knees gave out. She toppled over. He couldn’t hold her up anymore. His thrusts faltered. He fucked her through her orgasm, chasing his own, which sent her into another one, too sensitive and too spent to fight it. The pain was sweet.
“Oh no. Fuck! Matt, I’m gonna… again. Fuck! Right there.”
“God,” he groaned. “Keep clenching like that. Feels so- Fuck! - good! Come on, give it to me. I know you want to. I can feel it.”
“I-“ her fists clenched around the sheets, knuckles turning white.
“You need help?” He reached around her, catching her clit between his fingers. “I told you, I’m not gonna last. And I’m not finishing before you do. Cum, right now.”
She bit down on the next best thing she could find, which just happened to be his arm, but his teeth had sunken into her shoulder, so he owed her one in return. His flesh muffled her scream. She trembled underneath him, legs clamped shut, walls so tight around him, he cried out.
Matt rested his entire weight on her, coming long and hard inside of her, filling her up and making sure it stayed that way. It didn’t seem to stop. His body shook, the orgasm so strong and painful, he lost complete control over himself. He wasn’t even paying attention to his weight, only the feeling of her pussy milking him.
“God-fucking-damnit!”
“Shit!” she took a breath so deep, it sounded as if she’d just woken up from a lifelong coma. “Matt, you’re squishing me. My nipples…” They burned against the sheets. “Please, get off.”
He buried his head in her shoulder blades. “Sorry.” Still inside of her, he rolled off, pulling her with him into a spooning position. His lips touched every inch of skin he could find.
“You okay?” he asked. The only sign she was still alive was the sound of her heartbeat and her breathing, everything else went quiet.
She whined softly when he pulled out, turning her on her back. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. She felt like a vegetable. A wet vegetable.
“Hey,” he turned her face towards him, peppering her cheeks with kisses, “There you are. What do you need?”
“Just,” she swallowed. Her voice didn’t sound right. She smacked her lips. Her throat was dry from all the sounds she made.
Matt reached over to the bedside table. He always kept a bottle of water in the drawer and a hair tie, for whatever reason.
“Okay, here you go.” He pulled her hair back, tying it up into a messy bun, brushing the remaining sweat off her forehead. “Can you drink something?” he said. He opened the cap of the bottle. “Have some water, sweetheart. You’re dehydrated.” He propped her up against his chest, guiding the bottle to her lips. She had never been this helpless before, unable to properly move her limbs. He resumed stroking her cheek and the sore spots around her throat.
“Drink the whole bottle,” he said.
She greedily gulped down the whole water bottle. Once empty, he took the plastic and tossed it into a random corner, accompanying some of his buttons.
“I’m gonna get up now and grab something to clean you up.”
Her voice had completely disappeared. The bed moved as he got up, grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, and soaked it in some warm water. She was covered in his and her cum and the remains dripping out of her left a wet trail down her leg. On his way back, he shimmied into a fresh pair of underwear, found a shirt for her, and returned to the bed.
She hissed. The washcloth caused her senses to go haywire. He apologized when the cotton brushed her sensitive folds. She shoved his hand away.
“I’m sorry. I’m almost done.” He stroked her arms. Her breathing returned to normal, the fear in her body subsiding. “Can I?” he asked. She nodded weakly. “Okay, I’ll be careful.”
Matt once again wiped over her inner thighs, moving on to the cum on her stomach. She didn’t flinch this time.
“Good girl. I’m gonna take your makeup off next, okay? It’s all over the place.” He chuckled, stroking her cheek.
Eliza breathed deeply. The world slowly started to come back to her. She became painfully aware of the fire spreading over her ass, the soreness between her legs, and the feeling of his release still inside of her. She felt squishy, floating on water.
“Thank you,” she managed to say.
“Shh, don’t talk. Relax.”
He used the makeup wipes he had found in her bag when he was searching for her concealer to gently clean her eyes and her lips. Her nose scrunched and she scratched it, hand shaking slightly at the tension leaving her muscles.
“There, all done. Your face is clean. I hope.”
“Matty,” she whispered. She stretched her hands out to grab him; he pushed them back down.
“There is just one more thing I have to do, then I’ll cuddle you. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Alright, turn around.” He gently nudged at her hip, flipping her on her stomach. She made a sound of disapproval, grunting at the friction against her nipples. “Wait,” he said. He slid a pillow under her chest. “Is that better?”
She nodded.
“Good.”
Gentle hands stroked over her ass cheeks. He massaged them, squirting some of the aloe gel on his fingers, and he tried to be as gentle as possible when he rubbed it into her reddened skin. The coldness surprised her. It eased the burning she felt, leaving behind a welcomed soreness that reminded her of what he did to her.
His fingers found the back of her neck, massaging around her spine. She sighed. His nails scratched her scalp next, doing everything to slow down her heart rate.
“Does your back hurt?” he questioned.
“Lower back,” she told him.
“Here?” He pushed down on a particularly tense spot. She groaned. He was right. The arching had done a number on her.
He took his time to massage all the sore spots on her back. She relaxed into his touch slowly.
“I take it your shoulders too?” She nodded. “Alright, let me take care of that.” He squeezed her shoulders between his fingers. “You’re doing so well. I’m almost done.”
“My neck,” she said. “Sore, in the front.” The choking made her throat so incredibly sore, she needed more water.
“I’ll get to that in a minute. The gel needs to set in first or it’s not gonna help. Can I put some on your wrists?” They were still red from the restraints. She hummed. He wet his fingers with some more aloe and smoothed it over her wrists.
Her eyes fluttered shut. The world was quiet, exhaustion seeping into her bones.
“Don’t fall asleep,” he pressed kisses to her back, “I know you need to go to the bathroom first. UTI prevention and all that. You remember?”
“Oh,” she said.
“Yeah, so let me take care of you. This is called aftercare and it’s important. I’m not gonna risk you going into sub-drop because I didn’t take enough care of you.”
Once the aloe had set in, he turned her back around. Propped up on more pillows, he handed her a fresh bottle of water.
“Let me feel your throat,” he said. She lifted her chin. He traced his fingers over the spots where his fingers had squeezed her into a breathless orgasm only ten minutes earlier. He could feel how sore she was. The cold gel eased the bruising. “Is that better?”
“Yeah, better.”
“Anything else?”
She pointed to her sore nipples. “You bit down pretty hard on ‘em.”
“I’m sorry. Let me.” He added some more gel to the erogenous zone. “How about your lips, hm? You need me to get you some chapstick?”
“No, ‘s okay.”
He gave her a gentle kiss, licking over her bottom lips. It was swollen beyond compare. She whimpered. He was burning her senses to the ground.
“I’m sorry, I know you’re sensitive.”
He moved his hands down her body, squeezing the muscles in her thighs repeatedly. It was a gentle massage, yet firm enough to loosen her muscles.
Matt helped her into his black shirt. She curled into his side right after, snuggling against him. He gently stroked her back. The heat mixed with the cold gel brought her back down from whatever space she had disappeared to.
She wasn’t sure how long they lay there. “Matt?” she eventually broke the comfortable silence.
“Hm?”
“Can I…get a kiss?”
He chuckled. “You don’t have to ask, sweetheart.”
“I just don’t think I can move.”
“C’mere.” He tilted her head to the side, far enough to press his lips to hers. “Better now?”
“Thank you.”
“Mh-hm. Of course. Any other wishes?”
“No, I’m good. Just… hold me, please.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
In return, she scratched his stubble, running lazy fingers over his sweat-soaked chest.
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever met,” Matt whispered.
“And you’re a good man,” she said.
I love you. “I love that I can be myself around you. The things I told you in the past week, the things we’ve been through, what we did… I’ve never been able to be this free with anyone else. Not with Foggy, not with- with any of the girlfriends I had before. There was one I shared most of my life story with and I mean, she was the only serious relationship I ever had-“
“What’s her name?”
He hesitantly told her, “Electra.”
“Why’d you break up?”
“It’s a long story, something I shouldn’t tell you when you’re not quite present.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“With you… it doesn’t feel like I’m being manipulated. You let me be myself, consequences be damned, but you also control me. You give hope. You give me hope that I can be better, that I’m good, that I’m not the failure everyone else in my life has told me I was.” I love you. “You’re special, Eliza. In every way. I see you and I’m instantly filled with a mixture of happiness and sadness, and the latter only exists because I care so much about you, it hurts. Scares the crap out of me.” He chuckled.
Her hand moved to his face, feeling the way his eyes closed almost in pain. She brushed his tears away.
“I feel alive,” he said. “I feel so alive with you, there is nothing I’d rather do than live with you. Live for you. I don’t want to die, not when I see a future where you could be in it with me.”
“What’re you saying?” she asked.
“Nothing specific. I just… I wanted to say thank you. For everything. This is… this means a lot to me. You being here, with me, in this bed, by my side. Thank you for not leaving me.”
She pinched her nose before she could cry.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so emotional.” He rubbed at his red eyes. “I’m just feeling a lot right now, some of it I can’t even name.”
“Hey, no.” Eliza turned around. The sight broke her eyes. She held his head in her hands, blowing gentle kisses to his forehead. “Don’t ever apologize for feeling.”
“It’s you I should be taking care of.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. This is a two-way street.”
“No, you’ve got enough on your plate already.”
“I’m fine,” she said.
He sighed, leaning into her touch. “You want something to eat?”
“Yeah. Eating sounds good. I need to go to the bathroom first though. You were right. I don’t want a UTI.”
“I know I’m right.”
She attempted to sit up, managing to move to the edge of the bed.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s gonna work,” he said.
She frowned. As soon as she rose to her feet, her knees buckled and she fell back. The exhaustion mixed with the pain was cruel.
Matt smirked at her. “I told you.”
“Wow. That’s… you are… Wow.”
“I’m what?”
“Too good at this.”
“I know.”
“You know what, maybe I should just stay here and,” she snuggled back into the pillows, muscles relaxing, “Yeah, like that.”
“C’mon.” He patted the edge of the bed. “I’ll carry you.”
“No, I just need a minute.”
“C’mere, please.”
“Okay, fine! Just don’t drop me.”
“Why would I ever?”
Eliza climbed into his lap, wrapping her legs around him, and he got up with her tightly wrapped in his arms.
Matt set her down once they entered the bathroom. “There you go. You okay?”
“I’m fine,” she answered. “You can go now.”
“You can’t even walk straight.”
“I want to pee in peace.”
“I’m just gonna jump in the shower. Join me when you’re finished.”
“But-“
“We’ve had sex in very compromising positions. I don’t care if you pee in front of me. Go, I’ll wait for you.”
She sighed. He wasn’t going to be swayed. So she went to the toilet, making sure she didn’t wake up with a stupid UTI and stepped into the shower after him. He smiled when he felt her wrap her arms around his middle. Her cheeks pressed against his shoulder blades.
“You want me to wash your hair?” he asked.
“Please,” she said.
He got his shampoo and got to work. He paid close attention to her scalp, moving her hands carefully over every inch of her body. She relaxed completely under his touch.
Eliza leaned back against him. She was too tired to stand. He stabilized her, realizing he had to finish fast before she blacked out in his arms and he had to carry her back.
He reached for the towel. “Gonna wrap you up now,” he said. “Sit down on the washing machine, I’ll be right there. Don’t fall asleep.”
“Why not?” she pouted.
“Because if you fall over, you’re gonna get another concussion.”
“I don’t think I have a brain anymore.” Her speech was slurred. “You fucked that out of me.”
“Okay,” he chuckled. He gave her a sweet kiss on the tip of her nose. “Sit down and wait for me, angel.”
“‘Kay.” She had never felt so drained before in her life, and she had trained for hours in the gym with her supernatural friends. Not even that could match up to the fatigue that filled her after that orgasm marathon.
He washed his hair first, moving on to his body. Her heartbeat started to slow. Of course, his warning wouldn’t work.
“You still awake?” he checked.
She gasped. “Yup!”
“You fell asleep, didn’t you?”
“I just rested my eyes for a second.”
“Right. I’m almost done. How about you brush your teeth, hm?”
“Can’t,” she yawned, “My arms are too tired.”
“Really? Why’s that?”
“Did you hear the part where I said my brain wasn’t working?”
“I did.”
“Can’t think right now. Wanna go to bed.”
He opened the shower curtain, stepping out with a towel around his waist. Wet Matt Murdock was even better than just him shirtless. She sighed. “If I weren’t so sore right now, I would devour you.”
“You’re cute when your brain is mushy,” he said, kissing her. “But we should really get you to bed now. Put your shirt on, c’mon.”
He helped her aching bones into the cozy fabric. She complied when he attempted to brush her teeth. He made it quick, not at all the recommended time, but she kept falling asleep on his shoulder. He had to nudge her awake every time her eyes fell shut.
“I’m almost done. You need some moisturizer on your face or your acne will get worse.” How he knew that she didn’t question. He put the salicylic serum on her skin, rubbing it all over her cheeks. The cold contrast woke her up a little. Next, he added moisturizer. He was way too good at it to be doing it the first time.
She sighed. “You have a skincare routine?”
“Sometimes.”
“Nice.”
He finished with a kiss on her forehead. She leaned in. “You want to put on underwear or are you too sore?” he asked.
“Can I have one of your boxers? More space.”
“Sure, yeah. Come on.”
Matt picked her up bridal style, carrying her back to the bedroom. He handed her one of his checkered boxers. She sighed happily as she fell into the sheets, pulling the blankets with her.
“Matt,” she called his name softly again, “Can you cuddle me?”
He got into bed next to her. “That was my intention, yes.”
She was lying in his arms, back pressed to his chest, his sightless eyes pointed at the ceiling - the feel of her skin and the pulse thudding underneath it grounded him. He played with her fingers as his arm hung around her shoulder. Her other hand stroked his abdomen absentmindedly, still hazy from all of the orgasms, but she felt content. She felt at peace. There was not a single thought in her mind, nothing that could have ruined the moment.
“Bug, you still awake?” he asked.
“Mh-hm.” Barely, but she was.
“Can you promise me something?”
“Anything,” she breathed.
“Don’t die on me?”
“I won’t.”
This time though, she believed it.
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Hi! I love all your art, especially your coloring and line work, and was wondering how you achieved that unique look to your lineart?
It almost seems like you first paint black then put the blobs of color directly on it with a circle brush or something? I just think it’s very fascinating and the only thing that I can even think of that has anything similar going on is y2k art!
Ofc no pressure to answer how you do it, I’m just very curious and in love with the way your art looks :D
Have a nice day!
TYSM THIS IS SO KIND AUAUAAA!! ALSO to answer your question, I do all my colouring above the lineart layer! in order to get a more . idk sort of paint-y effect, I like to use larger brushes, and prefer to just redraw over details I'd like to change as opposed to erasing them! The specific brush I use is the studio pen brush, which is one of the lineart brushes in Procreate, modified slightly to be more pressure-sensitive, though I occasionally use a brush pen with the same alterations (I believe I used that pen in my QftLP pieces + that one hightide!benthomaar drawing) ^_^
Using big brushes allows me to block in colours and shapes and get that nice globby (there really is no other word for it) look to the art! If I'm working on a more detailed piece I'll go back in with a smaller version of the same brush just to get the details down. I've provided a little visual since I'm not the best at putting this into words <\3
I also did a quick step-by-step thingy showcasing my process just to clear things up <\3 it's easier for me to just show it i think HUEU
MOST of the time I just stop at step 4. I prefer it when my lineart is messy !! ty for the question!! :D
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I needed closed toe wedges ASAP so I looked inside shoe database and found these.
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* ofc it's a slightly modified shape, I've added a few more polys to the top and back & widened the toe tips.
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hiii bb can I request some fluff with Jun kissing his moles and just making him all flustered?? <3
Congrats on 1000 followers, you deserve it ✨
Hey darlin. Ofc. I hope you like this and thank you so much.
cw; moon junhui (jun) x gn reader, fluff, kissing, touching
Jun smiles into a laugh as your fingers run over his lips as you sit on his lap facing him. His eyes search your face before he leans in to kiss at the tips of your fingers with a sigh. “You are so touchy tonight.” With a laugh you shrug and tap each of the cute moles as you bite on your own lips.
“Is that a bad thing?” Jun shakes his head no as his cheeks warm slightly at your attention. Your warm body comforts him. Your gentle touch, making his skin prickle with goosebumps. “No, I like it. I just don’t know if I deserve it.” You furrow your brows before leaning in to press your lips to Jun’s as you cup his cheek lightly.
He smiles on your lips to the soft kiss before you speak against his lips. “Jun?” He hums in question before you kiss him again. “Do you know what I love about you?” Jun smiles, running his fingers over your sides gently. “I…can you tell me?”
You laugh and nod before kissing his cheek before speaking again. “Everything.” Jun laughs and rolls his eyes but you lean in closer pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “I do. I love the things that make you unique. Like your moles, they are so beautiful to look at.”
When you start to kiss each one individually, Jun closes his eyes and smiles. His face grows even hotter as he gets flustered before your lips press against his again. “Y/N…” You smile as he says your name, his fingers pressing against your skin as he furrows his brows. “What Jun?”
“I love you so much.” Now your cheeks begin to grow warm as his hands find your cheeks and he pulls your lips back to his. Jun smiles on your lips and laughs as you press your forehead against his closing your eyes tightly whispering back that you love him. “Kiss me for a while longer?” You nod at Jun’s words before your lips press to his again and the kiss deepens while your fingers lace with his.
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Okay, but...imagine if (for whatever reason) Felix has to sit in what looks like a modified toddler car seat for a car ride. The straps of the car seat just start pushing on his weak bladder, and when they get stuck in traffic, Felix eventually just ends up wetting the seat.
O m g 👉👈👀👀
The car is crowded- so of course, the smallest of the bunch gets put into the carseat (it's the modified booster seat for the driver's sibling or relative that needs the adaption for safety). Of course, in order to get the regular seat belt on, Felix has to put the extra straps buckled up first.
Felix tries to take it in stride, joking how he'll be the safest of the bunch if they got in a wreck.
But ofc, car rides never go easily for Felix when he's in a group. So, they get stuck in a fairly tight traffic jam- the other's start to chat amongst themselves, checking their phones, stuff to hopefully pass the time.
Felix is just sitting there, in the middle of everyone in the backseat- eyes darting around, straining his neck slightly to see just how long the jam line is and if they're even moving. Because, he has to pee, /badly/.
Of course, he doesn't want to say that bc/ they're in the middle lane on a busy street, nowhere for them to even pull over at. So, he attempts to stay cool and pray they start moving soon. Easier said than done as the extra buckles of the seat are pressing against his lower abdomen, putting a tight and heavy weight directly on his bladder.
He can't even shift around as much because of his seat :^0
Eventually, he can't keep quiet and accidentally starts to make little noises of muffled whines, desperately trying to hold it in. But, he's soo trapped in his mind, concentrated on not pissing that he doesn't realize eyes are on him until someone places their hand on his shoulder- which, makes Felix jump, losing his concentration and just....breaking the final part of the dam.
The poor guy just starts going and can't stop, urine cascades under him and the carseat while the other's close by try to move awsy from the quickly moving piddles that aren't absorbed by the seat-
There is a very awkward silence in the car until the jam ends and the cars start to move.
The first stop is the nearest gas station,,,,,and maybe a carwash
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Super Niki au my absolute beloved.. the more information I get the more crazy I get
(hi sorry this sat in the inbox for like two months anon for some reason i was hoping something more substantial would appear out of thin air. it didn't btw.) regardless of that! fuck yeah anon i'm with you on that
i think a superhero niki story would have to have a real focus on the mundane. like the nitty gritty details of "how do you conceal your identity from people in your superhero costume?" "how do you fit patrols into your week? you can't possibly do them every day." all that! again i think this comes back to me being really attached to the 'everyman' side of c!niki it makes me want to imbue that feeling into everything i write with her. in this au i think she does work at a bakery (good for her) but when the shit starts to hit the fan she disengages from her job, stops taking on the extra duties she usually does at work, stops caring, eventually stops showing up. etc. this is probably related to how she ends up crashing with fundy and hbomb after The Puffychu Divorce (superniki edition)
here are a few other miscellaneous thoughts i've been having:
i've been having more of a think about emerald duo in this au, and i think i know how i picture them being. so phil is wilbur's dad, techno is phil's friend, techno and wilbur define their relationship in vastly different ways, etc etc the standard. oh but they're both supervillains. not for any particular reason they kind of liked mucking around causing mayhem first and then came up with an ideology later. anyway phil's retired and techno Would Like to be retired but he's still looped into the job due to Shenanigans (blood god related mb?). wilbur is fully aware of this and goes to him to be like 🥺 help i need ideas when he decides to go supervillain mode
oh! and wilbur's alter ego name is chekhov ^-^
and so the syndicate in this au is......................... a book club. yes for real
okay look i was thinking about what to do with the syndicate and i didn't really want to have them end up as a Bad Ass Villain Posse because i think niki needs to retire or at least be a superperson part time after everything that happens. so instead, she ends up meeting phil and techno and they help her ease into super semi-retirement ^-^ and ofc phil and techno appreciate having another friend who Gets It around. they are literally just like a book club and a mild support group in this au in a very silly way and i like it
i've spoken a bit about fundy and hbomb in this au... yeah niki lives with them after breaking up with puffy. not 100% sure where jack fits in. maybe he's another low ish level vigilante running around and tries to ally with niki? i can't imagine any allegiances she makes in that mental state (without the history she and jack had as l'manbergians in canon) would last very long. maybe she sees a bit of herself in him. they both call each other out for being emotionally immature idiots and then go and do the exact same thing themself. hypocrites
oh and i think i've mentioned niki making her own costume before!! i imagine as a fire based superhero she buys PPE (like from a tradie joint) and modifies it to be 1. functional and 2. fashionable. this does in fact mean that hi-vis yellow + orange are her colours in this au....
and below the cut is a treat: a snippet i wrote of a scene where after a big fight, wilbur finds himself patching up his wounds in the same safety stash as this city's very own friendly neighbourhood superhero (who wants to beat his ass)......
“Why do you hate me?”
The stubborn rasp in his voice surprises even him. As for the woman on the other side of the room, her shoulders draw tight - like a wild animal arching its back, a show of anger.
The question, then – should Wilbur interpret such a motion as defensiveness, or as a threat?
“What makes you say that?” she asks. Her voice runs high with the question – a quiet sound, like a flute's soft alto, though it rasps slightly through the sound of a voice changer. Idly, Wilbur wonders whether it is worth asking where she got it. Or how she fashioned it, perhaps. God knows he needs one. Chekhov might manage perfectly fine in the midst of faceless reporters and supervillains – the proper kind – who haven't seen the light of city streets in years, but if Wilbur were to cross paths with someone he knew as himself (god forbid, someone like Tommy) his voice would give him away quick as anything.
(His heart aches, briefly, when he thinks of his brother.)
Part of him tries to unpick what her voice would sound like without it. It’s difficult not to fixate on these small things – perhaps because the bigger things provide him with so little in comparison. Her voice is quiet, a little difficult to pick the sounds apart around the staticky rumble of the voice changer, but far from timid. There’s a stubborn timbre to it.
(Something in it is familiar. But that thought is patently ridiculous, and Wilbur is impatient, and so it is dismissed.)
[scene continues]
"Am I," Wilbur pauses, wets his lips – it almost feels as if the fire is still flickering beneath his skin, energising and scorching all at once. "Am I that horrible? Is there something – do you see something so inherently terrible in me that you just have to strike it down? Is that it?"
Her powder-keg silence sparks, ignites, her scowl a torn-open slash even beneath the planes of her mask, embroiled in sudden fury. "Don't flatter yourself - "
"Ah, and there it is!" To her credit, she doesn't stagger back as he lights up – if anything, her affect is unimpressed. "Show us the blaze, firebug! What – what drives you? What lights your fuse?"
"Do you even know what you are?" she retorts. Oh, she's caught on the hook, now. "You know what you are?"
What is Wilbur expecting? Proud, arrogant perhaps – delusional wouldn't be anything new, or any of the crueler words from that stock. Wouldn't be the first time he'd been called some variety of son of a bitch bastard, either. Who is he, to this spectre of flame? He's asking honestly, though he doubts she believes in his integrity.
"You're a liar," she continues, words stubborn and fierce and almost unwieldy. "You – you are so selfish, and so cruel – you take, and you take and you take and you don't think for a second of the people you're taking from. You don't think anything of them. You're a liar," and when she repeats these words, they sound like smoke – "and you know what? I hate liars. I hate them."
The words sink into him like stones. How does she know? he asks himself. How does she know?
He doesn't ask her that. Knowing his patience, he'd be lucky for an answer, anyway - instead he just suggests, "you speak like you're familiar on the subject, then?"
If it's even possible, her scowl drives itself deeper into her face - like tyre tracks driven into mud, an ugly slash of drawn brows and what he can only assume is teeth bared behind that voice changer of hers.
She looks at him like he isn't worth a single thing on this earth.
"Yeah, well," she spits. "I've had my fair share, with bastards like you."
#thank u nonnie!!#sorry bout the wait you know how it is around these parts#ive been so considering writing a puffychu and a rainduo scene from this au ngl. i think it would be fun#aunonnies#superniki
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Ohh! But wat if! like! the cult au Y/N had the biggest 'burned out ex child actor who was dragged into this' energy?
Like they once adored the stage as a child. It greatly helped them get over the sadness of moving away from their childhood home. It was always fun to get lost in a character, in a role, with the effort you put in, the praise they recieved from their teachers and peers was it's own reward. And with small roles at their local theater, they had their fun well into adulthood before "retiring" for good in pursuit of a job that could help pay for things arounnd around them.
But then they recieved the news from their frantic mom/parent, and really only came to this town out of moral obligation, and morbid curiosity.
No use puttin mom/other parent in danger. But this place is soo behind in ...well...a bunch of things. Guess they can put this new title to good use, and see if they can suggest some changes to make a nice walkable community, in a more, modern town.
Hell maybe something even better, with solar panels on every building, and carbon neutral packaging! The God wouldnt care about the Millennials' Solarpunk Socialist reality if its in a bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere, right?? And maybe a modified iPad for the new Savior...right????
Oh but of course everything's tinted with this 'Prophet Savior' nonsense. And ofc YN rolls their eyes at first and plays along, 'oh yes my magical powers said that...God said...that installing a bike lane would be soo cool and maybe some...Non-cult edited renditions of some magazines to read while I take a shit in my new bathroom would be cool too~'
It's nice to be doted on, and a bit amusing, by handsome boys and friendly townsfolk alike, so of course you agree to attend a special church sermon as the guest of honor. Hey! You can see some of your new "friends" in the crowd, Nick, Shaun, Ian, Jean--Bo's even here up on stage with them too! but he seems to be ina mood, maybe you'll talk to him after this silly ceremonial thing.
And then someone is brought from the crowd. The person confess their sins and it's a bit personal, and uncomfortable..but they just shift in their seat and play their role well. They can't even remember the words that leave their lips, fully expecting to sprinkle water on this person's forehead and all would be forgiven.... right?
It's kind of hard to remember anything else once Bo rips their throat out.
Between the shock as several beats of silence pass, and the horrified throat wrenching scream from them, I don't think YN remembers much after that, waking up in the founder's house surrounded by their concerned new "harem" of housemates
And YN, having had years of practice, schools their expression as best they can, even as their blood runs cold beneath their skin and their knuckles bleed white as they clench the bedsheet to avoid from lurching away from the hands of those tending to them. Like being cornered by wild animals.
Bo stands off to the side, more guilty for having offended them in some way than he was for the person he murdered in cold blood. Jean tsks slightly and says they all should've better prepared them instead honestly.
I don't think YN would remember the next few days as they're coddled and tended to, their panic rising as the reality settles in that this is a Cult..a Genuine, Bonafide Cult, and like a fool, they walked right to death's door.
They should've listened to their mom/other parent and ran.But they didn't. And now they're tended to gingerly by a cluster of different strangers daily, and a loyal gaurd dog who growls a warning at the overly friendly. It once made them snicker but now makes them stumble at the sight of his sharp teeth once coated in the blood of another.
They're paraded around town, casting flickering glances to Barry every once and a while, who follows behind the group like a shadow during their .."recovery" period...who sports a knowing look, and a small smile. They know there's nothing they can do to escape this hell.The longer they stay, the worse it gets.
This sleepy little town full of flower gardens and bordered by thick Woodlands, both kept rich and vibrant by the corpses that thrive in its soil.The casual demeanors of those who remain unaffected and blissful despite knowing so.Those that chatter excitedly about what new prophecies YN had in store next sermon.
The sinking gut-wrenching feeling that these peaceful town folk wouldn't bat an eye at murdering a false prophet, and if they are to survive, they have to play their role with efficiency.
It doesn't take much really, just keep constructing new things, and living a care-free life with your new lovers, and communing with a God you once didnt believe in.
well, that is until the 10th day, when it started to whisper things into their head at the dead of night. Laughing coldly at their attempts to rake their nails through the flesh of their scalp, to prevent themself from bashing their head in. As the ones who surround them, celebrate it, when they plea for help.
Smother the fear, smother the exhaustion, smother the feeling that you may be losing your mind, and maybe it won't even feel like pretending
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I apologize for any mistakes Im two steps away from falling asleep, but i hope it wasnt too out of character, cult nonny! I honestly even believed it was supposed to be an open ended question to both you and threadsun but i think i got a bit carried away, sorry! I'd love to hear u guys' thoughts!
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Ooooooh idk about Cult Anon but I definitely think the idea of the founder's child going along with things and not taking it seriously until Something Happens is definitely interesting!
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The Raging Witch
Law x OFC, Zoro x OFC, Luffy x OFC, Zoro x Luffy, Law x Zoro, Law x OFC x Zoro
Warnings: swearing, pr0n with plot, shameless smut, bisexuality, consensual k!nk, 3some, b0ndage, emotional slow burn, developing relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, bonding, mating (not abo), post Punk Hazard, post Dressrosa, changing pov (no head hopping), mm relationship, mmf relationship, english is not my first language, no beta we die like men
You can find the whole story on AO3
Chapter 23: The battle
The man sitting across from her stared at her in silence. The red eyes were the only visible part of his body. He was entirely covered in black leather clothes and his face was obscured by a leather mask.
His huge body towered over her and made her feel small, the giant black wings only amplified the effect. But the most off putting was the flame burning on his back.
She came to Onigashima with several other girls to entertain at the Beast Pirates’ party.
The moment she set foot on the island she was led away from the other courtesans.
She was guided to a huge sitting room with tatami matts and two portale tables, one small and one huge. They were both laden with alcohol, but not sake. It was rum, vodka, gin, cognac and tequila.
She hoped she wasn't expected to drink all of it. She could drink just fine but a mix like that would make her pray to the porcelain gods for hours.
She kept her head bowed and waited until the huge man would say anything, but he took his time and she grew bored.
What was the deal with men in Wano and the silent treatment?
She raised her head and met his gaze. He was staring at her anyway, so fuck the pleasantries.
"Is there anything I can do for you, my lord?"
"I was told you were searching for me," his voice was a lot smoother than she expected from a man with his reputation.
"I am searching for my father," Rage replied with slightly creased brows. "My mother was not a petite woman but she wouldn't be able to accomodate a man of your stature."
He looked at her like she was stupid.
"Don't play dumb with me, if you want to live," he stated as if he was giving her an advice.
She arched a brow. "Fine."
"Show me the scars."
She was expecting it, so she wore her kimono loosely and skipped a few layers. She turned around and pulled her arms from the abundant sleeves. The garment fell from her shoulders and pooled around her waist.
There were two vertical scars on her back, designed to suggest that a pair of wings was once cut off from her back.
"When did this happen?" he asked in an icy tone.
She imagined he was displeased with the idea of losing his precious wings. She would gladly be the one to chop them off for him.
"I have no memory of the incident that gave me the scars and my mother never spoke about it. May I cover myself?"
"You may."
She pulled her clothes on and turned to face him.
"I've heard you can fight," he mentioned casually. "Show me."
The door to the room slid open and several men walked in. They were all gifters, their bodies were modified by the artificial devil fruits.
So he wanted her to fight them. She had no problem with that. She pulled on the decorative belt and dropped it to the ground along with the opulent outer layer of the kimono.
Apparently the Beast Pirates were planning to fight her one on one, but she had other plans.
She summoned haki to her arms and legs and with extra speed she jumped between them. She punched the first one underneath the sternum. He bent in half, she drove an elbow into the back of his head and threw a kick behind her, striking another pirate underneath the chin. His head snapped back and he almost fell down.
She didn't have time to follow up. She had to spin away and block a punch thrown at her middle. She intercepted the arm and with all her strength she dropped to the ground. There was a loud snap and the arm gave under her hold, twisting unnaturally.
The gifter roared with anger and threw her against a wall. She spun in the air so she wouldn't crash. Instead she pumped haki into her feet and pushed from the wall with extra speed.
She crashed into the gifter, her fist aimed at the bridge of his nose. They both crashed against the opposite wall. The bone under her first cracker and blond spilled all over the pirate's face. She followed with another bone crunching punch and stepped back. His body sagged and started sliding to the floor so she helped him get down faster with a kick to the top of his head.
She spun around and went all out on the rest of the gifters.
She didn't pull her punches or hide her speed and strength, there wasn't any time to play the long game.
Kin'nemon's plan was already in motion, miraculously unhindered by Luffy's stupidity. In three weeks the revolution would start. The Red Scabbards would try to overthrow the shogun and take down Kaido. She had limited time to find and secure her target. If the alliance succeeded she'd have more time to reach her goal. But if the revolution failed, she'd have to act quickly.
Soon she was standing amongst broken and bloodied bodies. Her clothes and hands were smeared with blood. She wiped her hands in the fur of one of the pirates and sat opposite King. She reached for the nearest bottle and took a drink. It was tequila and she feigned a cringe at the beverage. It was a lot stronger than Wano's alcohol. As a person born and raised in Wano she wouldn't be accustomed to drinking such strong liquor.
The taste brought back memories of wild parties. She missed having fun at a club.
"I see you don't pull your punches," King's voice broke the silence.
She caught his gaze with a crooked smile.
"Was I supposed to go easy on them?"
He didn't answer, just stared at her.
"You would just send stronger men to fight me. Why bother?"
He looked towards the door and yanked his chin. More people poured into the room to carry out the unconscious gifters.
King motioned his head again, this time at Rage. Someone came closer and stood behind her. Next she new, something cold touched her neck and all her strength fizzled out. Her head hit the floor and her vision swam, distorting the view of King's huge body.
It all went away as quickly as it happened when the cold thing pressing on her neck was removed.
"So you are a devil fruit user," King's voice reverberated through the room.
She pulled herself up to a sitting position. Her nose caught a whiff of a strange smell and she tensed up.
She turned her head and saw a broad chest covered in coarse hair and clad in a black kimono. Her eyes traveled up and met a cruel gaze of deep set beady eyes.
It was the fucker who hurt Yoshiko.
He was holding a baton covered in sea stone.
She let disassociation fall over her to cut off the burning fury that exploded inside her.
She swept her gaze over the goat bastard and dismissed him, turning to King.
"I am not like your men," she declared, her tone calm and even.
"Show me," it was an order.
Like hell I will.
She braced herself for the pain. But she couldn't stop the agonized scream when the transformation began.
It was pure pain of muscles being torn from ligaments and bones being broken.
When the pain subsided it wasn't relief that she felt. No. It was pure resignation. She wanted to curl up and die.
A sudden rush in the bond felt like a slap. Zoro's consciousness became more vivid despite the distance between them.
He prodded angrily like he wanted to say "Stop sulking and get up, you have shit to do."
Alright, alright, stop nagging.
She shoved at the bond and he backed out grumpily.
There was a flash of Law's exasperation, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.
She took a deep breath and the tension in her body uncoiled. The brief interaction with her mates soothed the anguish caused by the transformation.
She pushed from the floor and coiled her tail to sit on it.
The floor around her was a mess. The table was toppled over. All the bottles were shattered and the liquor was spilled all over the floor. The air reeked of strong spirits.
She disregarded the mess and found King's red gaze. He was staring impassively, but the flame behind his head seemed brighter.
"This is the extent of the magical powers. It's not very useful. The only advantage is that sometimes I don't feel anything. It is very convenient in certain situations."
The silence stretched, while he stared. The flame on his back flared, casting ominous shadows on the walls.
The only sound was the rasping breath of the vile goatman. She wanted to tear out his windpipe so the aggravating sound would stop.
But it would be too quick death for him. She wanted him to suffer for every child whose finger was on the disgusting necklace around his neck.
"You will stay on Onigashima," King declared, disrupting her bloodthirsty thoughts.
"In what capacity my lord?"
"I will accept you as my daughter," he answered and reached to unclasp his mask. He pulled it off and revealed his face.
To Rage's surprise his looks were stunning. His brown skin contrasted with his silvery white hair. The left side of his head was shaved. There was a tattoo covering the skin from his ear to his left eye. He was quite a looker.
"Thank you, my lord," she bowed her head. "May I have a request as your daughter?"
"You don't waste time," he stated dryly, displeased with her words.
Typical of men who abandoned their offspring and didn't feel obliged to make up for years of absence.
He probably thought it was so generous of him to even accept his own child.
"The man standing behind me stole something that wasn't his to take. I would like to take it back."
"And what was that?"
"He raped a child."
"Was it your child?"
"No."
"Then I deny your request. If you want to join Beast Pirates you should get used to men doing whatever they like."
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As soon as he escaped from prison, he headed towards Amigasa Village.
He could sense Zoro was heading in the same direction. So he pulled on the bond in hopes of meeting sooner with the swordsman.
Halfway to the village he met with his crewmates who were on their way to bust him out from the prison. They filled him in on recent developments.
The plan was in place. Straw Hat took over the mines in Udon and the mafia leaders showed up with their underlings. The Straw Hats cook broke out the samurai loyal to the Kozuki clan from shogun's prison. And Zoro stumbled upon a stash of weapons. There were ships being prepared to transport the troops to Onigashima in a few days.
He sent away his crew and promised to meet them the next day.
He knew he should go with them. It was safer, wiser. But he needed to see Zoro, needed to see for himself that the swordsman was alright. He needed to touch his mate, to feel him one last time before they went into battle.
It could be their last chance to be together.
Rage was already gone and out of reach at Onigashima. Right under the enemy's nose.
Every day he was bombarded with her pain, anger, the empty void of detachment. There wasn't even a sliver of her cheeky happiness anymore. It was all hard focus and pain.
He was afraid she wouldn't survive Onigashima. The thought that he wouldn't see her ever again paralyzed him.
He needed Zoro. He needed to see at least one of his mates, feel them, hear their voice.
This wouldn't happen if you weren't so greedy.
He wouldn't feel like this if he never bonded. But he wanted a shortcut and chose to bond to make up for all the time he lost.
And now he was petrified to lose it all.
Because it was the best thing that happened to him in his entire life. He was so greedy he wanted it all to last forever.
"Look who's back, it's the spoiled brat."
In front of one of the run down houses stood Daria, Rage's quack of a medic. As usual she was smoking a cigarette. There were blood stains on her hands and on the loose strands of her green hair.
"Fuck off," Law replied without slowing his stride. "How many patients have you lost today?" He spat out with disgust.
A satisfied smirk crawled on her lips. "Two didn't make it through surgery."
He toyed with the idea of killing her after the whole debacle was over. Rage would be angry for a while, but she would get over it. She didn't have the same relationship with Daria like she had with Mira.
The quack laughed at the death stare he sent her. He walked away, she wasn't worth anymore of his attention.
Zoro was right in front of him, standing beside two beautiful women.
He yanked at the bond and their eyes met.
The swordsman's attention focused on him and everything else didn't matter anymore.
Zoro walked towards him, grabbed him by his wrists and pulled him down the road through the village.
"Toaro! You're here!" Someone shouted to his left. "Where have you been?"
"Later," Zoro snapped in response.
He led Law to a small house on the outskirts of the village. As soon as the door was closed behind them they're lips collided in a hungry kiss.
Law pulled aside the kimono to touch Zoro's skin. He glided his palms over the wide span of the swordsman's chest, reveling in every second of the contact.
He wanted more.
He pulled at the belt and let it fall to the floor. Then he dropped to his knees and took Zoro's cock in his mouth. He didn't tease the swordsman, like he liked to do. This time he swallowed him whole on the first go, greedy for the feeling of the heavy cock stuffing his throat.
Zoro's surprised grunt reverberated in the room, and he grabbed Law's head to slow his movement.
Law obliged him. He wanted Zoro to feel good, he wanted to feel his pleasure in their shared connection.
"I'm going to come," Zoro's strained words reached his ears.
He couldn't decide if he wanted the swordsman to come in his mouth, to taste the cum on his tongue. Or if he'd rather have Zoro come around Law’s cock, while he fucked him into oblivion.
The decision was made for him, when Zoro pulled away with a sharp jerk of his hips.
The swordsman kneeled beside Law and caught his lips in an openmouthed dirty kiss.
Law pushed Zoro to the floor and lodged his hips between his partner's legs. He shoved their erections together and got irritated at his own kimono being in the way of full contact.
He pried his hands from Zoro's skin, yanked his belt off and shook off his kimono.
He pushed his cock against Zoro's, reveling in the contact. Their cocks were dripping with precum that was smeared all over their lengths with every move.
He pushed his tongue into Zoro's mouth, craving more of the swordsman's taste.
He sped up, his movement becoming more frantic. He was enveloped in his mate's scent, had Zoro’s taste on his tongue and could feel his warm skin and hard cock.
The bond was wide open, they felt everything together. It was but a moment until they'd drown in pleasure.
Strong legs wrapped around his lower back to still his hips. Zoro's arms pushed at his shoulders, disengaging their mouths.
Law almost whined at the loss.
Zoro's green eye pinned him with a firm stare.
"Slow down," Zoro uttered, framing Law's face with his hands. "We have time, so fuck me properly."
Law took several calming breaths, pushing down the frantic neediness. "Ok."
Zoro smirked and tipped his head to give Law a kiss so soft he would never expect it from the swordsman.
Zoro let go of Law’s face and reached into the opulent sleeves of his kimono.
Next he knew, Law was handed a small bottle of lube and a condom.
He smiled at his lover with appreciation.
His own supplies were taken away after he was searched by Hawkins' minions before they threw him into a cell.
He threw the crinkling rectangle to the floor and uncapped the lube. He coated his fingers generously and smeared the lube around Zoro's hole. Pushing the lube inside his ass with one finger.
Zoro grunted and rotated his hips so Law had better access to his ass. The swordsman’s cock rested against his abs, weeping precum profusely.
Law reached with his free hand and stroked the thick cock. He smeared the precum over the tanned skin, reveling in the glistening shine it gave to Zoro's abs.
He caught Zoro's gaze before adding another finger. The swordsman's face was flushed with arousal. Zoro’s gaze lost focus when another finger stretched his ass. He threw his head back with a grunt, exposing the thick column of his throat.
Law leaned to lick his Adam's apple and suck on the heated skin, leaving red marks all over Zoro's throat. He added another finger and felt the vibrations of Zoro's moan under his lips. He bit into the thick muscle on Zoro's neck.
The swordman's desperate moan vibrated again and a strong hand grabbed the back of Law's head.
"Don't bite," Zoro sounded breathless. "I'll come if you do that again."
Law licked the bitten skin.
He twisted his fingers and his fingertips brushed Zoro's prostate.
The swordsman's immense pleasure shot through the bond. Law grunted, pushing down his own orgasm. He removed his fingers swiftly.
With the other hand he reached for Zoro's face to look him in the eye.
"I don't want the condom. I want to feel you on my cock with nothing between us. I want to pump you with my cum," he rasped with need.
A sharp smile stretched Zoro’s lips. "Do it."
Law caught his lips in a brief wet kiss. Then he smeared lube on his cock and pressed the tip against Zoro's loosened ass. He held Zoro's gaze when he slowly pushed inside.
Zoro's lips parted and intense satisfaction flooded the bond. The swordsman's gaze lost focus, but he didn't break eye contact.
Law was fully inside and he had to take a few breaths to gather his wits. He was enveloped in tight warmth that squeezed around him when Zoro clenched his muscles. The sensation was overwhelming. The bond was sucking him in, merging his pleasure with Zoro's. He wanted to feel more, remember more, so he pulled from the bond enough to think clearly.
Holding Zoro's gaze he moved his hips several times at an agonizingly slow pace. He slid his arms under Zoro's shoulders and with a sharp snap he buried himself deep inside the swordsman.
A guttural moan escaped Zoro's lips and he threw his head back, his earrings clinking together.
Law continued his slow but deep thrusts. Each time reveling in how tight and hot Zoro felt around his cock.
He reached to tilt Zoro's head so he could watch his lover's expression every time he was speared with Law’s cock. He loved the wanton sounds that were leaving Zoro's lips. He was the reason for the sounds and he basked in every moan.
"Law," Zoro grunted after another deep thrust. He grabbed Law's hips and pushed them forcefully, adding force to another thrust.
It was Law's turn to let out a strangled moan.
Zoro pushed on Law’s hips again. He let the swordsman control the force of the thrusts for a while.
But enough was enough.
He pulled from the firm grasp and withdrew his cock.
Zoro was opening his mouth to voice his protest but Law flipped him face down.
He straddled the swordsman’s tights and spread his ass cheeks to shove his cock into the gaping hole.
He moved his hips languidly, his cock burying shallowly inside Zoro's ass.
He enjoyed the view of Zoro's naked back. The muscles flexed exquisitely every time Law pushed forward.
"Stop teasing," Zoro scolded while twisting his head to look at Law. "Fuck me like you mean it."
"You said we had time," Law kneaded Zoro's firm buttocks then grabbed his waist and thrust deeper. "I rather enjoy the view."
He moved his hands over Zoro's back.
"Enjoy the view when we're all spent."
He could sense Zoro's impatience in the bond.
He leaned down and threaded his fingers through Zoro's hair, grabbing it by the root.
"Ok," he breathed against Zoro's ear.
His chest molded against Zoro's back. With the changed angle his cock was buried deep into the swordsman's clenching ass.
Without any warning he started trusting fast and hard, fucking Zoro into the floor.
The swordsman grunted with appreciation. Then let out a breathless moan when Law sank his teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
Pleasure exploded in the bond. Law clenched his teeth harder and pumped his hips faster. He pushed against the pleasure in the bond, blocking their orgasm with sheer willpower.
Zoro's fingers scraped against the floor as he writhed under Law. His mind was enveloped in mindless lust constrained by Law's will.
He pushed his hands under Zoro's chest and with one strong move he pulled them both to a kneeling position.
Zoro's swollen cock jutted forward, swinging heavily in the air and dripping precum.
Law wrapped his fingers around the weeping cock, stroking it in the same pace he fucked Zoro's ass.
He bit again into Zoro's heated skin and let go of his grip in the bond.
The constrained pleasure rushed with the force of a shockwave.
He forgot how to breathe, who he was, where he was.
They were one, molded together by the raging wave of overwhelming ecstasy that had no end and no beginning. It was bliss and pain of their bodies violently clenching in simultaneous release.
Their cocks pumped their seed all over their hand and inside them, filling them up.
They crumbled together to the floor, unable to stay upright. Their muscles suddenly too weak to support their bodies.
They laid on the tatami matts, their bodies and minds connected. They didn't try to move or talk, it was unnecessary. Everything they needed to know was in the bond. The satisfied, warm and sated feeling swirled lazily within them, filling them with happiness and love.
The feeling of unity subsided gradually, until Law became conscious of his surroundings. Warm light of the setting sun penetrated the room with its golden glow.
He nuzzled his nose in Zoro's hair, inhaling the swordsman’s scent.
He pulled his cock out and rolled Zoro's boneless body so he could look at the swordsman's face.
He wanted to express what he felt with words but when their gazes connected he realized he didn't need to. Zoro already knew, they both felt it in the bond.
Law leaned down and captured Zoro's lips in a tender kiss.
The anxiety he felt on his way to the village was all gone. Wiped by Zoro's strong belief in their victory.
"We're going to survive this," Law whispered against the swordsman's lips. "And we're going to be together."
He felt Zoro's smirk. In a split second he was sprawled on the floor with the swordsman's broad body pinning him down.
"We will win," Zoro declared with a sharp smirk and caught Law's lips in a firm kiss.
And then fervent shouting carried through the village.
"Luffy!"
Thrilled voices called Straw Hat's name only to be drowned in overjoyed laughter.
"Your captain's here," Law mumbled into the kiss.
"Mhm," Zoro hummed and deepened the kiss, preventing Law from speaking.
They cleaned themselves the best they could with the small amount of water they found in the house. They put on their clothes and went out to meet with the Straw Hat's captain.
Alarm bells rang in his head the moment the center of the village came into view.
Rage's crewmates were standing in a loose circle around the crowd that came to greet Luffy.
Law scanned the crowd in search of Rage's first mate.
She was sitting nonchalantly on a wooden box in front of one of the houses. Mira was casually leaning behind Kisa with her legs crossed at the ankles.
Before Rage went back to Flower Capital she healed Mira's injuries. Law used his powers to provide her with a new leg. He didn't ask who the person donating their leg was or if they were doing it willingly.
He needed to put down Rage's idea of killing Luffy, so he was inclined to look the other way this one time.
It seemed Mira was adjusting well to the new limb. Rage was happy to see her walk. And hopefully the murder plan was tanked.
Or so he thought.
By the looks of it, Rage's crew didn't get the memo and they were preparing an attack.
Law pushed through the circle of women and made a large room to signal he wouldn't be putting up with any of their shit.
"What do you think you're doing?" He addressed Kisa.
Penguin told him that the woman came back with one of the mafia bosses she was assigned to. After she showed up she immediately took control of her crew as the first mate.
"Everyone wanted to meet the golden boy," she replied, giving Law a scrutinizing once over then did the same to Zoro. A faint smirk pulled at the corner of her lips.
"Hey!" Straw Hat stood in front of Mira. "You're the one who tried to help me when Kaido knocked me down. Thank you and I'm sorry you lost your leg."
He stood still, his eyes fixed on Mira.
She pushed from the wall and offered him her hand.
"I will forgive you if you'll win Rage back," she said with a smile. "And bond with her."
He didn't make any move for a while, just stared at Mira. Then he shook her hand.
"It's a deal."
A loud snicker sounded on the street.
"He'll never make it," the crazy blond girl, Annika, laughed. "Once Rage hates someone, that bitch is as good as dead."
"Shut your mouth," Zoro snapped in response.
"What's so special about him anyway?" Jessie, the mechanic asked. "He looks like he has two brain cells left that can't find each other in his empty head."
"Hey! Watch your mouth!" Several of the Straw Hats protested.
"He's not even good looking and he's short," Daria joined in, her hair was still stained with dried blood. "I bet he has a small dick too."
"He can inflate," Zoro drawled and gave Daria the bird.
"What the fuck moss head for brains!" The Straw Hats' cook protested. "Have you ever heard of the term TMI?"
"Shut up, stupid cook," Zoro rolled his eyes.
"Oh, so he's bi!" Annika laughed again. "Then he could be stupid, short, have a small dick and Rage would still fuck him. She has a soft spot for bi boys."
Law glanced at Luffy, who watched everything with one brow raised.
He nudged Zoro's side with his elbow. "Why are we talking about my dick in front of everyone?"
A bout of sinister laughter rolled around the village's center.
A sharp whistle shot through the air. "Ok, ladies, enough of the friendly banter. Gather up, we have some introductions to do."
At Kisa's order the women moved to stand together.
Law noticed there were only a few of them still missing. Makonde and two of the dark skinned silent women were nowhere to be seen.
Kisa remained sitting on the wooden box with Mira standing silently beside her.
"Straw Hat Luffy, let me introduce Rage's bounty hunting crew The Raging Witches."
All their gazes were focused on Luffy like he was a target to eliminate with extreme prejudice.
"Hey," Luffy raised his hand in greeting like he was oblivious to the death stares.
"Sanji," Kisa turned to the blond cook. "Rage wanted me to make a special introduction."
The cook looked surprised and Kisa waved towards her crew. The woman parted and Veronica walked to the front.
She was clad in skin tight leather pants and a corset. Her auburn hair fell in opulent waves on her naked shoulders. She was stunning as always.
"Veronica, this is Blackleg Sanji, second highest bounty of the Straw Hat Pirates. He is an excellent cook and the third son of the Vinsmoke family," Kisa's voice broke the silence. "Sanji, this is Veronica Fanucci, a sole heiress to Fanucci crime family. She is a real mafia princess, soon to be a queen of the West Blue crime world."
Veronica walked up to the cook with an enticing swing to her hips. Sanji seemed to be frozen in the spot, his cigarette laying on the ground by his feet.
"It's nice to meet you," she greeted in a rich, melodic voice and leaned in to give the cook air kisses on both sides on his face.
Anger vibrated on Zoro's end of the bond. Law glanced at the swordsman, who was glaring daggers at Kisa.
"I'm in love," the cook blurted out suddenly.
The bond erupted with fury.
The woman chuckled melodically. "How very forward of you Vinsmoke Sanji."
"I'm not a Vinsmoke," the cook shot back with a firm tone.
"That's alright. I can give you my family's name," Veronica offered in a charming manner.
The cook reeled back, disbelief painted on his face. "Are you asking me to marry you?" Unease was clear in the cook's voice.
"Yes, darling. However I need to make it very clear, I will require both a husband and a wife. Me and my wife would need to give birth to at least one child each. Also as the head of the crime family I would require my husband's full support in maintaining my position. If you find my conditions agreable, I would be delighted to have you as my male spouse."
Zoro was seething and Luffy's eyes were obscured by the rim of his hat.
But the cook melted.
The proposal was a dream come true for someone so focused on chasing women. He would be marrying not one stunningly beautiful woman, but two. Two women who he was supposed to fuck and breed.
"No," came a loud statement from Luffy, who was glaring at Kisa.
"The offer was not meant for you, Luffy," she brushed him off with a tone meant for a small child. "You want to bond for life with Rage. Don't you want something similar for your nakama?"
"He doesn't know her at all."
"Veronica and Rage have a lot in common. You wanted Rage from the moment you met her and insisted on a lifelong commitment just after a week. Why would you deny Sanji a similar experience?"
Law didn't approve of the whole situation but he was impressed. She had Luffy in the palm of her hand. Either he could protest and admit that bonding with Rage was a reckless decision. But then he would break his promise to Mira. Or he could step down, giving in to the manipulation. Either way, she had him.
"Bullshit," Zoro snarled, his voice seething with anger. "If Rage and the walking doll are so alike, why does the cook get the opportunity to be a father and we don't?"
Law would smile at the swordsman's brilliance, if it wasn't for Kisa's satisfied smile.
"Because Sanji is so much different from both of you. He vowed never to hit or harm women. You can't say the same about yourselves. I've seen marks on Rage's skin that you left. Would you ever hit your woman, Sanji?"
The cook snapped his head towards Kisa. "I would never do that."
There was a wave of chuckling from Rage’s crew, the tones varied from dark, to amused to pearly giggles. Some of the women were eyeying the cook like a toy they just couldn't wait to play with.
"She asked for those brui-" Zoro's protest was cut short by dirt exploding in the spot where Sanji was standing.
The cook landed a few feet away, managing to avoid the blast, but had to dodge blades flying at his chest. He stepped to the side, managing to pick one of the blades from the air.
"That's mine," a woman with crimson hair jumped in front of the cook, raising her hand for the blade.
She was so thin and pale she seemed delicate, her slick hair was brushed back reaching only the nape of her neck. Her yellow eyes seemed to be too big for her slim face and the sharp smile could match Zoro's most feral grin. Everything about her screamed danger.
"Please don't throw it at me again, miss." The cook answered, presenting her the knife handle first.
"Ok," she smiled even wider while slipping the knife in a holster strapped to her tight. Then launched an rapid kick at the cook, followed by another when he jumped back.
She was a flurry of movement, throwing punches and kicks with vicious force and precision. Her fighting style was similar to Rage's, but she didn't get blank and impersonal like Rage did. This woman was emanating killing intent so thick it was unnerving even for Law.
The cook was dodging most of her attacks, but didn't even make an attempt to block her. Which was a glaring mistake. When the first punch landed she seemed to gain speed and viciousness, like a shark smelling blood.
Law glanced towards Kisa. The woman was following the fight with a stoic expression, her body at ease.
She caught Law's gaze. "Don't interfere," she warned. "Mira might have forgiven Straw Hat, but the rest of the crew did not. There needs to be blood spilled for them to even consider working together again."
Law grit his teeth. This wasn't an easy situation to handle. Luffy did make a huge mistake. If making amends meant one of his crew got roughed up it was a low price to pay.
Zoro's side of the bond became deathly still. The swordsman was standing by Luffy's side, his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to jump into the fight.
There was a strangled grunt coming from the cook and Law looked back to the fight.
The woman delivered a fist to the cook's sternum. The force of the blow threw him back. He found his footing and was gone in a blink of an eye. He appeared a second later, high above them, hovering in the air.
The feral woman vanished the moment she spotted him. She appeared behind the cook with a kick aimed to his head. She struck him and he crashed into the ground. She followed him down with a knife in hand.
The cook threw out his hand to block the blade. It sliced right through his palm, sinking up to the handle.
Blood splattered on the cook's face. The woman grinned manically and reached for another blade.
She went flying, tackled by Luffy's steaming body.
The Straw Hat's captain sprang after her. He knocked her into the ground with a sickening sound of shattering bones. Luffy grabbed her by the collar and yanked her up with a loud sneer.
"Don't go after Sanji ever again," he growled.
He punched her in the face so hard she was thrown back with another sound of breaking bones. She landed motionless, right by Kisa's feet.
The first mate didn't move an inch, as if she wasn't fazed with her teammate being injured. She reached into the sleeve of her kimono and produced a swirling ball of energy. One of Rage's healing techniques.
Kisa passed the ball to Veronica.
"Give this to Sanji, so he can heal."
The leather clad woman obliged without a word, she took the ball and brought it to the cook. She kneeled on the ground by his side and offered him the ball with a gentle smile.
The cook looked mesmerized. He reached out with his injured hand, the knife still lodged in his palm.
Veronica grabbed the handle and yanked the blade out without an ounce of hesitation. Then she pushed the swirling ball into the wound, lacing her fingers with Sanji's.
The cook's body tensed and a strained grunt escaped him. He leaned forward with gritted teeth and his free hand squeezed into a tight fist. But the hand laced with Veronica's didn’t even twitch.
Then it was all over and the cook was panting with relief.
"That was impressive," Veronica praised in her rich voice. "You are perfect. I hope you will consider my proposal."
She brought his bloodied hand to her lips and placed a tender kiss on his knuckles. Then she pulled him up and made sure he could stand on his own. She released his hand and with a last smile walked away to stand with her crew.
"You went too far," Luffy spoke, steam still swirling angrily around him. "I'm the one at fault. If you want revenge, beat me up, not my nakama."
"But then you wouldn't understand how Rage felt when Mira was crippled. It's another level of pain when your nakama get hurt because of you," she answered, unbothered by his anger. "Isn't that right Kira?" She spoke to the woman on the ground.
One glance was enough for Law to know that the feral woman had most of her ribs broken. She was fighting for every gulp of air. Half of her face was disfigured and bleeding from the force of the punch. One of her eyes was already swollen shut.
"I didn't punch her that hard," Luffy admitted with a deep frown. He stood next to Zoro, his body was back to normal.
"She has fragile bones," Kisa explained without turning her gaze from the woman by her feet. "That's enough, Kira. Get up."
The redhead let out a wet gurgle that sounded like a morbid chuckle. She rolled to her side, put her hands on the ground and pushed herself to a sitting position. Her chest had an unnatural shape.
Law's instincts screamed to go help the injured woman. She could have a ruptured or collapsed lung. Her ribs were broken and dislocated, it could cause more injuries if she moved around. She could have a concussion. The swelling over her eye could cause optic nerve damage. He couldn't just stand and watch.
There was a ripple over the woman's rib cage, like something was moving under her skin. With a series of loud snaps her chest regained a healthy shape.
The redhead pushed her body up, standing jerkily to her feet.
"Fix your face," Kisa ordered.
The rippling of skin was caused by bone snapping into place. The edges of her broken skin were knitting together, the swelling going down in a manner of seconds.
The woman looked exactly the same as she did before attacking the cook. The only difference was blood smeared all over her face.
Her lips stretched in a feral grin.
Law's skin crawled after the morbid show. "Are you a devil fruit user?"
The woman slowly turned her head from right to left, her intense gaze focused on Law.
Mira took a step forward. "Kira can heal really fast and she doesn't feel pain. She's a perfect decoy. An enemy thinks he took her down, he turns his back on a broken woman lying on the ground and he gets stabbed in the kidney."
"You are all insane," Law spat with disgust.
"That may be true," Kisa replied, standing tall. "But we get the job done without stupid mistakes."
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"Drink up old man, you're falling behind!" She knocked her bottle of sake against a barrel that stood in front of her.
"I should throw you into the dungeon for your insolence, you brat," Kaido rumbled without any heat in his voice. A crooked smile stretched on his face.
"You wouldn't, I'm your best drinking buddy," she replied with a wide grin and took a long drink from the bottle. Her powers were amped to flush the alcohol from her system as quickly as possible.
Kaido snickered then grabbed the barrel and drank all its contents in one go.
"That's more like it, grampa!" She yelled, then turned to the other pirates. "Hey, sing that song about the ugly whores!"
King put down his bottle with a loud thud. "Behave yourself!" he scolded. "Act like a proper woman of your status."
"But daddy," he pouted theatrically, "I'm a courtesan born and raised. I did all those things from the song. Are you ashamed of me?"
King's jaw clenched so hard she could hear his teeth grinding over the music.
Kaido’s laughter boomed in the hall.
"Don't aggravate your father, brat. Didn't you learn your lesson from last time?"
She was covered in stitches and bandages. Her ribs hurt every time she took a breath and the pain got even worse when she laughed. The slash on her right cheek stung when she spoke.
It was the effect of the ‘attitude training’ King put her through after she talked back to him.
She suspected he also had an ulterior motive. He wanted her to get stronger. His daughter had to match Kaido's son.
"I'll take whatever comes my way," she winked at King. "I'd rather die than submit to a man's will."
That seemed to strike a chord. Both Kaido and King looked at her with an ominous glint in their eyes.
"But, I will make an exception for Yamato. He is fine as hell," she gazed dreamily towards the door then looked at Kaido with a wide grin. "Hey, gramps, give me your blessing to marry Yamato!"
Kaido roared with laughter.
"Didn't you have a fight?"
"Nah, he was just upset he missed the last orgy. I'll make it up to him."
"What orgy?!" A throbbing vein popped on King's temple.
"Don't get angry at me, daddy. You said men on this crew do whatever they want and I should get used to it. So I didn't stop them," she shrugged and drank the rest of her sake. She didn’t let any of the vile pirates touch her, but she did orchestrate a splendid orgy for them.
She braced for King to hit her, but it didn't heppen.
The large doors were thrown open. Shackled Charlotte Linlin was brought into the room by Queen and his man.
Rage's eyes grew big in surprise and her heart skipped a beat.
She heard that Big Mom's ship approached Wano, but King struck it down and it toppled from the waterfall.
Why was Big Mom alive? Why was she here?
"So you've shown your face here at last, Linlin," Kaido rumbled, reaching for his bagua.
"Kaido," she greeted with an ugly grin. "How many decades has it been?"
Kaido his subordinates an angry look. "What are you doing? Take the chains off her!"
The Beast Pirates hesitated. They all looked like they were going to piss their pants. Even Queen looked stressed as fuck.
The moment Big Mom was unshackled she took the sword from her hat.
Both eprerors launched at each other. Their unleashed haki clashed furiously with an ear splitting roar.
The amount of power made Rage freeze in place. Her throat went dry and her heart dropped.
She never felt this much power at once.
The whole island shook as the fighting continued. Thunder rolled through the sky whenever Kaido and Big Mom clashed.
Rage followed their every move, analyzing and searching for weak points.
The fight continued through the night until it came to an abrupt stop. The emperors came to an unexpected agreement to form an alliance to conquer the world.
Kaido and Big Mom sat together while eating and drinking like they were the best of friends.
At one point Big Mom asked King to join her crew. She managed to gather almost all of the world’s races in Toto Land. Only three were missing, Lunarians being one of them and King was the last one of his kind.
He denied her request on the spot without any hesitation, even when she threatened him.
"And who is this little girl?" Big Mom asked with an ominous shine in her eyes.
Rage almost choked on her sake. She was sitting by King's side, hoping to appear insignificant next to his huge form. She wanted to sit in to hear the conversation but she didn't want to be a part of it.
"That brat is King's kid," Kaido supplied between gulps of sake.
Big Mom pursed her fat lips while scrutinizing Rage with her watery eyes.
"She reminds me of someone. Come closer child."
Rage didn't want to go anywhere near the monstrous woman. But she couldn't afford to appear weak and fearful in front of all these pirates.
She stood in front of Big Mom and looked the woman in the eye with a polite smile.
The woman extended her huge arm and brushed Rage's hair from her face. The touch was surprisingly gentle.
"I've seen you somewhere," she stated, her gaze glued to Rage's face.
"She's a splitting image of her mother," Kaido put down his empty bottle. "The Queen of Sin City."
Rage froze. All blood drained from her face and her breath caught in her lungs.
They knew who she was. Her cover was blown.
"She's the rumored princess of Sin City? The one who was saved by the Straw Hats and Trafalgar Law?" Big Mom brushed Rage's face with a fat finger like she was petting an award winning dog. "Then why did you call her King's daughter?"
A nasty smirk appeared on Kaido’s face. "She came undercover acting as King's bastard daughter, born to one of Wano's whores. Ironically, her real mother slept around so much there's no telling who her real father is. It might as well be King." Kaido took another gulp of sake. "I already have several supernovas under my command. Straw Hat and Eustass Kid are in my prison. It's a matter of time until they'll break and become my underlings. Same with her."
So they played along with the sharade because they wanted her to serve Kaido.
Big Mom made a displeased sound. "Don't be so greedy, Kaido," she shoved a huge piece of meat with a bone into her mouth. She turned her vicious eyes to Rage while she chewed. The bone crunching sound bounced from the walls of the huge dining hall. "So you are one of the Naga. Come to Toto Land, I'd love you to marry one of my children."
A shove in the bond yanked her from the stunned stupor.
"Only one? Sorry lady, but I don't do monogamy," she answered with a weak attempt at a grin.
Big Mom grinned and she patted Rage's cheek.
"A girl after my own heart. Is it true that Naga's link their minds with other people?"
"Yeah, we can do that with as many people as we want and make them obey us." Rage replied with a pleasant smile.
"So where are yours?"
"Why would I need any? I have my own crew that's loyal to death."
"She's bonded with Roronoa Zoro and Trafalgar Law," King replied flatly.
Alarm bells rang in Rage's head. There was a traitor in the alliance!
"So you're here to fight Kaido with the little rebellion?" Big Mom laughed and patted the top of Rage's head.
Rage snorted and smiled wickedly at the huge woman. "Haven't you heard? I was pardoned by the Marines. My wanted poster was recalled and I was granted a bounty hunter's license."
She glanced at Kaido, who stopped drinking and scrutinized her through squinted eyes.
So they didn't have all the information. That was good.
"So what are you doing here pretending to be a common whore?" Kaido asked.
She shrugged and gave him a wide smile. "You're losing your edge old man," she ducked to avoid King's slap. "I'm new to this bounty hunter's game so I'm after easy money and quick fame. Whoever fails, I'll be taking their heads to cash in the bounty."
Big Mum laughed. "You are very brave and very stupid, girl."
"My mom says the same about me," Rage wiggled her brows at the huge woman, making her laugh even louder.
The laughter suddenly stopped and Big Mom looked at her with a wicked smile. "But you made a mistake allying with Straw Hat."
She reached for her giant sword and raised it above her head to strike at Rage.
"You're mistaken," Rage added quickly. "I want Straw Hat Luffy dead."
She poured all her hatred for Luffy into the words and it seemed to pique Big Mom's interest.
"I sense an interesting story," Big Mom put down her sword and reached for her sake. "Tell me, what did he do that you want to betray his little alliance?"
"He betrayed me first."
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She was thrown into a cell, shackled and collared. The sea stone cuffs suppressed her powers and she couldn't heal her injuries.
She was forced to fight one pirate after the other for Kaido's and Big Mom's amusement. If she wasn't putting a maximum effort into giving them a show she would be severely punished. And that fucking bagua delivered a mean blow.
She wasn't given much food except for a watery soup and a half bowl of rice.
She was exhausted. She wanted to sleep, but the guards made sure to wake her up every time she nodded off. When she was so exhausted she didn't wake up to their shouting, they threw seawater on her. So she was curled up in her cell, shivering, weary to the bone and the salty water got into her wounds and stung.
She tried to send a message through the bond to Zoro and Law, but they didn't know the signal. It was the sole time when she regretted breaking the bond with Kisa. Kisa knew the code, five quick pulses through the bond was a signal for being compromised. Three tugs and a burst of power meant traitor.
Why didn't she teach this to her other mates? It was a deplorable neglect on her part.
She was lost in self hatred and went through the darkest possible scenarios.
She didn't notice when the guards left and Yamato was standing on the other side of the cell door.
"Rage," he called. "Your real name is Rage, right?"
She sat up and stared, sniffing the air. There was only Yamato in the jail block.
"Yeah, I'm Rage D. Veshti," she croaked, her throat was dry and sore. "What do you want?"
"You don't look so good," Yamato stated the obvious without any concern in his voice.
"No shit. Let me out and I'll get better really fast."
Yamato threw her a careful look.
"Was it true what you said to Kaido? That you will side with whoever wins?"
Laughter bubbled in her chest. "Did they send you to soften me up and confess to my ulterior motifs?"
"Answer me, Rage," Yamato's tone was demanding. But there was something in his beautiful eyes that made her pause.
"Why should I trust Kaido's son?"
Yamato raised his arm. There was a silver cuff around his wrist.
"Do you see this? If I try to leave Onigashima the cuffs on my wrists will explode. Kaido didn't want me to run away and fight for Wano's freedom."
"Why would you want to fight for Wano?"
Yamato looked her firmly in the eyes.
"I was there when Kaido killed Oden. I detest my father and I will become the next Oden to free and protect this country."
Rage leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. She expected Yamato to be so much more than another Oden's fanatic. This beautiful trans man with stunning looks quickly caught her attention. She went out of her way to befriend him. He was skilled and powerful but in the end he was another deluded idiot.
"I will fight Kaido, I never planned for anything else," she admitted without opening her eyes.
Something hit the floor next to her thigh and a clanging noise reverberated from the walls.
She snapped her head and opened her eyes.
Her cell door was wide open and Yamato held the bars.
"Hurry up then, your friends are here," he jerked his chin towards the floor next to Rage.
There was a key next to her leg.
She grabbed it and got her shackles off.
The swell of power made her feel much better. She healed the most serious injuries. But she didn't have enough juice to heal herself completely.
For a second she pondered if she should drain Yamato, just to be safe. But after looking at the beautiful man she couldn't bring herself to harm him. She decided to go with her gut feeling and trust Yamato.
"Do you have a key for the collar?" She asked when she walked out of her cell.
"If I had that I would take off my wristbands," he declared with a shake of his head. "The Red Scabbards and their allies are heading to fight Kaido. But Kaido has all his troops gathered here for the feast. The difference in numbers doesn't play in our favor."
"How many Beast Pirates are here?"
"Fifty thousand."
That was a lot. She was counting on some of the troops to be taken down before the Fire Festival. Her girls should have already implemented several plans to mass murder the grunts. Either they didn't succeed or there weren't as many dead as she hoped for.
"So what's the plan?" she asked Yamato.
"We'll join the Red Scabbards and we will eliminate as many Kaido men as possible on our way."
"Works for me," Rage cracked her neck and ran after Yamato.
She grabbed several men on the way to the ground floor of the castle. Her strength was replenished but she was still hungry. Her reaction time was slower than usual due to being sleep deprived.
The hormones could get her a boost of energy, but she wanted to leave that for the time she really needed it.
Then the battle begun. The shouting of charging men, guns and cannons being fired, the screams of pain. Explosions shook the castle walls.
She used Conqueror’s Haki to put down as many grunts as possible, then she went after the ones still standing.
She pumped haki into her attack. She struck the first grunt standing in front of her and his body exploded. She covered her face before she was showered in blood, chunks of tissue, bones and the contents of intestines. The stench was abysmal and she regretted using the stupid technique.
She blew a hole in another guy's chest. It looked like an entry wound of a large caliber bullet. Innocent looking entry point in the front and minced meat at the exit point. At least the shit was blown away from her.
She needed to get rid of the collar, it could blow her head off at any moment.
She let out her haki to put down all the beast pirates around her. She closed her eyes and focused all her haki at the one task. One swift pull and the collar was off her neck and flying through the air, right at the new batch of pirates coming her way. It exploded and when the dust settled the corridor was painted red. Some of the pirates were screaming in pain. The one closest to her was waving his arm in the arm, it was squirting blood from blown off hand.
"How did you do that?" Yamato landed beside her, his eyes wide in shock. The chains on his cuffs dangled around his legs.
"Magic," Rage replied dismissively. She had no desire to pull off Yamato's cuffs. He was Kaido's son after all. It was better to be safe than sorry, especially when there was a battle raging all around them.
They made their way forward, Yamato guiding them through the castle. Every now and then the pirates called out to Yamato, urging him to fight on their side.
Rage could sense Zoro and Law, but they weren't in the same place. Law was at the back of the island, while Zoro was close by at the front of the castle.
She followed the pull, ignoring Yamato's calls. She ran into the castle’s live floor, where the fighting seemed the most intense.
There were the samurai, the yakuza, some of the Straw Hat's and her girls! She spotted Zoro the moment when he was hauled into the air by Marco the Phoenix. The swordsman disappeared into a hole in the ceiling. Marco was attacked by a giant pterodactyl.
King.
A shiny object jetting through the air grabbed her attention.
She jumped on the banister, balancing on the crumbling stone, right above the fray. She unleashed her Conqueror's haki in one short burst.
The signal worked and Reid's shinny surfboard was speeding her way. Rage jumped on the board and grabbed onto Reid.
"Take me to the team," she ordered and a few seconds later they landed behind the fighting women. They were lined up in an offensive formation, working together to take out as many opponents as possible.
Makonde and Kisa were right by her side, the moment the board touched the ground.
"Do you have any food?" was the first question that flew out of her mouth.
She was handed two protein bars, the standard rations issued to every team member.
It wasn't much, but the protein and sugar were enough to take the edge off hunger.
"You stink," Kisa scrunched her nose and frowned.
"I'm acutely aware of my state," she replied. Then she pointed to the ceiling, where King was trading blows with Marco. "Bring him down. I want him dead."
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The pain in the bond fritzed his mind for a split second before he slammed shut the connection.
Zoro saved them all from Big Mom’s and Kaido’s combined attack. Law managed to grab him out of the way of the blast and the swordsman crumpled to the ground, gasping in pain.
“Zoro! Are you still alive?”
“Oohf, I…I think so…”
“It’s a real feat you blocked that, if only for a second! Thanks, man!” Even Kid was impressed by Zoro's action.
Meanwhile Luffy charged Kaido head on, prompted by his anger at Zoro being hurt.
Law didn't have time to assess the damage. They had a plan to get rid of Big Mom. His powers didn't work on the monstrous woman, but a well aimed boulder threw her over the edge and into the sea.
Her cloud was confined by Kid's powers and Zoro slashed to pieces the flame so it couldn't save its owner.
“Hey! Pirate Hunter! Let Prometheus go!” Kaido lunged at Zoro, ready to bash the swordsman into the ground.
Law popped Zoro away and used the moment to aim an attack at Kaido. It only made the emperor angrier and he bashed Law with his bagua.
Law’s back hit the hard rock and his breath was knocked out of him.
“Law! That flame’s gonna go and save Big Mom!” Zoro yelled as the flame and the sword flew over the ledge after Big Mom.
“Let him go, the plan might as well be a failure if anyone dies.”
“The point was to separate the two of them. We’ll deal with Big Mom,” Kid and Killer rushed down after Big Mom to make sure she was dead.
Law found himself the only one standing before Kaido.
Luffy was on the ground, unconscious. Zoro was barely standing, while Kaido laughed standing over Luffy.
“Even while unconscious he still stares at me. What should I crush first? Those eyes or his brain? Maybe his heart?”
“Listen, Law,” Zoro reached for his swords between strain breaths. “What I’m about to do is the limit of my ability.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“If we can’t break through, we die. After this, it’s all you!” Zoro put a sword between his teeth and pumped haki into his arms. “Hey! Kaido! That’s my captain.”
The swordsman's energy was swirling around him. The sword Enma shined with ominous energy. Zoro lunged at Kaido, swinging his swords and directing all the energy into the blow.
A wide slash cut through Kaido’s skin. Blood burst from the wound and covered the scales on his chest.
“Boy, don’t tell me you can use conqueror's haki too!” Kaido looked surprised while he turned to Zoro.
Law did feel something resembling conqueror's haki. But he didn’t have time to dwell on the issue because Kaido aimed his bagua at Zoro. The swordsman was crumpled on the ground, unable to move. But when Law moved to get him, Kaido aimed his attack at Law and knocked him back. This time Law tasted blood in his mouth.
He heard another attack and agony erupted on Zoro’s side of the bond.
Kaido stood over them, barely out of breath.
“What a shame. If you’d come with me, we could have conquered the world…”
“With you?" The unexpected voice startled Law. "We’d never go with you, idiot. We love the samurai. Mark my words, you’re going down.”
Luffy was on his feet, facing away from Law. His head was bowed and his voice grave.
"After taking that hit from your club, I figured it out. You can infuse things with conqueror's haki."
Kaido burst out laughing. In a split second he lunged at Luffy.
"Only a handful of the very strongest can! Not a dead man walking!"
Kaido's hit didn't land. Luffy blocked the bagua without even touching it. A split second later he delivered a blow to Kaido's gut and followed with a haki infused blow to his jaw.
Kaido was knocked down and Luffy cracked his knuckles.
"Zoro, Torao, thanks for protecting me. You can go down now. I'm going to beat him no matter what it takes. Go ahead and let everyone know!"
"Quit your pathetic yapping," Rage's cutting voice carried around the roof.
Law turned his head. His gaze found Rage and five other women from her crew walking towards Kaido.
Her clothes and skin were smeared with blood. Her hair was singed and there were burn marks on her clothes. There were cuts and bruises on her skin which made Law worried. She should have healed that easily, why didn’t she use her powers?
When he peeked into the bond he found it throbbing with power. But it felt different than usual, it was forcefully pumped to the brim.
Rage was dragging something behind her. There was a shag of white hair wrapped around her fist.
She swung her arm and the object went flying.
Law's eyes went wide in horror when the severed head rolled on the ground in front of Kaido.
The emperor stared. His face was frozen in disbelief. For a long moment he didn't move, then his eyes switched to Rage.
"You killed Alber," his voice was ice cold.
"Was that his real name?" Rage scowled in distaste. "Hilarious."
"You're dead."
Kaido was ready to lunge, but Rage brought up her hand to gain his attention.
"Before you throw your angry fit, you need to know something," her tone voice was calm but commanding. The power trashed in the bond, looking for an outlet. She strained to contain it. "Even if you come out alive from this battle, you will lose everything. Look to the horizon," she pointed her finger towards inland. There were towers of smoke rising to the sky from far away. "Your weapon factories were blown up. Beast Pirate's ships are set on fire at this very moment. Your money vault is being emptied as we speak. The wine served to your crew was laced with venom. Even if the Beast Pirates manage to win this battle, most of your underlings will die a slow, painful death. There’s no cure for liquified organs"
Kaido burst out laughing.
"I don't care for your lies, girl."
"Then you are another stupid old man," Rage replied with a sneer. "Me and my crew, we did this shit before. You think you're special? You're just another mission to us. We had three months to set everything in place. Three whole months of flying under your radar. We got into your factories, into your barracks and your kitchens. We were the stumbling maids, the stuttering laundry washers, the kitchen maids, the factory workers and the whores you fucked. Everything we did was to make sure, you'll lose everything even if you win."
Movement caught Law’s eye. On the edge of the roof, right behind Kaido, Reaid appeared. Her surfboard was piled high with unmoving bodies. She made a hand sign and the women by Rage’s side slowly spread out, fanning out in front of Kaido.
“Thank you for waiting,” Rage addressed Kaido. “My girls are in place thanks to you patiently listening to my rant.”
“Hey! I’m taking him down!” Luffy protested.
“You can fuck off, if you want to live,” Rage sneered in response.
Then she vanished.
Kaido’s roar was followed with an explosion, when his thunder bagua connected with Rage’s punch. The conqueror’s haki exploded all around them and the explosion made a crack in the clouds above them.
“Take Zoro and go down,” one of Rage’s crewmates was suddenly by his side. She had black skin and short cropped blond hair. “We won’t be holding back and you’ll be caught in crossfire if you stay.”
Fire exploded all around Kaido, when Makonde spit out her venom.
Without any pause, two more black women slashed through the flames and right through Kaido’s skin.
He roared and retaliated with his dragon breath.
A body dropped from the sky a few meters from Law. Reid was pushing down bodies from her board, spreading them all over the place.
A huge swell of power caused him to turn to the fray.
There was a chain around Kaido’s neck held tightly by a big black woman. Rage was charging Kaido with haki infused fists and legs.
“Go, now!” The woman by Law’s side barked. She reached for her weapon, blades on a long chain and dipped them in a bag of silver powder. Then she jumped into the fight.
The last thing Law saw was Rage landing her punch, followed by a powerful kick. Blood flew from Kaido’s mouth. Then the world exploded in flames again.
He grabbed unmoving Zoro and carried him away from the roof.
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