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littlelewdmable · 1 year

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Continuation to this request

Ruby marked Jaune as her mate but she know that other girls could and probably will try to steal him from her. She needs to make sure that won't happend by claim him as her own.

Crimson Pack: Mine

Ruby loved Jaune. Why wouldn't she, he was her mate! So what if they'd only met two weeks ago, ever since the met they'd been inseparable.

Sure, they weren't partners, Ruby getting too distracted looking for Jaune and running into Weiss made sure of that. Instead Pyrrha was his partner. But, considering that Pyrrha was currently using Yang's boobs as a pillow, Ruby didn't have to worry about her trying to seduce Jaune.

Nora was "Rensexual" as she put it. So no need to worry about her. Weiss and Jaune didn't really like each other that much, and she didn't seem like the type to steal boyfriends anyway.

Blake however was different story...

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Ruby and Jaune had been cuddling on Weiss' bed. Jaune not really trusting the structural integrity of their old bunk bed setup. Before they had gotten real bunk beds.

Ruby had been laying on Jaune's chest, as she'd made a habit of doing, taking in his scent. "So, are we going to do anything besides cuddling in bed today?" He said.

"Nope," She said with a popping p. But no. She did regretfully have things to do that day. Crescent Rose, her baby, needed some maintenance, and even thought she loved Jaune she wasn't going to neglect her baby to lay on him all day. "Actually, I have to do some maintenance on Crescent Rose. Do you want to come down to the forge with me an help?"

Just because she had to take care of her baby didn't mean they couldn't get some bonding time in.

"I mean if you want me to," He said with a shrug. "But I don't really know much about all that complex shifty weapon stuff. So I don't know I'll really be that much help."

"Oh no, that's okay! I'll teach you," She said. Just like her mom and Uncle Qrow had taught her. "Maybe can forge you a weapon with a little range."

"I don't know Ruby," He said with an awkward laugh, "I really want to master Crocea Mors before I try to learn to use another weapon."

"Well if you ever change you-" Ruby started before being interrupted by the bathroom door opening, and Blake walking out.

In her underwear.

A purple thong leaving little of the famous "Bellabooty" to the imagination.

"Ruby," She said flatly, "Jaune," She said with a more sultry tone. "Don't mind me, I'm just going to get a little reading done." She laid down on her bed with one of her filthy books. Laying on her stomach. Arching her back just a little to accentuate her rear end.

Ruby couldn't believe what she was seeing. Blake clearly trying to seduce her mate. Ruby could even smell the horny coming off Blake. How dare she!

Jaune for his part was just staring at the bottom of Ruby's bed. Not trying to look at the magnificent ass to his left. As difficult as that was he wasn't just going to stare at another girl in front of his girlfriend.

But Ruby had enough. "Come on Jaune. Let's go down to the forge now," She said, dragging him out of the room.

"Okay Ruby," He said. "See you later Blake."

"Bye Jaune," Blake said sultry as ever.

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Ever since Blake made that first seduction attempt with Jaune, Ruby had been wracking her brain trying to come up with a way to get Blake to move on. Blake knew that Ruby had given Jaune a mate's mark. There's not way she couldn't smell it! So why was she so adamant about mating Jaune?

Jaune shifted in Ruby's bed. Pulling her closer to him, and that's when it hit her. What she had to do was looking her right in the face this whole time. Or more accurately rubbing against her buns this whole time.

She would have to give Jaune a lover's mark. The ultimate "Back off he's mine!" of the faunus world. But was she really ready to do something like that? She'd never really done anything like that before. And giving someone a lover's mark was serious business, and not something that could be gotten over easily if things went sour.

But they wouldn't. Not with Jaune. She would do it for Jaune!

But where? They would need somewhere private. Somewhere like an unused dorm room. It's not like the locks were hard to bypass. All she would need to do was go find an unused upper classman dorm, they had bigger beds and better soundproofing, and they would have the perfect spot.

Ruby squirmed with excitement. She had a plan. Now she just needed to put in into action.

And Jaune would be hers, and his puppies too someday!

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Jaune really had no idea what Ruby was doing. She was dragging him through the 3rd year dorms for "Something super special" as she had said.

What exactly the was, Jaune didn't know. Ruby was many things. Predictable wasn't one of them. He'd come to appreciate that about her, but even he was at a loss for words as Ruby opened one of the doors. Dragged him into the room. Locked the door. Threw him on the bed, and jumped on top of him.

She kissed him with more passion than she ever had before. Pulling back she straddled his waist. "You're mine," She said with determination in those stunning silver eyes of hers, and something else that Jaune couldn't quite place. "My mate. And nobody is taking you away from me."

Take him away from her? Did Ruby think that he was going to leave her for another girl. "Ruby, I'm not going to leave you for anyone. You're my girl. My mate." He said with a soft smile.

That smile and those words gave Ruby a warm feeling in her chest, that soon radiated downward as a healthy blush formed on her face. "I know Jaune. You're my mate, and I want everyone to know that," She leaned down close to his face. "I want to be completely yours Jaune. Will you take me? All of me?"

All of Ruby. That didn't sound too bad really. Jaune's eyes widened as he realized what she actually meant by that. "Wait, you want to-" Jaune was cut off as Ruby pecked his lips.

"Yes. I want to... make love... with you," She said, her hot breath of his neck. Rubbing her face against his almost like a cat.

Ruby wanted to have sex with him. He almost couldn't believe it. But he could feel Ruby's heat even through both of their clothes.

"I want you Ruby." He whispered. More heat filling Ruby with those few little words. Ruby drew back from Jaune. He looked in those lust filled eyes of hers.

She loosened her corset and threw it and her blouse away. Doing the same with her skirt and boots. More delicately finding a place for her cloak on a chair.

Soon she was wearing nothing but a matching pair of red bra and panties with black accents, and her stockings. She pulled Jaune's hoodie over his head and soon he was shirtless.

Ruby still sat on him. Her, now clearly, damp panties touching his stomach as she ran his fingers down his chest. He touched the soft skin of her thighs. Earning a small gasp from his mate.

She reached behind herself to unhook her bra. Tossing it among the pile of other clothes.

Jaune stared up at her perky breasts. "Do you like them?" She asked bashfully, "I know they're not as big as- Oh!" She gasped as Jaune cupped her breasts in his hands.

"I think they're amazing," He said teasing her nipple with his thumb as Ruby moaned from the sensation. "I think you're amazing."

Ruby gasped and moaned as he continued to play with her breasts. It was so much better than when she'd done it herself. But she couldn't let herself get lost in the pleasure of his soft and strong hands.

No! She had an even better prize waiting for her. So, regretfully, she had to pull Jaune's hands off her breasts. "Did you not like that?" He asked, worry clearly in his voice.

"No, I loved it," She said moving down from his chest and sitting in between his legs. "But I need to make your feel good too." She began unzipping his pants.

Jaune's cock was pitching quite the tent in his underwear. She pulled it free from it's cloth prison and took in it's full majesty.

Jaune wasn't small. Far from it. Ruby wondered for a moment how exactly that was suppose to fit inside her, but all worries vanished from her mind as she took in his intoxicating aroma.

From the second she caught that smell, there was not turning back.

She grabbed his cock with small and surprisingly soft hands. Giving it a small lick. Just a small taste test, and Jaune's cock immediately replaced strawberries as her favorite food.

She kissed and licked her way up his shaft. As Jaune made sweet little sounds of pleasure. She finally made her way up to his cock head as little streams of precum began to leak from his tip. Once again Ruby took a taste and a bolt of electricity filled her body as she tasted his cum for the first time.

And far from the last time.

Silver eyes look into Azure blue as she began sucking on his tip. Trying to milk every last drop of cum from her mate. Her own fluids flowing down her thighs as her heat continued to grow.

Jaune was so close to cumming when Ruby pulled away. Panting. Her ears twitching and her tail wagging. She looked into his eyes again before turning around. Sticking her butt in the air and laying her head at the foot of the bed. She pulled down her soaked panties. Revealing her sopping wet pussy.

Jaune simply stared for several long seconds. Not knowing what exactly to do. Ruby whined. "Please Jaune. Make me yours," sending the message loud and clear.

Jaune moved behind Ruby. Grabbing onto her bubbly ass. The best ass he'd ever seen. And lined himself up with her soft petals. He began to push himself inside, but stopped as Ruby whimpered in pain.

"Are you okay, Ruby" He said as Ruby lost her patience and slammed herself against his cock. Sheathing it completely inside her. Jaune gasped at the sudden movement. As Ruby laid her head against the bed with a wide smile. Panting happily as her tail wagged wildly behind her.

Jaune groaned as he buried his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. Ruby's tight pussy clenching down on his cock. As both of their bodies shook from the newly discovered pleasure.

Jaune slowly began to move his hips and Ruby's pussy clenched down harder. Begging him not to leave. Before slamming back into her. He began repeating this motion. Thrusting into his mate as the sounds of their hips slamming together and the bed creaking filled the room.

Ruby added her own sweet sounds. Amazing little moans. Her panting. And the occasional gasp of "Jaune!" as he continued to fuck her into a quivering mess.

Soon Jaune found himself reaching his limit. "Ruby I'm about to-"

Cum. And Ruby did. Hard. As her already tight pussy clasped down on him with even more power. Trying to milk him dry as she howled with pleasure into the empty room.

And she succeeded.

Jaune shot rope after rope of thick cum into Ruby's eager womb.

He finally managed to pull himself out of Ruby's pussy. Immediately missing her warmth. He sat back down on the bed and watched his newly deposited seed leek from Ruby. Soon her legs gave way and she collapsed down on the bed. Panting hard.

Jaune looked at Ruby. Petting her head softly and picking her up. laying back down with her in his arms. Laying on his chest as she loved to do. Listening to his still racing heart.

"Mine," She whispered as the pair fell asleep.

He was her mate and she was his mate.

Nothing would change that.

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bywons · 2 months

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୨୧ KISS IT BETTER — n. riki

pairing. badboy!nishimura riki x f!reader w.c. 0.8k tw/cw. mentions of fighting, nicknames, kissing genre. highschool au, non idol au, fluff feedbacks and reblogs are always appreciated!

sru's note! niki my cutest boy >.<

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the youngster winces at the cool sensation of ice against the fresh bruise, blooming red and blue under his skin.

but what's hurting him even more than the burning bruise on his left cheek, are the eyes of the girl pressing an ice pack to it. your reddening hurt eyes, brimming with tears which are threatening to spill onto your flushed cheeks, a result of crying earlier.

but the reason? nishimura riki, your boyfriend, showing up with bruises and cuts all over for the third time this week at your favourite rendezvous point— behind the small cozy bungalow of the old 'cat lady' in town, who almost never came out.

"you promised riki", your voice shakes, the delicate heart of yours no longer being able to withstand the sight of your lover's wounds and gloomy expression, "then why?"

"ya won't get it princess", riki breathes out the nickname for you so smoothly, utterly believing at the complete vanishing of your subdued anger.

but instead a gasp leaves riki's mouth at the sudden absence of the cool, relaxing and alleviating sensation from the sore bruise. riki's frown deepens and a cute pout forms on his tough face when he lifts his head to look at you.

"i won't get it? i won't get it?!", you scoff at his words and abruptly remove the ice pack from his bruise, "how do you expect me to not get it when the bruises are basically 'cause of me!"

"don't you blame yourself now!", riki's fast to get protective, even if it means to protect you from yourself.

however, you weren't entirely wrong, as everyone who mocked or insulted you for any reason was forced to smile and greet you after riki entered your life-frame. their change, while good, was involuntary on their part. nishimura riki was the main change brought in.

he'd often get his knuckles bruised and crimson, not hesitating to land punches on faces you didn't like. riki was known around the school campus for being reckless as heck, he knew it too, so doubtlessly he didn't mind adding the point, "protecting my girlfriend", to his list of becoming even more reckless.

but he forgets that he's getting punched back, getting wounded up too just to make his girl sweat.

"riki", the way his name slips out of your kissable lips and the way it sounds so dulcet, but it repels your glossy eyes and a frown full of worry.

and riki's heart aches again.

"y'know i hate seeing you like this! y'know i don't like you getting hurt," the ice pack falls on your lap with a sigh leaving your mouth.

"it's only for your good, love. don't like those people near you—"

"they've stopped hurting me riki!", you sigh again, placing your hand ever so softly on his cheek, "you've done enough for me."

"hmmm", riki hums in relaxation and melts into your touch, tilting his head onto your hands, secretly wishing your touch would linger around forever.

"it still kinda burns", riki pouts, pointing towards his bruise on his cheek still crimson and puffy, "kiss it better?"

despite of dating the boy for nearly a year now, he's always catching you off guard, even with his immense love for you. like right now, when he decides to sacrifice his already worn out school trousers to the dusty earth covered by dry birches leaves, without hesitation. riki makes you sit above it though, upon a makeshift chair out of an unfinished wooden rack in the backyard.

it was moments like this when a genuine smile played on your lips, and you know riki's the one.

with a shy smile and coloured cheeks, you lean down to your boyfriend sitting on the ground, to press a feathery kiss to his bruise and heal in some magical way for him.

you pull away quickly worried that if you press your lips any harder, it may hurt him.

"now this one?", riki smirks, pointing to another bruise painting his skin purple. this one dangerously close to his lips, lying on the corners.

"you cheeky!", it's refreshing for riki to see you giggle again, the dry tear-stricken cheeks of yours elevating to laugh.

you lean down, this time cupping his soft face and bringing it closer to you. and just when your plump lips brush against the corner of his, riki moves his face in a way that his lips meet yours. into a sudden, yet endearing kiss.

your eyes widen after the kiss, shocked eyes meeting riki's proud and smug ones.

"promise me", you whisper as your eyes travel around the recent and previous marks and cuts on rikis face, "you'll never fight again."

"can't promise something like that angel," riki scoffs, taking your hands in his, and softly pressing his lips against your knuckles.

"hey riki—!"

"but that's alright, you'll kiss it better every time, yeah?"

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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Lovesick!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Made For Loving You

summary: Eddie’s in love and can’t keep his hands to himself.

warnings: 18 + mentions of drinking, smoking, public making out, semi public oral (f receiving)

word count: 2k

authors note: distance makes the heart grow fonder and I missed Eddie a whole lot. Here’s him being in love with you and eating you out from his POV. thought I’d try something new. Eddie moved away from Hawkins and to a city where he could be loud and himself in this AU.

Eddie watches white smoke billow from between your parted red lips, faded and just slightly smeared from cupping your hands over them when he made you laugh inside the bar you stood outside of. He was still enamored by them. By you. Your cheeks hollow out when you take another long drag of his cigarette after you’d asked for only one swearing that you only did it when you drank. He’d sit here and watch you smoke his whole pack if you’d let him.

The city skyline shines bright behind you, it's beautiful but its glimmer pales in comparison to the way you smile as you tell him a story he’s already heard before. He doesn’t care, you could tell it on a loop if it means you’ll keep looking at him like that. When you finally hand it back to him he notices the way your eyes glaze over when your fingers brush against his rings.

The urge to kiss you is strong but he’s enjoying this moment too much.

Nodding his head in agreement to a new story about an argument you had with a customer at the record shop he’d met you at, his chocolate eyes catch a glimpse of the faint crimson stain now adoring the butt of his cigarette before pressing it to his plump lips. This was good enough for now.

You're all leather and black and somehow wearing his flannel, the wind kicking up after night fell — you blamed it on the summer chill. He knew he’d never see that shirt again, not unless it was wrapped around your curves.

Exhaling his last drag he flicks the remains into the street earning him the scowl from you he was waiting for. Using it as a distraction so he can press you against the brick lining the outside of the dive bar, he silences your scolding with a smile in his kiss. A soft chuckle rumbling in his chest when you meet his advances with a more than eager mouth.

The drinks you both had makes the swipes of your tongues messier when you lick into each other’s mouths. His hands settling deep and bruising on your hips as you find what he’s learned is your favorite place with fingers tangled in his curls. The light tug you give at his roots pulls a moan deep from his throat.

He nudges your thighs apart with his knee just enough to slot a denim clad leg between yours, pushing your skirt up just enough for him to get a view of the lace underneath. He nips at your bottom lip when he feels you immediately start to wiggle against him for more, your neediness that you’d been better at hiding than him sends him into overdrive.

“Eddie” His name slips out from between desperate kisses broken and whiney. He loved getting you like this. You tug his curls again when his lips travel to your neck. Nipping at your sensitive skin, he wants to hear you say it again.

The sound of the music inside goes from a dull thumping to loud enough for the two of you to break apart when the door slams open, drunken laughter joining the rest of the city noise that both of you managed to block out. Still caging you in with two hands on either side of your head, he reaches down to tip your chin up to look at him. The rough pad of his thumb tugs your sucked in bottom lip, his darkened eyes watching the way your tongue glides over your top row of teeth after.

Lipstick smeared even more, he knows he’s wearing some now.

Dimples poking his cheeks when he smiles at you, the look in your eyes matches his as your lips finally give in and pull up at the corners. A giggle bubbles from you as your nervous fingers pull your skirt down one more time and he swears each one he earns is better than the last.

“Wanna get out of here princess?” It's his turn to bite his lip when he catches the way you clench your thighs. Your converse tap against the pavement as you shuffle side to side at the thought.

“My place or yours?” Smirking up at him with mischief twinkling in your eyes he wondered if it was still too early to tell you the three words that he swears have been on the tip of his tongue since the day you met.

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Eddie’s apartment ends up being the winning destination with the promise of his roommate being out for the night. The awkward run in with yours the last time makes him thankful for his home base advantage. Walking side by side cutting through the neighborhoods to avoid the major streets, your shoulders brush and fingers interlock under the glowing yellow street lights.

The sound of your low humming catches his ears, curious chocolate eyes giving you their undivided attention. It was the song that interrupted you back at the bar and a hint of a small smile plays at the corners of your mouth when you feel his stare on you.

“I didn’t peg you for an Eddie Money fan.” His teasing words turning your hint of a smile into a full blown face splitting grin.

“Sometimes I dabble in the mainstream.” Shrugging nonchalantly you throw him a sideways glance pleased when you see the whites of his teeth. “It doesn’t always have to be hardcore and heavy metal all the time.”

Snorting he throws his head back in a loud mocking laugh knowing damn well you have the same taste in music as him. Too distracted he doesn’t catch the way your eyes stay trained on his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in the white gleam of the moon. His pale skin illuminating under its glittering light, the dark ink that covers every inch of him stands out even more, making all your words catch in your throat.

Eddie finally meets your gaze and he swears he can see the stars in your eyes, suddenly the ten minutes left of the walk seem like a lifetime. You couldn’t look at him like that and expect him to be patient. Smirking with devilish intent he doesn’t hesitate to grab your hips the way he’s wanted to all night.

Dipping into the alley he presses you hard against the quiet apartment building. Crowding your space he wastes no time letting his calloused fingers explore the sliver of skin exposed between your shirt and skirt. Relishing in the way your chest moves with your heavy breathing, you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. You always did.

Collecting your lips in a bruising kiss, he hums against you when you meet his advances. The whiskey still lingering on your tongue tastes bitter sweet against the bourbon on his. Cherry red just like your lips, your nails drag against the roughness of his happy trail hidden under his shirt. He shivers from your touch - a growl he can’t stop releasing from his throat, your tongue catches it with ease and lets it mingle with your own.

The blunt ends of your nails drag across his sweat slick skin, the humidity from the day finally setting in. He knows there’s going to be marks as they dig in when he sucks that special spot behind your ear. His badge of honor.

“Let me take care of you real quick.” He always wants to but his body aches with the kind of need that could set a whole forest on fire. “I need to taste you baby.”

There’s a ringed hand already under your skirt, fingertips skimming across the damp fabric between your legs. His words make your hips search for more, the smallest amount of pressure hitting against your bundle of nerves has you moaning his name.

“You’re gonna have to try and be quiet for me. Can you do that sweetheart?” Smirking to himself, he knows he’s asking for the impossible when he gets you worked up like this.

He pushes your panties to the side as two fingers slide through your wet folds. Coating them instantly — he doesn’t think you understand the power you have when you drip like this — just for him.

His shushes are gentle when his lips cover yours to swallow your gasp when he dips them in. Filling you till he hits the metal of his rings, your velvet walls constrict around him. Fluttering when he curves them to the side he’s hard enough to press uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. Too lost in the way your body reacts to him, he ignores the pain.

Pulling away just enough to whisper “Be quiet” against your lips with a smile, you watch him with an open mouth and pinched brows when he drops to his knees. The loose rocks on the asphalt dig into the exposed skin from the rips in his jeans, but when he catches sight of the way you glisten on his rings he’s only got a one track mind.

He catches your whimper when he removes his fingers and another one when he sucks them clean. Sugar in your drinks all night he swears you taste just as sweet. Your hands twist themselves into the curls on his head, a soft yank and a nudge forward he can’t stop the way his eyes roll back. Pressing kisses to the inside of your sticky thighs, he nips at the dip of your hips before smoothing over them with his tongue.

Quick hands remove your underwear, stuffing the wet lace in his back pocket. Another one to add to his collection.

Usually he teases you more but the strain in his pants is getting worse and the looming threat of someone interrupting what he’s been thinking about all night has him burying his face in record time.

Closing his eyes when you coat his tongue, his hungry mouth starts lapping you up. The roundness of the end of his nose bumping against your clit with every stroke of his muscle in and out of your hole. With strong arms wrapped around your thighs he can hear the way you muffle your cries from under the hood of your skirt when he starts shaking his head from side to side.

The way your legs start to shake and your thrusts start meeting his face he knows you're close. Licking a stipe up your slit he starts focusing his efforts on your button of nerves but not before asking “Are you gonna cum?”

Nodding your head with eyes blown wide and the pink tinge of your lips peeking through the barely there lipstick that once coated them— he’s never thought you looked more beautiful than just like this.

“I want you to give it to me, baby.”

Maybe it was the liquor at the bar or maybe it was just you, but he felt like making you come apart like this was his sole purpose on this shitty earth. Especially when he hears you say his name all pretty like this, like you’re his.

Your fingers pull at his roots when you finally let go, gasping with a hand over your mouth. Nectar of the gods he’s always greedy when he gets what he wants from you so he doesn’t stop till you’re whimpering with a gentle hand to his forehead and a soft “Eddie” falling from your lips.

He leaves more open mouthed kisses on your thighs before coming up for the air he forgot he needed. His hands move to hold your wobbling waist. Dimples in his cheeks again when he smiles satisfied, he’s not expecting the way your fingers curl into his shirt and pull him down to your needy lips. Pressing his body weight against you again he thinks he could die like this.

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sytoran · 1 year

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𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 (𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍') ⌇ wanda maximoff

summary: in which 'rockin'' is a euphemism for sex.

☰ PAIRING: sub!wanda x dom!gn!reader

☰ TAGS: modern!au, married life, oral sex, cunnilingus, smut, wanda in that mean girls santa outfit, strap-on usage, humiliation kink, degradation kink, breeding kink, daddy kink, overstimulation, safewording

☰ RATING: 18+

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"honey, i'm home!" you call from the doorstep, recklessly flinging your winter coat onto the back of a chair.

it had been a long day at work, (retail work during the holiday season was a fucking bitch), and you were more than satisfied to go home to your wife.

so when you were greeted with nothing but a faint cry from upstairs from wanda, instant dread filled your bones, damning you to think of the worst possible scenario.

you dropped everything on hand and ran up the stairs three steps at a time, wondering what the hell had happened. did wanda hurt herself? was she crying? was she-

of all the million and one possibilities of imageries painted in your head, not a singular one could've even begun to fathom what wanda was doing.

no, nothing could have prepared you for this.

"baby…" your words trailed off, the sight of wanda sprawled on your bed rendering you speechless.

she was donning that mean girls christmas outfit, the crimson one with the insanely short skirt and low-cut top. the fur outlining the outrageously exposing cuts almost seemed to taunt you.

in further aggregation, wanda was trailing a hand up her leg, from the high-heeled boots that showed off her deliciously exposed thighs. the earlier whimper had been a result of the vibrator she had pressed up against her cunt.

to top it all off, like the cherry on icing, wanda spread her body in a way such that your eyes could feast on all her assets at once - especially her wet pink folds in your direct line of vision.

your jaw slackens. i'm in paradise.

you don't know what kind of miracle this is, that you've been blessed with the most breathtakingly divine woman to ever grace the earth, but you're certainly not complaining.

"daddy," wanda whispers in tone that is as honeyed as is sultry. wisps of red hair cling to her forehead, almost as if foreshadowing the what-ifs.

"merry christmas."

and then you pounce on wanda, quite literally, making her squeal.

your hands are everywhere, squeezing at her breasts and her ass, digging into the plush of her thighs and plucking at her nipples through the fabric. it's everything you could have ever wanted, and you're damn sure you aren't going to put this opportunity to waste.

"take - ah! - fuck, t-take - oh! - take it off," wanda gasps, nearly incoherent with how fucking rough you're being.

your hands are unashamedly explorative, and the redhead nearly comes undone with how fucking possesive you're being. you're pushing her into the bed but pulling her closer, until all she can feel are your hands on her skin.

"no, i wanna fuck you in that," you growl against her flushed skin. "wanna fill you up so bad."

wanda lets out a needy moan at your demandingness. your voice is hoarse, throat having run dry long ago. you finally bring yourself to pull back, but before wanda can complain, you've flipped her around.

her legs hit the floor with an unceremonious thud, high heels clacking against concrete tiling. using a hand to push her front against the bed, effectively bending her over, you groan in pleasure.

wanda is so perfectly spread out for you, so pliant and so submissive and so needy, and you're hungry. you could fucking devour her.

"are you packing, daddy?" wanda breathes out, turning to look at you with an innocent look.

wanda's question goes unanswered, because you've already unbuckled your pants, and the thick strawberry-red and quartz-white, candy cane coloured strap gets buried in her cunt from behind, before wanda could even register what was going on.

in the first thrust alone, the strap went hilt-deep, because of how wet wanda was. the scream she let out was earth-shattering, for she had already reached her climax, with help from the vibrator earlier.

"you're a fuckin' whore, mhm? couldn't even wait for daddy's instructions." you comment against the back of her ear, warm breath leaving goosebumps in its wake.

your eerie calmness scares wanda, in the most arousing way known to man. you're trailing your hands over her thighs. wanda's panting, trying to rock her hips back for you to stay inside.

with haste, you harshly slap her on the side of her bare thigh, reveling in the way her entire body shakes in that little santa outfit. wanda mewls, crying out in pain and pleasure.

you tug at her hair, so easy to pull, just because you can. forcing wanda to look at you, you say, "that's one."

wanda keens for your touch, visibly confused at your words.

you smile a mean smile, almost snake-like in the way it curves at the edges, the running a tongue over your lips in anticipation.

"how many days of christmas are there, baby?" you murmur, littering hickeys over the pale skin of her neck.

"t-twelve!" wanda gasps, a jolt of arousal flowing south when your tongue finds her pulse point.

"how many times am i gonna make you cum?" you question, barely over a whisper, hovering over her lithe body. she's so little in your hands, so easy to pin down, so easy to please.

you fuckin' like that.

wanda only manages to splutter, grasping at the fabric of your clothing in search of comfort once she realizes your ploy. "i- i can't, daddy. too much, it's too much-"

"mhm, but you can do it 'cause you're my good girl," you respond with ease, taking the opportunity to flip over her hand and place a chaste kiss on her knuckles. "and you're gonna count after each one."

wanda tries to argue again, but her body is saying otherwise. she's dripping down her thighs, slick coating her fluttering folds. almost as if on cue, she raises her ass up slightly higher.

you can only smirk in response, running both hands over the expanse of her thick thighs. "pretty little slut," you mutter, watching with a hawk-eye as her thighs clench with need.

"inside," wanda whimpers, trying to grasp for you, abd you quite nearly lose your goddamn mind.

with a vigour of all energies exerted, you begin thrusting into her like it's the last thing you'll ever do. with the added height of her high boots, it means that you don't need to bend your knees down to do it properly.

and it also means that you fuckin' pound into her however you like.

which is precisely what you're doing, as wanda's moans digress into screams. the way she's whining out the numbers each time she convulses and reaches her high is intoxicating.

two. three. four.

"so big," wanda whines with slurred words, drooling onto the pillow. "m' so full."

it only spurs you on to drive the girth of the candy-cane strap deeper inside her pussy. the way you're moving it in tight circles makes wanda think you're trying to ruin her insides.

"so tight and wet for me, doll," you grunt. "bet you'd let me fuck you 'til all our neighbours know, mhm? what're you gonna say to them when you can't move your legs?"

it's not like she would complain, anyway.

it's embarassing, how fucking wet she is, even after having cum four times. she's still soaked, drenching your strap and her thighs, dripping onto the floor.

but you couldn't give any less fucks, the only thing on your mind being the fact that you wanted to break her. ruin her, 'til she was unable to speak, to move, to think.

flipping wanda over again, you bask at the view you've been blessed with. ample breasts and smooth skin, all wrapped up in a little tiny santa outfit. she's laying on her back, almost bashful at how greedy your eyes are.

before wanda could even think to close her legs, you pried them even farther open with a cocky ease that sent another wave of slick down her thighs.

and then you were burying your head between her thighs, warm and wet sensations simulating her oversensitive cunt. all you had to was grunt about how fucking needy she was, and wanda was gone again.

five. six. seven.

dear god, wanda tasted better than any dessert you'd ever had.

you were insatiable, lapping and sucking like a demon starved of innocent souls. but your desires couldn't quell, not when wanda fucking maximoff was at your mercy.

the crescendo of your wife's screams of sweet sufferings had your head spinning. she was crying, the tears streaming each time you brought her over the edge. her wails of hot-white pleasure had you keening for more.

"you gonna cum again, doll? already?" you teased through heavy pants, sharp breaths for air brushing against wanda'a clit.

when you received no response, you probed her with a harsh slap on her ass, confirmative in forming a bruise.

that in itself had wanda streaking powder-white cream all over you, the world stuttering on its axis. "ei - ah, fuck - e-eight," wanda whined, words slurring with drool. even in that state, she was divine.

just as about you were to slam the strap into your wife again, she cried out her safeword, "vision!", with the remains of her stamina. you slipped out of that headspace almost instantly, moving up to comfort your wife.

the time stills for a moment. wanda's erratic breathing gradually steadies. you let your eyelids flutter shut.

"sorry, baby," you whisper into her ear, littering gentle kisses over her neck. "too much?"

wanda merely smiles at you through droopy lids. "you have a lot of stamina. maybe i need to go boxing with you and bucky."

a chortle escapes your lips as you nuzzle into wanda's chest like it's your personal pillow, basking in the feeling of the rise and fall. wanda sleepily reaches up to touch your hair, and she lets out a shaky sigh.

it's a picturesque scene, with intimacy so tender you want to frame this moment in time before it flees away like everything eventually does.

however, if loving paid a price, you'd go into debt for wanda maximoff.

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"i can't feel my legs, detka," wanda says aloud after a while. "i have work tomorrow."

"oh. i would say sorry for what i did, but i'd be lying."

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Power Play // Chapter 1 // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU

Tropes and tags: RPF:AU hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, multiple POV.

Content Warning: angsty romance, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, smutty, aggressive hockey players, PinV, MF relationship, possessive male, protective male.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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I sank into the faded beige couch in our cozy two-bedroom apartment, soaking in the last moments before everything would change. Through the open window, the sweet scent of yesterday’s rain drifted in on a gentle breeze, reminding me of all the lazy spring days spent here with friends. Marissa plopped down beside me, and I felt a pang in my heart realizing how much I would miss this—being with her, my best friend and rock through the chaos of senior year. Now, a few months out after graduation, a bittersweet nostalgia washed over me. I etched each detail into my memory: the worn fabric beneath my fingertips, the birdsongs outside, Marissa's quiet presence. Soon we'd close this chapter, but the memories we made within these walls would blossom in our hearts for years to come.

The last four years of nursing school had flown by in a blur of late nights studying and early mornings in clinicals. Now with our bachelor's degrees finally in hand, my best friend and I found ourselves at a crossroads. Where did we go from here? I was tempted to jump right into a job at the hospital we'd done rotations at, but ultimately decided a few months off would do me good. Time to decompress after the whirlwind of college, and spend some much-needed quality time with my dad before launching into my nursing career. Though the future felt wide open and uncertain, I knew this break would help me recharge and figure out my next steps.

I gaze at my suitcases lined up by the door, like soldiers ready for battle. The rest of my belongings sit sealed away in cardboard coffins, soon to be shipped off to my father's house. In a few short hours, I'll board the plane home, leaving this chapter of my life behind.

I glance anxiously at my phone. The Uber is ten minutes away, coming to ferry me to the airport and the imminent end of my time here. Ten final minutes before my ship sinks into the sea of memories.

Part of me thrills at the thought of going home. But another part dreads that I won't summon the courage to uproot myself again as I did to come here. I feel caught between the familiar comforts of home and the terrifying freedom of the unknown.

As the minutes tick down, the nerves and sadness swell within me like the tide. I'm unsure if I'm ready to leave, but the choice has been made. My bags are packed. The car is on its way. My ship is sinking, and it's time to go down with it.

Marissa grasps my hand, intertwining our fingers in a familiar, comforting way. "This is just a new chapter for us," she says gently. "You know we'll find our way back to each other soon. Just give me a few months to settle into my new job, and I'll come out to Cali for a long overdue visit." Her words wrap around me like a warm hug, reassuring me that our bond can weather any storm.

As we stand from the couch and fall into a tight embrace, I can't help but feel a pang in my heart. Her messy bun tickles my nose, and the familiar scent of cleaning products and lavender clings to her old sweats and university tee. We had spent all day tidying the apartment, scrubbing away remnants of late nights gossiping over takeout and movie marathons. With each swipe of the washcloth, another memory got wiped away.

My phone pings, the Uber waiting to take me to the airport. I cling to her a little tighter, not yet ready to let go of my best friend. We'd been through so much together in this little apartment - late night study sessions, tears after bad breakups, celebrations after every accomplishment. And now we had to say goodbye.

I feel her tears dampen my shoulder as we sway back and forth, the unspoken "I'll miss you" hanging thick in the air. This isn't the end, I know, but as we finally pull away and I gather my bags, my heart breaks nonetheless. One chapter was closing, but a new adventure awaits for both of us.

She helps carry my bags down to the curb where the driver puts them into the trunk of his SUV. We exchange one more hug and a few tears before I climb in the backseat, waving goodbye out of the tinted window till she is out of sight. I pull out my phone shooting a quick text to my dad that i’m on the way to the airport. He wasn’t so much of a worrier, but he’d be upset if I didn’t at least warn him.

The afternoon sun peeks through the clouds as I drive down I-5, weaving past exits for Tacoma and Federal Way. The leaves on the tree limbs turning a faded shade already line the highway, a sure sign of Autumn in Seattle. Before I know it, I'm pulling up to Departures at Tacoma International Airport, the scent of coffee and jet fuel mingling in the air. Two overstuffed suitcases roll alongside me while my backpack bounces on my shoulders.

After checking my bags, I meander through the terminal, watching businesspeople rush to their gates while families herd overexcited kids onto flights. My flight isn't for another hour, so I find a seat by the window overlooking the tarmac. Planes taxi and take off as I confirm my hotel reservation. I could've stayed at my dad's place, but I know by now my old bedroom has likely become his at-home office. Anyway, it'll be nice to have some independence on this trip back home.

The call comes over the intercom: "Now boarding Flight 784 to LAX." I grab my carry-on and hustle to the gate, eager to secure my window seat near the front. The line inches forward as passengers jam the jetbridge, jostling for position. I finally reach my row and hoist my bag into the overhead bin. As I plop into my seat, I peek out the oval window at the tarmac below. Ground crew in neon vests scurry around the plane, making final checks. The cabin door slams shut, and we lurch into motion. The engines rumble as we gather speed, pressing me back into the headrest. My pulse quickens in that familiar pre-flight rush. The nose tilts up, and we're airborne! Home, here I come!

The LA sun hangs low in a hazy orange sky as I collapse into the hotel room's plush queen bed, weary from a day of travel. Cleaning and packing left me exhausted, so I had to cancel dinner plans with Dad despite his obvious excitement on the phone. He mentioned some "proposal" he has for me - likely another attempt to get me to ditch the hotel and stay at his place instead. But this modest room has everything I need - soft carpets, textured walls, and pillows galore.

After a long day, the thought of going back out into the bustling city streets makes me weary. I decide to unwind in the cozy confines of my hotel room instead. Stepping into the shower, I turn the heat up high, letting the warm water envelope my tired muscles. As steam fills the air, I feel the stress of the day wash away. Wrapped in a plush robe, I settle into the comfy armchair and flip on the TV. The sports channel is covering the latest NFL news - the FortyNiners are gearing up for a big pre season. But soon they switch over to hockey, and my ears perk up. It's an update on my dad's team! I lean in, eager to catch every detail and stat. The lively commentary of the sportscasters fills the room as I relax into the overstuffed cushions.

"Folks, the Rooks are looking like a force to be reckoned with this season," the announcer says with enthusiasm. She’s blonde, wearing a gray suit and enough makeup to cover her crows feet and forehead wrinkles, "Coach Brody has lit a fire under this team during preseason and you can see it in the intensity of their practices and scrimmages. The offense is clicking and putting up big numbers, but don't overlook the tenacious defense - whether it's the starting unit or the backups on the ice, these guys are shutting down opponents left and right. The Rooks are hungry for a championship and have all the pieces to make a deep playoff run. If they keep up this level of play, we could be in for an electric season with the Rooks!"

The Rooks take to the ice, a blur of black jerseys with fiery red numbers, names shining under the arena lights. Skates slice and sticks flash as they circle the rink, putting on a show for the cameras.

“Goalie McClain is a steel wall with his saves.” the announcer gushes as the footage switches to practice - the puck rockets toward McClain's net but the goalie drops, gloves flung wide to make the save. You can almost hear the ice spray and skate blades carve as the team flies around the rink, hockey poetry in motion. The Rooks glide and dash in a choreographed dance, aggressive and graceful all at once, as their dark uniforms and gear mesh into a cohesive force.

The defense barrels towards their opponents with unrelenting intensity, their eyes locked in a fierce glare. "Sanchez is proving himself as the team's starting center this season," the announcer declares, her voice rising with excitement. "Sebastian and Karlsson - the league's top defense duo - are an unstoppable force!"

A tender smile spreads across my face as I gaze at my father's team, my heart swelling with pride. My phone chimes softly, lighting up with a new message from the coach.

Dad (04:45PM): Visitor pass will be at the front desk of your hotel in the morning. Should get you into the rink for the game on Saturday and tomorrow. Come down to the rink after four, we will grab some dinner once I'm done with practice.

Curled up under my warm blankets, I open my phone to a new Snap from Marissa. Her selfie pops up on my screen, a pouty expression across her face with the words "miss you" scribbled in playful handwriting. I can't help but smile, picturing her exaggerated faux sadness at our time apart.

The sun melts into the horizon, casting an amber glow over the Los Angeles skyline. Palm trees dance in the gentle evening breeze as the city begins to wind down for the night. The view from my hotel is stunning, with the skyscrapers silhouetted against the vibrant sunset. I open the blinds to take it all in, the concrete jungle transformed into a sea of gilded light. There's a magic in the air at this time of day, a tranquil beauty that washes over the urban landscape. For a moment, the hectic pace of LA seems to fade away. I breathe deeply and let the fading light soothe my soul, appreciating the simple joy of a perfect sunset over the city of angels.

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introspectivememories · 7 months

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shanks and buggy denden au where:

the crew kinda splits up in the 2 year gap before roger's death and in an effort to make sure their sons cabin boys are alright, rayleigh puts them on the ship denden plan

so their little apt in loguetown has two dendens, one in the living room and one in their bedroom

they use it all the time. to call oden and toki, to call spencer. even to call roger, hoping that he'll pick up. (he never does)

phone calls are nice but nothing beats talking face to face and visual dendens are on the market they're just super fuckin expensive and both shanks and buggy are saving up for one. it'll be nice to see momo amd hiyori again.

anyway the execution happens and then the loguetown breakup and they pack up their apt in complete silence, each of them taking one denden.

(it'll be a decade and a half before they see each other again.)

they both expect the phone plan to just get cancelled but one day the mail seagull comes to them with a denden bill. turns out, the pirates denden company just grandfathered them into the old plan.

and you know what? it's not like they have any money and this plan is cheaper than all the other plans the company offers so they keep it. they get two separate numbers for the both of them and they dont think about it.

they decided to alternate the months they paid after one very terse call. or that was the plan but shanks is sooo forgetful all the fucking time and he never pays his denden bill on time. it ends up being buggy paying 8 months out of the year and shanks paying the other 4

(benn ends up setting up auto pay 5 years into traveling with shanks. what? it's not like they're broke.)

anyway buggy ends up becoming the terror of the east blue and shanks goes onto become an emperor and still neither of them change their numbers. they don't have the heart to.

and it's not something they consciously think about but sometimes when buggy gets drunk enough, he'll pull out his old ass denden book and trace his fingers over shanks' number. and if shanks is drunk enough he'll get halfway through dialing buggy's number before his brain catches up to what he's doing and stopping

anyway skip to marineford, and shanks is giving buggy a ride back to his ship. when they finally arrive at the island buggy's ship was docked on, both crews decide to throw a "im so fucking glad we lived through that/ captain buggy's the greatest!" party

buggy desperately tries to avoid shanks and shanks is literally holding himself back from looking for buggy but the party goes on and they get drunker and eventually they gravitate towards each other.

bc of course they do. they were shanksandbuggy, buggyandshanks, long before they were part of their respective crews. so they both sneak away from the party and they end up in shanks' room, with shanks sitting on the bed and buggy on his lap, curled around each other.

it feels just like their apt all those years ago. all those quiet nights on their fourth-hand couch, that they spent curled together -- buggy reading a book and shanks quietly talking his ear off.

(it was easier then. those two years where they had an apt together and the air was still heavy with the scent of hope. it was smth to look forward to -- 2 years and then captain will come back and there will be new adventures!

shanks got a job at the docks and buggy tried at least 17 different jobs before settling at a bookstore. and he'd go to work early in the morning and come back late at night to buggy in his hoodie, making dinner, ranting about rude customers.

and on weekends they'd both sleep in and cook breakfast together. or well buggy would cook breakfast, shanks would sit on the countertops and make buggy laugh. and then they'd spend the day inside or go out to eat. and it was good. better than good even. shanks could almost see why people stayed on land.

and then the execution happens and their father's blood stains the cobblestones crimson red and they seperate and then just as quickly as it started, it ends.)

that's when buggy notices the denden.

🤡: you still have that thing? 🍶: yes of course 🤡: and your number is still the same? 🍶: ....yeah. you? 🤡: yeah, never changed it. 🍶: why'd you keep it all these years?

and buggy may be drunk and his inhibitions may be lowered but he's still buggy at heart so he gives some bullshit answer

🤡 looking away: it was cheaper

and shanks knows he's fucking lying bc it may have been years since he last saw buggy but who knows buggy better than he does? who knows shanks better than buggy does?

🍶: c'mon bugs, tell me the truth. why'd ya keep it all these years? 🤡 unwilling to give in first: why'd you keep it all these years? 🍶: because i kept hoping that you'd be on the other end.

and buggy is floored.

🤡: .... what? 🍶: i kept hoping that if i kept my number the same, you'd call one day. 🍶: i can't tell you how many times i've picked up the denden, hoping it was you on the other end. 🍶, laughing sadly: i kept it all these years because of you. and you never called, not once. 🍶, cupping 🤡 face with his hand: why'd you never call bugs?

shanks is tearing up and buggy has already started the waterworks

🤡, sniffling: you knew where i was. why didn't you ever come and see me? 🍶: can you honestly say that you would've seen me? you probably would've told me to leave. so i stayed away. 🤡 hitting 🍶on the chest: idiot! i probably would've called at some point if you had came to me. but you never did and i just took it as a sign that anything we had was done and over. 🍶, grabbing 🤡 hands and staring into his eyes: how could you ever think we'd be done and over? it's only ever been you for me. only you. 🤡, full on crying by this point: idiot, idiot, idiot!

they're both curled over each other sobbing into each other's shoulder bc they could've had this the entire time but they were too fucking stupid

🍶: why'd you keep the denden, bugs? 🤡: haven't you figured it out by now? it was the only thing i had left of you. 🍶: you're such a fuckin sap, bugs. 🤡, blushing: shut up

#anyway that's all i have for now!#anyway if you have any ideas about the denden au then feel free to add on!#uhh the dialogue is so shitty here #but i only had enough for an outline #the dialogue deity only comes to me when i have a proper story idea #the pirates have their own denden companies bc using the legal ones is how you get caught #and the denden seagulls are so fucking vicious if you miss a payment. persistent too.#anyway auto pay in this sense is that benn leaves a pouch of berries in the same place each time and the seagull just takes it #denden au #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #akagami no shanks #shanks one piece #op shanks #shuggy #shanks x buggy #one piece

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manjiroscum · 1 year

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LILY OF THE VALLEY

Character/s: snow leopard hybrid!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, dark content, canon typical violence, blood, murder, dub-con, marking, mentions of mating, hybrid au, kidnapping, yandere!rindou, dom!rindou, sub!reader, cockdrunk reader, implied multiple rounds, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, breeding, blackmailing/threats, pet play, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by @httn 💜 thank you love for trusting me with this! i hope you like it 🫶

Synopsis: Only fools come out to play with a feral cat.

WC: 6.1k

Crimson specks marred the freshly fallen snow akin to wine spilled all over a white linen cloth. The bullet wound on his thigh was slowing him down. Nevertheless, Rindou trudged up the small hill to reach the other side of the forest hoping he would escape his pursuers that were looking through his busted car for any signs of life. With his teeth gritted, the lost man was sure he might die today. After getting separated from Ran and the others, a car chase occurred as he fled from the warehouse when a bomb about to blow up the building was shouted out. In all his years of doing the same song and dance, one could say Rindou got used to the chaos that has intertwined into his life since the day he was born with the need to experience thrills.

But, fuck, he could never get used to getting shot or bleeding out. The first time hurt like a bitch and the second time it happened made him want to pass out. It was more irritating to face than shoot those who dare touch his tail. Now, Haitani Rindou was sure he will die. Whatever plan those bastards cooked up that would confirm his demise, he had to give them props because they might succeed. Car dead, his phone without any signal, the temperature dropping fast, and a forest that may span a thousand hectares was just the starter pack he needed to die in these woods.

Rindou can’t die here. It would just be pathetic. So pathetic that they might make jokes out of it. His death would only make people say he deserved it or it is the consequence of having an unpleasant lifestyle. And honestly, fuck them. He has to live. He has to get out of here and seek shelter before the frost bites his fingers, ears, and toes off. What would his enemies think? What would Bonten do? What would Ran do?

What should he do?

A million thoughts raced through his mind as his knees finally gave away. His eyes fluttered close for a moment, inhaling the cold air sharply that he was quite sure it could cut his nostrils like blades made out of ice. A trail of blood followed him from where he started all the way to the top of the hill. In contrast to the icy atmosphere around him, his lungs burned. During these times, delusions would enter his mind to distract him from the impending doom that was looming above his head. Death was now breathing down his neck as if they were old friends. Its voice called out to him through the chilly breeze that brushed past him and the strong trees that appeared like shadows of those whom he wronged and killed to survive. If he had to guess what hell looked like, this was possibly the closest description minus the flames. Why would such a cold environment bother him in such a way? This has never happened before. He could think of countless reasons why a hybrid such as he who was meant to thrive in such an environment was slowing down.

Ah, that’s right… He never had to be out much to do his dirty deeds. It was always his underlings. Pawns who would readily obey him for various goals. He and Ran, without fail, get away from taxing jobs. After all, meaningless fights never appeased their appetite for violence. Something always had to interest the brothers for them to act. Looking back on those memories of merely partying and finding someone to toy with, Rindou couldn’t help but exhale deeply. His lips were chapped due to the lack of moisture in the air.

If my life is flashing before my eyes, perhaps I am indeed dying…

And yet, amidst the snow and harsh winds, a merciful angel came into view. Rindou thought he was already a goner for his eyes to conjure such a beautiful sight. Vivid colors murked into a blur as his vision steadily failed him due to exhaustion finally catching up to him. However, the second that angel spoke, voice soothing despite the panicked tone evident in it, he realized this was reality.

“Sir? Oh my god, w-wait. I need to call an ambulance—”

“N…o.” It took all of his strength to move his lips and tongue. The woman before him met his dazed stare, shifting her attention between Rindou and something behind her. “No am…bulance…”

“W-what? Why? No, you need immediate attention…”

Haitani Rindou, one of the infamous criminals Bonten has in their arsenal and the fearsome younger brother of Ran was still vulnerable to things that exude innocence. Perhaps it was just in his nature to be drawn toward something he can never be and so he tried to push away the person who came out on a snowy night to help him. This earned him a surprised expression and more questions he couldn't answer. Rindou’s efforts were in vain as his eyelids finally shut, and the last of his energy left him unconscious in the hands of a stranger.

I’m sorry, Ran…

There was a sea of trees you had to drive by to reach your parents’ house. The road was slippery due to the snow but you had to go after promising to drive carefully. After a hearty dinner and entertaining their inquiries about whether you will get married or not, you were set on heading back to your apartment. Tomorrow is Monday and you had to wake up early for your nine-to-five job at the cafe your cousin owned. Normally, your schedule ranged from mundane to the occasional unexpected events that usually revolved around your job or your parents. Yet they were never anything spontaneous or something that will make the hairs on the back of your hair stand until you had to rescue this man now sleeping on a makeshift bed in a veterinarian’s clinic.

Ignorance could sometimes save a person’s life. The second you saw the hanafuda tattoo on his neck, you knew the shit you were about to get into could get messy. Never had you ever thought of bringing an infamous person, let alone one of Bonten’s henchmen, into your home. The veterinarian you called for help swore his secrecy after he commended you for doing first aid, but commented that men like him shouldn’t be saved. Yet, your conscience wouldn’t let you sleep soundly at night if you left him there on a cold winter’s night to bleed to death or get feasted on by bears.

“Are you… his girlfriend or somethin’?”

“No, I’m not,” you responded while cleaning up the bloody clothing and gauze after Rindou’s wound was stitched up. “However, as a human being, I couldn’t just leave him there. I’m… not capable of such cruelty.” The man shifted his attention back to the dangerous person fast asleep and then squinted hard as if his patient was just pretending. Grunting, the veterinarian gathered the last of his tools into his bag and made his way to the door, but not before leaving you some sound advice.

“Be careful because this choice you made might just bite you back. I’ll be back as soon as possible when I find a doctor in the area. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this secret doesn’t reach the authorities.”

Thinking back to what happened earlier, you were sure your blood ran cold at the sight of a broken car by the road. Initially, you thought the vehicle broke down and that the owner must be somewhere nearby since it would take around twenty minutes to get to the nearest town. Unless they had to hitch a ride because it was freezing and decided to leave the car. But the second you saw what seemed to be bullet holes in its body, uneasiness coated your nerves like thick molasses. The dread of finding a dead body doubled upon seeing blood on the snow, leading up to where you found the dying unknown man.

Damn it all. He wouldn’t harm someone who rescued him, right?

No, scratch that, this man wasn’t a stranger to you. You were the stranger—not him. Everybody who worked in Tokyo and heard the news was all aware of Bonten, the most dangerous gang in the country to date, enough to rival the yakuza. Those hanafuda tattoos they branded on their flesh bear the symbol of their loyalty to the man who founded the group, Sano Manjiro. The Haitani brothers were as famous all by themselves. It didn’t have to take you long to know everything they committed under the sun or the veil of night. Rumors of the brothers and Bonten always circulate on the internet. In short, they were individuals you had to avoid to live long.

Eyes glancing at your phone sitting by the couch, you debated whether to call the cops and turn him in. Maybe getting Rindou off your hands will be the first step to having your normal life back… Or will just cement the death sentence he shall bestow upon your unfortunate soul once he recovers.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” you groaned into your hands. Sleep was out of the question. You had to monitor Haitani Rindou for two obvious reasons—one because he might wake up and two because he might silence you the second he does. Gruesome pictures of your death flashed on the television screen ran across your imaginative mind and honestly, you were scaring yourself. Clearly, you didn’t think this through. But, what’s done is done. There was no way you could throw him out now. “Let’s… just make sure he’s fine enough to walk out of here on his own. Y-yeah…”

Exhaling a defeated sigh, you sat down on the floor and stared at Rindou’s unconscious form. For a man as big and bad as him, you bet he would snore loudly. Yet, he looked almost like a corpse—unmoving and quite fragile. The biggest shirt you had at your disposal appeared tiny in his huge frame. The veterinarian even gave up on giving him something to wear on the lower part, muttering how he shouldn’t even be bothered to clothe the criminal. The thought of Rindou being naked down there was slightly distracting, making your eyes wander down from the hanafuda tattoo on his neck to the intricate design on his torso until you slapped your cheeks to make you stop eyeing the muscular hybrid.

What the—don’t do this to yourself. He is a criminal, for fuck’s sake!

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages. There was only one from your mother, checking up on whether you arrived home. A humorless laugh escaped your lips as you lied to her. Besides, she will definitely panic if she knew you were looking after a criminal in a vet’s clinic. You hoped to distract your mind from spiraling into endless regret by watching adorable videos of dogs. A good turn deserves another… You just wished Haitani Rindou was a person who would reward good deeds.

The morning was rough on you. With a stretch or two, you cursed your aching back while you proceeded to order breakfast for three. Your cousin was kind enough to give you a day off after phoning in with a fake cold. The minute you finished offering him apologetic words after lying through your teeth, you then grabbed the takeout and sped off to the clinic Rindou was moved to. Caffeine and sweets were the things keeping you sane save for the veterinarian and a doctor, whom he roped into the situation, present in the room. Dr. Hinohara was silently observing Rindou’s body while giving a blood transfusion to the still-sleeping hybrid. Compared to last night, the younger Haitani looked slightly better. He still appeared like he crawled out of hell and survived, though.

“I guess we don’t have to bring this man to the hospital,” the doctor spoke after some time. “There doesn’t seem to be a bullet stuck to his thigh. He did lose a lot of blood. I’ll just make sure to monitor him in case he needs more blood transfusions and if there could be any infections on the wound. If he does turn for the worst, I will have to bring him to the hospital—”

You were quick to object, leaving your cup of coffee to stand up. “H-he told me he shouldn’t go to a hospital. I’ll pay you, Sir. I’ll make sure to pay you for treating him. J-just don’t bring him there. Please…”

Dr. Hinohara sighed at your statement, sharing a glance with the veterinarian. Just as you were ready to shoot down their suggestions of you putting an end to your good samaritan role, the doctor then nodded solemnly in resignation. Appeased, you backed away before sitting yourself down once again. Seeing that there wasn’t anything left for him to do, the veterinarian excused himself and left the establishment. A few minutes later, Dr. Hinohara did the same to attend to his outpatients. It wasn’t until lunchtime when he came back that you decided to head back home to catch some sleep after a long warm bath. To be in a room alone with Haitani Rindou, awake or not, was making you anxious. Your eyes were often fluttering close, trying to stay conscious and alert in the presence of an infamous gang member. To let your guard down would be serenading death.

“You can come back tomorrow afternoon,” Dr. Hinohara said with a gentle smile upon seeing you out. “I don’t think Mr. Haitani would wake up today anyways. Go home and get some rest. I’ll call you if anything changes about his current condition.”

“Thank you, Dr. Hinohara.”

If you knew that the day you saved Haitani Rindou would be the last time you could ever experience a normal life, perhaps the future wouldn’t turn out like this—with you almost sticking to a corner whereas Rindou glared at your quivering form. Dr. Hinohara was nowhere to be found on the second floor and your mind concocted various scenarios at the sight of the trashed room. How could the man be up and ready to threaten you with his sharp claws when he was just barely conscious days ago? You even recall Dr. Hinohara remarking about Rindou being too weak to open his eyelids. So just how?

Irises sharp as his claws remained on you, hues of ultra violet hoping to unmask your intentions by staring right into your soul. Behind his predatory gaze were promises filled with violence and a whole world of pain if you so much as make a single move that he will deem a crime towards him.

Haitani Rindou was not a man to be trifled with.

“You… Didn’t I tell you not to bring me to a hospital?” he questioned in a demanding tone, taking a step closer to you which prompted your weak legs to fall back. This is the very thing you hoped to avoid. Maybe if you were given the foresight that Haitai Rindou would recuperate enough to stand today, you would have come prepared to negotiate. Negotiate with him not to kill you and to leave you alone because you did what he asked. However, he didn’t seem happy at the idea of recovering in a clinic, afraid his location would be alerted to the police. “What’s the matter? Suddenly can’t use that tongue of yours? From what I remember you weren’t mute—”

“This isn’t a hospital. Y-you’re in a clinic, can’t you see?”

The hand you used to gesture at the area shuddered upon seeing him move. Rindou was obviously confused as he surveyed the room, unsure whether to take your word or not. You couldn't blame him, though. Blood rolling down his thigh akin to raindrops on a glass window captured your attention, taking away the assertive statements off of your lips. Your fear for him was outweighed by your concern for his wound that might have reopened due to his carelessness.

Rindou was quick to create distance between you two. Your eagerness was mistaken as an act to lunge and subdue him which was something you couldn't do. He realized this the moment he winced in pain, hand applying pressure on his bleeding thigh. You clicked your tongue and hurriedly helped him back onto his bed. His hostility towards you disappeared with each pang of pain that erupted around his injury. Of course, he just had to be slowed down by this and for you, this was a blessing in disguise.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll go see if Dr. Hinohara has returned.”

Any deity above must have heard your silent prayer for the doctor announced himself inside Rindou’s room, eyes wide at the condition of his patient and the messy room. Minutes passed, and the hybrid was now waiting for the pain to subside once his wound was attended to. Lips in a tight line, you sat by the side, waiting for the doctor to say something—anything that will get rid of the awkward air that settled in the room. Instead of something positive, Dr. Hinohara approached you with a dejected expression that caused your heart to momentarily stop beating. His next words almost had you wishing you were sitting down due to the implications of it.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t do this since I am a practitioner of medicine and should have empathy for my patients no matter who they are… But I can’t have Mr. Haitani stay here any longer. You must understand. My other patients have caught a whiff of his presence here and are too scared to come over. I-it’s bad for me.” Dr. Hinohara then added to soften the blow, “If he stays over at your place, I-I promise to visit and check on him from time to time. Although, I doubt I could do much since he’s close to full recovery.”

Bullshit.

It was utter bullshit. There was no way his other patients knew about Rindou being treated in the clinic. Based on the days you visited the hybrid when he was still unconscious, everyone who visited the doctor didn’t display any signs of uneasiness. Yet, you couldn’t do anything to appeal for Rindou anymore since the doctor was more than eager to kick him out. For all you know, the hybrid trashing the room was his last straw.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, you turned the stove off and poured the hot soup into two bowls. The Bonten executive sat on the living room couch, watching a daytime show. He was unbothered by the small space of your apartment, thankfully. Rindou barely fussed upon arriving, probably because he did not have any other choice. Even with his infamous reputation, throwing him out was inhumane.

You wanted to help him, but it has been years since you took care of someone sick or injured. Plus, your mother’s temperament was far different from Rindou's.

“You okay with miso soup?”

Rindou merely grunted in response, avoiding your gaze while he took his bowl from you. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his moodiness, you took the seat across from him prior to drinking the soup you made. For the hybrid to keep sulking like this, you figured it was because his wound hasn't fully healed, and limped every time he walked. Men like Rindou hated weakness. To display his vulnerability to you like this must be torture to the mighty snow leopard hybrid—someone who isn't used to being on the other side of the spectrum.

Yet, he never dismissed your acts of assistance. No matter how much you teased him in an attempt to lighten the mood or receive his narrowed gaze, Haitani Rindou never made a move to hurt you during his stay here. Or at least that is what he's trying to do—to lure you into a sense of comfort before he strikes like an apex predator. Nevertheless, you continued to meet his needs.

“You okay?” you asked him when his spoon fell to the floor. Your legs were up and running to get a towel once you saw what happened. He dropped his spoonful of miso soup on his bandages because his limpid eyes couldn’t be torn from the show he claimed was too boring. “Mr. Haitani, you shouldn't pay attention elsewhere while eating.”

“Can’t help it,” he answered with a scoff. A ghost of a laugh slipped past your mouth at the thought of him acting almost like he was a big cat distracted by the pretty colors that led to this situation. Shaking your head, you wiped off the droplets of miso soup from his thigh. After you tossed the towel to the side, you stood up straight and placed your hands on your thighs. Rindou’s tail went stiff at your stare which was accompanied by a smile. “What?”

“Are you… enjoying the show? I thought you found it boring?” The giggle that followed your inquiry did not go unnoticed by the hybrid. The tips of his ears turning red were proof of that. Hearing no reply, you continued to tease him. Your hands are busy fixing up the couch before taking your bowl once more. “I mean, it’s alright to admit you like these soap operas. My mom enjoys them too, you know. Well, not enough to be—”

“I wasn't distracted,” he huffed and averted his gaze at your silly smile. “I was just… surprised.” Rindou never elaborated further on whatever stunned him. You merely shrugged and slurped your soup, content with sitting next to him on a Thursday morning. This has been your life lately—taking care of breakfast and Rindou in the morning, going to work afterward, and then coming back during lunchtime. Despite the reasons you came up with, your cousin never questioned you as to why you requested to come in later than your usual hour. He did, however, tasked you to stay until closing time. A small price to pay. After all, this isn't going to be the norm forever. Rindou will have to go back home and disappear from your life as soon as his wound heal.

Somehow, the reality had sorrow creeping up your heart. Rindou staying in the apartment and seeing him every day made you think he has always been there. His sulky expression softens up whenever his guard is down. He wasn't even aware the corner of his lips was curling up once. The way he dismisses you the second he realized he was showing happiness was cute in its own way. You were used to stifling your laughter at his displeased face that did not match well with his tail swishing side to side. His silhouette blended into your little space, making himself at home. And unbeknownst to you, Rindou felt the same way.

“Don’t act like such a big baby. It’s good for you!” You pushed the plate of rice with natto on top. His irked expression eased down while he took his chopsticks. The smell of the fermented soybeans did not sit well with his nose as he ate to appease you. Yet, he willingly ate, especially with you grinning in front of him. “There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Can’t believe a gangster like you dislikes natto.”

Innocent things like you were bad for his health. You were poison to his system—having him think of stuff he never gave a second thought on. Rindou lost count of how many ideas of him whisking you away where no one else can see you crossed his mind. Everything about you exuded a normal and peaceful life—a luxury for him who couldn’t afford it anymore. He should’ve turned you away and let himself die that night because now he didn’t want to leave. His wound was almost closed up and he didn’t have to limp around or ask for your help whenever he bathed. Rindou has grown far too fond of you to merely go back and forget about your kindness. For your sake, he held himself back and enjoyed you doting on him despite the numerous teasing you’ve thrown his way. Pretty but lethal flowers were only meant to be admired from a safe distance. Preferring to keep his claws hidden and the space between you wide, Haitani Rindou liked it this way.

Until he didn’t—until he got greedy.

Dr. Hinohara just had to burst the bubble Rindou protectively held with a single statement that the hybrid was free to go. You couldn’t describe the emotion that swirled within you, ignorant to the deathly stare Rindou gave the doctor. Dr. Hinohara swallowed thickly at the heat of his gaze, slowly taking a step back in case the hybrid decided to kill him on the spot. The younger Haitani wished he could turn back time and stop the old bastard from revealing his secret. Despite sabotaging the stitches for so long to keep it from healing too fast, Rindou’s game was up. And yet, not all of his cards were played.

His trump card has yet to fall onto the table.

Ran came over to your apartment the second Rindou rang him up after a month of no contact. The reunion happened under the stillness of the night where not a soul could be found on the streets. The chloroform his older brother brought was put to use to make sure you wouldn't scream or do any trouble as he placed you in Ran’s car. Rindou then discarded the baton hidden at the back of the trunk, already cleaned off of Dr. Hinohara’s blood, into the nearest waste bin before letting Ran drive down the road heading south.

The moment you woke up from what you thought was a terrible nightmare, you were chained to a bedpost in an unfamiliar room in someone else’s bed. The collar on your neck was a bit tight and the chain attached to it wasn't long enough for you to reach the door. A little bell was hanging on the collar and it jingled with every movement you made. You thanked your lucky stars that you were still fully clothed but that feeling of relief waned away too fast. Your head pounded while your eyes frantically searched for signs of where you are. Rindou entered the room with a tray of food. His eyes slightly went wide at the discovery of you greeting the conscious world then his lips broke out into a grin.

“I see you’re awake.”

“R-Rindou? W-what… Where am I? What’s going on?”

Your inquiries fell from your mouth like the teardrops on your cheeks at the realization. Rindou hushed you multiple times while he set your meal down on the nightstand but you never took heed, fearing for your life. It wasn't until he took out his phone to show you a picture of your parent’s house that your tongue felt like it was made out of metal. Your hands balled up into fists at the image.

“Don’t hurt them. P-please…”

“Looks like you're smart enough to guess what I’m implying here, huh?” Rindou chuckles at your horrified tear stricken face. “I guess calling you a big baby right now won’t be satisfying.” Hand underneath his chin, the hybrid let out a contented sigh. “I knew I was right. Other girls I’ve met before weren't as intelligent as you. Saves me from explaining what will happen to your family if you try to escape.”

“What do you want from me?” you demanded, nerves and voice shaky. His irises shone brighter than amethysts as he observed you on his bed. After a month of nursing him back to health, Rindou was intent on returning the favor—just without outside interference, of course. There was no way your parents would allow him to date you and to see you with a faceless nobody would be the icing on top of his cake meant to insult him. He can't have that. “Rindou, what do you want? I-I’ll do anything! Just please leave me and my parents alone. If you want an apology for all those days I’ve teased you or said something wrong, I’m w-will to do so!”

“Nothin’ much, angel. I’ve passed the need for anything.” He then pulled you up by the collar of your shirt. Leaning down to whisper into your ear, Rindou’s lips curled up. “I’ve already got you.” The second he spoke those words, a shiver ran down your spine. Not giving you any time to collect your thoughts or to wipe the tears from your cheeks, the Bonten executive took a step back and gestured at your clothes. “Strip.”

Hands trembling, you did as he said. More tears exited from your glossy eyes which Rindou couldn't wait to lick away. As soon as you got rid of your pajamas, you covered your exposed stomach and breasts until he clicked his tongue. You winced at the sound of it.

“All of it, angel.”

You heaved a deep breath. Your panties slid down your legs agonizingly slow. The rest of your body burned in shame under his piercing gaze. It was as if Rindou would be struck by lightning if he dared to look away from your gorgeous form. You steeled yourself once he took away your clothes.

“Go and eat your meal. I’ll be back.”

Rindou shut the door behind him. You couldn't stop crying even while you ate the meal he prepared. It was hard to know where you were as the window was bolted shut and barely let natural light in. Your heart beats wildly inside your chest whereas you stiffened at the sight of him returning. His violet irises landed on the empty plate before nodding approvingly.

“Good. I’m going to give you a drink now.” He took off the chain from the bedpost and pulled it for you to follow him. But not before commanding you to do it on all fours. His sharp canines peeked out when he smiled at your obedience. The fear strumming its chaotic cords to have you obeying the hybrid. “That’s it, angel. Make sure not to bump into anything on the way to the kitchen.”

Even with Rindou as your sole audience, your soul was close to dying out of shame. Your pussy folds were out in the open, clit throbbing uncontrollably for the wrong reasons as you followed him from behind. It didn't take you long to figure out this was Rindou’s house—or his temporary home. You were too busy making sure you were keeping up with his huge steps and not falling behind to scan your surroundings. The hybrid then paused and turned to you. His hand gestured to a bowl made for a pet sitting on the floor. It was filled up with what seemed to be milk.

“Go on. Drink it all up, angel.”

Cheeks burning, you hesitated for a second. It was when he walked behind you that the panic kicked in again and you unwillingly bent down. Your tongue was stuck out, ready to lick up the milk to appease Rindou, deaf to the sound of unzipping. The palm of his hand was cold against your cunt, causing you to yelp. His free hand was quick to keep your head from turning around to see him.

What the fuck is happening?

“You’re not the only one who’s thirsty… Shit, you’re wet?” He was more amused than disgusted at his findings. This was fucked up. There was no way you were turned on despite what occurred. Maybe you were sick in the head all this time and Rindou’s actions just brought this to light? You would never know as your mind started to grow hazy due to the pleasure of him rubbing his palm across your slit. You were no virgin but it has been a long time since you’ve done it. Perhaps that was the reason why?

Why does it feel like that’s a lie?

Retracting his claws, he plunged two of his fingers into your warm pussy that parted easily for him. Front teeth digging into your lower lip, you kept back the moan bubbling up your throat while Rindou rubbed his fingers against your tight walls. Slick coated his hand which made it easier for him to feel around your gummy walls. His pleased groans were too much for your ears, his hard length brushing on your ass. His tail swished around before curling around your leg. Your hands keeping you upright were trembling as the onslaught of bliss was increasing, gaze glossy.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight… Are you going to let me fuck you, angel? Huh? Does my pet deserve this dick?” he questioned with mirth in his tone. Another finger was added, widening your hole. You couldn’t help the whine leaving your lips, eyes shut as you fought back more from coming out. Rindou held you by the waist when your legs gave out, cooing into your ear. The hybrid brought up his hand coated with your juices, inhaling it then tasted your slick. “It’s that good? I’ve waited so long. Held back and let you have your way. You’ll let me have you, mhm? Been good, angel. The least you can do is return the favor…” A silent gasp was what Rindou earned when he tapped the head of his cock against your pussy folds, rubbing his length on the damp flesh. Slowly, he entered you.

“A-are you gonna—ah!” You were sure he was going to tear you apart. It stung as the girth of his cock stroked your tight muscles, molding its shape there. Rindou took a few seconds to get accustomed to the way your pussy enveloped his dick, hissing under his breath at how heavenly you felt. And now that he has finally held you, Haitani Rindou was damn sure he has found his mate. Now, he will make sure to keep you by his side whether you want to or now. He’ll just have to give you something that will make you reluctant to leave… Or fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this place without him. Maybe getting you pregnant will be the solution to this problem. “Ah, fuck… S’ big. R-rindou!”

“Angel, wanna give you cubs. You’d want that, huh? You want to be mine?”

His thrusts were hard and rough, causing you to moan and squirm. Lust rendered you blind as you took and took what Rindou gave. Time was no longer relevant at this point. All you could remember as he continued to fuck you like a savage beast during the mating season was the way his claws dug into your skin, marking you as his. The place’s layout slowly etched itself into your mind as he made it his mission to fuck you in every area with the endeavor of filling up your womb until all you could feel was his cum running down your thighs. Your breasts and nipples hurt after going through the abuse done by his mouth. Hickeys littered your torso and the skin of your neck. Clit and folds puffy, you couldn’t tell how many times you have squirted. Rindou always patted your head each time before tugging your nipples in a teasing way. The collar still wrapped around your neck jingled along with your breasts, soaked with your sweat and tears.

“R-Rindou! I-I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, angel. You can take more.”

He never gave you a break or a minute to rest and catch your breath. The moment he finished inside you, his balls emptied another load, replacing the cum he spurted into your cunt that dribbled out. Mind all in a mush, you sobbed at the overstimulation. Finally, the hybrid set you down on the couch, panting above you. A puddle of your essence and Rindou’s cum sat around your ass. The furniture wasn’t the only unfortunate victim of its owner’s quest to impregnate you and claim you. Mouth wide open, your eyes were fluttering shut due to exhaustion. Yet even as you stared at Rindou with those tired eyes, he held his cock glazed with both of your fluids right in front of your face in expectancy. The tip was red and super sensitive after hitting your cervix countless times while he fucked your brains out.

“Don’t tap out on me, angel,” he mumbled. Mustering up all your leftover strength, you sat up and licked on the reddish tip, earning a pleased groan. His hand reached forward to brush away the strands of hair from your face then carded his fingers through them. “Good girl. Always remember this, okay? Good kittens should clean up after playing. Good kittens shouldn’t make a mess.”

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Modern Vampire AU for Slimeriana.

Let’s say vampires are hunted down in the modern world, so they have to disguise themselves and blend in with humans.

Which seems easy enough. They don’t have any true forms outside growing some fangs, claws and a red tint in their eyes during feedings. Besides, they only need to feed once or twice a week. Sure, they still retain such ancient customs and traits, like feeling sickly during daytime (similar to having vertigo when under the sun for too long), garlic burns them and they stop aging past the time they were turned into a vampire. Otherwise, they’re your standard vampires who has had a long and complicated history with humans. Hence, why vampires have to hide.

Charlie is just a normal civilian, works part time in a convenient store for extra cash. He takes the night shift because he works an office job during the day. On weekends, he mans the cashier, which is a pretty mundane job when you only have to attend to 3-4 customers at night.

Until he meets Mariana.

A brooding lean and tall handsome man who only gets a pack of gum, which Charlie shouldn’t find as a strange feat, he has had teenagers trying to purchase alcohol with fake ID’s before. But this guy… Something about his presence unsettled him and it’s not just because he’s too gorgeous for his own good.

“That’s all?” Charlie asks as he scans the small pack of gum.

The beautiful stranger tilts his head at him with an amused smile. “Why? Do you recommend a different gum?”

Charlie looks away and quickly hands it back to him, unprepared for the response he got. “No, no… I was just making sure.”

The guy only laughed prettily at him before leaving.

It’s a strange enough encounter to linger in his head for at least a few more minutes. But he has an hour left in his shift, so he goes through the rest of his time as normal as possible. All he needs to do is take out the trash to the back and lock up the store.

As he’s struggling with two garbage bags in hand on the backside of the store, he is suddenly slammed against the wall, arms pinned next to his head with an ice cold grip. It hurts like a bitch as he winced, but as he tries to recover, he is suddenly confronted by the same haunting dark eyes from not so long ago.

“Forgive me for this.” is all the warning Charlie gets as he feels the sharp puncture of fangs on his neck.

—

In Mariana’s perspective, things are a little different.

You see, Mariana absolutely hates feeding. Unlike other vampires who indulge in feedings more regularly than what’s necessary, he never liked it. Who could blame him? He was human not so long ago, only turned into a blood sucking creature by an ex-boyfriend who fled from him as soon as his eyes turned crimson and fangs painfully grew into his mouth.

But now, he has to survive on human blood. Only feeding when he absolutely has to.

Until he meets Charlie.

Vampires could identify a certain liking to a human’s scent. And the cute guy behind the cashier just so happens to smell enticing for Mariana. It’s a shame that Mariana vowed to only feed once on every person he targets, if he wasn’t so famished, he would be his type.

For some reason, this guy’s scent is so much stronger, so much better that Mariana could feel his own blood rush with excitement.

“That’s all?” The cashier almost sounded disappointed.

Mariana finds it endearing, he doesn’t even like gum. He just needed an excuse to confirm his target, his mouth waters at his unmarked neck. He has to keep talking to stop himself from reaching over. He can’t risk it.

“Why? Do you recommend a different gum?”

Mariana stifled a groan as his eyes caught the way blood rushed to the cashier’s cheeks. How tempting.

“No, no… I was just making sure.”

At that, Mariana leaves quickly, stalking into the night to wait for the perfect opportunity.

Maybe he just needs to feed on this guy and this intense feeling would go away. He was only hungry, he skipped a week. That’s it.

When he does get the opportunity, the human’s scent threatens to overwhelm him as he pins him against the wall.

Whatever it is. Mariana just has to inject some poison in him, make him forget this ever happened and then drink just enough blood that would only make the cashier lightheaded and they never have to meet again.

“Forgive me for this.” Mariana bites onto his neck, releasing some poison that turns the man’s struggling into being pliant in his arms.

Mariana hurriedly began feeding but something shifted as soon as he did.

Somehow, the taste of this guy’s blood is unlike any other Mariana has ever had. Something about it makes him crave more, want more. He grips him tighter, continues feeding, moaning and eyes rolling back. It’s the purest pleasure in blood form.

Mariana can’t get enough and the human is just as responsive.

But Mariana gets a grip from reality before he ends up ruining the guy. He pulls back with a satisfied sigh, the high from his feeding slowly disappearing as he guiltily carried the unconscious man back inside and leaves him there.

Unbeknownst to Mariana, he just found his blood soulmate. And try as he might to stay away, but he only keeps coming back for more.

Charlie, on the other hand, wakes up with no memory of what happened. He thought he had only passed out from exhaustion.

But with how he wakes up tired lightheaded sometimes and the guy keeps returning to the store with the strangest purchases and the same beautiful smile, Charlie suspects that he’s a vampire’s who has been feeding on him.

And Charlie is not going down without a fight, he will catch him.

It’s with a wooden spike plunged on his shoulder did Charlie got his answers.

Yes, Mariana’s been feeding on him. Yes, he only takes enough and what? Charlie is told that they’re blood soulmates. That it’s a strong bond between a human and a vampire.

That Mariana is meant to protect his human with his life and Charlie is meant to provide for his vampire.

That they were meant to be.

And they were fated to fall in love.

#slimeriana #slimecicle #el mariana #qsmp shipping #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp au

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notmaplemable · 1 year

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Crimson Pack 5: Third Crusade

Crimson Pack 4

Jaune: *Browsing through a bookshelf*

Ruby: *Hugs Jaune from behind*

Jaune: *Chuckles* I'm guessing you're in a huggy mood today?

Ruby: Yep.

Jaune: *Pulls Ruby to his side, scratches her ear* Are you having a good time seeing your mom again?

Ruby: Yeah. I kind of wish uncle Qrow was here though.

Jaune: He's the one who taught you all the scythe stuff right?

Ruby: Pretty much.

Jaune: Where do you think he is?

Ruby: No idea. Sometimes he disappears for a few months at a time. He usually comes back drunk and dirty after that.

Jaune: Oh.

Ruby: ...

Jaune: ...You know, Weiss had been pretty nice today. Well, after that toy incident this morning.

Ruby: *Giggles* Yeah.

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dalivanmagritte · 9 months

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Fic rec : jeon wonwoo (wonwoo)

(back to the seventeen list)

link to part.2

spin that record, baby (fav, fluff)

hypnotism (fav, smut, wizard!au, witch!au)

roommies part.1 part.2 part.3 (fav, pervert!au, roommate!au)

pervert neighbour (fav, smut, pervert!au)

the peephole (fav, smut, roommate!au, pervert!au)

desperate (fav, smut, husband!au)

a break x mingyu (fav, smut)

pretend it's someone that came from you (fav, ANGST, comfort, smut, fluff, office!au)

the bore next door (fav, smut, fluff)

getting closer (fav, smut, joker!au, inspector!au)

gam3 bo1 (fav, smut, gamer!au)

the pixie (fav, smut, pixie!au, fairy!au)

worship you (smut)

wonwoo: Neighbors to Lovers (fluff)

46: lingering kiss before a long trip apart (fluff)

that's mine (fluff)

wildflower part.1 part.2 (unfinished, smut, angst, royal!au)

bad aim part.1 part.2 (angst, fluff, highschool!au)

instinct part.1 (unfinished?, fluff, angst, werewolf!au)

a moon without stars (smut, angst, romance)

the trouble with dogs (unfinished?, fluff, hybrid!au)

just relax part.1 (unfinishedd?, fluff, suggestive, therapist!au)

tales from the pack - masterlist - (finished, angst, fluff, smut, werewolf!au)

the shattered camera part.1 (serie finished, 11 parts, fluff, angst, paparazzi!au, celebrity!au)

(getting closer) wonwoo: crimson eyes (serie finished, smut, angst, vampire!au)

the forest (fluff, witch!au)

the copy machine is broken again (smut, fluff, office!au)

shadowhunter (fluff, shadowhunter!au)

under the moonlight (angst, smut, prince!au, witch!au)

sorry? (fluff, angst)

boyfriend!wonwoo (fluff)

mine (smut, fluff, fratboy!au)

insomniac (angst, fluff)

vampire!wonwoo (smut, angst, fluff, vampire!au)

stuck in a rut x werewolf!mingyu (smut, werewolf!au, vampire!au)

fearless part.1 (serie finished, smut, fluff, vampire!au)

sharing is caring but i don't care (smut, fluff, hybrid!au)

drawings (fluff, angst, tattooits!au, florist!au)

library assistant (fluff, librarian!au)

private part.1 part.2 (5some with mingyu, wonwoo, jun & the8)

glow (fluff, suggestive, college!au)

nothing (fluff, angstish, roommates!au)

makout session & getting caught (fluff, suggestive)

bite me (smut, vampire!au)

first time (smut, fluff)

home (fluff, fakerelationship!au)

bookworm (fluff, jock!au, highschool!au)

letter to you (fluff, bf!au)

fallen x jeonghan (smut)

like the movies (smut, fluff)

masseur seungcheol vs masseur wonwoo (smut, suggestive, masseur!au)

until it feels like you're in heaven (smut)

until i met you (smut, fratboy!au)

heartstring part.1 part.2 (fluff)

love me tender...or maybe not: happily ever after (fluff, smut)

amour-haine & co (ongoing serie, fluff, smut, angst, CEO!au)

begging (smut)

class project x mingyu (smut, fratboy!au, uni!au)

alter-ego (smut)

red lights (smut, incubus!au)

getting closer part.1 part.2 part.3 x mingyu (unfinished, smut, roommate!au)

besties x mingyu (smut, college!au)

in the pants (smut)

sexy voice (smut)

momentum part.1 part.2 part.3 (serie finished, smut, angstish, fluff, racer!au, engineer!au)

personal trainer (smut, personal trainer!au)

titties lover (smut, fluff)

gym instructor (smut, gyminstructor!au)

please stay (angst, fluff)

one word at a time (fluff, dad!au)

nostalgia dinner (fluff, suggestive)

off limits! (smut, brother bff!au)

i'll just get off all by myself (smut)

cat got your tongue? (smut)

roommates with benefits (smut, fluff, angstish, roommate!au, college!au)

warm encounter part.1 part.2 (smut, gamer!au)

just ask (smut)

by the moon (fluff, angst, suggestive, werewolf!au, witch!au)

feelings (fluff)

favorite (smut, camgirl!au, teacher!au, college!au)

royal advisor (fluff, royal!au, princess!au, royal advisor!au)

to the victor (go the spoils) part.1 (smut, camboy!au)

when you gave me my name (smut, fluff, angst, fae!au)

fallen angel (smut, angel!au, demon!au, fallenangel!au)

until my lips turn blue (smut, angst, mafia!au)

first time crying during sex (smut)

for worse or better (fluff, suggestive)

mailman (fluff, mailman!au)

Licentious (smut, babysitter!au)

takes his anger on you (smut)

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brandileigh2003 · 9 months

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Fic recs: (this is not exhaustive and I know I'm missing some that I loved)

All are wolfstar (mix of jily and jegulus) Complete unless marked. Check tags, some are dark or sad.

*My absolute favorite: Crimson rivers by bizarrestars aka zeppazariel - angsty hunger games au. Best remus and Sirius characterizations. Wolfstar is top notch. The friendships and black brother dynamics are all 💯

Hogwarts/magical

-The Standard Book Of Spells Series by imparfait connected fics and 1 shots, still wip: wolfstar is so in love, I want to melt multiple pov. no voldy.

-Would That I by third_crow (wip currently updating) soulmates, canon divergent, no voldy, autistic remus

-snakes and lions by her_smile_forges_galaxies (read tags though! Slytherin remus, platonic soulmate remus & regulus turns death eaters, angst with happy ending)

--Evolution is spelt with an R by de_sire: Remus never went to Hogwarts, saves Sirius and Sirius gets involved with pack by being healer

-just lovers by bizarrestars/Zeppazariel divergent fic, fake dating (wolfstar isn't main but they're heavily featured)

Au/modern/non-magical

-like real people do by third_crow (disability coffee shop)

–wolf's heart by mizdiz- heartbreaking. Meet in bookshop, Remus has heart problems, they fall in love, Remus tries to push him away to save pain of watching him die but Sirius won't let him.

– best friends brother bizarrestars/zeppazariel: has it all, jegulus as well, moonwater friendship, black brother dynamics

-wading in waist-high water by colgatebluemintygel- bake off fic where sirius is host and Remus is a disaster

– text talk by merliwhirls: great banter and flirting firming a solid connection through text before they meet in person.

-lessen my load by moonymoment (university, so sweet together)

-pb to my j by aqua_myosotis (texting fic, so cute together)

-my only sunshine by loua29xx- remus is sick and asks Sirius to help him die

-Berlin Angel by de_sire: Remus helps him really begin to live, asks the deep questions help him discover who he is. Sirius helps remus open up as well, sees his layers, thinks remus is Sirius' own sun

-Second Generation by MsAlexWP older wolfstar, single parents, getting back together. The sequel is so perfect too! It's a Nice Day for a Wolfstar Wedding

-Living Like We're Renegades by orphan_account deaf/hoh remus and genderfluid cheerleader remus

--Forever Is a State of Mind by orphan_account (raising teddy, deaf remus)

--A Brief History of Dragons by eyra: nuerodivergent remus

Other magical:

–Stealing Harry by copperbadge (wolfstar raising Harry)

–After the fire by Coriaria lie low at lupin's, a dark look at remus' past (check tags)

--good old-fashioned lover boy by all2well (both teachers at Hogwarts)

–that’s the art of getting by by sarewolf Remus raises Harry then Sirius lays low with them

exes, horcruxes, and other reasons to panic by lynxindisguise: divergent from 1st war, picks up 7 yrs later

-canon so far **shifting Lines by dovahtobi (wip currently updating)

-wip or maybe abandoned but good: Of Leaves and Stars (modern magical texting, trans remus and genderfluid sirius)

as well as Of Initials and Postscripts (Hogwarts era, remus is homeschooled and sirius is his penpal) both by irrationalmoony & LadyAmina

-Saccharine by moonymoment (au) Sirius is a ghost in remus' apartment

-An infinite ocean by orphan_account (raising teddy au, he has cf)

Authors in general

third_crow disability rep!

Peachyybabe he is great at portraying disability

Littleoldrachel disability and trans rep

her_smile_forges_galaxies

MsAlexWP

de_sire

moonymoment

MesserMoon

beautywolfstar

xinasvoice

Brigidfaye

Eyra

MollyMaryMarie

Check out my fandom wifey lucigoo

Some of my fandom friends moon_stars, raggedypond, beautywolfstar, and speckinthevoid

Other things I've re-read

-Did You Miss Me? By Fantismal, Krethes long text fic, angst and humor. Check tags

-An Interesting Grasp by TheBiButterfly: remus with tourettes, artist sirius, moonflower friendship, au

-Six Feet Apart by Belle_Lestrange101: pandemic fic, remus is high risk

-taste of honey by biremus: British bake off fic, each other's competition but ofc fall in love

-Let Them Eat Cake by OpeningMyEyes: another baking fic

-This Is the Way the World Ends by YouBlitheringIdiot: sad but beautiful MCD

-Choosing You by Cruisinwritealong: one shot, they're cute

-Heat and balance by eyra: beautifully depicted disability/illness fics, au

-from white-hot anticipation to cold-blooded fear and back again by drowsyanddazed: ravenclaw remus unimpressed by prank idea and they get close

-this is erosion by cruelrage: modern magical, texting at Hogwarts, remus homeschooled

-Engaged for 43 years by halfravenhalfclaw: sirius proposes at first sight at 11, follows til the afterlife (divergent)

-Befriending A Ravenclaw by kreestar: slow burn with pining. Remus is ravenclaw prefect

-ten reasons (to go to michigan) by greyeyedmonster18: falling in love au author remus, artist sirius raising Harry with regulus angst+ slow burn

-We’ll Make It Out Alive by wolfstar_addict417: texting fic with angst/fluff and disabled remus (au)

-summer you let your hair grow out: Sirius goes to remus instead of James'

-Boys Will Be Bugs by the_Infamous_Jack: Hogwarts era with trans remus

-sweater weather by lumosinlove: hockey fic they're so cute

-Highland Fling by picascribit: summer disability strangers to lovers (au)

-Dear Your Holiness by MollyMaryMarie check tags but some of the quotes still stick with me.

- Heavy In Your Arms by MollyMaryMarie: slytherin Sirius as padfoot finds injured ravenclaw remus and takes care of him

-everything's connected by mizdiz- magical realism, boarding school. Witty banter, alternating sarcastic and socially withdrawn/awkward remus and larger than life Sirius.

-we can be heroes series by YouBlitheringIdiot school years through the war. Divergent ending

-the sea is a good place to think of the future by peachyybabe first in series is happy/open ending. Love them reconnecting and how disability is written. Check tags. 2nd in series has mcd. But it's oh so good, broke my heart.

-As It Was by peachyybabe mix of fluff, angst and hurt/comfort

-Honey If I'm Not by BrigidFaye: divergent post war where remus left, jily lived, and wolfstar only reconnects years later by chance. (Also has a Sirius pov)

-casting moonshadows by moonsign Hogwarts era. Wip abandoned

-Of Memories and Milk Thievery by moonymoment older wolfstar, raising teddy, get back together

-Let's Play Pretend by MsAlexWP fake dating, single parents, remus and teddy are wonderful disasters

-The Horcrux Hunt by Keysie 1st war divergent main focus remus and Regulus friendship and working together. Funny and angsty.

- it's a new dawn by ilbaritz: Remus never went to Hogwarts and met everyone after school. Trans remus

Ofc feel free to check out mine:

Silence Between Us by brandileigh2003 a soft wolfstar falling in love, features Sirius dealing with anxiety, and remus who is deaf and has an adorable service dog.

I've made a themed list of trans remus fics too if you want to check out

#wolfstar #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #jegulus #jily #fanfic #favorites #faves #recommendations #fanfiction #fic recs

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kitmoas · 2 years

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Darkest Little Paradise

Summary: Wanda will always reward you for good behavior

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Fluffy Smut

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Mommy Kink, Lactation Kink, Cum-Filled Strap-On Use (Wanda receiving), Slight Breeding Kink, Somnophilia, Magic Use, Dark Fic (alludes to kidnapping, dark power use, etc) *Let me know if I missed anything*

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

A/N: hiiiiiiiiiii SO this first chapter is for @maximotts birthday ☺️ for alll the feral smutty Wanda thoughts we share, heres a nice little thought. **also, ignore any mistakes this was edited way too late at night and too early this morning**

This is a dark fic, and the first chapter of a new Dark Mommy!Scarlet Witch AU.

Wretched Dreamscapes AU

The sounds of laughter and pans banging wake you, the soft sun rays peeking through the curtains warm your face as you stretch. The pout that forms on your face is subconscious, knowing you missed out on sleepy morning cuddles. Rubbing at your eyes you try your hardest to wake up as quickly as possible.

Rolling slowly out of bed takes a lot of effort but when you hear the tell-tale sign of little footsteps sprinting up the stairs, and puppy nails tapping against the wood, you can’t help but smile as you wait for them to run into your room.

The heavy wooden door is pushed open and a whirlwind of chaos enters your room, excited screaming and speed running messes up the everything within seconds. Sighing, you roll your eyes teasingly as you teleport out of the room, your tail the last thing seen by the energetic kids as it waves goodbye to them. You land on the counter next to Wanda, who just glares at you for once again landing too close to the stove top.

Shrugging you just settle to watch her magic take over finishing breakfast as she comes to stand between your legs. “Good morning, my love” The witch cups your face gently, smoky tipped fingers wiggling slowly near your temple as faint ruby mist seeps into your mind. She’s leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose when she sees no trace of doubt in the family, gleeful that you are finally coming to terms with your new home even if it’s still being aided by her magic.

You lean in to Wanda, letting your face find its home in her neck. Wiggling as close as possible to her, knowing what comes next makes you pout some. “Morning Mommy.” The sound of the twins running back downstairs is approaching you quickly. “Can you do the thing before they get here?” You feel the crimson mist consume your precious tail, swallowing it whole until it no longer seemingly exists. You know without even looking in a mirror that your skin is no longer tinted blue. Pulling away from the witch the frown that forms on your face is pathetic as you can feel the ghost tail, flicking in agitation.

The dripping ink color disappears from her fingers as the boys come running in, stopping directly in front of you. Holding their ipads and listening to you rattle off the rules once more as Wanda watches with a fond smile. No power usage unless permitted by you, hold hands with each other at all times, buddy system, and no trying to get near any of the animals.

With the boys excitedly dragging you off of the counter, their mom barely has time to wave their breakfast into their bags. After she checks the car for the backpack you packed last night, filled with snacks and emergency items, the four of you are off to the zoo. The puppy finally settles in his bed in the house, sleeping in the rare silence that fills the house.

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Wanda looks worried as she grips your hand tightly, eyes stuck on the boys as they run towards the otter enclosure. She had put them in bright clothing, and told them again they had to hold hands the entire day if they wanted a treat from the gift store. The two of you were trailing behind, carrying all the snacks and drinks in the backpack securely settled on your shoulders. “They are okay Wiggly Woo, I promise. We’ve been practicing all week for this, the boys know how to act.”

You watch as she exhales slowly, trying to cut her anxiety as she watches the twins lean against the glass to stare at the otters swimming. The moment she’s in arms reach of them you can see her relax, settling her hand in Tommy’s hair. Combing through the longer strands she leans down to look through the glass, giggling some as she listens to the excitable boy make up a story about the family.

Billy is tugging at your arm, pointing out one of the baby otters that just slipped out of the water. “Did you know that the fur on those buddies is completely waterproof?” You let the boy drag you around and you answer all the questions he has, giving him any fun facts you can about each and every animal. Looking over to where Tommy and Wanda were standing just a few feet over, you watch with fond eyes as he uses his hands to explain whatever story he has made up about the life of each animal.

It’s almost two in the afternoon when the twins start asking for lunch so you start the trek towards the food court. Tommy is running circles around you, hyping everyone up about all the random things you can eat when there’s just so many options. You had handed the backpack to Wanda when Billy dramatically stated that he was so hungry that he couldn’t walk anymore, so he was happily on your back pointing out things now that he was taller.

The mini telepath yelps loudly but it’s just a little too late as he watches his twin run directly into an older man. You watch as Wanda’s eyes flash red, subtle black steam falling from her fingers as she loses control momentarily. She’s tugging Tommy into her side, an arm outstretched in front of him. Making sure Billy is secure on your back, you step in front of the other two looking the angry man directly in the eyes. Every time he tries to look around you, you move into his eyesight. “Sir, he’s just a kid. It’s the zoo, you should be aware of tiny humans running around.” Something in you yells at you to be ready, a gut feeling. Sliding the boy off your back you stand directly in front of the three Maximoffs, hands stiff and at your side as you glare at the man.”Don’t do anything stupid.”

Before you can even finish the sentence the guy is thrusting an orange glowing dagger at you, but you just smile letting him try to stab you as you absorb the psionic energy. The orange glow travels through your body causing your eyes to flash a bright purple momentarily before you quirk an eyebrow at him. “Now, you can try that again and I’ll have to embarrass you in front of everyone at this lovely zoo. That sounds fun to me but I also don’t want to have to ruin some kids’ days so how about you turn around and get over the fact that a little kid ran into you. Learn to control your powers and your anger, you’re an adult.” Your tone is mocking as you reprimand this stranger for being so immature, and it’s as simple as that as he suddenly turns and stomps away.

Wanda and the boys are attaching themselves to you immediately, making sure you’re okay and thanking you but you just smile and urge them to continue the walk to the food court. After getting trays of food the boys are immersed in some television show as they eat giving their mother a moment to lean closer to you. “You did amazing and you really showed the boys control.” Your smile is radiating as you wiggle some in your seat, the praise warming your body.

The rest of the day Wanda doesn’t let the boys out of arms length, holding both of their hands as you walk just a step behind them. You know they had an amazing time, spoiling them by buying them whatever they want from the gift store. The ginger offers to drive home and the boys plead for you to sit in the back with them. It’s only twenty minutes into the drive home when the witch looks back, even with the television blaring the three of you are passed out.

She chuckles but her mind drifts back to the man that attacked you. Her perfect world and someone has already tried to hurt them, and with powers nonetheless. Gnawing at her lip she allows her astral form to manifest in the passenger seat, the Scarlet Witch searching the Darkhold as she finishes the drive home. Wanda would find a way to get rid of all threats, even those that didn’t know who her family was.

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Half asleep laying out on the bed is where Wanda finds you after putting the boys to sleep, a gentle smile spreads across her face as she crawls over to you. You’re wearing nothing but an oversized tank top. She settles herself on top of you, rubbing your stomach slowly, as she watches you struggle to open your eyes. “Come on my pet, it’s time to wake up for your reward.”

Blinking against the bright light coming from the few lamps scattered around the room, the weight of the ginger on top of you drags your attention towards her. She’s wearing a thin light gray button up shirt, her breasts are prominently on display with only one button done. She chuckles as your mouth already starts moving, subsciously as your eyes glaze over. Your hands are moving without you realizing, gripping her hips as you try to sit up underneath her.

Her eyes glowing a subtle red as she just smiles mockingly down at you, eyebrows creasing as she shakes her head. “Oh, my dumb little baby thought she would be in charge tonight? Just cause I said reward? That’s so cute, your stupid brain wouldn’t even know where to begin without Mommy showing you the way. You don’t have to act all big and bad around me, little one.” Your hands are forced down onto the bed, entirely too gentle magic trapping them there.

The room flashes bright red, as a hex travels quickly throughout the house, her black tipped fingers and your tail finally being freed after a long day of being suppressed. Your blue hued skin reappearing slowly causing a loving smile to form on her face. The entire house is covered in an ominous scarlet haze but it just makes you feel safe, and she’s mumbling that she doesn’t want any interruptions.

Forcing two of her raven tinted digits into your mouth, past your teeth and slightly down your throat, Wanda sneers down at you. A low chuckle falls from her lips when you immediately start sucking, jaw working to take as much of her fingers as possible. Her free hand cups your face, tapping slowly against your temple as small wisps of magic leaks into your mind. “That’s my good girl, no need to fight anymore. I got you, Mommy’s got you.” She watches with a delighted smile as your eyes start to glaze over.

She lets her favorite strap magically appear around your hips, biting her lip in anticipation. You don’t even flinch, too hyper focused on the task at hand. “My brainless little princess , do you want to make Mommy happy? Make her feel super good?”

You’re nodding quickly, almost too aggressively that you make her fingers slip out of your mouth. Whining you try to follow her hand as Wanda wipes the trail of drool on your chest, your tail whips out trying to grab onto her wrist but with a lazy wave of her fingers it’s pushed into the comforter. “Nuh uh, that pretty little tail will be used later.”

Watching you lean up on your elbows as the Scarlet witch starts sinking down on the strap. The magic holding you down makes you whine, knowing that if you try to move without permission it’ll end your reward before it can truly start. The breathy moan that tumbles from her lips makes your hips jerk, causing the ginger to sink the rest of the way down the strap. She’s tugging you up the rest of the way, gasping as you move around so you’re stable beneath her. You let your hands wrap around her waist, pulling her closer.

The way her body moved on top of you was mesmerizing, her breasts threatening to fall out of her flimsy shirt at any moment. You tried your best to keep up with her, snapping your hips up as much as possible and trying to guide her hips. Try as you might your efforts were futile and only made the witch laugh at you, one hand tangling in your hair while the other grips your shoulder tightly. “Is my dumb little fucktoy too stupid to fuck her Mommy properly? Can’t think about anything when her cock is inside me?” The more she moves the louder the sounds of her wet pussy gets, filling the room and your senses. A whine tears through your teeth as your brain struggles to keep up.

Wanda unbuttons the solo button keeping her shirt together, and smiles as your jaw goes slack. Slowing her hips so that she’s just grinding down on you, she guides your head to her breast. Your mouth is already moving, licking lightly at the already hardened nipple. The witch flinches slightly when your sharp teeth scratch at the sensitive skin there. Threading her fingers in your messy hair the ginger grips lightly as she feels you start sucking, biting her lip when she feels the beginning of the warm tingly sensation that she’s come to love. When she first started the quest to find a universe where she could have her boys she wanted as much time as possible with them, so she thought she would need to be able to nurse them ergo the spell she now uses to calm you even on your most petulant days.

Your whole body is moving now, trying to stay attached as Wanda starts moving on top of you again. Getting to please your Mommy was amazing and it set a low blaze of arousal through your system but it’s the feeling of her sweet milk filling your stomach that makes you drip onto the sheets. The more she moves the more milk flows into your mouth and it sadly starts dripping down your chin, a pathetic whimper muffles against her breast.

She lets go of your hair, letting her fingers fall to her own clit as she rubs tight circles on the hardened bud. Slowing back down as she rolls her eyes at you, “Such a messy little slut, wasting all of my milk like an ungrateful brat.” Your tail slides up your body, wrapping around her thigh before pushing her own hand away from herself. The triangular tip practically vibrating on her clit makes her moan appreciatively as she urges you to the other breast.

The coil in Wanda’s stomach is tightening but she can tell you’re starting to get sleepy, your mouth struggling to keep up with the flow from her breast. She cups your jaw, and your sleepy unfocused eyes look up at her through your lashes and it’s the fog that fills your usually clear bright gaze that just almost pushes her over the edge. Hips bucking wildly on top of you makes you lose connection to her breast and a desperate whine as you desperately try to get it back, but she slams you back onto your back. The witch selfishly rides your cock as she chases her orgasm. “Lay still and let Mommy use you.” Her usual belittling is less scary, even as her eyes flash crimson, when her voice trails off in broken moans and grunts.

In her haste to reach her own high Wanda forgets about your tail. It struggles out from under you before it wraps around the witch, using it to force her to bounce harder on your strap.

“Do you want to cum in Mommy? Fill her cunt like you own it?” Her voice is strained as she holds off her orgasm as long as possible.The moment your hips are bucking under hers, sloppy and uncontrollable, she stumbles over the edge. The chants of please falling from your lips like a prayer as your strap shoots cum into Wanda, your arousal peaking realizing that your witch used your cum-no matter how fake- to get off. As she rides out her high the magic holding you down lightens until you can shakily sit back up.

You can tell your close, even though she hasn’t touched you once, the damp spot beneath you is a clear giveaway. Her hands are shaky as she reaches out to your face, thumb smoothing over the frustrated pout she finds there. Leading you back to her breasts, now littered with dribbles of white, she lets you lap them up before urging you to take her leaking bud back into your mouth. Letting the gentle tugging pull a relaxed sigh from her lips, Wanda lets herself bask in the gradual pleasure build as crimson tendrils leak down your body.

Her magic fills you easily, stretching you immediately and dragging a whine from your throat. She knows you’re close, the feeling of your thighs shaking below her is encouraging. The red fog filling you can feel how tight you are, vibrating against your neglected clit as it spills out of you.

Wanda starts moving slowly on top of you again, the sleepy suckling causing the heat in her stomach to be too much. She can feel you start slipping from your breast so she wraps her arm around your shoulders, pressing you back to the bud. “Come on little one, Mommy knows you want to be a good girl and drink all her milk.” A sleepy mumble leaves your lips, vibrating around her sensitive nipple, as you blink heavily up at her. “I know detka, but you have to cum for me at least once. You were so good today, keeping us all safe and protected. You can give Mommy just one to me before you fall asleep.” Her sweet tone sends a shiver down your spine and makes you clench around the growing magic instead of you, pushing you to dangle over the edge.

Your tail is flicking erratically, whistling as it cuts through the air. Muffled moans send tremors of arousal through the ginger’s body as you struggle to keep your eyes open as you're being dragged over the edge. “That’s right Malyshka, Mommy’s got you.” The taut coil in your stomach cracks, shattering and breaking almost gently as Wanda’s magic spreads through your body. Her eyes are glowing a soft ruby, watching as her magic streams from your pores and your sleepy body struggles to manipulate it. A smirk spreads across her face as she watches your tail spasms, the only true indication of you riding out your high in your sleepy state.

She lets you slowly lay back down, aided by her magic, as she grinds down with more purpose. The surge of power she holds over you pushes her towards her second orgasm. Your mumbling out thank yous, and your adoration of Wanda, as you let the darkness of sleep take you. The spark of pride and arrogance only makes the witch gush around the strap still attached to your hips.

Watching your chest rise and fall slowly as the remainder of her magic flowing out of you, unused, strokes Wanda’s ego just right. Her movements above you are getting more aggressive as she loses herself in her selfish race towards her orgasm, the leftover magic in you keeping you asleep as her moans get louder. Your eyebrows crease, eyes fluttering about as you dream, and the complete trust you put in her even as her chaos poisons you makes the witch fall over the edge.

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Caught in the Rain

Male Lead: Ghosk Female Lead: Rabbit Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/Yandere Space Marines Canon Status: 100% canon

Note: I 100% listened to a rainy day playlist which is hilarious given its 40k and there is a Night Lord involved

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My legs burned as well as my lungs. The rain was so loud in my ears as I couldn't run any further and I had to stop as the cold drops of water slammed into my skin and my soaked clothing. I couldn't hear the fighting anymore... not for a long while but that didn't mean I wasn't just a quick jog away from a bunch of space marines. I move on unsteady legs to some shade. Ghosk was fairly personable... in the sense he joined warbands and had literally one rule... for me to not be touched by anyone else. Yet I don't know what it was about me that made someone, not always but, want to mess with me and therefor mess with Ghosk.

It always dissolved into Ghosk getting angry and then eventually they have to move on because not many appreciate a Night Lords creativity for murder of another Space Marine. I didn't understand why they would think he wouldn't retaliate... he was petty and spiteful and very much protective of what was his. I lean against the tree shaking from the cold drops as the tree was hardly protecting me. "Fucking manicured tree." I say softly just smiling as I know that is something Ghosk would complain about.

The sound of rain changed as I looked up seeing a large wing covering the sky right above me and I looked over my shoulder at, "Ghosk. You made it." I say breathlessly as I limp over to him and stand on the tips of my toes to hug him. The rain cleaning off any gore left on him... the consistent tapping against his armor and the soft hiss of it hitting the cooling pack on his back.

"Are you alright?" He says having pulled off his helmet and I wince for him.

A nasty bruise is a dark purple thing that eats up half of his face. Crimson blood that is nearly black runs out of his hastily fixed nose and from between his teeth but the rain quickly dampens his sweat laced hair and washes away the blood. He just grins as my eyes look over him.

"I feel like I should be asking that." I say softly as he throws his head back laughing, the skulls on his hip and armor clinking softly against their bindings and his armor.

"You're a funny little rabbit." He says wrapping me up in his wing. It was like I was sitting in one of those hanging chairs... except this chair was made of flesh as the inside skin was dry and warm. I couldn't help but shiver against him. "You're so cold..." He said with what I assumed was concern as I could feel the way his other wing cupped around me as well.

I sniffled loudly which didn't seem to help my case, "I'll be fine."

"Bullshit." He just replies with a huff as he starts to move me closer to his chest.

"Isn't this hurting your wings?" I ask looking up at him as how he has me against his chest he can look down at me and I can look up at him without rain coming in.

"No." He says with mock offense at my questioning of his strength and pain tolerance. "Hardly weigh a thing. Maybe if you weren't such a leggy thing and put on some weight." He teases as I snort as I can feel how the 'fingers' of the wings move against me as if petting me slightly.

"Maybe you should drop me off someplace so you'll stop getting kicked out of warbands." I say as I can see him open the cocoon of flesh he's trapped me in to give me a look of a quirked eyebrow and his typical smirk.

"And deprive myself of your company? Not a chance. You're worth the annoyances... you're worth the bullshit... you're worth it. " He says so casually as I turn away hiding the blush on my face. I hear his chuckle, "Did I say something wrong?" Clearly knowing what he said.

"You're an ass."

"An honest ass... but yes I'm very much an ass."

"Why do you do it Ghosk?" I roll back over to look at him as he just looks down at me with his typical smile. "I don't think I'm worth you getting kicked out of warbands for."

"Well good thing I'm not asking you. " He says chuckling, "You're my rabbit and I'm going to take care of you." He says softly nearly being drowned out by the noise of the rain.

I let my eyes close for but a moment to listen to the rain against broken pavement... the way his steps make their sounds... the sounds of his armor... I open my eyes up to the pop of wood burning and the sound of rolling thunder.

"There's my sleeping beauty. Thought I would have to give you that kiss to wake you up soon."

I laugh softly as I sit up... "Ghosk where's my clothes."

"Drying. Also here is your bag you left behind. So you can get dressed. Not like I haven't seen you naked before." He says shrugging as he puts a warmed up ration into my lap. The skeleton of a store is where he decided to hide us in... as he made a nest of pillows and blankets for me as there is a small pile of damp towels nearby.

The flash of lightning gets him to jump up over to me as it sounds, smells, and feels like it strikes oh so very close by. "Know what."

"What." He drawls out slowly relaxing.

"I think I'm okay just being here... " I say wrapped up in a haphazardly made nest with food in my belly... and well Ghosk wasn't exactly terrible company.

"I think I can agree with you on that." He smiles sitting nearby and resting one of his wings over me to just be touching me? I don't really know but with the warm meal in my stomach my eyes look out at the rain rushing down outside.

My hands slowly move over his wings moving between the membrane to the 'fingers' but soon I just move my fingers over the claw just absentmindedly playing with it. I don't realize how I just drift off in his hold... I don't feel the way he picks me up and just holds me close for a small bit before tucking me back into the nest. And once the rain passes we return to how it always has been... Ghosk and I meandering through life and death together.

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - LIII

Celestia had a cruel sense of humor. He knew this, even before his days as a student. But to be given a soulmate? Now, when he openly blasphemed against the cursed island in the sky? He would outlive you and the dreadful fated bond that haunted your shared dreams. There was little point in this. He could at least put a Vision to good use. People were nothing but disappointments. He had no use for you. Until you pulled the bow across your instrument and awoke a part of him long buried by self-hatred and arrogance. Soulmate AU; Il Dottore/Female reader w/ established personality and backstory. Slow burn. Lore and world speculation and interpretation within; follows canon story where possible. Fic is rated explicit; MDNI. Mind the tags. Chapter on AO3 here.

With your first draft finished in its entirety, you delved into edits and adjustments as rehearsals picked up. At times, you wished you had the talent for brass instruments and percussion if only to spare the sections from the agony of enduring minute changes that stemmed from a small voice of uncertainty. It was not the way it should have been done (especially with such a tight schedule) but there was little choice.

The Tsaritsa offered up a challenge and you could not back out now.

Doubly so when, one day, a box arrived with your name on it with fabric samples and an appointment card with the Archon’s own seamstress.

Thankfully, the fitting and sketching was already behind you and you only needed to manage a final session. You couldn’t afford the distractions.

Even if it was shaping up to be a perfect dress.

The offer for assistance from the Tsaritsa went well beyond your outfit. You returned to your rooms before dinner one day to find a handmaiden and a private guard being interrogated by Zandik; behind them, several open velvet boxes with jewels and precious metals spilling out across your coffee table. Said boxes were packed up before you could even put your things down.

Zandik knew your question, in the way one knew how their lover took their tea. There laid the fulcrum that balanced you ever since you awoke: you were synced, whether you were cognizant of it or not.

“Her generosity is kind but it is not her place to decide what jewels you wear. I will not have you weighed down by additional…expectations,” he said when you settled in.

You nodded, appreciative of his lack of further explanation; you would have done the same, been protective of his time and energy.

It was one thing for the Tsaritsa to help with your dress when you had never been to an event of this scale before (and certainly never in such a capacity, attending alongside a high-ranking official and composing the opening music). While accessories might fall under the purview of your evening attire, they came at a cost that only raised the stakes. And you already had enough to lose.

“What, would she ask for our first-born child if I accepted that collar of aquamarines, Zandik?” you teased as you leafed through recent correspondence.

When you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, mask absent, you couldn’t help but smile at the pink that tinted his ears. He had been in the middle of removing his own mask and his crimson eyes lingered on your form, brow twitching.

Between your own career and Zandik’s position, both as a diplomat and the one responsible for finding a means to unite the Descender remains to confront Celestia, it was difficult to ascertain anything past the notion of surviving whatever fallout would occur.

And while one could account for possibilities, Zandik often said, one must be prepared for the most logical ones.

“She might. Or she might ask for you if she were dissatisfied in the progress with Celestia.”

His eyes locked on yours and the pink only grew worse. It reached his cheeks before he grimaced slightly, tugging at his cravat as he walked away towards the bedroom. He paused as if contemplating, and then looked over his shoulder, expression softer.

“Either one I would prefer to never experience. Best to return all unexpected packages until further notice.”

The future wasn’t something you often joked about, really discussed outside of immediate goals. Some days it never felt quite within reach, amorphous and haunting, trailing behind you like a shadow at sunset. Other moments, like now, it was tangible, found in carefully written notes and shared glances and laughs.

Accessible only in this room, this little bubble of your own making.

If there was a sole benefit to visiting Northland Bank to meet with Lord Pantalone, rather than at the Palace, it was that the building was on the way to rehearsals.

You waited in the private guest area, tea untouched and cloak falling around you like a protective shroud. Despite your guard, you had little reason to trust anything served to you in the Regrator’s domain ever since your last encounter. Not to mention, you weren’t thirsty and would find better tea waiting for you at the performance hall, brewed under supervision.

The pair of double doors opened, a black hand hovering on the knob as its owner turned back to speak. All you caught was mention of someone being unable to join for the foreseeable future, the voice distinctly feminine and with a familiar Fontainian lilt.

You angled your head slightly to get a better glimpse. Black and white hair, arranged over her face like the wings of a bird, white tailcoat with a shining red brooch. Eyes that, instead of pupils, were marked by red eyes met yours.

The one who came and pulled Columbina away, so long ago. Your stomach sank. The last thing she ever said to you rang in your ears as you bowed and received the gesture in return.

Something you were still getting used to and you doubt you ever would entirely.

“How good to see you again, maestra. I often hear you but never see you. Surely our Doctor is not attempting to keep you from the world?”

“No, my lord; if anything, he ensures I see more of it,” you extended a hand out of the confines of your cloak, palm up, as you gestured to her presence as a case-in-point. “Congratulations on your success.”

“It doesn’t come close to that of your companion’s but at least I didn’t need two of me to accomplish it.”

The words felt like fine sandpaper across your skin; only abrasive in their smaller details. Such sentiments were not unfamiliar, both in your new home and from your previous experiences.

“There were two Gnoses. His approach simply allowed him to go after both.”

“And yet an argument has been made from several parties that your presence is the true success. It isn’t every day the Doctor leaves and returns with company that is essentially equal to him, shares his quarters, has audiences with Her Majesty.”

You trained your eyes on the Knave. She knew, all those months ago, that you were far more skilled with another instrument. It did not take a carefully discerning ear to notice it, granted, but the thought teased your brain more often than you wished it did.

Soon enough, the truth would spill out anyway just by sheer proximity and educated guesses.

“And what side do you usually take, my lord?” you replied, tilting your head with a small smile.

“That it’s about time the deranged scientist pulled himself out of his lab every once in a while,” Arlecchino replied, lips quirked as she pressed a sharp nail to her lips.

The door behind her opened and before the topic could continue, the Knave crossed her arms, hands cradling her elbows. Pantalone loomed behind her, golden eyes narrowed behind his glasses.

“I would be honored if you would join me for tea next week, if you’re available, maestra,” Arlecchino said. “While many parts of Snezhnayan culture and social structure are similar enough, I’m sure you feel the sense of…isolation that comes with the adjustment. One fellow Fontainian to another. And I would be remiss if you were not filled in on other details regarding the events that transpired during my visit.”

She turned her head over her shoulder and regarded the other Harbinger. “Regrator.”

“The steps outside are slippery. Do be careful, Arlecchino.”

The honeyed tone did nothing to diffuse the moment and you kept your expression neutral. From what you recalled, Arlecchino was the one of higher rank and therefore held the most authority. But by attempting to extend an olive branch, or the appearance of one, to get the final word, Pantalone attempted to usurp even the subtle social differences.

Pantalone’s eyes closed when he turned his head back to you and received that sickeningly sweet smile. All you were here for was to provide an update on your progress. Not everything could be summarized easily within a written report and Pantalone did prefer a hands-on approach to his event planning.

“Do come in, maestra. I doubt this will take long.”

Over the next couple of weeks, you continued to refine each section’s part during lessons, smoothing out player mistakes with the finished composition. You were learning how it sounded piece by piece, understanding how each fit within the whole during a weekly group practice.

Some days, you preferred to think your perspective and experience being in the chairs helped, that it lent itself to an understanding between all of you. It got you through the moments of frustration, of nerves snapping, of personal sentiments laid bare. An inevitability. Working so closely with this many people, no one was alike.

A rare few were more than happy to tell you off and walk away. You let them. They always came back and occasionally were willing to talk afterwards. You heard of stories of the House of the Hearth, parents with sharp tongues and deep pockets, twisted versions of the Heavenly Principle that made your blood curdle. Fontaine had been terrible but there was a purposeful cruelty to what they recounted.

Passion and skill made for good performances but did not mean a willing presence.

More than once, you caught spines straightening at Pantalone’s unexpected presence every so often. For a Harbinger of the lowest rank you ever interacted with, he seemed to carry fear itself in his walking stick.

It was a balance, one you weren’t sure if you liked, but one you knew how to navigate.

Columbina was the only other Harbinger to occasionally come by or accompany you in a capacity that was not meant to terrify (or so she claimed). She would dance in the center aisle by herself while you conducted, her hair trailing behind her and her limbs moving in ways that made you recall the most avant garde dance instructors in Fontaine. You didn’t see it as a distraction; in fact, it made for good practice for those who were strictly used to stage performance, where they did not have a moving environment.

Today was one of those frustrating days. You could see it on everyone’s faces, in the way some stretched their fingers and rolled their necks.

The Third was, instead of in the aisle, hovering near you towards the front of the stage. You were briefly aware of her shuffling papers around at the table you used for your things. She was generally unable to sit still, like a bird next to an open window, or a loose piece of paper waiting to be caught by the wind. As you started the movement and gestured for the first note and then the second, the movements for the time signature so ingrained in you that you no doubt did them in your sleep, you listened for the progression of instruments, the depth and fullness growing with every bar.

The brass kept the rhythm more than the percussion, the woodwinds were light and lilting. You swore you were hearing an echo of a harmony, timed perfectly. But you hadn’t written one, not there.

Where was that strange sound coming from? It sounded like it was coming from your left…

Thankful for the wide peripheral vision, you glanced at Columbina to find her mouth open, chest rising sharply as she inhaled. She was perfectly on key, weaving her notes in-between the bouncing one-two-three as if she herself was dancing. You continued conducting, listening for any inconsistencies, only to find everyone remained on beat and on key, undeterred by the addition. A rich melancholy filled the air and when you finally closed out the last bar, the silence hung, a welcome companion.

There had been something missing, hadn’t there? You’d written most of the waltz in a minor key, befitting of a land that always seemed to feel a little off in its love or lackthereof. But parts of it felt hollow, incomplete.

You hadn’t noticed until Columbina joined in and you were thankful for her presence. It only made sense to have a few vocals. A unique, unsettling sound, reflective of the Tsaritsa’s Will…

A smile crept over your lips as you rolled the conducting baton between your fingers.

“Could you do that again, Damselette? Center stage and a little more vibrato this time?”

She didn’t move immediately, throwing you an enigmatic twitch of the mouth.

“With pleasure.”

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Power Play // Chapter Three // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU

Tropes and tags: RPF:AU hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, multiple POV.

Content Warning: angsty romance, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, smutty, aggressive hockey players, PinV, MF relationship, possessive male, protective male.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

The crowd is fired up as I squeeze between Dad and Jack on the home team's bench. The massive arena throbs with energy, flashing lights dancing across the packed stands and smooth ice. Blaring music competes with the deafening cheers of fans who arrived early just to watch warmups. On the Jumbotron above center ice, bone-crushing hits and highlight-reel goals from last season pump up the crowd. I bundle up in my cozy black fleece jacket, the team logo proudly displayed across my chest. My dad and Jack wear matching jackets and hats, pulled low to fight off the chill. I let my hair fall loose around my shoulders - an extra layer of warmth for my ears.

The arena plunges into darkness as the jumbotron fades to black. The crowd hushes in anticipation before a crimson glow washes over us. Bold letters flash across the screen: "Welcome the Rooks!" Our boys in black glide onto the ice - jerseys fluttering, skates carving arcs through the chill air. Moments later, a blur of gold and silver enters from the opposite end - the opponents have arrived.

The crowd roars as the Rooks and Pirates take to the ice. Fans decked out in black and red are on their feet. Across the rink, a sea of silver and honey gold erupts for the rival Pirates. The deafening cheers make the arena shake as the teams complete their warm-up laps.

Our players zip across the ice, passing pucks in a frenzied warm-up. They swing by the home bench, exchanging fist bumps with Coach on each lap. Sanders zooms over and bumps gloves with my dad, then swoops around to me. He flashes a playful grin, head tilted, and I can't help but smile back as our gloves meet with a thud. Then he's off again, swallowed by the sea of players circling the rink.

McClain, the towering goalie, glides around the net, his massive frame armored in pads as he gathers up pucks. Pierce and Dominick hit the ice, dropping into deep lunges to stretch out their legs before the game. The rink echoes with the sounds of pucks clacking off sticks and skates carving the fresh sheet of ice.

My eyes scan the team, catching Sebastian immediately. He skates effortless circles around the guys, poking their shins with his stick and shimmying his shoulders to get them loose. One by one, his energy infects them all until the entire squad is smiling and gliding around the ice, ready for a great game.

As I look out across the ice, a sea of adoring fans presses up against the glass, eager for a chance to get close to their heroes. McClain, ever the showman, casually skates over and bumps fists with a starstruck youngster, posing for a picture with the kid's beaming mom. Not one to be upstaged, Sanchez whips the crowd into a frenzy, waving his stick like a maestro conducting a symphony of cheers. The arena erupts into a thunderous chant as the fans, decked out in their red and black jerseys, stand as one to worship their idols.

Sebastian and Karlsson slice through center ice like greased lightning, buzzing the Pirates with some cheeky close calls before zipping away again. The defensemen swoop back around, circling like hungry sharks eager for the kill.Sebastian's grin says it all - he came to fight. To win.

I'm transfixed, leaning forward, trying to anticipate their next move. Jack notices me watching and flashes a grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He goes back to scribbling plays, unperturbed. The easy confidence of it makes me smile too, even as Sebastian and Karlsson continue their dangerous dance, ready to strike.

“Those two are certainly a pair of daredevils, aren't they? Always pushing the limits and getting their thrills. I gotta admit, their bold style is impressive, even if it makes me a bit nervous. They really know how to walk that fine line between crazy and genius!”

With a few slick practice shots, McClain glides out of the net and Sanders swoops in to take his place. The boys fire off some blistering slapshots, testing Sanders' reflexes. Ruffilo starts showboating, swirling the puck in dizzying circles with his stick, playing a little game of keep-away from Karlsson. Sebastian cruises by the bench, bumping fists with dad and Jack as he passes. He drifts past me, brown eyes sizing me up through his mask's shield.

The warmups end and the team hustles off the ice, dad and Jack retreating to the locker room. I'm left sitting alone on the bench, mesmerized as the zamboni glides across the freshly scarred ice, smoothing it over for the game ahead. Jack emerges first, focused intently on the paperwork clutched in his hands, barely noticing me as he takes a seat. Suddenly, the announcer's voice booms through the arena, drawing all eyes upward as he begins introducing the Rooks players one-by-one on the jumbotron.

The crowd roars as Joakim Karlsson takes the ice with a nod to his adoring fans. "Number 18, Jake Sanders!" bellows the announcer. Sanders glides onto the rink, Southern California smile beaming beneath his helmet as he greets the stands. The cheers continue as each player is introduced, building to a fever pitch when the announcer calls, "Number 13, Noah Sebastian!" The arena explodes in shrieks and screams - no doubt from his legions of female fans. The heartthrob glides to center ice, flashing his million dollar grin and eliciting another wave of adulation from the crowd.

The energy in the arena is electric as the opening ceremonies wrap up. The anthem singer belts out a passionate rendition, players scramble back to the bench, jostling past me as I'm wedged tight between their muscular bodies. Sebastian vaults over the boards right in front of me, his rock-hard shoulder slamming me back against the glass. He rips off his helmet, his piercing eyes meeting mine for a split second before he drops down on the bench. I feel my heart race as his raw, aggressive energy radiates through the tight space. This team means business, and I'm caught up in their intense pre-game ritual, pulse pounding with excitement and intimidation.

"Listen up!" barks coach as he strides into the room. All eyes snap to him.

"Sanchez, you've got first line. Sebastian, Karlsson - you're on defense. Willow, Dominick, be ready to sub in."

He scans the bench, gaze hard. "It's time. Bring the heat today and leave it all on the ice. We've got a championship to win. Now let's go out there and crush 'em!"

The team roars, pounding fists and slapping sticks. The starting six spring over the boards, skates carving the fresh ice as they hustle into position. Sanchez glides to the faceoff dot, eyes locked on his rival Hemingway across the red line. Karlsson and Sebastian flex their gloves, sticks poised and shoulders squared, eager for the opening puck drop. The crowd hushes and the tension swells. My pulse thunders in my ears.

This is it.

Noah's POV

My pulse pounds as the puck hits the ice with a crack. Sanchez bodychecks Hemingway, both of their wingmen rushing in. No luck - Hemingway emerges with the puck, barreling towards McClain’s net. I rock back and forth on my skates, poised to strike. Hemingway feints, faking a slide my way instead. I surge forward, stick low, leveling him to the ice as I snatch back the puck. Twirling away from the wingmen, I pass it back to Sanchez with a flick of the wrist. The crowd roars as we regain control, hungering for more bone-crunching hits and lightning-fast plays.

Sanchez charges down the ice like a freight train, barreling towards the Pirates goal. He loses control and is thrown off his skates, the Pirates pounce on the loose puck and race toward our zone, the crowd roaring in anticipation. Sticks clash and skates scrape as the action explodes, both teams desperately fighting for control.. Jolly and I scramble back on defense, sticks flashing, bodies crashing, doing everything in our power to shield McClain. The puck squirts free and the pirates pounce, but Jolly throws himself in front of the shot, taking one for the team. I help clear the rebound as the crowd roars.

The puck is ours once again. Sanchez leads the charge, weaving through defenders like a snake. His wingmen flank out wide, drawing the defensemen with them. Sanchez winds up at the top of the circle, eyes locked on the net. He unleashes a blistering slapshot. The puck screams towards the goalie, too fast to react. Sanchez spins away, not daring to watch. The ref's hand goes up. Goal! The crowd erupts as Sanchez is mobbed by his teammates. Helmets clank together in celebration before it's back to business.

Ruffilo whizzes past, giving my stick a friendly slap as he crosses over. Gotta love that guy. As wingmen go, he's as solid as they come. We're tight, me and Nick - been roomies for a while now. Probably for the best we don't live with Jolly too, that'd be a bit much. Don't get me wrong, Jolly's my right-hand man on the ice, we're a well-oiled machine out there. But off the rink? Me and Nick kick back, bust each other's chops, talk a little smack. That's just how we roll. I've got his back and he's got mine, on and off the ice. We make a pretty good team.

I'm still trying to figure Sanchez out. He's obviously a talented center, and he gets the other guys pumped up, which is good. But I dunno, there's something about his attitude that rubs me the wrong way. Like, he acts like he's the main character out there, and the rest of us are just supporting actors. I don't wanna judge too quickly, he might just be really competitive. But that arrogance could cause problems if he doesn't keep it in check.

The puck rockets across the ice as The Pirates battle to get it to McClain. Jolly and I scramble to guard the net. A winger charges at me and I slide to block, but the guy jams his skates at my feet to trip me up. I spin away from the attack but lose my position, forced to go where he steers me. Hemingway whacks the puck toward McClain, who splits his legs and snags it in his glove. The crowd roars at the clutch save.

I scan the crowd, my eyes darting from the approving cheers of the fans to the nods of my teammates. But my gaze keeps getting drawn back to her. The coach's daughter. She's been here since yesterday, hanging all over her dad. I tried not to notice her at first - I'm here to play hockey, not ogle girls. But I can't seem to look away for long.

The way she moves, the cute little smiles she gives her dad. She's got my head spinning more than taking a hard check into the boards. I've gotta get my focus back if I want to play well tonight.

Coach would slaughter me if he caught me within 100 feet of his daughter. Hell, I didn't even know he had one until just yesterday. Can't blame him for wanting to keep her far away from us hooligans. If I had a girl that looked like her, I'd lock her in a tower. But damn, the second I saw her, something inside me snapped. My inner defenseman kicked in - I wanted to shield her from these animals, keep her safe. She's not mine...yet. But I'll be damned if I let any of these punks lay a finger on her. I'll knock 'em into next week if they even look at her wrong. That angel's gonna be protected at all costs. Coach better keep that beauty off the ice, 'cause she's got this enforcer feeling some type of way.

Sanchez is back on the ice, battling Hemingway for the puck like two bucks locked in a duel - even their wingmen keep their distance. Karlsson slaps his stick on the boards twice, jolting me back into the action. We watch Sanchez twirl and shove Hemingway, fighting for control. Then I see it coming - Hemingway's left winger charges Ruffilo, tripping our man and making him flinch, slashing down toward the dude's skates inches from his own. The ref's whistle pierces the tense air as he calls slashing on Ruffilo, handing him a two-minute penalty. The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos while Ruffilo glides to the box, shaking his head.

Man, I feel for my buddy out there. He didn't mean to. But did the ref see it that way? No chance. Two minutes in the box. Unbelievable. Now the rest of us have to pick up the slack while Ruffilo cools his heels. Me and Jolly slide in, McClain’s head on a swivel now that we’re down a man.

The puck rockets toward me as I skate backwards, eyes locked on it, guarding the goal with everything I've got. Hemingway winds up and fires a blistering slapshot through a seam in our defense. I dive, stretching every inch of my pads to block it, but the puck deflects off McClain's stick and glides into the corner of the net. The ref's whistle pierces the tense air. Hemingway's teammates swarm him as the crowd erupts. We were so close to stopping them. If only McClain had kept his focus. But it's too late now. The damage is done.

My blood is boiling so hot I can feel it flushing my face. I circle the rink to cool off before I explode. Nick's back from the box, his eyes narrowed to slits. He's out for blood.

Sanchez streaks up the ice with the puck, Pierce on his tail. But the Pirates' D shoves Pierce hard into the boards. Now Pierce is seeing red too. He grabs the bastard's jersey, drops his stick and gloves, and drags him along the ice. Pierce is ready to pound him into the ground right here.

We all grind to a halt, transfixed by the scene erupting before us. I charge forward, stick clattering to the ice, ready to drop the gloves as the D wads up Pierce's jersey in his fist. The ref circles like a shark, while Coach's screams echo from the bench. I glance over and see her leaning over the boards, eyes blazing, shouting breathlessly as she watches Pierce and his nemesis tangled together. Man, the intensity in her gaze is electric. Must be the adrenaline and testosterone coursing through my veins, but damn if she doesn't look sexy as hell at this moment.

Pierce and his rival crash together, gloves dropping as the ref struggles to pull them apart. The crowd roars as fists fly, the two tangled in a full-on brawl. Sharp whistles pierce the din as the ref forces them to their corners, both still straining against his grip. They're banished to the sin bin while tensions boil, leaving the ice open for Dominick to vault over the boards. He joins the nameless sub now skating for the Pirates, eager to capitalize on the empty space. The crowd pounds the glass, feeding off the raw intensity as play resumes in the wake of the fight.

We're locked in a never-ending battle on the ice, the clock winding down as overtime drags on. One more blistering slapshot, one more brick wall save, and victory is ours. Firing up my teammates, I skate around them offering as much encouragement as I can.

“Dom, Ruff, Sanchez - skate like your lives depend on it. Harass them, frustrate them, smother them! Don't give their stars an inch to breathe out there.” I skate around turning to our goalie “McClain, my brother - I need you to lay out and block every shot you can. Be our brick wall. We're too close to let it slip away now. One more stop, one more big play. That's all we need. Let's bring this W home in front of our fans! Now let's get out there and take what's ours!”

The boys erupt in a roar, heads bowed as they clench their sticks with white-knuckled intensity under their gloves. The ice shudders under the force of their voices. They're fired up and ready to battle, adrenaline pumping through their veins.

The puck rockets through the air and Sanchez snatches it, a warrior king charging forward as the black disc zips between him, Dom and Ruff. They weave a web of deception, bamboozling the opposing defense just long enough for Sanchez to whip around the net and slam the puck into the gaping goal mouth. The ref's whistle pierces the din and I hurtle my stick away, tear off my helmet and blaze towards my brothers. We collide in a crush of celebration as the rest of the team swarms the ice.

We separate carefully trying not to catch each other's blades. I slide back, regaining my footing before skating to grab my stick and helmet. On the bench, she bounces excitedly, hugging her dad in celebration of our victory. Her cheeks flush red with exhilaration, her smile radiant. She's tied her hair back in a messy ponytail, loose strands perfectly framing her face. I'm mesmerized watching her, knowing if she sticks around much longer, I'll either lose the championship or lose my heart completely.

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