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A dragon's heart, part 12.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: mentions of injuries, rape and abuse, mentions of breeding, marking, nsfw, smut, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Minors do not interact.

Note: Took a while to finish this. I found the last part especially hard to write so I put it off for weeks. But voilá, it's finally here!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

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Axiety. It's what curses Katsuki's veins right now. After he left his mother at the war tent, he went ahead and took a look at his injured men. Some of them might never mount a dragon again. That already made him restless. He feels like ever since he became chief, things have gone bad. They need a win soon. His men can't lose morale. It won't benefit the tribe and they'll also maybe get some bad ideas. His mother stepped down as a chief voluntarily, but Katsuki is sure that the rest of the tribe would have forced her if she didn't. It's easy to blame the leadership when things go wrong. Even if some things are out of the chief's control.

That's when y/n crosses his mind. He has forgotten about her ever since Kirishima walked into his tent. Maybe she can be his win, a way to boost morale among his men and a way to strengthen his position. If y/n was to carry a healthy, happy baby, Katsuki and her could lead an example for the rest of the tribe. To show them that there is a future. After today's events, he's sure that he's making the right decision taking y/n on as a mate. He fully trusts her to become a good partner, a good mother. He'll do everything in his might to ensure the tribe's and y/n's future. She won't ever have to go back to the men who hunted her like an animal.

His heart feels heavy and full when he makes his way back to his tent. He can't wait to pull y/n into his arms, to feel her soft warm frame pressed against him. It's what he needs right now.

Surely, y/n must have returned by now. She was angry earlier but he hasn't experienced y/n to hold a grudge for too long. Also, it's gotten dark and cold. That must've driven her back home as well.

When he enters his tent, it lies in darkness and silence. He stares into the black of the tent, listening expectantly. Y/n's not here. His heart starts to pump harder, blood cursing faster through his veins than just a few minutes ago. He can hear an unsettling whooshing in his ears.

Y/n's gone.

It takes a moment for the realization to sink in. Then, he turns around on his feet exiting his tent swiftly. In front of the entrance, he stops in his tracks. His first instinct is to find Kirishima. Get him to assemble a search party, get everybody moving to find her.

It's a bad idea. He and y/n have to lead as an example. How can he prove to his men that they can find a mate outside of the tribe that loves and accepts them if his own mate runs off in the middle of the night? No, the others can't find out. Especially his mother. He can already see the triumph in her eyes telling him 'I've told you so'. He must find her alone.

But where could she possibly have gone to? She doesn't know anybody or anything around here. A cold chill runs down his back. She wouldn't have tried to leave, would she? That would be incredibly stupid of her. She can't survive in these mountains. Especially not without appropriate gear. But that didn't stop her before.

Katsuki thinks back to when y/n took off the day after getting injured by these men with bows and arrows. Back then, she also was stupid enough to think that she could wander off in the forest on her own. And now she was angry, furious even. With heavy emotions like that clouding her logical thinking, it wouldn't surprise Katsuki if she got the bright idea of running off. He can already picture her angry, pouting face in his mind.

Shit. He needs to find her.

First of all, Katsuki tries to search the settlement inconspicuously just to make sure he's not setting off a false alarm. He's glad that most of the tribe already settled into their tents for the night. While he wanders through the settlement, he's getting more anxious with each passing second. Scenarios of y/n getting torn apart by a pack of wolves, of y/n falling down a hillside and other deadly things fill his inner eye.

When he can't find her in the settlement, he decides he must scout out the area surrounding the tribe's village of tents. Considering she's on foot, she can't have made it very far. In this darkness, she must've laid to rest somewhere. Tonight's new moon, so it's especially dark tonight. Out there, you can't see your hand infront of your own eyes. She must wait to continue her journey by sunrise.

It's best to look for her on the back of his dragon, he decides. He can cover more ground and the Drami's improved eyesight and smell will help them to find y/n quickly. So, he sets way to the stables. He already knows Drami won't be too happy about him waking her up. He walks quickly through the gore to the dragon's den. The other dragons ignore him, some bow their heads in respect. There's even the small green one that hasn't been tamed yet. It scurries away at the sight of Katsuki.

Only his torch illuminates the den upon entering. The dragons inside seem to be asleep. „Drami!“, he calls out to his dragon almost softly. He doesn't want to evoke the great red's rage. „Drami!“, he calls out again, this time a bit louder. Then, the big red dragon moves. It stretches its long hind legs and raises its heavy head.

„We need to find y/n, c'me on!“, Katsuki tells the dragon.

The dragon snarls at him and huffs hot air into his face. Katsuki rolls his eyes.

„Yeah, I know it's late. That's why we need to find her quickly.“, he points out.

The dragon stares at him intently. Katsuki is not sure what she's trying to tell him. „What?“, he asks shrugging. The dragon shifts again, lifting its heavy wing up, revealing y/n. Katsuki's eyes almost bulge out of his head. What on earth is she doing here? Almost at the same time, relief floods his veins. She's safe. When Katsuki wants to rush to the woman's side, a claw-studded paw cuts in between him and y/n.

Katsuki's head jolts up. „What?“, he asks the dragon again. Drami looks angry now. A deep rumble curses through the dragon's throat. It snaps at Katsuki leaving behind a loud cracking sound when its upper and lower teeth clash against each other. Katsuki jumps back just in time to not get crushed in between the dragon's large jaw.

„Hey!“, he barks at the dragon, „What the fuck are you doin'?“

The dragon rises to its full height filling out the den completely. Y/n slides off its tummy and awakes in a rough manner. Disorientedly she looks around. Meanwhile, the dragon shifts into an intimidating stance looking angrily at Katsuki.

„What are you angry about?“, Katsuki yells grasping y/n's attention.

The dragon curls its tail around y/n in a protective manner. Katsuki doesn't fail to catch onto that.

„Is this about y/n? Fuck, it's not my fault that dumbass ran away?“, he defends himself in front of his dragon. Y/n awkwardly watches the scene in front of her. Somehow, she feels content. Seems as if the dragon is about to put Katsuki into his place. Good.

The dragon snaps at him again and Katsuki quickly moves out of its way. „Don't fuck with me, Drami. It's not funny! I didn't do anything!“, he yells at the dragon.

Suddenly, another rumble goes through the red dragon's throat and then there's electricity in the air. Katsuki's eyes widen. She's not about to...? Not in here! The fire would burn all of them. He can see an orange colour light up in the dragon's throat. Shit!, he thinks. Instinctively, he jumps over the dragon's tail and covers y/n's body with his own.

As quickly as the electricity becomes palpable in the air, as quickly it fades again. Y/n peeks through Katsuki's arms and sees the dragon staring at them intensely. Katsuki shifts, facing the dragon again. He sighs in relief. He absolutely believes Drami would go through with such an action. If a dragon doesn't deem a human worthy of their trust anymore, they more often than not kill them.

„You crazy fuck,“, he tells the dragon standing up and shaking his head. In return, the dragon growls at him

„I get it ok, I haven't been a good mate. I let her slip away.“, he continues. The dragon continues to stare at him angrily.

Katsuki raises his arms in defeat, then drops them again. „What do you want me to say? I didn't keep an eye on her. She could've died, yes. But she was safe with you, wasn't she?“

A rustling sound goes through the red's throat. It moves its head closer to Katsuki and presses its nose against his chest. Katsuki stares back with the same intensity. Then he sighs in defeat.

„Thank you for taking care of her. I'll be better, I promise.“, he tells her and the dragon gives him one more intense stare before settling into a laying position again. The smaller red dragons, which fled the bigger one the moment they sensed its anger, return to its side again.

Y/n doesn't know what Katsuki tells the dragon but it's clear he almost shits his pants. She finds that rather satisfying. Even if the red dragon almost fried her in the process. Quickly, she scrambles onto her feet. She must've fallen asleep somewhen but she's wide awake now.

Katsuki turns to her taking a long look at her. There doesn't seem to be a scratch on her. His instinct tells him to walk up to her, shake her and yell at her for being stupid. He can't believe she ran off and walked straight into dragon territory. She can be lucky Drami protected her. If she was unlucky, one of the other dragons could've seen a convenient snack in her that walked straight into their mouth. Considering what happened earlier, that's probably a bad idea though. Y/n was already pissed and it's better to reconcile than to argue. Especially, since Katsuki decided to ignore his mother's disapprovement.

Katsuki walks up to y/n and takes her hand. He puts it over his heart and presses it softly. „Don't you dare leave again.“, he tells her. Then, more softly, he adds: „I need you. I was worried.“

Y/n looks up at him. At first, her face looks clueless as it usually does when she doesn't understand him. Then, she harshly pulls her hand away. She's still angry at him. Don't you think a few soft words will make me forget what has happened today, she thinks.

Without looking at him, she stomps past him exiting the den. Katsuki swirls around and immediately catches up to her. Outside the den, he gets a hold of her wrist and pulls a bit too harshly. Y/n is swirled around. She stops herself inches in front of his chest. Quickly, she brings an arm's length distance between them, as far as her arm allows her to. Katsuki keeps a tight grip on her wrist.

„Where the fuck do you think, you're doing?“, Katsuki growls at her. Y/n looks at him with fire in her eyes.

„Let go of me, asshole!“, she yells at him pulling at her wrist. She doesn't care how loud she is or if she wakes up one of the dragons. How dare he act like this? Maybe a few days prior she would've mistaken Katsuki's attitude for concern, but knowing what she knows now, she's sure it's possessiveness. She can't stand that. Considering what Nadia says, that's all that women are in this place. She refuses to become Katsuki's possession, to let him push her around like that. He either accepts her as an equal or he doesn't get to have her at all.

Stunned, Katsuki lets go of her hand. He already notices some dragons shift in the darkness. Y/n crosses her arms in front of her chest. She doesn't really know where she's going with this. She doesn't want to argue with Katsuki. So far, he has been good to her. Today's been not good, but at the end of the line, he didn't treat her badly. The ceremony this morning went badly but Katsuki didn't lash out his anger at her, only at his furniture. While she doesn't understand where exactly his anger comes from, she shares the sentiment.

It's been frustrating. Clearly, it's been frustrating to both of them and that Katsuki doesn't seem to have much control over his anger is something y/n noticed before. And despite what Nadia said, he didn't put his hands on her. He even wanted to protect her from the great red's fire. Y/n knows that if the dragon had gone through with it, Katsuki would've been burned to crisps. He was ready to sacrifice himself for her. Katsuki must value her more than he lets on.

Y/n sighs and rubs her face. She tries to calm herself. In contrast to Katsuki, she has more control over her anger. Katsuki watches her intently. He doesn't want to argue with her either. He's frustrated and worried and he doesn't know how to make y/n understand how important she is. To him. To his people.

He tries to take a step towards her when a growl and a pair of red glowing eyes appear right behind her. It's the small green dragon from earlier. Katsuki stops in his tracks. This dragon is untamed which means that it is unpredictable.

„Don't move.“, he wispers and hopes that y/n understands.

Apparently, y/n didn't hear him, or rather didn't understand him but she slowly moves around staring right into the green one's eyes. Fear starts pulsing in her veins again. At the same time, the anger that's been trying to push down bubbles up again.

Seriously? As if I don't have enough problems, I've got to deal with this thing again?, she thinks angrily.

„Y/n.“, Katsuki says calmly. They can't make a wrong move right now. His mind flickers back to Drami in the den. He's sure she must sense the green one by now. He just hopes she isn't too offended by earlier to help them if necessary.

Y/n ignores Katsuki. She continues to stare into the green's eyes intently. She holds its gaze. She's not going to back down. It's probably stupid to pick a fight with a dragon but Katsuki and the whole situation made her angry enough to try.

With a steady, almost dangerous voice, she speaks to the dragon: „Leave. I won't be dealing with you tonight.“

The green dragon shifts, still holding her gaze. For a moment, its gaze flickers back to Katsuki.

„Hey, eyes on me!“, y/n barks at it and immediately catches its attention again. Katsuki feels like he's about to faint. Is she really speaking to a dragon like that? What outcome is she expecting?

„I'm telling you one more time.“, y/n says loudly, „Leave and don't come after us.“

The green dragon stares at her. There's a clicking sound in its throat. Then, he snaps at y/n, but y/n expected it considering it snapped at her earlier. She uses her chance and throws herself at its snout. Katsuki watches her with an open mouth. Y/n pushes its snout down before letting go of it.

„Leave!“, she yells. The green dragon looks at her perplexed. It raises its head, probably to spew fire at them when a deep rumble can be heard from the red one's den. It's probably a warning. It's enough to make the green one back off. Y/n holds her stance and stares after it until it disappears into the darkness again.

When it's clear that it's gone, she loosens her stance and huffs a strand of hair out of her face. Meanwhile, Katsuki gains control of his facial expression again. He's not sure whether to be impressed that y/n stood her ground in front of a dragon or concerned that she's mad enough to try so. Actually, it's probably not that bad. He remembers when he tamed Drami. It's the first thing you need to be capable of, to stand your ground in front of such a mighty beast. Most people go into fight-or-flight mode. Of course, then you also need to fight it into submission, but that's another thing.

Y/n turns around to Katsuki. „Are you coming?“, she tells him before turning to leave. Katsuki quickly catches up to her. They don't speak while they walk back to the settlement.

The closer they get to the tents, the more relaxed Katsuki feels. Also, his bad consciousness starts to creep up on him. He never apologized to y/n about what had happened today.

„Y/n“, he calls out to her and stops her by taking her hand. This time his touch is soft and not firm. Y/n can get out of his grasp anytime she wants. She turns towards him and looks at him expectantly.

„I'm sorry about today. I'm sorry about my mother treating you badly, I'm sorry if the whole presentation was humiliating to you and I'm sorry I lost it earlier.“, he tells her.

Y/n is sure he's apologizing right now. He's got that look in his eyes. Curved eyebrows, an almost sorrowful look on his face. It's not enough, however, he needs to try a little harder. A simple apology isn't going to get him into her good grace again. Katsuki sighs and steps a bit closer to her. With his other hand, he strokes her cheek.

„You've been nothing but great. To me, you're the perfect mate. Hell, you are standing your ground no matter what we throw at you. Even a dragon. We, no I, failed you. Drami's right. If I want to be your mate, I need to be better. I promise I will be better.“, he softly says. He knows she can't understand him but he just hopes she'll soften up on him a little bit.

Y/n stares in his eyes intently. His voice sounds soft, almost submissive. She sighs. There's no use in keeping this argument up. It's not going to help her situation. And at least, Katsuki seems to understand that she's frustrated. She just hopes he also believes that her frustration is justified and that he's not just trying to sway her.

She touches his hand softly. Katsuki gives her a shy smile and takes a few steps closer to her. When she doesn't react, he closes the gap between them. Carefully, he wraps his arms around her. Y/n can't help but lean into the touch. By now Katsuki's touch has become something familiar and comforting to her. She buries her face in his chest. Katsuki chuckles and y/n can feel the vibration of his laugh. Her heart flutters a bit. Damn this Katsuki, she thinks, Why does he have to be so attractive? She can feel Katsuki's hand in her hair. Lightly, he scratches the skin on her head. Y/n wants to melt. After this long, confusing day, she just wants to relax and fall asleep in his arms.

Katsuki's hand moves towards her ear and he tucks a few strands of hair behind it. Y/n looks up to him and is met with a soft gaze. It's almost surprising to her. Katsuki rarely looks so soft. He's just not that kind of guy. Maybe today has worn him thin as well. Y/n gives him a small smile. Katsuki's hand ghosts along her cheek. Slowly he moves his head towards hers giving y/n enough time to move out of the way or reject him. She doesn't. Katsuki's lips meet y/n's in a light kiss. He's not putting much pressure behind it. Just enough for y/n's heart to make a little jump.

Quickly, he pulls away and ruffles y/n's hair lightly. Y/n retreats a bit as well. Katsuki throws an arm around her and pulls her towards the settlement. There's almost no one outside anymore and it's quiet when they walk back to Katsuki's tent. Y/n is shivering by the time they arrive. Katsuki's arm around her shoulder does little to keep her warm. Inside, they're met with the chaos they left behind earlier today. Y/n shakes off Katsuki's arm and zigzags around the broken things on the ground. She picked up the broken parts of the chair earlier but left the other things he threw around on the floor. She flops down onto Katsuki's bed and points at the mess on the floor.

„You're tidying that up!“, she says sternly. Katsuki scratches the back of his head embarrassedly. He's not sure what y/n said but he guesses she's scolding him for the chaos in the tent. Dutifully, he starts picking up the things on the floor. Meanwhile, y/n starts looking for the clothes she wore to bed yesterday. Once she's found them, she disappears to the attached bathing hut.

When she's done changing, she returns to the main room. She looks around approvingly. Katsuki tidied up the place quite well. Currently, he's not in the tent. Y/n guesses he disposes of some broken things. While waiting for him, she picks up an apple from a fruit bowl that Katsuki placed back on the small table. Sitting on the bed, she eats it. While it's not much, she's glad to finally get something into her stomach.

Eventually, Katsuki comes back into the tent. When he sees y/n sitting on the bed, he gives her a curt nod. Then, he starts changing. He's still wearing the armor that he put on before the presentation. Chewing on her apple, y/n watches Katsuki changing. Katsuki usually doesn't wear many clothes so there's not much new to see but y/n takes her time observing. She feels like she deserves that. After all, he let all of his people and that woman eyeball her this morning.

She lets her eyes run over his broad shoulder and how the muscles of his back move when he opens his pants and slips out of them. Katsuki stands there in his underwear for a moment as long as he puts the armor and pants away. Y/n admires his naked chest. A few scars decorate the soft skin on his pecks. Her gaze follows his trained bicep down to his hands. She doesn't notice how Katsuki's done putting on some linen pants or how she stopped chewing at some point.

„Ya like what you see?“, Katsuki asks her with a cocky smirk on his face.

Katsuki's voice rips her out of her own thoughts. She's met with Katsuki's triumphant facial expression. Oops, guess he caught me, she thinks. She sits up a bit and throws the rest of her apple at Katsuki. Katsuki catches y/n's projectile with ease and gives her a biting laugh. He finishes off the apple in two bites and throws it into a bowl by the side.

Katsuki walks over to the bed and gets in at y/n's side. He starts to climb over her but stops when he's right above her. Y/n tries to shuffle away to give him some more space to get to the other side of the bed when she notices a suspicious twinkle in his eyes. He's not planning to move to the other side. Y/n rolls her eyes and Katsuki chuckles. He leans down and kisses her on the lips.

This time, the kiss is a bit less soft. It's more urgent and there's more pressure behind it. Y/n's eyes flutter close. Katsuki slides down and his weight pushes y/n deeper into the pillows. Absently, y/n's hand runs down Katsuki's chest. She feels Katsuki's tongue running along her upper lip. She lets her own tongue run along his lip as well and soon they meet in an even deeper kiss.

By now, y/n's heartbeat picked up. Katsuki detaches from her lips for a second. He presses open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Softly, he nibbles at her collarbone. Y/n can't help but let out a muffled moan. She already can feel a tingling sensation in her lower belly. Also, she's starting to get hot. Katsuki lets out a chuckle before returning his attention to her.

Their eyes meet and y/n can see a mischievous gleam behind Katsuki's eyes. „You dick!“, she tells him and smacks his upper arm. Katsuki laughs and rolls off of her. Y/n hasn't got much time to recover before Katsuki pulls her into him again. Angling her head up to him, he drags his lips over hers again. Y/n shifts to get more comfortable. Part of her leg grazes Katsuki's scrotch and she can feel that he's already half-hard. She's lowkey glad she's not the only one on whom this has an effect.

Quickly, she tries to move her leg away again but Katsuki catches her leg mid-movement. He pulls her leg in between his own and pulls the rest of y/n half on top of him as well. His other hand finds its way back into y/n's hair. Entangling their mouths again, his other hand starts exploring y/n's back, butt and leg. Y/n's hand rests on his lower stomach just above his v-line. Slowly, her hand creeps up his chest up to his cheek.

They continue to make out like this for a while until y/n breaks the kiss to take a deep breath. Katsuki uses the break to fully pull y/n on top of him. Y/n can feel Katsuki's erection under her. In all honesty, she can't blame him. She's also feeling the effects of all this kissing. The way Katsuki's rough hands drag along her back drives her absolutely mad. She doesn't want to know how the inside of her thighs look right now.

Suddenly, Katsuki's hand finds its way under the shirt she's wearing. While his lips still feverishly drag along hers, his hand softly strokes its way up to her chest. Y/n's heart skips a beat when his calloused hand finally makes an impact with her boob. Carefully, Katsuki kneads the soft bundle of flesh. There's enough pressure behind it to make clear how urgently he wants to touch her and soft enough to not hurt her. Giving her one last kiss, he detaches from her and sits up.

„Take that off.“, he demands and pulls her up towards him. Y/n sits up and lets Katsuki push the shirt over her head. She feels flushed even though Katsuki and she now wear the same amount of clothing. Katsuki lets his gaze wander over her chest. Gently, he reaches out to her. The backside of his hand touches her cheek, and then he lets his hand sink downwards towards her chest. With both hands, he squeezes her breasts. He leans his head forward and rests his forehead against hers. While adrenaline and excitement still curse through her veins, y/n feels oddly at ease suddenly.

Katsuki lets go of her chest and his hand finds hers. Gently, he caresses her hand before pulling it into his lap. Y/n can feel how he presses her palm onto his hardened member. It's not her first time touching a man. She wonders if Katsuki is aware of this or if he thinks it's her first time. Y/n's other hand reaches up to Katsuki's cheek and she pulls him down onto her lips again. At the same time, she carefully squeezes his dick. Katsuki lets out a frustrated groan before pushing his mouth on hers again. Gently, y/n massages him through his pants.

Then, Katsuki pushes her off of him. „Gimme a sec, doll.“, he mumbles and starts fumbling with his pants and pushes them down his legs. Y/n waits patiently for Katsuki to come back for her. When he shivered out of his pants, he crawls over to y/n again and pushes her onto her back. He starts kissing her neck and nipping at her earlobe. Each kiss leaves behind electricity that shoots down her body. Y/n takes his hand and puts it back on her chest again. She's done with kissing. She wants more. Katsuki lets out a low chuckle. Carefully he dips his head down and lets his tongue run over her nipple. Y/n groans and lets her hand run through his spiky hair.

Meanwhile, Katsuki's hand wanders down her side. When his hand finds the hem of her pants, she can feel her heartbeat quicken again. She's nervous about what's about to happen next. A positive nervous, an expectant nervous, a I-can't-wait-to-feel-your-hands-where-I-need-you-most nervous. However, Katsuki doesn't give her that satisfaction just yet. He lets his hand ghost over her crotch before gently cupping her most private area. Y/n gasps at the contact and wishes that stupid linen pants weren't in the way. Again, Katsuki chuckles at her expression.

Y/n glares at him. She's got enough of his teasing. She pushes at his chest and Katsuki lets himself fall back onto his back with a laugh. Immediately, y/n is on top of him and kisses down his neck. Gently, she bites the skin on the nape of his neck. Katsuki lets out a forced groan. She can feel his dick jump a bit in between her legs. She continues to kiss down his chest, and presses open-mouthed kisses onto his tummy until she has reached his v-line. She traces the bones on his hips while mischievously looking up at him. I can play the same game, she thinks. Katsuki looks down at her through lidded eyes.

„Fuck, y/n, are you gonna do something or do I need to show you how?“, Katsuki grumbles and pushes his hand into y/n's hair trying to gently push her down onto his cock. Y/n clicked her tongue. „Oh, no, don't think I let you get off this easily.“, y/n teases him. She starts pressing soft kisses onto the side of his hips, down his v-line and stops right in front of his shaft.

„Shit, you bitch!“, Katsuki groans in frustration but he doesn't move. Secretly he's enjoying y/n's attention and playfulness. He didn't expect y/n to be this devious, especially not in bed. Clearly, she must have some experience and he's glad about that. He was afraid that this would scare her away. But, considering her reactions, she must be enjoying this too.

Lost in his own thoughts, he doesn't notice how y/n's head dips down. Only when he feels her tongue running down his dick. He almost jumps up at the sensation. His hand grips her hair a bit tighter but he doesn't make any further movements. Y/n can feel his leg muscles tighten. She runs her tongue up his shaft again before gently teasing the tip of his cock. Katsuki groans and lets his head fall back. Y/n gently rubs the side of his legs in comfort. I got you, she wants to tell him.

Then, she takes his entire dick into her mouth. Katsuki almost thrusts up but catches himself mid-movement. Y/n is glad for Katsuki's control. She's sure that she can't deepthroat him. For now, she just bobs up and down his length licking and sucking. The areas her mouth can't reach get stimulated by her hands which she has wrapped around his shaft.

Eventually, Katsuki can't take it anymore and pulls y/n off his dick. He sits up and roughly pulls y/n up to him, towards his mouth. Feverishly, he kisses her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Slowly but carefully his resolution starts to crumble. In a swift movement, he pushes y/n onto her back with one hand and pushes down her pants with his other hand.

Cool air hits y/n's pussy. She almost gasps at that sensation alone. However, Katsuki is done waiting and teasing. Immediately, he pushes his fingers in between her folds. Y/n lets out a choked noise. Katsuki leans down and starts licking and biting her nipples while massaging her clit in rough, circular movements. Y/n is already seeing stars. It's been so long since someone touched her like this and clearly Katsuki knows what he's doing. His fingers wander from her clit downwards towards her entrance. Swiftly, one of Katsuki's fingers enter her. Y/n can't help but let out a raspy moan.

She's not sure whether or not Katsuki registers the sound she's making. Maybe he doesn't care or maybe he's beyond capable of teasing her about it. Either way, his mouth lets go of her nipple and wanders down her tummy until he finally reaches her cunt. He's not waiting for another second before pushing his tongue in between y/n's folds. Y/n gasps again and buckles her hip. Katsuki simply pushes her hips down and continues his administration. While his tongue swirls around in between her pussy folds, his finger pumps in and out of her tight hole. Y/n's upper body twists around in the bedsheets.

It feels so good, she barely can't take it anymore. Katsuki adds another finger and y/n goes wild. She pushes her hands into his hair and she's not sure whether she wants to push his head deeper into her cunt or pull him away because she needs to stop. Katsuki does not leave any room for a decision as he pushes deeper into her crotch. Just when he feels y/n's walls tighten around his fingers, he pulls away.

He stares at y/n with wild eyes. Her wetness still glittering on his lips and chin. Y/n's chest is heaving and she can't tear her eyes away from Katsuki. „Fuck, babe, you taste so fucking good.“, Katsuki grumbles while taking a long look at her. Y/n's hair is disheveled and her cheeks are flushed. Right now, there is a disappointed expression on her face. Katsuki grins and moves to hoover over her.

„Don't worry, love, you'll get to come. You just have to do it on my dick. Only this way you can become truly mine.“, he tells her.

Y/n pouts because she doesn't understand why they're suddenly stopping. Luckily, Katsuki doesn't let her wait too long. He crawls up her body and kisses her deeply. Y/n can feel his dick laying right above her pussy. Katsuki snaps his hips a bit and pushes his dick in between her wet folds. Y/n moans and opens her legs so that he has better access to her pussy.

„Shit, babe, you want me that bad, hm?“, Katsuki groans as he sees y/n pull her legs apart for him. He leans back a bit to take a good view of her soaked cunt. „Fuck...“, he groans as he lets his dick run over her now-open pussy.

„Katsuki!“, y/n whines. She wants him. Now. Katsuki chuckles and leans down to kiss her. „Alright, alright, babe, I get what you want.“, he mumbles as he shifts and tries to find her entrance with his cock. When he's not fast enough, y/n takes matters into her own hands and leads his dick to her entrance. Katsuki doesn't wait for another second and pushes into her in one swift movement. Y/n can't help but let out a loud moan at the sensation. Katsuki's head drops down onto her shoulder.

He doesn't give her any time to adjust to him but immediately starts a steady pace. His dick slides in and out of y/n's slick hole. Y/n wraps her legs around his hips and grabs onto his shoulders. She can't help but let her eyes roll back a bit. Her fingers could never compare to the feeling of a real dick inside of her. And Katsuki's dick feels especially good. Katsuki keeps up the pace for a bit until he grows tired of it. He sits up a bit and his dick slides out of y/n. She groans in protest.

„Relax, love, we're not done yet.“, Katsuki mumbles as he sits up on his knees. Roughly, he pulls one of y/n's legs over his shoulder and opens her other leg widely. Then, he shoves his cock back inside of her. In short, hard movements, he rocks in and out of her pussy. Y/n cries out loud at the new angle and the roughness with which Katsuki starts to fuck her.

„Fuck, babe, this feels so good.“, Katsuki groans while his balls slap against y/n's ass. He has had sex before but it was never like this. He either paid the women or just took them. None of them were as wet as y/n or as willing to move against him the way y/n does. And the sight of her just added to his arousal. Concluding from her facial expression and moans, y/n must be so fucking horny for him. It makes him wish they had done this sooner. Before they came here and things got more complicated.

„Katsuki-i...! Harder! Fuck!“, y/n moans and grips his wrists. Even without understanding her words, Katsuki gets the message. He wants to fuck her harder and faster, too. He pulls y/n's leg from his shoulders and hooks his hands under both her knees pulling her pussy closer to him. He quickens the place and the closeness gives him the option to ram his dick into her harder.

„Fuck, yes!“, y/n yells. She's glad he understood what she wants. Fuck, this is so good, she thinks. She loves how hard Katsuki is taking her. Most men are too timid to take her how she likes it the first time. The first time is always a bit awkward, trying to find out what the other likes. But Katsuki fucks her just the way she wants his, the way she needs it. She needs to forget this awful day and Katsuki's cock in her pussy makes her mind goes numb.

Slowly, but steadily, y/n can feel her orgasm approaching. She hopes that Katsuki doesn't change his movement but keeps it up just the way he's fucking into her right now. There are already pearls of sweat forming on his chest and eyebrows. Meanwhile, Katsuki can feel y/n's pussy tighten around his member.

„Shit, babe, are you close?“, he groans while keeping up the pace. Concluding from y/n's concentrated look, yes, she must be. Carefully he grips her upper body and pulls her up to him. Y/n whines at the change of position but Katsuki makes it up to her by fucking up into her and reaching that one spot that drives her mad. Katsuki pulls her up and his face rests on the left side of her neck. Y/n claws at his back, desperate to finally get off. Katsuki continues to fuck into her relentlessly.

„I've got you, babe, c'mon, come on my cock.“, he mumbles into her skin.

Right now, he needs her to finally climb over the edge. It will hurt less if she's in the middle of an orgasm. Y/n groans throwing her head back. Katsuki can feel her pussy tighten one more time and then start spasming around him. That's what he's been waiting for. He doesn't wait for another second and sinks his teeth into her neck.

Pain. Blinding, numbing pain shoots up her neck.

Y/n lets out a choked scream. From all the things she's expected Katsuki to do, this is not on the list. Is he... biting her? It feels like he's about to rip a large part of flesh out of her. The pain overshadows the orgasm she forgets she's having. She pushes against his chest, trying to get him off of her.

„Let... go!!“, she cries as she pushes against him. There's no use. He's so much stronger than her. He only sinks his teeth deeper into her flesh. Maybe it's because there was more adrenaline in her blood back then, but this feels worse than when she was hit with the arrow.

Her heart pulls itself together. Why is he doing this? She can feel her warm blood flow down her own chest. He must know how badly he's injuring her.

Meanwhile, he's still fucking into her roughly.

She wants him off. She wants his teeth and dick outside of her body. Right now. She fights against him. Pushing and scratching him. Yelling and crying to let her go, but Katsuki doesn't listen to her. Or he's not hearing her.

His thrusts pick up speed as he fucks into her.

„No, Katsuki! Pull out!“, she yells but Kasuki is too far gone to register her words. In three hard thrusts, he comes. Y/n can feel his hot seed spluttering deep inside of her.

By now, all colour must've left her face and she becomes numb.

She doesn't feel the pain in her neck anymore. Or how Katsuki pulls away from her. How he gently places her onto the bed and presses a clean cloth against the wound. How he caresses her face and litters it with soft kitten kisses. How he gets another warm, wet cloth and carefully cleans the inside of her thighs. How he pulls her close and lovingly scratches her head.

Or how he softly mutters:

„You're mine now, my mate.“

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Be my guinea pig.

W/ Trafalgar Law.

Trafalgar Law x Female Reader.

I really wanted to throw something a bit different onto the table. This one’s just a freebie and about a week of kinks filled with both the one piece character and Reader’s kinks.

I’m doing self-inserts for just both Law and Luffy! If I ever make this into a series, I’d wanna hear suggestions from you guys.

I’m still working on other things but and I promise Ima get stuff done. I’m a dumbass who’s horny and have plenty of writing/art ideas running through her brain.

Contains: Writing is organized differently in this series. Self-Insert. (Still referred as Reader). Reader and Law helping each other try out their kinks for a week. Asphyxiation kink. Praise kink. Somnophilia kink. Hand kink. Mutual Masturbation. Roleplay. Sensory Deprivation. There’s no oral in this, surprisingly- Fingering. Handjob. Lots of fucking- Reader is submissive in this. Literally a fic dedicated to Law bc he’s plaguing my brain.

“Oi. Can I talk to you about somethin’?” Law slowly walks up to you as he stared down at you sitting there on the couch. You look up from your phone and blink all cutely to him, your brows raising as you began to grow nervous about what he had to say. He sits down beside you and rests his body against yours, his body heavier and rather larger than your smaller and lighter body.

He rests his head against your breasts, his golden eyes peering up into yours as if he wanted to tell you something or maybe ask for something. You quirk a brow to him and set your phone down, your hand resting up against his temple and against his raven strands. “Is there something you want to ask me, Traffy?” You asked, staring down at him while he looks around all playfully.

“Well…Yeah. There is something I wanna ask you.” He responded, his eyes peeking away from yours as to avoid contact with your eyes and advert his gaze. You hum out and paused, wanting to hear him out as curiosity brewed from your mind. “What is it Law?” You asked him, now growing a bit impatient as he left you waiting.

He sighs out before finally asking his question to you, a groan leaving him as he began his sentence. “Would you wanna…try out some of our kinks? I know it’s a sudden question but…I wanna explore and stuff…” He says, struggling to get the last of his sentence out as he grew kinda nervous for your response. You smile at his question and your mind began to roam around deep in your thoughts.

Law never did specify which kinks he had, and neither did you. Maybe it would be nice to explore and see what kind of kinks you both could have.

“I’m fine with that…I’m sure mine are…more subtle than yours though…” You say, a nervous chuckle leaving you as you whispered those words. Law smirks and lifts his head from your breasts, his hands groping them and making you gasp out suddenly.

“I’m fine if your kinks are as vanilla as can be, it’s all about enjoying them together no matter how tough~” He whispers to you, his eyes piercing deep into yours and making your heart flutter and pound against him. “We’ll start next week. That is, if you can handle that before then.” He teased, his smirk on toy turning you on even more while you watched his fingers play at your soft mounds through the fabric of your shirt.

You sigh out shakily and sit up a bit trying to pull away from him but causing him to follow and slide his hands up underneath your shirt. You mewl out and shut your eyes softly, sighing out as your hands press against his. “Q-Quit touching me! Y-You said next w-week didn’t you?~” You gasp out, shuddering at the feeling of your nipples running in between his fingertips.

“Maybe I’m the one who can’t wait~” He chuckles, adoring how sweet your voice sounded while he played and teased at your body.

☆ ☆ ☆

Day 1: Asphyxiation.

His hand reached out and quickly got a tight hold on your neck, your hands uncontrollably clawing and gripping at his wrist as a natural response while he choked you as if he genuinely hated your guts. Weak yet choked moans struggled to leave your throat as you winced and looked up at him, one of your eyes closed while the other stared down at his cock sliding deep inside of you.

As much as you adored feeling him deep inside of your sticky and needy cunt, part of you didn’t expect him to start strangling the life out of you this hard. You whimpered and kicked a bit, your legs frantically kicking about as you whined for him to release his grip on your throat.

“Do we need to stop, sweetness? You don’t look too pleased…” He asked you, quirking a brow as he watched you squirm and wriggle beneath him. You shook your head and mewled out, trying to endure it a little while longer for him while he grows more aroused by your facial expression. He tried to stay patient with you and he gained arousal just from watching you struggle to breathe beneath him alone. You cry out and arched your back, your feet sliding along the sheets as you tried to pull away from his grasp.

Your eyes began to roll up and flutter, your body losing it’s needed oxygen and causing your body to begin fluttering in and out of consciousness.

That ,in return, causes him to stop immediately.

“Alright alright, enough. I don’t wanna hurt you anymore by taking this further…” He sighed out, his hand releasing your throat and allowing you to inhale deeply. You coughed a bit and he peppers a few kisses to your neck, apologizing for hurting you or at least choking you so aggressively. “Well, it was good while it lasted. I don’t want you to push yourself past your limits. Prolly woulda actually caused you to faint if I kept going.” He says softly, his hand pressing against your temple while he combed through your strands.

“M-M’sorry…I-I’m sorry…Traffy…” You apologized to him, wiping away the light tears that brewed at your eyes due to the asphyxiation. His fingers played at your cheek, caressing it softly while he sighs out all lovingly to you and your adorable face. “Don’t apologize baby, it’s not your fault…We can go soft for you if we need to okay?” He says, smirking to you and reassuring you so sweetly. His soft tone of voice followed by his little smirk causes your heart to flutter and you whine out before wrapping your arms around him.

“It’s okay, there’s no need to apologize for something as silly as this sweetheart~” He whispers to you, his body rising above yours before he continues thrusting his hips into yours. You whine out to him and stared up into eyes, still upset that you couldn’t last very long for him. He sighs out and peppers more smooches to the soft skin of your neck, making you moan out while he chuckled.

“Here, if you wanna try again…This time we’ll start with less pressure. Okay baby?”

“O-Okay…”

He slowly wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing hard but not hard enough to the point where you were uncomfortable. He stared down into your eyes as he continued fucking you, thrusting his hips a bit harder into you while you moan out to him in pleasure. You bit your bottom lip as you enjoyed the slight lightheadedness spilling into your head, the very slight lack of oxygen causing the pleasure the be stronger.

“Mmmgh~ Traffyy~” You moan out to him and he smiles, pressing his lips against yours while he rolled his hips into yours, his tip kissing your g-spot so deeply.

Day 2: Praising and slight daddy kink.

“Such a good girl for me, do you like it when I play at your pussy like this?”

You mewl out sweetly to him, watching as he palmed at your slit and slid his fingers through your folds repeatedly. “Mmmhh~” Your toes curled and your brows furrowed from the pleasure, a soft whine leaving your lips while you watched him play with your body as if it was some type of toy. Your back was up against his chest and you were sitting in between his legs while he went to work on you. “Cmon baby girl~ Answer daddy. Aren’t I making you feel good?~” He asked you, his tongue trailing along the soft skin of your neck while you gasp out shakily.

“M-Mhmm~ I-It feels- so g-good Traffy~” You moan out for him, arching your back before you gasp out suddenly at the feeling of his fingers sliding past your entrance and going deep inside of your cunt. He smiles and presses his lips against yours, his chest up against your breasts while he fingered your pussy. He thrusts his fingers in and out to your warm velvety walls, his fingertips occasionally curling up and kissing your sweet spot while his fingers massaged your walls.

“You’re doing so good for daddy, Taking his fingers in so well like this~ Your pussy is stunning fluttering around my fingers like this~” He groans out, his cock hard and throbbing as he thrusts his fingers faster into your pussy. Your moans made him hard as well, with how sweet your voice sounded it was practically hard to keep himself composed.

“Ohhh Traffy~” You gasp out, shutting your eyes softly as you felt yourself yearning to cum just from his voice alone if his fingers weren’t buried deep inside of your pussy. The sound of his fingers going deep in and out of your pussy repeatedly made you shudder before moaning out loudly against him. “That’s right, let your voice out. Keep letting your voice out like my good baby girl~” He whispered, his eyes staring down deep into yours while you shudder and gasp out in response.

You began to feel his fingers thrusting faster, and you can’t help but to cry out and tighten up around his thick digits. The way his fingers kissed your sweetest spot made you curl up and whine out against him.

“Fuckkk~ Traffyyy~”

“If you cum on my fingers daddy’ll fuck you with his thick cock. That’s if you cum on daddy’s fingers like a good girl. Alright princess?”

“Y-Yes daddy~”

“Good girl~”

You whimper out all sweetly and looked away from him, arching your back while you relished in the feeling of his digits ceiling and digging deep inside of you.

“My cute baby girl, you’re taking them so well~ You want daddy to go faster?~” He asked, his lips nipping at you ear while you gasp out all shakily from his voice and fingers. “Y-Yes!~ Y-Yes please!~” You responded all angelically to him, your eyes rolling up as you felt your cunt tightening around his thick digits.

“Yes what, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes daddy~”

“Good~ Fuck you’re such a good girl~ Always obedient and sweet for daddy~ You love it when daddy praises you don’t you?”

“Mhmmm~ I-I love it so muchh~”

His fingers began to curl up and nudge hard against your sweet spot deep inside your pussy and you moan out shakily, struggling to hold yourself back much longer. Your back nearly arches up off of Law’s chest as you moan out loudly, your mind practically melting from his words and his praising.

“Mmgh!~ Fuck!~ I-I’m so close to creaming Traffy!~” You gasp out, your arm resting against your temple while the other hand gripped the sheets beneath your body. “Yesss~ Fuck yes princess~ I want you to cum on my fingers~ Cum for me princess~”

Day 3: Somnophilia.

The sound of your snores filled Law’s ears as his body hovered over yours, his eyes watching as your back rise and fell with ease. You were breathing steadily and Law stared down at your vulnerable body, staring as it rested and built up its energy for the following day.

He sighed out shakily and traces his fingers along your slumbering body, noticing as it twitched from the slightest touches his tough fingertips provided to your soft skin. “God, so fuckin’ perfect~” He moans out to you, basking in the lack of response your sleeping body provided to him.

Law softly stroked his cock as he pressed kisses against your skin, his lips sucking on your skin and leaving dark marks against it while his eyes slowly looks down to your sleeping face. You moan out sleepily and tried to roll over but Law’s hand kept you in place and prevented you from flipping over onto your back. He hissed out before placing his cock against your sticky entrance, surprised that your pussy was wet even though he hadn’t done much to your body.

He slowly slid his cock into your pussy, gasping out at how tight and warm your walls were. Your pussy was practically welcoming him deep inside even though you were asleep and unresponsive. Your pussy encased his cock in a comforting warmth and pleasure, a heavy yet quiet groan leaving him as he slowly began to move deep within your pussy. Your moans were soft and quiet as Law fucked your pussy softly and steadily, making sure to not go as rough as to wake you up.

“God, your pussy’s so fuckin’ good~ Keep squeezin’ me like that, y’hear?~” He gasps out, throwing his head back while his mouth hung open in ecstasy. His thrusts began to grow faster but he stayed steady, his hands softly holding your hips while he thrusts his deep and yet steadily into yours.

He sighs out shakily and quickly covers his mouth with one hand, muffling his groans while he fucked your all needily.

“Your pussy’s so heavenly when you’re asleep~ Your pussy’s always so heavenly for me~”

You moan out shakily beneath him, your face unconsciously twisting and contorting at the sweet feeling of his hot and thick cock deep inside of your sleepy pussy. He hissed out and winced in pleasure, his eyes rolling up as his hips began to unconsciously fuck hard into your hips.

He sighs out heavily, his hands gripping your hips tightly before he pulled you back into his cock. You mewl out sleepy and crack an eye open, a moan automatic spilling past your lips as the pleasure suddenly his you like a brick. “Mmgh~ Oh~ T-Traffy~” You moan out shakily, your hands gripping your pillow while you squeezed around his length.

Law’s eyes widens and he immediately froze, suddenly feeling the weight of guilt fall onto him for interrupting your rest.

“Fuck I woke you up…I-I’m sorry baby~”

“I-It’s okayy Traffyy~ Just please keep fucking my pussy like this~”

“Of course I fuckin’ will~”

He thrusts his hips hard and sharp into your cunt, causing a loud and groggy moan to spill past your lips while he groans out heavily above you. The sound of his hips slapping against yours made your face turn a deep shade of red while your pussy fluttered around his thick length.

“M’gonna fuck you back to sleep baby~ Want me to fuck you back to sleep, yeah?~”

“Yess Traffy, please fuck me back to sleep~ Need your cock to fuck me to sleep~”

Day 4: Hand Kink.

“How do my hands feel against your breasts? Feels good?”

You gasp out all shakily against him, your head resting against his shoulder while he played at your breasts as if they were squish stress toys. “M-Mhmm~ Feels s’nice Traffy~ Please, touch them more~” You pleaded, moaning out all shakily while your hands pressed against his. He chuckles and slide his hands down along your skin, your body trembling against his fingertips as you enjoyed the sensation of his fingers trailing and touching against your body.

His cock twitched at your entrance, making you squeak out while he chuckles in response. “So cute aren’t you?” He hisses out, biting his bottom lip as his hands ran between your inner thighs. You whine out and threw your head back, the feeling of his fingertips against your body making you grow needy and yet so soaked from his touch.

“P-Please~ T-Touch me more Traffy~”

“As you wish baby~”

His hand cups your pussy and he chuckled, feeling how sticky and soaking you were against his rough fingers. His fingers flicked at your clit and you couldn’t help but to mewl out and turn away in pleasure. He played at your slit and clit, a soft sigh leaving him as he felt you tense up against his fingers. His fingers slowly slipped past your entrance and deep inside of your pussy, his fingers nearly kissing your sweet spot immediately.

You cry out in pleasure and watched as his digits plunged deeper inside of your pussy.

“You love my fingers don’t you? Your hand kink is just shooting through the roof isn’t it? You naughty fuckin’ girl~” He continued to tease at you, making fun at the fact that you couldn’t help to be turned on by his hands and fingers. You whine out and pouted to him before your face contorts in arousal, a gasp leaving you while your pussy continued to suck his fingers in.

“You like it when I fuck your pussy with my fingers eh? Maybe you like my fingers more than my cock. You cream more easily from my hands alone~” He shoved his fingers deeper into your pussy and you groan out all shakily, your toes curling while you threw your head back from his fingertips nudging deep into your bundle of nerves so lovingly.

“Come on! Fucking tell me that you like my fingers deep in your pussy.”

“Fuck T-Traffyy~ I-I love it~ Keep fucking my pussy with your fingers!~ I-I’m so fucking close!~”

“Gonna cream? I’m not stoppin’ until you fucking squirt on my fingers. I ain’t gonna stop until you’re soakin’ the fuckin’ sheets.” He huffs out shakily as he watched you melt within his arms, his wrist beginning to ache as he thrusted his fingers faster and deeper into your pussy.

“Gonna cum baby? Hmm? You ‘bout to cum on my fucking fingers?~”

“Yes! Yes!- Fuck- Fuck Traffy!~”

“I wanna feel your juices soaking my fucking hand.”

Day 5: Mutual Masturbation.

Your fingers thrusts into your pussy all needily, your hips lifting up off of the bed as you tried your best to reach the sweetest spot deep inside of your pussy. Law was watching you, breathing heavily while he stroked at his shaft rather fast and hard. He couldn’t help but to chuckle at your desperation, watching as you struggled to fuck yourself with your fingers and whine out all irritably.

He moves your fingers away and you gasp out before whining out, your body squirming at the unconscious heat brewing within your core. He shoved his fingers deep past your entrance and your eyes widens from the harsh thrust of his fingers against your sweet spot, mewling out as you enjoyed the feeling of his thick tatted fingers deep into your pussy. His fingers had immediately kissed your bundle of nerves, making you see stars whilst he adored your shocked expression.

“Oh!~ T-Traffy!~” You moan out his name and watched as he stroked himself with his other hand, multitasking yet focusing more on your pleasure rather than his own. You struggled to get closer to him and when you do, you move his hand away from his cock which makes his brows raise in slight surprise. You climb up onto his lap and stroke his cock, going at the same pace his fingers were going deep inside of you.

He hums out shakily and pressed his hand you moved from his cock onto your hip, holding you in place while he continued fucking with with his fingers. You jerked his cock quickly with your smaller hand, the feeling of his heat in your hand making you grow hotter against him. He hissed out shakily and pressed his lips against yours, his fingers going faster inside of your pussy while you fucked his cock faster with your hand.

“Fuck baby, your fuckin’ hands are gonna make me cum already~” He groans out into your lips, his eyes glancing down and watching as your hand fucked his cock. His fingers curls up inside of you and you mewl out shakily, his fingertips nudging up hard against your g-spot and making you whine out while you moved your hips in even more.

You wrap another hand around his length and made your gestures more pleasurable for him. Your motions grew faster around his length and he moans out heavily, his eyes shutting softly and his brows furling while he breathes out lengthily. You could feel his thick length twitching in your hands while he felt your walls tightening and pulsating around his fingers. “P-Please~ Cum with me Traffy~ I-I’m so close to cumming~” You gasp out shakily, looking up into his golden eyes while he stares at you with his half-lidded and lust-filled pupils.

He wraps his arm around your waist and thrusts his fingers into you faster, his palm occasionally rubbing against your clit which added more pleasure to your cunt. Your fingers played at his tip while your moved your hand in circular motions while jerking his cock, his foreskin continuously folding up to the underside of his tip with every motion of your hand.

His nails clawed at your side and he presses his lips against yours once again, a moan leaving both of your lips as your body shuddered against each other. “Mmhh~ Fuck~ Fuck Traffy!- I’m cumming!~” You gasp out shakily and shut your eyes tightly before you threw your head back, your pussy gushing and squirting out onto his palm.

“Hah!~ F-Fuck baby! F-Fuck-“ Law groans out and rests his head against your shoulder before groaning out loudly, a few heavy breaths leaving him as he ejaculates out onto your hand. A bit gets out onto your tummy and breasts and you moan out at the warmth of his thick seed kissing your skin. He sighs out exhaustively and nuzzles his face into your neck, burying himself into your skin while you mewl out in relief and ecstasy against him.

Day 6: Roleplay. I’d imagine that Law has some sort of medicine or drug to help make your appearances feel more natural and real. Dude is a surgeon after all-

“Such a cute little cow~ You ready to be milked by daddy?~ Don’t you have so much milk to offer for daddy?~” His hand played at your breasts within the cow-printed bikini, pulling at the straps that held your breasts up while you blushed deeply and covered your face out of embarrassment. You whimpered in response and looked up at him with your cutesy little eyes, staring at him who had nothing but just bull horns and ears on the sides of his temple.

Good god, couldn’t he just buy some costumes instead of doing some experiments with potions and such.

His tail had swayed as his eyes trails down your body, admiring for just how beautiful it really was to him. Pressing smooches against your skin, he chuckled and looked up at you while you stared down at him.

You were still nervous but- he was going to break you out of that.

“Cmon, don’t be shy with me. You love this don’t you, my precious girl?~” He asked, his hand cupping your face and squeezing your cheeks while he pulled your face closer to his.

You shuddered and whine out in response to his words, your pussy squeezing and pulsating around nothing but air as you listened to him and his arousing voice pleasing your ears. You poured and looked away all anxiously before sighing out. “M-Mhmm…” You responded shakily, a sigh leaving your lips as you looked up at him. He smirks down at you before revealing his cock to you, his length twitching and just leaking with sticky pre.

You mewl out and spread your legs to him, revealing your bare cunt to him while he sighs out hungrily and stared down at your soaking slit. He watched in awe as you slowly spread your folds open to him, revealing so much of yourself and making him even more feral than he already was. “P-Please~ Milk me daddy~ M-Moo mooo…” You say so hesitantly, your eyes peering away from him while your face burned a deep shade of red.

He could tell that you were oh so anxious, but if he had to be honest with himself…that made it so much fucking better.

He hissed out and pressed his tip against your pussy, groaning out all hungrily before he’d shove himself deep inside of your cunt. You gasp out at the hard yet swift thrust, your teeth nipping at your bottom lip while you watched him begin to thrust inside of your pussy.

“I’m gonna milk you for everythin’ you’ve got baby girl~”

You moan out loudly and held on tight to your pillow, the bed rocking vigorously as Law gave you deep and rough thrusts deep inside your pussy. The way he fucked you felt so animalistic, it was as if he wanted to breed you and milk you for everything you had deep inside. His thrusts were slowly making you fall into the role of a submissive little animal, your toes curling up tightly while his cock smooched the hell out of your bundle of nerves.

Moans spilled from your lips as you threw your head back and arched your hips up into his, your body begging him to just pull you in and fuck you like the animals you were. His knees dug deep into the mattress, sliding against the sheets while he focused on fucking your pussy intensely. You moan out against his heavy body, looking up at his golden eyes while he stared down at you intensely.

He bends down and gives you a sloppy kiss, his arms wrapping around your body as he pulls away and trailed his sticky lips down to your breasts. He pops one of your nipples past his lips and into his mouth, suckling on it rather hard as if he was genuinely trying to get milk out of it. You gasp out loudly yet heavily and moan out shakily against him, your hand pressing against his temple and running though his soft raven strands.

Your eyes rolled up far and you were gasping for air and trying to endure the pleasure while he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. You drooled out onto your pillow, enjoying the deep and hard thrusts he was feeding to you.

“P-Please fuck me more!~ M-Milk me daddyy, m-milk and b-breed my pussy for all its w-worth!~”

“My, you’ve gotten feisty haven’t you?~ If that’s what you want, then daddy will make it happen~” He chuckle breathily, his tongue sliding along your areola and nipples before he’d suckle on it fully.

He groans out shakily and his cock twitches deep inside of you, already indicating that he was close to cumming. He pulls his lips from your breast with a slight pop before he’d focus back on his pleasure and yours.

His grasp grows tight on your hips and he thrusts his hips harder and faster inside of you while you’re gasping and crying out in ecstasy. The headboard hits against the wall while Law throws one of your legs up onto his shoulder, huffing out heavily as he used your body to chase after his high so aggressively.

“S-Shit! Shit!~ M-M’cumming!~” He moans out loudly and lowers his lips down into yours and smooches you deeply, his moans muffled by your lips while he finally releases deep inside of you. His thick seed spurts deep inside of you and you moan out loudly into his lips while your squirt out around his cock and onto his lower abdomen, your tail wagging with delight before it fell flat onto the sheets.

He pulled his lips away from yours, a string of your shared saliva tearing from both your lips while you huff out all shakily and yet slightly broken. Law chuckled at your broken state and pulls you up into his arms, his eyes piercing into your tear-filled ones.

“Don’t think I’m done yet. Didn’t I say I was gonna milk ya? The effects of the potion haven’t even worn off yet.”

Day 7: Sensory Deprivation.

“Ahhh~ Mmgh T-Traffy!~”

“Just keep that blindfold on and stay focused on my touch and voice baby.”

Your body squirms around uncontrollably while you relished in the feeling of Law’s cock deep inside of you. Not being able to see what he was doing certainly enhanced the feeling if not made the pleasure and stimulation stronger deep inside your cunt.

Your back was up hard against the wall and his hands was holding up one of your thighs while you held on tight to him. Your back arches as you felt him kiss your bundle of nerves, your leg growing weak from his thrusts smooching you so deeply and holding you up.

You felt Law’s fingers pinch at your nipple and you gasp out before turning your head and shuddering at his touch.

You could hear him chuckle all lowly and mischievously as if he was enjoying watching you twist and turn against him, his lips couldn’t help but to curl up into a smile hearing your submissive whines.

“Oh god~ Traffy~”

You gasp out shakily and pulled yourself up a bit, your body struggling to keep its balance while Law kept your other leg up. Your pussy tightens around him and he hissed out, you couldn’t stay composed when his cock was kissing all of the spots that needed his genuine love and attention. Your nails scratched at his shoulders and you whined as you began to grow all wobbly and unbalanced.

“T-Traffy~ I-I can’t keep standing m-much longer~” You moan out to him shakily, feeling his hips stammer for a bit before his thrusts began to slow down.

“It’s alright, I gotchu sweetness.”

Law grabs your thighs and pulls you up before pressing you against the wall even tighter, his body squeezing up against your tummy and pretty breasts.

You moan out all lovingly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs tight around his hips while he fucked your pussy deep and hard against the wall. He could notice your brows furling above the blindfold while your pussy sucked him in and squeezed him tighter.

“Gettin’ close aren’t you?~” He asked, pressing a smooch to your lips while you whimper in response. “M-Mhmm~ N-Need to cum…” You exhaled, clawing at his skin as you couldn’t hold back much longer. He huffs out and thrusts deeper into you, his arms holding you up steady while his cock churned up your insides.

You struggled to hold your voice back and your moans started growing louder just as much as Law’s were. You feel Law tremble against you and his thrusts grew disorganized as he felt himself growing close. “Fuck~ I’m cummin’ baby, keep squeezin’ my cock just like that for me, okay?” He whispers out into your ear, heavy breaths hitting your skin as you listened to him and nodded.

Your cunt unconsciously obeys and he thrusts into you faster yet still sloppily while you winced from the pleasure. Your toes curled and you held on to him tight before gasping out angelically into his ear, your pussy fluttering around his length as you finally squirt on his length. “Traffyyy~” You whimpered into his hear, your hand running up into his raven strands while he moans out at your tone.

He gives you a loving smooch before finally releasing deep inside of you, his seed filling up your cunt and making you shudder before you sigh out shakily at the sensation. He huffs out heavily as he stood there in place, holding you still while you rested your head against his shoulder.

He sighs out and pulls the blindfold from around your temple and off your eyes, a mewl leaving you as you lift your head and looked at him. “Are you alright?” He asked, cracking a smile with you stared at him innocently yet satisfied. “M-Mhmmm~” You responded exhaustively, staring into his golden eyes which softened the more he stared at your drowsy features.

“You sure you’re alright? Don’t need any water or anythin’?” Law had pulled you away from the wall, his arms were still carrying you, but his length was still deep inside of you. You hum out and rest your head against his chest. “I just wanna lay on you baby, I want cuddles…” You pouted, your voice in a cutesy yet tired tone.

“Alright, I’ll give you cuddles baby~” He chuckles, peppering a smooch to your temple before he hummed out lovingly. “Before that though, I need you to hydrate. You need some fluids in your system.” He chimed, his brows furrowing as he gives you a playful glare. You whined but nodded to him before a sleepy sigh left your lips, your fingers slipping from his neck just a bit.

“Anything for you baby~”

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You were lying there on the couch just like how you were last week when Law had came to you. You were resting there and staring up at the ceiling, a satisfied mewl leaving your lips as your body felt very content and stimulated.

“Sweetness.” You heat Law call out to you and you hum out before looking to him, your face all cute and pure as you stared at your boyfriend. He walks over and flops down onto your body, ripping a sudden gasp from you while he snickers. “Traffy, you’re too big to be flopping onto me like this-“ You choked out, your cheeks puffing up as you poured to him. He smiled and peppers smooches all over your face before staring into your eyes.

“Wanna- Try again this week?” He asked, giving you a mischievous smirk while your eyes stared at him absentmindedly. “Is your body not satisfied Traffy? How strong is your libido?” You asked him, quirking a brow before you cracked a cute little smile to him.

“It’s not that I’m not satisfied, I just enjoyed experimentin’ and trying out our kinks together. We don’t even have to fuck as much as we did last week~ It’s about discoverin’ more about ourselves and having fun while doing it.” He confessed, his hand playing at your hair while you blushed at the contact.

“Well…When you put it that way…I guess we can…do it again…” You said all shyly, your hands playing at his fingers while he smiled at your lovable reaction. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. We could just spend more time with each other and go out more if you want to.” Law suggested, throwing out options that could work for you want make you more comfortable.

You perk up at his second suggestion and hum out while pressing your palm against your cheek. “Well…How about we try both? One day we’ll hang out and have romantic dates and another day we could play around and…discover more about ourselves like you said~” You crawled over to Law and straddled him, his hands reaching up and holding your hips while he hums out all breathily.

“Fuck, ion mind that at all~ You thought up an idea better than mine sweetness…” He groans out as he sits up and press his lips against yours, making you mewl out before you giggled. “As long as I get to take my time with you, I’m alright with anything baby~” You say all sweetly, your hand holding his hand before you pulled it up to your cheek and nuzzled into it. His tatted fingers pinched at your cheek and he peppers another smooch to your cheek before relaxing his body back on the couch.

“So, where to first? There’s a bunch of options on the table.” He whispers to you, his fingers going back to playing with your hair.

“A movie night sounds lovely to me baby~”

“A movie night it is then~”

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bambisnc · 2 days

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heaven and back [ft. k.mj]

pairing : winter x reader genre : serious coded/angst but it's not suuper sad cw/tw : kiss + blood/reader gets hurt by glass + HEAVILY inspired by heaven and back mv wc : 547 !

the harsh neon lights of the party blur together as you look down at what appears to be your own motionless figure lying on a couch.

this is probably just a dream, is what you tell yourself to appease all the frantic anxiety bubbling inside, you can’t possibly have become some kind of a spirit out of nowhere right?

why can no one see you? have you become invisible somehow? waving your hands in front of dozens of strangers is a task of no fruition, their gazes simply pass straight through you.

you desperately make your way through the maze of bodies; all utterly unaware and unperceiving of you, to try and find someone, anyone who could see you.

it’s suffocatingly hot. the party you had been thoroughly enjoying a few hours ago feels cramped, stifling. but when you make your way towards the kitchen to get a glass of something cold you find your hands are too shaky to hold the glass.

a crash.

you flinch slightly but immediately after you can’t help looking towards the nameless crowd around you hoping, praying that one of them hears the sound.

you almost don’t feel the sting in your right palm, caused by one of the broken shards.

but someone else does.

“that looks painful.”

you whip your head around to find a girl staring at you with a carefully neutral face. but her eyes .. her eyes are lit ablaze with sweet secrets, as if there’s some kind of an inside joke between you.

she speaks up again, “you look shocked yn. like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

you don’t question how she knows your name. you couldn’t care less about that as you focus on how she walks towards you.

her cold hand takes up your own, and only then do you notice the trickle of crimson dripping down your wrist.

the girl wordlessly wipes the cut with a tissue and places a band-aid on it. she looks back at you then, fixing her unblinking stare to you as she places the lightest of kisses on top of the band-aid.

as if on cue, you feel your eyelids drooping. some kind of a spell washes over you, making it a struggle to keep your eyes open.

you’re scared. scratch that, you’re terrified.

what if .. this is it?

the girl, you still don’t know her name but you really feel like you should because why does her very being exude such familiarity and comfort?, stays right in front of you, holding your hand.

and when you finally accept defeat and allow your eyes to close, you feel something cold yet .. soft brush against your lips, “i’ll see you later then?”

you wake up with a start. your friends are gathered around you over the couch, worriedly talking over each other thanking god that you were finally awake and when you look down you see that you are now back in your own body.

and your hand still has the band-aid that she placed on it.

something stirs inside you. you walk away from your friends, ignoring their protests, towards the kitchen.

there’s a window right by the fridge. and as you look, one solitary snowflake falls from the heavens.

winter. her name was winter.

notes : i swear i was writing wony series epilogue but then i blacked out and this happened + [m.list] song rec : heaven and back - chase atlantic <3

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judes-hoe · 17 hours

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Bitter rivals, sweet love

Parrings~ Lewis Hamilton x OC

Summary~She’s gonna be in f1 for her third year and goes to a team no one expects her to. She’s always got a cold expression and only those close to her know why. Shes been close one to many times to winning a championship and this year she’s gonna get it no matter what.

Warnings~ google translated Italian, mentioned crying,

A/N~ so doing the Japanese Grand Prix and then after that skipping to the Miami Grand Prix, just because I don’t wanna write every single race or this series will be soooo long. So the I’ll write the Japanese GP cause it’ll be the first time of many of having to share a hotel!!!! Next chapter will be in Miami btw we skipping china lol but I’ll mention who wins it lol!!

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

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Vanessa had just arrived at the hotel room she’ll be sharing with Lewis. She settled down and laid on the one bed scrolling on her phone watching edits that popped up of her. She loved when the fans made edits of her, let her know she was appreciated.

Around 20 minutes later she heard a knock and immediately rolled her eyes knowing it’s Lewis. She gets up as slow as possible before going to open the door, when she did she was met with the British man with his suitcase. She rolled her eyes and walked in the room. Lewis caught the door before it could close and walked in placing his stuff on the other bed.

“Good to see you too.” He smirked. “stai zitto.” She said to him before going back to her phone. “You know I know Italian right?” He smirked at her laying on his bed. “non me ne frega un cazzo.” She said rolling her eyes.

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It was a couple hours later, now in the paddock for media. She just sat on the couch for the interviews. She was with max, Lando, Charles, and Carlos.

About 20 minutes in she finally got asked a question, “hello Vanessa, you have 3 races, that includes this one, till your 1st home race as you have 2 through the season, how do you feel.” The man asked. “Well I can’t wait honestly, it’s always a different feeling racing in your country, and as my fans know if I win my home race I wanna be edit to the song ‘Viva La Vida’ same song every year.” Is he said with a smile. “Why that song?” He asked. “Well there’s nothing behind it, it’s just gives me winner vibes, but to my fans again if you wanna make a more calm edit do white Ferrari by frank ocean.” I said with another smile.

They then continue with the interview and she gets a few more questions before leaving the interview. “Nessa wanna come to lunch with us?” Carlos asked standing next to Lando, Max, and Charles. “Sure, got nothing else to do.” I shrugged going with them.

When we got to the place to eat Charles leans over a whispers. “I saw Lewis going into your room about 25 minutes after you, what’s that about?” He smirked when he asked. “Toto got mad at us after what happened in Australia so he talked to our managers and we have to share a room for the rest of the season and do “couples therapy” and if we don’t fix our rival by the end of the season we both lose our seats.” Vanessa said looking at Charles with an annoyed expression. “You and Lewis have to share a room!” He said a little to loud making the other 3 men look at the 2 with a smirk. “It’s not like that.” She groaned and explained the whole story again.

“You guys can’t tell anyone though.”she said with a serious expression. “If I hear someone talk about this that isn’t any of us, I’m killing you all.” She spoke before taking a bite of her food which made the guys nod their heads quickly before also eating their food.

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She walks into the hotel room after he lunch with Carlos, Charles, Lando, and max. She sees Lewis laying on his bed shirtless and his chest a little wet. “Your staring a little hard sweetheart, see something you like?” He smirks when he notices her. “No, and stop calling me sweetheart.” She said annoyed. “If you say that I’m gonna keep calling you it.” He said with a cocky smile.

Vanessa grabs her pajamas which was just a t-shirt her dad always wore, and some shorts. She then walks to the bathroom and closes the door and starts the shower. She gets in the shower and relaxes under the hot water.

Vanessa gets out the shower, and gets changed into the pajamas. She walks out back into the room, putting the dirty clothes away and sitting on her bed. “Who’s on the shirt?” Lewis asked her. “My dad’s favorite band.” She said not wanting to talk to him. “Then why are you wearing it?” He asked again. “Cause I can!” She raised her voice a little. “God you ask so many questions.” She said turning on her side so she doesn’t have to look at him.

“Didn’t have to yell was just wondering why you’re wearing the shirt and not him.” He said. Vanessa stops all her movements and just lays there, her mind going back to that night. “Because there’s a reason, now I’ll be back im going for a walk.” She said getting up and slamming the door before walking down the hallway knocking on a door.

The door opened to reveal Daniel in a shirt and shorts. “What are you doing here it’s 7pm?” He asked when he saw her. “Can I just come in.” She asked softly. He nodded and let her in and she sat on the edge of his bed. “Me and Lewis have to share a hotel room for the rest of the season as punishment by Toto and by the end of the season if our rival isn’t fixed and put aside for the team we lost our seats, and he just asked me about this shirt and I told him and he asked why am I wearing it and not my dad.” She rambles to Daniel and starts to tear up when she stops.

Daniel now knows why she came here, cause she felt herself going to cry and knows she’s only comfortable crying around him. “It’s ok, it’s ok darling.” He said pulling her in a hug and petting her hair. “He probably doesn’t know, a lot of people on the grid don’t know.” He said kissing the top of her head. “Stay with me for a little we can watch a movie and then you can go back to your room.” He said pulling her away and wiped her tears away. “Ok.” She said going to say in his bed.

He got his computer and logged in giving it to her to play a movie. Vanessa picked the first avatar movie cause it’s one of her favorites.

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After the movie she said by to Daniel before going back to her hotel room. She did have a key so she knocked on the door. The door opened shortly after to reveal Lewis, she rolled her eyes at him and went and laid in her bed. Plugged her phone in and laid on her side away from Lewis going to sleep.

Lewis knew something was wrong and said something to upset her which he didn’t like. He stayed up an hour after she went to sleeping try to think about it before falling asleep.

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Vanessa woke up, not to her alarm, but to grunt like noises. She looked at her phone and saw 6am on it. She still had 45 minutes till she woke up. She turned on her side and saw Lewis on the floor doing push ups.

“It’s six in the morning why are you up?” She asked mildly angry. “Had to get my morning work out in.” Lewis said stopping a sitting back on his knees with a little shrug. “Well now you share a room respect people who trying to still sleep!” She let out a huff and got out the bed going into the bathroom.

Vanessa walks out the bathroom and now sees Lewis getting ready to take a shower. He walked into the bathroom when she walked out. When she heard the shower turn on she started to undress and get dressed for the day, because no chance she’s going back to sleep.

After she changes it’s around 8am now. She left the hotel and to her car to head to the paddock. Before she headed to the garage she walked around the paddock and ran into Charles.

“Charles.” She said with a little excitement in her voice. “Good luck this weekend I know it means something to you.” She said with a little smile giving him a hug when he leans in. “Thanks mon amor I appreciate it.” He said with a smile. “Well I’ll talk to you later need to head back to my garage.” He spoke. “Ok see ya later Charlie.” She says smiling before going to her own garage.

Vanessa walks in and sees him talking to Toto, but she walks in the opposite direction to Calvin. She talks to Calvin for a bit before getting ready for FP1.

In her drivers room she put on her fireproofs and then her suit. Grabbing her helmet and going to stand next I Calvin. “Ready?” Vanessa asked looking over his shoulder at the screen. “Yes put your helmet on!” He said patting her shoulder.

She quickly put on the balaclava, kissing the two names on her helmet. Then putting the helmet on and getting in the car.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~skip to race day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vanessa had done well in all FP, and managed to get a P3 in qualifying. Lewis in P2, max in P1. She had Charles and Lando behind her which he didn’t really care about.

They all lined up on the grid and the lights slowly flickered on.

“It’s lights out and away we go!”

She had tried to overtake Lewis on the first turn my didn’t mange keeping their gap close together, but also managing to get a gap between Lando.

A couple laps in, Lewis changed his tyres. Vanessa being able to take his spot and get a good 3 seconds gap while he was in the pit. Lewis getting out just in time to be in front on Charles.

A another few laps goes by and Lewis closed the gap, catching up to Vanessa. Max boxed so now she was P1 and Lewis P2.

The 45 lap is when Lewis manages to overtake Vanessa in P1 with DRS. Now she has to watch max behind her, just want she wants. “Gap between me and max?” She asked Calvin on the radio. “2 seconds.” He replied. “Good enough.” She says back to him which made him smile.

For the rest of the race she stayed in P2 having to defend from max a few times but built the gap back up, almost overtaking Lewis a few times too but just not enough.

So here they are standing on the podium now, P1 Lewis, P2 Vanessa, and P3 max. When they took the picture she made sure her a Lewis had some(a lot) of space between them with a half fake smile on her face.

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That next morning Vanessa left to go back to Monaco before the Chinese Grand Prix.

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A/N ~ watch out next chapter it might be a little heart breaking and sad😭

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jadestone2 · 1 day

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Bloodily fangs

Theme: sfw

Summery: Being chased out of your hometown was the last thing you expect, thankfully someone was willing to lend you a home for know

Pair: Vampire!Diluc x chubby reader

Tw: takes place in the 15ty century, attempt murder

A/n another series is dropping and I’m much more confident about this one

Stay here? Next?

The last thing you expected was to be called a witch by the people who you cared so much about. The people of Mondstadt were like family to you, but the moment someone accused you as a witch they turned blind eyed.

And what pissed you off even more was the reasoning they gave, obviously it was a poor excuse and was made up. Your body was different from the rest, the standard of a woman that you “failed”.

You realized that your home was a toxic land, if someone was jealous all they had to say was that you were a witch and everyone was already after you with pitchforks and a murderous intent. Someone must have been so jealous that they just wanted you dead, well lucky them they may get what they wanted.

But that is something to get mad about later when you weren’t getting chased by an angry hoard of people wasn’t chasing you. Tears stream down your face, your eyes swollen.

You struggle to sprint, a large gash on your thigh. You poor attempt to limp away from these horrible people, you let out puffs of breaths.

You didn’t want to look back, not wanting to see the anger written on their face as they chose you with fire lighted torches and pitchforks. You never do risky moves, but sometimes desperate time calls for risky measures.

You didn’t even hesitate to rush inside the large castle when it came into view, your blood dripping into the pavement. Just a little longer, push through.

You jangle with the rusty handle of the door, the crowd getting closer and closer. Your eyes widen in shock when the door suddenly unlocks, but you didn’t have time to have doubts. It’s rather dying a slow death of being burned in front of a crowd or this, and you choose to go into an abandoned castle.

You bring, struggling to lock the door. Damn it, large heavy bars! You force all your weight, sighing the relief when a loud sound echoes through the room as the door locks.

You wipe any tears from your eyes, hissing in pain at the gruesome sight of your leg. You press your ear onto the door, not hearing anything.

It was like they never existed, everything was dead silent. A sudden cold breeze hits your warm body, a shiver running down your spine.

You knew you fucked up badly, the fact they weren’t trying to barge in sets suspicions for you. You knew the stupid tales of the man who roamed around the forest, a place where it was advised to never enter.

They told these stories to scare the young children, saying the man would kidnap the moment they step foot into the forest. Of course it made the children listen to their parents, never wanting to see whatever was out there.

You’ve heard many versions, the man who lived in the forest said he would kill anyone who he deemed unfit for being his spouse, a bunch of shit if you ask.

A man is what they called him. But it wasn’t a normal man, you heard rumors that it was a monster. A vampire who took the shape of a handsome man, who lured his victims with a smirk that could blind anyone from the obvious dangers that came from him.

He preyed on anyone who stumbled in the thick forest, their screams wouldn’t be heard as he bites down hard in their neck. You never believed them, after all they were old stories.

But you started to believe them when the people of Mondstadt muttered something, though you couldn’t understand. The quiet footsteps could be heard from outside, getting quieter the further they walked away from the old castle.

It wouldn’t be safe to return there, they’d kill you on the spot. You really hope that those were all just rumors and stories, not something real.

You suck in a cry of pain, putting too much pressure on your wound. You limp towards a large corridor, wandering around the place.

You freeze when you feel something under your shoe, a gorgeous necklace. Red in color, swirls of orange and yellow, somehow it glows a soft red.

What was something so precious, worth such money no average person could achieve, doing on the dirty tiles? You bend down to grab at the necklace, the glow getting brighter the moment you touch it.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to take something that’s not yours? Entering someone’s castle with no manners will get you nowhere” a voice whispers in your ear, their hot breath hitting your pulse point on your neck.

A large shadow was casted over your body, whoever was behind you was extremely tall. You flinch, accidentally dropping the necklace onto the ground, the bright glow dims as you lay onto the ground.

You quickly move yourself from the person behind you, your eyes going wide. A tall man grows down at you, he looked unique from the people of Mondstadt.

Long red hair falls down his shoulder, cutting down to his back. His dark red eyes stare at you menacingly, a mix of interest flickers over his face.

You catch a glimpse of what seemed hunger in his eyes, his nose flaring at the scent of something. His eyes flicker down to your thigh, which still drips of your blood.

That same glow that came from the necklace glows into your face, a soft red tint. It felt like your voice was ripped from you, your words dying at your tongue.

The man stoops down to grab the necklace, spinning it to check for any cracks or damage. You instantly panic, this wasn’t an abandoned castle! He lived here, or that’s what you think.

“Oh.. I’m sorry.. I-“ you stumble over your words, coming up with an excuse right at the moment was quite hard.

“How did you get here?” He interrupts, seemingly not interested in listening to your modeled rambles.

“I got chased out” you mumble, a wave of sadness flowing over you.

When you moved to Mondstadt, a land where they promised freedom and welcomed everyone, it felt refreshing. So it hurt you very much when they didn’t even hesitate to try to kill you, how cruel.

“And they did that to you?” He asks, pointing at your gashing leg.

You nod your head, seeing his eyes twitch. Something was bothering him, maybe it was just your presence. He sighs, his fingers combing through his red hair.

“Come along” he grumbles, walking off.

You're going, stumbling. Your leg hurts so bad, the pain shooting up your body. You were caught between asking for help, but he seemed to notice before you could utter. His eyes drift back down to the gash on your leg, his eyes softening for a second.

“Let me help” he says, putting on a fake voice that made him seem like he was mad.

You sigh in relief when he picks you up, holding you bridal style. He was careful of where his fingers dug in, not trying to poke at the ripped flesh.

“You must live here, right?” You ask, attempting to chat with him.

Honestly that was a stupid question, by the way he navigates around he means he must have been here many times. He nods his head, walking further into the castle. Candles light up the dark hallways, providing barely any light source. Not to mention all the curtains were shut, no light being let in.

“Not much of a talker, huh?” You ask, going quiet when he doesn’t reply back, not that you expected him to.

“Diluc” he grunts, not sparing you a glance. You tilt your head in confusion, he finally utters a word yet doesn’t explain why he’s telling you.

“My name is Diluc, Diluc Ragnvindr” he utters, you could see the tiny curve of his lips when he sees your eyes light up. Diluc Ragnvindr.. sounds pretty familiar.

“What a pretty name you have!” You say, a bright smile on your face.

Too bad you were looking around at the antique and art around the castle to notice the shocked look and his face, before it melts into a flustered look.

“So~ why do you live alone in a big castle alone, Mr. Diluc?” You tease, somehow you felt comfortable with the man even though you met him a couple of minutes ago. Your eyes drift down to his black cape that drags in the ground, must be dirty, wonder if he cleans it.

“You have no idea, how innocent..” Diluc mumbles, his footsteps echoing.

“Hm? What did you say?” You ask, looking up at him.

You blush, he was quite handsome! No way, you can’t instantly have a crush on someone you just met! Even though he’s being extremely careful while holding you, stop!

“Mm? Oh nothing, my dear” he chuckles, opening a door.

He sets you down onto the counter, putting a towel under leg to catch any drips of blood, you almost forgot about that. You watch him grab another drag, soaking it with water before squeezing the liquid out.

He gently rubs at your scab, looking up at you when you hiss in pain. Eventually, he cleaned up all the blood and wrapped something around your leg.

He walks behind the counter, grabbing a large wine glass. He pours red liquid into the glass, filling the cup up.

He takes sips from the drink, sighing in relief. He looked pale earlier, but it seems to wash away the moment he drinks whatever that was.

“May I have one?” You ask, curious about what it tasted like.

The metallic smell hits your nose, it makes you want to gag. It was strong, but where was it coming from?

“You wouldn’t want this, it’s bitter. How about I make you something sweet, tell me how you feel right now” Diluc says, his tongue licking up the red juices that drip from the corner of his lips. He pops open another bottle, pouring it into an empty glass.

“Well other than everything that just happened..” you trails, tears threading to fall from your eyes.

“You poor thing, it must have been such a scary experience for you~ you're free to stay in my home as long as you want” Diluc coos, his voice smoothing all your worries.

“Thank you” you mumble, resting your head on your chin.

There seemed to be something hidden behind his words, but you couldn’t figure it out. He pushes a drink in front of you, watching you closely as you take sips.

“How does it taste? I hope it’s to your liking” Diluc says, a smirk on his face.

“Oh, it’s very strong..” you mumble, holding the drink in your hand.

“Strong? That’s the least strongest drink I own, honey” He chuckles, washing out the empty cup.

“You're welcome to stay for the night” he says, you missed the grin on his face since he turned away.

“Really? That would be wonderful!” You say, smiling widely.

“Let me show you your room, up we go” Diluc says, picking you up.

He walks up stairs, humming a soft tune. You stare at the painting as you pass by, a weird choice he chooses. Pictures of bloody knives, withered roses, but one caught your eye. A large painting of a man who looked similar to Diluc with a blue haired man standing beside him. You’ll have to remember how to get back here, you want to get a closer look.

“Here is your room, for as long as you need it” Diluc says, pushing the room door open.

A large bed covered in warm fur, books stacked neatly on a shelf, a table with an empty notebook and ink and quill resting near, curtains stopping any light from escaping inside, he sure did have money.

“Thank you so much! I’ll figure out a way to repay you” you say, thankful for how kind he was.

“I think I already have a way in mind~” Diluc teases, leaning closer to you.

“And what’s that?” You ask, your face heating up from how close he was.

“That my dear, is a question for tomorrow” Diluc chuckles, leaning onto the door frame.

“For now, get some rest. Goodnight, dearie” He says, closing the door behind him.

After everything that happened today, you were happy to rest in a warm bed. Tomorrow is something you hope will be better, your eyes slowly shutting as you rest your head on the pillow.

Don’t be shy to ask to be tagged for the next part

taglist: @m1sa-w1sa @sidhion @shyfurina

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When you talk about SWM, ppl just focus on defending their favs, but imo the thing thts majorly overlooked is how it creates a major plot hole in the pensive system. Technically, Harry dives into Snape's memories, and even then we can see every second of what the marauders are doing, even though Snape isn't looking at them and is said to be immersed in his own paper, both during and after the exam. Even worse, how tf cud he have heard exactly what the marauders were saying even tho they weren't sitting remotely close to each other? Adding on, Snape only tries to get his wand out when james calls out loudly to him, otherwise he would hv known tht james and sirius were coming for him if he could hear them all along. The whole goddamn chapter is named 'Snape's Worst Memory' and yet we witness stuff even Snape couldn't see/hear when he was actually going through it. As much as I love the fact that we get a glimpse into what the marauders were like at Hogwarts, I do wish it was shown in a way tht actually makes sense (as I do with 123693674 different stuff in this series......)

#harry potter #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #severus snape #snape's worst memory #marauders era #plot holes #pensive memories

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Sweet Alpha Dangerous Omega

Part 1 Part 9.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Mother, I need to talk to you urgently.”

"Enter"

Bela entered accompanied by a young omega and Alcina frowned as she noticed the scent of guilt that surrounded both of them, as well as that of her daughter's anger.

"Tell me"

Bela took a deep breath but her scent continued to radiate intensely, whatever she had been through was seriously affecting her.

Pointing to the woman behind her Bela proceeds to speak in a controlled tone. “Zina has informed me of a series of abuses towards the alpha by the other maids.” The scent of guilt increases. "Since the first day the alpha started living here, she has been a victim of verbal and physical attacks to the point of avoiding contact with the other staff as much as possible. The only group that seems to treat her with decency is the kitchen staff, the Head Maid Greta, the Master Carpenter Relia and the Chef Dorottea”

Alcina sighed placing a new cigarette in the holder and proceeding to smoke.

You were a magnet for trouble.

“She could have talked to Greta or you instead of hiding it to save her pride.”

“Umm Lady Dimitrescu.”

The lady of the house turned to see the maid.

"What?"

“I don't think it was out of pride, you see, for as long as I can remember, that woman has been treated like that.”

That´s impossible, alphas were revered, an alpha woman while treated worse than a man would still be considered better than omegas or betas.

"Her parents had kicked her out of the house and no one from her family came to help her. She survived by doing work for the elderly for a miserable pay. I remember seeing her sleeping on the streets of the square with only her old and torn clothes for shelter she stopped doing it after a group of men beat her, complaining that she infected the place with her smell.” The young servant lowered her head. "I learned that one of the elders had sold her a cabin far from the town with a narrow path surrounded by trees, I thought that the Lycans would be the ones who would end her life." Looking up, Alcina noticed the pity in the woman's eyes. “If she didn't say anything, it wasn't out of pride, it was because for her that was normal.”

The matriarch rubbed her temples.

“So, Lucia attacked her and finally broke her patience.”

Directing her gaze to the servant, she noticed how she squeezed her hands tightly, fear mixed with her guilt.

But he was overshadowed by the scent of fury that come from her daughter.

The human cleared her throat.

“The alpha was heading to the kitchen when Carla sent her a lewd comment, the alpha ignored her, but she stopped and attacked after hearing what Lucia said.”

Lady Dimitrescu stared at the servant.

“What did she say?”

The woman was shaking.

“She told Carla not to joke like that because being mounted by a stray dog was something disgusting.”

Alcina raised an eyebrow.

The human gulped.

“And if Lady Cassandra was so desperate to be fucked, she might as well have let the Lycans use her tight pussy.”

BAM

CRASH

The desk collided with the shelf, shattering both with the impact.

The maid was almost crying, she stammered, unable to continue with her story because of the terror that the scent of mother and daughter's fury caused her.

"Get out of here"

She didn't have to repeat it.

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The silence was broken by Bela.

"The alpha maintained her composure the entire month without even growling or returning words, only attacking when the honor of the omega of her interest was attacked." If it weren't for her gloves her nails would have already pierced the skin of her hand. "And even she maintained enough control to just attack the culprit, no one else was hurt, she didn't go into a frenzy despite the immense fury she felt." The weight of her actions and her hasty conclusions weighed on her. “We let our prejudices control us” she gave a humorless laugh. "How ironic"

The wounds on your body were not caused by parents trying to control a rebellious alpha who was trying to impose her authority, they were made by a man and a woman who sought to cleanse the stigma of your existence with your blood.

Bela assumed the worst about you, despite knowing what you had done for her sister. If you had tried to take advantage of Cassandra, she would have killed you in seconds, regardless of whether she was at the peak of her heat. However, she was happy with you and if Daniela didn’t' interrupted you, both of you would have ended up mated. By the Black God, your first action was to comfort her when you saw her again! You were covered in dirt and had glass embedded in the soles of your feet and yet your priority was Cassandra.

How was that different from the way humans treated her family?

Every time new staff arrived, they always whispered the same rumors:

The Dimitrescu kidnapped women to enslave them, experiment on them and consume their blood.

The Dimitrescu devoured any man who had the misfortune of entering her territory.

The eldest daughter had a frozen heart, unable to feel anything for anyone.

The middle daughter was a brute beast whose only pleasure was to cause pain and misery.

The youngest daughter had a damaged brain, living in fantasies that when broken, blood stained the floor.

That's what the townspeople said.

She was not going to deny that in the early years they had no control over the bloodlust they had and would go into a frenzy at the slightest event. But mother kept them trapped in the castle and taught them to control themselves, there were no servants and the castle was neglected for years. The day they came to their senses and realized what they were eating they refused to eat until hunger sent them back into a frenzy, to survive and maintain control they needed at least human blood there was no other option.

Over the years they got used to it, blood and violence were part of them, it was their nature to deny it would be to deny themselves. Bela could be apathetic at times, Cassandra enjoyed punishing the maids, and Daniela sometimes lost track of reality. However, things were not exactly like the rumors, something that few maids understood:

There were almost never kidnappings, the women were the ones looking for work and they did it under a contract with everything they had to do, as well as the accommodations they needed. The punishments and deaths were only when they failed to comply with what was agreed, which while it was common, they did not mindlessly kill all the staff who entered the castle; some even preferred to live in the castle for the rest of their lives and in the end offered their meat as food.

The men who entered the territory tried to kill them or take advantage of the maids, acting in a rude and disgusting manner.

Bela was quiet but not cruel and any problem was listened carefully and solved appropriately.

Cassandra spent her time fighting to protect the castle's inhabitants. Many servants died at her hands, but others were saved by her from being killed by wild animals or subjected to perversions by intruders.

Daniela used to comfort the maids and try to liven up their stay, her attacks were not violent and were actually painful to witness.

Despite this, the vast majority refused to see through their prejudices because the simple fact of not being human was enough to hate them and break the rules, which led them to learn about the famous cruelty of the Dimitrescu.

Bela hated that they created a false truth based on only rumors and prejudices without even trying to see the other side of the coin.

And that's what she did with you.

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As she felt the scent of her guilt increase, Alcina approached her daughter and knelt in front of her, delicately wiping away the tears that, due to her surprised look, the girl she didn't even know had shed.

Bela took a deep breath, leaning closer to the hand that was caressing her. She stayed there for a few seconds before composing herself and slightly distancing away from her.

Alcina sighed, but she knew that her daughter would not stop feeling guilty until this mess was solved.

“What comes next mother?”

“I will take the alpha out of the dungeon and take her to her room; you look for Greta and tell her to bring me a first aid kit, then go with Daniela to pick Lucia, have fun with her.”

“And Cassandra?”

“She is still punished by not going to the dungeons for at least another four months, but you can ask her for advice on how to proceed with Lucia.”

The blonde rolled her eyes smiling. “She will talk for hours”

Alcina smiled. “Of course she will.”

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“Come on, stretch more. Aren't you hungry?”

It was too far away, the only thing you would do was open your wounds. You had to accept that you weren't going to eat today.

Footsteps echoed along the walls and a scent of roses reached you, you knew who was coming.

The maid knew the same, for a moment you thought she would bring you the tray, but instead she threw it on the floor.

“Lady Dimitrescu, it's good that you've arrived!” Fake tears ran down her cheeks as she pointed at you. “This beast attacked me, causing me to throw away the tray of food that I so generously brought her, it's a danger!” You sighed as you smelled the lady's anger, you didn't try to defend yourself after all it was your word against hers and Lady Dimitrescu would not be on your side.

SLASH

“AHH!”

A cut adorned the face of the servant who tried to contain the blood between sobs.

“Get out of my sight and be thankful I don't cut your tongue off, you lying rat.”

The woman ran out and the matriarch looked at you, the scent of roses was stronger and underneath it was an emotion that you couldn't identify.

Without saying anything she opened the door to your cell.

"Get out"

You tried to stand up, but dizziness caused you to stagger and fall.

You heard the woman sigh “You're a mess.”

Hands lifted you up by your armpits and then placed your head on a white shoulder. The lady placed her arm under your legs. You were amazed at the ease with which she could carry you like a little girl.

The scent was stronger but you still didn't know what emotion it contained.

But the tiredness you felt was too much and the scent of roses was so relaxing.

You slept the entire way with your face hidden in the matriarch's neck and a purr in your chest.

#resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #my work

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Weekend Update 05/19/2024

Three weeks in a row. I should play the lottery, I might hit for some big money!

Nerdie, please. We think it’s fine that you play the lottery, but have you done much this week?

I will have you know, that I worked three 12 hour shifts in a row, one of which I was the charge nurse. Something I’ve never done before and only had a 4 hour class once. The person that was supposed to be training me was not there so I just did trial by fire. I also worked this weekend.

Though the highlight of the week was Friday night!

What? You had a hot date? Good for you!

Huh? This is Nerdie you’re talking about, no. Not at all what happened. I got to see Hozier live in a concert! It was wonderful! I might still be singing all the songs, have played them for my coworkers and that one guy whose room I was in for 30 minutes getting him cleaned up and bed changed should know a fair bit of “Almost (Sweet Music)” and “Something New.” I think I also had a brunch with my family this week somewhere in there.

We have so many questions…did that man even know what you were singing? Is he now a fan? How was brunch? How did you even find out about the concert? Why wasn’t that the first thing you said?

Sometimes you gotta bury the lead. Brunch was with mama Nerdie and two of Nerdie’s brothers. I have three total. I’m the only girl. The concert was magical, I’m trying to figure out something for September but it’s likely sold out. I think I really lucked out last Friday.

Nerdie, do you have anything fanfic related? We’re happy to know you’re doing well. We wonder sometimes, but you know, this is Tumblr.

This week will be a bit different. I did a lot of reading last week but this week, I didn’t read much of anything except beta reading for a couple people. So Nerdie will highlight some series she thinks you should peek at:

Symphony by @maggiemayhemnj (A wonderful series featuring Joel - who is having a moment with his new hair by the way. I did notice, how could one not? Has Joel and a female OFC in post outbreak Jackson.) Fun fact - one of my patients called me symphony so it’s going to be one of my many aliases now.

If Wishes Came True by @schnarfer (A Dieter Bravo trilogy. Our beloved trash panda is many things and has many expressions, some not so great. Can it turn into something worthwhile?)

Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo (Marcus Pike - being the sweet man that he is. The OFC is a photographer. Love blooms. It will give you warm fuzzies and you’ll sniffle. It’s totally fine to do so.)

Bloody Kisses by @perotovar (Shane Morrissey and Tim rockford are the combo I was not aware I needed and now I think about them. The longing, the realization, the understanding, the build up, and the growing pains. Just read it and you’ll get it.)

IRL by @grogusmum (A sweet Javi G fic. You and Javi have been chatting about your shared interest in movies and sparks fly. So much so that you fly to see him in person. How does that go? Read and find out.)

These are five series I’ve read, loved and will read again because I enjoy them. I hope you all do too.

I believe I did post a Dieter one shot for the Dieter Bravo Brain Rot May challenge about aliens.

Also @fhatbhabiee back! 💖💖

I was tagged by people for WIP Wednesday through Saturday so I’ll do something from my not titled Pero x Dragon fic (look - it was a thought I had and it morphed into this but it’s dialogue):

Darkness is beginning to take him as is the cold. Pero cannot feel his limbs nor tell if he’s moving them. “Hmmpf, you care nothing of your life? Just to let it slip away like this. You appeared to be a warrior of some sort. Do all human warriors lay on their belly and wait for their final breath? Such a pity.” This voice, such torture before death to be mocked like this, couldn’t he have died in battle? “I’m already in hell only hearing this voice before I die. Goddammit.” The mercenary laments. “Are all humans fools like this? Why will you not heed my words? I am not trying to reach you for simple vexation.” “Stop with your flowery words then. Say what you actually need. I’m not going to listen to you the entire time before I leave this earth.”

Pero is the type to curse and argue with demons, angels, monsters and Gods if it means he has the last word. I stand by this. Contrary to what this conversation reads like, Pero does not die. His fate could be worse than death, we’ll have to see. 👀

The Peeps who maybe tagged me? @tinytinymenace @connectioneverywhere @magpiepills @604to647 @djarinmuse

@megamindsecretlair and @for-a-longlongtime There are either people I missed or people who didn't tag me. My bad either way. 🤣

I’ve also been toying with which series between my Marcus therapy series and my sweet Javi P series to start posting on Tumblr. I’m not sure which one. Everyone one’s welcome to ask me questions about any of these WIPs, just know I may not stop talking about them like most fic writers.

I think I do dialogue well in my fics, and wacky ideas, but I could use work on world building, smut, descriptions and other things. I think. Who knows, I'm just going to keep wiring and we'll see what happens.

Stay safe and hydrated everyone!

Love Nerdie!

#weekend update #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo #joel miller #pero tovar #marcus pike #javier pena narcos #javier gutierrez #tim rockford #shane morrissey

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Hello hello! Anon here. First of all, congratulations on getting accepted for your courses! Don't worry about trying to balance work and the blog, we will always be here waiting for you. Second of all, your whole Yutu AU has been really fascinating to look through. (Though that may be because of my bias toward Fire Emblem Awakening, as it was what got me into the series) Sorry for the incoming wall of text, but it's been giving me THOUGHTS.

So imagine this: whoever Yutu's dad is (I'll pick Azul for this example because I headcannon his English voice somewhere between Matt Mercer's Chrom and Olivert from The Legend of Heroes games) finds out who Yutu really is. You remember that cutscene after Chapter 13 in Awakening, with the Lucina reveal and Chrom has this: "You deserved better than a sword and a world full of troubles. I'm sorry."? Imagine Yutu hearing something like that: the acknowledgement of everything he's gone through, the pain of knowing his dad couldn't do anything and can't do anything more than offer words, and the reality that it might now be really possible to change the future? I imagine Azul breaking down after hearing all that because the last thing he wants to do is hurt Yuu or his son after everything he's been through. Oh goodness, the two of them both need hugs.

Second: did Crowley tip off the Magic Marshalls (because I think he would) and force Yuu to take the blame for his negligence (because he absolutely would)? Now imagine Yutu finding this out and telling his dad. Now his dad knows Crowley is a cheapskate who fobs his work onto everyone else without a second thought. And now he's responsible for having Yuu taken away and starting all this? Knowing the boys and how far they would go for Yuu I'd imagine they don't take that well. In other words, to slightly alter a quote from Regina in Once Upon A Time: "I guess killing a crow suddenly made the top of my to-do list."

Sorry for the wall of text but that's been rattling around in my head for a few days (so make of it all what you will). Hope you're doing well and looking forward to what's next!

-The anon who loves Riddle & Azul

AHHHHH (i feel like I always take forever to answer your asks I am sosososososososososo sorry, this one just drove me crazy in a good good way)

Listen fire emblem awakening was my entire personality for like all of middle school. The only thing i wanted to talk about was chrobin. I celebrated Morgan and Lucina's birthdays by drawing them. I think I still have a Cherche x Libra fan art thing I drew on some sheet of paper somewhere in my things because I was SO MAD that no one shipped them and I couldn't find fan art of them anywhere and I just oooooooooooh. THE WAY CHROM GETS A NEW CRIT LINE ABOUT HOW ANYTHING CAN CHANGE AFTER THE REVEAL???? BECAUSE OF HOW DETERMINED HE IS TO KEEP THAT PROMISE AND GIVE LUCINA A BETTER WORLD???? i just cant be normal about them i am so sorry. R+A annon I love you, I love you so much for this you made my entire month and possibly my year. Awakening is also what got me into the series and made me so many friends I just love her so much. She's an icon and I hope she gets remastered with Sumia either deleted or with a fucking personality.

I should probably sit down and actually write a timeline for myself of events, but since I am free to lean in to the fire emblem pacing, I want to say that monsters from Yutu's timeline start showing up (similar to how the Risen do in Awakening) in the past and stirring up trouble, which leads to an event where Yutu panics and forgets himself in his desperation to protect his dad. The main way the future kids always proved themselves was by showing their mother's wedding ring, but Yutu doesn't have that so really it's just up to his dad to see someone who looks like him and Yuu blended together, supposedly from Yuu's world using magic and above all else crying out and driving up his own blot levels to protect him calling him dad. For Azul! Yutu it's especially painful, he feels like he already knows what his dad is going to say. That he's disappointed in him. That he has no idea how they could possibly be related. That he hopes in this future he turns out to be different. But that's not what happens.

Before Azul overblotted he was quiet. There's a similar quiet over him now, a similar look of tense surprise, but Yutu- no- his child doesn't know that. His child is looking at him in fear, in worry for his reaction or his safety he doesn't know but he knows the way those tears start to form. Azul knows the quiver of the lip and the shriek, of all the things he could have passed on to such a treasure.

"You deserved better from me." Because it's true. He might think of himself as a work in progress but he still thinks he has quality; he would have done research, read every book he could get his hands on, taken classes, anything he would need to do to be a good father, a worthy partner. Anything. "You deserved to have the world within your grasp, not whatever shadow of a future and a father I left you with. I am so sorry." He does not expect Yutu to grab him and hold him like he's still somehow worthy of his love, but Azul can't fight the urge to grab back, to stroke his son's hair and let the tears fall on his suit without any care at all. I'm here. It's ok, daddy's here, daddy's got you, he won't let anything happen to you.

As for your second question, I did not really write Crowley like that no. It was more like he was the first person mysteriously arrested after the Magical Marshall's decided to finally do their job. I was writing it like they wanted to ship Yuu away to cover up for their own incompetence in preventing seven overblots instead of properly investigating what might have caused that. He's not completely innocent though, so yes. The boys do not take it well at all. And please do not apologize for sending in your thoughts, I am so so slow but I love hearing from you.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #future kid au #azul ashengrotto x yuu #azul ashengrotto x reader #riddle and azul anon

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a fragile line - chapter 33

read on ao3! (153k words) | previous chapter | masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Series tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse, eventual smut.

Series synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

Warnings: animal death. threats of cannibalism. gore.

Word count: 6.4k

Chapter 33

Juliet’s POV:

Juliet hadn’t noticed the men who clung to the side of the building like dark moss. She didn’t see the sight that had made Joel pause. But Juliet saw, with the harshest of clarity, the back end of the shotgun as it assaulted Joel’s temple.

Mouth open in a silent display of horror, Juliet watched as his body crumpled to the ground like paper in a tight fist.

The self preservation that guided her for many years and protected her like a sure compass was nowhere to be found. She didn’t look to her left to find Joel’s attacker. She didn’t even raise her gun, instead, it slipped through her fingers and hit the ground with a sound that never reached her ears.

Juliet didn’t hear herself scream for him but she felt her lips form his name.

Why wasn’t he listening to her? Why wasn’t he moving?

Her skin was numb by the time the first man touched her skin, gripping her wrists and roughly pulling them behind her body before a rope enclosed around them again, again, blocking her blood flow. But Juliet felt nothing. The men around her didn’t exist. They couldn’t exist, because if they did, and that rope around her wrists was real too, then that meant that Joel… that Joel…

No, no no no NO.

“Get up, Joel,” Juliet demanded, her voice hard, mimicking his past commands. “Get up,” she continued when he still didn’t move, louder this time. “Get up. Get up. Get up. GET UP,” Juliet begged.

She tried to drop to her knees, tried to crawl to him. But the men around her had hands under her arms, keeping her upright. Juliet just writhed and bared her teeth, seething like a woman possessed.

Why wouldn’t they let her crawl to him?

Through her burning vision, Juliet watched in cold, biting horror as hands were shoved under Joel’s arms and his motionless body was lifted into the air.

She was screaming again then his feet began to drag against the ground.

Why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he -

Juliet couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t feel anything beyond stunned terror.

Take me with him! She wanted to scream. And maybe she did scream it. Maybe she couldn’t stop screaming.

Sharp heat and a welcome numbness hit her cheek. Too slowly, Juliet’s head tilted towards the hand that slapped her. Her eyes widened when she realised that she knew the man the hands belonged to. Juliet scrambled her confused mind for his name as recognition flared within her. The man had become almost synonymous with her father when she was young; he watched her from corners and lingered in open doorwards as her father hurt her. And he was always first in line when her father opened their game up to other players.

John, Juliet remembered.

“What’re you doing back here, Juliet?” John’s sneering voice asked as the hand that slapped her now gripped her chin, tilting her chin up to meet his face.

Through her hazy mind, she felt his breath coat her cheek and she blinked up at his, too thin, face.

“Don’t care who she is, pick her up and let’s go,” a voice called from behind them.

John’s cracked lips spread into a bloody smile before he pulled her even closer until his lips met her ear.

“You might’ve been something in this town once, sweetheart,” he murmured, causing Juliet's already broken and pounding heart to jump. “Do you know what you are now?” he asked as he pulled back to meet her wide stare.

John’s eyes roamed down her body before he answered.

“Fresh meat.”

……………..

They dragged Juliet through the gate, passing the corpse of the horse that had carried them here.

Its hollowed body told her what fate awaited her.

Her head whipped around. She couldn’t see Joel. Juliet began to scream his name in a guttural cry. She thought that if she yelled enough it might wake her from his nightmare.

God, they must have been watching them since they entered the town.

Joel had questioned Danny for looking over his shoulder but that’s what they should have been doing. Maybe they had grown too comfortable in Jackson, had forgotten the habit all together.

The tall gate that protected the town had been open. Why had it been open? The question had plagued Juliet’s mind as they had searched for Danny.

Only now, as she was dragged through the same streets, did the answer reveal itself like the solution to an old riddle…

What does a starving town, in the midst of winter, with a dead leader, and no contacts or suppliers need most?

Fresh meat.

It was a trap, the open gate had been a snare and they had walked right into it.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Juliet just wanted to know if she was destined to her father’s fate, if his blood had truly corrupted her.

Stupid, fucking selfish suicidal mistake.

Joel was right, he was always right, and yet he still came with her…

And now he was … and now he …

“Joel!” The scream erupted from Juliet’s raw throat.

“Shut her up, will you?” One of the men she only vaguely recognised groaned from behind her.

“It’d be my fucking pleasure,” another one said before the back end of a gun sped towards the side of her head.

…………………………….

Her bed was so cold that the feeling bit through her layers of clothing.

Juliet groaned, trying to turn over away from the chill, but her body wouldn’t follow her commands.

Juliet’s eyes flashed open to a ceiling that she didn’t recognise. Her mind was foggy and the world was still blurry as Juliet blinked a few times and tried to raise a hand to rub at her eyes. But she couldn’t move her arm, why couldn’t she move her arm?

Her memories barreled into her like another hit to the temple.

Joel.

Juliet’s pulse began to roar in her ears as she remembered what had happened and she realised where she was.

She couldn’t move her arms or legs, and it wasn’t a bed she was lying on.

Juliet was strapped to a metal table in what looked like Ethan’s father’s old medic office.

The room had always been kept immaculate when Ethan’s father was alive, but now every surface was overflowing with dirty rags, containers and knives which all had a slick red coating to them which made Juliet’s stomach drop.

She remembered their horse.

“Fresh meat,” John had called her.

Juliet swallowed down her nausea as she tilted her head the best she could to see the floor.

It was stained with blood.

This wasn’t an examination table anymore… It was a butcher’s block.

Despite the chill, a sweat broke out across her forehead. She tried to think of a strategy to get out but all she could think about was Joel.

Where was he? How long had she been out for? … Was he alive?

The door opened so suddenly, Juliet didn’t have time to wipe the horrified look from her face.

It was John. He looked the same as he did in the dark memories of her childhood, except he was now a lot thinner, like Danny. Lost leadership and the effects of winter had hit this town hard.

He opened his mouth but Juliet spoke first.

“Where is he?” she demanded in a voice far stronger than she felt.

John shook his head slowly, and walked to pull a chair over to the table she lay on.

“Slow your horses, sweetheart. You’re not the one asking questions here,” he warned as he sat down and rested his hands on his knees.

“Where is he?” Juliet bit out, ignoring him.

John laughed and leaned back in his chair.

“So you’ve come back, and with Elijah’s killer, no less,” he observed with a quizzical look. “I was out on a supply run when your father was murdered. Knew he was looking for you, though. Just didn’t expect you to betray us, Juliet.”

She swallowed down the fear that was crawling up her throat.

“God, what a disappointment you were to him,” John sighed. “Your father gave you everything, he saved you and yet you brought that monster straight to him.”

Juliet’s heart was pounding so hard in her chest it was difficult to hear John’s voice.

“When I came back, they told me that Elijah was murdered by this crazy man and I -” John paused, shook his head and clasped his hands in front of him. “I vowed that I’d get revenge, one way or another but keeping this town alive became more important.” He rubbed a hand over his face and barked out a surprised, almost delighted laugh. “And then you walk right in, like you own this fucking town and with the psychopath himself. It’s just perfect, couldn’t have wrote it better myself.”

Juliet began to shake her head. “We don’t want any trouble,” she promised.

John tilted his face to the side, to match her position on the table, and looked deep into her eyes.

“Oh we’re way past that now, sweetheart,” he said almost softly as his eyes roamed down her restrained body. “All you are is trouble.”

Juliet squeezed her eyes shut until she saw stars. She couldn’t see a way out of this, she couldn’t even begin to make a plan because her mind was playing a constant loop of Joel’s body crumpling to the ground. Juliet analysed it over and over. Did she see him breathing? Could he have survived this?

“Where is he?” she pleaded.

John stood so suddenly that Juliet flinched. He pushed his chair back with a biting shriek and walked over to the counter.

“He’s no concern of yours now. You brought him right to us, sweetheart,” John replied with his back turned as he fiddled with something on the counter. “You didn’t think we’d want to have a little chat with the man who killed Elijah and left us all to starve?”

Hope slammed into Juliet’s chest, fast and sudden.

“He’s alive?” she choked out. Her eyes began to flood with tears and they leaked onto the cold metal table beneath her.

John turned suddenly, resting his back on the counter, as his lips pulled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You really do care about him, don’t you?” He scoffed, then shook his head. “How the mighty have fallen.”

Juliet said nothing, just bit her lip to stop another scream from erupting.

He’s alive. He’s alive. He’s alive.

“Why’d you come here, Juliet?” John demanded, turning his head to the side. The action made him look menacing, and Juliet remembered that she should be afraid of him, not just because of what he might do to Joel, but what he might do to her.

“We want nothing from you,” she bit out as she struggled against the restraints. Juliet was growing restless, and her breathing grew laboured as she realised there wasn’t an easy way out of this.

She was entirely at John’s mercy; whatever his revenge may include.

“Just let us go,” Juliet pleaded as the ropes that bound her scratched red welts into her skin.

John’s look stretched several moments as he watched her struggle, then he reached for something behind him that Juliet couldn’t see from the angle she lay at.

“No,” he replied quietly as he began to walk towards her, his footsteps slow and careful as though he were approaching a wild beast. “No, this is just too good. You took everything from us,” John’s voice had grown darker. “Your father was a proud man and he provided for us, kept us from starvation every winter… now you’ll have to fulfil that duty.”

Juliet’s stomach dropped as she noticed what was in his hand. The stark overhead lights reflected off the sharpened edge of the cleaver.

“Wait,” she begged and begged and begged.

Juliet’s eyes widened as John’s steps paused. Her entire body trembled as he raised her knife and its mirrored surface reflected her horror stricken face.

This couldn’t be the end. She couldn’t die here.

Juliet had survived this town, she had survived her father, and now…

“Elijah was against this practice, said it was against the word of God,” John murmured in a voice that sounded underwater to Juliet’s ears.

“Wait!” She pleaded again, her own voice almost unrecognisable in her state of terror.

John ignored her.

“But I think under the current circumstances, he’d understand.”

Juliet writhed against her restraints, pushing further against the metal table, wanting to melt into the surface if only to get away from the cleaver now angled dangerously over her body.

“You don’t have to do this,” she screeched. “We have food in our bags, you can have it, you can have it all.”

John’s eyes hit the ceiling. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we got that already.”

The cleaver dropped to her stomach and Juliet’s eyes squeezed shut.

But the blade didn’t pierce her skin. Instead, John used the pointed edge to trace along her jacket, watching as it formed a perfect slash in the fabric.

Nausea washed over her as she pictured what the blade would do to her skin.

“It’s just not enough,” John continued with a click of his tongue.

Her knife was in her boot, if it was even still there. But there was no way for her to get to it. She was entirely defenceless. All the years of fighting and bleeding and learning how to defend herself and, in her final moments, it still wasn’t enough.

Her mind went to Joel. If he was gone already then at least she would join him, wherever they ended up.

In her sweetest fantasies, she’d always imagined they would find a farmhouse, like the one he had described almost a lifetime ago, and live together. They might sit on a porch swing in the evenings and watch as the sun set, then they would walk up the stairs to the bed they shared and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Maybe in another life, she thought.

Juliet’s mind tuned back into reality and John’s voice filtered back through.

Despite the fear and the adrenaline that was pumping through her bloodstream, Juliet frowned as she watched, through tear soaked eyes, as John moved the cleaver away from her chest and, with his other hand, he gripped her wrist.

“We’ll start with something small, see how you manage,” John explained, coldly.

John winced as Juliet’s scream began to fill the room, echoing off every surface. Her throat burned and raged.

He struggled to grip her flailing hand but a quick elbow to her gut paused all her movements.

“This is for Elijah,” John seethed.

Then he brought the cleaver down on her finger, slicing through the bone until it was no longer attached to her body.

Black spots filled her vision immediately and Juliet’s scream vanished at the first flash of pain.

Then there was nothing at all.

……………………………….

“Juliet.”

Her eyes opened, then immediately closed again.

The lights were so bright and something was on fire, but she couldn’t figure out what.

“Juliet, please wake up.”

The voice wouldn’t stop harassing her, it was like a hand had reached through her mind and was dragging her subconscious out of the dark waters up to the surface.

Panic hit her with the first gasp of air.

“Joel?”

Her eyes searched frantically through her tears as her head bent in different directions, desperately trying to find who had pulled her back to life.

“No, it’s me. It’s Danny.”

To her left, there he was, crouched against the table, shaking Juliet’s shoulders.

“Danny?” she asked.

“Listen, we don’t have much time,” he cautioned, letting go of her shoulders.

“Where is he? Is he alive? Please,” Juliet’s questions poured from her, the words overlapped and sleep still clung to her slurred speech.

“Don’t move, I need to wrap your finger,” Danny whispered, avoiding her questions.

My finger?

Juliet had discovered the source of the thick, burning pain and she remembered the glint of satisfaction in John’s eyes.

She tried to lift her hand to her face, to see if it was really gone, but she still couldn’t move her arms. The restraints still held her to the table.

“Untie me. I - I can’t move,” Juliet croaked, her throat raw.

Danny just shook his head and lifted her injured hand, still restricted by the binding on her arm.

Juliet watched with her mouth open in a silent scream as he began to wrap a bandage over the stump of what was left of her finger and around the palm of her hand, over and over until he tied it tight.

Her breathing bordered on hyperventilating as she struggled to not pass out again.

When the job was done, Danny lay her hand by her side and took a step backwards, making no move to untie her.

“Please, untie me. I have to get to him,” Juliet almost sobbed, her voice confused and desperate.

Danny shook his head again, quicker this time, as though he was ashamed.

“I can’t. There’s no time,” he replied quietly.

“What do you mean? Where’s John?” Juliet demanded as her eyes flashed to the closed door.

Danny ran a shaking hand, covered in her blood, over the sharp bones of his face. “He’ll be back soon. He went to Joel,” he revealed reluctantly.

Juliet’s chest ached as the restraints bit through her clothing. “Do you know where they’re keeping him?” she begged.

“You shouldn’t have come back here,” Danny sighed, then nodded to the table she lay on. “That night you were last here, I found you on this table. You were unconscious and Ethan was patching you up while Joel hovered over your body like he’d shoot anyone who came near you,” Danny paused and let out a humourless laugh, “he almost shot me, actually.”

“When he carried you got of here, I thought that, despite everything he’d done, that at least he’d protect you, that maybe you’d have a chance at a life,” Danny said solemnly, staring down at his feet, refusing to meet her eyes.

“Untie me,” Juliet commanded, her voice angry.

Danny stood so still, it was as though he hadn’t heard her at all, then he turned and looked behind him at the door. He was terrified, she realised. Maybe if they hadn't come to the town, it would have been Danny on this table instead of her.

Then he broke the silence, with words sharper and more ruinous than the edge of John’s cleaver:

“Elijah wasn’t lying to you.”

Juliet’s heart stopped.

Danny sat in the empty chair, left behind by John, and dropped his head into his hands. And when his face rose to meet hers, his eyes were glossy with unshed tears.

“You were born not far from here, we all were,” he began. “I was younger than your parents, but I knew them well. I was the son of the town minister and they came to our church, the whole town did, really. I was there at your parents’ wedding and your christening.”

His words didn’t feel real. Juliet could have sworn she was asleep again, floating in her fantasies.

“You were such a happy toddler, you know, you were always smiling,” Danny smiled too, like the memory was clear in his head, until his face darkened. “Then the end of the world happened,” he said grimly, wringing his hands, “and nothing was ever the same.”

“It was a small town and those of us who weren’t infected, we banded together in the church. There were some supplies there and, for a while, we managed.” His voice was quieter now. “Then, a few weeks in, we heard a knock at the door. We knew by that point that the infected didn’t knock, so we opened the door and,” Danny paused to meet Juliet’s eyes, “Elijah was on the other side, with his daughter.”

Juliet swallowed roughly, and her heart jumped at the mention of his name.

“He’d always lived in town with his wife, and their daughter was about your age. They always kept to themselves, they came to church but never stayed long afterwards,” Danny explained. “It was a surprise to see them, to say the least. Especially because they were covered in blood and his wife was gone.”

A chill settled over Juliet’s body, sinking deep into her bones.

“We checked them for bites and we let them stay and Elijah I guess slowly took up the role as the leader of our group. He was skilled and he knew how to appeal to people,” Danny paused to run a hand through the greasy strands of his thinning, grey speckled hair. “Then… then his daughter was killed.”

Juliet’s breath caught in her throat.

“It was a freak accident. The church was swarmed and so many survivors were bitten, including his daughter.” His eyebrows furrowed, as he considered his next words. “I watched him kill her. A bullet straight between her eyes. She was only three.”

Tears hit the metal table.

Danny stretched his back and nervously looked around him at the door as though John would walk in at any moment, then he turned back to Juliet. “Things are hazy in my mind after that,” he stated. “We moved out of the church, Elijah had found us an abandoned farm with some good land, and we started hunting for food.”

“Your parents were strong, and brave. They volunteered to hunt and I didn’t notice it at first but Elijah started to spend more and more time with them, and more time with you. It seemed like a man grieving his daughter and no one really paid any mind but, I don’t know, it was almost possessive.”

Danny’s story unravelled like an old ball of tangled string, bringing more troubles with every pull.

“I don’t know how it happened. I wasn’t there, but your father went on a supply run… and only Elijah returned.”

Juliet bit her lip hard and a sharp metallic taste entered her mouth. She swallowed it down.

“Your mother was… I’ve never heard anyone scream like that. Elijah said your father had been bit and he had to kill him but,” Danny shrugged. “Your mother died not long after.”

“No,” Juliet whispered, not realising the word had left her mouth. It was too much to take in. Her whole world was unravelling.

“She had taken you down to the river to bathe but hours later, neither of you had returned. Elijah eventually found you, sitting on the riverbank, alone with your mother’s jacket draped over you.”

Juliet couldn’t feel the pain of her severed finger anymore. She was numb with a loss of people she couldn’t remember, but had offered her a love that had been taken from her.

“He said that she drowned herself on purpose,” Danny’s voice cracked. “But your mother would have never left you alone.”

A sob worked its way up Juliet’s throat but she didn’t let it out. Danny wasn’t finished.

“Elijah took you in straight away. You even looked like his daughter,” he winced. “I - no one could even question it. People worshipped him, and if we wanted to live, we had to go along with it.”

Juliet tried to speak but her voice was muted. She coughed out a weak sound and then tried again.

“What were they like, my parents?” she asked quietly.

At her question, Danny’s hollow eyes found some life again.

“They were good people, Juliet,” he tried to smile. “Truly good. They were kind and they loved you so much. They were nothing like him.”

Juliet let out the sob this time, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Why did no one tell me? Why did you all let him hurt me?” she asked like a confused child.

Danny held the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, wincing. “I was a coward. We all were.” He let go of his nose and his eyes locked on the ropes around her body. “I still am.”

“No,” Juliet gasped out as she began to write against her restraints again. “No, you can get me out of here, just hand me a knife. Please.”

Danny shook his head slowly. “He’ll kill me.”

“Elijah’s dead,” Juliet said forcefully, the words still felt unreal to her. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

Danny still didn’t look up at her.

“Don’t let someone else dictate your life for another twenty years,” she ground out. “Come on, please.You owe me this,” Juliet seethed.

Danny’s eyes flashed to hers. His mouth opened and for a split second, Juliet saw him make a decision, and watched him begin to speak the words and then -

The door flew open, banging against the wall with a sound that made Danny jump from his chair.

“What the hell are you doing here?” John demanded as his hard gaze bounced between Juliet, still bound to the table, and Danny, now standing in front of him.

To his credit, Danny didn’t flinch. “Just came to check on her,” he explained.

“Yeah?” John asked, tilting his head to the side. “And who fucking told you to do that?”

“I’m leaving,” Danny said as he tried to move around John to the door.

“No you’re not,” John protested with a heavy hand on his chest, pushing him towards the table Juliet lay on.

“Do you wanna be the one on the table?” John demanded, then laughed sickly when Danny didn’t answer. “Yeah, didn’t think so.”

John’s hand pushed him again, until Danny practically leant against the table.

Juliet stared at Danny’s back, desperately avoiding eye contact with John lest he take another finger as retribution.

Her eyes were focused on Danny’s thin, hunched shoulders until a flare of light caught her eye. She looked down… there was a knife in Danny’s back pocket. Her knife. The blade was open and ready.

He’d brought it for her, despite not having the courage to give it to her himself.

Maybe there was some bravery left in him.

Juliet tuned out John’s anger fueled words as he fired them at Danny and she started to inch her hand towards the knife. The pain from her missing finger was stronger than she’d expected and Juliet had to bite down on her lip again to stop a scream from escaping.

Her remaining fingers inched closer and closer to the knife until finally they enclosed around the blade. Its sharp edge cut into her flesh, forcing Juliet to bite her lip even harder, and every time she thought she gained a grip… it slid from her fingers again.

She was losing time. John was going to kick Danny out any second… or worse. She had to get this knife now.

Ignoring the bite of the blade, Juliet tugged with all the strength she had remaining in her butchered hand and the knife finally slid free. She grasped it carefully, terrified that it would drop onto the metal table.

John continued his power trip, pointing vile accusations Danny’s way. Juliet tuned him out again and focused on turning the blade in her trembling hand until the sharp edge grazed the rope around her wrist.

Sweat began to bead across her forehead despite the temperature in the room as the knife threatened to slip from her hand. Without her index finger, gaining a good grip was impossible but she kept trying until the blade cut through the first fibres of the rope.

John had Danny by the throat now but his body was still covering the movement of her hand as she pushed the knife harder and faster, slicing the rope again and again and again.

Then, as Danny was pushed against the counter, and a gun was pressed to his head, the rope released from her wrist.

Juliet choked out a strangled gasp as she rapidly assessed the situation around her.

Danny was shouting at John, with words that her panicked mind couldn’t comprehend.

John’s back was turned, this was the distraction she needed.

With her hand freed, Juliet pushed down the pain and used the knife to cut through the rope on her other wrist, faster this time with her returned mobility.

John landed a punch on Danny’s face, causing him to sag against the counter.

Juliet’s eyes flashed towards him but she had to keep working. The knife was at the rope around her chest then finally the rope around her legs.

Time slowed to a crawl as she lifted her numb legs and managed to drop onto the floor. She stumbled but caught herself on the metal table with her damaged hand.

She couldn’t help it. Juliet yelled out in pain.

John whirled towards her, gun in hand. Juliet’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes widened.

“No, you don’t,” he growled and stepped towards her, aiming to grab her by the middle.

But, despite the shock, Juliet was ready. As he reached for her side, Juliet whipped her arm around until her knife lodged in his shoulder then she pulled back, unleashing it with a spray of blood.

“Fuck,” he shouted, stumbling back as his free hand rose to cover the fresh wound.

Juliet eyed the door, fueled by adrenaline and the desperate, searing need to find Joel. But unfortunately John handled a stab wound better than Juliet expected, because within seconds he had his gun pointed at her head.

Despite the adrenaline in her bloodstream, the injury and the lack of food and water had taken its toll. Juliet’s hands rose in the hair as her body began to sway.

“You really are trouble, aren’t you?” John sneered.

In her desperation, Juliet’s eyes flickered to Danny’s, begging him desperately to help her. But Danny had a different idea, quickly he began to mouth a phrase over and over, urging her to understand.

She peered closer, blinking fast as her mind whirled.

Juliet thought he was saying “Elijah’s house.”

She gasped when realisation slapped her across the face. Elijah’s house. That’s where Joel was. He was telling her where Joel was being kept.

“Don’t look at him,” John interrupted fiercely. “He can’t help you.”

The sound of the gunshot was so unexpected that Juliet’s hands flew to her ears and her eyes squeezed shut.

She hadn’t even seen him move the gun in his direction. She hadn't even noticed when he decided to change target.

The gunshot rang in her ears, muting the rest of the world.

But Juliet could see clearly and her eyes dropped to Danny’s body, now slumped on the floor against the cabinet with a ring of red surrounding his face.

It took a moment for the moment to catch up with her. Juliet felt two steps behind. How did this happen?

Juliet’s eyes slowly lifted from Danny’s unresponsive body to John’s towering presence, breathing heavy as he watched her reaction.

“What did you do?” she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

“What did I do?” he scoffed. “Get back on the table.”

Juliet shook her head like an impudent child.

John rolled his eyes and tucked his gun into his back pocket, then in two strides he was in front of her, gripping her knife from her numb fingers and dropping it on the floor, before he kicked it out the way.

Then his hands were on her shoulders, roughly pushing her towards the table.

Juliet’s thoughts were too slow and her actions too weak, as the events washed over her in disjointed moments. Danny was dead. Her parents were good people. Joel was still out there.

Oh god.

He was still out there. He needed her.

Juliet twisted her body before her mind realised what she was doing and she pushed with all of her strength against John’s unsuspecting body.

He stumbled backwards with a frown, then his eyes grew darker and he reached for her again.

But Juliet was smaller than him, and she knew how to use this to her advantage when men were coming towards her. She ducked immediately, twisting herself under his arm until she stood behind him, breathing heavy, waiting.

She had no plan other than ‘don’t get killed.’

Juliet was moving on pure instinct from all her years surviving. John staggered towards her, a snarl taking over his mouth.

Strangely, he didn’t use his gun on her.

He must prefer his meat fresh, she thought.

An image of herself lying on that table for days on end as body part after body part was hacked off flashed into her mind and Juliet’s body went into overdrive.

She darted to the side, avoiding John’s outstretched hand.

He was strong but she was quick, and finally, she had a plan.

The cat and mouse game continued as Juliet steered John towards the counter closest to Danny’s body.

She was quick but that didn’t matter when she backed herself into a corner. John’s hands found her throat and he squeezed and squeezed as he pushed her into the cabinet behind her.

His eyes were flaring with sick pleasure as Juliet felt her face turn red with dwindling oxygen.

Panic struck her mind but she didn’t let it linger. Her hands flailed out, as though she were gripping for the counter to hold her weakening body up. But she wasn’t.

Juliet was searching, searching for the cleaver.

Black spots appeared in her vision as she finally enclosed her fingers around the wooden handle. Her wrist was still weak from the restraints so she had to tighten her hold before she could swing the makeshift weapon.

Just as it had sliced off her finger in one fell swoop, the cleaver lodged itself in John’s back like his spine didn’t even exist.

Through her hazy oxygen deprived eyes, Juliet watched John’s mouth form a shocked silent expression before his legs crumpled beneath him… just as Joel’s had.

At the reminder, Juliet’s hazy vision turned a dark, dangerous red and she drowned out the sound of his gasping whimpers.

Juliet kept her eyes locked on his and she took her time bending to her knees, until she straddled his writhing body.

The cleaver was high in the air before she had even committed to her act. Then she dropped it down.

The spray of blood splattered against her face like a hot shower after a cold day.

In the back of her mind, Juliet thought of Elijah and the cruelty that was housed within his body. With every slash of the cleaver as she brought it down again and again on John’s already butchered stomach, Juliet wondered if it was already too late for her. If Elijah’s sickness had found its way into her bloodstream despite their lack of relation.

But he had no claim to her, he never had. She wasn’t destined to be locked in that basement, she wasn’t destined to be tortured every day of her childhood, she wasn’t even destined to turn out like him.

Juliet had parents, real parents who loved her. She was supposed to grow up with kind parents and become a kind person, the type of person who forgave and who never lifted a hand against another.

But that didn’t happen.

And in this world, that girl, the girl she was supposed to be, would have been killed a long time ago.

Finally, she was free from the curse of her father’s possession and the sick promise of his heritage. Juliet could be her own person, she wasn’t bound to become one thing or another.

Maybe one day, she might allow herself to be kind and try out a life without bloodshed and violence.

But today wasn’t that day. And, despite everything, Elijah had taught her well.

For a final time, Juliet would heed his lessons of pain and torture, to save Joel.

To save the man she loved.

Juliet’s arm ached viciously but she brought the cleaver down a final time, welcoming the blood that dripped down her face.

As Juliet stood on trembling legs, she stared down at John’s still form and empty chest and realised with a sick satisfaction that he now looked a little like their horse.

She didn’t bother wiping the blood from her face, Juliet just bent down to collect her knife from where it landed on the floor and tuck it firmly in her boot. Then she dug John’s gun from his back pocket and put it in her own.

When she walked around the table towards the back door, Juliet forced herself not to look at Danny. He was the last connection to the parents she never knew she had. And now he, too, was gone.

In the end, he tried not to be a coward, and maybe there was some forgiveness in Juliet afterall.

The backdoor opened easily. John had a lot of trust in the ropes that bound her to the table.

The winter sun was bright in the sky when she opened the door, and Juliet blinked several times as her brain processed the change from the artificial lighting.

She started walking in the direction of the house where almost every scar on her body was formed. Her legs were weak and she kept stumbling but that didn’t stop her.

Joel had to be alive. Juliet couldn’t even consider a possibility where he wasn’t.

She got him into this fucking mess, and she would get him out.

The desperation poured over her and Juliet was choked by it.

She was going too slow, she had to move faster. Juliet had brought Elijah’s murderer back here and the town wanted its revenge.

But she wouldn’t let that happen. This town owed her, for every blind eye when her blood was spilled, for every silent voice when she begged them for help.

This town couldn’t have him.

It had taken her childhood, her innocence, and her faith in humanity.

It wouldn’t take him too.

Juliet started to run, her feet crushing over the frosted grass as she raced across the field. Her loose hair flew around her head, mimicking the thoughts that sped through her mind.

He can’t be gone. He can’t be gone. He can’t be gone.

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Nearing the last few chapters of this story 😭 I'm going to be so sad when it's done but I'm also just super proud of it. Thanks for reading this far ❤️

#joel miller x original character #joel miller x oc #joel miller x female oc #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller angst #ao3 fanfic #joel miller fanfic #joel miller #joel miller hbo #tlou #joel tlou #the last of us #pedro pascal #tlou hbo #joel hbo #the last of us hbo #Spotify

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Would love to hear more about your thoughts on Mermista being your favorite character from She Ra 👀 if you ever felt like sharing

I’m totally not biased at all but I too think she’s the best character

I think this is really interesting, because a character can be someone’s favourite for a ton of reasons. Sometimes it is aesthetics, or mood, or empathy, but I like Mermista because of how she operates as a vessel for storytelling.

And before I start on this tangent, please be aware that this is, by nature, subjective. If you don’t like Mermista, state your case in the replies. Please don’t take my word as gospel.

SPOILERS AHEAD (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

So, I am a fan of wordless storytelling. It’s why I love the traditional mystery films and old western flicks. I like the pacing that comes from characters wandering around and not saying anything, but working things out in a way that the audience can see.

This is partially because writing dialogue is easy, but writing good dialogue is infinitely more difficult than anything, and I am still getting the hang of it, so a lot of what I write is slow and methodical. But I also think that visual storytelling is a lot more interesting and easier for me personally to keep track of.

It's Show Don’t Tell taken to its logical extreme, and while its situational, it really works for me.

Which brings me to Mermista, who I think has less than half the number of the lines as Frosta, despite being on screen for a ton more. That is because no dialogue with Mermista is ever wasted, and instead she takes in situations and thinks.

The only times Mermista ever really speaks are when she needs to communicate information quickly, and when she is annoying one of the other princesses for the fun of it. Even with Shadow Weaver, she finds the quickest possible solution, she interrupts her by calling her a name. She throws her off balance, then gets back to being quiet.

Case and point, at the end of No Princess Left Behind, Mermista doesn’t give a speech, or tell anyone that she is feeling sad. She just turns away from the camera and acts out her emotions subtly.

But the show doesn’t write this as just a strength for Mermista, it’s core to what I keep saying about how the series writes tragedy. Each character’s greatest strength is their greatest weakness. Mermista is detached and methodical, but that’s a façade, and it means she is totally unequipped to handle big emotions. She doesn’t know how to respond to Entrapta’s death, and she is totally unprepared emotionally to cope with the fall of Salineas later on.

In that way she acts as a counter to Perfuma, who is all about those big emotions and big connections. But there are other things that show them as opposites.

For example, Mermista is dynamic as hell. Part of her water theming is that she is able adapt to almost any situation and work through a problem. She can fit any shape, and fill any role in the team. She’s a bruiser, or a scout, or a tank, or a saboteur. But she’s also dynamic ethically.

You may notice that Mermista has the single most flexible moral compas in the team. Not in the sense that she is morally grey, (or morally pink like Glimmer), but in the sense that she applies a different framework to each problem she is faced with. She doesn’t have a thing against deceiving, trickery, or even killing if the situation calls for it, but she never strays into that dubious territory because she knows when to implement it and when that fails, she tries something else. Mermista perseveres and adapts.

Perfuma, however, is the She-Ra equivalent of Batman. I’m not joking about this, and I will talk about it in a later post. In short, however, Perfuma’s greatest strength is her uncompromising moral code. That’s how she gets through to Scorpia at the end. But it also means she is utterly inflexible, hence why she can’t work with cacti or Entrapta.

The reason I bring both of them up together is because their balancing out of each other leads to character development over the course of the story. Perfuma learns to widen her understanding of the world, and that she doesn’t realy have to subvert her morals to do so, and Mermista gains a healthy framework with which she can interact with people and form meaningful relationships.

For example, she can’t really react to Sea Hawk at the start of the series because she doesn’t know how to. She thinks in problems to be solved, but people aren’t that. At the end of the series, they become a couple because of the development seen above.

Essentially, I like Mermista because I like the story that is being told about her, and the way in which it is told. She's also just a big ol' nerd, which is just a joy to watch.

Just stop giving her one liners. I’m talking to the show and a few fanfics I have read. They’re jarring. Please, let my girl brood.

#rants #literary analysis #literature analysis #what's so special about...?#character analysis #she ra and the princesses of power #spop #she ra #mermista can do no wrong #mermista #spop mermista #she ra mermista #perfuma #answered

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hey blue <3 so i’ve been thinking about this for a while and i don’t know if it’s been asked before, but how do you come up with the titles for your fics?? they all have this air of catholic guilt and poetic power that just hits every time and i would love to know your process for coming up with them?

Honestly, it really depends.

Some of them have ties to real phrases ex. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil -> See No Evil, Speak No Evil Family Doesn't End in Blood

Some of them are vagueish connections to the story's content ex. Laying Down the Sword is kinda a connection to Jason's never-ending fight against crime until he decided to walk away (Also a very, very loose nod to Joan of Arc, who also carried a sword and fought in a battle until killed young) Like a Barbed Wire Noose -> pain from throat bad enough to feel like a barbed wire noose (if you've ever had strep throat, you'll know what I'm talking about.)

Some were courtesy of friends ex. My Soul Follows My Decay @speaching Hellblazer's Apprentice @duskyashe The Devil's Eyes and His Voice Behind was someone in a fandom server I'm in but I can't remember for the life of me who it was right now.

Some are more just because I loved how they were comedic/ironic ex. Two Rounds of Shots (But One's Alcohol and One's a Bullet) Hamlet Has Nothing on Me! Evil is Subjective and All I Wanted Was Some Fucking Sliced Bread

Others were more as pointed towards DC elements ex. Burn His Kingdom and Salt the Ashes -> Bruce is "Gotham's Prince" so Talia and Jason knock him off his pedestal Crumbling Pillars, Failing Foundations -> The security and tight-knitted dynamics of batfamily are falling apart. Bruce's rule and reputation that were placed on pillars are crumbling as the family sees the truth; and the foundation of trust is failing because of this.

There are (yet to be seen) titles that come from song lyrics, so go listen to the playlists I have if you want to try and get a hint ;)

I explained a bit of the origins of Red is the Color of Sinners series' name in this post. But also, I chose that name because both characters have a strong connection to the color red and considering Jason is a priest in one DC timeline, I kinda imagined he has some ties to religion and just went ham on it. Since Matt says he has the Devil in him and Jason does commit murder, they're both sinners (Hurrayyyy good ol' fashioned Catholic guilt) :D

On another note, in terms as to how I come up with them, I worked a very boring job at a grocery store and used to daydream the hell out of stuff for my stories to help kill time. Either that or they just kinda come to me when I'm sleeping or doing something like taking a shower or doing dishes, and then it's a mad scramble to write it down before I forget lol. Occasionally they'll go through name changes but for the most part, they stay the same.

#jason todd #batman #red is the color of sinners #dc #red hood #dc comics #my fanfic #daredevil #matt murdock #netflix daredevil #jason peter todd #robin ii #robin #hellblazer's apprentice #hellblazer comic #hellblazer #john constantine #asks

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🌑 Toxic 🌑

~Human!Adam⚡ x Reader x Human!Lucifer🪽

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3 𖦹 Part 4 𖦹 Part 5

Summary: Human AU. You and Adam are in a band together playing bass and lead singer/guitar respectively. You were asked to join though by Adams childhood best friend Lucifer. He knew you were talented and when he told you he produces a rock band, you were thrilled to join. Ever since, you've had a bit of a thing with Adam, though the two of you don't define it. But when Lucifer starts getting fed up with his Adam treats you, Adam realizes that he has some real competition.

Warnings/Promises for series: 18+, smut every chapter, no use of y/n, female reader, jealousy, love triangle, public sex, facial, unhealthy/toxic relationship, voyeurism, oral sex (m & f receiving), alcohol, use of C-word, dubcon/noncon, forcefulness, NTR elements

Warnings/Promises for part 1: 18+, female reader, jealousy, love triangle, public sex, facial, unhealthy/toxic relationship

You walk across the stage, setting up the speakers and other equipment when you see a figure walking in your direction.

"Oh, hey Adam,” you call out with a smile.

Adam smirks as he sees you, his eyes raking over your form with a hunger he can't ignore. He saunters up to you, standing close as he whispers in your ear. "Hey, there I see you're busy setting up."

You raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, we have a gig tonight, remember?" You say, curious where this is going.

Adam chuckles and runs a hand through his messy hair "Of course I remember. I just like watching you work, it's... sexy." He smirks and you roll your eyes at him, but can't deny the smile that rises to your lips.

"Lemme Guess, you ou wanna blow off steam before tonight?" You say, giving him shit, but he knows you're not really upset.

Adam laughs and steps closer, his hand reaching out to brush against your waist. "Well, I'm always up for a good time. How about it? Want to blow off some steam with me?" He winks.

You blush a little and look down at the ground. "Okay fine," you say, trying to play it cool. "Let me just finish hooking up these speakers. Alright?"

Adam smirks and watches you work, admiring the way you move. Once you finish he steps closer, placing a hand on your waist and pulling you close to him "You know, I've been thinking about fucking you all day. Can't wait to get my hands on you."

You let out a little gasp of surprise, never expecting how bold he can be. "Adam!?" You whisper-yell, "People will hear you!" You look around, nervous.

Adam just laughs and pulls you in for a kiss, not caring if anyone sees. His hand roaming over your body, gripping your ass tightly "Let them hear. I don't care."

You give his chest a playful smack before pushing off of him and heading towards the curtain leading to backstage. Adam smirks and follows after you, his hand reaching out to smack your ass as he passes. He pulls the curtain open and steps into the backstage area with you. "Where do you think you're going?”

"Somewhere more private, you maniac." You try to say it like you're mad, but a laugh slips out with it. "I'm not really ready to fuck on-stage quite yet," you say with heavy sarcasm.

Adam chuckles and grabs your hand, pulling you towards a secluded corner of the backstage area. He pushes you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. "Fine, we'll do it here then. I can't wait any longer."

You look around, you’re covered on two sides by walls and one by high stacked chairs but one side is open. If anyone were to walk past there...

“Wait! Adam, right here!?" You ask as you feel his hands begin to roam your body, his lips on your neck.

Adam smirks against your skin and nips at you possessively, his hands sliding down to your thighs as he hoists you up against the wall. His hips spreading your legs apart as he grinds against you. "Yes, right here."

You try to stifle your gasp as you feel his growing bulge pressing against you under your skirt.

"B-but what if someone sees!?"

Adam laughs and kisses you hard, his hands gripping your ass as he pulls you closer. His tongue invading your mouth as he claims you.

"Let them watch."

You let out a loud moan as his tongue fights yours for dominance. Despite your protests, your ankles are locked around his waist and your arms are tight around his neck. Adam groans and starts to grind against you harder, his hands roaming your body as he kisses you deeply. He bites at your bottom lip and sucks on it before pulling back to look at you. "See? No one's here. It's just us."

Your face is pink, dazed, your eyes only half open. He knows this look, this is your *I'm in subspace, you can do whatever you want* face. Adam smirks and slides his hand down to your panties, pulling them aside to rub at your entrance. He looks up at you, his eyes burning with lust.

"You're so wet for me already. You *want* me to fuck you right here, don't you?"

"A-ah!" You moan as he touches you. "A- Adam, l-ah!"

Adam grins as he rubs faster, feeling you getting wetter and wetter at his touch. He leans down to suck on your neck, leaving a mark as he whispers in your ear. "Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you.

"I-I..." You blush, he knows how shy you are, but he loves pushing you.

Adam's smirk turns into a grin as he rubs harder and faster until you're writhing beneath him. "Say it, baby. Tell me you want my cock inside you. That you can't fucking wait for me to fuck you behind these chairs backstage."

"Please, please Adam, I want to feel you inside me, please...!" You whisper it, but the words still feel so loud to you.

Adam's eyes light up when he hears you begging. He pulls his hand away and unzips his pants, pulling out his cock.

"You want this? You want me to fuck your tight pussy?"

"Yes, please..." You say with a glassy look. "I want it..."

Adam grins as he pulls you closer and lines himself up with your entrance, pushing inside of you slowly.

"So fucking tight... God, you're amazing." His hands go to your waist, pulling and pushing you forward so he can fuck you as he moans loudly.

You gasp as he fills you, stretching you to fit him. You press the back of your hand to your lips to stifle any noises trying to escape, still afraid of getting caught.

Adam's thrusts are rough and deep, causing you to cry out in pleasure. He covers your mouth as he continues to fuck you hard against the wall. "Quiet, baby. We don't want anyone to find out, do we?" He teases, using your earlier concerns against you.

You gaze at him over his hand, your eyes are wet, half-lidded, bedroom eyes… Adam grins as he sees your sexed out look, knowing you're enjoying this just as much as he is.

"That's a good girl. Take all of me." His thrusts get faster, hitting deeper, causing you to moan into his hand while trying to move your hips to get him even deeper.

Adam smirks and takes his hand off your mouth, grabbing onto your hips for leverage. He slams into you over and over again, filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"You like that? You like when I fuck you hard like this?"

"Y-yes...!" You blush and admit.

Adam grins and leans in close to your ear, whispering. "I knew you couldn't resist my big, thick cock." He grips onto your hips tighter as he continues to pound into you, his thrusts becoming even more intense. "You're mine, baby.”

You feel his thrusts growing more erratic and you know that he's close.

“Adam," you say tapping his chest, “B-before you get too close put me down. You didn't use a condom so I'll just swallow it..." You say through whimpers.

Adam smirks as he realizes you're volunteering to swallow his load. He pulls out, helping you to your knees and strokes his cock, aiming it at your mouth.

"You want this, baby? You want to taste my cum?"

You sit on your knees in front of him with your tongue stuck out and nod. Adam moans and closes his eyes as his orgasm hits him, shooting his load all over your face.

"Fuck, baby. You look so fucking hot like this." He gasps as he finishes, still stroking his cock slowly as you lick up every last drop of cum off him.

You let out a shiver, one eye shut, a string of semen stretched over it. Adam chuckles and reaches down to pull you up just enough to take you into a deep kiss.

"Mmm, that was incredible, baby." He smirks and kisses you again, not caring that he just came all over your face and tongue.

Adam cleans himself up and tosses you a towel, watching as you wipe his cum off your face. He loves the sight of you on your knees, cleaning his cum off yourself.

"You're so fucking hot, baby." he winks. "But you might want to go redo your makeup before the show..."

You nod, slightly embarrassed as Adam walks off, confident and satisfied. He's happy he just had a great fuck and he's excited to get on stage and perform. He's already thinking about how maybe next time he can make you go down on him, maybe even again backstage before the show.

Lucifer sees a very satisfied Adam walk out from backstage and decides to go see what he was up to. As he pulls the curtain aside he sees you wiping at your face with a towel, your makeup smeared and your your clothes disheveled.

He gulps, trying to hide his jealousy as he puts two and two together. Between the state of your clothes and the satisfied look on Adam's face, he's pretty sure he knows what he just walked in on.

"Uh, everything alright here? You look...worn out." he asks you.

You see him walking towards you and put on a smile, trying to quickly clean your face and straighten out your dress.

"Lucifer!" You call out both anxiously and excitedly.

He smiles back at you, trying to hide his true feelings. "Hey there, how's it going?" His eyes scan over your body, taking in your appearance. “Need some help?"

"Oh no, no. The stage is almost set up for the gig tonight. I just need to run mic checks and put down the placement tape." The words rush out of your mouth as you try to distract him from what it obviously looks like just happened.

Raising an eyebrow, Lucifer is not convinced by your explanation but decides to play along.

"Ah, I see. Mind if I help you?" He steps closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "It would be a pleasure to work with such talent."

You blush, tucking a tangled lock of hair behind your ear. "Oh. thank you."

He smirks at your reaction, enjoying the effect he has on you. "No problem at all. Anything for my favorite musician." He takes the mic checker from your hand and starts setting it up, occasionally sneaking glances at you.

You watch as he expertly sets everything up. "How did you get so good at this stuff? Do you play any instruments?" You ask, realizing you never have before.

He finishes setting up the mics and turns to face you with a sly smile.

“Well, I've had plenty of time to practice. And as for instruments, I can play a few. But I find it much more enjoyable to watch you." He stops, blushing when he realizes what he's just said. "I mean! because you're so talented!"

You blush at the compliment just as Adam comes around again, putting his arm around your waist.

"Hey babe," he looks down at your face. "Ooh, you really need to fix your makeup," he says with a laugh.

Lucifer's smile falters at the sight of Adam's arm around you, and he clenches his jaw in silent frustration.

"I can help you with that if you want?" He says, glaring at Adam. "You should be more careful with the ones you love."

"Careful? Careful how?" Adam asks him.

Lucifer's eyes flicker to yours and then back to Adam's, cold and accusing. "Maybe you should try being more mindful of her, hm? Instead of just treating her like a toy." He widens his stance in a threatening manner as he speaks, his voice dark.

Adam's face pinches at that. "What are you implying...?" he asks, his anger brewing. Sensing the tension, you move between the two men.

"Hey guys, its ok. really."

Slowly, reluctantly, Lucifer stands down and sighs "Nothing, sorry Adam. I just get... It's nothing." He looks down at you, a hint of worry in his eyes. He reaches out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes softening as he looks down at you "I just worry, that's all." His voice is quiet, but it holds a weight that resonates through the room.

You blush again and Adam's brow furrows, not liking how comfortable he is with touching you, he pulls you away from Lucifer and into his chest. "Hey if you're done fixing up the stage, I could use some help in the dressing room..." Adam says to you.

Lucifer's face darkens as he watches the scene unfold, his body poised to intervene if need be, but he stops himself and scoffs as you're pulled away. He crosses his arms, his words dripping with sarcasm "What exactly do you need her help with? she was busy helping me."

"No, Luci, it's ok-" you start but Adam cuts you off, your use of a nickname with him triggering something on him.

"I'm a healthy young man. Sometimes you just need a little help..." he says with a smirk, turning with you in arm, his hand purposely snaking down to grab your ass, knowing Lucifer will see it.

Lucifer's eyes narrow as he watches his friend touch you so intimately. He can't take it, he can't sit back and watch as he treats you like this; disrespects you. He wants to snatch you out of his gasp, but he can't. Adam is your boyfriend and he can't do anything about it. He decides instead to sneakily follow you as Adam leads you to your private dressing room.

This was a story request from an anon that I got really into lol. I'm thinking this is going to be 5 parts? Maybe 6? We'll see.

Art of (Human Lucifer) by @notherpuppet and (Rockstar Adam) by @marblescorner

Thank you for letting me use your wonderful art.

Taglist: @shadowqueen1318 @liveontelevision

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This week, we have nine (nein) fics that feature Time/Dimension Travel: Other universes, Isekai, time travel (in either direction)! Check them out beneath the cut and if you like them, remember to comment and kudos!

Remember Me in the Intervals by inkedinserendipity (70530,Teen) Warnings: the author doesn't warn for them but canon character backstory elements, major character death (implied) Pairings: The Mighty Nein & Caleb Widogast, Beau/Yasha, Yasha/Zuala, Caleb/Mollymauk

Caleb goes back to fix everyone's backstories instead of his own, basically.

Reccer says: It illustrates very clearly how much Caleb loves the Nein. Listen, this is SUCH a heart-wrenching story, I always cry when I read it BE WARNED! I usually read it twice: first in chapter order and then in chronological order.

In this World or any Other by Amrynth (1907,Teen) Warnings: Major Character Death (Canon) Pairings:

After Mollymauk's death in the Marrow Valley, he wakes up in the library with a burning need: to get back to his friends.

Reccer says: I liked it

The Worlds Between Us by Nellaplanet (159303,Mature) Warnings: graphic depictions of violence Pairings: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett/Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett/Jester Lavorre

Or; Caleb and Beau have to rapidly reexamine their worldview upon discovering that magic is not only real, but exists in a world all of its own (and that the people wielding it are unfairly attractive and very, very dangerous).

Reccer says: One of the great isekais in the fandom! I love all of the different elements they were able to weave in

every moment changes lifetimes (even moments we regret) by grayintogreen (789,Teen) Warnings: Major Character Death (time loops) Pairings:

Caleb is in a time loop, staring at the temporal dock

Reccer says: Heartbreaking and an interesting form

Fortune's Favor (Fortune's Fools) by flashhwing (30289,Teen) Warnings: Choose not to warn Pairings: Eventual Shadowgast

In another timeline, the Mighty Nein fall to Lucien. Essek, with Artagan-the-weasel's help, travels back in time to save them.

Reccer says: It's fun to see a late campaign Essek try to wrangle an Early Campaign Mighty Nein

What endures beyond the silent edge by Beleriandings (241985,Teen) Warnings: Choose not to warn Pairings: Canon relationships present

The Ring of Brass fall into the future during the Apogee Solstice. There, they meet the Nein.

Reccer says: It's fun seeing the various parallels and crossovers!

Fall Back by Killbothtwins (4050,Teen) Warnings: No archive warnings apply Pairings: Beauregard Lionett & Caleb Widogast

After the fight at the Malleus Key, mid-C3 Beau and Caleb are shunted not only through space but also through time, arriving back in early Campaign Two to friends who are very surprised by their sudden changes.

Reccer says: A really fun idea and a great way to highlight just how much change all of the Nein have gone through since the beginning of the series. Killbothtwins has a fun writing style and an excellent grasp of the characters' voices, the bantering reads just like what we hear around the table.

The Heart External by BeatriceEagle (3554,Teen) Warnings: CNTW Pairings: Caleb & Beau, Beau & Bren, Caleb & Bren, Caleb & OC, Beau/Yasha, Caleb/Essek

Post-C2. As Beau struggles with the challenges of being a new adoptive parent of a teenager, she receives an SOS from Caleb. She arrives to find him standing over his bound, unconscious younger self—and though Bren should be just an echo, it seems he isn't going anywhere.

Reccer says: A fantastic Caleb & Beau QPR—with all the warmth *and* friction of the original—as well as a nuanced, thoughtfully observed take on what Caleb being brought face-to-face (literally) with his younger self would really mean.

in the times inbetween by jakia (8098,Teen) Warnings: miscarriage, fantasy racism, homophobia (all mild but present) Pairings: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast Una Ermendrud & Caleb Widogast Leofric Ermendrud & Caleb Widogast

Una Ermendrud meets Caleb Widogast for the first time when she is nineteen and pregnant, and he’s passed out in her azaleas.'

Reccer says: It's everything I ever wanted in a 'Caleb actually completes his goal' fic: Una immediately clocks Caleb as the 'weird but sweet and harmless' type of wizard! Caleb makes a tiny paradox happen! Leofric punches Essek in the face (and it was awesome!)

This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3

And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, it'll be Storytelling! Whether it be sharing backstories or spinning a brand new yarn, all are welcomed.

Then the weeks after that, it'll be Grog focused stories, Cross-Campaign works, and then Skill/Class Swap fics!

Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

Oh! Also! Critter Gen Week is happening! Prompts have been announced, you should check them out.

And hey, if you're looking for some more good gen content, check out some fics written in the critter genfic bingo tag, or the older rec lists! Or you can request your own card and join in on the fun!

#critter genfic rec lists #critical role #gen fic #the mighty nein #cr fan fic #exu calamity #time travel and isekai oh my!#Caleb Widogast #he's the main character in 90% of these lol so I figured I'd tag him directly

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maccreadysbaby · 1 day

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Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: anxiety attacks

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

…and bentley is already not having a good time, bless him

part two

❝ MAFIA FAMILY ❞

SATURDAY — JULY 14 — 8:48PM

GIRLS WERE SO WEIRD.

Especially these ones. Weirder than Steph, who was already pretty weird.

Bentley, Layla, and Vera had taken up residence in a little lavish sitting area in one of the ballroom’s corners — the two girls sharing a loveseat, and Bentley sitting nicely in his own velvet chair. He had said next to nothing, simply watching, listening, occasionally texting Asten but making sure not to stare at his phone for too long. (Asten seemed quite enamored with how quickly Bentley managed to find himself in the presence of females. Bentley wasn’t sure why.) Now, said females seemed to be playing a game where they narrated random people’s lives just by looking at them, but… ridiculously.

Bruce was still talking to the rude couple. Bentley wasn’t exactly sure why, but he was. And it seemed like intriguing conversation. They were all moving their hands, and changing their expressions, but it didn’t seem like they were arguing. (He still wanted to know what they were talking about.)

Dick had disappeared again. Bentley had only seen flashes of Timothy Drake here and there, talking and chatting and doing things. Damian hadn’t appeared yet, nor had anyone else. Only Asten and Jason had the real opportunity to skip, yet Bentley hadn’t seen a single Wayne besides Bruce, Dick, and flashes of Tim for the past… how long had he been in here? Twenty minutes?

“That guy’s dad is an Italian baker,” Vera said, pointing at a dark-haired guy that was passing with a plate piled full of whatever little fancy foods Alfred had made for the occasion. “He has to get a flavor profile of every food here so his dad can add it to his Wayne Gala inventory. They’ve been stalking the Wayne family cook for years trying to get recipes out of them, but there’s just something they have that no one else does.”

Bentley snickered at that one. She wasn’t wrong, actually, Alfred was one of a kind. Bentley wasn’t so sure about the food, though. It all looked kinda… strange. He liked… y’know. Spaghetti? Normal things? He was pretty sure Tim had said one of the things Alfred always put on the table was fish eggs. (And he did not want tiny baby fish swimming around in him.)

“Okay, okay,” Layla chuckled, brushing her blonde hair behind her ear and pointing through the crowd. “That one.”

She was pointing at Steph, who Bentley hadn’t seen once until then. She was wearing a lovely long, purple, sparkly dress, and her hair was ironed into fancy curls. She was talking to a guy in a suit that looked at least double her age.

(Why were galas just the perfect place to hang out with the opposite sex? Because, frankly, Bentley didn’t want to go over there, either. Interrupting would be way too awkward.)

“She’s a runaway model from France who just wants to see the world, not be enslaved to the runway! She snuck in to feel the American dream coursing through her veins,” Layla said dramatically, shrugging, tugging at the bottom of her white dress. “And she has amazing hair.”

Okay, Bentley really did chuckle that time. Steph was many things, but a runaway model wasn’t one of them. He was sure, though, that she would get a kick out of hearing that.

“You try one, then, pretty boy,” Vera piped up.

Bentley glanced over at her, blinking momentarily. She stared back at him with her borderline lifeless brown eyes. “What?”

“You try one, if you’re going to sit here and judge us for it,” She replied, flicking her hand out toward the crowd. “Go on, pick anyone.”

Bentley, with a huff, looked back out toward the crowd. There were people everywhere, moving and walking and talking.

And then he saw Damian.

Maybe he really hadn’t been here before, because Bentley was sure he would’ve seen him — he was dressed in solid black dress pants and a blazer, with a blood-red button up underneath it. He was fifteen, now (Bentley wasn’t very fond of the little gap between birthdays where Damian was two years older instead of one.) and it was showing. He was starting to look less like a kid and more like a man. Like… at least guy or dude status. And Bentley, at thirteen, still looked pretty much like a kid. Which wasn’t at all embarrassing. (At least he didn’t go to public school anymore to put it on display, he guessed.)

Bentley pointed over at Damian. All he had to do was make something up, right? What was the most interesting thing Asten had talked to him about lately?

I’m telling you, dude, the mafia is real and they’re everywhere.

Bentley settled for that. “He’s in the mafia.”

That seemed to work well enough. Layla made a loud pfft noise, and Vera rolled her eyes, muttering: unoriginal.

”Isn’t that your brother?” Layla muttered, peering through the crowd to catch Damian as he moved.

“C’mon, you can do better than that. Everybody on the internet thinks the Wayne’s are a mafia family,” Vera teased, her eyes flicking as she watched people walk by. “Give us something cool.”

Bentley scoffed. “Okay, what would you say, then?”

Vera peered back across the room, seemingly at Damian. “He’s Robin.”

Bentley choked.

“Nah, Robin is way cuter than him,” Layla spoke up, watching Damian move across the room. Her eyes flicked to Bentley. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

Something shattered.

Bentley jumped a mile and a half when the crash of a champagne glass sounded from right next to him. He whipped around quickly, and there was an older woman with shaky hands there, near his chair, looking awfully embarrassed.

Bentley looked at the broken glass. Broken, shattered, with little diamond designs scattered about the broken pieces. There was champagne pooling on the tile.

Glass with diamonds and alcohol on the floor.

He saw his father.

No — he didn’t live there anymore. He turned back forward in the velvety chair and-

Didn’t he used to sit on chairs like these during his fathers meetings? In fact, his father’s house had been full of them. Tons of them. Fancy chairs just like these.

No. Stop. Bentley looked up at the girls in front of him, who were looking pitifully at the old woman, at the glass. Distract me, he begged, but no words came out of his mouth. He couldn’t just… he was… he was gala-ing! He had to be perfect!

His dress clothes started to feel a little less like new ones he got with Steph and a little more like the same ones his father forced him into.

No, he should be over this. He should be over it. His father was in prison, he lived in a good home, he was okay-

In a panic, the woman, trying to clean up the glass, cut her hand on it.

There was alcohol and bloody glass on the floor.

Bentley forced himself to sit upright, but- no, it didn’t work. He forced air in and out but that didn’t work, either. He tried to tell his body to stop it and shut up and get it together but it didn’t want to.

He’d watched Dick drop a plate in the kitchen not three weeks ago and he was fine. He’d seen blood and bruises after patrol and he was fine. He’d sparred with Damian and Dick and Jason and Tim and Bruce, and even with their hands flying at him, he was fine.

More likely to happen if you’re already nervous, the logical little Tim Drake that lived in Bentley’s head said.

There were people everywhere, people who looked rich, and they were talking and talking and talking about business and business and business and Bentley wasn’t having fun anymore.

Stop. He grabbed onto the wooden arms of the chair he was sitting in and squeezed them, hard. There were two girls sitting in front of him. Two girls that were probably weirded out and confused.

He could hear his blood moving, and- crap. No. Not right now.

You know we’ve all pretty much ended a gala before, right?

Bentley closed his eyes and focused on Dick’s voice. Remembering what they talked about.

I broke a chandelier. Cracked a man’s ribs.

Crack! Went his father’s shoe against Bentley’s abdomen, and he was in the warehouse, being poisoned, and Dick was in front of him.

“Bentley?”

Crack! Now he was in a different warehouse, and Jason was dying.

But Jason was alive-!

Crack! Went his father’s glass against the wall. There was the smell of alcohol. The smell of blood.

Bentley was only coherent enough to fold over on himself in the chair, lacing his hands in his hair and resting his elbows on his knees. He could not. He could not have an attack right now. If he did, then he wouldn’t be able to control his powers, then all the water and liquid and blood in the room would move, then he could break stuff, then he could hurt someone, then he could kill people.

“Bentley, can you hear me? Your mind is a wreck!”

He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe.

His dad was going to kill him.

Someone touched his shoulder.

And it freaking sent him.

—

“-mon, Bentley. Hey. Hey, you with me, bud?”

He couldn’t breathe.

He was sitting somewhere very not the ballroom. It wasn’t loud enough. Or maybe it was. All he could hear was his blood — water? — he couldn’t hear anything else. It was too loud.

Someone was holding onto his wrists. Gently, keeping his hands away from his face. “Hey. Can you look at me?”

Bentley couldn’t really focus on anything besides his father. But he wasn’t with his father, right? He was with… everyone else. He was in the Manor.

“You’re in the Manor, chum. You’re not there anymore,”

Yeah, he was in the Manor. He was. He was.

He was staring down at his own pants. He could hear his stupid wheezy breaths, but he couldn’t make them stop. He realized the reason someone was holding his wrists was because he was shaking near-violently.

His father was going to kill him.

“Bentley. Bud, look at me,”

His father was going to kill him.

“I’m right here, chum. I’ve got you,”

Someone’s hand raked through his hair, and he finally managed to bring his eyes up, locking on the icy gray ones that belonged to Bruce Wayne.

He smiled sympathetically. “There you are.”

Bruce Wayne. Sitting with Bentley in — where were they? It looked like a guest room on the other side of the Manor. Not in the ballroom. Bruce Wayne, crouched in front of Bentley, not in the ballroom. Bruce Wayne, not at his own gala.

In a mental whiplash, Bentley’s cluelessness was very suddenly changed to hyper-awareness. He could feel the water moving in the pipes, the realized that Bruce wasn’t at his own gala, that he’d probably had to have been carried out because he didn’t remember walking to the bedroom, that he couldn’t breathe, that this was happening again after seven full months without an attack, that there were a few more people in the room and they were all staring at him, that he could’ve hurt someone-

“Stay with me, pal,”

Bentley wheezed in and out a few pitifully fast breaths and curled his hands into fists, hoping that something would be in them, but nothing was.

Why was this happening again?

“He’s grabbing for something, B,” Came a voice Bentley knew. A voice Bentley knew he knew so well that he just couldn’t place it.

But the voice was helpful — Bruce moved Bentley’s hands so he was tugging at the bedsheets underneath him.

“I-I’m sorry,” Bentley choked on his own breathing. (At least he wasn’t crying, though, that would be even more embarrassing during a gala.) He squeezed the bedsheets and stared down at his pants, willing his lungs to work, for his body to stop shaking. “Go back.”

“Bentley-“

“Go back,” He repeated, moving his heavy irises up, back to Bruce’s face. “To the ballroom. I’m… okay.”

“Bud-“

Bentley shook his head. “Please.”

“The galas over, chum. Everyone went home,”

Bentley froze as much as a kid having an anxiety attack could freeze.

No. He didn’t.

“It’s alright, bud, just breathe. It’s going to be okay,”

The bed dipped beside Bentley, but Bruce was still in front of him, and someone started rubbing up and down and up and down his back.

He shook his head in an attempt to shove the water out of it, but it was really loud.

No, not water. Champagne.

Champagne screaming on the tile. Tons of it. In the ballroom, covering the floor, getting mopped up right now.

Champagne and blood on the floor.

No he didn’t.

“I didn’t mean to,” He whispered, nearly inaudibly. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s alright, Bentley. It’s okay, just look at me. Just breathe. We don’t have to talk about it right now,”

“What did I do?” He muttered, bringing his heavy eyes up to meet Bruce’s again.

Bruce looked at the person beside Bentley, as if they would help him decide whether to tell him or not. That’s about when Bentley realized that that person was Dick, and that Asten was lingering near the door.

Bruce looked back at him, his smile wiped from his features. “Bentley-“

“Dad,” Bentley started, squeezing the bedsheets again. “What did I do?”

Bruce breathed in. Shared another look with Dick.

“You shattered all the champagne glasses,”

Bruce didn’t elaborate, but Bentley got it anyway.

He shattered all the glasses.

In everybody’s hands.

Bentley exhaled heavily, squeezing the sheets so hard his palms would be bleeding if the blankets weren’t in the way. His eyes flicked down to Bruce’s right hand.

It was haphazardly bandaged, and there was blood seeping through.

Bentley opened his mouth, but Bruce cut him off with an immediate: “Don’t apologize. It’s okay.”

Bentley blinked, forcing a little burn that was surfacing behind his eyes away. “How long? Was the attack?”

“About an hour and fifteen minutes,”

Bentley exhaled sharply. He’d never had one that long before.

Maybe that’s why he felt like crap.

“I didn’t mean to,” He mumbled, releasing the bedsheets and bringing his arms up and around himself. “Someone broke a glass.”

“I know,” Bruce said sympathetically, running a hand over Bentley’s head.

Well, at least he was breathing better now, somehow. The shaking had gone down a little, too.

He felt like he’d been hit with a truck. His head was all fuzzy and felt like it was full of stuffing, and it seemed to be taking three times the brain power to will up any thoughts or statements.

Instead, Bentley just leaned his head over on Dick’s shoulder, who hummed sympathetically.

“On a brighter note,” Asten said, moving forward from the door. He was way taller than Bentley now, standing at sixteen years old, and his blue hair was a darker blue than it used to be. (Jason had taken up dying it for him, and he was shockingly good at it.) He was wearing pajama pants and a hoodie. “Those girls left their numbers with Damian. For you.”

Asten held up two little torn strips of… was that a napkin? That had writing on each of them.

Bentley breathed in and out.

He guessed ruining your first gala was just one of the dozens of ways to become a Wayne.

(He wondered if getting phone numbers off of random girls by having an anxiety attack and hurting people was another one.)

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