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woewriting · 5 months

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 (𝐆!𝐏) ──── tara carpenter x reader

── tags. +18 only! no ghostface au, reader has a dick but no pronous were used, cheating, adultery, voyeurism, semi public sex, shower sex, breeding, exhibitionism and if you squint really hard, there's a bit of size kink... tara's a sinner and so are you.

── word count. 5.358

a/n. i cant believe i finally finished this one, a huge thanks to @alkivm and @wesstars for helping me out, this one is for you two. | masterlist.

You never really thought of Tara as more than just a good friend, you really didn’t, but the moment you witnessed her being ruined by her boyfriend’s dick, mascara running down her cheeks, lipstick smudged all around her plump lips, and the way she smiled at you with half open lids, your mind became clouded with Tara.

Her moans, so soft and whiny.

Her hands grabbing her boyfriend’s arms, short nails digging into the muscle and tracing red marks on the tanned skin.

Her smile, so different from the ones she always greets you with when you meet for breakfast before classes. This one was small, almost like a smirk that turned into perfectly ‘o’ shaped when he bit her neck, covering her petite body with his big one.

You couldn't move, petrified with the scene rolling in front of your eyes. You watched as her nails scratched the skin of his back, pulling him impossibly closer, holding him in place so he wouldn’t see you standing there, blatantly watching them fuck. The sounds she was making wouldn’t leave your mind, the image of Tara being fucked raw while staring at you engraved in every single muscle memory of your brain.

And it did.

You stood there for what it felt like hours, watching with focused eyes the heart-giving performance Tara was putting on for you until she came, teeth sinking in the others’ shoulder to suffocate the scream that would tear her throat in pieces.

That’s when you left, your face burning red and an uncomfortable ache between your legs that you wished would disappear, twitching inside your boxers and begging for release.

With a quick wave of your hand towards your friend’s group, you left the frat house, jumping over drunken bodies sprawled in the front yard and walking back to your dorm only a few blocks away. You could still hear the loud electronic music and you smelled like alcohol mixed with different perfumes from every person that hugged you during the night.

Kicking your shoes before stepping inside — following your roommate’s number one rule, you leaned against the closed door, the image of Tara burned into your brain like a tattoo, the soft sounds she was making playing in your head like a broken record that was slowly driving you crazy, a tight knot in your stomach that made your heart beat faster.

Your hand automatically covering the volume in your pants, squeezing your length as you tried to easy down. Deep down, you wanted to open up your pants and pull your cock out, watching the way it twitched with the vivid image of Tara on her knees, sucking you off; or with her legs wrapped around your waist as you fucked her against the door frame, fast and rude, like Chad was doing it. But you couldn’t, you felt dirty already for not turning around and drinking every single solo cup, with a colorful, sparkly drink and dubious alcohol, offered to you by Mindy or Amber to erase what you had witnessed, but no, you froze in place.

With one last hard squeeze, you took a deep breath, deciding to take a cold shower to force yourself to calm down, even if the knot in your stomach was painful, like a little red devil on your shoulder, whispering lustful things into your ear like it’s the most beautiful melody that was hard to ignore. For a split of seconds, you almost listened to him, unbuttoning your pants and pulling the zipper down, removing enough pressure of you, but your phone ranged in your back pocket.

Shaking your head, you took the hardest path, the one that led you to the bathroom. Picking up your phone, Sam’s name blinking on the screen with a picture of you and her together, you gulped, declining the call and deciding to text her instead with the excuse of a migraine that was making you dizzy.

As the water hit your head and your shoulder, your muscles tensed up and you stop breathing, every single body hair standing on end with goosebumps, your member still hard against your belly. You sighed, closing your eyes to focus on the cold water that ran over your body so you could sleep and forget whatever the hell this day was.

It didn’t work, your eye bags the next morning was reason enough for your roommate to ask what happened that kept you up all night.

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To be honest, you didn’t want to be here, sitting in your usual table waiting for them to show up, ignoring a completely enthusiastic Amber. You wanted to be under your blankets, with doors locked, phone on airplane mode and away and safe from the girl that took over your thoughts over the weekend. It’s been two days since the little “incident” at the party, you ignored every single message in the group chat claiming you “needed to study for finals”, which wasn’t a full lie but you really did not need to spend your entire weekend locked in your dorm.

“Yo, dumbass,” you blinked when a blurry hand stepped in your vision, followed by Amber’s furred eyebrows. “you’ve been weird since Friday, what’s wrong with you?”

Before you could answer, the little bell above the door rang, your eyes automatically linking with the brown ones you saw roll to the back of her head when she came all over her boyfriend. Tara was under Chad’s arm, smiling at something the taller boy said as they walked into the small cafe, coming in your direction.

You wanted to flee, leaving all your belongings back and rush to classes, but the table in front of you and the two girls, Amber and Sam, sitting on each side of you, made that wish a little bit impossible to come true, and if you tried, it would draw too much attention to yourself and that was the least thing you wanted at the moment.

You’d have to endure the torture you had set inside your own brain.

Tara was a really good actress, you thought to yourself, as the minutes went by, she, somehow, manage to keep the same image as always, the perfect girlfriend/sister/friend that is constantly smiling and pays attention to everyone and everything that surrounded her.

While you, on the other side, kept your eyes focused on the drawing that swam in your coffee mug until it slowly melted away, not paying much attention to the conversation. You made a disgusted face when you realized it turned cold under your fingertips.

“Want me to get you a new one?”

“Uh?”

Tara smiled, oh so sweet as always, placing her hand on top of yours, her thumb caressing the skin, ready to take your mug and order a new one for you. “I asked if you want me to order you a new coffee? I know you don’t like cold coffee in the morning.”

“No, uh…” You avoided her soft eyes, removing your hand and starting to pack your things to leave. “Actually, I have to go to, it’s uh… I have to take some notes before class. Can you move a little, Amber? Thank you.”

Without looking at them and feeling your heartbeat on your throat, stumbling a few times on a confused Freeman as you passed in front of her, you left your group of friends behind, ignoring the way Sam was saying your name as you walked out of the small cafe.

Once your feet hit the soft grass in front of the university, you exhaled the air that was stuck inside your lungs all the way here. Leaning forward, you took a deep breath, feeling the burning spread through your veins like poison.

“Are you okay?” A familiar voice came behind you. Sam’s hand on the lower of your back.

“Yeah, I am,” You turned to her. “I just have too much on my head right now.”

The older Carpenter analyzed you, her dark eyes roaming around your features like she always did, looking for any sign of lie.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, clenching your hands around the strap of the bag over your shoulder. “I’ll feel better after the finals, don’t worry, Sammy.”

The nickname earned you a soft smile, followed by a protective arm wrapped around your shoulders, leading you to the main building where your first class took place. Sam made sure to walk with you until you were both standing in front of the opened door, the classroom still empty when you two arrived.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You nodded; eyes focused on her hands holding yours. You wanted to tell everything you saw at the party, but how would you say you saw her little sister, and your best friend, getting fucked and were starting to question how you felt about your friendship with Tara? That you feel an ache in between your legs every time you share the same space with her? It would be like throwing a bucket of cold water on her, and then the bucket itself… instead, you just smiled.

After Sam gave you a forehead kiss, she left you, walking to the other side of the campus for classes; you watched her from afar through the big window next to where you usual sat since first day, a high chair, not too far from the teacher but away enough from the troublemakers that enjoyed chatting during lessons, disturbing those who were interested in actually learning.

Through the same big window, your eyes recognized a pair that was getting near the building’s entrance. You gulped, secretly watching them kiss, your cheeks gaining a pinkish tone and a burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. The way Chad had his hands possessively on her thin waist, pulling her impossibly closer and keeping her in place, while Tara had her arms wrapped around his head, tiptoeing to reach his lips.

It was a daily thing that always got your attention even though you never really cared about the affection between them, but this time, you felt dirty, your pupils dilating to absorb every single trace of light, almost as if you were taking a picture of it, the way the wind was subtly blowing her skirt up. You pressed your legs together, the small pain seeming enough to calm down your throbbing cock. Maybe it was a terrible idea to wear sweatpants as it was easy to see the volume you were desperately trying to hide since you saw Tara entering the coffee shop in such short skirt.

When they broke the kiss, the small girl waved her boyfriend goodbye, turning on her heels to enter the same building you were.

At least we don’t have classes together today… — you thought to yourself once again, sighing in relief as you slid down on your chair and plugged your earphones in, waiting for the teacher to come in.

The classes were full of revisions for the finals, your knuckles hurting from taking notes as fast as the teacher was talking, writing down what you considered important — right now, everything. It had a good side though; Tara had left your thoughts for you to focus on what really mattered at the moment.

After an entire morning of non-stop writing, you were ready to pack everything and clear your mind at the gym near the campus, working off all the bothered you felt the past 3 days.

The space was empty, considering that it was an hour that usually was packed with students, the finals probably taking all the time. Like them, you should also be studying, but you figured it was time to let something else burn your muscles other than notes badly written on your notebook. Walking past a few faces you were familiar with, you greeted them with a smile and a small head motion, the wireless earphone blasting some random Taylor Swift song inside your head.

Just like the training area, the lock room was empty, a girl passed by you when you entered and left you alone in silence, the energetic music that played on the gym’s speakers taking over once you removed your earphones, holding them for a few seconds until you heard a robotic voice saying “power off”. Placing them inside the pocket of your backpack, you tossed the object on the top shelf of your paid lock, removing the warm jacket that hugged your body and folded it, placing it inside. Kicking your shoes off, you managed to remove your socks without falling before storing it too, the cement cold under your bare feet.

“Are you going to ignore me until when? Do I gotta put on another show for you so you can pay attention to me?” A small Tara appeared behind you, resting her chin on your right shoulder, feeling your chest rise and fall with the deep breath you took. You closed the metal door slowly.

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend to give you attention?”

She rolled her eyes, sneaky hands climbing on your back and coming back down to rest on your waist, sending shivers down your spine. The tip of her fingers playing with the hem of your pants. “Because I want your pretty eyes on me, not his.”

Feeling a burn escalating from your chest all the way up to your neck, you turned on your heels, now facing a doe-eyed Tara.

How could you still see her so adorably after what you witnessed?

“What do you want, Tara?” You asked with a sighed, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep her away from you — even if it was millimeters.

“I want you.”

“Be for real.”

“I am.”

You analyzed her expressions. Dark brown eyes not leaving yours for even a second, those adorable freckles spread across her small nose bridge and cheeks, lower lip trapped between her teeth. She wasn’t lying, Tara couldn’t keep eye contact when she was lying.

Taking a step back and leaning against the locker behind you, you watched as she took a step closer and uncrossed your arms; you didn’t even try to stop her.

Ghostly fingers tracing your forearm, up to your biceps, resting on your neck, her thumb softly caressing your jawline.

“Tara… don’t.” You tried to sound firm, but as she was closing the gap between you two, your voice lowered a few octaves, betraying you.

“Why not?” It was all she whispered before you felt her lips softly pressing against your own, giving you a chance to push her away and go back to training, if that was what you wished.

You didn’t. Again, your body betrayed you, and so did your thoughts, the images from Friday night clouding up your mind.

The arms that were once crossed to keep her away were now enlacing her waist, pulling her against your own body, desperately trying to feel her warmth.

It was a soft press of lips, but it lasted long enough for you both to sigh, holding onto each other as if something would pull you apart.

“Did I ever tell you you’re so fucking hot in those sweatpants? God! I love when you wear those, I can see you perfectly.” She exhaled against your lips, shaking breath, hands grabbing on your biceps, nails digging the skin before covering your semi-hard member, grabbing the length over the thick cotton fabric.

You had no time to reply, her tongue licking yours so deliciously that was hard to even think of speaking something and break that moment, so you did like Tara, grabbing every muscle you could get your hands on, dartling from her lower back, down to her ass, under her skirt, pulling her up, thighs tightly wrapped around your waist as you reversed positions, aggressively pressing her against the metal locker, a painful moan escaping her lips that sounded like music to your ears.

Unable to keep your mouth away from hers, you pressed your lips again. Aggressively, needy, desperate, like you’ve been longing this for too long, and now, she was giving you the most delicious kiss you’ve ever had. Tara was delicious all over, from her honey voice, to her minty breath, intoxicating your senses with how sweet her perfume was, matching perfectly with the fake persona she wears in front of everyone. It was definitely going to stick to your shirt.

Her breath hitching, soft moans scaping from her lips whenever you moved your head to the other side, kiss fitting deliciously.

A loud laugh coming from the hallway that connected the gym’s open space and the lock room, you were quick to walk towards the shower area, entering the last stall and closing the door behind you with a violent swing, easily opening the water register to mask the sounds Tara was making.

When the icy water hit your body, a moment of guilty took over your senses and you pulled back, breaking the kiss.

“Why did you stop?” Carpenter whined, opening her eyes.

“We can’t do this, Tar.”

“But you know you want this. You know that. Tell me that you don’t. Tell me you didn’t enjoy watching the way Chad was fucking me, or the way he kisses me before going to class.” Your eyes widened, awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to another. “What? You think I don’t know you watch me through the window? Why do you think I always kiss him in that same spot?”

“I…”

“You’re so cute… all flustered and embarrassed.”

The tip of her index finger traced your jawline all the way down your neck, slightly peeking through the loosen white shirt that was slowly becoming transparent as the water hit your back, revealing the strap of your bra. She smiled; bottom lip trapped in between her teeth as she pressed herself down on the volume under her, a moan trapped in your throat at the sudden contact.

“For someone that doesn’t want this, your dick shows the opposite.” Tara moved her hips on you, the pressure of your clothed member on her clit getting her to drip on the fabric of your pants. “You’re such a liar.”

“You’re full of bullshit, did you know that?” You moved your hips up, earning a surprised moan.

The girls in the room were loud, talking and laughing about something you didn’t care about, all you wanted to hear was your best friend’s moans, loving the way she whispers your name as her hips continued to roll against you, eyes closed and a small smirk tugging on the corner of her lips.

“And you’re dying to fuck me.”

It was your turn to let out a huff, fingers squeezing the soft flesh of her bare thighs, the short skirt brushing against your hands.

“How long have you been planning this, huh?”

In a teasy tone, you close the gap between her neck and your lips, languid kisses being placed all over, goosebumps forming on the soft skin. You smiled, loving the way she squeezed her legs around your waist.

“Since I saw you kissing that blondie at the party.” She easily confessed; eyes closing to focus on the ghostly contact of your lips on her neck. “The way your hands were on her waist, your leg in between hers, the way she was bouncing on your thigh,” Tara chocked on her breath when you bit her pulse point, heartbeat fast on the tip of your tongue. “your lips on her neck, leaving bruises everywhere… It was so fucking hot I couldn’t take it anymore, so I dragged Chad upstairs and made him fuck me while I was thinking of you.” It was her turn to smile when she felt you twitch under her. “I bet you can go deeper than he can, that you can fuck me so good, ruin me… can you do that for me?”

You smiled, swiftly pulling down the hem of your sweatpants enough for your dick to pop out, hitting your belly, a relieved sigh leaving your parted lips. You brought Tara against you again, a low moan escaping her lips as her clit pressed on your length, the damp fabric of her underwear creating a pleasant friction.

“You’re sure you want this?” You asked, once again the guilt threatening to fill your thoughts, but smaller, a lot smaller than the first time, and a lot easier to make it go away; one look from Tara’s dark-brown eyes and it was gone.

Pulling her drenched panties to the side, your fingers found her warmth, loving the way she clutched around them, rubbing it up and down her slit before positioning the tip of your cock in her entrance, forcing your way in, her hips buckling it up as you stretched her out.

“Fuck, you’re so thick,” Tara breathed out, nails digging in the back of your neck as you slowly pushed yourself inside her, the velvety walls clutching around you.

Trying to ease the moment, you brought your mouth down her neck, licking all the way up to her jawline, softly biting the spot once you were all inside. Her head tilted back against the sweaty tile as water fell around the both of you, mostly hitting your back as your body protect hers from the cold temperature.

“Look at me,” you demanded, trying to keep yourself calm, allowing her to adjust first. “Tara, look at me. I want your eyes on me.”

Tara was tight around you, her warmth embracing you as deliciously as her legs wrapped your waist or as her fingers intertwined in your hair.

It took her a minute to open her eyes, pupils completely dilated as she leaned in, licking your lips with a mischievous smile before taking your bottom lip in a hurtful bite, easing the pain with the tip of her tongue.

“What are you waiting for? Just fuck me already.” She breathed out, purposefully clenching around you.

You huffed, amused by this version of Tara you never knew was hidden behind sweet smiles and kind personality; she was a slut. And you were loving every second of this, the way the back of her converses were pressed on your thighs, keeping you impossibly closer to her. Or the way she looked at you with dark, half-opened eyes, completely focused on your features.

You pulled back slowly, her mouth hanging open and eyes threatening to close, but you stopped when loud and messy conversation filled the lock room.

Tara pulled you closer by instinct, causing you to enter her in a fast move, your hand fast to cover her mouth, a low shhh falling from your lips when a struggled moan scaped hers, her throat vibrating, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

The view you had was sinful, your hand covering Tara’s mouth, some drops of water sprawling on her face, the mascara starting to run down her cheeks as the heat got too much, not even the coldest temperature couldn’t cool down the two of you, and neither the girls that were chitchatting outside the closed stall.

You started to move, slowly and careful, testing her, your other hand firmly keeping her against the wall.

"Fuck, you're clenching so hard around me." You breathed out with hoarse voice.

Tara covered your hand with hers, caressing gently before pulling it away, lips wrapping around your thumb in, your mind wondering how it would feel to have her mouth wrapped around your cock, sucking you off with the same eager she was sucking on your thumb.

“I can feel you throbbing inside me,” she whispered, slowly bouncing her body up, using your broad shoulders as support. “it’s so good. Now, fuck me.”

You huffed, the doe, adorable, innocent eyes staring at you was a perfect contrast to the situation you found yourself at, buried deep inside her, controlling every single nerve inside your body to wait instead of fucking her raw, but the request made you smile, hand wrapping around her throat in a slight squeeze as you moved your hip down, leaving only the tip inside before forcing your way in. Tara’s lips fell apart in a silent moan, short nails digging the flesh on your wrist, an overwhelming sensation spreading all over your body to be fully inside her again.

If Tara knew you’d feel this good inside her, she would’ve done it a lot sooner.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, mouth open trying to catch a breath as she felt every single centimeter of your dick move inside her, stretching her out in a delicious way, goosebumps all over her body every time she felt the blood running through your veins, pulsating inside her.

You stopped, taking a small step to the side, getting away from the door as you heard steps coming closer. The door loudly closing next to where you were.

“Be a good girl and keep your eyes on me, would you?”

“I’m starting to think you love having my eyes on you.” She teased back, brown eyes staring at you the same second.

“I do, I want to see them when you fall apart with me inside you.” She gulped, the simple words affecting her more than she would admit. You leaned closer, kissing her jawline, waiting for the person on the stall next to you to turn the water on. “Is this what you had in mind? When you picture me with that other girl?”

Tara wasn’t the jealous type, but now that she actually had you inside, she did feel a twinge of it inside her chest.

“No,” black painted nails grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her. “this is what I pictured when I was with Chad, with him deep inside me… unlike you, he’d be ruining me right now.”

Your tongued slid on your bottom lip, the teasing failing to cause something in you.

“Want me to fuck you, Tara? Want everyone around us hearing how good I am making you feel, instead of your perfect boyfriend?”

“At least he wouldn’t be afraid to break me.”

You tilted your head slightly to the side, hearing more water running behind your back. Taking a strong grip on her waist, you slid inside in one swift move, covering her lips with yours. Once you were all inside her, it was hard to pull out, it was warm and soft, fitting just right.

Tara moaned against your lips, feeling every inch being pulled out only to slowly go in the next second, a steady pace that felt complete with the delicious taste of your tongue on hers. After a few more testing thrusts, you began to speed up your pace, filling her to the brim and making her toes curl, head falling back against the wall, not being able to hold back as your body was begging for release.

Removing her hands from your neck, her finger gripped the top of the wall behind her, pulling her weight up as much as she could, allowing you to wrap your arms under her knees, pushing her body against the tile.

This new position made you go deeper, hitting every sensitive spot inside her, teeth chewing on her lip bottom violently enough to almost draw blood, afraid that if she stopped doing that, everyone would hear how desperate she was for you and the running water wasn’t loud enough to cover it.

You wouldn’t last longer, not with how tight Tara was clenching around you and the way she had her eyes locked to your, pupils fully blown, darkening the doe eyes. You leaned closer, sucking the plump lip once you saw a drop of blood nearly falling to the floor, soothing the bruised skin with your tongue.

In a wrong move, your cock slipped out, standing proudly between the two bodies. Tara whined; eyes half-open at the feeling of being empty. She shook her head in a silent request. You smiled, caressing her cheeks. One hand of hers came down to meet you, scratching the nape of your neck, a clear sign that was close.

“What is it, love? Need something?”

Teasingly, you held your shaft, rubbing it along her sticky slit, teasing her aching hole a few times. The small girl was desperate, the knot in the pit of her stomach turning into tears, running down her face along with fainted black mascara.

“Please, please, please, I need you inside now, I’m so close…” She cried out, trying to pull you closer.

“Look at you, so pathetic, all you can do is beg. Aren’t you ashamed to be such a slut, Tara?” Your knuckle brushed the hair off of her face, allowing you to admire the red color that filled cheeks, stained by the ruined mascara.

She nodded to your question, unable to form a single sentence as you changed positions before sliding inside her once again, keeping a slow pace, allowing her to adjust, the velvety walls welcoming you tightly. Your grip on her waist was bruising the soft skin, no longer giving a single thought about the marks you shouldn’t left on her body, you wanted her to look at them when Chad fucks her and think of you, on how good it felt to have you buried deep inside her.

With your fingers still glued to her hip bones, you fastened your pace, the wet sounds coming from your bodies and her whiny moans barely being muffled by the running water, deep down you wanted everyone to hear the way she was saying your name like a sacred mantra. It was so fucking sexy the way her nose scrunched when you hit the sweet spot inside her or the way the tip of her tongue licked on her lips, throat dry from all the deep breaths she took.

Your name falling from her lips, getting you to look at her, “I want… fuck,” she closed her eyes, holding back as long as she could, prolonging this moment. “I want you to come deep inside me. Can you do that for me?”

You couldn’t see it, but with her request, you were sure your pupils were blown out, because the smile she let out watching your expression change, was reason enough for you to fuck the life out of her. Your nails sank in the flesh of her ass, forcefully moving her body up and down your throbbing cock, the knot in the pit of your stomach getting as tighter as Tara’s walls around you.

She was close, you both were, her hands in the back of your head bringing your mouth to her neck, peppering soft kisses on the wet skin, the faint smell of her perfume filling your lungs, her moans whispered straight to your ears like the most addictive song you heard before.

When she came, her teeth sunk on your shoulder with a hard bite, nails digging the nape of your neck. You followed her, coming deep inside like she asked you to. Your legs trembled, hands gripping the top of the wall to maintain balance while the other held her waist, the small body violently twitching against yours.

Opening your eyes, little stars shone in front of you. You took deep breaths, Tara holding onto you like her life depended on it — at this point, it did. She had 0 strength to stand on her own.

When she finally let go of your shoulder, a satisfied hummed left her lips followed by a smirk-like smile, hands now delicately caressing the sides of your neck and jawline, fingers removing a few strains of wet hair from your face.

“It feels so good,” she whispered, movies her hips in a perfect circle. You chocked on your breath. “you’re all inside me and it’s so good.”

“Is this how you fantasized?”

“It’s far better.” She laughed, weakly. “You’re much better than...”

You stopped her from finishing the sentence, kissing her with ease and care, “Can you take another one for me?” Tara gave you a sly smile, the heels of her converses pulling you closer. “That’s my good girl.”

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verysium · 3 months

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Hi please ignore this if you aren't taking requests but I have this very specific idea if you could do it:

Sae cheating on Model S/O with their rival model right before a big modeling competition which the now ex S/O wins and to kinda take revenge the now Ex S/O saying to the rival model "say hello to Sae for me"

I know this is super specific and it's up to you if you would like to take this request or not I'm currently looking for a modelling agency IRL

i took some creative liberties with this one. it was heavily inspired by yasmeen khan's 1001 nights. i do not know much about professional modeling, so most of the actual references are obscure. hopefully, this works for you though:

instead of a heart, you were born with a wound, a three-by-five inch gash that allowed the light to pass through.

doubt festers like an aperture, a brief shutter of the lens before your eyes blink away all uncertainty. in the confines of your dressing room, the mirror replaces your face with sloshing light, the silver streams of your reflection dripping down through stained fingers. it's nothing compared to the brightness of your screen, the damning evidence of a murder scene splattered across dry text.

who the hell is she? what do you mean? are you fucking cheating on me sae?

there's a knock on your door. it's alessandro, the stylist. his voice cuts through the silence, reedy and skin-tight. he wants to know why you've walked off mid-shoot, when you'll be back to rejoin the other girls on set. you think twice before you respond to his call, taking a deep breath before you face your interrogation.

there's blood on your gown, right above where your heart used to be. a fist-sized prism flashes within your chest, shot through with the hue of your arteries. crimson for the knife-thin glint in your eyes. poppy for the withered petals of your lips. scarlet for the salt encrusting your mouth. ruby for the iron ore of your tongue. red was always your color.

the photographers line up before you, judgement painted on their faces, both sets of eyes unblinking. tears with mascara make a good cover shoot, but a scornful lover with his other woman make for an even better story. you've long run out of tears to cry, tried your hand in the art of storytelling. the only way you know how to love is to angle your face towards a crowd, to bite your lip until it bleeds. your smile never wavers in its sharpness, every confession clasped tightly between white teeth.

snap, snap: once upon a time, there was a boy who weaved lies. click, click: once upon a time, there was a girl who fell for them. flash, flash: once upon a time, this could have been a love story.

there are harder things to hold than a pose, and your resolve becomes nigh unbreakable. in front of every shattering bulb, you hold strong against the impact force of time. your body is sanctified in the golden light, a yellowed blade across the horizon.

perhaps the next girl would be softer, bleeding flowers into aching mouths. perhaps the next girl would be beautiful.

but for now, you remain cold and hard and bright. you stare directly at the sun. you crush every bud beneath your fingertips, cut your flesh on its thorns. down to its very bone, every wound becomes a scar, every smile becomes a story.

when the shoot wraps up and the other woman steps in, you grin with enough light to cut shadows into her body.

"you're his new girl, right? say hello to sae for me."

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tequiilasunriise · 10 months

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The sheer soulmatism of Lenore and Annabel fucks me up so bad everytime I think too hard about it okay sit down y’all.

The way they were immediately drawn to each other even though they had no memory of anything! No reason to immediately become so attached and protective and trusting! Not even death could part them, it’s almost like reincarnation in a way. The sins of living and the pain that comes with being alive washed away not by holy water but rather split blood, and in this new life they’re reborn into a blank, clean slate. Even in this memoryless ‘next lifetime’ they still choose each other without hesitation, without question, and I am on my knees sobbing.

The parallels of Annabel fainting! Annabel fainted when she learned that Lenore was actually alive, and Annabel also fainted when remembering how she died, and by extension, how Lenore died too (not related to soulmatism but in one scenario her lover caught her despite the injury, and in the other Lenore had no such hinderance but failed to catch Annabel regardless and that parallel kills me so softly). The soulmatism that is reacting the same exact way when you learned she lived vs remembering how she died, the soulmatism that the love is still the same. Oh how the love is still so tragically the same, crossing that threshold of death, despite the unhappy ending you shared. Annabel faints because it’s learning you have a second chance at love vs remembering how that same love was ripped away and I am no longer on my knees but laying facedown on the floor.

(The way Annabel looked at Lenore before collapsing in both scenes but with DRASTICALLY different vibes of disbelief like okay yeah sure, sure okay mhm just smash my ribs and rip my heart right out why don’t you?)

Now, NOW, the thing that truly ends me? The crazy red/blue symbolism these two carry.

Lenore is the embodiment of red. Her thoughts come in red print, as do the ribbons she was wrapped up in. Her fiery (pun intended), confident personality, her pure raging defiance rallying those around her. What’s more, Lenore’s anger and bared teeth is painted red the same way her love is, because red is not just the color of anger. Red is love, and Lenore, my god, she cares so openly about the people around her that her heart’s just painted bloody and brazen on her sleeve. Born from self-made infernos into the person she was always meant to be- flirty, quick-witted, taking what she wants when she wants- she is a young Montague wrapped up in her family’s house colors trailblazing down her own paths.

(But unlike dear Romeo who scaled a tree to look upwards towards Juliet on her balcony, Lenore was in a tree looking downwards at her counterpart, and this parallel is so important as the scene is clearly a Romeo/Juliet parallel but without the sweet sappiness but rather tension and just like, 1000x more interesting ‘can I trust you fr fr-ness’.)

Annabel is the embodiment of blue. Her thoughts come in blue print, and her ribbons are a deep blue to match. Blue is the color of calmness, and she seems so tranquil with a gentle yet firm confidence that puts people around her at ease. A natural born leader with such cool-headedness. Oh, but underneath that mask? Sadness. SO MUCH sadness, Annabel is an ocean of it, she’s a peaceful smile with a melancholic heart shot through. Young Capulet holds not pure innocence like her Juliet-counterpart but rather a deep rooted loneliness, like guys, Annabel is actually just so fucken SAD I think we really need to address this more yes she’s a total girlboss but also Annabel is the personification of hollowed out loneliness that comes with your beloved being ripped away from you.

This really got away from me, but my point?

Lenore, the embodiment of red, has blue eyes.

Annabel, the embodiment of blue, has red-adjacent eyes.

FORGET LAYING ON THE GROUND IN TEARS I AM CURRENTLY CLIPPING THROUGH THE FLOOR AND HEADING STRAIGHT GAY TO MY GRAVE IN THE BACKROOMS!!!

YOUR HONOR THEIR EYES ARE THE GODDAMNED COLORS OF THE OTHER’S MOTHERMARYFUCKING S O U L LIKE WHAT IN THE JESUS H CHRIST BUMBLEBY SOULMATISM IS T H I S S S⁉️⁉️⁉️

#hey sorry fer such a long post but can you tell these two make me severely mentally ill #the bumblebyism of it all… eyes reflecting the color of ur pther half’s soul #if i had had a nickel everytime i crossed this trope i would have three nickels now gods #bumbleby sulemio and white raven SIGHHHH #everyone thank my rwby roots if u haven’t realized the eye soulmatism until now (but i doubt it i mean. its so obvious like. my god.)#white raven… gnawing on a tree branch… please imma fast passer but i still need MOREEEE #skittering around in a circle like a wild beast i need need NEEDD more of these two my god #white raven #nevermore webtoon #annabel lee whitlock #annabel lee nevermore #lenore vandernacht #gods her last name trips me up to spell everytime #lenore nevermore #should i tag this as bumbleby #u know what? yeah yeah i will why not #sorry fellow beekeepers but yall needa see this bc bumbleby eyecolor soulmatism mention #bumbleby #buzz buzz motherfuckers

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Where On3 Will St4nd

King The Wildfire x F!Lunarian!Reader

100+ Followers Special!! I APPRECIATE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE SUPPORT!! <3 (This was posted so late oml) This bad boy has been cooking in my drafts for close to a year and a half it feels like, it is very much burnt to a crisp. Thank you anon who asked me about King meeting another of his race! This would not be here without you <3

Also, sorry for the grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language.

word count: 8.9k

Warnings: incorrect cultural description(?)/practices(?), Self-harm(Burns), Imprisonment, Timeline is a mess don't come at me.

( The Land of a Demon )

Onigashima is an intimidating island; the smell of ash penetrates every corner of the scene where a battlefield will unfold. There are no flowers to add color to the brown mud and grey rocks, no snowflakes to grace the island or land on the red mist. The only thriving presence is the skull, where the fire emanates—the lair of a wrongdoer rotting and resting in this sinful place.

The skull, or rather, the rock resembling a creature much like the one on Thriller Bark—Oars, to be exact—was its name. But even he, the Junior, paled in comparison to the Skull Dome. No human could have sculpted it; giants, maybe, but even then, there are doubts.

It was formidable for you to step into the den of a beast earlier than expected, where you would be alone and defenseless. The dreadful aura the place is emitting is fitting for an Emperor of the sea. The deeper you went, the lighter you felt, the fearsome and overwhelming feeling was replaced by the intimidating, and may I say, strict walls you can find in the Wano Kuni, or the Flower Capital to be more exact, the only thing Onigashima lacks is the malnourishment that comes with Shoguns' rule, the exhausted faces of workers, the food prices and the dirtied outskirts. The separation of morals between the Wano Kuni and Onigashima shows clearly in the environment, it's like stepping into a completely different world, detached by the innocent victims who got birthed in this tangle of knotted rope, a mess, a sculptor done masterfully by manipulators of different social hierarchies. It's an art piece that took lives. A work in progress.

Their happiness depends on us. The ones who took it in the first place. The pirates.

We are the only people who bleed flames and light up the shadowed space that is Wano.

Soon.

...Soon.

After the worrying incident of the crew splitting apart yet again to get Sanji back and despite your worries for the polite cook- you were among the majority who continued traveling toward Wano. The plan was for you to become a Geisha working alongside Robin to get selected by the Shogun, but at last, the paths split and here you were in the den of beasts.

There was little chance of concealing your true identity in Wano; the absence of hair dyes posed a challenge. However, with strategic tying, the Obi belt effectively concealed the main factors that could give you away. The uncomfortable sensation is so familiar that you've learned to master not showing the everlasting pain on your face. The lightened makeup applied by the elderly further masks your skin, with red lips complementing your Obi and velvety gloves. The black hue of your flower kimono, snug tightly to your legs, hinders your pace, restraining you from keeping up with other women who, despite being more nervous, are less experienced in the field of treachery. Tonight, it will be challenging to differentiate professionals from novices, and you vow to take advantage.

The occasionally beautiful scenery inside the castle fails to comfort you amidst the fast-beating hearts; it is unsettling. The empty halls, guided by one of Kaido's puppets, make everyone dizzy with the maze-like walls—plain, hard to remember its turns.

In what way did the he turn last time?

The candles dwindle in plain sight as the floor creaks, accommodating the heavy steps of someone on the other side of the hallway. The sound becomes more vivid as it picks up pace, running past your group from the other side of the wall, capturing the attention of a soldier who turns and continues guiding with an anxious face.

It's only when the others, approximately ten pairs of feet, follow suit that you realize the commotion beside the separation. Judging by the soldier's expression, it seems to be a normal occurrence. However, you do not halt your steps; you continue to motionlessly follow, much like a sheep. It turns out the other women have the same idea.

There's an Oni free of its cage.

Debris falls from the shaking ceiling onto your shoulders. You wipe the black fabric clean, huffing as you quicken your pace, gently pushing the ladies to make way. The man, with spiky brown hair, takes another turn to the right this time.

``Sir, how far are you going to make us walk? Do you want us to be gasping for breath when we entertain our customers?`` You ask in a monotone voice, the impatience underlines your words, while your facial expression is the same as the one you entered with.

The soldier angles his neck to look up at you before his expression turns sour.

Lazy sons of bitches are too tired to answer a simple question. Tsk.

Your eye twitches as you await his answer. Not minding the spooked expressions of the ladies.

``Just above this floor.``

You only take your eyes off of him when the dark wood stairs come into view. It's been twenty years since the Beast Pirates invaded Wano Kuni and the history of Onigashima, they left a mark that will be impossible to remove. The residue of red that has maintained its place on the stairs is proof of that, who knows how many more illicit and barbaric things this place... This Country has witnessed. Who knows how many more will be lost.

Yet, people ignore it for their safety, geisha act no differently, even if they feel the warmth of a body no longer on the bottom of their okobo, they don't look down. For their security. Though you seem to be unable to look up, whoever the unfortunate victim was, you wish them a peaceful afterlife.

You hold in what anger you have, clenching your fists onto the sides of your kimono. There will come a time for you to spill it.

Soon.

...Soon.

A dreadful feeling emanates within the group, snapping you out of your daydreams. You didn't mean to get lost in your head, but the moment you let the fabric loose, the double door opens, and the women hurry their way to spots alongside every wall, unhappiness settling in their guts. They put their knees onto the soft purple cushions. Your eyes travel over the shamisen lying beside the cushion you were supposed to rest on. The three-stringed instrument you pick up seems to be brand new—unused and unprepared. However, even as you fix the strings, you feel relieved. Kyo Mai is a slow dance with complicated steps, and your confined wings always disturb your enactment. You were supposed to play the instrument and stay hidden among the performers, even with your snow-white hair and height.

The door opens right after everybody picks up their fans, you hid away in the background with the shamisen now in the proper hold.

(Away from the intimidating aura the girls seem to be spooked of. They don't break under the pressure. They repeat what was practiced.)

Here they come.

The All-Stars.

( Eyes That Follow )

From the three goliaths that were sitting and having an exchange, you've decided that Queen was the worst out of all of them. His immense and twisted pride shows even during his interactions with the women currently swarming his sides, the sadism that chokes the air out of every woman doesn't reach the beasts.

He calls it... “Flirting” it's not obvious to the naked eye but the girls feel uncomfortable, even when they smile, you can tell. It's for survival they smile. It's for survival they nod their heads as Queen throws compliments at a woman who isn't here. Komurasaki.

You feel sorry for the girl, to have Queen captivated was horrifying. You hold hope that Komurasaki will never meet him in person, even as your eyes continue to wander over Queen, for he, even if the filthiest of the All-Stars, was the most social one. A star scientist. It's when Queen starts practicing his singing talent that one of them calls.

``Oi.``

You straighten up. From on top Jack, The Drought looks down at you.

``Could you start the music already?`` His unreacting eyes only leave your face when you answer with an apology. It was obvious he was trying to silence Queen.

As you pull the shamisen closer to your body, you can hear the blond's offended complaints soon be replaced by the excitement when he realizes the Geishas' standings.

``Well, aren't you a beauty with white hair of yours, musician? Though no one will beat my Komurasaki! That bastard Shogun! Such a shame.``

You aren't sure what he pulls out of his pocket—a paper of some kind? A picture. You thought maybe some information would leak out of their mouths, yet the only conversations you hear are Queen's complaints and praises towards the women. Lost in your own mind, studies continue to mix. Is Kaido awarding his men before the festival? It seems unlikely, but unfortunately, that might be the case.

As you begin the melody of "Crane Wedding," there isn't another noise except Queen's malicious giggles interrupting you. That is until the sounds of squeaking leather picks up in the trapped room. You fix your eyes on the instrument while somebody else's eyes drill into your face, past your cosmetics and the flawless kimono. They don't move from your face; in fact, you might even think they are staring past your soul. You can feel their eyes travel to your neck, covered by the geisha's makeup. They stare, and you don't dare to look up meet meet them.

The pleasant music of yours doesn't halt as a geisha brings in the food, throwing a quick and nervous glance your way, but soon she too turns towards one of the three men who called her, leaving you alone with that crushing stare. The time stretches along with the performance; the short melody now feels like a loop of endless tactics put together. Lovely notes turn into a disgusting mess of mud inside your mind, plugging your ears and forcing you to hear the way your heart speeds up, noticing his eyes cling onto the darker color not peeking from under the makeup. You're nervous, as are the dancing geisha, whose only audience is Queen at this point. It's soon when the second, heavy pair of eyes turn towards you, but this one is much quicker to leave you be.

That must have been Jack.

King. He's the one that continues to stare.

The corner of your lips twitches after the realization. You try to keep away from falling and dissecting below his gaze. It lasts even after the dance was finished, his red eyes hold you hostage for the most part, even when you get up and do what your teacher, a sweet old lady has taught you.

It's fear, not of him, but rather afraid of him finding out what no outsider should know.

It's doubt, he is doubting you. Suspecting you, yet he asks no question. He only stares you down like a predator when you finally meet his crimson eyes. Your (E/C) eyes reflect his fully leathered top half.

You aren't afraid of him, no you can't be, you've faced many opponents in your 25 years of living, and you've gone through the suffering even the strongest men cannot withstand.

You are a Straw hat.

You are part of a future Pirate Kings crew. You cannot be intimidated by a mere second in command. You hold your head up high.

It turns out to be the right action that causes him to back down slowly, surely you are let go from the muddy waters.

( Eye to Eye )

The sunrise began as Jack got up, and soon Queen followed him. After his callouts to King, who threw an audible shut-up in his way but did not move from the spot he was standing, Queen wasn't convinced until Jack bulldozed through the door opening and intentionally dragged Queen out of the way.

The poker face you've kept up so far slips when King calls every woman out of the room except you. You can feel Haki building its way through your veins, but you don't jump to conclusions, even as he gets closer to you with a towering height difference, his latex and bands stay unmelted when the fire on his back explodes, little sparks jumping towards you, who is by now trapped between the wall and the giant. You can feel the hot sparks on your clothing land and extinguish themselves, The conclusion is slow beneath his red eyes that are staring at you so angrily, any other emotion so hard to read beneath the mask that thoroughly covers every part of his body, the folded black wings are no exception.

Besides blocking your means of escape, he has yet to do anything physically, the temperature in the room rises with how fast the heat is produced on his back. The fire is so familiar you might even get lost in it, in the old times, when fewer shit stains were roaming the planet. It makes you sweat underneath all the tight clothes you're wearing, especially on your back where the wings have started to ruffle, trying to let some air into its layers to no avail.

You wish you had talent in observation haki to determine what he was going to do next.

You flinch when his right arm raises from where it slept beside his thighs, it slowly gets closer to your frozen form, even if you try to lean away, there is no point, you realize. You are tall, but as both of you stand beside each other, He towers over you, but his intention isn't to intimidate you. The instinct is your strong suit and your weakest point.

You can feel the leather wipe away at your excessive makeup, from your cheek to your platysma his hand travels with a heavy heart on its sleeve.

If King was anyone other than King, you would have slapped it away.

If only he didn't share traits you are so familiar with.

If only you didn't share traits he is so familiar with.

You can feel the cosmetics dragging and staining his gloves, wiping away half of your disguise easily, thanks to the heat, he keeps a note of your half-disguised face with calculating... Wide eyes. The other half of your face, one that stayed untouched, must be melting.

It's the shaky puffs of air released from his mask that gives him away, the sudden rise in temperature in an already hot room, it must almost be 40°C, yet he does not budge.

Is he relieved...? Enthusiastic much...?

Not a word is said when he takes his arm away, now covered in white. You can see the way the pupils shake, you are sure he can see yours too, the furrowed brows and slightly parted lips of yours must be a giveaway.

The wings.

The eternal inferno.

A laugh escapes in the room-turned-oven, a nervous laugh of a feminine voice. You must be in shock to have fallen so low. Not even trying are you?

In a world that ought to hunt your kind down, to exterminate the past, the world that succeeded in destroying your kind, you don't feel alone. Or... You will no longer.

In the fervor, the mask comes off, leaving his sweat-covered face uncovered for you to see.

(``What tells that you are the only survivor?`` King used to ask himself back in his younger years before he made it clear how erroneous that question was, not to mention unlikely. It a proof of his childish innocence and the improvement. If more of his kind existed, they would be in the hands of the Government, doing god knows what to them. It always made the locked space of memories in his subconscious bubble up and boil over in quiet rages and liquor-companied nights. As he looks at your somewhat clean face, he is comforted by the pitiless thought that, by some luck, someone else managed to survive the hell he also went through. He wishes he could feel at ease, but he has to be sure. He has to eliminate every doubt in his mind.)

It's not out of intimacy and lust that he asks an inappropriate question to your calmed self about stripping. The surprised look in your eyes indicates a misunderstanding of his intentions. It's only mutual trust that guides him to do what he does next. Slowly but surely, he tries to pull his mask off, letting the tight piece tug at his scalp as he sets his hair free. Only when the temperature doesn't change, even when his skin feels the air, does he let the fire return to its original size.

King The Wildfire, only looks down at your complicated emotions. Even if he does not remember the company of his people, he would truly be a fool not to recognize his own biology. Though he doesn't hold onto hope, suspicion still lingers in his red eyes. It differs from your beaming laugh full of shallow happiness, representing more of a nervous tick than anything. It's been so long since he has heard a laugh not accompanied by sadistic undertones—exploiter gifters who dared to approach him—and the liquor Kaido keeps so close during his episodes.

``... I apologize for the heat."

You smile with somewhat shocked eyes looking up at him. ``...You know, it's been a while since I've felt the excitement of my kind.`` a nervous sigh you let out lead the conversation.

`` you don't have to apologize.``

``Yes... I-`` He has forgotten many unique reflexes with time. For this instance, it doesn't pains him. Every day he forgets what distinguishes the instincts of Lunarians, for he feels less of his kind.

He counts it as a sin, a shameful part of adulting, a side effect of having to live among the likes of Kaido's men, therefore his choice.

You acknowledge his position with his back turned to the door, sitting down cross-legged as he mentions for you to do the same. You obey, his wings hovering over you and hiding your figure from the outside world.

He asks once more to turn your back to him. You try to find any joke to fit in the thick air of nervous glances, but you find none. The unconscious mutual loyalty the both of you have towards one another is born by the shared traits, of family. Of shared pain.

You take the Obi belt in your hands and off of your waist.

He has many questions he cannot get out of his mouth, but for now, he keeps quiet. He is sure you have no intention of reliving the hell on earth that is the past.

You turn your back to a beast with the pattern of a face on its back.

As you take the black fabric of your kimono off, layer by layer the cold bites at your wet body, and the salty smell lets out into the heated air, though none of you care for the odor. You drop the kimono just below your belly button and let the relief that comes with letting your wings flex and take hold.

With a fast-beating heart, King watches.

It's in a haze that he reaches out to your back, his fingers connecting to the shoulders where the wings come from, sending a shiver down your sweat-covered spine, they're smaller he thinks, more fragile than him, though there is no difference in the power of flame and healing when it comes to genders. She could make them bigger when required. They aren't fragile, they are as powerful as his, but the size difference makes it easy to tickle his instincts, long forgotten and left in the past, starving for attention. His hands run over your coracoid, trying to find the place where the feathers meet the skin, attempting to find the evidence that you are real.

He barely hears your name, caught in the view of the wings turning from black to dark blue at different angles. Though he doesn't answer, he has already shown you enough of himself, it is no longer essential. King will do just fine.

The wings are erogenous, however, even if you shiver under the sensitive touches, no lust taints the special moment between the survivors.

``(Y/N).`` you spell out your name.

By instinct, his fire becomes ablaze when his hand sneaks up your humerus, lingering touches ruffling your feathers as the fire licks at your ungroomed wing. It lights the reflective white strands of hair that escaped from Geiko Shimada. The warmth on your back is comforting to the point where you lean your wings into it. Finally, you light the eternal flame, his hand engulfed in your flames goes undamaged. It extracts and attracts the fire from his hand into the center of your spine, causing the fire to grow and spread onto your wing feathers.

Looking back you're met with what you would call, a confused face of King whose features have been caught in the yellow glow of a fire that you are able to control.

King only stares at your almost nude form with a wrinkle of thought between his eyebrows.

( Guard )

In the way King shelters you, with him beside you and you hidden in the massive wing as he walks into his chambers, you would be wrong if you said you aren't anxious. Happy but skeptical. You doubt he'll hurt you, but the mask locking away his facial structures works as an intimidation factor.

The click of a lock on his door is the only sound that disturbs the silence. Now you are in his territory, his nest.

``King?`` you turn around to look at him.

``Where did you come from.`` It's scary how quickly and unnoticeably he changes his mood. But it is probably because the enthusiasm has passed and questions have started to surface, what you thought to be a nice welcome, turns into icy bars locking you out of your getaway, just like earlier. His red eyes leave a permanent mark on your (E/C) ones.

Where did you come from. that's not a question. Questions don't make you feel as if the warmth has left your body and sent shivers down your spine. They don't drag you down the lone caves and lock up your respiratory system.

Questions aren't meant to stop time. But the way both of you aren't moving, they might as well.

You have to be careful with every word and syllable you mutter. ``I've come fro-``

``How are you alive.``

``I-``

You barely have time to finish your answers before he's asking another one, slowly he steps toward you. In the dark, his leather shines, but as you take another step back you cannot help but glance at his wings. How the moonlight seems to bend with each curve of his feathers, sinking into the crevices and lightening them up in a blue hue, similar to you, but unlike the yellow glow, King's replaced by the white. You can't help but be deprived.

There is only one sentence that is louder than the rumble coming from within him. The declaration you acknowledge within all the noise clogging your ears.

You don't feel the suffocation of this situation, nor do you hear King's voice anymore. The pressure (Despite the windows being open) comes from the claustrophobic chamber. Your wings stay close to your back. The masked face looks down on your kimono, his pupils have seemed to freeze on your form, and the angry aura that he emits is all but a facade of defense. His jaw is moving but all you can hear is a rumble that pours out deep from his chest, it's incredibly loud yet deaf to the ears of normal humans, the volume that should shake walls only quiver your brain.

The moonlight seems to cage you in, showing your footsteps to a starved predator, it's the devil's eye that replaces the moon, with red pupils that stare you down. He overshadows your form, sending warnings throughout your system-

The possessiveness only sends shivers down your spine.

(Fight or flight?)

From somewhere far away, a boy with a straw hat on his face lifts his head from where it's laying in a hammock, letting the yellow straws that are incapable of being split slowly drop onto his bandaged chest. The rough feel of the same material wraps around his forehead trapping a few black strands of hair with it.

He grumbles, the ache in his limbs starting to become much more obvious, with half-lidded eyes Luffy looks up from the opening of the hammock, letting his head peek over at the sleeping skeleton currently knocked out in the same way Luffy was supposed to be.

Something's happening.

He is sure of it, but with grogginess biting away his consciousness, he has no energy left to chase after that feeling, he turns his stiff body the other way, peeking from the left he comes face to face with the man who is a family member in all but blood, who he got back just a few hours ago.

He smiles and lies back down, from the position he is in, a window the size of his head stays open, it shows the moon and the stars twinkling their way into existence.

He wonders what others must be up to, are they watching the moon with him? Basking in its glow like a tiger?

He hates that he has to keep them waiting, but it was necessary.

Soon.

...Soon he'll be there.

Wait for him... A little more!-

( Domain )

There's something cataclysmic lurking in the walls of his chambers, causing your ears to bleed. The shackles rattle loudly next to your helix as you scratch at your ear, only making the headache worse. The heavy pull of sea stone brings down your mood. Rough exterior already leaving its mark on your hands

The mirror rests across the bed, compelling the disheveled mess of yourself to face the view. Hair strands fall on the sides of your face, greasy with gel, and your face—oh God, your face—appears smudged, as if the color is melting away. The swollen eyes that signal a newly awakened person squint to see your reflection.

The clothes are still on your body despite being passed out on the enormous bed of a murderer, a killer, and a tyrant's sidekick last night. Another ridiculous error to add to the imaginary board.

Back when King unleashed the color of the Supreme King on your cornered self you didn't dare fight back, and the shackles were here in the form of consequence to your conclusion.

The room was dark, with the only source of light being the window next to the mirror. The bars on the outside really make you feel at home. The decor set a scene suggesting no man had ever lived there. Occasional scratches marked the floor, and the specially modified bed, along with what you could only guess was a closet, were all tailored to fit his taste. Gothic undertones and a taste reminiscent of some old king's private quarters defined his preferences. You could barely discern the detailing on the bed and the strangely designed closet colored in black and gold. The dominating dark blue swallowed any light that entered the room, and there was a door to your left, likely leading to the bathroom.

The quiet morning was disturbed by the entrance of King, he stands in front of the same door you remember entering last night.

You feel quite disgusted.

``I didn't expect you to be awake.`` For a moment before you passed out, you didn't either.

The uneasy eyes meet kings' as time stills. Dragging out the undesirable connection. It only serves to tug your heart down to your gut. The happy moment, the relief and sorrow for the past nothing but a distant memory in the dark shadows of a realm not your own.

He moves closer to your bed, hands dropping what seems to be extra clothes near your feet. The man doesn't flinch as you push your legs closer to your torso and away from him. The rejection is disregarded.

``You should change.`` Carefully you nod your head.

``The bathroom is over there.``His stern voice shakes the weak walls of your mind as he turns his back on you before walking over to the entrance.

You can't help but let out a shaky breath as the door is locked and you're left alone with thoughts you can not connect no matter how hard you try, it only serves to make tremors run up your spine and into your fingertips, it's a dread invading a carefully maintained flesh you tried to protect with the hands of a child once. The deep noise your restraints produce was nothing but a ghost of your past just a couple of days ago. The weight on your wrists burns. The crackle is deafening and bone-shaking. There's no one else to hear you.

``... I need...`` Time to think, to process. Your lips shiver.

The soft white walls are nothing but an illusion. You wonder if the blue-colored room of a beast is a delusion.

The eyes and the goggles flash before you, white coats accompanied by bloodlust run over your thoughts.

Breathe.

You push your knees off of the bed, sweat traveling down your face, the cold is in no way a comfort.

The warm water is what tempts you to tread the wooden floor.

( Lone Wolf )

The water is hot against your skin as the shower head lets the boiling droplets escape freely from the metal, and steam coats the world in the lightest tints. King brings the ache you've long forgotten existed ever since the smile of a boy with the straw hat lit your life full of shadow. You wish you could be happy in the burning downpour, you deserve it, however, the inferno on your back heals the drawbacks, leaving no trace of your accomplishments which took more than a couple of burns to earn.

And you wonder what have you done to earn this.

The happiness of no longer carrying the guilt was relieving, even if it lasted for a couple of minutes.

As a little lady you would wish for a knight to come and take you away to the land of dreams, make the walls just a bit more colorful and alive in the world that burns dreams. The warm hands would he have, the soft look and the shine in his eyes, the wings on his back, and the fire that would put the sun to shame with its flames. The honey on his lips and the daisies in your hair.

The desires were harmless, they gave you hope, something a human would have.

(You can still taste the metal. You can feel the debris fall and you hear their landing making the ground of pure white shake.

Your instincts would only let you run. Would only make you avoid the black broken bricks covered in glitter. Shining green from the light and smoke.

You have no idea what exploded. You won't want to know.

That night, the girl left that place and its guards to be doomed into oblivion.

That night, a knight was left without his princess.)

The sizzling sound you feel is draining you of the energy you might need, it's a waste yet the fire on your back regenerates the lost skin again, again and again. Until you give in and stop the shower, only for the shackles to be felt around your hands. Your wings are open, fully on display.

Sensing the burns in your bones, you wonder what would have happened if you were more close to the explosion of the past, wonder if it would have been better as the water droplets fall from your wet face.

It's fairer than facing the reality that complicates the fragile string of truths once again.

Hands clenched into fists and fire growing ever hotter on your back, you wonder if you are patient enough for this, no longer does a little girl await for saving. She doesn't need to anymore. Someone else might.

It brings up a question. Can you be the light needed for one's darkest times?

You walk out of the shower with a hot back and bloody palms, the fire burns brightly above the feathers. You can only hope to fuel it forever. You keep the wings close, your captor closer.

No longer will you be truly alone.

( Purity )

If there's one thing you've learned as a child, it's that they aim for the stars, with no plan in mind and ambition in their belly, only a brave few truly make it into the sky and those who could not are left with clipped wings and broken dreams. Fragile to the point they crash onto the soil and shatter, never to be put together again.

It makes you proud that your captain never crashed down, that his wings were never clipped, you're sure that the thoughtlessness was enough to boost him to reach beyond the stars.

Before, you wondered if you were able to grab onto the lights that looked down on you during the night. Now you live to see it come true.

However, where you succeeded some failed.

And so King came crashing down with the one who put his wings back together, feather by feather, vigorous and more dreadful than ever.

He split the skies until it cried.

You refuse to allow him to recite Kaidou's doing to you. Day after day in the dark and cold chamber, your fire brightens the dark and continuously burns on your back, never once diminishing.

Nobody is allowed that pleasure.

( Prison )

Getting used to a closed environment comes naturally, as much as you hate to admit it. The dim walls are a new addition to your view, which is no longer full of white coats and a bright enclosure. The heavy shackles are much harder to familiarize with.

In a cold chamber time moves fast.

Your only interaction with the outside world is King, dark and broody, full of confidence and gentleness, he treats you as if you're fragility itself. You won't beg for a way out, you never did, humiliation over naught is an intense feeling to swallow. He's careful with his words, careful in the way he acts and reconnects with his instincts right by your side.

Day after day his visits keep a consistent schedule, with two plates of food and loneliness in his belly he strives to spend breakfast, lunch, and dinner together with you, speaking only a few words of insight. There's fire on your back yet, it does nothing to protect you from the coldness he brings. Wings stay close to your back, never truly opening in the cage. The words he says don't carry the weight of a man born for death.

One wants to lower your walls while shackling you with his, to the point that the invisible distance strains you, he is full of drought and he craves to end the famine.

Time passes and the longer you ignore the elephant in the room, the heavier its weight on your shoulders grows. You destruct yourself for a question you're not ready to hear the answer to. The pressure leads to an opening to form.

It's said in an outlandish way, heart swelling with numbness and hate tingling your fingers. Your eyes stare onward, beyond the figure meeting them.

``What are you achieving?`` Why have you caged me? Weren't you in my position once upon a time?

It stops him dead in the tracks. His eyes don't widen yet his mouth does in a way that seems robotic. The air stills, only the noise of crackling fire could be heard, heavy and rich with the enigma the man was created to be.

Why did you choose kaidou?

You want to ask.

``...Nothing. I achieve nothing.`` you ignore the strict undertone and drink the tea he brought not too long ago. It conceals the wary gulp.

``I would never have taken you for a liar.`` An intense sound is created as he slices the distance between you two with his flight, black wings ajar. a sharp feather rests near your throat. You have to be attentive. Careful to not snap the thick rope that holds his pieces together.

Blood seeps out of the cut.

``Why do you wish for death?``

``You could have murdered me the night we met.`` It's too late for your soul to perish. His reasoning for keeping you alive is clear to you.

His hand, clenching the root of a dangerously pointed feather shakes with the conflicted emotion.

Your back lights and the cut is healed.

He cannot do it, not to his kind. With a quiet grunt, King backs off to leave the chamber, his feather crumbled and abandoned on the cold wood.

Every night is spent alone on a bed made for your kind, it's just that this night feels full of plain dismay and sorrow.

The past does not visit tonight.

( The Other Side )

Your words penetrate him, though he doesn't indicate. The conversation is buried in the depths of ash, fire blooms inside of him, it rages and burns, and wherever he steps the smoke trails after him.

``Haven't you walked the same path?``

His subordinates are seated around a large table, smiles and crevices on their face.

``Do you not know darkness?``

He does. He is intimate with it.

``The hopelessness of being someones plaything?``

He can feel the heat of the past catching up to him, engulfing him in the ball of flame and strapping him on a table. He knows how it feels to be burned to oblivion, the only peace he has known. Words of madness leave his lips, everyone, including himself knows that it's empty threats, for he stands on the other side of the glass. Nothing but a guinea pig

``I know that you know it too. We walked the same path.``

He would have grabbed anyone's hand if only they reached out. It just so happened that he grabbed someone who could change the world, for the better or for worse.

He looks at the barren wasteland of Onigashima.

Was it truly a choice when your options were between freedom and its absence?

He finds that time flies swiftly when sailing. It halts when on the land.

(He has never belonged to either.)

``Why do you recite history?``

He comes to a conclusion, one of selfishness and fear. Clenched fist heats up, he does not pay attention to the rising temperature.

He craves his kind. The hopelessness is the reason he captured you.

His teeth grind against one another. He isn't on the level of humans, his superior biology won't let him stoop that low, but he finds that mentally, he and them are cut from the same cloth. Other's consequences directed him to repeat what he feared.

The thought has long since passed.

King finds it hard to care about them.

But you are entirely foreign. He can taste the smoke of Punk Hazard.

You try again and again. Lightly scratching at the metaphorical walls of him until your hands grab his heart softly, ripping the veins and staining your hands with his blood.

Your mouth only forages for the food King fetches. He wonders about you and the possibilities of it all until the voice he has gotten used to brings him back to earth, you do nothing to cushion his fall, only stalling his drop with words he feels entirely uncomfortable to understand. For the reason that he had no one to share it with.

``There's a saying about them`` You say, looking oblivious with the plate resting on your knees, mouth cooling down the food.

``A man is wolf to man.`` He gets it, King is sure he will hear your voice saying it whenever the existence of The Celestials get brought up.

``I'm glad you aren't one.``

For a moment King thinks about the blood he spilled, the curses his shoulders withstand and the beginning of it all, the things he has seen himself do, and replies.

``I could say the same.``

You can see his face, swatted with shadows even without the mask, crack, and the hidden comfort dawns on his face.

The soup in your hands is warm like the sunlight, the mask he gripped whenever entering the room rests on the bed, no longer present in his claws.

A path reveals itself to the two of you.

(There's a flower that blooms only in cold surroundings, It feeds from the ground and awaits the warmth of the sun, from the grey clouds and falling snow, the light peeks through.)

( No Regrets )

Through the window, you can smell the madness in the air, it's evident in the way King comes in while the walls around you shake with the rhythms of Queen's performance.

Your heart follows along with the melody without your consent. After all, there is not much to do with the man that you have come to accept. The walls are nothing against the booming voice of a man too loud and apathetic. But within the confines of the castle, the tense atmosphere can be felt with the help of King. Every step he takes and grunt that follows brings forth his thoughts and instincts, there's something in the air. Teetering on the edges of your mind.

The Lunarian gets closer to you, finally reaching down to your level. For minutes he stares at you, taking in your features as if you'd disappear. The leather flexes as his left-hand holds your wrist.

The red eyes don't move away. Neither do yours.

The metal spikes on his mask gleam. His eyes tell a story as his head drops down, gloved fingers sliding over the rough material of your cuffs.

Time is ticking, and you are waiting for him to succumb to temptation and finally make a move for both's sake.

King's face tilts up with a heavy sigh in tow to look at you, only for a soft smile to greet him. The cuffs are warm around your skin and cold to the room.

After all, the sun speaks of your captain's arrival.

It doesn't take many days for King to return with the key in between his fingers and no fire on his back. Your smile greets his eyes, and the knowing grin settles on your dark skin, yet the maliciousness is nowhere to be found between your lips.

Ever since his release, King has never felt at peace, perhaps he can only close the distance.

(A glimpse of sunlight was all the flower needed to rise from the frozen land.)

The heavy cuffs harshly meet the floor.

( Reunion )

The smoke is filling your lungs, the familiarity making your heart clench and bring forth a cough. The walls are stained with blood, but you don't dwell on it. Instead, you let the sounds of battle lead your wings; feeling the air make way for you is a sensation missed. The chunks of limbs and lifeless bodies are nothing but a blur in your vision. The battle has long begun, and your release from the King's chamber is far too late.

A cunning smile flashes in your mind, long black hair, and rosy cheeks decorate the memory.

``Better late than never.`` Her composed voice would say, accompanied by her icy and all-knowing stare.

Suddenly, a blue light shines through the castle wall ahead, accompanied by the noise of a gigantic object impacting from the other side. With a single flap of your wings, you pick up speed, aiming to breach the barrier. Your tough feathers shield your body as you slam into and shatter the wall's material. Unscathed, your eyes adjust to the bright figure standing on your left, emanating a stunning light that brings life to its surroundings, leaving your eyes wide. You notice a trail of smoke to your right.

You get a better look at him as the surroundings clear up.

``S-Sanji?!`` You feel quite happy to know that his issue has been resolved, judging from the way his face brightens and stands on the ground of Wano's borders. Although he always lights up near the opposite sex.

``(Y/N)-Chan?!`` His matted blond hair is a detail you only notice with the advanced eyesight your kind seems to possess. The bloody lip and his bruised forehead made him quite a sight. Although the swelling is nowhere to be seen.

You can try to make the words of delight resurface in your mouth, it's always nice to let others know of your feelings, though sometimes it sure gets hard to pull them out from the bottom of your heart.

``I'm glad to see you here!`` it lets the burden on your shoulders lighten.

Sanji responds the way you except him to.

``(Y/N)-Chwaaan!!~♡ It's been so long since I last saw you!`` No longer able to contain the love in his body, the hearts burst from his very soul. Happiness fuels his wiggly movements. ``Oh, how I missed you!~``

A large smile stretches your lips, dry as a desert. ``It's nice to have you back!-``

You could have said more, but the time has already run out.

There's water leaking from the floor above, a loud shriek is heard and your back is met with a cold, menacing look from who seems to be Sanji's opponent.

The reflexes kick in, sinking into your veins, moving you out of the threat of a mechanism falling on top of you.

You'r gaze falls on the Beast. His eyes meet yours.

There's a glimmer of familiarity in his eye.

``Out of the way!`` Sanji's yell warns before the foe swings his oversized arms once more.

The amount of force needed for your wings to fly backward is more than necessary, though the opponent's swings seem to be getting swift at every dodge, the heat produced on your back strengthens your arms and then fists, and you look for an opening to get one hit in, but for a second you can see the furious blue eyes tell you his whole story, the desperation of a man becoming more clear to recognize...

You decide that this is not your battle... The heat is diminished.

( A Change )

The short encounter with the cook was not for naught, his instructions led you directed to a stadium full of warriors ready to risk their lives for a nation that has only its history to live for.

Within enemies, there are familiar faces mixed in, who are also fighting alongside you. With Kaido fighting Luffy and Sanji taking on Queen, it's only logical to assume that the first mate would go for the top of the food chain.

There's so much to do, yet the responsibility does not intimidate your kind.

You're left to protect the survivors of a war already won.

The aftermath was nothing more than a reunion for your crew.

( Hello )

The victory comes and brings midnight with it, cheers and smiles bloom on the warriors' faces as you breathe heavily, and everyone starts to tend to their wounds, burns and deep slashes are nothing compared to what they've achieved. Pirate crews are no exception, they rest and gain the energy they'll need for the morning, until then it seems that you're the only one with stamina left.

The fire on your back grows small until it vanishes completely.

Of course, after Kiado's defeat, warriors took advantage of the weakened Beast Pirates and imprisoned those who could still stand, albeit their dreams were and still are drowning in pieces far too small to see or collect. It's evident that they hold no hope for the future.

But there's a link connecting you to one of them.

You walk near the exit door, watching as men talk among each other and discuss their next step, whatever that may be. Your semblance to that man does not get mentioned by anyone after all, they have not seen his face, but the single glance from Zoro as he stayed awake for 5 seconds is enough for you to tense up, you wonder when it will be brought up. Zoro might have fallen asleep but your heart stayed heavy next to him.

It's a dangerous idea you have, suspicious even, though they must understand, Luffy's intelligence, Nami's smile, Robins's knowledge, Usopp's understanding nature, Chopper's innocent outlook, Franky's family ties, Brook's dedication, Sanji's acceptance, and Zoro's strict attitude. If a word got out, you'd have to face your friends, have to rip a bandaid off of an old wound and hold in a cry. You just have to wonder when?

Yet you still head towards the Udon Prison, consequences last in your mind, the night sky looks down upon you, the stars begging you to go back, however the dark clouds hide them away.

The night air feels nice on your skin, even as you stand above the walls keeping in the Beasts. You can tell that no one is awake, exhaustion haunts the air as you leap down on the dry ground. Mad Scientist Queen is lying face down, covered in bandages that soil the dirt underneath him red, you're glad that his snores are loud enough to hide your wings' shuffling.

The sudden chill runs up your spine and alerts your senses, face tilting sideways, you look at a disheveled man standing over you from behind.

``Hello again, King.`` He thinks of your eyes and how beautiful they look under the moonlight. Your beauty would put Luna to shame.

Your greeting is dismissed.

``Why are you here?`` His dry mouth can barely open to question you.

``To see you of course.`` This time he keeps his mouth shut. Yet his eyes observe your appearance, the dirt, and blood that soaks your Kimono.

To see him after a loss, in a state such as this is a crime that would be punished by death. You're the only exception to the rule that didn't exist yesterday.

``Let's take a seat.`` He hasn't even noticed you move into the center of the prison, too busy trying to keep all the blood inside his body to not flat-line. The bandages are not doing much, and the fire he used in his battle has extinguished itself. All his strength was used up and you wish to see him in this state? There are no words left for him to speak, so he takes the seat next to you. His knee touches yours, the intimacy is foreign.

``This calls for a celebration, don't you think? I grabbed us some booze.``

The liquor bottle nudges him and he takes it with no complaints. The reasoning for others' celebration is obvious, dethroning an emperor is a big feat for anybody.

``After all, a God has awakened.`` King knows.

His eyelids are closed yet he can see the vague silhouette of JoyBoy, the godly form only brings bitterness to his tongue, so he tries to drown it with the smoky taste of beer, which accomplishes little.

``I was mistaken.`` with Kaidou. Regret fills him.

He isn't angry at his loss as much as he is irritated.

``You were.`` The moonlight shines down on both of you. The silence is deafening, nothing but your heartbeats are heard.

``I was saved by that man.`` His head looks up at you, and each of his limbs freezes at the implication. The misery and hopelessness engulf the surroundings. He thinks about nothing except the straw hat with a red ribbon.

``I see... So you're apart of his family?``

``I am.`` the soft look in your eyes makes him envy you.

``...Are you happy?`` He doesn't know what he will do if you respond negatively. King already imprisoned you, took your independence, and chained you to him, yet you didn't burn out, How will he treat you?

``I am, were you not?`` with Kaidou? He doesn't have a straight answer, so he only responds with silence. This was a question he thinks you know the answer to.

It isn't until your hand grabs his cheeks that he opens his eyes in surprise, also realizing he closed them.

``What is that look?`` The strict tone in your voice is nostalgic. He tries to direct the conversation elsewhere, however his mind is flooded with the feeling of your warm hand on his face.

``The marines will come.``

``They'll come for you too, you know.`` You respond with the warning, the Navy isn't known for mercy after all, they'll go after the cause too.

``I don't want that... I don't... I don't want to be alone.`` You add, sheepish of your request, is it too much to ask? You have friends who you consider as family, but King is... Different.

King also does not want to be the sole survivor of his race, he has carried that burden for long enough and now that he had a taste of his people, he wishes to not go back.

``You won't be.`` It's the only promise he'll keep, for your sake and his.

For this, he will have to leave the prison.

``Stay alive for me.`` You beg and he complies.

It all starts with your wing enveloping his form, the soft heat from your contact, and the gentle touch of your fingers over his cheek.

( See You Later )

It ends with a promise and an escape into the night.

With you in the company of your friends on the Thousand Sunny.

And with him on top of a waterfall, watching with curious and intrigued eyes as he holds the leftover newspaper, the ship descends down the mountain and leaps into the ocean next to the koi fish.

He finds your smile now meters away, he gazes with a newfound meaning to his life.

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Call of Duty Headcanons: Vol I✨

How they’d react to their civilian s/o getting hurt

Pairings: John Price x Fem!Civilian!Reader

Tw: mentions of blood, angst(?, knife wound, price is sad. Laswell makes an appearance. Brief mention of Ghost bc 🥰. There’s probably more but I’m bad at this🧍🏻‍♀️

A/N: Heyyyy. So this is my first time writing something and posting it 👉🏻👈🏻 please bear with me and consider english is not my first language 🥹 corrections are appreciated ✨💃🏻I’ll be posting the rest in the upcoming days💕🌼 Enjoy!

Vol II✨ Vol III✨ Vol IV✨

The moment he had stepped in he knew something was wrong. The living room in complete darkness safe from the dim light coming from the lamp in your room. Door ajar.

He almost trembled at the utter sound of nothing.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the dead of the night, making his way to the bedroom you too shared.

Pushing the door open with more strength than he intended to, he saw you laying on the beige carpet, now stained with a deep red color tracing a path towards your body. As if someone had cut themselves by accident and left traces of blood behind.

“No, no, no, no, no.” His face contorted in pain.

Price had seen a fair amount of atrocities in his line of work. Bullet wounds, soldiers losing their limbs due to grenades. Lost brothers in every mission some of them dying on his watch. In his arms.

He crouched down, the absolute gruesome scene imprinted in his memory for the rest of his life. It wasn’t looking good yet he forced himself to breathe caressing your left cheek, trying to feel you. But your once warm body had gone pale and cold. His heart aches, like having his own soul being torn apart.

“Come on now, love. I’m here now.” John raked his eyes through your body until he found the wound. A few centimeters above your belly button. He froze for a second too long. A knife wound. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. It was inhumane. The amount of blood coming out from you. He placed one of his big hands to try to stop you from bleeding out. He had done it more times than he can remember. But never you. Just not you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were good. Too good to be true. Too good for him. You were supposed to be safe from any bloody harm. He swore a silent oath that he’d look after his girl, he’d protect you even if it meant risking his own meaningless life. Tears began to prickle in the corner of his eyes. Jaw tightening. He has to be strong. But how? You’re his life force and now… why, why… why you.

“John.”

More blood comes spluttering from your mouth as you try to speak, say something to him. Tell him to not worry, that you’d be fine. It wasn’t that bad, was it? Your eyes were starting to close, your body losing life.

“Shh, love. Save your energy. Just… just, don’t close your eyes… keep ‘em on me okay? I’m getting you out of here now.

“Remember that trip to Florida we said we’d take when I got back? 1 hotel south beach?” A slow hum came from your red stained lips. “I got the tickets yesterday night. But I need you to be strong, eh?” He swallowed, hard. He was choking with his own emotions. There was a fire burning in his throat. She nodded, even through her watery eyes, even through the fear, she dared to believe. She believed that he would save her. And that was enough.

He’d call Laswell right away. Whatever this is, it wasn’t a random attack. His Captain instincts were screaming at him. John felt the presence of the person he trusted the most aside from Ghost, coming to stand by him. His eyes never once left your fragile body on the hospital bed. Looking vulnerable, small. Yet a fighter.

That’s my girl.

Price dreaded that if he left your side for a second you’d slip through his fingers. You’d be gone someplace he simply cannot follow.

“Made some calls.” Kate told him. John didn’t look at her, at first, he simply nodded ever so slightly. “We have reasons to believe this was a warning. A way to to get to you. To get your attention.”

“Well they bloody have it now, Kate.” He said, through gritted teeth. Clenching and unclenching his hands, finally turning his gaze to her. “Call my fucking team.”

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Hi!! If requests are still open, could I request headcanons of Sebek, Riddle, Vil and Jamil with an s/o who makes them a bento box 🍱 because they love them oh so much? TYSM!!

Sure! I am so sorry for not responding or doing this requests!

Thank you so much for requesting tho!

tw: Nothing just you making and giving them a bento box! Fluff, ooc

-So how do I write this man

-Ah I know!

-Now we all now Sebek is uh quite hard headed, let's say, but your his s/o so you get soft moments with him!

-The price for that is that you have to hear him scream every. single. time.

-Okay maybe not every time but you know what I mean

-You did noticed that Sebek was a little bit more busy than usual (I wonder why) and decided "you know what? Let's go make him a bento!" and because you love Sebek so much and see his efforts even if some people find him annoying most of the time

-So while Sebek was doing what he always does, you decide to make a bento for him for all his hard work and his efforts and because you appreciate him!

-And after all that hard work you were very proud of your own work and decided to give it to Sebek once you found him! (Which didn't take too much time considering he always tries to find you if he isn't trying to find Waka sama)

-He saw you and he ran to you

-Now some people may underestimate Sebek because of how loud he is and yata yata but believe me he can be pretty observant as he is one of Malleus retainers

-Sebek noticed you hid both your hands behind your back while you smiled at him

-Sebek was going to question you what you had behind your hands until you interrupted him and brought both your hands to his face like one of those cliche anime scenes if yk what I mean

-Safe to say Sebek was surprise, and the tsundere he is, he started to stammer his words and like those cliche anime scenes once again, turned his head around and crossed his arms while his face was beet red

-You laugh of course and just told him to take it

-He did btw

-His face still obviously red but nonetheless grateful for the bento box and the more he looked at it the more his face turned red

-It could possibly rival Riddle's hair color

-The next day Sebek tells you to gift him more bento box because it's your food that you made and he admits, it's delicious! (Listen even if you suck at cooking or baking, Sebek will still love it nonetheless)

-RIDDLE OGJISESDBG

-Anyways ignore that and we'll get back on to our main topic thank you very much

-Now, Riddle is always so busy being the housewarden and dealing with rule breakers and you decided, "hey why not make him a bento?" Because he deserves it and because you noticed more lately that he seems a little bit more tired than usual

-And because you love him dearly too

-So the plan was set!

-While Riddle was dealing with the Rule breakers and doing his duties as the house warden, you made a bento in the kitchen of Heartslabyul

-It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst too!

-The Adeuce, Trey and Cater know what your doing and they teased you lightly for making a bento for their house warden but told you good luck

-If you were being honest, you were quite nervous to see how this would turn out

-But you suck it up and decided to just give it to him!

-You just really hope he really really likes it!

-And he did

-So here's how it went. Riddle had a break from all his duties and decided to be in the Garden where the hedgehogs were and played with them, keeping them entertained (Sevens above if someone besides you saw it they would lose their head)

-And you being the s/o of Riddle, of course knew where he was! It was technically part of the rules too so it was natural for him to follow

-you went to the Garden and went out to find Riddle with the hedgehogs and decided to sneak up on him

-It was not a good idea

-He understandably flinched and yelled out "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD"

-You knew what was coming but you wanted to the pay the price for the reaction

-Riddle saw that it was just you and decided to remove the collar and apologized to you while some of the hedgehogs went to your side

-Riddle asked you why you were here and you said you wanted to give him something

-And you gave him a bento

-To say the least, he was surprise, it took him a minute to process what was happening, but once he did, his face was all red that was even redder than his hair!

-But he thanked you nonetheless and gave you a quick small peck on the cheeck

-Safe to say it turned out great!

-And now every now and then, you make him a bento and got better overtime!

-VIL TOO EOIHFEWF

-Uh okay anyways

-Ah the infamous model, Vil Schoenheit, where do I begin with this?

-Vil is the most busiest of them all, so he doesn't really spend time much with you sadly, but whenever he has the chance he does spend time with you

-And since Vil was going to have one of his rare breaks, you decided for the day to make him a bento! And because you love him very much

-It took lots attempts trying to perfect it, and how it would fit Vil's diet

-You skimmed through recipe books for the perfect bento food and found the one! You immediately started working on it and tried to perfect it no matter how many attempts

-You were very determined to perfect this!

-Now normally you wouldn't try to be very determined to do this kinds of things, but this was Vil we were talking about! Your literal boyfriend, plus considered as a perfect and beautiful model too

-You didn't want to mess it up now!

-After awhile you finally perfected the bento and carefully molded the food in the bento and closed it with the lid

-You really hope Vil would like it

-As I said before, Vil's schedule is so busy it's insane, but today was his break so he decided to try and find you to spend time with him

-But he hasn't seen you much lately..

-He asked Rook if he knew where you went, Rook said that you were planning something special and that he would like to keep it a secret from him

-Vil was curious but didn't press any further as he wanted to see what you have planned today

-Rook simply smiled at him and told him to meet you at the spot you guys met. Vil turned around and went to where you were

-Or where you guys met

-He saw you sitting on a bench while holding something. He took a step closer trying to see what it was

-You noticed him and waved at him and you stand up and gave Vil the bento you made

-Vil was surprise but regained quickly his composure

-He took it from you and you smiled at him, and from the rest of the day the both of you held hands together and smiled at each other, Vil btw also loves the food or bento that you made and appreciate that you tried to do it in a similar way of his diet

-Rook is also watching you guys btw

-HELP I'M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS

-Now Jamil is also very busy, with having to babysit Kalim and cleaning up after kalim is just really tiring and exhausted

-You felt bad and decided to make a bento for Jamil and tell him to take a break once in awhile, and this is your way of saying I love you to him

-So you quickly went to it

-Finding some recipes and stuff yk the same

-And some time later yata yata still the same, you finished the bento

-Jamil relieved a sigh of breath since he finally managed to get a break from Kalim

-Jamil was sitting on his bed when all of the sudden, you busted down the door and approach Jamil while he jumped from the sudden violence against his door

-Jamil looked at you, curious to know what you did now

-He was about to scold you as well and ask you why you were here when suddenly you gave him the bento and ask him to take care of himself and left the room

-with a note

-Jamil looked at the box, and then at the letter, and it went back and forth. Before he really started to read the letter

-"Dear Jamil, I want you to take care of yourself and take a break once in awhile, let someone else deal with Kalim for a little, maybe at least 5 minutes or 10 minutes or so? But that's all I have to say in this letter and I love you- [name]"

-Jamil slowly closed the letter and started to blush and was grateful for your efforts

-Jamil promised to you and himself that he would take care of himself better and take a few breaks, just for you

-He put the letter on top of his drawer and ate the food in the bento while smiling to himself

I just realized, most of my headcannons are related to food or most of you guys requests foods.

Btw you can really really tell I started running out of ideas

Well hope you guys enjoyed this fanfic and thank you for requesting!

#atier's works✎#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #sebek x reader #riddle x reader #vil x reader #jamil #sebek zigvolt x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #jamil viper x reader

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anxresi · 1 year

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…Isn’t it a bit late for April Fools Day?! 🤡🤣

I was going to just write a few snarky remarks in the tags, but fuck it… I have a bit of time on my hands right now, so let’s tackle these somewhat disingenuous statements one at a time shall we? Starting from the one in the top left hand corner, and working our way anti-clockwise around… *Cracks knuckles*

1. Yep. SO nice in fact, she doesn’t have any other noticeable character trait. ‘Niceness’ by itself doesn’t make you an interesting, intriguing or compelling character… it just makes you boring. In fact, I’m gonna have to work pretty damn hard to finish this off before I nod off just thinking about her… 🥱

2. …And this is a GOOD thing? It just proves how much the writers were DESPERATE to make her Chloe’s replacement they rushed virtually everything to do with her, including her rapid induction to ‘Hero’. Most of the other Miraculous users had to wait AGES to get their chance, and Lil Miss Perfect just turns up in Paris and gets her chance virtually the first day. It wasn’t earned, it wasn’t believable… it was just handed to her on a silver platter because… reasons. 😩

3. So what? This is just yet more evidence that this girl, a TOTAL STRANGER up to S4 is all of a sudden being treated like the queen of all Mary Sues. Just listen to all the endless shilling about her from the rest of the cast (especially Marinette and, more depressingly Plagg) Now imagine them said in Thomas Astruc’s voice as he lays his case against Chloe… and everything should become clear.

4. This means virtually nothing. Everyone gets their Miraculous permanently at the end of S5, so the fact she gets her’s 5th is just down to a quirk in sequence. If anything, I’m surprised she didn’t get it sooner… in another gratuitous ‘Take That’ to diehard Chloe fans… 😬

5. I don’t even have anything to say about this.. it calculates the precise sum of 0.00% in terms of her worth of a character. You got anything better?

6. Oh, you mean the same acting ‘skills’ that she used to manipulate her sister into pretending she ‘loved’ her and to carry that useless charm about?The thing is, everyone might’ve SAID her talent was great in that AWFUL Queen Banana episode… but it actually wasn’t. Just because the other characters say she’s the next Sophia Loren, doesn’t mean the viewers don’t have eyes and ears. But I guess if they’re stupid enough to fall for Lila’s incredibly obvious lies when the plot demands it, anything’s possible…

7. What, you like her colorful shoes? This is possible the only one I’ll grant you (they ARE pretty snazzy) but at the end of the day, they’re just pointless aesthetics. Anyone else could be wearing them, and the garish colors can’t blind us to her all-conquering mediocrity. Moving on…

8. Here’s a hint: NEVER use the word ‘objectively’ when the opposite is clearly true. She’s not just ‘sweet’, spending time with her is akin to being pinned down in Wonka’s chocolate factory being force-fed candy by all the Oompa-Lumpas until you literally explode. Not a pleasant experience in other words, thanks to the writers laying this sole facet on with a literal trowel and shovel.

As for the ‘sass’ part… nope, not seeing it. Unless you mean the occasional scene when she ‘deals’ with her sister… these parts were obviously only put in to throw red meat for the Chloe-hating sheep out there could hoot and holler at the screen (probably waking their parents up in the process) whilst screaming “SEE? THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!!” Well, I hope you’re happy now. You hapless lame-o’s.

9. Mary Sues don’t get ‘character assassinated’. They get bigged-up, cheered, given every resource in the show to be Da Best… but NEVER wrecked in that manner. Her sister, on the other hand… 😢

I would argue though, that what she is, is WORSE than character assassination… she’s an individual that never should’ve existed in the first place. In fact, I’d barely even describe her as a character. A plot device, a waste of space, a product of Thomas Astruc’s inexplicable raging hatred against Chloe maybe, but not a serious character. As the popular meme goes, Change My Mind (you won’t).

10. …You’re REALLY scraping the bottom of the barrel now, aren’t you?

Besides, this hasn't even been confirmed yet. We don't even know anything about the elusive Mr Lee, or even what he might think about his daughter being forcibly adopted by the Mayor. Something which I'm sure a show of such grandiosity and ambition will go into at great length.. Nah, just kidding!

Next, you’ll be telling me that somehow her sexuality is another reason to think she’s the best thing since sliced bread…

11. And there we have it (sigh). How terribly predictable. 🙄

I’ve already done a whole post thingie about how her being a lesbian and having a short-lived crush on Marinette was just imposed to get unearned brownie points from underrepresented communities when they won’t actually do anything with said revelation, so I’ll keep this short. Sufficed to say though, I feel like starting a hashtag… #TheGaysDeserveBetterThanZoe. Get it trending, peeps! 😎

12. Whatever you’re smoking, can I have some of it? This is crossing the line from ‘delusional’ to ‘crazy’ now. She’s remained as static as a statue since her opening episode, has NO room for change and growth due to the fact she was only brought in to replace Chloe and in that uncomfortably dull niche she’ll stay. Sorry, but just because you wish that she’d had any kind of interesting development doesn’t mean she has. Facts have a funny habit of getting in the way of the truth.

13. In turns of ticking boxes for diversity, French-Americans aren’t exactly a high priority IMHO. But sure if you think that makes her the bees knees (pun intended), you go ahead and celebrate it. 👍

14. So in conclusion, I do agree that Zoe Lee is indeed ‘Best’ character… (hears sharp intake of breathes all round) oops, I’m sorry. What I meant was ‘Pest’ character… in that just having her buzzing about in all her flawless Mary-Sue glory makes you just wanna reach for the bug spray.

You know, like you would for a pesky wasp during a delicious picnic. Because she’s Vesperia, get it? 🤪

The only upside to this sad situation is, from what I can tell (being strictly a non-watcher these days, you figure out why) the writers half-agree with me.

After all for such an 'amazing' character who's apparently achieved so much in her short time in the show... why is she barely featured? They must know, somewhere down deep in their artistic brains, she's a narrative dead zone.

A collection of tiresome off-the-shelf quirks, traits and spare parts (someone here said she was like a bad fanfiction self-insert... ABSOLUTELY RIGHT), loosely held together with visible stitching and hastily assembled together like Frankenstein's Monster for the most cynical of reasons.

She has no arguable reason to be in the show, apart from being a far inferior replacement to the potential mine of character development that someone like Chloe could've represented.

I guess Thomas really does hate complex characters who may overshadow his precious Marinette... or school bullies who traumatized him so much as a lil kid he specifically wrote someone into his show he could subsequently and systematically destroy (as the rumors go... but it wouldn't surprise me with THAT guy).

Now I’m off to bed, but let me end on at least ONE positive note for this much-maligned individual: She’s EXACTLY the kind of character a show like Miraculous Ladybug deserves… and if you like her, you deserve her too.

Now, good night. 🌝 🛌

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #chloe bourgeois #ml salt #ml #marinette dupain-cheng #disney #Zoe #zoe lee

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cinnavanillamelody · 25 days

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As they're walking through Canterlot, Celestia and Luna stumble upon an area currently being decorated for a springtime festival. The shops are busy preparing, and the space is crowded with many colorful ponies - Most of which are unicorns. Just like with the rest of the city, Celestia and Luna struggle to keep track of where they're going, and with the density of ponies up and about, they're having a hard time sticking together.

As hours pass, Celestia insists on checking out several stores along the way. After one particularly long visit, the pair step outside to find it's dark outside and the majority of ponies have left the scene.

The streets are lit by hanging lanterns, the world around them cast in purple and pink hues, and they take a moment to admire the atmosphere. Then, across the street Celestia spots a yellow pony with very large red and orange wings.

Before Luna can stop her, much to her annoyance, Celestia excitedly runs over to the pony.

"Oh wow! I didn't know phoenixes evolved to become ponies! Your feathers are so pretty! They- remind me of my own phoenixes Philomena, are you-"☀️

Luna hurries over and quickly cuts her off.

"Tia-! Can't you see you're scaring him!? We're supposed to be inconspicuous remember!? And it's very rude of you to just suddenly ask someone about their wings!" 🌙

*she quiets her tone so only Celestia can hear her*

"And if you haven't noticed everyone here is staring at them, because of their wings, which lets me know this is uncommon. You're drawing even more attention to it by yelling like that!" 🌙

Celestia blushes in embarrassment and she shrinks back.

"O-Oh, my apologies..." she mumbles to the pony.☀️

"Sorry about my sister, " Luna begins, "You can call me Crescent, and this is my sister Lightia. She gets overexcited easily, I apologize if she frightened you." 🌙

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skzswife · 9 months

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Why don't you come find out?

(Lee minho x fem reader)

⚠ warnings⚠ unprotected sex (in pt 2) reader has panic attack mean Minho Dom Minho toxic ex mentions of abuse I think that it lmk if not

Your best friend since 3rd grade decided to drag you to a party after you being in your room sulking after your boyfriend of 4 years cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about. This is how that went

Gina busts through the door so hard you think it'll fly off the hinges "Get dressed noona" "for what" you say with a confused look on your face that she chuckles at "For the party we are going to so you'll stop sulking and talk to people, plus there'll be hot boyyys" she says wiggling her eyebrows "No" you deadpan pulling your covers back over your head "ughhhh girl you need to get out plus chan really misses you he hasn't seen you since Jack (your ex) and hes worried abt you" "...fine, only to make him feel better though" Gina practically tanks you out of bed by the ankles and to your closet "hmmm not this definitely not this a party not a church..AHA this will work!" She says as she pulls out a dark ruby colored mini dress with a small cutout in the chest and a slit in the thigh "oh wow didnt know we were going to a strip club." "Calm down girl its flattering and these shoes will work" she pulls out a pair of ruby red 2 inch heels "now go put these on and I'll do your makeup!" You reluctantly grab everything and get dressed she then does your makeup and you get in the car and a realization hits you "Wait!.. Chan is friends with Minho" "yeah its fine he said he probably wouldn't come anyway" " oh ok " you reply relieved you arrive and enter the building to be pulled into a bonecrushing hug by chan "Noona I missed you! I was so worried" "y-yeah chan im f-fine but I can't b-breathe" you wheeze out and he lets go quickly and you gasp for air "sorry I'm just excited to introduce you to my friends" "oh yay" you say faking excitement, Chan pulls you through a crowd to his group of friends and he starts introducing you "noona this is jisung,Felix,hyunjin,seungmin,I.N, changbin, and my other friend is missing but we'll find him later, they all excitedly shake your hand and hug you shouting his and omg you seem so cool and nice to meet yous after that you grab some water and start dancing with Gina when chan suddely grabs you and drags you over to his last friend who had just arrived and your jaw dropped it was ths one person you didn't want to see Lee Minho with that typical cocky smile "well hello kitty long time no see" you feign gagging and roll your eyes "you guys know each other?" "No chan we hate eachother." "Hate is a strong word princess" he says with fake pain on his face resulting in you walking away hoping he doesnt see your slightly red face (you hated him you really did didnt you? You wanted to but your heart betrayed you every time he was close god those perfect features made it so hard to hate him)

You spent a while dancing with Gina when you feel a hand on your shoulder and Gina gives you a look before walking away not knowing she was leaving you with someone from your past so bad you couldnt even bring yourself to tell her. You spin around and the blood drains from your face "R-rick?" The man smiles ominously "hey angel you look like you've seen a ghost whats wrong sweet cheeks?" You cant even speak and you just mutter "I- you-how-why.."

"Jeez miss me that much my sweet thing?" He chuckles as he raises a hand causing you to flinch and try to back away "Where do you think your going darling!?" He seethes as he grabs your wrist tight enough to make you since you speak in a quiet tone not wanting to cause a scene "p-please let me go I didnt do anything" "I know honey" he say as he caresses your cheek with his free hand and you try to pull away causing his grip to tighten "o-ow!" "Shut up and nothing will happen ok?" From across the room you see chan and Gina talking not realizing whats happening "I'll be quiet pmease just let me go your hurting me" "stop being dramtic unless you actually want me to hurt you y/n." He leans down to whisper something in your ear and smirks at you while letting go. You start hyperventilating and sobbing silently and start to have a panic attack and then in the blink of an eye Rick is on the floor with someone straddling him punching him relentlessly the person blurred by your tears says in between punches "when*punch* someone says * it hurts * you let * go if she says * let go * you let * go. Understood?" Rick nods desperately "y-yes I do" "good" then ths man suddenly pulls you into an embrace stroking your hair telling you its alright and you find yourself relaxing and then you realize who it is when chan comes over and yells "MINHO WHAT THE HELL YOU CANT JUST PUNCH PEOPLE UNTIL THEYRE BLEEDING FOR NO REASON!!" minho quietly replies because he doesnt want to stress you out more "no reason? Are you fucking serious right now chan? I was protecting YOUR friend from him because he was hurting her and weren't even paying attention and stop yelling right now your just going to make it worse." Chans angry expression drops immediately and he looks at you stepping toward you "did he hurt you Y/n? I'm sorry I should have paid attention to you are you okay?" As chan steps closer you look at him with red puffy eyes from crying and nuzzle farther into minhos chest "No chan im not okay. You promised me you would always be there to protect me and...you werent. Please leave me alone" "o-ok" chan replies stepping back as gina steps forward you step back behind lee know he puts an arm out signaling for her to stop but she just scoffs "dont tell me to stop shes my best friend I need to be there for her." Minho stands firm in between you and her "but you werent there for her that's my point she needed you and you werent there" you tug at his shirt signaling him to come down so you could whisper in his ear "I wanna leave" he nods and grabs your hand leading you through the crowd "We are leaving" he says as you exit and climb into his car the drive is silent but as you pull up you invite him in and he accepts you entwr your apartment and head to the couch as you sit he lays his head on your thighs blushing which makes you giggles "what's so funny L/N?" You blush at him calling you by your last name "nothing your just blushing and I thought it was cute" it takes him a bit to process and when he does it only takes a few seconds for your lips to be connected in a sloppy but passionate kiss teeth clashing but still hungry for more you climb onto his lap and start to grind earning a grunt from him that only riles you up more but he breaks the kiss "we shouldnt do this" "I dont care about the consequences I wanr you as much as I want to hate you I can't" you kiss him again this time with more lust behind it as you fumble to take your dress off breaking the kiss to do so you blush as he admires your chest as if its the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (to him it was) he stares wide eyed before he kisses you again and you melt into it tugging at his shirt desperately trying to get it off earning a chuckle from him "need help kitten?" You grumble as he breaks the kiss to take it off and now its your turn to stare 'i mean you always knew he was fit but DAMN' you think as you trace the ridges and valleys of his abs when something catches your eye.. A small scar on his stomach...

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thesixthplaneteer · 2 months

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Here is my entry for the Masquerade Breach zine!! I have been hitting that word limit like a brick wall for the past month, and I am too excited to keep it to myself! My piece is titled Hell-O-Ween! A Masquerade Breach Story because we like cheesy horror in this house. Thank you for reading!

It’s the late 1980s in Las Vegas, Nythanel, and Noa are attending a Halloween party being put on by Don Jacob Rothstein. Held in a mansion in the desert far away from the city, so the more illicit activities don't fall under unwanted scrutiny, and only those in the know are supposed to be there. One person slipped past security, an ancient enemy of the Giovanni whose true motives are unknown, but their eyes are set on Noa tonight. What can a neonate necromancer and waterblooded sorcerer do when things really start to go bump in the night?

The green makeup of his Audrey Two costume hid the redness but Nythanel still felt the warmth of embarrassment and anger on his face. Fighting back tears he side stepped between costumed guests, tray toting servers, and did his best to fight the urge to bull them over as he went back to the ballroom. Don Jacob Rothstein's Halloween party was in full swing. The dance floor was lively, the bar was packed, and the live band seemed like they could go all night long.

He wanted to make his problem everyone else’s problem but held onto his senses, making a scene at the head of Clan Giovanni’s party wouldn’t make his night better. Noa’s bright red hooded dress and silver devil mask were easy to spot, but seeing her didn’t bring the ease to his mind he wanted. A tall figure in an elaborate red Venetian masquerade costume with a matching laughing mask loomed over her, holding her wrist.

The party-goers near them shuffled away and gawked. No doubt they thought some crass couple brought their backroom fun to the front. A wall of bodies formed to watch, but over their shoulders Nyth could see another masked person grab Noa from behind. Nythanel shoved over a woman in a peacock dress and jammed his elbows into the sides of two clowns to get through.

Noa struggled to get out of their grasp, but Red Mask jerked her arm the other direction. The snap was audible over the music, a pained scream erupted from Noa, a jagged peak shot up from under the sleeve of her dress. The crowd around them gasped, some retched, some clapped for what they thought was some Halloween entertainment, some quickly fled, others watched on unsure what to make of the display.

Nythanel burst free of the crowd and charged them, seeing that the second assailant's costume was also Venetian - though far less elaborate and the color beige. Red Mask noticed his approach and abandoned Noa with a leap backward as Nythanel slammed into the tussle, bringing them all down to the floor hard. Noa’s silver mask clattered to the ground while Beige’s mask was knocked askew but stayed on their face. The thin fabric of their costume tore as Nythanel gathered a fistful of it and pulled, the other fist delivering a hard blow to the back of their head, forcing them to surrender Noa in order to defend themselves.

The surrounding crowd was now comprised mostly of individuals thinking this was simply a show for the party. Some clapped, some cheered for who they picked as their favorite, while a few pulled their partners away.

Moving with trained agility, Nythanel threw his leg over Beige, pushing them onto their back, gaining control of the situation. Flesh exposed itself, the torn collar of the costume revealing their throat. Nythanel gazed at the sight for a moment. He had no Beast. There was no voice demanding he feed, no inner monster begging to kill. This desire was all his. He opened wide and lurched forward, his fangs breaking skin. Any scream to come was cut short by the crushing of their windpipe beneath teeth. Fresh warm blood cascaded into his mouth. Mortal, musky, the sting of alcohol, and a wine-like sweet finish. Sanguine he thought to himself as it empowered his own weak vitae.

Nythanel didn’t see where the sawed-off shotgun came from, nor notice how Beige was able to pull the concealed weapon, he only heard the deafening bang that brought him back to reality. A shower of blood and bone poured from a bystander’s face. Screams of terror erupted from the crowd, they slammed into each other in their mad scramble, going toward the back of the manor to get away from the no longer entertaining brawl. The band abruptly stopped, the gunshot ending the revelry. Not wanting to risk Noa or himself being the target of the next round he twisted and wrenched, flesh and inner tissue tore until he ripped free the section of throat seized by his vicious teeth.

More yells of fearful confusion came from the guests, the handful of them brave or drunk enough to think they could stop a gunman turned and ran as Nythanel spit the chunk of meat onto the floor. Suddenly, he felt pressure build in his ear drums, his heart became heavy with dread despite the flood of passion from the blood. He'd felt this before, when Noa had shown off her necromantic powers in their rare moments of being able to be alone together since arriving in Las Vegas. Nythanel had thought he’d become accustomed to it, or at least shouldn’t be caught off guard by it. Still it numbed the hot anger and hatred he felt. A curtain of wispy, incorporeal figures began to fall from the ceiling. They manifested into the material world like shadows cast into the air itself as they drank in the light, only allowing a dim glow to illuminate the room. Recognizably human, yet completely otherworldly. One such shadow fell over the victim of the beige thug’s gunshot. The body began to twitch and jerk, a sickening gurgle came out of its throat as the air pushed out of its lungs. Nythanel reeled back from the corpse shambling back to its feet, and turned to see Red Mask holding a black stone.

Noa moved to stand, and for a moment she was awestruck at the blatant display of Oblivion's power. Her already dark eyes turned black like a starless night. She wiped her palm across Nythanel’s chin, wetting her hand with the blood of his victim. Willing forth her vitae through the protruding wound in her arm, she let it drip down and mix with the cooling blood before taking hold of the locket around her neck. The air around her became humid and cold. A shiver went through Nythanel as he felt an icy touch trace his spine. The rose on his lapel wilted, and the few mortals that tried running past them collapsed, their eyes went dull, skin turned pale. Sapped of life. She waved her hand out in front of her and took measured steps forward, like a priest performing a sanctifying prayer, and the wispy shadows began to retreat.

The sound of wet choking reminded Nyth of the reanimated corpse, and as his head turned back, he saw it rush past him. His body at first couldn't move as a deep and primal terror seized him. It was walking death, but not his kind of death. True death, the kind even the undead feared. He didn't want to go near that thing, but as it closed the distance between itself and Noa, he knew he had to act or he would lose her. Grabbing hold of his dying lapel rose, he squeezed hard along its thorny stem to draw blood, calling upon the sanguine power within him. He mumbled the incantation and the rose revived in his hand, more vibrant than ever.

Nythanel willed the rejuvenated plant to grow, attempting to whip it towards the corpse to stop it in its tracks. With perhaps more luck than skill, the branch wrapped around the creature's throat, barbs digging into dead flesh. Nyth pulled hard, managing to stop it mere inches from Noa, yet the body remained upright as it struggled to fulfill its goal of reaching her.

Noa didn’t waver at all, either completely confident Nythanel would help her, or far too focused on taking control of the descending wraiths.The room was a thunderous cacophony of horrified cries and screams of dismay, the shattering of glass on the ground, the panicked stampeding of a mob with no direction to go in. Those who had witnessed Nythanel's attack and the arisen corpse tried to run away, but those who hadn't seen pushed back to try and reach the front exit. Spirits accosted various bystanders, forcing themselves into unwilling bodies to inflict more fear onto those surrounding them. Poltergeists scattered plates and knocked over chairs, some managing to even drop a large chandelier on top of the crowd. In the confusion, they didn't care who was trampled. The guests desperately lashed out at anything impeding their own escapes. Jewelry, costume accessories, blood, and bodies all dropped to the floor and were stomped on without a second thought. The wraiths were erratic, but Noa fought, countering the incantations of Red Mask as the shadows ebbed and flowed around them like a turbulent ocean. To an unknowing observer, the two appeared to be simply standing in place and muttering strangely, but Nythanel knew they both were manipulating the thin fabric separating the land of death from the land of the living.

The rose Nythanel turned into a weapon was also being sapped of its life and desperately it drank from him to stay alive. He shifted his weight and pulled as hard as he could to try and bring the corpse to the ground. There was little hope in killing something that was already dead. He forced his will onto the rose once more, allowing it to drink even more of his vitae. It expanded rapidly in response, sprouting more branches that ensnared the body and sawed into its skin with mutated spikes. Despite it being controlled by a spirit, it was still limited to the strength of the muscles it still possessed, or so Noa had previously explained. The writhing and wriggling vines continued to tear, severing the veins and nerves and rendering the wretched thing immobile for good.

His vision started to blur, his head swimming as his vitae was near exhausted. The rose had taken root in his arm and now it threatened to drink him dry. With nearly all he had left, he willed the passing of seasons on the flower, advancing its life cycle to the point it began to wither and decay until it too became immobile and dead.

The two necromancers were still locked in their strange duel, fighting for control of the spirit current that flooded the manor. Nythanel knew he had to help Noa, something better than running headfirst into a death dealer but his options were limited. His eyes went to the floor for answers, and sure enough there was: shotgun. Hurriedly he picked it up and aimed, hoping it had the promised second shot, though the room spun in his hungry near-delirium. With a squeeze of the trigger the weapon thundered, sending its payload into the shoulder of the Red Mask. Crimson exploded from their wound as they stumbled back, their concentration breaking enough for Noa to gain the upper hand. Her good arm raised higher, and the undulating ceiling seemed to calm as the wraiths obeyed her. The shadow over the ballroom lifted slowly as she brought them to heel.

The Red Mask despite all of the trouble and their fresh injury seemed to have accepted their defeat. With only a glance to Noa and a dramatic throw of their cape, a cold silence surrounded them as they simply walked away. Despite the chaos of the still frightened crowd, they were swallowed within the mob as if they had not even been there. Nythanel at first made a move to follow, but stopped himself as Noa began to buckle. Good riddance, he thought sheepishly as he turned to her, relieved the death dealer decided to just leave. She was more important to him, anyway.

As the full brightness of the lights returned and the pressure lifted from his ears, the distinct sound of Italian leather stomped across the floor towards them from behind. A ham-handed man took hold of his collar and jerked him into the air, the shotgun crashing loudly onto the marble.

"You're gonna wish you were fuckin' dead when I'm through with you, Warlock." Growled Adolfo Puttanesca, right hand of the Don.

#vtm #vampire the maquerade #my writing #world of darkness #nyth #nythanel #noa #noa hidalgo #thinblood #clan giovanni #clan hecata #masquerade breach #vtm oc #harbinger of skulls #wilted roses

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fives-girlfriend · 10 months

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Boundaries

You and Gregor have a much-needed discussion about proper pleasure.

Characters: Captain Gregor, GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT. MINORS, STAY AWAY. Smut all the way down. TW for miscommunication and people-pleasing on Reader's end. Usage of the "stoplight" safeword system (green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop).

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Each of his thrusts was met with a whimper ripped from your throat, each tug and yank of your hair pulled tears from your eyes. Muscles pushed just past what was comfortable trying to lean back or hold your leg up or do this-that-or-the-other, each whimpering gasp catching in your throat as you struggled to keep pace. It was only when his fingers just started to close around your neck that your eyes shot open and your hand snatched his wrist, gripping tight to hold him back and wordlessly shaking your head.

You were bruised, exhausted, sore and whimpering. Thin trails of tears streamed down the sides of your face as you laid beneath him, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your gaze met Gregor's, and he had stilled in the shock of your sudden denial of his touch. He took in the scene before him, of you, beneath him and trembling like that, the panic in your gaze that was slowly ebbing away as he drew his hand away from your neck…

"...color?" Gregor asked between panting breaths, and at first, you didn't answer. Worse, actually, was the fact that your expression had shifted into something nearly indiscernible, far from the pleasure he had been hoping to bring you. When he was met with silence, his hand met your cheek, cupping your face with a delicate reverence one would never have expected in conjunction with the roughness those same hands were exhibiting mere moments ago. His thumb brushed your cheek, swiping away tears, and his brows knit into something far more concerned. "...cyare, what color are you at…?"

The look on your face became clear, and it made his heart plummet.

Guilt. You looked guilty.

"...r… r-red…" you mumbled almost imperceptibly, unable to meet his gaze. The instant that tiny word met his ears, he was out of you. He was sitting you up now, arms careful around you, hands smoothing over fingerprint bruises; he drew you in close to his chest and let you rest your head there, fingers stroking your hair in an obviously apologetic gesture for how hard he had been yanking those silken strands. Your breath hitched as he held you, your body trembling - and you clung to him like a lifeline as you tucked your face against his neck.

"Oh, cyar'ika… why didn't you tell me it was too much…?" Gregor mumbled, his voice breaking in the quiet as he held you. You hadn't called it, so all those signs of pain, he had mistaken as pleasure… and the thought that he had been hurting you all this time broke his heart.

"...y-you were… you were enjoying yourself…" you muttered, curling up further in his arms. "I-I didn't wanna stop you… n-not just on my account…"

"...cyar'ika, it isn't fun anymore if we aren't both enjoying ourselves…" he whispered in response, his arms encircling you protectively. "I'm flattered that you wanted to keep it up for my sake… but… I want you to feel good, too. If all I do is use you like a toy, and that isn't what you want, well… that doesn't make me much of a lover, does it…?"

Gregor gently cupped your cheek so you could look up at him, see the small, sad smile on his face. "You don't have to feel guilty over needing to stop, okay…? We have the color system for a reason. I know I can be… intense," he said with a grimace, "but if what you need is gentle? Then I'll be as gentle as any man could possibly be. Okay…?"

"...o-okay…" you muttered in response, reaching up to wipe away your stray tears - but he beat you to it, kissing them away as he peppered your cheeks with kisses, not stopping until he had you laughing in his grasp. His own involuntary giggles mingled with yours, and he held you close as you both laid back in bed.

"Do you want to keep going, cyar'ika?" he asked, stroking your back - and his expression shifted as he watched that look of guilt steal over you yet again. That look said all he needed to know, but he wanted to hear you say it. You needed to vocalize what you wanted from him, he decided. "...use your words, love. Come on…"

"...c-can we, um… stop, for- for now…?" you eventually mumbled out, to which Gregor immediately nodded. In that moment, he had pulled you close and further down into bed with him. He cradled your body close to his own, and his hands smoothed over every bruise, every aching muscle he had left behind. He wanted to make it up to you somehow. But for now, he would do his best to comfort and soothe, holding his darling close.

"...we'll stop for as long as you want, ner cyare," Gregor whispered into your hair, never once letting you go as you both settled into the warm, velvet confines of your bed.

#sci writes #nsft #heeeeeres the gregor safeword smut fic yall were askin for #well. ficlet. less than 1k #this ones for the gregor girlies who need a fucking hug #also my first reader insert!

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Summary: Waking up in a strange place with no way out, what is a not yet a witch to do?

Warnings: LISTEN HERE! You are in for some fun, consensual depravity. We're talking, slight body horror of a person with multiple limbs fucking another person with those limbs. Anal, dick and toy. Bondage, cling wrap kind. Gags, an o-gag. Tentacles-ish oral, giving. Penis in vag. Oral, vag receiving. Smothering with tentacle and hand. DP and all holes are fucked on reader. Those are the ones that are the most outlandish.

Also, slight religious kink/trauma. Towels are on your right when you enter. Please tip the cleaning crew when you're done.

It had to be a dream. That was it. It was all just a dream. I’d wake up back home in my new bed, safe and comfy, curled up with so many pillows and blankets.

Instead, I woke up groaning while laying on a very hard and very cold stone floor.

“Ow,” I grunted as I rolled to my back. Opening my eyes, I stared up at the ceiling of the room I was in. It was tall with pillars curving inward to meet in the middle to make a dome of dark gray stone. “Wha. . .'' Sitting up, I was greeted with what looked like a staged bedroom from Hamlet. Dark, rich colors of reds and golds and blacks in velvet poured down the walls and the very same bed frame from my room. A long, hand carved table held candelabras with dripping candles, but more importantly, a long line of food and drink. “Did I hit my head?” I mumbled, turning around to see the stained glass windows of rather lude scenes.

A few more turns confirmed that there was no door. That can’t be right. It had to be hidden. Checking every inch of the walls as well as the floor, there was no way to exit. But how did I get in there? Even the windows were sealed and couldn’t open. The ceiling was firm, leaving no exit for me.

“I gotta be dreaming. It’s all a dream or a coma dream or hallucination,” I said to myself. Picking up a candelabra, I put out the flames on it before hurling it at a window. The heavy iron decoration bounced off the glass, without leaving any sign that it was weakened or hurt. “What? No, no, no, no.” Picking it up, I took a baseball step forward to swing it into the window. The decoration flew out of my hands as I stumbled back, a force that was over the glass kept me from making a dent in it. “Okay," I said to myself, trying not to panic or hyperventilate.”I’m just tired. That’s it. I’m asleep. I’m just asleep and don’t have to worry about anything.”

“You sure about that, Darlin’?”

Grave’s voice cut any hope from the air that I would wake up in my new bed. Spinning towards his voice, I looked at him wide eyed.

“Because, last I checked, you are very much awake and this is very much real,” he said, standing by the bed. “Now, I know that you weren’t given any information about why you’re here. Your parents didn’t tell you anything, but that’s okay. You still found your way to this side of things,” he said, smiling at me.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. If you drugged me or this is just a way to mess with me. . . Look, I just want to go home. I’ll tell everyone that it was a mistake. I’ll make sure no one follows you or tries to do anything. I just want to go home,” I pleaded.

“Well, that’s not going to happen. Not till you give me what I want at least,” Grave said, taking steps towards me. “I need you to give me something very precious and very powerful. Something you don’t even know you have. All you have to do is just will it to me. Think in your pretty, little head that you want to give it to me.”

“I don’t even know what you want,” I said, stepping backwards to keep space between us. “Whatever it is, just take it and go.”

“See, that won’t work. I need you to will it to me. Say to yourself ‘I freely give Phillip Graves my powers.’ That’s what you have to do. Otherwise, well, you’re going to be here a long time and I have nothing but that,” he said, closing in on me.

“Powers? What?” I said, my back hitting the wall. “Look, I don’t have any money, but my roommates might. You said you knew them! Ask them!”

“Money is not what I want, Little Witch,” he growled, narrowing his eyes. “I said give me your powers. I want you to give them to me, now stop wasting my time and just do it!” Reaching out, he grabbed my arm to drag me to him, keeping me in a tight grip.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I screamed, struggling against his ironclad hold. “Let me go!”

A crack of thunder shook the room as bricks flew out from a wall, hitting us and knocking us down. On the ground, my ears were ringing and dust blinded me while I curled up to try to shield myself from more projectiles. As the deafening ring died down, I was able to make out the sounds of growling and snarling mixed with threatening words. Coughing, I looked up to see John with giant, leathery bat-like wings arching up from his back as huge ram horns curled around his head, coming from his forehead. Sharpened teen shined in his mouth as he jumped onto Graves to pound on him with clawed fists, all while a long, thin tail whipped around. It felt like it was in slow motion, the smoke billowing from Graves body as his eyes glowed bright red.

What the heck? What was going on?

Laying on the ground, I could only watch as John beat Graves back till he was shoved through the hole in the wall. When he went through, the bricks followed, closing up the space and our way out. Silence fell on us as John stood there panting and staring at the wall while I stared at him.

The man/bat/demon/whatever he was turned to me. His body didn’t look right. Any recognizable features were gone and in their place was something from a horror movie. When he took a step towards me, I scrambled back. I had no clue what was going on, but this was serious and monsters of the fairy tale and biblical kind were suddenly very real.

“No, please-” I whimpered, pushing myself up and away. John paused, hurt flashing across his face a moment. Staying where he was, the wings and horns and tail, all of it, faded from his body. All that was left was a shirtless man in jeans that I lived with.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, leaning down a bit, making himself smaller like someone would with a spooked animal. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

“What are you?” I asked, looking him in the eye, not trusting him. There was probably a good reason why he hadn’t told me, but this wasn’t something I could laugh off. It wasn’t a crazy hobby or weird interest. The man wasn’t a man. Everything I had thought was silly growing up in the bible belt of the US was suddenly seeming very real.

“I’m still me. I’m still John,” he said, keeping the space between us, at least giving me that. “But as for what I am? I’m a demon. An Incubus.”

“Wha-An-” I choked out, wondering if I was going to be used or abused or eaten alive. The only thing I knew about demons was that they were from hell and would try to seduce humans into sin. Being the kid of a Baptist Preacher, I had my fair share of bible studies. But I had left the church after moving out at 19 and never looked back. This whole situation just brought so much trauma and questions to the front of my mind that I felt sick with dizziness.

“An incubus,” John said with a nod. “I’m not evil or bad.”

“Yeah, says a literal demon,” I snapped, moving a chair between us. “Am I in hell? Is this hell? Are you going to get me to drop my guard then torture me, make me forget it happened then just keep doing it over and over, forever?”

“First of all, there really isn’t a hell like that. I think. I’m a bit fuzzy on the details myself as I don’t work for the Big Boss,” John said.

“Satan? You mean Satan?” I asked, already feeling my heart was about to tear itself apart from the stress.

“No, I mean Cernunnos. He is the god of fertility and prosperity from the British Isles, well before it was the British Isles,” John said. His tone shifted to a more familiar one as his body relaxed. I was still confused and terrified because I didn’t know what he was talking about. “I’m not a demon as in the ones from the bible that you know. There’s so much more to it and you’re giving me a look that I can’t quite read.”

“I have to be dead, that’s the only explanation,” I said, gripping the chair tightly to keep myself grounded and not pass out. “I’m dead and I’m in hell. You’re trying to make me think there’s no hell so that I’ll be seduced by sin. Oh gosh, my dad was right. I am going to burn in the fires of eternity for watching Fantasia.”

“Oh no,” John said. “Baptist?” I looked at him and nodded as he winced. “That explains a lot actually. You’re not dead, Love. I’m not trying to play tricks with your head either. Graves just had to make everything so much more complicated.”

“Is he a demon too?” I asked.

“No, he’s a revenant,” John said. “But let’s slow down and have a breather. You look pale and those bricks must have hit you hard.” There. That was the John I knew. The one that was going out of his way to help me, to make sure I was safe and okay after barely knowing me for a few days. The concern in his voice had me nodding as I moved to sit in the chair before my legs gave out. “Good, slow, deep breaths. Even and solid,” he said. Moving to a dresser I had missed before, he pulled it open to rummage a moment. Pulling out a shirt, he slid it on to give himself some coverage. While I would normally be blushing and/or drooling over a very attractive man/demon like him while he was shirtless, I was coming down from having a panic attack.

I watched him intently, almost waiting for some sudden movement or jump scare, but nothing came. He pulled another chair over, still giving me space, to patiently wait for me. A few minutes passed, turning into who knew how much time, but he didn’t push or rush me at all.

“Better?” He asked, giving me a smile from under his beard.

“Yeah, thanks,” I said, nodding. “Uh, my dad was a Baptist Preacher. The whole ‘Fire and Brimstone’ and ‘Everyone is going to hell.’ Yeah, that was kind of pounded into me growing up and even though I left when I could, it still lingers.”

“No worries. I understand,” he said. “Now, what do you know about Witches?”

“Nothing really. Just the green faced, hooked nose ladies that are actually kind of racist caricatures of Jewish people,” I said, earning a snort from him.

“Yeah, that sounds about par for the course,” John said with a nod. “Well, the thing is, you’re a witch.”

“No I’m not,” I said immediately. “Graves said that too and demanded I give him my powers. I’m not a witch and I don’t have powers.”

“Not yet, but you will and you are,” John said. “Most of the time, you’re born into a coven and know it from day one. Sometimes, someone leaves and doesn’t want it, so they lie and hide that part of themself. Then someday that someone has kids and doesn’t tell them. The line is still there, but the culture isn’t. That someone is in your family. A grandparent or great grandparent even. They left and hid their past.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” I said, shaking my head. “Everyone in my family is from America and we all came from the same region and all grew up Baptist. No one suddenly showed up with a mysterious past.”

“That means that the last witch in your family goes back even further. Sometimes witches did it for safety. Given the hunts and trials over the centuries they had to hide or they would be killed. There wouldn’t be any sign of it. It’s not like what that cunt wrote in her books about the boy wizard, the little shit. You don’t have magical things happen that you can’t explain, you’re just a normal person till your line is triggered,” John said.

“But how? I mean, Graves kept telling me to will it to him, but I don’t even know the first thing about any of this,” I sighed, rubbing my face. “I just want to go home and pretend none of this happened. It would be just a normal life with odd roommates.”

“I’m sorry I can’t give that to you,” he said gently. “I wish I could, but with Graves involved now, we can’t.”

“Why not? You got in here and threw him out, why not get us home and throw him back in?”

“That’s not how this works and I know it’s not what you want to hear, but that’s the truth,” he said. “I got in here by accident. He stopped paying attention long enough for me to find you and get in. Now that he’s gone, we’re not getting out till he’s ready to let us out. Graves made this small pocket room, so he can keep it shut as long as he wants. The only other way to get out would be to awaken your powers to get us out. You would be more powerful than him, if I’m right, which is probably why he went after you to begin with.”

“Okay, but how do I get these powers? Walk in a circle five times? Wiggle my nose? Find a goblin that has a magic wand and quest?” I asked. John chuckled, shaking his head.

“To trigger the powers you have to have sex three times with a preternatural being. Most of the time, witches are born into the community and often find another witch or being to have a ceremony with to get their powers, but it has to be consensual. If it was forced, it wouldn’t work. As for taking powers from witches, it’s more fuzzy.”

“Okay, first of all, I have to have sex three times to get my powers? I haven’t even had regular sex three times! And what do you mean taking powers is more fuzzy?”

“It’s not pretty, but you would have to will your powers to Graves and then he’d have to eat your heart,” he said with a small wince. “If your line is as long as it seems, to have no witches for several generations, it would be very powerful magic.”

“He said something at the store, about wanting what you had, what was that?” I asked.

“Well, the men and I thought we were guarding an ancient case of magic. Something from Merlin’s time, but it turns out it was a decoy. There wasn’t really anything in it,” John said. “We spoke with a contact and after some digging for a few days, we discovered that it wasn’t the case itself that was magic. It has a list of potential witches whose lines have large gaps carved into the bottom. Turns out that you didn’t accidentally find us.”

“What?” It felt like I was slowly losing my mind the more that he spoke. Everything that he was saying was insane and impossible. I really must have died or was drugged or something. But I had felt the bricks and the dust and pain from John busting in. There was no denying this, as much as I wanted to.

“See, you were cursed,” John said. “By your boss, specifically. The knick knacks she gave you were trinkets of misfortune. She had cursed you, we don’t know why, but it brought you to us. When undiscovered witches come around preternaturals and stay, they turn into a beacon of sorts. Anyone and everyone that would want your powers would be able to find you, especially if you were undiscovered and stayed that way.”

I needed a moment to absorb and process everything. Not to mention follow the stupid red string John had just handed me that was pinned to a giant board of maps and papers and names, nothing I knew or understood.

“Can Incubuseses make people sleep?” I asked, close to breaking down into tears. “I just need to sleep. Not even to try and wake up at home. Everything I’m being told is making my head ache more and more to the point that I’m too overwhelmed to understand anymore words.”

“I can’t make you sleep, but I can help you relax,” John said, standing up. Coming over to me, he held out his hand for me to take, that same smile that made worries leave my over crowded head was on his lips. Taking his hand, I let him lead me to the dresser to find clothes before taking me to another door I hadn’t seen before. Inside was the same clawed bathtub from Johnny’s room that I adored. “Take a nice, long, hot bath, and when you’re done, let’s get some food in you then sleep, mm?”

I nodded, unable to fight anymore as my body was aching more and more. Adrenaline from the fight and initial waking up was leaving me rapidly and all I had was pain behind it. Comfortable around the man/demon again, I stood in the small room as John started a hot shower. Steam quickly filled the room as he pulled a few items from under the sink cupboard. It looked like oils and soaps, which was good. At least we didn’t have to shower with just water.

More questions filled my brain, making my eyes throb as I began to wonder about him. How old was he? Did he always have his horns and wings or did they actually disappear from his body? If he was a demon, what were the others? What other creatures existed that I was told were make-believe?

“You’re quiet, but your head is very loud,” John snorted, setting towels on the sink.

“Can you read my mind?” I asked, looking up at him.

“No, but you look like you can’t stop thinking,” he said. “Here, strip and hop in. There’s some bath oils you can use to help relax.”

“Okay, thanks,” I said, standing there. There was a moment of silence between us as I waited for him to leave, but he wasn’t.

“Are you going to get in?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah, but you’re still in here,” I pointed out. John stepped closer, tilting his head to look me in the eyes.

“Love, I don’t think you understand. We’re not getting out of here unless Graves lets us out or you get your powers. Right now, our best chance is for you to get that magic because the bastard isn’t one to let things go,” he said, his voice lowering in town and volume. “I don’t want to push this, but we need to get out of here.”

Despite the overload going on in my brain, I knew he was right.

“Okay, but after eating and a shower. Food first,” I said quickly, leaving before he could stop me.

Sex wasn’t a big thing in my world. I didn’t actively seek it out or necessarily want it, but if I had urges that I took care of myself. From the two partners I’d had, I wasn’t missing a lot. Missionary position while being uncomfortable as someone pushed something into me repeatedly for a minute or so, then pulling out was the only experience I had to go off of. Movies and books hyped it up as something so amazing and life changing, but I felt the two times I’d had it was enough for me to know that good sex was a myth.

Moving around the table, I picked at the food, finding that I was actually pretty hungry. There were all sorts of desserts and meats and cheeses, along with drinks. John soon joined me, having taken a shower himself instead of waiting on me.

“For being a creepy jerk, Graves has good food choices,” I said as I put some sort of meat onto my plate.

“Mmm,” John hummed as he picked up a group of grapes to pop into his mouth, one by one. I chanced a look at him and the man was in a small towel that barely wrapped around his already slim waist. Water was still rolling down from his hair as he took a seat. His muscles and body hair glistened as he moved even subtly. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he plucked a grape from its stem with his teeth and lips. Were he laid out on a lounge chaise and surrounded by servants in robes, John would look at home in a renaissance painting. “Something you want to say?”

His words pulled me from my thoughts and the beginning of a very naughty daydream.

“Huh? Uh, no,” I said, tearing my eyes away from his grinning face. Chancing looks here and there, I kept catching him doing the most oddly arousing things. Like with the grapes, I’d catch licking his lips after having a drink and then would see him shifting to spread his legs, putting more strain on the poor towel that was already struggling to keep him covered. “I’m gonna go shower and then we can do the thing,” I said, setting my clean plate on the table to scurry away. With the door closed, I cranked the shower to as cold as I could stand it. What the heck was that!?

Since when did I stare at him like that? Since when did I get so horny so suddenly? It was out of left field that all these desires suddenly manifested, leaving me confused and dizzy and needy. Stripping, I tossed my clothes to the side. In the shower, the cool water helped clear my head so I could focus. I needed this. Soaking my body, I began my usual shower routine.

The water turned a light gray as all the dust from the stones was washed off, taking the gritty texture and oils with it. It didn’t take me long, but I didn’t want to get out. If I left the shower and the bathroom, then I would be faced with sex with John. On the surface it sounded like a blast, but I knew it would be mediocre. It was probably for the best, after all, I had said no rebounds with roommates.

Stuck in my thoughts, I didn’t hear the knocking or the door opening.

“Love?” John’s voice pulled me from my thoughts again, startling me and making me let out a very undignified noise.

“Wa-aaah!” I cried out, my feet slipping and arms flailing. “What the heck, John!?”

“Oh good, you’re still here. I came to check on you, but the noise made me wonder if you’d turned into a goat for a moment,” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh shut up,” I grumbled, picking up my wash cloth I dropped in my panic. Pulling back the curtain a bit, I peeked out to see him standing by the door. “I’m fine, as you can clearly hear.”

“Are you? Because, from the remark about having had sex less than three times, I’m inclined to believe that you’re nervous. It’s okay to be nervous, especially with something so intimate,” he said.

“It’s-” I cut myself off with sigh. Dang it, how did I explain this to him?

“It’s what?”

“I know stuff about sex, I watch porn and I have, well, alone time,” I said. “It’s that I don’t believe the hype around it.”

John was quiet a moment and I could only imagine what he was probably thinking.

“Please explain,” he said after a few more beats.

“I mean, the sex I did have was not that great and because I can pleasure myself just fine, I don’t believe sex is. . . Well, fun,” I said. John let out a bark of a laugh as I stood under the water wondering if I really was in hell after all.

“That’s it? You just don’t think sex is fun?” He asked, moving closer to me.

“Yes, that’s it,” I huffed.

“That is something I can change your mind on, Love,” he purred, standing right outside the curtain of the tub. “You really don’t know what an incubus is?”

“No,” I said with a frown.

“I’m a sex demon. I feed off of sexual energy. That’s how I live,” he said. “Sure, I can eat food and I’ll be fine, but I won’t be thriving. I’ll get depressed and aggressive. Take everything away from a lion and put it in a small cage, it’s still a lion, but it’s not living.”

“Sounds kind of sad,” I said, wincing as it came out. Good job, insult the demon.

“That’s my existence. I need, not just sex, but intimacy and pleasure. To hold someone as they see the universe as a whole as they have pleasure slam into them over and over, to touch someone in a way that has them melting against me without knowing why, to be that anchor as someone floats through pure bliss as well as catches them when they come back down to earth. That is what I need to survive and thrive. A quick roll in the sheets is fine, like fast food, but I need to dine on pearls and mussels.”

The more he spoke, the hotter it became in the room. Whether it was my body reacting to his voice and words or if it was that deep seated heat I got when I looked at him too closely, I couldn’t deny that John was someone I needed.

“This isn’t magic, is it?” I asked softly, needing and wanting this feeling to be real. To open myself and let someone see inside me, to bear my everything to him, I needed it to be real. “What I’m feeling right now.”

“I can’t make people want to have sex with me,” he said, his face right next to the small crack that I had made in the shower curtain. Our eyes connected, his crystal clear blue irises held my gaze, making me want to keep that eye contact when I usually shied away. “I can’t force feelings on you, of any kind. I can only enhance them. If you’re feeling something, it’s already there. I’m just making it harder to resist.”

It was impossible to say that I didn’t want him, that wave of heat I got from time to time around him only confirmed it. I just had to decide if I allowed him closer.

“I’ll make sure you see the beginning of life itself before we even finish the first time,” he promised, his hand covering mine that held the curtain. “You won’t even remember what human sex was like afterwards.”

The trail of breadcrumbs he left me was becoming harder and harder to resist. Did I need to resist? It was just sex and then we would be home like it never happened. I hoped at least.

“Okay,” I said, closing my eyes and pulling the curtain back to let him see me.

“Open your eyes,” he breathed into my ear. “I want you to see how badly I need you.” Looking away, I let my lids flutter open before slowly turning back to him.

“Holy shit,” I said, losing my breath at the sight of the towel being gone. John was already hard, his tip pressed to his hairy belly. He was thick and long, his balls hung under his impressive cock looking heavy and full. If I survived this, I may really never have sex again because it couldn’t compare.

“Thank you,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, we’ll work up to it. First, I want to taste you.” Lips parted, he pressed them to mine gently, easing me into it. One hand took mine as the other rested on my hip. “Let’s get you to bed, hmm?” He let me nod before bending over a bit to put me over his shoulder to carry me off.

“John!” I cried, scared that the water would make us slip. He laughed, giving my rear a swat as he carried me to the bed. Yelping, my face heated up at what it did to make me clench.

“Someone likes being spanked,” he purred, tossing me onto the bed. Crying out as I fell and bounced, I grabbed onto the bedding to keep myself on it. “I’ll keep that in mind for later.” Looking up at him, I wanted to make a smart remark, but the words caught in my throat. He looked massive as he stood over me. I knew he was tall and built, but from this angle, it was like a wolf staring down at a rabbit that didn’t know it was about to be eaten. “Now, spread those legs for me so that I can show you how good sex can be.”

I hesitated only a moment before doing as I was told. Leaning back on my elbows, I couldn’t help the shiver as I opened myself up to let him see the most intimate parts of me. Just having him stand there and drink in the image of me like that had me breathing heavier and starting to ache between my legs. He hadn’t even touched me yet.

“I am going to enjoy devouring you,” John groaned as he climbed into the bed, taking his time to kiss up one of my legs then the other. He pushed them apart further, making me gasp as cool air rushed to hit my spread apex. Chuckling, John blew softly on my wetness, making me squirm and whine.

“Don’t tease,” I groaned, looking down at him.

“Oh, Love, you have no idea how much I am going to wind you up,” he said, licking his lips. His big, calloused hands held my thighs open to give him the close up look that he wanted. He kept blowing cold air on me, earning more whines and moans before I finally felt his tongue slide up my slit gently. I whimpered, shaking as he did it again.

“John, please,” I begged as he gave me another slow swipe.

“Please what?” He asked between gentle licks to my sex.

“Please! I-I just, I need you!” I cried in frustration.

“What do you need me to do, Love?” He asked, not giving in to me that easily.

“I need you to eat me out!” I snapped. The shit eating grin on his face showed me I said the magic words. Immediately, John began to thrust his tongue past my wet folds and open me up. It was amazing and no toy could replicate the feeling of him burying his face into my sex. His nose teased that delicate nub at the top as his tongue was sliding in deeper than it should have. I was sure that his tongue was touching parts of me not even I had touched. My head fell back as I let out a long moan.

Usually, it would take some time to get me to a place where I felt I could orgasm, but John had me there in under a minute. Fingers replaced his mouth as they thrust into me and curled as his lips moved to suck on my clit.

“Fuck!” I cried out, falling back as my hands went to his hair. “Don’t-don’t stop!” I sobbed as he added a second finger. They were thick and stretched me past what I was used to. It wasn’t painful, only a bit of discomfort that quickly left as he sucked hard on that sensitive bundle of nerves. “John! John! I-I’m close! I-I-I-!” I tried to warn him as he let his pinky nudge at the tight ring of muscles of my ass, slick sliding down to make it easy to tease and push at without catching. That was what sent me over the edge. Crying out, I sobbed as I squeezed my thighs around his head and shook hard as I came. While I had a voice telling me that I should be worried for his safety as I was tensing hard, John didn’t let up even after my orgasm was dying down, quickly giving me a second one on the heels of the first.

Panting, I choked out a cry as I jerked and clenched hard. After the second one, he eased up, pushing my legs apart. Relaxing my muscles as there were still small jerks, my legs flopped open as I laid there feeling completely satisfied and buzzing. Pulling back, he looked down at me with a feral grin. His beard and chin were shiny with slick as he sucked on the fingers that had been inside me.

“Oh, you are a feast of repressed sex,” he moaned, his eyes starting to glow purple. “I am going to open up a world of pleasure for you and show you how much fun it can be. But first, we’re going to do the basics. I don’t want you to misinterpret how wonderful simplicity can be.” All I could do was nod. Pulling away, he grabbed a towel to wipe his face off as well as clean me up a bit. The fabric felt rough on my red and puffy sex, making me groan and squirm underneath it.

Tossing the towel aside, John moved to climb further onto the bed and over me. I looked up at him, still smelling my orgasm on him as he leaned in close. I was nervous at first, unsure of what it would taste like, but his slow kissing helped ease my anxiety. There was no way to really describe it other than it tasted like me. Instead of being frozen and awkward, I felt comfortable and even confident in my movements as I reached up to run my hands over his body. He slotted himself between my legs and fit perfectly and comfortably as we rocked our bodies together. The man was warm and firm, but his skin was so soft, even with the bumps of scars that I felt. Every part of him felt welcoming and even coaxing me to touch more. His back, which had held those giant wings earlier, had nothing to suggest that he had such appendages. John’s smell was even good despite the slight sweat we had broken in that first act.

Everything about him was disarming and perfect for me to have him. Which was a subtle reminder of what he was. But it didn’t matter anymore. He was making me feel so good and wanted and adored that I didn’t care. So when his cock head slid over my sex, I groaned and bucked, wanting to feel him fully without care of what could happen. Contraception wasn’t on my brain, just his cock buried deep inside me.

Pulling back a bit, he reached down to guide his cock to my wet, warm hole. Gently, he began to rock it into me, letting my body take him at its own speed. Just the head inside me had me moaning and panting.

“That’s it, that’s my good pet,” he mumbled as he began to sink deeper and deeper. “Take my cock like a good pet. Yeah. You were made to have this inside you. All that time you were waiting for the perfect fit and here we are.” His words had me mewling as the slight sting was fading. When he was balls deep, he stayed there, pushing in still as I felt like he would knock the wind out of me. Something inside me wanted him to stay there, let me sit in his lap and just enjoy his cock in my cunt. I could imagine myself in his office as he did paperwork, straddling him while napping peacefully. All the while I warmed him with my sex.

I moved my legs to press my feet into the mattress as they were still spread wide, giving me the leverage to buck up a bit as my lips couldn’t get enough of him. His tongue slid into my mouth, letting me taste more of myself. We were connected at so many points and still it wasn’t enough. Our bodies began to rock against one another, giving some much needed friction below the waist. The rhythm was slow and steady, both of us not ready to cum so quickly. Which made me appreciate him eating me out first. Who knew how long I would last otherwise.

It was a perfect concert of breathing and moaning as we worked together to enjoy the pleasure that was sex. John’s size didn’t matter anymore because he very much knew how to use his whole body as a tool for pleasing me. As the heat inside us was stoked, making us more needy, we began to paw at one another. His hand reached down to grab my thigh, pulling it up to rest over his waist. I thought he was deep already, but he slid further in, making my groan loudly.

“Oh fuck,” I panted, kissing and nipping at his neck and shoulder. Guttural groans and grunts came from me as he began to snap his hips harder. There were noises I had never made before that were coming out of me as he found the perfect angle and spot. “There!” I cried out, digging my nails into his back as he panted into my ear. His soft noises of moans and groans were driving me insane as he sped up. There was this spot that he had found in me that was forcing these obscene sounds from me. They weren’t delicate mewls or soft whimpers, they were deep and took the air from my lungs. When he found it, he didn’t deviate from it. John kept thrusting hard to hit that area over and over, making me claw at him to keep him in that position.

“Shi-it!” I choked out, as I felt my orgasm coming on. Digging my nails in, I was sure I was ripping into his back as he sped up. My sanity was being tested and all I could do was hold onto him. As I approached the edge, he snaked a hand between us, rubbing and circling my clit. Just a few touches and I was cumming hard enough to gush onto him. My body wanted to milk him, to keep him seated deep inside me and never let him go. Bucking my hips and burying my face into his neck, I held on like a koala bear to a tree as I rode out my orgasm.

When I was almost done, I was not prepared for the warmth of him cumming inside me or the words that came out of my mouth.

“That’s it. Fill me up. Make my belly big and swollen. Give me every last drop,” I babbled as I kissed his ear and nipped at it. That was from left field and all I could think of was him cumming so hard and so much that I was filled and plugged, ready to be used later. John snarled as he held me down tight, grinding against me to give me every last drop of his orgasm. The intensity lasted a few more moments before we were both spent. It was amazing and he truly had ruined me for anyone else if they weren’t the same way.

With a soft grunt, he pulled out of me to flop to the side. Immediately I felt myself leaking, which was a strange sensation to say the least.

“I made you curse,” John said after a moment, chuckling as he turned his head to look at me. “Never heard you curse before or sound so dirty.”

“Never was given a reason to,” I said with a giggle. “God, I’m making a mess,” I groaned as I sat up a bit to look down between my legs.

“You are. Such a dirty, messy cunt,” John hummed as he rolled over to grab the towel again. Biting my lip, I really shouldn’t have been ready for another round, but those words were an aphrodisiac to me. Just hearing him say something so crass had me clenching on nothing. John wiped up the mess I was leaving before turning the towel on me. I whined and tried to move away as he wiped me down rather roughly, but John had a hand on me to pin me to the bed to finish the job.

“It’s too sensitive,” I whimpered, but he didn’t stop.

“Oh, you think you’re sensitive now? You’ll be unable to close your legs or wear anything for a week by the time we’re done,” he said with a wink. Swallowing hard, I was actually hoping this wasn’t a threat, but a guarantee. Unable to stop the noises I was making, he ignored them till I was cleaned up to his satisfaction. Groaning at the reprieve, I pulled away to lay down and rest a moment.

Then I heard him opening something.

Turning over, I saw him at the foot of the bed opening a large, old looking trunk. Curious, I sat up to scoot closer to see what it was.

“I think we’re going to have lots of fun,” John said, looking up at me with a wicked gleam in his eye. Frowning, I was confused till he reached in to pull out what looked like a large roll of black plastic wrap as well as a thick, bulbous dildo.

“Uh, where is that going?” I asked, hoping he would say my mouth or sex.

“Oh, you know where it’s going. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it fits,” John said, setting them aside before pulling out a few more items that I couldn’t see. “First things first, have some water.” Hiding his choices for the moment, he went to the table to bring back some water for me as well as a small slider of a sandwich. It wasn’t a lot, but I wouldn’t be starving. Doing as I was told, I drank and ate the snack he provided as he cuddled up behind me. It was a dangerous thought, but I wanted to get used to this. This was what had been sold to me as good sex. Actually, this was so much better than anything else I had seen or heard. His hands rubbed over my body, helping any stiffness that had started to settle in before letting me use the bathroom quickly.

Back at the bed, he was waiting for me with that mischievous smirk.

“Go ahead and get on the bed, Love. On your back as well,” he said. I didn’t argue, not knowing what he had planned, but also knowing it would be something worth the wait. “Good, now grab your ankles and hold them there.” Again, doing as I was told, I watched as he took the plastic wrap and began to wrap it tightly around my hands and ankles to hold them there. He moved it up my leg and arm to my calf before he was satisfied. “Give us a squirm to see if you can get out.”

Grunting, I pulled and twisted my body, but to no avail.

“Fantastic,” he purred. Picking up a spreader bar, he locked the shackles in place around my ankles before picking up an O-gag. Opening my mouth, he placed the rubber coated metal ring into my mouth to buckle it securely. “Is this your first time tied up like this?” He asked, running his hands over my body.

“Uh huh,” I grunted, nodding as he paused at my sex with his hand.

“So I’m guessing you’ve never had anything in your ass before, then,” he said, giving me a quick slap. I squealed and shook my head, pleasure shooting through me along with the pain. “I think I really won the lottery with you, Love,” he said, slapping my sex quickly over and over to listen to me squeal and struggle to close my legs. The spreader bar did its job, keeping me open and exposed to him. “Now, let’s play with that ass of yours.”

Flipping me over to my front, my bound position had me face down and ass up. Perfect him to experiment and toy with my tight hole. Humming to himself, I could only listen and feel as cold gel hit my pucker, making me squirm and whine. John ignored my noises of protest as he pushed and pulled at the hole he wanted to abuse. “Such a pretty little rose bud. Go on, open up for me,” he muttered as he pushed his finger against the tight resistance. “There we go,” he cooed, his finger tip breaking through as I moaned against the bedding. Adding more lube, he kept pushing and working his finger into med. All I could do was moan and get aroused.

“Someone is liking this a lot more than they thought,” John chuckled, teasing my wet folds with another finger tip. “Don’t worry, all three of your holes will be stuffed soon enough.” Adding more lube, he didn’t pause his work till I was taking four of his fingers with sobbing moans. “There we go. Now, let's get this hungry hole something to fill it up with.” Drooling and feeling light, I knew my slick was running over my sex and down my belly and thighs. Each pump into my ass had me leaking more and more. When I felt the first bump of the toy, I groaned softly, having settled into an almost drunk/euphoric state. Then came the next one, and the next, I lost count of how many ribs there were as a heaviness settled in my belly from the toy. Just as I got comfortable with it, John ripped it out.

I cried out and sobbed in desperation. It didn’t hurt, but I hated the empty feeling it left behind. Babbling around the gag, I sniffled and struggled to make him put it back only to get several hard spanks to my cunt. Choking out a scream, I tried to shake my head as he rubbed the tender flesh slowly to help take the heat.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. You’ll be full soon enough,” he hummed, rubbing over my sopping wet pussy to calm me down. When I stopped struggling and settled, he leaned over to give my ass cheek a kiss and a nip. “Good pet. Now, let’s keep going.”

The dildo was back, pushing into me, forcing grunts and groans from me as it was settled once again. This time he didn’t rip it out, instead he pushed and pulled on it, making it fuck me slowly. Panting, I couldn’t help but start to rock back and forth with the motions, enjoying myself while being at John’s mercy. Groaning softly, I followed the plug, whining when it was taken away again, but this time it wasn’t as dramatic. Keeping still, trusting John would make me feel good, I waited.

“That’s my pet,” he said, rubbing over my ass and sex, sliding a finger past my wet, puffy lips for a few pumps before pulling away. “You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you. Learning quickly and understanding.” I gave him a soft noise of appreciation as he slowly finger fucked me. “Now, you seem to like a little pain with your pleasure. So, we’re going to add some more toys.” Sighing softly as he pulled again, I waited patiently as he moved things around. I felt him pull my lower lips apart and began to clip something to them. Groaning and whining softly, it didn’t hurt horribly, but it was more of a steady pressure all along my sex. “You’re doing amazing. Just relax,” he hummed, lining my lips with many of the clips. “There, all done and pretty.” He flicked a few of them, making me whimper and shake. John just chuckled as he went back to my ass.

The heavy plug was gone and something even heavier had replaced it. A thick, round head pushed at my hole, forcing its way into him. It was much longer than the other, the dildo being about 5”, while the new one felt like it had to be a foot long. Pushed till it was fully inside me, John moaned as he held it in place. “You look gorgeous like this. Tied up, ass stuffed, your cunt covered in clothespins, all while you’re a drooling, sticky mess,” he said. Letting me adjust to the new additions, I was nearly falling asleep till he began to move the toy in me. Using long, slow thrusts, John pulled it out till it was just the head then let it slide back in. He repeated the motions, letting me feel every single inch of it.

“Now, the only way you’re going to cum, is by me fucking your ass,” he said. “Either with my cock or this toy, understand? I’m not touching your mess again till you’re having an anal orgasm. Understand?” He asked, tapping my face to make sure I was paying attention. I grunted and nodded, whining softly as he picked up the pace with the toy. It didn’t take long till he was jack hammering it into me as I wailed and sobbed, my body contorting as my orgasm steadily got closer.

Babbling and drooling, making a mess, I tried to tell him I was close, but it was too late. Crying out, I clenched hard on the toy, shaking and sobbing as I came. I gushed on nothing, the clothespins barely hanging on as he kept slamming into my ass. Choked and garbled squeals filled the room as he whipped the toy out to toss to the side, quickly climbing up to mount me. His cock felt bigger than the toy as he began to fuck my ass without mercy. I could only groan as he thrust hard and fast. It wasn’t long before I was wound up again, cumming hard with a scream as he kept fucking me. I tried to buck and move, my body needing to get John as deep as possible, to no avail.

He grunted and muttered under his breath as he gripped my hair tight to force my head back. “Look at me,” he snarled. “Look at me and ask me to cum inside your ass.” I could only sob and look at him over my shoulder, unable to make more than incoherent grunts. Garbled sounds seemed to be enough as he snapped his hips hard before cumming. Tears ran down my face as he stayed buried, grinding against me and his warmth spread. Unlike last time, there was no break. He didn’t stop to untie me. Instead, when he pulled out, he took a moment before thrusting back in.

This time, he must have added another toy because something just as thick and long as his cock slipped into my sex as well. It was a strange feeling, but it also wasn’t bad. I was full of cock and just as I thought I couldn’t be stuffed further, something warm and wet wrapped around my neck before shoving itself into my mouth. Too out of it to care, I moaned around the phallus like object as he began to face fuck me. John began to move at a brutal pace, the thing in my mouth following his lead. The room was actually much quieter with my throat full, save for the wet noises of John fucking me.

It was almost too much as John began to grip and paw at my chest, pinching and pulling and slapping my nipples harshly as he kept fucking me. He was giving me so much all while I was forced to take it. Pleasure began to seem like a drug as he kept going. I didn’t pay attention to anything anymore, even when extra pairs of hands began to touch and grope me. One began to pinch and roll my clit as another swatted at my stuffed cunt to get the pins off, all the while one began to smother me as one other acted like acted as something to keep my eyes open.

The last one even forced me to look ahead of me and where the headboard should be, there was a mirror. I saw what was happening and while it would have sent anyone else insane, I was screaming and cumming again.

It was John. It was all John. The hands came from arms that were sprouted from his sides and the ‘toy’ in my mouth looked like it came from a tail that had a cock on the end. I didn’t need to see what he was fucking me with. They weren't toys. Taking it all in and cumming, my eyes rolled back into my head as I saw stars. Literal stars.

Everything went black for me before stars lit up the darkness and showed me constellations and stories, the history of everything on this planet and more. My body hummed as I felt the light of the stars come into my body, making me glow bright and warm. This was my power. It was given to me from the sky and there was no way I could give it away or let it be taken. Every bit of information that I was shown would have filled the world’s libraries and still need more space, but it was in seconds that I received it. It was placed behind a large wooden door that looked like my bedroom, but instead of the plain wood, there was a carving of the Orion constellation on it. I knew what to do and how to get us home.

I came back to myself as John came one last time. He filled my ass and womb full, as well as my throat that I greedily swallowed down. When he was done, the additional appendages pulled away to disappear. John cut me free before taking the gag out of my mouth. I was nothing but a pliable mess of cum and completely satisfied sexually.

“You still with me?” he hummed, holding me close as I slowly came back to him. I nodded, reaching up to wrap my arms around him, nuzzling close. “Are we going to go home soon?”

“After a nap,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Then home.”

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