#'NO! We will not be humiliated by humans! Not AGAIN!'
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Does Adeleine sometimes carry/cuddle Elfilin and pet him?
Because if she does, it would be pretty funny if she was able to win Elfilis over because she was able to find Elfilin's best scratching spot! (Probably behind the ears)
Have a sketch of the moment in question as thanks for breaking me out of a week of artist's block with that adorable idea...!!
#Dess Sketch#Adeleine#Elfilin#Fecto Elfilis#'NO! We will not be humiliated by humans! Not AGAIN!'#'Are they not done mocking and torturing us with th... oh'#'...What IS that and why does it feel...pleasant...?'#Elfilis's massive superiority complex in combination with...#...the derangement from X amount of time in awful captivity...#...just makes them such an utter delight. I heart them so!
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I had the worst dream last night that I had had a daughter at some point in the recent past and of necessity gave her up (I am far from the financial situation for raising a child and I don't even have the support of a partner, so that part is realistic). And I was just so wracked with guilt because I didn't even remember her name or who she was living with now. I felt so inadequate as a human being for not being involved in my child's life. And if I had to guess I had this dream because I was thinking a lot about abortion rights yesterday and how frankly they alone should be enough of a reason to go out and vote against Republicans. Like if you can't take a stand against people who are pro-forced birth, I don't wanna hear any excuse about it at all. It's some out-of-touch nonsense which reeks or either ignorance or privilege. Because if that were your own trauma-preventing medical procedure being legislated away, would you just let others get away with it being low on their list of priorities? Would you feel like those people still care about you or are your allies? The pro-life camp actively ignores cases where abortion is necessary to save the life of the pregnant person and/or the fetus has no chance of surviving to be born. They also constantly act like you can "just" put your child up for adoption, which to me is a much more terrifying and guilt-inducing idea than terminating a pregnancy. Idk. I just feel like family planning is as essential a human right as any other and yet it's constantly demonized on the right and still somehow trivialized as a "women's issue" from the center and left, from people who don't feel "personally affected"
#i can't stress enough that no medical procedure should ever be on the desk of any politician ever#it makes me incredibly heartbroken because it's a basic human right#if someone cannot or is not willing to be pregnant they should never ever ever have to justify that#or go through the humiliation of proving themselves THE EXCEPTION to a fundamentally unjust law.#abortion cw#probably should've put that sooner my bad#also when i say it comes from ignorance or privilege im not saying it's only amab people#who trivialize abortion rights as an issue. often a lot of ppl w uteruses just sincerely cannot or do not#picture themselves in the dire situation of a pregnancy they cannot bring to term.#again it just makes me want to cry because it's just so personal for people who have to go through it#a lot of ppl about a lot of things just think 'oh itll never happen to me' and adjust their apathy accordingly#(not to get sidetracked but that attitude drove me INSANE in the covid era)#but at the same time regardless of how unenthused some ppl w uteruses are about abortion access#the fact it's a political issue at all is still a sign we live in a (cis) patriarchy#but again a lot of ppl who are hypothetically my allies are quite milquetoast w their feminism#i most likely have been ruminating on this topic bc it's a big concern in my governor's race right now#(kelly ayotte is very much not pro choice no matter what she pretends)#but i also did see some nonsense 'dont vote' take recently that was like 'blah blah blah if u can't give up access to ur abortion rights#ur being selfish blah blah blah' im trying not to make a bigger deal of one nonsense person than i should#and blow that person out of proportion in their significance but jesus. what a ghoulish and evil thing to say
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Manufactured SEEDs
Basically, the concept is that SEEDs once served as a “positive” force meant to permanently remove or separate negative emotions that were deemed unnecessary.
(I wish I could elaborate but I don’t really know how) (I wanted the idea that “SEEDs” have always existed or something unique to Fragaria Memories without being inspired to anything if that makes sense?)
Assuming that SEEDs existed during the time of Legendary Red, what if “Legendary Red” made the SEEDs but backfired and twisted the story that they saved the world of Fragaria from the SEEDs.
Maybe the SEEDs couldn’t be completely destroyed for whatever arbitrary reason, and the Strawberry King took responsibility to guard the last remnant of existing SEEDs left from this world of Fragaria?
Eldritt’s purpose is to keep the origin of SEEDs and the truth of Legendary Red a secret.
<- But at the same time, what good is keeping the truth hidden(?)) “To keep the world idyllic”(?) (How would revealing the truth about Legendary Red and the SEEDs affect the world?
(Maybe we can connect this to time loop theory(?)) (Do you think Halritt wants to keep the world happy by all means necessary) (and time loop is his only answer)
Do you think their existence evolved during their entrapment by the Strawberry King? They’re indiscriminately trying to feed from negative emotions because of this insatiable hunger they had for who knows how long?
How did they escape? Why did the Strawberry King disappear?
Lovers to the same lies— Protectors to sanctity, memories to sanity Red-splattered puddles dye into black I, the shadow to which you belong … strangers to the flesh. Fumbled darkness, the pitch-black mold. A stiff neck … Unable to turn. (Clocks unfortunately twist … A head rolls down.)
Edlritt - “What only needs to be known is that…” Eldritt - “We both want the SEEDs eliminated.” “So, Merold, as long as the motivation exists—we will both be quiet.” Eldritt - “Is this clear enough for you?"
#fragmem#time to ramble in the tags again haha...#holostarsEN lore is crazy but basically the world “elysium” exists as a solution/digital world in the pursuit of peace and perfection#abandoned humanity and “record corruption” is basically a terrible disease that leads to death if i remember correctly(?)#and “corruption beasts” are similar to SEEDs but don’t remove memory#if i remember correctly the people are either “players” or “NPCs”#we live in a digital world digimon digimon#honestly i kinda forgot mid-thought about what i wanted to elaborate on but i think it was the theory that knights earn their forms and nam#i think i wanted to connect it to the possibility of what could be the lore of fragaria memories’s world#like maybe it is a digital world?#i like the idea that world was dying but was saved by the strawberry king and the lords#what if magic was only made as a countermeasure against SEEDs?#Merold - “To destroy the sin within you I will thoroughly humiliate and reveal the truth one by one.”#Merold - “So I’ll keep playing Halritt.” “A smile just like this! Where nothing seems out of place.”#“SEEDs are the original sin” will always be stuck in my head#to eliminate negativity is to embrace death#maybe that is the purpose of a SEED?#to become pitch black or free from color because nothing exists within a void(?)#i wrote to myself once that i wanted merold to have his the holy grail of eris moment#merold - “kirikikirikuku” (eldritt awakens)#its such a good story… im too much of a sucker to villainess stories…#my dark timeline is that halritt tries to create a peaceful world to prevent the SEEDs but this backfires and halritt becomes a tyrant#i want him to die by merold’s hand like a sick joke instead of a SEED#the people you tried to protect now fear or hate you#Merold - “You’re a small man who is bounded by his appearance.”#Eldritt - “Oh but Merold—Aren’t you also the same if we apply it you?”#Merold - “And who’s to say I’m spared from my own words?”#Merold - “An executioner is not exempt to his own blade.” “I intend to do worse to you and the same to myself.”
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AITA for divorcing my vampire husband because he lied to me about his human job?
I (542 vampire) and my husband (260 vampire) have been together for a little over two centuries. There’s a saying in the vampiric community that it takes a century for a tryst to become an enduring partnership and another century to become soulmates. I thought that was true and that Matthew (using his real name because fuck you, Matthew) and I would be together forever…until this week.
First, let me explain a few things to the mortals here. I don’t mean that negatively – I came here specifically to get the opinion of those with a finite lifespan. However, I want to be fair to Matthew as much as possible and some of his decisions are very immortal-minded.
Both Matthew and I are vampires who have chosen to forsake some of our powers in exchange for the ability to daywalk. We made the transition together on our 100th anniversary almost 115 years ago. It wasn’t an easy transition for me. I was very dependent on human blood and I spent the first twenty years in almost constant sleep as my body adjusted to running off of less lunar magic and more solar magic.
It really felt like I was losing everything. My body got physically weaker and my powers began to disappear one by one. It felt like every time I woke, another part of me was missing. One day I could turn into a wolf, the next I could barely turn into a vapor. I could command a legion of undying servants, and then I could barely convince the mailman he didn’t see me levitate down from the second floor.
Matthew, however, took to daywalking like a werewolf to a sheep farm. He barely seemed to feel the pain of losing his power, maybe because he was so much younger than me. Whatever the case, he was out all the time once he stabilized. He would be gone for days sometimes and when he came back it was with fantastic stories about the humans’ new inventions or the new structures being built in whatever town we were in.
I’m not saying I regret transitioning. Just that Matthew and I had very different experiences. It felt like he barely changed at all while my entire being got rewritten. Being immortal makes you comfortable in your own skin. I never doubted myself or my power after I turned 100. But becoming a daywalker made me feel like I was being born as a human again. It was humiliating and vulnerable. I have to admit there were times I resented how easily Matthew did it. I blamed him for not supporting me like I thought he should. I would daydream about draining a human in front of him, showing him what I thought of his fascination with them. I had all sorts of vile and vengeful thoughts. I’m not proud of the person I was and now I’m grateful Matthew wasn’t there to see the lows I sunk to.
Despite all my awful thoughts, I didn’t quit. I don’t know why, but I didn’t. I stuck with it and, day by day, things got easier.
After 26 years I began to stabilize. The benefits of being a daywalker slowly blossomed before me. Now I can say that I am completely happy with my daywalker status and all the changes it’s brought.
I am the most mentally stable I have been since my Turning in 1482. It’s like I’m awake. The fits of rage that used to consume me for months at a time have completely disappeared. I don’t experience the same level of obsession I used to which has freed up a lot of my time that I used to spend stalking my victims.
However, that drastic of a change would be challenging in any relationship. Matthew and I ended up together because of my obsessive nature. Our relationship became strained when that part of me went dormant. He expected me to follow his immersion into the human world just as I had followed him in his revenge quest against his Master. He expected me to support him wholeheartedly and with everything I was. He wanted sacrifices from me that I used to not even flinch at before making. But something was just…different. We wanted different things. I wanted different things.
Matthew was obsessed with being the perfect human. He craved full immersion. He still makes it a point to get a human job every twenty years or so. Me? I’m happy to live off our investments and some mild mind control while enjoying the art and theater community the humans have evolved.
It got bad. Some years, we spent like ghosts in our own house, drifting by each other without a glance. Other years, it was like we were spies behind enemy lines. He would do whatever he could to thwart me and I would go out of my way to ridicule him. Our vitriol poisoned the earth. Matthew didn’t speak to me for a full decade when that poison killed off an entire town.
About twenty years ago, it all came to a head. We had a serious sit-down talk about our relationship. It wasn’t easy. What they say about teaching an old dog new tricks is sometimes true. Matthew wanted me to be as involved with the humans as he was. He wanted me to care about them like he did. I wanted him to travel with me like we used to and not just hop from town to neighboring town (which he did to maintain a human identity with references so he could keep working). When it became clear that we were at an impasse, I brought up the idea of separation.
Separating in the vampiric world isn’t easy. There are a lot of alliances and blood oaths to be considered. Over the two centuries we spent together, we became known as a unit to a number of supernatural entities that we maintain an uneasy truce with. Separating would mean creating new oaths and alliances with the same individuals. And there was no guarantee that those individuals would make new pacts with both of you. A LOT of vampire couples end up in blood feuds while separating. Neither of us wanted that.
There was also, of course, the emotional side of things. While a lot of immortals tend to only feel muted emotions (especially vampires as old as me), Daywalking had made both of us more sensitive than we’d been before. We were both attached to the memories we shared and neither of us could imagine life without the other. After 200 years together, it felt like Matthew was my right arm, and I his. When I brought up separation, we both felt it like we were discussing an amputation.
After about a year of talking, we finally reached an agreement. We didn’t want to separate, and so we would compromise. I wouldn’t interfere with any of Matthew’s human jobs for the 15-17 years if he could hold them without arousing suspicion. In exchange, he would take a year off to go traveling with me before finding another town for us to live in. In between my trips, he would go to plays and galas with me to enjoy human artistry at least once a month.
Maybe our deal was in his favor. At the time, it felt practical and fair. A year of traveling wouldn’t undo Matthew’s string of connections. We would still see each other frequently by going on dates that I liked. Matthew would get to stay immersed in the human world at the level he wanted, and I could stay within my comfort zone.
Which brings me to my current problem.
We are currently at the start of one of Matthew’s work cycles. He’s been everything from a fireman to a politician to a subway worker to a barista. He craves knowledge and connection to a terrifying degree. If it weren’t for how we move every 20 years and he goes without protest, I’d call it obsession.
This cycle, Matthew told me he was going to be a teacher. I was hesitant. While the humans have become more tolerant and less violent over the years, that doesn’t mean they will tolerate us near their young. Enough humans know about vampires that staking in the modern era is a real possibility. Matthew could incite an angry mob against us or, heaven forbid, get a vampire hunter on our tail. I have yet to be shot, but I hear that they have silver bullets that hurt like Hell.
When I voiced my protests, Matthew reminded me about our agreement. He said that I wouldn’t interfere with his jobs and he’d go to all the plays I liked. He even pointed out that, as a teacher, he could get us into high school plays and expositions. I was uneasy, but agreements are penultimate to immortals. I silenced my objections and let him get a job as a science teacher at a local high school.
When Michael has had jobs in the past, I’ve never really paid attention. One time he was a state senator for ten years and I never even heard him speak. I didn’t consider it worth my time to hear whatever his facsimile of a human would say. Real humanity is in the art they create, not in the parody Michael enacts.
But this one…I couldn’t ignore this one. Maybe it was because I was still uneasy about his proximity to human young or maybe I could sense his lies even at the beginning. Whatever the case, I watched him.
The first thing I noticed was the hours. He would go to work early and would often come home when it was time for us to sleep. When I asked him about it, he said that he wasn’t used to grading and that he had underestimated what it took to put a good lesson plan together. I visited some online forums and that’s apparently reasonable for first year teachers.
He would also sometimes go in on the weekends. He missed one of our dates because there was a “grading emergency” that needed his immediate attention. Something about a student’s test getting lost and then found and he needed to input their grade before the deadline which was on Saturday. Humans like silly rules like that so I didn’t even look that one up. I just reminded him that he couldn’t miss our dates again or else he was breaking our deal. He apologized and said it wouldn’t happen again.
Then about three months into his new job, the phone calls started. We have a private room in our house for when we need to talk without any visitors overhearing. Michael moved all his school supplies in there, saying that he needed a silent space to concentrate on his grading. Whenever he got a call, he would never answer it in front of me. Instead, he’d say “Sorry, work” and just go into his office.
I also noticed that he didn’t dress very professionally. Human fashion changes quickly so it didn’t register at first. A sweatshirt here and there slipped past me, and also the Gucci slides. When he started wearing baggy jeans and jerseys to work, I noticed. I may not be up to date on all the newest fashions, but I do go to classy events. I know what a slob looks like and it didn’t sit right with me that he was wearing that to school. When I asked him about it, he always had an excuse. “This is what everyone wears” and “It’s a theme day” or, bafflingly, “It’s spirit week!”
I tried to leave it alone. The reason we have stayed together for so long is because of our agreement to not interfere in each other’s lives. But between his hours, the phone calls, and his appearance, something didn’t add up.
Then, last Thursday, he missed another one of our dates. We were supposed to go to the Nutcracker together. Even though I prefer matinees (when the cast is fresh), I agreed to get us tickets for the evening show so that he wouldn’t have to leave work early. When he wasn’t there at 7pm, I called him and he didn’t answer. Then, when I called him again, his phone was switched off.
I was furious. I spend nearly two decades in these tiny towns so he can live his human fantasy and he can’t even show up for one two hour show? It was the first time since becoming a daywalker that I felt that angry. I was scared about what I might do, so I made myself go home to wait for him.
Only, he never came home that night. At 3am, he sent me a text apologizing and promising to make up our date on Saturday. But the Nutcracker was only playing until Friday and that would be too little, too late. To be honest, it already was. I texted him that and he never responded.
He never ended up coming home last weekend. I texted and called him probably a dozen times and he never responded. I got angrier and angrier as the days dragged by. Did he think I was someone to be taken lightly? Did he not realize that the fragile agreement between us was all that was keeping us from separation?
Yesterday (Monday), I couldn’t take it anymore. If he wasn’t going to come home or respond to my messages, then I would go to him. If he was so obsessed with this new job that he would ignore me for it, then I knew exactly where to find him.
I arrived at his school at 10am. I researched enough to know how to go to the office and sign myself in. I asked the office assistant which room Mr. Duetto was in.
The lovely young woman looked confused. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give that information out to anyone but family,” she said.
“I am his only family,” I said.
She clicked a few more keys and looked more confused. “His paperwork only shows his mother, Delilah Duetto.”
That’s right. His mother. But I still didn’t understand then.
“That’s me,” I said.
“You are not the mother of 17-year-old.”
“I’m his wife,” I said.
She was upset by that. I won’t bore you with every detail, but I had to alter her memories so she wouldn’t call the police. I may not look like someone who has a teenager, but I also don’t look like a teenager. I ended up having to alter her memories so she wouldn’t call human CPS on an apparent adult swearing she was married to a minor.
I went home and broke into his office. There weren’t any lesson plans. There were no graded papers. There were syllabus from different classes, homework with his name on it, and a few polaroids taped to the bottom of his desk of him at a party with children.
Human children. I don’t honestly know which is worse.
(EDIT: I know the child part is the worst part. I misspoke because of my anger. It’s not the humans’ fault that my husband is a pervert.)
I broke into his laptop and used that to check his text messages. He’s been texting like a high schooler. He’s been to parties with them, listened to their problems and even fabricated a few of his own. He’s caught in some sort of weird love triangle where a freshman girl likes him but his “best friend” likes her. He has texted both of them about it, promising his “bro” that nothing is happening and then turning around and leading this girl-child on.
Some choice quotes: I should know better than to get close with you. You and I come from very different worlds
To which she replied, lol maybe we should let our worlds collide
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I find the entire situation disgusting. Matthew is several centuries older than them and he definitely knows better. He’s literally wearing the sheep’s fleece amongst the flock. He has no business forming relationships with human children and even less pretending to be one of them. He’s not a baby. He is over two centuries old!
What is he doing flirting with a child? It’s vile and disgusting and I was set to kill him for it.
I confronted him about it when he came home last night. I told him that he was sick and dangerous and if he loved humans then he needed to stop immediately. I told him we either left town today or I would make sure he never set foot back in that school in a way he really wouldn’t like.
He threw a huge tantrum over my invading his privacy. He shouted at me that I had broken my promise to never interfere in his job. He called me controlling and crazy.
I told him he was the crazy one for chatting up a child. He told me he wasn’t, she was just his friend. I asked him to read their texts out loud if he was being so friendly. I also pointed out that there was no way a 260-year-old vampire is a child’s friend.
He told me I was a hypocrite because I basically cradle robbed him (we’re almost 300 years apart.) He said if anyone was disgusting, it was me for taking advantage of him.
I pointed out that he wasn’t a child, he was over 60 and had already been a vampire for four decades. He argued that that was basically being a child in vampire terms.
I was so angry at that point that the house was shaking. I told him if he felt that way, then we could get divorced right then and there. That that was what I wanted to do anyway because I couldn’t be married to a pedophile.
He asked me if I was seriously going to start a blood feud over him immersing himself in human society. I said no, I’m starting a blood feud because he’s become every predatory stereotype humans have of vampires.
He called me a hypocrite again and told me he was leaving. He said not to call him unless I was ready to apologize. I told him that the next time he sees me, he’d better run before I showed him the real difference between us. And it wasn’t just 300 years.
When I calmed down, doubt started creeping in. From an immortal perspective, what he’s doing isn’t really wrong. I hate to say it, but most immortals don’t view human lives as significant. I know a few vampires who would say that divorcing because he’s playing with his food is idiotic.
Plus, there’s the agreement to consider. During our fight, Matthew pointed out that being a student is a job to humans. So therefore I didn’t have the right to interfere. A big part of me thinks that’s bullshit, but a small part of me wonders if he’s maybe right about that?
I also have to ask myself why this even bothers me. I’m the one in the relationship that is aloof from humans. I’m the one that’s always saying we are from different worlds (Yeah, he stole that from me) and for good reason.
But over the years, I’ve become fond of humans. No immortal makes art like them. I may not remember my time as a mortal, but there are works that give me a sense of nostalgia. Sometimes I think I can remember being a child myself, standing in a field like in Monet painting, staring at the wheatstacks and waiting for the miller to come.
The thought of Matthew playing with them makes me sick. It’s like even after all the years of him living amongst them, he thinks of them as props in his twisted play. It’s even worse that he’s doing this to children.
I can’t help but think something went really wrong with my husband when I wasn’t looking. At the very least, I’m planning on divorcing him. But would I be the asshole if I killed him too?
Separating from him will be violent and messy. There will likely be human casualties. But I don’t see any other way. So, I ask.
AITA for divorcing my husband for lying to me about his human job?
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MONSTERFUCKING — ft. monster! reader, human! character, heavy dub-con, oviposition (eggs), mpreg, aphrodisiacs, degradation, belly bulge, loss of virginity, and all that lovely shit. ♡
It was foolish of him to wander into unknown territory.
You could still clearly recall just how beautiful he looked, trembling at the mouth of your lair. You could smell it—he was pristine, and evidently untouched. A virgin.
He had sworn he would slay you and bring your head home to his village, bloodthirsty and terrifying and claiming this and that before he fell to his knees under the effects of the aphrodisiac, begging you to fill him up with your seed.
And now look where he was.
“So fucking wet,” you crooned lowly, slobbering all over his chest, forked tongue swirling around a nipple as you pushed the fat bulb of your cockhead into him. “Gonna stuff you, ooh, make you carry allll of my eggs.”
“P-please,” he implored, delirious with pleasure, cum dribbling out of his cock in small spurts. It hadn’t even been a minute, and there he was, twitching and broken, just from being stretched out. “‘S too much, please, it won’t, won’t fit!”
How cute. It only made you hungry for more.
“Then we will just, have to make it fit, yes?” With that, you roughly jerked your hips forward, slamming the rest of your cock into his tight little hole. He let out a squeal, back arching as he gasped for breath.
“Oh, fuck!” he sobbed loudly, writhing as shaky hands found their way onto your horns, gripping tight. He was clenching around you so tightly, your cock resting so deep inside him he could almost feel it in his throat. “You’re gonna break me…!”
“Is that not what we are doing?" you sneered, tongue slithering into his ear, making him shudder. "Hah. You came here… ‘cause you wanted this, yes? Wanted to get fucked by a monster.”
“That’s n-not true… I’m here to slay you!”
Clawed hands grabbed at his parted thighs, and lifted him up carefully and gently, switching up the angle so you could now fuck him into the nest. He shivered as your claws grazed sensitive flesh, letting out a pitiful whine.
“You just looove to lie, don’cha. So stubborn! Hehe, d’you go around fucking other monsters, too? Ooh, aren’t you a lil’ slut? My pretty lil’ slut?”
"No! Haah, 'm not, not your slut..."
He shook his head wildly, letting out small sobs as you drove your cock into him with little restraint, treating him like how a child would play with his new toy. Savage and ruthless and obsessive, conveyed in every powerful thrust of your hips, the thwop thwop thwop of slippery skin against the plush fat of his bruised ass resounding in the lair.
It was humiliating. And yet it felt so good.
“You are so pretty. Mine. My mate,” you chanted, and for a second he thought he saw hearts dancing in your eyes. “Gonna make you all mine, you'll never think about fucking another monster again…”
You manhandled him onto his stomach with ease, suddenly pushing back in, and he wailed, bursting with fullness. “Yeah, that’s right. Oh, I’m gonna cuuum. Gonna cum so hard in your perrrfect lil’ hole. Fill you up with my eggs, make you the prettiest mate ever. How’s that sound, my sweet?”
“Please! D-don’t!” he mewled as the base of your cock began to thicken, swelling with knot. “Please, I’ll do anything, I can’t, can’t get pregnant…”
“Don’t worry,” you purred, your tongue wrapping around his neck as you pushed impossibly deep inside him to let the knot catch. “I'll take goood care of you. You will be safe here in our nest, with our eggs… and with me!”
“It’s hard to believe that when—when you’re the danger h-here!”
He keened, shuddering and wailing as your knot began to ever-thicken and expand, impaling him on your cock. A strange, slippery sensation began to fill him, and for a moment he thought that you were simply cumming inside. You shifted above him, grunting loud as you pushed the first egg into him, the action making him gasp, eyes widening.
“What…” he panted, “What’s happening?”
“Told ya I was gon’ fill you up,” you slurred, pressing your chest against his back and stroking his belly in contentment. “Ooh, hnngh, there’s another—”
You let out a groan as the second egg pushed past the gaping rim of your cockhead and into his soft, velvety womb. He was shivering all over, letting out soft whimpers as his cock gave another weak spurt at the feeling of being stuffed.
“No, no, please, stop…”
He let out shaky whines as you pushed egg after egg into him, tummy feeling bloated and heavy. It was too much, and it didn’t seem like you were going to stop anytime soon. Soon, spots were dancing in his vision, and he slumped bonelessly into the nest, letting exhaustion overtake him.
He stirred awake to the soft rumbling of a warm body behind him. Your knot had gone soft, warm cum leaking out of his puffy, used hole. The only physical barrier between him and the exit was your clawed hand, placed protectively on his bulging belly.
Lifting your hand, he rubbed over his stomach, gasping when he felt the outline of multiple egg-shaped objects. You really had gone and impregnated him, didn’t you?
Sighing, he closed his eyes again. Escaping could wait. For now, being surrounded by the warmth of the nest and the fullness of his eggs would do. masterlist!
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Day 6. Monster-kinktober: Extra appendages + Cuckolding/Threesome
A/N: Hi there! So, for extra appendages I think it was mandatory to add a good hemi-peen situation. Enjoy!
Satyr x naga x fem!human || hemi-peen, double penetration (maybe triple), cuckholding, humiliation, (light) dom/sub, sharing is caring, dirty talk, praise kink (light)
When your boyfriend told you about his cuckhold fantasy, you were confused, but when he said the one acting it out with you would be the naga next door… You said yes way faster than he expected. You would feel bad about it, but you knew it turned him on, knowing that other monsters made you hotter than he did. Knowing you were wet just thinking about your next door naga’s dicks.
Both of you were equally surprised when you approached him and asked about it. He accepted pretty easily, curling his tail around your body and groping your boobs right there and then. Your boyfriend whimpered, and so did you, his strong scaled hands so different from your furry satyr’s ones, and the pressure of his tail around your body was making you lose all sense of normality. You wanted to fall to your knees right there and suck him off until he came all over your face so your boyfriend had to lick it off your face.
But he didn’t do any of that.
He undressed you slowly and groped your human body until he was satisfied and you were so wet your juices traveled down your thighs, making a mess. He laughed at your pathetic boyfriend for not being able to say anything to that, a tent forming in his pants. He called you a good girl, and you whimpered, blushing hard. But he didn’t make you come, he didn’t do anything else that day, just kissed you goodbye and patted your ass. Then he made you walk to your apartment naked, your satyr on your tail. (Thankfully nobody saw, but the prospect of somebody seeing made you so wet…) You made your boyfriend fuck you as soon as the door closed, but you knew it wasn’t enough… and so did he.
Not two days later, you were eagerly waiting for the knock on the door, and when he finally appeared, your knees almost gave up under you, your pussy tingling with anticipation. He didn’t even say hello before he was grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to the bedroom, your boyfriend rushing behind you two.
And that’s how you found yourself on your knees, a cock buried in your pussy and another one in your asshole, your neighbor naga pounding into you. Your boyfriend was a pathetic mess across the room, his eyes pleading and soft whimpers escaping his mouth at every thrust from behind you. Your naga boyfriend held you by the hair, pulling your head up so you could stare into your satyr’s eyes as he fucked you senseless. It was weirdly arousing to see your pathetic boyfriend as someone else fucked both of your holes. It was hot, and exhilarating. You were in cloud nine.
“Look at her, you pathetic bug. Look at her face, she looks like she’s enjoying herself, isn’t she? Of course she is. I’m filling her better than you ever could.” The naga said as your boyfriend whimpered, his hand furiously rubbing over his clothed dick. Your mouth was open, unable to form words as he thrust inside of you. “Do we let him come?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. “Nah… I don’t think he deserves it.” He was basically talking to himself, his thrusts relentless. “Should we torture him a bit more, darling?” You nodded and groan when he hit a good spot inside of you. “Pathetic bug, come to bed, on your knees in front of her,” he instructed. Your boyfriend did as he was told without complaining, his dick hard and leaking profusely. “Feed her, she seems hungry. Aren’t you, darling?” You nodded again, desperately, your mouth watering at the sight of your satyr’s dick right in front of your face. He didn’t move, though, and the naga didn’t like that at all. “Can’t you even listen, you stupid satyr? I said feed her,” he ordered, an edge of danger in his tone.
You shivered at his words, and your boyfriend quickly moved forward until his dick was close enough to suck it. You threw yourself at him, but the naga fucking you relentlessly didn’t allow that. He stopped you with a hand on your head, pulling at your hair in a way that made your pussy clench and his rhythm stutter. You wanted to grin, but his next thrust was even harder, making your eyes cross as he hit your G-spot. You screamed his name and he laughed cruelly.
“You aren’t in control either, darling. I like you better than him, but here I’m the one giving orders, are we clear?” You both nodded, your combined whimpers sounding pathetic over the sounds of skin slapping skin as he thrust inside of you. “That’s better, good girl,” he praised, making you groan. He took advantage of your open mouth and thrust inside of you with such force you fell forward and your boyfriend’s dick ended up in your mouth. “Just like that, suck him… but don’t let him come,” he warned. You nodded and started bobbing your head up and down frantically. All your holes were full of dick, and your brain couldn’t process more sensations.
You were completely cock-drunk.
The dicks and thrusts combined into a big mess of emotions and sensations, you didn’t know where you ended and they started. You didn’t know what time it was or who you were, you only knew you had never felt so full and you were about to explode. You groaned around the dick in your mouth, your eyes closing with the intensity of your pleasure as the naga behind you slapped your ass and pinched your nipple, the edge of pain driving you insane. And when he finally rubbed your clit, you exploded into a thousand pieces and pushed your satyr boyfriend away as you screamed the naga’s name. Not two seconds later you felt your holes being filled with warm come, and it only drove you wilder.
When it all ended, your neighbor was covering your body with his, his long tail curled around your middle, both of you breathing hard. “That was phenomenal, I bet he couldn’t make you come that hard…” He whispered against your ear, you giggled, turning around to look back at him and shook your head. He was right. “Of course he couldn’t, he’s just a pathetic loser. Look at him darling, he’s right there jerking off because he’s so lame he enjoys his girl being played by others… Tsk.” He sighed. “Do you think he deserves to come now?” You were about to say yes when something inside of you lighted up.
“N- no,” you whispered, your throat raw. Your boyfriend whimpered, and the naga laughed. “I- I’m still messy, he should clean your cum off my holes…” You said, shy all of sudden.
The naga looked at you with a proud expression, smirking. “That’s a great idea, you are such a good girl,” he praised. “Come here, loser. Clean her so we can have a second round,” he ordered. “And don’t you dare come before I say so,” he added, making you shiver in anticipation at the prospect of another round. Your holes were still tender, but you wanted him inside of you… you could deal with soreness tomorrow either way.
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How to Masturbate like a Good Toy
We all masturbate. We all enjoy it. It's perfectly natural and something we do because we deserve to feel good.
But not you.
No, you are just a toy for real people, aren't you? Therefore when you play with yourself, you don't do it for yourself. You do it to bring pleasure to others, to enhance the joy of your betters either directly or by training yourself to be a better fuckdoll in the future.
Therefore it is your duty to use your playing time in a way that maximizes your usefulness. But fear not! I'll give you a few pointers on how to break yourself as you should.
1) Setup:
Time to be a good toy? Excellent! Before you fully start ravaging yourself like an animal in heat, you need to set the mood. First you need to choose: will you do it at home or will you do it hidden, in some bathroom, playing with yourself, unable to stop, just a drooling mess touching yourself where you shouldn't?
For this guide, we'll assume you're not being a public whore and you'll be in the privacy of your own home. First, lock the doors. Close the blinds. Make it so the real world is left outside of your bubble of debauchery. You don't need it, and it doesn't need you. All you need is to make others cum, now or later. All you need is your own depravity. Silence your phone if you must. Your only need is to serve by fucking yourself.
Now you need to choose what you'll touch yourself to. Make sure to have multiple tabs open, and wear headphones so the sounds of the worst, most depraved porn you enjoy blasts your brain. Don't be afraid to explore new, more fucked up kinks! Remember: it's your duty to get worse!
All ready? Now, you must inform people that you will be touching yourself, and what filth you'll be enjoying. So write on Tumblr! Your masturbation isn't for you. Give people the chance to imagine you, to see you in their mind as the depraved fucktoy you are. Give them reasons to stop seeing you as a human.
Good! Now you're ready to start!
2) Performance:
Yes, performance. Even if you are alone, you exist to be porn. You exist to be degraded and mindfucked. So imagine, at all times, that a camera is on you, or that you're exposing yourself to your superiors. Your actions must be for yourself and for that imaginary audience- until you can't separate your pleasure from the pleasure you bring to others.
Moan loudly. Talk dirty. Call yourself a useless fucking slut. Revel in your own humiliation. Stick your tongue out. Arch your back. Grind on objects. Drool on yourself. Abandon all dignity. People have dignity. You are not a person. You are a toy. Use every chance to practice being the best toy you can be. Go on your knees, look up and throat a dildo. Let go of any delusions of personhood. Embrace your place as an obedient little doll. Expose your body. Expose your kinks. Babble. Let your mind fade away.
And remember, take the time to tell people online exactly what you're doing. Your alone time is just a chance to be porn!
3) Finishing:
Time to finish! How to do it?
Don't.
You don't get to cum unless told to. You get to edge. To get right there, right at the point of orgasm... and stop. And then, do it again. And again. And again.
Every edge makes you dumber. Every edge makes you more obedient. Every edge makes you more open to suggestion. Every edge makes you a better toy.
And tomorrow you'll do it again. You'll get more and more depraved. Your morals will weaken as the accumulated edges turn you into a mindless humping machine.
And so, day by day, you'll get closer to the perfect fucktoy you were born to be.
Do remember: masturbation isn't for your pleasure! It is your duty. Your calling. Your purpose.
Now get to it. A new you awaits.
Good Toy.
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Tw: female reader, hinted captivity, attempted murder, hinted non - con, condescension
"Go on, do it."
He looks at you through half - closed eyes, an almost playful, yet condescendingly tiny crooked smile biting at his lips, threatening to spill into a self assured grin. Your hand shakes along with the bread knife - you almost drop it entirely, but his hand grabs your wrist and forcefully steadies your movements. A hot bubbling humiliation burns your swollen throat, but you can't bring yourself to flinch away.
"I mean, it's pretty dull - are you going to kill me or make me a fucking sandwich, doll?" He barks out a cold laugh, an ugly ringing sound that only serves to make you even more disoriented. The man takes advantage of your distress, roughly gripping your hips in, and you realize with dread the position you're in. Your thighs are spread across his lower body in a pose that is way too intimate for murder, and with each passing moment you can feel his length harden underneath you. The knife feels slippier and slipplier.
"Here, I'll make it easier for you, darling." He whispers with voice too sweet for those words. Before you can do anything to stop him he takes your hand and positions the sharp end of the knife over his left breast. "Feel my heart. It beats just for you." He taunts, tone silky and seductive, assured, completely in control. "Now stab it." His delicate features twist into a sinister grimace.
You take a deep breathe. He's playing with you. He's playing with you just like a cat would with a mouse, yet... you can't just let this opportunity pass. This might be your last chance at escape - so you feel the softness of his skin, the curve of his collarbone that peeks just slightly under his blue shirt. The flesh is warm and pumping blood at speed that feels so awfully alive. The body laying under you is painfully human - even if it belongs to the one you detest with everything you have. You hold his life in your palm right now - you can easily reach and squeeze his thin neck or dig the blade into his chest as many time as your soul may desire. You can press your hand against his mouth or thrust your fingers deep inside his throat until he chokes on his own spit. You can do it. You'd be a fool not to. It's you or him. Either you walk out alive or he drags you down to his own personal hell. You know it. He knows it. And yet your body just won't move. It's useless to struggle - as long as he keeps those deep black eyes on you, you turn to stone.
"Aww, getting cold feet now, are we? You must really love me after all." The man cooes at you playfully, gripping both your wrists in one go. You drop the knife, breaking into a cold sweat. "This was quite adorable, you know?" He pinches your cheek, softly patting it. All colour drains from your face - you failed, again. "Got me all hot and bothered here with your little rebellious stunt, didn'tcha?" He forces you to feel his crotch, and before you know it you're flipped on your back.
"Guess it's my turn now, pretty girl. Brace yourself."
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The One That Outsmarted Him
Human! Alastor x Fem! Reader Oneshot
Warnings: 18+, MNDI, Yandere! Alastor, Murder, Blood, Kidnapping, Groping, Implied Noncon
You.
You were the only person to ever escape Alastor ‘the Bayou Butcher’ Hartfelt. It was honestly slightly humiliating that the one to outsmart him was a silly girl. A petite woman who he could have easily overpowered and slit her throat. What a pretty little throat yours was.
Once the humiliation wore off though. Alastor started having different feelings about you. Admiration, respect, and strangely, for him, infatuation. In other words, he was in love with you. You were going to be his. Whether you wanted to or not. He’d track you down, chain you up so you couldn’t escape, and love you for the rest of his life. Even if you managed to escape, he’ll just hunt you down again.
Alastor hummed as he opened his trunk, in there laid a brown sack that squirmed around and made muffled panic noises.
“Someone wake up from their nap? Don’t worry, ma Cherie. You’ll be out soon,” he cooed as he stroked his large hand over the outline of a human body.
He hoisted the sack over his shoulder before closing the trunk. He carried it all the way down to his basement, where there was a comfy queen sized bed with a chain ready for his darling.
He gently dropped the bag onto the bed, causing a little bounce. He opened it up and there you were, looking so adorable and confused.
“There she is,” he chuckled as he pulled you out of the sack.
Your hands and feet were bond and there was a gag keeping you from speaking. As soon as you saw who your captor was, fear consumed you and you started to fight the best you could in your state.
“Now, now, I’ll untie you. Just let me get the chain.”
Alastor picked up the chain that was attached to the wall and placed it as gently as he could on your neck before clamping it closed. It had enough room for you to breathe but was still sturdy enough to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.
He then untied your wrists and ankles before removing the gag.
“Please, don’t kill me! I didn’t tell anyone about that night!” You cried out.
“Shhh,” Alastor placed his finger to your lips, “It’s alright, my love, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Then why did you bring me here?”
Memories flashed back of you coming in the station after hours to get something you left behind. You heard something in the recording room. Curiosity got the better of you and you entered only to see the famous radio host who happened to also be your employer stabbing a man to death.
The smile, the horrid smile that was on his face as he carved into the unknown man. Just the pure ecstasy Alastor was clearly experiencing from such an atrocious act. It was so terrifying that you nearly fainted. However, all you could do was stand there motionless, face twisted in terror.
Once the man was dead, Alastor laughed, “Thank you for the entertainment, ol’ chum.”
He began cleaning his glasses with his handkerchief, his face still covered with the crimson liquid. When he put them back on, he turned and saw you.
“Oh dear, looks like we have a little witness. Y/n, you just had to show up at the wrong time,” He tsked.
“Please, Mister Hartfelt…” was all you could manage to say.
“I try not to make it a habit of killing women, but I guess in this case I have no choice. Sorry, Sweetheart. But, hey, I’ll make it quick. You’ll barely feel a thing,” he said as he approached you.
Tears started streaming down your cheeks, “Please, don’t kill me. I won’t tell anyone.”
“A real shame, you were such a hardworker and quite a charming lady,” he raised his knife.
Out of desperation, you did the one thing you could think of in that moment, you kissed him. Alastor took a step back, shocked. Out of surprise, he dropped his knife. You seized the opportunity and ran away. You escaped with your life.
Now what could he possibly want with you? It was true that you didn’t tell anyone about that encounter. You only quit by letter and never went back to that radio station again.
“I brought you here, ma Cherie, because I love you,” Alastor pressed his lips against yours.
“What!?” You said into the forced kiss.
He reluctantly pulled away, “I love you and I’m going to keep you forever.”
“What!?”
“I assure you that you will be safe and provided for, my love,” he smiled tenderly as he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.
The look on his face was of a smitten schoolboy. Pupils dilated, face flushed.
“How can you love me? You hardly know me. I worked for you but it’s not like we ever talked much. Not mentioning that you tried to KILL ME!”
“I know, but that was in the past. Let’s focus on the future instead,” he wiped your remaining tears away, “I love you and will never hurt you now or ever. That’s a promise.”
Suddenly, he lifted you up and laid you down so that your head was on the pillows. You let out a squeak that he found absolutely adorable. He took off his leather gloves and let his hands explore your body.
“What are you doing?”
“I apologize, I just couldn’t resist getting to touch my bride,” he said before cupping your breasts in each hand.
“Bride!?”
Alastor ignored your outburst and forced you into another kiss. His hands massaged your chest. He moaned at the feel of you underneath him, how soft you were. The fact that you were all his now, oh, he was going to savior this moment.
He held you down as you kept trying to push him away. How cute, you were playing hard to get. He continued to kiss you until you eventually kissed him back, you didn’t want to but it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop until you did.
A string of saliva formed at the bottom of each of your lips as he pulled away, “Let’s get these clothes off, shall we?”
“Wait, I’m a…”
“A what, my love?”
“A virgin.”
You regretted saying that as it only seemed to make him even more aroused. He licked his lips even. A hunger rose from deep inside of him.
“Oh. Isn’t that lovely? I get to be the first and only man to make love to you,” he smiled a slightly psychotic smile.
“Wait!” You pleaded as he began removing your dress.
He suddenly stroked that special place between your legs which led you to moan uncontrollably. Your body betrayed you.
“Don’t worry, ma Cherie. I will be gentle. I promise,” he gave you a reassuring kiss before unbuckling his belt.
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Unfortunate [Teaser] full fic has been posted
Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi x AFAB! Reader
Warning the full length fic will include the following: gang banging, dub-con / non-con, forced oral, forced orgasm, BDSM themes… which just means they aren’t easy on you whatsoever, humiliation, bukkake, outdoor sex, brain washing, etc etc etc
A/N: so I will say, this fic is going to be a darker one. I don’t think I’ve ever written like… full on non-con… honestly this fic will somehow lean towards dub-con anyways. Like let’s be honest, it’s gonna be a very morally gray fic. I mean we aren’t moral people let’s be real.
You had fucked up, big time. “Such a stupid thing! You couldn’t figure out that we wanted you to do this?” The green eyed demon laughed again, watching as you looked between the three of them. Laughing just a bit harder as you realized only three of them stood before you. “I-but…” there was a fourth. You were certain of it… so where the hell did he go? “Karaku…you’re so loud…” the blue eyed demon whined, eyes locked on you as he referred to the green eyed demon. “Shut it, Aizetsu.”
The red eyed one spoke again, staff hovering just a bit off the ground as he scowled at you. “You’re probably wondering where the fourth one went, huh sugar?” The green eyed demon taunted you, completely torn, you couldn’t figure out where to look. If your eyes left the three of them they’d likely attack. If you didn’t try to figure out the location of the fourth, it was likely he’d kill you instead. “C’mon, little slayer… Show us what you got…” the blue eyed demon spoke, voice somber and eyes filled with sadness.
“Urogi, quit playing around.” The red eyed demon bellowed, another name, but your brain was going too fast to remember it. The flapping of wings pulled you from your daze, head whipping in the direction of the noise but it was too late. Two claws grabbed around your waist, the sudden thrust upward knocking your blade straight from your grasp. A scream of shock left you as you were torn straight off the ground, head flying upwards to see what had grabbed you. Somehow, it was the fourth demon.
He looked just as the other three did, the only differences being his eyes and his limbs. Golden eyes stared down at you, a familiar smirk on his lips. Instead of arms and legs, he had claws. His limbs resembled that of a bird or reptile, large wings expanding behind him. You jerked as he stopped, hovering in the air as he looked you over. It wasn’t until he raised his legs that you realized he was using them to grasp you opposed to his arms. “What a pathetic thing you are…” he laughed as he let you go.
You began to plummet to the ground, body and mind so disconnected from your reality that you couldn’t even muster a scream before he swooped down to grab you again. Now, you were facing him, eyes wide and chest heaving. “You humans are so easy to break… though I must say I’ve never seen the fighting spirit leave someone as quickly as it left you.” He admired your petrified face, slowly descending until he was in earshot of his other halves. “Yah know, Sekido? We shouldn’t kill her just yet…”
His eyes trailed over your body, a cruel grin covering his face as he spoke. “Why don’t we have some fun with her? It’s been years since I’ve gotten my fill of human…desire.” The implications had you feeling hot, panic ebbing up the back of your neck as you squirmed in his grasp. “Oh? There it is…” he dropped you a moment later. The fall wasn’t a big one but it still hurt when you hit the ground. The panic was mixing with dread as you realized what the situation was turning to. “Fun? Urogi why can’t we just eat her…” the blue eyed demon whined softly as he stared at you.
“Oi, Aizetsu don’t be such a prude…” the green eyed demon spoke, walking over to where you sat on the ground. He crouched before you, smiling in a way that made you want to run. “She’d certainly have a good time, don’t you think Sekido? You know we need your approval to do anything…” he turned to look at the red eyed demon, a soft thump behind you told you that the winged demon had landed. You met the red eyed demon’s gaze, swallowing thickly as you waited for him to decide your fate.
“There are rules…you know. We each get a turn, no hogging her.” You got the chills, listening intently to the demons conversing about having their way with you. “Listen here, sugar.” The green eyed demon grabbed your face, keeping your attention on him as he spoke. “We’re gonna have a hell of a time with you… satisfy us and maybe we’ll let you leave here with your life.” Behind you, the winged demon snickered, feet dragging on the ground as he too crouched behind you. “You’ll be able to satisfy the four of us with your body, right?”
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✭ contains: malexmale, bottom male reader, ocxmale!reader, smut, vampire!reader, blowjob, fingering, grinding, semi!public, overstimulation.
w.c: 2.1k
Being a half-blood was hard, adapting to a human life is easier said then done, adjusting to daily needs such as water, food and 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽. Wandering around because you couldn't sleep and wanted to explore the area near your apartment and because of the chilly yet comforting breeze of the night. But that was the very sole reason for ending up in this exact situation.
An h/c haired male could be seen, pushed infront of a bricked wall, face smushed between the wall and a soft but defined chest of an unfamiliar male.
"I'm so sorry..please let me-"before you could say anything, you were roughly turned around, now having a clear view of the man you might or might have not started beef with.
The guy had a very sharp and defined jawline, messy blonde hair, and red captivating eyes, you immediately flushed in embarrassment from the close contact and also the alluring male infront of you. Immediately avoiding his gaze and a surprised reaction was achieved from you, licking a long stripe on the side of your neck, shivering from the sensation "You taste good.." he said lowly "what do you-"
The unknown male roughly kissed you, asking for an entrance, but you being you, did not let the male do so, saving your sanity and dignity. That didn't satisfy the blonde male and slipped a leg between yours and gently yet impatiently grinded his leg, earning surprised gasp's and whines from you
Your legs slowly turning into jello having no choice but to grab the male infront of you and to reciprocate the kiss. As minutes passed the kiss got more intense and the grinding got more rougher, feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and just when you felt like you would pass out, the guy separated from you, a string of saliva connecting from your bruised lips.
"What a perv.." The male chuckled, shamelessly staring at your bulge, the guy pulled you closer, turning you around again pulling your joggers just below your ass, tears prickled your eyes, feeling humiliated and defenseless "H-..hey, what is your problem!?" You asked the male, panting lightly, nervousness could be heard from your voice. "You act as if your not drooling precum..look, isn't he cute??" He said as he grabbed your hard shaft, your face burned in embarrassment and shame. he sure wasn't lying, your tip was literally drooling loads of precum, he wouldn't admit it but it sure did turn him on..and just as he was about to tease you more, an unknown voice called out to the secluded alleyway "Hey!! who's there?!"
You froze in fear feeling a wet sensation on your ass, you peered at the male behind you, and was faced with a mischievous smile and he suddenly plunged two fingers inside you
"hmph.!" you bit your lip, muffling the unfamiliar sound, the weird sensation making you feel hot and dizzy not noticing that the unfamiliar male left awhile ago. Just when you were about to burst, the blonde male stopped, earning a soft whine and a gasp from you
Hurriedly pulling your pants back on and dragged you to the nearest public bathroom, which was literally next to a grocery store.
Pushing you in one of the stalls and hungrily kissing you, pulling you closer by the hips and grinding both of your clothed shaft's "H-hey.. mngh..can we slow down for a bit..?" You breathlessly said, turning your head to the other side "..fine"
Pushing you unto your knees and unzipping his jeans. The sight made you nervous, he was very thick and long, a pinkish tip decorated with veins "open wide" he said with a smirk. It didn't seem right but it felt sooo right. You shouldn't be doing it. Yet your body was behaving as if it was in some kind of heat- like mode. You were sweating, having a hard time breathing and, not to mention, you couldn't take your eyes off the guy's crotch. His thick, veiny cock was so damn alluring that it made your mouth water. You sat down on the ground, Welcoming the stranger's dick in your mouth, your taste buds was filled with salty precum, his musk making you even more dizzy and thirsty, this led to you now having a hard cock in front of your face... or, to be more precise, deep in your mouth, as the blonde quickly attacked, shoving his whole length into your throat. The salty precum continuously poured itself down your throat. It was so intense. Then the blonde began to fuck fast and without any mercy for you. Tears continuously dripping from the humiliation and pleasure.
Gags, slurps, moans and grunts could be heard from the stall "Shit..you sure you haven't.. ngh.. done this before?" The male asked, his cock spitting out loads of precum and the twitching indicated that the man was close to his climax "I'm close..y-you better take it all like the good boy you are.." he grunted, his thrust's now getting more rougher and feverishly
With one last hard thrust, your throat was filled with warm delicious cum, It took a minute for the man to finally stop cumming. Pulling away from his cock with a pop, gasping for air and also wiping the excess cum that dripped from the sides of your mouth, licking your finger's clean while maintaining eye contact with the blonde "please give me more" you said desperately, hungry for more of the attention or to be stuffed full
"You sick fuck" The blonde male chuckled in disbelief and excitement, pulling you on top of his lap, this new position you were able to see his face more clearly, a teasing smile framing his flushed face, his hands landed on your butt for a better stability. The blonde's tongue made itself comfortable inside your mouth, wrestling with your own or just exploring the whole area and taking your breath away. You closed your eyes, focusing mostly on the sensation coming from the touch of the unknown guy. Only now did you realize how pleasantly he smelled, you wanted to hide your face in his pale neck, "Nikolai.." he said lowly and as fast as lightning, he returned back to his cocky self, smirking "Better remember it so you can at least properly scream my name while i breed this ass full" you smiled and teasingly grinded your bare ass on his cock "m/n-" before you could continue, nikolai already had a firm grip on your ass cheeks and impaled you on his big, hard cock.
A choked moan came out from you and before you could comprehend what happened he roughly bounced you up and down, broken and loud moans spewed out of you like a chorus, a noticeable bulge could be seen just above your belly button, indicating that the male impaled you down his base. The male infront of you grunted from time to time, he resumed his movements and littered hickeys and bites all over your soft flawless skin
"You're so beautiful..so good for me" He said gently, but his actions didn't say so, your ass was already sore and reddish from the spankings, nikolai slowed down a bit confusing you "w..why did you stop?" he didn't answer and just turned you around, propping your arms on the toilet's tank as support, not a minute or so, Nikolai already continued his harsh brutal thrusts. Each thrust made you move forward, your dick rubbing the cold tank which made you drip more precum, moans and grunts echoed throughout the public restroom
It had only been an hour and your face was already a mess, drool, tears and even cum, tongue lolled out, your clothes was ridden up to your chest, nipples bitten and bruised, neck littered with bites and hickeys, your stamina was slowly running out. Countless times of chanting Nikolai's name making your voice hoarse, having difficulties in forming a coherent sentence "slow-..ngh..slow down pl-ease!~" you begged, feeling lightheaded and hazy but the male behind you, couldn't even notice what you were feeling because he himself was lost in a cloud "I'm close-Take it.. take it like the good boy you are" he grunted, his thrust's becoming more fastened and short as he was chasing his high. After a few more thrusts
plap plap plap
Nikolai buried himself as deep as possible and finally released his first batch of warm delicious cum. Stilling for a while thinking it was finally over, you slowly detached yourself from the male, but before you could
"Hey what do you think you're doing? we're not even half way through" The look on his face just proved you that he was saying the truth, but not a minute or so, his face contorted into shock, confused yourself; you felt something dripping down your nose, metallic and watery. The man interrupted your thoughts "How long has it been since you last fed?" the statement made you froze "what do you mean?" he scoffed "Your pale complex and eyes said so" before you could ask more questions, he pushed you back on the toilet seat and positioned himself "Feed while i continue my business" Nikolai said, firmly grabbing your waist presenting you his neck. The sight itself was already making you puke, but you were in no position to refuse such enticing smell, he tapped your butt "Go ahead" slowly, you sank your teeth into the blonde's neck and the taste— oh it was so delicious, your expression was so cute, tongue lolled out with drool escaping the sides of your mouth and eyes with heart, shaped pupils. Nikolai couldn't wait anymore and plunged his meat in one thrust, out of reflexes you wrapped your arms around the blonde's shoulder, and just like before, the male begun his brutal pounding.
After countless rounds, Nikolai was sweaty, remains of cum on his abs, biceps, neck and chest littered with bloodied bitemarks, and back with long scratches. You weren't doing any better, you looked like you were ravaged for 24 hours, hair messy, heart shaped pupils decorating your now hazy e/c, drool escaping your mouth, voice hoarse from the constant moaning, body layered with a thin amount of sweat and cum, neck littered with hickeys and bruises.
And with one last thrust "mngh!.." synchronized moans and grunts were heard as Nikolai filled you to the brim, with cum escaping your abused hole.
The both of you catching your breath, after a minute, Nikolai started cleaning you and dressing you both up. You couldn't even move properly, still twitching from overstimulation and mind still hazy because of being fed for hours.
Nikolai carried you bridal style, bystanders flushed in embarrassment and others with judgement looks was what greeted you both when you exited the restroom. A white car stopped infront of you, the driver opening it as you and Nikolai entered it. Upon being situated inside, the driver gave you both privacy by closing the privacy partition
"How are you feeling?" Nikolai asked you, giving you a water bottle. Nodding your head as a sign of gratitude, drinking the water, feeling relieved "I.. I'm good, tired. But nonetheless good.." You answered. The male hummed as acknowledgement and brought you closer to him "Where are we going?..you do know i live around the area back there, right?.." he chuckled "For a man who just got pounded awhile ago, you sure are talkative" he teased, you blushed in embarrassment and looked down "I'll fully take responsibility. Plus, leaving you to live by yourself will surely bring you trouble" feeling offended, you asked "Hey! what does that mean!" Nikolai chuckled and answered "I'll explain more when we get home. Now, rest up doll, you'll be needing it" Before you could retort more, he hugged you as a sign to shut up and rest since it'll prolly take awhile to get to you guys' destination. Lightly smiling and nuzzling closer to the blonde. Both of you in a calm and comfortable position as if the both of you didn't just ate each other awhile ago. From almost getting ran over, to ending the meeting with a soft and wholesome moment.
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I think an underrated aspect of Separation Arc and why it works so well is that once Mob finally stands up for himself and stops going to work, we think we can expect the following to happen:
Reigen quickly flounders at work but stubbornly denies he's incapable without Mob's help
Reigen eventually runs into a client who truly needs the help of psychic powers (e.g. the client is haunted by an evil spirit who cannot be exorcised with salt)
Reigen realizes that he truly needs Mob to not be seen as a fraud and that he shouldn't have taken him for granted
Reigen seeks out Mob and apologizes, Mob accepts his apology and agrees to work for him again
Except... that's not what happens. Reigen does get upset and lonely without Mob, but his business runs fine—in fact, Reigen's own ambition and smart thinking actually allow him to find greater success as a psychic. The only reason Reigen's public downfall even happens is because he was maliciously tricked by Jodo, he'd figured out on his own that the kid wasn't possessed! This and the fact that Jodo is seeking petty revenge for Reigen "humiliating" him (when Reigen actually saved his life no less) really makes us feel like Reigen's public mockery is unfair and unjustified... even though we've always known from the beginning that Reigen is a fraud.
Isn't that a strange turn of events?
Then we get to the press conference. It's possible that even if Mob hadn't helped him at the end, Reigen could've still managed to salvage some of his public image. He was calmly answering people's questions and answering truthfully, pointing out that they had no evidence he was a fraud and that no one had ever had an issue with his work before the show. But all of that stops mattering to Reigen when he realizes that despite all his efforts from childhood, he's still just a lonely, lonely man who has never had any idea what he wants to do in life. The only reason he kept running his psychic business in the first place was because Mob showed up in his dull life and brightened it up with his vivid color.
It is finally here, after all this time we've been spending with Reigen, that we both figure out the truth: Reigen needs Mob not because of his powers, but because Mob is his friend and inspires him to be better. And this full understanding of Reigen's complex character and deep connection with Mob is what hits all of us so hard in this episode, it's so painfully human and real and we would not have gotten all of this had the story just played out as expected.
Thus culminates the genius subversions of Separation Arc: despite having the world's attention all focused on him, Reigen only makes one honest apology to one boy. This boy might not even watching this at all—if he is, he's probably watching this with spiteful bitterness—but it's still important that this boy knows...
You've grown up so much. You know that?
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Life was Sweet
Pairings: Queen of Hearts x Reader
Request: hi!! could i request the queen of hearts x mad hatter!reader, whos known her since before the prank, and still stuck around with her because theyre loyal. and theyre always trying to help her open up and have a little fun, so she can be her true self again!
Genre: Fluff
Note: it was kinda hard to write for the Queen of Hearts as only her mean side was shown but I truly believe that Bridget is still in there somewhere.
You had been by The Queen of Heart’s side even before she was The Queen of Hearts. Your best friend used to be Bridget, one of the sweetest princess in Merlin academy.
But now, in everyone else’s eyes, she was the cruelest Queen there had ever been. ‘Off with their heads’ rolls down her tongue as natural as walking for a normal person.
Any normal human would turn their backs against the Queen once they knew it was too late for her to be the sweet Bridget again, but you were never normal.
“Bridget, you’ve gotta stop being so harsh on Red.” You tried to reason with the Queen as she walked around your room and you were starting to feel dizzy.
It was midnight when a sudden explosion bursted your doors open, revealing the Queen of Hearts. Then 2 hours later, she was still in your room complaining about her daughter while touching and messing up your precious stuff.
“I told you to address me by my title!” The Queen glared at you but you chose to ignore her fiery gaze, no matter how much she threatened to chop your head off you knew she would never find the heart to do so. No matter how small it became. “And last time I checked, she is my daughter! Not yours!”
“She might as well be, I helped raise her!” You shouted, startling Bridget and even yourself at the outburst. You muttered an apology before taking a sip of focus potion to wake you up fully. You were so out of it after only getting 2 hours of sleep.
“Whatever, the point is she’s only a kid, she’s in the phase where she needs to figure out who she is. And who she is definitely isn’t you.” You slowly approached her, putting a hand on her shoulder In comfort while also trying to knock some sense into her.
“Remember when we were teenagers and all the fun we had? Your parents were never as controlling as you are with Red. Maybe we should bake cakes together again like the good old days!”
“Fun? I remember how much fun they all had when I was weak, gullible, and humiliated! Luckily you were sick or you might as well be dead to me like everyone else that was there!” The Queen exclaimed, her hands laid on a knife you were heating up earlier.
Your heart sunk deeper at the reminder of the day when your lives changed forever. You and Bridget had always been friends, since babies. Your parents practically raised you both together as both of your Kingdoms were united.
Ella came in view when you and Bridget arrived at Merlin academy, in a way she was her own person but she just felt like one of you guys so it wasn’t surprising how quickly the three of you got along.
Your friendship was great, well until one fateful day when everything changed. For worse.
The three of you planned to go to the dance together seeing as Bridget badly wanted to go, you and Ella never really liked those things but agreed to go anyways, for Bridget.
Just a day before the night of the dance, you had gotten terribly sick and chose to stay in your shared dormitory with Bridget. Your friends wanted to stay and look after you but you didn’t want to ruin their fun, especially Ella after you overheard Prince Charming talking about asking her out to dance.
If only you knew the outcome, you would’ve begged them not to leave your side.
A few hours after the night started, you were woken up by loud noises wandering around your dorm. You couldn’t make out who it was as you were too sick to move, but you knew it was Bridget from the second she mumbled about getting revenge of some sort.
But that was it, after that night, you weren’t getting any better so your parents took you back home to let the family doctor take care of you.
When you became healthy enough to go back to school, everything changed. Everyone avoided Bridget as if she was a plague, even Ella. And it pained you that you never asked what really happened, all you knew was that you’ll be by Bridget’s side no matter what.
So when King Beast and Queen Belle decided to unite all the Kingdoms, only yours and Bridget’s Kingdom rejected their peace offering. And as a result, your Kingdom and hers were forever blocked from ever going out of your Kingdom’s land.
“Bridget! Are you alright?” You immediately dropped all your belongings and rushed to her aid. The Queen flinched in pain when you accidentally pressed on her wound, “Sorry!”
You gently pulled her to sit down on a chair before using your free hand to grab one of your healing potions. “This is going to stink for a while. Are you okay?” you gently held her hand before looking up, right into her eyes. The same eyes you would get lost in every time you looked, and she looked at you the same way.
Suddenly it was like she was a teenage girl again, when life was sweet. Remembering the sparks that would go off whenever you held her hands as you placed on a bandage when she accidentally burnt herself while you guys were on your weekly baking date. The way you would hold her so warmly that all her senses would go off and all she wanted to do was be in your arms forever.
The feelings she had that got locked up when she became the Queen of Hearts, what she didn’t know was that she had already taken yours and you had forgotten it too.
You both came back to your senses when the sound of a thunder was heard, immediately moving apart from each other. You dropped her hand in panic and she was starting to miss that feeling. And she didn’t like feeling that feeling one bit.
“Oh, umm…do you want to bake a cake together? Unless you want cookies or cupcakes or both!” Your question was more like a demand since you gave her no chance to speak, grabbing her hands while ignoring the old butterflies that had finally grew wings again.
“We’re going to make cookies!” You claimed once you and Bridget arrived at your kitchen, you usually prefer for your bakers to make whatever you desire but baking it yourself just felt perfect at this time around.
The whole situation felt awkward at first, you weren’t used to being the one talking. Bridget was usually the one who starts and ends the conversations, mostly ranting about problems in her own Kingdom and her daughter.
But ever since that moment you shared, she had been quiet and weird, it was like her body was there but she wasn’t quite herself. It wasn’t too bad since she actually did help with mixing up the ingredients. But you really hated feeling awkward around your best friend. You terribly wanted to break the ice, so you did.
“Oh, you got something there.” You slowly headed her way, reaching out near her face pretending to get a non existent thing off her face. “Right…there! Ah HAH!” you grinned as you threw flour to her way.
Bridget stayed still, at first you thought that that would be the end of your precious head but then you saw a smile grew on her face as she did the same back. “I’m not letting you get away so easily!”
After almost 17 years, you finally found a way to see old Bridget again. You really never appreciate the small moments until it is taken away from you.
“Game on, my Queen!”
Half an hour later and the whole kitchen was filled with flour, the room was basically whiter than Snow White herself. You and Bridget laughed all night before taking a break on the floor.
“Remember when we used to have those weekly baking dates and it would always end up with flour all over the place?” You reminisced of your younger days as you settled yourself down next to Bridget. Leaning on her shoulders gently, a habit of yours since long long ago.
“Your mother would get so disappointed and made us clean it ourselves but we still did it again. Of course I remember.” Bridget smiled but not like the smile she usually does when ordering guards to cut people’s head off, this was different, genuine, and for a moment you saw the same look she used to hold before everything changed.
The look that had you lost in time and all you could do was look at her like she was the only one who existed in your world.
“I love you.” You nervously blurted out. One of the things you hated the most since birth was hiding your own feelings, it was suffocating, especially since you were hiding from the person you practically spent your whole life with.
And for a moment, you thought she won’t feel the same way. After all, you guys never addressed the situationship you had going on. It was greatly pushed aside after all the problems Bridget faced after that sorrow night.
“You do?” The Queen’s eyes grew soft as she looked back at you, her hands gently caressing your face.
“I always have, and always will. I loved you since that day you defended me from those bullies even though they were twice your size, we were twelve. You were always the sweetest, even to people who never deserved it.” You chuckled, it was bittersweet but at least you and Bridget had always been by each other’s side, no matter what.
Even if, for the past 20 years you guys had to push aside your true feelings for each other.
“I planned to come clean about my feelings to you years ago but as you know, time loves to mess with u-“ your words were cut off when Bridget leaned in, using her finger to lift your chin up before pulling you in for a long much needed kiss.
The softness of her lips almost took your breath away. The longing and desperate feelings that had been built up were release as you melted into her hold.
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It had been an emotional path to salvation for this pretty little thing……a visit to Aunt Bridget was long overdue.
Weeks and months of training, humiliation and ultimately, complete subjugation was administered to turn this toxic young man into a sweet little maid. Previously, this slut wouldn’t think of anyone else, they would leave their filth and crap for others to deal with and be a generally unpleasant little prick.
Now my methods can be ponderous, maybe a little long winded on occasion. It would have been so easy to whip and peg the shit out of this poor excuse of a human being, but I believed in a gentler process.
And now look. What a transformation.
The nicely fitted black pvc maids dress sits so perfectly on the slim frame, black stockings and shiny fuck me heels have encouraged some very feminine affectations. The gorgeous red nails and delightfully slutty make up certainly seem to get her very excited, especially with a head of flowing blonde bimbo hair to complete the tarty look.
The sturdy collar and steel cuffs make sure no unauthorised freedom is attained and we also have a strict code of silence. A selection of worn panties…either mine or theirs is placed in the mouth at all times. The muzzle keeps everything in place and the nasty little cock is locked away for good. A generous plug is stretching this virgin ass out and my maid has come to associate the shameful feelings of pleasure with this sissy stimulation.
A Pavlovian response is always assured when I peel my panties off and let them drop to the floor. My girl knows the muzzle is about be unbuckled briefly for a gag change. The pretty eyes lower in embarrassment as I feel the warm leakage from the cage….just before my ripe underwear goes in that pretty little painted mouth.
But it’s not all fun and games at the house. The slut is still caught humping my boots as they polish them and we have to start the whole cleaning routine again. I firmly believe we are going to achieve perfect sissification, but I have warned my little maid that a trip to the vet might have to happen if these urges continue.
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"Surely, there must be a reason for your visit," the villain purred. They put their elbows on the table and their head on their hands, cupping their own cheeks. "Unfortunately, I don't believe you're visiting just to see my pretty face."
The hero cocked their head.
"Why not?"
The villain looked effortlessly attractive. They always did, but today from this angle, in this pose, with those clothes…The hero’s brain betrayed them over and over again. Every now and then, their thoughts circled around their nemesis, even if they didn’t get to see each other that week.
Or perhaps, especially then.
"Because you only ever show up when you want something from me," the villain said. Although their smirk was of flirty nature and although their hand was reaching for the hero again, the disappointment in their voice didn't go by unnoticed.
It was true. In the same sense that avoiding eating the forbidden fruit was true.
The villain touched the hero's shoulder. "...you got some lint here..."
It was a poor excuse to touch them, but the hero preferred it when their nemesis had to justify it. They preferred building walls around themselves and denying this part of their personality — this horrible part that wanted the villain.
They enjoyed the flirting. The soft touches. But there couldn't be more than that.
"You know I'm busy," the hero murmured. They grabbed the villain's wrist before they could pull back their arm. "But I can totally understand if you miss me. I will arrange something."
"You make me sound desperate."
"Aren't you desperate for me?"
"Oh, please. As if I want you in that way," the villain said. Under the table, their foot was already trying to find a way to the hero's bare shins, contradicting their words easily.
Admittedly, the hero couldn't help but feel guilty. It was true that they had come to the villain once again to beg for information. It was also true that they avoided them unless it was absolutely necessary.
It was a stupid habit. A pathetic one. Something the hero had picked up in their childhood, something that had manifested when they had decided to become a hero.
No one was allowed to get too close. Least of all their supposed nemesis. Even if that nemesis wasn't a threat on the battlefield anymore. For now.
They couldn't recall when the flirting had started. The villain had always been someone very talkative, someone who could talk for hours. And apparently, in some way, this had rubbed off on them.
"Everyone in this city wants me in that way," the hero mumbled.
And it surprised even themselves that they’d said it out loud. For whatever reason, they tried to get some jealousy out of the villain. It wasn't fair to the villain, the hero knew that. It wasn't fair to flirt and make all sorts of promises, just to disappoint them in the end.
The hero was a mess, they could admit that much. People getting too close always hurt.
It was always too painful.
"I suppose they want all the perfect parts of you. The flawlessness." The villain smiled and swayed their head from left to right. The hero looked at them, trying to ignore their increasing heartbeat. "I bet no one wants all those ugly details. All those late nights, those bloody hands, that emotionless shell around you…"
Suddenly, the hero's eyes widened.
They hadn't come here to be humiliated. Or to be insulted. They knew they very far from—
"But, just so you know. If I was into you and if I wanted you in that way, I'd adore those parts. I would adore and cherish them. Because I would have chosen you with every single thing that comes with you." The villain winked and the hero's throat dried out. "You are not closer to perfection than any other human being. And I am probably the only person in this city who not only notices but also accepts this."
The hero's hand was in theirs and they led it to their lips, pressing a soft kiss to their enemy's knuckles.
The hero couldn't think. They couldn't…could not really…
"But we were talking about something else, were we not?" the villain asked.
The hero couldn't answer. They felt like crying.
"The information you wanted?"
"Oh…yeah, yes. Sorry. Long night."
Both of them knew that was a very cheap lie.
#have I used that line before I can’t remember#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain
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— defending you ; remus lupin x black!reader 𐙚
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summary: remus lupin knows when to keep his mouth shut, and as do you. until it comes to each other.
warnings: swearing, violence, bullying directed at both remus and reader & slut shaming directed at the reader.
a/n: in love with my protective!marauders so here's this !!! also, snape has his suspicions of remus in this, just to be clear.
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remus lupin knew when to keep his mouth shut. he knew when not to react and how to stay under the radar, but that didn't stop you from not keeping your mouth shut for him.
you knew it was going to be a rough day when your defence against the dark arts professor unexpectedly changed the lesson plan from banshees to lycanthropes.
remus, if he had known prior, would've faked an illness and skipped out, too uncomfortable with the wandering eyes and the permanent fear that someone would find him out.
instead, he sat beside you at your shared desk, having been there for too long now to get up and leave and ultimately cause a scene. more eyes on him was the last thing he needed.
you had kept his hand in yours, feeling it squeeze and tense and shake throughout the entirety of the class, and you were sure all the skin of his bottom lip was bitten clean off from his nerves.
everything was okay for the majority of it. the professor was surprisingly respectful in his delivery and you, james and sirius spent the whole time calling out immediate answers to his questions. the three of you, for obvious reasons, knew everything like the backs of your hands and tried your hardest to avoid any snarky comments from other students for the sake of poor moony, who remained dead silent.
everything was okay until the group of slytherins opened their mouths.
you'd left the classroom with the three boys, grip still tight on remus' hand as he let out a relieved breath, glad to be out of there. you didn't, however, make it that far down the corridor before you heard snape's voice.
"those freaks need to be studied in mental hospitals. that professor had no idea what he was talking about, still calling them humans. they're monsters, that's what they are-"
remus tensed beside you at his words and sighed as he felt the inevitable coming on. the four of you stopped in your tracks, and in no less than a few seconds you'd whipped around and had your wand pointed directly at snape.
"i think it's you that has no idea what you're talking about, right severus?" you challenged.
james stood protectively beside you, ready to jump in if you needed him and sirius stood just behind, arms folded and a proud smirk on his face.
"i think the lady asked you a question, snivellus," james piped up, sporting a similar smirk to your brother as he raised his hands in mock defence. "i'd answer her if i were you."
malfoy snickered behind snape, not knowing the true intent behind his words as the latter stared back at you, head tilted with a gross sort of grin as he looked between you and remus. "did my words hit a little close to home, black?"
remus just sighed again, head bowed in slight humiliation as the rest of you tensed up.
"fuck you, snape, i swear to merlin-" you seethed, grip on your wand incredibly tight as you started towards him before you felt a gentle hand on your forearm pulling you back.
"it's not worth it," remus spoke softly into your ear, his voice conveying more hurt than he would've liked.
you didn't lower your wand, still breathing heavily as you remained in place. snape was still grinning at you and it took everything in you not to hex him into oblivion.
james moved to stand in front of you to get your attention and also put some distance between you and snape. "we'll get him later, yeah? i swear."
"trust us, we have a plan," sirius clamped a hand down on your shoulder, his signature smirk returning as the three of them pulled you away.
true to their word, the marauders had pulled of a series of pranks on snape that left him too terrified and humiliated to even leave his dorm, the last two turning his hair semi-permanently pink and breaking him out head to toe in bubbling warts.
remus had seemingly gotten over what was said by the end of week (after two or three vulnerable moments in the safety of your arms), and snape hadn't left the slytherin common room in days.
it was the following saturday afternoon, and the five of you were scattered about by the fountain in the courtyard. you, remus and peter were studying for the upcoming charms exam whilst james and sirius... pretended to.
remus was just about to test you on your recently read chapter when a shout from across the courtyard rudely interrupted.
"oi, gryffindors!"
"here we go," james spoke proudly, smirking to himself as he pushed himself up off the ground. "and what is it you want on this fine afternoon, mulciber?"
the slytherin boy in question stalked over to your group, malfoy and avery in tow. "did a fine number on our snape there, didn't you?" he spat in james' face, sizing him up.
the rest of you stood up at that, sirius particularly fast as he threw an arm around james and flashed mulciber an innocent grin before scrunching up his face in disgust. "oh mate, you might wanna get your mouth cleaned out before getting too close to my james here."
you snorted out a laugh at your brother and mulciber sneered, shoving him away by the shoulders. "you keep quiet, black. you think you have any right talking to me?"
"snape got what he deserved," you spoke up, narrowing your eyes at the group of boys as you got between him and sirius. "you should teach your friend to keep his big nose out of where it doesn't belong."
avery barked out a laugh, your attention turning to him as he joined mulciber's side. "you're funny, little black. all bark and no bite, aren't you?"
peter stood back, eyes wide in fear. remus, remaining his usually calm self, tensed up and took a step closer to you when avery jabbed his finger into your chest, only for it to be slapped away by sirius with an angry "don't fucking touch her".
"alright, avery. that's enough," remus spoke up, his voice firm as he rested his hand on your lower back.
avery did nothing but laugh again, not taking his eyes off of you. "you're nothing but the gryffindors' little slut, aren't you?"
sirius suddenly shoved him back with an angry force just as remus stepped in front of you, his voice scarily calm as he spoke. "the fuck did you just say?"
"you heard me," avery shrugged, clearly unfazed by sirius' actions as his smirk grew even more. "i bet she gets passed around you all like the little whore she is. is she good?"
you stumbled back into peter in shock, his words ringing through your ears as the blonde boy wrapped an arm around you protectively.
"if you know what's good for you, avery, you'll shut your fucking mouth," remus seethed, his eyes never leaving avery's face as he slowly moved closer towards him.
the boy didn't answer him and instead turned his attention back to sirius as he lowered his voice, sneering at him evilly. "i bet you join in on the action too, don't you? some sick fantasy you blood traitors like to indulge in, huh? regulus is the only worthy one out of you three, you ever invite him to join?"
sirius exploded in a fit of rage and james grabbed him as he lunged towards the slytherin, holding him back before he'd kill the guy. "who the fuck do you think you are, avery?! i swear, you're so fucking dead!"
"you'll be done with her soon enough," malfoy joined, shrugging his shoulders casually as he sneered at remus, stalking towards him. "maybe then you'll let us have a go, yeah? she was meant to be one of us, after all. she may be a blood traitor but she's hot as-"
a sickening crunch interrupted him as remus sent his fist reeling directly at his nose, nothing but pure rage seeping through his veins as he sent punch after punch to avery's face.
"remus!"
james and sirius watched in shock for a moment (both quite frankly more than happy to let remus beat him to a pulp, and in fact cheered him on for the first two or three hits) before your pleading voice snapped them out of it. they each grabbed one of remus' arms and narrowly avoided getting an elbow to the face as they dragged him off of the half-unconscious boy.
"you even look at her again and i swear to godric you'll be spending the rest of your lives in the hospital wing."
the two other boys scrambled to grab avery and ran off towards the castle, terrified of remus' sudden outburst.
"alright, show's over you fuckers!" sirius called out to the relatively big crowd that had formed around you all, who reluctantly dispersed out in different directions. "give us some bloody space!"
"well that felt good," remus chuckled quietly as he shook his hand a few times.
you just stared at him with wide eyes and your mouth dropped open slightly. "you.. you just-"
"fuckin' hell, moony that was bloody brilliant!" james broke out into a cheer, him and sirius praising him and re-enacting just how brilliant it was as remus laughed quietly again before turning to you.
he gently took you from peter's grip and raised his eyebrows as he looked down at you, going back to his usual gentleness as he scanned your features worriedly. "are you alright, darling?"
you didn't quite know what to say, looking up at him slightly starstruck as you just nodded your head and stumbled over your words. "yeah, i- yeah."
he gave you a gentle smile and cupped your face with his non-bloody hand before leaning down for a kiss, conveying all his usual love and softness into it as if he didn't just completely wreck avery's face.
the sounds of gagging filled your ears and you broke away from remus with a soft laugh at james and sirius' antics.
"don't forget that's my sister, moony! merlin, what that fucker said about us is going to haunt me forever."
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