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[writing-whenever-whatever]

Little song bird -  his head as a wedding present

Emperor geta x emperor Caracalla x reader 

Part 1 part 2 part 3 

Summery : after last nights events the emperors insist on staying by your side till Caracalla goes through a maddening episode and your secrets of your traumatic past start to unravel 

Warning : threats, planning death, abuse, violence, men being foolish, protective emperors, wedding planning, caracalla loosing himself slightly, comfort, no smut yet sorry. Not proof read. 

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When I wake up in the early hours of the morning rays of golden sun come into my room from the open balcony window, I sit up in bed the blankets wrapped around me for comfort, I look across to both Geta and Caracalla who are on opposite sides of the room snoring still dressed in their extravagant attire from the night before. They look so peaceful their fiery red hair glistening gold in the sun as I watch their faces contort with sleep. 

I stay sat in bed watching them till I hear a faint timid knock on the door. I walk towards it unlocking the door quickly and opening it a crack peering round the edge “ good morning my lady I’m sorry to bother you” a young maid stood on the other side of the door her voice trembling “ I heard the emperors spent the night in your chambers last night” I open the door a little more letting the girl see into the room “ you heard correctly” my voice still thick with sleep as I rub my eyes “ I wished to inform you breakfast will be brought to your room shortly if you wish to wake them” she steps back bowing “ thank you for informing” I smile softly my eyes still holding a firm stare as the girl turns away I close the door. I go back to watch both boys sleep for a while letting them rest a little longer. 

I walk towards Geta first resting my hand against his cheek gently running the other through his hair “ time to wake my love” I whisper my voice sweet and gentle as his amber eyes flicker open he pulls me into his arms “ such a beauty to wake to” his voice is gruff and sends goosebumps across my body as he kisses across my neck and cheek a violent blush rising to my face

  “ let me wake Caracalla” I giggle sweetly as he pulls me closer to him “ I’d rather keep you to myself “ his voice a deep possessive growl as he buries his head into my neck. “ I can hear you” Caracalla grumbles rubbing his eyes tiredly “ so selfish of you brother “ his eyes scan over us as Geta keeps his arms tightly wrapped around me a smirk stretching across his face “ don’t be jealous that she wants me more than you” he scoffs causing Caracalla to raise his brow an unimpressed scowl appearing he opens his mouth to argue but I interrupt “ now now boys “ I giggle looking over to Caracalla who walks towards us pulling me off getas lap rather aggressively, his grip on my wrist has bruising  force causing me to try to pull back “ ow Caracalla let go, please “ tears well in my eyes as he pulls me towards him harder finally letting go of my wrist when I’m in front of him “ You aren’t just his” his voice seems cold clouded over with a madness as his hand runs down my cheek just to pull back and struck me across the it causing me to fall back onto the floor with a shriek, a red mark maiming my soft skin  as I stare up at him in shock. 

geta pushes his brother back “ DO NOT STRIKE A LADY, YOU HAVE LOST YOURSELF BROTHER “ he snaps his voice forcing sense into him causing him to step back he continues to stare down at me a shocked expression remaining on his face “ I apologise my lady” he stutters slightly “ I must gather my senses “ he rushes out the room the door slamming behind him as he runs towards his chamber. 

Geta reaches his hand to me to help me up but I flinch back my eyes squeezing shut as my breath quivers “ I’m not going to hurt you song bird” he looks at me his eyes full of pity “ he did not mean it” he crouches infront of me his hand resting on my shoulder as I look up at him he pulls me towards him holding me in his embrace “ Caracalla struggles with episodes of madness, he isn’t aware of his actions in these periods “ he looks down at me “ it’s best to try not to anger him within those time periods” he runs his hand through my hair as I relax into his arms 

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A few hours pass and I’m sat with Geta in the meeting room listening to him,  his advisers and friends talk about the wedding arrangements i let out a soft sigh feeling Caracallas absence causes me a slight sense of discomfort as I’m suddenly dragged from my thoughts as Geta runs his hand up my arm “ what bothers you song bird” he queries tilting his head slightly I look up to him wide eyed as I fidget in my seat “ surely your brother should be here for this you aren’t the only one marrying me” he looks down at me “ he needs his time to calm down he was quite riled up this morning “ Geta insists as I stand up from my seat “ no Geta, if he is not here no arrangements will take place. it is not just your day” I snap my eyes burning through him as he swallow a lump in his throat “ very well if you wish him to be here go get the fool” his voice slightly raised yet not matching my anger as I turn on my heals leaving the room without another word. 

It takes me a while to find my way to Caracalla’s quarters looking around the palace for ages trying to find my way loosing myself to the histories the walls hold as I feel a cold clammy hand land on my shoulder causing me to spin around meeting Caracalla face to face “ you seem to have wandered far little song bird, I hope you weren’t trying to fly away” his voice is soft his eyes still watery from hours of crying “ of course I wasn’t my love I was seeking you” I smile up at him as he steps back slightly “ me?” He mutters shock filling his features as he plays with the rings on his fingers nervously “ why” he questions his voice trembling with emotion “ you are my future husband I did not wish for you to stay locked away torturing yourself over a silly mistake”

 I get closer to him stroking his cheek gently “ I can not blame you for your health my love. things will happen but we will prevail” I kiss his cheek feeling his hand land on my waist holding me close “ I do apologise for my actions I wasn’t aware of what was happening “ he sniffles as tears well in his eyes “ tis ok my love nothing a little make up can’t hide, plus it’s not like I’ve not had worse happen” I look up at him as his face drops slightly “ what do you mean “ he questions his voice turning desperate for an answer “ nothing it doesn’t matter” I smile trying to distract him “ come my love geta is waiting we can talk later” I hold his hand leading him to the meeting room yet my words seem to stick with him.

As we re enter the room Geta looks up at his brother a smug look on his face “ good she found you, we were wondering where you’d run of to” he scoffs slightly as Caracalla occupies the seat I was in previously and pulls me to sit on his lap his head resting in my shoulder “ we were discussing our wedding brother and she believed you just had to be involved “ he slouched back slightly looking at Caracalla through squinted eyes “ how sweet of her” he looks at me wrapping his arms tighter holding me closer as he breathes In my sweet scent honey suckle and lavender filling his nose making his thoughts swell in his mind. 

A hour passes made up of Geta nattering to the planner writing things down and insisting for the best when he’s interrupted by Caracalla “ brother” he looks at Geta a hesitation present in his voice “ what is it “ he grumbles resting his head in his hands sighing deeply “i am concerned about our bride to be” he looks at me slightly his mouth forming a thin line as he bites at the skin of his lips “ i told you I’m find Caracalla“ i look back at him my hand stroking his arm gently “ what concerns you” heya sits up his back straightening as he moves to the edge of the chair his hand moving to rest on my knee “I apologised for my actions and she stated she’s experienced worse” his eyebrows furrow as he buries his head against the back of my shoulder as Geta rises to his feet a shocked expression spreading around his face “ my love what do you mean “ he questions moving closer to me this time falling to his knees looking up at me “ it doesn’t matter” I mumble tilting my head away avoiding eye contact with both boys as Caracalla grabs my chin with a gentle but forceful hand moving my head to look at Geta “ tell us” his voice holds power as i take a deep breath “ if you insist emperors “ i close my eyes for a second thinking carefully of my next words. 

“ when I was a child I grew up without any females around no mother, sisters or even female servants.” I take a deep breath looking at Geta “ I was raised by men obviously they believe they’re more superior that they’re always right and my father decided that he’d permit these men to punish me for my wrong doings, if I Stepped a toe out of line I’d be beaten sometimes to the point of unconsciousness” I watch Getas face twist in horror and Caracalla peppering gentle kisses across my shoulder comforting me in his arms “ I was told I was to expect this in the real world, if a husband ever was to want me I should expect a few bruises along the way” I sigh slightly

 “I’ll kill him” Geta stands pacing the room frantically “ have his eyes gouged out and beaten in the Colosseum for all to see” he goes on ranting not noticing the tears swelling in my eyes “ he’s still my father Geta” I mumble slightly “ and no father should beat his daughter, especially when his daughter is the future empress of Rome“ Caracalla grumbled his voice low as he smothers me in his attention “ if you wish to kill him” I look at Geta as he turns to me “ I want to watch” a cruel smile spreads across his face a cackle escapes Caracalla as he looks at me in shock 

“ perhaps it could be our wedding entertainment “ he jokes a small smile spreading across my face as he strokes my cheek with his thumb “ as the final piece of entertainment to end the night” Geta smiles looking at both me and Caracalla “ his head as a wedding present “ he chuckles making me smile as I look down at my hands playing with the rings on my fingers “ it’s a plan then” geta looks over at the wedding planners “ write it down then gods didn’t you hear your empress and your emperors” he snaps at them slightly as they scribble it down as quickly as possible before leaving and putting all that was discussed into action. 

[nyssasatelier]

The past Friend Reveal :

For @autisticgremllin

[chiptrillino-art]

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"got your nose"

[seagreenlaurin]

🤍❤️

[erachiiii]

In parkour civilization, even rain is parkour

based on this amazing comic except I made it stupid

[onebadnoodle]

merry christmas! i left something under the tree for you don't open it just yet ❤️

[occudo]

Hello sailor~ saw @cabinette 's 49 years old Martin design with tattoos and I- I had to- just- look at this man (also her other art as well- they are so good)

[radioducky]

Casino-DressCode

Excited for the Casino Party in the upcoming chapter “Of Saints and Sinners” by @morningstarwrites 🫶

It was meant to be a sketch…

[ginnyluna]

So @helyeahmangocheese has been cooking this valhalla!valgrace AU, and it's made me think of how amazing and how terrifying Leo and Alex's friendship would be

Bonus: their concerned boyfriends who already know that whatever these two are planning is not gonna end well

[i-wear-my-fan-art-upon-my-sleeve]

So, I finally read The Book of Bill and besides Bill almost making Ford kill himself and the twins' parents probably getting a divorce (and also there being only one reality where they don't die), the thing that stuck with me the most has Bill drunkenly calling his mom, forgetting he's killed her, telling her he's coming home from school and asking where everyone is.

(There was initially a whole person at the bottom of the picture but I hated it and as Drawfee says "delete your art" so, he's gone. His shadow stayed, it looks good under the writing, imho.)

[writing-whenever-whatever]

Little song bird- we shall defend your honour

Geta x Caracalla x reader 

Part 1  Part 2 part 3

Summary: After long nap, you wake up to Caracalla sat in the corner of your room watching you sleep slightly startled you rush to cover your self little did you expect how respectful such a sick man can be.

Warning: violence, blood, power imbalance, comfort, anger, no smut in this part sorry xxNot proof read 

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A few hours pass and I finally wake up from my nap the bed covers are pulled up over me snug as a cold breeze pushes through the open window causing me to grumble slightly I sit up wiping the sleep from eyes as I see a man sat in the corner of my room I pull the covers up higher my eyes adjusting to the darkness as I finally recognise Caracalla sat with a monkey dancing across his shoulders “ shhh I did not wish to wake you my love” he says his voice sounding slightly distant as he stares at me with his glossy eyes “ you looked so peaceful “ he smiles letting out a half hearted chuckle “ tis alright my emperor you did not wake me “ my voice still weak with sleep as I move to the end of the bed Caracalla meets mg gaze “ the evenings events shall start soon” he shuffles in his seat swinging his feet childishly as the monkey jumps across to my lap I gasp slightly as he crawls onto me clinging to the fabric of my dress “ she will not harm you darling she is harmless “ he stand quickly moving to crouch infront of my his chin nearly resting on my knee “ what’s her name” i run my fingers over the side of his cold face my hand running over every blemish and graze gently as he looks up at me a smirk playing in his lips “ her name is dundus she is my monkey “ his voice quivers with a soft tone he moves to sit up more as he stutters struggling to get words out “ b-but she can be o-our monkey if you wish it my love our to sh-shear”

 as dundus climbs up my chest taking a comfortable position on my shoulder her small hands tickling the top of my head causing me to giggle “ she is yours my darling but i would not mind a visit from her ever so often” i smile as he claps his hands a beaming expression spreading across his face “ I’m glad you like her she is quite lovely. just like you are” a blush spreads across my face “ you’re so kind my emperor” i bush a stray piece of his messy ginger hair behind his ear accidentally causing him to pull back with an exaggerated flinch “ relax i wont hurt you” i look at him sweetly reaching out to him his glossy eyes seem to cloud over more as he suddenly springs up to his feet “ i know that don’t be foolish no one could ever hurt me” he snaps his eye brows raised so high you’d think they’d fly off his forehead i take his hand in mine our fingers knotting together as the door swings open and a servant walks in he snatches his hand back standing up walking straight towards the girl “ DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO KNOCK A LADY SHOULD NEVER HAVE HER SPACE INVADED SO ABRUPTLY” Caracalla growls his face curling maliciously as he turns towards the servant who stands there holding a jug of wine “ i-I’m sorry emperor I wasn’t aware of your presence “ she bows her head blow the crown of her head practically touch the leather of Caracalla sandals “ tis alright my love she knows not to do it again “ my voice like a song to Caracallas ears causing the red of his fury to fade to a cool blue he turns towards look at me his face gentle ad he sees me crawling dundus in my arms calming her panicked squeals “ very well my darling I guess I shall let it pass but it must not happen again” he glares back at the girl his eyes stoney and cold as he falls back to lay next to me on the bed “ I was told to inform my lady that the guests have started to arrived and that dinner will be served shortly” the servant keeps her head down not making eye contact with either of us “ thank you we shall get ready “ I smile sweetly as the servant walks away. 

Dundus jumps off of my shoulder onto the bed as I lay back cuddling up to Caracalla as he wraps his arm around my waist I rest my head in the crook of his neck “ your servants here don’t seem to like me much” he sighs looking down at me “ it’ll change I’ll make sure of it” an erratic smile spreading across his face as he strokes my lower back gently “ come we must great our guests” he smiles sweetly looking at me “ and geta must be wondering why we’re absent” he chuckles slightly as he unhooks himself from around me he neatens up his hair running his fingers through it before getting up, he holds out his hand for me to take helping me up off the bed as I stand dundus jumps up onto my shoulder and then climbs across to Caracallas making me giggle “ she’s a sweet little thing” I coo gently stroking the back of her head “ Indeed she is” he smiles taking my hand in his as we begin to walk out of the bed chambers walking towards the dining room. 

As we enter the room geta is already seated at the head if the table, several guests stood around the table chatting  they suddenly fall silent turning to stare at me and Caracalla their expressions unreadable. Geta raises from his seat walking over towards me a beaming smile on his face “ my love, did you sleep well” he runs his warm hand along my cheek“ I slept very well thank you emperor” I smile sweetly as he turns to the guests “ you may sit now” he orders sounding impatient by their hesitation he rolls his eyes at the old men turning his attention back to me “ you may sit near me my love there is a space free for you” Caracalla glares at Geta “ and what if I. Want her sat near me brother” I look at th both “ how about for half the dinner o sit near Geta and the other half I sit near you” my voice soft and smooth like a gentle breeze compared to both emperors who simply nod at my suggestion walking to opposite sides of the table I take my seat next to Geta his hand instantly tangles around my waist hooking me ever so close to him “ there’s no need to keep such a distance between us” he scoffs looking down at me “ you are going to be my wife” he gets interrupted by Caracalla “ OUR WIFE” he snaps staring daggers into his brother as all the guests look across the table at me and Geta “ our wife then” he rolls his eyes “ ignore my brothers out bursts, it just proves how passionate he is about you” Geta rubs his hand down my back pulling me up onto his lap causing me to blush nervously. I look across the table watching the men chatter as the doors open and a familiar face walks through the doors general Acaclius with a beautiful lady on his arm “ excuse our lateness emperors” he bows his head “ tis alright general we know how long it can take the ladies to get ready” geta chuckles as they walk further into the room “general it’s lovely to see you again” I smile sweetly “ you too my lady “ he bows his head “ I’m glad to see you’ve settled in well” I nod resting my head back against Geta “ this is my wife lady Lucilla I hope you’ll find great company in each other” I look at her a small smile on my face “ let’s hope so” letting my head bow slightly as they take their seats on the opposite side of the table as food is brought in and begins to be placed on the table

As the feast goes on I sit nibbling on grapes staying close to geta chest as the men chatter amongst each other I notice Caracalla sat staring into the distance as if he’s under some sort of spell I tilt my head looking at him with gentle eyes. I lean close to getas ear “ I’m gonna check on your brother” I whisper my warm intoxicated breath hitting his skin causing goosebumps to form as I place I gentle kiss on his cheek “ very well my love” he smiles softly as he helps me off his lap. 

I walk round the table I feel all eyes follow me as I sit next to Caracalla my hand instantly locking into his taking him from his dazed state a smile spreading across his face his gold tooth glistening in the low candle light as Dundus climbs from his face on the table to my lap “ seems like both of you want my attention “ i giggle sweetly as dundus eats nuts and seeds off the table like a tiny human “ we missed your company “ he strokes the back of my hand with his thumb “ I was only sat over there “ I giggle looking at his childish grin that claws at his face “ so close but still so far” he grumbled pulling me closer to him “ did our guests introduced themselves to you” he asks looking into my eyes a darkness spreading through his gaze sending shivers up my spine “ no but there is no need, they’re men and I am only a woman” his expression changes his face scrunching into one of dissatisfaction “ you’re our empress my love not just any woman, you will be respected” he glares down the table at all the men taking them in as they continue their constant nattering to each other. 

He suddenly picks up his cup from the table and throws it against the wall beside us making me jump back into him further as the red wine splatters back the men turn and stare “ brother?” Geta raises an eye brow at Caracallas sudden outburst “ I find it rude how all of you seem to ignore your future empress” his voice is twinged with anger as I hold his hand in mine trying to keep him level headed “ it’s fine” I whisper in his ear as a rather drunk senator speaks up “ we apologise emperor but she’s not much to look at” he slurs taking another swig of wine. I gasp slightly as Geta slams his hand in the table “ ENOUGH” he snaps glaring at the man his eyes burning with the fires of hell, lucella rises from her seat rushing towards my side she crouches to the side of me and Caracalla whispering into the younger emperors ear “ emperor may I take your lady away from this madness before things turn sour” her voice is motherly with a deep concern in her eyes as Caracalla helps me off his lap and then gently kissing my cheek “ we will come see you later my love” I nod taking lucella’s arm as we rush out the room. 

As we get to the door way i suddenly hear a metal on flesh sound I turn to see the senators head rolling across the floor landing at my feet my eyes widen as I stare at it my hands shaking as she pulls me away to my bed chamber “ it’s a lot to experience my lady I am sorry you witnessed such a thing “ she apologies holding my hand gently in hers  as out eyes meet her motherly instinct kicks in as she envelopes me in a tight embrace “ they did it to protect you my darling” I nod as suddenly unexpected tears start to drip down my cheeks hitting lucellas shoulder “ oh darling” she sighs running her hand up and down my back as my cries turn into sobs “ you’re still so young and you have so much to learn” she pulls away from me “ you must not show your weakness “ i nod sniffling as I wipe my tears away as I lay back on to my bed “ thank you lucella I hope this gives us an opportunity to be friends “ i look at her “ i think it will” she smiles sweetly at me rising to her feet to stand up holding onto the poster that holds up the bed. 

as the doors suddenly open with both Geta and Caracalla walking in followed by general Acacius. both Caracalla and geta push past each other trying to get to me first making me giggle in amusement “ relax you two there’s plenty of me to go around” I smile as both emperors place a hand on each of my cheeks “ how can we relax when we saw how destraut you were” Caracallas hand trembles against my cheek at remembering my face in the door way “ lucella helped me calm down I’m quite alright now “ she gives me a sweet smile as acacius rests a hand in her shoulder watching over as I reassure the emperors 

Caracalla pushes Into the space next to me “ they should have never spoken if you in such a disrespectful way” his voice is full of anger “ calm brother we’ll make sure such a thing never happens again” geta looks down at me a possessive look in his eyes “ we shall defend your honour my lady” he strokes the long hair running down my back soothing me and they continue to for the rest of the night. 

[rosefuckinggenius]

Let me rest into your arms that smell like home for me,

while your eyes follow the rimes in that book you’re reading.

Let me stay a little bit longer before I crash again in my bed

because I will think and dream about you for one night more. ❤️‍🔥

[solkatt-arts]

Mane 6 in my style✨

[imeriayapping]

[selenezq]

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞MDNI🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

After a long wait, (thanks depression) my fic where Alastor rails you in a sundress is finally here.

Alastor x Reader

Reader is AFAB

CW: dub con, stalking, rough sex, explicit content, porn no plot, plot where, plot who

Sundress Summer

It was a hot, but not unpleasantly so day in hell. 

The perfect time for wearing a sundress to the picnic Charlie had organized for the bonding exercise of the day. The first thing you noticed as you came to the end of the well-maintained stone walkway was the large red and white checkered tablecloths which covered two sizeable wooden picnic tables to your right. The pleasant breeze caused the edges of the fabric to flutter against the sides of the tables. 

A massive spread of food covered both surface areas; it was more than they could all eat truly but it was clear Charlie had tried her best to create another memorable experience for her guests. You smiled from ear to ear with joy at the sight of all your friends together enjoying a day at the park. Husk and Angel Dust were seated on one of the benches lining the massive spread, the spider demon trying his best to get Husk to eat the grape he was attempting to feed him. 

"C'mon, just let me feed ya one." Angel whined at the former overlord pushing the piece of fruit towards him. 

"Cut that shit out, I can feed myself." Husk growled gruffly, as he swatted half-heartedly at Angel's hand before relenting. "Just one, and then leave it alone alright?"

Husk took a surveying glance around to ensure no one was watching the two of them. You quickly looked in the opposite direction to your left, faining interest in a passing butterfly so as not to intrude on their moment. You tried your best to hide a delighted smile. 

With a resigned sigh, Husk let Angel gently feed him a lone grape. "Ah yeah, you like that in ya mouth daddy?" Angel says salaciously with a flirtatious grin. 

"Fucking hell, you just had to go and make it weird didn't you," Husk scolded, before giving the tall demon a small shove. You did your best to hold in a laugh, ensuring not to make eye contact with the duo. Your ocular muscles searched for the rest of the group, coming to a stop when you spotted Charlie, excitedly pointing to something in the distance. 

"Ohmygosh Vaggie look!!" She exclaimed excitedly, her words strung all together in exuberance. "I can't believe this Infernenta plant is flowering!" Charlie said before skipping joyfully over towards the flowering bush. 

She skipped joyfully over towards the flowering bush, her girlfriend watching with a loving expression. Eyes which were usually fierce and full of rage softened before she followed after Charlie. “Yeah, that’s really cool babe.” She said, her voice beginning to fade as she walked further away from you. 

You smiled fondly as you watched them go—the two of them were very sweet together. Niffty quickly took over your vision as she dashed around, pulling your attention away from the two lovebirds. She held her needle high in the air with her little hand; she was on the hunt, chasing a particularly large bug. 

With a small shudder, you turned around and headed towards an opening in the woods, determined to explore. The thoughts in your busy mind dwelled on the members of your unorthodox group of friends until it occurred to you that had not yet seen Alastor. You wondered what he could be up to—though he rarely joined in on bonding activities. 

You pondered deeply on how glad you were to have met them all as your feet took you down a slightly overgrown path, large weeds sprouting between the cracks on the deteriorated stone passage. Lost in your internal musing, you failed to notice a pair of glowing red eyes watching you from the distance; the hunter was tracking your every move. 

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The Radio Demon watched you from the shadows, hidden behind massive amounts of lush, green, foliage. It was a position most familiar to him from his time alive, hiding from plain sight while he waited for the perfect moment to approach his prey. He watched you with an ill-intended gaze, as the short patterned material of your sundress highlighted the beautiful curves of your body. An unfamiliar feeling of desire coursed through him as he feasted his eyes on the sight of you wandering, helplessly alone. You were completely unaware of the danger that lurked behind you—the perfect, irresistible prey. 

Alastor was more than well-adjusted to the way the others at the hotel viewed his presence. He was infamous for the danger he posed, but you seemed content to naively ignore the threat he posed. Perhaps that was why he now found himself obsessed with you, needing to be constantly closer to you. No amount of effort could dissuade his need to be close to you; any amount of distance was simply unacceptable. The very lack of your presence had become most intolerable, to the point he found himself stalking you through the shadows, unable to look away from your gentle form. 

At first, these feelings had angered him. Alastor had tried his best to make you fear him, unused to all of the new sensations you evoked in him. Popping up from the shadows, scaring you when you were alone in the dimmed hallways of the hotel. You had always laughed in response, slapping his chest playfully as you laughed at his joke and were it anyone he would skin them alive for the unwanted touch. He found it most irritating when you would pull away as if your hand should ever be anywhere but on him. 

He started going out of his way to touch you—to make you uncomfortable. It was certainly not because he craved the feeling of your soft, warm, skin under his hand. It became a game he’d play, a way to see how far he could go, how long you would let his hand linger on you. Could he rouse a blush to those beautiful cheeks of yours? Somehow, he rather felt as though he might be losing the game you weren’t even aware you were playing. 

Many nights he spent time thinking about how your soft, shiny, hair would feel when he pulled your head back, locks wound around his claws. What noises your sweet, little, lips might let slip, the sight of your kind eyes widening. 

Would you let him ruin you if he tried? 

The question consumed him as he brought himself back to the sight of his beautiful prey: you. His eyes focused on your radiant presence while your face lit up in delight. You had stumbled upon a beautiful abandoned structure. It appeared this was once a grand gazebo, but time had eroded the marble away. Faint cracks could be seen amongst the vines and foliage that almost concealed it completely from view. 

He watched as you were unable to resist the urge to explore, pushing aside some of the greenery covering the entrance. You stepped inside, your graceful form illuminated by slivers of Heaven’s light, shining like sunlight through the thick canopy surrounding the structure. 

You were almost completely obstructed from the view of anyone who might come along and it sent a shiver down his back—what a delightful thought, to always have you to himself. 

He stalked forward slowly, careful to remain quiet so you would not ruin his little game too early. Hunting for sport was second nature to the demon; hiding amidst the shadows was something Alastor had become quite familiar with. The sight of you blissfully unaware of the potential danger you were in was almost too much to bare; he needed to start the next round of his manipulative little game lest you broke him before he got the chance to break you. 

He materialized behind you, his form becoming more corporeal until he was a solid mass that you bumped into when you took a step back. You let out a most exquisite scream of fear as he startled you and a wide, malicious grin spread across his face. You turned quickly to face him, and he watched as your facial expression melted into relief. He was unsure how he felt about the sensation bubbling in his stomach—he brought you ease. Alastor lived to strike fear into the hearts of others, but he could make an exception—just this once.  

"Oh, it's just you. That's such a relief." You said with a genuine smile. 

"My, my... You are quite a sight for sore eyes. I could just eat you up." Alastor almost purred, his voice thick with his usual filter. Static popped in the air as he stepped closer to you; after such a long hunt, he was so close to getting what he wanted.

"You mean me?" You squeaked in disbelief, insecurity seeping through your voice.

"See here, exactly how fetching I find you, darling." Alastor told you, before grabbing your wrist. 

He guided your soft palm to the hardness barely contained by his trousers, a true test to see how far he could push you. How much you would allow him to greedily take? Would this be the time he finally pushed you too far and you realized the peril you were in, being the object of his dark fascination? 

He watched hungrily as your eyes widened in surprise, a pretty pink tongue darting out to wet your lips. 

“This is all for me?” You asked, voice laced in awe and he wanted to consume you. 

You were a curious creature, a difficult prey to understand. You never gave him the responses he was expecting, and yet always gave him a response he enjoyed. Rather than flee from the evident danger you found yourself in, you seemed quite pleased at his forward and lewd actions—what a foolish girl. 

“Well of course my dear, who else would it be for?” Alastor teased, his voice full of amusement as he gestured to the empty overgrown gazebo. He brought a clawed hand down to cover your own, his large hand dwarfing your much smaller one as he pressed your hand closer to the tent in his pants. He let out a strangled groan at the much-needed contact, his usual composure falling apart every minute he spent in your presence. “The things you do to me, pet. This is all for you, because of you.” 

He thrust his hips up into your touch, chasing your nimble fingers before he allowed himself to regain control of himself. He melted away into the shadows with a quick use of his powers and the warm tension of having him pressed against you was gone. It was amusing to him how evident you made it that you were desperate for his touch. A menacing laugh echoed around the gazebo as he slid up from the pool of shadows at your feet behind you, shoving you back into the siding of the shelter. You fell briefly, your sundress bunching around your hips exposing your cunt and the tiny piece of fabric that covered it from view. 

You were an absolute vision, he noted. He was addicted to this version of you, vulnerable and needy for him and him alone. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, Alastor brought his much larger hand to rest on your leg. His rough scarred skin pressed against your much softer skin, and you shivered against him beautifully. He wondered how long he could stand to do this to you, playing with you simply because he knew you’d let him—could he finally make you snap?

He teasingly brought his hand up your thigh, ghosting a finger along your clothed slit. He swallowed a hungry growl as a fresh round of wetness gushed into your panties at even the faintest touch. Every single stroke, every touch, was methodical and planned—he wanted to watch you come undone. He held himself with tension, holding himself back from ruining you completely. 

You lifted your hips just enough, wordlessly signalling to him just how eager you were. It broke the hold he had over himself, the shred of control he kept in place to protect you. He shredded the flimsy undergarment, letting it drop by your feet as an unusable scrap of fabric. His fingers traced harsh, heavy circles around your swollen clit and it was pure bliss to watch as you threw your head back, releasing a muffled cry of bliss. 

He plunged a dexterous finger into you without warning. A ragged, desperate moan escaped your lips and he watched as your face seemed to glow a bright scarlet in humiliation. He curled his finger inside of you, watching as your body shook for him but it wasn’t enough. He needed to drive his cock deep inside you, to feel your pussy clench around him while you moaned just like that. Despite the fact you should be ashamed, you rutted against him and it was enough to drive the best of men mad—and Alastor was not the best of men by a long shot. 

He pulled his finger out of you, bringing it to his mouth before licking it clean. He swiftly undid his belt, before moving to pull the zipper on his pants down. The sound reverberated in the small hidden gazebo and he watched as you dripped in anticipation for him—he hadn’t hungered like this in centuries. He tugged his trousers down around his firm thighs and his massive cock sprung free. You let out a small whimper as you looked at his cock, a mixture of anticipation and fear shining in your eyes. 

“I can assure you, darling, that it will fit. You’re going to take every single inch of me.” Alastor commanded; the incredulous look in your eyes only spurring him on. 

He watched as your pussy clenched desperately with need around empty air, and his rock-hard cock glistened with precum. You were a marvel to behold. 

“Alastor, please, don’t make me wait any longer. I—I need you.” You admitted with a plea, a blush dusting across your face from the sound of your own needy voice. 

He pushed you further back against the siding of the forgotten structure you had found yourselves in, your back hit the siding with a soft thud. He lifted your leg up to wrap it around his waist as he slotted himself against your dripping pussy, rubbing the swollen head of his member between your folds, before he pushed to be inside of you. 

He moved slowly, inch by inch until his considerable length was seated within you. Your warm walls gripped him tightly and he let out a shaky groan. An aggressive buzz, filled with fizzles and pops, filled the air as he made himself wait, letting you adjust to his large size. His eyes glowed as he gazed down at you fondly. “You’re such a good girl, taking all of me so well. You’re mine now.” He growled possessively, a hand coming up to grip your waist. “Say it, tell me who you belong to.” 

There was a manic edge to his words, a need for you to understand that he owned you. 

“You. I belong to you, Alastor!” You cried out in pleasure, without hesitation, and he picked up his pace in response. You were such a good girl; you knew exactly where you belonged. His hips slammed his cock in and out of you, chasing your delightful cries and screams. 

The final strand of control within him snapped as he looked upon your debauched form. His antlers grew high and heavy above his head, his eyes becoming dials as he lost himself in his desire for you. His cock swelled within you, so large that he feared he might just break you. You released a soft whimper as he felt the head of his cock bumping into your cervix, but rather than push him away, you clawed at him to bring him closer—you were perfection. 

“I never imagined I’d feel so complete being inside you like this, darling.” Alastor confessed, lost in the throes of ecstasy. He brought a hand up, lavishing his attention on your clit as he picked up the pace. He felt your body begin to shake and he knew it wouldn’t be long, he felt you coming undone with every stroke of his digits, every thrust of his colossal member was bringing you closer to the edge. 

“Alastor, don’t stop! I’m getting close!” You pleaded desperately. 

Immediately at your words, he stopped completely. He rested his fingers on your throbbing clit, his dick painfully still inside of your tight heat. You let out a frustrated sob, a lone tear welling up in your eyes and he leaned forward to lick it off your cheek. The sight of you, a desperate and quivering mess was enough to move even the staunchest of sadists. 

“Please, please, please.” You begged, all sense of dignity lost. A tear fell down your cheek and he relished the moment of triumph in his twisted game. The sight of you crying and desperate beneath him brought him a degenerative sense of glee—he needed to make you cry more in the future. “Alastor, I’ve dreamed of this so often! I need to—please let—if I could just cum!” 

“Hmm, I should like to think to think a bright young girl such as yourself could articulate that better, my dear.” He replied, a sadistic smile stretching across his face as he leered down at you. 

“You’re being so cruel.” You cried out, voice dripping with desperation and it fed the hunger deep within him. He had no witty retort to return to your cries—he wanted you to beg. “Please, I’m begging you—I’ve touched myself thinking of you so many times. I never even dreamed you would return my desire. I can’t—I need you to move—to fuck me silly until I cum around your giant cock—please.”

You pleaded sweetly, your voice dripping with desperation and need for him that brought him immense joy and good girls got rewarded. 

“Your pleas are music to my ears pet, I suppose they’ve earned you a reward. You’re so pretty when you beg.” He asserted before resuming his brutal pace. Beautiful euphoric tears fell down your cheeks, painting them so prettily, as he fucked into you. He felt you tighten around him, and in a direct constant to his rough pace, he brought his other hand up to gently cradle your face. He pressed his lips to yours, moaning as your soft lips parted to allow his tongue to explore your mouth. He laid claim to every inch of you he touched. 

“Alastor!” You cried into his mouth, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You collapsed into him, allowing him to support your weight as he continued to fuck into your quivering body. Your cunt clenched deliciously around him as you rocked your hips backwards, chasing the friction he provided desperately. The sight of you so thoroughly debauched combined with the sensation of your walls gripping him tightly sent him over the edge. He shot thick ropes of cum inside of you as he finished with a loud groan, breaking away from the kiss.

The sound of your combined panting and heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent air, and he rested his head in the crook of your neck. “Ma biche, that was even better than I could have possibly imagined.” He praised, mumbling the words into your neck. You both lay intertwined for a while, neither wanting to break the silence and end the moment.

“We should find the others before they find us, but I’d love to do this again.” You said, and he could hear the desperate plea in your voice—good. 

“Of course we will do this again, you belong to me now.” He replied, matter-of-factly. 

He snapped his two fingers together, returning the two of you to your prior state of dress. The mess was gone as if it had never been there, though he loathed to return your undergarments to you. “Shall we, darling?” 

You shot him a contented smile as you linked your arm with his, allowing him to lead you back to where the rest of the group was still enjoying the picnic.

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