#I will continue drawing even if my finger and nails are killing me… be back in 15 days exact…

[lady-chu]

one last kitty post for now

[kissitbttr]

miguel with a jealous fiance

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“stare a little longer and you might actually kill her, y/n” jess chuckles as she follows your eyesight, spotting miguel being flirted by a woman whom you’ve never seen before.

you and miguel are attending a gala fundraiser. run by some rich bastard named ‘bruce wayne’. he didn’t want to go at first, but because mr. wayne had sent the invitations to you both himself, it would be rude not to attend. plus, it’s best if he’s out and try to socialize, make some new friends instead.

but now you’re starting to regret the decision when you see some red haired getting cozy with your man. she keeps touching his arm, giggling obnoxiously at something he said. which pisses you off because your fiancé is not that funny.

Ignoring jess’s comment, you twirl the wine glass softly, emerald green manicured nails clicking against it. you bite the inside of your cheek with cold eyes dead set on the girl. you wanted to laugh at how that woman had been trying too hard to catch his attention.

miguel isn’t doing anything rather than answering without holding an eye contact, casually sipping his whiskey on rock as he searches through the crowd. you could tell he’s annoyed. but it wouldn’t be polite for him to tell her to fuck off, would it?

god, you wish he had the balls to actually do it.

“you know he wouldn’t do such thing right?”

scoffing as if it’s the most stupid question ever, you nod. of course he wouldn’t. he’s too damn crazy about you.

“i know. it’s her i don’t trust” you mutter, almost growling. “that bitch could clearly see he has a ring on his finger. she fucking blind or something?!”

jess could only laugh while shaking her head. she thinks you and miguel are too much alike. a perfect pair. “then show her who’s the boss.”

“oh i will” you respond with hesitation, gulping down every last drop of your drink before setting the glass down on the table. “be right back”

with that, you flick your hair over your shoulder, adjusting the straps of your silky emerald green dress and begin walking towards your fiancé’. jess’s commentary about ‘try not to kill her’ from behind fall deaf upon your ears.

sorry, jess. no promises.

you could feel all eyes on you as you walk. it’s hard not to. men and women craning their shoulders to get a better look at the beautiful woman who looks like she’s invented class and beauty herself. the world completely stop when you walk through the crowd.

and not to be cocky or anything, but you’re fully aware of how gorgeous you are. with curves that look like built by the gods themselves, full plump soft lips and long, beautiful thick hair that cascade down to your back and eyes sharp enough to draw sailors if you were ever a siren.

it’s like looking at freyja the goddess whom paid a visit on earth.

as miguel’s eyes continues to scan through the busy evening filled with mindless chatters, his dark red irises then stop at you. a small grin creeps to his face when he sees you walking towards him with your head held up high.

but your eyes aren’t on him, it’s on the woman.

“i just think, that you are sooo-“

“so what?” you cut her off with a fake smile and arms crossed over your chest. standing beside your soon to be husband, you watch how the woman’s eyes then flicker to your figure. “making friends without me, my love? how impolite”

miguel shakes his head, his hand quick enough to snake around your waist pulling you close. “of course not, mi vida. this is—“

“not interested. so, you wanna fuck my husband?” your voice coming off venomous, glaring at the woman who seems to be shocked at your question.

a sigh escape from miguel’s mouth, one that implies ‘this is not going to be good’

the woman has her mouth hang wide open as she struggles to respond. she can’t exactly decide whether she’s intimidated by you or attracted to you.

“i—i’m so sorry… I didn’t know he had a wife—“

with a scoff, you roll your eyes. “you’ve been eyeing and talking to my man for at least twenty minutes. you’re saying that your eyesight is so fucking jacked you couldn’t even see the ring on his finger?!”

miguel could only stand there and listening to you scold the woman. because if there’s one thing he learned being with you? is that to not meddle or interrupt.

she shakes her head rapidly, stuttering out a nervous response, “n-no! i—i—I did see it, i j-just thought—“

“oh you did see it!” you exhale a sarcastic laugh. “and what, you think it’s okay to flirt with someone else’s husband when clearly he has no interest?! you really think he’s gonna go for you, sweetheart?”

the tone of your voice is far from polite. miguel could sense that, and he squeezes your waist in attempt for you to take it easy on the girl but you only shrug it off and pay no mind to it.

the woman look like she’s about to cry by how you’re scolding her. shaking quiet a bit and embarrassed that her flirty gesture had failed to steal someone else’s man.

“i’m s-sorry… I’m—i—“

“you” your raise your finger at her face. “need to get the fuck out of my sight before i drag you by the hair and beat your ass hard that no one will ever recognize that pretty face of yours again.”

she nods quickly at that, taking her champagne flute before walking away quickly. you’re still fuming on the inside. glaring at the back of that girl’s head until she’s fully disappears.

“damn, mami” miguel lowly whistles, a dark chuckle follows after as he moves to stand in front of you. hand around your waist still attached, pulling you close to him. “you’re so sexy when you get jealous.”

jealous. you hate that word.

everyone needs to know that you don’t take it lightly when it comes to miguel. he belongs to you and vice versa. and if you have to beat a bitch up to get your point across, then so be it.

“let’s get one thing straight, miguel. I don’t get jealous” You emphasize the word as you turn your focus on Miguel, giving him a stern look. “I get territorial. they need to know that you’re my man. I see a girl trying to take over my territory, then consider her fucking finished. you got that?”

miguel can’t argue with the fact that you just turned him on just by saying that. especially when you come off as demanding like this. It’s one of the reason why he fell in love with you.

bossy. ambitious. confident. and Independent. traits that miguel loves in a woman.

he smirks, looking down at you as he clicks his tongue against his bottom teeth. “yes, ma’am” he replies with a nod.

you nod back, crossing your arms. “good.”

“and just when i thought you couldn’t get any sexier” he shakes his head, squeezing your ass before leaning down a bit to give you a kiss on your cheek. “you do”

rolling your eyes, you lightly shove his shoulder. yet you can’t help but blush at the gesture. “easy there… we’re in public.”

he cocks an eyebrow, palm not leaving your ass. “and when has that ever stopped you before, mi amor?”

you bite your lower lip softly, remembering the times when you and miguel had done it over and over outside the comfort of your home.

yeah, both of you are pretty experimental.

“bathroom in 5. don’t keep me waiting”

[thesilmarillionblog]

A Sweet Distraction

Volume 2

➳ Click here to read the first part!

Summary: When you're in a club, you have to make sure Soldier Boy stays out of trouble and doesn't draw attention of other people while Butcher and the boys look for Payback members. Whatever it takes, you have to keep him busy and distracted.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: +18! (MINORS DNI), Language, some fluff

Word Count: 3025

A/N: English is not my first language.

Ben's lips curled as your tongues connected, and you felt your heart speed up as you gave him a gentle kiss, not knowing if it would calm his rage. You were shocked when, in spite of his rough nature, he gave you an affectionate kiss in return, as if he didn't want to frighten you away.

When his kisses got deeper and his tongue took over your mouth, leaving you gasping, you drew away. Seeing that his chest had gotten back to normal, you relaxed and exhaled deeply.

He winked at you and said, “You did a good job here, sweetheart, huh? You certainly know how to surprise me.”

You found yourself laughing uncontrollably as you observed his flirtatious behavior toward you. 

Your eyes wandered around the club as you muttered, “I just hoped surprising you would work,” blushing beneath his focused stare. Everyone continued dancing madly to the loud music, seemingly unaware that Soldier Boy was going to kill them all if you didn't stop him.

He led you to a quieter area of the club and said, “Well, it definitely worked,” when you bought him another drink. He was not getting drunken in any way.

Because he was a man with PTSD and was unpredictable, you were still terrified of him and wanted the night over as quickly as possible. However, you felt safer and more at ease with him because you didn't feel pressured to kiss him against your will. He was becoming even nicer to you. 

“So, why are you working for Butcher?” he inquired, setting his empty glass down on the closest table. 

You mumbled, “I'm not working for him,” as your nails gently traveled across the wall behind you. “His wife, who I was really close to, is hurt by Homelander really badly. She was the most kind human being I've ever encountered. So actually, I work with him let’s say.” 

He nodded to you despite the fact that the fact that he didn't clearly understand the situation or the dynamics amongst you all. 

“Butcher told me you're going to kill Homelander,” you muttered, as if you could be heard by someone else. “Are you truly capable of that? Killing him?” 

Soldier Boy laughed at your questioning and your clumsy attempt to find out if he was truly passionate about killing Homelander. “Of course I can, and I will,” he declared with pride. “He's just a foolish son of a bitch with a weird cape, and he's a cheap fucking knockoff. Just another worthless item to be used by his masters.”

You chuckled at his word choice and self-confidence, which fit him absolutely well. 

You said, "Honestly, I was very scared of you; well, maybe I still am, but I'm starting to think you're not that bad," feeling a little brave after his kind behavior toward you.

“I'm a tough bad supe,” he was whispering to you, raising your chin with two fingers and gently massaging your jawline with his fingertips. You shuddered, knowing that he might easily hurt you if he briefly loosened control. “But you know, just for you, I can show you how much I can be a gentleman.”

Even though you were still terrified of him and his abilities, your face flushed at his daring behavior right away. However, you were too weak to control your excitement. Being a supe or whatever was something you had never considered, so you muttered, “To be honest, I'm not that interested in getting intimate with a supe.”

As he drew nearer to you and prepared to press you to reconsider, he questioned, “Why not?”

Just a little while ago, Soldier Boy considered finding a simple supe woman to give his seed to and have a quick, hard fuck with, but now that he thought about it, he found you to be more interesting than those simple supe women who were boring and way too confident for his tastes—or perhaps he just liked your shyness at that particular moment. 

You said, your face flushed, “I heard there are supes who hurt people when they got close,” allowing him to touch your face with his massive hands. 

“There are no other men like me,” he remarked, with a grin brushing your lips with his thumb. 

You whispered, “No doubt. However, it's risky, don't you think? Considering the imbalance in power and everything.” 

“Believe me,” he added, continuing to playfully stroke your lips with firm hands. “I've fucked a lot of regular women just like you before; I can guarantee that none of them experienced any injury. People find themselves drawn to fucking supes for a reason.”

Your pulse raced with excitement and a hint of fright as you allowed him to touch you, unsure of whether or not to believe him. It felt like just the two of you, in between the din and the background noise. Soldier Boy was undeniably attractive, and his extraordinary strength only served to heighten the thrill you felt. 

“You want to distract me, right?” He heard your rapid heartbeat and sensed that you were putting your legs together, so he smiled and muttered something in your ear. “If you allow me to get into your tiny, aching pussy, we can both get pleasantly distracted. I would be happy to provide for your every need. Actually, I'm giving you a chance, so count yourself fortunate.” 

Telling him you didn't want to be touched would be a big lie. So, as he continued gently brushing your cheek with one of his powerful hands, you placed yours on his hand and gave him a forceful but delicate kiss to find out if he was being truthful about being a gentleman or not. 

Unexpectedly, he gave you the same tender kiss in return, and you could feel a little smile creep across his lips. After a while, his gentle kisses became more intense as he pulled you toward his powerful chest with his large hands behind your neck. Under his powerful hands, you felt secure. After a while, his powerful and seductive kisses left your lips red and ruined, and you pulled away to catch your breath.

He asked in a harsh voice against your lips, “So, what do you say?” as he continued to give you short kisses that increased your desire for him.

You gave it a little consideration, letting your hunger and physical desires gradually take the place of your fear of him, and then you nodded to him, “Uhm, yes.”

Soldier Boy's lips met yours with a smile as his hands hovered over your hips, slowly squeezing you until you left speechless and made to bite your lip to keep yourself quiet.

With a harsh voice, he asked, “Yes for what?” knowing that tonight, when he

finally got in your panties, you would make his dick warm with your tightness. He could feel his large cock getting harder by each second.

As he attempted to get you to talk when you were consumed with his exquisite little touches, Soldier Boy chuckled at your shyness. 

You said, “Yes for,” stumbling for words. “A small distraction, let's say?” 

Soldier Boy chuckled in a low voice at your description of the issue. He almost said something filthy about your naive demeanor, but he chose to refrain from putting you through more discomfort than was necessary. 

While guiding you to the second floor's darker corners and the rooms there, he teased, “Fine, baby, it doesn't sound that miserable anymore for you, huh?”

Then, just as a man was ready to crush you with his clumsy walk, Soldier Boy pushed the somewhat drunk man to the other side of the wall, and you found yourself inside a small, dark room that smelled strongly of drugs and alcohol. He stated, “It's all safe in here,” as you hurriedly scanned the room before he wildly began kissing you. 

He was taken aback when you kissed him tenderly on the lips, and you hoped he would be as kind as possible. You stroked his long beard and smiled at him. 

His tongue in your lips made you shiver and as he gave you a passionate kiss, your fingers danced over his long beard. He drew back and shoved you against the wall, making you gasp. He lifted your dress confidently and met your eyes with his darkened ones to check whether you were still afraid of him.

He gently assured you, “I won't hurt you,” right before his big fingers began to stroke your clit through your underwear. “Just relax.”

As he felt himself becoming more and more difficult for him to control, but he made his choice to make you feel comfortable and wet by giving you pleasure you needed. Soldier Boy gently inserted one of his fingers inside of yours, causing you to sigh a little louder this time after rubbing your clit some more and eliciting small noises from your mouth.

He answered, “You can take it,” and then carefully inserted his entire meaty finger inside of yours. “You're so good for me.”

You pushed yourself to take his entire finger in between his compliments and begged him to lift you up so you could be in a more comfortable position. Thankfully, he got the message right away and effortlessly raised you up with one hand. He then proceeded to gently touch you while whispering compliments against your lips.

You pressed your lips to his as he began to touch you more roughly, kissing him wildly as your fingertips played with his long and thick beard.

When Soldier Boy felt that you were close and that you were moist all over his hand, he added another finger. He bit your bottom lip gently, then whispered, “Cum on my fingers, sweetheart,” as he increased his strokes and found your most sensitive area with skill.

As you neared your climax, your legs trembled and you began to clench around his thick fingers between his praise while you moaned loudly against his mouth. When he took back his fingers, which were coated with your slick, you whimpered in protest. You were rather touch-starved, and you knew your body needed more.

He shoved his fingers in your mouth before you could even respond, growling, “Taste yourself,” as you held him tightly since your legs felt like a jelly. “Taste your sweetness.”

Your body became consumed with a desire to please him, so you hesitantly opened your mouth to let him to use it whatever he pleased. When he saw that you were ready to follow his instructions, he smiled mischievously and gave you the finger, saying, “Suck it, baby.”

When he put his hardness between your legs and ordered you to suck his finger so you could taste your own wetness, your heart began to race. As he carefully slid his fingers back and forth in your mouth, your tongue curled around his finger, giving you the sensation of a salty slick, and he pretended that you were sucking his cock instead. 

His lips twisted in enjoyment as he observed your submissive demeanor, and he growled, “You're a little dirty cocksucker, aren't you? However, I'll give you another chance to suck me off with your adorable little mouth later.”

With a swift motion, he removed his finger from your mouth and guided you both to the bed behind you. When Soldier Boy removed his hardness from his pants while holding your neck and pulling up your dress. The moment you felt the tip of his cock at your wet entrance, you shivered with anxiety, your cheek facing the sheets as you waited nervously for him to take you. You moved under Soldier Boy and forced him to release his grip on your hip, causing him stare at you perplexed before he inserted his cock into your pussy.

“What now?” he questioned while you were looking at his enormous dick in fear as he gave himself quick, forceful strokes.

“I’d like to do it in that position,” you murmered shyly, trying not to look at his enormous cock.

Soldier Boy noticed your anxious expression and your naive tone as you expressed wanting to be fucked in a missionary position. Without even realizing it, his heart began to soften, and he leaned over you on the bed, forcing you to lock your legs behind him as he began to kiss you again to help you relax. 

“Do you want to watch me fucking you?” He removed your tiny panties from your pussy and raised your dress so he could see your nude lower body. “Watching my cock slide inside your pussy,” he questioned. 

“Yes,” you moaned as you felt his thick cock on your stomach and mumbled against his mouth. 

After pulling the hanger off your dress and exposing your tits to his view, Soldier Boy spit on his own fingers and began to caress your sensitive clit some more. When he quickly sucked on both of your hard nipples, you let out a deep moan. Then, with a daring gaze into your eyes, he spat on his own fingers more and said, “Your adorable little hairy pussy looks so delicious. I'm fucking tired of shaved little bitches. You're really appealing to me, sweetie. A real woman.”

His fingers and his compliments made you feel close as his hand continued to play with your clit. You attempted to control your moans but were unsuccessful when he abruptly inserted two fingers back into you, forcing you to clench around his fingers once again.

He said, “I can make you come as much as you want, sweetheart,” as you whimpered loudly and opened your legs wider. Your eyes welled up with tears as you realized how empty you felt and how much you needed him to fill you.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

You quietly said, “Please,” running your fingers through his long beard.

“That's not how you beg,” he muttered aggressively.

You clamped your legs around his hips and moaned, “Fuck me, please,” as you attempted to get him to move on you.

As you continued pleading with him to get inside you, your eyes clouded with desire to be fucked by him, Soldier Boy grinned satisfiedly against your lips. He held his firm cock in his hand and moved it back and forth against your clit, forcing you to continue begging.

You both groaned when he finally pressed it against your entrance, and he moved very carefully to avoid hurting you with his strength. But you were so wet that he didn't even have to push, and he effortlessly glided inside you, which made him smile proudly. 

He encouraged you, saying, “You're taking me so good,” and attempted, very carefully, to insert his entire shaft inside your pussy. “Just a little bit more.” 

When he gave you a firm hip squeeze and thrust his entire hardness inside of you, you felt a little uncomfortable at first, but you quickly grew accustomed to the length of his dick and forced yourself to suppress your groan of discomfort.

He waited inside of you, and you murmured softly, “Can you be gentle?”

“You want to be fucked slowly?”

You nodded to him, and he surprised you by kissing your forehead tenderly and smiling a little. He said, “I'll fuck you as you like it tonight.”

You both gasped with ecstasy as he began to slowly move his cock inside of you. He looked into your eyes, his muscular hands holding you in place as he slowly smashed his dick within your pussy.

With every stroke, he snarled and praised you, saying, “You're so fucking tight and nice. I should have fucked you sooner.”

He was fucking you slowly but with powerful strokes that made you sigh with pleasure. He was also extremely mindful of every facial expression you made. When Soldier Boy sensed your hips frantically striving to match his thrusts, he began to move a little quicker and harder. He was aware that your body was capable of more. You felt yourself moving closer to him again as you groaned louder and gripped his face as he began to fuck you harder. 

“Cum on my cock, sweetheart,” he commanded, wrapping his hands around your neck and shifting slightly on top of you. It got harder to keep himself from spilling inside of you as he fucked you carefully, seeing as your tits bounced with each stroke. 

Your legs trembled with incredible pleasure as soon as he gave you the order to cum and hit you with his powerful thrusts, dominating your body, and you screamed in intense pleasure. You had no idea that you needed to be fucked in that particular way. You forced him to fully press against your walls by raising your hips and clenching around his big cock. You were shaking under Soldier Boy wildly as he continued to fuck you in between orgasms. 

With a low growl, he shoved his entire cock within your pussy and grabbed your tits with one hand while spilling his thick, white ropes inside.

“Fuck,” he growled as you clenched around him one more time and he kept spilling inside you for minutes, filling your insides with his sperm.

As he filled up inside of you, you both snapped to reality, and he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

He took his softened cock from your insides, and he chuckled when you smiled against his lips and while you were trying to catch your breath in bliss.

When he palmed your pussy and got back his sperm to your insides, which were leaking out of your thigh, you both moaned. 

“See,” he teased you. “No damage was done. I gave you an excellent attention.”

You boldly put your hands to his flushed lips, closed your eyes, and gave him a quick, hard kiss. 

“You're indeed a sweet little distraction to me.”

THE END.

A/N: Well, that was all. It was just a two chapters long fic, but you can check my Masterlist for long Soldier Boy / Reader fics.

Let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are very appreciated and important to me. ♡

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[willsimpforanyone]

can I request Leo Valdez smut?

he starts getting handsy at a party with a hyperfem reader in a short skirt and they go at it in a bathroom.

-🐿️

i can definitely do that for u, this one got away from me and i think u can tell i mostly read smut lmao

have u declared urself squirrel anon? or is that just what u use lmao

content: no mention of protection (be smart y'all), coming inside, mirror sex ig?, orgasm denial (just once, fem recieving), exhibitionism if u squint, she/her pronouns for reader

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For the tenth time, I push Leo's hand out from under the hem of my skirt. I lace my fingers with his, keeping his hand still under the guise of being affectionate as I continue the conversation I'm in the middle of.

Of course, with one avenue shut down, my ever-creative boyfriend finds a new tactic; his other hand.

His fingers sneak around my waist, fingertips just tracing over the hem of my crop top, nails catching lightly at the pale pink fabric. I don't even need to look at him to know he's barely suppressing a smirk.

"Keep your hands under control," I whisper to him once the conversation has moved away from me. "I don't want to spend the night adjusting my clothes from your groping."

Leo stifles a laugh, head turning to nose at my cheek. "Then don't adjust them, let me see more of you." His hand on my waist slips upward, fingertips barely brushing the side of my chest.

"I'm gonna kill you," I hiss, but a smile keeps pulling traitorously at my lips. His hand in mine squeezes at my fingers, inching our joined hands over my thigh.

His voice is soft and a little raspy, hot against my ear. "Fine, but can I fuck you first?"

I sputter a shocked laugh, whipping my head around to see the tempting glint in his eyes, paired with the teasing smirk on his lips. Raising an eyebrow in disblief, I dart my eyes over the rest of the room full of people.

"...are you being serious?"

It's as if something lights up in him, sitting up straighter and tightening his hold on me just a little. "I wasn't, but I am now!" He grins, teeth biting at his lower lip. "Can I? Holy shit, can I actually fuck you right now?"

That's too many things said way too loud for my dignity, and I smack a hand over his mouth to stem the flow of excitement. "If you shut the fuck up, maybe."

Leo nods earnestly behind my hand, eyes wide with anticipation. He pulls my hand away to give it a kiss on my knuckles. "I'll never talk again."

"...sounds highly unlikely," I laugh, standing up and smoothing down my skirt.

The speed at which Leo navigates through the party to an empty bathroom is suspicious, almost as if he'd planned it, or was maybe so needy he'd kept an eye on which rooms were empty. The minute the door shuts and locks with a click, his hands are on me, lips pressed hotly against mine. My back gets pushed against the door and I gasp, Leo taking advantage of my surprise to deepen the kiss and lick into my mouth.

He tastes of whatever dumb cocktail he'd made us earlier, declaring himself a professional mixologist because he was good at measurements. My eyes flutter closed, hands running up his chest and into his hair, drawing a soft moan from him.

"So pretty," he breathes, words pressed between kisses, his hands tugging and fisting my clothes like he can't quite decided what to do with them. "Can't believe I let you go to this party without ruining you first."

"Let me?" I tease, pretending to be offended and half-heartedly pushing him away with a hand on his chest. Leo whines at the disconnection of our lips.

"You know what I mean," he murmurs, pressing me harder against the door and working his hands under my crop top. "Wear whatever the fuck you want, but it's gonna make me go insane."

I laugh, cutting myself off with a soft, short moan as he gets two handfuls of my chest, squeezing and groping as he pants against my lips. With a swift movement, he shoves my top up under my arms, revealing the dark pink bra, the tiny gemstone in the centre glinting in the bathroom light.

"Fucking hell, baby-" He almost whimpers, eyes fixed on the swell of my tits under the pretty garment. "You want me dead, is that it?"

Just to really drive it home, I lean in so my lips are pressed against his ear. "You like it? I was worried you'd be able to see it through my clothes, but I guess not, luckily my skirt is just long enough to hide the matching underwear."

I briefly worry for his knees as Leo falls to the floor, and I giggle as he drags my skirt unceremoniously down my legs. As promised, the matching dark pink panties are on display, gemstone on the front and all.

One of Leo's hands goes to my thigh, and his other hand guides one of mine to his shoulder. "Hold on, pretty girl."

Before I can get another word out, his mouth is on me, tongue licking a broad stroke over my underwear. My hand fists the shoulder of his shirt, a loud gasp pulled from my lips as he buries his head between my thighs. His free hand yanks the thin, damp fabric out the way, holding it as he laps at my pussy with an almost feverish intensity.

My stomach swoops deliciously as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, head falling forward and hips bucking against his mouth. His brown eyes meet mine as he looks up from below me, and I can see the delight and desire in his eyes as he sees me cover my mouth when he slips a finger inside me.

His tongue circles and strokes at my bundle of nerves, long finger pushing in and out of my hole and curling at the perfect spot to get my legs trembling. The familiar knot in my gut tightens further and further, my walls spasming around Leo's fingers as he slips another one inside me.

"B-Baby, 'm gonna come-" I pant behind my hand, gazing down at him desperately. "Gonna m-make me come, fuck-"

He pulls his fingers out, tongue slipping back in his mouth with a dirty grin. "No, not yet."

"What?" My jaw drops, frustration taking the place of the pleasurable tension in my stomach. "Come on, I was so close!"

"I know." Leo shrugs, before standing up and grabbing my waist to bend me over the bathroom counter. His hand tangles in my hair, the other yanking my panties down my thighs to my knees as he stands behind me. "You're gonna come on my cock."

I moan at his voice, the words so matter-of-fact, like there were no other options; either I was gonna come on his dick, or not at all. Skirt discarded on the floor and underwear out the way, Leo undoes his pants with one hand, shoving them down along with his underwear. The way he sighs in relief as he wraps a hand around himself makes a shiver run up my spine, biting my lip as I watch his reflection throw its head back.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that?" he murmurs, looking down and nudging his tip between my legs, moaning lowly at the way my arousal coats the head of his dick. "How do I even function when you're so gorgeous in your cute little tops and tiny fuckin' skirts?"

I don't know if I'm supposed to reply, but I can't when he presses into me, both of us moaning in unison. He doesn't look away as my pussy swallows his cock inch by inch, his hands gripping tight to my hips.

"I lasted two hours," he pants, groaning low in his throat as his hips meet mine, sinking as deep as he can into my cunt. "Two hours needing to be in this pretty little pussy, I think that's pretty good considering my distinct lack of impulse control."

My eyes roll back as he suddenly snaps his hips, a sharp moan falling from my lips. "T-Two hours? We've only been here- shit!- an hour and a half?"

"Yeah, well," Leo laughs breathlessly, beginning to build up a rhythm, letting go of my hips to brace himself against the bathroom counter as he fucks me into it. "Wanted you before we even left the house, the second I saw you looking like this-" He punctuates his sentence with a particularly harsh thrust, a yelp catching in my throat as I scramble for purchase against the surface of the counter. "-and now I can't decide whether to take you home or f-fill you up with my come and make you go back to the party."

A rush of heat pulses through me and I clench around him involuntarily, gasping unsteadily, dizzy at the image he conjured up in my mind. I feel him laughing lowly against my back, his nose burying into the crook of my neck.

"Dirty fuckin' girl, you got tighter," he teases, hips getting faster, snapping his cock into me over and over, a hand reaching down to find my clit. "Is that what you want? Want me to pull your cute pink panties up and hold my load inside you, trying not to ruin your skirt?"

His middle finger gathers the wetness from my folds and smears it over my clit, making smooth circling motions that send electricity through my body. "F-Fuck, yes, don't stop," I whimper, catching his eye in the mirror and moaning brokenly at his dark, mischievious smirk. "I'm gonna c-come, want you to come inside me, L-Leo, please, baby, wanna h-have your come!"

Leo swears several times in Spanish, hot and fast against my ear as his hips stutter against mine. "That's it, pretty girl, come around my dick, wanna feel it, come for me and I'll fill you up, okay?"

I nod frantically, and it only takes a few more seconds of his finger playing with my clit before I feel that knot in my gut break, pulled too tight as I spasm between him and the bathroom counter. My whole body trembles, and Leo sinks his teeth lightly into my shoulder. "Feels so good, h-holy shit, did so good for me, there we go..."

He lets out a gutteral groan against my skin, his hips stuttering to a stop as he pulses inside me, thick come painting my insides. His arms wrap around me, nosing against my neck as he rocks his hips a little, panting hard.

After a few moments, the aftershocks settling, Leo eases himself out of me, shushing my soft whines with kisses pressed to my shoulder and neck. His fingers move to my hole, gently pushing against it to stop his come from spilling out too much as his free hand carefully pulls my panties back up my legs.

"My beautiful girl," he murmurs, voice thick with affection as he adjusts the fabric to make sure it's comfortable, kneeling for a moment to press a gentle kiss to my pussy over the panties. He helps me off the counter, arms around me as he litters kisses over my cheeks and nose until I giggle. "There it is, that's my favourite sound."

"Cheesy," I whisper, tone stupidly loving as I grin up at him, arms slinging around his neck. "Are we really gonna go back out there and pretend nothing happened while I ruin my underwear?"

A pause, and he shrugs. "I'll buy you more."

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i hope u enjoyed, this kind of got away from me but i'm not mad about it

[kasagia]

Dancing with the devil VI

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!royal! reader Summary: Paul Atreides returns from the dead and you must once again consider whether it is really worth it to follow the path he offers you. You also analyze your feelings towards a certain Harkonnen. And you are afraid of what you might conclude from them. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~Main Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ PART V ~•♤♤♤•~ PART VII ~•♤♤♤•~

"So the Harkonnens attacked your family on Arrakis, and you... you're the only survivor? And you came here on a smuggler's ship with some Fremen who believe that you are their messiah who is to provide them with a better life, freedom and independence?" You make sure, summarising everything Paul has told you over the past few hours.

"In a nutshell." He confirms and nods at you. You watch him carefully. His complexion isn't as porcelain as it used to be. He's more tanned, has a few wrinkles, and his eyes… you can see from them that he's been through a lot.

"Amazing." You sigh, sending him an incredulous look.

"And you ended up engaged to Feyd?" He asks carefully, poking at the stones with a stick. He doesn't meet your gaze. You don't know why, for fear of reading something in your eyes, or of realizing that he's been gone so long, that things have changed so much when he was away.

"In a nutshell." You nod, swallowing as reality hits you with the words he says. You really were engaged to Feyd. And was about do become his wife. FOR REAL.

"Not so amazing... or is it?" He asks carefully and stares at you uncertainly.

"Of course not!" You snort, shaking your head at his absurd question. "I would never… not with HIM. Not after what they did to you and your family, Paul. You're… one of my oldest and dearest friends. You're all I have left." You say and garb his hand in a strong grip.

Paul lifts his eyes to meet with yours. You stare at each other for a moment, and he turns his attention to absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of your hand. He lowers his head and shifts his thoughtful gaze to the ring on your finger.

"Well... I remember times when you wished to be his wife."

"It was... a long time ago. Very long." You say, swallowing hard and unconsciously digging your nails into his palm. Paul doesn't make a sound, he just gently repositions your hand so you don't dig your nails into his anymore.

"You never told me what happened. I mean... I suspect a few things, especially since you and Irulan stopped being so friendly and start to passionately hate each other..."

"I... don't like to talk about it. I never told anyone about what happened then." You sigh, remembering what happened reluctantly. But if you were to confide in anyone, it could only be Paul.

So you start your story.

Caladan had never felt so... cold before. Once it was one of your favourite places on earth. Now as you walked the halls of the palace, you feared for the future the Bene Gesserit witches, the Atreides, your parents, the Emperor, and the Harkonnens had planned for you Caladan isn't anymore such... stunning.

You didn't want to marry Paul. Not when your heart had long since been stolen and molded by someone else entirely.

"Practicing the art of stealth?" The raspy voice right next to your ear sent shivers down your spine. Your body involuntarily tenses as Feyd wraps his arms around you from behind and drags you into one of the palace's side passages. You wonder how the hell he even knows about it, since he's barely been here in the first place. "You were avoiding me, my deadly sweetness. Why?"

"I wasn't." You answer with a sort of confidence, but Feyd knows you perfectly well. He knows you're lying. You don't even know why you bothered to tell him a lie.

"Is it because of the Atreides? I can kill them, the Baron plans to break the peace treaty between us soon anyway."

"Feyd!" You hiss at him and punch him in the arm, giving him a reproachful look. You look around, making sure no one has heard you or will, and continue without looking at him, because you feel like the moment your eyes meet his you'll break down in his arms. And then Feyd would kill hundreds, if not thousands. "No. It's not them. Partially. And I don't want to get you in more trouble than you already are. It took your uncle a long time to get over you killing one of the nobles who… wanted too much from me. And I know, I know. He deserved it, I'm not questioning that, just the way you handled it, but we've talked about this before. Back to the main topic. Yes, I've been avoiding you because I… I… I just don't want to make it harder if they decide to… marry me off to Paul."

The silience that comes after your confession is killing you. You imagined in your head a variety of scenarios. In the worst of them, you are losing him completely.

You wonder if it wouldn't be better for all of you. After all, you and he had always been from different worlds, connected only by one small event in your past that made you care about each other. Eventually, you had to grow up and face reality. You didn't belong together. You never did.

And yet, despite the odds, despite all reason… you had developed true feelings for the young Harkonnen. Your mother would kill you if she knew how vulnerable you had allowed yourself to be towards a man. Not to mention that that man was Na-Barony, heir to Giedi Prime.

You are torn from your dark thoughts by his rough hand, which gently cups your cheek. You hold your breath as he leans towards you, his nose brushing against yours, his forehead resting against yours as he inhales the same air as you. Your heart beats like crazy as you think that he might kiss you, but to your great disappointment, he doesn't. He looks into your eyes, as if he wants to convince himself that you mean anything but leaving him.

"The only prophecy that I accept is that you are supposed to be mine." A soft growl leaves his chapped lips.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see his other hand shaking uncontrollably as the thought of never again being as close to you as he wanted it to be crosses his mind. He couldn't let you go. He wouldn't let you go.

If necessary, Feyd would burn Caladan to ashes, slaughter House Atreides and Corrino, and his own, if it meant he finally got what he truly desired. Someone's willing company, closeness, affection. He was too addicted to your softness to let you go completely. He was too drunk on the sweetness of your scent and innocence to let anyone desecrate it. He was too addicted to you to let anyone rip you from his arms.

"So what are you gonna do? You can't just claim me." You say, swallowing hard. The tension between you grows, the heat from his chest somehow seeping through his black armor, his musky scent mixed with a hint of smoke and metal overwhelming you.

"Can't I?"

Your heart beats faster at his question. The fact that he was practically asking for your permission made your head spin. How easy it would be for him to just give himself over to you. How easy it would be to just let him snatch you away and claim you as his in front of the world. But you knew the consequences. You knew how much he would pay for this. And the last thing you wanted was to cause him more pain and suffering than he had already experienced.

"You know it is not that easy."

"It is that easy. All you had to do is say yes."

"They won't let us do that." You shake your head as if that would dissuade him from that stupid idea. Although… you can't say you're not tempted to just run away with him, far away from here...

"I'm not asking their permission, I'm asking yours. Respect that. I could as well take you here and now. Take you to a ship to Arrakis and make sure we don't return to court without my heir in your womb."

"Thank you for your great grace and not treating me like one of your whores." You mock him and take a step to move away from him, but Feyd grabs you tightly by the arms and presses you against the wall with his body, preventing you from any form of escape.

"Don't try to argue with me. We both know you're more than that. As well as the fact that my idea captivates you as much as it captivates me."

This effectively silences you. It was true. You wanted this. Some twisted part of you did. But you knew perfectly well that you couldn't just refuse to marry Paul and decide otherwise. No matter how much you loved your prince from Lankiveil and wanted to be with him.

"Even if... even if I want it… it doesn't matter. They'll probably marry you off to Irulan. You'll be emperor and soon you'll forget about me. Those are the facts. We should stay away from each other."

You don't give him time to respond. You shrug his hands off you and run away from him. Tears gather in your eyes, but you try with all your might to keep them at bay. You run until you find yourself in the palace gardens.

Dark, black storm clouds stretch over Caladan, a cold wind blowing against your trembling figure. You kneel on the wet grass, and, not caring about the dirt on your dress, you put your hand to your mouth and let out a silent scream. The water soaks your hair and soaks into your clothes, but you don't move an inch. All you can do is cry, fooling yourself that the water running down your cheeks is rain as you bite your fist to keep from making any sound.

Paul is the one who finds you. And bless his sweet soul, he doesn't ask you any questions. He simply scoops you up in his arms and leads you back to the palace, obediently ignoring your quiet snorting. He knows exactly which corridors to lead you through so you don't have to run into any of the servants, and he returns you to the safety of your chambers with the promise that he'll be back to you soon.

In your hopelessness, you can't move, can't force a single coherent thought from your mind that doesn't involve Feyd. And with every tear that's shed, every tremble in your chest and sniffle, you realize that you don't care about anything but him. So you stand up and practically run to the secret passage in your room that connected to his guest chambers.

You wonder what you're going to tell him, how you're going to convey that you've changed your mind, that he can really do whatever he wants with you, just so long as you're his, just so long as you don't have to be apart any longer.

You couldn't; you didn't want to live like that. Not without him. Never without him. And you were terrified at first that he had such a huge influence on you, that you couldn't see your future without him, and that he was able to bring you to a state of mind where you didn't care about anything but him. But if you had to burn in his embrace to finally feel content and happy, then so be it.

But your determination falls apart when you reach his chambers. Everything falls apart.

"You never loved her, did you?" Irulan’s question rings in your ears. You hold your breath in shock, staring through a vent in the wall as she idly plays with the material of his shoulder armor.

"Y/N was… a lovely distraction."You feel his words tearing at your heart. Part of you doesn't believe what he's saying, doesn't want to believe what he's saying. But the other…

"It's quite pathetic. How fate has turned. You know, I used to think you were… a psychopath. Reckless. Dumb. But I can say that those traits fit her a little better now than they do you."

"I have to admit that I had a lot of fun breaking her and shaping her for my pleasure." You freeze in place. Completely.

He couldn't have meant it… but what if he did? What if he was really just playing with you this whole time? What if he really saw you as entertainment, someone to keep him company until he became emperor and could enjoy all the perks that entails?

"Will you have this much fun with me too?" Irulan whispers seductively against his lips, her hand falling to the back of his neck as she pulls him closer to her.

"Even more, my princess." Feyd responds with a growl, and with that, he kisses her like he kissed you not a few hours ago.

You take a few steps back in shock until you fall through the wall behind you. You put your hand to your mouth for the umpteenth time that day, stifling a cry of despair, and close your eyes, completely blocking yourself from what is happening in the room in front of you. You take a few calming breaths and retreat back to your chambers. You lock the passage carefully, making sure several times that no one will be able to get through it and sit down on your bed.

You reach over to your nightstand and pull out a sheet of paper, an inkwell, and a pen. You write, ignoring the ink staining your fingers, not noticing when Paul arrives with tea and biscuits for you, but you gorge yourself on the food like a week-starved man when the last word finally moves from your head to the page. You let him read what you’ve written, staring at him expectantly.

"Lady Whistledown?" He just asks, raising an eyebrow at you as he reaches the signature at the bottom of the page. You nod, placing your cup of tea on the bed.

Two important words from today—the day a completely new version of you was born. Whistle—from the whistle of the wind heard in the mysterious passage, which you still had in your ears when you saw Irulan and Feyd. And down. Complete collapse, the bottom you reached today and from which you promised to bounce back. If they... if he thought you were a pathetic little doll... what worse could happen to you? You couldn't make a bigger fool of yourself than you already had, wasting so much time on him.

"I want to make a difference. Something new. Something no one expects."

"Certainly no one would expect this… and especially not from Irulan. Who is this mysterious lover?" Paul asks curiously, to which you only smile mysteriously.

You take the notes you wrote in the heat of the moment from him and put on your coat to… seek advice on distributing them around the palace before dawn.

"Nobody important." You state, gathering all the confidence you could muster. You lean in and kiss him with the exact same intensity and desire Feyd had kissed Irulan with moments ago.

And though the guilt grows inside you, forming a lump in your throat, you don't break the kiss. You had to adapt to the new circumstances.

Even if the memory of Feyd's lips will always stick in the back of your mind.

"You were together then?!" Paul asks in shock, and you just nod, playing with a stick in the dying fire. "And you told him you didn't want him, and then he and Irulan…"

"You sound like you're about to start defending him."

"No. No. I… I want to understand. If you loved him… why did you run away from him and... start this Lady Whistledown thing?"

"I… I don't know why I ran. I just did. It's not like your parents and mine, the Emperor and the Baron, would let us change anything about how they arranged our futures." Paul nods. He places his hand on yours, making you look up at him.

"You know… he always seemed more human when he was around you." You barely hold back the tears, but you manage it. You nod in thanks and pull him into a hug. He tenses, but after a moment he manages to relax in your arms and hugs you back.

"Maybe it's better that we didn't get married. I guess we're better friends anyway."

"Maybe." He agrees, tightening his grip around you. You sit there for a moment, holding each other, when suddenly the stone doors of the bunker slide open.

You pull away from Paul as if burned, glancing back the way you came. You shove the torch and weapon into his hands and push him deeper into the cave.

"You need to get out of it. Use the emergency exit. We'll contact each other somehow when I get back to the palace. For now, wait in your hideout. I... I promise you they'll pay for what they did to you."

Paul looks at you with gratitude in his eyes and disappears before you can say anything. You sigh and run your hand through your hair nervously, grabbing the small dagger you carried with you everywhere. You hide in the shadows, listening carefully for the intruder's footsteps.

When you see movement in the darkness, you attack. You push the intruder against the wall and put your dagger to his neck. You freeze as your gaze meet a Feyd's blue eyes.

"What are you doing here?" You hiss at him angrily and step away from him, making sure that no part of your body is touching his.

He presses some buttom on his armour, causing a small ball of light to fly out to illuminate the room. He looks around, not giving you an answer yet, as he carefully and suspiciously examines the area around him.

"I should ask you this question." He mumbles and finally turns his accusing gaze to you. You sigh and roll your eyes at him.

"Irulan?" You ask, knowing full well that only she could tell him the location of your secret hideout. "Of course. It is alwasy about her, isn't it?" You mutter to yourself and walk over to the extinguished campfire, ignoring the Harkonnen following you.

"We should come back before they notice that we disappaired." He suggests, but you completely ignore him in favour of building a fire.

He doesn't like it. That's why he suddenly rips the kindling out of your hands and kneels in front of you, putting him at your height. You pull away from him, feeling awkward having his face so close to yours.

"What for? My reputation is already ruined."

"Just because someone wrote..."

"Lady Whistledown is not someone!" You shout, turning your furious gaze back at him. The small glow of the light ball highlights the sharp lines of his jaw even more. You curse him for how disgustingly distracting he is and take a deep breath before continuing. "We both know how... society react to her paper. They will believe everything she wrote."

"Or he." He corrects you thoughtfully, to which you just snort, even more furious.

"Please. It can't be man."

There's a deep silence between you, broken only by your breathing. You try your best to keep a poker face and not give him away in any way how close you are to Lady Whistledown's true identity. But, luckily for you, he seems to be interested in something completely different.

"Why did you run away?" The question is as uncomfortable for you as if he were pestering you about Whistledown.

You swallow and look away from him, mentally reminding yourself like a mantra that it was he—his kin—who killed the Atreides. And he almost killed Paul. Paul, who, despite everything, had been a great support to you when Feyd was gone.

"Maybe that's my thing?" You say, trying with all your might to maintain your hostile attitude.

He didn't deserve anything more; hell, he didn't deserve anything you gave him. You should be thinking about how best to get rid of him, how to kill him, and how to get out of this unwanted marriage to a monster who was once the most precious person on earth to you. But all you can do is be furious at him for not being able to just love him—exactly the way you want to.

"What happened to you?" He asks, furrowing his hairless brows, accusing you of suddenly returning your hostility towards him with redoubled force.

"You! It's always you, damn it!" You scream at him angrily and punch his chest. Feyd stares at you in shock as your dam breaks and you unleash all your pent-up emotions from years past on him. "For 5 fucking years I've pined for you while you fucked your three pets! And probably a ton of other women! You're a disgusting monster who's only good at killing and destroying other people's lives! I hate the influence you have over me and my life! I hate that after everything you've done to me, Paul, and hundreds of others, you have the nerve to stand in front of me and beg for my love, for any feeling other than the disgust I should have for you and your house! I hate you! I hate you with every fiber of my being as much as I love you and it's killing me! So stop it! Stop your sick games and tell me that all of this, all of we went throught is just one of your sick plans to ruin my life! Say fucking something!!"

You are perfectly aware that you are behaving hysterically, that with every cry and hitting at him you are only sinking deeper in your pitifulness and coming off as pathetic, but you can't take it anymore. You can't stand that you love him and hate him at the same time, that you want to burn him to ashes and at the same time immerse yourself in the feeling of his strong arms around you. You are simply tired of fighting with the whole world and with yourself at the same time.

And Feyd, surprisingly, holds you through it all as you fall apart against his chest.

He gently tangles his hand in your hair and pulls you close. You rub your nose against his neck, inhaling his scent and crying quietly as he whispers soft, sweet nothings to you.

Your heart swells with love as you hate him even more for being so sweet and protective towards you.

But you don't want softness. No. Softness won't throw out all the thoughts you have, it won't make you finally feel the blog's emptiness.

So you stand on your tiptoes, digging your nails into his bald head as you pull him in for a kiss.

Feyd groans in shock at your actions. At first, he responds to your kiss instinctively, digging his fingers into your waist and pulling you close to him. Your tongues fight for dominance, and you feel your lungs burn from lack of breath. But you need more. So much more.

Your fingers themselves find their way to the buckles of his armour.

You undress him with a strange skill, and he's too focused on the feeling of your eager mouth on him to realise what you're doing. But when the pads of your soft, delicate fingers touch his skin, he wakes from the frenzy you've put him in.

He pushes you away from him. He breathes deeply, heavily, standing with his chest exposed to your hungry eyes.

"Y/N... wait..." He blurted out, not believing that the words were really leaving his mouth as much as you were. He hadn't imagined that he would be… reluctant and resistant when you initiated anything between you, but if anything, he didn't want to use you in such a state…

"I don't want to." You growl at him furious and move closer to him. Feyd groans when your mouth falls on him again and you loosen the ties of your dress.

You guide his much larger hand to your breast and knead it, making him harden in his pants at the mere touch of you. And fuck he wants more. He wants more so desperately. But he shouldn't. He shouldn't be using you like this.

“Fuck the hate for you out of me.” You demand, not beg or ask, against his mouth and slide your hands along his chest and abdomen to the button of his pants, which do nothing to hide the bulge that grows with every touch and gasp you make. "Make me forget about everything."

And Feyd is just a man, after all. A man who has given in to his desires for years and has never fought them. So after making sure that you want it too, he grabs you hard by the hips and lifts you, forcing your legs to wrap around his hips.

Feyd groans, laying you down by the fire, on stones that are still a little warm from the fire that died down. He tears the remnants of your dress from you, running his tongue along the column of your neck and to your bare breasts.

He sucks on one of your nipples, nibbling on it every now and then out of pure desire to see you howl and scream under his touch or to feel your fingers dig a little harder into his back. He needed to feel you close. He needed to know you weren't going anywhere. He could give you a reason to stay. Like he should have all those years ago.

"Feyd…" You moan softly as his fingers travel to your other breast and play with your nipple. Feyd hardens at the thought that one day, maybe, his children will be the ones to receive your beautiful breasts. And fuck, he's going to make sure of that.

He moves his mouth lower, tracing colors, a red-purple trail of hickeys across your breasts, the valley between them, your stomach, your hips, your thighs, to the place that interests him the most. He growls, nuzzling your wet core and inhaling your scent. He licks once, kittenishly, gently, just enough to get you impatient and savor you before he lunges to devour everything your sweet pussy has to offer.

Your moans and chants of pleasure make Feyd work you even harder, wanting to bring you to a sweet, blissful climax at least twice before he obediently fucks anything other than him out of you.

Feyd exactly feels the moment you're about to come. You dig your heels deeper into his back, your thighs gripping his head as if in some kind of trap, you shake under the thrill he's giving you. He looks at you and can't help but smirk possessively as he watches you, eyes closed, fall apart under his tongue, crying out of pure pleasure and relief.

He wastes no time. Feyd climbs over you, encouraged by your hands as you pull him down on top of you. He rests his forehead against yours and kisses you lazily before, with your help, he gently enters you. He stops when he sees you close your eyes and clench your teeth to keep from hissing in pain. He holds you protectively in his arms and slows your hasty movements. Ironically, he's the one who wants to slow down. He takes no pleasure in your pain and doesn't want to see you suffer. He wants to see the same look of blissful pleasure on your face from moments ago. So, to your protests, he slows down and presses his lips to your neck, sucking little raspberries as his fingers return to your swollen cunt, playing with it as he slowly conquers the deepest parts of you.

And it feels so fucking right and good. For both of you. You hold him tight, your nails digging into his abalaster skin as you draw his black blood, as he pushes himself inside you up to his balls.

You bite your lip, and he growls when he sees you trying to make the sound he has rightly earned sound. He kisses you with such fervour that you barely notice he has begun to thrust into you. His pace gradually increases until it is so fast that you don't register when he leaves you empty and when he completely fills every space in you. All you know is that you are one in this moment. You and him. And it feels so damn good. His lips mark every inch of your skin he can get to, just as your nails leave scratches on his back. You mark each other completely, as if either of you will forget what is happening between you now.

The moment you feel like you're going to fall apart you try to hold back, to come with him, but Feyd won't let you. He thrusts into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do, forcing you over the edge.

The force of his thrusts increases, stimulating your orgasm as he drinks in the sight of you beneath him, overwhelmed with pleasure. Your eyes squeeze shut, the scream of his name, and the way you dig your wonderful nails deep into the skin of his neck make him come. Your wet walls clench around his aching length as he kisses you one last time with everything he has, wanting to make sure your swollen lips, the hickeys on your body, and the pleasant ache between your legs remind you of how perfectly you both fit together. Hoping you won't run away from him the moment you get the chance.

He clings to you like a frightened little boy, afraid that when the fog of lust lifts you will come to your senses and pull away, push him away, to declare once again your great hatred for him.

But you don't. True, you gently push him off of you and snuggle into his side, completely exhausted, both emotionally and mentally, but you don't walk away completely; you don't throw insults.

Feyd believes that it's only and exclusively because you're too tired to do so.

Without a word, he pulls you closer to him and wraps his arms tightly around you, making sure to cover you with his black paladin first. You fall asleep quite quickly in his arms, allowing him to relax a little too. Feyd places his lips on the top of your head and presses a long kiss there.

"I've never played with you, little swan. It's always been… real. The realest thing I've ever experienced." He mumbles, his heart pounding faster than ever before with his confession. Even though you’re too deeply asleep to hear him, Feyd still finds it nerve-racking to admit it out loud.

For now, he falls asleep with you in his arms, enjoying the small truce between you. He just wonders how long it will last before you decide you hate him too much to even consider touching him.

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[captain-mj]

Vampire Pt 5

CW: suicidal ideation, non typical self harm, smut, Ghost finally drinks from Soap

We're back!!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Ghost stared at the new people. His discomfort was immediate but subtle enough that only the people who knew him would pick up on it. He immediately sought out the places of exit and sunlight before finding Johnny. 

“Now. Why were you all scolding my familiar and why is there a werewolf in my home?”

Price stood up immediately. “Well, Simon-”

“Ghost.” He corrected, glaring down Farah. She shrank back from him, a healthy respect in her eyes. No fear despite here stance. When he noticed the shaking and unconscious woman in Alejandro’s hands, he realized why. She was protecting someone. He glanced at Johnny, partially for answers and partially to make sure he was there.. 

His little familiar stared at him and Ghost tried not to preen. It was just because he had never seen his face before. And judging by the dumbstruck look on his face, he was probably surprised by how much he was scarred. Soap definitely was wondering how great of a warrior he was. Unfortunately, those days were far behind him, though Soap’s reaction to him made him feel fearsome in a way he hadn’t in a long time. Later, he’d assure Soap that he never, ever had to be afraid of him. 

Ghost had to look away from him briefly when he heard Alex bursting in. 

“Ah. Damn. Nevermind, you’re on your own.” 

“Alex!” Farah growled at him, sneaking glances at all of them. The atmosphere felt tense and incredibly awkward. 

Ghost moved slowly. The floor creaked beneath him as he walked. He went closer to his Johnny and noticed how he was standing. Hands behind his back. Perfect posture like he only had when he had done something wrong. 

Rather than call him out in front of everyone, he circled him. 

His hands. 

They had ash. 

Ghost knew immediately something horrible had happened. But his friends were all here and very much alive. Whoever died… well. 

They could cross that bridge when they came to it. 

His own hands were ungloved. Now adorned with sharp nails. He wrapped his hand around Soap’s throat, careful not to squeeze. Ghost only wanted to feel his pulse beneath his fingers. 

Soap let out a breath and everyone else tensed. 

Farah immediately stepped forward. “Wait, I dragged him into everything. Alright? He didn’t even want to do it.” She had her hand up, eyes on Ghost. 

Ghost hated when people looked at his face. The only thing worse than being seen was retreating though. 

“I’m not going to kill him. You can all relax. I need him to make me a new mask anyway. My last one was ripped.” He twisted and leaned his head down to look at Soap and continued to speak only to him. “Shame. I really liked that one. You can replace it right?” His thumb rubbed gentle circles into his skin. The tan flesh of Soap’s throat made him feel warmer. Maybe there were multiple uses for humans. 

Soap must’ve noticed his pointed ears and nodded. “I’ll find a way to work around everything, sir.” 

Ghost moved so he was speaking directly in his ear. “Good boy. And later, we can talk about this, huh?” He grabbed Soap’s hands, discreetly dusting them off before turning to everyone else once again. 

Interviewer: So how you feeling?

Soap: I’d never be so fucking horny in my life. He called me a good boy. 

Interviewer notes that Soap is still flushed: Right. He didn’t even care that you murdered someone

Soap: He just covered it up for me! That’s so against Vampire Code but he just brushed my hands off. And did you see his face?? 

Interviewer: He’s prettier than I was expecting.

Soap: So pretty! I can finally draw him accurately. He’s a lot paler than I was expecting, but he is British. Also, he doesn’t have any scars. That also caught me off guard. He constantly mentions them but I didn’t see anything. 

Interviewer: Maybe they’re not on his face? Or he means mentally?

Soap: He’s so dreamy. And when he put his hands around my throat… What a man. 

Interviewer: You know what, I think we’ve covered everything for now. 

Everyone was squabbling. Ghost used Johnny as a stress ball, squeezing his arm carefully before letting go and repeating. The louds noises and the air on his face was… what was the word Soap used that one time? 

Overstimulating? That was it. Overstimulating. 

“What do we do about the lady?” Alejandro held up Malika. “If someone finds out we were part of a plot to steal a familiar, it could mean banishment or being forced into the sun.”

Ghost considered their options. With the vampire dead, he would have to convince them not to take Malika back. They could just cover all of this. 

Price nodded. “Well, obviously we have to take them back.”

“No. If we take them back, it implicates us. The best thing is to just get rid of her.” If she was gone, no witnesses. 

Farah snarled at him. “Absolutely not.”

They’d have to kill two werewolves too. And then Laswell. Ghost did not want to get rid of Laswell. Neither did he particularly think they would be capable of killing Laswell. 

Rodolfo hummed. “What if we just let them keep her? As long as everyone agrees to keep quiet, you can punish Soap and we can all move on.”

“Exactly!” Alejandro nodded. “No need to kill her for no reason. Clearly, Farah here went through a lot effort to get her back.”

“Wait, how do you guys know my name?”

“We’re good friends with Kate.” Price whispered to her, standing up. “Look, maybe I’m a little more traditional, but do you really think this is wise? Really?”

Ghost shrugged. “We knew nothing. It’s daylight. No vampire is going to be looking for her.” He rubbed the tips of his fingers together, feeling ash and bone dust. No vampire indeed. 

Price shook his head. “I understand you got your claws and all, but I’m the oldest here. If someone stole Soap, would you seriously be okay with it?” 

Ghost tightened his grip so fast Soap yelped in pain. “I’d never let my familiar get to such a state. I’d also never hold someone against their will.”

Price narrowed his eyes. “Implying something, Simon?” 

Rodolfo gently pushed their guests to sit down. “Don’t ruin this for me. I’ve been waiting for these two to fight for ages.” He settled in. “There’s coffee in the kitchen as well as soda.” 

Gaz materialized on the couch. “This is the perfect way to end a night fellows.”

Interviewer: What did you mean by that?

Rudy: They’ve been walking around each other for centuries. As long as I’ve known them, there’s been this… tension. I always assumed it was sexual ya know?

Interviewer: Uh, okay.

Rudy: But I’ve been waiting decades for them to just blow up at each other. 

Alejandro: Anytime they’re alone with each other, it’s especially bad. It’s mostly from Ghost. I’ve been dying to know too. I think Ghost is angry about being turned. 

Rudy: Why would Ghost hate being turned? Being a vampire is amazing. You don’t regret being turned, do you?

Alejandro: Mi noche, of course not. 

Interviewer makes a note that Alejandro looks a little sad when Rudy put his arms around him. 

Ghost hissed at him immediately. “Ghost. I told you my name is Ghost.”

“Will you let it go, Simon? You’re not human. I’m sorry that I was so selfish.” Price sounded so condescending. 

“You were!” Simon shouted. “You were selfish!! I was supposed to die on that field. I was fine with it. A hero’s end. Cut down by an enemies blade.”

“I didn’t want you to die.”

“Why? Why not? What made you decide to change my fate there? I was just a soldier! I wasn’t important!” 

Price shook his head. “I put so much time into you. Trying to make sure you were okay. Keeping you from dragging yourself into the sun. Do any of them know how many times I had to feed you because you ripped your own fangs out? Tore at yourself until you barely were able to heal? Why can’t you just be thankful you’re alive?”

“Because I don’t want to be!” 

The awkward silence that filled the room was suffocating. 

“I wanted you to let me die. Just give me a fucking reason. You told me it was because I was special and then that I was the only person alive which I know wasn’t true. Then it was that I respected you. Wasn’t afraid. What was the real fucking answer? What reason did you have from taking my humanity away from me?”

Price stared at him before sighing. “I didn’t have a reason. I saw you among the other dying men. And that was it.”

Ghost stared at him. He felt the pinch of his fangs. The agony of ripping them out by the root. Feeling cold blood fill up his mouth and gush out from between his lips. He was always careful not to swallow because of how horribly sick it would make him. Wouldn’t fucking kill him though. 

“You weren’t special, Simon. I just noticed you, lying on the ground, bleeding out. I thought you’d be appreciative.”

Ghost felt his ears ringing. “You thought wrong.”

“Clearly, Simon.”

“Ghost. Simon died a very long time ago.” 

Price had brought him people. Random victims. He remember being unable to control himself once the blood started flowing. Price had encouraged it. Had tried to teach him how to survive. Unfortunately for Ghost and fortunately for Price, survival instincts did eventually step in. A year of trying to kill oneself with no luck… it still does things to a person. 

“I didn’t kill you. You’re still right here.”

Ghost scowled. “You made sure of that. The girl leaves. They can have her. You’re not part of this coven or this household. Do any of them people who belong to this house have an objection?” 

Rodolfo, Alejandro and Gaz all shook their heads in sync. All five of them were enraptured. Malika had just started to wake up but even she showed some interest. 

Price frowned at him and he quickly stepped closer. “I’m sorry. I went too far there.”

Ghost yanked Soap along. “Tell Kate I said hi.” He was starving. The second hand blood from Rudy had already been ran through. He would’ve been fine until tonight if he hadn’t been woken up. But now, he couldn’t wait. 

Soap jogged to keep up with him. “Sir…” He sounded hesitant, hand gently coming up to clasp on to Ghost’s arm. “That was pretty… intense.”

Ghost grabbed him and yanked him into his room, lifting him off the ground like a marionette. He set him on his coffin. “Johnny. Take off your shirt.”

Interviewer: So what went through your mind in that moment?

Soap: God I hope I don’t cry during sex with him. 

Interviewer: Dios mio…

Soap slowly slipped his shirt off like he was unwrapping a present for Ghost. He looked shy, as if he didn’t regularly walk around shirtless during the summer. Before Ghost could even comment, he snapped the chain of his cross necklace and tossed it to the side. Big sign of trust dedicated to a person who planned on eating him. 

“I can’t wait until nightfall. I’m not going to take too much.” Ghost grabbed him by his hair and forced his head back. His nose pressed right against his neck, seeking out his jugular and each of the little veins. It wasn’t really a question, more of a courtesy heads up that he would be feeding from. While doing this, he pressed himself between Johnny’s legs, trying to close the gap between them. He was just stealing warmth and he could always blame it on being hungry and upset. Other people loved when Ghost talked about his feelings. 

Soap flushed impossibly bright. “Oh! Oh, yes, of course. Take what you need from me.” He buried his hands in Ghost’s hair. “Is this okay? I don’t want to touch you too much if you’re no-”

Ghost’s fangs slid into his throat. Just to the left of one of his jugular so he wouldn’t puncture it. He worried it would bleed too much and Soap may black out. Or worse. 

Blood was never sweet. It was always savory or salty. Diet was a big part of it too. Healthier diets tasted better. Salt filled diets meant saltier blood. So on. So forth. 

Soap was… Good. Really good. It made sense. He took good care of himself. But it surprised Ghost just how perfect he tasted. 

Ghost groaned and sank in deeper. A leech. Maybe a tick would be better. Clamping his jaws into Johnny. Holding him so tight and drinking him until there was nothing left. Stealing the warmth from his veins. 

Soap whimpered and Ghost slowly retracted his fangs. He closed his mouth over the wound and started to drink. His arms cradled Soap to his chest, enjoying how soft and hot he felt. The hands in his hair tightened their grip but they pulled him closer instead of pushing him away. 

“I got you, Ghost.” Soap muttered to him and Ghost melted into his grip. He pulled away slowly to lap at the wound instead. Blood dribbled down Soap’s chest and his head ducked to follow the droplets back up his chest with his tongue. 

Soap’s breath caught and Ghost felt him pressed against his hip. Humans get turned on by the strangest things. 

Ghost finished feeding and pulled away once he was sure there was no more blood coming from the wound. He thought of ignoring the little problem Soap was having, but he thought it would be more fun to bother him about it. 

“Into biting?”

Soap blushed. “I… I…”

“It’s a normal reaction, Love.” Ghost didn’t move. They were pressed against each other. “Do you need help?”

Soap just stared at him as Ghost undid his zipper. Maybe getting older came with personality changes. Maybe he was just more sadistic than he realized. Or he was looking for a distraction from earlier. 

Soap made real pretty noises when Ghost got his hand around his cock. He wiped his mouth to use the little bit of blood and spit still around it as lube. Ghost stared down at Soap as he slowly moved his hands up and down. When Soap tried to look away, he grabbed his chin and made him look at him. 

“Johnny. You killed someone today didn’t you?”

“It was on accident. I swear.”

“I know. I believe you. My little bodyguard huh. Protector of the innocent.” He sped up his hand and the way Soap’s thighs trembled wasn’t missed. Every time he reached the head, he’d play with his slit, using his precum to make the slide even better. “Never would’ve thought you’d have that in you. Bet you have a lot of secrets from me.”

“No. No, Ghost.” Soap grabbed his shoulders.

“You hid you were a perv. Getting off on being bitten.” Ghost spoke calmly to him, watching those ocean blue eyes fill up with tears. “Broke your necklace you were so desperate. So desperate for me.” He slowed his hand and Soap keened. “You were delicious by the way.”

Soap thrust up into his hand and nodded. “Thank you.”

“Maybe I should feed off you more often. Litter your neck with bites.” Ghost sank to his knees and deepthroated him. He forced Soap to be still since it had been a while since he had done this. He bobbed his head once he had adjusted and he purred around him when Soap finally came. 

Soap was mumbling something and suddenly Ghost’s skin burned. He yanked back with a snarl and sank his nails into Soap’s hips, making him cry out. 

“Do not bring up religion right now.”

“Sorry.” Soap squeaked out.

“You’re lucky you tasted good.” Ghost got up with a huff.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 71

Third POV

Something within Jeff feels off. Sure, he rarely gets this dangerously drunk - but even so, he still has control over his strength. He never feels this sluggish, this feverish. He feels someone's weight against them, the smell of blood & sugary perfume making him gag. He feels them invading his mouth, touching him in places that would earn someone ,other than Eboni, to lose their fingers.

He knows this isn't Eboni. She'd never wear perfume this sugary. She's a fan of fruity, flowery scents like strawberries or lilacs - not cotton candy or vanilla. In fact, those are her two most hated scents. It always makes her gag. So...if this person isn't Eboni, then who the hell is it?

He blinks his eyes, trying to fight the heaviness of his eyelids & dizziness of his sight. Jeff needs to see, he needs to see who'll be getting a knife sliced across their throats. But he can't. So he tries to shove them off, his arms feeling like jello. No....there's no way someone was stupid enough to spike his drink.

Not only would they be in a world of hell the next day, but Slenderman would kill them on the spot. Drugging other proxies is strictly prohibited. So once he feels their soft yet icy hands travel up his hoodie, his jumbled mind is able to piece together who is behind this.

"N...Nina?" He slurs.

"You finally noticed me, Jeff. Aahhh, this feels nice, right? My hands all over you..."

Jeff chuckles, his words still slurring. "Sh...she'll...end your pa..path..pathetic life.."

Her face drops, making her dig her nails into his side- drawing a bit of blood. "I'm faster, smarter, and prettier than her. You know I'm better for you than she is!"

"Ugh... you smell s-so...gross... gonna barf." He mumbles, gagging in between his words.

Nina gasp, leaning up to bite his neck harshly - drawing blood. "I do not! I smell better than her, too!"

Jeff doesn't respond, still trying to pry this obsessed girl off of him. He feels so disgusting. The only woman allowed to touch him like this is Eboni. He's not even hard. Maybe it's the drugs in his system, or the overwhelming alcohol in his system, or even the profuse of sugary scent - either way, his body is fully rejecting Nina.

And that hurts her. Even in his drugged out state, she'd still have to force him to accpet her. She licks the blood from his neck, savoring this taste & closeness that is Jeff the killer. Why can't he just choose the better option?

"I know you, Jeff. I know everything about you. I know your background. I gave up everything just for you to notice me! So please...just please say you love me..." she begs, tears filling her eyes. She's losing her edge to continue taking advantage of him in this state.

The male grins, body fully slumped against the wall. He opens his eyes, sapphire pupils dilating. "Th..the only person...I give...t..two shits about is E...Eboni Brown.....my girl."

It's then that Eboni storms over, yanking Nina off and punching her straight in the nose. Nina was about to swing, but Kate grabs her- holding her back. Jeff still can't fully register what just happened. He blinks a few times, the sweet scent of strawberries filling his nose. He hums, leaning forward onto Eboni.

"I'm..s...sor..sorry..." he whispers, hoping she wouldn't blame this on him.

Eboni is shaking with so much rage. Not only is the music & flashing lights triggering her, but seeing her partner drugged out of his mind is pushing her over the edge. But the sight of his lopsided grin is enough to calm her nerves.

"Don't... I know it isn't your fault." She whispers to him, glaring at the lipstick smudges all over his face.

Her eyes snap over to Nina, who is shouting many curses at the girl. Most of the party goers turn their attention to the commotion, BEN going as far as to take out his phone to record it. Eboni pushes Jeff gently against the wall to help balance him out. She turns her attention to Nina, placing a hand on her hip.

"Wow....you got so desperate that you went as far as to drug him. Seriously? You honestly thought after you had your way with him that he'll magically fall for you? Sorry not sorry, but your pussy isn't all that special."

A few proxies struggle to hold back their laughs while others don't bother, laughing loudly. Nina tries to pull herself away from Kate, but the masked killer is overpowering her.

"Yes! Yes, it's supposed to go that way! I gave my life up for him first! I did whatever I could to make him fall for me! Then you come out of nowhere and he suddenly loves you!? That's not fair! THAT'S NOT FAIR!"

Eboni pitches the bridge of her nose, letting a breathy laugh slip. "Damn, you're coo coo for coco puffs. Clearly, you don't know Jeff well enough to devote your life to hi-

"Yes, I do! I know everything about Jeff! His birthday, his favorite food, his favorite drink! I KNOW EVERYTHING!"

"Girl, that's literally just the basics. Anyone can find out his birthday through a google search. He's been at this mansion for years now. Of course, a few of you would figure out what he likes to eat and drink. But he's the kicker, you know nothing about his personal life."

"Yes I do you bitch!" Nina argues.

"Really now? Alright then, how did he get those scars on his face?"

"He did those himself after being lit on fire!"

"Lit on fire...by who?"

"Spencer and his group of bullies! They cornered him at the party and poured bleach on him, then set him on fire!" Nina states matter of factly.

No one truly knows Jeff's origin. He kept any and all things personal from everyone. Slenderman was the only one who knew the truth, but then Eboni came along. In his eyes, she's worthy enough to know why he became this version of Jeffery Mason. Eboni shakes her head, glancing back at Jeff. EJ had given him a glass of water and two pills to help drown out the drugs in his system. The smiling killer looks at his girl, nodding his head- giving her the say so to spill the beans.

"....did you happen to read Jeff's story on some random subreddit?"

Nina tenses, eyes widening. "... it wasn't a random subreddit!"

"Right right, sure - I read that story, too. Interesting read if you ask me, but there were too many plot holes in that story. I knew it wasn't real. So, instead of believing the first thing I read, I did a bit of digging. I'm no hacker, but I found a few more details about Jeff the Killer. Did you know he was locked away in a mental institution? The same one as Toby, in fact. Did you know there was never a party? No, the party would've just been him with his little brother and a bit of Jack Daniel's. But Jeff was jumped by gang members that he stole from. What was stolen, a knife since his was taken by the principal. Also, Jeff's skin has always been this ghostly. Why? He has albanism. I'm sure you're smart enough to at least know what that is. If not- you know how to function google. Jeff DID NOT carve his own face. Jeff WAS NOT set on fire by Spencer, but by the same gang member that craved his face - and it wasn't bleach that he used. It was the alcohol Jeff had on him. Also... I should point out that Jeff doesn't have blue eyes - clearly, you know that. And he has his eyelids."

Nina is taken aback by this information as well as all of the proxies, including BEN & EJ. "N...no...that's not true! None of that was online!"

"No shit. The town kept all trances of Jeff strictly classified. The only information I came across besides that subreddit was information on his time at the mental institution. Everything else, he told me. He trusts me. So not only did you fuck up your face over a fake origin story, but you also threw your perfect life out the window." Eboni grins, walking closer to Nina.

"No..N-No my life was hell! I hated it!"

"Be-fucking-for real Nina. I did a bit of research on you as well. Nina Hopkins, a girl with a bright future destroyed by an obsession over the notorious serial killer, Jeff the killer. Nina had loving friends, popular at school, a loving family with two actively involved parents and a cute little brother. But suddenly, all of that changed after a few years of Jeff's debut. You still loved your life, your friends, and your family- but your obsession was stronger. So you finally decided to only love Jeff, to look like Jeff - to be like Jeff - to become Jeff. So you read that subreddit one more time. You destroyed your face, rushed to the hospital, and returned home afterward to finish the job. Then you killed your family and went on to kill your closest friends. How did detectives figure out your motives? The only tab left open on your internet browser was that wack ass subreddit. So Nina, still think Jeff could fall for a gullible, naive, waste of space like you?"

Nina, at this point, is a sobbing mess, cheeks red from embarrassment. None knew Nina's story, either, only her weird obsession for Jeff. The only two that knew Nina's story were Jane & Clockwork. Those two have been in the background, watching this whole time. They both share a look and move closer to be near Nina to comfort her.

"You never stood a chance. What were you saying before? That you're prettier than me? Better than me? The delusion is so deep with you, huh? Also, I should point out that the one thing I have that you never will is -" Eboni motions to her skin littered in white splotches that Jeff always found unique & alluring, "a little melanin."

Nina shakes her head, falling to her knees as she looks at Jeff - crawling towards him. "Please...Jeff please...j-just be with me! Love me!"

Eboni rolls her eyes, moving in front of Jeff. "Such a pick me girl." She laughs, moving onto her knees and pressing her cheek against Jeff's crotch. "Do I need to suck him off in front of you for you to finally get it? Do you need to hear him moan my name while fucking my mouth raw for you to understand? Do you need to witness him cumming down my throat for it to become clear to you that Jeff is mine? He wouldn't mind putting on a show for not only you, but everyone here." Eboni looks up at the killer with doe eyes & a playful pout. "Right daddy?"

Jeff instantly gets hard. The pills EJ gave him kicking in - and the water sobering him up just a bit. He grips her hair, pulling her in closer to his boner. "Hell yeah, princess."

Jane & Clocker reach Nina, picking up the girl and drags her away- glaring daggers at the two. Eboni and Jeff only grin in return. There is nothing better than mentally destroying someone. A beating just wouldn't be enough with Nina. She'd enjoy it for the soul fact Eboni would be sent back to the white room. Unfortunately for Nina, Eboni knew better than to unleash her rage like she did with Taylor.

Eboni & Jeff are now in their own world, Jeff undoing his zipper and about to whip it out- but Kate quickly steps in. "Take those indecent actions to a more private location. The events of tonight will be reported to Slenderman. Nina will be punished for her actions. So leave."

Jeff scoffs, about to tell Kate off, but Eboni stands- grabbing his hand and dragging him away. Eboni carefully drags Jeff up the stores to his room. She opens the door, smile dog still downstairs with Sally & Laughing Jack. She pulls him in, closing the door, and locks it behind herself. Eboni gently pushes Jeff against his bedroom door, showering him in kisses.

"Damn princess...you destroyed that bitch..."

"Mhm, she won't bother us anymore, I'm sure of it." She grins, dropping to her knees again.

"A..Are you..sure you wanna -"

"I've been aching for a taste....please Jeff." She begs, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

The smiling killer chuckles, grabbing the back of her head, and forces her forward. "That punishment...really fucked with you huh?"

Eboni answers by undoing the rest of his zipper with her teeth and pulls his boxers down just enough for his length to slap her on her cheek. Eboni raises her hand to try and wrap around his shaft, but Jeff stops her, looking down at her with that same lopsided smirk as before.

"No hands. Show just how much you've been aching for this. If I see your hands anywhere else but on your lap or my thighs, I'm punishing you again. Understand princess?"

"Yes, Daddy..." she whispers breathlessly.

"Good girl, now get to work. It ain't gonna suck itself."

Eboni waste no time taking in as much of his length into her mouth as she can. Jeff's breathing hitches, his smile stretching. "Oh come on, princess, you can do better than that - ooohhhhh fuck~ there you gooo!" He moans loudly after shoving her head further down his shaft.

The girl gags, eyes beginning to water as he continues to slame his tip at the back of her throat. The feeling of her throat constructing with each gag sends the killer into a groaning, slurring mess of words.

"Yeah...oh fuck yes~ shit Eboni...keep working that tongue. You're doing soooo good!"

Eboni would rub her tongue against his urethral opening & the scrotum in between his rough thrusts. A few times, Jeff would yank her hair back, forcing her to only focus on his tip and making her lick against the bulging veins aligning his shaft. The image of her drool slipping down her chin, the rosy tent along her cheeks, the high look in her eyes when he'd shove himself down her throat, the moans and whines slipping her lips when he'd pull himself out completely. All of these factors are bringing him further and further towards the edge.

He heaves, chest rising and falling rapidly. "Gonna....oh fuck you're gonna make me cum- that's what you want huh? Poor little kitty's been dying for a drink."

Eboni response with a long moan, sticking her tongue out for snick a lick of his scrotum - hollowing out her cheeks. The sudden vibrations from her moan, the tightness of her throat, and the lick to his balls to enough to make him crumble against his door- using both hands to keep her head still as he fills her mouth with his release.

"Swallow it! Take it all... yeah, drink it down - fuuuuuuuuuck! Eboni~"

Eboni drinks every last drop, still sucking whatever may be left out of him. Jeff shudders, quickly pulling her away once he feels her sucking to aggressively. He yanks her up by her hair, forcing her mouth open. He grins, catching a bit of cum rolling down her chin with his fingers- forcing them in her mouth.

"That was so good, princess. You did so fucking good. Now, let's start a party of our o-"

Jeff pauses, pulls his fingers out, and covers his mouth. He sidesteps Eboni, rushing to his bathroom as best as he can - trying not to stumble. He forces the door open and drops in front of the toilet. He lifts the sit and vomits.

Eboni shakes herself out of her dickmatized state and rushes to his aid. She pulls his hair back, rubbing soothing circles against his back. He lifts his head up to speak but throws it down to puke some more. Once he feels everything came up, he slowly lifts his head, looking at his girl.

"....what a way to kill the mood..huh?"

Eboni shakes her head, helping him stand. She lowers the toilet sit & lid, flushing the contents down. "No....I got what I wanted. So how about a shower and... some mouth wash." She giggles.

Jeff hums, stumbling to his sink and brushes his teeth as best as he can while Eboni prepares a bath, thinking it'll be safer than a shower. Once both are naked, they step into the tub, Jeff in the middle and laying against Eboni. She showers him with gentle kisses while gently washing him. Jeff offers to do that same, but she refuses due to his still drunken state. Once clean, they step out, Eboni drying Jeff off then herself. She guides him to his bed, helping him in some boxers. She dresses in one of his t-shirts and climbs into bed with him after quickly brushing her teeth.

Jeff moves to once again lay his head against Eboni's chest, quickly slipping into slumber thanks to the feeling of Eboni massaging his scalp. This is where Jeff believes he belongs. Nina never stood a chance against Eboni.

This is Jeff's safe place, his home. Right in Eboni's arms.

[exorcqism]

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

„𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓”

: ̗̀➛ 18+ CONTENT!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, light sex, little degrading, not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 728

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; i’m not finna make this too long cuz ngl im tired. another story gone be out later type shit. reblog to support meeeee and if you want more :D

“get over here,” sukuna boomed as he lay faced down on the bed. you rolled your eyes at him. you didn’t understand your relationship dynamic. the curse had you going around the house, working you like a dog. he even declared that you’d be working for him.

you cooked his meals, you ran his bath water, you did everything. hell, he even made you clean him. today, you were giving him a massage. you mentally roll your eyes and get onto the bed.

“and don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing. put some force into it and stop acting like a timid slut.” sukuna continued, closing his eyes and making himself comfortable. your eyebrows furrowed. this was your chance to make him feel some pain.

your hands pressed down onto his back, making sure he’d groan out of discomfort. sukuna opened an eye and glanced back at you.

“i said act like you know what you’re doing, not make my back hurt even more.” he rolled his four eyes at you before closing them again. “if you wanna feel pain, i can show it to you.”

his voice was raspy like he had just woken up from a nap. you knew what he meant by that. though his threats of killing you made you a bit nervous, he wasn’t going to do that.

he didn’t wanna lose his pretty little servant.

you continued to massage him in your rough ways, not really caring what sukuna would do to you. in one swift moment, he took you and pulled you down so he was on top of you. you could feel his sharp nails digging into your skin, drawing a bit of blood.

“maybe you want me to hurt you. is that it? a pathetic human like you would like that.” ryomen smirked. you sucked on your bottom lip when you saw his member peeking out from his pants. you pondered your ideas.

let sukuna raw dog you or attempt to stop him and take another scolding from him. you really didn’t feel like hearing him yelling at you.

you went to help him remove his pants but he stopped you. he removed your pants and slipped his hand down into your black panties that you got from victoria’s secret. he pushed them to the side and began rimming you with his index finger.

“should i go slow or should i make it hurt, just like you want?” sukuna asked before kissing you on the lips. as he did, he sucked on your lip, gently biting down on it. instead of letting you choose your own fate, he jammed his fingers down into you deeply, plunging into your pool of fluids. you gasped, feeling his sharp nails graze your skin.

as if you moaning and moving your hips to feel his digits weren’t enough for him, he took his fingers out and put his weight down on top of you. he’d take his length from his boxers and push it into you. you could hear the squishing noises over your pleasured sighs.

your moans were loud but sukuna wanted you to scream for him. he started thrusting harder and faster into you, that squelching sound between your legs getting louder. even the sound of his skin making contact with yours was overpowering you.

ryomen was turning you into a pretzel. your legs were behind your head and he was ripping orgasm after orgasm from you. he had a tight grip on your throat that was preventing you from looking in any other direction.

you had a wet spot underneath you to mark your past orgasms during your moment together. the second you looked down, sukuna would push your head back up and backhand you.

“i didn’t do this just for you to be scared and look away from me. now face me and make a mess for me. i know you can.” the curse said, putting his fingers into your mouth so you could taste the pleasure you were drowned in.

unexpectedly, you made your third and final mess for sukuna. you were exhausted after all the force he was putting into you, making your body move in ways that you couldn’t even comprehend on your own.

“good job,” ryomen smirked at you, “maybe i’ll give you a break for being such a good girl for me.”

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 9 - Bite

@jegulus-microfic March 9 Word count 738

Previous part First part

Cw - Cuts mentioned no blood

Regulus apparated into the clearing and was immediately surrounded by werewolves. They moved in closer, blocking his path. 

“What are you doing, little wizard?” One particularly unkempt-looking wolf snarled. 

“I’m here on the Dark Lord’s orders,” Regulus said, keeping his tone even and low. 

“Ooo, the Dark Lord’s orders.” The same wolf sneered. “Can’t let him down now, can you? Shame we don’t really care about that.” 

Regulus realised just how close they had gotten when he could smell the putrid stench of rotting flesh coming from the mouth of the one speaking. 

“The Dark Lord has requested the services of Remus Lupin. I am to take him back to Grimmauld Place until we have succeeded with our task.” Regulus’s fingers twitched against his wand as he decided whether or not to draw it. He took it out of his pocket. 

“Ooo. And what do you think you’re going to do with that little wizard?” The wolf singsonged as the pack drew closer still.

Regulus felt a bead of sweat drip down his neck. He was scared, but he would never admit it to these wolves. They’d tear him apart if they knew. So he kept his emotionless mask firmly in place. 

A movement behind the ring of wolves caught his eye. Remus had appeared from behind the tree line. He had cuts all down his arms and face. Regulus assumed they probably covered most of his body. As he moved closer, Regulus spotted a peppering of bruises across his face and skin in varying shades of blues and purples. The pack had retaliated last night when they found out that Sirius was alive. Though, Regulus couldn’t fathom how they thought Remus had anything to do with it. 

“What are you doing here, Black?” Remus’s voice was quiet but still carried around the clearing. Before he could answer, Fenrir appeared. He placed a possessive hand on the back of Remus’s neck, squeezing hard, his fingernails digging in. Remus stilled, his body tense at the touch. Regulus had to do everything in his power not to recoil as he watched Fenrir’s nails, which were basically claws, break the skin on Remus’s neck. 

“Now, now, my children. Lord Black is our guest. Play nice.” The circle backed away slowly, allowing Regulus to breathe. 

Fenrir still had not released Remus’s neck. 

“The Dark Lord has requested that I retrieve Remus Lupin to help track down and kill Sirius Black.” He watched as Remus’s eyes widened slightly before turning dead. 

“You hear that, my sweet boy? The Dark Lord needs you.” He pulled Remus in close, forcing his head to bend before him. “Do not let me down again, my son,” Fenrir growled into Remus’s ear. 

“Yes,” Remus growled back. Fenrir shoved Remus in Regulus’s direction. 

“Oh, you might want this if you’re going back into their world.” Fenrir pulled a wand from inside his jacket and tossed it at Remus’s feet. Remus stooped to snatch it up before one of the other wolves could get hold of it. 

Remus made his way over to Regulus, the wolves parting to allow him through. Regulus ignores him and addresses Fenrir. 

“I will return him once our mission is complete.” And with that, he grabbed Remus’s arm and disapparated.    

When they got into Grimmauld Place, Remus looked forward down the hall, not looking at Regulus at all. 

“I need a pillow.” He said calmly. 

“What?” Regulus answered, confused by the strange request. 

“A pillow or a cushion. Something soft.” Regulus nipped into the sitting room next to them and passed Remus one of the emerald velvet cushions. “Thank you,” Remus said politely before burying his face in the soft material and screaming as loudly as he could. 

Regulus watched as Remus broke down. The veins in his neck stood out as he continued screaming. 

Regulus could now see how bad his injuries were. There were cuts, but interlaced between them were human bite marks. 

“I need a shower and some clean clothes.” Remus croaked once he was finished yelling and thrust the pillow back into Regulus’s hands. 

Regulus showed him where to go and laid out some of his clothes on the bed for Remus that James had given to Lily to bring to Rosier House. 

He hurried out of the room to give Remus his privacy and went down to the kitchen to attempt to prepare some food for his skinny house guest.  

Next part

[steve0discusses]

Ep 45 Part 2: I, Again, Did Not Expect Ryou

The revolving door of characters wandering into this boss arena continues, and this time it’s Pharaoh who is trying to catch up to the plot with the dead woman on the ground, the giant tablet to the side, and Seto who is cackling to himself in a corner.

And Seto does a big ol laugh and it’s been a while since we got a villainous laugh out of Seto. Been a LONG TIME. Probably felt great for this voice actor to go back to his roots.

(read more under the cut)

Y’all.

It’s been a while I’ve been doing this blog, right? And I take it slow, especially right now with chronic fatigue stuff, but MAN I really thought we’d be dueling SETO. Not Aknadin in a Seto Bean! That’s a different guy!

Yugioh! That’s a completely different guy!

And there’s time for the big showdown between Pharaoh and Seto to actually happen. But trying to write it so we no longer develop this rivalry between Seto and Pharaoh feels like...they had to do that because Seto became a friend maybe kind of unintentionally.

It still works, they haven’t lied to us, I just...I have mixed feelings about it.

Mimicking Blue Eyes in Season 1 and Season Zero, this dragon will not work for you if you are not Seto Kaiba. Or Yugi. She’ll sometimes allow Yugi to play her in his deck. But definately not Seto Imposters. And like that, Aknadin is dead by his own hubris.

Hubris be killing a lot of billionaires lately, amiright? Yugioh just leaning into my love of killing billionaire gentry with hubris.

This romantic moment somewhat ruined by the animation team refusing to draw fingers and always keeping everyone’s hands clenched like they’re gonna furiously poop.

Yami watches as Seto recreates the vision that Kaiba had seen several years prior on the blimp. And Yami I’m sure felt entirely 3rd wheel. But he’s used that. He lives in Yugi’s bean. He probably thinks 3rd wheel is normal and how everyone feels all the time.

And then THIS HAPPENS.

Seto decides he’s had enough of watching behind a pillar, and now that everyone is dead and sobbing he should go out and harass Yugi. Youknow, at this funeral. The funeral of his beloved from like a previous life or whatever. Seto is kind over it and for once he is the one that needs a ride home.

And he’s like “hey so...I noticed that guy looks like me”

And then, when you think “well I guess Seto joins the party?” they just start screaming at eachother, within earshot of Seto, within earshot of the dead dragon card, within the earshot of like the entire world.

Remember that no one can actually see Seto but Pharaoh, which makes it even more funny.

Bakura segue’s us back to Yugi and his cursed friends, where he’s trying his best to explain the logic of cursing your classmates with dark magic so you can go on playdates.

The idea that you go through all the trouble to curse people into liking you, but the puzzle itself is made of dark magic, so it finds the most terrifying people to make your friend, is funny to me although it is completely my headcanon.

Anyway, get ready for the still my computer caught for this next one.

(it’s “surprise” but eh I don’t feel like fixing it at this point.)

It DOES look like Tristan is doing a weird cross punch, he’s actually tossing both of them and his hands over extended to the other side, which is a thing we do in animation, we go past the point you intend to go so it looks more fluid--but it does make the tweens funny.

The floor gives way and creates scales made out of the eyes.

Will Yugi leap from his scale and send his friends to purple doom, or will he find Pharaoh’s name and save the world?

which like, wouldn’t be a good episode of Yugioh unless multiple people were asking to die, and Joey nailed it in the most Brooklyn way this Japanese boy knows how.

And so Bakura was like “never mind.” which I guess was an option in the footnotes that only he could read.

Not shown is a hard to cap animation where Yugi leapt from his edge of the scales and just clung to Joey’s waist and Joey was like “gotta hang on to your friends, right Yuge?” And Yugi was like “Does that mean you forgive me already? Or are you being sarcastic right now?”

Inside of the room is this.

I LOVE the outline tool in photoshop. Good stuff. I LOVE it. and so does this animation team. Outlined the HELL out of those birds.

They leave the name zone room, with no idea at all how to say Pharaoh’s name. Where, they ran straight into Tristan and decided enough was enough, it’s time to have a chat. Because no, they haven’t figured it out.

You may be asking “so where did Tristan go?”

I DON’T KNOW.

He’s probably not fine. But um. No idea where Tristan went.

Also, guess who we haven’t seen in like 20 episodes since Seto stepped over his prone body on the steps?

Ryou! Little Ryou is back!

This guy who we...thought was a good guy? Anyway he’s off to literally kill Yugi, just like he’s want to do.

Straight up...I can’t fully predict Ryou, mostly because we rarely ever see the kid, but damn, he sure did wake up just ready to do a murder today, didn’t he?

And yes, this does mean that Ryou was pretending to be Bakura pretending to be Tristan, just so we the audience could get a fun triple reveal in this episode.

For some damn reason Ryou brought a duel disk to ancient Egypt. So we WILL get actual proper cards. And by proper cards, I mean Yugioh TV show cards, which line up not at all with the actual card game. Can’t wait to spell FINAL and then die.

Anyway, here’s the link to read these in chrono order.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

We are quickly running out of people in this season to kill, but we still got a few of Pharoah’s ancient friends left, and as for who dies next episode? My bet is on...Isis. Sorry Isis, I know you got a cool hat and you’re the token girl but, she’s super dead next right?

[fullofbees]

1 John 2:16

Mammon insists on you entertaining him when he's bored, so you make sure it's a night his skin will never forget.

CW: Smut, Domme!Reader, Sub!Mammon, Masochist Mammon, Impact Play (Riding Crop), Mild Cock-and-Ball Torture, Handjobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Vibrators, Prostate Milking

Word Count: 3, 528

»»----------► Reader is Gender Neutral

Mammon bursts through the door to your bedroom, the force causing the door to smack loudly as it swings into the wall. His sudden presence startles you, muscles tensing as you clutch the newest TSL manga to your chest. 

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, can’t you knock?!”

He ignores your question, collapsing onto your bed. Lying on his back, he sprawls out, legs dangling off the side of the bed. 

“I’m so boooored. Everyone in this house is borin’!”

You sigh, placing a bookmark between the pages, knowing Levi would kill you for dog-earing his precious manga. “I suppose you want me to entertain you?”

“Of course! A human like you should feel honored at the chance to entertain the Great Mammon,” he boasts, turning on his side to face you. His familiar smile teases you, daring you to take the bait and play.

Setting the manga on your nightstand, your eyebrow raises as you try to figure out his intentions. Sure, Mammon could truly be bored and just wants your company. He could also be trying to lure you into another money-making scheme. You must tread carefully, as you don’t want to end your evening being scolded by Lucifer. 

“And just how am I supposed to entertain you?”

He shrugs, fingers drumming along your comforter, “I hadn’t thought that far ahead…”

You chuckle, leaning forward to ruffle his hair, “You never do.”

He hums contentedly as his head angles towards your hand. Gently, you continue to run your fingers through his hair, nails gliding across his scalp. 

In the privacy of your room, Mammon doesn’t reject your affection. When not having to worry about his brother’s teasing, his tsundere act quickly disappears. It used to irritate you to no end, constantly making you question how he actually felt toward you. It seems so obvious now. 

You don’t really mind sharing the majority of your sentiment privately, much to Asmodeus’s exhibitionist chagrin. There are just some parts of yourself you only feel comfortable sharing one-on-one. Each brother seems to draw out a different side when you’re alone with them. Mammon certainly draws out a more doting and nurturing side of you; a side the greedy demon probably wants to keep all for himself. Truthfully though, you want to keep it just for him too. Taking care of him just comes naturally.

“How about a card game?” You ask.

“But games are borin’ without stakes,” he grumbles.

“Then why don’t we bet?” 

Mammon’s eyes light up as he hurriedly sits upright, “Hell yeah! Now you’re speakin’ my kinda language!” His expression falters then. “I don’t have any Grimm though…”

Returning to your nightstand, you open its drawer and retrieve a pack of plain playing cards. “That’s okay, I don’t want to bet Grimm anyways.” You open the pack, dumping the cards into your hand. “What would you like if you win, Mammon?”

As you begin shuffling, Mammon grows silent as he internally debates. By the time he speaks up, you’ve already dealt seven cards to both of you, leaving the rest stacked in the middle.

“Next week I have a modelin’ shoot, and you’re comin’ with me! Then we’ll get dinner and go on a walk through town…” 

“Like on a date?” 

Mammon pauses, heat rushing to his cheeks, “Yeah… when I win, we’re going on a date.”

You smile, biting your lip as you resist the urge to fling yourself into his arms and gush about how cute he is. Mammon smiles to himself as he picks up the cards and begins to rearrange them. Winning your attention by any means was ultimately more satisfying than just asking. Earning dates made him feel like he truly deserved you.

“Well, when I win, I get to do anything I want to you,” you state matter-of-factly. 

The cards fumble in his hands, “What does that mean!?”

Giggling, you pick up your own cards, “Throw the game and find out.”

… 

This was the most intense game of Uno you have ever experienced. You were down to your last card, one move away from winning. Mammon holds a green five and a wild card. You had gone back and forth with green for the last few cards, so there is a possibility your last card could be green too. In that case, Mammon could play the wild card and change the color, but what if you have been bluffing, and he picks the color you need?

He is fidgeting, repeatedly wiping his hands on his jeans to remove the sweat, running his hands through his hair, and twisting the rings on his fingers. You, however, were amused as you watched his struggle. 

Underneath his strategizing thoughts, two feelings warred inside Mammon; his insatiable greed that demanded he claim victory versus the temptation of finding out what you wanted to do to him. What were you hiding? What could you not ask him outright? His body felt hot under your gaze, the battle between two demon instincts driving him toward absolute delirium. Each successful round only adds fuel to the fire. 

“Mammon, baby, it’s your turn still,” You remind, purposely lowering your voice into a gentle timbre. 

The soft cadence short-circuits his brain. Memories of that voice begin flooding his mind. You, calming him down after fights with Lucifer. Asking him if he’s eaten, if he's been sleeping alright, does he need help with homework. Your mouth pressed against his ear, whispering praises as your hand pumps his cock-

“I… uh,” he swallows thickly, haphazardly placing his wild card on the pile, “Red.”

Eyes shift between the card in your hand and Mammon’s flushed face. You watch as Mammon continues to shift restlessly. Countless sexual fantasies flash through his mind, each one more tempting than the last. They all end the same, though; he eagerly allows you to use him. He accepts each slap, hit, and bite with glee. You make him hurt in all the ways he likes. 

“You didn’t say Uno.” 

The sentence barely registers in his mind. He only has himself to blame, really, for getting so wound up over your voice. He wants to laugh at his pathetic state, because how else would you describe a demon who becomes aroused at a voice? No laughter escapes him though, he’s afraid of the sound he’ll make if he tries. 

“You have to pick up two cards if you don’t call Uno.”

“Right…” He mumbles.

His hand shakes as he reaches for the stack of cards, sliding two from the top into his hand. He feels depraved for the heat swimming under his skin, desperately trying to cool down by tugging the neckline of his shirt forward. 

You are not oblivious to his discomfort. Mammon’s poker face is incredible, an obvious trait one would expect the Avatar of Greed to have. However, he’s done little to conceal the hard-on tenting his jeans. 

There is plenty more coming his way, so you set your final card down - a red eight.

Mammon gently sets his cards down on the bed, accepting defeat. He didn’t like losing, downright despised it in fact, but his desires have never made him act right. 

You have never made him act right. 

Gathering up the cards, you file them back into a neat stack and tuck them back into the box. After dropping the cards back into the nightstand, you scoot down your mattress until you're sitting in front of Mammon. He refuses to meet your gaze, trying to keep what little self-control he has.

“You know, I was going to cash in my victory this weekend,” you whisper, placing your hands against his abdominals. You slowly trail your right hand down, pulling it away before it reaches his crotch. Mammon whines at your teasing, then he hisses as your hand finally meets his clothed cock, squeezing as hard as you can manage.

“But it looks like you can’t wait, can you baby?” You taunt with a small chuckle. When he doesn’t answer, your left-hand travels up to his nipple, giving it a harsh tug.

“Ungh! Treasure, please!” Mammon cries.

“I don’t know who that is,” You warn with another twist to his nipple, “What’s my name?”

Between labored puffs of breath, he manages to stammer out, “Y-Your Majesty…”

Mammon collapses into you when your hands abandon his body. Resting his head on your shoulder, his hands come to fiercely cling to your waist. You grant him a few moments to catch his breath, running your knuckles along his spine as you coo, “Good boy,” to him.

Once he seems to be a little more stable, you push him, by his shoulders, away from your body. “What’s your color, babe?”

“Green,” he rushes out, “Please, give me more?” 

You smile and kiss him on his precious forehead before standing up, “Go ahead and strip for me. Everything.”

As you start to remove your pants, Mammon rises from the bed and begins to remove his shirt. You pause, watching with rapture how his body moves.

Like his brothers, Mammon seldom talks about his former life as an angel. He’s been in the Devildom for centuries now, but traces of his ophanim status still linger. He is slow and graceful, lithe muscle flexing as he brings the shirt over his head. Between his tantalizing tapered waist and well-defined chest, he is no less than statuesque. Though his hair is white like fresh-fallen snow, Mammon’s skin is an empyrean sienna; it’s as if their Father carved him from the Earth himself, intending to make a breathtaking reflection of the human world. 

For you, he is your home made tangible. You make a mental note to tell him so later.

Forcing yourself back on track, you quickly remove your shirt, tossing it onto the growing pile of laundry. Your pants and underwear come off together in one swift movement, bra soon following. 

You find Mammon patiently waiting before you, hands behind his back as you’ve instructed many times before. He is looking at the floor, but you can tell he’s blushing by the red glow that spreads down his chest and up to his ears. Though he may be feeling demure, his cock stands proud against his stomach, the swollen tip already shiny with his pre-cum. He’s too damn adorable.

Grabbing the edge of the bed’s comforter, you fold it in half horizontally, clearing the half of the mattress you intend to use. Taking hold of the pillow next, you drag it halfway down from its original spot. It too is folded in half after a thorough fluffing.  

“Okay sweetheart, I want you to lie face down with your hips on the pillow.” 

You hold the pillow steady as Mammon takes his place. With one knee propped on the mattress, he carefully balances his body the rest of the way. Once his chest meets the fabric of the sheets, he stretches himself out, hips wiggling as he gets comfortable. He crosses his arms in front of him, resting his face in the crook of his elbow. 

The pillow creates the effect you want; Mammon’s back deliciously bowed with his ass on full display. You nearly jump and squeal, positively hysterical over how helpless he looks. Still, you reign in the butterflies in your stomach, knowing a break in your composure could frighten him out of the scene. 

Instead, you tousle his hair, combing through the locks with your nails. Mammon practically purrs.

“Such a good boy for me. Looking so pretty for me too, you are just darling like this,” you coo, dragging your nails gently down his back. 

Mammon visibly melts further into his position, relaxing under your touch. 

“I’m going to make you feel good, would you like that baby?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he whines.

Hiding under your bed is a plastic container, filled with not-so-random gifts from Asmodeus. Using your foot, you pull the container into the light. Various toys, ropes, lubes, creams, and furry accouterments greet you. Bending down, you grab the one toy that has captivated your dreams since you saw it; a black leather riding crop.

You test the crop’s movement in your right hand, getting used to its bouncing feel. Once satisfied, you rest your other hand on Mammon’s back, steadying both of you at the same time. 

His muscles tense when you first drag the crop’s leather tongue delicately across the back of his thigh. You chuckle quietly.

“You already know what this is, don’t you?” You ask, running the crop up his other thigh. Before he even has a chance to reply, you pull the crop back to deliver a mild slap to his skin.

Though you imagine the hit wasn’t painful, he is a demon after all, Mammon still twitches. Perhaps the mere anticipation is getting to him. 

“It’s a c-crop, Your Majesty.”

“Good boy, you are correct. Remember your safe word?” 

Mammon grumbles, “Philanthropy.”

You giggle, remember how you teased him about the safeword needing to be ‘something he never usually thought about.’

Raising the crop again, you meet his flesh with a harsher slap. The ‘ smack ’ seems to echo in your ears, followed by Mammon’s guttural groan. You deliver another hit, this time to the center of his right cheek. His head drops to the mattress, fingers digging into the sheets.

“Another, please…” He whimpers.

“Such a little pain slut,” you tsk , treating the second cheek to the same treatment. 

Mammon hisses, though you swear it sounds like him saying, “Yessssssssss…”

A smack to where his ass and thigh meet. “The Great and Powerful Mammon reduced to a mumbling mess, how piteous.”

His hips jerk against the pillow. Curious, you glance between his legs, finding his cock practically dripping his arousal. You’ll need to buy a new pillow case; that fact earns him another snap of the crop.

A wicked idea pops into your mind. 

Biting your lip, you begin running the crop’s tongue up and down the length of Mammon’s cock. On instinct, his thighs press together, hips canting up as if to move away from the sensation. You don’t remember giving him permission to move.

The hand on his back now weaves into his hair, yanking his head back so you can look at him, causing the demon to yelp. Tears run down his face and his lower lip is starting to bruise from him gnawing on it.

“Spread. Your. Legs.” You growl through gritted teeth. 

You watch as Mammon winces, forcing his trembling thighs back apart. You crack the crop on the small of his back, his hips jutting forward from the pain. 

“Now stay, like a good dog.” You let his head drop harshly back to the mattress.

He turns his face back into the sheets, hiding his embarrassment at having his title demoted. Your fingers flex around the crop’s handle, readjusting your grip. You pause for a few moments, not wanting your precious demon to be able to predict the hit. 

Tempering the strength you’ve been using, a quick flick of the wrist still produces a stinging swat to his testicles. Despite Mammon’s choked shriek, his cock twitches, another bead of pre-cum oozing from the tip. You press your thighs together, the sight making heat run to your throbbing clit. He’s so fucking hot .

Sliding the crop down the silken skin again, you give another sharp slap to his tip. His blubbering sobs are muffled against the mattress. Incomplete rectangular bruises have started to form, dotting his flesh like stars. Perhaps he’s had enough.

You bend back down to the container, swapping out the crop for lube and a smaller vibrator. Tired of standing, you sit next to Mammon’s knees, setting the items down in front of you. Leaning forward, you press gentle kisses to the forming marks while your thumb massages soothing circles in his thigh. 

“You did so good, baby. I want to give you a reward. Are you okay with that?” 

Lifting his head, Mammon sniffles before nodding, “I can handle it, Your Majesty.”

“I’m glad, ‘cause you deserve it.” You grab the lube, popping open the cap and pouring a generous amount on your fingers, “Just relax and let me take care of my good boy.”

A single finger circles his hole, warming up the fluid that coats it. Every so often you teasingly dip your finger in, pushing further with each pass. His moan is low and slow as you sink the digit in, his bodily greedily taking you in until the last knuckle. You want to laugh; is there any part of him that isn’t greedy?

You slowly pump your finger in and out, the faint sticky wetness of the lube ringing in your ears. Soft huffs tumble past Mammon’s lips as he pushes his hips back into your touch. Both of you fall into a rhythm, working him closer to the edge. 

Soon you add a second finger, switching to scissoring them back and forth to open him up for your other new toy. The anal vibrator is nothing fancy, merely a thinner model covered in sleek black silicone. The base is larger and curved, meant to settle comfortably against the user, and equipped with a power button. 

Mammon’s moans crescendo as you curl your fingers inside him, stroking his prostate. His hips raise, desperate to keep your finger in place as he rocks against them, chasing his completion. It’s nice to see him like this, hopelessly fucking himself against you, not a care in his mind besides the twitching of his balls as he nears release. 

You retract from him immediately, watching with amusement how his body tenses in frustration. His hips drop back to the pillow, with whines and whimpers soon following. His hands fist his hair, indignantly pulling at the strands as if he might rip them out. 

You let him stay like that for a minute, impatient in his ruined orgasm, yet knowing he better stay quiet lest he gets to orgasm at all. He takes deep breaths, calming himself down while the pleasure he was experiencing ebbs away. While waiting, you prepare the vibrator, coating the silicone in lube. 

When he seems to have settled, you press the tip of the toy into his hole, the flesh easily giving way. The vibrator slips in without resistance, Mammon contentedly sighing at the feeling of being filled again. Truly a needy and greedy thing.

His toes curl against the sheets when you turn the vibrator on, a soft humming filling the silence as the steady onslaught of oscillation courses through him.   

“Is that better, baby?” You tease.

“Aaugh... So good! Fuck!” He gasps out. 

Hand still coated in lube, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking the silky skin. You gradually work Mammon back up to his peak; breath shuddering, thighs flexing, and hips jerking with each jolt of the vibrator against his prostate.  

Mammon murmurs something unintelligible, though he repeats himself before you have the chance to ask him to do so. 

“Pleaseletmecumthistime! ” He wails, loud enough that you’re sure the house shook. You hope Lucifer isn’t home, but the buzz from both of your D.D.D.s lets you know about the awkward group chat you’ll have after this.

Pushing that dread aside, you bring your free hand to the tip of Mammon’s cock, the pads of your fingers sweeping brutally fast circles around the head. 

“You want to cum?”

“Yesyesyesyes, pleASE… d-don’t stop!”

“Then cum.”

The demon convulses before you, his body a trembling, shuddering mess. You continue to stroke him through his orgasm, each downward movement causing a new spurt of cum to flow out. His spend pools onto your fingers and into your palm, the excess slipping through the gaps and falling to your sheets. 

The room is silent save for the faint buzzing of the vibrator and Mammon’s heaving gasps for air. You quickly tap the power button on the toy, finally letting his body have reprieve. You wait for his instruction before you dare make a move.

…

The sheets are replaced. Lucifer’s constant texts have been silenced. You and Mammon have washed up and the demon now lies amongst your blankets and stuffed animals, patiently waiting as you put on a pair of pajamas.

When you climb into bed next to him, Mammon quickly lies his head on your chest, nestling his face between your breasts. You pull the covers over him, happy to succumb to the cocoon of warmth.

“How are you feeling, baby?” You ask, carding your fingers through his hair.

“‘M good,” he sighs, “But ’m confused?”

You pause your movement as he looks up at you.

“Why did ya make me draw two if ya were just gonna win?”

“Are you serious, Mammon?”

…

A week later you again pull the crop from underneath your bed. After hearing about your rousing success, Asmodeus wanted to know the brand (claiming he forgot after he purchased it for you). A tag hangs from the handle. Steadying it between your fingers, you begin looking for a brand name. 

A special crop made just for demons! Magically enhanced; even the toughest lovers can feel your wrath ;)

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“Lady Furina, the arranged guest has arrived,” says Clorinde.

“Ah,” the hydro archon smiles, resting her chin on her hands as her elbows lean on the tabletop, “let them in. Leave us, please.”

“Of course.”

Clorinde leaves, the door almost shutting on themselves before a woman steps in between them. The woman wore a mask. She stared with piercing red eyes, dressed in a suit of Snezhnayan snow white.

Furina’s eyes widened in shock. Goosebumps race down the archon’s legs and she shoots to her feet, scrambling away from the guest.

“Wh- wait! Please! Don’t hurt me! Please!”

The woman slowly continues walking forward, air freezing in her wake.

“Arlecchino! Don’t kill me-! St- stay back!”

Furina was shaking as her knees buckled with fright.

Arlecchino finally speaks, “you pressed charges against my children, Lady Furina.”

“I- I-”

“How do you think my children felt?”

“I’m sorry,” Furina’s voice was a fearful squeak.

“How do you think their Father felt?”

“They- they were cleared of all charges, though!”

“They have been, yes, but you’re far from it.”

“Wh- what do you mean?”

“You’re an adult, fighting with my children. How about you fight me, a suitable opponent?”

“I- I can’t do that,” but Furina knows who can, “Chlorin-!”

In a flash of crimson frost, Arlecchino rushes forward, clamping her hand over Furina’s mouth, “you gave my children no aid, therefore you will also have none.”

Furina’s voice was barely audible, reduced to a whimper, “what are you going to do to me…?”

“I’ve thought about it. I spared your life once, so killing you now will have made it fruitless.”

“Please…I’m begging you…don’t hurt me…”

“Oh, it’s going to hurt, but your friend outside is going to hear how much fun you’re having.”

“Please have mercy- I’m sorry! I’m-!”

Arlecchino slides her hand down Furina’s exposed thighs; her nails gliding over the army of goosebumps on the archon’s skin. Furina’s breath gets caught in her throat as she tries to call out for Chlorinde, but Arlecchino uses her hand to muffle any pleas. Furina’s body freezes in shock and fear.

“I haven’t even hurt you yet. I’m just testing the waters, so to speak.”

Furina looks up at the chandelier on the ceiling, eyebrows knitting together as her teeth clench.

Arlecchino’s fingers slide in between Furina’s legs, pinching her inner thighs.

Furina let out a pained whine through her giggles, “let me go- agh- hehehe- stop! I said I’m sorry!”

“I’m not.”

Arlecchino squeezes up and down Furina’s thighs as the archon squeaks. Furina’s body shakes as she tries to hold in her laughter. The squeezing was effective in itself, but Arlecchino’s nails added an agonizing sensation to it all. It was unbearable.

“Stop-! Please, it hurts- hahahahaha!”

“I’ve already spared you once.”

“Anything but this- please! Hahahaha!”

Furina squeaks with pain between her laughter. Arlecchino smirks down at the archon’s suffering. Doing this costs barely any effort at all, yet it works so well…how convenient.

Arlecchino suddenly teases Furina’s knees.

Furina lets out a loud screech and Chlorinde bursts into the room, drawing her sword.

Arlecchino backs away, walking out of the room without acknowledging either of the two any further.

Furina is left in the presence of a confused and on-guard Chlorinde.

“What happened, Lady Furina?”

“Aha…haha…we were just…resolving the past.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes…” Furina sighs, sitting down in her chair behind her desk to hide her red thighs and knees, “I’m fine.”

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Spectres of Patience (WIP)

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Vanessa Farwick [OC]

This is just to see if anyone is interested. May change some things because it isn’t heading where I initially planned, but I wouldn’t be against continuing it as is. I’d probably need to change the name tho, it fit the original plan a little better lol. Simon ended up more frustrated than he was before I started writing.

Warnings: 18+, sub!Simon, restraints, Dom/sub dynamics, mostly just foreplay so far with plans for full smut, discussions of sex

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“This was meant to be for you.”

The corner of her mouth curls up a bit. “This is for me.” The tips of her fingers trace back down his neck and shoulder, barely touching.

He fights the urge to raise his shoulders against the ticklish sensation. “No, it’s fucking teasing, is what it is. Should’ve known you’d be ignoring me once you got the rope out.”

“I’m doing exactly what you suggested,” she assured him, blunt nails dragging lightly down his chest, awakening faint trails of heat across his skin. “I’m being selfish.”

His gaze rose to the ceiling as he huffed, holding onto his frustration even as her continuous, featherlight touches threatened to carry it away. “I’m serious,” he insisted. “Thought you’d be making use of me by now.” He was naked, securely tied to the bed, and more than ready to go. “If you won’t let me focus on you, should at least focus on yourself, yeah?”

“You think I’m not?” She seemed amused as she gazed at him, toying with him just as gently as she was touching him. “There’s pleasure in pleasing, Simon. Figured you knew that already.”

“Fuck off,” he grunted, one of her nails nearly grazing a nipple as it passed, “you know what I mean.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure that I do.” She was back to just using her fingertips again, this time actually brushing across the nipple and making him grind his teeth. “This can’t just be for me, then?” Her touch tickled down his side and back up through the coarse hair on his chest, raising goosebumps and making tension quiver along every nerve, before dipping lower, slowly tracing the trail below his navel.

Her whole body leaned just a little further against him, her mouth close enough to kiss if he were to turn his head. “Vanessa,” he grunted, almost a warning. It was killing him, having to wait for direction when he’d been expecting something quick, aggressive. Partially braced for a smack here or there, anything.

Instead, he got a quiet “I think I could get off just from touching you like this.” It didn’t come out like a tease, like she was prodding at his patience and trying to make him squirm. It was more like she was curious, as if the possibility had just occurred to her.

He closed his eyes and tried to keep his breathing even.

“You want me to get on with it,” she guessed.

“I’d assumed you’d want to slap my arse raw or scratch me up enough to bleed or, fuck, try goddamn sounding, but now I feel like I’m vibrating out of my own bloody skin over nothing.” His voice rasped out of him, the room too quiet for shouting but his frustration still bleeding through.

She didn’t say anything for a moment, her hand still in the same spot it had been when he’d opened his mouth, motionless. “We can do a bit of pain,” she said simply, drawing her hand away and moving to get up. “Don’t have any sounding rods but if you’re wanting penetration, I did bring a strap.”

Something in the response snagged in his mind, but the relief and excitement that rose at her words made it difficult to think straight. He’d been prepared for his skin to burn and his muscles to ache, he’d been thinking about it all afternoon, craving it. And now, it was about to happen. Her pause was brushed off, left to be evaluated at a later time when he wasn’t focused on getting fucked to oblivion.

~*~*~*~ To Be Continued ~*~*~*~

We’ll see how this goes 🤷

I really want to get back into writing more and I’ve been having a lot of fic ideas lately.

More stuff for Simon with this OC, a little bit for Soap and Gaz in this same universe, werewolf!Price with a vampire!OC

A Wolverine x mutant!OC fic is now living in my brain, along with a lesbian version of Poolverine (made with a version of Laura instead of Logan and a Deadpool!OC named Zelda)

I’m gonna try to work on something because it’s getting crowded in here lol

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Writing Practice 2

Pack hunt

Slasher! Wolf brothers Cole and Holt x reader

Cw: mentions of harming reader, yandere, biting, drawing blood, kidnapping, no sex but heavily implied, non con.

Wanted to practice yanderes once again! Maybe in the future I'll have headcanons for the both of them.

Your captor's lips mashed against yours with every hungry kiss. Addicted to your scent he inhales deeply with every part of his lips, groaning as each touch of your soft pillowy lips gives him pleasure. 

More. Was the only thought on his mind

 you flinch when his sharp teeth graze against your bloody lip. Your sharp movements do not go unnoticed by him. You gently try to push him away when he rests his forehead on yours. His eyes are like a brown pool of insanity burning into yours as he forces you to look at him. He's a rough hand littered with scars digging into your chin holding you still.

"Still ain't used to me?"

You rip your eyes away from him.

Holt lets out a growl.

" Is it him?"

He gets up from the hardwood floor staring down at you, his eyes wide and full of fury.

" Are you still thinking about him?"

His hands balding up into fists. Hair undid falling into his face. You don't answer which only makes him angrier. Because to him as long as you're thinking about another man you'll never truly be his.

Holt yells slamming his fist into the wall above you his nails dig into the wooden walls, scratching down as he practically traps you between himself and the wall.

"I'll kill him… if he ever comes for you I'll skin that fucker and use him as my rug."

He smiles slowly falling onto his knees, his hand sliding down the wall until they reach the floor, trapping you underneath him.

"I won't let him touch ya, I won't let him lay a finger on my prized possession."

He purrs his voice making shivers run up your spine. His fingers grazing over your collar and then around your collarbone. He pulls open the collar of your shirt gazing inside. Holt clicks his tongue noticing all the marks he has made on your body slowly fading, even the deeper bite marks where he has drawn blood are beginning to finally fade 

"Shoot, my marks are all Fading… I'll have to make sure I kiss you lots sweetness."

He chuckles, pressing his lips against your forehead before finally getting back up and turning. 

" For now, I feel restless, I'll  be sure to visit you later after my nightly hunt."

One day he'll have you thoroughly trained to stay in his house and warm his bed without him worrying about you escaping. Train to not squirm when you sit in his lap or reject his tongue when he kisses you.

You hate him but he doesn't care, it doesn't matter what you think of him he'll teach you to love him…

Holt was worse than your previous captor, his younger brother. His eyes filled with love as he touched you so gently, he didn't speak much, only to murmur I love you into your ear while his hands explored your body, burning every touch of your soft skin in his mind.

You didn't want any of this, you never wanted any of this.

You pulled up your mattress, lifting it and taking the rock underneath.

Slowly but surely every night you've been chipping away at the chain around your leg.

Waiting for your captor to leave for the night before continuing.

The chain had begun to weaken over time so you hoped tonight was the night you would taste freedom once again.

When the chain finally snaps, you wasted no time running to where you saw light ever since the first time Holt held you down here 

A small window just enough for you to fit through. It was far out of your reach so he probably didn't think about covering it up,

Knowing him he'd probably thought he would have you in his arms instantly.

You try to find boxes, chairs, or any old farming equipment that's high enough to reach the window.

You smile seeing the window had a latch As soon as you unlatched it the cold fresh air greeted you once again. Your fingernails dig into the dirt as you try your hardest to squeeze yourself out of the window…

As soon as you got on your feet you took off. Darting into the fields and into the forest behind his old farmhouse, that same Farmhouse where he held his victims as he brutally tortures and slaughters them. That same farmhouse where he took you with full intent on killing you before deciding to keep you.

You ran as far as you could squeezing through the thicket as your old worn out clothes get scratched against the branches and leaves

You only stop for a moment to catch your breath, ignoring the burning pain of your feet. You wanted to sit down and rest, you may find a log or something to curl up in and sleep. The sound of a twig snapping somewhere makes your heart stop, reminding you that if you stop for a moment, he would be right behind.

You didn't notice something coming up behind you grabbing you by the neck and slamming you on the ground.

You felt him get on top of you all has to wait pressing down trapping you underneath him. 

You felt his breath against the back of your neck.

" I missed you"

His voice was rough, yet soft, as he only spoke to you in a whisper.

" Don't you know it's cruel to abandon your husband?" 

You saw the mask fall into the floor as you felt his lips on the back of your neck. Digging his teeth into your shoulder as he continues. Pressing his palm over your hand to muffle your screaming.

"mmph' Missed you! Missed you so much!"

He let's go your blood staining his teeth as he yells louder 

"Haha! Where have you been?! Where did you go?!" He turned you around, forcing you to face him. His red hair has grown out a little since the last time you saw him.  He notices a mark on your collarbone, his breathing rapids as he pulls down your collar you hear somewhere in your shirt tear from the force. Only to see more little blemishes underneath your shirt

"WHO DID THIS?!"

He yells his eyes burning red with Fury. Waiting for an answer that will never come from you. Frightened, you couldn't say anything. Your silence makes him lose it.

" WERE YOU SEEING OTHER MEN BEHIND MY BACK?!"

He tears into your shirt.

He eyes another bruise on your chest. Planning on covering every bruise he saw with his teeth marks. Making sure he washes away trace of whatever man had you before.

He needed to know who did this to you. He needed to find them and blast their brains out with a shotgun like a good husband should. No one dares touch his spouse.

Cole immediately stopped in his tracks, his teeth barely grazing over the mark when you heard a gunshot, the ground exploding beside you, you whimpered in terror, shaking while Cole remained calm. Slowly turning to see and all too familiar silhouette

" Get your dirty paws off my property."

Cole got up off of you, grabbing your arm making sure you don't escape. His expression dies giving Holt a blank stare, hiding the fact that his blood was boiling immediately realizing that his older brother was the one marking you all those nights after you escaped from him

Holt refills his gun.

" they don't love you, you know"

He smiles when Cole started to snarl.

"... Because they were screaming my name last n-"

A red blur lunges at the gun flying out of his hand Holt's transformed trying to overpower his brother.

Cole's Paws around his brother's throat as Holt tries desperately to push his brother off him swinging with his claws.

You try to get back up on your feet hoping they'd be too distracted with each other to notice.

Only for Holt to Lunge in your way.

Cole blocking you're behind.

" you're not going anywhere sweetness." Holt growls

" be good and stay put don't think we won't find you if you run" Cole snarls.

[a-musing-mixologist]

He makes a soft sound of acknowledgement. An abandoned Marine base would be a veritable treasure trove of useful parts. Even if they hadn't left their weapons, there would be more than enough scrap metal, and that was all he needed. Law's fingers continue their work, and Kid thinks he could melt into a puddle then and there. "Mmmm, saved your life huh? Then I gotta hear that tale, one day."

So much about this man that he still doesn't know. Pirates tend to not pry too deeply into their crewmates' pasts, though in Kid's case there's little need to, nearly all those on board had been there from the start. Law, however... Law he wants to know, inside and out, because he's fascinated with him. What path had led him to Sabaody, and then, two years later, to Wano. What tales were written with swirling ink on his skin? Scars were easier to read.

He draws in a sharp breath at those three words. Why do they cause his heart to skip a beat like that? He's a lot of things, but romantic isn't one. It isn't as if he's never heard those word before, nor that they've never left his lips, but when it comes to Killer it seems like something natural, inevitable. Of course they love each other, they have right from the start and it never felt any other way, so there's rarely a need to put it to words. Law is different. He's new, and it's the first time Kid has ever opened up his heart to someone else.

"Fuck," he growls into Law's mouth. Now that his hand is free, he winds his fingers into that dark hair, toying with the soft strands. As if it were any different for him... Ever since the end of their battle, when Law tended to his wounds despite Kid's protests. "You think ye can just... come intae my life whenever ye please with that shite-eatin' smirk an' Shamble yer way aroun' like it's nothin'..." He shakes his head, palm sliding down to support Law's back so that he can bury his face against that painted chest, voice even rougher than usual, nearly cracking. "And not expect me tae fall in love with ye too? Then ye go an'... an' nearly get yerself killed... What the fuck was I supposed tae do if ye succeeded?" He drags his nails against Law's back, and there's tears pricking the edges of his eyes. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

He's so accustomed to the feeling, it's only when it's pointed out and dealt with that he's made so aware of the knots in his muscles. Killer does his best, of course, but he doesn't possess Law's knowledge. The fingers kneading into his flesh aren't as powerful, but the doctor knows exactly what spot to attack. He lets out a low moan, head bowed as pain unravels slowly to relief. "Need a place with shit t' salvage." He had his workshop of course, but the Victoria was limited in storage space. Most of his projects didn't have a chance for field testing beforehand.

"Cora-san?" Had he heard the name before? There's a brief moment of disappointment when Law's hands slip from his shoulders, but then the surgeon his in his lap, all richly toned skin and ink. It never ceases to take his breath away. Golden eyes slowly close as he rests his forehead against Law's. Any remaining tension drains away with the pressure of fingertips against his palm, a weakness he can't hide. If the surgeon keeps it up he could probably convince the captain to submit to damn near anything.

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I hope you’re doing well, could you write for Scaramouche where the reader kisses his insecurities away-

Have a good day!!

KISSING HIS INSECURITIES AWAY

a/n: hope this is sufficient 😭 can’t wait for his voice lines to be released so we have a better understanding of his character

notes: reader works for fatui

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you and scara had been together for just barely a year now, and yet, scara still didn’t quite believe it. you noticed it when he didn’t react well to your touches in the beginning, inching his cheek away or jerking his hand from yours. but as the months passed and seasons changed he slowly let you in. even if that only meant getting to hold his callused hand for an extra few seconds.

you knew of his past and knew when you should stop prying, but sometimes you wished he would let you in. you had to roll your words in your mouth to see how they feel before letting them go, just to be certain scara understood how much you cared for him and wouldn’t judge. it was a slow process, but you were willing to wait.

you were both out on a mission and had separated from your crew to let them do the dirty work, perks of being in a relationship with a harbinger was that he went easy on you. if they needed help they’d call so for the most part you and scara wandered around the premise as you both competed against each other to kill any enemies in your way.

when nightfall came you both slumped against a tree, your breath visible in the air from the cold wind. scara was beside you drawing circles in the dirt, gazing elsewhere.

his other hand was free so you reached over and laced your fingers with his. you felt his body go stiff before he let you lock your fingers with his and rub your thumb against his palm.

“why do you try?” he asks, his voice mellow.

“what do you mean?” you hum, observing the chipped nail polish you had begged him to let you do the other week.

“try with me,” he adds, “it’s pointless.”

you turned to look at him, but his eyes were still downward. the light from the moon lets you see the pale glow of his skin and the bags under his eyes.

“you’re not pointless,” you slowly say, not knowing where he was going with this.

he looks down at your interlocked hands.

“i’m holding my breath every day, waiting for when you inevitably leave.”

“i’m not going to,” you easily assure.

“that’s what everyone else said,” scara dryly laughs, voice empty, “I have no clue how to do this shit. You know I’m a literal puppet. I’m not meant to love.”

“everyone deserves a chance to be loved,” you start, pulling his palm to your lips and letting them graze his knuckles, “i’m gonna stay and show you.”

he finally turns his gaze towards you, eyeing your hand in his.

“i don’t believe you,” he says, leaning his head on bark of the tree.

“I’ll keep trying until you do,” you hum, taking your free hand and maneuvering yourself so you’re straddling his lap. one hand holding his and the other grazing his cheek.

he raises a brow at you, his other hand instinctively holding your waist.

you lean down and place a chaste kiss on each of his cheeks and watch in glee as they bloom pink. his grip on your waist hardens and you take that as an encouragement to continue. you move your lips to his jaw and leave a trail of kisses down to his chin. and finally, you give him a kiss.

at first, he doesn’t respond. but after a few seconds, he pushes you up closer to him and kisses back with more fervor. his fingers interlace with yours and you only pull back for a breath.

“believe me now?” you whisper, curling a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“i’m not sure,” he starts, “you’ll need to do it a few more time,” he adds, a sly smile upturning his lips.

you give him a half-hearted shove but ultimately fulfill his request.

a/n: hope you approved anon 💓 if anyone has requests i’ve opened them^^ ty for reading and here’s to hoping tumblr doesn’t fuck up the layout of this 🍻