#Prudence x Reader

[povofjustme]

CAOS

Both Prudence blackwood and Ambrose Spellman wanting you

You being a witch

I would like to think Prudence and Ambrose would already be together

You had been at the school most of your life but they never noticed you

You had some class with Prudence but she never once looked your way

Maybe you were in a different group of friends or you was just shy

They both were the type to be outgoing and live in the moment

Which to you, was just trying to finish the academy in one piece

Never go out and party

Or do the same exact curricula in the magic school

Now this is how the 3 of you met

You had just got done with exams and your friend Elapeth wanted to celebrate. There was a party happening at the school and she wanted you to go with her

You didn’t want to go. Party’s are not your thing

But she convinced you to go, talking about how she was going to be lonely and it was going to be a one-time thing

So you agreed, not thinking you were going to be doing what you did

Elapeth got out an outfit that she knows you was going to look good it. And make you look hot as

At first, you were just watching your friend have fun. Dancing with everyone around her. You stayed at the bar and watch

Dorian saw you, asking if you wanted a drink. At first you said no but the more he was talking about a drink that he thinking you would like. The more you wanted it.

It started with one drink but it was so good that you had about 6 of them

You didn’t know what he up in them but it made you feel good. Made you wanna dance

So you did just that, first dancing with Elapeth and the others around you

Everyone was pretty much on top of each other but you were paying know mind.

Just dance your little heart out

You could feel eyes on you

But like who wouldn’t, you are FINE ASF)

There was someone behind you, holding on to your hips and moving to the music

You put your head back to whoever it was

Surprise, surprise

It was Prudences

She gave you a devil's smile

You never seen her so close before

But the music was moving your body too much to care

She started to whisper in your ear

“I never knew you could dance like this. You even got Ambrose mesmerized”

You looked straight across to see the famous Ambrose

He had a drink in his hand, arm spread out above the couch. Man spreading

The look in his eyes didn’t make you want to look away

You can tell he was looking at your body, prudence was placing her hands

On satan’s life, you never thought this would happen to you

The next song was slow and desirable

You close your eyes for a second and then he is there

Ambrose was in front of you

You were in the middle with them, doing things you never thought would happen to you

Prudence kissing your neck while Ambrose was sucking the soul out of you

( I mean kissing 😏)

And then they switch positions

The whole night it was just the 3

At one point in time, they shared a look

Pulling you away from it all

(Let me know, I will add more details for a different story )

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You woke up at a house you had never been to before

You looked under the covers to see that all your clothes were missing

You didn’t know what Dorian did you those drinks - you didn’t know if it was a good things or a bad thing

But all of a sudden you could feel someone shifting onto your side, laying an arm across your stomach

You look to see it to be the one and only Ambrose in your right

Your eyes widen out

He was still sound asleep

You look the other way to see Prudence facing the wall to your left

Your first thought was that you had to get it out of there

Slowly, quickly, and quickly as you can, put your clothes on. Walked out to the hallway so you didn’t wake them

And teleported yourself back to the Academy

Taking a shower and looking into the mirror

Hickeys !!! All over

You had to put on a black fitted turtleneck shirt on 

You thought that they weren’t going to remember you. That you was just a one night stand

You knew you could

So you walked down the hallways of the school hung out but walked like nothing happened

But heaven you were wrong

Remember the class you have with her now

You walked in and sat in your normal spot, next to Melvin

You were behind the two other weird sisters (Dorcas & Agatha)

Prudence counted a glimpse of you and walked over

Once again you didn’t think largely of it but not until you saw Melvin packing his things and walking to a different place

But you didn’t care, you led on the cold table

But didn’t say a word to you in the lesson

Waking out of the class, it was time for lunch

You sat in your regular seat, you sitting on the outside while Elapeth sat on the inside

Just talking about upcoming words for some classic

Out of nowhere, you had Ambrose on your right side and Prudence on your left

Just like the night before

Now you thought you didn’t get people's attention

YOU DO NOW!!

Prudence moved closer to you

“You thought you were going to get away that easy?” - prudence

“What are you talking about?” - you

“Last night, you made quite that show” - Ambrose

You got up from the table to get away from the eyes

“Where do you think you going little dancer?” - Ambrose

“Away from you both, I don’t know what happened last night but it was a mistake” - you

“Oh no it wasn’t, we had a taste of you. And won’t stop until we can have all of you “ - Ambrose

“You belong to us now. And everyone will know it!” Prudence

“For satan's sake, what are you talking about!”- you

“Look at your neck, arms, back and inner thigh. It says otherwise” - Prudence

You better pray to satan that you are dreaming this all

[frost-queen]

Tempting fate // part 5 (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)

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Summary: With a little help of Anthony, Colin tries to have a moment to speak with you. Rather taking the flee, you leave him no chance of conversating with you. Will Colin get his chance to speak with you or will you forever ignore him. [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 6 & part 7 & part 8 & part 9 & part 10]

A fast feather scraped over parchment, filling the silence in the waiting room. Penelope hunched over her parchment as the feather wrote down her exact thoughts. You entered the waiting room, seeing her write so lost in her thoughts. An annoyance grew over you. – “Writing about me again for your latest sheet?” – you said out loud, wandering around the armchair closer to her. Penelope glanced to the side, pausing her writing briefly before continuing.

“It is a letter.” – she responded after some silence. – “One to your adoring readers?” – you teased moving closer to the window. Moving the curtain a bit aside to peek outside. – “Perhaps you can ask your adoring readers for their opinion on me? I’m sure they would be delighted to follow in your delusions.” – you spoke with a mocking undertone. It made Penelope lay her feather down.

“I thought you didn’t wished to speak to me ever again.” – she replied bitsy, making you briefly look over your shoulder to her. – “I am.” – you spoke. – “You are the just the only breathing thing in this house at the moment.” – you left the window moving more to the centre of the room. Penelope swallowed a bit, glancing your way.

You went around the armchair, making your way for the door with your head up high. – “You shouldn’t give me ideas.” – you heard your sister call out to you as you were heading out. Not liking the taunting in her tone, you went back inside, picked up the nearest pillow and threw it at her. The pillow hit her and the ink bottle. It fell over, spilling her parchment and a bit of her dress.

Penelope gasped loud, jumping up at the sudden wetness on her dress. – “Do not provoke me sister!” – you said in a cold tone, throwing a glare at her. Penelope looked in shock at you for having spilled ink on her dress. You turned on your heel, heading out once more. In the hallway, you walked through the house, making your way to the garden. Setting foot in the sun, you took in a deep breath.

Glancing over your shoulder, you lowered your gaze. Feeling like there was no one to trust. Not your own sister nor Colin with his false promises. You headed for the large tree where the swing was strapped to. You carefully sat down. Balancing on your feet to move the swing a bit. Lost in thoughts, you stared down, fidgeting with your fingers on your lap.

Breathing out loud, you looked away, finding yourself pathetic. A shadow of yourself sitting on the swing. For a moment, just for a moment, you thought you’d be his. That you found someone to love you unconditionally. Colin had always been a good friend of your sisters. Colin and you weren’t that close to begin with. It wasn’t like you could get to know him that well since your sister had a way of claiming him.

Ever since you were little. So it was shocking to know that Colin was interested in you, or at least even for a little while. Perhaps that kiss meant nothing to him, but it meant everything to you. The first time a boy showed such affection towards you. Colin must have kissed plenty of girls, that it had little meaning by now. To you it felt like he had stolen something from you.

Stolen something he couldn’t return. Touching your lips, you recalled the feeling it left on your lips. Strangely enlightening. Bringing your fingers down, you tore your gaze away, feeling foolish. Wanting to forget about stupid Penelope and stupid Colin, you grabbed the cord firmly.

Setting your feet off as the swing got in motion. Kicking your feet back and forth to create the friction. Up, up, up you went. Higher and higher till you could reach the clouds. The wind blowing through your hair untangling it as it had a mind of its own now. Blissfully you smiled, forgetting about your worries for a moment.

Leaning back, you watched the skies make you feel dizzy. The light making you squint your eyes as you let the swinging die out. Pulling yourself back up when you were closer to the ground. A summer’s sadness on your face as the swing slowed down. Staring lost in front of you. With a huff you got up, having enough of it. You weren’t going to let anyone humiliate you ever again.

Not your sister not Colin, not again. The hell with Penelope. The hell with Colin Bridgerton for he would never loose his boyish act. Seeing his true colours clearly in a shade of green. You looked curiously up hearing your name from afar. Prudence stood in the entrance leading outside. – “Coming!” – you called out, lingering for but a moment before going inside.

Phillipa was fanning vigorously in the carriage. Mama slapped her hand on her hand to stop her hurricane of fanning. Phillipa gave mama a sheepish smile, followed by a nervous swallow. Mama moved a bit closer to the centre of the carriage, placing her hand on Phillipa and yours knees that were in reach. – “Now girls it is not too late for us to shine.” – she said to pep herself up. – “We’ll attract nice men and turn this tide.” – she patted your knee with a trusting smile.

Prudence who sat beside you across from Phillipa took your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. – “We’ll find you a good husband.” – she whispered to you. Penelope let an amusing chuckle slip. Making everyone stare at her. – “Something funnily Penelope?” – mama questioned with a quizzable brow. Penelope cleared her throat.

“No mama.” – she answered. The rest of the carriage ride was in silence. Till you rode up to the event. A springs festival. Tents stationed around. Flowers used as decoration to celebrate its bright colours. The footman opened the door helping mama out first. Then Phillipa and Penelope. Prudence and you as last.

By one of the tents you immediately recognized the Bridgerton brothers. It made you turn around, hoping they hadn’t noticed you. There was one thing you wanted to avoid at any cost. Colin Bridgerton. – “Come girls.” – Mama said pulling Phillipa with her. Penelope and Prudence followed as you rather wanted to disappear. So you headed the other direction than them.

Walking around groups of gathering people to find a way around. Having squeezed yourself between two groups who stood with their backs at each other, you let out a soft gasp. Coming face to face with Eloise Bridgerton. – “Y/n!” – she let out with wide eyes. – “Eloise.” – you replied nervously. – “Penelope is that way.” – you informed her, going round her to not engage any further.

You quickened up your step, hastening away from her. Freezing you saw Kate with two glasses in her hand. Probably one for her husband as well. Moving your hand against your cheek, you bowed your head for her not to notice you. Avoiding these Bridgerton’s seemed harder as they seemed to turn up at every corner.

Colin stood by the tent with Anthony and Benedict. Anthony nudged him in the side. Motioning with his head in the direction of the Featheringtons. Colin got on the tip of his toes, staring at them. Anthony kept gesturing with his head for him to make a move. Colin set his feet back down, shaking his head with pulled up shoulders. Benedict stared at the display. – “Why do I get the feeling I am missing something.” – he let out, feeling excluded for whatever it was they shared.

Anthony kept bugging him to do something. – “She is not there.” – Colin shout-whispered to him. – “Then find her!” – Anthony spoke back giving him a push. – “I am definitely missing something.” – Benedict answered looking over at Francesca who sat down with a book. Francesca pulled her shoulders up, forming a thin line of her lips.

Colin exhaled deep getting in motion. – “What am I missing?” – Benedict asked Anthony. Anthony rolled with his eyes taking his leave. – “An…Anthony!” – Benedict called out going after him for answers. Francesca shut her book, getting up. Kate arrived at the tent, looking confused around for everyone had taken their leave.

You were still walking around, staying close to large groups so you wouldn’t stand out. You even had lost track of where your family was. You started to look around for escape’s if you indeed did encounter Colin Bridgerton to your dislikes. You moved through a group, eyes widening when you came nose to nose with Francesca Bridgerton. – “Colin is looking for you.” – she said with a shy smile. – “Must I encounter every Bridgerton?” – you mumbled under your breath, taking your leave.

Francesca blinked confused feeling too shy to call out your name and draw any attention towards her. Your unfortunate encounter with her led to spotting Colin through the crowd. He turned at the exact same time, you saw him, making him notice you. – “Y/n.” – he called out making his way over. You turned round, pushing some people aside to make your escape. Colin furrowed his brows, going in pursuit. You started to run faster, no way wanting to be near with him. Some heads turned your way at you taking a run for it.

Leaving the festive for the woods. Panting loud, you ran till you jumped aside, hiding behind a tree trunk. You heard twigs snap underneath shoes as it made you cover up your mouth. – “Y/n? Y/n? Where are you?” – it was Colin calling out to you. You tried to remain still not wanting him to find you. – “Y/n I… I want to talk about our last encounter.” – he let out looking around for you.

He waited for an answer but you never gave one. There was another pair of footsteps, this time coming from the front. Your eyes widened when a brown bearded man came to a stop. Staring right back at you. Slowly questioning what you were doing. Seeing an opportunity you whispered to him, to help you. You walked up to the man, taking him by his arm as you walked out in the open. 

Colin coming to a stop as he saw you appear around a man’s arm. – “Y/n?” – Colin said in disbelieve. – “Can’t speak now Colin, can’t you see a woman is in company.” – you replied walking past him with the lord. Putting on a smile to show Colin you didn’t need him and his false promises. The lord seemed to play along, laying his hand on yours around his arm. Starting to talk about nature as you listened half.

Colin turned to your departure with shock in his eyes. – “Y/n.” – he squeaked out too stunned that you were walking with another lord. Nearing the festive once more, you thanked him for helping you out. – “It was my pleasure Miss Featherington.” – he said with a bow, leaning down to kiss your hand. – “If you ever need saving again, simply call upon me.” – he continued after having kissed your hand.

You curtsied to him, taking your leave to return to your family content. – “Where have you been?” – mama questioned blinking surprised. You hummed soft, ignoring her question to come and join Prudence. Colin returned to his brothers with a sweat. Anthony stopped him by his shoulder.

“You are sweating dear brother.” – he pointed out. – “I…I… she was with another gentleman.” – he called out. – “Who was?” – Benedict asked curiously coming in sight, holding a pastry. Anthony inhaled deep, bringing Colin closer to him. – “It is not too late brother.” – patting his brother on the chest.

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[ophelieverse]

They could never make me hate you Portia Featherington!

[anastasiareadsnwrites]

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The MAIN Masterlist

Violet Bridgerton

Good Old Fashioned Lover girl (Violet Bridgerton x Fem! Reader): Part I, Part II, Part III

Anthony Bridgerton

Baby Hotline (Anthony Bridgerton x Fem! Reader): Part I

No one does it like Ant (Anthony Bridgerton x Male! Reader): Part I, Part II

Be Wherever You Are (Anthony Bridgerton x Male! Reader)♡

Every Breath You Take (Anthony Bridgerton x Fem! Reader)♡

Call Me(Anthony Bridgerton x Male! Reader)♡

Benedict Bridgerton

Only way is up (Benedict Bridgerton x Fem! Reader): Part 1

I Put A Spell On You (Benedict Bridgerton x Fem! Reader)♡

Daphne Bridgerton/Basset

Colin Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Maneater (Eloise Bridgerton x Male! reader)♡

Portia Featherington

Fancy Cherries (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader): Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV♡

Hey pretty, Mama (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader): Part I, Part II, Part III♡

♡At Last♡ (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader): Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Penelope Featherington/Bridgerton

Phillipa Featherington/Finch

Prudence Featherington/Dankworth

Agatha Danbury

Cressida Cowper

Mary Sharma

Kate Sharma/Bridgerton

Edwina Sharma

More to be added

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

Can we talk about this? Why are pictures liek this so aestheticly pleasing, I saw a bunch of these on my Pinterest and was like nah I gotta do it too. I don't regret it.

If you want to use this picture for a fan fiction cover or smth please ask or credit me. 🫡

[cemetarywoman]

Its come to my attention that no one writes fics about any of my interests so ill have to take one for the team and do it myself 🙏🤕

Ill take requests for:

-the chilling adventures of Sabrina

-ville valo

-jackass

-gotham

-motionless in white

-hamzahthefantastic

I will write:

-fluff

-smut

-platonic/family dynamics

-poly relationships

-fem/gender neutral reader (could possibly make exceptions for male readers occasionally)

I wont write:

-anything to do with Self harm, r@pe, or abuse

-obviously no weird shit like illegal age gaps, piss, or anything super weird LMAO

-i will not write angst, im far too sensitive for that sorry LMAO

-i dont like write the reader as a dom so I’ll probably do sub!reader only, sorry!! (Ill make some exceptions for this tho if i like the request enough lol)

(ill add more to this list later lmao but these are my favorite things atm)

[clinquaant]

101 PLOT BUNNIES / Dear Prudence, a Theodore Laurence Fanfiction

PRUDENCE POIRIER WAS ACCUSTOMED TO HIDING IN THE SHADOWS. With her father fighting in the Civil War, she and her mother occupied themselves with finding work so that, when the time came, their family could buy a proper home upon the patriarch’s return.

While scouring the streets of Boston, Prudence and her mother, Mabel, ran into James Laurence, a man who occupied a house larger than he could ever need with only himself and his grandson. After Mabel detailed her prowess as a housekeeper and her daughter’s green thumb for the neglected greenhouse he spoke of, Mr. Laurence gladly accepted the help with the condition that the two women would take up two of his empty rooms, in an attempt to liven up the house into a home once again.

Mabel was grateful that she had come across a genuine man such as Mr. Laurence, rather than being stuck in an unideal situation. Prudence, upon hearing Mr. Laurence’s mention of a family full of daughters that lived across the road, was ecstatic at the prospect of making new friends. What took her most by surprise, though, was the friendliness of Mr. Laurence’s aforementioned grandson.

Listening to her mother’s words of caution, Prudence kept her distance from the boy who seemed to have too-good of intentions. Until, letters with the salutation “Dear Prudence” began welcoming her in the greenhouse most mornings, written in what could only be his impeccable, product-of-being-privately-tutored handwriting.

Mabel instructed Prudence to be respectful, and how disrespectful would it be if she didn’t write to him back?

[avada-kedavra-bitch-187-films]

Bridgerton season 3 pt2

Spoilers

Does this make Colin lord whistledown?

- Season 3 has the best ending/epilouge

In conclusion i think season 3 is my fav

Fav seasons in order:

Season 3

Season 1

Season 2

I haven’t see queen Charolette yet so can’t include it

Season 1&3 have the best soundtrack i think but season 3 pt 1 is like top tier

Sorry for how long this is in pt 1 i didn’t start till like the 3rd episode these bitches are like 2hrs long

- Episode 5

- I love how excited they were

- Rather swiftly

- I love the brother trio

- Damn Colin told her(Mrs featherington)

- He loves her ahhhhh

- Not even 15 min in😂

- Tittiessssss ahhhh

- Damn they look good

- Damn pen you look good

- So does Colin damnnnnnnnn

- “Tell me” ahhhhh

- “Are you all right” love a caring king

- I love their giggles

- Anthony and Kate ahh

- Anthony just wants to tell who cares about everything else

- But you are my mess is so adorable

- Damn she was tryna tell you

- Everything’s going by so fast

- Dang Cressida

- Pen done fainted

- Episode 6

- Miss featherington for now Ahhhh it’s so cute

- I just feel so bad for Cressida

- Get it mama bridgerton

- The fight over macrons is so funny

- Francesca having to interrupt for John😂

- Ahhh Francesca getting married

- She knew about Penelope not Cressida

- Colin down baddd

- Not Eloise tryna get Penelope to stop for the sake of her brother

- Your name is about to be bridgerton ahh

- Eloise has the best idea “let it go”

- But pen makes sense she created lady whistle down

- Not the Queen suspicious about Cressida

- Cressida you can’t publish

- What about my dreams poor pen and Mrs featherington

- But he gave me you girls that’s so cute

- No one declare they can’t get married or I’ll fight

- Dang they didn’t announce Francesca’s and she was so excited

- Come on tell him pen

- Dang it’s just that she loves him but i think everyone knows that

- The dancing scene awww

- Not lady danbry tryna make sure her brother don’t get with mama bridgerton

- Francesca just wants to marry him

- I’m so ready for her wedding dress

- Cressida doesn’t even sound close to her

- I’m ready for Colin to find out

- Lady Danbury doing everything to stop her brother and mama bridgerton

- Omg the flower crank display at the ball is beautiful

- Poor Francesca

- Violet making me mad

- Poor Danbury

- I rlly needa watch queen Charlotte and get Danbury backstory

- Oop he gay(Tilly friend)

- Not homeboy hitting on Benedict

- Oop never mind he kissing Tilly

- Threesome??????????

- Oop nope

- Confident in bridgerton is😍

- Sign language ❤️

- does Queen know??

- Those parts are only for you ahhh

- I want to be worthy of you🥺

- That ain’t no damn whistledown

- What happened with Cressida mom or is that just ink

- Does Colin find out?

- Poor pen i hate that’s why she did whistledown

- Aww let me use it for some good

- Colin ahhhhhhh

- He found out he knowssss

- Episode 7

- Damn Colin go off

- Y’all kinda do needa get married cus u “deflowered her”

- Go off pen

- Ahh congrats to that wife(Mr davidsons wife)

- Pens outfits😍

- Eloise is so worried for her brother

- You are the truest friend i have ever known ahh

- Why break your heart this year😭

- Entrapment bitch please

- I was right Bi

- Will Benedict be Bi as well

- I mean i already feel like that

- Get it mama bridgerton

- That chair that madame delacroix has that Penelope sat on in episode 7 i want one so bad it looks so cool

- She tried telling u about Thompson

- She does need whistledown

- R u jealous that she’s a good writer

- Foolish bitch pls

- Aww Colin i love you

- There we go makeup kissing against a door how scandalous

- Marital advice😂😂

- I love Kate and Anthony Just didn’t rlly like the second season but i love them

- He was 10 Lady Danbury he loves u

- Lesson learned dont go after Lady Danbury cane

- Damn pen I love that corset

- Lady Whistledown Isn’t a man it’s a woman

- I love Kate’s wedding outfit

- Omg Yellow as the isle song ahh

- Pens so scared or nervous

- Colin’s reaction to pen at the wedding🥺😍

- The nerves and Colin’s reassuring nod🥺😍

- Holy shit pen looks good

- The veil😍

- The height difference 😂

- The loving glances between the couples😍

- The music begin the vows❤️

- Eloise is so emotional 🥺

- Not the boys staring at the cake😂

- Omg i love pens dressssssss

- Pen feels so undeserving of compliments 😭

- Now that you found peace can she sleep with your brother😂

- Love the Eloise and Benedict duo

- Go talk to her Eloise

- Where u going Cressida

- Edwinaaaa!! Husband!!!!! Whooooooo

- Birth there??!!!??

- Awww i would like for them to be a sharma as well

- I dont know why ppl mad we get more Kate and Anthony cause we barely got them as a couple last season except for the last like 2 episodes

- Mama featherington is a lot better now but i dont know if i like it or not. it feels fake

- Just talk damn it

- A danceeee aww

- But i should like to dance with my husband🥺

- Is that you belong with me by Taylor swift I’m in love😍 that song just feels so right for them

- The dance🥺😍 now i need everyone to disappear like in all the other seasons

- They disappeared ahhhhhh🥺😍

- The dress😍

- The others joining in🥺

- We should be more bold in declaring ourselves😍

- Kilmartin and Francesca dancing🥺

- Get it mama bridgerton

- Ooooooh Anthony spots his mama

- Where’s the keep looking at me???!!! It’s in almost every dancing couple scene in at least 1 episode of each season

- Your a bridgerton now

- Get it Queen👑

- Colin’s so worried for everyone

- Amen pen speak for women

- I mean technically u had a wedding night (in the first episode)

- Threesome??!!!!????!??!??!?

- Yesssssssssssssssssssss

- Bi Benedict yesssss

- Cressida knows

- Episode 8

- Damn u cold Colin

- Visitor??? I bet it Cressida

- Damn i was right

- Damn Cressida that’s cold

- Not Cressida spilling the tea

- I don’t blame mama featherington for feeling betrayed

- Tell him don’t lie

- Love the chess pieces

- Brimsly in the background🥺

- Scotland!!!!

- Colin protecting her♥️

- My wife😍😍

- How much money does she have??? I need to know

- Threesome ahhh

- My wife😍😍

- Yearning for Penelope’s letters🥺

- Penelope is not the villian❤️

- Yesssss understanding

- Feel so bad for pen when he explaining it to Cressida

- Colin gonna reveal it like the book at the ball

- Ok more than 10k less than 20k can i have some

- Next time colin listen to your wife

- Threesome ahhhhhhh

- Gotta love it for benedict

- It is not like i asked for your permission like duh u slept with her dad now she gonna sleep with your brother

- I will pick you over him as you should bestie

- Aww the hat

- Again? get it Benedict!!

- Colin speechless like yea that’s yo wife and she look good

- Sleep with her!!!!!!

- Pens pissed (about the money thing)

- Mama featherington proud of pen🥺love it

- Love Francescas wedding dress

- Also where’s the broken furniture that was suggested in the polin interviews

- I feel bad for what’s gonna happen to Francesca in the upcoming seasons

- Get it mama bridgerton

- Aww kilmartins speech toward mama bridgerton 😭😭🥺

- That’s terrible piano

- You taught me pleasure ok good for u pen

- Omg i love this pen speech to Colin

- She gonna expose herself dumbass

- What does the letters say???

- What is happening

- She jealous i bet u spent more time with Paul

- She didn’t like sharing.called it!

- Poor Ben

- Eloise and Ben duo on the swings again ahhhhhhh love it

- The money was for her sisters ball🥺

- Omg omg

- Come on pen you got this

- Good job pen

- Love the speech

- Yessss Queenn 👑(mean the actual queen)

- The butterflies♥️

- The butterfly on pens hand is everything

- There’s only 1 person who loves the bridgerton more than me😂

- I love u Colin cause this speech is everything

- Mrs. Bridgerton ahhhh(legit just squealed)

- Get it mama bridgerton

- Eloise they gotta have their private time

- Damn get it pen ahhhhh

- Poor Cressida but also she got her karma

- Francesca looks the closest like mama bridgerton

- 3 babies!!!!!!

- Pens baby ahhhhhh

- Since that baby looks only a lil younger than its cousins i bet she got pregnant the first time they did it in episode 1

- Omg omgg omggggggg

- Love it omg

- Penelope bridgerton not lady whistledown

[eilahtte]

⚔️ Prudence Van Helsing ⚔️

Fanart for @vionetteinthedark ‘s fanfic, A Lady & Her Huntress. I’m just so in love with her OC 🥰

[multimilfs]

The Weird Sisters x Fem!Reader: Beneath a Hungry Moon

Summary: The Weird Sisters + 101 -- "This feels dirty." "That's because it is."

Prompts found here!

AO3

A/N: This fic made me realize how much I miss CAOS. Might have to rewatch at some point soon!

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Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix

Warning(s): Unconventional Relationships

For as long as you could remember, you dreamt of participating in the Lupercalia celebrations. The idea of running beneath the moon with someone and losing yourself in the pleasure that followed sent a shiver down your spine—or did, before you found three witches you couldn’t tear yourself away from, and realized the matching would tie you to a man for the night. 

You look down on the preparations with thinly veiled upset. Father Blackwood had forced your hand, all of your hands; you would participate in the Lupercalia celebrations or face strict punishment. His eyes had settled on Prudence when he let those words spill from his lips and you gave in to assuage the fear rolling from her. 

Forcing you to participate didn’t mean you would follow the rules, though. 

It’s a perfect plan. You’ll play along, circling the young warlocks until you inevitably have to choose one, but that will be as far as it goes. The night would be yours to experience with your three favorite witches with the tricks up your sleeve in play. 

Hands wrap around your waist and you lean back. A soft pair of lips kiss your neck. 

“What are you thinking?” Dorcas asks curiously. 

“Nothing,” You pat the hands around your waist, all too aware of listening ears, “Just taking in the scene.” 

“Are you still upset that we can't celebrate together?” 

You want to spill your whole plan because Dorcas sounds so sweet, worrying for you even though you know she’ll enjoy tonight no matter what. She has her eyes on a few of the more devious warlocks. Nick Scratch, if you’re being specific, though Sabrina Spellman will fight her every step of the way. 

Turning in her arms, you kiss her sweetly. She deserves nothing less for how considerate she’s being of you—how considerate she always is. 

“I’m not thrilled about it,” You say honestly, “but I want you to have fun.” 

“I don’t think I’ll participate—past the Matching, I mean.” 

You raise a brow, “Dorcas, you love warlocks.” 

“It will upset you.” 

“Sweetheart, I’ll be okay. Your heart will still be mine at the end of the night, won’t it?” You ask. 

Dorcas nods so hard you fear for her neck. As if to send the point home, she kisses you, pulling away to press similar kisses on any swath of skin she can see. It makes you laugh, holding tight to her. 

Her smile is relaxed and sweet and you know you’ve said the right thing. You haven’t lied—you don’t mind who any of your witches physically engage with, as long as their heart remains with you—but you don’t really intend on Dorcas enjoying whatever warlock she ends up with. It’ll just throw a wrench in your plans if she isn’t in the woods on Lupercalia. 

“You’re so good to me.” Dorcas sighs dreamily. 

You hum, “Don’t let anyone else know that. It’ll be our little secret.” 

She giggles and steals another kiss, before rushing from your arms and back to her room in a whirlwind. You should be preparing too, but you’re more worried about getting everything in place than dolling yourself up.

A flash of color in the corner of your eye makes you turn. Leaning against the bannister, watching you with an inquisitive stare, is Sabrina Spellman. You’re really not in the mood for her dramatics but plaster on a pleasant enough look anyway. 

“How are you okay with it?” Sabrina asks. 

“Okay with what?” You ask, tilting your head. 

Sabrina moves closer and stands at your side, the two of you looking down on the set-up with matching expressions of distaste. One of you does a better job masking it than the other. 

“Dorcas spending the night with someone else.” 

Ah, you think. You shrug and try to see it through Sabrina’s eyes; it must be odd to go from the image of married perfection to a world where monogamy is an old idea. You can understand the institution of marriage, as your parents were married, but they both engaged in their fair share of witches and warlocks. Being a witch is sin and that’s never been something you saw as an issue. 

Looking at Sabrina, you try to take her in, wishing you could read her thoughts. Does the sin and lust bother her? Her aunts raised her, but how much did they really show her of her magical community? Maybe Sabrina’s idealism towards humanity isn’t entirely her own fault. 

“It’s just sex,” You shrug, “It’s fun and pleasure, but it isn’t what we have.” 

“But Dorcas is yours. They all are, aren’t they? You’re not bothered by someone else having them?” Sabrina prods. 

You sigh, “I don’t own anyone, Spellman, that’s the point. We share things. Bodies aren’t sacred things to be hidden away for witches and warlocks, their vessels of lust and greed and pleasure. Why would I ask my girls to deny the very thing we were all made for?” 

“You say witches and warlocks don’t consider bodies sacred, but my Father did.” 

“Your Father was an anomaly. He had a few points about getting along with mortals, sure. But his views were… are odd for our society.” 

Sabrina is the one examining you now. She looks at you like she’s missing something and the answer is in your face. When you give nothing away, she sighs and puts her head in her hand. 

Teen angst radiates off of her. Whether it’s a Sabrina thing or humanity thing, it’s annoying, and you put some distance between the two of you. You don’t completely walk away though. Something feels unsaid and you’re in no rush, so you follow her line of sight to none other than Nick Scratch. 

You bite back a laugh. 

Nick Scratch is an entertaining guy, sure, but you’ve never understood why all the witches fawn over him. You remember a whole host of stories Prudence used to tell you about him when they were going out and he seemed like any other warlock. But Sabrina has latched herself onto him and you feel a kind of empathy for her. 

It’s hard when you love someone more than they love you. You remember the feeling before you found your witches. Nobody deserves to feel it, not even Sabrina Spellman, magnet for chaos. 

“You were upset when the rules of the Matching were explained to you and now you’re not. Why?” Sabrina says. 

“I was upset I couldn’t spend the evening with my witches,” You shrug, “But my enjoyment and theirs doesn’t depend on if we’re together. I just wish we were.” 

“Witches are weird.” Sabrina decides. 

You laugh and pull back from the bannister, patting her on the shoulder, “Okay, half-witch.” 

Sabrina rolls her eyes so hard you can practically feel it, but you continue past her and down the stairs back to your room. Dorcas is nowhere to be found and neither is Prudence, though her things are laid on her bed. Agatha sits at the mirror painting her lips a shade close to black. 

You walk over and lay down on her bed, watching her work. Agatha tilts her head when she looks at you. 

“You’re not getting ready.” She says. 

“I will,” You shrug, “I’m not in any rush.” 

“Are you still upset?” 

“No, just… disappointed. Warlocks aren’t really my thing, so it cuts the enjoyment.” 

Agatha sets down her lipstick and comes to sit next to you. She runs a hand through your hair, looking down with a smile, curious. You try to sit up and kiss her. A hand in the center of your chest stops you, her small smile now a wide grin. 

You pout and lay back down, folding your arms over your chest. 

“Don’t pout, I just applied this lipstick.” 

“You can reapply it.” 

She pauses as if thinking it over and weighing the time she has. A small spark of hope sits in your chest and you turn, propping your head up on your hands. Agatha looks gorgeous in white. It’s rare to see the gloomy coven in bright color and you can’t say you mind the change; black is good for any occasion, but white makes them look good enough you forget the occasion. 

You’re most excited to catch a glimpse of Prudence. As long as you can remember, she’s wrapped herself in deep blacks and purples, even an occasional red. The only thing you recall being brighter is the cream-colored slip she wears to bed sometimes. 

A pair of lips is pressed to your own and you startle before Agatha’s hands on your face soothe you. She takes her time and thoroughly explores your mouth with her own. It’s like being drunk and you feel like you could sway despite sitting down, clasping her arms to remain upright. 

It’s different to Dorcas’ quick kisses and Prudence’s teasing ones, Agatha kisses like she’s putting you in a trance. And you almost hate to admit that it works every time. 

When you pull back and stare up with glossed eyes, Agatha giggles, and wipes at your mouth. The dark color is spread all across her face and you can only imagine how it looks on you. 

“Are you happy now?” Agatha asks. 

“Extremely.” You smile. 

She shakes her head, but looks just as happy, “You really should start getting ready.” 

You open your mouth to offer an excuse. 

“She’s right.” Another voice interrupts. 

Prudence stands in the doorway, clad in a figure-hugging white dress. It’s longer than either Agatha’s or Dorcas’ with a split up the right side, exposing one of her legs. She looks practically ethereal. Something about the color brings out the glow in her cheeks and makes you swoon. 

She walks down the steps and makes her way to your side. When she looks at you, there’s something in her eyes you can’t decipher. But you forget it just as easily when she leans down and kisses you, slowly, but not long enough. She laughs when she pulls away and you try to follow. 

“You agreed to participate, darling. It’s time for you to get ready.” 

“Why? I won’t get much from Lupercalia.” You challenge. 

Prudence’s eyes are knowing and she smirks, “Oh darling, I don’t believe that at all.” 

Somehow, she knows. You can’t ask how with Agatha in the room, but she knows, and you know it. You nod and get off of Agatha’s bed to get your things from your chest. Kneeling at the end of the bed, the lock is warm in your hands, a sign your spell is holding tight. 

There’s an audible click! When you whisper the incantation under your breath and the lock opens. You sift through your valuables until you find the outfit you chose for the evening. It stands apart from that of your witches, but isn’t different enough that it’ll make you feel alienated. It’s a lovely silver garment that feels like silk in your fingers. 

Agatha and Prudence eye it with interest, eyes curious and lustful, but say nothing as they leave the room to let you get ready. 

Everything goes according to plan at the Matching; everyone is paired up, including yourself. You luck out with your friend Zander. He’s like a taller, wider Ambrose Spellman, with dark dreads he’s dyed white at the ends. Fortunately for you, he shares your lack of… interest. 

You’re careful to go through the motions and not arouse suspicion. The Courting is actually fun for the two of you. You paint one another with the blood and milk but lay under the moon talking. It’s nice, a relief to be near a warlock who isn’t driven by his lust for the festivities of Lupercalia. 

Then comes the Hunt. 

Your witches look stunning. It takes everything in you to even let them out of your rooms, but you give in, if only because your real plans involve being in the forest together. 

Ambrose blows the horn to signal the start and the chase is on. You do your best to keep your eyes on Dorcas and Agatha; you trust that Prudence will appear when the time is right, since she’s managed to catch onto your plans. 

You catch Agatha and her match first. The place they’ve chosen isn’t hidden well and before he can lay another kiss on her, you’ve stuck an eldritch root under his nose. His eyes roll back in his head and he loses consciousness. 

“Are you going to help me?” You ask Agatha, laying her match gently on the ground. 

She’s pouting, “I was having a good time.” 

“I had plans for the four of us… but I guess if you’d rather stay with him…” 

“No, I’m coming.” Agatha sighs. 

You kiss her sweetly, just long enough to assuage any lingering upset. 

“I’ll let you have some extra fun with him at Dorian’s tomorrow.” You promise

Her beautiful face splits into a giddy smile and you laugh. Grabbing her hand, you pull her with you through the crowds of still-running matches, ignoring the screaming of a few girls, though it threatens to grate on your nerves. 

There’s dozens of girls wrapped in red, but you can’t seem to find the one with red hair. Then you hear it. Somewhere ahead is Dorcas’ voice, declaring something in hushed tones. 

You don’t look to see who she’s hanging on before shoving the root beneath his nose too. He drops and you catch Dorcas before she can fall too. She fights your hands and turns, freezing when she sees you and Agatha. 

“I see what’s going on here,” Dorcas giggles, “This feels dirty.” 

“That’s because it is.” Prudence says. 

She’s appeared seemingly out of nowhere and leans against the tree behind you. Her smile is devious. You can’t help the excitement in your chest at everything falling into place. 

“Shall we, darling?” Prudence asks you, making Agatha and Dorcas turn to you as well. 

With a smile, you flee into the woods, laughing. You hear them laughing and calling behind you. It doesn’t take long before you’re captured and the four of you finally engage in the Lupercalia celebration, mad with desire, beneath a hungry moon. 

[bonniebird]

Prudence Blackwood x Fem!Reader

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“We have to try something else.” Prudence said. You could tell by the waver in her voice that she was upset. 

“Prudence…” You started to speak but she waved you off, determined to complete her months-long task.

“I will find a way to get you back to normal.” Insisted as she poured over the book she’d been studying. Sighing, you waited a few moments before you cleared your throat and tried to tell her what had been on your mind for the last few days.

“You don’t need to.” You said firmly. She looked up at you in surprise as she processed what you were saying.

“(Y/N)! You can’t possibly mean that. Your powers, your mortality… You will lose it all.” She gasped and stepped away from the table that was laden with spell workings and old spell books. 

"Well, I’ll be a mortal. And I'm in love with you. And I don't care that you're a witch." You said slowly. When she didn’t say anything you quietly asked. “You don’t mind that I don’t have powers anymore?”

“Of course not.” She said quickly and hurried to embrace you. You let out a shaky sigh and smiled.

“We’re going to have to make some adjustments.” You muttered and she laughed. Pulling away she gestured towards one of the doors in the corner of the room.

“I’ll have to change the spells and wards so you don’t get lost once you leave. I wanted to keep mortals away but if I’m honest you’re the only mortal I’d want to keep around.” She said and grinned at you as you laughed.

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[povofjustme]

CAOS

You broken me

Angst

Summary: PB and AS had keep you a secret from the world. You had enough and broke up with them. Now they wish they can turn back time

prudence blackwood x ex lover x ambrose spellman

PSA- didn’t proofread it was too sad

There were days at the academy where you felt alone. It’s been 6 months now that you have been dating the witch and warlock and they still didn’t want to make it public. They would always hands on each other and or kiss and you would sit right there acting as if you had nothing to do with it.

At first, when they told you that they wanted to keep quiet, you didn’t think much about it. But the the longer it went on, you just felt like their dirty little secret. It was not fair to you. They would be all over each other in front of you in FRONT of other people. But if someone was to come up to you asking you, you would end up with the slice treatment from Prudence and Ambrose would just look disappointed. It wasn’t far.

The two nights before the Lupercalia you were all in the Ambrose bed you in the middle. After getting done devils tango. You got up grabbed the first shift to put on and used the bathroom. Washing your hands and waking back out. The two were whispering to each other.

“What are you two talking about over there” You walked back in and sat at the end of the bed. They both have a look on their face, and you could make out the look.

Ambrose was the first to break the moment of silence. “Uh was we just talking about the Lupercalia” he started with. “So what about it?” You asked “Well I know we talked about all 3 of us doing it together” he kept talking about it but it made you feel uneasy. “And we were hoping you can sit this one out” Ambrose finished out. “What do you mean? A month ago you promised we would”

You can feel the tears slowly falling out. This isn’t the first time they broke a promise. Prudence had crowded into your side, putting her hand on your shoulder. “ I know we did but” “But what Prudence? You guys always do this to me” You kept your voice low and steady. Since being with them, you have practiced talking while crying. Somehow it would always be you doing the crying because of them.

“Babe if you can just listen to our reasoning, you will understand” Ambrose came closer to you two but that’s not what you want. You started to get up slowly and put on your clothes. “Hey, hey now. Where do you think you’re doing” Prudence didn’t look like it but the sound of her voice panicked. “I thought we were having a sleepover?”

“You two can, am going home” one hand on the door handle. You feel someone's hand on yours. “No, you’re not. You are going to stay here and -“ “No I am not. I want to go home and sleep” “You can sleep here with us!” Prudence was now starting to show the panic. “Why would I?” “Why would you not?” For the first time in a while, you can hear Ambrose in the back.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and you didn’t understand why you told it to go on for so long. You had enough, you were tired of it all. You just wanted to go home. “Am done for the night, so let me hand go, now” Yet again, your voice was low and steady. “Not until you listen to us. So sit down”

You didn’t look at them. You just said a little spell under your breath and her hand was off of yours. You fast-walked down the stairs and put your shoes on by the door. You could hear the two coming. But then you saw Sabrina out of the corner of your eye. “Hey, I didn’t know you would be here” “Don’t worry, you won’t see me here again. Goodnight Sabrina” They gave you a ring a while ago. You knew they used it to locate you. You slipped it off your hand and gave it to Sabrina. You didn’t want them trying to find you.

“Here, I want to give this to you.” You grabbed her hand and put it on her right hand. You saw her put it on. “Wow, you want me to have this. It looks meaning” Sabrina had been a very good friend to you since she got to the Academy, so you hoped she didn’t think much about it. She didn’t even know about the 3 of you. You saw Prudence and Ambrose on top of the stairs. You hugged Sabrina and said goodnight. You just wanted to get out of the house and away from them.

That night you went home, not the Academy. You lived in the next town over. Riverdale. You took a shower and went straight to sleep after. The morning your parents didn’t even know you went home. You knew you needed an excuse to “stay home and play sick” you just needed your space. And your mom did just that. She called Father Blackwood and told him you came down with a stomach bug.

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You didn’t go to school for two days and you knew they were trying to contact you. Back at the school, they wanted to talk more and get you to understand them. But what was there to understand?

They found out that you gave Sabrina the right and wasn’t happy, mostly Prudence. But more upset that they couldn’t find you.

You wanted to end the “relationship”. And you were going to do just that. You had two days to yourself and then back to school. Not even being about to walk in your first class, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you into the empty room right across. You almost fell but Ambrose had got you before the floor did. He held you into him. You saw Prudence shut the door.

“Where the hell have you been, you went MIA on us.” Prudence was not having it. She went straight to the question. You could feel Ambrose's hands holding on you for dear life but you stepped out from it and fixing your outfit you had picked out. “We have been worried sick about you. And the little trick with the right, it wasn’t funny” You can feel her anger in every word

“You have nothing to say?” You looked down. “Am done” Your had thought everything through. You were going to break up with them at The Spellman home. And tell them you can all still be friends. But that all went out the window at the moment.

“What do you mean you done” Ambrose spoke out. “Am done, I can’t do this anymore. The hiding, the sneaking. Acting like am always the third wheel in front of everyone. Am done being y’all secret” You kept it all together. The days you were gone were spent crying your heart out. You had no more tears to give.

“You can’t surely mean that love, am sure we can talk about this” Ambrose spoke out but you weren’t having it. “But I do mean it. This, as isn’t working anymore. Am breaking up with you. This is me deciding for myself. And I know my worth, and this isn’t how I should be treated. You broke me!” But by the time you were done talking. They both had tears in their eyes

“Please say you don’t mean that? Please Tell me you're not going through with this!” Prudence y’allied out at you. You never in your years of knowing her seen her this mad. “Are you sure you wanna be yelling, don’t want people to know about me, right?” You wish it wasn’t this hard for them to let you go. It was clear, everything was clear for you now.

“We can give you some space and talk about this again, okay?” Ambrose stepped closer to you with every word. You could tell he was trying, trying to make you rethink everything. But you couldn’t, you were ready to go out and dance with whoever you wanted. Talk to whoever you want. Go on dates with someone(s) and hold has with that person(s) out in public without them feeling like they had to hide you. You wanted to be loved, not just in the dark.

“Respect my decision, mine.” They knew you weren’t gonna back down. You were never the type too. “We will respect your decision,” Ambrose said at last “You can’t be letting her do this!” “I am and we will. She just told us she isn’t happy. We need to let her be happy Pru”

There was nothing for you to say. You walked to Ambrose, gave him, and kissed him. You could feel him pulling you in more, knowing this would be the last time. When the moment was over you walked up to her, the woman you thought you were gonna be with till the day you die. She didn’t wait for you to say anything. She walked into your arms and kissed you. The kiss had so much love and passion. You didn’t want to let go but at the end of the day. This is for you.

No one said a word when you opened the door and walked out.

[frost-queen]

Tempting fate // part 2 (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)

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Summary: Lady Whistledown strikes, making your family suffer underneath her swift pen. Will her wrath push Colin away or while he stand his ground and stay? [ part 1 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 & part 8 & part 9 & part 10]

Dearest gentile reader,

This author finds herself compelled to share this news. The ton are abuzz with the latest gossip, and so it is my honour to impart to you; Y/n Featherington. The middlest of Featheringtons. One would ask what might occur for her name to fall of interest to this author. Well let this author share you all about Y/n Featherington…

Papers got stacked on each other. – “Get this out immediately. Those were the orders.” – one of the boys said taking a stack of pamphlets and giving it to the little kid. The kid nodded and ran out of the door. – “The latest Whistledown edition!” – he called out waving a pamphlet in his hand. No one was around yet on the streets, yet he felt compelled to shout it. Running as fast his little legs could carry him, he went to deliver an edition at each house of the ton.

Lady Featherington was still in her nightwear when she got woken up. A pamphlet of Lady Whistledown given to her. Baffled she accepted the pamphlet that got placed in her hands with haste. She turned the pamphlet around so she could read it. Her gaze fell immediately on a name. Her daughters name. Before reading anything more, she rushed out of her room. Knocking on each door of her daughter’s rooms. – “Wake up children!” – she called out.

You opened the door, rubbing your eye. – “What is it mama?” – you questioned as your sister Penelope appeared in her door opening as well. – “All of you downstairs.” – your mother spoke excitedly. – “What for?” – Philipa yawned out . You shrugged your shoulders at your sister, following Prudence down the stairs. Philipa groaned annoyed, ruffling her hand through her bed hair.

Penelope was the last to go downstairs, not having said a word. Mama orchestrated for you all to sit down. Philipa and Prudence sat beside each other. You sat before them on the ground. Penelope sitting alone in an armchair. – “We have been mentioned.” – mama spoke delighted, showing them the pamphlet.

“We have?” – Philipa answered curious. – “Was I mentioned too?” – Prudence asked. – “Y/n was.” – mama spoke as your eyes widened. – “I was?” – you spoke cautiously. Prudence lowered her hand on your shoulder. You took it, giving it a comforting squeeze. – “This is excellent news girls. We are finally getting noticed. Lady Whistledown finally agrees just how important we are as a family.” – mama went on. You looked up to your sisters with a hopeful smile.

You wanted nothing more for your sisters to receive the attention of noble men. For your family had not been so lucky in finding a match. – “Have you read it properly?” – Penelope said making you all look at her. Mama chuckled nervously. – “Well no… but what wrong can she write about my girls?” – Mama replied slowly getting insecure.

Philipa extended her hand wanting to read the pamphlet. Philipa got up approaching mama as she wasn’t getting it as fast as she wanted it. Philipa took the pamphlet from her, reading the first lines out loud till her words faded out to a whisper. Her eyes wide.

“What is it?” – you asked seeing the worry in your sister. – “Philipa?” – Mama spoke frightened. Philipa lowered the pamphlet, looking over at you. – “It’s about you sister… not in the nicest way.” – Philipa answered. – “Let me see.” – mama snatched the pamphlet out of her hands to read it for herself. Her hands clenched around the paper, her expression hardening. – “What is it?” – you repeated more worried.

Mama started reading a bit out loud. A section where all your flaws were openly explained. Your insecurities. How you would seduce any man just for attention. How from between your sisters, you might have the ugliest personality. Lies spread out in ink as you were none of those. Mama gasped desperately touching her forehead in distress.

You turned your head, laying it against your sister’s knees, sobbing loud. Prudence lowered her hand on you, wanting to comfort you. – “But mama that isn’t true.” – Prudence spoke defending you. – “It doesn’t matter if it is true or not! The entire ton will read this!” – she threw the pamphlet on the ground from distress.

You wiped some tears away, reaching for the pamphlet. You wanted to read it for yourself. See how lady Whistledown had dragged you through the mud. Ruined perhaps your reputation forever. For who would want to marry such a disgrace now? A girl who found pleasure in seeking men’s attention till they bored her out and she needed another one.

Reading the insults about you, made you cry loud. Prudence took the pamphlet from you, tearing it apart. You looked at your sister Penelope. Seeing her avoid eye contact. Her emotions well-hidden as she appeared unbothered. – “I am sorry mama.” – you cried out not sure why you were apologizing. Mama needed to sit down, too distressed to respond. You got up running up to your room, crying your heart out.

At the Bridgerton house it was still early. A few siblings in the Parlor. There was a knock on the door. Eloise gasped excitedly, jumping up. She rushed up to the man with a platter. A few editions of Lady Whistledown on them. She grabbed one eagerly, reading it with a flush on her cheeks. Her excitement faded out as she read more. – “What is it Eloise?” – Violet asked curious. – “Is it not exciting?” – Violet finished. – “No.” – Eloise responded. – “It is rather hurtful.” – she went on.

“Hurtful?” – Benedict questioned. – “It doesn’t feel like Lady Whistledown.” – Eloise outed. – “What has she written then?” – Anthony wanted to know. – “It’s all about Y/n Featherington.” – Eloise responded. Colin’s head lifted up with wide eyes.

He got up, going over to her to take the edition from her. He read a few lines as his expression tensed. – “Colin?” – Violet blinked confused when her son stormed out of the Parlor without a word. Violet asked for an edition, wanting to read for herself. She gasped, pressing her hand against her chest.

There were loud knocks on the door. Rushed and demanding to be opened. The door opened as he barged in, out of breath. The door from the Parlor opened as Penelope walked out. – “Oh Colin.” – she said happily at the sight of him. – “Why are you here?” – she asked curious. Colin rushed over to her, holding the pamphlet up. – “Where is Y/n?” – he wanted to know. Penelope changed her attitude just a smidge. – “Has she read this?” – he asked panting.

Penelope nodded. Colin exhaled concerned, wanting to move passed Penelope. Penelope moved, blocking his way. – “She doesn’t want to see you.” – she spoke. Colin stared with furrowed brows at her. – “I just want to speak to her. Make sure she is alright.” – Colin insisted upon, stepping aside, but Penelope followed his movement, blocking his path once more.

“She doesn’t want you.” – Penelope outed making Colin stared shocked down at her. Colin held the pamphlet up again. – “Lies! All of this are lies about Y/n. How can you stand here so coldly when your sister has been hurt?” – he wanted to know why she acted so coldly or unbothered. – “How am I to know it isn’t true?” – Penelope responded.

Colin gasped surprised. – “She’s your sister!” – he called out to her. – “Y/n would never…” – he breathed out. – “I must ask you to leave.” – She spoke showing him the door. – “But…” – Colin sputtered against her, but got pushed back by her. She practically showed him out. The door got slammed in his face. Puzzled he stared at the door, not familiar with that side of Penelope. With no other choice, he returned home. Hoping his actions might have not been the cause for these lies.

He never intended for you to be targeted. In that moment, he just wanted to show you, that his subtle signals had been projected onto you. It was you who he wanted to court. It was you who he felt compelled to marry. Not your sister Penelope. It was innocent to kiss you. He should’ve never done it, but he needed a way for you to see. For you to finally think of yourself instead of always thinking of your sisters first. Always putting them to the front and chase after their happiness while you forgot about yourself.

That was who you were. A sister who would defend and glorify your sisters at any given time. Not whatever lies lady Whistledown wrote about you. If he was being honest you had been pushing him away at any given time. Ignoring his clear signals as you could only think of your sister’s interests. Being blind that there was someone interested in you.

Mama took a deep breath. Tapping the fan in her hand into her palm. It was the clear the attention was on them. Phillipa and Prudence looking uncertain around. – “Chins up girls.” – Mama said with a plastered smile. You gulped soft, bringing your chin up to own your pride. Prudence took your hand for comfort. All of you started to walk. The crowd parting as you made your way through. It was almost unbearable to ignore the whispers. Seeing them huddle together to gossip.

Their glances and subtle points at you. You knew it must hurt your mama to be threated like this. The ton’s gossip as it did another dent in your reputation. One the Featheringtons didn’t have highly. It was hard to keep your head up. Hands were shaking as you rather disappeared. Be invisible than be the centre of attention. Prudence squeezed your hand tighter, feeling them shake in hers.

Mama took a position in the room near the walls. She started fanning herself from the nerves. Everyone was still watching, staring, gawking at you. Mama slapped her fan hard in her hand with a mean glare. Some men cleared their throats, looking immediately away. They slightly turned their posture to chatter again.

You stood beside mama, seeing how everyone did a great turn around you. Not daring to come near as if you had some sickness. – “Mama, perhaps I should head home.” – you told her. Thinking your presence was causing the illness. You were after all the reason for the gossip. – “No!” – mama answered firmly. – “That would not change anything.” – she sighed out. You hated being the cause of her worries. Deep down, you knew a part of her was disappointed in you.

Discontent you had shone such a light on the family. Your gaze fell on your sister Penelope. Seeing a certain glance in her eyes, made you furrow your brows. Something bitter in them. Holding her gaze felt threatening as you quickly looked away. – “This was supposed to be our season.” – Mama spoke, slapping her fan down her dress.

“Now look at us.” – She started fanning harder with one hand on her hip. – “Can we fall any lower?” – she sighed out. Feeling called out, your eyes became watery. You bowed to mama, before your tears could run like water. Leaving their side to disappear into the gardens. Wiping your cheek, you couldn’t hold it dry.

Hastening outside, you were greeted by a cold breeze. – “Y/n!” – you heard your name being called out. Seeing over your shoulder, it was Colin. Shaking your head, you kept walking. Colin rushed over not letting you slip through his fingers. – “Y/n.” – he said loud catching up on you. Out of breath, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a stop. – “Y/n.” – he repeated softer, tugging on you, wanting you to look at him. You sniffed loud, wiping your cheek dry. – “I’m so sorry.” – he spoke with a saddened look.

You turned your posture more to him. – “It’s not your doing.” – you answered. – “I shouldn’t have…” – he shook his head feeling dumb. His gaze met up with yours once more. – “Please…” – he brought his hand up, letting it brush against your cheek. You smiled saddened between the tears. You took his hand that laid against your cheek, bringing it slowly down. – “You shouldn’t be seen with me.” – you replied taking a step back from him.

“I do not care.” – he outed. Shaking your head, you turned around, walking off. – “Y/n.” – Colin called out, coming after you. – “Think of your reputation Colin.” – you told him. – “The hell with it!” – he shouted putting you to a stop.

“The hell with it all!” – he added with wide arms. – “Colin!” – you called out returning to him with fury. – “It is not because you were not mentioned yet, you wouldn’t be mentioned by her.” – you told him with frustration. – “Let her do her worst.” – Colin answered in seriousness. – “You don’t understand Colin, this was personal.” – you told him till something cliqued.

This was personal. Things had been mentioned only those closest to you knew. Things Colin didn’t even know. Looking past Colin, your gaze focused on the glass windows from top to bottom. A bright yellow figurine catching your eyes. Narrowing your eyes, you saw her clearer. Penelope.

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[wilson-the-gay-oncologist]

His Keeper| Male-reader/ Ebenezer Scrooge

pre-spirits, although the reader is kinda a spirit themselves, kinda

Summary: You are Scrooge's 'keeper', although he doesn't want you around feeling you'll break his heart, and you prove to be someone who'll stick around a little longer.

Title: His Keeper

Rated: E for everyone

"You are not my keeper," Scrooge grumbles, and you laugh, "And who said?" Scrooge wants you to go away, to leave him be, he was known as the most hated man in town, well you were just the casual kind farmer, "Go away L/N," you wipe snow from your robes and roll your eyes. "Why should I?" you ask, he glares at you and opens the door to his home, Prudence sits down as if protesting to leave you outside.

"Come, Prudence," he mutters eyes glancing away from you, he was so cute when he was mad. "Yeah, I'll be okay!" You kneel and pet the dog, Prudence yaps and pads off into the house.

You sigh and wipe off the white dust as you walk off, he slams the door. Casual Ebenezer, you laugh softly.

---------Day after

"I'm here with the bread!" you shout entering and secretly hiding 30 pounds (Money) in Bob's hand, you whisper "get your family something nice", your size blocking Scrooge's sight of the generous act, you knew as long as he didn't see it, he couldn't complain about it.

He rolls his eyes and you smirk, "so what are ya doing," you ask him, and he crosses his arms, "Nothing," you sigh and smirk, "Mind if I come to dinner then?" Bob sneaks out of the shop. Scrooge notices and raises an eyebrow. "Your letti-" You grab Scrooge and laugh loudly twirling him about. You bring him outside and everyone turns.

"What's going on?" asked a passerby, "Y/N and Scrooge?" Scrooge groans in exasperation. You lean into his face with your own and give a gentle peck on his lips. "I love you," you whisper, he scowls but then whines "Why out here?" he asks. "To let everyone see you can love Ebenezer." You kiss him and everyone gasps, Scrooge turns red with embarrassment. "I hate you, L/N," he shouts then you cup his face, your warm hands over the soft fur-like hair, and kiss him again "I love you too," he wraps his arms over your neck and enters it, soon your gasping for breath while he cuddles into your chest.

(Sorry it's late)

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

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[godjo]

✮ — altar girl.

hasn’t it been written that wherever the fire of evil blazes, a god will be there to douse it? but who saves the damned if a god kindled the fire?

tags — true form!sukuna x concubine/f!reader. 3k wc. explicit smut. dubcon at first (trust me in this one pls). exhibitionism. thigh riding. doggy style. manhandling. rough sex. womb fucking. humongous cock!sukuna (hello???). multiple orgasms. mindbreak. drool. cunnilingus bordering on tongue-fucking. orgasm denial once. he carries you. creampie. lots of cum. fuckton of religious symbolism. physical violence against the reader but not from sukuna. sukuna calls you brat like one time. minors, ageless, and blank blogs dni.

from hunter — not to be dramatic or whatever but i do feel like this fic took a huge chunk off of my sanity … the things i do for sukuna omg … if this flops i will officially retire from tumblr /j + also it's 3 am for me so i didn't proofread the last bits and i prolly got lazy ... ha ha ... ✮

gods exist. 

the annals of history tell us so.

they exist in a way that no mortal can comprehend, for a god is more than a face. they leave their imprints not with their feet but with the rise and fall of dynasties, the ruination of empires, and the death of kings. they materialize as the birth of a deluge and they rise as the reason for war. it is not the body that proves their existence but the carnage they leave behind. 

they have manifested before human eyes through myriad guises, and once again incarnated in the flesh of ryomen sukuna. 

many have met their untimely demise at his hands; he walks the earth with their tormented souls at his feet. from village to village, their numbers increased until a procession of weeping thickened behind him. hundreds of graves mark the land since his advent, and yet the heavens remain deaf to the hysterical prayers for justice. only he can hear the prayers; only he laughs at them. 

they say he is a devil. you say he is a god. because only a god can saturate the earth with blood and emerge unpunished from such transgression. hasn’t it been written that wherever the fire of evil blazes, a god will be there to douse it? but who saves the damned if a god kindled the fire? 

ryomen sukuna, in a form of some twisted mockery, decides to act the part. and so like every famished god, he demands a sacrifice to satisfy his voracious appetite. you would think that a house of gold would placate his hunger for blood, but riches mean nothing to him. his appetite needs flesh and it is flesh he got. 

“have i been too lenient that you’d dare fight amongst yourselves when i’m not around?” his voice reverberates inside the room. low, guttural, and pregnant with malice. it is enough to scorch everyone’s lungs with tension. 

you want to run away from this nightmare. go back to the peaceful bliss of mundanity when sukuna is only a piece of horrifying tale used to frighten children and not an absolute being seated cross-legged mere inches away. you try transporting your mind back to the days before his pillaging, before your village succumbed to his authority. yet his pervasive presence obstructs all your pathetic attempts at nostalgia. 

“look at what you did to the poor girl.” two of his four hands sweep you from your position to his lap, parading you to the rest of tearful eyes looking at him with entreaty. 

and it stings— their eyes. you’re in the claw of a savage hound from hell, ready to be devoured, with only your hadajuban as protection. even in this pitiful state, they offer no sympathy. their tears are for themselves alone despite their cruelty being the reason for your shared plight.

selfish bitches. 

“was it jealousy that caused this infighting? have i not divided my attention to all of you equally?” sukuna continuously taunts, lacing his voice with poisonous prudence. he fools no one and that’s what urges him forward. everyone knows that his seemingly laidback attitude is plain derision. nonetheless, he tastes the lingering hope in each of your faces before dragging his teeth along such pathetic daydreams.

“y… you have, my lord,” one of the women answers, her voice betraying a noticeable stutter. “if you would permit me to speak, i can offer his lordship an explanation for what transpired in the courtyard.”

sukuna emits a languid sigh as he rests his cheek upon his fist. he runs a rough hand down your arm, triggering vibration in the pit of your stomach. his hand is as huge as your face, his fingers long enough to snap your neck with ease. despite the surge of terror, you fight the urge to retch.

after a moment of battling your dread, it’s repulsion that filled you afterwards. repulsion rising from the woman’s explanation for your wretched state. the rest of the women nod their heads along with her account of how you tripped on a slippery stone multiple times, causing your current injuries, as if you’re a toddler who cannot orient her legs properly. 

they will save themselves with falsehood. 

sukuna yawns after the woman’s narration. his set of eyes seeking you after in the silence. 

“this matter is of your stupidity, then? you’ve wasted my time, brat.” he dips his cadence in amusement and disgust. 

anger flares within you, filling your nose and ears with the bitter scent of hatred, yet its heat descended down your throat, dampening your ability to defend yourself. what is one against many? there are twenty concubines in this room and nineteen of them just sold you to your demise for unintentionally raising this trifle to the lord of the land.

all of this— all of this merely because they have immersed themselves in playing a game in which you’ve been excluded since your arrival. after all, you’re just another competition for sukuna’s attention. 

“have mercy, my lord,” you whisper, on the verge of losing your sentience. “i… i mean no disrespect. it’s… it’s stupid of me—”

sukuna drawls, “speak no more of your nonsense. i have heard enough.” 

distressed apologies race past your mouth, along with entreaties that he spares your life. but you should’ve known that a god won’t turn his back on the sacrifice of blood. 

thus, when his enormous body finally moves to encase your fragility, you close your eyes and with jittering teeth have accepted your fate. you wait for the final release of death, a snap or his fist through your heart, but none came. instead, at your feet lay your torn garments, casting your nakedness before the other concubines in a humiliating display. the crisp air blows against your nipples, causing them to pucker tight. the same air turns your blood gelid, your bones immovable. 

“now, let’s see what all the fuss is about.” from behind, sukuna gropes your breasts, swirling the tips of your nipples with his fingers. “i’ll kill anyone who looks away.” the warning is vehement, ripe with threat, that even mere insects won’t dare defy it. 

is this the ultimate act of worship? to be stripped of all your layers? to be eaten?

his lips latch onto the bareness of your neck, sharp teeth dragging across the skin. the silence is thick, saved for the sound of your uneven breathing and the rustling of fabric as the concubines shift uncomfortably on their seats. sukuna’s wet and unusually long tongue starts licking the base of your shoulder to the back of your ear, before placing his thick and robust thigh between your quivering legs. 

your exposed cunt sticks to his skin, pussy folds flapping open. with practiced ease, as if manipulating the strings of a marionette, he subtly guided your movements. he has your pulsing clit riding the ridges of his thigh as if gushing all over will save you from inevitable demise. 

“m… mhm!” no longer entirely in control of your own form, you turn and sway in a helpless dance to his hands’ command. a gasp tinged with surprise and undeniable pleasure, escapes your lips and echoes softly in the confines of the room. you feel the searing heat of the concubines’ gazes drilling into you, a tangible weight of disapproval and something more primal — a flicker of envious fascination.

“for a condemned woman, aren’t you loving this too much?” sukuna takes the reins to your body. with speed that has your heavy tits bouncing, he secures your waist and drags your slick pussy faster and more recklessly. 

pleasure, sharp and electric at first, surges through your core, blossoming outwards like a firework. your cunt clenches and unclenches involuntarily, a delicious tremor wracking your body. the world narrows, sound and sight fading at the edges as every nerve ending sings with a single, glorious purpose. slowly, the intensity ebbs to leave a pleasant afterglow that paints your limbs with a newfound weight.

you’re but a tiny speck compared to sukuna’s imposing body; a feeble creature under the jurisdiction of a god. 

possessive hands have found you in your fleeting refuge, scooping your lower body up like you weigh nothing. with the tip of his finger he traces the curve of your spine, pressing enough weight to flatten your stomach against the tatami mat. 

“even your back is filled with lacerations,” he points out brusquely.

sukuna’s hefty cock drops to the base of your spine, its puffed up cocktip lazily pulsing to leak his thick liquids of pre-ejaculate. it must’ve been a whole arm laying heavy against your spine, warm with a gluttonous desire to ram itself through the sloppy confines of your pussy. 

and you lay there, waiting for his teeth and his claws and his animalistic hunger to devour. he presses his chest to your back, filling your ears with promises that he’s going to feed on you, eat you down to the marrow of your bones— and you’ll love it. 

“look at them,” sukuna hisses as he tugs at your forehead, “i want you to look at them while i fuck you.”

with your flesh you’ve received him like some kind of communion from root to tip. he hammers your cunt with his cock, until the heat of his savage lust reaches the pit of your belly. you feel his warmth soiling your cervix and uterus with every vigorous thrust. 

“oh! m… mhm!”  completely overtaken by sukuna, your thighs can only twitch as he destroys your insides. 

“you’re soaking wet,” he groans in your ear, deliberately adjusting his pace so he can coat his thick girth all over with your creamy hole, “and so fucking tight.” 

sukuna grunts like a wounded animal each time his cocktip kisses the smooth spot of your womb. a sheen of sweat glazes his body, tattoos aglow in the lanterns, from manically fucking your cunt. he bares his fangs whenever you tighten around his shaft enfolded with prominent and proud veins. 

the once vibrant forms of the concubines, their faces alight with prurient interest, dissolve into a sea of indistinct shapes as fog descends upon your sight. you’ve been reduced to a babbling and drooling mess, unable to grasp the reality that you’re being mounted and fucked to madness before several witnesses.

sukuna extends his hand, searching for your abandoned clit during his primal need to turn your pussy to pulp. 

“there it is,” he breathes against your clammy cheek, satisfied at his discovery. 

“n… no! not there…!” you pant as the last thread of reason frays and snaps. 

a tempestuous force of pleasure sweeps through you, leaving behind a tremor that has shaken you to the core. around you, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations spins until a guttural moan runs from your lips, delivered by the exquisite torment of rapture. your nails scrape desperately across the tatami mat, clinging at the remnants of spilled sanity. 

sukuna cackles at your desperation to find a moment’s reprieve. the roughened end of his fingers dip into your yielding flesh as he forcefully slams your pussy back to his cock.  

“you’re not going anywhere,” he pronounces frenziedly, his eyes blowing wide. sukuna’s desperation for release intensifies to the point where he’s blatantly manhandling you, brutalizing your cunt and his cock during the process of reaching zenith. flesh meets flesh, fervid thrusts after fervid thrusts, until he feels that familiar coil in his own stomach. 

sukuna plugs your abused cunt with inconceivable amounts of cum. his cock pulses wildly, shooting globules straight to your womb it’s almost physically possible to feel his viscous cum filling every crevice of your uterus. when he’s finally pulled out, ropy cum still links his raw cocktip to your pulsing pussy hole. despite such a mind-numbing culmination, sukuna’s cock refuses to yield. it springs up proudly, aching for another taste.  

“what a sight,” sukuna issues with cavernous and demonic utterance, pertaining to your body lying inert upon the tatami mat. he sweeps the sodden hair from his brow with a lordly air, his pride evident in the contemptuous curve of his lips. 

look at the state he’s reduced you to. his thick ejaculation pools around your lower body because your little pussy can’t hold all of him. with an indifferent shrug, sukuna lowers his formidable body to your level. and only when the malevolent glint in his eyes becomes apparent does the gravity of the situation dawn upon you.

he starts fucking your cunt with his tongue.

you grit your teeth in response as sukuna places your knees upon his shoulders, burying the slimy width of his tongue in your heated pussy. it’s no mere licking— he’s practically shoved his tongue up your gummy walls, toying with the warmth of his cum pooled in your poor cunt while simultaneously licking your puffed up clit. 

“o… oh! c… can’t— please, please!” drool seeps between your gritted cuspids after your hysterical plea.

pearlescent tears warm the corner of your eyes. your sensitivity from his rigorous fucking has not yet abated, but another swell of release approaches at a hand’s reach. down to your heart, the bundles of nerves and veins constrict painfully because it’s too much. you have nowhere else to put the pleasure— the imminent pinnacle will utterly ruin you.

i’m losing my mind

i’m losing my mind

i’m losing my mind—

when ecstasy is but a heartbeat away, sukuna withdraws, denying you the finality your body craves. as if saved from drowning, you suck in and grace your lungs with air only to be propelled back to the brink of delirium when he lifts you up from the floor like a breeze. 

with carnal ferocity, he seizes the meaty flesh of your haunches with two of his limbs, while the others secure your torso. there and there, sukuna slots his insatiable cock in your dribbling cunt; an act that he’s accomplished without effort because you’re so wet, he’s slid right in. 

everyone has witnessed sukuna’s cock abusing your tingling pussy; all can see how he bounces your tingling cunt along his stiff length without strain. 

“yes… squeeze my cock like the obedient girl you are,” he sibilates on your face, followed by a harsh chuckle. “you can’t hear me now, can you?”

the voice is a distant echo, barely perceptible to your waning senses. your body, devoid of strength, limps completely in sukuna’s embrace. he buries his face in the crooks of your damped neck, groaning and babbling as he ruts into your swollen pussy. 

“how come you’re still so fucking tight?”

hasn’t he prepared you for his sheer girth? hasn’t he stimulated your pussy enough to hug his cock smoothly and effortlessly? you’ve already coated his balls shiny with all the slick your cunt has produced, but sukuna’s chest tightens because you’re milking him with a viselike grip. 

yes, it is human that he’s even affected by this carnal desire. what more can he do? he feels faint with exultation merely by fucking you. 

sukuna pumps your pussy to the hilt with slow yet profound thrusts. he bares his teeth down the blade of your shoulder as the maelstrom of release engulfs him completely. battered by waves of ecstasy, he grunts with your flesh between his teeth, the rough sound reverberating deep from his belly.

you must’ve reached the peak with him— you absolutely cannot tell. the only thing that your puddled mind can grasp is the swirl of his potent cum in the pit of your womb and the endless pulse of your cunt as you struggle to accommodate his release. 

petrified and silent, the remaining concubines are as fixed in place as if struck by an immobilizing spell. yet they watch— they watch intently while sukuna’s cock throbs with white strings of cum dripping from your cunt hole down to his balls and thighs. a hefty amount pools beneath him, oozing from where the both of you are connected. 

the envy that consumed them is a silent, suffocating thing, a palpable presence thick enough to choke. this envy deepens as they witness the delicacy with which sukuna has placed your dormant body on his own tatami mat. they grit their teeth secretly, throwing every known curse your way. may your womb not bear the fruits of sukuna’s seed, they vehemently pray. 

for ryomen sukuna, it’s nothing but a moment’s weakness, a foreign string of unknown emotion that you’ve managed to evoke from him. and even though he’s beyond human grace, he’s wasted your body to his own satisfaction, it’s only right to touch you with his claws retracted.

“performance is over, my dearests,” sukuna announces while a smirk tugs at his lips. facing his concubines, he dons his fundoshi haphazardly that it barely covers what it means to hide. 

“w… what will become of her, my lord?” one dares to ask. 

a fleeting, imperious gaze from sukuna sweeps over you before ushering the women from the opulent chamber. “you shouldn’t worry yourselves about such trivial matters. she will meet her own reckoning by my hands.”

a wave of malicious satisfaction ripples through the group as they exchange covert nods. you’re already a dead woman. with poisonous glee, they bow before ryomen sukuna with their faces shaped in unbridled mirth. 

“make sure that my wives are accompanied home safely,” sukuna orders the nearest guards. he tastes their fear hanging heavy in the air just by being in his presence. oh, humans. 

as the group began to retreat, they cast over their shoulders a flurry of flirtatious farewells to the imposing sukuna. however, before they could vanish entirely from sight, his deep voice cut through their progress.

“guards, before i forgot…” sukuna displays a grotesque smile filled with malice. “kill them all. i want nineteen heads on my feet tomorrow.”

they say he is a devil. 

you say he is a god. 

and despite all the names, sukuna has found himself a place of worship, with you as his altar.