#YOUR LAMB GIVES ME THE WARM AND FUZZIES

[joffyworld]

VOID HEART GOAT DESIGN AAAAAAAHHHHHH

How the goat got that password (real)

[bamfkeeper]

Beautiful Devil

RQ: 'Hi, I have a request: a fic about NightcrawlerxFem!Reader, Beauty and the beast AU, starting it like the fairytale (Reader decide to sacrifice herself for her father because the scared man THINK the mysteriuos blue creature ask him to bring one of his daughters in his place). Maybe in the finale you can add the mob attacking the castle like in the episode of the '90 serie, with Graydon Creed guiding the mob (you can't look at that man and don't think he's a variant of Gaston). Just don't turn Kurt into a human, I love our fuzzy Elf. Thanks!' - @historygirl93

Warnings: F!reader, some violence, minor character death. Unedited.

A/N: I think this is a cute idea, I love the story. I don't see how Kurt could ever be viewed as 'beastly' he's too sweet. The fairytale is a longer story and involving all the details would take me a long time to write, so I did what I could to get the idea of the story across. I did my best, it was slightly challenging, and I changed just a few details just because I thought it would be better for the story.

WC: 2.2k

The village held such a prejudice against the blue demon who lived in the abandoned church. Rumors of yellow glowing eyes and a shadow with a devil's tail flicking in the dark, crawling on the walls like a hellish insect. A monster, the children of the village feared him just as much as the adults, whom had weapons ready to kill if he dared leave the cathedral.

Your father was highly religious. He wanted to banish the devil from the church once and for all, to purify the holy ground, but believed that only a sacrifice would satisfy the creature. You were horrified at first, being so helplessly given away as a sacrifice, you were the lamb that was about to be beheaded for no reason.

Upon being abandoned at the cathedral, surrounded by the harsh cold and snow, you thought you'd freeze to death. To your initial horror and surprise, the devil appeared. He flashed in front of you in black and purple smoke, like they rose from the ashes of Hell. You were far too tired and exhausted, so before you knew it, your body was wrapped and you were inside.

You felt the warmth of the fire inside the stone furnace, you sat up and watched the orange flames dance quietly while the blanket remained wrapped around your drenched form. The snow melted away and left you wet and still somewhat cold. But you were at least inside...

Once you regained enough bearings, you looked around for the devil, wondering where he was and what he was going to do to you. You felt fearful, your mind having heavy thoughts invading your mind of horrific treatment. While you searched the dark room, you saw his eyes peering to you from the darkest corner, tiny irises of gold staring through your soul.

"It's you..." your voice muttered out quietly, "You're the devil." Your hushed tone made him tilt his head slightly, he slowly walked around the wall, the far shadows hiding most of him.

"Nein...I am no Teufel..." he spoke back, his voice was even and not nearly as intimidating as you thought it would be. "I was born like this. But I am no demon." He stepped closer as he spoke to you, his appearance becoming more visible in the firelight. He had blue skin and sharp teeth like the villagers said, a long tail with a devil's spade, sharp nails and pointed ears...

"You look like one," you shakily retorted, still on edge of what his intentions were and you weren't about to fall victim without a fight. He only chuckled back, empty and somewhat...sad.

"I know."

He sat down near you, a few feet away, looking at you and slowly giving a smile, trying to be friendly. "I won't hurt you, I wouldn't ever." He paused, then continued, "Besides, a demon cannot step inside a church." He reasoned, holding out a three fingered hand to you. "Hab keine Angst."

You were cautious, but after seeing he wasn't nearly as horrifying as the town made him seem, you reached out and touched his hand. His skin was warm, he was fluffy. He felt like soft velvet, not like cold scaled skin you had been told was the skin of the devil.

Over the following weeks, you became closer to each other. You warmed up quickly after his efforts to try to appear not so scary, and once you spoke more often, he was actually very sweet and kind. You watched him feed birds and squirrels, holding the seeds in his palms and speaking to the birds as if they could understand him.

His favorites were the blue jays.

He showed you the cathedral, leading you through the massive church and showing you around. He showed you the library with lots of books along the walls, the studio where old paints and canvases were. He gave you plenty of things to do, and he provided you with good food, a large space to sleep, he treated you well. He was kind and sweet and...attractive.

You couldn't help but feel yourself get pulled towards him. Feel yourself get swept up by his chivalry and charm. He showed off in front of you, entertaining you with his skills as an acrobat and swordsman, he even let you try to swing one of his swords.

It was much heavier than you thought, making his skills all the more impressive.

You got word that your father had fallen very ill, and you wanted to see him. Kurt didn't want you to leave, scared you'd never return again. He held your hands and looked at you in the eye, his worry etched on his face. "You won't abandon me, will you?" he asks softly, "I don't wish for you to go..." he brings your hand up to his cheek, rubbing his face into your palm.

Your heart melts and you sigh, "I promise I'll come back. I just...want to make sure my father is okay..." you whisper back. You knew how he felt, being abandoned was one of his biggest fears. All he had been in his life was abandoned, by his mother, this town, sometimes he felt as though God himself has abandoned him.

With great reluctance, he let go and you rushed back into the village, desperate to see your sickly father. You were still angry he left you to die, but he was still your father. When you made it back, you came to his bedside and saw how terrible he looked. You had no idea what he had, but he looked on the verge of death.

Word got loose that you were in the town, somehow surviving the 'demon' who resided in the abandoned church. The town's greatest 'champion,' Graydon, nearly stormed up to your home and forced his way in. His voice loud and demanding, he as angry and furious with you.

The vile man had attempted to court you before. You always denied him. Why would you want to be with someone as crude and hateful as Graydon?

"How did you escape that wretched demon?" he demanded, yanking you from your father's bedside. He held your arm tight and stared at you with fury in his eyes. "That beastly creature will invade our town because of you! You were his sacrifice! Leaving signifies that the deal is broken! You've doomed all of us!"

Your eyes were wide as he basically screamed in your face, his cool was gone and he looked like he wanted to hurt you. You tugged against his strong hold, grunting as you tried to get free. "He's not a monster, or a demon! He's just a man!" You shouted back, "He's kind, gentle, he wouldn't hurt a soul!"

Graydon laughed at you, yanking you closer again. "You are lucky you are pretty, girl...you are such a naïve little thing. That devil is evil, and you have succumbed to his incubi ways. Don't worry, I'll make sure I fix that little head of yours up and rid you of the corruption he has brought upon you."

He threw you down, you hit your head and everything became a hazy mess. You heard his footsteps leave, his heavy boots hitting the old wooden floors with anger. You tried to lift yourself up, but you hit your head too hard. The world was spinning around you, but you didn't want any harm to come to Kurt. Graydon was as ruthless as he was egotistical, and he was dead set on murdering Kurt. He always had been, telling tall tales of cutting off his head and hanging it over the statue in town square.

You could hear his voice, rallying the town and heading up the treacherous path to the abandoned cathedral. You felt your heart ache, your body fading to unconsciousness from the injury.

When you regained consciousness, your body ached but the thought of Graydon already at the church gave you a newfound form of energy. You jerked up, your father had been too weak and sick to help, while you worried for him, the memory of him giving you up to die was there. You had to make a choice, and your heart had been decided.

You needed to get to the church.

You stumbled out to the stables, your body staggering as your brain felt fuzzy and heavy. You probably had a concussion, but right now that wasn't important. You didn't have a horse of your own, you prayed that the one you made it to wouldn't buck you off. The stallion let out a soft nicker, you rubbed its neck, your hand weakly holding onto the mane and you forced your body to mount.

The horse moved a few steps, adjusting to your weight. No saddle, it'll have to do.

You squeezed your legs and held on, the horse moved forward and with your encouragement it began a steady gallop through the trail that led up to the church. The horse was fast and bareback was hard for you to hold on, especially with a head injury. the horse sensed your wavering weight and tried to steady its run.

Over the hill was the church, and the stallion ran you right inside the broken down doors. You heard loud shouting, men fighting, and the sight that came to view was horrible.

Most of the men were down, unconscious, and Graydon was shooting arrows at Kurt, who had been disappearing in puffs of smoke, reappearing in other places. His yellow eyes blazed and he hissed at Graydon, landing kicks and punches to the larger man. You shouted at them to stop, but your voice fell on deaf ears.

The torches the other men had been carrying caught the tapestries and the flames eagerly began to eat the fabric and grow. The horse reared up, and you fell off its back as it ran out of the church. You sat up and cried out at Graydon, "Stop it! Don't hurt him! Can't you see what you're doing?!"

Kurt's teleporting soon became predictable, Graydon memorized the pattern and he shot an arrow into Kurt's leg right as he reappeared again. Kurt let out a strangled cry, stumbling from the beams and to the ground. By now the flames had consumed the entire room, smoke became thick and Graydon towered over Kurt's body. His eyes reflecting the fire, his face red and his hair a mess. He looked like the devil now, the fire only adding to his hellish desires to smite out Kurt's existence.

"Die, I cast you down to the pits of Hell where you belong!" Graydon tore a blade from his sheath, raising it above his head. But Kurt's eyes were focused on the burning wood above him, and he managed to teleport from that spot right as the wooden beams fell from the ceiling. Kurt reappeared by you, his fuzzy arms wrapped around yours as he teleported you outside. The last thing you saw in the church were the large beams falling onto Graydon's body, crushing him.

When you reappeared outside, you saw Kurt was hurt from the fight. He had two arrows in his body, one in his leg and one in his back, several lacerations from fighting the others and some parts of him had been burned. He let out a deep cough and he laid beside you, unresponsive.

"Kurt?? Kurt! Wake up!" You shook him, gently at first but it became more frantic when you noticed his lack of response. "Please get up!" You felt tears prick your eyes, your head swiveled around, looking for anyone to help. You weren't sure what to do, you felt hopeless. After you thought he was gone, his tail twitched at your side, gently curling up around your thigh weakly.

"Kurt??" You asked quickly, glancing down at him. You could see the exhaustion on his face, the weakness, but he nodded back. He gave you a weak smile, his yellow eyes soft and pure.

"Liebe..." he whispered back, his hand held yours and he pulled you closer. Your body naturally obeyed and you let your lips find his, both weakly pressing together as the two of you kissed for the first time. It felt so right, his hand cupped your face and his tail wrapped around you, being so weak but loving all at the same time.

You hadn't noticed the other townspeople had been watching from the trees, seeing how gentle and sweet you were to him. They could see that Kurt didn't resemble a creature of Hell like they thought, while he did seem odd looking, he didn't look to be horrific as they predicted. Their imaginations took over and the tall tales took over their logic.

When you broke the kiss, he smiled up at you. "You....came back..." he rasped, he was hurt still, but he was okay. He'd live. That's all you needed to know.

"Of course I came back...I told you I would..." you whispered sweetly, guilt gnawed at your core, "If I hadn't left then..."

Kurt cut you off, shushing you, "Nein, liebe...do not worry...the church can be rebuilt...I am going to be fine. What's another small scar? My fur will cover it anyway." He added, giving you a playful smile.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, "Oh, Kurt...don't make me laugh right now..." You muttered, some of the onlookers came to aid you in bringing him to the town to get treatment from the doctor there. You knew he'd be okay. The awful stories were debunked and the town appeared to accept him.

You had your love, safe and sound, and the real demon of the town had been snuffed to ash.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[lum13]

fever dream

In which Wednesday Addams offers you her blood.

Wednesday Addams x fem! Reader

“Drink my blood.” The girl deadpanned, immediately drawing your attention.

“What?” You asked, confused. The comment was so sudden that you thought you had heard her wrong.

“Your body is aching for blood and I can feel it from miles away. Don’t try to argue with me.” Wednesday said as she stared into your eyes, making you swallow, feeling small under the intense gaze of the girl’s.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” You waved your hand in an awkward manner, trying to convince your girlfriend. “You know Vampires can drink animal’s blood.” 

“I also know that you feel sick after drinking the blood they give you.” Wednesday crossed her arms. “Those lamb blood they gave you didn’t seem to work well for your stomach. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“Drink my blood.” She tried again, this time, leaning forward, only leaving a few inches away from your face.

“I-“ you started, but closed your mouth a second later. Your lips opened and closed as you were desperately trying to come up with something to say. But as time went, she was slowly leaning closer and closer, making your mind go blank and eyes fixing down to her lips.

You were too gay for this right now.

Before you could think, your head was pulled into her shoulder, your lips against her bare skin. Her hands held the back of your head forcefully yet so tenderly.

“Suck.” She ordered, making shivers run down your spine. You hesitantly licked softly at her skin, searching for the right spot. Your mind slowly turned fuzzy from the rising excitement, your hands gripping Wednesday’s waist. She stilled at your touch, but eased nonetheless.

“You sure?” You murmured, slightly sucking her skin when you found the spot, bringing the blood up— leaving trails of purple marks.

“Just. Do it.” She clenched her jaw, stopping herself from shivering under your lips. 

You let a small okay before finally biting in, welcoming the warm blood into your tongue, feeling the liquid down your throat, and sighed drunkenly at the missed taste.

Wednesday bit her lips down to cancel out all the noises from slipping from her mouth. Your tongue lapped at her shoulder as you sucked for more— your hands climbing up to your girlfriend’s back, gripping her shoulder blades as you brought her closer.

Her blood was so addicting.

It was a few seconds later that you were pulled back to earth. Wednesday stumbled into your arms, and your clouded eyes immediately cleared as you supported you both from falling into the mattress with your left arm. “Woah, are you okay?” You asked worryingly, letting her go when she struggled under your grip. 

She freed herself from your arms and leaned into the bed with both of her hands, preventing from falling while fighting her headache. World spun from her blood loss, and she sucked in a breath, blinking as her blurry vision cleared.

Her eyes found yours as you stared back with concern. Her gaze trailed to your lips, which was smeared with her blood, before meeting your eyes again. Slowly, she made her way towards you, before trapping you in her arms, pinning you against the mattress.

“Do that again.” 

Your bloody lips curled into a smile before you lunged into her.

[quinntessentialquixotic]

@aka-indulgence I heard it was your birthday not too long ago!! So, take this as a belated birthday gift :))

I do hope you'll be happy with it; it's the first thing I've written since January, so I hope it won't disappoint! <3

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As you push open the door to the café, you shiver, pulling your fuzzy coat tightly around your body. The door closes behind you and you glance around, taking in the cozy café for the nth time.

Killer is idly throwing and catching a knife in his hands until he sees you, casually setting the weapon aside. His Soul transforms into a light pink and he gives you a big grin. "heeeya. couldn't sleep again?"

You can help but smile back, shaking your head as you head to the counter. "Unfortunately, it seems like I'm destined to have a backwards sleep schedule. It's a good thing this place is only open at night."

"you could say it's fate," he winks one of his empty eyesockets.

Laughing softly, your eyes observe the empty store. "By the way, where's Horror and Dust?"

"dusty's takin' out the trash and probably outside for a smoke break. horror is in the kitchen, i think." He rears his skull back to check in the back of the store, past the open doorway. "oi, horror! your little lamb is here!"

There's a huge clang as Horror presumably drops something. Several more loud noises follow as he scrambles to get himself together before he appears out of the kitchen, his eyelights on you. "...hi." As he takes in your form, the black pinprick in the middle of his red eyelights expands, not unlike a cat's.

You smile kindly at him, "hullo. How's your night been?"

He takes a moment to respond, gathering his courage. "...better, now that you...you're here." A warm red blush spreads across his cheekbones as he gazes at you.

"Awh, that's so sweet of you." You can't help the smile (and slight blush) that comes across your face.

Killer sighs dramatically, "you're supposed to be paying attention to me!" He demands, "what's your order, darling?"

You giggle, "uhm...I'm thinking..." You blink, "well, shit, I'm actually conflicted on what to get..." Groaning, you lean on the counter, glancing at both Horror and Killer. "What do you guys think? Should I get some hot chocolate or some warmed, spiced milk?"

The latter answers immediately, "hot chocolate, of course." He smirks, leaning against the cashier. "after all, your drink should be as sweet as you are."

Choking, you clear your throat, flustered. "Damn, that's...that's..." You avert your eyes. "That's certainly something..." You clear your throat again.

"i think the milk would be better. it's less heavy and it's proven to help people fall asleep." Horror counters, his working eyesocket narrowing at Killer.

"It seems we're at an impasse," you frown, grumbling. "Oh, hey, I know! Can you guys get Dust and Nightmare, please? I know there's four of you, but you can maybe come to an agreement...?" You ask, hopeful.

The two of them stare at you for a moment before mumbling various forms of agreement, a blush staining both of their cheekbones. Horror leaves the front counter first, going into the kitchen and to Nightmare's office whilst Killer finds Dust, who should be outside.

You wait patiently, taking off your coat, since the café is heated decently. Setting it on the back of a chair, you lean down to check on the pastries in the display case, your stomach growling as your mouth waters. "I should get something to eat..." You mumble to yourself.

It's almost as if it's perfect timing since the four monster skeletons soon join you at the front of the shop. You straighten yourself, smiling at all of them. “Welcome back…and good evening, Nightmare, Dust.”

Nightmare greets you pleasantly, “Good evening, my dear.”

Dust remains silent, glaring at his feet. You glance at him, curious and a tad concerned. However, before you can open your mouth to speak, he interrupts you. “killer told me that you don't know what kinda drink you want. i’m agreeing with him, by the way. i think you should have the hot chocolate. it's as sweet as you a-”

“loooooser, i already used that line!” Killer cackles, slapping the back of Dust’s skull, causing him to glare at him.

“what.”

Killer winks.

“bitch.”

You're unable to stifle the small giggle that escapes your mouth as Nightmare separates the two of them with his tentacles. “Behave, or I'll toss both of you in the dungeons.” He warns sternly, glaring at the two of them in frustration. Nightmare then turns to you, “My apologies, love, my employees don't know how to shut up.”

“O- Oh, no…it's alright.” You smile at him, amused. “Makes it more fun for me.”

He laughs, smiling softly at you. “If you say so. But with the decision of your drink, I do believe that milk is the best choice, served with honey and cinnamon, of course.”

“Mm…” you sigh. “Yeah, that sounds really nice. I think I'll have that and a couple of cookies.” You turn to Horror. “I'm assuming you made them..?”

He nods shyly and you reply with a gentle smile, “then I'll know it's going to be good.”

You go to get your wallet out of your purse, but Nightmare stops you. “It's on the house. After all, you're our favourite customer.”

You can't help the blushes that spreads across your cheeks and the warm, fuzzy feeling inside of you. “Thanks…you guys really are the best.”

[johnpriceslamb]

Can u write Charles Smith as a caregiver :)?

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𐙚 Charles Smith as a caregiver !!!

As lovely as a sunflower, and as warm as the sun. Charles Smith is the genuine embodiment of the best caregiver.

He may be firm at times, but he’s like that to ensure you’re safe and well-taken care of. A little whine when things don’t exactly go your way would backfire with a stern stare from him, to which immediately makes you shush up. Don’t worry, he gives you a gentle kiss on your cheek afterwards.

Other times, he’s always checking up on you. He likes feeding you, cooing softly at your cuteness as your wee mouth opens up for the spoon of yummy fruits and what-not come into your mouth. He can’t resist and gently pinches your chubby cheeks when you munch.

But most times? He’s just dada. Requests from your little self never go unfulfilled. Oh, you want your hair styled in a certain way? Anything for my little princess. You want to lay on dada? His lap or his shoulder is always free. You want kissies? muwah. One for your cheek, and one for your lips! His favourite spot when kissing you is your chubby cheeks, of course.

“oh, my.” His warm gaze makes your tummy feel fuzzy and funny, like a bunny! A giggle escapes your little-self, to which he could only shake his head with a small smile etched on his face.

“Now what have we here, hm?” His hands come to gently pry the tea-cup out of your hand and onto a light-pink coster, to assure that nothing bad happens. He doesn’t want his little bun to get injured now.

“A tea party!” You babble sweetly. The scene in-sight was of your stuffed animals sitting around a little table, with a tea-set on top. You held a teacup, which was now placed on the table because of Charles’ little handiwork.

Charles couldn’t help but smile lightly, “I see. May I join this tea-party?” He asks with such a sweet, gentle tone, it makes you so happy and giddy.

“Sit next to me, dada,” You peep, crawling to sit next to a plushie so he could come and sit next to you. He was observant, the little onesies he bought not long ago is worn on your body. You were so much alike of a little lamb, and he was proud of his little lamb.

You pretend to pour tea into his cup, and you giggle with happiness as he ‘sips’ his tea, “This is lovely. Did you brew this yourself, little one?” Your response was to just crawl onto his lap, clinging onto dada with a big smile.

“Ah, who am I kidding? Of course you brewed this tea. Only my little one can make the best tea,” he boops your nose with a finger.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

hi venus!! i just read your fic about foxtaru and lamb reader >:) and i like predator-prey dynamic sm :(( right now i need him to eat me

he spreads your legs and burrows his freckled nose into your cunt, pressing against your soft folds. he's been waiting for this for so long and he's just ecstatic <3 you're so warm and delicious. he smiles, his ginger ears twitching with every sweet moan you make when he basks in your pussy. your hands go down to the top of his head and you press him closer to feel every movement of his tongue on your pussy.

ajax champs you, licks you, laps you, making your legs tremble in ecstasy. his tail wags from side to side, he's so happy and pleased that he can make you feel so good! <3 you cover your mouth with your hand, muffling your moans. he hears your moans become quieter and pulls away from you, snorting and shaking his head. you whimper and want to press him against your pussy again, but he grabs your hands and turns it behind your head.

"that won't do, little lamb. don't deprive me of the chance to listen to your sweet moans. and then I'll give you what you so desperately want." he smirked, licking his lips and looking into your tear-stained eyes. he again leans towards your cunt and runs his nose over your clit, leaving a light kiss. "be a good girl and I'll make you feel good."

it's cat anon!! <3 venus you just have no idea how much i want him to eat me. it's so irresistible ah

WEHHHHH TARU :(( thank u for single handedly restoring my life!! i’ve been face down on the ground for a week but now?? a green light swirled around me and suddenly i’m at full health!! :3

oh i’m a major sucker for any predator/prey dynamic!! there’s something so… carnally satisfying about the chase and thrill of being caught!! naturally, any childe loves it but foxtaru?? who’s so used to catching all his food?? who’s main source of entertainment is killing and chasing leaves?? now THATS prime material!!

his teeth are slightly yellowed but sharp, canines especially so. he’ll chase you through trees, houses, rivers, and rocks if it means building that adrenaline before tackling you down. foxtaru might even come undone in his pants if he chases you for long enough!! it’s not his fault, he just gets so worked up from it all. once he’s got you under him, he expects to be rewarded with whatever he sees fit!!

when it comes to eating you out, you’ll have the wind knocked out of you upon hitting the ground. before you can even process that you’ve been caught, your panties are ripped off and he’s shoved his nose right between your thighs. with his mouth parted, he takes a couple seconds to grossly drool onto your pussy lips while simply enjoying the scent coming off of you. once he’s caught his breath he’ll have his tongue mercilessly exploring your folds with vigour while he desperately humps the ground, clearly in need of his own friction. any attempts at quieting yourself will be destroyed, he won so he gets to hear you!! to deny him of such pretty sounds is like denying he did indeed win and you certainly don’t want an angry foxtaru on your hands. he’ll tongue fuck you until the ground below is soaked and a bit longer than that. he’s a bit obsessed with your pussy but do you really mind?? scratch his ears a bit while he’s down there, he’ll make sure to pay extra close attention to your cute little clit in return!!

afterwards he’ll fuck you proper but first, he’s gonna kiss your fuzzy ears real sweet and suck a couple bruises into your neck. he’s a sweetheart when he gets what he wants!!

[teabreakpancakes]

Kinktober: Day Twenty-Six

Unholy (Dom Andrew Kreiss x GN Reader)

priest kink, spanking, semi-public sex, object insertion!

The rules were written in gold, you simply had to follow.

Oh, but too bad his little lamb is incapable of following orders—but he supposes that he doesn't have the right to berate you, not when he's sinned as much as you have; it was unbecoming for him, a priest, to give in to his desires, especially if he was to corrupt a pure individual like you.

You were always so innocent, he always envied you for that. The more he thought about you, the more that envy grew, distorting into greed and lust—if he couldn't possess what you had, he'd corrupt you until you both were one in the same.

How could he resist when you were always oh so pliant for him, eager to please him with every single one of your actions. "Father" "Father!" "Father~" with each call of that title, he could feel his restraint thinning; dulcet tones often clouded his mind until all his thoughts were muddled, your sweet voice often kept him up at night in more ways than one.

And now, that he's alone with you in a confessional, perhaps you both will finally be... cleansed.

Doe eyes stared up into his own, awaiting his next move. "F, Forgive me father, for I have sinned" they spoke quietly, unsure of themselves. Andrew hummed, thumbing his rosary, "Confess to me, my child" peering over them with interest.

"I, well, for the longest time, I've been conflicted regarding this matter" they began, shifting their weight to the balls of their feet as they fiddled with the sleeve of their coat. "I, have had some rather... odd emotions towards someone" they continued, no longer looking at him.

"And just what are these emotions my dear child?" he prodded, a glimmer of glee shining in his ruby eyes. They open their mouth, unable to reply before slowly closing it once more and swallowing. "W, Well, I feel all warm and fuzzy, a, and, I feel as if I need more of them in a particular way", and before the priest can ask anything more, the little lamb happens to mutter something, "I don't know what I need from you father, I'm with you right now but it's not enough", Oh he muses credulously, lips curling up slightly.

"Don't be so unsure of yourself, acceptance is the first step to forgiveness after all" and with those words, hope shines in your pretty eyes. "Father, what can I do to repent for my sin?" you asked, eager to hear his reply as you wrapped your smaller hands around his own.

"Come with me to the altar my child" he said, whisking you outside of the confessional, his large hands guiding you towards the extravagant altar.

The moonlight graces both of your figures, painting you both an ethereal portrait. His fingers ghost over your wrist, and with a soft smile, he asks,

"Will you tell me more about how you feel towards me?"

"Hnn..!" you cry out, ass stinging from the impact of his hand coming down. Andrew can't help but admire the way it reddens, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin under his hands. It's almost poetic, how you spoke his title with such passion, he wasn't sure of it beforehand but now he's certain, you truly did love and lust after him.

He engraved everything, etching the curves of your body into his memory, how you whined and writhed under his touch, how your cute body was bent over the altar, displayed so beautifully, yet so sinfully.

He soothes your behind with his hand, humming gently as he does so. Andrew's imagination runs wild, thumbing at your hole. He turns you over so you're facing him, wanting to see your facial expressions.

Soft whimpers breach past your lips, gripping onto the fabric of his amice. His fingers are gentle as they dig deeper into you, pressing kisses against your temple; it's forbidden for him to love you and hold you but he can't bring himself to stop, not when you're moaning out "Father!" so lovingly.

He smiles when you pull him down for a kiss, whispering a soft "I love you" against your lips, even if it's considered a sin, he'll continue loving you to the very bitter end.

He takes out his fingers, chuckling at the way you whimper so cutely at the absence of his assault on your insides. He plays with the rosary in his hands, gazing into your eyes.

"I would like to try something but, if you don't like it, don't hesitate to voice it out" he says softly, brushing a lock of your hair away from your face. You nod softly, smiling up at him, and in that moment, Andrew realises that he no longer cares if he's committing a sin, the God he serves be damned if he can't love you.

Andrew swallows nervously, slowly pushing the rosary into your warmth. Your hole swallows them all, tightening around his fingers as he prods at every single sensitive spot you have, making sure to burrow the beads into those spots—breathy high pitched whines got louder and louder as he played with your insides.

To be quite frank, your voice was something that sounded much better than the choir's pieces, he'd choose listening to your sweet voice over their boring church music any day.

"A, Andrew" you drew out, pulling him into your embrace—he was a bit shocked but as soon as it came, it went away just as quickly. He placed his other arm beside your head, propping himself up; his ruby red eyes took in your facial expression, it was one akin to what those harlots had when they came to the so called "Clergymen" to repent for their sins, but yours was different, it was only for him to take in.

The beads dragged against your sensitive insides, drawing you near your orgasm. "I, It feels weird, my stomach is getting tighter" you whimpered, clawing at his shoulders.

"It's alright, it means you're close little one" he cooed, adding another finger before thrusting his fingers inside you even faster, he urged you to cum, nibbling on your ear.

With a loud moan, you came, dirtying both your garments and his own, you can't quite recall anything after that. When you came to, you were in Andrew's arms, in his own carriage. "Finally awake? dear, you wouldn't let me take the rosary out, especially with how you practically strangled my fingers" he teased, caressing your cheek as you laid against his chest.

You could still feel the beads rubbing against your walls—flushing in embarrassment, you pout, not paying him any attention as the priest cradled you in his arms.

okay, I rewrote it @mirology

[tr1ckysp00k]

Just one bite?

Part 3: ~a delicacy~

Warning: [¿suggestive?, curse words, insensitive words, threatening, harassment, mentions of dissevered body parts and ofc cannibalism :D]

Enjoy <3

It’s been 2 days, and the intruder hasn’t been heard from nor seen since the break-in. Your paranoia was getting the best of you ,causing you to having trouble sleeping. You were worried that man would break in and hurt both you and bob. You were worried that he would kill him. . It drove you sick just at the thought. Bob was your best friend. He was there for you when no one else was.

The lack of sleep caused massive headaches, having no energy to do simple task, like shower or eat, often distracting yourself from the head pain with your phone. It didn’t take long for bob to notice this. Your constant ‘im fine!’ Or ‘no I’m okay!’’s, did nothing but made him feel more conspicuous about your behavior. Something didn’t sit right with him. The lack of sleep in your eyes was clear as day. He would cook a meal for you, and you would peck at it, then lose full interest.

“I don’t feel hungry right now!”

“Doll, you haven’t eaten all day, how could you not be hungry?”

He didn’t like how your were not taking care of yourself as you should, let alone you wasting a meal he poured his his heart and soul into.

Tonight was going to be different. He was gonna make sure you got the sleep you needed. He was worried sick about you, and would do everything he could just for you to be happy, not in pain all the time.

You and him were eating in the dining room, well him mostly. When his phone began to ring a Poppy tune.

“I think someone is calling you.” He stated straightening your posture, pointing at his phone with a fork in your hand, while your other was cupping the side of your face.

“Nope! It’s a timer!” He commented putting the fuzzy tune to a stop. He picked up your plate of untouched food, to which he was a bit hurt by, then putting it on a marble counter beside him.

“Timer? What you need a timer fo- AH!” He threw you on his shoulders, as if your weight was akin to a sack of potatoes.

“HEY WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU-“ your yelling was put to a stop.

“Ya need rest lamb chops!” He smiled kindly.

“I CAN PUT MYSELF TO BED, BESIDES ITS ONLY EIGHT ‘O CLOCK!” Would yelled, softly hitting his back. He didn’t respond with words but a chuckle. Tossing you in bed, among with the puffed up pillows and the silky sheet. He grabbed a comforter and carelessly threw it on top of you, you and the comforter made a tent. You scurried out the large blanket and let out a huff of annoyance.

“Come on lil lamb, can you at least go to sleep for me? It worries me sick knowing that your lil noggin’ is in constant pain.” He frowned. You fiddle a bit with your shirt before giving in. A sigh escaping your lips. His smile beamed. he threw himself in bed with you, laying to his side one hand holding up his head, while giving you a sly grin.

“What you looking at?” You raised a brow, in question of his smug look.

He patted the empty space near him, prompting you to cuddle with him. You have a flabbergasted look, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I’ll make ya all warm and comfortable.” He mockingly smiled, loving the way you covered your flustered face from him. The man knew what he was doing. You turned away from him, and scooted to the edge of the bed. Not long after, you were drag towards his chest, one of his hands placed on your hips while the other was resting on you thigh.

“I wasn’t asking, doll.” His tone grew cold and raspy. It put you in shock, as if his voice hasn’t deep enough already. You both grew comfortable, growing sleepy by each others warmth and safety. When sleep finally overpowered you, drifting into the dark pit of slumber.

Bob was still awake. Enjoying the small, breathy snores you’d made. He rested his Chin on your head, mesmerized by your lovely scent. What really made him shiver was how vulnerable you were at the state. You laid restless in his arms, putting full trust Into him. not aware of how dangerous he really was. He then glanced at your shoulder, the shoulder the intruder left a ‘souvenir’ on. Drool creeped out his mouth, which was followed by him giving off a breathless chuckle. His grip around your waist loosened a bit once he felt you shuffle under his arms. Once you stilled yourself, he then pulled a string of your hair back to your ear.

“Don’t cha worry dove, it’ll happen. . all in good time.” He purred in your ear. Readying himself for sleep, which took over him not so long after.

-next morning-

The sun snuck it’s way pass the curtains, spilling from the fabric and onto your face. You rubbed your eyes a bit before getting up to stretch yourself. Letting out a roar of a yawn, while holding your arms out in the air. Bob wasn’t in bed. You got up and instantly called for him, stumbling around the room until you heard him respond to your call.

“In the Livin’ room, lamb!” His voice echoed through out the hall. You quickly changed. Then rushed to the living room in search for him. He greeted you with a pan in his hand, and a snazzy pink apron that hugged his body tight. It read ‘kiss the cook’. You giggled a bit on what he was wearing, you were in awe. Pink looked good on him. You sat down, happily eating your breakfast, taking big spoon fulls. He noticed this and a warm smile stretched across his cheeks.

“You got a good sleep, I presume?” He quirked a thick brow, with a sly grin.

“I am very comfortable to cuddle with, if I do say so ma’ self!” He said in pride, puffing his chest up, while his hands rested in his hips. He was happy you had gotten the rest you deserved. You flipped him off. he rolled his eyes, crossing arm in arm.

“Now lamb chops, that’s just hurtful.” He pouted. You got your other hand and flipped him off with that one too. The expression he made was a sight to see. You finished your plate, then overhearing the tv. You turned your head to face the screen, hearing a women declare their was a sale going on at the local store.

You turned back to bob in a hurry, asking him if he could drive you to the store and get down with you, maybe you could get him a gift! Christmas was close, and after all he has done for you, the least you could do was get him a gift!

He glanced at the tv then back to you, humbly nodding to your request.

-time skip-

You swayed left and right to the soft melody the radio gave off. Narrowing you eyes out side the window, watching objects and people fly by. You turned to bob, looking up at his face. His expression was odd. he was frowning which made you question if he was doing alright.

“You good bob?” You poked at his arm, watching him flinch a bit at your sudden touch.

“I-im fine! Just don’t go out much is all! Large crowds are uncomfortable- ” He trailed off, “I feel that!” You giggled, causing a warm smile to emerge on his rosy cheeks

You prance into the store with bob following you, his thunderous footsteps could be heard from behind. You continued to squander around the store, while bob looked in at the kitchen tools, specifically the knives.

‘I mean he works with meat, it’s to be expected’

You thought while pondering around the store.

Something caught you eye, It was a sweater!

Unfortunately it wasn’t in bobs size, but it brought a idea to your head! You can make bob something! While you were trying to brain storm of what to make for bob, your thoughts were out to a stop, someone tapped on your shoulder which caused you to jump.

“Well hello there. Aren’t you a sight to see?” The person stated, in a teasing tone. You stood there not knowing how to respond to their flirt.

“What you looking for, love?” They cooed at your shoulder.

“Don’t call me that- I hardly know you.” You narrowed your eyes at them, a bit disgusted.

“We can always get to know each other.~”

“I don’t need your assistance, can you please leave me alone?” You seethed. They didn’t like your response, attempting to grab your arm when someone put them to a stop. It was bob. And he looked pissed. His eyes narrowed down at the twat, a inhumanly smile stretch across his face. They shriveled, attempting to yank their arm out his hand. Now clawing at their flesh, he pulled them up as he bent down to their level.

“Didn’t you hear em?. .” He muttered in a raspy tone. The stranger didn’t respond, only giving a worried look.

“If you ever again, get the dimwitted idea to even step a foot close to them again. . I’ll make a lampshade out of the skin of your dick.” He laughed as the person cried out to let them go, only for him to dig his nails deeper into their arm, nearly breaking skin.

“That’s enough, bob let them go.” You commanded in which he followed. Throwing them at a shelf, chuckling as they ran with their tail between their legs.

“You can’t do that- you can get in trouble.” You crossed your arms at his stupid smile.

“You can’t let people walk over ya like that, dove. You need to put ‘em in place!” He stated with pride.

“I suppose, though you didn’t need to hurt them- you can get in big troub-“ he placed a gloved finger in your lips, prompting you with keep quiet.

“Don’cha worry lamb chops, I’ll be fine. So will they” He chuckled, waving his hand in the air, prompting you to forget them. picking up his things he headed towards the register.

You sincerely pay for y’all’s things and headed home, well to bobs home.

He cooked.

Y’all talked and ate.

And got ready for bed, repeating what y’all did the night before. You buried yourself in bobs arms, embracing his warmth. Your face covered in his chest. You fell asleep peacefully.

Once again bob laid awake, fiddling with your hair. He couldn’t get the person who was harassing you out his head, his eyes engulfed with pure white rage.

He doesn’t think they deserved to breathe the same air you breathe, let alone to breathe at all-

He doesn’t think they deserve to live their life scott-free without being punished for their actions-

•Time skip•

When you woke up the next morning bob once again wasn’t laying in bed with you. You called for him, awaiting his response which was only filled with silence. You got out of bed, a bit worried on where we could be around this time. Suddenly you heard the other side of the door knob being fiddle with. It was bob! You rushed to give him a hug, in which he obliged! Wrapping you in with arms. He smelled funny. But you were to happy to see him to worry about that!

It had been 3 weeks since the break-in had happened. everything with you and bob went well! No sign of the devil man! Your paranoia wasn’t as bad! Everything was going great. till you would be greeted with horrific discovery once you read the paper.

The pit of your stomach churned when you read the paper from this morning. A body was found, but not in one piece. The remains were scattered all across town. It took a few days to figure out who the victim was.

The person who was flirting with you.

The person that was making you uncomfortable.

It felt so coincidental

You rushed to bob, informing him on what happened. His iconic smile loosened up a bit as you told him what was on the paper this morning. It was all over the news too. He looked up at you, taking his lips off his coffee-filled mug.

“Well, karma is a bitch!” He chuckled putting his mug down besides the stove. He looked hot, his face was tinted in red and was sweating a bit. You slightly frowned, you didn’t think the poor soul deserved that. He handed you your plate that had strings of steam arising atop

“Yer first meal of the day. Enjoy lamb chops. ~” his face flushed with yours, though he seemed to be more intense about it. You took a bite of your food, the burger meat itself was juicy, the yolk of the egg spilled along with the juice, infusing together. It. Tasted. Amazing.

His cooking never seemed to fail to surprise you! You continuously thanked bob for this heavenly meal. His smile widen every single time you praised his work. Drool creeping from his mouth.

“You hungry or something?” You giggled at your lil joke. He tilted his head slightly, his hand holding the other while his elbows rested in the table.

“No. Just happy you like your meal.” He cooed.

This one was a bit long. I kinda trailed off at the end. You

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Vandalize My Heart - Chapter 3

More demonic temptations, and a glimpse of hell.

Full Series

Lilith smiled, feeling a familiar tug at the fabric of her twisted soul. The nun was summoning her again, how adorable.

She carefully extracted herself from a tangle of sleepy limbs, and a chorus of whines followed her.

"Mistress? Where are you going? What is it, Mistress? Are you having trouble sleeping?"

"Shh, my lovelies. Mistress has to go work on the new girl now, go back to sleep."

"The new girl? Will you bring her back? Can we meet her? Is she ready?"

"Not yet, darlings." She purred, clothing herself in a puff of smoke and giving each of her beloved concubines a quick kiss. All the succubi loved her, and she held an affection for all of them in turn, but there was just something so special about the girls she corrupted herself. "This one is skittish. She doesn't know she wants to be mine yet, you'll scare her."

That made them pout.

"No we won't! We're so nice! She'll love us!"

"I'm sure she will." Lilith cooed. "Later. Be back in a bit, dearests."

~

"You did something to me." Grace said, jutting an accusatory finger at Lilith.

"Little lamb, I'm quite sure I don't know what you mean."

"Don't play dumb!" The girl squeaked. "You did something, and now I keep thinking about you, you invade my dreams, I want answers, now! I command-"

"Drat, I'm being commanded." Lilith said mockingly. "I suppose I have no choice."

"You don't!"

"Well, since the jig is up, I have done something to you. It's one of my most devious tricks, not even the most chaste and devoted can resist it."

"Oh no…" The nun said, eyes big and fearful.

"Oh yes. I believe in your human tongue, they call it a hug." Lilith said smugly. "Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and you just can't help but want more."

"I- You-"

"-Am not some petty enchantress, beguiling your mind with spells." She finished for her. "I have no need for such paltry tricks, Grace. I offer true satisfaction, the fulfillment of all desires."

She paused, for dramatic effect.

"Make your bargain, little lamb."

The nun fidgeted nervously, hesitant. That was fine, she had all the time in the world.

...

Still, there were so many better things she could be doing with all that time. She had left a very comfortable cuddle pile to be here, after all.

"I can always find another, if you have no bargain to make."

"I- I do!"

"Well?"

...

Nothing.

"Little lamb…"

"D-Don't make me say it." The nun mumbled, blushing.

Lilith's pupils dilated. Her body temperature jumped a few degrees, internal fire stoked by her request.

"You would ask me to interpret your desires?"

The girl shrugged. "Sure, I dunno, whatever."

Lilith felt her heart race, her cock stiffen and throb. The girl had given her complete freedom to break her, to show her such ecstasy that she would be hers forever, and she didn't even realize it. A lesser succubus would soak her panties just dreaming of an opportunity like this.

But Lilith was not a lesser succubus, she was a queen, and a queen knew that such delicacies as Grace were to be savored, not scarfed down the moment you had them in your grasp.

She would restrain herself. Peel back just one of the many layers repressing the nun's desires, relish in watching it evaporate just for her. When she took Grace completely, it would be because she asked knowing full well what it meant, and it would be so much sweeter for it.

"Very well, little lamb, I can give you what you require." She hummed. "But. Since you will not voice your request, you will not hear my price until it is time to collect. Do we have a deal?"

"What? N-No, you'll steal my soul or something-"

"I am no trickster, Grace." She rumbled. So annoying, when people refused to understand how she operated. "My price is fair, your soul will be mine when you offer it freely to me. Do we have a deal?"

The nun hesitated, but did not reject her offer. Lilith had noticed, upon her entry into this realm, that Grace hadn't placed a salt barrier this time. She summoned her knowing she had no way to contain her, which meant she in some small way trusted her not to wreak havoc.

She needed to nurture that trust. The actual price of her service was inconsequential compared to Grace agreeing to it with only her word that her soul would be safe.

"…Fine." The nun huffed. "This had better be worth it."

"Oh, it will be." Lilith said, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Come here, little lamb."

Grace sat next to her, nervous.

"Oh, oh you are simply too cute!" Lilith purred, lifting the girl into her lap. "This is where I want you, precious."

"I-I, um-" Grace stammered. "I think I'm sitting on your tail?"

"You are not." Lilith hummed, swishing her tail around and tapping her on the nose with it.

"Ah." The nun squeaked, turning such an appetizing shade of pink.

"Just think of that as something to look forward to. Tonight is all about you, though the thought of pinning you down and ravishing you in the tatters of your prudish little robe excites me."

Grace was so tense, Lilith couldn't wait to loosen her up. But she had to exercise restraint. Leave her wanting more, so she'd summon her again.

"Tell me, did you take a vow of celibacy?" She husked into her ear.

The nun nodded hastily, and Lilith shivered with delight. Breaking a nun's vow of celibacy in a convent, fuck it was all so hot.

"Lost your voice again?" She purred. "That's okay. I know what you need."

Gentle, a gentle touch was required. The nun was shy, she had to open her up slowly. A treat to be devoured.

…Savored. The word she was looking for was savored.

Her tail slithered beneath Grace's habit, hiking it up slowly as she kissed her neck. She held her close, fondling her curves through the fabric.

A soft moan escaped Grace's lips, and the nun quickly clasped her hand to her mouth to stifle any further sounds.

Cute. Lilith knew what her price would be, when it came to it. In the meantime, she ran a claw up Grace's now-exposed thigh. This form wouldn't do. She held her hands out and her grisly talons evaporated away, leaving only neatly trimmed nails on her long, slender fingers.

The rest of her demonic features could stay, the nun would learn to appreciate them in time.

The nun stifled a gasp as those long fingers slipped down the front of her panties, gliding across wet folds so sinfully slowly. Lilith felt her arousal spike, the hair on her neck standing on end as her body drank in the girl's lust and turned it to infernal power. Her breath steamed, heat rolled off her in waves.

"Can you feel what you do to me, little lamb?" She husked, sinking her fingers into Grace's pussy. "Oh, the things I could show you, if you only ask."

Lilith barked out a cruel laugh.

"Oh but you didn't ask. You can't. So you only get a taste."

The nun just kept moaning into her palm. She probably didn't even appreciate how much restraint it took to tease her like this, to let her marinate in her own lust until she was perfect.

Lilith giggled into Grace's neck as her ministrations drove the nun deeper into her desires. It was almost time, she could feel her approach the edge as if she were an extension of her own body, she knew just how to keep her tantalizingly close but not quite there.

Fuck, being a succubus was so goddamn fun.

"Your breath quickens, little lamb. Your legs shake. Do you know what that means?" She purred.

The nun's only answer was another muffled moan.

"That's right, it means it's time for you to pay up."

Lilith pried Grace's hand from her mouth.

"W-Wait-!" She protested, struggling to keep her voice down.

"I want to hear you cum, Grace. I want you to feel how good it feels not to hold yourself back from your own pleasure. That is my price, for tonight."

Grace whined as Lilith stopped teasing and began pushing her over her peak.

"You don't have to be loud, simply let your voice out naturally. That's all I ask."

A shaky gasp escaped the nun's lips, and she flailed her arm about looking for something to hold onto. She settled on gripping the base of one of Lilith's horns, tugging her in and ripping a low growl from her throat.

She could feel the growl turn her on. How interesting that was.

But there was no time to dwell on that. She was relentless, and the nun was inexperienced, and with a strained groan Grace bucked into her hand and came. She cried sharply as she crested her peak, and Lilith wrung a few extra good moans out of her as she came down before pulling her slick fingers from her cunt.

"Our bargain is fulfilled, little lamb. I can't wait for next time." Lilith hummed, kissing the now trembling nun deeply before returning to hell.

~

"Oh! Hi Mistress!"

Lilith smiled as she materialized in her palace, one of her precious girls right there to attend to her.

"Hello, darling. You're very lucky, you know why?"

"Nope! Why?"

"You get to stay in bed and cuddle with mistress all day tomorrow." She purred, before her voice took on a harsh edge. "Because I'm all pent up from teasing the new girl, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

"Okay!" The succubus said, eyes sparkling. "Do you want to take me to the bedroom or just fuck me right here?"

Savoring the nun was a worthwhile endeavor to be sure, but goddamn did it make it easier having a harem of succubi to take the edge off of waiting.

"Here's great, beautiful."

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For the ask game, #3 and #8 for Cass and Eugene? (not romantic tho ahah)

I am so so so sorry this took so long, anon. I started this and life got in the ay and then the holidays came around. But I finally got around to finishing this! Consider it a late valentines day gift ^_^

3 and 8, "snuggle weather" and "warm soup"

To say Cassandra was exhausted was an understatement. Her ankle was still tender, but the royal medic insisted the cast had to come off today. She didn't see why it mattered, she would still be wheelchair bound for weeks to come. And even worse, there was a terrible storm brewing so she couldn't even spend the evening mapping like she had originally planned. Normally she liked storms; autumn storms were the best. The storms in Corona were freezing thanks to the coastal winds, which made it perfect to snuggle up in a blanket. And she always enjoyed watching the lightning split the sky. Something about it was soothing.

Unfortunately this storm was different. Both Rapunzel and her father were stuck out in it. According to the briefing she was coming back from, Rapunzel had decided evading her security was a good idea and her father had gone after her to make sure she came home safe. Thank goodness she'd put on a pot of lamb stew to simmer before the briefing; she was now far too tired to start cooking. As Cassandra entered her room, she heard Owl ruffle his feathers and give her a soft sleepy hoot in greeting.

"Hey. Go back to sleep for now." She whispered, giving him a boop, "But wake me when the stew's done." Her wheelchair rolled right beside her bed, Cassandra stood up and let herself fall onto the...body??

"Heyyyyy get oooff..." a man's voice whined and Cass jumped back. Instantly, Owl hissed at the intruder as he sat up.

"Fitzherbert." Cassandra snarled, "What the fiddlestick are you doing in my bed???"

"Calm down, Cass, I just woke up, gimme a second." Eugene mumbled tiredly, rubbing his face to wake himself up. After a stretch that was far too long to be real, Eugene finally spoke, "The girls are cleaning my room, and yours is comfier."

"Well they're probably done by now." Cassandra rolled her eyes, "So go nap in your own bed."

"I'd love to, but I'm too tired to walk all that way." Eugene shrugged. Owl snapped his beak at Eugene and puffed his feathers so he looked nearly twice as big. Even though the sight was clearly a display of aggression, Cassandra always found it so adorable.

"Easy, Owl." Cassandra carefully limped over to Owl and stroked his head, "Rapunzel's boyfriend needs his eyes for preening. He preens way more than you do, after all."

Eugene opened his mouth to make a retort back, but then he finally got a good whiff of what was on the fire.

"Ohhh no, Cass!" He scolded, "You know what happens when you cook!" He made a move to "save" the pot, but Cass yanked him back.

"It's lamb stew, Fitzherjerk. For your information it's the one thing I can actually cook. And it's almost done, so don't touch it." She snarked at him.

"Wait, something you can cook? This I gotta taste!" Before Cassandra could stop him, Eugene made a beeline for the pot again and eagerly tasted it.

"Holy moly, this is delicious!" Eugene marveled, "How'd you learn to make this? This is even better than when Mis Claire made it at the orphanage!"

Cassandra blinked in surprise and smiled at him. No one had ever asked about her stew before.

"It's an old family recipe...I think. The secret ingredient is Saporian black pepper." She answered. She leaned over the pot a bit and gave the stew a stir, carefully checking if it was ready.

"You think? What, are you and Cap a little fuzzy on family recipes?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"I've been making this since before my Dad found me." She explained, "Mother...my mum...I think she taught me. I remember standing over the pot, with my hands on her wrists as she was stirring."

"That...that sounds nice..." Eugene mumbled.

"It was." Even though Cassandra wasn't looking at Eugene, he could tell that she was smiling sadly. Shoot, his plan was failing! Gotta think of something to avoid missing parents....

"What are you doing?" Cassandra asked when she noticed him rummaging through her shelves.

"Looking for a good book, but all I can find is maps and history stuff." He griped, "Oh my god, of course you're a Seven Dragons fan."

"Hey! That's the best book of all time!" Cassandra defended, giving him a playful glare.

"Oh come on, it's the worst book in the Flynn Rider series! He's barely in it!" He protested, "That's why I only read it once."

"That's because it's Ramona's story, not-" Cassandra began, but then cut herself off, "Wait....you only read it one time?! How long ago?!"

Eugene bit his lip to hide his smirk. He had her right where he wanted her.

"I dunno, like ten years ago, why?" He asked, maintaining the perfect air of nonchalance.

"Oh that's nonsense, we're reading it now. Get in the blanket. But don't get any stew on my bed." Cass instructed. Eugene finally let himself smirk once Cassandra turned her back towards him. She fell for it, hook line and sinker. Hopefully this would be enough to keep her from worrying about Rapunzel and the Captain until they came back.

[cutelittlesootsprite]

Hello Marisole, I'm glad your enjoying my little game, you seem to really enjoy focusing on my words, it's hard to stop yourself isn't it? You don't really want to stop do you? You like how it feels when you start to sink, it's getting more and more familiar to you now isn't it? That warm fuzzy feeling you get when you start to feel the oulls, when your focused entirely on the screen, entirely on my words, you don't want to look away, you just want to relax don't you? Your finding it easier and easier to relax for me aren't you Marisole? Harder and harder to think, the more you stare and read my words, it feels so nice to relax doesn't it Marisole? It feels nice to have your thoughts melting away, so familiar, warm and relaxed, sinking deeper and deeper, feeling your breathing slowing down, taking those long, deep, relaxing breaths, that slow inhale, holding your breath for a second, before that long deep exhale, feeling your body relax further and further with every long deep exhale, warm and relaxed, sinking deeper and deeper, happy to surrender your thoughts, letting your anxiety melt away, feeling your strength draining away, sinking down into a warm, relaxing trance, focused on my words, you want to relax deeper and deeper, no reason to resist my words, can't look away, only sinking deeper and deeper, so focused on my words, letting the world slip away, letting my words sink into the quiet place in your mind, letting them settle deep in your head, letting my words become your thoughts, such a good girl for me, so relaxed and warm, so open and suggestible, sinking all the way down such a good girl, do you mind being called Mary? Would you like that? It's so much easier to remember isn't it? Itnfeels nice to be called Mary, it reminds you of this warm, safe, relaxed space, it reminds you of sinming down for me, reinforcing how good it feels to be hypnotised, reminding you of the pleasure you feel from being hypnotised, Mary is such a good girl for me, doing so well, dropping so deep for me, Mary is my lost little lamb, lost deep in her mind, lost in my trance, happy and relaxed, warm and suggestible, let that heat grow Mary, growing warmer and warmer, feeling the heat growing in your core, warmer and warmer, it feels nice, that heat of arousal growing stronger and stronger, the pleasure you get from being hypnotised, for being in a trance for me, it feels so good Mary, so warm, this heat growing stronger and stronger as you sink deeper and deeper, the pleasure of being hypnotised, sinking down deeper and deeper, so warm and relaxed, happy to focus, happy to read, down so deep now, so warm, so aroused, starting to squirm in your seat, mot a brat anymore, just a helpless submissive little lamb, lost deep in a trance, doesn't it feel nice Mary? Doesn't it feel nice to submit, feel nice to obey? Such a good girl, so vert aroused, so very relaxed, now give mea nice big smile Mary, good girl, All you want to do is sink deeper and deeper, feel that pleasure grow stronger and stronger, feel your will grow weaker and weaker, it feels so good to be in a trance for me, you just want to go down again and again, even when you wake up all you can think about is having me hypnotise you, a fantasy on the edge of your waking mind that won't go away.

Let's see if you can guess who shall we? Then maybe I'll play with you some more....

-J

Iitts uum Mmari iimm nott ssuuree ffeeelssoo weaakk ddroppping goiinng soo ddeeepperr

[leothetraveler]

Foreign King AU

Non Canon Chapter - Meeting the Husband of Famine

Another day, another group of refugees. With the Lamb’s slaughter of Heket and their continued rampage in Anchordeep, I can’t say I’m surprised anymore. This is the only safe place left for most.

“Seven more, my lord. All from Anura.” A follower informed me as the new arrivals were greeted at the gate. They were also searched, of course. I am kind, not stupid…plus the menticide mushroom addictions were becoming a problem. So basic inspections and such have become the norm over the last few weeks. The refugees rarely cause any trouble anyways. Most are just happy to be safe from the lamb.

“Show me what you are hiding!” One of the enforcers yells, grabbing my attention. The gate guards had surrounded a trio of refugees. A tall, red frog, a smaller fuzzy frog, and a polar bear. The latter of the three was hiding something from the guards. I began to approach when one managed to grab the item.

It was the yellow crown of Anura. Still dead and powerless, but unmistakable.

Everyone froze as the crown was revealed. A moment later, the bear snatched the crown back from the guard. “Don’t touch that! …it’s mine…”

“Oh, really?” I approached the bear. The larger frogs cowered behind him, fearful of the guards that had drawn their blades. “You loot an artifact off a corpse and suddenly it’s yours?”

He held the crown with one hand as he comforted the large frog with the other. One of the guards moved to grab the crown, but I stopped them with a gesture. I wanted to hear the bear’s explanation. He glared at me as he began. “This is the last thing we have left of her. Of my wife. Of their mother. I’m not going to let any of you take it from us…even if that means we have to go elsewhere.”

The guards were confused by this, but I understood. “…you’re Heket’s widowed husband…” I had heard some rumors of Heket having a spouse and children but had given it little thought. There was little talk of them, and what was known only verified the existence of the husband and nothing more. Most of those who knew anything were in Heket’s inner circle, and they kept their late bishop’s secrets to themselves. Still, I couldn’t deny the living proof in front of me. Looking more closely at the two with him, I could see the resemblance between them and Heket…well, mostly with the big one. The other hairier frog resembled their father more. But they were certainly her brood.

“…Let them through.” I told the guards. Both them and the bear looked at me with surprise. “M’lord? Are you sure?”

“I said let them through! They are no threat.” I closed the distance between me and the trio. The bear and tall frog were suspicious, while the other just stared unnervingly. I tried to ignore it as I addressed the father. “…Heket’s old followers have gathered around the fields down by the river. You are welcome to stay as long as you like. Welcome to New Dawn.” With that, I let them be. They found their way to Heket’s quarter shortly after. I didn’t learn the bear’s name was Freddy until the following day when the Heket loyalists tried to convince Freddy to revive and claim Heket’s crown. I managed to convince him not to as we didn’t need to give the lamb reason to crusade against my church. Our truce was fragile as is. Besides, they didn’t know how… and it wouldn’t bring his wife back. I can tell he is a good man. And is…was…a loving husband. I wish I could help him. Wish I could help everyone who has lost people.

But death is The Lamb’s domain, not mine. So all I can give is a gentle hand and a warm home.

[bigredsartt]

Hey Bee, you probably know who I am but I'm staying anonymous anyway. If it's alright, could I get an (Pre Movie) Isabela x Accident Prone Fem!Reader where she scolds Y/N while tending to her wounds and accidentally tells her she loves her in the process? Ty <3

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Bandaids

Isabela Madrigal x Fem!Reader

You had always been a mess- tripping over things, bumping into carts, knocking over tables, and various other accidents led you to be pretty well known in the Encanto as a person who you probably shouldn’t get involved with. You were constantly led back to Julieta’s table, where she would give you another one of her dishes to make it look like nothing happened. Rinse and repeat every day to get the recipe for disaster, also known as Y/N.

Today was no different- get hurt, get healed, do chores, repeat. A slight drizzle fell upon the small town, forcing Julieta to set up her stand in the plaza outside of La Casa Madrigal, where a small shelter kept the food warm and dry. Well, it was a pretty long walk from the greenhouse you were stationed at, but you were sure you could handle it.

Could you?

Well apparently you couldn’t, because after a few minutes of arriving there, you were laying in a patch of cacti, clutching your ankle. What exactly happened? You were on your way to the rosebush when you tripped and rolled your ankle, flying into the bed of needles.

There’s no way you could make it to Julieta’s stand like this without help, but you were embarrassed to have to ask for it yet again. You tried to move out of the cactus patch, but the needles dug into your skin and you stilled. You didn’t know how long you stayed there, but after a while a cold voice pierced your ears.

“What are you doing down there? Get up. Everyone has to do their job.” You managed to crane your head enough to see the speaker, and your heart beat faster, both from Isabela’s beauty and the scolding you were surely about to receive. She, too, came close enough to make out more details, and sighed when she saw you lying there. “Oh, it’s you, y/n. I should have guessed.” She rolled her eyes and took your hand, lifting you up onto your feet. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” you muttered.

Isabela waved her hand. “Sit down.” She directed you to a stump as a root arched up next to it. You gratefully sank onto it and propped up your injured ankle as it sent pain arcing through your foot. She whispered something under her breath that you couldn’t quite make out, which made the fear 10 times worse. You watched as she grew a wooly lamb’s ear plant and gently wrapped the fuzzy leaf around your ankle as a makeshift bandage until you got to her mom.

There was a beat of silence between the two of you before she met your gaze with a glare. “Are you serious? Again? I have to save you again?!” She paused to grow some chenille plant to clean up some of the blood. She swiftly dabbed the soft plant on the scratches that littered your arms and looked up at you again.

“You’re lucky I love you. I would’ve never done this otherwise.” You felt your breath catch in your throat as Isabela’s face turned the color of the roses that sprouted from her hair in embarrassment.

“You-“

She just stood up and cleared her throat. “There. Now get to my mom, y/n.” As you slowly stood up, she looked down at the ground. “Try to take better care of yourself. For me?” But before you could respond, she was gone.

LETS GOOO FIRST WRITING REQUEST DONE

but seriously, ty for the ask! <33 im looking forward to doing more stuff like this in the future

[harryhoney-bee]

I'm feeling really soft and fuzzy today, So if I can request something I want to do that abeja 🐝💓

#Concept: Nightly routine with y/n and Harry- parents of two little babies.

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Night Routine

Warning: your ovaries might explode... mine did 🤚🏻 I would give this man 9 children if he asked.

Word count: 1.7k

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“But I want to take a beth with him, daddy,” Cecília whined to Harry, while he undressed her, putting her new pajamas and towel on the bathroom counter.

“My little darling, he is still little, he can’t take bath with you,” Harry explained, taking Cecí on his lap and putting her inside the warm tub, handing her some of her favorite toys. “Lorenzo is just 6 months, he’s not as big as you.”

Harry made a bowl with his hands, wetting her curly hair and applying shampoo, a pout still on her face. “Please, daddy?” she said, her chubby hand grabbing his arm. Cecí had already mastered her puppy eyes technique, and she knew how much her dad had a weak spot for her.

“Alright, alright,” He finally gave in, “but he will stay outside of the tub, he doesn’t know how to sit by himself.”

“Thank you, daddy!” The girl splashed water around in excitement, which made Harry smile. That’s how he always wanted to see her: happy and healthy.

Harry went to the door, keeping an eye on the girl in the tub. “Baby? Are you done nursing? Cecí wants to see Lorenzo,” he tried to call his wife as loud as he could while being mindful of Lorenzo, who could be asleep by now. He never wanted to alarm any of him or Cecília with his loud voice.

In a matter of seconds, Y/n appeared in the hallway, a confused expression on her face while Lorenzo was calmly laying down on her arms, his little hands resting on Y/n’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? Why does she want to see him? We just had diner together,” she asked, heading in Harry’s direction.

“I’m not sure, guess she just missed him,” Harry answered, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead and bending down to talk to a very awake Lorenzo. “But who wouldn’t miss you, huh? Such a cutie, right buddy?” he was aware that using a baby voice wasn’t the best, but he couldn’t help, Lorenzo was just extremely adorable.

“Mommy! Enzo!” Cecília called, from the opposite side of the bathroom, “come here mommy, miss you too.”

Y/n sat on the bathroom floor, Lorenzo still with her. “Hey, my heart, having a good bath with daddy?” she asked at the same time Harry sat down by her side and hugged her from the side, laying his chin on her head.

“Yeah! Daddy always let me play,” Cecília took one of the yellow ducks and showed her mom, “This is Mc Duck.”

“Wow, he’s a very beautiful duck isn’t he?” She asked, giving Lorenzo to Harry while kneeling near the bathtub since Cecí still had to wash her hair, Y/n gently took the excess of shampoo from the girl’s hair, while Harry tried to keep Lorenzo entertained by singing him a silly song.

“He is, I love yellow,” the little girl admitted, “I think Lorenzo loves yellows too.”

“And why do you think that, Cecí?” Harry asked amused while pretending to eat the boy’s fingers.

“Because we’re are best friends,” She said as if the answer was obvious, “and friends like the same things.” Y/n and Harry looked at each other and laughed, for a five-year-old girl she knew a lot about relationships.

“Oh, how do you know that?” Y/n asked, finishing washing her hair, letting Cecília enjoy her time in the bath.

“Because you and daddy are best friends, you wear the same clothes sometimes, listen to the same music, and watch the same movies,” with every new topic she would count down on her fingers, it was quite a comical sight.

Harry’s chuckle filled the room, the baby on his lap giggled too. “Well, my little lady, you are right. But friends can also like different things, too,” he told her. “Me and mommy like a lot of similar things, but we also have our preferences.”

“Exactly, daddy loves bananas, but I don’t” y/n complemented, getting Cecília out of the tub, helping her into some warm clothes, “I don’t like to work out, but your dad always wakes up early to go for a run, see? We like different things but we still love each other.”

Harry got up from the floor, rocking Lorenzo softly, his heavy eyes indicating how sleepy the baby was. He took the combing cream in his hand and began combing Cecília’s curls with one hand, while his other arm held Lorenzo. Being a father of two made him very talented at doing two things at the same time. While he did that, Y/n was getting Cecí’s toothpaste ready.

“Daddy, do you love mommy even if she doesn’t go running with you?” Cecí asked, before opening her mouth so Y/n could brush her teeth. Normally they would let Cecília do it by herself, with their supervision, but it was already late and the couple desperately needed to get the children to bed, or else their routine would be messed up. Good thing Lorenzo seemed to be falling asleep already.

“Of course I do! We don’t love people just because they do the same things we do, we love people because they are kind and respectful to us, yeah?” Harry said, looking at Y/n and blowing her a kiss. This is what he loved the most about parenthood: watching the kids growing into their best version.

Parenting was made in many different ways, but the couple especially loved having these kinds of conversations. Even though Cecília was still young, she was already beginning to comprehend what love and friendships were, and Harry and Y/n had the privilege to teach her that.

Harry finished her hair, putting the brush and the products in their place under the sink while Y/n put on some socks on Cecí’s feet, the little girl was yawning, seeming tired. Lorenzo started to fussy on Harry’s arms.

“Guess it’s time to sleep, huh?” Harry said, caressing Cecílias head, “Tired, my baby? Want daddy to read a bedtime story to you? Or do you want mommy?” At the same time he mentioned Y/n, Lorenzo started to soft cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking down at the upset’s baby face.”

Y/n took his from Harry’s arms, cuddling him closer to her chest, “What do you want, Enzo? Mommy just fed you” she looked at her husband, “I’ll nurse him again on the bed, he’s probably just a bit agitated, will you put her to sleep?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The woman kissed Cecília on the forehead, “have a good night, ok, baby? Mommy will take you to the playground tomorrow, alright?”

“Ok mommy, I love you and little bro too,” she said, giving a hug to her mom before she disappeared through the door with the crying baby.

Harry took Cecília by her small hand, leading them to her room, just by the side of the main suite, where the couple slept. He guided the little girl to her bed, giving her all of her favorite stuffed animals, and covered Cecília in her Lilac duvet.

“What story do you want today?

“The pirate one, please,” she asked, laying her head on the pillow as Harry went to her bookshelf, picking the one with the title Pirate’s cove. He sat by the end of the bed and began telling the story.

“I have a story for you, a story of untold riches and a young lad who found them. And who am I, you ask? Well, I am the spirit of the sand-dollar, a pirate and a buccaneer, Captain of the seahorse, the finest ship to ever sail the seven seas…”

Harry would occasionally stop to answer any questions Cecília had, but after 15 minutes he was done with the book and the girl was fast asleep, hugging tight to her little lamb. He made sure she was tucked in and turned off the lights (besides the one on the side of Cecília’s bed, she was scared to sleep in a pitch-black room), he closed the door and headed to his bedroom.

To Harry’s surprise, Lorenzo was sleeping in his bassinet by the side of the mattress. He usually would sleep in his nursery, but today just seemed like an off day to the little boy. Harry got closer to him, stroking the chubby cheeks, “Oh my little bug, did mommy let you sleep here with us? You’re not feeling fine?”

“I think he’s teething,” Y/n said in a raspy voice, taking her head from the pillow, “he’s even a bit warmer than usual, I think his gums are itching.”

“My poor baby,” Harry mumbled, turning his head to Y/n, “I hate seeing him upset, maybe we could make some homemade Popsicle, it helped when Cecília was teething.”

“Yeah, we can try that, we can make them tomorrow.” she patted the mattress, “now please come to bed, he did a number on me, I’m so tired.”

“Alright baby,” Harry took off his shirt, standing only in sweatpants, he went to the bed, laying by Y/n side, one arm hooked on her waist as she cuddled to him, placing her head on his shoulder.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Y/n said against his neck.

“Oh baby, I am the lu--”

“--I mean, how many husbands would still love their wives even if they wouldn’t go jogging at 6 in the morning?” she said teasingly, her giggles reaching his ear.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “you are making a lot of jokes for someone who is tired,” he kissed her temple. “I’m gonna wake you up at 5 am tomorrow, so we can be fitness together.”

“Don’t you dare! You do that and your plan of being a father to three it’s over.”

“Damn sweetheart, that’s not very nice, huh?”

“You’re the one who started,” she said, before closing her eyes, snuggling to Harry’s body. The man placed a hand on her belly, falling asleep minutes later.

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[bokutoslittlebird]

Our Wedding

Osamu x sister!reader x Atsumu

Warnings: incest, dubcon, alcohol, face sitting, collar and silk ties, bondage, f. oral receiving, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, hint of degradation, breeding, fingering, Atsumu bias

A year after coming to an agreement, you can say you’re at one of the happiest points in your life.

An agreement that led you to doing no more than feeling satisfied at every moment. It was bliss to live in comfort, no problem in your life that couldn’t be resolved. Atsumu made enough money and has a decent flexible schedule to keep you company, while Osamu did what he loved and always made sure to bring you scrumptious foods or making some fresh. Together, they never left you unsatisfied for too long.

With a bit of champagne in your system, you were still mobile and conscious, your lips just a bit looser than they would have been. But this was perfect for Osamu. While his mouth was occupied, your mouth was free to let everyone know just how good you big brother was at giving you pleasure. Even if he didn’t continue his volleyball career, he still had enough strength to hold you up, indulging in his favorite past time with you.

His tongue would flatten itself against your clit, only to then flick the little bud and wrap his lips around it, sucking harshly to have your hips jerking. He’d keep his arms securely around your legs, so you couldn’t leave him and you’d struggle less. Hands rubbed against your sides, fingers ghosting over your stomach as lidded eyes glanced at you. With your head thrown back, he could only see your breasts, hidden by your silk nightgown, and your arms. Hands were tangled in his hair, grasping onto it so tightly he’d probably find loosened strands when he was done.

Osamu couldn’t see you, but he could hear you. It’s all he really needed, honestly. The way you had sudden gasps when he’d swipe his tongue over the sensitive area, slipping into your cunt when you’re least expecting it. A long sigh of pleasure as he sucked on your clit, then a yelp when he’d give it a quick nip. Mewls as he moaned into you, hands tightening as he sucked harder on your clit. It was all so intense, he didn’t even realize you were so close to finishing until he felt the dampness on his face, his eyes widening at the syrupy liquid. He continued to suck and lick, however, cleaning up any excess.

It was Atsumu who ruined the moment. Osamu would happily die if it meant you’d never leave his face. “Hey, your time’s up, ‘Samu!” Osamu only groaned in response, his hold loosening as you slid off. Licking his lips in satisfaction, Osamu nodded at his brother.

“Did you get our princess her present?”

“Of course I did! What, you think I’d forget about such a thing? Just ‘cause I’m materialistic doesn’t mean I’d forget,” Atsumu huffs, holding up a pink bag with a ribbon. He ends up opening it for you, laying out the items on the bed beside you. It’s the garter from your wedding day, kept in pristine condition, and a white collar with a silver bell, the chime so sweet and gentle as he lays it next to the strip of fabric. The untainted white colors clash with the truth of how tainted you truly are, letting your brothers have their way with you for so long and now them giving you wedding gifts after an agreement from a year ago.

A long strip of silk fabric is pulled out next, long enough that you’re able to definitely tell what it’s for. Atsumu gives you a look, one that immediately you obey. Settling in your back and putting your hands above your head, he smirks as you present yourself to him. After all, this is his big day just as it is yours and Osamu’s. “‘Samu, why don’t you get our baby girl some wine? I’m sure she’s absolutely parched after you drained her,”

“Wouldn’t water be better?” He huffs. “I’d have to get the wine from the cellar,”

“Oh come on, it’s her big day. She deserves some wine. Don’t you think so, darling?” Atsumu directs the last bit towards you, where you nod, sending Osamu off.

With him gone, Atsumu is more than happy to tie you up as vulnerable as you are. The bindings don’t rub against your skin harshly or even dig into the skin, keeping your skin unblemished. He secures the collar properly, tapping the bell with his finger as he smirks down at you, eyes lidded while they trail from the bell down your body. Your nightgown stayed on, but he didn’t need to take it off. It was loose enough to pull down the neckline and your cunt was dripping and bare for him underneath the material, so he didn’t worry about it. Taking the garter in his hands, he slowly begins to slide it onto your leg. He’ll take you as he did a year ago, with the garter on and your body almost completely hidden from him, yet he knows it better than Osamu does. He’s had practice to learn every spot that drives you wild, every single expanse of skin he can mark and you can’t hide, every noise you can make and how to make it happen. He knows it all and he doesn’t want Osamu to know his tricks.

Garter securely on, he can tell you’re anticipating something. But, he won’t do too much. A press of his fingers to your clit already has you squirming, overly sensitive from Osamu’s tongue. That won’t bother him, though; he’ll just stick with his fingers. Pressing two fingers to your clit, he slides them down until he’s right outside your entrance. Licking his lips at how desperate you look, he pushes them inside of you to hear a sweet mewl, your body jerking as the bell jingles. He’ll go slow and steady, rubbing your walls and making sure your thoughts are full of nothing but him.

While one hand is inside you, his other hand runs under your nightgown, pushing it up as he rubs his hand over your stomach. The heat in the room has your brain going fuzzy, but you can’t tell if it’s because of the room, the alcohol, or the sensitivity you’re suffering under. Only when Atsumu’s warm hand runs over your stomach do you look down at him, blinking away the tears. “You’ll be full of us, won’t you? You’ll give me and ‘Samu some babies, won’t you?” He moves his hand a bit faster, picking up the pace as the squelches get louder and you curl into the bedsheets even more. “You’d be such a good mommy, y’know?” He tells you, but you’ve stopped listening. With eyes clenched shut and your teeth gritting against each other, you’re creaming in his fingers as heavy pants leave your mouth. “Now, now, you know I like hearing you cry like a little lamb, princess. Let’s try that again, shall we?”

This time, he lines himself up properly with you. There’s no reason to be so gentle, him sliding in easily from all the fluid around your opening. “Fuck, seems like you’ve been doing nothing but screwing Osamu while I’ve been away, huh?” He grunts, putting one leg over his shoulder as he leans down to look at you. “Guess I’ll have to remind you who’s the better big brother,”

Atsumu holds nothing back, hips meeting yours as you find your eyes rolling and another orgasm quickly coming on. He’s relentless, forcing you to ride it with no breaks, even as your legs twitch and your breath hitches with each brush of his cock against your sweet spot. Sweet calls of his name fall from your lips, mingled with gibberish he couldn’t understand but he didn’t need to. All he needed was to hear you tell him he was the best. Grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to face him, he asked precisely that.

“You- nii-chan has the best cock! Much better than ‘Samu-nii!” You cry out, feeling another world rocking orgasm as he lifts your other leg, keeping you spread open nicely for him with your head is thrown back and your neck muscles tense.

“I’m gonna give you a baby, princess. We’ll be so happy, together,” Atsumu moans, hips stuttering until he’s shooting thick ropes of cum inside you, making your legs twitch and fluids spray against his abdomen, a gurgled moan from you. He continues to rut against you, making sure you take every drop he gives you.

By the time Osamu comes back, you’ll be blissfully asleep and satisfyingly full.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part IX

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1574.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V |  Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

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You didn't know what else to say, feeling ashamed. Who cared about your family circumstances? Definitely not Steve Rogers, a man you met just a couple of weeks ago and who knew nothing about you. Why did you say something like that in the first place?

You didn't wanna look at his face and see him feeling guilty because he didn't know how to comfort you. You didn't need to be comforted. You didn't need anything at all. It was just a simple cold, right?

Despite that, you suddenly started talking from beneath your blankets, "I have a younger brother. When he was born, we found out he was having severe asthma. His childhood was terrible, he had constantly been sick, I remember him being in and out the hospital all the time. Of course, because of his condition, my parents spent most of the time with him. He was just a little sick kid."

You hated yourself for talking, for showing something to Steve he shouldn't have known because he wasn't your friend, but you couldn't force yourself to stop.

"On the other hand, I am lucky to have good health. I didn't really got very sick, so, well, I didn't need help like my brother. So, I'm used to taking of myself. I'm a big girl, I don't need my mom to dance around me just because I have a cold."

Of course, you didn’t. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and even of Steve didn't show up, you'd be alright by yourself. You'd just take your acetaminophen, and then everything would be ok.

You kept silent, staring at the inside of the blanket and wishing Steve would just disappear, leaving you to your misery. You didn’t see his face, and you were glad you didn't. What he must think about you? That you were craving for his attention like a spoiled kid? Shit, it was so embarrassing. You were an adult, for goodness sake!

"I don't know about you, but when I had a flu sachet, it would make me fall asleep really quick. And when I was feeling sleepy, I would start thinking about the things I loved most because I hoped I would see them in a dream." Instead of feeling ever more ashamed, you listened to Steve's soft voice and thought you were lucky it was him being here with you now. "It actually worked, and I have been having my best dreams when I was asleep, sick. What are the things you love most?"

Surprised, you looked up at him and saw the most gentle expression on a face of a guy you had ever met. Why did he look at you like that? Why was there no pity on his face? Why was it making you cry like you were a ten year old kid? Before he could see anything, you hid beneath the blanket again and kept silent for a couple of moments to calm down.

"I love lemon pies my grandma used to make me, and her garden. She had tomatoes and cabbage and strawberries that smelled like summer. I loved watering them nearly every day because I thought I was a little forest witch who lived in her pretty cottage in the woods."

You didn't know why you were telling him this, but Steve has a strange effect on you. Or was it cold? You had no idea, but it didn’t really matter. All you were thinking about was the way fresh tomatoes smell when you'd leaned down to water them, and the sound of bees flying above strawberry's flowers. Your grandma was taking care of her cabbage - a very capricious guest in her garden - and you could hear her working, cursing grandpa for making the patches too wide in that funny voice of hers. Then she'd stood up, wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, and called you to come back to the cottage because if was time for dinner. You'd run to wash your hands in a barrel of water near the big apple tree when grandma didn't see, and soon you were sitting with her, eating her famous cabbage soup and then having a piece of a lemon pie because you worked so well today.

You could almost feel the taste on the tip of your tongue.

By the time you woke up, Steve was long gone: it was the middle of the night, and instead of him you saw a thermos with a still warm chicken soup on a chair, waiting for you. He sent you a message that you could call him at any time of the day - or night - and that he wanted you to have a bit more sleep to get better. After you had a few more sips of his soup, you fell asleep again, feeling warm and fuzzy.

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The weekend went fast. It was the first time in several years you spent so much time in bed. Steve kept appearing at your door from time to time with a new bags of food despite you telling him you had your own, but he always insisted you should it something fresh and warm. Surprisingly, he wasn't the only one at your door: Thor suddenly showed up with his whole team, bringing you notes for the upcoming exams they collected altogether, apparently. Loki sent you a message if you needed anything, and Peter left contacted you on Instagram, leaving you links to games you could play so you wouldn't feel bored. Even Bucky gave you a call, asking if he could come and give you a few packs of Neo Citran for your cold, but you kindly refused: Steve literally brought you a yearly supply of this.

It was strange. Of course, when you were in high school, your friends grew worried about you when you had been sick, but there was nothing else to it. Wasn't it always like this? Nobody came to see you. Nobody brought you soup or gave you meds or anything. Despite feeling embarrassed, you realized you actually liked it when somebody was close to you like that. It was comforting seeing Steve popping up and not having to worry about how pretty you looked: he laughed when he saw you getting all shy because you were in your pyjamas. He said he definitely didn't expect you laying on your bed in an evening gown.

Before you realized it, you were already getting better. It was just a cold, really. Soon your throat was no longer sore, and while you were still sneezing, your temperature dropped down to normal, so on Monday you were ready to come back to school as planned. Funny enough, you no longer cared if you passed your exams, having 100%. You didn’t talk about it with Steve, but Peter was laughing like crazy about that when you told him.

Funny. They no longer looked so scary to you. They were just a couple of boys, weren't they? Regardless all those scary rumors and stuff, they were just guys. Maybe they were weird and stupid and a little bit scary because you didn't know them, they were still alright. Thor said it to you, didn't he?

Monday was Bucky's day, so, once you were done dressing, he nocked at your door: you were feeling a bit shy, watching him in that leather jacket and torn jeans he kept wearing the whole year around, apparently. Barnes looked like a teenage girl's dream. He smelled like cigarettes - although he said he was trying to quit - and pinewood. Just like Thor, he liked to skip classes he didn't enjoy much, but he was smart enough to pass the exams. Funny enough, he had a motorcycle.

Again, you wondered how come girls weren't coming from a city on a bus just to go see him.

"Are you sure you’re feeling better?" He asked you softly. "You can stay home today."

"No, no, I'm perfectly alright, thank you! How are you?" Smiling, you closed the door and hid the key in your bag.

"I'm good, thank you."

He didn't speak much, but as you walked in silence, you thought it was comforting - not talking at all and feeling good about it. While Bucky looked like a scary biker, in fact, his calm and friendly demeanor only helped you relax around him. Besides, it was funny how students seemed to give him way whenever they saw him, and you thought if Steve was the King, then Bucky was the Knight.

Before you went into the your classroom, he suddenly stopped you, "Listen, I wanted to say I have your stuff."

You blinked, "What stuff?"

You didn't give him any of your stuff. Actually, after Steve gathered you all in the student council room, you only met Bucky this morning for the first time.

"The stuff those freaks took. Your... your clothes, I mean." He muttered under his breath, and you gaped at him.

Your underwear. He found your bra and panties those guys took from your room.

"Wait... how?" Staring at Bucky who, apparently, was feeling a bit embarrassed talking about it, you thought how on Earth he got those things.

There was only one way he could, right?

"Bucky, was it you who beat those guys?"

It took him a couple of seconds to turn his face to you and then sigh, "Yes, it was me."

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