#bite the hand that feeds / ic.
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@felixferitas sent : " you may not realise this, but i've been pretty damn patient with you already. " ( post felix meeting the quicks? )
which is worse: being caught in a lie, or the storm that follows? oliver thinks he had understood everything. he kept his cards close to his chest. he turned his phone off, ignored every call, every message, every voicemail— & all for nothing.
oliver's head spins. they've been sitting in felix's car, halfway down the street, in silence for the past ten minutes ( he's counted ) & nothing he thinks of saying seems right. not when felix is bristling with unspoken anger & betrayal.
you may not realise this, but i've been pretty damn patient with you already.
there it is again: that wave of nausea, crashing over him in an attempt to drown him completely. " felix— "
what is he supposed to say this time? the words get caught in his throat &, for the first time since this elaborate lie started, oliver doesn't have an answer, other than:
" 'm sorry. "
#bite the hand that feeds / ic.#felixferitas / f. catton.#uh oh! the consequences of his own actions!!
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Starter call for Vincent!
#Dead plate#Dead plate rp#careful kay keep a cool head - ooc#i bite at the hand that feeds me / slap at the face that eats me ic
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☠️ for salil
Salil looked alarmed by the idea, his wing fluttering out and feathers spread making it look larger than it was.
"I- Why would I ever do that? I have sworn to do everything I can to protect monsters such as her, resorting to killing her would be a failure in every discipline and ideal I am meant to embody I..."
The smell of fish stew, and the feel of a gravel path and the sound of Miranda's... Intresting thoughts on his situation flashed in his mind. It wasn't just that it'd be a failure of some ideal, no... Like the other Mishra's he was very declawed towards hurting those he... Cared about.
"I mean if it were her or I guess the rest of monster kind I would... I don't know? I would use some painless poison, it'd..." the idea of Miranda dead at his hands had his face pale. "Be like..." Going to sleep.
"I... It would never come to that though, I... Miranda is not someone I would ever use my skills of a... Killer on."
He won't do it, to be simple and not dance around the issue as he was aloud, he did not have the will to kill Miranda, no matter the situation, really the only case where he'd do it would be to save Aaravi and it would tear him apart.
#Try To Find A House Or Home Or Some Place To Thrive; Salil & Miranda ☆Royalreef☆#Salil ☆Will You Bite The Hand That Feeds? Will You Chew Until It Bleeds?☆ ☆Main Verse☆#Salil ☆A Demon Son Saving The Day☆ ☆IC☆#royalreef
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Smash or Pass: me
Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.
"..."
"... Smash." He says, chin tucked into his chest. Part of him hopes Wesker won't actually hear it.
#;i see that town -ic#;climbing the rungs -dbd verse#manufactoredxbyxdesign#;bite the hand that feeds -Wesker#you being the first one to respond to this is cracking me UP
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🔪 alright I'll bite
Send in 🔪 for me to use a HATE meter to check the incompatibility of our muses.
"Heh..... I would be disappointed if you at least didn't hated me a little bit, Itachi-san. How else we would be able to fight some day? I appreciated those feelings." Flick through tabs desperately. "However—"
"Neeee, that's quite the numbers Itaaaachiiii-san! I'm flattered. Kekekeke. Have some self control, will you?"
#| ic#| dash games#kinslain | Itachi san#// go on bite me and take a large chomp#// hduoahedaohedhausohadjhudojHUDOAJHEDUO kisame oh you hate me? the hand that feeds you huh
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"Art thou enjoying thy new Clerical abilities? 't has been some time since I have named a living being one of mine own clergy."
"Tis a burden usually reserved for the undead, however, thou is more apt breathing than not. Methinks thou also prefers such an arrangement."
it's peepaw withers <3
"It's... interesting to say the least. Not entirely unlike what I had before, but different." Necromancy wasn't uncommon for him to dabble in before, but... it was more the hurty kind than the dealing with undeath kind.
"So... given that I'm your cleric now, what do you intend to have me do? I'm not much of the... scribe type." Reading was a bit difficult for him now, not that he couldn't do it, it was more of a newfound inability to focus long enough to do so. Curtesy of the scrambled holes in his head.
#🗡i was a creature before i could stand ~ ic#PEEPAW#Serkan vc: I guess you're my dad now??? Am I supposed to worship you now???#🗡will you bite the hand that feeds? ~ redemption
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tag drop ; ragna vinbrandr.
( i keep snapping at giants ; let my bark bolster my bite. ✧ ic. ) ragna vinbrandr. ( self-made from a dream & the weight of everything ; turn that shit up & watch me bear it. ✧ visage. ) ragna vinbrandr. ( point the finger ; they blame the poor while the rich get richer. ✧ isms. ) ragna vinbrandr. ( i was never a rich kid-- it was never easy ; ain't got shit but i got this far. ✧ aesthetic. ) ragna vinbrandr. ( don't you know the hand that feeds ; deserves to be bitten when it beats. ✧ lore. ) ragna vinbrandr.
( i can fix me ; gotta do everything by my fuckin self around here. ✧ crack. ) ragna vinbrandr. ( i bite the tongue behind my teeth ; it was never good enough for me. ✧ game shenanigans. ) ragna vinbrandr.
connections ;
( the opposite of war-- your defiant act of creation ; to me your strength is a fact already proven. ✧ ragna & ankita. ) passionfell. ( starting little fires to keep ourselves warm ; you & i deserve to see the sky-- not just the cold below. ✧ ragna & lilstele. ) deityleft. ( fallen holy man-- you've never met a motherfucker like me ; your sword won't cut me free. ✧ ragna & alwin. ) risingretribution.
#( i keep snapping at giants ; let my bark bolster my bite. ✧ ic. ) ragna vinbrandr.#( self-made from a dream & the weight of everything ; turn that shit up & watch me bear it. ✧ visage. ) ragna vinbrandr.#( point the finger ; they blame the poor while the rich get richer. ✧ isms. ) ragna vinbrandr.#( i was never a rich kid-- it was never easy ; ain't got shit but i got this far. ✧ aesthetic. ) ragna vinbrandr.#( don't you know the hand that feeds ; deserves to be bitten when it beats. ✧ lore. ) ragna vinbrandr.#( i can fix me ; gotta do everything by my fuckin self around here. ✧ crack. ) ragna vinbrandr.#( i bite the tongue behind my teeth ; it was never good enough for me. ✧ game shenanigans. ) ragna vinbrandr.#( the opposite of war-- your defiant act of creation ; to me your strength is a fact already proven. ✧ ragna & ankita. ) passionfell.#( starting little fires to keep ourselves warm ; you & i deserve to see the sky-- not just the cold below. ✧ ragna & lilstele. ) deityleft.#( fallen holy man-- you've never met a motherfucker like me ; your sword won't cut me free. ✧ ragna & alwin. ) risingretribution.
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lyric starter call. // @dreamtchamber
" if i told you what i was, would you turn your back on me ? " tuvia was turned away from hong lu, arms crossed across her chest. everyone always abandoned her when they found out she was a bloodfiend, and she imagined that he would be no different.
#[ ic ] — the tip of my tongue running with supreme bliss.#[ project moon ] — bite the hand that feeds.#dreamtchamber
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SOMETHING RED — 성훈
you thought when sunghoon finally found you he’d rip your guts out— but no! turns out he just wants to be in your guts.
PAIRING: ghostface!sunghoon x f!reader
GENRE: smut, thriller
CONTENTS: stalker ex!hoon, dom!hoon, sub!reader, autumn setting, murder, brief desc. of dead body, chase scene, dub-con, knife/fear play, blood/pain kink, injury, degradation/praise, petnames: bunny/sugar, rough sex, oral sex, hoon grips reader’s neck but no choking, hair pulling, spanking, size kink, orgasm control, fingering, squirting, over stim, creampie, one neck bite, passing out
WC: 5.1k
NOTE: spooktober fic #1 👻 yunah version of this fic here!
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you’re responsible for the media you consume! i tried to tag everything but there may have been things i missed.
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“i had a really good time tonight, y/n.” your date smiles as you stand at your front porch.
“yeah, me too.” you reply, and you’re telling the truth.
after almost 4 years since you fled away from your hometown, and your ex (sunghoon, or rather ghostface, as the civilians like to call him), you’ve finally gone on a date.
it honestly should have been perfect. it was a simple evening. you went for ice cream and afterwards walked around a nice park to talk and feed the ducks, appreciating the beautiful colors the trees are turning. your date is an absolute gentleman, he won’t stop smiling at you and laughs at all of your stupid jokes. he’s acted like nothing but an overall sweetheart the entire time.
and yet, that’s the very thing that was wrong with the date in your mind.
it was simple, perfect, sweet…
no tension or skip of your heart beat, no wondering what will happen next. there was just…no thrill.
you think sunghoon has really fucked you up. even after all this time you’re still comparing people to your ex. your crazy, obsessive, killer ex.
god, sometimes you even catch yourself wishing he’d pop up in your life again. but after you found out it was him who was killing all of the people in your life and town, anyone who he deemed as getting in the way of your relationship, you panicked and immediately called the police.
no one has seen him since, evidently. you certainly haven’t.
but do you really wish you would? if he saw you again he’d probably kill you.
“y/n?” your date says gently, breaking you out of your stupor as you blink at the man in front of you, noticing how he’s gotten significantly closer than when you last noticed.
your porch light’s obnoxious hum is the only other sound as he gazes at you, giving you a hopeful, prompting look— sort of like he’s expecting something. you think you know what it is, but you suddenly feel like you’ve turned to stone.
“we’ll go out again, right?” he whispers as his face inches closer and closer, smiling at you sweetly.
“i’ll— i’ll text you.” you vaguely answer.
your date laughs again even though you haven’t said anything funny, raising a single hand to gently hold your arm as he finally realizes he’s gonna have to take full initiative. puckering his lips, he leans into yours as he shuts his eyes. you don’t do anything except let your eyes bulge out of your skull, before at the last second turning your head, causing his kiss to land on your cheek instead.
he pulls away while blinking widely in surprise, before his cheeks bloom a pink blush and he laughs—…again. it’s starting to be less charming and more annoying.
“you’re so cute.” he says, thinking you’re just shy.
“goodnight, y/n. i’ll see you soon?”
“sure!” you lie. “goodnight!”
you wave before immediately shutting your door.
you sigh tiredly, appreciating the beautiful glow of the moonlight that gently illuminates your otherwise dark house.
flipping the switch that lights your stairs, wood creaking beneath your feet, you walk to your bedroom. the night’s air is fresh, and the soft sound of rustling leaves always helps you calm down. so you open your bedroom window, letting the gentle breeze spread goosebumps across your arms.
moving to your dresser, you grab a tank top and shorts along with some panties before going into the bathroom to take a shower. you sit your fresh clothes on the bathroom countertop, stripping off your dirty clothes and letting them pool at your feet.
when you get in the shower you feel your previous stress melt off of you with the warm water, all thoughts and worries forgotten— temporarily at least. after about twenty minutes you step out, quickly wrapping a towel around you as the water dripping off your body and the chill in the air makes you shiver.
you move to grab your dirty clothes left on the floor to put them in the hamper, but your underwear is missing.
“what the heck,” you mumble to yourself, shaking out the clothing in your hands, checking if the item wasn’t just tangled amongst them.
“looking for these?” a voice— his voice— asks.
you gasp as your body jolts, feeling your heart spike in your chest when you look up to see ghostface standing at the bathroom’s open door.
he’s wearing his mask, signature big butchers knife in his hand as he twirls around your panties from it’s sharp point.
and…blood.
blood is on his hands and dripping off the weapon’s edge.
“y’know, i expected you to still be anxiously locking all the entrances of your house for a while longer, but you stopped only a year into moving here…” he thinks aloud with sarcastic wonder, lifting up his mask to let his eyes drink in the image of you clutching your towel to your chest.
sunghoon lets your panties slip off the knife and drop back onto the floor before stepping closer to you.
he moves slowly, making your panic worsen as he corners you into the bathroom like prey. a small, frightened noise comes from your chest when your back hits the wall, sunghoon’s face closer than ever as you watch his lips raise into a smirk.
“can you tell me why that is, bunny?”
your body trembles at the nickname that hasn’t been directed to you in years.
sunghoon started calling you that after one of the first dates you went on, the two of you watched a scary movie and you criticized the characters who were so easily killed.
“do you think you could do any better?” sunghoon had asked, smiling at you patronizingly yet fond.
“well, yeah? they always get killed cus’ they do something stupid. like lock themselves in one room or crawl through a fucking cat door.”
“and what would you do?”
“run.” you had simply answered.
“well?” sunghoon drawls, hot breath puffing into your face as he stands practically against you.
his knife is still raised, gently grazing the tip over your cheek as his eyes follow the movement.
“who’s blood is that?” you struggle out, feeling the crimson liquid trickle down your neck.
“drop your towel.”
“w— what?”
“i said drop your fucking towel, y/n.” he grits, moving the knife to apply harmless pressure to your neck— but it’s there, and it’s threatening.
the damp fabric lands with a thump on the tile floor, leaving your nipples to harden from the bite in the air.
“should have left that window fucking shut…” you whisper, but sunghoon catches it with his close proximity.
he steps back just enough to run his perverted eyes all over your body, weapon moving from your neck down to your breasts.
you inhale shakily, sunghoon chuckling under his breath.
“yes, you should have. although it wouldn’t have mattered. i came in through the front door that you also conveniently forgot about.” he replies to your statement. “which brings me to my question that i asked first, why have you been leaving everything unlocked, y/n?”
you glare up into his eyes with wavering bravery, sunghoon finding you to look more like a scared, defenseless animal.
you don’t speak, trembling lips pressing into a thin line. sunghoon slides the flat of his knife over your nipple, spreading the leftover blood across your skin and causing you to flinch as a small moan escapes you.
“you missed me.” he states with suffocating confidence, seeing right through your facade— knowing how you really feel.
“you still love me. don’t you, bunny?”
he presses his chest against yours, the rough material of his shirt giving stimulation to your sensitive nipples as he moves the weapon back up towards your face. the steel blade swipes across your mouth, staining your lips red.
sunghoon tugs down your bottom lip with his thumb, rubbing slowly side to side before pushing inside your mouth. you take it without thinking, staring up into his eyes as you suck on his appendage, wincing at the steely taste of blood.
“still such a slut.” he marvels fondly, eyelids drooping as his breath gets a little heavier. you bob your head just slightly, like you would do to his cock, and sunghoon reacts with a groan. your pussy clenches at the sound.
“well, you didn’t exactly answer my question, bunny. but since you’re so cute and helpless right now, i’ll have some mercy and answer yours.”
he pulls his thumb back and you don’t release it until it comes out with a wet pop, sunghoon groaning lowly before slamming his lips onto yours. he swallows your moans as his empty hand roams your body, fingers feathering over your bare pussy, trailing up to grope roughly at your breast before firmly wrapping around your throat.
you squirm. any shame has left your mind as you try and rub your cunt up onto sunghoon.
he’s playing nice for now it seems, pressing his jean clad thigh between your legs and letting you hump against him. you whine into his kiss as the denim makes contact with your clit, biting on sunghoon’s bottom lip unconsciously in pleasure.
he grunts at the slight pain, slapping your ass before gripping it roughly and digging his nails into your flesh.
you lick his bottom lip and suck on his tongue in apology, sunghoon’s nails retracting to rub soothingly over the skin that is now littered with red crescent cuts.
“god, i love you, bunny.” he groans lowly. “it’s your date’s blood.”
“h— huh?” you gasp, eyes widening as sunghoon stares deeply into your eyes. “you…did you kill him?”
“do you care?” sunghoon quips back cockily, but you recognize the tinge of jealousy in his tone. “he was too soft for you anyway. you like it when someone is rough and makes you feel dominated, don’t you? someone big enough to overpower you?”
he speaks in a dark tone, hand gripping your hip with possessiveness that’s sure to leave a bruise.
your breathing picks up again, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotions— though you’re not sure what any of them are.
“fuck you, sunghoon.” you spit, the man maniacally laughing with clear amusement.
“sure, sugar, later. right now i think i’m in the mood for a chase.”
he says this as he steps away from you, leaving you confused as he stares at you expectantly.
“well?” sunghoon lifts a brow, lowering the mask to cover his face completely again, gripping his knife a little tighter. “run, bunny.”
fear settles its anchor in your stomach and you take off like a bullet, water and blood dripping from your naked body as you run down the stairs. there’s only the sound of your panicked gasps of breath before ghostface’s heavy footsteps creak down the steps, coming right after you.
your first thought is to go the front door, but when you open it you're greeted with the massacred body of your date sitting in a bloody, gutted heap of red and pink mush.
you scream, immediately slamming the door shut as you choke on a gag that tickles up your throat.
ghostface makes it down the stairs, taking large but calm steps towards you as his knife gleams in the moonlight, black plastic eyes staring blankly at you.
“stop!” you cry, suddenly thankful for the wrap around layout of your house as you run right, out of the livingroom and into the hallway.
you can go to the kitchen, bedroom, or second bathroom.
everything is a dead-end except the kitchen, which has two escape routes to the outside: a latch window and the back door.
you quickly open the bedroom door to throw ghostface off and quietly sneak into the kitchen.
risking taking the time to carefully open a drawer and take a knife out— just in case, you then hurry over to the back door and turn the knob.
there’s the sound of something slicing through air before you yelp as it cuts into your hand, forcing you to jump away from the door.
“i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” ghostface warns as he walks in, creepily melodic with how he speaks.
you look back at the doorknob, seeing his knife stabbed into the wood from the force ghostface threw it with, your blood splattered in a small area against the white paint.
“now look at that, you made me hurt you.” he says with mocking sympathy, his dangerous tone making your knees feel weak with fear.
you keep switching your eyes from looking at the window to ghostface.
he just stands, watching with undivided attention as he can practically see the cogs turning in your brain, waiting for what you’ll do next like he’s watching a mouse in a trap. (or a bunny in a snare.)
you suddenly run out of the kitchen’s second entry, ending up at the living room again and booking it up the stairs. you wouldn’t have had time to make it out the kitchen window with ghostface right there, but maybe you can escape through your bedroom window. it’s already open, and even though your house is two stories, there’s a tree right next to it that will shorten the drop— if you can reach a branch without falling off the roof.
when you get to your bedroom ghostface is hot on your trail. you try to slam the door shut and lock it, but he presses against it from the other side right at the same time.
you push as hard as you can to shut the door, but ghostface has always been much stronger than you.
busting the door open, your body is flung backward as you land on the floor, knife falling out of your hands and sliding away from you.
you scramble on the ground to get it back, just barely grasping it in your hand before ghostface grabs and flips you over onto your back, ripping his mask off and letting it clatter to the floor.
“s— stop it, sung— sunghoon.” you struggle to get out from how your body and voice shakes, pressing your legs together in fear and ignoring the wetness between them as sunghoon cages your body with his limbs.
“oh, are you going to make me?” he challenges with no fear, the smile on his face clearly expressing that he doesn’t take a word you say seriously.
“go on then, bunny. take a stab at me.”
sunghoon drops his own knife from his hands, baring himself to your mercy.
your eyes widen, hands shaking as you pathetically raise the knife.
you look from his eyes to his vulnerable stomach that you could easily plunge the weapon into, and back up to his eyes again.
sunghoon slenders his gaze at you, as if to say ‘you can’t do it, can you?’.
you burst into sobs, dropping the knife and hiding your face in your hands.
sunghoon leans down to coo at you, running his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead.
“i knew you couldn’t do it, bunny. i’ve been watching you ever since you left town, and you know what i found out?”
you take watery gasps, wiping off your tears so you can look up at sunghoon.
you know the answer, even in your messy state. it’s apparent throughout everything in your life, after all these years and all the decisions you’ve made.
“i—…that i n— never stopped loving you.”
“that’s right, sugar. couldn’t even bear to kiss your date, could you?”
you shake your head, cries reducing to sniffles as sunghoon cups your face with his still bloodied hands, the liquid beginning to dry as it feels tacky on your skin.
“it’s okay, bunny. you were a good girl, so i won’t punish you…too much. as for him— well,”
he laughs, but it sounds hollow, devoid of anything other than hate and rage. “he got what he deserved.”
suddenly sunghoon is picking up his knife and hoisting you up, your waist thrown over his shoulder as you gasp in surprise while he walks over to the bed.
sunghoon takes a handful of your ass, admiring how it jiggles when he jostles it in his hand before giving it a hard spank. you whimper and push back into his palm, wordlessly asking for more.
“slut.” he chuckles under his breath, throwing you roughly on the mattress a second later.
sunghoon places his knife on your nightstand as you sit up on your elbows to look at him curiously. he practically devours your body with his eyes as he strips off his shirt, your mouth watering at the revealed expanse of his tapered waist and sculpted abs. you can’t help but whine when he slowly pushes the waistband of his pants and underwear down, hard, huge cock slapping against his stomach wetly.
“missed this, bunny?”
you only whine, feeling like the desparate whore that you are for sunghoon as you blatantly squeeze and rub your thighs together, trying to bring any sort of relief to your needy pussy. you practically feel edged by everything that’s transpired so far.
“come.” sunghoon orders, pointing at the floor in front of him.
you know what that means, quickly getting off the bed and on your knees, looking up at him with pathetically begging eyes. he only acknowledges you with a piercing stare, picking up his knife again as he moves it beneath your hairline, pressing the cold, flat side of its blade into the nape of your neck.
“now suck.”
you’re eager, enveloping his dick into your watering mouth and pushing yourself as far down the long shaft as you can muster. you gag, sunghoon’s salty pre-cum making you salivate for more as you don’t pull off, only trying to push his cock deeper down your throat.
even as your eyes squeeze shut, choking around him— you don’t stop.
not until sunghoon roughly pulls you off by the hair, a deep sound coming out of you as your mouth is suddenly empty, gasping and coughing while a string of saliva hangs from your lips.
“did i say swallow me whole? dumb whore. suck.”
you immediately do as he says, apologizing with your eyes and pliant little hums around him as you envelope just the tip in your mouth, sucking on it delicately like a lollipop.
sunghoon bares his teeth at the teasing pleasure, watching your lips that are glossy with your own spit prettily wrapped around his big dick. you look so small and helpless like this: kneeling, naked, someone else’s blood drying on your body— as well as a little of your own.
sunghoon thinks you’re most beautiful like this. his slutty little bunny trapped in the snare he’s made just for you.
grabbing a painfully tight fistful of your hair, he slams your face against his pelvis. you’re reduced to choking sounds and sputters as you struggle to take the sheer size of him into your mouth, sunghoon continuing to catch you off guard as he starts bobbing your head up and down his shaft like a cock sleeve.
you cry and moan at the feeling of him using you like a cheap whore, your pussy throbbing with the need to be touched but being ignored— and it only turns you on that much more.
your scalp burns as sunghoon keeps yanking you by the hair, spit seeping out of the corners of your stretched lips and running down your chin.
“almost forgot what a dirty slut you could be, bunny. f— fucking shit!”
hearing sunghoon’s hard resolve crack, you’re hit with another wave of enthusiasm.
you swallow around him, doing your best to lick and suck whenever you get the chance between the harsh movements he controls you with. then you have an idea, and without a second thought you’re executing it.
moving a hand down to your pussy, you smear the generous wetness on your fingers, lifting them up to cup sunghoon’s balls, fondling them with ease thanks to your slick.
“god— fuck! good girl! that’s a good little whore. choke on my dick while you make me messy.”
you feel like you could almost cum just from sunghoon’s words, the tingly pain at your scalp, and the full mouth of dick you’re taking. moans almost rhythmically come from your throat as your free hand goes down to rub desperately at your neglected clit, hips making trembling movements at the pleasure that’s not enough while at the same time being too much.
“bunny, oh— damn. you really like me fucking your mouth, don’t you sugar?”
“mm—hmm,” you moan around him, sunghoon starting to snap his hips more aggressively. you feel his dick pulse in your mouth, a deep growl coming from him a moment later, signaling his soon release.
“you ready for me, bunny? you ready for my cum?”
please, please, yes— you want to say, but it only comes out as whimpers as his cock bruises the back of your throat.
your thighs begin to tremble as you feel yourself getting closer. sunghoon moans out, pressing his hips flat against your face as his dick throbs, pumping a huge load down your throat. that paired with the feeling of his knife pressing harder into your neck sends you into white hot ecstasy, shaking like a leaf and thighs clenching around your own hand as you ride it out on your soaked fingers.
sunghoon’s dick is dripping with your spit and his cum when he pulls out, still hard as a rock and catching his breath as he slowly jerks himself off, wincing at the painful pleasure after just cumming— but not able to stop as he’s mesmerized by how much of the both of you there is, mixing all together with each movement of his hand.
sunghoon then looks over at you just as you’re pulling your hand away from yourself, groaning as he sees the wet webs between your fingers.
“get on the bed, bunny. ass up.”
your movements are clumsy as you’re still weak from the hard orgasm, but you want more, so you do as he says. sunghoon gives you a helping hand, making sure you don’t fall as the both of you get on the bed.
sunghoon sits up on his knees behind you. your ass looks amazing in this position, and your legs are spread, completely unable to hide your dripping pussy from sunghoon’s hungry eyes.
you turn your head, looking back at him with fucked out eyes that ask for more. he smirks, placing both hands on either side of your hips before stooping low to go down on your sloppy cunt.
“oh— fuck, su— sunghoon!”
you’re so turned on, and if you really think about it (which you’re trying not to), you probably shouldn’t be— not after what he’s done.
and yet, here you are, whining like a whore as the ghostface killer fucks your pussy with his tongue.
he can’t get enough of your taste. he’s went years without it after all, and sunghoon finds he’s going feral now that you’re finally in his mouth again. he delves his tongue as deeply as it can go, paying attention to what movements make you cry louder. sunghoon makes sure to pull out and suck your puffy clit between his lips, proud at himself with how it makes your legs quiver, before shoving his appendage back inside your core and fucking it in and out of you.
“hoonie, please,” you beg, already needing release as you’re sensitive from your previous orgasm.
“no,” he barks, annoyed that he even has to separate his mouth from your pussy to speak, reconnecting with you immediately after.
you dare to whine defiantly at him, and sunghoon reacts by reigning his hand down on your ass.
the hit is hard, making your eyes widen and taking your breath away as the strength he uses on you is unexpected. you can feel your skin tingling and hot from where the slap landed, and somehow it just makes you feel even more needy.
sunghoon knows you liked it, he can tell by how your pussy is contracting around his tongue, making him smirk against you as he keeps eating you out with no mercy.
you wiggle your hips just slightly, side to side, unable to keep still as you just need more.
you feel sunghoon’s annoyed growl, the vibrations of it sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core. he spanks you again, right on the same spot as before. this time a sob is ripped out of your chest at the pain, your face burying into the bed.
“you’re a bad fucking girl, can’t even do what i want you to.” sunghoon grits as he removes his mouth and shoves two merciless fingers inside you instead, roughly curving them as his thumb rubs at your clit. the amount of pain and pleasure is equal now, making you want to pull away while at the same time, push closer. the sounds your pussy makes as sunghoon quickly moves his fingers are loud and should be embarrassing— yet all you can think about is how good he’s making you feel and how badly you need to cum.
“hoon, i— really i can’t— can’t take it!”
“oh you’ll take it, bitch. if you want me to fuck you with my cock by the end of this.”
“no— yes! please, want your cock!” you blubber, the thought of not getting it making you feel as if you could cry at any moment, that paired with how meanly sunghoon treats your desperate little pussy, fucking it like he wants you to squirt all over the sheets— yet refusing to let you.
“i’ll be good, hoonie! i’ll let you do whatever you want, just— let me cum!”
the man doesn’t say anything, fingers not stopping as you feel his other hand’s nails dig into the flesh of your ass again, leaving more claiming cuts into your skin.
“fine, filthy slut. cum.”
the relief and pleasure of finally letting go is too much, your hearing is reduced to a high pitched ringing, and you’re not sure if your eyes are shut or if your vision has blacked out.
when you come back to, you’re on your back, sunghoon’s hands all over your body as the look in his eyes looks like he’s truly lost it.
“hoon, can’t,” you pant out as he starts lifting your limp leg to his shoulder.
but he doesn’t stop, his frantic movements continue, only looking up at you with pupils you swear are blown out.
“you’ll let me do whatever i want, remember?” he speaks out roughly, his throat scratchy either from eating you out so vigorously or from being so turned on.
“even if you didn’t let me, i’d still do whatever i want with you.” he cruelly chuckles, smirking down at you. the points of his teeth remind you of a wolf.
guess you really are the bunny.
you whimper— and you’re not sure if it’s from fear or twisted arousal.
tears fill your eyes as you watch sunghoon grab his huge cock, jerking it a few times to spread his cum. (not that he needs to— you literally just squirted.) you can only imagine how big the stretch will be inside your tiny little pussy to fit his huge girth. you’ve taken it before of course, but your insides are crying out in sensitivity, and your head feels foggy, like you could fall back out of consciousness again.
“please, hoonie, please—“
you’re words are cut off by your own agonized cry as sunghoon’s cock feels like it’s piercing your guts, pushing and pushing until he’s down to the hilt.
then he starts thrusting into you with enough power that it pushes your head against the headboard, your hands moving up to brace yourself as your hiked up leg tightens around his shoulder.
despite everything, you can’t help the delirious moan you let out, feeling your pussy ooze more fluids you didn’t think you had at this point.
“my slutty little bunny, huh, y/n?” sunghoon almost coos, if it wasn’t for how his teeth are harshly bared.
“missed my big dick abusing your insides, didn’t you, bunny?”
you sob, tears racing down your cheeks as your hole helplessly clenches and suffocates on sunghoon’s huge, unforgiving length.
“admit it. admit you’re a dirty whore for me.”
“i am— i am, hoonie!” you pant out breathlessly, each of his bruising thrusts feeling like they punch the breath right out of you. your chest aches from the big gulps of air you take. “m’a whore, such a dirty whore for you, sunghoon— fuck, please!”
sunghoon’s pants almost match up with your own, his body starting to tremble as he moves to lean down on his elbows against the bed, the new position forcing your leg to stretch even further— causing sunghoon’s cock to ram even deeper inside you.
“you’re mine. you hear me, bitch? you’re fucking mine! don’t ever think i’m gonna let you run away from me again.”
“oh god— i’m cumming!” you scream, unable to even ask for permission or try to hold back as your body convulses with the waves wracking over your body.
the only thing that keeps the darkened edges of your vision from completely taking over is sunghoon’s dick driving into you, chasing after his own high as your pussy spasms around him. you’re almost too tight, your core literally unable to take his huge size anymore as sunghoon forces his cock in again and again, balls slapping crudely against you.
when he finally busts inside, sunghoon clamps his teeth down on your neck, the sensations overwhelming him as he fucks you full of his cum.
he doesn’t pull out, even when your crying doesn’t stop, he keeps your poor abused pussy plugged up with his full load by his huge dick.
once sunghoon catches his breath, he glides his tongue across his teeth, curious at the taste of blood in his mouth.
“hoon, you bit me.” you whine, pouting at him as you try to look where his teeth left bloody marks into the junction of your shoulder.
sunghoon sighs, and you can tell by the noise and how his eyes flit over the wound excitedly that it turns him on.
his tongue licks over the bite in apology, cleaning up the blood before pressing little kisses all over it.
“you make me crazy, bunny.” he whispers lovingly, eventually pulling away from your shoulder to hover above your face.
you stare at each other silently, before you tilt your chin up, begging for a kiss with pouty lips and shiny eyes.
sunghoon smiles, those wolfish teeth still poking through slightly as he leans down to capture you in a slow, passionate kiss.
it tastes like blood and cum.
your blood and cum.
the realization frightens you only a little bit, the stronger emotion being some sort of sick arousal.
sunghoon might be crazy over you, but he’s definitely made you crazy as well.
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NOTE: divs by adornedwithlight
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@felixferitas liked for a one-liner.
" are y'sure this is a good idea? "
#bite the hand that feeds / ic.#felixferitas / f. catton.#“is this a good idea” as if he's not gonna do whatever fel wants#smh u stupid incel freak baby
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La Gueule de Saturne. At first, Michael hadn't bothered to spare the building a glance as he made his way to and from work in the middle of the night and early morning. It seemed peaceful, yet very refined. Nothing to what he was used to.
But after the incident at the sister location to his father's restaurant chains, he began to grow more and more paranoid, burning every restaurant he believed to be related to his father and his plans. There was nothing in particular that drew his attention to La Gueule de Saturne, nothing other than the fact that it was near the sister location and that Michael was close to going mad with his own fears.
Breaking in through the back door was surprisingly easy, and he walked in calmly with two jerrycans of gasoline in his hands. It didn't seem like anyone was inside, so he made his way into the main kitchen, looking around. There didn't seem to be anything immediately wrong to him, so he walked into another room, shivering at the sudden cold. The freezer.
Michael turned away, walking into the main kitchen again, not caring how much noise he made since he thought he was alone. Where the hell were the bodies being kept? Where were the weapons? The animatronics?
Vincent was exhausted. it had been a long day, as well as Rody continuously bothering him, He had to keep punishing chefs when they messed up. He flopped on his bed, just completely exhausted and tired.
He jumped up from his small slumber when he heard noises in the kitchen. he looked terrified, slowly getting up and going to his own kitchen to grab a knife.
He walked down the stairs slowly, smiling when he saw his office door was still shut before slowly opening it. "Whoever is there, I recommend you leave. Now."
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The ground beneath her feet crunched slightly as she stepped out of the car, followed shortly by the slow crumble of her tail swishing over the exact same path. The serf who had opened the door for her had already stepped out of the way, holding it open for Salil to make his own way out, polite and refined and silent in the proper way of waitstaff.
The steps out sat low, easy for Miranda to move in and out of, and with the arrangement of the car that had chauffeured them both here, it was less like actually getting out of a car and more... simply getting off a couch and leaving a room. Low ceiling not abiding, the luxury of even a transitory vehicle spoke more to Miranda's wealth and the casual adjustments she needed for every single aspect of her life.
She stepped forward, stood aside, waiting for Salil to get out behind her. Here, the trees were thick, and they cast dappled shadows across the top of her head, a patchwork quilt of light that made the sudden appearance of her pink scales come as a shock against the dusty, dark red that the leaves' shadows left in their wake. It smelled earthy here, dark and damp in the pleasant way of underbrush and of topsoil, and there was the sound of wings somewhere in the trees around them, alongside the slow lapping of a wide river, space and an absence of stones within its bed calming its currents into something almost trustworthy.
"This is the place," she spoke, squinting her eyes, peering down the path. It was gravel, admittedly, which was not her first choice, but it fit the rest of the scene, and Miranda had not wanted to pause any longer to put down anything else.
Before them, trailing down and down and perched against the banks of the river like a treehouse without the trunk, was the house. One side was level with the ground, the front door backed by rocking chairs and by flower pots like guards, but the other side, although still the ground floor, was suspended on stilts over the river. The banks of the river had fallen away and dipped low, sitting it lower than the driveway and the land around it, and it was in this way that the house easily matched both, providing opposing entrances. There seemed to be some stairs or another, coming down and off the porch down to the river, and some boat with a pulley mechanism to lower it down into the water, but they were too far away still to tell any more.
It was tall though, clear even through the trees that shaded the entire area in dappled shadow. Two stories, probably, with the roofs tilted up into fairytale tents, their shingling a pleasant, happy red. There was at least one chimney, built out of misshapen river stones, stacked on top of each other and sealed, made to bend the smoke away from the rest of the house. There was also some sort of central dome, mismatched from the others, made out of glass and ironwork and sitting above the rest like a crown jewel, the only place caught by the direct light of the sun. The walls were wooden, in the quaint rustic sense, and all around the house wove little paths, flanked by flowers and paved out of nothing more than dirt and sand, and perhaps a few stepping stones, on the rare occasion.
One path tracked off, into the trees, where brightly painted wooden targets could just be seen, placed here and there with some wear. Other paths were woven into the banks of the river, not just on this side but the other as well, little deer paths where animals had wandered down to the water to drink. Another led to some hardly cordoned-off section, only delineated by stacks of logs in a zig-zagging sort of fence, where the ground had been tilled in even rows, like they were just waiting for the gardener to show up.
Miri stepped forward, following along the stepping-stone path up to the front door, covered by its own, much smaller porch. "I thought you might appreciate something near the water — it is hardly what I would call my own, but freshwater though it is, I thought you might enjoy having someplace private to cool off, in the warm summer evenings. And the butterfly house inside! I am quite happy with that one, and I thought you might enjoy it as well. There is the apothecary on the ground floor, next to a small armory, which has another door out to the shooting range."
Salil had been admittedly nervous about all of this for reasons ranging from this all being some weird trap by Aaravi to try and put him back on their mother's path to worrying that if anyone found out they would hurt him or Miranda, not that concisely he could name who would be doing the hurting. Either way he had been nervous.
But there was also excitement, because Miranda was very good at making a pleasant space around themselves, when he was spending time with her it didn't feel like the usual high stikes world he normally occupied, maybe... A space for him, by her, would carry this peace too.
"...Thank you again for this, I really don't know how I'll repay your kindness." The idealic woods scene reminded Salil of the woods he used to explore as a child, of streams he'd play in and birds he'd mimic.
As the pair reached the clearing where the house stood, warm and inviting Salil paused, stunned for a moment really looking at this.
He felt so overwhelmed, he was happy, he was striken by the grief of missing a place you had never been before, he missed his old house, he felt a guilt he didn't feel this happiness when he had been taken to his fathers.
A lot was hitting him at once and it left him frozen in awe at this, at having a home, at owing it to... A sister in law.
He bit his bottom lip, as he struggled to keep his tearducts closed, hold it in and be strong, it'd be... Wrong to distract from Miranda's kindness by crying like a baby.
He was still collecting himself, putting together what he was looking at when Miranda spoke.
"I- I really don't know what to say, I- You really put a lot of thought into this thank you." Salil'a voice was weaker and more gentle than Miranda had heard it before, he struggled to not tear up still.
#royalreef#Salil ☆A Demon Son Saving The Day☆ ☆IC☆#Salil ☆Will You Bite The Hand That Feeds? Will You Chew Until It Bleeds?☆ ☆Main Verse☆#Try To Find A House Or Home Or Some Place To Thrive; Salil & Miranda ☆Royalreef☆
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Name: Albert Wesker
Age: 48
Do you like to cuddle?: No.
Can we make-out?: …Yes.
A night in or dinner out?: I suppose if you consider the pine needles you are bound to swallow as I’m hunting you down “dinner”...
Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: That is how you get an infection.
Chocolates and roses?: Which one do you want?
What makes you a good Valentine?: I am a God. You would be insolent to refuse.
Would you cook for me?: No.
Would you let me cook for you?: Can you do so without starting a fire?
Where would you take me on a date?: ... What is your stance on inescapable forests?
Who’s paying?: Technically I am.
What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: The mortifying horror of being perceived.
Valentine’s Day Application
The fact that this is the first application to get handed his way shocks him. To be honest, he wasn't expecting much of anything at all, and so see the name Albert Wesker filled in at the top is incredibly surreal. He looks at the paper, blinking at it and checking it over to actually see if it's real. Is this happening right now? Is he having a nightmare? What is happening.
"Uh." He says, rather eloquently, "... I mean... do I really have a choice? I-I don't think I do."
Congrats, @manufactoredxbyxdesign : Your application has been (reluctantly) accepted. For the record, James would prefer chocolates (Since he always brought Mary flowers).
#;i see that town -ic#;climbing the rungs -dbd verse#manufactoredxbyxdesign#;bite the hand that feeds -wesker#I'M FUCKING HOWLING.
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to be loved is to be known | suna rintarou x reader
you're in love with suna. you think suna's in love with someone else. he's not.
slight angst, happy endings, and miscommunications atsumu is sexy reader is gn wc: 1481
It is dusk and warm and just barely humid when you realize you don’t know Suna Rintarou at all.
You know that Suna likes chuupets and volleyball and his dingy digital camera with the cracked screen. His left eye twitches slightly when he lies, he always ties his right shoe before his left, and he keeps forgetting to buy pencil lead despite preferring mechanical pencils over traditional. He likes the rain. Can’t bite into ice cream. Wool scarves over fleece, seven followers on his private Twitter, and is always late because he likes feeding the stray cats in the alley next to the Family Mart with the good sausages.
What you didn’t know is that Suna Rintarou is in love. You find out from Kita Shinsuke, who tells Aran after practice, a conversation not meant for your ears but gracing them nonetheless as you stand before the entrance to the gymnasium. You feel a dryness in your throat and a sting in your eyes as Kita shares that Suna is not only in love but had confessed to someone. Maybe it’s your divine punishment for eavesdropping. Maybe it’s rotten luck. Because, coincidentally, and horribly so, you’ve been in love with Suna Rintarou ever since you met him.
So when Suna walks up from behind you, back from the vending machine, and asks you why you’re lingering outside and staring at Kita with that look on your face, you lie.
“I have a crush on Shinsuke.” You blurt out.
He blinks. Once. Twice. And stares.
The longer Suna stares at you under the grey, purplish-pinkish sky with his hands shoved into his pockets and his left eye twitching, you realize you don’t know him at all. Because Suna, in all his indifference and nonchalance, looks hurt. You see something flit beneath his eyes, but you’ve never been good at reading people. So you settle on the idea that it’s something less than betrayal but more than indifference, and you don’t know why your heart’s beating so fast and sinking, pitter pattering and twisting in your stomach.
You feel sick.
“You like Kita-san,” He says, and it comes out as a statement, not a question. He blinks a third time, and as the look in his eyes disappears as quickly as it came, you decide you much prefer the hurt or the discomfort or the something over the blank apathy that he’s looking you over with now. “You have a crush on Kita… Shinsuke.” He finishes, and you can’t hear the bitterness in his voice over the shrill of your heart.
You’ve always liked Suna’s eyes but tonight you like the pavement more, and as you stare a hole into the concrete beneath you, you ignore how your feet are fidgeting and your palms are sweaty and how Rintarou is hovering over you.
“Mhm,” You squeak, tearing your eyes from the asphalt with the cracks and an ugly pill-bug on the ground. As you look up to grey eyes and dark hair, you wish that loving Suna Rintarou was harder.
“I’m, uh, I’m going to tell Shinsuke tomorrow.” You say, Shinsuke’s name foreign on your tongue compared to the warmth and honey that Rintarou’s tastes like. I’m in love with you and this is a bad idea, you think. I like you, not Kita, is what you don’t say. Instead, and arguably worse, is the mention of Miya Atsumu’s name. “Atsumu gave me the confidence to confess!”
Suna pauses.
“Atsumu told you to?” He asks, and it’s the most bewildered you’ve heard him in a while.
A glance at his phone. Hands that emerge from his pockets. If you weren’t so preoccupied with the concrete you would have seen the twitch of his fingers and the tightening of his jaw as he opens Line. You nod dimly.
“Okay,” is what he says, and you feel your heart in your stomach again. You look up. “Okay.” He repeats again.
And maybe it’s the hurt that stings in your chest from Rintarou being so okay with you (hypothetically) being in love with Kita Shinsuke that pushes your eyes to water and your mouth to open.
“Is that it?” You ask.
A beat of silence. And then, a scoff.
“Yeah. Congratulations,” Suna says. “Good luck.”
As dusk turns to nightfall and what was a barely-humid night in July is now overwhelmingly warm and sickly and hot, Rintarou’s gaze is overbearing. And when your eyes start to swim and Suna’s gaze turns to confusion and then realization, you do the only thing you know how to do. You bolt.
An incessant string of dings. Your lip wobbles under your teeth as you pull out your phone from under your covers.
from: miya osamu (21:03) where the fuck did ya go and whys suna blwoin up my phone
from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:03) WHYYSS SUNARIN BLOWING UOA PP MY PHONE ??!?@@>>!?>??!??! WHYS HE SAYIN U LIKE KITA-SAN
from: you (21:05) its so over i ran home
from: you (21:05) i told him i like shinsuke and that i am confessing to kita tomorrow
amazing perfect miya atsexy and miya osamu are typing…
from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:06) WHAT
from: miya osamu (21:06) r u fuckin stupid why would ya do that
from: you (21:07) i heard shinsuke tell aran that suna confessed to someone today and then rin came back so i told him i like kita bcuz i panicked and also he cant know i like him right as he’s ginna get BAGGED wait but idk if he got rejected or not WHO AM I KIDDING suna would NOT get rejected LOLOL but anyways i think he knows i like him bcuz i started cryig and then he had this look on his face like he knew i was bullshittin him now venmo me money before i kil msyelf
from: miya osamu (21:12) yeah he was gonna confess to YOU today
from: you (21:12) ?
from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:12) HOLY MISCOMMUNICATION
from: you (21:18) Wht??
from: miya osamu (21:19) suna was supposed to confess to u today
from: you (21:21) but shinsuke said rin already confessed
from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) why wiud u ever think about takin gossip from KITA SHINSUKE AN WHYD YA BRING ME UP IM GNNA BE STONED AT DAWN
from: miya osamu (21:22) HOORAY !
from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) SHUDDUP
You bolt, again, but this time it’s out of your bed, down a flight of stairs, and through your front door. You’re halfway down the street near the Family Mart with the Good Sausages™ when you barrell into someone who smells faintly of blackberries and Suna’s laundry detergent.
“Excuse me,” You blurt, scrambling away, until you feel a grip on your waist and a familiar shape behind you with a familiar smell and a familiar voice, and Ohmygod, you’re out of breath and close to frantic but Suna Rintarou is holding you steady by your waist, warm and tall and here.
“Rintar-”
“I like you.”
You feel it more than you hear it- Suna is muffled and quiet as he mumbles into the back of your shoulder, tall frame folded into you.
“Idiot.” He adds, and you don’t have to turn to know the tips of his ears are pink and his eyebrows are furrowed. “You’re an idiot.”
It’s twilight, and just-barely humid when you realize that Suna Rintarou knows you.
Suna knows that you ramble when you’re nervous. He knows that you like the rain and you don’t like humidity. You carry extra lead in your pencil pouch and you like volleyball and stray cats. You can bite into your ice cream. You color coordinate your bookshelves. You don’t have a crush on Kita Shinsuke.
You don’t know that Suna keeps his digital camera with the shitty cracks because you bought it for him from a shop in Akihabara. You don’t know that Suna leaves his packs of pencil lead at home because leaning over your desk in class and seeing that smile on your face is far more fun. You don’t know that he writes with extra pressure on his worksheets to crack his lead and ask for more.
You didn’t know that Suna Rintarou is in love with you.
So he grins into your shoulder and tells you.
amazing perfect miya atsexy (22:14) 1 Attachment GROSS!!!!!! do NOT start making out at practice or i will RESIGN !!!
sunarin (22:14) @ y/n lets start making out at practice
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#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fic#haikyu x reader#suna rintarou#suna rintarou x reader#suna#suna x reader#suna rintaro#suna rintaro x reader
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Their hands roughly bunched up the fabric of his compression shirt, making him laugh. He appreciated their enthusiasm.
“Good boy.”
Gabban helped the Devil pull both of his top layers the rest of the way off, revealing a wretched trail of scars in the near darkness of the room, mostly concentrated on his arms. They weren’t pleasant to look at by any stretch of the imagination, too deep and cruelly jagged to be admired. But this was all the proof he needed to show he could take it indeed.
He pressed himself against Devil once more, enjoying the new warmth on his bare skin, then eyed the base of their neck with a discerning gaze. Finally, he settled on a spot somewhere along the right-hand side, briefly licking it before he sank the full weight of his jaw into their flesh. The pressure should have been strong enough to break skin, but Devil was bizarrely resilient, and he found that resistance a perfect match for his gnawing. Comfortable, almost.
When he drew back it was only to switch angles, wanting to create a chain of toothy rings along their shoulder.
If there was one thing the Devil could quantify as relentlessly attractive, it was passion-- and Gabban didn't lack for it. He kissed like a starving man at a banquet, clung and grabbed like he was looking for a lifeline.
Really, what was the point of any of this if you held back?
A low grunt escaped him as Gabban pulled him by the hair, followed by an unabashed sigh of satisfaction at soft lips against his throat. Gloves pressed into his skin and left white marks behind; he couldn't feel scars, he couldn't feel anything-- so all he wanted t was to see. "Only dish it out if you can take it," the Devil answered in a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated against Gabban's lips.
He started tugging that shirt up, insistent and impatient.
#.ic#.Gabban#.always feed the hand that leads to teeth (modern au )#usft#nsft#/I might as well put a read more cuz of the biting#/8 )))
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In the dungeon
yandere!king oc x fem!reader
Summary: after disrespecting him, you've found yourself in his dungeon. Edmund comes to visit you because he has heard that you haven't eaten in three days
Warnings: self starvation, punishment, toxic relationship,
Word count: 1.1k
He doesn't like it, but what choice does he have? If people found out that he doesn't punish his own wife, what would they think of him? That he's not a well respected leader because he can't even punish his own wife? No, he can't have that. He has to do it. But by doing it, he also feels pain, so it's a punishment for both of you. That's how he explained it.
You had disrespected him, belittled him and his masculinity. And now you're here. Easier said than done. Saying the words to him was easier than doing the time for them.
Your head hangs low as footsteps echo down the spiral stone stairs. You don't look up to see who it is, don't care who it is. Another guard to switch swift.
“Oh, my love …”
You look up. Edmund is standing on the other side of the metallic bars, wearing his clean, colorful clothes made out of the finest satin. He places a plate with a silver cloche on the bench beside him. You pull yourself up from the floor slowly, back sore from resting against the stone wall for eternity and stomach empty. Edmund's ice blue eyes follow your every step. It's not often that they contain any type of emotion, but seeing you like this brings out a deep worry that seems to make his eyes glow.
You drag yourself over to the door, which is nothing more than metallic bars. You hold onto one of the cold metal rods. Edmund places his hand over yours.
“The guards have told me that you haven't eaten in three days”, he says softly, as if you could break if he raised his voice even a decibel louder. “You can't do that, Y/N. You can't worry me like this.”
As if he would have eaten that stale bread and drink that moldy water, you think.
“Can I come up now?” you whisper. “I want to get out of here”, you cry weakly. “Edmund, please …”
Edmund shakes his head carefully.
“No, not yet”, he answers with a heavy sigh. “It's going to be okay, darling”, he reassures you softly, kissing the hand he's holding. “Soon, you'll be back with me, okay? Believe me, I want nothing more than to let you back upstairs and have you in my arms, but they would think I was incompetent in my role.”
He wipes one of your tears apologetically.
“Do you care more about your power than you do me?” you whisper.
He looks taken aback, unable to know what to answer.
“Don't be like that”, he says. “You know I love you more than anything else.”
But not enough, apparently, you think and sniffle.
He looks behind you, around the cell.
“I brought some food from the kitchen”, he says. “I want to see you eat it before I leave.”
He gestures for the guard to unlock the door as he bends down to pick up the plate. You back away from the door, finding your safe spot on the floor by the opposite wall. Edmund walks over, checking the floor before hesitantly sitting down.
“Do you have to sit on the dirty floor?” he mumbles dislikingly.
“I like it”, you reply.
“Alright, alright.”
Despite grimacing and dusting of his satin clothes, he makes himself comfortable on the hard, dirty floor and opens the cloche. The smell of boiled potatoes and marinated meat meets your nose, and the sight is even more exquisite. He takes out a silver fork from his pocket, stabs one of the potatoes and holds it to your lips. You open your mouth, letting him feed you. It tastes better than you remember it to. It has only been a week since you got locked down in the dungeon, but without anything to do, without necessities and comfort, the hours creep by. For all you could care, a month could have gone by. The only form of company you've had have been the rats crawling around on the floor, just big enough to squeeze through the metal bars. They bite.
“Tasty?” Edmund asks.
You nod. Anything that the kitchen prepares is delicious — or at least a thousand times better than the rock hard bread and dusty water.
“Good”, the young king says, pleased, feeding you another fork full of meat. “It makes me feel better to see you eat.”
Eating the food he has brought for you reminds you of how badly you want to vet out of here … and how much your comfort relies on Edmund.
Edmund wipes away a sauce smudge on the corner of your lips and sticks it between his lips to lick it off. You doubt he would do that to anyone else. Ever. He has certain liberties with you which he has with no one else. He can hug you, touch you, smile at you, joke with you. You give him life in a way no one can.
“You should see how restless my hours without you are”, he sighs and rolls his eyes. “I'm a walking bomb without you. I almost feel bad for my secretary.”
“Then let me back up …”, you whisper, a last attempt to try to plead with him. “Please.”
“I can't. Not yet. I've already given you special treatment and advantages no one else has gotten. If I let you back upstairs before an appropriate time my authority will be questioned.”
“I'm sorry, Edmund.”
Your voice is barely audible. His hand stops dead in its track on its way to your mouth. A drop of sauce falls down on the floor. You can see that it hit him right in his heart, shattering it.
“Oh, I know”, he reassures you and feeds you the piece of meat. “I know, darling. I believe you.”
You chew slowly, swallow slowly. The food seems to get stuck in your throat.
“Good girl”, Edmund praises. “You can hold out a little while longer, can't you? Just a few more days?”
You nod in defeat. What other choice do you have now that your pleading didn't work?
Edmund stands up. You follow him panicked, quickly reaching out and grabbing his hand.
“No!” you shriek. “Dont leave me. I don't want to be alone!”
“It's getting late”, Edmund answers. “I thought that I would let you get some rest.”
“No … not alone … please. Please stay. Just a little while longer.”
He thinks for a second. “Okay.”
You breathe out in relief. He sits down with his back against the wall, letting you fall asleep against him, wrapped in his warm, strong arms. Leaving him alone with his thoughts — his conflicting, torturing thoughts.
When you wake up the following morning by the sun shining through the little window pane you're alone, lying on the floor, covered by a colorful cape made out of the finest satin.
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