#did someone teach me to hate it or was the disgust inside of me all along

[youve-always-had-me-cas]

[eleven deleted draft vents later] dae asexuality kinda fuckin weird

[disturbedwoodelf]

🌶️ Moonstruck 🌶️

Warnings: cursing, asshole!Matt, Dom!Matt, party, enemies to lovers, best friends brother, mentions of drinking/drugs, smut, fingering, male receiving oral, face fucking, female receiving oral, p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, slight degradation kink, praise kink, slut shaming, squirting, overstimulation. Just all around rough & nasty smutty smut smut sMUT.

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Part 2?

You knew from the moment you met him, you hated him and everything he did.

His smirk, his smile, the way he did everything he could to make sure you were watching him. He always did everything in his power to make you hate him. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel a sort of attraction towards him. His hair, and the way he would put his fingers through it.

God, his fingers. Every time you’d see him hold the steering wheel like his life depended on it and his fingers would tap against it, going along with the beat of the shitty trap music that Chris chose for the night, you couldn’t help but imagine them inside you. You’d just assumed that you were so sexually frustrated that you were just making up the hate in your head. But when he would make his comments, it reassured that hate.

Which brings you to now

The music was loud, people were dancing, the room was filled with the shitty smell of weed and cheap beer, there were people on the coffee table, snorting god knows what. You’re 4 shots in and the cup in your hand was filled with your liquor of choice for the night, hoping to somewhat get rid of the feelings you undoubtedly have for him.

You were wearing skin tight little black dress, tights and black boots, and if we’re being honest, you didn’t wear any underwear in hopes of meeting someone to take your mind off of Matt.

You see your best friend, Nick in the kitchen, grabbing a cup and filling it with water, and you make your way towards him.

“Hey, babe.” You say to him, he smiles at you. You two continue talking, smiling at Chris in the corner with a girl, trying his hardest to flirt. You both are assessing the situation, and you see her nudge his shoulder jokingly, and he takes that opportunity to snake his arm over her shoulder. The two start to walk upstairs, giggling.

You both high five each other, Nice job Chris.

Unfortunately, the moment was ruined when you see him, and he sees you. “Ugh.” He says as he walks past you, grabbing a beer from the cooler. “Ugh? Why’d you ‘ugh’ me?” You ask, mocking his tone, he slams the cooler down, and opens the bottle, “because you are so insufferable.” Nick takes this opportunity to walk away, fed up with constantly hearing you two bicker. “I’m insufferable? You’re the one who always goes out of your way to make some kind of comment towards me, so what is it now?”

“It’s the the way you’re dressed. You always try way too hard, you’re obviously asking for it.” this made your blood boil. “I’m asking for it?! What am I asking for?!” You yell to him, “you’re obviously asking to be fucked tonight. It’s honestly so disgusting, you’re such a slut, all the time.” Fuck. Hearing him say that made you wet immediately, you cross your legs, in order to try and hide your arousal, “let me guess, that turned you on?”, you look down, face a crimson red, biting your lip as you look down at your feet. Matt grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him, “i think you need to be taught a lesson, hm? What do you say about that?”, you immediately shake your head yes, “I need to hear the words come from your mouth, princess.” He says, “fuck, yes. Yes, teach me a lesson, please Matt.” He grabs the cup from your hands, slamming in on the counter, along with his.

He takes your hand, leading you up the stairs, opening his bedroom door, pushing the two of you into it, and locking the door behind him. “You need to be taught a lesson, yeah? Let’s see how well you listen you fucking slut.” He throws you on the bed, “I need to make sure you’re okay with this. Do I have permission to touch you, princess?”

“Yes, Matt. All of it.” He walks over to the side of the bed, grabbing your face in his hands, kissing you roughly. You whimper out in relief, finally fulfilling that need you’ve had for him. He grabs your throat, applying slight pressure, cutting off your breath. He continues kissing you for a few seconds before making his way onto the bed as well, lying on top of you, kissing your lips. He grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly, making his way down to the crook of your neck, kissing and leaving dark bruises to form. He takes your other hand, lightly squeezing your tit, rubbing his hand over your nipple, “Matt, please, touch me more.” He immediately makes his way down to the bottom of your dress, lifting it off of your sweaty body, “no underwear? Such a fucking slut.” He hisses.

He takes his hands, rubbing your inner thighs, inching his was closer to your heat, teasing you. “Pleas, Matt, touch me already.” You whine, not being able to take it anymore, “such a fucking slut for me, princess, hm?” You nod you head quickly, he takes his hand, lightly smacking your heat, “use your words princess,” you moan out, “fuck, yes, m’ such a slut you you Matt. Only you.” He takes that opportunity to roughly tear the crotch of you tights. He puts his middle and index finger in his mouth, getting it wet with his salvia and taking his hands and placing them on your wet folds, “so fucking wet for me already.” He says through gritted teeth, rubbing the insides of your folds, avoiding your sensitive clit purposely to tease you.

He finally makes his way down and shoves his head in between your thighs, and starts sucking your clit, he takes his right hand and sticks his middle and index finger inside your cunt, curling at an ungodly rate. Your let’s start to shake as you feel your orgasm coming.

He takes his other hand and holds down your thighs, as you start lifting them to relive the pressure, he starts moaning when he feels you pulse underneath him, your orgasm beginning. Suddenly, he removes his face, slapping your sensitive clit, causing you to whine out in frustration. “No coming yet, princess,” he then places his fingers between your folds, taking your wetness and placing it in your mouth “I made you this wet, didn’t I? Suck them, princess. I want you to know how you taste.” After you suck his fingers clean, he gets up from the bed, and takes his belt and jeans off, “come on princess, get on your knees.” You comply, and get off the bed as well. He takes off his boxers, his already hard cock springing free and hitting his stomach, and uses his hand to pump it, “come on baby, I wanna feel your mouth around me.”

You take his cock into your hands, pumping up and down as he groans. You lick a stripe up his cock, starting at the base, and then start licking the tip, “fuck, just like that y/n.” You then take his cock into your mouth, pursing your lips and sucking, jacking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, “fuck, ‘s good baby.” He grabs your hair from behind you, creating a ponytail and pulling you away from his cock, “you’re too soft with it babygirl.” He then stars fucking your face, making you take every inch of his cock. You gag every time it hits the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face as he barely lets your breathe; but you can’t help but feel turned on as you see his eyes squeezed closed, his mouth agape and him speaking all kinds of profanity. Knowing that you were making him feel that good, he starts to twitch in your mouth, but pulls out before he can cum.

“Back on the bed, I want to cum in that pretty pussy of yours.” He demands, you comply, lying back down on the bed. He makes his way over to the bed, and out of nowhere flips you over with one hand, “on your hands and knees princess.” You get onto your hands and knees as he gets on the bed, jerking himself off. He takes his cock, up to your pussy, teasing your wetness. “Do you deserve it baby? I don’t think you do.” You moan out, almost in defeat. “I do Matty, please.”

“Hmmm. I don’t think you do. You came here looking like such a whore, and I don’t think it was meant for me.” It wasn’t. But, it was to keep your mind off of him, “I just wanted to get you off my mind. I’ve been craving your cock since the moment I met you.” You whine, arching your back, craving some kind of contact. “Is that so? I guess it’s mutual, baby. Every time I see your pretty tits, I can’t help but imagine what they’d look like with you bouncing on my cock. I jerk off to every picture you post. I can barely contain myself when you’re in the room.”

“Please, Matty, I-i need it.” You whine, he then takes that as an invitation and shoves his cock into your pussy harshly, not letting you adjust before roughly grabbing your hips. You moan out in relief, “oh fuck Matty, oh my god.” He continues to furiously fuck you, “that’s my little slut. You’re only allowed to be my slut.” He reaches down and grabs your hair, pulling it into a ponytail once again and roughly pulling it to the point that you think he’s going to pull all of your hair out.

He takes his free hand and roughly spanks it with every thrust, creating red welts. “Oh fuck, Matty I’m gonna cum.” He fastens his pace, “you’re not allowed to cum without me, keep going baby, you’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.” This is about to make you lose your minds you feel your legs start to shake, “fuck I’m gonna come too baby,” you feel his cock start to switch, signaling he’s coming undone, “cum for me princess, come on, cum all over my cock.” He moans out as you feel his warm cum fill you up, he’s a groaning and moaning mess, his thrusts are becoming sloppier, overstimulating himself, “c’mon baby, I know you can cum too.” Eager to make you cum, he reaches down and does rough circles on you clit, sending you over the edge.

Your legs seize, as you start to reach your orgasm, but again, he pulls out of you. He slips you on your back again, reinserting his cock and lifting your legs on his shoulders, “I want to see you come undone on me baby.” He’s thrusting so furiously that you feel like you’re going to pass out. You feel yourself get light headed, your gets shake again as he starts rubbing your clit again, “fuck yeah, c’mon baby, c’mon.” Your body finally lets go, moans spewing out of you mouth like a waterfall, “fuck, fuck, Matt! Fuck!” You whine. his thrusts never stopped and circular motions on your clit never ceased and instead got impossibly faster. Your legs were shaking and spasming, and then bursts of wetness erupted from you. He pulled out to allow your liquid to fully shoot out and watched in wonder as your body convulsed under him, as you squirted all over your his cock.

“Fuck oh my god baby.” Everything was blurry as you tried to see his face, your body still shaking and convulsing. Eventually, your body went limp after a few minutes, your heavy breathing being the only thing heard in the room, other than the loud thumping of music from the outside of the door. You look over to the right of you, seeing Matt kneeling by the bed next to your face, caressing it and placing loving kisses to your forehead, “You did so fucking good babygirl. I’m so proud of you. Oh my god.”

You feel your eyes start to get heavy, the entire situation taking all of your energy. “Hey, before you fall asleep, go pee.” He states as you whimper, “I can’t move.” He chuckles, lifting you off the bed and carrying you to the bathroom connected to his room.

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

I am better

Poe Dameron x fem!Reader

A/N: I kinda roasted Rey at the end. I can't help it, I hate her. The only reason I tortured myself with the sequels was literally only because Oscar Isaac as Poe lol.

Quick summary: At a conversation between you, Finn and Poe about the old Clone Wars, you spoke faster than thinking, saying Anakin Skywalker is the best pilot in the Galaxy. Poe did not like that.

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: nsfw, PinV, dom Poe, punishment, cockwarming, kind of dark Poe, jealous Poe.

A/N 2: Just realized the pic looks perfect. Finn is like: "Girl, you better run..." and Poe looks like: "Excuse me? What did you just say?!"

Sometimes it's better to think before speaking. It all started harmless, Finn, Poe and you were talking about the Clone Wars. Poe was worshipping the Clones, wishing they would be still around, Finn was drooling over Ahsoka Tano...and you? You were all over Anakin Skywalker, admiring everything about him.

"Anakin Skywalker? Come on, that's overkill!" Finn snorted, looking down at the Dejarik round they were playing.

"Why? Just because you're worshipping Ahsoka?" You chuckled, watching Finns dejarik player getting slamdunked.

"Ugh, you and your crushes..." Poe scoffed and leaned forward, preparing his round.

"Atleast we have one individual we love and not millions." you backfired at him, grinning cheekily.

"I think Poe chooses the Clones because all the other ladies are ugly and Ahsoka is the only sexy looking one." Finn nudged Poe, making him give a confused expression.

"Poe, how about Obi Wan?" you asked.

"Nah. He's way too noble, way too jedi-like..." he retorted with an disgusted expression.

"Wait! What about Bo Katan? Isn't she someone you'd be into, mate?" Finn suggested.

"I would even arrange the date between you two." You chuckled.

Poe just looked at you two, surprised but uncaring "You two are absolutely unfair, you know that?"

You three kept playing dejarik for a bit before Finn spoke up again.

"Hey, but what about you? Why Anakin Skywalker? Is it because he turned bad and you're kinda into bad boys?" Finn grinned at you.

"No!" you smiled, turning your head to hide the slight red on your cheeks.

"Don't be shy! Come on, spill it." Poe teased, giving you a cocky grin.

"Alright, alright, you won. I like him because he was the best in everything. Best at fighting, strong in the force." you leaned back in your seat.

"Wait, nothing else? Really?" Poe asked curiously.

"He invented the spinning." Finn joked.

You laughed hard. "And he's the best pilot in the Galaxy." you retorted but gulped as realization hit you.

You looked back up at Finn and Poe, Finn had his hand on his chin, trying to suppress the laughter threatening to come out of him. At this point you were glad at sitting opposite from them as you saw Poe's jaw tensing.

"Pheww, okay guys, I gotta go to Chewie and talk with him about something." Finn broke the silence, preparing to stand up.

"Wait, Finn! We didn't even finish our dejarik round!" You gave him an almost pleading look.

"I- uhh, I'm sure you and Poe can finish it just fine, right mate?" Finn chuckled nervously, giving Poe a pat on the shoulder.

"Yeah, we will get this over with and see who's the better one." Poe gave you a scowl.

"See? That's why I chose Ahsoka!" Finn grinned, finding the situation amusing.

"Anaking was Ahsoka's master!" you retorted, seeing Poe giving you a warning glance.

"See you guys later!" Finn waved and stood up, walking off, leaving only Poe and you alone.

"Poe...listen, I didn't mean to--" You got cut off by Poe, who stood up and made his way to you.

"I'll teach you better." he grabbed your arm and lead you out of the Millennium Falcon, leading you towards a small freighter nearby. Once inside and ensurring they were alone, he lead you to the cargohold and locked the entrance of the ship.

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Now you were on Poe's lap, his cock buried deep inside you, he held you firmly in place, not moving a little bit.

"Repeat what you said." Poe demanded lowly.

You squirmed, desperately trying to get atleast some friction "I-I'm sorry..."

"No, no, no, tell me. I wanna hear it coming out of your mouth again."

"Anakin-... is the b-best pilot in the Galaxy-..." you tried to move again but Poe had an iron grip that made it impossible.

"But is he really? Or is there someone better, hm?" Poe asked, holding you in place.

"Yes, you." you replied, making Poe's hips move a little bit before stopping once more. The little friction he gave felt so good, causing you to whimper after he stopped.

"So you admit I am the best and Skywalker is nothing compared to me?" he asked again.

"Poeee, please move. It's killing me..." you begged, feeling how slippy everything down there is.

"Answer." he tutted.

"Anakin is nothing compared to you. You're the best, Poe. Only you." you whimpered needily.

Poe chuckled, "See? It wasn't that hard now, was it?" he started moving slowly, only enough to make you crave for more.

Your eyes lulled back, you wanted Poe to move faster "Please faster."

"Is there something else you might tell me about Skywalker?" Poe asked, his pace increased slightly.

You knew exactly why he asked you that, he knew your mind was clouded with pleasure and thinking wasn't your speciality rightnow.

"He's handsome.." you slipped out.

"Handsome, huh?" Poe repeated, his hips stopped again.

"No- I mean- you-you're handsome. Anakin's not." You stuttered, trying to correct yourself.

"Damn right I am." he started moving again.

"If you ever say someone is better than me again, I will make sure to fuck you so hard you will forget all their names and only remember mine. Now enjoy the ride, honey."

Poe's thrusts increased even more, moving you up and down simutaniously.

Your orgasm approached so fast, it was only mere minutes before it ripped through your body. Poe's orgasm came right after yours. He grabbed a rag and cleaned both of you up while you put your clothes back on.

Poe and you left the freighter, walking back to the Millennium Falcon as Finn approached

"Heyy, did you two finally got an agreement?" Finn asked, looking at you two.

"Yep. We uh- we came to an agreement that Anakin is better at..." you trailed off, looking at Poe who was looking back at you expectantly.

"He is better with his lightsaber than Rey. I mean- come on, Anakin got training and Rey didn't, right? Having powers without getting trained is no right to call themselves a Jedi, right?" You chuckled nervously, your eyes flicking towards Poe for a split second.

"Damn, girl, you're really into the mood to fight anyone today, eh?" Finn laughed.

You glanced back to Poe, seeing him inhale heavily and closing his eyes briefly.

Noticing this, you quickly nudged Finn's shoulder, "Hey Finn, wanna finish our Dejarik round? I beat Poe, but the others are still in it." you urged him.

"Alright. Let's do this." Finn agreed casually and started walking.

You walked closely beside him, looking over your shoulder to see Poe shooting you another warning and his expression turning dark.

Oh no...

[rainmustfallts4]

The Everhart Dynasty 👑 #1

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Meet Snow Everhart, a teenager living in Windenburg with his father and step-mother.

He has a very close and loving relationship with his father, Henry.

With his step-mother Elvira, though, he has a very strained relationship. He has tried to be nice to her, but she acts sweet in front of Henry and evil when he’s not around. Snow has considered telling his father this, but he knows how much he loves her. After Snow’s mother died, his father grieved for many years. Finally, he is happy again and has found love.

But Snow can’t help but to realize just how mean this woman can be.

“You’re looking quite ugly today, Snow!” laughed Elvira.

“I… I’m sorry?” Perhaps he had misheard her.

“You’re disgusting! No one will ever love you.”

Snow was quite surprised. He couldn’t wrap his head around how someone could be so mean to someone else. More than just that, Snow was her stepson. Why did she hate him so?

She burst out laughing, holding her stomach. “The look on your ugly face is priceless! I should take a picture to look at whenever I need a laugh.”

“You shouldn’t be so mean, Elvira. You won’t have any strong relationships if you push everyone away. You know I’m here to listen if you need to -“

“Shut your ugly mouth!” she snapped angrily. “Who do you think you are, telling me how to live my life?! You think you’re so special but I see right through you, you brat. What do you know, huh? You couldn’t even keep your own mom alive! She died because of you!”

Snow rarely gets angry, but hearing such nonsense spouted about his mother? That is the quickest way to make him upset. Deep down, he does blame himself for his mother’s death.

To clear her head, Elvira headed to San Myshuno. She had heard rumors of the pufferfish nigiri and she wanted to check for herself.

“Tell me, woman, is this dish dangerous?”

“No, ma’am. I went to school to learn how to cook it properly. You’re in no danger at all!”

“I heard it can kill you.”

“If you don’t cook it properly, it can. All vendors selling it have been certified and trained to -“

“Teach me how to make it.”

“I… excuse me?”

“I said, teach me.”

The vendor shifted her weight, feeling uncomfortable under the woman’s penetrating gaze. “I-I can’t do that. You have to take the course and -“

Elvira slapped her hand onto the counter. “I won’t ask again,” she hissed angrily.

The vendor felt a chill go through her body and she truly felt as if her life was in danger. “O-Okay. Once my shift is over, I’ll -“

“Now.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am!”

The vendor brought her inside the building, nervously teaching her how to make the dish. Elvira made sure to take notes about what not to do and how to make it incorrectly. She left with a smirk on her face, excited for what was to come.

The next morning, Snow left for school in high spirits. As he always did, he was sure today would be another great day.

Once the teen was gone, Elvira got to work.

“Henry, darling~” she purred, approaching her husband. “I made you breakfast.”

“Really?” he replied with surprise, his heart warming.

“Why are you so surprised, darling?”

“Why, you’ve never cooked before!” He replied with an airy laugh. “I didn’t think you could.”

Her eye twitched, fake smile becoming tight. It took everything she had not to shove it into his arms. “Yes, well, life comes with a lot of surprises.”

Henry took his meal and sat down on the couch to eat. He was over the moon! He was always the one that cooked in the house and, though he didn’t mind it, it did feel nice to have his beloved cooking for him for a change. To him, this was a sign that she truly loved him.

As soon as he swallowed the first bite, his stomach started to turn and a strange feeling overtook him. “L-Love, I think this food is bad…”

“You’re really insulting my cooking after I slaved over a hot stove for you?”

“No, of course not! I really appreciate your efforts…” His stomach whined painfully.

“Then prove it.”

“Yes, love…” Not wanting to offend his beloved, he continued eating the food, figuring at most he would have a stomach ache for a while.

The more he ate, though, the worse he felt. He felt as if he were going to puke.

In the blink of an eye, his uncomfortable mood turned for the worst. “I-I c-can’t… b-breathe…!”

He reached for his beloved but she shoved his hand away, a smirk on her lips.

“Sweet dreams, love.” She laughed manically.

It was a long and painful few minutes for Henry. Right before losing consciousness, he noticed a black figure heading toward him. Fear and confusion filled him. Why had his beloved done this to him?

He struggled to keep his eyes open, his body growing cold. The last thing Henry Everhart heard before his soul left his body was the sound of his beloved’s maniacal laughter.

Once the reaper claimed Henry’s soul, Elvira set the urn in the center of the table. Then, she packed up Snow’s clothes, setting the suitcase by the table. All she had to do now was wait for him to return home from school.

As she stared at the urn, she couldn’t help but smile. She did so love it when a plan came together.

[moss-bride]

You make me want to believe in love. Chapter: 15

Scp 035 x Reader

The three do this in rotation shifts. Someone is to keep an eye on him at all times. A lord in the house is what they need and she fills those shoes like the step-sisters did Cinderella. As in ill fitting but forcing the foot in.

And in her nightingale watch she drags the TV to his room just for fun. If she's gonna be stuck here, might as well watch her shows. Her popcorn finishes and she grabs it to settle on the couch and ignore the burning stare of the presence inside the shell. Snuggling a blanket.

On the floor at the foot of his bed she lets the channels lights flicker over his cocoon. “It's time to teach you what good television is.”

She makes it to the Spanish section and lands on a famous telenovela named ‘Teresa.’ she queals her excitement.

The episode playing is mid season when Teresa finds out her ex boyfriend (who she broke up with in favor of her highschool professor to escape poverty, don't ask) has become a rich successful doctor and her professor/boyfriend is now poor.

It's messy and a perfect drama watch.

Her mother had clicked off it whenever it came on TV back when it aired because she said that the main star of the show (Teresa) was a loose and immoral woman that she didn't want her daughter to look up to.

Look at her now! She may not be as manipulative as the titular star but she is a thousand times worse.

She drinks heavily in the coming days, sword at her side and gun on her hip. Looking out over the gate from the window of his study and taking a swig.

Her body is lathered with goopy medicine on her burned skin by the palace maesters of healing.

It's an odorless paste that is thankfully less greasy than human lotions. She is told to run it on all skin exposed to Anguish daily and layer think bandages on half her body. The result is her crawling the halls in mummy garb glaring at anything that moves.

Hate burns at the back of her throat and it is the slow creeping of acidic vomit. For herself and everything in existence.

As for him…

The stream of black had stopped and slowly hardened around him. Their entire form is hidden by a shell. Cocooning in an attempt at protection.

She takes a swig of beer and slouches on the chair. Muttering to herself. Then stumbles towards the bed, standing over it.

The slimy pit of them living inside the wet, a faint light emanating amongst the sludge. Perfect for a prop at universal pictures theme park. The new “aliens” production. She swears that there is even a glimpse of their frowning pallid mask.

Giorgia had smacked her hand away when she attempted to touch it last time. Without the maid in the room she creeps closer to the bed.

It's flaky but strong. She pokes at the cocoon,

It lurches in reaction and she snatches her hand back in disgust. “I almost didn't come back.” it is the first words she has said to this thing that is the curdled form of her tormentor.

“You hear me? Could have left you to die for good this time.” she sneers. “But I didn't. Don't know why I -” she cuts herself off and downs a heavy gulp. Slumping against the pole of his four poster bed. Listening to the maid bustle next door.

It's them and her in this room. No anxious Giorgia suspicious at her moves. A mistake on her part.

She zeros in on the door, waiting for an interruption that doesn't come. With no witness she crawls onto the bed. The black silk sheets sticking to her salve.

Splaying one leg over the cocoon, it collapses at her weight by four inches, bubbling and writhing until she can feel the barest form of limbs through the membrane trying to push her off.

A shoulder. A head. A neck. Not much else. On top of it her hands rove and dig into the mesh, stopping when she locates it. The frame of an endoskeleton.

She traces a bandaged hand on the column of his throat. Never noticed how swan-like it is, an elegant stretch that perfectly fits her palm.

In her drunken madness she can't resist. She pushes down. The form of a gasping throat under her hand. Struggling as she tightens her grip, pushes harder with her legs, splayed over his body. The creature that is him within the shell wiggles, sensing on a subconscious level her intent.

Anguish sends her a mental image with the last bit of strength. Her body swinging from a noose. Letting out a jagged bark of a laugh. How funny.

It seems he is partially aware of the comings and goings outside the shell.

She releases her hold and falls back. Staring at the ceiling listlessly.

Her bottle spills on the carpet red fading to black.

Maybe this place has finally claimed her. Slowly becoming one of those lost souls on the street that can barely utter a sentence. They had called that affliction a pestilence.

‘I hold your life in my hands 035. Can you feel it?’

Beside her she feels a drumming, a steady beating thump emanates from them. Turns out he does possess a heart. Or an alien semblance of one. Lungsacks perhaps.

Instead of bursting from its rest, it sat there, silent and mostly dormant. As soon as she leaned her face close, breath brushing the flakes, she observed his signature liquid that oozed from the eye and mouth holes, corrosive and dangerous to touch.

Her hands are too swollen to feel but she frantically thumbs a ridge. “You want to have everything? The king's throne, the universe at your feet? Prove it. Get out.”

His fury was like a living thing, a darkness that grew within him. The pressure built until it spilled forth as he layed helpless in his cocoon

When she addressed him, he didn’t answer with words, but he did acknowledge her presence, and his response was in the form of a mental image, spine-chilling and morbid. As its response echoes through the room, the darkness seems to swallow her whole, leaving her alone to confront the chilling reality of her unconscious companion..

She bursts into laughter. Choking gasps of air. Tossing to the side she buries her head on the decorative pillows. Nothing is funny.

If he was conscious he'd go into a long droning speech about the manner of existence and the perspective of shells on a forgotten beach. Which she'd promptly tune out.

TV playing, her mind continues to wander.

She snoops around the room, looking through his closet and drawers. It's all so tidy and comfy.

Black curtains with crystals trims and a scent of sandalwood

There is a huge window. The one he often stands and looks down at her from the courtyard. The dark sun beams down at her and the sky actually seems charming rather than eyestraining

This book he has in his room must be well loved if he separated it from the ones in his study. She opens a page and sees that the paper is yellowed with age and fragile

‘Sonetti completi di Cecco Angiolieri’

It's written with a flourish of a practiced poet and she knows that that is what this man is.

Most of them are of a man desperately pleading for a woman who spurned his love. Complaining about his wife or his mistress in the same breath. Very smooth and in line with the expectations of men in the 13th century

“Here you were making fun of me for being a romantic! Hypocrite.” She reads the work aloud to this sack of misery beside her. Reserving her snide comments to when he would emerge.

I claim misery as my child,

and I call it my mother too;

I was conceived out of heavy grief,

and my wet-nurse was melancholy,

and my swaddling clothes were a sheet

whose common name is trouble;

from the top of my head to the soles of my feet

there was nothing in me that could be called good.

Then, when I was grown, a wife was given to me

for my refreshment; she talked

from the early morning until the sky was full of stars;

and her talking was like a thousand guitars:

when such a wife dies, if her husband remarries

he has no more brains than a boat of gravy.*

Clicking her teeth and wishing this Cecco guy would get a healthier hobby like gambling. After a while she decides that this book is pretty appropriate material for Anguish

Giorgia interrupts them. Setting down a basket fool of rags and potions to rub on her dearest lord. “What are you doing?”

She turns the page. “I'm just reading to our patient.”

“ Our Lord did not invite you to share his bed. Get. Off.” she’d give anything for the ability to roll her eyes. She stands and sits on a chair instead. Closing the book, she glares at the maid.

Giorgia had been at her wits end but her unchanging mask speaks of another reason.

She gives in and asks. “What is it?” already knowing the answer

“It's White’s messenger again.” Diligence keeps sending them to their doors, expecting that they'll listen to them talk

She waves them away with a scowl. “Until Anguish is healed we will remain on lockdown mode..” she's had to repeat the line at nauseum since the party. It's a headache to say day after day.

Giorgia's stare is long and she returns it with equal force.

“Just continue to make sure no one gets in.”

The people of Anguish’s palace are tense. To be reliving the moment of their masters near death has made them a humorless bunch. The black lord's healing takes its toll and seeps energy from his house. The aether mentioned before is focused to his room at the top of his princessy tall tower. Where he lays waiting for his true loves first kiss to wake him up from the dastardly spell of an evil queen.

Black has his own miniature force of soldiers. A simple platoon. Giorgia told her that the others have vast nations at their disposal and it makes her a bit paranoid.

The servants bring her papers and invitations and cards as if she's the master of the house. Her and Giorgia share the mantle uneasily, deciding the work evenly amongst themselves.

The woman doesn't speak a word to her beyond what is necessary. All the rapport they shared is gone. Whatever.

As she regained her footing, she felt a heavy, throbbing pain in her leg. The sedative had worn off, leaving her in a world of raw agony. She tried to move her leg, and it obeyed with a sting of thousands of ants.

A bath would be great. Maybe a chance to rest her bone tired body.

She enters her room and tosses her clothes onto the bed, scattering the mountains of papers, the forms and requests from the underclass. She had attempted her best to read them last night and found that they possessed the same legibility as chicken scratches. She can't read a thing on them. (Others are mailed in leaking…. Grape juice smelling substance. Scared to even begin questioning what this is. But by the way Sforza reacted when she told him (with blatant disgust) it is not good )

Enough of it! She's taking a skin searing hot shower to melt away her thoughts.

The ominous floating sphere that serves as a shower head pours over her hair and she could moan.

She takes off the bandages and sinks into the pool of water. Picking at the scabs and the blister sacks that taunt her with her body's fragility.

She hasn't visited Galileo. Sforza had interrogated her on how she escaped and where the humans went. Trying their hand at burrowing into her head to try and fetch the information with Giorgia serving as his backup and watching her movements.

But to cut things short, with everything going on, the Lord's injury, the non-stop messages, etc, putting her in a cell until she spills isn't going to help.

She carefully scrubs with a sigh. Letting her head fall back as the wonderful refreshing feeling calms her achy skin. Clearing away the earlier migraine.

When she opens her eyes there waiting on the other side of the bath is lord white.

“Jesus Christ!” She leaps to get her clothes and protect her dignity sinking into the water. “What the fuck are you doing here!?”

“You did not respond to my letter. What else is a soul to do.”

She moves to the far corner and hunkers down. “How did you get in?!”

“A passageway only I am privy to.” She should have Sforza follow them and block it. Can't afford anymore winding rats to sneak in and finish them off.

Her body runs hot. Yelling at them to get out which they ignore. “But we must speak, dear.”

“I'll answer you, just let me wash and get some clothes on!”

They wave an elegant hand. ‘go on’

“Look away.” she's not trying to flash them her tits or other goods

White looks quite offended but obeys. Turning their head slightly to a wall opposite to her.

“You must understand I cannot reveal myself to be involved with Negredo. I am the last remnant of the order from the days of old. The sole protector of the king. This plan is older than you can even begin to conceive. Red and Yellow talk now of descending here at prying Anguish from you.”

She scrubs her armpits. “I get it. You could blow your cover. Pass me the soap by your feet please?”

They do so. “You have revealed your hand.” They sternly lecture. “Right now Red plots to dispose of you and Yellow has visited his knights to release his frustrations.”

“Then I will remain vigilant and wish Dyo a safe recovery on my behalf.” there is no flowery poetry or emotional prose they display for their injured ally. The terrible force and duplicity that is the inner circle of the Lord's of Allagadda proves duplicitous by the day. A snake eating its tail.

“When Anguish rejoins, all will act as if this bump never happened. You have been in Red's eye since your arrival and is likely writing to his beloved Ambassador.”

She orders. “Where is the passage you came through? Show all of them to me.”

Her authority has no effect. “I'll leave the task of future discovery to you.” White slips out as suddenly as they came. Out the corner of the bathroom, entering a different subspace, a blip in vision that the human brain can't register. Hate it when they do that.

“Giorgia!” she shouts as loud as she can. She hears her at the door. Knocking growing to banging. She shivers and crosses her arms again, sinking further into the water.

Sforza pounds at the door. “Are you well?” the handle jiggles. Then it's beaten at.

White somehow keeps the door clothes through the sheer force of an invisible hand.

Sforza and two other guards manage to burst through the door. Clutching them to her chest as she's finally able to breathe without being under their heavy gaze. She lunges for her clothing. Still dripping wet the pants and shirt become soggy as they absorb the water on her body.

The nerve of that thing! Anguish had told her Diligence was the less lascivious of the Lords and she had naively believed them!

On the bed beside her.

He remained still, waiting to see what the agent would do next. He had for centuries reveled in his inhuman nature. He has known himself to be cunning, ruthless, and brutal. Enjoying destroying the lives of his hosts and sowing seeds of chaos throughout history. He was there at the French revolution. The great fires of London. A courtier to the introduction of Mansa Musa.

They should be grateful he chose them. He doesn't spare them a thought if he could help it.

But... She made him question everything he thought he knew about humans. Or just her.

Needlessly, valiantly, stunningly, stupid. Laying beside him a thin shell apart.

[peachymilkandcream]

What's Wrong With You?|Kingdom of Ash and Greed Oneshot

(A/N: Firstly, hearing someone loves my work is the highest ego boost. Secondly, this person was so sweet so shoutout to rukawild <3. And third, this is a kingdom of ash and greed AU because all royal aus are going to be of this au because it's one of my favourites and I can :3 Hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, etc.

It had been months since his captive princess had traded herself for the lives of her family. And while Levi respected a sacrifice, especially when it gave him a warm body, he still had no tolerance for stubborn people.

The fear and stress of Evelyn's situation was enough to stay his anger when it came to having an heir. He understood that such a traumatic thing like being ripped from your home and all you knew to be essentially a slave to your worst enemy was a big adjustment. No child could be conceived so soon. He really did understand.

At first.

Now that she had time to adjust her excuse of "trauma" was bullshit. There was no reason why she wasn't swollen with his child by now. It wasn't his fault of course, the seed only as good as the soil it's planted into. Everything he did was perfect, clearly it was her own stubborn will that refused to give in.

And to think, he could have any woman in any kingdom if he snapped his fingers. A hundred concubines willingly riding him until he was satisfied.

But he still chose her.

Maybe it was out of obsession, pride, or even the idea of breaking the one who hated him most. Or it was simply that. He couldn't stand that someone hated him, especially a woman. All women should worship the ground he walked on and yet this woman dared to defy that simply decree. For that she should be punished. Forced to carry the child of her enemy seemed appropriate.

That was until he felt that disgusting cold wet spot in his bed.

Enraged, he peeled back the furs, the blood red stain taunting him. Mocking him that he had failed once more to make her totally submit.

In his anger he shook her violently, her gasp loud as she woke with a start.

"What- what is it-!?" Her veins bulged with a quick heartbeat.

"Stubborn as ever you bitch."

"What did I do Levi-?"

"Look at the mess you made."

She looks down and pales, hurrying to get up and clean herself. However his strong grip keeps her in place.

"I told you what happens when you defy me."

"I can't control it Levi I'm sorry-"

"I think you can, your stubbornness has made your body refuse to get pregnant so this happens. All because you haven't accepted that I own you body and soul."

"No I haven-"

"Shut you damn mouth!" His rings bite into her cheek with the resounding slap. "Not another word out of your lying lips."

She sobs softly, but refuses to utter a word.

"I'll teach you what happens when you act so fucking selfish-"

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When he's finished, Levi looks back at Evelyn desperately trying to clean the blood and cum from the sheets and floor. Her body covered in red welts after his punishment was complete.

The small bit of metal would be uncomfortable inside her, but at least now all his cum would stay inside so even someone as stubborn as her would be broken.

"Get yourself cleaned up when you're done. I want you on my arm for everyone to see how I treat my enemies."

[khr-guilded-cage]

Uchiha Satsuki is on Yuka's side 24/07, mostly as precaution since Nono's pet hitman insist on doing the same

Yuka hated Reborn with a fiery passion and wrath, the hitman keep trying to physically beat her up and shoot her with those humiliating bullets, keep trying to make her bow to his arrogance and accept his non-existent authority over her. He would be the first one to die after she gets power

But she can still bad mouth him, Satsuki is a great help, the Mist keep introducing himself as 'Yuka's REAL TEACHER' with Yuka at his side insulting Reborn to everyone still enought to listen

Yuka snorted at Dino. 'Yeah, Satsuki-sensei is my actual teacher, the hitman is just my handler that can't actully teach shit to save his own life and think ABUSE is training. I am planning on murdering him once I ascend to power anyway. Nono's little pet hitman should just die in a ditch.' She sneered in disgust at the stunned Cavallone Boss

Dino Cavallone was much like Sawada Tsunayoshi's Guardians, bloody obedient dogs in leashs. Talking about 'Family' and calling her 'Yuka-chan'. She cut that shit

'First of all, we are not family, we meet today and you invaded my house. Second, your may call me 'Uchiha-san', call me other name and I will murder you in your sleep.'

Dino was politely show the door by Shisui

Reborn insisted on calling her 'Dame-Sawada' for this exactly reason, not that upseted her, she knows the hitman likes to piss people off for fun, she wasn't giving him the satisfation. Yuka just shrugged, and keep ignoring him and correcting people. Masako was a Uchiha by blood anyway

'Don't correct me again, Dame-Sawada.'

'I talk to you however I want.' Yuka replied cheerful. 'You are not someone I respect, not someone I take advice from. Fuck off, little bastard.'

Yuka snorted, she know the kind of man Reborn is, powerful and with no morals and no obstacles to get what they want, abusive controlling man were not uncommon, they are actually very common. Reborn wasnt special at all. He was her handler in disguise of a 'home tutor', nothing more. He would be dead in 3 years anyway.

Just because they are powerful, dont mean they are good teacher or should be allowed near children. See Orochimaru for example

Yuka shrugged. 'I have a wonderful teacher and no desire to replace him with someone who is not even worth it.'

She give the hitman a sharp smile, full of teeth.

Reborn and Satsuki's 'competition' couldn't even begin called that with Yuka openly insulting the 'pathetic hitman' and claming Satsuki as the better of them and her Real Teacher

That didn't mean Reborn isn't angry, the sadist little man have an ego the size of a mountain, he has pride and arrogance to spare. The petty little bastard son of a whore keep trying as he can take the prestige and credit of the title of 'Vongola Decima's tutor' for himself and take the position to get inside the Vongola Heir's circle of friends and trusted people and the power that comes with it

No that he could anyway, useless Yuka acknowledged him

'I was taught by the best, my sensei, Satsuki. I see no reason to acknowledge some little abusive pest of a tutor.' Yuka says to everyone, ignoring Reborn's burning gaze of anger as having such position of prestige taken from him and the blant insult to his methods of tutoring torture children to his own amusement

The hitman is, if anything, persistent, he tries all methods: from threatening Yuka with his gun or humiliating and blackmailing her, from trying to physically beat Satsuki-sensei into submission to prove he is 'greater', trying to joke and act more 'friendly' around Yuka to earn her respect and trust and grow like a fungus on her like he did to Tsuna...

As a shinobi, Yuka just laughted off, smilling sharply and smug, holding her gaze at Reborn's souless black eyes to her own red-blooded ones (a mix of Kurama and Sharingan). She wasn't falling for that shit, Reborn was dead as soon as she could do it and she told him as much, Yuka would murder the hitman with her bare hands, he would die like the dog he is

Reborn is a prideful fool that likes to cause chaos and hurt people for his own amusement, if he were a shinobi, even the Hokage would have the man punished, but the blasted hitman is a mercenary Yuka is not sure how he isn't dead yet

Sawada Iemitsu was a narcissist men that liked to play the Family Man with the perfect happy family he put on a shelf and abandoned until they were 'useful' to him and he claimed them back to get the title and power of begin the 'Decimo's father'

Timoteo wanted his heirs (adopted or not) and all his people in his little mold, obedient, soft, controllabe, tamed, bowing to his Will, pawns. Hated Stronger Skies, even his own blood. Never bowed to anyone but his mother, he was her only heir and accostumed to power and blind obedience and loyalities as the Head of the Strongest Famiglia. He liked to play the kind old man much like that fool Sarutobi Hiruzen did sometimes. Xanxus refused to fit that shit and saw behind the mask, wrathful Sky he was.

Both were...pushy, with their Flames and attempts to 'bond with her'. The man honestly to god though they would be family

Yuka is alert and with her guards up almost all the time, with people wanting to use or kill her, with a abusive handler on her tail. The Vongola seens determined to low her guards, from pushing their flames at her to trying to assure her and befriend her

When Vongola finally gets their heir wasn't like weak little pushover Tsuna, they started to start to gain her favour and get on Yuka's good graces....

Well,...lets see how much it takes for the hitman's methods start to change

[seraphimsora]

Fate: Eyes of Eden/Zero.

This is a work made by fans for fans, I do not own any rights under the Fate franchise or any Nasu Verse creation.

Have fun with this little demonstration, there are spelling errors for reasons that I already mentioned, but I'm working to improve this problem.

England — 2004

The clock tower, one of England's most beautiful structures and heritage sites, dazzling in beauty before the rising sun, so unique that tourists would wake up at that time of the morning just to see the rays of light twinkling through it on a rare cloudless day. Little did all those people know that inside the clock tower in a room, the lords gathered around a table, their looks serious on the topic of that day. The first to break the silence, however, was a man with white hair and dull eyes, dressed elegantly, the Lord of the astromancy department, Marisbury Animusphere.

—And why exactly was a Grand Roll called?—The man asked with a neutral expression on his face. – Is this situation really that urgent?

A brown haired woman then sighed sipping a cup of tea that was under the table.

— The Lencastres. –The woman who spoke was none other than the one responsible for the political department of the clock tower, her look expressed disgust with the name that came out of her lips. – As much as the intention of that house was a great relief, it still bothers me that they were so easily taken down, in the end, unfortunately they are the thirteenth department, the hunters.

— Your love-hate relationship with them is, to say the least, overly dramatic, Bartholoi… I must remind you that they are not like those you despise so much. – The only one who seemed truly relaxed and calm whispered and everyone heard, Brishisan, his silhouette covered by the shadows of the room hid the face of the one with superhuman longevity. – What happened was a tragedy indeed, but there is nothing to discuss, in the end, there is still a Lencastre, isn't there?

With a cigarette on his lips, El melloi sighed, closing his eyes, his long hair as always flowing down his red jacket. He had an old paper in his hands, his eyes were reading it carefully. —The hunting department is under indefinite restriction, from what the magical contract says.

Marisbury leaned back in her chair, gesturing in the air. —Not quite, the contract Azrael made was to leave the department deactivated until someone suitable was in a position to be a Lord. And as Brishian said, there was one Lancaster left. A child who is perhaps the hope of the department.

— How can you be so sure ? – Irritated, the lord of the politics department questioned. --- Have you forgotten why they moved away from the tower?

— I would be surprised if the child didn't become something… big… – Marisbury smiled. – Leave her in the care of the Animusphere, let's resume the hunting department.

—Your interest is worrying to say the least, Marisbury. – Brishisan meditated. – I believe that I would be the most appropriate to maintain custody of this child.

—If the concern is that she stays under my attention, she has no reason to question it, I intend to leave her in the care of Olga Marie. At least this way she will grow up with someone who can teach her properly. – Marisbury observed the tea liquid in front of her.

— Hmm…Olga Marie taking care of a Lencastre? — Waver crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. – If the goal is to really take over the department one day, the idea isn't so bad…besides, no one else has the time to dedicate enough time to a child. Olga Marie is an appropriate choice.

— In a way, it's a reasonable decision. — Bartholoi grumbled. —Are we all in agreement then?

The entire room fell silent, making the answer clear. So that morning the meeting ended much faster than it should have. Marisbury was walking down the hall when the brown-haired woman approached with a suspicious look.

— You already knew what it was about, didn't you? — She questioned accurately, leading the man to laugh quietly.

— So much distrust… – The man closed his eyes with a smile on his face. – But it’s not wrong. Biatrice is already within my reach.

—Marisbury…if you're planning something I swear –

— That girl is a huge ticking time bomb, keeping her under control means sending your most disposable pawn to watch her and still leaving her in line. Does this justification keep you at peace, my dear friend? – Marisbury stopped walking, turning to face Bartholoi.

— Hah, more disposable? You know sometimes you even scare me by talking about your own daughter like that, she's your heir. --- She crossed her arms looking at the lord of astromancy. – Is that why you didn’t send her here today?

— About that, you know, it's good to breathe a little sometimes. – He responds calmly. – Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?

— Yes, it was… And what will happen to their properties? She's just a kid at the moment. — The woman grumbled.

Marisbury turned away and walked back —I'll take care of this until she's old enough. Now if you'll excuse me, she has a purchase

omission with Wondime.

— The golden boy… Hm… — Now out of the man's reach, the woman crosses her arms in thought. — The Lencastre have always stayed out of the spotlight, but now… why now?

Crossing the opposite corridor, a young man with light brown hair and tanned skin seemed interested in the two lords standing in the middle of the corridor talking, he looked at them for a few seconds, holding some books in his hands, when suddenly Brishisan passed by his side with a upright posture.

— Come on Daybit. – The boy turned almost immediately following the man.

Chaldea

December,23

03:00

Romani couldn't remember when was the last time he slept a full night's sleep, he could barely keep his eyes open for long, in a day full of routine exams and complaints of back pain, now he found himself stuck in his room in front of the computer, filling out an endless pile of reports. Opening Chaldea's white and green coat, he tossed the fabric onto the table, deciding it would be better to fill it in at another time. He yawned looking over his shoulder, a soft smile tugging at his lips when he found a little girl with snow white hair around chaldea, she was sleeping holding one of magi Mari's plushies. The redhead sighed, getting up from the chair and walking towards his daughter, he delicately took the black shoes off her feet and then unraveled her hair, so carefully that the girl didn't even notice her father's presence. Finally he pulled the blanket over the little girl's shoulder.

— Sweet dreams, my princess. – He kissed the top of Biatrice's head.

So much happened in these four days, that only now watching the young girl did he notice, what must have been going through that innocent and immature head? Romani pulled his chair to the side of the bed and covered himself with his own coat. He wanted to provide her with maximum comfort at that moment, in compensation for everything he caused up to that point, or rather in all the time he wasn't there.

He let his body relax against the chair, too tired to care about the discomfort, his eyes slowly closed until a vibration in his pocket caught his attention, he wanted to ignore it but it was enough of a nuisance to make him huff and grab the device.

— "Meet me at the coffee maker." — Marisbury.

The redhead sighed, putting down his cell phone, he looked at the ceiling in a disconcerted manner, he just wanted to get some sleep.

Romani got up, putting her coat back on before moving over to Biatrice, picking her up, which impressively didn't wake the girl up completely, only instead grumbling while hugging her father's neck.

— It's small, I know, but there's no way I can leave you alone here. — He responded as if she had asked him something. — Olga is going to kill me.

And that's almost what happened, it turns out that people don't like being woken up at three in the morning by a single father holding a child that he clearly can't care for at the moment.

— Absolutely not. — The girl crossed her arms under her chest, huffing. — But-

— Who made this child? Was it you or me? No way, I need my sleep for tomorrow's lessons. — The girl seemed angry enough to hit the doctor, but when the girl got a little emotional, Olga rolled her eyes. — Hump…Just this once.

— Thanks ! — He exclaimed, passing Biatrice into the young woman's arms. — I promise I'll look for her as soon as I'm done.

— No. Go get her when it's preferably time to wake up. If you show up here before then, I swear I'll throw you a bucket of cold water, Doctor Archaman. — The girl closed the door angrily.

— Oh, right. — The doctor walked towards the cafeteria – How can someone so young be so grumpy?

Walking forward, the doctor left his daughter in the care of Olga Marie; that she was in Chaldea only to teach Beatrice at Marisbury's behest. The child in question seemed too tired to care about any recent changes in his life, it hadn't even been two weeks since his birth family had been brutally murdered before his eyes, and only one since Chaldea, in the words of the strange man who called himself director, had become his home. Olga felt slightly uncomfortable on behalf of Biatrice, not only because of the compassion that flows through her veins in the face of such a tragedy, but because that dwarf was being treated like a shuttlecock in the last few days, thrown aside as if she were a cloth toy, and even Yes, the feeling that the little girl's father was to blame for her current situation always made the experienced magician's blood boil when she looked at the doctor's silly face.

Olga placed Biatrice on her bed and covered her with a huff, she was truly handing over her comfort to a brat she barely knew. Observing the young woman for a few seconds, she noticed her face, which should have been sweet and innocent, looking

[youngbuckisms]

“Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” (for Darby/Max 💀🧣)

Kissing Strangers ( Darby Allin x MJF ); drabble

Words: 892

Warnings: Some suggestive(?) themes

Notes: still haven’t remembered what ship name we had given them, but god I still love this ship. I didn’t really read over this one, so they’re probably defiantly some mistakes, but I hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t Maxwell’s thing, really. A big “after party” at a disgusting bar with a bunch of people he worked with, drinking cheap booze, and watching all his coworkers stumble around the dance floor like idiots. He never went to these things when they were arranged after shows.

Yet, here he was. Sat at the bar, sipping a scotch that tasted cheap, an arm propped on the bar top as he scanned all the bodies dancing against one another. He wondered why he chose to come here, to put himself through this. Maxwell refused to talk to anyone, refused to dance, and barely even gave any of them a glance. So, what was the point of even coming? Well .. he knew exactly the reason he came.

As his eyes scanned over everybody, they would fall on the whole reason he came — Darby fucking Allin. The man was the one to invite him, much to his surprise, insisting he would like it. Maxwell wanted to say no, tell Darby he was an idiot for even inviting him, but the words came out before his brain could process and he agreed almost immediately.

Maxwell watched as the other man’s hips moved, how his body would glide against the stranger he had found, dancing against him. And from the looks of it, the stranger was enjoying it, hands all over Darby’s hips and slipping up underneath that baggy shirt. Maxwell could only imagine how his fingers might be brushing over Darby’s abs, feeling over his muscles, grabbing those small hips. Watching the display, he could feel a twang of .. jealousy?

He thought of turning away, forcing his eyes to look elsewhere. Maybe to Daniel who was desperately trying to teach Adam how to dance, or simply just move his hips a little more gracefully. Or even to Nick and Matt who were dancing like idiots as if they’ve been drinking the most, when neither of them have had a sip.

But instead, Maxwell’s gaze was locked on Darby. He visibly tensed as he watched the skater shift to pull the stranger into a kiss, rough and careless. He hated the sight, watching Darby make out with a complete stranger. It made his jaw clench, fingers tight around the small glass holding his cheap drink. His eyes would tear away from the sight, forcing himself to look inside his glass rather than out into the bar.

“Sitting around all by yourself?” Maxwell picked his head up when he heard the familiar voice. He wasn’t sure how long he had been looking down at his glass, but it had been long enough for Darby to finish his make out apparently.

“Yeah.” Came the response, short and rather snappy, which did take Darby by surprise especially considering the fact that Maxwell seemed rather excited earlier (or at least as excited as someone like Maxwell could be over going to a bar).

“Why are you mad?” Darby’s words sounded genuine, brows slightly knit together as he dipped his head down slightly to catch Maxwell’s gaze.

“I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” Looking over at Darby, irritation written over his features, it was then that Darby realized where the shortness was coming from, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“You’re jealous of me kissing strangers?” The skater asked with a hum, leaning forward until their noses were almost touching. It left Maxwell’s breath hitched, though he was glad the music was loud enough to thankfully keep that fact hidden.

“I am not jealous.” He practically growled the words, knuckles white from the hold he had on the glass, only for the hold to ease when he felt the tattooed hand of Darby against his thigh.

“Admit it. You were jealous.” His tone was teasing, a smirk playing on his lips and Maxwell wanted nothing more than to slap it off of him.

“I’m not admitting shit.” The champion spoke, expecting more teasing from the skater. But instead, he kept lips pressed to his own, a kiss that was rough and passionate. Blue eyes were closed, no longer piercing into his own. Maxwell hesitated just for a moment, before he would return the kiss, exchanging the same energy right back to Darby. It caused their teeth to bump together, against one another’s lips, the tattooed hand giving Maxwell’s thigh a gentle squeeze.

“Admit it,” Darby spoke just loud enough for Maxwell to hear, breaking the kiss so suddenly that it actually caught the man by surprise.

“Fine.” But nothing came after. And for a moment, Darby thought of pulling away, of leaving to go back to his stranger, but he just knew that the simple ‘fine’ was as close as he was ever going to get to Maxwell admitting his jealousy.

“I’ll take it.” Darby hummed, connecting their lips in a kiss once more, one that Maxwell didn’t hesitate to return this time. No, this time he was more confident, more eager with hands grabbing at the hips of Darby underneath his shirt hard enough to leave red marks where his fingertips were.

Darby just knew they would be asked one hundred questions back at work, but he couldn’t seem to care very much as he practically sat in Maxwell’s lap. For now, he would enjoy his night with the devil.

[snailsbigrace]

Pre-trauma KEL Headcanons

(Discontinued)

A/N: I posted this on my Wattpad but can't leave out the Tumblr users, hope you enjoy! ^^

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.1k

- UGH PURE BABY

- Calling it right now he tried to be like HERO. He at some point wanted to do everything that big brother did but obviously couldn't. 

- He'd try to be charming but would fail miserably, he wanted to go to highschool but couldn't, he'd try to cook and bake but couldn't and most likely accidentally set something on fire. Poor kid could hardly do anything that his brother did. :( 

- He was heartbroken when he found out that he couldn't be HERO, don't worry, he moved on pretty quickly, especially after HERO told him that he'd much rather hangout with KEL then another him. 

- The same applies to MARI. He wanted to be her too. But then he remembered she could play piano and he definitely couldn't so he gave up on that one pretty quickly.

- He was a troublesome kid who liked to cause problems, especially for AUBREY and HERO. He didn't find it fun to tease, pick on, or bug SUNNY, BASIL and MARI. He got a good giggle whenever he bugged HERO, as he knew that inside HERO probably found his antics funny... He hoped...

- He loved the reactions AUBREY gives him when he pokes fun at her, and he finds it even funnier to see what responses she would come up with. It was a game between the two of them.

- Likes to tease AUBREY about her crush on SUNNY the most, since it really gets to her. Though he usually ends up with a bruise afterward and is crying to HERO.

- HERO gets AUBREY to apologize but definitely tells KEL that he shouldn't bug her so much and that she had a good reason to be upset at him. 

- Likes to play tag with MARI! He does feel a little bad when her knee starts to hurt though... 

- He likes to climb on HERO, since HERO is so much taller than him it's pretty easy on HERO yet a challenge for KEL! 

- HERO doesn't really like it, he says that it reminds him of "a spider crawling up on me". This just makes it funny to KEL, he usually likes to tap his finger against his brothers back to imitate spiders while he climbs, loves it when HERO totally freaks from this.

- He also likes to climb on his dad who doesn't mind as much as HERO! He usually just ruffles KEL's hair, which KEL hates, because he finds it soooo embarrassing.

- Jokingly flirts with AUBREY, SUNNY, and BASIL (totally not because he sees HERO and MARI do it... P.S. IT IS) 

- Enjoys BASIL's confused, yet flustered, yet embarrassed, yet shy, yet disgusted, yet happy, yet excited, yet angry reaction the most. 

- Likes to mock HERO and MARI's relationship.

- Often encouraging them to kiss along with AUBREY.

- Lets out a mocking "awwww" whenever HERO and/or MARI are worried about each other. 

- Secretly wishes someone would worry about him like that

- He definitely worries for AUBREY in the same way HERO and MARI worry about each other. Doesn't have a crush on her though.

- When at BASIL's house he points at all the different plants and goes "what's this one?" "what's that?" "Ohh! This one looks cool! What's it called?!"

- Probably has diagnosed ADHD.

- He likes to show MARI and HERO things he's found. HERO usually gags if it's a bug, or if literally anything is covered in dirt, or is soaked, he'll gag. MARI's always "Ooh cool find KEL! :D"

- If he finds something he really likes MARI and/or BASIL will help him keep. If it's a bug or something MARI will buy one of those little Dollar Store bug enclosures and help him put things inside of it like leafs, grass and sticks. 

- SUNNY will also join in if it's not a spider, MARI will teach SUNNY a thing or two about bugs and nature if he helps. 

- KEL always lets SUNNY come up with the name for the bug. Though SUNNY usually only names the spiders scary. 

- He has a few of the cheap, crappy enclosures outside in his backyard. HERO reminds him to check if the bugs are dead or not so that if they are they can use the enclosure for other bugs.

- Holds funerals for the bugs. 

- If it's something that's covered in dirt or sand or something of the sort BASIL will help him wash it off and clean it.

- If it's something that can be named KEL will let BASIL name it, though BASIL always says "No! It's yours KEL! You should name it!"

- KEL will keep bugging BASIL until he names it. But to cheer him up after KEL always goes "Me and (name)! Adventure buddies forever! Me and him/her will go on so many adventures together! Thank you BASIL!"

- Is constantly asking his mom for snacks for his friends. He knows MARI and HERO could just make them but he knows that sometimes it must get tiring. His mom always makes little sandwiches with a side celery and cucumber. Maybe apple slices as well. 

- Tells HERO and MARI that it's just because he was feeling really hungry and couldn't wait for them to make food. But MARI knows that he really only wanted to help out and so she teases him for being embarrassed to help.

- KEL hates it, how dare she >:(

- He's not actually all that mad though, he's just over dramatic like that

-  He likes to share his food with SUNNY! SUNNY doesn't eat all that much and KEL doesn't know why, so he hopes that by offering his food to SUNNY he'll eat more. 

- Other than MARI he's one of SUNNY's biggest encouragement providers, often trying to get SUNNY out of his comfort zone and try new things! But SUNNY usually only freaks out and runs to his sister. KEL can only pout at this.

- Has successfully convinced BASIL that he indeed has a watermelon for a head.

- Likes to go "You have a spider in your hair!" to HERO and AUBREY. He laughs when he sees them freak out. Though AUBREY always does it back to him, which KEL says is not at all fair.

- Doesn't like it when his brother teases or bugs him back, which happens a lot.

- "KEL screams like a girl!" Is what AUBREY likes to tease him about, and he finds that one to be the most embarrassing. 

- Is jealous of his brother sometimes, because HERO seems to be good at everyone which KEL doesn't find fair at all. 

- Often has scrapes and bruises all over himself, he seems like the type of kid to trip a lot because he's clumsy. 

- Definitely a scab picker, which both his mom and brother lecture him not to do. But he can't help it!

YIPPEE I finished the first headcanons! I'm happy with how they all came out! ^^

[hellafuckedup666]

The thin line

For a long time, the expression « there’s a thin line between love and hate » made no sense to me. Because how could you hate something you love? How can there be a thin line between complete opposites?

This is what they teach you as a kid right? Yes and no. Hot and cold. Left and right. Love and hate. They can’t coexist because being one means not being the other. Something’s hot because it isn’t cold. We’re taught at such a young age to learn about what we love and what we hate. There’s no confusion, no ambiguity.

It was all so simple. Until it wasn’t.

Because hating means caring. Having an opinion on something, even if it’s a negative one, means you cared enough to think about the issue. It brings up feelings inside of you. Feelings of discomfort, of sadness, of anger, of disgust.

Hate is an intense emotion. But so is love.

I think the first heartbreak we experience teaches us a lot about the « thin line ». Someone hurt you. Logically, you shouldn’t like them. They’re hurtful. They’re bad for you health. They disregarded your feelings. They don’t deserve a special place in your mind. They aren’t worth your time.

And yet, you still love them for everything they were. You love them for all the good times you had. You love them for making you feel loved.

Everything gets blurry. Nothing really makes sense anymore.

The « thin line » has been erased.

So, what is the opposite of love? If everything has an opposite, a radical way of « not being », surely love has one too.

Indifference.

If love, just like hate, means experiencing passionate and intense emotions, then the opposite of love is not experiencing anything.

It’s being numb.

It’s not giving a second thought. It’s not having a clear opinion, not because you are indecisive, but because you don’t even bother to have one. It just isn’t worth your time.

It’s just not important.

And I guess this is the difference between us. This is the reason we will never see eye to eye. Our views on our relationship were polar opposites. I viewed it as something that was important, that was worth having an opinion on, that was worth the intensity. I would’ve given you all the time in the world.

You wanted to feel numb. You don’t want the intensity, I mean you don’t even want to feel a-ny-thing at all. I truly loved you. In multiple different ways sure, but I really did. Now I hate you.

And you are

Indifferent.

[heartsiez]

MARRY ME?

⌗ kazuha, xiao, ganyu and gn!reader

⌗ cheating and angst

— xiao

“will you marry me?” kazuha asked you, he sat on one knee with a soft smile planted on his face. you were able to see the tint that crossed his cheeks and the small nervousness in his eyes.

the way your eyes widened, face flushed and the joyful hugs and kisses you gave him was painful,

painful to xiao.

it broke his heart to see you move on, to see you happy with another, to see you with someone else. if he were to choose to either end his painful duties or to go back to you, he’d suffer just to go with you once again.

but, he knew he doesn’t deserve you. it was his fault your relationship ended after all. he took advantage of your love and your feelings towards him.

xiao had cheated on you with ganyu, and oh how foolish he was. he had taught ganyu one day, how he usually does, but ganyu was bored of that and couldn't help but drive into her desires.

ganyu had pounced onto him, trying to kiss him. xiao was confused what was going on but he liked it. xiao had kissed back, pulling ganyu onto his lap and got too carried away, caressing her back and kissing her neck. you and xiao never had intimate sessions, so the fact he was finally feeling pleasure had made him do what he did.

but it’s not your fault you never touched. knowing xiao, he hated physical affection, so you never initiated anything unless he did first.

on that day, you decided to do something nice for xiao. you had collected his favourite flowers and had packed almond tofu in a small basket. as you headed towards where he would usually teach ganyu, you could hear ruffling and weird noises.

it made you anxious, thinking something bad had happened. you started running over, clenching the basket to your side so the sweets didn't fall everywhere. “xiao? ganyu? are you okay, has something happened??” you shouted.

the two had both obviously heard your shouts because as you neared the scene, they both were looking in your direction alread, frozen in shock.

xiao could remember the scene play like the back of his hand. the look of betrayal, disgust and sadness written over your face. the way the tears would start clumping in your eyes and fall down your face. the way your body tensed, making the flowers and food drop by your feet. the way you swiftly ran away and when he had come back to the inn, he saw none of your belongings there.

instantly he had cut off all ties with ganyu, blaming it on her.though, deep down he knew it was truly his fault, not hers. he was just shameful and would never admit that he would do such things to you out of everyone.

how stupid was he? letting pleasure get the best of him? the way he was doing stuff with another person other than you? the way you guys had only kissed minor times and he skipped all those stages with someone new?

he hated himself, how useless was he and how stupid he was. you were the only person who had ever loved him truly, the only person he had loved truly.

but deep down inside, he was glad you found someone better, someone who deserved you and treated you better than he, himself, ever could.

having enough of the scene thrown in front of him, he gave his one last goodbye to you, and vanished away.

besides all the other karma he had got, this is what he truly deserved.

⌗ ganyu ily don’t hate me plz 🤭

[tofu-loverx]

Crystal heart ll chapter 1

Synopsis: After being mistreated by the inhabitants of Teyvat and the Archons, who have physically abused you and accused you of impersonating their Creator, a child accidentally finds you in the Dragonspin Mountains in dire straits and discovers that you are the Creator, so he takes you to Snezhnaya and there you receive the treatment you deserve and the fate of the Archons that.

chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / chapter 8 / chapter 9 / chapter 10

Note: English is not my native language, so sorry for any spelling errors.

Warnings: Insults, mention of minor violence,blood, wounding the reader.

Recently, many rumors circulated about someone wandering the lands of Teyvat impersonating the Creator, infuriating the over-cult Archons, so they took it upon themselves to teach this impudent impostor a lesson that he would not forget and killed him in every available horrific way.

You collapsed on the white snow of the DragonSpin, the color of your golden blood stained the bed of pure snow, and your body is not moving…

You feel pain in every inch of your body despite the cold that has numbed you...

Your clothes are torn from the ends of electrical burns caused by Archon Inazuma...

Deep wounds that looked as if a sharp blade had pierced your soft skin but it was the work of Archon anemo…

Purple and blue bruises that look painful like a curse on your body from Archon Geo.

Breathing becomes difficult...

Your lungs are screaming for air...

Your vision is blurry and your eyes are filled with crystal tears...

You can hardly hear your surroundings, all you hear is whistling...

You don't know how you ended up in this miserable state, but you remember very well who cursed you, insulted you, beat you, abused you... and threatened to kill you. They chased you everywhere for days and days and you never felt so comfortable.

You've lived these miserable days running and running and running only you haven't slept safe and slept in the open cold in the plains and caves and anywhere you can think of, you haven't eaten any satiating food since you came into this damned, disgusting world you've been living in constant fear, you thought your entry into The world of your favorite game is fun, meet your favorite characters and adventure with the traveler in the lands of Teyvat and fight against monsters.

you went to Mondstadt and crossed the gate while greeting the two guards. The two guards looked at you in horror, but you ignored their gazes and continued walking. With every step inside the city the residents were casting strange, terrifying, hateful, angry, shocked looks at you... All kinds of bad looks, you didn't know why and suddenly you heard the heels of knights rushing and surrounding you in minutes and you were scared and you don't know what's going on...

You asked: "What is the problem? Why do you surround me?" With worried expressions and a curious tone

You was met with a stark response mixed with anger from one of the knights: "Shut up you impostor!! How dare you impersonate our beloved Creator!!"

You said: "Huh??"

Two knights came forward and caught you so you wouldn't run away, stuff a piece of cloth in your mouth so they wouldn't hear your poisoned voice and made you a target for the angry city-dwellers to throw at you what they wanted. They stoned you with stones, food, dirt and anything, until someone hit you with the wooden chair of one of the tables outside. You hurt your head, but your hair covered the bleeding...

Cry from your heart, tremble with fear, feel shame, shame and humiliation ...

You will be punished for something you did not do without any explanation, and this is considered one of the harshest psychological punishments...

As the sun sets, they are left and dumped outside the city walls in the open. You stay alone for a while and then head to Liyue, hoping the same thing won't happen, but the same scenario repeats itself. You didn't want to go to Inazuma in order not to die at the hands of Raiden Shogun, but she personally came to you and chased after you. With the rest of the Archons...

The cause of everything that happened to you is a psychological complex. You were afraid to meet any human being... a child, a woman, even an old woman. I was afraid of all of them...

You don't know how you managed to escape without supplying your body with food, but you didn't bother to think about it, all you wish is to survive and that's called survival instinct.

You end up turning to Dragonspin and their volatile climate and praying that they can't catch up with you. This region was famous for its unpredictable weather and harsh and unforgiving climate. You had no other choice but to come to the icebergs, you are sure how few people live here and the possibility of the knights chasing you here without casualties…

You had cuts that filled every inch of you, some of them opened after they healed and caused heavy bleeding, you had anemia, dizziness and headaches, but you didn't stop running.

At last your body reached its limits and you fell on the clear snow with your blood on the place.

Felt calm and relieved from falling to a comfortable ground and being alone in the place, a blizzard turned around and formed a vortex protecting you from danger..

Your feelings are conflicting. Cold weather, but this time you are grateful that the thing you hate is protecting you now. ..

You regain your hearing at the sound of footsteps approaching you.. your vision is blurred because the storm has rotated around you and even as the storm was louder, you could hear the sound of footsteps you gained the ability to distinguish between the sound of human and non-human footsteps. That thanks to your pursuit at night, the shadow approaches you and easily penetrates the whirlpool of the storm that surrounds you ...

If he was just a human, the whirlpool would tear him to shreds, a shadow glimpsed your tired and exhausted body and the golden amount of blood beneath you, you expected this to be your end…

In a semi-audible voice, she pleads, “Ajax… kill me… please…”

Although your vocal cords are hoarse, he heard you say his name clearly, no one knows his real name, but you are weird. The impostor knows his name?? There was only one explanation: You were the Creator... He was shocked for a while and thought of thousands of possibilities to prove that you are not a Teyvat Maker but all the evidence points to you being the Maker of the Beloved who cared about him while he was in the Abyss and gave him such strength

Kneel quickly in front of your fragile body...

Saying in a broken tone, "Your grace!!"

He's heard of a trickster walking around in the image of a Creator, but didn't expect you to be the Creator with your flesh and grease, the Archons have sinned and their treatment of you will not go unnoticed by childe and Archon Cryo. ..

He carried you like a fragile glass butterfly that broke at the slightest touch, and pushed you towards his chest and wrapped you in his fur coat with a distinctive smell... You tried to push him away, but your strength is weak and you cannot move a single finger..

He took you to Snezhnaya and took care of you tsaritsa, childe and everyone else who lived in the Ice Palace, they treated you well, brought you the best doctors, treated your wounds even with your ability to heal spontaneously, but they wanted you to restore your health as quickly as possible. They brought you everything you wanted even before you asked: sweets, hot food, silk and warm clothes, gifts, jewelry ... All the treasures of the world were prepared for you ...

After you was completely healed and was able to walk on your own without clinging to the child's body and walking, a dinner was held by the order of the tsaritsa in celebration of the healing.

You remained in your room, preparing for the banquet with the help of the servants, and put on a long dress the color of the starry night sky, with a transparent robe hanging from behind you, and your arms in the same cloth as the robe. With a gorgeous hairstyle with a diamond crown studded with pearls...

You went down to the dining hall and when you came in you found everyone sitting waiting for you. Everyone's eyes were enchanted as soon as you entered. Even Tsaritsa's cold and icy beauty was nothing compared to your appearance after you regained your health.

You sat at the head of the table and beside you on both sides sat the childe smiling at you and the Archon looking at you. There was just about everything on that table, and I began to eat, and there was silence all around but not an awkward silence, a comforting silence.

Tsaritsa interrupted the silence in her calm voice:" How did you find the taste of food your grace??"

You answered with a soft smile on your face that melts the hearts of everyone in the hall: "It's delicious!!"

“I am glad that you loved him by your grace!” Archon Cryo said happily in her tone of voice.

And she added in her words:" Your grace, what do you intend to do with the other Archons?"

You were cutting meat, but her words made you stop and think about all the bad memories that resurfaced in your memory of hurt, shame, and insults that you could not answer.

Suddenly you felt someone's hand on your shoulder and dropped the fork and knife that were in your hands and looked in horror at the source of the hand. It's just a childe's hand looking at you with worrying features

Childe says: "Are you okay??"

You stared at him for a moment and then said with a smile to reassure him: "Ah..yes, I'm fine.."

You paused for a moment and then said, "I want to ask if it's possible..."

The sound of conversations resounded throughout the icy hall, and with your present words, the place became silent, so that your words would stand out better.

Tsaritsa said: "You can ask me anything for your grace, and I will answer you according to the knowledge I have".

You smiled at her and said hesitantly:" Why do you call me your blessing??"

Tsaritsa answered without hesitation: "because you are the creator of Tivat and everyone is here!!"

You said louder than usual: "but I'm just an ordinary girl!! I don't even have a vision or special abilities, I'm very ordinary!!"

Ajax said: "Your grace. We are sure that you are the creator of Teyvat.. golden blood.. crystal tear.. the thick aura around you.. they all point to you".

You said in amazement: "golden blood?? I will prove to you that my blood is as normal as all of you!!"

You stood up hard, pushed the chair behind you and quickly took the table knife and cut your hand with it, your behavior made everyone at the base startled and rushing to you, Scara was shouting at the servants for first aid and Ajax took a knife from your hand and threw it away Tsaritsa grabbed your wrist trying to stop the leaking blood...

Golden blood flowed through the wound and shone under the light of the ice chandelier and stood out even more

You said in shock:" My blood.. It's golden!? ..."

After the uproar you caused, You felt very embarrassed and stayed in your room for a while with a guard so as not to hurt yourself, childe was visiting you to check on you or even just a longing visit, and scara, despite his rudeness and rudeness to others, but he showed his soft side when he is with you in the room alone.. .

After days of staying in the room, you was bored and decided to go out, you went to the throne room Archon cryo and talked to her, you entered the hall and found Tsaritsa sitting on her ice throne she's quickly stood up and headed towards you

She said happily: "Blessings!! What a surprise visit!! can I help?"

You said with a soft smile: "As long as I've been sitting in the room, I have thought of the other Archons' and their treatment of me, and I have already decided their fate".

Tsaritsa smiled and said: "What do we do with them??"

You said with black eyes:" Death awaits them"

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If you like my writing, please support and publish it. Thank you. There will be a sequel soon, so look forward to it.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Give Yourself a Try

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers

Synopsis: you and Peter hate each other, which becomes a problem when you’re given a group project

Part two and three

Masterlist

“Good morning Ned.” You kindly greeted as you took your seat in front of Peter in your first period physics class.

“Morning Y/n.” Ned said back, gearing up for what he knew was coming.

“I really like your makeup today, Y/n.” Peter smiled as he leaned forward in his seat. “Is it hard balancing your schoolwork with your job at the circus?”

“Not at all.” You smiled sweetly at him as you turned around. “I could get you a job there if you’d like. We’ve been needing something small to feed to the lions between shows. You’d be perfect.”

“Small? Darling, you must be mistaken.” Peter kept a sickly sweet grin on. “I’m bigger than your boyfriend of the week over there.”

“Silly goose.” You scrunched your nose at him. “Harry Osborn is not my boyfriend. And just so you know, steroids are really bad for you. I’m worried about your well being.”

“I’m not on steroids.” Peter hissed, dropping the act. “Stop trying to start that rumor.”

“Why not?” You shot back. “You had no trouble spreading the rumor that I was the one who killed Herbie the hamster when we all know it was you who left the door open after cleaning his cage.”

“Are you kidding me? That was fifth grade.” He whispered harshly.

“I will never forget it.” You snapped back.

“Ahem.” The teacher cleared her throat as she stared at you and Peter with an annoyed expression. This was an everyday occurrence in her class, and any other class you had with Peter. You hated each other and everyone knew it. You and Peter stopped arguing and slumped in your seats, giving each other one last look of disdain.

“Instead of a final exam this semester, I’ll be giving you a final project.” The teacher continued. “You’ll be working with one other student.”

“Nice. We can finally present our work on quantum physics.” Peter excitedly high fived Ned.

“Can you guys reschedule your virgin convention for later?” You asked seriously. “I’m trying to listen.”

“Because of the disappointing grades on the last project, I will be assigning your partners.” The teacher went on.

“Don’t worry.” Peter whispered to Ned again. “We could still end up together. We got an A last time so she knows we work well together.”

“We got an A last time.” You mimicked his voice and moved your hand like a puppet.

“Yeah. An A.” Peter said as he leaned forward in his seat. “You know, like your bra size.”

“What did you just say to me?” You snapped as you whipped around. He had on his infamous shit eating grin that you hated.

“Young man, can you please stop interrupting our conversation?” He said as he held up a hand. Your jaw dropped at the insult, face growing warm with anger. You decide not to give him the satisfaction of an insult exchange and turned around in your seat. Your teacher began to list off the partners for the projects.

“Leeds, Stacy.” She called out. “You’ll be working together.”

“Sorry, man. But also, not sorry man.” Ness frown quickly turned into a smile. “Gwen, over here!”

“Aw.” You snickered as you turned around on your chair. “I feel bad for whoever gets stuck with you now. That poor, unfortunate soul.”

“Parker. L/n. You’ll be working together.”

“What?” You and Peter screamed in unison. You gave each other an angry look before looking at your teacher in protest.

“You two are always holding up my class and I’m tired of it.” She held up a hand. “This project will teach you how to finally get along and stop disrupting me while I teach.”

“Mrs. Avery, with all due respect, I can feel myself getting more disruptive already.” You told her.

“I think that’s your STD.” Peter mumbled.

“You two need to learn how to be professional and amicable.” She ignored your protest. “You won’t always like your peers. But you will always have to collaborate with them at some point.”

“I understand that.” You assured her. “But if we do this project together, my fist is going to collaborate with Peters face.”

“That’s a threat.” Peter piped up. “I’d like to file a report.”

“And I’d like to take that report and shove it up your-“

“Enough.” Mrs. Avery cut you off. “You will be working together and that is final.”

You both shrunk in your seats, fuming with anger over the teachers decision. You didn’t cause any more disruptions throughout the class and quickly left once the bell rang.

Peter saw you at your locker, which was coincidentally next to his locker, spraying some perfume on.

“Darling!” Peter exclaimed as he stood next to you. “So good to see you! You know how much I love when you hog all the locker space and make the entire hallways smell like perfume.”

“Why, thank you.” You touched your hand to your heart. “As I’m sure you know, some of us prefer to smell like things other than Neosporin and baby powder. After all, that’s your signature scent and I’d just hate to step on your toes.”

“I didn’t know. Thank you for opening your gigantic mouth and telling me!” Peter said through a toothy grin.

“Oh, Peter.” You laughed airily. “You’re very welcome, you sad sack of shit.”

“Classy.” Peter faked a smile as he opened his locker. “Do you want to come over to my house after school to work on the project? I live walking distance from here.”

“What? No.” You scoffed. “You’re not getting me to a secondary location. We’ll work in the library.”

“Actually, we won’t, because it’s closed for maintenance.” He replied with a tight smile.

“I wish you were closed for maintenance.” Yoh grumbled as you zipped up your bag.

“Hilarious.” He fake laughed loudly. “Are you coming over or not?”

“Not.” You said in disgust. “I don’t know you or your parents. You might try to kill me as a part of some Parker family cult ritual.”

“My parents are dead.” He told you, unamused. “It’s just me and my aunt.”

“Is your aunt a cult leader?” You asked.

“No.” He groaned.

“Cult member?”

“No. All she does is cheat at cross world puzzles and shop at Whole Foods.” He said.

“So you lied.” You slammed your locker and looked at him. “She’s in the Whole Foods cult.”

“Can you try not to be difficult for two minutes, please? We need to get this project done.”

“Jokes on you, Parker.” You folded your arms. “Difficult is my lowest setting.”

“Ooo. Scary.” He mocked you. “What’s your highest? Because I’m pretty sure I saw it last Tuesday when your backpack got stuck on the door handle and you decided to blame me.”

“I know that was your fault. And I go from difficult to hooligan to the step mom from Parent Trap.” You shrugged.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” Peter replied as he slapped his knee. You raised an eyebrow at him, judging him for his material.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“You’re gonna be sorry.” You told him. “Where do you live again?”

“Waking distance from here. I said that less than five minutes ago.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“Well I didn’t hear that because I tune you out when you speak. You know, like most people do.” You said sweetly.

“Wow, you’re so funny.” Peter said sarcastically. “If I meet you here at the end of the day, will you come home with me?”

“Fine.” You huffed. “I’ll go home with you. But if I start detecting any cult shit going on, I’m leaving.”

“Fine by me.” He scoffed. “I’ll see you later.”

~

“Are you ready to go?” Peter asked after the last bell had rang. You shouldered your backpack and shut your locker, feeling unusually anxious around him. You could deal with Peter for 40 minutes at a time when all you did was trade insults. Something about walking to his home together and spending time alone knocked the confidence right out of you.

“I’m ready.” You nodded.

“What, no insult?” He asked. “No mocking of my voice?”

“We were assigned each other as partners so we could learn to be civil, right?” You shrugged. “I guess I’m just mature enough to give it a try.”

“There she is.” Peter smiled as you began to walk in the direction of his apartment. “There’s my girl.”

You looked to the side when you heard him say this, unsure of how it made you feel. You often called each other pet names ironically, but this felt different. There was a change in the dynamic between the two of you and it was clouding your judgment.

You let Peter do all the talking as you walked home, thankful that he lived so close to the school. He spewed out ideas for the project the entire elevator ride up and didn’t stop until you were standing outside his bedroom door.

Peter stopped talking and opened the door, gesturing for you to go inside. You made a face at him before walking, staying in one spot as he shut the door and sat down. You were frozen as you looked around his room, not liking how human it made him. He had notes from classes you didn’t have with him strewn around and an open first aid kit on his desk.

“You can sit.” He chuckled when he noticed how stiff you were.

“I’m scared to.” You admitted.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. Something about sitting on this boys bed with him seemed finalizing, like you’d be opening a door you couldn’t close.

“Just sit down.” He repeated. “I didn’t rig the place with boobytraps, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s what someone who rigged the place with booby traps would say.” You replied as you took a hesitant seat on his bed.

“There. Isnt that nice?” He asked sarcastically.

“No.” You said immediately. “Am I the first girl to ever sit on your bed?”

“Psh. No.”

“I’ll take that as a yes ma’am.” You mumbled.

“Whatever.” He replied. “What do you want to do the project on?”

“How about micropenises?” You suggested. “You won’t even have to do any research.”

“Haha. So funny.” He rolled his eyes. “You are so annoying it’s actually impressive.”

“Please.” You laughed. “You so have a crush on me.”

“What?” His entire face went red. “No I don’t.”

“No I don’t.” You mimicked his voice. “Yes you do. That’s why you’re up my ass all the time.”

“That makes no sense.” He scoffed.

“It makes total sense.” You insisted. “You know I’ll never like you back, so you made me hate you. That way, you still get to talk to me all the time. Genius, really. I applaud you.”

“That’s a nice little fantasy you’ve created for yourself. Is that what you tell yourself to help you fall asleep?” He teased you.

“Yep.” You smiled brightly. “Right after I finger blast myself to the thought of you in your Catholic schoolboy sweaters.”

“Oh my God.” His cheeks turned even redder at your inappropriate joke.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” You used his words from earlier.

“They were right.” He said, making you laugh.

“God, I love it when you talk down to me.” You fanned yourself. “Can you tell me how to change a tire?”

Peter began to laugh as well, looking at you as you both laughed. You quickly stopped laughing when you realized you just gave him a genuine smile and looked away.

“Do you want to do the project on tensile strength?” You suggested to break the tension. “I know you’re weirdly into that.”

“How’d you know?” He wondered.

“You almost popped a boner when we talked about in last month.” You teased him. “It’s just rope, dude.”

“It’s not just rope. It’s the force-“

“-the force required to pull something until it breaks. I know.” You finished his sentence. “I’m smart too, you know.”

“Oh.” He was dumbfounded that you knew something he was interested in. “I didn’t know.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Women use brain sometime. Woman say smart thing like man.”

Peter laughed again, realizing you were actually kind of funny when you wanted to be.

“I’m not a misogynist, you know.” Peter said after a beat. “You don’t have to make jokes like that. I may not like you, but I respect you.”

“You respect me?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

“I respect all women. The strongest person I know is my Aunt. Plus, I’ve still never met anyone who was as smart as my mom. I wouldn’t be half the man I was if it weren’t for the women who raised me.” He shrugged. “But it would be ignorant and naive of me to only respect woman who are related to me in some way. So I respect all of them unless they give me a reason not to.”

“Have I given you a reason not to?” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Not yet.” He chuckled to himself. “You’re annoying, but you’re brilliant. I know you would never admit this, but we’re basically the same person. You’re just more extroverted so you have more friends and popularity. And you’re smart but you don’t make that your whole personality, so it impresses more people when you let your intelligence show.”

Your body language shifted when you realized he was actually a nice guy. He clearly paid attention to you and was impressed by what he saw. You didn’t say anything, so Peter kept going.

“People lean in to listen when you start speaking instead of tuning you out.” He brought up your insult from earlier, and you felt bad. You didn’t realize he admired you in any way and you felt guilty for always teasing him. Peter’s kept his eyes down, playing with his fingers to distract himself.

“You’re…you’re kind of every thing I wanted to be.” He said quietly. You smiled softly at him, but he didn’t see it. It was the first time you had a nice moment with Peter, and you didn’t hate it. You could tell he was beginning to panic for sharing so much, so you reached forward and tilted his chin up to look at you. His wide eyes met yours and you gave him a small smile.

“How did your parents die?” You asked quietly, immediately ruining the moment.

“Damn.” Peter pulled away with a shocked laugh. “When was your first period?”

“All right. I get your point.” You rolled your eyes. “That was a little abrupt.”

“You’re telling me.” He teased. You sat in silence for a moment, neither of you sure where to go from there. You knew Peter was still processing you touching his face, so you talked first.

“My parents are dead too.” You said without looking up at him.

“They are?” He asked, scooting a little closer to you on the bed.

“Yeah.” You looked up and gave him a sad smile. “But if you think we’re gonna take a turn and fall in love because we have similar trauma, you’re wrong. I can’t stand orphans.”

“But you’re an orphan.” He reminded you.

“And?”

“Never mind.” He shook his head. “I have a feeling I won’t be getting through to you.”

“Probably not.” You agreed. “Tell me more, though. Did your parents die doing something cool?”

“I don’t really know.” He shrugged. “It was a plane crash. That’s all I’ve been told.”

“Oh.” You nodded. “Sounds lame.”

“What?”

“A plane crash?” You raised your eyebrow. “That’s so boring. Yawn.”

“Excuse me?” He laughed in shock again. “Fine. How did your parents die?”

“Firefighters.” You said proudly. “Died saving three children.”

“Wow.” Peter sat back, stumped.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I was one of them.”

“Seriously?” His eyes widened as he fought the urge to hold your hand.

“No. I’m fucking with you.” You began to laugh as he let out a groan.

“Why would you do that to me?” He whined. “You had me, for a minute there.”

“What can I say? I’m an actor.” You flipped your hair ostentatiously.

“What actually happened?” He wondered. You stopped smiling and bit your bottom lip.

“Drunk driver.” You told him. He didn’t fight the urge this time and reached over to take your hand in his. You stared at your interlocked hands, wondering if you should pull away or not. On the one hand, he was your enemy. But that didn’t make his warmth any less inviting.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “That must have been really hard on you.”

“You know the feeling, don’t you?” You asked with a sad smile.

“I do.” He nodded. “And I know how much it sucked to not have someone who knew how it felt. You don’t have to feel that way anymore. Neither of us do.”

You opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it, not wanting to ruin the moment again. The guy holding your hand was not the same guy who sat behind you in physics. This guy was someone you actually liked.

“I might have misjudged you, Peter Parker.” You laughed shyly. “You might not be as unbearable as I remembered.”

“And you might not be the frigid bitch I thought you were.” He matched your tone.

“Watch it.” You warned.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“You were right.” You said after a beat. “We are pretty much the same person. I never realized that before.”

“Maybe that’s why we don’t get along.” He shrugged, rubbing soft circles into your hand.

“I’d be willing to give it a try, if you were.” You said sheepishly. “Who knows? I might just like you.”

“You want to give this a try?” He asked, eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Why not?” You shrugged. “What do I have to lose?”

“Okay.” He nodded eagerly. “Then we’ll try.”

“Cool.” You smiled.

“Cool.” He said before leaning in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as his fluttered shut, making you realize you were on different pages. His lips made contact with yours for a few seconds before you pushed him off.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Kissing you?” He asked in confusion as hurt flashed in his eyes.

“Why the hell would you do that?” You exclaimed, still in shock. You got off the bed and backed away from him, trying to process what just happened.

“You said we were giving it a try!” He was shouting now too, but not out of anger. “I thought we were finally admitting that we like each other.”

“I meant giving friendship a try! I never said anything about a relationship.” You shouted. You quieted down when you saw the upset look on his face. “You... you like me?”

“I thought it was obvious.” He said quietly. “I-I thought you knew. You said it before and I just…I thought you knew.”

“Peter, I was joking when I said all that stuff.” You calmed down and sat back on his bed. “I didn’t actually think you liked me.”

“Oh.” He blinked a few times before looking down. “I…I do.”

“Peter, I’m sorry.” You reached for his hand again but his withdrew it.

“No, it’s my fault.” He shook his head and got off the bed. “I misunderstood the situation.”

“Peter, wait.” You caught him by the wrists and pulled him back down to the bed. He sat down again but looked anywhere but at you. You could see that his eyes were glassy so you put a hand on his face.

“You were right.” His voice wavered. “I did like you and I did think you’d never like me back. That’s why I always tease you. I just wanted you to talk to me.”

“Pete.” You whispered, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb.

“I’m sorry. I really don’t want to be here right now. I’ll email you my part of the project and-“

You cut him off by wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. You both had your eyes closed this time and it lasted much longer. Your lips moved against his slowly and you could feel how inexperienced he was. Even so, it was perfect. You pulled away after a minute and looked into his eyes, feeling better now that there were no traces of sadness in them.

“You kissed me.” He said, dumbfounded.

“I can’t know I don’t like you back if I never give you a chance.” You shrugged as you withdrew your hand from his face.

“Well what did you decide?” He asked curiously. You puckered your lips and tilted your head, staring at him as if you were making a decision.

“I still think you’re super annoying.” You concluded.

“Okay.” Peter nodded.

“But it’s an annoying I’m willing to put up with.” You decided as you slipped your hand back into his. Peter broke out into a smile and nodded again.

“Okay.”

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[megan-is-mia]

Could I ask for Peacock Vil with #209? Like he's in his mating season and she is rejecting all his advances.

(This one is kind of long sorry) 209. “The way you say my name feel so fucking good…keep saying it.” (Yandere! Peacock Vil Schoenheit x Fem! S/o) (WARNING NSFW AND NON-CON AHEAD!)

Ever since she was a young girl (Y/n) had known what her future would be. Born to a concubine in the Peacock King’s harem there was only one fate open to her: to become a harem-girl like her mother before her and serve her master obediently. This fact had been drilled into her since toddlerhood. Yet there was something that gave her hope and kept her from fully accepting her destiny. She had a special friend, a secret friend who lived in the castle as well. They’d never seen each other’s faces but spoke to one another every day through a hole in the wall between the two grand gardens of the palace. Her friend called themself Scélérat, and they loved two things: knowledge and beauty. Each day they would teach (Y/n) new things they’d learned from the books in the library.

With every scrap of knowledge (Y/n) gained she found new strength in herself. When she was with Scélérat she wasn’t just a lowly harem girl, she was a person who mattered in this world. Yet as the years went by things began to change, she began to be plagued with more and more duties to make her into the ideal concubine. Even worse the Peacock King’s son Vil demanded that she become his personal servant and tend to him daily.

“(Y/n) why do you stand so far from my side? Come closer darling I won’t bite” Vil cooed as he lounged back on the chaise longue and gestured for the servant to come closer. (Y/n) grit her teeth but obeyed, she despised the peacock-man and his father and everything they stood for. If it wasn’t for the king and the prince, she and her mother would not be bound to a life of sexual servitude.

Vil pulled (Y/n) down into his lap as she came closer, she had grown more beautiful than he could ever have hoped for. He still remembered with total clarity when he’d first met her, back when they were children still innocent of heart. She’d been crying in the garden and he’d spoken to her through the wall. (Y/n) had spilled out her sorrows to him and he felt his heartache for the first time in his life.

He hadn’t told her his name then, for that would have ruined everything. To her, he would be Scélérat, someone she could always depend on to be there for her and lift her up. But as time has gone by their meetings had grown shorter and less frequent, it was not her fault that she wasn’t able to meet him. (Y/n) was blooming into a beautiful young woman and therefore she had to know her duties as a concubine.

That didn’t mean he would let her slip away from him. Sure for now she may not love him as Prince Vil, but he would win her yet. He was sure of it, she had no choice in the matter. When he became king he would dismiss most of the harem that his father had amassed. Of course, he would make sure the concubines went to good homes but he would not need so many women to keep him happy. The only woman he needed to be happy was (Y/n), she would be his queen in all but name. He wished he could make her queen proper but he knew patience would be key to being successful in his endeavors. If he gave her that power before he knew for certain that she was loyal to him everything could go down in flames. Vil could not let the love in his heart cloud his judgment on the matter.

(Y/n) hated how intimately the prince touched her. His hands made her skin crawl and she felt like she needed to scrub her skin clean after every encounter with him. The other harem girls gossiped that she must be his favorite since she was the only girl he’d ever called to his chambers. However, she did not care whether or not she was the prince’s favorite for she would never care for him.

For her heart already belonged to another, her beloved Scélérat, yes they were her beloved. Though she had never had the courage to tell them of her feelings for them and now she was unlikely to ever have the chance to tell them with the prince hoarding her time and body. The only relief she had was the fact the prince and king’s mating season would soon start and none would be allowed near their rooms nor them. Perhaps in this downtime (Y/n) would gain from the prince’s season she’d be able to speak to Scélérat again and set things straight. However, until the season started she would be quite busy with Prince Vil. In the week leading up to his mating season, the prince began acting strangely towards her. One could almost call it affectionate, the way he spoke to her and tried to shower her in gifts of clothes and jewelry. “He must be trying to court you” another harem girl suggested when (Y/n) spoke of her concerns one evening. “The gift-giving, the affectionate words, the only sensible explanation is that his more bestial brain is piloting and he wants you to be his mate” she added making (Y/n) cringe with disgust. Her? The prince’s mate? No way! There was no way she would ever become the prince’s mate!

Yet despite her unwillingness, she found herself being locked in with the prince on the day his rut started. At first, he seemed totally unaware of her presence in the room, jerking furiously on his bed and grunting in a low voice. This was a side of Vil she’d never seen before, who was this unrefined creature unable to think of anything but sex? She could almost feel pity for him, almost.

(Y/n) was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice when the prince had given up trying to pleasure himself and was creeping towards her. Suddenly she found herself being pulled and forced down on the bed as Vil climbed atop of her with a lecherous grin. (Y/n) grimaced and tried to kick him off even as he leaned down to capture her lips in a hungry kiss and ran his hands down her sides.

“Finally, I have you where I want you… I’ve been waiting for this day for years” Vil said in a coo as he pulled away from the kiss. “Ever since we were young I knew you were the one for me my darling” he added leaning in for another kiss. (Y/n) turned her head away confused by the prince’s words. “What… What are you talking about! You aren’t making any sense!” she said, trying to kick him again. “Even when we’re this close to one another you still don’t recognize me? You cannot recognize your oldest friend?” the prince said, leaning down to speak in (Y/n)’s ear. “Your dear Scélérat sits before you and yet you do not see?” he whispered before pressing a kiss to her ear. This revelation froze (Y/n) to her core, the prince… he was the one she’d loved for so long? Impossible! She could not accept, she would not accept this to be true!

“I don’t believe you! You must be lying! Scélérat is a good person, unlike you! He would never let me remain a harem girl if he had the power to free me like you do!” (Y/n) said in a hiss. “Oh I have every intention of freeing you, just not yet… first I must become king so I can make you my wife” Vil said nuzzling the young woman playfully. “But such serious matters can wait until another day, let us enjoy each other’s company” he concluded.

(Y/n) knew exactly what he meant by “enjoy each other’s company” and she wanted none of it. She tried to push him away again even as he kissed down her front, yanking her top down to lavish her breasts with attention. (Y/n) had never had the curiosity to try touching herself in such a matter and as such her body jolted with the new sensations Vil forced upon her with his mouth and hands.

“You saved yourself for me didn’t you darling?” the peacock-man said with a croon, his hands darting further down (Y/n)’s body to run down her thighs. “I wish I had the patience to wait until our wedding night to do this… but I suppose there really is nothing wrong with getting started on making an heir right?” he mused to himself as the young woman below him felt her blood run cold. Her? Carry the prince’s heir? She couldn’t think of many things worse than bearing a child for this man! Perhaps she could stop him from doing this tonight? Maybe she could spare herself such a fate by taking command now? (Y/n) reached down clumsily searching for the prince’s cock and taking it firmly in her grip. Without hesitation, she began jerking him off quickly as he began to buck into her hold. “Mmmph fuck that feels so good” Vil said, his tail feathers spreading behind him as he fucked himself into the girl’s fist and let his head lol back in pleasure. It didn’t take long for him to cum messily onto (Y/n)’s body with a weak grin. “That was delightful darling, now allow me to return the favor” the prince said situating himself between the girl’s thighs. He pulled her undergarments aside before pressing his mouth to her cunt. This was not what she had wanted to have happen! She’d touched him hoping that it would be enough to please him so he wouldn’t impregnate her. He wasn’t supposed to try and return the favor of pleasuring! (Y/n) weakly kicked at the prince as he sucked on her clit and drove his tongue deep into her cunt. It felt like he was trying to clean her insides out with his mouth and she could feel her eyes rolling back in her skull. “P-puh-prince Vil!” (Y/n) squealed desperately and to her surprise, the peacock-man stopped. “The way you say my name feel so fucking good…keep saying it” the prince groaned out before he began tongue-fucking her again. It didn’t take long until the harem girl was seeing white and cumming all over Vil’s face. He licked up her release greedily before spreading her legs and scooting so his cock brushed against her pussy.

“I’ll try to be gentle, considering this is your first time… but I can't promise I won’t lose control” Vil cooed before starting to sink into (Y/n)’s depths. It didn’t take much before the young woman was squirming with discomfort. The prince was so big compared to her and his cock was just as proportionally big. The kisses that he pressed to her face did nothing to ease the pain he was causing her at this moment. “Hold on for me darling… I just need to get all the way in and then I'll make you feel really good” the prince promised. He continued to sink into her, stretching her like she’d never been stretched before. His fingers teased her clit made it almost bearable but still it wasnt enough to take the pain away. Finally, Vil was all the way in and let out a long gasp. He nuzzled (Y/n)’s shoulder before kissing it.

“You feel so tight around me… it feels amazing… I'm going to make you feel amazing too” the peacock-man said, his tail feathers shaking with delight. He pulled back a little bit before slamming back into (Y/n) with a grunt. He repeated this action over and over again each time striking a spot deep inside the harem girl’s cunt that made her see stars and moan for him like he wanted. Gradually Vil’s movements got faster and faster, gripping the bedframe as he fucked (Y/n) with all his might. The young woman came so many times yet the prince showed no signs of wearing out despite the many times he had also cum as he pounded her into the bed. “I’m gonna plant an entire nest in your womb darling… you’ll like that won’t you? Soon you’ll be a wife, a mother, and a queen just like you deserve…” THE END

[noteguk]

i was wondering how bad influence! jk and oc started interacting? like what made them start talking

[ ! ] this dabble is a prequel to “bad influence”

— words; 1.6k

~

Your professor was looking at you with expectation, the small piece of paper hanging between his fingers like the sword of Damocles over your head. You were staring at him in silence for a few seconds now, and the whole situation was starting to get awkward. 

“So,” he pressed on, dangling the paper in front of your eyes. On it, the name and phone number of one of your classmates. “What do you say?” 

When he asked you to stay after class, you expected it would be something related to tutoring. Your professor had mentioned it in passing a few times before, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise when he told you he had found you someone who really needed your assistance. You were beaming with joy for precisely a minute and twenty one seconds until he revealed the name of your student. 

Jeon Jungkook. 

Before you had any chance to muster an excuse for why you couldn’t — under any circumstance — get close to someone like that, even less tutor him, your professor already had his card up his sleeve. “It’ll be good for your curriculum.” 

And you said yes in a heartbeat. 

~

Jungkook was predictable. You knew that he would be late (after all, his cringy bad boy persona would never allow him to follow one single rule in his life), you just didn’t know it would be almost two-hours-late. By the point that you saw that hurricane in human form walking into the library, you had already finished your homework for the entire week. 

He had the nerve to smirk at you, and you swore an oath to yourself that you wouldn’t present him with the irritation he was expecting. And you didn’t — with all the patience and kind-heartedness that your parents had pushed down your throat your entire life, you put on your best commercial smile and greeted him like he was just in time. 

“Well, now that you’re here, let’s start with the basics and go over some defense cells.” You tugged the heavy Immunology book towards you, quickly flipping the pages towards the chapter that you had chosen for that first session. Jungkook had already taken his typical slouched position on the chair next to you, looking like he was about to slide down to the carpeted floor. “I’d like to know how familiar you are with it, though. Can you start by telling me about the types of lymphocytes?” 

He chuckled, running one hand through his hair. “I have no idea what that shit is.”

You took a deep breath and ignored the irritation that was building up on your stomach. You didn’t know how someone could be so indifferent about everything. “Well... that’s why I’m here,” you managed to keep your voice cheerful. 

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re here because you wanna get paid, princess. No need to play the Good Samaritan.”

You thought about telling him that you weren’t getting paid, but the idea wasn’t the best one. He’d probably mock you even more for wasting your Friday afternoon tutoring in the name of your curriculum. Not that he knew the importance of that, anyways. 

“This is some bullshit.” Jungkook rested his head on his crossed arms, lying over the table, pushing away your pens and notebooks as he did so. His black hair fell over his features as he grouchily mumbled out, “I don’t even know why I chose this class, it has nothing to do with my major.”

You were surprised that he was even majoring in something, instead of just frequenting the campus as an excuse to meet girls. “Well, I can't answer that for you, can I?” You asked, tapping on his book’s hardcover. That little antibody drawing was staring at you in a silent mockery, wondering if you’d be able to make him study — or even care about anything. “But I can help you with the rest. Now, come on. Types of lymphocytes.”

His eyebrows came down to form a confused frown. Jungkook would’ve probably given you the same reaction if you had just called his mother all the filthy names you could think of. “You’re really trying to teach me?” He asked. “Like, for real?” 

You sighed. The time you taught your little cousin how to read was less frustrating than that. “It’s kind of my job as a tutor, you know.”

Jungkook rose from his position and leaned back against the chair, his arms crossing before his chest. Beneath them, his strong pecs stressed against the fabric of his white shirt, but you refused to look. “You know that you can just pretend to teach me, I can pretend to learn, and you’re gonna get your credits anyways, right?” He asked as if you were the stupidest person he had ever met. “You don’t need to actually put in the effort, princess. Especially since I don’t give any fucks about immunology.” 

If he called you that stupid pet name one more time, you swore you were going to knock him out. “Well, I’m already here, I’d rather do things right.”

He scoffed, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes. “God, you’re so booooring,” he groaned. “Don't you have some charity work to do or something?” 

“I’m doing it right now.” You smiled. “I can see that you’re really trying to fail this class, don’t get me wrong. But I’m just trying to do my job—“

“Boooooring,” he sang, louder than the librarian would ever allow if she was close enough to hear him. Jungkook looked back at you, his eyes narrowed. You couldn’t really tell if he was disgusted or just annoyed. “Why do you even care? It’s just some stupid class, it doesn’t even matter. I’ll tell the professor you taught me everything and we can both go home.” 

“I can’t do that,” you said, firm. 

“Why not?” 

“First of all, because that’s wrong,” you told him. Just as you were about to say that, also, his unavoidable horrible grades would make clear that he hadn’t learned shit (which would make you look like a clown instead of a tutor), his laugh ruptured your sentence. 

“Oh, come on. You’re kidding me.” He smiled brightly — not a tender one, of course, but one full of perverse mockery. You had never met someone as condescending as Jungkook, and he was managing to push every single button inside you. “That’s wrong? What are you, six?” 

You frowned. “You’re the child here, just trying to find a easy way out instead of putting in the eff—“ 

“What are your dreams, princess?” He interrupted again, leaning his head to the side. You really, really, really hated him. “Wait, no, let me guess. A family, a suburban house, and a dog? A nine to five? Something like that? Having your husband cheat with the babysitter before you’re forty?”

Some part of you knew that he was just trying to make you so angry that you would give up on tutoring him. Jungkook didn’t know that you wouldn’t throw away your obligations so quickly, but he was able to make you mad enough to get an answer. “What are yours?” you spat, kindness long forgotten. “Remaining unemployed, talentless, mentally trapped in your twenties, and fucking desperate milfs for money until you die from an early overdose?” 

If your priest had heard you talk like that, he would most surely faint. 

Jungkook, however, didn’t seem so horrified. In fact, his disgusted smile quickly morphed into a diverted one, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Uh,” he mumbled. “Interesting.”

The shame from your previous outburst was starting to weigh down on you, but you managed to keep it undercover. “What?” 

“Didn’t know you had a mouth on you,” he said, clearly entertained. In a way, you were glad that he hadn’t taken your words to heart, because he could probably snap you in half if he was feeling like it. “You’re always so shy and shit. I thought you were going to cry.” 

“I’m not shy,” you spoke, defensive. You had gotten close to shedding a couple tears, but he didn’t need to know that. You hated confrontation. “I just don’t wanna talk to people like you unless I’m obligated to.” 

He raised his eyebrows — a silent threat. “People like me?”

There was a second of hesitation from your part that Jungkook didn’t miss. “Yes.” You couldn’t hold his piercing gaze. As much as Jungkook was annoying the shit out of you, you didn’t actually want to have a full-blown argument with him. Especially on university grounds. “People who can’t even tell me about lymphocytes. Now, are you done with your victimization session? Can we start, or do you wanna tell me more about how you’re burning college money and you are so superior because of it?” 

He chuckled and looked you up and down — actually looked at you. Weirdly enough, it felt like the first time that Jungkook was actually seeing you, and not the empty shell of a stereotype that he had built for you in his peanut-sized brain. “You’re really trying here, aren’t you?” He asked. 

You didn’t know if he was talking about the tutoring session anymore, but you decided not to bite. “Is that a sin now?” And, before he could say anything else, you added, “Page 124. Come on. Unlike you, I don’t have all day to sit around doing nothing.” 

He smirked. “You’re more fun than you look, princess.” 

And, for the first time, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t predictable — he actually opened the book on the page you told him to. 

~

One hour later, he was already dozing off, a small puddle of saliva accumulating on top of his chaotic notes. Still, you counted that as a victory. 

~

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