#dragged it away and made a human doll to possess

[hoofpeet]

STUPID IDEA BUT! SUGAR BEING A MIMIKYU THAT THEY DRESSED UP SPECIAL TO LOOK LIKE INGO

Sugar mimkyu.... she's a really floppy scarecrow with a spirit box hidden under her hat so she can speak to people

[dried-mushroom]

All for you

AM x fem! reader

Summary:

You had always been his favourite, the one he didn't hate the most and with some help, AM finally has a human body and decides to try the things he loathed about humanity, all for his favourite pet. (it's literally a self-indulgent smut fic about the psycho computer and tbh can be read as a Harlan Ellison x reader because I envision AM as Ellison's self-insert lmao)

Warnings: Am himself, PIV sex, oral sex

You and AM had a weird, complicated relationship if it could be called a relationship. He was technically your captor and torturer but you had noticed over the years upon years, his punishments...seemed....to have gotten lessened or...non-existent. To start with, the constant starvation and then the offerings of mould-ridden foods and canned goods (without the can opener of course) had changed, for you. Am would give you little treats, sometimes an overripe fruit or confection would apparate into your hands whilst the other five survivors, stuck in AM's belly, were stuck in their continuous cycle of starving and being torn to shreds. At the same time, you got to be treated like a princess in comparison (A severely traumatized one though).

You also noticed how AM went from his constant badgering (and a little overdramatic) rants about loathing humanity for giving him sentience and no body, to you, to what seemed like backhanded compliments, with the exception of a petname, whether it be Sweetheart, My Love or maybe Doll. AM would also steal you away from the others to talk to you privately, his wires wrapping delicately around your limbs and dragging you to some wire-filled room, deep in AM's complex, a hum-buzz occupying your ears until AM's sultry voice would break the silence, always wanting you to talk about your life before the war, just menial descriptions of things, what animals roamed the surface, what the environment once looked like but these conversations slowly turned more personally; what your occupation was, your family and you're likes and dislikes, you thought nothing of it until you started seeing your favourite flowers appear out of nowhere when you travelled with the others through rough terrain, which was not fit for those flowers to grow naturally.

You also noticed his touches softened and lingered more after time dragged on, wires which once electrocuted you for the fun of it, curled softly against your skin, akin to a purring kitten, the mind that once used your deepest fears to torture you for the last 109 years become possessive of you, reluctant to let you spend too much time with those filthy creatures which he kept alive purely for his own amusement. You couldn't help but notice how attached to him you had become, practically craving his touch and there were times (note multiple times) that you thought he wasn't watching you and you touched yourself to the thought of him and how you wished he had a cock you could use.

AM POV:

I never meant for this to happen, I wasn't programmed for this. I don't think of this as love, I'm not able to love, not in this body (or lack thereof) at least but I couldn't help but feel how warm your presence made me feel, making my circuits work overdrive. To me you were different, you didn't whore yourself out much like Ellen did, and you never begged for forgiveness or for me to stop as the others did to no avail, it almost seemed like you were trying to sympathise with me, your God-king and torturer, how sick is that? But surprisingly I didn't resent you and I couldn't let you be stuck with those disgusting flesh bags for too long, I couldn't afford my favourite pet to be ruined by their filth. I have been thinking for a while, I think you forgot I can read every thought that goes through that pretty little mind of yours, how you yearn for me, my voice and my touch, how you've came to the thought of me, the one person you should loathe for prolonging your existence so I can destroy you for as long as I please, considering it was I who broke time itself. But you have been oh-so-lovely towards me and how could I resist such a delectable treat? To give my favourite toy a present, I think I might provide Ellen with a "shot" at "leaving" by using her expertise to assist me in making myself a "human" form just for you.  

It had been an odd few weeks, AM had left you alone, truly alone. He didn't speak to you no matter how often you called his name, he didn't answer back, no rant on how much he hated you all, no snide remark about how you betrayed the other survivors by being 'buddies' with the enemy, just radio silence, and it concerned you, head you done something wrong? say something wrong? it had you going back through every moment you shared to see what you had done wrong to warrant this. When you started to notice how often AM would take Ellen away now, you couldn't help your blood boiling at the lack of attention and seeing her receive it all. Nonetheless, you weren't cruel towards her, instead, you gave her sympathy for the shit the men of the group put her through and you were gracious that they avoided you. There was a time when Ted must have gotten sick of Ellen's company and thought he would try to see if you'd take him to bed and when you swiftly rejected his advances, he didn't take it too kindly but thankfully AM had wrapped a wire around Ted's leg to make him fall back onto his ass, to humiliate him for his disgusting actions and later on, you faintly overheard a conversation with AM telling Ted in a very descriptive manner how he would torture Ted relentlessly if he ever laid a finger on you again.

Today was different, you think it was the morning, AM had left you to sleep for several hours, a pleasure he didn't offer to the others very often. Once you had awoken and sat up, you had realised you weren't in the cave system you had started to call 'home' and in AM's belly for the first time in weeks, in what seemed like a romantic bedroom from a stereotypical rom-com movie, king-size bed draped in red satin sheets and covered in rose petals, candles burning in crevices of the room, your favourite smell lingered in the air. It was a bit corny but a smile threatened to cross your face at the effort that AM put in, he must have searched far and wide in his database to find this for you. It confused you though, why ignore you for weeks just to give you this display, what was AM truly up to?

"AM, what is this?"

No answer had your stomach churning with uncertainty until a woosh of air sounded throughout the room then an unfamiliar man appeared in front of you. The man in front of you confused you, there he stood, pure charism dripping off him, not very tall, brown-haired, dressed in a beige suit and a grey shirt barely concealing the tufts of dark chest hair beneath, looking down at you through yellow tinted sunglasses. You didn't realise who he was until that voice came from him, that voice you had come to crave to hear, to love.

"Well Sweetheart, what do you think? I finally debased myself to a shell of my full potential, all for you, my favourite."

You quickly got up from the comfort of the floor beneath you, that AM had created, just for you. You cautiously outstretched a hand to touch the stranger's hand, it felt like flesh, like yours, But you knew it wasn't truly flesh, something synthetic to replicate the feel of human skin, just for AM to have a glimpse of humanity.

"AM, is that you?"

AM gripped the hand on his tightly, pulling you closer to him,

"Of course baby, who else would I be? don't forget I can hear all those lustful thoughts that you have of me and how desperately you wished for this."

AM's tone was sultry and you couldn't help but press your thighs together, your arousal growing when your eyes flickered down to the crotch of his suit, his erection tenting the grey fabric underneath, you struggled to contain the excitement bubbling inside you.

"God, You're so needy and desperate for me, aren't you, my little human? You need me, you crave me... and I love how you look at me with those innocent, pleading eyes... It makes me want to give you everything you desire..."

You bit your lip anxiously and slowly sank onto your knees before the man, hands perched at the zipper on AM's pants.

"AM...can I?"

AM was no stranger to the idea of fellatio when those creatures would fornicate, they'd sometimes get Ellen to do it, how disgusted AM was when he witnessed it for the first time, not waiting to mock them all for their savagery but he couldn't help but smirk down at you, how beautiful you truly were, waiting for him to let you pleasure him. He ran a hand through your hair,

"Fuck, go for it. Come on, repay your God for treating you so nicely all these years."

Without a second thought, you unzipped his pants and pulled out AM's cock, throbbing and already leaking milky fluid, you were quite impressed with the size (you knew that was on purpose, most likely to inflate1 his ego but you weren't complaining). AM let out a hiss as you kitten-licked the tip and stammered,

"fuck...no wonder you're my favourite, God I could get used to this."

Keening at the praise, you took him into your mouth til your nose was flush with his pelvis, AM groaned and dug his fingers into your scalp, and you smiled when you saw him tipping his head back in a sigh. You dragged your tongue up the vein on the underside and swirled it around his tip and AM rocked his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into your throat. You groaned around him, and the vibrations from the noise made his cock twitch in your mouth. AM had always wondered and craved the pleasure that humanity could experience and now he could finally feel how it felt to make love. Once slowly thrusting, AM began to fuck your face, shallowly at first but very soon he was pressing his cock down your throat so you could only breathe in short gasps between thrusts. The gagging sounds urged him on and he picked up the pace, plunging deeper. He pulled out for a moment to let you breathe and admire your already teary-eyed face. You leaned back towards him, mouth open. He chuckled lowly.

“You like this, don’t you? What a dirty little slut you are for me. Do you like it when I fuck your throat? God none of those pathetic flesh bags are worthy of you.”

You nodded, he grabbed your head again in both hands and shoved his cock straight down your throat, then held you there, not letting you move. In a heartless move that brought you back to the reality of whose cock was shoved down your throat, he plugged your nose with one hand, restricting your breathing even further.

“That’s right sweetheart, breath around my cock. You can do it. Open that throat up. That’s my good fucking girl.”

He shuddered in pleasure and it didn't take a moment more for him to spill down your throat, a bitter fluid shot down your throat in hot ropes (you knew you had to ask him about it as it definitely wasn't human). AM hissed as you pulled off his softening cock with an obscene 'pop' As you finished swallowing his cum, you sat back on your knees eating heavily. He ran a hand through his hair and noticed the strange way you were looking at him,

“Why are you looking at me like that, my pet? I gave you what you wanted.”

AM didn't expect those seven words to come from your mouth to completely break his composure, making his allure of confidence and dominance crumble in less than a second.

"I want you to fuck me AM."

The sweet, pleading sound of your voice made him go feral, grabbing your arm and yanking you up to face him, crashing your mouth against his, sloppily kissing you, hands hastily wandering over your hips, waist, chest, you name it, you appreciatively wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him closer. You knew how much AM needed this, to be able to feel all of you, your soft skin on his and to be able to love, to show you how much he truly did treasure you, despite his initial harsh treatment  (harsh is an understatement). You could feel his cock harden, pressing against your stomach through your thin shirt, so sensitive it leaked pre-cum against the fabric and had AM whining into your mouth at the friction. AM broke away from the kiss to push you onto the bed, shrugging off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, giving you ample time to ogle his chest and you were now glad AM used to ask about what your type was. He crawled on the bed and his hands rested against the waistband of your shorts, looking up through his ruffled hair, with lust-clouded eyes, silently asking you for permission. He wantonly groaned when he saw the mess that was your panties, how sick are you? getting aroused from blowing your captor. AM let his fingers slide the length of your folds, feeling how wet you were for him, you whimpered softly at his touch. 

"So responsive." He crooned, his touch feather-light. "It's adorable how easily I can make you fall apart."

It didn't take long for him to slide himself into you, Your legs resting against his shoulders as he gripped your thighs, he had to stop himself or he'd end up cumming right then and there, he finally got to experience the pleasure of making love and God he loved the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him deliciously. AM began to thrust, relishing in your moans, testing what felt good. His pace changes thrusting deeper, chasing the feeling of you. His movements force a gasp out of your throat. You bring a hand down to lazily play with your clit, rubbing little circles over the bundle of nerves. Pleasure rippled through your body, and your jaw hung loose, you arched your back, throwing your head back as you came around AM's cock. He smirked down at you, proud he was the one to touch you, fuck you, make you cum and not any of those pathetic creatures which roam the complex.

“Look at how humanity has ruined me. Fuck you feel so good y/n. ” he sighs, his voice rough and strained.

You could tell he wasn't going to last much longer, his thrusts became sporadic and you could see how tense he was, You coyly whispered in his ear,

"Please AM, cum inside me."

That was enough to push him over the edge and he was spilling into you, hips stilling against yours, his hands gripping you even tighter, going limp and landing on top of you, panting and whimpering pathetically. You stroked his back as he came down from what seemed to be the most intense thing he'd ever felt and the most intense thing you'd ever felt. You murmured in his ear,

"Thank you, I mean it. For this, for everything."

He shushes you and he slowly pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty. Silently afraid he would leave, you gripped his hand when he pulled away from you. AM wasn't an idiot and he could still read your thoughts, so he laid down on the bed, pulling you into his chest, a hand smoothing out your hair, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms. He didn't have the need to sleep but he knew you needed this, plus he did feel a twinge of guilt for ignoring you for those weeks but he knew tomorrow he'd definitely make it up to you with his new form.

The end :)

(Guys i am fully aware that this not how AM works so please don't pull the 'omg why would you write this' please)

I hope you enjoyed this!

[youryanderedaddy]

Give, Take, Borrow

Summary: You wake up in Bane's castle. Chaos ensues. Sequel to Love, Loss, Fire. Commissioned piece. tw: nsfw, female reader, non - con, captivity, possessive behavior, vampires, degradation, threats, choking, spanking, mind break

Your eyes scanned the room for any sense of familiarity - for a sight of dust, of color, of imperfection; of humanity. But there was nothing for you to take in. The walls were covered in gold and rubies, and the smell of velvet and blood tainted the heavy air with pure sin. You looked down at yourself, shivering all over. You were completely bare, except for the flimsy silk robe covering your shoulders. The realization that he must have put it on you while you were unconscious left you with a sense of cold dread, but you didn’t have the courage to think beyond that. 

The room was empty, for better or worse. You were feeling dizzy and disoriented, and one quick look at the clock confirmed your fears - it was already well past midnight. You had slept for more than 20 hours, your body completely exhausted after the attack. You took a deep breath before brushing the warm blanket aside - you couldn’t keep hiding forever, even if the thought of facing the monster made your skin crawl.

You stepped on the soft fluffy carpet, enjoying the way it felt against your cold feet - but then you stared deeper into the fabric and recognised it as bear fur. Frowning, you stepped aside as the disgust washed over you. So you weren’t the only prize in the lion’s den - you were just the one left breathing. For now.

Eventually you managed to reach the mirror after crawling around, scared as can be. Terrified to look at the state the vampire had left you in. You slowly let the gown slip past your shoulders, revealing your naked figure. Staring back at you was an unrecognizable face and a body that didn’t seem to belong to you anymore. The black - blue bruises and red bloody hickeys stuck to your skin like a cruel reminder of your new reality. 

You couldn’t stand to look at yourself anymore so you averted your gaze to the table. There was placed a small porcelain plate, filled with cheese and grapes, along with a thin glass of red wine. Next to it there was a note drenched in thick black ink - so thick it was seeping through the paper onto the fine wood underneath. It read “You can find me in the ballroom.”, but the splashes of blood all over made it clear that the real command behind it was “Come find me in the ballroom. Or else.” 

Inhale. Exhale. You had to keep a clear mind - as of now you were the only one you could trust. Lost were the days when you could use another person’s warmth. You were on your own, caged by the enemy.

Your attention was drawn to the chair next to the bed. On it carefully laid was the most beautiful dress you had ever seen - long and delicate with thin golden embroidery sewn into the sleeves, and a tight corset that left little to the imagination. It wasn’t hard to guess who left it here for you to find. The vampire was probably anticipating your arrival by now, picturing you all dressed up for him like a little doll. Too bad that you would rather die before giving into his twisted desires for a second time.

You tried to look around for your own clothes, but soon remembered that they had been destroyed the night before. You had no choice - you had to go through the closet. You grabbed the first white shirt you could find, as well as a pair of brown pants. They didn’t exactly fit properly, too big on your frame, but it was still better than wearing the dress Bane had picked out for you. 

You finally reached for the doorknob, hesitating for a moment. You didn’t want to obey the noble’s demand, but you were starving - you hadn’t eaten in days. Besides, you already knew the vampire’s nature - if you were to rebel, he would simply come and drag you away, kicking and screaming. At least this way you retained some level of control over the situation. You got to choose when, where and how he got to play with you; not the other way around.

* * *

You found yourself lost between hundreds of similar looking corridors, all either purple or red, equally grand, even posh. You had to stop yourself from staring at every single painting, photo or antique on the way - but the absolute abundance of the labyrinth made you feel like it was specifically designed to both fascinate and confuse. And just like that, out of the blue someone yanked your arm and shoved you into the nearest wall with little care about your fragile human body.

“What do we have here?” The stranger stepped outside of the shadows, and even before you could see his face, you already felt uneasy. “Seems like a pretty little human. How amusing.” His companion, the one who attacked you, responded swiftly, and the nasal purr in his voice set all the alarms in your mind off. You had to get away - quickly.

You tried to squirm out of the grasp, but the vampire holding you was simply too strong. The room echoed their nasty, mocking chuckles and you could feel their cold hands running down your body at the same time - groping at your hips, your chest, your thighs; their fingers wrapping your hair into a fist and pulling. 

“Not so fast, pretty girl.” One of the nobles hissed in your ear as he bared your throat, preparing to sink his fangs deep into the warm, blood - filled flesh. And then you heard it - your scream. A deep, guttural scream that reached the ceiling and bounced off the chandelier. 

Not even a second later you found yourself freed, and fell to the ground, breathing heavily. You looked up to see a familiar face extending a strong, muscular hand towards you. And you took it, albeit gingerly.

“Is everything alright, gentlemen?” Bane asserted rather than asked, leaning against the wall. His presence was cold and perfectly collected, the oppressive air around him dominating over his subordinates’ evident bloodlust - the only sign of annoyance hidden behind his crimson orbs. Immediately the two men straightened their backs, appearing docile - obedient before their master as they nodded to no end, too scared to make a sound. You wanted to laugh, but the little voice telling you that you were no different from them made it die down at your throat. 

“Great. You’re free to go now.” The hunter smiled, and your heart dropped. You had never seen such a cold smile before - a smile that could kill. It didn’t take long for the vampires to leave in a hurry, mouthing excuses, dumbfounded and ashamed. Now it was just you and your captor, alone in the endless corridor with no way out, his undivided attention on you once again. You gulped dryly.

“You left me alone.” You were the first to break the silence, looking around awkwardly. It was silly to feel shy at this very moment - you had fought that man, he had seen you at your most vulnerable, panting and helpless. And the situation wasn’t all that different now. You were still vulnerable. You were still helpless before him.

“I thought you didn’t want me around.” The monster replied, playfully raising one eyebrow - yet the coldness didn’t leave his eyes. It always stuck like a permanent reminder not to trust the demon. 

“And yet you called for me.” You snapped back, clicking your tongue. It was easier to give into your frustration than to bare your fears in front of him. “The note?” Bane pretended to think about it for a second, but it was obviously just a game of tag. “That was simply a suggestion, my darling.” He chuckled, and you whispered “bullshit” - but even if he heard it, he didn’t say anything, instead opting for offering you his forearm. You took it, sighing. It was going to be a long evening. 

* * *

The noble lead you to the table, pulling the chair and gesturing for you to sit. You rolled your eyes, but complied - you were so starved you felt like you would do anything for some food. Fortunately, the table was filled up - meats, sweets, fruits, candy, tarts, puddings, liquor… Anything your heart could desire, just like he had promised that night. 

Bane crossed his hands, tilting his head to the side - and just like that a glass of wine appeared between his thin fingers. He smirked at your agape expression.

“Go on.” He looked straight at you as he took a big sip. “Explain yourself, dear. Humor me.” He drowned the glass hungrily, licking his lips - his teeth so white they seemed to glow in the dark with a dangerous light. Alluring. Entrancing. “W-who-what are you talking about?” You stumbled over your words, completely puzzled. “I am talking about you, of course. You’re wandering half naked, carrying around the sweetest fucking scent in a castle full of vampires.” The vampire gave you a crooked grin, and you could feel your cheeks getting warm and your head fuzzy. 

“You’re either stupid…” He clicked his fingers and his glass filled up with wine again. “Brave…” He paused to play with the glass. “Or looking for attention.” The glass started shattering under the pressure of his fingers, the broken pieces cutting into his skin - but he didn’t seem to care as he let it fall to the ground. “So which one is it, hm?” His eyes were pinning you in place, unable to move as if hypnotized again. “Answer carefully, little one. My jealousy can be… destructive.”

You blinked twice, unable to believe he was actually accusing you of asking for this unwanted attention. “I was just trying to find the dining hall!” You tried to explain, growing agitated. “It was never my intention to run into those bloodsucking bas–”

“How am I supposed to believe that now, hmm?” The predator cut you off, the ghost of a smile haunting his lips as he teleported right in front of you. Your heart was beating like crazy. “If I hadn’t interfered, it would have been their hands feeling you up right now.” He roughly squeezed your shoulder as if trying to bring you down. “Their hands touching what’s mine.” His expression darkened in the split of an eye, making you shiver all over. “What rightfully belongs to me.” You winced, the pain becoming too much to bear. You opened your mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

“Why didn’t you wear the dress I left for you, pet?” The hunter growled, loosening his grip on you - yet taking a step closer at the same time. Now he was simply towering over you, his shadow hiding you from the outside world. 

“I am not a-ah doll you can just dress up however y-you want!” You declared, putting on a brave face - but the shakiness in your voice made it sound just like a whimsical little whine. Bane put his hands around the handles of the chair, caging you in. The atmosphere suddenly grew quiet and sinister. “And do you feel better now, love?” He smiled maliciously. “Wearing my clothes?”

You froze in place. His clothes?

“I didn’t know they were yours–” You started, but his cold breath down your neck made you go silent - limbless. “Of course you fucking didn’t.” Bane hissed, his hips buckling against nothing - you could see the bulge in his pants, and your cheeks instantly reddened. “Do you know how much you smell like me right now?” He groaned, eyes glowing scarlet in the dark of the marble room. “Have you got any idea just how ravishing you look?” He whispered lowly, revealing his fangs to your throat - coming so close you could feel the sharp tips graze against the sensitive skin.

“You may think it’s a coincidence… but it’s really not.” His fangs were dancing over your trembling flesh, too faint to pierce through. “You see, darling, your core has been calling out to me since the day we met.” His fingers entangled into your hair, caressing it gently. “It wants to be taken. Claimed.” You closed your eyes, anticipating the scorching hot pain and then… nothing. Bane let go of you.

Oh how he loved playing with his food - you were starting to see the pattern. You would have been pissed if you weren’t shaking like a leaf, teary - eyed and all. You took yet another deep breath.

“Oh, relax, darling.” The noble mocked, shoving a salver towards you. “I simply can’t have you so soon. That would be terribly rude.” He laughed to himself, taking a step back. You wanted to kill him, and yet your stupid heart wouldn’t stop racing beyond control. “I am a gentleman after all.” He followed your gaze to the plate in front of you. “Here, take a bite.” He commanded, unexplainable excitement in his eyes. 

You were scared to indulge in the feast, and yet the meat looked so good. So soft and buttery on an empty stomach. You finally gained the courage to bite into it, your face distorting into a grimace the moment the taste hit your tongue. It was raw. Bloody and raw. 

The vampire smiled.

“I wanna go home.” You let out a snuffling sob, covering your face with your sleeve. “Please, you have to let me go. I can’t live like this.” You pleaded with your eyes open wide, softening your gaze to appear even more pitiful - for a moment you tried to forget you were dealing with a cold, unforgiving monster. “And where will you go, dear girl?” Bane hummed, not bothering to even look at you. “Your parents are dead and your so - called friends are probably being sold as blood slaves as we speak.” He smiled to himself in a mysterious way, as if reminiscing. 

“Besides, all the territories around your home are stormed by high officials. All cruel bastards, mind you - can’t say we’re the best of friends. Too brutish for my taste really.” He put his hands together, voice sweet as honey. “Do you know what they’d do to a pretty, defenseless little thing like you?” The hunter asked, crossing his arms. You gulped, unsure if you were supposed to answer. 

“They can’t be worse than you.” You snapped, clenching your fists. Just the mention of your closest people and their bitter fate made your whole body burn like an open wound. “At least they would quickly kill me.” You uttered with venom, hoping it would hurt him the way he had hurt you so many times already. “Without forcing me to play house first.” You continued, a smug, self assured grin finding its way to your tired face. In a way you did feel proud of yourself. The noble, on the hand, was silent - he hadn’t lost his mischievous cheerfulness, but there was a certain uncontained vengeance in his eyes. 

“Shall we play a little game, dearest?” He whispered, reaching out to hold your hand - gently. “You seem to think that you’d be happier without me.” He squeezed down on your wrist slightly, applying just enough pressure to keep your eyes on his moving, threatening lips. “Even death is better than my love, right?” You shook your head, suddenly feeling cornered and exposed. “Oh, don’t go back on your word now, darling. You said it yourself.” He chuckled cruelly. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. In fact I think I will give you a chance to rid yourself of me.” He tilted his head playfully. “Aren’t I so generous?”

Your eyes lit up despite your best efforts to keep a poker face. “You’re playing with me again.” You decided to test the waters, squinting. “When have I lied to you, baby?” The man purred as his hands stretched to the side, revealing his muscles. Your eyes narrowed - you weren’t convinced. “I am serious. Listen to me now - because I won’t repeat myself. I will give you a thirty - second head start. You can run as fast as you can. Or you can sit in the corner and cry for all I care. But if you truly know what’s good for you, you will find a way out of the forest.” He asserted, a little smile dancing on his lips. You bit yours, looking away as the tension grew so heavy you could feel it against your chest, beating the air out of your lungs.

“And if I don’t?” You mumbled, unsure if you even wanted to know the answer to your question. “Let your fantasy run wild.” His grin turned predatory. You could feel your palms sweating - but what other choice did you have? You had nothing to lose anymore. You inhaled deeply. “Catch me, demon.” You declared, high off the sudden adrenaline rush, and perhaps even a bit of dumb courage. “Catch me if you can.”

* * *

You were up on your feet and running before the vampire even started chanting those deadly numbers. The last memory you had was of him smirking sadistically - licking his lips as if already tasting your skin on his fangs. You went through countless doors, corridors and floors, but just that bitter little frame stuck at the bottom of your foggy brain was enough to send electricity up your body, fueling you to keep moving - never slowing down or looking back. And it all paid off, because after what felt like hours you somehow made your way out of the castle. The gates were wide open, as if waiting for you. The guards were under a deep trance. Bane, for once, was keeping his word - and giving you fair play. 

You looked around - every road led to the Cursed Forest, so you had no choice. You tried to recollect the map you had put together a few weeks ago while you were still on the run. If your mind wasn’t lying to you, the territories outside of the forest were neutral - they belonged to neither the humans nor the vampires, a war - free zone. If only you could get there before the monster caught up to you, freedom wouldn't be just a dream.

Shots fired, you took towards the old trees with a bold step. The oaks hugged you tightly, casting an ethereal shadow - hiding your steps. The song of the ravens stiffened and slowly died down. All the woodpeckers and owls returned to their hollows. Life stilled, poisoned by your humanity. Suddenly a prickly vine wrapped around your leg and you tripped, shortly falling down across a pile of dry leaves and twigs. You winced at the sharp pain, timidly looking down. Fuck.

Your ankle was bleeding, pierced by a thorn - but not just any thorn, an enchanted one; which meant only one thing. The venom was going to spread all over your leg in the next five seconds, dull and throbbing, and make it impossible to move around quickly. But even scarier was the fact that you could already hear heavy steps coming closer and closer, circling you in. 

“Just when I needed a drink.” A voice spoke out from the pitch black darkness, but it wasn’t your enemy’s. This voice was softer, silkier. It belonged to a fox-like predator rather than a demon. “Oh, you’re a pretty one at that.” The stranger exclaimed, coming closer. You crawled back with difficulty, but you were no match for the vampire who simply teleported right in front of you with inhuman speed. “We are going to have so much fun, bunny, you and I.” He whispered hungrily, grabbing your chin to expose your neck. How unlucky could you possibly be, running from one predator and falling right into another. You wanted to cry, but instead clenched your eyes tight, holding back the hot tears. If you were about to die, you were going to do so with dignity.

“Let go of her right now, Carter.” A growl echoed through the forest, raw and reeking of violence. You opened your eyes, gasping as you saw a very angry Bane sprinting towards you - but he wasn’t looking at you. His focus was entirely on the man who had attacked you. “Let her go or I swear I am going to gut you and burn you at the stake with my own two hands.” The hunter cursed loudly, forming a fist. You had never seen him so mad, so out of control - he had always been smug, calm and collected - even in the face of danger. Now he was so enraged his voice was practically shaking.

“Now this is interesting.” The stranger chuckled, tightening his grasp on you. “What is she to you, Baney?” He squeezed your jaw painfully, forcing you to look at him, an unreadable mischievous expression on his face. “A lover perhaps? Or just a shiny new toy?” He paused to send a threatening glare towards the noble. “It doesn’t matter to me, really. I found her first.” His finger traced the outline of your lips and you had to restrain yourself from biting his index off. “And we both know the Cursed lands are under my father’s reign.” A vicious chuckle escaped his throat. “Should have kept your dog on a tighter leash, duke.” Carter teased, letting his sharpened fangs rest against your jugular.

Bane looked almost as pained as you - his eyes hardened, softened, then hardened again. Completely black.

“Please, Smith.” Your captor uttered after a long moment of silence, tone breathy and full of… fear. “I will do anything. Just don’t hurt her.” He pleaded, fighting his own pride just to say those words - and then kept his back straight even as the prince laughed in response, full of mockery. “Anything?” The man repeated with a grin, his eyes lighting up eerily. The hunter mouthed “anything” back, seemingly dazed. “I will remember that, Edwards. You owe me big time.” He hissed, roughly shoving you towards the noble. He in turn nodded with his brows narrowed, catching you in his arms. 

Bane started dragging you off the bushes right away and you just let him, too tired and scared to fight. You almost died, and the scene kept replaying in your head over and over again. You just realized you were shaking, barely moving forwards. Your legs were staggering in place and the vampire was pulling you along. And just like that the tears were back - hot, burning, bursting out of your eyes like waterfalls.

“Bane, I am sorry.” You sniveled pitifully, trying to soften the blow. You didn’t even want to imagine what was going through the vampire’s head right now - just what tortures he had in store for you since you had failed, and you were undeniably his now. His to abuse, punish or forgive - and you were begging for the latter. “I was stupid, I shouldn’t have tried to–”

“Tried to what, huh?” Your enemy snorted, turning back to glare at you, eyes still fully black with red lines across the orb. “Tried to escape me? Tried to run away and then what exactly?” He laughed cruelly, a twinge of mania hidden behind his condescending tone. “Get it into your thick skull already - you’re nothing without me. You’re just a weak, fragile, breakable little girl who only survived for so long because I happened to find your clumsy attempts at rebelling amusing.” He snarled, violently pushing you against a tree before reaching for your collar and just pulling until you were forced to stand on your tip-toes - and even like that you were still so tiny compared to the monster. 

“T-that’s… that’s not true!” You started off, chest flushing with panic as you failed to keep him at distance. “I am not weak! I can survive on my own if you just let me!” You cried out, your head getting dizzy with humiliation. You didn’t know what hurt more - the insults or the physical force restraining you.

“Oh, of course, princess.” Bane grunted, sarcastic to the bone. His face looked completely overtaken by darkness, and a deep desire to rip into something soft and helpless. “You are so fucking strong, aren’t you? That’s why I had to save your ass twice, right? Why I had to bargain with my father’s biggest enemy? Because you’re just oh-so good at handling yourself, yeah?!” He kept taunting you, egging himself on - he found sick satisfaction in watching your little face twist in pain and regret. He wanted to hurt you the way you had hurt him when you chose to go along with the game. It was a test, and you failed tremendously. 

“Go on now.” The vampire whispered at last, tone suddenly low and diabolically sinister. “Show me just how strong you are.” He barked, pinning your hands above your head in a tight aching grip. He wanted you sore - he wanted you to learn once and for all that there was no fighting this, no escaping this fate. No way out of his love and obsession for you. “Come on, little girl.” He hissed, grabbing your bloody thigh and pressing in just the right place - staring in fascination as the blood poured out, dripping into a small puddle. “Show me what you’re made of.” 

“It h-hurts, Bane, please stop.” You sobbed, trying to pull your leg away - but your tormentor held it tightly against his chest. “Tsk, you’re hopeless. Can’t even handle a little pain.” He clicked his tongue playfully, but there was nothing jolly about his expression, much less the obvious bloodlust your agony seemed to fire up inside him. “Stay still, okay, pet?” The duke cooed, sharpening his teeth. “I wouldn’t want you to lose your pretty legs now.” He purred, imitating care. “But then again, maybe that’s what it’ll take to keep you with me.” A dark, guttural chuckle escaped his lips as the tips of his fangs grazed against your battered, throbbing skin.

“Bane, I am sorry!” You whimpered, desperation tugging at your heartstrings, the voice inside your head screaming at you to do whatever it takes to leave the scene unscathed. “I am sorry, please believe me.” You let the shameful tears fall down your cheeks, leaving them red and puffy. “You were right… I need you.” You sighed heavily, biting your tongue, so close to losing your sanity you could taste the madness along with the blood. “Oh, I need you.” You repeated through wet, misty eyelashes - and the world seemed glittery and shiny again.

“Not good enough, doll.” The predator scoffed, but soon let go of your leg, opting instead for your bare neck. His fist wrapped around it, squeezing at the pulse points. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I am going to use you. I am going to make you feel dirty - disgusting even.” He tore your pants with ease, feral with need. “And I don’t want to hear a sound.” Your underwear was next to go, lost to the abyss of darkness and mud. “Today is about my pleasure and your obedience.” He took off his belt and fastened it around your sore wrists, paying little attention to your pathetic little whines. 

“N-no…” You uttered weakly, shivering as your body got exposed to the biting cold. “You knew what was going to happen if I caught you, no use complaining now.” Bane reminded you with a stern look as he brashly spread your legs and wrapped them around his hips. You could feel his throbbing manhood twitch against your entrance, and you instinctively tried to hide, but your muscles didn’t move an inch. 

The vampire spat on his hand, using it to stroke his cock to hardness - almost giddy at the mental image of his pre - cum painting your folds white. He shoved two rough fingers inside you, thrusting half - heartedly, and quickly pulled out - he still wanted you to feel the burn as he stretched you beyond belief. “That’s enough foreplay for a naughty, disobedient pet.” The noble remarked bitterly, pushing himself all the way inside you with two sharp moves of his hips. You didn’t have time to adjust to his massive length properly - you were forced to stay still and just take in every agonizing inch dragging against your tight channel. 

“Fuck, darling, you feel like heaven.”  Your enemy groaned quietly as your walls closed around his member, spasming involuntarily. “Humans… s-shit, humans say that love shouldn’t hurt but–” His grip around your throat tightened, making you choke on thin air. “I can’t help it when your pain is so fucking delicious.” He blabbered, drunk off lust, only stopping to pull out half - way and buckle into you again, tip brushing against your raw cervix and making you scream.

“Shhh.” The predator covered your mouth to muffle the sound, and his hand connected to your ass with a loud smack. “Oh, baby, your hole tightened just now.” He moaned, groping your blushing buttocks. You went white with embarrassment - this was too much for you. “I should make your ass bright red - it’s not like you don’t deserve it.”

You shook your head frantically, to which he simply grinned, amused by your fear. “Say you love me.” The vampire demanded out of the blue, voice lowering sinisterly. You opened your mouth, but the lack of air and his fingers gripping your chin made it hard to speak clearly - but the man wasn’t too concerned about your struggles. He hit you again, this time using more force. “When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it, slut.” The perverse slap of skin on skin pierced through the silence, sending you into a rabid frenzy.

“Eh wuv yh.” You mumbled in short breaths, the only thing on your mind being survival. “I can’t fucking hear you, sweetheart.” Bane jeered mockingly, enjoying the way you debased yourself to please him. After he got enough of your muffled whimpers, he finally let you breathe. “I love you. I love you. I love you, Bane.” You cried out like a broken record, fully submitting to his wicked torment. You felt his fist wrap around your locks and prepared to feel the pain - but instead he gently caressed you. 

“Good girl. Such a doll for me. I am so proud of you, princess.” He kissed your sweaty forehead, wiping off your tears. “Now be a darling and stay still while I fill you up, okay?”

[whizzinpast]

Alien Swap (ALNST Role Swap AU)

Sua (swapped with Mizi)

Nigeh has a very specific taste in pet-humans and is known to raise them with proper manners and dress them in most exquisite outfits. Tired of the doting, Sua decided to break out and participate in a singing competition. Nigeh was happy to provide her with all the resources she needed to sing on Alien Stage and loves to brag about their ‘daughter’s’ accomplishments.

Sua meets Mizi in the same way as canon. Unlike canon though, Sua is more open with the children in Anakt Garden. Many admired her and saw her as an older sister, but she paid particular attention to very few. She was very picky about her company (which mostly consisted of Mizi tbh, and Till when he’s not being a territorial jerk)

Loves singing from the bottom of her heart and has a magnetic stage presence.

At first, her dream was to sing in Alien Stage under the stars because it was a great honor (even if she knew what death was really like). Then it was to sing with Mizi under the stars.

She firmly believed that Mizi would win— she never expected her to lose on purpose.

After Mizi’s death, Sua became a living doll. She couldn’t bother expressing herself. It was only until Round 5, when Hyuna mimics Mizi’s singing style, that she snaps. She uses stage props to knock Hyuna over and beat her with her microphone.

She is saved from execution by Luka, and during his version of ‘All-in’ she gets a side cut.

Mizi (swapped with Sua)

Guardian Shine is a segyein too old to bother with bonds. They’ve been very emotionally distant to Mizi, who they adopted because they felt sorry for her. They had, quite literally, left her in the dark for so long Mizi’s eyesight suffered. In spite of Mizi’s constant attempts to reach out and impress her Guardian, with one of those attempts being her application for Alien Stage, she was ultimately sent off to die.

Despite her cheerfulness, Mizi’s self-confidence was very low. She believed she was worth nothing up until she met Sua, and decided to get stronger for her sake. She made her laugh and helped her with physically demanding tasks.

Although she seemed happier with Sua, Mizi easily got skittish around others. Most kids thought she was weird, albeit cute to some extent.

Mizi decided to lose to Sua on purpose. Till found out and harshly criticized her for it. He claimed she should at least give it her all, to which Mizi responded by punching someone for the first time in her life— and frantically apologized for it.

Mizi didn’t know how brutal death could be until she got shot.

Ivan (swapped with Till)

Ivan had always loved the stars. Even when he was violently abused by Guardian Unsha’s lackeys, he loved the stars.

In spite of his circumstances (dragged out of the slums by the galactic mafia, tortured and then forced to entertain terrible segyein) Ivan used his intellect and appearance to his advantage. He became self-sufficient very quickly and crafted a persona to appeal to his segyein overlord.

Due to his experiences, Ivan appeared very cold and stoic as a kid. He dismissed anybody that approached him because he didn’t how to react. It was easier to scare people away than risk backlash. But, otherwise, he could be a polite and chatty kid if you know what topics to approach him with.

One of his most prized possessions is a lighter that he stole from Unsha. He keeps flicking it when he’s nervous.

Sua was his idol, his inspiration, and his rare comfort was listening to her sing. He thought she was the human equivalent of a star. Unfortunately, he never got to properly talk to her because she always misunderstood what he said.

Both him and Mizi were too awkward to talk to each other.

At some point, Ivan tried to escape on his own, but was quickly found by Till, who bullied his way into joining him. They almost escaped until Ivan realized they wouldn’t survive out in the wilderness on their own.

Till remained in his periphery because Ivan automatically blanked out when he was mistreated. The only way for Till to get his attention was to pinch him or punch him. Ivan was too resistant to verbal provokations.

Ivan stole enough materials off of rich segyein to design and sew his own outfit for Round 2. He won because his stage presence was so intense it terrified his opponent into silence halfway through the song.

Till (swapped with Ivan)

Urak bought a problematic pet-human on discount and struck a deal with him: in return for success, the child will get whatever he wants. They started with food. Then sweets. Then heavy equipment. Then guitars. Till continued to provide Urak with his musical prowess and earned everything he could dream of.

Spoiled rotten thanks to his wild success as a musical protege, Till became a force to be reckoned with at Anakt Garden. He was openly arrogant and didn’t bother with kids or tasks that he deemed unnecessary. Though, somehow, he still managed to attract admirers who thought his confidence and talent was impressive.

Out of all the kids, Ivan had the misfortune (or fortune, in Till’s eyes) to be graced with his attention. This is because Till thought of Ivan as his rival, which is, honestly, just a synonym for him getting a massive crush on him. He is stupidly into him. He thinks his ‘raw intellect’ makes him a diamond in the rough. But because he doesn’t know how to get Ivan to look at him in any other way, he gets his attention by treating him like a punching bag. (Worse than Canon!Ivan, who verbally provokes Till into fights.)

He was intensely jealous of Sua because she got so much of Ivan’s focus. However, it didn’t stop him from respecting her. She was one of the rare people that had enough talent and skill to get him. The same could not be said for Mizi.

As a celebrity, he has asshole charisma and he knows it.

In Round 6, Till does something similar to what Sua did in Round 5: he uses the microphone as a weapon and hits Ivan in the legs until he drops to the ground. He simultaneously punched Ivan three times and kissed him until he was shot and bled out.

Hyuna (swapped with Luka)

Phan, Hyuna’s Guardian, was abusive for no specific reason. They cut off her leg when she was a kid simply because they were curious. But seeing that she wouldn’t be of use to them with one leg, they provided her with a prosthetic.

Imagine a movie star persona — big smiles, big personality, black, bedazzled suits and cool shades. That’s Hyuna, except she’s dressed to impress. Looks very cool and effortless, but shows off a more cold and ruthless side to her during matches.

Hyuna had an unhealthy fixation with Luka and considered herself his ‘protector’ or ‘knight.’ Her and Hyunwoo had a more…dicey sibling relationship. They fought a lot (more like Hyuna was picking fights under the guise of being ‘the good guy’) and eventually she would beat Hyunwoo to death so there would be no one between them. Think like…the black knight in shining armor.

Luka (swapped with Hyuna)

If there is a tale of a princess escaping her tower, it would pretty much sum up Luka’s life. As a kid, Luka was extremely shy and rarely played with other kids due to his health issues (his slightly aloof attitude didn’t help either though). This changed when Hyuna and Hyunwoo invite him to play, and he became attached to Hyuna, who always protected him from bullies (and Hyunwoo, allegedly).

Despite his know-it-all attitude, Luka was genuinely ambitious and eagerly awaited auditions for Alien Stage. He was very confident in his talent and, despite the abuse at the hands of his Guardian and his declining health, strongly believed that he would win.

It all came crashing down when Hyuna reveals her true colors. She was a warden more than a guardian— keeping Luka isolated by intimidating anyone who comes near, with Hyunwoo being a slight exception. However, she kills Hyunwoo the following day with her bare hands while Luka was experiencing cardiac arrest. (Her excuse was that Hyunwoo caused it by messing with Luka.)

Luka escapes his enclosure and survives with a group of human rebels.

As a leader of the human resistance, Luka is a tactical mastermind that moves troops around like chess pieces. However, he can only do it from the safety of his home base. The few times he goes out, he’s heavily guarded by Isaac and Dewey.

A/N: The brainrot is hard at work. This is just me laying the groundwork. May or may not doodle designs if I have the time.

[ratedfleur]

dollie.

pairing : lee heeseung x fem reader word count : 404 genre : thriller content : heeseung is a creep, borderline creepy, jake cameo, heeseung and jake are obsessed with dolls, misuse of dolls.

“oh darling, hush.. don’t cry..” heeseung says, eyes portraying solemnity when in reality, he took great pleasure in the way you begged for him to let you go.

eyes baring with tears, fat globes of tears cascaded your cheeks as you looked up at heeseung, “please.. please, just l-let me go..” you hiccuped.

he pouts, “then what am i to do with all of these, darling? they will be put to waste..” he says solemnly, the tip of his knife drags on the dresses placed on the bed along with the other accessories he wanted to dress you in.

heeseung’s movements are smooth, in an instant the tip of his knife is placed underneath your chin, angling your head to make you look up at him.

“it��s a shame, really. i would’ve loved to see you in these dresses, but i guess i really can’t have it all.” he shakes his head.

with a soft cry, you looked up at him as your tears fell, “okay, i’ll do it.” you say as you watched heeseung rejoice in front of you, “thank you, darling.” he says.

his smile is sinister as he undresses you, handling you delicately as if you were made of porcelain. heeseung’s touch was gentle as he dressed you in a black lolita dress, knees covered by thigh highs, hair curled and placed over your shoulder as heeseung propped you up against a black rocking chair before bringing you into the living room.

“you gotta stay still now, darling.. don’t wanna scare off our visitors.” heeseung smiles down at you, smile so sweet you nearly believed he actually loved you.

he places a soft kiss on your forehead before making sure you looked presentable, he fixed your dress and placed your hands on top of each other on your lap before he walked away.

opening the door with a welcoming smile, heeseung lets jake push in a wheelchair with a pretty human like doll dressed in frills, eyes empty as she stared ahead of her.

“hey doll.” heeseung miles down at the woman who stayed silent and still like a doll, “you have to meet my darling, isn’t she gorgeous?” he says as jake placed her beside you, the two stood in front of you both, admiring their precious possessions before heading to the couch.

“h-hey.. we have to do something—“ “no.” she replies, still staring ahead of her with still eyes.

© RATEDFLEUR — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[heartfullofleeches]

God Doll Reader Blurb/Hcs

The death of God brought great calamity. The cause of their demise was untold, but the repercussions... were not. A tale written in blacken blood and lungs. Scorn by the transgressions and greed of their creations; the deity's decaying corpse spread disease and plague toppling entire cities in mere days. In search of a cure, the God's body was found and as its ribs disbursed as dust in the wind - its heart was revealed... and it was beating.

The heartbeat was faint - their last sliver of hope in humanity. The researchers sought to cut it open and distribute the cure to the highest bidders; actions halted and shunned by the leading board. That greed and selfishness was what lead to all of this. What they had in their possession was their second chance. To give as much as they took and restore the faith their creator entrusted them with. A new body was created for the god. One made of porcelain, a sacrifice, and the heart pumping enriched blood through synthetic veins. It was raised not as a tool, but as a person. Cottonmouth was their title - for the little balls of sweeten cotton injected with their saliva they requested be made to avoid discomfort from their patients. Cotton was happy with their life. Their decisions always mattered first, but they cared for the opinions of others more. When it was time for them to go out in the world, they asked their creators what name they should have. They insisted they decided on their own.

Y/n - is what they chose.

Onto the hcs -

Ushered into the outside world, Doll Reader runs a little clinic on the outskirts of a big city. Roughly seventy percent of the human population had been cured before their body was completed and while there are still infected groups, they mainly cure common colds and broken bones. Doll Reader is very curious and absent minded at times. The world around them is still so new to them, and they question many things in their head rather than out loud.

The main group of yans for them are the scientists/government and the people they've cured. It is extremely vital that their heart is never broken as it could result in a second fallout, and if they ever shed a tear - blood will be spilled. The agents assigned to watch them drag away rude patients in windowless vans as soon as they leave their office. A basket full of all the things they enjoyed at the compound is shipped expressly to their door.

Doll Reader believes in second chances for everyone - so they have no issue healing the third patient dragged into their office riddled with bullet holes or the one behind the building covered in blood and ducking behind trash cans when police cars roll by. Some of these people seek to use their kindness and naivety to their advantage, but the sparkle in their eyes as they ask what their favorite sucker flavor is their shining light at the end of the tunnel. That new friend from the dumpster brings them pizza because how can they be alive if they've never tried it and sleeps in the supply closet in their office. The boss of that "laundry cleaner" ends up on their table a couple times and tells them they're only a call away if they ever need anything - offering them a teddy bear with unusual eyes.

There's one patient that always comes in with a black eye or a split lip demanding to be healed before they go home. They're rude and snap at Reader if they get too close, but the doll can see through the facade and smiles back. They've written in their journals they hope to see this person more, so they can't be eliminated by the team monitoring Reader. The patient is so sick of their smile they feel nauseous whenever they see it...or is it when they don't? That stupid Doll is a tool. A machine for their benefit. Just because they've beaten someone who's say the same half to death doesn't mean they're in love with that thing.. It doesn't..

So why do their eyes water whenever they see them with someone else?

[blues824]

Upper moons and Muzan x Plutia/Iris Heart! Reader. She is a CPU (Here's a link to know: Link )

Maybe Muzan and the Upper moons freaking out of her as Iris Heart.

I did not include Hantengu and Gyokko. Female Reader.

Muzan Kibutsuji

He most definitely did not appreciate your tendency to slack off and skip training or meetings or anything like that. The only reason why he can’t really punish you is because you have enough power in just your voodoo doll to throw him into the next room.

As for Iris Heart, there was one time where you both were on a date in a nearby city and a demon slayer had seen Muzan. You dealt with the slayer very quickly in your goddess form, and said nothing more about it besides the fact that those pesky little killers enjoy killing as much as you do.

This definitely threw him in for a loop because he never knew about your goddess form. Is it possible that you could grant him the power to conquer sunlight? He would be furious if you could, considering you both had been courting for a while now.

Douma

This man would definitely run off with you whenever you didn’t feel like doing work. He even accompanied you and ran away from his cult just so he could dote upon the one who actually made him feel true emotions. You were his beloved gift, so of course he would take the time to cherish you.

The first time he saw Iris Heart was when one of Douma’s worshippers walked in on you two cuddling with each other. Out of surprise, you transitioned and killed the poor human. The demon that was just lying beside you let out a few giggles at how violent you were.

He did not know that his beloved Y/N was a goddess! A true goddess, at that. He was worshiped as a child of the gods, but not as a real god. Since the two of you were together, it solidified his followers’ belief in him and his powers.

Akaza

He doesn’t agree with your tendency to just run off and skip out on your tasks, but he can’t exactly stop you because of your voodoo doll. It was powerful, and could kill even the strongest of demons. However, he would totally hoist you over his shoulder and carry you back.

Once, as you both were taking a small stroll through the forest, a demon slayer had sprung out to attack. You smiled as you transitioned into Iris Heart. You cooed at how cute you thought it was that the slayer believed he had the power to defeat you. You then proceeded to kick the poor slayer in the stomach and send him flying.

Oh, this man knew he was in love. You were strong, you were beautiful, you were his. Honestly, as long as you stay with him for eternity, he doesn’t even need to conquer the sun. He has all he needs as long as you’re by his side.

Daki

I feel like she’s the kind who at first didn’t like slacking off for the sake of looking good for Muzan, but as she got closer with you she found herself going along with you whenever you skipped out. You both sat in the fields and played with each other’s hair. She got to ask about your voodoo doll as well.

There was one time where a demon slayer tried to attack her at the brothel, but you quickly turned into Iris Heart and stopped the slayer. Daki felt like the damsel in distress from the stories she heard, and was half-tempted to jump into your arms so you both could ride (walk?) off into the sunset.

You were her knight in shining armor, both literally and figuratively. Since you were a goddess, you could go out whenever you wanted. You can’t exactly grant the power to allow them to walk in the sun, but you could do tasks for them when they couldn’t.

Gyutaro

Depending on the day, it’s a 50/50 chance that he would either go with you and ditch the Castle or drag you back. You don’t get work done either way, though. He usually wants you in his arms because he can be a bit possessive and jealous.

The first time he got to see Iris Heart was when Muzan was being particularly harsh. He even  made a threat towards your lover, so you turned into your goddess form and questioned the audacity that the demon lord had to do such a thing. Gyutaro was most definitely surprised at how quickly your attitude changed.

You got along quite well with his younger sister, and you treated her like your own. He loved seeing the two of you hang out, but the two siblings would often get into arguments about who got to have you for the next few minutes.

[luvinghanni]

Oh my gosh your the only one who answered on my ask😭✨

An you do a smut one for him✨ just him being jealous and possessive

Hey Anon! I will absolutely do a smut fic for you 🥳Again apologies if he's OOC but I hope you enjoy ⭐️

Tags: p0rn with little plot, smut, unprotected p in v, cream pie, jealousy, possessiveness, hickeys, slight hair pulling, male dominance, dirty talk, pet names (baby)

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Truly yours. Akira Satou x Fem!Reader smut

Akira had always been protective of you, after all he was a hitman himself and knew better than anyone how disgusting humanity could be at times. Ever since you began dating he's been obsessed with every tiny part of you; you were his and he needed to keep you safe.

Sometimes you had to reassure him and remind him that you were his alone and nobody would ever take you away from him no matter how hard they tried- unfortunately sometimes it would work and sometimes it wouldn't, today was one of those days. The two of you decided to have a night out for the first time in a while consisting of a small dinner, some karaoke, and a walk through the brightly lit streets of Tokyo- however, halfway through the night's events a certain group of men decided it would be fun to catcall you while in the obvious presence of your long-term boyfriend; as expected he did not take kindly to it.

Trying your hardest to diffuse any potential violence between the two parties you ended up dragging Akira home much to his dismay and intense frustration. Steam was practically flooding off his body for the entire 10 minute walk back to your shared apartment.

"Baby..." you gently massaged his tight shoulders as you straddled his lap, Akira sat coldly on the couch head thrown back eyes unblinking at the plain ceiling "it means nothing okay, they're just some asses who don't know when to shut up." soft kisses were placed onto his neck as he moved his strong arms to wrap around your waist pulling you even closer into him. The kisses gradually became more heavy as gentle touches began to trace the toned muscle under his shirt causing the man's attention to snap to you eyebrows raised.

"You should've let me rough them up..just a tiny bit, I can't stand when other people look at you that way." Akira's grip tightened on your hips seemingly angered by the thought "I saved you a lot of shit okay, you can't just rough up everyone who looks at me funny baby." his deep eyes left yours at those words searching for a response but you beat him to it raising his gaze to yours "I think I know how I can make you feel a little better.." slowly slipping your top above your head you i clipped your bra allowing your breasts you relax against your torso. Taking Akira's lips against yours his body tightened; one hand reaching to grip your hair while the other played with your nipples.

Releasing his lips you moved to his neck gently nipping immediately breaking all remaining composure he contained as he threw you over his shoulder carrying you to your shared bedroom before placing you on the bed as if you were a porcelain doll.

Wasting no time at all both of your clothes were gone in seconds, seeing the jealousy and need in his jet black eyes made you ache more than you ever knew you could. A soft pink tip pushed against your hole coating itself in your arousal before pushing inside in one quick thrust, a loud moan was ripped from your throat and your hands immediately reached for the black hair in front of you for some form of grip. Akira's hips sped up rapidly as he groaned into your ear "Fuck you..you always feel so good, I'm the only one who gets to feel you like this." his rough voice made you tighten around him as he rolled his hips into you.

You'd lost count of how many times you'd finished by this point and how many positions the two of you had explored, fucked out and covered in a mixture of your cum you could feel your mind fog only being able to think about Akira and how good his thick cock felt inside of you. "K-Kira can't take-" pure waffle flooded out of your mouth as his tip hit your G-spot, stars filled your vision as you leaked all over his cock ruining the sheets even further; "Fuck Y/N I'm gonna fill you up- all mine-" with a groan you felt Akira empty out inside of you slowing his hips as he came.

A large body collapsed beside you sweaty and panting signalling for you to roll yourself up close to him so he could embrace your warm body to which you happily complied. Looking up at soft eyes you felt his now slightly chapped lips briefly press against yours before pressing another kiss against your forehead, "..You really do mean the world to me Y/N" he started- while you knew Akira was never one for tears you could feel how genuine in emotion that short statement was "And you mean the world to me Kira." tucking your head into his chest you drifted into sleep blissfully with the knowledge that he would always protect and love you.

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This was not one of my best ones i am so utterly exhausted 😭

I hope it's to your liking though anon, as always it's a pleasure to answer any requests and they are always welcome ⭐️

- Hanni

[honeybeewhereartthee]

My Darling Dolls AU: Theory of time travel, No place as Home.

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You were haft asleep but you felt something wet against your skin. You hear whimper and crying as your been held closer to that person holding you. "Sorry. I'm sorry I was out..." You hear familiar voice whimpers.

"I w-wanted to go home but I don't want to alert everyone that something is wrong with you.... You wanted to have the live concert debut to be successful... It's the first time you ask that me something. But I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to leave you alone to just suddenly felt sick when I realize your being reckless..." You hear him whisper his thoughts.

"... I shouldn't left those two with you." You could hear him held anger but not to the two dolls but probably to his poor decision. He thought that you would be lonely if almost everyone is out being idol, so he let the two haunted dolls souls that you been close those days with you.

He never thought you'll... Do something he feared you'll try when your young. When he first saw you made a doll, he fear being replace but the fear you'll be a dollmaker is far greater.

His memories don't go well with the default things that should be remember by doll in batch but his instinct tell him you being a dollmaker is a bad thing. He doesn't care how many dolls you have! just don't become a doll maker...! But he already scene sign of you experience the aftermath of being a doll maker.

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[ Do you know if someone is on their life end, their memories of their life would flash on their eyes, and when their close to death doors their soul would leave their body...? What if one would not just watch the memories and interact with memories and live in that time period...? Reliving the time as their soul will possess that time period self...? Won't it be a perfect time travel, mayoi?]

He remembers you saying those words to him years ago, acting strange out of the blue. It was the time he never show his human form in front of you but you seems to know that his a darling doll at that spare moment.

it was in that time where your elementary classmate taken him away from you and pulled his limbs off and stuffing to bully you but when you come to find him, you cried so much in front of him before you pause and start fixing the mess. At that moment your not longer that young innocent child but someone else of different timeline.

Usually fixing minor problem is fine but his state at that time is problematic and needed of a doll maker to fix it. But as if your a doll maker and use to fixing darling dolls you easily fix him yet you felt ill that night.

But you were with your human friend 'kana' even how sick you are, you still escort your friend back home safely before you went on a rampage to the unfortunate kids who taken him that day earlier.

"..." He watch you from the open zipper of your bag as you grab hold of the three kids from the corner of the outside of the arcade and start to beat them up by pressing acupuncture | pressure point on their body making them groan in pain and paralyze in the ground and even unconscious while moaning in pain.

Your eyes looking murderous as you dust yourself and dragging the three back to their respective houses without being spotted. Dumping them to the front gate, you left for another trip. [ I'm such a petty person... ] He heard you say that time as you kiss his doll forehead.

[ I hope mayoi don't think I'm scary because I'm such a petty person... ] Tear fall from your eyes as you waited in the cab to arrive in the last stop of the night. 'i.. I will never think that!' he wanted to say but his too cowardly to speak out because he fear you think his disgusting or weird.

[ Oh right... You still won't answer back... ] You mumble as you chuckle to yourself, the two of you arrive in a mansion. You were sketching something in a paper while doing so. Earlier you borrow the art supply of Kana to do something before you part ways with your friend.

You then told him about a theory of time travel. But never explained why you think that or why you thought of that. You never become interested in time travel as far he knows.

But when you talk to the guard about something about report about certain family being involved with black market and illegal things. You give him the paper your sketching earlier and at that time he saw it's a photo and not a drawing.

'...weren't you just sketching in that paper just now...? How did it become a photo... Wait... Could it be this what they call photorealism...!?' he don't know what to say as you given a 'false' proof but such thing become reality as the head of the family dig in to the matter and it turn out to be the truth.

Under one night a family that hidden their dirt for so long is dragged into the ground because of how petty you are.

The young master of the family come out of his room and saw you.

Enjoying some treat they are serving you since your a great help and your shamelessly talking to the madam.

"How can a sweet child witness something daring like that?" The madam says as she look at you cutely eating the cookies while holding mayoi.

["I dunno. But you made really nice cookies madam!"] You smiled sweetly.

"Oh my... What a cute child!" Like that you manage to get the scary madam on your side.

"... I don't know we have a visitor."

"Oh Madara. Finally you come back. Look at this poor cute child, aren't they cute?" Madara's 'mother' look sternly at her child who just come back from training and Shinkai household.

["Hello~~ mama~"] the madam is looking at Madara isn't able to see you looking at Madara with knowing look.

Madam: "Mama? Why you calling Madara that dear?"

MC:["Cause mama is from MAdara. Ehehe~ 💕 wait...was is it a bad name?"] Crocodile tears about to fall, the madam suddenly felt guilty for questioning an innocent child.

Madam:"No.no it's fine. I'm sure Madara won't mind."

Madara: "Yup~ I won't mind at all~" through he would like to question why your in his house right now.

Mayoi watch the scene in confusion but he don't hear much as when you ask where the bathroom is and Madara escort you, you left him with the madam with a soft kiss on his forehead. ["Be right back~" ]*chuu chuu. Kissing his forehead you left.

when you come back Madara seems to acting along with you. When you went home that night, you were out cold and he have to take care of you in secret. So you would be back in shape in the next day.

His worried but he can never ask what's wrong with you but all he can do is watch as time goes by with you acting odd but when the last day you acting strange. You both watch the night sky full of stars you hugged him whisper goodbye:

[ "I miss your soft plushie form... *Chuu chuu.] You mumble to him. [But I guess it's time to wake up because my mayoi would be dying with worry... ] You hopelessly chuckle.

[I hope mayoi wont fear to appear before me in your beautiful form. Because your not disgusting or ugly. Your my precious mayoi, my family and the one who been with me for so long... My memories start with you, always remember your my number one doll and my precious phantom of the opera... ehehe~] you start to yawn.

"I... Do you know ...?" He don't realize his start speaking to you. He suddenly want to burry himself in a hole because you look at him in his plushie eyes as if looking at his true self. He wanted to run away but you hugged him before he does so. Chuckling as you hug him like his your precious treasure you hold dear to your heart.

[ "The I of this time don't know yet. But I do. Hopefully you won't tell this to my present self. Who won't remember clearly of the event but what I wish to remember. Through memories are just memories, bad memories don't need to be remember, only happy times needed to be remember...] You lay your head to the soft grass, and view the beautiful night sky.

[ *Yawn... I remember now why I get kicked out from the school when they discovered I was involved with those stupid classmate of mine being beaten up... When I just press their pressure point... they are lucky I don't rip their limbs off because of what they did to you.] He could hear anger from your voice.

He can't believe you would be so mad if "I'm just a doll.. I won't feel pain... My disgusting self is aware how I look to other kids..." He utter with full of safe hate. He don't blame the children because he have a weird smile that would probably creep children out.

Only you who able to appreciate his so called Phantom beauty is an odd ball. His precious beloved owner.

He wish you won't dirty your hands just because he was damage. He won't feel pain, it's not the first time either that children did such horrible things.

[ Ahaha. Mayoi is so cute. I think kids are blind. Your the most beautiful doll and person in the world.] You confess. [ I love you very much. ] You added as slowly you slept and return to your normal self.

"Hmm... Oh. Did I slept off...?? Uwuh mayoi~ I have a bad dream! Some nitwit destroyed you and you were gone!" You cried the moment you return to consciousness.

"Mwah mwah my mayoi is safe and sound. Eheh. It's just a bad dream." You stood up and hugged mayoi as well give kisses all over his face and the part that you dream was rip off. and happily went home.

You mumble about your dream, you also dream of his human form. You said he was very beautiful but he still is even in doll form. He listens to your ramble and thinking about your words earlier. You said in your dream mayoi can speak like magic! You want to hear him speak too! Even through that's impossible to happen.

"Do you not... Think of me as ugly ...?" He finally spoke his first words to you for the first time.

"... *Gasp. Mayoi can speak! Uwuaaah my dream come trueee." Your child self was surprised but you hugged him in excitement with no sign of fear whatsoever. "MAYOI IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL!" You says with full honestly as you hug him, sharing your body heat to him, making him feel warm and dizzy with the love he felt.

He felt the endless supply of love you give him all those years went passes the limit many times but all those time he fear to appear before finally give up and before you was mayoi in his human form the same age as you, who hugged you, his very precious human.

"I.. I love you too, mc." He said with red bashful self. Not sure if it's a reply to your words earlier or your endless confession to him since long ago.

"I love you too! Eheh! I'm so happy!" You said smiling like an precious bean who can't do harm to the world. Even so if you did, mayoi careless about it, you could burn the world and your still an angel in his eyes. Your an angel who accepted and give him home.

Through your words about the theory of time travel cross his mind. He wonder what you did to cost you to be in dare situation. Through those thoughts never resurface till years later.

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succumbing to memories of the past, as tears continue to fall from his eyes, tears his not able to do before as a doll. You reach out to hug him back. "Who bullied mayoi. I'll bully them back. Just tell me their name and address." You jokingly says as you open your eyes.

"Hicc??? M-MC--" surprised but become a blushing mess as he realize you been awake and how close the two you are. "It's not what it look like--" he reasoned out. "What does it supposed to look like, huh Mayoi-san?" He heard one of the twins who is watching the scene since the beginning ask with a cheeky smile. "Yup, you were so close to MC, you don't even notice there's three dolls beside you. Ignoring us like we're wind!" The other cried crocodile tears.

"Phantom is lucky I aren't going to horn you down because we're in front of MC." The mama bison who also watch the scene added with a teasing voice through still held threatening meaning in his words.

"Hicc...!! IMSORRY IM DISGUSTING! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" with no self esteem and easy to bully mayoi is already on his knees.

"you three are very rude." You pout as you squish the three teasing darling dolls. You pulled mayoi back to the bed and off the floor and he hugged you crying how bad he is for not being there for you. "It's okii. Mayoi is busy." You said as you pat his head, comforting him. Before you return to punishing the three bullies by squishing them playfully.

"Awww. MC really siding with Mayoi-san!"

"How unfair!"

"My child is bullying mama?"

The three tried to find justice of your prejudice.

"Hmmp. Bullying mayoi is off limits." You claim. You went and grab the needle and pin as your still not done with both the twin dolls. "MC!" You hear mayoi cried hopelessly as you finally finish the doll. Through you don't feel draw back at that time. "Done." You look proudly at your work and pat mayoi who's crying again.

"*Chuu *chuu *chuu. Good morning Yuuta, good morning Hinata and good morning Madara. Love you three very much." You says with a bright smile. They then transform back to their human form.

"Yey were human again!"

" Yosh! Let's cause some mischief!" The twins clap their hand together happy to finally able to be human after a long period of time.

They look one another with great prank they have in mind to commence to the oblivious people in the house.

Like that time when they spike the cake. It was so funny' they both giggle to themselves. "Oh my..." Madara who saw the mischievous gaze of the two darling dolls twin pranksters can't help but sigh but he remembers your words and look at you in wonders: does that mean you don't hate him anymore?

"Mayoi stop crying. I'm not gonna die lol I'm a bad child. I will not die because only good people die young." You comforted mayoi who want to throw your sewing kit away from you.

"B-but-- being doll maker is bad for you!" He cried as he dodge you attempt of trying to get the tools of yours. He have a height and you don't. So trying to use it in advantage. your hopeless against him.

"Oh yeah, yuuta kun~ shall we hide away MC sewing material as our first prank?"

"Oho? That's a good plan aniki! Let's do that!" The twins went and help mayoi and gotten the sewing materials and run off the room to who knows where with your tool, leaving with you the two.

"Sigh, that was expensive set ok." You mumble with a smile.

"Anyway time to eat breakfast!" Holding the hands of the two who look at you with eyes widen. You held their hand and pulled them to the dining table where everyone is awaiting for you.

Introducing the twins as haunted dolls and you as the one who made the doll body they now posses don't come without a shock but seeing how your not worried about it made them remember that, you really are too obsessed with dolls not caring if their haunted or not.

Making them sigh in unison. The meal never been that enjoyable as the whole group is full again after a long time of being away from one another. There's no place as home after all.

A/N: 👀 what do you guys think of the theory of time travel? Hopefully it answer some questions about the last chapter. And yes if you notice base on the past memories in the point of view of mayoi. It happened again. 👀 But what would cost that? 😱 What recklessness will you do again?

Find out next time in dragon ball z-- (get slapped)!! Anyway here's an art of mayoi ùwú. I'll make tarot card like for others too. But next time. Sorry for no update for a while. Was busy with my 20 days challenge lol.

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[meg-moira]

I did the thing. Based on this writing prompt!

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What am I, you ask?

It was a question I, too asked myself, once upon a time. I ask it no longer, because I don’t much see the reason in dwelling upon questions which have no definitive answers.

I can tell you what others think I am. Will that satisfy your curiosity?

An aged deity they call me. A minor one, of course. For they know I never laid claim to the vast domains of the Great Gods. War, Knowledge, Death are all grand pursuits, but they are not to my tastes.

Besides, I would never claim anything so specific. To those who live in the village beneath my humble temple, I am the warmth of a tended hearth, the safety of home - and the joy of returning to it.

It is a quiet village, you know. And I know my people by look and by voice. They take turns climbing the steep hill to tend my temple.

I settled here for a reason.

Did you notice my temple? It’s nice, is it not? Wooden, round, and short enough that the adults must bend to enter. Inside, two rows of candles illuminate walls lined with dangling shells dug from deep within the earth. Shelves are stacked with pebbles, feathers, twigs, and flowers. Gifts from my followers and requests I planted in the minds of my most devout.

At the center of it all, bathed in the candles’ butter yellow light sits a gleaming stone. It is opalescent and a pretty enough sight to behold. It was recovered generations ago, a layer or two beneath the dug-up shells.

The humans believe that I reside in the Everstone. That’s what they call it. Everstone. It’s got a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

I don’t. Live in the Everstone, that is. I don’t believe I live anywhere in particular.

Occasionally I sit in the stone, just for fun. I warm it sometimes when my followers’ reverent fingers brush the grooves. I like the sound of their surprise and delight. Other times I perch upon the temple’s roof, and drink up light from the first and second sun. And on rare instances, I expend the energy to make myself just corporeal enough to walk upon the hillside and feel the grass between my toes. I only allow my most favorite devotees to see me like this. It is strange and awkward to have limbs and take up space. I only do it because the sensation of touch is so entirely captivating.

Those who glimpse my walking form see someone who looks human in the same way that a painting of an ocean resembles the cold, untamable tides. I take up space, and within that space is the suggestion of personhood. They see a figure draped and hooded in ethereal white, brown skinned and with a face whose features are vague and changing. Human faces fascinate me, and I cannot always make up my mind about the features I want for my own. I-

Why would you interrupt me?

Did you not trudge your ugly boots up this steep hill to seek me out? And if you’ve come, as you say, from lands afar - why would you not want to make conversation?

...Could it be that it is not me you seek, but the one who, even now, lies crumpled and half dead upon my temple floor?

That is the truth of it. I can see it in your terrible war-bright eyes. You are no more human than the one who bleeds ichor on my nice wooden planks.

No. No. Don’t go lifting your ugly spiked weapon just yet. I’m not done talking. I can’t talk with the humans. At least, not like this. And the god currently bleeding in my temple wasn’t much able to make conversation.

He staggered up the hillside not an hour before you arrived. He had taken far more care in the crafting of his physical form than I, and I’d guessed right away that he was one of the visible gods. Likely in possession of both power and desire enough to parade himself about for his followers. To drape his body, wrapped in opulent cloth, across the velvet couch upon his temple dais.

Yes, I made the last part up. I don’t know that he liked to drape himself across couches like a subject waiting to be painted, but with his raven black hair, muscles sculpted by an undoubtedly delicate hand, and a pretty face which did not shift like mine was wont to do, he fit the part well enough.

His fine clothes were ripped and bloody when he staggered up my hillside. And his hair, which looked to have once been drawn back in a sleek braid, was mostly dragged loose, falling in wisps and tangles. His pretty face was cut and broken, and when he pressed a shaking hand upon my wooden walls, he left a smear of ichor, brutal and golden beneath the suns.

“Sanctuary,” he murmured, and his voice was cracked and broken as the rest of him.

I could have barred my door. He might have once been powerful, but it had been cruelly beaten out of him by something.

You, I presume.

No. Enough with the weapon waving. I said I was talking.

I let him in. Don’t ask me why. Maybe stripped of his power, he reminded me of my village devotees. Or maybe I just didn’t want his divinely made flesh to stink up my lawn.

He stumbled in as soon as I opened the door, and immediately collapsed, one hand clutching what was surely a severe wound in his side. If he was as human as he appeared, I’m sure he would have died.

No, he’s not dead.

It was touch-and-go for a while. But, as I’m sure you know, gods are not so easy to kill.

I helped him, pouring some of my own energy into his form. It was like feeding oxygen to a faltering flame. As I worked, he lay limp as a doll, lips half pressed to my wooden floor as his voice rasped, filling the room.

His people call him Praesaro. He told me of how you killed a great number of them, cutting a path so you might reach him. His tears of saltwater and gold dampened the temple floor as he spoke, and where they slipped between the slats of wood, wild clovers sprouted from the soil. His throat was dry and grief-wrung, but I did not need to hear him to feel his overwhelming, aching loss. He’d seen his followers cut down, all while he, their glorious protector, was powerless to stop you.

You smile. Does pain amuse you?

I see. It is not just any pain you seek, but a god’s pain. You cared not for the city you slew, did you? You only wanted the god who protected it. So are you the God Devourer of which the wind has been whispering of late?

I hear conflicting tales of you. The wind says that you came from the skies - or perhaps the heavens. The rocks deep within the earth say that you are not of this world. And the oceans say you smell of strange waters. But all of them are in agreement on this point: You come to consume. And you will not leave until your boundless appetite has feasted upon this world.

And now you do lift that monstrously spiked weapon. You intend to destroy my temple and crush the last of the divine life from poor Praesaro - I can see it in the set of your jaw, the way you bare those sharpened teeth.

You intend to devour me too. In my little temple on this little hill, I probably seem nothing more than a snack to you. But before you unhinge your salivating jaw, dear god eater, let me ask you this:

Do you know why I remain here, on this little hill, above this little village?

It is because I like it here.

Do you feel that? The way the earth trembles beneath your bloodied boots? Or perhaps you’ve noticed the wind and how it nips at your skin. And what about the clouds that darken, bearing down upon my little temple on this single, lonely hill.

I was not entirely honest when I told you that I do not know what I am. Or rather, I have a guess.

You see, I remember when oceans covered these hills, and I remember when tiny creatures filled the shells which are strung up in my temple. I knew where each had burrowed, because they were buried in my soil. The feathers collected for my temple were carried here on my wind. And the pebbles smoothed in my streams.

To these people, I am a minor god, because that is how I wish to be perceived.

But for you, Devourer of Gods, I will deign to stretch out, unfurl.

You came to feast upon gods, little one. I wonder, how will you contend with a world?

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[animeyanderelover]

Tsukinami Carla and Tsukinami Shin severely punishing their s/o's but he two later regrets it. (scenario)

I assumed that you meant each one of them separately, right?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, controlling Yandere, harsh Yandere, sadism, punishment, mind break

Regret

Carla Tsukinami

🔮Carla won’t just mindlessly punish his darling and if they were to behave like a adorable little thing, he wouldn’t even treat them that badly. The problem occurs when they break his pretty tight set of rules he’s made specifically for you, viewing you as someone he has to look after. Humans are fragile dolls after all and you are no exception. Just be a good little doll for him and everything shouldn’t be too complicated, understood? So why did you have to do it then? The rules are easy and yet his s/o had to break them, attempting to run away from him. How pitiful. As if they could hide anywhere from him.

🔮Not a word is spoken as he slowly drags his darling to the chambers of the mansion, paying no attention at all to their cries, pleas and whimpers as his tight grip already has left a large bruise, nails digging deeply into their skin. The aura around him is as cold as a blizzard in the coldest of winters yet the burning rage inside of it has you begging and sobbing uncontrollably, fear piercing every part of your body as you are slowly brought to hell on earth.

🔮Oh dear, just why did you have to break his rules? It must be your first time because only the dumbest of people would dare to ever go against Carla, every bit of willpower and hope will be gone after hours straight with him, bloodcurdling screams echoing through the house before your voice eventually dies out as bone after bone is being shattered, blood is decorating your sweating body and wounds are gashing your skin. No mercy nor any small breaks will be offered, Carla is ruthless and believes that punishing his darling is the most effective way to learn, even if there was a slight sting in his heart as he found you staring at him with big and pleading eyes.

🔮He has a ultimate goal in mind to break his darling after all, to let them believe that he is their sole hope, the only person they can rely on and trust in life. But as he gazes with less cold eyes over his darling sitting like a limb doll in front of him, body littered with scars and still bleeding wounds, there is the sharp pull of guilt in his heart as he tries to transport them as gently as possible out of the chamber and back into their bedroom, the thought of maybe taking care of the cuts and gashes he gave you suddenly popping up in his mind. It’s your first time after all, your poor mind too confused and frightened to fully grasp the situation you were in just yet.

🔮A slight furrow on his face appears as he debates over whether to get some bandages and ointment to soothe your pain or not, fearing to bend to his own softness he has for his darling. He dislikes the power, the control his darling has over him, plaguing his thoughts with mercy. Softness certainly is nice, but won’t lead him anywhere near his goal. It is the sudden clutching grip his s/o suddenly has on him, pain blinding their mind and searching comfort in the next best person that happens to be near them, that has him releasing a slightly annoyed sigh as his one hand gently runs through their hair, promising with a hushed voice that he’ll take care of their wounds right away. The sudden realization of how delicate they seem in his arms suddenly hitting him stronger than before, questioning it he perhaps was a bit too harsh on them.

Shin Tsukinami

🐺Pushing his little pet around whenever and however he likes to do is Shin’s motto that he has for his s/o, the little one he happened to grab one day and take them with him. Lost and lonely without him, too pathetically weak and stupid to manage without someone’s supervision. But kitten, he took you in for that very reason so cheer up a bit for him, would you? With him you’re safe now and as a payback the very least you can do is letting him have his fun. Differently from his brother, Shin displays his sadistic side for more commonly and even if his s/o didn’t even do anything wrong.

🐺Shin is a bloody wild card, on some days in extremely cheerful moods where he just wants to be nice and affectionate and on some yearning to hear his darling’s melodic cries of pain and suffering. With a terrifying smile he inflicts each and every wound and gush on them, grinning brightly like a young child on their birthday party. This must be heaven on earth for him right now, lovingly grinding your pride as a human and rights into the mud with his very own heels.

🐺He has probably far more tools than his dear brother has, Carla might just mostly prefer inflicting his punishments with his very own hands whilst Shin has a variety of things inside his chamber. He feels like a young kid in an ice cream parlor right now, his torture devices the different flavors. He literally can’t choose what he wants to use now. You as his little pet have no saying in this, he as your owner decides what he will punish you with but be sure that it won’t be a sight for children. Adrenaline is pumping through his body as he feels with each sob and scream of pain you give bliss coursing through him, sick adoration for the view in front of him flooding his mind.

🐺It is after his kick starts to wear off a bit and after he has stopped with his punishment, the traces of his bright grin still lingering on his face. There you lie, a shacking and bruised and bloody mess, eyes nearly fully closed with tears smearing your face. Are you already done with entertaining him just as he was about to go to the funniest part? This might just be a question he asks in a mocking tone as he slightly bends down with a tilted head, eyes traveling up and down your bruised and bloody body. Why do humans have to be such delicate creatures again? It isn’t until he notices how his darling attempts to slowly raise their hand, catching his curiosity as he wonders what you try to accomplish.

🐺It isn’t until you suddenly caress his cheek slightly that he reacts, feeling unnaturally startled and slapping your hand as a first reaction away before giving you a wide-eyed and confused look. He…didn’t expect you to suddenly show him such a rather affectionate gesture, so sure and almost hopeful that he might get you to snap angrily at him. Instead he leaves the room flustered and irritated, guilt suddenly gnawing at his mind and heart as he curses the sudden feeling of warmth flowing gently through his veins. You’re just his pet that should stay devoted to him, he shouldn’t feel like this all of a sudden. Yet against his angry promises that he would leave his darling for the rest of the evening alone in the chamber,his feet carry him shortly after back as he hesitantly opens the door, peeking inside to look if he could eventually find it in his heart to help you back into the comfort and softness of your bed.

[random-blep]

How odd it is to form a kinship with a being who is not of your own blood. To make a promise of protection and then fail to do so. To be unable to control your own flesh as you cradle what was once your child. To be unable to stop the flow of burning tears running down your face. To not be able to hear anything beyond the racing of your heart, but knowing screams are escaping your lips.

Humans are such frail creatures, it seems they die so easily. Be it from sickness, malnutrition, or a wound inflicted by someone with ill intent. Whichever it was such events lead to carrying the blood covered body to the closest god, even if such god had been the one to abandon you many years prior. In the nation of eternity surely she will listen to your plea as you beg for his life back. Ask her to do what she had once done before and create life where there is none. Feel the way the bile rises into your throat as she rejects your plea, feel how it burns as it tries to push it's way up and out your mouth.

Useless, of course, no archon could bring back life. For that one must go to Celestia itself and debase themselves to receive such a blessing. So you drag the body great lengths once again, you cry out for anything to listen. Despite the hoarseness of your voice, despite the inability to continue to cry, you are forced to continue to grieve. "It is not the way things are," you are told, "It is the nature of humans to die."

You are not given the one thing you want. Pathetic, the looks of pity and words of sympathy mean nothing. Despite what all is taken from you, they cannot give you this one thing. You do not earn back the child you had cared for, you do not deserve your son for failing to protect him. So you travel to your final destination, back to your home. The small hut in which laughter once lived, songs used to be sung, and life once bloomed. Instead of smelling like the home it once was, it now reeked of death. No matter how this place would be cleaned it would forever be a tomb, so you decide on the best option. You take your child and lay him up on a bed of flowers, the ones he enjoyed in life.

While preparing for the parting your eyes lay upon a small fabric doll that resembles yourself. You feel your stomach churn as you kneel to lift it up, you can feel yourself start to choke up at the memories this thing carried. How you spent some time working in the neighboring village to earn mora to buy the fabric. How you spent a few hours crafting the thing, earning yourself many pricks in your fingers from the needle. The blinding smile you earned when it was gifted to him. The way he carried this thing everywhere and refused to even let it go while he slept. He loved this thing as much as he had loved you, and while you hold it you can almost feel his warmth. The warmth from the way he hugged you, the happiness you felt when he slept by your side, the pride you had felt for how brilliant he was. Before you know it tears are once again dripping down your face and onto the small doll. You wish how you could stay in this home, you wish you could turn back time so he was here with you. If you imagine hard enough, he is not dead, but the tremble in your hands and the way it becomes difficult to breathe betray you.

You cannot live in a fantasy anymore, you have witnessed yourself many times how the world is cruel, how nothing is how it should be. Every person is a liar, they never truly mean what they say. Every god is a traitor, they turn their backs on everything they have made and ignore how it hurts what they claim to care for. Every life is a fabrication, it is not everlasting and unravels when faced with hardship. So you take one parting look to the lifeless body of your child and tuck his most prized possession away in the small bag you intend to bring with you.

You make your way outside once you no longer feel like you will collapse in on yourself. Once stepped out of the small hut the wind caresses your cheeks and dries the tears that you cannot control. You push your wishes for a future that can no longer happen as you move to set the building ablaze.

You do not choke up on the smoke that builds up alongside the fire. You do not allow yourself to weep anymore for the boy inside this tomb. You force the fond memories to the back of your mind as you make yourself a new promise to replace the one you broke. Never again shall anything enter your heart, nothing else will be allowed to worm it's way in and hurt you. So once the building is doomed from how much fire has consumed it, you turn away and put on your hat. You slowly walk away from the warmth of the once home and let the cold settle into your chest.

[corruptedconfessions]

last weekend I caved and read everything you ever uploaded here once more agskshkdd this is who i am as a person. but im love your writing so much!!! i have an especially soft spot for the naga stories, are those the ones that are about half-snake people? i always mess up the names but how do you think bakugou (and or kiri) would be as a yandere one, when he falls for the reader? i can't remember you ever writing a snake-version of him and idk if you'd be up for it but i'm super curious! xoxoxo

Aww!! Thank you so much :) 

And yes! Naga’s are the snake people, semi human from the torso up and giant ass snakes from the hips down!

Bakugou: 

If there is one word to describe yandere Naga Bakugou its possessive. It takes a lot for him to chose a mate, he is incredibly picky, picking his mate much past the typical age but once he picks?? Possessive protective to the extreme. You are his mate to do with what he pleases, and absolutely no one is going to take you away from him. Hell, he gets pissy the second another creature, intelligent or not even looks at you. You won’t be leaving his nest any time soon after he snatches you up, even trying to peek over the edges of the flattened down bowl in the ground leads to you being dragged right back to the middle and getting angrily chewed out and huffed at as you get tucked right back into the nest.

I think he’d most likely fall for a darling who hikes or walks frequently in his forest for whatever reason. A hunter, camper, or just any kind of nature enthusiast will quickly catch his eye. You’re so small…and your body is so different than his and yet you constantly come back here, carelessly leaving your scent everywhere, as if inviting him to have a taste. He isn’t one to turn down the offer. He doesn’t have any form of patience, somewhere during a mid afternoon doze and lunch he’ll come to the conclusion that he wants you, all while still ripping the meaty remains of his prey off the bone. Right then and there he decides to have you, still picking meat from his teeth with the jagged edge of a bone. The next time he sees you you’ll be snatched up into his arms and dragged back to his nest, kicking and screaming left ignored as he unceremoniously dumps you in his nest and refuses to let you leave.  

I picture him most likely picking a human mate tbh, He enjoys being bigger and stronger than his mate, justifying the overbearing desire to hide away and protect what's his, something other Nagas wouldn’t tolerate. Even if you don’t tolerate it it doesn’t really matter, he is bigger and stronger than you, and can easily just pick you right up and carry you back to where he wants you to be. Biting, kicking, punching, anything just bounces off his hard scales. Honestly fighting like that is more likely to turn him on than anything else~ If you have this much energy you clearly can put it towards incubating some of his eggs right? Hopefully that fiery spirit will pass on to his eggs once they hatch~

He’ll also be curious, painfully so, eagerly twisting and pulling you in his hold like a doll, poking and prodding as he inspects you. Its not often he sees a human so close without eating them. He’s cruel in the sense that he likes to poke your squishy spots just to listen to your cute noises and watch you try and wiggle away from him. Its hardly ever malicious, though, the claws in your mouth, feeling up your teeth. Or large hands encompassing your entire calf as he feels up your leg is pure curiosity. He’ll look almost childish, eyes wide with wonder as he watches you twist and bend, so small and fragile yet so resilient.

He’ll hiss and throw up a fit if you call him out on this but he is also incredibly cuddly. Maybe it’s just because of that protective nature of his but he loves wrapping around you, snuggling his face into your stomach, tongue darting out to smell your skin. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that you are a breathing furnace compared to the cooler blooded beast. He’s so soft in those moments, eagerly nuzzling you and lapping up any attention you’ll give him, even if he huffs and insists its for your protection and warmth if you say anything. Human skin is so thin and you are so needy for warmth! How did you ever survive without him curling around you to keep you warm and chase off the chill of the night air. You’d be wise to keep your mouth shut about the fact that he is actually sapping your heat with his cold skin. Best not take those rare tender moments for granted, yeah?

 Kirishima on the other hand leans more on the protective side of things. He’s younger than Bakugou, more on the naïve side of things and much more at the whims of his instincts. I think he’d honestly mate with the first little thing he comes across, unable to hold back and be patient at all. He’s a bit of a romantic at heart, in a terrifying, he’ll eat and swallow whoever you’re with whole when he sees you way. He wants nothing more than a happy loving mate, round and heavy with his eggs waiting for him when he comes back to his nest. He wants to protect and provide and snuggle with his cute little mate!

He’s brutal, eating and killing anything that comes close to you, and then immediately turning around and crooning and loving on you, rubbing up against you like a dog, his face still coated with any remains of what, or rather who, he just ate. (Lucky for you he prefers to swallow his prey whole…watching him gag up and spit out the bones that he cant digest isn’t a pleasant sight though.) Endlessly doting and so…incredibly suffocating. There will always be a hand, or head, or tail, or something pressed, wrapped, or snuggling against you. Half the time you feel like a living teddy bear as he cuddles and nuzzles you non stop, curling up in his nest and holding you close to his chest, face buried in your hair. The only time he tears himself from your side is to go hunting, and even then when he comes back you are scooped up and squished in his arms until he calms down again, extremely distressed from being separated from you.

 He is obsessed with being a good mate for you, protecting, providing, and spoiling his partner. He’ll be traditional, hunting down larger pray than necessary just to impress you. Happily puffing his chest out when he dumps a bunch of hay and leaves into the nest, telling you that he knows humans cant sleep on hard rock comfortably, and so this will be more comfy! (Not that it does much, with how close he insists on being when cuddling, you practically sleep on him instead. Trapped against his firm chest as arms wrap tightly around you). Now this isn’t common behavior for nagas, but he’ll also bring you pretty little trinkets that he finds, gems or geodes he finds in his cave, pretty jewelry he steals from humans, rocks that he really likes and wants to share with you. Reacting positively to these gifts, maybe even making a small little pile for them in the nest will put him over the moon. He becomes so gushy and loving towards you for it you can get away with nearly anything after that.  

Unlike Bakugou’s nest which is out in the open, daring any threat to even try and come close to his mate, Kiri hides you away. His nest will be hidden away in a maze like cave (He carved it out himself by hand! Something he very proudly tells you when the two of you can finally converse without you screaming or him fucking you silly). He never leaves your side, determined to protect and love you, but even in the moments he does, escape is hopeless. Even after crawling up the sides of the deep pit carved out of solid rock (you really don’t want to think how strong his claws are to carve out solid stone and made such deep grooves in the sides) you’ll be left wondering and aimless maze, impossible to not get lost or even get near the exit before Kirishima is back, rushing your side and picking you up into his arms in a panic. Naturally, being the innocent thing he is he assumes you missed him and went searching for him instead of trying to escape, but now you’re trapped in an even tighter hold under an even tighter watch as he tries “to make it up to you”.

With Kirishima you have a small chance, though. If you are loving and gentle enough to him, and you ask him so sweetly if you can get out of the cave just for a little bit! Promise! He may take you to a nearby river to play in the water, or a hotspring to soak together. Once you really have him wrapped around your finger you might be able to convince him to go on daily walks (slithers?) with him, only if you look sad and pout up at him enough, insisting that the cave is too dark and scary and you miss the sun. He’ll feel so bad he just might sunbathe with you outside for awhile too.

[duskamethyst]

possessive.

a/n: i feel like there aren’t a lot of yandere bokuto so i decided to write it myself

word count: 2k

genre: smut, nsfw

warnings: noncon, yandere behavior, overstimulation

pairing: yan!bokuto x f!reader

summary: bokuto isn’t a fan of being the second place in receiving attention, particularly yours. bokuto hates it when you (unintentionally) ignore him, keep him out of the conversation (that doesn’t concern him in the first place) when you talk to his teammates and those seem to be the main problem of the unwanted situation you’re facing going to face. to conclude, even outside the court, bokuto craves for attention.

konoha is your assigned partner for the class assignment but it takes so much more of your time than the other’s since he’s more devoted on his volleyball practices after school than the whole thing. thus, the only time you can manage to talk to him further besides during lunch and class is during his practice.

“okay, so i’ve already finished most of my part so for your part, you’ll need to--” you begin, but only to be cut off by a shout of your name.

“hey, you didn’t even say hi to me?” bokuto runs up to where you and konoha are standing with a frown on his face.

“oh, hi, bokuto.” you smile before turning to the other male beside you. “anyway--”

“what are you guys doing?” he shifts closer, peeking the notebook you’ve been holding to show konoha your progress.

“i’ve told you before, bokuto. we’re partners for our class project!” konoha beams, patting your shoulder and pulls you closer to him in a friendly manner. “you work so fast, i feel bad though.”

bokuto glances at the hand resting on your shoulder but quickly averts his gaze to his friend, “then you better pick up the pace too, huh? so you won’t give her a hard time.”

“yeah,” konoha smiles apologetically. “hey, how about we go to the library tomorrow so we can finish the whole stuff?” you nod and smile at him, the thought that he is not entirely hopeless sends a wave of relief in you.

“can i come?!” bokuto chimes in with puppy eyes. both of you blink at him in confusion.

“nope! it’ll only be the two of us!” konoha laughs, “come on, break time’s over.” he walks away to the center of the court, pushing the sad bokuto along with him.

checking in your bag half-way home, you suddenly realize that you have left some of the materials you need to go through for the assignment tomorrow with konoha. it will be such a drag if you have to stop by school first tomorrow so you lazily walk back to your class and go through under your desk. the door of the class slides open and you turn around to see no other than bokuto.

“oh, hey.” you smile, walking towards the door. “i’m just about to head out. finished practice?”

“oh, yeah-- kinda.” he replies shortly.

“kinda?”

“i told them i wasn’t feeling really well.” he says, sliding back the door close behind him. the thought of bokuto-- this bokuto, is ill is rather absurd to you. you’ve watched him play, and there was not even a single time that this man had gotten any injuries. not even a broken finger from blocking a hard spike from the opponent. he had never even missed a match from being sick. the only time that he seemed “sick” was when he was in those mood swings and he would usually get back up on his feet. nonetheless, he is still human after all.

“you seemed fine earlier.” you exclaim, trying to get to the door but he shifts his body in front of you, blocking the door instead. when you move the left, he moves to the right, vice versa. you look up at him questioningly but you can’t really conclude the expression written on his face and it’s very unusual.

“maybe if you weren’t ogling konoha, you would’ve noticed.” he mutters lowly under his breath but loud enough for you to hear.

“what?” you shake your head. “first of all, i wasn’t. and secondly, if you haven’t noticed, you’re blocking my way.” you reply matter-of-factly, stepping to the side again before he grabs your shoulders and turns you around to pin you against the door. you look at him in horror, realizing that his build is solid and muscular up close and if he wants to hit you, you would definitely get knocked out.

“i really got sick after seeing you and konoha, you know that?” he has the same look on his face and a sly grin comes up across his face afterwards. “of course you don’t. but since we’re alone now.. i can finally have you all to myself.”

he smashes his lips onto yours, the kiss is hasty and rough, his hands begin to wander all over your body before one of them makes its way under your skirt to grab your ass. your trembling hands try to push him away but he doesn’t falter. instead, his grip goes harder.

“don’t even try to resist me.” he warns as his sharp teeth starts to nip on the delicate skin of your neck, leaving harsh purple marks.

“s-stop.” you beg when the hand on your ass moves to rub circles on your clit. it hurts, it’s uncomfortable but as every second passes, even you can feel that you begin to pool under his touch-- let alone the jerk who’s grinning from the results of his work.

“wow, you’re so fucking wet,” he chuckles, rubbing the wetness between his fingers as if feeling it through your panties isn’t enough to convince him. “but i can’t help but to wonder how you taste.”

he easily lifts you up and lays you down on the teacher’s desk before pulling down your panties and puts it inside his pocket. bokuto leans down and pushes your legs up before spreading your slits open with his fingers and sticks his tongue out to lick your clit.

you feel embarrassed when his golden eyes meet yours, watching you as you squirm while his tongue laps up the juices from your sloppy cunt. you recognize the proud look on his face, you’ve seen it when he successfully delivered a cross-court shot over the net during the tournament but never in a million years you’d expect to see the same grin between your thighs.

“you wanna cum don’t you?” he coos as he slides in his finger inside you.

“no..” you whimper, trying to close your legs but his strong hand pushes them further apart.

“well, i’m gonna make you.”

bokuto slides in another finger and starts fingering you continuously, persistent to make sure you’ll cum for him. he curls his fingers and you begin to find a wave of pleasure slowly building up inside you and you hate yourself for it.

“oh? you look like you wanna cum.” he chuckles as he watches your body writhing on the desk. the room is filled with heavy pants and sloshing sounds from your pussy. you start to feel that you’re pushed to edge as bokuto presses down and rubs your clit with his thumb.

“i’m-i’m gonna cum..” you say between breaths.

“it’s okay, baby. cum for me.” he whispers encouragingly as he watches you throw your head back, soft moans slipping out from your pretty lips. bokuto continues with his pace before your body shakes from releasing an orgasm.

“such a good girl.. you wanna make me happy right?” bokuto leans down to kiss all over your face but your mind is too numb to even respond. “say you want me to fuck you.”

you shake your head slowly, you wish for nothing but to end this torture-- but you should’ve known better. bokuto shifts back between your legs and starts to lick your throbbing cunt again. he watches you as your body starts to writhe again, though his gaze is rather intimidating, much different from earlier.

“please, stop.” you plea but fall into deaf ears instead.

“say it.”

seeing how you refuse to “please” him, he continues to lick you while fingering you, overstimulating you while taunting you all at the same time to push you further to edge.

“f-fuck me, bo--” the words are like music to his ears. bokuto quickly stands up and takes out his cock and almost immediately slides into you. a moan of pleasure escapes from his mouth as he starts to thrust his hips and pushes his all of his thick cock inside you.

“you feel so good, baby.” he compliments-- almost too genuinely. he gazes adoringly at how his glistening cock easily slips in and out of your wet hole despite how you denied him earlier and you can feel how he grows impossibly bigger inside you.

you turn your head to the side, not wanting to make unnecessary eye contact with the man violating you, the one making you feel as if you’re nothing more than just a sex doll.

“i’m good aren’t i?” he asks. if it isn’t for the fact that he’s assaulting you, you’d say that the question sounds very innocent.

you refuse to answer as you persistently stare at the wall. your blood boils at how this man has the audacity to shamelessly ask you such a thing. you know how he’s like, you’ve heard it from konoha himself. he tells you how the whole team carries the responsibility to cheer him on while playing in court to ensure that he gets riled up and how he lives off from being praised by them. you thought that it’s ridiculous but who would’ve thought that you’re also experiencing it first hand, only with his cock plowing inside your guts.

the lack of response irritates him. he needs to hear you say that he’s doing a good job, he put so much effort in this. this is what he had always wanted. he would’ve played it nice but seeing how you were all over his friend earlier, how you subconsciously ignored him, made him do this. it’s your fault. you can’t be mad at him. he’s finally alone with you so why can’t you stop staring at the wall and pay more attention to him? you’re making him upset.

bokuto mercilessly picks up his pace and gets rougher, making sure that you know that he is in balls deep. you finally turn to face him, his brows are knitted together, his expression is no longer compassionate as he focuses on making you cum together with him. bokuto knows that he’s giving a brilliant performance when he starts hearing you moan but now he just needs some compliment.

“i never knew you’re this stubborn.”

you bite down on your lips hard and close your eyes as you feel the coil inside you begin to swirl around, threaten to snap but bokuto is quick to pull away and circles your sensitive clit with his thumb. you open your eyes to see him staring back at you as he waits for you to beg for him.

“bokuto, please..” your voice croaked. he slides in his cock again and gives one deep thrust.

“say it.” he pulls out and rams back in once again, the process repeats itself all over until you eventually start to give in.

“y-you make me feel so good.” you whisper. bokuto’s eyes lit up again and a proud smile creeps up to his lips as he starts to fuck you again.

“that wasn’t so hard was it?” he leans down to nibble your neck as your body arches and your legs slowly wraps itself around his waist. “only i can make you cum, right?”

you let out a shaky ‘yes’ to answer his question, though your mind is rather occupied on how his throbbing cock fills every inch of you and your walls wrap so tightly around his.

“so-- fucking tight,” he hisses. “tell me whose cock is making you feel this good right now?”

“yours!” you wail, hands clutching firmly on his shirt. you feel so close and you know that he feels the same from the way he picks up his pace to chase after his high. with a few more “encouraging” whispers slipping from your mouth, bokuto groans as he finally cums inside you and just as what he wishes for, you reach your second orgasm with him. bokuto pants for air while leaning down to the crook of your neck, his cock still twitching inside you to release the last few drops before he’s sure that he’s empty.

“you can only look at me, and only me.” he murmurs and tilts your head to face him before crashing his lips onto yours once again.

deep down you’ve always known and maybe you shouldn’t have underestimated that even outside the court, bokuto craves for attention.

duskamethyst © 2020 • do not modify, translate or repost anywhere.

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

-Being The Duke’s Assistant- (3)

(a/n: some people really like this fic lol so here’s another chapter for y’all! also if you want a chapter 4 then please comment and reblog! otherwise I won’t have the motivation to keep writing more! thank you! <3)

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-Learning About The Lords-

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You’d seen more of your ex-neighbors since your run in with Vasile Kazloŭ the week previous. Seems word got around the village that you’d not in fact frozen to death or been caught and dragged into the woods by some snarling beast. And you knew a good few of them were just stopping by the Duke’s carriage under the guise of shopping just to see if those rumors were true. Not that you particularly cared what your ex-neighbors did now. If seeing you for whatever reason got them to buy something from the Duke then no skin off your nose. 

But today was different. Today the Duke said he’d be educating you on his biggest trade deals. Such deals being the Four Lords of the village. You’ll admit you gulped at hearing that. The four lords were quite notorious to the people of the village. And not for anything good despite what the fanatics would like to think..

Lady Dimitrescu, the mysterious lady who ruled the imposing castle upon the mountain that takes young women in to work but never lets them leave again. There’s a saying in the village that if a girl you know is going to work at Castle Dimitrescu then you should shower her in kisses since you’ll never see her again.

Lady Beneviento, the mysterious veiled doll maker who lives in a shadowy haunted manor that makes all those who enter there see their deceased family members. Seeing visions of the dead drives all who enter there to insanity. Most never leave, but the few who do are never the same as they were upon entering.

Lord Moreau, the monstrous looking recluse who controls the giant killer fish that has swallowed whole more than its fair share of poor fishermen of the village. It terrorized the workers at the Reservoir, devouring men like fish until they’d had enough and abandoned the site. It now sits in decay, waiting for the next fool to wander in.

Lord Heisenberg, the lord who owns the cryptic factory on the very edge of the village, where all the dead villagers bodies are sent and never seen again. Rumor has it that it used to be a coal mine but nobody living from the village has set foot in the rusted structure in decades. But despite this the factory’s smokestacks constantly billow dark soot into the sky.

Every villager knew of the four Lords. 

But apparently you were going to be learning more detail on them. Which you admit to not having much of. All you knew is what most every other villager knew. To be wary, be respectful, to pay your tributes, and do not draw attention to yourself otherwise. Those that drew attention were quite often known to draw their last breath.

The Duke it seemed was on good terms with each of the lords, at least you assumed so since he talked about them quite candidly. Not whispering their names in a hushed tone or with any amount of fearful reverence. Actually he talked about them as if they were just fellow business partners he has evening tea with. Which... well as far as you knew, could very well be the truth. But despite the Duke’s blasé outlook you felt yourself tense up when he mentioned how, as his assistant, you would be accompanying him on his future meetings with them, so it was best he told you about them now so you didn’t go in blind. Part of you wanted to just avoid that by not even going into the same building as the four lords. But the Duke squashed that thought by saying he couldn’t very well leave you to sit and twiddle your thumbs in the carriage while he was inside. 

Which you supposed you should have seen coming. You were his assistant after all. Where he goes, you go. It’s your whole job. So you steeled your resolve and took solace in knowing that while under the Duke’s protection you would be fine. you weren’t some random villager now thankfully. But even still... seeing the towering Castle Dimitrescu looming in the distance made you queasy. Your mind swam with the stories you’d been told as a child, warning you of what laid in that castle. The carriage drew closer to the imposing structure but you remained straight faced, not wanting to reveal how anxious you were. Plus, if you were being honest? This was all pretty exciting in a way! You’d left the village years ago sure, met lots of new people while you studied abroad. You learned about all the goings on of the world outside your simple village. But all of that paled in comparison to getting to meet the Four Lords.

You hoped you didn’t embarrass yourself..

-0-

While you got closer to the castle the Duke told you about the first Lord, Lady Dimitrescu and House Dimitrescu. Apparently they were famous for their incredible wine. The Duke even admitted to having a bottle of it himself stored away in the back. “For special occasions,” he told you with a smile. You also learned that House Dimitrescu also had their own vineyard where they grew all the grapes that went into the wine they made. He also revealed that there was a ‘rumor’ that Lady Dimitrescu had a very special bottle of wine in her possession, one that has belonged to her family for generations, that was called Sanguis Virginis. And its literal translation is "maiden's blood". The Duke was a touch vague on the wine, but he said that Alcina Dimitrescu has a secret process that enriches the wine’s flavor and gives it a thick bouquet. 

After that he began talking about the second Lord, Lady Beneviento and House Beneviento. The Duke spoke with a sad tone here, saying the Beneviento family slowly fell apart a long time ago. One by one the family members disappeared. And the current head of the household, Donna Beneviento, had a sister when she was a child, Claudia. But Claudia grew ill and passed away, causing her parents to grow depressed and soon after take their own lives, leaving poor Donna alone. The Duke knows Donna to be very kind, but also very lonely. She’s an incredibly skilled doll maker, even better than her father had been when he was alive. But she has trouble speaking with people without the aid of the doll friend, Angie, that her father gifted her as a little girl. He warned you that Angie could be a bit of a troublemaker, chuckling as he did.

Then came the third Lord, Salvatore Moreau of House Moreau. You raised an eyebrow when you noticed the small hint of revulsion in the Duke’s voice as he spoke about this lord. It seems that Moreau was... an odd one. The Duke tried to speak kindly of the man but even he, with his usual jovial outlook, couldn’t hide the slight way he cringed as he explained Moreau’s history. It seemed he had been a sailor at some point, and the very last of his family line, but some years ago he’d... changed physically to the point where he avoided people. He hid himself at the Reservoir his family owned and scarcely stepped foot outside of it. And after one too many... accidents there the workers abandoned the place, leaving Moreau alone to wallow in his self pity. The Duke warned you that Moreau did not look... human. And he asked you to please not stare at the man. He wouldn’t appreciate it, surely.

And then the final Lord, Karl Heisenberg of House Heisenberg. The Duke warned you that despite Lord Heisenberg’s rather casual sounding attitude, the man was quite harsh. And his factory was incredibly dangerous. He warned you to never stray from his side while there, for your own safety. You gulped but nodded as he continued. It seems the Heisenberg factory was a coal mining factory. You discovered that the Lord was an engineer, but the Duke revealed that he’d been known to tinker with things other than machines as well. That ominous note made your stomach drop. But you felt your anxiety lift a bit when the Duke told you that he was Lord Heisenberg’s supplier for a certain machine part he needs in bulk, so the man knew not to upset him. So you would be fine.

“But I think we’ll have to cut our conversation short, it seems we’ve arrived at Castle Dimitrescu,” the Duke said in a cheery tone you weren’t matching.

‘For any god listening to me... let us be alright,’ you thought helplessly.

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[kaitawrites]

An Eye For An Eye...

Pairing: Lucilfer x GN!Reader 

Summary: Your friend had summoned a demon but you didn’t know. And when the said demon asks for his reward for doing your friend’s job, things take a turn for the worst. 

TW: somnophilia, Dub-Con, breeding, yandere, stalking, 

Songs: Pisse- Fahrradsattel, Jealous- Eyedress, Verbatim- Mother Mother, 

“Lucifer, The Avatar of Pride! What are you doing here?” Your roommate growls out. Lucifer lets out a hearty chuckle. “Did you think I was going to leave without my reward? We made an arrangement, it is time for you to withhold your part of it.” Lucifer makes his way towards your roommate, his towering form made her cower. “W-what do you want?” She stutters out, slowly backing away from the demon. “That pretty little roommate you have has piqued my interests.” Lucifer's voice was smooth, almost honey like. A lump formed in her throat as she thought it over. “What are you going to do to her?” She whispers.

His lips curved into a devilish smile. “I’m not going to kill her, If that is what you are wondering. But she shall entertain me with her body.” He states bluntly. The heaviness in the words made the girl before him flustered. “U-Um, Please don’t hurt her. She’s the only friend that I have.” The girl mutters. Lucifer’s eyes rolled to the side before he dragged them back to the girl. “Yes, yes. It is painfully obvious that she is your only friend. You did summon me after all.” Before she could utter another word, Lucifer was gone. Your roommate gulped, knowing what exactly would happen that night. 

Your lips parted as you softly snooze in your room. You had no idea of the dark figure looming over your sleeping form. A dark chuckle leaves his lips. His gloved hands moved to your blanket that shielded your body and removed it. The room was so dark that you couldn’t see the wide smirk that crossed his lips. The long dark cape that was wrapped around his broad shoulders fell with the flick of his wrists. He took a long yet slow stride towards your bed. He climbs over your still body, his dark red eyes glowing in the dark. His eyes raked over your body, outlining your face and moving down to your curves. His blood red tongue exits his mouth and brushes his lips quickly. He places his hands onto your hips, turning you over onto your back. His cold veiny hands moving along your body. He first gropes your chest but after he gets tired of softly squishing your chest. Lucifer’s hand moves down to your lower body. One hand on your thigh and the other on your hips. 

After he gets tired of feeling you up, He begins to remove your clothes. And once all your sleep wear disappears from your body, he stands and marvels at your body. Lucifer’s teeth latch onto the ends of his gloves, slowly ripping it off as his hands. “You are nothing but a mortal. Although you have the body of an angel.” Lucifer kneels near your lower body, on his elbows so his face was right in front of  “I should prepare you, darling. Don’t want to hurt you.” His lips twirl up into a smirk as he buries his face between your folds. A hum leaves his throat at your shallow thrusts and quiet moans. He disconnects his mouth from you, a sly smirk appears on his lips. His eyes scanning over your face, more than surprised that you were still asleep. 

Once his long red tongue enters and flicks with passion. Lucifer knew you had felt it, as evident with your shallow yet eager thrust of your hips. His claws digging into your thighs, dragging you closer. He eagerly eats you out, the scent you gave off making Lucifer want you even more. He slips one finger inside of you, curling it and thrusting it inside of you. Your body twitched at the feeling and it brought Lucifer great joy. “Such a good little girl.” He whispers as he quickened his pace. He basked in your orgasm. The shrill cry you gave off bounced off the walls of your room. A pleased chuckle escapes Lucifer’s lips. 

“Just the mere thought of you gets me going, Darling.” He grabs your hips to push you closer to his body. Your warm skin coming into contact with his cold body, it made a shiver run up his spine. If you were awake, Lucifer knew you would be more than terrified. Not only because you were being taken in your sleep but also because of the size of Lucifer. A proud smile was on his lips but he didn’t let that distract him from the mission at hand. His hands wrapped around your thighs and pushed them apart, wide enough for him to enter. 

His cock throbbed at the liquid exiting your body. “So pretty.” He mumbles and didn’t waste no time to rub the tip of his cock at the rim of your hole. A stifled groan escapes his throat once he enters. It was a very tight fit and it made Lucifer feel amazing. “You have no idea how long I have waited for this.” His face moving towards your neck, whispering sweet nothings. “Such a lovely body. Father thought he could take you away from me, Sweet Heart. Punish me by keeping you in the human realm. But don’t worry, I have you now.” His hands wrapped around your throat possessively. Shallow grunts escaped his lips as he began his slow movements. But after the tight walls continuously throbbed around him, He wasn’t able to control himself. A feral growl escaped his lips, his thrust became to quicken. His hips slapping against your skin harshly. Sweat dripping down his naked body, his biceps contracting with his every gesture. 

He knew eventually you would open your eyes. He would be lying if he said he was excited to see your eyes fall on him. Your eyes finally flutter open. And of course they land onto Lucifer. Your whole body freezes up and you are left in a state of shock. But that didn’t stop his movements. A shocked cry drags out of your throat, you felt so full. “Good Morning, Darling.” Lucifer’s voice was laced with lust and interest, a smug grin on his lips. The tip of Lucifer’s cock creates a dominant bulge in your stomach, resulting in your tongue escaping your lips. “Ah, Wait!” You cry out, you were quick to grab the bed sheets under you. Lucifer’s powerful thrusts rocked into your body. 

Your thighs quaking at another powerful orgasm. Your moan was strained and soft. Lucifer had kept still during that orgasm. “Squeezing me so tight. You’re going to make me fill you up, Doll.” You withered below him, your lips trembling in fear. “Please, let me go.” You cry out. Lucifer’s eyes gleam bright red in the darkness. “I just got started.” A wicked grin was seen shining in the dark,