#e ; sadistic commands

[urfavleo777]

colby brock smut alphabet

pairing: colby brock × fem!reader. posting one more time.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) He'll let you catch your breath and after will be so affectionate and sweet, nuzzling his head into your neck and giving you little kisses. “You make me feel safe” after fucking the soul out of you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His arms and his throat, for obvious reason too. He knows his arms are one hell of a looker, and he loves the way you grip them for dear life as he shows you a good time. Taking a dominant role, he tries not to reveal how much he sinks into the ground when you passionately kiss his neck. The way he rolls his eyes shows how pleased he is, but no more than for a fraction of a second. He wants to see you writhing beneath him and not take his eyes off you even for a millisecond. As for you, he treats your body like a goddamn sculpture. He’s totally obsessed with your thighs. He loves to squeeze, kiss and bite them just to tease you. And it always works.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He loves it when you give him head, loves the way his warm seed spills between your lips as you try to swallow it. He loves grabbing your roughly by your chin, smashing his lips onto yours to get a taste of himself. He is absolutely a slut for eating you out and he would go on and on about how good you taste.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He actually enjoys being a sub quite a lot. Even though he prefers to dominate, you can't count how many times he called you “mommy” when you were taking care of him. After giving him commands, he acts like an obedient puppy. Phrases like “Who's momma’s good boy?” only make him weaker.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He exactly knows your sensitive spots and there is no way he doesn't know what in hell he's doing. He's charming and knows how to use it to get what he wants, even if it's just a quick handjob or blowjob.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) “I want to sit on your face.” He’s already sold. And when you sit on his face, all of the joyful things he loves about oral sex become magnified. You love being admired by him, which gives him a lot of pleasure. He keeps a bruising grip on your thighs, adoring the creases and valleys that your body makes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) More than you'd think. He’s definitely a tease, so there will be moments where he pokes a bit of fun and the occasional ominous sadist smile.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He tries to keep up the maintenance, but sometimes he forgets. He doesn’t expect someone to shave for him if they don’t want to. He’s just glad you enjoy having sex with him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He is more filthy and mouthy than romantic during sex. He likes to hear you call him ‘daddy’ and ‘sir.’ I think after sex, he’s all goofy and romantic. He gives you lots of praises and romantic words.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Well, if he's horny, he just goes to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Choking, daddy kink, and cockwarming are Colby’s all-time favorites. He loves choking you, but if you say your safe word, he’ll drop everything and make sure you are okay. Colby loves nicknames, but he loves hearing you call him “Daddy”. He just wants to protect you, and of course, he loves the baby girl and daddy kink role play.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Colby isn’t the most adventurous when it comes to location. He would hate to give anyone some leverage over him, especially regarding his personal life so he keeps the private places. But when at home it’s a different story; the bed, the shower, the bath, any counter or table, his libido could rise at any moment leaving you with very little time before he’s pressing you down on the nearest surface, always making sure to keep his eyes on you at all times.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) When someone else flirts with his partner. He gets jealous very easily, despite what some might think. He would protectively slide his arm around your waist and introduce himself as your boyfriend, even if he isn’t. Another simple thing that would get him going is when his partner calls him Cole, preferably in a sweet little whine.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He would never do anything to hurt you. Yeah, he's into pain, but only when it comes to himself. He can't bare the idea of doing anything to inflict pain upon you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Oh he definitely prefers receiving. Pulling your hair behind your head to help guide you, feeling you gag around him struggling to take his length he loves all of it. And, oh my god, seeing you on your knees sucking him off is truly one of the most beautiful sights he has ever witnessed.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He fucks you hard and fast, so rough and brutal that you’re seeing stars.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He tires you out good and proper pretty much every single time he fucks you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Colby’s pretty loud. He whimpers, moans, groans, sometimes growls, pants a lot. It honestly spurs you on more when you hear what sounds he makes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Colby could fall asleep quite quickly afterwards, but he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he knew you were okay and well looked after. He stays awake longer than you most nights, watching sleep take you.

[otomiyaa]

Loki x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 13. “That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position.” Requested by >:3 anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

This little drabble turned into a 1.3K words fic, oops I got carried away. Hope you like it anon!

It was the basic rule and you knew that. You lost the game. Loser gets to do whatever the other asks for the rest of the day. Of course you had only agreed to the condition in order to gain power over your usually evil and sassy lover Loki, God of Misschief, but unfortunately found yourself in the opposite camp. Losers camp.

"Don't worry love. You don't think I would actually ask you things to humiliate you? Just some innocent simple things to tease my sweetheart, that's all. You know what? In order to make it easier to follow my commands, I'll offer you two choices everytime. Do you agree?" Loki reasoned with a smug smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes fondly and fiddled with your playing cards, the ones that had guided you into this losing game. You nodded.

"Alright, sounds fair to me," you answered. You knew Loki wouldn't be too bad to you, considering he was your lover after all. However you liked the idea of having at least some freedom to choose. Loki nodded.

"Good. Then starting with the first set of choices. Either you give me a kiss," he tapped his own lips.

"Or... I tickle you."

Your eyes widened at the mention of the second option, and you coughed in surprise. Tickle?! What... You shook your head and quickly leaned in to kiss his lips.

"E-easy choice," you mumbled with a blush. Loki smirked at you.

"Right?" He pulled you back and kissed you more.

The next few hours, Loki would offer you more choices, but at random. However being the evil God of Misschief, he stuck to an obvious pattern. So very evil.

Bark like a dog, or I tickle you.

Give me a massage, or I tickle you.

Braid my hair, or I tickle you.

They were innocent requests at first, but turned weirder and harder.

Feed me a donut, with your mouth, or I tickle you.

Do a handstand while singing a serenade to me, or I tickle you.

"You know I wouldn't choose the second option by now! Try something else!" you said with a red face, which was about to become even redder now that you started the crazy handstand-serenade thing. And it got even crazier, that little...!

Run into that store and yell "The Hulk is my man!", then buy cookies and leave. Or… I tickle you.

"You really are enjoying yourself aren't you!" you yelled after living through that most humiliating experience ever, and you threw the pack with cookies you bought at his face. His laughter was both maniacal and sweet.

Put these on, or I tickle you.

When Loki offered a pair of handcuffs, you should've known it was a trap. Still, you were very quick to put your hands forward, blushing at the thought of him tickling you, like you did everytime he mentioned the damn word! But the moment the cold metal clicked around your wrists and Loki waved the key between his fingers before putting it into his pocket, you knew you were done for.

"Now, spread your arms and tell me you love me... or, I tickle you," he said, slowly and teasingly, his eyes locking with yours. You swallowed and moved your hands a little, only to confirm these were real handcuffs.

"I c-can't," you said. "I can't spread my arms like this... You have to take these off first."

Loki cocked his head. "That's too bad now. I'm afraid I lost the key, and I really need this confession from you. Spreading your arms is part of the deal. Hm... I guess that leaves only one other option," he said, but you jumped back and shook your head, already giggling in anticipation.

"No no no, hehehe you trickster! That's cheating, it isn't fair!"

"I did not cheat, it is fair, I still gave you two choices," Loki explained calmly, approaching you with slow steps and a sadistic and triumphant look on his face.

"Y-you're being totally unfair, cheater! I'll get you back for this!" Your back touched the wall and you gulped.

Loki only needed a few more steps to completely cage you in. “Really? You'll get me back? That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position.”

You let out a squeak as soon as he grabbed you, and you started laughing even before you felt the long-awaited and anticipated tickles invading your body.

"Nohoho you're so mehehean!" you laughed when he tickled you with firm and steady touches, his fingers digging into your soft torso and rubbing circles almost as if he was massaging you. But damn it tickled like hell!

"I am the God of Misschief after all~" Loki said proudly, taking your cuffed hands and pushing them up over your head to pin them there, with magic. Your eyes widened when he waved both hands at you, showing you that he didn't need them to keep your arms pinned helplessly.

"You cheheheater wahahah!" you howled again when he tickled both your armpits, ribs and sides without mercy. You danced and bucked against the wall in the most uncharming manner, causing you to blush even more.

"Finally I can tickle you. I wanted to let you know that one way or another, I get what I want," Loki sang proudly. It was funny that he needed to make such a show out of it while he could've tickled you straight away from the get-go, right after winning the card game.

But no, he needed to come up with the 2 choices rule. He needed to make it into this silly game and let you do crazy things like the handstand-serenade and feeding him with your mouth, and the damn Hulk shoutout at the store, oh that was awful!

"You ahahare the wohohorst!" you shrieked, kicking your legs while the magic held your bound arms in place. Loki simply caught your leg and tickled your thigh.

"I am the worst, but you do love me," Loki said teasingly, smiling when your laughter went even pitchier the moment he tickled your thigh.

"Right?" he asked, but you were going insane with hysterical laughter.

"Nohoho! I hahahate you hehehe!" you laughed defiantly.

"Oh we both know that is a lie," he said, and yes it was kind of embarrassing that even in this helpless position, you felt like you needed to show your evil boyfriend some more attitude. But it happened. You were rude, and you paid the price. Loki lifted both your legs, making you wrap them around his waist, and he tickled your inner thighs until you were almost screaming into his face.

This was not only getting way too ticklish and tiring, but also way too embarrassing. You did love Loki after all, and looking the way you did in front of the one you loved, really was too embarrassing.

"AHAHA alrihihight I lohohove you! Hahahaha! Plehehease! Mehehercy!"

"Loki, God of Mercy, at your service," Loki teased like the brat he was. A single snap of his fingers didn't only release your hands from their magical cage, but also released your hands from the cuffs. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck for balance.

With your legs still around his waist, you were pressed between him and the wall, and you'd wipe the smug expression off his face if it weren't for this urgent desire to kiss him.

"I promise you, I will get you back for that evil prank," you said breathlessly. Loki shrugged and smiled.

"Can't wait, darling~" he answered, and finally the two of you kissed. Your own loud and hysterical laughter was still ringing in your ears, but Loki's lips against yours also set off some imaginary fireworks inside your head, which really made up for a lot of things.

But... That didn't mean you would give up any shot at revenge. Which, in the case of plotting against your powerful lover, meant that you simply had to get better at card games, beat his ass next time and claim. your. prize!

[littledeathdove]

Mother Miranda is manipulative, she likely changes certain aspects of herself when she is around a specific person or group of people. Why? To gain their trust, to have them love her until she desires to take advantage of it. It’s all to get what she wants, which is rats waiting to be used for experiments that will soon lead to the rebirth of her baby girl.

Mother Miranda is intelligent, very intelligent. She went from being just a mother to her child to becoming a mad scientist who studies something so advanced and complicated. Even though she didn’t succeed in her experiments the majority of the time, she still was able to do something many people couldn’t do. She was able to make four, possibly eight, successful super-beings out of the mold/cadou. All in 100 years. Not with a background dealing with scientific studies, just with the will to get back what she wants. Eva.

Mother Miranda is selfish, she doesn’t care about the people in the village who are willing to worship her and her ideals to the grave. She doesn’t care for the four lords who are willing to listen to her commands follow them through and be obedient to her. Well at least the majority of them. Miranda doesn’t care for that, she doesn’t care to see these people happy. All she wants is to see her dreams fulfilled and to take back what was unrightfully stolen from her, her daughter.

Mother Miranda is a perfectionist, she doesn’t settle for anything less than what she wants for her daughter. She could have taken Eveline, the girl who had the same DNA as her true daughter, the same girl who likely had the same face as her true daughter. Even with all of the things Eveline had in common with Eva and even being able to control the mold to a devastating extent, Miranda still called her a failure. She saw a flaw in Eveline, so that means that Eveline isn’t the right vessel to bring back her daughter. Her daughter must have the perfect body, the perfect host. Her Eva deserves it more than anything.

Mother Miranda is sadistic, I believe that woman like seeing people in pain. She probably lets out a chuckle every time she sees a lycan tearing up the body of a poor villager from a distance. There’s no doubting the fact she liked seeing the villagers afraid of her, afraid of what wonders around the borders of their village, afraid if they would be plucked away from their life in the village by one of her lords.

Mother Miranda is a nerd, sharp turn there, but it’s true. That woman likely talks about the mold and her experiments like it is the most interesting thing ever, because it is, to her. Oswell E. Spencer, the madman who is a co-founder of umbrella corporations, only confirmed this when he talked about the late-night scientific talks they had together during his stay in Miranda’s village. While Spencer likely started up these conversations, I could only imagine Miranda doing most of the talking once she realizes it’s about something she is interested in.

Mother Miranda is obsessive, she is obsessed over the mold, and she is obsessed over bringing back her beloved daughter. Miranda is like a train station that only has two stops, her mind only goes from one thing to another. Yeah, she focuses on other things like making sure the villagers are behaving accordingly, making sure the lords are doing what she commands, and making sure she keeps up her image to the oblivious villagers. But mainly her focus is set on two things, expanding her knowledge of the mold and bringing back Eva. It just shows how obsessed this woman can get, she does it with her whole soul.

Mother Miranda is unpredictable, you can’t have a set idea of how you believe Miranda operates. No, no, that’s not going to work for you at all. She can be doing things you know that she always does and then she suddenly is doing something completely different. It’s crazy, just like how she is. Speaking of crazy.

Mother Miranda is bat-shit insane, there is no denying it because it’s just one of her main personality traits. Chris, Ethan, and Heisenberg were all correct in saying that she’s a crazy woman. This woman decided that she was going to take the mold she found in a cave she wanted to die in, and put it in the villagers. Who thinks of that? What sane person does that? She experimented with likely more than a thousand bodies, elderly, adults, teens, children, and babies. I mean I doubt that woman had a limit she didn’t cross because she is just that unhinged.

Those are just traits I remember studying about her by memory. But you get the gist. Miranda is just crazy all in all, but she is doing it all for her daughter, could you blame her? So what if she has a few (many) bad traits? You have to love a woman who has the mannerisms of a crow and the persistence that is the size of the sun.

Now just imagine how these traits would affect you if you were to somehow gain to woman’s interest so much that she became curious. The more curious she gets the more she learns about you, and if you somehow can do things that shock her, it will lead to more. It will lead to her wanting to know more and more like a greedy salesman. She doesn’t take any interest in most things, so when you somehow make your way into her thoughts more than once while she is doing what she does best in her lab, good luck to you. Because now you have the village priestess becoming slowly obsessed with you. And both good and bad things come out of it. So have fun being a new major thing crow mama’s thinks about all the time.

Took a break from writing my one-shot to make this random ramble post. Anyway, look at this new header of my wife >:)

[ninii-winchester]

Crossed Allegiances (Final)

Pairing: Dean Winchester X reader

Word count : 4k

Warnings : angst, canon violence, language, mentions of blood, torture, character death, fluff. Not proofread.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Y/n groaned as she came back to consciousness. She blinked a few times and recognised the place she was in, the briefing room, the same room where Ketch had shot Mick. She felt herself being pushing forward slightly and she winced when the movement put a strain on her leg, the bullet was still stuck above her knee cap and a piece of cloth was tied over it, to stop too much blood loss.

She would’ve felt relieved or even a bit grateful that they weren’t going to let her bleed to death but she wasn’t. She knew the Brits were sadistic like that. They’d kept her alive, to torture her. Tilting her head upwards she came face to face with the woman she loathes more than Ketch. Dr. Hess’ wrinkly face and her smug smile made Y/n want to rip the older woman’s hair out.

“Y/n L/n.” The woman tsked walked closer to her as Ketch held the Y/e/c eyed woman. “You’ve failed to accomplish the task regarding the Winchesters.”

“Fuck you.” Y/n spat earning a slap across the cheek. Blood splattered on the ground as her head jerked to the side.

“Do you know how much trouble you’re in? You ran away from us, you failed the task and you cost us Mick.” The woman listed off the reasons Y/n was in trouble for.

“You didn’t have to kill him, you bitch.” Y/n snarled, glaring at the woman who just smirked turning away.

“Incompetence is not something we tolerate in this organisation.” She replied. “I believe you’re still useful for us, though.” Y/n’s face turned into one of confusion at her words. “You do know more about the Winchesters than you let on. And I know you wouldn’t tell us willingly. So we’ve called Lady Bevell to acquaint you.” Y/n’s eyes widened when she heard the name and she internally shuddered. She knew that woman was merciless when she wanted to be. And she was too loyal to the organisation to spare her. With a flick of Dr.Hess’ wrist Ketch dragged her away.

Back at the Bunker, Dean was pacing the war room while Sam tried to track Y/n’s location. He had hoped she’d have her phone on her and he could track her down easily but it was harder than he expected since her device had been turned off. And now he was trying to at-least find her last location.

“Dean stop pacing.” Sam chastised his brother who was walking relentlessly, his mind going a few hundred miles an hour.

“Sam she told me they’d kill her. She pleaded to me and I told her to fucking leave. And they’ve got her now.” Dean growled and closed his brothers laptop. “Stop this, we’re going to their bunker, guns blazing and we’re getting her back.” Dean ordered.

“Dean that place is a fortress. We need a plan. We can’t just barge in.” Sam argued, clearly knowing the place will be swarmed by guards. “We need backup.” Dean nodded and made some calls. Within an hour Jody, Donna and a few other hunters showed up.

“Wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important.” Dean said to Jody as she pulled him in a hug.

“What’s the deal boys?” Donna asked doing the same.

Sam explained the hunters that they’re going to raid the British Men of letters bunker and they need all backup they could. The hunters nodded in understanding. They were also fed up by the Brits trying to make them work for them.

“You shoot anyone who tries to stop you and don’t die.” Sam commanded.

“There’s hostage in there too, don’t shoot her.” Dean’s voice was hard as he spoke.

“Ah now I see.” Jacob, a fellow hunter spoke. “You’re using us to rescue some fucking girl.” He gritted feeling he was being used. He looked at the other hunters, “they want us to die for a girl.”

“It’s not some fucking girl.” Dean snapped. “You’re free to leave if you’re afraid of a fight. This is as much about taking back control as it is about saving her. Those brits have meddled in our business long enough.” He added and Jacob gulped taking a step back. He didn’t speak any further but he didn’t leave either.

Y/n screamed out loud while she was tied to a chair and Lady Bevell was cutting up her skin to make her speak. To make her tell everything she knew about Sam and Dean. But Y/n wasn’t letting up. She was trained to bear all this. She was told the monsters could capture her and torture her for all sorts of secrets. She was prepared for worse than this considering monster were merciless and but she’d came to the realisation that these people were worse than monsters, downright cruel.

“You can rest peacefully once you’ve told me everything you know. We don’t have to do this.” The blonde woman said softly but there was nothing kind about her.

“Fuck you.” Y/n managed to choke out that made Toni grab her face in her hand. Y/n spat at the woman infront of her staining her white shirt with her blood. “That’s even one percent of blood you have on your hands.” Y/n sneered.

The blonde woman was pissed off, she picked up a syringe and stabbed Y/n in the neck with it and left the room. Whatever it was in the syringe made her hallucinate. She saw Dean, but he wasn’t looking at her with kind eyes or giving her soft smile. He was approaching her menacingly, dragging a blade all over her body. She screamed and trashed in her chair. None of it was real but she didn’t know it. It felt real to her.

Dean’s heart was thudding against his ribcage as he drove the Impala towards the BMOL bunker. He thought of the worst. What if they had already killed her. He never would get an explanation. He would never get to tell her he loved her despite everything. That once again be was too late. He waited ten years to find her, hell he didn’t even find her himself and now he was too late to go to her apartment. If something happens to her he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He should’ve asked her to stay and tell him the whole truth.

Sam’s voice calling his name brought him out of the black hole he’d managed to get himself into. Sam told him they’re here and Dean should get out of his head and focus or he’d get someone killed. Or worse, himself.

Jacob’s truck broke through the security gate and Jody’s car followed behind. Dean stepped on the brakes and the Impala came to a screeching halt. The brothers jump out of the car and straight into action.

“I’m gonna go find Y/n.” Dean yelled over the sound of gunshots. Sam nodded before shooting at the guards.

“I’ll back you up.” Jody said following Dean without waiting for his approval.

Dean ventured inside the bunker shooting anyone who came in his way, kicking down doors and praying, to whoever was out there, for Y/n to be alive. Dean’s eyes darkened as he ran into Ketch. Just his luck and—the latter’s bad luck.

“Ah Dean. Here for the rescue I see.” Ketch taunted smugly. “I’d say you’re a bit too late.”

Dean’s jaw clenched at his words and he didn’t bother saying anything before attacking. “You see when I shot her in the leg, she lost a bit too much of blood.” Dean threw a punch at his face shutting him up. He grabbed his collar and smashed his head against the wall and continued to do so until Ketch managed to elbow him. He grunted before kicking him in the stomach. Ketch pulled out his gun and aimed at Dean. He heard a few gunshots from behind him. He turned to see four more guards shooting at him, he grabbed Ketch’s arm and made him shoot a guard and shot another with his own gun. The distraction had caused Ketch to slip away. The other two guards dropped and Dean turned to see Jody.

“I got this.” Jody yelled nodding at him to keep going. He gave her an appreciative nod and ran to find Ketch. He wasn’t gone too far and Dean didn’t hesitate to shoot him in the head. As much as he wanted to rip his body limb to limb he didn’t have time to waste. He had to find Y/n. After making sure the asshole was dead Dean kicked down another door. His gazw landed on a figure tied to a chair. It was Y/n. He didn’t know how to feel. He was relieved over the she was alive but her seeing her in this condition was heartbreaking. Bruised, bloodied and broken. She was squirming in her chair begging and yelling,

“Don’t hurt me please.” She cried. “No…” she was breathing heavily and the what she said next broke him. “Dean please.”

It was as if Y/n was stuck in a loop. In her mind, Dean was torturing her, he was speaking vile words to her, telling her that she was just another girl in his bed. But standing in the doorway, Dean didn’t know what she was seeing or hearing. He needed to get her out of her. He quickly moved towards her and untied her wrists and ankles from the chair. She was still mumbling his name, begging him not to hurt her and Dean tried his hardest not to break down right there. He picked her up in his arms and ran out of the room.

The shooting seemed to have stopped. He found Donna on his way and she helped him get Y/n to the Impala, he laid her on the backseat as she seemed to have completely succumbed to unconsciousness. Before Dean could ask Donna about everyone’s whereabouts Sam and Jody came out helping Jacob walk, who seemed to be shot in the leg.

“Is she okay?” Sam asked as soon as he reached his brother. He shook his head and Sam urged him to quickly drive back to the bunker. The brothers got inside the car not before quickly thanking the fellow hunters for their help.

“Lay her there.” Sam instructed as he rushed to get the medical kit while Dean laid her on the map table. Dean watched as Sam dug the bullet out of her leg, disinfected the wound and stitched her up. He placed the bandage on it, wrapping it tightly to avoid it infecting the stitches. Dean held her hand tightly.

“You’re gonna be okay, sweetheart.” He kissed her hand tightly. After Sam was done cleaning up her other wounds, which were mostly on her face and one on her collarbone. Dean picked her up took her to his room and laid her on the bed. He ran a hand over his face remembering how just a day before she was here in his bed, and he woke her up by kissing her all over her face and she smiled that beautiful smile he fell in love with.

Hours passed and Y/n didn’t wake up. Dean was quickly loosing faith but the only thing that gave him hope was the her slow heartbeat. It was weak but it was better than nothing.

“Y/n.” Dean voice cracked as tears were dripping down his cheeks. “Sweetheart please wake up. I need you. I have to…no I need to tell you I love you. I want to see those gorgeous eyes, baby please open them for me.” Still nothing.

“Dean.” Sam said entering the room. “You should clean up man, I’ll stay here until then.” He said standing next to his brother. Dean shook his head telling him no. He didn’t want her to wake up without him by her side. But Sam forced him to leave. He told he reeked of blood and it would overwhelm her once she woke up.

Another hour passed and Dean was back beside Y/n. He was sitting on the chair by his bed, staring into space. He heard a loud intake of breath beside him and he thought he had imagined it. He looked at Y/n and she her eyes were wide open. She looked at Dean and tried to sit up, backing up against the headboard, despite the pain she felt at the movement.

“Woah easy, sweetheart.” Dean raised his hands up but she looked terrified. Though it hurt him immensely he didn’t think too much about it. “Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise.” His voice soft and gentle. Not menacing like she last remembered. Her breathing regulated and she relaxed just a bit. He carefully reached his and glanced at the space beside her and she nodded. He took a seat at the bed and cupped her cheek, very slowly, not to scare her at his immediate touch. “You’re okay.” He wasn’t sure if he was convincing her or himself. For a whole minute neither of them spoke, he wanted to make sure it was all real and not some dream of his and she was too scared to say anything at all.

“I’m gonna get you a glass of water okay?” Dean said softly and she nodded. He left the room and quickly found Sam to tell him she’s awake. He told Sam to bring something for her to eat and some painkillers. He handed her the glass of water that she gulped down in one go.

It seemed that after having a minute to herself everything came back to her. She looked at Dean with a guilt ridden face. Seeing him take care of her after all she’s done, she broke down.

“Dean, I’m so sorry.” Dean quickly wrapped his arms around her and she sobbed him his chest. “Please don’t hate me.” She cried while he held her close to him.

“Shh, we’ll talk about this later. Just calm down.” He sushed her to the best of his abilities. She shook her head, crying hysterically.

“I want to tell you everything, Dean. Everything.” She sniffled. “And I’ll accept whatever you decide but please just hear me out.” She begged him. She didn’t want him to leave her. And as much as she hated talking about it, she needed to tell him.

“Okay okay.” Dean said calmly, pulling away from her to look at her face. “We’ll talk, I promise. But first you gotta eat.” Dean said sternly. As if on cue, Sam entered the room with a tray in his hand. After she finished eating much to Dean’s satisfaction. She nervously wrung her hands on her lap not sure from where to start. Sam went to excuse himself to give them space but she stopped him.

“I owe you an explanation as much as I owe one to Dean.” Sam nodded, and stayed.

“First let me start off by saying I am sorry, I know sorry doesn’t cut it, I betrayed you when you’ve been nothing but nice to me.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “The truth is, hunting was not my family business.” She looked at Sam who nodded at her to continue. “Hell I didn’t even know my parents.” Dean gave her a empathetic look. “Me and my sister were raised by the Men of Letters. We were trained to be ruthless hunters.” She closed her eyes for a second before she opened them back. “I didn’t like their ways, i hated killing people, i hated shooting guns or using blades. I was fifteen….” Both brothers frowned at the information. “They had this initiation procedure, Doctor Hess locked me in a room with another girl. Only one of us was supposed to get out of there alive. The one who was worthy of being a part Men of Letters.” Sam and Dean looked horrified at the new information.

“How could they even-“ Sam trailed off and tears sprung to her eyes. Dean held her hand tightly.

“You don’t have to continue, sweetheart.” Y/n shook her head. She needed to let out now. She’d been holding onto it for years. It’s time she let go.

“Doctor Hess told me that the other girl wasn’t worthy and it was a test just for me. If I let her kill me deliberately she’d kill my little sister and it wouldn’t be an easy death.” She sobbed, her chest tightening with each word. “I had to kill her. I couldn’t let my sister be tortured by monsters. I killed her, I became worthy. I ran to Mick and cried in his arms. He was older and had been through the same thing, he had to kill his friend. But he wasn’t like them, heartless or cruel. He he consoled me. Then I became Men of letters. And then my sister died. Ketch shot her because I didn’t follow rules to save her during a mission. I started hated those rules, their methods more than I already did and four years later Mick helped me escape.” She turned to face Dean completely.

“When I first met you Dean, I had left all that behind. Hunting, monsters, Men of letters. But then years later Ketch found me. He wanted to kill me and I honestly should’ve let that happen. But then he decided to give me this job. He didn’t know I knew you. It was just cruel fate that I had been assigned this job.” She cupped his cheek in hand, her eyes sorrowful and guilty. “I didn’t want to do it the minute I found it was you but I had no option.” She cried and Dean placed his hand over hers, gently squeezing it. “I swear Dean, if it was just me I would’ve told you everything right away. I would’ve asked you to protect me and i knew you would’ve done it but I couldn’t leave Mick behind, again.”

“I understand, sweetheart.” Dean said wiping her tears away. Sam quickly slipped out of room since it was something only Y/n and Dean should talk about.

“But then he killed him too and I just couldn’t take it anymore. So many people have died because of me.” She was breathing hard, trying not to choke on her tears.

“Hey, look at me.” Dean gripped her chin with his fingers making her look at him. “None of it is your fault.” he cooed, urging her to calm down.

“Dean I’m so sorry, I know you must hate me but please don’t make me leave. Everything we had was real. It was all true.”

“I don’t hate you, baby.” He cupped her cheeks in his large hands. “Yes I was angry and I felt betrayed but now I know you’re not the culprit just a victim.”

“You believe that?” She asked through her tears.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He kissed the top of her head. “I need you to rest now. Can you do that for me?” She nodded her head, she knew she was exhausted but she wanted to talk to Dean first and that it’s over with, all she wants to do is rest. He helped her lay back on the bed.

“Dean, can you stay?” She was scared, that Ketch might get to her. That he will find her and kill her. Dean didn’t reply instead he joined her on the bed wrapping her in his arms. She immediately snuggled closer to him. “You know Dean, I feel safe with you.” She spoke after a few minutes of silence.

“You’re safe here with me, no one’s gonna hurt you here.” Dean replied tightening his hold on her.

“Not just physically.” She replied and he looked at her confused. “I don’t get night terrors when I’m in your arms. Do you remember I woke up panting the first night we slept together?” He nodded, remembering feeling the need protect her even then. “I saw her, that girl. She haunts me in my sleep but not when I sleep next to you.”

“Well I’m gonna keep you safe from every bad thing that’s out there. And you’re stuck here with me.” He gave her a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Dean. For giving me another chance. There’s no where I’d rather be.” Dean placed a kiss to her head.

They held each other close, their bodies perfectly fitting together. Wrapped in the warmth of each other’s arms, a quiet peace settled over them. No words were needed—just the steady rhythm of their breathing in sync, comforted by the gentle rise and fall of their chests. Fingers lazily traced small circles on backs, while heads rested against one another, eyes closing in contentment. In that moment, the world outside faded, and all that mattered was the safety and calm found in each other’s embrace.

“Ketch’s dead.” Dean spoke and gasped looking up at him.

“What?”

“Yeah. I killed him. It was foolish for him to think he’d be spared after he what he did to my girl.” Dean growled and Y/n felt at her heart flutter at being called his girl.

“I love you Dean.” She blurted without thinking. Dean looked at her a bit shocked and she wondered if she’d ruin it all. Maybe she got too much inside her head. He had said he didn’t hate her, he said he understood her situation and maybe even forgave her but they never talked about beginning again, she had gotten ahead of herself.

Dean placed his lips on her softly and all of the bad thoughts were thrown out of her head. She kissed him back, desperately. As if her life depended on it. And maybe it did. Because was sure she wouldn’t be able to live a without Dean Winchester. He had her heart and her soul.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He whispered, brushing his lips against her ear and it sent a shiver down her spine. She hasn’t expected him to say it back, she didn’t expect him to be so sure.

“Dean..”

“Yes baby?”

“I just wanted you to know that I am ashamed for what I did and I need you to forgive me please.” She apologised, although she knew Dean didn’t have hard feelings for her but she needed him to know that she knows what she did was wrong.

“Don’t fret over it, honey.” Dean grinned at her, remembering that what she told him months back but when she didn’t smile his grin faltered.

“I just need you to say it.” She whispered lowly avoiding eye contact. He made her look at him.

“I forgive you Y/n.” He said firmly. “And I love you.”

Leaning in, their lips met in a kiss that was both a promise and a beginning, the final piece clicking into place. They’d been through so much, but they chose each other anyway. In that choice, they found something stronger than all the pain—each other. And that was enough.

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[gnomishcunning]

You asked someone to bite the bullet and ask abt Zevlor w a bratty partner and i am here, ate the bullet fucking whole dude. Thoughts and hcs for zev with a bratty reader? 🎤🎤🎤

shoutout to like, the eight of you who showed up in my inbox to ask. please consider this response the consolidated answer.

nsfw below the cut! MDNI

CW FOR: my headcanons bout zevlor's sex life, kink discussion, bdsm, d/s dynamics, sadomasochism, manhandling, breathplay implications, subdrop & domdrop discussion

so i mentioned this in my previous post, but for anybody who didn't witness it - i don't think bdsm is a lifestyle thing for Zevlor. he's been taking care of people his entire life, and while he adores taking care of his partner, he needs to be able to express vulnerability and relax, too.

subsequently, bdsm shenanigans are a special-occasions sex thing, maybe once or twice a month. one of you is going need to broach the subject about a session and from there, requests and preferences for the evening will be laid out, with a safe word agreed upon like, a week beforehand. for the record: he can and will be testing if you remember it

now, onto the good bits

a bratty sub and zevlor's general disposition as a dominant is effectively an unstoppable force meets immovable object hostage scenario, in the hottest and most erotic way possible

let me make this clear: he's never not dotting on you. he's kind and patient. he'll help you through your struggles and work with you to live up to expectations.

but the sweetness you've come to expect from the paladin you've fallen in love with has been put on the backburner. a better word now is mercy, because he will not let you get away with shit.

He's your Commander. it's his job to take responsibility for you and your actions, and he's going to insure you understand the full ramifications of your misbehavior

he tends to meet misbehavior with a funishment to fit the crime.

are you mouthing off? he's going to take away your ability to speak, whether that's through his fingers, his cock, or a gag. are you

ignoring him? he'll put you in a position where it's physically impossible to ignore him, whether it's bondage and shibari, or a blindfold to insure the only things you can focus on are his voice and touch.

denial is a regular tool in his arsenal. you need to behave nicely, or at the very least, submit to the funishments if you want to cum. zevlor's spent decades in tightly-wound control of himself. combine that self-restraint with the way he adores knowing how to please his partner, and he is very capable of bringing you to the very edge of oblivion, only to let it fade off and leave you frustrated.

overstimulation is another tool he utilizes, but in a very specific manner. he isn't the type to immediately increase the speed or strength of his ministrations after you'd cum, it's just...

he's relentless. he lets you cum, brings you down with a few sweet kisses, pets your thighs for a moment, and then... starts up again. he'll ring as many orgasms out of your body as he can manage, and he's not above using magic in the bedroom to make it happen. specifically: lesser restoration (and lay on hands) is among the paladin spell group (at least in 5e). have fun with that.

assuming his partner is a masochist 'corporal punishment', as he affectionately calls it, is on-board for either accidentally disobeying his orders, or playfully, purposefully disobeying. he's kind of the exact opposite of a sadist, but he enjoys the noises you make if you like it, so he's willing to compromise

he usually prefers to put you over his lap for the sake of spanking. he'd introduce a riding crop, after a very long and careful conversation about using said implement.

he'll always have you count. hells help you if you lose it

punishments, like. proper punishments, the type that make you consider the ramifications of your behavior, are only implemented after a very long and careful discussion where you communicate your desire to experience said ramifications.

unfortunately for you, he's creative, and punishments fit the crime. he's undoubtedly had some drill sargent experience, that'll rear it's head here

if you mouth off? be prepared to write lines, a dozen or fifty or a hundred

'I won't whisper filthy things to my Commander in public. I won't whisper filthy things to my Commander in public. I won't whisper filthy things to my Commander in public-'

lazying around when you promised him you'd be busy will be met with playful sparring sessions to "Get your reflexes back on track, love."

usually ending with you pinned to the ground by a hand at your throat (in a good way, you'd usually get fucked there)

if you're just being an obstinate fuck in general?

there's a wooden stool in one corner of your apartment. he can and will put you in time out, forcing you to just... sit there, and think about your thoughts, while he reads on the couch across the room, maybe enjoying a glass of while. look at you! you could've been snuggling with your hot tiefling bf, but no. you acted foolish and now you're in time out. think about what you've done.

regardless of the nature of the session, Zevlor has some staples: his mouth will inevitably find its way onto your body, whether he's teasing you with gentle kisses or bringing you over the edge with his mouth.

he still likes leaving marks behind since you can't tell me he isn't the lightest bit possessive, and it's his primary reason for never bothering with a collar. what could a little band of leather say that the ring of bruises around your neck already doesn't?

ultimately, zevlor's not really a brat-tamer. he's a brat handler. he feels no need to tame you, not when he knows you melt so easily with his attention and his touch.

now, in terms of aftercare...

zevlor's the type of dom to check in constantly, before, during and after - making sure you remember safeword, if what he's doing is okay, if you need a drink of water. this type of behavior occurs more constantly with a bratty partner, since the dynamic can sometimes obscure actual feelings and brats have a tendency to be a threat to their own health.

zevlor can also go from hot commanding officer to loving, doted partner in an instant. they're two different sides of the same coin.

his approach to centering his partner after a session is very sweet and tactile. he'd use soft praises, sweet words, and gentle touches to lure you back into your own body from that weird, floaty, no-thoughts zone of subspace.

if he'd realized it helped, he'd 100% start purring (another tiefling headcanon i'm fond of). it's deep and brassy and incredibly comforting

now, the side-effect of being in charge of legions of soldiers (including fresh and nervous recruits) is that zevlor's very efficient and effective at helping and managing the emotions of others, even if he tends to get swept up in tides of his own.

between that and how intimately he'd know the wants and needs of his partner to even safely enact a d/s dynamic (in his mind), zevlor's pretty damn good at picking up when you'd be heading into subdrop - whether it's mid-session, somewhere in the midst of aftercare, or even the day after.

managing subdrop is basically aftercare+, with the addition of insuring his partner he's a constant, constant presence. he loves and adores you, he's not going anywhere, and there's no reason to be ashamed of your desires, when they're mutually agreed-upon and enjoyed by both.

it's worth noting that zevlor's susceptible to domdrop. everyone is, but him especially - he feels his emotions deeply, especially in regards to taking care of others. he'll safeword if he's feeling overwhelmed or too out-of-control in a situation - his communication skills are too good for him not to, but. afterwards?

be prepared to put the bratty persona aside. be there for him. snuggle, reassure if you can manage words, just do everything you can to communicate how much you love him. making him focus on you, just you, is usually an effective way to interrupt the anxiety-depression-shame spiral

just keep an eye on him day-after, since the moods might linger. make sure to show him some extra affection, and maybe surprise him with something nice.

[da-rulah]

Hi! I’m new to ur acc bc I’m not on here a lot but I have a request..a uhm..sinful request 😀 do u think u can make a story (I’m a boomer at tumblr pls don’t come after me 😭) or smth abt the papas and their k!nks with the reader ? <3 I love ur confessional series btw !! 🖤

Aww thank you my lovely! I'm so glad you enjoyed Confessional! Your wish is my command...

18+, Minors DNI! For any and all genders.

Primo

Primo is a very respectful lover, and out of all of the Emeritus clan, the most vanilla.

But do not be mistaken... that doesn't mean he is just vanilla.

This man is a body worshipper. Every inch, every little bit of flesh he can kiss, suckle, nibble...

The man has a praise kink, but GIVING praise. He will constantly tell you how good you are, how soft you feel, how much he adores you, how good you make him feel.

Sensory deprivation. Not in a power play kind of way, in a "this will heighten your experience, cara mio," kind of way.

High heels. He just... loves you in them. The way they make your legs look longer, so pretty...

Scent kink. Man will be between your legs and taking the deepest breaths...

Cum eating. Cum swapping. Cumming on you. Cumming in you. Just CUM.

Secondo

Everyone thinks he's the filthiest little sadist, but I'm not sure he's the worst of the Papas...

Secondo is into voyeurism, and bonus points if he's watching you with another sibling of sin. (He especially loves it when you're both on your knees for him, sharing his dick)

And with his voyeurism kink, comes an exhibitionism kink. He'll let anyone watch, as long as you're into it too. And it's a strictly look, but do not touch what's his policy.

Bondage. Specifically, shibari. This man loves ropes, loves the pretty little harnesses he can put you into, strapping your limbs together to keep you pliable to him.

He doesn't mind some leather here and there too...

Pain. He likes to administer, likes to receive (sometimes...). Spanking and whips, but he's into some cock-stepping too.

With him, it's a fight for dominance. He'll growl at you and fight you back but he still takes the pain, likes the fight...

Claws. Down. His. Back.

Bite him. See what happens.

Terzo

Everything is a power play. Everything...

He's either completely dominant, or completely submissive. No inbetween.

Food kink. This man likes to feed, likes to indulge... He'll share food from his mouth to yours, he'll spit wine into your mouth, he'll smother you in the sweetest confectionaries. (inspired by @angellayercake's feeding Terzo fic... still not over it.)

As a dom, he's completely sadistic. BDSM? Yes. Going so far as to have a knife kink, even.

I said Secondo wasn't the worst of the papas...

In the same breath, when he's the sub, he is a subby little baby.

BRAT.

He's happy to give you the power, but he's not gonna make it easy for you...

This is a man who's gonna need restraining if you want to get anything done. And he wouldn't mind that...

Punishment. Chastity cages, cock slapping, spanking. He'll let you, and he'll thank you for it.

Copia

Oral. Giving. He loves to receive, of course he does, but to give it? Sathanas...

When he was Cardinal, he was certainly less confident and would prefer you took the reigns.

P R A I S E. We all know why...

He needs to know you're enjoying yourself, he needs to know he's doing it right, making you feel good...

Tickle that fucking taint.

He loves a good prostate massage. Hell, he'll even ask you to rim him, peg him, just make him lose himself.

As Papa, his confidence grew, and domming is not so difficult anymore. Mostly because he feels like it's his role now, and he should be, but he enjoys how powerful it makes him feel.

He will still want you to peg him.

Mild sensory deprivation.

TOYS. Oh my god, he loves toys. He loves using a wand on you, he loves watching you fall apart. He'll give you vibrating panties to wear through the day... But also, ride him with a prostate massager in? Oh my god, he's PUTTY in your hands.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Christmas | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Your dearest friends from Twisted Wonderland have landed in your world. Whether by blunder of the mirror or an outside source their stuck just in time for the holidays. It’s Christmas and the party is here your Christmas royalty and your ready to show these sad men from Twisted Wonderland what your all about! Especially since they all seem to be fighting over someone lately.

“Alright boys get your fairy-tails in gear! I’m not called the Queen/King of Christmas for nothing!”

Hanging Decor with Floyd Leech

You groaned as you balanced the untangled garland around your body. Realizing that the only ladder you could use was under and in service of Riddle who was intent on properly straightening the decor he directed his dormmembers put up. Standing on some stairs you called out to the only one who could help.

“Floyd! Here, boy! Floyd!” 

Weeks ago you might’ve been scolded for calling your friend like a dog but after living with the sadistic-eel-mer-corset anything to avoid his destruction was promptly ignored. He came dashing past others without care before skidding to a stop in front of you.

“Turn.”

Like clockwork, he followed your command as you hopped on his back initiating a piggyback ride. Apparently, no one in Night Raven was ever brave enough and they weren’t you to ask this giant if he liked to give piggyback rides. All too easily are you able to train this giant into being your speedy, tall method of transport.

“I need you to hold me steady while I hang this Garland.” 

You proceeded to struggle as Floyd randomly shifted his weight and bounced you against his back. When you did try to gain some stability he’d only readjust his hold from the groove behind your knee to your upper thigh. Giving it a tight squeeze causing you to squeal before attempting to focus. 

“Ne~Ne~Shrimpy? How about you get higher, yeah? Climb up on my shoulders!” 

You rolled your eyes before doing just that, finally getting in the position to hang the garland to hang where you wanted it to. You found while Floyd continued to shift his head and body you could easily stabilize yourself if you simply tighten your thigh’s grip around his head. When you felt Floyd’s hand come up to press further relieve the tightness of your hold you internally chuckled at the irony. Nonetheless, you completed your task finally relenting to let Floyd have the playtime he so rightfully earned. 

“Well then Floyd, go ahead. What game do you want to play now?”

“This game where you try squeezing me!”

“Like with a hug? Sure, then let me down and I’ll-”

“No! No, we’re already playing just keep closing your legs.”

“B-but this is kind of embarrass-”

“I might just be out of the mood to help with any more decorating.”

“Ok ok just don’t walk around…I don’t want the other guys to see…”

“Okay!”

Floyd had no intention of that happening in the first place. Not because he didn’t want to flaunt how tightly your thighs were squeezing on his face. Because he did. It was more so that he couldn’t have anyone witnessing his own reaction. To say the mer-eel was excited was an understatement. He was practically drooling at the pressure you were applying to his head; no doubt a knee-jerk reaction to being so embarrassed. He didn’t need anyone to see him practically shrilling in arousal. 

“F-Floyd!? H-hey!? Tap me if you want out! Please! Please!” 

Vil and the Christmas Closet (Vil, Kalim, Idia)

This was something you both dreaded and celebrated. To let the closest professional in fashion and culture that’d you’d ever meet, his opinion mattered quite a lot. Especially to your Christmas collection of funny to charming sexy outfits to wear until the New Year. 

“If you claim such a position of the holiday then I’d expect you to have the wardrobe to show for it!” 

You expected no less from Vil Schoenheit. Demanding before festivities were held that you model your closet for him. Knowing full-well that he’d most likely definitely tear you apart you invited some…neutral team players.

“I’m sure you’ll look great in everything you wear!”

“W-why am I here?”

Kalim was a wonderful team player. You doubted the man had an insulting bone in his body. Idia on the other hand was here on account of your support and Vil dragging him here with the message being: ‘Here video-game-obsessed potato, bear witness to an otaku with actual fashion sense.’

With bated breath you walked out from behind the visor, giving the group a turn before striking a pose. 

“That’s fitting…if you were someone’s grandparent.”

“That is fair.”

Ouch. But you could take it.

“What fun! Can I wear it when we do our contest?! I think you look super inviting.” 

“Aww, thanks Kalim!” 

“Hey. Focus!”

Vil interjected scoffing and pouting as he waited for Idia to respond. Poor Idia seemed to be crying in the corner…oh…wait…nevermind.

“Hahhahahaha even I think that looks ridiculous! It's like you equipped a rigged piece of armor that just drains your likeability! Hahaha!”

“I assume that’s ‘game speak’ for–never go outside the house like this?”

“Hahaha, that’s an understatement!”

 Going through your closet was more or less the same. Vil would either give a generous or honest take, Kalim would cheer in support without actual direction, and Idia would crudely rate it based on otome love interests who, in his opinion, got this thing right.

“No no! This is all wrong! Is this seriously the only type of tie you wear!?”

“Well no I have these-”

“Noo I can’t have my true love doing this much for a mere holiday!”

“Wait what’s wrong with–”

“Says you Idia-san! I loooveee these ties and I love (Y/n) in these ties!”

“Oh please! Your just saying that because that's all you’d want to see on them! With your freaky normie fetishes.”

“Uhm hold on–”

“I think you should be more honest about your feelings! You were thinking the same about that hat I’m sure!”

“You-!”

“Ahem! Anyway, the point is your collection is sub-par. Therefore,” he smirked making you realize this may have truly been the aim, “I’ve already purchased fitting replacements.”

All on hangers wrapped in expensive packaging he pushed them into your person until you conceded and disappeared behind the visor.

“B-but Vil these look so pricey…I don’t want to take your money.”

“Please. You know the quality of these will outlive any ugly sweater and besides, I don’t plan to spare any expense on your beauty.”

You struggled a little but were eventually able to squeeze into the form-fitting bodice of the outfit all while verbally convincing them that you were just fine. 

“Gahk! Wow.”

“Uhm (Y/n) are you alright? Do you want me to come back there!?”

“What? Ah-”

“Kalim I’d think you’d try to be less obvious about your intentions. But if you do need help darling I am the one that ordered those thus I should be the one to help.”

“Hahaha thats real nice of you Vil but I got this! I have to fit into clothes all the time!”

“That are tailored to fit you.”

“Vil your talking as if you don’t either.”

“Touche.”

You made a show of coming out from behind the visor lifting the trailing skirt of the suit as if it were a dress. Letting it drop as you posed for dramatic effect.

“So what do you guys think?”

Everyone seemed so stunned; you could only hope it was in the good way. As if to soothe your fearful heart when Idia not so subtly pointed his picture to you as he took a picture.

“Y-you really look like the Winter spirit. The white looks…magnificent on you!”

“Thanks Idia.”

You smiled at him, letting your ego be boosted by the pink tips that seemed to spread throughout his hair. Completely oblivious to the way all three of your audience kept getting closer; close enough to touch.

*Smack* 

“Hands off Idia. Your grubby hands are sure to make stains.”

“But your hands on their–”

“I’m adjusting.”

Vil in fact was adjusting the suit of the torso, showing you the proper way to wear it comfortably, because rich people have it different. You failed to really take into account the lingering touches that the supermodel was giving, writing it off as him fussing over your outfit. 

Vil stepped back but only a little to admire his work, “I knew you’d look good in white. Now you can truly look the part for that title.” 

“Thanks a lot, Vil! I really appreciate it!”

“Of course, you deserve it my love.”

“Wow, you look like you’re about to get married! Would you marry me?”

“What?!” Kalim beamed hugging you by your waist purposely drawing attention from Vil who was respectfully still in front of you.

“Hey! That’s a forbidden question!” Idia piped. 

“Don’t answer that potato, (Y/n). I already know what you’ll say.”

“Uhm–”

Sleeper Squad (Leona, Silver)

The fire kindled in its place, the weighted comforters you collected, and the continued buzz in your stomach from the hot chocolate you happily downed moments before. You were ready for your Christmas nap. Having spent the whole day tirelessly preparing for Christmas festivities you were finally letting yourself sleep. That is until you stepped on something warmer than your rug.

“S-silver?”

Hearing nothing but a relaxed puff from the sleeping knight who was faceplanted on the carpet. You debated leaving him there for your nap but ultimately decided if there were anyone you would have been wiling to share your nap time with it’d be the ultimate napper of Night Raven. You buckled down working to carry Silver’s deadweight off the ground to plop him on the arm of the couch you originally had reserved for yourself.

“Phew, okay now its time for my nap!”

“Good I’ll join you.”

You snapped towards the other side of the couch where Leona was already pulling at your blankets and shifting into the cushions of the couch. You refrained from starting a one-sided fight with the Savvannaclaw dorm leader and instead to spite him you curled up next to him on him. Cozying into his your puffed your chest, holding your chin up high as you pulled at the blankets. It wasn’t long before the pull of sleep became more intense letting the smug teasing you would have done become mumbles. Completely unaware of the way his emerald eyes widened before closing them to growl possessively into you as he curled in on himself. Lulled by the vibrations of his growl you just barely heard and answered the question Silver tiredly groaned. 

“(Y/n)? You’re taking a nap too? Can I…zzz…come to?”

“S-sure.”

Wasting no time he crawled from his side of the couch to comfortably snuggle into the opening in the blanket. Cozying around to put an arm around you, Silver fought sleep as he could vaguely feel the other arm holding you into their owner’s chest. 

“Grrr back off,” Leona seethed through his teeth as if any noise would of roused you at this point. He was already aware of the sleepy Silver falling asleep in the crook of your chest. What he wasn’t expecting was for the preciously closed eyes to flutter open in a glare directed at him. Before Leona could raise alarm Silver was already fast asleep along with you, who was tiredly accepting the warmth of the notorious nappers.

“C-*Yawn*-’mon L’ona, lets sleep.”

He relished in the tired call from his mate and proceeded to inch closer to your behind, breaking the barrier, where Silver was tightly holding onto you, with his arm. Fully placing himself as your big spoon resting himself on your shoulder he could see the grey glare of Silver as he adjusted himself begrudgingly. 

With that the sleeper squad was assembled and doing the only thing they could agree upon. 

An Intro-course to Cheesy Hallmarks (Riddle, Ruggie, Idia)

“I’ve gathered you all today because I have deemed you all to be the most out of touch with modern interests. And during Christmas, I’d be a monster not to introduce you to not only the tradition but the example these cheesy Hallmarks show for possibly problematic relationships!.”

You could already see Riddle’s stern face of silent rebuttal before he shrunk back into the couch. Since you had come back to your world you had decided it was the perfect oppurtunity to try and get implement your self-subscribed therapy…or thats what you called it. 

“Idia you already know why you’re here. right?”

“Yes it's typical of me not to invest any time in Normie movies but I’ve heard of the dumpster fires these movies can be and I can’t wait!”

“That’s the spirit!”

“Wait! Why am I here?! I’m not socially inept like Riddle!”

“Hey!” 

“No worries you are just here because you have good taste!”

“Yeah!” 

Ruggie’s cheering was looked at with distaste by Riddle and Idia who were both contemplating setting him on fire. Noticing the tense aura the two were giving off you frantically caught their attention. 

“Anyways you guys get comfy while I get snacks ready!” 

They watched as you rushed away, waiting until you were completely out of ear shot before deciding to release some of the building tension. With arms behind his head and a smug smirk on his face he boasted to the others. 

“Did you hear? I’m the one with good tastes Nishishishishi.”

“...yes.” “We heard.” Riddle and Idia responded no longer hiding the deathly glare on their face. 

Ruggie hummed, “Then I’m sure you could hear the wedding bells already ringing.”

“What?!” “Huh?!”

“Don’t you see? They know I have class and it’ll just be a matter of time before they realize we’re the perfect match for one another.” Ruggie pressed further relishing in the vein popping from Riddle’s head as the prefect clutched at his pants. Idia cringed before letting out his own response. 

“Ewww, you think they’re going to settle. For a normie like you?! Please, you’ll be lucky to be invited to our wedding. A normie like you wouldn’t understand it though, it’ll be anime-themed.”

“Right like they’d even sleep in the same bed as you! No offense, but your like the biggest nerd I know. ”

“And?! You think they’d want to be with a shifty normie, like you? Ha I doubt it!”

The two bickered back and forth with various insults leaving Riddle to excercise the breathing techniques you had worked on him with.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Now Smell.

Popcorn and hot chocolate? Nice.

Now taste. 

Nothing now.

Now listen.

“...well I don’t expect (Y/n) to realize their suddenly madly in love with Dr. Frankenstein!”

“...its obvious your too busy following that alpha chad to actually care about them!”

Speak.

“(Y/n)’s not going to be with either of you.”

“Huh?!” “Who says?!” 

“I do and I’m willing to behead either one of you if you get in my way.”

Ruggie and Idia were livid each moving to strangle confront him in the middle of the couch stopping when you reentered the room with popcorn in hand. You excitedly went on about the recorded movie you had chosen completely unaware of the passing birds being flipped and silent threats being made as you finally joined them on the couch. 

“Alright lets get this show! on the road!” 

You cheered as you cozied into your spot between Riddle and Idia who both were enduring the drooped ears and glare from Ruggie. For the two by your side it was all fun and games before the movie started but as the show commences they’re playing a different tune. Idia’s the first to suffer atempting to reach for the popcorn bowl in your lap only to grab a squeeze of something else. 

“U-h! Idia!?”

“What?!”

“Your hand!”

“What?!”

“I-its squeezing my chest!”

“.....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

You try and assure him that it was okay to make the mistake while reaching in the dark. But he was far too embarrassed or so he says to even stay and continue the movie, claiming he had to excuse himself to his room to cleanse himself from his perverted actions. Dismissing himself while cradling the offending hand all with pink fiery hair as he disappeared. Riddle shivered in disgust as he caught a glimpse of the lovesick smile on Idia’s face. He shook his head before looking towards the screen. It was him against Ruggie. 

He kept his cool watching the movie as he periodically sent a look to the hyena boy who was scooching uncomfortably close to you. With speed and precision Ruggie was already moving an arm behind you, slowly slinking behind you to pull that move. 

“Here (Y/n), got you a blanket for our binge watching.”

“Aw thanks Riddle! Wanna share?”

“Of course!” 

Riddle happily pulled the blanket he dropped behind your head to the front expertly removing the hair pins that were dug into the couch. He smiled wider as he registered the wet liquid lingering on the needle. To add to his satisfaction Ruggie was silently wrapping a bandaid on himself, stifling a growl as he watched Riddle snuggle close to you. 

“Oh so you like that Red? Trust me your going to see this trope a hundred different times.”

Mistletoe with Malleus

“I’m happy to find you out here, my child of man.”

“Mal-mal?”

You turned from looking out from the balcony of the venue you were in. Wearing the modernized cloak with green glowing accents Malleus stood letting his horns appear with the green firelights. You smiled as you leaned on the beam, filled with the nostalgia of your meets at Ramshackle. 

“Well isn’t this a familiar scenario, eh Tsun-o-taru? Are you having fun?”

“I suppose you could call it that but in truth I value our meetings over any gala.”

You chuckled, thanking him before you invited him to stand under the cover of the balcony as you looked at the dazzling lights of the city below. You pulled his arm next to you as you leaned slightly over the rail to point at the grand cathedral, you had visited days before. Smiling at the memory you couldn’t register the obsessed look on the dragon-fae’s face as he witnessed the textures of your face.

“See? You can even see the gargoyles from all the way up here.”

“Mmmh. I appreciate the themed spot lights on them. The decorations there were superb I cannot say the same for this venue.”

“What?! What d’ya mean?”

“Well for one the tree wasn’t green. Who in their sane mind decorates a black tree?”

You giggled as he continued.

“The decoration is non-parallel. For instance the collection of berries hanging on only this beam and not the others.”

You snapped your attention to the beam above locating the naughty plant as you felt the heat rising on your cheeks.

“Ah-uhm! A Malleus you don’t know what this is?”

He looked pointedly to you at the name before trying to identify the reason for your fidgetting.

“No. Should I?”

You could feel the heat continue to consume your face as you had to explain.

“W-well Miseltoe is..uh..a plant that has a sort of…a tradition…”

The blushing only got worse as Malleus cutely tilted his head as you continue to fumble this explanation.

“This tradition is…well…let me just show you, would you please give me your hand.”

Smiling in intrigue he did just that, truly curious as he watched you embarrassingly take his hand. 

In a moment it felt as though the snow circled around you two like magic. The muffled sounds of the party ceased and Malleus could barely registering the intake of breath he refused to release. Not as you bent down kissing the glove on his hand like a prince to his princess in tales of old. The sight of your eyes looking up at him as your lips left the cloth of his glove sent him into waves of euphoria, hardly containing the tail he kept hidden. 

For you it seemed as if Malleus was frozen. You hoped it wasn’t in horror but in shock. Either way you released your hold on his hand as you shrugged.

“The tradition for  mistletoe is that you kiss whoever is under it with you. I didn’t want to overstep and kiss you on your face since that’s–”

“Perfect.”

“W-what?!” 

His emerald orbs seemed to glow with hunger as he pulled you into him by your waist. He tightened his hold on you using one hand to cradle your back and the other to hold your head into his as he kissed you. The first kiss was innocent, a kiss meant to reciprocate a feeling of interest isthere before diving for more. Harshly kissing at your closed lips before locating an opening to shove his lengthy tongue. Even as you pulled at his hair with your oxygen running out, all that was met with was the curling of his tail against his and your body. When he finally does release you you could only lean on the beam as Malleus continued to cage you against it. 

“It seems we are still under the mistletoe. It is only right that we pertain to the tradition.”

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Whumpy Words

Send me more and I'll add 'em when I get the chance:)

A

Abandon

Abducted

Abuse

Ache

Aftermath

Agonising

Agressive

Ashtray

Asphyxiate

Attack

Attempt

Auction

B

Beaten

Beg

Bloodied

Blubber

Bound

Branded

Broken

Bruised

Burned

C

Cannibalism

Chilling

Choke

Chronic

Coerce

Cold

Command

Comfort

Conditioned

Contained

Cower

Crawl

Creepy

Crucified

Cruel

Cry

Cult

Cut

D

Dark

Decapitate

Defiance

Dehumanise

Dehydration

Deprived

Dissociate

Drained

Drown

Drugged

E

Enable

Entertainment

Escape

Electrocution

Exhaustion

Experiment

Exposed

F

Fear(less)

Feral

Forced

Forgotten

frostbite

G

Gag

Good

Gore

Grief

H

Hallucinations

Harm

Heave

Hot

Human weapon/shield

Humiliation

Hyperthermia

Hyperventilate

Hypothermia

Hysterical

I

Illness

Impale

Incapable

Infected

Inflict

Intrusive

J

Jarring

Jeer

Jittery

K

Kidnapped

Kill

L

Limp

Looming

Lost

M

Malicious

Masochistic

Master

Maul

Missing

Mistreat

Mock execution

Muffle

Mutilate

Muzzle

N

Naive

Nervous

Non-consensual

Numb

O

Obey

Obedience

Overstimulated

Ownership

P

Pain

Panic

Pathetic

Pet

Photographed

Power-hungry

Prey

Protest

Punish

Purified

Q

Quiver

R

Reactive

Recovery

Refusal

Relief

Rescue

Restrained

Rigid

Rules

S

Sacrifice

Sadistic

Scar

Scream

Sedate

Seize

Selfish

Sensitive

Shiver

Shock

Sob

Starvation

Stockholm syndrome

Stoic

Stress positions

Suffocate

Suspended

T

Taint

Tased

Taunt

Tears

Tentative

Threats

Torment

Torture

Training

Trauma

Trapped

Trembling

U

Unrecognisable

Unsafe

Unwilling

Upset

Used

V

Vanish

Vigilante

Villainised

Violate

W

Waterboard

Weaken

Weapon

Whip

Whimper

Whine

Writhe

Z

Zap

[almostaccurateninjagoquotes]

Harumi: The kid has great potential. She may become a captain or even a commander.

Mr. E: Or a psychopath.

Killow, running for his life: She’s got a weapon! She's got a weapon!

Ultra Violet: *sadistically laughing while chasing Killow with a machete*

[barleytaegyu]

The Baddest Supervillain🃏

╰┈➤ taegyu gotham city au

・❥・ wip, 1.4k words

・❥・ rated e

・❥・ power bottom taehyun

・❥・ service top beomgyu

・❥・ feminization

・❥・ knife play

・❥・ murder mention

・❥・ slight dub con

・❥・ masturbation, orgasm

summary:

Kang Taehyun as Harley Quinn has the handsomely detective, Choi Beomgyu, held captive against his will.

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"I like you like this... all tied up for me," Taehyun said affectionately, admiring the detective as he gently caresses his soft cheek with delicate fingers. Fingers from a hand of a murderer.  

Beomgyu tensed at the touch and condescending words. He feels apprehensive with his hands and legs tied firmly to the chair he's secured on.

There is no escape.

"Please," Beomgyu pleads with a shaky breath. "Let me go."

With a glint of mischief in Taehyun's eyes, he straddles the detective's lap. He sits himself down and adjusts his position until he's comfortable. Beomgyu almost groans at the sudden contact, inhaling sharply. Then Taehyun starts playing with the detective's hair. His dominant hand moves in gentle motions, disheveling the hair he's fondling like Beomgyu is some sort of pet. His right hand holds the knife in a threatening grip near the detective’s neck.

Beomgyu remains still as possible while this villain is straddled on top of his lap. He is afraid that if he squirms with even a slight movement, he's dead. His heart is racing and his blood is pulsing hot.

He's undeniably trapped.

Taehyun tsks, " I don't think so baby. In fact, I want you. I want you to heed my every command. How about that detective? Will you allow me to be your master?"

Ultimately, Taehyun not only wants more control than he already has on Gotham City but he also desires a pretty plaything, mostly for his entertainment. And having someone from the justice system, under his power who obeys to his every command? It would be an added bonus if this detective submits to him because his beautiful visuals will definitely have Taehyun achieve both goals.

Taehyun is enraptured with this feasible outcome.

However, Beomgyu thinks he will be nothing but a mere puppet for the villain.

Little did the detective know Taehyun thought of him as something more.

"What's in it for me?" Beomgyu boldly asked.

"I won't kill you darling," Taehyun giggled then leans closer until their lips are almost touching. "Be mine and you'll get to live." He places the knife's blade delicately on the detective's pretty neck. Sudden thoughts about marking the man appear in his sadistic mind.

Taehyun has a twisted imagination.

Then Taehyun starts to softly grind on the lap he’s planted on. Beomgyu attempts to suppress a moan from the pressure and friction but embarrassingly fails.

To Taehyun's surprise, Beomgyu doesn't tell him to stop. Instead the man underneath him slowly begins to surrender in his mercy.

The villain who is slightly moving his hips with purpose flashes a cunning smile and Beomgyu's heart clenched at the single dimple that appears. All of his unsettling thoughts suddenly dissipates.

Beomgyu has no choice but to take the torturous pleasure as he thought about how his life is on the line.

Or was it actually? Taehyun wouldn't ever kill him, unless he crosses him of course yet Beomgyu indeed doesn't know that. However, he would rather not be murdered by a dangerous villain so he decides to submit in utter defeat.

"Okay," Beomgyu whispered while panting heavily.

"Hmm? What was that?" Taehyun asked mockingly as he slowly tilts the detective's head so his mouth can latch on the delectably tempting neck. Beomgyu gasps as Taehyun licks and suckles sweetly.

"I-I'—."

It was difficult for Beomgyu to formulate words. Taehyun smiles as he doesn't falter his sweet torture, gradually grinding and sucking harder. He felt elated when he could feel the detective underneath him becoming hard.

Taehyun couldn’t be more thrilled that his scheme was working.

"Say it darling. What is it you want to say?"

After a moment of accepting the pleasure he was receiving, Beomgyu moans, "please."

Taehyun halts his actions and lifts his head from Beomgyu's neck to gaze at him, smiling fondly at his captive. He snakes an arm around Beomgyu’s shoulder and neck possessively, pressing himself impossibly closer to the body he’s engulfing. His hand continues to fondle the soft hair on the back of Beomgyu’s head.

"Please what darling?"

"M-More," Beomgyu rasped.

"More what?"

Although Taehyun already knew exactly what Beomgyu wanted, he enjoys teasing him.

"Don't stop."

The knife is still gripped in the villain’s right hand while he lightly traces it on the detective’s cheek, neck and exposed collarbone.

"Just tell me you're mine and I won't."

Beomgyu shudders at the knife on his skin and his heart races.

"I-I’m yours."

A smirk appears on Taehyun’s lips.

"That's right darling. You're mine."

Taehyun cups his face as he slowly leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on Beomgyu's lips, as if he was sealing the agreement like a contract. He continues to kiss Beomgyu with ease while Beomgyu forcibly kisses back. After a moment, Taehyun bites his bottom lip harshly and a sudden whine comes out of Beomgyu from the pain.

Taehyun slightly pulls away from Beomgyu’s lips with a unrestrained tug from his teeth and says, "The first thing that I want you to do for me is beg. Beg for me."

Beomgyu softly says with no hesitation, “Please."

"Please what?" Taehyun asked sternly.

The only answer Taehyun receives is a whimper which makes him change his demeanor.

"Do you want me to take care of this?" Taehyun asked softly as he caresses Beomgyu's hardness with a feather-like touch.

"Please."

Taehyun hums in satisfaction.

"I'm going to take care of myself first. You can watch."

Taehyun stands up and places the knife on Beomgyu’s lap. Then he disregards his shirt and plaid skirt while Beomgyu stares with anticipation, eyes widening the moment he sees Taehyun in lace panties. Beomgyu watches intently while Taehyun feels himself over the panties. Taehyun notices Beomgyu swallowed hard and giggles at the aroused detective. He knows the detective likes what he sees, it was obvious to him that Beomgyu was biting back a moan at the view. He strips out of the remaining undergarment seductively. He holds the panties in his right hand and picks the knife back up with the same hand before he plops his bare ass back onto Beomgyu's clothed lap, adjusting himself onto the perfect spot so he can feel Beomgyu's hardness. He smiles victoriously when Beomgyu made a strangled noise at his movements.

Momentarily, Taehyun brings his left hand to Beomgyu’s mouth and presses his thumb against the bottom lip, lightly swollen from the bite.

"Open."

Beomgyu obediently does what is he told then Taehyun slowly enters his fingers inside the wet cavern, biting his lip when he hears a soft moan that came from Beomgyu. Once satisfied with the amount of wetness coating his fingers, Taehyun pulls his fingers out and replaces them by shoving his panties inside instead.

"Hold onto these for me yeah?” Taehyun asked, patting Beomgyu’s cheek with his wet hand.

Doe-eyes blink at Taehyun before he receives a nod. He internally coos at the innocent look.

Taehyun starts to pleasure himself while Beomgyu has no choice but to watch. He thumbs his tip, smearing the precum then strokes himself. When he gradually picks up his pace, small whimpers and moans escape.

“I wish this was your hand doing this to me,” Taehyun quaked, knowing that Beomgyu’s hands are tied.

Taehyun purposely moves the knife in between their body as he releases, cum lands onto Beomgyu’s clothes and his knife.

After Taehyun calms down from his high he pouts, feigning innocence.

“You made me cum on my knife.”

He takes his panties out of Beomgyu's mouth, tossing it somewhere then lifts the knife closer to his face.

"Clean it for me darling."

Beomgyu obeys and opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Taehyun carefully presses the side of the knife on Beomgyu’s tongue, where the cum is glazed, yet making sure the blade doesn't slice Beomgyu. He willingly licks it clean with his eyes closed. The sinful scene makes Taehyun’s dick twitch.

After there is no cum left on the knife, Taehyun takes it away. He pecks a quick kiss on the detective’s lips adoringly.

There is a possibility he may be in love with this detective already.

“As much as I want to ride you until you’re squirming and whining underneath me, I unfortunately have a meeting to attend to. Sorry I can’t help you this time.” Then he leans closer to Beomgyu’s ear and whispers, “Just wait for me until I see you again.”

The disapproving sound Beomgyu makes has Taehyun slightly hard again yet he dismisses the detective that’s currently in denial. Taehyun leans back as his eyes darken. He says menacingly, "You belong to me now detective Choi Beomgyu and no one else."

Then instantly Taehyun’s expression softens before he stands up abruptly, picking up his clothing items that were discarded on the floor. He intentionally bends down where his exposed ass is facing the tied up detective. The action was deliberate, he knows Beomgyu is painfully hard and he tends to keep it that way until he leaves.

Taehyun informs nonchalantly as he dresses himself, “I will have someone untie you and escort you back to your place.”

Beomgyu cries out, “B-But..”

Before Taehyun exits the door, he turns around to stare at Beomgyu with such fondness it makes Beomgyu’s stomach twist in knots.

The pitiful detective, all tied up with a noticeable boner and a mark on his neck to let everyone know he belongs to someone. Except the person he belongs to isn’t just anyone.

The person Beomgyu belongs to now is the baddest supervillain in Gotham City.

“We’ll be together again. Wait for me darling.”

╰┈➤ full prompt on twitter - Link

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

The Real Winter Soldier, Part Three

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Winter x Greg (Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Winter finally gets his first date with his Lieutenant, and it goes... Predictably.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 3691

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) CW: BDSM, utter depraved smut.

𝐀/𝐍 -> It was demanded from me, so here's part three. Love you, Sailor.

Prompts met; - ‘Double Penetration’ – @anyfandomdarkbingo ; - ‘First Date’ – @fandombingo ; - Sensory Deprivation’ – Gen Prompt Bingo, - ‘Culture: Talking About Sex’ – @multifandom-flash , Taboo – 6046; - ‘Sadist’ - Multifandom Flash – BDSM, - ‘These are Things Man Was Not Meant to Know’ – Multifandom Flash  Mini-Event, Round Two – 4047, - ‘Beat Them at Their Own Element’ - Multifandom Flash  Mini-Event, Round Two – 2031, - ‘Shy Finger-Twiddling’ - Multifandom Flash  Mini-Event, Round Two – 2032. - ‘Eat Me Out’ – @sweetspicybingo (sweetheart bingo), - ‘Love’ – @julybreakbingo (4x4); - ‘Sweat’ – July Break Bingo (5x5); - ‘Condescending Praise Kink OR Degradation Kink’ – July Break Bingo (6x6); - ‘Oral Sex OR Phone Sex’ – July Break Flash Bingo; - ‘Kink: Cowgirl’, ‘Love as Attentiveness’, ‘Monster Under the Bed or Secret Identity’ – July Break Bingo (7x7); - ‘Kink: Creampie’, ‘Comfort’ - July Break Mini Bingo.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Divider comes from our infinitely talented partner, @unfortunate-beetle-and-friends ! Boards below the text:)

The afternoon of our date, a package appeared on my doorstep.

My head cocked curiously as I placed the carboard box on the table. It wasn’t large, but surprisingly weighty for the size. Fingers brushing the tape, I smiled softly at the only distinguishing mark on the box – a small, sparking snowflake sketched in one corner, delicate and precise.

I tugged gently at the tape, mouth running dry as the contents were revealed.

My fingers shook as I pulled out the scrap of paper, heart hammering in my chest.

I expect these to be in place for our date tonight.

I touched the boxes inside tentatively, blushing softly at the images depicting their contents before removing each with a reverent delicacy, eyeing the clock in anticipation.

I’d had to consult the internet for the best way to prepare my hitherto-unused ass – but I couldn’t deny that the slender dildo positioned inside me was intoxicating.

The larger of the two was more familiar by now, but the way it followed the curve of my body to press almost tenderly against my clit was… Different.

He was already seated when I entered, leaning back in his chair, collar undone and sleeves rolled up to the elbow. I felt my abdomen flutter at the mere sight of him, hyperaware of the toys buried inside me at his command.

He was on his feet before I reached the table, drawing out my chair and pressing a kiss to my cheek as I blushed. “That colour looks good on you,” he purred playfully, brushing a tender thumb over my jaw, and I felt myself grow darker, ducking my head shyly as I slid into my seat.

“Uh… Nice place,” I replied, glancing around the Italian, forcing myself to remain calm so he couldn’t see my nervousness.

He might be more experienced… But tonight, it’s my turn.

He settled himself opposite, silent for a moment as he considered me. Leaning forward onto his forearms, he fixed his dark eyes intensely on mine. “Did you do what you were told?” he breathed, and I couldn’t look away as I nodded weakly.

“I did,” I replied softly, and he grinned, predatory and seductive.

“Good boy. How do you feel?”

Time to shine.

I mirrored his position, leaning forward with my arms on the table, offering him a saccharine-sweet smile. “Deliciously full… Though my ass would feel much better stuffed with your cock.”

He blinked owlishly, my confidence catching him off-guard and leaving him momentarily wrong-footed, “I- Yeah, I-I’m sure it would…”

“You do stretch out my pussy incredibly, after all,” I added nonchalantly, taking a sip of my water to hide my smile at the infinitesimal drop of his jaw.

“Feels pretty incredible from my end, too,” he replied after a moment, clearing his throat when his voice cracked. “But you… You feel good? Comfortable?”

I nodded, leaning back in my chair to fold my arms across my chest, draping one leg luxuriously over the other and smirking when the motion drew his eye. “Very good,” I purred, dropping my gaze to the menu before me. “Though I’m somewhat regretting choosing a date that required us to wear pants.”

His gulp was audible, and I glowed internally, enraptured by my power over him – this man who had surely seen and done more than I could imagine, and yet here he was, squirming visibly in his seat.

Over me.

We kept the conversation polite and free of more private subjects while we ate - discussing our lives, both past and present, aims for our future, and the things that brought us to where we were.

“It sounds like you’ve lived a hard life,” he’d observed, never looking away as I briefly recounted my seventy years under HYDRA service. I could only nod at his tender gaze, a surprising lump swelling in my throat, touched by the concern he showed.

His own offered history had been just as vague, telling briefly of naval service and implying interactions of his own with the surreal and fantastical – in the most horrifying and haunting of ways, judging by the way his eyes glazed over as he caressed faint scars on the back of his hands absently. He didn’t offer more information, and I didn’t ask – the cursed look in his eyes was painfully familiar, and said more than his words ever would.

Inevitably, however, the conversation turned teasing and flirty as we ordered dessert, and I marvelled in his ability to be utterly confident hitting on me in public; I found myself glancing around, cheeks flushed, when he mentioned making me moan, stunned by his straight face and unabashed nature – he didn’t bother to drop his voice as I had, and seemed unphased by the occasional glance he received.

But as much as he was able to talk about these things in the middle of the restaurant, I had a few tricks of my own up my sleeve – even if they were reserved for a more private setting. I was only bold enough to keep my eyes on his as I licked whipped cream from the tip of my spoon, watching as his throat bobbed at the motion. “So… Shall we get out of here?” I purred, unable to keep myself from twisting my fingers together timidly, my voice cracking at the end and betraying my nerves. He smiled sweetly, reaching out to take my hand gently.

“Are you okay, Snowflake?” he breathed, kissing my knuckles softly, making my heart stutter and swoon.

“Wonderful,” I murmured back, a shy grin creasing my features. “I, uh… Just- I’m looking forward to getting you back to my place.”

His eyebrow arched in surprise, tongue passing between his lips to contain a chuckle. “Oh, you are, are you?” I nodded, and he groaned under his breath, pushing back his chair as he stood. “Let’s go.”

The second the door closed behind us, he was on me, his hands tangling in my hair as he pinned me to the wall, mouth colliding with mine in a hungry whine.

The sound ratcheted up when I spun us, his back replacing mine, my hand resting lightly on his throat. “Wh- Uh… This… This is… New…” he stammered, eyes widening with delight, and I smirked, trailing soft kisses over his jaw. “Not- ah, not that I’m complaining, I ju- mmm…”

His words died as I sucked lightly at his pulse, his fingers tightening against my hips, my own grip trailing slowly to press against his chest, pinning him in place. “I think it’s my turn to call the shots,” I breathed, drawing back just long enough to meet his gaze with a grin. “I’d like to give the whole ‘dominance’ thing a go…”

He gulped and nodded quickly, tipping his head back just a little as he rested it against the wall. “I’m yours, to do with as you wish.”

With a soft, nervous sigh, I kissed him tenderly, pressing my body closer to his for a moment of vulnerability before growling under my breath, sliding my hands under the edge of shirt and pushing it up quickly, trailing my mouth over the exposed skin as it passed over his head. I lost myself for a moment in the taste of him – salt and rope and strength, so delicious and intrinsically him that it drove every thought from my mind as he trembled beneath my lips. “God, you taste so fucking good,” I murmured, nipping roughly at the curve of muscle over his chest and eliciting a sharp gasp and a shudder of delight.

My fingers curled in the hair at the nape of his neck as I pulled him toward me, stumbling blindly towards my bedroom with my lips pressed to him. The grunt of delight as I pushed him onto the bed made goosebumps erupt across my arms, and I straddled him quickly, moving to remove my tie. His lips parted in ecstasy as I draped it across his eyes, head raising obediently to allow me to secure the fabric. “Is this okay?” I breathed, and he nodded eagerly.

“Very,” he whispered, squirming minutely, his cock grinding against me pointedly. “God, please…”

“Patience, pet,” I chuckled, leaning in once more to create a bruise on the smooth, exposed skin of his throat, nails scoring red lines down his chest with a purr, making him whimper quietly. “I’m going to take my sweet time with you… And you’re going to love every goddamn second.” Another quick, desperate nod, and his fingers flexed on my hips, dipping under the fabric my shirt. My own closed around his wrists, and I pinned them over his head, humming as I rolled my hips against his. “So needy! Did nobody teach you any endurance?”

“I thrive on instant gratification,” he replied softly, a smirk playing on his lips, and I laughed under my breath, kissing him once more.

“Your perseverance will be rewarded,” I murmured, and he swallowed, his muscles relaxing beneath me as he nodded once more, submitting to my will entirely. I tentatively let go of his wrists, but he stayed obediently where he was, trembling as I trailed slow kisses down his chest to sink to my knees between his thighs. The soft pants that fell from his parted lips sent bolts of lightning through my veins, hot and fizzing, and I licked my lips as I fumbled with his belt, hands shaking with enthusiasm.

The sigh that escaped him as I flicked my tongue over his leaking tip made me grin, and I sucked lightly at the end of his length, humming contentedly, fingers lightly caressing his thigh. His hands dropped to the sheets either side of his hips, clenching with the urge to bury themselves in my hair, no doubt longing to fuck my throat with reckless abandon, and I grinned as he whined when I drew back, his hips jerking against nothing. But he lay obediently prone as I moved to my feet, shrugging out of my shirt, delighting in the way his cock bobbed at the sound of my trousers hitting the floor.

His palms found my thighs when I straddled him once more, unconsciously pressing me minutely down, quietly straining to press himself inside me, pressing the toy still buried inside me even deeper. I let his head brush against me, making him shiver with delight, before shimmying forward, relishing in the desperate whimper that erupted around the lip clamped between his teeth. “Shhh,” I murmured, caressing his cheek gently as I moved to place a knee either side of his head. “Make me feel good, pet, and you’ll get reward.”

His eyes lit up as I slowly withdrew the toy from inside me with a soft moan, teasing it against the edge of his lip. His mouth opened obediently, eagerly taking the toy and swirling his tongue around it hungrily, sucking and swallowing with a groan. With a quiet chuckle, I withdrew the toy, tossing it to the sheets and moving closer.

The moment my dripping pussy met his lips he dove into me with a groan, my back arching as I gasped and shuddered, eyes open wide. “Fuck- that’s it, sweet boy. Lick that cunt like the desperate whore you are… So fucking good…” He simply whimpered in response, and my fingers tangled in his hair as I rutted against him needily, relishing in each pass of his tongue over my clit. When he buried himself inside me hungrily, I mewled aloud, thighs clenching around his head. “J- god, yes, just like that! Just there, baby boy, fuck…”

The lewd sounds of my wetness passing over his mouth and his eager lapping only drove me higher, hips jerking faster, rocking against him frantically as he snatched breaths where possible. I couldn’t keep myself from tugging off his blindfold, wanting to see those eyes as I used him for my pleasure – the mahogany depths danced with delight as he worked his mouth against me eagerly, unable to stop his hands from moving to my waist to pull me closer and anchor me nearer to his probing tongue. Distantly, I considered chastising him, but his desperate grip digging tight into my skin was too good, dragging me over the edge as I rutted desperately against him, a cry of pleasure falling from my lips.

The full-body tremors that wracked my body as I came down had me leaning back, one hand resting on his hipbone to support myself as I panted hard. His tongue on me eased up as I whimpered in overstimulated pleasure, trading quick, precise flicks for long, slow laps, hungrily chasing down any drops of my wetness he may have missed, thumbs tracing comforting circles on my thighs.

My movements were slow and shaky as I moved to straddle his hip once more, biting back a grin at the sight of his slick face and glassy eyes. “My poor, sweet boy… Eating my pussy seems to have blown any thoughts from that pretty head, hm?” He nodded weakly, dazed, licking his lips as his gaze shifted to me.

“I-” He cut himself off with a soft groan, lids fluttering in pleasure before his eyes found mine once more. “So… So good…”

I purred, pressing back minutely, the toy still buried in my ass shifting at the motion and earning a soft, pitiful mewl. “I think you deserve a reward for performing so well…” I hummed, shifting to let my wetness slide along his length, eliciting a stuttered, breathless groan. His hands shifted to my hips, holding me to him as he rocked against me hungrily – and his eyes grew wide as my metal fingers wrapped around his throat, a warning growl rising in my chest.

“Remember you place, pet,” I breathed, grip loosening infinitesimally when his hands dropped to the sheets once more, hips stilling, a frustrated whine slipping between parted lips.

I picked up where he had left off, rocking and grinding atop him, head falling back as his leaking tip nudged my clit lightly. He could only whimper beneath me, his fingers clenched in the bedding as he fought to contain himself, and I leaned forward, offering him a sweet smile. “Beg.”

“Please,” he breathed immediately, eyes wide and pleading. “I- Fuck, please, Sir… You feel so good, I-I want you- Want to be buried in your beautiful, soaked, tight pussy… I love how wet you get, wanna let you drench me while you use me to make yourself feel good… Please, Sir, I-”

He cut himself off with a deafening groan as I twitched my hips, letting his length press inside me quickly, pausing with him buried deeply as he sobbed his gratitude and pleasure.

My pace was slow and gentle as I rocked atop him, relishing the gasps and moans that fell from his flushed lips. His eyes were locked on me, blown wide with rapturous adoration, the heat of his gaze making my skin burn with lust. “Don’t stop,” I breathed, rocking more firmly, fingernails scoring lines down his chest as I moaned gently. He swallowed, hips twitching minutely, head falling back as his lips parted once more.

“P-please- God, fuck- Please, Sir… It’s so good, you’re so good… Please Sir – use me – I’d be honoured to be a sex toy for you – anything you want, please… I just want to watch you feel good…”

My fingers found his, guiding his hands to my hips, showing him exactly how I wanted to move me and earning a soft groan of delight, biceps flexing as he obeyed eagerly. “That’s it,” I murmured, back arching as he shifted me on his length, pressing him deeper with each thrust. “Fuck- just like that, pet… Don’t- Don’t stop, f-fuck… I’m gonna s-soak that cock, and you’re g-gonna fuck me th-through it like a good slut, a-and then– mmm- then you’re gonna put those muscles to p-purpose and pound me into the g-goddamn mattress…” The stutter was unfortunate but unavoidable as his hands tightened on my hips, rutting into me more forcefully as I spoke.

“Please- fuck, please soak me- so, so hot when you squirt, Sir… I want you to make a mess of me,” he grunted, impaling me roughly atop him as the sounds of his cock pounding into my wetness obscenely punctuated each desperate breath.

The cry I released as he raised me was of utter ecstasy, juices flowing freely to soak the willing, obedient, hungry man beneath me, who could only groan out his pleasure, nails digging in as he slammed me back down.

True to orders, he moved me against him diligently as wave after wave of pleasure broke over me, interrupting only long enough to permit another gush of my wetness, leaving him soaked and slick, trembling with the effort of keeping his control.

When I was little more than a ragdoll, jerking in time with his hands rocking me, I leaned forward to wrap a hand around his throat, pulling him into a hard kiss as I quivered. “Fuck me, whore. Make me come, then maybe – just maybe – I’ll let you fill me up,” I whispered, more breath than vocalisation as I panted heavily, smirking at the whine he let out when I slid from his lap.

His own breath hitched when my chest met the bed, ass in the air proudly, my knees inched apart to offer him a full view of my dripping cunt. “What are you waiting for?” I purred, hips shifting to wriggle pointedly. “Don’t leave me waiting, fuck toy, or I’ll leave you want-”

My words were cut off as he buried himself inside me quickly, setting up a ferocious, bruising pace, eliciting a deafening yelp and a groan of depraved pleasure. His hands found my hips once more, dragging me forcefully against him, and I hissed in delight as his balls collided with my clit, sending sparks of electricity shooting through me.

True to orders, he gripped me roughly, breath coming in short, sharp pants as he exerted himself. A bead of sweat pooled at the base of my spine as I grunted and gasped, fingers dragging rapturously at the sheets, body jerking. “Fuck- that’s it, that’s it – just there, Sailor… Fuck me, pet – oh, God…”

He groaned roughly, nails digging into my flesh as he unmade me, my own sounds of pleasure dissolving into frantic whines, rutting back against him and earning a hand between my legs, deftly caressing my clit. “There we go- God, you’re so beautiful, so wet, so tight- Fuck, Snowflake, please, I-I can’t-”

I cut him off with a desperate wail, leaning back to crush myself against his chest, muscles convulsing around him as I sobbed helplessly. His free arm wrapped around my waist immediately, holding me tight to him, and – despite the shuddering of urgency in his own body and the staccato tempo of his thrusts as he fought to restrain himself – continued to fuck me just as ordered, spearing me on his cock as my cries faded to pleasured whimpers, head falling back against his shoulder.

“Come for me, Sailor,” I breathed, reaching back to tangle a hand in his hair, holding him tight to me. “Fill me up… Please.”

My words had immediate effect as he buried himself with a relieved, deafening groan, forehead finding my neck as he finally let himself fall still, save the pulsing of his length as he spilled inside me. The ragged breaths against my skin made me smile, and I smoothed his sweat-damp hair tenderly. “My good boy,” I purred, eyes closing for a moment as bliss washed over me. “Such a good boy.”

We lay in a sweat-slick, tangled heap, his cock still buried inside me, my body crushed to his and our foreheads pressed together. My fingers found his cheek, caressing gently, and his eyelids fluttered open to offer me a soft smile.

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, eyes half-open as he considered me. “You doing okay?” I nodded once, returning his smile, enamoured with this exhausted man who had worked so hard for my pleasure – but I was unable to keep up the eye contact, and his brow furrowed worriedly. “What’s wrong, Snowflake? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all,” I replied quickly, hand dropping to squeeze his bicep gently in reassurance. “You were… Amazing.” I chuckled softly, shaking my head, still feeling weak from the waves of pleasure that had crashed through my body, then paused. “You’re not… Afraid of me, are you?”

His frown deepened further, fingers finding mine to hold tight. “Why on Earth would you think that?”

Hesitating, I looked away, swallowing with difficulty around the lump in my throat. “I… I know the stories people tell about me. That, y’know, I seem like an alright guy now – but that I’ve done some real bad things. Some folks understand that it wasn’t me; others just… Think I’m a live grenade, ready to blow at any moment. Just waiting in the darkness, and maybe they’re right; I’m the monster under the bed that their mother warned them about, after all.”

He considered me for a moment, eyebrows all but descending into his eyes as he stared. “… Oh, Win, no,” he murmured, holding me tighter to him and pressing a soft kiss to my head. “My sweet boy. I’m not afraid of you – and you are not a monster, do you hear me?”

I curled closer to his chest, burrowing into his willingly offered body and clinging to him needily. “You think so?” I muttered, and he nodded against my hair.

“I know so. I could never be afraid of you, Snowflake. I love you.”

I hummed gratefully before pausing, the gravity of his words sinking in as I looked up, finding him slightly pink-cheeked and nervous, but smiling softly. “You… Love me?”

A gentle chuckle, and he nodded, skimming his lips against my forehead lightly. “I love you, Winter.”

My heart hammered in my chest, and I blushed as I looked down, suddenly shy, despite the cock still resting inside me. “I… I love you too, Lieutenant Tyne.”

[theshipperqueenisnotdone]

Hey this is my first time requesting but can I have platonic or romantic yandere Keith from My life as a Villainess?

I can't tell if you mean in-game or in-present timeline so I made ✨ I N - G A M E ✨ mostly because I think in-game Keith would be easy to write😅

And also this is an platonic yandere(Fatherly) headcanon??

TW: Abuse, kidnapping, forced adoption(imply), forced marriage(imply), sadist(??), Child labor, child sl@v3ry(??), Maria Campbell x Keith(:O), out of character(??)

✨ I N - G A M E ✨

Ever since Keith was adopted into the Claes family, he endured constant harsh treatment and abuse. Coleman's mistreatment had become routine for him, but with Claes, it was different. There was no rescuer in sight this time, so he resigned himself to enduring Katarina Claes's relentless kicks, one after another.

He never thought of having a family, and when he did, he would tell himself that he would never have kids because he thought that children would just be a burden (whether Keith's biological mother is to blame or not). Keith grew up to be a playboy, playing with girls' feelings and breaking their hearts into pieces. For him, this was the only way to feel loved and get attention. He never cared about others' feelings, only about the satisfaction of getting what he wanted. It's like getting the toy you wanted and immediately getting bored with it, throwing it to the ground. He never thought of actually having a family with these girls….

Until he met you and Maria Campbell.

Keith found you, a little child, trying to steal from him. At first, he was angry and immediately grabbed you before you could even run away. Keith smiled as he was about to have you arrested, but when he saw you holding back tears while pleading not to be arrested, it reminded him of his younger self trying to hold back tears as his brother and sister beat him up. He sighed and let you go, but instead of having you arrested, Keith made you his servant as punishment for trying to steal from him.

Initially, he showed little interest in anything beyond requests like "clean my room" or "can you fix this?" However, as he grew closer to you, his demeanor changed. He frequently purchased toys for you and encouraged you to play with them, treating you like a child. He enjoyed dressing you up in his or his sister's old clothes, a practice that Katarina Claes disapproved of, even though she couldn't wear them anymore.

Keith doesn't like it when you follow others, especially someone like Katarina Claes, with her endless demands and spoiled demeanor. He feels like he discovered you first, so why should she get to have you? It's akin to stumbling upon a rare treasure, only to have someone else snatch it away and claim it as their own. This frustration leads Keith to take drastic measures, ensuring that you remain under his control by issuing commands to prevent you from fulfilling Katarina Claes's orders.

He remembered the first time you actually went to him when you had a nightmare. Keith felt so different; he should have told you to go back to your room, but he didn't. Instead, Keith told you that you could sleep with him instead. As you crawled into his bed and drifted off to sleep, he watched over you, a mixture of protectiveness and wonder washing over him. Is this what being a father feels like? Is this the same bond Luigi Claes shares with Katarina Claes? If so, then he understood now why Luigi Claes spoils his daughter. Keith wanted to spoil you with everything; just ask him, and he would give it to you. Who's to say that anyone needs to know?

When Maria Campbell showed up, Keith saw just how she acted like a mother to you. Maria Campbell, who was supposed to be his plaything, was acting like a mother toward you. Every time you and Keith hung out with Maria Campbell, it felt like a family getting together. It got even better when a few people mistakenly referred to you all as a family.

He couldn't help but like the idea of you as his child and Maria Campbell as his wife. Maybe there was a way to feel loved; perhaps this was why people said "family is the key"? He didn't understand it before, but now, he wanted this twisted dream to come true, even if it meant forcing you and Maria Campbell into those roles.

[jeyuwuso]

Jeysami headcanons that sustain me

Under the cut bc you just know it's gonna be explicit

Sami is super into Jey's fronts/grillz and occasionally (very sheepishly) requests that he keep them in during head

Jey gets turned on by Sami's voice and loves listening to him speak Arabic and French. He doesn't care that he has no clue what he's saying (and honestly, he's extremely into not knowing whether Sami is praising him or being mean or both)

Sami becomes uncontrollably horny when he hears Jey singing along to Nicki Minaj or Megan Thee Stallion

During puppy training (bc Jey would look so cute kneeling in a collar and barking), Sami only speaks French and uses French commands so Jey feels more like a dumb little puppy, and they're both low-key obsessed with it

F I F T I E S D O M E S T I C I T Y K I N K. Jey takes care of everything for Sami before he even asks. (He also ends up doing all the "masculine" handyman chores around the house too bc Sami doesn't know how, but he's okay with it)

When things are good, Jey's a happy wifey who cooks and cleans and anticipates every one of Sami's needs. When he's struggling, he's in puppy mode. He wants Sami to make all the decisions for him and teach him how to be better.

Sami's got a sadistic streak. He can be a very sweet, gentle dom when needed, but I swear RoH guys are always either massive masochists, sadists, or both, and I think Sami's no different.

Jey's more of a mental masochist than a physical one. He lovesbeing degraded, conditioned, and mindfucked (thank you Roman for the trauma bonding). He doesn't like pain, but he likes forcing himself to take as much as he can to make Sami happy

Usually, this means that Sami makes gentle love to Jey while saying the filthiest, most humiliating things he can think of in a voice dripping with honeyed condescension. Other times, he's rough, slapping and choking Jey while giving him all the loving praise in the world

[hexasart]

oh! sorry, they're the letters from the character building questions? I think for numbers they're: 1, 4, 5, 11, 13, 17, 24, 26?

OH! ...OH I SEE.

Oh that is WEIRD they are different on my tumblr/blog view. WILD. Okay! Apologies!

Leeet's get those answered!

1 (A) What’s the lie your character says most often? "Edgar Locke, a pleasure to meet you." - He isn't Lock, and it is not a pleasure. He, in fact, is very inconvenienced by this entire encounter and would like to go back to doing things he cares about.

4 (D) What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss? I legitimately can't think of one. Keays is the type of person who, if they aren't working they aren't happy. I don't think he HAS or HAD any hobbies that lasted into adulthood.

5 (E) Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen? Nope. Hell I don't think the man can cry period.

11 (K) If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference? This is, hilariously, spoilers for a game I'm planning. :D But to put one of the more obvious ones out there: He sees his former pet (Matthias) free or not at his side? Priority is to now get his favorite source of blood back. Anything else? That ain't Keays.

15 (O) What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone? He's professional Busy Business Man in public. Too important for everything but also sensible and intelligent. Is, in fact, willing to offer something nice if he thinks it will help sway a business deal.

Privately though? Man is horrid. Delights in pain, and is violent and ruthless in ways most people blanche just thinking about. Sadist through and through, and such a power hungry asshole like, damn. Loves to just hold power over people.

Something something tyrant

17 (Q) What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them? Vampire man sees his suit. And that's all he sees. (Ba-dum-tsh)

24 (X) Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it? Yes and it was dipped in gold leaf, the fuck.

26 (Z) How would they respond to being fired by a good boss? Outwardly? Professional! Thank them for the opportunity. Good handshake. Business card. Might even send a fuckin' 'thank you' package if he's feeling rather generous.

But hey maybe in a month or so that boss winds up missing and oh what a shame. Pity. He rather liked them.

[hippielittlemetalhead]

So uh... I know I should be working on my ST stuff... But I found this in an old WIPs file and brushed it off and felt like sharing.

There is definitely like mild horror and like twisted possessive tendencies shit so please don't read if that's not for you? Not sure how to explain better tbh. Please be careful and mindful and if you can think of ways to better caution other readers after reading it let me know?

It was our platoon’s last day stationed at coastal outpost W-805 and our commander had insisted we all spend the last night with our units. Some sort of team building exercise. My squad was beyond excited to camp out on the beach with a bonfire and to watch the sea at night, despite the dangers that lurked in the water. But then again, most of them had grown up inland, only hearing horror stories and reading government issued informative pamphlets.

They had never seen someone fall off the pier without so much as a ripple or bubbles marring the surface. They had never sat silent through the memorial service of a favorite uncle who hadn’t come home from a fishing excursion, still too young to understand why he couldn’t come home, just that the ocean was to blame. They had never watched as a ship whose crew was known for dumping their waste overboard -rather than stowing it till they reached land again- simply blinked out of existence no more than a hundred yards out from shore.

They just didn't understand that there was a reason most of us raised along the coast moved as far inland as we could as soon as we were able.

And there was a reason so many of us always came back.

But my platoon only had the one night left until we were sent back inland on leave. Something in my chest ached as I watched the waves.

“I could understand their fascination, I guess, if I hadn’t grown up in the settlement.”

My partner smirked at me with a roll of his eyes, “Oh yes, like you haven’t been sulking all day about having to leave your hometown, to go on leave, all day.”

“You’re gonna miss this place more than I am, Guerrulo.”

He shrugged and waved his hand at the bonfire, the flames shooting up as the coals glowed with new life. “Maybe, but at least I can admit that I’ve got emotions beyond ‘grumpy’ and ‘sadistically happy at others’ misfortune’.”

“You’re a fotodamuastis, of course you’re all in tune with your feelings.”

The light from the fire danced along the column of his throat, casting his light mocha skin into copper hues and making his almost auburn hair red as the flames he commanded, as he tossed his head back in a laugh. But it worried me, the way he gazed out past our circle of comrades and friends, sitting about the fire or dancing in the outskirts of it’s glow. Eyes drawn to the moonlit foam of the crashing waves once he calmed down.

“You okay, man?”

“Yeah, just uh- just gotta take a leak.”

There are a couple of calls in his direction and some of our friends try to pull him into their formless dance as he walks past. I knew he would take it harder than most of the squad, he loved it when we were stationed at coastal outposts. Or rather, he loved being able to visit the quaint little settlements that always seemed to pop up about said outposts. He was the only one who seemed to understand when I would sneak out of the barracks late at night to walk along the shadowed shores or sit at the edge of the pier, listening to the waves and watching the moon.

I’m torn from my musings by a yell that’s more of a scream. One of our unit’s lower officers is leaning too heavily against her dance partner and pointing frantically in the direction of the water, her bleary gaze not quite able to focus on whatever it is she's seeing. I follow her hand and my breath catches in my throat.

“E?! Esai, no!” I'm up and moving before anyone else gets past the shock. Shedding what layers of clothes those I pass try and grab onto to hold me back. I shiver at the kiss of ocean mist against my skin as I run to the familiar figure making it’s slow way against the surf. The waves seem to be coming higher now, reaching out to him and pushing us apart. But I know that if I let it have him then I would never get him back. So I push against the waves, seafoam clinging to what little clothing I have left and the spray stinging my eyes. I wipe the water from my face as a wave takes him under.

A scream rips through the air and my throat burns as I realize that haunting wail came from me. I dive in after him. The water is a little calmer under the surface, but only just. I see Esai’s body floating eerily still in the churning current and make my way to him. Now that I’m fully submerged in the water I can hear it, a heartbeat, pulsing all around me. It's calming, asking me to stop, wait and think for a moment, let out that pesky bubble of air in my lungs and breathe.

I grab onto his wrist and pull his limp form close to me. My lungs burn and my eyes sting from the salt and my limbs ache from the effort to keep us from being torn apart again by the rough current.

“Now child there is no need for that.”

Something pushes against my side and I gasp out in pain. Saltwater fills my lungs and I sigh in relief from the burning. “Wha-what the hell?!”

“So, they were right,” Something like distant affection and relief washes over me. “It has been so long since one of Our children has come home.”

“You’re children? But there are no nerodamuastis.”

“Yet here you are. I felt that boy was special, now I know he was destined to bring you home to Us. Come my child, come to Us.”

“I can’t leave him.”

“He is a child of Pyr, he belongs to the surface and We shall ensure that he is retur-”

“He belongs to me!” There’s a ripple of what I can only describe as amusement and the water about us grows colder. “He- he belongs to me, and I belong to him.”

Amusement is replaced by indignation. “You are Ours. You would dare deny Us that which belongs to Us?”

“I may not be able to get us back to the surface, but I swear- If you just let him die I swear you’ll only have two corpses to feed your creatures instead of a child to claim. A child to call your own like all the other gods.”

“Very well.” The voice is softer and the water presses down as the current pulls us farther out to sea. “If We are to present you to the others as one of Our own then prove yourself. Your friend is near death, but the embers burn enough to be stoked to a flame once more.” I look down at the too pale form in my arms. “Save him. Bestow upon him the gifts your heritage grants you and We shall allow you to reside, with him, in Our domain.”

It takes longer than I would have liked. With the fear coiling in my stomach and the frustratingly poor hold I had on my newly awakened magics, the power I can feel pulsing in time with the push and pull of the water about me is like a fruit pit covered in oil. But I’m able to grasp onto it just enough. Then he’s gasping in my arms, eyes blinking back the salt and hands grasping at me to ground himself.

“Wha-what in the name of- Sean?”

“Hey there E.”

“Sean what is going on?”

“You died.” His body goes stiff in my arms, “O-Or nearly. I brought you back.”

“Th-that’s not possible. That sort of magic died with the- with the nerodamuastis… Sean, tell me you're joking.”

“So you succeeded my child. Such ability for one so young and untried,” Pride, pleasant and soft and warm. “We are pleased.”

“You'll keep us then?”

“But of course, the two of you shall be grand prizes to show Our siblings.”

“Sean, what did you do?” I look into his whisky coloured eyes clouded by fear and steely resolve. “What sort of deal did you strike with that fu-”

“I am yours.”

“What?”

“I told Them that I am yours and- and that you were mine. They gave me the power to save you to prove that we were worth keeping… together.”

His face twists in fear and unease. “Sean, I- I’m sorry but I don’t understand.”

“I love you.”

“Sean-”

“I couldn’t just let you die. Because I love you.”

He takes a shaky breath, eyes closed like he’s trying not to think too hard and failing. His hands clench and relax in spasms where they rest on my shoulders until finally he opens his eyes. “I-I’m sorry Sean, I can’t. I just- I just can’t.”

There’s a rushing in my ears and I can feel the tremors of anticipation as something in the water shifts. My skin feels too tight as that slippery little seed of power I had been wrestling with settles deep in my chest and something more springs up from it. “Don’t worry dearest,” I held him close, placing a lingering kiss on his brow. I smile as he shivers at the swell of my magic that courses from me and through him, marking him as mine. The Mother hums in approval about me. “You will.”

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"Out-of-Sync" (1995) is a neo-noir film directed by Debbie Allen and produced by Tim Ried under his production company United Image Entertainment. The movie stars LL Cool J, Victoria Dillard, Aries Spears, Yahpet Kotto, Howard Hesseman, and Ramy Zada. The film has a dark atmosphere, and Allen navigates the audience through this fictional underground world. LL Cool J and Allen were already working together in the sitcom "In the House," so she was able to help display LL's best characteristics in his first leading role. However, the movie did have a small budget and only appeared in limited theaters. Nevertheless, this was Reid's early attempt to open doors for black filmmakers with his production company in the mid-90s.

Director: Debbie Allen Writer: Robert E. Dorn

Starring LL Cool J, Victoria Dillard, Aries Spears, Yahpet Kotto, Howard Hesseman, Tim Reid, Ramy Zada, Luis Antonio Ramos, Henry Kingi, Monica Worthy

Storyline Even with his personal life out of control, no one commands the rave club audience like deejay and ex-con Jason St. Julian (LL Cool J). That makes him the perfect target for ruthless cop Marcus Caldwell (Howard Hesseman), who forces Jason to become his eyes and ears at the dance club owned by drug dealer Danny Simon, the same man responsible for sending Jason to prison. While waiting for the big drug deal to go down, Jason flirts with danger every time he flirts with scintillating Monica Collins (Victoria Dillard), Danny's main squeeze. Even in a world of conscienceless hitmen, cutthroat, and sadistic drug lords, Monica is the most dangerous player.

Available on DVD and streaming services.