#harlot reader

[lesinquietes]

Bandit!All Smite is a hulking, muscular man. His biceps are the size of a human skull, and his physical force in combat is spoken of vastly across the land — he is wanted for murder, after all. Hearsay dictates that thick blonde tresses remain slicked back on his head at all times. He bears a sly grin that seldom falters. He can be identified from miles away, yet he’s confident he’ll never be caught. Factually, there isn’t a jailhouse in the country that can secure him. He’s been running rampant for decades.

When he isn’t spending time dodging the authorities he has a favourite bar. He doesn’t go there too often, but he steps in whenever he can. It’s a rundown little shithole, offering drinks that taste like piss and girls with smeared makeup. But it has something he’s had his evil eyes on for a while, now: a woman like you. He’s been lonely; to alleviate that ache, he’s willing to sacrifice a bit of hard earned cash and dignity.

You’re a harlot. He doesn’t know what circumstances brought this sorry life upon you, though it’s evident you’ve grown used to your profession. You do your work with a simper. Your pimp — the grimy bar owner — calls you and the rest of his flock ladies of the night. There are a host of rooms upstairs that customers can rent, provided they buy one of his fallen angels for the evening. Bandit!All Smite is happy to choose you every single time. The precise moment he laid eyes on you, he knew he was going to get hooked.

It’s good to see you, my beautiful girl… come here.

You’re incredibly obedient. He asks you to take everything slow. When you open your mouth wide, to pop the shell of his cock past your glossy lips, you do so at a gradual pace. It makes him harder when he finally feels your soft tongue against his shaft, hugging him with a passion that’s rooted in financial gain. He tips extra if you cause him to bust a nut more than three times in a night. You don’t fail to earn your dollars.

For months, he keeps biweekly contact with you. Nothing much changes, save for the pining in his chest when you’re absent. It’s strange; you’re nothing more than a whore, and still, he finds himself wanting you all to himself. He denies his attachment. He denies, and denies, and denies; until finally, his possessiveness is exemplified when he enters your establishment and asks for you. Your pimp says you’re entertaining another man. Worse yet, it’s the fucking sheriff. He laughs humorlessly.

You’ll be lucky if I don’t shoot you, too.

He kicks in the door of your bedroom and catches you, about to strip for the bastard waiting on your soiled mattress. Your bra is already in a mess at your heeled feet. The villain grits his teeth, ruled by a vicious form of jealousy. He doesn’t waste a second. He draws his pistol and shoots. The bullet makes contact with the officer’s forehead, puncturing through his brain. Blood covers your face and torso. A scream rips from your throat, as he yanks you into his grasp and flings you over his shoulder. You’re kicking and crying and cursing at him to let you go. He snickers in retort. You’re adorable when you’re upset. He’ll let your tantrum run its course for the time being. He knows how uncomfortable it is to be filthy with blood. He’ll ensure he gets you back to his hideout so you can shower, pronto.

Shhh… quiet down, sweetheart.

The other girls — your former colleagues — scurry around and stumble out of his path. No one tries to stop him from leaving the bar. Your pimp cowers in horror behind the counter, peeping over the taps to get a glimpse of the villain making off with one of his money makers. You were the hidden treasure of this cesspool of dirt. Bandit!All Smite is glad he found you before someone else could taint you.

He pats your bare ass as he carries you towards his horse. All you’re wearing is a skimpy bra and thong. He mounts the steed with some effort, keeping your exhausted figure secure. With a devious smirk, he shifts your panties to the side and dips two of his meaty fingers into your damp hole. You gasp and wriggle, complaining about his intrusion. Ah, pretending you’re scared of him when you’re truly wet and aroused — that’s a silly game he won’t tolerate from a grown woman.

He keeps his digits screwed inside you as he embarks on the lengthy excursion to his hideout. Every jerk and bump of the horse causes his fingers to rub and caress parts of you that make your cunt pulse. Your eyes roll back. This probably has something to do with that aphrodisiac your pimp slipped into your water this morning, in prep for a busy day of clients. He only told you afterwards, when you had no say in the matter; now, his exploitation is coming to back bite you. Regardless of the source of your arousal, it makes Bandit!All Smite pleased with the image of slamming you down on his bed and claiming you once and for all. His grin — dark and sinister in the twisted throes of his lust — noticeably widens.

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𝔉𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔲

[navybrat817]

Bucky may be the neighbor who swims nude, but I feel like Ari would do the same. 😂

Bucky swims naked when he knows you're close by, nonnie. 😉 He likes to give you a show and wants you to come over and join him.

But Ari is very much that neighbor who hardly ever wears a shirt.

Getting the mail. Mowing his lawn. Just walking around. Man doesn't wear a shirt. Does he own one? He proves to you that he does when you catch him wearing one, but the thing still isn't buttoned. So you get a glimpse of his chest and abs and you may mumble to yourself that it's slut behavior because why else would he walk around like that? All. The. Time?

And, listen, Bucky gets that slut behavior because he walks around in sweatpants that leave nothing to the imagination and smirks when he catches you looking because he loves having your attention. And, of course, you look. You know what's packing and you want to feel him again.

And Steve?

Tiddies in those smedium shirts, his "poor" tenant wonders how the fabric doesn't rip. The man is smart and has money. Why can't he buy a shirt that fits? Or pants for that matter? Why do you want to bite his ass?

Harlots. All of them.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[weskie]

WHILE I’M HERE-

Albert manhandling you in the gloves. Grabbing your chin/cheeks. Pulling you by the arm or hip. Wrapping his hand around your throat and growling a dark ‘behave.’ Into your ear to let you know his tolerance for your brattiness is fleeting. That is all

you just know he looooooves to see the contrast of flesh against his gloves. the muted sensation of your throat bobbing as you swallow beneath his palm, knowing at any second he could squeeze just a liiiiittle bit more and make you all lightheaded

then being even more bratty to get him to snap

i gotta go sit down lmAO yall got me DIZZY

[nocasdatsgay]

Sold

Pairing: Technically Lucien/Reader | Word Count: 1739| Rating M

Summary: Beron buys you for his sons. Specifically, Lucien

Warnings: Family sells reader off to the forest house, Dubious Consent, Loss of Virginity, mildly descriptive sex. Brief physical abuse.

A/N: This is the first in a series where consorts are kept by Beron to keep his sons entertained. You are responsible for what you consume. Also IDK if anyone wants to be tagged so let me know. I am so scared of tagging people on iffy stuff that might be triggering.

Harlots of Autumn Master List | Read on AO3 |Part 1 of Harlots of Autumn

The day you were presented to the court during a ball as an eligible female, was the day that sealed your fate. You were meant to secure a husband and elevate your family’s status just like your cousins. It was harder for you, not being of the Autumn Court. That didn’t mean you couldn’t try. You had begged your aunt and uncle to take you to the next ball and begrudgingly they did. You regretted it when you were watched like an Autumn Hawk by five of the seven Vanserra heirs.

The youngest- he was your age or possibly a little older. He seemed the least intimidating of them all. He didn’t pay you much mind, thankfully. Only chatted with you for a brief moment. You thought that was why his brothers were staring. But you still felt eyes on you as you worked the room, talking up males closer to your station than an Heir of the High Lord. You felt confident in your mingling by the end of the night. Until you went to leave and instead of immediately traveling home, you were pulled into a room by your uncle.

“The High Lord has made an offer for you.” He did not look you in the eyes.

“For me?” You frowned. Your aunt looked solemn and not meeting your gaze either. “What kind of offer?”

“You have to understand, dear. You’re getting older and with the new babe to raise- You’ll be well taken care of.” She said softly.

“I don’t understand.” You mind flashed to the way the heirs' eyes raked over you. How they sneered and watched you all night. “Am I, am I to be betrothed?”

“No. No, you won’t be married.”

You were more confused. “What did he offer you? What does he want with me?” You became more frightened the longer his silence went.

“Being an orphan and from another court, this was honestly the best choice.” Your aunt seemed to speak to herself instead of you.

“What did you do?” Your heart was racing, tears welling in your eyes.

Your uncle finally looked at you. His sadness was palpable.

“He gave us more land- more money than we know what to do with, in exchange for you. For his sons.”

“Sons?” Your were going to be sick. More tears clouded your vision. You knew exactly what that meant. “You gave me up to be a harlot? For some extra land and money?”

“You’ll be taken care of. You’ll be paid handsomely, and have your own money. You’ll be part of the court. It’s a life better than what a male of our station could ever-”

“But I will be a whore!” You cried out.

“You will be a mistress,” your uncle hissed. “This is not a brothel, you’ll be under the protection of the High Lord. You’ll still be able to see us-“

“As I would want to see you after this,” you hissed in return.

He back-handed you for it. You stumbled and cradled your cheek.

“He wants you for his youngest first,” your uncle continued, glaring at you. “You’re lucky he doesn’t want you for himself. If you’re smart you just might become the youngest son’s wife.”

“A whore never becomes a wife,” you whispered.

“This is not a debate. We will go home and pack your things. They want you back here by tomorrow afternoon.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You wondered if you could die of shame.

Walking into the Forest House the next day, your aunt made you hold your head high despite your fate. You were ushered down the halls to the infirmary to meet with the healer. Thankfully the healer was female. You were in good health. You held your breath as the female went under your skirts and checked you. You had declined male advances your whole life, waiting like a good female for a husband.

Obviously that got you far.

That evening you were led to a room and bathed by servants. The pine green dress they gave you to put on was worth more than months wages in the village, judging by the fabric. They styled your hair and you avoided looking at yourself in the mirror. More servants brought you food and then finally you were left alone. You couldn’t eat, nausea from nerves rolling your stomach. You wanted to rage; to cry. You knew your aunt and uncle didn’t love you- not when you were the cause of your mother’s death during childbirth. But you never thought they would sell you.

The door opened, jolting you from your thoughts. The kind male you spoke with briefly last night came in. He was just as lovely as the night before; dressed down in a white tunic and brown trousers. He smiled, though it didn’t reach his kind eyes. You stood and curtsied.

“Lord Lucien,” she stared at the floor.

You introduced yourself and stumbled over the title of lady. You didn’t know if you could call yourself a lady now.

“I remember,” he replied softly.

You dared to look up, your eyes meeting his sad russet ones.

“Shall we get this over with?” You glanced at the bed in the room, twisting your hands together.

Lucien scoffed. “We don’t have to do this.”

You frowned, fear flipped your stomach. “They will check me.”

“There are ways around that,” Lucien replied flippantly.

You started to panic.

“Lord Lucien, if you are as kind of a male as you seem, please allow me this comfort.” You pleaded. “I- you seem like you’d be more gentle than your brothers.” You were met with silence. “Please? I don’t want to force you but I also don’t-“ you couldn’t say it.

If he didn’t take your maidenhood, one of the other males would. You doubted they cared whether or not they hurt you badly. Lucien sighed heavily; you wonder if he was realizing the same thing.

“Promise me you will tell me if I hurt you.” You nodded. “Can I undress you?”

“Yes.” Your face heated against your will.

“Turn around. I’ll only take off your dress, then you can get on the bed.”

You inhaled deeply to calm your nerves and turned to face away from him. You heard his footsteps; he stopped behind you and gently brushed back your hair. Goosebumps cascaded down your arms, and he slowly dragged his fingers down your neck to where your dress ties started on your back.

“Oh you’re a devil,” you laughed, unable to stop yourself.

He chuckled behind you. “I want to make it good for you, is that not what you asked for?”

“I suppose I did.”

He undid the ties to your dress, the front of it falling forward. You held the fabric close to your chest instead of letting it fall out of instinct. Lucien ran a warm finger up your spine. He leaned in close and you tense your shoulders.

“Drop the dress and get on the bed.” His warm breath fanned along your ear and neck.

Reluctantly, you obliged. The bed was soft, better than the one in the place you once called home. The duvet was a forest green with white sheets underneath. You shuddered at how those sheets would be stained by the end of this. You covered your chest with your arms and sat at the head of the bed.

“Don’t be so shy,” he grinned wickedly at you as he tugged off his shirt.

Your eyes went to his chest, then downward to his trousers before quickly you looked back to his eyes. It felt like your whole face was flushed. He crawled up the bed to you and you could smell his scent sweeten with arousal. He looked like it would eat you alive, the way he grinned at you.

“Lay back, let me see you.” He groaned when you moved your arms, revealing your breasts. “You are a pretty one.”

He pushed you back and crawled over you. You were correct about his gentleness. He was so careful with you, asking you constantly if it was okay to touch you or if it hurt. Lucien coaxed you into relaxing by kissing you gently and then moving down to take your breast in his mouth. He had you squirming under him, your hips rolling against his and his hard cock in his trousers. Lucien moved down further and made you come on his tongue and fingers before he took you with his cock. Then he made you come again with him.

Good was an understatement of how you felt. You didn’t come to your senses until he moved off of you. Then you felt too naked, cold from his lack of body heat over you. You moved to get out of the bed, to grab the dress from earlier, if only to cover yourself before the healers came. You looked back at the sheets and gasped. Lucien was lying on the other side of the bed, arm over his eyes to block out the light. He lifted his arm to look at you.

“Are you all right?”

“The sheets,” you grabbed the dress off the floor to cover yourself. “They’re clean.”

”I don’t know about that. I know I broke a sweat getting that second one out of you.” Lucien grinned at you. “You were pretty wet for me too when I finally fucked you. I’m sure that’s on the sheets as well.”

“There’s no blood, Lucien,” you scowled, cheeks flushing at his blatant crudeness.

He laughed. “Females only bleed when a male doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

”But the healer-“

”Edith won’t care, I promise.” He sat up and looked over the bed for his own clothes. “Let me go get her, I’m sure she’s ready to be done with this as we are.”

Regrettably, that was the first and only time you went to bed with Lucien. You had assumed before that night that you were sent to take his own first time but Lucien was far too experienced for that to be the case. You later found out the real reason you were given to him was because of his dalliance with lesser fae. As crudely put by one of the brothers, they “assumed a high fae cunt would change his mind.”

It didn’t; and a few years later a poor female paid the price for it. You wouldn’t see Lucien again after that for another century.

[harmslength]

(Mostly) NSFW Headcanons - Part II

Disclaimer: Slight spoilers ahead so be warned. Just covering movies I have seen before or know a decent amount about the character. Overall, just my own personal opinions. This is just for shits and giggles so feel free to disagree. I’m also very aware that I’m being a hater rn.

Red Eye (2005) | Wes Craven - Jackson Rippner

• FREAKY ASS DUDE

• probably would learn everything about you before asking you out

• mean asf, like definitely the type to pick on you and call you a cry baby

• loves, loves, loves roleplay, specifically: CNC (Burglar x Sleeping Victim)

• big on humiliating you, probably the type to hold your head down while giving head. Likes his balls being sucked..

• feral mf, loves to use his teeth (ankle biter energy) and eats pussy like a champ [insert slurping noises]

Perriers Bounty (2009) | Ian Fitzgibbon - Michael McCrea

• top contender for best in bed

• grimey little dude.. but hey, bums know how to lay pipe like it’s their god given purpose

• not attached to any particular fetish or kink just very experimental and kinky

• 3 words: tongue in ass. There I said it. Specifically from the back, he will stick his tongue in places god hasn’t even seen.

Broken (2012) | Rufus Norris - Mike Kiernan

• spontaneous and sensual. Probably an exhibitionist lowkey

• can be a bit selfish at times, but definitely makes it a priority to make you cum.

• could definitely see him having a thing for stockings or thigh highs

Inception (2010) | Christopher Nolan - Robert Fischer

• if a boy was a princess it would be him

• DADDY ISSUES

• all bark no bite, he’s a bottom if I’ve ever seen one. Loves being told what to do and how to take it

• big fan of praise and humiliation

• will dom at times but definitely is not his preference

Watched the Detectives (2007) | Paul Soter - Neil Lewis

• Puppy

• horny teenager vibes, probably would fuck you in his office while your bent over his desk

• loves roleplay but in the vanilla way like: cop x criminal, stepsiblings 🤭, strangers, Bonny and Clyde. Just overall loves recreating cheesy pornos.

• loves when you’re all natural down there

• definitely likes to think he’s the one in charge but you would absolutely wear the pants in the relationship

• whiny asf, likes to whimper and pout. Big on theatrics.

Breakfast on Pluto (2005) | Neil Jordan - Patricia Kitten Braden

• the queen herself 👸

• another top contender for best sexual partner

• pillow princess, loves to be taken care of but will absolutely do the same for you. Definitely giving switch vibes

• super tender and sensual, could definitely see a friends to lovers trope here

• LOVES to tease and loves sexual tension. Wandering hands and subtle glances kind of shit

Sunshine (2007) | Danny Boyle - Robert Capa

• needy little freak but in a subtle way

• you would probably have to make the first move

• would probably zone out during sex ngl

• classic fan of gripping hips and neck kisses, relatively vanilla but open to exploring

• nonchalant lover but good bf overall

The Dark Knight Rises (2012) | Christopher Nolan - Jonathan Crane

• say it with me now— Mommy Issues

• don’t be afraid to join in— daddy issues

• probably grew up with his grandma or two loving parents that he despises deeply

• sick little gremlin, probably into sounding or golden showers

• two words: doggy style 😎

• he’s a switch, but mostly doms because he gets off on the thought that he’s better than you

• big on quickies, hump and dump kind of dude. Casual sex, but not super big on multiple partners

• so repulsed by the thought of sex that either the utter crippling shame of it turns him on so much that he acts like a deranged animal

• or is so repulsed that it hinders him and only does it when absolutely necessary

28 Days Later (2002) | Danny Boyle - Jim

• Jim, Jim, Jim — I love him with my whole heart and my whole pussy

• hear me out.. probably the best sex out of everyone HEAR ME OUT

• this man is DEVOTED okay!! Bro would take out an army base of 20 men just to get a lick of pussy (more so, a gentle sensual kiss, shared between two troubled lovers)

• you know he’ll eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Probably would bring his own bib and cutlery js 🙄

• not overly kinky, in fact probably a bit inexperienced, but satisfaction is guaranteed.

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Can I ask for an hsc in which Adam is betrayed by his third wife for the third time (reader)

How would Adam react if he found out about this? Would he give a damn and go to whores or despair?

Thanks you

OH MY GOD ☹️☹️☹️☹️my face when i was writing adam fluff and I saw this notif pop up in my ask box. i think this one might be shorter than anything I write and I apologize for that.

Third time is NOT the charm | Adam x Fem!Wife! Reader

relationship: romantic warnings: mentions of cheating, aruging and just kinda angsty

OHHH HE IS SO HEARTBROKEN

He already had some slight trust issues with you cheating in the past, never fully able to trust you again, so he followed you. Sue him, he wanted to make sure you weren’t seeing someone.

Then he saw you enter an apartment you had never been to before, only to come out way later in the day to you looking so disheveled. He may not be a genius, but he knows for sure that you slept with someone else. 

he gave you chance after chance, and yet you went behind his back once again

it is at this point, that he truly thinks that all of his failed relationships are his fault, that all of his inadequacies outweigh his better qualities, and that he is truly unloveable. 

I would think he would fall into despair. since he forgave you two previous times, I think he was really in love with you. When he loves, he loves hard, making this all the more painful for him. 

He spends a good while mourning the relationship, the love, and just everything. 

Outwardly, he becomes more bitter, more of a dick than ever before. Everyone in heaven already avoids him like the plague, especially since his reputation wasn't the best due to his…whole personality. Now everyone avoids him in fear of him snapping at them. 

But inwardly? He is so insecure and just looking for someone to hold him. A part of him wants to crawl into your arms and curl up like a wounded animal. Hoping that you would tend to it with such care, love, and grace that you once gave him.

Cries and gets drunk to Lute, telling her everything (Lute may or may not be planning your murder)

Begins to overthink your relationship.

Did you ever love him? Did you ever care for him? Were you like this in your life or just to him? Why even stay with him? What did he do to deserve this? Sure he was a shitty person, but he wasn’t a half-bad husband. He had never cheated on any of his wives. 

When he finds the courage to confront you, he is trying so hard to keep it together. He does well, up until you go into detail about why you did it.

Why? You just felt like it.

If it was with three different guys, it would hurt him, yes, but it would hurt him far less than if you told him it was with the same guy. It would uproot his entire being if he found out you slept with Lucifer (once or three times it doesn't matter)

If you did get with Lucifer, this breaks him fundamentally. He lost his first wife (unknown that Eve also slept with him) to that fucking devil and he got nothing for it each time. Just the feeling of betrayal and another wall around his already guarded heart.

He gets so angry at your nonchalance that he bursts for you to get out and that you both are getting a divorce. 

If you don’t care about it, it would hurt him more. In his mind, it shows that you never loved him, truly for him. 

If you care about the divorce, it makes him more angry. Where was this remorse when you cheated on him the first time? What about the second time? Why is it now coming up that he is ending things for good?

Overall not a win-win situation. 

Post-divorce, he vows to himself to not get with anyone. Now he is more of a dick, more nasty, vulgar, and everything under the sun. The pain of your cheating already hurt him in so many more ways that he is emotionally stunted romantically. 

If you tried to get back with him, to start over, he would laugh in your face and spit at you.

I WAS LITERALLY MID WAY THROUGH WRITING THE PREGANT READER FIC WHEN THIS ENTERED MY ASK BOG anon when i catch you when i catch you anon /lh also hope this is what u wanted anon :D

anywayss hope yall enjoyeedd hehe

[brainwormsdepository]

It’s You, Nancy

Pairing: Nancy Birch x Lady!Reader

Warnings: None

You watched Nancy through your drawing room window while she paced outside your door as she usually did, building up her courage to knock. It wasn’t fair to her, you knew, but you did so like the flush that colored her cheeks after she spent so long working herself up. The two of you had a rather unusual budding friendship. She’d come by every so often, usually once a week, for tea and conversation. If she had any problems you had both the capital and space to help. In exchange, she gave you the most honest and frank company you’d ever had. No masks, just people. It helped that the view was nice too—Nancy was a handsome woman. After a few more minutes of watching, you felt she had worried herself enough and opened the door yourself.

“If you keep it up, you’ll have to stay the night.”

Nancy swung her head around, eyes wide and surprised. Before she could even question or protest, you continued. “You’ve been pacing outside this door long enough. Come inside.”

You turned on your heel and made your way toward the drawing room, knowing full well Nancy would follow. It was only a matter of seconds before you heard the click of the door closing behind you and the sound of her plodding footsteps along the corridor floor. Tea was already set and waiting as you took a seat beside the table. Nancy lingered in the doorway a moment more, face flushed from ears to neck just as you liked. She nervously clenched her hands around her flogging rod, once, twice, then three times before joining you.

“You’re more restless than usual. Is something wrong?”

“No,” Nancy answered quickly, pursing her lips. She looked back at you, expression uncertain. “Maybe.” She relented.

“You can tell me anything, Nance.” You reassured, “there’s nothing you can say that will make me think less of you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Did you sell a young girl to Quigley?”

“What? No! Never!” Nancy shouted, appalled.

“Then I think we’re sorted. So, what troubles you?” You picked up your cup and saucer and sipped daintily at your tea. Nancy, for her part, seemed to be partially eased, though admittedly not by much. She took a deep breath and exhaled shakily.

“You keep a journal…”

Ah, yes. That was another game of yours.

“I would barely classify it as such. It’s mostly poems at this point.”

You’d been purposefully leaving it out on the table for her. You’d find excuses to disappear into another room for a while, giving her time alone with temptation. And look she did, the journal always slightly shifted from where you had left it. Not that she would have known how precisely you kept track. But that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that Nancy had a brain and you did little to hide your affections in written word. Many of those poems yearned for her. She knew, just as you wanted her to and there she was ready to confront you over it.

“Yea, well, I read some of it. I know I shouldn’t ‘uv,” she rushed to say, “but I didn’t realize what it was—at first, that is.”

“I’m not upset. If I was that protective of it, the journal wouldn’t leave my bedroom.”

“Maybe… maybe you should be then.” She said quietly. You felt your cheeks warm at her words.

“That bad?” you tried to joke, suddenly and horribly vulnerable.

“No! You write beautifully. It’s just that… unless you’re writing from the perspective of a man,” her voice lowered and her eyes searched for house staff, “you seem to harbor affection for… the womanly.” She grimaced at her own fumbled choice of words.

“My staff already knows, Nance. And they’re paid too well for any of them to care.” You drank deep from your tea, equally relieved and tense. Had she not figured it out? “Is that all you wished to say?”

“Oh… well, yeah.” Okay. Maybe she didn’t know.

“Does it bother you? My affection for women?” Nancy shook her head at that, a small laugh passing through her lips.

“No, I don’t think—“ Nancy cut herself off and assessed her words for a moment. She sheepishly looked back at you. “Not really in a position to judge.”

“We’re kindred spirits, you and I. Most of those poems are about one woman, if you can believe it. She has me quite bewitched.”

“I know the feelin’,” Nancy admitted, eyes distant in thought.

“She has beautiful dark hair, if a bit unkempt.” You smiled, looking at her. “But her eyes, Nance, the most striking blue I’ve ever seen. She makes the sea look green with envy.”

Nancy dipped her head before standing up suddenly. She rapped her knuckles against the table twice and swallowed hard. “I think I should be on my way,” she said, looking rather crestfallen.

“Wait.” You followed her motion and before she could step away, took her hand in yours and reached up with the other to gently cup her face.

“She’s you, Nancy, don’t you understand? I left the journal out for you to read because I wanted you to know.” Nancy kept still, searching your eyes with a look of disbelief etched onto her face. “May I kiss you?” Nancy didn’t answer, didn’t budge—just stood as if she had been caught in the gaze of Medusa herself. You leaned forward, giving her time to respond, to pull away or turn her head but nothing came. Cautiously, you pressed your lips to hers and felt the warmth of her mouth against yours. She exhaled into you as you deepened the kiss, taking her lower lip between yours before, finally, she reciprocated. She tasted of sweat and alcohol, but you didn’t mind. How could you? It was Nancy, after all.

When she pulled away, it was with a hopeful, if shy, smile and a delightfully pink blush painted across her cheeks. “If you must go, I only ask that you don’t stay away long,” you whispered. Nancy dipped her head bashfully and nodded before strolling out of your home and into the afternoon heat. As you watched her leave from the window, you noted that her back never looked so straight.

[wo-mary]

Be my personal mistress, Nancy Birch

Pairing: Nancy Birch x fem!Reader Word Count: 1164 Summary: You're getting spanked by Nancy again. But you realize that you are tired of her having other clients besides you. So you offer her something tempting.

How pleasantly painful the skin on your thighs and back tingle. Your arms are slightly numb, tightly bound with ropes and attached to the wall. You can't see yet, but you feel that all the parts of your body that Nancy has slapped are covered in abrasions. And the thought that you are adequately decorated and punished for today plunges you into a state of ecstasy. Your breathing is still erratic. The last blow was about a couple of minutes ago.

You hear the distant rustle of boots behind you, followed by the creak of an opening door.

— So, darling, have you had enough for today, or should I bring something special for you?

It's wet between your legs. You feel with all your being that your bare ass, thighs, are being appraisingly examined by the domme. And you feel a bit ashamed about it... Even though you've been using her services for several months in a row, you still couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability in front of her. This woman certainly excites you. And not just...

— Enough, Mistress… — you say submissively. A few minutes later, you feel Nancy's body close as she unties your hands. Once you're free, you shyly turn around but don't cover your bare parts and smile bashfully.

Nancy looks remarkable in that green loose shirt. She gives your clothes, and as you take it, you momentarily linger with your hand on hers. Your heart pounds loudly.

— How many more clients do you have today? —  you ask, putting on your corset and then the rather lush, beautiful dress. On weekdays, you usually play the role of a domineering social lady, and on weekends you turn into a slave, desperately and exhaustively demanding punishment and severe spanking from the famous dominatrix Nancy Birch.

— Three or four more men will come, — Nancy grumbles slightly displeased, tidying up all the props after your session today.

— Is it necessary? I'll pay you more than all of them.

— I can never have too much money. I make a living from this. As if you didn't know...

You feel your heart sink in disappointment, and you press your lips together in quiet, growing anger. When you're dressed, Nancy is still bustling around the dresser, tidying up something. You approach her and hesitantly place your hand on her shoulder, to which she abruptly turns and looks at you with an appraising, slightly haughty, slightly interested gaze.

You take a bag of gold from your pocket and place it in her hand. But you don't let go for a few seconds to feel the heat of her palms a little longer.

Nancy's gaze becomes even more surprised as she feels the weight of the bag.

— What... How much is in here?

The domme roughly takes the bag in her hands and immediately unties it, peeking inside. Her face is in shock, her mouth slightly agape. And, oh gods, you barely restrain yourself from covering her lips with yours in a surge of passion. Those eyes, cheekbones, nose, and chin... Before meeting Nancy, you had never seen such perfectly beautiful women.

— That's a fortune. Are you out of your mind giving me so much? We didn't agree on this.

— Nance… — your voice betrays a rasp. — I'll give you more. I'll give you the whole world if you need it, just so you won't take any clients besides me.

Your heart beats even more wildly than before. Your words sound fervent, but you try to hold back your emotion. You are so weak... in front of this... woman...

The dominatrix raises her piercing gaze to you. It seems she has never been as stunned and surprised as she is now. She takes a few seconds before she replies in a trembling voice:

— But... I don't understand. My services aren't worth that much. This is just a regular brothel, and I'm an ordinary domme who hurts you at your request.

You see hesitation on Nancy's face, and it stirs a storm of emotions in you. Your legs buckle, and suddenly you find yourself on your knees before the woman you are ready to worship and love till the end of time. The domme is even more surprised, a small, anxious sigh escaping her mouth. You grab her hand, pulling her closer and looking at the woman with a desperately pleading and frantic gaze:

— Be my personal mistress, Nancy Birch. We'll make a contract, however you want. You'll live in my house, and I'll provide for you. All I'll require from you... is to spank me occasionally, properly. I won't demand more. And you... you... won't need anything.

You press her hands to your lips and begin to kiss them eagerly. You want to bite, lick them, but you hold back and just kiss them tenderly and fervently. Nancy stands in great turmoil. She doesn't resist, doesn't pull her hands away. She just looks at you in shock, breathing erratically. Her gaze is dazed, and her cheekbones are tense.

Nancy swallows, opens her mouth, wants to say something. But she is too overwhelmed to know the right words to choose.

You stop kissing her hands and suddenly embrace her legs, rasping with your voice:

— Think about it, please... I'm not pressuring you. These men, these scum of society, they are not worthy of you. But I can't break away from you. You occupy all my thoughts. You have taken control of me. And I would offer you my hand in marriage if the laws allowed it. But I can only offer this. But it doesn't mean that... that... you will be obliged to love me or anything like that. It's enough for me if you punish me... Because I'm madly in love with you, Nancy.

As you say all this in a surge of heat and passion, Nancy transforms, and no longer stands as a mistress. In her place stands a stunning woman who has just been confessed to directly for the first time in her life, and she doesn't know how to react or what to feel.

You still hold her hands. She gently pulls them away from you, then touches your chin with her fingertips. Your breathing stumbles, and a flush of heat rushes to your face.

Nancy transforms again, her face once again that of a mistress, her gaze haughty and playful, and her lips curl into a one-sided smile. But somewhere in the blue of her eyes, you see something warm flicker... respect for you? She stays silent for several minutes, holding you by the chin and scrutinizing your face.

You desperately need her. And the longer the silence stretches, the more hope fades.

But at that moment, when you close your eyes to cry because of the riot of feelings inside, Nancy speaks:

— So, I'll be able to update my props?

You snap your eyes open and see Nancy smiling contentedly. It seems she almost agreed. It seems you've just gained the woman of your dreams.

[harlot-of-oblivion]

The Devil's In The Details

Dante starts to feel something more besides an undeniable attraction growing between him and the fiery Detective.

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Chapter 11: A Little Heat Never the Devil

Dante sticks to you like glue as both of you run down the train aisle, leaving the chaos and destruction of the derelict station behind. And just when things started to get interesting, he thought remorsefully, still so curious about what you were going to him for tricking you.

It was an honest mistake; in hindsight, he probably should’ve kept up with you more during the battle. But you really know how to handle a gun, and Ebony was fucking glorious in your hands. Just seeing you in action, popping demons left and right while covering his back was one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.

So, when he got popped as well, he didn’t mind since he knew it was his fault. It’s not the first time he got shot and walked away scotch free, but the way you rushed to his side all protective and concerned…he really couldn’t help but to let it all play out just to see what you would do. You always have this icy wall around you, and getting a peek through it as you pushed his shirt up to check his wound…the devil within him purrs at the mere memory of your fingers brushing his chest. And the way your eyes ignited with pure rage and desire when you confronted him…

How could a devil resist getting a rise out of a firecracker like you?

That’s Honeybee for ya, he remarks to himself as both of you dash into the last train car. Ferocious beauty all wrapped up in a smokin’ hot package.

Dante regains his focus as you leap out of the broken-down train car with him hot on your heels. Both of you stand still for a moment with weapons ready, quietly waiting to see if the reigning destruction will cascade down to this part of the abandoned station. But the trembling ground calms down as the echo of the crumbling racket in the distance fades away.

“Whew! What a rush!” he exclaims while dismissing his sword with a flick of wrist. “Amiright, Honeybee?”

Your eyes squint viciously as he turns towards you. “That’s one way of putting it,” you growl before hitting his shoulder with the handle of Ebony over and over.

“Ow! Hey!” he yelps before ripping his gun out of your hand. “What’s that for?” he asks while rubbing his aching shoulder.

“For being an insufferable dick!” you fume before turning away from him with a furious whip of your head.

Dante can literally feel the fury humming in your body, threatening to burst through the seams of your control. Hmm…might’ve pushed her too hard, he admits with a concerned frown while holstering Ebony behind his back. But before he can try to diffuse your unbridled temper, you take a deep breath and all the anger seems to just disappear as your quaking body becomes deathly still.

“C’mon…let’s report back.”

You take out your flashlight and forge ahead without a backward glance. Dante follows quietly, leaping up the ledge to the station just ahead before helping you up with a charming smile. But your stoic face never wavers as both of you make your way out the station in total cold silence.

Yeah…definitely pushed too hard, he notes, already missing the companionable heated banter that usually goes on between you two as both of you climb up the ruined stairs up to the surface.

Carmen waves both of you down with a relieved smile. “Hey, guys! How’d it go?” she yells while jogging up to meet us.

“Pretty good!”

“We encountered some demons.”

We both respond at the same time, and Carmen looks between us with her mouth agape in shock and horror. “What?! Holy shit, are y’all okay?”

“We’re fine,” you reassure while reaching into your leather coat. “But we found this,” you inform while handing her the evidence bag with the bedroom slipper in it. “Fill her in, Dante.”

“Uh, okay,” he murmurs with a confused quirk of his brow as you walk away at a brisk pace.

His quizzical eyes never leave your retreating back as you whip out your glasses and slip them on before taking out your notebook. You stop a good distance away before updating your notebook with a furious scribble of your pencil. Dante lets out a frustrated sigh as he turns back to Carmen, who is looking up at him with a sympathetic smirk.  

“Don’t worry…she gets like this when she’s super pissed,” she assures with a small nod of her head. “Just give her some space and she’ll go back to her usual icy self again!”

Dante nods in understanding as his eyes flicker back over to you. “Sounds like you’re used to this.”

“Oh, yeah! It’s just how Quickdraw works,” she comments with a casual shrug of her shoulder. “So, what did ya find?” she presses on while looking at the evidence bag in her hand.

“A bedroom slipper,” he informs while keeping his eyes on you. “Honeybee thinks it could’ve been Mrs. Harmon’s.”

“Oh, sweet! We’ll see in the lab later!” she exclaims with an excited smile while pocketing the evidence bag. “But what about the demons?” she asks with a sudden fearful twist of her lips.

Dante glances down at her with a confident smirk. “All taken care of.”

Carmen sighs in relief. “Good…glad you were there with her,” she murmurs while nodding her head towards you. Then, her lips curl into a gleeful grin. “And can I just say…I totally ship it!”

“What do ya mean?” he asks with a curious quirk of his brow.

“You and her together!” she explains with a wildly excited gesture of her hands. “The chemistry is just…perfection!”

Dante chuckles wryly. “Wish she felt the same way,” he murmurs as his longing eyes find their way back to you.

“Oh, believe me…she totally does!” she assures with a knowing smile. “I’ve seen this before, ya know.”

His eyes swivel back towards Carmen with a sudden pique of interest. “Really?”

“Well, uh…” she hesitates before heaving a soft sigh. “Okay…so, I’ve known her for a long time, and I’ve noticed that she doesn’t show interest in the normal way,” she discloses with a soft whisper. “Most would go full on heart eyes, but Quickdraw…she’s more complicated.”

Already got that impression, he quips silently to himself, but still leans in closer to hear more.

“Complicated how?”

Carmen looks back at you like she’s making sure you haven’t noticed their conversation before continuing in a secretive whisper. “She usually keeps her cool with everyone, but every now and then there’s someone who just rubs her the wrong way…but I think it’s the right way!” she informs with a satisfyingly knowing smirk. “Like the last guy that she swears up and down that she had no romantic feelings for…they’d get into explosive arguments at the station! It was so thrilling!” she whispers excitedly before scrunching her lips in a disappointed frown. “But it didn’t work out.”

I can guess why, he thought as the juicy tidbit he heard about your Lieutenant replays in his mind. He got the impression that there was a history between you two, and after what Moxie shared with him at Love Planet’s bar…the devil within growls possessively against his skin, but he ignores it in favor of playing along.

“Why not?” he prods while leaning closer.

“He chose his career over her,” she replies with a small shrug. “And she’s moved on, but man…what a dick move,” she murmurs while glancing over at you with a dejected sigh. “Quickdraw deserves more than getting thrown under the bus…which is why I’m gonna help you!” she claims as her lips curve into a hopeful and bubbly smile.

“You wanna be my wing woman?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

Carmen nods. “Hell yeah! In fact, I have an idea, but we can’t talk about it now,” she whispers softly, shooting a wary glance your way. “You got a cellphone?” she asks, surreptitiously taking her own phone out with a cheeky grin when he nods. “Gimme your number and I’ll fill ya in later!”

Dante recites his number and she quickly types it into her phone before pocketing it. Both of you share a sly smile as the distant ringtone of the Detective’s cellphone chimes through the air. You flinch irritably at the interruption, but still whip out your phone and bring it up to your ear. He can’t quite hear your low murmuring words, but he can tell that the conversation must annoy you by the way you prop your hand on your hip. Then, you end the call and close your notebook with a snap before approaching him with an irked grimace.

“Everything alright?” he asks with a concerned tilt of his head.

“Yeah…just the Lieutenant wanting a personal update as soon as possible,” you explain with an annoyed twitch of your brow before turning to Carmen. “How much longer do you think you’ll take here?”

“Just waitin’ for the tow truck to get here!” she informs while nodding her head towards the abandoned car. “I’d say about another 30 minutes?”

You nod. “Alright. Seeya later, Sandiego.”

“Seeya! And good luck!” she replies with a chipper smile before joining the rest of the crime scene analysts  waiting around the abandoned car.

Dante gives her a friendly wave before turning towards you. “So, back to the station?”

You ponder for a moment before shaking your head. “Let’s get lunch first.”

“Nothing like mowing down demons to work up an appetite!” he exclaims as both of you head towards Cavaliere.

You let him drive this time much to his disappointment and judging by the disgruntled rev of the Devil Arm’s engine…he’s not the only one. Dante rolls his eyes but he totally understands; the way you straddled Cavaliere and rode him like a pro really turned him on…but the feel of your hands around his waist as you lean against his back makes up for it a little bit. Just having you close makes the devil within purr with contentment as he follows the directions you gave him before riding off.

Dante comes to a screeching halt on an unfamiliar street and looks around curiously as you hop off the fiendish bike. You urge him to follow with a nod of your head before walking down the adjacent sidewalk. He hurries off the bike and follows you to a food truck decorated to look like it’s wearing a tuxedo parked by the street. His brow quirks at the fancy cursive sign that reads Dapper Dogs.

“Huh…and here I thought you’d live up to your end of our deal,” he teases with a rueful shake of his head while crossing his arms.

You chuckle wryly. “You said pizza, but you didn’t say just traditional pizza,” you point out with an amused smirk.

Dante quirks his brow in interest as you step up to the food truck to give your order to the guy behind the window. Then, you grab a couple of drinks before walking back to him. You offer him one of the drinks while both of you wait for your food. He takes a sip and hums softly as the sweet and spicy taste of home brewed ginger beer bursts on his tongue.  

You cross your arms and wait with him for a couple of minutes until the guy behind the window waves you down. He watches as you go over and grab a small tray before dropping some cash in the tip jar. Then, you look back at him and nod towards Cavaliere before heading that way.

Dante rushes up behind you and looks over your shoulder with a perplexed furrow of his brow. “What the hell is that?”

“Diavola Dog,” you reveal while looking over your shoulder at him. “It’s a hot dog wrapped in spicy salami smothered with tomato sauce, mozzarella cheese, and pickled jalapeños,” you explain with a challenging quirk of brow. “I thought a devil like you can handle a little heat.”

“Oh, I can handle it, Honeybee.”

Your keen eyes flicker up to his confident smirk before you quickly turn your head away from him with an indifferent hum. But he still saw that fiery spark that he desperately tries to stoke every time he sees it in your intense gaze. She’s warmed up to the nickname, but still pretends to not like it, he muses as you set the tray down on Cavaliere’s seat.

You hand him a well-crafted and utterly smothered hot dog before grabbing your own. Then, you lean against the backside of Cavaliere while setting your drink down on the tray. He watches as you dig into your meal, giving no shits about appearing all ladylike as you open your mouth wide before hacking into your hot dog with a satisfied groan.

Dante licks his lips as his mind wonders about what else your mouth could do, but he shakes those desirous thoughts out of his head as he focuses on his own hot dog. He sets his drink next to yours before bringing up his meal for a curious sniff. It smells like pizza, he admits before leaning against the front side of Cavaliere. Then, he takes a bite…and throws his head back as a familiar savory flavor with a heated kick of spice hits him like a brick wall.

“Mmmm…holy shit!” he exclaims with a gratifying moan before going back for more.

“Told ya so,” you murmur with a smug nod while swiping some tomato sauce from your cheek.

“Don’t get me wrong, I still like pizza,” he clarifies between hearty chews of his mouth before swallowing. “But this is really good!” he admits before taking another bite. “And the pickled jalapeños…damn!”

You grin triumphantly as both of you fall into comfortable silence, just enjoying the calm and quiet of enjoying a damn good meal for a few moments. But the concerned and hectic tone of your voice as you rushed to his aid in that demon infested part of derelict station invades his mind. He was only provoking you, but realizes that you’re not like Lady or Trish, who are used to him being reckless all the time.

Still worth it to feel her hands on my chest, but… he relents before trying to make amends.

“So, uh… I’m sorry I scared ya down there.”

You pause your chewing of a delectable meal before letting out a resigned sigh. “It’s alright. Still not used to having a half demon as a partner,” you murmur before pinning him down with a harsh glare. “But if you even pull some shit like that ever again…”

“I won’t!” he promises with a defensive shrug of his shoulders before flashing you with his most charming grin. “Just glad that you care, Honeybee.”

You roll your eyes but he can still see the barest hint of a smirk on your lips as you go back to enjoying your spicy meal. Oh yeah…still got it, he boasts to himself while digging into his own delicious hot dog. Both of you finish eating and drink every drop of the refreshing ginger beer before hitting the road once more.

Dante zips through the streets for a few minutes before barreling into the station’s parking lot with a loud rev of Cavaliere’s engine. You hop off as soon as he parks and immediately head inside with him in tow. The charged excitement of his first appearance here has died down, but he still gets some curious looks as both of you make your way to the criminal investigations department. Even Detective Douche pauses whatever loud and verbose conversation he’s having with a bunch of other detectives in the department to stare at him as both of you head straight towards the Lieutenant’s office.

You knock on the door and open it when the Lieutenant’s raspy voice answers. “About damn time,” he grumbles while ushering both of you in with a wave of his hand. “Whatcha got for me, Detective?” he asks as his office door clicks shut.

You take a seat in a chair across from the Lieutenant’s desk while Dante remains standing behind you. The Lieutenant arches his brow but doesn’t question him as you launch into a report about your current finding in the case. You go into the details of searching through the Harmons safety deposit box and the interview with their son. Both of you agree that contents of the safety deposit offer more questions than answers, and that the son is an unlikely suspect due to an airtight alibi and lack of evidence implicating him.

Then, you move onto the missing dog in the abandoned car, informing the Lieutenant that the murder weapon has been recovered for testing. You mention the humongous syringe you found as well, feeling very confident that it’ll test positive for the mysterious demonic venom that’s been present in your other related cases. The Lieutenant perks up at that little bit of information but doesn’t interrupt as you go into your investigation of the derelict station. You go through every detail: finding the bedroom slipper, heading deeper into the station through the broken-down train, and the terrifying encounter with a group of demons.

“Demons?” he repeats with a raised brow. “Are you sure?”

Dante bristles at the Lieutenant’s skeptical tone. “Are ya saying she’s a liar?”

You remain silent as the Lieutenant shoots him with a withering glare. Dante knew that he should’ve kept quiet, but he can’t help but to remember what he heard from Carmen…about how you were ridiculed while your former partner sitting behind that desk left you high and dry for a promotion. Just thinking about how much that must’ve hurt you makes the devil within rumble angrily beneath his skin as he stares right back at the Lieutenant with his own scathing glare.   

“No, I’m not,” the Lieutenant answers gruffly before turning his attention back to you. “Any injuries?”

“None,” you reply with a small shake of your head.  “We dealt with them quickly, but they took a chuck of the station with them,” you explain before launching into a short and concise retelling of your daring escape from the abandoned station as it came crashing down from above.

The Lieutenant is stunned for a moment. Then, he takes a deep breath and lets out a low whistle. “Damn…glad you got out okay.”

“Me too, Lieutenant,” you murmur with a relieved sigh. “But any lead on Mrs. Harmon’s whereabouts got destroyed as well,” you point out as your lips curve into a frustrated frown.

The Lieutenant nods in agreement. “But them’s the brakes sometimes,” he admits while placing his elbows atop his desk. “Just glad that they didn’t cause a ruckus above ground. We’re still dealing with that shitshow of a tree, and if the press finds out…” he trails off while lacing his fingers together with a grime scowl.

“A total frenzy,” you finish as your lips twist into a contemptuous grimace. “Yeah, I know.”

The Lieutenant meets your gaze, and Dante gets the impression that both of you are still talking despite the growing silence. His eyes flicker between both of you, taking in the Lieutenant’s stoic face and your scornful expression as he wonders what exactly is being said in the utterly quiet office.

Kinda feeling like a third wheel here, he muses as the possessive growl of the devil within rattles under his skin. A quip mirroring that exact same thought is on the tip of his tongue, but before he can break the silence with it…the Lieutenant turns his stoic gaze to him

“Can you excuse us, Mr. Dante? I’d like to talk to the Detective…alone.”

Dante looks down at you before nodding. “Sure,” he murmurs while gripping your shoulder before leaning down close to your ear. “I’ll just wait in your office, kay?”

You glance up at him and nod with a grateful smirk while patting his hand. Then, you turn your steely gaze back on the Lieutenant as he heads out of the office. He opens the door and spares a glance back at you and the Lieutenant staring silently at each other, literally filling the office with an impending tensity that beckons him away. The devil within growls in protest, but Dante knows you can handle whatever your old partner slings at you. So, he steps out and closes the door behind him before making his way to your office.

The other detectives glance at him curiously, but none of them approach him as he walks through the department straight to your office like he belongs here. He opens the door and swiftly shuts it before heading towards your desk. The box of strawberry donuts you gave him this morning is still there right where he left it before both of you went out. He grabs a donut from the box with a fond smile before taking a bite as his mind replays the conversation he had with you over these delectable treats.

He saw the shock in your eyes when he appeared in your office, which told him that you honestly thought you scared him away. But nothing you do could scare him away, not even the threat of a knife to the gut because that fire he sees in you is irresistible. You always seem to keep everyone at a distance, but the “sorry for being such a bitch” donuts told him that you really do care, and that you’re aware of the anger locked away behind your stoic façade that scares everyone away if they get a peek of it.

But not him…in fact, it draws him in more. It calls to him, beckoning him to come closer…the devil within purrs in delight at the mere image of the fire behind your icy eyes. He can’t quite place what it was about you that pulls him in with such force, but after what you, Moxie, and Carmen have told him…he knows that it’s not just your fire.

Dante takes another bite of his donut as he walks around the desk and leans against the exact same spot where he heard you talk about the case that nearly ended your career earlier this morning. He knew that you would be pissed if you found out that he was snooping around for information about you. So, he told you he went poking around because he was hoping that you would tell him your side of the story. And you did, it was vague but he got the gist; seemed like a normal case involving a serial killer, but you came face-to-face with a demon…and the people you thought would have your back turned a blind eye to save face because the citizens of Red Grave City couldn’t trust the police if a mere demon can trick them.

He finishes the donut with a vicious bite as old memories of his past flash before his mind. After the attack on his home and escaping the horrors of what the demons wrought, making a new life with a different name just like his mom told him to before she…he tried to move on, but his devilish nature always seemed to attract the attention of demons. And that always came with a landslide of doubt and mistrust from anyone he confided in back then.

It ruined his reputation for a while, but he made it work with a few close friends along the way. He was able to make a living out of what brought him pain, a way to release the anger and despair of not being strong enough to protect his mother. And he sees that in you, trying to protect people from the devastation that demons bring despite no one watching your back.

Dante reaches for another donut but pauses as the gravity of his attraction to you hits him hard in the chest. The fire behind those determined and angry eyes of yours when he first met you drew him in…well, that and the confidence you commanded while walking around his office, so smoking hot and irresistible. But after working with you for a couple of days and hearing about what happened to you in the past…he feels connected to you on a deeper level beyond sexual attraction.  

Too bad Honeybee doesn’t wanna give me a chance, he thought, recalling the couple of times you made it very clear that you only see him as your partner.

But then again, he can tell that you’ve started to warm up to him and that you’re attracted to him as well. He definitely smelled the heady scent of your arousal when you marched right up to him after your tirade. Your lips were so close to his as you stared up at him with those scorching eyes…the devil within purrs against his skin as he wonders what your lips would taste like, how they would feel pressed against his in a blazing hot kiss…    

Dante puts a pause on his desirous thoughts as the sound of stomping footsteps approaches your office. He looks over his shoulder just as you rip the door open with an irate scowl. At least she’s not pissed at me for once, he thought, subtly readjusting his pants that got a little too tight while pushing off your desk with a concerned frown.     

“You alright?” he asks as you enter your office before pushing the door closed with a hard smack of your hand.

You turn your angry gaze towards him, staying quiet for a moment before breathing in deeply. “Yeah,” you murmur with an exasperated huff. “Just Hard Ass being a hard ass.”

Dante waits for you to say more, but you remain silent as you walk over to your desk. He watches for a moment as you open a drawer and begin to stack various casefiles on top of each other. I hate it when she’s like this, he notes, much preferring the wild and passionate side of your temper instead of this cold and impassive anger that keeps him at a distance.  

“So, what do we do now?” he gently asks, hoping to shake you out of your icy shell by bringing your attention back to the case.

You don’t even look up at him as you respond. “Now, we’re done for the day and for the next couple of days…apparently,” you grumble before slamming the desk drawer closed with a bitter scowl.

Dante furrows his brow in confusion before putting the pieces together. “He ordered you to take the weekend off?”

“Yep,” you confirm while straightening the stack of case files. “He wants us to lay low in case the press got a whiff of what happened down in the station.”

You pause for a moment, and he can see the conflicting thoughts churning behind your searing eyes. Something in his gut tells him that getting ordered to take time off isn’t the only thing that incurred your icy wrath. And it looks like you’re about to tell him more, biting your lip in thought before turning your furious gaze towards him. But then, you shake your head and pick up the stack of casefiles with a weary sigh.  

“I had some errands to run anyway,” you inform with a defeated shrug of your shoulders. “But we can still meet later and brainstorm our next move if you want,” you offer while adjusting the sizable number of casefiles under your arm.

Dante regards you with a worried tilt of his head. He wants to know what’s really going on with you but decides against butting into your business since you’re more likely to push him away than tell him anything at this point.

“Yeah!” he agrees while taking out his cellphone.

You follow suit and type his number in your phone before reciting your own number to him. Not exactly how I imagined getting her number, but I’ll take it, he muses while recording the digits with a smug smile. Then, he saves the number under his nickname for you before pocketing his cellphone.  

“Just gimme a call whenever,” he offers with a charming smirk.

“Alright,” you reply with a grateful nod before heading towards your office door.

Dante rushes ahead and opens it for you, which makes you shake your head at his chivalrous gesture. But your lips still curl into an amused smirk as he follows you out the office. Both of you walk through the station quietly, but the soft chime of your cellphone breaks the silence. You take it out and start sending a flurry of texts, disregarding the peculiar yet leery stares of your fellow officers as you lead the way out with a determined scowl.

The tension hovering around you melts away slightly as both of you make it to the station’s parking lot. Dante follows as you head straight towards your motorcycle, softly laughing when Cavaliere rev’s its engine in protest. Couldn’t agree with ya more, he laments while shaking his head at the fiendish motorcycle. He doesn’t want to see you ride away without him either, but he knows that you desperately want some space right now.

So, he just watches with a heavy heart as you secure the casefiles in a side bag before putting your helmet on. Then, you hop onto your bike and crank the ignition, giving it a couple revs before turning to him.    

“Seeya later, Dante.”

“Adios, Honeybee.”

And with that, you peel out of the parking lot with a loud roar of your motorcycle. Dante just stands there for a moment, ignoring the low rumbling growl of Cavaliere’s engine as he wonders what the hell he’s gonna do while waiting for your call. He could always go back to Love Planet and hang out with Moxie, but she always had a knack of seeing right through his jokingly carefree attitude. And he’s really not in the mood to talk about whatever’s going on between him and the Detective.

Maybe a drive though the abandoned parts of the city, he decides while walking towards his ride. Might find some demons to pummel along the way if I’m lucky.

Dante hops onto Cavaliere just as his cellphone rings and vibrates in his jacket. His heart feels like it’s leaping for joy in his chest as he whips it out with an excited tremble of his hands. Really? So soon? he wonders while looking at the slightly cracked screen. But his brows furrow at the unfamiliar number before accepting the call with a disappointed frown.

“Hello?” 

“Hiya! It’s me, Carmen!”

“Oh, hey!” he responds with a cheery smile. “Didn’t expect you to call so soon.”

“Yeah, well…I had a plan, but Quickdraw just texted me a while ago that she got benched for the weekend,” she quickly explains with a worried tone. “But that only gave me another brilliant plan!” she exclaims, and he can literally hear the excited grin on her face as she speaks.

“Really?” he questions. So that’s who Honeybee was texting on the way out, he surmises while tilting his head with interest. “Do tell.”

Carmen giggles softly. “Well, this isn’t the first time the Lieutenant ordered her to take some time off…she’d literally work herself to the bone if no one stopped her,” she informs with a fretful sigh. “So, as her fun-loving friend, I suggested that we should all go out to the cantina!”

“The what now?” he asks with a curious quick of his brow.

“Oh, uh…it’s a bar called Fuego del Diablo,” she informs before moving on. “Me, her, and Graves go there a lot. It’s got great food, strong margaritas, and a huge dance floor for salsa dancing!”

Dante hums softly as the image of you in a smoking hot dress dances across his mind. “Sounds fun!” he admits with a pleased smirk while his gut tells him that’s more to her plan. “But I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Carmen stalls for a moment before continuing. “I may have uh…neglected to tell her that you’re invited?”

Dante chuckles. “Ah, very sneaky, Sandiego!”

“Yeah, I know…but look!” she starts with an irked sigh. “Quickdraw is stubborn and won’t let her guard down at work,” she discloses before letting out a devious laugh. “Which is why I think it’d be good if both of you see each other outside of work…with plenty of tequila and dirty dancing.”

“Wow…you really do ship us, huh?” he asks while admiring the cunning plan of the bubbly crime scene analyst.

“Damn right!” she exclaims with utmost confidence. “I know it’s risky and Quickdraw could fly off the handle, but I’ve known her for a while and I feel like…” she pauses before letting out a frustrated sigh. “She tries so hard to uphold this image of being aloof and strong in a male dominated workforce that constantly looks for every little fault,” she explains with an angry tone. “And after what she went through…she just needs to find the opportunity to let loose and finally have some happiness cos there’s no way she’ll go for it herself.”

Dante remains silent as this new information floods his mind. Then, he smiles and speaks softly. “You’ve got her back too, huh?”

“Hell yeah!” she exclaims with an enthusiastic giggle before lowering her voice.  “And don’t worry, Dante…Wing Woman Sandiego’s got your back too!”

“Glad to hear it!” he responds with a wide grin. “Now, where is this cantina?”

Carmen gives him the location along with the description of the bar’s sign depicting a man with horns engulfed in fiery red flames. “We’re meeting at seven, but maybe wait until eight to show up?” she suggests with a sly lilt of her hopeful voice.

“You got it!” he agrees with an excited grin. “Seeya then,” he promises before ending the call.

Dante slips his cellphone back into his pocket before revving Cavaliere’s engine with a determined twist of his wrists. Then, he bolts out of the station’s parking lot with an explosive roar, zipping through traffic at breakneck speeds towards Love Planet. He didn’t want to go there at first cos Moxie would needle him constantly. But now, that’s the only place with a working shower that welcomes him. He’ll gladly suffer the keen eyes of Moxie because all she’ll see is his enthusiasm to impress the Detective that entices him.

But this night of drinking and dancing isn’t just about feeling your body against his, and if all goes well…your lips pressed against his in a soul crushing kiss. He also wants to establish trust with you. After hearing all the juicy details from Moxie and the hints from Carmen…he’s never felt so close to someone in a long time.

He’s gotten a little taste of your fire…but he wants more.

So much more...

🔪❤️‍🔥🔪

[bitchdafuqyousay]

im bitching again

I'm once again trying to look through a piece of media's tag. n its fucking Clogged n Cluttered n Flooded with x reader shit. I'm specifically looking up a specific ship of two characters n I've seen more "this post contains blocked tags" than I've seen actual content of what I'm fucking looking for. plus, a lot of the shit isn't tagged right. so I've got __ x reader tags fucking blocked, but I'm still seeing it more than actual goddamn content cause instead of tagging it as x reader they're tagging the shit with the ship I'm looking for, they're tagging it __ x __ so it still fucking comes up. its annoying the actual fuck outta me like christ alive. terrorizing fandom tags n taking over actual fucking content

[lesinquietes]

Bandit!All Smite is possessive. Interestingly, that doesn't stop him from making you dance for profit. After all, what can he do to earn a consistent income — go and work a modest job? He's done too much. He's too recognizable. If they apprehend him, he'll probably be executed for his crimes. Due to his decisions, the only cash he can get is from robbing any poor rich bastard he comes across on the open road... or mercenary work. But he can't do much of the latter without leaving you alone for an extended period of time, can he? You're not trained enough for his liking yet. Maybe in a few months, when you've accepted your new lifestyle. For now, you'll have to be the breadwinner of this family.

The blonde hulk watches you strip from a bra and panty down to your naked flesh, baring it for everyone to see. He can tell you're embarrassed. It widens his picturesque grin to see you squirm. Your job is simple, no? Flaunt your natural assets and collect money from entranced patrons. Not a soul touches you but him; that's why he's always present. The last occasion in which someone tried to violate that rule, they had their arm snapped in three places. Genuinely, they're fortunate he didn't kill them. You pleaded for him to stop, just as he was about to break their neck. You’re the only person he’s willing to heed.

Happy wife, happy life, right?

Heh.

He pockets all of your income from dancing. He calls it your expense for being such a princess. If by princess he means a normal woman who was kidnapped from her workplace to be the personal sex slave of a criminal, then he's correct. You still haven't come around.

He uses the evenings after your performances to vent out his frustration. Although he denies it, you can tell he’s jealous. In a perfect world, no one would lay their filthy eyes on your beautiful body. Implicitly, he fucks you roughly because he needs to show you — and himself — that you’re his. It’s the same fever he used after he brought you back to his base, after killing your client and kidnapping you the first time. The imprint he left on your form was emotional as much as was physical.

Miraculously, he never cums inside you. He’s careful with his seed. He says he doesn’t want to get you pregnant. That’s one thing you’re grateful about in this twisted arrangement — he doesn’t want kids. If that ever changes, you're in a load more trouble. But right now, without a baby weighing you down, the stage is set for you to escape when the opportunity arises. And it will arise. He can't stay on the run forever; especially not with you in tow.

Someone's bound to notice eventually.

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𝔉𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔲

[multifandomfix]

Imagine being there for Nancy after she’s flogged in the streets.

It had been a horrendous sight. Each crack of the whip leaving its mark on Nancy’s flesh. And each time it sounded it was as if you felt the sting along with her. Every cruel second that passed felt like an eternity, but finally it was over.

You ran to her the first moment you were able. Curled up and in bed, you could tell she was in a world of pain. “Nancy,” you began.

“Leave,” she managed to say, though even that simple utterance sounded pained.

“No,” you told her firmly. She may want to be alone, but that’s not what she needed right now. She needed those wounds tended to, and a kind hand to do it for her. “I’m staying until you’re cleaned and bandaged. I’m not letting you die over this.”

You helped her sit up. She winced and you couldn’t blame her. You’d witnessed that beating and she’d likely hurt for weeks to come. She didn’t fight you when you removed her shirt. As you tended to her wounds, she finally spoke again, turning to look at you.

“Why do you care so much?”

“Because Nance, I love you and it hurts me to see you hurt. I need you to survive this because I can’t live without you.”

It appeared she wanted to reply, but her words failed her. Her cheeks tinted the faintest shade of pink and she looked away. How had she never realized?

For @baubeautyandthegeek

Nancy Birch: @osterhagen

[weskie]

Random thoughts:

-Weskiepoo rarely goes drinking beyond getting a bit tipsy because he’s actually such a fucking idiot when he’s drunk. I once saw a mini comic about a very inebriated Albert crashing the Birkins’ wedding with his intoxicated shenanigans and it has never left me since

-He is a polyglot thanks to his extensive grooming teaching. He can speak Italian, French, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, and can carry a basic conversation in German, Romanian, and Dutch. He will use this for Evil (read: dirty talking in foreign languages to watch you melt) as well as Good (read: telling you he loves you more than life itself in languages you don’t speak so you’ll never know the true gravity of his adoration)

-He’s a gossip whore. He acts like he doesn’t give a shit but he EATS UP every shred of gossip he hears from everyone. Tell him about your workplace drama he will devour it.

-He babysat Sherry quite a bit and is actually her Godfather. He finds her adorable and charming and was extremely distressed at the thought of her dying in Raccoon City, so when he found out about Leon and Claire saving her, he felt inclined to spare them his wrath as much as he could (he found out that Sherry was alive after CVX, he wouldn’t have attacked Claire if he knew).

-He’s one of those people that literally no one expects to be good with kids or even like kids but he’s actually quite good with children. He’s mostly neutral about them, doesn’t love nor hate them, but if he finds an unattended child you bet your ass he’s gonna look after them until he can find their guardian. Very good at keeping kids distracted

-Autistic as fuck. This is why he wears the sunglasses and gloves. He stims with Uroboros

drunk wesker gets on the karaoke machine, full send. it's how we ended up with that one pokerface cover from him >:)

and god i love the one about the gossip too. he's a listener. and sure, his presence dominates whatever room he's in, but i guarantee that man used to hang back and listen to all of the drama the old s.t.a.r.s. crew used to talk about. love lives, family matters, random happenings in the city... it's all entertainment to him. even during his time at umbrella, i imagine he'd eavesdrop now and then. and why would anyone care? it's not like wesker is known for being a talker.

also goddddd imagining him being good with kids gives me baby fever (and i don't even want kids 😭). wesker with some kiddo resting on his lap while he reads an incident report aloud, leaving out all the scary parts, mind you.

these are all so good 😭😭 wesker on the brain forever and ever

[lovers-paradise]

Strong As Steel, Hard As Stone - Nancy Birch/Reader

A/N: Since nightmares wanna come back... here's this.

It had been clear to Nancy the day you turned up on her doorstep what had happened. The person you had hoped to be a salvation from the hell of your first relationship had proven just as bad. Markings cover your arms and neck, the bruised cheek and swollen lip said you had suffered through enough before coming here. Now, though, she puts you to bed, smooths the covers in ways she would never do for anyone else. Watches until you sleep, quiet and trusting even now, even after everything. It’s this, the complete tender trust in her, that makes her choice. She leaves you to rest, safe with the Lady Isabella, her friend and confidante, someone who would be understanding should you wake fretful and wrung out. She’s got his name, his address, he will pay and pay dearly. She leaves him dead, of course, sprawled out on his bed, the pillow and tied rope have only his handprints on, she will burn the gloves on her way home, he will seem a willing victim of his own mind, his own hunger for kinky sex. When you wake later, and you wake horribly, rasping her name into the silence of the room through a throat that still aches from his choking, she is there, steady and sweetly careful, soothing you back to rest before turning her gaze to her benefactor. Isabella, unknown to you, smiles and nods. You will have a place to work in the morning, tending to Isabella’s young daughter’s child, seeing to it that Nancy is free to spend her time as Isabella’s aide and support. Later, much later, you will consider Nancy’s kindness and silence a blessing but for now, for now you are merely happy to be cared for at all.

[robobee]

not to be the guy reading anime man x reader fiction but STOP MAKINF THEM GRIN AT EVERYRHING IF THEYRE A DEPRESSED WORKAHOLIC TYPE A!!!! THE MOST Y/N IS GETTING IS A TIGHT EXHAUSTED SMILE THAT MAKES THEIR EYES CRINKLE AND THATS IT!!!! AND Y/N IS GONNA LEARN TO LIKE IT!

[nostalgia-tblr]

Six Sentence Sunday would be far easier if my current make-lots-of-notes-and-think-of-words-later out-of-sequence writing technique allowed me more WIPs that a) have six full sentences in a row which are b) not in some way pornographic :(