#he bought a mansion there?? I am????

[archervale]

JACKLES MOVED TO CONNECTICUT???

[brailsthesmolgurl]

"It's priced reasonably..."

Preview: The boys' reactions to you buying things on impulse/on a discount! (Let's be fair, we all know they are all rich af, but I personally wanna give it a slice of life touch for them <3)

SYLUS

The big man you call your boyfriend stares at you when you stepped in through the front door with multiple bags loaded in your small palms. You had told him earlier on that you were going for window shopping and he was all too kind to give you his card and to ask you to use whenever you seem fit. However, coming over a huge discount on groceries are rare hence you had decided to use it as you 'deem it fit'. Sylus did noticed his phone's notifications going off a couple of times to alert him about transactions made on his card.

Instead of him looking at it, he would just mute the notifications and continue his humming while he seats himself comfortably on the couch and watches the news broadcast. "You had fun shopping, kitten?" He smirked, walking over to you to help you with the bags. "Next time, bring me along. I would like to see how my kitten makes good use of my card." Yet, you apologised for having to use his card when you told him you were supposedly going for window shopping but the man laughed in response, finding your apology to be adorable. "No more apologies kitten for I am not a stingy man."

RAFAYEL

Whilst on a shopping trip with Rafayel, this man would splurge on you. Apparently in this case, he would take up the role of the impulsive buyer rather than you. You eyeing something for more than 3 seconds? Considered it bought. You mentioning about something more than 3 times? Considered it purchased. You imagining something that may look good on him? Considered it a done deal. This man has no fear nor worry of ever going bankrupt as long as you're satisfied.

Staring at the huge lorry outside of his mansion, unloading everything you had mentioned would definitely put you in a state of shocked. Your boyfriend would approach you casually, wrapping his arm around your waist and nuzzling his nose against your neck. You would definitely question him on his purchasing behaviour but he would pout. "Gift giving and impulse buying goes hand in hand, and I do not see the reason why I should not be spoiling my cutie." Seeing you smile, he would continue. "It is just one of the ways I can show you that I love you, so don't hold me back on that, yeah?"

XAVIER

Grocery shopping with Xavier would be like going on a hunt for rare breeds of wanderers. Anything that are on discount would not be missed, especially with both of your sharp eyesights. However, you and Xavier are not known to be impulsive buyers. More like calculative buyers, the both of you seemingly carry a bit of a girl math's mentality. Other than necessities, anything that is supplemental to the house would be assessed for its usability and longevity. It is a perk the both of you would sometimes fight or bond over.

But if the discount is worth the product, then none of you would get it on the spot. You would have your moments where you would get something out of the blue, without running through your usual girl-math calculations, and you would be met with the quirk of an eyebrow from your boyfriend. "I suppose we lack this in our house." He would secretly do the math in his head but would never say anything to intentionally make you feel bad. "Yeah, we can make this work, no worries." Then, he would pull the same stunt as you, showing you something that he had got out of the blue as well.

ZAYNE

You would give Zayne a headache sometimes. Your childlike curiousity for interesting and new items would prompt Zayne to take on the role of a father figure. He might sometimes go as far as to suspect you may have a slight hint of ADHD in your system, but other than a slight migraine, he finds the quirk in you to be specifically unique to you. And, he never complains. Being the gentleman he is, he accepts you for who you are and tries to work his way around you whenever he could manage.

"Do you think you really need that?" He would point at the stuffed toys you are holding in your arms. Your point being all of them are begging you to adopt them with their big googly eyes. "Y/n, you might just have to pick one for adoption." Your slack-jawed expression would make him sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose slightly before he serves you a reminder of the consequences for your behaviour. "You had adopted exactly 36 plushies, and now, only 5 of them are actually adopted on your bed, while the rest of them are abandoned in your closet. So y/n, which one do you plan to ACTUALLY adopt now hmm?"

[navillee]

I need to talk about sub Sylus. I got the mental NEED to go against the grain and spread the word, so here I am.

All lads' men can be subs. You guys aren't seeing it cause you vision what a sub should be is restricted.

Sub Sylus 𓅨

an Introduction

Sylus has so much potential as a sub and you all are committing the nastiest sin for ignoring that possibility;

I'm gonna say that once: all that facade he proudly polished being the Onychinus leader is just to hide the fact that he's a finsub. And probably a SAM too;

Let me elaborate to the people who also knew he was into something but couldn't figure it out. Sylus doesn't fit what most people consider the standard for a submissive men is, but that doesn't mean that he's automatically a dom, or that the things making Sylus eyes spark – quite literally – are approaches reserved to doms only;

First of all, it is clear he's a finsub. Finsub is a shortcut to 'financial sub', and the term explains itself. I'm 100% sure that as soon as you enter the N109 zone, he was already requesting a credit card for your use exclusively. It didn't get delivered in time. That's why he landed his at the protocore auction;

"5 million. You offer will make people think I'm broke. Wouldn't want that, sweetie." That line alone explains everything, on top of he only sounding satisfied when you bought every protocore there;

He loves showing off to others how healthy he is and how no other but him is suitable to spoil his dom miss hunter;

Did you ever notice he's always spoiling you? Dresses, high-quality protocore-based weapons, week dates to expensive and exclusive restaurants, jewelry, even a private fireworks show. Luke and Kieran are always running down to Linkon to deliver you something new in the middle of the week because Sylus can't wait the entire week. He never can;

Sylus gets off watching his bank account movement as you spend his money. As higher the spent, better his orgasm;

You can spend all you want, but he made sure to request that every time you wish to buy a new set o lingerie, he could give his humble opinion on it;

On top of that, he always gives you hints about what he wants you to use on him. That's why you had to stop opening your message app on the hunter's association computer browser: Sylus can send you links to a new sex toy any time during the day. As I told you before, he can never wait properly;

"They made an exclusive high-quality leather collar craved in rubies." *sends the link of the N109 zone's craftsman* "Wouldn't that match my eyes, mistress hunter?"

It's a matter of three days wait to receive the said collar at your apartment's door. That's Sylus way to make you visit his mansion;

And THATS when his other side bloom. The SAM sub side. 'SAM' is also a shortcut that stands for a combination from "pain slut" and a brat. Sylus is both;

I mean, come on, he made you shoot him, and since the evol resonance failed, he acted like a desperate brat. When he noticed that his behavior was making you dislike him, Sylus noticed that it was better to show his freaky side little by little, to not scare his darling away from him;

But he couldn't even if he wanted to. You two are attached to levels that neither of you can actually understand. He knows that, and he wants to explore his desires with you because they're made to suit yours. He knows that deep inside, you want to devour him as much as he wants to feel the pain;

Is that threatening feeling that makes his eyes sparkle in blood red. That's why there's this push-pull dynamic happening with him. It's because he's desperately trying to bring out your dom side;

That's when the second name he refers about you appears. "Miss hunter," "mistress hunter," is just the surface level of Sylus as a sub;

It's when "ma'am" slips out his mouth that you know you have this man on your hands. And "ma'am" isn't "mommy." There's a substantial difference between them. That's why every sub is different;

As an example, let's use another lads man as an example: Rafayel. Rafayel is the type of sub that refers to you as "mommy." From his behavior to his tone of voice, his "mommy's" melodic calls are a meeting awaited for centuries, it's a sign of obedience, an eager plea for guidance to a comfort place where he doesn't have to worry anymore;

Sylus "ma'ams" are pleas for destruction. He wants more, and he wants harder;

"Yes ma'am. Can you do it harder? Fuck! I need it harder!"

You're entropy to his universe. As you two reach the chaos together in a complex dance of testing the others' nerves, more alive he feels.

He teases, and he teases way too much. You should always keep attention to his body signs cause he's reckless when there's a collar around his neck. When he watches the rubies of his now favorite collar shining on the mirror, all he wants is to you to break him;

Put a pretty gag on his convinced smile. He doesn't want praises, so when he starts drooling slut him out. Watch Sylus getting hard with your condescending tone. He will keep mumbling back cause he wants more;

Force him on his knees, kick his legs spread apart, and pull his hair back. The face of eagerness approval he will give you is gonna be priceless;

Slap his skin, face with your hands, thighs, and ass with the so commented good leather toys he bought. Do that every time he shows himself unable to keep his damm hands on the handcuffs;

Rip his skin with your nails. It isn't like he gives you other options. When Sylus notices you're scratching him, he will find a way to piss you off. "I thought your nails are sharper than that," "a kitten can't scratch it like tiger after all, shouldn't put my expectations too high." Watch him hiss and arch as you paint his torso with thin red fillets of his ripped sensitive skin;

I think he's also okay with spit, especially on his mouth;

He is large and tough. He can take anything, and I mean ANYTHING you give it to him;

Shove a vibrator right on prostate and keep pumping his cock, test him to see how much he can handle until he breaks;

Because when he, in fact, breaks, there's nothing left but a dumb slut that can only mumble unconnected words – swearing disconnected sentences in its great majority;

When you finish with him, he will be a mess, head too cloudy to think as you take care of his bruises;

Isn't it like you could prevent him from walking around with little to no fabric on his torso inside the house. He's definitely an exhibitionist. Those are bruises worthy to show of, anyway, he likes seeing himself in the mirror with them, it feels right;

As he watch them fade away, it is just a matter of time for him until he starts to get on your nerves again, to make your obscene art on his skin and on his mind.

[coldilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

DC x Pjo

I got this idea from another Tumblr post and I'm pretty new so, ion know how to tag and stuff, pls tell me

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"So... My mom just disappeared?" A little 6 year old (Name) asks Alfred about her mom

Alfred turned back like he was reminiscing "The Gala was for three nights, the first night she mesmerized all, the second night she befriended everyone, the third night she slept with your father"

.....

"then she disappeared, then you were dropped on our little doorstep! We were skeptical at first then we DNA tested you, you're Bruce's kid so you are the Wayne Manor's baby! And you and your Daddy are one big happy family"

That was lie. That a big lie

You know Alfred was just trying to make you feel better

It wasn't working.

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You feel like shit, they look so fucking happy, for years and years have passed, your 12 now for God sake

Every year a new family photo was taken and as the years pass more and more people are added to the photos

And the phrase "the more the merrier was always said to you" like they were trying to drill it into your head, but it seemed like every year, you were being pushed farther and farther back into the photos till you're barely noticeable

It sucks at home and it sucks at school, at home at least you only had Damian to worry about, he would torture and bully you, remind you of how unloved and unwanted you were here, but at school?

It was everyone.

It doesn't help how you're unable to focus that much either, always getting called by teachers when you're not paying attention, and then them ridiculing you

Also, with the fact that your entire family are vigilantes except you.

Except you, you tried, and you were good at it, the problem was, why did it seem like a lot of villains were after you

So you were stuck at the manor

"hello" a woman inside the Manor spoke

This shocked you, she looked too old to be another kid adopted by that... But you can't be too sure

"new kid?" You asked

She seemed taken aback, but then it was like a veil was lifted and she transformed into this ew

Wtf did she just turn into?

Suddenly she had this donkey leg and snake tongue and fire for hair, her eyes slit and she hissed at you

Then she attacked

"OH WHAT THE FUCK"

With no weapon and no Alfred in hand, you ran

She ran after you and lit the hallways on fire in the process

You ran fast and far, to the outskirts of the mansion and straight into the garden, now when you thought your day could not get ANYMORE weirder, a voice calls out in the bushes

"I knew it! I knew you were a half-blood!I wasn't sure, but now I am!" You turn around and see a full ass tree transform into a beautiful lady

You're sure that Gotham Prep once talked about the side effects of drugs, and even if you haven't taken any drugs, you feel the side effects

"don't be scared, I'm a nymph! Me and my friends will help you run away from the empousa!" She grabbed me and threw me in the lake

A hand grabs you and pulls you further underwater, as much as you struggled, the hand kept pulling you and pulling you till your deep and then changed direction

Like you guys were heading somewhere, it felt like days, the hands alternating, first hands were blue and the lady whom the hands belonged too sounded worried, second hands were green, the lady was surprised

Third hand was light bluish purple, she expressed concern and kept pulling

The last hand was of human skin tone, pulling you up to shore

"Sir Chiron! There's a camper! The Naiads bought her here! Sir Chiron!"

He turns to look at you a bit worried, he looked from 13-14

He said "My name is Percy Jackson, and yours?"

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Empousa: haha an unsuspecting demigod!

(Name) thinking that Bruce adopted another one: new kid?

Empousa: :o

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Who do y'all think (Name)'s mom is?

Also the lack of Batfam dialogue is meant to represent their neglectful behavior, too bad their not gonna have a kid to return to

[newrochellechallenger2019]

Kinktober Week 2

Sex Toys/Creampie/Praise + Degradation/Oral Sex

divorced!art donaldson who buys you the rose toy

in the final years of his marriage to Tashi, the two of them had barely fucked, and when they had it had been so vanilla, it hardly counted.

he felt like it had been so long, he wouldn't even know what to do when he started seeing you. you, the young tennis protege he'd taken under his wing, for 'coaching' of course, and if his cock ended up buried in your tight pussy after a particularly good practice so what?

it didn't take the two of you long to cut the bullshit and start dating officially, and now you'd practically moved into his mega-mansion.

-

art steps through the front door, slipping a parcel in his pocket and he spots you in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, drinking a glass of water.

he walks over to you, a playful frown on his face as he slots himself between your legs in greeting, 'what have i told you about sitting on my counters?' he scolds, his eyes twinkling with mirth so you know he's not truly mad.

you offer him a mischievous grin in response, 'didn't know you were home' as you sip your water, 'well i am now' he retorts, taking the water glass from your hand and putting it down on the counter beside you.

he presses his lips to yours in a loving kiss and after a beat of surprise you kiss him back.

he puts his hands under your ass and lifts you up into his arms, kissing you hungrily, he does a stupid little spin as you wrap your legs around his waist, showing off his tennis physique as he carries you into the bedroom.

you giggle as he drops you onto the bed, clambering on top of you immediately and kissing at your neck as you squeal, 'what's all this for?'

'can't i say hello to my favourite girl? i missed you' he grins against your collarbone, biting down on it to curb your protests before sitting up 'and i got you a present', he pulls out the parcel from his trouser pocket and holds it out to you.

you tilt your head to the side 'are you sure i'm not missing anything...?' you say as you open the parcel 'baby...' he whines, 'come on let me spoil you'.

your brow furrows as you open the parcel and you stifle a laugh as you look at the rose toy inside. art's watching you intently, waiting for your reaction and as you meet his eyes, he starts to ramble 'i just- i haven't bought a sex toy in so long, certainly not like this so i googled and everyone on social media says it's incredible- and-' you cut him off with a kiss, too kindhearted to tell him it was mostly a joke. 'thank you baby, it's perfect' and he smiles, reassured.

'look i was thinking...that we could...' he begins tentatively 'do you want me to show you how it works?' you answer for him, enjoying the way this was going immensely.

he swallows, hard before nodding. you smile and slide your shorts off, tossing them off the bed and leaving you in his stanford shirt and your underwear.

his gaze trailed over your body lustfully as you opened the packaging and pulled the toy out.

you looked up at him expectantly 'little help?' you purr sultry and he scrambles over to you, thick fingers pulling your panties off your legs and chucking them aside, his eyes drawn to your cunt, and the perfect little bud just beginning to peek out.

you grin as you lower the toy to your clit, allowing it to latch as you turn it on.

you immediately squeal as the vibrations begin and art's eyes widen with desire, watching as your face contorts with pleasure.

'holy shit' you pant, pressing the toy closer to your pussy, the vibrations causing your body to shake.

'yeah like that baby' he praises breathlessly, hands undoing his trousers but eyes still on you.

'weren't...kidding...' you moan, turning the vibrations up deftly and your back arching.

'no?' he grins, tugging his boxers off, cock half-hard. 'tell me how it- fuck- feels love' and he begins to palm at his cock, watching your pussy as though it's heaven sent.

'can't' i mewl, face flushed in pleasure, feeling the toy latch on further.

he continues to masturabate, his face at eyeline with your pulsating, glistening cunt. 'aw, ngh- you can't take it baby?' he teases and you moan.

he grins deliciously as an idea comes to him and his pace increases until he's cumming ropes with a groan, hand now coated in his white cum 'ngh- let me- help you- darling' and two of his wet fingers slide themselves into your open pussy with little resistance and you whine, high-pitched 'no- wait'

'you can sweetheart, i know you can' he breathes, mesmerised and you whimper as his other hand moves yours off the toy and he holds it, feeling the power of it in his palm.

you can feel his thick fingers against your walls and you clench instinctively. 'good girl' he praises 'told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?'

you nod desperately, hips bucking as his fingers twist inside you, combined with the suction on your clit. 'mmf-too...ah!...much'

'it's okay, i got you' he soothes, his fingers scissoring inside you and he deftly turns the vibrations up on the toy and your thighs start to shake, a sign you were close.

you come with a shudder, moaning his name and gripping the sheets and he watches intently as the waves of orgasm crash over you, murmuring praise, 'that's it, good girl' repeatedly as you soak his fingers in clear liquid.

he turns the toy off and pulls his fingers out, licking them clean, your juices and his combined and you just stare at him, eyes glazed over with pleasure.

'so...good present?' he jokes with a wry grin and you crack a smile, giggling and he scoops you back off the bed and carries you to the bathroom to clean up.

[a-tiny-thing]

break in // m.l

burglar!mark x rich!reader

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4

the sound of a lockpick rustling into a metal lock might be the only thing can be heard during the dead of the night, as mark struggled to open the safe he found inside the wealthy mansion of an old man he discovered in the streets.

mark was just leaning by a wall at the sidewalk, taking a break from stealing other people's wallets when he came across this old man who just went out of the jewelry shop, flexing their newly-bought golden watch and diamong rings that could cost millions of dollar.

his eyes sparkled at the sight and thought it was now his chance to get rich, that's why he ended up here in this fancy-lookin' mansion.

the jewelries are almost falling out of his pockets, his sweat is rolling down his forehead, and his veins are already popping out of his arms as he remained focus on opening the safe.

"c'mon you piece of shit" mark mumbled inaudibly due to the little flashlight placed in his mouth, shaking his head in frustration as he accidentally dropped the lockpick on the marbled floor, creating a huge sound.

"hello?"

and then suddenly a door swung opened, revealing you in a satin nightgown.

you only came downstairs to get a glass of water, but then you heard a loud thud of metal coming from your dad's office.

you thought it would just be your dad doing some work until you saw the guy in a black beanie and black clothes, hunched over the safe as he quickly turned to look at you.

"ah- hmmph!" before you can even scream, the guy already ran up to you and blocked your mouth with his hand to stop you.

"hey hey, don't scream, please" he said to you in a pleading tone while still covering your mouth, and you struggling to get his hand off your face.

"i'll let you go, just don't scream please..." you stopped pushing his hand away, to signal him to let you go now.

before doing something, you thought it would be a bad move to betray him, and scream your lungs out once he lets you go since you don't know if he's carrying a weapon with him.

this could be your last memory.

"my name's mark" the burglar introduced himself, you looked at him in confusion.

"why are you introducing yourself?" you asked, suddenly confused as to why this robber becoming friendly so suddenly.

"what? am i supposed to be evil and murder you instead?" mark joked, but you tensed up when you heard the word "murder"

"i'm kidding"

"okay, why are you in here? why are you trying to open my dad's safe?" you asked nervously.

'okay, so you're the daughter of that rich old man'

wow.

"i-i'm just curious.." mark stuttered, thinking of the next words to say.

you glanced down at his current outfit, you saw your mom's necklaces almost splling out his pockets.

"so you're a burglar!" you exclaimed, like you just unlocked a clue.

"i thought it would be that obvious" mark whispered to himself.

"i'm going to call my dad" you told him bravely, as you turned to the exit.

"hey! no, wait!" mark grabbed your arm and tugged you back to him strongly that made you whip your head back immediately to look at him.

"what can i do to stop you from snitching me out?"

and to realize both of your faces are dangerously close to each other.

you stayed silent and unmoving for a couple of minutes, locking your eyes into his until it moved down to his lips, then back at his eyes again.

you really didn't think mark would notice that little movement your eyes made. thanks to you, he finally knew what to do.

then suddenly mark's lips was on yours, both of your eyes closing in instinct as you two enjoyed the kiss that lasted shortly.

breaking away from each other's lips, you were completely silent and was just staring at him in awe.

in the other hand, mark started to get red and awkward, and decided to head towards the window where he broke in. completely forgetting about the safe.

"uhh, imma have to go now, see ya" he said shyly, scratching the back of his head before climbing down the ladder situated outside the window.

mark's gone and you were still standing there dumbfounded.

you don't know if you're just surprised or in love, but a part of you is hoping that he'll come back to rob your place someday so you could see him again.

you haven't even told him your name yet.

when the morning rises, just lie to your parents that you were asleep during the robbery.

[venmondiese]

New Year's Traditions.

In New Year, you have your traditions in order to assure a good year. You eat 12 grapes, and then watch the fireworks with your loved ones. Aemond might start his own traditions, in his own way.

✧Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader ✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, AFAB reader, P in V, exhibisionsm, praising kink, slight breeding kink, soft sex. ✧Word Count: 4008 ✧Author's note: hehe my first tumblr fanfic post lol, I KNOW that new year passed, but this idea came to me at 2 am after seeing the fireworks. enjoy!! ✧AO3 link: here

Aemond and you have shared many moments together. Birthdays, anniversaries, and one of your favourites was new year

It was a silly reason, to celebrate another day marked as the beginning of a new year, yet you liked how it meant a simple thing; starting a new year of your life with Aemond. And you liked that.

As Aemond hated going to his family’s mansion for these holidays, you remained in your apartment, cosy as ever and only you two. You, Aemond and Vhagar, is an old grumpy lady cat, that he adored more than everything, more than even you, you suspect sometimes. 

And you didn’t even do such a produced food this year, you ate some pretty good lasagna, with a second dish with shrimps and salad. It was nice, and it certainly was more like a fancy dinner between you two. Aemond loved to spoil you in any way he could, so every whim or idea you could have, he would make it reality. 

“Eating grapes is so stupid” Aemond says, as you pick out the grapes to leave it on a grape carefully.

“Stupid or not, I like grapes”  You state leaving the plate on the table in front of the TV. “And you are gonna eat them as well” 

“I am not” Aemond states, crossing his arms as he smirks. He was so amused by seeing you like this, worried about stupid little traditions that made no sense.

“Yes, you are. You have to eat one each time that stupid clock that you bought chimes” you say pointing at the stupid clock that he brought one day, out of nowhere, saying it was a relic from old Valyria, with little dragons details on the wood, a stupid grandfather’s clock that stood at the side of the couch, that chimes in each hour. 

At first, at night it kept you awake, and the sound was so deep, you jumped each time. So did Vhagar, annoyed by being awakened. Even at sex, when Aemond was so deep, readjusting your guts in the best of ways, his cock hitting so wonderfully inside you, and his sweet praises whispered in your ear… and the stupid clock chimes. You hated it.

“If you miss it, and do not get to eat all twelve on time, you’d have a year of bad luck” You state, wrinkling your nose teasingly. “And you can make a wish for each month”

“If it makes you happy…” He sighs, sitting on the couch, where Vhagar jumps quickly on his lap to lay there, always before you could cuddle up to him. She did it on purpose, and Aemond allowed his two girls, as he called you both, to fight over him and his attention and affections. 

“Come on, I always have done it. It is a tradition.” You say with a thoughtful nod, as you sit beside him. “And see where it ended… I am your girlfriend, and we have been together for two years now… You don’t want this one to be the last?” You ask dramatically, and he rolls his eyes as he leans his head back, but he chuckles amused.

“I have until midnight to think” He mumbles amused, moving his hand to caress your thigh sweetly. 

He has chosen the dress. He didn’t believe in the new year being something special, but if it was an opportunity to make you dress nicely, he’d take it in a heartbeat. He had his own taste when it came to your clothes, Aemond liked seeing you in special, tight dresses that made you stand out wherever you went. To brag that you were his, and he always took the time to braid your hair in the style of his ancestors, and he was meticulous about it. 

“Then you have until midnight to leave the apartment” You say in your best teasing tone, smiling smugly to him and his lips almost make a little pout.

“Don’t be like that” He says rubbing your thigh as he moves his head closer to you, still leaning on the back of the couch “At least you could grant me a goodbye sex?” He tries to plead using his best puppy eyes for teasing.

“Absolutely no” You state laughing at your little back and forth. 

Aemond was often perceived as quiet and a bit cold, at least you did the first time you met him. Little words came naturally from him, his answers were brief words and that was it. But he grew warmer as you two grew together, and he enjoyed teasing a bit too much, it amused him to no end. He just loved your reactions, and how you fought back, it was all worth it. 

He loved how you had a enmity with Vhagar, seeing who could get more affection from him, and who would he choose, sometimes he chose the cat on purpose just to get a raise out of you. He’d laugh every time, and make it up to you by eating you out like he was a starved man.

“I’ll eat the damn grapes” He mumbles smirking. “I feel like Persephone being forced to eat the pomegranate..”

“I am no Hades” You say mumbling.

“Mhm. I suppose if I eat only six of them I could live freely in the spring and summer without you?” He teases, totally amused.

“Careful. Too many jokes of leaving can break a girl’s heart” 

���I’d never break your heart” He mumbles going to hiss your chin and then your lips, almost too lazily for him. He does it gently, showing him the little pecks of his affection in your chin and lips. Aemond looks at you tenderly, as he speaks softly. You can hear the sound of the programmated count back for new year on the tv, but you look at him kissing you. “I’ll eat the grapes for you”

“Like Adam ate the apple for Eve?” You inquire, amused.

“Yes. I’ll follow you out of Eden once they expel us” He murmurs smiling, still his face close to yours, you could feel his soft breath, calm and it smells like the wine you two tasted earlier. His hand returns to rub your thigh softly, as he looks at your face as if wanting to remember each part of it, his eye moving to your tender eyes to your lips, and he has a little smile curling on his lips, involuntary, you can notice. 

“I’ll fetch the champagne” You murmur, breaking his gaze, standing up and walking to the kitchen. He hums, and sits back correctly. 

Once you are back, with two glasses and the bottle, he is caressing Vhagar’s back and moving his hand to pat slightly her bottom, which she appreciates a lot. 

“Stop spanking that ugly cat” You grumble leaving the two cups on the table in front of him.

“Jealous?” 

“No” You say looking at the hour. 23:57. Close enough. “Are you sure that we could see the fireworks through the balcony?”

“Yes. Mother said the apartment had a nice view to the Blackwater bay just nicely. We’ll watch all the fireworks from the safety and comfort of our balcony.” 

You hum, nodding a bit. “I love fireworks” You say excitedly, and Vhagar meow. “Vhagar likes them too”

“Vhagar can barely see” Aemond says in a laugh, “I’d be surprised if actually makes it to the balcony”

“You are being mean” You giggle caressing Vhagar’s furr, which she appreciates but gives you a stern look. 

“Give me a kiss before the year ends” Aemond urges looking at the clock, 23:58.

“I thought you didn’t believed in-” 

“Shut up and kiss me” He repeats, and before you respond, he leans to kiss you, moving you closer to him. Vhagar grumbles and gets off his lap, but Aemond doesn’t even notice. 

He kisses you deeply, moving his lips against your just for a bit, just enjoying the simpleness of a kiss. He doesn’t press it further, and his lips are tender against yours, soft and gentle, when he wants. His hand presses on your chin, and he swallows the slow hum that you give him. He smiles in the kiss, knowing that it couldn’t take all minutes, even if he wanted. Because you had your silly traditions, and if they made you happy…

“See? With one minute left” He says smugly. 

“How considerate is my boyfriend” You say standing up to extend him his bowl of grapes. “One each-”

“Yes” He says, groaning as he stands up. He smiles as he sees you so excited for this silly thing, eating grapes for a new year. He looks at his bowl and he has an amused smile, the things he does for love… 

As the new year strikes, the awful clock sounds for a bit, and he leans to steal a kiss from you. “Happy new year” He mumbles. 

“Happy new year” You murmur as you kiss.

After the chimes. He does as requested, just for you. He eats the grapes as the clock strikes twelve times at midnight. He has to laugh at your commitment, as the sound of people in other apartments can be heard, and you look at him smiling as you eat the twelve grapes. He does it for you, no doubt in it, just to see you smile as he eats the grapes. What he wouldn’t do for you, after all?

“See?” You say now, grapes finished just in time, and he rolls his eyes amused as he grabs Vhagar from the ground to caress her chin. You go to hug him, and mumble “Happy new year”

Vhagar meows, and Aemond laughs “See? She says happy new year too” 

“That is so silly” You say with a giggle, and you lean to kiss him sweetly, more properly this time, as you hug him. He has one hand on the small of your back, while the other still holds Vhagar. 

A little family of three, you always say, proud of being with him. He was always equally proud of you, always pampering you with love and gifts, no matter how tired he could be each day, he always came to be with you and be the doting boyfriend he always is.

“Now, shall we see the fireworks you were so eager for, hm?” He asks, smirking as your faces are close. “My sweet girl” He says softly, his adoring gaze looking at her.

You smile, and your cheeks blush a bit. He never manages to miss the chance to make you all flustered for him.

“Yeah, let’s go” You say, giving him a sweet peck on the lips, as he leaves Vhagar on the couch. 

You slide the door open for the balcony, and you can hear the loud cheers from people around, you have a nice view to Blackwater Bay, a bit far enough to see the fireworks from a nice view, and everything is already dark so the main focus was the fireworks.

Aemond lays on the balcony by your side, looking at the ground for a bit, and smirking. “I think they are about to start, do you have one of your silly traditions for fireworks too?”

“Oh, fuck off” You say pushing him a bit, and he laughs.

“It’s chilly” He comments a bit, and looks over at you in your dress “I’ll bring our jackets” He says going back to the apartment, and you remain there, looking at how the people in the streets were also expecting the pyrotechnic show. 

Aemond was right, it was a bit cold. But again, he likes to dress you up in pretty dresses. He often jokes how you are his ‘perfect doll’ and how he loves to show you off in the best makeup, dresses and hairstyles. He was just proud of it, that you allowed him to. 

“Aemond, it is starting!” You say loudly so he can hurry up, since he always takes too long for everything. 

The first fireworks start, the red explosion illuminates the darkness of the city, and you look in amazement, as a more yellow one follows. People cheer, also excited for the colours, and you hear Aemond closing the sliding door of the balcony.

“Here” He says, extending the jacket to you as he pushes Vhagar inside of the apartment. 

You thank him as you quickly put on the jacket, now looking at the purple ones exploding in a soft motion. 

“Don’t you think it is pretty?” You say to Aemond “The purple ones are better, but they don’t illuminate as good as the– Oh” 

Aemond passes his arms over your waist, hugging you from behind, and his chin is quickly pressed against your left shoulder as he snuggles into you.

“Very pretty” He murmurs.

“I mean the view” You say embarrassed. 

“Not as pretty as you” He adds smiling. 

He leans to kiss your lips, and you chuckle in his lips, as you hear more explosions from the fireworks go off, and you just know what comes next. Aemond wasn’t really subtle when he wanted you; when he wanted to devour you wholly, and now it wasn’t the exception. He did it on purpose, so you always know how much you entice him.

“Aemond, the fireworks..” You whine as he keeps insisting on kissing you. “It is only one time a year-”

“I know” He says, resigning and leaving you alone, as you leave a small kiss on his cheek as a thank you. 

The light blue explosions were quite nice, and combined with the purple ones did a pretty sight. Some minutes pass as you feel Aemond starting to kiss you neck again, slowly, but with more intention now, he wanted you and he was letting you know.

“Love-” You get interrupted by him.

“Watch your fireworks” He instructs you, moving his hands to your thighs, and he is quick to move them up as he speaks slowly to you. He moves his body a bit back, to watch yours as he does whatever he wants with you. “I’ll do my thing here…”

“We can surely do it once the show is over”

“I am afraid I cannot bear any longer. You eat grapes to celebrate a new turn in the sun, and I might start a new tradition for the new year.” He tells you, and moves your head to watch the fireworks. 

He moves his hands up, so your dress is all the way up, and accumulating in your waist, as he hums in delight. He moves your jacket to rest in your waist, anytime it could fall again. It was quick, but Aemond wanted you like he never did before.

“Anyone could see us” You say, the red firework exploding and you see the people in the street, below and so unaware of this. 

“Then let them see my pretty girl celebrating a new year” He murmurs, not caring about that. “Mmm… Red underwear. Is that another sweet tradition of yours? I think that one I might like” He teases kissing your shoulder as he pulls your underwear off. 

You feel aroused, from his sweet words and slightly more because of the embarrassment of this. Being fucked in your balcony, as the fireworks exploded in front of you, and the people around celebrated another year. As always, Aemond had to do everything in his own way, celebrating in his own way.

Hearing him undo his belt does it for you, the arousal makes your belly flutter, and you try to look back at him, but each time he pushes your head forward; watch the fireworks, it is his order.

Your hands grip a bit on the balcony railing, as you lean a bit forward, as if presenting you to him. His hands quickly go to your hips, and he leans closer to press a kiss on your neck, soft, wet kisses making their way to your jaw. 

“You are so divine like this, my sweet loving girl” He praises you slightly, his hands rubbing in circles on your hips for a few moments, you can feel his cock pressed on the curvature of your ass, and you whimper a bit impatient now. “So pretty, fuck, and all mine”

The mere thought of that drives him insane. His hand moves upfront, and he quickly finds his way to your pussy, aching and longing for him. You moan impatiently as you push your own throbbing core to his hand and fingers, and he chuckles a bit, without breath as the mere action aroused him to no end. 

“I’ll make you really wet and nice for me” He tells you, always so eloquent at the time of having sex. “You know my goals for this year? Make you my sweet wife…” He admits, moving his hand to your lower abdomen, pushing the dress to be a bit higher on your waist. He presses his hand there, his palm giving your cold body some heat. His fingers find your clit, and press against it so softly, giving you just the right stimulation to make you moan “And I’ll give you my baby, so your belly swells so full and nicely. Yeah, I’ll make you a mother… And then again, and again…” He starts rambling off a bit, his own lust talks for him, and you have to moan at these words. 

The mere thought of it makes your pussy clench in need, and you have to bite your lower lip because of it. Your head cannot properly focus on the pyrotechnic show ahead, but only in his words. You shoulder tense, and your head falls a bit as the lust is too much. You want, you need him inside. 

“Yeah, please, please…” You whine for him, wanting to get the clue and just fuck you, right there. 

“Let’s see, are you properly wet?” He says in his best smugly tone, and you know that tone. He wants to tease you.

Even if you cannot see him, the wet sounds give him away. He is fisting himself, at the sight of you, leaned in the balcony railing all at his mercy as the lights of the fireworks illuminate your figure, and while he inspects you, his fingers around your entrance to check how really wet you are. He takes the note, that if he wants to fuck you along with the pyrotechnic show, the moment was now.

He moves your legs to be apart, cursing in a low tone, as he takes your hips to accommodate you at his taste, and you have to shush your own moan once you feel the tip of his cock moving between your legs, all the way to your entrance. 

He pushes in, firmly and decided, yet still slow at first, as he always did. You assume that he takes his time, wanting to feel you opening at his length and he always groans lowly as if it was the best thing ever. 

You whimper, his cock as always moving inch by inch, slowly as if he wanted your walls to remember his shape, his hardness, every vein and how he throbs for you. 

“First time of the year, huh?” He cannot help but tease a bit, as his forehead was resting against your shoulder, and he looked how the sight of his cock disappeared as he pushed all the way in, and your ass against his crotch never fails to make him moan.  “Fuck..” 

With one arm wrapped around your waist, he moves the other one to caress your hip, as you moan impatiently for him to move.

“Focus on the fireworks” He insists, his tone shaky, and you both know that no one here cares for the damn fireworks right now.

He starts thrusting, slow at first, making you close your eyes in delight, and your breath is catching midway in your throat from how good it feels. He as well feels in pure delight, you always took him so well, you always were so tight that it made him fantasise about you always. 

“Just like that, baby” He says, increasing his thrusts, moving your hips to meet his pounding, and you start mewling, and it only seems to encourage him to move faster. His other hand finds the way to your hair, grabbing it to make your head look forward. “You wanted so badly to watch it, and now you don’t even care? Tsk, tsk…” 

You can hear the amusement of his tone, how he loves being the responsible of this, of making you melt under his touch, and thanks to his cock.

Entering you over and over, was probably the best way to start the year, and he marks this tradition as his own now, seeing the fireworks as he fuck you against the balcony railing. The idea pushes him into arousal even further, his forehead leaning on your shoulder again, and it makes so easy to hear his lascive sounds, his soft grunts as he keeps pushing your body to meet his, and wanting to make a mess out of you.

“Fuck!” There, he thinks smirking to himself, so buried into you, and he pushes away without any mercy. You let another mewl, lascive and filthy, driving him insane. “Aemond, fuck…” You moan, his cock deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot, and fitting so good inside you would never keep you quiet. 

You can see from the edge of you eyes the neighbors below, also in the balcony, but they were drinking champagne and unaware of how their upstairs neighbors were fucking like animals in the middle of the firework show.

“Are you close, sweet thing?” He asks kissing and nibbling below your ear, right where your jaw started. “Are you gonna cum– Gonna soak my cock, like the good girl you are?”

“Yes” You say breathing forcefully, letting out an exhale that feels more like a sob, and you nod frantically. His hand loose from your hand, and moves down to play, once again, with your pearl. 

At that, you have to move one of your own hands to your mouth not to shout in ectasis, as he does just the right thing. His cock deep inside you, thrusting and pounding into you, precum all over your walls, you are sure, and his fingers doing circles and rubbing your clitoris in the best way possible. 

It is no one’s surprise when you cum with a choked moan, your eyes closed as Aemond feels your walls clenching around you as your orgasm hits you. You don’t even seem to notice how the show keeps going, the palmer lake fireworks right in front of you, and you are too busy soaking his cock to notice.

He doesn’t last longer either, the sight and the feeling of you cumming around him, is enough to make him bury himself deep into you, and let out a moan as he fills you, his arm wrapped around you keeping you still so you don’t move as he cums inside you.

You both are out of breath, and you are too exhausted from the orgasm that hit you.

“Look” He murmurs, and you let out a little sound, not in the mood for his teasing. “Not, really, look; your favourites, the palmer ones..” He says pointing at them.

You look at the fireworks, explode so gracefully and then fall faintly. You chuckle a bit, as he hugs you from behind, kissing your cheek adoringly and tenderly.

“I love you” You say softly.

“I love you too” He says, as he pulls out, letting you enjoy the rest of the show. 

He pulls your dress down, and makes sure your jacket can warm you after all, and you thank him. He also fixes himself, and he takes you in his arms, kissing your forehead at the last, and more prettier fireworks are in the sky.

“I think that next year, you could ride me” He teases and you have to laugh at that. 

“I’ll do” you promise, curling in his hug and watching the sky full of colours.

It seems like a great year, already. 

[swappingforgood]

Missing it already Part 1

After another long day at the office, I had home and dropped my suitcase in its normal spot before being greeted by my personal cleaner, Larry. He is a great guy; don’t get me wrong. Large physique and has that jolly fat guy personality. He always does a great job, but sometimes he talks to me too much and even stares at me when he thinks I’m not looking at him. He isn’t my type at all. At my age, I prefer men who are similar in build and wealth class, and even the occasional twink, but honestly, nothing has sparked my desire. Work has been so draining, and I feel lost in life. I have a great position, and I make a ton of money, and not to mention I consider myself very attractive. Just look at me.

I have guys like Larry drooling over me. After dinner, I talk to Larry, and he begins to speak, which normally would bore me, but this time it was interesting. "So, Mr. Mauro, I couldn’t help but notice you've been kind of down lately?” The large man says as he sits across from me while wearing a bright multi-striped shirt showing off his fat belly. “Well, to be honest, Larry. I just feel like life hasn’t been fun anymore. I want a change. I want to do something new—experience something.” My words trail off as I look away from him as I make a somber face. Larry gets up and gives me a hug and pulls out a necklace and tells me to touch it. "Okay, boss, this is going to sound crazy, but this new necklace I bought will let you experience something new!” He said as he held one end of the strange locket and I held the other. Suddenly I feel like something in my body is being pulled out as I look at Larry, whose mouth is open wide just like mine. I feel a strange pull as my vision goes dark before opening my eyes again. However, this time I am looking at my reflection. No, this can’t be. There is no mirror in the kitchen. I reach out and touch my face but notice my arms are no longer wrapped in a suit but instead a multi-striped shirt. I look down as I see a fat belly and catch my reflection and realize, I’m Larry. I have no time to process as I see my former body stand up and do a quick spin before speaking. “Oh wow, boss, I’m inside your body and your in mine. The sketchy amulet worked!” I stood up and looked down at my body, touching my belly. “WOW, I'm really inside Larry. Larry, why would you do this?” I asked, still getting used to hearing Larry’s voice instead of mine. “Well… You wanted to experience something new, so I figured why not swap for a couple of days? Don’t worry, we will switch back in a week. That’s when the amulet will be recharged.” I was understandably nervous, but I realize this was my chance to unwind, so after setting a few ground rules, I leave my mansion to head to Larry’s apartment. His apartment is clean and simple-looking, and I walk past a mirror, and seeing my large frame turns me on. I figured since I have a week, why not indulge? I lower my pants to see my massive fat legs and underwear that is hiding my fat pad. I pull it down and moan from the sensation as I begin to stroke my new cock and moan out loud. “Look at me, I’m so fat. I’m in Larry’s body. I love it!” I was so in bliss and carried away that I came all over the mirror. 

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Episode 11 synopsis, Manga vs Anime, The Butler, Sliding (Taking Off)

Ciel fulfils his mission as the Queen's Watchdog and returns to his daily life at the Phantomhive Mansion.

He together with Sebastian and the other Phantomhive Household members visit London to inspect the new products of the Funtom Company. Ciel also has bought things for the servants. After the party arrived at the Funtom store there is an accident on the street. Sebastian is reunited with an unexpected celebrity.

I am crying. This is going to be the last episode for this season. I hope we receive good news next week as next Thursday will be the final web radio introducing the voice actors of S and Undetaker, Daisuke Ono and Junichi Suwabe respectively. Cross your fingers, people!

PS: not sure why S is wearing a pair of specs. Maybe for the last time we see him with them glasses.

[rcksmith]

Brick by Brick - Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Heyy, I wanted to request a Kaz Brekker x reader fic where y/n is Pekka Rollins' innocent and naive daughter, and she stumbles across Kaz when he breaks into Pekka's house. Kaz tells her to stay quiet and stuff and y/n obviously has no idea who Kaz is, only that he's handsome as fuck and she kinda falls in love with him despite the fact that he's literally robbing her father

Love, anon :3

P.S. I love your writing.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Thank you very much for your kindness and sorry for the delay. I love you. My loves, requests are open and I am banning Kaz's smut request rules. U can ask for anything in the original universe, without being in a UA. I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Ketterdam was not a good place. It wasn't safe, it wasn't pretty, it wasn't healthy. Every dark corner, every ghostly street, every edge whispering curses, was fulfilled the entire list of unholy sins and harbored monsters as horrible as the harbor rats on the coast. If the soil in that place was cursed, the people were demons.

Pekka Rollin’s knew this like he knew how to count kruger. He was one of those monsters. He taught profanity and stained the ground on which his feet walked with innocent blood. Pekka destroyed homes, hopes, kicked people's dreams and hit each one soul with his staff of damnation.

Each one.

Because of it that he kept his daughter under lock and key from the ugly world, far from that wretched city that he himself helped build the horrors and desolations. Maybe it was out of love, maybe it was out of sensitivity. Or maybe it was because you were the only healthy and intelligent heiress capable of leading his empire one day. You represent too many precious things for him to risk losing control over you. Maybe Pekka would never be able to love anything or anyone other than his own greed.

Whatever it was, he covered your eyes to Ketterdam. He decorated the blood-stained walls with sparkling pink and said to you that the smoke that covered the tops of Ketterdam's houses at night was Aladdin's magical fog, which pointed the way to a cave full of treasures, and not that it was the incinerated bodies of his enemies, nosy people and families who starved to death on their land. Pekka deceived you with pretty tales that the big mansion you lived in was because he would always give you the best, and not that it was bought with money stolen from honest people and that he liked to see in material forms the extent of his capabilities of evil. Like a trophy.

Rollin’s wove the ties around your limbs like a cursed puppet, and pulled your strings according to his unscrupulous interests of greed. For all of Ketterdam, Pekka was a demon of the worst kind. But for you, he was a bearded, loving father who made you see magic and romance in every corner of that city condemned by God.

The worst types of monsters were those who tricked and manipulated their children like pawns in a game of chess. But, again, perhaps Pekka wasn't capable of loving anything other than his own greed.  And, if the price for having an heir who agreed, trusted him for the rest of the life, who would follow in his footsteps and obey all his order, was to make you believe in his goodness, in the beauty of a life with him only to implant wonderful - and illusory -  memories in your childhood, so be it. After all, you were a girl, and in his view, girls were sentimental. So how would you go against him in the future, or not act according to his orders or not run his business as he wanted when he was too old, if you only had memories of him being an excellent and loving father? You will feel so guilty! You would fall under the weight of your own mind's arguments that everything he once did was to protect and give you the best, so your only obligation would be to be a good girl and return the favor by obeying your father's orders.

Loyalty.

Maybe, if you were someone else and this was a different story, you would have realized the hoax at 16 years old. Maybe you would have born with a strong, inquisitive and responsive personality. Maybe you would have developed that spark and fire that wouldn't let you lower your head to any man, that would make you stamp your foot on the ground, lift your chin with petulance and unravel the mysteries of that dark empire alone and take justice into your own hands.

But this was no different story. And you were just you.

You were born with a sweet aura and gentle personality. You liked butterflies and flowers since birth because their color and beauty attracted you and made you smile. Your romantic nature was not only accepted by your father, but encouraged and recharged every day - for his dark game. 

For 19 years you lived in the theatrical farce that Pekka created with monstrous hands, believing and agreeing with every story in your bubble. But the blame can never fall on the shoulders of the pure in heart, who blindly believed in words and stories just because it didn't have a single wave of malice or disbelief in the veins. One should never condemn the soul that was born naturally sweet and destined to be the breath of light that such a terrible world as Ketterdam needed. 

 You believed in love, fairy tales and pure honesty, and that was not a defect. The Herculean guilt should fall on the shoulders of the devil who abused the innocence of a girl for his greedy benefit.

In your perfect world manipulated and distorted by the unscrupulous Pekka, you blossomed like a dazzling lily in the middle of Plato's allegory of The Cave. You acted with honesty, patience and affection towards everyone who crossed your path: employees, cooks, gardeners, bakers, painters, stylists, delivery people, friends of your father.

You were, genuinely, a kind soul. Your interests were related to literature, cooking and painting, your heart vibrated with the sunset, with the first snowflake falling to the ground and how twilight seemed even more stunning in books when they portrayed a couple in love beneath it.

You always saw the poetic, lyrical, angelic side of life, with the eyes of an artist and a passionate soul, smelling mystery and romance in the air when others only smelled wet grass because of the rain.

And being like that was, perhaps, the reason for your downfall.

It was three o'clock in the morning on a Friday the thirteenth. A combination so full of superticities, curses, fears and prague. While some saw that day and time as a condemned and satanic sign, you saw it as something mystical, mysterious and enigmatic. And maybe that was your mistake. Maybe you should be careful about the things you think, the things you wish. Maybe three in the morning on a Friday really was the devil's time. Because as you crossed the hallway of the mansion's library, unable to sleep, you saw him.

Dressed in black like the darkness outside. Skin as white as the moon's glow. Hair personified as a raven's feathers. He seemed to belong to the mysteries and occultism of the world as sin belonged to hell. The huge Victorian window behind illuminated him like an apparition, a mirage, a nightmare…an erotic dream. Or like a demon.

You should have screamed. You should have ran away. You should have done something other than get stuck in that same place, anything other than feeling inside you squirms and something sinks into your belly like warm honey.

His eyes, as blue as the deadly waters of icy Fjerda, were fixed on you with as much intensity as the dangers of Shadow Fold. For a split second, a human emotion passed through those irises; surprise?

An inattentive observer would not have noticed such a tiny sign, but you lived 19 years analyzing every detail of life.

Would a demon have such a mundane emotion?

“Who are you?” Your voice came out like a breath in winter. 

Your concentration should have been on your dad book under that man's arm, but it wasn't.

A single thick, black eyebrow of his was arched, and only there were you able to run your eyes over the details of his appearance.

“Do you always ask questions for thieves?” His voice was like the scratching of sand on a stone, like a withered willow branch brushing against human skin.

That man, in his entirety, seemed to have come out of the dark romance books that you read hidden in your room in the early hours of the morning. You should have focused on the fact that he just called himself a thief, not the way your soul seemed to be shivering because of his voice.

“Or you´re just stupid?” the thief continued.

Kaz never made decisions based on fear. Only in despair. 

His analytical mind rewound every step of the years he spent investigating Pekka Rollin's; every detail, every day, every season, every strand of gray that appeared in Pekka's red hair. Where had Kaz gone wrong? Pekka had no children. And Kaz made no mistakes. Never. But the girl in front of him, too curious for her own good and common sense, had too similar traits to Pekka to be anything other than his daughter.

Desperation hit.

This made EVERYTHING infinitely more Herculaneum. Your existence meant that Pekka had many more secrets than the Kaz discovered in their constant meticulous investigation. You were a loophole, and that meant there could be others. Loopholes that Kaz had no idea about. Kaz Brekker felt naked, even though he was covered from toes to neck. Being without clothes wouldn't have bothered him any more than the damn fact that he hadn't come up with the perfect plan. He failed. And that disturbed him deeply.

Suddenly, that library seemed sneaky and questionable, even though Brekker had studied the layout of the mansion for months.

How the fuck did he didn't have the knowledge about that girl?!

A daughter meant many things. But being caught by his daughter created a LOT of problems. Problems involving Kaz Brekker on a gallows.

Fucking hell.

The Barril's bastard waited for a scream, for an accusation, waited for the guards to be alerted at any moment and…the silence was sepulcher. A silence so solemn that he heard the sound of his own blood running through his veins. None of his muscles relaxed, but the part of his brain that worked in despair was activated.

Or he could kill you. But a body would add an extreme problem and…

‘’Who are you?’’ Your voice was so feminine that for a second Kaz thought he had fallen backwards and landed in a bed of roses.

Which was bullshit. Because he never falls. And he had never touched a rose in his entire life

Were you really talking to the man who was robbing your house?! Where was your instinct?! Your common sense?! Your discernment?! And where, by the damned Saints, were you all these years?

“…you don’t look like a thief’ That voice again. That damn voice that made him think of roses he never touched.

Why didn't you shut up and run away?

“Have you seen enough thieves to know one?” Normally Kaz had higher control, but he couldn't hold back his whip tongue, which seemed somehow wanting to hurt you the same way he was being hurt.

That atypical creature blushed. You blushed! For the love of the saints! Who blushes face to face with imminent danger?! Were you stupid or just terribly naive?! And why did that sweet blush remind him once again of a rose?

Bloody hell, where have you been all these years?! Why didn't anyone tell him about you?!

“No’’ you replied like a little animal being caught biting the sofa “but common thieves wouldn’t have that much intelligence to be able to bypass the security of this entire mansion’’

You had a point. But why were you worried about arguing with a damn thief instead of running away?

“That's yet another reason why you should keep your mouth shut about what you're seeing here.” His voice dropped to deeper, more threatening tones. “Bypass security is not as difficult for me, just like hiding a body''

That should have scared you. It made you scared; but with less than it really should. He was threatening you with death, his voice as cold and hoarse as a grim reaper, his eyes as serious as prophecies of the apocalypse. So why you could only think that this about him was overwhelmingly enthralling?

Maybe it was because there was a lack of excitement in your life, maybe it was because you've read a lot of erotic books about mysterious men entering the towers at night and taking the girl away, or maybe it was because Pekka deprived you of the world so much that he left you unaware of the true gravitas of situations. Whatever it was, there was something that grounded you like the roots of ancient trees, something that made you want to look at that thief more closely. Perhaps you liked the danger... That nameless man represented a large part of all the danger of Ketterdam that was so diligently hidden from you for 19 years. He represented death. But he also represented the new, the mystery, the unknown. And you, romantic by nature, loved the occult and its secrets. That man came from a world of shadows, mists, risks, deaths. Where every night was full of adrenaline and every second was a fight to stay alive. He smelled like the ghostly five a.m. fog that you watched envelop the mansion every winter, that made your heart clench with the feeling that there was so much more to the world than you knew. Very quickly, Kaz - even though you didn't know his name yet - became everything you'd always wanted to know, but had always been deprived of.

Once again, you weren't a different person to know about Pekka's disgusting game, but you were romantic enough to feel your soul begging for adventure. Even if these adventures meant ruin. A downfall.

Did it only take one handsome, mistery man for you to throw all your comfort in life out the window and want to ruin yourself with him? Want to get lost with him? The same stranger who just threatened to kill you? Apparently, yes.

You took a step into the library, and Kaz stood firm on the ground, his blue eyes boring into yours like a shining knife. Brekker thought you were extremely naive. Who knew that damn Pekka Rollin's daughter would be so pure? He would bet the Crow Club on the certainty that, if Pekka saw you now, he would have a heart attack. The monster sure had kept you in a little pink bubble your entire life, given that you seemed to not have a single ounce of survival instinct left in you. And how would you have? You certainly didn't know what pain, loss, hunger, cruelty were. This was comical and irritating to Brekker. You were a daddy's little girl. But it was in these waters of thought that his ship hit one fact: you must be very valuable to Pekka. Because otherwise that idiot wouldn't have made so many efforts to hide you from the entire world. To hide the wrong eyes from you. Eyes like Kaz's.

A shiver ran through Brekker's body; a damn good chill, a note of music he'd been waiting to hear his whole life. Revenge.

Brick by brick.

Oh, how ironic fate was. The boy who lost everything at Pekka's hands, was face to face with what was everything for the man. Like a breaking violin string, you have become the most valuable item in all of Ketterdam to be stolen. The most valuable item for Kaz Brekker.

The corner of his mouth turned up, as if pulled by the devil's rope as he set the book down again. He had something else to take away.

Kaz advanced towards yoou. And suddenly, as fast as lightning that cuts through the darkness, everything in your vision turned black and you fell into the abyss of unconsciousness as something pressed against your nose and mouth.

[m-jelly]

Dom!Demon!Dad!Levi x Human!Mom!Reader. Demon Levi asks for a second child with his lovely wife and she agrees. NSFW @2moth-anon2

A need to breed.

Demon Levi x fem!reader

Royal AU, fluff, romance, dad Levi, married life, smut, breeding talk, different positions, pleasure dom Levi, dirty talk, multiple orgasms for both male and female, aftercare.

Levi loves being a husband and a father. While ruling over his land his main priority is the love of his life and sweet baby boy, but his need for a bigger family is growing. Levi has waited like you'd discussed and with Evan now being three, he is ready to act. With his rut now in full swing, he asks if he can skip his suppressants and make another baby with you. You make his dreams come true and say yes.

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As Levi watched you dance and sing to Evan, he deeply loved the two of you. Since meeting you, his world changed and now he was always smiling and happy. After a bit, the two of you sat together with Evan falling asleep in your arms. Now and then Levi would place a loving kiss on the top of your head.

"I love Evan so much." Levi sighed and tickled Evan's plump cheek. "Am I a good father?"

You nodded. "You're the best. You teach him, play with him, cuddle him, love him and care for him. You're amazing."

He smiled softly. "I love you both so much. I adore being a dad and a husband."

You gazed at him. "I love you too."

Levi whined a little. "So, I made a promise to you."

You giggled and kissed his neck. "That you'd wait?"

He nodded and played with his trousers. "C-Could we umm."

You tilted your head. "Go on..."

"I want another baby."

You smiled brightly. "I do too." You handed Evan to him. "Put your mini you to bed and I'll meet you in the bedroom."

He perked up. "Y-Yes." He hurried inside with Evan and took him to his bedroom. "Well, little man I have a comfy bed for you." He changed Evan and laid him down. "You're so precious to me. I love you."

Evan sleepily smiled. "Love you, Daddy."

Levi kissed his little forehead. "Sleep well."

After making sure his son was asleep, Levi made his way through the grand halls of the mansion until he reached the bedroom. Curiosity filled him as he wondered about what you had planned for him. With a deep breath and his rut starting to build up, he pushed the double doors open and closed them behind his back.

"Leviii."

A strong blush consumed Levi as he gazed at you in a long see-through dress that tied under your heaving breasts. The fabric parted to show off your belly and thighs that he adored biting and kissing. You were sat on your thighs, hair down and no makeup making you look so delicious to him.

He almost lost himself when you pressed your breasts together with your arms and purred at him. He felt spoiled. "Y-You...look...fuck..."

You giggled. "I bought special panties too." You shifted to sit on your bum with your legs together. You parted your legs open to show the panties were see-through as well and you were wet already for him. "Do you like them?"

Levi growled as his rut burned through him, his horns grew bigger, scales appeared on his body and his penis instantly became erect and bumpy. He was desperate to mate with you, now. "Love. Them."

You giggled and crawled towards him before sitting on your legs. "Was Evan a good boy?"

"He was." He walked closer as he pulled his clothes off. "Now call me a good boy."

You looked up at him. "What if I did call you that?"

"I will pounce on you. I will mate with you until I run out of cum." He growled at you. "I need to breed your pretty pussy. You're mine, all mine and I will get you pregnant."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed as you teasingly played with his hair. "Good." You leaned closer and whispered against his ear. "Boy."

Levi growled as his wings spread from his back, his rut was in full force now. He lifted you up and slammed you against the bed causing you to let out a tasty squeak. He grabbed your thighs with large hands and pressed your legs against your body. He gazed at your wet clothed pussy and admired how wet you were because he could see every delicious part of you.

You wiggled a moment. "Levi, this is embarrassing."

He dragged his long pointed tongue over his lips. "Darling, you are delicious. Be proud of your body, I am."

Before you could speak he dove for you. You cried out in pleasure as he sucked and licked you through your panties. Your toes squeezed tightly as your legs shuddered. You gripped the sheets above your head as you felt yourself drooling. You gazed down at Levi to see his pupils were blown and he was deeply in happiness.

You panted a bit. "Le-Levi."

He dragged his tongue up you, bit your underwear and tore them off. He smirked at you as he dropped your panties. "A meal fit for a demon King."

You flushed red. "Mm, yours."

He dragged his tongue all the way up and parted you. "You taste divine." He purred. "Fertile." He tilted his head. "Look at you."

You reached down and put your hands over yourself. "D-Don't look s-so much."

He nipped your fingers making you squeak. "Darling love, I have explored you countless times and I adore all of you. Your pussy is so pretty and pink." He kissed your clit. "Don't get me started on your plump clit."

You cupped Levi's face. "You tease me too much."

He smirked at you. "Because you're cute when I do." He flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue. "You're so reactive to me."

You bit your knuckle. "I th-thought you w-wanted to br-breed me."

He dragged his tongue up your clit. "In time. First, I must taste the delicious nectar my wife has made for me. Besides, I have to prepare you for me." He chuckled. "I'm a bit bigger when I'm in this form." He sucked on your clit. "I'm going to put my fingers in you now, okay?"

You nodded shyly. "Yes."

Levi pressed two fingers into you and massaged your walls. "You're so reactive to me." He rubbed your wall a bit more. "So hot and wet for me." He sucked on your clit a little as his tongue moved against you. "You love it when I touch you here, don't you?"

You covered your face with your arms. "Mm."

He chuckled. "So cute and shy even after all these years." He pressed his lips against your clit and began sucking again. "So perfect." He hummed. "So sweet and plump." He rolled his tongue against you. "All mine."

You gripped his horns and tugged hard. "A-Ah!"

"Gods, you are so fucking beautiful." He nipped you. "I just can't get enough of you. I always need more, so much more."

You panted as your eyes glazed over and drool escaped your mouth. "Ah, ah, ha."

He smirked. "You're pulling my fingers in like you need my touch."

You turned your head away. "Mm."

He chuckled. "So cute and all mine. Go ahead, cum for me."

You threw your head back as your legs shook. You cried out in delight as you felt your orgasm rip through you. "Le-Levi!"

He moved his fingers slowly as you rode out your bliss. "Good girl. Was that nice?"

You nodded. "Y-Yes."

He knelt on the bed and massaged your hips. "I bet you want something, don't you?"

You looked down a little teary-eyed. You clenched your fist near your mouth and nodded. "I-I do."

He pulled his erection out of his boxers and rested his thick throbbing member against you. "Tell me."

You eyed his cock and admired the curve it had, how thick it was, how precum was dripping from him and how he had pleasurable bumps running down it. You reached down and ran your hand over him. A shudder went through you as you felt excited at being stretched by him.

Levi hissed through his teeth. "You did that on purpose to tease me."

You ran both of your hands over him. "Mm, no. I'm a good girl." You sat up as your dress slipped down your shoulder. "I just love touching you." You tucked your hair behind your ear as you lightly touched his engorged tip. "Your cock is so perfect for me."

"Well, darling, I was made for you."

You looked up at him. "Can I taste you?" You fluttered your lashes at him. "You made me feel good, so I want to make you feel good."

He caressed your cheek. "Such a sweet and cute wife." He wrapped his arms around your lower back and yanked you against him. "I love you so much."

"A-ah. I love you too."

He nuzzled the crook of your neck. "Give me a moment. You've flustered me."

You hummed a laugh and petted his head. "Such an adorable husband I have."

"I'm not adorable." He pulled back a big bit and roughly grabbed your breasts. "I'm a beast."

You moaned as he massaged them. "Levi."

"You like it when I grope your big breasts, huh?" He dragged his hand to your peaks and pinched your nipple. "You like it when I pinch your sensitive nipples?"

You shivered as your back arched. "A-Ah!"

He dragged you closer so his cock lined up against your wet vagina. "Let me rub against you."

Your eyes rolled back into your head as he leaned down and began biting and sucking at your chest. Instinct took over causing you to rock your hips against Levi. You mewled as his thick member rubbed your clit. You gripped his horns and tugged at him.

Levi flicked his tongue against your nipple. "Look at you." He chuckled. "Rubbing yourself against me like such a good girl. Do you need me that much?"

You pouted at him. "Of course. You're in a rut and we want a baby."

He nipped your breast. "You're right. I want to breed your pretty pussy. I want to drown your womb with my seed."

You grabbed his chin and lifted his head. "Th-then admit th-that you're ju-just as needy."

His cheeks burned pink. "Oh, darling, you know I'm incredibly needy for you." He dragged his tongue up between your breasts. "I can't go a second without you." He crashed his lips against yours. "You're mine. I need you every second of every day."

Your eyes sparkled in delight. "You think of me that much?"

He nodded before pouting. "Do you? Do you think of me?"

You cupped his face. "Levi Ackerman, you are always on my mind. I can never stop thinking about you."

He smiled in your hands causing his plump cheeks to pudge. "I'm glad."

You tapped your forehead against his. "I love you."

"I love you so much." He kissed you and moaned in delight. "I need to be inside you." He panted a bit. "Please, mate."

You knelt up and parted your dress. "How do you want me?" You tilted your head. "Do you want me to ride you? Or would you prefer me to be pressed against the bed?"

He gripped your hips as he shifted onto his legs. "Let's be like this for a moment, pressed together as I stretch you and fill your perfect hole with me."

You massaged your fingers in his hair. "Help me take you."

He smiled up at you, he knew very well you could take his cock but you were asking for help so you could share a sweet moment. "Of course." He ran his tip up and down before guiding you to him. "I'll always help my adorable wife."

You pressed his tip in and wiggled a little. "S-so good." You shifted a bit but slipped and slammed all of Levi's thick cock into you. You threw your head back and cried out in euphoria as you felt an orgasm rip through you. "A-Ah!"

Levi grunted and held you. He called your name. "Are you okay?"

You shivered. "Y-yes."

He rubbed your tears away. "Did that hurt?"

You shook your head. "N-No, it was g-good."

He moved a bit then his eyes widened. "Fuck." He looked down at where the two of you were connected. "You're soaking."

You covered your face with your hands. "Leviii."

He chuckled. "So cute. This is why we make the sweetest babies." He kissed and sucked on your neck. "If I could, I would have you every minute of every day."

You clenched your walls around him with need. "Me too."

He dragged his tongue up your neck. "I can tell. You're clenching me so tightly. Does my wife desperately need her husband's cock?"

You whined a little. "Levi."

He chuckled as he began pumping up into you. "Tell me how much you need it."

You gripped his shoulders and mewled. "I n-need it."

He spanked your bum with both hands and gripped hard. "How much?"

You shivered. "I...I...I..."

He slammed himself up into you over and over. He smiled as you threw your head back and almost screamed in pleasure as he pounded himself in and out of you. "How much."

"M-More than a-anything."

"Good girl."

He crashed his lips against yours and kissed you with all the passion and love in his heart. His tongue was hot and sweet in your mouth, it made your head dizzy with pleasure. Every inch of you was overflowing with delight that you could barely process a thing or put a thought together. You just let Levi flow his love into you.

Levi tugged you closer and made sure your clit rubbed against him. He smiled against your lips when you squeezed him so tightly, you were just dragging him back into you every time he pumped his cock deep inside. He adored how you dragged your nails over his back and tugged on his hair.

You threw your head back, arched your back and moaned out to the room as you felt the delicious snap of pleasure. "Levi!"

Levi moved deeply, but he couldn't hold back. He slammed you down onto him and moaned your name as he poured his seed into you. "Take it, my lovely wife." He grunted. "Take all of it deep into your womb."

You purred in delight. "All mine." You tapped your forehead against his. "Hot."

He chuckled. "My demon seed always is."

You cupped his face. "Do you have more for me? You're still hard."

He lifted you up and slammed you against the bed making you giggle. "Always do." He shoved your legs against you and sighed. "Oh, darling you always look so delicious in a mating press and full of cum."

You wiggled under him. "Don't tease me, just take me."

He gripped your legs tightly and started pumping bucking into you as hard and as fast as you could take. He panted and growled in delight as he admired how your breasts bounced from his actions. He flicked his gaze to your face and adored how cute you looked. Levi loved you more than anything in this world.

Levi purred your name. "Touch yourself."

You reached down between your bodies and moved your fingers against your swollen clit. Your toes clenched up as you began whimpering in delight. You turned your head away, feeling too flustered to look at your husband. You had a lot of sex in different positions and places with your man, but you still sometimes got a little flustered.

Levi called your name. "Look at me."

You whined. "Le-Levi."

"Come on, let me see your beautiful face."

You turned your head and felt your heart flutter, he was giving you a loving gaze and not a teasing one. "Levi."

He crashed his lips against yours and hummed in happiness. "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you too."

"You going to cum for me?"

You nodded as you panted a bit. "Y-yes. A-Are you?"

He grunted. "I am. I have more to give you."

You gasped as you felt the pop of bliss and then the body-shaking euphoria rush through every inch of you. You cried out and shifted under your husband. "Mm!"

Levi kissed you roughly as he pressed down into you as far as he could go, his tip pressing against your cervix as he came hard. "Ah! Ha, ha, ngh, mm. Darling."

You shivered as you felt the warmth fill you. "S-So warm. S-So much."

Levi released your legs and kissed you. "Can you keep going?"

You whimpered. "Sensitive. J-Just a bit more."

He dragged himself out of you and rolled you onto your tummy. "Lift your hips like a good girl." He smiled as you weakly lifted your hips. "There we go. Now I can get nice and deep." He held your hips and eyed his cum leaking out of you. "Let's put that back in you." He ran his tip up your wet lips and gathered everything he could before pressing back into you. "Fuck, I love being inside you. You're so hot and welcoming."

You wiggled your bum. "I love you being in me."

He kissed your back. "I love you."

"I love you too." You mewled as he softly rocked in and out of you. "Levi."

"Forgive me darling, but I might cum faster than before because you're sensitive."

You reached for him. "It's okay. Hold my hand?"

He tangled his fingers with yours, pressed himself against you and bucked. "I'll always hold your hand. I'll hold you close and love every inch of you." He nipped your ear. "You're mine for eternity."

You drooled against the bed as you felt pleasure consume you, you were so sensitive to his touch and body. No matter how much he ravaged you over the years you still couldn't keep up with your demon husband. The stamina Levi had was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. He was incredible.

"You are so perfect." He kissed your shoulders. "So sweet, so beautiful and so sexy." He bit your shoulder a little hard. "You're mine."

Your eyes rolled back into your head. "Ah, mm. I love you."

"I love you so much." He called your name against your ear. "Your pussy is taking me so well. You're pulling me in deep like you need me to cum inside you."

You whined and felt flustered. "Y-Yes. I n-need it."

"Your body is just opening up to me."

You raised your hips. "I need you to fill me."

He kissed you. "I will. I'll give you everything. I'll fill your womb again. Accept it all. Make our cute baby."

You shivered. "Y-yes. B-breed me."

He growled and rocked faster. "Yes, my darling, I'll breed your perfect pussy."

You tapped your forehead against the bed and moaned as you felt consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. "Ah! Ha! Mm! I'm gonna-." You collapsed against the bed as your body shook with bliss from your orgasm ripping through you.

Levi grunted as you massaged him. "G-Good girl." He shifted. "Lift your hips for me so I can get in deep."

You weakly lifted your hips. "Mm."

Levi pressed himself down into you and felt his tip kiss your cervix before he poured a big thick cum load into you. "F-Fuck." He hugged you tightly as he gave you everything he could until there was nothing left. "Mm."

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the hot feeling of Levi's hot cum inside you, along with his still erect member. "Mm."

Levi smiled against your back. "That's what I said." He kissed your cheek. "Are you alright my love?"

You nodded weakly. "Yes. Sleepy and weak." You yawned a bit. "How are you, my handsome man?"

"I'm well and madly in love."

You hummed a laugh. "Me too. How are you still hard?"

He gave you a little squeeze. "You know what I'm like."

"True."

He dragged himself out of you and helped you roll onto your back. "Let's get you into a warm bath."

You yawned again. "Sounds nice."

He scooped you up and carried you into the grand bathroom where the pool bath was always filled with warm relaxing water. He walked down into the pool and held you close as he sat down. He massaged your joints as you hummed in happiness.

Levi kissed your forehead. "Is this okay?"

You nodded. "Perfect."

He smiled at you. "I'm sorry if I was a little rough."

"You were wonderful." You cupped his face and kissed him. "Please don't worry."

He nuzzled his face against you. "I just love you so much."

"I love you too."

He slipped you off his lap and left you a moment. "I'll be right back."

You leaned on the side of the bath and smiled as you watched your wet and naked husband walk away. "I miss him."

Levi returned to you with bottoms on. "I'm back." He lifted a tray I bring food and drink for my hungry and tried adorable wife." He sat down and gave you a drink. "Drink up."

You downed a lot of your drink. "Thank you."

Levi lay on his stomach and fed you snacks. "Eat up."

You leaned up and kissed Levi. "I don't know what it is, but I'm horny again."

Levi smiled at you. "You know very well what it is. When I'm in a rut I emit a pheromone that arouses you, plus my cum also does the same." He caressed your cheek. "You need to rest a bit more before I fuck you senseless again."

You giggled. "I'm counting down the seconds." You kissed him and hummed in happiness. "You're wonderful."

"So are you."

You fed Levi food and helped him drink. "Are you okay? Do you need anything else?"

Levi dragged you out of the pool and hugged you close. "You're so cute. You always care about others more than yourself."

You hugged Levi tightly. "I just adore you so much." You let out a long sigh. "You know, I don't think it'll take very long before I'll be pregnant."

Levi chuckled. "I'll make sure of it."

[the-kr8tor]

could i get garlic cloves and a ❣️ for hobie? r is trying to sneak him somewhere as a bat. or maybe sneak him out of animal control or smth? -@thesevenofstaves

YEEESSS MORE VAMP HOBIE!!! I wrote this with IPOB in mind, I hope that's okay! Thank you, bestie 🩷

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown X fem! Reader

Word count: 1.3 k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Set around my vampire Hobie series (In pursuit of blood), CW blood, mockumentary AU, Wwdits AU, Fluff!

In Pursuit of Blood fic

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

“So yeah, that's how I found out that my great aunt was a succubus—” you stop talking suddenly, blinking, eyes roaming around the walls of Hobie's mansion. The camera crew follows you as you look under the couch and even peek inside the grand piano. “Do you guys fucking hear that?”

The camera shakes its head. You look at it weirdly, “you could just say no, Jason, like a normal person—” you gasp, “there it is again!” You frantically move books from the bookshelves, making the crew dodge oncoming hardbounds. “Is this a prank? Am I getting punk’d right now?!” You scream, footsteps heavy as you trudge along the big living room, tossing and turning things around. “Hobie! Where the fuck did you put the speakers you mythical bloodsucking straw!”

You suddenly straighten up, finger scratching your ear, eyes turning from confusion to amusement. “Oh you fucking idiot!” You guffaw, palm slapping your knees in laughter. The crew look at each other, not knowing what to do when their subject turns cuckoo. “Okay, I'll—” you breathe for air, tears in your eyes as you laugh. “I'll save you, you big ancient baby.” Nodding, you roll your eyes, “fine, I'll be subtle. No explosions, yep…wait not even a little? I bought this new thing from amazon— yeah okay, bye! Close the fucking link I don't want you in my brain!”

Your shoulders sag, smiling at the befuddled camera crew. “Good news I'm not crazy! That was Hobie talking to me telepathically and he— you know what, I should just show you what he wants.” You beckon them over to the front door while you put on your jacket and take your keys. “It's called the mind gift,” based on the producer's eyes, you already know that she was about to ask you the question. “You get old enough, you start getting different abilities. Don't ask me how, that's just the way it is with vampires.”

The camera hard cuts to you driving in your new kia. In the corner of the shot you can see the camera man's hand gripping tightly around his seatbelt as you drive recklessly, like you just learned how to drive yesterday. Or you just knew what a car is.

“Relax,” you say, smiling sweetly at the camera even though you pass a red light. “No one's even on the road this late at night. So calm down.”

Hobie's voice once again appears in your mind, ‘hurry up, love, I think this chihuahua next to my cage wants me. And it's not the hunger type of want.’ You snort at his comment. ‘Please? I'll make it worth your while.’ he says with flirty undertones, making you roll your eyes, cheeks warm.

The camera visibly shakes. The mic picks up a faint ‘I’m gonna die.’ The crew following behind you with their own van can barely keep up with you. They pity Jason right now.

“Okay, listen.” You start, the car is zooming past the road beyond the speed limit. “Hobie wanted to hunt some poor rich sap but,” there's rapid honking around you, “something happened, he wouldn't tell me exactly what, so he had to get out quickly and turn into his vampire form. Now animal control caught him at the park because he was too hungry to return to his form.” The car suddenly screeches to a halt, making Jason the camera man almost fly off his seat.

You park your car at an animal control center, the camera zooms in your determined face. “Operation: save my idiot vampire roommate has begun.” Your head quickly swivels towards Jason who seems like all the colour on his face has gone. “Don't fuck this up for us, Jason.” You point at his still chest.

You exit your car with the slam of the door. The rest of the crew follow closely behind you as you enter the animal control center with an uncanny smile that has the front desk worker perturbed.

“Hi, this might sound weird—”

“What's up with the camera crew, lady?” The man asks, blinking away the bright lights, weirded out by the whole situation.

“Oh, we're making a documentary.”

“About what?” The man brightens up, subtly fixing his hair with his hand.

“Uh…” you look at the crew for answers, they're not helping with their empty looks. “...About bats, yeah, bats. We're from national geographic actually.” You hear Hobie in your head ‘national geographic? Really, love? You don't look like the Steve Irwin type. Although, you'd look good in some khaki shorts.’ Blinking him away, you continue to convince the man. “And one of our bats escaped from their enclosure. You see that man over there?” Raising your finger to point at Jason, you accuse him as he stands there awkwardly. “His name is Hobie,” Hobie's laughter in your mind echoes. “And he's an idiot y’know, he's a nephew of our director so we just had to take him in. You get me?”

The man in the front desk nods, judging ‘Hobie.�� “Yeah, I know the type.” He whispers to you. “We have someone like him here too.”

You nod in understanding. “They're not the brightest, right?” Hobie's cackling laughter buries deep in your mind, almost making you laugh too. ‘you're making me have it, huh?’ Jason frowns at you while he zooms in your apologetic face.

Tapping the desk, you smile at the man again. “So! Our bat, please?”

“I'd ask for papers like usual but I'm too lazy.” Now it's you judging the man. “If you can get him from the back yourself without getting rabies then you're free to take him.”

“Yeah, okay.” You shrug, and you hear Hobie breathe a sigh of relief. Opening the doors, you're greeted by a dozen small animals, all angrily calling out to you. “Wow, this reminds me of my cousin's room!”

Your eyes roam over the cages, looking for a familiar bat. The producer points at a bat on your right, she has her hand on the lock but you stop her midway. “That's clearly not him. Good try though.” The bat squeaks, lunging at the cage, almost biting the producer's hand.

Hobie's voice calls out to you, then you see a black bat with large wings rattle its cage. That's Hobie alright. “Aww,” you tease, “is it just me or you look extra adorable right now?”

‘Open the bloody door!’ Hobie telepathically screams at you, continuing to rattle at his cage. Squeaking angrily. You guess that he's starving now that he has tossed being sweet.

“In a minute.” You say, pulling out your phone to take numerous pictures of him. There's selfies of you with the angry bat, and even a group picture of the crew and bat Hobie. With one final click of the camera, you finally open the cage.

Hobie comes flying off towards your face, clinging to you, claws holding on to you and his tiny bat body covering your entire head. ‘Thank you, lovie.’ He says in your mind, his tiny fanged face nuzzling you sweetly. The camera crew takes numerous angles of the whole ordeal. ‘Take me home, ‘m hungry.’

“Will you let go of my face first?” Your voice is muffled by his fuzzy bat body.

‘nah, you're too comfortable.’

“No blood for you then.” You warn, and it works as he reluctantly moves over to your shoulders instead. ‘Fine,’ he grumbles, squeaking disappointedly.

Waving goodbye to the front desk who again stares at you all confused, you have successfully rescued your idiot vampire roommate. Placing him on your passenger seat, he shakes his head when you coax him into turning back to his form.

Jason records from the backseat, eyes flicking from you and the agitated bat. He knows exactly what's about to happen.

“What am I supposed to do? Let you drink from me again?”

There's a bout of silence, and then Hobie the bat nods his tiny head.

With a huff, you give him your hand to bite into. “One sip, Hobie, enough to turn you human.” He nods, mouth opening to take a bite. You look over your shoulder towards the camera. “Cut the fucking camera, Jason.”

Hobie sinks his teeth into you just as the camera shuts off. But not the mic though.

[jo-the-cosmic-being]

Sry if it’s bad, I paused in the middle of it to quickly do my Duolingo lesson😭

Imagine:

Your man stays at home while you are away. What chores would he do?

𝒮𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃 would not really realize he spent most of the day just sleeping or watching TV. I think at first he would be really unproductive. He needs a break from work, the man is tiredddd! In the other half of the day, he will do some basic chores, unpacking his stuff, making the bed, maybe fixing something that broke while he was away.

Okay hear me out! 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 would cut firewood. Let him act like a lumberjack in the backyard in a plaid shirt. Let him feel useful. And please say that you are cold so he can cut up some more wood for the fireplace.

I’m sure 𝒮𝑜𝒶𝓅 would do something so useless but actually smart. Like rearranging the spices or put the books on the bookshelf in alphabetical order. He would just get really creative with these ideas. When you get home, it actually surprises you, he’s not the kind of person to feel the need to tidy up anything.

I think 𝒦𝓎𝓁𝑒 is the kind of guy to do what he sees you usually doing. So he would do the dishes, the laundry, some cleaning, I don’t trust him with cooking tho so when you get home, you have nothing to do, just to rest and enjoy his company.

I honestly don’t think 𝑀𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓋 would let you do chores. He has people to do it for you. So he wouldn’t either. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything at all. He would walk through the mansion house, to make sure there wasn’t a spider web, a hole on the wall or a single dust molecule. When you get home, he already ordered you your favorite food and put on a movie you like.

Why am I seeing 𝒫𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓅 doing all the fixing and typical “men’s works”? I can only think of him washing the car, cutting branches, mowing the lawn, and assembling the IKEA furnitures you bought while he was on a mission.

𝒦ö𝓃𝒾𝑔 is pretty chill about it I think. If you didn’t specifically asked him to do something he probably wouldn’t really think about it. He would maybe do something if it was really bothering him. Folding the clothes, doing the shopping or fixing the tap.

💋

Divider by fairytopea

[chososlittlecrybaby]

MIKEY( MANJIRO SANO ) as your boyfriend.

pros and cons!¡

manila and sort of bonten mikey in a bunch! + black! Fem Reader.

WARNINGS!!: Choking, oral(male receiving) , spanking, dirty talk, public masturbation.

NOT PROOF READ

Mikey is not a pure soul. He’s a gang member and leader.

Mikey has had men killed by his and his lackeys hands.

Anyone who knows Mikey would think he’s not boyfriend material.

You thought that too actually. Boy did he prove you wrong.

You are by Mikey at non important times. When it comes to meetings and you want to go out and run errands or you’re just by yourself for the day, he hires a body guard just for his girl.

as Mikeys girl friend, you have a high status when it comes to the gang. They pay you respect as to being the only girl and their leaders girl.

Mikey loves to call you pretty girl, your nickname, pretty, baby.

the bad thing about dating Mikey is that you are always on the move from the cops. Mikey swore up and down to not get you dragged in whatever messes he had going on. The more you two went out the more you were seen in public. You were now on the same radar as Mikey.

Now what Mikey did not know is that you were high maintenance. Nails, Hair, Lashes, Clothes, waxes, gifts. One of the main reasons Kokonoi despises you. You were taking all the damn money.

Motorcycle rides are the best with you two. Conversations about life and what you guys want to do in the future.

Mikey has never been annoyed with you. He feels as if your presence is the most important thing in the world.

You do have a mouth on you though. All of the members of bonten know that. Your slick remarks when someone asks and obvious question when talking to your boyfriend. It makes Mikey laugh in his head. He has to keep his composure infront of his gang.

How does Mikey deal with your mouth when it comes to him and your smart statements? Oh he chokes you.

Back pressed against his chest, right hand on your neck applying pressure and left hand messing with your clit.

“m’ sorry Jiro..” You choked out, lack of air disrupting your words.

“ I told you about your mouth when you talk to me.” Mikey said, Stoic expression on his face. Applying more pressure to your neck, you gasp. Your airway being cut off slightly.

“Sad. So pretty with a bad mouth, maybe I should fuck it.” Mikey slid the hand that was under your new pink skirt up and wiped your slick across your tits. Nipples hardening from the touch.

“B-baby I won’t do it again!” You pleaded. You were never scared of Mikey, he never intimidated you. When you seen how he acted in bed, you couldn’t believe that was your same sweet, quiet, gang leader boyfriend :( .

Days where you were limping around the mansion, voice would be gone , hickeys on your neck and thigh, bit marks turning purple on your brown skin.

You roughed Mikey up a little too, just not in the way he has you at his knees begging to fucking cum.

You would get in trouble for small things with Mikey. Knowing you are on a radar you love playing around in broad daylight.

Mikey would have you deep throating him just because your skirt or dress was too short. Spank you because you had a bad mouth. Edged you just because you had stroked his dick in public. you know SMALL things !

SMALL DRABBLE DOWN BELOW!

“Stop moving.” Mikey said, one hand placed firmly onto your wrists. “M-Mikey!” You whined and dragged out his name. “You’re lucky I am a very well collected man.” He said, taking his free hand to yank your panties he had just bought you.

“You don’t get dick tonight, gonna slut this ‘lil pussy out and leave you wet and frustrated.”

[alizayildiz]

Kenan Yildiz Preferences {Dad, Dad to be, Husband}

✮ dad to be Kenan, who carries everything while you're pregnant, not that he didn't when you were not. But not he's just super extra careful.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who seventy hopes that the two of you are having a son so that he can teach him how to play football and how to treat woman right.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who buys the most expensive baby equipment, everything that you child could possibly need.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who thinks of names almost every dad.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who started putting away dangerous things around the Mansion, like knifes, before the baby even arrived.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who immediately called his best friends Arda and Can to tell them the news that the two of you are having a baby together.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who trains even harder than he already does. In mission to achieve way more success and money than he already has. So the three of you can continue living this glorious lifestyle.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who demands that guy stop going to work after you've had the baby and while you're pregnant these nine months. Due to the fact that he knows too much stress is not good for pregnant women.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who got more protective of you the second you told him that you're pregnant.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who bought books for couples that are expecting their first child to be better informed when the baby arrives.

✮husband Kenan, who threw the biggest wedding party. Letting you spend as much money as you want to. Main thing for him is that he gets to call you his wife.

✮ husband Kenan, who booked three whole months of Honeymoon. All over different places in the world. Booked in the best hotels, with tourist activities yk do while you're there.

✮ husband Kenan, who never takes off his wedding ring, even during matches he wears it. Sometimes getting confronted about it with the referee that guides the game.

✮ husband Kenan, who loves being married to you more then anything else is his life.

✮ husband Kenan, who just looks forward to come home to you after training, his wife, and cuddle with you taking in your scent.

✮ husband Kenan, who always reaches out for you hand, holding it and playing with the big rock on your finger, your wedding ring, whenever he's nervous.

✮ husband Kenan, who supports every single decision of you, being the most gentle men you've ever met.

✮ husband Kenan, who looses his temper way to fast when someone is being disrespectful towards his wife in the slightest way possible.

✮ husband Kenan, who buys you fresh flowers every single week, for years now, never letting it slip. And he also plans dates night every two weeks. He wants to keep the marriage of you two active. Not like other couples who give up on each other easily after being married for just a year.

✮husband Kenan, who financially supports and covers everything by himself. He's a huge gentleman and thinks no woman ever should have to pay for anything.

✮ dad Kenan, who was the first person to home y'all's baby. Shearing tears as he got a look at the beautiful face of the baby.

"Thank you for blessing me with such a beautiful baby" was the first thing he said after you gave birth.

✮ das Kenan, who let's you sleep from night to morning. Taking care of the baby himself, he knows how tired you are so he wants to make sure you rest. It doesn't matter if he's tired too, you and the baby are his priority.

"Shhhh, you're going to wake up your beautiful mommy, everything's alright, daddy's here"

✮ dad Kenan, who takes your kid as often so training or to matches as he can. He wants to have his family with him before, during and after the game.

✮ dad Kenan, who buys every toy in store that your child touches or even looks long at.

"What am I gonna do with my money if I don't spend it on our kid ?"

✮ dad Kenan, who calls you and the baby over FaceTime every single morning and night when he has to be away for important matches.

✮ dad Kenan, who thought your son how to play football at an early age. Also how to treat a woman right.

"Look mommy they're for you" your son said happily, holding a bouquet of flowers ins his petite hands.

✮ dad Kenan, who gets on father mode as soon as he sees a boy having interest in you daughter. Teaching her all about their lies and how to manipulate them.

"So if he tells you that he's not looking for anything serious, he mean that he's not looking for anything serious WITH YOU, he's still going to mess around with other woman. So she best thing you're going to do is cut off ties with him".

✮ dad Kenan, who learned to be patient on a whole different level since being a father.

✮ dad Kenan, who turns into a literal lawyer when someone is having a problem with your child, or when they're accusing them of something. In the end you child stays untouchable due to Kenan.

[stellarfics]

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 [𝐜𝐡𝐩. 1]

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dark!ransom drysdale x innocent!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, rape/non-con, drugging/date-raping, somnophilia, dom/sub undertones, degrading, oral sex (male receiving), virginity kink, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, choking, size difference, heavy misogyny, heavy angst, extreme physical violence (mentions of blood), extremely dark themes, 18+ minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you let your friends drag you out for a night, which turns into a living nightmare because of one person; Ransom Drysdale.

You look at your reflection in the mirror, it’s almost as if a stranger is gazing back at you. You look—different, good. You’re living and out of body experience, wearing the unusual skimpy outfit you’ve got on; a silk red dress hugging at your curves, makeup done to perfection, hair pinned up in a soft, angelic, loose bun.

You slowly drag your tongue along your bottom lip, feeling the buttery, slick texture of the red gloss laying across your lip, the taste of the plain, sticky substance odd on your tastebuds. Your tiny dorm echoes with a sharp rap against the rattling wood door, a signal that Daisy is waiting outside.

You sigh and give yourself one last glance as you grab your clutch, stopping at the door, eyeing your ratted-down coat, the left sleeve practically falling off at the shoulder, the seams frayed to no revival. You open your door and see the redhead beaming at you.

“Oh my god! You look amazing! Oh, I knew red would be your color.”

You blush at the reminder of the embarrassing conversation the pair of you had in a bustling, expensive store at the Boulevard Mall the week before. You swear you almost died when you saw the price tag.

“Ah, forget about it, I’ll put it on Daddy’s credit card. He won’t mind.” Daisy would say, twirling her hair around, without a care in the world.

To say she’d been born spoon-fed off a silver platter would be an understatement. Her parents were among the most wealthy in the country, god, maybe even the world.

They rubbed elbows with the rich, neck high in gold coins. You didn’t need her to tell you about her wealth, her Rolls Royce spoke for her, a shimmering silver-plated car her father had bought her at the beginning of the semester. You guess her Audi wasn’t cutting it.

You are practically tugged down to the elevator, all the way to her car. She opens the door and shoves you in, squealing in delight as she floors it to the club.

You weren’t raised in a mansion on Beacon Hill, hell you weren’t even the occasional litter on the sidewalks. You were a quiet, city girl, grinding your elbows in soap, helping your mother clean houses since you were five.

The whole nine yards were already planned out in your head since you were 10. You’d focus on your studies, push your way to the top, building up from scraps, from scratch.

But life isn’t like a dream. It never is.

The pair of you pull up to the club, the valet taking the keys from Daisy’s manicured hand. She links elbows with you, laughing like she’s already drunk, babbling about the off-fielder who’d won Crimson their last game. How, in her words, fucking massive his cock was. Swearing she almost died giving him head last week after the game.

The two of you push through the sweaty cluster of bodies and up to the bar. You hold Daisy up as she drunkenly orders a plate of shots. You sigh and drag your group to a table in the back corner.

They down the entire plate, leaving you a single shot. Your girls hook each other into their elbows and swing their hips into the crowd. You sigh and watch as the night unfolds. Two hours pass by in a flash and your single shot is slowly collecting water droplets over its glass in front of you.

You check your phone, the screen blinding you as it reads 1:28 am. You sigh and stand up, pushing your way through the swaying crowd. You make your way to Daisy, who’s practically going at it with some guy. 

You clear your throat and groan before you tap her on the shoulder. She swats your hand away before you try again. She turns around, heat in her eyes.

“What the fuck—oh, what’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” She asks, pushing the guy away from her. He grabs at her hips and tries to reel her back to him.

She shoves him away and grabs your wrist, pulling you to the back of the club, and into the bustling bathroom. The door swings open and it’s literal hell; you’re smacked in the face with the greatest cloud of weed mixed with vape smoke you’d ever imagined.

You cough and turn to the counter, girls and doing lines, snorting them through a wrinkled five-dollar bill. You stare for too long, if the way they turn to you with disgusted eyes says anything.

Daisy takes you into a stall, and pats your face with some powder, and fixes your lipstick.

“Maybe, I should go home…” You mumble as Daisy wipes excess lipstick from the corner of your mouth.

“What? No. We just got here.”

“Daisy, this isn’t my thing.” You grimace and she sighs.

“Hey, the night isn’t totally ruined. You could still end up waking in someone’s bed.” She says in a sing-song voice.

“I hope it’s only my own.” You groan, rubbing at your forehead. You give Daisy the saddest, tired eyes you can muster and she sighs.

“Alright, we can go.” She says, nodding.

You shake your head. “Stay, you’ve got your floor partner out there waiting for you. I can make it home. I promise I’ll be okay.”

She nods and grabs your hand, dragging you out of the bathroom. “Be safe, this side of the city isn’t safe to be walking. I can set you up with an Uber.” 

“I’m okay. I promise, Daisy. I’ll see you in the morning.” You take her into a tight hug and she pats your hair down.

“I’m serious. Be safe.”

“Always.” You smile.

You sigh and walk out of the club, the Halloween chill has you shaking in your heels, wishing you’d brought your coat. You pull your phone out of your clutch and try the power button, only to find it dead. You think about going back into the club, groaning as you imagine pestering Daisy for a ride home.

Damn.

You groan, running a hand through your hair, spotting, from your peripheral vision, a group of men kicking around bottles at the end of the street. Conspiring against your prayers, whatever god lives above reels them towards you. They drunkenly try to sweet-talk you, reaching a hand out to grab the end of your dress.

Your heart thuds against your chest and your body heats up, anxiety rattling in your bones. Your hands shake against your thighs and you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

It’s all to no avail.

“Are you all alone, honey?” One asks, most likely the ring leaders.

“No, a friend’s inside. She’s ordering us a cab.” You turn away from them, looking toward the club. A few frat boys come out, drunkenly laughing at themselves, and look you up and down.

You’re a slab of meat, a fresh sirloin steak, thrown in the middle of a street filled with strays, foaming at the mouth, claws digging into the gravel beneath you.

You find yourself slowly cornered into the street, before falling back on your palms. You find yourself being surrounded by both groups of men. The screech of tires being locked by breaks echoes through the night air, as you’re blinded by headlights. You turn your head to find yourself a foot away from the bumper of a car.

You swallow the thick lump in the bottom of your throat and move from the car.

The driver steps out, a silhouette, really—tall and broad, shoulders square, shoes shining as he stalks towards the front of the car. You drag your eyes up his body, catching the way his arms swell under the unearthly soft-looking material of a white, cable knit sweater, perfectly hidden by the overcoat he’s sporting.

You turn to the group of men, tails between their legs as they look at one another and scramble away. You’re left alone with the silhouette, he speaks to you, voice drowned by the whizzing cars and natural night noise.

“Are you okay?” He asks, voice gruff and tired as he stalks closer to you.

You blink rapidly and quickly nod your head. You scramble onto your palms and shakily stand up. You move back a little as he simply stares at you.

“What were you doing out here alone?”

“I just—” You fix your dress, crossing your arms over yourself. “I was going home. This isn’t really my crowd.”

Ransom looks you up and down, and turns to the bar.

“Who took you there? It’s a scrub-hole.” He grunts, standing a little straighter.

“My…friend.”

“Some friend. Especially if she left you out here on your own.” He steps closer to you, staggering a little as the street lights finally shine upon him. The light scent of alcohol rolls with his words into the night air.

The yellow flickering lights illuminate him in a golden halo. It accentuates his broadness even more, creating the perfect shadows over his arms and chest; it paints him almost herculean.

Your eyes widen as he tilts his head a little, looking at your palm. You raise your hand up and look at the red filling the lines of your palm. You look at the ground and wipe off the blood and pavement residue off your hand.

“I’m Ransom, do you know your name?” He asks, looking at you, trying to see if you’re okay.

You just keep staring at him and he chuckles.

“Why don’t I take you home? Make sure you’re safe for the night?” He asks.

You look up at him, noticing just how much closer he’s gotten to you, and blink up at him from beneath your lashes. You feel your chest tightening as anxiety fills your veins.

“O-Okay.” You nod, taking Ransom’s offered hand and letting him lead you to his car. The hand on the small of your back burns through your dress. You feel his palm against your skin even when he lifts it, closing the door for you once you're settled.

He rounds the car, sitting in the driver's seat as he starts the car again. The engine revs to life as he slowly pulls forward, turning over to look at you. You simply stare at your heels and blink; the scenario slowly creeping up on you.

You turn to Ransom and look back out to the street. You watch as the car whizzes through the empty streets. Your eyes trail with street lights and dimmed buildings.

The car speeds into the merging lane of the highway—which goes to the opposite side of the city. You sit up a little, looking out towards the empty interstate.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to say I-I live at the dorms, the ones by the—”

“We’re going to my house.” He says, not even offering you a glance.

The prickling heat of anxiety bites at the back of your neck. You try to keep your composure as you look around at the slowly growing street.

He continues on the freeway, down till it becomes a one-lane road. It leads out onto a snow-covered street, which is lined with bare trees that break into a deep meadow.

The snow is illuminated a bright white as you grow closer to the house. The car's light shines upon a mansion—a literal mansion.

He circles into the driveway, parks the car, and steps out. He goes up to the door and unlocks it, stepping in. He leaves it open for you, not turning back to see if you walk in.

You swallow down your awe as you take a shaky step out of the car. You hear the click of your heels against the polished, marble steps of the house. Which looks like something out of a magazine, a Wright design come to life.

The windows go from roof to floor, illuminating the house with cool moonlight. The glass exterior is shimmering.

You gently push open the door and step inside, the warmth hitting you too quickly, burning your skin in contrast to the cold outside.

You take a deep breath and look around the foyer. It leads into the grand living room. A stone wall covers the foyer of the house. A large L-shaped couch covered in a disheveled blanket calls home there. A stunning fireplace has been left burning, and a small cartridge of graham crackers and marshmallows is left beside it.

It’s beautiful, breathtaking.

Ransom comes back, two glasses of scotch in his hands.

“Oh, no thank you. I don’t really drink...” You say, waving a small hand in front of you.

“Now, that’s no way to treat someone who’s accommodating for you. Drink it.” He practically shoves the drink into your hands.

You look down at the glass and up at him.

“Drink it.”

You shiver under Ransom’s gaze and hesitantly take a sip. He nods and takes one from his own. He grabs your wrist and leads you back to the couch.

Sitting first and pulling you into his lap. You stiffen as you land over his thighs. He lays a hand between your own, close to your knee; drawing circles into your skin.

You aren’t sure what to do, frozen, stoic as you attempt to wrangle a thought. He seemingly reads your mind, humming softly, and brings a hand up to your hair.

He brushes it over your shoulder, playing with the ends. He looks at you with dark eyes and then turns to your cup.

“Drink.”

As if in a trance, you take the glass to your lips, slugging back a few drops. You hold it in your mouth, and let it burn your tongue before it slides down your throat and settles into your stomach.

He shakes his head and holds the glass for you.

“Such a silly little girl, take a little more.” He hums, voice laced with malice.

He takes your glass, tips it against your lips, and gently tips it back a little more. You groan and take the rest of the drink. You hold it in your mouth and whimper, squirming around.

“Swallow.”

You comply and take the burning liquid back; immediately coughing once you can get a deep breath of air.

He shushes you and pats your back a little, condescendingly cooing you. You cough and heave, attempting to stand up.

“No, no, hey, shh. It’s okay.” Ransom hums. “Breathe through your nose.”

He coaxes you through taking a deep breath. You follow his direction and hiccup on a breath. He nods you along and rubs a hand over your back.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

You end your coughing fit with a whine. You twist around in Ransom’s lap, face scrunched up in disgust. He simply chuckles, takes your glass, and sets it on the side table.

He rubs at your back and hums softly, looking at you. You whine and shake like a leaf in his lap. Ransom sighs and shushes you, petting your hair back.

“It’s alright, shh. Quiet now. You’re alright.” He shushes you.

You sniffle a little and he shushes you, brushing your hair a little more. You whimper and Ransom grabs your head, fingers drifting down to your chin.

“It’s okay, sweet thing.” He cooes, voice oddly soft and you whimper. He pets your hair back, looking at you. He holds your chin and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip.

“You’re so obedient, honey.” He mumbles, grinning softly.

Your stomach floors as your eyes widen like saucers. You feel your diaphragm quivering at the force of your muscles clenching against each other.

You swallow thickly, eyes flicking between Ransom’s and he tilts his head a little, feigning innocence. He catches the way you soften in his arms.

He nods and you sigh, melting in his arms. You feel your body go slack and Ransom drapes you over his arm. You whimper softly, eyes drooping as Ransom hums softly.

It’s a song you’ve known as a child, one your mother used to sing—as she’d tuck you into bed. You feel Ransom’s hand card through your curls, scratching lightly at your scalp.

You slump a little in his arms and Ransom just looks down at you. He knows what he brought you here for. He knows it’s just a matter of time before the sedative he mixed into your drink kicks in.

Only a few minutes before you’re pliable in his arms. At his will to do whatever he wants with you.

Only a few minutes that he can wait for.

He runs his fingers up the inside of your calf, following along the soft lines of your muscle. You lift your head, eyes unfocused as Ransom looks at you, eyes dark.

You move your leg from his hand, trying to scoot away from him. He shushes you, taking your cheek into his hand. He brushes his thumb over your skin.

“You’re so pretty.” He smiles, toothy and wide.

You blink a few times and Ransom brings you closer. Looking at your lips. You feel your heart thud in your chest, hear the echo in your ears; feel its heat under your skin as your cheeks burn.

“You’re so pretty.” Ransom says again, thumb running along your bottom lip.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

You can’t seem to swallow fast enough, recoil your legs to your chest, and curl into yourself. Ransom shushes you, bringing you closer to his chest.

“It’s just kissing, honey.” He says, crushing his lips to your own. You whimper and push a hand against his chest. His hard, rock-like, unmoving chest.

He takes your wrist, pinning it to your side, and kisses you; you grimace and squirm in his hold. Your eyes squeeze shut as you whimper softly.

“Stop.” You squeak, voice barely above a whisper.

Ransom breaks away, taking in a deep breath before nuzzling against your neck. Running his fingers along the soft skin of your calf.

“Just kissing, sweetheart.” He says, burrowing his face in your neck; sucking and biting at the soft skin there.

You keen softly and scrunch your shoulder, pushing at his chest again. The action is futile. You lay there in his arms, shocked to feel his lips oddly soft against your own.

You whine and he pulls back, blue eyes opening and drowning you. You tentatively wipe at your lips and his lips curl up with a chuckle.

He looks at you like that for a while, with dark, heavy eyes. He runs his hand against your thigh and you whimper, shifting away from him.

“No. You can’t hide from me.” He says, voice hard like nails and he grabs your jaw in a rather tight grip. It makes your blood freeze.

The daunting size difference between the two of you. Even now, in his lap, you barely reach his chest. The size of his palm is well over encasing your entire face. The thickness of his arms—which are circled around you in an extremely tight fashion—are such a distinct size to your waist.

The absolute strength they hold makes you shake; knowing Ransom could very well, literally throw you across the room at his command.

Your eyes widen as you look over the shadow of Ransom’s palm. You push at his forearm and he only tightens his hold, pressing your cheeks against your teeth.

You whimper and he pulls back. He gentles his touch again, thumbing your cheek and you swallow, eyes swimming with fear.

You take a few shaky breaths and shoot your gaze between Ransom’s eyes. He leans up again, stealing another kiss from you. He grabs you and rolls you over; laying over your body on the couch.

You bring your hands to his shoulders, pushing him back a bit. He nudges your legs apart, fitting himself between your thighs.

“Wait—stop.”

“We’re just kissing.” He says, going back to your neck, nipping at the skin there.

You shake your head, pushing at him to move. You bring your feet against his stomach, nudging him back.

“Stop. Please.” You whimper, voice squeaky and uneven. Your vision begins to blur and you’re unsure if it's from the tears welling in your eyes or not.

He simply groans in your ear, laying flat against you; rutting his long-forgotten, massive, hard-on against you. You whimper and stiffen under him.

“Stop, please. Stop.” You beg, on the verge of tears.

“Just kissing.” He says, lifting his head up.

He kneels back, looking down at you with dark eyes. You cower further back into the couch, closing your legs and bringing your arms over your chest, covering yourself as much as you can. Ransom brings a hand between your thighs, pushing them apart.

You reach down for his hand, vision melting and arms becoming weak as you grab his forearm. He shushes you, petting your hair back and cupping your cheek.

“That’s it. Don’t fight it, sweetheart. Such an obedient girl.” He cooes, eyes dark and grinning like a devil.

Your eyes slip closed and you make a soft little noise in the back of your throat.

Ransom nearly feels guilty, taking a sweet thing like you this way. He knows he’ll hurt you, definitely more than you can take, judging solely on how small you are. He practically cages you against his body on the couch.

He sighs and stands up, hauling you over his shoulder, and walks through the first floor, up the stairs. He makes his way through the upstairs to his bedroom, laying you across the bed. He sighs and grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

It makes your dress ride up over your thighs. He smirks and runs a hand along the inside of your thigh, finding the soft, squishy, skin there perfect. He hums and pulls his hand back, he pushes your dress over your thighs up to your stomach.

He smirks at the soft, red silk panties you wear. The way they hug you perfectly, he’s almost saddened when he tears them in half. You whine and bring your legs closed, he admires the way that, even when you’re drugged, you keep your modesty.

He shushes you, petting a hand along your hair, and stands again. He pulls your dress down your chest, baring your tits to him.

He groans at the way they jiggle; their weight feeling perfect in his hands. He thumbs your nipples, the pink flesh growing into a hardened bud that he tugs and teases, loving the soft sounds the movement pulls from your throat.

He grunts and brings his hand between your legs. He runs his fingers against the soft, moist skin there, he feels his chest swell with the predatorial pride that he’s made you wet.

He lifts his hand, raking his fingers against your skin to the point goosebumps rise on your thighs. He teasingly brushes his thumb against your clit, grinning at the way you twitch; closing your legs, trapping his hand again.

He rubs his thumb against your nub a little harder, pressing your thigh into the mattress. It’s what wakes you up.

You blink drowsiness from your eyes, looking around the room and feeling something at your thighs—between your thighs. You whimper and rise up on your elbows, blood freezing as you see Ransom standing between your legs. Your lips part and Ransom’s on you like a flash.

He pins you under him, one hand covering your mouth, the other holding your head to his palm.

“Don’t scream.” He says, voice sinister.

You whine as tears well in your eyes.

“Gonna be a good girl? Gonna be quiet for me?” He whispers, staring at you with intent eyes.

You hiccup beneath his hand and you squeeze your eyes shut. He slowly pulls back his hand, running his fingers over your hair.

“Such an obedient girl. If you're good for me, I’ll make it sweet for you. Okay?” He cooes, voice lined with poison.

You simply take in the little breath your lungs hold and he smirks. He runs his hand down your neck, over your side, brushing along your tit to cup its weight in his hand. He brushes his thumb against your nipple and squirm under him; face burning red.

You bite back a whine, veins in your neck straining with fear. He tweaks your bud between his fingers, tugging at your nipple and you cry out; squeezing your eyes shut and turning away from him.

Your hands come up for a moment, going to push at his shoulders before staying stoic in the air. He grabs your wrists, coils them in a single hand, and pins them above your head on the mattress.

“Keep them there, if they move, I’ll hit you.”

He brings his hand back to your tit, slapping it and smirking at the way it moves against your ribs. You whimper, turning your head into your own arm and covering your face.

“Don’t hide from me.” He growls, grabbing your jaw and twisting your head back to him.

Your eyes are squeezed shut and you’re shaking under him; your body is so tense, that your muscles are beginning to ache. Pain radiates off your body, skin goes cold. He taps his fingers against your cheek and you whine, flinching under his hand.

“Look at me. Look at me.”

You slowly open your eyes, tears run down your cheeks and fill your ears as your bottom lip quivers. He runs his hand down your side again, and you twist away from him. He tightens the grip on your jaw and shakes his head.

“Don’t move.”

He lets go of your jaw, snaking down your body, laying against your stomach. He leans down, pressing a single kiss to the center of your chest, before he turns his head and takes a nipple into his mouth.

You cry out, stomach and chest caving into the bed. You turn away from him, shooting your arms down, pushing at his head and he leans up, turning your head back to him only for him to strike his palm against your cheek.

Fast, sharp, and hard.

The noise of skin hitting skin echoes throughout the second floor of the house. You can’t hide the soft squeak that escapes your lips and you bite your lip, hiccuping softly as you stare up at him. Your vision is muddled by your tears as you see him go back down—you feel his lips around your tit, tongue pressing against your nipple.

You twist against him and he simply lays a hand over your stomach, pinning you to the bed. He sucks and bites at the skin of your chest, grunting as he ruts himself against your thigh.

The tears that have been beads now become full rivers. You hiccup as you try to subtly move away from him. He frees your tit with a soft wet ‘pop’ and sits over your thighs.

He looks down at you, eyes dark as he grabs your wrists, grips tight, and seethes.

“I said not to move.”

You take a shaky breath and nod, chest rising and falling far too fast for your heart to handle.

He grabs for the hem of his sweater, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the bed with a soft thud. Your jaw goes a little slack as you stare up at his body; the one carved like a porcelain Greek god.

Eyes dark like unruly oceans, nose swooping down to a perfect tip, lips plump and soft, like luscious pillows, jaw strong and hard. His arms which are practically logs, veins running under their skin beautifully, the muscles flex and shadow against the light of the lamp on his bedside table.

They lead down to his chest, burly and hard, covered with a light spruce of hair over his pecs. It leads down to his abs, which are hard and have veins crawling up his sides, melting into his skin, his v-line is impeccable as it gives just that much before leaving the rest for imagination.

He looks down at you, cups your cheek, brushing away the tears that stray, and growls at the way you flinch from his palm.

He tangles his hand into the back of your head and brings you up to steal a kiss from your lips. It’s owning and hard, possessive and hot.

He swipes his tongue against your bottom lip and you gasp, lips parting. He licks into your mouth, you can taste the bourbon he’s had earlier on his tongue.

It makes you whimper and turn away from him, breaking the kiss.

You hiccup, squeezing your eyes shut, and await the impending blow he’s bound to lay on your cheek. Only it doesn’t come.

The sound of his belt buckle echoes in the room and your eyes crack open. You shoot up and move away from Ransom.

“No, no, please. You can’t.” You beg, voice cracking as you cower over yourself.

He pushes you back, grabbing your arms and pinning them at your side. You kick and push at his chest, scratching over his arms and he hisses.

“Stop! Stop fighting me!” He hits you with a blow to your ribs and you scream out, twisting against him.

You cry and cry, curling onto your side, in a ball. You shake your head and push him away as he tries to grab you.

“Please! Please!” You beg.

Ransom moves off the bed, grabs your ankle, and pulls you to the edge. You thrash against him, legs and arms flailing as you try to escape his grasp.

He grabs you by the hair, pulling your head back with enough force to give you whiplash. You cry out and scream as he covers your mouth with a hand.

“Shut up. Shut up!” He strikes your cheek again.

You push your hands against his chest and hiccup. He leans in close and growls, eyes dark and you whimper.

“Please, you can do anything—anything but…that.” You hiccup, tears muddling your vision.

Ransom looks at you and takes in your words. He takes in the way you look, afraid and shaking; a scared little girl and he lets out a soft breath.

“You’re a virgin.”

Your blood freezes and you stare at him, a deer in headlights. You look between his eyes and your bottom lip quivers.

You stare at him as he brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing your skin with his thumb.

“If you’re good, I’ll be gentle.”

“No, please. Please. Please!”

You cry out, your heartbeat kicking up as he moves off the bed. He pulls his belt free and kicks off his slacks, along with his briefs, grabbing you by the back of your neck and dragging you over to him.

He pins you under him, holding your head up and smacking his cock against your cheek. You whimper and whine, turning away from him.

“Open your mouth.” He groans.

He pushes his cock against your lips and you cry out, thrashing against him. He pushes at the hinges of your jaw and your mouth falls open.

He pushes himself between your lips and you scrape your teeth against his cock.

“Open your mouth. Open your mouth!” He hisses. “Don’t fucking bite me or I’ll beat you dead.”

You spit up over it, coughing and pushing at his thighs. He groans, hand encasing your neck as he forces himself down your throat.

He grins at the way you cough and choke over his cock, slapping at his thighs. He pushes deeper, bringing your head up till your nose brushes against his sac.

You feel lightheaded at the pressure, ears ringing and you push at his thighs. He pulls back, groaning. You cough and rise up to your elbows, gasping for breath.

“That’s it. God your throat is tight. Feel so good around me.” He coos. “Your lips are so pretty around my cock.”

You cough and hiccup, trying to crawl away from him. Ransom simply grabs you by the hair, dragging you back to him. He grabs his cock, pushes it against your lips and down your throat.

He groans at the deep, echoing swallow you make around his dick, spit bubbling up at the edges of your mouth.

Your hands are pushing at his thighs, nails digging into his skin and you whimper. He shushes you, thrusting in and out of your mouth.

“That’s it, breathe through your nose.” He coos, brushing your hair back.

He pulls back, leaving the tip between your lips and you cough.

“Shh, breathe.” Is all he says before he thrusts into your throat again. He pats your cheek and hums.

You whine and tears roll down your cheeks. You push your hands at his thighs and he finally pulls back all the way.

“Such a good little throat.” He pats your cheek.

Ransom moves from you and you scramble onto your knees, coughing. You crawl away from him and he sighs, grabbing your ankle and dragging you back to him.

“No. No! Please!” You scream, clawing at the sheets.

He climbs over you, pinning you to the bed, and grabs your cheek.

“Stop, stop it!” He shakes your head back and forth in a near-comical way.

He looks at you, taking in the fear in your eyes, and sighs.

“If you’re good for me, I’ll be good to you.” He says, eyes softening. “I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

You bring your hands to his chest and hiccup, gently pushing him back. He shushes you, petting your hair back, and kneels over your thighs.

You try to move from him, twisting and squirming under him, all to no avail. He splits your thighs apart, pushing one up to your chest, the other to the bed, and spits onto his fingers.

He drags them up against your slit, smirking at the way you’re growing wet. Just like he knew you’d be. You try and fail not to arch into his fingers, closing your legs against his palm.

He grins darkly and gently runs his middle finger through your wetness before gently pushing into you. You cry out, hands shooting down for his forearm. You pant and heave, your body burning a hot red as you try to push his hand out.

Through it all you’ve been whimpering a soft mantra of ‘no’ and ‘please stop’. He curls his finger upwards, stretching you out for him. You whimper and cry, clenching your teeth as he pushes more than you can take.

He adds another finger and you squeal, punching his arm. He lets you; he lets you mark up his arm with crescent moons from your nails, raking lines down his skin. He lets you.

You gasp and curl against him. He pulls his hand back, patting your thigh, and gently nudges you back. You cry out and kick against him and he lets you.

You whimper and hiccup, trying to close your legs as he kneels between them. He spits into his palm, taking himself in hand and giving himself a few jerks.

You hiccup, swiping hastily at the tears in your eyes, and look up at him. Your bottom lip quivers and your face heats up.

“Ransom, please. Please.” You beg.

He pays no mind to your please and pushes your legs further apart, to accommodate his size. He looms over you like a dark cloud and pushes his cock between your folds.

He groans as he grinds against you. You burn a beet red and turn away from him, pushing a hand at his chest. He brings his hands to your sides, fingers digging into the meat of your hips.

He drags the tip of his cock against you, slapping it against your cunt lewdly, before pushing into you.

You scream. It’s cracked and loud, hoarse, and followed by a broken sob as tears stream down your cheeks. He’s far too big for your abused cunt, you truly feel like he’s splitting you apart. Your ears ring and you scream more, on the verge of passing out.

Ransom fully sheathes himself in you, bottoming out, huffing softly. You thrash in his arms, hitting balled fists against his sides and chest. They hold no power to them, weak and brittle.

You overexert yourself, hiccuping and trying to swallow what little breath you’re given, and go back to sobbing. You cry and cry as Ransom simply stays seated in you.

His body is heavy against your stomach. His arms are brute and strong against your waist and his hands are warm against your skin.

He pulls back, looking down, and finds himself spotted with blood. He lifts you a little, to which you cry, and finds specs of blood against his silk, white sheets.

He fixes his hands over your hips and thrusts into you. You go limp under him, falling back into the bed with a hiccup. He thrusts into you with inhuman strength, railing you into the bed.

You stare up at him, vision muddled and spotty from your tears. You hiccup and close your eyes, turning away from him. He grabs your jaw and turns you back, tapping your cheek.

“Look at me. Look at me.” He says. “Look at me when I fuck you.”

You sob and open your eyes, looking up at him. He pants and groans above you, sweat coating his chest. He grunts and licks his thumb, bringing it between your thighs to rub at your clit.

You whimper, shaking under him. You twist away from him and he smirks, rubbing harder. You let out a little squeak before biting your bottom lip and covering your mouth with a palm.

“Oh, you like that?”

You turn away and he grabs your jaw.

“Don’t hide from me.” He growls and you instinctively bring your hands up to cover your head. It enrages him and he punches you in the ribs, the soft squeak you give makes him furious.

He throws a few more punches to your sides as you gasp. He loves seeing the way you try to curl inward after every blow.

He punches you in the stomach this time, hard and you gasp out. Pulling back as he goes to give you another. You’re gasping and panting, in absolute pain and he scoffs.

He pulls out and flips you onto your knees, pushing your back down before sliding back in you. You cough and spit up, arms too weak to hold you.

You gasp and hiccup into his sheets, coughing and wheezing as you try to breathe through your perforated lungs.

He grabs your hips and rams into you, relentless at the pain he’s causing you. He sees the blood pooling around your mouth and lifts your head. He grabs your hair and cranes your neck to him.

Blood covers your bottom lip and he wipes it away. He looks at you and pauses for a split second. You whimper and simply let your eyes close, going limp in his hold.

He drops your head back down, grabs a hold of the back of your neck, and thrusts into you. He grunts and wraps a hand around your throat as he ravages you into the bed.

You sob out, arching against him and he shushes you, kneeling down over your back. He presses himself against you, groaning into your ear.

You whimper at his groans and he smiles, bringing a hand between your legs to rub at your clit. You gasp and try to close your legs, twisting under him.

“Don’t do that.” He says, pushing them apart.

You whine, high and pitchy in your throat and he shushes you. He rubs gentle, teasing circles over your bud and you shiver under him.

You make a soft little noise and he grunts into your ear. You bite your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and he shakes his head, tapping your cheek.

“Don’t hide your noises from me.” He teases, “Let me hear you.”

“You know you love this.” He hisses, voice hot and seething against your ear.

You whimper, digging your head into his sheets, gasping against the silk fabric. He grabs your hips again, fucking you into the bed as you cry out.

He settles back on his knees and rams into you, grabbing your neck again. You hiccup and tense under Ransom, as he grinds down against you. It’s not long before he feels the heat biting at the tail of his spine.

It crawls up his back and he groans, laying flatter against you. He brings his arm around your neck, fitting your head into his elbow. You cough out and try to push his arm away.

“You feel so good around me. Such a tight little cunt.” He smirks at the way you whimper, shifting under him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He grunts into your ear.

You tense under him, trying to push him off you. You kick your legs back and he grabs your jaw.

“Stop!”

“Please, don’t, you can’t—please!” You beg.

You sob, voice cracking as you heave against him. He tightens his arm around your neck, pinning you under him. You flail under him, trying to push him off as your face begins to turn almost purple-red. You gasp and gurgle as he cuts off your airway.

You smack your hand against his arm, nails digging into his skin. He hisses and slaps your face, bringing his arm even further around your neck. You struggle in his arms and he grunts, pushing down on your back.

You cough out, ears ringing and you feel your heart pounding in your chest. You give out one last squeak before you go limp in his arms.

He sighs and lets your head drop from behind his arm. You drop on the side of his bed and he grunts, rising back up to his knees.

He grabs your hips, bringing you over his thighs, and ruts into you. He feels that heat begin to crawl up his spine again. It curls into his arms and neck, he groans; an animalistic, masculine sound—loud and gruff and he pushes all the way into you.

His cock twitches as he fills you with load after load of his cum. He groans, fingers digging into your hips as he finishes off.

Ransom sighs and shifts back a little, pulling out. He looks down to see blood spotted over his sheets in the mix of your fluids.

He looks up at you and grabs your arm, rolling you onto your back. His eyes instantly are glued to the finger-shaped marks lying on your cheek.

They’re even more prominent with the black, smudged mascara lining them. Your makeup is smeared over your face with your tears creating white lines through it. Your cheeks are red and your eyes are puffed. There’s a small string of blood coating your upper lip, trailing down from your nose.

His eyes trail down the rest of your body, which is littered with more red spots. Your chest rises and falls unevenly, a deep groan coming out of your lips with each exhale.

He looks down at your ribs, the yellowing spots on your skin and he clenches his teeth as he cringes. The thing that truly catches his eye is the softball-sized bruise in the center of your stomach.

The one he’d given you earlier. The noise it’d pulled from you replays in his head. A broken, half-sobbed squeak.

He groans with disgust and grabs a blanket, throwing it over your body.

He stands from the bed, rubs at his eyes, and walks over to the ensuite. He starts up a shower, washes his body down, and gets out. He dries himself off and walks back into the room. He grabs a pair of briefs and steps into them.

He grabs a pair of sweats and looks over at you. He stares at you, the way your chest expands with a broken noise.

He cringes again, goes to the guest room across the hall, and sighs. He rolls onto the bed, flipping back to stare at the door.

The house is dark, the slight hum of the night echoes through his ears and he sighs. He burrows his head in his pillow and wills himself to sleep.

A/N: alright, wow, rewriting this took forever, like well over a few months. i tried so hard to perfect this chapter, and ended up with like 20 drafts of it lol, anyway to the ones who enjoyed, please reblog! (they're greatly appreciated in this household)

ANYWAY, thanks for all the support on AO3, love you all mwah x <3