#i described it as disgusting but they are just holding hands h

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

The Reader gets jealous/upset because Sukuna gets Concubines, with a happy ending though. pleaseeeee

Wish I didn’t care

Tags: true form!Sukuna x fem!Reader, king!Sukuna, royal au (?), angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending i promise

An: Ooo, this was such a good idea. Thank you for requesting it from me!! I hope it’s everything you wanted!!

Sukuna never felt the need to give you a title for being in his life. To him, titles were superficial… There wasn’t a title in the world that could explain or encompass the complexities of his relationship with you.

However, you, coming from the mortal realm, wanted a title. It’s not that you wanted the power that was associated with being the betrothed of the King of Curses. You just wanted to feel.. irreplaceable to him.

So, to make you happy, you were his wife.

Kings rarely ever are allowed the luxury of marrying for love. Most kings marry daughters of other powerful kings to create allies between nations. However, Sukuna didn’t need allies. He didn’t need to marry for power when he had more power than he knew what to even do with.

Everything was simply child’s play for him. He even stopped trying to conquer the mortal realm because it was just too damn easy for him. The “sorcerers” could barely even put up a fight. It was embarrassing.

Life was truly becoming boring for him.

That was, until a female curse was delivered straight to his chamber. He was confused and honestly pissed that Uraume would simply guide this harlot into his chambers without his permission. Only you were granted such luxuries.

He was leisurely splayed in his bed with no cloth to cover himself. He truly appreciated the concept of being completely in his own skin at all times, and he often encouraged you to do the same. Though, he also learned to appreciate your more modest approach. You didn’t have to show any skin to get Sukuna riled up.

“State your purpose.” His voice was low and menacing as he spoke to the woman. He slipped his robes on over his shoulders, tying it in the front so he was no longer exposing himself.

“My father sends his regards. Says that a newly wedded king deserves a ‘fresh’ concubine.” The girl spoke with no humility towards him.

Sukuna’s face twisted in disgust that her dad would even suggest such a thing. He was even more put off that she described herself as ‘fresh’ as if she were a type of vegetable in the garden.

“Your father can kindly go fuck himself. I’m not interested.” He responds coldly, and his large palm grabs onto her shoulder with the intention of throwing her out of his chambers. He knew that if you saw her here, you’d probably be devastated.

“My lord-“

“I am not your anything. You address me as Lord or King, but make no mistake. I am not your lord.” He rudely cuts her off, not letting her think she has any sort of claim to him.

“Okay, Lord Sukuna, when’s the last time she’s fulfilled her wifely duties? I can see she’s not in here tending to you now, right? She’d probably feel grateful that you’re being satisfied around the clock.” The concubine’s voice was like a purr, and she looked up at him with eyes that’d rival a siren’s.

And for a split second, Sukuna almost considers her offer.

“You’ll never believe it, Kuna!” Your happy voice fills the air, and the door swings open to reveal you holding a small flower in your hand. “I got a jasmine to bl-“ Your eyes fall upon to scene in front of you.

Sukuna’s towering over an unfamiliar woman. His hand is touching her neck and shoulder area, while she has her hand leisurely pressed against his bicep.

“Who’s.. this?” You quietly ask, and immediately, Sukuna can feel a strange feeling pour into him. It feels like… guilt? He regrets even momentarily entertaining the idea about this harlot occupying his bed.

“Nobody-“

“Oh my lady, it’s nice to meet you. I apologize. Lord Sukuna and I were just getting aquatinted with each other since we’ll be seeing each other a lot from now on.” The serpent of a female cuts him off, and he immediately realizes just what this is. Whichever king decided to send her is hoping to ruin his marriage. She’s quite literally a snake in his garden, trying to ward his wife away from him.

“I don’t… understand.” The way your voice sounds so small. The small pout upon your lips. The way the flower you were once carrying with such confidence is now sagging in your hand. Fuck. Sukuna felt like a complete imbecile.

“Oh, come on now. You know he has needs that are beyond your abilities. I’ll lay with him when you’re too-“

“Enough.” Sukuna’s voice snaps. His teeth grit together as he practically drags the woman out of his chambers. “Go fuck off for a while. I’ll deal with you later.” The door immediately slams in her face.

After a moment of trying to comprehend what just happened and how it all happened so quickly, Sukuna slowly turns to you. It feels like a gut punch once he sees the tears brimming in your eyes.

“That wasn’t…”

“You took up a concubine?” You ask in a sniffle. Your hands are barely even holding the jasmine that’s you were once so excited to show him. Flowers rarely ever bloom in Sukuna’s desolate kingdom, but with hard work and determination, you had gotten a jasmine to bloom in his kingdom.

“No, she was sent to me. I didn’t seek her out.” He tries to dispel the claims while he slowly approaches you. His chest aches as he watches you take a step back away from him. “Do not cower from me, woman.”

“Was I not good enough? Was I not doing enough for you..? I thought… I thought it was good, b-but I can try harder.” Your voice is so shaky, and you won’t even look him in the eye. What has he done?

“Silence. You will not speak of yourself like that to me.” Sukuna orders, and he takes another step forward. You take another step back with another sniffle. Your tears are streaming down your cheeks.

“Please…” The word sounds foreign on his tongue. He’s never ever pleaded for anything in his life. He could simply take what he wants, but he doesn’t want to hurt his delicate flower. He wants her to seek out comfort in him. “Please don’t cower. It was not like that. She showed up at my door, spoke of lies and filth, and I was trying to throw her out when you walked in.”

“So you didn’t even con..consider taking her on as a concubine?” You ask while you rub the tears away with the back of your hands. Hopefully, this was all just a poorly timed miscommunication.

Sukuna takes a moment before responding. He has two options. He could tell you a white lie that would instantly comfort you, but it would be a lie. Or he could tell you the truth and face the consequences of his actions.

“It was one moment of weakness.” He replies carefully.

He instantly wishes he just lied from the way your face immediately twisted in disappointment and pure hurt. The jasmine falls from your hands, and your footsteps trail away from his chambers, leaving him dumbfounded.

Sukuna is immediately on your trail, unable to let you be. He needs to fix this. His dear wife is upset, and it’s all his fault.

A pair of hands slither up his arm as he walks. He already knows who’s touching him based off the nasty feeling from their contact. “My lord, let her be. She needs to-“

“Dismantle.” The concubine’s body drops to the floor in two, split directly at her waist. He had warned her already about referring to him as her lord. She didn’t deserve to speak of you so carelessly, and she didn’t deserve to live after causing this rift in his marriage.

Sukuna continues on his hunt for you without another hitch, leaving the harlot’s body right where she once stood for one of the servants to clean up.

He searches for you in all your usual spots: the gardens, the kitchen, the library, the rooftop. You’re no where to be found. You don’t want to be found. He starts to wonder around his perimeter. The longer he goes without finding you; the more his heart starts to race.

Did you leave him? Did he lose you for good?

The thought of not having his delicate flower by his side makes his body feel ill. You must’ve placed some sort of binding curse on him, but he didn’t necessarily mind.

He’s close to waging war when he finally sees your small human body tucked underneath a weeping willow on a bed of grass. His body moves on it’s own: running to you. When’s the last time he’s ran like this?

Crouching over you, he can see no visible injuries on your body, but he knows he’s wounded your heart with his foolish actions. How could he ever have a wandering eye when you were the real prize?

His four arms carefully scoop you up and cradle your body as he takes a seat underneath the willow. Your poor cheeks are flushed and tear stained. Your eyes and lips are so puffy. You must’ve tired yourself out from crying.

“I’m sorry, flower.” He whispers softly, even if your eyes are still resting. He pulls your body closer to his chest, and he contemplates when he started becoming so soft for you.

A part of him hates it. That small unconscious voice of his telling him that he shouldn’t concern himself with the feelings of a mere mortal, but the bigger part of him knows that he can’t just ignore you. He cares far too much for you.

“Kuna..?” You murmur as your hands rub your eyes. You’re immediately met with remembering just why you had fallen asleep. “I do not wish to see you right now.”

Sukuna chuckles quietly from your defiant little comment. It reminds him of when you first arrived to his estate. “Then close your eyes.” He simply states as one of his hands start to comb through your hair. “Woman, tell me what to do to fix this.”

You shift your gaze away from him with a small huff. If he wasn’t so much bigger than you, you’d try to wiggle away from him. However, you know it is of no use. “I don’t know, Kuna.” Your words are sharp and still so full of emotion. “Imagine how you’d feel if I told you I contemplated sleeping with someone else… in a moment of weakness.”

The sheer thought of it has Sukuna’s anger burning up like an inferno. You’re his delicate flower. No one would even know how to take care of you like he can. His arms subtly tighten around your frame. “I’d kill every man you gaze at.”

“Well, men can rest easy because I only have eyes for you.” You mutter while rolling your eyes. “I love you so much that the thought of being with someone else repulses me, and it… just really hurts that you don’t feel the same.”

“Flower, I took you for granted. It was a brief moment of contemplation, but I instantly decided against it. I did not desire her in the slightest.” Sukuna tries to explain, and his hand gently brushes against your soft cheek.

“You still don’t deny that you don’t feel the same for me.” You respond quietly, still not giving him the satisfaction of you looking at him.

“You are everything to me. I will not lose sight of what’s important again.”

“Kuna.” You finally look up at him, and you frown slightly. Sukuna secretly adores the little nicknames you have adorned him with, but he’d never admit it.

“What is it, woman?” He asks, titling his head to the side a bit to get a better look at your face. You’re so pretty in his lap like this.

“Do you love me?” You quietly ask, even if you can already hear his voice telling you ‘do not ask questions you don’t want answers to’… because even if he’s the incarnate of evil, Sukuna will not lie. Liars are weak cowards who can’t get jobs done by being upfront. Sukuna isn’t afraid of what the truth is.

Your husband contemplates your question for a moment. He thinks about how disgusting that wannabe concubine was. He thinks about how you preoccupy his mind majority of the time. He thinks about the weird mix of feelings he has felt today in your absence.

“What I feel for you… is probably the closest to love that I’ll ever get.” Sukuna responds, carefully choosing his words. “You, my flower, are the only thing that keeps me grounded to the mortal plains.”

You give him the best smile you can muster despite the disappointment that you feel since he won’t tell you that he loves you. You suppose you have no one to blame other than yourself. Sukuna told you when he married you not to get your hopes up for love, but you still can’t help but crave that sort of affection from him.

“I don’t like seeing you upset, flower.” He speaks tenderly as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. “If I could, I’d snap my fingers and assure you that I love you whole heartedly. It just not in my genetic code.”

“I know… I’m grateful for your effort at least.” You murmur as you wrap your arms around his neck.

His arms wrap around you, cradling you to his chest. He inhales deeply, savoring your sweet scent that he enjoys so much. “Am I forgiven, woman?”

“Mmm, no.” You smile cheekily in his embrace, and Sukuna chuckles heartily.

“Oh? Is someone going to use this blunder to her advantage?” When you nod in his shoulder, Sukuna lays back against the soft pillowy grass. “That’s my girl. Go on. Make me work for your forgiveness.”

On a completely unrelated note, Sukuna had that harlot’s body mailed back to her father as a ‘thank you’ for sending a whore to his kingdom.

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silly drabble...with Seijoh 🍀

"What's that one thing you might get but you're too scared of the consequences?"

His (h/c) hair swayed as he tilted his head, (m/n) humming in thought as he rubbed his chin. Oikawa and Matsukawa who sat in front of him across the table were waiting for his answer Matsukawa had randomly brought up.

"A spine tattoo maybe? I'm not scared of the consequences but more to wary..."

Oikawa made a confused noise. "A spine tattoo? But no one's going to see it." Matsukawa laughed, patting his captain's back. "That's not the point, 'Kawa."

"I'm going to hold your hand as I say this..." (m/n) was indeed holding the other setter's hand, Oikawa becoming even more confused.

"I want the guy giving me backshots to see my arched back with intricates to the point he's gonna wanna fuck me more."

Oikawa froze, his mouth gaping as Matsukawa was going hysterical at (m/n)'s smiling face. "I don't even care who's it going to be, as long as its a dick up my ass connected to a hot face with a fat chest, I'll spread my legs any day."

Maybe he was sexually frustrated, but to Oikawa that did not excuse the vulgarity (m/n) had spouted while touching his hand. "Y-You PSYCHO???"

"Is it illegal to want sum dick?"

"IT'S DISGUSTING TO DESCRIBE IT TO MY FACE! WHORE!"

Matsukawa was falling off his chair with how loud he was laughing. "Just admit you can never be as bold, Oikawa!"

"Why do I need to be?? Stop COMPARING ME TO HIM-" The setter climbed over the table to choke the (h/c) out. Iwaizumi and Hanamaki joining the trio as they entered the mess hall. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You should've listened to what he said to me!" Oikawa cried out with (m/n) gagging due to the setter's hands around his throat.

"What did he say?"

-

"I guess a spine tattoo would look nice on you."

There were wet slaps ringing around the room, Iwaizumi's large hand trailing over (s/c) back, his fingertips pressing into the dents of the muscle, dipping in and reaching the shape of his spine. "It would look nice from this angle." Iwaizumi pried his ass apart that was full taking his cock, stretching his reddened rim.

Hanamaki slapped his hand away. "Stop teasing the poor man. He keeps choking and gagging on me." His other hand lazily ran through (h/c) tresses, his fingers tugging on the roots as (m/n) was busy sucking his cock, his cheeks full.

In the dark room, there was only a single spotlight shining down on the (h/c) presenting his beautiful body being used by the two Seijohs. Oikawa started to whine about how they're taking too long.

"It would be great if you would hurry up, Iwa." Oikawa mumbled, reaching down to pinch (m/n)'s nipples who was on his knees, his ass pressed up against Iwaizumi's crotch.

Said brunette pressed (m/n)'s lower back down, making his ass hike up, his body arching while his mouth was getting violated by Hanamaki's thrusts who was getting too impatient at the (h/c)'s lazy sucking.

"Mmff- uwanhh..." (m/n)'s mouth was coated with semen, Hanamaki cumming inside with strands of cum stringing from his tip to the (h/c)'s lips. The (h/c) wiped his mouth, grinning up at Hanamaki. "It's like I'm using it as lip balm." He coughed out.

Hanamaki smirked. "Careful. You're going to make me hard again." (m/n)'s hair was pulled again, by Matsukawa this time who had been frowning, wanting a turn with him.

"Angh anhh annh hngg!" (m/n) moaned loudly, his face sweaty as his ass was pounded by Seijoh's ace from behind. He felt a tingle on his back when he noticed Oikawa had came up with a Sharpie cap in between his teeth.

"A snake design...cuz' you're a snake. Or maybe some vines because we're Blue Leaf." Oikawa mumbled, scribbling doodles on (m/n)'s moving back who was getting his ass fucked by Iwaizumi. "To be honest, a tramp stamp would fit you best." "Ahn ah ah!"

Glistened (e/c) looked up to Matsukawa, whose eyes were darker than usual and he had a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "What was it that you said...as long as its connected to a hot face with fat tits, you'll spread your legs? Was that it?"

(m/n) only whined, his rim twitching as Iwaizumi's pace fastened and finally slammed one last time, a wet feeling overtook him. He definitely came inside. Oikawa was still doodling on his back. They were all naked but he felt the most exposed with the spotlight still on him.

"Well technically, Oikawa's going to fuck you next but I hope my chest is big enough for you to cum on." Iwaizumi's hands left his body but it was quickly replaced with Oikawa's, the Sharpie pen gone but he could feel the black liquid mixing with his sweat as the brunette pulled him to lay on his side.

"(m/n)-chan...you always run your foul mouth but you turn quiet every time I run my hands down your chest." There was a dark glimmer in Oikawa's brown eyes, his large rough hands cupping the (h/c)'s pec who whined when his skin was pinched.

"I can't tell if you're actually cute or you're just another whore." "Shut your trap, 'Kawa and get to it." Matsukawa teased him, prying (m/n)'s mouth open with his fingers and slipping in his wet tip, sliding it onto his mouth with precum trailing in behind.

Oikawa didn't say anything, only stared down at (m/n) with the intent to swallow as he slammed his hips, crashing his cock into the (h/c)'s hole who clenced around the penis in shock.

(m/n) was on his side, his neck craning to suck Matsukawa and his hips bruising from Oikawa's tight grip on his curves, pounding his cock into his ass. A shiver ran down his sides as Hanamaki retrieved the dropped marker and continued scribbling on his back as the owner of the body was being tag-teamed by his so-called friends.

"Are you just drawing a bunch of dicks?" Iwaizumi questioned the other third year, sipping from a water bottle as he analysed the ruined skin of the (h/c) who was mewling and squirting all over the futon.

"Yup." Hanamaki licked his lips as he felt his erection rising again at (m/n)'s heated face, lips stretched, eyes glossy and rolled back, drool and cum dripping down his chin. " 'Cuz that's what he's doing right now. Sucking all of his friends' dicks."

Oikawa smacked his hips into (m/n) one last time, stilling himself while his hands gripped onto the asscheeks, sighing as he busted a load inside the (h/c). Pulling out, his cum dripped out, mixing with Iwa's as it drooped down onto the futon below. Matsukawa was still having fun, grabbing his cock to drag it across (m/n)'s tongue, making him lick and suck while the (h/c) could only slobber.

Iwaizumi got tired of waiting as he pulled the (h/c)'s hair and slammed his head down onto Matsukawa's crotch, the ravenette yelping and cumming in shock, choking (m/n) with his semen. "We don't have all day." He reprimanded the middle blocker, shoving (m/n) to the side.

The (h/c) took in deep breaths, heaving and coughing all over as his hips staggered, shivering as he calmed himself on the damp futon. "You okay there?" Hanamaki asked, peering over him.

(m/n) nodded mindlessly, still in a daze as he felt cum still leaking out from his asshole and onto the floor.

"Maybe I should get that tattoo."

[END SCENE]

One of the many September fics soon to come! Wrote this a while ago, suddenly came across it haha

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ taking care of you when you're sick

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

warnings: none!

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The moment you fall sick, DAZAI gets all the more annoying, obnoxious to the core as he whines about how unfair it is that you're sick and he's not — translating to “that you don't have to go to work and he does”. He might just use your sickness as an excuse to stay at home himself; after all, when you're in this critical of a condition, he has to be by your side at all times, right? Just in case of an emergency. Surely Kunikida and the President agree.

Taking care of others or even of himself isn't what he's particularly good at, though he will pretend to be absolutely certain about cuddling being a certain cure for any illness. If you threaten to give him the cold shoulder otherwise, he'll also go to the pharmacy and buy you medication, though he will either complain about it, or he'll play it up to be his God-given mission to save his stunning girlfriend's life.

“Hm? What do you mean, bella? Of course I've got the President's 'okay' for staying at home. Taking care of you is most important, after all, don't you agree? .. Don't be mean, I am taking care of you. I made you tea just now, didn't I?"

CHŪYA really doesn't like it whenever you're sick. While he's faced a handful of way more threatening situations before, he can't help but worry when you whine about your head hurting and your throat aching, about your stomach acting up or your vision blurring. It's not his fault that you're on his mind all day — he just wants you to be well. Is that too much to ask for?

Naturally, that translates to him being awfully good when it comes to him nursing you back to health. He wouldn't describe himself as a natural caretaker, but he is, in a way; he's protective and caring by nature, and he makes sure you're relatively well before he leaves for work every day. You don't just get the best medication on the market, but also energising meals made by him with the help of authentic recipes from elderly women he found online. To not fully lose his image, he half-heartedly complains occasionally, though his words are immediately redeemed by his beaming smile when he notices you're faring better.

“Jeez, that's one annoying cold you've got. It's been, what, like two weeks now and it's still not gone. Whatever. I've found this new soup recipe, though. It looks promising enough, doesn't it? I'll try to make it for dinner.”

RANPO admittedly is rather bad at taking care of you. To be blunt, he much prefers it when you coddle and spoil him, not the other way around, though he tries in his own ways — which mostly include sharing his snacks with you and being near you despite the risk of getting infected himself.

Unfortunately, you're not spared from his usual honesty; when you look downright awful, dark circles underneath your eyes, he will tell you just that. If you flake out on any dates the two of you had planned previously, he will whine, but at least he won't hold a grudge. While he's not particularly committed to being a caretaker, he at least stays by your side and brings you medicine and painkillers.

“You should eat more, y'know. Yes, I know you're nauseous. You've said so about twenty times already. You won't feel any better until you eat and drink enough, though. That's common sense.”

Naturally, FYODOR is more than simply good at taking care of you whenever you fall ill. With his age, it's no wonder that he has quite some experience and knows of many ways to heal you, though some of them might include disgusting homebrewed potions. You're best of just not asking what they're made of if you want to have any chance in downing them.

Unfortunately, his approach to helping you regain your health is more clinical than loving. He takes wonderful care of you, but he's not the type to cuddle with you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you're sneezing and coughing. If you ask sweetly enough, however, he might just read you a bedtime story or two.

“What is it, dear? I was just going to get you a new glass of water. .. Ah, I see. Do you really want me to stay that badly? Alright, then. Though me remaining by your side won't give you an excuse to skip taking your medication.”

It's no surprise whatsoever that NIKOLAI is not the most caring guy, simply put, and he might just tease you about being sick throughout the whole ordeal. He can't help it; you glaring at him, exhausted and sneezing, makes him giggle. Still, he's not all bad — he revels all the more in your surprised expression when he presents you with homemade soup, a family recipe, or so he tells you, and he smiles, content, when you admit that it tastes rather lovely.

With his ability, it's easy for him to get whatever you might need, whether that's food or a cup of tea or a bucket to throw up in, from the kitchen without moving from your bedside, so be prepared to spend quite a lot of time with him in the next few days — or weeks. Though, luckily, he's there to entertain you, not the other way around; when you say you want to curl up and just sleep the sickness off, he'll just keep watch next to you, silent and calm. After all, he does want you to feel better.

“Hmm, what did you say? You like my cooking? I'm honoured, doll! You're too kind! How about a quiz about what I put in there — poison, carrots, red beet, or all three? Ah, not feeling up for it, are you? What a shame. It's all three, if you're curious. I'm just kidding, of course. Don't you worry your pretty little head.”

SIGMA is the best choice for who to go to when ill. Not only is he kind and caring, he's also responsible and organised and, if you follow every step he tells you — eat his home-cooked soup, drink this medicine, sleep for as much as possible, take hot or cold compresses, inhale water with herbal essences —, you'll be at full health again in no time.

Even though he unfortunately can't stay at home all day to be by your side — duties at the casino call, even though he'd much rather not go —, he tries to spend as much time as possible with you, telling you about what has happened that day and how much he looked forward to being home with you again while your eyes flutter closed. When you've almost fallen asleep, his lips gently press against your forehead, even if that means he risks getting sick himself.

“Are you feeling better yet? No? Well, that's to be expected. It's only been a day, after all. I've brought you some more medicine, as well as some soup. Here, give it a taste, will you?”

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Content under the cut is strictly 18+

MDNI

English is not my first language, I have very limited experience in writing fanfiction.

Antonio (Violinist) x GN!Reader

CWs: NSFW, readers anatomy is referred to as chest + h*le/entrance/s*x, reader may or may not wear makeup, reader wears tight clothes, reader drinks alcohol and gets intoxicated, reader perceives situation as dangerous, now that I think about it it can possibly be viewed as dubcon although not intended

Word count: 1903

You do this because you love yourself.

Of course that's the case. You doll yourself up before you go to the bar, a good long hour of preparation always includes a fragrant shower that leaves your body soft and well-moisturized, makes you feel like a divine being, a manifestation of raw beauty itself. After your skincare routine you settle in a plush chair in front of the mirror to do your makeup. It might not be much, just a small touch-up to accentuate your natural beauty or hide an aggravated pimple, it might be a lot if you're feeling fancy, a dramatic look feels like a fun bit of masquerading. You might skip this step altogether. You deserve it.

You do this because you hate yourself.

Every time you go there it starts the same and ends the same, too. You buy your own drink first to get in the mood, something you know will knock you out the fastest. It's been a while since you've last chosen your alcohol by taste instead of percentage. The glint of intoxication gives your eyes a catty appearance that few can resist, gives your spine a curve you rarely see in the mirror - an inviting shape, the small of your back begging to be caressed by a knowing palm. You can't afford it sober, with all your responsibilities your body's mental image contorts into a creature most resembling Atlas holding the world on his shoulders. No room for a hug at all.

Soon your figure finds itself in a sardine can of wet breaths, skin rubbing against skin through the skimpy outfits people usually wear to such places. The pheromones work you better than any substance you could ever try. You've been bought enough drinks by now to fit right in with the dancing crowd, your whole being traveling through it like plankton through the thick of the sea, hardly paying any attention to the way the jerky moves of someone against your flesh get replaced by a thoughtful sway of hips, a gentle touch that stops your slow drifting, slender hands gluing the bottom of your stomach to a muscled set of abs. You feel a pulsing vein where his bare skin dips under the rough fabric of his pants, the speeding heartbeat and a dishonest smile pulling tightly on his cheeks sober you up just enough for disgust to settle. You deserve it.

"What is a bella like you doing in a ditch like this?"

The smell of his sweat, tinged with woody cologne that's nearly overshadowed by the stench of smoke and a rich dry rye aroma - you write it off as him having drank a particularly strong unfiltered beer - all get into your head, and he gladly takes your laughter for an answer. With him having already taken your body in his arms you have to ask yourself what else he is planning to take from you. You deserve it, in any case.

The next however-long-he-wants you spend tightly pressed against his chest, barely able to keep up a simple dialogue, let alone count the time between him laying eyes on you and him taking you home. Your arms find his long hair, and something cracks in your fingers as you pass the locks between them, smooth strands turning into what feels like dry grass, and you furrow your eyebrow when you feel a spikelet somehow stuck in there as well. You don't pay much attention, though, as he quickly draws your thoughts elsewhere, asking if you like the music here. You press your cheek against the well-worn decorated leather collar of his coat and admit that you hate it, describing roughly what you actually enjoy. He picks a two-word description for the genre quicker than you're able to recall the name for it, and you're sure that he's just made it up. You laugh, because it's still spot-on.

"I'm a musician, you know. Maybe I could write you something you'd actually like?"

Do you really deserve it?

You still allow him to take you back to his place so he could play you something. The cold night air turns into chills slithering down your spine as you watch him pull his rusty motorcycle off the road to a non-distinct farmland, and his honeyed whisper in your ear promising that he "knows a spot" sounds less like a good prospect and more like finding yourself in 10 separate bags by the dawn. For now, you get comfortable as your back meets a cushy haystack and your vis-a-vis shuffles closer to you, trying to squeeze against and under your body so you're practically in his lap. Did he always have a violin with him?

You watch his adam's apple move in sync with his hearty laughter as he throws his head back, his warm fingers sliding up your thighs, a tender gesture coming to a sharp end as his claws dig into the flesh around the ridges of your ilium. You suppose it's the blinding white pain that illuminates your dark corner of the hayloft when the bow touches the strings, but as you open your eyes after wincing your vision is captured by the way his fiery fingers operate the violin, the whole left side of his face drowning in golden light. In your enchanted state you almost wish to be it - right until the moment his other set of arms digs deeper under the warm safety of your clothes.

Your ears work slower than your eyes, and the sound of him calling you a galore of Italian diminutives gets drowned in the melody he plays, your thoughts follow the notes as the man dives to pin you against the fragrant haystack. "Tesoro" as he presses his foxy smile against your neck, sharp teeth sliding along your vein in a silent threat until he decides to grace your nerve endings with an open-mouthed kiss that starts under your ear and wraps around your jawline towards your throat, where he bites. "Cara mia" as the bow rips the song off the strained strings, and the sound drips down your legs that now hug the musician's waist, licking your shaking body, laying thick in the bottom of your belly and the back of your clouded mind. “Amore” as the fabric of your skin-tight top is peeled off your body, the violinist catching the galloping goosebumps in his warm hands, his hot breath snaking its way down your sternum giving you enough heat to not even shiver against the cold night air. "Dolcezza" as he uses both of his real hands to rip apart your underwear.

Deep in the sensory overload you barely register the “ding” of his belt buckles sliding against each other as his nimble fingers work his jeans open. You are, despite everything, painfully aware of his cock easily reaching all the way up to your navel when he lays himself against your body, clearly showing off. His hips buck expectantly, waiting for your eyes to dart upwards to meet his gaze, see how he licks his lips that stretch in an impossibly wide smile, accentuated by his facial hair. He wants you to maintain eye contact as he positions his tip to slide effortlessly against your hole, lingering there to rub between your legs just to make you shiver, to let you feel the twitch of him against the most delicate parts of you. As a cold breeze licks your stomach, you can feel the trail of pre he left while withdrawing from you, and a pulsing vein wrapped around his shaft, his speeding heartbeat rubbing against your heat further confirms that he's been dreaming of this moment for quite some time. You gasp as he finally pushes in.

He makes sure to go slow enough for you to feel every detail of his shape, down to the texture of his skin as he presses his cock deeper into you. The ridge where his glans ends teases your opening just right, the spread open muscle at the entrance tightening while your body obediently wraps itself around his shaft. He gets impatient quickly, indulging your hole with a slow thrust that pulls him in over the halfway mark before he withdraws just to dive in the next moment, hips bucking faster than he can get a reign of himself. His rhythm is flawless, though, toned hips working perfectly to stuff you with a dick that massages your every spot, pulsing veins meeting nerve endings in engorged walls. His mouth is glued to your chest, teeth digging into soft flesh just to sharpen your senses without quite leaving a mark, wet kisses cut off by desperate gasps and Italian curses as his cock twitches inside of you, thick shaft buried to the hilt in smooth muscle. He counts your ribs with a light touch of slender fingers that would dig into the plush flesh of your thighs the very next moment if you didn't feel one of them slither downward along the curves of your torso, dipping past your navel and traveling further south until he can massage your sex, the pad of his thumb rubbing against the most perfect spot in the most perfect rhythm. You see stars when his hand falls in sync with his thrusts, you turn to mush when the frequency deliberately fluctuates to create a symphony on the strings of your nerve endings. A drop of sweat peels off his chest to fall onto yours, and you can swear it evaporated on contact. There's a tight knot where your bodies connect.

“Sing for me, bella.”

You feel too many hands snaking around your body, your blood freezes when smooth bone wraps around your wrists, a moment of hesitation more than enough to pin you down. You're in no place to fight, though, as the musician quickly maneuvers your lower half, palms hooked under your knees until they're pressed into soft hay just next to your shoulders. He thrusts triumphantly, hissing when he sinks impossibly deeper, just half a centimeter enough to knock a pathetic whimper out of your lungs. He bites his lip while he bullies your hole, a heated whisper of inaudible Italian words crawling inside of your mind as the violinist presses his lips against your ear is enough to nearly push you over the peak, a deliberate thrust that drags a thick vein against your soft spot finishing the job. Your body sucks him in as it raptures, a slew of noises from your swollen lips is music to his ears as his cock twitches hard before spilling, pressing thick cum against the muscle he was fucking into just now. There's enough seed for a drop of it to escape your body while his hips are still practically glued to your ass, more so as he withdraws just enough for you to relax, sore joints creaking almost audibly. He doesn't pull out, though, even as he settles against your chest, long brown hair falling onto your torso to cover the glisten of sweat on your skin. Even in the dark of night you can see his eyes, half-lidded and full of admiration as he nuzzles against you, love seeping from every pore of his body.

“Don't know what you were doing there at the bar, bella, but you deserve so much better. Stay away from hell-holes like that, promise? Do it because I love you.”

[eimids]

C, D, J, Y, X, Z for bottom Leah?

Bottom Leah Williamson NSFW Alphabet

All letters

Hehee me and @rachdalysworld decided to do this together (i'm a bottom at heart so it's hard for me to imagine topping someone haha)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is important to Leah. She want's to feel loved and the best way for that is to draw her a bath and wash her body. She loves when you take care of her and be gentle with her afterwards. And she needs A LOT of kisses, anywhere you can just give them.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She loves your boobs and curves. She loves to suck on your nipples and just hold on to them. She just uses them as her personal stress balls sometimes hehe.

On her own body, she loves her arms and the muscles in them. She loves to work out to get her arms bigger.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When Leah comes on your tongue, she loves it when you lick her all clean when she is sensitive and after that you will kiss her to make her taste herself. She would be a moaning mess for you when you like her sensitive pussy all clean.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wanting to be fucked in public is a dream of Leah's. She would love for you to sneakly finger her at a restaurant or use a controllable vibrator on her at a party.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Leah usually tops, that's just a fact. So as a top she has a lot of experience but as a bottom she has nothing. It was all new to her to be your pillow princess and just take everything you have for her.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Subby Leah would love to be fuck on all fours. Face in the pillows and back arched as you fuck her from behind. But tbh she loves anything you give her.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Leah is more serious in bed. Things as a bottom are new to her so she wants to be more serious to make sure everything goes well.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

She likes to keep it neat and shaved. She shaves often and feels more like herself with none of hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

She likes to feel loved and loves when you use cute nicknames on her. So I would describe her as more intimate during the moment.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She can only cum if she has your permission. She loves to call you and show herself while she pleases herself. She want's you to talk her trough it because she is just way too needy for you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Mommy kink. She calls you mommy all the time. She first said it by accident but after a discussion with you, she started to use it more and more. She just wants to be your baby and suck your tits. (me with @rachdalysworld)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Leah loves when before or after a game you drag her to a random room to fuck her. She loves the way you put your hand on her mouth to keep her quiet so no one finds out about the two of you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you are only wearing like her jersey, she will go feral. OR like some pants where she can see that you are wearing a strap. She will go insane and just cling to you till you decide to fuck her completely senseless.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Leah is okay with bondage but just not with handcuffs. She just worries that they will hurt and leave marks so that's something that she doesn't wanna do. Other would be humiliation. She doesn't like if you humiliate in front of others or even in the bedroom where it's just the two of you. She likes degrading but not humiliation .

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Well she is a bottom so I think that the end of the day, she will much rather receiving nut she know that she has to get you off first before she can have your mouth on her pussy.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough, she want's it hard and fast. To be honest, she gets nervous often if you fuck her slowly. She just need a good, rough fuck.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Often, often and very often. She loves to have you between her legs even if it's just something quick.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes ma'am, Miss Leah is a risk taker and loves if you fuck her in any public place. She loves the exitement that anyone could see or hear you guys.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She can go for long times but only can take like 3 orgasms. If she is receiving, she can't go for very long but if she is giving, she can go for all night.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

A. LOT. OF. THEM.

She loves straps. She love when you wear them, loves when you use them on her and loves it all. She might look very masc, but in the bedroom she just loves being fucked by a good cock.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hates being teased. She hate's that if you are a party and you're wearing a strap. You will grind on her ass with it but won't leave before the party ends. She will be all hot and bothered.

She likes to tease you. Often times she will be eating you out and licking everywhere except where you need her the most. After a threat of a punishment she will stop teasing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud. Wants everyone to hear that she is yours and you definitely are not complaining about that. Often times she is loud and you have to quiet her by kissing her or straight up putting your hand on her mouth.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

When you take Leah's clothes off, you will most likely find out that she is already wet. You will also find her perfect muscles that she often loves to show off. They are her pride and god you love them too.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

She is basicly always in the mood. Maybe not before matches cause she is nervous and wouldn't be able to concentrate.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She needs her aftercare and won't fall asleep before or during it, but after that she is a goner. (haha like gooner)

I had so much fun while writing this with my girl <3

[microwaveable-squish-cheese13]

🌀 promises ..

!!

this is js sm else i had in my notes too, figured id post this one since the other one didn't completely fail 😼

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley + fem!civilian!reader

WARNINGS: mentions of killing and stuff

...

you weren't pretty.

no, no...

not in his eyes. god no.

you weren't pretty.

beautiful, sure. that's a word for it. but not what he would describe you as.

you were like the summer sun on his skin, like the ripples in the water he would see at the pool he went to as a kid. you were like freezing cold water on a hot summer night.

you were like the breeze in the trees. the songs the birds would sing, only for the crickets and frogs to take over once Mother Moon rose to bathe him in her light.

you were like the reflection of the stars in his mother's eyes. the smell of strawberries in his family's kitchen.

you were his best memory.

you know how people say that you correlate certain people to certain things?

yeah.

you were everything to simon.

he saw you in everything the earth had to offer.

the way the sun set and the way it rose- it reminded him of you. of the way it would look on your skin, painting it a golden color for him to cherish.

the way the crickets chirped late at night reminded him of that one time you said that sound comforted you- helped you sleep. he smiled after that. that was the very first time you saw him smile so genuinely.

vanilla? you. simon could almost hear you tell him that vanilla was your favorite scent at some mom and pop store (you've already told him eight thousand times before). every time he would just laugh and say "noted."

these are the little things. the little itty bitty things that keep him alive.

and at night when the guns roared and his life was on a wire, he would think of these things. when his own blood smeared over his skin, tainting his body and his mind with things you'd probably leave him for.

when the head of another human was under his gun, you were what he thought of. how this action was for you- to get home to you.

if he didn't shoot this man, then how did he know this man wouldn't turn on him and keep him from fulfilling his promise to you?

"just.. come home. please?" you had whispered the night he left. simon only nodded, slipping on his mask and sighing.

"always, love. forever and always. promise."

and he'd be damned if he broke that fucking promise.

even as bullet left his gun with a shuddering snap and the man fell dead under him, he kept reminding himself this was for you. all of this pain and suffering he held on his shoulders was for you.

the woman he intended to marry.

the woman he wanted to grow old with.

the woman he would never break a promise to. never in his goddamn life.

...

sometimes when he gets home he's scared to see you.

he's not scared of you. never.

he's scared of the chance that maybe you'd finally realize all the lives he holds on his hands, that maybe when you fuck late at night that the blood on his hands will shine through and stain your beautiful skin.

stain and ruin the last perfect thing he has in his life.

he's scared that maybe, you'll realize that you're sleeping with and loving a murderer. maybe you'll turn him away once you see the blood on the mask he tries desperately to hide from you. he didn't want Ghost and Simon to mingle.

you got Simon. you never got Ghost.

he's scared that when he grows the balls to drop to one knee and solidify the bond between you that you'll turn him down. that you'll frown in disgust at this war criminal for even assuming that you'd love a creature such as him.

but deep down, he knows that's all irrational. that you'd never do such sinful things. say such hurtful things.

and he's right. you'd never.

because you were as hopelessly in love with him as he was with you.

and you promised it to him.

"i love you." were the words uttered late into the night as they laid in the shadows of their bedroom. simon almost cried every time you said that to him. the last time he'd heard that was when his nephew told it to him.

now it was you saying those three words.

three words that could tear a man like him

down to his last thread. "i love you too."

a few heartbeats later, he spoke again.

"you promise?" his voice was so soft you thought you imagined it. you tilted your head up at him. "what?"

"you promise that you love me?"

it tore him apart to ask it. it sounded to him like he was questioning your affection. but you knew he wasn't.

"yeah." you smiled, laying your head back on his shoulder.

the moon was high, smiling down and shining her light through the glass and onto them in neat squares through the window.

the crickets chirped, and the frogs croaked back as they sung their songs to the stars. somewhere out there water rippled and a dove cried, pleading out into the night about a tragedy mankind will never know about.

"i promise."

[alexandriastark76]

What is haunting alison or whatever it was in your tags?

Thank you for asking! I’ve been waiting to rant about this for a while now!

Beware though, dear OP cause we go into a deep dive about abusive behaviours, non consensual acts, stalking, obsessive behaviour, psychological manipulation, gaslighting, rape, and overall graphic themes which (sarcastically) is dark romance for you.

Please do not go further if you are a minor or are triggered by heavy topics like these

Stay safe <3

So, Haunting Adeline is a mature themed book written by H. D. Carlton.

According to the summary at the back, this is what you get:

The Diamond.

Death walks alongside me but the reaper is no match for me. I'm trapped in a world full of monsters dressed as men, and those who aren't as they seem. They won't keep me forever. I no longer recognize the person I've become. And I'm fighting to find my way back to the beast who hunts me in the night. They call me a diamond. But they've only created an angel of death.

The Hunter.

I was born a predator, with ruthlessness ingrained in my bones, when what's mine is stolen from me in the night, like a diamond hidden within a fortress. I find that I can no longer contain the beast. Blood will paint the ground as I tear apart this world to find her, and bring her back to where she belongs. No one will escape my wrath, especially not those who have betrayed me.

(In my opinion, this already gets very cliche but let’s carry on I guess)

Actual summary however, is:

The book is about how Adeline forms a “relationship” with her stalker while she discovers who killed her great-grandmother (who also had a stalker), while from the stalker's point of view, he is looking for an organization that kills children while stalking and searching.

This isn’t bad, per se, but it is a very hypocritical setting for what happens later on.

Now, as we move onwards with the book, we see that Adeline Reilly lives in her gran’s house where she is being stalked by her stalker Zade Meadows. She seemingly goes on date (and has sex) with a guy who (she doesn’t know about it though) is a very intimately involved personnel in a child trafficking ring. Zade knows this, so, he kills him (if i recall correctly), cuts his hand off and mails it to Adeline with a rose and warns her to not go on a date anymore.

This happens a couple of times, her doing things (not specifically just going on dates, because she doesn’t go on dates anymore either) that grates him, and so on.

Direct excerpts:

This isn’t disturbing, at least according to the range of ‘dark romance’.

But this is where it gets bad.

One day, Zade comes over blinded by rage that Adeline let another man touch what is “his” aka Adeline herself (let’s not even talk about how dehumanising that is), and rapes her.

And I’m saying rape, because there is no other word with which you can describe it.

He walks in dead of the night, holds her at gunpoint and forces her to undress and then forces himself on her. And proceeds to assault her with that very gun.

Excerpt if you want:

This is where shit gets disturbing and frankly, disgusting, even by the dark romance standards.

Note that I keep saying the dark romance standards because readers have a habit to excuse such behaviours and actions by claiming that it is “dark romance” this is what means to read “dark” romance. That such disturbing themes are going to be there, and we should’ve “read the trigger warnings”.

Now, one might wonder, that there should not be any issue with CNC, but, let’s go back.

The question that rises is, is it truly CNC?

CNC is a kink among the BDSM community, which features Consensual Non Consent.

CNC, is a role play of sorts, which has pre-discussed boundaries, safewords, and proper communication between the people taking part in it. Which, might I remind, did not happen.

Zade storms in, there is no discussion, and assaults the girl who he calls “his” by the way.

Common argument against this made by fans are, “Adeline liked it, so it isn’t actually non consent.” Does reading Exhibit 5 make you feel like she liked it? She literally describes it as:

“My body is full of rage, humiliation, and shame—I know this. But it’s like my brain can’t process those emotions, so it’s just choosing to feel nothing at all.

Is this what trauma does? Knowing you’ve been violated but your body chooses to go numb instead?”

I beg your finest pardon but this does not sound like a person having enjoyed a deliberate sexual assault.

Finally we come to the topic that what is the issue of people with this book.

People, fans, readers, are not only idolising this behaviour (stalking, the apparent “CNC” and the rough way of assault) and before anyone comes to blab that “no one is idolising this blah blah blah”— one simple search on YouTube, Instagram, TikTok and the BikerTok apparently with Haunting Adeline edits will show you how much teenage girls and other people are fawning over a rapist. (If you still have doubts that Zade is not a rapist simply on the account that he helped trafficking victims, then you need to seriously re evaluate your moralities)

Such toxic/stalking behaviours have been labelled “sexy and hot” which frankly disgusts me that there are so many young people seeing this and becoming susceptible to abuse and toxicity.

No one wants to ban this book, we simply want people to stop romanticising it. What he does is not right, and to hold that shitty behaviour on high accord simply because the Stockholm Syndrome setting sets a rapist and his victim together, does not make it right. Real life stalkers are not pretty or sexy, why should we not hold the fictional ones accountable and then?

People will torch up actual morally grey characters for much less and then go lust over a fucking rapist.

Just because other readers are holding him accountable and criticising him does not make them snowflakes, it makes you look like a fan blind to the pretty privilege.

Booktok has developed a bad reputation because of readers like these, and considering most of the booktok does act as an apologist, it isn’t wrong to say that most of the booktok is ignorant to such characters and their atrocities.

In conclusion, we don’t want to censor the book, or criticise rhetoric writer for writing themes like these, it isn’t the worst of the “dark romance”, we simply want the author to tag it properly (it was NOT CNC) and for readers to not romanticise a rapist.

Hope that answers your question OP! Also, note that when I said You so many times, it was simply about the fans of this book series.

<3

[jung-shook-iieee]

Darkside 2 | PJM

➳ pairing: Jimin x reader

➳ rating: M (gore violence, implied dubcon.)

➳ genre: arranged marriage au, dark themed.

➳ summary: after the demise of your father, you were forced to marry a mob boss who was a decade older than you. Jimin has always been ruthless and marrying someone like him wasn't your first choice, but living with him made you crave for his attention. For getting his attention you were repeatedly acting out until one day he decided to take the matter in his own hands.

➳ warnings: spanking, fingering ( not much described), use of curse words, orgasm denial, gore violence, slight exhibition, dark themed, implied dubcon, reader se def scared of jimin, jungkook is fucking sexy you know? And jimin is in full daaddy mode lmao, overall it's really fucked up and dark and yeah it's a 18+ so if you feel uncomfortable do not read further.

➳ word count: 5k , (pt.ii) ( pt i)

Masterlist

➳ a/n: woah, it took me so long to post it but yk my exam is tomorrow and i don't know what the fuck I'll write but here is it so enjoy? And i haven't proofread it so genuinely sorry for any grammer mistakes. ( I know this story is fucked up so don't come at me. Okay?) Reblog if you like it tho. <3333333

➳ PARK JIMIN YA'LLLLL

➳ a/n2: I do not support this kind of activities in general, it's just a fiction and I do not own anybody. Please understand the difference between fiction and reality. And please enjoy. &lt;33

You could hear them downstairs. The men your husband had over. It seemed like there was two-three of them, plus your husband. Drinking alcohol and talking in low voices. Probably going over some illegal deal - not that you cared. You took a deep breath and looked down at your outfit for the night - a lacy black nighty with a plunging neckline - sinfully short too, with the hemline barely brushing against your upper thighs. You knew if you bent down, it would leave nothing to the imagination. And panties? Who needed them?

Slowly, you made your way down the stairs, each step feeling more excited than the last. You had never really disobeyed Jimin so blatantly before. A part of you, despite everything, was still scared of the big bad mob boss he was. But a larger part of you was irritated by his apathy, how he acted like you didn't even exist. At this point, you'd do anything to get somekind of reaction out of him - which is why you were in your current state.

The cold air hit you hard when you entered the living room. The serious chatter between the men seemed to cease almost immediately as you slowly made your way across the room, not sparing any of them a glance - not even Jimin. You made sure to wink your hips with every step, knowing that every single eye in that room was currently on you - even Jimin

You made your way into the kitchen, exhaling the breath you'd been holding in. You hadn't thought too far ahead with your plan, but decided to grab the leftovers of ttaekboki, since you didn't get to eat it properly.

You could hear them chuckling and whispering to each other until one's voice chimes in, " Well Mr. Park, who's she? Is she your whore? " You wrinkled your nose in disgust. These men were sure not from the local or else they would've known you. No men dared to look at you, let calling you a whore alone.

" You gotta introduce her to us man, I bet she must be good that's why you're keeping her around. Huh? " Another unfamiliar voice chimed in. God why  the hell Jimin even invited them over? Shitty perverts.

" I'm his wife and hello to you too. " You said casually leaning over the marble top giving them a show. Even though the lights were dim in the kitchen but still they could see your cleavage. It was cold, your nipples were poking out from the silk material.

You dared to make eye contact with Jimin and you could've sweared your blood ran cold just from his gaze only. He's a master in controlling his facial expressions but the way he was eyeing you up and down with cold,stoic expression on his face told you that he was beyond pissed. His fist was clenched tight, turning white and your coy smile instantly faded.

You regretted coming down, yes, you did and you were about to stood back quickly when suddenly Jimin stood up and smiled at you, the kind of smile which told you that you fucked up. He started walking towards like he's going to beat the shit of you.

" Excuse me everyone, this is my wife. Park Y/N." He said smoothly and walked beside you. He roughly pulled you by your waist more close. A squeek left your mouth and you did not dared to look him in the eyes.

He tugged you forward walking towards the guest. "It seems like my wife is definitely confused because I clearly told her that she isn't allowed to come downstairs. But -" He paused, and you stuck your chin up and gave him the biggest glare you could muster up.

But unfortunately for her, she's disobeyed me." Jimin finished, looking at you and reaching out and grabbing your wrist roughly. The calmness in his demeanour was making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, but you'd sooner die than give away that you were definitely scared. You tried to twist out of his death grip but to no avail. And he was literally crushing your wrist with how hard he was holding it.

" Let go of me. " You hissed at him, knowing full well that you were basically putting on a free show for everyone else in the room, and they were hanging on to every word you spoke. Jimin didn't even spare you a glance.

"So, you gentlemen will have to excuse me while I go see to my wife. As you can see, she's being a bratt and needs disciplining. Jungkook, take some more beer out for these guys. They'll sit and wait while I finish with her, won't you?" asked his right hand guy and othrs, except you knew it wasn't really a question.

" Sure park we understand it would be so nice if you would tame her in front of us. It would be a sight to behold. " One of them said adjusting his bulge. He had the audacity to say this to jimin and you wondered why jimin only smiled at him. It wasn't the nicest smile of his, which definitely gave you goosebumps.

Jimin said something to jungkook in foreign language, something only which jungkook understood and smirked.

The whispering drowned in the background as jimin started dragging you roughly towards his room. The look on his face was unreadable, regarding His actions his expressions were calm. The grip on your wrist kept getting tighter and your heart was thudding out of your chest.

Let go of me, you fucking jerk!" You swore, wiggling around, your small fists landing on his muscular back. Your small fist's punch would probably doing nothing to his built body. You felt embarrassed as everyone eyed you shamelessly while your own husband dragged you like some sack of potatoes.

" FUCKING LEAVE MY HAND YOU ASSHOLE. " You swored again as you entered his bedroom and surprisingly he did. With a blink of an eye he pushed you roughly on the bed making you whimper from the harsh act.

" Fuck you bastard you're so fucking crazy they were calling me whore and you yourself treated me like one in front of them. How fucking dare you. " You spat every word laced with venom, Your nose was flaring up, You tried to get up, planning to storm out of his room and run into yours and lock the door and just get the fuck away from him.

Easily, jimin overpowered you, roughly pushing you back down onto the bed when you tried to make a run for it. And again, you tried to get up, because fuck if you'd let this man get the best of you. You attempted to shove him aside, except he was built like a brick wall and didn't budge an inch. That was when he grabbed your jaw roughly, jerking your face forward to meet his gaze.

"Keep fucking talking, you dumb bitch, I dare you." He hissed, his thumb and forefinger pressing so hard into your skin, enough to bruise. It got your eyes tearing. No one ever in your life has treated you like this.

" If you keep acting up like this y/n then I'll have to do something really bad. " He threatened by pressing you harder against the mattress, he hovered you, arms on both sides and trapping you in between. He was looking down at you so dangerously.

" Fuck you. " You seethed through clench teeth and wriggled more vigorously. You scratched jimin's neck in the process, blood started trickling down his neck but you did not felt sorry for him instead you again aimed to scratch there but this time jimin slapped you across the cheek.

It left you stunned. You did not dared to turn your head the other side. " You have the fucking audacity", began quietly, face inches away from yours, "To parade around downstairs in this fucking clothes, acting like you're a free piece of ass. I don't know if you're asking for it, or just plain fucking stupid."

" Bastard. " You said in low voice, your throat was sore from all the shouting earlier.

" And that filthy mouth of yours. Damn! Y/n you just annoy the shit out of me sometimes. " He continued. "And to think I was going easy on you all this time. Excusing your behaviour 'cause you're young and stupid." He shook you, hard. "Not anymore. You're a fucking spoiled little rich brat, and clearly your daddy didn't fucking think it was important to teach you some manners and respect."

And before you knew jimin manhandled you, You scratched and clawed to try and escape his grasp, but in two seconds flat he was sitting on the side of his bed with you over his knee, your thrashing legs pinned underneath his strong thigh. Red hot embarrassment coursed through your veins - how dare he put you over his knee like this! In a position so demeaning?

" Let go of me jimin I swear -"

You were cut short when you felt his hand on your ass. His rough, calloused palm stroked the silky material of the chemise that barely concealed your bare skin, and involuntarily you sucked in your breath sharply. What the fuck was he doing?

" You should have been disciplined a long time ago but looks like your daddy was a shit huh? " He chuckled, how could he even dare to insult your dead father. " He clearly did not bothered to teach you some manners? " He caressed your flesh over the silk material.

" Shut your fucki-" He did not even let you finish and suddenly grabbed the soft flesh roughly And you couldn't help but gasp - both at his touch and at the jolt you felt between your legs. What the fuck. No. Fuck no. This wasn't happening. He continued to fondle your ass, touching you as if you were a piece of meat on display. " How about I teach you some fucking manners my dear wife? " He asked Mockingly.

" You're fucking sick." You gasped, determinedly ignoring the way your pussy clenched at his words. With all your might, you tried once more to wiggle out of his grasp. Your motions ceased immediately when his palm cracked down on your ass. Hard. And you cried out in both pain and shock.

"You try and move one more time, and I'll use my fucking belt." jimin warned, the threat making your mouth run dry. You immediately fell limp against him, breathing hard from fighting this losing battle. Fuck him. Fuck him for taking you over his knee and spanking you like you were a child. You hung your head, squeezing your eyes shut to keep the tears of anger and embarrassment at bay.

That's more fucking like it." Jimin said, once more going back to squeezing your stinging ass, as if to rub salt on the wound. You bit your lip at the pain, and debated calling for help. And it seemed like he could read your mind: "And by all fucking means, yell and scream all you want. The door's wide open, princess. They can all hear you. But if you think anyone's coming to save you, you're dumber than I thought."

"You... You can't do this." You said, voice breaking but still having a bit of fight left in you.

Jimin lifted the flimsy material of the chemise, exposing your ass to his cold stare. "That's where you're wrong, princess. I can do this. I'm the only fucking one who can do this. And you're gonna take it. Because you deserve it. You deserve to be punished for flaunting your fucking body as if it's not already been claimed."

SMACK

The first hit sounded like the crack of a whip, and stung just as bad. You couldn't help but cry out in pain, knowing you were giving him the very reaction he wanted from you. And how you wished you were stronger, calmer, cooler, more collected. You wished you hadn't given him the satisfaction of hearing your cries of pain. But it hurt like a bitch. So then why could you feel the wetness pooling between your legs?

And it was like Jimin was unleashing hell on your ass, with smack after smack raining down angrily onto your sensitive skin. It was like all his hatred rested in the palm of his hand, which cracked down against your ass with full force, making you scream every time it did.

" Dumb fucking slut." He said through clenched teeth, the spanks never ceasing as he continued to talk. "And to think I felt sorry for you. For being forced into this. To think I left you alone. Didn't say shit when you were in my house, -"

As he was talking to you, you heard a loud series of cries, which immediately made you stiffer. You instantly clutched his biceps because you were scared. You did not know the source and the cries only grew louder along with a sound of hitting something very hard to be precise.

" Jim- is- down- who........ " You mumbled being scared of those atrocious sounds.

" Y/N focus on me. " Jimin ordered with an authority and you couldn't deny him so you nodded your head. Still scared you started sobbing softly.

He grabbed your hairs and pulled you backwards towards him, " Don't ever dare to cut me in between. No one have that power over me got that? " He tugged it harshly making you cry loudly.

" Answer baby....? " He again tugged it.

" Ye-s.... Y-es.. Please I'm so-rry. " You begged. All the faint arousal you felt till now vanished in a blink. You weren't aroused now, not even a bit. You were plain scared. Scared of what might happening downstairs.

" Good, so where was I? Huh I was saying you using my credit card, acting like a spoilt little bitch. Complaining about everything under the fucking sun. And you think you could keep your fucking act for long huh? " He completed his sentence and smacked your butt hard.

To be honest you couldn't focus on jimin properly because the loud muffles and cries could be heard real fucking good from downstairs. And jimin noticed that and he wasn't really happy about it.

He told you to focus on him. Didn't he? But you being the spoiled brat pissed jimin even more.

This time he spanked you really hard, which left you howl in pain.. Wriggling around furiously, you faint sobs turned into ugly ones. " It fucking hurts pleaseeeee. " You begged with whatever energy was left within you.

" Good it should fucking hurt. I told you to focus on me did not I? " He turned you around and manhandled you onto your knees. Your face was red, eyes puffy, lips swollen from all the harsh tugs you gave yourself to keep quiet. " But you had your fucking focus on anything but me. " He wrapped his hands around your neck and squeezed tight. "L-eav-ee.. So-rr-.. Pleas-" The oxygen was cutting, your eyes we're rolling back.

Jimin released your throat giving you a light slap on your cheek. He took in your condition for a good two minutes. And within those two minutes you felt exposed, embarrassed, self conscious and what not. Anyone in your place right now would want to jump from the cliff, he turned you into this condition of yours. He was the reason why you felt ashamed and pathetic.

Jimin stood up from the bed and fixed his obvious bulge, he raked his fingers through his hairs and patted your hair. " Come on stand up. " He helped you in getting up. He wiped your cheeks with his hand, pushed back all the strands of hair which were covering your beautiful face.

" Not so sassy now, are you? " He taunted while sucking his lower lip between his teeth. That coy smile was taunting you. He leaned down and kissed your cheek. Then took your small hands into his and started walking towards the stairs.

" I - need to- chan-ge.. Pleas-ee. " You somehow managed to say that, even though your mind was telling you to keep your mouth shut. Jimin laughed, throwing his head back., " Why now? You should have used your little brain before baby but don't worry now they won't mind. " He said and dragged you downstairs even though you struggled to stay back.

You were feeling scared as jimin dragged you downstairs, the smell instantly hit you, making you nauseous. The iron smell was so strong that it was surely blocking your senses. 1...2...3...4....steps and then you entered the hall. You screamed so loudly that all the heads in the room turned towards you.

No, it must be a dream. The sight in front of you was too disturbing to see. There was a pool of blood on the floor, jungkook's hands were bloody, but the blood wasn't of him. His hair were messy, a few buttons from his shirt were ripped off, other guards were also in the same condition.

Those three men who insulted you were on their knees, fucked out, beaten into a pulp, they were shivering and covered in their on blood.

You unconsciously tried to take a step back but then you remembered jimin was next to you. He quickly tightened his grip over your arms and dragged you forward. You started crying, you were feeling dizzy and felt like vomiting when your feet came in contact with the cold yet warm blood.

" Please, please, please, don-t do this.. I want to go back please ji-min.. " You begged, hell you would beg a hundred time more right now. Fuck your self respect you just want to go back to your room, hide under the covers and cry.

" Sshh baby, you should not cry... They deserved it. You remember how they called you names. Don't you? " Jimin cooed at you, stroking your back while maintaining the tight grip over your arms.

" They dared to disrespect you, my wife. But don't worry I'm still not finished with them. " Jimin chuckled and roughly dragged you towards the couch, so you could get a perfect view of jungkook's art.

To be honest it was the most jimin had ever spoken to you, and you never wished to see him like this.

He sat on the couch and made you sit on his lap. You were scared to death. You were shivering, not because of the cold but because of the fear. Sweat was trickling down your forehead and neck but you couldn't utter a word right now.

" So, what we're you saying noah? Repeat your words.! " Jimin whispered said to one of the men who insulted you. The guy was literally unconscious, he couldn't even open his eye properly. When the guy did not replied jungkook grabbed his hair and shook his head sideways. Thr lateral groaned in pain.

" Say something buddy, I'm waiting.!! " Jimin said as he fumbled with your nighty straps. You were traumatized, couldn't utter a word, the tears were continuously flowing down.

" Bas-t-ar-d. " The guy barely said and instantly received a punch from jungkook. The action made you shriek loudly. You did not want to be here. Even if those guys called you a whore, you don't want them to die.

" Shut up will you? I'm talking right here ain't I?? " Jimin grabbed your chin and turned his side harshly, you Whimpered as you looked into his eyes. They were emotionless, this jimin right here, in front of you was different.

" m'sorr-y.... Please. Please. Jus-t... I won-t do that again. Please. " You begged, with your hands joined in front of him.

" I will let you go princess, but we have to give them a show. They're our guest. Sit pretty and listen to me now. Won't you? " Jimin pecked your lips as he cooed at you. Stroking your wet cheeks with his thick fingers and pushing back the hair from your face.

" No. No-No... Pleas- No. " Your eyes widened, you cried loudly and struggled against his body. You were trying to get up but jimin easily held you in place.

" Sshhh... You don't want me to fuck you on the floor. Now would you? " Jimin warned and in one quick movement he tore the lace material off your body. You screamed and cried, he was being inhuman. How could he do these things in front of other people?

" Come on y/n, jungkook did so much for you! He deserves a show as well. Would you like that jeon? " He asked from the brown hair boy sheepishly.

" Anything you want Hyung. " The boy replied with a smirk on his face and jimin signaled the other guards to leave the place.

" I swe-ar i would not dis-obey you again. Jimi-n please dontt do th-is... Please. I promise I Will li-ssten to you. Promise.. Please just don-tt. " You furiously begged, at the moment you would do anything to change your husband's mind. But it was too late he already started separating your legs roughly, and flicked your nipples with other hand.

He stopped and looked at you, " See, princess? See how easy it is for me to break you? To reduce you to a crying mess?" He stroked his finger against your cheek, gathering the salty tears that were drying against the soft skin. His touch was feather-soft, intimate. And you felt so humiliated, so defeated, so conflicted - and now it confused you why he was being so gentle.

You sniffled. No other man had ever reduced you to feeling like a humiliated, kicked puppy. "I was just... I just... Please." It was like you couldn't gather yourself, couldn't tame your thoughts which seemed to be running every which way.

Jimin's hand slowly slid down your thighs and ghosted over your pussy. " Don't cry baby this will only teach you a lesson. You thought I was some local mafia? On whom you could shout, blame, curse anytime? No baby, I'm the fuckin king. " Jimin stated as hi flicked your clit lightly. You weren't in your senses right now, you couldn't believe your eyes and ears.

You audibly gasped, the sudden direct contact making you almost convulse forward into his chest. You grabbed a fistful of his white shirt, scrunching your eyes shut and wishing to God that maybe he will stop tormenting you, that maybe he could feel pitty for you.

" You're soaking baby..... You really are crazy my lady. " Jimin fake gasped, easing a thick finger into your pussy. And you cried into his chest, hating that after beating the living shit out of your ass, and scaring the daylights out of you this man had casually just began fingering you and it felt so fucking good. You prayed he or jungkook wouldn’t notice when you began to slowly hump against his finger, wanting to create more friction. He chuckled, “You’re a naughty fucking slut, aren’t you? All riled up and on edge, wet from all this mess in front of you, Now you want your daddy to take care of you, don’t you?”

You were too ashamed to reply, your face still buried in his chest, your tears staining his shirt and your lips bitten raw from trying to suppress your moans. Jimin added another finger and increased his pace, his thumb finding your clit and causing you to cry out. He smirked, “Who knew how easy it was to get you to shut your mouth. You got nothing to say anymore, baby? Where’s my little wife who loves to run her mouth, huh? Where’s she gone?”

Please,” You mewled softly, arching your back from the mounting pleasure, his fingers curving upwards and brushing against all the right spots. His thumb expertly massaged your clit, as if he knew your body, knew exactly how it worked. As if this wasn’t the first time he was touching you down there. “Please, I just…”

Immediately, jimin pulled his fingers out of you, your pussy making a squelching sound – as if it was trying to keep his fingers inside you. The heightened pleasure you were feeling instantly died down, and you cried out in indignation, “Wh-What! No! Please!” You gripped his forearm, “Please!”

“You don’t deserve shit after that stunt you pulled earlier baby.” jimin said simply. His eyes trailed towards the three barely alive body's and on jungkook who was no doubt enjoying the show and then back at you. He sighed, his fingers, soaking with your juices, now absentmindedly playing with the lacy borders of your ruined nighty which now sat bunched up around your waist. “You ruined my meeting, sweetheart. And now, you’ve distracted me.”

You swallowed harshly when he took your hand, placing it on top of his clothed dick. God, he was so hard. Painfully hard.

" Clean up the mess jungkook, will you? " Jimin said standing up, straightening the creases he got over his trousers.

" Don't kill them yet, I want them alive. Move to basement and I'll be there shortly. " Jimin ordered jungkook and the boy nodded in response like a fucking robot. He too had no emotions no guilt in his eyes and body language. They all are beyond your imagination.

Your husband turned towards you and offered you a hand, " Come baby, you still got to learn so much. I'll make sure everything stays in your pea size brain. " Words took a few seconds to register in your mind. It's not the end, he still has so much in his mind. How will you survive this?

YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING IDEA.!

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Obsession❜ (Christmas Special)┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

Premise: When someone doesn't know you exist is your sole source of comfort, things can't get a bit weird. In Christmas day things are better for everyone, including Geto Suguru.

Word Count: 2717

Note: Merry xmas everyone! 🫶🏻🎄☃️

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A wondering soul that feeds on human filth. That’s the way he would describe himself, especially on nights like this.

The night sky was murky, not a single star in the sky and it looked like it would snow any time now.

He’s had to swallow three curses today and the negative toll in his body could be noticed a mile away.

His thoughts had been very chaotic as of late and he barely even sleeps.

All he thinks about is how awful this world is and how it’d be better if curses didn’t exist, but not even the strongest sorcerer would be able to wipe them all clean, as more grow out of humans every day.

Humans must be the problem, why must they be so evil and hateful, why are they always so depressed and anxious? If they were sorcerers the world wouldn’t be this bad, is their fault for not being able to use curse energy but create it and let it out of control. 

Useless, useless humans.

On his way back to the academy Suguru stopped by a cafe that looked like it was about to close.

He needed something bitter, something that would kill that disgusting taste out of his mouth.

The only worker left in said cafe was a girl that appeared to be about his age, probably a part-timer, even in the dark her beautiful rounded eyes and shining smile were a sight for sore eyes.

She took his order and headed to the back to prepare it herself as the rest of her coworkers had headed home for the night. When she came back with his order though, it wasn’t at all what he had ordered, “I’m sorry, I’m actually not a barista so making a hand dripped seasonal coffee isn’t in my skill set, but my parents say I’m very good at making hot chocolate and since it’s so cold outside today, I thought maybe what you needed was just something warm and sweet? Maybe I read the situation wrong but I hope you like it nonetheless, you don’t have to pay me or anything!” she had even done a cute snowman print on the top of the foam for his drink and he couldn’t help but smile.

A nice ending to such an awful day.

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There’s a reason why Suguru doesn’t sleep well, the nightmares hunt him, some aren’t even related to his life, the overconsumption of curses has been doing some damage in his mental stability and he is even afraid of his own shadow at times.

He still hates humanity, he’s this deranged all because of them. 

All except that one sweet girl from the coffee shop down second avenue, she’s an angel.

He wished he at least knew her name, but he wasn’t proactive enough to even ask.

In nights like this, where his nightmares keep coming back over and over again doesn’t matter how many times he’d wake up in the middle of them, all that would ground him to reality was the thought of her smile.

He’d imagine him walking over from behind, surprising her with a soft warm hug. Wrap his scarf around the two of them so she wouldn’t be able to escape his love. 

He’d imagine her making more of that hot chocolate that was oh so delicious and completely wiped out the taste of death from his mouth.

Even better, he’d imagine her kissing the hot chocolate into his mouth.

While he was not able to sleep even with such comforting thoughts, at least the nightmares would go away.

But this night in particular he just didn’t seem to be able to snap out of it, he’d talk to his pillow like it was you, holding it close to his body, sweet talking it to its death as it has now been reduced to mush and it’s in his trashcan after a wave of reality made him seen the pillow for what it was.

So next morning he was just not able to control himself anymore, he had to see her, he had to look into those beautiful eyes up close, even if it was for a second he needed to hear her lovely voice, sniff the same air that came out of her mouth while greeting customers, he needed to be in the same space as her, even if he didn’t dare to come closer.

He learned your name was (Y/N) after one of your coworkers yelled at you after spilling some coffee on the counter and burning a customer’s hand. He wanted nothing more than to burn his face with the same coffee just so he would scream in pain. How dare he yell at someone as precious as you? That scum, of course, he had to be human…

That day he also learned you don’t work there every day and that you’re in school too. You were reading some cards while there were no customers ordering, like a good girl. Such a lovely dedicated young woman, you had to be a saint for sure, a goddess probably.

And with an all time high, he left the shop without you even noticing he was there.

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In all truth, he thought seeing you for real once more would put an end to this tightness of his chest. He was fully conscious of how creepy he was being and how unreasonable it was to be feeling so many things for a complete stranger, but things were very difficult for him. 

He was lonely, sad, stressed. A huge turmoil was building up inside of him as days went by and you were the only positive thing inside that mind of his.

Hence, he held into the thought of you so tightly that at some point he stopped having nightmares completely. All he would dream about was of that lovely face of yours and how you would live with him in this beautiful world without regular humans and curses.

But he forgot something crucial.

You were very much one of them, a human, nothing more.

And the realization of that hit him hard on the face when Friday came around, the day to drop by the cafe and creep on you without anybody noticing.

Just that this Friday was different. 

A pesky curse was touching you in a nasty way, almost as if it was fondling you.

Of course you couldn’t see it, nor feel it really, but distress was clear on your face the entire time he was there. 

He had to do something, he couldn’t allow that disgusting thing to keep its hands on his precious babe. 

But what if eating said curse tasted like you?

A sudden need to get it into his array of curses rose in his chest sending him to spiral into a very unexpected ride that left him panting and whimpering on his seat, traumatizing a child that was sitting on a table close by.

He was creeping himself out at this point, but the thought of you was the only thing that kept him away from total insanity, and he needed to get that thing off of you, was the least he could do after all you’ve done for him, even if you had no clue of what that was.

But he didn’t know how to get it off without you noticing, he had to develop a plan quickly. And so he remained hidden on an alleyway close to the shop waiting for you to leave for the day.

Once you did, you looked miserable. Staying all day watching you like a hawk made him realize you weren’t the happy goddess he thought you were but a normal human. The same coworker that yelled at you last time kept harassing you all day and to make it worse someone called you in your break and he could hear you sobbing from where he was hidden. It was now clear to him that curse was actually coming out of you, it wasn’t something that got attached but rather created by you. An awful realization as he saw how not even his pure angel was free from the disgusting nature of human kind.

You were stressed and sad and that made this weak pesky curse to come out. He wanted to do more for you than just exterminating the flower of doom that blossomed from your distress, he knew that wouldn’t really make all that was bugging you to go away, but was all he could do. He couldn’t really just talk to you after all.

He had been so hooked up with the entire situation that he hadn’t noticed today was Christmas Day. Apparently to you that was a big thing and for the look on your face probably the plans had been cancelled earlier. 

The curse noticed him following them and kept taunting him by touching you in a suggestive manner as if making fun of him, it was irritating to say the least but he couldn’t just send one of his big curses to chase it away, it could get you harmed and that’s the last thing he wants.

He had to get close and he didn’t know what to do. 

Lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize you had stopped walking, making him bump onto your back. The drink you were holding, a Christmas present given to all employees at the cafe, falling into the snow. “Oh, I’m so sorry miss. Are you ok? I was just so distracted I didn’t see you there…” of course he saw you, he’s been following you for hours, but it wasn’t entirely a lie.

“It’s ok, don’t worry. I don’t even drink tea anyways…not like they would know that at my workplace, they don’t care enough for that…” the last part came out as nothing but a whisper but he heard it. He knows you’ve been struggling at work and most likely at home too, but of course he couldn’t really say anything about it.

“How about I buy you something you do like in exchange?” 

“That’s not necessary really…today is Christmas Day I’m sure you have something better to do than buy a stranger a drink.” oh but there was nothing he’d rather do than to breathe the same air as you, this was already the best Christmas he’s ever had. Again, something he couldn’t tell you.

“Not really, I was going to go out with my school friends but they’re all busy so they cancelled it. Have nothing better to do. But if you do, I understand, I can give you the mon-“ you stopped his babbling before he continued, truth is, you were feeling very lonely and the thought of not going to your empty house this early was lovely. “I-I don’t…I don't have anything to do either…” your cheeks were tinging red and his liver was pounding in pain at your beauty, an odd feeling I may add.

“Then how about we go to that place over there? Seems designed for cute girls…I bet they have more than tea there.” his nonchalant attitude made his almost flirting banter so smooth it made you even more flustered so you just nodded and walked with him.

“You like chocolate right?” that startled you, was he some kind of stalker? He was, honestly, but you didn’t know that. The moment you saw his face it clicked in your head, that one customer that had to drink your hot cocoa just because you were too slow at closing that night.

“Oh! I knew you looked familiar! And yes, I do love chocolate.” your cute giggles were music to his ears, he was in love wasn’t he? 

“Then lets go get some chocolate. Since that day I kinda became addicted to it too, you were right, you’re definitely a pro at making it.” being with him was making all the sadness and depressive thoughts from your head to go away in such an easy nonintrusive way it was amazing. Of course you had no idea you were doing even more than that for him by just existing in his own space.

“I’m glad you didn’t hate it…I was so nervous!” 

His soft chuckles were so attractive, he was so attractive it was hard to think about how your boyfriend just broke up with you via phone call, on Christmas Day. This is just what you needed. “You should be proud, I’m a man that drinks bitter coffee all the time, and you turned me into a chocolover.” and your secret lover too, but that was better kept hidden for the time being.

The afternoon was fantastic after said encounter.

You went to that pink shop in the new district which was full with other high school girls giggling loudly. He got you a Christmas parfait which was hell more expensive than the stupid tea he dumped on the snow, but filled your heart with excitement.

Seeing you eating it like a child made his heart feel so full he almost forgot about killing the damn curse.

After a lovely stroll by the nearby park he took advantage of how cold you seemed to relive one of the many fantasies he had with you while also killing the curse at the same time, a win-win situation.

He took off half of his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, bringing you impossibly close to him, while you were all flustered and looking like a cute couple Christmas card, he was gathering the disgusting curse in his palm turning it into a little ball and saving it in his pocket. He did more than what he thought he was even allowed to dream of and all he could think about now was about kissing those soft rosy lips of yours. And by the look of you, you were thinking the very same thing. “You know…I was dumped today…I didn’t love him or anything so its fine…but don’t you think it might be you know like…” you sighed afraid of using the words that were hunting your thoughts. “Destiny?” his smug grin was making you shy again but he was right, that’s what you were thinking of, so you just nodded.

“Why were you dating him if you didn’t love him? If I may ask…” you two remained there by a decorated lamp post, wrapped in the warmth of his fuzzy scarf, nearly holding each other though not really touching just yet. “I was just lonely…”

His heart dropped, you were lonely just as he was. The realization that other people might be feeling similar to him, even if it was for different reasons, was oddly comforting.

“I can understand that feeling…But if you ask me, you’ll be better off without that bastard. Who makes a beautiful girl like you sad in Christmas day? I would smack him on the face if he was here..” he really did know how to make you smile, this was so comforting, for both of you, it was like your little heaven made out of snow and Christmas decorations.

“You’re too good to me, Geto-san…” 

“Well you deserve that and more. That smile is way prettier than the frown you had when we met earlier. I would like to see it on your face again. If you’d like to see me again, that is…” he was crossing a line, one he couldn’t back off from. But it wasn’t like it was absolutely necessary for you to know he’s been secretly stalking you for weeks…right…?

“I slipped my phone number in the front pocket of your coat a couple of hours back…” and just like that, this year’s Christmas brought both of you a very unexpected gift.

The gift of hope, the gift of feeling understood and maybe, just maybe a bigger one, the gift of…true love.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 (4)

[Aemond Targaryen x female Lucerys Velaryon • fem! oc!reader]

[warnings: sex content, fights, harassment, angst, smut, domination, violence, targcest (uncle/niece)]

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[description: Boarding School - Modern Setting. Lucerya avoided her uncle for years but Aemond remembers and he is on his mission to make her life a living hell.]

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She could describe the situation in which she found herself at the moment in several words.

Disastrous.

Humiliating.

Awful

Tragic.

They were only a small percentage of the amount of words Lucy could use to describe the current situation.

Lucy was the last to be summoned into the headmaster's room, ahead of Aemond and Hugh, who were not particularly enthusiastic about their punishments. The secretary had looked at her critically through her glasses, as if she had been to blame for the fight. Okay, part of it was, but Aemond was an asshole, and Hugh had named himself her personal savior. Even though Lucy appreciated his dedication, she didn't need a savior.

Lord Corlys, as the students secretly called him, looked out of the window and looked at her earnestly as she stepped through the door. He pointed to the chair in front of his table and Lucy sat down obediently. He did the same and examined her for a moment.

"What happened last night-"

"It's unforgivable, disgusting, and I understand that I have to leave this school. I've already packed my things," Lucy interrupted him and tried to put on a serious face, but the anticipation grew in her. Wherever she landed after her mother cut her out of her will, it would be better anywhere than near Aemond Targaryen and his uncontrollable lust for murder.

The guy should definitely go to therapy.

Lord Corlys, or Grandpa as she would call him, were the situation not so serious, she looked surprised.

"Leaving school?" He asked, irritated, and Lucy nodded. "That would be the most appropriate punishment, wouldn't it?"

Corlys raised his eyebrow and leaned back into his chair.

"Lucy, Aemond told me you had nothing to do with the fight and were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. There's no reason to expel you from school."

Lucy's mouth shook and her smile faded.

Lucy would kill Aemond.

Definitely this time.

She wouldn't even think of a plan.

She'd just put her hands around his fake, dirty neck.

She knew what he was up to, she wasn't stupid, wanted to hold her here, torture her and torture her forever.

Lucy forced herself to smile, but she felt the corner of her mouth twitch more and more the longer she tried to maintain the spectacle.

"oh, I'm really grateful that Aemond is trying to help me, but I think you should stand by your actions and face the consequences."

"Hugh said the same thing."

Oh, how nice. They wanted to share a grave.

She was about to reply, tell her grandfather of her great guilt, but at that very moment her completely confused brother seemed to have the witty plan to barge in on a conversation he had no business in.

"Grandfather," he began, inappropriately. "Lucy had nothing to do with the fight."

What the fuck….

Lucy opened her eyes, a miserable attempt to silence her brother.

Why was he here?

Wasn't there any security?

"My sister, your granddaughter, by the way, is often off track."

Okay, the grave got bigger and bigger.

Jacaerys threw an arm around her shoulders and squeezed her. The last time she had been so close to his brother was when they were almost in a fight, when Jacaerys kept coming into their rooms, exemplary as any brother did to annoy her, only to leave her door open.

She hoped he'd never come so close to her again.

"Mum thought about sending her to Pentos," Jacaerys confessed, raising his hand next to his face so that he blocked Lucy's view of his mouth, which was completely pointless and idiotic, for Lucy could hear him clearly and clearly. "You know, because she isn’t okay…there," he snapped his tongue twice as he drew his finger in circles next to his temple. Lucy looked at him indignantly.

Did he just present her as mentally confused?

"In the Middle Ages, madmen were not allowed to be executed."

But he was the one who was crazy.

Corlys looked at Jacaerys like it was the biggest bullshit he'd ever heard, and Lucy didn't resent him. It was hardly to be surpassed in stupidity.

"Jacaerys, I find it admirable how you stand up for your sister, and although I don't think she's crazy or we're in the Middle Ages, I have no intention of punishing your sister."

Jacaerys looked at him in surprise.

"No?"He said of himself in amazement and looked at Lucy, radiant with joy at his success.

"That's wonderful news," he shouted, opening his arms wide and Lucy wondered if he really expected her to hug him. She raised an eyebrow and folded her arms in front of her chest. Jacaerys seemed to notice his mistake, quickly withdrew his arms and cleared himself briefly.

"Well, then, maybe I should go again," Jacaerys suggested, and Corlys nodded with a smile.

"You should."

Jacaerys raised her hand apologetically and winked at her.

Lucy wondered if, in honor of the day, she should also pull his eye out, as a kind of peace offer to Aemond, so that he would finally leave her alone.

When Jacaerys left the room, Corlys saw Lucy again.

"That was a very... interesting performance."

"Yes, he loves to be dramatic."

"I can't imagine," Corlys replied, but she heard the irony in his voice and grinned briefly.

"The reason I let you come here is more serious. I wanted to know if what Mr. Hammer told me was true."

Lucy pulled her eyebrows together.

"What did he say?"

"Is it true that Aemond is harassing you?"

Suddenly, a thousand thoughts came crashing down on Lucy. It would probably have been the easiest thing to just say yes, to confirm what was true anyway. So she might get rid of her problems sooner than she expected. All she had to do was say Aemond was harassing her and she was sure her grandfather would take care of it right away. And if he didn't, her grandmother Rhaenys. But something in her refused. It was foolish not to accept help when it was offered to her, but no matter how much she forced herself to tell Lord Corly everything, to confirm to him that Aemond was tormenting her, not a word came from her lips.

Instead, she said:

"Hugh must have misunderstood. Aemond and I have always been annoyed since we were kids, but it's not of a malicious nature."

She forced herself to smile and felt her heart beat faster as Corlys looked at her, making it clear he didn't believe a word she said.

But he just nodded and intertwined his fingers.

"Thank you, Lucy. You can go, that's all."

Lucy had not expected him to let her go so quickly, but apparently he had no further need to question her. She nodded, thanked her and left the room with a gloomy feeling.

She knew it was a mistake not to tell her grandfather the truth, but what had happened had happened. She had to live with her decision.

When Lucy ran back to her room, she didn't let go of the bad feeling of having made a mistake. She would now be completely on her own. Of course, she could go back and confess to Corlys that she lied out of fear, but she didn't. Besides, it would be pathetic. She'd live with her decision. Maybe Aemond didn't need to torment her either.

Lucy was about to walk up the stairs to hers and Rhaena and Baela's room when she suddenly heard a soft cry and inappropriate giggling. Both feelings were in complete contrast and Lucy had the feeling that something was wrong. She turned around and walked a few steps further, where she suspected the origin of the noise.

"Pssst, be quiet, or someone else will hear us," she heard a female voice giggling and other voices agreed.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?"

"Why shouldn't it be?" She knew that voice from somewhere.

"She is Aegon's and Aemond's sister."

"Aegon doesn't like her and Aemond would believe me more than her."

Lucy went around the corner. A spectacle was presented before her, which she had already expected by the last words. On the floor sat a crying and frightened Helaena, who tried to catch the beetles that had crawled out of the overturned cage.

Above her stood Alys Rivers, looking down on her, laughing at the pathetic attempt.

Lucy felt anger coming in.

"It's by just beetles, Helaena," she mocked and stepped forward. "They're just petty little creatures, worthless." Then she stepped on a beetle and Helaena snapped. She tried to push Alys down from it, but Alys turned her foot from left to right to push the beetle even more flat.

"By the gods, she's so strange," one of the girls said disparagingly, laughing as Helaena cried even more when Alys presented her with the trampled beetle. She seemed completely disturbed and trembled all over her body. Helaena was one of the nicest people on the planet and Alys showed her true face at that moment. Not that Lucy expected anything different from her.

"Maybe we should tread the others as a precaution," Alys suggested laughing, and Lucy knew it was time to step in.

"Or we'll step on you for a change," Lucy said, standing in front of Helaena.

"What are you thinking, you stupid cunt?"

Normally, her vocabulary wasn't so obscene, but she adapted to the person in front of her.

Alys looked at her disgusted before she regained control of her face.

"You," she hissed. "What are you doing here?"

"The question is what are you doing here," Lucy replied, stretching her chin forward. She folded her arms in front of her chest.

"I own this school, darling," Alys sighed and came closer. "You'd think Aemond already showed you your place, but it seems like I'm not the stupid cunt."

"Aemond always has an eye on goal, always on goal," Helaena whispered behind them, and Lucy looked confused at her aunt. What was she talking about?

"Shut up, Helaena," Alys barked and Lucy looked at her angrily.

"Don't talk to her like that!"

"I'll talk to her any way I want, girl." Alys was now close in front of her. She was slightly taller than Lucy, which gave her a small advantage in her power struggle.

"Does Aemond know how you treat his sister?"

Alys snorted.

She'd like to slap the arrogance out of her face.

"Aemond doesn't care. I mean more to him than the little misery on the ground."

"Mom says you can't lie," Helaena hissed behind her and Alys angrily opened her eyes.

"I told you to shut up or I'll-!"She groaned and stepped aside to approach Helaena, but before she got even a step too close, Lucy grabbed her, pushed her against the wall, and took a spoon from an abandoned yogurt mug off the table.

Alys looked at her disgusted as she held the spoon in her face threateningly.

"Come too close to her again, threaten or insult her, and I'll give you a nice partner look with your beloved Aemond," Lucy hissed, pointing the spoon at Aly's eye.

The girl looked at her anxiously and panicked.

"You're crazy," she breathed and Lucy smiled.

"Of course, or have you ever heard of a niece who cut out her uncle's eye because she was bored?"

Of course, she didn't cut out his eye because she was bored, but Alys didn't need to know. The worse the rumors, the more afraid she was of her. And it seemed to work. Alys began to tremble.

"You'll never bother Helaena again, you understand?"

Alys didn't need a second to nod. She nodded several times and the moment Lucy let go of her, she jumped towards her friends, who hurriedly threw themselves in front of her. Ironically, they now symbolized strength, yet none of their friends had taken a step forward to help her.

"You'll regret this," Alys hissed and ran out of the room. Her friends looked at Lucy warning, but none said anything. Then they chased after Alys.

Lucy snorted sneezing. It was the same thing over and over again. These girls felt strong only in one group, but each one of them was miserable and more fearful than any beetle they had crushed under the sole of their feet.

She looked to her aunt, who was always looking at her dead bugs crying.

Helaena seemed to be completely somewhere else and Lucy approached her cautiously so as not to frighten her. She bent down slightly and tried to touch her aunt on the shoulder, but Helaena frightened the movement and gave a loud scream. She pressed her hands against her ears and shook her head.

"No more, stop, no more," she repeated over and over, and a wave of pain and pity ran through Lucy when she saw her aunt like that. Nobody deserved that.

"What did you do?"

She felt her being pushed aside, and before she could react, she hit the ground and a dull pain went through her wrist. Lucy squeezed her eyes before she saw Aemond leaning over to Helaena and trying to calm his distracted sister. Helaena seemed to calm his presence and she sat down in his arms, pressing her little body against her little brother, who protected her.

For a moment, Lucy felt a feeling of jealousy build up inside her.

Then Aemond's gaze turned to her and the hatred in his remaining eye, chased goosebumps over her body, and for the first time in her life, she believed Aemond was really capable of killing her.

Helaena cried in his arms, Aemond pressed her closer.

"If you get too close to her again, you'll wish you were never born, bastard. I'll make your life a living hell."

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𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓮

ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ

"Y/N L/N, never have I met such a vile woman in my life. You are accused of murder, fraudulence, and treason of the Thysin kingdom." a stack of papers anf photos get thrown before your person.

The ballroom surrounded by citizens erupt with gossip and gasp full of shocked. In the center on their hands and kness with gaurds pointing sharp spears at them was you ,(Y/N).

Once a powerful and beautiful woman who stood to be feared by man and envied by woman. Now she was nothing left but a broken shell of her former self.

Hair once kept neat and primed was the equivalence of a rat nest. Clothes that were the best of the best now reduced to a burlap sack with holes that was dark with dirt and blood from the beatings that was bestowed upon her when arrested. The smooth skin that was the talk of the kingdom and compared to a goddess was now scabbed over with scars of switch marks and cuffs and chains cutting into her wrist and ankles.

"Zuku,my love I-I didn't do this. She framed me." becoming a weeping mess infront of thousands can only be described as pathetic.

"How dare you accuse my wife to be and princess of the all for one kingdom of such... such disgusting acts. How could you explain the evidence before you." He pulls the woman ,Ochako, closer making you even more defeated as the only man you loved is stolen away from you.

"See izuku? I told you, she can't even defend herself." Playing the damsel in distress act was right for her as she gets hugged and her crocodile tears get wiped away.

"By the power of king all might and my authority and my duty as the prince. I hereby sentence (y/n) (l/n) to beheading which will take place within 4 days time."

Trembling in frustration ,sadness, and exhaustion of knowing your innocence was nothing but a unleft whisper on your lips.

"oh midoriya! Can i have a few last words? Just to give her my forgivness." her brown eyes that were sparkled with innocence looked at your broken person as if a bright spotlight was shining on you.

"Princess Uraraka you are to good for this world." Deku caresses her round pink cheeks with such tender love and care as

she made her way from the throne to the center of the marble floor facing you.

Her pink dress rustles and folds under itself as she kneels down. Those big ole innocent brown eyes turn stone cold devoided of that little sparkle you saw up there next to the prince.

From her tiny plump lips leave a low icy chuckle only meant for your ears, " you were once an angel. Now nothing but lowly filth i wipe away from underneath my shoe," placing her warm milky hands on your cheek to stop your trembling form, " I saw you looking happy as you could be. I wanted it. I was so jealous. And now— and now I have it all. You dirty b-i-t-c-h."

Each syllable leaves her mouth as if it was air she took in. With some power that you had left you graves a hold of the chain that bonded your wrist and a war cry piercing the air as the metal wrapped around her throat.

The knights circle you and your captive as deku begs for you to let her go.

"Heed my warning prince izuku. For I say this once. Beg every god and goddess in the universe I do not return for when I do," you pull harder making it suffocate Ochako more, " i will extract my revenge on those who wronged me. And you who i chose to love and live for." you let her go and she falls gasping for air.

Deku runs to her side as you get tackled by the gaurds no sound of pain leaving your lips only meanacing laughter that shook the ballroom to the core as you're dragged away back to the cold rat filled dungeon that smells of bloody metallic, decaying corpses, defecation ,and piss.

The execution got pushed to the next day. People young and old gather and cast stones as you get brought to tbe guillotine.

As the sharp metal blade that has dried blood from his past victims get brought down, deku pulls ochako close blocking her way only making out her mouth down. She opens her mouth to give you the sly fox smile ' b-I-t-ch' wss the last you witness as the huge razor severed your head from your body. Fresh blood marks it's new victim.

The few seconds you're brain could register before becoming dead; was blocked by a blinding white light.

"ŋơῳ ɬɧąɬ ıʂ ą ųŋʄąır Ɩıʄɛ , ɱყ ƖıɬɬƖɛ ơŋɛ"

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ꕥ Matchup Request

@vixiesticks​ I match you up with!!! // I’m going to match you up with a Demon and a Hashira since you gave me a matchup and I wanted to thank you once again!!  uwu

And it’s my first time doing a matchup!! so I hope you enjoy it uwu, and please let me know how I did.

★彡[ᴋᴏᴋᴜꜱʜɪʙᴏ]彡★

  ・❥・  When you sent me your request I immediately thought of the Upper Moon 1. With you being a hard worker and how you describe yourself as putting people first is the opposite of him, the demon is a selfish being that always wants to be better than anyone else, and the one thing he can relate with you is that you’re both hard workers!! He admires that you want to push yourself to better yourself and improve on what your doing. But the one thing he won’t tolerate is when you don’t take a break, he literally has to drag you away from your task you’re working on so you can catch a small break. He can push himself but you can’t, like how he says “Humans need breaks right? Go take a break...and that’s an order.” And also since he’s a quite guy and you are an outgoing person you probably do most of the talking in your relationship with him, but doesn’t mind. He loves watching you talk for hours. 

・❥・  Kokusibo treats you with kindness since you belong to him, he may not speak alot but you really do enjoy his company. He enjoys holding you close to his body, your tiny compared to him. He treats you with such care, almost like as if you were made from glass. Kokusibo loves running his cold fingers into your soft hair, he also loves place gentle kisses along your cheek and forehead. 

・❥・  Headcanons!!

He has cute nicknames for you, they are. Love, Darling and Dear.

He loves the fact that you are hard worker and maybe some day he’ll ask you to marry him, and if you accept he’ll turn you into a Demon. 

He loves taking you on dates, like walking around in the woods while holding hands, tiny picnics. He enjoys spending time with the one he loves.

He’ll protect you to the very end, and with that being said he doesn’t allow the other Upper Moons near you. He doesn’t trust them one bit. First Azaka is too childish, Douma is annoying, Hantengu is also very annoying and he could care less about him and Gyokko is quite disgusting so he doesn’t want him anywhere near him. 

★彡[ɢʏᴏᴍᴇɪ]彡★

・❥・Now when this man is going to treat you with total kindness, he want’s the best for you! And he really likes the fact that you’re a hard worker and that you want to improve on your skills. But the only thing he won’t tolerate is when you won’t take a break on what you’re doing. He doesn’t want you to burn yourself out! And he likes the fact that you enjoy helping others! He thinks it’s so sweet! Bless your soul! But he isn’t fond that you always put other’s first, you should think about yourself as well. And he’ll help you with that, he wants the best for you okay. He just loves you so much, and if anyone dares takes advantage of your kindness he’ll gave a “gentle” conversation with that person. The Stone Hashira will enjoy taking small breaks with you, he’s also a hard working man so you guys will take breaks together, and these breaks can consist of a few minutes or a few hours. uwu

・❥・This gentle giant will treat you with so much care and love, he may be blind but his eyes lighten up whenever he hears your soft voice. He enjoys running his hands gently around your face, feeling everything. To your soft skin, your cheeks, lips and smile. And this man is huge compared to you, so you’re like a little doll to him. But he’ll hold you close to his body, and he’ll listen to your heart beat.

・❥・Headcanons

Gyomei is a gentleman 100% and he honestly loves to show you off to the other Hashira’s. He’s so proud that he found someone he really loves and can spend his life with.

Whenever he’s crying, you’ll sit on his lap and place his head on your chest and you’ll whisper sweet things to his ear. And with your heart beat he’ll calm down and your sweet words also help him. You also kiss his tears away. 

He’s given you a special set of his prayer beads, and you take care of them with all your heart. You guys also pray together!

The other Hashira’s love you and they love the fact that you make him so happy! They will protect you too! Lucky you!

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“fix the attitude.” - d.m

draco malfoy x reader

slytherin house

female reader

platonic(?)

angst to fluff

warnings: angst, swear words, shitty parents, degrading, draco takes his anger out on you juust a bit but it’s only briefly

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the intense and painful weeps and sobs coming from the slytherin male’s dormitory went unheard as all slytherins and students alike were at a quidditch match that would determine finals.

considering that, he felt awfully alone, no crab or goyle or even blaise to calm him even slightly, even though he knew deep down that he would deny them any chance of getting too close to him.

draco couldn’t bear the thought of everything that he had to endure at the time. wishing it all to be over within the blink of the eye or a snap of two fingers.

knock knock knock…

draco freezes for a brief moment. whipping his tears of his cheeks and going to the door to open it, suppose he forgot to put a silencing spell on the room before absolutely destroying his vocal chords, god knows who heard and who heard what.

he opens the door to an awfully pale looking y/n y/l/n. messy bun, eye bags, red eyes, runny nose, all of it.

“the fuck are you doing here?” draco spat. “aren’t you sick?” draco asked again backing away from the girl in disgust.

“i am, yeah, sorry ‘bout that.” the shorter/taller girl says, rubbing her eyes.

“the fuck do you want?” draco uttered in fear, as he was quite sure he knew the answer.

“i heard you crying.” y/n stated simply. damnit. draco thought, pissed at himself.

“n-no! why on earth would i do that? and why on earth should you care either way? even if i was crying i wouldn’t go to a pathetic blood traitor like you, y/l/n.” draco defended, getting more in the girls face trying to scare her.

“i’m not an idiot. your eyes are red and your cheeks are glossy.” y/n stated, pointing out the obvious.

“SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!” draco said backing away quickly, pulling his wand from his bedside into his hand, pointing it at her.

he looked at the girl, breathing heavily, scowling at her. in contrast, she gave him a scared expression, looking him up and down like he was some kind of animal her eyes.

“draco, what the hell?” y/n uttered softly, looking at him, in pure confusion and to a degree - worry.

draco stood in the same position for a second or two longer before chucking his wand across the room.

“draco!-” y/n exclaimed before she felt the poor boy hug her, but he ran to her so fast he collapsed, to tired to get up he just hugged her at her knees, sobbing and wailing.

“i-i.. can’t anymore, y/l/n!” draco said, sniffling, biting his lip slightly to hold in his sobs.

y/n bent down to his level, as he pulled away from her knees.

“you can’t what?” she asked softly, moving some of the hair out of his face, to better see it.

“i-i can’t..! j-just.. sit a-around and be like this..” draco looked up at her, his expression full of pleads to save him from this hellhole.

“be like what, draco?” y/n asked, scooting closer to the blonde haired teen, trying to get more info as she was still so confused.

“a disappointment to my parents!” he yelled.

“what made you think you were a disappointment..?” the y/h/c y/l/n asked the grey-eyed man.

“because of this…” draco swiftly pulled out a folded up letter out of his pocket, and y/n began to read.

Draco,

Words cannot describe how I am feeling right now, to think our Draco is acting as such is quite frankly, humiliating.

Son, you’re supposed to moving up the ranks as you grow, not falling on your face like some pathetic pig.

Our family name can and most likely will get extremely damaged by this incident, — and as a reminder that is your fault, and if you let it slide again you will be paying for it in all possible ways.

Writing to you was quite honestly a waste of my time, you should know what this is about and how your mother and I feel. Never forget this, and if you do and make similar mistakes, mark my words son, you won’t live another day without thinking about how much of a failure you’ll be.

Make me proud son,

Your father

“oh draco, i am so sorry.” y/n said, putting a heart to her chest. wanting to hug him, but not wanting to pass on her cold.

y/n notices a crumpled up piece of paper in draco’s other pocket, the paper looks similar to Mr. Malfoy’s letter.

“what’s that?” y/n asked, pointing to it.

draco sighs. “it’s not important..”

“yes it is.”

“no it isn’t, y/l/n.”

“can i read it anyway?”

“fine.”

draco pulls out the crumpled paper, unraveling it slowly, making sure not to rip it. before handing it to the y/h/c girl.

My dear boy,

You and I both know how your father feels about the situation involving the ‘Harry’ boy. Although I must agree the entirety of the situation including the boy is not only damaging to our families name — which is one of my more minor concerns, but it was also so incredibly immature and hurtful.

However, you must know my side of it, as my side of it is different from your fathers. Of course, I don’t and never will agree with how both of you boys handled it. But, what I do understand that everyone makes reckless mistakes. Even if you didn’t make the best choices, you are still my son, and since your my son it’s my job to teach you what mistakes to not make.

So take this as a lesson, I too will be just as mad as your father if something along the lines of this pops up. But you will always be my little boy, the boy I will forever cherish, so not one mistake can make me not love you.

Take it easy angel,

Mummy ♡

“awww!! she signs her letters to you ‘mummy’?” y/n squealed.

“shut up!” draco laughed, shoving her lightly.

the two send out a short chorus of laughs before they die down.

“but still, your mum makes a good point, why listen to your father at all when your mums clearly smarter?” y/n asked, confused.

“mum’s not as powerful as dad, he always gets the number 1 say.”

y/n let’s out a small “oh” and nods slightly.

“did i fix the attitude?” y/n questioned.

“i did not have an attitude!” draco says laughing as he smacks her shoulder softly.

“answer!”

“yes! my god!”

[casspurrjoybell-18]

The Vanilla Scented Rogue

*Warning Adult Content*

A S H T O N - B L A K E

Chapter 32: Stained

I laid limply on the hardwood flooring, my body filled to the brim with pain as I continued to be touched inappropriately by men who could only be described as vulgar and sickening. The men pressed me to the ground harshly, their fingers wrapped around my already bruised limbs as their laughs rang through my ears like how a bad song that was playing on repeat would. I felt weak as they grabbed onto me, each one of them laughing at my tears as if it caused them enjoyment to see and hear me crying out for them to stop.

As they continued to comment on my body and touch me in ways that would haunt me for the rest of my life, they made me feel like I deserved this. They made me feel like I deserved this pain even though they were the ones that deserved to feel nauseated for the actions committed tonight. They deserved to feel what I felt here tonight because I would never be able to un-feel their touches, their disgusting touches. I tried to keep my sobs quiet but my screams and pleas loud, if only the thoughts filling my head would stop distracting me from trying to stop my cries.

I hated knowing that the men holding me to the floor liked to hear me cry because that was how they knew they were the ones in power. I wanted to be the one that was in charge of the situation so that I could make them leave me laying helplessly on the floor... but what I wanted most was someone other than the men degrading me to hear me so they could take me away from the horrible situation I was stuck in. Tears were leaking from my eyes even when their hands disconnected from my skin, my limbs lying limply against the floor as they stood when they were finished with me. I opened my eyes when their laughs continued to get quieter, a gust of air leaving my lips as I stared up at the ceiling with tired eyes.

My body was tired, my voice weak from screaming and crying for what seemed like hours of misery. Semen dripped from my hole as I turned my head to the side, tears dripping down my cheeks as I watched the men walk away from my bruised body. I sat up slowly, my limbs aching as I scooted backwards towards the wall. I raised my legs slowly, pressing them against my chest as I tried my best to make my shirt hide my nakedness. My head was still turned as I wrapped my arms around my legs, watching as the six men walked away from me.

My back was pressed against the wall as tears continued to pour from my eyes, my tears salty as they touched my taste buds. Tears continued to flow down my cheeks as I listened to the men laugh and talk freely, their voices quiet as they continued to walk further away from me. They walked down the hallway like they hadn't destroyed my body's worth minutes before, most of them chuckling and laughing at the way I cried throughout their assault on me. The others, well, they were too busy buttoning and zipping up their pants to laugh at my pain.

I watched as they turned the corner, crying and trying not to hyperventilate as I tried to make myself seem as small as possible. I wanted to be invisible so no one else could hurt me. I didn't move from my spot on the hardwood flooring even when the men were out of site, I felt that everything would crumble around me if I moved and walked away. I stayed in the same position for what seemed like hours, my legs unable to straighten out in fear that more men would appear out of nowhere. I didn't want to be stuck in this hallway, the hallway I was attacked in but I was afraid that more men would come to torture me if I were to stand from the position that kept me safe.

I was alone at the moment. I wanted to be alone for the rest of my life in fear that others would use my body for their own selfish gain again. My shirt covered my genitals as I sat on the floor, my eyes catching on the bruises forming on my pale skin before darting to my other clothes that were lying just a few inches in-front of me. The items were ripped, the fabric torn and stained with the men's now dried semen. They were stained, like me. We were both stained with an action that could never be forgotten, even with time. I sat alone on the floor, my mind muddled and my eyes teary. It felt like hours had passed before I saw Benedict walking towards me, his facial expression confused and partially angry.

"I told you to stay in the room with Beatrix," he spoke, his voice soft as he bent down to my level even though his expression held another story.

He reached a hand out to me, his hand ready to rest on my shoulder when my body flinched away from his touch.

"Please don't touch me," I spoke, my voice quiet as I avoided his gaze.

I can't trust him anymore, he had the same parts attached to his body that the others did.

He can hurt me like how they hurt me.

"Why?" he asked, pulling his hand back as he continued to crouch to my level, staring at me with confusion clear in his pretty eyes.

His anger started to fade as he saw my tear stained cheeks, my mate's eyes filled with worry as he looked at me. He looked me up and down, his eyes examining my naked legs and the bruises covering most of my body.

"Why are you undressed?" he spoke, his eyes slowly moving away from me and to my stained clothes lying on the floor.

I didn't answer him, I couldn't even if I wanted to. I couldn't tell him that my dignity was stolen from me as I tried to protect his sister, it was impossible.

"Ash? What happened?" his voice was soft as he stared at me, his hand reaching forward to rest on my arm before I jumped up from my spot on the hardwood flooring.

My breathing was heavy as I pushed myself away from the wall, my back facing the way the six men had walked after they were done using me. I stared at my mate with teary eyes, fear filling me to the brim as we locked eyes. My heart was racing as I walked backwards, away from my mate who was still crouched in front of where I was sitting seconds ago. He stared at me with thin lips, his eyes confused as I backed away from him in nothing but an oversized shirt and a terrified expression. Semen ran down my thighs as I stared at him in horror, tears running down my cheeks as he narrowed his eyes. He stood after a few moments, his arms lying at his sides as we stared at each other.

"They... they..." my sentence broke off as my voice began to get weaker and weaker.

I felt as weak as my voice sounded.

"They what, baby?" he spoke softly, his eyes soon filling with a knowing look.

"Did they hurt you?"

"I tried my best to protect her and to protect her properly I... I had to hide her and show myself. They had heard us so to prevent her from being hurt again... I sacrificed myself. I didn't want her to be found so before showing myself... I made her stay in the room we were both supposed to stay in. I tried to run when they saw me but they caught me. I tried to defend myself... " my voice was shaky as I tried to explain what happened to Benedict, my words barely understandable as I continued

"But there were too many for me to fight off... so they... they raped me."

[softboiled-detective]

im surrounded by a few hundred ppl in this lecture hall and im like so close to busting out my sketchbook to finish drawing this disgustingly self indulgent yutaku inktober but like. do i dare draw ship art in public.... but also..... im so fuckin... bored

[sanisse]

What about a NSFW alphabet for our boy Lindir? Elrond wouldn’t want him to feel left out lol. Also, I mean, it’s Lindir, need I say more?

yessss I LOVE him. He's so heartbreakingly gorgeous. Lindir's one of my blorbos and I feel like he's criminally underrated.

Lindir NSFW Alphabet

small cw for mentions of uncomfortable/bad past experiences. 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Sleepy baby

No but really he has such a difficult time staying awake after sex. He’s also kind of no thoughts head empty/a little dumb. Embarrassingly easy to fuck stupid. 

If he’s subbing (which is often) subspace and subsequent sub-drop lasts a long time for him and he requires a lot of aftercare. 

Very clingy. Please hold him and give him forehead smoochies. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Tbh Lindir’s kind of insecure about his body? I think if you were to ask him, he would say he really likes his eyes. He genuinely thinks they’re pretty (they are!) and likes that about himself even if he isn’t super proud of the rest of himself.

He’s a body-worship guy so really he likes every part of you, but he does have a hand and finger kink so expect a lot of palm/wrist/hand kisses and sucking on fingers. It gets him going. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

opaque but very runny, doesn’t come a lot. Just a little splatter, really. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a number of kinks he finds embarrassing and worries about (but we aren’t here to kinkshame him!!). BIG consent play kink, mild pissing kink, big cockwarming/objectification kink, gigantic humiliation kink. He’s such a kinky little bastard and he so deeply wants to just be used. 

But more specifically on the lines of a dirty little secret: he so desperately wants Elrond to use him. I cannot even describe how much he thinks about this. No thoughts head empty. Definitely masturbates about it. Elrond has definitely caught him masturbating to this. He just deeply longs to be fucked over Elrond’s desk in his study. I don’t make the rules. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not super experienced. He hasn’t been around the block a lot and actually has some bad past experiences with male partners. It was a shock to him to discover that bottoming isn’t supposed to be painful. 

As a result he’s easy to accidentally bully in the bedroom & bad at communicating and requires a very careful gentle partner (even if he does, in his heart of hearts, want someone to just fuck the shit out of him. Please be gentle with him to start!! Good communication and proper consent is new to him!!) 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

When bottoming/receiving: missionary or-- not entirely if sure if this has some kind of official name, but spooning? With him being the little spoon. He also likes prone bone. Basically anything where he’s getting smothered and held. :) He prefers to bottom. 

If he’s topping (which he’s good at but doesn’t prefer, but will do if asked), he still likes spooning and missionary. He also really likes cowgirl and reverse cowgirl because he still feels like he’s bottoming. He gets kind of worried that he isn’t doing a good job so he prefers his partners to take their pleasure into their own hands if at all possible. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious isn’t the right word but he’s very worshipful. He can get kind of anxious or worried very easily, though, and hyperfocused on making things good for his partner. It’s difficult to get him to relax. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Completely hairless absolutely everywhere but his head and the smallest little happy trail on his stomach. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Needy, worshipful, attentive, adoring. He is simultaneously the best and worst partner you might ever have. When Lindir is really secure and confident in the bedroom he is just-- *chef’s kiss* wide saucer eyes that are only for you, so much oral (SO MUCH ORAL). He wants to kiss you, hold you, touch you, pleasure you. He will figure out everything you like as fast as he can and do all of it.

When he’s unconfident, though, he can be very stressed out, uncertain, and anxious. Has definitely had a panic attack once or twice during sex from the sheer worry that he isn’t being good for his partner. Again-- he requires a lot of patience, love, and reassurance due to past experiences. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

His masturbation exclusively includes fantasies of his current partner. He’s very private and very embarrassed about his masturbatory habits and will be shy about it if caught. He doesn’t like to masturbate in front of his partners (unless it’s in a bdsm context and he’s been told to and then it’s very hot for him). 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Lindir’s just a kinky little bastard. As previously mentioned: he has a consent play kink and an objectification/humiliation kink. He also melts over being told he’s being good, though! Praise kink goes hand in hand with his humiliation kink and he can come from either.

He has an oral fixation and has come from giving oral as well. Multiple times. He literally doesn’t even need to touch himself. Specifically especially if he’s getting his throat fucked by Elrond his partner and his partner comes? It’s enough to make him come: his partner’s pure pleasure at his expense.

He also may or may not have a daddy/mommy kink which he’s not super aware of but two certain someones may fulfill for him. 

OH and how could I forget: he has a free use, gangbang, and breeding kink that all go hand in hand together. He’s WAY too shy to act on all but the breeding kink of his own volition but if his partner figures out about the gangbang/free use fantasy he’ll be an utter mess for them. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He actually really likes the thrill/humiliation of semi-public spaces, but private rooms are more conducive to all the cuddles he likes post-sex. 

Very partial to being held and fucked in the bathtub. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Exertion of dominance. Commands. Even the smallest little things from a partner (folding clothes/doing chores, helping them get dressed/undressed, etc). 

Collar him. He will melt.

Kiss his neck. Tell him he looks pretty. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Substitution (please don’t pretend he’s someone else even in a kinky way. It hurts him). 

Degradation/name calling that goes too far. A little degradation/name calling is very fun for him, but don’t make it super personal. And keep away from any insults that mock his sexual skill (some people really like being made to feel inadequate. He’s not one of them). He’s more of a “please call me a whore” than a “please tell me I’m a useless pathetic mess” degradation kink person. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Uh yeah. This is one of his favorite things.

Like honestly it might be his favorite.

Don’t get me wrong he does really like sex but he also just...???? LOVES giving oral. Doesn’t matter if he’s eating pussy or sucking cock it’s just his favorite thing. Smother him. Hold him down. Fuck his face. Use him. 

Alternatively, lie back and let him pleasure you for hours. He’ll do it happily.

Alternatively-alternatively: he absolutely loves being a cockwarmer. It sends him into subspace in point five seconds.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When topping: slow, passionate, very gentle as a default. Can fuck hard if asked but doesn’t naturally default this way.

When bottoming he is just dying to be fucked within an inch of his life. But will unconsciously melt and cry if you just make love to him (he forgets it’s a thing and just...yeah he’ll melt). 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickie ambivalent. The problem with quickies is that he really likes to be held/cuddled after sex and quickies aren’t super conducive to this. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

VERY experimentation positive. He loves trying new things! He can be nervous but is a very good sport about new stuff.

It’s hard to get him to admit that he wants to try something new, though. It takes a lot of coaxing and he’s easily embarrassed. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Comes extremely fast but doesn’t really ever seem to flag. 

Like, embarrassingly fast lmao. You could lightly blow on him and he’d come if he’s worked up. This is why he actually really likes cock rings and cock-cages. 

HOWEVER, like I said: he can come and come and come and come. One after the other after the other. This does get extremely tiring and he can easily accidentally be pushed into overdoing it. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh he owns a LOT of toys and is very shy about it.

Lindir’s a size queen. The toys in his underwear drawer are extremely large and he’d absolutely die if anyone found them. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing ambivalent. Positive but ambivalent. He doesn’t like to tease his partners since their orgasms are honestly what gets him off, but he will tease if asked to. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is LOUD.

Adorable, but loud. High pitched whimpers, mewls, gasps, moans. Will yelp and scream. Tends to be very incoherant when he’s turned on so don’t expect any sentences. Just lots of begging and praise but mostly little whines and mewls. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Fantasizes about being asked to take care of Elrond’s guests for him.

Elrond would never ask him to DO such a thing of course! But Elrond has absolutely entertained this fantasy for him and it was very fun for all parties involved. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s small. It’s really cute, actually. About four and a half inches and average girth. Pale with a cute blush-pink head. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Two words.

Horny. Bastard.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Uh.

I’m pretty sure he’s fallen asleep during sex.