#i just want viper in expensive dresses

[nana7esque]

vampire viper in lingerie for a late halloween art.

[palioom]

stripes of a tiger

summary: pregnant with your first child, you cannot help but criticize your changing body. oberyn knows just how to help, not allowing any ill thoughts about yourself.

pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader word count: 3.9k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but nicknames); body worship; oral (f receiving); fingering; unprotected p in v; pregancy; mention of self esteem issues; some biting; husband oberyn being the sweetest

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A deep and heavy sigh was the first thing Oberyn heard when he entered their shared bedchambers. Long, drawn out and loaded with a variety of emotions he wished to explore, wished to know the cause of.

It made him wonder what ailed her today, his beautiful, pregnant wife. Round with his child for the first time, looking more stunning with each passing day, but also growing meaner by the hour.

He knew about the sudden bouts of changing moods by now, becoming more irritated and more emotional by the day.

Testing his limits anew and anew.

But he loved her either way, all these little things making him chuckle, excited to be on this journey with her.

“My sun.” He said with a wide smile as he found her, hands on her round belly, standing in front of the large mirror in the corner.

Dressed in a thin, orange dress, adorned with hundreds of jewels and pearls, glittering as she turned from side to side.

Stunning, so gorgeous and beautiful and-

His smile faded when he saw the expression on her face.

Furrowed brows, teeth worrying her bottom lip. 

Tears in her eyes.

“My sun.” His voice was softer now, gentle. 

Body sliding against hers, chest flush with her back, his broad hands sliding over her beautiful belly. 

Dark eyes following her gaze, landing on said belly through the mirror.

“What is wrong, my love?” Oberyn asked, soft and gentle. Lips finding her exposed shoulder and pressing a kiss to it.

Eyes trying to find hers.

“Why is my gorgeous wife looking at her round stomach full of our child with such sadness and contempt?” 

Her eyes snapped up to his now, a few tears falling, leaving wet streaks across her cheeks.

How was she to tell him why?

His body felt comforting against hers, his hands warm on her belly. 

That belly that was the cause for all of this.

Could she tell him about her sorrows without him being mad?

When she didn’t answer, he tried again.

“What is bothering you so, my sun?” Still soothing and gentle. The way he only ever was with her. “What is darkening your light? Your Prince demands that you tell him.”

That made her chuckle, the sound mixing into a small sob, bottom lip quivering.

These damn mood swings.

“Will you promise not to be mad?” She asked, her hands splaying over his on her stomach.

He nodded.

Whatever could bother her that made her think he could get mad at her?

As if he could get mad at her for anything.

She was his everything, his world, the stars in the sky, his sun.

“You still love me like this, don’t you?” 

The question took him by surprise, brows furrowing for a moment.

Why would she ask him such a thing? Wasn’t it obvious, the way he doted on her?

Whatever she wished for, she received, nothing was too expensive or too demanding when it came to her.

He told her how much he loved her every night, tried to make her feel his love when he was buried deep inside of her.

If she wanted fruit only found in Essos, she would get them. Necklaces, earrings, gowns.

There wasn't a thing Oberyn wouldn't do for his beloved wife.

Apparently, it wasn’t enough.

“Of course, my love. How couldn’t I?” He replied, kissing her neck but still holding her gaze through the mirror. “What makes you say such things?”

She looked onto the floor, taking a deep breath.

“I simply feel unwell with my body, my viper.” Voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear her. “The scars from my skin tearing, my back aches and… I have become huge. Huge and fat and unbecoming.”

The words tore at his heart, pulling her against himself tighter.

His beautiful wife, carrying his child inside of her, radiant and glowing and so unbelievably stunning.

And she hated herself so much, her body which was providing life, which let them have a family of their own.

He sighed deeply, hands wandering under the thin fabric to feel her skin, the small grooves which adorned her body.

Like a tiger’s stripes.

“My lovely sun.” Oberyn said, calm and soft, like he was speaking to something so delicate and sweet that a single misstep would make it crumble and wither. “Look at me, please, my love.”

She hesitated, tears dripping off her nose and onto her stomach. Didn’t want to see him disappointed or mad at her.

Of all the things, she never wanted her viper’s anger, even though he had promised to never let his fangs sink into her, only those who wished to harm them.

“Look at me, my dove.”

She did, raising her gaze, finding his face.

Towering over her, eyes sharp and dark and so soft still. Only for her.

How had she gotten so lucky with him?

“You have become huge, because you carry our child within you.” His hands rubbed over her belly again, soft and slow. “A sign of something good, something wonderful. With each passing day that you grow bigger, my love for you grows as well, my dear.”

Tears welled up in her eyes at his words, his face becoming blurry.

“I know you do not believe me, you stubborn woman never do. You are far from unbecoming, even with a little plumpness to your likeness.”

She smiled just a little, even if she did not entirely believe him, like he said.

The talk she had overheard from other Lords who called their wives the most awful things when pregnant with their children had made her expectant of similar talk from her future husband.

That she would be too huge, too unattractive for her husband to even look at her in such a state. Skin ripping, too heavy, the extra weight settling on her chin and in her legs.

Oberyn wasn’t like this, but she couldn’t shake this feeling that deep down, he was recoiled by her appearance, rather seeking out other people.

“Your glow intensifies with every day, and I could never feel disgusted by you. I have married the most exquisite woman in all of Westeros and Essos combined, and you have only become more beautiful ever since your belly started growing.”

He placed kisses against her neck, onto her shoulder, feeling the shiver that ran down her spine.

His touch wandered, away from her belly and over her hips, fingers running over her thick thighs.

“I enjoy your thighs around my head, when they snap shut while you’re in the throes of pleasure.” A kiss just below her ear made her knees wobble. “Any man would be happy to find death between them, suffocating just to feel the warmth of them.”

Then, his hands wandered back up to her ass, unable to escape the urge of grabbing a handful, hearing her inhale sharply.

“Your bottom, moving so enticingly when you walk in front of me, teasing me without meaning to.” His lips were on her ear now, voice low. “When I could still have you on all fours, seeing it shake with every thrust, every time I buried myself deep inside of you.”

It was like her skin was on fire when his hands wandered up, over her sides to her full breasts, sensitive and aching.

“Your breasts, so soft and beautiful, have grown heavier. The sight of them practically spilling out of your gowns is one I never wish to lose.” When he licked over the shell of her ear, the softest whimper escaped her. “Full and begging for my hands and my mouth. How they move when you’re spread open on your back for me.”

She felt the wetness between her legs as he groped at her, the throbbing. That low pressure in her abdomen, like a fire that was just waiting to lose control inside her.

“Let me show you just how much I love you, whatever shape your body may assume.”

Oberyn slowly spun her around in his arms, cupping her cheeks in his large palms and kissed her, passionate but gentle.

He couldn’t let her believe that she was anything other than the most magnificent woman he had ever seen and that her body was not deserving of the scrutiny she directed at herself.

She hummed into the kiss, eyes closed and her hands came to rest at his waist, steadying herself.

Tasting like berries and the sweetest wine, making her crave both as his tongue slipped into her mouth, a welcome taste.

Always so sweet, despite his name.

The Red Viper.

Slowly he guided her over to their bed, and she was glad when she felt the soft mattress hitting the back of her legs, her feet hurting from standing for too long.

When she sat down on it, he never broke the kiss, moving down with her and then further, finding his place between her spread legs on his knees, her hands now in his dark hair.

She wanted him so desperately, so sensitive and aching already. 

“My viper, I want you.” She moaned when his lips trailed over her jaw and down to her neck.

He smirked against her skin, a soft laugh leaving Oberyn and his hands found their way to the straps of her dress, toying with them and feeling the expensive fabric.

“I know you do, my dove.” Pushing one strap down agonisingly slow, breath hot on her skin, adding to the heat in her body. “I assume you’re wetter and warmer than the Narrow Sea.”

She whined when he bit her neck, gently so there was the faintest mark of his teeth embedded into it.

“But I will not make it easy for you, my sun. My wife has to learn just how beautiful she is first, then she can have me.”

He always knew how to torture, fan the fires inside of her until they could burn her alive before taming them in a way only he could.

The other strap was pushed off her shoulder as well, sliding them down her arms and making the orange fabric pool in her lap, still covering her round belly but exposing her breasts.

“Just look at them.” He said, leaning back so he could cup them with his hands, just barely spilling over at this point. The glint in his eyes as he looked at them, squeezing slightly, made her feel warm.

When he looked up at her, he raised a brow.

“Look at them.”

She did, letting her eyes fall down, seeing how his hands couldn’t contain them fully.

But all she could really see were the tears in her skin, dark and ragged. Not something she could find joy or beauty in.

He saw the emotions flash over her face and it made him mad. Mad and upset, but not at her.

Never at her.

He ducked forward, placing kisses over her breasts, his fingers pinching her hard nipples and making her moan.

“Do you wish to know what I think?” He said, looking up at her. His tongue traced over the grooves of her stretch marks, biting and sucking at the soft skin.

She watched him, mesmerized by how much care he put into this, so attentive.

“These scars remind me of a tiger’s stripes, a beautiful and unique pattern adorning your skin, my sun.” The words made her feel warm, it was something she had never thought about before. “And you will be a mother with just as much fierceness as that of a tiger once our child is born. Still strong and gracious.”

Her heart beat fast in her chest, thrumming against her ribcage with such a force that she was certain it could simply break through.

It was a nice thought, her marks like that of a tiger.

A beautiful animal, she felt honoured he thought of her that way.

One of his hands made room for his mouth, his soft, wet tongue finding her nipple and flicking over it while his hand wandered lower, pushing up her skirts.

She felt him inch up her inner thigh from her knee, fingertips rough, tracing the same tears there as it went higher.

Her legs spread wider, feeling him smile against her skin, mouth still on her breast as his fingers found her middle.

Wet and waiting, hips jerking just from the faintest touch to her lips.

“Oberyn.” She threw her head back as she whined, fingers curling into her hair and tugging. “Please.”

He let two fingers glide through her folds, barely nudging against her swollen clit, ready for him.

“You’re dripping for me, my love.” His lips found hers again, swallowing her gasp as he pressed his fingers against her, moving them in small motions. “Like a waterfall of the sweetest nectar anyone could ever wish for.”

Removing them again, he brought his fingers to his lips, licking her wetness off of one with a deep hum and a wicked smile, then presenting the other finger to her.

“Taste yourself, how could anyone dislike this?” 

And he watched as she wrapped her lips around his thick finger, tongue cleaning up her slick with a hum not unlike his.

Looking so needy and desperate as she sucked on his finger, his dick twitching in his breeches at the sight.

But this was about her, only her, her body and her pleasure.

Removing them and one again finding her clit, she held his gaze as he pressed down harder, watched her eyes flutter but not look away.

“How did it taste?” One eyebrow raised, his other hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Tell me, isn’t it the sweetest thing you have ever tasted?”

She couldn’t deny that there was something about the way she tasted that was… good. Never better than Dornish wine or the berries she was brought every day.

But good in a depraved way.

She nodded, biting her lip as he sped up his movements just a little, wishing he would push his fingers inside of her instead.

“Speak up, love. Tell me.”

“Yes.” She breathed out, whimpering when she felt him speed up again for a second, then moving down to her aching hole. Desperate for him, fluttering around nothing. “It tastes good, my viper.”

Oberyn hummed, pleased with her answer.

Pushing two fingers inside her, she leaned back, bracing herself on her hands. 

She couldn’t see his fingers, moving slowly in and out of her, spreading her open. Thick and long, curling up into that spot that made her unravel every time.

“Always so wet and warm and tight for me.” He grinned, kissing all over her breasts again, letting his tongue run over the grooves. “So beautiful and full.”

The sounds that left her were music to his ears, soft whimpers and throaty moans and he really wanted to undress her and take her. Her new curves only made him more excited, the wet sounds from her beautiful cunt only adding to it.

Wetting his fingers, squeezing them tight.

“Full with my child, my sun. Pretty and round, still swallowing my fingers like the greedy thing you are.”

She was close, hips rolling weakly against his hand.

“Please, Oberyn- You fuck me so well.”

Her voice was soft and breathy, turning into a small whine that hitched in her throat as he bit her nipple.

Suddenly, his mouth was gone from her breast and his fingers gone from inside her, leaving her feeling empty and a sound of protest bubbled in her throat.

Then she felt it, his tongue on her, eagerly licking up her folds while his hands kept tracing the tears on her skin.

Warm and talented on her clit, making her whine louder.

Talented in more ways than one, sharp like the spear he wielded, like the dagger in its sheath on his hip, but also so gentle and soft, like the velvet of her favourite gowns.

When he sucked on the sensitive bud, the fire inside her burned bright, engulfing her as it spread through her veins, her legs closing around his head, hearing his muffled sounds and feeling the vibrations of his voice.

He lapped up all she gave him eagerly, hand wrapping around her trembling thighs as she moaned his name, loud, uncaring if anyone heard outside.

Slowly bringing her down, at some point opening her thighs forcefully when he felt the need to breathe again, he sat back, looking up at her.

Mouth and chin wet, devilish smirk on his face.

“Sweeter than any wine.” He whispered before pressing his lips against hers, tugging her dress down over her belly so it sat at her hips. 

Hand smoothing over them, finding the grooves stretched tightly.

“Maybe I should call you my Tiger now. You are ferocious enough for the title."

His chuckle deep and voice smooth.

She joined in on the laughter, mind dazed and chasing his lips when he pulled away to stand.

“I like Sun more, Oberyn.”

Nodding his head towards the middle of their huge bed, he helped her get there, taking off her dress as he did.

“You can carry many titles, my dove.” His hands opened the belt hanging over his hips, letting it fall to the floor with a loud jingle before he shrugged his bright yellow tunic off of his shoulders, baring his muscular chest.

Oberyn watched her sit there, in all her naked glory as her eyes travelled over his body. Still as infatuated and hungry for him as on their first night together so many, many moons ago.

Finding the dark trail of hair that vanished under his breeches.

She did feel a bit self-conscious next to him like this, rubbing her belly as she watched him open his trousers, revealing his hard cock, already leaking for her.

Again, he saw the emotions on her face, the slight furrow of her brow, the way her eyes just became a little bit sad.

“I suppose it takes more to convince you stubborn woman.” He chuckled, moving over to her, helping her lay down on her side.

Oberyn grabbed a pillow to put under her head and some more to put under her belly, making her sigh as she got more comfortable.

“I can not understand how you could hate your body this much.” 

Trailing kisses down her neck to her shoulder, he let his teeth graze over her skin, wandering lower and lower.

Cupping one of her breasts and giving it some attention amidst her soft gasps.

She watched him, focused on his task as he reached her belly, her hand in his hair as he let his lips wander over every inch of her.

“Your stunning, round belly. Holding life for our family, our child.” 

Wandering to her side, to her hips.

“I can not wait to see you grow again, and again, my sun. You are stunning, so magnificent.”

Kissing further down, biting her ass softly and making her moan and writhe below him.

“Oberyn, my love, please, I need you.”

His nose dragged over her back as he kissed up her spine, settling behind her, shifting closer until he was flush with her, his erection pressing against her ass.

“You have me, my dove, you will always have me.”

Taking himself in hand, he guided himself against her, groaning against the back of her neck when he slowly pushed in.

Her moan mingled with his sound, reaching behind her to grab his hip, needing to hold onto something that weren’t the sheets. 

Slowly moving his hips, she leaned back into him, moans wanton as he dragged his cock in and out of her, hand on her belly.

“My beautiful wife.” He groaned, feeling her squeeze him tight, trying to rock back into him. “Round with my child, so gorgeous and glowing.”

Even he lost his sanity once inside her, her cunt intoxicating and her sounds music to his ears, kissing and nipping at the back of her neck.

“You feel so good, my viper, please.” 

He did make her feel good, with his words and with his body.

She felt desirable with the way he fucked into her, the way he held her, grunting against her neck and biting her skin.

“Your pretty, tight cunt is so wet for me, my sun.” Oberyn rasped, pulling her against him tighter, thrusts harsh and rough. “Like you want me to fill you again, when you’re still round but you already wish for my seed again, don’t you?”

The way she clenched around him told him all he needed to know, her high pitched whine falling from her lips.

“I can not wait to fuck another baby into you, watch your beautiful body swell with my seed again, my dove. You would like that as well, right?”

More nodding, mind hazy as that fire inside of her grew once more, fanned by his words, by his body.

“Yes, Oberyn, please!”

His hand went between her legs to find her clit, her leg lifting to help him and he rubbed tight circles into it.

“Let me feel you, my tiger, strangle my cock with your tight cunt.”

She came with a dragged out moan, trembling and soaking his cock, the fire burning her up from the inside again while he kept rutting into her, praising her over and over and over.

“Like that, my pregnant, beautiful wife, my sun.”

Then he stilled against her, coming with a deep groan and she felt him twitch inside her, spilling himself.

Kissing her shoulder as he calmed down, still rubbing her belly, her thigh, still buried inside her.

Just enjoying her heavy breaths for a few more moments, her warmth.

Until he finally pulled out, carefully.

“Do you believe me now, my tiger?” He said, leaning on one elbow and gently pulled on her shoulder so she could face him. Slotting his lips against her own.

She hummed into it, her hand cupping his cheek.

“A little more, yes.” 

His eyes were loving as he looked down at her, but also mischievous, as always.

“But perhaps I need a little more convincing.” She giggled, watching him break into a wide grin, laughing with her.

“I will convince you as many times as I need to, my tiger.” He replied, his knuckles brushing over her cheek. “Until you believe me that there is nothing to hate about your changing body, for all that is changing now is to bring us our child, every tear in your skin a sign of your love and devotion.”

Tears welled in her eyes at his words, feeling too emotional in the afterglow, but still smiled.

“Our viperling.” 

“Our viperling, yes.”

He kissed her again, his hand moving to her stomach. 

Right now she looked like one of the Gods themselves, with that gentle smile that tugged at her lips and her lidded eyes as she looked at him. Hair tousled and her skin flushed a dark crimson still.

“I do not wish to find you sunken in doubt ever again, my sun. You will find me first and I will help you forget about whatever plagues your mind.” His eyes were still gentle but with a certain seriousness in them. “Do you promise me? You are like one of the Gods, sculpted so magnificently that I allow no doubts about this.”

She sighed but nodded, drawing him in for another kiss.

“I promise, Oberyn. I love you.”

Kissing her forehead, he settled back behind her, nose buried in her hair as he pulled her against him.

“And I love you, my sun, my tiger.”

Hand on her belly, feeling the faint movements.

“No matter how big or how small, you will always be my beautiful wife.”

[undiscovered-horizon]

Amendmends - Kaz Brekker x Reader

[Part II]

[contains vulgar language]

SUMMARY: When two of your thugs get into a fight at the Slat, you have to go apologize in person. The owner seems suspiciously happy to have you indebted to him.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.9k

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“You did what?!”

The two men flinch. Feeling too humiliated to look the incandescent bull in the eye, they resort to twiddling their thumbs and riveting their gazes into the cracked, wooden floor. They’re not greenhorns and neither are they unfamiliar with your character, so it’s unclear why they ever thought this confrontation would go in any way differently. Perhaps some juvenile naivety told them this moment would, simply, never come.

“We got into a fight,” one of them repeats. Fear makes his voice waver, resounding a lot quieter than the first time he announced their misdeed. The humiliation only gnaws further at his heart as the boy involuntarily relives all of the reprimands he had received from his parents.

His partner in crime lets out a defeated sigh. The man nudges his friend and whispers: “Come on, Sorokin, she’ll know anyway.” With a sour expression on his face, he lifts his gaze to look at the woman standing behind the desk. Your nostrils are flared as you breathe hard trying to maintain composure. The unfaltering scowl you wear so well makes him gulp. “We started a fight at the Slat. One of the patrons was cheating, wasn’t even doing it very well, so we thought it was our civic duty to put it to a stop.”

You lean forward ever so slightly, hinging on your arms. Although you’re in all ways smaller than them, it doesn’t affect their fright:  wolves, after all, also seem not as big when they're preparing to pounce. Words leave your mouth like venom slowly dripping from a viper’s fangs: “You have no fucking civic duty on the Crows’ turf, you bellend.”

“Boss, we-”

Sorokin immediately stops talking when you raise your hand in a quieting gesture. You close your eyes and clench the raised hand into a fist. Only after a slow, deep breath can you continue:

“Just shut your mouth while you still can move it freely. I don’t care for your excuses and promises to do better because I’m the one who has to go to Kaz Brekker and apologize on your behalf.” You push yourself away from the decorative, engraved desk. Unknowingly, you’re shaking your head, looking away from the two bullyboys for a moment. In a gesture of frustration, you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Saints only know what he’ll want for giving up retaliation,” you say under your breath. A moment of tense, reflective silence goes by before your gaze returns to the two men. The scowl immediately reappears. “What’re you standing here for? Fuck off.”

With a flick of your wrist, the crooks bolt out the door, praising the Saints that they get to see another day. Maybe they are the ones scrubbing the floors pro bono for the next two weeks but at least they’re alive. Considering the genius loci of Ketterdam, that is as good as anything.

Jesper and Inej do not pay attention to the constant opening and closing of doors to the Slat - there’s no point. Their curiosity, however, is piqued when the noise of the lively club becomes muffled and cheering turns into low murmurs and grunts. Although positioned in completely different places, they simultaneously look towards the entrance, wondering what menace could strike reluctance into the heartless thugs of the Barell.

As expected as it wasn’t, considering the area, it’s a woman. In an utter lack of taste and respect for social etiquette, you’re dressed in rather expensive men’s clothing. You even have a decorative cane with a panther’s head on top, although the item is strangely short, suggesting that it’s more of a status symbol than a mobility aid. Golden accessories, proof of acquired wealth, glimmer in the low, yellow lights of the club. 

“Should we do something?” Inej whispers to Jesper, making him flinch in surprise. Really, how is she doing it time and time again?

“No way, Inej,” he laughs dryly at the notion. “It’s the Golden Panther herself. We’ve no bad blood with her and let’s hope it can stay that way.”

The name isn't in any way the stranger's own incentive - only what the victims saw right before being knocked out cold: golden, heavy rings and a black tattoo of a roaring panther on the back of your hand. Some of the more egotistic goons in Ketterdam try to mimic the artwork with other supposedly dangerous animals but it never has the same ominous feeling.

“Then why is she walking straight towards us?”

His gaze returns to the unexpected guest. Inej is right - in an unbothered stroll, you’re making your way to them. When the Panther’s stern, cold gaze meets his, the man feels anxiety building up in his chest. If Kaz had a sister, that would be her. In any other circumstances, he’d laugh at that thought but with the fiend in front of him, humour has somehow fled.

Jesper slowly puts down his drink, his other hand mindlessly resting on top of the revolver behind his belt. “I don’t know but I don’t like this.”

Inej scrunches her nose. "I always imagined it’s a man."

"Well, I thought she'd be, you know, bigger,” Jesper says in a hushed voice. The Slat is strangely quiet and you’re sure to hear his comment if he speaks any louder. “Considering Panther and all."

You stop in front of them. Physique-wise, you don’t seem very threatening to either of the Crows. No, it’s something in the air, as though your presence elicits some kind of aura that makes people want to flee from sight, noisy lowlifes become as meek as sheep. Jesper wonders if this is how aristocrats and politicians feel when someone mentions the Queen of Beggars.

Golden Panther looks between the two of them. In an unexpectedly polite fashion, both of your hands are holding the decorative cane. After a moment, your gaze stops on Jesper. You look him up and down but he’s unsure whether he should feel threatened or flattered.

“You’re the one who got into that fight yesterday, aren’t you?” you finally ask.

Oh, that.

Jesper grips the gun tighter. “Yeah, that would be me.”

You put your hand into the pocket of your dress trousers, apathetic eyes still set on him, and pull out a wad of banknotes. Without looking at them, never even thinking to count the amount, you lay it next to his drink on the bar counter.

“For the trouble. Buy yourself something nice. Where’s the owner?”

“In his office,” Jesper answers with a vague motion of his hand.

With a curt nod of your head, you leave the two Crows to find the man you’ve been truly looking for. When you’re out of earshot, the stairs creaking under your weight, Jesper turns to Inej:

“Did I just get pocket money from Lady Belladonna?” he asks in a hushed voice.

“I’m afraid you did.”

Immediately, he grabs the wad of cash, counting the banknotes. His eyes only grow wider as the stack of 50s doesn’t seem to end - Jesper Fahey is suddenly something of a rich man.

You don’t knock. The door swings open and Kaz is about to tell off anyone who’s disturbing him when he notices you standing on the threshold. Without a word of either warning or welcome, he grabs his cane. Twisting off the top of your staff, you pull the accessory slightly apart, revealing a sharp blade hidden inside.

“Show me yours, tough guy. Bet mine’s bigger,” you jest. Then you close the cane and Kaz, although hesitant, lets go of his. “I come in peace.” 

“What brings you here?” he asks impatiently.

You take a deep breath and sigh. The chair in front of him is left vacant but considering the reason for your visit, it would be impolite to sit around. “I’d like to apologize.” Kaz raises his eyebrows in surprise. He knows the business well enough to know that people of your sort don’t adhere to courtesy often. “The fight that broke out yesterday? My boys. They weren’t supposed to be here but that doesn’t change anything. What’s done is done and since they wear claws around their necks, they’re my responsibility.”

For a moment you look away, biting the inside of your cheek. It’s the right thing to do but Saints’ mercy, is it humiliating. Kaz doesn’t say anything, curious anticipation egging him to let the tense silence squeeze the truth out of you.

You look at him again. The anger of having to fawn on someone makes you tighten the grip on your cane. "I can pay you for the damages but I can't undo the injuries or the fucking headache. Instead, I'm offering you my service. One job, no matter how bloody insane, I'll do it. Just leave my boys alone."

Kaz sits back in his chair, taking in the fascinating turn of events. In all of your demimonde courtesy, you’ve done exactly what he had expected you to do. You swear there’s a shadow of a grin creeping unto his face and that’s when you realize you’ve probably manoeuvred yourself into a problematic, inescapable corner. If half of the stories they say about him are true, you’re going to shake hands with death herself in the nearest future, probably more than once.

A scoff flies past your lips. You look at him through squinted eyes but he doesn’t seem to mind that. Why would he? He just scored a jackpot without stepping out of his office.

“I know that look, Brekker,” you stress the sudden lack of courtesy. “You’ve been waiting for this moment your whole fucking life, haven’t you? The Golden Panther at your beck and call.”

“There is one job that will utilize your methods,” he puts a strange, although meaningful stress on the word, “but it’s nothing sure for now.”

He plays his cards well. So well, in fact, that you can’t tell whether he’s honest or bluffing. The only thing you are sure of is that if he lives up to his name, Kaz is bound to have some kind of ace up his sleeve, even if it’s unadulterated rage - he will either find or create a problem for you to solve, never as much as entertain the thought of passing up on your offer.

There is simply no way that a man of his skill and expertise doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing. Like those miserable churchgoers praying to the Saints for a sign, you too now have to obediently await the fateful word of Kaz Brekker. You’re a fiddle and through your own goodwill, you have appointed him a fucking virtuoso.

“I’ll be anticipating your word, Brekker,” you grit the last bits of politeness through your teeth. “In the meantime, don’t try to think about me too often. Might neglect your business and the panther…” your voice trails off and you shrug with faux innocence, “The panther only needs to find you once.”

“It’s a bold assumption that I spend any minute of my time thinking about you.”

“Well, you’re doing it now, aren’t you?” The cocky smile on your face only annoys him. “До свидания,” you throw while vaguely saluting at him.

When the door shuts behind you, Kaz lets out a frustrated sigh. You’re going to make this whole operation incomparably easier for him - that is, if he doesn’t kills you first. For the sake of his sanity.

[multifand0midi07]

Bonita

Valeria and Reader go undercover at a cartel party to find information. Codename: Viper

TW: Violence, kissing/making out, smut, fingering, NSFW, MDNI 18+ only

Viper was completely out of her element.

Valeria had to practically hold her down to get her dressed and ready for the gala. An elegant dress, press on nails, heels, etc. She would kill to have been able to just wear a nice blouse and jeans.

Viper's eyes scanned over the party, shoulders tense and hands folded in her lap.

"Relax, you're so tense." Valeria rested a hand on her shoulder, checking her out shamelessly.

"I can't help it, boss." She huffed, rolling her shoulders and trying to relax. "Do I have to wear all this? Makes me feel vulnerable, and open to male conversation."

"Just keep it together for a few hours, nena." Valeria laughed, sipping her cocktail. "We don't want all my hard work to go to waste. Just play it off, you're having the time of your life."

"What, you can't tell i'm having fun?" Viper said sarcastically.

"Hey. Relax, okay? And stop fidgeting." She hissed, eyes darting around. "The whole point of this is to blend in. You can't do that if you look like you have a stick up your ass."

"Yes, boss. Sorry." Viper pursed her lips and sighed, relaxing.

"Better." Valeria purred. "Now you look like someone to take advantage of."

Viper held back her disgust, then noticed a man smiling and watching her from across the way, his eyes scanning over her. "Oh, Mami. Please don't tell me I have to flirt with a man."

"You wanted to come with me, bonita." Valeria rolled her eyes and huffed. "It's what the job calls for, baby. Now stop complaining and go." She chuckled and nudged her forward.

"Rather flirt with you." Viper murmured, adjusting herself before walking towards the man.

Valeria laughed and watched her go, eyes locked on her ass.

She found the man eagerly waiting for her, taking her hand as she approached and kissing it. "Hello, beautiful."

"Hi...handsome." Viper cleared her throat and shifted her weight.

"Can I buy you a drink?" The man asked, putting his arm around her and pulling her close, clearly in need for her company.

Viper could feel Valeria staring a hole in her back from across the room. She was definitely getting revenge for having to flirt with a man later. "Sure, why not?" She shot a look at Valeria.

"Perfect." He hummed and directed her back to the bar, ordering two martinis and sitting next to her.

Viper felt the man place his hand on her thigh, grabbing his drink and taking a sip while she completely downed hers.

"Woah, slow down sweetheart. I need you to remember things."

"Sorry, long day." She lied and scooted closer.

"So what brings you here tonight, pretty lady?" He asked, his hand slipping further up her thigh.

Viper held back her disgust and plastered a smile on her face. "Oh, my friend brought me. We needed to get out of the house."

"Oh, where is she?" He looked around.

"Bathroom, had to refresh her makeup." She lied.

"Y'know, sweetheart. You look like you enjoy expensive things." He smirked, his hand nearing the apex of her thighs. "With my job, I can give you anything you want."

She tilted her head, feigning interest. "Really, what's your job?"

He leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I work for the cartel, baby. I'm rich."

Viper's eyes lit up and she leaned forward, now this was someone she could get information from. "Wow, it must be very dangerous."

"Very dangerous." He confirmed. "Look, let me take you out to dinner and then take you home."

"Well, baby, how about you let me think about it." She could feel him fiddling with the bottom of her dress and had the intense urge to gag.

"I'm sure I can persuade you." He murmured, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

Viper met Valeria's gaze from across the bar before leaning in and placing her lips on his.

The man grinned and quickly took charge, the kiss turned sloppy and aggressive and she could taste the liquor on his tongue that was making it's way into her mouth.

Don't gag, don't gag, don't gag.

She pulled away, trying not to wipe her mouth just yet. "Do you have a room in the hotel?"

The man smirked and nodded. "Eager, huh?"

"You could say that." She answered. "Lead the way."

He got up, taking her hand and helping her out of the seat. "C'mon, baby."

Viper sent a nod towards Valeria and followed the man all the way to his room. They passed the rest of the party and then entered one of the elevators in the lobby.

He couldn't wait any longer, pushing Viper against the wall and forcing his lips on hers, his hand pulling her knee up to straddle his waist.

"Wait, wait-" She yelped and pushed him away, playing it off with an excuse. "I'm not a fan of being caught, can we wait until we get to your room?"

"Fucking fine." He grunted and pulled away. "Prude."

Viper narrowed her eyes but brushed herself off. The elevator stopped on the third floor, he guided her to a room nearby. 312. "This it?"

"Yeah." He answered and opened it with his key, pushing her inside and closing the door behind them. "C'mere, baby." He pulled her close and kissed her before pushing her back onto the bed.

"Wait, I should at least know your name, so I know what to call you when we..." Viper tried to stall, waste time so Valeria could find her.

"Call me Vic, sweetheart. What's yours?" Vic climbed onto the bed, pulling her closer.

"Nessa. It's Nessa." She lied quickly. His hand was quickly making its way back up her thigh as he kissed her, forcing his tongue down her throat.

"Fuck, baby. You taste so good." He groaned, his hand reaching the apex of her thighs and pressing against her core through the fabric of her underwear.

Viper gasped, panicking internally as he slid the fabric out of the way and pressed a finger against her entrance.

Where the fuck is Valeria?

She just had to wait until Valeria was there and then she could drop the act.

Vic slowly slid his finger into her warmth, grinning. "There we go, baby, suckin' me in."

Viper heard a knock on the door and patted his shoulder. "Someone's knocking." She pushed him away as quickly as possible.

He groaned and pulled away. "Fucking interrupting me and my girl." Vic walked to the door and opened it, getting a gun to the face in greeting.

Valeria pushed him inside and closed the door behind him. "Sit, now."

Viper sighed in relief, getting up and grabbing a chair for him to sit in.

"What the fuck?" Vic growled and sat down, but only because of the gun pointed at his jewels.

"Shut the fuck up, and don't move." Valeria snapped. "Baby, come here." Viper walked over, letting her wrap her free arm around her waist and pull her close. "He touch you? You hurt?"

"Yes." She answered with a nod. "But he didn't hurt me."

"Same thing." She murmured, then shot Vic in the knee. Thankfully she had a silencer.

Vic screamed and grasped his knee. "What the fuck!"

"You touch my girl again and it'll be worse." Valeria growled. "Now here's what we're going to do. You're going to tell me who your boss is, and where he's going to be in a week, or i'll shoot your dick."

"Fuck you." He hissed.

"Wrong answer." She was just about to shoot him when he sputtered out a response.

"Wait wait wait!" Vic spoke urgently. "His name is Yeneriel Vasquez but he goes by 'The Spider.' He'll be in Las Almas again next week, he's got a mistress that he sees constantly."

"Good boy, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" Valeria smirked and shot him anyway. "Lets go, baby. You did good."

"Gladly." Viper turned and kissed Valeria's cheek before following her out. "I don't ever have to do that again, right?"

"Never again, bonita."

"Good. I won't punish you then." She smiled.

"Oh? You were going to punish me, hm?" Valeria smirked and closed the door after putting her gun away.

"Well, i'm not, now." Viper huffed as Valeria pulled her closer by her waist.

"That means you don't have to miss out on your reward now." She hummed and kissed her.

"Hmm, does that mean I can take all this off when we get home?"

"You can wait a little longer, can't you? I'm going to ruin you just like this."

"I can wait."

[shytastemakerthing]

Hi, hello! I saw you have your matchups open so if it's okay I would like to request a romantic matchup with Twisted Wonderland <3 You are so sweet and amazing for doing these!

I am a cute, poetic, caring, and sweet person who knows how to listen actively and hold a one-on-one conversation, often getting people to open up more than they expected, otherwise I'm pretty reserved. If I was transported to a magical school, I would do my best to learn the theory and practicalities of magic, even if I couldn't actually cast spells, and try to excel in other scientific fields (and Mozus Trein would definitely be my favourite professor). I have a great interest in the occult (my library is something I'm very proud of) and psychology, but I'm truly interested in all types of knowledge and books. When I go to the used book stores, I can spend hours there, as I go through war, occult, philosophy, science, comics, fantasy, poetry, and all other categories of books, except sports and cooking. I also love music: opera, metal, neofolk, electronic, and all of them together.

I love crafting and learning new things, but I'm most interested in historical and folk crafts, like nålbinding, embroidery, weaving in many forms, making jewelry from bones and other things found in nature, and more! I love making stuff and seeing that I have finished something, that I've made something.

I have a rough history with mental illness and trauma, making me prone to getting overwhelmed easily, and I have to calm and ground myself. I often feel out of touch with my body, like my spirit is a feet out of me. One thing that works is a tight hug and closeness. I'm also very submissive by nature and other ways, so I really need someone who is sure of themselves and also accepting. I don't need pity, I need a helping hand and someone I can rely on.

Other small things: I can play erhu, dance butoh, bellydance, and few different folk dances, I've practiced tai chi with fan, my newest obsession is fountain pens (there's TWST pens by Sailor, but they're so expensive!), I can't eat meat or onions, I always wear a red bow on my head, mostly because it keeps my curly hair out of my face but also because it's just part of me now just like my red lipstick, I only wear dresses (comfy, cute, always fits any occasion), I have blue eyes, and my favourite animal is fox.

Hope this is not too much, and take your time, I'll be here waiting and reading what else you come up with :3

Hello and thank you so much for your kind words! Now that things are finally slowing down between work and college work, I can finally get to all of these! I am so sorry that you had to wait for so long for your match up but I do hope that you like it!

Tw: None

I match you with.........

Jamil Viper

Right off the bat, it was hard to actually get into a relationship with him to begin with. With all of his duties that he has to Kalim, his duties as a vice housewarden, his school and club activities. Plus the belief that he doesn't deserve the happiness that would come from having a relationship, not wanting to burden his partner with the burden that he shares as serving the Al-Asim family (please, this boy needs so much love, it's not even funny)

Then you come along and pretty much destroy all of that. It really threw him in for a loop.

Honestly, just the feeling of someone caring for him after such a long day of making sure that the rich idiot doesn't die or make any stupid decisions, just makes him melt. Having your arms around him after such a long day as he is able to just unload everything from the day, knowing that you are listening with full attention brings more comfort than you may ever know.

He keeps a few red bows lined in his pockets and in his room just in case there was a very rare event that you had forgotten to put it on that day. It had grown on him, and it was a part of you, much like the small beads in his hair were a part of him.

Speaking of hair, he honestly loves to be able to do yours. it is so different from his own. Jamil is a very fast learner. By the end of the day, he knows more about curly hairstyles and how to work with them and he has a wonderful woman to be able to try said styles on.

There was a time where he took you on a small trip to the Scalding Sands, and seeing you dressed in the traditional clothing from his home country had this man feeling all sorts of things as he couldn't help how his cheeks warmed upon seeing you.... yes, Najma teased him relentlessly for it. And yes.... he bought you several of those dresses to take back to campus with you.

Jamil is 100% someone you can rely on (and there is no hidden meaning to what he is doing, not with you). When things are far too overwhelming for you, he is there to simply hold onto you, giving you the reassurance that you need. He will help you and guide you through what it is that is troubling you in no time. This man has plenty of experience.

Overall, you brought a light and happiness into his life that he did not know that he needed. Now that he has it, he doesn't want to let go, he grows a bit greedy for your affection. After all, it is something that is just for him and he finally doesn't have to share. He thanks you everyday for coming into his life and just putting up with him.

[twstandsh0ut]

Scarabia Kink Headcanons

Not me disappearing for months or anything

As a side note, I'm debating on if I should link this to my general tumblr or keep this separate due to it being nsfw primarily. This is mainly due to me following using my main, buuuut I keep it blank and keep each fandom as it's own thing, and I know people tend to not like blank blogs following them soooo there's that. I'm also debating on if I should split my twst into two blogs, one strictly nsfw and one sfw. I also plan to finally start posting some drabbles, and potentially open up requests... but either way, enjoy the kink headcanons, and I should have the next ones up way sooner hopefully! As per usual, nsfw under the cut.

Kalim Al-Asim

Surprisingly not vanilla, but not super kinky either... or at least not as much as certain other students.

More into pleasuring his partner, expect to be completely pampered in bed. (He tends to go above and beyond in literally everything he involves himself in... so brace yourself).

Really into you wearing certain outfits... expect to be decked out in absolutely gorgeous jewelry without much else, or gold chain lingerie. He loves to see his partner dressed in the best, and you're one of his treasures now, so of course you'll be draped in gold and jewels!

Light bondage, but more the fuzzy handcuffs type. He just wants you to relax while he makes you feel good.

He honestly probably would pull out toys, and it's not like he can't afford the most expensive ones or anything... so look forward to getting to try them out, with him probably ordering extras of your favorites.

One of the rare characters in that he's not a sadist or a masochist... though he does have a slight teasing streak you see come out if you poke him too much on certain cards along with that one face...

Switch. In most situations he'll take control simply because he wants to make his partner feel good... but if his partner wants to Dom him he has no issue with that either.

Would probably prefer a pillow princess type. Kalim is so used to Jamil doing everything, but you see him constantly trying to take care of others/take initiative to make others happy. Since he's so used to being pampered but seems to want to pamper others I imagine he would really go out of his way to spoil his partner since they would be one of the few people socially acceptable for him to spoil.

Jamil Viper

And here we have one of the contestants for kinkiest student (though Jade still has him beat).

Let's be realistic, there's going to be hypnosis involved one way or another. Not necessarily all the time, but Jamil definitely enjoys have complete control.

Definitely whips and chains here too. Not to the same extent as certain others coughJadecough but Jamil loves to reduce his partner to a whimpering mess. Likely some light wax play as well.

At the same time, the majority of the time the chains won't be literal. Expect mental bondage. He'll order you not to move, and you'd better obey your master. But don't worry if you have trouble keeping perfectly in position, if it's too hard for you he'll use his unique magic to assist you in your pose.

Like Kalim he wants to see you in gorgeous outfits, but unlike Kalim worshiping your body expect said outfits to be ripped off you/damaged (but not destroyed, he has enough control to ensure they can be repaired afterwards). Jamil just really wants to see his partner a bit messed up afterwards.

Will definitely cover you with marks, you belong to him and he's not sharing.

Sadist 100%. Jamil tries to hide it, but he can't help but get enjoyment out of other's pain. Leona points this out in Jamil's uniform vignette, but that's far from the only occasion... although only the more perceptive characters have picked up on his sadism.

Dom, and one of the few where this is non-negotiable. Jamil has spent his life having to obey regardless of what he wants. The bedroom is one of the few times he can have full control, and he's going to take advantage of it.

Jamil would likely have a preference for a service oriented partner. He wants a partner who would be fine worshiping his body for hours while he lounges, and who is willing to take whatever he gives the partner. He would also be looking for a partner that would stay extremely loyal. I know some people headcanon a polycule with Jamil/Reader/Kalim (which is perfectly valid!), but I feel Kalim is the last person Jamil would ever want to share with.

[brooklynislandgirl]

Advent Calendar: Day 25

“Surely, you don’t think I asked for this,” he says coming into the office to find Beth sitting on that gorgeous desk of his. He’s referring to the dress, of that, she’s sure. Designer because of course it is, black and white and form-fitting, the bow drawing the eye to her hip. Her hair is up, precisely pinned, her make up evening-dramatic like she never typically wears. Long legs ending in even longer Louboutin stiletto heels. To almost anyone else every last bit of her and the way she’s posed herself, she’d be devoured. But Larry isn’t anyone else. If anything, he’s the only person she knows less interested in carnality of that sort than she is and maybe that’s why she’s drawn to him. Why she wants to see how close to his fire she can dance before becoming immolated in his currently restrained and murderous fury. “Believe me, Lawrence, if I believe you evah had dat kind of want f’ me? I’d flay ya alive an’ dat’s before wha’evah my braddah would do to you for da insult.” Larry is new money. He’d probably say self made. He’s a businessman even if that business is questionable, and where she comes into play? Andy would see him as a beggar-peasant. And he’d be utterly appalled to know that she only encourages Larry to do his worst, waiting for him to show a single sign of weakness. He teases her with his desire for power, the kind that shouldn’t be possible but is. Slowly she re-crosses her legs and holds up a cut-crystal tumbler. The deep red of her lipstick mars its perfect rim and she watches with narrowed eyes as he takes it from her, sipping at it from the opposite side. He smells good. The cologne is subtle, just a faint whiff of sandalwood, cedar. Calabrian bergamot. Something a little sweeter on the base. Expensive. He was out for blood tonight, but like Scrooge, he finds himself in his office on Christmas Eve. Makes her wonder which ghost she’s supposed to be. Empty hand lays on his lapel. Glides upwards past his collar until she touches skin. She can all but feel his crawl from the contact but he doesn’t so much as flinch. Good boy, he’s learning. “Firs’ reason I’m here, is a lump of coal. You been a bad bunny, Lawrence. I warned you away from dat land deal for a reason an’ I know you’ve upped ya bid. Since carrot no work, gonna hafta be da stick.” Her razor sharp nails rake across the side of his neck, drawing a faint line of deep crimson. Viper-strike his empty hand lashes out and takes a hold of her wrist before she can like the tips clean of his viscera. She can hear the crack of bone beneath his white knuckled grip and rewards him with the first gasp of blistering pain. She tries to smile through it as he wrenches her arm to the side and hauls her off his desk. A moment later that warm edge presses into the space between her ribs and her belly, the arm high up at the spine. He stops just short of dislocating it. However he leans down over her, his lips right at the edge of her ear as he spits out his words. “What. Did. You. Do.” “Oh, no, bunny. S’what I’m gonna do. See….” She hisses as he gains fractions of centimetres. “Every day ya don’...ya don’...wi’draw ya bid…ya gonna be wrack by more pain dan ya evah felt. Crippling, mind-destroyin’ pain. In a week, ya heart gonna give, an’ den I’m gonna hafta find new custos. An’ I no can change it now, spell already been cast.” “You little-” “Yeah, like I nevah heah dat one before. Now, ya want ya present, or you gonna make good on ya advantage an’ finally gimme mine?”

[huntershowl]

drabble 000: black dog.

“If you want to learn who a man really is, take everything from him. Burn his world to the ground and take a good, long look at what’s left. Indignity bears the soul to light.” -Adeodatus Damiana, Lord Governorship Campaign Speech, 1897 IE

Rainwater from the day’s on-and-off showers slid down a jutting drainpipe and dripped into a pothole in the cobbled road below. A portly blonde woman pulled her coat tighter around her body as she hurried to keep up with her husband's clipped strides. The rain had picked up a steady rhythm over the last hour, clattering off grimy windows and rooftops, darkening with soot each time it made contact with another surface. The pair made a beeline for a pastry shop across the street, hoping to get out of the rain before it progressed into a storm — the lady’s coat looked expensive, and stains from Whalefall's coal-dark rain could never quite be scrubbed out.

“I swear,” she murmured, pulling the fabric tight around her body, “we hear more and more about that Hellhound every day. It’d be nice to hear some other news once in a while. Void forbid.”

Her husband made a cautious noise, a fussy sort of ‘hmmf’ out his nose that made his bristly mustache flutter. “Dusker saw her turn, you know. He caught a glimpse of her just before she got the bishop.”

“Dusker is a drunk.” 

“He was stone-cold when he saw her tear him apart with her teeth. Mad dog-like, he said. Black dog. All of it. You don’t forget that kind of thing. She had the fangs of a viper. And red eyes—inky hell, I believe him.” He sniffed, rubbing his nose with the back of a wool sleeve.

Above them, crouched in between the patisserie’s roof and window moulding, the aforementioned mad dog listened to every word as they stepped inside.

Fangs. Red eyes. The imaginations of the terrified.

“Mad dog,” Hellhound whispered to herself, cementing the words as part of her legend.

——– ♜ –——

The Hellhound rumors were not unfounded. She was a beast. 

The Whalefall Times could barely keep up with the murders once they'd started happening weekly. COAL PRESSER MADE “A SMEAR” IN THE STREETS. NIGHTMARKET MERCHANT STRUNG UP WITH MISSING LEG. Once it began to smell, they would find the leg stuffed in a trash bin nearby. Her victims often came away missing pieces: some had their ribcages torn open, some were gutted down the abdomen like wild game, and many had their heads bashed in so badly that they had to be identified by their wallets. But she had no use for their flesh. No money missing, either, which ruled out robbery. No traceable motive or pattern in the way victims were chosen. They were normal people. The families were left to grieve with no closure, devastated at the inhuman violence their loved ones had suffered for no reason at all.

             Though the deaths were never explained, all of them could be traced back to her—if not from the telltale signs of her particular brand of violence, then because she had no interest in hiding. Eyewitnesses told of a tall, pale woman dressed in black. Some described an endless sheet of dark hair that wisped into clouds of smoke, while others said she became the smoke herself, darkening the shadows and mingling with the coal dust as she prowled about the city. Throughout the stories and their many inconsistencies, one feature remained the same: both arms were prosthetic, woven of metal and carbon fiber and strong enough to rend a man in two.

Many of Whalefall’s citizens had lost their limbs to the city in one way or another. A leviathan hunt gone wrong at sea, an accident in the factories, a mine collapse. Companies would pay for mass-produced limb replacements on the cheap because it was more cost-effective than losing a worker. Most of the time, the things barely worked. Hellhound’s arms were in another league entirely. They were composed of the same carbon alloys as the rest, but one look at hers revealed a level of intricacy that could not be explained by engineering alone. Every finger moved as smoothly as flesh. The joints were flexible and strong, dozens of tiny mechanical parts shifting below the surface to closely mimic muscle, nerve and bone. Sleeved and gloved, they blended in perfectly among her prey. 

While the looming silhouette and metallic arms were the most consistent features in Hellhound’s myth, they weren’t what transfixed Whalefall’s curious few. It was not the red eyes, nor even the smoking black hair. What haunted them more than anything else was the alleged transformation that gave rise to her name. A beast, they said. A shadow. A wretched lupine creature hiding beneath human skin, waiting for the chance to break free. 

Even eyewitnesses had trouble describing it consistently. Some said the hound had three heads. Others spoke of a foxlike creature with several swishing tails that left a trail of darkness in its wake. One man said he could not count the number of eyes staring at him from the shadow she cast on the ground. 

Always, she turned vicious after some slight was committed against her—some poor sod insulting a pale stranger on the street, a married man protecting his wife from danger and disgusting her with his bravery, a bartender looking at her the wrong way. Like all horrors in human skin, she kept her true nature hidden until it was too late. A dark wool coat would fall away. Metal joints would glint in the wan glow of the streetlamps. Skin would erupt into quills of black fur, lips pulling back to reveal rows upon rows of snakelike, venomous teeth. Once she had become the Beast, she would unleash a terrible scream, and her ravenous maw would tear the victim into a thousand pieces.

The stories helped Hellhound more than they harmed her. Rumor was a powerful tool, and sometimes, the promise of a killing was more effective than the act itself. She had turned her legend into a very tangible fear. It was a weapon to be wielded—and with each retelling, it became a little sharper. Every city had its fair share of horror stories, but one look in the closet dispelled the notion of a monster hiding in the shadows. Hellhound was more than that. She was a warning. Her story was not told in hair-raising delight by a campfire, but in hushed whispers for fear she might be listening. When the whole city turned their eyes on her, she would look back in kind, her gaze filled with hatred, black smoke darkening the air.

[blacklodgemusictx]

Viva “Violensia”! New Jesse Daniel Edwards Album Out Now

(personal narrative starts here… skip if you only want to hear about the album)

Everyone should have a facilitator – someone in your corner to tell you the things you dream about – the crazy to the mundane- are not that far out of reach.

I’ve had many facilitators. I’ve tried, in turn, to fill that need for my friends.

This time it was my husband.

I wasn’t even trying. We JUST went on the mini tour with Salim. My needs should have been sated for awhile yet.

Doug, I sigh. Doug, Jesse’s album dropped the same day as Salim’s – June 23rd. His album release show is 06/30/23. It’s a Friday… 800+ miles away. We were JUST in Nashville for The Church and it was… expensive (we flew.)

Doug doesn’t even blink. Ask for it, tell your boss you’ll get your Friday work done early. We’ll drive it.

This feeling. Right here. If I could bottle… I love being surprised and this was joyful. I had *no* idea I could even hope for this and POOF there it is. A reasonable plan to accomplish this most primal of needs: to be front and center for music I love.

I get all my work done. I don’t hear from my boss about my leave. I pack anyway. I rage (quietly as is my way). I am a GOOD EMPLOYEE. I’ve only called in sick twice in the last three years and that was for COVID. Righteous indignation flows from every fiber of my being. I am about to get real ‘sick’. Uh huh. Don’t mess with me.

The long and short is they missed my request. It’s fine. I got Friday’s work done on Thursday. And just like that, Cinderella is allowed to go to the ball.

I log off my computer, car already packed, Doug awaits to whisk me off on the first leg of our journey. 6+ hrs gets us to Arkadelphia (“… freedom! Shine the light…”) The rest of the journey puts us in Nashville at 2ish. We sleep. Like the dead.

Awake.

Clean up. Get presentable. The venue website says, “Dress to impress” (it also likens itself to the Viper Room, but I would say only a 21st century Viper Room with Yelp reviews to contend with. A Viper Room genuinely concerned with both the use of coasters and Your Good Time.) It’s hard to “bring it” any harder than we do normally on a show night, but we try. I wear make up (never a guarantee) and Doug picks the spiffiest paisley shirt he brought.

The venue – The Eighth Room – has PARKING… A limited amount, but… (angelic singing) PARKINNNNNGGGG… regardless.

The side of the building sports artful “grafitti” – Rockstars live here. Good. We’re home then, I joke.

The Kraken tentacle door pull… is locked. I look up. There’s a camera. Please, Mr Eye in The Sky… please let us in…it’s hot. There’s a click. We walk in… and are immediately told things aren’t ready yet. Ok, I’m going to stand right here and not be in anyone’s way while being 2 degrees cooler than I was out there. Ok?

Not ok.

We are shuffled back outside.

Uh, why did you unlock the door then? They remedy this by locking it behind us.

We steam gently on the pavement for an interminable length of time. I start to wilt… sadness… I wore makeup on purpose for this.

*CLICK*

We are allowed back in!!! All is forgiven. The inside is dark and cold and… oh sweet Saint of Achy Joints and Bad Backs… there is a COUCH. I sink deliciously in to it and experience something rarely afforded me at shows: comfort.

I order a Diet Coke (psttt… use of coasters… that was foreshadowing) that I sip while goggling at my surroundings. There are statues with painted sayings emblazoned on them (“No more fake friends.”) Mirrors. Every surface is a different pattern, but it all works together. There is a stage directly in front of us hung with crushed velvet curtains.

There’s a fleeting pang in my chest. Had our business situation not prematurely folded last Summer, this is the type of space I would have wanted our venue to be.

I set the Diet Coke on the glass top table behind me and reach for what I thought might be a menu — later, a ghost appears unnoticed and places a folded napkin under my drink to catch the condensation. I am completely oblivious. Instead of a list of cocktails and nibbles, I’m looking at a program! Like this is a graduation or a kid’s school play.

I love it.

Under a tentative set list, I see this. No attribution (but he told me just now as I write this that yes, he and the others in the band wrote it). But this is why I am here… I’m tearing up again just reading it.

Artist’s Manifesto:

“We do so aim to create a beautiful noise to the best of our ability, an reckoning. We speak our simple truth, without falsehood. Let our words never be amended, censored, or appeased. Our concerns lie not the realm of the material or the monetary, but rather the spiritual and the poetical. For the benefit, not merely the entertainment, of all living creatures, the plants, the air, the soil, the water, and the sky.”

How many of these programs just got wadded up and thrown away that night? That is easily one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen … did anyone else even read it?

Showtime:

There’s Landon [Pigg]. If you’ve seen Jesse at all recently, you’ve seen Landon. I tried to research when the relationship began and the answer seems to be the end of last year (2022). For lack of more information, I’m going to create a scenario from the one bit I did manage to find about the relationship being borne of an appreciation of “red wine and music”… or something like that. Something half childhood playground interaction where it really was as easy as just asking, “Wanna be friends?” and the scene in Stepbrothers, “Did we just become… BEST. FRIENDS?”

Landon is all button-down shirt earnest. I love the quote in the program, “Landon is a young man on a soul quest. In a word, he is ‘nimble.’ His upper range engages birds and the more tuneful of dogs. Down, Scruffy, down girl!” A playful jab at the attractive nature of the earnest boy charming the birds down from the trees. His voice is beautiful. His songs are sweet and wistful. Though he seems to spend his time with Jesse on the percussive side (shaker, maracas, tambourine, bongos), he seems an adept multi-instrumentalist in his own right, moving comfortably between keys and guitar.

At some point, it starts to rain. It doesn’t even sound real at first. It sounds like rain sticks I used to see (don’t touch!) at the mall when I was a kid.

Beautiful.

I return to a lyric for what I’m sure won’t be the last time. From Occasionally Joy, “My wardrobe can’t make up its mind…” I’ve already amended my list of Jesse’s outfit personas once. I’m thrown a new one tonight. Jeans, white tank, and… Castiel help us… a trench coat. Tonight he looks like The Highlander (“there can be ONLY ONE!”) and I am living for it.

Just like my time spent Salim last weekend, Jesse with a band is a completely new experience from his quiet, unassuming performances spied thus far. I had a basic idea from videos watched online. It was completely different seeing it live.

Jesse is a man possessed. The demon-spirit is music. The Rock. I verify in my photos later – he’s not even aware at times. He is transported. Slave and master. Dominance and submission. Complete thrall to the sounds he wrestles from his guitar. He throws himself to the ground. “Haven’t the monkeys…” Writhes. “Done such…” Submits to the music while his guitar submits to him. “Lovely job…”

What we got:

Power of Us, The Future’s Been Canceled, The Last Time I Saw Nancy Claire (She Wasn’t Really There), Haven’t the Monkeys Done Such a Lovely Job, Feed Her to the Snake, Ads You Can Really Taste, I’m So Happy (I Think I Might Cry)*, Biting off The Hand that Feeds, Drop Dead and Die*, The Dream Where You Can’t Wake Up*, Everybody’s Got Somebody (Nobody’s Got Me)*, Backyard Party MDA*

(*from Violensia)

MDA was a delightful finale as everyone got up – lead by Landon who boasts some wicked rug cutting capability – and started dancing. It was fun to watch. Happiness like that is catching. A high note to end on for sure.

(READ HERE IF YOU SKIPPED PERSONAL NARRATIVE TO GET TO THE ALBUM STUFF)

Here is your Violensia sound bite:

“This album is SO GOOD it made me FLIP TABLES at my local mall food court. Buy it NOW!” — Someone With a Valuable Opinion (me, it’s me, I have a valuable opinion)

Back to my POV:

The show was amazing. We ended up rocking out next to a kind, older gentleman who was later revealed to be the Pigg Patriarch (or Father Pigg as he is now in my phone). He was delighted to meet us and hear of our long trek to see Jesse and his sons (Gabe, the drummer, belongs to Clan Pigg too). He even asked me what the draw was. It’s taken me time to realize why some of his music is so comfortable, so familiar to me.

Jesse said of the Violensia songs, “They are just so weird and dramatic and operatic…”

I showed Papa Pigg the tattoo that takes up a good portion of my right shin. Another young man with sculpted cheekbones and a flare for the “weird and dramatic and operatic.” Dad gets it. He says he already thought that with Jesse’s choice of white tank top tonight.

There can be only one…

Landon talks to us for a bit. He talks again about the stickers I gifted him with when I saw them in May. They were AI generated and then manipulated in Procreate. One is a guinea pig in front of a foamy cappuccino and the other is an anthropomorphized guinea pig playing a guitar. I was mildly terrified giving them to him. Afraid perhaps, like me, his name got him bullied in school, but no, he seemed delighted. Neither he nor Jesse seem to have much merch (I do stickers for Salim as a freebie at his merch table “Do you have room in your life for stickers?” He will ask people while they browse his offerings). Landon agrees they don’t have much merch usually, but he then tells me that his Mom has framed the stickers (I don’t know if I got this right, but I immediately see them placed over a mantle piece, something Mother Pigg has given pride of place to, she gazes fondly at them when she thinks of her boy, the singer… And oh YES in this imagining they are a family of Pixar animated guinea pigs ready to star in “Sing 3.” Please don’t begrudge me my happy mind movies.)

I pause… I think for a minute… trying to write this.

I don’t know what I am trying to express to you, the collective you.

I know there are people out there who feel like I do. People who don’t have a drug yet to keep them going. I’m just trying to show you mine. There’s a scene in the 1990 “It” where the little kid with asthma has it revealed to him that his medicine is just water. “If you need it, ” his friends tell him, “It’s good medicine.”

I’ll never write something that will single handedly drive up anyone’s album sales (but per the above Manifesto, it’s not even about that… this makes me feel better.) I’m just trying to show you out there in the darkness with me that there are lights, there are drugs – whatever they mean to you – there are things to keep going for.

There is beauty.

My favorite song from Violensia is “Dream Where You Can’t Wake up” (complete aside: I’m either psychic or the Gods of People Afraid to Fly unlocked Violensia for me months ago so I could listen to it on a flight recently while trying not think about crashing .. when I could finally listen to it officially, I knew EXACTLY how this entire song went):

“Tomorrow’s gonna come, the sun is gonna shine, shine on everyone…tomorrow’s gonna come blue skies are gonna hang far above everyone…”

And now I’m really dating myself. Just like Curly said in “City Slickers,” the answer is one thing.. ONE… but you have to figure out what that one thing is.

For me, it’s the hope I hear in these songs, Salim, Jesse, YOU out there making music because it’s what your soul needs to survive.

I’m not alone. There is something beautiful to look for. And when the darkness starts to creep back in, I will search for my next “hit” and the artists in the above manifesto will be out there ready to provide.

“To every broken heart that came before… I’m gonna be just fine…”

TLDR:

Jesse Daniel Edwards is an amazing artist. His new album is called “Violensia.” YOU WANT IT. It’s on Spotify, but vote with your dollars: HERE.

[nana7esque]

viper from valorant except it's sabine callas at an expensive gala.

[cummin-n-cryin]

👁️👁️ Phantom bride event gave me ideas. What if instead of Eliza, we the reader are the birde? The wedding is assumed fake, a means of just helping everyone live out a fantasy or even get parents off their backs. By the time we realize that it's real, it's already too late. You can do this as headcanons if it makes you more comfortable. I didn't see a limit but just in case, specifically Idia, Kalim and Jamil for this.

~Thank you for your request!

Together Forever!

Idia Shroud + Kalim Al-Asim + Jamil Viper x gn!reader (they are all separate)

Tw: Yandere, obsession, forced marriage

Side Note: I did this more from their pov as it was just easier for me to write. I apologize that this took so long I had to research the characters, and writing their dialogue was tricky. Anyway I hope you like it!

~Idia Shroud~

Seeing you talking and dancing around with those other humans in such beautiful and extravagant clothes made Idia's heart race. You truly looked ethereal... His eyes burned from not blinking, he didn't want to miss a single detail of this CG, this might be a once in a lifetime event!

As he continued to watch you however, Idia couldn't help but notice the way the humans were talking to you.

You were being surrounded by those normies, all talking and chatting with you. They were acting like he couldn't see all of them salivating at the mouth just to get near you... with those stupid looks in their eyes... Have they ever looked in a mirror?! Don't they see how unworthy of your time they are, of your beauty, of yo-your.. EVERYTHING?!!?! DON'T THEY SEE HOW MUCH BETTER YOU ARE THAN THEM?!?!?!

.......um.. anyway-

Eventually after "watching" (stalking) you for so long, you left those normies and retreated into an empty hall, this was the perfect opportunity for Idia. After waiting for months just to talk to you, watching you through the school's cameras just wasn't enough anymore.

His parents have been pestering him about finding a partner lately so maybe....

"He-hey, um.. I know this might sound weird..."

Surprisingly it was much easier to convince you than he thought! Even though he was stumbling through saying the words, you were so willing to help him get his parents to stop bugging him, by faking a marriage with him of all things!

Of course he reassured you that it was fake, but.... obviously you must be deeply in love with him, you wouldn't have agreed otherwise, right? If you really didn't love him you wouldn't have agreed to marry a weirdo otaku like him!!

The whole event was a phenomenal experience. He put the ring on your finger and finally after watching from the shadows for so long, Idia leaned in and kissed you. He never tasted anything sweeter.

That look of shock on your face... you must be as happy as he is! He understands that this must be quite overwhelming for you, as it is for him but there's no need to cry. He wont ever leave you, you two can stay together forever!

"Fuheehee... finally.. now you can never leave me~~."

New Achievement Unlocked: Married!

~Kalim Al-Asim~

Kalim has shown his love for you so many times at this point, he would go to Ramshackle and drag you over to Scarabia to throw huge banquets for you, every moment he could he would spend his time with you.

He would sometimes invite you over late at night to join him for board games, dancing, or going on magic carpet rides always saying, "Come on! Come hang out with me, it'll be super fun!"

You always looked so happy to join him, which also made him super happy!

Kalim comes from a BIG family. He loves all of his family members dearly. He also really loves you, so you should join his family too! Which obviously means you two should get married! The bigger the family the better, right?

But Jamil always managed to stop Kalim, saying he needs to focus on his schoolwork among other things. So with a heavy heart and a deep sigh he pushed away his feelings for now, waiting for the perfect day to propose to you.

Finally that day came.

You were dressed in expensive and luxurious fabrics, dancing and laughing with the others. You had such a huge smile on your face, but.. he wished that it was you looking at him like that, he wanted to be the one you were dancing and laughing with!

So he ran up to you, "Y/n! I need to ask you something!"

He proposed the idea that you and him should get fake married! Thankfully you agreed easily, seeing it as a fun and interesting way to end such a chaotic night like this, and besides how could you hate Kalim, the banquets Kalim throws are always amazing!!

Of course it's all a lie and he feels super bad for lying about it, but don't worry! When you and him go to the Scalding Sands he'll throw an extra huge banquet and a parade to celebrate your marriage, also all his family will be there to!

However for right now the Scarabia dorm will work.

After setting up a banquet and a parade in Scarabia with the help of Jamil, you two were now officially married! During the whole event Kalim was ecstatic. He felt a rush course through him and he was so happy!

Of course being as happy as he was he couldn't help it, and he leaned towards you and kissed you. He felt like he was flying on clouds, there was no feeling that could compare to how he felt when he put his lips on yours. He was addicted.

You just stood in shock, he couldn't blame you he's shocked as well! He grabbed your hand and took off running towards the dancefloor, giggling and laughing along the way. He knows those tears your crying are because your so overjoyed, he feels like crying too! He finally gets to be with you forever, he could never be happier!

"Hahaha~! Let's sing and dance till the sun rises, together!"

~Jamil Viper~

Jamil has been pining for you for so long at this point. The only reason he never confessed his feelings was because of Kalim. Having to watch over Kalim while he saw you hanging out with Ace, Deuce, and Grim made his blood boil. He really just wanted you all to himself.

These feelings of his were strange at first, unexpected even, but not bad. However over time what started as a simple fascination or even crush turned into an obsession. He was possessive, he needed you, no... wanted you, and as he thought about it more and more what better way to keep you by his side than marriage?

He planned carefully for many days and nights, trying to figure out how to get you to fall in love with him. He tried to do things typical people would do, such as cooking food for you, trying to talk to you, and even trying to help you with your school work, but Kalim... tche, Kalim just wouldn't stop getting in the way...

Kalim would constantly grab your attention, dragging you off somewhere else when Jamil was right there trying to have a conversation with you, or Kalim would ask Jamil to start making food for a banquet when he was in the middle of cooking food for you. It was frustrating really...

Lucky for him however a very unique event would take place at the school.

Now here you are dressed in colorful and unique fabrics, dancing and chatting with the other boys. You looked amazing, the colors and decorations you wore were eye-catching, the fabric silky smooth and shaped around your body perfectly, in short you looked stunning.

Most importantly however was that Kalim wasn't here to interrupt him. While he did not plan for this event he can certainly make do with what he's got, so he quickly thought of a plan and put it into action.

When you finally left your group to take a moment to yourself in the empty hallway, that's when he struck.

"Y/n. If I could speak to you for a moment..."

It was quite simple to convince you really, all he had to tell you was that he had no problem pretending to marry you so that all those annoying pests would leave you alone, acting as a knight in shining armor for you.

He of course thought of using his ability "Snake Whisper" to make it easier for you to "agree", but thankfully it seems having all those boys chatting you up was really getting on your nerves, and so you agreed to the fake marriage.

All according to plan...

Kalim, of course wanted to throw a banquet for you two newly weds, and this time Jamil let Kalim do as he pleased, after all Jamil got what he wanted...

Now here he is officially married to you, and leaning towards you he firmly plants his lips upon yours. He never felt more free in his life, if he had the choice he would have loved to hold you like this forever. He has you now, and he plans on never letting go.

Your shocked expression and your tears were expected when you realized the truth, but that's nothing "Snake Whisper" can't fix. If he has to manipulate you into loving him then so be it, but it would really make everything so much easier if you just cooperated with him. So don't cause him anymore grief and start loving him already.

"The only place you belong is beside me...."

[writingseaslugs]

Scarabia: Halloween with Them

Jamil's part kinda ends a little suddenly, but I thought it was cute and fluffy, and no, you can't sue me on this one!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia (You’re Here) | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Halloween with Them

Theme: Costume Party

Just like any holiday or event, Scarabia was throwing a giant party due to the excitable house warden. You received a sealed envelope directly from Kalim a week before the party, so it was obvious that it would be extravagant. Normally his parties were planned either the day of or the day before. So having an entire week’s notice was something that was exciting.

Of course the day of the party, you should probably show up early if you want to avoid the crowd. Kalim had basically invited everyone to the costume party, and poor Jamil would no doubt be slaving away before everyone arrived.

You did have choices on what you wanted to do, though. See Kalim before the party swept him away from you, or check to make sure Jamil was able to get everything ready in time.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim bounded out into the hallway, decked in a skeleton Halloween outfit that left little to the imagination. He had a black pair of sirwal pants on that had white bones on it, a rib cage corset made of some silver material, and two bracelets wrapped around his entire hand and went over the first knuckles of his fingers that simulated bones on his hands. Of course, there were a few other jewelry embellishments on him, but overall he looked stunning. Even the sandals he wore wrapped around his feet and ankles like bones. It made you feel underdressed, but his eyes sparkled the moment he saw you.

“There you are!” Kalim said, running over and wrapping an arm around your own as he began dragging you around, “I got us matching costumes, but Jamil said I shouldn’t force you to wear it.” He said, and you looked over at his top was just bones and showed off most of his chest.

“Is it the same exact costume?” You asked, not knowing how you felt about your chest being on display for everyone. He might be comfortable with it, but it wasn’t something you were really thinking you’d be doing today.

“Oh, Jamil made sure the top was different. It looks like a ribcage, though! It just covers you more.” He explained, and you sighed in relief; well, some of your worries are gone. Still, the question was there.

“You wanna wear matching costumes?” You asked once you were finally dragged to his room. You looked over, and sure enough, there was a matching costume, but instead of just the rib cage corset made of silver bones, there was a black high-neck tank top that would be going under it to cover everything.

“Of course, I want us to be matching!” Kalim said before frowning, “Did you not want to?” and you quickly shook your head.

“No, I’d love to. Give me a few minutes to get dressed, though.” You said, and Kalim laughed as he left the room. The costume was easy to put on, and you could tell from the feel that it was definitely expensive. You made a mental note to make sure to return it in a timely fashion. Once you finished, you called out, and Kalim came bounding back in. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the fit on you.

“You look so good!” He praised as he looked all around, “Perfect! The part is gonna start now, and I wanna show you off, come on!” he said, grasping your hand and pulling you along. All you could do was laugh as he dragged you out of the room.

Jamil Viper

It wasn’t hard to find Jamil, despite all the Scarabia students bustling around to help prepare for the costume party. He was right where you’d expect him, preparing all the meals in the kitchen. His hair was tied up into a bun for the first time since you met him, which meant business. He was stressing away, trying to get everything cooked up when you cleared your throat. He wasn’t even in costume yet, which was saying something.

“Ah, prefect.” Jamil said once he finally took notice of you and smiled, “Do you mind handing me that pan behind you?” He said, and you turned to see right by your head some hanging pots. You grabbed the pan you thought he wanted and handed it over to him. “Thank you.” He said, putting it on the hot stove and going to toss some vegetables in there.

“Busy much?” You asked, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall. He looked like he was having a hard time keeping up, even with other students handling all the chopping. Still, to others, he probably looked just as composed as ever. You could tell from the way his jaw was clenched slightly and how he seemed a bit stiffer in his movements, though, that the stress was getting to him.

“We’re almost done making the food; if you could be so kind as to wait out in the dining area….” He trailed off, and he didn’t have you tell you twice. As much as you’d love to offer some help, you knew he’d turn you down. He might accept if there was still a lot to do, but he was at the tail end of things. You did as he said, sitting over in the dining hall and waiting. Ten minutes later, he strolled out, taking off his apron and tossing it at another student who seemed to be about ready to do laundry.

“Managed to finish everything with time to spare?” You asked, happy to see him visibly relax as he walked closer to you.

“Enough time to put on my costume…come on.” He said, motioning you to follow him. You hummed, wondering what it was he needed you for. Perhaps his costume would be hard to put on. You couldn’t help but silently hope that would be the case as you walked over to his room.

When you walked in, you noticed two similar costumes lying on his bed: "The one on the right is yours. You can get changed in here; I’ll go to the restroom to dress.” Jamil said, leaning over and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. You couldn’t help the blush making its way to your face; they no doubt would be hot to the touch. Jamil smirked at seeing your flustered expression as he disappeared. You never knew what you’d be getting with Jamil…but moments like these were always something to cherish.

[the-broken-truth]

Hello again broken

may i request a baby [1-3yrs old] centaur (thats a half horse half human) reader who was found in a small cage and was clearly on his way to some sort of slaughter house and they find him on the side of the road and gets "adopted"/saved by Lady dimitrescu, her daughter and her wife(it can be anyone or a oc you have for her) and the baby is really clingy to them all cause he was abandoned

For the centaur

🙎‍♂️🐾

For the wife if you have no oc for lady D

👧🦇(whole)

Broken Truth: Hey, what's up? Okay, so a male centaur reader is about one to three years old and a wife for Alcina Dimitrescu who is a complete vampire. That sounds doable. Now, let the words wave together.

About Alcina's Wife: Alcina's Wife is Vivienne Dimitresecu - the Countess of a noble and ancient bloodline who happened to live in the abandoned castle in the mountains. Vivienne ventured to the village and found Castle Dimitrescu and Alcina, the two of them became friends and eventually fell in love. Vivienne adopted the Dimitrescu Daughters as her own.

Mask: Did you seriously just pull that out of your ass?

Broken Truth: Yes. Yes, I did.

He never forgot the day he was abandoned by his mother and placed in the cube of metal rods, yelled at by the massive men that glared at him in disgust and told him that he was going to be slaughtered for his meat - his horse meat to be exact.

He was [Reader] - a 3-year-old centaur that was abandoned by his mother and father for being the runt and captured by the hunters for selling to a massive slaughterhouse on the edge of Romania.

Right now, they were stopped at a campsite - the last stop before arriving at the slaughterhouse. If [Reader] was going to survive the night, he was going to have to do something and fast. He noticed that the men were drinking their elixir (Booze) and he knew that when they drank too much of it, they started acting sluggish and strange; that was going to be the moment for him to escape.

He watched the leader of the men as he stumbled around the camp with the key to the cage fastened around his belt, he waited for the man to get close to the cage before reaching through the bars to snatch the key with the swiftness of a pit viper and hiding the key in his pocket before the man saw as the turned around the kick the cage, making the young one flinch in fear. All he had to do now...was wait for them to pass out from the elixir's effects.

It was around midnight when the men passed out - this was his chance. He placed the key on the outside of the cage door, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it, the large padlock opened. He removed the padlock and slowly opened the cage door to slow the sound of the creaking and once the door was fully opened, he took off in a random direction as fast as his little horse legs could take him.

He wasn't sure how long he was running but the sun rose over the horizon minutes ago and he began stumbling - he was tired, hungry, and in fear for his life. With one last step, his body collapsed in the small blanket of snow. He panted, trying to stay away but the energy was leaving his body fast. He closed his eyes and exhaled as the snow began covering him, little did he know, a figure was watching him and rushed to him when he passed out.

[Moments Later]

Warm.

[Reader] felt warm for the first time in his life and...soft. He felt something draped over him. He blinked and opened his eyes before they began focusing and he took in his surroundings - he was in a very expensive-looking room that was draped in red and gold, he was laying in the bed and placed under the comforter by...who?

He got his answer when the door opened and a woman wanted into the room with a bowl of steaming soup, resting on a platter that she was carrying in her hands. The was had pale skin with piercing red eyes and long black hair, dressed in a black dress with red roses on her chest.

"Oh, I see that you are awake. How are you feeling, dear?" The woman asked as she walked over to the bed, placing the platter on the nightstand before turning to smile at the boy, who looked at her with fear and uncertainty in his eyes.

"Who... Who are you?" The centaur asked.

"My name is Vivienne Dimitrescu and you are in my home. I found you passed out on the side of the road during my walk and I couldn't just leave you there." The woman - Vivienne - smiled at him; this made [Reader] look at her with a shine in his eyes.

"You saved me?" The boy asked.

"Yes. I wasn't going to leave a little boy out there by himself." She placed at hand on his head, gently caressing his head, making him smile and lean into her touch, "You don't have to worry about anything anymore, little one; you are going to be safe here." Vivienne smiled as she moved her hand, but [Reader] flinched and grabbed her hand, out of fear that she was going to leave him, "I'm not going to leave you, dear; I just want you to eat so that you can meet the rest of the family."

Family...

That word was something he never heard before in his lie but something he knew that he wanted for the longest time.

After eating, Vivienne gave him a shirt and held his hand as she walked him through the castle to introduce him to her wife and daughters. Alcina welcomed the boy into the castle as her son and the daughters started debating who was going the be his favorite sister.

For the first time, in [Reader's] Life... he felt love.

[rebornologist]

Hi, I just read your college headcanon thing and I'm just wondering if you have any about what Reborn, viper, Collenelo & Lal and Skull are doing during this! Or of them during their college years!!

Literally any excuse to write about Mammon, I will take... these will likely be shorter because I'll do a bit of both! ♡ Thank you for suggesting arcobaleno content I am so so in love w them all xx

♡ The Arcobaleno in University*:･ﾟ✧

*kinda

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As for while the main cast (Tsuna & co.) are trudging through their years in uni, Reborn has grown a considerable amount, and has kind of let Tsuna on a longer kitestring than before; He still offers his absolutely unhinged tutoring services, and threatens Tsuna that if he doesn't sit down and study to do well in college, he is doomed to having no skills outside of being the 10th generation Vongola family boss lolol

Mammon literally doesn't have to worry about anyone in uni lolol I don't think they're close to anyone who would go to university, maybe Fran but they genuinely could care less about how his studies are going; Maybe if Fran was an accounting/econ major and Mammon considered him a good asset for accumulating wealth.... but we all know Fran's an art or language student or some shit so there's no way in hell

Colonnello goes to all of the sports events to cheer on Yamamoto and Ryohei and literally everyone else; Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he was a PE instructor or decides to be a kinesiology/athletics/nutrition related instructor at some point, he's got time...

Lal doesn't feel as much obligation towards watching over Tsuna & co. anymore at this point, but she gives them shit about their studies sometimes whenever they do see her; Duuuude maybe Colonnello's a prof somewhere and she's the mysterious hot person that visits him during his breaks a little too often and the students are definitely speculating LOL (ColoLal is literally the "prof who overshares" and "brick wall prof" ship dynamic and I love them for it)

Skull is pretty involved with Enma and the Simon bbies in uni!! He goes to any of their sporting events or extracurriculars that they want him to witness bahahaha; Aside from that though, university was never his thing..

Now, as for a little... ♡ College Arcobaleno AU *:･ﾟ✧

♡ Reborn

That is the face of an evil evil business major idc; Something like international business or dareisay a double major into political science as well..

He's so intimidating but also like tall and handsome and such a head turner when he struts around campus; He dresses well and he knows it, always experimenting with fashion and is the definition of hottie walking to his next class in a timely manner, with his expensive ass fair trade organic small batch coffee in hand

Would probably be a frat boy at some point in his college career, he's terrifying and notorious for being brutal with incoming members (hazing isn't fun, y'all); He thinks it's all in good fun though hmmmm.. evil

He somehow has so much time it's like he has infinite time he's that friend that's taking all these classes and balancing work and clubs and socializing, nobody knows how he does it; He's secretly running on basically no sleep, just pure survival instinct

He's in a lot of clubs, his favorite is the costume making or fashion club, he's not the best with sewing, but he loves the people there and they love him as well; He's their bestie and model of choice and he has a good eye for design

He has a creative knack and it's his destressing outlet but he tends to ignore it, why are youuu doing polisci of all things, hardass :\

And of course his favorite class was the one solely about coffee (the fact that those exist @ my school is wild but so so wonderful)

♡ Esper Mammon

Literally why would Mammon be in university it's expensive???

In the case that higher education is not exorbitantly priced and Mammon is attending such an institution..

They literally have purple hair and pronouns BAHAHAH They're absolutely styling on everyone in class all the time, but in a dark brooding and emo way

Says the bare minimum and does just what they need to pass their classes, spare time is spent grinding their side hustles for moneyyy

They're pretty quiet and generally keep to themselves, but won't hesitate to speak to people when spoken to or interacted with

Mammon studies econ or something like that because eughh money money money, but they also have a soft spot for studying certain animals

They got closer to Reborn because they were in the same herpetology course, and had some heated debates over whether the frog or the lizard was superior; They study together sometimes, people think they're dating but they're literally just two hot people sitting next to each other reading up on caecilian life cycles

Mammon definitely has kind of a weird room, with pink lights set up for exotic plants they got really into taking care of at some point, some frogs in a tank somewhere, it's also quite dim in there for no good reason

♡ Colonnello

Gym rat

University is but an extra expensive gym membership to him

He's the type to bring coffee or snacks in to a friend's class, sneaking in through the back with that stupid little grin

Yeah, he knows the effect he has on people, his eyes pierce through hearts brooo it's insane

People assume he's involved with Lal and kind of back off, they probably founded a little paintballing club and a majority of their initial recruitments were just people who thought they were hot and came up to them

He studies something super niche like kinesthetics or whatever goes into physical therapy; He's fascinated by the works of the body and actually is so sweet for wanting to use his experience to help others live their best lives

He volunteers at the raptor center because I said so and that's where he met his best bird friend Falco; He also goes birdwatching at the crack ass of dawn, the perfect time for him to start his morning run before going to the gym or something ashdhsjdf idk how people do this shit broe

Him and Reborn have friend groups that somehow merged and they hated each other's guts since the moment they met each other, they probably fought at some point idk and then became like rival besties LOL the kind where they compete with each other in a not so serious way to keep themselves motivated

Reborn admittedly loves paintballing with him <3

♡ Lal Mirch

Not a gym rat

Either has a double major or minor in women's studies, she's too much of a baddie to not; She's a physics/engineering student though, if not something else hot and sexy like biochem or chemeng...

A substantial number of people in her classes have the hots for her because of the skewed sex ratio in stem especially engineering college life Lal is the hottest bitch on campus

She's got blue light glasses (nerd) and usually shows up to class right on time with sweatpants and a tank top, maybe a zip-up hoodie (my bets are that it's Colonnello's hehe) if there's a breeze outside

She's probably yet another busybody that somehow has time for everything; College level volleyball or softball, probably, and probably some internships on top of her classes

Lal gets along surprisingly well with Mammon, they both begrudgingly respect each other's interest in insects

She definitely started getting tattoos in her college years, she wasn't allowed to even think of them before that, but she knew that once she got out into the world on her own she would adorn herself with so much wearable art

She's got mad rbf to the point where other students are intimidated to even speak to her, sometimes even intimidating to instructors

She's usually in a neutral or even decent mood though, she's quite blunt and straightforward with things, but she's so kind and helpful to anyone who dares to ask her for help

♡ Skull

Why is he even here he doesn't know why he's here

He's here because there are hot girls on campus who look at him when he pulls up on his motorcycle, that is all

Imagine his surprise when he realizes he has to do work to stay in uni, not just hang out and be hot and get girls

College was his peak and his prime for getting his hair cut and dyed spontaneously, getting a million new piercings, etc.; A good amount of these body modifications are done with friends or by friends

He's punk af and loves going to yard shows, maybe house parties

Frat people love him because he has the most insane party tricks, being basically invincible

I like imagining that Colonnello and Skull have lived together at some point and Colonnello has a stockpile of energy drinks; Skull makes great use of that stockpile as well when he's furiously guzzling those electrolytes the morning after to fight off his hangovers (oh Skull my dear it doesn’t work that way lol)

His handwriting is so messy yo whenever he bothers to actually take notes, he'll look back on them and he isn't even 100% sure what he wrote orz

This man cannot cook for his life and became the errand boy just getting groceries for the house so that his dear roommates can make dinner LOL He doesn't mind though :)

Everything that I write about Mammon is sooo friggin self-indulgent, and this is my worst offense. I love reptiles and insects and they do too now I don't make the rules :) Also I literally have a crush on Lal don't come for me if she was @ my uni I'd propose on the spot move aside 'Nello

[the-darklings]

♱. holy

◜KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

♡ week 1, day 3

♡ pairing: the elder/v (coa)

♡ warnings: explicit (18+), body worship, dark!v, power play, exhibitionism/voyeurism, kinda a sex ritual?

♡ word count: 2.1k+

♡ song rec: you belong to me by cat pierce

Wind caresses your skin. Like the leisurely fingers of a lover, they brush over every crevice, every nook of your naked body, sparking sensation after sensation in your limbs.

You’ve been waiting for this. Preparing for days. It was nothing to concern yourself with, in truth. The Elder kept insisting it was not something you had to follow through on, but you didn’t want to go forego this particular tradition for a reason. The expensive, silk curtains surround you from all sides. Enclosing you in a circle, an eye of the would-be storm.

Behind them, you feel eyes. The curtains are enough to obscure, blur just enough. While still leaving all of you bare to the viewing eye. It’s exhilarating. Blood pounds in your ears. The heat of the desert climate only helps to dry your mouth further. How many are viewing your naked body right now? It’s hard to tell. You know the Elder follows traditions strictly — that, in theory, it should only be his inner circle. A sacred act of trust. These men are to devote their whole lives, their very blood, in the act of service to you.

You can imagine grim, worn faces who have known suffering and pain, now observing you. Your chest stutters, the oxygen suddenly hard to hold. Your fingers twitch at your sides, and your tongue wobbly wets your cracked lips for what feels like the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. Sprawled on pillows and silks, surrounded by gold, with air holding the scent of incense thick in the air, you feel near dizzy. It’s evening now. Dying rays of the light no doubt illuminate your naked outline to the men watching you.

Still, nothing happens. No hands ravage you. No whispers mock you or question you. The men are utterly silent, and your muscles tighten with anticipation. You know this much is the point. Beauty in the eye of a beholder.

“You,” a low, accented voice drawls from behind you, and you feel your fingers knot into the silky material beneath you. “Are truly divine, viper. Crafted to be worshipped. Adored. Do you hear how silent my men are? I reassure you, it’s not only because they’re wondering what it would be like to taste you. To feel you. But also because they’re in awe of you.”

A rustle of cloth drags across the floor. You feel and hear the vibration, the rustling when he ambles closer. The Elder’s steps are near-silent otherwise. Your trained assassin ears pick up on it but only because every nerve in your body is hyper-aware of him. Of others.

His frame appears above you, still clothed, finely sown robes of all white. You wore a white cotton dress before you laid down too, slipping it off you with deliberate slowness.

He kneels beside you, peering down at your face. There is no light in his eyes. Only hazy, undiluted lust swims there. Then, with lover’s attentiveness, he permits his eyes to drag over your figure. Slow, appreciative, starved.

“Divine,” he repeats again, his voice soft.

You want to remind him he’s seen you like this. Seen you in many positions. All of them naked. Yet words don’t come. This time is different, you’re intimately aware of it, because this time you will be tied to him for the rest of your life. His tribe will belong to you as you will them. There is no backing out now.

“Shall we begin?”

A shuffle of feet behind you registers and your spine locks. You didn’t realise someone else was going to be inside this circle of curtains and cashmere. Observe as the man above you fucks you right in front of everyone.

“Yes.”

Saad’s voice rumbles through your bones, echoing. Something about him being here promptly puts you on edge yet the spark you feel in your lower gut speaks for itself. He’s hardly at the top of your favourite people list. Or you his. But he’s the Elder’s closest here at the camp outside of Rafik who could not come for the ceremony.

How many times has Saad listened to you and the Elder tangled in each other fucking with wild abandon? How many times has he heard you moaning and coming undone? How many tiny slips of naked skin has he caught glimpses of whenever the tent entrance slipped open?

A hot tongue against your thigh makes you jerk and a shiver races down your spine. The Elder hums quietly under his breath, his chest vibrating against your skin with the sound, and you shudder.

“Let them see,” he breathes and you turn your head to watch him, parting your legs, slotting between them, shrugging off his layers one by one. Saad is behind him, helping him with each. “Let them hear you.”

“Let them fuck me too?” you pose.

It’s not the purpose of this, and you doubt he would be happy with the idea — others can observe, savour, but respect the fact they will never get to touch you the way he does.

“They already adore you,” he admits, his voice deepening, his accent softening his words into a caress. He kisses you again, higher on your thigh, almost at the hip now. His fingers slide past your clit, parting your folds with ease, and you suck in a sharp breath. “They would do anything for you. Kiss your feet if you asked them. Kill for you. If you wished them, if you accepted them into your bed, they would be honoured to have the privilege. This is my present to you, viper. You will never again be alone.”

Soft, lingering kisses and tongue follow. Your body becomes a canvas for his worship. His mouth is an artist's brush, detailing every detail of your body. He lingers on your breasts the longest, squeezing them appreciative. Lick after lick, suck after suck. You’re more than ready for him, your haggard breaths become seething, impatient hisses. You can hear others. Their own growing strain to be witnessing your withering body, hands searching, seeking.

“Get on with it,” you order when he settles in the crook of your neck. “I’m starting to grow as impatient as our audience.”

“You will receive your release, viper,” he promises, sucking on a patch of your sensitive neck, his stubble burning against your skin. As if sensing the lingering pleasure it gives you, the Elder kisses harder, with a whisper of teeth, allowing his stubble to scratch and dig deeper. Your skin is undoubtedly marked now. “When I say you can.”

Your bare legs lock around him, your fingernails sinking into the back of his neck. “No,” you breathe into his ear, your voice venomous. “You will fuck me right now, or you can take the rest of your tribe to bed instead.”

You tease a kiss over the shape of his ear, pressing a playful, nipping kiss to it. The Elder’s steady breaths falter for the first time since you began. There’s palpable tension in the tent. Others are no doubt wondering what’s happening between you. They can only see shapes, some details, but it’s not something that will stop the men from putting their own pleasure first.

“Hold her.”

This time the Elder’s voice rings as a resounding command, the type that shoots straight through you, sinking into your bones. Your wrists get snatched from around the Elder’s shoulders promptly, securing them above your head.

“If you are in such a hurry to be taken for my men to witness, let it be so,” he muses tightly, his palms gliding across your body, messaging and stroking against your curves. Saad’s powerful, stony features appear above you, your wrists locked in his hold. “You alone, V. No else. If you feed the hungry they will always come back to you. Remember that.”

His member appears in his hand from between the fold of his robes, erect and head already weeping with precum. Staring him down, you nudge your legs further apart, hitching an eyebrow and shooting another cutting stare Saad’s way. The man glares down at you, his face still empty of emotion. But he’s still just a man. And you’re a woman, naked, splayed out in front of him, with multiple eyes focused on you. He’s far from indifferent. His jaw is clenched so harshly it’s as if he can’t stand the idea of letting his own need slip out and show.

The Elder sinks into you from tip to hilt, his expression edged with darkness still lingering in him after your previous comment. Removal of your being from his side is the steepest price he could ever pay. And the only one he has never so much as indicated as being willing to pay in earnest.

No matter the fact that he’s the most powerful man in the world, you’re the one with power here.

These men are your men now. He is yours. So is Saad. Only a matter of time until he too accepts it. It’s already alive in him, that seed.

Your hips lock, grinding into each other — bone and skin and friction — and you bare your teeth at the sensation of fullness, the foreign stretch inside you. Your hips rotate, moving at your own pace, but his hand latches onto your waist, ready to keep you in place. You’ve never been one to comply easily though. This much he should be acquainted with by now.

You shove your body at him, jolting the rigid length of him inside you. You’re drenched, more than ready, and clench around him on purpose, delighting in the way tendons inside the Elder’s neck tighten with the move. A furrow of his brow — now damp with sweat — betrays his displeasure, his reluctant appreciation at this open challenge.

Saad’s grip on you is so firm your fingers are starting to go numb at the tips but it only makes you grin harder. Sharp-toothed and vindictive.

Your breasts ripple with every jerky, teeth-clenched controlled move, and your back arches. Burn of fabric feels delicious, adding fuel to your building pleasure. You would love to know how many are appreciating the sight of you like this. Spread-out, moaning wantonly, demanding and moulding the Elder to your will, to your whims. Tradition or no, you’re making this ceremony your own.

This is not some saintly act of claiming an innocent maiden.

You’re letting them see you like this because it will always live inside them. The Elder was right in that regard.

They will always crave more, want more. Unabashedly naked skin, your building orgasm — they’re all a small price to pay for such loyalty, such desire, such fierce obsession.

On his knees, the Elder stares down at you as if you’re his damnation, his thumbs hooking deep into the skin of your hips, holding you to him. A foolish man using a butterfly net to contain a hurricane. He’s drinking in every forced lurch of your hips to meet his rapidly building thrusts. Devouring them with the appetite of a starved man. In many ways, he is.

I could take them from you. All of them. One by one. Make them love me more than they’ve ever loved you. You know it, don’t you?

He does. You know he does. He just wanted you first. Saw in you something you needed time to recognize in yourself over the damage once inflicted upon you. It has blinded you to who you are, what you could still become.

“Deeper.”

He obliges you.

“Harder.”

It’s practically a snarl. He obliges you again.

You’re fucking at this point. There’s no sacred hesitation or dainty touches. Only instinct, only hunger and sweat. Your legs around his hips, nesting him so deep inside you every inch of his member registers with every press and retreat. Every stroke, every wet, slippery sound you both create. The musk of sex, of raw blinding debauchery, permeates the air and a laugh tickles through your lungs, climbing up your throat.

Saad’s pinched breaths above you only propel you further, your eyes lazily sliding over his strained features with a saccharine grin.

Your orgasm pierces through you like a lash of a whip; fierce, sudden. It stiffens every muscle in your body. You coil in your spot like your namesake. Purposely, you don’t look at the Elder, groaning and fighting back his own release — a thick, hot addition of his cum now steadily pooling inside you with his stuttering thrusts — instead turning towards the curtains, towards your audience. You moan for them, ride out your orgasm for them, withering. Your being softens and dilutes for them, seducing them deeper. Few, muffled groans sound on the other side of the wall of material and you let your eyes flutter shut. Satisfied, victorious.

Mine, mine, mine.

[kaylathekittykat225]

Carnival Ride of Horror // Steve Harrington x Reader

Carnival of Horror // SH

Warning/s: Cursing, laughing at inappropriate times, (very minimal) mentions/implications of abuse/stalking (just wanna warn, its super small but just in case!)

Word Count: 3.5k

Hey guys! It’s been a bit since I’ve written, lemme tell you, life has been kinda crappy and its just a little less crappy now! So I decided to start pecking at the keyboard again and this is what came of it! This lovely person requsted this work and I just got around to starting to really write because I had a free week. Anywhoodles, it’s good to write something again and I hope yall enjoy it!

Again thank you for this idea @seraphiiii

omg i came across your post about writing ideas in my feed and got so excited to see both steve harrington and young justice in the tags lmao. but i think a steve harrington x reader where reader and him go to an amusement park and reader is terrified of the rides so he’s like comforting her throughout them and encouraging her but also laughing (in a good natured way obvi) about how scared she is and stuff? i think that would be so cute!!

Here’s my Masterlist.

Enjoy.

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“Stevie, when we agreed to have a date night away from the kids, I didn't think we would be going into a mass of more kids.” As he pulled the keys out, you stared at the bright light shining machinery that had been set in the middle of a field outside the city. The annual summer fair had finally made its way to Hawkins, and it had left a buzz in the air as everyone planned when they would go, talked about what rides had come this year, who their ride buddy would be; it had been all the kids had been talking about for weeks. They put a day together the coming weekend to go as a group and they planned to drag Steve and you along on the off chance that they needed an “adult” to allow them on the rides.

Funny how they assumed either Steve or you knew how to adult.

“Cause I thought it would be a nice change from us just watching movies or having dinner.”

“Oh, so dino nuggets are no longer date-worthy for you.” Steve almost took you seriously, but he saw the grin that has graced your lips at your own comment. He relaxed a little knowing that you weren’t upset with his idea for date night, but he had always wanted to kiss someone at the top of a Ferris Wheel, and he would do anything to get you to the top of the rotating ride.

“So, you’re not mad that I chose here for tonight?” You shook your head and pulled at the door handle separating the two of you from the outside life.

“Of course not Stevie, I just thought it was an interesting choice.” The smile you chose to have was one that hopefully convinced him that you were okay with where the pair of you were going, even if you weren’t happy with the choice.

You can be happy with the idea of going to a carnival as long as you don’t go on-”Cool, so what ride do you want to do first?”

“Shit.” The world slipped out before you could stop yourself as Steve finished paying for your tickets and asked what you had said. “Nothing just kicked myself. Um…” You looked around frantically for something to do that wasn’t flashing brightly and spinning faster than the legal highway speed. “Let’s go over there!”

Steve followed your hand as he saw you point towards the stands of games that were rigged and way too fricking expensive, but he would do it for you. “Alright, starting out with some games I see, I like it.”

The two of you ran through a few of the games, most of them where Steve got way too into it and you had to step between them as he tried screaming that he deserved that stuffed bear/pony/cat/fish, because he almost had it every single time. He did beat out the basketball one, one of the last ones the two of you did on that strip, bolstering his confidence just enough to get him into a cheery enough mood.

“Alright! We played some games, and let the crazies test out the rides so I’m pretty sure they won’t break down on us. Which one should we do first? They got a drop tower, or how about the pit viper swings? Or, or, or how about we…” The night had been going enjoyable up until Steve turned to the rides you had managed to distract him from and pointed at the glowing and fast-moving monsters.

“How about we do the haunted walk over there?” Steve followed your pointing finger with a quizzical look, he hadn’t really taken note of the scary attraction before, never thought to really look to it with everything else going on. “I bet it won’t even be scary to us after everything we’ve been through right ha.”

You took off with a dry laugh without waiting for a response from him; his cries were head behind you, but the haunted house looked better than anything else around you. “Y/N.” He called you again, but you walked faster. By the time you got to the stairs leading into the building, you were practically running up them to get into the dark house with smoke billowing out of it.

“Y/N!” Your name was the last thing you heard before diving through the door and physically bumping into one of the scarers dressed as a zombie. He seemed nice, breaking character enough to ask if you were okay before you had already turned the corner and left him behind too.

Twisting and turning, you didn’t pay much mind to the screaming witches, zombies, skeletons, or anything that happened all around you; over the music and screaming, you could vaguely hear your name, giving you an indication that Steve followed you.

Not too far in, you found a quieter corner with only a couple cobwebs around it where you quickly ducked back into and tried pressing yourself into it deeper, hoping to watch Steve walk right by you.

Why the hell were you running from your boyfriend? You gained a sense of logic for a second where you paused. Why were you running? This was super childish of you and really had no reason. All Steve wanted to do was go on a few rides and you were being selfish and completely ruining what was going to be one of the few evenings you didn’t have to babysit the kids.

As the guilt started to swirl with your desire to not be found, you didn’t notice as the Frankenstein in the room had taken notice of you hiding in the corner and started to tromp over to you. “Hey, miss, you can’t be hiding in here, you gotta keep moving.”

“I’ll be out in a second, sir, let me just-” “You can’t be here-” “If you give me a second, I will leave as soon as I can-” “Miss you have to leave-” “Give me one dan minute-” “Y/N!”

Among all the screaming the Frankenstein and you had been doing was your name being called by a third and new voice along with a hand clasping onto your shoulder. Looking to the hand, you saw the unmistakable outline of the man you were hiding from. “There you are babe, why were you running off.” Just looking at the Frankenstein’s demeanor, you could tell he went into defense mode suddenly.

“Were you hiding from him miss? Are you okay? Do you feel safe?” The painted man moved to step between you and Steve in an attempt to separate you two.

“Whoa, whoa buddy, back off. She’s my girlfriend, chill out.” Steve tried stepping around the man o little success.

“Oh, your girlfriend? And she’s running from you? I don’t think this is looking very good for you, buddy.” The two were shooting back and forth at each other, getting chest to chest, and starting to cause a larger disturbance that started o be heard over the music and background scream noises. More workers it looked like started to slip into the room and try to get the two men to quiet down, going so far as to begin threats of throwing them out of the haunted house.

You were pulled away from the situation before being pushed away and into the next room, looking like it was on its way to the exit in the next two or three rooms: your destination.

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“Y/N?” His voice finally chirped up next to you as Steve took a seat next to you on the grass at the edge of the carnival. “You okay?” When he saw you sitting over here, he had quickly jogged over and took her in as he did so: sitting with her face pressed into her knees and arms wrapped tightly around her legs as she kept herself in as tight of a ball as possible.

You didn’t respond at first, only moving your head to look up at your boyfriend, the person you have embarrassed tonight and most definitely pissed off with your childish antics tonight. “I’m sorry.”

“Whoa what do you have to apologize for? I’ve been worried about you and wanted to make sure that you are okay.” His hand found its way to your back and began rubbing circles into your shoulder blade.

“I was really childish today and you didn’t deserve it, all because I was scared of the stupid rides.” Your words may have been mumbles, but he heard every word clearly.

“Hold on. Babe, did you say you were scared of the rides?” Your small and timid nod was enough for him to understand. “Why didn’t you tell me? I never would have brought you here if I knew that!”

Swallowing the thick feeling in your throat, you looked up at him and saw the disappointment and hurt in his face and that hurt. “Because you were so excited about it, I thought I could get through it and do at least one or two with you. But as we got closer, I guess my nerves got the best of me and I just...ran. Like a stupid child.”

“Hey, hey, hey, no.” Steve quickly shuffled to kneel in front of you and grabbed your hands, holding them in his own and your legs fell down to where you were now criss cross apple sauce. “I’m not gonna force you to do any of these rides if you don’t wanna. If you want to just go home, we can make this a movie night if that works better for you.”

“No, Stevie,” His mouth quirked up at this name. “You already bought the tickets; I don’t want you to waste the money you earned because I’m a scaredy cat.”

Steve took a second to think, racking his brain on how to salvage what has been an eventful evening. “How about…” He paused again and just stared at you with you staring back at him, waiting to hear what he wanted to say. “You can say no, how about we try a few rides, to try and get you on some. If you don’t like riding after one, we can go home, and you can at least say you did it.”

Mulling this idea over in your head, your eyes shifted from where your boyfriend sat in front of you to the bright and joyous scream filled rides were. “I suppose they don’t all look so bad.” You murmured to him, staring particularly at the giant Ferris Wheel that turned, a small memory from early on in your relationship popping into your head. Steve had mentioned a few times that his dream date would be to take a girl up on a Ferris Wheel and cuddle her and kiss her when they got to the top.

“Okay, we can try a few.” Though shaky, your voice was a little stronger this time and you gave Steve a small smile.

“You sure?” A nod. “Okay, I’ll let you choose which one we go on, okay?” Another nod.

Together, the two of you stood to your feet and approached the hustle and bustle of the carnival grounds again. “What did that Frankenstein do to you? I hope he didn’t get you in trouble or anything.” You asked as you laced your hand with Steve while the other went to hold onto his arm, squeezing it slightly as you got closer to the machines and your stomach growing heavy again.

“Oh him, he didn’t do much, just tried scaring me when he though I was some creep chasing you.” He chuckled at the short story, glancing over to you as you took in the carnival for really the first time, looking for something that didn’t freak you out. “How about we start with those spinning pods over there? All they do is spin around and if you want it to, we can make it spin on the inside too.”

Following his finger, you saw what he was referring to as it did spin around, the four small egg things with windows in them were spinning on the main machinery but also appeared to be spinning on their own. As you got closer and apparently joined the line, you could see inside one of them a group of middle school boys cackling as they pulled on the weird center disk that kinda looked like a pizza pan. “Yeah, we can give it a try.” The shakiness in your voice had come back and your grip on Steve tightened.

“Hey, you got this I’ll be right here with ya.” He returned the squeeze to your hand and fishes through his pocket for two tickets to hand over at the entrance. “Up ya go.” He mutters as he helps you up the three stairs leading into the egg ride thing you were entering before he stepped in behind you and took his place next to you. You were already holding a death grip on the center console when the door was shut, and Steve sat next to you. “You know what this is?” He asked gesturing to the disk you were holding onto with the vice grip.

“Something for me to hold onto?” You shocked yourself with how violently your voice was shaking as you heard something start to rumble around you. “Oh, shit its moving.” Steve let a quick chuckle out before he stopped himself and tried explaining the center console would cause the pod thing to spin. “Fuck no! Don’t you dare make this thing spin.” Bloody murder was not even near definitive enough of how much you were screaming.

“Babe, babe calm down, it’s fine! I promise, ha!” In comparison to your screaming, Steve seemed to be having the time of his life as he laughed; at least he wasn’t making the ride spin. “Babe, babe, babe, I’m so sorry I’m laughing, I promise I didn’t mean to, but you were screaming so much! And it was hilarious!” Steve held onto his sides as he nearly fell out of the pod and waited for you to follow his laughing self. When you didn’t step out, he turned back around and saw you still had your hands clenched very tightly to the metal plate, your eyes wide and your lips pursed together. “Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about the rides, do you wanna go home?”

Hearing him soften up got you to finally look at him and slowly let go of the wheel. “N-n-no. I’m…” You paused to catch your breath and steady your voice. “I’m good, I just don’t know if I can do any more of these kinds of things.” Taking his hand, you pulled yourself up and stepped out from the ride and have yourself a few seconds to remember how to use your legs.

“You okay?” You nodded at him and gave a shaky, but okay smile. “You sure you wanna do another one? Cause we can go-”

“No, no, I can do…” The carnival really did have more rides than just ones that wanted to make you die, but none that really made you want to jump on them. “Can we do the carousel? I know I can do that one at least, my mom took me on them enough as a kid to be desensitized to those ones.” Steve looked over and saw the carousel that was filled predominately by smaller children, but if you wanted to do this and it was because he bought the tickets, he couldn’t make her do something else.

“If that’s what you wanna do, then we can do the carousel all night long, babe.” You nodded at him and followed him as he took your hand and the two began the walk to the carousel.

The carousel ride was much less curse filled, thankfully. You and Steve had found a pair of horses sitting side by side and the two of you quickly claimed them. Like you had said, you did get to enjoy this ride due to having done it before and you were able to just chat between the two of you, talking about how the kids were cute, how excited you were to take the kids to the park and not have to rides. It was a fine ride, definitely better than the last one.

“You ready to go home, babe?” Steve turned to you with a smile on his face. Getting you to ride two of the rides was honestly enough for him, plus, he knew Dustin would ride all of them with him later, with you waiting at the end for him.

You were about to agree and leave this eventful evening behind you, but you saw what Steve was standing near and bit your lip. Should you do it? Could you do it? “Actually, I wanna do one more.” He gave a quick quirk of his head before he followed your eyeline and turned around.

“What? Babe, we don’t have to do that, you have been through enough today and you were great, you don’t have to prove anything.”

“But...you have been wanting to do it, you told me about it one time.” You responded a little shyly as you confessed that you were doing it back of what he told you that one time. “I just...I really want you to be able to do it.”

“You...you remembered?” Steve was kind of shocked that you remembered him mentioning it, he had told that to girls in the past, but none of them really went out of their way to think about it, hell, even to remember it. “Are you su-”

“Steve, yes, I wanna do it with you.” The grin on his face was immaculate and contagious as one grew on your face as he quickly took this well and pulled you towards the line to the Ferris Wheel and dug around in his pockets for another round of tickets.

As it went around, you felt your stomach grow heavy again when you finally saw how high it got and had to calm yourself down without causing another scene. “Come on, babe, looks like ours is up.” He gently tugged on your hand and pulled you into the seat next to him before the handlebar was lowered and locked in front of you. “And here we go!”

The squeak that left your mouth was nothing but surprise and terror as you clung onto the bar for your life, your knuckles turning white with the sheer force you were holding on. “It’s really stupid you know that the only thing holding us back from falling to our death is this small bar and it’s really stupid because was if I was reall-holy shit this is really tall!” You finally removed your hands from the bar and moved to press yourself in Steve.

You could feel him trying to stop himself from giggling as he moved his arm to wrap it around you. “You can laugh you know; I really don’t care. I’m the coward of an almost twenty-year-old who’s scared of a carnival.” A chuckle did come through as the ride kept rotating and you slowly moved closer to the bottom.

“I’m not laughing at you, babe, but the noises you are making are fricking hilarious.” His voice still held the chuckle as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and you responded with another squeak of shock as you started rising again.

Making it to the top again, you were waiting for it to hit its peak and for the relief of lowering the cart to begin, but instead there was a shudder before the ride stopped. “What’s going on, what’s going on, why are we stopped? Oh god we are about to die, fuck, shit, I don’t wanna die.”

“Babe, calm down, someone below us is getting off so they had to stop the ride for a bit. Remember when we had to get on? Same thing probably happened to someone else.” You nodded your head and just stared ahead to the tops of the trees you never thought you would have seen.

“It’s...it’s not too bad up here.” You finally mutter after a few beats of silence and getting your bearings. “I wouldn’t want to stay up here, but it does look nice.” Steve hummed in agreement and pulled you a little closer. “Hey Stevie?”

“Hmm?” He responded looking down at you.

“Thanks, tonight was fun.”

His face broke out into a grin again at your thanks. “Of course, thanks for giving a few of these rides a chance.” Smiling up at him, you sat a little straighter and caught his lips with your own, the two of you humming to the other that you were happy with your evening.

Though it was not as long as Steve would have wanted to stay in that moment with you (the ride started again and you broke away with another shriek), but he wouldn’t have traded that moment for anything else in his life.