#i was possessed. i cannot make all of the drabbles this long or i will not move from my laptop until next week

[johnslittlespoon]

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?"

u know i have to request this (from smut dialogue) with buck and bucky😭😭😭😭

prompts | i got three requests with this dialogue right off the bat LOL we are all a dog–coded bucky hive mind truly. <3

Gale’s hand tangles in the soft dark curls of the man sat between his legs, feeling thumbs drag slow circles over the muscle of his calves while John looks up at him adoringly from where his cheek is pressed to his thigh.

Long lashes flutter when he gives John’s hair a little tug, pulling him closer, smiling fondly at the way he shuffles forward on his knees and then settles, watching Gale expectantly.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing?” He purrs out, and a soft pink spills across John’s cheeks. Gale lowers his other hand to rest over his belt buckle, and John goes very still, gaze flicking between Gale’s face and his lap, and he can’t help but breathe out a quiet laugh at his anticipation.

“You think you’ve been patient enough?” He asks, like he hasn’t just had John sit on the floor next to his chair for the better part of an hour, catching every subtle shift from the corner of his eye each time he’d turn a page of his book.

John nods slowly, like it’s a trick question, but Gale gently pushes his hair back in reassurance, nodding.

“I think so too,” he agrees, retracting his hand and instead working his belt open, watching John’s lips part as his eyes zero in on the motion, a visible shiver running through him at the quiet clink of the metal. He gets his zipper down and pulls himself out, dragging his hand up and down lazily, stomach twisting hot at the way John’s tongue reflexively slips out to wet his pretty pink lips.

He waits, letting John squirm for a little bit longer, only caving when he hears a whisper of a whimper bubble up in his throat.

“Alright,” he gives the go ahead, and John eagerly leans forward, splaying his fingers out over Gale’s thighs, not needing to be reminded not to use his hands, not when he’s like this. He groans when John licks a sloppy line up the underside of his cock, bringing a hand back down to twist in his hair, though he doesn’t have to give much else direction before soft wet heat wraps around him.

Gale curses under his breath, lightly pressing against the back of John’s head, and spit–slicked lips slide further down with ease. He feels John hum around him when the tip of his nose brushes against his stomach, watches his eyes slip closed, feels his hands twitching on his thighs.

His throat contracts around him when he swallows, and Gale can’t resist rocking his hips up just a little, hissing at the sensation, heart skipping a beat at the whine it drags from John. He pets his hair, keeping the weight of his hand in place when he rolls his hips again, and John’s fingertips dig into the fabric at his thighs, the vibrations of a blissful moan running straight up his cock and sinking into his bones.

“Such a good little pup, aren’t you?” He rasps appreciatively, and John’s eyes are already glazed over when he blinks them open to look up at Gale the best he can, cheeks beautifully flushed. “It’s like you’re made for this.”

Gale slides his boot inwards just enough to slip his calf between John’s parted legs, finding a slow rhythm as he grinds up into his velvet–soft mouth. He can feel John’s hips subtly twitch forward against his leg, and he presses it harder into his clothed crotch in encouragement, unable to drag his eyes away from the image before him.

“Good boy,” he breathes out. “Take what you need, darling.”

Muffled gags and moans fill the room as John ruts against his leg, looking drunk on his praise, all worked up and needy just from Gale using his throat. It’s a sight Gale will never grow tired of, and one he’ll never stop feeling lucky to witness.

[visionsofmagic]

◜ mk1 men breaking the bed/headboard while fucking you ◞

▸ characters: bi-han, syzoth, liu kang, raiden, kuai liang, johnny cage, tomas◂ ▸wc: 4k+ [wow]

▸ tags¬es: REQUESTED by @luvv4lurd. drabble but long (like very long), fluff, nsfw, breaking, licking, ropes, inappropriate usage of power/abilities, humiliation, rudeness, rough, biting, power, begging, fingering, swearing, monster fucking (kind of), power play, pet names, calling god/goddess, possessiveness, protectiveness & more in the work, enjoy! [didn’t want to write this long & I am not sure whether @luvv4lurd wanted it to be this long but couldn’t hold myself, they’re so cute! hope all of you like it, have fun!]◂ ▸ m.

BI-HAN doesn’t care about hurting you that much, yet, he gives you a safe word to make him stop when it is needed. clearly, he wants to fuck you well enough so that he can show you only he can fuck you like this. this goal of his brings him to an edge that he put your body down on the bed, ass up, cock thrusting deep inside your walls as your body jolts forward and backward in sync with his cock’s rhythm going in and out of your pussy full of cum - since you have cum like two times already.

he’s a bit rougher than he is usually because he heard a few other lin kuei’s members talking about you - how they are mesmerized by your presence whenever you come into view, however, they complained about how they can’t talk to you because you’re always with the grandmaster, sub-zero.

that moment, he decided to fuck you hard enough to make you have difficulties with walking, making everyone realize who fucked you - their grandmaster - they will know who you belong to and that was why he is rough right now.

you don’t complain though, well, until he makes you scream his title - “my - ohh - my grandmaster!” he loses his mind, releasing his power; hands get colder as ice appears on them from fingertips to the arm, and since his hands on the headboard, to hold it tight and fucking you with a great strength, it covers with ice, making the surface so easy to break into pieces and this is exactly what happens.

the headboard breaks into countless pieces, the room’s temperature going down in an instant, your eyes widen but bi han gains his mind’s control, hands turning to normal as they touch your waist, sending a chill down your spine with their coldness - bi han begins to fuck you harder as if it’s even possible, blaming you.

“see what you made me do whore? it’s only because of you! have to get a new one now, but you should pay for what you have caused pretty slut and you will pay by giving this beautiful wet pussy to me - to the rightful owner of it. will fuck you until you can’t walk for the next week, my dumb whore.” 

SYZOTH tries his best not to use any of his strengths during the make-up sessions you share - getting intimate yet shy while doing it. he wants you to stay healthy even after the sex, only maybe some of the marks on your body that he likes to leave. however, sometimes you become a brat, acting naughty, trying to play with his nerves of pleasure and instincts enough to make him go rougher, and since he doesn’t want to hurt you, his hands find the sides of the bed while he’s fucking you with the position of missionary, green innocent eyes focusing on your face that full of cries, parted lips, half-closed eyes watching him with such delight he wants to prove himself further – wants to fuck you so good that your body cannot forget about it in the following days until the day he fucks you again.

and he loses himself when a hand grips him by the hair, pulling his face down at your level, ear to ear, you say in a whisper which is followed by a little moan afterward, “cmon pretty boy, I know you can do better than – ohhh – this!”

who is to decline your offer? who he is to hold himself still instead of fucking you harder – better?

syzoth whimpers at your words, he lets your legs hug his bare back, hands wrapping his neck as his hands begin to hold the surface of the bedsides tighter to find a balance after shoving his dick into your wider pussy rapidly than before, roughness and lust dripping from heart to body within actions.

“oohhh –“ he moans in sync with you, “tell me how good it is my love, please, please –“ he stops himself from crying by biting down your shoulder a few times, listening to your cries mixed with both pain and pleasure with full attention, and when you praise him, his edge comes, making him lose himself, and letting his nature form in some parts of his body; a tail appears on his back, it wags on its own – eyes turn darker green – and hands are covered with the skin of his true form, all green until it reaches to the arms.

all feelings double when his strength rises, weight becomes hard to endure, dick bigger – definitely rougher, going in and out of your aching yet wet pussy, and you reach climax at the same time – the exact time when a few crack sounds are heard, causing you to look into each other’s face – looking both excited and peaceful because of reaching the climax and shocked when the bed break into two, its middle swallows your bodies as syzoth hold you from the back from an instant, turn you around so that his back meets with the rigid surface of the floor under the bed.

hands on your back, hugging, turning into human form, and tail disappears as he looks at you with innocent and shy eyes as if you’re not lying down on the ground, inside a broken bed, cums still dripping.

“I’m so sorry y/n – but it – it was too much for me to handle. my love, how can I make you forgive me? I will do anything for you – just say it and I will show how sorry I am but please don’t judge me. I can’t hold my thoughts together when I have your pretty pussy.”

LIU KANG can be the steadiest person – or a god but you don’t know any other god aside from him, but not in bed, no, never. he is that steady, straightforward, gentle, cute, and all these kinds of things under the lights of daylight, however, when it turns into a dark sky when you visit him in his room – or you in yours, exchanging a few words, questions only to begin to fuck after the formality.

it’s not that he uses you as his fucktoy – yes, it feels like it because it turns you on, but no, he’s in love with you – so deeply that he loses his mind whenever he sees you, and when it comes to getting intimate, oh, he forgets about the timeline he has created entirely, focusing on you – your pretty face he likes to watch, your magnificent body he finds as the most beautiful thing on all realms, your voice that comes into his ears as prays while you moan his name and even his title whenever you feel like it, and oh, your delicious pussy that neither his fingers, his tongue nor his dick will ever get bored of – it will be such disrespectful thing to be bored when you open your legs wider to him, showing your pink pussy that begs for his caring and affection – that he gives you what you want right away.

he’s a god, yes, but he can kneel in front of you if it is needed – to eat you out, or even to beg you.

on a night, when he lets you do whatever you wanna do with him, you chose to ride him in order to show him how you love his dick so much as he watched you from below, making you feel so powerful because of having the god of fire, liu kang, under you – moaning your name, eyes blurry, a bit of fire travels on his shoulder since he hasn’t logical side in the brain, no longer when you ride him so good – it feels as if you’re his goddess and you can’t deny that it doesn’t turn you on just by thinking about it.

smiling widely, you let yourself get the pleasure at the highest level, so, you throw your head back, and hands travel on your body from hair to shoulders, from breasts to abdomen, from there to your ass – literally exhibiting your own body to liu kang while bouncing on his lap – pussy clench around his length whenever you sit down only to rise up and repeat the action rapidly, riding him, fucking him.

and liu kang’s last logical side screams him not to hold you – because if he does it, he is sure he will break you into pieces. he doesn’t want to hurt you, especially when he witnesses the sight in front of him – breathtaking, making him lose the balance of his strength. instead of holding you, he grips the headboard behind him as he sits there, having you on his lap – watching you riding him beautifully.

then, you look down, and chuckle, “let your goddess take you to the stars, pretty boy.”

he never had this kind of situation with any other person, so, when you reflect his own words with yours – ‘let your god take you to the stars, pretty girl’ – he really sees stars, hands get tighter, and he breaks the bed with his power of strength and fire, moaning your name loudly, “aggh – y/n!” as he cums hard into your warm walls.

the moment he opens his eyes once again, he sees your smirking face first, one of your soft fingers travels on his cheek as you kneel down closer, “oh, couldn’t pretty boy resist it and cum in an instant?” you chuckle, mocking him, “where is the god of fire, huh? maybe, you should be the one who calls me goddess instead.”

he doesn’t waste a moment, holding you from the waist, he closes the gap between your bodies – nose to nose, white eyes devour yours only by looking at them intensely, and he smirks – darker than yours, radiating fire.

“darlin’, you are already my goddess but you need to learn who you belong to. don’t worry, the lesson you will have now will be enough to make you remember it to no longer forget about it. I will teach you personally while fucking you on this broken bed.”

RAIDEN is a stranger to his own power that has been given by liu kang to fight with it to protect the earthrealm, however, now it sticks with raiden every second of the day and night, and he can’t leave it even while fucking you.

he says he should get used to it in every situation. he’s shy about it while saying it but you know that there are other reasons behind the desire to bring his lightning power into the bed ‘cause, that way, he can send a tickling jolt to your body – even to your pussy, making your pleasure rise up, wanting him to continue what he’s doing.

he knows you like it too – how he can’t anyway? you love seeing his eyes turning to light blue from time to time, love to let it flow through your skin, sending chills down your spine, getting you closer to the edge.

raiden discovers your kink contains electricity accidentally, and in a weird situation when he forgets to leave his amulet bonded to his hand while getting intimate with you.

he doesn’t realize holding it even when he goes hotter as he lowers down on your body, kissing every inch of you, reaching your exposed pussy soaking wet to the ground because of his gentle, slow yet effective approaches. he’s so gentle with you that he literally begs to taste your cum in his mouth.

letting him, you lean onto the headboard, wide open legs meeting with his soft-looking eyes, making him whimper at the sight.

you look so pretty that even after having your cum in his mouth, he can’t stop - he says he wants to thank you for letting him eat you out passionately by hovering over you, hands find the headboard behind you as he thrusts into your wet and fleshy pussy again and again with a pace driving you mad.

you scream how good he’s making you - to make it double, he uses some electricity that flows through your body without even noticing it, and the sudden sensation makes you clench around his length, swallowing it entirely, giving raiden a heart attack because of the pleasure he has never felt before, and it ends up with him using his strong muscles to hold himself in balance by gripping the headboard harder, making it crumble and break into pieces in a second.

to protect you from the falling pieces of it, he lowers down, covering your body within his but it makes all things go worse – or better as you say afterward; his cock reaches the end of your pussy, and it even becomes visible on your abdomen – and the scream, moans you made causing raiden to lose his mind – he begins to thrust into you, balls hitting your ass, forehead touches yours, eyes turn into light blue when you look at them.

“you have no idea how beautiful you look right now, my love. so – so beautiful. I am so sorry to break the bed but I can’t stop now. how can I? your pussy begs for me to continue fucking you. ohhh – it feels so good. I am offering myself to you as a forgiveness gift.”

KUAI LIANG is a man who lives to give you, his beloved lover, what you deserve – the whole world, as he believes. loving doing the things you want, he’s no longer a gentleman in bed as the bond you share grows more powerful as well as the intimate sessions you have an increase in passion and trust.

he becomes rougher when you need him to be. being such a needy lover for him, you choose to trust him enough to let him have you in ways you can never imagine on your own because he looks fragile from the outside – he still is but not when you get into the bed after a long and exhausted day, ready to find your peaceful hours, inside each other’s arms which turns into a hot moment since you can never resist the urge of getting closer – he turns into a beast, you can see the sparkes he has inside his eyes – reflection of the fire he has within his soul and body.

on one of the nights you become lustful for each other, kuai has you on your knees, ass up in the air, and your second cum’s juice flows through his thick warm cock onto your inner thighs and ass, however, he can’t focus on the mess you’re making because all his attention is on your wrists which are roped with his kusarigama – it has no kama yet the coldness of metal chains around your wrists are enough to send you chills since kuai’s entire body radiates warmness.

holding your wrist, he increases the pleasure you are getting from the way he fucks you into the mattress, moans coming from you mixing with the swears and praises he says between his rapid breaths, dripping sweats and moans – only you can make him so weak, so fragile yet powerful at the same time – it causes him to try to prove himself to you in a greater way that you can never forget about it, that your body screams his markings.

the sound that is created by the lewd sounds of his thrusts hitting your soaked clit build twist feelings inside your stomach that is pushed down onto the bed as his left hand holds the wrists that have chained while the free one is put on the headboard’s edge, holding it tightly because he needs to find a source of stability to stay still but it doesn’t work – not when he finds this new angle amusing, begins to shove his dick into your warm walls faster, then, when his climax hit, the solid tool cracks – collapsing.

when he comes to his senses, getting off his high, he realizes what he has made.

he looks a bit guilty, eyes finding yours, his face has an expression of a man who seeks forgiveness yet he seems to enjoy it, and he smiles when you chuckle, joking about how he can easily turn into a madman only because of having you like this.

as he agrees, he caresses your hair, hands playing with the chain to open it. he turns your body over, hugging you from the shoulder, he still doesn’t take his dick off of you.

“’m so sorry honey, didn’t mean to break the bed but weren’t it the head of the bed, I would break you – was so good – you feel so good. fixing it will be the first duty for me after I get more of you – can I? please say that I can because I need you – one more baby, please, give me one more. promise I will be more cautious with our surroundings. don’t want to get you hurt. you will only get pleasure until we’re done, my love.”

JOHNNY CAGE can be the most reckless fucker in the whole timeline. interested in you only, he loses the last logical side of his brain – if he has any when he has you in different situations yet each one of them is as effective as the others.

being energetic, having almost superhuman strength, and going wild in sex, he is sure unreliable while fucking. creating a sense of fear with excitement in your abdomen, ideas rush into your mind as you think about what he will do differently this time in every intimate moment. his uniqueness can be pointed out even while fucking you or letting you fuck him.

he’s also loud, talkative, preferring to let you know that you feel wonderful, perfectly taking his dick – or him, entirely, destroying his mind because of the beauty you have as lust cages him like a chain.

he seems like a madman too with his mind full of thoughts about how he can turn the sex you have into something more bustling, catchy, and entertaining for the two of you, maybe a little more for you ‘cause he prefers to be an unforgettable lover. he addresses you as his queen, and he is determined to prove himself right by treating you as one.

to do this, he tries to get his ideas turn into realities while fucking you.

not caring about your surroundings, not thinking consequences of being unconcerned, not realizing what he has done until his highness’ effects of being pussy drunk decrease. the reality hit his face when he saw the world around him, you still under him, mind dizzy, mouth dry because of moaning non-stop, eyes half-closed as you looked up at his face, cries cleaning your heated face.

the bed, worth a million dollars he chose to fuck you onto, now has a broken headboard – the pieces falling onto the floor and the bed’s soft white fabric. the memories of the moment before rushes into his mind as he looks at the broken material inside his fisted hands; he understands that he is the one that caused this. he fucked your wide-open pussy so mindlessly that when he gripped the head to find something to hold on to, he broke it without realizing it. 

as you still soak wet with your cum, and his own getting out of you, he jokes about the situation; chuckling while pointing out the power he has enough to break the bed’s head in one movement, showing it to you with such proudness you roll your eyes – this time not because of his dick, but because of his silliness.

he puts his hands on your sides, smirking down at you, winking, and having no shyness about breaking the bed.

“oh princess, it was worth a million dollars but doesn’t matter. you are worth more than anything in entire timelines. to have your pussy, I can break all of ‘em pretty. but can we appreciate how strong I am? ‘is all because of how good you’re makin’ me feel – ohh, pretty lady, making my mind go crazy like that – ‘is because of you that I broke it, but, what about we break the couch too? wanna do it – wanna break it too while eating you out. c'mon princess, gotta fuck you in every piece of furniture in this house.”

TOMAS is not like his brothers – he is not like the rest of the men at all. he’s a lover who puts your well-being before anyone else, including his desires, and passionate when it comes to that decision in times he has you inside his arms, standing naked from head to toe, giving yourself completely to the man you trust the most, you love the most.

his fragile manner doesn’t let him go hard on you even if you want him to do so. afraid of hurting you even a little bit prevents him from becoming rougher and harsh to you. he listens to all your pleases, begging him to fuck you harder, wanting him to believe he can never harm you, yet, he chooses to stay still even when you act so bratty, trying to get into his nerves, making him let it go.

tomas, being a cute shy boyfriend, delicate when the matter is you, stays determined for a long time ‘'til the day you plan everything out and make him lose his gentle manner, causing the loss’s emptiness to be completed with the new one – greed.

the greed he has for you builds up from his deep soul to show itself through his actions after he sees you sitting on the bed, on your knees, the dress you wear is thin and represents the color of tomas’ armor, the delightful body underneath it is visible to his widened eyes, looking innocently yet devilishly to his eyes, smiling widely as you rise your hand for him to hold and get into the bed with you.

who he is to resist? his determination is not that great – and both of you realize it when tomas gets into the bed, a moment later, when his cock meets with your already soaked and prepared pussy after he fingers you, he feels warmness, fire building within his body, making him want to devour you, unlike the times you had before, he’s a bit dizzy now.

he moans your name over and over again, lips curl only to moan, whimper, and beg for more. you let him though, saying he can get what he needs – you say he can use your body for his pleasure, and when he finally admits it feels euphoric to go rough on you, moans coming out of your pretty pink lips like a melody to his ears, encouraging him further.

he grips you from the waist while fucking you; he uses your body as he pleases, moving your body front to back, his thrusts meet with your walls in mid-air, earning rhythmic moans from both of you.

throwing his head back, he decides to hold the bed under your body because he realizes the red marks on your waist due to the grip he has on there. when his hands reach for the mattress, he grips the white covers strongly, hands turn into fists, and those fists hit the bed’s rigid surface – the bed breaks into two the moment he cum carelessly into you after you praise him, call him your good boy.

he swears for the first time, eyes closed shut, his cum meets with yours, forehead connects with your chest as you hug him from the shoulders.

breathing deeply into your breasts, warmness flows from his breaths to your exposed skin, smoke appearing on the curves of his body slowly, and you feel his tears because of both pleasure he has felt and quilt coming from breaking the bed, making your bodies go lower a little bit.

“oh, I’m so sorry, so so sorry, didn’t mean to – I – I just want to prove myself and get lost when you moan my name like that, calling me your good – ohh – boy. ‘m so sorry my goddess, please, forgive me. wanna say it will not repeated but I can’t – it felt so good that I wanna do it again – right now. my love, would you let me do it again? say yes, and I will be a very very good boy for you – only for my goddess.”

what a journey of rut! here's a cake for you because you deserve it after reading this, bearing it with me! 🍰

❤️ tagging: @lookingforgoodthings , @snowprincesa1 [taglist]

[mint-yooxgi]

Dreamer - Yandere!Vampire!Yeosang

Yandere AU & Vampire AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Yeosang X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,771

Warnings: Hunter/Prey dynamics, Invasion of dreams mentioned multiple times, Possessive and sexual thoughts, violence and blood mentioned. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: It's been a while... sorry for the delay in posting things, like I said, life has been crazy! I hope you all enjoy this one, something short and sweet for you all. Dedicating this one to @anyamaris hehehe... As always, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

The Sixteenth and Final of The Feral Drabbles

The loud chiming of the clock tower rings through my ears, nearly drowning out all other sounds. Golden light filters in through the widows, filling the stone walls with the last rays of the setting sun. If I listen closely, I can still make out the faint sounds of your heavy breaths. You cannot escape me, Starling. No matter where you hide, no matter how far you run, I will always find you.

I don’t know how many times I have told you how futile it is to try and get away from me, but you never seen to want to listen. I’m starting to think you rather enjoy the chase. Something about the imminent danger I pose simply gets your blood thrumming with excitement. I can just tell.

Of course, I could end this all in an instant. I could appear beside you at any given moment. My speed and tracking abilities are unmatched, especially when I have what I want in my sights. Yet, where would the fun be in that? I love listening to your heart race because of me. I love knowing I can make your scent spike suddenly with the slightest of sounds. You can sense me getting closer, can’t you? You know that I always get what I want, and what I want is you.

You smell amazing… Have I said that already? That pungent aroma of fear, permeated with the slightest thrill of excitement. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. After all, I know you better than you know yourself. In time, I’ll show you just how perfect I am for you, just as I know how perfect you are for me.

For months I’ve been studying you. The shadows have always been my friends, but when it comes to you, I am the shadows. All those dark and lonely nights I watched you, longing to be beside you, and finally be able to hold you in my arms. I longed to be able to brush my fingertips over your face, tracing loving patterns into your skin that only I can see. I wish to be there for you, and I so badly want you to be there for me.

Your soul called to me. The scent of your blood intoxicates me. Your laugh enchants me, and your smile sets my long dead heart aflutter. Just the sight of you has brought me back to life in ways I never thought possible, and I will cling to that essence of vitality for as long as we both shall live.

There is no me if there is no you.

Now, if only you could see that.

I’ll admit, knocking you out and bringing you to an unknown location was probably not the best way to properly introduce myself. In my defence though, I did overhear you talking to that one friend of yours about certain particular fantasies you’ve always had. You’ll have to excuse me for jumping the gun. I got too excited, and besides, it’s not like you don’t know me.

For months I’ve been appearing in your dreams. It started out small, just in passing at first. A glance of my face here. A hint of my voice there. You seemed to be reacting positively to me, too! I noticed a few times you seemed to be looking forward to my slight visits. Sometimes, you’d even go so far as to continue searching for me in your mind when I passed by. A fact of which made me happy beyond doubt.

Then came the nightmares.

You’re prone to them, aren’t you? The darkest recesses of your mind which you hide away in the light come creeping out of the shadows to torture you while in your most vulnerable state. They’re relentless, and unforgiving. A hindrance to your livelihood which dulls your shine, and petrifies your strength.

You can see why I couldn’t have that. I vowed to keep you safe, and that will always include keeping you safe from yourself.

Which is why I had to step in. I couldn’t leave you to suffer all alone. Not only could I prove to you how valuable I could be to you in your dreams, but it let me interact with you. Even on a subconscious level, I could tell it was going to benefit me greatly. I could talk to you, protect you, keep you interested…

And interested you were! I can still recall the way your eyes felt raking over my full visage for the first time. I could tell that you liked me, and that only made me know stepping into your subconscious mind was the right thing to do. 

We were finally making progress! You could see me for who I was, and I could finally see you without hiding myself away. I could interact with you on a more personal level, even within a dream. 

Everything I said, everything I did, was real. There’s no question about it. I would never deceive you like that, anyways. You deserve my truth, for it will soon become yours as well.

Those nightmares, though recurring, also let me understand you better. Those monsters stalking your dreams will never be able to hurt you again. I made sure of it. I showed them what a true beast looked like. Though, I will say, feeling their blood drip from my hands after rendering them limb from limb is immensely more satisfying in real life than within any dream your mind can conjure. I only wish I could have inflicted more damage on them while they were still alive…

They didn’t suffer enough. Not after what they all did to you. Nobody hurts you, cheats you, lies to you and gets away with it. No one.

I’ll tear them all to shreds. I’ll rip their pathetic flesh from their bones and feed their mangled corpses to the sea. Hell is a blessing compared to what I have prepared for anyone that crosses you. After all, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you…

Oh, look at me… getting so caught up in my thoughts of you again that I nearly missed the sound of you changing your hiding place. It’s adorable how you think you can get away from me. As if you really want to. Why else would you have ran up the clocktower rather than out into the streets the first chance you got?

What will I get once I finally catch my prize? I’ll finally be able to properly feel your skin beneath my touch. Will you hold onto me as tightly as I’ll be holding onto you? Will you whisper my name so sweetly, granting me a long since desired wish? Or maybe, just maybe…a kiss? 

Oh, how I’ve longed to feel your lips pressed against my own, My Sweet Starling. Ever since that one fateful night, that glorious dream we shared, I’ve been longing to know what you taste like in real life. You’ve already let me touch you once before, now all there’s left to do is make your whole body shake in ecstasy in real life.

I know it was simply a dream, but fuck- I can still hear the way you cried out for me. The way your thighs wrapped around my head as I worshipped you between your legs… as I buried myself deep inside of you… I want to feel it again. This time, I want it to be real.

I want to hear those sinful lips of yours crying out my name. I want to hear you gasp as I sink my fangs into your flesh, and drink my fill of you. I want to feel your nails cutting into my back and pulling me closer because you cannot get enough of me. You already know that I can never get enough of you, and I will always prove that my love for you is true.

Oh, Starling… you’re going to make me moan if you keep smelling like that…

Delectable. Sinful.

…Mine.

Already I can feel my mouth salivating at the thought of catching you. My fangs are nearly pricking my lips. Starling, I don’t know if I can hold myself back for much longer…

I can hear your heart racing nearly in time with mine.

Tell me… are you as excited as I am right now? There’s something about the thrill of the chase, isn’t there? Knowing that I’m hunting you, wanting to catch you and finally make you mine. I swore to you that I meant you no harm, and that fact will always hold true. I will never hurt you. You are mine, and I am yours. That’s how it should be. That’s how it shall always be.

See! I knew you wouldn’t be able to deny me! We’re meant to be!

Look at you trying to be quiet after purposely giving away your location. It’s extremely endearing, you know. Try to hide all you want, but you can never escape the inevitable.

You may be able to lie to yourself, My Glorious Starling, but you cannot lie to me. Like I said before, I know you better than you know yourself. I can smell the excitement pouring off of you. You want me to catch you. I knew you wouldn’t be able to forget all that I’ve done for you in your dreams so easily. After all, my actions have always been, and will always be, as real as I am.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

The longer I let this go on, the more excited you seem to get. Just listen to your heart racing for me! It’s getting louder with each step, and this time, there’s nowhere you can run. This will be the last place you can ever hide from me. Or rather, should I say, the last place I’ll let you hide from me.

From now on, you’re mine.

Fuck- I haven’t felt this excited in centuries. Do you realize how special you are? My blood feels like it’s lighting a fire within my veins, and my hands are shaking. Do you see the effect you have on me?

And, oh, when I finally get my hands on you…

There will be no part of you untouched - unloved - by me. I plan to spend however long it takes worshipping you and showing you just how loved you are by me. Mentally, physically, spiritually… Nothing is too much for you. You deserve nothing but my best, and my best is what you’ve always deserved. Nothing less.

Tick tock, My Glorious Starling… Your time is up.

[nymphomatique]

special affair

dbf!miguel o’hara x fem!reader

art credit: _insomniac_red_ on ig. pictures are for mood setting, reader has no specific race or physical descriptions.

cw: a lil angsty, this is just shameless smut im sorry guys i don’t know what came over me, daddy kink, dbf!miguel <3, unspecified age gap but reader is legal, rough sex, squirting, unprotected sex, miguel is not a good man, conflicted reader, creampie, lowkey breeding kink, degrading language, choking/breath play, face slapping, spitting, mentions of oral (m), overstimulation, crying/dacryphillia, pubic hair grinding? lmao idk, reader is alluded to being in sub space. not proofread lol. 18+ only.

wc: ~1.5k

❤︎ an: hi my loves!! this is a sorta part two to this drabble, but can be read as a stand alone one shot. tbh i wrote this w my pussy.. i’m ovulating rn i’m so ashamed of myself 😔 nevertheless, enjoy! if you guys want more don’t hesitate to lmk!!

from that first night he fucked you from behind, you knew you strayed too far from the status quo in your life, you’re at the point of no return. that night, when he finished pounding you from behind and defiling you further with his seed all over your back and ass, you had laid in that position— spent and on your stomach- for the rest of the night, silently sobbing. you had betrayed your father, that much you were aware of the day you started rubbing at yourself meekly in the dead of the night thinking about his best friend.

you had long come to terms with that guilt, accepting whatever image of a burning inferno there is in the afterlife. what you cannot come to terms with, is the fact that he- miguel- had actually fucked you, indulged in what you considered your own taboo thoughts, ripping them from page and making your crude thoughts a sick reality. the worst part of this all is that amidst it all, the mental beratement, the nights you spent crying, the sick feeling the memories of miguel’s cock stretching you absolutely thin, showing you a climax like no other— you want to hate yourself for it, for being weak. for being such a bad girl. but you didn’t know why your body decided to betray your brain, the physical craving for the older man’s body possessing you whole. you can’t bear this feeling, holding it up inside you and trying to keep it at bay. fuck- you needed to talk to someone, you had to, even if it’s the last person you want to speak to.

nevertheless, you end up two houses down, sniffling and heaving in the dead of the night, knocking the door as hard as your trembling hands would let you. the door swings open and at the sight of him you keen, your body aching at the sight of the burly muscles covered in sun kissed skin. dark brown hair streaked with grey at the temples. a slight five o’clock shadow, he must not have shaved this morning. and then you look into those eyes, swallowing you up whole and you begin to tear up again. miguel is silent, leaning against the door with messy hair, glazed eyes and clad in boxers, and boxers only. fuck, you shouldn’t have come here.

“I-.. Miguel, it hurts,” you sob quietly, aflame with shame and embarrassment at how little resolve you had. He grabs your face with his warm hands and you’re trembling now, ready for him. your lips ghost for a moment before he breathes out. “i’m not a good man, sweetheart. if you don’t say no, i’m gonna break you.” he sounds sincere with his words and his eyes go stern. you wish you had some self of self control, or maybe having better discernment. but the only thing you say to him only confirms what you already knew about yourself; you’re a terrible fucking person. 

“violate me.”

your lips are smashed against each other, tongues dancing and it feels so good to be in his embrace again. your tears fall down your cheeks, meeting at the junction of your mouths in a pool of saliva. miguel groans and you know why, remembering what he had said to you the last time.

“i like when you cry.”

you’re grabbed up at the hips, legs wrapped around a thick torso, pressed up against a firm chest and a heavy cock. the moments up to the bedroom are cloudy, drunk off his lips against yours. you come to slightly when cold plush sheets hit your back and a pair of lips leave yours. you whine, yearning for his touch again. he looks down at you, bringing your right foot to his mouth, he licks lightly up the sole- kissing the ball of your foot before he leans down, caging your between his elbows, face to face.

“you gonna be good for your daddy?” he asks softly, kissing between the bridge of your nose once. 

“y-yes,” you breathe out with a slow nod. 

“mmm. gonna let me violate this tight little body too?” he asks, still soft in tone and you think you’re gonna go crazy by the end of the night. “yes, daddy,” you murmur, lost in his eyes. 

“sick fucking little girl. but that’s how i like it,” he chuckles, kissing you softly before getting up stripping you bare.

“letting your daddy undress you like a good girl. so obedient f’me,” he coos at you, touching you softly and you’re almost in tears. you need him. and you let it be known. a lone tear falls down your cheek and you mewl, “n-need you to make it better down there, daddy.”

his large hand engulfs you cheek, thumb wiping your tear softly before squishing your face, putting his tear stained thumb in your mouth. “you think you’re a big girl now, hmm? telling your daddy what to do?” you look up at him teary eyed, suckling his thick finger.

“you take what i give you, when i give it to you.” he squeezes you cheek a little harder before softly slapping your cheek and you squeak at the contact. a rough laugh leaves miguel’s mouth at your reaction. “you have no idea how bad i’m gonna treat you, baby.”

you’re non verbal at this point, mouth agape and leaking saliva down your jaw seeping into the sheets and the junction of your neck and chest. a hand slaps your cheek again, you’ve lost how many that is now. “i fucked you stupid already?” miguel laughs, hard thrusts sending you flying up the bed. his hands on your hips bring you down back to him each time, poking you right in that sweet spot in your pussy. you’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve head, body wracked and numb with pleasure. throat hoarse from the near-violent throat fuck he gave you.

a glob of spit hits your forehead and you groan a bit. the one thing you’re sure of is that you look a goddamned mess. a crude picture of the activity you’ve been partaking in for the past two hours. a hand leaves your hip to wrap around your neck and squeeze roughly, making you gasp for air, your body finally moving.

“there we go, got you moving now. thought i fucked you to sleep for a second.” 

your eyes are glossy, at the lack of air and building pressure. your hand meekly wraps around his wrist as he fucks into you. you know you shouldn’t like the way he toys with you like this, waking the line of torment and pleasure with no care in the world. but you do. and you can’t deny it anymore.

“you’re tightening up on me again. you gonna cum for me again?” miguel asks you, and he laughs after knowing you can’t even answer him. “sick little girl. you like it when i choke you? make you feel weak? worthless?” 

it’s barely audible, but the moan you let out vibrates in your neck and miguel can feel it with the hand pressed against your throat. he throws his head back with a groan. “nasty, naughty girl. fuck baby, gonna cum in that little pussy.”

you’re almost there, and quite frankly impressed that you haven’t fully passed out yet. your head feels light, and you begin to tremble violently, gushing out spurts of liquid as your head falls to the side. if this is hell, you’re not so sure you could give this up for heaven. your eyes close and you feel so close to falling asleep when he removes his hand from your neck, grabbing your head by the nape of your neck, craning you up to where you can see his thick cock slip and slide between your thighs. you groan at the image. 

“need you awake to see me cum in you, don’t i?” miguel groans. “you like watching me fuck you, like letting me dirty you.”

 his tuft of black pubic hair rubs against yours as his thrusts become increasingly sporadic and intense, and it has you trembling at the stimulation it gives your clit. you weakly squirt each time his pelvis brushes against your clit, your body letting you know you have only so much left in you before you’re drained empty.

“fuck, love it when you wet the bed. my pissy little girl. daddy loves the messes you make.” he’s nearly breathless and you pray he’s going to cum in the next minute, the ache in your neck and dull sensation in your pussy building slowly.

“c-cum in me. wanna give you a baby,” you moan, looking up from the fast thrusts and into miguel’s eyes. 

“fuck! so n-naughty, baby. gonna give me another one, huh? fucking take it, then.” with a final thrust, you feel the warmth of his cum shoot and blossom somewhere deep within you. you moan weakly, one final weak spurt of squirt coming out of you. miguel pulls out and you watch him look at the mess he made of you and your pussy, covered in spit, cum and the beginnings of handprint bruises blossoming on your hips and ass from how hard he gripped and spanked you. 

you can feel his cum slowly trickle out of you, and your body feels like it’s no longer your own. after so many orgasms, your limbs are on fire, and you can do nothing but breathe and weakly murmur a “d-daddy..” while your eyes close.

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[sleepingelvhen]

Chains and Leashes

Vidyadhara!Dan Heng/Reader NSFW Drabble

Minors DO NOT interact

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Just one tug on the chain leash was enough to have you crawling towards your lover. Dan Heng had a lazy smile on his face, eyes soft and shadowed with lust.

All you wore was the tight collar he had bought for you, blue and gold scales printed onto the skillfully crafted leather. Soft against your skin and it was all he wanted you to wear tonight.

You crawled towards him, eyes up to look at him, only slightly embarrassed from being completely naked before him. It was easy to ignore the feeling in favor of feeling your heart surge from the praise Dan Heng held in his eyes.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, spreading his thighs to allow you to sit between them. “Are you comfortable?” His fingers hooked beneath the collar.

 “It’s not too tight, is it?” Concern laced his words, every part of him desiring to focus on you and how you were feeling. Even if this was about exploring his own hidden desires.

You shook your head, smiling up at him, excitement making you wiggle your body in place. You had been shocked when Dan Heng had admitted to you that he wanted to see you in a collar. Even more so when he said that he was a pretty possessive person deep down, desires and urges that he kept hidden due to the dangerous nature of them. But it had also been an exciting discovery that you were ready to help him explore. 

Dan Heng gave a small tug at the leash, guiding you up and onto his lap, curling the chain leash around his other fist. He was blushing wildly, hesitant as he guided you. He held his breath, worried he would hurt you but enchanted by your body and how that collar looked on you. It was like he completely owned you, it was a symbol that you belonged to him and only him. His nostrils flared at that thought, eyes darkening even further.

You swore you saw his suppressed Vidyadhara powers emerging, pupils thinned into slits, glowing blue as they roved over your entire body. But he was still holding back. His hands tightened around the chain, his jaw clenched, breath shuddering with each exhale. 

Determination drove you to climb into his lap, straddling him, your bare body pressed against his body and his bulge. His sharp eyes followed your every movement, deep, heavy breaths causing him to tug tighter on your leash, causing you to cough out a little bit.

Maybe if he was in his right mind, he would’ve been more worried, but seeing you like this, completely at his mercy, Dan Heng simply found himself finding it harder to hold back. His hardness made it hard to focus on his body’s reaction. Antlers shimmered on the crown of his head, teal colors shimmering beneath his now longer hair. You could feel a long appendage wrap around your waist, a glowing scaled tail holding you against him.

“I–” He blushed and looked away for a moment, embarrassed by the changes he was unable to control. “I’m sorry, this is…”

You bit your lip, arching your back to press your chest against him.

“It’s okay…I like it,” your mouth curved up, your heart warm when you saw his eyes soften to look upon you. It seemed to relax him to know you enjoyed his own excitement. 

“You do?”

You nodded, and lifted your chin, allowing him a better glance at the collar that looked perfect around your throat. The decorations upon it are of a Vidyadharan theme, colors related to his own colors. It made it even more perfect, made him even more possessive of it and you.

“There’s no need to hold back. We have a safe word, I will be fine,” you said, eyes kind while you stroked his face. Dan Heng pressed his cheek into your touch, comforted by your love.

He straightened up, tugging on the chain to pull you against his chest, breathing shallow as he stared at your naked form. A shadow passed over his teal eyes, sharp and possessive.

“Then I will show you what I want,” he said sternly, one of his hands going to the back of your head, fingers digging into your hair. “I cannot wait to see your face contorted in all the pleasure only I can give you.”

He tugged you into a rough kiss, his tongue gentle but commanding as he took control of you. It was addicting, he was addicting. Allowing yourself to let go and be controlled by your Vidyadharan lover felt freeing. And you could tell he liked it too, his own body willing to take control of everything you did, his fingers quick to keep upon your collar.

When he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths, he looked down on you, even more domineering than you thought he was capable of.

“Get on your knees, my pet.”

[lycheedr3ams]

Apple Picking with Konig

as promised, a cute and fluffy and long drabble for fall!

konig x reader (no description of reader's gender or pronouns used)

TW: none. reader is not tall enough to reach apples sometimes. all fluff (minors you are still NOT welcome. MDNI)

it was your idea to go apple-picking together. and to your surprise, when you suggested it, konig's looked...excited? usually, he was pretty mellow and not energetic when it was just you two. but he smiled boyishly at you and nodded. "yes, schatz, I would love to go apple-picking with you." he then went on to explain that his parents would take him every year, and it was one of his favorite fall things to do.

for once in his life, konig felt like his height was a blessing. you and him walked around the orchard (him carrying the basket, of course), trying to find the best apples. "that one up there!" you pointed to one of the biggest apples on a tree, and konig reached up without any strain and plucked it off for you. "is this the one you wanted, liebling?"

konig would try to pick all the apples for you, since it was a struggle when you'd stand on your tiptoes as you reached for the one you just had to have. he'd laugh quietly to himself, admiring how cute you were when frustrated, and stood closely behind you as he reached right over your head and dropped the apple into your hands. "konig! i wanted to get that one!" he laughed and shook his head. "fine, but you'll have to struggle to get the best ones."

there was the absolutely perfect apple at the top of a tree that not even konig could reach. "sorry liebling. even i cannot reach this one." you thought for a moment, and smiled widely. who needed a ladder when you had an almost 7 foot tall boyfriend? konig happily lifted you onto his shoulders, holding your legs with one arm like you weighed nothing, with the apple basket in the other. you didn't even have to strain now to reach that perfect apple. when you picked it, you smiled down at him and ruffled his hair. he laughed and smiled with you, and this is some of the most relaxed you two had felt in a long time

other people around the orchard watched in amazement whenever konig would gracefully lift you onto his shoulders. this way was just so efficient that you went around picking so many trees on his giant shoulders. eventually, he let you down, and you realized the apple basket was almost overflowing. "i think we got too many!" konig shook his head. "nein. we can make all the apple pies and strudels we want with this." he waved for you to follow him as he walked towards another tree, but you just stood with your mouth gaping open at the sheer strength konig possessed. that apple basket must've weighed at least 35 pounds, and he carried it in one hand like it was nothing.

you two took the hayride back to the main building, and you sat in between konig's legs with the apple basket in between your own. konig's strong arms were wrapped around you, keeping you warm against the swishing wind as the tractor chugged along the dirt path. sometimes, the children riding the hayride with their families would glance over at you engulfed in a giant's arms. whenever konig saw this, he'd slightly bury his face in the back of your head. you smiled and rubbed his hands to comfort him. "they're just kids, it's all right."

when you two got home, you stood at the sink while konig handed you the apples for them to be washed. he couldn't help but notice the size difference between your hands and his; how much smaller and softer yours were. your hands would brush whenever he passed an apple to you, and even that seemingly insignificant contact got him blushing. once all the apples were clean, you began to lay the ingredients out for the apple pies. but when you two decided to take a 5 minute break on the couch, you ended up falling asleep on top of him

[roll-of-royces]

Drabble: That Girl Is Mine (Yandere!Xavier x AFAB Reader)

Content: Xavier has a tad bit of an obsession, well maybe more than a tad. You are all he sees.

Rating: T for possessive behavior

Spoilers: None

Word Count: 469

He pretends to be asleep, eyes closed, face relaxed, loose in his desk chair. And because he has made a habit of this, made it a part of his personality you as always expect nothing. You think he is asleep. And that is exactly what he wants.

It didn't take long to figure out that you act differently when you think he's asleep. It allows him to observe you without you being aware that you're being watched and listened to. That he is catagorizing every action, every trait, ever menial little adorable habit you have. 

You have many habits, Xavier loves every single one. Nothing you do is disgusting or wrong. Everything is lovely. Just right. 

The way you chew on your lip when no one is watching. The way you make faces when typing up reports, or pretend to be a chomping Wanderer. It is all so so so perfect. 

He sees you start to turn, Xavier closes his eyes again. 

Waiting until it's safe he opens his eyes and finds you looking at him. He yawns, rubbing the false sleep from them, "What did I miss?" He mumbles. 

Your cheeks have turned this lovely rose pink. Like the light trailing through an open window on the edge of dawn. He smiles, how can he not smile? You're so beautiful. 

He wants to tell you, longs to tell you. But he doesn't, because he doesn't know what he will do if you reject him. And Xavier likes the way things are now, you still think he's napping all the time. You let him rest his head on your shoulder on the train. 

Twice he has 'locked' himself out of his house just so he could sleep on your couch. Bury his face in the cushions and smell you there. And if he's lucky sneak into your room to watch you sleep. You sprawl in your dreams and he wishes that he could be the sheets you have daintly thrown yourself across. 

Xavier cannot rush this, he must be careful, cautious. No one must know. 

Zayne knows. 

Somehow the doctor figured it out, or at least some smaller rendition of it. That or he's just jealous of what Xavier has with you. The two of you are unique, special, untouchable. 

Zayne wants to touch you. Xavier knows he wants to touch you. 

He worries silently that you want to touch the doctor back. 

Or that you want to find out what it's like to be railed by that snarky artist friend of yours down by the beach. He won't tolerate it, can't stand the thought. It upsets his stomach just thinking about it. 

Yes, he'll do whatever it takes to make sure he is the only option for you to consider. Xavier has to be be the only option. 

[llondonfog]

⚔ living weapon verse ⚔ | a friend and i have been tossing around an au where silver is a literal "living weapon"— he's been transformed into a sword due to being cursed by maleficent and forced to serve the many fae generals throughout the centuries who wield him. eventually, time finds him in the hands of the most recent general of the right, a certain lilia vanrouge :) there's so much more to this au and i hope that i can express more of it through upcoming drabbles. but in the meantime please enjoy this snippet below! <3

The water in the basin almost instantaneously rusts into an ugly, mottled brown, the kind of stinking, brackish water that Silver has only seen in the most polluted of swamps. It makes sense, he supposes, twitching his fingers idly beneath the surface to watch the resulting eddies with a glazed stare— he is a tool of and for destruction. There is nothing that remains sacred and innocent for something like him, not even the bathwater warm like a hearth against his phantom, aching bones. 

A clawed hand takes his chin and grips it firmly, the pressure a welcome distraction from the encroaching abyss sinking its poisonous tendrils into his mind. He allows it to guide him, unable to resist even if he wished, and it tilts his head up until his dulled gaze meets blazing crimson, the sight stirring a long-dead emotion in his still and silent heart. “Focus,” the general murmurs, and the order is a kindness, a mercy he knows he does not deserve. “Eyes on me.”

These simple, straightforward commands are part of their ritual, and Silver clings to them like the last anchor in a tempest-tossed sea. His handler’s hold on his chin lingers a moment longer, the fae eyeing him impassively to ensure his compliance as if it were possible for Silver to disobey, before removing itself to reach for the damp rag draped along the basin’s side. Silver mourns its loss like a child yearning for a comfort toy, but his features do not betray his thoughts. They do not betray much of anything at all, the need to emote drilled out of him from centuries of cruelty and callous objectification. After all, what does a sword need a smile for, what use is a blade that weeps?

Instead, he centers himself along the pain, one of the only constants he’s come to know as intimately as any true love. His handler is quick, another one of those unnecessary mercies, but thorough— the rag glides along his bruised and blood-stained skin, sweeping away the gory evidence of mere hours ago. Idly, Silver wonders if it would truly be so easy to wipe away the memories. To cleanse what is so ingrained within him: the dying wails of his own kind, the wet heat as he slices through their flesh and beating veins, the fear wide and white in their eyes. 

“Silver.”

His head snaps up, a dull burn of shame creeping beneath his skin as the fear of disappointing the fae, a compelling need sewn viciously into the very nature of his being as part of Maleficent's curse, floods his mind.

The general has paused in his ministrations, for how long Silver does not know, and instead is crouched by the basin’s side with an inscrutable expression on those delicate features. Without a word, he reaches out, and Silver’s eyes all but close as a passive tranquility spreads like treacle through his trembling limbs at the touch of those warm fingertips against the curse mark branded along the back of his neck. His handler need not look to find the recent addition of the bat flitting above the floral-wreathed sword emblazoned on Silver’s skin, and he feels the tips of those claws press lightly against it— he’s never heard of a curse mark changing over time, and he cannot forget the strange flash of possessiveness that flickered through the general’s eyes at the sight before being smoothly buried under his usual narrowed gaze. 

He cannot forget the odd churning of his heart when he first caught sight of it in the broken mirror hanging in the general’s tent. 

“Silver,” the general repeats, and Silver flushes at having drifted off once again. But instead, the fae brushes his thumb over the length of the curse mark, from the nape of his neck to the top of his spine, and stares at him like he’s something deserving of tenderness. 

“You did well today, boy. Rest now,” his handler’s hand shifts forward to cover his eyes, the darkness beneath his palm warm and inviting and nothing like the cold and miserable nothingness that Silver returns to when he’s outperformed his usefulness. Another kindness, for swords do not sleep, or eat, or drink— his body, what little humanity it has retained, no longer is tethered to such mortal requirements. But his general has given him an order, and a good weapon obeys the will of its handler. 

Silver sleeps— swords do not dream, but what else could it be, when he feels the ghost of lips brushing against his forehead?

[muffinsin]

Could you write about Donna having her first sexual relationship with Bela? A story of Top Bela and Bottom Donna. Let Bela show her the power and passion of a Dimitrescu XDDD

Certainly, here we go with a lil BelaDonna drabble! ;)

Let’s get into it!

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“Are you sure you’re ready, flower?”, Bela whispers, her plump, black painted lips mere inches from Donna’s soft ones.

A shaky nod. She feels her cheeks heat up as Bela raises a perfectly shaved eyebrow, her index and middle finger resting under the dollmaker’s chin and lifting it.

“When I ask a question, I expect a verbal answer, draga”, Bela demands. Again, she is met with an even more flushed face and pink cheeks.

“Y-Yes, Bela!”, Donna squeaks out. The shy woman is embarrassingly turned on by her lover, even more so by the dominance Bela effortlessly possesses.

It’s evident, in the way she holds herself in a straight and respectable position, in her golden, predatory eyes that hold love for only Donna, in her precise, strong fingers and her flexing, subtle muscles when she moves.

Even in a state of undress, Bela effortlessly reminds Donna of who is in charge.

The dollmaker lays beneath the hovering woman. Her hands nervously playing with the sheets below her and her thighs pressed together anxiously.

Merely a black bra and panties cover her and her not-quite human lover.

Bela hums, her fingertips toying with the strap of Donna’s bra.

“Take it off for me, my sweet doll”, she whispers. A gentle spoken command, but a command nonetheless. One Donna, no matter her nervousness, cannot deny or reject.

With shaky, but tender hands she reaches up to feel the bra strap as well. With eager and hungry eyes, Bela stares down at her. Donna feels as though she will be pounced on and ravished any moment.

Oh, and right she is.

The moment Donna as much as shifts her bra and reveals one nipple, Bela can no longer hold back. She’s been patient, very much so, with her sweet, shy dollmaker. And she didn’t mind, of course.

Still, this sweet torture of waiting and being teased to seemingly no end overwhelms her now.

“YAAAH! A-Ah, Bel-Ah!”

Donna gasps sharply as her bra is grabbed and ripped off, the fabric simply torn aside as the blonde above her leans down to capture her nipple between her lips.

Never has Donna experienced such a feeling.

She groans and whimpers when her remaining nipple is sandwiched between two fingers, rubbed and tugged lightly.

She feels painfully inexperienced in comparison to her lover, and as though she is butter that melts under her touch.

Bela smirks as she raises her head, golden eyes staring into Donna’s dark one.

“You’re beautiful, my doll”, she speaks, her voice low and bottom lip still against Donna’s nipple. She squirms upon seeing the smudge of black lipstick around her nipple and on her perky breast.

“You’ve been hiding these entirely too long”, Bela coos, her hands groping shamelessly and making her lover moan.

When her lips are captured in a kiss yet again, Donna hums. She feels her chest being kneaded, tender, strong fingers touching what they have desired for so long.

Her eye widens when Bela pulls down her own bra, revealing smooth, pale breasts and light pink nipples that stand erect. Her breasts are smaller than Donna’s, though seem fuller and rounder.

The dollmaker yearns to touch them, yet feels entirely too shy to do as much as lift a hand from the bedsheets.

Bela, of course, notices this.

Donna gasps when her wrist is taken and her hand is pressed to Bela’s stomach, her fingertips exploring the smooth skin.

“You smell divine, Lady Beneviento”, Bela teases, the title of the dollmaker playfully attached. Donna knows, she is in no position to overthrow her girlfriend now. She feels all too flustered, too desperate for touch. She feels Bela’s knee against her leg, and her hand resting on Donna’s chest.

“Let’s have a taste, shall we?”

It’s all the warning Donna receives before the gold-haired woman pulls back, her fingertips hooked into the waistband of Donna’s black underwear.

“B-Bela..!”, she gasps, warm breath against her inner thighs and covered core before the younger woman pushes forwards.

“Mghmmm!”, she groans, her eye pressing shut and her hands fisting the sheets yet again when the blonde licks broadly across her slit.

“Do you like this, doll? You’re so soaked for me”, Bela teases. She flicks her tongue to where she feels Donna’s clit is, her fingers twitching and daring to pull the underwear down.

Donna gasps, her legs pushing together. Still, this seems to worsen it all, for she presses Bela right against her covered core with it, the blonde woman’s hums vibrating against her slit as she gets her clit licked and sucked through the soaked panties.

Donna immediately pulls her legs apart again when she feels teeth dragging against her inner thigh. A warning.

“Good girl, keep them spread for me, doll”, Bela commands. She smirks, relishing in seeing her submissive girlfriend blush and bite her bottom lip to stay quiet. She knows, she will eventually draw all the gasps and whimpers from Donna whether she attempts to muffle them or not.

“Your panties are soaked, Milady”, she teases, a small, slightly sadistic grin on her. “Are you enjoying my sweet self this much already? I have barely even touched you, doll”

Donna mewls as Bela rubs her clit through her underwear again, her hips raising. She feels the other woman’s finger still hooked in the waistband of her panties, daring to pull it off and reveal Donna’s most private area at last.

The brunette gasps sharply when she feels and hears Bela inhale, a deep chuckle brought from her lips upon smelling her girlfriend’s arousal from her sopping wet cunt.

Her panties glisten in the dim light of the room. Was Bela turned around, Donna would see her lover’s underwear state matching her own.

“Nhgnnn Be-Bela!”, Donna gasps, her hips twitching and a warm feeling bubbling up in her lower stomach. She squirms helplessly, gasping and moaning so much she sees fit to slap a hand over her mouth.

Bela coos at the sight.

Her precious, powerful dollmaker, shyly avoiding her golden eyes as her clit is rubbed through sopping wet underwear that outlines her thin pussy lips, her breasts marked with circles of smeared black lipstick.

Her brows are furrowed as she attempts to keep her eye open, whimpers and moans dragged even with her hand over her lips.

“Now, don’t tell me you’ll cum already, my little doll. I haven’t even started fucking you yet”, Bela speaks lowly, her thumb rubbing a little harder. She practically feels Donna’s wetness clinging to her through the panties.

“Mhmmm ‘se!”

Donna gasps when her hand is ripped from her mouth and instead pinned to the bed.

More moans tumble from her lips, her toes curling and thighs twitching. She is unsure whether she is about to reach utter bliss, yet hopes so. Either way, she awaits it in her lover’s arms.

“I can’t hear a thing you’re saying, pretty girl. Speak up”, Bela demands.

Donna’s eye rolls back, her back arching slightly. Never has the Dimitrescu seen a more beautiful sight. She wets her lips with her warm tongue as she watches, her thumb rubbing the overly sensitive bud below is harder and faster.

“I-Ah-ah! Ahhh! I ca-aahnt!”, Donna stutters. Her face is bright pink and warm save for her scar, her hair messy in its bun as her head rubs against the pillows underneath it.

Bela hums, as though considering this.

Donna inhales sharply when her panties are at last tugged down, yet already shrieks again when the pressure against her warm, swollen clit returns already, raw and even more intense than before.

With a lidded eye, she makes out Bela’s eyes closing as she inhales the scent on the garment, her tongue darting out to lick dry lips.

The sight makes her head spin.

“B-Bela! I can’t! I-A-Ah! It’s s-soAAG!!good!”

The blonde chuckles. It seems, her naturally quiet dollmaker is quite a songbird in the sheets.

“Mgnnnm! Be-aahh-la!”

The blonde smirks as she pumps a finger in and out of her sensitive lover, the tight, soaked hole taking her easily.

“You can’t, doll?”, she coos, yet the glistening, hungry spark in her eyes contrasts her sweetness. “Allow me to help you, then”, she adds with a smirk.

Donna grabs the sheets tightly as the finger within her thrusts and curls.

The pressure on her clit grows, so much so that poor Donna feels as though her body will break.

She’s twitching and squirming, her hips merely held down by a strong hand and a powerful grasp.

A single tear of overstimulation runs down her cheek, accompanied by moans and screams of joy and pleasure.

When she gasps and screams even louder, Bela hums. It would seem, she has found her darling dollmaker’s sweet spot.

“Please! Bela! I ca-aaahhh! I can’t hold back!”

The brunette’s head spins at the low chuckle she receives in return.

“I don’t expect you to”, Bela answers simply.

With another curl of her finger and another rub of Donna’s clit, the dollmaker screams, her thighs clench in together violently as she orgasms within the next few seconds.

She feels Bela keep thrusting, albeit slowly, to allow her to ride out her orgasm properly. She’s panting, her face pink when a kiss is set to her inner thigh.

“My doll, what a mess you’ve made…”, Bela tsks, a hungry glint to her eyes.

Donna pants as she watches through lidded eyes, when her lover’s face disappears between her legs.

[or0ch1maru]

Hey CJ! Sorry to hear that you're not having the best day :( I hope it gets better! Or the very least, please do take care of yourself and maybe treat yourself to something nice for all your hardwork!💖

I've got a fun lil F,M,K scenario for you😊Who would you F,M,K? Grimmjow, Kenpachi and Obito?

AND Obito, Hidan, Toji? ^-^

And I've got some random lil questions to ask!

- Do you bake? If so, what are your favorite things to make? If not, what are your favorite baked goods?

- if you could choose to be in any anime verse, which one would you choose and why?

- What's a favorite dish you like from your culture?

- if you had all the money in the world, what would be the first big purchase you would make?

- what is your favorite holiday? Mine is Halloween!

- a random fact about literally anything?

I heard that you're taking requests for some angst! Can I request some headcanons or drabble about kakuzu or Hidan comforting you when you're crying? Or how would the akatsuki be after they broke up with their partner? Or how would they try and get back with their s/o after a breakup? This request was inspired by the JJK post you reblogged ngl😅😅

I'm sorry that this ask became long😅😅 but I hope your day gets better!! Hang in there!!💗💗💗

hiiii bbys! Thanks to everyone who sent in kind words. I’m doing better! <3 so let’s get into it🫵🏻

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I PHYSICALLY cannot answer those f,m,k. It pains me too much🤣 I love them all equally and there’s no way hahah

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I hate cooking, I have horrendous anxiety being in the kitchen if I’m making something more complicated than ramen or pasta. But in regards too my favorite baked goods, definitely cream puffs! Or fruit tarts. My go to’s Everytime! Gonna buy myself a fruit tart for my birthday next month🥺

Bleach and Naruto. The aesthetic itself are just pleasing and they have so many complex characters, and the views are gorgeous lol. I could go on but it’d be too much

So, I’m part Jamaican on my mums side and part Panamanian on my fathers. I only recently reconnected with him so I have yet to try anything. Now, in regards to my favorite meal, nothing beats my mums homemade curry.

I have no idea lmfao. I’m not one to want a huge fancy house or all these fancy cars. I’d rather just pay off my bills and quit my job. Play it day by day tbh

HALLOWEEN! Every year I go to universal Orlando for HHN. I’m always back before Halloween and I dress up and do my makeup to do haunts in our yard lol. That and scary movies every day of the month and just ugh🫶🏻best holiday

For my random fact, I’ll tell you something about myself. I’m 4’10. And I love platform shoes. I own some boots and platform sandals. I hope to expand my collection!

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I personally think every member of the akatsuki would distance themselves for starters but they’d creep back into your life slowly, but differently so let’s get intoooooo it!🫵🏻

18+, mentions of stalking,makeup sex, coercion ideations, possessive behavior and akatsuki member being mean to reader but apologizing, pervy tobi

Slight au, mentions of cellphones, phone calls, texts, etc

Hidan:

-totally gonna be the one to put as much distance between you and him. Especially when he knows he was the one to fuck things up

-but he somehow always knows where you are, who you’re with, and what you’re doing

-if he hears you’re hanging out with another guy, no matter how much time has passed since the split, just know you’ll receive some drunk texts from him. Maybe him even showing up to your place

-he’d be mean at first, talking about how nobody could treat you better than him, or fuck you better than him

-would somehow end up on top of you, showing you how much he missed you by stuffing your cunt

-if you ever want to see him cry, just know this is how. He’d be whispering such filth into your ear, burying his face in your neck to hide his tears and hopefully stifle the way his voice cracks when he admits he’s sorry and how he can’t go on without you

Kakuzu:

-he’d be the silent ex. Would only pay attention if someone brings you up in conversation, mentioning what you’re doing or how you’ve been

-Kakuzu would check in on you every once in a while. He’s a grumpy old man who’s soft spot was for you and you only

-if he realized or you told him you’re not doing okay. He be over to your place within the hour to comfort you.

-if it ends with you two back together, he’d be the happiest man alive. Yet he wouldn’t voice it. Ever

-would send you money to spoil yourself, he’d always tell you it’s not to win you back but deep down he hopes it would change your mind. Isn’t the type to beg for you to come back. He wants you to come back to him only if YOU want too

Konan:

-such a sweetheart, she’d give you anything you want. If you tell her you two can stay friends, she’d be the best friend a person could ever ask for

-if you tell her you want space, she’s more than happy to give you as much space as you need

-if you tell her to fuck off and never speak to her again, as painful as that would be for her. She’d do it. She just wants you to be happy, even if that means without her

-is always super kind and respectful if you two run into each other in the village but wouldn’t go seeking you out without reason

-just like Hidan, always knows what you’ve been up too. Not because she’s following your every move, but sticks close by in case something happens to you (she hears updates from your friends because they adored her. Thought she was the best gf you’ve ever had)

Pain:

-I believe he’s similar to Kakuzu. Pain would distance himself for his own sanity. Knowing you’re off being happy without him, kills him

-only speaks to you if you reach out to him first. Wouldn’t even ask how you’re doing if you didn’t say something to him beforehand

-misses you dearly, but knows space is the best option for the two of you

-wouldn’t hesitate to make your new bf ‘disappear’ when he hears you’re seeing someone new. Hoping that you’ll eventually come running back to him if your new partners keep ghosting you suddenly

Itachi:

-is super respectful, as much as he’s hurting inside, the break up would never turn sour

-no fighting, screaming, or hurtful words. Gives you a kind smile every time he runs into you in the village. A hug or a shoulder/head pat only if you’re comfortable

-would remain your friend afterwards. Being very respectful towards your new partners if you start seeing anyone. Doesn’t go out of his way to be rude or cruel to either of you

-doesn’t hesitate to give you a shoulder to cry on if you need someone to talk too. Even if you’re venting about your new man

-makes sure you always have everything you may need or want and that you can always rely on him if something goes wrong

Kisame:

-gets over the split relatively quick. Is content to stay your friend, but if you decide to distance yourself completely. He’s fine with that as well

-it would take him a long time to delete pics and videos of the two of you just because you were the best thing to come into his life.

-when the time comes that he decides to delete everything out of his phone, he’ll keep a picture or two just for comfort

-looking at it when he has a bad day or to remind him that there’s still good in the world.

-would be nice to your new partner when introduced but would knit pick everything about him. Knowing that no one will treat you like he did

Deidara:

-you were his first real relationship and would be devastated about it. Dei would give you all the space in the world after the break up but the second you reach out to him, he wouldn’t hesitate to slowly make his way back into your life

-he would ask to hang out with you on the days you were free,

-would make up random excuses or reasons for popping by your place even if he had no reason to be in the village in the first place

-would leave you clay gifts on your windowsill once in a while, especially since you loved his art so much

-would leave sweet notes as well. Something like “miss you” or “have a good day” etc

Sasori:

-I feel like he wouldn’t truly register it at the beginning.

-would kinda just shrug shit off. Wouldn’t pay much mind to you for a while, weeks, maybe a few months afterwards

-he’s not rude, or nice, he’s neutral about things. He’d reminisce about the times you shared but it wouldn’t make him sad or depressed

- if you reached out, calling or texting him, he’d reply. Out of respect mostly. Sasori would ask how you’re doing and would be glad to know you’re doing good

Tobi:

-he’d be devastated. Come on, like look at him

-would distance himself from his comrades outside of missions, he’d put on a brave front in front of them when it came to work but if he’s alone. He’s breaking

-once he’s gotten the crying out of his system he would not hesitate to keep tabs on your every move.

-he may or may not even cause something just so you have an excuse to come running to him. Knowing he’d be the one to fix things and make things right

-would be subtle about his obsession with you. Would run into you in town on more than one occasion, using the same old excuse of “didn’t think I’d run into you here”

-keeps all the nudes and videos you sent him, using those to make himself cum. Or better yet, the home movies you two made

-he knows it’s wrong, but that’s not going to stop him. Bites down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet as he strokes his length, listening to the way you’d sound as you took him to the hilt

-totally wouldn’t sneak into your place while you’re out to steal a pair of your panties, or a shirt of yours just to have your scent.

Zetsu:

-is more like Sasori tbh. At the start that is. Especially black Zetsu

-I think at the beginning it wouldn’t affect him much and if it did, it’s mostly white Zetsu. He’d let out a few tears, asking where and why you’ve run off. Leaving him behind

-while black Zetsu’s mean about it. Talking about how you’re a no good person to just up and leave him(he may or may not be delusional)

-he’s stalking you. Full blown

-even if he’s off on his own missions, he’d track you down and watch you for a while before going off. Acting as if nothing happened.

-would not speak to you which as weird as it sounds I feel is on par with him. Would maybe send a single text back if you messaged him but apart from that it’s as if he’s vanished completely. To you that is, you don’t know that he’s been inside your house, touching your belongings or following at a distance as you go on a date with to your new bae

-only to find a text from an unknown number of you and your bf at the cafe in town. It’s his way of showing you, you can’t fully get rid of him

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I hope you loved this. Now I want some requests of crying Hidan x reader, perv tobi and stalker zetsu. Didn’t realize how hot those are lol

[brattysuki]

Enemies/rivals to lovers??? Lots of sexual tension and teasing between Paige and reader…..maybe even some jealous/possessive Paige in the mix

-🧞‍♀️

hi!! thanks for being my first request sorry it took so long, I hope you like this mini drabble and please let me know if you’d like to see it turn into a full blown fic.

I feel that enemies to lovers would totally suit this girl, she is not shy to speak her mind and you best believe she will make smart comments if you piss her off. Paige is friendly with most, you are not most though. To her, you are the whiney girl from chem who can’t seem to understand how to keep their mouth shut. To her, you are the girl who always steals her seat in class when you know damn well she’s been sitting there for the past two months. To Paige, you are the bane of her existence— forever reminding her how much she cannot stand you.

Whenever she walks past you in the halls, she never fails to “accidentally” bump your shoulder. You respond with a snarky comment or if you’re feeling extra bitchy, an extended leg to trip her�� especially if she’s carrying heavy textbooks.

Your friends mess with you all the time, asking you when you were going to kiss her already. You’d scoff at the thought of even kissing the dumb blonde, you couldn’t stand her big ego having self. If there was any excuse to keep you away from her, you’d already used it at least twice. It was comical the serious beef you had with this girl considering you’d never had a full conversation with her in the two years you’d known of her. The distaste for each other was born through nasty looks and petty behavior.

It isn’t until one odd interaction between the stupid blonde and yourself that you notice a shift in your dynamic. Paige had gotten so used to seeing you mess with her in the pettiest of ways that it had become a part of her daily routine, so when you had traded your attention to somebody else— she felt a sourness in her stomach she did not like at all.

Suddenly you were walking hand in hand with some stupid football jock in a jersey that didn’t match hers. This jersey read a last name not even close to hers. Paige couldn’t decipher why she even cared whose jersey you wore, she hardly even spoke to you— and yet, she couldn’t stop herself from cornering you one day after class in the hallway, away from the others.

“What’s the matter with you?” The blonde huffed, staring down at you.

You attempted to step away but she smacked her hands against the wall on either side of you, caging you in. Her cologne smelled good, a little too good, making you slightly dizzy.

“What the hell are you doing?” You furrowed your brows, shoving her chest.

Paige gripped the collar of the stupid jersey you were wearing, “What the fuck is this?”

Finally, you understood, “Oh. That’s what this is about?”

A smirk broke out on your face, glossy lips ghosting her ear as you leaned forward. Your sweet perfume was intoxicating, pulling the blonde in closer to grab your hip with a menacing grip. You even tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear to make sure she heard what you had to say.

“You wanna know whose jersey this is?” You teased a kiss under her ear, leaving behind a glossy stain, “It belongs to the person that I’ve been fucking for the past couple weeks— and you know what? They fuck me so, so fucking good. Better than you ever could, blondie.”

Paige grunted, blood boiling at the thought of somebody else touching you. Despite never really getting along with you, she had never wanted anything more than to kiss you right then and there. Perhaps this whole time she had confused her annoyance with you for attraction. Your brattiness and pettiness enticed her to punish you, she wanted so badly to see you begging for an ounce of her touch. She wanted to see your teary eyes glancing up at her as she tormented you, bringing you to the point of complete submission.

“You’ll be begging for me to fuck you before you know it.” She nudged her knee in between your thighs, eliciting a gasp from you.

“In your dreams.” You scoffed, squirming away before walking away leaving the blonde utterly confused and wanting more.

Paige watched as you excited the building, the scent of your perfume lingering in the air around her leaving her with the hunger for more. She would have you, sooner or later— she’d make sure of it.

[mint-yooxgi]

Victory - Yandere!Demigod!Minho

Yandere AU & Demigod AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Minho X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,848

Warnings: Implied murder, nudity, and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, he's supposed to be the son of Nike, the Greek Goddess of victory in this. I really like how this one turned out, ngl, it's just the right amount of unhinged and feral in my mind, so I hope you'll agree! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Sixth of The Feral Drabbles

Last night still feels so surreal, like a dream come true.

Of all the trophies I have won, of all the hardships and trials I have been put up against, none are as valuable as you. Yet, you are not another conquest. You are my forever.

The euphoric taste of victory has never been sweeter, and I will revel in it for as long as I possibly can. As long as it wasn’t all a dream, and that when I open my eyes, you are still sleeping soundly beside me in all of your naked glory.

Thank the Gods, it was real. It was all real.

There you lay, as still as the moon in the night sky.

So peaceful. 

So beautiful. 

And all mine.

I’ll admit, getting this far has been no easy feat. Tartarus below, getting you to even look in my direction had been a challenge. A challenge that I had been more than willing to win.

For me, there is no one else. Only you. 

All the others that demand my attention are so superficial, only seeing what they want to see. They only desire the Goddess’ son for what he can offer them, never for who I really am. They want the victories associated with my name. They want the fame and fortune I have worked so hard to gather. 

But not you. No, never you.

Long have you ignored me. Long have you expressed your desire, or rather, lack there of, of what I can offer you. You never cared about titles. You never cared about trophies, fame, fortune, or any of that shit. Who I am, or rather, who my mother is never caught your attention. In fact, you couldn’t have cared less about me before.

I won’t lie to you. It annoyed me.

It- it- hurt…

Sure, everyone who usually demands my attention is superficial and annoying. Yet, I cannot help but live for their praise. Attention is still attention, according to my mother, so I’ve always thrived in it. I always love it.

Maybe that’s what drew me to you in the first place: the fact that you seemingly didn’t care.

Why didn’t you? Hadn’t you heard of me? The famed Nike’s son who singlehandedly defeated the hydra beast when he was only seventeen? How about the countless olympic victories I’ve garnered through the years, numerous statues being erected in honour of my strength and valued deeds? Surely you had heard my name before, even if just a whisper on the wind.

Well, you had, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care that I was born of the Gods. You didn’t care that I have valour or strength. 

You don’t even care about how attractive I am. Though, thanks to last night, I know now that you find me to be the most handsome of all.

Definitely doesn��t stroke my ego, or anything…

I can still remember how shy you became once you admitted to it. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve experienced something more euphoric in my entire life, or cuter for that matter. Knowing I have this effect on you is unlike any other, and I never want it to stop, and if I have my way, it never will.

We will be together for all eternity. I’ll make sure of it.

Anyways, I digress… finally, for the first time, I had found someone who wanted to get to know me for me, and not my conquests. All of my attempts to impress you through my grandiose accomplishments meant nothing. It’s the little things that truly mattered to you, like me helping that baker the one day when he broke his arm, or protecting that little girl from straying into one of the hidden labyrinth entrances. That is what seemed to make you notice me.

I’ll admit, for a time, I purposely did any and every little thing to make you look my way. It was worth it in the end, obviously. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be laying here with me in my bed after the night we had.

Oh, what a night it was! Even now, I cannot help the way my eyes flutter at the memories that consume my mind. You are so sweet, My Love, that I desperately long for another taste. For now, I’ll leave you to sleep. After all, you’ll need your rest if we are to continue on today just as we did last night.

I won’t lie to you, My Love, getting to love you, to cherish you and please you, is the greatest honour that anyone, living or dead, could ever bestow upon me. There is no higher pleasure I have ever felt in my entire life than the feeling of being locked between your legs. Your skin is softer than any finery the Gods could ever craft. Your voice is the sweetest song composed of melodies meant only for me. Not even Aphrodite herself could compete with your beauty, nor Thanatos tear you away from me in death. I would crawl through the River Styx and rain my terror upon Hades were he to even attempt to keep your departed soul away from me.

Nothing could keep me away from you. I love you.

I never thought I was capable of love, other than the desperate acceptance I sought through my many victories. I wanted to be loved, not be in love.

You changed that. You changed me.

Now, there is not a single thing that I don’t love about you. There is nothing I would change. From the way you smile at me, only for me, to the way you sigh my name so sweetly. To the way you comb your fingers through my hair after a long day, to the way you hug me so tightly when you’re seeking warmth. Your laugh, which is the most melodic symphony I have had the pleasure of hearing, other than your moans, of course. Your eyes, your nose, your body…I love it all.

I can’t fight it any longer, My Love, I need to hold you in my arms once more.

There. That’s better.

Just the way your body moulds against mine is perfect. We were made for each other, wouldn’t you agree? Besides, no one else can have you. No mere mortal could ever please you in the same ways I have. Not anymore.

You are mine, and I am yours.

My lips will forever burn searing kisses along your skin, singing your praise as long as I still draw breath. I will spend all of eternity composing poems of my deepest love for you, and you alone. Only you shall have the honour of hearing what your name sounds like falling from my lips, for only you are worthy. 

Worthy of my love. 

Worthy of my affection. 

More than all of that, worthy of me.

My hands shall grace no other’s skin, lest it is in defence of your honour. Then, I will never be afraid to reign my terror over them. My strength is unmatched, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, My Love, but when I set my sights on something, I do not stop until I have achieved my deepest desires.

My deepest desires…

You know, I never thought anyone would be able to understand me the way you do. How you can make me fall apart so easily - from just a single glance - escapes me. I have never experienced a love like this, and I hope to every God on Olympus that you haven’t, either.

I want to drown you in my love until all that you know, all that you can speak of, is me. I will surround you in me until you no longer can tell where you end and I begin. We are meant to be one, in this life, and the next, and all of the rest after that. I’ll make sure of it.

You are my greatest victory, and I will make sure to be your only prize. 

Let the others say what they want, they don’t matter. They’re just jealous, anyways. However, if I hear even one of them so much as speak one negative or malicious word against you… I will not hesitate to rip their tongue from their mouth and feed it to the minotaur. Maybe I’ll just gift you their heart on a golden platter instead. Offer it in placement of my own. Mine only beats for you, anyways.

Do you feel it? It’s thundering right now. I’m surprised the intensity doesn’t wake you from your slumber. Not even my wandering hands seem to affect you at all right now.

That’s okay, I was pretty intense last night.

You can’t blame me, My Love. I finally had the honour of making love to the woman who owns my very soul.

I can still feel the way my fingertips sunk into your flesh, grabbing onto anything and everything I could reach, just as they do right now. Of course, I’m much gentler for the moment than I was last night. I couldn’t help it, I just had to pull you as close as possible to me. I wanted to feel every inch of your body pressed against my own. I’ve been longing for your touch for too long.

You’re additive, did you know that? There is no finer wine, no sweeter ambrosia than the nectar that flows from between those luscious thighs of yours. Seriously, My Love, I could get drunk on you, and I wish you had let me last night. My tongue longs to be back between your legs, lapping up every last drop that flows from that precious cunt of yours. I need my lips on you, bringing you to ecstasy again, and again, and again.

Pull my hair. Scratch my back. Moan my name. Scream your love for me, and say you’re mine.

Do it all over again until you are satisfied, because I fear I will never be able to get enough of you. I will claim you over, and over, and over again until I am satisfied, and Darling, when it comes to you, I’m insatiable.

Don’t think I haven’t notice how you keen into my touch when my arms are around you, pulling your body flush against mine. Don’t think I do not remember the way you begged for more as my cock buried itself in your tight little cunt. And don’t you think for one second I will ever forget the way I made you scream my name as you came for me.

I did that to you. I will continue doing that to you. Forevermore.

I will only ever be satisfied knowing that I have pleased My Goddess to the fullest extent. You will only know joy, you will only know happiness and love when you’re with me. My pleasure is your pleasure, and I hope that you can say the same for me. 

For if not…

Well…

Let’s just say you don’t want this to be the start of another competition. 

After all, I always win.

[nyxirrationalstories]

Hi, mi Amor ❤ Would you mind if I asked the fem goddess s/o who has a cheerful, goofy, slightly narcissistic character but s/o realized that s/o was the reincarnation of the wheat goddess Hades' wife : Persephone . But, s/o never wants to accept that and thinks that it's just a joke or nonsense, s/o can never be serious in the slightest dangerous or precarious situation S/o is also the lover of the bronze saints namely: Seiya, Hyoga, Shiryu, Shun and Ikki.

I love your blog, is so gorgeous😍✨✨ dear 💕

Hi, hello Sorry for take so long and thank you Okay, lets start the Part 1. Later I will make the drabble

One potential scenario is that the character continues to brush off their true identity and refuses to take it seriously, even when faced with dangerous situations. This could cause tension with the Bronze Saints, who may become frustrated with the character's lack of seriousness and inability to see the gravity of their situation. However, this could also provide opportunities for the character to grow and develop, as they slowly come to terms with their true identity and the responsibilities that come with it.

Alternatively, the character could initially deny their true identity but eventually come to accept it, with the help of the Bronze Saints. This could lead to a greater sense of responsibility and maturity on the character's part, as they begin to understand the importance of their role as Persephone. This could also strengthen their relationships with the Bronze Saints, who may admire the character's newfound sense of purpose and dedication. Now, the interest lovers and Hades.... i see it complicated. First: Ikki and Shiryu they have a partners. And there is Seiya and Saori. And i don´t remember if Hyoga have interest love. But Shun... I believe that because Shun is the vessel of Hades, you could feel a unique connection with him (since you are the vessel of Persephone). Therefore, the two of you could develop a beautiful friendship and even a courtship.

Now, depending on who wakes up first, there can be 2 scenarios.

If Hades wakes up first: more or less what happens in the canon. Only now Hades would have the priority of returning to his beloved Persephone. Shun transforms, they save him and both could fight to stop Hades.

If Persephone wakes up first: Tragedy, pure tragedy. Good drama. Kore was cute, but when they named her Persefone… yeah, she's also not going to ask whether or not you want to be her vessel. She might even pretend to be you, after all, you learn tricks when you're with the Celtic gods*.

So, when Hades takes power over Shun, Persephone would make an appearance. This could end better, but I already touched on that with Hades so let's get to the tragic.

Shun gets free, but you don't. The guys had to prioritize defeating Hades that they left you so they could help you later. What they didn't expect was that the Underworld would collapse and that Seiya would be badly hurt.

When it was the decisive hour, Persephone forced the knights to leave the Underworld without being able to turn back.

For the knights, you are dead. Athena knows that's not true. But she cannot go to negotiate with Persephone or Demeter.

As for you, well, Demeter saved your life by taking away your voice. Not out of revenge or anger, but to save you from her heartbroken heart.

Your body will stay young and your soul will be preserved, you will only be free until Hades returns to take back what was taken from him.

*((Fun fact: the Greeks didn't believe in reincarnation and don't "possess" people. There is only one myth where people are possessed and that is Poseidon possessing Theseus' mother to fuck Theseus' father. And that is only one version of the myth.

The Celts, on the other hand, did believe in reincarnation, there are several myths of creatures possessing humans, etc.; so to plug script holes, I put my "canon" that I am creating about the Celts).

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Quiet as a Mouse

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: here we go.

Please let me know what you think <3

🧁🧁🧁

"Come, pet," Thor stands by the large white Cadillac, waiting, watching.

You look at your bag in his hand but nothing else. His thick fingers and calloused knuckles betray the strength contained within. His size speaks of the brutality he harbours. His inhumanity disguised by that charming smile and the gentle lilt of his booming tones.

You pass him without acknowledgement. He follows, closely. As close as ever. He smothers you as he always does. The sort of suffocating presence you've come to despise.

He says your father was bad. That he was overprotective and possessive. So what does that make him?

You didn't used to think like this. You saw the best in the world, in your world, as small it was before him. You don't like the vastness he's brought into it. The uncertainty.

"I think my sister-by-law shall be happy to see you. Wish I could say the same of my brother," he chuckles as you climb the curved steps to the large ebony doors. "He barely seem enthused to see myself."

Still, nothing. You haven't spoke a word in the longest time. Not even sang in your lonesome. You don't have the spirit for it, nor the energy to give to him. He's taken everything and somehow expects more.

You stand before the doors and stare. Thor reaches above you and clangs the large silver knocker. You wait without apprehension. You are eager to see darling again but that usual spark cannot be lit.

The door opens to reveal your host. Loki stands smoothing his hair with one hand as his other retreats to his dark green tie. He fixes it as he clears his throat.

"Brother, sister," he nods to Thor before pecking your cheek politely, "you're late."

"Late? You said anytime, brother," Thor rebuffs as he gestures you inside.

"Well, I've been waiting rather long so late you are."

You enter and step to the side, swaying with folded hands as you look around the foyer. Nothing much has changed but for the large portrait hung from the wall. A hand-painted vision of Loki and his new wife. The men chatter but you do not hear them, you haven't the mind for their vague insults. How can they be so vicious to each other when all you ever wanted was a brother or sister? Anyone to be your friend.

"I suppose you are impatient to see my wife," Loki recalls your presence and faces you, "I'm certain you can smell her preparations already," he waves a hand in the air, "she oft takes court in the kitchen if you care to join her." He turns back to his brother, "and I shall get you to your rooms so you might settle in."

You dip your head in thanks, a quick signal of your gratitude missed by your uncaring host. You cross the patterned marble as the men depart in the opposite direction. You hear the oven shut as you near the kitchen, and you listen by the frame.

You peek around the wooden trim and watch Darling as she sets the timer. She lingers by the stove and peers through the window. A sudden buoyancy overcomes you. You feel so much lighter.

You hop through the door, your soles slapping on the floor. She flinches and turns to you. She smiles, unaware of the smear of lipstick across her cheek. You run to her, clamouring around the island to wrap your arms around her. She lets you, her reticence as always keeps her stoic and rigid.

You pull apart and look at her, tilting your head as you signal to her cheek. She frowns in confusion and reaches her hand up to touch the stain. She tuts as she examines the pigment on her fingertips.

"Ah, yes, I... must've messed it without realising," she shakes her head at herself, going to a drawer to pull out a cloth and wipe her face.

You notice how her necklace is askew above her collarbone and the front of her wrap dress is crooked. She catches your observation and sighs, dropping her hands to her side.

"Or maybe he did," she confesses in defeat.

You move your hands to assure her that it's okay. You don't judge her. You love her! Is that strawberry?

She concentrates on your fingers and nods slowly. It takes her a moment.

"I'm still learning," she says, "so... you judge me and you want strawberries?"

You smile bigger and mime a laugh. She lets humour curve her lips and tucks the cloth into her apron pocket.

"Yes, strawberry meringue, just like I promised."

[bowandcurtsey]

(Edit request and thanks for the advice. I'm asking William X F!reader AU whose son is a without magical child and reincarnated controller devil like Nayuta) (y/n is pregnant with his youngest son for the first time and he He was well cared for because he was a weak child and had withou magic from birth s/n At the age of 3-4 he unconsciously displayed demonic powers with his eyes changing. The next story can be anything as long as Aine is the author) ( hope you can read what I translated 🙇‍♀️

{1700 event}

AU: Chainsaw man-ish, black clover-ish AU (it didn't really specify for which au, so i'm doing a hybrid)

Hi lovely bby, so I've finally come to this request after a long time, I'm really sorry and thank you for waiting.

I actually don't watch chainsaw man, so I've done a little bit of homework here and did a little bit of summary for the rest of the readers as well.

The control devil is able to "control" other beings; altering their memories, using their senses

A devil can also make contract with humans, they have supernatural strength, and keen senses.

So yeah, the control devil is super dangerous and op. x.x Sounds like someone super troublesome...

I'll be doing a continuation to the above story, with a mix of some drabble and hcs

Characters: William Vangeance x f! reader, son: s/n tw: pregnancy

"William," the both of you stared at s/n, "did you see that?"

"yes, honey." he said calmly and quietly.

Then it happened again, right before your eyes, s/n's eyes flashed a hue of black while he stared at your border collie, sushi.

There was a glint in the dog's eyes and he proceeded to bring s/n his favourite fireman truck, like a puppet being controlled.

Awhile later, Sushi shook his entire being, as if snapping out of his trance and went running away.

"I'm calling Julius and Marx."

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After Julius and Marx examined him, they broke the news to you and william that s/n was a reincarnation of the control devil, Makima. It probably happened because while you were pregnant with s/n, you were possessed by Makima during the Devils war.

"what should we do now," you sobbed, "this is all my fault."

William caught you just as you were slipping onto the ground, "honey, you're pregnant, please... don't blame yourself like that."

"I am to blame for not being able to protect my wife and son." he consoled you, stroking your hair.

"if he can control her powers and you guys can teach her from right and wrong, then being a devil might not be a bad thing." Julius consoled the both of you.

"A devil cannot remember their memory of their previous life, and s/n does not remember any thing about Devil Makima. It's just that I was able to get access to his past life memories with my powers," Marx explained.

"The devil Makima wanted a real relationship with people she loved and cared about," William recalled, "she just didn’t know how, since she was used to controlling people to do whatever she wanted”

While you were possessed by the devil back then, William did a lot of research and studying about the control devil. Just like Liebe, not all devils are bad and they can coexist with humans.

“I’ll do whatever it takes…” you held s/n in your arms, caressing his cute and innocent face.

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You were due soon. Your second child was about to pop anytime. You were getting restless, your body was tired and you wanted this baby to come out asap.

No matter how exhausting your day was, you would always bring s/n out for walks during the evenings. He loved the nature, just like his father.

And today, he wanted to go out of the noble realm. It wasn’t a problem usually, but you were heavily pregnant and William was not around, so you were a little hesitant..

“But mommy,” s/n tugged at your hand, “it’s been so long we went to visit Uncle Yami!”

At the thought of being with the black bulls, it made you feel better, if you couldn’t handle anything, the bulls could help you.

“Alright, let’s go get changed sweetie!”

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“Mommy!” S/n pointed at a nearby village when you were midst air en route to the black bull’s base, “i want cotton candy!”

One of the common realm was having a carnival and the bright colours of the cotton candy attracted your son.

You were slightly thirsty, so you decided to take a little break.

Just like any little kid would, s/n was fascinated by all the stores and fuss of the carnival. You looked at your son’s happy face, you felt that everything was worth the while.

*BANG*

A loud noise came from the other end, and shouting was heard. You instinctively pulled your son close.

People were running and flying away, and the carnival was in chaos. The animals in the carnival had gone wild and were in a rampage, attacking anyone they saw.

Someone bumped into you hard, and you felt something in your belly constrict. You were holding onto your belly in pain and grasping onto s/n, in case he went missing in the chaos.

A feral rhinoceros came charging at the both of you, the pain in your belly made you feel so weak, you could barely pull up a barrier around you, so you could only muster up any strength you had to shield s/n from the danger.

The Rhino came to an abrupt stop right before you. It was so close, you could even hear its breathing. You looked up to see the Rhino's face right in front of you, but it's eyes were pitch black, as if possessed.

You looked at s/n, his eyes were glowing while staring at the Rhino. He was controlling the Rhino!

"Hey baby, tell Mr Rhino to calm down and go home, please?" you quietly whispered to s/n.

"ok mama." he answered, and in a few seconds, the Rhino calmed down and turned around. His eyes slowly turned back to his original colour as he looked at you, smiling and clapping to himself, as if he was proud of what he did.

"Good job baby," you hugged him, "mama's so proud of you. Let's call daddy right now ok? Mama's a little unwell."

You looked at your 3 year old, deep down, you were a little scared of his devil powers, but at the same time, proud of him. You told yourself you would do anything in your power so that he would be a good devil, just like Liebe.

[alagaesia-headcanons]

the wolves' dinner

This is the drabble I mentioned in this post. ( @marimo331 @dayzcakes ask and ye shall receive~)

Summary: Selena spirits Murtagh away to Carvahall so that she and Brom can raise him and Eragon together in peace, hidden from the world. But Murtagh never forgets the truth of his father, possessed of memories that his parents adamantly steer him away from out of their own fear of the past. Yet it does nothing to avert the reconvergence fated for them all...

Word Count: 1,157

Warnings: None

Read below or on Ao3

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The field work is done and everyone else has returned to the house by the time Murtagh finishes up his final tasks in the barn. That’s partially by design, as he likes the quiet that arises when he lingers long enough. Selena sometimes chides that he comes in late for dinner, but she always saves him a portion anyway. Brom declares that if he stays out any longer, he’ll provide the wolves their own dinner, but with the good humor of man who’s ensured no such thing could befall him. His parents indulge and love him even as they raise their obligatory fuss. But Murtagh seeks the quiet to think about the things that have no place anywhere else.

Birka nickers at him and he pours a last bit of feed into her trough with a sigh. Judging by the shadows cast by the shaft of light spilling through the doors, he ought to leave soon to avoid another quip about the wolves tonight. Murtagh pats Birka fondly, promising, “I’ll go riding with you as soon as I get the chance.” Then he pulls the barn doors closed and diligently locks them.

In the last dying streaks of sunlight, as he turns to face his family’s secluded sliver of Palancar Valley, Murtagh sees the silhouette of a lone figure on horseback coming up the road. Instead of going directly up the hill to the house, he slowly wraps around the other way towards the road to get a better look, urged by a low, prevailing thrum of curiosity. The person rides into the shadow of a mountain peak, unveiling their colors and features. Atop a gleaming roan horse sits a broad shouldered man wearing a dark, fur lined cloak that looks as heavy as the well worn exhaustion suffusing him. He has black hair streaked with gray and a severe, lined countenance of eerie familiarity.

As his steed trots nearer, Murtagh sees one deep black eye and another of icy blue, and he knows he is looking into the face of his father.

Looking too blatantly for too long, it seems, for the man reins in his horse and throws Murtagh a sharp, skeptical stare with those mismatched eyes. Murtagh makes a token effort to ease his own scrutiny as the man glances at the distant house, then back to him. He scowls, then abruptly swings himself down from the saddle and faces him directly.

“Tell me your name.”

Those words flow like cold water down his spine, rousing him as if from a dream. Because, up until this moment, he could swear he’s had this very dream a thousand times. He cannot tell him the truth, wouldn’t dare, but he must say something. Any lie fleeing him, forgetting every name but his own, Murtagh shakes his head and impulsively answers with a sideways honesty, “I’m no one.”

The man tilts his head and takes a step closer. “Is that so? Because that sounds to me like the answer of a man who’s name could get him in trouble. Tell me.”

Murtagh doesn’t waver despite the alarmingly accurate assessment, pervaded by an incongruous calm. He suggests no guilt or fear. “That’s not what I meant. It wouldn’t mean something so serious because it doesn’t mean much at all. It’d be a waste of my breath and your time because I’m no one, really.”

The distrust in his eyes doesn’t vanish, but it shifts like the thought was shrugged off in favor of something else. “I don’t believe you. You don’t strike me as quite so insignificant.”

“It’s true. Not for lack of effort, but every time I’ve tried to figure out who I am, to make something of myself, the attempt was always disapproved of and cut off.”

The man grunts in acknowledgement. “A very stifled life that will lend you,” he allows.

Murtagh looks down the road in the direction he came, down that valley to the rest of the world, down south, in the direction of the Empire’s heart. “Is your life the same? Or have you tasted more freedom and learned what the world has to offer and made that your own? Do you know what it feels like... to truly come into your own?”

“No,” he declares promptly. “I’m no different. I have nothing to offer you- you’d better look elsewhere.” Murtagh wonders if his mother once felt similarly stifled and if, back then, his father believed differently about his ability to give her something more. “In my life, everything gained comes at a cost far higher than it was ever worth, and there’s no escape from all the loss. So it’s defining. My whole existence is stifled.”

Murtagh knows without a doubt why; his life exists directly beneath the thumb of the king. But he can’t acknowledge that, and it feels stingingly awkward to know the truth behind his bitter remarks far more intimately than he realizes. Instead, he does not confront it at all, gesturing behind the man and replying, “At least it lends you such a fine horse. It must make travelling a great deal more pleasant, because I can’t imagine a better companion than that. I’ve never seen a horse so beautiful. I bet it can race quicker than the wind- I’m jealous.”

Eyes narrowing, his lip curls back and his chin twitches up into a derisive angle, but the motion follows through until he’s turned aside, gaze torn away. He glares fiercely at the horizon, his flash of anger rapidly losing heat until exhaustion has quenched it, which then yields enough room for contemplation. “Well, I suppose you’re right. He’s an exceptional beast. And I appreciate the companionship of any creature that can carry me away, away, away...”

“Away from...?” he feigns, desperate to know what he might say.

The man looks his way, his black and blue eyes suddenly assuming an imposing, indomitable clarity in that moment, taking in every last piece of him. Then he comes a step closer and grips Murtagh’s shoulder, thumb angled down to press into his bicep, stopping his heart mid beat at the sensation of his father’s touch. “For your sake, child, may you never find out,” he intones, like delivering a blessing.

Then he releases him and pulls away, turning back to his horse. After he lifts himself into the saddle, the distance and darkness make the two different colors of his eyes almost indistinguishable. The sunlight dies a fast death in the valley. “Will you tell me your name?” Murtagh asks before he stirs back into motion.

“No,” Morzan says. “No point. It won’t do you any good.”

“Alright. Farewell then, no one.”

That earns him a smile, one so unexpected, his breath falters for a second. “Ha. Same to you, my fellow no one. Good luck coming into your own.” He flicks the reins and his horse takes off at a trot, carrying him away, away from Murtagh.