#it’s way to late rn but the grind never stops

[embracedfire]

Seeing other amazing posts about tr!Sneeg and his isolation leading to everyone eventually leaving him on his own (Phil, Fit, Clown, Ros to the Null, etc.), what if this + the need for number up and greater power through his own means could lead to the skulk infection on him becoming worse?

Especially now that he and Aimsey went to an Ancient City to get those warden souls for the cracked skulk catalysts they ate, and especially since the keeper said it would mess with their humanity (plus Sneeg tried to get another catalyst for another life!! He wanted more of the thing infecting him because it would have a chance of benefiting him despite the warning given), the calling from the deep dark could become a hell of a lot worse.

Imagine if you will:

Sneeg is working on some machine or grinding for levels at The Blender. He is alone and has been for a while. He hasn’t seen anyone close to him in god knows, even Ros! (I know she will msg Sneeg in game but shhhhh pretend she forgor about him for a bit for the sake of plot) Really the only person he’d been able to talk to in person was Aimsey lately, but they were usually busy with other people on the server.

Having been in isolation for so long would surely make someone believe they’re hearing voices no one else can. That tends to happen when someone goes mad.

Sneeg at some point begins to hear quiet whispers. At first he doesn’t take much notice, being that there’s been a lot of strange sounds he, and only he, can hear for a while. Surely he must be imagining it, right? It must be all in his head. But soon, those quiet whispers turn to distant screams, and those to a cacophony of sorrow and yearning. The skulk starting to spread around his machine is beginning to call to him. This calling gets louder and louder and louder, and it’s getting increasingly difficult for Sneeg to ignore, even with the temptations and numbering up he needs to be doing.

With no one to check in on how he’s doing, he ends up listening to this strange echo (partially out of curiosity, partially out of an unusual desire to follow the call). The skulk spreading on his body is getting much, much worse, going across his torso and mutating it terribly, causing fatigue and the beginnings of eyesight loss. It’s changing him, his body, his mind, how he thinks. He’s becoming obsessive over it, acting like he has to listen to this like it’s something a living being needs to live and long forgetting what he went into isolation for (number uppppp).

The call leads him to some of the deepest and darkest parts of the underground.

An Ancient City.

But this time, in a place where natural light is rare and feels like a death trap even just looking at it, it seems like a safe place to be. Sneeg’s vision isn’t the best (the blindness infinity that happened during the lore with Aimsey in this instance probably), but he could somehow sense that this place was good, safe, home. Way safer than any place like Bad’s cathedral could ever hope to be. The City called to him, summoned him to its protection, and he listened.

Now, Sneeg prefers to stay in this underground City out of its prime. Down here, he doesn’t need to worry about being alone anymore. The other souls in this place are plenty company, and they wouldn’t abandon him. If anyone else even thinks to dare get too close to his home, they won’t last long.

Wouldn't it be neat if tr!Sneeg was slowly losing his vision

Wouldn't it be cool if tr!Sneeg started getting really sensitive hearing haha

Wouldn't be funny if tr!Sneeg started feeling a pull from the deep dark and he could hear heartbeats and screaming coming from the skulk deep underground that drown out all of his other senses and felt the urge to leave. The urge to leave everyone and protect the things down where light is a rare thing. Where the souls trapped forever call out to him.

Heahahaa C:

[hunterwritings]

𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 | 𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍

summary: bi-han comes home wounded, trying his best to keep it from you warnings: mention of blood/laceration, stitching notes: i can only think of writing for bi-han rn 😭

You knew that Bi-han was hot-headed, ironically. You knew that he liked to fight and even though he would most likely win, he would still have battle scars.

It was something you expected, but never looked forward to. Bi-han has a problem being vulnerable and asking for help, so whenever he would get injured in battle he would do his best to hide it from you. Sometimes he'd get away with it and you'd eventually find out after the fact, but sometimes he's a bad liar.

It was the middle of the night when Bi-han stumbled into the temple, his brothers at his side. "Please brother, let us-" Tomas began before Bi-han shut him down. "I can deal with my own wounds." He beckons as he pushes them off and begins walking to your bedroom, holding a hand at his side. "He will be fine Tomas, the pain of us helping him would cause more damage than the wound itself." Kuai Liang reassures his younger brother as they turn and return to their own rooms to rest.

A small groan falls from Bi-han's lips as he rips the mask off his face, his teeth grinding together. He swiftly opened the door of your shared bedroom, trying his best to not wake you. As he quietly shuts the door, he turns back to see you sleeping peacefully on your side of the bed. A sigh of relief fell from his mouth at the sight of you, just knowing you were safe was enough to put him at ease.

His eyes darted to the bathroom, thinking that he could make his way there and clean up, while being quiet enough to not wake you. Bi-han would be lying if he said it wasn't difficult with the large wound at his side, but he would rather die than admit that. He took a breath before slowly beginning to walk towards the bathroom, a small wince caught in his teeth as his hand shot to his side.

As if you had super sonic hearing, you tossed in bed and turned your body to face him as your eyes slowly begin to open. Once you saw the shadowy figure in the dark, you quickly sat up. As you realized it was Bi-han, your heart began to relax for a moment. "I didn't think you were going to be so late." You whisper, still half asleep. "We ran into some trouble, it was a quick fight." He bluntly tells you, relieved you weren't able to see his wounded body in the dark. His relief is quickly gone when you reach over and turn on the soft light next to your bed. Your eyes instinctively shut as you held a hand over your eyes and try your best to focus on Bi-han. When your eyes adjust as best they could, you finally noticed the dark red on his blue uniform.

"What happened!?" You ask, now awake and pushing the covers off of your body.

Bi-han just groans before quickly walking into the bathroom. He tries to shut the door on you, but you quickly make your way into the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" You ask with your eyes glued on his wound. "I am fine." He hissed, keeping his gaze away from you. "Clearly not." You said, a bit of anger setting in.

You pushed him back and made him sit down on the edge of the tub. You turned to grab a small bit of bandages and stitching kits from under your counter. You crouched down next to him as he exhaled deeply. His hands reached down and tried to take the needles from you but you pulled your hands away from him.

"Stop." You began to open up the sewing kit. "I can dress my own wounds, go back to sleep." He tries to demand. You look up and give him a sour look before gripping his shirt. "Take it off." You demanded as you pulled up on the upper part of his uniform.

He reluctantly abides, knowing that you are too stubborn to let him do this on his own. Now with his skin exposed, you could see the wound in full. It was a large cut from his upper ribcage down to the side of his lower abdomen. "Bi-han." You breathe out as you touch the skin around the wound, feeling dried blood around it.

"You act as if I am fragile." He snarls, still looking away from you. "I know you are not fragile which is why this is a bit much, but I knw you will be fine." You nod before pouring a bit of alcohol on a rag before dressing his wound. The alcohol on the wound causes Bi-han to wince loudly as he tightly grabs hold of your leg as you stood next to him.

"Do not treat me like a child." He shakes his head, his eyes tightly pressed together. "I am not treating you like a child, I'm treating you like my husband. It is my job to worry about you, to want to help you." You explain, feeling his grip on your leg soften as he finally turns to look at you. "I know you do not want my help even when you need it, but I am always here to provide it. Because I wish for you to be safe and not in pain, just as I hope you'd like that for me." You hold his face in your hands as he looks up at you, his cold demeanor completely faded as soft eyes stare at yours.

"I would freeze the world over to keep you safe."

A soft smile goes across your lips before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, pulling away and pressing your forehead to his.

Although you interpreted his saying as a metaphor, he meant every single word.

[sillygoosealert]

So I usually request fluff or angst but im feeling like a lil dare devil rn 😈 (eww LFMAO) so smut time. So like its about to be Bi Hans first time and reader is undressing but his mom walks in so Bi Han and reader just standing there in they birthday suit and his mom is like “oh wow. Um, be safe” 😭 and like Tomas and Kuai Liang heres about it and REFUSES to let him live😭like everytime he he tries to yell at them they like “Hey don’t you remember mom walking in on you and your girlfriend” and shut his ass up real fast 😭

HELP?? do you think he would call his seamen icecream

Bi-Han, we’re holding an intervention because we’re worried about you..

Bi-Han fluff, smut (?), uhhh idk just Bi-Han :3

It was late at night and you had just snook into Bi-Han’s room. It's cold and you both are feeling up each other. You're holding the back of his head and he's smashing his face into yours. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but you don't mind.

He's dry-humping you on his bed, grunting into your mouth. His hands make their way up your shirt and he's groping your breast. He loves everything about you. Especially when you let him slip his tongue into your mouth whenever it was the two of you, though.

Tonight he was feeling some type of way as he slipped off your pants. Then slipped off his pants..

‘Are you..are you okay with this?’

‘I'm fine. You look pretty nervous though’

‘I've never done this before’

‘Really? Me neither, we don't have to though’

‘I want to. But only if you want to’

You pull him down to kiss him again. He groans into it and grinds into you.

The knock at his door is unheard as Tomas and Bi-Hans mother open the door. She quickly covers Tomas’s eyes with a mortified look on her face.

‘Bi-Han, we’ve talked about having your girlfriend over..’

He says nothing as he quickly covers you and his mom shuts the door.

Rubbing his face, he groans and lets his body fall back onto his pillow.

You're staring at him, and now he's staring at you.

‘Maybe I should just sneak back out..’

‘You're abandoning me?’

‘I can't look at Tomas or your mother after this, good luck though’

With that, you leave. Your relationship does not falter, though, as even as Grandmaster, you still are his right-hand man. You don't have to sneak into his room through his window or worry about being seen

Except for when you go into his bedroom. If his brothers see you enter, they will snicker and exchange glances. Nothing will change the fact his little brother and mother had to sit him down and tell him to stop sneaking in people, but with time you feel a little better about it.

You were told he had an intervention that night, you’re glad you left when you did.

That didn’t stop him as you kept your close bond, nothing stopped him from you. That’s what you liked about him, that’s why you stayed.

Idk how to end this 🎀

[ohimsummer]

saw someone say "nerdjo dry humping" on twt and i think we should all talk about that rn 🙂‍↕️

agree….agree….agree………..

Thinking of going over to his dorm one day after classes to hang out and next thing yk you’re in his lap (because him yapping about his new favorite movie is so so sexy) <3 and he tries to pretend it doesn’t effect him as much even though wow you’re so fucking pretty and your face is like inches from his and your body is warm and he likes the way your arms wrap around his neck..

he can smell the perfume on your clothes, that sweet scented one that he likes too much (he’d never tell YOU that, of course), and also the cocoa butter on your skin…as if his senses aren’t already going haywire, the way you grind in his lap, leaning in occasionally to mouth at his neck is driving him utterly insane.

Satoru has an iron grip on your hips, digging his fingers into the flesh, but despite having more than enough physical strength to stop you, mentally you’ve made him so fucking dumb and pliant, rubbing up against the hardness between his legs and the ticklish kisses on his neck make him giggle and squirm and whimper underneath you like some kind of needy virgin (👀)

by the time satoru realizes he’s cumming in his pants (as go his loser ways 💛) it’s far too late 😔

[hiemaldesirae]

LOOL YES!! That's what you get Alastor!! Cursed cat!Alastor adores Vox and would never hurt him. Honestly it'd be hilarious if Vox does an interview that night and the entire hotel (plus Lucifer) catches it and Cursed cat!Alastor is on Vox's shoulders just purring away and happily nuzzling Vox's screen and being happily petted and Alastor is gripping his fixed staff, grinding his fangs, jealousy leaking from him.

Charlie is pleased: "Alastor, I knew you could find that cat a good home! Thank you! =D"

Everyone else is fucking shocked. They know Alastor threw that cat at the Vees for entertainment and hell raising purposes (and in Husk's case, a way to try and get Vox to come back to him. Most of Alastor's schemes involving the Vees always, always revolve about getting Vox back.)

The interview is about a new product of Voxtech, but at the end of it, they ask about Vox's new pet and Vox just puffs up, proud as can be:

Vox: "This little demon just charged into the lobby, brutally attacking my staff! 2 or 3 died, I think 4 or 5 were maimed so I of course had to keep him! Isn't that right, Venom? (Cause Vox thought he had rabies....and he foams at the mouth when he attacks...so...and the V theme.) Isn't he precious?"

*sir is fine, for future reference. but YEAH, alastor would definitely be seething with rage- like whole fucking cartoon ass face too, he's NOT having the time of his life rn. why the FUCK was vox petting that hellspawn???? that should've been HIM ???????????

also venom is a perfect name for that little shit, honestly, though ill be fr i can only think of the. You know. Venom.

anyway whatever here's another writing snip. (vv short because i have morning classes tmw and im going to freak if im late again) you guys are greedy asf but whatever ill provide like any good father would

"Oh, dear... and he *kept* it, is that right?" Rosie gasps as she watches Alastor grip his hair tightly, head cradled in his hands. She giggles as she continues teasing the poor demon, "My, Alastor, isn't he quite the catch? Compassionate and caring to boot, not to mention that he seems to be *quite* popular among the denizens of Hell!"

"Rosie, my dear, please. Stop talking. For the love of God, stop talking," Alastor's ears flatten more as he begs his friend, Rosie merely laughing softly in delight as she watches.

"You can hardly blame me for being curious, Alastor! I mean, you always refused to take your sweet little picture box to Cannibal Town when the two of you were still talking... why, I had to learn of your dalliance through Mimzy! And, not to devalue my beloved's qualities, of course, but she's *hardly* the greatest source of information one can find-- I married her out of love, not for her communication skills."

"That *thing* probably has rabies," Alastor spits out, looking as if he'd just swallowed a particularly bitter pill. "I don't *understand* what he sees in it!"

"Well, it does look quite like you," Rosie points out leisurely. She takes a sip out of her teacup before continuing, "Perhaps he's treating it as a substitute for you? You know, in the way that some would treat their plushs like pets, he's treating his pet as... well, you."

Alastor narrows his eyes at her. "Vox *knows* that if he wanted to talk to me, he could easily just go over and tune into our shared frequencies. He's *replacing* me with it, Rosie, I just know it!"

"Hm... well, in that case, why don't you just go and make it clear to him that you aren't replacable?" Rosie taps the edge of her cup with a knowing glint in her abyssal black eyes, holding her good friend's gaze steadily. "You've never shyed away from confrontation before, have you, Alastor? Why be hesitant now?"

Alastor licked his lips, staring down in his lap before he picked up his own teacup and downed the liquid inside like a shot.

"Thank you for hosting me today, Rosie. I think... I've reached a conclusion."

A knowing smirk crosses the Cannibal Overlord's face. "Of course you have. I expect to be formally introduced to your lovely little muse soon, you understand?"

"Yes, my fair lady," Alastor rolls his eyes with amusement. "But you had better not try and take a bite of him."

"Who, little old me? I'd never, dear!"

"You had better not," Alastor frowns. Though his tone is joking, his expression falls flat.

Elsewhere, in the Entertainment District, Vox sneezes into Venom's fur as he cradles the fluffball of red fur. The freaky kitten turns to look up at him with a questioning look, but he only ruffles Venom's ears apologetically.

"Sorry, Ven. I don't know what came over me just now- oh, look at this! Should we get you this collar, or that one...?"

[1eos]

YES!!! i have no idea why so many women are suddenly aspiring to be tradwives. single income households are hardly feasible in this economy. especially with children like omg. i know everybody dreams about wealth but it is rare. most of these women are going to wind up with husbands who are working back to back shifts for minimum wage. and still struggle to afford necessities. i understand sometimes mothers stay home to take care of small children, but to ASPIRE for that???? wild. i know so many stay at home mothers who have NEVER been on vacation. i know so many dual income households whove NEVER been on vacation. the grind mindset is terrible but when did we stop wanting nice things for ourselves??? i legit blame tiktok for a lot of this

tiktok definitely responsible for a good chunk of the trad wife nostalgia lollll. 'trad wife' content creations has been booming lately and im amazed that its catching on considering the women who were forced to be trad wives and lived the unglamorous reality are literally alive rn and are telling u to not quit your day job 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and i understand that some women are simply more comfortable under the yoke of traditional patriarchal roles and understand they will be worked to the bone and just accept that reality and im not gonna berate a lady for that. more power to you. milk that cow. but its these girlies who genuinely think they will never have to labor if theyre in a traditional marriage. babe. BABE. you know how one income households work? they 'save' money by making the woman do EVERYTHINGGGGGGGGGG. and don't let the husband have any kind of hustle or business of his own bc not only are you maid, mother, cook, instacart driver, taxi cab, human calendar etc etc but you bout to be his secretary, his accountant, his inventory manager, AND his therapist/personal emotional punching bag at the end of the day and if he don't wanna give u a cent there's not a damnnnnn thing you can do about it. oh and you'll be doing all that work sick, pregnant, tired, no days off, no holidays, and if your man extra scummy u not ever gonna get a thank you!

im just gobsmacked 😭😭😭😭😭 they be dead serious abt the 'i hate to work i just wanna get married' like men are very open abt how they marry FOR LABOR. beloved your ass gonna be working one way or another

[reasonablerodents]

mmm tw nsfw

hotch chaining his collar under his desk, telling him to come get his treat

he just whines of course (he knows better than to talk), because his owners cock is just an inch too far for him to reach with his mouth ): hes pulling the chain with every musle in his body but he cannot get far enough.

hotch seems disappointed in him, so hw tries so so hard. he cant even help himself with his paws, cause they are locked securely in leather mittens, restricing his movement. he whines and whines and cries. he just wants to be good.

but hotch just pulls back and stands up.

“how am i supposed to let you have your cock out when you cant even be a good pet? i tried letting you prove yourself.” he says as he reaches for the cage and the key resting on the table.

there are tears in spencers eyes, but he knows its for the better. whatever his master tells him to do, however disgusting, its for the better.

I’m literally screaming and crying rn this is so…. Chefs kiss. I love love love him being set up to fail and getting punished for the inevitable outcome urghhhh <333 Also omg I’ve been soooo missing out with the whole puppy gear thing bc it would make everything so much harder for him without his paws!!

Hotch def just jacks himself off over Spencer’s face afterwards, telling him that he’d be able to help if he’d just tried harder.

Literary crimes under the cut!

It takes him weeks to be unlocked. Hotch keeps giving him chances to prove himself, but he always fails. There’s never a way to win, but he has to try, needs to show how obedient and deserving he is.

When Spencer’s caught in his dog bed with three of his fingers inside himself, grinding his cage into the fabric, Hotch decides to give him another task. If he clearly thinks he can get off like that, then why shouldn’t he? He’s obviously desperate, so it should be easy, even with the cage.

Hotch settles himself down to watch at first, enjoying the noises of frustration when nothing quite works. Spencer’s trying so hard, but the angle’s all wrong and he just can’t get his fingers deep enough for the stimulation he needs. He turns to look at Hotch after a while, whining and thrusting back with a pleading look in his eyes, begging him to help. He could definitely do it with Hotch’s assistance, he’s sure of it.

But when he looks back, Hotch isn’t even looking at him anymore. Instead, he’s turned his attention to a book, completely absorbed in that instead of the display going on by the fireplace. But he hasn’t told Spencer to stop, so he just carries on for what feels like forever, only ever managing to tease himself as his cock tries and fails to harden over and over again, as his the tips of his fingers only ever manage to just about brush past his prostate.

Eventually, Hotch closes his book, setting it down beside him.

“You still haven’t finished?” he asks, and he sounds more like he’s asking if Spencer’s finished sorting witness statements than if he’s managed to make himself cum yet.

Spencer shakes his head desperately as he pounds his fingers into himself. He can’t have his master disappointed with him again. It’s too late though, because Hotch stands up.

“I guess you didn’t need it that badly, did you? Stop squirming around and put your plug back in, puppy, it’s time for bed.”

Hotch gets himself off that night. Spencer, of course, doesn’t. He just curls up on top of the duvet at Hotch’s feet, his cock throbbing with no way to relieve the ache, listening to the sounds of the older man’s hand and his hitching breath.

[tmwcs]

RAEEEEE GUESS WHOS HERE ABOUT DT SUPER LATE🤩

Me😌

Im sorry BUT NOW IM GONNA START READING IT AND YOULL GET ALL MY LIVE REACTIONS🤭‼️

"Gently rubbing his fingertips along your skin, swaying them back and forth"

RAE😭😭 WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO USSSSS, pls pls take our well being into consideration 😔😔

“Good girl... you even know how to pronouce it correctly"

good girl? GOOD GIRL???? AND HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO WINK AFTERWARDS???? im done I cant with this guy

“Maybe….we’ll see.”

Maybe yes, hopefully not😌

“Night sweet thing.”

Boy im no object 🤨🤨 (but since its you saying it, I dont mind as much😋)

“Let us know if you need anything.”

You sir pls?🤯

Gazing at the message that you had just received, you saw that it was from Kurt, who expressed how good it was to see you again. “…Hmm…I wonder….” You mentally noted as you came up with an idea and messaged back.

No no pls dont "wonder" it usually ends bad😨

OMG IM LOOKING AT THE PICS YOU ADDED RN AND IM- SUISHSEESDDD let me suck your dick pls??? (Both)

“You would look so pretty in a wedding dress.”

THIS AND THE PICTURE UNDERNEATH IT????VBYXDGHHHHH, Heejeong does smh unexplainable to me😣

“Yeah?.....I beg to differ.”

SIR???? STOPPPP

“Hey, y/n. I’m finally here, sorry I missed the ceremony, but I’m glad I could make it in now.”

You missed the ceremony what else you here for boy?💀 also rae pls pls dont do what im think you're going to do pls pls dont

You had invited Kurt, as a manner to introduce him to the family since you had recently decided to give him a chance and accept his offer to begin a relationship

Bye.

WHYYYYY TELL ME WHYTYYY???????? I dont even know what to say🤯🤯

Im kurt number 1 hater #kurtkys #kurtleaveynalone #kurtpullasamuelsoicanhaveareasontohateyou

Im never forgiving you for this rae

"Im good Mrs....um..."

Bro doesn't even know the name of his girlfriends mother 💀💀 this is way worse then what samuel did I think I have reason to hate him now😌

Heejeong merely looked down at Kurt’s hand before glaring back up at him….then over to you.

YES BAE IGNORE HIS DIRTY HANDS WHO KNOWS IF HE EVEN WASHED THEM???😨‼️

"Nice to meet you. I’m Kurt.”

No one cares bro you can stop💀💀

You figured they were disappointed that you hadn’t told them about Kurt sooner

Nah babes they're mad bc they want to fuck you

"We’re dating.”

Im so done with y/n

"They were busy.”

Pls keep em busy🙏🏻🙏🏻

"It’s okay….” You bit your lip as you chuckled once more. Leaning in, you whispered out. “Should we try again?"

NO???? how about y'all DONT try again💀

"So..."

FINALLY OME OF MY BAES🤭🤭

"Come again?....”

Y/n bae in the nicest way possible, stfu🤗

"Nuh-uh. Come here, we need to have a little talk, you and I.”

Okay lets talk�� OMG THE PICTURE????? IM DYING DJJDUDJEJD

“Shhh….come here…..COME HERE.”

Come here and get some~~

ANOTHER PICTURE???? *this user has died*

Okay ill continue dying after i finish this ask 🔥🔥

“Stop! This is wrong! You’re insane, get off!”

Dont stop! This is feels so right! You're not insane, dont get off**** sorry had to fix your typo😰😰

"Dont be like that…..haven’t I shown you kindness and affection?....Haven’t I shown just how much I ADORE you?”

BAE PLS PLS FORGIVE MY DEAR Y/N, SHES JUST BEING SILLY 🤗🤗

"Those are some pretty strong words princess…..are we fighting? Hmm? Tell me…..” placing a hand on your hip, he starts to motion your body to grind against his crotch as he whispers out the last bit. “Are we fighting?”

I might have to resume being dead soon bc oh my god i cant handle this

"Tell me baby….since we’re fighting…tell me what I gotta do to fix it…tell me.

Nothing babe you're perfect 😌‼️ #loveyourself #changeyourselffornoone #beyourself

"Come on baby…tell me what I gotta do to fix it….so we can get along…”

OH WAITTTT, that shitty gf of yours💀 we can get along then👍🏻

No princess….dont think I will……I don’t think you want me to…..that’s okay because that’s what I’m here for…..”

You're right, pls dont stop😣

"Boyfriend hasn’t touched you yet…has he?”

THANK GOD NO 🙏🏻🙏🏻

"Let me fix it."

Yeah this is my last straw, im dead 👍🏻

Okay kids, lets all thank rae for the amazing chapter 🤭🤭

Bro the way I laughed at this….this is…this is gold. I’m literacy saving this right now so I can refer back to it bc this was just absolutely hands down the best Silky. Omg. Lol! I loved that enjoyed the chapter. Bro..the part where Heeseung was like “let me beat it up and say sorry to it with my tongue later” I died lol. Could you imagine? I should have chapter 6 posted by tomorrow maybe since im working on HHP ch 20 rn ;)

[erwinsvow]

My day was pretty good but college is kicking my ass so badly rn it’s embarrassing…

On another note, just wanted to let you know how I found your blog! It was through another blog (can’t remember which one sorry) recommending their favourite obx writers and that’s a statement I absolutely agree with🫶 You’ve developed a consistent characterization of Rafe that I believe is recognizable and belongs to your blog (idk if that makes sense) I think it’s extremely natural to compare yourself to others but please remember that you’re doing an amazing job!!

Sorry for the word vomit but you’re just so kind every time you interact with anyone and your writing is just SO good I wanted you to know how I feel

Also was curious to know how you feel about dark Rafe because I can’t stop thinking about ghostface (but he could also be sweet in a more twisted and obsessive rafe way)

-💓

omg i remember college like it was yesterday and it kicked my ass too😭😭😭 you got this bae!! it'll be over before you know it but stay focused on the grind 🩵

also stopppp that is so sweet. you are so nice because im so new to writing for obx! n that is so generous of you to say because i really love writing for rafe and bouncing btwn mean n sweet rafe... he's such a tough cookie to write but that makes it so fun! you are so so so nice im gonna cry <3 will remember this everytime i feel iffy :( also i always try to reply to every anon how i would want someone to reply to mine!!!! i remember so vividly being in someones inbox and pouring out ideas or love for like a short reply lol which would hurt my feelings even tho it is not that serious at all haha

but its srs to me now <3 i love replying to ppl on here especially sweet angels like u !!! 💓

ur fucking cooking... you may or may not have seen that my entire blog used to scream themed because its fully one of my favorite movie series EVER<3 ghostface!rafe is SOOOOO yummy. tw murder and a whole bunch of psycho stuff lol

he's soooooo sick n fucking twisted!!!! if he was a true ghostface, he'd be insanely protective over you, telling you it's dangerous to go out alone at night, that you shouldn't even stay at home alone if he's not spending the night. his lil killing spree would start with people trying to break the two of you up, people he knows are actively trying to get into your ear and tell you that rafe is dangerous, that's he's bad for you.

n you defend rafe with all your heart!! your boyfriend is so caring, doesn't even allow you to drive home alone, chauffeurs you around in his car, drops whatever he's doing to come get you if you call.

a couple times he's a lil late.. shows up to your door all sweaty, looking tired n messy, and you ask where he's been all night. doesn't really give you a real answer, just tells you he was with the boys. (he was gutting this boy from some party the other night that wouldn't leave you alone). you hear the news the next day, and when people in town start questioning some of the young men, you valiantly protect rafe, saying he was with you all night (which he was... kind of..) and the way he beams at you when you do this guarantees that you would never voice your suspicions no matter how prominent they become.

ur big friend group tries to figure out what's going on... pretending to be detectives, one of them even questions if youre the killer, saying your sweet personality is the best alibi n that no one would suspect a thing. you laugh, then rafe laughs, so everyone laughs, but the friend who said it is next on his list.

consoles you when ur crying, sick n tired of feeling so scared all the time, wanting life to go back to normal! you love spending time with rafe but everything is getting to be a little bit... overwhelming. you're never alone anymore, never have time or the chance to just be with your friends. it's a lil suffocating but then someone else turns up dead and you retreat into safety, into what you think can protect you: rafe.

the big reveal is the make or break. in the real world youd run screaming for your life. but in shea's world ur just as crazy as he is, still believe he did everything for the right reason, brainwashed enough by him and his charm and his love for you that is so apparent he would kill for you and you let it sway you.

that was a lil dark even for me, but canon rafe is literally a killer n i just be ignoring that part like damn kill me too!! i love u!! biggest fan i'd be ur alibi!!

this getting hella long but rafe with ghostface tendencies is also.... so hot....just lots of overprotectiveness and stalking and if he's part of a duo, just trying to keep you out of everything and protected. doesn't want you anywhere near this stuff, freaks out if you end up hurt or realizing what's going on. but he knows you won't snitch, won't leave or even try to run. he's got you wrapped around his finger <3

and yes he fucks you with the mask on. sneaks into your house while ur leaving him a cute msg saying goodnight. fucks you all crazy and half way through you realize it's rafe. you don't stop tho n beg him to keep going <3

was this too much? maybe. do i care because this is my blog? yes i do care a little. don't want you to judge me LOL

hope this was fun for u to read bc it was fun for me to think!!!!

come again soon!! <3

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

Wrong choices (18+)||Q.Hughes x reader

Summary: you and quinn can’t stop choosing each other…even if it’s the wrong choice.

Tags: @snugglyducklingbrewhouse (I feel lazy rn)

Warnings: 18+ ( if you are a minor on my page please do not interact.)

“U up?”

Oh god. Another late text from a drunk Quinn. You swore that when you moved to Vancouver that you weren’t following him. You never wanted to be this dependent on him. Not like how you were back in Michigan. See, back home it was different. You and Quinn had grown up together. You were Quinn's fangirl. Forever cast into an innocent and obsessed little girl. His family was your own. It was easy to get along with him and Jack based on how close your family was to his. Ellen was practically a second mother.

However, you had grown up. It was awkward being friends with Quinn as soon those formative years hit. The summer after Middle School changed everything. Somewhere along with the line you had formed from Quinn’s best friend through elementary into…a teenage girl. Things had happened. You weren’t the little girl with pigtails and a toothy grin. You were the shadow of a woman. It shifted too many things and the gap that formed between you two never fully healed. He started treating you worse as soon as you developed. Quinn didn’t want to grow up nearly as fast as you did.

While you threw yourself into the books. Quinn threw himself into hockey and girls. That brought you to where you are now. After being brought to Vancouver to follow your full-paid Bachelor of Arts scholarship.

Quinn being here just had a bit of a plus side. A painful plus side.

You can’t quite recall where the hook-ups started. You think it was a little after you and Quinn rekindled–he had won a game. He had been out celebrating, and you had been studying at home. He called you saying that he had only been out for under an hour and that he wanted to come to see you. Of course, you had asked him if had been drinking and if he could drive. He said that he was designated driving for a few of his teammates and that he was good to be over in a bit after making sure the boys had a way home. You should’ve said no. Thinking back on it you are not sure why you said yes. Maybe it was how Quinn reminded you of home? Or maybe it was fulfilling your high-school dreams of what could have happened if he wasn’t such an asshole. But it was exactly that. Quinn was and is a dick. Yet, that night ended with too much wine and memories.

Oh, you remembered how he softly grasped your jaw in his hands. His open-mouthed kisses gently pressed to your pulse point. His other hand travels up and down your back. He brushed his hand down and around your waist. Before swiftly coming up to grope your breast.

“Oh, fuck y/n,” he groaned out as your core brushed past his hardening cock.

You two were so very close. Your mind was running wild. It made you think back on how badly you had wanted Quinn in the past. He pulled you close into his chest while grinding your hips down on top of him. Your head landed in the crease of his neck. You could smell his scent of expensive cologne. It made you ravenous. Your pussy pounded against him.

“More, Quinn.” You moaned out to him.

He obliged. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your pajama pants. All the practice in high school he had, paid off. It wasn’t long before you were shaking on top of him. Your juices coated his fingers as his lips wrapped around your nipple.

“Quinny, let me suck your cock.” You whined as you pushed his fingers from your throbbing core.

He nodded. Not before pulling your lips up to his. The kiss was almost intimate. The kiss was almost intimate. He parted your mouth with a firm hand. He collected his spit and placed it on your tongue. You couldn’t help but moan at how filthy it felt to be used. Quickly, you crawled down Quinn’s lap. His fingers tucked themselves in your hair as you undid the buckle to his belt.

“Good little whore. Look at how ready you are to suck my dick.” He growled.

Your hands trembled as you brought his cock out of his jeans. He whimpered quietly as you brought the tip of his cock into your warm mouth. Bobbing up and down his length you couldn't help but reach your fingers down to play with your clit. His hand wrapped around your hair–pulling it into a makeshift ponytail.

Those memories make you tremble. You pick up your phone from the bedside table. While you're thinking of a reply you can't help the gut feeling that you are going to regret what you say in response.

“Yea, I'm up.” You cringe at how fake your nonchalance seems.

Worst of all, you are up and thinking about him. He responds almost immediately. At this point, you know exactly what he wants from you. He wants to fuck you. If you were the clean-cut girl you pretend to be, you'd say no. The thought of what was going to happen with Quinn caused your hand to travel down into Your panties. It's Quinn. He's the wrong person for this. Yet, you crawl back to him. Arms wide open. Hell, legs wide open too.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

You jump up to prepare yourself for what's about to happen. Inside your bathroom, you smooth down your hair. Hoping that your perfume and fresh panties can make this cheap fuck feel like something afterward. You know it won't. Quinn never stays long after it's over. He gets some and then leaves. This cycle is killing you. It's awful to see.

The knock at your door is rough and shocking. It shows how desperate he is to see you. From the second you open your door–your body is slammed against the nearest wall. A wall that happens to be in the kitchen. Quinn’s hands grab yours and pull them above your head. There’s no fighting back. The sex is going to be needy, ragged, and emotionless sex. Quinn is enough of a gentleman to make sure that you are okay with what is going to happen.

“You ready, whore?” Quinn barks out at you.

Your wet pussy is clenching. Before you can change your mind, all rational thought goes out the window.You feel his knee press into your desperate pussy. His eyes are full of lust.

“Yes, I want it all,” you beg

Quinn’s teeth nip slightly on your pulse point. Electricity invades your body as Quinn's fingers dig in between your thighs.

“Such a fucking slut.” Quinn growls as you greedily run your hands through his hair.

He's had enough of your groping in the kitchen. Quinn expertly picks you up. Your legs wrap around his waist. You can feel his massive bulge as he carries you down the hallway. He doesn't need the hall light on. His knowledge of the layout of your apartment is based on how many times he's carried you here.

It's going to be rough tonight. Quinn is a man who takes what he wants. Tonight he wants a distraction from whatever is bugging him this week. Which is information saved for anyone that is not you. You can't help but think if maybe you were more than just friends with benefits then you’d know what happens in Quinn's life. That doesn't matter right now. All that matters is the fact that you have a hunk of a man wanting in between your thighs. You want him there just as bad. You hear the familiar unbuckling of his belt.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. Practically dripping for me.” Quinn rasps.

His fingers lightly drag over the wet spot on your panties. Your back arches in bliss.

“S-s-stop teasing Quinn,” you can barely speak.

You shouldn't have said those words. A dark look crosses Quinn's face. Before you’re even aware, your panties are ripped clean off. Three fingers made their way into your tight, wet, unfucked pussy. Considering you only really have sex when Quinn makes time for you, You can go quite a while without any intimacy. And it makes you out of practice, and sensitive to touch. His fingers curl at an ungodly pace. Your pussy stretches over his digits. and a knot forms in your lower stomach.

“Tight little pussy. All mine. Who do you belong to?”Quinn growls.

You know that he's aware of just how dependent on him you are. He's the only person that fucks you. Worst of all, he knows it.

“You!” You shout, “I belong to you, Quinn.”

The sex is fast. It’s hard, rough, and momentarily fulfilling. His cock presses deep inside of your center. Pressure builds within your core as Quinn’s sweat drips down his forehead.

“Fuckkk, I’m cumming Quinn!” You moan out as your toes curl.

His hand reaches up to grip your throat. Your lips meet his hungrily as you reach your peak. Quinn follows suit. He releases deep into your cunt, and you feel his dick spasm within you.

He rolls off of you and gently lands beside you. You know better than to try and cuddle him. If you would even consider trying to hold him, he would push you away.

“Round two in a few?” The brunette asks.

It solidifies the fact that this was a very wrong choice. A good wrong choice. You rolled over to push away the thoughts and the dread of changing the feelings deep within your heart. Maybe someday things would change, but not tonight.

[helloprettybb]

already yours

i’m in a lowkey angsty mood rn, so i wrote this.

pairing: uni!draco malfoy x reader

description: draco only loves you when you’re in bed.

warnings: smut, oral (f! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, mean draco, implied fred weasley x reader (not really tho), dacryphilia, angsttt, sad ending

word count: 1.7k

It’s late. Too late for you to be awake, but you can’t stop thinking about him. You have it bad for him from the feeling of his hair between your fingers to the little praises he gives. The worst part is, you know he’s not thinking about you, at least, in that way.

As if summoned by the universe, you hear a knock on your door. At this hour, it could only be one person. A part of you wants to leave him at the door. Show him that you’re too good for whatever this is and he should treat you better. But you also know that he wouldn’t see it that way. He would simply leave and never come back.

You get out of bed and walk toward the door. Sighing before opening it, you are greeted by a distracted Draco. His eyes are glued to his phone and he doesn’t even spare a glance as he steps into your apartment.

“Hello, bunny,” he says. His eyes are still down and you tell yourself it’s just work, but you know that’s not true.

“Hi, Draco,” you reply. Draco pockets his phone and finally looks at you. Maybe it’s your tone or the look on your face, but he furrows his brows and tilts his head slightly.

“What’s wrong, bunny?” he asks. 

“Nothing,” you say. It’s your turn to avert your eyes, but Draco doesn’t like this. 

“Tell me what’s wrong. C’mon, bunny. Don’t lie to me,” He lifts your chin up gently and you lock eyes.

You want to tell him everything. About how you always think of him and want more than this. How you want to fall asleep in his arms and wake up beside him. You open your mouth and almost confess, but you stop at the last moment.

“Just had a bad day,” you lie. Draco hums.

“Well, I can fix that,” he says. With his hand on the back of your neck, Draco pulls you into a kiss. You close your eyes and for a second, imagine a reality where he loves you. He pulls you close with his other hand at your waist. The kiss grows heated and you moan into his mouth. You almost smile against his lips. You’re happiest with him, you think. But then you feel his hand move from your waist up to the hem of your shirt and you remember.

“Fuck, love it when you wear my clothes,” he says. You giggle when he picks you up. You wrap your legs around Draco’s waist as he carries you to your bedroom. Marking your neck with bites and kisses, you moan softly.

Draco places you down on the bed, not parting from you for a second. He kisses down your body before lifting your shirt up slightly and placing a chaste kiss right about your underwear. It’s soft and intimate. He always does this, luring you in with the hope of making love, before treating you like another one of his toys.

But still, you fall for it every time. Because you think maybe one time, your wish will come true. Draco snaps you out of your thoughts when he pulls your panties down and discards them across the room. With no respite, Draco begins sucking your clit. The initial touch makes you throw your head back against the bed and rake your fingers in his hair. You can feel yourself getting louder and almost muffle your voice. But then you remember that Draco likes the little noises you make. So you openly moan as he continues to eat you out. Your breath hitches when he slips a finger in.

“So wet, bunny,” he comments before diving back in. You grind your hips up, but Draco puts that to an end quickly with a harsh grip holding your hips down. He adds another finger and you feel your climax approaching.

Draco knows your body so well that he instantly picks up on your nearing orgasm. “You wanna cum for me, bunny?” he asks. You don’t answer, too lost in your pleasure. “I asked a question.” he warns.

“Y-yes, Dray. Wanna cum so bad,” you cry.

“Okay, bunny. Cum for me,” he says. He curls his fingers and you clutch the sheets beneath you. You moan loudly as Draco continues his assault on your pussy. Once your high fades, you start to whine.

“T-too much, Dray,” He pumps his fingers one more time before pulling out.

“You ready, bunny?” He unbuckles his belt and takes off his pants. You nod as you remove your shirt. You’re so eager for him that it’s excruciating to watch him undress. He finally takes off his button-up and reveals his toned body. You bite your lip as he hovers above you. You’re trapped between him and the bed as he strokes himself a couple of times. 

Draco lines himself up with your pussy before pushing in slowly. You gasp at the feeling of his cock. It’s overwhelming every time and you don’t think you’ll ever get sick of this moment when he’s most vulnerable. The moment where the two of you are connected and it feels like no one else exists. Draco groans lowly as he continues to push in until he bottoms out. 

You wrap your legs around Draco’s waist, signaling that he can move. Draco starts with a brutal pace, reminding you what this truly is. But nevertheless, you love every moment. You hold onto his back, but before you could mark him up, he pins your hands above your head. With one hand holding your wrists down, Draco uses the other to grab your hip so hard that you’re sure there will be a bruise tomorrow. 

“No marks, remember?” he says.

“I’m sorry, Dray,” you cry. You try to meet his thrusts with your hips, but find yourself succumbing to his pleasure quickly. You barely have the strength to keep your eyes open as you let him use you.

“It’s okay, bunny,” he says. The hand on your hip moves to your clit.

“D-dray,” you cry out. 

“You close?” he asks. You nod and he slaps your clit lightly. “Use your words. C’mon, be a good girl.”

“Y-yes, Dray. I’m so close. Please let me cum,” you beg. 

“I don’t know, bunny. Do you think I should let you cum?” he taunts.

“Yes, Dray. Please, I’ve been so good,”

“Have you?” He slows down to a filthy grind. He’s so deep with the head of his cock gracing your g-spot. “I’ve seen you around with Weasley. Are you fucking him too?”

“N-no. Only you, Draco,” you cry out. “I’m all yours,” you babble.

He groans, “Fuck yeah, you are. You belong to me, bunny. I’m the only one who fucks you this good. I’m the only one who sees how much of a fucking whore you are,” You moan at his words and feel yourself come closer to the edge.

“C-can I cum, Dray? Please.” your eyes are welling up with tears. You feel some of them begin to fall, but Draco doesn’t move to wipe them away. Instead, he lets them fall down your face.

“You’re so pretty when you cry on my cock,” he says. “Let go, bunny.” You spasm around his dick and almost let out the most obscene moan before Draco muffles you with his mouth. He picks up the pace, which lets you know he’s getting close, too.

“Fuck, bunny. Your pussy is so tight around me. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he mutters as he fucks your tired body.

“C-cum in me. Want your cum leakin’ outta me,” you mumble.

“Is that what you want? You wanna be full of me when you go to sleep? I bet you’re not even gonna wash me out, huh? I’ll be leakin’ out of your panties while you’re sitting in class tomorrow?” he mocks. You know you should be offended by his demeaning tone, but you can only imagine his cum inside you.

“Please, wanna be full,” you cry.

“F-fuck,” he says before spilling inside you. It feels like he cums forever and you feel a small orgasm creep up on you at the feeling of his warmth. You sigh breathily as Draco gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping.

He catches his breath before slowly pulling out. You can feel some of his cum leaking out and you moan quietly. Draco’s already up and searching for his discarded clothes. This is your least favorite part, where Draco quickly redresses and leaves without a trace. You watch him silently as he buttons his shirt and fixes his hair in the mirror. Draco immediately goes on his phone, but just as he’s about to step out, he says your name.

“Yes?” you ask.

“Can I have this shirt back?” He’s holding up the shirt you were wearing earlier. “It’s Astoria’s favorite and she’s been asking where it is,” he says. You learned a long time ago to hide your reactions from Draco. So while you could have screamed at him to get out of your apartment or demanded him to make a choice between you or her, you simply nodded your head. Draco murmurs a quick thanks before leaving.

Once you hear your apartment door close, you curl up into a ball and cry.

[thephantomthiefwes]

So it’s really late rn, but I had a vague idea when I was drawing earlier and now I need to get this written down to sort out my thoughts. I’m kinda just thinking through this as I write so excuse me if it’s not super coherent. So here’s my take on the whole “Ingo gets sent back in time” thing

Obviously Ingo existing ~300 before he was ever alive in the first place is going to cause some issues, both for himself and Emmet. (Maybe he inadvertently does something that changes the flow of history, I’m not entirely sure yet, but) I’m thinking the moment Ingo falls through space/time and lands in Hisui, it causes a paradox and things just....break. Both the twins are still alive, but also very much not at the same time, they never were alive in the first place. Ingo has no memory of what happened to him or who he is, and no one in Hisui would have known him, so it takes a while for him to realize something is horribly wrong. (y’know, other than the concerning lack of memories.)  He wakes up in the middle of a field of snow, and it’s bitterly, painfully cold, but that doesn’t seem to have any negative effect on him. He can still feel how cold it is, and it’s unpleasant, but it doesn’t slow him down, no matter how long he’s out in the snow the hypothermia and frostbite never set in. He can feel hunger, or something like it, but food doesn’t seem to help, and the lack of it doesn’t seem to make the feeling any worse. Flames flicker out and die around him, like his presence is snuffing them out. Maybe he eventually correlates those two things, realizing that he’s taking the energy from the fire. The first time one of the pearl clan members see him in the dark, they nearly scream at the sight of his eyes glowing ever so slightly. It’s mystery upon mystery, but without the context of who he was before, it’s all just pieces in the jumbled up puzzle that is his life now.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For Emmet, the event is much more sudden and much, much, more horrifying of an ordeal. There’s a sudden sound like glass shattering, like gears grinding and metal tearing all at once and it hurts: a sharp, all-consuming pain that stops almost as quickly as it starts. He manages to pull himself out of it, and everyone around him is carrying on as if nothing happened at all. For a second, he almost believes that nothing is exactly what happened. But then one of the other subway employees speak to him. “Conductor, are you alright?” they ask. Nobody that works there has ever addressed him as anything but Emmet. The more he tries to speak with people, the more he realizes that nobody seems to know him. They recognize him as a conductor, as the boss of the subway (And that sends a whole new wave of panic over him, the way they speak as if he’s the only one.) but any personal details like his name, his mannerisms, seem entirely new to everyone. He tries frantically to contact Ingo, but he’s not answering, and nobody seems to even know who he is, much less where he is. The entire affair has him too freaked out, too in a daze to notice that he’s also experiencing a disconnect with the world like Ingo is: the lack of effect temperature or food seem to have on him. However for Emmet, it’s not fire, but electricity that seems to help. The trains take just a little bit more energy to run when he’s on them, and sometimes computers or other electronics flicker or their batteries drain faster when he’s around. 

[jungwonenthusiast]

hard dom sunghoon, prompt #10 and 11 w/ female reader (btw i liked the jay one😳)

A/N: sorry this is late i’m having exams rn, i hope u enjoy :) (i’m glad u liked the jay one <3)

Warnings: oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving), unprotected sex, degradation

Word count: 2k

“Go go go go!” Jake yelps at you to run away from the zombie.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you try to sprint away but you only have three hearts. “I’m gonna die.”

“No you’ll lose all your shit, try to get home.” he says while killing some cows to get you guys food.

“I have one heart.” you say, still trying to get home before you die.

“Come on you can do it, you have to you have like twenty diamonds.” he says.

And right when you’re at half a heart, you make it home and immediately chomp down on some beef.

“Let’s goooo!” Jake celebrates. “Gimme some diamonds.”

“I earned these,” you say and he rolls his eyes.

“Sharing is caring.” he argues.

You feel a hand on your lower back and you turn to see who it is.

“Are you done yet?” your boyfriend asks.

“Maybe in an hour.” you say.

He groans. “You guys have been at his hell game all day.”

“I know I know,” you turn back to the tv screen. “I’m almost done I promise.”

The sun is setting when you and Jake finish your Minecraft adventure. You head up to Sunghoon’s room to find him laying in bed and watching something on his laptop. You lay down next to him and try to snuggle up to him but he gives you no response. Sunghoon could be stoic at times but he was such a sweetheart behind doors, so this was odd of him.

“What’s up darling?” you ask him, resting your head on his chest.

He shrugs, not making eye contact with you.

“Baby~” you peck his jaw. “What’s wrong.”

“Nothing.” he says bluntly. He could be like a teenage girl sometimes.

You push the laptop off his lap and straddle him. You hold his face in your hands. “Why are you upset?”

He tries to pull away from you but you keep him in place.

“Come on, spit it out.” you say.

“I don’t know, I feel like you’ve been hanging out with Jake a lot these days.” he says quietly.

You ponder on that for a moment. Oh.

“I’m sorry Sunghoon-ah, I don’t mean to.” you apologize but you can tell that he’s still upset.

“You don’t like him or anything do you?” he asks and your face twists.

“No, of course not.” you say confidently. “I’m sorry that I’ve been with him so often, forgive me?” you kiss his cheek.

He shakes his head, pursing his lips. You can tell that he’s trying not to smile.

“Please?” you kiss his other cheek, then every bit of his face you can reach.

He giggles a bit and you smile.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight. “I’m sorry for neglecting you.”

He laughs and pats your back. “I don’t forgive you all the way though.”

You pull away and give him a questioning look.

“You need to do one more thing for me.” he says with a smug smile.

“What is it?” you ask hesitantly.

He fastens an arm around your waist and gently lays you down onto the bed.

“Oh,” you say quietly and he smirks.

He kisses you softly as your hands find his back. You open your mouth, inviting his tongue.

He holds your jaw and pushes it up to get access to your neck. Small moans escape your mouth as he plants messy kisses all over your throat and down to your collarbones. He pushes your hoodie up and he's delighted to see that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“So pretty.” he says before kissing your chest. You stroke his hair as he runs his tongue over your nipples.

He pulls up to kiss you again as he pushes his knee between your legs.

You gasp a bit at the sudden pressure.

He kisses you while keeping a hand on your hip to guide your rocking against him.

“Already needy?” he teases and you nod. He slaps your cheek lightly. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” you squeak. You can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear.

“Jake doesn’t get you like this does he?” he softly bites at your neck.

You shake your head vigorously.

“Atta girl.” he smiles. “Look at you, grinding on my thigh like a little slut. Are you really that desperate?”

“Yeah, I need you.” you look him in the eyes. He’s gorgeous in a timeless way, like a vampire.

“How bad?” he asks.

“So bad, please I want it.” you plead.

He kisses your forehead before sliding your shorts off. He gently touches you over your underwear and sighs. “I can already feel how wet you are.” he smirks. “Did I get you worked up like this.”

You nod but your knees knock together out of embarrassment. No matter how many times you guys fuck, you can’t help but get a little shy.

He tsks you. “Enough of that, I want to see you.”

He lowers his head to kiss your thighs while keeping searing eye contact with you.

Your legs are already trembling by the time he gets to your underwear.

He kisses your clothed clit and you jolt.

He chuckles and holds your hips down. “Patience my love.”

Your whole body is tense and you’re so pent up that it hurts.

He bites at your thigh before pulling your underwear to the side. “Such a pretty cunt.”

He gives you a few kitten licks before delving in and rolling his tongue over your clit. Your thighs threaten to shut but he keeps you spread open.

Your body almost shuts down from the sudden burst of pleasure and you grab on tight to the duvet.

“Oh my god,” you whine, your breath heaving. You roll your hips against his tongue and you feel him smile.

He slowly pushes an elegant finger into you and you whimper.

“More please.” you ask him and he graciously abides, pushing another one into you.

Just the slightest curl of his fingers has your back arching.

“You taste so good.” He comes up to give you a kiss while still sliding his fingers in and out of you.

You hold his forearm tight as he looks you dead in the eye.

Sunghoon was usually pretty non confrontational, but that all changes during times like this.

“You’re so beautiful.” he kisses your neck as you writhe and whine under him.

You cover your mouth with a hand to mask your sounds but he pulls it away. “Stop that, you sound so pretty.”

“What if Jake hears?” you ask lowly. His bedroom is right next to Sunghoon’s.

He smirks. “What if I want him to?”

Your eyes widen and he chuckles. Your embarrassment is overcome by pleasure as his fingers pump into you.

“Fuck don’t stop.” you whimper and he leans down to kiss your chest.

“You’re doing so good angel.” he says and his praise only makes you wetter.

Your legs begin to quiver, letting him know that you’re close.

“Cum for me doll,” he kisses your jaw. “Make me proud.”

You hold onto him as your orgasm strikes you like lightning. Your moans definitely tear through the walls but you don’t seem to care anymore. He plants kisses all over you as your body continues to shake and twitch.

“That’s my girl.” he whispers while caressing your face. He holds his fingers up to your lips and you take them into your mouth, tasting yourself.

You kiss him slowly, still trying coming down from your high when he unzips his jeans.

He tugs his hoodie over his head and chucks it on the floor before teasing you clit with his tip.

You jolt from the sudden stimulation but he holds your hips down. He continues to tease you while sucking hickies onto your neck and chest.

“Fuck me already.” you say demand. He just smirks. “Maybe if you beg.”

You didn’t even care anymore. He took over your pride and ego.

“Please? Please I need you inside of me.” you hold his face, trying your best to convince him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Sunghoon, I need it so bad.” you give him puppy eyes and he smiles.

“Good slut.” he says before slowly pushing into you.

You moan as he fills you up just right.

“My precious girl, taking this cock so well.” he coos as you whimper and cling onto him from the overstimulation.

He groans into your neck. “So fucking wet.”

He starts to rhythmically thrust into you, hitting your g spot every time.

You hold onto his waist and watch his cock disappear inside of you. You’re practically gushing at his point.

“You feel so good,” you moan and he smirks.

He holds onto the headboard as he continues to grind his cock into you. “Touch yourself.”

Your eyes widen. “W-what?”

“You heard me, I want to watch you.” he says and you can’t help but look away. He grabs your jaw. “Eyes on me doll.”

You nod and trail your fingers to your clit, feeling nervous under his hot gaze. Your juices keep your fingers slick and your eyes nearly roll back when you circle yourself.

You hear him chuckle lowly. “You look so pretty when you’re fucked out like this. Such a needy sex toy.”

You feel your cheeks heat up from his naughty words.

“Isn’t that all you are?” he leans down to kiss your neck. “Just a pretty thing here to please me.”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “I just wanna be good for you.”

He smiles smugly and kisses your chest, pinching your nipples while he’s at it.

Your legs begin to quiver as he continues to pound into you. You dig your nails into his back, leaving pink streaks that he’ll probably show off to the boys later.

“Fuck please keep going.” you say desperately, your stomach clenching from the overwhelming pleasure.

Your fingers on your clit get shaky so Sunghoon replaces them with his.

“Cum for me darling,” he kisses your jaw.

You try to focus on him; his alluring eyes, perfectly sloped nose, and pretty pink mouth; his sharp shoulders, lean torso, and slim hips; everything about him.

You hold onto him tight as a hot golden fire shoots through you from your hips all the way up to your chest.

“Good girl~” he purs into your neck before releasing into you with a sultry moan.

He stays inside of you for a moment, petting your hair and kissing your forehead as your breathing goes back to normal.

He pulls out and watches his cum drip out of you. “So pretty.” he says to himself.

He kisses you from your lower stomach up to your lips. “You did so good.”

“Are you still mad?” you ask timidly and he chuckles.

“No, and I never really was, I just like teasing you.” he admits and you roll your eyes.

“I hate you sometimes.” you say.

“Why? You got a good time out of it right?” he smiles, flashing one of his sharp canines.

“I suppose.” you joke and he shoves your shoulder.

“Hold tight, I’m gonna go start a bath.” he gets up and looks back at you. “Maybe we can have a little more fun there too.”

[lxngbottom]

i NEED more dominant neville!! maybe something to do with thigh riding idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

Be A Good Girl. | N.L.

in which neville makes the reader ride this thigh.

warnings: nsfw, smut, thigh riding, some degradation, dom!nev (lmk if there are more!)

you guys....... i fucking LOVE dom!neville

(edit: omg im getting to all of your requests so late pls forgive me i’ve had a lot going on in my life lately but i’m on that grind rn)

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it was completely innocent, you see. the timing was bad, you assumed.

you and neville rarely ever fought, as he was never the one for conflict. but, the day before, you had felt like a last priority to the boy. and, maybe he didn’t mean to make you feel like that, but, he did.

so, when you two had screamed at each other for 45 minutes straight in his dorm, and you stormed out, you had decided to give him the silent treatment. and to get your mind off of things, luna had invited you to go to hogsmeade with her and harry.

harry sat in the common room patiently, waiting for your arrival. neville was there as well, because of course he had found out that you had been invited, and he was really hoping that he could try to convince you to not go, and just have a day for you two to make up for his absence the day before.

you finally came walking down the staircase, struggling to fit something into your purse as you did so. because of this, you didn’t notice the gawking stares you were getting from the most of the boys in the common room. neville stared at you, took in your outfit. a tank top due to the warm weather, and a high waisted skirt that showed off the top of your thighs deliciously. you pulled it up a bit, making neville lick his lips in hunger from how fucking sexy you looked.

but, that’s when he realized that he wasn’t the only one staring. and, the realization hit him that you were... punishing him? you? punishing him? you knew damn well that wasn’t how things worked, and on any other day, it would earn a smack on your ass cheek.

“hey, harry! ready to go?” you greeted the boy, zipping up your purse with a toothy smile. he looked you up and down, amazed at the fact that neville longbottom of all people was dating someone that looked like you.

“y-yeah! totally! let’s head out.”

neville stormed over to you, wrapping his hand around your wrist before you could go anywhere.

“we need to talk.” he demanded sternly, his jaw clenched as he witnessed harry practically eye-fucking you.

you rolled your eyes, and snatched away from him. he went to grab you again, but you stopped him with a slap to the wrist. you let out a “hmph!” and walked away with harry, and neville watched as the skirt fit perfectly around your ass.

a punishment definitely had your name written all over it for later.

—

“night, harry!” you waved, smiling at the boy. he waved back, and went up the stairs to go back to his dorm.

you did the same, relieved to finally just be able to relax. maybe, read a book before you fell asleep, or catch up on some journaling. yeah, that sounded nice.

you had a wonderful day. filled with laughs and small conversations between yourself, luna, and harry. you seemed to have completely forgotten about your boyfriend, and the argument you guys had just 24 hours before.

you entered your dorm, your head down to make sure that you locked it back when you stepped in. after your heard the sound of your door locking, you took the small cardigan off that you had brought with you, as the nighttime had made the air much chiller. you hung your purse up near the door, as that was a small system that one of your dorm mates had came up with. you kicked your shoes off, body still not facing your bed.

you went to take your tank top off, until something interrupted you.

“hm.”

the small mutter made you jump, and you turned around quickly to see who the culprit was. of course, it was neville. he sat on your bed, book in hand, and a dark look in his eyes as he stared at you,

you huffed, “what the hell are you doing here? i was changing, you know!”

he chuckled, the small laugh spiteful and low, “don’t stop on my account. it’s not like i haven’t seen you naked before, darling.”

you rolled your eyes, and stomped over towards your bed, “leave!”

he looked up at you, fake curiosity in his eyes. he slammed the book shut, and tossed it on your bedside table.

“why should i?”

you scoffed at him, “because, this is my dorm! and, i honestly don’t want to speak to you! so piss off!”

he found you adorable. your little tough act that you were trying to keep up. he knew it was only a matter of time before you would be wrapped around his finger once again, begging for him to be inside of you.

“you’re not still angry at me are you?”

he knew the answer to that. he just liked to tease you,

“yes! i’m very angry at you, neville! i was having a great day and of course... you come along to make me feel bad when you were in the wrong!”

neville grabbed your thigh as you tried to walk away, his fingers tightening on the sensitive skin, “me in the wrong? i wasn’t the one prancing around in this little skirt all day like a fucking whore.”

the statement made your stomach flutter, and you couldn’t help the blush that raised to your cheeks.

“i know what you’re playing at, petal. and, i don’t appreciate it. do you know how many guys were staring at your ass? staring at what belongs to me?”

the question made your cross your arms, “playing at? i’m not playing at anything, neville. i just wanted to feel pretty today. sorry that you’re angry that other guys find me attractive...”

that fucking attitude. oh god, you were in for it.

neville pulled you down by your wrist, settling you right on top of his lap. you felt his hard cock sticking out from his pants, just waiting to be touched. you couldn’t help but to sigh from the way it felt on your clothed clit.

“watch your fucking mouth, petal. you know i don’t like when you talk back.”

the tone in his voice made your panties dampen, and you tried to look away, avoid his intense gaze, but he quickly turned your face back by grabbing your chin,

“i saw the way harry was looking at you. you wanted him to see your pretty little ass... didn’t you?” he reached his hand up slowly, and caressed your cheek menacingly. you gulped, his dark eyes having a greater affect on you than you’d like to admit.

without warning, the hand that was settled onto the small of your back moved down swiftly, going underneath your skirt, and it came down with a harsh slap to your ass cheek. you whimpered, the burning sensation automatically kicking in.

“how many more slaps do you think you deserve, huh? cause... i think you deserve at least ten more, doll.”

you quickly shook your head, your clothed clit falling victim to his crotch. you bucked your hips up slightly, pleading for more friction.

he looked down, noticing the arousal leaking from your panties, staining his pants. he tsked and shook his head as he studied your desperate attempt to pleasure yourself,

“pretty sluts like you that like to show off don’t deserve my cock... isn’t that right, petal?” he cooed teasing, placing a single kiss on your neck.

“i—i’m sorry... please—“

“no begging. you know what’s coming.”

you sighed, knowing that no amount of pleading would lead you to get your way. you had made him mad, and you knew that there was no getting away with that.

“here’s what’s going to happen, petal. you’re going to get yourself off on my thigh. got it? and maybe... if you’re good i’ll fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. does that sound good?”

you quickly nodded your head, the thought of riding neville’s thigh always being so fun, in the most sinful way possible.

“alright, now be a good girl and do as i say...”

neville began to position himself up against the headboard, as he was not too keen on letting you fall back onto the floor. you waited patiently as he adjusted, beginning to take your tank top off.

he watched as the straps fell, and he licked his lips when he saw your bra covered breasts. he felt his cock twitch from the mere sight of your nipples as you took your bra off, letting it fall to the floor with a small noise.

you reached for the hem of your skirt, but neville interrupted,

“no. the skirt and your panties stay on. it looks too fucking good on you.”

you wanted to protest, as if you were going to do this you wanted to be able to feel all of him. but, you really had no choice. so, you simply nodded and crawled over towards your lovely boyfriend.

he patted his thigh as a sign for you to get on, and you did so shakily, not knowing what to expect.

“move your hips, petal...” he ordered, grabbing them and starting for you, “just like that.”

instantly, that fire in your stomach a-blazed. neville watched as you bucked your hips, trying to desperately not to miss his flexed thigh on your heat. he placed small, teasing kissing along your neck, going down to your breasts, and nibbling on your nipples gently.

you gasped, all the sensations beginning to hit you at once,

“look at my pretty girl, making me so fucking hard. merlin... you’re such a slut...” he breathed out, the movements from your knee cap stimulating him. in times like this, neville almost let the dominant mask slip off, but, he knew he had to keep it on.

“nev—fuck—c-cum...” you stuttered out, that familiar knot in your got trying ever so desperately to come apart.

he chuckled lowly at your state, and the way your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. “please... n—need y-your cock...”

he automatically shook his head,

“i told you, petal... dirty little sluts like you don’t get my cock... you know that already.”

you whimpered, only wanting the sensation of him inside of you, fucking you into oblivion.

as time went by, the urge to release was taking over your whole being. your thighs and hips were aching at this point, and neville as well could feel himself about to cum.

neville placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, “can’t get off, petal?” he teased, a smarmy grin on his face, “i’ll take over for you... even though you don’t deserve it.”

that’s when he held your hips once more, and flexed his thigh to his best ability. he moved you, your whimpers and moans only increasing with every feeling of friction.

“k-kiss...” you muttered, speech shaky and uneven. but, neville knew what you wanted. so, he pulled you in for a heated kiss, his tongue entering your mouth before you could even welcome it.

his cock was aching at this point, and he could feel himself about to release all in his pants.

“cum, flower. i need to feel you cum all over me like a good girl, alright?”

the tone in his voice was all you needed to let out a loud scream, and fall apart right in his arms. your thighs trembled, and neville felt your cum gather all in a pool on his pants. he as well came, a loud groan escaping his lips as your face fell into his neck.

“mhm... you make me feel so good, petal...”

[nastybuckybarnes]

Of Kings and Beasts  -  Two

Pairing: King!Bucky X Princess!Reader X King!Steve

Summary: Born a bastard of the King of Orlen, you’re thrusted to the West to marry the Kings. However, the greeting you get is anything but warm, and your life with the King is far from enjoyable. He knows it isn’t your fault his husband is gone, but that fact alone won’t prevent him from taking it out on you.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Smut, NonCon, Language, Kinda Slow Burn, Bucky with the mood swings, Probably poor editing

Word Count: 3.2K

A/n: I cannot put into words how tired I am rn like idk why im so tired all the time but I am. Anyway, here's another part of this cause I like this series but its SO FUCKING DARK LIKE SO DAMN DARK PLEASE BE WARNED!! I HAD TO TAKE A BREAK FROM WRITING PART THREE BECAUSE ITS FUCKING DARK

THIS SERIES CONTAINS SMUT AND VERY DARK THEMES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME AUDIENCES!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

PART ONE

~*~

“Your Majesty? Are you feeling at all better today?” You shake your head, curled up on your bed in the fetal position in a pathetic attempt at blocking out the world.

“Please, Majesty. A walk and some fresh air will do you well. It needn’t be long.” You sigh and push your blankets away from your face.

“You will not stop until I agree, will you?” Natasha smiles gently at you. “I’m afraid not, Your Majesty. It is only for your health that I insist.” She helps you to your feet, a frown on her face at the way you struggle still to move.

“You are still in pain?” You simply nod, wincing when she has you step into a dress.

“The pain is more bearable than it was.” She nods, mind wandering as she helps you into your dress for the day.

It’s a simple navy dress with a gold string wrapping around the waist. The sleeves hang past your fingers and you toy with the pretty fabric while Natalia holds an arm around your waist.

The walk is painful and slow and with every step, you wish you were back in your room.

From the looks you get from the staff, you know it’s known how unwelcome you are. This is not how you thought your union would be at all.

~*~

“You were supposed to take care of her! Treat her with kindness and compassion! Not leave her bloody on her bed once you’ve satisfied your need!” Natalia snarls, slamming her hand on the King’s desk. He looks up at her, a bored expression on his face until he processes her words. Then his expression gradually changes to one of regret.

“I... I hadn’t meant to be so rough with her. She... I just... It’s a betrayal, Natalia. I’ve broken my oath to the man I love.” She shakes her head, glaring at him.

“No, it is not. You and Steven made an agreement that you would find a queen. You chose her specifically. And now that Steve is no longer here you’re wanting to back out? That is not how this works, James, and you know that.”

He grinds his teeth together so hard he’s surprised they don’t break.

“That’s exactly the problem! Every time I look at her I’m reminded of him! Because we were supposed to have her together! We were supposed to marry her together and bed her together! She is not mine, she was meant to be ours!”

“And so you treat her like a burden because your husband is not here? You act as though she is nothing more than a whore? That woman in there has feelings, James.” The king pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut to try and reign in his anger.

“You could never possibly understand what it is that I’m feeling. I already admitted to being rougher than I wanted to be. And I should have stopped, but I needed to get it through to consummate the marriage.”

Nat pauses at his words, hoping he doesn’t mean what she thinks he means.

“What do you mean you should have stopped? Did she tell you to stop?”

He swallows hard before nodding.

“She... I could hardly understand her, she was crying so much, but she begged me to a-and she was pushing me away. But I didn’t.”

The harsh sound of her hand connecting with his cheek echoes through the room. The King is stunned but he knows he deserves far worse than a mere smack.

“I never thought you capable of such cruelty, James. That woman is your wife, the Queen of your Kingdom, and you have treated her as if she is the one who took your husband from you.”

He grows angry at the mention of the man he loves. “She is attempting to replace him!” He exclaims, slamming his fist down on his desk to enunciate his point.

“How could you possibly know that?!” Nat counters, her voice raised to match his.

“She has said nothing about wanting to replace Steven! She was well aware that she would be bound to both kings, not just you. I’m sure she is wondering about where her other husband is, why he has not been seen. You need to talk to her. Apologize for brutalizing her the way you have. Mend your relationship with her because she is the only chance you have at continuing your bloodline. She is the only one who can ensure your reign continues.”

The King is silent, mulling over her words before sighing heavily.

“Where is she?”

Nat crosses her arms over her chest. “It has been four days since your marriage and you are only just asking now? She has been unable to walk for the past three days, so she has remained in her chambers. I forced her for a short walk today, but I do not think it did much to lift her spirits.” His jaw clenches for a moment before he lets a breath out through his nose.

“When she is healed I shall talk to her.” It’s not much, but it’s a start, and that’s all Natalia can ask for.

It’s two days after that before you can walk on your own, and even then you’ve got a severe limp. It’s two more days after that before you can sit down on anything besides your bed. It isn’t until ten days after the consummation of your marriage that you leave your room again.

“If you’re feeling healed, the King would like you to join him for tea on his private balcony.”

You’re shocked at Wanda’s words, but you try to hide it, offering her a nod while she helps you get dressed into a simple light blue gown.

She leads you through the Palace towards a side that you’ve never seen before, not that you’ve had much of a chance to explore. When you reach a set of grand oak doors you find yourself growing increasingly nervous.

Wanda, oblivious to your racing heart, knocks twice on the wood then bows to you before scurrying down the hallway and out of sight.

“Enter,” a muffled voice calls. You take a deep breath and push the door open, keeping your eyes cast downwards as you enter the King’s chambers.

His eyes find you immediately, a frown on his face at the way you keep your eyes down on the floor.

“I am glad you’ve rested and recovered,” he says, his frown deepening when you flinch at his voice. You say nothing in reply, simply stand with your hands folded gently atop your skirts.

“Come over to me. The tea is waiting.” You nod, risking a glance up to find where he is and walking over to him. He sits at a small table on the balcony, his attention focused somewhere over the horizon, and you risk taking a breath in.

You carefully sit down on the chair across from him, a wince flashing over your features as discomfort flares between your thighs. The expression doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and a wave of guilt washes through him.

“I... I wanted to apologize for our wedding night. And... I do hope that you can forgive me for my actions and we can start anew.”

You’re beyond surprised and look up at him, unable to stop the look of shock from crossing your face. “Y-you have nothing to apologize for, Your Majesty.”

He watches you, watches the way your fingers tremble as you reach out for the teacup. Watches the way you avoid his eyes and shrink into yourself as if to seem as unthreatening and small as possible.

You’re afraid.

Not that he’s surprised, necessarily. What, with the way he treated you? He’s shocked you’re holding yourself together so well.

“I had not intended on being so rough with you. Especially not on our first night together. You must understand that I am not myself as of late. I am... worried about my husband. Hoping to find him soon.” You nod, Wanda’s words echoing in your head.

“There is nothing for me to forgive, Your Majesty. I understand the way you’d like for us to get along and I understand my purpose and my place. You needn’t strain yourself over me. It is my duty to be at your leisure, even if it is not what I desire.”

Your words stun him into silence, the tension growing between the two of you.

“(Y/n),” your name feels foreign on his tongue yet so very right. “When I said what I had said yesterday... All I meant was that-” “Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I do believe I understood. I am not so foolish as to believe that this marriage was for anything besides politics. You and the King need an heir and I am here to provide one. That is my place, as you said. Now I do hope you will excuse me, for I am feeling rather delicate and would very much like to return to my chambers.”

He says nothing, simply nods his head and watches as you hold back another wince as you stand up.

He isn’t alone for long. No, Natalia is strolling into his chambers mere moments after you’ve left.

“That was brief,” she says, eyes taking note of the untouched tea that sits across from the King.

“I apologized. That is all that was required of me, yes?” She groans and shakes her head. “How will Steve feel if, when he returns, you and the Queen cannot remain in the same room? You know that he will be beyond disappointed.”

“What am I to do? I tried to speak with her about it but she... it seems to be strictly political. She does not seem to even want to entertain the idea of anything beyond a loveless marriage.”

“Is that, perhaps because she is afraid of how you will treat her if she were to express her desire to be wanted? If you cannot express with words how you feel, then do so with your actions.”

He doesn’t come to you that night. Nor the night after.

It isn't until the third day after that that you see him again. Even then it isn’t any different than the last time.

You’re leaving your chambers to go for a walk in the garden, something Wanda and Nat have been encouraging upon realizing you’re not feeling like yourself.

“I’m telling you, James. I think it’s him.” That’s Samuel’s voice.

“I think he’s right. We should go see. Send a team out. It doesn’t look like they are very securely guarding him. We could go in and have him back within a month.” That one’s Natalia.

Wanda’s chattering goes unnoticed by you as you realize they’re talking about King Steven.

“If you’re sure about this, then gather a team and have the horses prepped. We’ll leave at dusk.”

As they’re rounding the corner they nearly bump right into you. You and Wanda both stop, both of you dropping into a curtsy while Nat and Sam bow.

“Your Majesty,” they greet. You nod at them, eyes cast down.

“You two are both dismissed. You as well, Lady Wanda. I require a word with my wife.” You’re confused at him calling you his wife but you say nothing, eyes stuck on the ground as three sets of footsteps walk away from you.

He’s quiet, watching the way you avoid his eyes.

Finally, unable to bear the silence anymore and wanting to have him be through with whatever it is he wants, you speak.

“You are leaving?” He waits until you glance up at him to answer.

“I will be, yes. We are not sure how long I shall be gone for. But before I leave I’ll be coming to you in your chambers. There’s the chance that I won’t return,  so I need to do my part in ensuring my lineage continues. I haven’t come to you to allow you time to recover, but there is only so long you can expect a man to wait for his wife.” You say nothing, simply nod at him.

“I shall be waiting for you, Your Majesty. Is that all?” He lets out a deep breath before speaking again.

“I require an heir, (Y/n). If I am gone for any longer than two months and you are not with child when I return, I will not be as accommodating as I have been.” You can’t help the scoff that leaves you.

“Is something funny to you?”

You look up at him for a moment then shake your head.

“I beg your pardon, Your Majesty. I just hadn’t realized that this was you being accommodating.”

He grabs your face roughly in his flesh hand, fingers digging into your cheeks and forcing you to look at him.

“You watch your tongue with me, woman. If you forget your place I will need to remind you of it, won’t I? But you don’t want that.” Your heart races in your chest and you quickly shake your head ‘no’.

“Remember your place. Or I will beat you back into it. Understand?” You nod and only after a moment longer does he release his grip on your chin.

You drop your head, eyes focused on the ground as he walks away from you. Tears sting at your eyes and you take a few minutes to compose yourself before walking back into the Palace, heading for your chambers.

~*~

He doesn’t bother knocking. He just pushes the door open and makes himself at home. To his surprise, you’re seated on your bed in a nightgown, nose buried in a book.

You’re so caught up in whatever you’re reading that you don’t even notice him.

He takes this moment to really take you in, eyes inspecting your face.

You’re beautiful, that much he and Steve gathered long before even deciding on marrying you. You have a gentle beauty to your face that is such a refreshing change to all the hard and gruesome things he’s seen in his life. He hates that all he wants to do is stare at you.

He notices that. your face lacks its usual glow, and you have dark bags beneath your eyes. Making a mental note to tell Nat to make sure you sleep properly, he takes a step towards you.

You glance upwards, jumping at the way he stands watching you.

He takes another step towards you, unbuttoning his shirt and walking closer to you. You set your book aside and swallow hard.

“How will you have me?” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyeing you for a moment before deciding.

“On your back.” You push the blankets aside and lay down on your back, trying to take deep breaths.

He takes hold of your ankles and gently tugs you down the bed until your bum is at the edge.

His member slaps against your slit and you jolt, tears welling up in your eyes at the memories of the last time this happened.

Instead of pushing into you dry like he did last time, he leans down and spits right on your intimate area. Shame fills you at how close he comes to you, and at the lewd act, but he seems unfazed. He does the same to his length then slowly pushes in.

There isn’t nearly enough lubricant, and it pinches and burns, but it’s not nearly as painful as last time.

That, however, doesn’t stop the tears from raining down your cheeks. Your chest shudders, silent sobs trying to break free. You bring your hands up to your face, pressing one to your mouth and the other shielding the rest of your face from view.

The King stops moving, his brows furrowed and eyes focused on what he can see of your face, trying to see if he’s causing you pain.

“A-am I hurting you?” He asks, his voice strained. You shake your head, keeping your eyes closed and waiting for him to keep going.

He’s hesitant but slowly starts thrusting again, pressing his face into your neck if only so he doesn’t have to see the tears on your face. The tears he’s causing.

It pains him to see such sorrow when a pretty face like yours should only be happy. He hates himself for knowing he’s the cause, but he can’t very well stop. He has a job to do, an heir to create.

He focuses instead on how your body feels beneath him. Soft and squishy in all the perfect places. And by the Gods, you’re so tight and warm around him. He groans softly against your neck, lips subconsciously pressing kisses to the skin as he approaches his climax.

You hold your breath as he fills you with warmth again, his breath hot and damp against your skin.

He stays sheathed within you for a few moments longer before pulling out and tucking his cock back into his trousers.

“I leave in a few hours. My councilmen are in charge while I am gone. Remember your place.” You don’t answer and he pauses, leaning down to grab your face the same way he did before.

“What occurs between us in our bed remains between you and me. I do not want to hear of you saying a word about it to anyone. You are mine and I shall treat you how I want.” You nod, mind and body numb.

“Good. I shall return shortly. If I will be gone longer than a month I will send word.” He exits without another word, leaving you used and broken yet again.

~*~

The riders leave as soon as the sun sets, the king leading them. You watch through the small window in your room, heart heavy as you realize that you well and truly serve but one purpose to the man.

“Dinner, your Majesty.” You glance over your shoulder to where Wanda is holding a tray of food.

“No thank you, Wanda. I am not hungry tonight. If you don’t mind, I’d like to go to bed.” She nods, setting the tray down and hurrying to get your bed ready.

“I can do that tonight, Wanda. I would... I would like some time alone, please.” She pauses, the pain in your voice far more evident than you wanted it to be.

“Of course, Your Majesty.” She bows her head, picks up the tray of food, then hurries out of your chambers and leaves you alone for the night.

You hardly sleep at all, silent tears tracking down your cheeks as thoughts of how much better your old life was fill your mind.

You truly are no better than a prisoner, and for a moment you find yourself wishing you were beheaded with your mother.

[arcadejohn127-9]

Just

Just think about Luke seeing Mc as an older sibling figure, and then think about how he'd have to see em die from old age or an illness

H u r t

You know what? I'm going to hurt your feelings right back

You did this, this is your fault. I'm crying so now you gotta cry with me!

I'm making it hurt EXTRA

I'm not done with this angst wagon! I have so much angst stored up in me rn and you're all going to have to deal with it 😂 let us cry together

Warning: death, angst, sad Luke

"(Y/N)! Im back! Your guardian angel has arrived!"

You smiled, turning from the window as you heard the gentle footsteps come further into your little home.

"oh..? I thought the celestial realm called you back."

"I was able to get time off my duties to come see you, I do have a duty to protect you after all."

Luke smiled brightly at you, a bag in hand as he walked into your room. His face faltered for a moment seeing you were out of bed but kept his smile, placing the bag down on the table.

"awww, you're still such a sweet young boy."

You reached out to him, your wrinkled hands shaking slightly. He huffed at your cooing but none the less, bowed down so you could pinch his cheeks. You smiled wider; happy there was still some baby fat on him.

"I'm not a boy! I'm a grown man."

He was pouting childishly; some habits never dying. But sadly, he was right. By now he has finally grown up. He wasn't exactly an adult but he was close. He was no longer the small boy you use to know in the Devildom, he was now a tall gentle man. He reminded you alot of Simeon but definitely didn't go after his sense of fashion.

He was grown. And you've grown....grown to become old and Sickly. He still had such a youthful face despite being thousands years older. It was truly unfair but you would rather he looked as young as he did than look like you. Saggy and wrinkled. Death on your lips, it made them dry. It tasted bland and sour.

"what did you bring me this time? I hope it's a new recipe."

"I actually visited the Devildom before coming here, I made your favourite with Barbatos."

He unpacked the bag, revealing the sweet treat. It was going to be far too sweet for your taste buds now but you couldn't refuse. He frowned slightly, placing his hands on your shoulders.

"you should be in bed, the doctors said you need to rest."

"I'm not doing anything, those doctors shouldn't think of me to be so fragile! I spent years in hell." You grumbled, grinding your drenchers.

You missed the demons; it's been awhile since they've visited. It was unusual....for years outside or in hell you were surrounded by them. Always pestering you and wanting your attention. Endless plans that always ended with Lucifer fixing it. You missed them.....so so much..... you just wished your magic didn't grow so weak.

"yeah.... you're unbeatable so being in bed won't be anything."

He had you there. But it was growing tiresome of just sitting in bed. You were wasting away in it; the doctors weren't sure what was going to take you out first. Old age or illness. All Anyone could hope for that it's peaceful and in your sleep.

Luke helped you back in bed, smiling as he tucked you in. He placed the desserts holder on your lap before whisking himself away to the kitchen. He made you both some tea and picked up cutlery on the way back. You thanked him when he handed you the cup, humming happily at the warmth. The world felt so cold now.

"Have the brothers visited lately? Barbatos seemed.... solemn - did something happen?"

"No, it's been mostly you or Simeon seeing me but I don't blame them, it must be hard to see me - I know Simeon tried to stop you aswell, Saying it'll be too hard on your heart."

"nothing is going to stop me not even Simeon! you're family, and those demons-! They should be seeing you!"

He didn't even realize he stomped his foot, pouting and puffing out his cheeks. No matter how much he wanted to be called a man, he was still young. You hoped you'll get to see him fully mature into a powerful angel he was destined to be. You knew he'd be a great help to the celestial realm and make people just as happy as he's made you.

You always saw yourself as just an older sibling and he seemed to feel the same but now you felt more like a parent. Watching your child grow up and be better than you ever were. He made you so proud.

"ah~ theres the young boy I know, always pouting and complaining about demons, it was so nice to see you freely enjoy yourself the third term, you looked so much happier."

"he can see all sorts, perhaps something bad is going to happen soon but it could always be, he saw a rat in the castle - oh the way he could loose all composure-!"

"if it wasn't due to a recent visit then- why was barbatos so glum? Do you think he's okay?"

You both bursted out laughing, imagining the usually stoic butler frantically smacking the floor with a broom whilst ontop of a counter. Your laughed grew louder and louder until you choked on it; coughing harshly into your shaky palm as your chest tightened.

Luke quickly helped you sit up properly, rubbing your back as your coughing slowly died out. He told you to keep it easy but noticed how quickly your mood soured. He patted your lap and held up the forks; forcing a small smile on his face.

"let's eat, shall we?"

you both dug in, he kept his bites small as it was for you after all. You didn't even realize you teared up; the flavour was the exact same if not better than you remember. Barbatos always knew how to make it perfect for you; even now as your sugar fondness has simmered it still tasted just as good.

He really was amazing....

Luke wiped your stray tears as you stared at the treat, a distant look in your eyes. The angel was starting to panic; no matter his efforts you were becoming unhappy. Was it him? Was it talking about the Devildom? But he knew if he tried to never talk about it you'd just insist on knowing. He didn't want to keep making you upset.

"I'm sorry, just - I've been so nostalgic lately, I really appreciate what you've done, don't be upset with yourself, Luke, just ignore this old human."

"I can talk about the celestial realm, would that make you feel better? Or-or- new Cake ideas-!"

"I'd like that very much, has the celestial realm change much?"

"it's been really busy, I'm actually getting my own apprentice soon! She's been a late bloomer with her wings but she's been amazing with prophecies - I've ranked up actually! I'm almost to my goal....soon- I'm going to be just like Michael and I can help humans across the globe!"

He was beaming, his hands becoming more animated as he talked. You hummed softly to yourself, nodding as your eyes drifted to the wall. His voice soothing you.

"And- and the demon angel partnership has been a huge success! Theres been more pairs ups this year than any other! Things are really improving in the other realms- you know it's all thanks to you, right? You did this."

He waited for your response, but you didn't say anything. You just stared at the wall behind him. Luke's head tilted to the side, dread creeping up his spine.

"(Y/N)-?" He gently shook your hand, trying not to startle you incase you were just zoning out again.

But that's when it hit him. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, there was nothing. No pulse.

"(Y/N)?!"

The young angel screamed as tears flooded down his cheeks, shaking your body. He kept calling out your name but you never responded. He tried everything he could; giving CPR, using his magic - he even consider using the life trees leaves from the celestial realm.

He just - you couldn't be- he wouldn't let you! He's your guardian angel! Yours not supposed to be -! Not yet!!!

NOT YET!!

Your soul spilled out of your chest, he sobbed as it formed into an orb. He hugged it close to his chest as he cried, Begging it to return to your body.

"please.... please-! I'm asking nicely- why won't you go back?! It isn't time! Please!"

No matter how hard he pressed your soul back to your chest it refused to enter your body.

You were gone.