#like no stop what are you doing playing that knife hand game. that's not safe. here let me show you how it's done

[gyrovagi]

unfortunately in my heart i have already committed to dak-wai with horns being a grey warden whos engaged in a lot of knucklehead antics with davrin including intentionally breaking their intact horn to match the other one (messily broken in battle) in an ill-advised inebriated incident and it is miraculous nobody lost any fingers in the process and if the game doesn't allow this reality to exist i WILL kill m

[saintobio]

₊˚✩ starlight.

pairings. l&ds xavier, fem!reader tags. 800+ wc. jealous bf!xavier, fluff, reverse hurt/comfort, main story long awaited revelry spoilers, altered some scenes, may or may not be inspired by his tender nights memory :’) dividers by strangergraphics.

xavier isn’t exactly the happiest when you returned to linkon city after being in the n109 zone. don’t get him wrong—he’s absolutely grateful that you came back safe and whole. it’s just that… he didn’t like how your eyes sparkled when you started mentioning his greatest adversary: sylus.

you’re obviously suppressing a smile too, as you reminisce the events that occurred between you and the onychinus leader. you’re particularly giddy about that moment at the auction, it seems, where you said you had to play the part of being sylus’s partner for the night.

dammit, xavier feels his chest tightening when he imagines those scenes in his head. he wants to cover his ears badly, but has no other choice but listen intently. all he can do is listen in silence and try to bottle every spark of jealousy that ignited within him. he has to pretend that he’s happy and proud of you, but then again, he just can’t freaking ignore the way your face lit up at the mention of sylus. 

xavier sighs as you continue your enthusiastic storytelling. fine, then. he sulks to himself. just have to get this day over with.

~

date night came, and as you walk through the city garden, you notice xavier’s silence grew more pronounced. you try to engage him, but his responses are rather curt, his usual warmth replaced by a cold distance. during dinner, even his favorite hotpot couldn’t lift his spirits. he would push the food around on his plate, barely having the appetite to eat.

huh? that’s new, you muse. xavier is usually the most excited to eat hotpot on a cold day.

when he takes you to your place later that night, the tension is palpable. you know you have to bring it up at that point. otherwise, this game of silence will never end.

“xav, is something wrong?” you try to ask in a soft, comforting voice. 

but xavier only shakes his head, forcing his usual endearing smile. “nothing’s wrong. you should go to sleep.”

~

that same evening, xavier sits at his desk, staring at his laptop screen for more than an hour. his fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitating before he finally types into the anonymous forum.

starlight123: what do you do if your gf keeps talking about another guy? i love her, but it’s driving me crazy. any advice?

he hits post and leans back, running a hand through his hair. the minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. then, the replies start coming in.

anonymous user: talk to her about it. anonymous user: maybe she doesn’t realize how it’s affecting you. anonymous user: communication is key, bro.

but one comment stood out, cutting through the well-meaning advice like a knife.

anonymous user: it's game over for you, man. girls like toxic boys who treat them like dirt. you're too nice. she probably already slept with him.

xavier’s heart sank.. he quickly closes the laptop, feeling an uncomfortable pang on his chest. is he really losing you to someone like sylus?

~

the next few days are torture. xavier stopped responding to your messages. he stopped commenting on your moments posts. he won’t even ask you to play kitty cards or catch plushies on the claw machines. and even if you see him around, he’s always distant, giving you brief, obligatory smiles. he still greets tara warmly, but with you, there’s always this thick wall in between. he's acting like a stranger, as if he doesn't care about you, as if he's not dating you...

agh, you can’t stand it anymore!

one night, you find yourself knocking on his door, needing desperate answers for your desperate questions.

xavier then opens the door, sweaty and out of breath. a dumbbell lay on his living room floor, and his hair is pushed back, revealing a flushed face.

“new hairstyle?” you ask, stepping inside and noticing the sudden eccentricity in his movements. “what are you doing, boyfriend?”

xavier’s cheeks are limned with a red tint as he looks away. “nothing.”

“are you trying to gain more muscles?” you press, amusement edging your voice.

at this, he lets out a defeated sigh and finally faces you. “do you prefer tall, muscular guys?” the sudden question came out of nowhere, until it was followed by another, and that’s when you started seeing the pattern. “do you… do you like bad boys more?” 

“xav, why are you asking me this?” crossing your arms, you tilt your head so his avoidant eyes would meet yours. 

“well, you can answer me first.” 

“not until you look me in the eyes!” 

still, he refuses to meet your gaze and his voice wavers with insecurity when he spoke, “it's okay, i get it. you do prefer guys like that.” his eyes stays on the floor, turning his face away. “if so, then i may not be like them, but i can still make you happy in my own little ways.”

your heart immediately melts at his words. it all makes sense now. him working out in the middle of the night, him styling his hair up, him trying to act like he doesn’t care about you—he’s trying to be sylus!

stepping closer, you chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. “xavier, you’re the only one i like. i’ll never replace you.” you place another peck on his lips, then on his cheek, then on his nose. “besides, sylus is annoying. i prefer the presence of my very adorable golden retriever boyfriend!”

“you really mean it?” his puppy eyes stares at you earnestly.

your response is a confident nod. “i swear it. and, duh! lumiere is way hotter than him.”

his arms encircles your waist, holding you tightly as he lifts your chin and plants a tender kiss on your lips. the tension eventually melts away as you reassure him with your touch and your words. in that moment, all his jealousy and insecurity faded, now replaced by the warmth of your love. “you’re mine,” he reminds, nose nuzzling into yours. “i don’t want to share you with anyone else.” 

[rafeandonlyrafe]

gamers

words: 800

warnings: vague descriptions of video game violence and gore, established relationship

“is it scary? i don't wanna play if it's scary.” you pout as rafe places the controller into your hand.

“ill protect you, promise.” rafe says, reaching over to flick the lamp on the side table on, that way more than just the light from the tv is illuminating the room.

“fine, but you can't get mad at me if i get your character killed.” you watch as rafe navigates the game easily, opening it up to the character customization screen, just doing default settings for himself.

“oh my god, im gonna make my girl look so cute!” you gush, taking your time to carefully choose her hair and outfit, even though none of the options are stylish, you create the best look you can out of the post apocalyptic clothing choices.

rafe doesn't care that he has to sit and wait for you to perfect your character, not when he finally got you to agree to play with him.

“okay, done.” you nod as you choose a pair of pink sneakers, practical but still cute. “so what's this game all about? just running from zombies?”

“basically.” rafe says with a light chuckle. “we gotta get to the safe house for this round. just follow me, gonna pick up some weapons.”

you pick up the hang of the controls easily, concentrating on the tv as rafe drops a knife and gun for character to use to protect yourself just in case.

“this isn't so bad.” you hum, pausing to admire the scenery in the background of the game, mountain peaks poking up into the sky. “where are all the zombies?”

“they give you a few minutes to get weapons before the storms start.” rafe says, eyes scanning the screen as you head into a building, rafe knows there's med packs in there that he will need when he sustains damage keeping your character safe.

“storms? that sounds scary rafe.” you scooch so you’re closer to your boyfriend. “and it's getting dark.”

it's already dark outside your actual window, but you can tell that it's getting darker in the game as well, the sun setting as you follow rafe down the desolate street, crashed cars and trash strewn about just like if it was a real apocalypse.

“here they come!” rafe warns, clicking the buttons quickly as his character shoots at the zombies moving slowly towards you. your eyes widen upon seeing the gore, cringing and turning to hide your face in rafes shoulder once your character is hidden behind a stopped car.

“i don't like this rafey!” you whine once the gunfire stops, peeking up to see a literal pile of dead zombies. “it's scary.”

“i know, but i kept you safe, didn't i? we are almost done with the first level, just gotta get to the safe house then we can take a break, okay?” rafe offers, keeping his eyes on the screen but turning his head to press a kiss to your cheek.

“fine.” you groan. you like playing games with rafe, but your preference is him watching you dress your sims or decorate their houses after using a cheat to get them more money, only wanting your sims to have the best furniture.

you navigate your character to follow him down the sidewalk, occasionally stopping to kill the zombies. you even manage to shoot a couple.

“wait, baby, be careful.” rafe warns. “dont go that way.”

but his warning comes too late as a zombie jumps out of a dumpster that you’re standing directly next to, making you scream as it takes up your entire screen, not just attacking your character but also jumpscaring you.

“i got you, hold on.” rafe is pressing the sprint button as hard as he can, as if that can somehow make his character get to you faster. rafe manages to kill the zombie before it has the chance to bite you.

your chest is heaving up and down like you were the one to get attacked. “come on, the safe house is just around the corner.” rafe wraps an arm around your shoulder, using one hand on the controller until you’re both behind the barbed wire fence, the game switching to a cutscene. 

“i hate this.” you look to rafe with a pout on your face. “can we play stardew valley instead? please?”

rafe sighs. he should have known better than having you play with him. you are extremely adverse to any sort of shooting game. “yeah, sure.” rafe saves his progress, just in case he can convince you to play with him again before switching to stardew valley and handing you the main controller.

“yesss, thank you.” you smile, pressing a kiss to rafes cheek as your character wakes up. “you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“you just say that because you need me to go into the mines for you.” rafe says with a laugh.

“well, its scary!”

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[yuyu1024]

Watermelon

Pairings: Wooyoung x Y/N

Genre/tags: friends to...?

Warning: fluff, smut 🔞, cursing, pet names (babes, baby, love, honey, noona etc), protected/unprotected sex (be safe everyone)

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.7k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: something from drafts ✨️

Masterlist

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"Since when did you start wearing make up?" Wooyoung asks as he finds you at Jongho's kitchen, cutting watermelons for the boys.

You pause mid cut and look back at him, leaning on the doorway whilst holding a can of beer in hand. "I'm not in the mood today." You snarl, rolling your eyes. "I'm busy."

He snorts a chuckle. You can hear him walk. But instead of walking away, he appoaches you. "Red is your color..." he says, tilting his head to the side to see your face.

You sigh. "What do you want?" You sound irritated.

He puts his beer on the counter top and leaned his loweback on the edge. "You stopped responding to me..." he crosses his arm around his torso. "I thought we are building something special between us..."

"I don't know what you're talking about..." you utter even though YOU DO know what he meant.

Since the beginning of summer, you and Wooyoung have been... close. You text and call each other. The normal. Like what usually friends do.

However, you and him are not like this before. He is a friend of your friend, Jongho. And so he became friends with you and your circle too. But still... you two are not there yet.

But then lately, he have been making efforts with you. And you thought it was cool and nice since you want to be close with him too coz he is friendly. But little did you know, he likes to be a little TOO friendly. You are blinded by his sweet words that you almost missed it.

And when you noticed that he's after you, not just to be friends. You suddenly got timid with him. You limit your contact with him.

Of course you are doing this not to be mean and unfriend him. It's just a precaution. You know yourself. If you continued it, this something between you too is danger. And you're not sure you can handle just being one of his girls.

"Are you sure?" His voice sounds so evil and yet so alluring.

You even felt him move closer to you that his skin from his arm touches your exposed arm as well. You pray that your body does not react to expose you. But thats not even what you should be worried about. Coz Wooyoung could tell. Weirdly enough, He knows you a lot more than you think.

"Stop..." you look at him.

"Stop what?" He arches a brow.

"That!" You sound irritated. "I'm not in the mood okay? I can't play with your games and shit."

You finally finished cutting the watermelons. You throw the knife and cutting board in the sink.

"Here..." you push the bowl of watermelon to Wooyoung. "Give it to the guys..."

He looks at you confused and dumbfounded but at the same time amused. "Okay." He softly answer. "Talk to you later then." He smiles and leaves you in the kitchen

***

The whole house is loud. The boys are playing games and having bets who would win. And of course, the loser would be the one assigned in washing all the dishes. Exlcuding you and Wooyoung as you two did the cooking and the prep earlier with Seonghwa.

"I win!" Yunho yells overjoyed.

"Aah! I'm safe!" Hongjoong, Yeosang and San said at the same time.

That is leaving Yeosang and Jongho in dishwashing duties.

"But it's my house!" Jongho tries to appeal

"That's more reason for you to be nice to your guests." Seonghwa answers. "Just go and clean..." he pats both males shoulder. "Go on..."

"This is unfair." Jongho pouted

"What's unfair is me and Y/N lost the ladder game for the room. Now we have no choice but to sleep in the scary ass basement room...on that one big ass mattress." Wooyoung says before chugging his beer

(Scary basement because its Jongho's old brother's office that they turned into a guest bedroom. But the vibes is not very welcoming since its not yet decorated properly)

Fuck. You lost the game and you can't react nor beg for anyone to exchange with you. You don't want to cause an issue and make them feel that something is wrong. Because in the first place, nothing is wrong. Technically. You are just....... cautious with Wooyoung because you don't want to have more feelings for him.

Yes he is your friend. But being a girl surrounded by hot men that are your friends, for sure you are bound to have infatuation with one of them. And unlucky you... it is wooyoung. The guy who keeps hitting on you.

"Try not to snore too much, Woo! Y/N needs her beauty sleep." San says

"And turn off your phone okay?" Seonghwa puts his arm around you. "Stop thinking about that guy..."

Wooyoung glances at you and Hwa "What guy?"

You then poke Seonghwa on his stomach with your elbows. "I'm already over him. Stop mentioning it."

Hwa laughs at your reaction. "Are you really?" He pats your head like a big brother that he is for you.

"Do we know this guy?" San asks

"Not really..." Jongho answers as he walk pass to grab his phone. "He is a football player from a different school..." and then goes back to the kitchen.

"And how did you know this guy?" Wooyoung asks trying not to sound bitter or jealous

"It's in the past." You mumble trying not to make them anymore curious. But since Wooyoung is already heated deep down because of the fact that there is another guy interested in you that you never mentioned before.

"Tell us more." He says to hwa

"Well... we met the guy when Y/N came to watch with me... coz a childhood friend of mine is going to that uni. We met them and his team... and this guy... who is famous in their school... liked Y/N..."

"And then what happened?" San scoots over and giving you a teasing smile.

"Nothing happened..." you answer as you pinch his cheek.

"The guys schedule is too hectic to even have time for Y/N... so... she decided to let it go." Hwa adds

"Why do you know all of this? And none of us did?" Wooyoung asks

You glance at him and saw his expression. He looks a little hurt.

"Let's not talk about it okay?" You stand up and hop over the boys legs. "I'm going to shower now... let's move on and you guys go ahead to your rooms... it's late... I need to sleep."

"Fine...." San pouts as he gets up as well. "You can chat about it some other time."

"No..." you stick your tongue out and make your way upstairs to get your things and shower.

***

"What is that guy's name?"

You haven't even had the chance to lay down properly yet, Wooyoung is already asking question about the guy Hwa mentioned.

"Do you text him a lot? Are you still in contact with him?"

"Wooyoung..."

"Are you not in the mood because of him? Are you not texting or calling me back because... OF him?"

You sigh as you put your feet and legs under the thick blanket. "Like I said... it's in the past. We stopped texting like sweet and flirtatious... like late last year..."

"Sweet and fliratious...?" He repeats under his breathe. "But do you still talk to him?"

"From time to time... yes..."

Wooyoung slams his phone on the nightstand and gets under the sheets, turning his back on you.

"What's your problem?"

"You."

"Me? What did I do?!"

He then gets up, startling you and then climbs on top of you. You were about to squeal but he covered your mouth before you could even.

"You are avoiding me... trying to get to know you more... and yet you had this... thing with a football player?"

You bite his finger making him hiss and move a little off you. "You should know why!" You snap back at him. "We are friends... you are not supposed to do what you do with your exes to me."

He frowns. "What does that supposed to mean? And who the fuck said that I am going to treat you like my exes?"

"No one..."

"So you just made that up? And assumed I am the bad guy?"

"Can you blame me? Look at your dating profile. None of them lasted three months."

"Thats because they all cheated on me!" He says exasperatedly then flopping back to bed. "I guess you're not that interested with me coz you don't try to ask for facts..."

You got silenced. You didn't know. You didn't bothered asking around.

"And also... I don't just go around and fuck around... I may look like I have a reputation.. but I respect women okay? And I am a romantic guy..."

You still don't speak up. You just stare at the ceiling and let him talk.

"So... all this time... you assumed that I am just going to play around?" He asks

You look away. "Yes."

He gets up to sit and look at you. "What the fuck?"

You then get up too. "I'm sorry okay? But can you blame me? That's all I know from you...well regards to your dating okay? and the way you text me... its giving..  fuck boy."

"A fuck boy?" He laugh. "How do I even text you? What do I do to give that vibes?" He's not sure if he is offended or being complimented. He just laughs it off  "Seonghwa is right..." he continues. "Even though you hang out with us... a bunch of guys... you are still a girl... not that I am.. trying to say girls are very dramatic and overthinking...but ya know..."

You glare at him. "Fine. I am. And so what?" You roll your eyes

"Nothing...I'm just saying... plus I don't give damn."

"What? What does that supposed to mean?"

Wooyoung looks at you. A small smile on his lips. "I still like you... even you labelled me as a player."

"Shut up." You hit him with your pillow

"Hey! I am serious."

"I am too!" You hit him again. "Shut up!"

"Shut up or else what?"

You press your lips together and stare at him. Unsure what to say.

But you are glad though that he sort of cleared a few things about him. Your misconception about him. Which is your fault too. You judged him a little too much because you try to find things to hate about him so that you would not step over the boundry that you're trying to avoid.

"Y/N... do you like me or not?" He suddenly asks. "Just tell me... and if you say no... I will stop. I'll go back to the old Wooyoung... not caring and texting you everyday... or wanting your attention..."

You sigh

"And don't give me the bullshit that you thought we are just friends thing. Okay? You know what we've been doing these past few months. We are texting and calling each other, yes... but... I know how we do skinship had evolved." He moves closer. "I know how you felt whenever we cuddle during movie nights... and whenever my lips brushed over your ears as I hug you closer..." he is now centimeters away from you and you are not moving away. "C'mon sweety... just be honest." He smirks

Oh you hate that smirk. You hate it because he already knows but he is still asking you. He wants you to say the obvious.

"Fuck you!" You mutter before launching yourself to him.

You are kissing him and he is kissing you back. And as you two continue to suck each others lips off your faces, the more your bodies react with the friction and the touches that you are giving.

"Touch me more..." you breathe out. "Please..."

Wooyoung is on top of you, grinding his pelvis on to your covered area. His hands are busy grabbing your ass or your hips. His grind is hard and making sure even with all of those layers of cloth. You could feel his errection ready to penetrate in you.

"You sound so divine..." he hums as he continues to give you wet kisses all over your neck

"Ahh fuck..." you grab onto his hair and pull it so he could look back at you. "This is so wrong... we are friends..."

"Friends my ass..." he smirks. "We're definitely leveling up after this." and goes back to nibbling your skin and leaving kiss marks all over.

He undresses himself totally, throwing his pajamas somewhere while for you, only your shorts and undies are off. He did put the thick blanket over you two as you still feel a little bit shy being this exposed to him. He understands.

"I'll take care of you..." he whispers, kissing the back of your hand. "What will you say if it hurts?"

"Watermelon." Your voice is so soft and weak. You sound nervous. You are not a virgin but of course, the though of fucking your friend still lingers in your brain. It's a new experience.

"Good..." he gives you a long, sweet smooch before he lowers his body closer to you. "I will put it in now... okay?"

"Okay..."

Easing himself in, the stretch is already making your eyes roll at the back of your head. It fucking feels good. He moves his hips slower first to get you adjusted to his size. And while your brain is rotting from the sensation he is also begins exploring your mouth with his tongue.

Oh, That sharp tongue he has. Who knew that he's not just a smart ass, naughty and blunt guy with his words but also this brilliant with kissing.

"Ohh..." you suck in your breathe when you feel him hit the spot. "Oh fuck..." your mouth drops open unable to say any words out as he continues to hit it

"Shit!" He hisses as he felt you tighten. "Your squeezing me..." he lowers his body to embrace you. "Shit... I'm close..."

You wrap your arms around his shoulder and kiss the curve of his neck. "Can you... come in me?"

His cheeks heats up hearing your words. That made his dick twitch. He likes the way you said. "Are you sure?"

You nod. "Please? Don't worry... I'm on birth control. I just... I want to feel it... everything..."

Wooyoung bites his lips, supressing a blushing smile. "Fuck... why do you sound so sexy saying that?"

His dick felt the rush from your words. He continued to thrust fast and strong until you both reached the end goal. Both of you came and flops down to the bed like you hiked Mt. Everest in a day.

"That was amazing..." he proudly smiles. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

You cover yourself with the blanket and lay on your side facing him. "I'm okay..." you smile. "I'm sleepy now..." you trail off. "I've never been this tired after having sex before..."

His eyebrows twitches. "Coz you haven't had the taste of me... that's why." He leans over and kisses you on the cheek. "And please... don't mention any of your exes... I'd want them to be erased in your memory... you have me now. Just me... okay?"

Slowly your eyes closes. "Hmmm..." you answer. "Whatever you say..."

He snorts a weak laugh as he watches you slowly go to sleep without even realizing it.

"You're so fucking cute." He says

Wooyoung covers you more, hiding your disheveled and after sex state. Then he gets up to fix himself up so he can sleep next to you. But then, after a few heart beats he hears someone walking down the stairs.

"Yah... seriously... you two should've atleast closed the door." He softly says. It was Seonghwa who looks a bit shookt and worried.

Wooyoung smirks. "Are we that loud?"

"Loud enough to be heard in the living room. You are lucky the rest of the guys are upstairs and Jongho's parents are not here."

"Sorry... we are just..."

"Hush. I am not judging... we already know the things between you two... its kinda obvious..." Seonghwa yawns. "Next time.... just do it when we are not around okay? Just go fucking date or whatever." He turns around and takes a sip of his warm milk. "Also... make it official okay... like say it. You know Y/N likes things to he clear. Don't do what the other guy did." He says before leaving the basement room.

"I will." Wooyoung answers before laying beside you and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

[ollie-lolly]

How they react when you blindfold them

Obey me brothers x gender neutral reader

Note: HIT 100+ FOLLOWERS RECENTLY??? I AM VERY GRATEFUL THANK YOU <3. Constructive criticism and reblogs are always appreciated!

Word count: 697

Warnings: suggestive, i accidently added knife play at Belphegor's part oops

The two of you are just working in silence. A nice and calm working environment. Well it is too calm for you! You undo your silk scarf and sneak up to him, tying the silk material around his head. You are surprised when he doesn't stand up.

Lucifer

-His luxurious pen drops on the table 

-"Mc if you know what is good for you, you will remove it right now. I have work to do"

-You decided to ignore his protest and spin the chair around and climb on his lap

-He is desperately trying to keep his composure and patience

-Much to your frustration, he removes the silk scarf

-Before you could take the scarf he takes a hold of your wrist

-"Now let's take care of those bratty actions of yours"

Mammon

-Low-key wants to film it for 'personal reasons'

-You walk around him and lightly lift the hem of his shirt. 

-You start tracing his abdomen with the tips of your fingers

-"Mc what has gotten into ya?"

-You falter "Do you want me to stop?"

-"NO, i mean uh shit" he really did not want to seem that eager

-Your other hand gently pulls at his hair

-"That is all the permission i needed pretty boy"

-He whimpers. A reply to your gentle praise

-He bucks his hips. Desperate for some friction

Leviathan

-He may or may not have a boner rn

-THIS MAN IS CAUGHT OF GUARD

-Already predicting his movements, you hold the gaming chair down to prevent him from falling

-"A- are sure that you want to do this with me?"

-You give your answer by softly kissing his lips, then you start leaving a trail hickeys and bites on his exposed shoulders and neck

-"I can really tell that you are enjoying this Levi"

-Your hands travel to his rising erection, causing him to whimper

-"That's my pervy little Levi"

Satan

-He has 100% read this in a book before

-I swear he reads porn

-You lower yourself to your knees and softly kiss his bare stomach

-He groans as your kisses go lower, you put your hands on his and shift them to the top of your head

-He tries to remain patient

-He finds it embarrassing, but god does it feel good

-He pulls at your hair in frustration

Asmodeus

-"Mc you never cease to amaze me dear!"

-It's safe to say he is more then just pleased

-He whines completely unashamed when you bite the soft skin of his neck

-He quickly starts to get handsy 

-You were expecting this predicament, you grab a small clean handkerchief. 

-You firmly tie his wrists together

-"Let's see how long you'll last Asmo"

Beelzebub

-He has no idea of what to do in this situation

-You notice his stiffness in posture

-When you try to back off, he gently puts his hands on your back

-"Please don't leave, i like it" he uttered

-You make yourself comfortable and put one hand on the back of his neck 

-The other pulls out a small bottle of syrup 

-You put some in your mouth the sweet taste melts on your tongue

-While a large part of the sweet liquid is in your mouth you kiss him 

-His tongue quickly takes over

-He softly wimpers as he feels a heat rise down south

Belphegor

-Wants to do this again for sure

-I can't decide if it's because he doesn't have to do much or if it's the other way around, that he likes to see you helpless. respectfully?

-You pull out a small pocket knife and you gently trace the sharp tip on his collarbones and shoulders

-His breathing starts to become heavy as he starts to realize what the object might be

-He has dreamt about this, with help from his dream manipulation, but had no idea how to bring it up due to 'the incident'

-When a small pool of blood began to drip, you leaned in and licked it off 

-He shivers but also groans when he feels the sensation

Bonus!

Barbatos Barbie

-Wil be surprised at first 

-"We are lucky that we are alone for once, my love"

-His hands gently reach for yours and he gently presses a kiss to your hand

-You take a seat on his leg and start kissing his neck 

-He puts his hand around your frame

-"I would love to do something like this again"

-"That is if you don't mind being tied up for me"

Date began: 27th of march 2023

Date finished: 28th of march 2023

[cuddles-with-dragons]

a shitload of incorrect quotes

Tech: *clicks pen* Crosshair: *clicks pen in response* Wrecker: Stop that. Tech: Stop what? Wrecker: You’re talking about me in Morse code! Tech: Yes, that’s what we doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out! *later* Crosshair, to Omega: That’s actually exactly what we were doing.

Hunter: What’s something you guys are better than Crosshair at? Wrecker: Mario Kart. Omega: Yeah, all video games except first-person shooters and The Last Of Us. Tech: Emotional vulnerability.

Tech: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Hunter: Maybe a bit tipsy? Echo: Drunk. Wrecker: Wasted. Crosshair: Dead.

Echo, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Tech, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Crosshair, pulling out a Pokémon card: Absol, I choose you! Hunter, trembling: What are we playing?!

Wrecker: What is love? Hunter: An emotional minefield. Tech: A neurochemical reaction. Omega: Baby don't hurt me.

Crosshair: What starts with F and ends with Uck? Echo: No it doesn't. Tech: Firetruck! Omega: FUCK!

Omega: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies. Hunter: You’re too young to have enemies. Omega: You don’t even know.

Crosshair: If I die, you can have what little I own. Hunter: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die? Crosshair: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full. Hunter: Hunter: *Sigh* Let me call your therapist again.

Nexu: I’m not a doctor, I’m a medic. Wrecker: What’s the difference then? Nexu: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die. Crosshair: Note to self; never get shot.

Crosshair: Hand me the people opener. Hunter: ... Hunter: Pardon? Crosshair, annoyed: The people opener! Just hand it to me! Hunter, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER? Crosshair: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle? Hunter: Knife. It's called a knife.

Omega, hugging Crosshair: Do you feel any better? Crosshair: I feel much better now that you're here with me. *Hunter walks in* Crosshair: I feel half better.

Hunter: Would you rather kill Tech, or— Echo: Yes, kill them. Hunter: I didn’t say the other thing— Echo: I don’t need to hear it. Tech: …I’m feeling a little unsafe.

Benji, to cadet Crosshair: Oh my stars you are so cute and small! Crosshair: *proceeds to kick him in the shin and run away* Hunter, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call Crosshair cute or small.

Hunter: Omega is at that very special age where a kid only has one thing on their mind. Crosshair: Murder? Omega: Murder.

Hunter: How high are you? Crosshair: 6'4". Tech: No, he's asking what drugs are you on. Crosshair: Oh, antidepressants, why?

Crosshair: Hey, do you know the password to Hunter’s computer? Omega: Fuck you, Crosshair. Crosshair: Hey!! Omega: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouCrosshair". Crosshair: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

Omega: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Echo: Wasn’t Crosshair with you? Crosshair: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Tech: I will find us a ride. Tech: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone. Omega: Oh, please. We're not children. *Tech leaves* Omega, casually: ...Eat shit and die. Crosshair, also casually: Yes, fuck you.

Omega: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Crosshair: I'm a knife. Wrecker, from across the room: He's the little spoon.

Crosshair: Fun Fact! The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime. Echo: I like how this is a "fun" fact. Hunter: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you.

[lululandd]

something memorable;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

word count: 696

warnings: fluff

note: personal experience + B99 reference

summary: you didn’t answer and he can see your eyes latched onto something on the side of his face before reaching up to grab it.

The pub was packed that night, and Ghost would’ve turned tail and gone back to base if it wasn’t for you. He has always noticed how you’d shy away from group interactions and group outings so it came to his surprise when you decided to say yes this time.

Soap cheered and Gaz clapped your back when you agreed to come with. Ghost even relinquishes his seat—the edge seat where his back was against the wall at all times—so you can sit there and feel safe.

He realises very soon why you said no all this time. You have zero alcohol tolerance. None. He had heard you ask the barman for half a shot of vodka on your vodka cranberry and yet here you are, glass still half full, giggling out of your mind, eyes out of focus. Soap and Gaz are out playing pool, Roach is harassing some poor schmuck on darts, and he’s itching for a smoke right now but he doesn’t have the heart to leave you alone.

“Gonna get you some water, yeah?” He adjusted his facemask before standing up.

You nodded slowly as your eyes wandered around the place. Ghost had to remind himself that you’re one of his teammates and not a civilian as you’re behaving like one right now. Hard to believe the same person that shoved him aside to get knifed in the arm during combat is right now mesmerised by the string lights hung by the bathroom door. Because of a quarter shot of vodka. He was lucky the barman wasn’t doing anything and handed him the glass of water in record time.

In the fourty five seconds of absence, Ghost noticed you had downed the rest of your vodka cranberry and is now giggling deliriously as you scroll your phone.

“Fucking hell, down this.” He puts the water in front of you and obediently drinks all of it before slumping back down on your seat.

But you stared at him instead of playing on your phone again. Ghost decided to play with you a little. A harmless game of lets-see-how-drunk-you-are.

“See something you like?” He teased.

You didn’t answer and he can see your eyes latched onto something on the side of his face before reaching up to grab it.

He was gonna go red in the face before realising you’re fiddling with his ear, full of intent.

“Is thaat, a cloossed up… earring hoooole?” The pub’s overhead lights catch your eyes in all the right ways, making them sparkle.

“Stab wound.” He mustered up all the strength he didn't have to sound stern, “The scar extends through the lobe and into the neck.”

“Boooo.” You sulked, retreating your hand back to yourself.

Roach came back with a large bag of chips not long after, spending his night’s winnings on snacks for his teammates. “Are they fucking asleep?” The man pointed at you, and Ghost had to stop him from nudging you awake.

He took his cigs out of his pocket and tapped it twice on the table to let Roach know where he’s going. He knows smoking is allowed indoors but he notices that you always stealthily leave the premises when there’s smokers around, so he decided to do it outside. Besides, He wants to think about earlier when you touched his face, and he’d prefer that Roach doesn’t see him blushing.

When he got back, you were awake, Gaz and Soap are back, and the chips were almost gone. Did they wake you up? He hoped they didn’t.

—

He woke up one morning after coming back from leave to a little envelope slid under his door.

It was smaller than his hand—then again, what isn’t—and wasn’t even sealed; there was a little folded up paper and stud earrings of goofy looking skulls made of either sterling silver or titanium in it. Unfolding the paper, it reads:

i know what a closed up earring hole feels like, lieutenant.

He wasn’t lying that night, it was truly a knife wound. But he promised himself he’d get his ears pierced just so he can wear the little earrings when he’s off the clock, even if you can’t see it.

[justagalwhowrites]

...Can Be Found

You and Joel have an unexpected night alone in Jackson. A canon Lavender one-shot set between chapters 47 and 48.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender

Length: 3k

Warnings: Smut :). All the fluff in all the world. Eric Clapton. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

A/N: Thank you all so much for loving these characters and hanging out for the Lavenderversary celebration. I hope you love seeing what Joel and Doc were up to today in Jackson ❤️

April 30, 2024 

“Please?” Ellie said, her eyes bright and wide and eager. “All the other kids are going and Maria said they’re making some special snacks and shit and they’re putting on some movie I’ve never fucking heard of and I really want to see it, please?” 

You glanced at Joel, who looked quickly back at you. 

Neither of you had been anticipating this. You hadn’t been in Jackson all that long, Ellie had only been going to school for a few weeks. You hadn’t really spent much time apart, not really. Even Joel, who was regularly leaving Jackson to go on patrol, had never been outside the house overnight. There was a comfort in coming home to each other at the end of the day, the three of you squeezing onto the couch in your living room to watch a movie or clustering on the ground where you could lean against each other while playing a board game. You functioned as a unit now, each of you far more comfortable and secure with the others close. 

Ellie wanting to go to the town lock in hadn’t even been on your radar. 

But it was a good sign, you thought. She was becoming more and more like her old self every day. She enjoyed school, had made a few friends, was starting to think about what she wanted to do to contribute to Jackson as she got older. It was good to see her here, being happy and having a life. Her wanting to spend time away was good. It just didn’t feel good.

“I promise I won’t even say fuck,” Ellie said, still pleading. “And I’ll leave my knife at home.” 

“You should always leave your knife at home,” Joel said, voice stern. “No reason to be carryin’ it around here, anyway…” 

“Yeah, OK,” Ellie rolled her eyes and you had to fight the urge to laugh. 

You and Joel looked at each other again for a moment. You could tell he was feeling the same unease you were, the same desire to keep Ellie where you could see her at all times because that’s the only way you could be sure that she was safe and whole. 

But you couldn’t do that forever. 

You sighed and looked back at her. 

“Yes, you can go,” you said. 

“Yes!” She darted around you to run up the stairs but you stopped her quickly. 

“But you have to come back here before going anywhere else tomorrow morning,” you said. “And you have to be on your best behavior, OK gremlin? I know how you can be, no picking fights…” 

“I’ll be good, I promise!” She said, frozen with one foot on the stairs. 

“Then go get your stuff,” you said, Ellie taking off before you even really had a chance to finish talking, forcing her to yell up the stairs after her. “Make sure you grab your pillow and sleeping bag!” 

Joel came and stood beside you at the banister, his hand finding the small of your back, slipping below your shirt to brush his fingers over you there.

“Think we’re gonna be empty nesters for the night,” he said, voice low. 

“Think you’re right,” you smiled a little. “Whatever will we do?” 

“Oh, I think we can figure somethin’ out.” 

Ellie left not long after, running down the front walk to catch some of her friends from school as they headed toward the mess hall turned lock-in site for the night. 

“Here,” Joel said, standing next to you on the porch as the two of you watched her laugh with her friends. “Why don’t you get comfortable, I’ll be back in a few.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“What are you up to?” 

“Just trust me,” he laughed and nudged you to the porch swing. “And be patient.” 

You smiled and shook your head a little but settled into the side of the swing that you’d come to think of as yours, pushing lightly off the ground with your toe, breathing in the cool, clean spring air, the scent of rain drifting in from the dark clouds on the horizon. 

There was a distant rumble of thunder as the screen door creaked open and Joel came outside, two mugs held tight in one large hand, the neck of his guitar in the other. 

“I think we’re getting a spring storm,” you said as he leaned the guitar against the house and handed you a mug before taking a seat next to you. You lifted the mug and breathed deep, your eyebrows shooting up. “Is that…” 

“Coffee,” he smiled a little. “With a little lavender syrup that, I’m ashamed to admit, I needed a lot of help to make.” 

You looked at him, feeling like you might be about to cry you were so touched. 

“You made me lavender syrup?” 

He shrugged. 

“Figured it’d been long enough since you’d had your favorite coffee,” he said. “Heard through the grapevine that some traders who come through sometimes have coffee. Figured I’d have it ready for when I could get my hands on some.” 

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” You asked. “Because I do.” 

“You’ve said,” he smiled. “Still like hearin’ it, though.” 

You took a sip of the coffee and savored it and thought, for a moment, about the first time you’d met Joel. So long ago now at that coffee shop in Austin, when you were just 20 years old and hoping to find a job you liked that would make you not need to take out more loans to survive the summer. You should have known when you first sat across from him, sipping your lavender latte and talking about his daughter, that your life would never be the same. 

Joel put his arm over the back of the swing and you settled into his side, your head on his shoulder, grateful for his warmth as temperature dropped and the rain moved in. 

“Think you’ll let me play you somethin’?” He asked. 

“I believe it is well established that I am the president and founder of the Rockstar Joel Miller fan club,” you teased. “You can always play me something.” 

“Good,” he said, taking his arm back and reaching behind him to pick up the guitar and resting it on his lap. “Because I’ve been working on something for you. Been a long time since I’ve played for anyone so be patient with me.” 

“The peanut gallery will be quiet,” you smiled, tucking yourself into the corner of the swing and putting your stocking feet against Joel’s warm thigh as the rain grew heavier. You held your mug tightly in your fingers, the heat and coffee running low. 

He started playing, quiet and slow and you recognized it immediately, your breath catching in your throat. 

“It's late in the evening,” Joel sang in his soft baritone. “She's wondering what clothes to wear…”

You just listened in silent awe as he played you Wonderful Tonight, the song you’d claimed as yours, for the first time in 20 years. When he finished, he left the guitar in his lap for a moment before glancing over at you, an oddly vulnerable look in his eyes when he did. 

“Didn’t say the peanut gallery needed to be that quiet,” he said, his voice thick. 

“Joel,” you whispered, setting your coffee on the small side table before damn near throwing yourself at him. He set the guitar down quickly, barely fast enough to catch you as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed, sinking back into the swing with you in his arms. 

“You like it then?” He asked. 

You pulled back enough to look at him properly, tears pricking your eyes. 

“I loved it,” you said softly. “That was… I can’t believe you learned that!” 

“Well,” he shrugged. “Already learned it, once upon a time. More just remembering something I always knew. I was just coming home to it is all.” 

You kissed him and he kissed you back before you settled in against his side again, the two of you swaying as the rain fell and the thunder rolled. 

“Know what storms remind me of now?” He asked quietly after a while, his fingers trailing up and down your arm. 

“Hm?” 

“The night I got you back.” 

You looked up at him from your place against his chest and found him watching you, his brown eyes soft and deep. 

“Me too,” you whispered. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you,” he said, his fingers still tracing the same familiar path along your skin. “I’ve got a lot of regrets in my life but that’s one of my biggest. I wasted so much time with you. Sometimes all I think about is all that time we missed out on because I was too wrapped up in my own shit…” 

“We found each other again,” you reached up and trailed your fingers through his shaggy curls. “That’s all that matters. We can’t change anything that happened to us then, we can only make sure we don’t lose each other again now.” 

“Not losing you again, baby,” Joel said, cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply. “Promise I’m not.” 

You looked in his eyes, something warm and needy settling low in your stomach as you did. 

“Let’s go inside,” he said, his tone matching the already building heat inside you. 

You just nodded and let him lead the way. 

*** 

Joel had been waiting for a night like this one. 

Maybe not one where Ellie was away quite so long. Her being gone overnight made him uneasy, even if it was just to the town lock-in down the street. 

But it did mean he got time alone with you, something he’d been craving more and more lately. 

It seemed like all he wanted to do, now that the three of you were safely settled in Jackson, was find a way to make up for lost time. 

He wasn’t sure he really could. He’d lost you for too long, done too much he regretted to ever really atone for it all. But he wanted to try. He desperately wanted to do something - anything - that would make himself worthy of you. 

Wonderful Tonight had been the first thing he tried to play when he’d gotten the guitar in Jackson. You’d been at the clinic, Ellie at school and he’d fumbled his way through it in the living room, his fingers hurting the entire time. It took time to rebuild the callus, to relearn the song. But it had been so worth it to see the look on your face when he’d played it for you on the porch that night. 

The two of you came in as the storm seemed to be reaching its peak, the rain pouring in a steady drumbeat on the roof, the thunder rattling the panes of glass in their frames as he led you to bed. 

He undressed you slowly, reverently, taking his time with you the way he’d imagined doing every time he imagined fucking you in those years in the QZ. He cast aside your shirt and his hands skimmed the outline of you, your skin so impossibly soft under his touch. He wondered - not for the first time - how something as soft as you could exist at all, let alone in this world. How something as soft as you could possibly be meant for him, want him. But you did and he lived to give you what you wanted, that’s all that mattered. 

You tugged at his shirt and he helped you remove it before he unhooked your bra and cast it aside, too, drinking in the sight of your bared skin before him. 

“Christ, baby,” he breathed, pulling you against his naked chest. You pressed your soft, warm skin against him, your arms wrapping around his neck and he guided you to the bed, laying you below him in the middle of it. When he pulled away from you, you whined, your eyes following his every movement. He smiled a little. “Ain’t gonna get far with these still on, I’m comin’ right back.” 

He unbuttoned your jeans and hooked his fingers around the waistband of those and your panties, pulling both down your legs at once, leaving you completely bare before him. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, your hands finding your breasts by what seemed like their own accord, desperate to hold onto something. You worked them gently as you watched him unbutton his own jeans, biting your lower lip as you did. 

“Fuck, you keep right on doin’ that,” he damn near growled as he shucked his own jeans and underwear before crawling up the bed toward you and settling in the cradle of your hips. “So pretty when you’re making yourself feel good…” 

He licked his fingertips and slid his hand down your body to the apex of your thighs, finding your swollen bud and pressing against it. Your back arched and you whined again as he started working your clit in slow, firm circles. 

“Even prettier when you let me do it, though,” he said, his unoccupied hand going to the crown of your head, toying with your hair before he kissed you deeply. 

Your hands left your breasts then, finding his back and pulling him sharply toward yourself, as though you couldn’t get enough of him. You rocked your hips up against him and he smiled against your lips, his cock swollen and painfully hard. 

“Joel,” you panted when he pulled back. “I need you, please, I need you, I need you…” 

“Need me where?” He asked, breathless himself. 

He knew where. 

He just wanted to hear you say it. 

“Inside,” your eyes were wide, pupils blown. “Inside me, please, I need you inside me.” 

His hand left your slick slit and he stroked his cock once with your wetness, the heat of you so close to him. 

“Then let me give you what you want,” he said, lining himself up with your entrance and pressing inside you with a deep groan of satisfaction. 

He sank into you, feeling your walls parting for his intrusion, how your body shifted and molded to him, your pussy holding him perfectly. 

Every time he did this, every time he first entered you, he had the same two thoughts: this was where he belonged, this was so much more than he deserved. 

He’d had a hard time reconciling those things. Since he’d met you, he couldn’t shake the idea that he needed to be alongside you - inside you - but he knew that you’d been meant for something more than him. When you were both young, you’d been so full of potential, all brilliant light that it seemed selfish to focus it all on himself. Now, you were the warmest comfort, the most beautiful part of a ruined world. With all he’d done, all the ways he’d failed, he could not deserve you. 

He’d let that keep you apart for a long time, the clash of those feelings pulling at him. But now, he knew how they fit, how he fit with you. He had to try to be worthy of you, that was the key. He could not stop, could not wavier. He had to always try. He had to hold you, protect you, bring you the CDs you adored and paint the walls the colors you loved and find ways to make the things that brought you joy because someone like you needed someone who would try for them. In this world there was no sure thing, but he could try. For you, he would try for the rest of his life. 

He moved in you slowly at first, savoring the way your skin felt against his, the way your fingers twisted in his hair. But you were both too desperate and needy to take it slow for long, his pace increasing with the steady motion of your hips and the aching clutch of your fingers as you grew tighter and tighter around him. 

“You’re so close to coming for me,” he all but growled, voice heavy with need. You whined and nodded against him. “Don’t have anyone here to wake up, want to hear you baby. Don’t hold back for me, let me hear you, want to hear you when I come inside you.” 

You whimpered again, louder this time, your fingers scrambling for purchase on his skin, the wet snap of his hips into yours obscene and only bringing him closer to the peak. 

He felt you tighten, your whole body clinging to him for a moment - not even breathing - before you called his name and gasped as your core fluttered around him. 

Joel stayed buried deep inside you where he belonged, grinding his hips down against you as you came, your pulsing pulling his own orgasm from him as he emptied himself into you with a moan. 

After, you tucked yourself against his side, both of your bodies sticky with sweat and your shared spend and neither of you caring. 

“Didn’t even need a door this time,” you teased lightly. 

Joel laughed once. 

“Still appreciate them though,” he teased back. 

The two of you were quiet for a moment and he held you close, thinking not of all the years he’d lost with you but all the ones he had ahead. He kissed the crown of your head and you snuggled closer as he smiled against your hair. 

“I love you, Joel,” you said softly, your fingers splaying wide over his chest. “I’m so glad we found each other.” 

“Me too, baby,” he whispered, holding you closer. “Me too.” 

[loveandmurders]

In love with a dangerous wild cat II

Hi everyone, it's been a hot minute I was supposed to make a part 2 of this request :"Can you pls do a chucky x fem reader x tiffany where you reject them ...like hard ...bcs they are obsessive little fucks but you are the love of theire lifes so they try to kidnap you but you beat their ass"

You can find part 1 here.

Hope you'll enjoy ! <3

Warnings: no proof reading, dangerous!reader, paranoid!reader, a few strong words, mentions of killing people, of blood, of violence, of sexual activities (minors DNI),

You knew the darkest place to hide in, in every city you were staying at. You were a shadow, always lurking around, always finding a safe haven because “you never know what could happen”. You were paranoid, but for once, you were right to be.

You couldn’t believe that those two crazy bitches found your home so easily. They almost got you! You were so annoyed at them and at yourself. You didn’t really know what to do. You could hide, you could run away all you wanted, it seemed like they would always find you again.

Plus, you hated to run away. You were a smart and dangerous killer; you despised more than anything to be some sort of prey.

The more you thought about the situation, and the more obvious the solution was appearing to you: you had to kill them before they could kidnap you.

However a little voice reminded you that you had the opportunity to kill them twice or three times already, and yet, you never deadly hurt them. It made you wonder why.

You never hesitated before and it was clearly not the first time some people tried to capture you. And you always killed them and threw their bodies away. So why haven't you killed the other two already?

There was no way you were seeing something in them like they were seeing something in you. No way. You were a lone wolf, a wild cat. You never stayed around people, except to find new prey. You never loved anyone. You only killed and enjoyed yourself in the darkness.

You decided it was time to turn the game around. You were going to hunt them down and to kill them. Yes, it was the most logical thing to do and then you would be able to get back to your usual lonely life.

When you found Charles and Tiffany, they were arguing in a crappy motel room. They were arguing about you. They disagreed on what to do next. Charles thought they needed to capture you a little more violently. He wasn’t too happy to have to hurt you, but if it was the only way to overpower you, he was willing to try that. Tiffany wanted to try and seduce you. She wanted to give you a new knife for instance and to offer you someone to kill, someone you could lash all your anger on, so you would be more eager to speak to them.

You were about to enter the room by the window - and murdered the two of them - but someone knocked at the door, so you stayed hidden, ready to strike.

Charles opened the door and a very nice looking couple entered the room. Tiffany and Charles instantly changed their behaviour, to be their most charming and trusting looking selves.

You watched them with great interest as you saw them playing with their new toys. You had no idea who those people were, but it didn’t matter. You were enjoying the way Tiffany and Charles were hurting them, torturing them, killing them.

You hadn’t thought they could have been that interesting. That they could have been so hot and desirable. Maybe you have been wrong to want to kill him so quickly. Maybe you could have fun with them first.

You shook your head. No, it was a terrible idea. 

You were about to leave, when Charles and Tiffany started to kiss. They were covered in their victims blood, they were magnificent. Charles undressed Tiffany as her hands roamed his body in want.

But they suddenly stopped, both feeling eyes on them. They had been too busy before, but now they could tell someone was watching them. You moved just in time, so they didn’t see you, but they were worried someone saw them.

This game lasted for a few days: you would find them, observe them and find them very arousing before disappearing. They would try to find you, but always missing you. They weren’t very patient, so you were better at this in the long run than them.

It was getting very frustrating for them, because you were their mate, you were their missing piece, you were needed. Why couldn’t you understand how wanted you were? They would take such good care of you…

One evening, Charles needed some alone time so he left the motel room. Tiffany decided to take a bath and relax, with some soft music playing in the background. She closed her eyes, taking in the warmth surrounding her.

She heard a noise, but thought Charles forgot something. She jumped when she saw you sat down on a chair, in a corner of the bathroom. She wanted to get up but you aimed your gun at her, and you shook your head.

“How about you stay where you are?” you hummed and she nodded, biting her bottom lip in desire. Why were you so perfect?

“Of course, sweetface, anything you wanna from me” she purred “I was hoping you’d come to us” she added

“I’ve found you several times. I’ve seen your way” you admitted and she hummed. She was quite reassured you had been their stalker. It was very hot too.

“What do you want from us? From me?” she asked, hoping you would want her

“I dislike being hunted down. But I enjoyed watching you. I usually just seduce and kill. You have skills, the two of you, I can’t deny that. But I’m no prey.”

“Of course not. We don’t want to hurt you and even less to kill you. We want to have fun with you, to make you one of us, that’s all” she explained “Our love is obsessive, I’m sorry if we have been a little bit too… violent in our way to show it to you” she added with her doe eyes

“I don’t like people usually and I don’t give a fuck about their ‘love’. And yet I haven’t killed the two of you. This is… bothering me” you added, staring into her eyes

“Maybe because you find us interesting” she replied “Let me show you how interesting I can be” she winked

You didn't know how this happened, but you ended naked in her bath, making her scream in pleasure. You were so busy with her that you didn’t hear Charles coming back. He leaned against the bathroom frame, quite enjoying the view that was greeting him. He believed that the sacrifices he made to the devil finally worked.

You unwillingly stopped playing with her just before she could come, as you stilled when you noticed Charles, who was covered in blood. She whimpered.

“Oh don’t stop for me, I quite like this” he smirked.

“How about you finish her and I watch” you replied as you moved to sit down at the opposite of where Tiffany was. She pouted and pleaded with Charles with her eyes.

“Only if we can show you how good we are after” he replied and you nodded. So he entered the bath, fully clothed.

They did take care of you. But you refused to stay. They didn’t want to fight with you anymore, so they let you go, quite hopeful you would come back to them for more.

Which you did. And quite often, for pleasure at first, and then also when you wanted people to hunt with. 

They understood it was useless to force you to stay or to come back, because it always ended in you disappearing for weeks. They understood that you were willing to come back only if you were free to do so. And the fact you kept finding them meant you always knew where they were, and that you did love them, in your own way.

Even if Tiffany was impatient and even if Charles was frustrated, the best thing they could do was to wait for you to come back. And to do whatever you had in mind.

You were loyal to them in a way, because you didn’t let anyone else touch you and you always make sure that they were unharmed before going to bed - even if you weren’t planning on spending the night with them (they didn’t know about that).

Before travelling away, Tiffany and Charles always waited for you, so they could let you know where they were going. And you always followed them, even if you never promised them you would. They knew they better not ask anyways.

You were their wild girl, their wild cat. And like every cats, you always came back home on you own.

[pixeechix21]

Halloween Hunt

ghostface x fem!reader

TW: knife play, primal, mask kink, chasing, rough sex, vulgar words, choking, blood play (v. minor dw), smut, alcohol mentioning, unprotected, p in v, scare/fear kink, hunted, v. rough

WC:1461

Pt2

Halloween night:

The pink bag stares at you, laying on your duvet covers. Your foot is nervously going up and down. you r at a safe distance watching it you hadn’t opened it yet, too scared to do it. Come on y/n just do it, like it's going to be Jason’s hand or head. Wait, could it? You urge yourself to open the delicate pink bag. It’d be best to open it just to make sure it’s not, you go on. Then you go for it knowing you’d just spiral in your own thoughts. The tissue paper is put to the side and inside the bag you pull out a beautiful silk and lace pink dress. It was smooth as you put it on your body. Trying it on it fit perfectly, almost as if it was tailored just for your body.

If I was going to be his princess I’ll show him just how much I can be. You rummage through your messy dorm and combine random pieces to make your costume whole: white sparkly heels, fairy wings, and a tiara. “Wow! You look like a magical fairy princess queen!” your bestie exclaims barging into your room, leaving the door open. 

You twirl happily, “thank you… what are you meant to be?” You look at her slip-dress with the picture of some old white man. 

“A Freudian slip,” my dorm neighbor stops in the hallway. Both of us look stunned at the intrusion of the stranger. “Oh my god! That’s right!” your friend claps happily. 

You both leave your room passing the bottle back and forth heading to Devin’s frat house on the edge of the campus. 

Once you get there you’re on alert suddenly remembering the game. A couple bros try to feel you up as you’re both dancing in the sweaty crowd. Sheila pushes them off shouting, “trust me you didn’t need a mask you’re already scary and ugly normally,” you laugh together, watching not to spill your drinks. 

You feel disappointed not having spotted him yet. The anticipation building. You forget how many hours pass but then everything changes. You're feeling hot and shout to your friend that you need air. Stumbling and pushing past the masses, you look up from your feet. You almost shit yourself at him standing there looking at you. There is a small pose of girls surrounding him, but he looks only at you and you can just imagine him smiling devilishly. Those girls don’t even know what their fucking with. 

You reach outside, puffing out a breath of steamy air. The game is on, he spotted you. You need to run, to hide, don’t get caught. Looking left and right you sprint straight to the edge of campus and out into the woods, following the path. Thank God for the years of pageant training and running from the cops in unstable shoes. 

Footsteps are following you, determined. Your arms are swinging and your legs are burning as you run as fast as you can. The cold nipped at your face, causing the whipping of the branches to sting ferociously. You turn left abruptly and hide behind a large oak tree. This time it’s your own hand gripping your mouth shut, so he can’t hear you. The footsteps slow down, he’s searching for you. 

“Aww I was having so much fun,” he complains, “I won't hurt you I swear. Well not unless you beg for it,” he says out into the dark. He slowly passes you, and you see the back of him, thinking you're safe. You hold a nearby stick and lunge out of your hiding place, screaming. You're on top of him bringing down your stick. He catches your hand and you release it from the pain. He flips both of you over, his hand holding both of yours over your head. “You’re so pretty when you’re angry,” he says, trailing his knife down the side of your face, following your jawline, finishing with the point tilting your heads to look up at him. “You stole my coffee asshole!” you bite out. His chuckle is endearing. As he comes close to your face you wish you could see his eyes, or even his smile. 

You struggle under him as the cold sets in. Your chest rises and falls in shallow breaths as his knife touches your thong. You clench in anticipation, you can hear his breaths rapidly and the feeling of his hands holding you tightly. His hand feels your wetness through the thin layer. He starts ever so delicately circling your clit, making your hips push up to meet his fingers. He lets go of your hands and pushes your hips back down to the floor. “You have to be good if you want it,” he says gruffly, shaking his head. The torture goes on to the point where your stubbornness breaks down, “ple- fuck- please mr.gohstface,” you writhe desperately. 

“Say it louder,” he palms your clit harder, almost pushing to the edge.

“Please! I’m about to-” you shudder as you're blinded by your orgasm. His fingers continue working relentlessly, and you nearly cry as you come again. Taking out his fingers you sigh sadly not wanting it to be finished. 

“Open your mouth,” he demands, and you can feel his hardness pressing into your dripping cunt. You do as you're told and he puts two fingers in, you look up at him and suck them lightly. “You make a man go insane, you know that?” He says hungrily as he looks at his fingers being drawn out of your mouth.

 Longing for more, your hands grab his belt buckle and undo them. Your cold hands feel his cock, and he tenses his abs. He’s on knees and you sit up so that you’re face to face with him hard on. Working your hand up and down you give quick kisses through his boxers. Taking his dick out of the boxes lick the precum coming from the slit, dragging it gradually all the way across. He tosses his head back, trying to control himself as you go at your own pace. Your lips surround him and instantly his hand grips your head. You bob your head up and down, twirling your tongue tantalizing. You feel him grow harder and you pick to the pace. “Shit, just like that,” he groans out. Just as he is about to come, yanks your head back so that you look up at him, mouth open gasping for air. 

“Turn around on your knees,” he releases you and you turn over, your ass up. Normally you’d be self-conscious, but strangely you feel safe with him. “A fucking masterpiece,” he admires cutting off your panties with his knife point, skillfully. Everso slowly you stretch painfully as he puts in his tip. You moan feeling yourself become whole, fulfilled. Once his hips touch your ass you feel tears forming. Dragging himself out slowly back in the friction kills you. You try to ask for him to go faster, rougher, just more. He takes your hair and whispers, “say it. Tell me what you want, I'm at your command.”

 “More. Now.”

 “Anything for you princess,” and immediately his fingers dig into you and he slams into you. You yelp at the sudden movement. He goes on unrelentingly, your knees scrapping on the forest floor. You can hear him grunting with the impact. Your crying at the forces as you orgasms comes over you. “Fuck y/n,” he moans as you milk him. He grabs your hair once more, you arch your back more and he hits you. Lifted up, your head rests on his shoulder and his knife comes to your neck. You smile at the feeling of the horror and thrill coursing through you like an aphrodisiac. “Look at me as I come in you,” he bites out, fucking you to oblivion. He tenses and you feel him coming to you. He releases you and you fall to your hands. He takes out his dick and watches amusedly as his cum comes out of you. You sigh as he takes his fingers and pushes it back into you. 

“Go before I do something I shouldn’t.” he warns.

You run.

A month later:

You haven’t forgotten that night and every now and then you think you see those tattoos or hear his voice. You were sure you were crazy when during your first lecture on business psychology you saw him bent over talking to the seated professor. You know it’s him, just know it. He looks up as he goes on to walk away. Frozen like a statue, you gape as he walks to his seat in the far corner. Smiling knowingly, and winks placing a coffee cup on your seat desk.

[hikakuriyyu]

Tension. (part 3)

⁎ warnings: romantic slasher ? mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, kissing, manipulation, 1 curse word, female!reader.

⁎ summary: you fell for him. hard. the murders started, and you knew it was him. billy lured you into his dark and twisted intentions. it was so wrong. but it doesn't feel wrong... there was something stopping you. or someone.

⁎ author note: i spent the 2 days thinking about what the plot would be lol. but here is a new part !

Your heart was racing as you sprinted upstairs, that scream still echoing in your ears. Was it really Sidney ? You didn’t want to believe it, but when you pushed open the door, there she was—Sidney Prescott, lying in a pool of blood on the floor, motionless. Dead.

And Billy ? He was standing over her, knife in hand, his hair falling down over his forehead, looking at you with that familiar smirk. The one that always made your stomach flip. You should’ve been shocked, maybe even guilty, but all you felt was… relief. Finally. She was gone. No more pretending. No more games. Billy had killed Sidney, and it proved exactly what you’d been hoping for—he loved you.

"You… just killed Sidney..." you said, the words slipping out, more of a statement than a question.

Billy glanced down at her body, then back at you, shrugging like it was nothing. "Yeah. Did you see something else coming?" His voice was sly, that teasing edge you knew too well. "Why else did you think i brought her up here, hm ?"

You didn’t know what to say, standing there frozen, your mind racing. But the truth was, in that moment, you didn’t care. She was out of the picture now.

''But why ? I thought-'' you stammer, trying to play innocent. ''Cut the shit, i know you've been dying to see her bleed.'' he cut you off, the smugness evident in his voice. He was right. Every single sweet gesture, every single word of affirmation, you hated every single second of it. ''You think this is all a game to me ? That i don't care about you ?'' he murmured as he steps closer to you slowly, looking at the ground. You take a few steps back before your back hit the wall, looking up at Billy's face, which was full of bloodlust. He didn't stop until your faces were inches away from eachother's. ''You're the only one who gets it, who gets me. Everyone else... they're disposable. But you... you're different.'' he reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his gaze intense and unwavering. Your face flushes as you swallow the lump in your throat. You were so nervous but you weirdly felt... safe ?

"Don’t you see? This ? us ? It's real. We're the same. You feel it, don’t you? That thrill, that power. No one else could ever understand us like we do." he leans in, lips brushing your ear. "We belong together. No one can come between us now." Billy whispered. You felt his hot breath against your ear as your gaze diverted. Was this really happening ? You tried to speak but the words were stuck in your throat, utterly entranced by his sweet talk. Billy looked at Sidney's lifeless body on the ground before gave you a slight chuckle. ''Sidney, well... she was just part of the plan, a means to an end. Sure, she played her role, but she was never you." his eyes lock with yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.

Billy's gaze flickers with something darker now, almost a warning. "Sidney was always living in a dream, thinking she could escape. But you..." he pauses, smiling as if the thought excites him. "You know there’s no going back. This is who we are. Together.'' his eyes soften, as if he's offering a twisted form of love. "You don’t need to doubt it anymore, Y/N. It’s just you and me now. Forever."

You felt a mix of so many emotions. You felt so validated and special... Billy actually cared for you, noticed you, loved you. Him killing Sidney just proved his love for you, making you feel irreplaceable. ''I love you...'' you blurted out in a mere whisper. He looked at your eyes before tossing the knife on the ground, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you in for a deep kiss.

You kissed him back almost immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck. As the kiss deepened, you could taste the mix of adrenaline and passion on his lips. The room seemed to spin as you both gave in to the moment, the world outside fading away. Billy’s touch was electrifying, sending shivers through you. A mix of desire, obsession, and a darker undertone of danger made it feel like giving into something you've both been fighting against, yet desperately craving.

You both stopped the kiss to catch your breaths. He moved a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch as light as a feather. You were both in the moment together before you heard police sirens outside. Billy looked out the window, distressed about the red and blue lights flashing outside. He turned to you, putting his hands on your face. ''Alright listen, that car pulling up, has to be Dewey. You go put the costume on and finish them off. I'll climb out the window and meet you at the fountain okay ?'' Billy explained as he started grabbing his stuff, getting ready to leave.

You stood there, speechless. So much was happening all at once. ''Wait- What ? What do you mean ? I don't wanna kill Dewey !'' you exclaimed. Dewey was the nicest person on earth, you couldn't do that to him. His sister got killed already, wasn't that enough ? His eyes narrowed before his voice dropped. ''So... you just wanna let them catch us ? We'll be separated. And i want to stay by your side forever... So do as i say,'' he handed you the knife. ''And kill them. For me. For us.'' he said before pressing a lingering kiss on your lips, walking towards the window and jumping out. You stood there, knife in your palm and panic in your mind. You hurt enough people already. Now Dewey ? But you love Billy too much to let him down...

To Be Continued...

[themisimagines]

i could sleep inside the cold of you

inspired by: the 'aimed at your heart' vyn ssr card content: heavily draws upon catherynne m. valente's deathless, 2.5k of seduction & smut so buckle up characters: vyn, fem!reader optional background music: house of cards by bts; take me to church by hozier; religion by lana del rey; the anna karenina (2012) soundtrack

“A marriage is a private thing. It has its own wild laws, and secret histories, and savage acts, and what passes between married people is incomprehensible to outsiders. We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying, but what we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.” - Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

The long table is laid with a feast fit for a king. Platters heaped high with glistening honeyed confits, crisp crackling meat, steaming vegetables delicately braised, deep tureens of stew rich in marrow, an excess of riches, accompanied by what you believe are entire truffles, a sharp knife laid beside them for you to shave your desired portion onto your meal, black salt glistening darkly under the chandelier, in addition to a dish of black sturgeon eggs, like so many pearls gathered in a heap for your amusement. 

Entering the dining room on Vyn’s arm, you are shocked by the abundance, the sheer extravagance of it all. You are dressed in a floor length black gown painstakingly embroidered with gold thread, produced seemingly out of thin air by one of the maids, saying that Vyn has requested that you wear it this evening. The material is silky against your skin, making you shiver with every move. The emerald bracelet Vyn won at the Umir Festival is the perfect accompaniment. Vyn, is of course, impeccable in his smoking jacket and tailored trousers. 

‘Are we expecting guests?’ You ask Vyn incredulously, staring at the food. ‘Surely Mr. Wechsler was confused.’ 

‘Not at all. But I believe I once made you a promise that you would never go hungry.’ 

‘Don’t be ridiculous, Vyn, we’ll hardly be able to finish this on our own.’ 

‘My beloved, whatever we cannot finish, I promise that I will allow you to take down to the soup kitchen to feed the hungry populace. Such a role is fitting for the lady of this house, after all.’ 

‘I’m hardly the lady of the house yet,’ you mutter, flushing red at the implication. 

‘Before you launch into another complaint about how you don’t deserve such wonderful treatment, may I propose something, my lady?’ Vyn stops at the door and looks quite seriously down at you from the gold rims of his glasses. You turn your face upwards, marvelling in how beautifully his silver hair frames his face, the way his gaze seems to strip you completely bare. 

‘I’ll allow it,’ you say. ‘What do you propose?’ 

‘Do you trust me?’ Vyn asks. 

Your mind flashes back to earlier in the day, during the hunt. Your bodies pressed up against each other, drawing the bow and nocking the arrow. His quiet instructions in your ear, your breath, held for so long you almost grew dizzy, and then, the blur of victory after, shattering the intimate moment. 

‘Yes,’ you say at length. ‘I do trust you.’ 

‘Then I propose that we play a little game. There is no need for you to speak tonight. Whatever you eat will be fed from my hand. Give yourself to me completely, and trust me to take care of you. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, you can say our safe word.’ 

You stare into his eyes, and he stares back, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. You nod once, slowly. An assent to his conditions. The game has begun. 

‘Excellent. Your decisiveness is one of the things I most admire about you. And just once, could you say our safe word, before we embark on this little journey together?’ 

‘Pomegranate,’ you say, lips parting to let it slide out in a whisper. 

‘Very good, my beloved.’ Vyn guides you to where the food awaits, seating you on his right hand side, while he takes the seat at the head of the table. ‘I remember peeking at the suppers my grandmother used to host here. My grandfather would sit at the head of the table, here, while my grandmother sat all the way down there, at the end of the table, both of them as far apart from each other as they could get. The length of the table being a gesture of power, to be sure, but hardly conducive for marital harmony. I believe they even ate like that when they didn’t have guests, or took meals apart. So much nicer to sit together like this, no?’ 

You almost open your mouth to say something or ask a question, but Vyn silences you with a finger on your lips. 

‘I would not be asking you to do this if it was easy, my love, I know it is difficult for you. But we are nurturing this fledgling trust you have placed in me, and the game has just started.’ 

You watch Vyn’s slow, careful movements as he tears a hunk of golden bread and dips it in olive oil and black salt, the crumb flecked with herbs. He feeds you the morsel gently, telling you about the special wheat used in making the bread and the fields in Svart where it grows. You listen with rapt attention as his voice carries on, moving from dish to dish. As he promises, he feeds you every first bite with his own fingers, their tips gently grazing against the corners of your mouth, leaving your skin tingling and yearning for more. 

Your mouth is filled with rich flavours of cream and wild fowl, preserves and pickles, salt and fat, acid and heat. Vyn keeps up the one-sided conversation, reading your mind to say your answers for you, his low tones sending a shiver up your spine. The wine makes your head light and airy. As the meal comes to a close, Vyn feeds you a last mouthful of dessert, his long index finger swiping away a trail of honey from the corner of your mouth. A burst of words comes from you as you impulsively grab his wrist and then place a kiss directly in the palm that has been feeding you all evening. 

‘I love you, Vyn,’ you barely whisper, voice hoarse. 

Vyn extracts his hand and gives a loud sigh, standing up from the table. ‘You were doing so well, my darling. Like Orpheus, who turned back just at the very last minute and lost Eurydice, so have you lost our little game.’ 

His eyes are dark, but with a distinct sense of amusement and mischief behind them. ‘Had you won, your prize would have been a fairytale ending, where I swept you off your feet and carried you to the fireplace in the hall, where a magical bower of furs and pillows have been prepared, and you would have sweet love made to you all night—’

‘I don’t care about fairytale endings,’ you interrupt Vyn, standing and moving toward him, a defiance in your tone calculated to push him off the edge, to turn his beautifully crafted game on its head. 

Vyn growls and then pounces on you, lips seeking yours harshly, in an attempt to punish you. You kiss him back just as fiercely, biting his lip and drawing blood, smearing it over both your bottom lips, the taste of iron and salt with the sweet still lingering on your tongues. He pushes you both back onto the table, until your legs are wrapped against it and your spine is bent backwards, dress sliding upwards until your thighs are visible. 

When he pulls away, it is to admire how rumpled he has left you, how wanting. Your hair is loosened from its carefully piled topknot, lying curled and ragged around your face, which still bears a slight trace of his blood. Your chest, heaving, the tops of your breasts exposed. Legs slightly spread to accommodate his waist, his face looming over yours as if he is about to devour you. 

‘Since you seem to be evading my best attempts at seduction, I cannot promise I will be gentle,’ he warns with a smirk. 

‘Maybe that was my intention all along,’ you make an effort to retort, although you are aware of how vulnerable a position you are in. 

Vyn pushes the dishes off the table, everything landing in a loud clatter on the floor. 

‘Vyn!’ You exclaim, turning to look at the food, but he lifts you up onto the table, then pushes your dress upwards around your hips, ripping aside your flimsy underwear. You are about to say something in protest, but then his mouth is on you, trailing heated kisses along your inner thighs, hot breath making you squirm even as he keeps a vice-like grip on your hips. When he licks a hot, wet stripe up the length of your cunt, you cry out in pleasure, spine curving upwards to get more of it. 

‘Hm, you seem to be enjoying yourself,’ Vyn pauses to comment. ‘Should I continue?’ 

‘I will never forgive you if you stop now,’ you pant, and then reach down to encourage his head back between your legs. 

He laughs, then applies himself fully to the task, tongue endlessly swirling, and then thrusting inside, all while your hands are twined in his hair, tugging so hard that you are briefly afraid that you have hurt him. He doesn’t show any sign of discomfort, diligently licking and sucking until you are so close to coming, your body a tightly wound mass of nerves. You catch his eyes flicking up to watch your reactions, and just as you are about to come, he pulls away, wiping his mouth away on his sleeve and grinning viciously. You cry out at the sudden loss of heat, writhing in distress. 

‘Don’t you think you deserve some punishment for ruining our evening? You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?’ He hisses, then pulls you toward him, forcing you to turn around. Disoriented from the disrupted orgasm and sudden movement, you flail for a moment, then hear the clink of Vyn removing his belt behind you. He grabs your hands and holds them together, using his belt to wrap your wrists snugly, but not too tight. Before anything else happens, he leans forward to where your face is, brushes your hair gently aside to whisper in your ear, ‘Pomegranate?’ 

You shake your head desperately. ‘Good girl,’ he tells you, stroking your hair. 

Then the brief moment of tenderness quickly passes as Vyn grabs your hips, your face sliding across the polished wood of the table and ass sticking up in the air, your cunt completely exposed, only your legs holding you up. Unable to see what’s going on behind you, you can only tremble in anticipation, the feel of Vyn’s hands roughly positioning you so he can enter you. 

His first thrust is not at all gentle, burying him to the hilt in your hot, slick cunt. You both cry out from the fullness, at how ready your cunt is for him. 

‘Look at you clenching around me, such a needy, desperate little slut,’ Vyn purrs, painfully dragging out his first few thrusts so that despite your limited range of movement, you are squirming and begging for more. 

‘More,’ You beg. ‘Please, Vyn, I need more.’ 

‘You will get more when I decide you deserve more,’ Vyn warns, slowing his hips even more, the promise of more friction hanging just out of reach. ‘It’s my turn to enjoy myself.’ 

You cry out in frustration, and are met with a ringing slap on your ass, the pain tingling deliciously. 

‘Can’t be helped,’ he sighs, pretending that you have forced him to this point, when you can tell that it is taking all of his own self-control not to just thrust into you with wild abandon. ‘You’re forcing me to play my hand, you naughty little thing. Do you want to see me lose control?’ 

He punctuates the last sentence with a vicious thrust, going deeper than before and making you squeal. The sound makes him stop, and he reaches beside you for a napkin. 

‘I think we need to work on your silence,’ Vyn says, hips still moving gently while his hands have left your hips and are doing something else. He leans down, pressing his weight against you and hand coming toward your face with the folded napkin. 

‘Open your mouth,’ he tells you, then puts the napkin delicately between your teeth. ‘Now, bite down. If you let the napkin fall, I can only assume it is because you intend on using our safe word, and in any event, that would mean our little game is over. If you want to continue, your only choice is to behave yourself.’ 

You bite down on the cloth napkin, and Vyn cocks his head sideways to look at your trapped face, giving you a wink before returning to his position behind you. He starts off with slow thrusts again, searching for the right angle, hips snapping leisurely into your ass, the sound of skin on skin turning you on more, if that was even possible. Your soft moans are muffled by the napkin, which is slowly soaking with saliva. 

‘Such a good girl,’ Vyn cooes as he thrusts deeply and you give a low, dull moan, trying to stifle your noises. ‘Let’s see how you do under more difficult conditions.’ 

He reaches down to grasp a handful of your hair, pulling your head upwards so that your spine is arched like a bow, and begins moving faster, each thrust of his cock a blinding shaft of light in equal parts pain and pleasure. If anyone were to walk in on you both right now, or even listen in on what was happening, they would hear a symphony of moaning, Vyn growling to tell you what a good girl you are, how well you are taking his cock, as if you were made for him. Your hands behind your back, back impossibly arched as he grips onto your hair, subject to the pleasure that is invading every part of your body. 

Vyn’s thrusts grow harder and more needy, and your cunt has begun to spasm, craving sweet release. 

‘I want to see your face when I make you cum,’ He rasps, and then pulls out, flipping you effortlessly onto your back, hair spilling out in all directions. Your arms are crushed behind your back, but the pain of your stretching shoulder joints is welcome, only adding to your pleasure. He is stretched out on top of you, mouth hungry, diving for your breasts, teasing your nipple with his tongue, hand reaching down to rub your clit in agonising circles, then slipping back inside you and groaning at the sensation. You cling on to the napkin for dear life, terrified that if you drop it, he might really stop, and leave you empty and wanting, just like that. 

But Vyn doesn’t stop. His eyes locked onto your face, he rubs your clit ceaselessly as he pounds into you, again and again in a vicious, desperate pace. 

‘Come for me, my love,’ he whispers, and like that, you are undone, waves of pleasure crashing through your body as your cunt clenches, legs shaking from the effort. A few more hard thrusts and Vyn joins you, thrusting deeply inside you one last time and then collapsing, his cock still throbbing as it fills you with cum. 

He only allows himself a few moments before quickly sitting you up to undo the restraints around your wrist, examining them for chafing, pressing a light kiss to each one when he finds you perfectly well and unharmed. 

‘Was I too rough?’ Vyn asks, hurrying to hand you his jacket. You shake your head, a mischievous grin on your face as you refuse to drop the napkin between your teeth. He blushes and removes it. You stretch your jaw a few times, which is slightly sore from clenching so hard, but will be fine in a few moments. 

‘Please, Vyn, I would have used the safe word if I was being hurt.’ You reassure him. ‘The only thing I regret is that I’m probably too tired to go through all that again.’ 

‘Too tired?’ Vyn’s smirk returns. ‘I hope not. There’s still a fireplace and a floor full of furs waiting for us.’ 

In the blink of an eye, you are swept up in his arms, and he is carrying you to the door, like a bride over the threshold of her new home. He hasn’t even bothered to put on any clothes, trousers long forgotten, and his dress shirt hanging loose. 

‘Vyn,’ you say, an idea suddenly coming into your mind. ‘You knew I wouldn’t be able to keep quiet, didn’t you?’ 

‘I will neither confirm nor deny my initial hypothesis,’ Vyn says. ‘But let’s just say, the outcome was above and beyond what I expected.’ 

As he carries you to the hall and the fireplace, two of his fingers have secretly slipped into your cunt once again, and you sneak a glance at him, grinning. 

[quietlyimplode]

ignite your bones

After the fall of General Dreykov, and the remnants of the Red Room still at large, Natasha first year at SHIELD is anything but healing. Labeled a traitor and a turncoat, Natasha tries to find her footing in a strange new world.

Whumptober 2024: Day 24 - I never knew daylight could be so violent. (No light, no light)

Warnings: whump/angst/therapy

Word Count: 2k (gif not mine)

Summary: Olivia needs help; but then again so does Natasha.

Masterlist

Whumptober Masterlist.

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Pain shoots through her abdomen and and she bows to it.

She doesn’t allow herself a cry of pain, only a huff of a breath and closes her eyes.

Her hand shakes as she empties the last of the tryptophan her heart sinking as she feels nauseousness rise and tremors shudder through her.

“Fuck,” she swears.

The night is going to be long.

She takes one of the last two tablets anyway knowing it’s only delaying the inevitable.

She sighs, laying down and trying to breathe through the pain.

Shield had the medications that she needed, but she didn’t quiet trust them.

Pain thrusts its way through her, making her clench her fists and forcing breath in and out consciously.

She decides in the moment to find Coulson or Fury. Shield is not safe but the two men would perhaps help.

She owed them, they owed her, and she’s sure she could call in a favour.

.

The seizure leaves her on the floor, her head pounding as she feels her consciousness return to her.

Wiping her mouth, she pushes herself up.

Hands still shaking, Olivia takes the last pill, hoping it makes her functional.

She knows she’s running out of time. She didn’t realise how close she was running out when she left.

Stupid, she berates herself.

Living in America had made her soft, dependant… Compliant.

If she was on her own, she’d have stocks, but instead, she’d just worked through the emergency medication knowing she’d have access to more.

Allowing herself a moment of self pity, she wonders just how to find the others, and slowly dresses herself.

The number she’d memorised for Fury may still work, and she contemplates if she’s able to make it to the closest pay phone.

The small apartment’s furniture helps her to move on shaking legs, and the walking stick she keeps in the closet feels like a good option.

Armed with a knife and sunglasses, she makes her way out to the harsh light of day.

Nauseous, she descends the stairs, tremors still wracking her body.

She can do this, she’s done much harder things.

One hundred steps, she tells herself.

When she reaches that, she counts 100 more.

At 345 she stops, breathing labored at the public pay phone.

“This better fucking work,” she mutters to herself, dialing the number.

Four rings in and she feels bile rise in her throat.

On the fifth, the phone picks up and she closes her eyes in relief.

“It’s bad,” she opens, “I need… what you owe me.”

Fury seems to understand.

“Safehouse six. I’ll organise for it to be sent there.”

He pauses.

“You owe me too. Don’t think I won’t collect.”

The phone hangs up and she groans, sinking to the floor, holding onto the walking stick and feeling another seizure coming on.

.

The knock at the door sets them all on edge.

Even though Fury calls to tell them that Olivia is coming, they all stand. Maria’s hand on her gun, Clint close to his bow and Natasha stands near the draw with the knives.

Coulson opens it, and finds Olivia standing there, just as Fury had said.

He opens the door wider, letting her in and showing the others that they have nothing to fear.

She enters, and Clint frowns.

“Are you… are you okay?”

The woman waves him off, and says something quietly to Coulson. He walks to the back room and returns alone.

“She needs some privacy and sleep,” he announces, much to all their confusion.

The shower starts running and Clint thinks of all the scenarios that could have had her looking so drawn and pale.

He turns back to the game of cards that he had been playing with Maria and swears as he loses again.

“I’m bored,” he complains.

Maria shares a look with him.

“How do we know Fury is okay?” she asks, much to Coulson’s annoyance.

“He’s okay,” he assures, “but if you want to go help, then fine, I can’t stop you.”

Maria grins at Clint.

“I’ll let you know how I go.”

“He’s gonna be angry,” Clint assumes, throwing the cards to the container.

“Nah; he’ll be appreciative. Who reads the lackies of Shield, better than me?”

Coulson sighs.

“I should go with you.”

He looks to the door that Olivia just moved through, and sits back down.

“Go. Call me in four hours and tell me what’s happening.” He looks at time.

“Four hours okay?”

Maria grabs the keys and a piece of pizza.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll call,” she smiles, pleased to have something to do.

The evening feels early, even though it’s 6pm, the sun moving to sleep. Maria reveals in the fresh air; and heads for shield.

.

Natasha lays on the couch. She’d opted to take first watch.

Olivia was still in the room, door closed having not come out since she went in.

Coulson in the other room, and Clint gently snoring on the other couch.

She doesn’t feel tired.

Probably, would be unable to sleep anyway.

If nightmares plagued her like they did in the cabin, she would have the whole house on edge.

At least the cell was soundproofed.

Here, she thinks she would wake up the whole apartment block.

Clint has eyed her when she’d offered to take first watch, and she had nodded assuringly.

Maria had called to say she was with Fury, he hadn’t sent her away much to Coulson’s surprise.

Coulson had decided he’d return in the morning, barring no incidents during the night.

Natasha was determined to just let them sleep.

She liked the darkness, and with others around, she was sure she wouldn’t be seeing anything… anyone.

Lost in her own thoughts, she catches movement on her left and stands to confront it.

“It’s me,” Olivia announces quietly.

Natasha sits up straighter.

The psychiatrist moves into the dimly lit room, and then to the kitchen finding water and taking a sip.

She downs two pills as Natasha watches on in interest.

“I’m defective,” she says, noticing Natasha watching her.

“They experimented with us, trialing… god knows what, to try and make us better soldiers. And they succeeded but at a cost.”

Olivia’s eyes rake over Natasha.

“Shield has drugs that help combat the symptoms. The Red Room would have just killed me.”

She feels scrutinized and wants to hear so much more of her experience of the Red Room.

It’s like piecing together bits of her own history, things she’s forgotten, things that have been wiped.

Part of the debrief had asked so many basic questions that she should know, but couldn’t retrieve it.

Experimented was right.

Natasha moves to seat at the bench to sit across from her.

Her face itches where the cut on her forehead is healing, and she suppresses the urge to touch it. Her whole body is itchy, uncomfortable and foreign.

Olivia looks to Clint, and deciding he’s asleep enough, starts to make coffee.

Natasha watches practices motions and refrains from talking.

She wants to ask her so much.

Waiting until Olivia sits, Natasha takes an offered coffee and they sip it together.

“Ask, if you need to,” she tells her, voice tired and resigned.

Natasha has so many, she thinks of the last couple of days. How impaired she had been to take care of herself, of Clint and how, if she was back in the red room, she would have been killed ten fold by now.

“How do you stop the nightmares? The flashbacks? How do I… I can’t sleep and then when I do… it bleeds into the day. I try.. But everything in me keeps remembering.”

Natasha holds back, the feelings and worries that have been plaguing her, she wishes she knew how to articulate them.

She feels like she’s going insane.

Wounds wide open and she can’t stop remembering.

Olivia looks at her, takes a slow sip of her drink.

“Your mind is an open wound, they’ve dug into in debrief and left it bleeding.”

Natasha nods.

It’s exactly what it is.

She feels like an exposed raw nerve.

Olivia sets down her coffee.

“We don’t have a lot of time together. Not what you need anyway.”

She sighs heavily, fatigue seeming to weigh her down, but the kindness and patience that she has always shown to Natasha remains.

“It’s not fair, that you have to deal with this. So the coping mechanisms I’m going to say to you I want you to use when and where possible. There are going to be a myriad of times, where they don’t work, but for a lot of the times it will.”

Natasha swallows, understanding what she’s saying.

“We haven’t the time so I need you to listen. To hear me. Okay?”

Olivia doesn’t even wait for her to respond.

“Being triggered, doesn’t apply to you because your nervous system is always going to be heightened, walking on eggshells, and when they crack, is likely going to be when you will feel it. With or without flashbacks, the emotions will come, and you won’t always understand it. When this happens I need you to note that it’s there, label it and stay with it, even for a moment.”

The urgency in her voice makes Natasha give undivided attention.

She doesn’t notice that Clint sits up, moves closer; but Olivia does.

“Emotions, they try and tell us something, things we aren’t subconsciously aware of, they sit in our body, in our chest, sometimes like a weight, sometimes like itch you can’t scratch. They can sit in our minds; numbing us to the world that’s happening around us. In small ways, in big ways too.”

Natasha feels her face grow hot.

Olivia’s words are true and she knows it.

“Work on finding where the emotion is in your body. Close your eyes, for a moment and extend your mind out. Learn Natasha, learn about emotions, their labels and how they feel. The Red Room didn’t care and the words you have for emotions mean nothing. You have to learn beyond happy and sad.”

Natasha swallows.

“Learn what happiness feels like, and remember it so you have something to compare it to. Learn anger, and how it’s different to hatred. Disappointment. Anxiety. Frustration. You know these in a sense, but your education on them is poor.”

Olivia stops, taking a breath and then a sip of her coffee, acknowledging Clint.

“Accept help from those that are willing but don’t trust blindly. You have your own thoughts and feelings and they matter too. Do you hear me?”

Olivia talks softer.

“They never taught you, because they never wanted you to know, how smart and powerful you are. The feelings and emotions and the rawness of it all won’t last forever. But when it comes do something with it. Do something with your hands like shooting a gun at the range, clean, shower, breathe. Anything that you can do that acknowledges the feelings but doesn’t erase them.”

She reaches across and grabs at Natasha’s hand, pulling her sleeve up to expose raw handcuffed chaffed wrists.

“Nights will be the hardest,” she acknowledges, “but they will get better.”

Natasha pulls away, embarrassed.

“Feel it,” encourages Olivia, “try not to hide from it.”

The silence in the room extends; but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“What if I can’t?” Natasha whispers.

Olivia smiles.

“Then you can’t. And you try again next time. This is not pass or fail. This is not the stakes of the Red Room. You won’t die because you can’t do something; even though it might feel like it.”

Finishing her coffee, Olivia stands.

“I’m truly sorry, Natasha, for everything you’ve been through. I can see why you’ve made it this far. I believe our paths will cross again, but it might not be for a while.”

Natasha nods, biting down on her lip.

The one person that understood her and everything she had been through… disappointment and grief floods her.

She feels it.

Olivia touches her hand again.

“You’re not without support.”

She nods to Clint.

Coulson bustles in and looks at the two women and Clint.

Daylight streams through the windows and Natasha feels herself withdraw.

.

[badbf-cb]

Hyunjin sat quietly like his friend asked. The whole situation made him sick to his stomach but he still trusted her. He would have even sat there the rest of the night… until he saw two familiar figures… no, three. So, against Minji’s orders, Hyunjin crept from the car and followed Beomgyu and Hanse as they carried Yoona into the building. 

He could hear the little girl’s chatter about everything she was doing with her Auntie when Hanse picked her up. She was always so excited to play games with him that she didn’t think twice about hearing her auntie’s worried voice calling for her.

Hanse and Beomgyu walked into the room, Yoona on their hip. Seeing her daughter so close to Hanjae sent Minji into a spiral. All her work on keeping the girl safe was undone by the two men she called friend.

Before Minji could get her hands on Gyu, Hanse grabbed her and held her tight. “Please don’t fight me. I don’t want to hurt you, noona,” Hanse whispered in her ear. “Please.”

Gyu held onto Yoona and tapped her nose. “Remember what I said? Sing your favorite song in your head as loud as you can.” He held her head against his shoulder, away of the sight of the adults acting like fools. 

“Did you really think I wasn’t going to have a back up for my back up?” Hanjae sneered at Minji. “I told you I wanted her and I’m gong to get her.” 

“One of you will leave… the other, well they won’t be so lucky,” Hanjae hissed and jabbed Tae with the end of his knife. “Since I’m such a magnanimous man, I’ll let you two decide which one it’ll be.” 

Hanse held the knife to Minji’s throat, pinning her to the wall. Despite the white knuckled grip on the knife his eyes didn’t hold the same conviction. He looked at the woman that was his friend. The one that even after everything he had done, still took care of him. 

“No funny business or I swear both of you won’t be leaving here,” Hanjae said pointing his gaze to Minji.

Before he said the last words, the decision had already been made.

Taeyong knew what he was going to do was the best option. The only option. He couldn’t leave Yoona without her mom, especially if it meant Hanjae getting his hands on her… He also knew that Raiden would never forgive him. He wouldn’t be coming home to his family but at least there was Raiden to keep them safe. 

He grabbed Hanjae’s wrist and held it steady. Just a little higher and to the left. He remembered what Minji did last time he had a blade in his stomach. Taeyong took a deep breath and impaled himself. He knew it was right when it was harder to breathe… He was going to drown in his own blood.

“You fucking idiot!” Hanjae yelled as blood covered his hands. He watched his old friend smile and stumble back against the wall. “Doesn’t matter. When I’m finished here I was planning to visit your little family soon anyway. What do you think that husband of yours will say? Hmh?”

Taeyong smiled, causing confusion. He sat on the floor bleeding out and he laughed. “I want you to. I want you to meet the man that I love and for some reason loves me. I want you to be the one to tell him it’s my blood that stains your hands.” His eyes drifted to his friend and forced a painfull smile. “Please… please make sure they know how much I love them.

“Tae? Taeyong?” Minji cried and broke free of Hanse’s grasp. She rushed and fell at his side, trying in vain to stop the blood coating her hands. “You’re stupid. So stupid. What were you thinking?”

Even as he sat, struggling to breathe, he wasn’t scared. Not of death. He knew he would see his husband and children again. He was more afraid of his husband after breaking his promise to them. 

The edges of his vision blurred and faded to black. He couldn’t hear anything. It was strange. He could see Minji moving her lips and Gyu covering Yoona’s eyes… but it was silent. Silent and cold. 

Hanjae let a strangled groan of frustration out and lunged for Minji. He almost had his hands in her hair when he was snapped back, his head slamming into something hard. “You said no one would be hurt. You only wanted to talk,” Hanse growled in his ear. He looked at the terrified woman scrambling to hold her baby and his friend… even if using the term loosely, lay on the floor. The color of his cheeks a paleness he knew too well. 

“I can see who the brains of you two are,” Hanjae spat at Hanse, trying to get out of his grasp with no luck. His head was pressed into the wall harder with each time he struggled. 

As if from the shadows, Hyunjin walked behind Beomgyu and took Yoona from his arms. There was no fight or struggle. Yoona squirmed to look around to see what all the commotion was. She huffed with annoyance. The adults never let her in on their secrets.

“Minji, come on,” Gyu said softly. “I need to get you home.” Tears stained her cheeks as he tried to pry her from her lifeless friend’s body. “Minji, please. We need to take you and Yoona home.” 

She slipped out of his reach and charged for Hanse. Slapping and kicking him with a scream and grunt. No one stood in her way as blow after blow she cried and used her energy. Only then, when Gyu dragged her away did she give up and leave. 

Minji, Hyunjin, Yoona and Beomgyu stood outside and waited for Hanse. He appeared with sticky red covering his shirt and pants, Taeyong in his arms. His heart broke when he met the hopeful eyes, searching for any sign of life from the man in his arms. He only shook his head. 

“Put him in the car,” Beomgyu said. “We will take him with us. You three follow behind.” For once, he stood straight and authority radiated from him. No one argued, only followed his orders. “I’ll call Jaebeom. I’ll take the blame for this. I’ll call his… Fuck… He’s going to kill me isn’t he?”

Minji clung to her daughter and snorted a soft laugh. The girl slept in her arms with no clue what happened. No idea that her world would never be the same. “And Hanjae?” she asked, looking at Hanse.

“The little fucker is quick but don’t worry, noona. I’ll make sure we find him,” Hanse promised. 

[koralinewrites]

Got 60 Subaru headcannons?

Subaru's my favorite of the 6 Brothers. I just think he's an angsty adorable dork in need of a hug and some therapey. Though to be honest I like all of the Sakamaki siblings quite a bit. Followup I adore your writing and your thoughts about these charecters. Liking your blog so far. Also you've sold me on liking Laito a whole lot more. Before I didn't really like him as much as some of the others. However you've convinced me otherwise and I like him a lot more now.

AWWW I’m so happy I sold you on Laito! He’s my tragic little wife (aka a grown ass man) and he needs more love 😭

As for Subaru headcanons, he was who I was working on next!! @rainhacelestedastrevas tagging you as this was part of your previous ask!

also I’m gonna add a TW for self harm/suicidal topics, as this IS Subaru we’re talking about here-

60* Subaru Headcanons

*ish

Listens to Hozier and Lana Del Ray

And also Evanescence, Paramore, and Nxcre 

but that should be common knowledge-

Doesn’t have a favorite food because of lack of taste (I think) but is a big texture eater

Likes jello because of the texture, for example

And crunchy things, like chips

Eating is just a way to ‘stim’, basically?

Has the best fashion sense of his brothers

Owns a lot of jewelry

Is a TOTAL romantic

Would never admit it, but has fantasized about being with someone who actually loves him

Secretly reads cheesy romance books

The closeness of the coffin comforts him

Makes him feel safe and secure for once

Favorite color is actually gold

Actually really good at drawing

Loves horror movies

70s/80s/90s classic slashers, to be exact

Halloween, Friday the 13th, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Nightmare on Elm Street, Scream, etc.

Plays video games

Would actually really like DND if he had anyone to play it with-

I stand by the fact that he’d play an assassin rogue half-drow

And project HEAVILY onto said character

Other video games he plays are things like Little Misfortune, What Remains of Edith Finch, Sally Face, etc.

Sadder games with heavy topics, basically

Is an actual albino, not just genes from Karlheinz and Christa

Because of that, his eyes do that shaky thing

Very subconscious about that

Doesn’t like making eye contact for that reason

Used to clench his fists so hard his nails would draw blood from his palms

Has broken every bone in his hands at least once

Had to use that one nail polish that tastes bad so he’d stop biting his nails

Has thought about cutting, but ultimately decided against it

Scratches himself though

Sometimes subconsciously, sometimes on purpose

Is why he keeps his nails longer

Any scratches heal without scars

But sometimes wishes he could have them

Nail polish helps by dulling the edges of his nails

Thinks about killing himself at least every three days

Sometimes just stares at his knife

Playing with it, twirling it in his fingers

Just thinking

Has only ever actually tried once in the past

Laito walked in at the right moment, though

Speaking of which, has somewhat ‘bonded’ with Laito

Not that close

Just have talks with each other when either gets REALLY bad

Sometimes wishes he was human

So he could either die easier or be able to drink his problems away

[glitteringsunshine]

Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x reader wife.

NSFW ,MDNI

Trigger warning: knife play. 

You have been assigned to go over allocation of funds and budget planning as State’s  liaison with NCIS on a special joint Navy and state intelligence  project and hatch out a strategy.  You negotiate with a certain Leroy Jethro Gibbs. You have a sneaking suspicion why the NCIS director has assigned him for the job. This guy hates the bureaucratic processes. But he is really great at intimidating  people. No wonder he is the best interrogator at law enforcement history. With you often hailed as the best negotiator in diplomatic services, Vance wanted someone who could match you. It is one thing to talk with a man as stubborn as Gibbs. It’s a different game when you are secretly married to him.  The talks led to no resolutions leaving you both frustrated. 

You had gone to your office at the state department after the talks , trying hard to come up with a policy that is both agreeable to NCIS and state.  Your head ached as you entered home. Jethro was already home. You heard him working on his boat in the basement. As you made your way down the stairs , Jethro looked up. 

“ Done hiding in the office?” he asked. 

“ I didn’t  want to argue anymore. Wanted to keep the fighting  restricted at work. You sigh.”

“ So the best way to do that is avoid coming home till  late into the night ,hoping I would be asleep by then?” he said as he held you by the waist pulling you close to him.”

“ Didn’t  say it was a good idea.” You sigh.

“ No. It sure isn’t .” leaning in close , with his lips inches away from yours. 

“ I don’t want to fight either , but I would rather fight with you than avoiding you.” Gibbs declared as he claimed your lips. This was not a soft gentle kiss. It was a madly passionate  ,demanding one. You kissed him back with full vigour till you both had to break it for air. He rested his forehead against yours as both of you closed your eyes feeling each other’s warmth. 

“ Here, I got this for you” he said, taking out a small pocket knife and handing it to you.

“ It’s blunt , and hence 100 percent safe. It won’t break skin.” He continued. A blushed as you remembered that you had confessed to him about getting him to fuck you on as he held a knife. Of course he wouldn’t  do it with a real life. He would never compromise your safety. 

“ Jethro” you moan desire pooling in your core. 

“ I need you to remember baby , that I will stop whenever you want me to. Remember your safe words honey?” 

You nod as Jethro kisses you, reassuringly this time. 

“ Ready ?” he asks.

“ Yes babe. Treat me like your little slut.” You whisper. Jethro’s eyes glimmer with arousal. He knows exactly what you want and he is really eager to do that. 

He turns you and hold the knife against your throat from behind. He leaves a trail of kisses on your neck as you moan. He turns you around as you face him. 

“ Strip whore” he commands and you clench your core with arousal as you hear his words. You unbutton your shirt as you pull it off from your body. He gets impatient and unhooks the bra himself. He softly grazes the knife against your breasts before cupping your breasts and flicking your nipples with his fingers. He pushes you on the workbench and engulfs a nipple in his mouth allowing his tongue to work it’s magic. He simultaneously  runs the knife against your thighs. He bunches your skirt up before taking off your panties. He feels the wetness inside you. 

“ My slut is really horny. Look at that pussy dripping” he chuckles. 

“ Now kneel” he commands and you follow. He offers up your fingers and you suck them tasting your juices. He sits down gesturing you to come towards him. You crawl towards him. He settles you on his lap ass up on the air. You feel his hardness and chuckle. 

“ Little brat” he pretends to chide you but clearly enjoys your bratty side. He rubs your ass before spanking you. 

“ Count” he orders. 

 You look up to him mischievously. You nod your head and say “ Nope”. 

You giggle rubbing yourself against his manhood. He shoves his fingers inside you hitting the right point. He pumps in and out. As you are on the edge, he stops tasting you in his fingers. You groan in protest. He chuckles and repeats yourself. “ Nope”. You pout. 

He kneels you against the workbench and takes of his belt. He kneads your butt before hitting it with the belt. He ensures that the impact is low so it does not sting. 

“ One” you whisper. 

“ So my slut knows how to count” he chuckled as he hit you again. 

“ Two” 

“  Forgetting something ?” he grins.

“ Sir. Two Sir”.

“ Good girl” he pats your head. He spreads your legs with his knees. He unzips his pants and lines his cock with your pussy. He enters you with a deep thrust. You felt the fullness of his cock as he moved inside you. He could feel you are close as your walls clench against him. 

“ Oh love you are so tight” he hoarsely whispers . 

“ Jethro ,Sir please” you say. 

“ Yes love”

“ I am gonna cum”. 

“ Not yet baby girl. “

“ Jethro please”

“ Shsh baby girl , take it like a good girl” he whispers as he softly bites your neck. He slows down is pace edging you before he paced his thrusts. 

“ Jethro I , I please” you mumbled unable to form a coherent sentence in the throes of pleasure. 

“ Tell me what you want love”.

“ Please, please let me cum” 

“ Okay” 

That’s all you needed as you unfurled on his words. He sat down pulling you on his lap. 

“ Turn around and ride me” he commands. 

You know how much he loves to look into your eyes when he fucks you. You straddle him. You moved with him .  He grazed the knife against you as he trusted deep hitting the right spots. You closed your eyes as you felt a wave of pleasure emanating from your core. 

“ look at me” he said hoarsely.  You look up seeing how his eyes mirrored your pleasure. He held you right against him. 

“ Cum for me baby girl. Please” he says.  The please really did it for you as you cum on his command. He does not slow down and holds you as you enter a state of euphoria. 

“Jethro please , please” you cry out as you feel another orgasm nearing. 

“ Yes baby girl . Cum. You don’t need my permission”.

“ I ,I want your cum. I want to feel your cum inside me when I cum. I want us to cum together” you cry.  

“ Okay” he nods.

You clench against him , feeling the orgasm. “ Jethro now” you say . He claims your lips silencing your moans as ropes and ropes of his cum hits your insides as you cum on his cock.  

“ Wow” he whispers.

“ Thank you” you say. 

“ I love you wifey”. He says

“ I love you too Jethro.”

You take out a gobble of his cum from your pussy before tasting it. 

“ That’s hot” he says as you chuckle. But before you can taste him again he takes your fingers and tastes himself.  He cups your face and gently kissed the top of your head. “ My sweet girl” he whispers “I love you so much” . 

“ Me too Jethro” you whisper as you hands you a glass of water. 

“ Now hydrate” he says as he pats your head. 

That’s another thing you love about your husband. He never skims on aftercare. Truth be told you love everything about him.