#ohhh it all sounds so sharp and new

[anna-scribbles]

taylor swift is killing me with her mind

[jesuistrestriste]

thinking about your art mommy and breeding kink fics and just imagining him feeling comfortable calling you mommy but not indulging in his other kink . Until one day you’re about to sink down on him in cowgirl and you say ‘there’s a new rule okay? You can’t pull out…under any circumstances.’ And he’s so confused and flustered because you always tell him to pull out or use protection but this time you want him to cum inside you over and over and he’s just moaning ‘mommy mommy gonna cum’ constantly - he’ll do anything for you and he’s so desperate and excited he’s finally getting to breed you

just thoughts yknow

all your fics are amazing by the way 🫶🏻

awwwww:(( yea he’s so precious

like if you sit down on his cock and let it rest inside you for a minute while you coo in his ear; little words of encouragement.. he’s gone. his hands desperately clinging to yours while tears spring to his eyes and he whimpers, feeling himself twitch inside your walls. “mommy…” he whines, wiggling his hips under yours and begging you—without the proper words—to start riding him properly

and when you do, he’s making the prettiest sounds. you get to watch his eyes roll back into his head and his bottom lip quiver as he relishes in the feeling of you squeezing around his throbbing dick. it’s leaking globs of precome inside you with every bounce of your ass over his pelvis, and he’s nearly crying..

“gonna come, mommy, gonna come ‘nside you, mommy, muh-mommy, mommynghh—“

the tension in his stomach coils tight and he starts to move his body to meet yours, forcing his eyes open to look to your face; searching for any sign of approval.

you smile down at him and moan, and he gasps in sharp bursts, “ohhh, mommy! i’m, please, i’m— i’m gonna—! gonna! come, come come come—“

he’s totally incoherent by the time he’s bucking and slamming himself tight up against you, whimpering as he squirts his load warmly into the depths of your core. he bumps your cervix and coats your insides, squeezing your palms against his as he shudders. “mmmnn.. gonna get you pregnant, mommy… please keep it all inside.. you’ll keep my come, won’t you?” he begs, pouting like a guilty puppy :(

[doki-doki-imagines]

hi! maybe a little self indulgent but was wondering if you could write a lil drabble of earthrealm gang x yn (fem y/n if possible) but she’s related to shang tsung in some way (idk sister, daughter if u wanna get real silly) and shes just as pretty but just as mean :3c ty!

author note: In some the reader is the sister in others the daughter. Going for hcs for my mental health :)

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Johnny Cage: -He doesn't completely trust you, even if damn, you are hot. -Like he can't resist flirting with you even if it means getting the harshest rejection ever. -At this point, it is a challenge more than anything else. Once one of your failed potions exploded right into his face while he was blabbering one of his cheesy pickup lines. "You are smoking." "Hot?" "No, just smoking." You reply, pinching a strand of hair still on fire, extinguishing it. -You know 99% of boys stop flirting just before getting a date? Johnny's positive mindset won't let him fall for this trap. -Maybe you'll fall for his loserboy behavior…

Kenshi Takahashi: -Mh the ex-yakuza doesn't trust you one bit. Even if you never betrayed them. -It's just that you like lying a bit too much for his liking. -"I'll keep an eye on you." You chuckle "What eye? I don't see any on your face." You shrug his words off. -Nobody has ever been blacklisted this fast in Kenshi's mind. -But for real, he'll keep your every step checked ready to attack at any of your missteps. -"If you like spying on me so much you could take me out on a date so I can answer all your questions." You hear him choking on his saliva before snapping back. "How do you know I'm spying on you?" Your eyes widened getting closer to him "So I was right? You are spying on me? Damn, you must be so down bad for me-" -The idea of falling one of Wu Shi mountains sounds so good now for Kenshi. "Come pick me up at 9 p.m. and take me to a nice place it has been so long since I've eaten something nice." -Seems like Kenshi has a new problem to deal with. -Also because Madame Bo is the only place nearby…

Kung Lao: -He doesn't trust you at all, your mother may have been a nice woman but your father is terrible! And with your sharp words, Lao thinks you have taken his personality too. -"Begone sorcerer! My hat will slice you in two if you take another step closer." "I'm sure my words have done more damage than that stupid hat." -Actually, a friendship will develop thanks to your constant fights, not always won by you. -Raiden better if you stay alert, you have two sly foxes in the temple now

Raiden: -He isn't as wary as the others, after all you haven't done anything wrong. Being born from such an evil guy doesn't make you evil. -But damn, you can be so harsh with him at times. More than once Raiden wanted to remind you that if it wasn't for him you would be homeless and a loser just like your father. -But then Raiden remembers it's actually thanks to Liu Kang if you are there and bites his tongue. -You are also one of the few people able to make Raiden snap! Most monks never saw such fury before he met you. -"You should thank me. Weak minds don't last much in battle." "If you expect me to thank you for pissing me off you'll have to wait your entire lifetime, snotty sorcerer."

Liu Kang: -When he created this new timeline he hoped a sister could tone down Shang Tsung's evil intentions. -But at the end he threw you away, treating you like a stepping stone to the road to achieve his goal. -So Liu Kang took you in. That doesn't mean you will so easily forgive him for his mistake. -Your words slice his heart frequently. Not because you want to cry about your condition, it's mostly your fault after all, but simply because you like to tease that raw nerve that awakens a usually hidden side of him. -"Shut your mouth or I'll seal your lips forever!" "Ohhh-" you coo at his words "But then how I'll latch my lips at your throat? You seemed to like it yesterday." You say, pressing a finger on the spot where the hickey should be, already recovered thanks to his godly nature. -Liu Kang stomps his right foot on the ground before running out from your lab. How he can love you so much and despise you at the same time is something he still has to wrap his head around.

Geras: -A saint. You may tease, joke, just be nasty and Geras will reply with the calmest voice ever. -Liu Kang told him to make you feel at home and Geras takes his job seriously. -You nagged him a lot about the hourglass, making you take a small peak at it but he never let you close. -"You are too serious Geras, loosen up a little." "It's to compensate for your lack of rules." -You still have to warm up to each other…

Bi-Han: -He doesn't like you. AT ALL. -Bi-Han looks at you with a face dripping with scorn. Even if you are taller than him, he'll make you feel like an ant. -If you tease him too much he'll snap back and won't keep himself from hitting you. -But if you stroke his ego, promising him strength and glory… -As your brother told you "If you want men to do what you want stroke their ego and they will be at your feet." -He also did an analogy comparing the ego to a di- Okay I think the point is clear.

Kuai Liang: -He doesn't trust you, but if Liu Kang decided to keep you with them he won't oppose his decision. -Liang will often ask to train with you, mostly to test your skill level and eventually prepare for a future betrayal. -Also your lab will be often spied, checking if your experiments are safe and good for Earthrealm. -Till one day Liang found a small card on your desk "Train better your men, I could tell someone sneaked in the first time. Shirai Ryu won't last long otherwise." -He tightens the grip on the card, rolling it up before throwing it on the ground. -Liang was the only one that has been spying on you…

Tomas Vrbada: -He doesn't trust you immediately but he is one of the few to give you a chance. -Tomas won't be like a dog, following you around and completely trusting you, but he'll be one to bring you a hot beverage in cold winters when you are alone in your lab. -He answers wittily to your words and rarely he gets dejected. -"I suppose you won't survive in the Lin Kueis if you had a weak mind or if you are simply an idiot…" You whisper out, Tomas' ears catching your words anyway. "…You thought I was an idiot?" -You'd like to reply "Why the paste tense? I still do." but you decide to bite your tongue. You don't mind his company after all.

[jakexneytiri]

neteyam drilling into u till ur exhausted cause u couldnt sleep and asked him for help🫣

HECK YEAH. ily for this (18+ content)

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your eyes snap open for the third time tonight, failing numerous attempts to sleep your arousal off.

peeking over, you glance at your mate, who’s sound asleep beside you. not wanting to bother him in his peaceful state, you turn back over, lowering a hand to your own loincloth. if he couldn’t help you, you’d have to help yourself.

you let a few fingers slip underneath the fabric, toying with yourself. taking two fingers, you swirl them around your sensitive bud, in an attempt to relieve yourself so you could finally sleep.

finding no relief with that method, you plunge two digits into your warm core, your arousal dripping on the mat below. aimlessly working your fingers in and out of your folds, you grow tired finding no relief from that option either.

frustrated, you yank your fingers out, looking over at your mate, who’s still asleep.

“teyam?” you ask, biting your lip.

he stirs, before snapping his eyes open, shifting to prop himself up on his forearm as he looks over at you.

“my love?” he notices tears pooling in your eyes, and he grows concerned, until he sees your other hand covered in your own slick. “what is…wrong?” he hesitates with the last word, as his eyes remain on your glistening fingers.

you run your hand over his loincloth, immediately feeling him harden beneath your touch.

“i need help, te-te. i need you, please. i can’t sleep.” you say, as you begin to palm your mate through his loincloth.

a low groan escapes the back of his throat as he unties his loincloth, cock springing up to his lower abdomen with a sharp smack. the tip was throbbing, already leaking his arousal.

“see what you do to me, mate? and i’m not even inside you yet.” he says, throwing his leg over your waist as he mounts you.

you eagerly spread your legs, slick dripping out of your folds as you open yourself further for him. he lines himself up with your entrance, and with a snap of his hips, sinks his entire length into you.

“o-ohhh ‘teyam!” you cry out. he immediately begins thrusting in and out of you, grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist.

“that’s it, pretty girl.” he pants, lowering his lips to your neck as he sucks on the sweet spot just behind your ear.

“m-more, please!” you beg, fingers digging into the skin on his back, clinging to him as he relentlessly thrusts into you.

“more, hm?” he pulls out suddenly, making you whimper from the loss of contact. grabbing you by the waist, he flips you onto your stomach. yanking you up by your hips, he sinks into you again.

“oh! oh, ohhhh nete please!” the pressure from a new angle is all you needed for your release to approach.

“you’re so beautiful when you beg.” he pants, as his skin smacks against yours.

your orgasm shoots through you, dripping down your thighs, as you fall limp to the mat beneath you. all he needed was to feel your walls fluttering around him, sending him into his own release. he continues rocking his hips against yours, filling you deep with his hot, sticky seed.

gently removing himself, he lays beside you, pulling you up onto his chest. kissing your forehead, he asks “sleepy yet?”

“mmmmm.” you mumble against his chest, finally dozing off to sleep for the night.

[nameless-jamie]

TARTT'S CORNER - Jamie Tartt x Y/N

Masterlist - Next Chapter

Chapter 4: Kickoff at Nelson Road

Jamie’s sprawled on his couch, his legs dangling over the edge, tapping the edge of his phone rhythmically against his palm. The thought of waiting another week to see Y/N gnawed at him. He scrolled through his photos—ones the lads had taken of him mid-trick shot or celebrating a goal. Most were good, but none of them were great. Then he stumbles over a shared post of him and Striker’s Corner Podcast. Great just as he stopped thinking about her.

He wanted an excuse to see Y/N again. He didn’t want to wait until next week when training resumed, so he typed out a message, backspaced, retyped, and deleted again, feeling the rare prick of self-doubt creep in. This wasn’t his usual confidence—it wasn’t about charm or trying to prove he was the best. It was something more. He just wanted to see her smile again; to hear the way she teased him with that sharp wit of hers. He wanted to make her laugh.

He opened his phone for the fiftieth time, staring at the blank text message screen. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, typing and deleting. Hey, wanna come to Nelson Road? No... too eager. He tried again.

Finally, he settled on something that sounded casual. Oi, thought you might want to swing by Nelson Road tomorrow—could get some “behind-the-scenes” shots for your podcast or whatever. The lads are training, and the lighting’s decent for pics. Come round, yeah?

He hit send before he could overthink it.

As the message delivered, Jamie sat back, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. She’d probably tease him for using “lighting’s decent” as an excuse, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was seeing her again. He set the phone down and stared at the ceiling, already imagining her reaction.

The midday sun filtered through the café’s large windows, casting a golden glow over the cozy interior.

Y/N sat across from Keeley in a bustling coffee shop, filled with the scent of freshly ground beans and the hum of quiet chatter. She’d been trying to focus on Keeley’s story about a new skincare brand she was helping promote, but her phone buzzed on the table, drawing her attention.

“You should’ve seen their faces when I told them we needed a full rebrand,” Keeley said, laughing as she mimicked the wide-eyed look of her clients. “I swear they thought I was speaking another language!”

“Sorry,” Y/N mumbled, flipping the phone over.

Keeley arched a brow, sipping her latte. “Someone important?”

Y/N glanced at the screen, biting her lip to hold back a smile when she saw Jamie’s name. She opened the message, her cheeks heating as she read his invitation.

Keeley’s sharp eyes caught the subtle shift in Y/N’s demeanor. “Who’s that?”

“Uh, no one,” Y/N replied quickly, unlocking her phone to read the message.

Her lips twitched into a small smile as she read Jamie’s invitation over again. Behind-the-scenes content, huh? It wasn’t a bad idea for the podcast, but the idea of spending the day at Nelson Road, watching Jamie train, was far more appealing than she cared to admit.

Keeley raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with a smirk. “That’s not a ‘no one’ smile. Spill.”

“It’s, uh…just Jamie,” Y/N said, trying to sound casual.

Keeley’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ohhh, just Jamie, is it? What’s he saying?”

“Nothing, really,” Y/N said, failing to hide the smile that crept across her face. “He invited me to Nelson Road tomorrow. For podcast stuff.”

Keeley smirked knowingly. “Right, ‘podcast stuff.’ Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her amusement. “It’s not like that. He probably just wants some social media coverage or something. You know Jamie—he loves the attention.”

“Uh-huh,” Keeley said, leaning forward with a grin. “And you’re just smiling at your phone because of work. Got it.”

“The episode with him really skyrocketed in views, can you blame me,” Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

Keeley’s teasing stuck with her, though. It made her wonder—was she reading too much into Jamie’s invitation? Or not enough? It’s for the podcast, it’s work.

Y/N arrived at Nelson Road the next morning, her bag slung over one shoulder and a curious buzz of energy following her. The stadium was as impressive as always, the green pitch stretching out under the morning sun. The sounds of laughter and shouted instructions carried through the air as the players warmed up. The players were already warming up, passing the ball back and forth with a casual ease that spoke to their skill.

Jamie was the first to spot her. His face lit up, and he jogged over, a smug grin plastered on his face. “Oi, look who decided to show up,” he said, hands on his hips.

“Don’t get too excited,” Y/N replied, smirking. “I’m here for the podcast, not for you.”

“Right,” Jamie said, clearly unfazed. “Come on, I’ll show you around. Thought you might want to see how a proper football team trains.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow but followed him onto the field. Last year she literally got to watched FC Bayern Munich train on their original training grounds in Germany, but she won’t brag and burst his bubble with that. She was soon surrounded by the other players, all of whom greeted her warmly. Sam gave her a cheerful wave, Dani offered his usual infectious smile, and Isaac gave her an approving nod.

“Y/N!” Dani called out. “Welcome to Nelson Road! Are you here to watch Jamie embarrass himself?”

“Oi!” Jamie called from a few feet away, glaring at Dani. “I don’t embarrass myself.”

Y/N laughed, the playful banter making her feel like part of the team. “I’m here for work,” Y/N said, though her tone was light.

Jamie, clearly not wanting to lose control of the narrative, clapped his hands. “Alright, alright, back to training! Stop crowding her!”

But it was clear the team wasn’t in a hurry to leave her side. They peppered her with questions about her podcast, asking about her favorite players and her opinion on AFC Richmond’s latest matches. Jamie stood off to the side, watching with a mix of amusement and annoyance as his teammates monopolized her attention.

Eventually, Y/N found herself standing next to Roy Kent, who greeted her with a gruff, “Oi, how you doing?”

“Good,” Y/N said, smiling. “How about you, Royo?”

Roy grunted but didn’t move away when Y/N started chatting with him about the team’s recent performance.

Jamie’s jaw nearly dropped when he saw Roy laugh—actually laugh—at something Y/N said. And then they hugged. They hugged.

“What the fuck?” Jamie muttered under his breath.

“Is something wrong, Jamie?” Dani asked, stepping up beside him.

“No amigo,” Jamie said quickly, forcing a grin. “Just...didn’t know Roy was such a softy.”

Dani chuckled. “Y/N has a beautiful way with the people. She just brings out the best in everyone.”

Jamie couldn’t argue with that. Watching her move effortlessly through the group, chatting with players, coaches, and even Beard, Jamie realized Dani was right. Y/N wasn’t just charming—she was magnetic.

Jamie threw himself into training with renewed vigor, determined to impress Y/N. He pulled off trick shots with precision, darted past defenders with ease, and celebrated each goal with an exaggerated flair, sneaking glances at Y/N to see if she was watching.

She was.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Y/N standing with Coach Beard, her arms crossed and a small smile on her face as she watched the session unfold.

“She’s watching, mate,” Sam wiggled his eyebrows as he jogged past Jamie.

“Shut up,” Jamie muttered, though he couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at his lips.

Y/N couldn’t help but be impressed by Jamie’s skill. She’d seen him play in matches, of course, but watching him train up close was something else entirely. He was fast, focused, and undeniably talented.

“Show-off,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head, though she couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips.

When the session ended, Jamie made a beeline for Y/N, but he was intercepted by Roy, who clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“What’s your rush, Tartt?” Roy asked, his tone gruff.

“No rush,” Jamie said quickly, trying to peer around Roy to catch a glimpse of Y/N.

By the time the day wound down, Y/N felt more at ease with the team than she’d expected. She’d chatted with nearly everyone, exchanged jokes with Roy, and even gotten a quick update from Beard about Ted. He’s coaching the little league soccer team in America now.

As the players began to filter out, a few of them offered her a ride home. Jamie, however, was quick to step in.

“I’ll take her,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You’re awfully eager.”

Jamie smirked. “Just being a gentleman.”

The car ride back to Y/N’s flat wasn’t quiet, but it was comfortable. Jamie had a knack for steering the conversation toward humor, and Y/N found herself laughing more than she had in weeks.

“Alright, I’ve got to ask,” Y/N said, turning in her seat to face him as the car idled at a red light. “Do you always try this hard to impress people during training, or am I just special?”

Jamie gave her a cheeky grin. “What can I say? I perform best when I’ve got an audience.”

She rolled her eyes, but the warmth behind the gesture didn’t escape Jamie. He smirked and tapped the steering wheel. “Alright, maybe you’re a little special. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m gonna say that out loud again.”

Y/N shook her head, biting back a smile. As much as she tried to keep things professional, there was something magnetic about Jamie Tartt. It wasn’t just the confidence—he was funny, surprisingly thoughtful, and, at times, almost endearing.

When they pulled up to her flat, Jamie hesitated for a moment before speaking. “So… we’re still on for that second podcast episode, yeah?”

“Of course,” Y/N replied, her hand lingering on the door handle. “You’ve been a great guest so far. I think the fans are really going to enjoy seeing a different side of you.”

Jamie’s expression shifted, softening into something quieter. “Different side, huh?”

“Yeah.” Y/N nodded, tilting her head. “The Jamie Tartt that’s more than just the flash and headlines. The one who cracks jokes with his teammates and actually cares about what people think of him.”

Jamie blinked, caught off guard by her observation. “You noticed all that, huh?”

Y/N shrugged. “It’s my job to notice.”

They shared a look, one that felt heavier than the playful banter they usually exchanged. Jamie was the first to break it, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, I’ll let you get inside,” he said, forcing a grin. “Wouldn’t want your neighbors to think I’m some creep hangin’ about outside your place.”

Y/N laughed softly, opening the door but pausing to glance back at him. “Thanks for today, Jamie. It was fun.”

“Yeah.” His grin turned genuine. “It was.”

As she stepped out, Y/N glanced back at him. “You’re not as bad as I thought, Jamie Tartt.”

Jamie chuckled, watching as she disappeared into her building. “And you’re not as bad as I hoped,” he muttered, leaning back in his seat with a satisfied smile. Jamie sat in the car for a moment longer, his hands resting on the wheel.

Back at his flat, Jamie scrolled through his phone, stopping on the AFC Richmond Instagram account. The team had posted a behind-the-scenes clip from training that day, and there she was—Y/N, smiling and chatting with the players, her laugh frozen mid-shot.

He couldn’t help but smile. The lads liked her. Hell, even Roy liked her, and Roy didn’t like anyone.

His thumb hovered over her number in his contacts. He’d been thinking about the next podcast episode all day, and now, as he lay in bed staring at his phone, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was more than just work. He liked talking to her. Liked the way she listened without interrupting, the way she asked questions that made him think.

Before he could second-guess himself, he typed out a quick message:

Oi, just checking. What time are we on for Monday, 6 ok? Got a few ideas for what we could chat about.

He hit send and set the phone down, trying not to overanalyze his eagerness.

Y/N was curled up on her couch with a book, the day’s events still replaying in her mind, when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and smiled when she saw Jamie’s name.

She quickly typed back:

Of course, 6 is fine. Looking forward to it. :)

Her smile lingered as she set the phone down. Keeley’s voice echoed in her mind—That’s not a “no one” smile. Maybe she was right.

[adh-james-version]

Canines Pt. 2

First Part

trans!barty

"Bite me."

"Wh-what-" "I said bite me. I wanna feel your teeth." Barty said breathlessly pushing his lips against Evan again. Evan sat up against the headboard pulling Barty's with him as they kissed. Barty looked like he was feral, he was grinding in Evan's lap and licking all over his teeth.

"Woah, baby, woah." Evan said pulling Barty back so they both could breathe. Barty kept his hands near Evan's mouth, transfixed by his new look. "You said you wanna feel me, yeah?" Barty nodded furiously and went in to kiss Evan roughly. Evan let Barty's kiss him before he pushed him back a little before twisting them around so Barty was under him. "Words pretty boy." "Yes, yes, please I wanna feel the teeth babe."

Barty's mind was so clouded with lust that he couldn't think of anything besides wanting to feel Evans teeth on him. I was extremely wet and he felt like a bitch in heat. These sharp teeth brought out some primal instinct that that Barty couldn't understand, it made him want to js have Evan leave teeth marks all over his entire body, and he mean his entire body.

"Okay then, love" Evan smirked before pulling a hair tie off of Barty's wrist to tie his Blonde dreadlocs out of his dark chocolate face. He slid Barty's shirt over his head and kissed down from his chest to his stomach, simultaneously pulling his boyfriend farther down the bed. HE reached the base of his stomach, where he pulled his shorts down with his teeth. He pulled Barty's boxers off and pressed two fingers into his soaking folds slowly rubbing.

He looked up into Barty's eyes, "you still want my mouth?" "Mmmmm- fucks yes, pleasee." Barty said the slow circling driving him crazy.

Evan finally lowered his head towards Barty's heat and took a long lick, moaning at how good his baby tasted. "Ohhh my godddd- Evan you-re whole- mouthhh-" He had to stop as Evan dove in like this was going to be his last meal. Barty made a weird noise when he felt Evans newly sharpened teeth graze his insides. "You like them?" Evan said coming up to hover over Barty as he stuck 2 fingers into his boyfriend, and started pumping them. Bartys hands attempted to go to his clit as he tried to gain some extra stimulation but Evan caught his wrist and pinned them against the bed with one hand.

Evan added a third finger. "I asked you a question slut. Do. You. Like. Them?" Each word punctuated with a hard thrust and curl of his fingers. 'Fuckkk, y-es, ohhhhh. I mmm love them." Evan smiled biting his top lip, show casing his teeth, the bottom half of his face still wet from eating Barty out. "Ev, I'm so close." "C'mon baby, let go." Evan felt Barty tightening around his fingers, a sign her was about to cum. Evan moved down to his neck and bit, not hard enough to break skin, but just hard enough to know he was going to leave a bruise. As soon as Barty felt the bite his vision exploded into white as his orgasm washed over him.

Falling of off a cliff, that how he felt, falling off a cliff into a sea of pleasure with beaches made of Evan. He never came so hard off of Evans fingers in his life, these teeth are doing something to him. As Barty came down he felt something thick and hard probing at his hole and the knowledge that his wrists were free again. He whimpered. "You can take it baby?" His boyfriend asked in a degrading but sincere voice. "Mhm, want you to feel good." "You sure?" "Yes. Use me, Evan." That did it.

Evan flipped Barty over like he weighed nothing, he loved being manhandled and his man knew that. Evan pressed roughly into Barty, thrusting hard and slow as Barty whimpered and moaned into the air. Evan couldn't settle on a rhythm, hard a fast, slow and sensual, slow and hard, just  rocking his hims slightly while essentially having Barty cock warm him. It was driving Barty Crazy. 

Barty could barley even make a sound from how overstimulated and high on sex he was. He barley registered as Evan trusted one last rough time,  and came deep inside of him, all he could feel was himself cumming again. He was still in a different dimension when Evan slipped out and cleaned the both of the up. "You with me B?" Only response he got was a hum from Barty and him snuggling into his side.

[lucyswinter]

request!!! the nightmare trope with cilly. reader wakes up scared in the middle of the night and he comforts her 💖

pairing: cillian murphy x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none! <3

(a/n): thank you so much for the request ml!!!! alsooo new divider!! creds to @/saradika-graphics 💗💗 this was not proofread, but ava got a sneak peak and liked it so lmk if there’s any grammatical errors lol

You let out a sharp breath as you jolt up into a sitting position, dry sobs echoing the walls of your bedroom as you cross your arms and grip the opposite forearm for support. You don’t even notice that you’ve woken Cillian until he made himself known.

“Lovey? What is it?” he asked you worriedly, eyes wide, slowly sitting up and leaning on his arm so that he could see you properly.

“I-I…” you manage to pant out, eyes watering.

“Love, you need to use your words. What’s wrong?” He puts a hand to your cheek and softly strokes your face with his thumb in a comforting rhythm. He always knew exactly what to do to calm you down, even when you didn’t.

“I had um.” You pause to take a nervous gulp, eyes now overflowing enough for a few tears to race down your cheeks, some pooling up around Cillian’s thumb. “I had a nightmare…” a sob punctuates your sentence, prompting Cillian to furrow his brow with worry.

“Ohhh my poor sweet girl” he laughs, his hand moving down to rub your shoulder and pull your head against his chest. “I’m so sorry”

You try to lift your head from his chest. “Cill i’m going to get your shirt all wet with tears” you sniffle, another sob of guilt coming on.

“Shh it’s alright love. I can change later. This is about you right now. I’ll be fine.” He pulls you back on his chest and continues rubbing your shoulders. “Now, would you like to talk about what happened, or no? I won’t pressure you, but I’m here if you need me baby.”

You let out a few more soft sobs before wiping your cheeks and lifting your head to look at him. A sense of relief washes over you as soon as you meet his bright blue gaze.

“I just…I was being chased by this monster and he chased me into this house, and when I got into one of the rooms I-“ you’re cut off by a slightly more violent sob, the tears returning your cheeks, your eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to make them stop.

“Shhh take your time, sweet girl. Poor baby.” His lips connect with yours, and linger for a few seconds before he pulls back to give you his attention.

You take a deep breath out and continue to explain to him what happened. “And when I got into this room you were there but…but you were dead” you wail, the tears streaming down your cheeks like a waterfall.

“Oh my sweet caring girl. I’m so sorry you had to think about that. Ohhh poor girl.” He wiped tears from your now puffy eyes to reveal red cheeks. “But I’m here. And I’m not dead, lovey. You don’t need to worry about that.” He places a kiss on your cheek, and begins to rub your shoulders again. “I must say, angel, that sounds an awful lot like the movie we watched tonight…I don’t mean to jump to conclusions, but is there a possibility you got a bit frightened by the movie and that’s why you had this nightmare?”

You nod, ashamed to admit that a silly movie scared you.

He let out a soft chuckle, more pitiful than condescending. “Well why don’t we go back to sleep, baby.”

You lie down on your side and snuggle up closer to him so that his chin is above your head. He puts his arms around you and gentle rubs his thumb against your back, causing a tingly sensation to spread through your body in waves, lulling you closer to sleep. Your eyes flutter, and eventually close. You let out a soft sigh, and he leans his lips close to your ear, tickling the sensetive skin with his warm breath.

“No more scary movies for you, sweet angel. I hate seein’ you all scared.” He whispered. “Sleep now, love. Dream sweet things”. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead as you slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber.

(a/n): ty for reading!! next up is a neil lewis oneshot and a hotch oneshot!! <33

[heeversee]

Heeversee Presents ✨

Yander Au

Chapter 01

Genre: dark romance

Mention of blood.

yander, obsessed, mafia, Stalker heeseung.

Damn it's a lot. For my anons who requested me to add all these in one. So here it is.

Please leave if you're uncomfortable with all these things.

Spotify playlist

Criminal love (by enhypen)

The night we met (by lord Huron)

Chaccone (by enhypen)

Do I wanna know (by Arctic monkeys)

Given-taken (by enhypen)

Maniac (by stray kids)

Gasoline (by Halsey)

(⁠/⁠¯⁠◡⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠◡⁠)⁠/⁠¯⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻............乁⁠༼⁠☯⁠‿⁠☯⁠✿⁠༽⁠ㄏ

You gasp

"what is happening here" you watch with your favourite sketch book burning.

"ohhh dear dear, my hand slipped" you heard a very annoying voice.

You silently pick your half burnt sketch book and glare at the bunch of dumb heads who bully you.

Bulling wasn't new for you. You were bullied all along your school life. Even now in your workplace.

And suddenly one day you found yourself not wanting to go to work. You were tired of fighting with the bullies, after a week of thinking about your detroiting mental health you decided to give your resignation letter and live your life.

3 months later

The bells jingle indicating above your head as your enter your safe place, the art shop. The smell of panits and canvas lingering in the air.

You took everything you needed but the last thing that was missing was red paint. You went to the paint corner to find a single tube of big red paint lying on the top shelf.

You run towards the shelf trying to reach the tube, you felt warmth on your back and a very veiny hand reaching the tube. You turn to see a tall man with his face covered by hoodie. All you could see was looming dark shadow.

"umm can I take that" you muttered pointing out the red tube.

The hooded man took a sharp breath which sacred you thinking that you could have made him angry

"ummm, I'm sorry. It's okay, it's okay I'll find the paint in another store" I laughed akwardly.

He suddenly held my hand and handed me the tube.

I tilt my head "can I take it?" I question softly

He nods his head once and that was enough to make me smile for once in last three months.

I bowed, thanking him and left the shop after billing.

Heeseung

He watches you walking to your apartment. Heeseung quickly reach to his room and watching you through the window, exactly opposite of your apartment He watchs you twirl around in your space happily.

That's all heeseung has done.

Watch.

All he has done is watching you from afar. He wishes to kiss you, hold you into his arms, cook for you, buy you paint and watch you paint for hours. But all he has done is watch you from afar.

*distant muffling sounds*

"ahh" he sighs. "I totally forgot about you" he turns around and pulls out a sword hanging on the wall. He unsheaths the sword and the dried blood covering the entire sword.

He watches the girls who bullied you tied up with their mouth stiched witch thick red wire. Blood flowing from their mouths as they cry.

"let's see.... What do i add in my collection now...." He swirls the sword.

"your blood" heeseung laughs like a maniac after killing the three girls.

He collects the blood in a long tube.

As he walks to the window blood pooling in his room. He orders the men standing beside the door to clean and dispose the bodies

He closes the cap and watches you paint the canvas red from his window.

"maybe I'll gift it to you someday. My little one."

Idk how to actually feel about this. I'm still thinking about what twist to make in this series.

A new day a new me 😂

I hope you all like this.

Fuck I'm so nervous.

Thank you for you all anons for comforting me. I hope to live a long life.

Thank you and love you 🎀🪐

[kepnerandavery]

My favourite quotes from On the Way to the Wedding..

1. “It was only a matter of time before he, too, found the woman of his dreams and settled down to be fruitful, multiply, and take on such baffling hobbies as papier-mâché and the collection of nutmeg graters.”

Nutmeg Graters?? I can’t 😂

2. “Where is the scintillating Lord Bridgerton?” he asked. “Oh, somewhere. I don’t know. We’ll find each other at the end of the day, that is all that matters.”

This book is every Kanthony stan’s dream follow-up to TVWLM 😭 I love that we got little glimpses into their marriage to see how they've evolved as a couple and people.

3. “She was without artifice, the sort of girl a man could trust. Rather like his sisters, he supposed, with a keen wit and a sharp sense of humor. Lucy Abernathy would never inspire poetry, but she would make a very fine friend.”

Bahahaha. Did he just friendzone her in his head? 😂

4. “It was nothing. She was nothing. No, that was not fair. She was something. Quite a bit, actually. But not for him.”

Ohhh Gregory! My poor, sweet, innocent, naive Gregory 🤣

5. “Lord Fennsworth took one look at the duo (more at one than the other, and suffice it to say that blood was not thicker than unrequited love), and he murmured, “Friday it is.”

Props to Gregory for being perceptive about someone’s feelings, if not his own 😂

6. “At least she seemed rather more like herself. The world seemed a bit steadier with Lucy Abernathy yipping along like a terrier. He’d felt almost off-balance when she’d been staring morosely at the trees.”

Signals!! He’s missing all of the darn signals. How?? 🙆‍♀️

7. “Auctioning your friend off to the highest bidder. You’ll be well-practiced by the time you have a daughter.” She jumped to her feet, her eyes flashing with anger and indignation. “That is a terrible thing to say. My most important consideration has always been Hermione’s happiness. And if she can be made happy by an earl . . . who happens to be my brother . . .” Oh, brilliant. Now she was going to try to match Hermione with Fennsworth. Well done, Gregory. Well done, indeed.”

Hahaha, Lucy is too nice for her own good. And Gregory just keeps making things worse for himself at every given opportunity 😂

8. “Didn’t you wish for time for yourself?” she asked, softly . . . so softly it was almost a whisper. Slowly, he shook his head. “I did,” he said, sounding as if the words were coming to him at that very moment, as if the thought itself was new and not quite what he had expected. “I did,” he said again, “but now I don’t.”

My heart 🥺 💕

9. “She later told Gregory that he had still not forgiven her for costuming him as Cupid at the Billington fancy dress ball the previous year.”

I will so pissed if I don't get to see Anthony dressed up as Cupid on the show. I simply must see it 🤣

10. “Surely she would not come over an hour late. If nothing else, Lady Lucinda would not have tolerated it. She was clearly a punctual sort. In a good way.As opposed to an insufferable, nagging way. He smiled to himself. She wasn’t like that.”

Omg, someone needs to hit him in the head!!! How is he missing this? 😫

11. “What happened to you? Are you all right? Did someone—” His grip loosened slightly as he looked frantically around. “Who did this?” he demanded. “Who made you—”

You’re a little too concerned about her safety, aren’t you, Gregory?? 😂

12. “And I didn’t have my mask, which made me stick out a bit.” “Like a mushroom?” “Like a—?” He looked at her dress and nodded at the color. “A blue mushroom.”

Trust him to be even cuter when he's drunk 🥺

13. “I will walk you to the stairs, then.” Lucy knew better than to argue. He would not relent. His voice was quiet, but it had an edge she wasn’t quite certain she’d heard there before. “And I will remain there until you reach your room.” “That’s not necessary.” He ignored her. “Knock three times when you do so.” “I’m not going to—” “If I don’t hear your knock, I will come upstairs and personally assure myself of your welfare.”

Omg. He's sooo cute 🥰

14. “I’m not, he thought, and he realized that it was true. He had a sudden flash of his life married to Hermione Watson, and he was.. Bored. Good God, how was it he was only just now realizing it? He and Miss Watson were not suited at all, and in truth, he had made a narrow escape.”

"A narrow escape" haha 🤣 🤣 At least he realized it rather quickly. Granted, his brothers have set the bar quite low when it comes to life-altering realizations lol

15. “And Anthony was worse. He didn’t even have to say anything. His mere presence was usually enough to make Gregory feel that he was somehow not living up to the family name. It was difficult to make one’s way in the world with the mighty Lord Bridgerton constantly looking over one’s shoulder. As far as Gregory could determine, his eldest brother had never made a mistake in his life.”

Oh, if only he knew.. Looks like Anthony hid his devilry from the younger siblings quite well. Props to Benedict and Colin for covering for him 😂

16. “The way she was looking at him, her hand on his arm. She’d been clutching him, and for a moment it had almost felt like she needed him. He could be her rock, her center. He had never been anyone’s center.”

Awwww 🥺

17. “She turned. She turned, and she saw him. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted, and it hit him squarely in the chest—It was good to see her.”

I would have found this so romantic if I wasn't so mad at him at this point 🥲

18. “He simply liked Lucy. Considered her a friend. And he wished for her to have a bit of fun. It was admirable, really.

Haha, sure Jan 🙄 It totally doesn't seem like you're in love with her. No one goes so out of their way to help friends. He would've never gone to Violet if she wasn't so special to him 🥺

19. “Anthony is exceedingly generous,” Gregory said quietly. “Yes, he is, isn’t he?” Violet said, smiling. “With his money and his time. He is quite like your father in this way.” She looked at him with wistful eyes. “I am so sorry you never knew him.” “Anthony was a good father to me.” Gregory said it because he knew it would bring her joy, but he also said it because it was true.”

My heart.. Anthony was so worried about living up to their father, and yet he has managed to fulfill all of his duties to perfection. Edmund would be so proud of him 😭

20. “I know what it means to work for something,” he said in a quiet voice.”

He's got so hurt by her implication.. And when Gregory is hurt, I'm hurt. It's a simple law now 😫

21. “I have found that most men do not notice anything that is not clearly spelled out, anyway.” “Even your sons.” “Especially my sons.”

Haha It's a universal truth 😂

22. “And then she saw him. Lucy saw him. He saw it first in her eyes, which widened and sparkled, and then in the curve of her lips. She smiled. For him. It filled him. To near bursting, it filled him. It was just one smile, but it was all he needed.”

Sighhhhhh 🥰

23. “His fingers gripped hers when they should have just brushed by. She looked up and saw that he was gazing at her. ”

Ohhh... How scandalous lol 😏

24. “Hyacinth regarded her with a delighted smile. “I like you,” she said slowly, as if she were deciding upon it right then and there. “You are wrong, of course, but I like you, anyway.” She turned to her brother. “I like her.”

Hyacinth literally showed up out of nowhere towards the end of the book and stole the show 😂

25. “He and Lucinda Abernathy were meant to be husband and wife. Hers was the face he was supposed to gaze upon over eggs and bacon and kippers and cod and toast every morning. A snort of laughter pressed through his nose, but it was that nervous, desperate kind of laughter, the sound one made when the only alternative was to cry. Lucy had to marry him, if only so that they could eat masses and masses of food together every morning.”

And the most endearing Bridgerton sibling award goes to... 🥰

26. “Her eyes glistened as they met his. In the dim light of the night, they looked a dark, dark gray, and achingly sad. He could imagine the entire world there, in the depths of her gaze. Everything he needed to know, everything he might ever need to know—it was there, within her.”

My man is soo wrecked in the best way possible 🥺

27. “Let me kiss you,” he whispered. “One more time. Let me kiss you one more time, and if you tell me to go, I swear that I will.”

The respect!!! No wonder Lucy fell in love with him so quickly 😭

28. “The night seemed to dance, sparkling and tingling, as if the air itself understood that nothing would ever be the same. Dawn was waiting on the other side of the horizon, and already the stars were beginning to look less bright in the sky. If he could have frozen time, he would have done so. Never had he experienced a single moment that was so magical, so.. full. Everything was there, everything that was good and honest and true. And he finally understood the difference between happiness and contentment, and how lucky and blessed he was to feel both, in such breathtaking quantities.”

Awwww! Happiness is seeing your favourite fictional men so utterly and hopeless in love 😭

29. “It was simply impossible to enjoy one of nature’s small miracles and not kiss her.”

Why is he soo cute??? 🥺

30. “I have sworn in my heart to protect you,” he said, his voice passionate and fierce and maybe even a little bit revelatory. Because today, he realized, was the day he truly became a man. After twenty-six years of an amiable and, yes, aimless existence, he had finally found his purpose. He finally knew why he had been born. “I have sworn it in my heart,” he said, “and I will swear it before God just as soon as we are able. And it is like acid in my chest to leave you alone.”

She's so darn lucky. She wasn't even looking for love and somehow found the best of the best 🥰

31. “Gregory had told Colin everything, even down to the events of the night before. He did not like telling tales of Lucy, but one really could not ask one’s brother to sit in a tree for hours without explaining why.”

What are brothers for, if not to sit in trees for hours in front of their sibling's girlfriend's houses? 😂

32. “Listen to me. I love you.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I love you,” he said again. “There is nothing in this world or the next that could ever make me stop loving you.”

Oh my god, whenever he told her he loved her an year was added to my life.. It's so damn adorable 🥲

33. “He would try with everything he had to make sure that they both came through this alive and unhurt, but if there was a choice—if only one of them was to walk out the door.. It would be Lucy.”

Chivalry at its finest 😭

34. “Nine children. Nine. It was only one less than ten. Which possessed two digits. If he did this again, he would be in the double-digits of fatherhood.”

Haha, Lucy wanted a large family, and Greg certainly didn't disappoint lol 😂

[little-computer]

Puppy's New Muzzle

(MDNI)

[t4t, soft sad!stic fem domme x pathetic mas0chistic puppygirl sub, petpl4y, fearpl4y, snvff, n3cr0philia, s4d0masoch1sm, crying, breathpl4y, suff0cation, breath den1al, teasing, praise k!nk, fake s4fe w0rd, clicker]

"What do you think of this one?" Caretaker asked. I hadn't been paying attention because I was too busy savoring Caretaker letting me sleep with her instead of in my cage. She usually only did this on special occasions, like for my birthday. I guess she was just feeling really nice today!

"Ohhh, puppy likes that one!" I responded. She was shopping for these pretty tombstone-shaped earrings and showing me different options. Caretaker always had such pretty fashion sense...

"Yeah? Puppy likes how that type of tombstone looks?" Caretaker asked.

"Mhm mhm!" I wagged my hips. Caretaker pulled me closer and kissed me on the forehead as she put her phone away.

"Good puppy!" she encouraged. I nuzzled into her. She was treating me so well tonight... "Hey, since you've been so good lately, Caretaker has a gift for you!"

"Really?" I responded as my hip wagging sped up.

"Mhm. Caretaker thinks you'll really love it." She scooted over to the nightstand by the bed and pulled the gift out of a drawer. I sat up and tried to get a good look at it.

"Is that a new muzzle for me?" I asked excitedly.

"Mhm. Does puppy wanna try it on?" she held it up to me. I quickly nodded and she replaced my old muzzle with the new one. The first thing I noticed about it was how bulky and full it was. Puppy's old muzzle was like a frame you could see through but this one was totally solid. It was so solid that I even noticed holes on the front to breath through. "That feel snug puppy?" Caretaker asked warmly. To be honest, it almost felt too snug. It seemed to have a seal around my face that pressed down hard and the straps were tight. But puppy really didn't wanna disappoint Caretaker...

"Yes Caretaker" my voice sounded a bit muffled through the muzzle.

"I'm glad you like it, you look so adorable right now." I wagged my hips and looked up at her as she knelt beside me. "I haven't even shown puppy the best part yet. Look at this" she pulled out a small device not even the size of her thumb. It almost looked like a coin on first glance. It seemed to have a plastic basin with a single sliding switch that could toggle between two states.

"What's tha-"

Click

The switch of a servo emanated from the muzzle and reverberated through my skull -- the rest of my words didn't come out. I started panicking before I could even process what was happening. I saw her cover her mouth to hide her giggle.

"Hold your breath silly! You don't wanna be breathing in all that CO2." she teased. I did as she told me, but it only stifled the panic a little. I started to realize what was happening; the mask had sealed around my face so no air could get in or out. I desperately pawed at her -- maybe if I was pathetic enough she would help me. "Need something puppy?" My forming tears were wetting my eyes almost as fast as my underwear was getting wet. I held onto her tight and tugged at her. I wanted to whimper and beg her but nothing came out. Instead, all that energy made me start faintly bucking my hips without even meaning to.

Her expression -- which had been a kind of playful amusement -- was now more sharp and harsh. She glanced down at my pathetic air-humping, then back into my pleading eyes. "Puppy has the right idea. Don't be shy." she said, angling her thigh toward me. I needed to whimper for her so bad. I pulled myself onto her and began humping her thigh with all I could. I nuzzled and clutched her hard as my building orgasm blurred with the firestorm of panic, every cell in my body screaming for oxygen, screaming to cum. Her arms remained calmly by her sides, refusing to react to puppy.

I looked up at her expression again. Her smile was mostly gone now yet she somehow looked more turned on than I'd ever seen her. We locked eyes. She offered a grain of warmth in the form of a subtle head tilt and a slight smile at me. I was starting to get dizzy now, but I could feel the orgasm coming. "Almost there darling" she encouraged, reading me like a book. I locked my head to her chest and sobbed into her tits as I came all over her thigh.

Click

I gasp-moaned -- I could breath again. Caretaker's arm gently caressed my head as I choked out a couple sobs through my heavy breaths and the stars in my vision dissipated. "Good puppy." she comforted, gently petting me as I panted into her chest. I began to calm down a little. "You can cum really fast when you have to, can't you puppy?" she teased. I look up at her and gave her my best whimper, pleading she would take pity on me -- I didn't wanna break her rule about not speaking without permission during sex, I needed to show her I was a good puppy. Caretaker acknowledged my effort with a half smile before continuing. "Isn't it incredible they can fit Bluetooth into something this small?" she showed me the device between her fingers. I felt my legs trembling and my eyes watering at the very sight of it.

Click

Her thumb moved up a quarter of an inch and I couldn't breath again. The panic and tears returned immediately, having just barely left in the first place. I looked at her face and pleaded with my eyes. She looked down at me for a moment, drinking up my expression.

Click

"Oops, sorry puppy, my mistake." she said casually. "They really shouldn't have made the switch so small, huh?" I tugged at her and tried my hardest to whimper at her through my panting -- pleading her with my eyes to give me permission to speak. I needed to beg her to let me breath, I needed to promise to do anything she wanted, I needed to submit to her. "It's ok puppy, you can speak" she said.

I pleaded "Pl- please Caretaker, please let me-"

Click

"Just kidding" Caretaker could barely hold in her laugh. She looked down into my eyes. She tried to cover her mouth but only managed to hold it in a couple seconds. Puppy felt a droplet of spit hit my cheek as she laughed in puppy's face -- I leaked a little. "Well? What are you waiting for puppy?" Caretaker managed to get out in between laughs. She nudged her thigh forward slightly.

I smeared the cum from my previous orgasm all over myself as I desperately bucked into her thigh. With my eyes locked to hers, I non-verbally told her out badly I needed to breath, how panicked I was getting, how I would do anything she wanted me to do, anything. Caretaker smiled back at me warmly, her eyes were glistening with euphoria at the sight of my desperation. With her free hand, Caretaker guided my hand down to her cock. My eyes widened with hope at the chance to earn my right to breath.

I was getting dizzy now but I focused all I had; I nuzzled my head into her shoulder and started touching her, making sure I didn't stop humping. The room was completely quiet except for the faint sounds of friction of the sheets, the steady hum of a radiator in the background, and Caretaker's occasional giggles. Seconds passed. My tears dripped onto her neck. Desperation grew unbearable. I realized this wasn't working, I needed a new idea. I tried scooping a handful of my cum from her thigh to spread it on her cock but my hand was shaking so bad I spilled it on the bed. She laughed at that. My body screamed for air. I tried again and managed to get some of my cum onto her without spilling. I desperately stroked, praying that my cum was a worthy enough lubricant to get her off.

I looked up at her face to see if any of this was working; she was just grinning at me. She looked so turned on but I just knew that it had nothing to do with my pathetic attempts to pleasure her -- or maybe my failure was exactly the reason. She cocked her head, amused. "You can always use your safe word if it's too much puppy" she said playfully. My eyes widened with hope again -- I remembered our nonverbal safe word and began desperately tapping her stomach with my hand. I knew relief would come any second come on come on. I looked back to her face to see what was happening. Her mouth was open in playful look of shock "Aww I can't believe you actually believed that. Caretaker has to work on her sarcasm, doesn't she puppy?"

I was trembling. The desperate screams for air coming from every corner of my body were drowned out by the growing realization that Caretaker might actually kill me, that puppy had no way to stop her. The tears were flowing now -- I was so scared to die. My head was hurting so much too. I had to cum, she let me breath last time I did, it was my only hope. I focused on humping her leg but I was getting weak now. My grip on her was loosening. Fuck, maybe this was it. I limply looked back up at her, my vision only half-working. She looked right into my eyes and then past them. She was lustful at getting to watch me die.

I only had one more idea. As I looked into her thirsty eyes, I imagined her using my corpse after she killed me. I imagined how turned on she'd get fucking my lifeless head. I imagined her moans and laughs. I felt the tingle of an orgasm. I imagined her cumming inside my body, cumming harder than she ever did when I was alive. My orgasm was growing. I tried to move my hand down to help myself -- I felt so guilty, I knew it was against the rules but I was so desperate to live. I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I kept thinking to myself. Caretaker gently deflected my hand with a giggle -- I had no strength left to resist.

Focus puppy, focus. I continued weakly humping her thigh, now imagining her burying me somewhere remote, her looking down at my body splayed in a dirt hole. I imagined us both in that grave, covered in dirt, as she decides to use me one last time. I was so close, so close. My vision was cutting out now. My arm flailed for the remote -- Caretakers' arm gracefully dodged, barely even having to move. "Bye bye, puppy" she teased. Something about that was enough to send me over. My cock trembled and a few exhausted drips of cum slid down the side of her leg. "Aww, was that you cumming a second time? Soo adorable. I'm impressed you managed to pull that off at the last possible minute puppy, I really am." My muscles gave up. I collapsed against her soft shoulder. I had no strength left as the world began to fade away. "Don't worry darling, I'll put your pretty puppy corpse to good use. You were such a good pet for me. Go to sleep now baby."

[spectrechosts]

If Anything Could Ever Be This Good Again - Chapter 4

A new Dark Ranger makes their presence known! Also, everyone clap for the... (sigh)... CMYK Brigade...

Full Series

The Mushroom Monarch cackled as her vile spores filled the air, covering every surface they touched with toxic mold that festered and grew into full-fledged mushroom men in a matter of moments.

"FEEBLE HUMANS!" She yelled amidst the chaos, "YOUR WORLD WILL ROT BY MY HANDS, AND FROM THE DECAY MY CHILDREN SHALL PROSPER!"

"Not if we have anything to say about it! Shining Rangers, CMYK Brigade! Cyan!" Shouted Ranger Cyan, as she leapt onto the scene.

"Magenta!"

"Chartreuse!"

"Jet!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaand Megavolt!"

A series of lightning bolts crashed down upon the Mushroom Monarch until she crumbled into dust. She would be back; she sprouted up somewhere every six months or so, but with her body temporarily destroyed her mold withered and her mushroom men fell apart.

"Ugh," Said Megavolt, standing just behind where the monarch had been. "I know I usually come in partway through, but she's just so gross, you feel me? Magic protects us from the spores, but not the smell. Bleh."

The CMYK Brigade stared her down silently.

"Not in a bantering mood? That's fine, I can carry the show." She continued, dusting dead spores off her shoulders. "So, the CMYK Brigade. That's cute, makes you sound like mascots for a printer company. Now, minor complaint, I can see cyan and magenta and black, where is yellow? Because Chartreuse? Is green."

"Azure said you weren't coming back." Growled Cyan.

"She lied. I know you can't just have a Ranger Yellow, because the entire bit is that you use stupid synonyms for colors, but you have to have had better options."

"Chartreuse is a greenish yellow!" Said Chartreuse, who was trying very hard to put on a brave face.

"Okay I'm listening, I'm hearing your points, however I am looking at you and you are green."

"What do you want, Megavolt?" Magenta spat.

"I want to know why you're the CMYK Brigade when one of you is green."

"Why are you here?"

"Ohhh." Megavolt said, putting her finger to the side of her head in mock thought. "Why did I come here?"

"I think," Came a voice from behind the rangers, "We came here to destroy the CMYK Brigade."

"Who the fuck-"

A second Dark Ranger had them flanked.

"Well, whichever Shining Rangers showed up, but if we can rid the world of your terrible team name I'll consider it a bonus."

"Cyan there are two of them, why are there two of them-" Asked Chartreuse, who was cowering in the center of the group.

"Hush." Said Magenta. "Jet, Cyan, keep your eyes on Megavolt. Turquoise-"

"It's Dark Ranger Permafrost now, actually." Permafrost purred, growing sharp blades of ice from her fingertips as she spoke.

"Phoebe. You don't want to do this." Magenta pleaded. "You- You're nice, and sweet, and you're always telling us that we don't have to fight Megavolt."

"Am I?" Permafrost asked, mirroring Megavolt's exaggerated thinking gesture.

"You are. Phoebe I know you're still in there, we don't have to do this."

"Pfft- haha, hahahahaha, hahaahhaahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Permafrost laughed, and an icy wind swept the street.

"Magenta of course I'm 'still in here'! I'm the same person. This is what I was trying to get you all to understand about Megavolt, but you just don't listen! None of you are ever willing to engage with a situation beyond beating up the villain and handing them over to the cops! Did anyone but me ever even try to talk to Tara? ('No.') Did anyone say they were sorry we left her on fucking Venus? ('Also no.') Fuck, do we even know what the Mushroom Monarch's deal is? She just comes back every time we do this, have we even thought about if there's a better way to deal with her? ('Sorry babe, that one's on me I wasn't thinking about it-') No! We just go destroy her and wait for her to show up again, because that's what the Shining Rangers do! We beat up the 'Bad Guys' until they're all dead or in jail, even when it's clearly not working. I'm sick of it. It has to change. It has to end. But you're right, you don't have to fight us."

She generated a volley of icicles aimed at the CMYK Brigade.

"Surrender your gems, stop being a part of the Shining Rangers, and walk away. Cling to your power, and die."

Cyan, Magenta, and Chartreuse shifted into a fighting stance. Jet snapped the crystal pendant off her necklace, transforming back into her street clothes in a puff of smoke.

"Jet! What are you doing?!" Cyan hissed.

"What? She's making points. I like fighting monsters and all, but some of our villains? It feels iffy." Jet tossed her gem to Megavolt as she spoke. "I'm not dying for it. Sorry about all that shit, Tara. We fucked up, it didn't have to get this bad."

"Thank you." Megavolt said, catching the gem and stuffing it in her pocket. "Any other volunteers? Chartreeeeuuuse?"

Chartreuse was trembling, but remained ready to fight.

"No?" Said Permafrost. "Shame. Die then."

Permafrost launched her icicles at the three remaining rangers, and Cyan knocked them out of the air with a blast of wind before being shot in the back with a bolt of lightning. She fell to the ground, where Permafrost began to encase her in ice before she had to dodge a laser fired from Magenta's gem.

Chartreuse, meanwhile, lobbed blobs of acid at Megavolt, who intercepted them with cars that were quickly reduced to smoking husks.

"Jesus, and people call me excessively violent." Complained Megavolt, frantically blocking all the acid being thrown at her. "Is melting people's skin off heroic now?"

"I work with what I've got!"

Back on the other side, Cyan had broken free of her restraints and Permafrost had erected a field of ice walls to refract Magenta's lasers back in her direction. Cyan launched Magenta over the walls with another gust, and she fired a laser straight down at Permafrost, searing her left arm. She howled in pain and iced over the ground behind her, making Magenta slip upon landing and crumple to the ground. She imprisoned her in further walls of ice, and turned her focus onto Cyan once again, just in time for Megavolt to throw a car at her.

Chartreuse cut it in half with a jet of acid, which gave Megavolt an opening to start shooting lightning at her. She fell to her knees, and Cyan grabbed her and jumped away to where Magenta was caged, cushioning their fall with an air bubble to keep them from slipping as well.

"Magenta, are you okay?" She asked, cradling Chartreuse in her arms.

"My leg is fucked and I'm stuck in an icecube."

The walls of ice surrounding Permafrost exploded out from her in a hail of shards. Cyan managed to blow most away, but some made it through her protective gale to perforate her back as she curled around Chartreuse to shield her.

"Okay. Enough." She sighed, as she ripped her gem from her necklace. "We surrender." She tore Chartreuse's off her unconscious body and tossed them both to Permafrost.

"Smart." Permafrost said. "Magenta?"

"Do I have a choice?" Magenta answered, voice echoing from her prison.

"Not really."

"Fucking fine."

Permafrost melted the walls, revealing Magenta in her street clothes, who whipped her gem at Permafrost's head.

Megavolt snapped her hand out and grabbed it before it could hit, smirking. "Nice try. Don't think I won't beat your powerless ass if you wanna get cute with us."

"Dickheads." Magenta hissed.

"Enough." Said Permafrost. "We're done here. Feel free to run back to HQ and tell the rest of the Shining Rangers their days are numbered, it won't save them."

Megavolt lifted Permafrost in a bridal carry, and the two of them rose into the air.

"Maybe not run. Hope the leg heals okay."

"As if you fucking care." Magenta grumbled.

"I do care, Magenta." Permafrost said.

"I wish you had listened."

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 22: Hot boxes & final touches

Your room in a smoky haze as your dream boat Annie record plays in the background you & robin in deep conversation about what you think your lives will look like 10 years from now. You honestly don’t know but told her as long as her 2 best friends and love are still with her then that’s all she truly cares about. Being in that sentimental moment robin had a shocked but questionable look on her face it was starting to worry you as she ran to grab her overnight bag digging around like a mad woman mumbling to herself “where the hell is it… stupid… bullshit… AH HA! Got it!” A small gift bag she hands it to you smiling “look I don’t have too many platonic friends that are girls & you are by far the best female friend I’ve ever had & I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you dealing with my crazy shit I know I’m annoying trust me Steve tells me everyday haha” you heart swells the last time you truly had best friends was in elementary school but then you had to move at the end of the 4th grade & making new friends before starting junior high just didn’t make any sense to you so you became the loner. Carefully pulling out the pretty lilac tissue paper you see two items dumping the bag into your hand there’s two rings inside both the same a silver band with a moonstone she picked them up “friendship bracelets & necklaces are so 2nd grade & I know you’re like me & like stones so I figured friendship rings now that’s bad ass” you giggle “robs they’re beautiful I love it & we can wear them tonight show everyone how cool we are” you shoot her a wink when you hear the sound of the doorbell Robin goes to answer the door “ITS DINGUS & HE ACTUALLY DOESNT LOOK HALF BAD!!!” Your stoned so you’re fully belly laughing “HEY I CAN HEAR YOU HEY WHATS THAT SMEL.. OHH HOLDIN OUT JAMIE I SEE” you hear footsteps they both enter your room Steve wearing a dark grey suit white dress shirt emerald vest and tie “wow lookin sharp Harrington” he takes you in wide eyed “hey dingus you’re drooling” you laugh “wow… Jamie you… you look terrific Munson is a lucky guy” Steve looks down at his feet “aw thanks Stevie” your blushing “uh munson said he’d be here with transportation I told him if it was his death trap then I’m calling us all a cab you ladies aren’t riding in that hell wagon tonight” you pull out a second joint noticing steve could use it as nervy as you both are right now. “Ohhh hell yeah it’s been a minute” he swipes it lighting it for everyone you three sit on the floor smoking letting Robin go through music to play “oh I have a gift for you.. well you & Eddie” you go to your closet “ohhh I like presents” robins laughs slapping his arm shaking her head “just a little something to celebrate with beings Eddie and Robin are seniors their last hurrah” you hand him the gift bag “oh shit the good stuff too thanks jame you really are a doll” he smiles at you. You all get interrupted by the bell again robin makes you wait so you can make an entrance properly “okay jame come out now” you walk into the living room & he’s so beautiful black suit dress shoes maroon vest and tie and a giant gift bag in his hand and the other behind his back. Meanwhile you don’t know Eddie’s heart has stopped times stood still as he drinks you in never has he seen such beauty “wow princess you.. look heavenly i mean it & you changed your hair too I love it you’re so gorgeous” your cheeks are on fire & clenching your thighs because this man his making you feel 100 different things at once “you look so handsome Ed” he steps forward handing you a bouquet of red roses Robin quickly tends to those for you opening the bag he pulls out your corsage a red and white rose with black ribbons and babies breath he slips it on your wrist he pulls out his boutonnière & has Steve & robins off to the side so they can exchange theirs on their time you pin it to his collar as Steve takes photos of you both interacting you do the same for Robin and Steve & then set the camera timer to take one all together smiling ear to ear 86 was definitely going to be everyone’s year.

[lemonade-sundae]

Dirty talk

This is my first time writing a fic, sorry if it’s bad. Not edited :) Summary: In which Sebastian tries out new lingo. Warning: +18, light smut, dirty talking gone wrong. Minors do not interact

The soft sound of gasping peppers through the Room of Requirement. Your groan echos as Sebastian adds another appendage, his lips pressed against your ear as his mutters on about how good you feel and how wet you are with just his fingers. You roll your head back against his shoulder as he kiss down your neck, arms wrapped around you.

You’re enjoying this, naked and nestled in his lap with his limbs encasing you, your back against his bare chest, his warmth radiating from his body as his fingers slide in and out of you. You feel so safe in his arms, and my God does it also feel so good.

Today is one of those lazy mornings, with you waking up beside Sebastian, snuggled up together from your late night rendezvous. Everything was just fine and peachy until Sebastian inherently decides to begin his epilogue to last night’s events.

You gasp and moan as Sebastian’s fingers curl up and pull out, only to dig back in, repeating as to draw out the string of responses his heart so desires. He kisses the side of your temple as he reduces you to a whimpering puddle under his careful ministrations.

“Sebastian,” you gasp, “more, please, more.”

Damn him and his long fingers, having no business in making you feel this good.

Sebastian chuckles, the low rumble reverberating off his chest. His lips graze your ear, nuzzling the little nook. He takes a nibble of your lobe before sighing into you, sending a shiver down your body. You whimper and whine as you wiggling against him and you feel him smirk against you ear.

“You like that don’t you? You like how my fingers feel inside your pretty little hole, don’t you?”

He breathes down your neck, and you groan at his voice, nodding as you squeeze your eyes shut, tightening the walls around his fingers as he curses under his breath. “How about it? How about taking a ride on my Cock Rocket?”

“Yes pleas— wha—?”

You blink, stirred from your hazy reveries.

Did you hear that right?

Cock… Rocket?

Giving you no time to properly process his words or even assess the situation, Sebastian tightens his limbs around you — all arms and legs — before thrusting his hips against you, letting you know of his particularly hard presence desperate for attention.

“Don’t you want my Meat Torpedo?”

You whip you head around, eyes as big as saucers and you are met with that shit-eating grin practically screaming with glee.

“I know you want my Hokey Pokey.”

You cringe.

That’s it. You snap your head forward ready to push yourself off, but he wasn’t having any of it. No, his arms tighten around you like a snake as he slithers his fingers deeper into you, pulling out string after string of whimpers and reducing you into nothing but pudding.

“Come on, I’ll make you feel good,” he smirks playfully against the shell of your ear before he shifts his weight entirely. The next thing you know is you’re on your stomach, ass up, arms and legs sprawled beneath you and the weight of Sebastian atop of you. You feel his member brush up against your slit and you suck in a hiss as the head pulses against your pooling wetness.

Ohhh you want his cock and you want it bad.

You whine under him and you hear him laughing as he teases you by drawing circles against your dampness. And just as you were about to open your mouth, demanding that he just stick it in already, he thrusts into you. deep.

You gasp for air, the sharp stinging from the intrusion sends a shockwave through you body as you try to pace your quivering breath. Sebastian trails light, delicate kisses up the curve of your back and down your ear, whispering sweet encouragements as he gives you time. His thumb drawing slow circles on the side of your hip as he coos in his attempts to soothe the pain. It’s not until he hears you sigh, the telltale sign of you being fully stretched out, does he smirk and gives you a tentative thrust.

“You like this, don’t you? My Candy Sandy.”

“S-Sandy?!”

Your expression is contoured into a mixture of disgruntled disgust and disbelief.

“Y-you’re naming your cock Sandy!?”

You begrudgingly moan as you feel him twitch inside you. He chuckles as he plants a kiss on your cheek before whispering.

“What? Do you want me to call it my Cleaner Weiner instead?”

Your face drops, mouth gaping at the atrocity that just came out of his mouth. Your head whips around to see him wiggling his eyebrows, sporting a hell of a smug grin. If you weren’t so shell-shocked you would have slapped that grin off his face. Sebastian tosses his head back in howling laughter as he savours your look of utter disbelief. He licks his lips, eyes narrowing as if a predator eyeing his prey and he presses his twitching cock deeper into you. He hunkers down on you, trapping you in his arms as he grinds against you, giddy with delight at your miserable attempts to escape.

Needless to say, that whole ordeal went down for the entire duration he pounded you — with you thrashing away under him, desperately trying to get away while he pins you down and whispering those God awful descriptors, bringing your libido to an all time low.

But…

In a way, the fact that you had no control, helplessly flailing under his grip as he whispered into you ear, and that ceaseless thrusting of his…. kinda turned you on.

Your endless moaning soon joins his more desperate pantings. He’s close and you can feel it.

“You like my Sandy, don’t you? My Candy Sandy. Oh fuck— I love how you’re so tight wrapped around it.”

He picks up his pace, biting into your shoulder. His already vice like grip on you tightens further as he angles his hips higher, hitting that sweet, sweet spot of yours. He pounds you senseless. You clutch your jaws as you clench, your walls constricting around him and he curses as you feel the delicious sensation of his hardness inside you. You groan, panting and squirming against the mattress as he pushes into you deeper and harder. You scream.

“Shit, shit, Sebastian I’m close, I’m so fucking close!”

You feel him tighten his jaw as he grunts against you, struggling to get one of his hands down between your legs to rub that little ball of nerves.

“Then come baby, come for me.”

You grip the sheets, wailing, the overwhelming sensation comes bursting, opening the dams of restraint and flooding your body with pleasure. You scream into the sheets as your body twitches, shaking as ecstasy courses through every cell of your being. Sebastian press kisses to the side of your face, his own pounding becoming more frantic in search of release. With a few more thrusts, he follows. Grunting deeply, his body contorts as he spills into you. He rides it out before slumping against your whimpering body, never ceasing to plant kisses wherever he can.

When he finally pulls off you, you’re a heaping mess, sweaty and cum filled. You wiggle your way up onto your knees before turning to face Sebastian, who is laying there, sprawled out on the bed, chest heaving. He give you his signature smug grin, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“Did you like Sandy?”

He flexes his flaccid cock at you and you snort, giving Sebastian a dirty pointed look. But then an idea flashes and a mischievous grin makes its way to your face as you muster up your best sultry look.

“I mean, don’t you want a taste of my Wetty Teddy?”

You wiggle your eyebrows excessively while you playfully brush a hand up his thigh, fingers barely ghosting the sensitive flesh. Sebastian raises an eyebrow, clearly amused, but a dangerous glint flickers through his eyes. Before you can begin to register just how much shit your teasing has gotten you into, he’s already smiling slyly as he gets up to part your knees before taking a deep inhale of your musk as he comes face to face with your dripping center. He nuzzles his nose against the side of your inner thigh, planting a ginger kiss. His eyes never leaves yours as you feel the beginnings of a smirk form against your skin.

“Oh I’m more than happy to eat out that Cummy Tummy of yours.”

Shit.

You are regretting this already.

The next series of events comes as a blur. Your back hits the mattress as you arc upwards, hands gripping harshly at the dirty brown locks as you hiss at the overwhelming sensation of his tongue digging into you.

The last thing you remember before losing yourself to him was him mumbling something between your thighs— something along the lines of him filling himself up with your Honey Pot.

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Author’s note

Heh. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was howling the entire time, couldn’t stop myself from grinning like an idiot. Hehe

But in all seriousness.

Sandy and Teddy? A perfect match if you asked me.

[norel-ravenclaw]

Ok so this doesn’t need to be 100% like the request but similar

Can you do a Princess in the Mirror fanfic where MC is tired of people telling her to “act more like a princess?” So she decides “fuck it” and starts to act as much as a princess as she possibly can and pretty much does what Faris does and fakes her entire personality in public. Then when people start commenting on how she isn’t acting herself she’s like “I’m just doing what everyone has been telling me to do 😊”

Heck, even the king is slightly unsettled by this change

You can make this go however you want

Please and thank you ♡

Just What You Wanted

Fandom: Princess In The Mirror (Otome)

Featured Characters: Most of the major characters but focused on the Princess

Genre: Semi-angsty psychology

Rating: occasional language and thematic elements

Description: The Princess is finally ready to admit that being in this new world isn’t a dream - and she’s ready to become the monarch everyone is pushing her to be… And more.

A/N: Ohhh anon, this is so deeply satisfying~ 😈👿 It’s how I had to frame my mc to be able to read through the story. Hopefully the tone conveys the overall feeling of, well, satisfaction. (Also fuck the king very much)

Warnings: | angst | political slavery | mentions of abuse culture |

I lay in bed, exhausted and sobbing at the end of another horrible day from the longest week of my life. The voices of so many people trying to make me do what they want go through my head.

‘Straighten up! You look like a gnarled, hunchbacked old woman.’

‘Come now, Princess, don’t I deserve a smile?’

‘You are expected to produce an heir as soon as possible to prevent the people from being more unsettled.’

‘Don’t look away from the duke like that! You refuse to engage with people now, but you’re going to have to.’

So many voices trying to make me accept that this isn’t a dream, a coma. That this is real.

So many faces in the palace and on the streets looking up to me with fear and hope.

So many people that I desperately disagree with.

…So many ways I can imagine changing things.

My daydreams have turned away from tv shows and hoping for someone at work to ask me out. My every thought has been consumed by politics and psycho-analyzation of strangers in a strange world.

A country that they are forcing me to take care of.

I sit up, all of my rage coalescing into a crystalline-sharp form.

And something snaps inside me.

Looking around this room, the moonlight gently illuminating the space, I take in every detail. Every fold of the fabric, every carved niche in the bedframe, the chill in the air.

I can’t run anymore. I know the truth. This is real.

And the people here are real. Their pain, their fears, their hopes and loves - they are real.

And they are not being properly protected by the people in this god forsaken building.

The emotions of fear and self-pity melt away all at once. I get up and go to the letter writing desk, lighting a candle and pulling out the neglected diary in its drawer.

I’m amazed by how quickly it fills - not with pouting, self centred emotions, but with ideas for action, borne of rage as much as hope.

~~~

When the knock at the door sounds, it is accompanied by a horrible scraping sound.

“Um, Princess? What’s going on?” Simeon calls out.

I rise and walk to the door, moving the chair away from under the handles.

“Ah, there is our lovely Princess’s face…” He trails off when he sees my expression. Behind him, Flora and Mary peek around to meet my eye.

“Things are going to change,” I announce firmly. “Starting today.”

Stepping aside to open the door wider, I begin with the new orders.

“No one is to open my chamber door without explicit, verbal permission. Mr. Simeon, I want to see other quarters that may have a more appropriate layout - namely a reception room before the actual bedroom. Captain Zell, come in as well.”

The four people file into my room, looking apprehensive.

“Captain Zell, security is far too lax. I require a full escort at all times. We will discuss the details later. Simeon, I need to know what my personal budget is, and who do I speak with about it. Flora and Mary, bring me whoever is making all of these clothes. Production stops immediately until I have made my own arrangements with them. I will not have so much work and money go into more dresses that make me feel like a haunted baby doll. I also require self defence lessons and a map of the castle.”

All of them stare at me with shock. It is Zell who finally speaks up.

“Princess… What has come over you?”

I put on a smile - one of the first that I actually mean. “I tried to ignore reality. But no more. Starting now, I make the rules.”

My expression softens into something more remorseful. “I have failed to even ask you about yourselves. I intend to correct the mistakes of my selfishness immediately. But in the meantime, you all have your orders. While I get dressed, please repeat them back to me so I know there have been no miscommunications.”

After a moment of stunned silence, they jump into action. While they list their instructions, a knock comes to the open door.

“You idiot. A note on my door isn’t enough to excuse…” Vincent finally registers all of the people in my room. “What’s going on here?”

I throw a smile his way as Mary hastily finishes my hairdo.

“Ah, master Vincent. We need to talk. Everyone else except Flora and Zell are excused.”

They exchange looks as the crowd thins, and I turn to my tutor. “Mr. Vincent. Starting now, I want every word of communication you make to me to be purposeful, specific, and useful. Together we will learn how to set aside emotion in favour of developing strategy and working to solve problems, rather than just complaining about them.” His eyes are wide as he stares at me. “Have I left any room for misunderstanding?”

“…No, Princess.”

This is actually kind of fun. “Good. Thank you. I spent some time prioritising what I need to learn. We will focus more on those topics for now. I am certain you will agree; there is no reason to delay learning the most critical information and skills. I must attend breakfast, so let us get going.”

“Oh, but first.” I turn to Flora and hold out my notebook. “Ms Flora, are you able to write?”

She nods, looking at me like I’ve been replaced by an alien. “Yes, Princess.”

I offer her a genuine smile. “Excellent! May I ask you to be my note taker? My mind has been going a mile a minute and I can not permit forgetting anything at all.”

“A-as you wish.”

“Thank you so much.”

As we parade out of my quarters, already something comes to mind. “Ah, Flora. Starting a list on page twenty six, add ‘labour laws’ and below it ‘military and essential service labour laws’.”

Beside our footsteps and the scratch of a pencil on paper, my entourage is absolutely silent.

Once out into a grander hall, I remember something. “Say, Mr Vincent, what is this kind of roof called? This rounding at what would be the corners of the walls?”

“I… actually don’t know. I am less versed in architecture.”

“Ah. I remember seeing a t- I mean, a program where they said that shape helps with temperature regulation throughout a space. I’ve always enjoyed architecture, and would like to study it. Can you arrange such lessons in another month or two?”

I hear footsteps coming towards us, and as we found the corner, the four noble sons cross our path.

“A woman wanting to study architecture? Absurd,” Luca scoffs.

I offer him a smile filled with venom. “I disagree. Lord Savini, I will ask of you what I asked of another this morning - You waste your own mental and emotional energy as well as mine with your senseless complaining. Either propose a way to fix the problem and be useful, or be silent. This is an order.”

The men stare at me in the same utter shock as the group before.

He furrows his brow and practically snarls at me. “What do you think you’re doing? You are in no place to scold me when there is so much you can’t do, pajama broad.”

Falco tries to step between us, but I hold up a finger to stop him.

I remain calm, clasping my hands behind my back. “You are trying to deflect by showing aggressive physical behaviour meant to make me submit in fear. I condemn this learned instinct.” His eyes grow wide, and I can see the slightest tilt of his head in confusion.

“Now, there is at least as much that I am ignorant of as you are. I cannot claim omnipotence any more than you can. So, Luca Savini, let us learn and rise up together.”

I smile at him, and the tension in the air snaps when Simeon sighs.

“Look at our Princess! I wonder if it is her red undergarments that have given her such courage today.”

I turn on him, my smile falling. He swallows hard. I let the silence stretch for moment to make him and everyone else focus on this moment.

Just as he takes a breath to speak, I raise a hand to stop him.

“Mr Simeon. You need to understand that your joking enables and reinforces a culture of rampant abuse, violence, and murder.” The blood drains from his face. “You, intentionally or not, embolden people to accept objectification and you subjugate unwilling women to appease your selfish whims. You make it harder for women to say no because ‘it’s just a joke’.”

I take a deep breath. “From this moment onward, you are forbidden from contributing to a culture of fear and selfishness. Do you understand?”

The man looks like he’s about to be sick. He drops to his knees. “…I never thought about it that way. I cannot begin to apologise enough, Princess. Please forgive me.”

I meet his eye. “It is not for me to forgive. Flora? ‘Survivor’s bill of rights. Witness protection program. Safe houses. Prison reform.’”

With a sigh, I turn back to the stunned noblemen. “Let’s get to breakfast, shall we?”

When Farris asks, “What happened to you?” I reply simply this time.

“I woke up.”

We file into the dining hall, and I wait in the doorway until the room turns to look at me. Joseph is the first to catch on. He stands at his place, gesturing to the others to do the same. Slowly, all of the noblemen and the two women in the room slowly get to their feet.

Satisfied, I offer them a smile and incline my head before going to take my place at the king’s side.

“Good morning, uncle.”

He stares at me with surprise and suspicion. “What’s gotten into you this morning?”

I smile at him, hoping it doesn’t come across as menacing. “I know what I need to do to serve this country. No more wasting time.”

As soon as our plates have been brought in, I look down the table and address the Minister of Foodstuffs. I ask for his tutelage, followed by the Minister of Defence and Trade.

The king huffs a quiet sound of approval. “I’m glad to see you taking things seriously.”

This smile I don’t bother to edit much of the sheer loathing from. “You inspired me, uncle.”

His eyes widen at first. “Mm. Well, I’d like to discuss with you then how your search for a husband is going.”

“Oh? Good. There is much to discuss.”

After the room and table have cleared, the king holds me back.

“We will talk here.”

“Very well.” Clasping my hands behind my back again, I stand tall and summon an aura of authority. “Shall I relay to you my current assessment of the four noblemen in question?”

“Yes. Do.”

I smile and go through the list quickly.

“Lord Luca is a dangerously ignorant narcissist. I would not trust him to feed my cat, let alone with a country’s military.

“Lord Farris is unwell. His trauma, whatever it may be, has manifested classic symptoms of self preservation that make me uncertain whether he would ever be trustworthy.

“Lord Falco seems to be, and I say this with full acknowledgement of my own lacking, less intelligent than me. Which is a critical requirement for my co-ruler to possess.

“Lord Joseph is nice, but he lacks persuasion skills, command, and drive. Again, it is a matter of them having the skills that I do not.

“And so, I cannot in good conscience allow control of the country to belong to any of them.”

The king blinks a few times before scowling mightily. “They are all the options you have.”

I reply quickly. “Then we need a greater saturation of people who have the education and skills so that the people are not trapped being governed by someone unsuitable. Do you disagree that they deserve the best?”

He slams his hands on the table. “You don’t know what you are talking about! That is not the way things are!”

I shoot him the most professional death glare possible.

“That is not what I asked.”

This makes him pause, his breath catching visibly. His face is turning red. “You will do what is necessary to follow my orders.”

A smile naturally finds its way to my lips. “I will do what is necessary for the protection of the people’s lives and futures. Please understand, uncle. I am not some bitch on a chain for you to order and tug about - to breed as you please.”

I say the next part slowly.

“You trap me here, offering me a crown and a country. I accept. Know that it is a woman prepared to become a Queen that you are dealing with.”

He stares at me in utter shock, for once speechless.

I put on another smile. “Are you not pleased? You wanted me to accept this life of slavery you forced me into. So I accept a life of service - to the people of Kristein.

I’ve never felt so powerful as I lay down the law for this bastard.

“I accept the responsibility of holding corruption accountable. I accept the responsibility of securing a safe and reliable future - and that is not guaranteed through a system that relies on sexual and child slavery to function. I accept the responsibility to choose a trustworthy and competent co-ruler. Your options are insufficient. Another will have to be chosen. Such is my responsibility.”

He looks at me like I’m some sort of demon. And I chuckle, sighing contentedly.

“Isn’t this just what you wanted?”

[discountdemonwarehouse]

Kinktober 2024 - Prompt 29 - Phone Sex

Cardinal Copia and Cardinal Valentino miss each other while Copia is on tour.

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        Val had always been a bit of a loner, his family history and his accident making it easier to more or less be alone. He missed his siblings, but he had carved a place for himself in the Ministry and it felt like home. Falling for Copia had never been on his mind, let alone that the feelings would be reciprocated. Even in their relationship Val was sometimes distant, due to his lower libido, chronic pain, and loner tendencies. Despite all of his independence, Copia being on tour was hard. He realized how he’d come to enjoy Copia’s presence, and how far he’d come in allowing Copia to help him when he needed it. He looked at the clock, doing the mental math to figure out what time it might be where Copia was and what he might be doing. Hesitant, he sent a text instead. I miss you. He set his phone down, and decided to distract himself with something else rather than waiting anxiously. A new paleontology book would do the trick. He was a decent way into the book when his phone buzzed, then buzzed a second time a moment later. “I miss you too, caro” and “This tour and the time difference is grueling.” Val smiled a little, then texted back. It really is. But you’re doing amazing.

        The phone rang and Val answered. “Caro,” Copia murmured quietly. “I have a bit of time now, let me hear your voice.” “Are you on the bus?” Val asked, trying to identify the noise in the background. “Sì, we’re on the road today.” “You sound tired, amore.” “I am, but it’s good, you know?” A little more general conversation, catching Copia up on things around the Ministry, and the Val paused hearing a small noise from Copia. “What are you doing?” “Your voice is doing things to me, caro,” Copia purred, and Val could imagine the smile he’d be giving him. “Perv,” Val teased. “You miss this pervert, and taking his cock. Admit it.”

        Val felt his face heat and he cleared his throat a little. Copia chuckled. “Are you masturbating?! On the bus?!” “Mm, the ghouls don’t mind,” Copia’s smirk was audible. “I mind!” Val protested, voice squeaking. Copia laughed. “That squeak means you’re getting flustered. Are you getting a little turned on too, caro?” “No!” Val lied. Maybe it was just missing Copia, but Val was in fact starting to feel a little aroused knowing Copia was touching himself to Val’s voice. His phone vibrated and he looked down, eyes widening as he saw Copia’s hard cock on the screen. “Copia!” He hissed out. “Che?” Copia drawled out innocently. Val sputtered for a moment. “So you’re touching yourself, huh?” “Mhm.” Copia murmured. “Thinking about your hands, your mouth, your ass… Those noises you make when you lose control.” Val choked a little, but felt his own cock stirring in his pants.

        Copia’s breathing was a little heavier. “I can’t wait to be back at the Ministry, caro… I’m going to ravish you for days. I hope your libido is ready.” Val whimpered unconsciously, drawing a chuckle from Copia. “Touch yourself, caro. Or don’t… Save everything for me, hm?” “Are you serious?” Val laughed incredulously. “I might be. Should I send you a cock cage? Lock you in chastity?” “You’re being gross now,” Val snapped. Copia laughed. “I wouldn’t take it that far, you might leave me if I did. But the thought of you not touching yourself until you see me again is interesting – and not that outlandish if your libido is low.” “True. I’ll consider it,” Val said, a small smirk on his own face now. “Saving myself for you – not the chastity.” “Are you hard yet?” “Maybe. Maybe not. It’s a secret.” Val teased. “Ohhh, tricky tricky. Your cock is twitching in your pants and you’re at least half hard, aren’t you?” Val let his answer be his camera sound clicking, and Copia’s sharp inhale when he saw the photo on his own screen.

        “Fuck, Val…” Copia breathed. “I miss you, I miss fucking you.” “I miss you fucking me too – I hate doing the work,” Val teased. “I know you do, you fucking pillow princess,” Copia teased back. “But I don’t mind. Maybe your souvenir will be a fuck machine, hm? Let you top for once.” “Oh really?” Val asked, feigning being unimpressed or not intrigued by the idea. “Yeah, it���s a… what’s the term… eh… disability aid. To improve you love life.” “Oh gee, thanks. I was excited about a fossil, but nooo, you’re going to get a souvenir that benefits yourself. I see how it is.” “Oh, caro, what if I got you both, hm?” Copia’s tone was light. “Or do you only get hard for fossils? Boners for your bones, hm?” “Gross!” Val retorted, but couldn’t help the smile. “I’m not into them that way. I don’t wish to fuck my fossil collections – Oh, Satanas, don’t even joke about that since I’m a necromancer.” “Fuck, I forgot that for a moment… Scusi. I know you would never. But sì, I will bring you a fossil. The fuck machine would be a bonus.” “I will admit, the idea of being able to make you sloppy has some appeal…” “Oh yes?” “Mhm…” Their banter continued for a bit, Copia’s breathing getting heavier as he touched himself, Val’s teasing getting to him. “How fast would you want the machine to fuck you, hm?” Val purred, palming his own dick a little. Copia just whimpered a little, and Val could hear his hand speed up over the phone. “I suppose we could do all kinds of things with one… Get a little kinky… Hmm, this seems to have more and more possibilities the more I think about it.” “Val…” “We could definitely explore my dominant side a little more. Maybe I could cuff you down, use the machine to fuck you, watch you get destroyed and left shaking on my bed.” Copia’s only response was a moaning groan, the sounds of him stroking his own cock coming across the phone. “And you know… Maybe it would make you call me Daddy.” He kept his tone semi-serious, a little cocky, despite the fact he didn’t necessarily want that. Maybe a different honourific though, he’d have to think on it another time.

        Copia made a strangled noise, the sound of his jerking off stuttering, “Uhhh…” “Or Papa. Do you want to call me Papa, Copia? Pretend I took my rightful place before you usurped it?” he teased. “I’ll make you call me Papa,” Copia breathed back, “But the other stuff sounds good….” “You want me to call you Papa, hm? Well, that could work too… Making a mess of you, Papa.” Copia groaned then a muffled cry came over the phone along with the rustling of fabric. Val could only assume Copia was muffling himself with a pillow as he came. More grunts reached Val’s ears, then quiet only broken by the heavy breathing. Val’s phone vibrated and he looked at his screen, a picture of Copia’s cock and hand covered in his cum. “You know I love you, right?” Copia asked quietly. “Even if you think you’re going to make me call you Papa.” Val chuckled. “Not a bad ring to it, is there? One day I’ll be calling you Papa.” “Not a bad ring, but I don’t know if that will ever happen.” Copia sighed. “Hey, it doesn’t matter. I love you regardless, and don’t ruin your afterglow. Now, you should get cleaned up, and probably start shopping for a fuck machine, especially if I’m saving myself for your return.” “Caro, you’re going to make me hard again…” Copia whined. “Poor Cardinale,” Val taunted. “Not like you’re not over here blueballing me, stronzo.” Both laughed, and Val could hear Copia moving around to go to the bus’s bathroom.

[naffeclipse]

Surprise!!! >:D

I come here fashionably late to deliver the comment I owed with interest and all! And oh boy oh boy, get ready because this one might be the longest one yet! At least that’s what it’s looking like in my notes app at the moment kñjfdhgkj (Me: writes my thought not usually longer than a sentence long because each note has a not huge word limit. Also me: nearly reaches the limit and every sentence is basically a paragraph here fkjdhgkjh)

Anyways! Let’s start! :D

Ohhh man, that poor old man. What a scene to come back to! Considering the hunters seemed to have secured the area for the confrontation I can only imagine what must be going through his mind after his last interaction with them all! Meanwhile Sun and Moon are over here just like. “Great. Someone else that thinks we killed them all. :( ” 

But ahhh I just love how it’s a slow scene that builds the tension! Because we know what happened at the end of the last chapter so we experience the restlessness as the clock ticks by. And then, they get free, and things get going.

Oh it was so interesting when they found Vanessa. The fact that she was wearing their jacket! I can’t imagine Glitchtrap would be the one to put it on her after he took the white patched one, so it’s such a sad image thinking about her dragging herself towards the discarded green jacket like it’s the last thing she’ll get to keep of y/n after this D:

Also how they identified her! It makes me wonder how much they can know from a heart. It does get explained later but it immediately got me speculating about different levels of rulebreakers. So I imagine other people who might be considered guilty but not rulebreakers might be those that were in compliance with the harm, or those that were neglectful. It seems to Eclipse both are just as bad as any rulebreaker and deserve the same fate. Thank goodness for their vow!

Also gfkjhgfjh poor Vanessa, fr XD Just got freed from a heart eating demon and she can’t get a full rest before another heart eating demon is roughly shaking her awake. Though gotta give her credit! It’s sad, but also very badass of her that she’s just so done that she won’t show any fear to them. Just that she despises them. Also respect for her for refusing to sell y/n to the new demon. From her perspective she already feels guilty for one demon taking them and she wasn’t gonna make their troubles even worse, even if that might have meant this demon ended her right then. But also I love that that’s what makes them start to reel their anger in a little, because they know that, exactly like her, y/n also thought Eclipse would kill them. They realize all Vanessa sees right now is a demon after its quarry.

And aaaahh, Vanessa noticing the patches! She must have looked at the patch in her own jacket enough times to recognize y/n’s handiwork and all the implications for that. Even so exhausted, she’s very sharp still! But oof the dread in all of them when she admits what happened. Gosh the part where they clutch the hair clip with one blue hand and one red one! Ahhh that had me feeling so many things. It’s a small moment of despair and trying not to grief, snapping themselves to action instead of thinking the worst!

And then they go back to not giving Vanessa a single break sheesh XD Oh man, the dreaded acceptance in her face when they accuse her of not protecting the children. Punching right where it hurts the most. And like, she read the book. She knows what being considered guilty means when encountering a demon that follows the sacred rules. And it’s so sad to think that she might even consider that if they had killed she would have deserved it. Ooough my heart. But then they don’t and she just has to accept that they truly do care about finding y/n, they sound desperate in telling her that the hunter needed her to not give up on them, even if for Vanessa right now giving up might be the only way to find some rest after what she’s been through. And so Vanessa just has to go “this might as well just happen huh”. Not to mention the whiplash fdkjfhdgjkh This demon that just admitted to wanting to kill her suddenly referring to themselves as the cutesy nickname y/n assigned them just like “we’re their sweetie <3” is sure gotta be something from her perspective XD

But at least as they start to calm down and form a sketch of a plan for what to do they do truly start to notice how badly Vanessa had it with how often Glitchtrap used her. Even for someone they deem guilty the act of possession is simply horrific to them. But aaaah I love how they keep reminding themselves that Vanessa is y/n’s friend and they take their hunter as an example. They try to take care of her as they know y/n would aaaaa! 

Oh, Vanessa has the scar too! This definitely makes me think Glitchtrap likes to mark what he thinks it’s his. Seems like a signature since it was also done near a finger in Vanessa’s case. At least for his vessels.

And jfkhdkjhg the amused “What do they see in you?” comment XD Boys please. I guess it would be surprising to them because she’s much more snarky and hardened than y/n haha. But glad that as they really start paying attention to her they are reminded that there is more nuance where they only bothered to see black and white. They know the guilt when they sense it, but it might not always be due to evil or negligence. Sometimes it’s powerlessness. They really are learning, and it’s thanks to their time with y/n that they are forced to dig a little deeper into what they already thought they knew. It’s learning they do on their own right now, but yet another proof of how their heart has influenced them greatly! They get to see Vanessa does care! She always did! If not for the vow, they might actually just have killed her and not learned the truth, and also not gotten the information to save the hunter.

But of course, Vanessa is learning a bit herself! I’m sure that the boys willing to be present during an exorcism, knowing how dangerous it can be for them to trust her with it, just to be there for y/n is really something for her to think about. Not then though, she really needed that nap.

(sidenote: “They will get you back, even if they must rip the demonic cryptid out of you themselves” the foreshadowing though! I read the chapter again to write this comment and I was pointing at everything with a gasp once I realized XD)

Oh gosh then we get the possession POV oof! This demon really likes to multitask. Hunting while torturing y/n with the hunters’ deaths! And aahhh what a way to hurt them. Since their mind is basically his to rummage through it wouldn’t surprise if he chose the word “gift” specifically to drive the knife into the wound. Referring to it like the boys did to the cryptid hearts they consumed thanks to y/n. Maybe a way for Glitchtrap to tell them that any gifts will be now for him alone and that they don’t belong to Eclipse anymore.

And oh! Does this mean it was Vanessa who assigned him his name? Oooo that really goes with the parallels of each of the cryptid hunters and their experience with the prolonged stay of a demon near them! Interesting!

Also interesting that Vanessa investigated on her own! FEI really are idiots for having trapped him and not gotten rid of him. Maybe they really thought they got Bonnie and were insisting the deaths were someone else’s fault, or maybe they just wanted to keep him as a way to experiment on what they could force the demons to do. Either way, they really messed up. 

And aaah the boys console Vanessa! I think it helps that she let them know that the reason she got into this whole deal was precisely because she was trying to prevent more children’s deaths, even against her employer’s wishes. She did quite the opposite of what they believed at first. Everything in her power to do the right thing. And so they truly have the full picture now. They know why y/n loves Vanessa so much.

But oh, things start to pick up then! 

Immediately, the line “your wild hair is untucked” hits so good because it’s a clear reference to how they are missing the pin AAAAA (actually, I love the emphasis you put in the descriptions of their being loose and moving so much. The hair clip logically is such an inconsequential detail in this whole equation, but it means so much actually. It calls attention to the small hope they are clinging to, and also to the wrongness of it all. The very cause that the hunter is missing it in the first place)

Ooooo the “why did you come back”, Glitchtrap knows all of y/n’s insecurities, but also can estimate some of Eclipse’s through their memories. And the worse part is that it works, because even if they don’t show it, it’s a recent still painful moment.

And oh then we get that good juicy demon lore!! I loved reading through all the encounters they’ve had with him through the years! Glitchtrap causes trauma even to other demons kfjdhdkhs And omg the security puppet bit! Ahhhhh!!! That’s seriously one of the moments in the entire fnaf franchise that stayed with me for its impact and I was so excited when I saw you referred to it! If it hasn’t been asked, I’d love to know about how you chose all their true names! Does Glitchtrap have one too? (don’t worry if it has been asked though! I’ll be going through your blog to catch up anyways haha)

And oooh Vanessa coming up with the plan!!! Ruthless but effective. And aaaahh this part gave me so many feelings though! Because this must have meant so much for her! Finally, finally, she gets to save at least one child from Glitchtrap’s claws. After watching every kid die, likely right in front of her, wanting to do everything to save them. She got the chance to save one, and she succeeded. She might feel responsible for all the others, but it was thanks to her this one lived. It would have been so unlikely that Sun or Moon could have snatched the kid without Glitchtrap hurting them or killing them. Just… aaaaah I love that she got this. The relief that it didn’t end the same way as always!

(sidenote: fkdjhgkjgh that’s 2 kids now that will probably be traumatized by y/n’s face without it actually being y/n doing the bad thing oof)

More possession POV! I want to make a note how I love the way you emphasize that it’s him moving y/n’s body. Very much giving the feeling of a puppetmaster! Even if it’s him “wearing” the body I could very clearly imagine his hands physically moving y/n’s head to look back. And oof, the way he was tearing them apart from the inside, making very sure that he would make as much damage as possible if he himself had to die. And once again, y/n would have been willing to sacrifice themselves if it hadn’t been because it would have meant Eclipse’s end also. They better never admit that or they will earn a well deserved shaking by the shoulders, I swear dksgkjñh 

Oh, Glitchtrap just really likes to mock wherever he can. The way he mocked the almost kiss, not only angering the boys but worsening y/n’s guilt at not having noticed the demon and Vanessa just out of their reach. Oh and then! Using y/n to try and get Sun and Moon away! It’s terrifying how a demon can have more control over a human body than the human in question. 

AND THEN! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The double possession! The kiss!! AAAAAA The way they push Glitchtrap out together! How it was inevitable that he would lose that fight because even if their body rejected both, their mind would reject Glitchtrap specifically! The way that he can’t try to tear them apart like he did moments earlier because Sun and Moon are making sure to cut his contact with them! And aaah it’s so intense and sad how the process is so painful that for a moment y/n thinks they really will die. How in their mind they think of Vanessa and the kid being safe as what is important, but then they realize how they would not die without regrets if they did not apologize to them. The fact that Eclipse is the main reason not to give up, when their self-sacrificial nature made y/n so alright with dying if it meant they could take down the monster AAAAAA

And aaaaa the boys instantly let go as soon as Glitchtrap is out. Not a millisecond more than necessary is spent in the hunter’s body to make sure not to hurt them more. And ok, this is just gonna be some ramblings about the battle because gosh I just loved it so much. I love the fact that the boys declared Glitchtrap would never hurt another innocent. Not just children. Ahh I’m so proud of them! 

And oof ooooooouch the part where they get their chest ripped open. More parallels! Just like they did to Shoh what came naturally to them, so did they receive what another heart eating demon would do. And aaa Vanessa keeps helping! She’s so prepared!! She knew it took her a moment to find the incantation, so she got the book ready to be easy to find!

Aaaugh our boys received so much damage there, but they kept getting up for their heart aaaaa And oh you could feel the fury when Glitchtrap got so close to the hunter’s heart with his claws. He really went for it thinking he had won and the boys said don’t you dare!

(sidenote: hehe they Eclipsed the sun X3)

And whoooo boy they really did start ripping him apart, piece by piece like promised!

And what a finale to the battle! I love, LOVE, how Glitchtrap’s brought his own undoing upon himself. It was his sick fondness for the plushie that caused so many deaths, (and its image of the golden bunny suit that allowed him access to children) that meant there would be a vessel for him to be trapped in. And also his cruelty for wanting Vanessa to live and suffer through the effects, physical and mental, of the constant possession. Thanks to her being alive, they were able to find him and predict him. And through one of the beings he considered “nothing”, he was erased from existence. I find it interesting that he was willing to let Eclipse walk away after he thought enough damage had been dealt with. Not out of any kindness, I’m sure (probably to make them live with failure like the others) but he seemed to feel some kinship in a twisted way, with how he tried to convince them to also hunt innocent hearts and leave the sacred rules. Meanwhile humans are just toys. Too bad for him a toy is the last thing he was before he was exorcized. 

Aaaaa what an amazing battle Naff! Brutal and tense and so so good!

And then the aftermath! The boys tasting their blood to be sure they would be okay! They must have tasted all the pain and fear from the past day. The past hours. And then y/n admitting, now genuinely, how scared they are. Of losing them. And then make not one, but two vows! One to really drive it home how they will not betray their trust again. And aaaaah they finally coming to terms with their love for cryptids! Accepting a part of themselves by accepting them! AAAAAAA

And man, the boys really are amazing. Healing so quickly after such a battle! Once things have calmed down I can definitely see y/n fascinated (and thankful) for this ability to heal so thoroughly after a single meal. 

(sidenote: Y/n seriously about to become a mechanic for their boys haha, that knee needs some fixing XD)

(other sidenote: oh they picked the plushie up! Maybe to destroy it? hmmm)

The reunion with Vanessa was so sweet! And it was so funny that Sun was so offended that she didn’t immediately assumed they won XD And aaa she gets a hug! And a good cry too! She really needed that. And oh yeah, she will likely never eat a piece of candy again. Might as well be demonic goo in her eyes.

But ha! The “only you”. Called out! Wheeze!

And oh when y/n is thinking about telling her all they’ve been through my first thought was “Oh Vanessa gets to hear Cryptid Sightings from the start! Lucky her!” XD

And my last thought for this chapter was that if y/n is worried about making a good impression with the demon in laws they really shouldn’t be haha! I’m sure banishing The Enemy they’ve been hunting for millenia will absolutely get them in the good graces of the others effortlessly kfgdjhgj

Oh and! Now that Glitchtrap is gone, while the night terrors won’t disappear, I’m very glad there is some closure for them now. The demon is no longer out there. And when they wake up, they can breathe easy knowing that now, it really is only a nightmare. He has no power anymore.

Okay, for the epilogue!

Yay! Vanessa gets to go to a hospital! Too bad demonic possession is not really in their treatment list dkjhfkjdgh But I’m glad she’s not as bad off as we feared! And oh I’m curious about something she said! Human food tastes like ash to demons, but she said Glitchtrap was obsessed with sugar. Does that mean then that demons can taste things if they are possessing a human? hmmm interesting! (but morbid kjdgh)

(sidenote: “you can’t lingered on what would have happened if you had succumbed to the vampire bite”, well the hunter can’t but WE sure can XP)

Ahhh that’s a long stay at the hospital, but it’s nice how they establish some calm and get to figuring things out. And the fact that Vanessa’s tears are clear when they leave! Finally she is physically free from him!! Aaaaaaa

And it’s so sweet how the boy’s care extends to Vanessa now. How they keep patting her head and there’s a certain camaraderie forming. The way they tried to deal with her nightmares too how they did with y/n! It’s sweet, but a bit sad that they couldn’t help. But Vanessa did say Glitchtrap watched her sleep to make sure she wouldn’t escape. Waking to a demon isn’t what she needed. She needs time. To heal from the freshest wounds at least. Her saying that he’s still here says it all. His effects will always linger and her knowing what happened with Henry… well, it’s no wonder she still fears Eclipse could betray them. Thankfully, they’re all together though. They’ll figure it out. 

And aaaaa that final dance was everything! I cackled at the “missing what’s right in front of you” part, because I feel like they were not even including the cryptid part of the equation just the being obvious about their feelings and y/n logic-ing themselves away from noticing fjdhñkjgh

AAAA the getting out of their vessel in front of them though! When before they were so unsure about it! The fact that it’s y/n pulling them out, feeling safe, and wanting to see them! And omg them sharing their name! Something that feels so important to them, because only their loved ones know it, and it feels like they truly are giving them their being. A part of themselves that’s so personal. In a way, they are giving them what is closest to being their heart. What is theirs and only theirs. And the way they yearn for them to repeat it aaaaa! They finally get their heart knowing them as they crave. And there’s so much more for them to get to know too!

AND AAAAA THE KISS!!! Naff you describe kisses so well! So sweet, and intimate, and full of so many emotions, and it’s the hunter’s pov but you can just tell how much it affects the boys too, like it’s something they tried to imagine but didn’t know how much better it would be than that until now. Just the absolute trust in them, and sharing all those feelings and AAAAAAAA-

(sidenote: “They sink into your touch as if you felled them in one swoop” oh this line encapsulates so many thoughts I’ve had about love in general. The one person that could hurt Eclipse the most in the world right now is y/n. But they know they won’t. They know the person they can lower all defenses around and trust with their life is their little hunter, who would access their most vulnerable parts not to hurt but to cherish. To show them kindness and care and so they are happy to give themselves to their heart. To let them know how much they are able to affect them)

And that’s it! 

Naff, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for this fic! Filled with wonder and tension and so many cool creatures! The relationships all so easy to get invested in! All the themes about love, and the internal struggles, and growing together, and fighting to right the wrongs that were done towards those you love, and what means to be brave and trying to do the right thing! What an amazing adventure! Not to mention how much I love your writing because honestly, it’s just so good! You know how much I love it hehe <3 This is the first fic I’ve followed from early on all the way to end too! And what a fantastic one at that! Thank you for all the time and care you have put into this story! I cannot wait to read whatever you have planned for the future!

So to end this, once again! Thank you so much for this fic, Naff! You really are amazing! <3

Ah, Chaotik! I have been rereading this over and over the past few days and I love how detailed your thoughts are and I adore how you connect the crumbs I laid out! I'm almost so happy that you enjoyed it! You are amazing. I have enjoyed your every comment/thought and appreciate you so much ♥

To answer one question: Does that mean then that demons can taste things if they are possessing a human? hmmm interesting! (but morbid kjdgh)

Yes! Demons can taste regular food while possessing a human vessel, and some even get crazy about it, like Glitchtrap obsessing over sugar. When not possessing vessels, human food is gross/tasteless to them!

Thank you, Chaotik! I treasure each and every word you leave on my fics! ♥