#personals don't fucking touch this or i'll rip your arm off

[orbitsaturn]

the steps to get the best commissions.

─ except kinich can't make a guide when a "random" person keeps getting the good ones.

"so you're the one getting my commissions."

art creds: Chil_a_Su

kinich x reader

fluff

lowercase intended!

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kinich is infamous for his utilitarian approach to life. he only does commissions when the reward is satisfactory. but when he does accept a commission, he does it pretty damn well. so when a traveling journalist from fontaine heard about this pragmatic individual he wanted to write a report about him! for some miracle, the renowned kinich actually agreed to his report, albeit, he had to pay a hefty price in exchange.

Step 1: find a commission worth taking. 5/14

"usually i calculate how long the commission would take and what resources i need to put into it," kinich says to the reporter, crossing his arms while scanning the commission board for any worth taking. "i see! what happens if the one who posts the commission can't pay?" the reporter asks, writing down kinich's words rapidly.

"well-"

"you don't want to know! haha!" kinich's companion, ajaw exclaims loudly.

"oh um- i see!" the journalist sweats at his words.

shooing away ajaw, kinich turns to the journalist, "don't mind him, most people can pay since they need a deposit to post a commission."

"that's great! the adventurer's guild knows how to make a profit, haha." the journalist laughs while kinich was observing the board.

"hm, it seems like there aren't any commissions worth taking today." kinich faces the fontainian again. "do you mind finishing your report tomorrow?"

"aw man! well if there isn't a commission that isn't piquing your interest i'll meet you at the commission board tomorrow." the journalist sighs dramatically before walking away to find more people to write about.

"are all fontainians that dramatic?" ajaw clicks his tongue, seeing the journalist bothering other people.

"probably."

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Step 1: find a commission worth taking. 5/15

as kinich scans the board again a small sigh escapes his mouth. "sorry, the commissions here aren't that great today either."

"ah, that's fine." the journalist thinks for a moment before coming up with an idea, "actually, do you just want to write down what you do in a commission? you can keep it brief." seeing kinich's unamused expression he adds on, "I'll pay extra."

"deal."

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Step 1: find a commission worth taking. 5/16

"are you serious?!" ajaw yells angrily at kinich. which he only glares at the dragon in response.

"I'm telling you, we'll have to come back another day."

looking at kinich in shock, ajaw's face turns red in an instant, "UGHHHHHH!! just take a random commission!" ajaw cries, rolling around in the air in frustration.

"no, I don't want to waste my time." he waves off ajaw before walking away.

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Step 1: find a commission worth taking. 5/17

"..." the amber-eyed man stares at the board in disappointment once again.

kinich was a bit irked.

I mean, I guess he has an unofficial vacation going on because of the lack of worthwhile commissions. but that journalist did pay him a good amount of mora for a report on how he does commissions, so he'll make sure that fontainian is so satisfied he'll start getting commissions from fontaine.

"oh, no commissions again? that's so saaadd!" ajaw yells dramatically, sighing very loudly.

and he thought fontainians were dramatic.

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Step 1: find a fucking commission worth taking. 5/18

as kinich scans the commission board, one catches his eye.

WAYOB MANIFESTATION SPOTTED NEAR AMELYALCO WATERS.

REWARD: 50,000 MORA

oh? this one's worth taking.

kinich reaches to grab the flyer, yet a hand rips it out from the board before he can even touch it. he turns to the owner of hand, who's smiling happily at the commission in their hands.

"hey you," kinich gives you a tap on the shoulder, causing you to whip your head at him in confusion.

"so you're the one getting my commissions." he chuckles, yet it doesn't sound like it was evoked from amusement.

it sounded like it was due to annoyance.

"uh? your commissions??" you stare at him baffled. he stretches his hand towards you, motioning you to hand over the flyer.

"i need that," he states in a matter-of-fact tone. causing you to instantly whip your hand up high-

like that'll do anything...

kinich deadpans at you, "wow, it's so high maybe you should have it after all."

"y-yeah! it's mine okay?!" you exclaim, flustered over the stupid act you pulled before trying to rush out.

"hold on," he grabs your hand, "you're not going anywhere."

"well i am going somewhere!" you try yanking your hand but to avail, it doesn't budge.

"I'll pay you 5,000 mora if you give me that commission," he responds.

"nuh uh! I don't need money!" you exclaim, shaking your head profusely.

"10,000."

"NO!"

"15,000."

"NO! aren't you gonna lose profit??" you look at him, baffled by the increasing price points.

"mm, you're right. but look," he lets go of your hand, "I'll pay you the reward money for that commission and you give it to me." kinich says, with ajaw nodding profusely in the back.

'HUUUH?! but I wanna fight!" you cried, "it's not about the money it's for the love of the game!"

kinich stares at you with the same, but the twitch of his hand shows the effects of your proclamation.

"hmph. fine, keep it." he gives you a strange look before walking away.

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Step 1: find a commission worth taking. 5/19

as kinich heads over to the commission board once again, he spots a familiar figure.

it was you, holding a flyer in hand, pacing around the board for no reason. but after you spot him you instantly perk up.

"oh, you! random stranger from yesterday!" you run over to kinich, flyer in hand, "so um, i felt kinda bad about yesterday.. so here." you hand over the flyer to kinich.

"thank you, but," he walks closer to you, the distance between you two getting smaller and smaller, "if you're sorry then do this commission with me." he smacks the flyer lightly on your forehead.

"really?!" you look at him in surprise.

"yes really, this is the only time i'm ever going to do a joint commission, so do you want to go or not?" kinich crosses his arms, looking at you expectantly.

"I'll go!"

Note: sometimes commissions can be done by two to maximize profits.

but kinich wouldn't admit he proposed the idea of a joint commission since he found your determination cute.

oh well, it won't be the last time he does joint commissions, contrary to what he said.

[juliewillruinu]

"One Last Time" | Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Pov: You're being married off by your clan which caused you to distance yourself from Toji, but how will you react to finding out he is also being arranged to marry another woman?

18+ MDNI

Dom Toji x fem!reader, smut, P in V, no protection, overflowing cum, slight degrading, cheating (kinda, but not really), ass smacking, and a bit of fingering. (I do not own the artwork above.)

You promised yourself you wouldn't see him again. That your eyes would never meet his.

You promised yourself that you'd live a good life without him. You didn't need him any longer.

You promised yourself to do what was best for your clan. They were your priority.

You promised yourself that you'd be happy with your future husband. You'd learn to love him.

You smiled whenever someone mentioned the name of your fiance, a man, not named Toji. A man you've never met in person. You'd tell them, "I know I'll be happy with him. I've heard so many good things about him."

Everything was sunshine and rainbows until you heard the news that Toji was to be marry into another clan. You acted as if you were fine with it but you were not. Toji was yours. Your family could sell you off to another clan all they wanted, but to know that while you were gone another woman would keep him company, take over your role in his life, it saddened you, it pissed you off, it made you want to strangle yourself. You spent nights crying yourself to sleep. What were you going to do? Was there anything you could do? You could only choose family or love. In this time and age, you couldn't dare have both.

You promised yourself you'd never let his skin grace yours again.

Yet, here you are. Crying in Toji's arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck as his back is rested against the wall of your room. He entered carefully and quietly through your window. He heard how you shut yourself away recently, he knew why. He knew he had to comfort you. One last time.

You told him, "I can be without you, Toji."

"You told me you didn't need me."

You pulled away to bore your red orbs into his and spoke hastily. "I lied! I do need you so don't marry that woman. Don't hurt me like this anymore."

Toji yanked your chin, drawing your face close to his. In that moment, you saw an intensity in his eyes that was unlike anything you had ever witnessed before. His usual demeanor, so often marked by indifference and a seemingly impenetrable exterior, was shattered. The anger and vulnerability in his gaze revealed a depth of emotion you had never seen in him.

He had always seemed untouchable, as though nothing could truly affect him. But now, with you so close, everything was different. You were the only person who had ever seen beyond his Zenin lineage, who had looked at him not as a member of a powerful clan but simply as Toji. The memory of your words, "You're not a Zenin to me. I see you as just Toji," echoed in his mind, a poignant reminder of the rare connection you shared.

"You're not the only one who feels hurt by this. Do you think I like the idea of another man having his lips against yours?" His lips were dangerously close to yours. It made you shiver in anticipation. "Do you think I want him to touch what is mine? Just knowing you'll spend your wedding night with him makes me want to rip his head off. I can't let you go like that."

"Then don't." You said almost pleading. "Don't let him take me away, Toji."

"Do you think he could fuck you this good, huh? I know all your weak spots. He'd be an amateur compared to me. Don't you think?"

"...yes, yes, yes..."

Your moans filled the room as you watched how mercilessly Toji was fucking you through your vanity mirror. His eyes scrunched close as his hand held one of your wrists down and held your hand in his other. His large, vainy cock had you stretched out, vigorously entering to hit your vulnerable spots and your insides, sucking him right back in when he pulled back. Sweat glistened off both your bodies as the force he was using was causing your bed to shake. The heavy storm outside kept your screams from being heard by the servants who might be walking around during these late hours. Toji kept his promise when he told you that'd he'd fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to get out of bed for your wedding.

Red love bites were left on your neck and breasts while you returned the favor by leaving faint scratch marks on his chest and back and teeth marks on his shoulders.

You hissed as Toji's tip pounded against the one spot you enjoyed the most. You were close again. Just a little longer and you'd melt for him again. Toji must have gotten the message as his eyes fluttered open before making contact with yours through the mirror. You could see a mischievous smirk grow on his face. He could feel your insides slowly clamping down on his cock, almost ready to rip it off him.

"Who gave you permission to come yet?" Before you had a chance to answer, Toji had already pulled his cock out causing a slight "pop" noise to occur. His cum from previous rounds began to ooze out of you now that there wasn't anything to keep it inside. It practically left you whining.

"Don't take it out. I was s'close."

"Naughty girl, you have no shame do you? Tomorrow you'll be someone's wife and here you are drooling for your lovers cock?"

He took his teasing further and inserted his index finger which he pumped back and forth against your walls. He wouldn't even give you at least two fingers, not that it would have been enough to help you finish, but it would give much better results than one finger and Toji knew this well.

"Toji, put it back in...please."

"Do you want it that bad?" You nodded frantically. "Then go ahead take it. Milk it, make yourself cum on it, but you'll be the one doing all the work."

You sat up seeing Toji lay his scratched back against the bed before getting on top of him with your shaking legs. You weren't used to being on top and his posture made it seem as if he'd have you do all the work, but you didn't mind. If he was allowed to prove to you that no man could fuck you the way he could, it was only right to prove to him that no woman would ever be good enough for him unless it was you.

One of his hands traveled up your thigh, fingers caressing your supple skin while the other attempted to align his cock to your entrance. His hand went to your hips, ready to help ease you down on it only to be met by your boldness as you slammed yourself down on his thick length. He threw his head back, grunting as your insides molded around him perfectly causing his cock to pulsate in excitement. His large hands gripped each side of your bum, begging for you to move already. You placed your hands on his toned stomach to keep yourself balanced and began to move up and down. You took your precious time, taking it nice and slow. Toji shouldn't be the only one allowed to tease.

"What do you think you’re doing?"

"Teaching you a lesson from earlier."

"Ah!"

He growled giving your ass a hard smack that left a burning sensation, "don't be a brat."

'You're the one acting like one,' you said to yourself before you picked up the pace. Each time you move down his cock the skin of your bum and his shaft made loud slapping noises that left his gulping.

"Fuck, just like, princess. So fucking tight. You like that don't you?"

You met another slap on your ass when you didn't respond fast enough.

"Yes! It's the best, Toji! It's so fucking good!"

The bed creaked underneath the both of you, his cock hitting every spot imaginable. You could feel his cock start to swell, he was close just as were you. He pulled you down against his chest, wrapping a arm around you waist to keep you attached to him while his other hand pushed down on your bum as he jerks his hips up. There's no doubt about it. You were so cock drunk that even your moans sounded incoherent. It felt like your mind was elsewhere while the center of your stomach tightened.

His hot breath brushed against your skin, "Tell me who you love. Come on, tell me, little whore."

"You! I love you! Fuck, Toji. I love you." He hungrily smashed his lips against yours giving you no time to breathe. His tongue wrestling against yours, seeking for its submission to him. You fisted at the pillows near his head as his cock was destroying your insides. Your thoughts only focused on Toji as he nipped at your bottom lip.

"I can't hold it anymore~"

"Fuck, me too. Come on, princess. Give it to me and I'll reward you."

Toji, in the throes of passion, drives his hips firmly against you one last time. His release is powerful, filling you with a warm, thick sensation as his cum spreads inside you. You feel him pulse and release, the heat and pressure intensifying as he finishes.

As he remains inside you, the sensation of his cum beginning to overflow adds a heightened sense of fullness. Your body responds instinctively, your lower body jolting slightly as the sensation of his release overwhelms you. The tightness in your stomach starts to ease, replaced by a warm, satisfying relaxation.

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You and Toji laid sideway near each other, your bodies hidden underneath the silk sheets. You could feel his warm lips press against your head as you buried your face in his chest. His strong hand move up and down your back. His touch, his scent his breathing, they were all so comforting. How could you possible live without this man?

"Toji, let's run away. Tonight. Just me and you. Let's never come back here." Your spoke with a straight face, Toji rested his chin over your head, chuckling at your serious tone.

"What about your clan, hmm?"

"..Screw them.."

[nastyaromatherapy]

"Can't handle myself" (18+)

After killing yet another person, Ethan can't handle himself around you.

pairing - ghostface!Ethan Landry x fem!reader

short, 969 word dark fic

warnings: non-con, dark themes, PIV

"Ethan, we really shouldn't," you started, desperately trying to go against his advances. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and your stomach felt like moldy Jell-O. Ethan just killed someone, the third guy this month. He was unphased, blood splattered on his mask and clothes. You on the other hand, were frantically hiding all of the evidence.

"Why not sweetheart? I thought you liked the mask," he said, gently stroking it in his hands as if it were his child. "I do. But I don't like fucking on the same dirt you killed a man on!" You screeched, gesturing towards the dismembered body. You slightly felt a gag build up in your throat.

"You know I'm irresistible," he whispered in your ear, caressing your hips, his hands moving up to your waist. Ethan had this thing where whenever he killed someone, his ego goes from zero to one hundred. Really fast and really fucking hard.

You grimaced at his manic breath, tapping fingers at your side anxiously. "Come on," he coerced. "I'll have you screaming for me in minutes."

You met Ethan through a friend, Quinn. He was her dorky younger brother that you guys would poke fun at and laugh about during sleepovers. That was until one day, you two grew attracted to each other, and started to see each other behind Quinn's back. It didn't take long for her to find out though. Her and your other friends.

It didn't take long for you and Ethan to lose your virginities to each other, not long for Ethan to follow you to your college. It took no time at all for you to find out about him and his wicked family's little secret.

Quinn knew how livid Ethan would be if you were to ever leave him. She betrayed you that day. Blackmailing you on your birthday to stay with the young man. You were young yourself.

Your stomach twisted in a familiar way as Ethan touched you, feeling over your body. He started to kiss at your neck, but you pushed him away. Ethan looked at you worriedly and wiped his slobber covered lips. "You okay, babe?" You shook your head and threw up your arms. "No! Nothing is okay. Can you at least get rid of the fucking body before doing this." Ethan just shook his head. "But you're so sexy baby, I can't handle myself."

He overpowered you and bent you over the counter beside the bathtub where the chopped up body laid. "I'm sorry ma. I really can't." You internally rolled your eyes. Of course he could. He ripped a hole in your leggings for an opening. "Ethan!" You scolded, again trying to get up but he held you down. "Sorry," he repeated again. "I'll get you a new pair. How's that sound?" He asked tenderly.

"Horrible," you muttered to yourself.

His hands hooked your panties aside and got a feel for your folds. Dry. He leans in and spits on them, making you clench. "Just making you slick for me, baby," he says as a response to your jolt.

"Ethan please, just stop," you whined. You were clearly not at all in the mood. A dead, rotting body was the least sexiest thing ever. He kept going anyways, slipping two fingers into you. You responded with a grunt.

"This okay?" He asked you. "No, it's not." You said firmly, again making your way up only for Ethan to push you back down on the cold surface. He leans down to kiss your neck and takes out one finger. "There, better," he whispers. That was clearly not what you meant. He thrusted the finger, his ring, in and out at a slow and steady pace. Your breaths got heavier as you tried not to make eye contact with your mirror reflection.

After about five minutes of fingering with no response from you, Ethan gets needier. He takes his cock out, it was red and extremely wet. You gasp when you sees it in the mirror. "Ethan, no. We can't. I got off of my birth control." You say. It was true, but you knew he would be disappointed due to his breeding kink.

"What? You're playing with me." He says, smiling obliviously. You shaked your head, assuring you were not. He sighs and looks very disappointed, and you see his cock twitch as he thinks to himself. "It's okay," he says, turning you on your back and lining himself up with your entrance. "I'll just pull out!" You shook your head as the tip comes in contact with your pussy. "Ethan I don't trust you, stop- Ethan!" You screamed when he pushes into you anyways.

"I'm sorry baby, it'll only take like six minutes okay," he huffs out while thrusting shallow thrusts. "Then I'll pull out and you'll be good, okay?" Your eyebrows furrow in fear. "Ethan, let's just quickly go to the store and buy some protection okay? Just don't, I know you," you plead, aware of his horrible pull out game.

"J-just trust me," he stuttered out, already feeling close. You didn't get what pleasure he found in this. You were clearly uninterested and not even wet. His thrusts become slower, deeper, and you could feel him pulsating inside like a heartbeat. "Fuck I'm close," he whispers, falling forward with his hair covering his eyes. "Ethan fucking pull out right now," you beg with tears in your eyes as you hear the victim's roommate's car approaching. "I-I can't," he whispers breathily. You shake your head a no, using your feet to try and push his tall frame away.

"Fuck!" He screams with a final thrust, filling your cunt with his cum. "Ethan," you shakily let out, choking on tears.

"Babe, where are you? The craziest shit happened at work today!"

[kenny-the-ken]

Mine, and Mine Alone!

This was requested by a lovely anon, so thank you so so much for the idea!! I had so much fun writing this!! Send me lots of requests guys!! I love hearing from you all!! AGED UP CHARACTERS

Clyde fucking Donovan. He had been a thorn in Kyle's side for years now, ever since Kyle started dating y/n, and that was almost three years ago.

He knew Clyde was in love with you, but wasn't it obvious that you weren't interested? You were a kind girl, and he played on that fact. He knew you'd never want to hurt anyone's feelings, and he loved that about you, but he hated how Clyde used it for is own advantage over you.

All of this made Kyle extremely over protective, even getting to the point where his friends group were protecting you too, just to stop Kyle's brain from literally exploding every time a guys eyes lingered on you for just a bit too long.

And that was just in a day to day situation. Tonight was worse, oh one hundred million times worse, you were all going to a party at Wendy's house, Wendy had personally invited both of you and when Kyle seen how excited you were about attending, he knew he had no other choice but to come.

There you stood, your hand in Kyle's, sipping your drink and chatting to Wendy about god knows what when Kyle's interest peaked. The door had opened, and there was Clyde, sounding already under the influence.

"Douche bag at 10 o'clock." Stan spoke, ripping Kyle from his thoughts, simply nodding in response.

"Be better not try anything." Kyle whispered to Stan, you completely oblivious to what they were chatting about.

You all had been here for a while now, and much to Kyle's surprise he was actually enjoying himself more than he thought he would. He and the guys were all tipsy, laughing together like they did when they were kids, and you were taking shots in the kitchen with Bebe and Wendy.

"Hey, y/n, long time no see." You turned to see Clyde, leaning against the kitchen worktop.

"Hey Clyde, how're you?" You asked, your words a little more slurred that normal, causing you to giggle at yourself.

You were also too oblivious to realise that Wendy and Bebe had moved back to the living room where the rest of the party was, leaving you alone in the kitchen with Clyde.

This was his chance, and he wasn't going to waste it.

"I'll be so much better when I get to call you mine." Clyde replied, inching closer to you, and you slowly began to panic, your eyes widening slightly.

"Clyde, that's not going to happen, I'm with Kyle, I love him!" Your voice was raised louder than before, and your back hit off the edge of the worktop behind you, Clyde still approaching closer to you and you had no where left to go.

"You seriously think that a girl like you should be with a guy like that?" He questioned, one of his hands reaching to where your back rested against the countertop, locking you in.

"Clyde, move away from me!" You warned, your tone raised louder once more as you pushed him, which only made things worse.

"I've been in love with you forever, y/n, just one kiss, and then if you don't feel anything then I'll leave you alon-"

He was cut off from finishing his sentence as Kyle threw a punch at his from the side, Clyde's nose already staring to bleed as he clutched his face.

"Don't you DARE speak to my girlfriend that way, Clyde! And even better yet, don't fucking touch what's mine!" Kyle shouted, throwing another punch at him, knocking him to the ground.

"Kyle, I wasn't-" Clyde began, before Kyle cut him off once more, no way would he entertain this bullshit.

"Wasn't what? Pressuring my girlfriend to kiss you?! You've always been a pain in my fuckin' ass Clyde! Take the hint! She's with me, I won, you lost!" Kyle shouted once more, his arms engulfing you close to his chest, pressing kissed on the top of your head.

"Come on, y/n, let's go home." Kyle spoke, as you nodded in agreement, taking his hand in your own as he led you out of the house, sighing when you were a few streets away.

"He's so lucky I didn't kill him." Kyle spoke through gritted teeth, his free hand clenched in a tight fist.

"I'm just so glad you came when you did, god knows what he's have tried." You spoke, yours hands still shaking from the incident moments ago.

"You're staying in my house tonight, no ifs or buts about it, I'm gonna cuddle you to sleep." Kyle spoke, his hand detaching from yours to wrap an arm around your waist.

"As long as you don't mind?" You asked, a small smile on your face as your boyfriend shook his head.

"Of course I don't mind, my bed feels lonely without you in it." Kyle spoke, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you neared his home.

He quietly unlocked the door, not wanting to wake his little brother, and you both entered, heading upstairs to get ready for bed.

"My mom washed and dried your pyjamas you left here by the way." Kyle spoke, opening one of his beside cabinets and lifting your pyjamas out, placing them on the bed for you.

"I'll thank her in the morning." You said, taking your coat off and pulling your jeans down, then taking your top off. You could feel eyes burning through your flesh, and you knew that Kyle couldn't keep his eyes to himself, or his hands for that matter.

His hands found your hips as he pulled you to his chest, a small smirk on his face as he pressed kisses down your neck.

"I think it's time I remind you who this pussy belongs to, hmm?" He spoke, his voice low and raspy. His strong hands pushed you backwards onto his bed, a small gasp escaping you as he stood above you, pulling his shirt from his body and next unbuckling his belt, trailing his jeans from his legs, a smirk stuck to his face.

"I'm gonna ruin you, baby." He spoke, quickly removing your panties from your small form. He got down on his knees at the edge of the bed, pressing soft kisses up your thighs, before dipping his tongue between your wet folds, wanting to taste you.

"Fuck, Kyle!" You gasped, your hands moving to tangle in your boyfriends thick, tightly curled red hair, tugging gently.

His tongue was circling your clit, as he sucked gently on it, earning a long string of moans from you. And they were about to get louder, you felt his long digit circle round your entrance, before he pushed it inside you, curling his finger against your g-spot, his tongue still stimulating your clit.

"K-Kyle, oh my god." This only increased his speed, as he entered another finger inside you, pumping them quickly while curling them against your spot, and your back arched against the soft mattress beneath you, your moans growing louder and more frequent as you neared your release.

"I-I'm getting close, Kyle." You managed, his free hand moving up to tease with one of your nipples, his tongue licking stripes along your clit as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your back arching, and Kyle's name falling from your lips effortlessly in the form of moans. It was electric, your hands tugging on Kyle's hair, as he lapped up your juices, pulling his finger from you and sucking them into his mouth before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"That was incredible." You panted, Kyle's smirk still firmly placed on his lips.

"Oh baby, who said we were finished?" He winked, and you knew you were going to be in for one hell of a night.

[bonkbobl]

beautiful fool

ROOSE BOLTON X READER | PART 2

a/n: wait okay i didn't mean to fall down this rabbit hole but roose bolton can get it i dont really care. genuinely sometimes i forget that hes a bad... bad bad bad man. he has that flavor of bad thats just so alluring though i cant resist. i forget that the boltons often torture people for fucks and giggles but rewatching the scene where roose just fucks with jamies head for no reason other than thinking it might be funny made me think to what lengths would he go for something he actually wants. warning that its unedited and unplanned and this is more or less a train of thought fic.

summary: he had to have you. whatever it takes.

warning: REALLY explicit, major dubious consent, honestly headed toward straight noncon. very problematic trope of being forced to fuck but then enjoying it. forced marriage. id say dark roose but lowkey this is pretty in character for this bad bad bad man bad man. bad man.

Your heart raced out of your chest, fear even threatening to bubble and explode out of your throat. You almost got away. You nearly escaped. And here you were, tackled into the mud just by the river by men who wanted to hurt you. Hurt you and whatever was left of your family.

The men who whispered taunts in your ear as they tied your hands behind your back laughed. These were the same men who just two days ago invited the woman who you call mother and the man who was like a brother to you into their home to feast and murdered them.

You knew they'd send out a hunting party after you. But you thought swimming in the water might throw them off your scent. You weren't so lucky.

And as they dragged you back, the words of those men rang ominously through your head, "It's too bad the lord wants her untouched. I'd very much like to touch this one."

A lurking feeling told you that you'd probably have preferred to fall into the river and crack your head open on some jagged rock than find out what use the Lord of the Dreadfort had for you.

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"What happens if I refuse," You asked, lifting your chin in defiance, as much defiance as you could manage with your arms tied behind your back.

Roose tilted his head at you almost like he was amused that you'd even think you have a say in the matter in the first place. "Then I'll put a bastard baby in you," he responded, his frankness and lack of shame sending cool shivers down your back. "And once the bastard is born I'll put another in you."

You couldn't help the frustrated tears that pooled in your eyes and you ripped your gaze away from him, fear bubbling in your chest and making you feel sick.

"Whore of Winterfell, or Lady Bolton. It's your decision, love."

Ever since that conversation you had pondered how likely it is you'd make it even a few miles before you were captured, either by Bolton hunters or the Ironborn. Either would be unpleasant. You wondered if you could find a way to just be done with it all and join your ward family in the seven heavens rather than fight. But you knew you could never bring yourself to. You were one of the living, through and through. You had to run.

And plan, you did, but no opportunity came. It was only a matter of time before you were put in a pretty white dress and brought under a Godswood to speak your vows to the man who betrayed your true king.

All you could think was why. Why cant he just let you go. You have no legitimate claim that could threaten him. You're not a stark. You're just a girl. You don't come from a large family. Not one of influence. There are no banners to raise. No substantial actions you could take against the new wardens of the north. You were more likely to die trying to run north than you were to be any kind of threat.

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It wasn't like Roose to hold affections for any particular person. It was rare for him to even feel a vague sense of fondness towards anyone. A person is useful and competent. If they aren't then at best they are a nuisance that he could do without, at worst a threat to the Bolton name.

But you.

You were every bit as much a fool as the man who took you in as a ward, and that same mans son who grew up with you. You fretted over honor and doing the right thing when your enemies would not pay a second thought. You argued in favor of the late Queen Talisa's insistence on helping both Northern and Royal forces, allocating countless coppers toward medicating the enemy.

You aggravated Roose to no end when you first began to speak out. And yet he found that his eyes would always meet yours, rake downward against his will really. And though it only added to his aggravation, he brushed those feelings aside as the natural desires of a man.

He, in no way, found you difficult to gaze upon. It was infuriating, even more so that you seemed to understand the effect you had on men, flirting about with the son of Karstark and joking crudely with the men as if you weren't a lady to be respected.

And yet he found a stirring in him when you'd make an innuendo that was a little too risque.

He soon found it difficult to not think of you. Especially when you, the beautiful fool, revealed yourself to be of a sharper mind than even the King in moments.

"I love Talisa, truly, but think about it, Robb. You may be winning battles right now. But if you become too close to her, your closest advisors may falter. You risk losing the war."

"We have little food to sustain the rest of the camp, perhaps it'd do the Northern cause some good to do something about the overflowing kennels. As distasteful as it is to execute so many."

"Karstark will be avenged if you go through with this, please Robb. His forces make up a third of ours. Think. Think about it, I beg you."

Roose was irked by the fact that he agreed with you on more occasions than not, but he was impressed nevertheless. And it only kept you on his mind more. No, it wasn't love, Roose was sure of it, it erred more on the side of an intrigue that escalated to the point of near obsession. You were, after all, young, beautiful, thoughtful, and you held a level head. More strong than his first wife, less stiff and rigid than his second. More alluring and exciting than both.

The way Roose saw it, Robb Stark was becoming more dangerous to the interests of the North, growing increasingly reckless as the war went on. It was really his duty to usurp the so called King in the North, whod surely lead all the great Northern Houses to extinction if this masquerade continued on. You, however, would be a great loss if you were to drown alongside the wolf.

A great loss, indeed. Not to any higher purpose, you were not from any significant house. No, you just deserved to live. It baffled Roose to know he felt that way about any one person. But he reasoned it's simply because he wants you for himself. His pretty little wife — you'd fit that role so well.

He even remembered the way the old Lord Frey cackled when he stated his intentions with you.

"Marry any of my daughters and I will give you her weight in silver, My Lord. An offer of good faith and my grandson shall become Warden of the North."

"I'm honored by the offer, believe me. But I already have a prize that I've set my eyes on."

Frey's eyebrows arched in amusement.

"The Stark Ward," Bolton answered the unspoken question.

And the old man laughed, harder than a man his age should be able to, and sure enough his joy was cut short by a few uncouth coughs. "Pretty slut. I cannot say I blame you, Lord Bolton. I'm embarrassed I didn't think to take that pretty thing as my spoils before you did."

Roose offered a polite smile and hum, "I'll wed one of your children or perhaps grandchildren to whatever child I will have with my new wife."

Frey chuckled, nodding, "Hm, expect me to remember such a promise, my lord..." Then with a sardonic smirk, the lecherous old man spoke again, "Eh, I assume you aren't the type of man to like to share, are you, Lord Bolton."

And Roose's smile dropped into a hard glare. Frey laughed again, waving him off.

"A joke," he reassured, "Alright. After we kill the boy and his mum, you keep the whore. I cant wait to see how you deign to tame the bitch."

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The very same halls you grew up in echoed terribly as your husband led you to the chambers you would share. The Lords chambers. You remember running to this very room to pester your Lord and Lady, sometimes Sansa or her older brother running alongside you.

Lord Bolton hardly spoke a word to you. All the better, for you could not bear to look at him. All those months of sitting across him as both of you counseled the proclaimed King in the North, and you thought you knew the man. You even admired him, vied for his approval. You thought him to be intelligent, more clear headed than the men that are easily driven by anger or lust and other vices of men. You'd smile to yourself on the occasions he'd agree with you or appear to approve of your advise.

To be honest, you thought Lord Bolton had no such love or affection toward you, especially in the very beginning when he wouldn't even stop to regard you, or he'd clearly speak over you, brush you aside, advise your king the opposite of the words you'd spoken. You thought he saw you as a mere child, playing at king and hand like you and Robb would as babes.

Now you think he really must have hated you. You wonder how long he hated Robb, and all the Starks, all their allies. But you, he must have hated you especially. Why he would feel the need to subject you to the greatest torture of living with him, being bred by him, carrying child after child, you wondered why why why. Why does he hold so much resentment toward a young girl. He must be a sad man.

You suddenly realized he was staring at you, watching your teary eyes, your clenched jaw, your shaky breath. You stared him in his cold eyes, defiant. Though you knew it was useless. You knew what would come next. He made it clear.

Whore of Winterfell, or Lady Bolton.

Was there any difference?

For Lady Bolton, the children you bear him would be heirs rather than bastards. For Lady Bolton, you'd have a title, your "honor" in tact. But everything that mattered would remain the same. Youd take him nightly. You could only hope for him to cease his visits once a babe has taken to your belly

"Lady Bolton," your husband commanded your attention.

You faced him, inches away from the bed. He towered over you and you did your best at a feeble attempt to not let him intimidate you. You were scared. You wanted to be strong but the thought of what was to come next was scaring you. There's no escape.

"Lord Bolton," you replied, nothing but spite in your tone.

He breathed a humorous scoff, shaking his head slightly, "Undress yourself," he said, barely above a whisper, challenging you by tilting his head to the side. His eyes were so cold, barely feeling. You'd not be surprised if he told you he wasn't human.

Swallowing, you began unlacing your dress, attempting to remain hard as steal. But a tear finally trickled down your face when his hand reached up to cup it.

Your fingers stalled to a halt when he leaned in to kiss the tear, an action that would be comforting from any other man but you knew he meant to mock you. This was meant to be humiliating. He doesn't care for you. He kisses your tears away to remind you he doesn't care. He might even like it. Stop crying.

But you couldn't. You squeaked out a small sob as his lips came down to meet yours, hungry and demanding. Your shaky breath let out a heavy sigh through your nose and the feeling of fear strangely extinguished from your chest for a moment. Instead, your chest rose and you met him in his kiss.

His lips were surprisingly soft, his tongue felt dirty in your mouth but you couldn't explain why you didn't want to bite it off and spit it out. Instead you felt helpless and you let his tongue roam your mouth with little to no fight. When he pulled away from you, a string of spit tried desperately to keep the two of you connected but smacked against your chin after a mere second.

Your breath was heavy, cheeks wet with tears, flushed and probably looking a mess. You didn't want to imagine it. The vague sense of disgust with yourself remained but it just felt slightly different. You didn't know how to place it. It stirred rather pleasantly in your lower tummy and you felt really tense down there.

"I will repeat this command. But for the future, I want it to be known that I don't enjoy repeating myself. Undress yourself."

You heard his words clearly and allowed him to kiss you again. Your fingers clumsily and hurriedly worked at your dress. You stripped yourself bare as he did as he liked, kissing, nipping at your lips. His hands explored the new inches of your body as they became more and more exposed to him.

They roamed over your back, and back in front to cup your soft tits, weighing them, toying with your nipple... roamed back down your back, squeezing your firm ass. You couldn't place the feeling, you couldn't place it. You didn't like the feeling. You wanted it to stop. And yet if he pulled away you felt as if you might lean back into his touch inexplicably. You'd hate it but you'd go back for more.

Whenever he groped you a little too hard, you'd whine without even realizing it and Roose's pleasure would grow. Once you were fully naked, you grew awkward, not knowing what to do with your hands so you backed toward the bed. But he followed.

The rough fabric of his clothes felt harsh against your soft skin. You had nothing to do but whimper again and when you turned your head away, he simply let you, instead taking the opportunity to finally look at you, his little wife. Beautiful, clever, stubborn little wife.

You ducked your head, crying, confused at the way you felt, confused as to why you weren't fighting him harder. And that spurred you to begin.

Roose realized you weren't fighting him the second he kissed you and he shared your confusion for a second until he felt your tongue caressing his in reciprocation. He's sure you hadn't even fully realized your own actions as you had rushed to comply with his orders.

He half expected you to be a shy blushing bride but this reminded him that you were a little of a tease with Robbs men, cracking nasty jokes that a lady should not have been aware of. You were no blushing bride. In fact, you were a bit of a slut. A tease.

And suddenly, it struck him that the behavior hadn't so much aggravated him in the way that he thought. In fact the memory of you flirting with those men who were now burried in the ground or thrown into the river, gave him this strong sense of accomplishment to have you here.

Roose began undoing his trousers, unsheathing himself to your horror and you pushed him away, escaping the only way you were permitted, crawling on the bed and trying to get over to the other side. Roose was too fast, grabbing your ankle and pulling you down.

You fell but you kicked him in the chest and he laughed, dropping your ankle, but only so he could grasp your hips firmly and pull you back along the edge of the bed.

"Down, girl," he commanded, as if you were a dog.

You cried, clawing at anywhere to escape to. But he was right behind you and as you looked around, you knew it was hopeless. Still the fight burned on in your chest. Then you heard a smack and a sharp pain in your buttock, jolting you under your husband.

Another one came because you refused to calm yourself, then his hand slipped between your thighs and he spanked you again as another feeble warning.

"My lady," He started, waiting for you to calm finally before chuckling. Then your torturer informed you of something, no doubt to break your spirits, "Are you aware, Lady Bolton, how wet your cunt is?"

His rough weathered fingers rubbed at your entrance, barely pushing in and sure enough the sound of your slick being rubbed and spread around, filled your ears. Your fists balled the sheets under it and your legs helplessly kicked up, though with no purpose. You couldn't get away. From him. From your shame. From your body's betrayal.

"Your womb is begging me to fill it. You feel it, don't you?" He taunted, "You're confused, aren't you. Stupid, confused, little wife."

His fingers slipped away and you fought to catch your breath, fists relaxing because he stopped. But then his fingers were replaced by something thicker and hotter and your struggle resumed. Your hips squirming but all it did was slicken his cockhead for an easier entrance.

"Let me clear your confusion, stupid little wife." Roose cooed to you, the tone of his voice unfitting of the cruel words. "You are exactly where you belong. Under your husband, serving your husband. The Warden of the North. There's no need to fight your fate or fight your pleasure as you are exactly where you belong."

Then he began pushing into you and your toes clenched, back arching inexplicably. The new angle that you provided made it easier. You knew it didn't make sense but it made perfect sense to Roose, who chuckled behind you, smacking your ass, this time not in displeasure but as a praise. Your body twitched at it, cunt squeezing and pulsing around him as if it were trying to suck it in.

Your moans grew more wanton as he pushed in torturously slow. And of course it hurt, stung, when he forced past your maidenhead but you couldn't even bring yourself to squirm away from that. You were rightfully his.

When his hips met yours, he just held himself buried inside you for a few seconds and you continued to contract and twitch around him, small squeaks of confusion escaping your throat against your will. You couldn't stop squirming. The sensation of something so big filling you stirred you uncontrollably.

A hand trailed down your thigh, nudging it upward and you followed the movement, allowing him to prop your leg up on the bed. Then he began thrusting and your face heated up when you heard just how wet you were. Each time his hips pressed flush against you, youd feel the cool sensation of your slick on his balls.

It was all so vivid. Even if you couldn't see what was going on behind you. You knew. And the most shameful noises forced past your throat as your husband fucked you deeply and slowly.

"Listen to yourself," Roose muttered, hands coming up to grab your shoulders.

It allowed him to hammer deeper and harder into you, the sharpness of his thrusts contrasting the slow strokes he started with. You cried out, shameful but you were horrified to find that you did not want him to stop. Not when he was... oh his cock was hitting something inside you. Deep inside you.

"Keep making those noises, darling wife. I cant tell if I enjoy your pleasure more or your tears."

You cried out, a small sob at the end of it. And despite your better judgement, you turned your head to look at your husband. Your naked body contrasted so much with his garments, which stayed mostly unmoved. Only his pants and breeches were pulled down to his mid thigh.

His expression hardened upon evaluating your features. There was nothing more beautiful, your lips parted in a pleasure that confused you. The tears had dried by now but your hair was a mess and your eyes swollen and pinkish. Not to mention the way you were splayed out beneath him. He landed a firm spank to your buttocks again, aiming to leave marks.

You whimpered, eyebrows coming together as your pussy clamped down around him. Roose grabbed your hip that was propped higher than the rest of your body due to your leg that was positioned on the bed. And he used that hip as leverage to pull your body into him.

The confusion within you turned to fear when an unfamiliar feeling began building within you. You cried out loudly and involuntarily clamped down even harder around him, pulsing uncontrollably as he jackhammered into you ruthlessly, intensifying when his hands abandoned your hips for your neck.

You couldn't help but feel as if you were reduced to a little object. He could grab you wherever and however he wanted and pull you against his cock and you had nowhere to run and yet you couldn't even deign to lift your legs and kick at him. You surrendered to the smallness that he made you feel, cries and distress replaced by whimpers and submission.

You came to find your body shaking and convulsing with a blinding kind of pleasure. Even your moans died into a breathy, shaky sigh, back arching as you sank further into the sheets beneath you. Your lord gave no sign of stopping, another self satisfied hum rumbling from his chest.

"Good, so good, darling. I knew you would come to enjoy your new position."

And with that you were filled again with shame, though not yet strong enough to overshadow the stubborn pleasure which muted any feelings that might incite discomfort. You especially could not feel displeased when your husband firmly snapped his hips into you, releasing a grunt. He continued to pump into you, slowly but firmly. sighing along with his thrusts. It was the only compromise in composure that he allowed you to see and you were only sure at this point that he was finished with you.

Surprisingly the spilling of his seed didn't feel like much but your cunt squeezed him, as if it was aware. And you felt satisfaction wash over you, as if your body was also aware.

To your shock and shame, your ass gyrated beneath him, rolling itself against him to fully milk him for all he had to offer you. And you hid your face, pausing once you realized.

After recovering from his release, Roose watched you closely, appreciating the way you still squirmed, restless. You moved your leg back down to the floor and pushed back, hips meeting his and your cunt convulsed again around him due to the overstimulation. He stood like a barrier, looming over you a he rested his hands on the edge of the bed where your hips were and your restless little cunt continued to twitch and pulse as you tried to compose yourself desperately.

You breathed deeply but it was hopeless. You could not walk away with your dignity, fully aware of how Lord Bolton stared upon his Lady Bolton, satisfied with how you gave into him so easily.

You shivered and your breath hitched when he landed a kiss to your shoulder blade. Then you sighed, settling down again for him. And a needy whimper confirmed your submission.

Roose loomed over you, giving you another small kiss on your temple.

"You did well, my lady."

The approval got to you. Your days on Robbs counsel trying your best to say anything intelligent that would make him accept you as an equal. It all led you to this moment. But you never did accomplish your goal of being viewed as an equal, at least it didn't feel that way in this moment. His softening cock still inside you, the only thing stopping his spend from trickling down your leg. Oh the shame of it all.

"I'm pleased to find that you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"No," You protested but in your voice you could tell you didn't even believe yourself.

Lord Bolton merely laughed. And you whimpered again, willing yourself to sink into the bed and disappear. Then your husband pulled back and spread your ass cheeks apart, giving you a lengthy thrust. Though he was not as hard as he was moments ago, the movement was enough to make you shiver.

"Then we should try again in a half mark of an hour. I shall train my lady wife to welcome me into her bed."

You bit the inside of your mouth to prevent another whimper but it was ripped from you when Lord Bolton spanked you again.

Oh yes, Roose Bolton would commit a thousand betrayals and massacre a hundred false Kings if it meant he'd end up with you, here, to warm his bed.

[vampcubus]

Monster fucking dom!reader you say ?? Sounds like my alley !

I think a normal amount ( not ) about Domming Akaza . So pretty on his knees , hands bound behind his back . He could rip free if he truly wanted to , but he doesn’t .

Letting his goddess do as she pleases with him . Playing with him until he’s a mess , TEARS rolling down his face .

dom!reader monsterfucking fics would literally be a dream come true. i'm tempted to write some monster versions of characters. now about akaza...

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!akaza, dom!reader, edging, ruined orgasm, rambly.

I think about domming akaza an abnormal amount i'll admit it. He's just so pretty, so polite, and so pliant (with the right person). Acts of service and worship just feel natural to him. There's nowhere he feels more at peace than knelt at your feet with his cheek resting on your thigh. You almost don't even need to restrain him, for he'd keep his arms behind his back on his own if you asked. But even akaza can only take so much teasing before he starts mindlessly pawing at you.

There's very little akaza wouldn't let you do to him. Like edging him until he feels he'll burst into flame if you don't give him some sort of release, growling and snarling each time your hand retreats from his aching sex.

If not for the bindings as a physical reminder of his position he might have caught your wrist and demanded you to finish him off- though even if that were to happen, all it would take is one look at your unamused expression to release your hand and bow his head in apology. You deny his release for hours on end until every touch to his swollen cock feels like it's scorching him, and toss him right back onto the edge. His back arches and curls up into your grasp, mindlessly chasing the maddening stimulation.

He wants so badly to cum that all he can do is beg you over and over to let him, to have mercy on him. your comforting words and shushing only deepen his humiliation, an almost sickly flush blooming across his pale cheeks, the red hue a stark contrast to the blue markings that adorn his skin.

Just when he thinks you'll cave, stroking him longer, letting him get closer to the edge until he feels like he'll be able to spill his seed- you rip it all away, leaving him to pitifully buck into stimulation that isn't there anymore.

And if you were to ruin his orgasm whilst he's in that state? He's crying out in anguish, asking you 'why why why' between miserable sobs as the satisfaction of his release is ripped from him.

And when he's finally calmed down, you take his face into your hands so sweetly and tell him just how good he is. How strong and resilient he is for you, always enduring all that you inflict. And like the pathetic creature he is, he crumples under your praise. He knows he'd do anything to appease you, and suffer through any punishment or torture.

Anything to see that proud smile on your face.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Uhhh… maybe Adam Threatens the baby, then Charlie goes full demon mode. Like Lucifer 2X

oh Adam is already dead as fuck in this au, for me personally, but I think Charlie would be just as happy to gently grip Lute's head in her talon'ed pitch-black demon hands, and softly remind the new leader of the exorcists that she is currently In. HELL. Charlie's domain. threatening the kid of Charlie's girlfriend

Lute: "That child is heaven born- made from angelic steel! They have a divine duty and a calling. They BELONG up in HEAVEN-"

Demon Charlie: "They belong. Where they will be loved. They belong here, in hell, in the arms of the woman who carried them safely off of YOUR battlefield."

Lute: (sneering) "She calls them an 'it' doesn't she? You think SHE can be a mother!?"

Demon Charlie: "I think she lost her wings and eye for valuing the life of child she didn't even know."

Lute: "A demon brat."

Demon Charlie: "I think YOU are the one who would've stuck a blade in that child's heart without even blinking-"

Lute: "Demons and angels are not the same-"

Demon Charlie: "BUT THIS CHILD IS BOTH! Like ME. They're both, and you're looking at them the same way you do you sword."

Lute: "They are a sword of heaven. They have a duty. A duty that's the purpose of all angels. You, princess, don't understand the first THING about being responsible for safeguarding the creation that birthed you-"

Demon Charlie: "FUCK SAFEGUARDING and FUCK YOU!"

Vaggie: "Charlie."

Demon Charlie: "I'm SORRY. I'm sorry..... Lute." (releases her) "Go away."

Lute: "What."

Demon Charlie: "Go. Away."

Lute: "I'm not leaving without-"

Demon Charlie: "You're leaving now. You're not, TOUCHING THEM."

Lute: "I-"

Demon Charlie: "And you know what? You're right. Vaggie's more used to carrying a spear than a baby- thanks to the life you gave her- and so WHAT? She sure as HELL cares more about that kid than you EVER could. And it doesn't MATTER if she doesn't know how to be a mother or whatever! She isn't doing this alone. We won't be doing this alone."

Vaggie: "... sweetie? You can swear this one time if you want to. I've got it's ears covered."

Demon Charlie: "Thanks." (to lute) "So fuck off."

Lute: (glances behind charlie, at the rest of the hotel crew huddled around vaggie and the baby)

Lute: "...."

Lute: "Fine. They'll come to me in the end, anyway."

Vaggie: "What do you mean?"

Demon Charlie: "No they won't. Why would ANYONE want-"

Lute: "They will. They have a purpose. All exorcists do- it's why I never had to force any of them to stay, or to kill. It's what they were meant for." (smiles at vaggie) "You felt it, didn't you? Every day down here when you didn't stab one of the demons around you. Every time, when you used to run your spear through another sinner's heart. That-" (points at the baby) "-spear."

Vaggie: "....I know, now, that thinking about it makes me feel sick."

Demon Charlie: (blocking lute's view) "Point at them again and I'll rip your other arm off."

Lute: (ignores her) "Sick, oh I'm sure it doe- sick with what you don't have. You did SO well answering that need, for a while at least. That's why there's a baby in your loving, blood soaked arms at all, remember?"

Angel Dust: (leaning down to whisper at vaggie) "Les jus' kill her. Yeah? Heaven won't miss a piece a work like her."

Vaggie: "We're on thin ice already. If a seraphim joins the next fight..."

Husk: "Fu- OW!"

Niffty: "Shh!" (pokes him again) "No swearing!!"

Cherri Bomb: "I could make it look like an accident. Ten thousand scattered bits of bitc-"

Niffty: (stabs her) "SHH."

Cherri Bomb: "You little-!"

Lute: "Squabbling already? How wholesome. How loving."

Vaggie: "Everyone shut up."

Lute: "That child will hate you."

Demon Charlie: "YOU shut up!"

Lute: "They will hate you, and this place, without even knowing why. The questions will bring them to heaven's gates one day, searching for answers. And I'll be there. Waiting. Waiting to put a blade in their hands- where it belongs."

Demon Charlie: "Then go back there and wait, and have fun waiting FOREVER. Alone."

Lute: "Not forever."

Demon Charlie: "Go."

Lute: "And I won't always be alone." (opens wings) "How about you, though?"

(flies off)

Vaggie: "....she's gonna try again. She's not good at waiting for stuff."

Charlie: "Then we'll tell her to f- to fly off then, too."

Vaggie: "She won't listen."

Charlie: "She will when she's down here. She will when I say so. Okay?"

Vaggie: "....sure, babe."

Cherri Bomb: "Great! Can I try blowing her up next time at least?"

Vaggie: "Seraphim."

Cherri Bomb: "UGHHHH. Maybe Pentious will do it for us, once he finds out about all this."

Angel Dust: "Now THERE'S an' idea! Aw, I almost hope he gets thrown out tryin'... I kinda miss the b... buddy boy."

Cherri Bomb: "Nice save."

Angel Dust: "Thanks."

Husk: "How. Am. I. Supposed. To Talk. Around The... Kid...."

Niffy: "Almost there!!!"

Husk: "If... I... Can't... FFFFF.... Swear."

Angel Dust: "One little BABY word at a time, grumpy cat~"

Husk: (hisses)

The Baby: (wakes up) (starts fussing)

Husk: (hunching down) "I didn't mean to- I didn't-"

Charlie: "Shh it's okay. We know."

Vaggie: (panicking) "Charlie- what do I..?"

Charlie: "Try rocking them. Slowly, okay? Or walking with them. Mom and dad did that with me a lot when I was small."

Vaggie: "Okay- okay...uh..." (gingerly starts pacing)

Vaggie: "H-hey there. Rough start, huh?"

The Baby: (cries harder)

Vaggie: "Yeah. Same, honestly."

Angel Dust: "Welp. Kid's got lungs, ain't they."

Cherri Bomb: "It's good that it's loud. Means it's, like, healthy or whatever?"

Vaggie: "They."

Cherri Bomb: "Oh. Weren't you just calling-"

Vaggie: "I don't know what I'm doing, but I know that's, wrong. Right?"

Charlie: "Well we won't REALLY know until they can talk back and start telling us about themselves-"

Vaggie: "It's wrong talking about them like they're still my stupid weapon."

Charlie: "....Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "Like I've been doing."

Charlie: "No. You haven't. No one who's actually been listening to you would think that. Whatever you say to them, if you say it in the voice you've been using, then..."

Charlie: "...I think they'll understand. I think they'll get it."

Vaggie: (scowling) (tearing up) "Get. What?"

Charlie: "That you're right here for them." (wraps arm around vaggie and paces along with her) "And they're safe."

Vaggie: "....are they?"

Charlie: "With you? Yeah. I know they are."

Vaggie: "How do you-"

Charlie: "You're wings are out, Vaggie. They're been out this whole time."

Vaggie: (tucks wing around charlie) "What if they're not enough?"

Charlie: "Well that's what I'm here for. One pair of horns, one pair of wings... one whole eternity to figure this out. Together." (kisses vaggie's forehead) "I promise, we'll figure this out."

Vaggie: "...."

Niffty: "......."

Niffty: "I think we should name them DEATH RATTLE~"

Charlie: "Ah ha ha! Vetoed."

Niffty: "Awwww, but-!"

Vaggie: "Nope." (clears throat) "Not happening."

Niffty: "It's the PERFECT NAME for a baby! It has a RATTLE in it!"

Husk: "And you want them to grow up with that?"

Niffty: "Booo..."

Angel Dust: "How about-"

Vaggie: "No."

Angel Dust: "Toots c'mon! I didn't even-!"

Vaggie: "No."

Cherri Bomb: "TNT? Trini, for short?"

Charlie: "Okay this is-"

Husk: "Brandy."

Vaggie: "Your suggestions are making them cry worse."

Charlie: "Probably not, but still-"

Lucifer: "DUCKY!"

Charlie: "WHOA MOTHER- UNHOLY- DAD!"

Lucifer: (hovering over them and the baby upside down) "They look like a ducky to me!"

Charlie: "Dad...."

Vaggie: "Sir, respectfully..."

Chaggie: "No."

Lucifer: (drooping) "Phooye." (sighs) "Maybe for the next one?"

Charlie: "The next one- the next- the WHAT!?"

Vaggie: "Charlie shh! The baby!"

Lucifer: "Exactly Maggie, exactly! We can keep the name Ducky for when the next one of those comes along~"

[itsmefromyt]

Struggle pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥 ~ Wanda x Y/n smut

Words: 1.05k

Context: Wanda is on a mission, Y/n is lonely and very- very needy

⚠️Smut, Masturbation, Fingering⚠️

⛔️18+⛔️

You arrived at your room and sat on the ground rubbing your hands on your eyes out of being overwhelmed. It had been a long night and you haven't seen Wanda all week since she'd been gone on a mission. 

At Tony's party Nat and Maria displayed their relationship in your face the entire time. Just the thought of Maria slowly grinding her ass against Nat to the beat of "Gimme More" made you want to punch them but also it awakened something in you. The thought of you doing that to Wanda made you groan to just think about. You gently glided your panties, feeling the puddle growing and realized you needed to do something about this.

You get up from your sulk and rapidly rummaged around your room to find where you set your dildo but couldn't find it. Groaning in annoyance you sit down on the bed. 

You held up your hand and whispered, "Sure you don't have the Witch's magic touch but you'll do."

As you placed your middle finger into yourself you could only think about one person- that mother fucking milf.

You lay back and groan as you placed the finger in, gliding your finger to where you like it. As you tried to place your thumb on your clit you were annoyed at the displeasure.

You inserted your ring finger in to try to make yourself pleased but that just dried you out. You thrusted the fingers back and forth begging for pleasure but with no success.

"Struggling?" A familiar voice says.

"WANDA!!" You almost run to greet your girlfriend but soon realize what you're doing.

"Spare keys are useful when wanting to surprise you or I guess catch your partner struggle to make herself cum even though I seem to be really good at it." Wanda smiles as she walks towards you

You try to cover up with a blanket but Wanda takes the covering with a smirk.

"Let me see my kitten try to cum." She states while licking her lips.

Your face reddens as you start rocking your hips to the movement of the two fingers. You start groaning as you feel more pleasure with Wanda here- even if her magic fingers aren't thrusting inside of you right now. You groan in frustration and in one swift motion, you remove the two appendages from your main hole.

"Fuck Wanda just finger me." You state blankly, staring at the redhead.

She crosses her arms, "I want to hear you beg." She states while inching towards the bed.

You smirk and sit up, ending on your knees right under her on the edge of the bed. "Please mommy fuck me hard I need you mommy please give your pet pity I'll do anything..." You grip the zipper of her pants but don't pull down quite yet, "...anything."

In one swift motion Wanda grabs your neck and pushes you down onto the bed, "You don't get to touch this until I make you squirt." She smirks while on top of you

You don't say anything in response you just nod politely in awe of her beauty inches from your face. She picks you up and places you further up on the bed, giving her more access to lick your pussy clean.

Wanda starts kissing you on the neck, making marks that your dad will see in the morning. She skillfully starts to unbutton your dress shirt from the party prior. She takes off the tie and uses it to start choking you.

"How's it feel?" Wanda says while multitasking choking you with your black tie and toying with your nipples under your shirt.

"F-F-Fucking amazing mommy." You choke out

"Good." Wanda states

She releases the tie, making your head hit the pillow. She rips open your shirt and removes your tie, smirking at your black laced bra. As she licks your neck, Wanda removed your bra with one hand. 

"So hard!" She mutters as she sees your nipples.

"Just lick my pussy please!" You moan out, getting impatient 

Wanda adjusts so she is face to face with you.

"You are impatient aren't you?" She whispers in your ear, "Well lucky for you mommy wants to fuck you until you can't sit up for three weeks."

You moan at that thought, you thought you were about to bust if she whispered one more word to you.

Wanda licks her way down to your pussy. She swipes her middle finger through your split, making your purr. With feeling how wet you are, she smirks and sticks a finger in.

"Fuck Wanda that's the stuff." You mutter out through sounds of pleasure

She smirks while she grinds her fingers crashing the top and bottom of your pussy in one wave. Her scandalous thumb rubs your clit with ease. You groan with every swipe of your nerve ends. You bite your hand to try to silence your pleasure.

"Oh is my puppy gonna cum on mommy?" Wanda chuckles

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes m-m-mommy." You somehow manage to mutter out

"Then let me help you out." Wanda smirks as she moves her head down to the motherload.

Her tongue swirls your opening making you wet. She pumps her tongue up down rapidly. The pressure and pleasure you were feeling made your back start to arch. Suddenly your eyes start swirling and you start loudly moaning uncontrollably.

Through your moans you somehow make out the words, "IM GONNA CUM MOMMY OH FUCK!" 

Wanda, remembering your poor neighbors (Natasha and Maria), crawls up your body and to your ear, whispering, "Show- don't tell." 

Right as she said that you start moaning more than you ever have before, practically screaming into your pillow. As Wanda's tonge enters again you can't control yourself.

You tighten as you ask, "PLE-"

Before you finish your words the witch replies with, "Yes, go ahead."

At those words you release a white flood in wanda's mouth and some squirted out of you and landed on your face. Wanda chuckles as she helps you finish off with her fingers, rubbing the cum on your edges.

As you finish, Wanda comes up to kiss your body but you remember the promise she made you.

"Baby let me touch you now... please." You say, looking down at her sucking on your nipple.

"Who said you could d-" She tries to say

Before she could finish her words you had adjusted so you could grip her chin, pointing it at you. Wanda whimpers at this movement. 

You smirk as you say, "You're mine."

"Yes, mommy." Wanda replies as if she hadn't been fucking you two seconds prior. 

A/n:

Comment if y'all want a part 2!!

Hopefully this is good as a first time writer!

[dumbasslesbi2]

God I Hate You ~NSFW (Agatha x Rio) Detective AU

Summary:

Detective Agatha Harkness fucked up, she forgot her and Rio's anniversary. Now Rio's at home waiting at home to confront Agatha.

Notes:

I really needed some smutty hate fucking. I love these two so much, Warning: NSFW, Hate fucking

Agatha had been a detective for a while now but one thing she never had was a good self to work relationship. Tonight was no exception, Agatha had worked herself late into the night, not thinking at all of the time or day. One person did though, Rio Vidal. It was their three year anniversary and Rio had reminded Agatha for the past week about their reservation plans. However, Agatha being Agatha, didn't remember. Leaving Rio sitting at the restaurant alone for an hour. She sat there fuming, after being 3 wine glasses in, she left. Now she's in their house, sitting on the couch waiting for Agatha to come back home. It was about two am when Rio finally heard the door open. Agatha walked in not thinking about what day it could have been. She put all her files on the kitchen table before seeing Rio standing in their living room. At first she was breath taken by how beautiful Rio was before realizing why she was dressed like that. 

“Fuck me” Agatha said, groaning. “Yeah Agatha, fuck you. I sat waiting for you and you never fucking showed. Do I not matter to you anymore?” Rio asked, fuming and ready to year Agatha a part. “No Rio, you matter. It's just- look, work is a lot right now this case can't -" "Agatha I talked to your chief, even he says you're doing too much” Rio interrupted her, not wanting to deal with Agatha's bullshit. “But baby-” “No don't baby me, you fucked up Agatha, bad. I don't want you in my bed tonight “ Rio told her sternly, interrupting her again. “Rio just let me-” “No, I don't care,” Rio said, interrupting her a third time. At this point Agatha was over it and fully pissed. Rio wasn't letting her have a single word. She knew she fucked up but she atleast wanted to explain to Rio why she was fucking up. “Are you fucking done interrupting me” Agatha said in a sarcastic tone. “I don't know, am I Agatha?” Rio asked in a calm tone. “Rio, I get it you're pissed. I fucked up but that doesn't -” “ oh here we go aga-” “ WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME FINISH” Agatha screaming in her low growly voice, interrupting Rio. The both went silent while Agatha walked closer to her. “My love-” “oh don't you-” before Rio could even finish after interrupting Agatha, she was tackled on the couch. 

Agatha was over talking and threw Rio on the couch, putting her hands on her wrists so she couldn't try and get the upper hand on Agatha. “Are you gonna be a good slut and listen or do you wanna keep being a brat” Agatha told her sternly. “Why are you acting like you don't love it when I'm a brat” Rio told her, smiling. Agatha wasn't having it and started nipping and licking Rio’s neck. She didn't want to start moaning but Rio couldn't hold it. Rio was a moaning mess, trying to move her arms to touch Agatha but she couldn't. “Stop moving whore” Agatha said in-between kisses, putting her legs near Rio's crotch. “A-Agatha” Rio started to plead, trying her best to get out of Agatha's grip. “What did I say earlier?” Agatha said, taking herself off of Rio's neck. Agatha didn't like how overdressed Rio was and full on ripped Rio’s dress. “I fucking like that dress” Rio exclaimed after Agatha fully shredded it. “I'll buy you a new one, shut up” Agatha told her, taking off Rios bra. If Rio was already marked up on her neck and chest, it was only getting worse. Agatha marked and kissed all skin she could have possible get her mouth on. “Agatha, please “ Rio pleaded, wanting Agatha to finally fuck her. “Please what, I need words Rio “ Agatha said, getting lower. At this point Agatha was licking and nipping Rio's stomach. She loved how soft her stomach was and the small pooch she had. Since Rio's hands were finally free, she threaded her hands in Agatha's hair and started pushing her down to where she wanted her. Agatha didn't care at this point and was met with Rio's clothed cunt. She started licking and sucking, not removing Rio's panties. 

She wanted to torture her and tease her more. Rio was crying at this point, not having direct contact was killing her. “Agatha please, I need you” Rio pleaded once more, hoping this time Agatha would give her what she wanted. Agatha too was at her limit and moved her panties to the side and plunged three fingers into Rio's pussy. Even then, she wanted Rio to full on have an orgasm so she started sucking her clit as hard as possible. Rio couldn't moan anymore and basically did a silent scream. No sound came out but her mouth was agape, her eyes rolling back. She almost had an instant orgasm from how rough Agatha fucked her. Once Agatha felt Rio jerking under her, she started to slow down her pace, kissing her way back up to Rio. When she reached Rio's face, she brought her fingers up and let Rio suck them. Rio licked and sucked Agatha's fingers until letting go with a pop and passionately kissing Agatha. When they finally separated, Agatha was the first one to break the silence. “I'm sorry” she whispered, not looking at Rio. “Pull this shit again and I might actually leave you” Rio told her, still trying to catch her breath. “I know, I love you. I'm so sorry my love” Agatha told her with full sincerity in her voice. “You're lucky I love it when we hate fuck” Rio said, giving Agatha a quick kiss on the lips before she got up and went to their bedroom. “You get bed privileges, for now” Rio said once she realized Agatha wasn't following her. “Thank you my love” Agatha said before getting up and following Rio.

[will-you-pick-me]

Oh my god a fanwork??? The very first one of this blog??? Of course it goes to the amazing Lily / @restartheartvn uwu Anyways I maybe possibly finally got caught up on the Kenneth lore and realized he's a shit ton like an ACTUAL ex of mine, so here's me doing a lil' thing in honor of our diety of real-life representation Lily <3

Warnings/Content: My Sugar does have a backbone of some sort, Kenneth being Kenneth, ie. subjects of cheating lying and manipulation, threats of physical violence (from Sugar, not Kenneth), detailed description of post-stressor anxiety/panic attack, VERY BRIEF moment that could mayyybe be seen as s.h. ideation if you squint, very very vague allusion to weight criticism having been received in the past. Talk-down/cool-down zone from the contents is underneath the line of "~~~~", for anyone who may need it <3

"Dove, c'mon, you're exaggerating-"

"Exaggerating? Exaggerating?? Please, oh wise one, enlighten me as to what part of you cheated on me is an exaggeration?"

The man-child you'd almost called your husband all but rolled his eyes at you, huffing like an impatient toddler.

"You always do this now. Why can't I have my sweet little fiancé back? It's really hurtful, the way you've changed."

That startles a disbelieving laugh out of you, and you can't help but look at him like either he's insane, or you're about to be. Both are equally likely to be true, at this point.

"Hurtful? I'm the one being hurtful? You fucked my sister, Kenneth. And God above knows how many more you might have fucked. I'd call you a dick, but you're too fake for that, so dildo it is. At least the town is getting some good use out of you."

His expression is hard to read, as you spit out your pain at him in envenomed words. You're not sure if that was the best or worst insult you've ever given in your life, but at least it was heartfelt. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating with the energy of a live wire, jaw and temple sore from clenched teeth and repressed tears.

As much as you wanted to cry, you'd hate to give this asshat the satisfaction.

Apparently not repressed enough, though. Your stomach twisted sickly as you watched his expression soften, a hand reaching up to try and cup your cheek.

"Aw, c'mon Dove, don't be like that... You know I'd never do that to you, right? C'mere, let me wipe your tears..."

You hissed, drawing back and slapping away his hand. Like hell you were going to let him indulge in his fascination with your tears, and now of all moments. He had barely enough good sense to look vaguely shocked, at least. You took the chance while you had it, narrowing your eyes as dangerously as you knew how and letting all your anger growl out in your voice.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch me. You don't deserve to touch me with those filthy hands. You chose to be beneath me when you went and cheated."

At that, something finally seemed to snap behind his eyes, and his lip curled in a sneer, a humorless laugh escaping his lungs like the last bird flying from a wildfire.

"You think you're above me, you dumb bitch? You're too stupid to understand anything, it seems. You will never find someone else like me-"

"That's the fucking point. I don't want to find someone else like you ever again. You are a sad, miserable, useless, ego-inflated, self-absorbed, narcissistic, fucking ASSHOLE, and I want nothing to ever do with you again. Your family can go burn, their 'friendship' with my family can fucking burn, hell even my family can go burn for all I fucking care since they had part in this arrangement too. But I promise you one fucking thing, Kenneth, if you EVER try to touch me again, I'll fucking rip off the arm you tried it with and shove it down your throat."

You weren't one for violence, usually. You hated being violent. It was terrifying to become that kind of person. But right now, in this moment, you meant what you were saying to your asshat ex, and by the look on his face, you guessed he could tell you meant it, too.

You didn't dare break eye contact with him as you watched him slowly backpedal out of your apartment. Not when you felt so close to crumbling to the floor from your frayed nerves.

It felt like forever, before you heard the door click shut.

It also felt like forever, with a side of clouded and dazey, as you made the way to the door to lock it.

But as soon as you heard that lock click, you couldn't hold back the floodgates anymore - you crumpled, kneeling right there in front of the door, body shaking like an aspen leaf in the wind as you struggled to breathe, your breaths coming short and panicked, and your vision blurred and burned with tears that finally could be released.

You dug your fingers into the carpet, the only thing on hand to tether yourself to reality, and let your tears fall into the shag as it itched at your fingertips and cuticles with rough threads. A fleeting thought crossed your mind that maybe if it scratched at you enough, it would rub away all the skin that ever touched him - but it was gone and forgotten just as quickly in the haze of emotions.

You don't know how long you were down there. After a certain point, it just felt like one big blur of adrenaline and hurt, and you eventually found yourself choking and coughing just as much as you were sobbing.

The raw sensation in your throat, weirdly enough, was what finally started to pull you back from the edge and ground you back to reality, slowly cluing you in to other sensations - the stiffness of your fingers from your death-grip on the carpet, the burn of the carpet texture engraining it's pattern into the skin of your knees, the ache that pressed in a ring all the way around your head from crying so hard and so much.

You let out a slow, if shaky, breath. Then a small sniff, and wipe your eyes after slowly prying your fingers out of the carpet.

... You need a glass of water, before you can even begin to look ok again.

So you're going to go get yourself a damn glass of water. And it will have the sugary flavoring you like added, because nobody's here anymore to tell you it's unhealthy.

You're going to start taking back your freedom, one little treat at a time.

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Oof, hi! That was... a lil real of me, lmao. So here's a reminder that, if you're feeling a little shaky or dissociated after all that, please go get a glass of water as cold as you can stand it - that should help ground you, and also, hydrating is good!

Also remember that none of the above is real, it is simply fiction that is informed by a reality I've personally lived, and you don't need to be afraid - you're safe, and loved, and we care for you and your safety a lot <3 Please take all the time you need to recover, snuggle up in bed/on the couch with your favorite blanket and media, and treat yourself kindly :3

Here's some nice flowers to look at while you're here: 🌸 🌼 🌻 ✿ ❀ ✾ 💐 🌷

[neuvisex]

Hiyaaa, i have a request but it may be triggering so if you dont feel comfy writing it, please let me know and i'll completely understand <3

If possible, may i requests scaramouche x reader who's um..like..struggling? with uhm..suicidal..like..this is hard to say but like. struggling with self harm..??? uhm. like cvtt1ng on their arms and thighs and they have alot of scars from it too and he finds out? fluffy ending..?? sorry..

im going through alot so uhm. yeah. but once again-! totally okay if you dont feel comfy writing it-!! i dont want you to feel like im guilt tripping you or anything too!! its all your decision <3

But anyways, Lots of love!! 🐈‍⬛💜 have an amazing day/night!!

♣︎ Immortality ♣︎

You find yourself facing a dead end, and the one to help you out is none less than the last person you expected.

TWs: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, mild gore, unhealthy behaviors

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, gn!reader

Summary: Scaramouche finds out reader is struggling with their own self.

A/N: I too struggle with SH, so this was kind of self-indulgent... I don't know if it's fluffy enough by the ending but, well, at least it's not tragic either...

Blood. Your house is filled with a hideous, stale odor that spreads through the walls and shakes the core of the structure. As soon as Scaramouche senses it, his heart begins to race in anguish. No, no, please, not blood. He runs across the room with his legs wobbly, your name leaving his mouth in stuttering words.

— Y/N? Y/N, where the fuck are you?!

When he gets to the bathroom door, his body freezes. Scaramouche falls to his knees in front of your haggard body leaning on the bathtub, his hands trembling in a loss of what to do. For the first time in a long while, he feels genuine fear. Your arms are dyed a terrifyingly familiar dark red, a discarded blade in the puddle that spreads, smearing the floor. The two of you stare at each other for what seems like ages, his desperate eyes meeting your downcast ones.

— Please stay with me. Come on, stay with me.

You open your dry lips to say that everything is fine. That this is just a habit, something you do to ease the pain inside.

— What…?

Scaramouche is useless. How had he not noticed before? Your clothes always long, covering your arms and legs. Your distant, sometimes even evasive, behavior. Your fake smiles, while your eyes were filled with suffering. He should have guessed earlier. Before you had done it again.

— Y/N, I… calm down, I’ll help you… I’ll help you…

The boy's voice cracks as tears roll down his cheeks. He rips off a piece of his own robes and uses it to stop the liquid seeping through your skin, pressing firmly against it. When you ask why he's doing this for you, Scaramouche falls silent. Indeed, why? Why is he, who had renounced human emotions a long time ago, lying at your feet, begging you not to leave him?

— …please don't do that anymore. Please. — he repeats like a prayer.

**

Night falls quickly. You lie on your bed with your arms bandaged as the blue-haired puppet watches you intently, his features puffy and reddened.

— Are you angry? — You ask shyly.

Scaramouche looks like he can't believe what he's hearing. Now that both of you are more stable, he lets out an emotionless laugh.

— I'm not…I'm just wondering…why? Why mistreat your own body? Why didn't you ever tell me? Why did you…

Your hands find his in an act of consolation. He seems reluctant at first, but eventually relents and relaxes under your touch.

— Listen, I… I'm not exactly the best person to talk about self-love, but you, I mean… yeah, life sucks most of the time, I won't deny it, but you're a valuable person. And if you don't see it yet, one day you might. While you are in this process… count on me. Take it out on me, lean on me, cry with me. Just don't do that to yourself anymore, okay?

[blueicequeen19]

Dirty Hot Pogue Pt. 6

Warnings: threats, violence, oral, mild smut, insecurities, jealousy.

Series ML

You can't help your satisfied smirk as you bring the champagne flute to your lips, watching as the vein in Bryce's forehead threatens to burst. Both your parents seemed displeased as well but you could avoid them tonight if you tried.

You feel a familiar set of eyes on you and you glance over, seeing JJ's knowing smirk as he handed out drinks. It made you blush as you downed the last of your drink.

You'd just had your grand entrance and Bryce's smile fell as soon as he saw the strapless blue dress you'd changed into at the last minute. Along with the heels JJ had endlessly fucked you in. You could tell Bryce wanted to object but it was too late. You were already here and everyone had already seen the two of you. Now his precious pictures were ruined and you felt oddly satisfied by that. You were tired of pretending to please everyone else. It was getting harder and harder to force a smile at these events. Not when you knew what waited for you at the beach house.

You stayed by Bryce's side for as long as you could take it. He could easily kiss the ass of any middle aged person here but you could see the tension he carried in his shoulders or how his hand dug into your waist whenever you tried to put distance between the two of you. Finally, you rip out of his hold and sit down at your assigned table, downing another flute of champange as Bryce and his goons fill the rest of the seats.

"We need to talk about your attitude." Bryce leans over, his arm hanging onto the back of your chair as he hisses in your ear.

"Back off or I'll cause a scene." You growl back, leaning away from him as you fight to remain calm.

"You've been causing a scene all night. First this fucking dress and now acting like it disgusts you to be touched by me. What's your problem?"

"Maybe you should fuck her into place." One of his friends chuckles from across the table. You shoot him a shitty look but Bryce ignores the comment, his eyes wide as he stays too close.

"Drinks?" You fight the overwhelming urge to panic as JJ appears at your table. Your heart starts beating uncontrollably with him so close. Bryce would hurt him. Whether it be physical or publicly.

"No, we're fine. Thank you." You force out, not looking at him but Bryce leans away, straightening in his seat as he eyes JJ. You could feel the angry vibe radiating off him. He'd seen what was happening with Bryce and was intervening.

"You could clear off this fucking table. Think a Pogue could manage that?" Another of Bryce's goons snaps. God, why did he come over here?

"Sure." JJ clips, rounding the table and picking up the empty glasses. It's not until he's made it back around that Bryce's foot shoots out, tripping JJ and causing him to drop the whole tray of glasses onto the floor. You visibly jerk, resisting the urge to go to him. Bryce notices, glaring at you as JJ and another waiter pick up the broken pieces of glass.

"Get us some more drinks after you clean that up, Pogue." Bryce calls over his shoulder, not even looking at JJ.

"Pogues are people too." Your eyes widen at the sound of Kiarra's voice behind you. JJ stands, the broken glass and tray taken by the other waiter.

"Kie, let it go." JJ warns, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides. Kiarra ignores him.

"Did you know that, Bryce? That no one is beneath you. That you don't own anybody."

"Walk away, Pogue Slut. Did you make it through the whole group yet or you looking for some Kook dick to fill your time?" Kiarra and JJ step forward at the same time as you jump to your feet, throwing a full glass of water in Bryce's face.

"Enough." You hiss, turning and disappearing inside before anyone can think. You're almost to the locker rooms when a firm hand grabs your wrist, yanking you to a stop.

"You little bitch. You humiliate me then run?" Bryce snarls, yanking you into a private family restroom with a locking door, away from everyone else. You resist, fear choking you as you claw at his tight grip trying to plant your heels.

"Bryce! You're hurting me!" You cry just as the door is shoved back open and you barely catch a glimpse of a black uniform and blonde hair before Bryce is shoved away from you. JJ grabs Bryce by his suit collar before delivering a brutal blow to his gut with his knee. Bryce doubles over, gasping in pain before JJ forces him to his knees next to the toilet. You'd never seen JJ like this. He was feral and enraged.

"You enjoy hurting women? I'll show you what happens to bitches like you on The Cut." JJ snarls before shoving Bryce's face into the toilet and flushing. You stand there frozen, in fear or shock, you weren't sure. JJ pulls Bryce's head out of the bowl, letting his couch and sputter before doing it again.

"Stop! JJ, stop!" You sob, not realizing you're crying until someone else shoves past you and yanks JJ's arm back. You catch a glimpse of dark curly hair and a red dress, your body bristles as Kiarra shouts at JJ, pulling him away from Bryce.

"Stop it. Stop. Pull yourself together. Do you want to go to jail?" You hear Kiarra snap at him. His face hardens as he watches Bryce cough and choke on the bathroom floor. You can't move or look away from the terrifying look on his face. He'd almost killed Bryce for touching you.

"Get off me." JJ jerks his arm from Kiarra, his darkened eyes finding yours. His dark gaze scans over you before he marches out with Kiarra on his heels. You look to Bryce, your anger finally trumping your fear. You don't know what would've happened if JJ hadn't interveined. His methods were brutal but necessary.

"It's him, isn't it?" Bryce asks between coughs, his face bright red from his spot on the floor. You try to school your expression, not wanting to give Bryce any ammunition. "He's the one you're fucking." Bryce starts to laugh, leaning his head against the tile wall.

"This is over Bryce." You fight to keep your voice even and calm despite the sudden relief you feel of being rid of him.

"This--," Bryce gestures between the two of you then to the door where JJ left, "--is far from over. I'm going to ruin you both. You'll be working for tips on the Cut by the time I'm done with you." You normally wouldn't take anything Bryce says seriously but you know his pride is wounded and he's been humiliated multiple times tonight by you and JJ. That sadistic smirk on his face only proved that he would be out for blood.

"We're done, Bryce. Don't act like this was anything more than to help your social standing. I know you've been fucking that teacher, who's married, and I know about your house keeper. You're not innocent in this so don't threaten me." Bryce continues to smile, staring up at the ceiling with his head rested against the wall.

"And you think he's so perfect? The only difference between us is that I have money and he doesn't. And what about his other little girl friend? You haven't heard the rumors about Kiarra making her way through the group?" Bryce grins, finally meeting your eyes as he confirms all your suspicions. Bryce knew everything about everybody. Why would he lie? Your stomach knots and all the alcohol you'd consumed threatens to come back up. You step back, masking your hurt with a look of utter disgust.

"Go fuck yourself." You turn away, throwing the door open just as his laugh meets your ears. JJ and Kiarra were no where in sight and you were thankful. You might actually throw up if you saw them together right now. You went in the opposite direction of the party and stumbled to the parking lot. It's not until you're alone in the dark that you realize you'd left your phone and clutch on the table back at the party. You groan loudly, throwing your head back. You'd also rode with your parents so you couldn't exactly ask them to take you home.

"Having problems, princess?" You turn towards the voice, relieved that it didn't belong to JJ or Bryce.

"I need a favor." You say, not caring in this particular moment about owing Rafe Cameron anything.

"Name it."

You don't go to the beach house that night. Or the next several. It's not until your parents undying bickering over Bryce gets to be too much that you finally go there to hide. You didn't want to see JJ. You didn't want to face anything that had happened. Rumor was already spreading that you were cheating on Bryce with a Pogue and you just wanted to hide. You didn't want the added stress that came with JJ and Kiarra. You couldn't shake the image from your head of the way she had looked at him. It shouldn't mean anything but it did.

It's still early in the day when you show up, kicking your sandals off on the porch and immediately going inside to make some eggs. You round the corner to reach the open kitchen when you stop abruptly, seeing his shirtless back as he fries something on the stove. You debated running but he'd catch you and you were exhausted. Physically and mentally. You were torn between wanting to fight him and wanting him to hold you. Your life had completely fallen apart in the matter of a few days. It's not until he turns around that you gasp, taking in his beaten and bruised face as he scrapes scrambled eggs onto a plate. His eyes meet yours and you fight back tears, everything else seeming to dissolve.

"What happened?" You choke, inching closer to the counter but staying opposite of him.

"Bryce's buddies jumped me." JJ says calmly, adding salt and pepper to his eggs before taking a biteful. He points to a bruise you hadn't noticed on his ribs and your heart breaks further. "This one is from my dad." His dad was abusive?

"I'm so sorry." Your hands shake as you round the island, slowly coming to stand next to him. He was only in his shorts so he must've still been sleeping here.

"Don't be sorry. Just be with me. No more hiding." JJ offers you a bite of the eggs and you happily accept. You eat together in silence, letting him feed you as you simply just stand next to each other. It's not until the kitchen has been cleaned that he finally turns to face you, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"So what did Bryce say?" You peer up at him under your lashes, secretly hating how well he could read you.

"He made threats." You say softly, leaning against the opposite counter. Your stomach was in a knot. You didn't know how you'd handle this once it all came out.

"And?"

"And.. he said that Kiarra has been with you and all your friends." JJ sighs, shaking his head and shooting an arrow through your already fragile heart.

"It's not like that." JJ says softly, catching your arm as you turn to leave. You didn't want to hear it. The thought of him with her made you sick to your stomach. "Listen to me." JJ bites out, pinning you against the counter as you fight against him.

"Stop, I don't want to hear it." Tears fill your eyes and he growls, spinning you around and forcing you to bend over the counter. "What are you doing?" You snap, just as he pushes down on your back so your chest meets the cold counter top.

"Distracting you. You need to get out of your fucking head." JJ's angry growl meets you ears in time for you to gasp as he yanks your shorts down your legs and unties your bikini bottoms before shoving his face between your cheeks and lapping up your cunt like a starved man. A zap of pleasure shoots through your body as you reach up on your toes, panting with need. You wanted to get away from the pleasures of his mouth while also begging him to never stop.

“JJ, oh god, oh god.” His skilled fingers enter you from behind, taking you to a swift mind blowing orgasm that has your knees giving out. You swear you’ll hit the floor but JJ scoops you up, taking you over to the couch before coming down on top of you.

“Wait, we’ll make a mess.” You hiss, worried your parents might show up one day and see a mysterious stain on the fabric.

“That’s a job well down.” JJ’s clothes hit the flower before he kneels on the couch, slapping his cock against your clit. You wanted him more than anything. You were buzzing with anticipation but you stop him at the last second with a hand to his chest, that question still at the back of your mind.

“Did you ever sleep with Kiara?” You blurt it out before you can change your mind. His eyes widen in surprise for a moment but the pause tells you what you didn’t really want to know.

“Y/N—.”

“Why didnt you work out? I mean you’re still friends right?” The emotion chokes you as you fight the urge to cry over Bryce being right.

“Y/N please—.” You pull your body away from his, putting distance between you now that the moment was thoroughly ruined.

“Answer me.” You snap, anger getting the best of you now.

“Because we’re too different in some ways.” JJ sighs, sitting down on the couch and looking at you with sad eyes. “In my mind she’ll always be a.. Kook and I’ll always be a Pogue. She’ll never understand me or what it’s like to have nothing.” You suck in a breath and his head hangs, what needed to happen hanging between the two of you like dead weight.

You get to your feet to find your clothes, ignoring as he calls your name. When JJ grabs you again he’s no longer naked but he has tears in his eyes. Tears you hated and didn’t want to see or you’d crumble.

“Please, it was so long ago and we were young. It was weird for us. We never dated.” JJ attempts to pull you against him as you try to leave but you slap his hands away, taking a moment to realize this was your house and you didn’t have to leave. You sit your stuff back down, putting your walls back up as you put space between your bodies.

“Talk to me.”

“I want you to leave and I don’t ever want to see you again.” Hurt flashes across his face for a moment before his expression hardens, his head shaking like he doesn’t believe you.

“No.”

You move to turn away from him, your anger boiling over but he pulls you back, his own anger simmering on the surface.

“Don’t shut me out because two can play that game and you’ll find out that I play it better. I don’t want Kie, I want you.”

Tears fill your eyes as you look back at him, your heart shattering in your chest. Maybe you and Kiara had something in common after all. You were both in love with a Pogue while having Kook status. Sure she slummed it with the Pogues but you never lose your Kook title. Neither of you would ever “understand” him. You were too different.

You lick your lips as you square off with him, hoping that your words will drive your point home.

“I don’t want to see you anymore. We’re just too different.”

[black-is-iconic]

Drifting Away

Obanai I-I'm sorry, the words spilled from her lips like silken honey but they felt more like poison daggers carving deep into his heart as he held the mangled remains of his precious companion. His snow white scales sullied with crimson streaks, alluding to the grisly fate dealt to him in the care of the one person he thought he could trust the most.

A deep pain surged through his body, the ache that had plagued him as a child returning with a viciousness. The only thing preventing a cry of anguish ripping itself out of his throat was the tight knot of tension tightening his stomach until it threatened to burst with each agonizing heartbeat that drummed against his rib cage.

His mouth open and closed in silent agony, he clutched at his chest desperately as he struggled to keep air flowing past his constricted windpipe. "W-" his words failed to form properly, and when he tried again, he couldn't even manage a breathy whisper.

Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes, Mitsuri reached out to comfort him but he recoiled from her touch as if it burned, unable to meet her concerned eyes "W-what happened?" He whispered in a eerily hollow voice "What happened?!" He snapped when he received no response and all the hashira flinched as tension rose between them. He took a few steadying breaths, trying desperately not to break down and lose it Mitsuri shuffled again tears streaming down her rosy cheeks as her emerald eyes sought forgiveness but their was only pain and sorrow reflected back at her as her beloved friend's face hardened in anger and betrayal.

“I-I'm sorry I…he tried to eat some of Tengen's muscle mice but then Tengen got really mad so I let him go outside to catch his own mice" she squeaked and Obanai's hands trembled as he rubbed his face "that doesn't explain…..WHY HE'S BATTERED AND IN PECIES I LEFT HIM IN YOUR CARE MITSURI WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY FRIEND" he snarled furiously as his hand curled into a fist and he began to advance on her.

She cowered before him and raised her shaking hands to plead with him, "OBANAI CALM DOWN" Rengoku shouted trying offer him some comfort but Obanai slapped his hand away "don't touch me" he hissed voice cracking under his emotion as he turned away, clenching his trembling fists to stop himself from hitting something.

Fingers clumsily wiping away the tears that threatened to spill over Obanai glared at the floor, "I…." he bit his lip painfully hard hoping it would stop or slow the onslaught of emotions surging within him like a raging tempest. It did nothing, Mitsuri hesitantly hugged him and his body stiffened in response but he made no move to pull away. "I'm sssorry, I'll fix it" Mitsuri said softly rocking him slightly to try and calm him down.

But Obanai slowly pulled away, gently grasping her shoulders and removing her from him "please don't touch me, h-how are you going to fix this?" he choked out, fighting off more unshed tears as they prickled behind his eyelids threatening to fall. He backed away from her fingers coming through his short ebony locks as he took a deep breath "he's dead" he choked out as his voice broke under another wave of grief and pain. "I-I'm not sure…b-but I know if we-" her hands grasped his own but he yanked it away

"STOP….touching me" he growled as he took several steps back shaking, "THERE'S NO FIXING THIS…I-I" his throat burned with unspoken words and he bit his lower lip to force himself to swallow. Silence stretched for minutes after Obanai's outburst. The silence of the room seemed deafening "w-we could always get you another snake" Rengoku offered enthusiastically Obanai's eye twitched in annoyance and anger at the thought of replacing Kaburamaru as if he were just an accessory or a decoration.

"I should've never trusted you I-I you said you could do it it WAS A SIMPLE TASK I-I" he buried his face in the crook of his arm, allowing his striped hoari to soak up the tears that escaped his eyes as his body trembled violently with suppressed sobs "I'm such an idiot, I shouldn't have listened to you."

His voice was muffled by the cloth he still hadn't removed from his face "I…shouldn't" he mumbled weakly as he tried to steady his shaky breathing, but the tremors continued. "I-I'm so sorry Obanai, I really am I just got distracted for a second and then he was gone please understand" Mitsuri pleaded, her hand once again reaching out for him.

But he quickly stepped forward once again avoiding her grasp, "Please understand what?" He asked venomously, his voice quivering as his rage grew "understand that you were irresponsible, understand that I asked you to do one thing, and you decided to disregard my wishes to do what, what was so important that you walked away from my companion that I ENTRUSTED to you" he cried, his voice growing louder with every syllable.

The atmosphere grew tense around them, Mitsuri looked down at the floor tears spilling down her cheeks as she stumbled over her words "w-well I went to talk with Shinobu-chan and I-I…um" she swallowed around the lump in her throat, "and you left him outside…by himself" Obanai whispered in a eerily calm tone "w-well he's a snake" she argued in a shaky voice but his cold, gaze remained fixed on her "WOULD YOU LEAVE SOMEONE'S BABY OUTSIDE?"

Obanai snapped and Mitsuri flinched , tears pouring faster from her eyes "what no that's completely different a baby is a baby and a snake is well…a snake…" she stammered and Obanai sighed heavily and scrubbed at his temples trying to ease some of the tension building there. "It's not that serious really, I can get you a new snake maybe one that's even better than the last…I-I'm sorry it was wrong of me me to leave him outside but don't you think you're overreacting a tiny bit?" She attempted to reason with him, although she didn't sound convinced herself.

Obanai's nostrils flared in anger as he threw his hands up but took a deep breath calming himself, "I-I…..I'm going to go I…need space" he whispered walking away "Obanai….I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" Mitsuri murmured grabbing his shoulder but he shrugged her hand off "keep your sorry, I don't forgive you…. leave me alone, I-I" he took a deep breath "I need space" he growled through clenched teeth as he stalked out the demon slayer manners allowing his feet to guide him as he became lost in his thoughts.

He wasn't entirely certain how long he had wandered aimlessly in circles for but he came across a bridge overlooking a lush valley filled with dense clusters of trees, the breeze ruffling his hair as he leaned onto the railing.

He stared at the lush green grass beneath his feet mesmerized by its vivid nature, although beautiful the entire peacefully little valley was multicolored ropes crisscrossing about and weaving their way into the scenery creating beautiful patterns of color.

He was both confused and intrigued, taking a step forward his foot brushed against a small white string and he tensed hands flying to the hilt of his blade preparing for some form of attack, but when nothing happened he relaxed stepping over the little string and continuing down the bridge and noticing a cozy looking cottage nestled between the flora and fauna.

The cottage was so…peaceful and serene…like a little haven hiding away between its surroundings of vibrant vegetation and vibrant flowers blooming freely throughout the landscape. Suddenly his knees gave out as he crumpled to the floor allowing the tears to finally flow freely that he was alone, no one could see his broken façade and the soft cries that shook his whole body.

A slight disturbance in the air made he flinch jumping to his feet and reaching for his blade but in a matter of seconds his blade was knocked from his grasp and his back hit the floor as a strange woman pressed a elegant looking club with sharp curves protruding out of it like fangs against his neck. "The tips are laced with snake venom I wouldn't recommend moving" she warned in a soft whisper. Her kinky curls spilling down her back and shoulders like a ebony waterfall, the strands framing her dark skin beautifully.

Her [E/C] eyes hardened as the two just gazed at each other in silence, although…her eyes didn't seem to be focused on him but rather past him instead. Brows furrowing silently as he waved his hand in front of her face and her eyes barely moved to focus on them, "you're blind" he stated bluntly. She sighed "actually I can see quite better than most" she hummed offering him a hand up which he took. "I don't understand" he murmured and she gave a short snort "most people don't, would like some tea I've just finished preparing a cup for you" Obanai furrowed his brows at the strange woman, dressed in a azure blue kimono covered with intricate swirls that resembled the ocean "no, who are you?" He asked in a hushed toned tinted with uncertainty, the woman laughed and it's light an airy "Oh I known who I am, but the question is do you?" Obanai scoffed at her question and crossed his arms "so you're going to negate my question?" He asked coldly and she turned around "no" she said pursing her lips "I'll answer your question with a question, why are you here?" She asked [E/C] piercing him with an intense glare behind those long lashes . Obanai narrowed his eyes "why does it matter?" The womans brow creased again but her smile never falters "only the broken and lost can find my domain" she hummed casually walking forward "I'm not broken or lost" he rebuttaled and she snorted again "and yet here you are, I've been expecting your visit for quiet sometime now but I guess Kaburamaru's death was the final push" she mused while ducking under his blade as he tried to decapitate her "demon" he hissed through clenched teeth and she smirked again "incorrect" she motioned pointing up to the beaming sun above them while laughing causing his cheeks to flush in annoyance and embarrassment. "If you're not a demon what are you?"

He asked eyeing her warily as her lips retained a pleasant smile despite him trying to kill her just a second ago "human of course" she said clasping her hands together but he wasn't buying it "I don't believe you" he murmured and she shrugged walking past him, "of course, you're entitled to your opinion" she replied calmly making her way towards the bridge as he followed behind "but there's no way for you to know that information if you aren't some kind of mind reading demon or something".

Obanai argued as they walked up to the cottage a sly smirk pulling at her lips "or something" she quipped and his brows furrowed "so you aren't human?" He asked once more as she handed him a soft green steaming up, he squinted at the cup the looked back up at her with a slight scowl but slowly took it in hopes of getting some answers "so many questions" she mused "then you should answer them" he urged and she simply smiled "in due time" making him growl in annoyance "what does that even mean?"

He hissed as she slowly sipped her tea "it means I can not fill a cup that's overflowing, trust me when I say we'll meet again Obanai Iguro, but only when you're empty and willing to listen." His brow twitched and he opened his mouth to speak but the words fell silent as she raised her hand to her ear, "someone's calling you, oh and tell the lovely young lady to be careful the ground is unstable here", Obanai scoffed again "now I know you're crazy nobod-" he started but then clear as day he heard Mitsuri calling his name and he turned his head scowling in her direction. "Okay that was just a-" he muttered turning back to the strange woman only to find her and the entire colorful valley gone, replaced by dense forest and looming trees .

Confused (and slightly scared) Obanai stepped forward into the forest glancing left and right, but there was no sight of the mysterious woman or the peaceful valley "Obanai" Mitsuri called earning a soft growl from the serpent hashira. He turned to face the love hashira with a frown but then he remembered the warning "Mitsuri stop" he called and the pinkette skidded to a stop with a confused look only for the ground a few feet in front of her to cave and crumble to the side opening up a cavern before disappearing with a loud rumbling noise. Shaken Obanai took a half step backwards as he looked up at a equally scared Mitsuri, looking down at his hands trembling around the tea cup he decided he brought it up to his nose and took a sip….it was his favorite…..

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: cisfem!Reader Character: Bartolomeo Kink: #12 Marking kink (biting) Prompt: #13 don't worry, I'll take care of you / #9 fuck you feel so good. Gift Giver: @cosmicmaid

Summary: All your marks have healed, so now Bartolomeo is going to enjoy replacing them.

Content Notes: biting, blood, fantasies of being eaten, references to cannibalism and related violence, oral sex, fingering.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You disappeared underneath him. Every time. His eyes would find yours and whatever you were doing would be wrapped up quickly, and you’d be in his bed, completely engulfed by him. It was easy for him to do so when he was over seven feet tall.

Easier when you enjoyed disappearing under him.

You were maybe the only person he liked as much as he did the Straw Hat pirates. You liked them too – that shared devotion had caused the two of you to find one another. Maybe the only person who you liked more than those pirates was this pirate.

“Meo,” you murmur his name, shaky fingers against taut skin, running along lines of muscles.

“Yeah?” He prompts, slowly raising your shirt up.

“I’m all healed up B,” you say it shyly, but you can feel the heat flushing in your skin at the idea. “I n-need new ones.”

He pulls your shirt up and off, tossing it aside without looking before he leans down and kisses your skin. His fangs tease against your flesh and you let out soft shivering gasps. It was almost unfair how little he had to touch you for it to sink through your entire body.

He licks along your neck. “I’ll take care of you,” he promises, in that low voice no one else hears. Surprisingly soft, full of heat, with a little shiver like he was always trying to hold himself back. He braced himself over you with one arm, his other hand slipping down your bare waist and under the band of your pants.

One thick finger slips between your thighs, teasing through your trimmed hairs. It was a ticklish sensation, and you opened your legs when you felt it, moving one leg to the outside of his thigh.

His thick, calloused finger pushes against your clit as his teeth sink into your skin. Barto’s sharp teeth pierce your skin easily, almost painlessly. The pleasure from his finger, the pleasure from your own mind at being marked by him, was enough to turn the slight burn into something euphoric.

He was always so careful, never going too deep. Never biting through. He could, you’d seen him rip a man’s throat out before you all became pirates. There was a reason they called him the cannibal, and it was not an epithet that had been lightly earned.

Despite that, every bite, every sting as his teeth sank into another part of you, did nothing but fill you with pleasure. The soft lick after, the teasing kisses in between, the steady beat of pleasure as he teased your clit, slowly pulling your pants down as he moved over you.

Your fingers disappeared into his hair, your other leg was on the outside of his thigh, opening your legs wide as he kissed along your stomach. His hot tongue traced the soft lines of your stomach. Sometimes he would murmur about how easily he could devour you, how easily you could become a part of him. It had been a little scary the first time – you were caught between wanting it and wanting to be with him longer, but now you knew what it was.

Pillow talk.

Much as Bartolomeo cared to know how to.

His tongue was by your bush, and he licked up, and away from it, following the line of your hip. You squirm a little, hardly more than a shiver, as desire tumbles from your lips.

“Meo, please.” You huff as he continues to lick your hip. “Do it, please.”

He hums positively, kissing the ridge of your hip before sinking his teeth into the tender area. You clench your fists in his hair, struggling to stay still against the pleasure and the pain. Your hips were far more sensitive to his bites than anywhere else. You swore you could almost feel the bone of his fangs kiss the bones of your hips. It was as euphoric as it was unsettling, and you loved it.

There’s another heavy lick on your stomach, smearing the barest wisp of blood over your skin.

“Again?” He asks, and you nod, breath coming out heavy.

He grins, turning you on your side suddenly. You yelp at the unexpected movement, moaning as his lips landed against your lower back, kissing you were the curve of your ass became the curve of your back.

“Hold still, my honey.” He says just before his fangs sink in where his lips had been. The pain was sweet, the pleasure sweeter as two of his fingers pushed into your vagina. You mind shorts a little, the mixed signals of pleasure and pain battling within you.

“There’s those sweet sounds.” He says softly, licking the small wounds he just left on you, before letting you lay back onto the bed, setting your legs apart widely, licking along his lips. He was looking at you like you were his favorite meal.

You probably were. He often called you little treat, my honey, sweet snack, and things like that. Always some allusion to food. At least at this point even if he truly ate you up, you don’t think you’d complain.

“Now that it’s been properly plated,” he says the word teasingly, it’s far too fancy for either of you, but you appreciate his humor. “It’s time for me to enjoy my dessert.”

He lays down on his stomach, putting your legs over his shoulders as he kisses and licks the inside of your thighs. You let the sounds of your pleasure fill the room, fingers running through his hair, legs trembling in anticipation.

That first heavy lick runs up your wet slick and pulls a gasping cry of pleasure from you as he hums.

“You always taste so good,” he muses, tongue running over your clit as his thumbs spread your lips. “You feel as good as you taste too, it’s always hard to decide.”

He sucks on your clit, making your toes curl. “Haaa-haard to decide wuh-what?” You question, mind starting to melt from the continuous pleasure.

“Whether I want to eat you, or be eaten by you.”

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

[no-i-cant-decide]

For the Better (ao3 link)

Rating: General audiences

Word count: 922

Tags: Missing scene, comfort, bruises

Requested by @leximitchells

His keys were in-hand, outstretched towards the lock, but he hesitated. Closing his eyes, Callum took a few breaths and tried to anticipate the conversation waiting for him just beyond the door to the flat.

It wouldn't be good; he knew that much. But it wasn't as if putting it off for a few minutes would be any better. The throbbing pain beneath his left eye would only get worse the longer he waited to get ice on it, his skin forming a deeper, darker bruise. He didn't need Ben to be angrier at Jay than he already was. None of them did, Lexi most of all. But this was Ben. Of course he's gonna be pissed off.

Callum opened his eyes, turned the key, and headed inside.

"That was quick!" Ben teasingly shouted from the kitchen.

As Callum made his way down the hall to the living space, Ben came into view, stirring a mug of tea at the worktop. He had his back to the doorway, but started to turn his head towards it with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Can't tell if that's good news or-"

The smile dropped from Ben's face, as did the spoon from his hand as it clattered against the counter, his steely eyes fixated on Callum's cheek.

"I'm okay, Ben. I promise."

"I'll kill him." Ben's voice was cold, steady and quiet.

"Don't. I said I'm fine," Callum reassured him, taking the few steps needed to be within his husband's reach. Though both of them found comfort in each other's touch, Callum always made sure to be aware of Ben's boundaries now. The fearful look in his eyes when Callum had gripped his wrists during their last shouting match, the way Ben had ripped himself out of his hands terrified him. That he could unknowingly inflict that much hurt on the person he loves most, it cut him deep. 

Now, Ben's lip was twitching, his gaze flicking back and forth from Callum's eyes to the swelling mark. The fear he was feeling in that moment was for Callum's well-being, not his own. 

"I was more shocked than anything, really," Callum said with half a smile. "It's nothing."

"That ain't 'nothing,' Cal. He fucking hit you!"

"It's alright." Callum tried to soothe him, reaching out and placing a hand on Ben's arm, giving it a soft squeeze. "Guess it's all Mitchell men who get offended at the mere mention of counseling, eh?"

"Not funny." Ben lifted a hand to Callum's face, cradling his jaw, Callum reflexively leaning into his touch. "It ain't like Jay to try and knock your teeth out over something like that."

There was a familiar look in Ben's eyes, one that filled Callum with guilt; he was searching for an answer, as if he could see it hidden just behind Callum's irises. That threw Callum off a bit, casting his gaze to the floor and shifting his weight from foot to foot. Ben could tell there was more to it, that Callum wasn't telling him the whole truth. 

But he couldn't tell him. Not now that Ben was improving, truly getting better after suffering for so long. If he knew Jay was doing drugs and spending his time with a sex worker, Callum wasn't sure how Ben would handle it. If he could handle it. Tensions were already high enough in their house. And maybe Callum could get through to Jay on his own.

"Jay ain't really been himself lately."

That was as much truth as he could let himself say. It killed him to keep things from Ben, but if Jay could sort himself out it wouldn't matter in the end.

Right?

"If this don't prove that he really needs help," Ben said with a sigh, "I dunno what would."

Ben's thumb gently brushed across Callum's cheek, right below the bruise, soft enough that it tickled slightly. Callum lifted his head just enough so that their eyes met, and he could tell Ben's anger had eased off. Instead, what he saw there was saddened concern.

"I hate when you're hurt." Ben spoke the words quietly, because they were only for Callum to hear even if the two of them were the only ones awake in the flat.

Callum was going to correct him again, but in all honesty he was hurt. Not by Jay's fist–well, not entirely–but by his words. How easily he had discredited Callum's relationship to Lexi as if she meant nothing to him. Callum didn't want to hold it against Jay; he obviously wasn't in his right mind. But that little girl meant everything to him. She had nestled right into his heart straight away, just like her dad did. She was just as much his family as his own flesh and blood were, and he loved her as if she were his own.

A piece of paper isn't what makes you a family.

"I should get you a bag of peas for that or summat before it gets too swollen," Ben told him, Callum genuinely smiling over his fussing. "If Jay's messed up your beautiful face too badly I actually will kill him."

"Promise me you won't go off on him over this, yeah?" Callum asked. "Let him cool off and I can deal with it myself tomorrow."

Ben didn't seem satisfied, but eventually nodded in agreement.

Callum leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ben's forehead. He just needed to get Jay back on track and things would be alright.

Wouldn't they?

[pinkiepiebones]

Prompt: blind bug taste test with Rebecca getting increasingly disturbed by renfield's accuracy.

[BIG WARNING FOR DEPICTIONS OF LIVE INSECT CONSUMPTION AND JOKING ABOUT IT]

Rebecca had made a lot of questionable choices in her life. The tattoo. The blonde highlights. The high school talent show. But she emerged from those choices a better, stronger, more determined person.

Right now, she's not sure she'll get out from under this one.

They had been drinking when she came up with the idea. Robert, her best friend, had been sharing more from his weird, long life over a sugary drink he had picked based on the name- Grasshopper.

"Doesn't taste anything like a real one," he commented. Rebecca smirked into her Zombie.

"Oh yeah, I bet you became a real, uh, insect connoisseur , huh? Like those assholes who go to wine tastings?"

Robert shrugged. "I know the taste of a cricket from the taste of a spider, sure."

"Bullshit."

Robert just looked at her as he sipped his drink, his crisp blue eyes glimmering with something that looked damn close to mischief.

"I'll bet you," he said softly, "that I could identify any bug you give me, by taste alone."

"You're on, freakazoid" Rebecca said affectionately. They shook on it.

-

So here they are a week later, in Robert's apartment. Robert's sitting at his little dining table, hands in his lap. He's wearing a silky pink blindfold (when he had triumphantly revealed he owned one, it led to a very sclipped conversation about his dating life- it was going very well, he was exploring to find out what he liked, yes Rebecca I know what safe words are, look you said I needed a blindfold for this, I have matching handcuffs if you want to see those too...).

Rebecca puts insects in little paper cups. It's like pill sorting, she thinks, only the pills are wriggling.

"Okay, hot shot," she says, "time to test your taste buds. Taste bugs? Bug-" She sets a tray of paper cups on the table. "Whatever. I'm not a word person."

Robert smirks. He holds out a hand and Rebecca hands him the first little cup. He throws it back like a shot and crunches it.

"Hm. Cricket. Easily."

Rebecca nods. "Yeah, okay, but you could hear it, too, so no point." She passes him the next cup.

This one he reaches into and pulls the bug out. "Hey, that's cheating, maybe," Rebecca protests as Robert bites it in half.

"Ooh, centipede. Millipede?" He gives a thoughtful couple of chews. "Yeah, centipede."

"Yeah, but don't- don't touch 'em, okay?" Rebecca suppresses a gag and hands her friend the next cup.

Robert treats it like a shot glass again and almost chokes.

"Fuck! You found termites? Eugh. Never cared for those."

Rebecca begins to feel the prickle of regret in the back of her neck. The next challenges go by too easily.

"Maggots."

"Caterpillar."

"A juicy spider."

"Ah, a proper grasshopper."

"Fly."

Rebecca is genuinely disturbed. She knew Robert had eaten bugs throughout his life. 'Their life force gives me power,' he had told her shortly before eating a kid's ant farm and ripping the arms off an armed thug. He hadn't eaten any since they had chopped Dracula up, mixed him in concrete and tossed the chunks into the sewer. Maybe I just assumed he wouldn't remember their taste, she thinks. Or maybe I convinced myself he was full of shit. Fuck! I can't lose this stupid bet.

She looks at the tray. The little paper cups are empty.

Suddenly, she gets an idea.

"Okay bug boy, I got one last test." She slips back into the kitchenette and grabs her bag, rustling around in it, then pulls out what she was seeking. She drops it in a little paper cup and, wearing a shit-eating grin, walks back over to the dining table. She takes Robert's hands and maneuvers the cup into them.

Robert brings the cup to his lips and opens his mouth and tilts his head back. He dumps the cup's contents in and starts chewing, then just as quickly, he stops.

"What the fuck-"

He starts chewing again, slowly. He tries to swirl the bug around on his tongue, trying to get a flavour. "This is so fruity... what is this?"

He reaches up and pulls off his blindfold. "Fuck, you got me. I have no clue what I just ate."

Rebecca whoops triumphantly and snaps finger guns at her bewildered friend. "That was a gummy worm, motherfucker! Oh yeah!" She folds her arms. She's beaming. "Not so, uh, sharp, in your old age, huh?"

Robert is chuckling and rises to go get a drink. "You're a jerk, Rebecca" he says happily.

"A jerk who won a bet," she corrects.