#slash sneak peak

[blametheeditor]

Suddenly they’re stopping. And then the ground starts to tremble. 

“What the fuck is that?” Eggs demands, his head whipping around in the attempt to find anything that could be making the ground shake. It’s not continuous, either. No, it starts and stops rhythmically. Almost like- 

Holy shit those are footsteps. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s James,” Fritz says. 

“I think so too,” Caleb agrees before gently tugging on Eggs’ hand for attention. “Would it be okay if we told James first?” 

James. Partner in crimes James. Doctor James. Giant James. 

Between all of his coworkers, James might actually be the best option. Because Mike will guarantee pick him up to make sure he didn’t manage to break something, and Jeremy will be impossible to say no to no matter what is asked. Scott would be a death sentence. Which leaves James as the winner by default, and Eggs either getting thoroughly inspected or immediately being pocketed. 

...on second thought maybe he would prefer Mike. 

“Sure,” Eggs forcibly smiles. He is doing a terrible job of hiding his nerves if both Caleb and Fritz squeezing his hands in reassurance gives any indication. “Just, uh, question. How do you it’s not, say, Mike?” 

“Mike’s footsteps are a lot slower.” 

“Though it might be Scott, sometimes it’s hard to tell him and James apart.” 

Eggs’ eyes grow wide. “What are my footsteps like?” 

“Very bouncy,” Fritz says, and he can hear a smile in the teenager’s voice. “We can always tell when you’re walking down the hall.” 

“Hey!” 

“It’s a good thing,” Caleb giggles, distracting him as Fritz lets go of his hand. “It means we don’t hesitate to always find the nearest exit to say hi.”

[pierrotwrites-hc]

sneak peak: part III chapter 2

The hatch above sliced the weak light like a cutting wire, casting a grid on the damp stone walls below. Connell watched through half-closed eyes as two water droplets slid down the wall toward a patch of light. He wasn’t betting on any droplet in particular; simply observing their progress.

Doran spoke, his voice raspy from dehydration. They weren’t quite thirsty enough to start licking the walls, but it was only a matter of time.

“Hey, Con,” he rasped. “What time d’you think it is?”

The first dozen times Doran had asked this question, Connell had tried to make out the hour by the subtle variation in the darkness. The next dozen times, he’d responded with sarcasm. Now he didn’t even bother to reply.

“I’d wager it’s lunchtime,” said Doran. “Hey, Con. What’ll you wager it’s lunchtime?”

“Doran, we’re in a pit. What do you expect me to wager, rat bones?”

There was a pause.

“I don’t think all of these bones belonged to rats,” said Doran.

Connell had been trying not to look too closely at the pitiful heap of bones against the far wall. Now it loomed hugely in the corner of his eye, a portent of a future he didn’t want to contemplate. He turned back to the water droplets, but they had already been absorbed into the stone.

“Hey, Con.”

When Connell didn’t reply, Doran kept repeating his name until he snapped.

“What?”

“D’you think Toby and Luca made it to Fleetside?”

There was a long silence. This time Doran didn’t try to break it.

The top of the pit opened with a scream of metal. Piercing sunlight streamed down. Connell and Doran scrambled to their feet, squinting up through watering eyes. Connell could just make out dark figures high above. He had the image of hunters looking into a trapping pit to see what they’d caught for dinner.

There was a muffled discussion, too far up for Connell's straining ears to hear. Then something was thrown down. A rope ladder. It unrolled as it fell before jerked to a stop a few feet above the damp ground.

“They can’t seriously expect us to climb up,” said Connell.

Doran was already testing the ladder’s bottom rung to see if it would hold his weight. He cast Connell a scornful look.

“What else are we going to do? Stay here and starve?”

He had a point. Still…

“What if they cut our heads off once we get to the top?”

“It’ll be a better death than that poor bugger got,” said Doran, nodding to the heap of bones.

That was all the convincing Connell needed. If he was going to die, he wanted to die on his feet, under the sky, with the gods as his witnesses. Not here in a hole like a rat.

Doran was already scaling the ladder. Connell took a steadying breath and pulled himself up after.

They emerged several long minutes later, sweating, panting, dizzy with hunger and vertigo. After so long spent in the dark of the pit, even the pale gray sun was blinding. Connell wiped his streaming eyes on his sleeve. The figures swam into focus—not Dogs of Guye but a dozen armed men who wore no uniform. Still, Connell could tell they were soldiers. It wasn’t just their weapons, but their air of casual menace and the readiness with which they held themselves.

Gods above and below, Connell was sick of soldiers. Nearly as sick as he was of waiting to die. He almost hoped this lot would just kill them and have done with it.

“You’re the freedmen they call Connell and Doran?”

The question was asked by a wiry, weathered, quick-eyed man in a dark orange greatcoat. He had no symbols of office on his breast, but it was clear from the way his fellows regarded him that he was the leader here.

Connell and Doran shared a speaking look. They had no friends in this place. Anyone who was looking for them by name meant them harm.

Their fear must’ve shown on their faces. The soldier held up his hands.

“We’re no enemies of yours, lads. Got you out of that pit, didn’t we? I’m to bring you to Robert Black. Orders from the man himself.”

“Why?” asked Doran, only remembering to add “Sir” when Connell elbowed him.

“Something to do with his boy,” said the soldier, shrugging. “Anyway, you ought to be thanking your lucky stars Black spared a thought for you, busy as he is. The Dogs meant to leave you down there. They were taking bets on how long you'd last.”

Connell and Doran shared another speaking look. This time it was horror that echoed between them like the sound of a scream too deep in the earth for any living soul to hear.

“How long were we down there, sir?” Doran asked.

“Two days,” the man replied. “And no wonder you’re jumpy as cats, you must be bloody starving.” He took some bread from the inside pocket of his greatcoat and tossed it to them. “Thought so,” he said, as they fell on their portions like wolves. “I’m Tyburn, by the way.”

The name was vaguely familiar. From Doran’s reaction, he knew it.

As they followed the man—away from the pit, thank all the gods; Connell would be glad to have no more dealings with pits for as long as he lived—Doran leaned in and hissed, “Willy Tyburn, Con! He’s the Terror of King’s Road! His gang held up Lord Ambrose’s carriage, remember? The Duke wouldn’t leave the grounds for months without an armed guard.”

As usual, Doran had spoken louder than he intended. Tyburn cast an amused look over his shoulder.

“Belonged to the Duke of Chesten, did you?”

Connell and Doran exchanged guilty looks.

“Yes, sir,” said Connell. He turned his forearm to show the Duke’s mark branded there. He was so blanched from the cold that four-ringed annulet stood out like a blood-blister.

“We aren’t runaways, sir,” said Doran quickly. “The Dogs freed us.”

“I’m in the business of taking collars off slaves, lad, not putting ’em back on,” said Tyburn. “Whether in the Dogs’ camp or ours, you’re free men.”

Doran didn’t try to hide his relief. Seeing it, Connell had to tamp down a searing flash of anger. After everything Doran had put them through—after what had been done to them, to Toby, to Luca—even now, after all of it, the only thing he cared about was his precious fucking freedom.

Toby and Luca. Could they have run into Robert Black on the way to Fleetside? Luca had been a spy, after all, however difficult it was for Connell to get his head around; he and Black were on the same side. And they’d known each other in Lyonesse, hadn’t they? That brute Arkwright had said as much. Black had been one of Luca’s clients when he was still posing as a lord. But maybe that, too, had been a ruse, a cover for their meetings. Maybe Black and Luca were better acquainted than anyone knew.  

The same thoughts were going through Doran’s head. In a voice too low for Tyburn to hear, he whispered, “Something to do with his boy. You don’t think…?”

Connell didn’t know what to think. But he hoped. He hoped more fiercely than he’d let himself hope for anything in a very long time.

They passed through the vast gates and emerged onto the moor. When Connell was here last, it had been an expanse of damp mist drifting over earth so barren even the snow seemed to wither as it fell. Overnight, a city had sprung up. It was a city of tents, thousands on thousands, vanishing into the far distance. Within those tents and bustling between them were twice, no, three times as many men—soldiers, Connell supposed, though few wore anything like a uniform, and some of those uniforms were in Ademar’s colors. At least half looked more like Midland peasants than battle-hardened rebels.

“Con, look!”

Connell followed Doran’s pointing finger to a group of men distinct not only for their richly-colored skin but their military bearing. These must be the Enkaaran mercenaries he’d heard about. They were certainly easier to imagine in battle than the peasants. Still, in their pale uniforms against the backdrop of gray tents and grayer sky, they looked lost, even a little forlorn, like a flock of birds blown off-course in a storm.

“Poor buggers came all the way to Castle Guye just to camp on the bloody doorstep,” said Tyburn, shaking his head. “That’s Northern hospitality for you.”

He brought Connell and Doran to a tent that would have been indistinguishable from any of the others except for its size and the sense that, somehow, the rest of the camp had been built around it. A line of people queued outside, all with that air of self-possession particular to freeborn men. They reacted with varying degrees of indignation as Tyburn pushed Connell and Doran past them and into the tent.

Judging from the bustle of activity within, they’d just entered the center of operations. These soldiers were clearly among the more seasoned. Connell even spotted a few faces he recognized from Redditch. Others were familiar from the wanted posters he’d seen in Lyonesse and along the King’s Road.

And at the center of it all was Robert Black.

He would’ve stood out even if he hadn’t been half a head taller than everyone but the barbarian who loomed at his right side. There was the red hair, of course, unnervingly similar to the color of dried blood, and the eyes that stared out of deep hollows, as hard and bright and calculating as a carrion bird’s. Connell had seen drawings of Black’s face on wanted posters—bad drawings, he’d thought at the time, but seeing their subject now, there was some truth to the depictions. He might not have the cartoonish menace of the posters, but Robert Black was the most dangerous-looking man Connell had ever seen.

Robert looked up and saw them. It was like being pinned under a glacier.

“That will be all,” he said.

He didn’t even need to raise his voice. In a moment the tent was empty. Even Tyburn melted away. The only one who stayed was the barbarian. Black’s bodyguard, Connell assumed. His was not a comforting presence.

Robert Black came around the desk and leaned against it. There was a silence; Connell measured its length in heartbeats. When at last Robert spoke, his voice was chillingly devoid of feeling.

“So you’re the so-called friends who abducted Luca.”

[sincerely-wyvern]

As he watched the reunion between Danny and Grace, realization struck Steve. 

He wanted that. 

He wanted them.

He wanted Danny and Grace Williams all to himself.

He wanted to come home to Danny and Grace every day, and he wanted to take Danny to bed every night.

“Steve, get over her,” Danny called, looking over at his partner and motioning for the man to join them.

As he walked over, Steve knew he would everything in his power to make Danny and Grace his.

[justyourtypicalwriter]

I feel bad for neglecting you gays in order for me to do my smart girl shit but here’s a sneak peak of what I’ve been writing in my down time

[mewtwobootleg]

Comic snek pek

[justali-anne]

Have you ever put in a command wrong in A03 and suddenly EVERYTHING IS BOLD???? WHAT IS THIS??????

[lustlovehart]

Warnings: Slightly Suggestive(? Idek if it counts), Leona thinks about taking your vitality (not to the point of death tho), reference to Leonas crimes, Hints of obsession

“Defenseless…?” You peak behind Leona, piles of ash and dust tell you he’s not as defenseless as he says. Though, the skeletal hand alone is enough to know the truth. But, in truth, you never thought Leona would pose to be “in distress” so they say. He’s the type to retaliate whenever someone accuses him of being weak. “You know… Something tells me you’ll be fine, Leona…”

He tilts his head, his smirk fading before shrugging his shoulders, you’re caught in whiplash when he turns away from you with a yawn.

“If you say so. If I get murdered while you’re gone, don’t get upset kay’?”

…

He really knows how to make you feel responsible.

You sigh, sitting down on the floor of his throne, dust flying into the air, head leaning up, falling into the space between his legs. Your eyes looking directly into the space of his face, devoid of facial features, save for his lips and nose. Though… would the open slash on his eye count as a feature?

“Thought you said i’d be fine?” he lifts from slouching on the stone, his head falling to look down at you between his legs, bandaged face inches from you. His lips express amusement and stoicism, somehow. Your fingers lift from the floor, a nail sneaking beneath the fabric, lingering on the cut in his skin. His hand grabs yours, lifting it before you can pull off the cloth.

“Thought about it, and you’re right.” you pull away from him, his palm still enclosed, staying in the spot your own was. Lingering, fleeting. “I can’t just leave a damsel in distress alone right? Especially royalty no?” a single laugh leaves him, his back hitting the hard exterior of his chair. Your turn you body, chin resting on the stone. If anyone walked by, they could easily confuse the scene for you worshipping him.

Little do they know, the roles are reversed. You’re no worshiper, you’re the muse. You always will be, to these monsters at least.

“Yeah, distress.” there’s a certain irony. It might be from the skeletons the lean on the wall, or maybe the sacks stained with red. But you play along. “We can be defensless together, yeah?” his bandaged hands takes hold of your cheek, gold draining into his veins. All it takes is one cough, and your eyes frantically look at his crimes splayed on the walls with panic, for him to pull back.

…

“Maybe i’m not that defenseless.”

With these many bodies at your hands? There’s no way he’s in need for you. It doesn’t stop him from believing he does though.

Alt:

Honestly, making the short snippet for this was a bit difficult! I was struggling to think with what Leona would do. He doesn't enjoy the idea of being viewed as weak as all… but when it comes to it, if there’s something he needs to have, he’ll do it.

[blacktabbygames]

Cant remember if you answered this already but do you guys have any personal favorite video games in 2024?

We've finished surprisingly few games this year, and I don't love weighing in on games I haven't finished, but here's some favorites we played (not all of them came out this year though!):

The demo for Perfect Tides Station to Station - I was lucky enough to get a sneak peak of the full first season in the sequel. The first Perfect Tides is one of my favorite interactive narratives of all time it really says something that the sequel so far blows the first game out of the water. Aspirationally good. Criminally underrated. League of its own. Thronefall - Great mix of tower defense hack and slash, and resource management.

South Scrimshaw, Part One - Phenomenal and imaginative visual novel styled as a documentary about the life cycle of a whale species on an alien planet.

1000xResist - Wildly complicated narrative that beautifully weaves together an astounding number of themes. What does it mean to yearn for a place that no longer exists? I would recommend going into it blind.

In Stars and Time - We're bad friends and didn't have the chance to finish it until this year. Really thoughtful time loop narrative. Made us cry.

Nine Sols - I'm breaking my "I haven't finished it" rule because I really like what I've played so far. It's also pretty hard so not something I want to pick up when I get tired. Brilliant metroidvania by Red Candle Games, who are one of our favorite developers. Quite a different direction than their previous titles though (Devotion and Detention.)

Thank Goodness You're Here - really funny slapstick adventure :)

Path of Exile 2 - Finally an ARPG with challenging gameplay that's deeper than spamming 4 buttons really fast.

Alan Wake II Welcome to Nightsprings DLC - SO clever and creative. Really loved the text-based adventure in the last one.

On my ever growing backlog: Animal Well, Lorelei and the Laser Eyes (I've heard people have needed physical notebooks for this one though so it might not be my speed), finish Indika, which is so stylish, finish Rise of the Golden Idol (loved the first game!) We've done so many things this year — Pristine Cut, move into a new place, get married, etc, so I've been too tired to engage with a lot of more difficult games.

[mcnostril]

Sometimes, I play them videosgames

I've been trying a bunch of Steam Next Fest demos and I must crown three kings:

I've had my eye on Mohrta for a while and it does not disappoint. A little bit of collision jank and some performance quibbles, but great levels, satisfying gunplay and very intriguing setting. The sound design deserves special mention, it really sells the weird worlds you're traipsing through.

HARK THE GHOUL has the chonky graphics I crave, and is also a fantastically weird setting that is very compelling. I find King's Field type games usually a bit on the simplistic side mechanically, but with the kick and the various items/weapon types, this one spices thing up and I want to see where it goes.

Poke ALL Toads is a decent puzzler and I enjoyed solving how to avoid retribution while annoying all amphibians, but what really got me was the wonderful animation work. Just peak charm on every frame that had me failing on purpose so I could see every animated interaction of this smug little pest of a fairy (gave me that Battle Chess nostalgia, but better because toad-based puzzling).

Not quite a king, but Project Silverfish gets honorary Baron status:

It's got very good atmosphere and I think it's shaping up great but I feel like it's missing a *something* to really take off, just not sure what (it could just be a polish thing, this is apparently quite the early build). Keeping an eye on it though, it's got the potential for kingliness.

[elysian-fawn]

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍❜𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 !

lucifer ﾉ luci ꒰ fawn exclusive privilege hehe ໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა ꒱ ﾉ the only voice of reason in the HOL T T

› one of three on fawn's very own undecided romancing list ໒꒰ྀིっ⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀི১ › took the LOOONGEST out of all seven brothers to warm up to me ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝ᴗ͈ ‸ ᴗ͈⸝⸝꒱ྀིა we move tho ,,, it's so totally bc he was smitten with me at first sight *fawn's lethal dosage of copium* › i love him almost as much as i love his limitless credit card 🤤 slash j but seriously shopping trips with him are SO much fun bc he's never shy when it comes to spoiling me bahahahsjdha › the best demon to go to when i'm in the mood to listen to either jazz or classical music ,, he has the most beautiful collection eveeer !!!

mammon ﾉ mammoney ﾉ the demon to go to when you are up for the most chaotic time of your life/pos

› friends ? lovers ? who knows 🤣😁💯⁉️ as here we have yet another demon undecided on the romancing list T T › the first demon i ever befriended ꒰ begrudgingly on his end T T as he didn't want to be the ❝ human's babysitter ❞ . . . (¬_¬”) ꒱ › never pair the two of us together unless you're up for the most headache inducing , unserious duo ever LMAOOOASHDJAD › we're actually joined at the hip i fear T T the demon i go to for everything !!! › movie nights with him , beel , levi & i are a friday special (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) genres range all the way from horror to romance to comedy ꒰ it's plenty fun seeing him squirm during horrors and trying to play it off like he isn't scared LMAOASJFAJ ꒱

leviathan ﾉ levi ﾉ gamer ꒰ derogatory ꒱/j

› scripted in dti in this dr &&& OMGIEEEHAHHSDHF me n him have a game going on between us on who can get the most no.1's pffftttt › me 🤝🏾 levi : literally spending hoooooours dissecting and nerding out over chainsaw man ꒰ obvi had to script in peak !! ꒱ › the sole reason behind the gaunt expression i sport during some breakfasts because he thinks it's like the best idea ever to stay up playing " just one more " game ໒꒰ྀི ╥﹏╥ ꒱ྀིა › NEVER play mario kart with him . . . you will leave either pissed off because he is a notorious placing a banana peel in your path at the last second player or you will be badgered over and over again for a rematch if you miraculously win LOLLLL

satan ﾉ stan ﾉ fellow cat enjoyer whom i help sneak kittens into the HOL 🤫

› the whole ❝ stanﾉstanley ❞ nickname started off as a joke but it genuinely stuck T T more often than not call for him with the name stan LMFAOAOOASHHAHA › him and i have a book club together !! started off with just the two of us but mams joined in , then simeon , & soon after levi to quote unquote put us on peak ꒰ which was basically just him doing unpaid promo of his fave mangas T T ꒱ › we're currently housing two cats in the HOL behind lucifer's back 🤭 ꒰ he totally knows , just doesn't say anything bc the cats haven't caused any havoc and we take good care of them , it's a sort of ❝ it doesn't exist if i don't see it ❞ thing for him LMAOAOFJAIJ ꒱

asmodeus ﾉ asmo ﾉ the only diva to ever grace the HOL

› me n him r like this 🤞🏾 › being a regular guest for asmo nights , random shopping trips , sharing makeup & skincare tips is like the basis of our friendship › often join him in sneaking off dead in the night to the most exciting of parties he's either invited to or hosts himself !!

beelzebub ﾉ beel ﾉ the demon that empties out the fridge almost daily T T

› like genuinely my favourite out of the seven brothers T T the sweetest out of them too ! › third demon on the unofficial undecided list of who i want to be with ૮ ◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა › loves tagging along with me to my trips to purgatory hall bc he loves the treats that luke & i bake 🤭 › taught me how to snowboard !!! & i obvi baked him the flakiest pastry dessert as thanks 😇

belphegor ﾉ belphie ﾉ . . .

› . . . › he's alright . . . i guess

the purgatory hall trio ﾉ simeon , luke & peepaw ꒰ solomon ꒱ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

› the nickname i have for solomon , peepaw ꒰ grandpa ꒱ , stuck after finding out just how /long/ he's been alive LMAOOADJHHDHA he positively loathes it 🤭 › LUKE !!! my actual twin , him and i love going to the demon lord's castle to bake with barbatos :3 ꒰ more like i drag him along with me bc one-on-one time alone with barbatos makes me nervous LMAKSFIDFH ꒱ › genuinely love spending time over at purgatory hall more often than not bc it's SO chill there ,, plus simeon literally brews some of the best tea ever right behind barbatos › have tried teaching solomon how to cook . . . and despite him shadowing the steps i did perfectly it still was . . . inedible to say the least ૮₍ 𖦹  ̫ × ₎ა 

demon lord's castle pair ﾉ barbatos & diavolo

› i call barbatos barbie sometimes bc the nickname fits him just perfectly bc he can literally do almost anything it's kinda scary at times LOLLLLADSFAJ › so not allowed to see diavolo during his work hours bc i'm the worst when it comes to goading him on to ditch his duties sometimes in favour of having fun HELOSPGSDOJ

thirteen , raphael , mephistopheles ﾉ mephisto

› thirteen is like the friend i never knew i needed 🙂‍↕️ boy does solomon hate it when we're together bc we are the faces of antagonizing him LMSFDHFIHO › mephisto is . . . mephisto . i don't have much to say abt him ,, but ! when i took up being on rad's newspaper club as an extracurricular he was pretty chill surprisingly , not as stuck up as he usually is LOLLLL ꒰ greatly warmed up to him after the whole prince lucifer and princess diavolo sticker fiasco LMAIDHAHASUHAF ꒱ › . . . cannot say much of raphael either T T #i'm still around lesson 60-ish and have not opened this silly game in months LMASJAOF

[blametheeditor]

"Scott should have something in the vault that could help us."

David only caught the end of James' sentence, preoccupied with the fact the sunrise was attempting to blind him. By the time he manages to reorient himself and find the right motel room, the shorter hunter is already halfway done with packing his bag.

"Help us?" David repeats, rubbing his eyes as he walks through the doorway, already feeling a massive headache forming. "How?"

"You'd be surprised how many artifacts the organization has accumulated," James replies. "Who knows, there might even be-"

He misses the fact James cut himself off, a little too busy with trying to figure out what the hell he's smelling. Especially because it's almost phantom, and yet everywhere he turns his head, it's there. If he didn't know any better, he'd describe it as the essence of the living.

"Do you smell that?" David asks, wrinkling his nose as he looks around the room. Finds himself narrowing in on James' packed bag. Goes completely still once he realizes it's the smell of a living human. Someone with a beating heart.

You're telling him that humans smell like the living, and that's what sends vampires into a frenzy?

"How did you get inside?"

David raises an eyebrow at James. "What do you mean how did I? I'm not a dumbass, I know how doors work."

"No, David, you're a vampire."

The taller hesitates. Looks back at the doorway at the realization he shouldn't have been able to walk through it considering he wasn't given permission to today or any previous day. And yet he feels no compulsion to walk back out the door.

"Well why wouldn't I be allowed inside?"

James smiles. "Never thought your ego would actually be beneficial."

"You're lucky I'm not just throwing you through every door I want through and using that as my invitation."

[sincerely-wyvern]

“How is it you always end up at the center of these things?” Christopher Pike asked, a combination of annoyance and fondness in his tone.

“It was the best idea,” Jim Kirk answered.

The man raised an eyebrow before turning his gaze to Jim’s partner, Lenard McCoy.

McCoy sighed, “It really is the best idea.”

Jim beamed, nodding. “Bones is the best dad,” he explained, “and this way he gets Jo.”

Pike took a sip of coffee as he felt the pains of an oncoming headache. “So,” he began, “let me recap: while Dr. McCoy was off-planet, you got a phone call about the accident and Jo needing a home, and you told the government official you would take her as he and McCoy were married then you hacked government records to create fake records.”

[cenomaso]

Michael Myers / Reader - 18+

Rating: Explicit

Words: 800

Warnings: Blood Play, Dubcon, Forced Masturbation, Dominance

Read on AO3

The silent ones were the worst. You always felt like you were succeeding at sneaking around, staying out of sight, fixing a gen without being caught, then boom, they were right behind you, blade in your back.

You thought you had evaded him, you were home free, the gate almost open. Everyone else had been sacrificed, and you had luckily made it this far. However, right before the gate was finished, you suddenly felt a presence behind you.

You turned right as The Shape slashed across your body. You were sent to the ground, blood droplets flying and a surprised cry escaping your throat. You crumpled on the dirt, coughing and spitting. The Shape tilted his head, stepping forward.

“Bastard!” You shouted. You were right there, freedom was mere feet away.

The Shape then did something strange. He picked you up, maneuvering you onto your back. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you watched, waiting for him to finish you off. But, he didn’t, not yet. 

The Shape bent down and crawled between your legs, spreading them. Your heart rate increased and sweat formed on your brow. What on earth was he doing? He put his knife to your inner thigh and grazed the blade along your skin, trailing it down to your knee, then your calf. He did the same thing to the other leg. 

Oh no, no….you felt yourself growing wet.

The Shape then pulled your shorts down to your ankles, along with your panties. You gasped, rushing to cover yourself, but The Shape quickly put his knife at your throat. You retracted your hands, allowing yourself to be exposed. The Shape nodded, letting you know he was pleased with your actions. He then put a hand to your slick cunt, sliding his fingers up and down your folds.

He grabbed your wrist and yanked your hand down to your groin. He pointed at your hand, then at your cunt. 

“W-What? You want me to…t-touch myself?” You asked. 

The Shape gave a single slow nod. 

You felt your face get hot with embarrassment, there was just no way he was going to make you do that…

You complied though, because of fear, and because your cunt ached. You started to rub your clit, staring at his masked face. You could see his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed heavily, his head tilting again. He reached up to your chest and ripped your shirt open, then reached around to undo your bra. Your breasts spilled out before him, nipples immediately perking up. The Shape ran his hand over your wounds, spreading your blood across your torso. You dipped two fingers into yourself, lifting your hips up as arousal built. 

The Shape put his hand on your cheek, smearing blood on your face. You licked your lips and tasted the copper. You yelped as he pressed down on your gut, forcing more blood to ooze forth. He then spread that blood, bathing you in crimson. 

Your eyes closed, his hands still roaming your body. You felt your stomach tighten as you pinched your clit, legs shaking. His hand found your neck and painted it, then squeezed. You started to get light headed as your peak approached. 

You pumped more fingers in and out of your soaked entrance, body trembling and hips bucking. You hoped you were giving him the show that he wanted. You felt blood trailing down your sides onto the ground, and his hand squeezed tighter. 

Your mouth fell open, and you opened your eyes. His face was close to yours, and you wished that you could see under his mask. He suddenly let go of you and stood. You were about to ask him what he was doing when he placed his boot on your chest. You grunted as he pressed down, pointing his knife toward your groin and motioning for you to continue. 

Your fingers danced across your clit and your folds, sore from how quickly you were pleasuring yourself. You were still afraid, but that only added to your arousal. Your breath hitched, and you felt your climax coming. 

“Oh…OH!” You cried out as your body tensed.

You threw your head back as your eyes rolled into your head, a powerful orgasm shaking you. You moaned and writhed, his boot crushing your chest. The Shape watched intently as you came, taking in your sounds of ecstasy and watching your blood pool on the ground. 

Finally, it was over, and you started to come down from your high.

“I..w-wha-“ you began to speak, but his blade swiped across your throat.

Your eyes widened as you reached up to feel. Blood poured from the tear in your neck, and the world went dark while your pants were still around your ankles. 

[lavieverdezoro]

"Please"

Sanji × Reader // female reader, nsfw - overstimulation (f!receiving), blood (Sanji nosebleeding), praising

You never know how you managed to get in such a situation such as Sanji eating you out relentlessly.

Sanji is a man who will automatically do what a woman tells him to. He's a womanizer, he treats each woman he sees as a goddess and expects nothing in return.

You've been noticing how the blonde was paying more attention on you. That thought surprised you but you couldn't help but feel a bit flattered. You've always liked his attention despite him being perverted, you found the special cook attractive on the way he treats you like no other man with such love, passion and care.

Sanji had been paying more attention to you because you give him attention he deeply needed and craved, he has been soaking up every attention you give him.

Whether it be a single glance or a simple greeting-he goes weak to his knees. You make him fidgety and bothered with thoughts. You fill him up with the sweetest of sins that lights up a fire deep within him.

He'd feel really guilty for thinking of such thoughts but he couldn't help himself, he's touch deprived but hates asking for it or anything in general. He does things for people without expecting anything in return. His kindness is what makes him the strongest but also the weakest.

Sanii was down bad and desperate. Despite that he's a hopeless romantic, he doesn't fully understand what love is. What love meant to him is him giving what people want even if it ends up hurting him in the process.

He was soaking up every bit of your attention, he'd do anything for you. He'd topple down empires for you, run around the whole earth for you, slash the moon in half if you asked, and you think you have to plead or even beg him for anything?

Sanji felt like he was in heaven when he got to eat you out relentlessly, he couldn't stop himself. He ate you out so many times to the point where you lost count.

Mmh. y/n~ my love, you taste so divine. I can't help it, let me do another round." He spoke into your clit, his nose bleeding whilst his wet muscle shove itself it and out of your pussy. His eye absorbing and taking in every bit of your sweet expressions you make as he ate you out. The sight of your body twitching and the sound of your moans leaving past your lips shakily made him so fucking good.

It felt like you were his only purpose now. He buried his hips to the mattress with his growing erection, a groan leaving his throat and into your pussy which made a pleasurable shiver run up your spine.

His slim and slender hands gently grip on your thighs, pushing them more wider just so he could feast on you again. He couldn't help himself, he's eating you out like as it he hadn't eaten in days. His tounge would pull out, savoring and licking your wet folds as his hand sneaked up to enter two digits into your needy entrance.

"You're so beautiful, y/n... You truly make me feel like in heaven." At this point, Sanji was slurring out words of praises into your clit, the vibration making you shake and grip on the sheets more. You were helpless under his heavenly care, his tounge just felt so, so good. You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs around his head as you reach your peak-your juices went all over Sanji's face and mouth and he lapped it all up as if it's his only source of food.

"Y/n.." He'd mutter, his pupil now in the shape of a heart as he grinded his erection more against the mattress. It wasn't long until he came and released himself in his pants accidentally while he was grinding on the mattress.

Sanji went to his knees in between your legs as you pant heavily from reaching your high. You hear the sound of his belt unbuckling as his hardened cock sprung free, some cum already leaking from his accidental orgasm. He leaned down, kissing your neck lovingly as he whispered in such a desperate tone.

"please, let me love you more."

©lavieverdezoro blog

[morrowfel]

Calliope of the Spartiates

Sneak peak of this scene ↓👀

"Of course, he left. She begged him to stay. In her shame, she shed tears. She clutched at him as he pushed her away. In his hard face she saw the contempt, the rage. What else could make him look so angry, if not his disgust for her and all her weakness?

With a final shove, he sent her slamming into the ground. Sobbing, she made to chase after him, but froze as Persephone summoned the great Elysium warriors to her aid and loosed them on her father.

Calliope screamed a warning that was never heard. The first soldier dashed to strike him with a spear, an attack that never landed. Quick as a snake, her father dodged, hands immediately going for the soldier’s neck, and in one terrible crack, he was no more.

She gagged in horror, burying her face in her hands and curling into the dirt as the warriors howled with rage. The screaming seemed to last for ages, interspersed only by even more horrible sounds. Bones crunched. She heard bodies drop to the earth like marionettes with their strings cut. The stench of hot blood filled the air. In a dim, panicked recess of her mind, it was a stench she knew all too well.

She dug her fingers into her face as hard as she could. A stinging pain followed where her nails broke skin. Suddenly, the shouting stopped and in its place was something strange and unearthly. Metal scraping on metal, the whooshing of a raging fire before it consumed a forest. It was the sound of something truly evil.

As Calliope peaked through her trembling fingers, she saw that before her was no longer a man, but a monster, nightmarish and terrifying. Her father’s sun-browned skin had turned an ashen white, as if all the color had drained from his body. At first, all she could see was his back, where the red tattoo reappeared, slashing across his body like an open wound. He spun, striking his victims down with such precision that he looked almost as if he was dancing.

But all of that was forgotten when her eyes landed on the curved blades he bore, terrible and sharp enough to slice through bone. As the blades swung, slashing from man to man, the metal burning so intensely that the air itself simmered with heat, horrible realization dawned on Calliope.

The river had not lied.

[jj-the-hobbit171]

The atmosphere was thick enough to be slashed by the sword reader leaned on. Johnny looked at them, scanning to find anything that had changed….

A lot, actually. For one the Bonnie had grown taller, and broader, something certainly from years of war and blood. Their hair had grown out, tied in a loose bun with horse hair;those clothes, you never wore those, always in losse clothing, with or glasses-wait.

“What happened to ye eye lass?..” the burrent warily asked, while staring at your blind eye, with a slash over the surrounding skin…

“War….. your late majesty, war.”

And that’s a sneak peak on what will be happening in part two. Reader feels to betrayed to acknowledge him as more than dead.

Anyway, eat, and hunger for second breakfast!

From the hobbit hole,

J.J

@nes-kopi