#whatever for now i dub thee

[makeitlookdecent]

i think im on to something

[embrosegraves]

𝔸 ℕ𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖

Max Verstappen x Reader  Max just wants to show his love for you 

A pre-graduation gift!

Part 1 of a very fluffy 2 part Fic. I've decided to put all of my Sugar Daddy fics (because there will be more) into their own universe. I dub thee, The Sugar -verse!

Max was a man of his word. This meant that if he said he was going to do something, he would do it. Even if he said he would leave you alone to study. Of course he would pout a bit but he would leave you to do your thing. Most of all it meant that he absolutely would NOT change his mind after he utters the words “I’m going to…” when it came to spoiling you. 

In order to avoid the wrath he was sure to incur from you, he would often say it under his breath or he would think them so as to avoid you hearing them. Because Lord knows what you would make him promise  if you heard the things he was to purchase for you. In his opinion the laptop was nowhere near expensive enough. It made you happy though so he didn’t complain. Too much. 

Now however, Max didn’t see the problem in spending as much as he could on you. You were graduating with your degree after years and years of hard work. You deserved to be given whatever it was you wanted to have. And despite what you said, Max was very aware of his spending habits. Which is why when there was only a month until your graduation, he bought extra cabinets and shoe racks for him to build. 

Closer and closer the date crept up until it was the day before you graduated. Max had made sure that when you came home in the evening, there was a hot bath ready for you to soak in, a glass of your favourite wine and a plate of your favourite dinner meal ready on the bath tray. He was prepared to dote on you for however long you let him. Before you went to bed that night, Max decided that it wouldn’t hurt to give you at least one gift now. 

“Schat, I have something to give you.” 

You turned around in his arms so you could look at him properly. Times like this, when you would just be surrounded by him in comfort, were always your favourite thing. You would probably trade all the money in the world if it meant you could keep Max for yourself. Max wouldn’t make the same trade because that would mean that he couldn’t spend anything on you like he thought you deserved. 

“I’ve already been given so much tonight, My Love.” 

Max frowned a little when you spoke. He hadn’t given you anything yet. What did you mean you had been given so much? Seeing Max’s confusion you elaborated a little. 

“I’ve been given an entire evening to spend around you. I’ve been given all my favourite things and now I get to just lay here with you, which I think is the greatest gift of them all.” 

Max was thankful that most of the lights had been turned off. He could feel his face heating up. He buried his face between your neck and shoulder, giving you a light kiss. 

“I want to give you something you can wear tomorrow.” 

“Max.” Your voice was stern. 

“It’s something small, don’t worry.” 

“Just because it’s small doesn’t mean it wasn’t expensive, Max. What did you buy?” 

“A necklace.” Came Max’s muffled reply. He had been placing soft kisses to your skin the whole time. 

You closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling before you gently grabbed his face and moved it to look at you. Protests of “I wasn’t finished kissing” fell through Max’s mouth as you did. 

“Can you justify it?” You asked. Max looked like a pouting child, but he nodded. 

“I bought it because you’re graduating tomorrow and it’s a simple one so you can wear it every day and not just at fancy places.” It was a simple justification, but dammit he was right. You playfully scoffed but allowed him to get the necklace so he could give it to you. You felt an indescribable amount of love when you saw him get up with a big grin on his face. 

When he gave you the box for it, he sat in front of you like a kid waiting to show their parents a drawing they were proud of. Opening the box, you gasped and covered your mouth. The necklace was beautiful. A dainty gold chain with Max’s initial and your birthstone. 

“Max, this is beautiful.” Your voice was barely a whisper. You could hardly speak. It was simple, like he had said, but it was easily one of the most gorgeous things you had. 

“Will you wear it tomorrow?” Max seemed almost nervous as he asked you to wear his initial around your neck. 

In response you flung your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, tears welling up in your eyes. His arms circled around your waist in reflex to keep you steady. 

“I’m never taking it off.” You breathed near his ear. A few moments later you detached yourself and held the necklace towards him. 

“Put it on for me?”

Neither of your smiles left your faces, even as you eventually succumbed to sleep.

The necklace looks similar to these necklaces I saw on facebook lmao

[gothicgender]

Heeeeeeey I loved your Velvette head-canons !

But now I need somehting with Alastor. I want to see how accurate you can make him !

What do you think about some fluff with Alastor ? For example slowly dancing with him or visiting Cannibal town with him.

Thank you !

I was waiting for someone to request something like this.

I love Alastor but some fans just make him...less Alastor. He is a maniac and a sadistic man that warms up really slow to someone, like we see him with Nifty. Also he is a manipulator sooo yea...

Fandom : Hazbin Hotel

Type : one-shot

Genre : fluff/ romantic

Warnings : female reader, she/her pronouns used, aroace reader, manipulation, reader doesn't know how to dance, 20s slang used !

Summary : Slowly dancing with Alastor before the battle with Adam

''Whatever redemption really means, I know you all tried. I have seen the good in all of you. And it's...I-I'm just...I love you all, so much, and-and live tonight however you want because-''

''We're all gonna die!''

Those words echoed in your mind for the rest of the night. How were you, the others residents of the hotel and a bunch of cannibals going to battle against THE Adam and his exorcists ?

You couldn't help but look down at the others whiel they were having the night og their lives before the battle. Worry was filling your thoughts. How were you going to live ? How were you going to battle against them ? How were you and the others going to survive ? You sigh and look down at your hands.

''I dub thee, King Roach.''

''Oh, to understand your twisted little mind!''

Maniac laughter brings you out of your thoughts and make you turn to your left to see Alastor and Nifty laughing togheter. How could they be so calm and relaxed when they could be living their last night right now ?

''Why the sad look, my dear ? Like I always say, a smile is a valuable tool ! What's eating you, hmm ?'' Alastor asks you while Nifty rushes to kill some bugs. He lifts a hands to pinch your cheek.

''I'm not sad it's just that....I don't know, aren't you afraid for the battle ? What if we aren't going to make it ?'' You look back down at the others.

''Afraid ? Ha ! Why are you afraid ? With the weapons we have and my help, I think we are going to bumb off those useless beings'' He says his smile widening careless about the big event coming up.

''But...what if we don't ? I don't even know what to do. Charlie said to live however we want and everyone is except me. Aren't you going to do something to make this night memorable for you ?'' You ask Alastor, feeling desperate to do as many things as you could that night...just incase you don't get to do it ever.

Silence fills the air, the only sound being laughter and voices from the others that were at the bar.

Suddenly Alastor clears his throat to get your attention. He exteends a hand to you and leans forward a little.

''I suppose I have an ideea for the night.'' He says and waits for you to take his hand.

''...What is it ?'' You ask him, curious and weirded out at the same time.

''Just a little dance ! Back in the day when I was alive I would always impress the women I danced with. I was quite the hoofer around my town. Come on, baby, I know the best songs !'' He says with a the same big but prouder smile, holding your hand and bringing you closer to himself. He didn't like physical touch that much but it never harmed to dance.

''Alastor, no...'' You protest, as he pulls you away from everyone's eyes and a radio appears on the floor next to the two of you.

''Alastor..I can't really dance'' You sigh and look away embarrased. ''Ah, there's no need to worry my dearest ! Like I mentioned, I always was the wonderful, copacetic dancer ! Just follow my lead and you'll be a ritzy hoofer in no time with a teacher like me''

He says and then an old song from around Alastor's time begins to play. It was a slow but rather elegant song with a man singing about his lover.

Alastor begins to sway you around, holding one of your hands while his other arm was holding your back. I told you to hold his arm and you did, keeping the pace with him...or atleast trying.

''See ? You're already learning sweetheart ! There's no beef big enough to not be resolved, you are quiet a fast learning babe'' He says and begins to dance a little faster. You keep dancing with him as the music continues.

He continues to yap about how he used to dance and freqent a speakeasy. He explained his favorite dances that were the tango and black bottom, tho he only used to dance black bottom when he was really canned. It was a relaxing thing to do when everything was about to go downhill. The dance bought you a nice, pleasant feeling of relaxation as you moved along with the demon. The conversation went on as you kept asking him questions about his time in the 20s. He didn't respond to all the questions but atleast you got an ''I love jazz and used to play it at the radio.'' and a ''I didn't have much time to dance and visit the speakeasy but when I did I was the floorflusher''

You didn't realise when the dance slowed down and when your head begun to rest against his shoulder but suddently the music stops and Alastor pinched your cheek again to bring you back to your senses.

''It was a delightful experience (your name), but as the others went to rest I realised you indeed should too. So, break it up and go to bunk. I need to take care of something first. Sleep well, my dear and thank you for the dance. It really brought back memories.'' Alastor laughs and kisses your hand, a thing he always used to do after finishing dancing, then walks away while you make your way to the stairs. You thank him quietly with a soft smile, feeling just a little tad better.

A dance, 20s style one can sometimes make you feel better and think about something else except the battle.

So, I don't really like how this turned out but uhm- yea....anyway I used a lot of slang from the 20s because I imagine Alastor would most likely knew the slang I mean..he is a radio host.

I kind of rushed the end because I really didn't know how to end it plus it's late and I literally want to sleep so bad (My sleep schedule is really fucked up).

Hope you enjoyed it tho, I liked to reserch the slang.

Thank you for requesting, darling.

[lilacgaby]

03 | serenity

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he came home with a stupid smile on his face that would not go away.

his every interaction with her would make him smile, she just made him so happy. for so many years just because of her presence in a book she made him smile, having her here now was unreal to him.

because of her, he showed off even more in class. he pushed himself even harder than before just to show off how cool he could be.

she had only been there for about two days now, but she was settling in so perfectly.

she fit right in with the girls, who had quickly realized that [name]'s life in 'serenity' was a sore subject that should be avoided. while [name] didn't have a quirk, because of her fresh perspective on the whole thing, she came up with helpful ideas to help not only the hero course, but general studies as well.

she caught up to the class fast in their academic studies as well, even though aizawa said she could've opted out, she seemed determined to fit in.

she was living up to her reputation in the manga perfectly, but overall she'd still hang with katsuki the most, which he couldn't lie: filled him with pride.

they were back in his dorm again today, playing a board game, the game of life. since nobody really knew who'd win until the end, it was a fun game to play.

"aw no! my babies don't even fit in the car! bye dog.."

"that's just fucked up."

"a mansion or a cabin! i'm picking the mansion, the fuck?"

"you can't afford it."

"...cabin it is."

"okay, i have to sing for you to get my bonus money so listen up.. ahem. okane kasegu, watashi wa sta--"

"stop and i'll pay you."

the game revealed a lot of things about the two of them. one, that katsuki, even though smart, was incredibly impulsive which would usually get the better of him. two, that megan thee stallion existed in serenity. three, that [name] was equally as impulsive, which would lead to her getting overwhelmed easily.

after counting up the money, [name] won. "thank god i won, did you see the amount of kids i had? i needed this win."

"yeah, child support would be beating your ass regardless. so, i think i got out of this the true winner."

"so cruel katsuki." she said, her hand over her heart.

"whatever. anyways, mr aizawa wanted us to go up to U-A again later. so prepare yourself for that."

"right!"

"[name].. can i ask you some shit? you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

she mulled it over. she had been avoiding talking about her world since she arrived, but she knew it'd have to happen eventually.

"yeah, go ahead."

"can you like.. see ghosts or something? because in the recent chapters-"

"yes i can." she cut him off before he sprang into his ramble.

"WHAT? the whole damn time? wow, you just spoiled it for me."

"you asked asshole! and yes i could since i started going to that school, i just never felt the need to mention it."

"can you see any ghosts here?"

"no."

katsuki let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and smiled in relief. "phew, i don't know what i'd do if some fuckfaced ghost was hanging around here."

"yeah, yeah. well, want a rematch?"

"oh you're in for it loser!"

after another successful win for [name] since she took the college route, she let katsuki clean up the game by himself, saying it was "a punishment fit for a loser."

they hung around until meeting aizawa at the appointed time.

they walked into the U-A classroom, this time nezu, allmight, and a couple lesser known heroes were in attendance.

"[name], bakugo, these are the heroes who are going to be on the lookout for that strange man from now on."

[name] bowed respectfully, and forced bakugo down into a bowing position too. "alright, let's begin then with what we know."

aizawa recapped what [name] and bakugo had accounted for that night, however, he had new details to share.

"we have done some digging on the villain, he's dubbed himself '2-D', and mostly commits petty crimes. the worst crime he committed was robbing a bank, where he was caught on camera controlling characters from a superhero comic to clear the way into a vault. if you'd all look at this footage here..."

aizawa played a video on the screen. it showed the same man who had attacked bakugo outside a bank. after a few minutes, he had thrown the book into the air and zapped it with his ability. the same poof that brought forth [name] was shown in the video, except something was different. the characters answered at his beck and call, destroying the quirk-proof glass and robbing the bank easily. the cover of the book was left blank as he used the characters to his will.

notably, once the robbery was finished, 2-D zapped them once again, and put them back into the book, as evident by the way the cover turned back to normal.

"now, this confirms something very important while also showing something quite confusing. 2-D seems to posses the ability to bring the characters back into whichever world he took them out of, which is great news for [name] here. however, why isn't [name] being controlled by 2-D?"

the heroes all looked around the room as they consulted eachother for their thoughts. however, none of them had clear answers or claims on what the cause could be.

"maybe it's because of the type of books he used? [name] is from a romance novel, she doesn't have a fighting ability." bakugo said.

the heroes pondered over it. "that seems like the most logical response for now. however, please all of you, keep a look out for 2-D, and bring them into custody alive and healthy. we need to get [name] home safely."

"thank you all, i apologize for all the trouble."

"no, no don't worry young [name]. we are heroes, this is what we're made for! ha ha ha!" all might said.

"ok.."

bakugo guided her out as they exited. "so, you happy? once they find that idiot you're out of here." he said, failing to hide his bitter  tone.

"well, no, i don't know what i feel now. being here, even for a short while, has been fun. and even when i do leave, ill miss you all. so, cheer up katsuki, it's not like im gone yet."

"right, you're still here." he said, grabbing onto her hand."

"mhm. and when i leave you'll probably be there right?"

"right."

"so, stop being a loser and cheer up! let's go get food together again though, i'm starved."

"right, did you like the place last time?"

"yes! aww, maybe we'll look like a real couple today too."

"cut it out!"

"come on katsuki, i know you like me, i saw all those figures--"

"please die." he said, letting go of her hand and storming off without her.

"wait, come back! i was half-joking! i'm sorry!"

they had eaten at the same spot as they did before, and even managed to get a free couple dessert. katsuki flushed at how embarrassing it was that they shared a heart shaped straw, but he secretly.. was enjoying it.

after they finished up there, he took [name] to the manga shop to show her just how popular she really was. posters, art books, pens, sketchbooks, pencil packs, and.. was that a body pillow? she was everywhere, it was as flattering as it was shocking.

"wow, i'm so famous, huh?"

"yep."

"why's there no books though?" she said, eyeing the empty shelves under the mountains of endless merch she had.

bakugo sighed. "they sell out quick."

"wow! i'm so cool!"

"don't let it get to your head." he said, flicking her forehead.

"ouch!"

when they finally left the store, they admired the sunset. they walked side by side down the path, this time [name] initiating the hand hold as they saw the view. but when she saw the glow of the sun sending its goodbyes, he saw her.

his hands moved before he could process it, softly cradling her face in between his pointer finger and thumb as he turned her gaze towards him.

"katsuki?"

"[name], i--"

he was cut off by his worst enemy. a love interest with such idiotic hair and an even worse personality type, as he ran up behind them and put a hand on [name]'s shoulders.

"[name]?"

bakugo released his gentle hold on her face as he glared holes in the guys head. as she turned, she finally realized who it was.

"...

shinto?"

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[hydropyro]

A Dinner Owed

Prologue

“Until we meet again, I wish thee every possible fortune. Health, wealth, love, and above all, problems worth solving.” The recently unretired God of Death said – a goblet of wine held aloft.

Raphael stood at the edge of the party, just outside the glow of the various torches. Milil had seen him and had given him a polite nod in greeting – returned respectfully by the devil across camp – but no other attention was drawn to him yet. He shifted his weight onto his right leg, leaning against the smooth bark of a deciduous tree as he eyed the merrymakers.

“To you.” Jergal toasted, a cheer rose, and everyone lifted their cups before drinking. Though the mingling continued, a few of the attendants began to depart.

First went the drow. Raphael was surprised that she had even attended in the first place. He had no interest in dealing with her directly but followed her work closely. When the Baenre child enacted her plans to collapse the hierarchy of Menzoberranzan, he knew that a feast of souls and of desperate, haughty drow nobles would await his ever-helpful hand.

The gith girl left soon after, proudly declaring that her war needed her swift return. Gith were renowned warriors but so easily brought to heel by their superiors that Vlaakith’s deceit had continued for centuries. Though the Prince of the Comet had made a great personal sacrifice in accepting ceremorphosis on himself, from what Raphael had heard, little Lae’zel was blazing a path through the Astral Sea on her own. Whatever her might, it would not be straightforward to dethrone the Lich Queen –

He kept close tabs on the warrior. When the time was most opportunous he may be inclined to reveal Gith’s location – still alive in Baator. And, once he ruled the Hells, who better to liaison with for her Great Mother’s freedom?

Next to depart was the wizard. Mystra had forgiven the poor sod – for now. Tabs were kept on him, too, though his occupation as a professor made him much easier to track. Raphael had little doubt that the fickle, cradle-robbing Goddess would tire of her twisted plaything, leaving Mr. Dekarios in desperate need of a savior with enough magic to feed the voracious orb in his chest. Conveniently, Raphael would be able to provide – given a reasonable trade.

Karlach and Wyll Ravengard, now dubbed the Blade of Avernus, would linger for as long as Jergal would allow. He did not need to keep track of them; rather, his troops had strict orders to stay well out of their warpath. They were a mild inconvenience now, and hopefully, they would gratefully fall into their place once Zariel was deposed. They would be welcome to stay in his Avernus if they chose to, but he would not tolerate their massacring his armies.

He had continued work in Baldur’s Gate as he had around the rest of Toril, still gathering souls. The Karsite Weave may not need them, but having the extra power at his force’s disposal was welcome. And, in keeping with his deal with the adventurers, the Crown stayed securely tucked away – still on his person, of course – but not in use when he did what he did best.

In his visits to the city over the few months following the resolution of the Absolute Crisis, he’d heard tell of a nighttime vigilante cutting down the criminals of the city left otherwise free to wreak havoc by the corrupt lawmakers.

The spawn would be getting his warm and fuzzy feelings by playing hero for a time – but Raphael need not put any effort into tracking his whereabouts or goings on. Eventually, likely sooner than most would wager, he would see Astarion again – when the vampireling sought him out in a bid for the sun. The longer he held out, the more likely it would be that Raphael could deliver – and deliver more completely – but of course, the price would also be higher as time wore on and the devil’s power grew. With the first violet hues painting the early morning sky, the night-bound spawn had taken his leave to retreat into the dark.

The Sharran turned Selunite was so low on his radar that she’d apparently left without his notice. Aside from her soul, she had little to offer the scheming devil, and given all she’d already put it through with Shar, he was sure she would be reluctant to wager it.  All he knew of her time post-Crisis was that she and her parents were traveling. As long as they didn’t get in his way, he had no further interest.

The former archdruid also left early despite being well into his cups. Raphael had not returned to Reithwyn since meeting with the band of heroes at Last Light and was truly looking forward to seeing how the land had changed.

Oh, how he had reveled in the perverted shadow over the land and in the many souls he had harvested from the despair it caused. But tragedy was not useful only when the tragedy was taking place. The resolution of tragedy could bear its own bounty of opportunities. The Shadow Curse had laid waste to the region for over a century – and like many wounds, the healing would take much longer than the infliction.

He did not know if the Harper leader would be there, as well, though she had left along with the other druid.

The lumbering Rashimi fighter was keeping the two infernally damned companions busy for the moment. Raphael was sure the hamster had spotted him across the clearing, though it seemed that the rodent had not made this knowledge known yet to the Rashimi nor the pair drinking merrily with him and dancing to Milil’s enchanting music.

This left Raphael’s true target on their own, sitting for the moment, their mind no doubt hazy in their celebratory imbibing. He started toward them, meeting eyes with Jergal, who impassively looked on for a moment, and rested a hand on Tav’s shoulder while taking the half-full goblet from their other hand. Still near the edge of the party space, the remaining companions had not noticed him.

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[roe-and-memory]

headcanons

hi tumblr ihave like three headcanons to share currently (there will be more soon i just need to see how well theyre taken, do we like headcanons on here??)

(based off of him not having headlights but how i perceive it humanized even though racecars cant have headlights in Real Life) lightning has light sensitivity issues with his vision . he cannot see. the sun is too bright sometimes and if its dark he will trip over one of the floorboards in docs house, no matter how many times hes walked this floor. (hes very prone to tripping Always but it just gets worse when its dark) (he has rips in the knees of every single pair of jeans he owns)

docs old sunglasses have his name lasered into the arm, lightning found them basically untouched in a box in docs garage. he pulls them out and starts using them when its too bright outside and doc has learned to just hand them over whenever lightning shows up like

2. lightning just. doesnt sleep ?? he is 100% an insomniac and his nightmares are to blame. he would rather work himself to exhaustion than willingly sleep at a normal time. cue him spending most nights out in the fields or at the junkyard with mater building things or whatever until mater is the one to be like ok im tired im going to bed and lightning is forced to go back home, climb back through his bedroom window, and stare at the ceiling until he passes out. he hates sleeping because every night, without fail, he has nightmares. vivid nightmares about whatever his brain can think of, and when he does sleep hes basically fighting his sheets for five hours because of these nightmares, and then he wakes up early and goes about his day as if he wasn't at war with literal demons 20 minutes ago.

doc knows about these nightmares, of course he does, he's a light sleeper and lightnings room is just across the hall, he's also completely aware that the kid sneaks out the window every night because, although lightning is quiet around the house, he is not too graceful when hes attempting to climb out the window -- he's fallen into the bush beneath it countless times.

because of this, doc has tried everything to help him with the nightmare issue, from melatonin to getting him to just write down whatever he was dreaming about to show himself it wasnt real, and absolutely none of it worked. in fact, melatonin seemed to make it worse, and doc gave up there.

3. doc wears a silver "wedding" band. he's not married, in fact he's never been interested in having a partner or getting married at all (i dub thee aroace) but when he was younger he was certainly eye candy for girls at the racetrack and they fawned over him like nobodies business. he comes up with the great idea to get a silver ring and lie, he makes up some tragic backstory to tell whenever a woman asks him why he has a ring or who the lucky person is, and it makes them back of pretty quickly. in reality, the ring is made from a small wheel bearing, and smokey made it for him when he asked because he thought it was funny as hell and was like yes sure but pls make it sound ridiculous . and dont ever tell the same story twice. confuse them.

word gets around and he's told multiple different stories so everyone is confused, but if someone questions him he just gives them a Look and they shut up about it.

even after his crash and his inevitable leave from the piston cup and thomasville, along with his change of address, he continued to wear the ring just in case he got recognized or something.. (it was for aesthetic reasons, he loves that ring its just his signature thing now)

ok... thats it for now, is this how things get formatted here??? do we Like this???

[monstrousvoice]

Royal Treatment

A/N: I wrote this for a Discord server and someone said it was good enough for posting so…here you go.

Tags: Smut, Spanking, Light Bondage, BDSM,, Dom-Sub, Dub-Con, Consensual Non-Consent, Kidnapping, Drug Induced Knock-out, Playing a Scene, everything is consensual I swear, Female Tarnished

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You're sneaking around the castle of Lyndell when it happens. Margit the Fell, who you now know is the King, finds you. 

It was unexpected, you didn't know he had been watching you the entire time. In a quick flurry of attacks you were disarmed and a potion of sleeping draught was broken at your feet. The cool mist seemed to seep into your very bones, making you drowsy and desperate for sleep. You collapse, but don't hit the floor. The last thing your mind registers is the Fell Omen of Lyndell staring down at you.

When you awaken, you're staring at the stone floor. Your joints ache and you feel weary, the aftereffects of breathing in so much sleeping draught. As the pounding in your head clears you look up, taking in your surroundings. 

First thing you notice is the cool air on your backside. You're naked, head to toe, not a scrap of clothing to preserve your modesty.

Second, the surface you rest on is actually a rack, one your wrists and ankles are tied firmly to. Even if you were at full strength, you wouldn't be able to break through the binds. Said binds have been chosen carefully, clearly. Leather straps that hold you in place but don't dig roughly into your skin. 

If you're a prisoner, why would your captor make sure you were safely tied up for no injury...?

And finally, the room you find yourself in is not your typical prisoner cell or torture room. The walls and floor are pristine, no remnants of blood, no corpses left to rot. The smell of calming perfume tickles your nose. A fireplace, a genuine hearth like you've only seen in the Roundtable Hold, sits in the corner and cackles with flame. Everything is bathed in warm golden light and despite your nakedness you don't feel cold. Just pleasantly cool.

It would be enough to lull you into a false sense of security were it not for the objects lining the walls. Shadows from the fire dance and twist their shape, and fear pools like ice in your belly as you stare at what looks like instruments of torture. 

Some you recognize immediately. A wooden paddle, a leather whip and flock. Different types of shackles for your captor (and now torturer, you're certain) to move you into different positions and shapes. Some of the objects are just...so odd looking.

Some look...you blush and chastise yourself for thinking something so lewd, but they look...phallic? 

Rising panic makes you yank at your bonds with more force, and you cringe at the loud clatter of leather and metal against wood. You need to get away, you need to get out of here- 

The creak of a door opening behind you makes you freeze. Muscles tense and heartbeat in your throat, you crane your neck to look over your shoulder.

Margit the Fell stands, his arms folded across his chest. If you weren't so terrified you would have admired the flex of his muscles, the way his thick pectorals are pushed together by his strong arms. His golden gaze looks heated in the glow of the fire.

"M-Margit?" You whimper. "Please...please whatever you have planned, please don't do it, I swear I-"

"Quite a lovely sight, little Tarnished. A wonder thou does not walk around the Lands Between in such a state." He cuts you off, as if he doesn't even hear your pathetic pleas.

"W-wha-?" Your eyes dart down, and in reflex you try to clamp your thighs closed, only now realizing that with your tied position, everything is on display to the Omen.

Your shackles clatter and hold tight, keeping your legs forced open. You squeal in mortification, tears pricking your eyes at being in such an embarrassing position.

"Calm thyself, Tarnished. I took great care in choosing bonds that would not hurt thee, but too much struggle and thee may do so anyways."

You bow your head, wishing that you could simply disappear. 

He can see. 

He can see your shame, your lewdness. See how wet you are from simply being tied up.

You can't let him know, you can't-!

How did he even know!? How did he know that you would be in the castle? That you fantasized about this exact scenario on your journey through the land? Was he watching you the whole time?

Did he...did he see you at night? Hiding away in your camp near Grace, whispering his name and plunging your fingers into your dripping cunt? 

What would he do with you now? You were helpless, tied down with your only exit being blocked by the very being making your most shameful fantasies a reality.

"I-I don't know what you want with me-please-!"

"Tis no use little Tarnished. I can smell thee." Your neck snaps up, trying in vain to face him again. "...Yes, I can smell thy scent, that sweet coiling spice of heat and arousal..." 

"N-no-!" You whimper, wiggling against the table as molten heat, the kind he smells you now know, pooling in your lower belly. You can feel your cunt leak at his words, at the sound of his lower timbre of a voice.

He laughs at you, a deep chuckle that you can feel vibrate through you to your very core. It makes your opening clench, and you bite your lip hard to keep from making more noise.

The heavy thud of his feet along the stone floor echoes in your ears. With no warning, massive scarred hands grip your thighs, the curve of your ass resting just above them. You squeak in shock at his touch, jerking your hips forward out of instinct.

"Don't move away from me, Tarnished." He growls. 

"P-please-" He ignores you. You feel his thumbs, each one longer than your palm and as thick as two of your own fingers, pull at you drooling slit.

Your lips open to him, muscles clenching and winking at him as you bury your face against the table and squeal. Your cream beads from your opening, making the skin shine with arousal, all for him to see.

"Ahh, such a lewd sight. A beautiful cunt thou has, my little Tarnished. Tight and wet. Desperate for a cock to fill it, hmm?" You don't say anything, not trusting your voice to work how you want it to.

Embarrassed beyond belief you jerk again, pulling your hips away from him. Immediately you know this was the wrong move. Margit huffs in frustration, his hands falling away from your skin.

"Tis thy wish to be difficult, hmm?" He growls, moving away from the rack. You peek up from the wood to watch him as he goes towards the many shelves holding the various devices you can't even imagine the use of. He goes for something simple, a durable leather flogger. 

You tense up again, eyes wide. He won't possibly-!

"Wait! Please, Margit I'll do whatever you ask, p-please not this-!"

"Silence. Or thee shall wear a gag the rest of the night." His eye pins you, and you whimper once more. "I would rather not have to use it. I want to hear thee scream my name by the end of the night."

Resigned to your fate, you give up. There is no changing his mind. He plans to use you, to play with you, to break you.

Make you his. 

And trying to fight it would be pointless.

"Now, thy squirming is adorable, but not when thy goal is to pull away from me. Punishment is needed for thee to learn thy proper place." You tense as he walks behind you once more, and flinch hard at the feel of the flogger gently laid against your backside. He simply lets it drape over you, again and again until your muscles relax on instinct at the feel of the leather.

"What should thy punishment be? Tis a first time offense against your Master, I understand that thee must learn first. We shall start small." His free hand joins the flogger on your ass, fingers gripping the flesh of your cheek hard.

"We shall go to ten. Thou shall count every strike, is this understood?" You tremble, nodding your head.

"Y-yes Sir...c-count to ten..." You whisper. 

"Good." He purrs.

And the first strike hits. 

You cry out, body tensing up all over again as pain ripples through the soft flesh of your ass. Your back arches, trying to pull away even knowing it would be useless. The entire right side of your ass feels like it's on fire. 

You fucking love it.

He switches the flogger to his other hand, using his right to grab the stinging flesh of your right cheek. Large fingers massage the area, diluting the pain and making your muscles unclench once again.

"O-o-one..." You croak.

The second strike somehow feels worse. Right against your left cheek, the flogger strikes true, and heat spreads to match the intensity you feel in the right side of your ass. You jump hard again, body rocking back and forth as it tries to make sense of this painful pleasure combo it's been hit with. As Margit's hand massages the area, your own hands turn and grip at your leather cuffs, pulling at the bindings for some sort of stability. 

"Tttt-two-!"

When the third hit strikes your right cheek, you scream.

"FFFF-FUCK-! T-THREE-!" Your voice sounds distant to your own ears, the blood pumping through your system making everything feel both heightened and dull.

You can feel your cunt clenching rapidly on nothing but empty air, slick gushing out of you and coating your thighs. You need...you need something, anything. Anything that the Omen behind you will give to you.

"Good job little Tarnished, thee are doing very well..." His voice rumbles. A burst of smug pride and bliss spreads through your whole body at his words.

Yes, you are doing good. You're taking Master's punishment and doing exactly as he commands...what a good pet you are~

Another strike of the flogger against your abused skin.

"G-grace give me str-streng...Fff-four..."

Margit rubs soothing circles into the flesh again, watching as you go lax to his touch. Your skin is already hot to the touch, welts forming over your skin. 

His cock is aching between his legs. It has already slipped out of his sheathe, the head leaking precum into a pool on the table between your feet. His knot was still tucked snuggly away inside, not yet swollen enough to come out. 

He wanted to see your ass ruined, the skin tender and sore as he rubbed his cock in between the meaty flesh before pounding away at your cunt. To hear you cry for him as his cock stretched you open and his hips slapped against your abused skin.

He needed to move this along.

You were starting to relax fully at his gentle touch, the sting in your butt slowly fading away. And suddenly in quick succession, two strikes hit you at the same time.

Your back arched again and you threw your head back, staring wide eyed at the ceiling in a silent scream as searing pain blossomed into hot pleasure that shot straight to your cunt. It spasmed hard, a gush of cream squirting out and soaking your legs and Margit's hips. 

You weren't sure if you just came, you didn't know. You could feel the release of tension from your pussy, waves of pleasure rolling over you from head to toe, but the heat in your belly remained. 

The need to feel something more was still there. 

The flogger was laid down next to you, both the Omen's hands kneading and massaging your abused ass this time.

"Nngghhh-fuhhh-fuck-...Fffive and...and s-sssix..."

You fell limp against the rack, tears in your eyes as your overstimulated body finally gave out. You let your tears fall, unashamed as your body squirmed and wiggled. You didn't know what you needed anymore, a rest? A cock, to be bred by your Omen Master? Did it even matter? 

What did anything matter when Master was here for you? He knew what you needed, he would take care of you.

"P-pleasssse...Master I...I need-..." You needed him, anything from him. His words were as soothing as his touch.

"Yes my little one, I know. First thee must finish the punishment. It shall be over soon, dear one. Just four more." 

You gave a choked sob. You didn't want to do four more! You wanted it to be over, you wanted him-!

"Thou is doing such a good job...such a good little pet for me." You heaved and panted, taking solace in that you were being good. You didn't want to do it, but you could. Your Master knew you could.

His hands moved lower towards your lips, spreading them once more to watch you unabashedly.

"Fuck...look at this pretty little cunt, pulsing for me...so wet." You heard him say as a single finger dipped into you. It didn't even press against your opening or your engorged clit before it was gone again, a sticky trail of moisture connecting it to you. The trail snapped under its own weight, the slick falling back onto your trembling thighs.

You heard Margit suck on his finger, tasting your cream on his tongue. You hoped he liked it.

"Let us continue."

The flogger was picked back up, the threads of leather trailing on the table in the corner of your eye. You took a deep breath, bowing your head and presenting your sore ass for more punishment. 

A strike on your right cheek, a cry from you. Tears leaked down your face as more pain bloomed under your skin. 

"S-seve-!" Your count is cut off as another strike makes its mark, and your body convulses. Your hips wiggle and hump empty air, your lungs feel empty as you try to breathe. 

"FFF-FUH-Fuuuckk...please, please, pleasepleaseplease-" You beg, unsure what you're asking for at this point. All you know is that you need this.

"What is our count little one?" Margit growls, his hands already kneading your flesh. You give a choked cry in response. 

"Tell me. Otherwise we shall have no choice but to start over." The threat has you shuddering and crying again and you force yourself to mumble with some coherency.

"Sevvven...a-ah-ahnd...e-eight...ooohh fuuhcck..." 

"Hmmm, good. We are on our last two little Tarnished." You feel his body press against you, his towering form easily able to press against the entirety of your back and bring his lips to your ear.

His hot breath fans against your skin, and you're overwhelmed with the urge to feel his tongue shoved forcefully down your throat. You can feel his cock, hard as steel pressing against you, his hips pushing burning pressure against your ass.

"Count these last two...and thy punishment is over..." He purrs, nipping your earlobe. You give a broken sob, tears running down to your neck.

You can't take two more...you can't. Your ass feels broken and sore, the skin burning like hot coals were under your skin. Your cunt felt so empty, you just wanted this to be over-!

Margit pulled away from you, standing to his full height once more. His hands give two quick gentle pats against your ass that has you squeaking in protest.

Not that it will earn you a break. The end of your punishment is here.

With a resounding 'WHACK' two more strikes are dealt to your bruising skin. You scream loud enough that if anyone is in the halls of wherever you're being held, they surely would have heard. Your hips buck and thrash as your skin throbs in time with your heartbeat. 

You look a mess, tears staining your cheeks as bruises stain the lower ones. Your thighs are coated in slick, your pussy throbbing for any kind of stimulation as the pain slowly fades and leaves pleasurable heat behind. 

You give a shuddering gasp when air finally returns to you, dropping your head against the wooden table below you as your muscles all go slack. 

"Nnnn-nine...t...ten..." 

Margit gives a low groan in his chest at the sight of you, his cock twitching. He doesn't give you a moment of reprieve, simply climbing up and settling himself down against your thighs. You don't protest or try to pull away from him, from your kidnapper, only laying still and watching him over your shoulder with hooded, tear filled eyes. 

He grabs his dick, pushing the head down towards your puffy pussy and pressing insistently against the tight hole.

"This will be a tight fit for thee...but I know my little Tarnished whore can handle it~" He smirks, meeting your gaze as he pushes inside. He wants to watch you as he breaks your cunt on his cock.

He watches as your eyes widen and roll to the back of your skull, your jaw dropping open in a silent cry. He bites his bottom lip, endeared by your cute reaction to taking him fully.

With the head snug inside he removes his hand, placing both on opposite sides of you to hold his weight. He shifts to be more comfortable above you before sinking further inside. You give the most adorable mewl at the feeling, your cunt giving a wet 'squelch' as he pushes deeper.

"I-ooohh fuhhck...sss-so deep...b-breaking me-" You gasp, your arms pulling futilely at your cuffs.

"Yes, that's right...this is my cunt now. Mine to use and break how I see fit...no one else." He growls.

You can feel him stretch you open, your muscles lax and sensitive as his fat cock pushes forcefully through. Your gummy walls spread until they can't any more, until his cock goes as deep as it can.

"Margiii-it...my-my womb-your cock is-! Fucking g-!" You can only squeal as he finally stops, his hips resting against your abused ass. His balls, swollen with cum and desperate for release, rest against your pussy, pushing against your blood engorged clit that hasn't gotten any attention this whole time.

He simply sits there for a moment, enjoying the way you pulse against him, the cute noises you keep making.

"Yes little Tarnished, tell me. Tell the world whose cock it is stretching thee so well...who thou belongs to..." His hands move to your back, massaging and pressing against the tense muscles. 

"Yes!! Yes-it's yooouuu-! Fuck, it's Margit the F-Fell Omen inside me! S-stretching my p-pussy so faarrr-!" You cry, shuddering.

A sudden wave of pleasure washes over you as you scream those words, bliss overtaking your mind. Your cunt squeezes down hard like a vice as you finally cum. You shake and shudder on his cock, drooling all over yourself as the intense pleasure makes you cry more.

"Fuck, there it is...My little one cumming for thy new Master...So good for me..." He moans. With sudden speed your body is not prepared for, Margit pulls out of your welcoming heat.

He thrusts back in immediately, setting a harsh and brutal pace that knocks the air from your lungs. Your pussy isn't able to keep up, just keeping a tight grip on the fat cock breeding it as wave of bliss after wave of bliss washes over you. Your first orgasm never truly ends…Or it does and is immediately followed by another one, your mind is too blank to tell. Your toes curl and your back arches to keep your ass up and open for the pounding you receive.

Your ass stings with every thrust, sharp jolts of pain that mingle with the pleasure you feel. Margit's fat sack slaps against your clit with every thrust. Your body is trapped in an endless loop of pleasure. You can't do anything except lay there and accept that this is your place now.

Your mind slowly fades, washed away by pleasure and joy as you give everything up to your Master. 

Margit watches, entranced by your whimpers and tears as you take him, your body being molded to be his perfect little mate to breed and fill with his thick cum. 

He keeps thrusting, holding off on the urge to push his knot inside for as long as he can. He never wants this feeling to end. Your tight heat pulsing around him, opening up to him, welcoming him inside. 

His eye looks down at the hypnotic sight of his cock disappearing inside you. Puffy cunt lips spread wide and stands of sticky cream that break and conjoin with every one of his thrusts. His cock is coated in the stuff, the pink skin covered in creamy white with every thrust.

It's too much, his body feeling on edge after your punishment. He feels his knot grow, finally slipping out of his sheath to press against your too small hole. 

He'll make it fit.

His hands move down from your shoulders to your ass once more, thumbs hooking against your wet lips to spread them further. It gives him a wonderful view as his knot presses against you, being pushed back out from the tightness before finally-!

With a shuddering groan from deep in his chest, he watches as the knot slips past the tight ring of your cunt and inside. He bows over your prone form, teeth biting into the soft skin of your neck as his hips press deep inside.

Your only reaction is to coo and cum again, head laying limp against the wooden table as Margit takes what he needs from you.

Pump after pump of thick, creamy cum is unloaded inside you, filling your waiting and abused womb. A small bump immediately forms in your abdomen as you’re flooded full. You can feel the liquid slosh back towards your opening, trying to find a way out as you're filled to the absolute limit. Margit's knot does its job, keeping you plugged even as he absentmindedly grinds against your ass for more pleasure.

He's lost in his own mind, huffing and grunting above you, teeth still in your skin as his eye slips closed. It feels so good...pumping you full of his seed, making you his. 

You'll never belong to another. Never.

Your body is made for him, made for his cum, for his future pups, for wherever he needs. 

You let out one final moan of his name, a plea and a promise, before you fall completely limp against the rack, mind unconscious.

                                                 ~~~~~

When you come to, you're no longer in the cell. 

You lay on a soft luxurious bed, wrapped up in silk sheets. The curtains are drawn but the ever present glow of the Erdtree seeps through and gives the room a soft glow. 

Margit sits at his desk, bifocals on his nose as he looks over paperwork. At your shifting, he looks to you.

He smiles and stands, taking his bifocals off and laying them on his desk. He makes his way over to you, and grabs a glass of water off the nightstand you didn't notice.

"Drink. Ye need it." You do as he says, and find he's right. Your throat is sore and tender after all that screaming.

"Ye should have told me it was becoming too much. It was thou's idea to have a safe word for such situations." With a small cough, you clear your throat.

"Yes-...Hrmm, yes. But I didn't want you to stop, love. It was amazing~" You coo. You look at your wrists, and then show them to him.

"And look! No scrapes or cuts! I told you leather cuffs would work just fine!" You smile, taking his hand in yours. The Omen sighs through his nose, sitting down on the mattress next to you. His tail rises and falls in slight agitation, showing his anxious thoughts,

"I worry that I will hurt ye too much someday..." Your expression goes soft, and you bring his hand up to press a gentle kiss to his palm.

"I know you won't. That was wonderful and I loved every moment of it." He looks more reassured by your words, but the doubt is still there. You think for a moment before speaking.

"How about we talk a little more about this and I can tell you how much I loved it? We can have dinner here! I...can't exactly walk, heehee~" You giggle. Morgott smiles, a small quirk of his lips, and nods.

"I shall have the servants bring something up for ye."

"And you too! You need to eat with me." You insist. He pauses for a moment, then bows his head to you.

"Whatever my mate wishes."

[peppeppu]

I made Kenta Kosaku when I was 16 because I wanted to join a MHA RP group on DeviantArt. He’s probably the first(?) serious OC I ever thought of. Fr I took his hand and YANKED him out of my sketchbook and posted him online to be perceived (which is quite scary). I had a lot of illustrations of him, although now all of that old stuff has been archived and can’t be seen publicly. I’m grateful that my old RP applications and art haven’t disappeared forever when my laptop blew up into smithereens on that fateful day of 09/03/2021. Couldn’t save all the files unfortunately, but at least I’ve got a few saved. But hey! At least I can still draw, and I’m here now to info-dump, rant about, and post updates of my characters.

If I post different versions of Kenta (and other OCs) later on, just treat them as AU variants (I don’t believe there’s a true/canon universe for my OCs; I like to drop them in whatever world and see what happens. It’s exciting that way!).

With Kenta specifically, I like to follow a certain pattern when putting him in different, fictional universes. It helps me to keep his overall character consistent if I use and have him interact with different peoples’ OCs. So with that said, I basically made Kenta to be the kind of character who’s part of the common crowd, desperately wanting to be somebody else. And who’s that “somebody else”? Depends on the setting :]

…Urgh, there’s so much to talk about. Where do I even start? Maybe a brief character intro/history to this AU of Kenta? I LOVE talking about OCs (both mine and others’. Actually, it wouldn’t be a bad idea if I also info-dumped the ships my OCs are/were in… hmm. //writes it down).

For the MHA RP group, it would’ve been easy to make Kenta quirkless (being born with no superpower) and have him seek out a way to obtain a quirk through false means, or just pretend like he has a quirk— but in reality, he’s just a normie. But according to the actual MHA world (since the RP group was heavily based on the canonicity of the manga/anime series), it's a fact that around 80% of the population are born with a quirk. Thus in this universe, Kenta did have a quirk… I just made it a very useless one LOL.

Thinking back on it now, it’s so stupid I don’t know why I came up with this HAHAHA. But it’s an immobilizing quirk that only works if his lips make contact on another person’s bare skin (I dubbed it thee… “Petrifying Kiss”). I don’t think the user gets stunned for long either; when I’m trying to imagine this quirk in a combat scenario… it genuinely sucks. Like, all it would take is for the other person to be covered head-to-toe in their hero/villain suit, and Kenta would have no way to stun them. However, it was 100% my intention to give him a forgettable, pointless quirk. Tbh it doesn’t have to be the one I chose, I could easily replace the one he had with another quirk as equally worthless and laughable.

Like, if you had a cool quirk, you could totally show it off right? For Kenta, he had no chance of doing that. So he would often be ignored at school. Maybe at first his classmates made fun of him for having a stupid quirk, but over the years the jokes would get old pretty quickly. Even his parents pitied him? But they probably didn’t do much to help him feel better about his own quirk, nor did they try to get involved in their son’s life. So, he’s very much emotionally neglected. I believe I wrote down somewhere about his history (it was required by the group to have it in your character application) that his quirk was a combination of both his mother’s Recovery quirk (like Chiyo Shuzenji’s Heal quirk) and his father’s Immobilization quirk. On the night when Kenta’s quirk developed (he was around 4-yrs-old), he accidentally immobilized his mother when giving her a good-night kiss on the cheek. Even though the effect is short-lasting, it’s pretty unfortunate :[

Before Kenta had developed his quirk, he pretty much lived out a normal childhood. His future still undetermined with the lack of a quirk, his parents have always hoped that he’d either join his mom in ailing sick patients at the hospital (inheriting a similar Recovery quirk) or become a hero like his father (he’s no big-shot; probably works at a hero agency under a pro-hero). Sadly with the reveal of his dumb kiss quirk— discussing further more onto what Kenta can and can’t do— his parents deemed it was considered useless now to raise him into someone they hoped he’d grow up to. Ever since then, he was pretty much ignored in the household, failing to live up to his parents’ expectations. So where and how is he going to get the love and attention that he oh-so desperately wants?

When the teasing at school stopped, it left Kenta with a strange sort of emptiness inside his heart. He had gotten used to the teasing so much that he used it as a coping mechanism to remind that he still “existed.” Without the attention from his parents and peers, he did whatever he could to get it all back. As a result, this led to a series of him changing his appearance drastically multiple times, and a sudden shift in his personality. He started acting out during school and at home too— anything he could do to get a reaction out of those around him.

Oh, remember when I previously mentioned how I “follow a certain pattern” with Kenta’s character? Ideally, I want there to be some sort of “canon event” that takes place in his life (no matter the universe/setting) that marks the turning point of what makes him the way he is (as in, the design of Kenta that you currently see right now. Yes, he didn’t always have pink hair. It’s all hair dye). So for this group, I’ve had Kenta overhear his classmates about a big villain attack that had occurred over where U.A. High School was. Witnessing the non-stop chatter about villains from his peers is what gave Kenta the idea to become a villain himself. He then made a promise to the world that he’ll become somebody unforgettable.

“But wait,” you think to yourself. How the hell is he a villain? He doesn’t look menacing? He looks hella goofy instead. His hair even looks like a pink poop emoji. Well, let me tell ya another sad truth… he sucks at being a villain LOL. This dude’s threat level is unbelievably low, like I can joke that his worst crime would actually be stealing candy from a baby. He’s just a nuisance to the neighborhood, and likes to grab the attention of licensed heroes from time to time. Like “Ooh, LOOK! I’m looiiitering! :D” and the heroes would simply smack their foreheads and shake their heads. So far in the RP group I had him in, the numerous things he got to do were pestering a tech repair shop employee, somehow crashing into events he was never given an invite to, annoying the new incoming U.A. students (who were all other peoples’ OCs), and briefly bumping into other villains (who also were peoples’ OCs! Yeah, the group accepted both student AND villain characters. Which I think was pretty cool).

It’s unfortunate that I decided to leave the group at some point (other people left too). There was an issue in regards to the group somehow staying in “limbo mode” for a long time, and a LOT of good roleplay logs that people have accumulated were suddenly not considered part of the group’s canon lore anymore. So essentially, everyone had to “start over” with their characters not knowing each other and having to re-introduce them again. It felt a bit of time wasted, but I was mainly sad that any character development/friendships Kenta had gained along the way was now tossed to the side.

But enough about the group, I’m here to talk about my son :] I think this post was a nice introduction to this version of Kenta (I’m sorry if I jumped through topics pretty quickly, my writing will get better I promise). Soon enough, you'll get to see the Jabberwock Isle version of him.

Next couple of posts I’ll either talk more about his design + personality in-depth, or perhaps start doodling other characters I have in mind...

Note: Originally I was going to upload like, 9 files all in a single post but I miiight just go with posting things in short bursts because

I worry that having LONG text posts might look daunting.

I’ve been patient enough and I REALLY want to start posting art on Tumblr like a lot more.

That's all for now :]

[kickingitwithkirk]

Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum-Punishment

Pairing: Boyking!Sam x Reader x KnightofHell!Dean

Word Count: 2025

Warnings: **not a dark fic but has elements.: dub/con-non/con p/v sex, restraints, verbal/fighting, hentai elements

Squares filled: @spnkinkbb RubySam @anyfandomdarkbingo Amputation

A/N: references from Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum

This story set years after stand-alone: Always with the Scissors

The hallway briefly reverberated to the sounds of Zeppelin when a set of heavy, ornate doors opened, admitting the Queen Consort of Hell. 

The sound system cuts off as she crosses the anterior area to the bedchamber, where she flung herself face down onto the oversized bed in frustration.

“Something vexes thee?” The whiskey-roughened voice of the Queen’s fraternal polyandry consort inquired, and she lifted her head, seeing black instead of green eyes.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!” He soundly smacks the naked female demon riding his cock bare thigh, leaving a vivid red handprint, and orders her to turn around.

The Queen Consort shifts to observe the demon, hands bound in a pair of binding cuffs behind her back, awkwardly maneuvering around on the mattress and into reverse cowgirl whimpers. 

“What did I say about no noise!” 

The Knight of Hell’s voice vibrates in staccato and abruptly sits up, grabs his current sex toys braided hair in one hand, yanks the demon into a painful arch while gripping his engorged member, glistening with their combined fluids, and notch his cockhead between her swollen pussylips forcibly slides her back down onto his shaft then shoves her head down to touch the mattress between his bowed legs again reclines in repose against the bed’s pillows.

The demon quietly straightens up and resumes bouncing. 

The Queen watched her consort close his black eyes, breath puffing out from between his slightly parted, succulent lips as his toned muscles flex periodically under the slight softness of his stomach in response to the hot, slick, velvety channel intermittently clenching around him.

The Queen Consort briefly flicked her eyes back to the demon who was striving to hold off orgasming until permitted, closed hers, listening to the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and occasional squelch, felt herself becoming aroused, rubbing her thighs together, desiring friction felt his hand sliding in between, his thick fingers stroking over her mound.

 “I can smell how wet you are,” that made her reopen her eyes, watching his shift to their sultry chartreuse. “I wanna taste your sweetness,” Dean runs his tongue slowly over his plump lips, wetting them to emphasize how much he wants her riding his face. 

The Queen Consort removes the Knights hand, slides off the bed, and exits without a backward glance.

“All right, meetings over..everybody out!” 

Several members of Boykings council jumped in their seats, spinning to see the Knights Of Hell standing in the doorway with black eyes and red flannel-clad arms crossed, conveying he was not joking. 

They nervously turn back to his elegantly dressed brother seated at the head of the table, reading the document in his hands.

 “We are in the middle of something. Whatever it is can wait.”

“No.”

The Boyking’s kaleidoscope eyes focused on his older sibling. 

Dean could be a pain in the ass on a good day, but today wasn’t a good day, and Sam was not in the mood to deal with him.

“What was that you said?”

“You heard me..”

“..come back later.”

“No.”

Except for the set of his shoulders conveying his annoyance, the Boyking sat expressionless, allowing his vantage point to notice the visible outline of his brother's substantial cock straining against the jeans material. He was now curious as to why.

“Fine, state your business.” 

“That’s the problem.”

“What problem?”

“Family Business.”

The Boyking blinked, not following his knight's train of thought. What did Family Business have to do with this?

 “Dean, I don’t have time to decipher your nonsense.”

The Knight walked to the table, placing his hands on the edge and leaning forward, “Fallen can into my room.”

“Dean.”

 “Where I was breaking in my latest toy..”

“..Dean.”

 “Turned down fun time, and we both know how much Fallen loves..”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEAN!!!” 

Sam’s eyes transformed into glistening onyx as his chair flew backward, shattering upon the stone wall in a fury created by his brothers' flagrant disregard of his mandate that what happened in private stayed private, mimics Dean's stance.

The council members didn’t so much as twitch an eyelash, knowing that drawing either Winchester's attention would result in their demise. They were finally ordered to leave and, as silently as possible, gathered their items and escaped the oncoming storm.

“Crowley,” the former King of Hell stops, “finish going over those details we discussed, and any discrepancies you find, notify me immediately.” 

“Of course, Sam,” the contract-savvy demon replied, smirking, “Squirrel,” and departs.

“Now that you have my undivided attention, we’ll finish this discussion privately.” Pushing off the table, Sam walked passed his brother, knowing he’d follow.

The word spread fast among the Citadels residents when there was trouble between the Winchesters, not a damned soul was to be found in its vast hallways. 

Dean threw himself on the oversized leather couch as Sam crossed to a tall cabinet pressing on an ornately carved panel, opened a hidden compartment, pulled out a crystal decanter, and, after pouring two fingers of a liquid into a matching tumbler, moved to stand before the lit fireplace still fuming. 

“You interrupted a congress that has been in progress since I acquired my Consort.”

Dean gets up, “I don’t think our Consort, the Queen Of Heaven, Hell, and Earth, would appreciate being referred to as acquired like one of those goddamn dusty tomes you still collect.” Snatching the glass from his brother swallows half its contents in one go.

 “And for the record, you got to give her a name, not me. So as I see it, since she favors both of us in sexual congress, I’m entitled to call her whatever I want.” 

“You named her after a fucking Jessica Drake porno!”

“You know Jessica Drake’s stuff?” 

“You damn well know I watch porn too!” Sam huffed, “figured you’d pick something more like what was her name? The one you nailed from those Casa Erotica videos.”

Dean bites on his full bottom lip remembering the Good Faith Church’s APU chastity counselor Suzy Lee and ex-porn star Carmelita.

“Even if Y/N permits it, it still doesn’t give you the right to call her that publicly.”

Dean smirked, “So what’s it to be, Sammy? Cutting out my tongue or,” running a finger across his throat, making a wet noise.

“One day, I might have to.”

That stopped the smartass retort forming on the Knights lips watched Sam's broad shoulders sag before softly inquiring, “Remember how I was before her?”

Dean threw back the rest of the drink, recollecting his brothers' suffering.

Their existence in the Underlands progressed from months to years to decades; they found the Knight couldn’t replenish his superior blood fast enough, forcing Sam too, once again, resort to feeding from inferior demons during the in-between times. 

Dean even briefly flirted with bringing Ruby back from the Empty for his brothers' exclusive use in whatever manner of choosing but scrapped the idea after observing Sam’s increased feeding leading to his excessive overindulgence in pussy and, much to his displeasure, others' cocks. 

It began a cycle of spiraling the Boyking into physical pain and melancholy and knowing Ruby, the demon, would manipulate him for gains like before.

 “Yeah, Sammy, I remember,” he replies in such a quiet tone his brother pauses before switching back to the initial reason his anger kindled.

 “I guess I can’t keep this a secret from you anymore. That meeting you interrupted was the latest counsel referendum about options to fortify our defenses.”

“Fortifi..what the fucks going on, Sam?”

“Cas received a message from Joshua warning Heaven's incursion is imminent.”

“We have an ironclad deal with those dicks to stay outta each other's realms!”

“When we were in that prison realm, Y/N indicated there was a chance that the Angels would interpret removing her as a sign.”

“A sign of what?”

 “God wants her restored upon all the thrones.” 

 “You brought her here knowing that and said nothing?!”  Dean twists his free hand into his short hair, a leftover trait from his human days, indicating he’s freaking the fuck out. 

“That wasn’t a referendum, Sam, it was a Greek Referendum…and you’re taking the rest of us down with you!!” He barked in a tone that once would have brought his kid brother to a heel then Dean's expression shifted to trepidation.

 “Did Joshua say how much time we have before those dicks attack?” The Boyking started to divulge when, “Holdup, did he say anything about Chuck coming back?”

“Chuck never left, and some time ago, someone resumed publishing his new writing...” 

“All this goddamn time, you knew and said nothing!” Dean's eyes flared black and threw the empty tumbler into the fireplace hearth, followed by a swing toward Sam's jaw, but it ended up quashed when a sensation flairs deep within, doubling the Knight over, and falls to his knees. 

“You never learn.” 

Dean peered up as Sam loomed over him with his imposing stature, and his eyes changed, not into the common onyx or the occasional yellow, denoting his actual status.

Instead, they transitioned into an ethereal luminosity. 

“You’ve gotten away with things not because you’re a Knight of Hell but my brother,” Sam sighed, “but today you undermined my authority in front of the entire counsel because you never could shut the fuck up!”

The Boykings' attention transferred as the Queen Consort entered the chambers and glanced at the kneeling Knight moves to stand beside Sam, tipped her head back eyes fixated on him. 

Sam cups his Consorts jaw, and leaned over, gently kissing her before responding to her inquiry, “Yes, it’s time.”  

Y/N walked backward, motioning for Sam to follow began removing her clothes, and smiled as he stripped off his jacket and began unbuttoning the shirt. 

“Dean, do you remember the last time we punished you for insubordination?" Sam glanced back and saw his brother's cock once again straining against the material of his jeans. "How we bound you, used you as nothing but a toy for our pleasure? Then Y/N inserted something that kept you orgasming.” 

Dean closed his eyes at the memories and felt the sensation that’d dropped him morph into that long-ago pleasure. Groaning, he groped for the zipper and, in frustration, ripped his jeans open, freeing his turgid cock starts stripping wire.

“Guess you’ve figured out she didn’t remove it,” Dean's eyes snapped open and saw Sam, lying naked on an oversized chaise chair with Y/N leaning back on his chest, legs splayed over his playing with her dripping pussy, stripped his cock faster, “Or what it's intended for.” 

Pausing his self-pleasure watched his brothers vast hands wrap around his consorts' hips and her face contorts into painful pleasure as he roughly fucks his substantial cock into her cunt repeatedly, using her as nothing more than a fleshlight rasped...

“If you’d have just done as asked Dean, freely consume her grace, wouldn’t have had to resort to this.”

The Knight's hand froze as his brother's words penetrated his pleasure-clouded mind, “What’d you do?”

“It’s the only way to get you to join us.” 

The Knight, hearing the Consorts ethereal voice after years of silence, watched her double-tap Sam’s hand, and he slowed his thrusting into a gentle rolling motion. 

“That drink was..wasn’t only alcohol,” she stumbled over her words as the Boykings' long fingers teased her clit, keeping her on edge, “infused with my grace to act..activate the Ovi in you...”

“THE WHAT IN ME?!”

”You inspired the idea, your erotic anime thing, which led her into hentai,” Sam says, “and Plan B.”

“Plan B?”

“That Ovi she implanted contains an undiluted dose of her grace,” Sam sighed, ”If you’d only supped from each other, it would’ve been...”

“Would’ve been what, Sammy?”

“When the casing finish’s deteriorating, your body will absorb her Grace which won’t be pleasant, be far worse than the Demon Curing Ritual.” His brothers' countenance pitched darker than the Empty, “But I’ll do anything to keep those feathery dicks outta here.” 

The Boyking snapped his fingers, and a clear, squishy orb encapsulated the Knight felt his consorts' confusion answers..

“You’re the one who inquired about vores.”

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx  @lyarr24  @flamencodiva  @b3autyfuldisast3r @lassie-bird @nancymcl  @spnbaby-67  @leigh70

Sam/Jared:  @idreamofplaid

Dean/Jensen:  @thoughts-and-funnies  @stoneyggirl2  @akshi8278  @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl @siospins2

[hyunsvngs]

okokok help istg i cant find this fic anywhere so im coming to u for help- its like this fic with reader and minho and they're in this cutesy little friendshp situation or smth. y/n or mc or whatever has a WET dream about lee know and she wakes up and hes all like 'nightmare?'. and then y/n is like yeah but u were my knight in shining armour then it gets all 🔥.

also could i be 🐸 anon (if its not taken)?

(have a nice day!!!!!! or night. or like- u get my point-)

UGH FUCK i'm sure i know this fic but i can't remember it. does anyone know ?

ALSO froogie is not taken which im surprised about but i now dub thee froogie

[alaydabug2]

Yeah so I got this when I was at dpa for 4h before unraveled was announced

Then of course the poll for which animal Keefe would befriend

I am now dubbing thee Foxfire 😆

Until unraveled comes out then I'll probably rename it to that but whatever

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

✨the Wild West🤠✨

Angel: WHATUP BITCHES

Babe: YOOOOO

Sam: why hello to you too?

Sweetheart: heyyyy

Angel: guys guys guys guys

Angel: like the wonderful creative one of a kind person I am I came up w an ✨idea✨

Sam: oh no

Babe: OH YES

Sweetheart: oh?

Angel: ima pretend yall all got babes enthusiasm BUT ANYWAY

Angel: hear me out

Sweetheart: I’m scared

Sam: join the club

Angel: we get nicknames for the gc?!!!!!

Sam: that’s actually not that bad

Babe: YESSS

Sweetheart: that’s what you think

Angel: ok but I get to pick bc I’m the talented one and I made this group chat🤭😌

Sam: there it is

Angel: since you questioned my judgment ur going FIRST

Sam: oh no

[angel has changed sams name to brokeback mountain]

Brokeback Mountain: Angel why are you like this?

Angel: MWAHAHAHAHAH

sweetheart: y’all i laughed and my boss looked at me weird💀

Babe: OMG ME NEXT

Brokeback Mountain: whyy are you encouraging this?

Babe: bc it’s fun🙄

Angel: like jeez old man get w the program🙄

Sweetheart: PFF-

Brokeback Mountain: do your name changes or whatever before I get darlin to beat your ass.

Angel: like you was beating theirs in but OH YEA

Sweetheart: nah💀

Angel: BABE

Angel: I NOW DUB THEE

[angel has changed babes name to trainer]

Trainer: what does that even mean babes😭

Angel: w all the collars u be putting on that dog of urs…

Brokeback Mountain: Oh my lord🙄

Trainer: YOU RIGHT YOU RIGHT💪🏻😚

Sweetheart: nah cause that’s clever as shit💀

Sweetheart: does your head hurt after using your brain?

Angel: haha very funny

Angel: just you wait for you

Angel: speaking of which…

[angel has changed sweethearts name to invisa-bitch]

Invisa-bitch: ok I actually like that lol

Brokeback Mountain: lucky

Angel: AND NOW

Angel: FOR THE MOMENT OF TRUTH

Angel: DRUM ROLLLLL

[angel has changed angels name to mini alpha👑]

Mini alpha👑: best for last😌

Invisa-bitch: wooooooowwwwwwe

Trainer: so chic

Mini alpha👑: ikr🥶🥶🥶🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️💅💅💅

Brokeback Mountain: this has got to be bullying

Brokeback Mountain: I’m going to bed

Mini alpha👑: goodbye grandpa🥺🥺

Trainer: sleep well pawpaw🥺🥺

Invisa-bitch: sleep well Sam

Brokeback Mountain: thank you SWEETHEART.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi Cas :) was wondering if you would be able to offer any of your wisdom (or really just read my ask, I think I just kind of need to get it out, please don’t feel pressured to reply).

So my issue is that I think I might have a crush on my best friend. We are both nearly 15 and both female, which is where the bulk of the problem arises. I’ve been suspecting for a few years now that I’m probably queer, and probably bi or pan (not really going with a label right now, I’m not out so I see no reason to, but I’ve also just been sort of pushing it to the back of my mind).

Ive known my best friend since we first started school together in our first year of school, and I know she’d be supportive of me if I came out to her. But lately whenever she’s been talking about some guy or wanting to get a boyfriend or whatever I’ve been weirdly jealous, and once or twice I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to kiss her. To put it simply: if she asked me on a date, I probably wouldn’t say no.

I feel really terrible about this and want to tell her, but know it would completely compromise our friendship, and I really don’t want to do that. I also feel like I really shouldn’t like her, like I’m commuting some social crime. I’m like 95% sure she’s straight, so I don’t see any reason to tell her, but i still feel guilty about it for some reason.

And then I feel guilty that I even think I like girls at all, because part of me thinks I just want to be part of the LGBTQ community - I don’t have many good friends and the queer community seem to be one of the few communities that are really accepting, and I wonder if maybe I’m just identifying with them because I’m considered an ‘outsider’ as well.

I’m sorry to dump this all on you and I don’t even fully know what I’m asking. It kind of just feels good to write it out and know there’s a possibility of someone reading it, so, thanks?

Anyway I hope you have the loveliest day :)

Hi!!!

So a few thoughts here, okay?

First of all, it is literally so common for people to think they're like...faking being queer. But the thing is, you're not faking it. You literally took the time to sit here and type out this long message to some stranger on the internet. You're not faking.

Second, you're not breaking any rules or being weird by liking your friend. You can't control who you like, and it's so normal to end up with feelings for a friend. There's no reason to feel guilty at all! Objectively, being liked is a compliment!

As far as telling her your feelings, that's where it could get a bit tricky, because sometimes things can get a bit awkward if feelings aren't returned, no matter what genders people are. If it was me, I'd probably start by coming out to her (you said she's a safe person) and seeing how she reacts. If she starts to act more affectionate, then that could be a sign that she returns feelings, you know?

I hope this helps. Remember, your feelings are so valid and I'm here if you need to talk!

(Also I am naming all the anons who write to me in case they want to write in the future, and I am using a random positive affirmation generator to do so. So I dub thee: admirable anon. Enjoy your free tag!)

[morning-sun-brah]

it me i'm the anon !! i'm flattered that u liked the idea so much!! honestly it can be whoever, i pictured reader to make it more friendly for everyone to fantasize but whatever you write i'm sure it will be danm anazing !! 😘😘 kisses to you because ilysm

I now dub thee rockstar anon lol.

I already started writing it as a reader blurb, so that works! And there were a handful of other ppl who were also interested, so with any luck, we'll see more writing and art from other creators. We shall see!

Kisses back!! 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

[ticklishbeans4]

And last one for now Hunter!Ler and Luz!Lee cheer up sib tickles

Ah! Gotta love some classic cheering up from the best siblings ever! :D

~

“No! Hunter! I’m fine! You don’t have to do anything!” Luz squeaked as she hit the wall of the old cabin, grinning nervously as Hunter approached. He had an evil look in his eyes that Luz knew too well, and she did NOT like it.

“So… you weren’t just forlornly looking out the window, while quietly crying?” he asked with a hum. “Because… it sure looked like you were. And since YOU called me your de facto big brother, it’s my job as an awesome big brother to make sure my little sister isn’t sad.”

“I’m not sad! I just had stuff stuck in my eyes! And I wasn’t forlorn! I was… contemplating! I’ve got, like, SO much stuff to contemplate!” she tried to brush off. “I’m a contemplation machine! You don’t even know!” “Uh-huh. And yet, you’re eyes are still red and puffy, your nose is red and twitchy, you look a bit splotchy, and your lip is still quivering.” he smirked, “Luz I was the Golden Guard, it’s my job to notice stuff like this. I gotta read people to predict what they’re gonna do and when they may attack.”

“Am I gonna attack then?” she asked, straightening up a bit.

“You’re thinking about it.” he shrugged, stepping to the side and avoiding her lunge, but he stuck his arm out to hook around her waist, spinning her around before pinning her back to the wall. “Nice try.”

Luz wiggled, trying to escape his grip, but to no avail. “Dag nabit Hunter! I’m not sad! I’m totally happy and content and-EEP!”

Hunter had cut her off with a little jab to her belly. “Liar liar plants for hire!”

“It’s pants on fihhire!” she squeaked, giggling involuntarily as his fingers poked and prodded up her ribs. “Knohohock it ohohohoff!”

“Mmmmm, nah. I don’t think I will.” he shrugged, probing between the bones of her ribs. “Not till I think you’ve been sufficiently cheered up.”

“I’m cheheheheered! I’m cheheheeheheered! Ehehehe! Hunteheher!” she squealed, gasping as he got close to that one spot on her ribs.

He raised a brow, but got a look of sudden evil realization. “Oh… Right! You’ve got a really bad spot around here. Let me see…”

Luz squeaked and wiggled about, “Nohohoho! Lehehehet me gohohoho!”

“Not till I find the spot!” he smirked back, poking around her ribs haphazardly. “Where did Amity get you before… Around here I think.” He poked a bit higher, close to the underarms.

“AH!” she shrieked, as his evil fingers found the spot. “NAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!”

Hunter grinned evilly, and tasered into the awful little spot. “Not here? Not right here? Not this little spot right here?”

“HUNTEHEHEHEHEHER! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHIHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAAHAHAHAD!” she screeched, grabbing at his hands, but not pulling them away.

He shrugged, “Well see, I would probably stop, but you’re barely even trying to stop me, and you still need cheering up!”

“I’M CHEHEHEHEHEHEERED UP! I AHAHAHAHAHAM! I AHAHAHAAHAM!” she cackled, “I SWEHEHEEEEEHEHEHEEHEHEAR!”

“Do you now?” he hummed, “I mean, maybe you’re not and you just don’t know it.”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! I’M HAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPY! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!” she snorted, weakly batting at his hands. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Hunter chuckled and finally pulled his hands away. “Ok, ok. I dub thee officially cheered up!”

Luz giggled and flopped forward, resting her head on his shoulder. “Heehehe… thahahanks Hunter… I neheheeded that…”

He pulled her into a hug, “Yeah I know. I’m smart like that.”

That got another giggle out of her as she hugged him back. “Yeah yeah yeah, whatever you say. Dumb butt.” She squealed as he tasered briefly into her sides.

“Watch it.” he smirked, “...Do you wanna talk about what’s wrong?”

“Maybe later. I just kinda want a hug right now.” she murmured, smiling as he hugged her a bit tighter.

“I’m here when you need me.”

“I know.”

[safetycar-restart]

hi hi

what would mick think ab his dom being a camgirl? would he join in sometimes or be more behind the scenes? would love to hear your thoughts

also could i claim an emoji? either this 🕯️ or this one🛍️ :)

Oooh okay this is a very interesting question. I've never thought about the dom being the camgirl before, but it's such a cool idea and brings out so many options. I'm gonna tag stuff with the dom as the camgirl as the 'reverse camboy!au' and I would very much be open to hearing other thoughts and things about other drivers with this au cause it's so good!!

Anyway, I dub thee 🕯 anon :))

So there's two ways this could go: either you meet Mick outside of camming or you meet Mick through camming, like he starts out as your client and it goes from there.

But since I will forever be obsessed with the idea of innocent Mick, I'm gonna talk about you meeting Mick outside of camming, but we can absolutely discuss the other option too (like maybe Mick hires you because he wants to try being submissive and he falls for you?).

You meet Mick through friends, and he's the sweetest thing you've ever met. You like him instantly, and you kinda just avoid the topic of what you do for work because you don't want to scare him off.

He's pretty apprehensive when you tell him what you do for a living, and for a moment you're worried that you've scared him off completely. But of course not.

He's mostly worried because you have so much knowledge and experience and he doesn't? Before you, he had one long term girlfriend and he lost his virginity to her. That's it. His body count is one and he's only ever had vanilla sex.

And now suddenly he's falling for a dominatrix camgirl??

Though that doesnt stop him from looking you up online and seeing some of the content you make and okay maybe he jerked off to you and came so hard that he almost passed out.

So he's very much open to a relationship with you, but you need to be the one guiding him cause honestly he has node what he's doing and he just wants to make you happy.

I think he'd stay behind the scenes, because he'd be far too shy to actually be in front of the camera. However he would absolutely be willing to be behind the camera. He genuinely enjoys helping you film things and get the set ups right and just do whatever he can for you behind the scenes.

It's through helping you that Mick realises there's definitely some service sub in him, because he loves knowing he's making your life easier and being praised for it.

Honestly if you made enough money to support both of you, Mick would love to be a stay at home sub. He'd thrive just being your good boy and helping you behind the scenes and living his best subby life.