#why the FUCK cant he dress like that for cons?

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[romana-after-dark]

Our Gentle Sins: Part 7

Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

My god this header is ass but I was an emo kid what can I say

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Chapter summary: Past. Logan has a nightmare. Present. You have a nightmare.

Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religous trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

EXTRA WARNING!!!!: Pretty graphic. Again, I cant and wont tag everything but I dont wanna throw you off.

2.3 words

Before

“Logan?”

Your voice broke through the noise, the sound of machine guns and children screaming and a bomb dropped in the distance but he heard you. Everything was disjointed, every war, just or unjust, melded into others. Nazi’s shot by WWI German troops, a confederate soldier beheading an English man, Indigenous tribes fighting alongside terrorists, a confusing group to say the least. Still, he heard you.

“Logan!”

You, standing in the middle of it all in a modest pink dress. You, pristine as if you were teaching a class but surrounded by blood and bodies and murdered innocents. You, who when he blinked, was covered in blood but not from bullets or beyonets or gunned up airplanes, but slashed up like Freddy Kruger was hopping his way into his dream. You were holding your stomach, scrambling to keep your guts inside yourself. He was trying to reach you, but hands pulled him back. He couldn’t see faces, but Logan knew they were the hands of all those he’d killed. In front of him, separating Logan from you now, were other. Scott, Charles, Jean, everyone who’d told him to stay away from you.

They aren’t helping you, they aren’t even trying. Instead, they just admonish Logan.

“See what you've done?” Jean asks, and Logan tries to push through.

“She’s bleeding! She needs help!” He screams and screams, watching as you fall to your knees, blood beginning to spill out your mouth. “I need to help her!”

Charles now, voice calm. “I think you’ve done enough.”

“No! I didn’t hurt her! I’d never hurt her! Please, Dolly! Dolly I’m coming!”

Scott, for some reason without his glasses. “We knew this would happen, we knew you couldn’t be trusted, Logan.”

“I wouldn’t hurt her! PLEASE! Just- Let me- DOLLY!!!”

You’ve collapsed, convulsing on the ground as you shout his name over and over again. Logan screams for you, using all his strength to try and get away, to help you, get you out of the war zone and to help, but the weight of the hands around him are too much. They pull and grasp and voices moan in agony behind him.

They pull him away from you.

“LOGAN! WAKE UP!”

Then his eyes are open, claws out and he’s scanning his dark bedroom for the danger, the danger he knows has to be there because why else would he be so fucking scared? But then he turns and he sees you, standing in the corner with your arms crossed over yourself and and he thinks back to the scene in his head where you were dying and Logan almost runs to you- but when he moves, he sees you flinch.

There is a long, long moment where the only thing breaking the silence were your ragged breaths and the pounding of blood in his ears, eyes inter looked in mutual fear. Logan looked at you like you were a spooked deer, even though it was him that felt an unyielding terror inside. You stood in PJ’s, and as his eyes adjusted he took in the new side of you, clothing revealing more than skin you didn’t show. You slept in a dress. Not pants and a top, not a dress meaning lingerie or something cute. Logan thinks for a moment of those outfits worn on the Amazonian Islands in the 70’s Wonder Woman show, how it was just lingerie. No, nothing like that. You just wore a dress, something akin to what he’d seen women wear more than 100 years ago, something a grandma would wear now, a skirt that went to the mid-shin.

Even in the privacy of your own bedroom, you weren’t free from the rhetoric. He bet you wore cotton panties.

You were the first to speak, voice soft and careful as if you weren’t the one shaking. “Are you… okay?”

You, sweet beautiful you, were concerned about him. He’d had a nightmare, because of course he had, of course he could never be free from all the before… but he was okay. 

“Yeah, I uh…” Logan ran a finger over his face, shaking off the tremors. “Nightmare.”

A little nod from your head, then your voice, barely audible. “I get them too.”

Of course you did. Of course a sweet wonderful little doll like you was plagued like this. 

Logan relaxes, shoulders slumping and he slides his legs over the side of the bed before burying his face in his hands. “I’ll kill him, you know.” He mumbles. “Just tell me anything, anything about him and I can track him down. Anything about you.”

The name you used wasn’t a real name. You’d chosen from some woman in the bible you admired, a jewish woman who used her beauty to seduce an enemy and slayed him. Judith was the subject of two Artemisia Gentileschi paintings, hence his familiarity. Logan wasn’t an art guy, but being the history teacher he’d had to brush up on his renaissance art. Your last name was fake too, something you and Charles drummed up and probably had some other religious significance, although he wasn’t religious enough to know. Maybe he’d ask Kurt. 

It’d all been faked and slapped on some ID’s no one would ever be able to tell weren’t real. Your new identity was sealed. Even if you left the school, you could go on. Charles had even faked an education degree and high school diploma when you promised to not use it to do anything you weren’t qualified for. Charles didn’t want you to be trapped at the school, and since the school had been your only option at the time, you’d been given a freedom to leave. This was more than your husband had ever done, keeping you trapped and helpless, not even knowing how to drive. 

All he needed was your real name, and he could track your husband down and bring his head on a platter like John the Baptist. Was that a Gentileschi painting, or was that Caravagio?

“I know.” Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts like you had done with his nightmare. “Which is why I won’t tell you.”

When Logan looks up, he sees you still standing so far away from him, and chuckles dryly. “You scared of me now, doll face?”

You shake your head no, but it’s not as confident as he’d have liked.

“I’m in my pajamas. You’re shirtless in shorts. There’s a bed.”

His eyebrows rose at that. “You think I’d do something to you?”

This time, when you shake your head, it’s much firmer. “No. Absolutely not. It’s just… I was always taught to never be in a man’s bedroom… or I might bring something on myself, or it would lead me to sin, or, or there’s something about the appearance of sin… I dunno, it’s just considered improper.”

He let the words settle into his skin. Sometimes, loving you was like the women he’d loved, bedded, courted so long ago. Such a different time, a different world. Yet you were still so different. Back then, women were just waiting for someone to untether them, give them an out, run away. They craved that freedom, the liberty sex brings. Logan didn’t know what you craved. There was nothing inside you that said you wanted to scream, to be unhinged, to let go. You weren’t a bubble waiting to pop, you were simply happy to be as you were, dresses and all.

“I understand, Dolly. Thank you for uh, for waking me. But you should really just let me be, next time.” Flashes of Rogue all bloodied in his arms flattered across Logan’s memory. Kayla, scratched up before his bones became the weapon they are now.  “I might accidentally hurt you.”

Something he doesn’t recognize flashes on your face before you give a little nod. “Are you alright? I can go make you some tea?”

Part of Logan wanted to say yes, because he loved when you made him tea, but you looked tired. “No, thank you doll. I’m alright. Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting weird.”

“Thanks kinda my thing, isn’t it?” You smile just a little, making a bit of a face as you walk sideways towards the door. “Little homeschooled teen marriage weirdo?”

Logan’s eyes narrowed at your weird behavior, not turning your back to him, but he decided he didn’t need to question your every move.

“You’re not a weirdo. You’re one of the coolest people I know.”

You laugh at that, eyes bright as always, and slide out the door.

After

You scream. And scream. And scream, over and over again. There’s blood everywhere. Logan tore everyone you loved apart; your students, your fellow teachers, Scott, Jean, Kurt, Emma, Charles. Every single one was hacked to pieces. Logan pinned you to the ground, pounding into your cunt as if you were just a lifeless doll. You didn’t fight. You didn’t scream. Were you screaming before? You can’t remember now.

Lifeless you lay, head lulled to the side as Logan fucked you. There was blood coming out of your cunt, but you didn’t know how you knew that. Spread and prone and stretched you took what Logan gave you, his soft words grunting in your ear.

“Isn’t this better, doll? Not fighting? See, I can make it good for you. I can make you wet. You’re so wet for me, my little submissive dolly.” It wasn’t blood between your legs anymore, it was cum as an uncomfortable orgasm swelled through your body. Still, ever so still, you never moved. Remy lay next to you, unrecognizable outside of intuition as he’s just a pile of slashed flesh now.

“My perfect, lifeless doll.” You’re pliant in his hands.

Suddenly Scott is in front of you, a bodiless head , eyes gouged out of his face, nothing but bloody pits. Still he speaks.

“You did this.”

No. No you’d never-

“You’re dangerous. Violence follows you. You’re a grenade.”

It wasn’t you! It was Logan!

“It hasn’t always been Logan. But it’s always been you. You are the common denominator.”

You blink and it’s no longer the friends and family and children of your new life. It’s your mom and dad, siblings, in laws, everyone who meant something to you before. 

It’s your husband between your legs now, and you think there is nothing possible worse than this, nothing could be worse than him being back. Everything you went through, it’s never going to end. You’re dying. Maybe you’re dead because you’re watching from above now, your body on the ground and cold.

Your husband strokes your lifeless, compliant form. “The perfect wife.”

You’re back in your body, your mother lying next to you now. “Why couldn’t you just be good?”

You wake up to Remy shaking you.

His voice is an immediate calm, a recognition that he isn’t dead, he’s not a mass of gore on the floor while you’re being raped, killed for something you’ve done that you didn’t even know what. He’s alive.

“Remy!” You grab his shirt, pulling him to you and you don’t care that he’s a man half on your bed. He’s alive. Remy has often woken you from nightmares, his room right next to yours. Remy was closer, but Logan could hear you from further. Still, Remy was a light sleeper, so he usually got to you before Logan was aware.

Once you let go, Remy took several steps back, right up against the wall. This was something Remy did to prevent further anxiety. You trusted Remy fully, you never got an inkling that he wanted to fuck you or was playing the long game, just that he wanted to help you.

“They are getting worse again, pistache. It’s more often than when you first came here.”

You pull your blanket close to your chest even though you were fully covered. Remy slept in boxers, but he wore a robe around himself, something he bought after the first time he helped you through a nightmare. He came in in just his underwear and you were only three days into joining the school. Needless to say, seeing a man almost naked had scared the ever living hell out of you, so Remy bought a robe to cover up without having to waste time dressing. He was thoughtful like that. 

“I know, I know. I just… stress… I got the prom coming up, been a lot.”

Remy frowned, “Planning a high school dance shouldn’t trigger nightmares. Is this because of what happened at the ball?”

You wince. That memory was a lot, something that you didn’t like to think about. You doubted Scott did either, and if his jaw was ever the same. 

You took to long to answer, looking down at your blanket, so Remy continued. “I know that you and Logan have had… a falling out.” Your heart clenches at the words, heat flushing over your skin. Your blanket hid what you had been under loose clothing; a bump. You tuck your knees up so the blanket downs fall over your stomach. “I think he can fix it. You and him… well, I thought you’d get along before you ever met him. I brought your down stairs that first day because I’d seen him walking in, sent him to the store with you, sent him to have lunch… I think you two suit each other.” Remy gives you a smile. “You soften him. He protects you. It’s good for you both. Whatever it is, I think you can fix it. That’s all I’ll say.”

Remy stayed true to his word, not continuing about it… but you couldn’t help thinking how horrified he’d be if he found out what Logan did to you. He’s still gone, coming back any day now. Remy thought you softened him, and you suppose you did. For a while. 

You let Remy get you a snack, a little sweet treat to get the sick taste out of your mouth and cheer you up. He was kind, attentive, but the memory of him as nothing but a pile of slosh haunted you. Logan was dangerous. You were already worried about Scott prying where he didn’t need to, worrying about him getting himself killed, but now you think about Remy. What will he do when he learned Logan raped a baby into you?

Logan returns to his dolly next chapter! Next chapter we have 2 dances. Past, a ball Dolly put on because of the pride and prejuduce unit for her lit class, and presant she put on a sort of prom for the teenagers.

That chapter is where we get another HUGE chunk of dolly's past! the final bombwill be nearer to the end. I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts on what you think dollys secrets are!!! There was a hint this chapter!

Ideas for a poll is always welcome! as are songs for the playlist

I need to make a better cover pic now that ive gotten a feel for the series and its themes

If you've read Rooms on Fire or The Wrong Way, you know I tend to write a similar type for these dark series. Dolly, Little one and Madonna are all girly, quieter, feminine, submissive types. I hope that those whove read it all, because i know some people have read most things i put out, don find dolly boring. I think all three are unique in their own ways, and Dolly has her own things too, even if she's quiet and nervous

I love all yall and am so thankful for the support ive gotten here!!!!!

please remember, comments keep me writing. It doesnt have to be a compiment, just something that shows engagment like "remy is a good friend"

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Erik Destler x Fem!StageActress!Reader || Would Include...

Erik Destler always learning your on-stage romantic interests part totally and then 'dispatching' of the poor guy just before he's meant to go on so he then can always taking his place would include...

Warnings: Contemporary musical references, I don't care, shoot me. Also just basic Erik creepiness; murder and not-super-consensual kissing/touches (dub con at most).

Tagging: @marinerainbow and @masqueradeball .

🥀 Erik falling for you almost the moment you entered the Palais Garnier for the first time. He has no chill, we know this. He's like a Disney Princess. One song and he's fallen hopelessly in love.

🥀 Erik always keeping an eye on the cast lists when they come out- checking who you are and if you have a romantic interest. If you do, that person is now his main target. He may not kill them immediately, he'll wait until the final show on the final night, but there is a big red bullseye on their back now.

🥀 Erik practising 'his' lines (The lines of your on-stage romance) in his sewer room, reciting them to a dummy wearing some... familiar clothing. What? No, he didn't sneak into your chambers in the middle of the night and steal them from you! No, no! Absolutely not!... though you are missing a dress exactly like the one the doll is wearing. *cough*

🥀 Erik treating that doll of you with the utmost care. Almost as much as he'd treat you, the real you, with (Or, how he'd like to treat you. Only the lord knows if Erik could actually be gentle if given the chance to hold you). Its really creepy. Imagine his fingertips only grazing the dolls cheek very gently, but his eyes drift downwards (even though, again, its JUST A DOLL- ITS JUST STUFFING, ERIK!- Y O U ' R E T H E O N E W H O S T U F F E D I T- ) with very desire-filled eyes. Imagine him on one knee before the doll, holding its hand in his, its dead-eyes staring off into space while he professes deep speeches about love that are supposed to be romantic but just come out wrong and infatuated off Erik's tongue. Imagine Erik's hand wandering in the middle of a particularly heated scene; completely lost to his imagination.

🥀 Erik n e v e r, ever stealing the part of a villain. Even if that villain gets much more heated, or charged scenes with you then your actual love interest (Duke Monroth, Professor Callahan, Judge Turpin, Scar, etc). He wants to be your hero. Your prince, your true love.

🥀 Erik watching your every show, in his special box 5, studying you with eyes so hot you swear you can feel them on your skin every night. Paying so close attention, so he knows exactly how to compliment you on stage; how to be your perfect stage partner. This is why your scenes in every last show at the Palais Garnier are so impossibly electrifying to the audience- and, to you.

🥀 Erik allowing your casted partner to appear in the first few scenes with you during that last performance on that last night, so you never really know when its going to stop being the one guy and start being Erik- you're on your toes. Waiting the whole performance for the hand you grab onto to be Erik's. (He's waiting for the perfect moment to step in. The moment when you're really, really in character; lost to your art.)

🥀 Erik being the Christian to your Satine during 'El Tango De Roxanne' (His eyes upon your face. His hand upon your hand. His lips caress your skin. It's more than I can stand), 'Crazy Rolling' (See how I leave with every piece of you. Don't underestimate the things I will do), and 'Your Song Reprise' (Look at me... Satine... Why else live, if not for love?) in Moulin Rouge.

🥀 Erik being the Fiyero to your Elphaba during that super fucking charged 'As Long As You're Mine' scene in Wicked. You know? With you both on your knees on the stage surrounded by dramatic mist and you cant keep your hands off eachother?? *cough cough* I mean, with you both on your knees on the stage surrounded by dramatic mist and Fiyero and Elphaba cant keep their hands off eachother??? XD (Kiss me too fiercely, Hold me too tight; I need help believing, You're with me tonight, My wildest dreamings, Could not foresee, Lying beside you, With you wanting me // Every moment, As long as you're mine, I'll wake up my body, And make up for lost time.)

🥀 Erik being the Prince to your Sleeping Beauty, Snow White during the True Love's Kiss Scene. Oh yes, he definitely goes there. Did you doubt it?

🥀 Erik AS THE BEAST IN 'EVERMORE' TO YOUR BELLE IN BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!!!?

🥀 Erik never appearing at the end of the production to bow- he cant. You know that. So he makes his last moments on stage with you last, because honestly- who knows when the next time will be?? Its not like he can come call on you like a normal person... 🙄he's a dramatic freak. He holds your hand a few moments longer then necessary, or a little tighter. He kisses you one more time even though its not scripted.

🥀 Erik leaving you a bouquet of flowers in your dressing room after that last show on that last night. Signed simply, ceaselessly yours.

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🥀 You tell yourself every time that the show must go on. You tell yourself, that thats why you don't stop it; Don't do anything.

🥀 You are lying to yourself. You cant deny the electricity crackling all over your skin every time you see Erik on stage with you, every time Erik touches you under fake pretences. You've never felt quite the same on stage then when he's there with you; you feel like you're really the characters... and there is nothing on earth like that feeling. No one else can give you this. No one but him.

🥀 You expect it now and anxiously await the moment when your practise partner (Just Erik's understudy. Thats what you're thinking of them now; the men who are actually cast) dematerialises from the stage and its Erik.

🥀 You always leave the flowers from Erik at the grave of the man who died. Its sick, the game (?? habit?? r e l a t i o n s h i p??) you're in, but you cant stop. And you cant apologise, so you can only do this.

🥀 You working extra hard to get lead roles at the Palais Garnier. As soon as one show is over, you have a hunger to do it again. Get another part, get Erik back on that stage with you.

Its like an addiction.

[wentz2005]

need to share my top five taypoolverinelor songs with everyone because !!!!!AAAAHHHH!!!!!!! i’m obsessed with them theyve taken over my life i can never be the same again. anyways,

Cowboy Like Me - “with your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con.” this one is so self explanatory

Daylight - this one makes me scream theres so much oh goddd “My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in, everyone looked worse in the light // I DONT WANNA LOOK AT ANYTHING ELSE NOW THAT I SAW YOU!” I read in a fic once from Logans pov him looking at Wade’s scarred face and thinking why would anyone want to look at anything else? and its haunted my every waking moment. “i’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night, and now i see daylight. i only see daylight.” this whole song i mean it just flops back and forth between them its sooo ugggh “i once believed love would be black and white, but its GOLDEN✨” plus its always just felt like a first queer love coming out song to me

DELICATE ! - “this aint for the best, my reputations never been worse so, you must like me for me. we cant make any promises now can we babe? but you can make me a drink…. dive bar on the east side, where you at?” I MEAN COME ON!!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! this one is tooo poolverine specific it makes me crazy

dress - this is prolly the least poolverine explicit but still “you made your mark on me, a golden tattoo” and “i dont want you like a best friend” now he wakes up by his side…

IVY !! - poolverine are actually lesbians to me so i’m allowed to assign this song to them. and oh god, they’re ROOMMATES! theyre going to fall into domestic bliss so easily without even realizing theyre doing it and before they know it everyone thinks theyre dating because theyre practically married and they dont know how they got there (also wanessa remnants) “oh i cant stop you putting roots in my dreamland, my house of stone, your ivy grows, and NOW I’M COVERED IN YOUUUU” like it hurts “i’d live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time.”

i could talk about them forever and i NEEED to talk to rrr about his loganpool playlist and what taylor songs hed assign them and what wades fave taylor songs are (i believe hes a 1989/reputation/lover/midnights guy and im inclined to believe i am right.)

[lemmetreatya]

funeral director!connie who’s first port of call is to give his condolences upon the untimely death of your husband of five years.

funeral director!connie who doesn’t understand why someone as preppy and bright eyed as you could possibly be grieving so… easily? when he asks onyankopon, his project manager why that might be so, he answers that its probably because “people process grief differently” — but funeral director!connie cant help but think that, wait — were you not giving him ‘fuck me’ eyes during every planning meeting? or was he just increasingly horny and pent up from not being laid in months?

but he digresses, because funeral director!connie likes to think he takes his job seriously. not because he enjoys it or that it’s a dream occupation, but because it’s something he can lose himself in and keep his mind tied to. he hasnt has much luck with keeping jobs and so he’s self-proud that he’s been able to keep this one for well over a year.

he hasnt seen everything yet, but funeral director!connie knows its rare that you ever get joyous customers in this occupation. however, funeral director!connie is definitely stuck for words and reaction when you enter the casket room on the day of the funeral, with a frame hugging body con and flip flops on.

“before the service, i just wanted to come and say thank you for all your help.”

at first, funeral director!connie thinks hes being excessive — because let the modern woman dress as they wish, even at their late husband’s funeral! — but as the minutes go on, funeral director!connie is well aware that your parading around the room as you spoke, was a clear excuse for you to show off that you only had a body con on, and no undergarments to match it.

funeral director!connie knows hes at his limit when you lean over the gift table to aimlessly pick up a condolences card in front of him, and he’s purposely granted with a slip view of your breasts and nipples.

“we can’t…we shouldn’t.” he says to you, but more to himself, as he begins to palm himself then and there.

yet as soon as he says it, you unabashedly tug the already low seam of your dress down so that your breast could spill out.

“why not? it’s not like i’m married or anything.” you say, and that’s all funeral director!connie needs to tip him over the precipice.

the man doesn’t take much convincing to know he wants to raw dog you from behind but he does just that as his hips smack against your bare ass as you use the casket of your late husband for support, hands splayed over the oak wood.

funeral director!connie doesn’t ask whether he can smack your ass — he just does — and makes sure to grip the fat of it afterwards, too.

you let out sobs, cries of atonement, because connie doesn’t let up easy. he’s making you chant to him “you do, you do!” in response to him asking: tell me who fucks you best, me or your dead husband?

he doesn’t think he’ll get fired for his audacious behaviour, but funeral director!connie knows that onyankopon definitely didn’t pop him upside the head for nothing once he exited the room with you in tow and the the both of you looking dishevelled. he also thinks he’s been banned from courier duty for a few months concerning the nasty look onyankopon gave him when both you and funeral director!connie sneaked out halfway through the service.

funeral director!connie may deal with death every day, but he was pretty sure you were going to be the death of him.

[tiajk]

Little Miss Hamilton(I think i’m actually hilarious)

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Warnings: reader is seen as the Hamilton of the crew, reader is implied to have powers but not have eaten devil fruit, Poc reader implied (brown skin, curly hair ), It’s a platonic mostly (hint of zosan x reader not a hint it’s plain a day), Cursing, pre time skip im mind, Best friends Nami & Ussop (such an underrated duo), Mostly the Anime in mind when writing this, no use of name or y/n, grammar errors (i js know there are)

A/n: Told you guys another fic would be out today (I love Hamilton) (if you watch Hamilton what’s your favorite song(s) mines are satisfied & Non-stop), you guys i wrote this with the worst stomach pain im gonna fucking die

Dividers from ; @y-yushin & @anitalenia

—It almost felt like a reward every single piece of it. Starting with the fact you were apart of the straw hat pirate crew. Luffy claimed that you were all the best including you. most of the time dismissing him with a smile and a small “thank you!!” Then going back to your books and writings. thinking back to the fights you’ve been though you were grateful for having your powers what was more important was knowledge knowing every single piece of information that you found valuable was important to you and you would do anything to obtain it. Even if that included staying up late at night sleeping all during the day which at first no one thought was odd just assuming you were like Zoro. At night was when you did your true calling the most knowledge obtained from the Stars making charts, maps, and hypothesis’s about the moon and why does it change every single night. Mind running through thousands of ideas on how. Most of the time you would ire yourself out so much that you would fall asleep on deck but someone would always awake in the night to check most of the time it was Sanji and Zoro. Whenever Zoro found you he would grumble stings of curses out of his mouth when he saw you. He didn’t understand why you would leave yourself out in the open just to get more information about the stars but he would rather die then let you sit out in the cold. Sanji was the same way he would find you most of the time after Luffy tries to sneak into the fridge and he can’t go back to sleep. Tonight is no different from the rest your slumped on the deck your book is closed secure so the wind wont open it with little bits of pages sticking out of it your notebook stacked on top as well. Sanji & Zoro both cant sleep tonight instead of arguing with each other the just drink and get to know each other better. Surprisingly there laughing together playfully bantering each other when Sanji’s expression changes and goes outside Zoro doesn’t know what he’s doing at first but then it clicks in his head you were probably asleep on the deck again. He follows Sanji out the kitchen door seeing Sanji picking you up bridal style already you look peaceful its like your boy knows that Sanji’s got you and that your safe. While he’s climbing up the stars when he passes zoro he stops “Can you get her books I would usually would get them but your here to help me this time”. He wants to roll his eyes but he can’t and for once he just listen maybe it’s the alcohol flowing through his system or maybe he knows how important your books are to you it’s your dream. During the day most of the time nami watched over you she would distract from your books claiming how you both needed a break. Dragging Ussop(he wanted to go) as you guys al go shopping and play a little dress up. By you guys its mostly nami and ussop finding clothes to give you and you to try on while they give you there opinions (Ussop has good fashion taste cant change my mind (u prob could but pls don’t). Nami Had this beautiful Long body con dress the base of the dress was a peachy pink with coral all over it the coral being in all different shapes the colors being blue, purple and ifferent shades of pink as well. “Go try it on it’s gorgeous and goes perfect with your skin tone ” taking the fabric from her hands you go to the dresseing room sort of excited to try it on. when you finished putting you examined your self in the mirror in the dressing room it was the perfect length on the floor but not enough to drag on your feet to annoy you but it hugged everywhere and it just felt perfect you didn’t really care if you have to go into debt for nami to buy this dress it would be worth it. While opening the door holding your hair in a low pony with no ponytail holder some curly staying in the front. Nami and Ussop mouth dropped to the floor when they saw you “What is it bad” you confidence going down slowly but it accelerates when nami says “It’s perfect on you we have to buy it it was literally made for you” you smile at her thanking her for the compliment “I agree it’s an amazing dress for you”.

—When going back in the dressing room as you put your other clothes on thinking what would Zoro and Sanji think about the dress you shiver at the thought of the reaction and shake it from your mind. When you guys head back to the ship it’s not loud and that worries you automatically as you speed up your pace to the going merry. Going to the kitchen is ur first stop and it was correct. You see Luffy, Sanji and Zoro all cooped up around something but you don’t know what “HMH” clearing your throat to get their attention. The all look in shock not expecting you to be there. Luffy hides the object behind his back “We thought you guys were still shopping?” “Well we're back now” You look at all three of the they seem nervous. Luffy is sweating hard “What do you have behind your back Luffy?” “Nothing” You don’t believe him so you place the shopping back on the counter and sit at the table with them “What’s the problem guys you seem nervous did i do something wrong?” They all looked at each other silently communicating “No we just don’t want you to get mad at us” it was really confusing why would you get mad? “I won’t promise” Luffy looks at you one more time just to make sure he brings the object in front of him and on the table it’s your book your book with everything in it. Part of you wants to get mad but you don’t “where did you find this?” “It was on the table fore you left I saw it and wondered what it was about didn’t know it was yours” Zoro states with his harms crossed looking at you “It’s okay but are any of the pages missing” you say examining every page that you could get your hands on slightly worried that some valuable information could be missing “No I made sure that nothing happened to it” Sanji blows the smoke out of his mouth “What happened?” Nami ask as she enters the room “Nothing just my books” Ussop comes behind you one of your books was open and he’s peeking at it over your shoulder “woah you wrote all of this?” you honestly didn’t think that it was a lot not enough knowledge so it wasn’t a lot. Nami comes and looks as well “Wow it really is a lot is that why your always up at night writing?” You start to feel a little bit on the spot which it doesn’t really matter that its you its just the subject “Yea but I could write more i dont feel like it’s enough” Zoro thinks to himself ‘what will be enough for her’ “Why it’s it not enough you write like your running out of time”…………

Part 2 coming soon ( i couldn’t finish my stomach hurts and it feels like i have the throw up)(update i threw up and i’m sick ass hell)

[dykecassidy]

its 2:30am and i cant sleep, have fic of my wrestling oc its 2k words from 3 years ago i like this one so u have to by niceys

It was kind of a company outing. Tony paid the first round of drinks, but it wasn’t official, and most people left after that. Greg, Dustin, and Jim hung around. It was Greg’s home town, and it was actually a bar he liked. They kept shooting the shit, Jim fussing with his button up, Dustin and Greg both undoing theirs, showing their undershirts.

A few people hung around, but as the hours eked on, most were gone.

“Hey,” Dustin said, clunking his pint glass onto the table, pointing with his chin. “New kid’s still here.” The other two looked over, a little obviously, but it didn’t matter. A relatively new sign, MJF’s showy little protege, Priss. Or their real name, Riley, but they seemed surprised when anyone called them that. 

They were alone, on a barstool at an appropriately tall table. Alone and staring at their phone, tapping away— huffing, leaning their head on their fist.

“...Are they even old enough to drink?” Greg asked.

“They still let you in— it’s a work thing,” Dustin argued, and Jim still stared. He rested his chin in his palm, watching them.

“Looks like they were ditched,” he said finally.

Dustin gave half interested “oh, yeah?” which was enough for Jim to keep going.

“They keep looking around, and they’re typing up a novel it looks like.” 

All three of them focused now. Riley was obviously dressed for a night out, most everyone had been, body con dress and tights, and they kept bringing a hand to their face, carefully wiping away mascara before it could run. 

“You don’t think Max ditched them, do you?” Greg asked, “I thought he actually liked the kid.”

“He’s a kid,” Dustin said, “it’s fucking weird that he’s mentoring someone.”

Jim drummed his fingers on his glass, still watching. Riley would type for a bit, stop, seemingly check something on their phone, and then rifle through the cardholder on their case, pulling everything out, putting it back, looking for something.

Jim stood and strode over, not listening to Dustin asking where the hell he was going. 

“Hey,” Jim said, drumming his fingers on the table. Riley looked up at him, eyes wide and red— they had been crying. “You alright?” he asked.

“Uh,” they stuttered, “yeah. Yeah, just— Max isn’t texting me back, and he’s got my hotel key, so I’m just freaking out a little.”

Jim leaned his elbows on the table, making it wobble, dropping his head. “The front desk should give you a new key,” he said, deciding not to ask why Max had it, when it presumably wasn’t his hotel room—

“That’s what i thought, but he booked it instead of the company, and his name is on everything so they won’t even confirm he’s got a room booked.”

Ah.

“Pretty shit of him to ditch you, huh.” If he couldn’t help, he’d at least try to make them feel a little better. 

“He didn’t— I’m sure he just forgot, I asked him to hang onto it because I don’t have any pockets.” Riley finally put down their phone, and looked Jim in the face when they talked to him. “Why’d you come over here, anyway?”

It was a good question. Jim was friendly at work, yeah, but he really didn’t run in the same circles as Riley; they were part of the younger crowd, and Jim hung around the people he’d known about a decade. They weren’t even from the same sides of the country, they had no reason to talk to each other— Jim had every excuse to pretend he never even saw them, let alone come over.

He shrugged. “Why not?”

Riley looked at him. The kind of bitchy look they’d give in ring— he’d seen it on the monitors, on tv even. He didn’t know them, yeah, but he liked to keep tabs on interesting talent.

“Well, I’m fine—”

“You can come sit with us,” Jim cut them off. Riley stared at him, and he turned, pointed back to the table Dustin and Greg were at, pretending like they weren’t watching at all. Greg tried to smile invitingly, and Dustin waved.

Riley looked like… Like a 19 year old on a ruined night out had been offered to sit with a bunch of men closer to double their age. 

“Or not!” Jim said quickly. “Just thought you might wanna be ditched next to people, that’s all—”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll— okay, I’ll come sit with you.” As Riley said that, they slid off the stool and—

“You really bump up your billed, huh?”

Their elbow rammed into his side, the rest of their body following soon, putting their weight into the joint.

They could tuck so nicely under his arm. He could just— grab them, if he wanted. If he’d worn a suit jacket, he could drop it on their shoulder later, outside later in the night, and it would hang cartoonishly large on them.

He didn’t, of course. He barely knew them. Instead he just bowed his body away, taking a step away, hand over where they’d jabbed him. 

Riley jumped in easy. It was clear they were social— Jim and Dustin were nerds, just grown up, and Greg was a weird in-between, not standoffish to new people, but he didn’t exactly look for situations to meet people. It wasn’t long at all before the four of them were laughing, talking like good friends. Riley’s postured relaxed, leaning across the table, standing up and getting loud. Their hair had been down, a change from their usual, classic ponytail, and as the night wore on, they messily put it up.

By chance, they glanced at their phone.

“He texted back!”

Jim couldn’t help himself; he leaned over and peeked. The texts from Riley went out of the screen, repeated frequent questions of ‘where did you go?’ and ‘you have my key’. The last thing they sent was “Hello????”

And Max had responded “hi”

Hours later, read receipts popping up on all the previous texts.

Jim watched Riley type out a quick message; ‘you have my hotel key, where can i meet you to grab it?’

Seen.

Typing.

Typing.

No response.

Riley dropped their phone to the table with a clatter, leaning back in their seat. “Great,” they huffed. “Hope he’s at least using it without me.” Their jaw tightened, folding their arms over their chest, chin crinkling, so so obviously trying not to cry. 

“Me and Dust are booked at the same hotel everyone else is,” Jim said, “why don’t you come with us and see if anyone’s up for splitting? Or if they can get you a room there anyway, since you’re staff.”

Jim was seated closest to Riley, could turn to face them. He watched their lips purse, jaw relax and set. Their tongue swipe over their teeth under their lips. 

“I guess we could try,” they mumbled. 

They called ubers, and the group meandered outside to wait. Greg’s was first, and he was just heading home. He patted Riley on the head, said he’d see them next week.

It was just Riley standing between Jim and Dustin, arms folded tight over their body, shoulders raised. The cold of the night was sharp, but Dusin and Jim were warmed artificially by their beers, capillaries open and coursing heat through them. 

Jim didn’t move a muscle as RIley pressed their arm to his, stood closer to him just to press against him.

Two cars arrived at once, one ordered by Riley, and one by Dustin for him and Jim to share— until Riley grabbed at Jim’s sleeve.

Their mouth hung open. 

“I just— when i uber, i share my location with, like, Max, in case something happens, but he’s like, MIA, so…”

“Oh,” Jim said. Of course. He started to pull out his phone; Riley was in that little dress and tights, of course, and even though they were a wrestler, that didn’t stop some whackjob on a gig job taking you on a joyride.

“Ride with me?” they asked, and he whipped his head up. He must’ve looked baffled, so they kept talking. “We’re going the same way, and I’d just—”

“Jim,” Dustin called, from his uber. Halfway into the backseat, impatient. Jim tilted his head towards Riley, gave a little frown. It clicked to Dustin, or he was pissy enough to move on, and he waved, climbing in and shutting the door.

So Jim was across the backseat from Riley, whom he’d spoken maybe ten words to prior to this night. He could feel exactly how tipsy he was on the drive, surreptitiously pressing his knuckles to his cheeks, feeling how warm his face was. Red as hell probably, too, across the backseat from— tight dress, short but with long sleeves, black nylons, high blonde pony tail and worn off makeup. He looked like some drunk sleez taking home an ingenue— not even home, to a hotel. 

Jesus, Jim. 

Anything he could think to do just… just looked worse. What did he care what some uber driver thought of him? Nothing, but he couldn’t shut his brain up about it. Maybe Riley was thinking about it too, maybe that’s why they were so quiet about it— rethinking asking, realizing they hadn’t gotten themself in any better a situation. 

Or they were just tired.

Maybe, James, they were out at a work function with their mentor, and he ditched them at a bar, and they were a little stressed out about how that meant they didn’t know where they’d be sleeping tonight. 

Hopefully the hotel would be able to do something for the kid. 

The rest of the ride was a blur, and Dustin was waiting in the lobby for them— nice of him.

He also waited while Riley found out there was nothing the hotel could do for them. They were fully booked. Unless they found someone willing to split, they'd be sleeping in the lobby— no hotel would rent out a room to someone under 21.

Riley stood at the edge of the reception desk, phone gripped in their hands, glaring at it like it might produce a bed. Max, presumably, still wasn't answering. Their only bet was to split with someone.

"Don't say shit," Jim hissed at Dustin.

before he could even process that, Jim was by Riley again. "Hey," he said, just like the first time, ducking his head low. "if you want…"

He could feel Dustin never letting him live this down, but whatever. He'd spent plenty of nights at 19 sleeping at bus stops in weird towns, that didn't mean he had to let some other kid now do it too. At least he'd had pants and a jacket when he had to, anyway.

Riley did want to. A little reserved, yeah, but when he said he could just double up with Dustin if they'd be more comfortable, they got kind of this… kicked dog look. They didn't say anything either way on that, so he said they could pick when they got up there.

Up there, and they wanted Jim to stay. Grabbing onto his shirt, asking if it was alright, right in front of Dustin, which… yeesh. It all made him blush, which didn't help the fucking look Dustin was judging him with.

But whatever. it was a big room, anyway— not a double, but there was a couch. And they were a kid— he wasn't gonna let them sleep in a hotel lobby until someone else came to help them out. not when he could.

And— yeah, Jim didn't really know Riley. different circles. but he had an impression of them. Brash, and loud, and really fitting to be MJFs mentee. They played the part well. it had barely been a few hours, but he was seeing how wrong that was. They had this high strung anxiety, a self depreciating streak in the center of their mean one. 

They were almost sweet. demurely sat up in his hotel bed, taking their tights off underneath the covers, asking if they could borrow something to sleep in—

Christ.

Maybe, digging though his suitcase until he found a shirt he didnt really plan on wearing, Dustin was right. Maybe Dustin was right to eye Jim the way he was, like he was a fucking—

He tossed the shirt to Riley and promptly put himself to bed on the too soft hotel couch, still fully dressed. He was just trying to do the right thing, dammit. That was all.

[bimbo-superstar]

Darkness is my lover

Yandere Vincent Sinclair x plus size reader 

WARNING DARK THEMES INCLUDE: Dub-con, captivity, forced breeding, dark topics overall, Vinny is sweet in some of the points but controlling and possessive in others.

Please proceed with caution, not intended for younger audiences. 

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♡Vincent became infatuated with you the minute Bo dragged you down to the basement unconscious, you just look so beautiful the full cheeks, your plump lips, those thighs you had, he just had to keep you, but he knew Bo would not allow that to happen, so he hid you.

♡The first month you had attempted to escape multiple times, you almost succeeded the last time which is why you ended up strapped to Vincent's chair, he couldn't believe why you were being ungrateful maybe if he started to treat you like how Bo treats his victims, you'll learn your lesson so that's what he did.

♡You are chained to Vincent's worktable, he put a mattress and some pillows and blankets down, so you won't bump and cut up your delicate body cause vin doesn't want to see his darling hurt unless He’s the one doing the hurting you are his muse after all

♡To Vincent you're like his little doll that he can dress up, feed, wash and use, he needs affection too and with you resisting and resenting him sometimes he can get rough and force you to cuddle up to him or if he’s sexually frustrated, he will take it out on you whether you want it or not 

♡ He loves when you cry and just lay there staring into space, it gives him the perfect opportunity to sketch you how the tears roll down your cheek and hit the dirty basement floor it's like art to him.

♡ His nicknames for you are: My darling, My muse, My babydoll these are usually with passive aggressiveness to the tone and a hint of possessiveness to them also cause Vincent is very insecure and he believe you are his property and he can do whatever he wants to do to you and if someone tries to help you or stop him he has no problem with adding them to his endless collection of wax figures, this includes you if you want to misbehave and continue to act like a selfish bitch he would make you into a figure a special one of course with accessible holes for him to use 

♡Once you succumb to Stockholm syndrome Vinny will allow for you to roam the house and sleep in the room with him, he even allows for you to cook for him, Bo, and Lester you're also allowed to walk Jonesy with Lester 

♡Vincent allows for you to take up some hobbies so you don't think about leaving him again, he buys paint sets, yarn so you can make bracelets to distract you, over the months of you being there you start to crave his affection and attention which is what he wants in a darling he does not want you to disobey or try to leave him, watching him make figures makes you want to try it out so he allows you to sit in his lap while his big hands engulf yours and guides them

♡Vincent loves the thought of forcing himself inside of you if you don't comply with having children with him, he does not mind pushing you down and pounding into you and Cumming bucket loads inside of you, the thought of you being pregnant with his babies makes him go crazy it creates more possessiveness from you 

♡He would fuck you in areas he knows where Bo will pop up at, to Vincent Bo is the more attractive twin but knowing that he can fuck you and Bo cant makes his head spin and the blood rush to his cock, the way you scream and moan with him inside of you and the way you drool with your eyes rolled back while Bo watches from the shadows is what makes Vincent fuck into you harder and faster. He wants his brother to know that he owns you and he can never have you.

DAYUM I HOPE I DID GOOD FOR YOU MY LOVES 

should i make this into a little fic or something LET ME KNOWW 

I LOVE YALLL 

[blossom-boo]

Hey blossom boo! Just want to say how much I’ve loved your work on saucy’s blog. Now, you were talking about inserting Bojan and Jure into the miniverse. Have you had any thoughts about that? Can’t have my boys feeling left out of the feminisation fun. Bojan needs to be put in a pretty dress to go with his collar. Perhaps Jure wants to look pretty too? 👙👗👠

hey boo!! im extremely grateful you like my work. i am working on expanding the narrative i started (with the help of 💫boo, who has gratefully gotten in touch) on saucy's blog. im not sure how plot intensive i want to that to be, but at least enough for all the situations im about to put the boys through to be cohesive - if that doesnt work ill just say fuck it and write a million one shots lmao - we will see.

having said that, why not do some headcanons for jure & bojan while you wait, hm? (semi?) nsfw underrrr

for bojan :

* initially, he probably got extremely upset thinking he couldn't wear short body con dresses - his thighs are so thick, the band barely even touches the back of his legs with how it stretches. fortunately, his dom loves it. come on, its easy access. also a big fan of sundresses (see : easy access. that much better if it has a plunge neckline or a cut out on his chest or back). gets extremely distracted while wearing dresses from all the sensation and not so secretly gets off on how clumsy it makes him.

*as for lingerie, he starts with lace boxers, and then just spirals.

*not the biggest fan of g-strings, but will wear them if you ask. lace is definitely his favourite - its all about sensation for him. initially, he was a little bit ashamed of just how much he enjoyed wearing bras and bralettes.

*100% loves wearing harnesses and garter belts too.

*refused to try stockings initially but relented and regrets not doing so sooner. so much sensation.

*not yet comfortable putting high heels on, but okay with other feminine shoes, like mary janes, especially if hes wearing a longer, more flowy dress

*call his hole a pussy if you want him to cum instantly ❤️

for jure :

*into silk more than lace

*loves wearing g-strings

*more into skirts + bra combo or maybe skirt with a crop top, but will wear dresses on occassion if you ask

*loves garter belts but not stockings, they rip too easily, and while yes, thats part of the fun, he cant help but feel like his fun is dampered if they rip randomly and its not his dom doing it

*that much more enjoyable if his lingerie is matched with his outfit

*hestitant to try high heels initially, but actually extremely comfortable walking and playing in them once he actually starts

*loves putting on makeup for his partner(s), puts on lipstick and mascara for the sole purpose of getting it messed up

*neutral about having his hole called a pussy, but call his dick a clit and hes instantly going down ❤️

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Fire and Blood: Chapter 8: Drinking.

Concept: Now that Aegon is crowned king, Aemond takes you with him to Aegon to make you swear your loyalty to the new king of the seven kingdoms. Things do not go well.

Mentions of: Drugging, non-con, drinking, forced drinking, plying, smut, unintended abuse, intended abuse, fighting, treason, swearing and other dark things. Viserys being a shitty father,

Aemond drags you with him. 'Lady Beesburry is here for you.' He says and pushes you to Aegon. He is sitting in a dark room and eyes his father's city made of white buildings.

It's the evening of the coronation.

You are interested and investigate it carefully not to touch anything. 'What is that?' You wonder out loud. Then you see it. It's old Valyria. Before the doom.

'Did your father made this?' You ask Aegon. He doesnt respond. He keeps looking out that damn window. You see a book but know better than to hit him with it.

Aemond makes his presence known again. He is still waiting for orders from his brother, hands folded on his back and his back straightend. 'No, stone maesters did.'

You sneak around the city on your toes. it's one of the most special things you ever saw. Maybe you are distracting yourself too much but you dont mind. This is everything you ever hoped to achieve. Seeing old Valyria.

You look at both Aemond and Aegon. But you think Aemond has more interest in this. 'Its beautiful. Do you what this is? This is supposed to be old Valyria. Where both your ancestors are from!' You sink to your knees so you can look from a different angle and behind you someone clears his throat.

Both look at you like you've gone mad. Aegon dryly sighs.'We heard.' Is all he says. 'Dozens of times, actually. Father only cared for this stupid thing. He spended more time with it than me and Aemond. We should burn it down.' He grins but there is some sadness there. The words hurt you too.

You look at both of them in shock. 'The king...' he never cared.

'He wasnt that interested in either of our upbringing. but that's none of your business.' The king says, his voice full of warning and yes fear. You know him better than himself. He has his walls up. You know their relationship is complicated. But is he really the type of man to celebrate the death of his father?

Full of fire you get in his face. 'Yes it is. I should know that. Did you even have happy memories of him at all?' You demand.

Both men think but it is dead silent. 'Yes. Recently: He did us both a pleasure and finally died, the old fuck. So I can be king.' Aegon says ruthlessly. So unlike him. You want to cry again. What in the seven hells happend to your Aegon.

His brother nods. 'Agreed. He was too busy living in the past.' Aemond scowls. You give him a kind smile. 'Like father, like son I suppose.'

'What was that?' You ignore him. You look at the city of stone. 'If you both wanted it gone it would've been by now. It's still here. You dont want to demolish the last thing that belonged to your father.' You say sharply. The silence betrays you are right with that.

'Its so dusty. The king must not have touched it for years.' You mutter to yourself. 'The former king.' Aemond corrects you. 'Its really not that interesting. I suppose if I had your common upbringing I would gawk at everything Valyrian too. We are superior to westerosi after all.' The only thing Valyrians can do better than westerosi is cause drama and have funny hair colours and ride dragons. Without them, they would never still be alive this day.

You turn to Aemon. 'Superior? You? Is that why your city is ash and bones?' You laugh in his face.

He tilts his head his bright blue eyes twinkling with fire thanks to your challenge. 'Rather be dead than a slave.' He says and you cant really be sure what you would pick if you had to choose that awful choice.

He grabs your arm and his knife. He starts to cut lose the shoulders of your dress so the fabric protecting and shielding your breasts drops. Aegon subtly sits up straighter, scratching his chin. 'Brother, Lady Beesburry has something to say to you.' Aemond says, when pushing you on your knees in front of the king. You want to protest but you know its better to obey. For now.

You pray to the gods but mostly to your father for forgiveness. You do. 'I am sorry, my king.' You finally speak those words.

'For what?' Aegon asks like he doesnt remember. Maybe he doesnt. He has been drinking even more.

'For being an traitor.' You say carefully, remorseful and full of regret. The king doesnt even care that you are playing with your hair or pout.

He just sighs. 'Hm. Define being an traitor.' You list your crimes when coming closer. 'Walking away from aemond, trying to escape him and reacting ungrateful when receiving special attention.' You touch his left leg. 'May I sit?' You ask.

He is confused. 'In my chair?' You laugh and smile at him.'On your lap, my king. I wish to touch you, my king.' You add before softly leaning in for a kiss. He pulls away. 'Stop calling me that. I'm named Aegon damn it.' He growls.

You shoot Aemond a worried glare. This is not working, you clearly say with your eyes. He is merciless and cold. 'Well try a bit harder, ' his one eye shouts at you.

You crawl on his lap and stare longingly in his eyes when softly rubbing his crotch. His breath catches when you slowly take off your necklaces and start taking off the silk cover up from your dress. 'Aemond, care to help me with my corset? I can't get it off by myself.' You say a cruel twinkle in your eye.

Aemond swallows from his spot. 'Aegon should undress you. You are his present tonight. Let him unwrap you.'

'Aegon; do you want Aemond to undress me for you?' You ask him. Aegon is annoyed. 'Fine for all I care.' He blurs out. You start to worry. You already did but now your alarm bells scream that something is off about him.

You quickly lift his chin. The crown is still on his head and you look at it. The conquer's crown. 'Aegon,' you gently speak to him. 'I'm worried about you.' You whisper softly so Aemond doesnt hear. You clutch one of hands where the Targaryen ring is shining brightly. 'Are you alright? I mean, your father and the coronation-'

Aemond suddenly interrupts by unlacing your corset very easily. 'Its not that tight, I left a bit of a knot. I prefer undressing my presents myself.' He says, eyeing his brother. 'She should be yours to undress.'

'You know you can talk to me right? Aemond said you felt guilty. I'm glad.'

'Can you just leave? Your presence only makes thing complicated. I dont need my cock sucked and I especially dont need some bullshit talk about our feelings with some traitors daughter.'

'Don't be like that, brother. I can give her some wine to get her to shut up. If need be I can gag her.'

'No! I dont want wine!' 'No!' 'Good girl.' 'Its a nice wine. Don't be so ungrateful.'

Aegon gets a bit as well. You all drink, and soon the wine starts to warm your belly and make you more lose. You are no longer haunted by the pain of your father and take a bit more until your cup is empty. Aemond sips his cup patiently so you go to him next.

You climb on him and grab the cup from his hand before drinking it all one one big chunk. He glares at you. 'Lady Beesburry that was highly unsuited for a lady-'

You simply get up again and walk to Aegon. He hands you his cup. Voluntary. You drink that as well before searching for more wine. You need more wine to cope with this stress.

Aegon grins, presenting you a bottle. Aemond takes a bottle from the desk as well. 'Which one do you like better?' Aegon asks when popping his bottle and taking a swing. 'Hm. I can't tell what wine I like better. Let me try both.' You smile. First you kiss Aegon. His wine tastes very sweet like berries with a very heavy dose of something sour like grapes or apples. He hungrily tastes you as well, feeling your arms and shoulders touching your breast.

He is panting and clearly aroused. You ignore him. You eye the other prince that swallows uneasily when you come over, just finished with drinking his cup. 'Can I have a taste, or are you going to be a selfish little bitch?' You ask.

His good eye widens. 'What did you just call me?' His mouth is hanging open in shock.

You shrug. Aegon nearly dies of laughter. 'A little bitch! I love drunk her. Gods she is even more gorgeous this way-'

'Fine. Come here.' Aemond groans and you obey happily jumping on his lap and roughly force your tongue down his throat tasting the wine. It's much more sour. Very sour and more spicy as well. Like a attack on your tongue. Aemond deepens the kiss before touching you.

'So, what wine do you want? Mine or Aemonds?' Aegon asks.

'I want a mix," you cheekily smile.

'Not one of the options that we listed.' Aemond says ruining the fun as always. You pout. 'Please?'

Aegon smiles at you. 'Let her have some fun. It's been a hell week for her too.'

Aemond grunts before giving up his bottle of wine. 'Fine. Let's mix your drink.'

'Hooray! Thank you!' You kiss his cheek before taking off with his wine. He blushes, and mutters something about the warrior.

The wine continues flowing, and flowing and soon all three of you are a at least tipsy. You are excited as well. Aegon looks very pretty with his crown. You thought before he looked terrifying but now it suits him. You carefully make your way over there like a very drunk penguin. You knock him to the ground and start kissing him. His crown falls.

'Do you want to play, or do you want-' you roll on top when undresing him. You heavily make out with him under you and rip your clothes off. Aegon relaxes. 'What was in that wine?'he asks with a smile from his ears to his lips.

Aemond smirks. 'I added something. Its from dorne. They call it the Itcher.' He says proudly when you start to moan and take off your last pieces of clothing.

Aegon freezes like he just got a bucket of ice cold water in his face. Aegon gently grabs you and puts you aside like a baby. You giggle. 'You fucking drugged her?' There is nothing joyous about his voice. Or gentle.

You whimper. 'Aegon, no. No yelling. Play with me.'

Aemond shrugs. 'So what if I did? You are stressed and its affecting your reign. Helaena wont fuck you. This girl will.' 'We fucked her before when she wasnt exactly willing. We forced her before. She likes our control, she even told me that.' One of his cold hands touches your naked behind. You whimper when he squeezes.

Aegon nearly explodes. 'It was different. She was a traitor. What exactly did she do this time? Except cry in her room for hours alone and refusing to eat?' He asks his brother.

He continues. 'She doesnt like our games. We are usually too rough-'

The wine is taking a toll and you dont feel pleasant or safe like moments ago. You are trapped between dragons spitting fire at each other. 'This is why I shouldve been king. You dont have the balls.' You freeze when Aemond says that. You cower even.

Aegon is shocked too. 'Excuse you?' He croaks out.

You start to cry youe emotions all over the place. 'Please stop. I dont like this anymore.'

Aemond continues, getting closer to you and eying your naked body with a smirk. 'If you wont take advantage of her : I will. Hand her to me.' He grabs you and starts undressing himself too when feeling you up like he usually does. You let him, but you wish he would be more gentle and considerate.

You hit your head when he pushes you down on the bed and you groan. He comes closer worried. 'Sorry, that was an accident.' You nod weakly. He softly touches your head.

You suddenly dont see Aegon anymore. Aemond climbs on top of you and spreads your legs. Than it happens very fast.

Aegon jumps up from behind him, strangling his brother in wild rage and anger. You can only pretty much scream 'Get your fucking paws off her!' He yells, when strangling a confused Aemond.

Aemond tries to shake him off but aegon is clever and bites his neck. 'She is mine too. We made that deal remember?' He hits his brother back. They fall to the ground

You freeze, when the two of them continue it on the floor hitting each other and beating each other. Aemond hits Aegon on his nose but Aegon is more street skilled and forces his knees between the legs of aemond who cries out. They become rougher and angrier.

You know enough to know that this will bring out every bit hatred they have for each other. Every bit of jealousy. They will kill each other.

You get up from the bed and quickly grab the sheets before heading out of the door, trying to search for a guard. Outside the doors there is no one.

You still are walking like a penguin and run down the hall until you finally run into a few guards on patrol. 'Ser Criston!' You never were so happy to see him.

He looks at the sheets around your body. 'Lady Beesburry.'

'Please come with me. There is a- ' the sound of something breaking interrupts you. 'Delicate situation.'

He comes with you, to the bedroom. Aemond is lying on the floor, blood comes from his nose and mouth. Aegon lies next to him and has clear scratches in his face as well as several bruises. 'What in the seven hells happend?!" Cole demands the two of them.

Its like seeing an angry father. Aegon swallows. Aemond looks sad. 'Aegon hates sharing his toys. Even if we both agreed we would share her.' He says like an toddler.

Cole blushes. 'Her?' He looks to you. You blush too. 'Are you both-' he swallows.

'And you are fine with that?' He asks you.

Aegon growls when spitting blood. 'Dont judge her for it or I'll send you to the wall. She feels miserable enough as it is.'

'We share her, Cole. She is our little pet. '

'Your pet was terrified when she came to me. You both scared her very much. I'm sure she expected more of you. I sure did.'

'Ser Criston, please wait.' You say, rushing after him.

'Yes, my lady?' He waits for you. You sigh catching your breath.

He killed your father. He did. 'Thank you. They don't have much anymore. They are the richest in gold but they lack so much else.' You say picking your words careful.

He seems quite shocked by that and looks at you like he sees you now for the first time. 'I see you have a good gentle heart that beats for both of them.' You sigh and look out the window.

'It does.' You confess.

Ser Cirston looks around. And then he softly leans in. 'If I were you, I would flee this city.' He whispers.

You gawk. 'You would?' You ask; confused.

He nods to Aegons rooms. 'If you were to reject any or both of them: They will kill you just as they tried to kill each other today. If you stay: this will happen but worse. They need each other. War is afoot.' Your head is spinning.

'Where will I go?' You blurt out. Criston shrugs. 'Somewhere nice. Somewhere far away.' He adds. 'Go to your rooms, my lady. I don't think they are in any mood to sleep with you.'

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''YOU DONT HAVE THE BALLS''

I wrote that line yet i cant believe he said that lol

[winderlylandchime]

1/3 So I was 100% sure I sent the ATX updates as well and now while going through your blog for preparation for tomorrow, I saw that I didnt. I must’ve missed it by accident because we watched this right after Gale’s interview so i was sure I sent both, my bad and I apologize in advance for the incoming spam, also hi!:

*the video starts with them walking to the building* ‘AH! BLONDIE! ITS BRI- fuck no, Gale, right? Damn it, oh damn the beard and the glasses look good!’ And the cast is now walking towards the stage ‘THATS RIGHT MY MAN GALE WAS A STAR! BLONDIEEEE! He looks the same as he did in the show. The fuck?’ Tell me why this man from a shot that lasted a second clocked that Gale probably has a cigarette pack in his front pocket and I teasingly asked what was he looking at to notice it and he goes ‘i mean….he’s just..well..mind your business’ and immediately afterwards he goes ‘he’s kinda dressed how Brian would be dressed.. but i think Brian would rather die than to have his glasses hanging around his neck..he’d have them perfectly tucked in his jean pocket so everyone knew they were expensive…i miss Brian’ He then sat back and very quietly went ‘im so happy Blondie and B-Gale are sitting together’ The lady who was hosting mentioned how QAF had a big impact on her life and he went ‘tell me about it, girl..i cant even remember what the fuck was i doing before this’ I think it’s worth mentioning that he had to rewind 3 times because he kept staring at Gale and Randy. The camera moved to show them all together and he went ‘what a time, huh? I bet they never thought they’d have their own little gay comic con moment’ ‘who is this old man? (Me: dan, he helped write the show with the other guy Ron) oh so THEY are the reason for that shit finale? You’re telling me two old white men made me sob? Well fuck both of you two! I don’t like them’ (this was said with his arms crossed like a toddler btw). There’s this moment where Dan mentions how they exceeded graphic content and Peter and Gale have a tiny moment and he pointed to them and went ‘I was robbed of their friendship!’ Every time the camera zoomed out or showed Gale/Randy, he just softly gasped and went ‘look at them’ or ‘ah my boys’ while Ron was talking about casting Randy, peter leans to gale and my brother points to that and goes ‘ohhhh theyre talking shit! I just know it’ He now learned how they cast Gale and Dan goes “and there was mr harold” and he goes ‘Look at him getting shy! Wait, he almost didnt go because he was striking? Youre telling me I got him as Brian by pure fucking luck?!’ ‘I fucking love Peter. He’s funny, (gale said something to peter while he talked about casting and he points to them and yells) THEY ARE FRIENDS! I WAS ROBBED OF THEM! *long pause* damn the beard looks good on him here’ after this Randy picked up the mic to talk about his casting and my brother just yelled ‘HE SPEAKS!’ And then the attention went on Gale and under his breath he goes ‘finally’. And immediately his reaction was ‘wow…he’s shy no matter where he is, huh? He looks as if he expected to be quiet the whole time. He’s so pretty’ Gale here mentions his ex girlfriend showing him the VHS and he goes ‘ah yes, heterosexual..forgot about that’ (Gale says he tested and thought “this will be funny”) *starts giggling like a teenage girl* ‘he’s funny..i like him a lot. He’s got like a dry humor type of thing going on, huh? Look at Blondie’s smile. Gale looks so fucking relieved to be done talking. Its okay baby, i know youre shy, this was your Vietnam (Gale goes to pick up the mic again) oh maybe I’m wrong.’ AND THIS IS WHERE GALE SAYS THE ICONIC LINE ABOUT DIVING IN WITH RANDY.. ‘i bet you did. It was deep for sure.. WAIT THE SEX SCENE WAS THEIR FIRST SCENE?! So it kinda was life imitating art.’ Peter here threw a little shade at the costumes designer ‘oh please spill on the designer. Give me the dirt about behind the scenes! I deserve to know everything after that finale’ (Peter imitates Gale) ‘LOOK AT BLONDIE! LOOK AT THAT ARM SHOVE! THATS LOVE!’ And then Randy says that it was a traumatic time for him and it shows Gale ‘look at him dying at that! Please tell me there is more of them in interviews. I need more, not to be greedy but this isnt enough’

Hello dear sweet anon! I am so sorry that traveling and being with my in-laws has taken me away from tumblr and your messages. I hope you had a good Christmas! Right now I’m wearing a mask and pulling down to take sips of my beer because my SIL has covid but we’re all staying at her place anyway.

The ATX panel is iconic. I’m dying over your brother’s anger that two old white men made him cry. AND YES I love Gale and Peter’s friendship and we were ROBBED of KinneyCutt content.

I love Gale and Randy and Peter and your brother’s reactions are so real and relatable.

[rodeorun]

i have to write this before i break down in tears from that ending sooo....

This perfectly captured the internalized shame one can carry from being a tall woman so well. Lines like

"You come down the steps and take small steps, trying to diminish yourself among the crowd. Even some of the men aren’t of a height with you. Your bonnet feels more and more like some beacon to illuminate your stature." From what we feel within, to parts like "Your eyes meet those of another. A man who smirks and nudges another. They both peer over at you with a gleam of mocking in their faces. " that show how others see us.

As for the nsfw, now i drown myself in non-con, but that was..... one of the most straight up r*pe scenes I have ever read. Goodness. There was nothing sexy or sensual about it. It was sex, but it was fear. My stomach clenched and is still in knots and my head was dizzy. I felt the rough scrape of the bench beneath reader, the excruciating pain of the first time i was penetrated and not ready for it. I hate virginreaders in fiction and how they are fetishized, how they reinforce this male perspective of purity culture and tie it to women's worth, how after her cherry is popped, she is used goods and no longer desirable. That selfish greed a man feels to be the first. She is nothing more than a tally. I pushed myself through this nonetheless and im so glad i did because oh boy- my head is spinning!

Steve initially came off as this slightly mischievous, mostly eccentric man. Quoting hamlet in the gardens, how charming that was. Truly a mockery to the following moniker he eventually calls Cora and Reader. I even had my hopes up that he himself was a virgin when he said they would learn together, but thats a foolish thought now.

And gosh i am so fucking charmed by every sentence here. I really feel so dizzy as if i was transported to this world for a few moments. So vivid and an almost lyrical style of writing. You can pick out any sentence from this, and write a page on it's meaning.

I cant get over how pungent that r*pe scene was, how it instilled terror and fear in me. Reader by no means enjoyed. She endured for the hope of love. But she did not enjoy it. I fear for the slight foreshadowing that she will be pregnant 😣.

And the ending, yes the ending.

"I am honored," he holds her small hand tight, "to have at last a fine lady to keep my hearth."

That killed me. Its really the little details and me, me who has huge hands and feet, whos ankles show when i wear maxi dresses, who gets stared at when i go out, who's had almost every 'best friend' i had date the men i liked because they were tiny beauties and i was too tall and embarrassing to be with. Oh lord to see the man you just gave your first to, watching him hold the hand of the woman who is everything society makes you think your should be. If the ending was a nail in my heart, just simple the use of the word 'small' was the hammer coming down on that nail.

Fuck you steve, i hope he gets a revenge worse that death. Virginity is something you can never give back or replace, and I hope his punishment is likewise to such a disabling degree. I think cutting his dick off would be a start 🤔😂

I'm engared, ensnared by my own hatred for this man. This is exactly why i dont read angst. I want to claw the the rage from my chest until i bleed enough for Steve to choke on it.

And THIS fucking masterpiece

"

“I know,” you say through trembling lips, “I am not a fool, sister.”

“No, merely on the shelf,” she says sourly.

You wince at her cutting remark. Any lady would shrivel at the words. It seems despite your stature, there is a shelf too high for you to reach." Holy shit. Holy. Shit. I gasped. Out loud. Op idk what water you're drinking but it has you spitting poetry disguised as prose

This was SUCH an experience and tbh im going to have to recoup and come back to read this a few more times just to try and take in the full beauty of this fic. Like a movie i dont get tired of watching. Tysm op for writing something that let me feel all of this. Honestly halfway thru writing this i almost rage quit but i saw there was a sequeal and read it, and it gave me the strength to write all this knowing that this wasn't the end LOL.

Meet me on the playground at 3pm, Rogers.

Graceless

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, dejection, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The reader finds herself still unwed as a new social season begins. On the cusp of being ‘on the shelf’, a most unexpected suitor appears to assuage her fears of spinsterhood. (Regency AU, tall!reader)

Character: Steve Rogers

Note: A birthday celebration for one Steve Rogers.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like I love coffee and that’s a lot and probably unhealthy. Take care. 💖

The tails of the ribbon tickle along your collarbone. You snatch them away from your skin, tempted to untie them altogether. Instead, you twist them together, the large brim of your bonnet casting a rather farcical shadow upon the ground. Even in silhouette, you tower over the other ladies, a disparity which cannot be attributed to the distortion of light.

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[wannabevampire]

Dom Druig + clit slapping. That’s it, that’s the concept

ashes to ashes.

✧₊⁎🩰♡🕊˚✧₊⁎

YES YES YES every chance he gets!

you were a good? clit slapping!

hard day? clit slapping!

bad mood? clit slapping!

and if you’re bad? 😳 honey your pussy is about to be obliterated…

clit slapping + toxic enemies to “lovers” = ♡!!!

warnings: edging, overstim, clit slapping, squirting, implied sex, cum play/spit play i think?, degradation, like it’s really degrading guys (even for me), so if you aren’t into it don’t read!, implied masochism uhhh cigarettes…

☆〜MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

18+ only !!!

EXTREMELY TOXIC!!!!

could be interpreted as dub!con but everything is totally consensual! it’s just dark and toxic as fuck. if you aren’t into it don’t read it!!

uhhh very casual mini-fic below the cut!! it’s my first kinda dark fic/blurb? so proceed with caution!

update! re-vamp coming soon…so it’s more organized!

「☁️🧁🎧🩰」

he would 100% do it after edging you for a long time.

…..

he ruins your orgasm for the millionth time and you’re a complete mess. tears running down your cheeks and whispered pleas of mercy fall from your lips. it may look as though you’ve completely submitted to him. but you’ve still got a spark of brattiness left

he looks at you with mock pity. his eyes sparkling gold, daring you to disobey him.

“oh i’m sorry, did you want something?”

he said sarcastically. with that stupidly attractive smirk of his.

and then you say something bratty and lowkey uncalled for like calling him short or something😭

(idk i don’t like being mean so you can come up with your own snarky come back if you want lol)

and he just snaps.

you feels a warm comforting sensation spread through your body as he slips into your mind. he has you completely under his control.

he spreads your legs and ties your wrists to the head board.

he slaps your cunt repeatedly, hard. you cant stop the noises that leave your mouth. druig made sure of that. but even if he wasn’t controlling your mind, you’re not so sure you would have wanted to keep quite.

he spanks your clit until you cum. the pleasure unbearable. too much and yet not enough. unable to close your legs he continues his movements and overstimulates you into oblivion and you squirt all over him in the bed.

you whimper out apologies about the mess you’ve made. he doesn’t stop slapping your pussy as he hovers over you, kissing and biting your neck before whispering in your ear.

“Don’t apologize for something I wanted you to do. Use your brain for once, you really think I’d let you ruin my favorite sheets on accident. nuh uh baby, you’ll take what I give you and you’ll do it like a good girl or your cunt won’t be the only thing getting slapped tonight. So why don’t you just sit there and look pretty for me? Is that dumb brain of yours comprehending anything i’m saying right now? mmm that’s what I thought. It’s okay angel, Iove how stupid you are for me.”

Once he’s finished with you he stands up, pulling up his jeans and securing his belt. grabbing his boots and tying them lazily. He grabs his button up dress shirt that has been thrown haphazardly across the room. Not bother to put it on he slings it over his shoulder.

He lights a cigarette and takes a drag, tilting his back to blow smoke up into the air. he sighs contentedly.

you’re staring at him, waiting patiently for him to come free you from the uncomfortable position.

he’s released your mind, the only thing restraining you bring the rope keeping keeping your wrists tightly bound to the head board.

he smirks, letting his eyes run up and down your body as he admires you like you’re art. a pathetic piece of art that’s currently covered in bite marks and his cum.

he walks over to you, his footsteps echoing across the now silent room.

“you want me to untie you angel?”

He says softly. His voice laced with a gentle sweet tone you’d never heard his use before.

You nod cautiously, feeling flustered by this new side of his. The tears that had been steadily flowing had begun to dry. leaving your eyes glossy and lips swollen.

“Yes please.”

He raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘finish your sentence’

“Yes please sir.”

left your mouth as though it was second nature.

If someone had told you that you would ever use those three words to address Druig you would have laughed in their face. but it was different now, you could feel it.

Things were changing.

He laughed appreciatively at your words and knelt down next to you.

His hand cradled the side of your face guiding you to look at him. His eyes flickered to your lips as you nuzzled further into his touch.

He took another drag from his cigarette, maintaining eye contact while he did so. He tilted you chin up, forcing your lips to part. He took advantage of the small gasp that left you. And exhaled the smoke from his cigarette into your open mouth. His lips brushing yours as he did so, crashing your lips together in a kiss that was worth a thousand words.

When he pulled back you were panting, lips still parted as you stared up at him dumbly. He smiled again, that familiar glint of mischief evident in his smirk.

You looked completely fucked out. He loved it.

“mmm it’s a shame really. you look so pretty like this, honestly i’d be doing the world a disservice if i simply untied you right away. no i think i’ll let you figure that out yourself. you’re a big girl right? i mean, that’s what you tell yourself. here’s your chance, prove it.”

Sarcasm dripped from his words and you felt that all to familiar anger rise in you. that sweet caring Druig hadn’t been real, simply an act to make you think there was hope for the two of you.

“Druig please just-”

He tutted disapprovingly.

“Thought you would have learned by now? It’s sir. Why can’t you remember that? It’s honestly adorable how stupid you are.”

He spoke.

“Fuck you.”

You snapped at him.

He laughed and shook his head. He lifted the cigarette to his lips as he looked down at you, you were beneath him. Both literally and figuratively, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.

“Darling I just did? You really that desperate for my cock?”

Tears filled your eyes again, why oh why did you have to fall for the men who treated you like shit but fucked you like a god.

“Crying again? Wow you really are pathetic. You’re lucky brain dead sluts are my type.”

He exhaled another breath from his cigarette. It was almost out, only burnt ash remaining as the embers drew closer to the filter between his finger tips.

You realized this just as he did. What you failed to notice was the hungry look in his eyes as he settled on what to do.

And with one last hit the cigarette was out. He brought his hand down from his lips. The finished cigarette held between his fingers.

He casually brought fourth his hand and tapped the filter. The remaining cigarette ash falling and landing on your body. You gasped at the sensation, the ash was cold now having been burnt out for awhile. But it was the action itself that finally broke you. More of your tears fell as he rolled his eyes exasperatedly. The smile on his face indicated he was proud of himself for turning you into, not only a fuck toy but also his own person ash tray.

He checked to make sure the flame had completely died out and then flicked the filter. It landed on your stomach. and you whimpered at how degrading his actions were. fuck, why were you into this?

You shut your eyes, desperately trying not to let him see your tears. Knowing that they’d just spur him on.

He took another look at you.

And decided to finish his art.

He leaned over you, his face coming right next to yours as he whispered in your ear.

“You know this is all your good for. Don’t you?”

And despite the little voice inside your head screaming at you to tell him off. You nodded pathetically.

“Good girl.”

He whispered and promptly spit on your face and walked away.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He called over his shoulder as she shut the door, locking it from the outside.

Leaving you tied to his bed, unable to move your wrists from the rope keeping you securely in places

The evidence of your orgasm covered your thighs and the sheets below you. The rest of your face and body covered in his spit, cum, and cigarette ash.

Covered in him.

You were right about things changing. You just weren’t so sure if it was for the better. He’d made you his, you belonged to him.

But he was Druig and he belonged to nobody. Not even you.

I’m going to ruin that bastards entire fucking life.

You thought to yourself. The wheels in your mind starting to turn. A little ash wasn’t going to stop you from planning his downfall.

“Fuck it.”

You thought…finally deciding on what to do.

You were gonna make him pay, and it was going to feel fucking fantastic.

All you needed was a pair of handcuffs, a hotel room, a pack of Marlboro reds, and phone.

It was time to call in that favor Matt owed you.

And god knows he’s going to enjoy this just as much as you.

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✧₊⁎🩰♡🕊˚✧₊⁎

PART TWO…

OOPS I WROTE A MINI FIC IDK HOW THIS HAPPENED

also this is my first semi-dark fic??? sorry if it sucks! also it’s not proof read.

everything written in this story was consensual!! tagging for dub-con just in case!

aghhhhgg

xoxo,

allie🕊

tagging some ppl i think might be into this! ahhhh!!

@waspswidows @murdicks @lokianddruigsbitch @drownedpoetess

[slashingdisneypasta]

Okay yes, descriptions please! (If you don't mind)

Not at all!!! I'm so jazzed you're intrigued!!! ^^ 💛!!💘💥!💛!!💘💥!

First of all the basic plot of the story:

Hallie (the virgin) meets Edward Brown (the killer) and they hit it off- she's exactly the kinda girl he likes; friendly, kinda reserved, and they have... certain things... in common, it turns out. And to her, Edward's the perfect guy, too! He's a young English teacher at the high school and he's got this skinny Clark Kent thing about him?? Awkward, and funny. She doesn't realise he's a part of the little town's most powerful (and tight-lipped) family, the Bamford's (He was adopted into it- Edward Bamford-Brown), until she tells her best friend and roommate Maggie (the whore) about him. Maggie immediately develops a bad taste in her mouth when it comes to Edward she goes rogue and decides to investigate, employing Hallie's family doctor, Arthur (the scholar), and his old friend/new roommate combo, anxious ex-con Rodney (the fool), who just so happens to be Edwards adoptive aunt Carla Bamford's ex husband. Doors are opened for Maggie into the world of the Bamford's through Arthur and Rodney, and Winnie Bamford (the athlete) later, and she uncovers some bone chilling secrets about everyone in this family, and everyone a r o u n d them too, that make her determined to save her friend.

Basically I'm trying to tell a small town murder mystery using slasher movie tropes and themes (hence the virgin, whore, killer, scholar, fool, and athlete archetypes). And its f u l l of platonic love, because I don't think theirs enough of that around. And all the romances are doomed in one way or another.

Now the descriptions! ^^ 😅

Edward Bamford Brown: Age 30.

EDWARD! Our bastard. Edward is sorta nerdy looking. Like I said- he's got a skinny Clark Kent thing about him. Perfect dark hair (the curl), blue eyes, tall (almost lanky), broad shoulders- very handsome guy. Could be a total player, if he wasn't so awkward and sheltered (Instead he's kinda weaselly- well to everyone except Hallie and his mother). He wears mostly flannels over plain t-shirts and jeans combos and he wears dark-rimmed glasses.

Maggie E. Nashton: Age 25.

Maggie has some very bright, dusty purple hair cut in almost a bob (?? its short. Like collar length) and its usually messy, giving her the air of having just fucked someone- which likely she did. Her eyes are green and she wears dramatic make-up; ruby red lips and reds and oranges around her eyes, too. She's usually wearing a tight short skirt and knee high, sharp heeled boots. She wears purples, blacks, and greens.

Hallie Archer: Age 25.

Hallie looks like t h e interpretation of a Final Girl XD Straight blonde hair, tall, skinny, friendly face. Dresses conservatively but cute (Jeans, pale blue hoodies, pink t-shirts, white mittens, etc), and her eyes are a bright happy blue (even though, on the inside, our girl is actually very very sad. No I wont say why).

Winnie Bamford: Age 29.

Winnie is supposed to be very similar to Maggie... except just kinda off. Giving you uncomfortable de ja vu, because Winnie is just... well she's supposed to make everyone uncomfortable (*cough* especially her poor ex uncle rodney). She's the same height as Maggie and her hair's the same length, except its tamed and a plain brown colour. Her eyes are a dark grey, almost blue or black depending on the light. She plays netball (went to uni on a full scholarship for it) so she's always wearing something she can move in- if she cant move, she goes stir crazy. So cargo pants, swim-suits, sports-wear, basketball shorts, tank tops, etc. Usually in greens and browns. The woman doesn't wear as much make-up as Maggie does, but she will wear a little red eyeliner. If she doesn't have to, she wont wear shoes or socks. She has an excellent ass, too, (Maggie will attest). She worked for it!! XD 😅😂

Dr Arthur Canfield: Age 51.

Arthur's eyes are consistently described in the story as 'Brad Dourif Blue' XD I decided to keep the Brad Dourif face claim because Maggie's a huge Slasher fan and her favourite Slasher is Chucky! Arthur's most prominent feature is probably his hair, its very thick and kinda long-ish, and when he's focused (Which is pretty often- he's the sensible one. And genius), he's constantly running his hand through it. He most closely resembles BD in these Sons of Anarchy and Young Women's Blue's. I feel like he may look a little older though, cuz of the stress 😅😂

Rodney Hawk: Age 51.

Rodney's most obvious feature is that he's always wearing this caramel leather jacket (Which is a reference to another book I wanna write- but thats unimportant really), even when he goes to work (he's a cashier at a grocery store- its honest work and really its all he could get with his record. He doesn't mind it) he puts the blue vest over the top of his jacket. Rodney also looks younger then he is. I'd say he most resembles RE during the 90's?? Like in Urban Legend. But this Particular picture from Night Court is just perfect XD Rod's far less feral looking, he's trying his best to redeem himself from past crimes and he's got anxiety because of that, too. But the fluffy blonde hair?? The effortlessly sexy half beard?? Thats Rodney XD

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Hiiii! Both of you are amazing writers — I even went to your wattpad to read more 😫.

For this specific request, I would like Ash to write it:)

Could you write a Sukuna historical au? Except Sukuna is just a normal human. He’s well known in the village bc he’s loaded with money or powerful and he wants to marry you even though you’re against it bc Sukuna’s a misogynistic asshole.

Sukuna thought you just needed time to think about the proposal, then u would accept but that changes when he saw you on a date with someone else. You secretly went on this date — even ur parents don’t know. Your parents (more specifically your mom) wants you to get married to Sukuna but fortunately your dad is protective of you. That is, until Sukuna goes to your parents’ house while you were out and tells them about this secret lover you’ve been seeing. He manipulates them into thinking you’re a sex worker and that you need to get married otherwise no one will want you (or something along that line).

Moving on, your dad gives in and when u come home that day, your bags are already packed and ready to go with Sukuna. It happens sooo fast, when you arrived home, Sukuna ends up having possessive sex with some mixed yandere themes. Just rough sex with degrading!!

Hope this is not too long, kinda got carried away, lmao.

You could add whatever you like, twist it up a bit, make is angsty, tbh I don’t really care, as long as I get more Sukuna content cuz that man has me on a leash.

Thank you so much and both of you remember to drink lots of water!!

Thankyou for the ask, I’ve never written historical AU before so this was something new. Sorry for the wait but tysm for this detailed suggestion, it was very creative.

- ash

tw : yandere themes, oral, non con, dub con, misogyny, mentions of rape, orgasm denial, cream pie, facial, deception, sukuna an ass hole, forced marriage, probs a lot more, 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 2.8k

You were a daddys girl. You always had been and you always will be, thats why when you recieved the offer through the post your father was underwhelmed. Annoyed that somebody would want to take his baby girl from him

"Y/N Hes perfect! We can get started on your dress, prepare the wedding. I cant believe my darling is getting married to THE Ryomen sukuna!" Giddly, your mother bounced around the kitchen, almost passed out from the invitation.

"Mother I dont want to marry him." You mutter, hands crossed over your chest and eyes attached to the floor

You couldn't see what was so great about this guy, why does everybody love him? Woman swooned over him, men admiring him. He was nothing but a douche in your eyes, a try hard...a wannabe. Not to mention pretentious as fuck.

"Himari, I think give it a wait. Shes youthful."

-

"So what do you say y/n? Would you accept the honours of being my spouse?" He asks, hand cupped into yours as he rubs his thumb over. Cocky smirk planted over his face like he's doing YOU the favour.

His clothes reeked of his wealth, cape draped over his back and shirt cut so you could see the muscles running down his arms and biceps. Boots on his feet studded in diamonds and leather freshly stripped from the back of a cow.

"Sir. With all due respect I don-"

"I understand. Marriage can be complex, cooking, cleaning. I'm not ill-bred, ill look after our children." He chuckles, pearly white teeth shining like he knew what you was about to say. He could predict your worry, being married to someone as outstanding as him would be a hard job. But thats what marriage is for?

You caught his eye for ages, corset dress inching in your waist and bust of your breasts cupped up enough to see straight through you. He heard you were hard work, all about this feminist bullshit, but thats what drew him closer to you. The need to ruin you and swell your perfect tummy with his seed, for him to have a perfect, fiesty woman on his side. One thats different from the others, one that all men drool at but hes the one who gets to fuck you from the back till your screaming. To get you on your knees until your cumming at the sight of him.

"What? Ugh get off me-" You curse, swatting his hand away as you scowl at his vile words. For him to say that in such a public space is vile, imagine what he would do in the privacy of your shared room.

"-im only 20. I hadn't even thought of marriage!"

"Grown, a woman of your age should have kids by now. Im doing you a favour if anything!"

You knew you couldnt frown too much, scrunching your face is something rude women do. But you couldnt help it, you disliked this man with a passion, he was nothing but an ass hole in the shape of a prodigy.

Spinning around, the click of your small wedged heels trotted along the cobble floor, floppy hat held down in your left hand as you tugged down the weight of your dress with the other. Face starstruck and furious, but sukuna knew that was bound to happen. Sooner or later you'll be running back, begging for him to take YOU in. And for that he will wait, he will wait as long as you need, the build up to getting to ruin you in the bedroom was way to thrilling.

-

1 week passes and there was still no response to his ask. Its okay, your probably just considering the outfit your going to wear at your wedding as he bows down, pecks your hand, stares up into your shy eyes. Only to tear it off with his teeth whilst you speak with your family down the old telephone line, thanking them for their congratulations as you supress a whine as his fingers dance inside your tight pussy.

The weather outside was delightful, crisp sky, warm feeling. Not to mention the taverns and live saxaphone players. Sukuna loved this kind of weather, the opportunity to grasp at any compliment he can get for just revealing more parts of his skin.

-

"-And thats how I became courted to two women at once!" The man infront of you says, laughing at his own joke as he lifts the pipe from his lips and releases the air. The gas floating infront of your eyes and lips.

Pretty face rested tight on the palm of your hand as you mindlessly tugged at the loose hem of your dress. You came to believe you were hopeless at this dating thing, only attracting imbecilic men with egos bigger than their brains. Maybe this is why you were prohibited from dating.

"Ah. Well Satoru that sounds...delightful.."

"Doesn't it just! But it was a shame, none of the women had assets as beautiful as yours though."

-

Entering into the saloon, he was greeted with a smile by the boss. Waving him over to come sit by him and his friends. He was no stranger to this place, the owner loving him and wanting him to be his own son. Reminding him of how he was when he was younger.

"Sukuna! Havent seen you in a while!" The manager cheered, slapping him hard on the back as he nestled his fists in his hair. Sukunas wide spread arms resting on the back of the couch. Several other men getting up to greet him and sit around him.

"Quite a crowd you got in here today."

"Right on. Seems like a lot of beautiful women decided to come out."

"Alone?"

"Yep. And they're still curious why they get raped" A boisterous laugh eliciting from the men next to him, tears swelling up in the rim of their eyes from the top dogs own humour. He wasn't wrong though, bunch of cocottes.

"How's your wife?" Sukuna asks, sipping from the beer glass placed in front of him.

"Virtuous. I suppose you've found a woman you want to settle with?"

"Supposedly..."

"Well, if your still looking, the beautiful lady over there seems to be in a bit of a predicament. Perhaps you could help her out."

And thats where it happened, smile stripped from sukunas face as he sees you, pitched up on a high chair, legs crossed and red lipstick planting onto the glass in your hand as you sip on the wine given to you. Prohibition was a huge thing at this time, it was so unlady like for someone of your gender to be rebelling like that. But the worst thing was the man sitting infront of you, arrogant smile as he continues to talk on and on about himself. Sukuna couldnt believe it, you...on a date with someone else? Talking to someone else? Dressed up for somebody else? How could you do this- betray him like this, its so clear you dont pay any interest to the guy infront of you so what does he have that sukuna could not give to you. Your getting way too big for your boots and as a man, sukuna has a moral obligation to do whats right.

"Im sorry, would you excuse me? I have something I need to do."

"Leaving so soon?"

"...My apologies, please forgive me.."

-

Opening the door to your parents home you were faced with the noises of your mothers weeping and crying, the aura anger and disappointment, something you've so afraid of. Stepping in, you attempt to slip off your shoes, the tip of your toes bumping into the feeling of the wooden trunk, tied neatly with a bow. Inside sat all your possessions, thrown in with recklessness and lack of care.

"YOU WHORE! I cannot believe the nerve you have to appear foot on in this home!"

Glancing upwards, you were met with the red eyes of your mother. Her hand occupied with what looked like a comb and arm held back. Her face flushed with nothing but anger, you've never seen her quite so distressed.

And there you saw him, fauxly upset expression dragged on his face, hand rubbing on the small of your mothers back and hand gripped on her wrist to prevent her causing any harm to you - wouldn't want her damaging what's rightly his.

"W-what?"

"Y/N...-" You heard him speak, husky voice low and intimidating. Hand still rubbing your mothers back as she leaned to weep in his broad arms. "Your dishonourable, its only right your family knows. I apologise that they had to find out this way"

"Pardon..."

"Dont speak so tedious, entering this home KNOWING you’ve came back from working at a whore house. Only God can save you at this point…’

Spinning your head behind you were faced with the murderous look of your father, the one whose always sheltered over you, always defended your name, now ridiculing you, mocking you for something you were so clueless about. Your poor heart was about to break.

‘Your bags are packed, we don’t ever wanna see you again…’

Your face was hit with a heavy weight thrown at it, cheek bruised and your eyes swelling with tears.

‘I-father I don’t understand…’

‘Sukuna revealed all. You labour as a prostitute? I told you she should be courted and sent off…’

‘Prostitute?! Don’t be ridiculous, I would never-‘

‘Don’t deceive your parents y/n, there’s no point in creating a masquerade for your actions’ Sukuna spoke out, stern look in his eyes as he picks up your hand in his own, running the tips on your knuckles.

‘Your getting wedded. Your lucky somebody like sukuna would ever take you in…’

And with that your mother and father left the property, leaving you and the man of your misery stood tall and prideful infront of you. Captivating look in his eyes, like a predator whose just caught and torn apart their prey.

‘I- why?’ You sob, voice choked and bubbly from shock.

A loud slap to the side of your face startled you, it was ten times harsher than any you’ve ever felt, small body stumbled back and cheek bruised and sore. Your hands gripped up in a flash and body pulled towards him, the stench of alcohol and lust beaming off his figure.

‘Out with another man? What happened to my marriage proposal y/n? Your lucky a man like me would even want to take you in after hearing about your reputation…’

‘I-I never accepted it you scoundrel! Why lie to my parents…’

‘A white lie never hurts, but fuck I’ve been wanting you for too long…and now that your mine I’m never letting you go…’ His greedy lips quickly moving to attack to your neck, dark purple hickeys implanted in your baby soft skin, finally marking you as his.

‘We’re not even married! Don’t fornicate…please I don’t want this!’

‘Stop…squirming- fuck you are spoilt aren’t you’ Teeth moving down to harshly bite into your flesh, a scream eliciting from your gaped mouth, tears forming on your waterline as you try your hardest to push him off. Attempts useless in the tightness of his grip.

Slamming your body on the door, he inched lower towards your back, hands trembling over the clothed skin of your ass and hips, fingers gently prodding near to your clothed cunt.

‘A-aren’t you meant to be a gentleman?!’

‘Sluts don’t get my respect’

SLAP

‘They earn it…’

The rattle of your ass had his eyes lust blown, cock stirred in his pants at how your skin managed to shake so much even with material covering it. He took no time in tearing apart your dress from the zip on the back, watching the material drop to the floor. Exposed body covered in a simple bra and panties.

‘Is this why you didn’t wanna marry me? You were too afraid of showing me this body?’

‘Go to hell-‘ you spit, head still pushed deeply into the walls as you murmur the words out as loud as you could. Body trembled and shook with fear.

A fast arch of your back and insert of his cock had you screaming, your cunt filled with his large girth. All 12 inches rammed into your tight, unprepped virgin hole. Forced slick doing nothing but acting as slight lube for him.

‘Ah- I don’t appreciate women speaking to me like that…might have to teach you a fucking lesson.’ Fingers delving into your mouth, tearing your lips apart and dragging out your tongue. Panting noises coerced from your fragile body.

The flesh of your skin wiggled and bounced off his thighs, material of your underwear rimming sukunas tip every time he pulled out and slammed back inside of you. Choked moans and gasps pushed out of your weaker, tighter, smaller body.

‘A-Ah please…’

‘Please what?’

SLAP

‘Please s-sukuna I- it hurts…’

‘Nah, I own you now baby, waited too long to fuck this pretty pussy.’ He says, mesmerised in the way you take him in, the trembling of your legs under his touch. The way his biceps from grabbing you and twisting you how he wants you, the saliva collecting at the centre of your cleavage. ‘Say my real name..’

‘D-daddy..’

‘Daddy? Didn’t expect that but I’ll take it’ he laughs egotistically, secretely fawning at how sweet you sound, at how he’s achieved his one ultimate task of changing you. Making you his, marking you as his and fucking you as his.

‘S-shit what’s th- this feeling-‘ you mutter, stomach tightening and fingers gripping aimlessly at the wall for some help of release.

‘Dont fucking try it. Don’t cum.’ Pace quickening, his balls begin slapping at the under curve of your as. Your tired mouth and sore throat groaning at the bliss coming over you. Sukunas cum quickly filling up the parting between your legs, cream swiped up and down, melting and mending into your slick.

‘M so close-‘

And with that he stopped, grip on your hips and face moved to your shoulders. Forcing you down on the floor, weakened body hurt and the bruise on your cheek from the previous slap clearly evident. Water filled eyes and thighs tightening from your denied release.

‘W-why…’

‘Aw, you ‘gn cry? Your so fucking pretty, atleast cry when your choking on daddys cock hm? First and last cock you’ll ever have…’ he says, tugging up your chin and rubbing his dick infront of his face. Softened dick hardening quickly once again from your gutted expression, from how he managed to fuck up the life of an innocent, Victorian girl. The ones he’s wanted for so long, to teach, to change, to fuck, to breed… ‘your fucking MINE!’

Rubbing his tip across the rim of your lips, your salted tears dripped down to his cock, sensitive tip almost exploding once again from the feeling of your hitched breath so close to him. The doting look in your eyes peering up to him, begging him not to do this.

‘I’d fuck you better than that man ever could, your mine…got it?’ The query alarming you, your head nodding in pure fear of what he would do to you if you disobeyed him.

‘Good girl, mine mine mine…Open wide baby…’ and with that he forced your jaw open, slamming his girth to the back of your throat. Gagging and retching sounds forced out of your weak body, hands moving to claw at the skin on your thighs as you forcefully took it. Tear stain cheeks hollowed and puffed out from the tangy feeling of his shaft rammed deep inside you. Warm breath and coated saliva gathering along his most sensitive parts, hips rolling quick and the back of his head rolled back in ecstasy.

‘Sh-shit- should’ve fucked you so long ago..’

Your tongue ran across the rim of his slit every time he slammed into your mouth, the forced cup on your jaw making you stare up at him. Dark, sorrowful look in your eyes sent him off the rails. The wet spot inbetween your thighs growing again, tits jolting and moving with every thrust, you looked so innocent, so needy for sukuna to fuck you dizzy.

Short spurts of cum sent to the back of your throat, sour flavour tanging the tip of your tongue, body gagging and moaning, jolts sent to the core of his stomach, exploding straight onto you, mouth and tits covered in all his sperm. Completely marked and ruined, filth, disgusting, you were the prostitute that your family feared you would become.

‘Fuckk…’ sukuna rolls out, peering at the drips of cum running down your tits, ones you made no effort to move, instead focused on preventing yourself to cry, knowing he’s the one your forced to spend the rest of your life with.

‘I hate you…’ you spit, jaw cupped and plunged towards his lips, tongue swiped and sperm from his cock pushed down into your throat, assuring every last drop is swallowed and taken in. Every last part of him is inside of you…

‘…You’ll grow to love, both me and the tons of seed I’m gonna breed inside your tight pussy..’

-

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My little trinket

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Summary: the duke is not pleased by your refusal. But it does not matter you are already bought and paid for. Now you just have to accept it.

Warnings: Dark fic! Dark!charles, yandere, arranged marriage, swearing, forced matrimony, forced relationship, non con, forceful male, derogatory terms? Buying a wife? Sort of?

A/n: so never really tried a dark charles before... but now I've got a taste for it~

The duke stood before you smiling, his head tilted to his left waiting. You trembled, suddenly your dress felt tight,your free hand moved to tug uselessly on your bodice. Tears welling in your eyes. Still the duke watched, looking at you with a patient longing, yet below that was a satisfaction.

"N-no" you stuttered takeing a step back and removjng yoh hand from his quickly, just asmhis hand began to tighten

"Pardon?" He purred whilst blinking at you. Surely he was mistaken. Yoh wouldt deny him; he was a duke, powerful, rich the kings best friend and handsome! He was everything a woman wanted in a husband and he was even known about the court as a good fuck!

"No, i cant im sorry im flatered but i just... i cannot accept" you said entwining youf fingers resting your hands low o the torso as if it would protect you and keep your breaths even. His jaw tightened and he snarled, a low wordless sound that shook you to your core. He was angered, nevwr had you seen him angered to this degree and so quickly. It was frightening.

He chuckled looking to the sky taking a second to inhale a deep breath before locking his gaze witn you once more. This time his fury was tampered, hidden beneath the stromy blue gaze with a promise. He would not forget this slight.

"You will accept" he spoke puffing his xhest and standing taller, trying to seem imposing in his resolute certainty. He spoke candidly, with an ease as though he were stating fact.

"I do not-" you began arguing feeling more alarmed at his quickly shifting mood. He seemed almost manic in his mood changes. Anger should not fade so quickly.

"Im not here to ask girl. Im here to inform you that it is done. Therefore you will accept me for you have no choice, did you honestly think id leave this to chance? Up to you? That i would allowmy future to be decided by a woman barely cut from here mothers apron strings?" He scoffed, belittling you. All traces of tthe kind man that had asked for your hand momentts ago were gone. His patience had run dry, he was now a duke. Spoiled and unused to hearing the word no. Charles stepping forward dwarfing you quickly and one hand shot out grasping your arm and tugging you forward harshly.

"your mine" he growled lower and more savage then before.

"Then why ask for my hand?" You asked eyeing him carfully whislt trying to make a plan of escape. Not just in the present moment but how you were going to run from this so called arranged marriage.

"I wanted to let you believe in your silly notion of choice. It would be easier letting you think you had a say in the matter, when in actual fact you do not. You are already mine" he hummed craning his head down to yours smirking victoriously. He reveled in the fear that crept,along your face. The colour drainign from your face. He was willing to let you live a lie? And now he was gojng to trap you into an unwanted marriage? It was cruel, barbaric even!

"I could mount you here and now like a two pence whore and there would be no consequence" he added his evil smirk stretching to a grin. You gasped at hxim, his was how hw would speak to his bride to be? He was a cad!

"What? No my father would never force me- he would consult me on my match-" youd uttered shaking your head as hiis eyes bored jnto yours with a deep penetrative gaze. He was searching for something. Something beneath the surface.

"Your father has already handed me half of your dowery, it is sitting in my home as we speak" he purred stepping closer, pressing you against him in an unsightly display of intimacy. His feet now tucked below your skirt, almost stepping on your toes. He groaned as your hands rose pushing against him trying to fend him off but to no avail.

"No-no i wont do it! I dont know you, and what ive heard is-" you yelped and began thrashing harder not worried about causing a scene or drawing attention. But the duke laughed in your face, tipping hos head down to youqrs pinching your chin in a painfull holsd forcing you to look up to him. See his dark eyes gleaming with a violent delight. He liked your struggle. It made him bigger and bader, more powerfull. A hunter with its trapped prey.

"What you hear of me means very little pet. You are my betrothed, and i suggest your learn to like it. For we shall become very close, very quickly. Now take my arm i wish to take you around the court." He growled moving his arm for you to take. It was a sobering moment for you. He released you entirely but his eyes held you captive. There was a darkness there. One of which youd not seen before. It prkmies retribution should you foght him.

"I dont- i wish to speak to my father" you added stepping back a few inches but charles did not relent, he followed your meager movements. Clearly ready to chase yoh should you run.

"He is far too busy" he laughed shaking his head as if trying to explain the ways of the world to a child. It was a humourless laugh, full of disappointment and vindictive undertones.

"He is never to busy for me-" ou began trying to give the false sense of self confidence even thought you were w reck inside. How could this happen?! Why? Why was this duke goingmto claim you?!

"Oh but he is especially busy. I made sure of it" charles interupted ominously making your stomach drop, instantly fearing for your father.

"You? What have you done?!"

"I gave him everything his greedy heart desires. A title, lands, livestock a small fortune to count! Just enough shiney things to keep him occupied untill our ceremony. He will never know he traded shiney coins for a truly spectacular jewel" his words made you feel sick to your stomach. Money. The root of all evil! Yet it was the means to have anything you desire! With enouh money oh can ourchase anything, even a bride. Your father had unknowingly sold you like cattle. He'd lead you to the wolves den! Only this particular wolfs den was a large estate.

"Now hurry, i wish to parade my new little trinket around court" chalresmuttered twisting the words, makjng the ache in your heart deepen and throdpb tightly. You could barely catch your breath as his menacing yet cheerful disposition washed over you like youdd been plunged in to a foul bog of freezing water.

"You are cruel, i will never love you" you sobbed but raised a hand to his arm knwoing you had no choice, atleast untill you managed to talk sense into your father.

Charlse preened, smiling wider as you stood beside him looking straight aghead, tears rolling down your cheeks as you avoicpded looking at him. He was victorious. His victory gave way to his next few coocky words.

"No, but you will moisten, beg, plead, gush, wail, kneel and bend over for me. As you should for i am your husnabd, lord and master." He laughed embarassing you further, yoh couldnt help feel the degradation was punishment for your refusal. But he did not stop his next remark was even more of a blow.

"Be a dear and make peace with that soon. Alright? I dont want to have to find a switch or purchase a cane. The bruises would leave you uncomfortable when i fuck and breed you. Wife." The comment had the desired effect. You gasped snapping yoh head to him forgoing your imposed ignorance you yelp at him.

"Youd beat me?!" Your cry was of true fear. You didnt want to feel this powerful mans strength in such a fashion.

"Chatise my lady. I will chastise you untill you are a well behaved, polite obedient woman. I have admired you and i will have you. Come hell of high water i will have you in anyway i see fit, as maany times as i see fit" he breathed down at you with a strangly possesive tone. It was clear you were no wife. No love of his. You were simply a possesion, one he had paid a high price for and one he intended to use.