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Snake in the Garden Pt 3~Yandere!Lucifer X Reader

Hello guys, and welcome to the third installment of Snake in the Garden! This chapter is a bit longer than the first two, so I hope you enjoy the extra words. I'm excited to bring in the next chapter for you all and I bet Lucifer will be happy to see you too! The taglist is still open, so if you're interested in joining comment down below! As always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 3048

Warnings: Non-Con Kissing, Mental Breakdown, Forced Marriage, Swearing

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I shook as I locked the bathroom door behind me. I had left Lucifer in his workshop while I claimed I needed to do my business. Even with him so far away I was still so nervous. After I made sure nobody was around, I started emptying the pockets of my pants. I was keeping different colored pieces of fabric on my person and taking them out felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. Setting them on the counter, I went into the cabinet below the sink and pulled out my secret. In the privacy of the bathroom I was building a rope. Over the past few weeks I had been collecting different fabric from all around the palace. Napkins, towels, shirts, nothing was free from my building process. Sitting on the toilet, I grabbed my newly acquired material and tied it to the end of the rope. The rope itself was quite long and only a few more pieces would need to be added in order for it to reach the full height out of the window. Satisfied with my work, I put it back in the cabinet and went on my way back to the workshop. 

My days passed by slowly and I was counting down to when I could finally escape. Lucifer was getting touchy feely more than ever. It was so bad I couldn’t go a minute without his hands on me. I tried to tell him to stop but that just made his body get closer to mine and his grip to get a bit tighter. I absolutely hated it. His courting was getting worse too. Every day I’d wake up to a new rubber duck or bouquet of flowers being thrusted at my face, a wide smile on his face and a blush spreading from cheek to cheek. The only time I could find for myself was using the bathroom either for bathing purposes or other forms of business. 

One day I found myself in the dining room eating breakfast. Lucifer sat across from me reading his newspaper. However he seemed very fidgety as his leg kept bouncing underneath the table and his claws were tapping the paper in his hands. I was a bit nervous as I had never seen him act like this before and I wasn’t sure what was to come from it. After our plates were cleared, Lucifer came to my side and took me by the hand. He gave it a quick kiss before leading me through the glass doors to outside. We walked to a spot on the property I haven’t been to yet. We stopped by a small gazebo and inky black arms wrapped around my waist. “Ta da!”

One of his arms gestured to the dead grass in front of us. I was confused until I saw it change to a healthy green color. Amazed, I watched as bushes of flowers popped up from the ground and a tree with some apples grew before my very eyes. Rows upon rows of vegetables magically appeared as well. I gasped at how beautiful the scenery was before me. “I’d like to present to you your very own garden. I’ve been thinking of gifting this to you for a while but I couldn’t find the right moment. What do you think?”

I was speechless. All of this was for me? I understood this was part of his courting but the gesture was super nice.

“It’s…it’s beautiful, Lucifer. Thank you.”

He gasped and turned to me. His eyes lit up and a huge smile went from one red cheek to the other. “Was that a thank you I heard? Please hold the applause! Can we hear that one more time?”

I giggled. “Thank you.”

He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You’re welcome, darling. How about you take a look around while I grab some paperwork.”

He kissed my forehead and then poofed away in a cloud of red smoke. I coughed a bit as the smoke cleared and waved my hand to try and move it away faster. From where I stood, I could see the hole in the fence and as much as it called to me, I stayed put. I just needed some more time and then I’d be free. While Lucifer was away I walked around my newly acquired garden and smiled. It was actually quite the spectacle, but who could expect less from the Sin of Pride? 

Suddenly in a flash, Lucifer returned with a butt load of papers in his hand. “Did you have a chance to look around, my dear?”

“I did.”

“Is it to your liking? I can always add in more shrubbery or substitute the flowers for something else.”

“No, it’s quite lovely. Thank you.”

He puffed out his chest and smiled. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that. Now before I begin my boring paperwork, is there anything I can get you?”

“Perhaps a trowel and a bucket?”

“Of course.”

He snapped his fingers and next to me on the grass appeared those two items. “I’ll just be over at this table so if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask, sweetie.”

“Will do.”

“Good girl. Have fun!”

True to his word, Lucifer sat at a small, white, metal table and began working on his stack of paperwork. I was curious to know what kind of contracts and other tasks the King of Hell had to accomplish, but I just ignored that wish. Turning to the apple tree I noticed some weeds, so I headed over. Kneeling down, I took the trowel and began to dig out the vermin and put them in the bucket. Everytime I dug out a weed it seemed like another one appeared. I growled and kept going, but the process was soon becoming tedious. Just as I was about to give up, I heard chuckling coming from the table. I looked over to see Lucifer hiding his laughter behind one of his papers. “So you’re the reason I can’t get through this task. Get back to work, mister!”

I playfully shook my trowel at him and he gave a salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

I laughed and went back to shoveling. Without Lucifer’s magic making more appear, weeding the apple tree went fairly quickly. After that was done, I moved onto the other bushes and rows of vegetables. It took me several hours but I was finally done weeding. I wiped the sweat off of my brow and let out a breath. It had been a while since I was able to do something I enjoyed in this hellhole. Walking over to the table, I sat down across from His Majesty. I set the bucket with the trowel and weeds inside on the grass. “Whatcha reading?”

“Monthly business reports from the different Sins. I doubt you’d find it entertaining. I certainly don’t.”

I had to chuckle. It was kind of funny to see this side of him. Wait a minute, what am I thinking?! Are you stupid?! He kidnapped you and is trying to court you! Get a grip, woman!

I shook my head and fiddled with my fingers. “Say, how about I take you out for dinner tonight. You’ve been so lovely here at home and I think we both deserve a treat.”

Oh you have no idea how wrong you are.

“Sounds nice. Anything you want me to wear?”

A smirk grew on his lips and he ran his claws up and down my arm. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and I had to suppress a shudder. “That red dress we got you would be a nice statement piece. Really sell the whole ‘you’re mine’ ideology.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“I know you’ll do the right thing.”

Yeah right. 

I pulled my arm away so he’d stop touching it. “I was maybe going to go read in the library if that’s alright with you.”

“Of course, my dear. I’m almost done here so I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

I nodded and began to walk away. I heard him hum so I turned to look at him. He seemed so happy as he signed something. I almost felt bad for leaving him shortly but then I reminded myself of all the things he had done to me. Keep your focus, Y/n. Don’t lose sight.

I grunted and made my way inside to the library on the second floor. When I got there I walked over to one of the various bookcases. There were ten in total and each one reached the high vaulted ceiling. I scanned the titles of some of the books and landed on a fantasy novel, The Last Human. Quite the odd book to have.

I peeled it from its brothers and sat down in one of the plush leather, burgundy armchairs. I opened it and began to read. A few hours passed as I read, Lucifer coming in to join me at some point. He chose the chair next to mine and I felt his fingers playing with my thigh. I tried to not pay much attention to it and concentrate on my book. The novel itself was quite interesting, a spin on The Last Unicorn if you will. 

When night had fallen, the two of us changed. I donned the red, floor length garment that he wanted me to wear while Lucifer put on a black tuxedo. A servant drove us to the inner sanctum of the city and when we stopped His Majesty helped me out of the car. I thanked him and took the arm he held out. We walked into the posh looking restaurant and the cat hostess seemed surprised to see us. “Your Highness, welcome.”

“Hello. I placed a reservation for two earlier today.”

“Let me check the list.”

Her finger scanned down a piece of paper and then tapped a specific spot. “Here we are. Follow me please.”

She led us past several tables before we reached a table in the middle of the room. The table had a white tablecloth and vase with a rose in it. A candle in a glass bubble sat next to the vase in the center. Lucifer acted like a gentleman and pulled my chair out for me. He scooted it close before taking his seat. “Somebody will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.”

The hostess left us and not even a minute later an imp waitress appeared. “Hello, my name is Jenny and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get started for you two?”

“A bottle of your finest champagne, please.”

“Right away, Your Highness.”

She bowed and ran off. “Champagne? What’s the special occasion?” “What? A man can’t enjoy some fancy liquor with the woman he loves?”

He reached across the table and squoze my hand. I felt some heat rise to my cheeks and I looked away. The restaurant was quite packed. All the tables had some form of couple sitting at it. Our waitress returned with two tall glasses and a green bottle that read Beelzebub’s Special Brew. She popped the cork and poured some champagne into each of our glasses. “Now could I get you two something to eat?”

“Yes, just some pasta for both of us.”

“Of course, Sire. I’ll be out with that shortly.”

I watched as she ran off again. “I hope that was okay. I know you tend to favor pasta when Belfazaar serves it at home.”

“It’s fine.”

I grabbed my glass and took a sip. It was quite good, a bit on the sweeter side. “How is it?”

“Good. I’ll admit I haven’t had champagne since the last wedding I attended.”

At the mention of Earth, I could feel my aura dampen. While my “lover” tried to make my stay as homey as possible, I still longed for the green and blue planet. Lucifer must have noticed the mood change because the hand on top of mine caressed it lightly. “Still missing Earth, huh?”

I nodded. He sighed. “I thought I was making your stay in Hell quite cozy.”

“You have made it as comfortable as you can, Lucifer. Truly. I just miss my home is all.”

“Then perhaps I need to step up.”

Suddenly he stood and pulled out a black box. “Lucifer, what are you-”

I stopped when I saw him kneel. My eyes widened and my breath hitched. No, he couldn’t possibly be…

He opened the box and amongst the plush red velvet lay a golden ring made to look like a snake. Everyone in the restaurant started to gasp and I could see demons pull out their phones to record what was happening. “Please, don’t do this.”

The attention just made Lucifer more happy. “Y/n, I know you’ve been struggling with Hell lately. Trust me, I was there too once. However, I want to be by your side and make you comfortable, happy. More than anything I want to shelter and adore you. I think it’s time we made this official. Will you, Y/n L/n, marry me?”

My body stilled and my mind went blank. Everyone’s attention was on the two of us and the stares made my body flare up. I gulped. What should I do? What should I do?! WHAT SHOULD I DO?! If I accept, will I ever be able to go home? If I don’t, what will he do? He’s capable of so many things, what will he choose to do to me?

I could feel my breath getting stuck in my chest and my eyes started to water. Was it always this hot in here?

“I, I, I-”

“Please, Y/n. Make me the happiest man in all of Hell.”

He lifted the box a bit higher and the ring seemed to sparkle in the light. I looked into his eyes and could only find adoration there, them sparkling just like the ring. Everyone’s staring, just say something. JUST SAY SOMETHING, DAMMIT!

“Y-YES!”

I slapped my hands over my mouth quickly but it was too late. Lucifer plucked the piece of jewelry out of the box and put it on my ring finger. He stood up and for the first time kissed my lips. My eyes widened and I went to push him away, but he grabbed my hands in a tight hold. Everyone around us was applauding and cheering us on and I just wanted to die inside. He pulled away and caressed my cheek lightly. “I love you, my dear.” 

He sat himself back in his chair and smiled at me from across the table. I held my hand and looked at the piece of jewelry now adorning it. It was quite intricate for an engagement ring. Each one of the snake’s scales was engraved into the gold and a little diamond made up the eye. “Quite lovely, isn’t it? I’ve had that made since we first met. It feels nice to finally gift it to you.”

I was sick of looking at it, so I slid my hand under the tablecloth. So that’s why the courting had been ramped up recently. Because he was going to ask me to marry him.

“I thought it would be special to make it in the form we met in. That way it would be more meaningful to our relationship. I hope you like it, darling.”

I just nodded. I couldn’t force myself to say anything in case I said something rash and ruined my plan. Jenny came back to our table with two bowls and set them down. “Here we are. And congratulations on the engagement! I’m looking forward to the wedding.”

“Looks delicious, thanks!”

The two of us picked up our forks and began to eat. I slowly picked at mine and ate little bites while Lucifer talked. “So when do you want to have the wedding, darling? I was thinking a couple months from now when the Pentagram moon will be out. It’ll make the day even more special! Oh, we’ll have to get planning right away! I have so many ideas in mind, how about you?”

“I guess.”

“Are you alright, my little apple?”

“I’m feeling a bit sick actually. Could we maybe go home?”

“Of course, my dear. Let me just pay the check.”

Lucifer flagged down our waitress, paid the bill and then led me out to the car. Customers kept shouting at us congratulations as we left and I remained silent the whole ride home. When we arrived inside, I immediately headed for the bedroom. If I was going to escape, it better be tonight. “I think I’ll take a bath and then head to bed, Lucifer.”

“Alright. I’ll be in my office for a bit. I hope you feel better soon, dear.”

He gave me a light peck on the forehead and then left. Now to put my plan into action.

I headed to the wardrobe and pulled out a light blue nightgown. I grabbed it and went into the bathroom. Locking the door, I pulled off the red dress and put on the nightgown. Opening the cabinet, I pulled out my rope. Grabbing the red dress, I attached it to the end and tied the rope to the foot of the bathtub. Tugging on it to make sure it was secure, I unlatched the window and threw it out. I looked back at the door to make sure nobody was there and then began climbing down. My stomach twisted as I was quite high up and my foot had slipped a couple of times, but I finally made it to the ground. Peering around the corner of the palace, I saw David and Goliath sleeping in the front yard. Good to go.

I bolted as fast as I could to the hole in the fence. I moved aside the bushes and quickly squoze through. I hissed as the fence had caused a couple of gashes on my arm and tore a bit of my nightgown from the sharp edges. Looking around for some kind of direction, I saw in the distance the sparkling marquee that read Hazbin Hotel. I grinned and ran like my life depended on it.

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“human.”

Nightmare’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. The large, elegant fireplace at the centre of his castle was surprisingly nice to stare at, even if doing so made you so frequently lose track of both time and your mind. You lifted your head from the arm of the couch, staring across the ornate room at him- he was sitting in a chair by his oak writing desk. He was watching you, intently, with that strange unreadable expression he always had. His tentacles, usually writhing around, were simply draping down from his shoulders like a living inky cloak. 

“are you alright?” he asked.

“Mhm.”

... A short exhale, from his nasal cavity. His eyelight changed into a shape you recognised as annoyance.

“my asking was a formality. i can smell the tears from here.” He closed the book on his desk. “what happened today?”

You looked back toward the fire, self-consciously wiping off your wet cheeks now that he’d made note of them. “... I don’t really want to talk about it.”

You didn’t see how his socket twitched, but you didn’t need to see it. You knew that statement would upset him. Nightmare was strange, like that; he told you so little about himself, he divulged almost no information. But at the same time, he really didn’t like it when you didn’t want to tell him things about you. He never liked it when you didn’t want to indulge him.

“you don’t want to talk about it?” You heard his chair creaking, probably as he put his arm over the back of it. You had his full attention, now, a cat who realised you were looking away from him. “why not?”

You didn’t turn his way. “Because I’m like... ninety percent certain you did something to my other coworker, last time I complained about them.”

“i would never,” he said, saccharine. “so the problem is a different person, then...?”

... You elected not to say any more. It was the same coworker as before. It was always the same coworker. He was weird, leery, he made advances toward you that made your skin crawl and your stomach turn. And when you rejected him he would make your workday hell in ways you didn’t even want to think about too long. Since he was higher up than you in the proverbial food chain, when he would complain to management that you weren’t being a ‘team player’, it meant nobody took your complaints about his behaviour seriously.

There wasn’t much you could do about it. And considering how Nightmare ‘dealt’ with the last person you openly complained about, you had little desire to have anyone else receive his wrath.

Nightmare’s castle was one of the few breaks you had from the world. One of the few places where you could truly relax. 

... You heard Nightmare stand from his chair. You hardly noticed him approaching. He always walked with no small amount of elegance, his hands casually clasped behind his back. 

“... come on, dear,” he said, leaning over the couch a little. “your pretty soul is so withdrawn, today. you’re usually so lively. i don’t know what to do with myself, when you’re not filling the room with light. i miss it.”

You felt your cheeks flush, at his honeyed words. You were never sure how much of his sweetness was genuine, and how much was to just get what he wanted from you. Which sometimes stung; you found yourself liking Nightmare perhaps more than you should, considering how obviously untrustworthy he was. Your feelings were just something you’d have to deal with on your own.

“I can’t tell you.” You held your proverbial ground. “I know what you’re like.”

It felt strange, saying that. I know what you’re like. As if you knew anything about Nightmare, aside from what he had told you about himself directly.

He tsked. "... i suppose i can't be upset with a perseverance soul, for persevering in not telling me what i want to know."

He moved around the couch, sitting beside you. Why was he so focused on you today? Was he genuinely that upset you weren’t telling him who bothered you? Or was he being more honest than you’d given him credit for when he said he missed you being outgoing?

“is there something else i can do, then?”

...

You finally looked his way.

“... I mean. If you’d like, rather than kill my problems, you could try and cheer me up?”

...

Nightmare visibly paused. 

... His eyelight moved away from you. The speed at which his bravado disappeared was a sight to behold.

“... come on. that isn’t fair. you know i’m not very good at that.”

You tilted your head. “You’re not?” 

“my speciality is negative emotion magic, darling.”

“Oh.” You weren’t sure why you were disappointed. “That's ok. I was just messing around.”

...

He sighed.

Suddenly, tentacles were scooping you up, moving you gently away from your spot curled on the sofa arm. You made a small sound of surprise, as the ‘unwilling’ (he really didn’t look all that unwilling) skeleton pulled you in... up against his chest.

“... Are you cuddling me?” you asked, playfully. He was warmer than you thought he’d be. His smell was comforting, deep and complex, cedar and fine wine and obsidian; from your new spot, you couldn't see his face.

He settled into a more comfortable position, his claws gentle on your back. “i’m not good at... good feelings. but for you, i will try.”

... What a sweet thing to say. You could already feel your mood picking up. 

“I... I appreciate it,” you said, letting yourself get comfortable too. It was a surprisingly intimate position. You didn’t mind.

With the way your heart was beating, it was probably a little more than 'didn't mind'.

“though you cannot tell anyone about this,” he murmured.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. Couldn’t ruin his street cred, huh? Tucked against his chest, as you were, you didn’t see the way his smile grew at the sound of your laughter. A tinge of pride, and a tinge of blush, lighting up his inky face.

You weren’t looking a gift horse in the mouth. You nuzzled closer. “Works for me. I might fall asleep, though.”

“... well. ‘works for me’, too.”

The sound of the softly crackling fire filled your ears. Comfy, protected, with the one you had feelings for- there really wasn’t anywhere else you’d rather be. Sleepiness drew over you quickly... too quickly, you wanted to appreciate the moment more.

Nightmare, his face still dusted with cyan blue, started to quietly hum. 

... And then sing.

His voice was warm, and dark, and deeply soothing. His claws traced slowly up and down your back... his possessive instincts were completely satisfied. With your head against his chest, curly hair soft against his collarbone and jaw, you could feel his voice thrumming through your whole body, like a beautiful ancient harp.

“... moon river, wider than a mile,

i’m crossing you in style someday

oh dream maker,

you heart breaker,

wherever you’re going, i’m going your way

two drifters, off to see the world

there’s such a lot of world to see.

we’re after the same rainbow’s end

waiting ‘round the bend

my huckleberry friend

moon river...

... and me.”

... You were asleep before he had finished singing.

Nightmare usually immediately returned you home, after you fell asleep. It was always a convenient time at which to send you back to your world. But...

... This time, his arms settled around you, and he indulged himself in a few hours of cuddling the one he was in love with.

#commissions #nightmare is a great big baby who cosplays as a king and no i wont take criticism

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Needy

<Geto Suguru x Fem! Reader Drabble>

Warnings: Cunnilingus, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praising, creampies, the usual lol

A/N: I said Geto was next, so here he is! Next Drabble should hopefully come out soon but I won’t jinx myself lol. Expect to see Tengen next followed by Kishibe!

Word count: 1.5k

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You’d never get enough of him. Your fingers tangled in the inky mess of his long hair, tugging at the roots as his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs. You always pulled it out of its bun, whether it was intentional or not. You just needed to pull on it.

Suguru would never complain, he’d never deny you the opportunity. He enjoyed the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair, tugging so harsh that it felt like you may just rip the strands straight from his head. It was addicting.

The harder you pulled, the better he was doing. The chills that spread through his body were endless, accompanied by your sweet noises he was convinced there was truly no better experience out there for him.

Face buried between your thighs, your fingers in his hair, his name falling from your lips over and over. “A-Suguru please…” you wailed softly, thighs trembling and threatening to close around his head if it weren’t for his hands keeping them spread.

He hummed, sending vibrations straight through your cunt. Your back arched off the mattress, tugging his hair again in the process. You’d lost count of how many times you’d come at this point, too blissed out to even care. So long as Suguru was enjoying himself.

Which he was. He couldn’t get enough of you, the feeling of your throbbing cunt under his tongue, the taste of your arousal. His hips jerked against the mattress ever so often, relieving a bit of the ache and edging himself slowly.

You loved watching him, finding it almost too lewd to bear. It only edged you on, observing meticulously every movement he made. “Suguru…d-don’t you wanna cum…” somewhere in the back of your mind you had to assume at least an hour of this had passed.

He hummed again, something that sounded faintly like “no”. You wouldn't settle for that, thighs trembling as yet another orgasm crept up on you. “S-Suguru please… let me do something f-for you.” His answer was lapping a little more vigorously at your clit.

His eyes shot up your body, locking with yours. There was a silent command behind his gaze, something that was telling you to shut up and let him do as he pleased. You broke his gaze, head falling against your pillow as you came again.

Your hands fisted his hair again, tugging as you cried out from overstimulation. It was warm, too warm, almost. All you could think about was the warmth of his mouth on your cunt, his arms hugging your lower half to his face. It was enough to leave a sheen of sweat on your brow.

“Suguru please…” you tried again, pulling hard enough on his hair that he finally left your cunt alone. “Kiss me.” You pleaded softly, aching to feel his lips elsewhere. He stared at you for a moment, pupils blown wide and chin shining with your release.

“So needy, even while I’ve been satisfying you.” He chuckled as warmth spread across your face, your eyes unable to maintain his gaze a moment longer as he moved back up your body. The kiss was gentle, his lips easily parting for you to sweep in.

He pulled away just as quickly, hovering over you to observe you once again. “Is that what you wanted? To taste yourself on my lips?” He muttered, hand coming up to wipe the saliva present on your lower lip. “N-no. Fuck Suguru I want more.”

You were still aching, despite all of your overstimulation you were still aching for the man above you. “More? How so?” He was bending down again, placing kisses along your jaw and trailing to your neck. “Tell me, what more are you looking for?”

“I want you… all of you.” Your hips lifted, pressing further into him. Suguru smiled against your skin, sucking softly along your pulse point. “That so?” You were wet enough to take him, it was nearly impossible not to be at this point. “Very much so.” You sighed.

“Well, I guess I should give you what you want since you’ve been so patient with me.” There was a shit eating grin on his face as he straightened, pushing up on his knees to tower over you and put on a show. “Even after the amount of times I’ve made you come, you still want my cock?”

You watched as his hand wrapped around his base, tugging softly. Of course you wanted it, it was just as pretty as the rest of him. The perfect length, the perfect girth, the way it curved ever so slightly. It was flushed, needy looking, dripping with precum just for you. Of course you needed it, never mind wanting it.

“Fuck yes.” You smiled, spreading your legs a little further for him. You watched a blush spread across his face, painting his golden skin a pretty pink. You opened your mouth to comment on the blush only for him to cut you off “not…a word.” He was turning more red by the second, it didn’t take much for you to make him crumble that was for sure.

As much as Geto Suguru loved to tease you, edge you and overstimulate you, shower you in praise and degrade you at the same time. It didn’t take nearly as much to get him flustered, to get him worked up until his emotions clouded his judgement. Sometimes it was as simple as admiring him in a particular way.

Like you just did, smiling gently, spreading your legs a little more, telling him that you were just as needy for him as he said you were. His failed degradation attempts always backfired into the best outcome. “C’mon Sugu… fuck me… I wanna feel you so bad.” Your arms outstretched, motioning for him to return to you.

That was more than he could handle, any self restraint that he had left went out the window. Suguru was on you again in an instant, toned body pressed flush against your softer one, cock aligning with your entrance. He pushed inside of you as his lips slotted with your own, swallowing up your gasp easily.

He bottomed out, not giving you time to adjust because he knew you could take it, you always could. He only paused for a moment to relish in the feeling of you fluttering around him, warm and wet and so damn addicting. It was as if you were built just for him, no other man would ever be enough for you. No other partner would ever be enough for him, either.

No one could pull his hair, call him sweet names, fit him as perfectly as you did. “Can I move?” It was hoarse, pressed to the shell of your ear as your hands found their home in his black strands again. “O-of course.” Your thighs trembled as you hooked your legs around his waist, hands fisting his hair to keep yourself grounded. Suguru began moving, hips drawing back slowly before pushing toward again.

It was a steady movement, one that built in intensity as he found his rhythm. His tempo depends on the noises you made, gauging your reaction based on the way you pulled at his hair. It was enough to send goosebumps throughout his whole body, littering his skin and pulling the chills through him. He couldn’t get enough, completely and utterly engulfed in you.

“Ah fuck… Suguru…” you whined, the familiar build in your gut coming easily with the overstimulation he dealt you. Like a cord tightening and waiting to snap, his hips didn’t slow, if anything they picked up on speed. “Gonna cum, pretty girl?” He cooed, sweat sliding down his temple as he focused on not coming before you… not that you’d care.

“Yes…but I want you to cum with me.” You whined, walls clenching down around him as if to prove your point. You wanted to feel him cum when you did, you didn’t want him to pull out like he typically did. “Y-you…are going to kill me ya know… making requests like that… so innocently.” He was going to cave before you did, body betraying him with each thrust that he couldn’t slow down.

His hand slotted between your bodies, finding your clit easily and rubbing harshly. “Fuck!” You yelped, far too sensitive for the way he was stimulating you. It didn’t take much more than that, your walls spasming around him as you gushed, liquid spraying his hips and dripping onto his mattress. For a moment you swore you were seeing stars, barely able to process the feeling of Suguru filling you.

“A-all that and you can’t even focus enough to feel me cum in you, huh?” He choked out, limbs feeling like jelly as he worked himself through his own high. “I-it’s your fault… Sugu you’re the one that…” you couldn’t be bothered to finish, shockwaves of pleasure cutting you off as his hip’s seemingly couldn’t still.

“What was that? M-my fault?” His hips had come to a shallow rock, fucking his release deeper into you. He couldn’t bring himself to still, even as he began to go soft. “Y-yes your fault…making me come like that…” you teased, body still trembling as his weight finally settled on you. Like your very own weighted blanket.

“Well then… I guess we’ll have to try again.”

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[rose-pearls]

Watching you go - Part 11

Here is the new part!! It took some time but it's here and I hope you like it!

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The sun had been shining for the past few days and you couldn’t stop smiling. The whole district seemed happier when the sun came out, which helped with the underlying tensions that always seemed to be in district twelve.

“Alright, I need your honest opinion.”, you hear Peeta say as he comes out of the bakery, the back door closing behind him.

“I promise.”, you tell him, and he smiles shily before showing you a small cake with a large scoop of frosting on it and some decorations.

“Peeta, it’s beautiful.”, you can’t help but whisper as you look at all of the small details, the flowers and the greenery. The boy seems unsure at your words, but you smile brightly, making him sit down next to you.

“Thank you, it’s a test. If they sell out at the end of the day my mother has said they will be a weekly occurrence.”, he seems nervous at the prospect, so you take his hand in yours, squeezing it in reassurance.

“I’m sure people will be rushing in to buy them.”, you tell him and Peeta smiles softly at you, that now familiar look in his eyes, full of love.

It had taken some time to get there, mainly you thinking that Peeta was in love with Katniss and the boy proving you wrong every step of the way. He had been looking at you like you were the somehow the best thing that happened to him and you looked at him the same way.

You never thought of Katniss and Peeta again, until they went into the games and suddenly there was third person in your relationship. Or so you thought, it seemed as if now you were the person too much in the relationship and not Katniss.

--

You couldn’t breathe, it was like someone had their hands wrapped around your throat, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Hey, kid, focus!”, you hear Haymitch say, and you take a shaky breath, holding onto his arm and trying to keep your beathing at a normal pace. 

He takes your hand and puts it over his heart, making you take deep breaths with him and after a moment you finally manage it, tears sliding down your cheeks.

“What happened?”, he asks softly as you fall against the wall, your legs close to you as if they could protect you from the harsh reality.

“I can’t – I”, he nods quietly, as if understanding that you couldn’t explain it. 

“It was the sight of them, right?”, Haymitch asks after a moment and you look at him, with the same blue-grey eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know the girl was there.”, he says, and you simply shake your head, it wasn’t his fault.

“It’s a shitty feeling, right? Seeing the person, you like falling in love with someone else.”, you look at him with questioning eyes, he looked cynic, but there was sadness in his eyes.

“Are you talking about my mum?”, you ask him quietly, you hadn’t approached the subject with him but maybe you needed to talk about it.

“No, it wasn’t her.”, he says softly, and you look at him for a moment before you remember something.

“You really are like Haymitch.”, Johanna had whispered in the hospital, a soft smile on her lips.

“Johanna.”, you say and for the first time you see him flinch in response.

“How do you know?”, he asks, eyes wide as if you had just discovered his darkest secret.

“I was wondering how Peeta was, and she said that I was just like you, more busy worrying about others then myself.”, he closes his eyes like it’s painful.

“What happened?”, you ask softly and Haymitch lets out a sigh.

“It’s nothing compared to your love story with lover boy there.”, Haymitch says, and you know that he is trying to avoid the topic, you did the same thing.

“Every story is different, doesn’t make it less important.”, you tell him softly and he chuckles before looking at his hands that are wringing his beanie. 

“When Johanna got out of the arena, she had no one, her mentors didn’t help her, so I took her under my wing. She was the first person to tell me my four truths to my face, the rest had always been too scared.”, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the image of an angry Johanna spewing words at him.

“Yeah, she was real fun back then. But little by little she started opening up and so did I, we told each other practically everything without even realizing it. She reminded me of my first girlfriend and slowly I started falling for her.”, there is a sad smile on his lips at the words and you take his hand in yours.

“She never felt the same, she was in love with Finnick. The boy had taken some time to realize how amazing she was but once he did, he finally saw what was in front of him and he took the chance I never had.”, there are tears shimmering in his eyes and you squeeze his hand.

“Why didn’t you tell her?”, you ask him softly.

“Because she deserved better than an old drunk like me. Plus, she was never really interested, she always had eyes for Finnick.”, he whispers, and you feel frustrated at his negative thoughts.

“You are far more than an old drunk.”, you tell him and your father scoffs at your words, but you shake your head.

“You won the 50th Hunger Games and had to go to every game after that, that is not something a coward would be able to do. Sure, you may have a drinking problem but, in the end, you were always there for the people who needed you, Katniss, Peeta, Johanna and me. You are insanely smart and cunning you just need to believe in yourself again, don’t let Snow win in making you believe that you are useless.”, he is looking at you with teary eyes, but you can’t stop yourself.

“And you are my goddamn dad, whether it was planned or not you are, and I will not let you bring yourself down. Never let anyone make you feel insecure about yourself, you deserve so much. And if that person doesn’t realize how amazing and wonderful you are then it’s her loss.”, you tell him and after a moment you think of your words, the words that you should also be telling yourself.

Peeta wasn’t in love with you anymore, no matter how much you would try to ignore it and push everything aside. He wasn’t the sweet boy you had met at the bakery, the both of you had changed whether you wanted to or not.

“I think I need to do something.”, you whisper and Haymitch nods in reassurance, there is that knowing glint in his eyes that tells you he already knows what you are going to do.

“I’m here if you need a pep talk or just someone to be with.”, he tells you and you nod in response. He smiles softly at you before kissing your forehead.

“Thanks for the pep talk sweetheart.”, he whispers, and you smile at him.

“Anytime you need it.”, he nods in response before leaving you in the hallway, thinking over what you were going to say.

--

He looks surprised to see you there, his blue eyes wide open but there is a familiar smile that appears.

“Hi.”, you say, unable to move from the door and Peeta nods in response, like he is unable to say something at the moment.

“How are you doing?”, you ask him as you manage to make your feet move towards the end of his bed and you sit down at his feet.

“The doctors say that I’m doing better, some memories come back, and others don’t.”, he looks unsure at the end, like he doesn’t know if he should say it or not, but you simply nod.

“You can tell me that you don’t remember us, I won’t get mad.”, you tell him softly and he looks at his hands for a moment, fiddling with his bedsheet, he always used to do that when he was nervous.

“How are you doing?”, he asks, his blue eyes meeting yours and you smile, trying to reassure him.

“I’m fine, the doctor told me that I could leave the medical ward and that Johanna should check on my wounds.”, you tell him, and he snorts softly.

“Better be careful with Johanna.”, he says teasingly, and you laugh at the words.

“She’s alright, she was actually the first person I saw when I woke up and she didn’t immediately start yelling around.”, the boy laughs at your words and there is a silence that follows your words. For the first time in a long time, you don’t know how to fill it.

“You like her, Katniss.”, you say after a moment and Peeta looks at you with wide eyes but before he can say anything you start talking.

“I know you do; I recognize the look in your eyes. You used to look at me with that look.”, you tell him, and he seems ashamed of the words.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispers, and you let out a shaky breath.

“It’s not your fault. The worst part is that the both of us haven’t had a say or do in this.”, he looks at you with sad blue eyes and you look at him with tears welling up in your eyes.

“I’ve loved you since I was a little girl and I saw you behind your father’s legs. But we aren’t the same people we were before you got reaped, we tried to make it work but it didn’t in the end.”, you say, your breath shaky as you talk and Peeta takes a deep breath.

“It’s not your fault, I want you to remember that. You didn’t have any control in what happened in the Capitol and even before you got captured it was not perfect.”, you tell him as the blond boy closes his eyes.

“I will always love you, some part of me always will and I will always cherish the moments that we had together, but we can’t keep pretending that all of this didn’t happen.”, Peeta seems pained at the words, and you feel sick at the thought of hurting him.

“I have to choose myself and give you the chance to discover everything again without me holding you back. That doesn’t mean that I’m giving up on you, I’ll always be there for you, but this is me choosing myself for once.”, you tell him, and he nods in understanding.

“You’re right. I was scared to hurt you, but we should’ve done this sooner.”, he says, and the words hurt more than any wound you could ever get physically.

“Don’t be a stranger Mellark.”, you whisper softly and Peeta smiles sadly.

“Don’t be a stranger either Abernathy.”, he whispers, and you shake your head, promising yourself that you would be there for him.

“Goodnight Peeta.”, he whispers goodnight back and you get off the bed, walking towards the door feeling like you are losing a piece of yourself.

And as you close the door behind you, the tears fall down your cheeks and you feel like someone has ripped a part of your body off. 

You feel arms wrap themselves around your body and you get ready to push the person off until you recognize the pine smell that Johanna always carried with her, and you just fall in her arms sobbing.

“Haymitch told me you would need me.”, she whispers, and you hold her tighter, sobs leaving your lips.

“It’s okay I’m right here, I’m not leaving.”, she whispers, and you close your eyes, wishing for the memories of the blond boy to disappear but they just flash in front of your eyes.

You don’t realize that at the same time the boy with the bread is watching the door with tears streaming down his cheeks, memories coming back one by one.

#hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games #hunger games x reader #the hunger games peeta #peeta mellark x reader #peeta x reader #peeta imagine #peeta mellark #i love peeta

[mx-monster]

I have a lot of Horny Thoughts about the incubus. It’s such a cliche and so overdone but it’s just so hot. MM, corruption/virginity kink, a leetle dubcon, nsfw maybe one day it’ll become a full story but for now just enjoy my horny rambling

The son of a fire and brimstone preacher has been homeschooled all his life, with little interaction with anyone outside the church his father preaches at.

The church he’ll one day preach at.

He has a girlfriend but they’re waiting until marriage to kiss. He doesn’t understand why his peers are having such a hard time abstaining from the sins of the flesh. It’s easy for him. He’s never even watched porn. And aside from night time expulsions, he’s never had a proper orgasm.

He’s exactly everything he’s supposed to be. Free from sin. Free from failure.

Until the dreams start.

He feels weight on his chest. Something was laying on top of him. He blinked his eyes open only to have his breath stolen by a pair of brilliant gold eyes. The strangeness of the eyes didn’t stop with the color of the iris. Where the whites of the eyes were supposed to be, there was inky black. And instead of roundness the pupils were thin, vertical slits.

The eyes of a snake.

Of a demon.

He was in his bed with a demon sprawled out on top of him.

It had to be a demon. The creature had blue skin and a pair of horns that sprouted from its long, inky black hair. And yet, despite its alieness, he could not look away from the sharp angles and planes of the creatures face. So enraptured by the creature, he didn’t notice it begin to grind its sex into his own clothed cock until a wicked heat sparked deep in his belly.

“I see you’ve noticed my gift, sweet one,” the demon purred. And God that voice, “I’ve been blessed with two cocks. Do they feel good?”

Yes, they did, he loathed to admit. Bolts of electric pleasure sparked underneath his skin with every roll of the demons hips.

It was just a dream he could have this in his dreams

The sound of his own wrecked whimper broke him out of his lust induced haze.

“Get off me,” he snarled, scrambling out from underneath the demon. As the demon sat back on its haunches, the covers fell away revealing the demon in all its naked glory. Blue skin that stretched over lean muscle. Elaborate gold tattoos adorned the demons arms, torso, and legs. He traced the intricate patterns with his eyes until his gaze fell to the two thick cocks that stood at attention between its muscular thighs.

The demon gave him a pacifying, nearly condescending, smile.

“Don’t worry, sweet one. I have no plans on forcing myself on you. That defeats the purpose. I plan on taking my time with you. To truly savor you. A meal like you is rare nowadays,” the demon reached out a clawed hand, tracing the preachers sons jaw with a long, black talon, “I’ll take you in my mouth first. And then you’ll take mine into yours. I’ll press your face into the pillow while rut into that virginal hole of yours and then I’ll turn you over and lavish myself on your cock until I’ve had my fill. I’ll have you in front of God and you’ll cry tears of ecstasy. But not until you want it. Until you’re crying for it.”

“I’ll never want it.” The preachers son growled through clenched teeth. Heart beating wildly with rage and perverse desire.

The demon’s golden gaze flitted down to the tent in his sweat pants. A grin bloomed on it’s face, revealing a mouth full of pointed teeth, “we’ll see about that.”

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,055

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

Rating - SFW

Length - Short

"Look I know water is scary Lixian, but I'll be with you the whole time." (Y/n) encouraged her friend through discord, trying to coax him into following her character into the lake. "No no I'm good." Lixian laughed nervously, backing his character away from the water. "But there could be secrets!" (Y/n) tried to insist, but Lixian only scoffed in response. "They can stay a secret!" He argued making (Y/n) laugh. "Okay okay, I'll go by myself." She sighed before walking her character out into the inky black water. "If you get attacked I'm not helping you." Lixian warned with a laugh. "I know." She smiled to her camera. "Isn't he a great friend guys?" She asked her chat, laughing when he scoffed in mock offence. "I already told you, I will not go near that water." Lixian pointed out. "Yeah yeah I know." (Y/n) chuckled, only moderately disappointed to find there were no secrets, or any scares to be had. "Oh hey love, thank you." (Y/n) spoke to someone off camera who's arm briefly came into sight, placing a glass of her favorite warm drink on the desk. "What?" Lixian asked in confusion. "Oh sorry Lix, my boyfriend just brought me a drink." She explained, beaming when he leaned over and kissed the crown of her head. "Nice. I've got coffee." Lixian stated before sipping his drink. (Y/n) watched as her boyfriend moved across the room, setting on the loveseat in the room. "Wow my chats going crazy." She mused as she looked at chat. "About what?" Lixian asked curiously. "They wanna meet my boyfriend." She looked over to find him already looking at her. He shrugged his shoulders and stood up again. "Okay you guys win, he's been watching the stream on his tablet, and he's agreed to say hello so you get to meet him." (Y/n) spoke to chat. "Oh let me pull up your stream I wanna see." Lixian mused aloud, pulling the stream up so his chat could see as well. "Okay guys this is my boyfriend Axel." (Y/n) introduced, as he knelt beside her, looking onto the camera. "Wow he looks familiar." Lixian pointed out, both his chat and (Y/n)'s going crazy. "We hear that a lot." She chuckled softly. "He looks like Wesker from Resident Evil!" Lixian gushed suddenly, making (Y/n) grin. "Yeah I tease him about that all the time." She mused before kissing her lovers cheek. What they didn't know was that he was in fact Albert Wesker, having crossed from his world into theirs several years ago, and he's been with (Y/n) since he arrived in this world. "Hello everyone." He spoke to the camera, smirking in a signature way. "Oh my god he even sounds like him!" Lixian gushed again, making (Y/n) chuckle with a knowing smile.

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(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

I'm really tired right now, and I feel like this one sucks, but ima post it anyways!

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[fortune-fool02]

A Tender Moment

Jack Krauser x female reader

Summary: A soft moment between Krauser and his lover.

Warnings: No spoilers for RE4 Remake, fluff. 

I couldn’t help myself, I needed to write for this man. Feedback and comments are highly appreciated! Thank you for reading! Sorry if this is a bit short.

Please enjoy.

Moments like this were few and far between. The night sky was still and silent, a mass of inky darkness disturbed only by specks of silver stars and the occasional cloud passing by. A faint breeze passed their window but it was barely even a whisper.

[Name] took a soft, quiet breath before rolling over a little, her eyes peeking over her shoulder to look at the man laying beside her. Krauser’s back faced her, the silhouette of his body moving steadily as he breathed softly. The rise and fall of those strong shoulders that often left her weak in the knees. Krauser slept shirtless tonight rather than in the vests he often did, the temperature just a little too warm for his liking. Her eyes lightly trailed along the few scars littered along his back, a part of her wanting to lean forward and kiss along them as she often did, a comforting gesture that both of them shared. 

While Krauser seemed to be sleeping, [Name] couldn’t find her own peace for it. No matter how she tried. Carefully rolling over fully, trying not to disturb Krauser, she moved closer to his sleeping form. His build was larger than her own but she didn’t mind it one bit. Her arm moved along his waist, her hand resting flat against his stomach as she nuzzled against him a little. The heat of his body comforting despite the warm night. 

“You’ve got a thing for trying to be a big spoon, don’t you?” Krauser’s voice spoke softly, surprising her a little to see he was actually awake. A light chuckle left her lips at this before nodding against him. 

“It’s not my fault you’re nice to cuddle.” She pointed out, pressing a light kiss on his shoulder blade. His hand moved and rested over hers, the size difference between them was almost funny as she interlocked his fingers with hers, pressing herself against his back more. “Like a big, mean teddy-bear.” [Name] added, a teasing smile on her lips. 

“Oh, a teddy-bear, eh?” Krauser hummed, looking over his shoulder at her. The scar along his face catching in the moonlight. She smiled softly, the scar had never bothered her. If anything, it only reminded her how strong he was. When he first came home with it, still raw and in the throws of healing, she couldn’t help but hug the man, thankful that he was alright and alive. Though he never told her how he obtained it, she never pushed him to tell her. 

Instead, whenever he came home with a new wound or anything along the lines of such, she would simply take him into her arms and kiss him. She would hold him together, keeping him from falling apart entirely. Even if Krauser didn’t show it, she could feel it. 

“Yep.” She leaned up a bit more and kissed his cheek, “My big, angry teddy-bear.” A soft chuckle rumbled from him as she spoke before he readjusted himself, turning around to face her, his eyes looking down at her a little. His pale eyes gazing down at her, for a moment, she was certain they lightly glowed in the dark. His large arms snaked around her waist, pulling her up against his chest. A light smile tugging his lips as he leaned down, capturing her lips with his in a slow, deep kiss. 

[Name] smiled at this, her hand raising up and gently stroking his cheek as she kissed back. His lips soft against hers, even with the slight roughness of the scar that nicked his lips. It felt good to her. The light roughness of his hands brushed against her skin, leaving light goosebumps in their wake. His hands were always something she liked. Their shape. Their callous texture. How his fingers moved whenever he was twirling one of his knives, their fluid movements that made it look so simple and yet so enchanting to watch. His hands that could inflict such a brutal, strong punch and yet they held a softness, gentle care whenever he touched her. 

Her hands moved around, grabbing his and bringing them up to her lips, pressing soft, delicate kisses along his knuckles. Krauser didn’t speak a word, he laid there, his eyes watching her every little move. Her lips were gentle, sweet, softer than anything he had ever felt before. If she knew what those knuckles had done to people. The blood they spilt. The vile nature they took on when he would allow them to, how they would distort beyond recognition. Mutate... 

That was something he would ensure she never found out. What she didn’t know would not hurt her. 

But he couldn’t stop the smile that lifted his lips as she kissed them. Her lips pressing a kiss on each knuckle individually before she held his hands close to her chest, holding them close to her with a warm smile on her lips. His fingers interlocked with hers, holding her close as he kissed her head. “Get some sleep, love.” He hummed, savouring the comfort of holding her close, of her in his arms. 

"I don't want to." [Name] softly protested, holding his arms more and kissing along his hands more. "I'm going to stay awake and kiss your hands all night along." Krauser smiled at this, chuckling softly at her.

"I give you five minutes before you're asleep."

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[girlboybug]

tear you apart

"i want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as i whisper in your ear, i wanna fucking tear you apart."

didn't anyone warn you about the man who lives in the cabin in the woods?

what's playing 🎧: tear you apart by she wants revenge

pairing : joel x reader

word count : 4k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, dubcon, unsafe/unprotected piv, size kink, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, slight bondage with ropes, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cumshots, virginity taking, unspecified age gap (but if you wanna know joel is 50, reader is 21) sir kink, impact play, lots of spanking, light face slapping nothing intense, choking

TRIGGER WARNINGS : dubcon, slight themes of being held hostage kinda, joel is so mean and scary frowny face, unsafe piv, threats of knife usage, overall stranger danger!!!

a/n heyyy party people i’m sorry i’ve been so dead, work has been taking a lot of my time lately :( i miss u all dearly :( pls accept this as a little halloween treat from me to you <3🎃 comments rlly motivate me so if you enjoyed this plz lmk down in the comments!!!

you really should have known better. no one in their right mind would be in the predicament you’re currently in. feebly following behind a burly man, allowing him to lure you into following him deeper into the maze of a forest, all with the promises of shelter and a working phone. 

you hug yourself to soothe the nerves ricocheting like bullets all throughout your body, and he turns his head, glancing down at you from behind his broad shoulder to ensure you’re keeping up. you crane your neck upwards to offer a shy smile. you tell yourself that you were able to see the corner of his lips perk, just a little. 

he says nothing of grandeur when he pushes open the front door of his cabin nestled between a thick brush of trees and bushes, sitting adjacent to an inky black lake illuminated by the full moon. 

he walks in first, looking at you expectantly to close and lock the door behind you, to which you obey immediately. 

the decor is very…texan, a moose head watches your every movement from above his mantle as your heeled feet carry you to his worn in recliner, sitting down in it when he motions for you to. 

he sits down in front of you, his ankle resting on his knee, big hands dwarfing the arm rests, his eyes taking their time to really drink you in. “what were you doin’ out in the woods so late anyhow?” he asks you, the cadence in his voice sounding like a continuous grunt with a twinge of a southern accent. 

ahh, hence the texan decor…

“um,” your voice cracks, and your cheeks get hot with embarrassment. “w-was at a um halloween party but i wasn’t enjoying myself, so i left…stupidly, on my own. and i got lost.” you chuckle nervously, hoping he joins you to ease the tension but he doesn’t. he just continues to stare. 

“some wolf try an’ getcha?” he jokes dryly without the lightheartedness, and your chest tightens at his words. “wh-what?” 

he nods at your costume, eyes lingering on your ruffled skirt a little extra longer before he looks back up at you. you look down, hands shyly smoothing out your red riding hood dress, sighing out of relief to yourself. “oh!” you exhale quietly, shaking your head. “i guess you could say that,” you respond a little quieter, thinking back to a drunken owen trying to get back at abby by attempting to kiss you in front of her. 

“hmm,” a low throatily hum leaves past joel’s shut lips and you tighten your legs with angst. “s-so um can i uhh…use your phone?” you ask, hyper aware of the reason why you’re even in his house to begin with. joel nods, pointing into his kitchen. “s’by the fridge on your left.” 

his eyes follow your ass, barely concealed by the puffy ruffles of your dress, and you feel hot under his stare, wobbly legs trying to move fast towards the phone. when you pick up the landline, you’re greeted with silence instead of a dial tone. your heart sinks impossibly deeper and you turn to look at the man, swallowing hard. 

you turn back to the phone, trying to dial your mom’s number, praying somehow it connects you to her, not caring if you’re met with yelling, as long as you hear her voice, relief will rinse through your body. 

but it doesn’t. and fear takes over instead. “u-um…sir?” you call out, and he turns towards you. “what?” he asks gruffly and you switch your weight back and forth anxiously on either one of your feet. “y-your um…your phone doesn’t seem to be working?” you ask more than you tell and he just turns back around. 

“yeah. does that sometimes,” he disregards your worries and you grow increasingly regretful of letting him convince you he was your best bet at going home. a shaky breath leaves your lips as you clutch the phone tightly. “do you know how to fix it?” you try once more and he answers you without a glance. “nope.” 

you feel like breaking down and crying, gripping the phone before reluctantly putting it back. you inch your way back to the front door, avoiding eye contact. “i’ll just um…i’ll just try and see if i can get service back outside and call an uber or something. thanks for your help,” you hurriedly speak as politely as possible, unlocking his door and opening it. 

you gasp louder than you would have expected, your shoulders jolting upwards with fear when a large hand slams the door shut above you. “that ain’t a good idea.” he mutters, voice falling over the crown of your head and you shut your eyes fearfully. “wh-why not?” you all but whisper, your heart hammering against your ribcage when you hear the locks turn back once more. 

“girl like you shouldn’t be alone out there in the woods. safer in here.” he tells you rather than offering as a suggestion, a sense of finality in his voice. your hand desperately clings to the doorknob before you release yet another opportunity of safety it feels like. 

“what should i do then?” you question stupidly, as if the grown man before you really has your best interest in mind. “you can stay here. it’ll be easier for me to guide you outta these woods come mornin’.” he answers, the last utterances of his sentence ending in a tired sigh. 

you inhale deeply and attempt to exhale the fear buzzing around in your chest. “i really wouldn’t want to impose—“ 

“sit down.” he orders and you jolt at his voice, apprehensively obeying once more. 

he stalks your every step that leads you back into his living room, head inching along in unison with each movement of yours. he wordlessly stands up, eyes peering a cold downcast upon you, his heavy boots making their way towards you like the beginning to a ceremony. 

your chest rises and falls rapidly, feeling like a trapped animal below him. “you usually follow men you’ve never met before into their houses?” he questions you, a low gruff interrogation that escapes into the thick air from the cusp of his breath. 

you shake your head and he purses his lips, raising a brow. “no?” he asks again, mocking you. “no.” you whisper back shakily. 

he doesn’t respond, he leisurely pushes the red hood of yours off of your head and away from your face, allowing him a clearer view of your fear stricken gaze. 

he chuckles quietly, enjoying this game he’s playing with you. he bends down, leaning in close. his scruffy beard tickles your cheek, his strong hooked nose brushing against your ear. “you smell real nice,” he mutters into your hood. 

you close your eyes, trembling at his proximity, ignoring the fluttery feeling bubbling in your lower tummy, attempting to snuff out it’s flame. you refuse to acknowledge how a sick part of you feels a rush of adrenaline from how close this man is to you. 

he stands up straight again, this time a bulge stirring in his tightened levi’s visible before you. he stares at you gawking at it, a sense of pride inflating him. he eyes you for a few more seconds before impatience kicks in and he’s bent down, lifting you up in his arms and picking you up and out of the recliner. you yelp and flail in his hold but he’s got you pinned in his arms, you’re not going anywhere. 

he carries you into his bedroom, kicking the door open and pushing it back shut with the back of his boot. 

he drops you onto his bed and watches you hungrily, watching as you scramble on his bed like a little rabbit he’s just caught. 

you’re sitting at the edge of his bed, legs splayed straight, trying to cover yourself the best you can. he walks towards you, gripping your thighs and spreading them wide open forcibly, lowering himself down to his knees. you pant under your breath, a heavy sigh leaving past your lips when he ducks his head down lower to underneath his bed, and away from between your thighs. 

he returns to look at you with rope in his hands, and your heart falls deeper into your body than you thought possible. 

“wrists.” you hand them to him, too scared to see what would happen if you refused. he ties a knot around your wrists, letting your paired hands drop into your lap. “f’you really wanna get out of ‘em use your teeth to tug on this little loose end.” he follows his instructions by stepping aside to reveal the exit of his bedroom, crossing his arms over his chest. “you’re free to try an’ test your luck out there, or in here.” he looks down at you, biceps bulged from crossing over his chest, head tilting to the side, trying to read your facial expressions and figure out what option you’ll choose.

you stare at your confinements then flicker your gaze to the door and back at joel. you can’t seem to find something in you that will allow you to leave, despite common sense warning you, nothing feels as tempting as wondering what he’ll do to you.

something like a smirk takes over joel’s face when he realizes you aren’t going anywhere, and a wetness pools in your floral printed panties at the sight. “knew you weren’t goin’ anywhere,” he snickers with a sense of pride, moving closer to you now. he grabs your confined wrists and puts them above your head as he pushes you back into his mattress. he breathes in your scent, sighing to himself when the aroma of your fear mixed with your sweet perfume fills his nose. 

“gonna fuckin’ ruin you…gonna ruin this,” he mutters, cupping your cunt. you gasp and squirm in his grip, whimpering from his touch and from bud words. he slaps your pussy and you whine, trying to shut your thighs. “don’t you fuckin’ move. lemme play with what i caught here,” he grunts, lifting up your little white gingham printed skirt, exhaling when he sees the wet splotch at the front of your panties. 

he looks up at you from under his lashes, a smug expression wordlessly teasing you. 

your cheeks get warm and you opt for staring at the ceiling instead. 

“fuckin pussy achin for a cock huh?” he chuckles, vulgarity in his nature and you whine, not used to feeling so on display and viewed so objectifyingly. and more importantly, not used to liking it. 

he travels back up to take his time ripping open the flimsy corset top of your dress, groaning to himself when he exposes your cute breasts, nipples hardened and ready for his hungry mouth. 

he can’t help himself when he lowers his tongue over them, your little sounds only encouraging him. he bites down on your nipples, and you cry out, unintentionally arching your back into his mouth. he just laughs around your flesh, groping and squeezing you like he owns you. 

and he’d argue that he just about does. 

“haven’t had a cute little thing to play with in awhile, gonna have some real fun with you, girl.” he says from the base of his throat, his lips brushing against your neck. you can’t stay still, all the attention and groping is so unfamiliar, and you’re too riled up to contain yourself, the throb in your clit begs for attention, and all you can do is press your thighs tightly together and try to gain any kind if relief from the seam in your panties. 

he notices and scoffs. “keep your legs open, or i’ll tie ‘em to my bedpost.” he growls in your ear, and your clit pulses at the threat, taking a second to consider the consequences, before ultimately following his instructions. 

he wolf whistles at your pretty cunt concealed behind your panties, hooking his thumbs under them and dragging them down your perfect thighs until they hang from your calves. his cock fucking throbs when he sees your pussy glisten from the pane of moonlight that creeps in from his window. 

he slaps your pussy again, loving how puffy your lips are. your shoulders cave in from the sudden impact, whimpering at his harshness. “got yourself a perfect cunt don’tcha?” he exhales, mostly talking to himself, his palm coming down over his crotch to relieve some of the pressure building. 

“you ever been fucked?” he asks, patting your cheek. you blink a few times, wondering if you should be honest with him. you shake your head an ashamed ‘no’ and he grins for the first time tonight. “well ain’t that a treat for me. gonna break you in nice and good,” he shrugs off his flannel, hurriedly unzipping his levi’s. he fishes himself out from his boxers and your jaw goes slack, chest tightening again. 

his cock is huge, it’s fat and looks threatening. it’s almost a weapon and could probably be classified as one because shit, the stretch is going to hurt. 

he jerks himself off, bringing his tip to your clit. you gasp, your hips circling his cock. “i-i don’t know if that’ll f-fit,” you stammer nervously and he shushes you. “gonna make it fit and you’re gonna take it for me. think of it as a thank you, from you to me for lettin’ you come into my house,” he chides you laugh a sense of entitlement, feeling your body is something he’s owed. your chest heaves with nerves and anticipation as you prepare to pay your debt.

he huffs lowly, bringing two fingers to your dripping sex, his cock twitching when he collects your wetness on the pads of his digits. “dunno why you’re so worried, it’ll go right in, pussy’s basically cryin’ for it,” he grunts, curling a middle finger into your little hole. you gasp, head falling back into his sheets, nails scratching at the rope that holds your wrists together. 

he pumps his wrist in and out, his free hand jerking himself off while he fucks you with his finger. “niiice an’ tight, gonna squeeze my cock jus’ how i like it,” he rubs against a sensitive spot within your cunt, throwing you a bone when his thumb swirls around your aching clit. 

you moan, eyes squeezing shut and eyebrows furrowing at the sensation. the bass in your tummy grows into a finely tuned crescendo throughout your limbs and as soon as it builds, it falters once he removes his touch. you whimper disappointedly, but he’s fast to shut your complaints up when he begins to split you in half with his cock, a loud whine replacing any of your needy grumbling. 

you cry out, knees trying to push at his hips but he grips them, forcing them open. “you’re gonna take it f’me little girl,” he growls, working the thick girth of his cock into you. you’re freely crying now, the overwhelming feeling of being so full is something foreign to you, and you’re not sure you can take it, but joel has decided you can and you will. 

he grips your face, squeezing your cheeks into your lips pucker, turning you until your cheek meets his mattress and he’s pushing you into it, inching his hips backward only to go in even deeper than when he started. 

“ooh-hoh-oh, fuck baby,” he groans, fucking into your cunt with no hesitation, your little hole barely able to accommodate him. “tha’s right,” he pants, swallowing hard when he makes you look at him again, your breasts bouncing from each hard thrust he sends you. “takin’ my cock like you’re made for it,” 

you whimper, taking his comment as praise and squeezing him, your poor neglected clit throbbing when he grunts above you. “can feel you in my stomach,” you whine and he laughs, pressing a hand right over the bulge that he creates. “good luck findin’ another man who can do that to ya baby,” he snickers, giving a patronizing kiss to your cheek. 

he grips the fabric of your skirt, using it as leverage to keep you close as he pounds into you, impaling you over and over on his cock, fucking the shape of it deep into you. 

you jerk upwards from each and every pivot he sends you and he’s hypnotized by the way your tits bounce from his movements. he smacks them and grips them tight, pinching your pebbled nipples, loving how you yelp from the slight pain. 

“sir please, t-touch me,” you moan pleadingly and he can’t believe his ears, his cock twitches inside you at your begging and he obliges you, bringing two fingers to your little clit and rubbing hard to match the tempo of his thrusts. 

“got you hooked on my cock, maybe next time you’ll get ‘lost’ again and come lookin for me huh?” he breathes out in your ear, and you nod dumbly, your pussy drooling all over his dick, sucking him in deep. 

his hand finds your throat and pins you down firmly, allowing you little access to air, but the lack of the supply is numbingly good, addictive. your eyes roll back, mouth parting with a soft string of moans. 

he brings his hips down into yours without fail, fucking you with an insatiable stamina, groaning and grunting at how you take his cock, his hand tightening around your throat when you clench around him, growling at the feeling of your soaked pussy all around him. 

“haven’t fucked a virgin in lord knows how long, forgot how goddamn good it feels,” he groans, his hand releasing your throat to toy with the glimmering cross necklace that lays between your breasts. he chuckles when he lets the silver cross fall back onto your chest. “cute.” he teases when he picks up a leg of yours and throws it over his shoulder, shuddering when he slides in even deeper. 

you sob loudly, wailing out his name and babblings of sir please oh god sir please please, at the deep intrusion. “go on ahead and cry all you want little red, no one can hear you out here,” he mocks, rubbing your clit to watch you cry harder. 

he pulls out and flips you on your tummy with haste, way too eager to be back inside of you. he readjusts you until you’re now at the foot of his bed, hips perfectly propped up on his bed frame, allowing him an easier access into your little cunt. 

he spreads open your ass, pushing his cock back into you, his thumb ghosting over your other little hole, enjoying the way you squirm around, wriggling your hips nervously at his prodding. you turn around to look at him from behind your shoulder, looking up at him with a startled stare. 

he laughs, spitting on it and shaking his head when he slaps your ass, hard. “don’t worry, i’m content with your pussy baby,” he says, sending an especially hard thrust as if you needed proof. 

you collapse in his bed, using the hard smooth wood of his bed frame as friction for your clit. 

his hands come down and grip your ass, spanking the full flesh mercilessly, loving your howls of pain from each smack. he’s only satisfied when he sees his handprints begin to form in your abused flesh. and even so, he continues to pair his harsh thrusts with unforgiving smacks that cause your flesh to burn. 

he grabs your throat once more, forcing you closer to his mouth when he whispers in your ear. “whaddya think little red? should i use this,” he pulls out the dagger that was previously hidden within his pocket, the coldness from the blade contrasts against the warm skin of your neck. “to write my name in you? let everyone know who fucking owns you.” he presses the blade enough to make you squirm, but not quite enough to draw blood. 

“n-no sir please don’t,” you pathetically shake your head and he mockingly coos at you. “why shouldn’t i?” he adds and you whine when he shoves his cock in you, hitting that achy spot deep in your cunt. “please don’t,” you moan, your words contradicting your voice, but fear still courses through you at the possibility of joel actually doing it. 

he doesn’t reply, the only thing that responds to you is the sound of his hips slapping against the thick flesh of your ass, his cock pumping in and out of you relentlessly. he drops the knife on the bed in front of you, silently notifying you he won’t mark you with his blade. you expel a small breath of relief when you see it discarded. 

your eyes flutter shut when he pushes you back down into his sheets, hand firmly keeping you in place by the back of your neck. his available hand unties the knot that bound your wrists together, now bending your left arm behind your lower back as he pounds into you. 

a dull ache from the stretch of his cock begins to spread in your cunt but as much as it hurts, it feels just as good. “you better not waste a single drop,” he grunts in your ear, starting to move sporadically behind you, and you can’t even ask what he means, too fucked out and drooling on his bed to truly care. 

it’s when he sends a harsh thrust into you, stilling inside you with a low groan. a warm sensation fills you and your clit tingles at the feeling. “how d’ya think people’ll react if they find out little red let some old man spill his cum in’ta her and got her pregnant?” he whispers in your ear and your eyes widen, shivering when he pulls out and immediately shoves his cum right back into your leaking hole. 

you crane your neck to watch it trickle down your thighs and you whimper, swishing your legs around and feeling it stick together. “there’s so much…” you scoop some of it with your fingers, and his cock doesn’t soften, it flexes upward at the way you look at his cum with watery eyes, long eyelashes slick from crying over his cock. 

“an’ you’re gonna get more, i ain’t finished with you yet,” his voice baritone and borderline hoarse. you look up at him, feeling weak and unsure. “more?” you whisper and he nods, a sick little smile on his lips. “you can take it,” he mutters, kicking off his boots prior to climbing into his bed. he makes himself comfortable, hands behind his head when he motions for you to crawl over to him from the foot of his bed. 

you comply, something about him has installed an inability to not only obey him, but a desire to.

he settles you on his lap, scooting you backward to circle his fat reddened tip over your swollen clit. “bet you wanna cum real bad?” he murmurs, it almost feels patronizing and yet, you eat it up, nodding desperately. “mhm,” you breathily reply, your orgasm that’s been pushed off far too many times building itself up all over again from the way he rubs his tip against your clit. 

“we’ll see if you get to this time,” and with the lack of a promise, he pushes into you once more, feeling prideful when his own cum gushes from your hole, squeezing his cock in a way he could grow addicted to. 

“bounce on it for me.” he instructs, hands tight on your hips. his orders catch you off guard and you sit still, somehow still bashful while speared on his cock. “i-i’ve never…but i don’t know-“ 

“you don’t know how to bounce up and down?” he asks dryly, an eyebrow raised. “i just…” 

“you just, nothin’ i suggest you start movin’ for me now. lemme see those fuckin’ tits of your bounce.” he’s serious, and you’re embarrassed at how the way he speaks to you makes you grip onto his cock harder. he notices it, leaning further into bed and straightening out his hips, intentionally pushing deeper into you, liking the way you shiver and moan at the intrusion. 

you place your hands on his chest, apprehensively moving your hips up and down. the pace is far too slow for joel’s liking, but he enjoys watching you use his cock the way you seem to like it, dragging your tight little cunt all along the long expanse of his dick, no matter how far up or down you move you can’t escape the feeling of being full. 

but joel only has so much patience before it runs out. a hard calloused hand slaps the curve of your ass, whistling for you to speed it up. “pick up the pace, now.” 

you struggle to obey this command, he’s so huge and you’re so sensitive you’re not sure if you can. you’re moving to the best of your abilities and honestly, your struggles are endearing to him. he takes pity on you, bear hugging your waist when he begins to jackhammer into you. 

you cry out, face falling and burying itself in the crook of his neck, letting him continue to use your poor little hole. 

“milk my fuckin’ cock,” he grunts into your chest, his mouth latching onto the flesh again. your clit makes contact with his coarse pubic hair and you’re flushed when you acknowledge how good it feels. 

“s-sir,” you moan in his ear, arms coming around to hang off of his broad shoulders. he kisses your throat, sucking a bruise into it. his hands migrate to your ass, gripping it and slapping it, hoping he leaves you incapable of sitting down correctly tomorrow morning. he wants you to only think of him whenever you try to sit tomorrow, a memory of him fully engraved into every inch of your body. 

his fingers find your clit and you hiccup sob from pleasure, starting to grind down and meet his rough thrusts. “thank you sir thank you thank you,” you chant, tightening your arms around him while you try fucking yourself on his cock. “you better cum right now,” he growls, pinching your clit before continuing his circular motions. your knees clench around his lap, your cunt squeezing his cock while you unravel in his arms. 

you’re panting, feeling like getting air into your lungs is an impossible feat as your orgasm rips through you, shattering through your ribcage, the sensation never fully ending due to joel fucking you through it. 

he continues moving you up and down his cock, playing with your little clit. you fall limp and powerless on his chest, whimpering and crying on top of him from the overwhelming stimulation. “n-no more please it’s too much, s-so much,” you sob and he slaps your ass right where he last hit, holding onto you tighter when you try and get away from the stinging pain. 

“you’re gonna give me one more,” he tells you, no sense of asking anywhere and you hide away in his chest, letting him continue using your gushing hole however he wishes. 

“i don’t think i can,” you slur, eyes starting to fall half shut, your clit burning with painful pleasure from his fingertips. “yes you fucking can,” he grits, rubbing harder and fucking you faster. 

“gonna make me cum again, and you’re going to, too,” he growls, fucking up into you with a force that makes you shake in his chest. 

he pulls out and rubs his tip against your clit, groaning while he forces his eyes to stay open so he can watch the way he paints your tummy and pussy white with his cum. you start taking in heavy breaths, tears welling up in your eyes when you feel your second orgasm ripple through you all over again, prickles of pain mixes with the pleasure that casts over you. 

“o-oh god, oh god,” you hiccup, tears streaming down your cheeks when you slump into him, feeling boneless and faint, twitching and jerking as the effects of your orgasm works it’s way through your body. 

joel guides you off of his lap and lays you beside him, watching you succumb to exhaustion from him using you like a toy, and he smirks to himself, eyeing the cum that decorates your lower stomach and trickles from your thighs. 

“i might just have to keep you for myself,” he whispers to your unconscious body, pulling your red hood back over your head.

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The Spell Shall Break

Summary:Malleus x gn!reader.... you're just gonna have to read the other parts cause I have no idea what else to say right now 😂 I hope this is the ending you all were hoping for. I think this is the end, but if you think there was something I failed to wrap up let me know!

1.Defense Against Overblot 2.Ruler of the Abyss

3. From This Slumber you Shall Wake

There was a boy. He was sniffling, as he ate a birthday cake alone. You had the urge to reach out to him, but your hand passed through him. He continued sniffling alone.

Then you heard his voice.

My earliest memory was celebrating my birthday alone. It would be a shame for a delicious cake to go to waste, so I ate the entire thing alone.

The boy disappeared, but not before you reached out to him one more time. Now you saw an older version of the boy. All suspicions were gone. This was your boyfriend.

He and Lilia were packing suitcases to what you were certain was his first year at NRC.

Having spent years of solitude in the Valley of Thorns, I felt that as the future king it was my duty to learn about the other cultures I would be interacting with. To immerse myself in the world of the children of men.

He was now walking alone in the hallway, as empty faces whispered to each other.

But the children of men fear what they cannot comprehend. 

Your heart stilled, eyes filling with tears thinking of his pain.

Until I met you.

You were now in front of Ramshackle looking at….you. You watched yourself extend a hand to him, and watched his emerald eyes lighten as he shook your hand.

Quickly the scene flashed to you handing him a ticket to the SDC, then to you wrapping your arms around him after his confession, then to you sitting on his lap as you both relaxed by the fire.

You brought light to the future king of darkness. But the sun must set eventually.

You were now in his room, as he angrily paced.

"Who does he think he is? How can he take them away from me?"

"Malleus…" 

You noticed Lilia sitting on the bed with a sad expression on his face.

"He can't get away with this! That Crow has acted out for the last time."

"Malleus."

"I'll just have to lock them up until we can get this resolved…"

"Malleus!"

Malleus stopped pacing, and looked up at Lilia, his eyes full of tears.

"Oh, my boy," Lilia breathed. "It's time we had a talk that we should have had a long time ago."

The scene faded to black, and you were imprinted with the memory of his tear filled eyes.

Lilia had always been my closest attendant and confident. My greatest teacher.  And that day, he reminded me that the lives of the children of men are fleeting. That I had to let you go.

You were outside of Ramshackle again. This time, Malleus was alone as he looked up into the window where you could see yourself finishing packing. When the light in the window shut off, he disappeared into green fireflies.

But why should I?

The scene changed with a loud bang. As Malleus materialized into this new scene, so did several members of his dorm, who were shouting in fear. The air was thick around him, as his pen transformed into his full staff. He made his way through the Diasomnia dorm, leaving black inky footsteps, and sleeping bodies in his wake.

"My Lord! Please, calm down! My father will know what…." Silver ran up to Malleus only to immediately collapse into sleep.

"My Liege!" Sebek shouted. "Please, the dorm…."

And now Sebek was asleep as well. 

"Malleus. That is enough."

Finally, Malleus stopped walking, as Lilia stood before him in his true form.

"Something is clearly wrong, and I need you to take a rest for a while," Lilia said, brandishing his own pen and beginning to chant a spell.

"What's wrong is that you are keeping me from my beloved, Old Man," Malleus hissed, before sending a burst of green energy that threw Lilia against the wall.

And it seemed that was the final straw holding back a complete overblot.

The scene changed again. This time, everything was filled with a black fog, until you saw you, a bright light in the darkness, holding a sleeping Grim.

Then the world was black again.

What good is all this power, if it means I am eternally alone?

What good is my title, if the one thing I want is forever out of my reach?

What good is life, without Y/N?

Green light filled your vision and your eyes burst open, as you inhaled a deep gulp of air.

Your eyes were barraged with light. And you realized you must have left the sleeping realm Malleus had created. Which you hoped meant…

"Child of Man," you heard his voice whisper in his ear as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. "I thought you would not return to me."

"Yeah, it honestly looked iffy for a moment there."

You looked over his shoulder to see your friends, and Lilia, who was the one who had spoken.

"Who knew a human could absorb the overblot of the world's most powerful mage, and survive?" He said wryly. 

You felt Malleus' tears staining your shoulder as he silently cried against you, and you gently rubbed his back, before saying,

"I'm alright. Everything is okay."

Your non Diasomnia friends looked nervously at Malleus, as though they were worried he'd do something else. You were happy in some ways that they were worried for you, but it was time you talked to your boyfriend.

"I need a moment alone with Malleus, if that's alright."

Lilia looked between the two of you, and nodded, before ushering everyone out.

You adjusted Mal's face so that he had to look at you as you gently wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"Mal, what happened? You promised me you would never overblot," you said softly, in what you hoped was a mildly teasing way.

"I thought I was strong. I thought I could let you go. But I'm a weak fool, it seems."

"Mal, I didn't want you to let me go."

He stiffened, but otherwise said nothing.

"I was only going to leave because you had stopped talking to me. So I assumed you didn't really care."

His eyes flashed with anger, and now he was gripping your cheeks.

"That is a horrid lie. You are everything to me."

"Then why couldn't we talk about how you were feeling before?"

"Humans fade so quickly," he faltered.

"But I thought that didn't matter to you. I thought I was your child of man, and that's all that mattered."

"Lilia said…."

"Well, I'm your partner. Not Lilia. So next time talk to me, you silly dragon," you laughed out as tears trickled down your cheeks.

"As you wish," he whispered, beginning to gingerly  kiss each tear off your face. "Since we are talking about it, how do you feel about immortality, my treasure?"

You laughed loudly, and wrapped your arms around him, listening to his heartbeat. Your point had gotten across to him and that was all that mattered. You could have that conversation another day after you both had healed.

But you made a silent promise in your heart to stay by his side, to be his strength when he lacked it , and his light in his darkness. Just as he had always been both to you. 

You kissed him softly on the lips, and relished in his surprised gasp, before he worked to deepen this kiss.

For with true love's kiss the spell shall break.

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𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader Prompt: Tazer & Haunted House Pizzeria Summary: Your friends dare you to investigate the old, run-down pizzeria known for the old cases of mysterious missing children and it's creepy animatronics before it closed down. WC: 1.6K

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It started with a friend’s dare. They’d seen a tiktok of an urban explorer scuffling around an abandoned pizzaria. There was dust muting the once bright colours, the red booth seats and the rotting animatronics abandoned around. Apparently to them this was the perfect opportunity to invoke a dare upon you, in front of your entire group of friends.

“Dare you to explore the abandoned pizzaria tomorrow night or I’m leaking your A03 history.” 

There really wasn’t anything you could do. 

When the night finally arrived you were stood outside the derelict building, regret coiling in your gut. The formerly neon sign was gone, leaving only a slightly shaded cut out on the dark, moldy walls with the ominous smile of the bear mascot left waving at nothing.

As you inched toward to the building, across the crumbling cement parking lot, a man rounds the side of the building and your heart stutters for a single beat. He’s clad in a simple suit, a thick leather jacket and leather gloves that make him seemingly indifferent to the chilly October night. At his hip, secured next to a flashlight, is a black, bulky taser.

“Lost?” The voice is deep, as if its rumbled and swirled in his chest like a malt whiskey before he speaks. 

 Quickly you shake your head, desperately trying not to look out of place, yet your eyes keep catching the taser at his side.

“Do you use that often?” The words shot out of you before the angel on your shoulder could warn you off, and despite his face remaining stoic, his eyebrow quirk ever so slightly in amusement.

“Only when in I’m in the mood for fun.” There was enough danger laced within that short sentence to ward off any sensible person. The guard gave you a once over, and as the breath caught in your throat you prayed he'd brush you off and go about his business. With a curt nod, he did just that.

You decided tonight you would not be a sensible person. 

The moment he was out of view you bolted as quietly as you could towards the other side of the building, hauling yourself into the first broken window you could see and landing with a huff amongst broken glass and rotted wood. Thankfully you didn't make any noise, managing to suppress a cough after a plum of dust wafted around you from your landing.

Immediately you brought out your phone as a flashlight, having stepped into inky blackness. Turns out the inside of the famous pizzeria was more bland than you’d expected. It was a bare kitchen with only dust, dirty metal counter tops and scraps of tatty uniform littered around. Intent on finding something to make this little excursion worth it you wander deeper into the bowels of the restaurant, peeking into rooms that were bare, showing little evidence of its former glory. 

At the end of a small hallway you stumbled into a back cupboard. Shining the light around, you gasp as your light finds the rotting, rusted bunny animatronic with matted, molding fur and exposed wires. Taking one step in for a closer look, a slow creak from behind captures your attention, but before you can turn you’re shoved to the opposite wall and the door slams shut.

The phone flies from your hand and clatters to the wooden floor, landing with the flashlight side down and leaving you trapped helplessly within the oppressive dark.

“I knew you’d be trouble, hermosa.”

A sudden hand grips your waist firmly, shoving you flush against the wall and keeping you pinned there against a hard, heaving chest. 

“Saw it in your eyes the moment you looked at me. I thought to myself ‘There’s a girl that likes trouble’. And what do you know? I was right, watching you skulking around through the cameras.”

The brooding voice sends tingles of fear and excitement down your spine, your heart barrelling against your chest wondering whether you were in trouble or worse. Regardless of the outcome, as long as the rugged security guard with the deep, accented lilt kept his attention on you, you’d do whatever he said.

“Are you going to arrest me?” If you weren’t already feeling quite shameless, the openly breathless and seductive curl to your voice would’ve had you cringing, but tonight you were happy to throw caution and standards to the wind.

The guard snorts in reply.

“Do I look like a pig to you, quierdo?” He presses himself against you, earning a soft gasp in response, and you can practically feel his smirk when he next speaks.

“No, you are not under arrest, but I can’t let such a naughty girl go unpunished.”

A deep, reverberating buzzing sound cuts the air right next to you, making you jump in fright. You can feel the chuckle reverberate in his chest in response, his thumb rubbing against some exposed skin on your hip.

“Scared, cariño? I thought you were curious about my taser. Have you lost interest?”

The blood drains from your face and your heart thuds even wilder, rushing blood all throughout your body, laced with adrenaline. Despite your limbs aching, twitching to duck past him and run, you let your body speak with lust instead.

With a vague idea of where his face was next to your shoulder, you turn and capture your lips in his, an action he gladly returns. Despite taking the initiative, it is the guard that dominates the searing kiss. It’s filthy and sloppy as he bites your bottom lip and wraps your tongue in his. 

You’re so wrapped up in the mind melting make out session with him that you almost don’t feel the cold metal slowly dragging up your thigh, creasing your clothes as it stops and presses firmly into the back of your hip.

The sensation tugs goosebumps across your skin and you arch into him, grinding against the hard length tenting inside his black trousers and earning a nice, low groan from him. The guard responds with a crushing thrust of his own, bunching the fabric of your jeans against your clit. 

Sparks and searing pain spills across your thigh like liquid fire, the air emptying out from your lung and once again you arch into him, body instinctively trying to escape the sensation.

Before the pain of the taser could dissipate he was on your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. The switch from the hot, sharp pain and the smaller, nipping sensation at your neck was overwhelming, leaving you like putty in his hands.

With your mind still reeling and your body like jelly, the guard spun you, one arm hooked under your stomach keeping you upright against him and snug against his crotch while the other unzipped your jeans, tugging the clothing down impatiently, leaving your ass bare against the cold, stale air.

Face pressed against the cement wall, you were powerless, and happily so. Just one zap of the taser and your body was already giving itself up to him, surrendering itself to his control. It sparked excitement within you, your inner pillow princess squealed with dangerous delight now that your only task was to survive the encounter.

The taser ghosted the skin of your hips again as the sound of clothing being ruffled behind you stopped, and a warm, wet hardness prodded at your entrance. 

Another quick buzz and you cried out, pushing back against him and completely sheathing him inside of you. Once again the pain of the taser was now contrasted with the sudden pain of molding around his cock, leaving you groaning and whining, but not pulling away. It was big, you could feel that much, and it filled you deliciously.

"Dios mios quierdo, maybe I should be asking you if you use tasers often. You're taking it so well." He grunts from behind you, clearly restraining himself 

The praise from him does little to soothe the pain, but it does make your pussy clench around him ever so slightly as your excitement grows. 

After a brief moment of mercy, you're both rutting against each other, huffing and moaning openly beside the old animatronic. The arm hooked under you squeezes against you, winding you for a second before he's snapping his hips against your bare skin, the slapping sound echoing against the walls, intertwined with your shameless noises. 

He growls in your ear, whispering filth and curses, almost animalistic with how ferociously he pounds into you. Even switched off the prongs of the taser dig into you on your upper thigh and the knowledge that at any moment it could come alive and shock you makes you more of a withering mess underneath him, your pussy throbbing with excitement. 

The moment you're close to climax he can feel it, the way you clench around him like a vice, arching your back desperately into him as you brace against the wall. It's so close you can taste it on your tongue, and as his clamps his jaw on your throat, the sudden flash of the taser illuminates the room briefly. 

You scream. It's too much. The electricity slices through your thigh. His teeth break tender skin. An orgasm rocks through your core. It all hits at once, and your mind isn't equipped to process it. 

When your mind clears after god knows how long and your clit is still reeling, overly sensitive against even the air, you realise his knee is between your legs, propping you up to stop you collapsing into a puddle.

A gentle kiss is placed on the broken skin at your throat and you can only hum in acknowledgement, your body feeling like the soul was tazed out of you then fucked back in.

You're barely aware of him putting a jacket around your shoulders, the musk of tobacco and leather surrounds you while cradled in his arms. 

"Let's get you to the security office cariño. It's nearly midnight, and the animatronics won't take kindly to us fucking in front of them."

#jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #omiwrites #moon knight

[celtic-crossbow]

MarchWeres Day 3

Prompt: The Bite

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Tabby (oc)

Warnings: Blood and injury; werewolf bite

It wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what she wanted, and that alone weighed heavier on his heart than the most solid stone. 

“The wound’ll hurt.” Daryl whispered. “I was just a boy, maybe ten, when Merle—when he bit me. Tore out a good chunk. Had to stitch it myself when I got home.” His chin wobbled, his eyes following the steady red stream that flowed from the bullet wound. What didn’t collect in her navel was soaked up by the denim at her waist. “I know ya don’t want this.” He dropped his head, shielding his unchecked tears from her spotty vision. “I just—I can’t lose ya. S’selfish, I know—but I don’t, I can’t—”

Tabby’s hand was shaking violently when her fingertips pressed against his mouth. After a moment, when he was silent, she slid them over his stubbled cheek and tucked some of his hair behind his ear. “I may not want this.” She felt herself slipping away, her voice distant to her own ears. “But I do want you. I want to be with you.” Her breath caught, growing more difficult to regain control. “If this is what it takes—bite me, Daryl.”

Daryl caught her hand as it fell away, kissing her wrist, his keen senses could pick up her faint pulse. She was hanging on but he needed to hurry. Ignoring the wound on his right leg, he stood and pulled her against his chest. There was a hole in the roof, the full moon’s light pouring in as if an invitation. It called out to its new daughter. 

He collapsed there, summoning the energy for a partial shift, his canines elongating to sharp points, the blue of his eyes spiderwebbed with inky black. Daryl wasted no time, pulling her in tight and sinking his teeth into her shoulder. The primal urge to hunt and to kill warred against love and protective instinct, the latter always victorious. He wouldn’t leave her with a gaping wound like Merle. The skin parted minutely, just enough for him to carve through it with the edge of his tongue. 

And then he pulled away, panting and licking her blood from his lips. The wound bled and bled but he didn’t cover it. It would heal, one of the moon’s gifts to soothe the souls of the cursed. 

Daryl was beginning to lose hope. Her pulse was so faint that he needed to hold his breath to hear it. He was going to lose her after all. 

Then it all reversed, the opened flesh of her shoulder knitted together, only a faint scar remained. The eternal proof he had cursed her. The bullet in her sternum was pushed out, hitting the floor with a stifled clink. He leaned over her, not caring to watch the wound heal. 

He needed to see her, yearning for that affection and acceptance in her altered eyes. 

When they opened, it was sudden. A deep gasping breath, the moon bearing witness to the whites of her eyes darkening and disappearing beneath the black. It mingled with her natural blue and Daryl was certain he’d never seen eyes so beautiful. 

Tabby breathed quickly, overwhelmed by the influx of strength and heightened senses. Her hand had absently already come to rest against Daryl’s cheek. He was leaning into the touch, nuzzling her palm, opening his eyes to see her staring back at him with a gentle smile. Her nails nicked his cheek as they shaped into claws. 

“The start of a new adventure, Lobo.”

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[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

A Moment’s Peace

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

(A/N: So, this is actually gonna be my first time to write out full on smut. I've tried it before but I hated it and changed it to where it's vague but you still got the idea. Here, I'm giving it my all with this. Don't know if I'm ever gonna write something like this again but we will see.)

*(y/n)'s POV*

Late that night, Dean invited me out on a bit of a drive; so we got into the Impala and took off out in the road. "You're not gonna abandon me again, are you?" I asked him and he looks over at me. "No, I promise I'd never do that again." He said and I smile. "Good. Cause if you did, I'd have to kill you." I said and Dean huffs out a laugh.

Eventually, He parks out in a field and heads to the backseat and pulls out a six pack of beer and a couple of sandwiches to eat. "Ooh a late night picnic? That's a first." I remarked and Dean smiles as we get out of the car and go to the hood of the car.

"Just thought we could have a bit of a moments peace." Dean said as he sets the food and the drinks on the hood. Then he gets on the hood and starts to sit down and I do the same. He sets the beer and the food between us then pulls out a bottle of beer and hands it to me. 

"Such a gentleman." I teased as I accept the bottle. "What can I say? I'm a real Prince Charming." He said and I laugh. "And here I thought you were a bad boy." I said, smiling. "When you get with me, sweetheart, you get the best of both worlds." Dean said and I giggle a bit then place my finger on my chin, getting into the thinking stance. "Mmmm....I think I prefer you in leather." I said and he shudders, in pleasure, while I give him a wink.

He pulls himself out a beer bottle, opens it and takes a sip of it as I take a sip of mine. Sometime later, we finish the beer and the sandwiches when I lean against the windshield and look up at the stars that strewn across the inky black sky, my mind wondering. "Whatcha thinking?" Dean asked me and I look over to see he was leaning against the windshield, but laying on his left side to look at me.

"Just..." I started to say as I look up at the sky. "I was just thinking about everything we've been through. Seemed like yesterday we were dealing with ghost, vampires, werewolves, demons, looking for your dad....and now here we are dealing with the end of the world." I said then I look back over to Dean. "I mean, how the hell did we get here?" I asked and Dean shrugs. "I keep asking myself that same question." He said and I chuckle.

Dean smirks a bit then his eyes move down before he chuckles a bit. "What?" I asked him. "Just...I remembered the very first time I saw you. It had been a month after Mom died and (f/n) showed up one day with you in this baby car seat and told Dad how (m/n) had died the same way Mom died." Dean explained and I watch him as I listen.

"Did Dad ever tell John what he really was?" I asked him and he nods a bit. "Yeah, I remember when he told Dad, it was a couple of days after Mom died, and I remember hearing them yell and argue. Dad calling him a liar and how could he hide something like this from him, crap like that. They didn't speak again until your Dad came over the morning after your Mom died." Dean explains. "They started talking and then they promised to work together whenever they could. And your dad offered us shelter at one of the nearby safehouses for awhile."

I turn on my side and prop up my right arm and lean my head against my right hand as I listen to him. "Anyway, once we got there, we got settled down and then you started to cry. (F/n) thought you were hungry, so he went and grabbed a bottle but you wouldn't take it and you kept crying. He then asked me to hold you while he went to find some sort've toy or something. But the moment you were in my arms, you started to calm down and I rocked you a bit and you looked up at me with those big (e/c) eyes and then you started giggle. Your Dad thought it was some miracle." Dean said and I smiled.

"It was probably the first time I ever seen anyone happy since Mom died. Sam barely smiled, mostly cried, and Dad....well, he tried but...you know." Dean said, shrugging. "With you it was...different. Seeing you smile and laugh, I don't know it made me happy. So I kept making you laugh and it was like it made me forget about Mom's death for a few moments. Then Sam, hearing you laugh, started to laugh too, so I went and made both of you laugh by either making faces or tickling you two or played peek-a-boo." He said and I smile a bit. "Or maybe it was cause you were a weird looking kid." I teased him. "Hey!" Dean said, in a mock offended voice, and I laugh.

He rolls his eyes but he smiles before he continues. "I guess...in a way...you always made me feel happy and I was always trying to make you happy. Most of the time it worked but sometimes I screwed it up either by accident or on purpose. And when I did it on purpose it was, in a way, to protect you. But I realize that I was just protecting myself from getting hurt." Dean said and I frown a bit at this.

"Dean..." I said, sympathetically, but Dean shakes his head. "(Y/n)...I know I keep saying it but I mean it when I say that I am really sorry for what I did to you. You didn't deserve it and I was being a freakin' idiot. If I could go back to that moment, I would've approached that differently. I would've talked to you and treated you like an adult and a partner. So...I want to say if we make it through this..." he said.

"When we make it through this." I corrected him and he looks up at me and quirks up a smile. "Yeah...when we make it through this... I promise I'm gonna do everything in my power to make you happy for the rest of your life." He said and my eyes widen at this. "Dean? A-Are you saying w-what I think you're saying?" I asked him and I could see a spark of realization in his eyes then he smiles a bit. "I-I guess I am." He said before he chuckles.

I stare at him, in shock and disbelief, I couldn't believe he was asking this, well...in his own way. I just never thought I'd get asked this kind of question. I always thought I'd just end up alone and die during a job but...ever since I got together with Dean the idea of a married life started to become clearer and the apple pie life did as well. Even when we fight or had this break in our relationship, I never could get the picture of me and Dean in a home with a family of our own out of my head.

I am still in love with Dean Winchester

"That is...if you still want me around....I mean, I'd understand if you..." he started to say but I place my pointer finger on his lips, making him stop talking. I remove my finger from his lips then I cup his cheek with my left hand and his eyes close once my hand touched his skin. He let's out a shaky sigh as he leans into my hand and I run my thumb across his cheek. 

He turns his head and kissed the palm of my hand as he places his right hand over my hand. "Then please say it." I whispered as he looks back at me. "I, uh...I don't have a ring to give ya..." he chuckles and I shake my head. "I don't care, Dean. I just want to hear you say those words." I said.

He nods then takes my hand off of his cheek then clasps it between his hands. "When we make it through this, (y/n)....will you marry me?" He asked and I gasped then let out a small laugh. I smile then I lean in towards him and kiss him, it surprised him when I did this but he kissed me back.

The kiss was slow and sensual, almost like we were being cautious with this. And God, it felt good to feel his lips on mine again, it had been too long. Dean cups my face in his hands and I placed my hands on his neck then slowly moved it up to caress his jawline.

We break the kiss to catch air and we stare into each other's eyes. "Soooo...I guess that’s a yes?" He asked me and I chuckled. "Hmmm, I don't know....I think I need more convincing." I teased and he smiled before he leans and kisses me again, more passionately this time. I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist as I lean back against the windshield.

He gets on top of me as we continue to kiss. His tongue sweeps across my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I smile into the kiss and open my mouth to let him explore my mouth. As he does this, I let out a small moan then move my hands up and had one of them around the back of his neck and the other buried my fingers into his hair.

I feel his right hand slides under my shirt then he moves his hand up to my chest and cups one of my breast. I gasp at this as he squeezes it and he moves his lips to my cheek, then jaw then my neck. "Dean." I moaned out and I hear him groan before he raises his head up to look at me.

"You have no idea how much I miss hearing you say that." He said, smiling, and I smile back at him. "I think I have some notion." I said and I lean up and kiss him again. We passionately kiss for a few more moments until Dean pulls back then he gets off of me and gets off of the car. I sit up then move towards the edge of the hood as he holds his hand out to me and I take it.

He helps me off of the car and we walk over to the passenger side of the car before he pushes me up against the front passenger seat door and kissed me, roughly. I kiss him back and grab his jacket and try to take his jacket off. Getting the hint, he pulls his jacket off, throws it on the roof of the car then he goes to take off my jacket.

He puts my jacket up next to his as he continues to kiss me and runs his hands all over me. "Dean..." I whispered and he stops and stares at me. "What? I-I'm not going too fast, am I?" He asked me, concerned, and I giggle. "No, it's just..." I said as he stares at me with his green eyes. "I need you." I whispered and he smiles then kisses me again.

We take each others shirts off, set them on the roof as well then Dean attacks my neck. I lean my head back to give him better access until he decided to move his lips down the valley between my breasts. Then he moves his lips back up to my lips for a few moments before he stops and looks at me.

He goes over to the back passenger side door and opens it. Dean gestures for me to get in and I obliged as I climb in the backseat. He gets in as well then shuts the door and we stare at each other for a moment then I go and straddle him and kiss him again.

He places his hands on my back then goes to unhook my bra and pulls it off of me. He pulls away from my lips and gives me a look full of lust and love before he latches his lips on one of my breasts and plays with the other with his hand. I let out a moan of pleasure as he does this for a moment then he goes to give attention to the other breast.

He does that for a few seconds then we were able to remove the rest of our clothes and shoes and we were now fully nude to each other, we admire each other's bodies before Dean wraps his arms around me. He lays me down on the seat then he hovers over me and we look into each other's eyes until Dean speaks up.

"You still okay with...?" He started to ask but I nod, slightly. "Show me what you got, Winchester." I teased with a wink. He adjusted himself towards my entrance and pushes himself inside of me, making me close my eyes, blissfully, and both of us gasp and moan. The feeling of being full was overwhelming and I wanted more of it.

I feel his lips on mine as he started to move his hips at this slow, steady pace, which made me whimper against his lips. I then move my lips away from his and start to kiss his cheek, his jaw then his neck. 

Suddenly, Dean hits a certain spot in me that made me scream out his name and I hear him let out a low chuckle. "That feel good? You liked that?" He asked me as he hits that spot again, making me scream out again. Thank God, we're in the middle of field or it would've been some embarrassment to deal with the next morning.

"Oh, I think you do." Dean said in my ear, a bit of smugness in his voice. "Don't get too cocky, Winchester." I teased then, with all of my strength, I push myself up which made him sit up in the seat and I straddle him, with him still inside of me. 

Before he could do or say anything, I start moving my hips and he grips them as he let's out a groan. I keep doing this and I smile as Dean closes his eyes and leans his head back against the headrest of the seat. "That feel good?" I echoed his question and his response is to move his hip upwards to meet my mine. I gasp and we began to move in sync with each other. 

The next few minutes, the air was so hot the windows had fogged up and the car was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the sounds of naked bodies slapping against each other and the creaks the Impala was making with each thrust we did.

Finally, I felt the pleasure building and building and building in my lower abdomen. "Dean, I-I t-t-think I'm gonna..." I started to say and he nods. "I know, me too. I got you, sweetheart. I got you." He said as we keep going then he lowers his right hand and places it between us and moves his fingers over my most sensitive spot.

And like a coil snapping, I stop, scream out Dean's name, and come undone on him as my eyes roll back. And it seemed that triggered Dean as he thrusts up into me a couple of times then stops, groans out my name and I feel him releasing himself inside of me.

Both of us stay still for a moment then I lean forward on him and we embrace each other as we catch our breathes. 

"You...okay?" Dean asked, in between breathes, and I nod. "Yeah...never...better..." I huff out then I sit up a bit straighter and look at him. "Man, if this is how you react after a proposal...kinda want to know what you'll do for the honeymoon." Dean said. "Oh, we'd never leave the bed." I chuckled and he laughs as well. "Well, then, I can't wait." He said and we share a soft, slow kiss then we lean our foreheads together.

"I love you, (y/n)." Dean whispers.

"I love you, too, Dean." I said to him, softly, and we stay in this embrace until Dean sighs, heavily. "As much as I would love to stay here...we have to go. Got an apocalypse to stop." He said and I sigh at this. "I know but...it was nice to be away for awhile." I said and he nods then we share a kiss before we start to get up and gather our clothes and get out of the car.

After we get dressed, clean up our picnic and Dean cleans up the backseat of the car with a spare towel he had hiding in the trunk, I get to the passenger seat and Dean takes his normal seat behind the wheel. He starts the car then turns his head to me and we share a smile before I lean over and give him a loving kiss, which he returns.

I break the kiss and sit back in my seat as Dean takes us back to Bobby's, like he said we have an apocalypse to stop.

(A/n: Oh God, what did I write?! Lol. Well, I hope you guys liked it. If you did, you're welcome. If you didn't, I'm sorry. Lol)

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[gen-0]

THE PROGRESSION OF OSWALD’S FEELINGS TOWARDS FELIX

So during my first reading of The Inky Mystery, I found it a little rushed for Oswald to have agreed to something romantic with Felix in the far future, especially since I felt at the time that there weren’t many indicators of Oswald potentially having romantic feelings.

OH BUT DURING MY RE-READ….

It’s hard to tell AT FIRST if you aren’t paying attention especially with EVERYTHING ELSE going on in the story.

Here is how Oswald’s feelings toward Felix changes overtime before the confession, along with most of their interactions(warning-I am not counting the times where Felix is genuinely compared to Ortensia cause that isn’t fair)(please let me know if I miss anything)

Was the cat trying to watch out for Oswald’s son? How kind of him. “Hello.” Oswald greeted the cat with a smile. Felix blushed from the tip of his pointed ears to the end of his tail.(69)

Thank you so much. It means a lot to me that you treat my children so kindly.” His smile grew, and Felix felt himself heat up. “I really do hope we meet again very soon.”(69)

Ozzy, this is Boris, Cuphead, and Mugman.” Mickey indicated the three behind him. “And that over there is Alice and Holly, and you remember--”

“Felix! Nice to see you again!” Ozzy walked over to the cat with a bright smile. Felix ducked and flushed.

“Hello, Oswald,” Felix murmured. “Glad to see you’re doing well.”(85)

The rabbit sighed and scratched his ear. “I want to believe you, Felix. Sorry, I’m worried, and I can get hot headed,” he apologized, his sharp eyes turning gentle again.(88)

He had to admit after reading one of Felix' books as a bedtime story, he was colored impressed. He wondered how much was true and how much was embellished. It was hard to imagine the soft spoken man as this grand adventurer.(101)

“Mr. Oswald, hi.” The wolf kid waved with an uncertain smile. Oswald crossed his arms.

He was still getting used to talking again and didn’t really enjoy it, but he couldn’t stay quiet anymore either. It would devastate Mick and the kids if he went silent again.

That didn’t mean he had to be courteous to these people, though.

“We came by to look at the hole and see if we could do anything to help.” Felix stepped up. “We may have an idea of where Mickey’s at too.” Oswald raised a brow but pushed the door open.(101)

“Mr. Oswald,” Felix called from outside his door. “W-we aren’t leaving immediately. If you want to come, we can discuss it. But there are somethings that have be taken care of in town first.”

He threw the door open to see the cat author jump in surprise.

“What’s so important that my brother has to wait!”

“We-well, you see, one of the hostage requests is a girl. We still haven’t talked to her yet, and she isn’t in the best health to travel either.” Felix shrugged helplessly. “We have to plan carefully if we want to save Mickey.” That...was true. He had a bad habit of jumping in without a plan.(101)

Oswald swallowed and nodded. “Fine. But I am coming. You leave me behind, and I will call the police and report all of you.”

Felix’ ears dropped and a strange sorrow entered his eyes. “Of course.” Oswald ignored the pang of guilt he felt for threatening the cat. They had all lied to him. He had nothing to feel bad about, but Felix had been a wonderful visitor and a friend. The kids adored him.

“I’m trusting you Felix,” Oswald found himself saying. He watched the cat’s ears perk and eyes light up.(101)

He felt a bit guilty since he had to admit he didn’t completely trust Felix, and the cat had been nothing but kind and understanding. (103)

Boris is right.” Felix smiled at Oswald gently. “Mickey is a very capable person. I’m sure we will be able to get him back right as rain.”

Oswald tried his best to smile for the kind cat. “Thanks.” (103)

Oswald raised a brow. “Oh really?” He glanced at Felix. “Then hopefully Felix will get me chance to prove myself soon.” Felix looked up from his paper, eyes wide.

“Uh? M-me?” He blinked.

“You’re the most famous adventurer here, after all.” Oswald pointed to the book Holly had. “So, you’re the one that hands out the adventure cards.” He shrugged. “Makes sense to me.”( 104)

Oswald shrugged Felix off and walked away without a word. He looked at Felix and turned. “Mr. Oswald!” Felix called after him. “Mr. Oswald!” The cat went to follow.(105) (it’s unclear what happened between them after this but Oswald is less antagonistic toward cup for the rest of the trip and Felix ended up going to save Mickey instead of the brush despite it being at first a desperate attempt to get ozzy to calm down so in my eyes it counts)

Okay! Let’s go!” Felix said as he pulled Mugs and Boris away by their neck-wear. Oswald watched in entertained and perplexed amazement. Bendy felt like he missed something(106)

Oswald!” Felix stood too. “Wait, there has to be a mistake! We--”

“It’s okay Felix. I can handle this. You fellas just rest and relax,” Oswald said(106)

We’re all in danger as long as this thing is ticking,” Felix said pityingly. Oswald grimaced and looked from the door to Felix and back again. He clenched a fist and banged it against the car wall.

“Fine!” he growled and turned on Bendy and Boris. “But you make sure you get him out safe!”(109)

Holy stars. We’re alive.” Oswald slumped against the wall. Felix stepped up and patted him on the shoulder.

“Nice job Oswald.” Felix smiled.

The rabbit snorted. “You can call me Ozzy after this. Hell, call me anything you want. That was absolutely insane.”( 110)

Felix. He had a new respect for the cat. Soft spoken and kind. He had a tough side too. The toon had been steely yesterday. He was definitely the adventurer from his books. Oswald could see it now.(112)

“If he’s a demon, what is stopping him from going on a rampage with them? Maybe attack the angel’s city or something. I mean, that would make a lot of sense.”

“And you think Felix would actually help with that?” Mickey raised his brows.

“Maybe he’s lying to all of them,” Oswald suggested.(112)

Oswald stayed still, eyes wide as he absorbed what had just happened. How Felix had reacted. Until he felt heat in his ears and face. No way.(112)

“Ozzy?” Felix asked and followed his glance to the other side of the long table. “Is everything okay?” 

The rabbit sighed. It wasn’t his business. It really wasn’t. He was having a good night with his friends and brother.(125)

The inky crew seemed curious, especially cupface, but Oswald could ignore them. Almost. All but Felix.(125)

Oswald sighed. “Let me guess. You said or did something and you’re wondering if this is all your fault.” 

Felix’ eyes widened. “How do you know?” 

Oswald laughed. “Because that’s how a parent thinks.” He grinned. “And I knew you were close to them, Felix.” (149)

Felix scowled. “It’s nothing,” he grumbled and stomped to the sidewalk, the others on his tail. 

“Don’t give me that!” Oswald said. “Now show me.” 

Felix rolled his eyes and lifted his shirt. A couple pieces of glass and a long shallow cut above his scars. Oswald paled. “I’m fine,” Felix said again and sat on the sidewalk(150)

Hey Felix, seems like we’re in the same boat.” Oswald smiled. (156)

You just be the nice fella you’ve been and listen when someone wants to finally talk about it,” Oswald said and shut his eyes. 

“You sound so wise,” Felix said and smiled(156)

Oswald shrugged.  “I’ll be fine. Worry about the others.” 

Felix nodded. “Thanks Ozzy. You’re a great help.” 

The bunny blushed and lowered his chin. “It’s nothing.” (156)

“Don’t worry Felix. I’ll save anything good for you.” Oswald winked. The cat ducked and pulled his hat down.(162)

Oswald blinked. “Okay. Weird. Felix? What’s going o- Why do you have antlers ?” The adventurer had two perfectly mirrored deer antlers right between his ears.(248)

Just the entirety of them in 251 but here are some personal favorites:

“Doubts? You?” Oswald tilted his head, looking surprised.(251)

Oswald flushed and scratched the back of his head embarrassed. “It makes sense that I instantly felt a connection with you. I mean, I understand not getting along with your family and being burned in the past too.”(251)

Oswald winked. “After all, you’re a cussing charming fella. How could they not love that smile!” 

Felix flushed. Oswald blinked and blushed himself. Felix coughed. “Thanks!” the cat said quickly to save both of them from an awkward silence. “I appreciate that. More than you know.” 

Oswald’s face got even darker, his ears fell. “Don’t mention it.”(251)

Oswald’s cheeks flushed before he raised his nose. “Brillant, huh?” 

“You’re everything you listed and then some. I hope I can shape up to be half the father you are,” Felix said. 

Oswald grinned. “Go on.” 

Felix paused a raised a critical brow. 

Oswald smirked teasingly. “I never said anything about being humble.” 

The two burst with laughter. (251)

Okay, okay,” Oswald wheezed. “We better go before anyone bangs the door down.” 

“Well, you’d have to get off me first,” Felix pointed out. Oswald looked down and seemed to realize that he was straddling Felix.

“Ah! S-sorry! Oops, sorry! Haha!” The rabbit's face darkened (251)

Oswald's eyes widened. Felix attempted to escape to the door, but a hand closed around his wrist. “Hey,” Oswald said, his tone had dropped. Felix glanced back to see the handsome bunny watching him intensely. “H-how about lunch tomorrow? I’ll buy.” 

What was with that look? “Okay,” Felix agreed, feeling both excited and a little nervous. “What’s the occasion?” 

Oswald smiled, but his eyes didn’t soften. “Does there need to be one?”(251)

The hand on his shoulder squeezed before pulling back. “Bendy and Boris need me. In a lot of ways, now more than ever.” He looked up to see Oswald's smile soften into something warmer(256)

Felix raised a brow. “You’d go into Hell for me?” 

Oswald folded his arms behind his head. “Well yeah, Feels. You’d do that for me. I know you would. You’re amazing so I’m just trying to keep up.” 

Felix felt his face heat up, and he laughed. “You keep up with me? Hahaha! Ozzy, I thought I needed to try to keep up with you!” 

“M-me!” Oswald chuckled. “Well, I’ll be.” (262)

“He’s actually quite the fella. Super smart, fast, funny, bashful, and you’d think he’s all quiet but no. He is full of surprises! Right when I think I have him figured out, there’s a new twist. He can really keep me on my toes. But he’s a good fella. No, a great one. He’s trying to adopt those boys and it’s not easy. I’ve been trying to help and I swear they make those documents as dry as possible in hopes you’d give up! But Felix is smart. Smarter than me. And you should see the look in his eyes when he gets mischievous. You aren’t ready for it since he seems like such a nice strait-laced fella but he can be a real schmuck if he wants to!”(268).

#the inky mystery #babtqftim #qftim #qftim felix #felix the cat #oswald the lucky rabbit #felix x oswald #oswald x felix #idek how to tag this stuff #I think this is the first time I’ve made my own post about it #anyway read the inky mystery #it’s a long ride but it’s got some great worldbuilding!!!

[circular-bircular]

Why do you use parts language? I’m not trying to be mean but it feels really weird to see someone call themselves less than a person. Like I’m watching someone hurt themselves. I want to understand more.

I really love puzzles. I have a 1000 piece puzzle of the night sky that I’m going to be doing soon (hopefully). It’s pretty difficult; a lot of the pieces look the same. But if I look closely, I can see the very, very minute differences. And of course, some are very different — a big bright star versus a black inky sky.

I like to put puzzles together. I like the relaxation that I feel from finding the way to make it form something more — something bigger than it was before. It can be frustrating at times, yes, and I sometimes need to step away from the puzzle and leave the pieces to rest, but in time, I’ll always return and work on finding those connections again.

My goal is to one day put all of those pieces together to form a bigger picture. But I’m not like those people who glue it down or frame the completed puzzle on the wall; I usually take a picture of completed puzzles. I don’t personally want to take those pieces and fuse them together; I just choose to appreciate how those pieces can fit together.

I’m mostly grateful this is a new puzzle. I know there’s no pieces missing. There’s nothing more heartbreaking to me when I am almost done a puzzle and discover that a piece is missing. That’s because the pieces are just as important as the big picture; each one holds so much value, and without those pieces, the picture just isn’t complete.

I don’t understand how anyone could look at those pieces and deem any of them less important.

… does that make sense?

I know that was esoteric, and I want to leave that post at just that, but I’m also autistic and understand how extended metaphors can sometimes muddy the waters.

Firstly; your system isn’t mine. I’ve found great healing from using parts language, but if it discomforts you so much, it might be a good idea to just block that terminology on tumblr! What works for me might not work for you.

Secondly; I’m not less than a person simply due to being a part. I’m just as valuable — maybe even more so, in my eyes — than a single person. My value as a part doesn’t dip in any way simply because I am a part. I’m still just as worthy of respect, love, and joy as any other person out there.

Thirdly; I also use it/its pronouns at times, and I’ve found people are uncomfortable with that for similar reasons. I use them because I have a large disconnect from myself, and (particularly while online), I feel more like an object than a person. That is very, very particularly a dissociative thing, and is SPECIFICALLY dehumanizing myself — but it’s also not hurting me. It’s something that brings me gender euphoria (again, just in specific instances) and grounds me to reality. And that really circles into point 4:

It’s not hurting me. I am so, so happy to have parts language. If you’re curious, I use the tag “#parts language my beloved” a lot for posts about why parts language works for me. It’s helped so much. And that’s why I use it; it helps me.

#I hope this all makes sense #I might’ve rambled #parts language my beloved #asks #anon #syscourse #armageddon comes while i’m sleeping

[mellowwillowy]

For Personal Read only, really OOC.

"Let go of Dire right now you bastards!!" You roared toward the STYX's guards that were escorting Crowley, ready to give the automatons a hard kick.

Just before Trein could keep the knocked-down automatons another knock, one had threateningly loomed behind you, ready to bash your head.

But it never did so, not when Crowley's magic had prevented anything from touching you, not even the staffs. "My, my! I have told you gentlemen I'd follow you obediently so why bother my student? I am gracious enough to not scrape you so let them go!"

It took time for the automatons to recompose themselves, alternating to a default mode before Crowley dispersed the magic barrier. "I'll be back so no need to trouble yourself with these gentlemen! See? This is why I've always told you to not act with brawn over brain!" Crowley gave your cheek a playful pinch before turning his heels back, "Professor Trein, I assume you are kind enough to watch them in my absence?"

It was not a question, it was an order.

"Khk-! Meanies! I will find a way to drag you out myself!"

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Crowley couldn't find you in the college, not when any of the ravens were able to find you. He had to manage and find which raven was smart enough to tail after you and fortunate was him, a crow managed to sneak into the Island of Woe.

But what was more amusing was the fact that there were 2 ravens that tailed 2 subjects into the island. One resting on your hand while the other was trapped in a cage, observing one of his students.

The other student who belonged in the Ignihyde dorm, sat like an honored guest with tea and desserts lined for them to consume. It appeared that this student had a connection with the Shroud Family, he assumed.

To be fair, he was not assuming. He was merely monologuing like a main character who had no idea of anything.

That student, was 'you'. And he knew you better than anyone would ever be. In summary, that student was a humanoid developed by a certain family and the Shroud family.

Caught in a pitiful state just like Ortho Shroud, the student miraculously survived despite being pronounced dead. It was only a slight chance of living as a human but both families were quick enough to find a way to pull them from the underworld.

It was more of a prisoner in a humanoid body, a prisoner that yearned to die, contrasting Ortho Shroud's wish. Neither of them had the same noble wish but both of them shared a goal. To eradicate the world for a mutual chance of living.

Idia was never fond of you, as he quoted, he found your gaze unsettling. Unsettlingly familiar, similar to the student. But what unsettled him the most was the fact that Ortho was very fond of you just like how he acted with him.

And he hated how his guts seemed to whisper some ominous truth about you and the student who resided in his dorm. Perhaps the trip to the Island of Woe would help ease him down?

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Vil managed to yank Idia up while you were trying your best to not fall. Alas, it was pointless, a pair of inky hands kept you still by your ankle, legs, thighs, and then to your face.

With the same pair of eyes you two shared, the blot stared into you in disdain and grudge, pulling you deeper into the underworld. What greeted you was not death but a burst of magic.

Just before you could put it to good use, the same raven that stuck around you burst into an army of ravens, circulating around you to the point you couldn't see their eyes anymore. Only darkness enveloped you.

"You must not join us just yet, don't worry, I will console them later"

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"Woah, Vil, what happened to you? Did I sleep for another thousand years again?" were your first words the moment you woke up. It couldn't be helped, aside from Lilia's burgundy eyes, Vil was the one who caught most of your attention.

"Silence! You were only asleep for hours!" "Lilia seemed to enjoy playing the role of a prince when he transferred his magic onto you with his lip." Malleus quoted as he observed everything.

"Pukukuku, how does it feel like to be woken up like a princess?" Lilia gave your cheek another smooch before dropping you on both legs. You were perfectly fine, alive in a youthful appearance.

Magic.

You tried to imagine something, to prove that you were capable of using it but failed miserably. You couldn't wield even one bit.

Ortho Shroud. Idia Shroud. Those two names rang in your head.

They have to know how to regain my power.

Oh if only you turn your suspicion toward Crowley.

#TWST x Reader #Dire Crowley x Reader #Twisted Wonderland #TWST

[leeeeeeeeech]

Desperate Measures Pt 2

"Say my name." he repeated, his words carrying a weight of anticipation. I take a deep breath, trying to find my resolve.

"I don't know your name." I say, much more meek than I meant. Fear and uncertainty clung to my words like tar. There was a brief pause, an eerie stillness settled in the room, broken only by the hum of the television.

A dark chuckle emerged from the depths of the screen, the man's face contorting into a rather unsettling grin. It was as if he was amused by my fear, drawing it in like a moth to a flame.

"Yeah you do," he responded, his gravelly voice taking on a playful tone. It was clear that he was toying with me, reveling in my confusion.

"Here, let me give ya a visual toots."

Suddenly, the screen began to stretch and warp, distorting reality itself. The man's fingers emerged from within the screen, long and gnarled like the branches of a twisted tree. As they extended toward me, insects crawled and skittered across the screen, tumbling onto the carpet in a chaotic dance.

Panic surged through me, and I stumbled backward, desperate to put distance between myself and this nightmarish intrusion. The room crackled with static, and the man's voice echoed once more.

"What are these?" he inquired, his eyes fixed on the insects that now littered the floor. Despite my fear, I found myself leaning forward, attempting to identify the tiny creatures. After a few moments of scrutiny, recognition took hold.

"They're beetles," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

The man's grin widened, revealing sharp, predatory teeth. "That's right," he purred, his eyes gleaming with a sinister delight. "Now, what's this?"

I watch in horror as the man contorts in a glass cup, green liquid pouring into it in rapid succession.

"Juice?" I blurted out, feeling more and more bewildered by the minute.

The man in the glass laughed. "Bingo!" he exclaimed, his eyes glittering with glee.

"Now," He transformed back into himself, holding the glass of green juice. Before I could interject he snatched a beetle from the carpet.

"Put them together!" He excitedly dipped the beetle into the juice, and threw it into his mouth. I cringed at the audible crunch.

"Beetlejuice?" His eyes snapped open, green sparks bounced off his irises.

"Yessss?" He responded, looking somehow more malevolent. I look around the room, waiting for something to happen. Beetlejuice sighs, directing my attention back to him.

"Ya gotta say it two more times toots."

"Oh," I falter, my adrenaline slowing down enough for me to think for a moment.

"If I say your name again, will you leave me alone?" I attempt to strike a deal with this... ghost? demon? I wasn't really sure what he was honestly.

Beetlejuice leaned in close, his grin stretching from ear to ear, his breath like a foul gust of wind. "Sure thing, sweet thing. But you gotta say it three times in a row, real fast, and then I'm outta here like a bat outta hell." He winked, or rather, blinked at me.

I hesitated, contemplating the consequences of complying with this bizarre request. But the relentless grin on his face was more than enough to convince me.

"Fine, Beetlejuice," I said, my voice trembling. "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!"

The room seemed to warp and twist, colors swirling like a vortex. Beetlejuice's cackling laughter filled the air, growing louder and more maniacal with each repetition of his name.

And then, as suddenly as he had appeared, Beetlejuice vanished, leaving me standing there, shaken and bewildered.

I rub my eyes, deciding to just go to sleep and deal with whatever bullshit just happened in the morning. I quietly pad to my room, and flop onto my bed. I turn over, sliding my hands underneath the pillow, ready to fall into the inky void of dreamland. As my hands slide, they're met with something extremely cold. I recoil, jumping at the freezing temperature.

I roll, flicking on my lamp to see what the issue was. As my eyes flicked back to my bed, I screamed. There, in all his disgusting glory, was Beetlejuice. He had a smirk on his face as he struck a seductive pose, jutting his hip up into the air. His moldy suit rubbing off on my comforter. I grimace, crossing my arms at the ghost.

"You said you would leave me alone."

He smiles, taking his fingers and squishing them into his cheeks in a faux-cute manner.

"I lied."

#beetlejuice x reader #my writing #this is officially becoming a series