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— DAMAGED GOODS

PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Rabban/Harkonnen!OC

SUMMARY — The servants have been telling Baron Harkonnen many times before that the relationship between his young heir and his twin sister is close. Very close. Too close. The Baron only chuckles at that. He couldn’t care less, as long as Feyd-Rautha is a warrior he wants him to be and his sister remains out of his sight.

REQUEST — (1)

AUTHOR’S NOTE — The Reader is a Rabban/Harkonnen. I've described some of her looks – her skin is pale but not because she is *white* but because they're all pale (due to the pollution and lack of normal sunlight I guess). She has hair but it's white. I didn't describe the structure of her hair or anything and the colour is caused by the lack of pigment. Her facial features are not described in any way. Oh, and she has black teeth, too... 😁 It will be explained in the fic. I tried to make it an x Reader fic but, yeah, quite a lot about her looks is described. On the other hand, I hope it's understandable since she's Feyd's twin. I am very happy that I received this request because I've been itching to write something like that for a long time. 🤍

WARNINGS — INCEST, SMUT, non/dub-con, breeding

WORD COUNT — 6,610

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

DAMAGED GOODS

Baron Harkonnen was ready to leave Lankiveil with his two nephews – small Feyd-Rautha in one of the female servants’ arms and teenage Glossu on whose shoulder The Baron was keeping his hand on. He didn’t have any heirs of his own so one day he’d name one of the boys his Na-Baron and give them his Harkonnen surname.

They nearly reached the ship when one of the female servants of Lankiveil ran up to them with a small bundle in her arms.

“My Lord,” she called out and The Baron turned around, irritated. The woman was terrified of him but she still had her duties. “What about the girl, my Lord?” She asked.

The Baron squinted his eyes at the child in her arms. Feyd-Rautha’s twin sister (Y/N) Rabban – he had no use for her.

“Give her to the Bene Gesserit or kill her, I do not care,” he commented as Glossu’s muscles stiffened under his uncle’s touch.

“She is my sister,” his eyes widened at those words. “Please, let her come with us.”

“You will soon realise that women on Giedi Prime hold no significance. A girl…” Baron Vladimir winced. “I do not wish to raise her. She will be a burden.”

“Then I will raise her. I will take care of her,” Glossu pleaded. “And one day you will find her a match, someone to marry to create a powerful alliance. She will be useful,” he kept convincing.

The Baron wanted to be feared even amongst his family members. But he didn’t want to be hated by his older nephew from the first day. Irritated, he sighed and waved his hand at the maid.

“Fine, I shall take her,” he sighed.

Hesitantly, the maid handed the child to Glossu Rabban as his uncle gave him a scolding look.

“You’re responsible for her now,” he reminded.

“She is my sister. Her place is with me and Feyd,” Rabban nodded.

About this one thing he was stubborn and about this one thing he would fight even his own uncle. Baron Vladimir decided it would be for the best to let the boy have it his way.

(Y/N) and Feyd were raised differently – he was raised to be a strong warrior and his uncle’s pet. Relentless in combat, obedient to his Master, an enjoyer of pain. Inflicting it on others but also the pain being inflicted upon him. Psychotic and murderous. His twin sister was kept away from such an environment by her older brother. He wanted her to become a grand lady. Of course Glossu Rabban had no idea about women’s education but he made sure that his little sister had dozens of tutors. The smarter and more courteous she was, the easier it would be to sell her in a marriage union one day. It didn’t mean she was easy to manage. Ever since she was a little girl, she would cause trouble by following her twin brother everywhere and wanting to be as mischievous as him. He was given the Harkonnen surname and the title of na-baron. She was just Countess (Y/N) Rabban. Many thought she was actually Glossu Rabban’s daughter. Despite being raised differently, her and Feyd were inseparable.

They were not identical twins – she was a splitting image of her mother while he remained a mix of both parents. He was born bald like most of The Harkonnens, she was lucky to keep her hair even though it lacked pigment and was snowy white. The only thing in common they had was their sickly pale Harkonnen skin… and their blood.

The servants had been telling The Baron many times before that the relationship between his young heir and his sister was close. Very close. Too close. The Baron would only chuckle at that. He couldn’t care less, as long as Feyd-Rautha was a warrior he wanted him to be and his sister remained out of his sight and out of big trouble that would require him to intervene.

(Y/N)’s chambers were connected to Feyd’s with the tall, black doors. In fact, they resided in the chambers of The Baron and The Baroness Harkonnen. These chambers had not been used in many years before Feyd was given them by his uncle in his teenage years. It was only natural that (Y/N) followed to the room attached to his. But most mornings, the servants would not find her in her bed. She was being found in her brother’s embrace, their legs intertwined, her hands wrapped around his muscular chest. As if they were still two embryos in their mother’s womb.

She could swear, she could feel pain when he was experiencing it. And out of them two, only he enjoyed it. It brought her no pleasure to see his scars from their uncle’s punishments. She would kiss them all better, every thin line of scarred flesh upon his back would be soothed with her lips. She loved to watch him train, following him around like a puppy at first but then she grew to be a fine woman herself and she no longer gave such innocent energy. All the years of trying to be invisible for her uncle had taught her how to slither around the fortress like a snake; always observant, always on guard, always quiet and unnoticeable. 

(Y/N) focused so hard on not being a bother for her uncle that she forgot other people might notice her, too.

The Baron was staring at the veiled old woman in front of him with a contemptuous smirk. Of course he would follow the Bene Gesserit's order in the end whether he wanted it or not but he needed her to see that he was not as easy to control as most of the lesser lords.

“What are you asking of me, woman?” He asked as he looked her up and down.

The Bene Gesserit sighed. She knew perfectly well that he had heard her before.

“I want to put Countess Rabban to the test of Gom Jabbar to see if she’s fit for the marriage union that shall be arranged between her and Prince Paul Atreides,” she repeated her words.

“I am not fond of that girl but she is the closest thing to a daughter I have ever had,” The Baron shook his head. “What makes you think I would give her away to an Atreides?”

“Atreides was supposed to have a daughter who would be a match for your nephew Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. His concubine gave him a son instead but it doesn’t have to mean the match cannot be arranged. After all, Feyd-Rautha has a twin sister sharing his genetic material with him.”

“And what do I get of this union?” The Baron snorted.

“Control over your enemy; The Atreides family,” the Bene Gesserit nodded her head.

“Control over them? By sending that girl over there?” The Baron laughed at the idea. “She’s a weak woman. She won’t have control over anything.”

“Paul Atreides is a boy of a gentle nature, I have tested him already. Countess Rabban will easily push him in all the directions you will ask her to,” the woman tried to convince The Baron. He knew that if he’d argue even further she would just use The Voice.

“Alright then,” he shrugged his arms. “Put her to a test. If she dies, you’ll be the one breaking the news to her brothers. I won’t deal with their pathetic tears.”

Feyd didn’t know where his sister was. It was unusual for her not to wait in her chambers in the evening. Either way, he ordered the servants to fill the bathtub with water and then told them to leave as he sank into the warm liquid after a long day filled with combat training.

The doors opened after a while and (Y/N) entered the room. She had an odd expression on her face as if she was bothered with something and he spotted a few beads of sweat upon her forehead.

“Where were you?” Feyd squinted his eyes at her.

“The Bene Gesserit asked me to join her for a while. She did something weird to me,” she answered as she worked on her dress swiftly to take it off as quickly as possible.

“What do you mean weird?” Feyd tilted his head as he watched her undress. The folds of her skirt and bodice fell down to the floor and revealed her smooth skin and all the curves.

He had asked his older brother about their mother only once. His question had been about her looks. “What did she look like?”, young Feyd had asked. And all Glossu had answered was – “Just look at our sister”.

“She put me to a test. You’d like it,” (Y/N) smirked at him as she turned around to face him and join him in the bathtub. “It was painful,” she admitted and leaned her back on the edge, facing him. She let out a relaxed moan at the feeling of the warm water.

“She hurt you,” Feyd’s question was more of a statement as his jaw clenched.

“I’m fine,” (Y/N) let out a laugh at his reaction. “Such a strong warrior you are and look at you, your older sister is your weakness,” she teased.

“Twenty minutes older,” Feyd scoffed as she chuckled at his annoyance. “Age does not matter, I could snap your neck in a second, dear sister. You have no idea how to defend yourself,” he pointed out angrily.

“Grumpy, grumpy, Feyd,” she giggled as she moved closer to him and sat astride him. Her hands caressed his muscular chest. “Don’t be so sure I’m that helpless… I’ve been watching you train my whole life. I’ve learnt a thing or two,” she lowered her face to whisper into his ear.

He felt his cock twitching at the feeling of her body on his; her sweet breath on his ear, her whisper sending shivers down his spine. He knew she didn’t mind. In fact, she was feeding off of his desire; teasing him mercilessly over and over. One thing Rabban had made very clear was that she could not be touched by any man before her wedding. But it did not mean that Feyd hadn’t been fantasising about it many times before.

She was an absolute perfection. She was like a reflection in the mirror. And who could be more beautiful and breathtaking than Feyd-Rautha himself? She was his missing part like he was hers. They completed each other in many ways but in other ways they were exactly the same. Their heartbeats and breaths were in sync, their desires were the same and he could not tell anymore whether he craved her because of the strong resemblance or had he been the one to spoil her. His childhood experience full of violence and cruelty turned him into a hypersexual predator who would fuck anything and anyone. He had been the first one to put the sexual context into their innocent touches and kisses. On the other hand, she had played along very quickly.

In the whole wide world, his twin sister was the only person who knew and understood him. They had no secrets with each other.

“You’re getting too excited, brother,” she pointed out with a smirk as she threw her arms around his neck. He looked up at her face looming over his. She was even more beautiful like that – on top of him, in control.

“You’re mine,” he let out a raspy whisper as she raised one of her white eyebrows at him. “You’re mine and only mine. Forever,” he breathed out.

“That’s an interesting concept, Feyd-Rautha,” she smiled, “but you do know that our brother is raising me to be another man’s lady.”

“You will be my Baroness and if our brother stands in the way of that happening, I will slay him,” Feyd threatened and his sister moved uncomfortably at his words.

“Stop talking nonsense,” she rose up to leave the bathtub already but Feyd grabbed her by her hair and pulled her down again as she hissed out of discomfort. He hated to inflict pain on her out of all the people but sometimes he just… had to.

“I do mean that,” he drawled as her eyes widened at him.

“I know,” she only said and he licked his lips at the sight of her chest rising up and down as she breathed heavily. He let go of her and watched her leave the bathtub and the bathroom without a word.

Feyd left the bathtub, too. He put on a simple black robe and went back to his room. His sister was laying on his bed, completely naked and playing with one of his short knives in her hands. He sighed with relief at the sight. He expected her to be offended and go to her room before locking the doors for the night.

“I’ll be back in a while,” he told her and approached the doors leading to the corridor. She snorted and he froze.

“You’re like a dog, dear brother. You men are so easy to control with your sexual urges and desires,” she commented and Feyd clenched his jaw as he turned his head around to look at her.

“I’m trying very hard not to violate you. Don’t tease,” he warned.

“Your own sister?” She grinned, showing off her black teeth.

As a child, she had insisted on dyeing them just like her twin brother. Glossu had refused – it would make her look less appealing for the future suitors. Even The Baron had told her it had not been the best idea. (Y/N) had not listened. She had sneaked into the medical wing and had done it herself. At twelve years old she had ruined herself for the first time for Feyd-Rautha.

That had been the only time when Glossu had actually punished her physically. Feyd still remembered because he had been waiting for her by the doors leading to his brother’s chambers. She had been screaming and kicking her feet while getting her arse spanked. After leaving the room, she had sniffled all the tears back and grinned at Feyd with her new black smile. “I’ve gotten my arse whooped,” she had told him proudly as if it was an achievement.

Some time later she had been caught wanting to shave her head off but it was Feyd this time who had stopped her – telling her how much he loved it, how it was making her look different than all the other women around. How much power that hair was giving her. It had made her hesitantly put the scissors down.

And now, Feyd did not answer her teasing accusation as he left the bedroom to go to his concubines, leaving his sister alone. He would join her later, when she would already be asleep. He’d pull her closer and she’d open her arms to welcome him. He’d fall asleep caressing the soft curves of her body and feeling her heartbeat pressed to his.

Two weeks later he trained as usual while (Y/N) sat nearby and watched. She would clap her hands excitedly each time he’d succeed and make a boo sound each time he’d lose. There was lots of mockery in her exaggerated reactions but he couldn’t imagine training without her around anymore.

At the sight of his brother entering the courtyard, Feyd lowered his blade and gave him an unpleasant look.

“What do you want? Why are you interrupting me?” He asked Glossu.

“I am not here for you,” his brother extended his hand towards their sister. “(Y/N), come with me. It is important,” he insisted and she whined. “Our uncle requires your presence.”

“Why?” Feyd barked. He did not like the idea of his uncle wanting something from his sister.

“It is none of your business, Feyd,” Glossu snapped at him and a second later he already had his brother’s knife pressed to his neck.

“Everything regarding (Y/N) is a business of mine,” Feyd hissed.

“Leave him alone,” she approached them as she ordered her twin brother. He took a step back and lowered the blade but only because it was her ordering him. She would always defend Glossu in all the arguments between the brothers. Feyd knew why – their older brother had been the closest thing to a father she had. He protected her, too. And that was the only thing Glossu and Feyd had in common. The love for their sister.

But only one of them loved her… so much.

She put her hands around Glossu’s arm and allowed him to lead her out of the courtyard. Feyd waved his hand dismissively at the servant he had been fighting with as he decided to follow them.

“Your presence was not requested,” his brother remarked.

“Don’t tease him so,” (Y/N) scolded him and he shut his mouth.

Glossu led them to the throne room where their uncle was sitting. But he was not alone. He had guests. Feyd and (Y/N) recognised them immediately from the pictures. The Atreides family – dignified and regally looking Duke Leto Atreides with his beautiful concubine Lady Jessica of The Bene Gesserit. Between them there was a young man standing – their son, Prince Paul Atreides. He was visibly trying to put on a brave face but he was scared and his eyes avoided the siblings who had just entered the room.

“Ah, here they are,” The Baron beckoned them over with his hand as he announced them. “My eldest nephew Count Glossu Rabban and his beloved younger sister, my niece, Countess (Y/N) Rabban.”

She let go of her older brother’s hand and stepped out to bow down slightly. Feyd sneered at that. He always would whenever she’d act like a lady – like their brother and uncle wanted her to. Like she had been taught to ever since she was a little girl.

“That insolent young man standing behind her is my heir and (Y/N)’s twin brother, Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen,” The Baron gave Feyd a scolding look.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, my Lords, my Lady,” Duke Leto nodded his head at all of the siblings.

“(Y/N), child, come closer,” The Baron cooed to her unusually. He would often put on such a show in front of important guests as if he wasn’t treating her like air most of the time. But Feyd was glad that his uncle actually ignored his sister. Otherwise it would be more difficult to protect her.

She approached the guests with furrowed brows, visibly confused by this situation. Feyd’s heart already squeezed inside of his chest as he had a feeling what that was about.

“You will be married to Prince Paul Atreides,” The Baron informed her as if it was nothing.

Feyd looked at Glossu first but his brother did not look surprised at all. He had to know already and it made Feyd feel even angrier as he treated it as betrayal. He shot his uncle a furious glance and then he laid his eyes on his twin sister. To his surprise, she was smiling softly at the shy and gently looking young man.

“It is a great honour,” she bowed her head and Paul Atreides flinched a little. She noticed it. “Do not be scared of me, my Lord,” she chuckled delicately. “I am nothing like my brothers.”

Feyd gritted his teeth. Without a word – rudely and risking his uncle’s punishment – he turned around and left the room.

He saw her again in the evening. He had been training intensely for the past few hours, trying to let the frustration go. The doors leading to her bedroom were ajar and he peeked inside. (Y/N) was packing her things into black wooden chests.

“What are you doing?” Feyd asked her as his blood ran cold.

“I shall take a different room from now on. It is inappropriate for us to share one,” she muttered without even looking up at him.

“Since when do you care?” Feyd leaned on the wall and watched her carefully, trying not to show how much he was panicking on the inside.

“Since I am getting married soon,” she shrugged her arms and he snorted at her.

“You really think I’m going to allow this union, dear sister?” He asked and she turned her face around with her brows furrowed.

“You have nothing to say in that matter, brother,” she reminded him. “You are nothing but our uncle’s pet. The psychotic and fearsome Feyd-Rautha… If only they knew that you’re not scary at all,” she remarked as his jaw clenched.

“I will kill him if I must. That boy, Paul Atreides,” Feyd threatened.

“We both know you will not. It would have consequences greater than you and I can even imagine,” she smiled but he noticed the curls of her lips twitching. She was nervous.

“How can you not oppose this marriage?” Feyd let his guard down as he asked genuinely, expecting an answer just as honest.

His sister’s facial expression changed as well. She approached him and cupped his face in her delicate, soft hands.

“I’ve always known I would leave Giedi Prime eventually. I could only hope for a good husband and Paul Atreides is good. He is young and pretty and naive. My life as his Duchess will be easy and pleasant,” she explained softly. “I’ve always known I would leave Giedi Prime and I couldn’t wait for that day. I want to… No, I need to get away from here… from you,” she whispered as his eyes widened at her revelation. “You’re poisonous, Feyd-Rautha. You have spoiled me already, ruined me, stained me. And everywhere I go, our uncle’s sticky spiderweb surrounds me, suffocates me,” she finished before leaning in to place a gentle goodbye kiss upon his lips.

She wanted to move away but he grabbed her cheeks and aggressively pulled her closer once again, kissing her yet again but possessively and hungrily. She didn���t kiss him back this time.

When he finally let go of her, they were both breathing heavily but there was nothing but anger in their eyes.

“Stay away from me and stay away from Paul Atreides,” she warned her brother and he walked out of her room before slamming the doors behind him, furiously.

But Feyd did not stay away. Whenever he was not in the courtyard, training vigorously and slaying his opponents one after another with the ferocity he had not displayed before, he would follow (Y/N) and her husband-to-be around the fortress. He didn’t trust any servant to spy on them for him, no, he had to do it himself.

Paul Atreides was left alone for two weeks on Giedi Prime and after that time he would take the Countess with him to Caladan. He was scared of his betrothed’s planet as he was widening his eyes at everything as she explained to him gently. Usually Feyd was catching them in the maze of countlessly corridors as they walked together. Soft laughter of his sister occasionally filled the cold marble walls. 

He was nearly always there; creeping in the shadows, watching, observing, gritting his teeth at her every smile or blush. Paul Atreides, visibly scared of her at first, was slowly starting to get used to her presence. And one day he dared to lean in and steal a delicate kiss from her lips.

Feyd clenched his fists at the sight as he was hiding behind the pillar. His sister’s lips had never been kissed before by any man other than him. His blood boiled when he realised that not only Paul Atreides would kiss her but also claim her as his own and put his weak and pathetic heirs inside her womb.

No, that could not happen. She was made for him, she was his other half. Feyd-Rautha would not let any other man take her away from him.

He turned around and quietly went to the living quarters where he found the room that now belonged to his sister. He barked at the servant girls to leave him and they ran away, startled by his anger. Once he was alone in (Y/N)’s bedroom, he patiently waited.

After a while, he heard her footsteps down the corridor. He would recognise them everywhere. He stood behind the doors as his heart pounded in his chest from the anticipation.

She pushed the doors open and walked inside, looking around for her servant girls. Feyd was standing behind her and observing her carefully, wondering when she’d notice him.

“I know you’re here,” she sighed without looking back. “I can recognise your stench,” she drawled.

He growled at her insolent words as he swiftly moved forward and grabbed her by her hair, pulling it by the roots and making her hiss out of pain. He pulled her closer to him, rested her body on his and smirked while pressing his cheek to hers.

“You’ve never seemed to complain about my scent before, dear sister,” he pointed out.

“I meant that you stink of sweat and blood at this very moment,” she fixed herself, still wincing out of pain he was inflicting upon her. “What do you want from me?”

“I saw you with him,” he breathed out.

“I know. I see you in the shadows every time,” she sneered. “I recommend finding a different hobby.”

“You’re mine. If you think I’m going to let you leave Giedi Prime, carry his surname and bear his filthy Atreides children in your womb, then you are mistaken, sister,” Feyd whispered angrily into her ear before biting on her earlobe.

She did not answer but in her eyes he spotted fear. Real fear, not her usual playful demeanour. For the first time in her life she was truly scared of her twin brother. Perhaps for the first time she understood why others feared him.

Still holding her by her white hair, he walked her to the bed and threw her on it. She immediately tried to crawl away and run away from him but he grabbed her ankle and watched her struggle with a smirk.

“Leave me alone,” she tried to command him. And usually he would listen to her orders but not now, too blinded by jealousy.

In one swift movement he brought her closer by her ankle and tore her dress and underwear open with his small knife. She looked up at him with anger, fear and a dose of excitement that made him smirk. Her body betrayed her – she wanted it, too. 

He was rock hard already at the sight of her like that for him. She was like a prey on display for him to feast upon. Feyd licked his lips and turned her around. He took his cock out of his leather pants as she tried to stand up on her shaky hands and legs to get away. Before she’d move too far, he pulled her close once again with a laugh.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he threatened and pressed his blade under her chin.

On her hands and knees with her beautiful white hair resting on her back – he had been dreaming of claiming her from behind this way for years now. She was trembling out of fear and anger but she couldn’t scream for help when his blade was so close to her larynx.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned in closer to her ear. “You’re my other half.”

He felt her swallowing thickly under his blade as he smirked to himself and moved the knife away. Before she could scream, he pushed her head down into her pillow, muffling any sound that would leave her mouth.

“No Atreides will fuck you. No other man will at all, for that matter,” he barked at her, his cock twitching already at the sight of her exposed womanhood. “You’re mine,” he reminded her.

She tried to protest but he couldn’t understand the words she was saying. He pressed her head even deeper into the pillow and with his free hand he ran across her folds, finding her clit and pinching it as she squealed and kicked her feet.

She was so delicate and sensitive, his dear sister. He took a deep breath in as he was starting to get dizzy from the sight and smell alone. He worked his fingertips around her sweet spot and noticed her muscles relaxing as her will to fight him off started to subdue gradually. At the first feeling of her warm wetness, he gathered it and brought his fingers to his mouth. Feyd hummed at the taste.

“Do you know what you taste like?” He asked her angrily and pulled her hair again. She shook her head. “Like me,” he pointed out. “Because we belong together,” he reminded her and she whined.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed her now. He pumped his hard cock a few times before lining it up with her tight hole. Feyd nearly felt bad for his sweet sister, for the pain she would experience now. But no feeling was stronger than his lust.

He entered her in one deep thrust while she yelped and writhed; even the pillow was not able to muffle the pathetic sound leaving her mouth. He closed his eyes at the feeling of her warm and tight walls spasming around his length. She was perfect, she was made for him and him only. They were finally complete again; one body, one soul.

“You will rule with me as my Baroness,” he hissed as his hips began to thrust into her. “We will bring back the old traditions, keep our bloodline pure. And you will give me heirs,” he crooned to her maliciously. “You were made to do that, sweet sister. Made for me. Me,” he kept repeating.

She drooled and sobbed into the soft silky pillow as her hands were clutching on the sheets. She was helpless under him but what she hated the most was that part of her that did not want him to stop. That part of her that felt the same way as her brother – complete at the feeling of him fucking her. Like she was finally connected to the long lost part of her body.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head with each of his thrust, filling her so thoroughly, making her feel full and overwhelmed as he was hitting all the right spots inside of her. She knew that sweet and gentle Paul Atreides would never claim her this way. No one would. Only her twin brother knew how to please her. He understood her more than anybody else.

He spoiled her, he ruined her, he was poisonous. But who said she didn’t want it? Her body betrayed her as it admitted that she craved it.

What she feared were the consequences of this act. The consequences of breaking the fragile truce with The Atreides, the consequences of breaking up the engagement that had been not only prepared by The Baron himself but also plotted by the dangerous Bene Gesserit.

None of it mattered, though. None of it was important with Feyd's cock buried so deep inside of her, his hand pushing her face into the pillow and making her suffocate slightly, which only enhanced the pleasure. His free hand was squeezing her hip and marking it as he grunted and cooed to her all those blasphemous promises about their shared life together, their compatibility, their bodies being made for one another.

She came first; suddenly and without a warning. Her body spasmed and trembled as her limbs went numb. At the feeling of her tight walls fluttering around his cock, Feyd reached his peak right after but he did not pull out for a long time, emptying himself as deep inside of her as he could; straight into her womb.

His sister whined at the feeling of his thick, black cum coating her walls but now, after his release, most of his anger was gone as well, so he just caressed her head and shushed her.

“Shh, dear sister, just take it like you were made to,” he cooed and she didn’t have any strength in her body to fight it anymore.

When he eventually pulled out, he watched her pussy twitching deliciously as a small streamlet of his black cum leaked out of it and stained her grey sheets, mixing with a few droplets of blood.

“Now, when you’ve been claimed by me,” Feyd smirked to himself proudly as he hid his cock back into his pants, “no other man will want you. Not when you’re surely carrying my spawn in your womb,” he added and left the room without a word.

He refused to watch her laying there and sobbing silently, trying to collect her breath and clumsily stand up to go to the bathroom. Some part of him regretted his act and seeing his beloved sister in such a state was bringing him no pleasure. He couldn’t take this back now, though, and he didn’t want to. It just had to be done.

The room was dead silent. Old Bene Gesserit woman was staring at Countess Rabban in disbelief and the young woman held her head down with her hands clasped around her abdomen as if she was protecting her spawn from The Reverend Mother’s gaze.

Both Baron Harkonnen and Duke Atreides looked displeased but only the second one was also visibly disgusted. His son was standing by his side; shocked and scared. Saddened. Disappointed.

Glossu Rabban’s face showed nothing but disappointment and disgust as well. His anger was aimed mostly at his younger brother. He refused to believe his sister could be as rotten as Feyd-Rautha – the only person in the room who actually looked proud as he straightened himself and smirked at everyone gathered inside.

“What are you smiling about, boy?” The Reverend Mother scolded him. “Have you got any idea what you have done?”

“I’ve claimed my sister as my own. It is an old tradition of the Great Houses to practise,” he reminded her.

“Which was abandoned a long time ago for a reason!” The Bene Gesserit snapped at him. “Your sister was supposed to give birth to Paul Atreides’ son and bring Kwisatz Haderach to life!”

“I do not care about your schemes,” Feyd rolled his eyes as he moved closer to his sister.

“Stay away from her,” Glossu barked.

“Or what? She’s already carrying my child inside of her, is she not?” Feyd asked, proudly as most of the room flinched with disgust.

“She can still bear Kwisatz Haderach,” The Baron tried to desperately save the situation. “We can get rid of that spawn inside of her and still give her to Paul Atreides. Obviously, not as a wife anymore,” he assured Duke Leto. “As a whore that she apparently is.”

Feyd clenched his jaw at his words as he took a step ahead of (Y/N) and covered her body with his from the sight.

“Over my dead body any of you will touch my sister or my child,” he drawled through gritted teeth.

“Inbreeding your bloodline might have morbid consequences,” The Reverend Mother informed him. “She’s carrying a demon.”

Feyd snorted at her. Was he supposed to be scared of her words? They only made him even more proud.

At those words, Baron Harkonnen squinted his eyes at the Bene Gesserit woman. He visibly liked the idea of having demonic heirs as well.

“I've changed my mind. We will not get rid of the child,” he decided. “Feyd-Rautha is my na-baron. If he chooses to marry his twin sister, then that is his right,” he said.

“That is plain disrespect!” Duke Leto raised his voice. “We have agreed to this union despite the bride being… not of the best quality. We have brought our son here, to this poisoned planet and nothing but humiliation awaited him here.”

Duke Leto pushed his son lightly in the direction of the doors as they walked out, offended. The guards looked at The Baron Harkonnen questioningly.

“Let them go,” he chuckled. “Soon, their time will come anyway.”

“Not before we secure young Paul Atreides’ bloodline!” The Reverend Mother widened her eyes at him as she ran after Duke Leto. “My Lord, please wait, I have another brides to offer that will suit your son just right…!” Her voice disappeared when the heavy doors closed behind them all.

“So, it’s settled,” Baron Harkonnen took a look at his nephews and niece as he puffed on his pipe and sighed. “You owe me for that, Feyd,” he pointed out and his young nephew bowed down. “I knew that you children would bring me nothing but trouble.”

“I am sorry!” Glossu exclaimed all of sudden as everyone looked at him, surprised. “I am sorry for failing, uncle! I was supposed to look after her, to protect her, to make sure everything goes right…”

“But everything did go right,” Baron Harkonnen laughed contemptuously. “(Y/N), darling, come here…” He reached his hand out and the young woman nodded her head before approaching her uncle, obediently. “When you were a little baby, I wanted to get rid of you,” he admitted as he held her hand. “Your brother Glossu was the one to convince me you would be useful one day. He swore to raise you.”

(Y/N) didn’t react to those words. She only stood there and looked deep into her uncle’s eyes.

“Turns out he was right,” The Baron continued, “you are very useful for The House Harkonnen. You will bear us strong heirs that shall take over the whole Empire…” He hummed and she nodded. “From now on, even before your wedding to your brother, you will be known as Countess (Y/N) Harkonnen. I adopt you,” he announced as her eyes sparkled.

“Thank you, uncle,” she let go of his hand to take a step back and bow her head down.

Feyd stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. Glossu was staring at them as if he wanted to kill them both at that moment. Even his baby sister whom he had raised was suddenly more important in the family hierarchy than him.

“You have my blessing,” The Baron told them and dismissed them all with a wave of his hand.

Feyd walked his sister out of the throne room with his hands still on her shoulders. He was as protective as ever with her now when she was in her delicate state.

He took her back to their shared chambers to which she had returned recently. He sat her down on the edge of his bed and approached the vanity table to get a brush before sitting behind her and taking care of her long, white hair. Delicately working on every small tangle, sniffing the scent of her favourite hair oils, smiling to himself at the thought he would have her for himself forever from now on.

“Are you happy, dear sister?” He asked as he gathered her hair to throw it out of her left shoulder and place a kiss on the exposed skin of her neck.

“We belong together,” she answered, her hands still clasped on her abdomen protectively as if that demonic spawn inside of her needed protection. “I was made for you,” she added.

She would not get away from Giedi Prime. She would not be given to any lord and run away from The Harkonnens. In fact, now she was a Harkonnen, too. Her fate was to rule alongside Feyd-Rautha as his sister-wife.

“I asked, are you happy, dear sister?” He repeated the question, squinting his eyes at her.

She took a deep breath in. She knew that he would know if she lied to him but she didn’t feel the need to hide anything from him. Therefore, she spoke the truth:

“I am.”

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#feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen x reader #lilysfiction #austin butler x reader

[moonsb1996]

Hello everyone, today I'm bringing OCs for you to read and their stories again while writing the main story. Sometimes it's just fun when people like to read them. If anyone has ever read the old one, they will know about A and B, which I have talked about. A group of "terrorists" and a group of "prisoners" escaped where A went to stay. So let's read some of their information.

But this time there will be names of the Ocs, I hope you all like them.

Boss: I'll keep his name for now.

A former war veteran who served as a security guard for the crown princess of a kingdom. He has been falsely accused of being A “terrorist group leader” who is wanted all over the world and has been sent to the world's harshest prisons. which brings together a big villain and a ruthless murderer.

Since Boss knew that the leader of the terrorist group had the intention of assassinating the crown princess of the kingdom, he planned to escape from prison. and delete all data and information that would identify him and all his crew. Because the terrorist group was able to put him in jail instead of the leader. told him that terrorist organization This has connections all over the world. and for the safety of the Crown Princess Therefore, he cannot ask for help from outside countries. To protect his own country

oh ! I forgot that Boss has a leg disability. Make him use a cane and is the sniper of the group And he's the only one in the group who doesn't have special powers. It was just that his wounds healed quickly because they were the result of a "blessing" in the family of the Queen of his home kingdom. (He is the Queen's relative.)

Asphodel :

Former deputy leader of the terrorist group who wanted to wrap himself because it was considered He wouldn't kill a small child. causing an argument with the leader of the terrorist group But Asphodel didn't make it in time to secretly send a message to the investigators to arrest the terrorist group. The old clan leader overdid Asphodel's plans, causing him to be sent to prison instead.

Even Asphodel used to work with terrorist groups. But he has a good nature and is kind to others in his own way. (If he meets a homeless person, he might share food or provide a warm blanket.) He also gets along well with children because he used to raise 3 younger siblings (he is the eldest in the house).

Have knowledge of the operating systems of intelligence agencies and special forces But never went to war. He joins Boss in escaping because the terrorist leader's latest plan makes him impossible to pass up.

And he still has a past that he keeps hidden from anyone. Even though he said his family thought he was dead. Asphodel still keeps an eye on his father and brother from a distance.

Miyar : or A Miyar is the name she uses in the group.

From the previous information, we already know. So this person doesn't need to be talked about!

Dipara :

The older brother who adopted Miyar as his adopted sister. He is a villain who possesses dangerous powers. This makes it worrying that it could lead to mass genocide. (His ability to think is similar to Twice MHA) But he was caught by the raiding officers and sent to prison. He is an outstanding prisoner whose stay in the world's cruelest prison has made him mentally unstable.

(The prison is corrupt.) Dipara is in the process of reconsidering his own life. and received Miyar as his adopted sister because he saw that Myar is not a psychotic murderer who makes headlines. He had thought that if he chose to change his life path, he might not lose consciousness in this prison. But he won't go back and fix the past. Because he considered He himself has gained friends and family these days. And he is also a genius with computers and numbers. which is necessary to delete data causing it to be brought along Because Miyaar refused to abandon Dipara. Asphodel likes to call Dipara and Myar. "Blonde Duo"

Margolo :

He is a simple villain who joins a mutant liberation group that begins to resort to violence. And he wanted to leave the group but was arrested. But he was brought to this prison because Investigators fear that Margolo will be sent in by the former organization to clean up the mess. Margolo is an old founding member who has good connections with the officials. who have chosen to provide information to assist investigators Because Margolo doesn't want both the mutants and the people. Had to die from the explosion

So he ended up staying at this prison and became Boss's cellmate. But his former group has now joined forces with a terrorist group, putting Margolo's life in danger. The investigator who offered Margolo a deal died after saving Margolo's life during a prison escape. The boss and the members took the opportunity to escape. Margolo has the ability to drive a variety of vehicles because he works in transportation. (but have never flown a plane like Boss)

He didn't want there to be a war of hatred between people so he joined the retreat with Boss. And the fact that he became anonymous in the database would make it harder for his old organization to track him down, which is considered an advantage. Magolo is friends with Boss. Because the boss can't drive. But can fly a plane

Phantom Thief 6 :

Heir to the famous thief No one in prison knew that he had been brought here. except asphodel and members of the gang that broke out of prison together He is a thief, actor, and magician whose famous phrase is, “No secret house or safe can escape his hands.”

PT is in this prison because he is escaping from the cult's hunt. who has been chasing his family since his grandfather PT the 5's generation until he lost one of his arms. His abilities are the key to escaping from this prison. And in addition to having made a name for himself in jailbreaking said “No one can escape.” He is also worried about the safety of his two siblings, who were sent away by their grandfather when they were little.

PT also wants to know. What had his grandfather done and why was the family being hunted down? Getting out of prison is the only way for him to solve the mysterious magic his grandfather left before his death. “Help Celene.”

Currently, PT is flirting heavily with Asphodel because besides being cellmates, PT is also a bi who is so heartbroken in love with a woman that he begins to think that he will try flirting with men. And he had a funny saying: “My family is cursed so no human can love us.”

I almost forgot that the PT wore ear prosthetics. Because when he disguises himself, he sometimes has to wear glasses or a mask. His ears weren't the same color as his skin!

Hope you guys like it!

#my art #my original art #my ocs #ocs #original character

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Two posts in one night holy hecc

But here’s my Murder Drones oc C!

What I have so far lore-wise is that during one of her missions to wipe out the worker drones she fell in love with this one worker drone and basically just ran away with them (they even had a kid together that I think I’m gonna call Noelle for now)

All was going well until the rest of her disassembly drone squad found her and basically just forced her to kill her lover right in front of her kid as “punishment “ for her running away.

Ever since then she has constant psychotic episodes where she goes on killing sprees which, for the disassembly drones is seen as a good

This made more sense in my head but perhaps I’ll make a comic or something about it

#murder drones #murder drones fanart #murder drones oc

[mrsaltieri-real]

Darling Dahlia (a sneak peek)

Darling Dahlia Mickey Altieri x OC!Dahlia Levine

Warning/s: mentions of murder, angst, mentions of stalking and Mickeys previous kills and fantasies, language, pining, etc

This is just a sneak peek of what’s to come. I’m planning on making this many MANY chapters. But if not, this is pretty good as as one shot.

Confessions.

“You weren’t supposed to see that, Dahlia.”

Dahlia already had a feeling it was Mickey who had saved her from Nancy Loomis’ attack that night. She had labelled Dahlia as too much of a distraction for Mickey. She felt like she was turning him soft and Nancy couldn’t have that. She needed him strong, cold and unfeeling. That’s the serial killer she had bargained for. That’s the killer she wanted. Her “savior” was donning the Ghostface attire, but Dahlia had smelt Mickey’s cologne. She would know that scent anywhere. It was completely and utterly his own. And then she knew.

That’s when she’d snuck into his dorm and found all of the disgusting, psychotic and downright criminal shit on his computer. Everything he had done, starting years before he even attended Windsor. Before the Woodsboro murders committed by Billy Loomis and her cousin Stu Macher.

Dahlia had read in horror the correspondence between Mickey and Nancy Loomis, none other than Billy Loomis’ mother. She’d read about their plan for Nancy’s revenge on Sidney Prescott for killing her son two years ago, how she had paid for Mickey’s tuition to attend Windsor College so he could carry out their sick plan and how Mickey wanted to do it, even though he didn’t even know Sidney. It was just something he wanted to do. And then, when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she’d seen the videos of herself, varying from two years ago to two days ago. She’d read all the sick ways he had planned on killing her. Exactly how he’d do it and exactly how it would feel for him. The techniques ranged from slow and painful to fast and painless. She’d read the passion in the words and her whole world, her whole life crashed down around her.

Her Mickey was the killer. And he wanted to kill her.

“You wrote about all the ways you fantasized about killing me. What kind of sick fuck does that?”

“That was at the beginning. Things change, Dahli.”

“Don’t call me that.” She spat between her teeth.

“I saved you. I fucking SAVED you. Isn’t that enough?” Mickey demanded, his brown eyes staring at her with… fury? Sadness? She couldn’t tell. But it wasn’t the same look as she was used to. Instead of the soft, melting chocolate, they’d turned hard, cold and flat.

“Mickey. You KILLED people. You killed our friends. And what, I’m supposed to be grateful you ‘spared’ me? Fuck you.” Dahlia tried to sound like she wasn’t afraid, but her voice cracked in her last two words. Fucking great.

Mickey tilted his head slightly and stepped toward Dahlia who instinctively took a step back, her back hitting the wall. He was close enough to her now where she could smell his cologne. Yep. She thought to herself. It was definitely him that night. Like there’s any doubt about it now anyway.

“I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you.” His eyes were the beautiful melting chocolate again. Dahlia winced slightly as she stared into them.

“You’re hurting me right now, Mick.”

Mickey’s face changed again but she couldn’t pinpoint which emotion had taken him over.

“This was never the plan.” He muttered, but she didn’t know if it was to himself or her.

Mickey sighed closing his eyes, pressing his fingers to his temples.

Dahlia was frozen against the wall, trapped between the cold brick and his warm body.

“I wasn’t supposed to become so… involved with you. I watched you. For months before I approached you. I filmed you, learned your routine. Like I did with others I had killed before. Before even this.”

Dahlia’s eyes widened and flickered for a brief moment to his computer. She’d read what he had done. Before the murders he was committing now. A wave of nausea shuddered it’s way through her body as Mickey continued to speak.

“I thought about all the ways I could kill you. I thought of how you would be immortalized. Dahlia Levine, the perfect victim. But then I became fascinated by you. Whenever you talked to a guy, I wanted to fucking kill him. Whenever you were back home visiting your family, I felt like a part of me was gone too. I hated it. I didn’t realize how deep it all went until I realized you were friends with Sidney. That’s all the ammunition I needed to infiltrate myself into your life. To get to her. But the moment you looked at me for the first time. The moment you smiled at me, I felt disgusted for thinking about killing you at all. I wasn’t used to feeling like this. I’ve never… cared before. About anybody. But you were different. You are different. I knew right then and there I couldn’t do it. Then you became my Dahlia. So I made her promise,” he hissed the last word, anger coating his features before his eyes met hers again, “that she wouldn’t kill you. I told her if you had to die, it had to be me to do it. I don’t want to kill you, baby. You don’t have to die, Dahli. You just don’t. Please..”

His voice trailed off as he sighed, his sweet breath fanning over her face and reached his fingers toward her, wiping a tear she didn’t even realize was there with the lightest of touches before cupping her cheek gently in his warm, rough hand. Dahlia closed her eyes, breath shuddering as he spoke again.

“I should’ve stayed away from you. And you should’ve stayed away from me.”

#mickey altieri #mickey altieri x reader #scream #scream 2 #timothy olyphant #i want him #so bad #i’m delulu #the way I honestly think #i would be an exception

[call-sign-shark]

FROM HELL || A TOP GUN!SECRET AGENTS AU

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Pairing: Pete Mitchell x Villain!reader [no Y/N, callsign Hell] // Jake Seresin x Villain!Reader // Dagger Squad x Villain!Reader (platonic)

Words: 2.4k

tags: Unresolved sexual tension (like really sexual), prison, mental illness, cursing, mention of murder, and physical aggression

Summary: The U.S. Department of Defense hired Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and his young aviators to form the DAGGERS: a squad of deadly secret agents. One day, they are called for a special mission: a crimelord called Wolfman stole the plans of a new generation of nuclear weapons. Unfortunately, no one ever managed to catch this sadistic criminal. Their only hope lies in a former assassin Captain Mitchell threw in jail years ago. Who is that girl? No one knows her identity or her past.  All they know is that she worked for Wolfman and is a fearful and remorseless killer. Some called her Death. Others called her Fate. But most people call her Hellhound. 

Theme song: All the Good Girls Go to Hell - Billie Eilish

Notes: This is a +18 story. It contains extreme violence, mention of torture, dark themes, and sexual scenes. MINORS DNI! // Admittedly Hell is more OC than reader, but let's say it's your psychotic counterpart ;)

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Chapter 1 || Good Girls Go to Hell

“Okay squad, friendly reminders for the new guys here! Rule one, don’t go near the bars. Rule two, don’t talk to her. And rule three, if she moves fire her up. Got it?” 

The guard’s bossy tone echoed in the prison’s long sinister hallway. Maverick furrowed his brows as he attentively listened to Captain Thomson enumerating the safety rules to his troops. So many safety measures for only one creature… Wasn't that a bit of an exaggeration?  Of course, she was dangerous, the deep scar on his sides was a living proof of the girl’s madness. Yet, he could not help but find the whole protocol far too scaremongering. 

“AYE SIR.”  

The squad yelled in unison.

“Let’s not exaggerate the matter.” Words left Maverick’s mouth before he could hold them. He only noticed the sarcasm in his voice when it was already too late . At this interjection, Captain Thomson turned around and glared at him. Someday, Maverick’s big mouth would get him in trouble.

“Listen up, Mav. She put three of my guys in hospitals. The first one she ripped his throat with her bare teeth. The second, she broke both of his arms. And the third she knocked his teeth out. So, I don’t think I’m exaggerating the matter.” 

Thomson’s words felt like a cold shower. The bloodcurdling facts he had just spat brought him back to the chilling reality. Maverick had managed to calm down ten minutes ago by telling himself that his irrational fear probably came from his blurry memories. Besides, he had certainly demonized the girl as time passed, his brain still trying to process the trauma. After all, crashing a plane is far different from someone trying to murder you by stabbing your sides several times. Yet, Thomson’s revelations only rubbed it in. Maverick was taken aback. He stood still for a moment, lips half-opened in surprise. Then, he simply nodded before withdrawing into silence to try to regain composure.

Captain Thomson proceeded to unlock all the door’s necessary safety mechanisms. Magnetic card, retinal control, and security control - no one could enter nor exit the cell without authorization. When the door opened, a loud siren rang out for a fraction of a second. The squad stormed inside the gigantic room, their combat boots hammering the ground with a military pace. They circled the large steel cage in the center of the room. Maverick’s emerald eyes observed the room, analyzing the smallest details: all around him were four gargantuan concrete walls, whose height was so impressive that he couldn't even make out the ceiling. Even though the cell had windows,  they were placed so high on these walls that they were simply out of reach.

“What the fuck.” He whispered to himself as his eyes fell on the steel cage.

When she arrived at Blackwood maximum-security Prison, the Government had seen fit to build a giant forged steel cage and place it in the center of a huge reinforced concrete room.  Thanks to this custom-made cell, the guards could watch the inmate at any time and avoid any attempt of aggression and/or suicide. Besides, such a room drastically minimized the risk of her escaping. Thomson had used the word “cell”, but for Maverick it was nothing more than a horrible control box. He snorted with scorn at the sight of the electrical panel, placed further away in the cell. They even electrified the bars of the cage thanks to a remote mechanism.

“On the ground and raise your hands,” screamed the Captain. You crunched your abs to grab the upper bars with your hands, breaking free of your sleeping bat position. You hung from the upper bars a moment, staring at the captain with a shark-like smile. A sordid chuckle escaped from your chapped lips. Thomson was always acting so extra! You let the metallic bars go and fell nimbly on your feet. Thomson was watching your every move, the barrel of his rifle aimed straight at you. 

“Yeah that’s it hot mess, keep calm,”  Thomson said, in the same way that he would talk to a rabid beast that was on the verge of biting him.  Maverick came closer and tilted his head to the side, curious to re-discover the dangerous creature who was held captive in this cage.

His heartbeat stopped.

You were there.

Right in the middle of the cage stood a young woman, in her mid-twenties.  She had a long platinum-blonde mane that cascaded down to her loins. A messy mane that marvelously hugged the hourglass shape of her body. She was wearing an orange inmate overall and a plain black bandeau top to cover her little breasts. She had opened her overall to the hips and knotted the sleeves around her waist for the temperature in her cell was quite hot. The drops of sweat on her skin made her glimmer in the dim orange light coming from the windows above.

Maverick shook her head: you could not be the maleficent demon he had feared for years. You could not be that psychotic killer who had stabbed him in Serbia. He swallowed, staring at your juvenile face: you were so young. So… Petite. 

His head started spinning, not able to cope with the overwhelming vision. He took a deep break, broke free from his lethargy, and walked closer to the cage. The urge had been stronger than him.

“Careful, Captain Mitchell! You’re too close.” 

Capitaine Mitchell.

Blood rushed to your temples as the name echoed in your shattered mind. 

PeteMitchellPeteMitchellPeteMitchellPete…

The memories of your last encounter flashed in your mind with such powerful violence that you brought your hands on both sides of your head, feeling like it was about to explode. Years. You had spent years replaying over and over again all the morbid events that had led you to this cage. Like a broken record, your sick brain kept thinking about him. You had etched every little detail of his face in your mind, the way his smile lit up his features, and the way his crow's feet appeared whenever he squinted. Pete Mitchell haunted you, like a ghost from the past. He, the man who had locked you in that fucking  place. He, the man who had betrayed you.

You turned your head towards him.

Maverick froze as your bright pink eyes fell on him. He had been hypnotized by your dolly face and your adorable teenage pout for a while, but as soon as he noticed the glint of madness that sparkled in your vibrant eyes, he remembered what you really were: a heartless monster. 

The sunrays, beaming from the high windows, warmed your skin - or maybe was it Maverick? 

“Oh, Maaaaav~” 

Your voice echoed in the dull room, rising in the air like the mesmerizing mermaid’s song.  The smile that had been engraved on your face since the guards’ arrival stretched even more, adorning itself with a happy facade that was too overacted to be sincere. You hopped playfully to the edge of the cage to get as close as possible to the man, like a little bunny. Then, you grabbed the steel bars in your hand and pressed your face between the two of them. 

A shiver ran down Maverick’s spine: you were even more captivating when seen from that close. 

“Are you real? Is it another hallucination?” You asked with a bit of hesitation in your tone. Sometimes it was hard for you to distinguish reality from psychosis. 

“I am real.” He managed to utter, fascinated.

“I’ve missed you so much!” You cooed. 

Your words were candy-coated with a disconcerting mushiness. So much that the guards looked at each other, confused. In fact, they did not get why you were talking to Captain Mitchell as an enamored teenager would talk to her boyfriend. Thomson shrugged: he had stopped trying to understand your madness at this point. You were batshit crazy, period.

Another shiver went through Maverick’s body, but this time the feeling was unpleasant. His legs were slightly shaking as if his whole being was urging him to run away from the impending threat you were. Pete gathered all his willpower to pull himself together. The enraptured expression he had while looking at you turned to stone. 

“Enough with that, Hell.” 

“Since when do you call me Hell? I thought I was your Bunny?” You teased.

Maverick ignored what you just said.

“I’ll be straightforward. We need your help to arrest Wolfman. We know you worked for him. So you’re going to work with us.”

You burst into laughter. Your psychotic hilarity reminded him of hyenas. 

Because they laugh when they are hungry. And when they’re about to kill their prey.  

“This is your only chance to avoid getting roasted on the electric chair.”  His voice sounded harsh and cold. Maverick was trying hard not to show how unsettling you were to him.

You whined like a child, staring at him with almost begging eyes.

“Don’t be so cold with me, I hate that! That’s not a proper way to welcome an old friend, you rude man. Why don’t you come in and take me in your arms? Feel my body against yours? Why don’t you whisper in my ear how you missed me?” 

Another mood swing: you chuckled, amused.

Maverick dug his nails in the palm of his hands: he felt as fragile as a house of cards in the midst of a raging wind. Yet, in spite of the fear you instilled in him, the Captain could not help but be attracted to you. Your unhinged aura fascinated him. Your full lips enticed him. Your small body and your doll face aroused him. And more than that, your madness triggered a delicious adrenaline rush in his veins.

He found himself wondering how you had the strength to overpower him with the small hands of yours. You had some fucking impressive combat skills.

“Feel my body against yours.” He repeated, absent-mindedly. His eyes wandered on your perky nipples, which pointed under the fine fabric of your black bandeau top.

“Is that what you want?” He asked, stepping closer to the cage in front of the guards’ aghast faces.

“Maybe?” You pout, “Come in. And I’ll show you how happy I am to see you.” Your voice merely a whisper, you licked your lips as you stared at him with provocation.

Maverick’s jaws tensed. A delicious mix of fear and arousal surged through his body. He stepped a little bit closer, close enough for you to smell the masculine fragrance of his perfume but far enough for being out of your reach. He stared at you curiously with his emerald eyes and grinned.

“Last time I hold you in my arms you tried to kill me, don’t think I’m dumb enough to be fooled twice,” He raised an eyebrow “The Government made you an offer: you help us and avoid your death penalty, or you don’t and the next time we’ll see each other you’ll be buried six feet under.”

Your enamored teenage pout disappeared in the blink of an eye, now all your traits were twisted in a hellish fury. You tried to grab Maverick by the throat in a brutal movement, putting your arms through the cage’s bars, but you could not reach him. Your fingertips barely brushed him. At this sudden fit of violence, almost all the guards had jumped - except Maverick, who had remained unmoved, staring at you with a tiny smile on his lips. He had managed to regain control of the situation.

“BACK OFF, CRAZY BITCH.” Captain Thomson yelled, making a sudden move with his riffle to threaten you.

The clanking of weapons echoed in the room. The guards weren't kidding: they were ready to open fire on you.

You stepped back from the bars, hands above your head. Even though anger was still burning deep inside your bright pink eyes, you could not help but burst out laughing as if Captain Thomson had just told the funniest joke you had ever heard.

“Okay okay, look I’m quiet! I’m a good girl!”  You wiggled your fingers to remind the guards you still had your hands up.

Thomson sighed heavily.

“With all due respect, Captain Mitchell, this is a fucking bad idea. See? She’s bonkers.”

“I know,” He answered, unable to look away from your little figure. The truth was  that you were tearing him apart with a horde of contradictory feelings, “But we have no other options.” His smile had disappeared in favor of a stern facial expression.

“I’m not going to lie, Hell. You will never get out of here. But here’s a chance to spend the rest of your life with all the comfort you need. I’ll make sure to make  your stay here a little more enjoyable. Wanna watch a movie? I’ll bring you the tv. Want a comfy bed? Alright. Want to listen to music? Be my guest. All you have to do is come with me, help my team to find your former boss, and be a good girl.” 

Your heartbeat was pounding in your temples. Even though you carefully listened to him, you were looking dagger at him. If eyes could kill, Pete Maverick Mitchell would be already dead, lying in a pool of his own blood.

“But if you don’t, you’ll keep waking up every day without knowing if today is your last. Until, one day, they fry your brain.” He went on, his voice calmer than ever.

You bit your lip, unable to find another way to relieve the tension in your body. You bit it so hard that you tasted blood on your tongue.

“So, what do you choose?” 

The game was already lost. Either way, you would stay locked up and eventually die in that cage. The only difference was the conditions of your stay. The first answer that bloomed in your mind was to spit at Maverick’s face and tell him to go fuck himself with a chainsaw. Nevertheless, you forced your shattered brain to focus on what he just said: if you agreed to help him, you will temporarily get out of there. You would be allowed to enjoy a semi-freedom for the first time in years.  Why would you not accept? On the one hand, you will be able to find a way to get back at Pete Mitchell for what he had done to you. On the other hand,  maybe you'll find a way to escape permanently. 

After weighing the pros and cons, you dropped your hands down your hips and offered a big smile to the guards, as well as to Maverick.

“Fine, Mitchell. I’m in.” 

Maverick took a deep breath.

“Fine.” 

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"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" William Congreve

#top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun fanfic #top gun au #top gun maverick au #top gun maverick imagine #top gun hangman #top gun maverick fan fic #pete mitchell x reader #pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #maverick mitchell #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #Jake seresin AU #Pete mitchell AU #Tom cruise #mission impossible #tgm #tgm fanfic #tgm au #natasha trace #robert bob floyd #javy coyote machado #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #villain!reader

[kimmyisachiisaiakuma]

The official design of my Hazbin Hotel oc >:3 meet Mania(Ma-nee-a)/Monica(Name when she was alive, changed it due to past nicknames she hated. More on this later) she's a dragon fly type thingy :3

Stuff about her(TW: Mentions of Violence, SA, weapons, Suicide, and Drugs ) :

• She works for Velvette as her assistant but sometimes models for her as well(Velvette will not let her looks go to waste, you already know the queen😫)

• Velvette owns her soul because Mania is a stupid hopeless romantic and wanted to show her affection and thought “Why not give the woman I adore the most my soul??? What’s the worst she’ll do? Exploit me??” Guess what? Yep, She’s overworked and burnt out :D

•She’s a lesbian

• Absolute model icon.

•She and Velvette aren’t like “dating”(not yet) but they are quite affectionate with each other sometimes(more Mania than Vel)

• She basically committed suicide after committing mass murder :3 (she’s so silly) • briefly: Mania was a model, very over worked, sexually abused by coworkers in her studio(the co-worker called her “Moni” which is why she changed it later on) she struggled with anxiety and depression, it got to the point where she was going absolutely psychotic and insane, one day she came to work with a gun in her purse and as soon as her abuser tried to talk to her she shot him, and then everyone else, and eventually herself. •She did drugs to get so high to numb the pain away but only resulted in her blaming herself even more.

that’s basically what you need to know :3

#art #digital art #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel #oc x canon #oc backstory

[fishedeyelenz]

Pssst hey, tell me about your take on the old man 👀 ya know who I mean

Also!! I would really like to know about Camille and how she came to meet Billy/how she realized she had feelings for him and vice versa😄

Omg... hello. First of all, love the work that you did for the old man community yk yk but you were truly The First. Thank you so much for inspiring me ough <3333 fair warning this is gonna be LOOOOOONG

About my old crusty man.... Well the lore is a bit complicated now cause I kinda developed two stories for him with the same characters more or less, but with different circumstances. Both of these stories are being written and made into fanfiction that you can read on ao3!!

So give me coffee and tv- the og plotline, first written as a yn x DILF!Billy fic, however after I had written the third chapter I realized I was basically writing for an OC at that point, so I developed Camille as a character and slightly revamped the fic, as well finished the fourth chapter with her as the protagonist. (the og second person perspective version of the fic can also be read here ).

In summary, Camille Morrison is a recently divorced middle aged artist who moves to the outskirts of a new town next to a forest, with her only neighbor being the Moaner himself. He has been more or less rehabilitated, but that doesn't mean he stopped with the phone calls. He uses them to "cope". And of course he just had to call Camille to try and drive her away, cause he still can't stand having people too close to him (they live 15 minutes away from each other </3). But Camille confronts him, and a sort of mutual respect begins to form, then a quiet friendship, but because of their combined loneliness it quickly develops into something more for the both of them. In the hiatus I had while revamping and writting the fourth chapter of So give me coffee and tv I also was talking to my mutuals a lot and questions about how DILF! Billy would act if he were an Actual DILF came up a lot. What I mean by that is, what would have happened if he had a child of his own. And so I started exploring the logical conclusions of the premise, and started thinking about what would have happened if Camille and Billy met when they were younger and somehow by chance had a child. And that child became Bean!!! I love her so much she's a little silly <333 (huge thanks for the development of this this story goes out to @lycanthropiclykoi, beloved mutual)

Rats in the shadows - The baby au of So give me coffee and tv basically. au of an au </3. Story told non-chronologically, it follows the life of and relationship of Billy and Camille and their daughter Bean. A more experimental work, in it Billy and Camille met while Camille was living in the sorority (in sgmcatv she didn't live even close to the same town during college, though in both timelines she is a painting major), After some growing pains (he wanted to kill her when they first met </3) the two of them come to terms with each other and eventually fall in love and move in together. However at one point Camille becomes pregnant, and Billy leaves her, as he fears that he will either hurt her or the baby. Pretty angsty but occasionally fluffy, especially when Bean starts to grow up into something more than a baby. Agnes is there. Brahms Heelshire is there. I am currently focusing on this fic, while sgmcatv is on hiatus atm.

As for the characterization of my old man, it is slightly different between timelines, though rits hasn't touched on him as a middle aged man just yet. So I'll focus on the sgmcatv version. Set twenty years after the movie, Billy spent a good few years after the murders in a psych ward, getting slowly rehabilitated until he made his way into a halfway house, then was deemed fit to live on his own. He is still obligated to attend therapy though, and is kept on a nice cocktail of mood stabilizers, anti psychotics and back pain medication. Works as a projectionist at a local cinema in the town he lives in. Spend a lot of time traveling with by bus or waiting for the bus, given that he lives in a very small cabin in the woods and can't drive a car. Blind as a bat, and dresses like a nerd most of the time. Has adopted six cats, which you can learn more about here. Loves them all to bits and definitely doesn't play favorites, no way! Thrift stores are his favorite place on earth, though going there doesn't help his slight hoarder tendencies. Doesn't like people that much still, but puts up with them most of the time. Very lonely, and likes to call people still partially to get let his built frustrations out onto them, partially to hear the voice of another person. Hes just a creepy middle aged man.

His and Camille's relationship definitely changes depending on the timeline. In short, in sgmcatv their relationship definitely began with a rocky start given that he started harassing her quickly after he saw her walking close to his house, however when she told him to quit it and fuck off to his face he started developing a respect for her. It also helped that after that encounter Camille treated him with respect and kindness. Kindness in general, as well as empathy are some of the defining characteristics of Camille's personality, and without that, they wouldn't be able to get along no matter the timeline. And they started hanging out, being neighborly, finding similar interests. Both of them are very lonely at this point of their lives of course, and it isn't hard for them to start developing feelings and getting horny for each other. Camille has realized by this point of the story I think that she has feelings for him, but she is waiting for the friendship to develop more and is trying to see if Lenz would be a good fit for her, especially since the scars of her divorce haven't cooled off yet. She has enough experience now that she knows rushing into things isn't good usually, though a part of her is pretty confident in knowing what she wants, and Billy does fit her type in a way. Only time will tell how the relationship will develop further ( I haven't written anything else yet </3) In rits it is so balls to the walls chaotic. Sgmcatv has a more stable and healthy ground for the relationship to develop from given that Billy has already seeked help and is honestly doing better than ever, while in rits Camille meets him in the middle of the worst period of his life and also unfortunately, he has a crush on her </3 She needs to beat him up and knock him out with a broom when they first meet. At least he doesn't kill any of the girls in the sorority... The early stages of their relationship aren't expanded up on that much just yet, though I can assure you it involves lots of weed to sedate him </3/j but it all gets sorted out relatively okay for the both of them. By spring I think they will be friends, and Billy starts respecting her more. How she develops and realizes these feelings is still a bit spoilery as I haven't touched on it yet in the fic, but they really do fall in love hard. And when he left it hurt the both of them. He just... didn't trust himself enough to be a father. He starts more seriously going to therapy during this time period, and Camille knows he never truly left. He still visit her at night when she sleeps, and after Bean is born he visits her as well. That's where we are basically for now...

As for Bean she is well... a little bean. Just a little guy. Likes tardigrades and microscopic animals. Loves her mama and that strange shadowy figure that watches over her during the night. Sometimes she is so much like her father it makes her mothers heart hurt. She's just vibing... for now at least... That's it in summary, of course theres more information in the fanfics, and a lot of things will be expanded upon in both aus. Hehehe thank you so much for asking about Billy, and Camille and everything else though. I really love talking about these two stories I have, at any chance I get really!!! I hope you have a good day!!!

#asks #dilf billy lenz #billy lenz #oc: camille #oc: bean #oc x canon #black christmas oc #my writting #this is nice I finally managed to summarize all this jhfvhvvbjvbd

[auxiliarydetective]

The OC Halloween Challenge - Day 14

You can find the challenge here!

Today's prompt was...

Vacation Nightmares

An island that magically speeds up your aging, a hotel with corridors that lead to nowhere, a psychotic airbnb host; Today is about horror in locations that are supposed to be a break from the horror of everyday life, but instead introduces you to whole new horrors.

First of all, R.I.P. to the ones who will never make it home (the losers of the poll)

Varsha Devi, who fell victim to the new Phantom of the Opera

Iris Winchester, who was mauled by an oni in Tokyo

Raevyn Maumahara, whose shuttle crashed

K'Rala, who was murdered while on shore leave

And now, the last vacationer still alive...

Anita stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She could still hardly belive the situation. After so much time spent fighting, huddled together in foxholes, intentionally greased up, wearing the same uniform for months... And now, they were staying at this beautiful hotel in the middle of Austria's beautiful mountains and green meadows.

The sun had disappeared within the lake as Anita finished braiding her hair. She was about to throw on her nightgown and go to sleep when she heard a noise outside. It made her toes crawl, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. Quickly, she stormed to the window. Her eyes scoured across the landscape outside, wandered along the wall with its numerous other windows. She almost fell out into the cold night when she leaned forwards to look up towards the other rooms. Her eyes met Liebgott's, who himself was staring down.

"Did you hear that?" he called.

"Yeah, that's why I'm leaning out my window half naked," Anita threw back. "What was that?"

"I dunno!"

Then, suddenly, the lights started flickering. One window after the other, darkness took over.

"Ah, fuck," Joe cursed. "You got candles?"

"Yeah, just a few. But I don't have a lighter, I gave it to George a few days ago."

"Well, I got a lighter. Tell ya what, I'll come to your room, we'll light those candles and see what this bullshit is about."

"Good idea. Don't fall down the stairs."

"Don't break your neck."

Anita retreated back into her room and closed the window. She could hear steps outside her room, probably others going to check out the power outage. In the darkness, she quickly put on some underwear and then settled for her fatigues instead of a proper field uniform. After all, she was planning on going to bed soon, and Liebgott would probably be here fast.

Really, she was barely done closing her jacket when there was a knock at the door.

"Coming!" Anita called.

When she opened the door, she almost got spooked by Joe standing there in the darkness, illuminated by only his lighter. Thankfully, she had seen much scarier things in her time in the army. He slid into her room and she closed the door behind him. Together, they took the candles out of their cabinet.

"Did you see George around?" Anita asked as she watched Joe light the candle she was holding.

"No," Joe murmured. "I saw Bull, Johnny, Perco... Thinking I heard Lip and Speirs upstairs. But George? No."

"Well, whaddya say we stop by his room and ask him to give my lighter back. He said he'd do it once he got himself a new one and it's been a while."

"Yeah, good idea. There don't need to be fifty people checking the electricity."

So, they stuck the other candles in Anita's pocket and made their way down the hallway. Luckily, George's room wasn't too far away. Anita knocked on the door but got no answer.

"George? C'mon, Luz, I know you aren't sleeping, open up!"

"Probably went downstairs to check on the lights," Joe mumbled.

But Anita instead bent down and looked through the keyhole.

"No, he's here," she murmured. "At least I think it's him. He's lying on the floor."

"You think he got drunk?"

"No, that's more like Bill's sort of thing."

"Well, Gonorrhea's not here, so maybe he took over."

Anita's mood darkened a little over that comment. She wished Bill was here, but he wasn't. At the very least, he was alive. Once more, she hit her knuckles against the door, this time more forcefully.

"C'mon, Luz, wake up!"

"Just open the goddamn door," Joe scoffed and pushed against the doorknob.

Really, the door swung open easily, knocking against a pair of feet. Anita slipped into the room, immediately followed by Joe. Then, her heart stopped.

"No," she gasped. "No, god, no."

"Anita..."

"Tell me I'm hallucinating, Joe, tell me this isn't true."

But it was true. George Luz lay on the ground of his hotel room, a knife lodged within his chest, right through his heart. But what made it even worse was that it was a switchblade. The same switchblade that all of Easy Company carried. And his own was still in his limp hand.

#band of brothers #band of brothers oc #oc: anita reed #fanfiction #ohc2023

[yellowflowerartz]

I never really get to share much of other ocs or projects that go outside the magical girl or anime medium. When I do, it doesn’t feel justified. This time, I really want to share other things besides my love for anime. I want to share love to my second favorite horror video game series, Five Nights at Freddy’s.

This little bundle of joy is Katherine Fazbear. Created by William in response of two of his own children murdered by animatronics, Katherine earns the title of Fazbear from Freddy himself. The child soul in her is the biological sister of the child in Freddy, as well as being adopted into the Afton family after William tried to take her in. She became a little psychotic but she has a close relationship with Micheal because of it. Created to protect children, she has heavy pounds of security and police equipment, but it doesn’t stop her from running around, killing intruders she sees that can kill children. She’s a beast on her own and doesn’t matter what others think of her. When her sanity drops, she keeps her little plush of a hippo who she calls, Mr. Hippo, close to her knowing she’s doing a great job.

Just a little backstory on Katherine, a Fnaf oc I’ve developed over the years. She was nothing at first but became my favorite oc I have for this franchise. This is only the Fnaf 1 version, so I hope I can continue and draw her in every game she would appear in, based on the story I have for her!

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf art #fnaf oc #fnaf fandom #five nights at freddys #oc #ocs #oc artwork #original character #digital #digital art #digital artwork #digital drawing #digital illustration #digital artist #procreate #procreate art #procreate artwork #procreate drawing #procreate artist #procreate app #oc art #artists on tumblr

[moonahstone]

BBC GHOSTS SPOILERS

Just a few thoughts through the serious while I calm down

BABBYABYABYABYBYBYBYBYBYBYBYABYAYAYBAYBAYBAYBAYBY... (Ahem) Baby. I have been waiting for this plotline for. so. damn. long. SCRUMPTIOUS

Thomas being Scottish, absolutely fucking everything I loved that little detail

NORTH V SOUTH! NORTH V SOUTH!

... Somehow I like Eleanor? Who'd have seen that coming

Long live the wagon wheel, the worlds greatest snack

Is it bad that I imegiately went, nah that's not Katy, doesn't look like her, when the brief distant background Mary was on, obviously just to add ghost numbers, but I know my Mary when I see her :>

I kind of assumed Ali knew about Julians misdemenours... Guess not... OOps.

JAMES

I like the big lack of murder. That was suprisingly satisfying to me and made them all feel so much more real and rounded and less like whenever I try to make an OC

I WOULD JUST LIKE TO MAKE IT KNOWN THAT WILLIAM LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE MY VIKING OC THAT I MADE A WHILE AGO APART FROM THE FACT MINE IS CALLED GODWIN AND WAS BLOND. MAKE WILLIAM BLOND AND HE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE GODWIN. THAT MADE ME SO GIDDY

The change in the saturation during Cap's flashback as an ex-media student really was beautiful. It was so subtle but really overwhelming at the same time? I don't know how to explain it but it really made the scene for me

Fanny... Why is your hair so long...

DID I MENTION JAMES? JUST IN CASE I HADN'T SAID IT. (My favourite little cat is called James also soooooo)

Russian Robin feels like a fever dream

Robin and Sophies friendship was also everything

I feel like Mike was having a psychotic break down the entire series and I support him for it

Just saying but there is still oportunity for the baby to baby to be a girl and be named after a certain other ghost who still festers in my brain...

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IS IT CHRISTMAS YET

#bbc ghosts spoilers

[florashifting]

[SCREAM 1: FROGGYS VERSION] PT 1

Platonic!Sidney Prescott x oc!adopted! Sister

read prologue here

THIS IS BASED OFF OF SCREAM IN MY DESIRED REALITY SO ARE MY OTHER SCREAM FICS.

WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, light cursing, mentions of death and violence, description of injuries.

Word count: 2196

Proofread? Not really.

A/n: I kinda like this one, it only took me a few hours to write.

DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON ANY OTHER SITE OR PLATFORM OR ACCOUNT.

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Luci was sick. She claimed she was having stomach problems the night before and when she woke up in the morning, so Sidney had decided to let her stay home for the day after. 

-

Luci sat on the couch and set her glass of orange juice down on the coffee table. She bent slightly forward to grab the TV remote that was placed on the other side of the coffee table. After grabbing the remote she sat back and curled up into the corner of the couch that was farthest from the TV. She looked down at the remote in her hand and started flicking through TV channels until she reached the local news and placed the remote back down on the table.

She knew she wasn’t allowed to watch the news without supervision from an older person like Sidney, Billy, Stu, Tatum, or her dad. But she couldn’t help but feel something was different this morning, something was wrong.

-

As she stared at the news reporter, Gale Weathers, on the TV screen, she couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. Two Woodsboro High students. Butchered. The police said they had no leads in this case to possibly help them figure out who did it, that was enough to make Luci’s head swirl into the abyss of overthinking. ‘Oh no. Oh shit. Oh. Crap. Is Sidney ok? Could the killer be on campus with her? Should I try and call her or the school?’ Luci thought to herself in a panic. ‘No it's fine, it's fine. Sidney’s fine. Dads fine. Everyone’s fine.’

‘Everyone but those dead kids.’

 Luci tried to calm herself with deep breaths and positive thoughts, although it barely worked.

 Luci swiftly grabbed the remote with the intention to turn on something more lighthearted and less anxiety-inducing. She continued switching through channels until she landed on a cartoon, Looney Tunes. Luci placed the remote on the coffee table once again and got herself into a comfortable position.

-

After a while of watching cartoons and after finishing her glass of orange juice, Luci had fallen asleep in her spot on the couch, she had only woken up when she heard the lock on the front door turning. She jumped up from her spot on the couch so she could get a view of the front door. Her nerves were on edge so she just wanted to make sure it was her sister and not some psychotic killer. Luckily her suspicions were wrong and it was only Sidney who walked through the door.

“Hi, Sid.” Luci said as she walked up to her older sister with a smile.

“Hey, Lou.” Sidney responded while giving her younger sister a quick hug. “How ‘re you feeling?” Sidney asked, concerned with her sister's health.

“Same as this morning. Extremely nauseous.” The younger girl said nonchalantly. “Did anything happen at school today?” She asked Sidney even though she was certain that the campus was swarmed with press and news reporters.

“Yeah, there were News vans everywhere be-” “Because two of your classmates were murdered.” Luci interrupted Sidney.

“How’d you know that? Were you watching the news again? Dad said you’re not supposed to watch that stuff without supervision!” Sidney exclaimed.

“I know but he’s not here so I thought I would just sneak a peek. But I didn’t really hear much anyways! I changed the channel after hearing about it.” ‘It’ referring to the murders of the two high-school students. 

“It’s fine, just try not to do it again without asking.” Sidney said as she walked past her younger sister while gently ruffling her hair. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me. Oh and by the way, Tatum’s gonna be coming over tonight.” Luci’s ears perked up at the mention of Tatum. Luci liked Tatum, she was like a second sister to the younger girl, she was always so nice and caring, and she looked after Luci when Sidney wasn’t around. She even used to babysit Luci along with Stu.

“Should I clean my room or something?” Luci asked, almost in a joking manner. She never understood why parents wanted you to clean your room when guests were coming over. But that's beside the point and irrelevant.

Sidney responded with a small chuckle as she continued to make her way towards the living room.

-

Luci closed the door to her bedroom. It was about 4:30 pm, the sun would be setting in a few hours. Luci strode over to her bookshelf and grabbed a random fantasy book off of it. It was a book that she hadn’t had the time to read yet so she decided now was the best time to start. She plopped onto her bed and put her legs under the covers and leaned on the headboard. She opened her book and began reading.

To Luci’s surprise the book was well written and extremely engaging, she was already halfway through it. She had just gotten to the part where the main character and the villain were having a stress inducing stand-off. If it wasn’t for the sudden growling sound her stomach had made she would’ve found out who won the battle. Luci slid a bookmark in between the pages of her book and closed it. She had placed the book on her bedside table and gotten up from her bed. Just as she was about to open her bedroom door to go downstairs and pester Sidney about dinner, she heard something hit her window.

She walked over to her bedroom window and looked out of it, she could barely see anything considering how dark it was outside. She had decided to chalk up that noise she heard as nothing important and turned around. 

But she wished she didn’t

When she turned, she was met with the mask that belonged to the ‘Father Death’ costume that could be found at halloween shops. She would have laughed at how comical it looked if the intruder didn’t push a Buck 120 hunting knife inside of her stomach.

Before she could even open her mouth to scream the intruder had covered her mouth with their gloved hand.

The knife was pulled out but it was quickly driven back into her stomach and dragged about an inch or two above the entry point.

Luci couldn’t do anything but release muffled screams into the intruder's hand as they stabbed the knife into her one more time.

The ‘Ghost face’ pulled the knife out of her before roughly pushing her onto the floor of her bedroom and leaving her there to die.

Luci tried to scream for help but it was as if all the energy had been drained from her body. She tried to apply pressure to her wound, although it didn’t do much to help the immense bleeding from her stomach. The red liquid was pouring out of her stomach at a dangerously fast rate. 

Luci tried to gather all of her strength and crawl to the landline phone that sat atop her bedside table, but to no avail.

All she could do was turn to lie on her back and hope that her new position on the floor would somehow slow down the bleeding, but she was proved wrong as the thick red fluid continued pouring out of her stomach.

-

Luci had laid on the floor of her bedroom for what had felt like hours even though it had only been about 15 minutes. Tears had started to well up in her eyes as the thought of death kept repeating in her mind. Was this it? Was her life going to end? After only 10 lousy years of living? What would happen to her sister and her dad? 

She couldn’t even sob, as she was too weak to move any part of her body, all she could do was let the tears fall onto her wooden bedroom floor as she bled to death. Or at least she thought she would bleed to death until her sister barged into her room in a panic and a daze.

“Luci!”

Sidney screamed her younger sister’s name as she swiftly but carefully picked her up and off of the floor. 

“You’re gonna be fine Lou we just gotta get-”

Sidney was cut off by her own screams as the person in the Father Death costume lunged toward her with the same red stained knife that they had used on Luci.

Sidney quickly ducked and the intruder flung themselves down the stairs and was knocked unconscious. 

Sidney ran into her own room and placed Luci on her bed. She ran to the bedroom door and closed it and blocked it off by opening the closet door.

Just as soon as Sidney opened the closet door the intruder slammed into the door and tried to get in while swinging their knife through the crack of the door.

Sidney ran to her computer to contact 911, and just as she finished messaging them she realized the intruder was gone.

Her staring at the door was interrupted by the sound of Billy climbing through her bedroom window.

“Billy!”

“The door’s locked, I heard screaming. You alright?”

She exclaimed as she turned towards him and ran into his arms.

“Oh my god! Sid what happened?!” He exclaimed as he looked around the room and the figure of Sidney’s younger sister bleeding on her white sheets came into view.

“The killers here- He’s in the house! H-he’s in the house!”

“He’s gone. He’s gone.” Billy whispered into her ear as he held her.

Sidney stayed sobbing in his arms until she heard a small thud. She looked down and saw a cellular phone on the ground. She slowly turned to look at Billy with terror in her eyes as she started to connect the dots.

“What?” He queried 

She pushed herself away from him.

“Sid, what?” he inquired again.

Sidney looked towards her younger sister who was still breathing, thank God. She wanted to run over and grab her sister and run but she knew that wouldn’t work, not with Billy around, especially if what she was thinking right now was true. So she did the only thing she could do. She ran. She ignored Billy’s calls for her as she ran down the stairs and to the front door. 

When she opened the door she was met with the same terrifying mask the intruder wore when she was attacked. She screamed at the top of her lungs, but only for her own screams to be interrupted by the sounds of deputy Dewey’s startled screams.

“Sid?” He asked, confused.

“My sister! My- My sisters hurt! She's been stabbed! Billy’s the killer- It’s Billy Loomis!”

Sidney hurriedly explained through tears as she pointed towards the stairs that led to the second floor.

“Where are they?” Dewey asked with a stern tone.

“Upstairs! They’re in my room!”

-

Billy was slammed down on the front of his car as his hands were held behind his back while he pleaded with the officers to let him go.

Luci was carried outside on a stretcher and put into an ambulance. Sidney was following close behind her sister and got into the ambulance with her.

“You’re gonna be ok. Everythings gonna be ok.” She tried to comfort her sister as she sat next to her stretcher. “We’re gonna get to the hospital and you’re gonna get fixed up and everything will be fine.” She told her sister, although it seemed more like she was comforting herself mostly because her little sister was barely conscious.

Sidney had been briefly questioned by the police and had talked to Tatum already. Now all she could do was wait until the ambulance arrived at the hospital.

-

Sidney was sat in the waiting room with Tatum and Dewey sitting on both sides of her. Dewey was almost asleep while Tatum was reading a magazine. Sidney’s leg was anxiously bouncing up and down while she waited for news from the doctor about how Luci’s surgery went. She almost considered going into that room herself just to see Luci. She was anxious to know whether or not her sister was gonna make it. She just needed to see Luci. 

Just as she was about to go ask around about Luci, a nurse came out of the operating room. 

“Your sister is in stable condition. She’s gonna be ok.”

Sidney let out the biggest sigh of relief as Tatum shook Dewey awake.

“Can we go see her?” Sidney asked.

“I’m afraid not. Visiting hours are over, and she’s not awake.”

Just then the relief Sidney had just felt had disappeared, anxiety and a small amount of anger replaced it. 

“You can come visit her tomorrow. She’ll most likely be awake by then, if not, we’ll give you a call.” The nurse informed Sidney.

“Do you have a parent you can call? Or a place to stay?” The nurse asked.

“My dad’s outta town, and I’ll be staying at my friend's house tonight.” Sidney said as she stood up and grabbed her jacket. “C’mon Tate, let's go.” Dewey said as he walked toward the exit of the hospital.

-

#reality shifting #shifting #fame dr #desired reality #froggys fame dr #shiftinconsciousness #shifting edit #scream [froggys version] #scream 1996 #sidney prescott #billy loomis #stu macher #gale weathers

[vriedi]

hello dave and bambi-ians of twitter now tumblr here are my (and harvey ech0mo’s) main ocs also non dnb followers here are the guys i sometimes tag about under the cut to be nice to your dashboards

zambo - born in a wet cardboard box all alone. humanaboo magician with unspecified psychotic disorders (ambigious). lacks hands entirely. learned magic in response to being bullied, and to help with their disability. in the process changed their biology so much to the point where they formed an entirely new subspecies of bamboids, in addition to changing their blood and other bodily fluids color to match their magic. they/he pronouns

sidney - zambos malewife. neckromancer, blood magic manipulator. also a vampire. likes to bite. talks somewhat verbosely. whore. goes around murdering people with zambo, its fun. can turn his cape into wings. taught that by zambo. he/it pronouns

thinbi - zambos best friend. funny silly guy. can be a cartoon in real life and make squeaky noises. its cute. engaged to bibo. british. can clone himself but the clones dont really do much at all. zambo possesses him to kill people but he doesnt know that. impervious to physical harm due to being a minor deity born to mortals. taught others about origin forms. overall just a guy. he/they pronouns

bibo - comedian. thinbi’s fiance. literally just a normal guy. however he likes to make horrible concoctions of food like jello salad. that kind of horrible. gulpkin (pokemon) kin. can change his face to whatever as long as it looks doodley and funny. thinbi calls him bobo and he calls thinbi bibi. he/they pronouns (despite being a cis man)

bambert - pathetic little man. announcer/referee combobob. happily married to bambrute. masochist, mostly for pain by them. flirts with Anyone he thinks can maim him. wife literally incapable of jealousy, doesnt matter. bunny. dot eyes under his glasses. he/they pronouns, but prefers being referred to by name

bambrute - the only woman ever (kinda, theyre agender and genderfluid both). bamboxs rival, champion of BDBA. kinda a bully. no actually fully a bully. not a good sportsman (sportswoman), plays rather dirty. likes feminine nouns like wife but has a masculine identity. worlds first cishet gay couple with bambert. bear. cannot grasp the concept of jealousy whatsoever. they/she/he pronouns (first two preferred)

bambox - himbo boxer. bambrutes rival. always runner up never champion. likes to grill burgers and eat sloppy joes. kinda a dad. doesnt get memes, but posts minion memes. afraid of five nights at freddys and baldis basics. also afraid of flying. one of thinbis dads. he/they pronouns

bambug - stag beetle. bamboxs lover. bamberts nemesis (bambert is not aware of this.) literally sexist (is disgusted by and despises sex. hates people who have sex). blue blood. acts like sakura katana chan kinda. thinbis other papa. hates zambo and sidney too, thinks theyre terrible to t hinbi. he/it pronouns that is all of the main guys lawl

#dave and bambi #dnb #dave and bambi oc #dnboc #bambisona #zambo #sidney #thinbi #bibo #bambert #bambrute #bambox #bambug #long post #my stuff #bumbo used to be thinbis husband but thats been entirely retconned out #looking at you strident crisis fans

[swagatron9]

Vivianna

Pairings: Jedidiah Sawyer x OC

WARNING: THROUGHOUT THIS BOOK, THERE WILL BE MENTIONS OF MURDER, DEATH, SUICIDE AND QUITE BRUTAL SCENES. THERE WILL ALSO BE IMPLICATIONS OF SEXUAL, PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ASSAULT. TAKE THIS AS YOUR WARNING THAT THERE WILL BE QUITE TRIGGERING AND MATURE SCENES.

Vivianna woke up several hours later strapped to an all too familiar chair surrounded by the doctors, but the one that stood out the most was Dr Lang. "Vivianna, it appears that some memories are starting to reappear. Of course, we can't have that happenin', so we're rescheduling your therapy session." Metal pegs were placed onto Vivianna's skin, causing them to pinch and pull. A metal-like headset was placed, so they sat on Vivianna's temples before the program started.

The electric volts shot throughout Vivianna's body, causing her to cry out in pain. Dr Lang stood with a smile on his face as he watched the girl convulse in the chair. Watching Vivianna in pain satisfied his sick needs with unexplainable pleasure. All sorts of feelings rushed to his core as he bit his lip.

To Vivianna, it felt like hours before the electric current was stopped. "Now, Vivianna and I have a special evaluation to do." Dr Lang ushered the other doctors out of the room and ordered them to deal with Bud and Ike. Vivianna watched with hooded eyes as Dr Lang made his way towards where she was sitting. "Vivi, it really is a pleasure to have you as one of my patients." He started off. "But your constant need to disobey my rules really upsets me." He feigned disappointment. "And you know how much I want you to be a good girl, my good girl." He whispered out as his eyes trailed along the girl and admired her dishevelled state.

In the background, a loud riot could be heard as the patients began to break free. "Dr Lang, they've escaped." One of the guards rushed in. Dr Lang exited the room with the guards as they ran to get away.

"Vivi!" Vivianna could hear Clarice's voice from behind the door. "You're in here!" She called out. Clarice, followed by Ike, skipped into the room and walked over to Vivianna. "What have they done to you?" She asked in concern. Clarice helped Vivianna get out of her restraints and then helped her to walk out.

Clarice helped Vivianna all the way to the car, where she placed her in and joined Ike. As Ike was about to drive away, they spotted Jackson and Lizzy, who had just burst through the door. "Jackson's got a hostage," Ike said to Clarice as he got out of the car.

Vivianna watched through blurry eyes as Ike and Clarice dealt with Jackson and Lizzy before slowly she began to pass out.

~

Vivianna awoke once again to Clarice lightly shaking her. "You've gotta get changed, so they don't recognise ya'." She spoke calmly to the half-unconscious girl.

Clarice helped Vivianna slip out of her Gorman outfit and get changed into a pink floral sundress. "Well, don't you two look pretty?" Ike said as he joined the two. Vivianna looked around as Clarice and Ike began to talk. Her eyes landed on Bud, who shyly waved at her. Vivianna mimicked his actions before jumping in surprise as Jackson and Lizzy jumped out of the back of the car.

Bud smiled as he saw his best friend. "Jackson!" He cried as he ran towards him and pulled him in for a hug. On the other hand, Lizzy ran as fast as she could down the road, hoping that she could escape the psychotic couple. Clarice chased after her while Ike pulled out a knife and pointed it at Jackson.

Vivianna stood emotionless as she watched everything unfold. "Do that again. I'll turn you into strawberry pie," Ike mumbled to Lizzy. "I'm gonna kill him; I'm gonna kill him right before your eyes." Ike threatened. His eyes flickered over to Vivianna, but he looked away when Clarice nudged him in the back. Everyone was well aware of Clarice's admiration for Vivianna, but no one understood why. "That goes for you two, as well." Ike pointed his knife at the other guys. Anyone bolts and everyone dies.

Jackson cussed at Ike, causing Lizzy to rush over to him. "We're all gonna look out for each other. It's okay." Lizzy nodded at everyone. She lightly grabbed Vivianna's arm as a way of comforting her but immediately retreated when Clarice pulled her away.

"Don't touch her!" Clarice got in Lizzy's face as she aggressively swore at the former nurse. "You put your hands on her again, and you'll know about it." She whispered to Lizzy. Ike pulled Clarice away from Lizzy and instead threw the nurse a dress to put on.

Lizzy stood behind Jackson as she changed from her nurse's outfit into a dress. "Where are you takin' us?" Lizzy asked as she finished getting dressed.

"Mexico. Perhaps you've heard of it?" Ike snarked at Lizzy. "Gonna find us some money, find us some more wheels. Go past Austin, see my mum. Y'all be welcome there. My mama loves company." Vivianna began to shake her head at Ike's words. "No?" Ike asked as he raised an eyebrow. Everyone turned their attention to Vivianna as she continued to shake her head.

"I- I." Vivianna began to mumble. Clarice grew excited at the thought of hearing Vivianna speak for the first time.

"What is it?" She asked as she approached Vivianna.

"Can't go," Vivianna whispered to Clarice. "Have to go back, Gorman." She continued on.

Clarice frowned at what Vivianna said. "You wanna go back to Gorman?" She asked in what seemed to be anger. Clarice was disappointed in Vivianna, to say the least. She expected more from her idol. "What's so good about Gorman that makes you wanna go back?" She spat. Clarice remembered all the times she and Ike, as well as every other victim there, were put in severe pain and torture as a way to cure them of their delinquent ways. Clarice has felt almost betrayed. Although never once had Vivianna shown Clarice that she wanted to befriend her or that she liked Clarice at all, Clarice still thought that they had bonded.

"Dr Lang. I need to be good." Vivianna croaked. Clarice suddenly softened up as she realised that the staff at Gorman had manipulated her precious Vivi.

Clarice tried her best to comfort her best friend. "Fuck Gorman House. Ya don't need them." Clarice cussed. 

"Jackson, you got someplace you want to get to?" Ike asked Jackson. "You got family somewhere?"

Jackson shook his head. "No. No, Mexico sounds like a plan." Jackson went along with what Ike was saying in order not to aggravate him anymore. 

"Well, let's get goin'," Ike announced as he got back into the car. 

Lizzy looked around at the group as she was the first one to realise that there wasn't enough room in the car. "There aren't enough seats," Lizzy told Ike. 

Ike flared his nostrils in annoyance as he looked back at Lizzy. "Then get back in the trunk." He sneered at the nurse. 

Vivianna found herself crushed between Bud and Jackson in the back of the car as Ike swerved the car side to side, but after Ike got the hang of driving, Vivianna found herself falling back asleep once more.

#Jackson Sawyer #Jedidiah Sawyer #Jedidiah Sawyer x reader #Leatherface #Leatherface 2017 #leatherface x reader

[llyznotes]

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[liz-allyn]

sugar and vice, pt. 21 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!oc]

summary: still don't know my name.

words: 5 k

chapter warning: blood and smut. a lot of it. in detail.

series warnings: mob-typical bang bang violence, hurt/comfort. Spicy situations. spousal abuse. family trauma. PTSD, psychotic breaks/episodes, drug use. coercion. manipulation. kidnapping. gore. blood. possessive!peter, protective!peter. toxic/yandere!peter (maybe, sorta), negative self talk, shameless forced proximity trope. ‘only ten one bed oops’ trope, imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions. extremely toxic relationships.

This version of TASM Peter is not canon. The relationships and characters here are not healthy.

Don't date a mob boss.™️

18+ You’re responsible for your own media consumption, but if you

don't know the connection between cartoons and Saturday mornings

don't remember a time when phones didn't have touchscreens

never had to listen to the CRINK CRINK CRINK of winding up a camera to take a picture

= if one or more of these elements apply to you, you may be entitled to compensation, which you should come back for when you're 18.

Back to Part 20.

A/N Might be a good time to throw on the official Sugar and Vice Spotify playlist...

Part 21

“You still with me?” Peter asked so softly it could be a croon. 

The sound startled her. Her body went rigid from where she sat on the bathroom floor. She pushed her back against the ebony-stained vanity, her legs tucked under the blanket of her arms. The whole moment felt eerie, overwhelmed with a sense of deja vu in the sanctuary of Peter’s bathroom. Exquisite black marble, gold fixtures, and ivory subway tile surrounded her; by contrast, her blood-splattered appearance was ghastly.

At least she wasn’t the only one. 

She didn’t know how much time had passed since she murdered John. All she knew was that his blood had gone cold and tacky on her skin. Peter had called for Felicia to back them up immediately, warning her “if I see anyone else’s face but yours, I’m puttin’ a bullet in it.” 

Ironically, he said this with the phone pressed against one shoulder while he ripped a sleeve from his suit jacket to use as a bandage around his bullet wound. Despite his injuries, he carried her in his arms from the carnage, instructing her to keep her cloudy eyes on his face until they were secure.

As soon as they crossed the threshold of his bedroom, Peter reached for a hidden panel on the wall near the frame. She heard the whirring of an electronic device and the pressurized hiss of something moving within the wall. Seconds later, the doorway was sealed with a steel door, locked down tighter than a bank vault.

He brought her to the bathroom, gingerly placing her down before ripping open a drawer, vigilantly loading another weapon hidden inside. He kept it close, peeking briefly beneath the makeshift bandage on his arm. His white dress shirt was torn, splattered with merlot hues. 

She kept her eyes forward, breathing steadily through her nose. 

The next few minutes were filled with pacing, fidgeting, and clenched fists. He muttered useless words, mostly reassurances that she knew he couldn’t promise and apologies he didn’t need to make. After confirmation from Felicia via an intercom system that the Penthouse was secure, Peter finally began to relax.

Honey still wondered if anything was real. Maybe her entire existence was a crazy, fever-dream. A dark fairytale filled with heroes and monsters. Kings. And Demons. And Robots. And Prince Charming. 

“It’s okay,” Peter gently reminded her as he kneeled before her. Hearing his voice pulled her back to the present. Slowly, he brought his hands up to the sides of her face. Her eyes fluttered closed when she felt the rough pads of his thumbs brushing away her tears. 

That dizzy feeling hit her again, and she tried to swallow it down. When her eyes opened, she saw her friend staring back at her, the shadow of a smile adorning his face. Tears budded in the corners of his whiskey eyes. Chocolate, oranges, and the golden hue of an Old Fashioned.

She leaned her cheek into his palm, nuzzling it as she gazed up at him anxiously. 

“Need ya to trust me, okay?” he cooed as if their minds were synced. “Is it okay if I help you get cleaned up?” Innocently, his eyes traveled down her neck to her shoulders and the carnage beneath them. He took in the sight of her, chewing his bottom lip. “Just... just wanna take care of you, alright? Nothin’ else.”

He waited. She nodded.

“Okay, jus’-just take my hands, and I’m gonna help you stand up, okay?” He turned over his palms and waited for her to them. She did.

He came to a gentle stand, pulling her up with him. “Are you hurt anywhere? Are you in pain?”

She paused. Shook her head. 

“Good, good, good,” he breathed in relief. He placed a hand on her lower back, keeping her other hand tight within his, and took a step forward with her. Gently, he guided her across the bathroom up to the glass of the enormous, obsidian walk-in shower that took up half of the room. 

He stepped inside and twisted the golden knobs on the wall. A wide column of rain showered from the ceiling, clouds of steam forming around it.

She stood with arms wrapped around her soiled camisole top, which clung uncomfortably to her skin. Quietly, she observed him as he fussed with the shower handles, dipping his hand in the stream, before diligently adjusting the temperature until it was perfect. 

His movements were somewhat frantic, as if he were completing a checklist. The next move was to unbutton his destroyed shirt and tenderly peel it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His belt was next as he undid the trousers and stepped out of them. 

“Peter.”

Her voice was silent as falling snow, but he snapped his head in her direction, eyes wide at attention. “Yeah? What’s wrong? Do... d’you not... I... I can-I can turn around, or-or leave, if-if you want... I-I-I’ll do whatever you want.”

She fixed him with eyes that were almost surreal. They glistened something meek and melancholic in their depths. At the same time, there was a sense of uneasy awe, her fascination fueling a frightening notion. Whatever her mind was thinking of, she was both timid of it as much as she was tempted by it.

And it terrified him. “Jus’... jus’ tell me what you need. Whatever you want.” He gazed at her worriedly, afraid that she was drifting into the darkness away from him. He took her hand firmly in his own, worried she might be lost in the galaxy.

It took centuries to find her voice. “I... I want... I want to know...” she fumbled clumsily, her lips parted as she gazed at his. “I want you to tell me that I’m good.”

Peter’s breath hitched as something sharp twisted in his chest. He pursed his lips together, eyes filled with sadness. “Oh, Honey...” he breathed out. Unshed tears gathered at his lower lashes as he gazed upon her with a tragic heart. Carefully, he inched closer to her.

She watched him struggle to find his words, and when he did there was a tremor in his voice. “Honey,” he slowly repeated, bringing his hands up to embrace her cheeks. “What happened back there...” He winced as his throat bobbed. “Wh-what you just did... was… it was necessary.”

He bit down on his lower lip to keep it still. It occurred to her that he was having flashbacks. He was remembering a pair of green eyes that fixed him with a similar brokenhearted gaze.

“You saved our lives,” he breathed with resolve. “You saved my life.” Peter caressed her cheek, staring down at her like a goddess. Each touch was a gospel of gratitude. “You were strong and smart, and so... so incredibly brave.” He lamented with an aching heart, “Don’t ever forget that. You did the right thing.”

“Peter—” 

“Of course, Honey. Of course, you’re good—”

“Peter, stop.”

He held his breath, blinking curiously. 

“That’s not what I meant,” she softly replied. He watched the way her eyes trailed from his, back down to his mouth. She inched closer to him, breathing through parted lips, stopping only when she could feel the heat radiating off of his chest. Peter barely registered the labored breathing clawing from both their chests.

Her eyes were dark. And they were ablaze. Darkness and light. Fire roared inside them. Curiously, Peter observed how she burned and fixed him with a look that could incinerate him where he stood.

He suddenly gasped at the most gentle of sensations, shuddering like his whole body had been electrified. Her delicate fingers brushed over the cotton of his trunks, cupping his bulge. Mouth agape, he turned to putty. Clay for her to mold however she saw fit.

Entranced, she watched his reaction, hunger written on her features. “You said I can have anything I want,” she said in a devious tone. “I wanna ride you, Peter.”

His breath hitched as he felt her tiny hands pull back the elastic of his trunks and sneak inside. He gaped at the feeling of her warm fingers stroking the delicate skin of his shaft. 

She chanted dangerously, her desire drawing the sounds from her belly, “I want to feel you... all of you...”

Peter trembled as her hand tightened, glancing down for a brief second. If he lingered on the sight of her hand jutting out of his briefs for too long, he was afraid he’d pass out and die.

“I want your cock...” she cooed with a filthy tone, sliding down her hand from base to head. Her fingertips brushed across the tip, smearing the silky wetness leaking out. His erection had come to life in record time, straining against his trunks. “I want it buried in me so deep,” she breathed, “that I can feel you in my belly.”

Peter groaned as she rubbed her palm over his head, lubricating his shaft with his precum as she drove it back down the sides. His lashes fluttered shut, face twisted in torture.

“I wanna feel you inside days after,” she declared, her voice heavy and erotic. She slid her hand up and brought it back down again, with a slow twist of her wrist as she approached the head. He grunted at the sensation, hunger building up as his abs tightened and twitched.

“I want you to fill me. Everywhere.”

He flicked his eyes open, gazing down at her through heavy lids and a slightly lifted chin. He dragged each exhale out from his core, the heat of his lungs rivaling the steam of the shower.

“With your body. With your cum.”

The filth of her words shocked his cock to attention, mesmerized by her sudden dominance. He brought his hand to rest on her lower back, pulling her closer. Part of the reasoning was self-interest, allowing her a better angle to pump his dick, her languid pace increasing with each jerk. The other reason was to steady himself, keeping his knees from buckling and reassuring himself that he wasn’t dreaming.

“I want you to make me take it all,” she groaned lustfully, sending another jolt down his shaft. She tightened her grip as she pumped up and down. The intensity of her words increased with her speed. “All night... Every night... For the rest of my life.”

Peter gasped at the thought, choking back a moan. His forehead briefly dipped to rest on hers before he straightened himself and poured his lustful gaze into her wanton eyes.

“No shame. No guilt. I want you to fuck me like I can’t get enough,” she breathed hotly. A mix of fluids lubricated his cock. She melted as noticed his hips meeting her palm with tiny uncontrollable thrusts.

“‘Til I’m weak... ‘Til I beg you to stop because I couldn’t possibly come anymore.”

Dizzy with desire, he glanced down at the lewd sight, mouth falling agape at the depravity. Blood from their bodies had crept down her wrist, coating her hand. His thick erection was tinted with blood, both from the inside and coating the outside. 

His voice strained and shattered beneath an irrepressable moan. Even if she stopped speaking at that moment, he was sure he’d explode from the debauched sight alone.

“After that, I want you to hold me close,” she muttered, heartwrenching need infiltrating the throaty sound of her chants. “And I want you to tell me I’m a good girl.” 

Longingly, he found her eyes and was trapped there, a loyal subject strapped down and helpless to her ministrations. Clenching his canines, he fixed her with a hungry expression that promised all she asked and more. Her whole body shuddered at that look. She dripped with desire, achingly wet, as she felt his fingertips dig trails behind her back. 

“And then I want you to hold me down and fuck me all over again.”

Peter snapped, letting out a deep groan that reverberated in his chest, snatching her lips up in his. She moaned at the burn of his beard on her lips, shuddering as his tongue glided over hers. His grip crushed her chest to his. He pulled back a moment, panting. Her lips tasted like tears and blood and all he wanted was to eat her alive.

“Fuck,” he muttered breathlessly, gazing at her with eyes that begged his body to let them fuck her first. “C’mere—”

He scooped her into his grasp, pulling her into the shower stream. His hands were tantric, everywhere at once. She released his erection, instead wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. 

His tongue pried her lips open. Once inside, it dominated hers, pushing back her head until a whimper stirred in her throat. She trembled and gasped as his free hand reached up beneath the camisole’s front, sliding beneath the sticky fabric to knead her breast.

Her mouth fell open, a helpless sigh breezing over the roar of the shower. Hot water poured over them, but it felt cold on their bodies and did little to put out the flame within. She mewled at the feeling of his rough fingertips teasing her nipple and his tongue forcing her mouth open further. Peter tipped her back into an arc, his slippery arms somehow locking her in place as his lips set fire to her neck.

He kissed away the stains of the past while she desperately tried to rid herself of her joggers, all while simultaneously grinding her core on his thigh. As soon as he sensed what she wanted, he pulled back to remove the camisole. It tore apart like tissue paper in his grip, exposing her cranberry-stained chest to him.

He peeled it off her arms, then hooked his fingers in her waistband, shoving it down to her ankles. She returned the action with hungry eyes and greedy hands, yanking his trunks down to land the pooling crimson on the shower floor. Her mouth fell open at the sight of his erection bobbing free.

The drain ran red, as did their lust. In moments they were both bare skinned, with nothing but red rivers and rain droplets between them. Hurriedly, she reached for his cock again, returning to the pace she’d set earlier. 

After a couple of quick pumps, Peter snatched up her hands, denying her control. He pushed her back against the tiled wall, pinning her wrists above her head. 

“Gah—yea-yes!” she heaved desperately with a moan. His hands shackled her wrists to the wall, while his lips attacked the junction of her shoulder and neck. He sucked tiny, raspberry-colored welts alongside the rusty art pieces that hung on her skin, using his tongue to redecorate her body.

“So fuckin’ good,” he muttered like a man possessed, bending his neck to get a better angle. ���So fuckin’ sexy...”

Honey squeaked as his mouth surrounded her nipple, his teeth and beard scraping gently. She gazed down at the lewd image of him suckling on her breast with bloody lips. She winced, her cunt shamefully clenching at the sight. He playfully nipped at the flesh beneath her nipple before returning his lips to her jawline. 

“Aah, aghh, Peter, please!” she gasped.

“Please, what, baby? You wan’me to stop?”

“No, don’stop don’stop—”

“Gotta use your words, baby girl—”

“I need you inside me!” she cried out. “Please...!” 

“Please?”

“Please, Peter, fuck me! I need—”

“Ah-ah-ah,” he tutted in a tone that was almost cruel. “I know what you need.”

He then lowered one of his hands, dragging it slowly down her cheek, then her throat, applying extra pressure over her voice box, and further down her breast to the round of her belly. Driving further, he pivoted his wrist, caressing her folds with the delectable calluses on his fingers. 

“Gotta get you ready for me…” 

Her breath hitched as he wasted no time sliding his middle finger into her core. She preened beneath him, perched on her toes with her arms pinned above her head, panting with every swirl of his digit. 

“Fuuuck, you’re so wet.” 

He intently observed each micro-movement of her enraptured expression. It was a mouth-watering display, his cherry lips falling open at the sight. Thunder rumbled deep in his chest.

“Ya like that?” His hot breath tickled the shell of her ear.

She mewled, desperately nodding her head. 

“Ya want more?”

“pleasepleasepleaseyes—”

His ring finger joined the first, languidly—teasingly penetrating her core. “Oooh, there ya go…that’s it… spread your legs...”

She brought up one thigh, planting her heel against the wall. Her pelvic bone bucked as she opened up her hips obediently, allowing his palm more access to smooth over her clit. Her desire turned feral as she ground her pussy into his hand. Licking his lips, he gawked lasciviously as his fingertips touched places in her she didn’t know existed.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed insatiably over her obscene cries.

He tightened the tendons in his arm, speeding up the pace at which he rubbed her clit. Her heart hammered in her chest and in his ears like a drum. Her lashes fluttered, gazing longingly into his desire.

“That’s it, ’s’okay, princess. Use me. Grind that pretty pussy against my hand. Gonna feel so good.”

She looked so pure in her ecstasy, and so depraved in the impurity of it all. It made him weak. Obsessed, he followed the current of hot water and blood cresting over her curves, joining the juices on his fingers. 

“God, you make me so hard… ya don’even—ugh— C’mon, almost there, baby. Doin’ so good...”

With a choked mewl, she gushed around his fingers. He groaned as he felt her core twitch and flutter. He touched her through her high, as long as he possibly could wait, impatiently releasing her wrists and lowering to his knees as she came down. He dragged his mouth across her body, pressing open-mouth kisses to her skin. 

It was only when she neared the twilight of her climax that she noticed him kneeling in front of her thighs. She mewled warily, and he fixed her with a devilish smile.

“Now…lemme taste you, baby,” he whispered with a selfish, needy lilt in his voice.

Prying her thighs apart, he hooked one of them over his shoulder. She gasped, bracing herself carefully against the wall, squirming in his hold. With his tongue, he spread her open, greedily teasing as he licked into her entrance. 

“Y’taste so good...” 

Peter’s breathy voice pitched into a near whine as he ravished her with his tongue. It was an obscene sound that could coax an orgasm from her without ever touching her. Voraciously, he dragged his tongue from her entrance to her clit, kissing the bud tenderly. He teased it with kitten licks, making her tremble above him.

“I gotcha,” he whispered, noting her distress. “Don’t worry, I’ll give ya what’chu want, princess. Gonna spoil you.”

She whimpered as he devoured her. Her eyes swam looking down through the clouds of steam to his crown of soppy brown curls. She watched his eyes flutter shut, locked on her cunt like it was a prayer. He worshiped her honeysuckle lips, weak for the taste. She wondered if he was prone to addiction from the way he indulged himself. 

The intense memory of the first time he ate her out washed over her. The vision excited her and tightened the coil in her belly, drawing a needy groan from her mouth. His eyes shot open at the sound, peering up at her through the crimson-streaked valley between her breasts. 

When their eyes met, she felt more than an orgasm coming. A white-hot surge of energy was bursting from her core. It was a comforting sensation and an equally dangerous one. 

It was more than safety. It was power.

Not just the metaphorical ‘power’ in her relationship, or even ‘power’ over her own sexuality. She wielded both of those and more. It was a different kind of power, having been baptized in the fire roaring beneath Roosevelt Avenue, and now christened with the blood of her tormenter.

It was barbarically satisfying. She wondered if this is what Peter felt when she saw him at his most savage. In the train station. Inside the VIP lounge of Web. Bloody and gloriously brutal. Conquering his enemies. Defending what was his. 

She was his.

If he was Ruler of the Underworld, she was his Spring. 

She saved his life. 

That made him hers.

Her fate was hers. Her life was hers. 

And she knew exactly who she wanted to spend it with. 

“Peter…”

How she wanted to spend her time in this world.

If Heaven was the moment you want to live in for all eternity, and that moment was now within her grasp, did that make her a god?

“God, Peter, oh... yes—”

“Give it all to me, love. Be a good girl—”

Back arching off the wall, the blood in her body crashed towards her center in a tide of pleasure. He growled as she came in his mouth, his lips eagerly moaning around her folds. This time he didn’t stop, despite how painfully hard he was. Devotedly, he milked her pleasure, drawing it out in waves. 

“Gahhh—pleaseplease— s’too much—”

“You can take it, Honey. I know you can. You’re doin’ so well— so good for me. My sweet, good little girl...”

Possessed by a new fervor, she rode his lips again to another orgasm. He rewarded her, again and again with his mouth, until vertigo began to set in.

Through the haze, she heard him whisper, “We don’t have to keep going.” 

Peter’s voice was as gentle as a feather, a vast contrast from the gravelly, desperate tone he’d had while on his knees. 

Towering over her, he leaned his forearm against the wall above them while the other forearm wrapped around her pulsating torso. He clung her to his heart, drawing circles on her shoulder blade. Patiently, he waited for Honey to float back down to the Earth. Meanwhile, he relished in the warmth of her labored breaths across his skin.

“We can stop right now,” he muttered in secret.

Slowly, she leaned back to peer up at him beneath her wet lashes. “Do you wanna stop?”

He drowned himself in the depths of her eyes while he choked down his needs. “You don’t owe me anything. I don't wanna take what you’re not ready to give.”’

The longer she gazed at him, the dizzier she became. She felt intoxicated as if his eyes were indeed made of bourbon. “I’m ready,” she said. “M’ready to give you the world.”

His gaze softened. The sentiment sparkled in their amber hues, and his stomach took flight on the backs of butterflies. “You’re my world.”

She swayed in the wind of their colorful wings. “Lucky for you, then.”

Her smile lit up his life. Had he not been desperate to kiss her, it would’ve killed him to cover it up. He embraced the darkness, making sure it was worth it. Peter felt his heart bursting as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of which made them both lightheaded. 

They parted lips, and he gazed down at her with half-lidded eyes. “You sure?”

She touched her nose to his. “Yes, Peter. Please.”

A tremor racked through him, despite his eagerness. He pressed another kiss to her lips as he lined himself up to her core. Trembling, he was so hard that even the slightest brush made him ache. Desire dripping from his shaft, he pressed the head of his cock up against her entrance.

“You tell me,” he breathed, his eyes fixed on hers, “If you wanna stop. Just say the word... if it’s too much.”

Her fingers scaled the nape of his neck, brushing idly over an old scar. As she carded them into his hair, she scraped her nails through his scalp, drawing a hiss and triggering a jolt she could feel against her cunt.

“You, too,” she murmured, pushing her tongue past his ravaged lips. 

He breathed deep and slow, steadily applying pressure. The burn of their union was so intense, they both thought they’d melt. Peter groaned as Honey slid tightly over his head, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs to control her descent.

Gasping through an open mouth, she cried out as she neared the base. He stilled immediately, kissing away her budding tears. “So good, baby... So, so good...” The squeeze of her hips on his cock was a drug in itself. “So tight for me.”

He lapped up her pornographic moan, lowering her further down his shaft. A soft mewl echoed from his chest, as he muttered her pet name in exasperation. A moment later, he was fully seated inside of her, with her back pressed against the wall and her thighs in his grip. 

Slowly, he moved his hips.

Heaven. He was in Heaven. It was the only explanation that made sense. Peter gazed at the ecstasy unfolding in her enraptured face. His hungry eyes glanced down to steal a sinful glimpse where he impaled her. He thrust his hips adding a dizzying jolt of electricity. 

He was obsessed with the view, watching his cock slip in and out of her folds. 

This was a dream. 

It was better than a dream. 

They spoke an ancient language, made up of carnal sounds and heartwrenching sighs. With every roll of their hips, they wrote another line of their declaration together. Another verse of the vow they made to each other.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he breathed as his pace picked up. “Such an angel...”

“I’m-m’ not,” she muttered through gasps of air. It was hard to form a response when she could feel his reach all the way up in her brain. “I’m not innocent—”

“You’re mine,” Peter growled defiantly. “That’s all that matters. I know what I said. I don’t care if it’s wrong to say. Don’t care if it makes me sound possessive, or whatever... M’done pretending I don’t wan’it to be true. You’re mine, ya hear me? All of you. Your innocence. Your sweetness. Your sins.” 

With a gutteral groan he jerked his hips up, pulling a desperate, wet sigh from her mouth. 

“I want it all,” he said in a throaty whisper. “Wanna give you everything y’want. Anything.” 

His voice got weaker as his hips pivoted upwards to strike even deeper. He was completely in control of her hips, hooking his elbows beneath her knees and opening a new gateway to her soul.

“s s-s-so deep...”

“Ya like that?”

“Uh-huh...”

“You wan’me t’keep goin’?”

“Ye-yeah...”

“Wan’me to take you? Keep ya next to me forever? You’ll never want for anything again. Never be afraid again. Swear to god, no one else’ll touch you ever again—”

“Ugh, god... Peter... You’re so fucking hot—”

“M’gonna make love to you every night. Gonna make you scream for me.”

Her cries got louder, moans twisting up into a higher octave. Her pussy clenched around him with each of his words, drawing a hiss from him. She gripped his shoulders for balance as he fucked up into her, pinning her hips against the wall and bestowing her with pleasure.

“M’gonna fill you up,” he babbled, voice trembling. “Ga-gonna breed you, princess. Fill you with my cum, my babies... n’anything else you want. Just say it, an’it’s yours, Honey. Gonna make you a mommy, and you’re gonna make me a daddy.”

Her cunt quivered at the word, triggering a flood of sin washing over her body. ��Fuck!”

“That’s it... my naughty girl. S’okay, good girls can be naughty sometimes—”

“Fuck, Peter, you’re gonna make me come.”

“God, if you clench around me right now, I’m gonna lose it. Gonna blow my load and pass the fuck out—”

“I wan’it.. Wan’it s-so bad.”

“S’at right?”

“Please, ah—egnh—god, please! Wanna be good for you. So good for you, daddy—”

Their words collapsed into meaningless cries and shattered sentences— godyesyesyes— comeonmycockbaby— as they worked each other towards a divine release. 

Honey pulled him deeper into her center, tightening around him as she felt a whip crack in her gut. Relishing in the flutter and spasming inside her core, his hips sputtered. He groaned as he released inside of her, filling her with his seed and his very soul.

Peter held her steady with wobbly legs, barely able to use his strength as the blinding lights cleared from his vision. He opened his eyes to look upon her blissed-out face, wondering how on Earth can someone make him stronger and weaker in the same moment.

Even as he conquered his darkness, she commanded the light in his heart. She was always his Queen, and he was a slave to the fruit of her hive.

“I want you to ask me, Peter,” she mumbled weakly. He was still seated inside of her.

“Ask you what?” He breathed heavily in her hold.

“I want you to ask me again. For my hand.”

He went still. Heart stopped. Breath turning to frost in his chest. 

Coyly, his honey-hued eyes saught hers with the timidness of a fawn. He was afraid to move. Afraid that a twig snap could chase this moment away. Unsure of what he’d heard and what day it was and what year it was and what he ever thought he was going to do with his life had he never walked in to that shop—

“But I don’t want you to ask me yet.” Her eyes shimmered and the sight made his heart swell. He curled a brow upwards as he considered her remark. 

“I want you to wait... just for a little while... until I know I’ve become the person you’d want to ask.” 

Heaven. Peter was certain of it now. No other explanation made sense. A smile curled his lips as he gazed at her longingly. His affection soared above the clouds.

“Could you do that for me?” she asked shyly.

He beamed. “Could I wait?” He couldn’t hold back the soft chuckle that spilled out. “Oh, Honey. I’ve been waiting forever for you. I’ll wait until the end of time.” He smirked, “Or... ‘til I’m back in diapers again, if ya want.”

She snorted gently, unable to contain her smile. He giggled at the sound, touching his forehead to hers, and falling in love with her all over again.

And finally, they were both made clean.

Continue to Part 22

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A/N thank you for the outpouring of love after the last chapter. a note on our 'Honey':

Her birth name was mentioned, but her name is Honey. In my head, she is an AFAB character with a Hispanic surname, but I've tried hard to avoid descriptions of hair color, skin color, eye color, body shape, or otherwise. In many ways, she's an OC, but she's written like a reader-insert character. I will continue to try to be as inclusive as possible with my writing, while acknowledging that I am limited (and inherently biased) by my narrow, personal experiences, and they don't reflect everyone else's experiences.

Do you feel like you resonate with Honey? Good! Continue to do so. You are Honey. And I love you.

And thanks for reading. 💜

please don't send me hate or discount this whole story over 2 words.

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OC-cember Day 1: The Genre Moods

To celebrate the first day of December (and do an OC Month event for this month I call OC-cember, where I make a post of my OCs everyday (fandom and non-fandom related) and tell you guys about them, as well as share stories about them, including showcasing my OC What If and OC Opinion series), I've decided to share a group of OCs, known as The Genre Moods.

The Genre Moods are an OC group akin to the emotions from Pixar's Inside Out (Joy, Sadness, Anger, Disgust, and Fear), except instead of emotions, they're based on the genres I have in my head: Horror, Action, Romance, Childhood, Writing, and Emotions, and they all have actual names instead of being named after the genres themselves.

The group consists of:

Mason - The genre mood of Horror. A calm, but secretly psychotic guy who enjoys the genre of horror (including horror movies, especially slasher films) and is a skilled fighter and murder, including lots of blood and gore (yep, he's a gorehound). (Note: I only like murder in fiction, not in real life; I say this to avoid any assumptions of me secretly being a psychopath)

Andrew - The genre mood of Action. A headstrong guy who likes training and is also a skilled fighter. If you were to challenge him to a fight, I warn you to be careful of challenging him to a fight, as he is quite the tough opponent you will face.

Ruby - The genre mood of Romance. She loves romance and shipping, including matchmaking and reading & writing love stories. She also love family and friendship/platonic love too. She also loves to spread love to others, especially those that need it.

Max - The genre mood of Childhood. A kid who is pretty friendly, loves to play, and help those around him. Even though he is a kid (figuratively and literally), he does know when to take things seriously and portray a sense of maturity (not like adult levels of maturity, but more for a kid's age).

Cheerilee - The genre mood of Writing. She's a writer and an author. She loves to read and write and has the ability to use her magic to showcase the story through visuals, regardless of if these stories have visuals or not.

Asher - The genre of mood of Emotions. A creature with a shield as a shell of his, having the ability to separate from it. Despite being known as a happy and fun guy on the outside, he secretly suffers from depression and emotional baggage that he secretly carries, and most of the time keeps it a secret from those around him (including his friends). Despite all that, he does try his very best to maintain a positive attitude and help those with emotional problems at hand as much as he can. He also has the ability to have elemental weather powers based on what he's feeling (like Pepa Madrigal from Encanto), like having sunshine and rainbows when he's happy, rain when he's sad, and fire when he's mad.

And that's about it. I hope you guys enjoyed meeting The Genre Moods. I can't wait to share more stuff with this group in the future. Can't wait to share and showcase my OCs throughout the month. What do you guys think of The Genre Moods? Do you like them? Do you dislike them? Do you find them neutral? Let me know by commenting or rebloging this post. Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day/afternoon/night.

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