#cont' from the ruby one

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟗 — 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

kinktober day 009 | milf!wanda x beefy!amab!reader

your wife looks a little too good on a particular weekday morning. spoiler alert - you end up late for work that day.

cont. reader has a cock, daddy kink, possessiveness, marking

word count. 951

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Stepping out of your bedroom, still half-nude from last night's activities, your gaze falls to your pretty wife. Barefoot on the cold floor of the kitchen, she’s donning your black button-up that reaches mid-thigh, and panties, and nothing else.

You could wake up to a sight like this everyday.

Your gaze travels, sinfully, over the faded hickeys scattered across her porcelain neck and plush thighs. Your rendezvous comes in fleeting flashbacks, of sweet cries and pleasured screams. You swallow, thickly, remaining unnoticed as she makes her way around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for two.

It’s the slight limp in her step that takes you out completely. It was eight in the morning and she couldn’t walk properly — just like you promised the previous night.

Wanda’s busy now, checking the ingredient labels for black pepper or something of the sort, and you seize the opportunity to have a little fun with your wife.

Slowly and carefully, you creep up on your wife, hands enveloping her lithe waist as you push your crotch right up against her ass.

“Wha- Y/N!” Wanda lets out a yelp of surprise at your sudden touch, then gasps as she feels the bulge in your pants. It rubs up and down between her ample ass, your hands going right up her shirt in a simple motion.

“You scared me,” she gasps, unintentionally grinding against your bulge, leaning back into your embrace.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t help m’self. you just look so,” you grunt hoarsely, tugging down her dampening panties. “So edible.”

Wanda moans as you impatiently bend her over the kitchen counter, that little bottle of black pepper long forgotten. You grip her thighs as you slowly tug down her panties between your teeth, delighting in the way she’s already wet. She’s always wet, always for you.

“My pretty housewife,” you mumble, pressing sweet kisses up along her thighs, over the faded hickeys and bruises. “All mine.”

“All yours, daddy,” Wanda whimpers, and it’s not long before you’ve slid your cock into her, slow and steady so she can hear the squelch of her pussy, and how wet she is for you. “Fuck,” you groan, watching Wanda’s cunt envelop your cock so hungrily.

You grip her hips tight as you begin rocking into Wanda. The pace is fast, unrelenting. 

“Wanna,” you gasp. “Wanna breed you, baby. Wanna breed you so bad. Daddy’s gonna fill you up.” Your wife feels streams of arousal jolt to her core at your words, so entirely filthy but she’s so, so wet.

Oh, as your wife for several years now, Wanda knew. There were days where you were slow and gentle, and murmuring praises into her ears, ‘good girl’ sounding like a sweet melody. It was romantic, and sensual, and you were a devoted giver.

But then there were days that you tapped into this carnal desire, an excruciating predatory complex that just needed to completely dominate her, fill her up and make her yours. It was so raw and encompassing, this need of yours, a haze of lust that overtook the two you.

"Please, daddy," Wanda gasped, clenching around you as your cock throbbed inside her.

"Yeah? You want me to fill you up? Cum inside and put a baby into you?" You asked with an aroused groan, your skin burning at how easy your wife was.

Wanda was rendered a moaning mess at your unrelenting tempo of erotica, thrusting into her harder and harder each time, stretching out her walls as they clenched around your cock deliciously tightly.

“Please,” your wife babbled mindlessly, trying to grab at anything on the kitchen counter for a semblance of control. One of your hands was pressing against her back, so her rubied nipples were right up against the marble countertop. The stimulation was frighteningly electrifying, and Wanda could feel herself getting wetter with each of your thrusts.

“Daddy’s gonna cum inside you, baby,” you panted, the wild pace you had set proving to be far too much for your wife. "Breed you so good."

Wanda lacked a coherent verbal response, head dumbly nodding at your words, eyes glassy with unshed tears. Fuck, she looked so pretty like this.

Yet, in her state of no control, Wanda opted to sloppily push her hips back against you, trying to engulf your cock entirely once more. She just wanted to be bred, craved to be filled, even if it meant her mind went blank.

“Fuck,” you moaned, gripping her hips tighter, pulling her all the way to the base of your cock. Her tantalizingly wet walls pulse around you, and you reach your own high.

Your climax comes in long, sticky, streams, all released into Wanda’s aching cunt, flowing and flowing inside her. Throughout your orgasm, you held your wife as close to you as humanly possible, plugging all your cum inside her and filling her with all you had.

“Daddy,” Wanda whimpered, and the both of you don’t know what she’s asking for, anymore. All you know is that when you finally pull out, she cries for more and tries fingering the leakage of your cum back inside her pussy.

"Needy baby," you comment, watching her proceed to suck on her fingers hungrily, like your cum was the best dessert she'd ever have.

“Insatiable,” you murmur, pressing a kiss against the shell of her ear. Wanda whines, physically present but mentally not. You had quite figuratively fucked the brains out of her.

In doing so, you ended up late for work that day, with your boss about to implode at the ‘unacceptable neglect for punctuality’. 

Worth it, you think, as you stroll into your office with the visceral feeling of your wife’s wet cunt clenching around your cock.

one of the more filthy pieces i've written with absolutely no heed for a plot whatsoever. thoughts? (and prayers, probably, for Hell Isn't That Far Away) (iykyk, ao3ers)

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Hate This And I'll Love You

pairing : suitless!darth vader x f!reader | wc : 6k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : you weren't sure what was worse, to be vader's love or not to be. at least when he didnt love you, you felt safe

warnings : unsexy choking, fear and intimidation, unhealthy and controlling relationships, attention seeking vader, mentions of death, developing stockholm syndrome, dub-con, dry humping, public sex, light praise, public sex, mentioned size difference

a/n : this is a part two to unintended. i honestly didnt think of a part two when i wrote the first one, but now i am planning a third part. i also somehow squeezed in two smut scenes as an apology for not writing for most of the week.

Darth Vader sits on his throne in his Imperial Fortress on Mustafar, handling the tasks left to him by Emperor Palpatine. In the weeks that have passed, he doesn't let you out of his chambers unless it is to be brought to him. But there you stay, in a Nabooian outfit he picked for you this morning, aimlessly picking at the fruit he had sent to you. The chair you sit on was across from a a dark velvet chaise, softened by even darker pillows and a blanket thrown over the edge. The lights gave the room a slight blue hue and you let out a sigh, eating quietly, but happy to have a moment without Vader’s presence or your panicked handmaidens.

An Imperial droid enters the chamber, its head rotating to look at you from every angle before presenting you with a red box with a bow. "Lord Vader has a gift for your ongoing... courtship, as he puts it."

“Thank you.” You say softly, taking the box with a great hesitation. It has a bit of weight to it and you set it on your lap, watching as the droid retreats, disappearing behind the door. A few seconds pass before Vader appears, looking tired, in his black robes with his cape draped over his shoulder.

"Open it." he says in a slightly raspy whisper. His voice sounds strained, as if he's just been screaming. Vader’s glowing yellow eyes focused on your fingers as you carefully undo the bow. Inside is a small, intricately carved golden heart shaped necklace with a ruby in the middle. Vader’s steps are rushed as he walks to stand behind you. His nimble fingers take the necklace from your hands, seeing it fit to fasten it to your neck with a single movement of his glove, his lips parted ever so slightly.

“Thank you, my lord.” You murmur, before shutting the box again and setting it aside to return to the remaining meiloorun fruit in front of you. There was little enjoyment left in the sweet fruit now that he was here.

"I should like to spend the evening with you." He says, as though the matter is already settled, his face impassive, though his gaze is hard and he doesn't look away. "Be prepared. A dress will be sent to you, and hair and makeup will be done in the traditional Nabooian style."

“Yes, my lord.” He watches as you push the remaining fruit around the plate listlessly.

"I should like to see you dressed appropriately, but also... sensual." He says calmly, his gloved hand slowly moving to the chain around your neck, gently taking the pendant in his hand.

“Yes, my lord.” You repeat, and Vader sighs.

"Do you love me?" Vader asks, his tone flat, and his words carrying a dangerous weight to his voice.

“Love is a strong word.” You murmur. As you turn to look at him, you look away from him again, unable to look at him for longer than a few seconds at a time.

Vader looks at you intently, and your heart beats harder at his gaze and a blush begins to cover your face. He takes slow, deliberate steps to sit at your chaise. You watch as he settles in, and slowly begins to unbuttons the black robes he wears, exposing the skin over his rib cage. The muscles below it ripple with even slight movements, and despite his face never changing, it is clear to you that he is not happy when you don't look at him.

You stay still, eyes dropping to stare at the ground between both of you. And Vader watches you, then continues to remove his robes and sits in front of you in nothing but his black briefs and his boots, slowly untying the knot that keeps his hair out of his face. His gaze is cold and intense on you still.

"Look at me, look at me, look at me." he whispers sternly, his words dripping with command.

Slowly, you look up, holding the sides of your dress so your hands wont shake. You watch as he uses the force to move aside the small table holding your fruit so there will be nothing between you. After allowing you to gaze at him for a long moment, his breathing is heavy and fast. His face is still hard, with little change to the expression, but the eyes are on fire.

"I should like you to stand," he whispers, the words making his chest expand with each syllable. "Come here."

Vader’s body is tense like a spring coiled to burst. As you walk towards him he begins unbuckling his belt, as if to remove it, or perhaps something else. Once you stand before him, you remain completely still. It was like he was a tiger and you were his prey, but its not like you could run, even if you wanted to

Vader finishes unbuckling the belt, and sets it and his gloves down on the ground beneath the chaise. He gently takes your hand and lays it on his chest, the muscles beneath rippling and the bare skin hot and damp from his body heat.

“My lord, what are you-” You start start but he cuts you off with a whisper. 

"Shh." His breath is hot against your ear and his voice is low as he continues, his body tense with suppressed desire. "Touch me." Vader guides your hand across his chest, over the muscles rippling beneath the surface, over the soft skin around his neck, his Adam's apple, and down his stomach. His flesh is hot to the touch, his breath becoming heavier.

The longer it goes on, the more an uneasy calm settles over you and a desperation hits him. Vader seems to lose his control a little, his mind in a haze of lust. He looks up at you and his face starts to become contorted. He sits up then presses his head against yours and breathes heavily, his free hand wrapping around your neck.

"Do you love me?" He whispers hoarsely.

The seconds tick by as you try to think of how to word it. The constant need to appease him and his turbulent emotions, this necks snapped for staring at you for too long, and the fading face of your love in your memory. “I fear you.” You whisper quietly. Vader breathes heavily for a moment, his grip on your neck tightening, his free hand slipping beneath your dress.

"Then fear me more." He whispers before roughly grabbing you and pulling you towards him. His face is flushed red and he bites back a groan as he does so. A surge of desire washes over him as you gasp out. Once your free hand reaches up to scratch at the hand that choking you, Vader's hand moves to cup your chin, and he looks up at you, panting, the lust in his eyes gone now, replaced with anger. His face is contorted in rage as your hands lash out at him.

"Fear is what makes you worthy of my love." He whispers through gritted teeth, you can feel him using the force to tighten an invisible hand around your neck before his other hand moves from holding yours to his chest down to your thighs, his hand cupping them.

“Please.” You gasp, breathlessly and afraid.

"Please what, love?" Vader says mockingly, his voice dropping an octave. "Please as in, you beg for your life? I will take it from you as easily as I take your breath away. Do not beg for mercy from me, love."

You shut your eyes and a tear rushes from your eye as his grip on your throat through the force gets stronger, before you decide to give up and stop fighting or begging. A new low for hope, you think to yourself.

"Open your eyes." Vader commands, his voice still low and dangerous as his hand slides a little further up your thighs. "Do not think you get to give up." You slowly open your eyes, hoping this will end soon. Your vision is getting a bit fuzzy and you can hear a ringing in your ears. "Good girl." Vader's voice softens as he looks down at you once again, his hands now on your thighs instead of your neck, squeezing them as he lets go of his force grip on your throat.

"I should like you to get on your knees." You choke and sputter for air and Vader watches silently. His eyes focused on how the dark fabric of your gown pools over his forearms and the softness of your thighs as he touches them. As he continues to kneed and rub the soft skin of your legs, he subconsciously moves forward, almost missing your words as you speak.

“I need help, my lord” You rasp out, still recovering from his choking. “The dress makes it hard to do so.” This seems to calm Vader somewhat, and he chuckles quietly, before slowly and deliberately helping you down to your knees in front of him, and leaning over you, his lips slightly parted. His voice is a whisper at your ear, his words dripping with lust and passion.

"Beg for me."

“What do i beg for, my lord?”

"Beg that I love you, that I want you. Beg that I will never tire of you." His breath is on your skin, his fingers running through your hair as he tilts your head up to his. His gaze is all-knowing and all-seeing, and the hunger in his eyes is clear to see.

Every part of you screams how you don’t want any of that, how want nothing of everything he has given you, but you don’t have a choice. As you start to speak, your voice shakes. “My lord, please-”

Vader's fingers run through your hair as he moves closer to you, placing a finger against your lips and shutting it for you. His touch is almost electric to you, your fear giving way to something else that fills you, and it takes everything in you not to push yourself against him. "Try again." He says, his voice a growl.

“Please, my lord. I only ask for your love.” You start again, starting to tear up and the words burn at your throat. “Please.... I want to be the one you want most, the one you need, the one you cannot be without.”

"Good girl." He says quietly, running a gloved hand over your cheek. A flush starts to creep across his face, and he touches your chin and turns your head to face him once more. His breath is hot on your face as he looks directly at you.

"Tell me you love me again." He whispers.

Even though you know its a lie, you still say it. “I love you, my lord.”

"Again, my love." He says, his finger going to cover your mouth. You nod quickly, trying to not let the tears show, your breathing becoming ragged. "Again." His voice is stern now, as if he is commanding you to repeat it as a drill sergeant would command his troops to push-ups.

“I love you, my lord”

"Good girl." Vader whispers, his voice still stern. His gloved hand moves to your dress as he pulls you towards him. Your mind screams at you to turn away, but the force of his desire is overwhelming as he begins to slowly unbutton your dress, his breath harsh at your neck. "Tell me again." He whispers.

“I love you, my lord.”

"Again." Vader whispers, his head starting to tilt back as he loses control of his breathing. His hand slides across the edge of your dress as he looks to the buttons and begins to unbutton it, letting his hunger and need be heard in his voice and his eyes.

“I love you, my lord.” And you finally crack, a fast tear running down the side of your face. Vader pulls you towards him, as the dress falls off your shoulders and his hand slips over your skin. 

He whispers once more, "Again." His words are harsh, hoarse as though he is out of breath. "Tell me again."

“I love you.”

Vader stands and takes your face in his hands. His lips are pressed to yours in a way that is violent, passionate, but the fire in his eyes tells you it's as much rage as it is lust as he takes what he wants. "Again." He whispers to you as though commanding you, his voice breaking with pain. "Tell me again."

You tire of having to repeat yourself, but you do. “Please my lord.” You whisper, “I love you.”

"Again." Vader says, his tone still hoarse, still desperate. He slides the dress entirely off, and takes you in his arms, pushing you backwards until you're pinned under him on the chaise as his mouth takes yours aggressively in a way that might hurt, but there's a strange satisfaction to his touch that you can't deny. Your words are lost in a haze of pleasure and want and fear as Vader pushes you back, his mouth still on yours. His tongue snakes out and searches for yours, and the heat in his touch is intense. He grinds his hips against your thighs, your crotch, wherever he can reach, groaning against you as he chases his own pleasure.

His lust is burning at him and everything in him needs to feel like you love him. Even if he knows you're lying through your teeth. He knows why you even entertain his neediness, to protect your moronic, weak, first love, Gracies Gras. Even if you don’t love him now, he needs you to get better at acting like you did for his own sake. Something for the good in him to hold onto. And he will continue to beg, and beg for you to love him, even though he isn’t perfect and he’s a monster. Under it all, he knows you cant, but if you could try, maybe he could be better.

"Again." His tone makes it hard to recognize the voice of the man you once knew, it's harsh, it's rough, and it's filled with a kind of agony you don't understand. He continues to grab at you, hard enough to bruise, humping at your legs, groaning against your skin. From where you lay, you can see the faint yellow glow around his yellow eyes, the way his lips stay open for breath even after he’s done talking, and the way his hair starts to stick to his face the longer he continues to hump helplessly at your body. You wanted to tell him how much you pitied him in this moment, loathed him.

“I love you, my lord.” You whisper, shutting your eyes. Vader's grip tightens gently around your body, holding you close to him. His kiss slows and he gently breaks the kiss, looking at you as he tries to catch his breath. He groans out as he slips his briefs down, jerking himself off onto your stomach with heavy pants and his eyes screwed shut. He rests his head against your shoulder as he catches his breath, and once he does, he turns his head to kiss your cheek, but you move away and he pauses. He looks at you for a moment, his heart heavier then lead in his chest.

"That is enough." He says quietly. Vader reaches for his robe and clothes, getting back to his feet and cleaning your stomach with a blanket and rebuttoning your dress. He seems unfazed by his own actions, and then, as if nothing has happened that was out of the ordinary, his face is still and impassive, and he walks back to the door.

"Be ready in the morning to leave for Naboo."

“Naboo?” You repeat, looking over at him.

"Yes, Naboo." He says, staring out the window. His tone of voice suggests you should already know what he means.

"Lord Palpatine has asked for my attendance and I intend to take you as well. There will be... duties for you to perform whilst we are there." He says, as if the idea repels him, but also intrigues him greatly.

“I will have my handmaidens begin to pack.”

"Yes, have them do that." Vader's voice is absent, as if his mind is far away now, thinking about something that troubles him. "Be ready by morning." He says, his face still turned toward the window.

He lets another silence hang for a moment before turning to look at you again, his expression impossible to read. He looks at you for a long moment, before finally saying, "Go to bed, my love."

The next morning, your handmaidens are quick and efficient, dressing you in an outfit that might be considered a little risqué in comparison to your usual attire, but Vader has been asking for it for months. They also do your hair and makeup in a way that is intended to be as appealing to Vader as possible and soon enough you are sat up in bed, fully dressed. Vader enters the room in his formal clothes, his face impassive. You can see the faint shadows of rage in his eyes, though, and they are watching you.

"Come." Vader says quietly, and you feel a strange mixture of fear and desire as you get up from the bed and follow him downstairs to the shuttle that will take you back to Naboo. Both on the shuttle, as during many of your days together on Mustafar, he does not say a word to you.

Eventually, the shuttle lands on Naboo a couple hours early and Vader escorts you out of the ship, his arm sliding down your shoulder as he slowly directs you through the lush gardens of Theed and into a market. As soon as you both are seen, it takes mere seconds for all of the shoppers to leave, leaving you and Vader in a near empty market. 

Darth Vader walks through the bazaar, ignoring the silent stares of the merchants and the hushed, scared whispers of the shoppers as they hide in alleys and abandoned buildings. In the presence of Vader, everyone feels uneasy, yet fascinated by him at the same time. Your heart was pounding as if you were a prisoner about to be led to their execution. Vader held your hand to keep you close to him and you couldn't help but be reminded of his sheer physical superiority and power.

Though you had never been in Theed before now, you were reminded of life on Karlinus. The colored stands and the smells of foods and teas. The last one hitting too close to home and you miss home all at once. “I want tea.” You murmur gently.

At your mention of tea, Darth Vader pauses and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Tea?" he asks, an edge of disapproval on his face.

“Tea.” You repeat and Vader looks at you disapprovingly but signals a merchant to come over. The merchant bows low before Vader, and then offers you a sampling of some of his best teas. You take your pick and Vader pours your chosen brew into two small cups. Vader watches you sip your tea with an expressionless face.

“It’s good.” You murmur, smiling down into the tea. Vader watches you sip your tea for several moments, his expression still neutral and unreadable. 

Finally, Vader speaks up. "It is indeed good tea," he says, a small hint of approval in his voice.

“You haven’t tried it.”

Vader's face remains stony. "I do not drink tea."

“I see.” You say softly and Vader does not reply, but his hand tightens around yours as the two of you continue walking through the market. As you look into the shops and stalls, Vader remains close at your side, watching you closely out of the corner of his eye. Everyone around you has an expression of fear on their face as they give way to Darth Vader.

Vader continues walking through the main part of the bazaar with you, not saying anything but staying close to your side. He doesn't even speak up when a couple of shopkeepers try to stop you and talk to him, instead just allowing you to keep walking without acknowledging them. Suddenly, Vader tugs you into an alley away from the crowds and you walk in silence for a few moments until he stops by a doorway. Vader looks around the alley, seeming to make sure you two are alone.

“What is happening?” You whisper, shocked from the sudden act. “Why have you brought me here?” 

Vader puts a finger to his lips, indicating you to be quiet. He stares at you for a moment with that same expressionless stare, then finally says in a low voice, "Come here."

You scrunch up your face and shake your head before you whisper back, “We’re in this alley together.”

Vader's eyes narrow. "Come here. Closer." His voice is firm, yet still gentle and quiet.

He watches as you start to lean in, too slow for his liking. Vader pulls you close to him by your hands. He looks at you with an intense stare, his eyes almost searing in their ferocity. He pulls you in closer than ever, until you are pressed tightly against his huge, imposing frame. You feel his breath on your neck as his eyes bore into you.

“My lord, not here, not now.” You whisper carefully.

Vader's eyes narrow and he brings his face close to your ear. "Yes, here. Yes, now." He speaks in a soft, gentle whisper, making it seem even more sinister than his usual tone. Darth Vader grabs hold of you and holds your arms at your sides so you are trapped against him. You suddenly feel his hand slip under the back of your dress, his fingers sliding along your skin. You cannot resist him.

“My lord, please.” You whisper, struggling against him but he just runs a hand over your hair, smoothing it. “Someone could see.”

Vader ignores your pleas, his hand moving farther up your body. His other hand slides down to your thigh, squeezing it. He leans down to your ear and speaks in a whisper. "You will be quiet. You will not leave."

You nod and turn to look and see if anyone can see you both. No one can see the two of you, you are hidden by the shadows of the alley, Vader's imposing figure blocking you off from all other angles. Vader holds you tightly to his body, his face close to your ears as he speaks.

"You see," he whispers, "we are alone."

You nod slowly, heart racing, unsure if its from your fear of the situation or from how close he is in the moment. Vader leans in closer still. His breath is hot on your neck.

"Does this please you, my love?" he asks in a whisper that sounds like the softest of caresses. Vader stares at you intently, waiting for your answer. You feel his hand sliding farther up your body. Your heart beats more quickly now, your breath becoming faster and shallower.

“I- It-” You whisper, feeling conflicted. You knew he had some kind of twisted love for you and he seemed to believe in it so fully. He took you from the life you knew and up-ended it, but it wasn’t entirely his choice. Vader didn't love you at first but he loves you now. He still spoiled you, he doted on you, it was like you were his whole world. Maybe it wouldn't be bad to enjoy it, to let him love you and feel loved.

Vader smiles when you speak. His hand slides to your bare shoulder and he moves in even closer, looking down at you with those piercing, burning eyes. His words are a soft whisper that seems to burn itself into your ears and your brain. "Good," he says. "It should please you, my love."

You shut your eyes and lean back against the wall. As you do, Darth Vader pushes you slightly against it. His body presses close to yours, his hand on your waist. "Open your eyes," he whispers, "and look at me."

But the shame is too immense, the idea of being on a foreign planet for the first time, one of such importance, and taken in the streets is overwhelming. Dirty, foolish, embarrassed. Vader pauses for a moment before speaking again. "Open your eyes, and stop being so foolish," he says, his voice still quiet. His free hand slides up your body a bit, to cup your face.

You open your eyes but still cant look at him. He watches your eyes dart away, looking down the alley, to the quiet marketplace, and even at his chest but not at him. Vader frowns and his hand moves to hold your chin. He slowly turns your face to look directly at him. Your heart beats quickly as you come face to face with him, looking into his cold, yellow eyes... and yet, you cannot help but feel your face flush as he looks at you.

“If we are doing this here, lets hurry. We have to meet the Emperor soon.” You murmur and Vader smiles at you, his face looking almost warm for the first time in your memory. 

"Yes, let us hurry," he says, moving one hand to your back and the other to his pants. As he unties the string of his pants and slides them down, you lift the skirt of your dress for him. Vader looks at you, his eyes burning brightly despite the dimness of the alleyway. "Good girl," he says softly and it makes your heart race even more as you hold your skirts tightly in your hands.

“Hurry.” You whisper, “I feel like someone might catch us.”

Darth Vader looks at you, his face almost looking thoughtful for a moment. "They would be wise not to," he says softly, pulling your dress up above your hips. He is careful to keep you covered by the fabric in his hands in front of you, almost as if he doesn't want the sight of you to be spoiled. He speaks again, his voice almost a whisper but still clear enough to be heard. "No one will catch us."

He pulls down your panties and slides out his cock, giving it a few strokes as he comes closer to you. “I need you, it may not be a good time, but I need you,” Vader whispers making quick work of prepping you on his fingers. His fingers are nimble as he starts with two fingers and moves quickly, impatiently. “If we had enough time, I would take my time with you. To show you that I love you.”

And your eyes almost close, but you fight to keep them open for him. He notices your struggle and shuts his own eyes, kissing at your eyelids as he adds in another finger. “You have to be quiet, okay? No noises. Be good for me and hold your pretty little dress and help us both feel good.” He murmurs against your forehead.

As your breathing picks up, he moves his fingers gently in you and drags his slightly parted lips across your face. Once you start to shift anxiously against him, he pulls his fingers out and starts to slide his cock into you, his hands holding your waist gently.

“Say you love me again.” Vader whispers as he bottoms out, looking in your eyes, his words sound could but theres a desperation in his voice.

“Why must I say it so much?” 

"So I may hear it over and over again." Vader responds quietly, his voice almost gentle again. "Tell me again, my love."

“I love you.” You whisper and he kisses you, and is desperate. His hands tangling in your hair as he holds your face still, his hips beginning to thrust in and out of you, your moans muffled by his mouth. Slowly, your hands come to rest on his waist and timidly you kiss back.

If you give Vader an inch, he will take a mile and his kiss deepens, his tongue exploring your mouth and one of his hands moving to your hip for leverage as he picks up speed. “I love you.” He murmurs, before he focuses on thrusting into you, holding one of your legs on his waist so he can push you into the wall. Each time you gasp, he taps your lips with one finger as if to silence you, as the pressure continues to build, your gasps become moans and whines and Vader quickly cups a hand over your mouth.

“Be quiet. I can’t believe you’re so scared if you’re not listening to me and being so loud.” He whispers, before he kisses your forehead and continues to thrust into you. His eyes focused on yours, silently urging you to look at him, to keep your eyes on him. To let him be the center of your universe for even a moment. “Rub yourself,” He murmurs, “You deserve it, my love.”

Your hands slips under your dress and he can feel it from how close he is to you. Your hand is so small, delicate, and lost in the mess of fabrics that protect your true for from the world. As you rub circles on your clit, he groans as you start to clench around him, so Vader leans close, whispering in your ear.

“Are you close?”

You hesitate for a moment before you give him what he wants, a small nod.

“Do you really need to come?”

Another nod, this time without hesitation and he watches as your eyes focus on him again.

“Come on them.” He murmurs, continuing to thrust into you and once you release, the hand on your mouth holds on a bit tighter and the other moves from your leg to slip behind your head to keep you from hitting the wall. And he follows you, coming against your cervix as he takes a moment to breathe, his head hanging for a moment. 

As you both come down, he slides out and tucks himself away before he smooths your hair and dress. His eyes comb over your appearance to make sure not even a hair is out of line. Once he is sure all is good, he leans forward and kisses your lips again, this time gentle. He moves your hair aside to whisper in your ear. “I have one last thing to ask of you.”

“What is it?”

“Do you know the Hero With No Fear?”

His question strikes you as odd, you know who he was before he fell to the dark side. Everyone knew it, every one can see it when they look at him. “Anakin Skywalker?”

When you say his old name, his eyes shut for a moment. His ears savor the way it sounds coming from you, so different from how others said it then and even now “Yes… That is all.” Vader murmurs, and a silence falls over you both as you stand still.

“Are we going now to see the emperor?”

"Yes, love." He replies coldly, moving in front of you now to guide you towards the palace, his steps measured and his stride even. "Palpatine has something he wants to discuss with us both." He says, as if this is nothing out of the ordinary. You follow behind him quietly before you take his arm in yours so you wont get lost, but also to just be close enough to him.

Vader looks down at you as you hold his arm and he seems to pause for a split second before turning his stare forward again. He holds your arm still, his fingers gently brushing over your hand and wrist, and his hand squeezing yours once more.

A few minutes later, you are escorted into Palpatine's office, a snakelike smile on Palpatine's face as he looks to greet you both only to be met by a shared silence. Palpatine gestures to some comfortable chairs on the other side of the office, and Vader leads you to them, still holding your arm tightly. He makes no movement to sit down, though, and his eyes remain on you, his breathing coming fast and hot as he watches you.

Your gaze returns to the Emperor and Palpatine seems perfectly calm and at ease, as if he has been expecting this visit all along, the smile still on his face. Vader's eyes lock with yours again, and he tilts his head slightly, as if puzzled by your glance at Palpatine.

"Do you know why we are here today." Palpatine asks you directly, his voice warm and friendly.

“No, your highness.” You say, not letting him see any fear and next to you, Vader straightens up in support, looking on at Palpatine.

Palpatine looks to Vader as he answers, but Vader's cold expression never changes, and you cannot see what he is thinking. "I had a feeling." Palpatine continues, his voice as warm as it was a moment ago. He motions over a protocol droid to record the conversation, and once the droid is ready, he turns back to face you. "It has come to my attention that Lord Vader has developed... feelings..." He pauses, as if the word he is looking for is something entirely foreign. "For you."

Palpatine's smile grows wider as he seems to find a word more suitable to what he is saying. "Lord Vader has developed... affections... for you." He says, and now Vader's shoulders drop slightly. Palpatine continues. "He has been so devoted to the Empire, and yet I cannot help but wonder if this feeling... this affection... might not... compromise his loyalty."

“Oh.” You say softly, before you hold your tongue. You knew better than to give any thoughts or feelings to the Emperor, but you feel a creeping sense of dread.

Palpatine's smile fades slightly at your response, and he turns to look at Vader. Your breath catches in your throat at the look on Palpatine's face: it's not a look of anger or even surprise. It's almost... a look of... envy.

Vader's hand grips your shoulder tighter in response, and he glances at Palpatine as he says in an almost pleading tone, "My lord."

Palpatine ignores Vader, continuing to look at you. "Lord Vader's... affection... for you..." Once again the words seem strange to him. "Could prove... unsettling." Palpatine gives a smile to Vader, before looking back at you, his lips curling into a grin as he watches you.

"If you did... something that forced Lord Vader to abandon you..." He pauses, and you wonder what he's talking about. "Would he stay loyal to me... or you?"

Vader's grip on your shoulder tightens again, as if he's telling you to remain silent and not respond to this. His voice comes out a hoarse whisper now. "Do not answer him." He says quietly.

Palpatine looks as if he's about to ask you another question, but decides against it. His face seems to light up as he realizes something.

"Yes... this is perfect." Palpatine says quietly. "Lord Vader?" Vader turns slowly to face him, and you can tell Vader knows what is coming. Vader slowly nods, an expression that seems like resignation on his face.

"Lord Vader... I believe it is time." Palpatine says, and your heart sinks as he continues. "We must put this attachment to the test." Palpatine stares at the both of you now, the expression he wears now almost entirely different than it has ever been. His face is almost... angry?... as looks between the two of you.

Vader meets your eyes, and you see that he seems resigned, as if this is not the first time Palpatine has done something like this to him. 

"Lord Vader... I want you to kill her." Palpatine says quietly, leaving a long pause between his sentence.

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[effen-draws]

Now that the swap fic is finished I can finally share the absolute mess of a skeleton plan I created after ch 1! Because this thing is something when looking back on it. Like I had to restructure it twice man. And you can clearly see that I got tired of being a serious writer after a bit and just began making jokes.

But well it does sort of contain spoilers for the fic? So more under cut.

Swap skeleton plan:

Ch 2: wow we are getting started now

The hanged man, Cuno (mild plot, kim can’t handle kids, and corpse) 

Calling 57 (hermit cop, badge and gun)

Car tracks and lorries (car, mention of Joyce Messier, and that racist)

Smoker on the balcony (homosexual underground code, my brother in christ harry you are bi)

Calling Sylvie (encouragement from Harry, Sylvie sad, the drunks, the notebook, fight? Yeah I guess)

Ch 3: kim you fkn try hard

Mystery of sight

Everart Claire (name, gun)

Kim sharpshooter (cool, autopsy, bullet perhaps)

Secret passage (notebook search, inexplicable pinball rage)

Smoker on balcony cont. (harry bi nation)

Harry’s room (not enough money, Kim lockpicks door, romance? No wait uh oh that didn’t go well)

Ch 4: the first sad one™

Klaasje (distrust and flowers)

Car (breakdown, badge)

Little breather of a scene (glasses)

Drunks (the story, the gun)

Church (teens, dora, amphetamines)

Ch 5: this one is all over the place

Doomed commercial area, short

Everart Claire related, short

Suzerainty, short

The Pigs (oh god Kim you’re not handling this)

Limbo (thought, scheme)

Karaoke (sneak, notebook, tearing it up sad style, go white boy go)

Aftermath (it’s assembled, the notebook, photograph, uh oh is that repression? again?)

Ch 6: the second sad one™

Progress (numbness, Hardie boys)

Ruby 

Post-Ruby (This is going to feel bad to write)

The tribunal

This is death kind of scene

Trust (vulnerability, volumetric shit splitter)

[Dance (check this shit out, harry du bois has a very bi time)] [I'm sorry I cut you dance scene...]

Ch 7: The last remnants of “canon”

Towards the Island (Speedfreaks FM)

Eyes (Y’know guilt? Whatever? Idk I have been thinking about this for too long)

The phasmid (Harry gains the “you are gay for kim kitsuragi” thought)

Prelude to the 41st

Ch 8: The “there, there” chapter

Kim gets put on blast (Kim joins the 41st… against his better judgement)

Harry gets put on blast (Jean is really ruining the mood in the car)

The decision

The talk (man. I hope this’ll feel cathartic)

Romance? Idk I’m fkn bad at this

The rcm thoughts

That’s all folks!

#I just wanted to share this for myself tbh #I made the plan silly so now people have to see it y'know #anyways #related to the rewind refind fic

[therainbowinhell]

@thenextbestidol cont. from here!

At first glance, Charlie could look kinda similar to a human, although that inhumanly pale and white skin, mixed with her shiny red eyes, fangs, clawed hands and nose, could tell something was kinda off.

Could perfectly be someone doing some kind of cosplay, but if one was to observe better, everything seemed too real to just be some kind of costume.

Getting a little nervous on her own, the demon princess stretched both of her hands in an attempt to calm the other down a bit. Perhaps they didn't realize they were in Hell now...dead?

Maybe. It was still strange the other's appearance didn't seem altered. Any sinner that got here manifested with changes in comparison to their human counterparts.

"There's no easy way to explain this to you...but you are in Hell." Her heart skipped a beat after saying so. It's as if Charlie more than anyone felt bad that these souls ended here.

Although, all in all, there were some sinners that genuinely deserved to be here.

"I'm Charlie. Charlie Morningstar. Founder of the Hazbin Hotel!" Trying to light up the situation a bit, the demon princess then outstretched a hand to Ruby, as if to introduce herself properly.

"I'm also...uhm. Princess of Hell. But that's too formal- just call me Charlie."

#ic #verse: main #thenextbestidol #I just dragged Ruby to Hell to give a setting because I thought it could be funny LMAO #I'm so sorry Ruby- but you're not in 'Kansas' anymore

[langdhon]

||| @eyeless-smiles cont. from here

Debatable, sure. There's still Morpheus, but Michael elects to brush that fact aside for now— far far away. His hands resting on the nightmare's hips, he lets that hand roam his skin and settle around his throat. Cranes his neck a little for better access, even. " Honestly? I didn't deem you flawed at all. " Morpheus did. Michael simply lacked the power to defy him; something that keeps on stinging each time he remembers. " But I gave you some special effects ", precedes a smile, pulse underneath Corinthian's touch quickening. With anticipation for that hand to finall tighten around his throat. Which it doesn't. So he brings one of his own hands atop the nightmare's to add pressure, a little, to feel him.

" Your heart isn't sand. It's a ruby. It contains a few drops of my blood. " He pauses, gaze dragged to the Corinthian's chest. " The Dream Lord let me plant a part of myself into you, and I chose passion... " Mischief flits through his eyes, widens his smile some. " For the kill. " Then follows an upturn of his brows, the index finger of that hand resting atop the nightmare's jutting up. " And you can bleed. But not blood. Tiny, venomous spiders. "

#SANDMAN AU. #uvu since many ppl fear spiders #he thought it's a nice addition to a nightmare ehehe #eyeless-smiles

[writeblrfantasy]

The Lover with Five Names: Herra's first POV

Since the prologue counts as Leonidas' first POV, here is Herra's! The three POVs of the book alternate, with Herra's first POV scene showing up in part 2!

“Madam, we have a prisoner.”

Herra of the Ancients, leader of the Blue Feathers, divinely chosen appointer of emperors, turns and raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

She wonders if Leonidas has managed to get himself captured or arrested somehow already. He’s always bragging that he’s above that, but getting captured one day after his departure would be a record she’d be all too happy to tease him about. She almost hopes it is him for that reason.

“It’s not my arrogant ex,” Tasian, Herra’s right hand, mutters with rolled eyes. They toss back a braid of black hair that threatens to come loose from their coil of braids. “He’s smarter than that. It’s an Ilyakan. A member of House Grimash.”

Herra’s eyebrows shoot up, and her hand goes to the sword at her side. “Oh? What in the gods’ name are they doing here? Where did you find them?”

“She was loitering around Alma’s territory. We found her when we were doing patrols. The Ruby Rings weren’t very happy to see her, so we made a deal and took her off their hands. She came kicking and screaming, but we have her in the dungeon.” Tasian smirks.

Herra marches toward the hallway, clapping their shoulder. “Excellent work, Tasian. I’ll interrogate her immediately.”

Tasian catches her arm. “It might be wise to keep her alive for a time,” they advise. “Try to control yourself.”

Herra smirks. “Have you ever known me to be anything but steadfast and unbreakable? I am the model of control. Don’t worry. She’s not getting out of life that easily when she has me to answer to.”

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[ask-the-pale-elf]

(Cont. from he gives you one last glare before walking away)

They don’t go after him, not right now anyway. He needs some time to cool off and they need some time to figure out their response. Plenty of time to do that while cooking.

They wait till after everyone is fed and asleep, or, well, most everyone. Walking over to Astarion’s tent, they say the words they’ve been mulling over, “I’m sorry. You were right,” they raise a hand to keep him from interrupting them, ‘It’s hells of a lot easier to be selfish. And I try and be a hero, a saint even. That’s just how I’m selfish in my own way, I guess. To give myself a feel good feeling, a pat on the back, by helping others.”

“I didn’t say any of that stuff before to make you feel bad, and I’m sorry I did. I’m sorry you’ve been through the literal and metaphorical hells and back. I’m sorry you e been hurt so much. I’m sorry you got your life taken from you before it really even began. My feelings haven’t changed though. You have your way of handling things, I have mine.”

“Mine just so happens to make me want to be a hero. Want to help others. Maybe it’s for my own peace of mind or feeling of goodness rather than it’s for their sake. Maybe it’s so I can feel better about myself.p,” their eyes shift from Astarion to the ground and their voice turns wry and derisive, “Maybe it’s because I’m so selfish in wanting to play the hero, I can’t mind my own business and drag others into helping with me against their will all so I can get that feel good feeling,” they scoff at their own words before looking back at Astarion, voice becoming more neutral, “Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter.”

“I am how I am and I won’t change,” they throw their arms wide and begin to gesture more and more dramatically, “Try and take advantage of the wannabe foolish hero. Throw me in the face of whatever monster we face next, use me as a meat shield, drain me of my sickeningly sweet goody two shoes blood, kill me, I don’t care! At least then we’ll both get what we want. I get to die feeling like I actually did something good, you get a ‘foolish hero’ out of your way, hells, even Lae’zel will get something out of it by having one less person to worry about turning into a mind flayer!”

“Or,” they bring their back back closer to them and cross them over their chest, “we can try and get along until we figure out a way to rid ourselves of our little hitchhikers. You won’t ever have to look or even think about the stupid adventurer who wanted to play hero. I’ll get to be selfish in knowing I did a good thing by helping others and being able to feel like a hero.” They snort as they mockingly mirror their previous words, “And Lae’zel won’t have to be on edge sharpening her sword, waiting for one of us to bust tentacles out of our skull.”

They don’t walk away this time. Instead they look in his face and try to see what he may be thinking, “We’ll each get what we want. It’s just a matter of when. Maybe I’ll throw myself into death’s arms trying to play hero before any of that, who knows. Until any of that happens, we should try and get along. If only so we work well together in battle, if nothing else.”

It’s as close to an olive branch as they’re willing to offer.

- Starlight (tell me if these are too long please, I have anxiety and worry. Also, you’re totally okay for lack of updates, you have your personal life offline and shouldn’t feel obligated to update if you’re busy or stressed. Hope all works well for you!)

(Cont. from here)

His ruby red eyes narrowed at you as you forbade him from interrupting, how utterly rude of you. First you prided yourself on your moral high ground, then you strolled up to his tent without any invitation, and now you told him to shut up!

Astarion stifled the urge to bear his fangs at you, he'll tear a new one into you later. As he kept listening to you go on and on, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. How naive.

You really thought you were making a difference, didn't you? The pale elf knew your kind very well, intimately even. There were many a bedfellow who promised to love him or hells even free him from his master, but they all failed. By either running with their tails between their legs or being disappointed by Astarion not being the affectionate damsel in distress they wanted him to be. Either way they met their ends swiftly enough.

Even heroes wouldn't stoop so low as to help a vampire spawn and in his eyes, you were no different. Astarion had half a right mind to take you up on your offer and suck you dry and leave you in the dust. But...

He knew your potential, as much as he would hate to admit it. The vampire spawn needed you, he needed your strength to finally take down Cazador.

Astarion bit into his lip in frustration, "Fine! You're more useful to me alive than dead anyway. Just don't expect me to like what you're doing, least of all be nice."

He turned his back to you in a huff, frustrated at your good points but somewhat relieved that you had his back.

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[jisungshotfirst]

☀︎ honeyz appreciation post ☀︎

⌜ please do not repost ⌟

cont. ↘︎

these two truly mean the world to me so i wanted to celebrate them<3 i was first properly introduced to ruby when juni walked into ruby practicing 'chandelier' (not the vity one) his little head exploding from the talent<3 it was that vid their nickname came from: honey voice and tongyeong honey bread! and they have been nothing but adorable since... ruby rly is hyeongjun's laugh button! he knows juni's exact humour and utilises that always<3 sending hyeongjun to the floor half of the time. he also plays along with juni's jokes extremely well and will commit to them to make juni happy. juni being ruby's lockscreen for literal years just gets to me... and atm he is begging for hyeongjun to send him a new pic to use and juni is refusing<3 bickery boys<3 they r such lil weirdos :( whenever rubys tension is high he's always with juni who calls him weird (as he should<3) but plays along so well :(

ruby is also junis cry button ㅠ despite already crying earlier, the second he saw ruby get emotional he was sobbing once again</3 also whenever he feels down or is fighting with someone, he naturally shares it with ruby and woobin understands him very well :( it is no surprise to anyone that food is how woobin shares his love and hyeongjun is so receptive :( he not only thanks him and compliments him but became his cooking student and is top of the class<3 in that vlog, ruby was frying and juni went and got chopsticks for ruby to flip the meat without ruby even asking ... he just knew :( juni in starships cafe drinking his peach ice tea and waiting for class the day before rubys bday, video calling him coz he missed him (ruby was not even in gwangju yet) and he was excited for ruby to go home :( and when juni goes home, his family send him back to seoul with homemade seasame oil and spices for ruby to use to feed the boys :( they also chose each other as final phone calls at the end of their lives... ruby still making him laugh even then, and making sure he's eaten...

they r just the best ever... they are so silly and so emotional and neither undermine the other<3 their friendship is so lovely :(

tldr; hyeongjun is woobin's lil baby and i cry </3

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[eveniingstar]

@hcreath, cont. from here

How typical of her master, to think of Ishtar's enjoyment before her own. Ishtar laughed, the sound bright and warm like sunlight, and reached into her sarong to draw out three gleaming red, quarter-sized rubies. They were a familiar sight, of the sort that both she and her host had used numerous times in combat. Each would shoot off multiple beams of energy that sought out their target, dealing a decent chunk of magical damage.

" Consider these a blessing from a benevolent goddess to her adoring devotee, " she said with a self-satisfied smile, lifting her hand to display each between her splayed fingers. " Should anything go awry during your mission and you become separated from the others, you may use them to defend yourself. They should each hold about five charges - use them sparingly. "

Ishtar was Rin, and Rin was Ishtar. Her vessel had been summoned in her prime, no more than twenty at her eldest, but the face was the same as that of the gifted prodigy Tamar had known during her time at the Clock Tower. That same face twisted now in sudden realization of the affection she had shown, a pointed sniff coming from the goddess as she crossed her arms across her chest and averted her gaze.

" Er, anyway... Make sure you come home in one piece! I will not hesitate to invade whatever sorry anomaly you end up in to drag your ass out of danger if I have to, " she sniffed, bristling at the very thought.

#[ ic. ishtar — beloved of heaven and earth. ] #( yep! same age :> ) #( from the fast-forward images of rin post-clock tower that we see at the end of ubw I think Ishtar's Rin is 'stuck' at 17 or 18 ) #( headcanoning that she got plucked out of her timeline I guess ) #( Fate lore is always weird and wonky it's what I'm going with until proven otherwise ) #[ verse. — chaldea. ] red devil of venus.

[cosmichalo]

—cont. 🌠

There's something to be said for someone dauntless enough to approach the Faller willingly, and even more to do so in such a secluded place. Typically, the mere sight of Magdelena is enough for crowds to part, and for onlookers to gawk at from distances they deem safe. Despite her shadow work as a reputable assassin, her career as a bounty hunter is no secret.

Nor are her unparalleled battling capabilities—both through Pokemon, as well as her own weaponized body.

Listlessly, she does not deny the company, however surprising. WHL0137-LS can be seen hovering below among the dunes, their legs tucked within their body as their silver frame reflects the moonlight above.

"The cadence of your elocution is evident that you are of foreign origin," Mag takes her eyes not away from the stars, though her brain computes Balthazar's uncommon accent before processing its results in milliseconds. "I am able to deduce your accent being that of a Galarian dialect—one commonly spoken among citizens of the region's geographical center."

The red of L-S's eyes pierce like rubies amidst the sands, as their trainer finally turns to acknowledge the other properly. "You are already aware that my designated nomenclature is Magdelena." Who isn't aware, what with her presence growing vastly more visible over the course of the three years she's been residing in Orre.

"It is not often I cross paths with another nonnative. Impart me with what circumstances led you to being here, in a region purportedly many go out of their means to avoid altogether?"

—@orremancy

#orremancy #>:3

[hanlengjun]

@darkenforcer cont from here

The number of times Mobei Jun could count on one hand that some pint-sized human had thrown themself at his chest, pleading for assistance, would be twice. An astounding two times.

The first occured when his Shang Qinghua fled from a nest of monstrous, maneating ruby-eyed spiders. He snotted all over the front of Mobei Jun's robes and clung to his waist crying desperately 'My King! Save me!' The pathetic display stirred something deep inside him, but at the time he couldn't figure out exactly what.. so he did the only rational thing any demon would do in his position! He peeled Shang Qinghua off and flung him back into to ravenous mandibles of the spider swarm! He realized, some time later, that what he felt was sympathy and probably shouldn't have thrown his attendant..

And the second time is now. As he stares down at the unfamiliar face, Mobei Jun decided he wouldn't make the same mistake he did years ago. When the shouts of angry bar patrons reached the allyway and the thrashing of heavy footfalls stampede closer, he effortlessly scoops the human up into his arms.

"Hush. They're coming." His voice rumbles, the thought of retreat occurring to him for a fraction of a second- but demons never retreat. Instead he plots, the temperature plummets and a thin layer of ice crackles as it engulfs the street and surrounding buildings.

The first patron rounds the corner shouting, "Found the bastard!" A second chimes in, "Get 'im!" While a third roars, "He's mine!" Simultaneously all three skid on the ice, toppling into one another and slipping on their asses.

Mobei Jun huffs, the corner of his lips twitch. It's not quite a grin but it's pretty damn close as he watches on in amusement at their failed attempts to stand upright. This emtertains him for a good 5 seconds before he grows bored from their struggle and turns to leave, with the human who caused all this ruckus still held firmly in his arms.

#darkenforcer #darkenforcer01 #this got a bit long #NDUQVSYWBFU YURI WHAT DID YOU DO

[friendscfmine]

     @screwyewguys  〢  cont from here .

Vic was drawing, laying on his stomach, turned away from the front of the cell so that guards wouldn’t catch him with a number 2 pencil in hand.  Anything with a point was contraband, especially for him, especially after the last incident.  But in a place like this, there were still ways of getting what you wanted, and Vic stored his treasured utensil in a small makeshift sling under his bed where it would not be easily spotted when the mattress was flipped.

Looking at his doodles of kittens, and looking at him and the blissful way he hummed over them, few people would guess that his body count was sixteen.  He’d only been convicted of nine, including both his parents, the first two.

Vic gripped his pencil forcefully and stared at Eric with vacant eyes when the other man spoke to him.  He could feel the implement piercing a flimsy layer of skin, gliding through fat, splintering in the arteries, his friend’s blood glittering like rubies on his hands and face and walls of their cell.  He had been tempted, when he got his first taste of blood, to march right over to Eric’s house and kill him for years of torment inflicted.  He actually did walk all the way there and climbed the fence into the backyard.  It was sleeting, and Victor Chaos stood there, soaked through to his skin but not noticing the cold.

No sooner had he resolved to go inside, he felt a warmth radiating from him—Butters—and realized how many goosebumps dotted his arms.  Eric was his friend, Butters’ friend.  He was Vic now, but some part of him would always be Butters Stotch, and that part would always adore and admire Eric, no matter how much of a huge bully he was.

Besides, if he killed Eric now, the guards would burst in and seize his presently most beloved possession, which he was nowhere near ready to give up.  His kitten drawings were one of the few solaces he had left—well, except for the man on their cell toilet, of course.

“Sure!” he beamed sunnily at his best buddy, all his homicidal impulses dripping off of him like that sleet from back in the day.  He handed Eric the aforementioned scraps, then sat up, tucking the pencil under the mattress for easy retrieval later.  He did not want to put it fully back in its sling yet.

“You know, I’m really glad you’re in here with me, Eric.  I don’t think they usually put people like us together, but I’ve missed you every day since I got put away!”  Vic’s imprisonment had been huge news for the sleepy town of South Park, a violent serial killer in their midst, but somehow, Eric missed the entire thing, the arrest, the trial, all of it.  He did not care for the news much, apparently.

“I thought about writing you a letter, but I didn’t think they’d let me.”  The guards read his mail before sending it out, and honestly, Vic didn’t trust himself not to write something too disturbing to actually be posted.  “But now you’re here, and I can talk to you every day!”

#ic :: ( butters ) #int :: ( thread ) #ver :: serial killer ( butters ) #screwyewguys #//eric has come so close to dying so many times and he doesn't even realize it

[littlemisssquiggles]

Had an idea I think you could really like: if/when Ruby ascends, she becomes the White Princess (as Summer was/is Queen) since there's no White Queen/White King/White Prince counterpart to the Red King/Prince. (Both red and white queens were in Alice Through The Looking Glass) What do you think?

(cont) and the White Princess look is essentially what she believed Summer Rose looked like, but is now skewered with what Ruby learned of her. She believes that everyone would want Summer Rose, so she became Summer Rose... or rather, the amalgamation of what Summer Rose is to Ruby, good and bad.

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Hiya Miki-chan,

Y'know ironically I've been hearing more fans sharing your thoughts on Ruby returning to Remnant more like Summer Rose. However, speaking for myself, I more pegged the whole point of Ruby's arc in the Ever After being her shedding what originally kept her back from becoming the embodiment of what is truly needed to stop Salem for good.

And part of Ruby's burden is her conflicting feelings and underlining grief surrounding her mother.

For most of the story, particularly following V3, Ruby has constantly been compared to her mother in more ways than one. Not implying that Ruby is expected to become more like Summer, I just figured the point would be the opposite.

For Ruby to step out of Summer's shadow and become her own person even if she might not know what that is. Because it may seem like a lot of Ruby's reasoning for becoming a huntress is all tangled up with her feelings toward her mother.

Summer was more than a mom to Ruby. She was her inspiration.

But despite being the "best", not even Summer was able to stop Salem and according the events of V8, Summer became more of a victim to Salem rather than the saviour that would stop her.

So I was expecting this would be Ruby’s true purpose. Shedding what previously defined her (her connection to Summer) and becoming what she is truly meant to be---truly finding herself again.

But that’s my assumption.

~LMS (2023)

#squiggles answers: rwby #ruby rose #summer rose #rwby theories

[notenoughmuses]

cont from x @amaidasfairassummer

When it came to Jon, Viserys knew deep down a rash choice could end up hurting his family even more. "I want my brothers child...my only nephew close, but...He's more Stark then Targaryen. Rhaegar tried to make it work with Eddard Stark but it never seemed...amibicle. Like there was a wall between them and maybe it's for the best. Perhaps I'll write to Eddard and see how Jon would feel about spending even half the year here if he would like to" Viserys decides out loud as he runs his hand over his wifes hand as he picks up his daughter with the other.

Lilac eyes went wide as he heard his wife speak of her father and having him be the one to put an end to Tywin Lannisters life. He didn't speak for a moment, unsure if that would be wise but what other option would there be save for a faceless man. But when matters turned to their children, Viserys could only smile at the beautiful and innocent lives that he and Joanna had created. "Tysha Visenya Targaryen, Lady of Casterly Rock. She aleady has lions blood, I am King and can decree as such, our daughter shall be Lady of the Rock after your father passes" Viserys knew of his wife's ambitions, though they were few in number, her home and tittle held close to her heart and mind close.

"If she chooses the Martyn boy then so be it. If the rest of the land tells her she needs the Lannister name, she shall have that as well. Princess Tysha Visenya Targaryen-Lannister. Lady of Casterly Rock." He laughs at his wifes suggestion of her father having a son "You would want our daughter to marry your half-brother, her uncle? It's a very Targaryen thing to suggest my dear" He chuckles, realived he can still laugh and it's getting easier, though he knows when he wakes tomorrow the pain will be back. The grief will be back ten times more.

"We should have the coronation soon. Rhaegar always talked about perceived power. It's what he would have done. Waiting after the funerals, after the grieving time will only show us as weak. I know we don't have much planned in way of this but I do know I would like for you to wear my mothers crown. She always said you would like splendid in it. I'm going to have any of Rhaegars rubies found and forged into a crown for myself later. Aegon III's crown shall be my corination crown. I...I'm nervous for all of this. Unprepared really. I was the spare and Rhaegar the Heir. Then little Aeg was to be the heir after Rhaegar was King." He takes a deep breath, willing himself to make a joke. "Be glad you don't have any siblings. Titles are hell when it comes to siblings."

#sorry this took so long

[littlemissleapyear]

cont from {🖤} @videcoeur

          🕷 Layla knew she wore to much perfume, make-up and jewelry. It was her calling card after all. Most would swoon and fawn over the ivory statue that the spider was but then there were others.Others like this man. Far drunker then any sailor in a while and stunk far worse then any fowl beast. His smell was far more insulting to her nose then his words to her ears. 

                   Dear Doffy, always looking out for them. The raven hair had come to realized just wholes wing she’d been placed under quickly after just a few months. He was cruel but when it came to anyone in the family being treated in the smallest of degrees it was like a switch was flipped. 

                    Her gloved hand was softly placed upon his an insistence that he be at ease or at least hold just a few seconds longer. Sure it was easier to kill him and be done with the matter but her captain had twitchy fingers. 

                     Layla’s tongue clicked behind painted ruby lips.   

                   “There are fates worse then death ... and where one wises to take a tease at but mere fashion at least clothes are changeable. Garbage is still garbage at the end of the day. Have you had your fun? Are you nervous? Hm~” There seemed to be that moment were the silence could be cut with a knife. 

                   “Get out of our sight you sack of shit. They say boys pick on the girls they like but your personality tells me what your packing. Finish your drink and begone. You have a minute.” It was in a soft honey tone that left goosebumps of uneasiness. 

                    Sure there was laughter and it would indeed anger her captain more but she stood firm with him and waited till the sods back was turned. From there the raven hair waited till the perp was actually leaving before flashing a smirk at Doffy. With a glass of wine in one hand she placed out her hand and flipped her thump in the downward position. 

                      “Make it slow. I want to hear him scream for mercy~” From there she offered up her captain his glass again, after all this was to beautiful night to be so tense. Hopefully they could salvage it. 🕷

#videcoeur #{House of Cards: Donquixote AU} #// Layla's a petty bitch #but also one to play a good game of spider and fly #she's also like 'fine kill him so you can go back to drinking with me ' -3- <3

[rockcitychic]

—cont.❄️

"Gracious, don't be mistaken—this is positively dreadful," haughty as ever, though with a certain sense of flair, Roxanne's arms cling close to her body; despite being very familiar with the colder climates found elsewhere, she still is native to Hoenn—a far cry from this frigid land she finds herself visiting to the north.

"Though, when there is work to be done, we all must make the necessary sacrifices." Pigtails whip as her head, too, ducks with a bow. Despite the unpleasantness this weather brings her, she's still honored to be in audience with Sinnoh's Dawn, a Champion world-renowned for being a miraculous showcase in class and in skill. Roxanne's level of respect and reverence for the other shows vividly upon her frostbitten face, as she soon rises. "It's a pleasure to be here, meteorological circumstances of the season aside. I do appreciate your gracious reception."

"I'd like your permissive sanction to study the Sinjoh Ruins further in depth." Cutting right to the chase, and without hardly a breath between. Ruby red eyes pierce the blue ones filled with a perceptive darkness across from her, not as a show of dominance—though, a look clearly conveying how very unlikely it'd be for Roxanne to ever accept rejection.

The researcher is positive Dawn isn't aware of that prior trespass into the mythic ruins that mysteriously connect SInnoh to the region of Johto; of her and one of Kanto's most enigmatic of former Champions' attempting to connect the missing links they'd stumbled upon in search for something... substantial.

Though, after a series of mishaps and unfortunate circumstances, their exploit was inevitably foiled. The few-of-words Champion departed back to wherever it was he'd come, and Roxanne returned dutifully to the University of Rustboro, and (rather begrudgingly) Devon Corp.

She'd never forgotten that sensation of being on the cusp of something so momentous—her failure, if anything, was the true jumping point.

"I... am aware this request might be overzealous. And, because of its status as a designated NHA, grants into the Ruins are undoubtedly cause for circumspection." She loosens her stance, a chilly hand coming to rest softly over her heart while her breath condensates. "But, I must assure you, I take every precaution into account when surveying within any area of theological significance."

Not entirely true, but at least Roxanne feels like she's being convincing enough!

—@dawnedon

#dawnedon #wheww here she goes skfskg #obsessing already ;;;