#i just need to feed the soft animal of my desire (which is to see two fictional idiots be in love)

[sincerelystranger]

this was in my WIP but it’s basically a snippet of the same universe as this short (which is basically some thoughts about an ArrangedMarriage!AU) 

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The first thing Wangji notices when he enters the Jiangshi is that the room is cold.

The second thing is that Wei Wuxian is laid in his cot again – the thin, useless thing his uncle had insisted Wei Wuxian sleep on when they first married.

Wei Wuxian turns when he hears Wangji enter. His thin face lighting up with a smile. “Hanguang-jun, you’re back!” he says brightly. He moves to get up and Wangji can see the way his thin arms shake.

The pain in his chest is familiar by now, but it hurts nonetheless.

“No need to stand,” Wangji says, quickly walking over towards the cot.

Wei Wuxian is already sitting up, the thin blanket falling down from his shoulders. He smiles ruefully at Wangji. “Grandmaster Lan will berate me for not giving you a proper welcome,” he says, “but if Hanguang-jun is okay with it, I will welcome you back home from here.”

“You can welcome me back as you please,” Wangji says, kneeling down in front of Wei Wuxian. “I will not let uncle berate you.” He reaches to take a hand into his.

It’s cold.

There’s a slight trembling running through Wei Wuxian’s thin fingers. His skin, red where it’s spread paper thin across his knuckles, is cold to the touch.

“The Jiangshi is cold,” Wangji says, bringing the knuckles to his lips.

“It’s my fault, I’m sorry,” Wei Wuxian apologizes, shyly taking back his hand. This action would have been devastating to Wangji a few weeks ago. He would have taken it as a rejection. A sign that his advances were unwanted.

Now…

Well, Wangji knows better now. He knows the fault lies with him and the thousands of things he let be misunderstood.

Wangji takes Wei Wuxian’s hand in his again and rises to sit next to him. Pressing against him so that there is no space left between them. He brings Wei Wuxian’s hand into his lap and holds it. “Don’t apologize,” he says gently, “How could this be your fault? Did the disciples not come by this morning?”

Wei Wuxian stares down at where their hands are joined. The red flush on his cheeks now all the way up to his ears.

“It… it’s wasteful to heat up the entire Jiangshi just for me,” Wei Wuxian says. He turns his head up to look at Wangji, and gives him another bright smile. “Besides, the cold doesn’t bother me much. I’m sure you can call–“

Wangji bumps his head gently against Wei Wuxian’s forehead.

“Who told you it was wasteful?” he asks, his eyes closed in an attempt to control his anger. His anger isn’t meant for Wei Wuxian. He has to be careful not to let it show.

Wei Wuxian is quiet.

Wangji won’t force an answer out of him. He already has a hunch of who might’ve planted this poisonous thought inside of Wei Wuxian anyway.

He holds back a sigh and rises to stand, Wei Wuxian’s hand still firmly in his. “Come,” he says, “Let’s get you to our bed. Why is this cot back in our room? I thought I had gotten rid of it.”

Wei Wuxian gently pulls his hand away from Wangji’s grasp.

“I had it brought back in,” Wei Wuxian says, his eyes on the ground. He’s a poor liar, Wangji’s learned, and he feels a fool for realizing that so late. “What Grandmaster Lan said is correct. I did spend a lot of time in the Burial Mounds and I use demonic cultivation… it could negatively affect you, Wangji. I mean… I don’t think it will, but just to be safe, I think it’s better we use separate—“

Wangji slides his arm under Wei Wuxian’s legs and across his back and lifts Wei Wuxian off his cot.

“Hanguang-jun!” Wei Wuxian exclaims, “What are you doing!?”

“You’re my husband,” Wangji says, “I will not have you sleeping on a cot.”

He sits Wei Wuxian gently against the headboard and brings up the blanket to tuck it around Wei Wuxian’s waist. He walks to the closet to bring out his fur-lined robe and he drapes it across Wei Wuxian’s shoulders.

All the while, Wei Wuxian blinks up at him, as if he doesn’t quite recognize Wangji.

“But…” Wei Wuxian says, “But your uncle…”

It’s a sharp stab of guilt in his gut, the reminder that up until recently, Wangji had blindly followed his uncle’s orders. Believing his uncle’s guidance to be the best course of action for both him and Wei Wuxian.

Never in a million years had he imagined that his uncle could be so… wrong. But Wangji’s limited imagination almost cost him his husband – Wangji wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“My uncle is… wrong,” Wangji says, and the words feel foreign in his mouth. But he has to say them. He must. Wei Wuxian cannot be allowed to believe that Wangji shares his uncle’s opinions – not about his marriage, not about his circumstances, not about Wei Wuxian. He sits next to Wei Wuxian and takes his thin, trembling hand again. “From now on, you must remember this – you are my husband. You are someone I wished to marry.”

“—Yes, I know,” Wei Wuxian interrupts, “You married me because you wished to save the Wens, because you knew what was happening to them was unjust—“

“—No,” Wangji says sharply. “I married you because I wanted to.”

Silence falls between them.

“You are Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian says after a long while, his voice so soft that it only just presses up against the silence.

Wangji hates this.

Hates this quiet, fragile thing Wei Wuxian has become.

And it’s his fault.

It’s all is fault.

And the knowledge that Wei Wuxian willingly let himself be broken down because he thought this was what Wangji wanted burns a hole in Wangji’s chest.

He pulls Wei Wuxian’s fingers to his lips. Presses a soft kiss against his knuckles.

“Husband,” he murmurs against pale fingers. He looks at Wei Wuxian expectantly.

Wei Wuxian keeps his gaze for a moment before tilting his head in question. “…Yes?” he asks.

“Husband,” Wangji says again. “Before I am Hanguang-jun, I am your husband, just as you are mine.”

Wei Wuxian drops his gaze to his lap, where his free hand is anxiously picking at the skin around his nails. They’re chapped and close to bleeding. “But I am the Yiling Patriarch,” Wei Wuxian says softly, his steady voice a stark contrast to his nervous fingers. “Being married to me only brings you pain and dishonor.”

If Wangji could, he would cut his heart out. He would cut his heart out and show Wei Wuxian exactly how much Wangji’s heart bled for him and only him. Show him how the inside of his chest has grown cavernous since meeting Wei Wuxian, constantly growing and rearranging itself to make room to house all the love Wangji has accumulated for this man.

There’s nothing he couldn’t do, if only Wei Wuxian would believe him.

He grabs Wei Wuxian’s free hand in his and pulls so that Wei Wuxian falls forward just a bit – just close enough so that Wangji can press a kiss against his brow.

“I am your husband, just as you are mine,” Wangji repeats softly. There are a million other things he wants to say, but anything he could say in that moment would only bring him to tears or potentially hurt Wei Wuxian, and he wants to do neither.

He presses another kiss against the side of Wei Wuxian’s face before he rises off the bed.

Wei Wuxian stares up at him a little dazedly, a bewildered expression on his face. It was an expression Wangji had seen often as of late. Like Wei Wuxian almost didn’t recognize the man standing in front of him. Like he might be a stranger.

And Wangji understands, even if the expression makes him feel a little embarrassed.

He knows that his attitude and actions towards his husband have changed dramatically in the past couple of weeks. And he’d be lying if he said that this newfound… forwardness of his came naturally to him. But he couldn’t stand one more day of Wei Wuxian believing that Wangji just… endured him. He couldn’t stand one more moment of Wei Wuxian thinking that Wangji didn’t want to be married to him. That Wangji didn’t… love him.

He turns in abrupt embarrassment, suddenly feeling shy about how much he feels for Wei Wuxian. He goes over to the door to pick up the basket he had brought with him.

It steadies him, the basket, and the knowledge of how much love this basket contains. How could he feel shy about his feelings when they couldn’t even compare to simple bowl of soup?

“What is this?” Wei Wuxian asks when Wangji brings the basket over to the bed.

Wangji doesn’t answer. He just places a small tray on Wei Wuxian’s lap.

“Oh, do you have a task for me?” Wei Wuxian asks, “A letter to write? A talisman to make? Let me get off the bed—“

Wangji gently presses down on the tray on Wei Wuxian’s lap to stop him. He taps once on the tray as a sign for Wei Wuxian to stay still, and miraculously, Wei Wuxian nods back in understanding.

It’s almost unfair how easily they understand each other in the little ways, but it gives Wangji faith that someday they’ll also be able to understand each other in the big ways.

The soup is still hot when Wangji opens the lid, curls of steam flying upward into the Jingshi. The aroma falls not far behind. The heavy, savory, warm smell of rich broth and tender meat.

In the moment, he finds he can’t seem to muster up the bravery to look at Wei Wuxian’s face.

He carefully ladles the soup into a bowl, making sure to get plenty of meat and vegetables. Under the guise of carefully placing the soup on the tray, he keeps his gaze down, away from Wei Wuxian’s face.

He’s not quite sure what he’s afraid of.

But this is how it always is with Wei Wuxian. He makes Wangji feel big and small in unimaginable ways. Makes a coward out of him with just a glance and in turns gives him enough strength to stand up to even his own uncle.

Wangji puts the lid back on the soup bowl and stands.

“Eat,” he says, “I’ll go start the fire.”

He turns to leave but the faintest tug at his sleeve stops him in his tracks.

“…Husband,” Wei Wuxian says, his voice small, “Would it be okay if we ate… together?”

Wangji clenches his fists so tightly that they tremble. His eyes burn with unshed tears and his throat aches.

In turns he hates himself – because how quickly could he forget that his husband hates to eat alone? – and in the same moment he’s overcome with gratitude towards his husband.

His husband.

His brave, Wei Wuxian.

So much better and braver than Wangji.

He feels Wei Wuxian’s fingers slip down off his sleeve, obviously taking Wangji’s silence for refusal. Wangji grabs them, before they fall too far and holds them tight.

“Of course,” he says.

He quickly ladles himself a bowl and sits down on the bed, finally – finally – mustering up the courage to gaze upon Wei Wuxian’s face.

What he finds there makes him wonder what he was so frightened of.

Wei Wuxian’s cheeks are tinged with pink. His eyes are bright and happy and there’s a genuine, if not a bit embarrassed, smile on his face that makes Wangji’s chest feel tight.

They begin to eat in silence, and it is Wangji who breaks it first.

“I learned how to make this soup today,” he says stiltedly. “Whenever you want it, tell me. If there are other things you like, tell me as well… I… would like to learn.”

Wei Wuxian is quiet for a long moment, and in every silent second, Wangji feels the pulling tide of embarrassment.

Just as he’s about to be pulled under, Wei Wuxian grabs his hand.

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian breathes, smiling a smile so big that it threatens to split his face in two. “Lan Zhan, you are my greatest blessing. Thank you.”

The Jingshi is cold.

Wei Wuxian is thin.

Wangji is inadequate.

But in that moment, Wangji burns as hot as the summer sun.

#wangxian #mdzs #arranged marriage au #idk if this was even worth posting but whatevaaaaaaaaaaaaa :) #I kind of had an idea for another part to this but who knows :P #lowkey been feeling like everything i'm writing is trash nowadays but just gotta remind myself #this is just a hobby #no one is grading me or anything #i don't have to be perfect or even good #i just need to feed the soft animal of my desire (which is to see two fictional idiots be in love) #the untamed

[emmylous-world]

Inferno - pt.1/?

《SUMMARY》

♤ Jason has a crisis ♤

Devil!Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is so short I'm sorry, but life yk, This has been on my mind for a while now, just Jason sitting on hell's throne all sexy and stuff. I wanna thank my good friend Serv, for helping me with this *Disclaimer: Due to ADHD, the chapters are going to be short, but the series will be long and not edited or proofread*

Warnings: swearing, violence, blood, mature subjects

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Jason sat in the dining hall, alone and in silence, the room was grand and dark, with pillars of black marble all over the room, and the floor was shiny black tile, matching the king's dark soul. Tall, brightly lit candles and upturned animal skulls full of wilted roses were arranged along the long dark wood table. Sat before him was Jason's dinner; Lamb, a joke, a reference to the saying of the devil feeding off of virgins, and since humans were gods' sheep and he was their shepherd, the lambs were the virgins. He picked up a shiny set of utensils and cut through the steak, he sat in silence, simply allowing him to wallow in his thoughts. 

The day started with Jason waking to a knock on his door and then one of his servants calling him done to the grand hall to access the recent events, a ward barrier on the far east side of Hell was cracked and was being invaded by creatures of unknown kind. He sent patrol groups out to scout the invaders, which caused Jason to go into a frenzy, barking orders and losing his temper, maybe after dinner, his lover Emma would help him get his frustrations out, with soft touches,  her whimpers, and moans. Jason got up after drinking the last of the red wine and wiping the lamb sauce from his lips. He headed towards his chambers, hopefully, to fuck the brains of Emma, but right now, tonight, he had to take, to feel like Hell, his kingdom isn’t falling apart, and he was desperate for it; control. 

“I need Emma?” he snaps on his way out. His black robe drags on the floor behind him while he makes his way down the halls. Once at his chambers, he threw off his robe and shirt, letting the chilly air hit his skin, he sighed, he liked the cold, the feel of the chill down the spine and into the bones. But Emma hated the cold, he knelt down and lightly blew on the logs, putting them ablaze.  He poured himself a glass of scotch and sat at his desk, flipping through letters and files, nothing appealing or interesting showed themselves to him. He pulled out a pen and a slip of paper, jotted down some notes, and his thoughts about the day; well what the underworld considers a day. He put down his pen and sat back in his chair, rubbing his hands down his face with a huff and a groan. He got up from the desk, threw back the last of the scotch, and walked over to the fireplace. He poured himself another scotch and sat down in one of the armchairs, waiting for Emma. A half hour or so had passed when a soft knock on the door and his

“Come in” he gruffly spoke.

“My Lord, you call?” Emma’s voice sang, she then gracefully walked over, standing before him, in all her glory. In her light blue nightgown, her golden curly hair was pinned up, strands falling down the sides of her face. She shone so brightly making the glooming place of the underworld not seem so gloomy. 

“I heard about the wards in the south,” she ran her hands down his biceps “Any news, what has the council have to say?” He looked up at her, you could almost see him crack, the sear pressure of his world falling apart put on his shoulders. Instead of responding, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her deeply, He felt it down to his bones, his shoulders released and he ran his hand up her back and took out her hairpin, letting the bronze curls fall into her his. He could smell her soap, lavender, and honey, where she got it in this damned place, he didn’t care, her scent drove him mad with desire. He pulled her in closer to him, her breasts flushed against his chest. Gasping her name over and over again.

Jason sat against the headboard, a book in his lap and a cigar between his lips. Emma was sound asleep beside him, all wrapped up in the blankets, soft snores falling from her lips. The room was dim, the only light coming from the lamp on the nightstand, the walls were dark mahogany, the curtains were black and the floor was black marble. On the other side of the room was a set of french doors leading to a balcony, they were opened, letting a breeze in. He wished he could stay there forever, in peace. he took a drag, from his cigar, filling his lungs with smoke, he closed his eyes, relishing the moment.

Jason closed his book, and softly brushed his hands through Emma's hair. He got up and walked over to the balcony. The view from above was magnificent, the rugged fire rock mountains, spitting ash and hellfire surrounding the fields, and the castle itself was black stone, it was old, it had sat in the valley for hundreds of thousands of years. Jason put his hands on the railing, it was rough under his palms, and the wind was cold on his bare chest. Goosebumps rose all over his arms, making Jason shiver, the stone was rugged under his bare feet. Jason ran his hand over his face, he was restless, sleep wouldn’t come no matter how much he tried, because dark things haunted his mind, putting him in a place viler than his kingdom. He wanted to scream, he pushed off the rail and went back inside. He went to the closet and changed into a pair of sweats and a black tank, once changed he filled up a water bottle and headed to the gym.

The gym was big and dim, just how Jason likes it. He went straight to the punching bag, wrapping his hands in boxing tape, and went at it at the bag, letting the pent-up frustration and rage onto the bag. Hours spent at the bag, knuckles bleeding until the nonexistent sun rose.

#jason todd fanfiction #jasontodd #jason todd x reader #jason todd fanfic #jason todd angst #jason peter todd #redhood #dc characters #dc comic #devil!jason #red hood imagine #jason todd x you

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group E Round 2: #E5 vs #E8

#E5: Magic kid travels in a quest to end all “evil”

#E8: Lesbian vampire & human go on road trip to escape the horrors

Details and poll under the cut!

#E5: Radiant

Summary:

Nemeses—powerful and mysterious demonic entities that fall from the sky and vaporize anything they touch. The only ones who can combat these creatures are Sorcerers, those who have survived an encounter with a Nemesis but were infected in the process.

Seth, a Sorcerer from Pompo Hills, sets out on an adventure to exterminate all these Nemeses. Accompanying him are Doc and Mélie, fellow Sorcerers who share his ideal. Their main objective is to bring about a world where Sorcerers are no longer persecuted for being infected, and to that end, desire to destroy the source of the Nemeses themselves: the mythical Radiant.

Propaganda:

Radiant is adorable: the main duo are a perfect combination of airheads with good intentions.

The story is a pretty clear stand against notions of prejudice / racism / xenophobia, and since the original comic is French, you know it’s not just fiction.

Aside from that, the series is a delight to watch: it’s colorful, soft, the designs are fantastical. Still surprised Tumblr didn’t find Grimm and turned him into a sexyman.

Trigger Warnings: Animal Cruelty or Death, Child Abuse, Racism.

Magicians suffer prejudice and sometimes are physically and verbally assaulted. Nemeses are animal-like creatures and are hunted.

#E8: Vampire in the Garden

Summary:

During a winter long ago, near-immortal vampires began plaguing the world. As their population grew at an astounding rate, they promptly threw humanity off its place at the top of the food chain. Desperate to avoid extinction, the surviving humans concentrated in their last safe haven—a small city surrounded by an enormous wall. There, they have waged war against the vampires for many years.

In the midst of a particularly brutal attack by the vampires, a human soldier named Momo encounters Fiine, the queen of their enemies. After seeing her try to save Momo's best friend from a rampaging vampire, Momo follows Fiine back to her house. It is there Momo connects with Fiine over their love for music and desire to escape the fighting.

Pursuing that goal of escape, the two decide to journey toward a supposed paradise where humans and vampires coexist—despite being uncertain of its existence. However, Momo and Fiine are being targeted by both races, who they must first evade if they hope to reach their destination in one piece.

Propaganda:

This anime came out a year ago, but I literally never heard of it until earlier this summer because Netflix had it. You guys are SLEEPING on such a good series—it’s 6 episodes so it’s short, but it feels like a whole single film. The voice acting is so fun, the music slaps, the animation goes HARD during fight scenes, and it’s just so so good. The art style is pretty, and the scenery makes me lose my mind, it’s SO pretty. I need to write an essay one day about how VitG uses music to carry the story because wow that is 🛐🛐🛐 Also there’s a goofy looking dog named Connie that continuously appears and serves no purpose in the plot. Love that

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore, Racism, Self-Harm.

Child abuse & emotional abuse for Momo’s complicated relationship with her mother. Also emotional abuse for Fine’s past traumas and current strained relationship with other vampires.

This is a vampire anime, so there’s a lot of blood and fighting. There’s also a drug introduced in ep1 that mutates a vampire horribly.

Racism is human-versus-vampire shenanigans.

Self-harm for a scene where a human attempts to feed a vampire and for drug usage as mentioned above.

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how they’re presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form, where you can submit revisions for taglines, propaganda, trigger warnings, and/or video.

#anime #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #group stage #group stage round 2 #tournament polls #group e #radiant #radiant anime #vampire in the garden

[the-kindle-pile]

[Short Horror Story] The Lone Eye

An intense pounding sounded across the room. Or was in it in my ear? A loud beat like someone is hammering. A hammering from within my chest. My heart was pounding out of my chest. It was so painful, so loud.

What have I done?

It felt so surreal. I felt cold sweat rolled down my neck and dripping off the tip off my chin. Blood slowly oozing to the tip of my fingers. A pool of inky red mess on the soft, soggy bed.

Was this all mine?

Then, I felt an dull ache across my face, no pain! Just an tired old ache. I reached up with my left hand and touched it. Nothing hurt! Nothing but a bunched up cheek and a grin across my face.

It was then I finally realized! I did it! I finally did it! After all the months and years i've endured. The feelings I've buried deep inside, the desire, the fear ,the anger!

All of it! It's all out! ELATION.

The old man was finally done for, you see. I had made painstaking efforts to get here. It wasn't easy! Oh no! It was hard! He never once took his eye off me. His decrepit old sick eye. That sickening dark pit of an eye. Everytime I walked outside, everytime I cleaned something, ate something, walked somewhere. He kept staring me with his one eye, his one lone disgusting eye.

But you see I only will be called mad if I had gone and end it there. Had I picked up a knife and and ended it right where he stood. But no, I couldn't. I'm not mad, insane or crazy. I had a method, a way of doing things. Would a mad man think things through? Would he know how to feed the old man his own dose of drowsy medicine? Would he know how to carve each limb from each joint and know all the soft conjoining sinew of the old bone bag man that he was? No, everytime that I had to butcher meat for his rotted teeth, I learnt and I waited.

I waited and I knew that when the night comes, it would be his turn. It would be his bones , his limbs that will be seperated from his body neatly, into pieces packed tidily into a box. Neatly tucked into an airtight coffin buried below the earth. Below the floor boards. Then I would resume my duties and clean, clean and clean! Until there will not be a trace of anything that had happened that night. That was what I did. Would a madman clean!? He would not! But I did! How am I, mad? What you're saying is insanity! I did my duty!

Everything would have stayed cleaned if it wasn't for that wretched Miss Baker. She comes every now and then bringing disgusting sweet biscuits and tiresome long conversations with the old man. When she came to visit after the deed was done, I told her the oldman went overseas to visit some distant relatives. But she kept asking more questions after that. More and more, again and again. I had enough, so I shut the door on her. And that thumping, that thumping won't stop. Ever since that night I kept hearing a loud thumping sound. It wasn't the front door, it wasn't in the walls, it wasn't from the neighbours, where was it coming from!?

Two days later the officers came, I knew they were trouble. But of anyone that would visit, surely this two would know the value of order and cleanliness. I gave them them my most sincere smile and welcomed them in. I allowed them to search all the rooms and closets. It's all clean and tidy. Nothing out of order. Everything was as it should be. I wouldn't miss a thing and neither would they. After which, they wanted to ask questions, so many questions about the oldman. At this point, the thumping became louder and louder. The officers didn't seem to be bothered by it. Don't you hear that? I asked them. They just shooked their heads. They said something but I couldn't hear them, the sound became too loud and my head felt like imploding. I stared at them, eyes wide open trying to catch whatever is making that sound, I cradle my head with my hands trying to block but it didn't stop. I need to find it, the house is flawless, this area had no animals! I made sure of it! WHERE IS THAT SOUND COMING FROM?

It was then I realised, it was the old man! His heart was still beating in his dead body underground! I couldn't stand it! So I ran to the storeroom brought out the wood axe and smashed the floorboards open. Take him! Just take him! I can't stand him! I said.

They took me, then they took him. And at last there was peace. Time passed and I finally felt a serenity I thought I would never have.

That is why doctor, I must thank you. For this ward is the quietest , cleanliest room I've ever been. Now that I've answered your questions, I hope you are satisfied. And I hope you can leave me in peace.

#short story #horror short #writing #creative writing #fiction #writers on tumblr

[v3lv3tsin]

neon nights | sim jaeyun ୨୧

pairing: sim jake x reader | genre: secret relarionship with an idol | warning: smut, minors dni | word count: 1.0k | stefy's note: i had this scenario in my head ever since i missed this live so i've written it but never posted it, but @eeunoia reminded me of this jake and i couldn't just ignore it, but i needed to feed my delulu ass since it's valentine's day, so enjoy :)

[ BACK TO MASTERLIST ]

Sim Jaeyun.

The golden retriever of Enhypen.

Your boyfriend.

Dating Jake was both a blessing and a curse. There were ofte times when you would barely see each other due to his schedule. But he didn't want forget that it was Valentine's Day.

He was getting ready for the weverse live, while you were laying on the bed looking at him as he got dressed up. He wore an ovesized blue & white poli shirt with a pair of black denim jeans. Which were complimentary for his black hair. You would be lying to yourself to not admit that he looked like a full course meal.

You were laying on the bed, on your phone while he was on the sofa talking to the engenes. Dressed in a short black skirt with a white crop top, you made it hard for him not to stare or look over. You looked up from your phone, at him from time to time trying not to stare. He told you before the live that would be taking you out somewhere. Without any details. Just you and him.

Colorful lights from the array of arcade games flood your eyes as you step inside the arcade with Jake. You were the only ones there. Your eyes immediately laid on a stuffed animal in a claw machine.

After many failed attempts, you sulk in the corner of the arcade. Snacking on some chips you had purchased. Suddenly, you felt something bonked on your head. Jake placing the stuffed animal you had wanted on your head.

"You got it." You said smiling while hugging him tight.

"I thought it was only the right thing to do since I spent money already." His voice was soft and quiet but his giggles were loud and playful.

"You really did get it." You say smiling still not believing he actually got it for you.

"I know...I know how much you like these." Jake smiles down at you. "How will you name it?"

"I will name it Jake, since you got it for me." You say smiling.

The two of you have now spent a good three hours at the arcade together. Having a blast as usual playing games, winning prizes and eating too many snacks. The sun has started to slip down on you two, which meant your arcade time was coming to an end. After 10 minutes you found yourselves kissing passionately against a wall, behind the claw machine. The taste of your lips on his were all-consuming. He could only do these for days. But he knew that both of you needed more.

He breaks the kiss to remove your crop top, bra and panties, leaving you on in the skirt. Leaning down to kiss you once again before trailing his lips to down the collumn of your neck. The mix of sweetness and salt of your skin is addicting. The same way it has always been.

His mouth lances on you neck, sucking and licking you, knowing that he will be leavinh a mark. He couldn't help it. The need to mark you as his in any way was so alluring not to do so.

He continues his path down your body, focusing on your breasts next. He takes your nipple into his mouth, giving it the attention it deserves. Your body arches, trying to get closer. Your hand is now gripping his hair tightly, holding him to you. One day he’ll make yoi come this way, but today is not that day. He need more than that. He needed all of you. To be inside of you. To feel our bodies as one. To make you his in every way.

He releases your breast from his mouth reluctantly. His cock is now dripping with his desire for you.

"Jake, please-" The frustration in your voice caused him to smile against your skin.

He resumes his journey, placing soft kisses down your torso. The scent of you arousal calls him home. His mouth waters to taste you there, to bury his face between your thighs and make you scream until your legs shake and you can’t take any more.

When he reaches your sex, he closes his eyes, breathing you in before he takes his first taste.

Her hips raise off the wall the moment his mouth latches on to your clit. You’re as desperate for him as he for you.

He devous you , licking and sucking her until your body is writhing underneath him.

"Jake." You moan his name as your first orgasm hits and you comes against his face. He drinks down every last drop of you. He’ll never get enough of your taste.

"Fuck you’re beautiful." He says, lifting his eyes to meet yours. The satisfied look on your face is enough to make him come.

He gives your clit one last kiss, then give each of your creamy thighs a nibble before making his way back up your body. Another time, he’ll kiss every inch of you, but that will have to wait.

When he reach your mouth, he takes it roughly, unable to control himself. His cock nestles in between your warm folds. The cum that’s leaking from it mixes with your arousal. He tries to keep those thoughts at bay. His willpower is diminishing by the second. But he won’t come until he’s deep inside you.

Slowly a rhythm forms between you two, his cock sliding through your wetness, hitting your clit each time it does. Your little moans try to push him over the edge.

He breaks the kiss, wanting to see you come this time. Your eyes closed, you throw your head back as your body arches off the wall.

"Eyes on me, baby ."You obey his command, opening them and staring into his as the orgasm courses through your body.

"Happy Valentine’s day, baby." He says while kissing me passionately one last time.

"Happy Valentine’s day." You kiss him back while wrapping your hands around his neck.

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[capybaraonabicycle]

River Song for the Blorbo Bleebus thing!

Anon, thank you!!!

I am in love with Melody Pond - which is pretty obvious, I guess - so this was so much fun!

In case anyone is interested in some random explanations:

Soft and Sweet: I mean, she isn't, not really, she's poison, she's tough, she's hell in high heels, she will kill you for fun. But she also is. River is and Mels is. In her core. She has so much love in her and we always see it concentrated on the Doctor but it reaches so much further. She will deny it but she is the softest and sweetest when circumstances allow. Also, she's Rory's daughter, if you need further proof.

Chew Toy: I interpreted this a little as 'canon's punching bag', not sure this is what it means.

Aspirational Character: Do I want to be her? Absolutely. But also hell no. She has to deal with so much crap and she is a highly morally dubious person but she is awesome and she loves life so beautifully so really, how could I know whether I aspire to be her?

Orphan: Melody Pond is. Mels Zucker isn't. River Song is and isn't. Also one of her parents is an immortal box?

Divorced: River isn't divorced because why go through that trouble if you can just leave the timezone of your spouse or delete their memory when they start to annoy you?

Pets stray animals: She married the Doctor, that already counts. But also, I strongly believe Mels cares so much for stray animals. They remind her of herself and she cares for them like she wishes someone would care for her. (She does not pet them when anyone is around to witness. Except for Rory, maybe. Rory and her feed stray cats together.)

Ray of sunshine: That woman is the embodiment of loving life but she will also kill you without hesitation, so...you do the math.

Sadistic/Helps others for fun: Really, it can always be any of the two, depends on her mood, I guess.

Scary smart: Okay, she is a genius, I think we've established that (and she has a professor title to prove it). But then there is this:

(Like honestly that whole episode? Not realising she married a cyborg, trying to sell his head to his admirers, not realising the very obvious fact that the 'Doctor' she called was the Doctor. She is such a dumbass and I love her)

Also jumps down from skyscrapers and spaceships in hope her mum will catch her. Badass, but frankly quite stupid, too. There's easier ways to do this. Although, admittedly, they would not be quite as extra.

1000 Weapons: River is 1000 weapons incarnated but also sonic trowel plus decoding devices plus sonic lipstick plus sonic screwdriver plus dress perfume... anyway, she turns most of them into weapons, too, so she gets a mark close to it

Powerful violent urges: NEVER against her. But often enough against other people following something she says or does, when she shows vulnerability - mostly against Kovarian, occasionally against the Doctor

Creative Drive: She's my most tagged character on ao3, so...

No less trauma: Listen, I want her to have a better life, I do. But her trauma is so important to who she is, I would not dare to rewrite a single line.

Romance/Sex: Yes, she has plenty of that already. But she enjoys it and I would give her anything she desires. Also, she needs to meet 13 and the fugitive Doctor, that is just a given.

The Realisation: that the Doctor is helplessly and deeply in love with her. I want her to have that realisation for every day of her life, again and again. It took way too long.

A satisfying ending: Yes, she had one. She had the best one. Actually she had several and all of them were beautiful. (Yes, I even love the tragedy of her being left like a book on a shelf when she told 10 (later) that it would be the worst possible fate for her.) I checked this box because I am still hoping for her to come back to the screen but if they do that, they better not destroy that ending!

#anon #thank you so much for the question! #I think you are my first anon actually #after 3 (?) years on this site #I am probably doing something wrong #whatever #I am having fun :)

[jinxykat91]

        The Blue Demon's Temptress #4    ~~~A/N: So this will be the last part. And well like I warned previously, it can get pretty dark, reader discretion is advised.

Lol.

Now for the disclaimer, I don't own any art I use, all credit goes to the rightful artists, also I don't own M.h.a or Dabi they belong to their creator as well. I only own my o.c and plot.

Also since this is still part of a r.p I'm turning into a story. The Actions of Dabi go to Juliefiction in this.~~~

            Dabi looked down at her and runs his hand over her right leg tracing her mating mark with his bloody finger tips. She shivered in pleasure from his touch.

"Want to tell me about this little mouse?" He asked, as his fingers trace the mark all along her leg, he then slowly lifts her chin with his free hand.

His cock popping out of her mouth.

"You wouldn't hide anything from me, would you my pet?" He asked, in a slight threatening growl. She could also hear his crazy self confidence.

Kya licked her lips, as she sat up and put a hand over his, while a soft and sad smile crossed her lips.

           "I broke a sacred taboo once, and fell in love with a celestial elemental fire angel.." She paused for a minute moving her hand up to the main lilly on her hip, and she took a deep a breath. Having to retell this always made those emotional scars reopen.

She then continued, "Her name translated in the human tongue was fire Lily.

Our families had been at war for so long, that they eventually had enough and decided to come to a truce.

The eldest son and eldest daughter where chosen. Since my family had the oldest boy and hers the girl...well you get it.

They where blessed by the high council of both Angels and Demons.

It seemed for them to be together safely, they needed the blessings of the high or grand council.

             However mine and Lily's didn't get that far.

To make a long and sad story I'll just explain the main elements of it real quick.

Besides being a Succubus, and chaos/ Destroyer demon. I am also a blood demon. I can use my blood for a vast amount of things, as well as heal others, just as long as I am in control of it's use age.

Back Lily, You see I was still learning how to control my blood back then, and I learned the hard way that if I don't control the potency of it, it can destroy a person or object, or it can make a person or individual go mad.

This is what happened to Lilly or so I was lead to believe.

              A mated pare has the desire to feed on each other's blood when they are in the throws of passion if you will, it's a primal or animal instinct that we can't avoid.

So when the council finally found out about us, she had gone mad from my blood, she was sentenced to death. My father however spoke up, and said that since this was my fault and my doing I should be responsible and kill her.

After it was done, I was punished severely by my family and hers, I was then cursed to this realm.

So the only thing I have of her, is this mark, a necklace I gave her which was the last night we where together, pictures I have drawn, and the memories." She explained, dropping her hand to her side.

         Tilting her head curiously to the left side, she looks up to his face and up to his deep blue eyes. "May I ask why you got curious master?" She asked him.

Dabi looked at her face not answering right away, he started to kiss her. They where small kisses at first but they grew a little more passionate with each kiss.

He pushed her down and laid her on the couch.

His hands got more aggressive and hot with time as he touched her, until he began to burn her flesh.

"Because I wanted to be sure you weren't fucking anyone else." He replied finally, while lifting a leg up so he could get in between them.

The pain stinging in his side as more blood soaked his white shirt.

           "You belong to me." He began while etching his symbol again into her, burning the scar and made another fresh wound.

"You're mine, and I choose who I share you with, and right now that's only Keigo." He finished kissing her again, shoving his tongue into her mouth intrusively.

His hands where nothing but heat and blue flames now.

She moaned loudly kissing him back, and pushing into his hands enjoying the pain from his flame.

"That was a little over 20,000 years ago master, I really haven't had many relationships, other then well... Meals." She replied, "I now belong to you and how ever long you wish to have me." She finished against his lips, while she went still.

Dabi growls, "stop being such an obedient little bitch, do I scare you that fucking much that you won't stand up to me anymore? How can I want to hurt something so fucking precious?!" He said hissing as the alcohol takes over his mind.

            He puts his weight onto her biting down into her neck and down her shoulder leaving bruises along the way, marking her his in every way he can.

His cock pushing against her looking for that heated entrance.

"You're my little fuck toy! I can't believe I got caught by a fucking hero just to get you something! Why do you have this effect on me huh? Is it your quirk or part of it?!" He asked, while grabbing her wrists holding them above her head, wincing from the pain in his side but not as bad from the alcohol numbing his senses.

Kya looked up at him a slight mischievous smirk crossed her lips, as she bucked up into him.

         "Well Master, One: do you want me to be an obedient bitch, or be a brat? You give off so many mixed signals master,

Second: I honestly don't know I am just being me.

Also you didn't have to get me anything master but I do thank you." She replied looking up at him, while she licked her lips again.

Dabi slid nicely into her when she bucked her hips up, and he moaned as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Pain and pleasure mixing perfectly.

"Argh... So fucking perfect, so fucking Perfect So Perfect FUCK!" He called out in pleasure.

He then bit down into her pulsing neck vein, till his canines drew blood.

           He let's off a sigh of relief feeling himself pulsing inside of her.

The t.v still talking about the fight.

Dabi's fire had burned down multiple buildings and killed 15 people in the process, not including the hero himself.

He grins looking at his chaos and starts to hump into her fast and hard enough to bruise her insides.

He then takes a swig of his alcohol, the fire still in the bottle, this alcohol could burn her if she were a normal human who couldn't handle a fire quirk, like his.

He kissed her hard, then like she did with him back in the club, he pushed the burning liquid into her mouth.

             She moaned as she swallowed it, enjoying it's heat. The demon grinded up into him more.

"Thank you master for sharing your drink with me." She said after swallowing it, and licking her lips from what little dripped out.

Dabi completely ignored her adding more bruising down to her chest, leaving a trail as he goes biting down listening to her moans and groans.

He doesn't lose motion as his cock slides in and out her with what feels like magical precsion hitting her pleasure points inside and out, as he plays with her.

Biting her bottom lip, trying not to get to loud.

Her body acted on it's own, pushing more into his bite.

"Mmmmm, F-Fuck master please more!" She moaned out.

Bringing her tail up to her mouth and she bit the tip hard, wondering slightly, afterwards she carefully snuck it up under his shirt and pressed the tip of her tail against his wound.

             The black mist that normally came from her wounds as they healed, came from his it then soaked into his skin.

She continues to rub her tail more along his body.

The mist soaking in and healing his wounds. One other thing about her healing ability, once the mist appears, and soaks into the skin  it goes to other wounds or internal damage done and heals it.

She had a feeling he would probably be mad at her, but she couldn't handle seeing him hurt and in pain anymore.

She then leaned up and kissed his neck.

Dabi didn't see the smoke, he was to lost into his own pleasure.

He couldn't quite get the leverage he wanted from the couch, so he grabbed ahold of her neck, pushing her down leaving her with only the air in her lungs.

He increased his speed as the effects of her steam started to heal him.

            He bent down and kissed her on the mouth watching her intently for every little reaction, "I'm going to make you scream my name little mouse!" He exclaimed, powering his hips forward, one last time before releasing inside of her, feeling only the bliss of his orgasm.

His grip releasing from her throat as he goes back to nipping at her neck with joy.

She gasped and moaned louder pushing into his hands, while smiling at him. She tilts her head back giving him full access to her neck.

"Mmmmmm Master yes! Please more please!" She panted out, wanting to feel more.

As she started to get closer to her own release, she was also happy that his body was healing well.

She then removed her tail, and focused on her pleasure as well as his. Dabi catches his breath and moved away from her sitting back, in the corner feeling much better.

            He was completely denying her of her release, which made her give a small whimper of protest.

"Where the fuck is that bird?" He asked while taking out a pack of pre-rolled joints from his tattered jeans on the floor, and lights one using his index finger taking a nice drag and shooting the smoke out towards the ceiling.

He turned his attention to her, she can still see many staples were missing from the right side of his face and some off his torso.

"Come here my little kitten." He said, patting his lap as he puts up his feet on the coffee table, where the food Keigo made still looked fresh and absolutely delicious.

Listening, she gets up and comes over curling up on his lap, and resting the back of her head on his chest.

A small growl akin to a purr started to rumble in her throat.

             "You're quite comfy master." She mumbled happily. Her eyes glanced at the food once but she quickly looked away, looking back at the t.v and humming softly.

Dabi ran his fingers through her hair as he waits for the bird.

"So what did Kei do to you? And don't lie my pretty little pet." He asked and said. Taking another drag, and offering it to her.

She took it and took her own drag, afterwards she looks at him, while exhailing, "I'm surprised you didn't notice my new piercings." She said bitting on her lip showing him her new lip piercing, "You where also sucking on the ones in my nipples. But the scratches and nail marks healed already.

It's part of my healing. Unless you go through quite a few layers of skin to make the mark stay.

When I go to sleep all wounds heal." She answered him.

           He then looked at her, "Let me rephrase.. Did he feed you?" He says menacingly.

She then bit on her bottom lip, thinking how to answer.

"Um not food master." The demon stopped again and took a deap breath, preparing herself.

"T-To be fair master I did tease him, he came on me, and ummmm another one of my abilities that is tied to the succubus in me, my body soaked up the cum.

So he didn't feed me directly no." She finally finished.

       ⚠(Alright this is where it gets pretty violent.)⚠

His facial expression switches to anger, as he gets up making her drop to her knees on the floor.

He grabs the coffee table and flips it causing the food to fly everywhere and the plates to crash and shatter.

"What was my one fucking rule Kay?! I give you what you want, and you still can't fucking control yourself?!" He yelled and smacked her straight across the face leaving a sharp stinging hand print.

As if suddenly being dropped on the floor wasn't bad enough, she yelped more in surprise then pain from the smack.

"Stay down! A pet that can't fucking listen to basic commands gets thrown in her cage, and doesn't come out of it till I'm ready to see her fucked up little face again." He growled while grabbing her by the cheeks and squeezing them, bringing her face up to his.

            "I'm not going to keep a pet that has no use to me!" He shouted again throwing her back to the floor, stumbling over his feet, drunk from the alcohol and high from the weed.

A part of her hoped he would forget this, when he got sober. For now she chose to deal with it.

She moved her mouth, her jaw popping and going back into place, while her black mist repaired the slight damage that slap made.

But she stayed put, not following him so he could have his space.

Blood red tears filled her eyes and began to fall.

She snapped her fingers to straighten up the table, she then made the food and shattered dishes float to the garbage bin in the kitchen.

Afterwards she stayed knelt on the floor and played with her tail in shame.

             "I'm sorry master." She whispered quietly, pretty sure he couldn't hear her.

He then turns pointing down at her in such anger, "You know what?! You sick twisted little bitch! I know you love your punishments it's all of being what you call a demon right?!" He asked and paused for a minute, taking a shaky breath for how mad he was.

"Well not this time no!

Oh no no no, I'm gonna take it out on the bird and you're going to watch! No healing, no snapping fingers, no sex, no release and no blood even when you smell it the fuck everywhere!

I'm gonna pluck his feathers out one by one, and take it on his pretty boy ass as well, remember princess he feels pain like a regular human!"

             He exclaimed as he grabs her by the tail she's playing with, making her gasp in surprise, while he pulls her into the playroom tossing her on the bed and locking her arms up in the shackles again.

"You're gonna stay here and think about what you've done to piss me off!" He shouted, pulling open a drawer and he pulls out multiple toys. Plugs, vibrators, nipple clamps,gags, etc, and lays them flat on the bed besides her letting her take a good look at them.

"You're some sort of sex demon right? You feed on blood and sex? Well how would it feel if left you in a state of deprivation for a length of time, all the while forcing your body into a horny mess?

If you don't cum does it matter?

Does it matter how much I edge you, my precious little fucking mouse?!" He asked taking another drag, he then burns it out on her flesh, making sure it digs in nice and deep so she can't heal it as quickly.

            The demon bites the insides of her cheeks hard, and looks in the other direction from him, not answering right away.

She didn't want to piss him off further, but at the same time she didn't want to answer.

Because the answer was a way to weaken her.

So she shifted slightly and remained silent.

Unfortunately Dabi growls getting even more pissed at her silence.

"I asked you a fucking question pet now answer me!" He hissed taking the first vibrator and putting it raw to her asshole.

He then grabbed a cheek and pulls it apart to watch, the hole barely stretch confirming how tight she was and shoves it in with an uncaring force.

              Kya gasped swallowed her her drool, "mmmmm F-Fuck, to much pleasure can start to hurt master, same with denial. Also for me to much pleasure can be like a drug for a drug addict on a drug overdose.

One more thing, if you over stimulate me to much, my body won't be able to regulate it. So to much pleasure and to much pain you can weaken me with them." She answered, instantly mentally kicking herself for saying all that.

"That felt good first shot didn't it baby girl?" He asked in a whisper into her left ear, while noting what she said for later.

He started to twist and pull and push the vibrator in and out of her not allowing her time to stretch or even relax.

"Oh my little mouse.. It's not even on yet." He said, blood starts to stream from his open wounds on his face, from the lack of staples as he smiles.

            Unable to stop herself Kya starts moving with his thrusts, as she moans softly. Biting on her bottom lip hard.

"Oh.. My.. Fuck!" She whispered softly, as she looks up at him. The mix of pain and pleasure starting to get to her.

Dabi kisses her letting his blood drip right at the corner of her mouth.

"Don't even think about licking your lips baby girl." He ordered while flicking the switch of the dildo as it starts to ferociously vibrate inside her.

"Oops.. High setting." He says with a laugh, while grabbing one of her tits and pulling at the piercing.

"Kei will be back soon.. And I'm gonna leave my little pet all hot and bothered." He finished while giving it another pull.

             The demon gasped arching her back pushing into the vibrator, panting more while she did her best not to lick her lips.

"O-Ooooooh Fuck!" She whimpered tilting her head back focusing on other things then the pleasure.

Dabi pulls it out with full speed and takes off his shirt and wraps it around the toy, putting it right back to her ass.

"I love hearing you scream little mouse.. I hope you don't mind if I clean you up!" He says again, while shoving the cloth covered vibrator up into the same hole that wasn't fully stretched.

She digs her nails now claws in the palms of her hands. She turns her head and bit her right arm.

"M-Master Fuck Please.. I'm Sorry." She whimpered and panted out.

It has been so long since she had any feeling like this happened to her, that her body was over sensitive.

               He pulls it out at her begging as he laughs.. "Oh sweet heart you look parched.. Could I get you a drink?" He asked, his tone full of sadistic mischief.

Catching on to it Kya looked up at him. "N-No master I'm fine." She answered, her face was a deep red, as she was trying to catch her breath, for once she was telling a small lie.

She was sure he would catch on to it, even in his present state.

He leaves for a minute to grab his bottle of alcohol and returned to her.

"Are you sure little Demon?" He asked, at the change her face got darker again.

Kya also noticed that in his other hand with the mangled present.

He gives the alcohol a good chug before holding it out to her.

Scrapping her tongue on her sharp teeth, and she looked up at him then the bottle and back, a part of her felt like she was going to regret this, "Um yes, master maybe a little please." She whispered.

            At her responce he came closer,

"Sure little mouse.. Anything for my bratty fucking pet!" He growled, putting the neck of the bottle into her ass and starts watching the liquid disappear inside.

"You can have the rest of the bottle, my love." He growled again,  while putting a heated hand on her stomach applying pressure.

Out of all the things that had been done to her, she never had enema done to her.

She gasped, her eyes going wide, at this point and biting her bottom lip really hard making it bleed. Her blood now mixing with his.

"N-Not like that master, I didn't mean I wanted to drink it like that.. OHH FUCK!" She whimpered out, while at the same time pulling on the chains.

           At her words, Dabi grinned from ear to ear, while more blood came from the seam on his face.

Once the bottle was empty he popped it out of her listening to the empty sound of a glass bottle. He then pats her stomach.

"Good girl.. Drank the whole thing. Just don't spill a drop.. That bottle's worth 8 grand." He ordered once more, while he laughed taking a plug from the assortment of toys on the bed, by her left side.

He was waiting to see how long she was going to last.

He massages her stomach nice and slow, and watched her reactions.

She shudders and breaths heavily, digging her claws deeper into her palms, making them bleed.

             "F-Fuck FUCK MMMMMMM FUCK!" Kya exclaimed out trying to pull away from his hands.

Dabi laughs watching her squirm, "I knew I'd find a way to make you squirm." He said getting to eye level between her legs and used his long pierced tongue to lick around her asshole getting the small amount of alcohol left over to remove whatever lubrication could have helped her and pushed in the plug, watching it intently get swallowed and he watches her anal sphincter close in on it.

"He smiles getting up patting her stomach.

"There.. That should keep you warm right?

You know I was planning on letting my pet sleep at my feet tonight, but she was just so bad.. Now.. She will sleep alone."

As if that wasn't bad enough his next words tore at her heart.

"Also little mouse.. You don't get to call me master.. Only the pet I own can do that, so for now you will only call me Dabi." He told her.

               Putting her pleasure aside for a minute she whimpered and squirmed more.

"I still am sorry Dabi sir." She said sadly.

As her vermilion red eyes filled with blood tears.

Dabi ripped apart the remainder of the present and opened it up, like one would open a box of a diamond necklace.

She sees inside an absolutely stunning red and black leather collar.

It was simple yet elegant with enchanting red rubies along the neckline.

One onyx hoop at the back and another onyx hoop at the front.

The front one had a dangling reverse crescent moon, like the one on her contract mark, with her name, "Kya."  Engraved at the front.

Then on the back, saying, "Mine." Engraved with a blue flamed design.

"It's really such a shame to throw it away.." He said in a slightly taunting tone.

She looked away from him, as more of her blood tears fell.

What can I do to make it up to you sir? Please give me one more chance." She asked him sadly.

Deep down she really did want to be his.

This was all new to her. Kya had gone close to 19,000 years without feeling anything, and all in a few meetings, being excepted in the L.o.v from Shiggy. Then being told by Shiggy, she would become Dabi's partner.

She actually found she was truly getting feelings for this man, and it scared the shit out of her.

The demon wouldn't lie yes she liked the bird man to.

But it was this one, it was this man, this human who excepted her for all of what she is, in his own twisted way.

She wanted him the most.

At this realization her face got darker and she couldn't help but whimper a little more while also looking away from him.

"I guess I really do keep breaking rules." She mumbled to herself while still moving.

Dabi looks at her putting away the collar into the bedside table with the other toys.

"You're going to this way and think about what you want.. I've been more then patient with you Kya." He said, using her name rather then a pet name as he usually did.

"First at the bar, then here and then with the god damned bird!" He said with his voice getting louder..

He grabbed a hold of the piercing in her lip and rips it right out of her body.

"This is what he thought up!" He growled, it's been over an hour and Keigo had yet to return.

He takes the and puts it in place of where he was bleeding the most out of his face, while staring down at her.

She fights back a yelp of pain, while her lip bleeds as she wills her body not to heal it like he ordered.

She also tried not to lick up the blood.

When Dabi used her name it had an interesting effect on her. It turned her on but at the same time it scared her more then anything else had.

"Yes Dabi sir." She answered him quietly.

Dabi's eyes run over her body landing on her breasts..

"These too?" He asked so casually, his fingers trailing around her freshly pierced nipples.

Kya got the hint on what he was planning.

Especially after him pulling the one out of her lip.

So taking in a deep breath, "Yes sir." She answered again, while bracing herself and waiting.

He grins at her willingness and places a finger in each ring and rips them out with purpose, both at the same time, again putting them into his face.

She archs her back, giving a loud moan while bleeding more.

She then looked up at him, while her blood tears continue to fall and she took deep breaths.

"That's right baby girl, breath for daddy, you're doing so well taking your punishments..

Are you starting to realize how good you have it with me?" He asked while running the back of his fingers along her face, wiping a way the tears.

He then ran his other hand along her stomach, applying pressure with his palm.

Feeling him doing this made her shudder, and bite her already wounded lip more.

"Y-Yes sir very good." She answered through gritted teeth, while throwing her head back, trying to fight the need to cum from him doing that.

Dabi ran his hands down her body resting them at her hips. While he kissed a trail from her belly button all the way down, "I'll give you one reward. Your choice, would you like me to eat you out, or would you like me to release the plug and let you go wash up?" He asked again, while massaging her stomach, his face was right between her legs, she could feel his breath on her lower lips.

She shivered in pleasure, while she looked down at him.

"A-As much as I would like to feel you eat me sir, I would prefer to have this plug removed, so I could go wash up please."

She answered him, while doing her best to keep her legs still and wide open for him.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, dominantly but alas he kept his word.

He pulled the plug out ever so slowly, without mercy letting her feel her own hole widening as it came out. "MMMMMMMM FUCK MASTER! MASTER PLEASE!" She cries out, arching her back more.

"Let's just hope you make it to the bathroom in time huh? Or you'll have a very terrible mess to clean up. He teased, and laughed as the plug pops out.

He then takes his time undoing her binds and then leaves her there to do what she needs to.

He heads outside on the balcony, and she sees him light a smoke, this time it coming out of the slits from the still opened face wound.

Dabi stood out there waiting For Hawks.

As soon as she is released, she teleports to the bathroom and makes it in time, while a shudder of relief went down her back.

She finished up, and then washed her hands, afterwards she starts the shower.

Making it mostly hot, she gets in and leans her head against the cold tiled wall, and takes a breath as she watched the blood wash down the drain, lost in her own thoughts.

"Never fall in love with humans..

They are food, cattle things to play with and use as a source of entertainment. It was bad enough I fell for an angel, and now I'm falling for a human.

But the question is does he feel the same way for me deep down? Is that why he is acting this way?

Oh Lily I wish you where here so you could help me figure this out.

But most of all the fates are tricky fickle bastards." She mumbled to herself, as she sat down in the shower and closed her eyes.

'Hey Dabi sir, can I heal myself now please?' She asked in his mind.

Staring up at the sky, and taking another long drag from his cigarette he gives a small smile the best he can.

"Yes you can little mouse. You can also call me master or daddy again.

But do any more shit like this you will regret it, understand my pet?" He replied, his deep voice getting deeper as he threatens her.

She just smiled and shivered in pleasure.

'I understand you loud and clear master.' She finished in his mind, while her black mist began to her wounds instantly.

~~~The End~~~

~~~Authors note. Alright I finally brought this to an end. I hope you all enjoy this last part.~~~

#anime and manga #my hero academia #roleplay

[waltnut]

Hey!! Do you have any more lore ideas of the demon bros in their level 3/4 states? Your last post was really interesting!! :)

I do have some that’s kinda dark? Maybe even kind of NSFW-ish? I’m not sure how you’d categorize it but here it is anyway.

I’ve had this idea of when the “heat season” comes around and what is needed to be done to protect MC. This is in no way what I think happens EVERY TIME heat season comes around just an idea that I had in my head for a concept. I’ve read many wonderful Headcanons for the heat seasons for the brothers and they are all way more thought out than this lol.

The idea is that for MC’s protection, it has been tasked to keep the brothers locked up in their room or a specific location until the heat has passed. The scenario is that this is the first time MC has been there for it and Barbatos is explaining to them and showing them what is needed to be done. There are seals in every room to keep them from breaking out, for example. The seals are made for that specific demon and do not affect MC or other demons. Most of them are in Level 4 during this time but will phase into Level 3 to try to manipulate MC into letting their guard down. Each demon is given something to keep the desire at bay. If they stop receiving these things they will go into a rage.

Assume they are in Level 4 unless stated. This is specifically the brothers...Read more below.

Lucifer - Locked in his room

Mc is not allowed even on the same floor as Lucifer during this time. It is said his power and influence can affect a large radius and should you get too close, you will feel unconsciously drawn to him or where he is.

There is a seal on his door to keep him in.

You will hear nothing behind his door, it is as if no one is home.

He stalks around in his room in Level 4, with all his lights off. Ashamed of himself and his lack of control.

If he knows MC is close, or if he can no longer resist, he is able to project illusions of this form throughout the house to Lure MC or scare MC into heading closer to him. You would see these out of the corner of your eye, or red eyes in the shadows of a silhouette of a giant goat man.

Should MC enter his room, the seal does not react to humans and opening the door does not break the seal, MC will be stuck in here until it’s over. Have fun dealing with a scary goat demon in the dark.

Music is needed to keep him calm. If no music is played he will use his illusions more to terrorize others on the outside and become violent if approaching his physical form.

Mammon - Locked away in his room, in a secret cellar type room that is accessible only through his room. It’ll

To get to him, there is a door in the back of his room, that only appears for this season, magic or something. It leads down a spiral staircase where the walls are stone and you come to a large stone room that is lit by conches and it’s filled with gold and treasure and the like. It’s a dragon’s den. And it’s separated by a wall of decorative bars keeping MC on one side and the dragon on the other.

The seal is on the bars and touching the bars would repel him. But MC can touch them and stick a hand through.

He lays on his treasure and gold objects which will stick to his leathery parts on his wings and the underside of his tail and belly.

Nests of treasures, tapestry and fancy rugs are also used as paddings for his nests. There are items from ancient times, which you could only assume he’s had for centuries and his hoard has only grown since then.

If MC enters this chamber he will transform to level 3 and offer his treasures to them. He will also pout and guilt to keep MC there with him.

Treasure is given to him every hour to keep him happy. He transforms back into level 4 in a fit and will destroy his piles of treasures out of anger and upset if they choose to leave him.

If MC chooses to stay, he will dress them in his treasures and make nests for them.

Leviathan - Sealed in his large aquarium tank. Did you think it was built for the fishes?

The only light source comes from the fish tank and TVs. You can see a giant dark mass inside the tank wrapping around everything inside. It has pulsating glowing orange orbs on its form.

There are Tv’s set up in front of the glass. A lot of them. All of them are anime. There are also a lot of plushies floating in the water. To keep him company, Barbatos would say. These objects keep him calm.

If MC approaches he will turn into Level 3 and press himself against the glass with the most sad eyes. He will use words to manipulate MC into feeling guilty for him being alone and to stay there with him and watch all the shows.

If you stay too long in this room you will hear an eerie whale type song in the back of your mind. It seems to make you dizzy and makes you want to stay with him. Maybe you just might jump in the water. Who needs to breathe anyway? He probably has a solution for that.

If MC chooses to leave he will turn back into Level 4 sea monster and wail the saddest deep sea song and slam his huge body against the glass. Hopefully it stays in tact.

Satan - Locked in his room.

A green glowing wall seal separates the door area from the rest of his room. It has a shimmering flame affect but you can see through it.

His room is trashed. Books ripped to shreds, book cases fallen over, small flecks of green flame and ash are scattered on the piles.

He remains in Level 4 even if MC is in the room. And he is not nice. He is mean. He will scream and yell and swear profanities at them, and especially Barbatos since Barbatos will not let Mc go alone. He will say down right terrible things out of anger and frustration.

If MC expresses any type of upset, it’s possible Satan might notice. If he does, he will lower his voice and approach. He will apologize and begin to try to convince Mc to stay with him and read all the books.

If he is refused he will slam on the sealed wall furiously and monstrous screaming continues. His flames in his body are strong and bright.

Books are given to him every half hour as well as audiobooks of plays from every language to keep him calm.

Asmodeus - Sealed in his room, but an altered version of reality.

His room is separated by a clear glass wall with an invisible seal. On the other side there are mirrors everywhere. It’s like a fun house with how they are not in any uniform pattern. Some are cracked and broken.

There is pillows and blankets and a giant bed where there isn’t mirrors.

The mirrors are used to keep his morale low, showing his reflection in his level 4 state causes a depression to keep him from wanting to pursue others, as he is the avatar of Lust and is the most insatiable during this season.

If MC is in the room, he will actually scream and refuse for them to see him. If MC can convince for Asmodeus to show himself, he will come close to the glass barrier and black tear lines would be streaming down his face.

He will show himself in Level 3 to them to convince MC to stay and keep him company. Something about wanting to see them from every angle with all these mirrors?

If refused he will start to break the mirrors around him. The magically repair themselves eventually.

Other demons like succubi/incubi are sent to him to keep his appetite lower. But he will always prefer MC over them.

Beelzebub - Locked in a giant meat freezer storage near the kitchen.

It’s very cold in here, and there are animal carcasses hanging from meat hooks everywhere. Even things you never seen before. It’s a large cold room with tile.

Bars separate you from the monster in the middle of the room. He sits on a pile of meat and flesh, sounds of tearing can be heard. But also the raffling of chains. The bars are not enough to hold him. There are seals on the bars and metal cuffs attached to his wrists and ankles.

Steam can be seen coming off the monster form Beelzebub.

Once MC enters, he will come launch himself towards them but the chains catch him and hold him away. Barbatos will allow MC to throw him some meat but to use a rod to stick it through, like some zoo keeper feeding a lion.

It was said they didn’t start using the chains until one time he broke out and went on a feeding spree. I won’t get into details about that.

He speaks in very few words. “Closer.” Or “Stay.” are usually what he’ll snort at MC. He stares at them, licking his lips. You don’t know if it’s lust or hunger or both.

He doesn’t put up much a fuss if MC leaves, as the food is enough to occupy him.

Food fed to him by the hundreds is needed to keep him from raging.

Belphegor - Locked back up in the attic.

There is a wall of black smoke/fog that hides the rest of the room. It has light flecks off white in them, like stars.

Red eyes stare at you from inside the fog. They disappear and reappear somewhere else.

Barbatos tells you to not touch the smoke. Do not. Ever. Touch the smoke.

Level 3 arms of Belphie can reach out from the smoke to grab you.

His voice is soft and sweet but his words are not. He tells you he is always with you when you sleep. He can see your dreams. He is in them. It’s the way he says these things that are unsettling.

He can disperse the fog enough to show himself to you. He can change the fog to look like space and galaxies to entice MC to want to stay and experience it.

He will guilt trip MC, saying they’re the reason he’s here and they owe him. They need to make it up to him. He can forgive them if they stay.

If he is refused, a wave of tiredness will wash over MC. Barbatos must always accompany them and he is able to take them away before anything happens.

Incense smoke is needed to keep him calm and sedated.

Now you may be thinking...What about Barbatos?? Isn’t he affected by the season?? To that he replies...

“Oh yes, but my constitution is much stronger than the rest.”

Then perhaps you may be wondering about Lord Diavolo. To which he replies...

“It’s best you don’t set foot in the castle. Better yet, just stay in here in the house, where it’s much safer.”

#text post #monster boyfriend #obey me headcanons #long post #obey me

[thewritetofreespeech]

oh oh! those knb headcanons were very nice!! thank you for writing themm can I please have something similar but them being bfs 🥺💖

Sure thing! Sorry in advance if I used the wrong pronouns. It was just easier to us “girlfriend” than be more gender neutral this time.

KnB Boyfriend Type HC

Kuroko

Good boyfriend

Possibly met because #2 ran up to you and yipped at your ankles til you picked him up

Animals can always spot good people

Difficulty in expressing himself fully and how much he cares about you

It’s hard to express how much you like someone if you don’t use your words. But tried really hard to be more vocal

On the flipside, in not being very expressive, Testu-kun is very blunt. As we all know from him roasting people unintentionally

Would be very up front if people went “Awww! Is that your girlfriend~!”….”Yes this is my girlfriend [Y/N].”

No shame. No hesitation in the lad, which throws people off.

Makes a point to have you involved in Serin or GOM activities. Doesn’t want you to feel left out.

Loves to pet your head. Totally gets why people do it to him all the time.

Favorite activity: reading quietly together. Sometimes the same book so you can discuss. Often times separate books just sitting together on the couch.

Akashi

Torn between Akashi wanting someone hyper type A like he is to keep up with him or someone just incredibly sugar sweet.

The boy needs some mothering in his life. Not in a creepy way you pervs!

Want to see him with an adorable ball of sunshine who’s always happy and tries to make him smile

Lots of soft Akashi smile. Gah! My knees!

All free time not dedicated to studying or basketball is dedicated to you

When you have his time, you have it. His attention is only focused on you when you’re together

Respects your need for privacy and alone time if you ask for it.

Weird ultra first world dating problems. “My family is going to our private beach for 2 weeks in the summer. Do you want to come? We fly out Thursday.”

Above is very rare though. Much more prefers “commoner” dating plans like going to the park or window shopping.

Yes I made an Ouran reference in a KnB Headcanon post. Sue me.

Favorite activity: gardening. Likes to watch things grow and create things with his own hands, and you. Finds it extremely peaceful to be out with the flowers on sunny days.

Aomine

I love Aomine to death, and I say this with all the love in the world: he’d be a terrible boyfriend

At first anyway

Really has no concept of others outside of himself at times & is extremely selfish

Also has the emotional capacity of a moody 5-year-old

It will take a lot of work for him to change

And, more importantly, the right person

Any man is willing to change for the right person in their lives

Once he works over some of his hurdles, he can be a really good boyfriend

Extremely protective. Don’t even look at his baby wrong or you’re gonna get molly-whopped on sight

Always proud to show you things. Like a new dunk. Passing grade on one of his assignment. This really big crayfish he found

Praised all his life for basketball, but literally nothing else. Has a super praise kink.

Favorite activity: taking naps and cuddling with you. Very octopus-y with his limbs. Hope you went to the bathroom before you laid down!

Midorima 

Good boyfriend. Maybe tries a little too hard.

Super focused on his studies and planning. But not super good with expressing emotions. Accept annoyance

Also you can’t plan falling in love

Would super try though

Probably reads ever shoujo manga Momoi has to research on how to be a good boyfriend & what girls like. With disastrous results.

Much better boyfriend when he starts being himself

Your superstitious love nerd keeps track of your horoscope as well, to let you know everyday what to look out for

Possibly a ploy just to talk to you everyday

Also checks in to make sure you’re eating properly

Brings you your own lucky item on particularly “ominous” days according to the Oha Asa

Favorite activity: study dates. Likes the quiet, collaborative spirit of you both working and learning together. Also possibly so he can help you; and show you how smart he is.

Kise

You know what this shirt is made out of? Boyfriend material

Probably a line he used on you when you were first going out

Most experienced with dating out of the bunch

Kise is the ultimate cliché, rom-com boyfriend

Some of it is an act. Most of it is genuinely his personality

Love it when he let’s a little of his real personality shine through, and turns the “show” off for a while

Remembers every birthday, holiday, anniversary, and mini-anniversary and makes a celebration out of it

Likes to bring you to his model shoots because “look at how popular I am! be proud of me! also did everyone see how cute my girlfriend is!”

Same with the above if you come to his games

Hella gentleman. You don’t touch a doorknob while Kise is around for the first year of you dating

Favorite activity: dates around the city walking around. Maybe go see a movie. Or split a crepe by some fountain in the park. Real A level cliché stuff.

Murasakibara

Kind of hard dating a 7ft toddler. But you make it work

Murasakibara is really sweet though

He might not get it all the time, but does have a genuine desire to make you happy and be happy with you

Misses you a lot when he’s at school. I feel like I read somewhere that Yosen was an all-boys school, but could find no proof of that. Rolling with it though.

Texts you a lot during the day at school. Mostly to complain that he’s bored or wants to get cake after school

Brings extra snacks for you on outings. If you don’t eat them he will, so win-win.

Would share one single potato chip with you if you asked. Which is a big accomplishment

Would totally give you his beloved hair tie if you need it.

Gets teased a lot by his older siblings when you come over

Like standing in a field of purple headed giants when you’re at his house

Seriously, what are their parents feeding these kids??

Favorite activity: blanket forts and movies night, with lots of snack & fizzy drinks. No scary movies please.

Kagami

Totally not in love with you until the moment he is

And you’re gonna hear about it that moment too

Being wishy-washy with your feelings is the same thing as being afraid. And Kagami Taiga isn’t afraid of anything!

Except dogs. But he’s working on that.

Way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

Make him some food or a bento and he’s yours forever.

Loves it when you come to his practices and games

He gets super fired up

10x more likely to play harder and win when you’re around

Also 10x more likely to break shit because he really is just a big puppy bundle of testosterone and enthusiasm.

Always needs to be near you when you’re around. Whether it’s hugging, holding hands, or standing right beside you, he always wants you to be by his side.

Favorite activity: eating meals together. Particularly at home. Loves when you cook for him, or if you make something together. Likes to sit at the dinner table and talk about each other’s day, what you want to do that weekend, really anything.

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[lucifers-horror-harem]

Can I request headcanons for a poly relationship with Brahms and Vincent Sinclair?

Oh my gODDDDD ANON UR MIND!!! Legit I went OFF with this headcanon post and honesty I’m obsessed with this pairing now. I might even write a smutty one shot regarding this but like fuckkkkkk I hope y’all enjoy this cause i had SO MUCH FUN writing it!

Brahms/Vincent/Reader Poly:

Since Brahms and Vincent are two killers that are based in a specific location and would probably never leave their homes, here are a few specific headcanons for each killer in the other’s home.

Vincent in the Heelshire Manor wouldn't affect him too greatly, other than the nagging feeling of being homesick. Though if he has you by his side, it makes the ache less harsh. For the most part as long as Vincent has a room he can call his workshop he really won't mind. And because the Heelshire mansion is so huge there would be more than enough room for such. 

Brahms would be very against having Vincent in the walls, feeling threatened by his presence, but once he is more used to the three of you being together he might not mind it as much. Actually, Vincent enjoys Brahms' space. He finds the room quite relaxing, though a bit too cramped for his liking. 

Ultimately, both are fine as long as they are given their privacy to work and relax on their own time. 

Brahms in Ambrose would cause the most upheaval. He would glue himself to your side, following you wherever you went as you were the only comfort he had in this strange place. Brahms isn't used to not only being out of the walls but essentially having a whole town to himself to explore. It would be a lot at first, but with yours and Vincent's gentle urging, Brahms would slowly embrace this new change.

He would love the tunnels under Ambrose, allowing him to move to different places in town without needing to walk down the street just in case there were visitors in town. He prefers to slip in and out of places largely unnoticed so less attention is brought to him.

While he does not actively participate in the slaying of visitors in Ambrose for the wax collection, he has been known to attack anyone he deems a threat to you or the Sinclairs. This is his home now and anything that is a threat to that home must be dealt with accordingly (and brutally). Vincent often complains that Brahms ruins the bodies, but understands that Brahms can't control himself when he reaches that point. 

Speaking of the other Sinclair brothers, Bo unsurprisingly hates Brahms. When Brahms first arrived, he was very shy and nervous around Bo, actively afraid of the loud and easily angered brother. Once he realized that Bo was no threat to him, he actively enjoyed "playing" with him. Bo hates it when he uses his childlike voice, but Brahms continues to do it anyways to put Bo on edge. Brahms might also use his stealthy abilities to purposefully scare Bo, appearing out of nowhere and giving him a heart attack and running off before Bo can retaliate. Bo would never admit it openly but Brahms intimidates him simply from his stature and the inability to read him.

Lester was intimidated by Brahms when he first arrived, the man much taller and more muscular than he was. But when Brahms learned about the road kill Lester collects and disposes of, he simply asked if he could take care of the rats as well. Lester did, and the two have no issues with each other, though Lester still feels a slight unease when around the other man. 

Now, for the personality dynamics of the boys.

Brahms and Vincent get along much better than one might initially suspect. The two are utterly territorial men, often with you in the middle of their affections, however they eventually grow to understand each other and how it would be easier to protect you if they were both there. You’re the common denominator that keeps them from fighting each other, and the fact that you dispense love equally between them is an important factor. 

The two will eventually grow to respect each other as well, with Brahms eventually being comforted by Vincent's company if you are unavailable. He will often sit quietly with Jonesy as he watches Vincent work on his sculptures, very rarely interrupting him. Vincent isn't bothered by this presence, and is often comforted if either you, Brahms, or the both of you are in the room with him doing whatever as he sculpts. 

Vincent grows fond of Brahms, feeling protective of him when he becomes distressed and overwhelmed. Growing up with Bo, he has learned how to help diffuse highly volatile situations. Even if he can't speak very well, his gentle reassurances help while he deescalates Brahms’ tantrums. A plus for you, really. 

As the two of them both wear masks to hide their faces, they might reveal themselves sooner rather than later simply because they're in the presence of another person that truly understands what their going through, as well as someone who loves them unconditionally (you, of course). Expect them to take of their masks one night while the three of you are together, the two of them slowly revealing themselves to each other and you. Brahms’ burn scars, and Vincent's scars each on one side of their face, cause them to be moved when they first see each other. They'll have their masks off around you more often after that. 

Now,,, the somft dating headcanons,,, 

Brahms and Vincent are both touch starved individuals so just expect to be giving lots of love to these boys. Just you cuddling with them makes them melt, and if they see you giving attention to one you know the other will grow jealous until you give them some love as well. Brahms is much more clingy than Vincent however, and you'll have to be a bit more firm with him about your space even if he ignores it most of the time. Vincent is a lot more shy so when you give him hugs and kisses he is more likely to freeze up instead of latch onto you like Brahms the Leech Boy would. 

Both spoil you as much as humanly possible, mostly with love and physical affection though they have their own little ways of treating you. Vincent makes you small wax sculptures all the time, enjoying the smile on your face as you look the figure over with adoration. Brahms gets a bit annoyed over this, as he doesn't have much of an artistic hand. But Vincent is happy to give him some wax and either let him mess around with it or teach him some techniques to properly use it. Brahms is so proud once he is able to make you something small, probably a bowl, and he absolutely melts when you squeal in delight at his thoughtful gift. Vincent can't help but feel happy himself too. 

Lots of snuggle piles with the three of you, often with you in the middle. While they don't tend to have a favorite position as long as they get to hold you, they do have a few regular positions. When you read out loud to them, Vincent tends to sit behind you, your back up against his chest, as Brahms is tangled amongst both of your legs as he rests his head on your lap, his arms draped around your middle. Vincent holds the book open for you so both of your hands are free to pet and play with Brahms’ hair, which he thoroughly enjoys. Sometimes Vincent and Brahms will swap places, or one of them will rest their head against your chest as you act as the big spoon. Also expect many blankets and pillows to further complete your nest as well. 

Luckily for Bo, Brahms’ need for structure in the form of the daily chore list will keep you busy cleaning up the living space and making enough food to feed all the men you were caring for now. If Bo has been particularly good, Brahms might tag along with you to the gas station to deliver him lunch after you bring Vincent his. Vincent is usually busy with his art so you give him a kiss on top of his head and leave his food on his work bench, knowing he will get to it once he is hungry. Bo won't dare to lash out too much when he is being fed, especially not when Brahms stands behind you like an imposing bodyguard whenever Bo is nearby. 

Date nights with the two of them are rather unconventional. Most of the time whenever the three of you are together it is considered a date whether or not it is super romantic. Just coexisting in the same space is often enough for the three of you. Vincent is happy enough to show you and Brahms around Ambrose, obviously knowing the best places to relax and get away from the stress the town can bring. He knows exactly where you can see the best sunrises and sunsets too. And Brahms is more than happy to tag along, though if he was in his manor than he would probably have a hard time leaving even with the two of you by his side. 

Expect lots of quiet nights reading, softly talking amongst yourselves, watching old vhs tapes found around town on the small TV, and listening to music. Sometimes Jonesy will keep you all company and get lots of snuggles and belly rubs as well. 

Now onto the headcanons you filthy animals were waiting for. You know. The naughty stuff ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Being the needy man he is, Brahms is probably the first to initiate sexual touching. He is certainly not shy about his desire for you, not even being embarrassed about growing hard around you. Vincent, on the other hand, is too ashamed to initiate contact in the beginning, even if he feels the same way. Most likely he will let Brahms take the lead with you first, enjoying the act of watching you both. You can't get enough of the sight of Vincent sitting in his chair, hand squeezed tightly around his member as he edges himself while watching Brahms grab and explore your body. And with Brahms’ jealous streak he doesn't mind having you first either. 

Slowly, Vincent will find his way into bed with the two of you, probably at your urging. If Brahms is feeling particularly generous, he might be the one to say something. "They’re so soft Vinny, you have to touch them." With some gentle persuasion, Vincent will touch you the way Brahms touches you, making your toes curl and your breath hitch. Brahms watches eagerly, touching you as well and grabbing your hand and holding it over his cock as you pump him until his seed spills over you.

Vincent isn't shy about body worship once he realizes how much you want him. He will kiss and caress every inch of you, pulling out all sorts of noises that you never thought were possible. Brahms looks on in awe, his mouth often following behind Vincent's as he mimics the actions, much to your delight. 

Brahms has a hard time holding himself back around you while Vincent can take an entire night with you, so together they tend to even out. They'll go until you're too exhausted, but usually Brahms will finish first, leaving Vincent all the time in the world with you. That is, until Brahms’ gets hard again and finds his way back into the fray. 

They are both comfortable being switches, not minding if they are on top but if you want to top they will gladly let you spoil them. They both love being ridden, holding you in their arms as you bounce on their cock, until you leave them a shaking mess beneath you. They also enjoy receiving oral from you, and you tend to include both of them in the activity. Sometimes you will jerk the two of them off with your hands, give oral to one and use your hand on the other, or on at least one occasion, have attempted to at the very least lick both of them at the same time. 

As the three of you grow more open and experienced with each other's bodies, you can expect to try taking them both on at least a few occasions. Sometimes one of them will be performing oral or fucking you as you take the other in your mouth. If you happen to be AFAB, expect double penetration to be attempted at least once, though Brahms is a bit too impatient to go through the whole ordeal so it isn't an activity you often engage in. 

Now, Brahms and Vincent both grew up in very strict and sheltered homes, so the thought of being naked in the same room as another man, or sharing the same person with another man in the same bed might cause them trepidation in the beginning of your sexual relationship. Eventually, however, they grow to love each other as much as they love you, though they might show it to each other in a different way. While they might not initiate sex with each other if you aren't around, they will slowly begin to experiment with you in the bedroom. Touching you turns into touching each other as well, and they find that while each other's touch is much different than yours, they enjoy this new feeling. 

In fact, they might have been known to, on occasion, jerk each other off if their needs grow too intense and you aren’t around to provide for them. When you caught them, they were facing each other, pumping each other’s member as Brahms buried his face into Vincent's shoulder. Initially they were wildly embarrassed and thought you would be mad, but you assured them you weren't, your words of encouragement helping them finish. 

Time for kinks!

They both share voyeurism kink, and while Brahms can be a bit annoyed and bratty if he has to sit on the sidelines, both are content to watch the other have their way with you, getting off on just watching. Hell, both of them spy on you on the regular, watching you get dressed or shower before you either notice them in the doorway or they allow themselves in. 

If Vincent is able to get a hold of a camera you know he will be taking pictures of you constantly, with or without you knowing. While it partially adds to his voyeur kink, he enjoys being able to take artistic nudes of you, as well as less artistic ones where you are simply being wrecked by one or the both of them. 

Wax play is a big kink of Vincent's as he enjoys watching your expression as he tips the candle over your skin and watches how the hot wax makes you jolt for a moment before it begins to solidify on your skin. Brahms, however, is not a fan, simply because he finds it tedious as well as being unable to enjoy it himself. Putting hot wax on a hairy man is not a fun time. 

They both enjoy bondage, though Brahms doesn't really know how to properly execute it until meeting Vincent. All three of you have been tied up at one point or another, allowing the other two access to their body. Vincent enjoys the more eloquent knots and ties, creating intricate designs on both you and Brahms. Brahms is a good candidate for being tied up as he gets worked up so easily and this is one of the few ways to help him take his time. The ties that you and Brahms execute on Vincent aren't as beautiful but they do the trick, and he often has a hard time edging himself with the two of you giving him attention. 

Any kinks that you have are eagerly accepted by Vincent and Brahms, as they are always happy to bend over backwards to satiate your needs. Even if it is a little embarrassing, they're willing to try anything at least once with you. 

Ultimately, the open communication and understanding between the three of you help immensely when it comes to taking care of each other's needs. You would all drop everything to satisfy your partners, and they would do the same for you.

#slasher x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #vincent x brahms x reader #vincent sinclair #brahms heelshire #house of wax #the boy 2016

[missblissy]

I don't think I even need to ask but 👀👀👀👀 7 with Alastor. Tyty.

((Hi welcome to the HC where Alastor has a degrading kink of some kind so I wrote this as soon as I got the chance to. And No problem Nonny >w> I hope you enjoy!! Here is the song featured in this fic!!))

Kisses || 7: Passionate kisses || Closed!!

He sat there, fingers on the ivory keys, looking at you as if you were the only person left in this burning hellscape of a world. This was it, the moment of his life he looked forward to most. Nothing else filled him with the desire he had now, as he watched you circle him on this stage. He played the piano, you sang the song. It was as simple as that. Perfection at its finest. The crowd watched, enjoying what little entertainment this hotel had to offer. You took in a breath, eyes only on Alastor. You didn't care about anything else, not the crowd, not the stage. It was only him, this was only for him. He wore only a red shirt, with his sleeves rolled up, exposing the odd nature and truth of his gloves, which weren't gloves at all. There was something sexy about that though, the way the dark colorations bleed like veins up his arms. Alastor even tried his bowtie for a regular tie and he lacked his monocle. You, on the other hand, had a lovely matching red dress, the sleeves hung just off the shoulders, leaving them bare and exposed. Your dress glittered ever so slightly under the spotlight and as you walked slowly, the long side slit shows your slender legs, with black heels. The two of you made quite the handsome pair.

You perked your rosy lips and as you walked by him, you made sure to trail your fingers along his shoulder, to his neck, and along his other shoulder, "Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me. If you kiss me, mister, I might tell my sister. If I tell her, mister, she might tell my mother and my mother, mister, she might tell my father! And my father, mister, he won't be too happy... And he'll have his lawyer to come up from the city and arrest you, mister, so I wouldn't miss me. If you get me, mister, see!"

The piano keys bucked out their notes with each aggressive keynote. He was entrapped in your gaze, sexy and hungry and willing to be misled by you. He narrowed his gaze as you made your way around the piano. Just as before, you traced your fingers along, taking slow long steps with the sway of your hips. But the thing that struck him the most was how you sang in such a low whisper. Of course, it was into an old microphone (Which honestly didn't make it better) but your voice was hushed into a whisper as if it was only for him to hear, despite being on a stage, "Missed me, missed, me now you've got to kiss me, If you kiss me, mister, you must think I'm pretty... If you think so, mister, you must want to fuck me! If you fuck me, mister, it must mean you love me- If you love me, mister, you would never leave me! It's as simple as can be!"

You winked at him and gave a little flip of your hair as the sound of a coin slot in the background matched your body language. And with every new verse, Alastor only played the piano louder, more aggressively. The flicker in his eye and the lust in his red gaze only pushed you furthered on. You circled around him a second time, eventually stopping behind him, you leaned over his shoulder and sang in a soft voice, toying with his emotions, "Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me. If you miss me, mister, why do you keep leaving? If you trick me, mister, I will make you suffer! And they'll get you, mister, put you in the slammer, and forget you, mister! Then you'll miss me, won't you...? Won't you miss me? Won't you miss me? Won't you miss me?"

You draped your arms over him, letting your hands run down the front of his chest, slipping over the silk of his suit. You made sure to lean in and smile while watching his fingers along with the white keys, "Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me. If you kiss me, mister, take responsibility. I'm fragile, mister, just like any girl would be. And so misunderstood! So treat me delicately..."

Quickly you moved away from him and dramatically threw a hand in the air, basking it over your face as if to block out the sun. You did a twirl until you stopped beside the piano and flung yourself over it. The slit up your dress exposed your leg as you lifted it up and crossed it over the other, "Missed me, missed me, now you've gone and done it! Hope you're happy in the county penitentiary! It serves you right for kissing little girls! But I will visit, if you miss me, say you miss me!" You paused then sat up straight and turned your head quickly to face Alastor. Your hair bounced and swished into your face as you put a finger to your lip and asked in an innocent voice, "How's the food they feed you? Do you miss me? Will you... kiss me through the window? Do you miss me, miss me.. ?" You pushed yourself off the piano and walked quickly back to Alastor, standing behind him once again as you let a hand trail down the side of his face. And as if you were really asking it, you sang out your last line, "Will they ever let you go? I miss my mister so."

With the last note from the piano, the curtains swished together, closing you two of from the crowd. With the newfound privacy, you sashayed your way over to him. As he held out his hand, you slipped your fingers across his, down his pam, and latched on to his wrist as he pulled you towards him. Your finger intertwined with his, while his other hand snaked around your waist, resting near your lower back. He held you standing there, one of his knees between your legs. He brought the back of your hand to his lips and gave it a soft kiss, "You love making me out to be the bad guy, don't you?" He flicked his gaze up to you, half-lidded and dark.

"You're horrible," You teased, then smirked as you tilted your head slightly, loose strands of hair falling into your face, "Terrible, utterly disgusting."

Alastor gave your arm a gentle yank but strong enough to swiftly pull you in, "Go on," He took his hand and grabbed your by your chin, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

You took this chance to get closer, only inches from his face, "A degenerate, dumpster fire of a man. A truly wretched soul,"

"Oh you're too kind, my little doe," His gaze tore into you, dark, red, and glowing with passion. He took a long stare letting his eyes travel over your body that so perfectly fit the damn dress, "Anything else?"

"You're awful in every way that I love," You grabbed him by his tie and pulled him as close as he could possibly get, "I hate you, do you love me?"

He pulled in a long deep breath that followed with a low a deep growl of a laugh. It was twisting around in the static of his radio-tinted voice, going as low to make him sound like an animal hiding in the dark. He took the chance to close the space between you and connect your lips. At the same time his arms wrapped around you while his claws dug into your skin.

The prick of his teeth tugging at your lips, enticing you to give in made it hard to resist him. You could feel the smirk off his lips and even the echo of his laughter as you melted into his embrace. You found yourself week, letting a hiccup of a moan slip from your lungs. Alastor made quick work to kiss your even harder, deepening the kiss until he had tasted every part of your mouth. He started to pull away but you wanted more. The weight shifted between you two. You could feel him shift and give way as you crawled into his lap. There was a point there when you thought you both might have tipped off the bench and into the piano. But that never happened, so you curled your arms around Alastor's neck while a pair of fingers tangled into his hair. Shivers traveled down your skin as you felt his fingers drift up your back and tug at the back hems of dress, not too far from where the zipper could be, if only he really meant it and wasn't teasing you instead.

You let out a growl and pulled away quickly. You had to catch your breath, and as you huffed with a dark blush on your face, Alastor looked over your perfect and flustered face. He soaked in the fact that he could make you like this, flushed red cheeks, lust in your eyes, and gasping for air.

He had enough of being here, toying with you behind the curtains of a stage. With one arm around you, he pulled you close and his face was well pressed against your chest. His smile was large and wicked as he used his free hand to snap his fingers. In a cloud of smoke and screens, the two of you had vanished from sight, well into the shadows and far away from any prying eyes to witness what happened next.

#HA #haaaaaaa #man #this is as good as it gets #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hh alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #asks #kissing meme #inbox meme #anon #nonny #sussy #lol #alastor x you #reader insert #f!reader

[momoliee]

It’s probably too early for The Meta No One Asked For That I’m Gonna Write Anyway about XQC, alas…here we go

Dr. Xie Qingcheng, 32, male, straight (so far), 180 cm with only one current family member.

Xqc is introduced as a cold, aloof and apathetic retired doctor who has no passions, cares about nothing except for his sister, and unless he’s angry, you can barely get an emotional response out of him.

Through meatbun’s character notes on how he has no favorite food, no favorite color or animal, no personal preferences outside what’s most practical and how he’s very very responsible and rules abiding and honest and sober and serious, and through he yu’s POV that continuously paints him as this heartless cold blooded person, I dare say we were…deceived by this so far shades of gray picture we had of him.

Xqc was born into a finically stable middle class family consisting of two cops for parents and a younger sister that came into the world 8 years after him. When he turned 13, and his sister was only 5 at that time, his parents were fired from their job due to a case they shouldn’t have been investigating going wrong, and they had to move to a rural area. Not long after that, he witnessed both his parents’ deaths and saw their corpses with his own eyes, the site was bloody and there’s no way it didn’t traumatize a pre-teen like him. He then was tasked with taking care of his sister, becoming a doctor despite not wanting to, owing others favors and spending all his money on smth that’s yet to be revealed instead of enjoying it. He got married, not to a woman he loves but to someone whom he thought of as “suitable and appropriate”, got cheated on and went through a divorce before losing full interest in the marriage life. He was finally able to retire (we don’t know why yet) and live a quiet, normal, boring life.

I believe xqc loved his parents, I believe he loved them so much cause in chapter 20, he mentions how he thought he wouldnt be able to live past the grief, he wouldn’t be able to go on or move forward, how the grief completely overtook him. He also mentions how he used to play with knots and handcuffs when he was a child, which shows how close he was to them. So for a child who had a good stable life with two loving parents to suddenly fall from a class to a class, suddenly lose both parents and see their corpses with his own eyes, that must’ve fucked him up big time. I’m talking “when can I fully register all of this” kind of fucked up. But he didn’t have time to fully absorb all of this, didnt have the time to sit down and cry, he had a sister, she was only 5, where will they get the money from? What were they gonna do? How was he going to continue school while caring for her? He didn’t have the time to sit down and grief, to sit down and adjust. For a child who had a normal life and didn’t have to worry much about the money like every other middle class kid, he was suddenly burdened with poverty AND loss, and duty and responsibility. Good bye to the days of playing with handcuffs and knots huh?

You ask me, why does xqc not have a favorite food? I answer you, because many many nights, he didn’t know what to feed his sister, much less himself. Cause I bet that many nights, he would have to give up his portion for Xie Xue, to make sure a kid like her is full. Cause he couldn’t afford to be picky, couldn’t afford to choose; whatever was edible will be eaten, taste and flavor be damned. He had to start working from a young age, balance school, babysitting and working all at once. The last friend he made (I think) was that Chen Man guy whose parents were friends with his parents, back when they were alive and life was good. He didn’t have time to make friends, or go out, or have a favorite color or visit the zoo and decide on a favorite animal. No, he had to study, and study hard to become more financially stable and support Xie Xue, he had to raise his baby sister and protect her, he had to work or else how will he put food on their table? Yet he never lost his soft kind heart, cause when his sister asked for a laptop, he bought her one just so that she wouldn’t feel less than any of the other children.

Xqc had to SURVIVE, he had to make do with what he had and what he didn’t have. He didn’t have time to sit down and cry or process his trauma, didn’t even have time to think of adolescent love or his youthful days or do what kids his age did. And all of that carried forward into his adult life. He pushed his emotions back so hard and had his practical, business like mind take care of everything in order to make it through the days. He started to believe that passionate emotions such as love and hate and lust and desire were all a waste of time, a distraction from his duties, smth that will rock the delicate balance he created with his everyday busy schedule. Emotions will stunt you, emotions will delay you, crying and not going to work today means no food to feed his hungry sister with. That’s when he started thinking, strong emotions are a DISEASE, they will take up your time, cloud your judgement, have you make reckless decisions that you’ll regret later. And he couldn’t afford any of that right? Strong emotions are for the weak, they put you in crutches and disable you from moving forward. Wasnt that what he told his ex wife? If he had submitted himself to his grief back then, where would his sister be? Where would he be? How could they have grown up to be healthy and successful adults?

So this man taught himself practicality and duty and priorities. He stopped thinking about himself, about what he wants and what he feels, and instead started making sure that those around him are happy and content and safe and well taken care of. He no longer had desires or passions, he only had rules and regulations. If a person lost their sense of taste, would they still want chocolates and burgers? Would they still have cravings and foods they’d rather swallow medicine than eat? No. If so, how will they decide on what to eat every day? They’ll simply start following a “perfect nutritional plan” and “balanced diet”. They’d eat what they have to eat, when they have to eat, and in the exact portion they need. To them eating would be another chore they have to do every day to keep their bodies going. Similarly, with xqc, graduating, working, marrying, taking care of his sister and auntie, these all became “tasks” and “chores” that he had to abide by and follow. They became the dietary plan for his life till he dies, the outline he shall follow, the textbook rules he will carry out, no need to think of what he “wants” or “desires”, what will make him “happy” or bring him “joy”. He no longer listened to his emotions when making decisions. Even when marrying his ex wife, he married her cause she was “a suitable match”, not for her looks or personality or anything. Feelings are life’s taste buds, and once you remove them, everything becomes tasteless and mundane, and practicality/logic takes over. He stopped knowing what it felt like to choose based on your preferences, cause he stopped having the luxury of choice ever since that night when he was 13, and he no longer was able to re-teach himself the meaning of free will and choice.

So when he yu, in chapter 20, asked him how he would’ve acted if Xie Xue had died, and he said, “I would’ve continued living as I am today till my last breath,” he wasn’t being “cold” or “heartless” or “indifferent” as he yu likes to say. He was being practical and methodical and thinking with a logical approach, rather than an emotional one, just the way he taught himself to throughout all these years. His almost 2 decades of pure survival mode and severely repressed feelings spoke in the form of autopilot. “I would do what I have to do, what I’ve always done every day of my life so far cause what choice do I have?” Is what he meant to say.

But I believe that he’s a soft hearted, kind and loving person. He never says no his sister, never says no to his auntie, helped that homeless man as best as he could, taught he yu that he was normal and that he wasn’t a monster, believed in treating his patients with words instead of medicine prescriptions, believed that the mentally ill deserve to live normally instead of being locked up. I believe that underneath all the shit he has buried, there’s a lot of passion and love that’s been kept dormant for 19 years.

In conclusion, idk where meatbun is gonna take his character but I genuinely hope he gets to heal, and start having more color and flavor in his life. Start allowing himself to live, not just survive.

#case file compendium #xie qingcheng #bing an ben #meatbun doesn’t eat meat #cfc #bab #meatbun

[ymiwritesstuff]

Hi! May i request a fic or a headcanon for DIO in wich the reader is living near his mansion in Egypt and she starts to give petshop pieces of meat that the reader buys for her cat and after some time she just comes there to watch the falcon. When DIO notices her just sitting on a sidewalk talking to petshop while feeding him, he gets curious about her and thinks to himself that he could find out more about who she is (because if petshop isnt clawing her eyes out she must have intrigued him) as an activity to pass time while he's still adjusting to his new body and in the end he ends up liking the reader?

Sorry that this is so long😅 hope you safe and healthy 🥰

And thank you💞

Heyy thanks so much for the request, I’m incredibly sorry that this took so long :( I really loved the idea and I hope the finished product is to your liking, wishing you the best!!

Desire For Knowledge

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

Dio x Female!Reader

Summary: The strange behavior of Pet Shop leaves Dio desiring to learn more about the person who the falcon had allowed to interact with him.

A soft smile pulls the corners of your lips upwards as the falcon takes the piece of meat from between your fingers as gently as a bird of prey ever could. To think that something as threatening as a falcon, would be so tame, as if he belonged to someone who called him their pet. It had been a similar day to this one when you first came across the falcon. The sun was about to set and he had been standing atop of a gate, guarding an impressive-looking mansion, which you assumed belonged to his owner. You couldn’t help but admire the bird, the way he valiantly protected his home, and just how majestic he looked, the sun shining on his brown feathers.

Over time you found yourself staying near the mansion, just so you could admire him further. It took a few days for you to get comfortable feeding him, but he eventually noticed the bag of meat you often bought for your cat and seemingly wanted a piece for himself. Since then, your visits had become more frequent and your curiosity about the falcon and his owner you never saw grew by the day.

Your eyes looked at the mansion, as they often did, your thoughts wandering. What kind of a person lived in such an expensive structure? The windows were covered with thick curtains that didn’t allow any sunlight through them. Never had you seen these curtains move away from the windows, nor had you seen anyone leave or enter the building. This made you wonder if it was abandoned, but then why would it be so fearlessly protected by a potentially dangerous animal? All this made little sense to you, yet you found yourself drawn to it.

Dio had noticed you feeding Pet Shop on multiple occasions, whether it was through a careful peek behind the curtains during daytime, or a look through the exposed windows at night. The fact that the ruthless falcon had not eliminated or shown any signs of hostility towards you despite the fact that you were dangerously close to his hiding place was something he couldn’t quite understand and led him to believe that Pet Shop didn’t see you as a threat for some unknown reason. This was strange and yet, it awakened a strange sense of intrigue in him. What caused Pet Shop to behave so differently with you?

A quiet caw from the bird snaps you out of your thoughts and makes you look at him. The day had gone by a lot faster than you anticipated. This often happened when you interacted with him and was a sign that it was time to head back home. You stood up and wiped the dust from the ground off your pants, before turning your gaze towards the animal once again. 

“See you around, I have to get back home and save some of these for my cat,” you said, lifting the bag of food slightly.

The falcon glanced at it briefly before flying back to its post. You smiled once more before heading towards your home as the sun finally disappeared, oblivious to a pair of sharp eyes watching with curiosity as you left the mansion behind.

His desire to know more about you grew the more he saw you looking or feeding the bird. It somewhat plagued him, yet he saw it as an opportunity to pass his time while he adjusted to his new body he so often admired through the mirror. Something about the way you gazed at Pet Shop with admiration in your (E/C) eyes made Dio wonder if you held something special within you. Were you a stand user? Or was the warmth in your expression that felt so alluring to him something else entirely?

Whatever the case, due to everything he had witnessed, he craved knowledge.

~

The sun had long set, coating the streets of Egypt in darkness. Today’s shift had been long, but you still wished to go past the familiar mansion to hopefully catch a glimpse of the beautiful falcon you had befriended. Even watching him brings you joy, though you aren’t sure yourself why he is so friendly with you. Perhaps you have a way with animals, considering how often your cat would snuggle up next to you. The thought makes you smile as you walk.

As the building comes into view your eyes immediately search for the bird and once they spot him, a smile makes its way to your face. With his sharp eyes, the bird notices you and immediately flies towards you, landing on the ground. You squat down to get a better look at him. 

“Hi there handsome."

Your voice is soft as you admire him, noticing how he is looking at you as if he is expecting something. You frown slightly. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any food on me this time. But I promise to bring you some tomorrow.”

To your surprise, he takes off and flies towards... a person standing in front of the entrance to the mansion. The bird lands on his large arm, his sharp talons holding on with the utmost carefulness. You immediately stand up, realizing that the man must be the owner of both the mansion and the falcon. His amber eyes look at the animal and then you before he speaks: 

“Quite interesting. Pet Shop usually isn’t too fond of humans.” The blond takes a few steps forward, allowing you to see him more clearly in all his glory; His light hair shines under the moon, his sculpted muscles frame him perfectly and his fiery amber eyes look into yours with such fire, you are not sure if they belong to a human.

“No need to apologize, dear. He is a lot smarter than he looks, though, I’m sure a sharp woman like yourself already figured it out,” He says, voice deep and fruity, accompanied by a smirk that stretches his lips upward that immediately makes your cheeks fill with warmth you failed to notice. “What is your name, my darling?” He asks.

“O-oh, I was just looking at him. He is just... Such a beautiful falcon.” You briefly glance at the bird before returning your gaze to the man who holds an intense yet warm flame in his own eyes. Their sharpness remind you of the falcon’s own eyes.

“I’ve never seen anything like him. Sorry if I’ve been trouble, I know I’m kind of taking him away from his protection duties.”

You bring your hand to the back of your neck sheepishly, laughing slightly but feeling a tad anxious about the owner’s expression you cannot quite read.

“I’m (Name). I live nearby.”

A smile of your own coats your features as you introduce yourself to the person you had been curious about for a long time. 

“Ah yes, that would explain why you are here so often.” His smirk grew as he noticed your eyes widening. 

“You’ve seen me?”

“I suppose so. Tell me, Mr-”

Pet Shop then left his arm and flew back to his post, leaving you with this unknown yet strangely alluring man. 

“I have indeed. I must say that a beauty such as yourself is rather difficult to ignore.”

His honeyed words are followed by a deep chuckle, his amber eyes locked onto you. You are taken aback by his words, but maintain your smile and let out a small laugh as well.

“Dio. There is no need for formalities or titles,” he says, keeping that charming tone in his voice. His demeanor is intriguing and you are not sure what you were expecting from the lord of the impressive mansion, but this was certainly... Something. 

“It’s very lovely to finally meet you, Dio.” You find yourself subconsciously taking a few steps closer to him, as if something about him is slowly pulling you in. 

With one final chuckle, he extended his hand towards you, his claws not going unnoticed by you as he spoke:

“Likewise, dear.”

His charming smirk is more and more apparent the more you look at him. Dio also notes just how stunning you look under the moonlight, how your pleasant smile decorates your features perfectly, and how your (E/C) orbs shine like gems. His curiosity has reached new heights as you seem to be far more than he expected. He now felt the same way as his falcon had and realized why you had interested Pet Shop so.

“Wonderful. There is a lot I wish to ask of you.”

“I would like to learn more about you, (Name). Would you join me for a glass of wine?” You looked at him, processing his question that came rather out of the blue.

The night was still young, and you would be lying if you said that this seemingly otherworldly man hadn’t piqued your interest. With yet another warm smile that strangely hits Dio, you accept his request and place your hand in the palm of his cold one:

“I’d love to.”

His grin grew at this as he slowly led you inside, leaving behind the darkness of the night he lived in.

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[magalidragon]

solitude | a when the sun sets in the east drabble

Hahaha here it is @youwerenevermine and also @aenarsnow since his naughty drabbles inspired the ask for #22. “You can scream if you want.” Enjoy!

“Fascinating,” she murmured, observing the white stone etchings on the dark wall in front of her, lifting her torch higher to get a better look at the drawings the Children of the Forest had done ages before. Her fingers lightly touched the marks, glancing sideways to her husband, who was watching her, eyes hooded and dark. She arched her brow. “I would have wondered if you’d done these, if you had not already gone and fought them.”

He smiled, the barest ghost of it, and reached for her hand, guiding the torch further, to point out some more of the drawings he’d discovered in his island wanderings. “See these?” he asked, showing her more. “Look at that.”

To her surprise, there was a drawing of a beast with wings, with lines coming from its mouth. “Dragons,” she breathed; her lips pulling to a smile. “They must have flown from Valyria over this way…wild dragons.” The idea of it was so foreign. She turned the torch towards the cave, peering deeper inside of it, at the shiny dragonglass that remained, although most of it had been taken to make weapons for the Northerners to use to fight the Others.

She had seen them herself, briefly, when she’d ventured North just once, to confirm what her husband told her. She wanted to see them for her own eyes and she had. Evil, terrible magical beings. They were gone now; the North was safe. She had another war to fight on the southern front now, against Cersei.

“What is back there, do you think?” she wondered. She knew of the hot springs, the volcano that gave Dragonstone its constant fog and mist, the vague sulfuric and ashy smell, and its soft black sand. In her dreams she heard the dragons of old crying out. She wanted to find them. Their skeletons or their eggs, maybe.

“Animals maybe. Come.” He offered his hand, and she took it, noting to explore later. The torchlight bounced off the shimmery cave walls, damp and chilled, but she was warm. Not just from the fire on their torches, but from being in his presence after so long without him. She leaned against his arm, their fingers clutching tight.

They emerged from the cave, to see the sun peeking from behind fading storm clouds, the three dragons wheeling in the sky, elated to be together again. They had not stopped crying out, no doubt Drogon and Viserion telling Rhaegal all that he had missed, and Rhaegal sharing his experiences in the North, fighting Others and burning down Boltons. The stories Jon had told her, of the faces on the Northmen, when he had returned, she wished she could see it. She wanted to see the faces of his enemies when they caught sight of him atop Rhaegal, flying into battle.

Her lips twitched, her skin warming further beneath her black coat dress. It was the most clothing she’d worn in his presence and even beside her, she noted how comfortable he was now in his Northern gambeson, quilted tunic, and thick woolen trousers. “Will you ever wear your Dothraki clothing again?” she mused, walking along with him towards the water’s edge.

“I imagine I will, in Essos. It is a bit too cold here for that.” He smirked. “Or would you have me freeze my stones off?”

Her hand shot down between his legs, grasping the stones in question, as best as she could with all the clothing between them. He gasped, his eyes blackening, and she tossed the torch into the sand at their side. Hands free completely, she murmured, moving them up towards his belt. “No, I would never want that, a travesty it would be. I quite like your stones.” She rubbed her mouth over his, purring. “I like your cock a bit more.”

His breath was hot, mingling with hers, opening his mouth wider over hers, his tongue slipping free to touch hers, the kiss filthy, sloppy. He groaned, her fingers diving between the gambeson and tunic folds, slipping into the breeches. He was hard as steel already, thick, and she moaned into him, giving him a few pumps in her small hand, her fingers slipping over the length and running her thumb over the tip, wishing it was in her mouth. Or cunt, that would be nice too.

He whined, when she flicked her tongue against his, mimicking the motions of her thumb on him. He grappled for her wrist, squeezing gently, warning. “Dany, no, not like this.”

“Please,” she whispered, eyes flicking up to him, her brows arching. “It’s been so long…I need you Jon.”

“Here?”

“Here,” she confirmed. It was secluded; no one would find them. She turned them around, pushing towards the crevices the large, jagged rocks created on the shoreline, spinning and hopping backwards onto one of them, leaning backwards and allowing her legs to fall open, her hand still inside of his trousers, refusing to let go, literally leading him by the cock. “Jon please, I’m fine…it’s been enough time.”

They were normally so exhausted, the last month and a half with their beautiful baby girl rather challenging, but she would never give it up. They were learning to be a family, balancing need for sleep and feeding a newborn with ruling and battle plans. Most evenings she fell asleep before she could say good night, grateful to be in his arms again.

It was just of late she found her fingers wandering over her belly, skimming over her small clothes, late at night as he slept beside her. The war council meetings found her staring at him longer than considered appropriate, her throat parched and her body quivering, wishing she were the wooden figurine he was fiddling with while Tyrion droned.

She needed him, she thought, desperately pulling the leather ties at his neck, loosening the tunic, her skin itching, wanting to touch him, press to him and indent his heart on hers again. “Jon,” she panted, their kisses furious, her legs rising to cradle his pelvis to hers, bringing his length ever closer to her cunt. it pulsed for him, aching, empty. Her fingers tore at his trouser ties. “Hurry.”

He nodded, understanding, and his hands ripping the clasps on her coat apart. The cold wind from the sea stung her blazing skin through the thin material if her underdress. He tweaked her nipples through the materia, lips dropping from hers to wrap around the protruding tips, mouthing them through the material.

Her breasts ached, had been for months now, and she tossed her head against the flat rock ebjnd her, sobbing. “Jon, careful, no…”

Understanding, he pushed up her dress, groaning frustratedly when he found her leather leggings. “Dany,” he warned, his voice thin, barely in control. It was how she wanted him, her Khal Verro, losing himself.

Especially if he was losing himself in her.

She silenced any further hesitation from him in a searing kiss, one that shot adrenaline straight down her spine to her cunt, jerking her hips towards his. He got the point and with a loud grunt, tore down the front seam of her leggings.

It lit the fire already stoking in her and she released a desperate cry, echoed by the dragons above, finally freeing his cock from the many clothing layers. “I hate these clothes,” she complained, about to say something else about them, but then he slipped one long finger between her slit, another joining and she choked, trying to silence a cry in his shoulder.

“You can scream if you want,” he husked, rasping an amused chuckle. “It’s not like you’ve ever stayed quiet before.”

She screamed; a release from deep inside her belly, coiling out of her in the same high pitched cries of her sons flying above. It had been months in the making, missing him, needing him, and worrying if she would ever see him again.

He worked his fingers furiously inside of her; there would be time later for slow teasing, right now she wanted that fiery explosion and he knew it. He coaxed her with breathless whispers, asking her if she wanted more, knowing she could give him everything so why was she holding back? She groaned, one hand trying to clutch the smooth rock under her and the other scraping the back of his neck, latching him against her mouth.

“What do you want?” he asked. “Tell me.”

“Your mouth,” she begged. She laughed and cried out when he pulled his fingers free if her clenching cunt, the emptiness ringing hollow. She did not have long to fret, because he replaced them with his tongue, falling to his knees in the sand, one hand pushing her thigh up to give him greater access, the other returning to slipping along her folds, his thumb roughly circling her clit.

Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, each gasping breath exhaling as a cry. She forced her eyelids open to gaze down at him, his dark head working furiously between her thighs. She lightly pulled on the knotted bun, tilting his head enough so she could meet his eyes. He smiled against her, tongue not stopping, and she shook her head, anxiously crying out. “Now Jon, please, now!”

He tore away, beard damp from her desire, which slipped down her cunt and into her arse cheeks. She pressed her thighs together to keep the pressure going, nodding furiously when he arched his brow to ask if she was sure. Her hands tore at his trousers, returning to his cock and he pushed the waist down enough over his slim hips to free himself.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, head slamming against the rock behind her, the cold jaggedness scraping against her coat, snagging at her dress. He slid his cock through her folds, gathering wetness, and the fat head of it bumping her swollen clit. He chuckled into her neck, finding her hand and squeezing. He knew exactly what he was doing, the bloody tease. “Jon fuck me,” she begged. The heat and pressure built inside her to dangerous levels, threatening to explode. When she did, she wanted him with her.

His hesitation was obvious, his kisses bruising, but his shoulders tensing. Her palm curved on his jaw, her hips rotating up to slide along his length, eliciting a soft groan from him. Whispering, she met his gaze, his pupils wide and drowning the gray. She smiled, lips curving up at the same time she lifted her brows. “You won’t hurt me.”

The only time it had ever hurt to be with him was when he was gone. That had been a necessary pain, one she hoped they would never have to endure again. She lifted against him again, crying out at the tortuous, pleasurable pain. Her cunt pulsed, her muscles quivering, anticipating.

He slammed his mouth on hers, tongue spearing between her teeth to gapple with hers and he grunted at the effort, swallowing her scream when he hooked her knee over his elbow, grasped her thigh, and punched his hips into hers, the force of his thrust so strong it pushed her up on the rock face and tore her leggings further, her free leg flying to the side and knee almost banging her shoulder.

She screamed, Valyrian curses, encouragement and his name. Jon, Jon, Jon, a prayer and a chant, with every thrust of his body into hers. It was tight, his cock splitting her, dragging in and out of her body, her cunt grasping him, refusing to make it easy. The initial pain she’d felt at his first entry eased quickly. It was incredible, she thought, delirious.

She held his face and clutched at his hip, digging her nails into his arse, his muscles bunching and flexing in exertion. “<I> Issa darys, issa zokla,</I>” she sobbed. My king. My wolf.

It took them like the waves crashing to the shore feet away from them. The pleasure in her belly, that pressure finally exploded out, the fire coiling through her and she screamed, body arching into him, squeezing him, and she refused to let go. He was with her again. In the closest possible way, their hearts and bodies finally one again.

He shouted her name, coming not long after her, encouraged by her body still quivering around him, his cock twitching inside of her, filling her with his release. Her eyes fluttered shut, face pressed to his neck, tongue lapping a drop of sweat from his pulse. Her fingers tangled in his hair. She missed this the most.

The way he wouldn’t pull out of her immediately, the way he would always run his hands over her thighs and calves, soothing any roughness he thought he’d exhibited. How he would murmur how he loved her into her shoulder. Sometimes drop his head to her heart. Would tangle his fingers in her braids. Brush his lips over her temple.

And he did just that, his lips nudging near her ear. “I love you,” he breathed.

She nodded, sniffling the tears trickling along her cheeks. “I love you too. I missed you.”

“I’m back, I’m not leaving,” he whispered. He kissed her gently, still holding her legs and pulled free. Her thighs were damp, her body aching pleasurably. There was a tear in her coat from the rock and her leggings were useless.

They took a look at each other, when her boots hit the sand and laughed, the situation absurd. He adjusted his trousers and searched for his belt. “The lengths we go to for privacy,” he chuckled, picking up his sandy, water logged belt from the ground.

She snorted. “I fear it may get worse, we have a newborn. The Dothraki midwives always teased each other of finding time for oneself.” Except she also missed her baby and it had been about an hour. She wanted to get back to the castle urgently.

Jon used his dagger to remove the rest of her leggings and she tossed them towards some of the rocks, for some animal’s use in their den. “What will you say?” he wondered, lifting his gambeson from the sand, brushing it off.

She glanced at her bare legs. When she dropped her dress and her coat, you could not tell. She smirked. “I am the queen. No one will say such things. We were on a walk, enjoying some private time and exploring the island.”

He shrugged and offered his hand. She took it and they shared another gentle kiss, emerging from the rocks and walking back towards the castle. He glanced down at her, brow wrinkling. “Are you sure you are alright? I was…”

“Stop it Jon, you can never be too rough with me.” She snapped her teeth, teasing. “I am a dragon.”

“And so am I,” he replied with a hard kiss.

Ghost joined them near the castle, from where he had been keeping watch along the edges of the small beach. They went up the stairs, several minutes later arriving in their chambers, where Missandei was rocking little Lyella.

She immediately took her daughter into her arms, gazing lovingly after her precious child. Her miracle, she thought, kissing the pale nose, which wrinkled from her touch, a small grunt escaping at being woken early. “My darling,” she cooed in Valyrian. “Muna is here.”

Missandei smiled enigmatically, propping her chin in her palm. “Did you enjoy yourselves on your ah…walk, Your Graces?”

There was something in how she stressed the word walk that alerted Dany. She frowned, drawling. “Yes it was…exhilarating.”

Her best friend smiled again, brows arching. “Did you ah…do much?”

“Many things,” Dany murmured, smirking at her friend, who knew what she meant and nodded. They could chat later. Jon would be mortified. she cleared her throat. “Where are the advisers?”

Unable to keep his hands to himself, Jon took his daughter from her and beamed, cradling her close and walking off towards the overlook on the edge of the room, to point out the dragons.

Missandei smiled again. “They were waiting for you in the Chamber of the Painted Table but there’s a very curious thing…it seems the way the rocks are here that depending on where you are near the beach, the wind carries all manner of sounds.”

Her eyes widened, blood chilling. “Ah…really?”

“Mmmm. Qhono suggested they all take the evening off.” She laughed, in spite of herself. “Said that it was something of a Dothraki tradition. Some time after a baby is born for the parents to ah…return to certain activities.”

She was not aware of such a tradition but suspected Qhono had just wanted to embarrass the prudish Westerosi. Her cheeks paled at the idea that her advisers might have heard what went on down at the rocks. “Oh, well…”

“Lady Olenna said that you were quite lucky Your Grace. That a woman should long to have a husband who makes such sounds come from a woman’s lips.” Missandei stood and chuckled again, murmuring. “I think she plans to ask you later.”

Dany laughed. Or course. “Well…” she licked her lips, watching Jon with their daughter and her heart leaped further in her chest, near to her throat, choking her. “She can ask but it’s really very simple.”

“Oh?”

“Hmm.” She shrugged. “I love him. He loves me.”

Missandei squeezed her hand, quiet. “I am glad His Grace, Khal Verro is back. It seems right.”

She nodded and breathed out slowly through her lips, watching the man who could tear out hearts from his enemies sway back and forth in the archway, the sun set surrounding him in relief, and coo lovingly to the baby in his arms. “Yea,” she agreed. “It’s all right again.”

And she went to join him, because for all the time alone with him she could have now, she wanted the time now with him and their beloved Princess.

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For the spooky prompts, "Violent Thunderstorms" for Fivan perhaps? 😳

Anonymous asked: Heyyy 2 Vampire for fivan (how to ask for the chapter 2 witout asking for chap 2)

Anonymous asked: Fivan and #2 🧛‍♂️🧛‍♂️

Very well, I see what the people want, and that is a sequel to this one-shot. I have thus combined these prompts for reasons.

Fedyor spends the next fortnight attempting – with notably indifferent success – not to think about Ivan Sakharov. The Conclave was less than pleased to hear that Fedyor came back empty-handed, having not even secured a promise for Ivan and the rest of the Black Hand to leave off their mischief-making, and in fact has empowered them in their belief that there is nothing the law can do to them. Considering the earful that Fedyor got on that accord, he saw nothing to be gained from mentioning that not only did Ivan blow him off completely, he did it after he had fed on him. It’s entirely possible that Ivan accessed sensitive thoughts, memories, or plans, any scrap of useful intelligence that Fedyor did not carefully hide away in his mind before that too-distracting bite. In short, he has comprehensively botched the entire situation, the Conclave is well within their rights to be very angry with him, and to demonstrate the extent of their displeasure, they have temporarily revoked Fedyor’s right to enter their territory and feed on their drones – willing humans kept for the purpose, who are hoping to be selected for the transformation in exchange for their service. That means if Fedyor wants to eat, he has to go out and hunt an animal, or bamboozle and beguile an unwitting passerby to let him chomp on their neck. Truly, being a vampire can be such a terrible drag.

Fedyor figures that if he keeps his head down, meekly accepts his punishment, and doesn’t make any trouble, the Conclave will get over their anger and reinstate him sooner rather than later. It’s not like he has many other options. If he wants to stay in Belgrade, he will remain in their good graces, and he has no desire to get mixed up with the Black Hand. The rumor is that they were founded by the Black Heretic himself, who has remained out of sight for many decades but is now said to be active again, and the Black Heretic is the scion of the Conclave’s greatest enemy, the vampire that all other vampires fear. Absolutely no good can come of throwing one’s lot in with that crowd, and Fedyor wonders if he is going to have to find a new home. If a stupid supernatural war blows up this city, he’s out.

Most of the fortnight passes without incident, but the flaw in the plan is the unfortunate fact that Fedyor is very hungry. He’s still a young enough vampire that he can’t go two weeks without feeding, and he really hates the messy business of corralling an unwitting human. Besides, the Conclave’s headquarters and chief place of business are on Knez Mihailova Ulica, the most fashionable downtown district right in the middle of Belgrade, and what with Fedyor’s current banishment from the premises, he can’t go there anyway. Hunting it has to be.

Fedyor waits until it is dark, a soft summer rain pattering on the steep-roofed eaves and glowing streetlamps, and then, having changed into clothing more suitable for getting a lot of bloodstains, he slips out. He moves silently in the shadows, past the well-dressed gentlemen and evening-gowned ladies out at the ball or the opera or the latest society supper-party, and escapes the precincts of Belgrade proper for the low green hills that surround it. This is on the Sava side of the river confluence, to the west, and once Fedyor is out of the city, the trees close in thickly. They are only broken by the occasional tiny village: small churches with square steeples and double-branched Orthodox crosses, red-tiled cottages crowded together along narrow dirt lanes, a lantern burning here and there to keep the monsters away. Fedyor can hear human voices, sense the shadows of people moving around behind the shutters, and it gives him a pang. No wonder he is clinging so closely to the prospect of timely reinstatement to the Conclave. Without them, he would truly be entirely alone.

The rain starts to come down harder as Fedyor climbs through the thick green underbrush, and by the time he reaches the top of the hill, it is slicing into his face with a vehemence that even a vampire finds intensely disagreeable. Squinting and swearing under his breath, Fedyor shields his eyes and takes a deep whiff, searching for the scent of a prey animal. He could always hop a fence and grab a cow, but cows can kick surprisingly hard, a poor farmer doesn’t need the hassle of his one beast of burden keeling over, and maybe it is just the city-boy aesthete in Fedyor, but crouching in a muddy farmyard, doing your damndest not to get murdered by a large and angry bovine while you valiantly attempt to suck its blood, is just fucking terrible. There’s nothing to recommend it. Now that he’s out of the fledgling bloodlust, Fedyor has no intention of ever going back.

Thunder booms overhead, making him jump, and a jagged spear of lightning sears the horizon from sky to ground. A tree not that far away lights up in blinding white, and a scorched scent of ozone drifts through the pounding rain. Fedyor flinches, as he has no desire to be set on fire, and decides that either he raids a farm or he heads back home and waits for better weather. But he can catch another scent just ahead, and he’s hungry enough to risk it. He breaks into a run, almost loses his footing, dodges around an enormous dripping tree, and spots a thin crescent of lights high on the bluff ahead. Wait, is that a house? Some Serbian royal bureaucrat’s elegant country retreat, or – something else? Fedyor doesn’t recall that he has seen it before, although he has not spent much time out here alone. That, or –

He has only a split second of warning, his supernatural senses screaming at him to get the fuck out of here right now, before he realizes two things at once: first, that the scent is very definitely hostile, and second, that something is dive-bombing directly toward him, on the strength of a ferocious leap that is remarkable even for a vampire. The next second, it – he – hits Fedyor like a ton of bricks, and they go crashing down the slope, kicking and thrashing and biting at each other in a flurry of blows too fast for a human eye to see. Another enormous clap of thunder rattles Fedyor’s fangs in his head, he slams down on his back hard enough to break his bones if he was human, and then, in the flash of the succeeding lightning bolt, his eyes confirm what his nose has already told him. Of all the stupid, stupid things, he appears to have unwittingly trespassed onto Black Hand territory and tried to hunt their game, and the angry supernatural soldier determined to beat the unholy tarnation out of him is therefore none other than the one and only –

“Stop!” Fedyor wheezes, although he has no idea why he expects it to make any difference. “It’s me! Fedyor Kaminsky! From Terazije!”

The rain stings his eyes hard enough to make him grimace, just as a third incandescent bolt of lightning rattles across the sky. From what Fedyor can see, which is not very much, Ivan looks almost as startled as he feels. They remain staring at each other, their faces barely an inch apart, Ivan’s fangs bared in a way that it is really not the time to find disturbingly attractive. Then Ivan springs off and barks, “What the fuck are you doing out here, Conclave whore?”

“Sorry.” Fedyor sits up. His dark hair is plastered to his head and getting in his eyes, there is mud all over his clothes, and even for an immortal who technically does not need to breathe, he is winded. Ivan, to nobody’s surprise, really packs a punch. “I was just… hungry.”

“You have your own arrangements.” Ivan eyes him suspiciously, arms folded, rainwater running down that magnificently disdainful Slavic nose as if from a statue in the public square. “If anyone besides me had caught you out here, you would be dead.”

Well, that is (not) encouraging. It does, however, point out the fact that Ivan has already had the chance to murder him and held back, and Fedyor is not about to speculate on why exactly that might be. It’s not a good idea, but he’s wet, hungry, has just had to unexpectedly fight like the dickens, and irritated at Ivan for being the one who got him into this mess in the first place. “The Conclave demanded that I return their visiting card,” he says shortly. “I’m not allowed to feed on their drones for some unspecified length of time – which is, I might add, entirely thanks to you.”

“What? Why is that my fault?”

“In case you’ve forgotten our last meeting,” Fedyor snaps, “it was at the Golden Cross, on the Lumière brothers’ film night. I relayed the Conclave’s warning to stop your illegal behavior and associations, and you completely ignored it. As a result – ”

“What, they cut off your feeding access?” Ivan interrupts. He looks utterly incredulous. “That’s charitable of them. A good way to build loyalty among your people. Besides, what the fuck did they expect? That you would walk up and ask me nicely, and that would solve it?”

He does, Fedyor has to loathingly admit, have a point. The best he can muster is, “The Conclave is accustomed to being obeyed.”

Ivan eyes him up, with an expression on his face as if that riposte is so pathetic, he isn’t going to dignify it with the effort of a reply. He is poised on edge, as if he doesn’t consider this matter to be entirely settled by the previous bout of violence, and Fedyor is equally tense. He very much does not want to scuffle with a Black Hand hardman who looks like that and fights like that, especially in the throes of encroaching frenzy, and the attendant loss of control. His fangs dig into his lower lip, seeking out the nearest blood – his own – and Fedyor clenches his fists. “Do you have an animal I can borrow?” he asks, as politely as he can. “I’ll – pay for it.”

Ivan surveys him up and down, dripping like an undead drowned rat and otherwise looking as miserable as Fedyor generally tries not to look (after all, presentation is everything). Then he jerks up an impatient fist. “Follow me.”

Fedyor is unsure what this might entail, but shamefully – whether it is due to his increasingly desperate hunger, or something else – he is not altogether opposed to it. He trails after Ivan, trying not to slip in the wet grass or fixate on Ivan’s scent; he will just get another smackdown for his trouble, like a horse flicking aside a fly, and he is not in the mood for it. After a climb of a few minutes, they reach the top of the hill and cross a deserted lawn to a manor house, scattered lights flickering in steep gables and pointed turrets. It is otherwise entirely dark, even to Fedyor’s vampire senses, as Ivan unlatches the heavy front door and drags it open with a screech. “In.”

Well aware that this is an even stupider idea than the polite request to knock it off – he is putting himself voluntarily in the power of a Black Hand operative, on enemy territory, where nobody knows where he is or what Ivan intends to do with him. If Fedyor’s drained corpse turns up floating in the Danube tomorrow, a warning to the Conclave never to interfere in their business again, he can’t say that he didn’t expect it. He hesitates at the threshold a moment longer, and then, given permission – it’s not essential, but it does help – steps inside.

The hall looks almost exactly as you would expect a secret vampire mansion to look: dusty suits of armor, glowering paintings, a sweeping grand staircase with a gothic balcony, and a chandelier which struggles to illuminate the cracked black-and-white chessboard flagstones. Still dripping, the thunder dulling to a muted rumble, Fedyor looks warily from side to side. There doesn’t seem to be anyone here except the two of them – or at least, he certainly hopes that there are no unwitting humans asleep upstairs. In the state that he’s in right now, he isn’t sure that he could control himself. Unless Ivan is trying to make some tiresome point about the inherent monstrosity of vampires, the sort that certain factions like to use in order to argue against the Conclave’s attempts to civilize them and make them follow human-like rules and laws. Fedyor hopes not, because that would be deeply irritating, but he’s so hungry that he’s about to bite his own wrist, and it would not be his finest hour.

However, Ivan does not lead them upstairs, but through a dim warren of corridors to a small, curtained study in the back of the house. Sullen embers glimmer in the hearth; vampires don’t need fires for heat, or to see by, but the human habit is hard to break, even if it’s one of the few things that can hurt them. Then Ivan shuts the door behind them and says crisply, “I’ll make you a deal. Give me useful information on the Conclave, and I will let you feed.”

“What?” Fedyor gapes at him. That was clearly a starvation-induced hallucination. “On – on you?”

“No,” Ivan snaps. “On the davenport, you idiot. Yes, obviously on me. Or I can throw you out and send you to try your luck in the nearest village. Yes or no?”

Fedyor continues to gape at him. Obviously he does not want to go and rip some screaming innocent villager out of their bed, like the very worst of the strigoi horror stories, but he is not in a hurry to jeopardize his ticket back to the Conclave’s good graces by informing on them to Ivan bloody Sakharov. (Indeed, literally.) Did Ivan make that offer because he knows that Fedyor wants it, and remembers how much of a reaction Fedyor had to Ivan feeding on him back at the Golden Cross? It was impossible to hide it entirely, blast him, and Ivan is too canny not to take advantage of an adversary’s weakness. He’s caught Fedyor dead to rights, trespassing on Black Hand territory, and as he himself said, Fedyor is lucky to escape with his skin. It’s Ivan’s right to exploit that fact, nothing more. If Fedyor refuses, what in the hell is he going to do?

“I don’t know,” he stalls. “I’m not sure that I can – ”

Ivan shrugs, then lifts his own wrist to his mouth and bites the back of it. Slow, rich, dark blood beads up, and he wafts it temptingly in Fedyor’s direction. “So, you don’t want this, then?”

Yes, Fedyor wants it. Fedyor, in fact, wants a few other things while he’s at it, and there is no way that Ivan, with hearing and senses and smell as acute as his own, doesn’t know it. He takes a step forward, but Ivan dances aside. “Information first,” he orders. “Then you may have your reward. Come now, Conclave whore. Why is it any different from last time?”

“Don’t call me that.” Fedyor is seeing red – which, at this point, could be due to just about anything. “I have a name, remember? Fedyor – Mikhailovich – Kaminsky.”

He stumbles a little over the patronymic, as it is an ongoing debate whether proper etiquette for Slavic vampires entails the use of the birth father’s name, or that of the vampire sire. Opinion generally comes down on the side of the latter, since it represents proper respect for one’s new immortal status and supernatural bloodline; you’re supposed to let go of your human family, since pining to go back complicates the already-difficult adjustment period and is impossible anyway. But since Fedyor isn’t entirely reconciled to it, and tries to hold onto his humanity, he tends to introduce himself as Fedyor Mikhailovich, not Fedyor Dmitrievich, and the flicker in Ivan’s eyes means that he has taken note of that struggle. Then he shrugs, crooking a taunting finger at him. “Fine then, Fedyor Mikhailovich. It is your choice.”

“What do you – ” Fedyor is having trouble seeing straight. “Want to know?”

“Anything that might be useful.” If he is worried about being shut in a small room with another vampire on the verge of total frenzy, Ivan doesn’t show it. Indeed, in this paramount confidence and command, Fedyor realizes that Ivan is much older than he initially thought. He took him for one of Catherine the Great’s courtiers, from the late eighteenth century or so, but the well-worn shadow of violence that sits on Ivan’s shoulders is of considerably longer use than that. It’s something else to puzzle out when Fedyor regains the use of his higher critical faculties, which is definitely not the case at the moment. “That is, if you can bring yourself to actually – ”

At that moment, he is cut off as Fedyor, deciding that two can play this game and he is tired of being jerked around by this arrogant bastard, lunges at him. Ivan jumps six feet straight up, hissing, and they end up somewhere in the vicinity of the ceiling, only to crash back down to the floor. Even vampires are not immune to the laws of gravity, and they roll around in a second deeply undignified flurry of kicking and biting, as Fedyor finally gets hold of Ivan’s wrists and tries to get his mouth as close as possible to that maddeningly enticing trickle. Then, for a crucial instant, he hesitates. He is very far gone, but there’s enough of his brain left to remember that feeding without permission is regarded quite dimly, and he is trying to prove that he is not a total savage. He gulps and gasps, fangs cutting into his lip, struggling and thrashing, not even able to properly articulate his request, as Ivan still looks – bafflingly – as if he is rather enjoying this. Then he smirks and says, “Very well, Fedyor Mikhailovich. Take it if you can.”

Now that is a challenge, and while it would be very enjoyable to throw it back in Ivan’s face in another fashion, Fedyor has only one concern at the moment. He presses his mouth to Ivan’s wrist, sinks his fangs, and sucks and licks like a man dying of thirst in the desert. Ivan utters a contented purring sound, his head falling back on the carpet, and certainly does not bother to keep struggling while Fedyor is otherwise occupied. Silence falls across the drawing room, except for the soft sounds of Fedyor feeding. He is half on top of Ivan, between his legs, and Ivan does not appear to be objecting in the least. Well. That was… unexpected.

When Fedyor has drunk enough to feel sane again, he pulls back with a jerk, remembers where he is, and fights the wash of embarrassment that floods through him. He wipes his mouth with the cuff of his shirt, then bends down and licks the bite wound closed, which is common vampire practice even if Ivan failed to do it with him. (After all, some supernaturals have manners.) Then they look at each other, and Fedyor doesn’t think it’s his imagination that Ivan’s breath is coming short, a flush visible in his pale cheeks, an enjoyment bearing a remarkable resemblance to Fedyor’s own. The silence persists a moment longer. Then Ivan groans, his legs sprawl further apart, and he orders, doing his utmost to sound gruff and commanding, “You will give me information on the Conclave now, yes?”

It is extremely tempting to tell him to take a long walk off a short pier, to pay him back for that underhanded trick at the Golden Cross, but that requires more command of his verbal processes than Fedyor currently possesses – or indeed, expects to possess in the near-to-medium future. He leans down instead, his nose brushing the hollow of Ivan’s cheek and his mouth ghosting against Ivan’s neck, his fangs tracing the line of the vein as if he might bite there too. Ivan’s hips buck, and his big hands settle heavily on the small of Fedyor’s back. “You know,” he murmurs, his voice a low, rough rasp in his throat. “You are wasted on those idiots.”

“Mmm.” Fedyor nips Ivan’s lower lip, with just a hint of fang. Then – although it’s the most difficult thing he has had to do in his life or his afterlife – he rolls off and gets to his feet, leaving the fearsome Black Hand anarchist vampire flat on his back on the drawing room floor. “It has,” he says, “been a lovely evening. But I will be taking my leave now. Good night.”

And with that, in the somewhat shameful epitome of quitting while he is ahead, but wanting to make absolutely sure that the point has been felt, Fedyor turns around and books it. He doesn’t dare to look back as he bursts out of the dark house, pelts across the lawn, and skids down the hill, in the thick and slippery knots of mud and moss. He doesn’t slow down until he spies the lights of Belgrade, and in a few minutes more, he’s thundering into his flat, clothes disheveled and hair a mess and mouth and head and heart still full of the taste and smell and feel of Ivan Sakharov. It’s intoxicating. It’s unbearable. But it can only be once. It will be only once.

The Conclave, Fedyor reminds himself. You’re doing this to get back to them, and you managed to get out of there without saying anything. They’ll appreciate it. They will. And it’s what you want. Keep your head down and don’t do anything else stupid, and it will work.

It’s what he wants.

It’s what he wants.

It’s what he –

Ah, fuck.

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[theodora3022]

Solitude Madness

BSD Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader

Setting: Confinement can make people crazy. Before all of this happened you would never dreamt about submitting to an evil man like Fyodor. The demon does have his way of breaking down even the toughest minds.

Notes: This may or not relate to my quarantine and seasonal depression and my need for a cuddle session with my favourite rat man. There will be no torture in this since I am not familiar with writing graphic violence.

Word count: 1.1k(Sequal to a fic, but my muse kind of ditched)

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, self-indulgent garbage, implied abduction,mindbreak, mentions of surgery, general Yandere content

When was the last time you had seen the sun again? How long have you been trapped in this dark underground facility? 

You are well aware who can answer those questions, but you refused to ask him anything. After all, Fyodor is the one responsible for your present condition. 

You hate this, you never wanted this, being in this little cell against your will, just because you are the object of his affections? Has he ever heard of what love is?

True love is seeing your loved ones happy, whether they are with you or not. If they are happy, you should be content and guard their happiness. You were happily enjoying a normal life in the sun, but now this damned Russian terrorist had dragged you into eternal darkness, all in the name of love? He calls this selfish obsession, this bone-chilling possessiveness love? Just what made him this way?  “You are absolutely insane.” “Glad we are in agreeance, dear.” Those amused chuckles made you look away trembling, leaving another scar on your already scarred mind.

You are a nuisance, a distraction to Fyodor’s grand plans. He hates this feeling of you being out on your own, where anyone could just whisk you away as you are such a helpless little creature. Surveillance feed from hidden cameras failed to satiate his desires before long, Fyodor has to do something to make sure no one(else) hurts you.

You have been screaming and crying less whenever he comes into sight, Fyodor could consider that to be good progress. He fully understands that nobody likes to wake up in a strange place one morning and that loss of freedom. Why else do you think you have been getting away with punishments for yelling at him? The last person who dared to do so is no longer in the land of the living. But you are different, Fyodor is surprised to find himself willing to be patient with you, to tolerate your inconvenient behaviours. Which makes him wonder when this state of transition would pass, what would you be like when you finally accepted your place here. How long? A few months? A year?

Call him as many names, scream whatever sharp words as you like. One day you would understand you belong to your god, your master Fyodor. There is no need to force you to do anything, you will do them by your own “free will” soon enough.

You are particularly quiet today, no noises whatsoever when he brought you the meal. Just curling up against the wall, hugging your knees with a grim expression. 

Well, just as he expected. Long periods of isolation can do amazing things to one’s mind, he knows that all too well. This nearly effortless tactic is surprisingly effective.

That day begins like any other. He was about to put the food tray down and return to his work as usual, but this time he felt a little pull on his cape.

“Don’t leave...please-” Now, now. What do we have here? Are you clinging on to the edge of his cloak? Do you want him to give you some much-needed attention? Has his little mouse finally learned how to behave?

Fyodor might not have hurt you or starved you just yet, but countless days would go by silently, without anything to keep you occupied within these empty walls. No one to talk to, nothing to keep your mind off these horrific conditions, all you can do is sob in that corner like a miserable animal. What date is even today again? It was bearable at first, but as the days went by you had become quite desperate for attention, to the point you do not care who you got it from. The endless boredom scares you so, this horror of being alone scares you also. You had imagined all sorts of things following your abduction, such as torture, but you failed to account for what to do with this utter silence and isolation. It may not hurt physically, yet it feels much worse. 

And that is exactly what Fyodor wants you to perceive. Everything is going just according to his little plan. 

Why would he apply violence when he can do this? That is for brutes, never for someone intelligent like him. He would hate to cause you any physical harm, as he does not have a doctor on-site for treatment. When it comes to your mind, however, that is a completely different story. Your mind will shatter by itself, so Fyodor can build up an ideal darling with those broken pieces, and he rather not perform that troublesome procedure again.

That scared expression you made when he pretends to not hear you is just so endearing. Feeling your grip tightens, almost tearing his cape off his shoulders, Fyodor finally stopped. Letting out a sigh, he turns back to face your trembling form.

“Do you need something, my little mouse?” That smile, that vile smile dipped in venom, the only thing that could peak your interest in these empty walls.

You do, you need some company, any company will do.

“I…” Your remaining conscience screams in the corner of your brain, do not submit, he is the one to blame! But it was ignored, unfortunately. What is dignity again?

Your captor was shocked when you straight up jumped up and wrapped your arms around his slender shoulders. He did not expect you to be this...passionate. 

“Fyodor, please. Do not leave me here alone any longer. I will do as you say, I’ll do anything!” Gods, you really are doing this. Begging for this rat’s mercy like a pathetic dog. But you had passed the point of having dignity. His chest feels surprisingly warm, compared to his icy fingertips, and you buried your face on those fluffy decorative fur trimmings. Soft, you should really have done this sooner. You belong to him now, so why not exercise the rights you have instead of being a brat? 

This is perfect, the result is almost the same as what he expected. Your affectionate nature has only been a pleasant surprise, and Fyodor is surprised about your resilience. Now all he needs to do is just sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labour.

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