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m-jelly · 7 months

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The Prince's witch

Levi x fem!Reader

Royal AU, curvy reader, romance, falling in love, confident Reader, teasing, fluff.

Queen Kuchel and her husband the King are worried about their son. They believe Levi works way too hard and he keeps making himself sick. Levi needs to relax and learn to have some fun. So, the two of them hire you, a curvy and friendly witch to heal Levi and show him the meaning of fun. What they didn't expect was for him to be so attached to you.

Thank you @ladycheesington for this fun idea <3 I would love to turn this into a long fic.

Two beautiful royals stood before you with pleading looks in their eyes. Your heart went out to the two of them. They loved their son so much that they wanted him to get better and have some light in his life. They had tried everything to get him to relax and have fun, but he was so focused on being the best Prince and future King that he neglected himself.

Prince Levi was a strong and smart man. He gave everything he could to those around him to prevent the loss of life. Every second of every day he worked hard. No matter what was said to him he continued to push himself beyond what a human should be doing.

As a strong witch, you could enchant people and heal as well. To you, it made sense that they would request someone with your talents to help. You were a little embarrassed when you met them because your attire was a little on the revealing side. The dress you wore was low cut to show off your chest that was held up by a corset. A slit went up the side on your leg as a nice peek-a-boo.

You grinned politely at the royal couple to reassure them and hoped that you gave them confidence in your abilities to soothe their son. Their eyes widened when you floated up in the air and clasped your hands together. Excitement bubbled inside you at the thought of helping someone in need. You enjoyed a challenge and it seemed like the Prince might be.

Queen Kuchel led you down a grand hall as she told you all about her son. At first, you thought the Prince was someone young and this was a nanny thing. However, that was very wrong. When the Queen opened the study door you saw a handsome man in his mid to late 20s. He was so beautiful to you.

Kuchel released a long sigh. "Levi? Son? You know how your father and I have been very worried about you."

Levi ruffled his hair as he scribbled away. "I told you, I am fine. You have nothing to worry about." A gasp escaped him when his papers began to float up away from him. "Tch, shit, come back!" He jumped up to grab it. "Damn it!"

You hummed a little laugh causing Levi to glare at you. You gave him a playful wink and saw him slowly take you in. The glare he gave you slowly turned into a strong blush, his pupils dilated and a shiver ran right through him. He stopped jumping and just stood there and stared at you with a longing look in his eyes. Your aura, presence and looks instantly tamed the Prince. This had never happened to you before, so you were very interested in the Prince. Perhaps he was your soulmate.

You returned his papers to his desk and introduced yourself. You moved over to him and offered your hand. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm your witch. My job is to make sure you keep on top of your health and to also have a bit of fun."

Levi took your hand and kissed the back of your fingers with his soft warm lips. "The pleasure is all mine. When do you start?"

"Right away!" You glanced over at Kuchel. "Right, Your Majesty?"

Kuchel smiled brightly, which just lit up the room. "Yes! I'll leave you both alone."

You floated up and sat on Levi's desk. You made sure that your ass was right on his work. "So, what do you want to do? Do you want to read a book? Go on a walk? Take a long relaxing bath?" You leaned forward and pressed your breasts together. "How about a massage?"

Levi shivered. "I...I...I...uh..." For once in his life, Levi couldn't function or process any thoughts. You had truly captured him in a spell without the use of magic. "Boobs."

You blinked a few times before you started laughing at Levi's face going pink. "They are very nice, huh?" You reached towards him and grabbed his tie. With a gentle tug, you pulled Levi towards you. "Why are you so far away, hmm? It's okay to get close." You played with his tie a little. "You're so handsome."

"I...uh...um...th-thank you."

You took his hands and started massaging them. "So much tension in your hands." You pressed his hand on your chest above your breasts. "I need to work a lot on your body."

Levi whimpered a little as he became overwhelmed by your beauty and your warmth. "You...you do?"

You ran your hands up his chest as you read his aura. You cupped his face in your hands and hummed. "Yes, yes, you are rather unwell. I need to work hard on fixing your aura, mana and your body." You floated off the table and grabbed his hand. "Come."

Not a single thought went through his mind as you pulled him down the hallway. His eyes locked onto your ass as it moved with each step. He felt like he was drooling at the sight of you. Something was between the two of you, he could just sense it. There was this magnetic pull and he wanted to keep you close to him, always.

With your powerful magic, you filled his large pool bath with water and special fragrances that would help him out the best. Once completed you ushered him towards the water. After turning your back, Levi removed his clothes and walked down into the water. It didn't Levi very long to relax. He was almost out like a light.

Levi released a long moan as his body relaxed. "This...this is incredible."

You pulled your dress up and sat on the edge of the bath with your legs in the water. "My special healing magic."

Levi turned his head and gazed at your thighs. "Uh...umm." His eyes trailed up your legs to see your dress just about covered your underwear. He gulped hard before looking up at you. "Th-thank you."

You reached over and began massaging his shoulders. "Let me heal you. I have an incredible touch."

He shivered and moaned as your hands moved against his skin. "Mm."

You leaned closer. "I want to get to know every inch of your body, your highness." You pushed your fingers up into his hair and massaged his scalp. "What you crave, desire and need. I want to give you everything."

Over the weeks of you helping Levi, he had been glued to your side. Whenever he worked on something, he was always checking on you to see if you approved of what he was doing. If you told him to stop and take a break, he would do exactly as you asked. He hung on your every word. You captivated him.

When you shared afternoon tea together he would ask you countless things about your life and you. He was desperate to know every little thing about you. He wanted to know every possible thing about you. He wanted to know you better than anyone. In Levi's mind and eyes, you were his and he was going to make you his in more ways than one.

Levi adored your smile and laugh. Your body and dresses often caught his attention. The way your body curved and the dresses clung so perfectly to your form enticed him. Your mind was so cute and magical. Whenever he had to make a princely choice he often consulted you as if you were his wife. He would get you to help him as if you were married to him and carrying out the duties of a royal. You slipped into the role so well.

The royal palace adored you, but there were some in politics and the common public that didn't. Witches were not seen in the best of light and many wicked and evil rumours had been spread about you by spurned politicians. If you denied their affection, then they would tell others what a dirty woman you were and you had countless lovers, or you were using men for power.

You wanted a peaceful life as you helped those in need. Helping Levi relax a lot more was a dream job for you. Levi would often take you out into the lands to meet the people. You would use your magic to assist people along the way. It was moving to see how your magic brought joy and relief to those in need.

The thing you loved the most was spending time with the Prince. You cared deeply for Levi and he had won your heart rather quickly, but you didn't want to mix love with work. Levi also loved you more than anything in this world, but he hadn't told you yet because he wanted the moment to be perfect when he declared his undying love.

The two of you would go for nice long walks so Levi could clear his head and enjoy the beauty of nature, which is what you got a lot of your power from. As you walked together through the grand royal gardens you hugged his arm. A strong blush was on Levi's cheek because his arm was pressed between your breasts as you hugged it tightly.

You gazed at Levi and smiled sweetly at him. "Something on your mind?"

"Mm...many things."

You pouted in that cute way Levi loved. "You're supposed to be relaxing out here, not thinking about work."

He released a long sigh. "I am not thinking about work."

"Then what are you thinking about, Levi?"

He had asked you to use his name a few weeks back and every time you said it, it made him tingle all over. "I don't want to say."

You stopped walking and gripped his arm. "We have no secrets between us. What is on your mind?"

He groaned a moment. "I warned you." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and speaking. "I am thinking about my arm and where it is right now and how warm you and your body is."

You looked down at your chest to see how tightly pressed you had his arm against you. "Oh, sorry." You released his arm. "I did not know it bothered you."

"It doesn't. I like it." He cleared his throat. "I like you." He took your hands in his. "I like you a lot. I've fallen for you and I can't imagine life without you."

Your cheeks burned at his declaration. "I...Levi...I'm...I'm just a witch. Someone like me shouldn't be with someone like you..."

"Says who?" He pulled you against him. "Tell me who they are and I'll break them."

"Levi..." You were in awe of this man. He was serious.

"I will not let anyone stop me from having you."

You cupped his handsome face and smiled. "You are so sweet."

He pouted a little. "I'd give up my title and power for you."

You giggled. "I don't think you would ever have to, Levi.!

He hugged you against him as he whined. "I know, but let me have this romantic moment."

You rubbed his back. "Okay, you win."

He squeezed you. "Thank you. Anyway, I would do anything for you, for us. I swear."

You pulled your head back to look him in the eyes. "I know. I believe you. I care for you so deeply. I just needed to warn you. Being a couple we would face a lot of opposition, but hearing how passionate you feel gives me hope." You nuzzled your nose against his. "I too adore you with all my heart and soul and want you to be mine until the end of time and beyond."

Levi tapped his forehead against yours. "You're the missing piece of my soul."

Levi planned his day out so it was perfectly balanced. He would work for the morning, have a lunch break and then work a little bit before having his whole afternoon and evening dedicated to loving you. Excitement coursed through him because he knew you would be so proud of him for designing his day so well. To keep Levi on track, you told him that you would reward him if he was good.

He hurried through the palace to find you waiting in his study with tea and snacks. A loving smile spread on his lips as he admired you in your low-cut dress with your hair up to show off your chest, shoulders and neck. He had so many desires and thoughts, but he behaved himself because he wanted a reward from you.

You raised your head from your book and smiled at your lover. "You seem excited about something."

"I am." With a sense of pride within him, he presented you with his diary for the day. "Here."

You took the book from him and inspected his schedule. "Wow Levi, I'm impressed. You're organising yourself without my input." You smirked a little as you felt the tingle and desire to tease him. "You may not need me anymore."

Levi dropped to his knees before you and grabbed your thighs tightly as he gave you a cute pleading look. "No, no, no. I need you. I'll always need you."

You hummed a little laugh. "I was teasing you." You ran your fingers through his soft raven hair. "You're so cute when you react."

He relaxed a little before resting the side of his head on your thighs. "So mean."

"I am."

He turned his head and pressed his face into your lap. "It is a good job I love you with all my heart and soul."

"And I love you too." You closed his diary. "I'm very proud of you, Levi. You're getting very healthy and your work-life balance is becoming very healthy."

He raised his head. "That's because you're my inspiration. I desire and demand time with you. I need your attention and praise."

"Well, you can have all my praise."

He lowered his head a little as the words danced on the tip of his tongue. "Reward." He raised his head and locked eyes with you. A determined fired burned within his gaze. "I desire a reward that you promised."

You held his chin between your fingers. "And what rewards do you desire?"

"Kiss." He was expecting a cute kiss on the cheek. "Please. On the cheek."

You hummed a laugh. "Well, you worked very hard so you deserve an extra special reward."

He waited for your warm lips against his cheek, but instead felt them against his lips. It took a moment for him to realise what was happening. His heart fluttered in his chest. He pressed into the kiss and returned it right back to you with all the love in his heart.

"Good boy." You released Levi and slipped out of your chair leaving him on his knees with pink cheeks and a look of awe in his eyes. "I will place your diary on your desk." You turned around and bumped right into Levi. "Levi! My goodness, you made me jump. You were so quick and quiet."

"Call me it again."

"Huh?"

He clenched his jaw. "Good. Boy."

You ran your hands up his chest. "Levi, you are a good boy. You're my good boy."

Levi grabbed your waist making you squeal. He roughly kissed you as he was driven by your words. Hearing you praise him set something off inside him. He craved your words, your voice, your body and your lips. He needed all of you to be his. His love for you knew no bounds. He forgot all about the list he had made for the day and spent most of his morning exploring your lips and body like he had done many times before, and each time was like tasting heaven.

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babygorewhore · 8 months

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Motive.

Tate Langdon imagine.

On Halloween, you and your boyfriend Tate are on a date. As you talk about his past as the slasher, Ghostface, he comes to realize that he needs to be punished for his actions.

Can you tell Scream is my favorite slasher series? WARNINGS. Sub! Tate. Mommy kink. Degrading. Dom! Reader. Knife play. Blood play. Talk of violence. Oral! Male and female receiving. PnV! Overall filth. Brief Tate POV.

Halloween was your favorite day of the year. Not only was the weather perfect, the best scary movies were released, costumes became creative but also because Tate could go out and venture into the world.

This was your second Halloween together. The first year you went to the beach. A place he admitted used to be his designated spot whenever he needed to escape. You had discussed back and forth before ultimately deciding to have your date at a graveyard.

It filled your gothic heart.

Your relationship was exciting, despite his eternal life as a ghost.

Tate carried the blanket and bottle of liquor you bought on your way home. The walk wasn’t far, allowing you to wear platform shoes that went along with your costume. You were dressed as the Scarlet Witch. Trading in your black clothing for red.

Tate allowed you to paint his face with makeup, skeletal features were his preference. It took you almost an hour but you wanted to be precise. You slicked his curly hair back with product. But he would do anything you asked. He was your good boy. You held your own bag close to your body.

A week ago, you gifted him a cellphone. For reason one, he could contact you while you were working. And secondly, it would make tonight even better. It was secured in his denim pocket. He wasn’t able to hold your hand, so you opted to hold the crook of his elbow.

You stepped through the entrance of the cemetery. The overhanging metal curved over your head as your eyes swept over the hundreds of tombstones. “This way, baby.” Tate gestured with his head towards the left. You allowed yourself to be guided.

Your feet padded over the grass. It was dark, but the adjacent streetlight gave you enough ability to see your path.

Tate led you down the narrow section between a towering tree and a collection of tombstones before he pulled you to a stopping point in front of a smaller one. “Here I am.” He smirked, his skeleton makeup curving, turning to look at you.

The modest headstone was ordinary, without any flowers to commemorate the loss. You nodded as you registered the name.

Tate Langdon 1977- 1994. Loving son.

You chuckled breathlessly at his joke. “This is one hell of an idea, having a date in front of your own grave.”

Tate quirked an eyebrow before pulling you to a seated position, setting the blanket down on the ground and alcohol aside. You both hadn’t bothered with cups, planning on just drinking out of the bottle, something you’d both done several times. He wrapped his arm around you, your head nuzzled on his shoulder.

“What was your motive, Tate? Being Ghostface?” It was before you were born but everyone heard about the killing spree during 1994. It started with one murder, a teenage girl strung up on a tree. Before it escalated to a principal. Those weren’t enough to raise concerns until the last night when the killer was caught.

It was at a party. A curfew had been given but a group of teens threw a gathering anyway. Two more people were murdered. Brutally. One girl was inside a dog door inside the garage. The man’s throat had been slit and he was dragged across the front of a van.

The murderer wore a gown and a mask.

Tate Langdons identity was revealed after he had been gunned down by the swat team. He took too long at the house as the police were called. The term Ghostface had been taken as a joke before it ultimately stuck with him. But he never revealed why he did it. Even during the last seconds of his life. Yet, his soul remained in the very home he was killed in.

He had been shot down in the Murder House.

You’d seen the apparel once. When he played the same game with you after class several weeks ago. Where he fingered you, used the very blade he commented the crimes with. It gave him pleasure to scare you. Or try too.

“My motive?” He asked, glancing down at you. He didn’t like to talk about his past. He hated answering questions because he didn’t want to relive it. He was always paranoid you’d leave him if he explained. You knew the relationship was toxic. But you still loved him.

Besides. He was already dead. What more could he do?

“Yes. Why did you do it?” You lifted your chin upward, watching as he clenched his jaw.

“Who said I needed a reason?” You pursed your lips as he teased you.

“Tate. Be serious. Why? Why did you kill them?”

Several seconds of silence followed. All you felt was the pattern of his breathing.

“I wanted to die. And I wanted to take people with me. I wanted to scare them. I wanted them to think they had a chance to escape me. I wanted my mother to know exactly what kind of monster she created. That’s why I killed her boyfriend. I wanted her to know the pain she made me feel.”

You allowed the confession to hang in the air. It wasn’t fear you felt, more like a realization that Tate had been dangerous. Your loving, doting and obsessed boyfriend had been a killer. He knew exactly how to press the blade down on your skin without breaking it. He knew how to walk without making noise. He enjoyed seeing you beg for him. Beg for his cock. Beg for him to let you finish.

But you wanted him to have a turn. He needed to experience it.

“Mmm. Did you like being covered in blood?” You asked, your voice soft despite the disturbing question.

Tate swallowed. “I didn’t really think about it.” You nodded and pulled your hands in your lap. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, instead starting at the stone.

“Do you ever think about me, covered in blood?” You withheld a smile when he took a sharp inhale. He blinked.

“Y-yes.” He looked down at you but you reached up, taking his chin between your thumb and pointer finger. You set his jaw straight.

“Did I say you could look at me?” Tate shakes his head obediently.

“Good boy. Do you ever think about…me killing someone?” His lips parted and he heavily inhaled through his nose.

“Yes.” He half whispered, half whined.

“Have you thought about fucking me in the costume? Using the knife on me again? While I’m covered in someone else’s blood?”

Tate shifted on the ground, his eyes glazing as he tried to keep his focus ahead. “Babe-“

“Don’t interrupt me, Tate. Be good and answer only when I tell you to.” You sternly commanded. “Yes or no?”

“Yes.” He shakily answered. You needed to push a little harder, just a bit to get exactly what you needed.

“What are you thinking about now, Tate? And make sure you’re honest.” You kept watching him. His teeth grazed his lower lip, despite the paint and his hand started to drift to his pants.

“I want to splay you on the ground, right here. Right now. I want to spread your legs, taste you with my mouth before I fuck you senseless. Until you can’t wait. And then do it all over again.” You quirked an eyebrow before your hand fell to his thigh.

“What about you, baby? Don’t you want me to make you feel good? To suck your dick? Make you cum in my mouth?” He shivered and his fingers drifted to his crotch.

“I’d rather feel you cum. I don’t care about me. All I want is you.” You hummed and your finger tips grazed his growing erection.

“Mmm. You’re such a sweet boy, Tate. Do you like it when my legs are around your head? Do you like that?”

Tate’s hand finally palmed his dick and you smiled in triumph. You lifted yourself from his embrace and you grabbed his wrist.

“Tate. Did I say you could touch yourself? Don’t you remember our rules?” Tate’s eyes widened in response and you shook your head disapprovingly.

The rules consisted that Tate was not allowed to touch himself without permission. Neither were you. Along with a safe word. Mercy.

“I’m sorry-I thought you-“

Your hand raised and wrapped around his neck. You pulled him close as he grunted from the pressure. You squeezed steadily the sides of his throat and you leaned in, hovering over his mouth. “Mmm, my sweet little boy. Getting hard over me being drenched in blood. You’re absolutely pathetic.”

Tate’s eyes glasses over and his lip slightly trembled. “Mama-please-“ He leaned in to kiss you but you pulled your head away.

“I don’t think so, Tate. I think…you need to be punished. Would you agree?” You proposed and he swallowed heavily. Fear prickling his expression.

“Do whatever you want to me. Just let me touch you, please.” Tate placed his hands on your waist, squeezing gently and causing your knee to settle inbetween his legs. “Please, please let me touch you. I can make it up to you. I promise, baby. I can’t stand the thought of you mad at me.”

He laid down, his hair like a blonde halo on the ground as he stared up at you, your hand still wrapped around his neck. He looked so submissive. So willing to make you happy. Ready for you to use him however you fucking wanted.

And you will.

“You’ll make it up to me?” You whispered. Tate started grinding his dick down on your knee, humping like a bitch in heat.

“Yes, anything. I’ll do anything for you.” He encouraged, slipping his fingers down to your waistband, your dark leggings stretching as he attempted to touch your underwear.

Removing your hand from his throat, you slapped him across the face. Tate grimaced from the impact, his head jolting to the side and he blinked at you with watery eyes.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, Tate.” He leaned up, taking his hands off your torso and buried his face in your breasts.

You attempted to push him down but he was a lot stronger than you despite his slender form. His arms wrapped around your hips, making you straddle his pelvis.

“Mama-I’m sorry-I just need you. I want to make you cum. I want you to be proud of me-please let me be good. I promise you’ll be proud of me…” He was begging. You almost gave in, withholding a moan as he pressed kisses on your costume covered breasts but you needed to stick with your plan.

“Tate, if you want to make me feel good. Lay down. Lay down nice and slow for me, baby.” He quickly pulled away, his face paint smudged as he slowly laid his body down on the grass.

You were situated above him, powerful and he was willing to obey every command you gave him. Reaching your hand down, you brushed his cheek with your fingers and he contently leaned in to your touch. “Now, I want you to close your eyes. Keep them closed until you know exactly when to open them.” You instructed in a clear voice.

Tate opened his mouth to protest but you gripped his chin between your fingers. Leaving nail imprints. “What did I say about disobeying me?” He shut them immediately after that. You smirked. Now, the real fun could begin.

Carefully, you brought yourself to stand. Your boots crunching the grass beneath you while walking to your bag. Digging through it, your hands locked around a lightweight but long, black gown. Slipping it on, you then pulled out the last needed item.

The Ghostface mask. And the same blade Tate used on you.

Slipping it over your hair and face, you started walking away as quiet as you could. Then, you tucked the knife to your belt inside the gown. If Tate heard running, he would open his eyes too soon. You disappeared in the bustle of trees across the cemetery before stepping behind the church. Smiling wickedly, you pulled out your cellphone.

Tate was growing impatient. He listened to your footsteps carefully, trying to figure out where you were before they disappeared entirely. Seconds passed, he felt alone. Despite your warnings, Tate opened his eyes and sat up.

You were gone.

Panic set in and he jumped to his feet. What if something was wrong? His breathing grew heavier as he jogged through the area, desperately searching for any signs of you. “Y/n!” He called out but no answer came.

“Fuck. Fucking shit.” He ran his fingers through his mused hair and stepped forward in the direction of the church, but his cellphone started ringing.

Tate frowned and looked at his pocket. Only one person knew of his number. Maybe you needed help. He dug it out of the material and pressed it to his ear.

“Y/n, are you okay? Where are you?”

“Hello, Tate Langdon.” He froze and his eyes widened. The voice on the other end.

Was Ghostface. The very same alteration he used in 1994. The same he used to call Y/N.

He opened and closed his mouth, unable to come up with a response. It was all a trick. It was Y/N. But…how did she sneak it past him?

“Don’t you know it’s bad manners not to respond to a greeting?” Ghostface prodded and Tate cleared his throat.

“Hey. Y/N, is that what you were planning? Where are you?”

“Tate, you’ve been such a bad boy. Dreaming about your girlfriend killing someone.” He huffed out an embarrassed breath and scanned the area around him.

“This-this isn’t funny, asshole.” He muttered under his breath.

“Oh, I’d be careful about calling me names, Tate. You wouldn’t want me to slit that pretty neck of yours, would you?” Ghostface leered. Tate chuckled and started moving towards the trees.

“That wouldn’t matter. I’m already dead.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t be punished, Tate. For all the things you did to those poor, innocent people.”

“Innocent?” He parroted.

“Yes. In fact, I wonder if movies influenced you. Movies can be a powerful inspiration. Tell me…what’s your favorite scary movie?” Tate squatted down, trying to see evidence of your boot prints but he didn’t see anything.

“Do you really have to go through the whole speech? I asked too many questions.” He said to himself.

“Is that a refusal to my question? Mmm, Tate. You just can’t listen, can you?” Ghostface teased and he sighed with frustration.

“Where are you?”

“Aw, you look so pretty when you’re desperate.” He looked around, realizing you must be close by, able to see his expression. Instead of answering, he crept closer to the church.

“What happens if I find you?” He asked, excitedly looking for you.

“Then, you get to make me cum. Just like you want.” Tate groaned and quickly looked behind the building.

No one was there.

He went to speak before a hand gripped his hair, yanking him back and a sharp blade pressed against his neck. He gasped.

“You didn’t think it be that easy, did you?” Y/N said, her voice still altered. Tate wanted desperately to turn around and pound her on the ground but the knife nicked his skin.

Blood trickled down and the hand that gripped his hair, traveled down his face, to his throat. Her finger collected the plasma and smeared it across his lips.

“Please, Christ I can’t take it anymore. Please, let me fuck you. I’m begging you, please y/n.” Tate pleaded. Y/N turned him around.

He stared down at her, her gown hung on her body. The mask was secure and she aimed the knife at his chest. “Sorry, I just wanted to hear you scream.”

“Get on your back.” You commanded. Tate fell to the ground, landing underneath you and you smiled behind the mask. Finally, he was listening. With your free hand, you unbutton his jeans and yanked them down.

You lifted his shirt up, exposing his v line and the thin patch of hair. His dick was hard and prominent through his boxers. A wet patch of precum staining it. You shook your head, taking the blade and lightly tracing it across his skin.

Tate inhaled sharply and bucked his hips. Humping the air as you played with the knife. His hand lifted and you smacked his crotch with the handle. He stilled, panting as you peeled off the mask. You set the blade down, hooking your fingers around his waistband and then you pulled it down his legs.

His cock hung heavy, thick and red at the tip. “So needy, baby.” Your voice was back to normal. You lowered yourself on your stomach, wrapping your hand around his dick before licking a single stripe along the vein.

Tate whimpered with a high pitch whine as his hand flew to your hair. Allowing the grip, you pulled the tip to your lips and started sucking gently. His fingers pulled your hair, hard enough to hurt but you massaged his cock with your hand as you bobbed your head up and down.

He was a mess, moaning and shaking as you gave him head. “I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum.” He grunted. His climax rushed through, gushing out of your mouth as you helped him ride out his orgasm.

You pulled back, your lipstick smeared and you wiped your chin with the back of your hand. Before you had a chance to breathe, Tate flipped you over, immediately smashing his lips to yours. As he shoved his tongue in your mouth, hungrily kissing you, his hand frantically felt your torso. You kissed him back feverishly, pulling his hair as he sank his teeth into your lower lip.

You mewled as he ripped himself away and then sloppily kissing your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “You’re mine, all fucking mine.” He pleaded like a prayer as he rocked his hips against yours, his hardening dick against you.

As submissive as he was, Tate could also fuck you like it was his last time ever doing so. You were lost in the growing pleasure as he brushed his tongue against your sweet spot. He fumbled to pull your leggings down and underwear down, any coordination gone as he shoved himself down. You wanted to resist, regain control but he pried your legs apart.

“Tate-“ You started but he shook his head. He opened his mouth, laid his tongue flat against your pussy as he started lapping away at your clit.

“No, no, don’t tell me to stop. I need this, mommy.” He moaned against your cunt as he circled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You tried to withhold your sounds but he grazed your pussy with his teeth. “No, I want to hear how good this feels.” Tate dug his fingernails into your thighs to keep you still, dragging them painfully but deliciously down. You felt the hilt of the knife against your entrance and you looked down. Tate’s eyes were black as he effortlessly slipped the handle inside you. The foreign feeling pumped in and out as his mouth worked your swollen pussy. You weren’t going to last much longer as he increased the speed.

A overpowering wave of pleasure exploded and you couldn’t make any noise as you trembled. Tate finally pulled back and removed the handle from you. He crawled up, cupping your chin before he kissed you. Forcing you to taste your own cum.

“I need to fuck you,” He moaned against your lips as he shuffled clumsily to line himself up with your cunt.

He nipped your lip too hard, blood pooled from the small wound and he repeated your earlier actions. Smudging your mouth with blood as he bottomed you out. “Fuck.” He growled. “You look so hot with blood on your skin.”

You arms wrapped around his shoulders as he thrusted, deep inside you, hard enough to hit your cervix but you loved the pain. His movements were growing sloppy. “Don’t cum until I say, Tate. Or else I’ll have to punish you again.”

But he couldn’t listen, his speed thudded inside you and you felt him spill inside you, he squeezed his eyes shut from the orgasm as he came to a stop. He ripped them back open in fear as he understood his mistake. “I’m sorry-you just felt so good-“ He pleaded but you wouldn’t have it.

You pushed him off, forcing him on his stomach as you straddled his back. His bare pelvis pressed against the ground as you trailed your fingers down his skin.

“Now, you’re really going to scream.”

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many-shades-of-violence · 8 months

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being part of their crew I Donquixote Family

✢ characters: Donquixote Doflamingo, Corazon, Trafalgar D. Law, Baby 5, Dellinger, Pika, Diamante, Trebol. Giolla, Monsieur Pink

✢ content: slice-off life, mafia dynamics, loss, death, grooming, gaslighting, immorally characters

✢a/n: the continuation for my "being part of their crew"-series. Next up are the Strawhat Pirates.

Impressed by your actions, Doflamingo extended a hand, inviting you to join the crew. He recognized that your fervor to safeguard the youngest member of the crew could be harnessed to shape loyal soldiers, ready to uphold his reign of power.

Beyond your vigilant guardianship over Baby 5 and the other junior members, you embraced the role of an informant, delving deep into the shadows of the Underworld to procure valuable resources for Doflamingo's realm.

The tender yet resilient presence of Corazon became an anchor of support, his brotherly demeanor creating a haven for you. His scruffy yet tender disposition beckoned you into a realm of trust and camaraderie. With a shared love for cigarettes, you often retreated together to concealed corners of Spider Town. Amidst the veil of smoke, you exchanged stories and concerns, finding solace in his soothing presence. Corazon's patient guidance in learning Morse code paved the way for a unique means of communication—an unspoken language that became your secret conduit for sharing thoughts, emotions, and even stolen moments of levity.

Your connection with Doflamingo, though intricate, was marked by a shared ambition and the complexities of loyalty. Your allegiance to the Warlord manifested as unwavering dedication to his cause. As you delivered crucial intelligence to him, your strategic acumen proved invaluable in realizing his ambitions, fostering a sense of trust between you. His ability to draw you into a world of power and intrigue was both captivating and unsettling, a testament to the intricate tapestry of emotions he stirred.

As your bond with Corazon deepened, it introduced layers of conflict to your relationship with Doflamingo. The tension between your attachment to Corazon and your loyalty to Doflamingo created a dynamic that tested your resolve and blurred the lines between duty and desire.

Your rapport with Trebol, Pika, and Diamante often pivoted around cutting banter and sardonic repartee. Despite the trio's lack of moral grounding, their unwavering loyalty to the crew made it easy for you to look away, even in the face of their cold-blooded actions.

From time to time, you found yourself at the mercy of Monsieur Pink and Giolla's dress-up tendencies, amusing the whole crew with their fashion experiments on you.

During combat training with Baby 5, you witnessed the astonishing versatility of her body as she transformed it into an array of formidable weapons. Her tokens of affection, occasionally bordering on excess, were as unconventional as her affections, underscoring her profound regard for you since the day you saved her life.

Law's entry into the crew brought an unexpected shift to your daily life. The palpable aura of a young boy burdened by his hatred for the world and the specter of impending mortality resonated deeply with you. Your initial attempts at camaraderie saw you treading carefully, almost mirroring Corazon's fate of a knife to the back. However, your willingness to listen and offer a space for Law to share his concerns inspired confidence in his eventual integration within the crew.

The tragic demise of Corazon at the hands of his own brother cast ripples across your allegiance. Depending on your loyalty to Doflamingo and your evolving understanding of the family's dynamics, you faced the pivotal choice of persevering alongside them, marked by a pang of regret for Corazon's unfortunate trajectory, or extricating yourself from the family's grasp. Years later, you'd find yourself collaborating with Law to orchestrate a complex plot aimed at dismantling Doflamingo's rule, reflecting your resilience and strategic acumen.

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rookthorne · 1 year

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Grief was no stranger to you — it ebbed and flowed with time; its currents ill-suited to travel for those who were heavily ladened with loss. That was where you came in, offering the comfort of your empathy and gift to those who remained stuck, and to those that passed on. It was how you met him, and it was how you became the light in his otherwise shadowed life.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☽☾ Grim Reaper!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☽☾ 1.6k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☽☾ Heavy angst, referenced deaths (a child + a pet), fluff, comfort

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ☽☾ Please, heed the warnings I have given. ☽☾ Given what has happened in my life, imagining someone that comforts me as much as Bucky does — as Death — was beyond healing. ☽☾ To those who are grieving, my heart goes out to you — you are loved, and you will make it through, I promise you.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ☽☾ Saturn (slowed by palomar) by Sleeping At Last ☽☾ Saturn by Sleeping At Last ☽☾ Adiago for Strings, Op. 11 by Samuel Barber, Leonard Bernstein, New York Philharmonic ☽☾ Goodnight Moon by Marco Beltrami

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒂 ☽☾ @sgt-seabass ☽☾ I want to say a huge thank you to my dear friend — even though I made you sob. You knew what this fic meant to me and you soldiered on, making it so much better. Thank you. 🖤

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☽☾ @buckybarnesevents Into an Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟭— Death AU — Masterlist

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Tending to spirits and those passed on was part of who you were. When you were a child, no older than ten years, you had experienced it for the first time – a lost spirit, a young little girl, had called out for help from the corner of your bedroom and had given you one hell of a fright.

She was crying for her mother and father, her dress in tatters and cheeks tear-stained. You learnt that she had wandered out of her family’s backyard and tumbled down an embankment and into a dam.

By the time her mother had found her, it was too late.

You spent the night consoling her, completely at sea for what was happening, and by sunrise, she had vanished into thin air. There were wisps of smoke in her wake, gliding in tendrils to the ceiling and through it.

Over the many years since that fateful night, you learnt that you were gifted – gifted with the ability to sense, see, and hear those that cannot pass on. And, it was how you met him.

The Grim Reaper was known and feared by all – the fear of the end, fear of the unknown, hell, fear of death itself.

You knew of the Grim Reaper, but not in the way that people would have expected.

“I know you’re there,” you whispered, crouching at the headstone of a decades old grave. The wind whistled quietly through the empty branches of the trees above you, and you looked over your shoulder, smiling slightly at the formless haze of black mist. “You can’t sneak up on me. You know that.”

“One of these days,” a deep voice said, and you could just hear the pout in their tone. “I will manage to surprise you.”

“I would hope not, Bucky.”

The haze warped and formed a solid body – a tall figure in a billowing cloak, a charming smile, and piercing blue eyes upturned in a dramatic eye roll. “Semantics.”

You stood from the grave and turned to face him, crossing your arms. Your show of defiance softened his gaze, and he smiled softly. The moon shone above, and under the curtain of his dark hair, you could see the wisps of smoke that made up his face falter and flicker, showing his true form.

“I have missed you, my darling,” Bucky whispered.

Bucky’s embrace was cold, but no less comforting as he squeezed you to his chest. “Me too,” you said, smiling at him as you pulled away. “I was just tidying up. Walk with me?”

“Of course,” Bucky smiled. The roses you had held in your hand felt all the lighter for his presence, and you grabbed his offered elbow, leading him down the row of old graves to place fresh roses when a quiet whoosh sounded behind you. Bucky looked over his shoulder, and his smile turned saddened. “I see you haven’t managed to help this little one.”

Following his gaze, you withered, sniffling slightly as you watched the little ball of bright mist follow in your footsteps. The sound of your grief gave Bucky pause, and his hand came to rest on your cheek. “What is it?”

“I miss them so much.” A flicker of despair shot through Bucky’s usually bright gaze, and you sobbed. “I can’t do it-”

“Breathe, darling,” Bucky urged, pulling you close. His arms were tight across your shoulders and back, and you broke; months of grief and pain hit you all at once. “I’m here, my precious. I have you. I’m so sorry.”

Bucky held you close, letting you grieve in his arms and absolve you of your pain. He knew how cruel it had been to take away your smallest, closest friend – he hadn’t wanted to do it, he had begged and pleaded for things to be different, but it didn’t work. Nature took its course, and he had cursed that day to high heaven.

Moments passed until you were finally able to breathe, and you clutched at his chest, his arms, just to feel him – to know he was real.

“Here,” Bucky said softly, and he gestured to the ball of mist until it brightened and expanded into the form of your best friend. “They can walk with us, after all,” he paused, a small smirk forming on his pale lips. "Not everyone cares as much as you for these souls, my darling. At least, not enough to leave flowers for those that have long since moved on.”

“Oh, baby,” you rushed, and Bucky let you go so you could kneel in front of the spirit of your best friend. “I have missed you.”

A quiet noise of greeting sounded from the mist, and Bucky pulled you gently to your feet, his free hand now holding the bouquet of roses. “What have you been up to?”

The two of you walked through the cemetery, placing roses at every grave that lay bare as you spoke and told him all about your life as a mortal, and Bucky hummed and occasionally interjected with a sly smile or a shake of his head. “How about you?” You asked, smiling at him.

Bucky only shrugged, the movement shifting his long hair and causing a stray wisp of mist to expose his shoulder. “It is as it always has been,” he offered, smiling sadly. “I can only offer so much comfort to those whose time has come, but they remain afraid of me nonetheless.”

“You’re kind, Bucky,” you hastened to say, pulling him to stop, and he looked into your face sullenly – defeated. “You always have been kind, and you have never taken someone when it wasn’t their time. You cannot help what nature intended, even if it hurts, I know that,” you added softly, staring down at the bright bounding form at both your feet. “Without you, it would be something else, and whatever they may be, they would not be as compassionate as you.”

“But they are afraid of me,” Bucky interjected, gesturing at himself. “I do not want to hurt them, I do not want to cause pain, I-”

“You are my Bucky. You are the love of my life, and even if I cannot truly have you, you will always have my heart – I am the moon,” you begin, clutching at his hands and giving them a slight shake. “My heart will always love and welcome the dark. You are not at fault for how nature is. Do you understand me?”

Silence echoed amongst the graves. Your heavy breaths made your shoulders rise and fall as you stared at Bucky, pleading for him to realise – to understand.

“Are you afraid of me?”

The question split your heart in half with its severity, and you exhaled sharply. “No.”

“No?”

“No,” you affirmed, stepping into his space. “No, I am not afraid of you and will never be afraid of you.”

The graveyard fell away, bit by bit, and you pulled Bucky into your chest. It wasn’t just you who was grieving, hurting with the heavy burden of pain. “Walk with me,” you whispered into Bucky’s hair. Taking hold of his hand, you pulled back to smile at him. “We have many more flowers to place.”

A heavy silence settled in the air while you guided Bucky through the headstones, smiling softly at the mist excitedly running amok at your feet still. The illumination of the moon lit your path to an ancient grouping of gravestones, the marble and stone crumbling under the weight of age. “I have to try and restore these,” you pondered aloud, gently touching one of the many splits in the stone, when you paused. You felt eyes watching you, and you looked up to see Bucky a step away, gazing at you sadly. “What?”

You tilted your head, frowning, but before you could open your mouth to speak, Bucky started, his voice laced with unfathomable pain. “I have to go, my darling, and I have to take them,” he gestured to the glowing mist with a pale hand, “with me.”

“I know.” Leaves crunched under your shoes as you knelt to face your best friend, and you felt the cold touch of their nose against yours. “I could never hate you, Bucky. Never.”

Bucky stepped closer then, and you rose to meet him. “After all, my love,” you began softly, moving your hands to hold his head and gaze. “I will see them again when my time comes. It’s not the end. It’s just goodbye for now.”

A heavy breath left Bucky’s lips, and you pulled him closer, kissing him tenderly and he kissed back in earnest, his hands moving to your waist to grip you tightly.

When Bucky pulled back, you stared at him through glassy eyes, and you felt the cold touch of his hand against your cheek as he brushed the tears away with his thumb. “My angel, always my strength.”

“Always,” you whispered, and Bucky smiled sadly.

“Until I see you again, my darling,” Bucky said, his form starting to waver. “I love you.”

“I love you more, Bucky,” you said, your voice stronger than you felt. The ball of mist at your feet made a soft sound, and you glanced down. “I will see you again, baby, you take care of Bucky for me, okay?” The mist bobbed up and down in the air and you grinned. “Thank you, baby.”

The mist that Bucky had appeared from took him away with another soft whoosh, and you fell to your knees, the burden of grief not lifted, but lightened.

For what is grief, if not the perseverance of love?

he may, or may not come back. because he now has a very dear place in my heart.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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kaigarax · 6 months

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Fix You

Uchiha Madara x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone that you've experienced loss with."

The dark hair of the Uchiha never went well with black. Or at least that's what Madara’s younger brother Izuna had thought. Izuna had always told Madara that it looked rather tacky against their pale skin and even darker hair. How ironic it was that now dozens of Uchiha clan members were now dressed in that very same black that Izuna had once mocked. All dressed in that very same black for him.

Not that he’d ever be able to see it.

Madara sits at the head of the room and off to the side, beside his brother’s coffin. The crowd sits facing Madara and Izuna’s coffin sitting on mats placed on the ground rather than at a table like Madara.

It’s cold at the head of the table.

Much colder than he remembers.

Much colder now that he sits there alone.

In a time of warring, such as their own, funerals are often short and quick if they even happen at all. Most of the time funerals consist only of the closest family members burying the body of the deceased if their bodies even happen to make it back. But when it came to the heads of the households more formal situations, like this one, were held. And sometimes even heads of households didn’t even get this much.

Ah yes. The time of war has always been quite unforgiving.

It’s quiet, Madara thinks. Apart from the quiet murmuring in the back and slow movements of people coming in and out of the room to give their condolences. There's significantly less sobbing than Madara had expected. He supposes that has to do with Izuna’s lack of female companionship. There had been his grandmothers and mothers who were all long passed, the few friends he had gained in his more cognitive years and you.

You.

The oddball of the Uchiha Clan. Actually, even that title was a disservice to you. You weren’t even part of the Clan, instead brought there when you were young in hopes of the Uchiha teaching you how to properly use your eyes. Not so familiar to their own eyes but closer than your own Clan’s Kekkei Genkai.

You sit at the back of the room, your eyes covered with a white bandana. It’s a bright contrast to everything and everyone else in the room, drawing Madara’s eyes to it. The rest of your clothing is black. Madara thinks that, unlike the rest of his Clan, you wear the colour quite nicely.

Your head is down and you’ve yet to approach him to offer your condolences - so instead he chooses to approach you. Both as head of the Clan and Izuna’s brother.

“(Y/n).”

You tilt your head up, “Madara.”

“No honorifics?”

You don’t bother to say anything back, instead turning your head towards the front of the room. Madara can’t see where your eyes are looking but he knows for certain that’s where your gaze lies. Anyone else might’ve been fooled but not him. Not him that’s known and observed you for years. Not him.

---

Your movements are swift and quick as you dodge the kunai thrown from different directions. There’s such an ease to your movements that anyone watching would certainly think they’d be able to do it as well.

It seems as though you make use not just of your sight but hearing and smell while in the midst of battle. Though it has always been obvious, at least to Madara, that sight has always been your highest advantage. Even against the Sharingan your eyes proved to be quite the foe. Izuna had always theorized that those eyes of yours allowed you to glimpse into the future but Madara could tell there was more to that. Just seeing into the future was not enough to impress Madara, and boy was he impressed by you.

You’re flexible in a way that other ninjas aren’t. Your fighting style is unorthodox and likely not developed through movements you’ve learned from others but rather ones that you’ve likely come up with yourself.

What seems to be the most impressive thing about you though is your age. You’re a few years younger than Madara but seemingly more in tune with your own abilities and skills than he was when he was your age. Almost as in tune with them as he is right now.

He’d never cared all too much about you before but right now, you were certainly worthy of his brief attention. He understood why the Clan elders, and his father, had even humoured the thought of letting you stay with the clan in the first place.

You jump over the kunai thrown at you before going down to the ground quickly and kick the legs of your practice partner, sending them crashing to the ground before you quickly pounce on them, pinning them to the ground.

Quite impressive, indeed.

You laugh, holding your hand out to your opponent, “you have to remember to use multiple levels when you’re fighting.”

Your opponent rolls their eyes but Madara can make out a hint of a smile on their face as they take your outstretched hand, “as if anyone but you can move in such a sporadic way.”

“What’re you looking at, Ni-chan?” Izuna asks, taking a seat beside Madara.

Madara turns to look at his younger brother, feeling that familiar fondness in his chest. Even now, when they’ve grown so much he still refers to him in such a familiar and childish manner. Madara knows, of course, that it isn’t exactly behaviour he should indulge in but he does nonetheless. It’s his precious younger brother, afterall.

“The (L/n) girl.”

“Oh,” Izuna’s face brightens and his cheeks flush, “what about her?”

Madara shrugs, “I was curious as to how good she was in her skills. The elders were thinking about sending her to the battlefield soon.”

The clan could certainly use someone like you. Not just were you quick and decisive in your decision making but you managed to take on three older opponents at the same time when most people your age could barely handle one. The tides of battle would certainly shift with your unique abilities.

Izuna, on the other hand, seems to think otherwise as the colour drains from his face, “What? They can’t! She’s from another Clan! Wouldn’t that be breaking their trust or something?”

Your Clan knew the deals they made when they handed you over. Madara knew what both Clans had already intended when you joined - and at such a young age at that. Apparently though, his younger brother, Izuna, was not privy to such things. But then again that would be Madara’s fault for shielding him from Clan politics in the first place.

His precious younger brother.

Madara's eyes seared Izuna’s face curiously, “she won’t always be part of another Clan.”

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The funeral had gone on longer than Madara had intended. He’d been forced to leave early and people had only stopped going in and out only after he returned.

Tomorrow morning they would bury him and then they would declare war on the Senju. Tomorrow Madara would claim revenge in the name of his brother. Tomorrow everything will be different.

But alas, tomorrow was yet to come. It was still today, regardless of whether the sun or moon were in the sky.

Madara’s surprised to find that you’re the only one left in the funeral room. You’re sitting over by Izuna’s coffin, the white cloth you usually wear over your eyes missing. Your heads down, pressed against your knees that you’ve curled up into your body and your back leaning up against the side of the coffin. Madara, as he nears you and the coffin can see that you’ve tied your own white cloth over the place of where Izuna’s eyes would be. The gesture is almost as sweet as it is romantic.

Madara thinks it must not be very comfortable but moves to take a seat beside you anyways.

Unlike earlier today, you speak first, “I’d always known that one of us would die. I just didn’t think it would be him, and this soon.” Your voice is hoarse and raspy.

Madara sighs, “I never realised how close the two of you were.”

“Yeah.”

It’s strange, Madara thinks. He doesn't think he’s ever seen you quite like this before. Not when you heard that your mother died and your father had already taken another wife. Not when you’d fallen out the tree during training or when you’d taken a knife for one of your companions. Not even when your clan abandoned you, leaving you here all alone.

It’s strange. He’s never seen you quite so broken.

“It’s funny.” You say.

Madara turns to look at you, “what is?”

“Izuna used to always make fun of me for wearing something over my eyes. It’s funny that now he’d wear something over his eyes now that he’s gone.”

“Did he…” Madara trails off, unable to finish his question.

You finally look up, seeming to grasp onto the words left unspoken, “yes,” your (e/c) eyes meeting with his own dark ones.

Madara suddenly feels entranced. Unable to remember what he had planned to say in response. It’s a colour uncommon not just to the Uchiha Clan but your own as well. Even among the other Clans and communities your exact eye colour is uncommon. A shade of (e/c) with flecks of gold and silver. If there ever were eyes meant to be caught and entranced in then they certainly must be yours. Madara had never seen a point to you constantly wearing eye covers but knew a point could be made purely because of its beauty. Something that should only ever be shown to those most worthy.

The edges of your eyes are red and puffy, as if you’ve been crying all day and night.

He wonders if he should bring an arm up to comfort you but the two of you have never been all that close.

Instead, you bring your own hands up to his face. Your eyes staring deeply into his own.

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‘Make sure she doesn't get hurt, okay?’ The words of Izuna ring in Madara’s head as he leads you deep into the heart of enemy territory.

The Clan had been commissioned to partake in a reconnaissance mission and had chosen to send the two of you. The Uchiha’s most promising youth. Or at least that was what his father had claimed. Madara, while having seen you train, had never been placed on a mission (or even been on a battlefield) with you before. He did hear that you were quickly moving through the ranks but you weren’t even an Uchiha in the first place. Not that he’d ever say that to his father.

‘Make sure she doesn’t get hurt’ are the last words of his brother, constantly ringing in his ear.

Clearly the Clan leaders thought you capable enough to not get hurt critically if they sent you a mission as important as this one. Izuna clearly needed to calm down a little. Besides, it’s not as if Madara didn’t look out for his fellow Clansmates anyways.

Madara stops abruptly, sensing a certain disturbance in the air.

There was a trap set here.

He motioned for you to stop.

You pulled at the cloth at your head, quickly stuffing it into your pocket. Madara almost forgot where he was for a moment. Your eyes were such a breathtaking colour. One that certainly would have caused any enemy to freeze up if not for some special ability they might have than for their beauty alone.

He’d heard that your eyes were impressive but up until now he’d actually hadn’t gotten the chance to see you without them.

Madara was never one to easily get distracted but right now he suddenly found himself unable to look anywhere else. He almost claimed that you had placed him under some Genjutsu. Or maybe even a curse. How else could he explain such a reaction?

Your gaze never stays in a single place for very long. Your eyes are quickly scanning your surroundings and Madara can tell that your mind has begun to work faster. Taking in much more information than you usually do.

Then, your head shoots up and your hand shoots out.

You grab an arrow seemingly out of nowhere before it comes in contact with the tree beside the two of you.

Your eyes lock on a spot far off in the forest as you reel your arms back before sending the arrow flying back in the direction that it happened to come from.

Wow.

Aren’t you just a wonder.

Izuna clearly hasn’t been on the battlefield with you yet. Being able to do something like this is a level of skill Madara hasn’t seen in someone (apart from himself and Hashirama) in a long period of time. And in someone so young.

So this is why the elders praise you so.

Why have they planned for you to one day marry into the Clan.

Madara’s own heart does this strange little dance as he watches you. He quickly pushes it aside, of course. This is not the time to be mooning over some girl like a love-sick boy. No. This is the time to focus on the battle at hand.

Time to complete the task set out for them to accomplish.

Madara follows you towards the direction you threw the arrow in.

There’s a man pinned to a tree by the arrow, just inches away from his neck and tightly to his clothing.

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“He loved you quite a bit.” You say.

He loved you too, Madara thinks. His brother had never directly said those words before - and always did his best to keep his feelings hidden but Madura did always have an inclination towards his brother’s feelings.

It seems that you might have loved him back. If your red rimmed eyes and softly gifted cloth meant anything.

And perhaps, Madara might love you as well.

He’ll keep you safe. Make sure you never look this down ever again.

Fall in love with someone that you’ve experienced loss with.

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precious-little-scoundrel · 17 days

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Is there any chance of a naughty sleepover with Ken Lemmons? Enquiring minds would love to know.

Oh how I labored over this. Not because I don’t love Kenny, I adore him in fact but in many ways I’m realizing I’ve got a significant hurdle to surmount: he’s too good for me so I rarely think of him this way. He’s not possessing the full brotherly vibes of Demarco, but he is another class of his own. I admire him too much to fully lust. Also he is baby.

However, he’s also a grease covered badass so, before I go and baby girlify him too hard, let’s take a crack at this, best of my ability and with the kind help of my babe @faegoddessog

Cock-versations || Sgt. Ken Lemmons edition 🛠

nsfw (AF!!) below the cut:

What’s this cherubic lookin’ man packing?: my vote is the most velvety soft cock, average length, average girth, lovely altogether AND he definitely curves to the left which will rub you mad, has a verrrrry large sack sporting a pronounced seam up the middle and is oddly hairless (great for tea bagging, cough cough) and his curlies, well, such as they are -they’re extra curly. DUH

A note on the wielder of the weapon: he’s nineteen, ok? Very young and green, is still quite enamoured with the act but his enthusiasm is well earned. BIG GIVER ENERGY! This is good as you two totally took each other’s virginity, and due to his adoration, patience and adept skills for tuning up any motor, you’re gonna have the most enjoyable virginity loss like, ever. 10/10 recommend. You will be so ready for him it doesn’t even hurt and it’s a blissful first thirty seconds as his angelic light shines real bright inside you. Uhem .

Other virtues: what those hands do?! He is pretty much happy and giddy to get you off anyway you ask, it brings him most satisfaction to bring you to bliss, he’s playful and he’s resourceful, his fingers are ten times better than most men’s cocks. You’ve see his attitude about everyone’s successes? Translates beautifully in bed.

Extra curriculars: THIS MAN WANTS TO PUT A BABY IN YOU HARD! I can’t explain it, maybe it’s the Arkansas coming through, his fatherly ways with his little English friends, or the way he just looks like his return would be potent, either way, ten months after he’s home you’re gonna be pushing out twins, I don’t make the rules . First set of twins, i should specify, another follows at some point.

The kids look so much like him you’re more than happy to keep replicating, he gets their little baby footprints tattooed on his shoulder, and spends every night of your pregnancy laying on his belly next to you on the couch talking to your belly. Reading Popular Mechanics to the babes and educating them on the merits of diesel vs gasoline.

He’ll then lean over and kiss your belly and whisper "sleep tight babies" (cuz HE knows there's two in there, even if you and the doctors don't) then he'll look up at you and say "It's mommy and Daddy time" before he rises to kiss you. Lots of pregnant cock warming on the front porch swing, simple but pretty new dresses spread out as a surprise on your bed and the proudest husband over everything you do. “My beautiful wife” -you’ve never heard him introduce you as anything but.

#ken lemmons #masters of the air #mota #cock-versations #Naughty sleepover

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dreamofjoys · 2 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑 ‒ 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 , 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭

scenario: rook's obsession towards you is unhealthy. he kidnaps you, uses potion to turn you into an immobile doll. and next, he takes advantage of your body, claiming that this is how he show his love to you.

tw: yandere, kidnapping, reader is turned into a doll (slight horror??), stalking, noncon, virginity loss, oral, dark content

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you want to scream, cry and kick something, but you can't. not when your upperclassmen rook hunt has you trapped in his palm.

the obsession starts off slowly. rook first saw you in nrc and decided that he wants to learn more about you. after knowing more about you, he grew protective, wanting to shield this innocent side of you. he wants you to stay this way forever, so he kidnaps you, bring you to one of his homes, fed you potions that would make you lose the ability to move or speak.

gradually, you could only lay on the bed still, unable to move, speak, or even escape. it was hell for you, seeing as to rook would personally sing you praises everyday, dress you up in different clothes, telling you how much he loves you. you could only stare into space, giving no reaction as rook continues on his duty as a "lover" ; well, it's not like you can give him any expression anyway, you are unable to do.

you thought that rook would only keep you on the bed, change your clothes, feed you potions so that you will remain immobile while he declares his undying love for you.

however, rook is a creative man. one day, he approaches you, claiming that he knows how to prove his undying love to you! lovers often have intimate sex right? so that's what he is going to do, he is going to give you his first (while also taking first) and you just have to lay there and take all of him.

you panicked when you heard about his idea. you wanted to struggle so badly when he strips off all of your clothes, marveling at your nude frame, babbling about how good you look. both of his hands went forward to cup your breast, index finger and thumb pinching at your nipples, watching it harden under his gaze. he literally has heart eyes for your body, making sure to suck on your nipples like a good "lover" that he is. he would give kisses all over your body, making sure that not a single spot is missed. your wrist, under your knees, your ankles, whatever spot that you name it, rook will give his attention to it.

he was most excited about it when he reaches your pussy, looking in awe at the pretty pink organ. what does he do when he sees something pretty? he devours it down.

rook makes sure to give a long lick down from your clit, to your folds and your hole. he absolutely loves the way you taste, and would continuously eat you out till he is satisfied.

but does rook stop there? nope. he has his thick cock ready. the head of it gathering slicks at your folds before promptly slamming himself into you. you would have screamed, except you can't, so you watch him take your virginity, feeling the head of his tip kissing onto your cervix with each sinful thrust.

he is shameless about it too, moaning your name loudly, hands roaming around your body to feel you. he gives you a kiss on the lips, but obviously you are unable to kiss him back. rook is okay with that too, because he have you under his control now, a fragile innocent doll.

you can't do anything, except watching rook ruin you and hearing the sound of your own heart breaking.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland rook #imagines #y/n #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x mc #rook hunt smut #tw yandere #rook hunt yandere #twst yandere #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #dreamofjoyskinktober2022 #dreamofjoystwst #tw noncon #tw stalking #tw dark content #fem reader

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bigtreefest · 17 days

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Chapter 1: I Don’t Curtsy

From: The Banes of the Ball Series

Pairing: Jimmy Dobyne x Heiress! Reader

Summary: You don’t enjoy attending debutante balls, but it’s all about keeping up appearances. Doing so is much easier when you’re not the one who has secrets that can ruin a reputation. You just happen to know them all…

Word count: 1,346

Content/warnings: Me knowing next to NOTHING about the southern debutante season and frankly being a little disgusted by the concept, Jimmy trying to be intimidating, mentions of societal expectations, reader holds many secrets, allusion to drinking (reader lowkey has alc in her cup, but I didn’t say it)

Author’s Note: After much discussion with @sweater-daddiesdumbdork this series is my attempt at remaking the ending of The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond. I was really unsatisfied with Jimmy’s character arc, so this is the start of his realizations of wrongdoing and redemption. I’ll do my best to set the stage for those who have not watched.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Jimmy looked around at the ornate ballroom. Pillars, chandeliers, and all. This type of scene was still much fancier than what he was used to, and he was more than ready to be done with pretending to partake in the life of luxury, but Fisher, the woman whom he was still escorting to the events of this debutante season, insisted they act as though all is well.

Fisher had received one more invitation following the debacle at the Halloween party several weeks ago, from you. She hadn’t expected anyone to acknowledge her existence anymore, given the scene that was caused over her lost earring, dishonesty, and inability to fit in. However, if anything, the scene had caught your eye, as many things tended to.

You and Fisher had grown up together, spending several years in school making jokes few others had the ability to understand. You hadn’t seen her since she had gone off to college and you had gone—well, elsewhere…for awhile.

Fisher was taken aback when she received the mail. She believed your invitation to have come out of pity, but it was anything but. To be honest, the sight of her little scene at Halloween had just brought back your fond memories. It seemed like she needed support…and maybe a friend. Either way, she would have thought herself to be a fool to not take the opportunity to raise her status once again by showing someone with such a respected reputation requested her presence.

Since returning home, your hadn’t had much say in your debut as an eligible bachelorette. Your mother and aunts had coordinated everything, from your dresses, to your appearances, to the ball hosted at your family’s manor. Your reputation was high, and according to your family, important to upkeep. The politics of these events bothered you, though. So much effort put in just to have so little say in the rest of your life once you were married off. It was a daunting truth for many women of this age.

Therefore, you were going to take every small step of defiance you could, starting with Fisher’s invitation to the ball. It killed two birds with one stone: helping her reclaim her reputation and upsetting your family with the surprise, knowing they couldn’t show their disgruntled feelings at the event for fear of improperly ‘upkeeping’ their status.

Of course, Fisher accepting your invite meant she’d bring an escort along, likely Jimmy Dobyne; someone who you already knew more about than he’d like.

You sipped your punch in a secluded corner of the grand ballroom of your family’s ancestral home, careful to keep from staining your obnoxiously ornate white dress. You surveyed the room, your escort long gone, out dancing with the girls he truly coveted. He was a cousin’s friend, doing your aunts a favor by attending these events by your side. Neither of you harbored interest for the other, though, making it easy for you to slip away and for him to schmooze as he pleased.

You’d always preferred to observe, anyway. You had developed a skill set of learning to find higher ground which allowed you to see events without drawing attention to yourself. This prompted you to learn a lot of information at several events. From your dark recesses of rooms, you’d seen it all: business dealings, less-than-savory behavior, and every secret under the sun.

This all was a product of being the only heir to your family. You had learned from a young age that if you could effectively blend into the background, that would mitigate any questioning you were prone to face. You only had to make yourself seen every so often. And sure, you still had to wear dresses to appease the aunts, but at least no one bothered you in your solace, until you were found.

Somewhere behind an exotic plant in the corner of a rarely-used staircase, you were surprised when a tall, black tuxedo crowded your view. Broad shoulders turned around and your eyes met those of Jimmy Dobyne.

You stepped out from your hiding place, knowing you would have to strike up conversation, and not wanting to expose your spot by making it look like Jimmy was talking to a plant instead of a person.

“Well good evening, James. It’s wonderful to see you here, does this mean Fisher is in attendance, as well?”

You leaned against the wall as Jimmy moved to do the same next to you, speaking to the side.

“Good evening. A nice ball your family has thrown. Yes, she’s downstairs making the rounds.”

You nodded, taking another sip of punch.

“Oh, thank you. They truly have an eye for grand things. A shame Fishy didn’t find me up here with you. I always liked her.”

Jimmy nodded. “She and I have our own interests at these types of events. I consider some of these people my friends. I am not sure if Fisher can say the same. She was surprised to see your invitation. We both were.”

“Well, yes, it’s been a long while since we’ve spoken. I do hope she’s enjoying herself.”

Jimmy let out a slight chuckle. “I hope so, as well. Why are you not out dancing? This is your family’s ball.”

It was your turn to laugh back, but it came out as more of a scoff. “I don’t enjoy playing into the traditions if I can help it. I don’t curtsy. It’s bad enough I’ve been taken away from other comforts and squeezed into this ridiculous dress. No need for another discomfort. I would be fighting against the rules just like Fisher if I didn’t believe my compliance would ultimately lead to freedom.”

Jimmy looked at you thoughtfully. “I’m not sure is Fisher is much better off. Many don’t like her and she isn’t on an easy road.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, taking in what you already knew. “It’s a shame, really. I truly do admire dear Fishy. If you ask me, she’s the only one who’s really sane at these events. Pointing out the flaws in behavior. Challenging her own father over his poor decisions.”

You trailed off before looking over and up into Jimmy’s eyes, locking in before you continued, speaking with a certain steel coldness in your voice. “She doesn’t deserve the mistreatment she faces. Especially from those she considers closest to her.”

Jimmy’s demeanor grew harder, his shoulders pulling forward in a near-attempt of intimidation. You wouldn’t waver, though. You’ve fought off worse than a single farm boy, enlisted to be a proper, well-behaved escort. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

Your lips morphed into a tight smile as your tilted your head to the side. “Oh calm down, James. Here, have a drink. It’ll settle your anger.”

You pushed your cup towards him before retracting quickly. A patronizing tone laced your voice. “Or is that what has you acting with such little decorum?”

Jimmy huffed and looked at you with a gaze that was meant to be even more piercing. “Now, what is that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged, looking off into the distance to be sure no one was paying the two of you any attention. “James. Do calm down. I don’t enjoy attending these events any more than you, and the last thing I need is for you to draw an unwanted gaze our way. My hideaway has already been discovered by one person, lest others see. You and I both do not want to be here, so let’s not make our presence emphasized. Understood?”

His nostrils flared as he threw his back against the wall once again, biting the corner of his bottom lip to hold his tongue.

“These moments of refuge in hidden places are sacred to me. They keep me out of the societal eye that I do despise, as well as let me see everything.”

You stood on your toes and leaned towards Jimmy’s ear, whispering. “And I do see everything.”

Jimmy’s face dropped in shock, but you didn’t see, having already started walking away up the staircase.

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Bonus A/N: whew, here we go, folks. Someone tell me to stop starting new series lol

#Jimmy dobyne #jimmy dobyne x reader #jimmy dobyne fanfiction #Jimmy dobyne x you #the banes of the ball #the banes of the ball series #Jimmy dobyne x heiress reader #Jimmy dobyne x heiress! reader #heiress reader #heiress! reader #Chris Evans #chris evans fanfiction

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xaphrin · 1 year

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This art from @reverseoforah has completely consumed me. Here’s some small amount of adult nonsense to go with it.

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Raven felt her heart slip into the pit of her stomach, where it beat out a frantic rhythm. On the outside, her face remained calm and indifferent, but deep in her chest she felt every nerve ending burn with heat and unfulfilled desire. She swallowed hard, gripping the pages of her book so tight she was worried she might tear the parchment.

Him again. Fuck.

This was just her luck. When she was trying to summon something completely different, she got him. Damian.

The muscular and completely nude body in front of her pushed up against her, and she felt the unmistakable press of a monstrous erection press against her heated body. He slotted the head of his cock against her in such a way that it pushed against her already swollen clit, making her gasp and tremble.

Double fuck.

“Sorceress… I didn’t think you’d call on me again so soon.” His voice was a low purr in her ear, reminding her of his last ‘terms of payment.’ That particular interaction still haunted her dreams weeks later, waking her up as her hand crept between her legs and she cried out against the sheets.

He leaned over her and smirked, his expression as devious as he was. “I believe you told me last time that we would never meet again.” His fingertips traced up her bare arm, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched, before plucking at the thin strap of her bra that had slid over her shoulder. “And yet… here we are.” He practically grinned, his sharp canines glinting in the candlelight. “Again.”

“I don’t always have control over which demon I summon.” Her voice was calm, but the demon in front of her could see right through it. He knew what his presence did to her, and he exploited that reaction to the fullest of his abilities. Raven pushed off his hand and adjusted her bra strap. “However, I need your strength.”

“Do you now? Well, consider me interested.” He leaned back on his heels, easing the press of his cock against her clit.

Raven nearly whined at the loss of contact, but she managed to keep her composure. She dropped her shoulders and stared at him, trying to look collected and aloof - everything she wasn’t right now. “I assume the terms of payment remain the same?”

“Depends on how much strength you need from me.” He stretched his wings, the soft fluttering sound of the velvet-like membrane filling the space between them. “I am happy to provide what you need…”

“For a price. An equal exchange.” Raven sighed and she rolled her eyes. “Yes. I know.”

“We can make an official contract, you know.” Damian’s eyes turned dark and he stepped back into the space between her legs. The markings along his shoulders and arms gave off a gentle glow. “You wouldn’t need to perform the spell every time you needed to utilize my power. You could call me and I would be able to assist in whatever you needed.”

Raven swallowed. “And the price of such a contract?”

His grin widened. “The payment should match the cost.” His hands dropped to her thighs, slipping his fingers under the hem of her dress, and pushing the fabric up. “Your body would be mine and mine alone.” His palms traced up her thighs and over her hips, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear. “You would have me, my strength, my power, my magic, even my immortality… and all it would cost is such a small, infinitesimal payment.”

“My pussy?”

He smirked and slid a finger between her legs, tracing the length of her through soaking wet cotton. “A bit more than that,” he purred into her ear. “Your pleasure would be mine forever.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear, and a low teasing laugh escaped. “I assure you, I am an attentive lover… but, you already know that, don’t you?”

His words reminded her again of the last time she summoned him, and she closed her eyes. To be bound to him for eternity… to give her body to him in exchange for his power… it seemed too much. Raven could never fall in love with anyone else, could never sleep with anyone else. She would be chained to Damian forever, or until he broke their contract.

He pushed her underwear aside, stroking a pad of his finger down her with a feather-light touch. “You are so wet, habibti. So ready for me.” Damian nipped at her collar bone and dragged his tongue up her neck, tracing her pulse.

“Why fight me so strongly? I know you dream of my cock entering you again.” He slid a finger inside her, and Raven sighed, her head falling back against her shoulders. She widened her legs, trying to urge him to go further than that one, teasing finger. He laughed against her neck, humming, pumping his finger in and out of her. “You fit me perfectly. Hot. Tight. Eager. Your body will never be satisfied with a human lover. You know that truth at least.”

He was right. Deep in the depths of her soul she knew he was right, and it infuriated her.

“It’s more than a fair trade.” His hand slid from between her thighs and he reached up to her underwear again, dragging it down her legs, and leaving the soft fabric to book between her ankles. A low growl escaped the depths of his throat, and he picked her up and placed her on the stone altar behind her with careless ease. “All of my power for this…” He slid two fingers inside her and Raven moaned, her voice echoing in the empty space around her.

“…this gorgeous…”

He dropped down to his knees, pushing her dress up farther.

“…delicious…”

He licked his lips and pressed hot, open mouthed kisses on the inside of her thighs.

“…delectable…”

His breath warmed her exposed clit.

“…body.”

His tongue slid up the length of her, curling around her clit in a movement that had her crying out. Her skin was drenched in sweat, her muscles pulled taut under her skin, and she felt like she was going to come any minute. Damian thrust his tongue into her in an imitation of sex, and she rode his face, desperately searching for that elusive peak. He pushed her legs almost painfully wide, his tongue bringing her right to the edge of orgasm-

-and then he pulled back.

An agonizing almost pulled at the tender parts of her, and Raven cried out, pushing against his hands that kept her pinned to the altar. She felt like she was fraying, scattered to the wind with promises too good to be true. A ragged breath escaped and she looked down in his eyes, glowing green with the true strength of his power. She could control that power - all of it - with a simple answer.

“All it takes is one, small word, Raven.” He licked the crease of her hip, sending shockwaves straight to her overstimulated clit. “A promise of your fealty to me.”

She swallowed the word in her mouth.

“Raven.” His voice was a low growl, as demonic as he was. “Give yourself to me.”

With more strength than she knew she had, Raven grabbed his horns and pulled his mouth tight against her clit. A desperate gasp of finally fulfilled pleasure ended with a breathy “Yes.”

She felt Damian smile against her for a fraction of a second before his sinful mouth redoubled its efforts against her clit. Without warning he thrust three fingers inside her, pumping quick, shallow thrusts that made her writhe and gasp against his mouth. Raven felt darkness creep up around her, shadows tying her limbs to the cool marble of the altar as Damian’s mouth and hand broke her in ways she never imagined. She pulled against her restraints, but there wasn’t the slightest budge. Splayed out like a sacrifice to Damian, she knew she was at his mercy, and she would never, ever be free again.

Her back arched as her orgasm started in the bit of her stomach before flickering outward. It was like a conflagration that started with a single spark, and she twisted against the shadows that kept her pinned, but there was no escape. Raven was helpless but to lie against the altar and let wave after wave of pleasure consume her, until there was nothing left but a shell of who she had been before. In its place was something new - someone who commanded a powerful demon, and drowned in ecstasy.

Finally Damian pulled back, and Raven sagged against the stone altar, her chest heaving as she swallowed breaths. He looked over her body, his slow grin pulling at his lips.

“The contract is complete.”

Raven swallowed, her eyes wide and her body shaking. Just what had she done?

#damirae #demonbirds #reverseoforah #adult nonsense

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gurugirl · 1 year

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Tales From the Modern Incubus | Part 19*

Summary: You make a pact (but convincing Adam takes a little more effort) and a ceremony is held in your honor. Harry has an admirer and you make sure to show her who he really belongs to more than once and Harry loves seeing you jealous. Harry is finally getting what he's wanted all along.

A/n: Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry, so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing. Also! I describe a dress that y/n wears in a ceremony scene. It's based on the fit and style of this - but in my version, it's got black lace all over and is sheer at the top (if you're curious about the vision I had). 10.1k words

Warning: SPOILERS AHEAD SMUT (including anal), exhibitionism (a naughty public display), jealousy, use of a knife, a ritual that includes cutting skin, mentions of blood, incantations, a witch makes an appearance, "satanic" things, mentions of religion and god, mentions of drug and alcohol use

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You didn’t start to feel normal again until the following day. Everything was a bit cloudy and strange for you. You had just started getting used to your new awareness and abilities and now you were suddenly feeling the loss of them. Being in a different realm for the first time was like that, you were told.

You and Harry stayed in Pandemonium to wait for more information about the details of Satan’s proposal. And then you’d go back to Earth’s realm when the time was right. Now that your real parents were being dealt with you had a lot less to worry about so you could move about more freely. Except that now you and Harry had just accepted the offer Satan had proposed. But before you could get to the nitty-gritty of that, you needed Adam to agree as well. That was part of the deal. If Adam didn’t agree the deal was off and Harry would need to find a mortal to knock up.

You and Harry sat across from Aim and Adam. Adam was still in a bit of a haze (as it was his first time in the lower realm) but he seemed to understand what was being asked of him. Sort of.

“What? You want me to join you and work for Satan. To pledge my allegiance to him? But why? I just don’t see how we can be of any use to him,” his face was set in confusion.

Aim spoke up, “It’s a bigger deal than you think, Adam. First of all, a hybrid with angelic abilities on Satan’s side? It’ll piss The Almighty off if he finds out. He’s the creator here and he thinks everyone will automatically want to claim allegiance to him. Satan likes throwing wrenches into his plan when he can and this is just a way to do that. It’s unlikely that Satan is going to have you really do any work for him,” Aim turned to look at you and then Harry, “well, he might, but mostly he just wants to piss God off with this. It's more about appearances than anything.”

Adam sat for a moment to ponder the idea. It was all still new to him. Everything was new to him, but just like you, the understanding of the truth about what he really was came quickly once his eyes were opened to it.

“But what if one day God asks me to be on his side? Will this cause some kind of struggle or will I be cast out or punished?” It was a good question. One you asked yesterday.

Harry nodded, “It won’t be like a war or anything but it could cause some issues between you and God later on. And any of God’s followers or loyal workers. But the truth is that he may never find out. At least not right away. It’s not so bad being on Satan’s side. Really. Look at me!” He put his arms out with a grin.

Adam frowned, “I don’t know. It sounds very risky. And God is the good guy, right? Like, we’re supposed to follow him? I don’t know. I was never a Christian or anything when I thought I was mortal so I may be getting it all wrong but now I’m forced to believe in all this and it sounds like I’m stepping into a trap.”

Harry and Aim both sighed and looked at one another before Aim took the floor, “God isn’t better or worse than Satan or Lucifer. Well, he might actually be worse. He’s not a nice being if that’s what you’re wondering. It’s not like good versus evil in the sense that humans talk about. It’s more like, powerful creator versus powerful outcasts.”

Adam nodded pensively, “And we’re the outcasts?”

Aim continued, “Sort of. God created the angels who defied him and even despite the fact that he made them to do certain things and act certain ways, their natural tendencies were used against them and they were cast out from heaven to figure out life on their own. The earthly realm was long a place for lost souls and angels until Satan and Lucifer joined with Eve, who we know as your mother, Lilith,” Aim kept his eyes on Adam, “and Hell was claimed as theirs and taken from God. So they ruled in Hell and from there procreated and made more angels, or demons, it’s all the same. The Bible doesn’t paint an accurate picture of reality because it was written by humans who don’t have the knowledge to speak on such things.”

Adam asked a few more questions and then stood from his chair and walked around the room in thought. You could hear Harry’s mind churning. And Adam’s. Adam was aware of why he was being asked to join the “dark side”. He knew you and Harry didn’t want to involve a human female in his duty to continue the lineage of incubus.

“Okay. I’m in. I’ll pledge my loyalty to Satan,” Adam finally relented as he shrugged his shoulders, and Harry jumped up from his seat with a grin and pointed at the handsome hybrid, “Fucking good man! This is good. You won’t regret it!”

And Harry was in such a good mood because now he could do what he’d set out to do when he originally sniffed you out. He couldn’t wait to have you pregnant with his heir. It wasn’t something he cared much about before you. He’d gotten plenty of women pregnant over the many years he’d roamed the earth, but with you it was different. You were even more powerful than he was and the bond between you two meant that this time the heir would be more powerful than ever. He didn’t know what it could bring but he envisioned that with you in the picture his status might be elevated and perhaps he’d have some notoriety gained. But mostly it was just because it was you.

Aim met with Satan separately to let him know about Adam’s decision. You, Harry, and Adam went to one of the most popular gastropubs in Pandemonium (what? Of course Hell is going to have a gastropub). You noticed how happy and upbeat Harry was. You knew why, but it was still funny to see him in such a good mood after everything. It was amazing what could happen in only a day.

“You two are going to love this place. They have amazing fish and chips. And drinks!” Harry held the door open for you and Adam as you passed through into The Abyss. The three of you sat at a table near a stage where live music was playing. It really didn’t feel like you were in Hell. This was quite posh, and it felt… normal even.

A beautiful woman approached your table and took your order for drinks. She knew Harry which shouldn’t have been much of a surprise, but when she openly flirted with him and ran her finger over his bicep right in front of you there was a heat that flitted out from your pores. You watched the woman with her pretty smile bend down and whisper into his ear, which you could actually hear thanks to your incredible senses, “Want to come over tonight? I’ve missed you, H. Seems like I haven’t seen you in so long…”

Harry quickly knocked his head toward you as he shook his head at the woman, “Oh, uh, no. Actually, this is my girlfriend, here. That’s why you haven’t seen me, been busy…” he smiled at the woman and then turned to look at you sheepishly. You weren’t returning the smile. Had Harry slept with all the kingdom of Hell? Did everyone know what he was like in the sack? He was a slut by nature but come on.

The woman stood up and appeared casual and calm, “Oh. I see. Lovely. Well,” she turned to look at Adam, “are you free tonight?” Her question was mostly in jest and as a way to save face.

Adam raised his brows and shook his head, “I’m gay, dear. Sorry.”

When she left the table with your order you kept your eyes on Harry, and you could hear him loud and clear. He looked at you with apologetic eyes and spoke quietly, “I didn’t know that she was going to serve us. But you know there’s no competition, right? Come on, little lemon love,” Harry tried to calm you by using the silly name he’d given you and you knew he was right. There wasn’t anything to worry about. But you did sense how he was pleased by being hit on right away. He liked her attention on him. Harry’s need for attention and to be favored was probably not something he’d ever get over. He was the definition of an attention whore. He loved being loved and admired.

It turned out, the drink you ordered was absolutely divine. You and Adam had never tasted such good food or drinks before. It was like everything was so perfect to your pallet that you were both moaning and gushing over how good everything tasted.

When the pretty waitress came by after you were stuffed with food and drink, she sat a dessert down on the table with a wide grin, “Your favorite, H. It was nice to see you again.”

You didn’t like the woman. You assumed once she realized he was taken she’d give up but the last little thing with the dessert for Harry had you nearly boiling. You had finally cooled off a bit when you tasted the food and she seemed to back off, but now? And you could read her mind. She wanted to try one last thing to get his attention back on her but before she could make another move you had your own idea.

You dipped your finger into the middle of the dessert as you looked at the woman, and then shoved a scoop of it into your mouth (it was heavenly), “Mmmm…” you moaned and Harry watched as you got up from your seat and grabbed the dessert, sitting in Harry’s lap. You scooped up a little more and put your finger into his mouth, “Tastes so good, doesn’t it Harry?”

Harry knew what you were doing, and he couldn’t say he didn’t like how jealous you’d gotten. He nodded and moaned around your finger. You plucked your finger out of his mouth, sat the dessert plate back onto the table, and then leaned in to kiss him. You put your fingers into his hair and his hands immediately found your bottom and you smiled at that.

To your surprise, the woman stood and watched as you kissed Harry (for only a handful of seconds) in his lap. When you broke from the kiss you spoke, loudly enough for her to hear, “Let’s go back to our room. Want to show you what tastes even better than this.”

Of course, you were just putting on a show and you hadn’t actually intended on getting Harry back to Satan’s palace where you were staying in one of the dozens of rooms. But Harry wasn’t going to pass up your offer, even if it was fake.

He scooted you off his lap and waved at Adam, “Uh… we’re going now,” he spoke and pulled you out of the pub a lot faster than you anticipated. Leaving the dessert behind on the table with Adam.

You and Harry were able to move through the distance to the palace very quickly. He held onto you and navigated you through the space and into the palace and to your room. You were still getting used to the way you could practically glide through space and get places much faster. It was certainly a very useful ability.

It was also of note that the atmosphere in Hell was similar to that of Earth but quite different at the same time. You wouldn’t say it was hotter. Dryer for sure. The sky was gray at all times, like a bright gray with a backlight but no direct source of illumination could be seen. There didn’t seem to be a setting or rising sun, but night never came either. There were stars and moons and planets visible in the sky. No clouds. You weren’t sure if it did get cloudy, or if there were seasons, or storms, or anything that you’d experienced on Earth. You just knew that by looking at the sky you were in a different place. Oxygen seemed abundant like on Earth, but the light and the lack of humidity were quite different.

When you arrived at your room you could smell his need. You two didn’t have sex the night before because you were feeling strange and the loss of your senses threw you for a loop. But now, Harry was ready and he knew you were back to feeling your abilities again.

“Harry, you know I was just trying to get her to stop hitting on you…” your words were cut off when Harry cupped your face in his hands and smashed his lips over yours. You slowly brought your hands up around his back and allowed him to take over your senses. Harry was like walking sex. Even last night, when you weren’t feeling so well, you did consider having sex with him anyway, but Harry insisted that you sleep so you could feel back to yourself. Back to normal. And if you ever needed proof that Harry loved you, well that was it. An incubus saying no to sex? Unheard of. But now you were feeling good and normal again. Which meant that you were feeling that bubbling desire for him.

And he was so ready to have at you again. He wanted to wait until there was word from Satan that the deal was accepted and then he’d get you pregnant. He would make it special and last all night. This was something more immediate. A need to show you his appreciation. To show you there wasn’t anyone else on his mind. As much as he enjoyed the way people fawned over him, he only had eyes for you.

“Are you gonna give me your babies, Harry?” You moaned as you pulled your shirt off over your head and Harry removed his shirt as he watched you expose yourself to him.

He shook his head when he grasped the back of your neck and pulled you close to him, “Not tonight. Want it to be so special. So perfect. Gonna take my time with you when I release my seed into you and make you a mom. Right now, I just need to feel you. Need you so bad…” he slowly lowered his mouth to yours.

Your lips slotted into his when he lifted you up and carried you to the large bed that was in the middle of the room.

Satan’s palace was ridiculous. The style was gothic and dark and sultry. It was kind of exactly like you’d imagine Satan’s palace to look like. All the clichéd dark onyx and red velvets, shiny black walnut wood details, dark marble and stone, granite banisters with intricate detailed carvings and figures of dark winged creatures and tortured souls in paintings on walls, carved in stone, designed into the floor… The room you were in had wide plank dark wood floors, almost black, with a thick blood red wool rug that covered most of the space. The bed was massive with soft dark red blankets, black pillow accents, a dark stone carved headboard that had gold carvings and designs all over, and what looked like horns at either side. The fireplace was directly across from the room with dark marble and gold veining that went all the way to the ceiling. The chandelier over the bed was black and gold. Thick dark red velvet curtains with black and gold designs covered the windows. It was beautiful, actually.

Harry had your pants off and dragged his own down his legs, revealing that lovely cock you had become obsessed with.

“Need to taste…” he spoke in a dark whisper as he lowered his mouth to your center. His eyes were black and his fingers pinched into your skin as he held you down and his tongue got to work on you.

Harry had you spread out on the bed as he brought you to your first orgasm with his mouth. But you missed having something inside of you. That was your favorite, getting filled to the brim with him.

“Oh?” Harry looked down at you from his spot over you when he heard your thoughts, “You’re desperate for my prick, then? Need to be stuffed with me, Y/n?” Harry’s dark smile was playful and you laughed as you pushed him.

“I need to be stuffed and fucked, Harry. All my holes need you…” you sat up and pushed him down, flat to his back as you crawled over him.

You took him down your throat and when you heard him whimpering you smiled over his cock and hummed with your dark eyes on his. You loved making him a bumbling mess.

“Fuck… I love you so much. Oh shit…” Harry gasped as he watched you suck and stroke him.

You knew he loved you. You knew he was yours. You pulled off his tip and continued using your hands over him, “No one can do it like this, Harry. Only me…” you spoke as you kissed his tip and went back down over him, making sure to keep your eyes on his.

He parted his pink lips and hissed when you reached down to grasp his balls. You sucked him slowly and rolled his sack in your hand and then lowered down until your nose was stuffed into the thatch of hair at his base. Harry gurgled a moan with a smile and put his hands into your hair, holding you in place so he could feel the back of your throat.

You always imagined that giving head was going to be a lot of hard work. You’d heard about it; you’d seen the videos of women gagging and coughing and choking. But you had no problem at all taking Harry’s large incubus cock down your throat. It’s like you were made for it. But then again, you were half demon, half angel, so your abilities extended beyond what a human could offer.

Harry began shaking and whining and panting, just like you wanted. You sort of wish that cute waitress could see how you did it. Could see the way you made Harry come so fast and so hard. If she could only see how much he loved your mouth then maybe she’d realize she had no chance.

Harry looked down at you and pulled your hair to lift you a bit, “Fuck… you want me to get her in here to watch?” He was dead serious. He’d heard your thoughts and he liked where your mind was going.

You squinted at him and shook your head, “You’d like that. Wouldn’t you? Like it when people watch you and get turned on by you? You’re my little whore, Harry,” you leaned down and nipped at his thigh and looked up at him then bit down harder. Harry closed his eyes and threw his head back. You removed your hands from his cock and his scrotum and began licking all around his groin and the inner part of his thighs. Harry’s cock was twitching and throbbing. Pre-come was beading from his slit and dripping down over his pretty frenulum.

You pushed his legs back and brushed your lips on his bottom near his balls and then did it on the other side before biting down and he began babbling your name and expletives in between.

When you lifted your face from between his legs you slowly, gently, softly grazed your finger up from his perineum, over his scrotum, up the underside of his long shaft, and to his tip and he came with a loud moan. You smiled as you watched come shoot from his slit at the tip and coat his shaft and his torso up to his butterfly tattoo. He was gasping and rutting his hips up into nothing as you just sat back and watched, “See? My little whore. I can make you come by just touching you with one finger. Is that what you wanted her to see? How good I do it and how little effort I need to put in to make you a mess with come all over yourself.”

Harry caught his breath and looked down at you with a grin, “Sure. I think it would be hot actually. She’d probably love to see me all messy and coming from just a touch. Then she’d know you’re the only one for me.”

You laughed. He had no shame whatsoever.

Harry sat up and grabbed you by the front of your throat and licked into your mouth. You were pulled up to your knees as Harry moved you to straddle him, “Now we’ve got two more holes to take care of. Pussy first,” he whispered as he centered his tip to your entrance.

When he pulled you down over him it was a snapping pinch that made you gasp with wide eyes and Harry grinned, “Hold on to me my love.”

You grasped onto Harry’s shoulders and he began to fuck into you hard. His balls slapped into your bottom and your hole was being ravaged by his large dick. You had no words at the moment as your body and soul parted. Harry gave you no mercy as he pounded away into you. His strength was astounding. There was no way any mortal could fuck you from the bottom like this. Your sight became hazy and your ears began to buzz and ring. The pain from the way he was impaling you spurred you on and you were sure you were shouting and yelping and making a ruckus but your senses were focused on the way your orgasm was melting down over you, from the top of your head and over your shoulders, down your spine and bursting out over Harry.

You heard him laugh when you wet him and the bed below. He pulled out and watched your pussy spray little gushes over his thighs as you shivered and reached down to rub your clit because you needed the friction. Harry pushed you down and put his mouth over your cunt and drank you up. Your orgasm liquified your brain and your body was only responding to how Harry played it. He was a master at making you come and squirt and quiver.

But then before you were totally aware, he pulled you back into his lap and plunged into your bottom, your sphincter hole stretching around his big cock and you were a goner. You both were. Harry loved fucking your ass and anal was a new favorite thing (well, technically everything was new to you). It made you feel even closer to him somehow. Your souls had already merged but anal was like the binding around it all. Which absolutely sounds insane to you when you’re not getting fucked in the ass, but every time he entered you from behind the way it felt was indescribable.

“Let’s get Miguel in here and the girl so they can both watch… see how we make each other come,” Harry's cock was disappearing into your hole and you were grunting at each thrust as you nodded.

“Yeah. Show them both how it’s done. No one does it like you, Harry…” you felt your insides quivering when you looked into Harry’s eyes.

You both watched one another as you fucked. Sweat formed under your thighs that were pressed over the top of Harry’s. You leaned in and bit his lip and then backed away only to have him smack your bottom hard and you gasped with a smile.

“That’s right, baby… Miguel wouldn’t know what to do with his virgin ass watching you get fucked by a demon in the ass.”

You were both so close, you were moaning together and sliding him in and out, your wet pussy was throbbing around nothing as your other hole was getting stuffed when you heard a knock at the door and turned to watch it swing open at that moment.

It was Adam and Aim. They both casually walked in and closed the door behind them and you looked at Harry with your mouth still dropped open and heavy breaths falling from your mouth.

“Kind of in the middle of something here, guys…” Harry groaned but kept himself buried inside of you, his knees bent slightly.

Adam crossed his arms over his chest and laughed, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Aim scrunched his brows together and looked at Adam and then toward you and Harry, “We have important news. Could you cover yourselves, please?” Aim turned away. But Adam kept his eyes on you and Harry.

Harry held you to his body and pulled the blanket over your lower half to hide from Aim at his request. Not that Harry cared much if anyone saw. And you were sort of okay with it yourself. After having Adam watch you and Harry and knowing people could hear you, well, it was a turn-on. Who were you even?

Aim walked toward the fireplace and pulled at his collar in discomfort, “Satan has agreed to have you on his side now that Adam is in. He’ll expect you to report to him when he needs. Harry, your duties don’t change and he said he wants to hear back next week with your progress update, which I think we can see is going well…” Aim cleared his throat and looked at Adam, “Adam, I have some associates I’d like you to meet, and when you two are done here,” Aim gestured at you and Harry but did not turn to look, “Y/n, please come find me so we can get some paperwork done and go over ground rules, which I’ve already completed with Adam.”

You shifted and Harry squeezed your bottom under the covers, “Yeah… Okay. Uh… I’ll find you,” you responded, still breathless.

“Okay. Good. I’ll see you later,” Aim hurried toward the door and Adam followed behind, not as in a rush as Aim was. Before Adam closed the door he looked back in and winked at you and Harry.

Harry laughed and jerked his hips upward, the tip of cock reaching deeper yet and you moaned, “Fuck me, Harry.” And so he did.

You and Harry lay on the bed for a bit in recovery from the activity. You felt him get up and watched as he moved off the bed and opened the door to the massive walk-in closet before coming back onto the bed with you. He held up a joint and lighter and put his back against the pillows and lighted it up, inhaling a big breath of the smoke into his lungs.

You sat up and watched him, “Can I try?”

Harry nodded and handed you the rolled-up, lit joint. You repeated what you saw Harry do, placing the end between your lips and you inhaled. You quickly pulled the joint out and coughed and hacked, bending forward as you held the joint up, the stinky smell permeating around you. Harry took it from your fingers and you continued coughing a bit.

“You okay, sweet girl?” Harry chuckled as he rubbed your back.

You looked at him and nodded, “Need water.”

And that was your first experience trying weed. The water cooled your throat and a few minutes later you felt the tiny buzz and relaxation weed was supposed to give.

You and Harry lay naked on the bed and you tried a few more puffs until you got used to the way it felt in your throat, not inhaling so aggressively the next few times.

You laughed, “I’m such a sinful creature now. Thanks to you.”

Harry nudged you and smiled, “Nah. No such thing. You’re just a being doing exactly what you are meant to do. Everything you do is part of your path. God made the cannabis plant. Humans deemed it sinful. Humans say a lot of shit is sinful when it’s not really.”

You had come to this realization slowly. It was still hard to wrap your mind around all that you’d learned, but you were starting to embrace it all.

When you got dressed you and Harry found Aim and you signed your contract after he explained your new role. And there was an additional document as well. One that would bind you and your child (to-be) to Satan and his work. It hadn’t been part of the original verbal agreement so you hesitated to sign it.

“This wasn’t part of the request. Why am I signing this now?” You pointed at the document and looked toward Harry and then Aim.

Aim sighed, “I know, but this was sort of just understood as part of the agreement. Since you’ll be giving birth to Harry’s heir, this is protocol. All of his heirs are promised to Satan. It’s part of the deal Harry was born into. So, if you don’t agree then the whole thing is off.”

So you signed it. What else were you going to do? It made sense that this was already part of the plan, grandfathered in so-to-speak, based on Harry’s status. But you were caught off guard a little. Though, you couldn’t see the harm.

The contracts were placed in a book and locked away and then there were just a couple more things Aim needed before you were free to go.

Along with signing your life over to Satan, you had agreed to give him a sample of your blood, and a lock of your hair, and you’d receive his mark. The mark of the beast. The mark is actually just a small chip that was to be implanted in your wrist for the purpose of buying things and making any kind of financial transaction. And it was also a symbol of your loyalty to the Dark Lord. But it wasn’t like it was some evil thing that you were always warned about. Even God did this with his loyal followers only it’s called the Seal of God and it does the exact same thing the Mark of the Beast does. It gives the ability for angels and spirits to make financial transactions in Heaven and is a symbol of their devotion to The Almighty.

An old woman, a witch you learned, came into the room and drew your blood and cut a chunk of your hair out. She sealed the vial of blood and your hair into a small wooden box with carvings and your name engraved on a gold plate at the top. She never spoke a word to you or Harry.

She pointed to your wrist with a knife she held in her hand and a small metal object in her other. You flipped your wrist upward and she held onto your forearm, speaking some kind of incantation over the knife, which she had pressed the flat part of the blade over her heart. She snapped her fingers and pointed the tip of the knife to the flesh on the underside of your wrist before pushing the blade into your skin. It was only a small slice but you hadn’t expected it.

You winced as she removed the blade and held the knife up toward your face and she stuck out her tongue. You stuck your tongue out, following what you assumed was her direction and she placed the blade over your tongue and you tasted your blood. She whispered words you were unable to understand and you felt Harry’s hand holding your free one.

She sat the knife down and the small metal object she held was suddenly shining and bright as if it were alive. She inserted it under your skin where she’d cut you open.

Pressing your wound down with her thumb and continued her strange whispers and closed her eyes, tilting her head back to face up toward the ceiling. Her whispers turned into a peculiar chant, maybe not even words.

You felt your wrist burn and the heat traveled up your arm and it drew tears from your eyes. The burn turned into an ache, and then a sharp pain traveled over your spine and you gasped as you tried to hold it together. Harry squeezed your hand and you heard him tell you it was going to be okay and you knew it would but it hurt.

When the witch released your arm the pain was gone and the small slice in your skin healed completely. You flipped your arm over and inspected your skin but it looked as if nothing had happened.

The old woman stood up and took the knife and box with her as she left the room in silence.

You were stunned. You hadn’t expected this. You looked at Harry and then the door opened up. Aim entered with a smile, “You’re one of us now. Congratulations, Y/n.”

It felt surreal. You were now Satan’s follower. This was not something you ever imagined in your wildest dreams. You lifted your wrist up again at to look at and touch the skin but it was like there was nothing.

Adam and Sam followed in the door behind Aim. Adam looked a little out of sorts but he had a smile on his face. You assumed he’d gone through the same ritual you’d just experienced.

“Tonight, we will party and celebrate our new members,” Aim said with a laugh, “This won’t be like any party you’ve ever gone to so prepare yourself and keep an open mind.”

Harry tried to prep you for what was to come. You had a dress waiting for you in the room. Black silk and lace. Black stilettos and gold jewelry with rubies rounded out the outfit.

The dress had long sleeves and the front neckline plunged so far down it almost met your belly button. There were two high slits at the front skirt of the dress so that when you stepped forward, it showed your leg up to your hip. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever put on. The lace along the front was sheer and there was no wearing a bra underneath. Your breasts were visible under the material though the material’s pattern covered very specific areas around your nipple, it was still noticeable. The lace continued down through the skirt of the dress but the bottom had silk under so you were at least partially covered.

Harry kept begging you for another round before you could leave the room but you were full of nerves and knowing the little you did about what was to come, there was no way you’d be wanting to have a quickie until everything was over.

The party was going to be an orientation of sorts. A celebration for the newcomers but since you and Adam were hybrids it was a big deal. There were other hybrids in the kingdom, but you and Adam were heirs of high beings. Your pedigree proceeded you.

And you learned that some of the guests might not be so fond of you. Most would welcome you and Adam but some were going to be more difficult to convince. The fact was that with Lilith and Asmodeus in trouble, it caused a bit of a stir. Many were fond of them but now you and Adam had come into the picture and it left a big question mark for some. There were rumors flying about what had really happened. A lot of theories were being thrown around, which was getting mixed with opinions, and biases. And some of the beings weren’t so sure you and Adam were actually innocent in everything. Especially when they learned that you’d be carrying the heir of an incubus. It was all very sudden and unexpected.

Harry warned you to ignore the whispers and the looks. He told you there would be a few that might make comments to get under your skin. But it all made you nervous.

As you and Harry walked into the massive ballroom it felt like all eyes were on you. Your dress was outstanding and you had to admit, you looked very very good.

One of the first guests to come greet you was Danny. You remembered him from when you and Harry were in hiding and he came to you in astral form.

In-person and up close, he was far more attractive than you realized. His eyes were light blue and his smile was cute. He held an air of all-knowing but it was tampered by a boyish charm that made him seem approachable. He lifted your arm and kissed the top of your hand as he bowed down, “Greetings to the beautiful guest of honor.”

He stood back up and looked at Harry, “Hello, handsome,” his smirk was cocky and not too unlike the smirk Harry often shared.

He led you and Harry to your table at the front where Adam, Sam, Aim, and another woman sat.

“Tomorrow, I’d like to see you both,” Danny looked from you to Adam, “for some training and one-on-one question and answer. It’s important to your status and it’ll be necessary for me to gage where you are in your journey of understanding your role and what you’re capable of.”

You looked at Harry and back to Danny with confusion. You weren’t sure if this was normal or not. Harry leaned toward you and spoke quietly, “It’s just part of the education for you. It’s protocol.”

You nodded and looked back at Danny and you gasped when you saw his form change. He was Harry’s doppelganger. You looked at Harry beside you and then back to Danny who was now back in his normal form. He laughed, “Sorry about that. I tend to take on the shape and appearance of the thing you desire the most. Who was I? Harry?” He looked at Harry and winked.

“He’s fucking with you. He transforms into whatever he wants and if he sees what you want he’ll shift into because he can,” Harry looked at Danny, “Don’t mess with her tomorrow. I don’t want any funny business while she’s meant to be learning.”

Danny left as you sat down at the table. You noticed right away how close Sam and Adam were sitting to one another and the way they were flirting. The woman next to Aim was gorgeous. You’d come to realize how beautiful celestial beings were. Demons, angels, and everything in between were alluring and sensual by nature.

The woman lifted her hand toward you, “I’m Aggie It’s an honor to meet you.”

You shook her hand with a smile and blinked your eyes. She was absolutely breathtaking and you felt Harry’s elbow push gently into your side when you’d been staring a little too long.

You laughed quietly, “It’s nice to meet you, Aggie. I’m Y/n.”

Aggie’s grin widened and her eyes were sparkly and entrancing, “Oh, my lovely girl, I know who you are. Aim has told me all about you and you’re the guest of honor tonight, along with Adam here,” she turned to look over at Adam. Adam smiled at you and Harry and then turned back to Sam.

And the more beings you met the more you understood the allure of these fellow members of the kingdom you were now part of. Everyone was smart and sexy and had something about them that drew you in.

Harry brought you around and introduced you to as many people as he could before the event was to start. You were handed a drink and whisked around the room and it felt a little bit like you were in the ballroom scene from the movie The Labyrinth only your dress was far more revealing and in black. Everything was so pretty and everyone was so pretty and ethereal. You felt dizzy with nerves and excitement and wonder. But then when you noticed a few dark eyes on you, some looks that were just the opposite of appreciation you started to feel your anxious nerves rise up into the smallest ball of fear. It was only the tiniest little edge of panic but you felt it and you knew they wouldn’t hurt you, but they also certainly wouldn’t be in support of you.

When you and Harry were seated again you looked to the front of the room where dark curtains were slowly pulled back and music that had been playing as background noise began to quieten. A tall, slender man walked to the center of the circle enclosure where the curtains were pulled back and lights showed behind him, illuminating two high-back chairs with black silky cushions and golden legs and arms.

“All who are here tonight, the damned, the delighted, the dead…” his voice bellowed and the crowd laughed, “please rise.”

Everyone stood up and faced the circle enclosure and you felt your heart rate increase at the drama of it all.

“Here to begin the festivities of the night, to welcome our newest members and fellow lost souls, is our Dark Lord and savior,” the music had changed to something choppy and exciting but dark as the volume slowly began to rise, “the one who leads us into temptation,” people began to cheer and clap, “the most feared enemy of our great enemy,” the music continued to increase, making the whole scene feel like a wild spectacle, “the Prince of Lies, the Angel of Disaster, our Prince of Power and Air…” the slender man flailed his arms as Satan appeared behind him with a light show cascading over his frame, “Satan!”

The whole room went crazy. Whistles and claps and shouts and whoops across the ballroom and the music was loud and dramatic. Satan was even taller than the tall slender man who introduced him. The man was gone in a flash as Satan walked toward the front of the enclosure and waved. You realized people had their heads down, eyes averted from him, yet they were still clapping and howling his praise.

Satan basked in the adulation and the smell of smoke and sulphur filled your senses. Slowly, the room calmed and people began to take their seats when Satan lowered his hands in a signal to the guests.

Harry pulled your hand into his and brought it up to his mouth and pecked the top of your knuckles. You felt immediately calmer.

“Tonight we have two special guests who have pledged loyalty to me and to our kingdom. We will greet them both with open arms. I know you’ve all heard a little about who we are celebrating tonight, and it’s true that they are both angel and demon, heirs of high demons and high angels. Their power is useful and we are grateful for their allegiance,” he walked toward the chairs, his heavy steps heard through the silent ballroom, and turned, gesturing his arms toward you and Adam, palms facing up, “Adam, Y/n… please stand up and come forward.”

Harry gave you one last quick squeeze before you were standing up and walking in step with Adam toward the Dark Lord. The table was near the front, close to the enclosure where Satan stood so you didn’t have to endure walking in your stilettos for too long before you were ascending the marble stairs toward where you were begin ushered.

Satan gestured toward the chairs for you and Adam to sit. You had a view of everyone in the room from your seat. The whole room was staring at you and Adam. Looking at every bit of you their eyes could see, making assumptions and conclusions about you based on your appearance and what they’d heard about you. It was empowering to you. Somehow, this made you feel like part of something special. You were nervous and felt vulnerable, but it felt like a place to belong.

Once again, the presence of Satan was so interminable and heavy you could almost taste it. You could feel his power every time you were near him. It was almost suffocating. Even the way he breathed sounded powerful.

He stood in between your chair and Adam’s and placed his hot hands on your shoulder and called on the Order of the Fly. A man, not much shorter or smaller in stature than Satan stepped to the side of the encirclement and then spoke, “Princes and dignitaries of the Order please come forward.”

Six men and one woman got up from their seats and approached the circle enclosure standing next to the man who called them up. They were each dressed in long black robes and carried a book in their hands.

“Ministers of the Office, Ambassadors, and Justices approach.”

Maybe two dozen men (you couldn’t tell how many) in charcoal robes came forward. No books to be seen. They all stood on the opposite side of the encirclement so that you, Satan, and Adam were surrounded by the court.

One of the men wearing a black robe and holding a book had a round face and red hair and began to speak, “I am Berith, Great Pontiff of Hell. I will be the mouthpiece for the Order tonight.”

And so it began. Berith spoke about the great responsibility and the great reward of serving as a devoted member for the kingdom of Hell under Satan and Lucifer. Berith apologized for Lucifer’s absence and made a joke about how he was sure everyone was surprised by the news that he wouldn’t be joining that evening (apparently it was known that Lucifer didn’t attend events that weren’t in his honor nor was he ever expected to be there – so Berith’s joke was confusing to you at first but Harry filled you in later).

The princes and dignitaries of the court each read a small line from the books they held. Once the seventh had read their passage a stringed instrument began playing and Satan walked to the front of the encirclement before the crowd, “Brothers and Sisters, let’s enjoy tonight and welcome our honorific guests with open arms!”

Everyone stood from their seats and clapped as the music got louder and the Order of the Fly stepped down from the circle and went back to their seats. You saw Harry at the table near the front and he smiled at you. It felt absolutely absurd. Exciting but certainly not real. It felt like a fever dream.

The curtains closed and you, Adam and Satan were now hidden from the room, backstage.

Satan put his hands out to you and Adam, “It’s time for you to enjoy the party. You may return to your seats.”

You grabbed onto his hand and it felt like it could burn you it was so hot. Just on the edge of being too hot but not enough that you’d singe. You got to your feet and Satan led you and Adam through the back and opened a door that led to the ballroom.

You and Adam looked at one another with the same expression – almost as if to ask the other did that really just happen?

Back at your table food was served along with more drinks. There was a stringed quartet playing music while you were enjoying the dinner. You became convinced that the food in Hell was better than it was on Earth. There was something very special about every bite you took and every sip you swallowed.

Harry kept his hand at your thigh when it wasn’t draped over the back of your chair. Before the real party began, with entertainers and dancing and drugs (that’s what Harry told you at least) you lost sight of Sam and Adam. You and Harry had sort of been in your own world. Aim and Aggie were still at the table and Aim was the first to speak up about it, “So, I think our lovebirds went to go have a party of their own,” he laughed.

You weren’t too surprised. With the way they were flirting all night and they’re both not hard on the eyes either.

But then Aim pointed at Harry and narrowed his eyes, “Do not get any ideas.”

When the tables were pulled away and new seating was placed along the edges of the room, servers came around with drinks and the music played with a more upbeat tempo. The lights were dimmed, the encirclement was raised, the curtains pulled back and a full band suddenly appeared (the one that had begun playing the upbeat tempo). At the opposite side of the room there was another stage where men and women were dancing beautifully, not wearing anything other than glitter and jewelry. Within the crowd of people there were pockets of magic displays and fire tamers. The guests began dancing and Harry pulled you into the middle with Aim and Aggie in tow. The music was fast paced and you weren’t a dancer so you weren’t exactly sure how to move your body in a way that wouldn’t look ridiculous. Your revealing dress and high heels didn’t help matters either.

But it didn’t matter. Everyone was in their own world, dancing and singing and watching the random entertainers who would walk by with their magic tricks or unusual skill set that would draw attention.

And Harry was right. There were drugs. And it wasn’t just marijuana either. A woman walked by carrying a box with a strap that went around her shoulders and it reminded you of the old pictures you’d seen of the cigarette girls at parties during prohibition. Only inside of these boxes were illicit drugs. Things you’d never in your wildest imagination dream of seeing in person. And it was all free.

“Does everyone use drugs here?” You asked Harry as he had his arm around your waist and he was swaying you around with him.

Harry laughed and shook his head, “No. But many do. It’s just not illegal here or penalized like it is on Earth. Humans like to make rules to hurt the most vulnerable, like jailing people for using drugs. Even in Heaven, drugs are fine,” he swung you away from him and then back into his arms, “Angels, demons, and humans all use drugs and have been since the beginning of time. We all like to get a little fucked up now and again. But in Hell there are less consequences and less stigma. And less crime because of it.”

You still had so much to learn. You watched people snorting cocaine, smoking joints, smoking pipes, taking pills, and everything in between. It felt strange to look at the spectacle and not judge the beings for using the drugs. But things were different here.

Many people came up to you and greeted you. Some kissed you and hugged you. Others shook your hand and chatted for a bit, asked questions… it felt… welcoming. It felt like you belonged.

But Harry wasn’t wrong about there being some who wouldn’t welcome you. There would be some who would keep their distance and immediately not like you based on things they’d heard that weren’t true. You saw the glares and felt their coldness. But you tried not to let it get to you. You stuck by Harry’s side and it helped keep you grounded.

At some point, you didn’t know where Aim and Aggie had gone but you and Harry were dancing close and he was holding your hips and talking into your ear, purposely trying to get you riled up. You had your hands on his chest as you both swayed and his lips would go from small kisses on your neck to brushing the shell of your ear with whispered words.

“I can smell you. Your sweat, your pussy…” his fingers gripped your hips tight as he pressed himself to you close, “gonna lick up every drop of moisture from your skin tonight.”

You bit your lip and listened to him tell you what he was going to do to you. And it was all true. You were sweaty from all the dancing and your pussy was a little wet too. Everything in the ballroom that was happening was erotic. The naked dancers, people swaying and grinding together on the floor, and there were even people having sex on the couches and chairs along the walls of the room. Fully nude demons and angels fucking with no shame. It was kind of hot. Everyone was so sexy.

But as hot and sexy as everything was, you also needed to pee quite bad and you hated to break from the moment but you pressed at his chest and looked up at him, “I have to pee.”

The bathroom was all black and gold and sparkly. Everything about the palace you were in was fancy and breathtaking, like all the people. You relieved your bladder and washed your hands when the woman you met earlier, the server who tried to hit on Harry, walked up to the sink next to you and started to wash her hands. You looked at her through the mirror and she glanced at you but went back to washing her hands.

You found it odd that she didn’t greet you and maybe it was all the alcohol or your own dislike toward her but after you dried your hands you leaned your hip to the counter and faced her. You waited for her to finish but she didn’t turn to look at you.

When she moved to leave you stepped in front of her, blocking her path, realizing you were a few inches taller than her, thanks to your stilettos. You laughed and it came out darker than you intended, a menacing chuckle that you’d never heard come from yourself before.

She cleared her throat and tried to step around you but you pressed your back into the door and spoke, “What? No hello? No welcome to the fold? You flirt with my man right in front of me but won’t acknowledge me, the guest of honor?”

You really didn’t know what had gotten into you but you wanted her to know her place. You could read her thoughts easily and she didn’t like you. But that wasn’t your concern. You didn’t care if she liked you or not. It was her sneaky little lingering contemplation about how she was going to get Harry’s attention. And when she finally looked into your eyes you smiled at her ridiculous recent memory.

She’d tried hitting on him again just now. That’s why she was here. She followed you to the bathroom so she could have a moment alone with him and he brushed her off.

You laughed and brought your hand up to her long hair, wrapping a small curl around your pointer finger, “Maybe it’s hard for you to comprehend this but Harry is mine. He doesn’t want you, as you just learned. Again. Do you know what we did after we left the pub earlier today? When we didn’t eat the dessert you gave to Harry?”

You saw her swallow and the look in her eyes narrowed as she got angrier.

“Yeah. I bet you’d like to know. It was dirty and hot. So satisfying. Mouth watering. And soon you’ll be seeing me carrying his heir. His cock is mine. His soul is bonded to me. You’re a bore to him. And to me too quite honestly. Know your place,” you let go of her hair and brought your hand up to her temple, touching the small space between her eye and her ear, “I can hear every stupid thought in your brain your right now. You’re pathetic.”

And with that, you turned and walked out of the bathroom. Harry was waiting for you by the door. He was smirking at you, “What did you do to her?”

You smiled and brought your hands up over his chest and pressed him into the wall, “I just told her whom you belong to,” you pressed your lips to his and took his hand, pulling it down to your center where you were wet (it was easy access with your high front slit), and you lifted your leg over his hip and pressed your mouth over his.

Harry sputtered out a laugh in disbelief, “What have you done with my sweet little lemon love? Hmm?” He kissed you back and slid his fingers over your clit and smiled against your lips, “Need me, baby? Want to make her jealous? Is that why you’re all grabby with my hands?”

You smiled and shrugged, “Maybe.” And you weren’t sure why you did it, but maybe it was to make her jealous. You wanted her to see Harry touching you and not her. You knew you’d absolutely lost your mind when rolled your hips into his hand.

Harry pushed his fingers inside and kept his thumb on your button as he slowly dragged his long digits in and out. You knew that she’d see the whole show if she just stepped out of the bathroom. The slit in your dress was so high and you weren’t wearing panties and with Harry’s hand stuffed in your cunt, there was no way to hide what was happening.

You held onto his shoulders and tightened your leg over his hip as he worked your pussy. Harry leaned in to kiss your neck as his hand grew wetter and wetter.

With the moments of quiet, the girl thought the coast was clear so she stepped out of the bathroom and the first thing she saw, just as you’d hoped, was your wet pussy being fucked with Harry’s long, ringed fingers.

You and Harry both turned your heads toward her and smiled, your eyes were droopy because you were already being worked into an orgasm, but you still managed a good grin at her.

Harry pulled his fingers out of your cunt and lifted his hand, putting his middle finger into his mouth and moaning before popping it out and holding it out to the girl, “Oh, did you want a taste of the best pussy in all the realms?”

Her eyes widened and she scowled, “Doubt that…” she said under her breath and Harry scoffed before moving your leg down and he dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands on your hips, and lifted your leg up over his shoulder.

He looked at the girl and shook his head, “Your existence is boring and you have no taste. Please go so I can eat,” and with that, he dug his face into your cunt and you held onto his shoulders and moaned, throwing your head back.

You were feeling the magic of the realm. The freedom, the openness, the spontaneity. It was different being in the lower realm. Not like it was on Earth. You felt the gravity, the heat, the confidence, and the boldness of the others around you. It melted away any bit of reserve you felt (well mostly), enough that you were getting eaten out in public so you could make a point to someone who thought she could have your man.

The girl was long gone by the time you orgasmed and Harry’s big cock was nearly bursting from his pants. He already had a big cock even when not hard so getting hard while he was wearing pants tended to be a bit of a problem for him.

“Let’s go back to our room. I think you’ve been present long enough,” Harry’s face was slick with you and you wiped his chin with your palm as you tried to calm your panting breaths with a nod.

You and Harry wasted no time in getting back to the big bed that sat waiting for you to use. The fire was already lit and the candles on the mantle were flickering with gentle light against the wall and ceiling.

Harry’s black eyes were devouring your body as you slid your dress off. He watched you as he slowly removed his shirt and then his pants. He was gearing up to do what he did best. What he was created to do. He was an incubus after all, with a big cock that was used to pour fertile seed meant to impregnate a womb with his heir. It wasn’t like when it was just fucking. When it was time for him to plant an heir, his ritual was sacred and he was about to share it with you. You were about to find out what it was really like to be properly defiled by an incubus.

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y’all walk with me in the five minutes i have left of free time ;;

tw: suicide attempt, parental abuse

toge who has been an idol since he was a child x new and upcoming idol yuuta

• toge who grew up in a famous family who immediately pushed him to the limelight since the moment he was born

• he was one of the youngest child idols at the time, he’s always had a voice that captured attention and was exploited for it.

• he spent his entire childhood isolated from others, homeschooled, no friends, no choice in what he got to do or who he got to talk to, and under the scrutiny of the public’s eye

• his parents even forced him to take specific medications to keep his voice from changing, they withheld affection but paraded him around like a prize dog.

• everything changed after his suicide attempt.

• he woke up in a hospital for the first time, voice gone from his attempt, and lifeless with disappointment.

• his parents were furious at the loss of his voice and the attention he drew to them, to the point where they couldn’t even disown him without public scrutiny.

• years go by and toge remains in the spotlight for his looks and dancing ability. he’s often involved in movies/series that involve mute characters, but he’s far from the popularity he used to have.

• it’s at one of the fan meet and greets before his attempt that yuuta meets toge for the first time.

• yuuta had grown up completely normal, and had watched a few shows that featured toge. he’d always been awed by him, there was such an untouchable aura about him that always captured everyone’s attention.

• when yuuta hears that there’s a meet and greet, he doesn’t even hesitate. yet when he’s finally there, naturally he freezes up.

• the security is rushing him, his hands are sweaty, and there’s a growing line behind him. part of yuuta is ready to run far away, yet it’s toge who waves the security away. who smiles at him kindly, takes his hand gently, and talks to him patiently.

• yuuta blurts out that someday he wants to shine as bright as him, and that’s the only moment toge’s eyes dim. but the shorter boy smiles regardless, and on his card, he writes, “i hope you shine brighter than the stars in the sky. i’ll be waiting for your debut! - your first fan, toge.”

• a few years later, the news breaks that one of the biggest child stars has just attempted to take their life.

• for the first time, toge seemed human to him. he’d always had impressive acting ability, and his glow on stage when he danced never wavered, but his eyes were what gave him away. even looking back to their first meeting, they seemed so sad that he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

• so for years, yuuta works hard with his childhood friend as his manager to rise in the ranks. he gets his big break when the biggest recording studio in the country discovers him and sends him an offer to sponsor him with a new, male idol group.

• he doesn’t even hesitate to say yes and soon he’s meeting his fellow members, megumi and yuuji.

• gojo, the owner of the studio, lets him in on a little secret, he’s trying to recruit toge too.

• cue yuuta being interviewed and always hinting at his celebrity crush, unknowing that toge has been watching the group since it was announced.

• toge at this time has mainly switched to acting roles, where he meets maki on-set of a movie. and panda who works as a camera technician. they’re his best friends, and he’s finally out of his parents house, but still feels compelled to cater to the public. yet not enough to join a full-blown idol group.

• the black-haired boy who sings his heart out on stage seems familiar, but he just can’t put his finger on it.

are you still walking with me because i’m kind of sprinting now <3 i just think toge deserves to be dazzled by idol yuuta who still fumbles his way talking to him shyly up close, i love that for him

please picture yuuta pushing his hair back and winking on stage to toge in the crowd, turning around to go to his dressing room and immediately collapsing into a blushing, pathetic pile of mush.

toge, hiding in the crowd in disguise, red-faced and wondering when his shy fan turned into a heartthrob who could flirt

i always say this but feel free to ask me any questions about any au’s or works i have, i will absolutely avoid my homework to answer you <3

#inumaki toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge #jjk panda #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #idol au

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Various Slasher Prompts! This list includes: Brahms Heelshire, Ghostface, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees, Asa Emory, Jesse Chromeans, Severen Van Sickle and Bo Sinclair. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🔪❤️🩸(Special thanks to my bestie @tinalbion!)

1. You’re either born with unique doll-like features or you’ve gotten extensive plastic surgery to look like a doll. Either way you have the face, hair and body of a life size porcelain doll. You’re beautiful and look practically perfect in every way. But it’s sort of uncanny how you dress and do your makeup and hair to look so much like a living doll, almost like you’re an imitation of a human. How does Brahms react? How do you react when you meet this man who’s been living in the walls and wears a porcelain doll mask?

2. Resident Evil Village Crossover: You’re a doll maker like your sister, Donna. You may or may not have mutations and/or the ability to bring dolls to life and control them like she did. After Claudia’s and your parents’ deaths, all you and Donna had left was each other. Naturally, you were very close. You made dolls together, tended to the garden, and left flowers at Claudia’s grave periodically. You were the only person Donna showed her face to, but she still had bad days where she couldn’t bring herself to take off the black veil. Not even for you. You’d never leave the house or go to the village without her because she wouldn’t let you. She used her dolls to keep watch over you while she was away. She always accompanied you outside, afraid something bad would happen if she wasn’t there to protect you.

After her death, there’s nothing left for you in Romania. You’ve never been allowed to step outside the village walls before because of how agoraphobic and overprotective your dear sister was. You’re scared and anxious to travel abroad all alone, but you have no reason to stay here. After burying Donna with Angie in the family cemetery and giving your final goodbyes, you leave Beneviento Manor without looking back. You travel to England, only bringing your personal favorite doll and some small yet precious family mementos that you cherish.

Somehow you meet Brahms and it’s remarkable how alike he is to both you and your deceased sister. Like Donna he has dark hair, hides his face, and speaks through or otherwise uses a doll that’s important to him to communicate. He, too, loves to play games like Hide-and-Seek with his victims. He’s lonely and doesn’t want you to leave the Heelshire mansion either, just like how Donna forbade you from leaving Beneviento Manor without her. Like you, his life is marred by tragedy. His entire family is deceased and he has lived alone in a creepy old house since his parents committed suicide, just like how you and Donna spent your lives after you lost your own parents in the same manner. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Brahms was a long lost brother of yours that was separated from you at birth. Maybe it’s fortunate he has no blood relation to you. So what happens now? (Platonic or Romantic is up to you)

3. Ghost of Thornton Hall AU: You’re Brahms’ twin sister and were beloved not just by your family, but by the entire village. Everyone who knew you loved you. While Brahms was “odd”, you were everything but. Your parents tried to love you and Brahms equally, but you inevitably became their favorite child. When you died with your brother in a house fire, the village suffered a great loss and everyone mourned you deeply. Even 20 years later, your absence is still felt by the village. Flowers and gifts are left at your grave. Your epitaph reads, “Dear Sweet Y/N, Please Come Back”. Rumors and ghost stories spread that you and your brother still haunt Heelshire Manor. Village children make up the rhyme, “Fire So Red, Night So Black, Dear Sweet Y/N, Please Come Back,” and dare each other to recite it in the cemetery at night over and over until they scare themselves silly. Except you didn’t actually die. You were sent away after Brahms nearly killed you. It was a terrible accident and he never meant to hurt you, but it was too much for your parents to bear. So they faked both of your deaths and sent you abroad to America to live with a new family while they kept Brahms hidden away in England.

On your 28th birthday, your adoptive parents tell you the truth and reveal your birth name (omitting the parts about your brother and the fire). You’re sent a letter in the mail that has no return address, but looks like it’s from someone you know. It’s your friend’s handwriting and signed with their name. You haven’t seen them in a while, but they’re inviting you to their house in the English countryside - all expenses paid. How can you say no? Unbeknownst to you, this is all a trap set up by Brahms to bring you back to Heelshire Manor, whether you remember he’s your brother or not.

On the drive there, you stop by a cemetery and see a beautifully decorated gravestone covered in flowers and gift offerings. With your name and birthdate engraved on it. Naturally, you freak out, especially when you see your death date listed as 20 years ago. You’re not dead! So how and why is this here? You’re perturbed and have so many questions but is this really a mystery you want to unravel? The only place you’ll find answers is inside Heelshire Manor. But If you step foot into that house, there’s no going back. You’ll be past the point of no return. Once you come home, Brahms won’t let you leave.

4. Ghost of Thornton Hall inspired AU: A local newspaper has a front page story that reads as follows: A dreary cloud descended over the English countryside yesterday afternoon as services for Y/N Heelshire brought the entire village to a complete standstill. A large group of mourners braved the pouring rain for a chance to pay their final respects to Ms. Heelshire before the private internment on the Heelshire family’s estate. A beloved and charismatic member of the influential Heelshire clan, Y/N was fatally injured during a fire on the Heelshire estate. Since news of her death, outpourings of grief have been seen throughout town, but none were as spectacular as what occurred during her funeral service. Brahms Heelshire, brother to the deceased, was carried out by local police following a violent outburst. Witnesses allege Brahms Heelshire grew agitated during the services, causing thousands of dollars in damage and a few minor injuries. No witnesses were willing to comment to record and Brahms was later released without charges to the care of his family. There is currently no evidence that what transpired that fateful night was anything more than an accident.

“What’s the story with the locked room upstairs?”

“It’s Y/N’s. We don’t go in there.”

“It might help me figure out what’s going on if I could take a look around.”

“Best of luck. That door locked itself up tight the day of her funeral. There’s not a key in this world that’ll open it. I’ve tried.”

Are you truly dead or has your death been faked by your parents? Did young Brahms intentionally try to kill you or was it truly an unfortunate accident and misunderstanding? Will you one day return home to Heelshire Manor and darken its doorstep or does the ghost of your memory forever haunt the halls? It’s all up to you to decide.

5. Crimson Peak/Haunted Mansion AU (no incest!): You’re Brahms’ twin sister. Since you were children, you’ve had murderous urges like he does. Except while Brahms was “odd” and didn’t have many friends, you were a beautiful little girl who looked and acted sweet. You’ve even fooled your parents into thinking you were a perfect social butterfly. But in secret, you’d do weird things like mutilate your toys, etc. Other kids and adults fell right into your traps. It was easy for you to pretend to cry about being lost before isolating your victims and killing them. Covering it up was also easy: No way could a child overpower an adult or do such a terrible thing! But after Brahms killed Emily Cribbs, your parents faked his death by setting the manor on fire. It was up to you to play the part of the perfect daughter and heiress.

20 years later, you’re a stunningly beautiful woman and shine brightly amongst society. Your parents are deceased, and the wealth you and Brahms have accrued from your inheritance and parents’ wills is drying up. You’ve become a somewhat prominent and popular socialite, so you and Brahms hatch an ingenious plan: You go out in society, travel to America and other countries to seduce wealthy men into marriage. Once you bring them back home to Heelshire Manor after your honeymoon, you work your magic on them until they believe themselves to be in love with you. Any weird or strange noises your new husbands hear in the walls you wave off as just the rats, the old pipes, etc. The house is old and often creaks and “breathes” when it shifts. Any concerns they come to you with, you comfort them but tell them they’re just not used to the English countryside air yet. It usually doesn’t take long for you to convince them to sign the papers and leave everything to you.

You and your brother then kill them together and dispose of their bodies. You put on an award-worthy performance as a worried wife with a missing husband, which soon turns into a grieving widow. Then you collect their money and assets, and repeat the pattern as needed. Gaslight and Girlboss. You’re a very successful Black Widow and everyone in the village is none the wiser because you’re such a convincing actress. Brahms and you cover up your crimes so well. Besides, you’re such a darling and do so much good and charitable work for the village that you would never be capable of doing such a heinous thing! You’re so friendly and everyone in the village loves you. You just have terrible luck in love, that’s all!

6. Orphan inspired AU: Heelshire Manor has become a (in)famous though unofficial haunt. The abandoned house has been an attraction for tourists, ghost hunters, and paranormal investigators around the world ever since rumors and speculations from village pub talk have been spread through word of mouth and posted on the internet, exaggerated over time to garner the most attention. The truth behind the story of Emily Cribbs’ death and the fire at Heelshire Manor has been twisted ever since it first got published on online blogs. What was an unsolved crime has now become a ghost story, an urban legend almost. The manor is said to be haunted by the ghosts of Brahms Heelshire and his sister ever since they both died in a house fire when they were children. Videos posted on TikTok and YouTube show strange phenomenon: Porcelain dolls and other objects moving by themselves, inexplicable noises like knocking, the voices of the ghost children, and telephones ringing when the lines are revealed as disconnected and dead. Doors have been shown to shut and lock on their own, and dead animals that were definitely not there before are left lying about in the open. Threatening messages such as “GET OUT” appear written in blood, etc. Some videos even feature rare sightings of the little Heelshire daughter’s ghost. She looks exactly the same as she did on the day she died.

Except you’re not a ghost and neither is your brother. He’s been moving through secret passageways inside the walls and mimicking the voice of a child perfectly. You were born with a rare genetic disorder that makes you have the appearance and voice of a child even though you’re an adult woman. Unwitting people trespass onto your property and break into your family home to film scary ghost content, so you and Brahms take every advantage. You give them the scares and ghost activity they so desperately want then, when they least expect it, you and Brahms strike. You and your brother murder them even if they’re still recording. The videos capture their final moments as they struggle to fight and survive. You and your brother relish in the sounds of their screams or dying breaths as they gasp for air or choke on their own blood.

You then take their phones and cameras, stopping the recordings at just the right moment before you post the videos yourself. Peoples’ skepticism and eagerness to denounce something as fake for clicks or clout works in your favor and allows you and Brahms to get away with endless murders. You then promptly destroy the phones, cameras, or other recording devices and dispose of them just to be safe. The locals know better but are too afraid to go near your house. Nobody ever heeds their warnings and people keep coming like lambs to the slaughter because they think it’s all fake or staged. And since people think you and Brahms are paid actors and it’s all just an elaborate hoax, nobody is gonna bother to investigate. No matter how many people go missing or end up dead, it’s never going to stop. It’s an endless cycle you and Brahms delight in.

7. You’re dating Stu and Billy. You love them both and they love you so it’s perfect that you share and do things as a trio. But because it’s high school and the 90s, nobody understands your poly relationship and you get relentlessly harassed and bullied in school for dating two guys at the same time. You’re called a whore or slut, sarcastically asked by guys for threesomes or hookups since you, “open your legs for two guys already so what difference would it make”, when you’re just trying to get stuff out of your locker or get to class. Thanks to annoying cliques of popular girls, rumors may start that you even have STDs or are pregnant. Even at home, you get creepy or annoying phone calls from girls asking who’s better in bed or guys asking for sexual favors. You’re tired of all their shit so you disconnect your landline phone, which makes your boyfriends worried when you start skipping class and they can’t get a hold of you anymore.

Billy and Stu find out about the situation sooner or later, whether you tell them or not. When they started their Ghostface killing spree, they didn’t have a motive. But now they do. They start tormenting and killing your harassers and bullies. You don’t know your boyfriends are Ghostface and you may be a suspect for a while and questioned by police, but Billy and Stu don’t like that. They’ll take care of it and clean up their mess so that evidence points to someone else (like Cotton Weary) and you’re cleared. Whether you eventually find out they’re Ghostface or not is up to you. How you react to the reveal of them being Ghostface (whether they confide their secret in you and tell you all they’ve done to protect you, or you find out accidentally by being in the wrong place at the wrong time) is up to you.

8. You’re Sidney’s sister and Mickey’s girlfriend. You’re his muse for his film aspirations and often help him with his amateur filmmaking whether it’s brainstorming ideas, traveling to locations, writing screenplays and scripts, etc. While his intentions were the same as Billy’s when he first met you, everything changed when he unexpectedly grew to love you just as much as he loves film. He doesn’t want you to get mixed up with his Ghostface plot anymore. But his methods of protecting you look suspicious and you start to have doubts and feel uneasy around him. When you vent about Mickey to your classmate, Cici Becker, she puts these ideas in your head that he’s either cheating on you and/or wants to break up and is just waiting for an opportune moment. She compares his behavior to her own shitty “boyfriend”, Ted. Why did he ask Hallie to go with him as his date to the mixer party and didn’t even tell you about it? Why else would he be gone and out late so often or not answer your calls? Little do you know, this is why Ghostface later kills Cici. Similarly, he killed Randy for having the audacity to think he had a chance of scoring or dating you.

All his efforts of protecting you blow up in his face when Nancy Loomis shoots you anyway during the final confrontation. Sidney kills Nancy before the vengeful mother can kill Mickey while he’s distracted and unaware of his surroundings. He’s at your side and trying to stop your bleeding, too busy apologizing to you and asking for your forgiveness. He assures you that you weren’t supposed to be here or get hurt, but you don’t know if you can believe him. You’re torn between pushing him away because you’re scared of him and feel betrayed, or accepting his help because you don’t want to die and you still love him. You know it’s fucked up, but a part of you wishes you could pin all the Ghostface attacks on Nancy somehow. You know you’re not thinking straight due to the blood loss, but a part of you still doesn’t want to see Mickey, your Mickey, dead or in prison. You stop Sidney from killing him and she relents, for now. You’ll all be going on a trip to the hospital, but what will happen between you and Mickey afterwards?

9. 10 Things I Hate About You AU: Mickey is paid off by another student to take you out on dates for whatever reason. He’s asked you out multiple times, but you kept turning him down, aware he’s kind of a player and gets around campus. But he persists and eventually does something like Derek did for Sidney where he makes a spectacle of asking you out. So you finally cave and say yes. What started out as a monetary transaction became genuine as he got to know the real you, past the introverted and antisocial exterior you exhibit at school. You’re tempestuous, feisty, and rebellious, but have a very sweet and sensitive heart deep down. You’re tough but he really likes you. Hell, maybe he even loves you as the semester progresses.

You agree to stay up late to help him with his final project for his Film Studies class, but then you both get distracted and bored with filming the documentary. You decide to film a sex tape instead. Something special and private, just for yours and Mickey’s eyes only. He treats it like a passion project. He directs you and acts alongside you as if you were scene partners in a high class art film. During the filming of this sex tape, you tell Mickey you love him. Even if he doesn’t say it back, you feel like he doesn’t have to. You already know he loves you too. But then everything goes to shit when you overhear a heated exchange between him and the student who’s been paying him off. When your sex tape is mentioned, you think he’s shown the tape to other people and feel used and lied to.

“Nothing in it for you, huh? You were paid to take me out! I knew it was a set-up!”

“It wasn't like that!”

“Really? What was it like? A down payment now, then a bonus for sleeping with me?”

Mickey chases after you and insists that he doesn’t care about the money, he cares about you. But after what you perceive as his betrayal, you refuse to listen. You storm off, accusing him of not being who you thought he was. This drives Mickey to become Ghostface and start killing. He wants revenge on those he believed played a part in turning you against him, starting with the punk who bribed him. He’ll come up with a plan to make things right and win you back, one way or another. Even if he has to eventually kidnap you and/or pretend to be the hero and save you from Ghostface. He’ll come up with an elaborate plan and find a way to prove his love for you is real. Even if he has to commit a few murders along the way and pin them on someone else.

10. You’re Sidney’s sister and have been dating Mickey. Murders start happening again following the release of Stab and you get calls from a new Ghostface. You ask Mickey if you can come over; it’s very important that you talk to him in private and it can’t wait. When you arrive at his dorm, Mickey is concerned about your mental and emotional state. You don’t look well. You’re paranoid and stressed, still traumatized from the Woodsboro Ghostface attacks 2 years ago. He acts as a loving and supportive boyfriend, comforting you and distracting you from your anxious thoughts with kisses and more. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stayed over at his dorm nor would it be the first time you’ve slept together, but this time feels like a goodbye. You urge Mickey to stay away from you for his own safety because Ghostface is after you and your sister again. Whoever it is won’t hesitate to kill your loved ones to get to you. You tell him you’re leaving town and try to break things off, but Mickey is stubborn and refuses to let you go. He loves you and swears he’ll protect you, but he feels like there’s something else you’re not telling him and demands to know what it is. He blocks the door and stops you from leaving. You’re acting weird and look like a sleep deprived mess, so you’re not going anywhere until you tell him what’s going on with you. You break down and reveal it’s not just you or Sidney you’re worried about anymore: You’re pregnant with Mickey’s child.

After that, things seem okay between you and Mickey. The killings have slowed down so maybe it’s over. But then you inadvertently find a Ghostface costume hidden amongst all his stuff in his dorm while he’s out, and you rightfully assume the worst - that he’s playing you the same way Billy played Sidney. Mickey admits that while that was the original plan, the plan changed when he unexpectedly fell in love with you. He swears he wasn’t the one calling you and that it was his partner, Nancy Loomis. He told her to stop and leave you be after you told him about your pregnancy, but it seems Nancy didn’t listen. He’s lied to you all this time and you don’t know if you can trust him anymore. It isn’t until after the final confrontation when he saves you from Nancy and takes a bullet meant for you that you believe him. He put his own life on the line to save yours. To hell with the film, Mickey wants his family. He wants you and your unborn child more than fame.

11. When you were a baby or toddler, your parents were taking you on a family road trip. They stopped at Luda’s shop for gas and/or snacks. A new and young mother of two boys herself, Luda adored you at first sight. She noticed your eyes were two different colors. You were unique and special just like her sweet Thomas. He’s about your age too, or maybe a little older. Your mom and dad were polite as one of them held you in their arms and told you to say hello to the nice lady, waving your arm for you because you were too shy. Luda gave you an old but pretty doll to play with, and your little smile made her heart swell at how cute you were. You were such a sweetheart and she was sad to watch you leave, but was happy you had parents who loved you despite your mismatched eyes.

When your parents later hit a cow in the middle of the road and died upon impact, Charlie Sr. came along and found you in the backseat, covered in your parents’ blood. He cursed to himself when he heard your shrill crying and screaming. You were confused and frightened but luckily unharmed. He pulled you from the bloody wreckage before the sheriff could show up and take you away. His wife always wanted a daughter, so he brought you back to the house. After he told Luda what happened, she cleaned you up. She rocked you back and forth, hushing you and lulling you to sleep. What a horrific tragedy to have befallen your lovely parents and for you to be in the middle of it. Luckily you were young enough that you wouldn’t remember your birth parents or anything from what’s happened. She’ll love you and raise you as her own. Tommy will have a sister to play with. What’s your upbringing like as you grow up with the Hewitts? With your eye condition and his skin disease, what are you and Thomas like as siblings from childhood to adulthood?

12. You died at Camp Crystal Lake and Jason, this poor man, was so devastated that he was in denial and didn’t want to bury you. He’d just tuck your deceased body into bed or on the couch like you were only sleeping and Pamela had to softly tell him it’d be best to bury you properly. Her sweet boy was hurting and her voice comforted him as best as it could. So he buries you, his best friend and lover, in your favorite spot in the camp. He leaves wildflowers for you every day he visits. Of course Jason would be merciless to those that caused your death (if it was caused through foul play and not by an accident or natural causes) and any trespassers after that. One day a group of typical teenagers at Crystal Lake were telling scary ghost stories and fucking around with a ouija board, or one teen in particular was just being absolutely stupid in trying to go around the camp and "resurrect the Camp Blood Slasher" as a joke.

But joke’s on them, it resurrected you instead of Jason. When you come back and Jason sees your grave is empty and has been disturbed, he thinks someone stole your body. He’s about to go on a rage fueled murder spree - until he finds you in his cabin. Your hair, skin and clothes are covered in dirt and grime. You’re shaking like a leaf and your eyes are wide like a startled deer. You know you died, you still remember that day so vividly. So you have no idea how you’re here now. You’re alarmed that you have no heartbeat or pulse. You have no need to breathe like a normal human. What’s happened? Why are you like this? What day is it? Somehow, you’re now risen and immortal, just like Jason. But while he’s a zombie, you may be more like a vampiric creature that needs blood to survive. Jason has to do his best to console and comfort you like how Frankenstein’s Creature tried to do with his Bride. There, there. You’re safe now and back home with Jason. He’ll never let anything bad happen to you ever again. He’ll teach you what he knows about being undead as best as he can.

13. Orphan/Criminal Minds inspired AU: You’re Asa Emory’s younger sister and the only other member of his family who survived your insane father’s familicide and macabre setting of the dinner table. The experience fucked you both up and warped your minds. The chemicals your father injected you with didn’t kill you, but they stunted your growth permanently. You escaped with Asa before your father could kill or stuff either of you, but you’re frozen in the body of a little girl. Even as an adult woman, your petite stature makes you look and sound like a child. Sometimes your brother takes you with him on “exterminator jobs” and lets you design or set traps. Other times you’ll lure in victims by pretending to be lost or in need of help. Most people can’t ignore a child in distress and you’re such a good actress. You’re so relieved and thankful to Asa for not infantilizing you. He speaks to you and treats you like the adult you are when you’re in the privacy of your house or otherwise not hunting for victims.

But you’re often angry and envious of adult women, frustrated at your own body. You ask your dear brother to bring back “dolls” for you to play with when he’s working. You’re both artists; While he’s a licensed Entomologist, you’re a master seamstress. He creates masterpieces with his collection of insects while you create beautiful garments for your victims. Asa steals jewelry from houses for your personal use. Sometimes you use parts from different bodies to mix and match in order to create the “perfect woman”: What you think you’d look like as an adult had you been able to grow normally. After you sew the body parts together, Asa preserves your work through embalming and puts it in the hotel.

Other times, you ask Asa to bring back beautiful women alive. These women are abducted by your brother and then paralyzed due to being heavily sedated with drugs through an IV. They’re conscious but cannot move or speak. You wash them, tend to their wounds, dress them up in clothing you made, and do their hair and makeup. You pose them however you want and talk to them like they’re your friends. You care for them until you either grow bored or they inevitably die from the drugs. Asa disposes of them or moves them to his hotel for his own artwork. As fucked up as it is, you and Asa truly love each other as siblings should. You do what you can to protect and care for each other and keep yourselves safe and under the radar.

14. Doctors were able to save Jesse’s baby by performing a post-mortem C-section after his wife killed herself. But knowing what kind of man he is and the gruesome details about the heinous crimes he’s committed, they falsely reported that you died in the womb along with your mother so that Jesse wouldn’t think to come after you and you could have a chance at a normal life. You were adopted by a new family and live under a new name, but sooner or later Jesse finds out one way or another that his child is out there somewhere, alive. He’s livid at this deception. He’s gonna make the people who faked your death and kept you away from him all these years wish they had never been born. Death is too merciful when there are many a worse fate he can arrange. He may even kill your adoptive parents just to eliminate all obstacles that would potentially get in the way of him taking you back. Either way, he’s going to kidnap you. It’s inevitable.

He’s your father and he loves you, even if he shows it in strange or scary ways since he can’t talk and is often surrounded by blood, gore, and death (Remember how he used a creepy Text-To-Speech program with his victims’ voice recordings on his phone and patted Princess’s head with his knife? Yeah. It’d be like that). When the time is right, he may even show you his face and tell you the story of what happened to him. When he heard the tragic news from Spann, he mourned for you rather than for his wife. While she was a means to an end to keep up a cover, he wanted more than anything to have a child of his bloodline to carry on his legacy. He never loved her, but he always loved you from the minute his wife told him she was pregnant. Once he has you back, he’s going to call you by the name he would’ve given you. The name your adoptive parents gave you is wrong. Your past life is dead. You always have been and always will be a Cromeans.

He’s filthy rich so he’ll spoil you and give you practically anything that your heart desires. But he’ll keep you under close watch and heavily guarded. Every room in the massive and luxurious mansion you live in has security cameras monitoring your every step. You feel like a bird in a gilded cage. Of course you can go outside and go anywhere you want! A trusted employee just has to drive and accompany you everywhere you want to go. Doesn’t matter if you’re old enough to drive and have a license or not. He won’t let you escape. He’s missed out on so much and he wants to get to know everything about you. He wants to mentor you and raise you to be his heir. One day you’ll inherit his “business” when you’re old enough and he either retires or is gone. Everything will be left to you and you’ll want for nothing. He’ll kill anyone who tries to usurp him or steal your rightful inheritance (cough Preston cough). He’s trying his best to be a good father, but given his line of work, well, it’s…complicated.

15. You and the slasher of your choosing love to make snuff films/sex tapes. You kill your victims in creative ways because you’re not just committing murder, you’re making ✨art✨. You do all sorts of weird stuff with your “subjects” (use your imagination) and then have sex in their large blood puddles while they bleed out and/or next to their freshly deceased bodies. You film it all on tape. You and your slasher are smart and resourceful so that the tapes can never be traced back to you or fall into the wrong hands and get exposed to the wrong people. You use voice modulators, never show your faces, etc. You’re both sick and twisted, but you aren’t incompetent or stupid to incriminate yourselves. You could send your tapes directly to the police and they’d never find you. That’s how experienced and skilled you both are.

16. Near Dark and House of Wax Crossover ideas: Your older brother, Severen, made the stipulation that he wouldn’t join the clan unless he could bring you with him and turn you when you became an adult. You were still a child or teenager at the time and were his responsibility in your human life. You’re the only person in his family that he ever loved and he practically raised you (for better or worse). While you were still human, the clan would use you as a lure to fish for victims or to run errands for them during the day. Severen taught you how to defend yourself and gave you a trusty weapon to carry with you in case of trouble since he couldn’t be with you during daylight. In your vampire life, Severen’s love for you remains the same. Your brother can be cruel, violent, aggressive, and sadistic. But as your vampire sire, he taught you how to use your beauty and charm to seduce your victims. He emphasized the importance of never showing hesitation about killing. He and you make a chaotic duo. You hot-wire cars to go on high speed joyrides and eat the cops that try to pull you over, commit arson and theft, etc. You put on ✨performances✨ whenever you murder. It’s not enough to just kill. Yawn! That’s boring. You and Severen have to dress up and play a role. You have to make up a character or story. Or walk over a bar counter and slit throats with your boot spurs, etc.

Your road trips with your clan land you in Ambrose where you meet the Sinclair brothers. You really like them, especially Bo. He’s handsome, charming - A dangerous yet cunning murderer. Just like his brothers. All three of them put on stunning performances! Lester gives lost folks a ride into town, Bo sabotages their cars while they sleep then plays the part of a friendly mechanic, and Vincent silently lurks and slinks in the shadows. The brothers work together to murder their victims and put their embalmed bodies on display in the wax museum. Sometimes their victims are still alive while paralyzed in wax and posed. How avant-garde!

You spend most of your time with Bo during your stay and Severen hates that. He hates any human who has the audacity to flirt with or try to seduce his baby sister. It’s always been you and him for over a century! He doesn’t like that Bo is butting in and taking up your attention and time. He once saw you and Bo turn up the music in the garage and go downstairs to some secret room. He knew what you and Bo were doing down there and nearly blew a gasket. It took every last bit of self restraint for him to not barge in there and rip Bo’s head off from his shoulders and gorge on his blood. He had to leave and go out hunting to calm down.

Severen loves you, so he’ll begrudgingly tolerate Bo but his patience has always been thin. You may have to turn Bo and take him as your companion if you want him to live. If Bo isn’t your mate, your brother will probably snap and cut off his face or kill him in the most horrific way he can think of. The only thing stopping him right now is you, since you seem happy with Bo and are in love with him. (Don’t worry, Bo and Severen will warm up to each other and become best friends eventually. They’re very much alike.) Even if you have to turn Lester and Vincent and bring them along to get Bo to agree to your terms of joining the clan, that’s no problem. They’d be useful with their talents and welcome additions.

You’re the youngest Sinclair and only daughter, so your elder brothers are very overprotective and almost smothering in how much they love and look after you. (Maybe you were born kind of sickly and that chronic sickness has been with you all throughout your life, even as an adult.) They practically raised you since Trudy and Victor were absent or neglectful even when they were alive. It was always one of your brothers who had to watch over you to make sure you didn’t run too far away when playing outside. They were your playmates and kept a close eye on you to make sure you didn’t get hurt or kidnapped. If you did get sick or hurt, they took care of you and made sure you had the right medicine and everything you needed.

Bo killed your father to protect you when the doctor went mad after Trudy’s death and tried to “fix you” with his heinous medical experiments. You would’ve been killed if your eldest brother hadn’t acted and shot Victor with his own shotgun. When he and Vincent were old enough, they pulled you and Lester out of foster care and brought you back home to Ambrose. You’re an adult now, and shit goes down when Severen and his clan just randomly drop in unannounced at Ambrose. Lester didn’t drive them in. Who are these punks? The cowboy vampire seems drawn to you and is stuck to your side like glue from the moment he meets you, always incredibly flirty and charming. Your brothers probably don’t like that but what can they do against a vampire clan? What can they do against a vampire who’s found his mate and it just so happens to be their baby sister? That’s right, nothing!

Severen hates that you’re hurting and suffering from your chronic illness. The medication you have to take and strict routine you live by daily seems like a lot just to remain somewhat functioning. He’s disappointed whenever your brothers interrupt your time together and take you back to the house to rest because your illness is worsening. The creep that he is, he may climb through your bedroom window to watch over you while you sleep just in case you need something while your brothers are busy murdering people. He’ll want to turn you sooner rather than later so that your illness dies off with your human self. The transformation is painful and difficult, but you’ll become not only stronger and faster, but also incredibly hotter. You’re hot now, so imagine how sexy you’ll be as a vampire!

But your brothers can be stubborn and will need lots of convincing first. Of course they’d love it if you were healthy! if vampirism can truly expel the illness from your body and it’s what you want, they won’t stop you from making that choice. But they’re not just gonna give you away to some vampire as if you’re property, even if he is your “mate”. Something this serious calls for a good ol’ sit down with the entire clan at the kitchen table. Good thing the vampires have all night, because this discussion is gonna take hours. Your brothers are gonna pull an all nighter while they interrogate the vampires and set down some ground rules. Severen would do anything to have you, even if it meant turning all of your brothers into vampires. They’re your family too, so If you want them to join the clan and they agree to being turned, he’ll welcome new members in without complaint for once.

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