#mercy 1k celebration

[actually-safer-to-kiss]

Dinner Time

Summary: Reader makes Spencer his first homemade dinner after getting out of prison, and they both realize he's got some adjusting to do.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Content warnings: Eating, mentions of weight loss, hurt Spencer, ambiguous ending

Word count: 1k

Spencer sat at the small table in your kitchen. You set it up with funky-patterned napkins, an extra big spoon, and a used candle lit in the middle; the whole shebang. You prepared his serving of your vegetable soup, the meal he requested to celebrate his arrival home. “Are you comfortable?” You ask as you hover over the stove.

He nods and picks up his napkin, observing the pattern and weight. “Where did you get these?”

“Your mom found them when we were shopping. She said they reminded her of your socks. Isn’t that sweet?”

He blew air through his nose before saying “Wow.” He rubbed his thumb along it, following the vivid stripes. You didn’t want to tell him how she teared up when she spotted them. How she held the set close to her chest made you feel sorry that she remembered without help.

“She took it as a sign you were coming home.” Half true. More like you convinced her it was. She asked you to buy them for that reason, to celebrate. “And now here we are.” You beamed as you say the words.

“That’s wonderful.” He looked up at you and smiled. You saw it in your peripheral as you opened a pack of oyster crackers. You knew he wanted to thank you for making time for her. He wanted to, but you insisted the thank yous were enough after he said it the fifth time in 24 hours. You flashed him a brief grin as a muted response, and he appreciated it.

“Alright,” You held the bowl carefully, mistakenly filling it to the brim. Due to the sheer joy of having him home, safe, and innocent (in the eyes of the law), you almost didn’t notice he had lost weight. The first time you saw his spine after getting out of the shower, you didn't even think it was possible for him. “Extra potatoes, per your request, mon amour.” You emphasize your terrible French accent which makes him chuckle.

“Merci, mon amour.” His flawless accent almost ruined the joke.

“Okay, show off, so happy you're home.” You sneered, and his smile was even wider. You grab your own bowl and sit by his side. His elbows somehow naturally find their way to the table, boxing in his soup like he was cornering prey. Spoon in hand, he dipped in the hefty bowl. Then he shoveled in some of those extra potato chunks with some tomato-y broth. Hungry, you thought, as he leaned over the bowl, steam gliding over his rough stubble. He took a second and third bite, despite his mouth being nearly stuffed.

You didn’t say anything at first. You didn’t want to imagine the food he had to eat or meals he might have skipped because of poor quality (or other reasons). As he chewed hastily, for a moment, it gave you hope he'd gain weight quickly.

But then he reached out for his water to drink like he needed to soothe something too spicy.

Or something too hot.

“Honey?”

Bite four, five, and six. He chewed.

“Spencer.”

“Hm?” Bite seven, eight —

You put a hand on his arm and Spencer’s head immediately turned to you. It made you pull back, not touch him. His face was red and his mouth hung open, similar to a dog sticking its tongue out to cool off. “Spencer. You can let it cool.”

He swallowed, not chewing enough, and it pained him. “I can’t. I want to finish before bed.” His tongue barely touched the roof of his mouth as he spoke.

“Are you that tired?”

“No.” His eyebrows furrowed at the question, looking just as confused as you. “We only have 30 minutes for dinn—” And somehow his face of realization was even more upsetting to witness. There's a silence, brief but heavy as his whole face fell and he covered his eyes with one hand. “I’m sorry.” He sniffles.

“It’s not your fault.”

"I'll… take my time." He leans on his elbow and looks down at his meal, staring, waiting for the steam to stop. It was seconds later that his eyes were lined with tears again.

You were afraid to ask the question. “How’s your mouth?”

“It hurts.” He bites his lip as tears trickle.

You drop your spoon and scoot your chair closer to his. You ask him to sit up straight and drink water. Once he’s done that, drinking as much (or as little) as he can tolerate, you gently press his face into your shoulder. Tears collect on your skin, but you keep him close and encourage him to let it out.

And he does. His chest caves with every sob he's locked away for two months. His arms wrap around your waist, the first time he's touched you since he’s been home, apart from the delightfully suffocating hug you trapped each other in when he was released. And for a moment, you’re hit with the reality that the Spencer you’re holding has changed. His survival instincts are still active, you're just now noticing it.

You still hold him as he heaves. You rub his back to let him know you’re still here, but you stare at the blank wall in front of you. Your head is spinning, running through therapists to call and books to read that could help you. To help Spencer. Because that’s what he needs.

Spencer pulls away for a minute to look over his soup.

“It’s still there.” You say, and wipe his tears with your thumbs. “No one’s taking it, I promise.”

“It’s going to get cold.”

“I’ll heat it up again, don’t worry.”

Spencer looks down at you as you hold his face. The dark circles around his reddened eyes were prominent, and you brushed the mess of curls off his forehead. Tiredness isn’t enough. He’s scared. From what he’s seen or become, you don’t know. But his stubble pokes your skin and you realize that you don’t know what to do. As you look at the man you love, you wonder how much you can do to help. You hope you can help.

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[reiderwriter]

hi!!! omg i’ve been following you for a bit now and i saw that it’s not only your 1k celebration(AHHHHHH OMG CONGRATS GIRL!!!) but also your birthday soon!!! So happy birthday and i hope you’re having a fantabulous day!!

If it’s not too much trouble, could i request #4 on your 1k celeb list for Spencer Reid? maybe like imagine they’re undercover in a club or at a party and reader has to dance on him for some odd reason and boy is already mad in love and now he’s got a hard on while his crush dances on him for a case and reader maybe takes mercy on him and drags him to a private place tooooooo😋😋

it’s totally okay if this isn’t to your fancy so don’t feel pressured at all!! i love your writing so much and i just know anything you write, even if you don’t write this ask or if you change it up, will be amazing!!! enjoy your birthday b and take loads of a care of yourself!💕💕

A/N: Thank you for the request, and I AM SO SORRY it took me nearly four months to get to 😭 I actually loved writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for the birthday wishes 💖

Warnings: public sex, sex in an alleyway, talks of oral (m receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk, creampie, coworkers to lovers, spoilers for upto season 7 of Criminal Minds.

“Cover? Right now? I'm wading through three caseloads of paperwork right now, I don't have time to go gallivanting across the country for another unit.” You stressed to your Unit Chief as she smiled sympathetically at you.

“Temporary reassignment means your desk will be cleared of work when you return, I'll personally complete it myself. That is if you decide to come back.”

“It would take one hell of an offer to get me to join another team, ma'am, and you know it.” 

Working under your boss Andi Swann at the Domestic Trafficking Task Force was something you took a lot of pride in. The work you did saved hundreds of women across the country, and you found justice for the ones you were too late for. It had been your second choice after you'd left the academy and a particularly ambitious one, all things considered. 

“Y/N, the Behavioural Analysis Unit needs you. Now, I remember your resume as well as you do, most likely, so don't try to convince me all of the profiling credits and courses you took at the academy were solely to be used for trafficking work.” 

You flushed as the woman caught you off guard. It was true that you hoped to someday be able to transfer to the aforementioned unit, but you truly still respected the woman in front of you. 

Deciding that your respect trumped your human need to placate her worries about you suddenly skipping out on her, you simply cleared your throat and spoke as calmly as possible. 

“What is it exactly that the BAU needs me for?” 

The older woman smiled back at you and shook her head slightly before opening her mouth again. 

“It seems that one of their team members needs a date.” 

–X– 

Having recovered from the shock of your reassignment and its details, you'd found yourself packing a few things from your desk, grabbing your go-bag, climbing into the elevator and arriving at the doors of the BAU.

You then struggled for a few minutes to open with all the things crowding your hands. 

“Here let me,” a voice said from behind you, as you suddenly saw an arm come up around your side to push the door open. You followed your gaze up the arm until your back was against the door, moving backwards even as he pushed it open as your throat went dry.

The man in front of you was hot. It was as if some deity had plucked your ideal type out of your mind, moulded him with clay, and kiln fired him before placing him right back in front of you as temptation.

You were sure that minutes had passed since he'd spoken with you just staring up at him like this, but alas, you really couldn't help yourself. 

“Oh! Thank you,” you smiled, hoping it would diffuse the sudden awkward atmosphere that your staring had bought on. “I'm sorry, can you tell me where Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner's office is?” You mumbled out, trying to clear your throat silently as you lost yourself in the strangers' gaze. 

His eyes were locked on yours, and as he broke eye contact, your heart jumped as you noticed his ears were stained red, embarrassment apparently not lost on him. 

“Up the stairs, first office, his name is on the door. You must be SSA Y/N.” Shocked to hear your name drop from his mouth  you felt a Rusholme mortification as you studied the man once again. 

Slightly messy hair, pile of books in his hand, dressed like he'd fallen into a closet at a retirement home, tall wiry frame. 

Ashley Seaver's description of Doctor Spencer Reid had been spot on. Apart from the part where she had failed to mention, he was quite possibly the most attractive man on earth. 

“Doctor Reid?” You asked, voice a squeak, almost scared that you were wrong despite there being no suggestion that you might be.

“How did you…?” His eyes widened with a smile as he looked back to you again, searching for answers with his head cocked slightly to the side.

“I work in Domestic Trafficking. Agent Seaver and my unit chief both gave me brief descriptions of your team so I wouldn't get bogged down with introductions when I got here.” You explained quickly for fear that he'd think you slightly stalkerish for knowing his name, even though he obviously knew yours as well.

He smiled slightly awkwardly again  and gestured further inside the office, sending you off to your temporary new Unit Chief's office with a small whisper.

“I look forward to working with you.”

--X–

The debrief with Aaron Hotchner was swift  and you appreciated the man's ability to cut straight to the point. 

There was a killer targeting women in New York City, just like there were killers targeting women everywhere. But this one had taken specific issue with women who were social climbers, who attended events with high profile and successful men on their arms. 

So far, the NYPD could link 7 homicides to the killer and were under pressure to catch the guy before Lucky Number eight. 

The FBI had stepped in and suggested you be Lucky Number eight.

They'd been sent the case as a consult and provided the profile, to which the NYPD had asked for full cooperation. 

Which is how you found yourself on a jet heading to New York City two hours after Andi Swann had called you into her office. Productive day.

“What does your budget look like after a year of private jet travel?” You wondered out loud as you followed Hotchner onto the plane. SSA David had followed you onto the plane as well, having tried to introduce himself earlier. You'd allowed him the moment of humility before telling him you knew exactly who he was, and he'd be surprised if anyone in the entire bureau didn't. 

“Well they haven't put me on display yet, so I don't think I'm quite a fossil. Pleasure to be working with you.” 

His words were kind enough, but they were a reminder of the other man you'd met earlier. 

The man who had since climbed into the seat next to you, ready for the on the go case briefing.

“We've established identities for the two of you, ready for you to go in tonight to establish yourselves as bait,” Hotch explained, handing you each a personnel folder. 

“Spencer, you'll be Charles Buchanan, local businessman with alleged ties to several socialite families in the Upper East Side.” That seemed to earn a few chuckles from Agent Morgan from his perch at the other end of the plane desk, but he cleverly kept his mouth shut. 

“Y/N, you'll be Daisy Smith, you're a student putting herself through a graduate degree, who has turned to sugaring to cover course fees.” 

“Sugaring?” Rossi asked from Hotch's side, waiting for someone to clarify. 

“It's a term used to describe the act of being a sugar baby or sugar daddy. A usually non-sexual consensual relationship involving cash or other materialistic gifts.” Spencer filled in the gaps easily, without looking up from the file he was scanning ridiculously fast.

Okay, speed-reading and super intelligence check, and you were two for two on descriptions of Spencer Reid. Swann's description had also left a lot to be desired. 

“We've got Garcia establishing some online profiles for the both of you currently using the images you sent us earlier. Hopefully, we were correct in our estimation of his hunting grounds, but he'll need to stalk you for a night or two before he strikes.” 

You cleared your throat carefully as you finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging you the entire time.

“I'm sorry if this is forward, but is there a reason I was chosen for this assignment? I don't have much undercover experience, and I was told there were two women on your team. Was I misinformed?” 

“That's correct. Unfortunately, last week, Agent Prentiss decided to take a job with Interpol in London. Agent Jareau was also recently married, so she put in leave to enjoy her honeymoon. None of the candidates we have lined up fit our Unsub's type. You do.”

“As good as I would look in a dress, you're going to be much more effective at catching this guy,” Morgan joked from the side, just as Hotch accepted a video call through to the jet. 

“Morgan in a dress, sounds like one of my dreams come true.” 

“Calm it, baby girl, what have you got for us?”

“Invitations to a charity ball being held in Manhattan tonight, and around 1000 hits across five sugaring platforms for Miss Y/N. If the FBI turns out to be a letdown, you have a lot of serious offers here, sweetie.” You laughed out loud at how she blasted through and diffused all the tension in your team, without even thinking to introduce herself first. 

“You must be Penelope Garcia. It's nice to meet you.” 

“Not as nice as it is to meet you, I promise.” 

The remainder of the jet ride had been quiet if not restful, the presence of Spencer Reid a disturbingly pretty thorn in your side. 

You'd sneaked glances at him multiple times, not an easy feat on a jet filled with profilers. His fingers had grazed yours as he passed you his file earlier as well, letting you read up on his new character. 

What you found most distracting, though, was the now bare stretch of skin peaking out from his shirt collar. 

He'd decided to take a nap at some point earlier, and now you silently cursed him for it as you looked at the splash of skin distractedly. 

You could press your lips there and work your way up to his lips. Or you could go in the opposite direction and have more fun, you reminded yourself. 

It seemed that image had you waking up, jerking upright so that you would not let that go any further.

This was your job. You were a professional, an FBI agent. 

You weren't allowed to imagine giving this man a blow job on government time. You'd have to save that thought for after the case was closed, and you could go your separate ways, you thought.

Landing was easy  and you moved straight into dress fittings and practising your story for the party later that night. 

Which meant a blissful few hours without the distraction of Spencer Reid. 

Luckily for you, the first dress they'd given you to wear had turned out to be a good fit, showcasing some of your more prominent assets. 

It hugged your body tight, but it wasn't uncomfortable, showing off a generous amount of cleavage and leg as well. It wasn't quite scandalous, but you knew it was definitely the kind of outfit that would stick out like a sore thumb at a socialite dinner. 

Which meant it was perfect for baiting the unsub.

By 7pm, you'd been outfitted, prepped, and deposited in the back of a limousine with Spencer Reid, and you were right back at square one trying not to climb him then and there. 

His outfit choice had been slightly harder, apparently, given his taller frame, but the three piece suit they'd given him was do perfect it was hard to tell it wasn't tailored to his measurements. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked, whispering the words in your ear as he stroked your hand. Although the limousine driver was an undercover NYPD detective, you'd both been told to get into character as quickly as possible. 

There were a series of other undercover agents being placed throughout the party tonight - Hotch was going in as a representative of the District Attorney's office, a few NYPD detectives were serving guests drinks and food, and Rossi had managed to get an invite as himself. 

Morgan was left running surveillance in the van outside. 

Because of your outfit and the nature of the unsubs attacks, there had been no point in trying to put a wire on you at this point in time. It'd take him a week of surveillance to pick you up anyway. Tonight would just be the start of his hunt. 

So you let Spencer stroke your hand, fingers locked in his as you gave him a smile, and tried not to imagine them wrapped around his cock. 

“Just a little. I think it's the dress  shows off a bit more than I'm used to.” He took a second to glance down your body, as if he'd been waiting for your permission until now, and you watched his eyes pause over your chest and at where the hem sat at the top of your thighs, dangerously close to bearing everything.

“You look… beautiful. I think our unsub will like it, at least.” 

You tried to hide your disappointment as he pulled his hand away, ready to open the door as the car pulled up to your destination. 

You surveyed the room as you walked in, trying to memorise every particularly leering smile from men as you made your way to your seat. 

After half an hour, though, it seemed like catching your guy was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. Or a creep in a room full of creeps. 

It seemed like every man who talked to Spencer only glanced at you to stare down your dress, a few even attempting to pat your back and let their hands drift south.

If it weren't for the sake of the job, you'd have sucker punched some of the richest men in New York City by now. And you'd have enjoyed it. 

Politely detaching himself from conversation, Spencer guided you away to the dance floor for a second. You'd planned it this way for when you needed some time privately to discuss potential suspects. 

A few other couples glided around the floor as you stood chest to chest with Spencer, surprised how confidently he was handling the caseload. 

His hands took their places, one on your hip, the other gripping your own as you both began to sway side to side. 

“Any ideas?” He whispered in your ear as you moved delicately. 

“Your 10 o’clock. Younger son of the Johnson family. He’s been sat glaring at me for 10 minutes despite his mother's attempts to network for him.” 

“It fits the profile, absent father, overbearing mother. He has obvious disdain for you. Is there anyone else?” His words were hot against your skin as you looked up at him, finding your lips surprisingly close as your bodies continued swaying together. 

“Half of the men in this room have undressed me with their eyes, the other half actually tried to put their hands on me when they were talking to you.” He stiffened at that, breaking eye contact as his eyes flashed with sudden emotion. 

His hand slid from your waist further down to stroke your ass slightly as he watched the crowd to see anyone taking offence at his sudden bold display of affection. 

At least that was what you assumed he was doing  as you too began to glance around, watching for anyone watching you, confident that Hotch, Rossi, and the others would do the same. 

When his hand on your ass pulled you closer into him, though, you weren't so sure. 

“Spencer, what are you-” You started in confusion, noticing that his gaze had returned to you. More specifically, that it had returned to your chest, as he stared down at how your breasts looked, pushed up against his chest as they were. 

He encouraged your other hand to wrap around his shoulder, freeing his other hand to land on your ass again as he pulled you closer still. 

You'd almost stopped moving, certain that having his body pressed against yours in every place hardly counted as dancing. You opened your mouth to say as much when you felt something twitch against your thigh. A low groan slipped from Spencer's lips as he adjusted your positions slightly as you felt something hard shift against your leg. 

“Do you seriously have a boner right now?” You whispered, as much in exasperation as in excitement. 

Spencer Reid was grinding his boner into you in front of a room full of people, and you felt like you'd just won the lottery. 

“I'm sorry, natural reaction. You look so hot tonight, and then your hands were all over me.” He rambled slightly in his explanations, mortification clear on his face as he tried to apologise. 

“It's okay.” You whispered in his ear, pulling yourself up on your toes softly to press a chaste kiss to his lips. 

If you just so happened to rub up against him going up and down, eliciting another deep groan for the man, then so be it. 

“Y/N…” He whispered you name like a prayer and it almost convinced you that there was no one else in the room. 

“Spencer, there's no way our unsub is going to approach us if you have that thing tenting your pants.” You kept your voice low as your hands trailed down his chest. Pushing one further, you gently rubbed over his clothed member as if accentuating your point. 

“We need to solve this problem, don't you think?” 

His jaw clenched as he contemplated your words, trying not to let any other sounds out. His nod was barely perceptible, but within seconds you were glancing around the room for a quick exit, and in another minute, you'd slipped through a service entrance  and out through some corridors into a dimly lit alleyway. 

As soon as you were cloaked in darkness, Spencer was on you. 

Whirling you around, he backed you into the wall until your back was pressed into it, and his lips were on yours. 

You moaned helplessly into the kiss, hands finding his chest again and moving south even as he began exploring your body. 

“This is an important case, and we're about to blow it because I can't keep my hands off you,” he whispered between kisses, lips trailing down your neck. 

“Do you know how crazy we both must be?” 

“I know exactly how crazy for you I am, Reid. Now, please let me suck your dick.” You moaned the words as his fingers found their way into your panties, stroking your clit. 

“Y/N, I'm trying to talk sense into us here.” He groaned as your fingers fumbled with his pant buttons, hand sliding into the material to wrap around his cock.

“How much sense are you talking with your fingers inside me?” You panted, willing him to just fully let go and let you both enjoy yourselves. 

“While we're out here, Hotch and Rossi are inside, noting down anyone who takes particular offence to our exit. We can enjoy ourselves and catch a better lead.” You started slowly pumping him then, as he pushed closer into you, allowing you to reach more of him at this different angle.

His head dropped to your shoulder as he breathed out a laugh. 

“Right, this will help.” He tried to convince yourself, and you grinned in victory, rocking your hips against his hand to find your release sooner. 

Until he withdrew his hand and used it to grasp your own, halting your movements. 

“Spencer?” You pouted slightly, but he pressed another kiss to your lips  this time forceful and demanding, to guess begging permission to enter and dominate you. 

You gladly accepted him into your mouth, even as you felt him pushing up your skirt, letting the material ride higher as it had been trying to do all night. 

Making sure you were steady against the brick wall, he pulled your hips up and around his, pushing your panties to the side as he pushed inside of you. 

The stretch was maddening. Everywhere he touched became hot against the cool night breeze as he began his frenzied strokes into you. 

You lost all capability for speech, which was probably for the best, as you were sure you'd only ask for him to do more disgusting things to you eventually. 

His mouth slid to the top of your breasts as they bounced with each thrust, waiting to claim a nipple in his mouth when one eventually came free of the offending material. 

“Such a little slut, begging to suck my dick. Maybe next time, princess.” You screamed and arched your back as he finally bit down around your nipple, soothing the skin with his tongue as he licked and suckled there. 

His other hand fell to your clit again, pushing you to the edge as you finally came on his cock. 

He didn't stop though, powering through as you tightened around him, moaning wantonly as his thrusts hit deeper still.

“Let's see what our unsub thinks when he sees my cum dripping out of you,” he whispered again, as he too let himself go, releasing spurt after spurt of cum inside of you. 

Making sure you were strong enough, he set you back down on the ground, keeping an arm wrapped around you protectively as you smoothed your clothes back into place. 

You helped him button his pants as he smoothed your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear before ducking in for one more sweet kiss. 

“I'm sorry that I couldn't let you, uh, perform orally,” he blushed again, his ears that same shade of red you noticed earlier as he guided you back inside. “I think someone would have noticed if I'd ruined your makeup that much.”

You practically choked on your own spit as you finally slipped back into the dance hall.

“Next time,” you said, making sure to finish the conversation you'd started. “We’ll have more privacy.” 

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[peachypinkygloss]

hiiii beloved ! already said that but im so so happy for you, you deserve it and so many more! let's go to 1 billion !!!!

stepbros!namjoon and jungkook, dumbfication, manipulation and dollification or bimbo reader idk totally up to u ! do and add what u want my love, i just know is going to be amazing 😌

and again, congrats peachy, love uuuu 🥳💜

- m🤍

sjjsjhgvufdh hi baby 🥺 thank you so much !! 😩 i love you a lot lot lot <3 your support means the world to me ): 🤍

remember

When alone in the house, your stepbrothers play with you.

pairing: stepbrother!namjoon x fem!reader x stepbrother!jungkook

genre: step siblings au, smut

warnings: joon and jk are meanies (like assholes of the year award im not kidding (why is this hot tho)), pseudo incest, kind of dub-con, free-use??, manipulation, degradation, dumbification, crybaby reader 🥲, fingering, cum eating, 1k words.

a.n.: filth is my second name btw AND as always don't read if you don't like!!

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

"What's the matter, mh?" Jungkook whispers in your ear, his fingers skillfully moving in your cotton panties, tracing your puffy clit. "Too stupid to form a simple sentence?" He mocks and you can't help the whine escaping your mouth right after.

Jungkook is being really unfair and mean, as usual. Nothing's new, except for the manly hand dancing in your underwear while your other stepbrother, Namjoon, is in the kitchen. It won't take long until he comes back into the living room.

It's exactly at that moment that you hear Namjoon's footsteps approaching, Jungkook's mouth beside your ear whispering to you again. "Remember, that's what you wanted," he smiles, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.

He quickly grabs your chin and turns your head around in order to kiss your lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue. He backs away before Namjoon enters the room, keeping his hand at the right place where it belongs.

"What's wrong with y'all?"

You freeze when you hear your brother's deep voice, a scowl drawing on his face. His brows are frowned, looking disappointed, but he doesn't seem to want to stop Jungkook, not at all. You have the impression that he knew and didn't expect it to actually happen.

Jungkook's fingers penetrate you and you gasp loudly, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your pussy burn, fingers stretching you out really well.

You glance in Jungkook's direction, watery eyes asking for pity, begging for mercy. But that's what you wanted, wasn't it?

He doesn't have any pity for you, you realize, and so you turn your head back around, gaze shifting up to Namjoon's face. "I- I-" you begin, but miserably stop as Jungkook starts pumping in and out of your wet pussy. "I asked for it!" You finally squeak out, grasping on Jungkook's arm.

You open your legs wider despite you, your entire body on fire, Jungkook's fingers being too big for your own good. This one smirks at you, satisfied you listened to him and lied to Namjoon. Willingly or not, you did what he said because you're nothing more than his dumb little stepsister.

"I'm sorry, Joonie, I'm sorry," you sob out, apologizing because Jungkook has made you believe it was just all your fault. Sure, you're nowhere near against it, let's not lie, but you also feel like you're betraying Namjoon.

The last time you were alone in the house, Jungkook was locked up in his room playing on his Playstation and Namjoon was studying in his room, too.

You don't really remember how it happened, but it hadn't been long until you found yourself getting pounded into your mattress, crying fat tears under Namjoon.

You had almost lost any rational thoughts that day, only remembering his name that you were crying out each time his hand around your throat tightened or when his cock reached impossibly deep into you.

"No, you're not," Namjoon shakes his head, refusing your lame apology. He steps closer, placing himself just in front of you so you have to tilt your head up to look at him. "Do you know what you are, though?" He questions.

Your eyebrows knit together, confused. "No..." You mutter, shamelessly getting fucked by Jungkook's fingers. Your nails dig into his forearm and scratch his skin as you claw at it, leaving white trails and crescent forms behind.

Namjoon leans over and grabs your chin, his eyes boring into yours. "A stupid slut," he responds all too casually, his hot breath hitting your face.

Maybe he's right because the only thing you can answer is a moan as Jungkook finds your sensitive spot way too easily. Your mouth is agape and you whine in Namjoon's face. You should be embarrassed, but shame doesn't even make its way to your brain as you're too overwhelmed by the pleasure building up in your core.

"What did we do to deserve a brainless girl like you as our sister, huh?" Jungkook chuckles beside you while your gaze is still connected with Namjoon's, little pearls falling down on your burning cheeks.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, weak and defeated. Always sorry for something that isn't technically your fault. That hand didn't sneak in your panties by itself, someone's controlling it. And Namjoon didn't break into your room just like that, it was calculated.

In the end, it doesn't matter whose fault it is because you want it as much as they do.

"Stop fucking whining, you're annoying," Namjoon scolds and you close your mouth, really feeling ashamed now. "This is what you wanted, so fucking take it," he says with a firm voice, making your heart ache in your rib cage and your walls clench around Jungkook's long fingers.

Namjoon lets go of your face roughly and now Jungkook completely wrecks you, moving in and out of you and curling his fingers inside, his digits patting the spongy spot inside your pussy.

You move your legs apart until your feet dangle in the air, hands grasping on the cushions underneath, nails sinking into the material. You keep your mouth shut, but your whines are still heard as well as your sobs, hips bucking upward to meet your brother's hand.

"You're going to cum, aren't you, baby girl?" Jungkook wonders, but it's evident. Your thighs are shaking, your cunt can't stop clenching around him and your cries are amplifying. "God, you're sucking my fingers in like a slut."

Of course, it's after he says that that you feel your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening. You can't keep your mouth closed anymore and moan out as your orgasm passes through you intensely.

You close your legs around his hand, now too sensitive to handle his fingers. You breathe heavily, looking at them with a blurry vision and damped cheeks from your tears.

Jungkook slowly retracts his hand away from your heat, licking his fingers clean from your cum. You have the feeling that this isn't finished, quite far from it, and you're soon proven right.

Namjoon pulls you up by your arm, only to shove you against the couch on your stomach after. "If you cry again, I won't have any other choice than to shut you up myself."

.

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[bits-and-babs]

14 - Joel Miller. Joel begging is such a nice thought :)

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊-𝐘

pairings: Joel Miller x f!Reader

word count: 1k

warnings: very vague reference to suicide (character canon), use of a sex toy (m receiving), overstimulation, reference to spoilt orgasms, oral (m receiving).

summary: you punish Joel for going through your stuff.

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Creaking on its hinges as you push it open, the door to the entrance of your home is the only sound throughout the house as you enter. It’s oddly silent, differing from the months-long tradition of returning to the twang of gently plucked guitar strings floating downstairs.

“Joel?” You call, arching your brow as you kick off your snow-caked walking boots and leave them on the decking outside. It’s still freezing cold in Jackson; Joel always complaining about your freezing cold feet pressing against him as you cradle each other in an attempt to swindle more body heat.

No sound returns your call, and you begin to ascend the stairs quietly, your gun in hand. Multiple horrid scenarios flash through your mind. Had someone entered the house and attacked him? Had the grief for Sarah consumed him again, leading him to the gun storage locker in your shared bedroom?

Despite your dreadful assumptions, much to your relief, you find Joel sitting on the bed. His back faces you, and he’s hunched over something that has captured his undivided attention.

“Joel! You scared me!” You huff, releasing the handle of your gun and letting the weapon settle in its holster. Joel, however, nearly jumps out of his skin, attempting to shove something back into your bedside table subtly. You notice.

“Jesus-“ he scoffs, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly, “You’re home early!”

“What were you looking at?” You query, rounding the bed with a quizzical expression. Joel’s eyes seem to find everything but your own, the flush to his sun-bludgeoned cheeks telling you everything you need to know.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to go snooping?” You muse, enjoying the caught-red-handed flush to his face.

“Where did you find them?” He asks, avoiding your question and peering at the bedside cabinet once again.

“A shop in the city,” you hum, reaching into the drawer and picking out the vibrator he had no doubt been eyeing before you stumbled across his curious frisk of your bedside. “Couldn’t help but pick a few up.”

Pushing down on the button, you watch as Joel stares at the rumbling sex toy in your palm. His gaze flicks tentatively between the silicone and your expression.

“Now,” you pause, a smirk playing on your lips as you click the button again to amp the speed of the vibrations up, “What are we to do about your trespassing?”

✰

Joel Miller is a man who completely devotes himself to total control. He credited the twenty years of his survival to being in complete authority of every situation he found himself in, passing judgement as and when he saw fit.

Authority wasn’t something Joel was willing to surrender to just anyone— which is why you appreciate his absolute faith in you.

His fingers grasp onto the bed frame with a white-knuckle grip, glueing his palms to the wood as you had requested. He groans out loudly and tilts his head back, at the mercy of the vibrator that you trace up the frenulum of his twitching cock.

Cum drools from the ruddy head, dripping down onto his soft abdomen and shining beneath the golden light of the lampshade resting on the bedside cabinet.

“You’re making a mess,” you hum softly, pushing the juddering silicon toy against the head of his dick. Joel, despite the shattering overstimulation you’d subjected him to for the past hour, rocked his hips up against the vibrator with a haggard breath of despair. “I can clean it up with my tongue if you’d like?”

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, eyes rolling back when he tucks his face into the curve of his bicep in an attempt to conceal his embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, cupping his balls gently in your free palm. Joel’s body trembles at the simple touch, desperate to cum. “It’s okay, Joel.”

“Oh shi- Please!” He breaks down, choking on the words that spill from his lips, “Please, I need to- fuckin’, please let me cum!”

“That what you want?” You smile sweetly, watching his eyelids flutter as you press the button once again, the intensity of the vibrations at their peak as you rub the toy back and forth across the glossy tip of his cock.

“Yes!” He gasps loudly, jutting his hips up into the sensation as he chases the impending threat of his orgasm. It’s overwhelming him, rocking through his muscles yet failing to hit the summit. Joel slams his fist against the bed frame, spitting curses through his gritted teeth.

“Have you learnt your lesson not to go snooping through my things?” You smirk, watching as Joel’s abdomen flexes desperately against the building sensation of bliss.

“Darlin’!” He calls you desperately, begging you to give him what he needs.

“Or will you do this more often?” You ask despite his frustrated growl of your name. Studying his wet lashes and the flush of his face, you continue to tease him, “Digging through my things in the hope I punish you like this again?”

“Fuckin’- Please!” Joel surrenders himself to you wholly, begging in a cracked voice. “Baby, please, I can’t do this anymore- I need to- oh fuck, that’s it-!”

He practically stops breathing altogether when you slide the vibrator down the length of his twitching, swollen cock and take the head into your mouth. It doesn’t take much at all. One, two, three swirls of the tip of your tongue against the velvety skin, and Joel lets out the most anguished moan. He finishes in your mouth, cum pumping down your throat and coating your tongue as you swallow him down over and over, the spend leaking down your chin. The vibrator seems to keep it going and going, his body trembling with the sheer force of his ecstasy.

“Hoh- fuck-“ Joel gasps loudly, sucking oxygen into his lungs when he looks down at you. Even in his practically delirious state, he wipes the cum from your chin in an act of service, a feeble attempt to take control once again.

“You liked that more than you’re letting on,” you muse.

“No, I didn’t.”

Ellie’s right. He’s a shitty liar.

END

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[kquil]

🍪: cookie with james who surprises reader by coming over at their work to pick them up and he's very touchy and wants hugs and all the cute stuff but reader tries (and fails) to pry him off them bc they're sweaty and gross from working all day if that makes sense hehe tysm and congrats on 1k <3

A/N : this was super cute darling! thank you for the request and celebrating my 1k milestone with me, i'm sorry this took so long for me to write, nevertheless, i hope you enjoy how it turned out ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

“James?” you call with uncertainty, cautiously eyeing the familiar figure standing before you. His charming grin, complete with adorable dimples, greets you and you’re immediately assured of who’s standing before you. It was probably the setting around him that somehow warped his appearance enough to seem unfamiliar. It wasn’t common for James to come to your workplace as the two of you got off work at the same time and found it more efficient to make the journey home separately; it was to your complete surprise that he was standing before you, just in time as you got off work, “What are you doing here?” Despite the question, a happy grin couldn’t escape your features. 

“To pick you up, of course,” the curly haired brunette regards you with a fond stare but rolls his eyes playfully, his tone just as tongue-in-cheek. Your loving boyfriend quickly approaches you with arms outstretched and a mischievous sparkle in his pretty hazel eyes. 

“Uhhh…” it was then that you noticed his state of hard labour. Having worked all day, he was covered in sweat and grime and you’re sure he wasn’t the cleanest either, “James!” you squeal in protest when he shows no mercy and pulls you into his arms with an evil laugh. 

“What?~” he feigns innocence, having successfully captured you in a tight embrace before peppering your face with kisses and squeezing you in his strong, muscular and sweaty arms, “I’m just kissing you~” he teases, his attack of kisses unrelenting until he succumbs to nuzzling his face into your hair and taking a big breath in through his nose, “you smell soooooo pretty~” 

“James!” you protest again, struggling against his hold but can’t help the laugh that escapes you, the merriment shaking your limbs and weakening your grapple for freedom. 

“If you just keep calling my name, I won’t know what’s wrong so I won’t do anything~” he sings, maintaining his playful tone of voice. Now he’s kissing the crown of your head and slowly making his way back to your face again, eventually reaching your temple, where he proceeds to trail a sloppy path down to the pudge of your cheek.

“James?” you call once more, pulling your face away and meeting his eyes, his hazel pools reflecting so much love and tenderness in the mix of his shamelessness. 

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you for picking me up,” his eyes soften considerably and he leans down, loving words forming on his tongue but is caught completely off guard when you take the opportunity to push him away, laughing, “but stay away from me!” your playful words matches his earlier one in both pitch and tone, “you stink~” 

“Wha-?!” he makes a face of mock offence before coming at you like a game of prey and predator, “that’s just the smell of my abundant love for you!”

“Yeah right!” you roll your eyes as easily as the sarcastic comment rolls off your tongue and laugh when he begins to chase you, “Abundant in sweat and grime, more like!” 

“Why you-! Get back here!” you both laugh as he chases you to his car where you giggle with one another, share a kiss and settle in his car before he finally drives you both home for a much needed shower and rest.

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

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[nyankolovesbox]

Welp, we are here. But not going to lie I plan to finish up the comic for now... How about I just show you the finished product of the first page? I will celebrate when its 1k because honestly I have other things to do sDFSDFDSS

Here you go! Purgatory AU!

Still working on the last two pages because lord have mercy I need a little introduction, then I will post it on the purgatory blog!

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc au #tadc purgatory #tadc pomni #tadc caine

[madlittlecriminal]

Hiii, I'm not sure if you're still taking requests, but if you are, could you write headcanons about the moonboys reacting when the reader wears glasses (it could be something sfw and nsfw)?

Thank you <3 <3 <3

Their Preference ✰ Moon Boys × GN!Reader with Glasses [headcanons]

you're welcome! hope you like it! :D as someone who wears glasses, i was so happy to receive this because like :')

Warnings: a bit of smut, i don't wear contacts so if you do i apologize if there's any mistakes, tour guide!steven because it's what the baby boy deserves, show's depiction of DID so i apologize for any errors, i speak spanish and my spanish might be different than yours

~from my 1K Follower Celebration, but im accepting requests for these three men

-NOT MY PHOTO-

You've been with the boys for about a year now, but they've never seen you in your glasses

You've worn contacts and always made sure you had a new pair

But then you ran out and forgot to get new ones

So, you had to wear you glasses

Unfortunately, you had to get your new contacts tomorrow since your eye doctor was already closed as it was past 6 pm

That also meant the guys would be home from Steven's shift at the museum as a tour guide.

You sat on the couch waiting for them to come home

When you heard to the familiar sound of his keys hitting the door, you smiled

He came in and was taken aback by the sight of you.

"Love?"

"Yeah?"

He tilted his head to the side.

"Since when do you wear specs?"

"For a while now, I just wore contacts before."

He grinned.

"Adorable,"

You felt your cheeks warm up at his words

Marc took control of the body next and would be in awe of you in your glasses

"You look beautiful, baby. You should wear them more often."

Then Jake took control.

"Cariño, te ves increíble con tus lentes puestos." ("Darling, you look incredible with your glasses on.")

They gave you the option to either forget the contacts as a whole or to wear them when you'd go out because they were obsessed with you wearing your glasses.

Regardless, they were always gentle with your glasses

Cuddles? They'd take them off for you since you had a habit of falling asleep in their arms

Hugs? They'd make sure you weren't too squished in their chest so your glasses wouldn't be damaged

Sex? Ha...on or off, they didn't mind.

If they were on though, they'd be gentle

If you wanted them to be rough, mostly with Marc or Jake, they'd take off your glasses carefully before placing them on the bedside table with such gentleness that you'd think their next movements would slowly ease into the roughness

Nope.

Maybe Marc would start slow again before pounding into you

But Jake?

Yeah, he'd show no mercy.

Either way, they'd each tell you how your glasses made you look irresistible

In ways where they would wanna hold you forever and showering you with love and affection

And in ways where they'd make love to you and/or fuck you

They didn't care though

As long as you were comfortable with them on, they were happy

At the end of the day, that's all that mattered; you being happy and comfortable.

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[flowersandbigteeth]

Red Fang takes you home

General Plot: You're getting to knew Red Fang when some ne'er do wells approach.

Word Count: 1K

💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕

Dragons (Ward, Riaz, and Ajani) x female reader

W: some description of fighting, sfw monster fluff

The moment was broken by the scent of sour ale flooding the garden. Riaz and his pack looked up at once to find White Wood Pack trundling across the lawn, still bloody from their earlier fight. He found himself openly growling at their intrusion. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you look up at him in surprise. 

“What are you lot doing creeping around in the bushes?” Ajani shouted, meeting them at the small gate that separated the terrace from the garden. 

“Came to celebrate the festival same as anyone,” a White Wood belched, trying to brush past him, “best to show up to these things late when the wenches have got a few drinks in ‘em.”

Red Fang angled their bodies to hide you, but the grubby warlock had shrewd eyes. 

“What have you got there?” he asked, peeking around Ward to look at you. 

“Nothing you need to concern yourselves with,” Ward asserted, taking a step forward into his space, “I’m surprised you four are still standing. Hard headed bunch, aren’tcha?” 

Another White Wood, this one with a few rotten teeth missing, scoffed, shoving his shoulder into Ajani. 

“Out of the way,” he grunted.  Ajani pushed him back, refusing to move. 

One of them maneuvered around the back side of the garden to lean his arms over the railing at your back. 

“Hello there little lady, why not ditch these guys and come spend some time with my crew? I can tell you we are a lot more fun than these scoundrels.” 

You shrank away from him, obviously uncomfortable and with surprising agility for a big man he hopped the fence, landing neatly in front of you and grabbing your wrist. You shouted in surprise and it set off every instinctive switch in Riaz that told him to protect. Without thinking he jerked the warlock away from you. 

“How dare you put your hands on me?” the warlock snapped as if they hadn’t already kicked their asses once that day. He swung out a sharp uppercut, catching Riaz in the chin. His vision went red and he clocked him right back. He heard you squeal and then all hell broke loose as the two packs went at each other. 

Someone inside must have heard your cries because before you knew it the matron of the Lotus Complex, Velma, (the town guard that had found you) and and her partner came out. They jumped into the rabble without a thought. She immediately broke up the fight, while the male orc helped you off of the bench you’d taken shelter on. 

“I thought we already talked to you lot about fighting?” he snapped, checking you for injuries. 

“We were protecting (Y/N), when this one attacked us!” Ward snapped back, pointing at the leader of the White Wood pack. 

He growled. 

“He put his hands on me first!” he hissed, pointing at Riaz. 

“He touched (Y/N),” Riaz retorted, jerking his thumb at the warlock. 

“If she’s not your mate, him touching her is no excuse to start a fight and ruin the festivities,” the matron of the Lotus Complex huffed, crossing her arms. 

“But-” Riaz started, but he was cut off by Velma pulling out her handcuffs. 

“I already warned you once tonight. You all are coming in,” she said, her eyes focused hungrily on him. 

You had no idea, but Velma had never gotten over that he left her to join his pack and move to the mountains with Ward and Ajani. He didn’t look forward to a night at her mercy.  

“Wait!” you blurted out. 

Everyone looked at you. 

“If they were my mates they wouldn’t get arrested?” you asked.

Velma looked at you, raising an eyebrow. 

“It’s legal for them to protect you from a perceived threat, yes, if you were mates. But they're not so-” 

“Red Fang pack are my mates,” you announced and then quickly, "I was just accepting their proposal when these...other...guys showed up."  

Everyone stared at you. 

The matron quickly shuffled over to you. 

“Darling…are you sure about that? They aren’t…oh dear, how do I put this…they probably aren’t right for you.” 

At that you looked offended. 

“What do you mean? Are they liars?” you asked. 

She thought about it. 

“Well no.” she answered.

“Are they cruel to people or animals?” 

She shook her head. 

“Do they care about each other?”

Riaz answered that for her. 

“Yes, we care about each other very much.” 

You smiled. 

“Then I don’t see the problem.”  

The matron looked at a very angry looking Velma and her confused looking partner. 

“If the female declares them to be mates, then they are, those are the rules. You do understand this is a permanent arrangement, (Y/N)?” 

At that you bit your lip. Riaz could see the conflict in your eyes, you wanted to go back to your family somehow. 

“Permanent until you go back,” he amended. 

She looked at him confused and he continued. 

“I know you probably want to find a way back to Earth. We don’t mind helping you with that and while you're here we can be mates. I mean we will always be mates, but we won't stop you from going home.”

“Riaz…” Ward warned, but he shot him a look that said it was the right thing to do. They weren’t ever going to find someone in Imbryah to mate with them and he would rather have you for a short time than not at all. Whatever misgivings they all had disappeared when you smiled at them. 

“Okay,” you said, “then, yes, we are mates if you’ll have me.”  

Your humbleness touched him. 

“Of course we will have you,” Ajani said. 

Ward looked worried, but nodded his consent.

“Then that’s that,” the matron said, clapping her hands and Velma was forced to arrest White Wood pack and lead them angrily away while she shot you daggers. 

“So what now?” you asked, Red Fang, pretty much oblivious to the orcess' threatening looks. 

Ward gave you a small smile. 

“Now we take you home, I guess,” he said, “it’s a long trip. We live in the mountains.” 

Your eyes lit up. 

“I love mountains! Are there bats?” 

They all looked at you like you were looney toons. 

“Um…yes there are bats,” he said. 

“Then let’s go,” you said, beaming and taking Riaz’s hand, “the sooner the better!” 

Riaz blinked down at you, shocked, but pleased and nodded his head. 

Ajani grinned and took your other hand. Ward gave you a half smile full of tenderness and conflict and they led you away from the complex. 

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[sashi-ya]

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 14 ➡ 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Anonymous asked: 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟺, 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔. 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗? 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. Mihawk is a priest. is not meant to disrespect any religion. creampie. breeding kink. fucking in the confession booth. 𝐰𝐜: 1k ➡ hentober masterlist

- “Father, forgive me for I have sinned” - “May God, who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in his mercy” - “I can’t stop lusting over a man…” - “Is that man me, (Name)?”

The tiny door that separates you from the priest of your church has always been the representation of how near, yet how far you were for his unusual yellow eyes. You have always been a good person, no sin you committed was too bad either. But, everything changed when suddenly, the tone of his voice and the feeling of intimacy every time you confessed, lightened a different spark in you.

The lustful thoughts while him celebrating the mass flood your mind, his pale hands holding the calyx, those same hands giving you the communion wafer, and how his lips get wet by the blood of Christ…

“I should stop… I-“ you think while tidying the church with the altar boy whose eye is lacking and instead has his face crossed with a scar over his lid.

“Zoro, It’s ok, you can go back home” Mihawk, the priest says. “(Name), I can do confession now if you are still interested” he says, with a peaceful tone. Of course, he has no impure thoughts when looking at you, and is unaware of your sinful ones.

You swallow, your throat becomes dry, and by looking at the ground you nod. You shouldn’t but the devil has tempted you… were you really in need of confessing your sins, or, you wanted to be close and alone with him for at least one last time?

Alone at last, you follow him to the confessing booth. It’s made out of fine wooden, with angels carved and holy representations of your faith. The inside, dark and only decorated by a single painting of Adam and Eve biting an apple, being surrounded by a snake, is where you wait for him to get ready on the other side.

A little curtain opens and again, you can only see his peculiar golden eyes. You instantly start fidgeting with the crucifix pendant that hangs from your collar, it’s time to start.

“Father, forgive me for I have sinned” you pronounce and wait for his classic response.

“May God, who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in his mercy. Go ahead, (Name)” he pronounces, turning the practice holy.

You clear your throat; would it be that bad if you confess your sin incompletely…? “I can’t stop lusting over a man… a man that… I can’t lust for” you whisper, waiting for his sacred forgive.

But, Mihawk takes his time to say anything at all, until what comes out of his mouth surprises you to no extent. “Is that man me, (Name)?” he asks, so nonchalantly.

You widen your eyes, how… is that noticeable? “Yes” you recognize, looking down to your knees in profound repentance. You close your eyes, because you are sure he is gonna scold you, or even worse, kick you out of the church, but, they always say expect the unexpected.

The little door that separates priest from faithful opens with a slight creek. You can see his long black coat covering his whole body, and the semi light of a single lightbulb enlightens just his sharp features.

“Father Mihawk, I-“ you try to excuse yourself. “(Name), you know… this type of sins are not easily forgiven, and I don’t think prayers will be enough” he says, smiling subtly and patting his lap. Your eyes widen, your lips separate. Is he calling you to sit on his legs?

“Come on, come here” he orders, luring you into obeying instantly. “Yes, father” you say, while the long silky material of your skirt grazes against his black alb. His arms surround your waist from behind, locking you in place, slightly pushing you against his own body.

His goatee grazes your cheek, the crucifix hanging over his chest carves a cross on your back; there is no much space to move. His warm breathe plays with the skin of your neck. “Will give you your penitence, alright?” he says, passing his hand from your belly to in between your legs.

“Y-yes, father Mihawk” you moan, rather loudly. And that earns you one of his hands over your mouth. “Shh… nobody has to hear us” he mumbles. You nod, his sleek fingers slowly crawl in between your lips. “Suck them” he commands. And you comply.

While you impurely coat his fingers with your saliva, his free hand reaches for your sex in between the elastic of your skirt. Down, down it goes. You are sure this is definitely one of the worst sins ever committed by a man of God, but, who are you to judge?

Wet and drippy, as your panties are, your core receives his fingers inside. He plays with the bundle of nerves in it, up and down, and around. Chastity apparently is not an obstacle for him to know exactly how to make you reach the holy land of God.

But using his fingers is not the only thing he is willing to do, and, for your penitence to be effective there is still something you have to do… “You will have to receive me inside you” he says, taking his hand of your panties and taking it to your mouth.

Yes, yes.. you want it. Yes, let the sins be forgiven then.

He lifts your skirt just enough for him to access your core, no need to take your panties out, simply moving them to the side. Same for him, he moves his Alb up to uncover his hardness so ready to impale you.

Mihawk uses his strong arms to move your ass just enough for his dick to reach your entrance, and lets you fall over him with no delicacy. It feels so good, your walls clench to his shaft that gets deep, deep into you.

He smirks, looking nothing like a man of God but rather like a demon itself. His hips show no mercy with your uterus, giving you hard violent thrusts that you have to take as silently as possible.

“Do you repent your sins, (Name)?” he asks, squeezing your breasts for a better grip while fucking you. “I- do- nhg… yes, Father Mihawk” you whisper, moaning, whimpering and almost crying from the pleasure. “Very well, you will have to keep all my seed inside you then. Ok?” he grunts, grinning against your cheek.

You blink, his…seed? What is this perversion? He wants to impregnate you? But isn’t that forgiven in your faith? “But, Father Mihawk…” you dare to ask, to even put in doubt his word.

“Hopefully you will get really pregnant from it, come on…” “Yes… father Mihawk… please, please… impregnate me with your seed”

#mihawk x reader #one piece mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk #mihawk x you #op mihawk #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x oc #one piece scenario #sashi ya #mihawk x y/n #kinktober 2022 #kintober #hentober #mihawk smut

[ithaquakisser]

Desire

Synopsis; It wasn't a mere desire, but a need. Ithaqua wants and needs you more than ever.

CW; Unhealthy relationships, obsession, brief mentions of stalking

WC; ≈1K

Note; I wanted to experiment with a different take on Ithaqua for some time now, most specifically a yandere Ithaqua. I have to admit, I was reluctant at first since it'd be my first ever yandere fanfic. Although I guess we all have to start somewhere, no? But I hope you guys enjoy! This is a bit shorter than my usual fics.

It wasn't a mere want or desire, but a need. An urge, an itch. An itch that needed to be scratched. An itch that could never be satisfied. If you were to dig your nails into it, you'd find yourself only bleeding profusely. Lamenting it all. You needed to bury a blade, skin deep into it to feel anything more than envy. To finally feel satisfied.

You were all Ithaqua could think about. You occupied his mind from dawn till dusk each day. You were akin to a pest, a fly that would never cease to leave him alone. Why must you be so kind to him? Why must you even exist to torment him each day? Making him feel these insufferable emotions every waking moment. Ithaqua himself was never able to decipher his feelings for you. All he knew was that he wanted you—no. He needed you. He needed you more than ever.

He celebrates the day you set foot into the manor, whilst you rued the day. Wrongfully, you were promised a wish of yours granted. All for it to be tossed aside like dross and crushed beneath the heel of reality itself. You lived in trepidation, each of your days consisting of nothing much but feelings of pure dread. You persistently fought to survive each day, and the question here is, "why?"

Ithaqua had never involved himself with anyone. You were his only exception. The apple of his eye since the moment he laid his eyes on you. If only you could look his way, just once. If only you knew how you made him feel, then maybe, just maybe you'd understand.

Maybe someday he too would understand why his heart skips a beat whenever you'd plea for mercy. Perhaps he'd understand why he'd ensure you were safe at all costs, looming over your doorstep practically every night. Why he'd scowl and feel an ache in his chest whenever he'd witness you speak to someone else.

Wherever you went, he wasn't too far to follow. Ithaqua wanted you for his own and his own only in the most greedy way possible. He was desperate, desperate for your touch, your attention, your voice, everything. He yearned for your embrace, to feel your hand in his, someday hear you talk sweet nothings to him and him alone. These were the many things he'd do anything for. If it meant seeing you smile he'd sacrifice it all.

Yet you.. You were oh so naive.

Your heart frantically pounded against your chest as you panted, and your eyes were tightly shut as you hid from the hunter searching for you. Your e/c eyes watered out of sheer terror, wishing for it all to end. Your hands trembled as you placed them on the wall, warily peeking from the walls of the Red Church. The faint sound of metal clanking against the cement pavement echoed throughout the vicinity.

All three of your teammates have been eliminated and only you remained. You were in a state of panic, unsure of what to do at this very moment. If you dared to move a single limb you were certain the hunter would find you even if it was a subtle movement. You were convinced he could hear your every move as you held your breath.

There was a brief moment of silence, you could hear nothing more but the sound of your heart beating in your ears. You let out a sigh of relief, relaxing your muscles as you made your way toward the dungeon which was just a few feet away from you. Immediately, you were taken by surprise. Your heart skipped a beat as you were forcefully pulled away from the dungeon by a strong wind current. You staggered for a moment before being struck down, letting out a whimper upon impact.

"Please.. just let me go." You pleaded as you groaned. The hunter grinned as he leisurely removed his mask. Wavy platinum hair draped over his forehead as dark eyes gazed upon yours with a grin. He could only chuckle in response to your pleas, finding amusement in your vulnerable state. Ithaqua lifted your chin with a finger, his gaze fixed on yours. "Now, now, don't give me that look. I did this all for you after all." He cooed, tracing his thumb over your lower lip.

"Wh.. What?" You uttered in confusion. Clutching your wound as droplets of crimson spilled from your side, a wave of fatigue overcame you as your vision began to blur. The dungeon before you seemingly looking further and further away. "I cleared the vicinity of any potential disturbances. I didn't wish for the two of us to be interrupted." Ithaqua explained. "I was meaning to make some time for the both of us, if only you knew how long I've waited for this."

"If I may ask, Y/N, have you been purposely avoiding me?" He inquired, caressing your cheek as he spoke. He looked at you in admiration, he felt his heart race at the sight of you before him. You shook your head, struggling to focus on the hunter in front of you as you continued to bleed. "Then why do we seldom speak, hm? Do you hate me?" Ithaqua interrogated.

"Why are you doing this..?" You questioned, furrowing your brows. "That does not answer my question." He scowled, gripping your face tightly. His nails lightly dug into your skin, causing you to wince. "Answer me, Y/N," Ithaqua demanded. You were unable to utter a single word out of dread, a hand clasping Ithaqua's wrist as he tightened his grip on you.

You struggled under his grip as you grew both weary and lightheaded. You weakened your grasp, watching as he softened his gaze, his lips curling into a smile. The young man lessened his grip on you and leaned towards you as your body threatened to collapse. Tenderly, he placed a kiss on your forehead. You lost consciousness shortly after. Having no memory recollection of the events that occurred afterward. However, the sound of wind rang in your ear as you awoke in your bed once again.

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[fable-and-folly]

Rainbow Rec List

3Inspired by @danpuff-ao3 ‘s Color Self Recs

Pretty in Pink by @writcraft (Drarry, E, 3k)

What happens when the only person who accepts your secrets is the one person you can’t stand?

Hands Red, Hands Red by starlitsilveryes (Drarry, E, 30k)

Harry Potter is an International Quidditch Star with a dark secret behind his celebrity smile; Draco Malfoy is an Auror assigned to a case where he has to catch the world’s most dangerous and renowned criminal.

A story of crime, murder, emotional conflict, and illusion of love for those who are drawn to the allure of darkness.

Orange Blossoms by @danpuff-ao3 (Snarry, T, 3k)

These are foolish times to have hope, and more foolish still to be in love. 

Yellow is the Colour (of My True Love’s Hair) by @mintawasalreadytaken (Drarry, E, WIP.)

Harry Potter can't forget Dumbledore's offer to Draco Malfoy on the parapet. Convinced that saving his nemesis is key to conquering Voldemort, he makes an offer of mercy that intertwines their fates.

Going Green by emynn (Snarry, E, 14k)

It was all Harry ever wanted for Severus to be recognised by the Wizarding world for all he’d done. But when Severus’ newfound popularity leads to a potential love interest, Harry becomes all too familiar with the old adage, “be careful what you wish for.”

The Blue Door by Snegurochka (Snupin, E, 36k.)

There is no situation, no opportunity, no sudden, aching desire that a werewolf can't control. Any man who says otherwise is just a man looking for an excuse

the witching hour (purple midnight) by ElasticElla (Hedric, T, 1k)

The first time Harry notices Cedric is in his third year. Dementors swarm the pitch, and everything goes black. He wakes up later in the hospital wing, the Hufflepuff seeker sleeping in a chair beside him, and Ron tells him in excited whispers how Diggory caught him and the match was declared null.

That Old Black Magic by bixgirl1 (Drarry, E, 77k)

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

The White Road by @perverse-idyll (Snarry, E, 47k)

One day, comfortably set up in the afterlife, Lily Evans Potter switches on the telly and gets hooked on the Harry Potter show.

Flecks of Gray by @wynnefic (Tomarry, T, 1k)

After Harry's second encounter with Voldemort, Lily's protection goes haywire, turning everyone Harry touches to ash. It's very inconvenient.

Sandy Brown Curls by outofbookshelves (Wolfstar, T, 1k)

Sirius stumbles upon a bookshop one day and is immediately smitten with its adorable owner.

#drarry #snarry #snupin #wolfstar #hedric #tomarry #recs

[andreafmn]

12 Days of Ficmas - Day 12

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): mistletoe kiss

Word Count: 1K

Story Description: No one truly knows how the mistletoe tradition started, but it's littered houses for centuries during Christmastime. But spending a Christmas with the original hybrid proves to be quite... informative.

Fandom: Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader

A/N: I somehow was able to finish this before the year ended, though I thought I wouldn't be able to😅🫣 anywho, Merry Christmas everyone!! Thank you for following along with my stories, it truly has made my year 💖💖

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Under the Mistletoe

Many people questioned how the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe started. Just who had been the first person to say that denying a kiss under the plant would bring bad luck?

That’s precisely what (Y/N) wondered as she hung bundles of them over many entrances in The Abbatoir.

Somehow, the supernatural world has decided to take a break during the holidays. Especially the feuding groups of New Orleans that had decided on a truce between them. They wanted to celebrate Christmastime in honor of all the lives lost and all the lives that started.

Having this kind of peace wasn’t normal. Not having to fight for their lives was not something anyone around the Mikaelson family knew. But here they all were, preparing for a holiday feast. All bad blood between the family had been laid to rest to enjoy that night. Maybe the love/hate that always lingered between them would resurface the next day, but at least they would have that night.

Klaus Mikaelson sat on a couch with a smile on his face, watching as the girl jumped from door to door placing the plants.

“You do know most of the people that will be in attendance tonight are related, love,” Klaus grinned. “It wouldn’t make much sense to have them stuck under some tradition that brings bad luck.”

“Obviously it’s different when you’re family, Nik,” she smiled, stretching her body on a ladder to hang one on the main entrance hall. “It’s just a kiss on the cheek. But honestly, I’ve never heard of anyone getting bad luck because of this. I don’t even know how it all started. It’s just a bit of fun.”

As she finally hung the last mistletoe, (Y/N) lost her balance and fell backward. She braced herself for the impact against the hard ground, but it never came. Instead, she fell into warm arms that cradled her body before she could hurt herself.

“You clumsy girl,” Nicklaus chuckled. “How many times have I told you to be careful?”

“Maybe I did this one purpose,” (Y/N) grinned as she placed her hand on his jaw. “You’re under the mistletoe, darling.”

The hybrid raised his head and laughed as he noticed he was in fact right below the three little red circles. (Y/N) was nothing if not a tease more often than not. She was a bundle of happiness that juxtaposed his own ire-filled heart. She was the reason for the little mercy he’d give the people who crossed him.

Since (Y/N) had come into his life, he found the anchor he’d needed for so long. She understood everything he did and why he did it — though she disagreed with 98% of all the things he did and how he did them. But she never looked at him differently. She never saw him with scared-filled eyes or with disappointment, her (Y/E/C) only looked at him with love. And he was scared for the day that she didn’t — it terrified him.

But at that moment, in his arms, (Y/N) stared at him in adoration, waiting for the moment their lips would collide. Her legs shook with giddiness, waiting on Klaus to finally make his move. With another chuckle, he finally pressed his lips to hers. An out-of-character soft kiss.

“You know,” he said as he set her down, placing his hands on her hips. “I was the one that started this centuries-old tradition.”

“You?” (Y/N) chuckled. “Why would you ever start something like this, Nik?”

“What can I say, love? I’ve always been one for a little mischief.”

“This is more than a little,” she laughed. “You made a whole tradition that even made it into the Christian rendition of the holiday. Many people actually believe that refusing a kiss gives you bad luck.”

“Who’s to say it doesn’t?” Klaus grinned. “You do know we were witches before we were vampires.”

“Klaus,” she gasped. “Did you really curse a whole plant for fun?!”

The man broke out in laughter, the sound booming across the space. He sat back down on the couch, beckoning (Y/N) to sit beside him. She smiled at him before settling on the space beside him, her head falling onto his chest.

“You do know that part isn’t real,” he said. “People back then believed too much in superstitions and I played into it. Apparently, that little joke stuck through centuries.”

“That’s good to know,” (Y/N) chuckled against him. “Although I wouldn’t put it past you though. No offense, darling.”

“None taken, love. My reputation precedes me and I am not ashamed of it.”

“Well, luckily though, we don’t need that silly tradition to kiss all we want,” she grinned mischievously at him. (Y/N) flipped herself onto his lap, her legs on each side of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a teasing kiss on his lips. “We don’t really need the mistletoe for much of anything.”

“I like where your head is at,” he growled as his hands gripped her hips, pushing her into him. “Maybe we can make this into the next Christmas tradition.”

“Well, it seems this will have to wait until after dinner, brother,” Rebekah’s voice filled the room.

(Y/N) left Niklaus’ lap as embarrassment filled her body, sitting next to him as she had been seconds before.

“Impeccable timing as always, Rebekah.” 

“I tried to get her to wait so you both could have this moment by yourself, but she insisted on ruining the moment,” Elijah said. “I do apologize for the impromptu intrusion, (Y/N).” 

“Oh, that’s no problem,” she laughed. Getting up from the seat, she went to give the siblings a hug. “You guys could never intrude.” 

“Hey, you’re standing under mistletoe,” Rebekah stated, pointing at the little plant over Elijah and (Y/N). “That means you owe her a kiss, Elijah.”

In an instant, Klaus was between his brother and his partner, pushing him out of the way.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he said. “The only one giving (Y/N) a kiss under the mistletoe is me.”

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[caroldantops]

your beauty never ever scared me

ship: vampire!valkyrie x reader

summary/request: a cozy night in with your wife. sequel to your little heart goes pitter-patter

word count: 1k

warnings: smut (18+), vaginal fingering (reader receiving), alcohol consumption, bloodsucking, soft vampire wife

masterlist | monsterfucker celebration 2022 masterlist

The dancing of flames in the fireplace casts shifting shadows throughout the library. They flicker across Valkyrie's skin, illuminating her face in an orange hue. She notices you staring at her. She always does. 

"I know you can't take a picture, but my portrait is upstairs," she grins. "It'll last longer."

"What's the fun in that?" 

"Just a suggestion, darling." Valkyrie turns back to her book. A beat of silence passes before she speaks again, not looking up from the pages, but clearly not reading them. "I'll never know why you stare at me like that anyway."

"Am I not allowed to admire my wife?" You ask, putting the glass of wine you've been nursing onto the table beside you. The book in Valkyrie's hands is nudged out of the way as you climb into her lap, wrapping your hands around her neck. She drops the book, hands finding your waist like its second nature. 

"No human has ever looked at me the way you do," Valkyrie whispers, just a breath away from your lips as she hovers over them, teasing. "Your breath smells like wine." 

"Probably because I've been drinking wine," you giggle, cupping her face in your hands. "Whatever it is Thor brought over is ‘specially strong." 

"That's 'cuz it's made for gods, not puny humans," Valkyrie kisses your cheek and trails her way down your neck. You feel her breath as she nudges her nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as she takes in your scent. "I can smell it in your blood. Fuck, there's a lot I miss about being human, but alcohol is near the top of that last." 

The warmth of the fire is nothing compared to the warm tingling that takes over your body as Valkyrie's tongue laps over your skin. Buzzing with excitement, your hands claw at her toned back. You don't know what's making your blood feel hot more - the alcohol or the arousal. 

"Will you let me drink from you tonight, lovely?" Valkyrie's words are mumbled against your neck. “Will you let me taste you?”

This is how she always asks you. Never if she can, because you both know she's more than capable of taking despite whether you agree or not. No, she always asked if you'd let her. For as brooding and dominant as Val was, you were her one soft spot. 

Even though your first encounter was less than ideal, she took an immediate liking to you, and you did as well. She allowed you to leave after she had her fun with you, but ultimately you found your way back to the castle within the week. Val had been brooding over a thousand year old bottle of whiskey she couldn't even fully enjoy when you broke into the castle again, and the rest was history. 

"Of course, Val," you hum, voice wavering a bit with anticipation of what's to come. 

Valkyrie, always the gentleman, maneuvers you with ease to lay down on the crushed velvet couch. She settles her weight on top of you, knee between your thighs. Her dark pupils are blown out, dazed with starvation as she takes a moment to admire the sight of you at her mercy. 

As many times as you’ve done this, there’s a certain hesitance that always takes over your body as Valkyrie starts giving your neck gentle nips to warm you up. You suppose it’s instinctual. The primal part of your brain tells you to run from the bloodthirsty vampire, and you have to ignore it and let yourself relax. 

Valkyrie knows that sometimes your body refuses to relax, especially if it’s been a while since she’s drank from you. Luckily, she knows exactly how to shift your focus away from the piercing of her fangs into your flesh. She reaches between your thighs, palm pressing against your clothed center, smirking at the way your hips jerk towards her. 

“Relax, darling,” Valkyrie says, giving you a soft kiss on the spot on your neck she’s zeroed in on. The tension in your body starts to shift as Valkyrie slips her fingers under the hem of your leggings and underwear, smirking against your skin when she feels the wetness gathering on her fingers. “So good for me. You ready?” 

You nod, trying not to squirm too much against her soft touches. Valkyrie’s fangs finally pierce your skin, just as she thrusts two fingers inside of you. You cry out, hands grabbing her shoulders reflexively, trying to find anything to ground you as a mix of pain and pleasure make your head spin. 

As Valkyrie starts draining you of your wine-sweetened blood, you start feeling lightheaded, eyes drifting in and out of focus. The pulsing of your cunt helps keep you present as she keeps thrusting into you - not as roughly as she usually does, she’s always soft during these moments because she knows it’s a lot for your body to take. 

In your spaced out state, you barely notice that she’s pulled away from you until she’s pulling you up to curl into her lap and pressing a cup of juice against your lips. You try to take it from her, but she doesn’t let you, opting to tip the glass for you. She wipes the excess liquid that dribbles down from your chin. 

“Messy,” she says simply. You look up at her and laugh at the irony of the comment, considering she has some of your blood staining her own lips. “You were right about that wine Thor brought being strong. This is the closest I’ve felt to drinking alcohol in centuries.” 

“‘M glad,” you mumble, clearly worn out from her drinking from you. The arousal dripping between your thighs is forgotten as the desire to sleep takes over your body. “Bedtime.” 

“Bedtime already, huh?” Valkyrie chuckles. “Don’t even want me to finish taking care of that pretty pussy?” 

“Tomorrow.” 

“Alright, love. Tomorrow I’ll give you a reward for being such a good pet for me. For now, bedtime.”

#valkyrie x reader #valkyrie smut #c: valkyrie #silver's 2022 mf celebration #silver writes

[bhxrdy]

unknown/nth | osferth

author’s note: for @arcielee​ 1K celebration - just a little drabble based on hozier’s song ‘unknown’. for you my dear, hoping you will enjoy ❤️ congratulations again on your milestone! and to @itbmojojoejo​, thank you for beta reading! lots of love & stay safe 💕

      He was but a warrior monk.

An angel amongst beast; words she whispered to him in bed as they danced in the middle of the night, amidst the flames of the hearth.

Dear Osferth, ever so endearingly naive. His blues covered in rose, the coloured lenses granted his sight with a mirage of grace and beauty.

And through the hues stood a vision in darkness, lustrous and holy.

And she wore a crown, birthed from the shadows of her storm; the halo ever so bright, induced by the strikes of lightning.

And she was scarlet, the shade hidden behind sweet smiles, soft touch and tender song.

Ever standing tall, she would spell treats in his ear, enticing his heart with sacred promises.

And the gentle boy could only see light.

And the cold front was weaving its way through the air, the missing guest to a dinner party.

     He was but a kind soul.

Syllables she would mumble under her breath, Eve’s lips drenching him in sin.

And the lyrics seeped to his bones, his heart weakened in delight as it fell to its knees under the weight of her love. It sought him out, like the mating call of the wild, an animal in heat searching for its prey.

And she would shine, a body of divinity, with her robes as crimson as the blood running through his veins.

And the noble warrior, the kind monk, ever so keen for her touch, would beg for a sliver of her mercy - a saint amongst sinners, he would sing.

As she was, her halo bringing light to the blind.

And again, angel would flutter across her tongue; the heaviness of such holy name drafted wings on his back.

And he raised her, up, up, into the heavens, her pedestal resting amongst the beauty of the skies where her throne stood, crafted from his bones and marrow.

To his devotion, he grew hungry; sated by the fruit of the Malus, the nectar of temptation ran deep within his throat.

And her fate was sealed as she ate with him; canines sinking into the sarcotestas, the juices dripped down her chin, unhinged and unbothered. The mess was abhorrent yet such it was, a wondrous masterpiece.

Darling Osferth could only stare at the cherry colours of her self-portrait, fumes seeping through his bloodstream and ignoring the way she was holding her meal, the pieces of her pomegranate dissolving within her grasp.

The tighter she held onto the seeded fruit, the deeper he loved her.

    And so unknown he had felt until she looked his way, her piercing gaze causing the chill to run amuck and raise his skin.

My heart is yours, he would share with her, intimately under the covers.

And she had promised care and tenderness, the echoes of her spell reaching his ears the way a Sunday sermon vibrates through his soul.

Enthralled by her undeniable beauty, she gifted him a smile that could light up the world; a grin stretched so wide, her teeth showed remnants of her food, the pieces of muscle throbbing and stuck in between as they cast an alluring shadow.

And within the cavities of her mouth, her tongue licked her bloodied teeth. A hum of pleasure roamed in her throat.

And the heart was missing from his chest; a cold wind washed through the gaping hole.

And the lamb had grown frightened, for its innocence had become bruised under the caress of the wolf, the fur drenched with red.

Such a flamboyant colour, bathing sin and desire under its murky waters.

And his feathers tickled him as he fell to his knees in prayer, worshipping his love with such might.

    And as the story went, beloved Osferth - creature of pure light and goodness; the threads of his sheet stretched too thin. The strings of the marionette grew unstable, ever so slowly, and slowly, demolishing the perfect piece that was her art.

The aftertaste of the exocarp stuck on his tongue, the snake slithered through the grass haunting him like working poison.

And all remained well, though the rose of his blues started to fade, the cracks unfitting of his love.

And as such, dinner was treacherous; sinking into the depth of her gaze, he drowned under ruby water where at the surface sat her friends, guests to the party.

And by her side was Cassius, and next to him was Brutus.

And the honour went to Judas, leader of them all.

And as poor Osferth sunk deep below, his feathers set aflame, the storm grew stronger as ice seized his limbs.

Her descent had begun, her sceptre slipping from her callous hand.

    He was but a gullible man, the sweet monk.

The whispers of the devil trailing in his mind, the snake was wrapped around the poor man’s neck.

He had grown cold, his heart empty, destroyed upon the teeth of Hellfire.

He was never the angel she claimed him to be; the wings, an illusion that she seared into his brain, a state of mind that no longer remained sane.

The fantasy shattered as she fell to his feet.

And the pedestal had cracked, the throne gone.

Such a fiend she had turned out to be.

And he begged for forgiveness, his guilt submerged under holy prayer.

The scorch marks on his back stayed, tragedy forever imprinted onto his skin.

As it was, the price of sin.

And so, what is betrayal but the act of desperation? When a lover seeks comfort, who to trust but the one who will break and bound you once again - a path all well known, all well dangerous, yet still taken.

And he grew to dislike apples, the juices rotting his guts with every bite.

And within the darkness of the caves, he held her hand, her tarnished fingers interlaced with his.

Because he was sweet and thoughtful, he led the path home.

Round and round they went, down below the circles of Hell.

Oh darling, I’m home - a song she spat to her sweet husband as she tightened her lover’s hold.

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xoxo

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[kazumist]

hi!!

could i ask for 9 with albedo please?

congrats on 1k :D

prompt: exchanging gifts for the first time

note: artist!reader since i couldn't really think of anything else ;; i only got to finish this draft now since writer's block suddenly came crushing during mid-july i'm sorry anon T_________T

1k milestone event: closed!

giving or thinking of a gift for albedo can be quite tough sometimes.

he seems to like everything; he isn’t picky about what he wants and what he doesn’t like (well, minus the fact that he really likes desserts; maybe that would be a good little celebratory gift?). so his birthday or christmas season can be a bit of a pain with him being like this.

but since this is your first year anniversary, you wanted it to be a bit special to commemorate the event—the only problem is how?

gifting him a sketchbook would be nice, and maybe you could fill it with some core memories that the two of you share with each other, like that one time you two stayed up baking a cake for klee and ended up chasing around each other in the kitchen at one in the morning. or you could also draw some significant things in your relationship, like a drawing of the two of you at the huge tree by windrise since that was a place you two would relax a lot.

you decided to go with that idea since it was pretty cute and reminiscing about the drawings with albedo would be a nice little way to spend time together on your anniversary. with only two weeks left before your anniversary, you had to act fast.

-

you barely managed to finish the gift in time.

and thank the archons above that they showed mercy on you because you were sure to be late.

it’s not like you wanted to have some art block. it was the last thing you wanted! you only had one page left to fill in the sketchbook when you ran out of ideas. good thing you managed to clutch it, though—you didn’t even want to think about what the possibilities of not finishing it could lead to.

you had to meet up with albedo later today since you decided to eat out as a small celebration. 

-

when your meetup rolled around, it was soon time to hand over your gift to him.

“‘bedo, happy anniversary,” you said, handing over the neatly wrapped sketchbook. he thanked you for it and gave his gift for you as well, and when you both opened the gifts—well, it was safe to say that it was great that you didn’t actually give the same thing.

in both of your hands now was the sketchbook of the same brand; the difference was that albedo’s had finished drawings of your memories together, while the one he gave you had half finished drawings. albedo thought of a similar idea, but he only drew half of it and left it for you to finish to form the memory.

“it appears that we had similar ideas in mind,” he chuckles.

“it seems so. happy anniversary, ‘bedo. thank you.”

“happy anniversary as well.”

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[springismss]

Saving Grace - b. barnes

pairing; winter soldier! bucky x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; slight sweating, mention of a weapon/injury

word count; 1k+

summary; when you find yourself at the mercy of the infamous winter soldier, the only target that’s ever managed to outrun him, you still feel sorry for him. he’s an individual who has no free will of your own, you on the other hand, have free will. that’s what leads to you doing something you didn’t expect you would do.

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Chaos.

That's the only word you could describe everything you saw around you. Ruin, blazes, destruction. All of this because you were the latest mission of a long list of names for the male stood in front of you.

Your team stood scattered around, as he drew closer to you. An emotionless stare burning into you as you stood your ground not ready to give up just yet. The faint static in your earpiece was jumbled with a response from someone but you didn't care to listen.

Your body grew tired as you contemplated accepting your fate. You heard the stories for as long as you could remember. A male soldier who was the best at crossing off names. HYDRA's top weapon. The legendary Winter Soldier. You, like many, believed him to be a myth. A story made up to scare young kids into following the right path because they didn't want to end up the same way he did. Only he turned out not to be a myth, he was very much real.

"Hey, (y/n), come on! Get out of there!".

The sudden loudness made you jump slightly, your breath catching in your throat as you forgot how long you had it. The creaking of leather coming closer drew you out of your daze.

This was the day you were going to die. Sure, you had those thoughts many a time before but the people who tried to kill you in the past? This guy made them look like amateurs. At best, a child would do a better job than them.

Your eyes finally locked with the soldier's as you continued to stand your ground. Hands dropping to your sides as your weapon thudded on the concrete. You were tired. Tired of running. Tired of trying to convince yourself that this was all some crazy nightmare and you'd wake up soon.

"Fine, you win. I'm tired of this bullshit. I'm tired of running from you!".

Not once did the assassin react to your words. His gaze remained fixed on the target that had spent so long running from him. Once your name was crossed off, HYRDA would be pleased. You should have been one of the easiest for him to kill but somehow, you were the hardest one. Managing to escape his attempts to thwart you time again until he cornered you in some little city not too far from where he was told you resided. It would be over in a matter of seconds but those last few seconds to you would be the most painful you had ever felt in all of your existence.

Letting out a shaky breath you closed your eyes, enjoying the blackness before it became one of the last things your mind had seen. The assassin's kills were anything but painless, being able to rid the plant of your existence in seconds. You had your typical regrets of someone in your position. Of the life you never lived, of the life you'll never get to live. Maybe if you hadn't spent the past few months on the run, you would have lived your life to the fullest ready to accept this day. Now that it was here, you didn't want to leave.

"Just get it over with, Winter Soldier! I'm sure HYDRA will celebrate in some sick and twisted way when~".

Something caused you to look over the metal shoulder as your eyes tried to fixate on something happening. You couldn't quite make it out but yet, down in your gut, you didn't have the greatest feeling about it. Squinting you saw the faint glimmer of what your team called the best weapon in your grasp. From talking to the people who had managed to survive a shot from it, you found them to be in pain many months after. Some of the pain strong enough to make them want someone or something to finish the job off.

Piecing things together in your head, your eyes widened in horror as your legs began to move. A loud shot being fired was all you heard as you rushed forward, managing to push the assassin out of the way. The hot metal of the bullet fired piercing your shoulder as you landed with a grunt, your breathing rate increasing as you gripped the wound, hissing out at the contact. You don't know what made you move but something told you to save the soldier.

Judging by the look in his eyes, your reaction had taken him by just as much surprise as you.

Looking down, a small smile tugged at the corner of the sitting figure’s lips as they leaned over, placing a soft kiss upon the other's forehead. It had been a few years since that incident and they couldn't thank you enough for taking the first steps towards their freedom.

Sure, Bucky still had the arm given to him by HYDRA but he was planning on replacing it as soon as possible. The final piece of his horrible past as a ruthless killer. He didn't know why you had done what you had done but he was thankful. You may have been the only person to escape him for so long but maybe it was for that reason alone you had.

Cliché or not, you were his saving grace and he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon. Even if it killed him in the process.

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