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hearts4chriss · 4 months

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝓰 𝓾 𝓲 𝓭 𝓮 ↰

ׂ 🫶🏾 → 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞

ׂ 🩷 → 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 !

ׂ 🎁 → 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

ׂ 🎀 → 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐌𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 !! ↴

Christopher Sturniolo ↴

𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐬 !!

snaps w/ boyfriend! Chris

snaps w boyfriend! Chris ( black girl )

snaps w boyfriend! Chris

snaps w boyfriend! Chris ( black girl )

snaps w boyfriend! Chris

snaps w boyfriend! Chris ( Latina girl )

snaps w boyfriend! Chris ( brown girl )

snaps w boyfriend! Chris ( Filipino girl )

snaps w boyfriend! Chris ( Asian girl )

snaps you’d take of boyfriend! Chris

snaps of e/o w boyfriend! Chris ( black girl )

snaps w toxic! Chris pt 1

𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 !!

texts w/ boyfriend! Chris ( black girl )

texts w/ boyfriend! Chris

texts w/ toxic! Chris pt 1

texts w/ toxic! Chris pt 2

texts w toxic! Chris pt 3

texts and snaps w toxic! Chris pt 4

texts w jealous! Chris

𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬 !!

“fucking mine” w toxic! Chris 01/27/24

“take a ride” w bf! Chris 02/03/24

“haunted” w bf! Chris 02/06/24

“pour it up” w cocky! Chris! 02/08/24

“eyeblack” w bf! Chris 02/11/24

“tape that shit” w bf! Chris 02/15/24 🫶🏾

“tap that” w bsf! Chris 02/23/24

“Texas baby” w bf! Chris 02/28/24🫶🏾

“Spoiled rotten” w bf’ Chris 03/05/24

“Freshlove for the fit” bf! Chris 03/08/24

"Watch ur mouth" w toxic! chris 03/24/24🫶🏾

"Slice of pizza" w fwb! chris 3/30/24

That’s my girl: ??/??/??🎀🩷🎁

One condition: ??/??/??🎁🎀

Missed my girl: ??/??/??🎀🩷

Here: ??/??/?? 🎀

Promise: ??/??/??🎀🩷

Don’t forget: ??/??/??

Birthday sex: ??/??/??🎀

My boyfriend’s a murderer: ??/??/??🎀

Perfect: ??/??/??🎀

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 !!

Nate doe’s little sister

Chapter 01: Babysat by my brothers bestfriend 🫶🏾

Chapter 02: dirty Girl 03/03/24

Chapter 03: splash 4/19/24 🎀🎁 Teaser: snaps & texts

Chapter 04: come through: ??/??/??🎁🎀

His Princess

Chapter 01: princess 02/13/24

Chapter 02: under the table 03/17/24

Chapter 03: leather jacket 03/25/24

Chapter 04: Glasses ??/??/??💋

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

pussydrunk! Bf!chris: ??/??/??🎁🎀

rough!dom bf!chris: ??/??/??🎁🎀

Matthew Sturniolo ↴

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐬 !!

snaps w/ boyfriend! Matt

snaps w/ boyfriend! Matt ( Latina )

snaps w/ boyfriend! Matt + cheerleading black girl

snaps w/ boyfriend! Matt

snaps w boyfriend! Matt

snaps w boyfriend! Matt ( Puerto Rican girl )

snaps w boyfriend! Matt

snaps w boyfriend! Matt on tour

𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬 !!

Just a waitress: ??/??/??🩷🎀🎁

backseat: ??/??/??🎀

tats on ur arms: ??/??/??🎀

Eyes up: ??/??/?? 🎀

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Sub!shy bf!matt: ??/??/??🎁

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

sleeping with my professor

Chapter 01: “Teachers Pet” w collegeprofessor Matt 4/15/24

Chapter 02: ??? ??/??/?? 🩷🎁

Nicolas Sturniolo ↴

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐬 !!

snaps w/ platonic! Nick

snaps w/ platonic! Nick ( Chris has a crush on u ))

snaps w/ platonic! Nick ( Chris has a crush on u pt 2 ) ??/??/??🎀🎁

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒

Do NOT send me death threats ( unfortunately it has happened to be from some Matt girls and I love y’all but pls stop )

+ need anything my dms are open :)

+ "Why do you add dates?" honestly so I can keep track of how often / when im posting :)

- all works by me ©hearts4chriss ↰

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #smut #nicolas sturniolo

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prof-ramses · 5 days

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There's a trailer for TADC episode 2

Let's just cut the shit, ratta-tat, pitter-patter and get this show on the road!!!!!

It looks to me like the adventure of the da will see the crew (minus Zooble, so screw me and the other Zooble fans, I guess) being taken to the candy castle town by and admittedly adorable gummiphant thingy. The last shot somewhat reminds me of Caine explaining what Gloinks are, so I can only assume the MPPEP syrup Bubble is presenting will be the mguffin of the adventure.

The gang will be provided with a candy truck for their quest, and Jax will be provided with a flintlicorice, because why not?

I'm honestly shocked Goose's love for Gummigoo didn't tip us off to him being evil, either way, it seems him and his 2 goons (one of which references Pizza Tower and is thus automatically a great character) will repeatedly try to stop our plucky performers from

We get 2 brief glimpses of Fudge Monster, who seems to have a hypnotic stare and is a good bit bigger than I expected.

Now for some misc. details.

Judging from the background, this might be Gummigoo finding himself in negative space in the code after the adventure he was made for is finished, which might build to something in future episodes.

I have no idea what's going on here, but it can't be good.

And lastly, when we see the May 3rd release date, Pomni specifically calls out that she was sent to a meat freezer, which makes me think episode 3 will be the one to take place at Spudsy's.

#the amazing digital circus #glitch producitons #gooseworx #tadc Pomni #tadc Ragatha #tadc Jax #tadc Gangle #tadc Kinger #tadc Zooble #tadc Caine #tadc Bubble #tadc princess Loolilalu #tadc Gummigoo #tadc Fudge Monster #tadc theory #tadc ptediction #the amazing digital circus theory #the amazing digital circus prediction

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a-case-of-attachment · 1 month

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Lucifer Morningstar / reader

Warnings: religious references, alcohol, stupid drunk decisions, hallucinations?, slight horror elements, questionable friends, no use of y/n, also don't sell your soul kids!

A/N: this is just a one shot, at least its supposed to be. I just liked the idea and it wouldn't leave me alone so here you go! Have my weird little story gremlin

It’s a relatively normal night when you sell your soul to the devil. Or at least it had started out that way. Admittedly it had been an accident and a drunken one at that. You hadn’t really expected anything to come from your friends stupid dare but it seemed the old and tatted book she had found in the back of a junk store had been the real deal and you were the one now paying the price for her curiosity. Quite literally it would seem.

On the last Friday of every month your normally quiet and relaxing apartment suddenly became the place to be, the small space crammed full of people and so noisy you could barely hear yourself think. Well, crammed might have been a slight exaggeration. There were six of you in total, somehow managing to fit on your small couch and armchair and not feeling like there wasn’t any room to move. Though there was only six of you they were loud though, their voices getting louder with every new bottle of wine that was opened and leaving you convinced this would be the one where Mrs Crouch from downstairs finally logged a noise complaint with the police like she was always threatening to do. You couldn’t really bring yourself to care too much about old Mrs Crouch from 3B though, four glasses in and having too much of a good time for it to be an issue.

It was somewhere after the XXXL pizza had been demolished and the fourth bottle of wine had been opened that a game of truth and dare had been suddenly suggested. It had been meet with a mix of groans and cheers, you very much not wanting to take part after the last time it had been suggested. You had gotten so drunk that you could hardly remember what had happened that night and as a result had spent most of the next day hugging the toilet and feeling sorry for yourself. You were just tipsy enough that it hadn’t taken much to convince you to play the childish game and soon enough the empty wine bottle had been set on the middle of the table and spinning towards its first victim.

It had all been standard stuff to start with, like run to the end of the hall and back naked, who did you actually make out with at your work’s Christmas party and down the pickle juice out of the jar. Childish and innocent enough that had all of you laughing and your neighbours shouting at you to “shut the hell up!” Well, it had been until it had gotten to your turn and then tings suddenly took a turn for the weird.

You weren’t religious, hadn’t been since your dad had run off either his secretary when you were a teenager. You had been though, and your mother still was, often calling up on a Sunday afternoon to complain that you had gone yet another week without going to church and that you were opening yourself up to the devil’s influence, starting with “those so called friends of yours. Mark my words their satanists, the lot of them and your letting them corrupt your soul. If you don’t repent soon, you’re going to end up in hell. Is that what you want, eternal damnation and suffering?” It reminded you of your childhood, listening to your local preacher damning all of humanity at bible study and the church run groups you had been forced to attend.

Your friends knew about you strict bible filled upbringing and it was often a point of their teasing so it shouldn’t have surprised you that when you picked dare they had managed to include it somehow though you would never have expected it to go the way it had. You had out right laughed when they had dared you to sell your soul to the devil, mockingly saying “oh please Mr Devil Sir, take my soul in exchange for another bottle of wine,” to a chorus of laughs from the rest of your friends and loud agreement as you clinked your mostly empty glasses together. It hadn’t stayed funny for long though, especially not when an old and tattered book had been pulled out from a long forgotten bag, the thing smelling musty and slightly like rotten eggs with an aura about it that had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up and goosebumps covering your arms.

No, you weren’t religious, but you did find the whole thing weird as the ritual was explained to you, your friends seeming uncomfortably eggar and already having some of the odder things the ritual called for. It seemed to much like it had been planned, no one questioning it as animal bones and weird herbs you had never heard of were pulled out of the same bag as the book like it was normal to carry them around. It left you feeling nervous, like you were breaking some sort of taboo that never should have been spoken about let alone acted upon. It hadn’t bothered anyone else as much as it had you, but you supposed that was the whole point of them giving it to you as a dare. It was just a bit of fun for them, a chance to make fun you because you used to go to church every Sunday and were still a little reluctant to take the lords name in vain.

You had said no to start with, instead opting for the forfeit because having to take a shot of the weird sludgy grey concoction you had all had a hand in making seemed better than messing around with the occult. The problem was that you had always been a bit naive, your upbringing leaving you isolated and lacking the knowledge that others your age had from just every day life. You had always felt like you were at a disadvantage and as a result you were eager to fit in, not wanting to seem like a prude or killjoy. The alcohol didn’t help, lowering your inhibitions and it hadn’t taken much teasing and cajoling from your friends to change your mind, snatching up the book and demanding to know what you needed to do whilst trying to keep your hands from shaking.

It had taken all of ten minutes to get everything set up, your poor wooden floor now supporting a pentagram with a weird array of symbols drawn in sharpie around it and every candle you owned now placed at every point of the pentagram. You had just a handful of seconds to worry about what your land lord would say if you couldn’t get the pen off the floor before your attention was drawn elsewhere, the clatter of someone rummaging through your kitchen cupboards to worrisome to ignore.

When everything was in place, and everyone sat around the drawn circle the nerves had come back tenfold. It must have been obvious how reluctant you were as the mix of herbs and various animal bones were thrown into one of your pasta bowls, along with a couple of odd looking things that you had no clue what they actually were. No one seemed to notice though, your friends laughing and joking as they passed around another bottle of wine. You had declined a glass when offered, suddenly feeling sick. Your mother’s words chose that moment to come back to you, her sharp angry insistence that your friends were damning you to Hell apparently now a fact. She was going to be so angry if she ever found out you messed around with this stuff, even as a joke.

Only one of your friends had seemed to notice your sudden queasy state, sitting down next to you on the floor and reassuring you that it was “all a bit of fun, yeah? It’s not like any of this stuff is actually real. Trust me, the only thing that’s going to happen is a whole bunch of nothing.” That had gone some way to easing your worry. Not that you believe in that sort of stuff because let’s be real, angels? Demons? A fiery pit of damnation or an eternal paradise of peace and happiness? It was all just made-up nonsense to scare people into doing the ‘right thing’ whatever that was and it was way more likely you were just a jumbled mess of atoms and electrons that returned to the either when all was said and done. Right?

Slight religious panic aside it took all of five minutes before you were butchering your way through several verses of Latin, your hands trembling slightly as you tried to keep your voice from doing the same. The pin came next, a simple pricking of your finger and a few drops of blood squeezed out, falling into the bowl that had been placed in the middle of the circle. You can’t help but be slightly fascinated by it, swearing you can hear each drop splashing as it hit the strange assortment of things already in there. A ridiculous notion but you would aware it to be true, each little drop followed by a gentle sizzle like it was hit red hot coals instead of bone and dried herbs.

Soon enough all that was left was for you to decide what it was you were going to ask for in exchange for your soul. It wasn’t real, you knew that, but you still hesitated, your pen hovering over the scrap bit of paper you were supposed to write it down on. Your friends had their own ideas, telling you to ask for a box or skittles or for the cutie from your local grocery store to ask you out on a date. They even suggested asking for money, enough that you would never have to worry about the cost of anything ever again. It was all frivolous things, nothing of any real value and even though it was just a game your couldn’t bring yourself to write down any of it, knowing a souls worth was more than a few material possessions. Instead, you had written something down that seemed impossible to you, something the devil would surely turn down if he was real. It was just as stupid and childish as the other’s suggestions but that hadn’t stopped you from writing down ‘to be happy’ before folding it up and setting the paper alight before anyone else could read it.

The burning paper had set whatever else was inside the bowl aflame, a dense white smoke curling up from the pot and smelling a lot like those new age shops that burnt incense like it was going out of fashion. The room fell silent, everyone watching the pot and seemingly holding their breath as they waited for something to happen. The flames of the candles flickered, like a gentle breeze had blown across the room and then…nothing. Nothing happened. Nothing changed and whatever weird spell that had fallen over the room broke, a couple of people bursting out into laughter about how serious everyone had been, already getting up and going after another bottle of wine whilst they teased one another. Not you though, you stay where you were, back straight and eyes wide as your heart thundered away in your chest.

Had it been nothing though? You could have sworn that as the candles had flickered you had felt a presence at your back, large and ominous as it pressed up against you. Like it intended to devour you whole. Something that had felt suspiciously like fingers had wrapped around your neck and wrists, long and burning hot like coals as their grip grew impossibly tight, your breath catching as your body stilled in fear. And then came the voice, carried on the strange breeze that had blown through your home and somehow sounding both light and musical yet somehow solemn as it had whispered “deal” into your ear, it’s hot breath causing shivers to run down your spine. It had only been a second, a fleeting moment but it left you shaken, the feeling like you had made a grave mistake washing over you. It wasn’t real, you knew it wasn’t. Heaven and Hell, angels and demons, they didn’t exist. It was just a mix of your upbringing and over active imagination playing tricks on you. It had all been in your head, no one else seemingly noticing anything. You were just being silly, that’s all it was.

It didn’t take long after your little make believe ritual for the others to leave, all of them suddenly tired or having plans in the morning. You didn’t really care, for once glad that they were leaving earlier than planned so you could get yourself to bed and forget this night had ever existed. No one offered to help tidy up, but they never did, almost always just leaving everything where it was. Maybe if you were lucky a glass or two would make it into the kitchen but you didn’t hold out much hope.

Once alone though that uneasy feeling started to creep up on you again and despite your best efforts you found yourself staring down at the pentagram like you expected a portal to open up and some demonic beast to pop up and drag you kicking and screaming down to Hell. The room seemed to get hotter, a weight settling around your neck and wrists, almost like you wearing a choker and bangles made of metal. The lights began to flicker, one after the other as the room filled with the crackle of electricity. Suddenly all the shadows seemed darker, more sinister, like they were crawling up the walls and spreading across the floor to get to you, their inky black tendrils looking far to much like claw tipped finger as they reach out for you. Your heart rate picked up, back pressed firmly against the door as your hand blindly searched for the handle. “Not real, not real, not real,” you chanted to yourself, eyes squeezing shut as your fingers brushed against the lock.

The loud slam of a door had your eyes flying open, a startled panic filled cry falling from your lips as you stumbled backwards, the door handle digging painfully into your back. Your fear filled mind struggled to keep up with what you were seeing or in this case the lack of what you could see. The room beyond looked just like normal, no creeping shadows or ominous presences to be found, the lights on and filling the space with a warm and inviting glow. Of course there was nothing there. It wasn’t real, none of it was. You just needed to sleep off the worst of the hangover you were most likely going to have and move on with your life. Chalk all this up to Catholic guilt and be done e with it.

Feeling embarrassed and stupid you pushed away from the door and started the arduous task of clearing away the mess that had been left strewn around your apartment, knowing that you wouldn’t have time to do it in the morning despite how badly you just wanted to forget it and collapse into bed. You avoided the satanic mess on your floor though, the heavy feeling around your neck and wrists getting worse the closer to it you got. That you wouldn’t leave till the next day when you would be better equipped mentally for trying to get the sharpie off the floor. If it would come off that is. If not, you would have no choice but to spend the last of your spare money on a rug to cover it up and hope your landlord didn’t want to look under it on your next inspection.

Feeling drained you finally started on your normal nightly routine. Though you checked the windows and doors were locked twice tonight, your paranoia getting the best of you. You would normally leave your bedroom door open as well but tonight you closed it, not wanting to see the shadows that lurked beyond. Slipping under the covers had felt like sweet relief, whatever fear and worry you had been carrying around all evening vanishing as you snuggled down into your pillows. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, the late hour and alcohol you had consumed finally taking its toll on you.

Somewhen in the early hours of the morning though the quiet and stillness of your home ended. The small bowl still in the middle of the pentagram began to smoke again, the candles that remained half melted at the points relighting all on their own. The red flames flickered and danced, casting long shadows that shifted and pulled together creating the silhouette of a man, with a cane and top hat. Silently the shadow moved through your apartment, your bedroom door silently opening with just a wave of its cane. You were so deeply asleep that you didn’t even stir as your bed dipped slightly under a new weight. You sighed softly as a clawed back hand gently brushed across your cheek, its sharp thumb nail dangerously close to your closed eye. The hand trailed down, nails not even pressing hard enough to leave behind so much as a red mark. They stilled at your neck, thumb brushing against the hollow of your neck. There came a glimmer of gold, a large decorative collar appearing around your neck, decorated with snakes and a large red apple at the front, a matching golden chain hanging from a loop at the front and leading straight into the shadows hand.

From within the shadow came the same disembodied voice from before, soft and slightly forlorn as it whispered “happiness huh? I hope that’s possible, for both our sakes.” Unaware of what lurked over you, you slept on peacefully, blissfully ignorant of the fact that you had been wrong and now, because of a stupid drunken game you were bound for all eternity to the Devil himself, no longer the one in possession of your soul.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #reader insert #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #hazbin lucifer x reader

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mosaickiwi · 8 months

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“Bad” Gift Giver Angel Headcanons

Just some ~silly and wholesome thoughts~ I put on disc but wanted to share here too! I'm a lil spammer. cw// Slight mention of violence at the end.

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

Ren/dacted with an Angel that gives weird ‘just because’ gifts but they don't realize how strange they are since he genuinely cherishes everything they give him. <3

🎁 Giant 5 pound gummy bear! Ren tries like hell to finish it, but his tummy hurts. He ends up preserving it in epoxy to put on a shelf. Half of its head is missing.

🎁 Angel finds one of those train sets that hung from the ceilings in some McDonalds stores way back in the day. (video) Ren sets it up in his room and rigs it to work as a morning wake up alarm. Or just lays down and watches it go when he’s trying to sleep. He might paint over Ronald's face though.

🎁 Customized Furby that looks like an eldritch horror? They thought it matched his vibes and now they regret giving it to him.

💝 When Angel stays over, it scares them when they wake up in the middle of the night. Ren imprisons it in his shrine room after Angel wakes him up in tears begging him to move it somewhere else. The battery died a long time ago, but sometimes Angel still hears it laughing through the walls.

🎁 The UGLIEST sweaters imaginable. They light up, they make noise, they itch, they burn the eyes of all who see them. Dude is overheating himself in the summer cause he just feels so loved every time he puts one on.

🎁 There’s a phase of food gadgets and utensils, despite neither of them being a decent cook. Angel is disappointed since some of the items simply don’t work the way they wanted, but Ren adores the small everyday use ones.

💝 A tabletop s'mores maker—it takes too long to burn marshmallows the way Angel likes, but Ren is endlessly patient about it while he hands them a blowtorch. Tiny novelty gumball machine that he puts on his desk and fills with mint chocolate candies. Hello Kitty waffle maker but they both keep burning it.

💝 A pizza cutter shaped like an axe, Thor’s hammer meat tenderizer that he uses incorrectly, cat paw oven mitts, tongs, and serving spoons. Imagine this tatted, grumpy eboy pulling a frozen pizza out of the oven with his cute little paws??? He totally wears the matching apron if Angel asks.

🎁 It’s almost suspicious how he’s never surprised at a gift, but Angel still tries to catch him off guard. They’ll not so discreetly leave tiny presents around his apartment for him to find. Whether they’re just love notes, weird greeting cards for holidays he wasn’t aware of, or hand sized plushies in brightly colored capsules so he can experience some type of surprise at the very least. Even so, he always spots them immediately, but pretends it's taking him a few hours or so to notice anything different. Once he 'finds' one he'll teasingly thank them for the scavenger hunt.

🎁 Ren absolutely SEETHES on the inside whenever anyone else gets a gift, no matter how ridiculous it is. He wants the exact same thing immediately and drops the most obvious hints possible.

💝 A hideous, singing, wall mounted fish for Teo’s birthday? Ren’ll talk all about how he’s always found them entertaining, his favorite fish is a bass—what do you mean he used to make a weird face whenever he caught one in Stardew? The moment it gets thrown away he’s digging through the garbage and bashing Teo over the head with it for not appreciating such a thoughtful present.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy redacted #14dwy ren #momo writing #silly and wholesome #except the last one hehe haha #will i ever post non-rendacted content

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hellavile · 2 years

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pizza boy. eren yeager.

⍉ cw: fem!reader, lowercase intended, pizzaboy!eren, standing missionary, cum eating, unprotected sex, brief oral ꒰ m & f received ꒱, teasing, thigh kissing, hair pulling, eren dents a wall lmao, praising, pet names ꒰ sweet girl, baby, pretty ꒱, black coded.

⍉ mocha’s note: was watching high school musical 3 and thought of when troy brought gabriella some pizza and chocolate covered strawberries… yea lol.

“special delivery!”

crinkles of papers become crunched as you frantically shove away your school supplies after leaping out of your bed, airpods in your ears as you hold the phone in your hand you’re currently using to talk to your boyfriend. rushing to your double-doored balcony to tug open, a gust of warm air hits your face, the big tree in your backyard his easy access to climbing up on whenever he came to visit you. leaning over it to see that he was surely there. a woven picnic basket in his left hand with a box of pizza on top, and a single white rose.

“erennnnnn!” your screech is as adorable as your squishy cheeks, pearly whites and thick black prescription glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose fills his view of you glaring down at him. he’s waving up to you after hanging up the phone. your glossed lips are curled into the widest smile he hadn’t witnessed in days.

the man barely has a second to breathe after he climbs your tall tree into your bedroom before you’re jumping into his arms, eren deeply chuckling as he holds your lower backside with one tatted arm after your legs lock onto his waist, burying your face into his cologne scented neck. your comfort eased him in the matter of seconds. embracing you close, inhaling that adoring scent of shea butter on your skin and your favourite bare vanilla scented perfume. your presence is a gift.

“hey, sweet girl.”

you melt into his touch, eren kissing your cheek and humming as he gives you a big bear hug, swaying the two of you side to side. his big hand holds the back of your head, your hair styled in a high bun, blinking at him as he pulls you in for a slow kiss. moaning into his mouth, endeared by his approach. his hands travel to either side of your face, cupping gently, as if you were ancient porcelain, and kissing you deeper with his eyes shut, jaw shifting. bouncing on the tips of your toes, you giggle in his mouth and pull back, pupils expanded and dainty fingers balling his black tshirt up on his sides.

“wasn’t done,” eren’s roseate lips remain puckered, drawing you closer by your bare waist, plaid gray boxers sitting low just under the fat of your tummy, a simple cotton white tank on your chest. eren could feel your hardened nipples over his shirt the more you pressed your body onto his.

“hi,” you squeal, ducking his attack on your lips and giving him a chaste peck on his cheek before going for your next target . . . the pizza.

“woww,” eren drags sarcastically, folding his buff arms as you scramble to pull a few throw blankets out the closet to lay on the floor, excited to see what he packed, and starved. ready to indulge in the greasy, steamy, pepperoni pizza he had brought back from his job. he knew you were gonna be hungry. you’ve been home all day in your room studying for finals while watching horror movies. scream currently playing on the television. “giving that more attention than me?”

“am not,” playfully, you roll your eyes, crossing your legs like a pretzel and happily patting the empty side of the blanket he’s supposed to reside. “c’mon. i can’t wait any longer!”

“you haven’t eaten, have you?” eren raises his brow with curiosity, taking off his dirty converses before taking a seat. you shake your head no, and he sighs. “what’d i tell you ‘bout that? you can’t be up in this room all day studying without some sort of food in your system. i’m surprised you haven’t fainted.”

“i did eat—technically,” the tone in your voice grows quieter at the last word. eren’s face is straight. you hold onto your ankles as you shrug innocently. “i had two bowls of cereal!”

“when?”

“like, maybe ten this morning.”

“my point exactly. it’s nine at night. where are your parents?”

“out on a date. what you tryna say?”

“nothing. i figured they’d give you money for food or sum. can’t focus on a nauseous brain, my love,” eren pokes your nose before showcasing the items he had in his basket . . . well, his mother’s basket for you. obviously, your favourite pizza from the pizzeria he worked at that you’re obscenely obsessed with. he recalls you screeching in happiness when he first got the job as a delivery boy. two things you loved the most. him, and pizza. free pizza even more.

a fantasy, truly. your own personal delivery boy bringing you the worlds greatest delicacy. you notice he isn’t wearing his uniform meaning he changed in the car. the first week of him working there, friday night he brought over two boxes of pizza, knocking on your front door with his wine red uniform shirt with a pizza logo on the heart side of it. fucked you on the kitchen island after you pulled him inside. you bite your lip thinking about it. eren hands you the rose to sniff, smiling and thanking him as he sets up the paper plates, chocolate covered strawberries he made himself, and two pineapple, strawberry, banana, and mango mixed smoothies.

“you tryna get me fat?” you gape in admiration.

“duh, i need you thicker,” eren jokes, slapping your outer thigh as he guides a strawberry towards your plump lips. you shake your head at him before biting into it, rolling your eyes back and moaning, his fixation dark.

“soooo, good. thank you, baby,” you blow a kiss his way, eren goofily gasping and moving his head to catch it in the air. “can i have my pizza now? pizza gets cold fast!”

“pretty girl gets what pretty girl wants.”

eren meant that. after you finish half the pizza, half your strawberries, and literally your entire smoothie . . . that’s when you sink. heart and stomach satisfied. the lights in your room are dimmed; a few scented candles lit. the modern gray and dark interior always feeling like home to eren. he’s laying on his back with an arm behind his head and his left leg propped up he swings side to side gently. you’re cuddling him, cheek on his warm chest and your thigh thrown over his abdomen as the two of you watch nightmare on elm street. dream masters since it was your favourite. screaming the opening song in his ear as he tried his best to fight you off.

around the time freddy turns joey’s bed into a pool of blood, that’s when you’re craving different entertainment. tugging eren in by his silver chain for a kiss, grinding down on his stomach the same time he kneads the supple flesh of your ass inside of your boxers, kisses rough and wet, heads turning and tongues getting sucked on. the tips of your fingers vibrate, making you feverish to touch him everywhere. nudging the thick cock he walks around so proudly with resting on his hipbone. he’s leaking as you tug down his black joggers to reveal his pulsating dick; a blush pink, girth mouthwatering and the mushroom tip engorged with a heavy bead of precum.

“you gonna take this dick or what?” eren rasps over your cheek, pulling his face back to give you a serious stare, tucking a few strands of his long chestnut hair behind his ear. the bracelets on his wrist clashing as he spanks you hard enough to jolt you forward. mouth widening in shock. not that he’s never done it before, but from how hard he just hit you. pussy aching for him even more now.

“so impatient,” you pout, eren hissing as you wrap your small hand around his cock, scooting back to assume your position on your knees in between his broad thighs. eren lifts his hips up a little to adjust his pants until it sits just below his dick. the lights from the tv flashes over his face, slowly licking his lips as a glob of spit dribbles onto the pretty cockhead from your awaiting mouth. using both hands to stroke him all over, twisting the base and slurping on the head, loving endlessly when his eyes falter shut. thigh twitching as a deep ‘oh fuck, baby’ drags imprudently.

“so pretty,” the way the muscles by your eyes droop into this state of awe blows him up inside, way too sensitive right now for you to sit here drooling and playing with his cock. there’s only one place he needed it right now. in that warm, honey pot you called your pussy. so fucking malnourished of it that it drives him to a brink of insanity from the mere thought of it every time.

days when he can’t get a hold of you because of school, he’ll pull up those filthy videos you send him during the late hours playing with your cunt like his dirty little slut and fuck his hand until cum leaks down his long fingers. finding a bathroom during lunch breaks to whip out your tits and send to him, or show off a new set you bought with your fathers money. spoiled little brat. daddy’s little princess. mommy’s good girl who goes to college. and eren’s fucktoy who he screws the sense out of whenever he has you in his hands again.

now he has you in his hands, and it’s the greatest feeling in the fucking universe. bottom halve bare with your back to your wall, eren tonguing your pussy with that dangerous metal ball pierced into the anatomy, suckling on your clit on his knees before you. the strands of his hair become tangled in your grasp, yanking the soft ringlets as you grind onto his face, dragging your cunt like you’re marking your territory. eren’s chin gets wetter by the minute. throwing your right leg over his shoulder so he could glide his tongue up your inner thigh. biting, swallowing.

then, since he’s so impatient, holds you up with his forearms locked under the curve of your knees, driving his girthy cock into your messy pussy. knees nearly pressed entirely to the wall behind you as you sob in his neck, nails clawing his mole littered shoulders. patchwork tats on either of his arms. cold chain skidding your chest.

“your face, fuck—you’re not thinking anything,” eren grunts in your face, tears staining your gorgeous face, glasses fogging up. he’s right, you really aren’t thinking. there’s nothing on your fucking mind but the way his dick hits into you at just the right pace and rhythm. rolling his hips to nudge that gummy spot . . . the secret to your silent gasps and pinball irises. “i like you like that. means i’m hittin’ it right.”

“hit it harder!” now you’ve lost your mind completely. unaware that this is your second time cumming, milking his cock and getting him to that breaking point. “s’your pussy. take it. fuck it, eren, please! w’na cum again.”

“make me so fuckin’ proud,” eren whimpers, abdomen tingling with butterflies from your pretty voice cracking and screeching. eren keeps his eyes on yours, brows caving in before he’s keeping you flat to the wall, setting your legs over his shoulders and pressing his forehead to yours before fucking you with more force, faster. pounding so hard he actually creates a dent in your wall, both of you ignoring it as you sob and scream his name until your voice box breaks. until you’re sliding halfway down the wall. until he’s stumbling and fucking you slower because he feels that rope threatening to shred in his gut.

“ooh fuck, baby. ooh shit, baby,” eren’s moans are high pitched, unable to contain them. groaning and losing his stroke after your cunt tightens around him as you cum, bellowing a powerful squeal of ecstasy. when he cums, he has no choice but to hurriedly rush you to toss you onto your bed, slipping his dick out and jerking it with a rough fist until he’s covering your tummy with thick, hot white cum.

you push his hair away from his face as he hovers above you, creating a ponytail on the top of his head with the hair tie on your wrist. eren smirks down at you as your delicate fingers scoop up his cum, licking it like icing with a devious grin.

“oh my fuckin’ god,” eren shakes his head before laughing at you, grabbing your throat and kissing you.

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freakrenaissance · 1 year

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FANFIC REC MASTERLIST!!!!!!!

It's gonna be quite the undertaking....it'll probably take me a few weeks...but I thought I'd use the remainder of Valentine's Day for a true labor of love.

Still plugging away!!! Thanks so much to all who have liked & reblogged this monster of a list! I won't stop til all my faves are saved here...these masterpieces deserve it! (Check the bottom of the post for the date/time of latest update)

I'm gonna start categorizing alllll the juicy fanfic I'm collecting, so it's easier for me & my tribe to finds what we needs.

The artistry. My goodness. The hellsite we're all addicted to doesn't always show us the goods (tags, searches...you're still left wanting), so, it's high time i created my own card catalogue

I'm going to tag all my lovelies, my faves, & try to categorize them accordingly. Bear in mind, I'm NOT Tumblr savvy, even though i've been on this site for YEARS, so if you take issue with anything, please, POLITELY let me know. Also, if you don't wanna be a part of my lists, feel free to shoot me a message, & I'll remove ya, np ;)

Enjoy!!! & Please, like, share & REBLOG!!!!!!!! & remember: HEED ALL WARNINGS! ALL FICS ARE RATED E, UNLESS OTHERWISE INDICATED

THERE BE BOTH SMUT & FLUFF AHEAD....IF YOU'RE HERE, YOU SHOULD BE OVER 18!!!!!!

Pedro Pascal Characters

Pedro is my love. Has been since before that dark day In King's Landing ...These are the fics that I can't live without:

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin

Fic Rec Lists:

Din - @amorevolousfaith

First Class to Tatooine - @mandosmistress

multi part fic that has made the wait for season 3 an absolute JOY! Fills in every gap in the most delicious ways

Look - @omgreally

one shot - Touch-starved din, making me weak

Dosed - @absurdthirst

one of my all time favorite sex pollen fics!!! sooo delish

Hard Candy - @ezrasbirdie

possessive, bodyguard Din. Need i say more?

You became all the things I wished for, all the things I hoped - @charnelhouse

This entire series! Domestic din at his FINEST

Shared (ft. Paz Vizsla) - @javier-pena

delicously depraved, & exactly where i wanna be. lil dark...mind your warnings. but, omg, what a fave,,,,i've read this so many times! lol

Tattoo My Heart - @mandosmistress

I loooove this fic! our favorite bounty hunter, getting all tatted up & being sexy...I've read this countless times...definitely a fave

i’ve flown too close to the sun - @charnelhouse

One of my all time favorite Din series! That's it. That's the rec. Go check it out immediately!!!

Tie Me Up, Hold Me Down - @mandosmistress

younger din, showing off his knot-tying skills. Dominant & delish

Ner Yaim (My Home) - @dindjarindiaries (G)

A rare bit of fluff. Domestic DIn is my jam...this is adorbs

Carry Me To Safety - @221bshrlocked

More of Din & a lil lactation. this is a series, & I highly recommend going back & reading the whole thing (I'm about to start it all over again) this gem has it ALL

Lord Mandalore - @babybugwrites

Teasing the king in public...ill advised :) Smut ensues. Sign me up!!!

Chemical Feelings - @absurdthirst

One of my all time favorite sex pollen fics! (I should probably just make a whole sex pollen list lol)

Bred - @absurdthirst

One of the best Alpha Din fics in the galaxy. Including shenanigans from our favorite lil baby green bean.

Stuck - @omgreally

Trapped in a small space with our bounty hunter. What's the opposite of claustrophobia? This is one of my faves to reread right here

Marcus Moreno

Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Take Care of You - @whiskeynwriting

Edging Frankie. Sooo perfect

View - @say-al0e

Long distance lovin with Frankie

Ezra (Prospect)

A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop (T) - @oonajaeadira

Bookshop owner Ezra. I think thats nuff said <3

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Oberyn Martell

Marcus Pike

Pizza Comes Third - @whataperfectwasteoftime

Marcus finds your nipple clamps at work...then dreams come true lol,,,i love everything about this gem

Good to Know - @221bshrlocked

New Boyfriend Marcus. Size & age difference kink...sooo sweet!

Javier Pena

Dieter Bravo

A Little Like Strip Poker - @mandosmistress

DIrty, & delicious Dieter at his FINEST! The first Dieter fic I ever read, & still one of my faves

Hubris - @javier-pena

A lil hate sex with asshole Dieter. I adore this (every) version of him

In The Script - @the-fic-baker

Running lines with cocky, asshole Dieter. Love this! lol

Measurements - @boliv-jenta

Working on set with asshole Dieter...Gotta go reread every part of this!

Mr. Ben / SNL Pedro

Maxwell Lord

Joel Miller

"The Thief"

Pero Tovar

David York

'Aw, why are you shy now?' - @danidrabbles

I think this was the first time I ever read a Dave fic, & Omg, i was instantly hooked. So intense & delish

Javier Gutierrez

Chris Evans Characters

Oh, Chris. Yes, captain, my captain. It truly is America's ass :) These fics vary in their intensity...be forewarned. There's something very saucy about seeing the golden boy all tarnished ;)

Steve Rogers (AU)

Silent Whispers (i) - @bonky-n-steeb

Lumberjack Alpha!Steve. I need him to be real :P Completed trilogy!

Captain America

Curtis Everett

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Lloyd Hansen

Andy Barber

Chris Evans RPF

Sebastian Stan Characters

The winter soldier is the part of a lifetime...but i'm still salty that the mcu stole him from once upon a time. He was a sexy ass mad hatter. gotta find all the jefferson fics!!!

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

honey, there is no right way (i) - @bonky-n-steeb

Sugar daddy, mob AU Bucky. This has so many layers of awesomeness, I can't even begin. Just go read it :)

nothing holding me back - @bonky-n-steeb

Alpha Bucky being sooo sweet & sexy! Roomies in Love!!!

A Proper Welcome - @navybrat817

More Alpha Bucky, with a special guest...this is one of my faves!

no sweeter innocence - @bonky-n-steeb

Another fave! Dom Bucky corrupting Tony's daughter....sooo yum!

Dinner and Diatribes - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

A dark, regency AU for your pleasure..this is a stunning series!

Whiteout - @dilemmaontwolegs

Oh, to get stuck in a storm with Bucky Barnes...Let it snow, baby!!!

Make You Mine - @bonky-n-steeb

Alpha Bucky, all emotionally wounded...until he takes what he deserves. omg, I love this fic!

None Like You - @bonky-n-steeb

Football (soccer) player bucky, being all dominant in the locker room. this baby is delish. & i love his character in this!! It's a series...settle in :)

I'm a Fiend & You're All I Need - @bonky-n-steeb

Getting hubby Bucky to go harder...an embarrassment of riches lol Dominant Bucky deliciousness

Nick Fowler

Trust Me - @navybrat817

A lil Dominant Nick, with a sprinkle of feels. SO delish

Jefferson / The Mad Hatter

Oscar Isaac Characters

Mercy. I fell in love with this marvelous actor before i even knew what he looked like! I still can't believe he was apocalypse in x-men. & then you get a look at him?! Good gravy. Him & my hubby pedro together. My dreams have come true.

Poe Dameron

Santiago Garcia

Tom Hiddleston Characters

This one was a sleeper lol...out of nowhere he attacked me with those cheekbones & that accent....very friggin Loki

Loki

Jurassic Park Characters

One of my first fandoms EVER! I cut my teeth on dinosaurs, just like a normal kid....then things got nastay! lol Sometimes i'm in the mood for the OG, sometimes i want Owen & Claire. Here's a collection of my faves.

Owen Grady & Claire Dearing

Maisie Lockwood

Alan Grant & Ellie Satler

Ian Malcolm

Bridgerton

Doctor Who (These will mostly involve my river)

Right Person, Wrong Time - 11 x River Song - @mnemosyne-musing

Sugar Baby with Your Champagne Eyes - 12 x River Song @mygalfriday

Miscellaneous Characters:

My Love is Vengeance - Bruce Wayne- @charnelhouse

(more coming sooooooon. gtg back to orders, & i'm very tired. stay tuned for more updates!!!)

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#fanfic blog #fanfic rec #fanfic masterlist #masterlist #the mandalorian #pedro pascal characters x reader #mcu fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #doctor who fanfiction

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bedrierdem · 1 month

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"Emmi"

Bakkalda süt yoğurt satılır artık.

Şimdi Köyde inek kalmadı emmi.

Öğlenlere kadar yatılır artık.

Alınteri emek kalmadı emmi.

Herkesde araba göbekler koca.

Ezanlar merkezden, yorulmaz hoca.

Tandırlar yanmıyor tütmüyor baca.

Ne testi ne çanak kalmadı emmi.

Ayıpmış günahmış çoktan eskidi.

Gelenek görenek birden ekşidi.

Utanma arlanma azaldı gibi.

Kızaracak yanak kalmadı emmi.

Yaz gelmeden çiçek açtı diyorlar.

Üzümlerin tadı kaçtı diyorlar.

Ömür işte böyle geçti diyorlar.

Hayırlısı demek kalmadı emmi.

Televizyon bakmaz bebeler artık.

Teknoloji devri, internet bir tık.

Çöplere dökülür atılır artık.

İsrafsız bir yemek kalmadı emmi.

Bağ bahçe ilaçlı hormonlu tohum.

Buğday öğütülmez hep hazırdan un.

Kulağın Duymasın Gözlerini yum.

Börtü böcek sinek kalmadı emmi.

Ekinlerde sürmez hemen biçilir.

Ayranın yerine kola içilir.

Pilava bakılmaz pizza seçilir.

Kimsede tat damak kalmadı emmi.

Domates kokusuz, acısız soğan.

Çok bilmiş doğuyor anadan doğan.

Keyfimiz hep gıcır, her şey olağan,

Dertlenen ev konak kalmadı emmi

Sefa AVCI

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crushedbyhyperbole · 1 year

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When the Body Says Yes

Pairing: Vampire Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: Your hunt for an authentic Venetian mask in Venice leads to a different hunt entirely... one where you are the prey.

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I hope you enjoy this little patch of darkness! And I humbly request your feedback. If you like it at all please give it a 🧡 and a reblog, If you loved it then please let me know in a reblog comment - I will always respond so long as Tumblr doesn’t toss them into the void.

I was inspired to write this fic on a recent trip to Venice. Walking around the city - getting lost is often the best way to find unique things - I discovered the “Dutch Pavillion” which had an art show called “when the body says yes”. This inspired the smut aspect of the fic.

Please note this is not a happy ending...

Warnings: Dark Bucky, Vampire Bucky, angst, hurt/no comfort, stalking/hunting, fear/panic, non-con smut (effectively sex-pollen), explicit sexual content, blood, character death (ambiguous), talk of lost loved ones.

***18 + content - minors do not read or interact***

My Masterlist

The late October air is mild and still. The setting of the sun illuminates the city of Venice in a different way; streetlights and shop fronts bring life to the night. Market stalls and street vendors sell tourists souvenirs and tat, and restaurant staff haunt the steps of passers by, claiming the best pasta in Italy or one-time-only discounts.

The streets are packed with people in costume, and street artists entertain the throngs with performance and song. It is Halloween. How could you not be giddy as you shop for an authentic Venetian mask on a night when the whole of Venice seems to wear one.

In the mass of bodies, some costumes stand out. Your eye is drawn to a particularly alluring devil mask; white with gold filigree and a sinister, red-lipped smile. The person wearing it, certainly a man, is tall and broad-chested, wearing a long black cloak with the hood up. Besides the mask he may as well be a shadow, and he is looking right at you.

His mask is wonderful and you should really approach him to ask where he got it, but the coldness of his eyes - dark and foreboding behind the mask - warns you off. You glance around, aware that you are stood in the middle of the pavement in everyone’s way but when you look back he is gone, vanished into the crowd.

The chill at the nape of your neck cascades down your spine and over your skin as goosebumps. It is probably just the charged atmosphere and the occult connotations that Halloween brings, but you cannot shake the feeling until the smell of fresh pizza fills your nostrils and your tummy growls in appreciation. Tasting the local offerings is definitely on your to-do list but only after you have bought yourself an authentic Venetian mask, of course.

Your hunt for the perfect mask takes you away from the busy central area around San Marco. The streets become less retail and more like narrow alleys between tall misshapen buildings. High-up balconies with flowering planters give way to shuttered windows and crumbling brickwork. The air has taken on a sudden chill as mist hazes the air lightly.

The hairs on the back of your neck bristle, skin crawling uncomfortably as you realise that you don’t quite know where you are anymore; the map makes no sense compared to what you are seeing with your eyes. Behind you, shoes scuff on stone and you whip around only to find the pathway clear. You are alone.

The city hasn’t felt at all sinister until now, but you try to pass it off as a symptom of the night; Halloween is a time for ghost stories and chilled bones, all the more effective to the solitary wanderer. By rights you shouldn’t be here alone, but you are. A promise made to a friend recently laid to rest; you had planned to do this together, to cross Venice off your bucket lists together, experience the romantic city on the water. Lucy. Her bucket list would forever be unfinished, her time cut short, your heart broken in two. You were doing this for her, making good on all the plans you had discussed, all of the things you had both dreamed of. She would laugh at you if she could see you now, quaking in your boots because of a little darkness and fog. The memory of her light laughter carries you forward.

You were hoping to make your way to the Rialto and use the bridge to cross the grand canal to San Polo, but the huge structure remains elusive. Instead, you find yourself passing through some of the more dilapidated parts of the city. You had seen the Cannaregio area in your guidebook and had wanted to visit during the day when shopping for craft and vintage items would be better, but you find yourself on the edge of the old Jewish Ghetto before realising it; a sign of carved stone under an archway tells you Sotoportego De Gheto. You pass underneath and keep going.

There are fewer people here, and the ones you pass are not dressed in costume. No one is wearing masks, which makes the dark cloaked figure in a white devil mask all the more conspicuous. The man from the parade. He is standing in a dark space between two buildings, his mask pale and ghostly in the shadows. He is watching you.

For a moment, you are frozen in place. A step aborted with a slight stumble and a gasp caught in your throat. That prickling feeling at your nape returns with fervour, crawling over your scalp now, making your heart race with fear. He had not been ominous when you first saw him in the crowd but now you feel like you should not get any closer, and you definitely should not cross his path.

Heading in a different direction, you try to put some distance between you and the man. You take turn after turn in the dark, closed-in alleys, crossing canal after canal with their bridges made of steps and no railings. And just when you think you have lost him, the swish of a dark cloak in your peripheral vision sends your panic skyrocketing upwards once more. It feels like he is everywhere you turn.

Suddenly frantic, you run – crossing small, cobbled squares with strange, covered wells and dodging around corners – just to escape. Everywhere you turn the shadows seem to move. Pale masks with sinister red smiles follow every step. Every time you think you have seen a normal person who you can ask for help, it is another ominous shadow that moves just like the rest.

Your eyes are swimming with tears when you emerge from the alley at the edge of another canal. The bridge nearby is larger than the few before it and you take the steps at a run, crossing over onto an open square with a large white building that looks to be some sort of church or museum; the rainbow colours in the circular gothic-style window give you hope.

It is warm as you cross the threshold and a delicate musky scent welcomes you inside. The atrium is clad in dark wood, carved in the gothic style. Its pointed arches and flourishes are highlighted by the cosy orange glow of lanterns that surround a petite lady in a dark orange robe, her shaved head accenting the beauty of her face. She smiles at you and welcomes you to the Dutch Pavillion, a place to explore one’s inner self and beauty. You glance over your shoulder and out into the night. There are no ominous shadows and no pale masks haunting your steps now, and you sigh with relief as you step further inside.

The warm glow of the lanterns leads you to the right, through a large doorway where the wood stops and the same white stone from the exterior continues throughout the rest of the huge chamber. A sheer curtain made of fine filaments of woven threads hangs between you and the rest of the chamber. A projection of some film reflects against it, and you see it from behind, bodies writhing in pleasure as the flickering images reveal an orgy in progress on the curtained screen.

What is this place?

The floor around you is covered with shoes, paired nicely and respectfully, and you realise that beyond the fringe curtain the whole chamber floor is covered in cushions and upholstered shapes that rise and fall like waves. Not just waves, soft peaks and raised platforms too, all comfortable and appealing.

There are people there, watching the film as it plays on the strange fringe curtain. Couples cuddling and others reclining in this comfortable, care-free space. The scent that welcomed you in is stronger here, reminding you of something you couldn’t quite place, stirring emotion in you that could only be described as desire.

You shouldn’t be here, but you don’t want to leave. Whoever was following you could still be there, waiting for you outside. The man in the mask. You don’t know what he wanted but it couldn’t be good. The least sinister motive for his pursuit would have been to talk to you but then he would have called out to you, surely? Your skin crawls again as you stand, caught between leaving and pushing through the curtain.

You decide to peek, fingers twitching as they part the fringe, revealing more than could be seen before. It is a scene in motion, people in various states of undress, writhing and gyrating in pleasure. The scene in front of you reflects what’s being projected onto the curtain, larger than life and unfiltered.

A quiet squeak and a loud thump startle you and you turn to find the door to the outside closed. The petit woman in the orange robes passes you with a dark cloak over her arm and something else you recognise held reverently in both hands. A white devil mask with a sinister, red-lipped grin.

You stagger back, tripping on the shoes, crying out as you fall to the ground but you don’t land. Instead, you are held up and lifted back to your feet by strong arms that cradle you gently. That is when you first see him properly. Styled dark hair that is swept back and piercing blue eyes that smile at the edges. Dusky pink lips that look plush but firm, all the more vibrant against his pale complexion. The suit he wears is dark, as is his shirt. His whole demeanour speaks of strength and power, and he looks more than sightly amused by your panic.

“Forgive me,” he says, voice neither too deep nor too soft. His eyes glint with mischief.

Your panic does not abate. No matter what your eyes and your brain tell you about this man, your gut is telling you something else. This man is beautiful and dangerous. A predator.

As he helps you to your feet his eyes never leave yours and you can feel your head start to swim. The musky scent from before is suddenly overpowering and you feel like you can’t breathe. You stumble against him and he inhales deeply, eyes fluttering closed, mouth falling open slightly as he sighs with pleasure.

“Please,” you beg as your arms start to feel heavy, “please don’t hurt me.”

He smiles softly, tipping your chin up so he’s looking down into your eyes. The breath he blows gently over you intoxicates you even more and you can feel that irresistible pull of desire once more.

“Who are you?” You moan, trying to shake some clarity into your foggy brain.

“You may call me James,” he places his fingertip on your forehead, “now, stay.”

You cannot move, no matter how hard you try, you can only watch as he sinks to his knee and removes your shoes one at a time.

“What do you want with me?”

He looks deep into your eyes once more, the blue of his almost black now and you’re reminded of a predator’s prey drive. Is that what you are? His prey?

“You’ll see.”

He parts the curtain and walks you through, your feet obeying his pull but not your own need to escape. The longer you’re under his spell the less you care, your heart beating fast out of excitement instead of fear now as his control strips you of all the emotions that you felt before. All that was left now was desire, devotion, excitement and a need for this man who had hunted you through the streets of Venice. James.

Other hands touch you as you pass carefully in James’ wake, the light caresses neither satisfying nor offensive. James’ hands, however, they set fire to your nerves and make them sing with adulation. He insists on undressing you himself, glaring at anyone who approaches you. They recoil in fear, seeing something in him that you have no capacity to comprehend in your altered state, and soon it is just the two of you on a raised part that you accept as his bed.

James’ naked body is as beautiful as his face. He is sculpted, strong and pale against the vibrant coverings and cushions of his bed. When he lays you down beneath him you can only watch as he settles between your parted thighs, lust-blown eyes devouring you whole.

His first kiss is at your ankles and the tops of your feet where he nips with his teeth and soothes afterwards with tongue and lips. The path he takes up your body is slow and consuming. By the time he is at your thighs you are on fire, desperately needing more than what he is giving you.

In the back of your mind, the rational part of you screams to escape. You know you should be terrified. You had not agreed to this. You know nothing about him, nor do you want to after he stalked you through the city, hunted and herded you to this place. His place.

The nip of his teeth on the inside of your thigh is sharp, a deep ache blooming under the site, drawing your attention back to him. His lips are sealed around the skin as he moans deeply, lightly suckling and licking. Your head falls back as a wave of light-headedness takes hold of you, just on the edge of bliss, almost like feeling drunk.

James’ face flushes pink and he smirks before he continues upward to your naked core. His kisses are hot and needy as he trails his lips over the soft hair of your mons and inhales the scent held there. He moans as he smothers you with his mouth and licks between your lips causing you to gasp and writhe.

The projection on the fringe curtain shows you both together; you lay on your back with a blissful smile on your lips and him lay between your legs, his cock hard and glistening as he devours you. The red smear on your thigh an afterthought. You watch your back arch as he slides his fingers inside you, and the feeling is surreal; watching yourself as he works you into a frenzy is beyond erotic. You feel yourself cresting the wave of pleasure with his fingers inside you and his mouth working its magic, and when you crash on the rocks of oblivion your whole body shakes with the aftershocks. You pant and moan as you come back into focus and you see James’ eyes on the screen, he looks at the camera with his dark, lustful gaze before returning his mouth to your flesh and beginning the process again.

His teeth nip at the skin of your hips and tummy, lips soothing afterwards as he travels further still, up to your breasts where he lathes one breast with his tongue, flicking and sucking on your nipple until you moan again. Fingers still buried in your core, he has been massaging and teasing enough to keep you close to orgasm but not quite there. His ministrations on your breasts tip you over and he supplies an orgasm for each breast, nibbling your nipples then sucking hard until you climax each time.

“You’re perfect,” he sighs above you with his cockhead poised at your entrance, “delectable, delicious and divine. Just as I knew you would be.”

He penetrates you firmly but smoothly, burying himself in you to the hilt. The solid stretch of him filling you makes your eyes roll back and closed. His thrusts rock your whole body as you cling to him, your legs around his hips and hands grasping his shoulders. It is not long before you pant and beg him to make you feel good again, and he does. He hooks your legs over his elbows and pushes your legs back so you are wide open to him. Open and more vulnerable than ever, weak and at his mercy.

Leaning over you like he does, his cock is buried so deep you can see it pushing against your tummy from the inside; he is hitting your sweet spot every time now, and your eyes water with the intensity of it. James looks ravenous as he watches you come apart under him, grinding his hips against you until the spasming of your core brings him to his own end.

Buried deep and pulsing inside you he drops yours legs and falls forward. His teeth nipping at your neck is harsh like it was at your thigh, a deep painful ache settles where his lips join your skin and his hands are rough as they hold you to him. You can feel a dual throbbing; in your core where he is still buried, hard and pulsing, and in your neck where he bites down on you.

The waves of your bliss start to fade and when James releases you, you look up at him with black tinging the edges of your vision. A cold chill settles over your skin as you see that the redness of his lips is not the flush of his orgasm, but blood. Your blood. And his teeth are not white anymore but tinged with red, and sharp.

“No!” You gasp with panic, and wriggle to get free – his spell seemingly loosened now – but he pins you down by your throat.

“Shhhh…” he soothes, the sinister air about him has returned and so has that scent, “you taste so much better feeling pleasure rather than fear.”

He blows an intoxicating breath over you again and you start to succumb. At the grey edges of your vision you see faces – white with red-lipped smiles – and James doesn’t make them leave this time. Your fear is replaced by desire once more as James bows his head to your neck and kisses over the deep throbbing ache he left there.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them have you for long,” James smirks, “you’re mine.”

A sharp pain at your wrist makes your eyes water and you close them against the horror. Absently you wonder if you’ll see Lucy again soon. You don’t know whether her fate or yours is worse, neither is what either of you hoped for. Either way you’ll meet again, you’re sure of it. If these creatures exist then surely there’s a heaven and a hell, an afterlife or another form of existence.

You screw your eyes shut as more bites are added to your pain. You feel dizzy now, ethereal and warped all at the same time. Tiredness floods your body and when the darkness claims you, you’re glad.

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