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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 2 months

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The devil and I

Tw’s: blood, gore, near SA

Request: hey, I was wondering whether you could do something along the lines of where joes group hold rick at gunpoint but instead of it being michonne and Carl it’s the reader, Carl and rick? And they try to hurt y/n. If you’re comfortable with that? Thank you!

I’m so sorry this took me forever- i binged twd all over again so I’ve got inspiration to write this scene… legit my love for Rick is only growing🥲❤️ note: I am not following the scene so words will not be the same and actions will not be the same. Edit: this has been sat in my drafts for ages I forgot to post it so apologies. (Daryl not included in this version sorry!)

A/N: literally if Rick protected me like this I would legit fold. 😭

Safety was always something no one took for granted yet whenever you took safety for granted even for a split second everything went terribly wrong… exactly like this moment. You were now stood with your hands up in surrender Rick stood beside you and Carl in the car asleep. You listened to the cruel man as he began talking, blaming Rick— going on a tangent about how Rick was going to pay with his life. It made you feel sick to your stomach your fearful eyes locking onto Rick who was clearly watching you out of his peripheral one of his hands inches away from grabbing his pistol his other hand raised. “You think you’re all that?” His voice was sarcastic “well let me tell you somethin’ you killed our friend! That means we’ve gotta kill you! Start with the girl…” his cold eyes moved to look at you, eyes scanning up and down your body tongue lightly licking against his lower lip as he smirked “then we’ll kill you.” His eyes snapped back to Rick who looked infuriated to say the least. “It was my fault okay? Don’t- don’t get my people involved” he spat out. “Don’t? Oh you should’ve thought about that before killing my men!” He yelled making you flinch, immediately making his attention return to you as he suddenly turned his gun on you ricks eyes narrowing as he clenched his jaw,

“Hey! Keep the gun on me. On me.” Rick demanded, Joe looking at him with annoyance “you think you have fuckin’ control in this situation? Well buddy you’re wrong. You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!” Jesus Christ this guy needed to take a chill pill. Your body trembled as the gun remained pointed at you, Rick too being held at gun point by another man as the other men in the group began searching around— the chubby one finding Carl, beginning to sniff him out in a crude horrible way your eyes wide as you watched the man do the unthinkable… this was sick! “Leave him be!” Rick yelled referring to Carl, Joe only laughing. He could’ve stopped his men from touching Carl.. pinning him down but he didn’t. He seemed to find it amusing. You watched with wide eyes until eventually you couldn’t cope anymore, making a drastic decision as you attempted to sprint over to Carl only for one of the skinner men to kick out his foot making you trip as you landed face first in the mud. “Well that was a dumb decision wasn’t it sweetheart!” You breathed heavily hearing Rick struggle slightly “don’t do anything to them— fuck! Don’t touch them! They didn’t do anything. It was all me! Leave them be!” Rick raised his voice desperately but despite that Joe didn’t listen, only mocking Rick further.

That’s when you felt a hand grab you, swiftly turning you over as you watched the tall man come down to straddle your waist— grubby hand grabbing your jaw as he got a good look at you. “Joe she’s a pretty one. Might keep her!” The man laughed out evilly Rick’s cold pale blue eyes glaring straight into the back of the man’s head his hands clenched by his side as he tried to breathe normally the fury on his face clearer than anything. He was about to snap… about to do something wrong… but these men couldn’t just do this. His eyes slid to the fat man who was now loosening his belt, ricks heart dropping into his stomach. “Don’t touch me!” You yelled averting ricks gaze back to you, watching you fight the man off attempting to push him away only for him to grab your wrists and pin them above your head “don’t touch her! Get your filthy hands off of her” he demanded, Joe taking that as a advantage more than anything knowing Rick seeing his people being hurt would cause him more pain… but unbeknownst to Joe it would also spur him on to doing something else in retaliation. “Hey— turn her around so he can see her face.” Joe laughed out, the man holding you down quickly obeying a sick grin on his lips as he forced you onto the floor— Rick now stood where you could see him but because you were laying on the ground he was upside down. Tears clung to your eyelashes as you stared at him in fear the terror clear. “You can take what you want! Just stop it. Stop this!” Rick demanded but it fell upon deaf ears. The men didn’t care. Rick watched as the man holding you began cutting your T-shirt off until you were exposed- leaving you in your bra and jeans.

“Well would you look at that… ya convinced yet?” He spoke to Joe as if asking whether they could keep you now. Joe only smirked and you watched in horror as the man began cutting your bra off, ricks eyes fleeing to look at Carl again the man pressing a knife to the young boys skin ricks head aching, his vision spinning, before he acted in complete panic and need to save you both as he abruptly head butted Joe making a bullet fly into the air— hitting one of joe’s men straight in the head knocking him unconscious immediately. The smell of gunpowder swirled in the air and you quickly kicked the man in the balls, watching him attempt to ease the pain only for him to pin you down again as you struggled barely registering what Rick had done, the familiar metallic scent of blood making you look over at him momentarily as your body continued to desperately fight…. Rick had bitten a huge chunk of flesh out of joe’s neck… clearly tearing an artery… your breath hitched as Rick stormed towards the two of you his beard coated in blood before he roughly stood the man up, shoving his gun onto his chin “give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn’t pull the trigger.” Rick growled out, but didn’t even wait as he pulled the trigger— it was violent… vicious… merciless.. you watched with wide eyes as Rick didn’t even tend to you, yet, instead moving toward the fat man who was now up hands raised attempting to desperately save his own life. You weakly scurried towards Carl, grabbing him and holding him close as the boy gripped onto you, a shadow of terror in his eyes… he was traumatised… you knew what Rick was going to do. He was going to end this man’s life in the most horrific way for touching his son and so you quickly but gently helped Carl get into the car, your head turning just in time to watch a sharp hunting knife be shoved into the man’s stomach— the jagged teeth immediately sinking into his flesh as Rick began dragging the knife upwards… literally gutting the man like a fish.

You watched with wide eyes your breath hitching, Rick keeping the man held up as he stared into his eyes watching how the life drained from him little by little and as the man slumped Rick began violently stabbing the man over and over and over again. Your eyes filled with terror. You hadn’t seen Rick like this before… never… he was so composed but obviously and rightfully so he acted like this correctly. You would too if it was your child. But you were also traumatised from also nearly being sexually assaulted. Your brain wasn’t entirely working and so you shakily got into the car and began comforting Carl your face twisted with pain and other emotions that couldn’t quite be deciphered… you were unsure with what you felt… you were confused… desperate for comfort but you knew Carl needed it more than you at the moment. You silently pulled a blanket over him in an attempt to sooth him, your fingers beginning to run through his hair gently.

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You weren’t sure how long had passed but it was now daylight, the sun breaking through the clouds. You were sat near the car a numb expression on your face, your head bowed your body covered in blood and dirt hands trembling slightly. You were still shirtless, bra hanging on by only one strap but that was the least of your worries. You barely noticed as the familiar boots came into view, the man soon sitting beside you your eyes catching onto his hands covered in dried blood his wedding ring coated in the crimson liquid your eyes remaining locked on it momentarily before you looked away again. “Are you okay?” Those words left his lips so compassionately yet you could hear the tiredness in his voice. He didn’t need someone else to worry about.

“Fine.” You murmured back tiredly ricks eyes boring into you as he studied you carefully, he was an ex sheriff for gods sake he wasn’t dumb… he could sniff a lie out immediately. But really was anyone okay nowadays? “Hey” he reached his hand out grabbing onto your hand gently his grip tender and you slowly looked at him feeling gross. You could still feel the man’s hands on your body… groping you. “He touched me rick.” You whimpered feeling pathetic but you trusted him. Deeply. You knew you could talk to him without being judged. “I can feel his hands everywhere.” Tears stung your eyes as finally a few trailed down your cheeks leaving pale marks down your mud covered cheeks, Rick didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He however didn’t think much on it, instead giving your hand a squeeze. “I won’t let that happen ever again. Im sorry y/n.” He spoke tenderly and you glanced at him tired eyes locking with his and you only shook your head. “Not your fault.” You assured calmly yet emotionally, Rick didn’t speak for a moment or two before he eventually stood up. You believed he was going to leave but much to your surprise you watched as he removed his jacket, extending a hand out towards you as you slowly and timidly grabbed his hand. He pulled you up carefully before helping you put the jacket on, and once it was over you he leaned down slightly grabbing the ends of the jacket as he zipped it up for you until the zip dangled just below your neck before he stood back up. “We’ll get moving as soon as Carl is awake. Don’t want to risk running into anymore folk like that…” he spoke and you nodded silently, expecting him to walk off which he did at first before pausing turning to look at you “again I’m sorry.” He paused momentarily before walking back to you and much to your gratefulness and surprise he pulled you in for an abrupt hug, holding you for a solid 50 seconds before he pulled away hands resting on your shoulders “we’ll be alright.” He reassured searching your eyes that held doubt and worry and you gulped heavily before nodding. He then pulled away, “Rick” you murmured shakily making him pause as he looked back at you “pinky promise?” You held your pinky out for him watching as he glanced down at your pinky outstretched for his and he smiled slightly before nodding, stepping back towards you his pinky locking with yours “I pinky promise that we’ll be alright y/n.” He spoke whilst looking into your eyes. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you or carl ever again.” The look in his eyes saying that much… he was going to protect you and his family until his last dying breath.

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j0kers-light · 8 months

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That imagine with the reader having a past with batman...wooow 🔥 Would you continue it...and make it a bit dark?

His Lighthouse: Bat Connections (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Bat Connections - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi anon!! Another late request filled a month later. Please don't be upset with me anon, I love you!! 🖤✨

Okay children! Gather round. Let's go over the legal stuff first! I personally don’t care about trigger warnings cuz imma big girl. I read some morbid stuff for breakfast but for our more sensitive readers, I’ll add a TW just for this oneshot.

TW! Dark!Joker. The following content: CNC, knife play, breath play, degradation, impact play, power play(?), dacryphilia, unprotected sex (J doesn’t believe in condoms no ways but hey) spitting, biting, dirty talk, overstimulation, I mean… the list goes on but I’m getting tiied sis.

Just proceed with caution, mkay? This is canon Joker you’re about to read and I didn’t hold back. I’m so excited to dip my feet back into dark content again! Please read this head canon before continuing. Keep in mind that this is not canon with the series and should be read as a standalone. Enjoy!

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So what if you had history with Batman?

You were a grown woman— who was single at the time, thank you very much– with wants and needs! Could you blame yourself for having a little fun? I mean? Have you seen the man? You'd be crazy for not jumping on that tall glass of water. Batman had no business running around clad in leather looking the way he does.

Honestly, it should be illegal. You were a victim of a thirst trap!

Those two old pictures recirculating the web landed you in some hot water with Joker but it wasn't that bad, right?

J still loved you.. and this all happened before you and him even met! Why was he getting bent out of shape over something in the past?

Sure you licked Batman's cowl and #Leathertastesfunny and #Ihadworse was a wild comment to make, but it was just harmless fun.

Now the second photo op? Okay. You plead the fifth.

Batman slammed you into the wall which made your thumb slip and well.. that selfie happened. The sex that followed was.. phew.

YOU WERE NOT GOING TO TELL JOKER THAT PART.

You weren't dumb. You valued your life. Joker and Batman hated each other (you were convinced otherwise but let's move on..) It happened before you met Joker.

Why was that part not clicking?

Yet one look into Joker's cold green eyes confirmed your fears. He knew. And that was bad. Real bad. Horrible in fact.

This man put the J in Jealousy and this new development was a slap in the face; the ultimate betrayal. It was the straw that broke the camel's back and you were terrified to even think about what Joker would do to you as punishment.

There wasn't a soft way to break this news to Joker but in your defense, you thought he would never find out. However, the internet literally screwed you over.

You weren't prepared for Joker's jealous rage.

He only showered you with love and affection, never anger. The man in front of you now was The Joker that Gotham City feared. There was a dark gleam in his eye and not an ounce of your kind, loving J remained therein. This Joker looked at you as if you were a stain on his suit and nothing more.

It was in your best interest to vacate the premises until he calmed down. You started to back away slowly and of course Joker noticed.

"I'd run too if I were you, cuz when I catch ya... mmhm.When I get my handsss on you? I'm gonna ruin you." Even his voice was sinister and devoid of love.

"One."

Your ancestors heard the count down and begged for you to run. You always listened to their wisdom. You squeaked in fear and bolted from the room.

The front door was too far away so your mind quickly thought–

The maintenance hatch. If you could get to the storage room and make it to the floor below, you were good as gold.

You ran and vaguely heard Joker call out "Two..." as you made it down the hall.

He casually stood to his feet and followed your feeble escape with ease. You weren't even giving him a challenge. He honestly thought you would try for the front door but you surprised him by taking advantage of the secret exit that was closer.

Smart girl.

You made it to the storage room and flicked the lock and chain into place before pushing a table to block the door. You nodded at your handiwork and began focusing on opening the latch to descend. It was tricky to open from this side but not impossible.

Joker gave you props. Your methods were sound.

Locking the door and barricading it from the inside. It was a great strategy against someone else but Joker's rage defied all logic.

You jumped when you heard him hit the door. The chain rattled but held tight.

"Now I wonder.... where oh where could my little slut be?" Joker sang out, knowing that you were panicking inside.

He was ramming something, or maybe just his shoulder, against the door. With each impact, your hopes of escaping dwindled. The chain broke the same time you started to descend the ladder. Joker broke the door in and shoved the table aside with relative ease.

You were almost down the ladder but said screw it and jumped the last few steps to buy yourself some more time.

You landed awkwardly on your ankle but your adrenaline brushed off the pain and gave you godspeed to the door on the maintenance floor.

Your hand grazed the handle when Joker snatched you away. Your screams were music to his ears.

Joker used to care about your safety. J knew being with him romantically painted a huge target on your back so he taught you basic self defense, but you never thought you would be using what you learned to fight him off.

Joker was stronger and he knew your mannerisms and weak spots.

Any defense tactics you learned went down the drain with him as your opponent. He dodged your fists and mocked your weak attempts at fighting back. His jeers made you want to cry but you kept at it and landed a solid kick to his crotch.

Joker had a high tolerance to pain; yet he was still a man. He cursed under his breath and doubled over until the pain subsided.

You scrambled away and maybe it was a miracle (or just Joker messing with you to think you got away) but you managed to hit the stairwell in record time.

You cleared one floor and were descending another when you were tackled from behind. "Got ya!"

Your heart leapt out of your chest thinking you were about to tumble down the stairs but Joker tackled you on the landing between levels. Unfortunately, you took the brunt of the fall and Joker landing on you– knocked what air that was left from your lungs.

Joker was heavy and since you lost favor with him, he could stop holding back and be himself.

He put a stop to your flailing arms with a growl, "Hold still, Y/n!" He knocked your legs apart and straddled your body, letting you feel his erection brushing against your thigh.

"Joker, you're hurting me!" You screamed with the hope that someone on the level would hear you and come investigate.

"Good! Let's hurt ya some more!" He grinned.

He lifted your head, only to slam it roughly back on the unforgiving floor. Your head spun like a Saturday cartoon character. He was going to kill you.

The realization hurt worse than the concrete.

J was about to do it a third time but you bit his arm in hopes that he would let you go. It barely phased him.

"Really Y/n? Tsk, did you act like this with Batsy? Hmm? No, I bet... you begged him to f__k ya like the whore you are." He grunted when you kneeled him in the groin again.

He clicked his tongue and didn't think about his actions.

Joker slapped you across the face and it worked like a charm bringing you back to focus. Your head was forced to the side but you blinked in shock before staring at J in utter disbelief.

Joker would never lay a finger on you. "J.."

He grabbed your jaw and yelled in your face. "Shut up! I don't wanna hear.. another worD. You... you make me so.... So angry! Why? Why Bunny? Why him? Am I noT good enough for ya? Is it the scars?" Joker squeezed your face harder.

You whimpered but you didn't speak another word. So you could follow orders after all. He enjoyed the fear swirling in your e/c eyes.

For so long he suppressed his urges and desires. A part of him longed to see you fear him and today he finally got to see it. In this stairwell with you lying helpless underneath him, Joker soaked up your terror and craved for more.

You teared up and made the mistake of opening your mouth. "I-It was just o-one time, J! I p-promise!" You saw Joker's eye twitch and you knew you screwed up.

He smiled and tipped his head back laughing. It echoed in the barren stairwell and hurt your eardrums.

Joker's hand slipped from holding your jaw to wrapping firmly around your neck.

He stopped laughing as you began to struggle anew.

"Yeah? Just one time? Well... One. Time. Too many." He smiled as your face slowly turned blue. What a lovely shade against your bronzed skin he thought.

You clawed at his hands crushing your throat but you couldn't think and fight him with the limited oxygen you had left.

Joker groaned when your eyelashes fluttered closed. He started to grind his cock against you in earnest. You looked so pretty losing consciousness, he just couldn't help himself and squeezed tighter.

Your chest heaved and Joker saw you about to slip under so he pulled back.

You sucked in precious air and Joker didn't give you a moment's reprieve. He leaned down and licked the salty tears from your face. "You're sooooo pretty like thiss."

In that moment you knew; Joker had completely lost it. His hot breath fanned over your wet cheeks and you tensed feeling his dick grind harder onto your thigh.

You were sick to your stomach. He was enjoying this?

"G-Get off of me!" You croaked out while bucking your weight against Joker. You were trying to shove him off but in Joker's twisted mind, you were reciprocating his lust.

Your feeble attempts provided Joker more friction and he rewarded your actions.

"Needy little thing aren't ya? Since it was only a.. one time thing, I'm gonna use you.. just this once the way you deserve."

Joker's hands caressed over your waistline and began to pull down your pants. You protested immediately.

You only had on a fan made t-shirt and faded sweatpants, whereas Joker remained fully clothed in his three piece suit and clown makeup. It was probably smeared all over you. He was unbothered by you fighting back and set about taking your clothes off.

You were not about to just lay here and let Joker have his way with you. You didn't want this and you weren't going down without a fight.

With a battle cry, you fought back even more but Joker rolled his eyes and collected both of your wrists with one of his own and held them up over your head.

A sharp clicking noise stole your attention and you looked down right as Joker used a hidden knife to cut your pants off.

"Joker, stop! I-I don't.... I want this!" You hissed when he dragged the knife up your chest, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

Your shirt fell open right down the middle from the cut and Joker hummed at the sight of your heaving breasts.

You never wore a bra or panties these days. You were practically asking for this.

"Quit whining, slut. She wants this.. just look at her.." Joker chuckled and set aside his knife to plunge two fingers into your pussy. It horrified you to discover that you were sopping wet.

"No! No, I don't!"

He sank his fingers to the knuckle and made rough, come hither motions right over your g spot.

Your hips bucked up on command. Your body was literally betraying you. For months Joker trained you to accept only his touch but you couldn't believe your pussy would fold so quickly. She didn't care that Joker was bashing your head against the ground or choking the life outta you moments prior.

Girl. Get it together, you are in danger! You screamed at yourself. Your pussy refused to comment.

Joker seemed to notice your inner struggle.

"All it takes is a lit-le bit of uhh stimulation, and she gives in! Don't be upset, Bunny! I own this pussy, of course she listens to me."

Joker leaned down and whispered in your ear, "A good pet listens to its master."

You moaned when he sped up. Joker was a wizard with his hands and used those powers to his advantage. He watched you try and fight your body's natural reaction and fail miserably. Your struggles made him stroke you harder.

More tears dotted your lashes as your orgasm crept up to the surface. His fingers felt too good scissoring their way inside your gummy walls. Joker could get you off in minutes and today was no different.

You didn't want this but your body spoke on your behalf.

The sound of your wet cunt gushing on Joker's fingers was the only sound in the stairwell besides your stifled moans. A blinding hot heat traveled up your spine and you knew you wouldn't last.

"Joker! I-I... I'm so–" Joker laughed as you came on his fingers and jerked in his hold.

You held it back for so long, your release seemed never ending and Joker (like always) talked you through it.

"That's it!! Give it to me Y/n. Such a good little pet all for me!" Your body turned on its side and Joker let your wrists go for now.

You curled into a ball and wept as the last shivers of pleasure tormented your body. You didn't see Joker loosening his tie and unbuckling his belt. He knew you would love this next bit. You always do.

So what if his arch enemy had a taste of his girl? He'd f__k some sense back into you. You were his and he did not share.

The next time J saw the masked hero, it was on sight. No more playing games; he was gonna kill the bat. No one touched what's his and lived to tell the tale.

Joker pulled his dick out and stroked it as he watched you pull yourself back together. You blinked back your afterglow and spoke.

"I'm s-sorry Joker. I... it won't happen again. It was a mista–" You looked up and saw J towering over you. Since when did he stand up?

Then your gaze fell to his dick. It looked bigger somehow. You watched it twitch right in front of your eyes before your gaze flickered back up to Joker.

He was laughing at your petrified look.

"Aww you think I'm gonna, uhhh, believe that ap-polo-gy? No. Open your mouth and work for your forgiveness."

He stepped closer and you shook your head, scooting away.

"Wait, J please I can.." Your back hit the wall and Joker blocked the only way out. He sucked his teeth when you cowered away. He reached out and grabbed the back of your hair to force you closer to his dick.

"Go on whore. Do what you're best at. SucK."

You shook your head and pushed against Joker's legs but he wasn't having it. He slapped you again and growled down at you, "I won'T repeat myself."

He didn't wait for you to make up any more excuses. He pried your mouth open with his tip before shoving the rest of his cock down your throat.

He used the grip on your head to force your mouth up and down his dick. "See?! It's not so.. hehe.. hard now is it?" He chuckled yet it faded into a groan.

He was doing all of the work but it still felt amazing. Joker didn't care if you couldn't breathe and he didn't care if you tapped your safe word on his leg. You didn't deserve that luxury.

In Joker's mind, you were just another tool for him to use and discard whenever he saw fit. Your needs didn't matter as long as he got his.

Joker felt you trying to pull away. He quickly slammed your head into the wall behind you. Your mouth opened wider in pain.

Joker made sure the only thing you could do was sit up and choke on his dick. He held your head still and began f__king your face since you didn't want to cooperate.

It was sloppy and wet but the sounds spurred Joker on. Your mouth was always his greatest weakness.

Your throat was bottomless and could take every last inch of him just like your pussy. Joker's hips lost their rhythm just thinking about your tight hole.

He wanted that. He needed to reclaim it.

It didn't matter that your affair with Batman happened days before you and Joker met or that it was truly a one time thing. You had options if you wanted another lover. Just the thought of you leaving him made Joker go insane.

You needed to be put in your place. You were his toy.

Joker was itching closer and close to his release but pulled out of your mouth with a groan.

You cried out and fell forward onto your hands, sucking in what much oxygen you could muster. Your jaw was sore and your voice was probably gone with the violent way Joker was using your throat.

He was so rough and didn't care about your wellbeing at all. He ignored the Morse code you tapped on his leg and the complete disregard for the safety system the two of you created, shattered your heart.

Joker didn't care anymore. He broke your trust with that single action.

You tried crawling away and Joker let you make it a few paces away before he dropped to his knees and dragged you back towards him by your ankle.

Sure enough, your voice was gone and only a broken cry escaped your mouth.

"Good. I didn't wanna hear you whining." Joker grumbled. He smacked your behind and slotted his wet dick in between your folds.

You kicked at J but he locked your legs in with his own and pushed your shoulders down onto the floor. You were bullied into doggystyle with your hands held tightly behind your back. You were completely restrained.

If anyone ever used the stairs, they would've seen Joker's sinister red grin as he slid in deep.

"Ahhh yessss. Still sooo wet! I just love how much you want this! Such a dirty little girl I have.. getting ngh.. off on being used. Isn't that right? Ya like being used huh pet?"

Joker shoved you face down on the dirty floor. "Don'T. Answer. I feel you squeezing down on me, f__k.. doll! I love it when you do that."

You felt sick for enjoying each drag of Joker's dick going in and out of your pussy. His swollen head felt amazing knocking against your g spot and his verbal assaults were equally degrading but they still made your head swim in desire.

You should hate this, hate Joker for treating you like trash. But he didn't hold back and showed you his true colors and a teeny tiny part of you loved that.

A rough Joker hit the spot in ways that frightened you.

His grip on your waist ached and he thoroughly enjoyed ramming his cock deeper to hear each hiccup you made. Every thrust burned in the best way and when he yanked your curls, you moaned dejectedly.

"Needy little slut.. Look at me." J craned your head back so you could look up at him from behind.

"Mouth, open it." You didn't question it. Your tongue lulled out and Joker grinned before spitting right down your throat. You recoiled but wisely swallowed.

He felt your pussy flutter around him and chuckled.

"Didn't have to tell you f__k, you're soo desperate! Ahh, soo obedient for me. Hmmm, were you a good cock slut for him too? Heh, course you were. You'd do anything for dick. Pathetic."

Joker pulled your hair again and you whined at the sting it left behind. His brutal strokes hadn't let up and they left you lightheaded and panting for air.

And Joker wanted to abuse that luxury. He let go of your hair to grab your neck from behind. You gasped and rested your hands on Joker's arm on instinct.

Normally in bed, Joker required that your hands be on him at all times so you could signal to him if he became too rough. But what use would it do since he completely disregarded your safe system?

He choked you with one hand and snaked his other down your body to play with your clit.

Your knees buckled once he found it and if it wasn't for J's hold on your neck, you would've crumbled to the floor.

Joker whispered dirty things into your ear but you couldn't hear a thing over the sound of your heart beating wildly. He was cutting off your air and as a result you were slipping fast.

"Oh no no no no no Bunny. None of that. Breathe."

He thrusted deep and released your throat which caused you to come on his dick.

The rush was unlike anything you've ever experienced. You didn't know whether to breathe it all in or pass out. You were high on oxygen and pleasure and crumbled to the floor in a semi comatose state.

You were floating but you could faintly feel Joker still beating up your walls. He followed your descent to the floor and caged you in with his body. You were bone tired and couldn't lift a finger, let alone try and stop him.

"Ah, p-please, J.. its too– ah! Too much!" You were still sensitive from your orgasm and, no surprise, Joker didn't care.

He continued to thrust himself deeper and deeper and panted on your shoulder in ecstasy. "S-Shut.. up n' take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it.. yesss! Aww f-f__k! I'm gonna cum, pet."

You knew he was by the unabashed moans spilling from his lips. Joker sounded divine in the throes of passion and against your wishes, your pussy fluttered around him, prepping for another orgasm.

He felt it and hissed loudly. "Yeah, gimme another one, doll. I want it! Right. Now." Joker furiously rubbed your clit and snatched your orgasm right from under you.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as Joker's cock bottomed out for the final time. He emptied his seed into your greedy cunt with a feral groan.

"You're mine." Joker said and bit down on your shoulder, hard.

You screamed and tried to get away but Joker had you pinned underneath him. Your only option was to lie there and take whatever Joker had to offer.

And if you thought that Joker would come to his senses after sex and apologize, then you were sorely mistaken.

He lazily thrusted his dick one, or twice before pulling out with a sigh. Joker admired his work and located your torn shirt off to the side to wipe himself dry.

You whimpered at the sudden bereft feeling and hated that your pussy clenched around nothing in earnest. It aches for something you didn't want in the first place.

You didn't have the energy to lift your head but you heard Joker buckle his belt back and stand as if nothing happened.

"Catch your.. breath and meet me back in the uhh a-part-ment. I'm not done with ya."

Your eyes flew open when you heard his footsteps climb up the stairs. He was leaving you here, naked and bruised, only to find some strength and do this all over again upstairs?

He truly had lost his mind.

You must've whimpered because Joker stopped on the stairs and looked down. You met his cold gaze and shivered. Whatever smidgen of love that Joker held for you was long gone.

In its place was nothing but contempt. "Hurry up, pet. Don'T. Keep me waiting."

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ofduskanddreams · 7 months

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oh how the mighty fall / cold hard ground

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @separatist-apologist! MB, you are such a light in this fandom and an inspiration to me and I'm so grateful to count you as a friend 💕 You once requested that I make Azriel suffer a bit, I know it has taken a while but I never forgot so here you are. I hope you don't mind an angsty present.

TITLE CREDIT GOES TO FALLOUT BOY AND TAYLOR SWIFT iykyk

Summary:

He had known that Elain and Lucien were getting married today, of course he had. Months ago, when Gwyn asked him to be her date to a wedding on the same day, Azriel had felt like it was Christmas come early because it gave him a viable excuse to counter Rhys and Cassian’s insistence that he “was a part of this family” and “he should be there regardless of their history” because “it’s the start of a new chapter, Az, wouldn’t it be better if it began with the past being laid to rest?” Azriel didn’t think it was unreasonable that he would want to avoid his ex-girlfriend’s wedding but everyone else thought differently. Gwyn’s invitation, thought to be his saving grace, turned out to be his condemnation. OR A slightly bleak exploration of Azriel's relationships, past and present.

rated: M ◆ 7.4 k words ◆ read on ao3

Please check the tags and the A/N at the beginning before reading <3

tagging: (this isn't exactly a shipping fic so I'm just taking guesses, sorry if I missed you) @ablogofsapphicpanic @areyoudreaminof @spell-cleavers @iftheshoef1tz @damedechance @octobers-veryown @krem-does-stuff @panicatthenightcourt @thelovelymadone @foundress0fnothing @moonpatroclus @itsthedoodle @archerofmagnusheart @catboyjamesbond @wilde-knight @valkyrieassassin

#mb appreciation month #elucien fanfiction #gwynriel fanfiction #azris fanfiction #pro elucien #pro azriel #but also #kind of #anti azriel #in a very pro way?#read at your own discretion #acotar fanfiction #pro elain archeron #pro lucien vanserra #pro gwyneth berdara

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hvbris · 2 years

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Jane "El" Hopper & Billy Hargrove: parallels daddy issues / very emotional / anger issues / super hero

#my edits #can be reblogged #another delivery of pain #because im sick and writing is too hard but gif making is fine LOL #and i've had this idea in my head for a while #flash warning tw #flash tw #&(Billy)#Eleven (friends don't lie)#read at your own discretion

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mamayan · 11 months

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Fat Gum (Toyomitsu Taishirō) Headcanons!

(I love some good yandere content, but I just can’t see this man ever becoming a yandere. He’d sooner never love again than force you into anything. If he really snapped and progressed as a yandere, he’d be the type to silently watch over you for the rest of your life if you didn’t reciprocate his love.)

SFW Headcanons:

• This man is a cinnamon roll in the streets and a cinnamon roll in the sheets.

• He’s the most likely to fall in love with you for your personality… and taste in food. Looks really aren’t all that important to him, but he enjoys if you compliment him! Tell him how nice it is to lay on him or snuggle, it makes his whole week.

• This man is literally the best date you could ask for, no need to worry about where you’re going or what your doing and especially what you’re going to eat. It’ll all be amazing.

• His hero work does take a lot of time away from your relationship, but he’s not one to ever neglect or ignore you. Dates can and will be done on video chat, sharing a meal and evening together even if you aren’t physically close.

• Buys you all the stuffed animals, books, video games, whatever hobby supplies you could ever want. His love languages are physical touch, gift giving, acts of service, and words of affirmation. He’s literally full of sugar I swear.

• Don’t think he’s a doormat though, he’s a classic Osaka man and has a temper (it usually only comes out when he sees or hears about something unjust or awful, but it can happen if someone cuts in line while he’s waiting for Takoyaki, or you telling him about a co-worker or customer being rude to you at work).

• Gives amazing foot rubs for such big hands, perfect pressure application.

• Traditional in dating. Likes the flowers, candies, dates, and all the mushiness of romance and love. Will likely take you on a multitude of dates before ever even kissing your cheek.

• He’s nearly 30, this man isn’t looking for a quick fling. He’s looking for his future, and if he’s dating you, it’s with serious intentions.

• If you nap on him, he’ll treat it the same way as one does when a cat sleeps on them. He’ll be careful even breathing to not wake you. Might snap a couple pictures too.

NSFW 🔥 MDNI ⛔️ :

• He’s 8’2, which means he’s not small even when he’s burned through all his fat. He’s an enormous man, and has an enormous cock, without a doubt. It’s not even the sexy big either, it’s the “Need 3-6 months of training and prep to take it” sort of vibe. He’s so cautious with sex it’s put many off in the past, but he cares more about your comfort and pleasure than his own. I love him seriously

• Once you have worked up comfortably to taking him, and he’s less afraid of harming you, it’s on. Cry all you want, Taishiro is a giver through and through, and give he will. He loves to overstimulate you, leave you begging for him to stop because it’s all too much only to throw you over the edge again. Rocking into you, keeping you absolutely stuffed, while he whispers praises in your ear. “So good, aren’t you sugar? Takin’ all of me, ngh, so well.”

• Say goodbye to normal aftercare, after this man destroys your insides (literally) you will be forced into his delicate care afterward. He’s got massage oil, pain meds, a doctor, the bubble bath and ALL the snacks.

• He loves the size difference but won’t say it out loud. You could be in the next lineup as a pro basketball player and look like a little kitten next to him. He adores it. It’s also cute holding you up by the hips and lifting you off the ground to rail into you, when he’s tired of laying down and you riding him. He’s scared to smush you, so this is a safe way to fuck you good and well. Just lift and impale

• He will snack on you like none other. Sit or lay on his face, he insists. His tongue alone could fuck you, it’s got insane girth and power.

• He doesn’t love blowjobs because he can’t see you over his belly. Maybe if he’s been forced to use his fat, he’ll happily accept if you offer. He just wants to see you struggle to take his big cock╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

• If you want him to cum quickly, go ahead and tell him how badly you want to get filled up. “Tai, please, I need your cum… wanna be full” or something pornographic like that, he’ll bust so fast-

• He’s big into lovin’ on you and making sure your calories get replenished after. Expect the BEST aftercare, whatever and anything you want. He’s internally moved by your willingness to take him, it’s an honor to him, really.

#taishiro toyomitsu #bnha #fatgum #Headcanons #sfw #and not lol #some not so safe headcanons warning #Read at your own discretion #mdni

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imprvdente · 9 months

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@multipleoccupancy . 😈

"I was not expecting any visitors, that is really embarassing."

Fish Lecter spoke as if this was her house and she had been interrupted in the middle of a mundane task, shaking her head in pretend discomfiture. At her feet lay the grotesque tableau she had been carefully preparing, and a sea of blood.

"You're interrupting me in the middle of dinner, Edgar," she almost scolded. Her voice was calm, and she even offered the man a lovely smile. But there was nothing charming about Special Agent Lecter anymore. She had shed her skin of normalcy, the veneer cracked just enough to reveal the BEAST underneath.

"Now, what are we going to do about that?"

#oof #&(edgar longshadow)#fish (lecter)#fbi verse #closed starter #read at your own discretion

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darkmermaida03-bnha · 3 months

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I posted this on AO3 almost a year ago and am currently in the process of working on another chapter, I figured it wouldn’t go further than a 2 shot but ideas are coming to me. I’m pretty preoccupied with my Tokyo Revengers works but infrequent updates with this are possible. For now, please go give it a read if you’re as obsessed with Shiggy as I am 🖤

Link ⬇️

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dash-n-step · 1 year

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my controversial hs take (yes this is another random rant about davepeta)

disclaimer: do not take any of this too seriously, I'm mostly talking to myself and not really stepping into some kind of "hs discourse analyst" ring for a character I'm clearly just overly attached to, whatever nonsense I spout is probably not going to change minds nor be able to have my mind changed about, nor do I stand by any strong claim to properly remember the story or things said by characters

readers' discretion is advised

some people act like davepeta has, like, no history in the comic and like sure as the singular entity of "davepetasprite" they appear for about 10 pages, a flash and a bit in the epilogues, but it feels like having to explain object permanence to a child because they aren't just a singular entity, they were and very much still are Davesprite and Nepeta.

"it sucks davesprite's character just ends there" well, they're davepeta now and a big part within those "measly 10 pages" that some people love to point out being so short was explicitly about having BEEN davesprite and where they go from there, and further interacting with Arquisprite partly based on that history with Bro

"it sucks that nepeta didn't get to do much, davepetasprite is just catboy dave" Davepeta is more than just "Dave but cat puns", Nepeta's vibes are still going strong, you are undermining just how much Nepeta molds them and overestimating the way Dave acts. The very Strider bias you're pointing out happening is influencing how you see them come across. A big part that made the Davepeta/Arquius Reunion so different from the Dave/Dirk reunion was their Nepeta part and her relationship with Arquius as Equius.

Yes, it sucks that Nepeta was without a doubt shafted by the comic, and multiple jokes were made to make light of that fact, but, again, Davepeta is STILL a continuation of the characters they're made up of. It's a continuous timeline of the characters, them actualizing and becoming their own person didn't erase the things that got them there, from the silly to the dramatic.

People act like just because they talk about being connected to different versions of Nepeta and Dave that they didn't actively live through, that means that they're "UTTERLY DISCONNECTED" from the specific versions of Dave and Nepeta they were made from.

But the very things that make you like Davesprite and that make you like Nepeta STILL EXIST, they still went through all of that: Davepeta was there when Pounce died, Davepeta was killed by Gamzee when Equius failed to stop him, they were alongside Bro when he fought Jack and they were there on the ship: messing with John and failing to be a good mate to Jade (even if the Jade they apologized to about it was a different one).

Them concluding that they're now "their own person" growing from that isn't them saying none of that applies to who they are, but that they have a new perspective of reconciling with that past.

What's probably ironic about it all is that in dismissing Davepeta as a continuation of Davesprite, people (outside of story) are just putting on Davesprite the very thing he was talking about when people (in-story) refused to acknowledge that he was the "real dave", only as Davepeta they know they don't have to care about that anymore.

Everything from Nepeta and Davesprite being thrown to the side by the comic, to them forming Davepeta and being able to meet up with Arquius and Jade, accumulate in a lot of the themes Homestuck runs with from extremely early on, but you get some people who really truly just don't get it, to the point where I feel like I'm saying "to be fair, you have to have a really high IQ to enjoy Davepeta as a character", which is a shame cause they're a really silly and fun character who extends from two characters who were in some dark places, rather than subtracting them out of the comic.

#dashingposts #long post #dashingthoughts #i'm not proofreading this #read at your own discretion #i warned you about the post being wrong bro #dashingedits #homestuck #nepeta leijon #davepetasprite #davesprite

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industria-adastra · 2 months

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[PMMM] - i woke, i prayed, i screamed, a vagitus cry

Summary: You’ll never be alone, inside me, chosen lamb of humanity.

(That is what love is; the pinnacle of all human emotion—its salvation and its end)

Pairing(s): Kaname Madoka/Akemi Homura, Kriemhild Gretchen/Akemi Homura

Note: I wrote this in a frenzy in two hours in the library after eating a sandwich and a bar of chocolate send help

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Around them is nothing and everything—the purity of salvation, a world void of sin and free will. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.

The flesh of her chest is carefully peeled aside, pinned away like that of a taxidermied butterfly to reveal the dull lustre of wet bone and her insides. Kriemhild’s fingers deftly trace the outlines of her ribs, the protective cage for her nightingale’s stuttering heart. She could crush it right here and now, slicing it between her teeth and crushing it into bits and pieces as easily as the gem hanging above in Kriemhild’s own heart.

It would not hurt her. It would make her sing—words of worship from her chosen bride, given in exchange for all of humanity. Their sins are forgiven, but it does not hurt to be paid such a gift. Already, her nightingale sings, warbling notes and hoarse cries, not at all perfect on its own but perfect because Kriemhild Gretchen deems it so.

She could devour it, replace it with the sludge of Kriemhild’s flesh and bone, something given between lovers, something exchanged for the promise of eternity. In health and in sickness, in life and death and beyond, they’ll be together. Even when the stars fade, contract, expand and explode and swallow light whole. But Kriemhild thinks she likes it better this way, weak and trembling under her and within her and only for her. Lambs need to be saved, and so do not need to be strong.

Kriemhild presses a kiss on her heart instead, soft and feather-like against the slick of blood and the stickiness of flesh. The walls of Kriemhild’s heart stutter around the both of them, reflecting its owner’s euphoria under the amethyst glow.

When she pulls away, long after the seconds and minutes and who knows how long, the blood stains her lips red—a natural rouge made of love. Kriemhild stares down at the glassy purple eyes of her beloved, hands moving up, up and up to cradle her jaw, hovering over her throat. There are trails of wetness on those pretty cheeks, on the face fixed with rapture, and Kriemhild longs to lap them up. But she settles for pressing her lips on her songbird’s throat, trailing kisses up towards her lips before landing on them with savage ferocity. Kriemhild slides her hands down, down, down, raking at the skin and gripping where she can, pressing down on her prey.

She loves her, she loves her, she loves her, and Kriemhild swallows her whole.

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incorrectbatfam · 2 years

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Idk if you're American or if you ever read any but batfam's favorite fucked-up English class short story ?

Dick: The Gift of the Magi – O. Henry

Jason: The Most Dangerous Game – Richard Connell

Tim: The Yellow Wallpaper – Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Damian: The Veldt – Ray Bradbury

Duke: A Sound of Thunder – Ray Bradbury

Cullen: The Tell-Tale Heart – Edgar Allan Poe

Stephanie: The Lottery – Shirley Jackson

Cassandra: The Monkey's Paw – W. W. Jacobs

Barbara: The Scarlet Ibis – James Hurst

Harper: The Cask of Amontillado – Edgar Allan Poe

Carrie: All Summer in a Day – Ray Bradbury

Kate: Marigolds – Eugenia Collier

Alfred: There Will Come Soft Rains – Ray Bradbury

Selina: The Necklace – Guy de Maupassant

Bruce: Harrison Bergeron – Kurt Vonnegut

#read at your own discretion #i'm not joking #ask #anonymous #batfamily #batfam #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #tw horror #tw swearing

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dragonmasterkaylz · 9 months

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If You Hurt Her, I’ll KILL You

Warning: This may be a Pokémon fanfic, but it is not meant for minors as it contains adult themes that are not suitable for children. Such as violence, blood, mentions of sexual content, obsessive and possessive behaviour, Yandere characters, severe mental instability and attempted suicide.

If any of these trigger you, please don’t read this.

This is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Please don’t take anything in this story seriously. I personally take mental health very seriously and I would hate it if any of my readers were triggered by this. So, again, if any of the themes trigger you, I do not want you to read this. I have tried to make the themes as light as possible, but I am saying this for your own mental well-being since this does have a lot of triggering themes in it. I may be rambling and I apologise, but I just want you to read this for your own entertainment. I do not want you feel horrible after reading this. That is the last thing I want. So, read at your own discretion.

Rika was normally a very composed young woman, who rarely had an outburst. She was very friendly to young trainers and would always encourage them to do their best. She loved her job, she also loved her Pokémon and her colleagues. But, most of her love went to her beautiful girlfriend… and people thought she loved her a little too much. And it was true. Rika loved her… way too much, not that her girlfriend ever really noticed. She just thought it was normal, since this was her first ever relationship. The never-ending doting, constantly messaging her, how affectionate she was… and honestly, Kayleigh absolutely loved it.

But… Rika had a darker side which was tucked away.

If anyone hurt Kayleigh… made her cry, made her feel uncomfortable… or if they even touched her….

She would kill them.

Kayleigh belonged to her and her alone.

“Heh… did you see the cute bikini that girl wore?!!”

“Oh! You mean the one with the ribbons? Oh yeah… too bad she’s taken”.

“Does that matter?! She’s taken by another woman! I bet she’s never felt the touch of a man before—?!”

He felt someone grab his throat from behind and he looked behind him to see dead red eyes. “Oh believe me… she doesn’t need to when she has me”. Panic ran through them both and they both looked at Rika. “I fuck her nice and slowly at times… other times, I’m a little more aggressive… and she loves it. Why would she need you two perverts…?” The man she had in her grip then felt a painful sensation in his back and blood poured from the wound she had given him. He fell to the ground as soon as she let go of him, and he bled out, all over the floor. “Now, it’s your turn to die”.

Meanwhile, Kayleigh was on the beach, wearing her Sylveon-inspired bikini and eating the ice cream that her girlfriend had bought for her. “Mmm~… where’s Rika…?” Clodsire looked up at her and then shook his head slowly. Sylveon and Eevee were both laying on the beach with her, the two of them sleeping. “… Hm, I should go look for her”, she said as she finished her ice cream and stood up, before walking towards the bathroom. She walked in and saw Rika washing her hands. “There you are~! Me and Clodsire got worried about you…”. The woman turned around and smiled before walking to her girlfriend before kissing her.

“Mmm~… you taste like lemon~”.

“Hehe~! It’s from the ice cream you bought me~!”

Unbeknownst to Kayleigh, Rika had finished cleaning the bathroom and removing all of her own evidence from the victims, the bathroom, as well as her knife. The victims were in one of the stall and it looked as if they killed one another. The two walked out together and Rika kept her eyes on her surroundings. “Hmm~, what should we do now… because… I’m getting very hungry…”, Kayleigh said, embarrassed. Rika laughed and kissed her cheek before whispering, “I know… exactly what would satisfy your hunger~”. The blonde blushed heavily and she pouted at her girlfriend just before saying, “N-Not yet!” Rika gave her a smirk.

After their date had ended that day, Kayleigh saw the police come in and two ambulances dragged bodies out of the bathroom. “Huh?! That was the bathroom we were in!” Rika frowned and said, “Let’s go home Princess—wait!!!” Kayleigh ran up to the Police with her Eevee and Rika’s eyes went dark. “Officer Jenny! What happened?!” The blue haired woman looked at her and sighed before saying, “It looks like the two men had a fight and one of them killed the other just before killing himself. They must’ve been friends to go so far”. Kayleigh nodded and mumbled, “I can’t believe this happened. Okay… see you later, Officer”.

Back at home, Kayleigh and Rika had a passionate love making session before they both fell asleep. But Kayleigh couldn’t sleep and was hugging her lovely girlfriend, who was sleeping peacefully. “You okay..?” “Huh…? No… I’m not. We were both in that bathroom and… we didn’t even see anything”. Rika sighed sadly before whispering, “I know… but thinking about it will only make things worse for you”. She kissed her head and said, “It’s got nothing to do with us, Princess…”. “I know…”. They looked at each other and kissed one another before kissing again. Kayleigh panted after the two broke away and she said, “You’re right, Rika”.

“I love you~”.

“I love you too… so much~”.

The next day, Rika went to work as normal and sat at her desk when Poppy ran up to her. “Rika!!!” “Hm…? Is everything okay?” The little girl shook her head and said, “Kayleigh’s in danger! La Primera only just found out!” Rika’s eyes widened and then she heard her phone go off. She answered it and her eyes went dark. “Who is this…?” “Hey! Rika, right?! Well… I have your gorgeous girlfriend captive! Heh… as soon as she heard that we had a few Pokémon captive, she walked straight into our trap! Anyway… I want all of the money the Pokémon League has. You have four hours to get to the warehouse with the money before we decide… to have our way with her… before killing her”, the man told her. Then she stood up and said, “I will be back, Poppy. Don’t follow me”. “Um… okay!”

In the warehouse, Eevee was trying to bite through the bars of her cage along with the rest of her sisters. She growled at the captives, when a Seviper snarled at them all. “Vee!!!” Kayleigh was tied to a chair, also blindfolded and gagged, so she couldn’t scream. All of her Pokémon saw that she was crying and each of them growled as tried to use their signature moves, only for the cage to bounce the moves back to them. Jolteon, Vaporeon and Flareon were completely fine, but the rest were in pain. “Ve-Vee!!!” “Shut up, you little shit before I decide to feed you to Seviper!”, one of the men shouted, causing her to crawl back and whimper sadly. Then the warehouse door opened all of a sudden and each of the Eeveelutions looked up.

“Ah! So, you actually came! You must love her!!!”

“Oi! Where the fuck is our cash?!”

Rika didn’t say anything, she just pulled out a gun and shot one of them in the head with ease. “Hm?!!” This clearly shocked Kayleigh and her Pokémon. She didn’t hesitate. “I didn’t bring it. I only came here to save the one person who’s precious to me. You made her cry… tears of fear. So, you have to die”. On them brought a gun out on her but she shot him before he could pull the trigger. “Pathetic. You don’t even know how to use it!” Then she pulled out a knife and then stabbed everyone else in the room. All of the other Pokémon fled into the wild, never to be seen again. The man that spoke to her earlier that day, looked up at Rika in fear and said, “I-I’ll let her go! I promise! We can just talk this out”. “Sorry… but I can’t let you live after what you’ve done!!!”, she shouted, stabbing him repeatedly, making him scream. “Die… Die…! DIE!!!”

Rika… had snapped.

As soon as he was dead, she dropped the knife and looked down. All she saw was red. Then she heard her girlfriend whimper and the light came back into her eyes. Rika gently removed the blindfold and gag before untying her from the chair. Kayleigh then ran away from her, shaking as she looked around. “You… killed them?!!” “I had no choice… it was either you or them”, Rika told her. The blonde then shouted, “Why didn’t you just call the Police or something?!! This is going overboard!!! This makes you a criminal!!!” Rika then walked over to her and gently pushed her to a wall before saying, “I save you from people that were going to hurt you… and this is how you thank me…?” Kayleigh’s eyes were trembling and she mumbled, “I can’t… be with a criminal, Rika. This is too much…”.

Rika… had snapped even further.

Her eyes widened in shock and she watched as her lover released her Pokémon from the cage. Tears ran down her cheeks and she fell to the ground before saying, “So… you’re breaking up with me… for this?” Kayleigh looked at her with tear-filled eyes and said, “You’ve given me no other choice. You’re a killer! And I bet… you killed those two men at the beach, didn’t you?! That would explain why you were inside of the bathroom for so long!!!” Rika just looked down, her cheeks stained with tears and she mumbled, “I can’t live in this world without you… it’s just too painful for me…”. “W-What are you talking about, Rika…?!” Then she turned the knife on herself and stabbed herself in the gut. “Rika!!! No!!!” Kayleigh ran over, as she called the emergency services immediately. She held her in her arms and looked down at Rika. “Please don’t die”.

“Kayleigh… do you still love me…?”

“I never said that I didn’t. Of course I love you…”.

Rika felt whole again. She wasn’t going to die.

Kayleigh was sat by Rika’s bed, as she gave Officer Jenny her statement of the event. However, she had never mentioned the beach incident. “I see. So it was self-defence?” Kayleigh nodded and said, “She had no choice but to defend herself. Rika believed she’d be able to talk things out, negotiate, but then they stabbed her in the gut”. She lied on Rika’s behalf, to protect her. Jenny hummed and said, “That seems very unlikely Kayleigh, since the wound is deep. But I suppose the will to save you was enough to keep her adrenaline going. Thank you”. After she left, a Nurse walked up and said, “Rika will be fine in our care. You can leave if you wish”. “I don’t want to”, Kayleigh said in a quiet voice, which almost scared her. “O-Okay…”.

A few days later, Rika finally woke up and found both Kayleigh and Eevee leaning on the bed, both asleep. “Cute…”. The shuffling was enough to wake Kayleigh up and she looked at Rika, her eyes wide with shock. “Y-You’re alive?!” She nodded and then remembered what had driven her to stab herself in the gut in the first place. “I hope you know… that I’m not giving up on you. I love you too much. Even if I have to resort to trapping you underground and breaking your mind! I will make sure you belong to me!” Then she felt her kiss her cheek and Kayleigh whispered, “I love you… so much, Rika~”. Her eyes widened in shock as she looked at Kayleigh and that’s when she realised what was really happening. She had misheard everything.

There was no police.

There was no hospital.

The break-up was test.

Rika saw that she was underground and that her dear girlfriend was the one that had tended to her almost fatal wounds. “K-Kayleigh… what was all of this…?!”

“Fufu~! A test of course~! I love how much you dote on me, the constant sweet messages, your affection, everything~! But… I wanted to see how far you were willing to go for me~! So, I set up that test… with real criminals… and pretended to get myself captured~!!! Even my Pokémon played a good part in it… as they all pretended to look scared…! And so, I waited to see what you would do~! And you murdered them all just to keep me safe… but that wasn’t the first time you did such a thing~. And… if you were willing to go that far… I wanted to see what would happen if I freaked out like I did!!! … You can’t be without me, can you~?”

Kayleigh was just as insane as Rika.

She planned everything that happened that day.

Even mimicked voices to make it seem real.

But in reality… none of it was real.

Rika looked down at her wound and saw that she had been fixed up properly. No more blood was seeping out. “K-Kayleigh…! You’re insane!” The woman’s blue eyes started to darken and she mumbled, “Says the woman who murdered every man that so much as looked at me. At least… my hands are clean…”. Rika then asked, “Was anything real?!” “Of course!!! The only thing that wasn’t was the test!!! I promise!!!”, she said desperately. Kayleigh wasn’t the type of person to lie about something like that. She didn’t even lie about the experiment. In the end, she told her what really happened. Tears suddenly filled Kayleigh’s eyes and she looked at her before asking her a question.

“Do you hate me… for deceiving you, Rika?”

Rika leaned in and kissed her lips.

“I… could never hate you. I love you too much~”.

“Fufu~… I love you too. I’ll never stop loving you~!”

The couple were no doubt insane… but it was very clear that they were made for each other.

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 1 year

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He had it comin’

They hurt you I hurt them part 2

Trigger warnings: rape word, mention of SA, gore, revenge, dark themes, usual twd stuff. If you’re sensitive to any of these then please read at your own discretion. Thank you.

“Did you kill him?”

That was the first thing you could even say, it had been a month or so since what had happened… you weren’t fully healed but you were much better. It was more the mental and emotional trauma more than anything but you were strong. Daryl was covered in blood his knuckles painted in the crimson liquid his breathing heavy, the hair that always hovered just over his eyes was drenched in a mixture of sweat and blood his eyes a fierce angry blue. “Nah,” his words were rough as he shook his head visibly affected by it all. He since the incident had been protective over you, incredibly protective but you couldn’t blame him. You remained quiet waiting for him to say something else, “I sent him to hell” you struggled to find your own words as he spoke a slight gulp coming from you. He had murdered a man because of you? “He deserved it. He had it comin’ y/n. He hurt you” he spat out anger evident in his tone but you shook your head “no-“ “yes y/n! The man raped you! He deserved every fucking thing that I put him through.” He exclaimed throwing his arms up in the air “and don’t you dare say he didn’t deserve it because he did, he fucked you up emotionally, mentally and physically! He ruined you! He hurt you once… that meant he would do it again… that’s why I killed him. Because he hurt you… but also because I know if he was able to have time with you again he would do much worse than what he did before.” He spoke firmly, his chest rising and falling rather quickly eyes full of troubled thoughts and feelings as he began to pace back and forth, usually you and Daryl were good at communicating but ever since you had been hurt he had been really difficult to talk to, he had been difficult all together. He kept things from you so you wouldn’t get hurt on a mission with him… even if he meant good by it to try and protect you it still hurt, as if he thought you were weak or something.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered his pacing soon stopping as he ran a hand over his face shaking his head “you’ve got nothing to be sorry for… I’m sorry for getting so angry about this.” He murmured his blood still boiling. His next target were the whisperers and alpha. Maybe he would have to get Negan’s help for that bitch. Daryl lost slept over you being hurt, he couldn’t sleep… imagining everything you went through… the pain… the fear… gods did it keep him up at night. It practically tortured him. It held him in a merciless chokehold until it was the only and last thing he could think about. It was traumatising. Even his own trauma wasn’t as bad as this… with his own trauma he could keep it down where he forgot about it but knowing you got hurt really messed with his head. “How did you kill him?” Your words struck something within him and he paused looking at you “that don’t matter,” he grunted out and you raised your brows “of course it matters!” You said wanting to know but he shook you off “I need a shower… just rest alright?” He mumbled “but you never take a shower…. You…” you soon fall silent as you sigh knowing you wouldn’t get it out of him. He was one stubborn man and as annoying as it was you knew he had a good reason to keep it from you…

~the revenge~

It didn’t take long for him to find the man who hurt you… he was tall. Much bigger than Daryl. Almost like Beta but slightly shorter. Probably about 6’10 so not much taller than Daryl but still tall enough to overpower someone. Daryl wasn’t going to have any mercy. Not now not ever. What this prick had coming for him was well deserved. He soon pursed his lips as he whistled loudly the tall man turning in the direction where Daryl was, hidden just behind a tree- the dark woods aided him by hiding him well… he aligned his crossbow before firing watching as the arrow whistled through the air before piercing straight through the man’s knee, rendering him to his knees as an agonised cry left his lips. How funny… he went down just like that. As Daryl came out of the shadows the man became more and more angry or well maybe scared he wasn’t quite sure. “Who the hell are you man?” He asked but Daryl didn’t respond grabbing a hold of the man’s hair yanking him backwards as he felt onto the floor “your worst nightmare” he found himself saying angrily as he pointed the crossbow directly at his face “you fuckin’ move and I will make this longer.” he warned his blue eyes shining with pure rage his finger teasing the trigger of his crossbow awaiting to fire if the man tried anything but when he didn’t Daryl shook his head taking a step back loosely swinging his crossbow over his shoulder before he crouched down so he could be at eye level with the man, not saying a word his eyes saying enough. It was pure silence. The only sound being the slight comfort of the howling wind but the archer saw that as mother natures way of telling him to murder this man and so without another word Daryl reached out wrapping his hand around the arrow in the man’s knee, it was piercing out through the back of his knee proving it had gone through and through- through the socket and everything…

“Why the hell did you do it.” He spat out and the man stared silently “do what.” He had the audacity to say, not even ask, the amusement in his eyes only adding insult to injury. “Why did you rape her” he asked his jaw clenched, the man chuckling “I didn’t touch her. I’m not that type of man.” Not that type of man huh what a fucking prick. Daryl’s anger only became fuelled more and more as he tightened his grip on the arrow “I’m gonna give you one last fuckin’ chance. You tell me why the hell you hurt her and I will spare your dumbass” he seethed out, the man only finding amusement out of it “and I’m gonna give you one more chance to hear that I didn’t touch her how many-“ he spoke but Daryl didn’t let him finish his sentence off as he was quick to rip the arrow out of his knee the sound of bone and cartilage snapping rang through his ears the man’s screams piercing through his ears as well, he remained deathly silent watching as blood spurted out of his knee “you fucking crazy bastard! I didn’t fucking touch her!” He yelled out, daryl quickly standing up his foot coming in contact with the man’s face kicking him back down twisted groans of agony filling the air as the man writhed in pain “yes you did. Don’t lie.” He muttered already having enough of his bullshit but he knew he would need a little more persuading seemingly and so Daryl dug the arrow into the ground for later use before wrapping his hand around the man’s throat yanking him up his free hand beginning to land constant punches… over and over and over… watching as his face went from a pale colour to an almost terrifyingly red colour, his face now the colour of a tomato practically… his nose was pouring with blood, his teeth covered in the crimson liquid too… “gonna admit it now?” He asked but when the man remained silent Daryl chuckled “fine.”

He knew it was inhumane but what the man did to y/n was even more inhumane. But this was justifiable. The man’s actions prior to Daryl’s revenge most definitely wasn’t justified. It was simply pure evil. He knelt down beside him again unsheathing his knife as he forcefully lifted the man’s already wounded knee up as his screams rang throughout the forest “yeah keep screaming, the dead will finish you faster than I will.” He said coldly before he without even warning stabbed the knife in and out… over and over… of the man’s knee. Constantly. Until his entire leg was covered in blood, the man’s screaming turning into weak begs

“Okay okay I’m sorry… i- I did… I just… i just hadn’t seen a woman in a while.”

His words fucked with Daryl the wrong way, rubbing him off the wrong way completely and his rage had began to get uncontrollable “I know that ain’t the truth, but you ain’t worth my time or breath.” He said before hovering just over the man as he pulled the arrow out of the mud, the tip of the arrow covered in mud before Daryl grasped a hold of the man’s chin keeping him still “I hope you stay alive for hours… you better hope god does exist.” He whispered to the man before bringing the arrow down the arrow piercing through his eye and penetrating straight into his brain, his heavy breathing stilling, his body going limp and Daryl stood up wiping off his knife on his trousers before he without even much of a reaction walked away, acting as if he had done nothing but he didn’t care. The man had gotten exactly what he deserved… no love… no mercy… no care… simply cold hearted painful death.

The days passed by, one by one- but each and every one of those days Daryl was scavenging the woods looking for the whisperers or mainly alpha and so once he found them all he was quick to kill each and every one of them, not on his own of course- he had the help of everyone else, making sure you stayed home safe and sound but seeing alpha laying there dead, head decapitated from her body, it felt good. So fucking good knowing the big bad wolf so to speak was finally defeated… finally. And Daryl didn’t just want them dead because he wanted to get justice for you, no- he wanted them all dead because then you would be more likely to not be hurt again by bastards like them.

“So they’re all dead?” Your voice was quiet your head resting upon Daryl’s chest as he held you in his embrace, dog laying on the foot of the bed. Daryl nodded his head “yeah.” He murmured and you let out a soft sigh as you looked up to him “thank you.” Your voice was soft and gentle before you pressed a kiss to his cheek in a way to thank him further, a pink flush forming on his cheeks and you smiled lightly. “You ever gonna tell me how you killed him?” You asked and Daryl glanced down at you “shoved an arrow through his eye” he said and you winced your stomach churning “want to hear more?” He asked amusement in his tone but you quickly shook your head “no… I’m pretty aware of the fact an arrow through the eye cannot cause that much blood so I’ll stay curious for this one..” you murmured making a light chuckle leave his lips “mhm… details ain’t necessary… just gotta be glad he never gonna touch you again.” He murmured and you nodded very relieved about it. All you had to know was the fact that he had it comin’ he deserved everything that he endured.

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 2 years

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Reiji and a mermaid AU for the ask game please

temptations

nsfw - reiji sakamaki

literally, feel free to send feedback this is like my first time writing NSFW and I am shaking, but like read at your own discretion. I have very clearly tagged it.

tw: light gore? mentions of bloody feeding, misuse of aphrodisiacs, slight dub con, deepthroating.

There it was again.

The icy chill shot down his spine, it was a feeling he was well-versed in but never in the position of prey; a sick glee spread into his gut.

Most people assumed his aloofness would translate into how he hunted his prey but that would be too easy.

Too easy for him.

He subdued obstacles in his path with clinical precision, washing hands as a boy due to the bloody mess smeared across his petite torso. He had never acted like a degenerate like the other double-dwelling nobles, like his bastard brothers.

But the exhilaration had consumed him.

oh, it started in the pit of his gut sending tingles and goosebumps, he couldn’t stop smiling, he had never smiled his wide- this long before - it made his cheeks ache and his hands shook but one thing he could say for certain is that it was not from the slightest hint of displeasure.

That and he had to re-create it again.

He had learned his favourite form of feeding came from driving his prey sick with paranoia, and playing fairy prince till they stumbled into his clutches like he was a venus fly trap.

However, there was just something about the women he chased to recreate that glee.

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He still remembers her, I suppose it could be a first love if he hadn’t been so wickedly perverse. She had been some human aid of one of his tutors, and the first thing he noticed about her was her height, she was tall. She had these dark eyes, big, almost scary if it wasn’t for how much she smiled whether genuine or in those teasing lilts that made something in him stir.

Whilst his brothers spent their teenage years exchanging leering glances with the women of the palace bar and the company of their right hand. He spent it seduced by this quiet sly girl with a strong voice and warm arms. He would keep his touches light, brushing away her stray strands of hair, or implanting the imprint of the outside of her hand as he accepted that day’s lesson material into his mind. Taking these innocent moments and revelling in the perverse act of using that strong scent of jasmine that wafted after she left, imaging those warm human hands with her firm grip on other places he desired, her voice in his ears as he threw his head back whilst stroking out the remaining of what he could through the afterglow.

She had denied him, and at first, he thought she was being meek, she probably couldn’t understand the honour of him choosing her as the epitome of what he had envisioned for a mistress, he would even give her children, breeding her to his heart's desire and god he desired. If the position of king wasn't his top priority he would've happily been only hers, if he had wanted, all the things she could’ve wanted till her stupid mortal life would came to its end.

Even then he would’ve taken care of their children, and cherished her dead spirit, he even knew that their eldest daughter would’ve been the pride of his entire life.

she threw it away, in mumbled whispers, deceiving eyes, about how she couldn’t, and he would’ve accepted it too if it wasn’t for how he saw that slut let the stable boy take her, right then on the open field. It should’ve been him, even then in the sick dread spreading across his constricting chest, he felt his trousers get tighter, she just dared to look like that under the moon, head thrown back, spit-slicked puffed lips, it drove him furious.

He would just confront her, that’s what he had told himself, but the scent of wildflowers had replaced the jasmine, and that stupid limp could not be more obvious, not to mention how she spoke in a gentler voice than usual not to placate him.

no, not for him. but it was obvious the hoarseness would seep into her usual accented words.

He wondered all the things her mouth could do to sound like that.

He had slammed her head right into the table, the impact effectively rendering her unconscious, his strength incomparable even then but balanced for his purpose, and then he drank from her, he knew even with all the ropes and silks he tied her with and the knife he dragged against her supple skin, he wouldn’t be able to sleep with her.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t touch her whilst drinking his deserved fill, I mean he deserved this, the swell of her breast fit so perfectly against his hands, warm. It was so enticing he couldn’t help but bite into the top of one. as the blood spurted out he used his hand to roll the bud of the other one.

His semi- with just that much - exposed a lot more vulnerability than he would’ve liked to have shown, but he had to enjoy this. He had craved this for so long slipping a hand under her loose nightgown, gripping those thighs knowing it would leave a mark, digging his nails in. He wanted to own every part of her, rolling his thumb into the curve of her hip bone, he kissed her. It fulfilled him in ways he didn’t know anything ever could.

His ministrations upon her only lasted a while after that, as he came all over her face twice, and once over those tits, he had grown quite fond of them.

He cleaned up and waited till she was conscious he wanted her to be somewhat aware of what would happen next. trying his different creations on her seeing which aphrodisiac drove her to squeeze those thighs tightly together, have her panting in want like a bitch in heat, eyes crossed humping against the edge of her chair, leaving her in want like how she had left him.

Not that he wasn’t getting his fun, his expression was discernible to her, but it made it all a little bit more satisfying that night, shoving himself against the door connecting his room and his study, hand shoved into his trousers in sync with her lewd whines, knowing she wanted him just as badly.

After completely unravelling her senses he finally fucked her, it was raw, and cathartic and so fulfilling like something had clicked into place looking at her rosy face and sweat-soaked skin, bouncing up down, moving like a dumb fleshlight by the tight grip on her waist, his hands squeezing into soft flesh, leaving bruises and bites as he drove them to release.

Once he was finally tired of her, her betrayal only left her one choice and that was death. He refused to be served someone's sloppy seconds without repentance. The only thing that remained of her was her heart still stored in a vault within the scope of his childhood home.

But it had become tiring over the years, humans were weak, and lacking qualities that would inspire passion. It was the passion that had made her so delectable, it was the deep constricting feeling that left him gasping for air and grinning - the one he didn't dare name - that had made her so precious. They didn't have girls like that anymore, or maybe he had changed too. No longer that boy with pleading eyes, now a more jagged man who knew how to cover his selfish desires far better.

His nostalgia was broken by something cutting through the dark waters, well if it wasn't his little stalker. He had noticed it for a while now, using one of his family's coastal villas for research. At first, his things started going missing and he had never been careless enough to misplace his belongings, his favourite pen, a glove of his, even a vial of his seaweed tester. All lost after he placed them too close to the edge of the jagged rocks where he liked working.

Against popular opinion he wasn't a complete recluse, he just refused to mingle with his brothers longer than necessary, perhaps why he was growing so fond of this place. He knew he had spent much time outside, which gave the perpetrator plenty of time to read him and his actions.

Walking across the shores was a dangerous game to play, knowing his little stalker loved any attention he paid them, the attention made him heady. Someone craving his presence this much fulfilled some complex he chose to ignore.

After his realisation that rather than his belongings being swept away with the unsteady tide, it was being swiped, he decided to play a little game.

He would observe the ocean from the tower opposite his villa, making sure to use his abilities to mask any sign of his existence. At first, the ocean seemed more restless than usual - as if the thief had control over such things - then it was eerie still. This is when he first caught sight of that quicksilver tail, assuming it was a creature he let it go. But once again catching a glimpse of a larger shadow than of seaside fish, piqued his curiosity.

He watched the large shadow, once he figured out its pattern, going from the deepest point of the water near the underground catacombs next to the cliffs to swimming alongside the shore his house overlooked, it always lingered there. It made him feel giddy. Nothing had truly roused his interest in so long.

Then came the gifts, normally he would have assumed they were washed up onto the beach, if not for their abnormal quantity. The first was scallop shells, enough that he could load his arms full and there would still be more, they were unceremoniously dumped upon his usual rock where he preferred to sit when describing his theories.

He chose to see what would happen if he ignored these gifts. Next came enough sea glass that he would cover his entry's villa’s floor with it. No, that was a feat he had to admit. It forced him out of his shelter in the tower to try to ascertain how on earth the creature had carried this much. With no signs of the creature he swiftly turned away, apparently that caused quite a riot as he saw how the creature streamlined towards his position. Choosing to draw out their game a little longer, he manipulated the night’s shadows to cover himself

It seemed to rile his pursuer far more than anything, stopping suddenly confused as to where the land dweller it stalked had disappeared.

The day after that no presents appeared as if it was trying to give him the cold shoulder, so he decided to up the stakes.

Dressing himself up for the first time in a couple of months, with a nice dark blue dress shirt that clung to his arms, and his oxford loafers polished he headed down to the down bar. The picture-perfect image of a city boy tourist with no clue of where he was meant to be, he saw how the women there had eyed him, but he had to be careful about his prey if he wanted to execute this perfectly.

He needed this to solidify his belief, the intentions of the creature were based only around him, that by simply existing he had caught the intention of another being. No manipulation is needed for such reckless provoked behaviour all just for him.

The girl he picked up from the bar was a local. He saw how she greeted the bare minimum of her dinner party and only took a glance at the drinks section on the menu. As this was the only decent establishment around there was no need for her to try to change her usual order.

She couldn't be an outcast but also not an extrovert; she had to be one of the quiet ones, who have very little circles, who has nothing to hold her down in this tiny town. Someone who people cared about but not special enough to be remembered if she ever took off without warning.

It was easy enough to convince her he was the most charming non-chauvinistic man that she'd ever met in her life. He made sure to walk with her by the coast so that whatever it was watching him could get a good look at who would capture his attention this evening, going as far as to kiss her then and there on the beach.

It was a different matter once they entered the villa, he had accomplished what he had wanted. It was clear enough from the choppy waves and the strange animalistic sounds that almost sounded like whales or dolphins.

He snapped the human girl's neck and made a quick meal for himself, her blood wasn't the finest but it served nutrition.

Cleaning up he chose to watch the storm with a glass of wine, truly marvelling at how someone would throw a tantrum of this height without ever holding a conversation. He was tempted to let this game continue and not ruin their relationship with his dampening personality as his brothers put it, but his curiosity would soon get the best of him.

It seemed he had pulled his little stalker’s leg too far, the silence was endearing at first but it had been well over a couple of weeks by now and he was becoming restless.

Till he finally came up with a present he knew would appease the creature, it was a risk on his part but he had some faith in his strength. He spent the morning carefully cleaning the shells he was given a while ago, luckily he had the foresight to keep them cool and prepare a marinade. Once he knew the dish was perfect he played it up with a cloche the steam would do the rest for him whilst he got his stalker’s main present prepared. I mean for all his unique quirks he knew how to be a gentleman to a lady.

Arriving at the shore it didn’t take him long to put out the bait, himself rolling up his trousers, he knew he looked odd. A lanky man with a chive-stained shirt, a giant cloche in one hand and a rotting corpse in the other as he stumbles into the icy waters, attempting to not let the rocks dig into his feet. But some things were worth the effort, he waited a while placing the cloche on the rock and the girl’s body in the water, watching as it bobbed uncertainty in the water.

He knew he had waited long enough when he observed the shallow waters get darker; his time was up, teleporting right onto the shores as the clawed figure just reached him. And then he saw it - her.

/pretty. Pretty pretty pretty./

It was a mermaid? Of course, it was a mermaid.

It was a lithe thing with strong muscles, that dipped into a slim v of quicksilver and shades of lime, the glistening scales reached around her back, where a large dorsal fin was nestled - webbed and torn- a large contrast to her more human features. Her face resembles a human enough the palest shade of ivory blue with tingles of green and lilac, long fingers connected by dark green web and long sharp nails. Her face with its pouty lips and doe black eyes framed by a short cropped bob just touching her shoulders. Guessing from the expression she was attempting to make he'd say she was glowering. Guess that meant his time was up.

Teleporting back to his villa, his mind is overrun by the green mermaid.

Sleeping or frankly speaking any action that wasn’t being completely enticed by his little stalker had long fled him, she was just so, I suppose demons just had their allure. Spending all these centuries with humans, he had forgotten the natural charm demonic women had, with their thinly veiled fury in their large eyes, with coy smiles that hide large sinister fangs.

It didn't take long for his mermaid to return with her response, it was his glove placed upon a skull he didn't have to put too much thought into who it could be, decorated with iridescent shells. He knew his curiosity always got the best of him, but now that he had seen her, he knew the stirring in gut would only grow stronger. It was better to strike the iron whilst it was still hot.

He anticipated a range of courses his actions could lead him, but he had already made up his mind. Wading into the water. Its iciness rose past his thighs as he decided he had to be bold about this, sinking underneath and swimming towards the rocks. He waded slowly towards the tendrils of seaweed floating above the water, making his way through it till his back was turned to the cliff. If he was going to play on his enchantress’ turf he would at least be aware in what direction he would be attacked.

That is what he expected at least, till a cold grip tightened around his waist dragging him under, from behind too! Now that was unfair!

He couldn’t complain much even as he felt his arms grazing against the rough edges of the rocks, as she pushed against him. Their torsos glued together, this wasn’t what he was used to at all. It wasn't all a bad thing.

If he had to say truthfully it was far more exciting than he thought, being pinned by the weight of that impressive tail, curled around his legs holding him down. Sharp nails dug into his forearms, pinning them into his sides as she reached up, softly tucking herself into his neck, nuzzling him whilst she softly crooned at him.

The pain of digging into his back and the stinging in his arms numbed by the cool water only for her soft curls to brush against his cheeks, as well as the phantom touch of her warm lips in the cool sea, started a heady reaction within him. His blood roared in his ears, screaming at him to pull up his defences, as the water took over his senses, slowly losing consciousness. His last vision was her floundering movements as her frosty fingers tried to shake him awake.

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Opening his eyes, he hacked up enough water to completely drench himself again. Whilst drowning wasn't a major concern for vampires due to the lack of oxygen having close to no effect, it still wasn’t ideal to be submerged in water that long. Although there were more important things at hand, looking around for his little mermaid he saw her. Meekly sinking into the water on the edge of the salt cave, he approached her car to grow apprehensive.

They took a moment to study each other, the heat stirring in the gut once again with the way she lingered on his skin through his soaked translucent shirt.

“Reiji.”

She cocked her head at him, he pointed to himself and repeated, if she was going to go along with his sinister ideas he would rather she be aware of whose name to scream. She in turn pointed to herself crooning a sound that sounded like a garbled sound of ‘Lia’.

“Thalia?”

The grin that spread across her face was truly worth all this long-played game, it would entertain him for a while. Peeling his shirt off himself he watched how her eyes widened, tracing his pale skin before pausing on the triangle of moles right above his hip bones.

He was a scientist at heart, after all, he should be allowed to examine such a fine specimen. Dipping his arms into the water, startling her, before bringing her into his lap. his arms flexed as she gripped him in shock, still staying close to the water in case she went under any strange side effects. Dumping her into his lap, he adjusted himself under the weight to not expose his intentions quite yet.

He watched her reactions keenly, the way her mouth fell open in a half gasp and she stroked down her tail, or how her lashes fluttered as he dipped her into the ground, digging his fingers into the place below her chest and his other hand gripped her neck bringing her up to join their lips tightly.

It was salty and wet and forceful, she stumbled across the motions whilst he cruelly sought what he wanted, his motions purposeful, forcing his tongue into her mouth and circling her fangs. His hands wrapped around her face bringing her closer to him, or as humanely close as they could be. The chill had caused his nipples to harden and the soft flesh of her tits rubbing against them made it all the bit more sensitive, blood travelling south.

Pulling away he studied her dazed face, a grin spreading across his face at the sight as he made himself comfortable kneeling above her waist, staring at her splayed figure. Trailing his hands up and down her sides, she squirmed impatiently, he abandoned his hands in favour of leaving a trail of kisses up her navel to her neck, lightly grazing her skin with fangs, licking the salty skin, leaving his own marks.

As she dug her own crescent-shaped marks into his shoulders, arching herself into him, pouting for more when something caught her attention. She propelled herself into motion using the weight of her tail to hold down his legs as her arms crossed behind his neck, pulling him straight up against her as she tried to imitate what he had done, her chilling lips raising goosebumps as she scratched his torso on her journey. stopping right above his bulge blowing air into it making him rock hard.

He did quick work on his zip, pulling his boxers down to release himself, he could practically see her eyes glisten as started. The cold air did nothing to hide its size, gripping her hair to bring her closer to his dick. She got the gist pretty quickly from there running her tongue across her palm before gripping him tightly. Delivering quick kitty licks to his tip that made him throw his head back trying to hold back groans. She obsessively stared at him with her big eyes stroking him faster her little webbed things providing lubricant that made it so so nicer, he hadn't realised how long her tongue was till she blew out her cheeks, sucking and swirling her tongue around his length, the wet warmth making his eyes roll back. Maybe it had been too long.

She was toying with him, from the teasing glances under those long lashes. He growled his eyebrows furrowed, twisting his hand already nestled in her hair making her whine.

"Come now darling, don't play with me… you asked for it remember?" His gaze became dark as he shoved his in between her plump lips making her deep-throat him. They both moaned at once, as soon as he regained some control he began thrusting into her tight little throat, arching back whilst holding her down by the neck like a pup.

It wasn't long before he came all wound with, skin a sweaty sheen his dark hair matted against his forehead making him look younger and his glasses askew on his blushing face. She was a sight to see too, with her heavy pants still nuzzling his inner thighs as her lashes fluttered shut, lips red and spit slicked with the smallest amount of cum trailing out from what she hadn't managed to swallow. He would continue to see where this would lead, but for now, it was best they rest if they wanted to try out all the things he had envisioned.

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