#their punishment for being fucking awful is going hungry until they are too small to exist anymore

[arcaneyouth]

i know i put angels and demons into a lot of my work but i will be real with you this has absolutely nothing to do with the religious trauma. angels were never a religious thing to me they were just guys with wings. people try to point at my angels and demons like "look see you are putting religious trauma in there" and i'm flattered you think so but i don't think you know a thing about me and my trauma. i put demons into my stories because the word "monsters" is usually used for a separate thing and i need a word that tells you right away this is some kind of creature that is by nature a bastard whether they want to be or not. cause monster is not a strong enough word for me. so they're demons

#queued post #in the deathspeaker demons are entities that were once grim reapers but got fired from their jobs for sucking absolute ass #they were especially common 2000 years ago when death took over the underworld from lonan #but nowadays they are very uncommon #demons in the deathspeaker have an insatiable need for souls as sustenance. but souls are difficult to get #their punishment for being fucking awful is going hungry until they are too small to exist anymore #in iamos true demons don't really exist anymore. engel is the last one #but anybody can Become a demon through certain means #demons are animalistic secondary forms that humans and monsters can both receive. regardless of how monstrous the original form was #the demon form always manages a way to be More Monstrous #but in the end they are simply creatures. they are just like any animal. but this one used to be a person #some people with demon heritage from when true demons were still around were born with demon forms that they get to switch between at will #they get the perks of having a monstrous form but still get to be. yknow. conscious #there are very few of these demons around still. none of them have a human base form unfortunately #in whispers of pandora angels and demons work in the department of miracles and sometimes have to answer to the various gods in this univer #but outside that and the aesthetics they're kinda just. some guys #they're literally just office workers #i don't fuckin put religion into my angels and demons. they are creatures or office workers to me <3 #stop telling me my religious trauma is in my stories cause of these guys you don't know anything LIASUDHLAIUDSH

[mejomonster]

My gastroparesis driving me up a wall. And by that i mean ive been barely eating for over a week now and my symptoms still arent improving and im really not havin a great time im exhausted my bodys in pain trying to get me to Rest but i gotta work full time and my abdomen absolutely hurts but painkillers slow digestion even More so ive been laying down on heatpad as much as possible and i really dont wanna go back to an All Liquid diet (but even if i did im at the nausea and vomiting point of a gastroparesis flare which means even liquid only im likely to throw up either way) and like. I just wanna comfort eat bread cause i feel miserable exhausted in pain and it would be a small joy. But bread is absolutely not something i can eat during a flare. I can only eat it when doing good if i take benedryl. Im so angry and tired and id like to sleep for days. And i gotta still Make myself eat chips and protein shakes even tho i got nausea cause my gi meds dont work unless i eat Something. Even if i got nausea and tons of pain wooh

Anyway im getting flack from family for being so tired the last week and i love em and all but its awful feeling guilty for not calling Enough when its like goddamn eating (something humans gotta do at least once a day) hurts phenomenally and i barely can but i obviously desire to like any human then i eat and Ouch my body didnt fucking like that and punished me for it and im so mad. I feel awful and yeah im mad i dont got energy to hide how much pain im in and chat false enthusiastically for 20 minutes after already doing it all thru work. I had 1 teaspoon of peanut butter today and my remaining options are soup broth (but it had beans cooked in it and my body cant take fiber today so idk if its worth the risk of any accidental beans) and salad (which is of course raw vegetables fiber very hard on stomach rn so i can probably just eat a handful size portion and hopefully ill chew enough its mush and my body will tolerate it). And a protein shake (but its got fiber and is made of chickpeas i think for the protein so idk if my body is tolerating it or not im just drinking it so i dont have no calories). I had chips yesterday but i think my body considered it too solid or large to digest idk cause im eveb worse today. I also had toast yesterday cause i was so angry and hungry and wanted comfort food. So of course that messed me up. Which means i should take more benedryl. But then i wont just be hungry and pain tired, ill also be drug tired. And im so sick of being miserablr all day at work just to pass out the second its over cause allergy meds knocked me out then ive lost all day. But without allergy meds i can eat hardly anything i like. I mean i cant eat rn but like. Right before this fuckjng flare and hopefully once its over. Im just sick of it. Im tired and when i go to therapy next week shell probs ask oh what do you do to stress relief and its like... i get it but are u fucking kidding me. Im knocked unconcious from benedryl. And tired anyway cayse no food, and pain nonstop from gi tract. So im barely doing anything. I cant really get outta bed cause i need the 4 sq feet heatpad or ill be in agony over my abdomen. Dont have tv in room so i can use phone i guess. So tired i can barely keep eyes open or think so im not writing reading or watching shows on phone. I can idk listen to a reaction or lets play since if i fall asleep and wake up i dont need to follow a plot. But like im not in a state to be going for a fucking walk (i wish! I wanna dance and walk but my abdomen and back feel awful and im so tired im dizzy when i stand) or hang out w friend, which im sure idk shed prefer to hear some productive ass activity like god im just trying to keep myself employed and out of the ER until the flare rights itself. Please

And i know jts not that bad. Ive been worse. I couldnt eat solid food for 6 months once. I was in the ER weekly it was so bad i blocked most of it outta memory. This is only a couple weeks. And i havent thrown up much! I was throwing up 5 times daily back then. And i have had chips and peanut butter! I recognizr thats nice, i got some solid food and held it down! I know my gastroparesis is EONS LESS severe than it was when it started.

Its just like. It still sucks barely eating for weeks and any eating hurting immensely and nonstop nausea for days and pain not lowering. Like a normal healthy person might snap from anger if they try to go 20 hours without eating, or crash and need to eat to keep going, or just be run down as fuck and justifiable if they barely do anything that day. But i go days like that and im expected to just appear fine and live life normally like im not worn down af and just desperate to not feel nausea and pain and i just really wanna eat again. Normally.

#rant #my health issues

[hajimesh]

𝚑𝚌; 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐

+ pairing. iwaizumi h. - miya o. - miya a. - oikawa t.

+ request. could you do Miya twins and Oikawa hc with ☁️ kink? Please ✨ + ☁️ hcs for iwa and osamu please??

+ warnings. sexc, +18 themes. dry humping with and without clothes, daddy kink, alcohol, a bit of praise and size kink if u squint.  

-ˏˋ 𝕚𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕚

you two are cuddled up on his couch, having a movie marathon like usual

the gentle stroke of his fingers on the bare skin of your ribs sends tingles down your spine

but when he suddenly stops you tell him to continue, missing his touch already

noticing the soft sigh leaving your mouth once he starts again, he grows confident in giving you more than what you’re expecting

his fingers start traveling upwards until they reach the side of your breasts

he’s so close to one of the places where you want him that you can’t help but attach your lips to his, grinding your lower half on his lap as you push your chest against his

the rough material of his jeans contrasts against the soft one of your leggings. iwaizumi’s large hands massage your ass, pulling you closer as his tongue explores the insides of your mouth.

“hmph– hajime,” you mumble between kisses, moaning once you feel his bulge right between your folds, your clothing being the only barrier between you two.

one of his hands goes to the back of your head, holding you in place as he thrusts upwards, “can you feel how hard i am?”

you moan in response, the tent rubbing against your clit and stopping you from forming a coherent answer.

“be a good girl and rub your sweet cunt on me.”

his low voice has you clenching around nothing, wanting to feel him inside of you.

“please, haji. i need you,” you beg.

“patience, baby. only good girls get to be stuffed with a fat cock like mine, will you be good for me?” he brushes your hair away from your face, looking straight into your eyes.

“i’ll be good, daddy. i just– wanna have daddy’s cock so bad.”

iwaizumi kisses your forehead before thrusting up again, catching you off guard and making you moan loudly.

“there we go,” he coos, observing as you close your eyes in bliss, “if you keep this up, i promise i’ll reward you.”

by the end of the night you have no idea what the movie was about. only iwaizumi’s cock clouding your mind and filling your pussy.

-ˏˋ 𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦

he invited you to visit his parents back in his hometown

but since they’re fixing his room because of the leaks on the ceiling, you two are staying in atsumu’s old bedroom

you’re having dinner with his parents, reminiscing osamu’s days as a volleyball player over a bottle of wine

you can’t help but imagine him playing, remembering the muscles of his arms and back and picture them flexing as he spikes a ball across the court

the alcohol has you feeling bolder than usual, daring to touch him under the table as you hold a conversation with his parents as if nothing’s wrong

your hand rests on his thigh, massaging the firm muscles underneath it

it’s not until you excuse yourselves and go to bed that you get punished for your actions

“ya gotta be quiet, doll. wouldn’t want to wake up my parents, would ya?”

you squirm beneath him, biting down your lip as his cock teases your pussy, rubbing the leaking head between your folds while his fingers rub circles on your clit.

“‘samu, s’too much,” you pant, struggling to get the words out, “i-i’m gonna cum.”

he rests his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, “cummin’ already? i haven’t even stuffed my cock inside your cute little hole.”

his words have your pussy gushing, your mixed juices making faint squelching sounds as your moans echo in the room—atsumu’s room.

he suddenly changes his position, the head of his cock teasing your entrance and prodding in just a little bit before he’s back between your folds. he doesn’t miss the look on your face when you felt the tip threatening to split you open.

“aw, did my baby think she was gettin’ fucked after the little stunt she pulled earlier?”

if you had the opportunity to turn back time, you’d do it all over again. but you can’t deny that’s it’s pure torture to feel him teasing your fluttering hole when all you want is for him to fill you with both his cock and cum.

you keep grinding against each other, your wetness and his pre-cum trailing down your ass and dripping onto the bedsheets. you’re so lost in the moment that you miss the sound of the door opening, an indignant scoff escaping the intruder’s lips.

“what’re ya two doin’ in my bed?!”

-ˏˋ 𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕦

the adrenaline after a game always ends up getting him on a mischievous mood which is often followed by impatience

you’re celebrating the end of the season, but after a few drinks his hands start traveling around your body

he holds you close to him, rubbing circles on your sides as his bulge hides behind your ass

you can’t deny you’re getting turned on, but you’re in public so all you can do is press yourself harder against him

but it’s not enough for neither of you 

“fuck, ‘tsumu.”

the lewd sound of slick echo in the small bathroom of the bar, breathy moans and sighs leaving both yours and atsumu’s mouths as you lose yourselves in the pleasure.

“does it feel good, princess? do you like how my cock rubs against your soaking cunt, begging to be stuffed by it, yeah?” his hips buck up against yours, his dick getting coated with your juices as you whimper beneath him. 

the temptation to just shove himself inside your walls is driving him insane, but even if he’s as horny as you are, he refuses to give you what you want. at least not until you get home so he can fuck you like the cumslut he knows you are.

your moans get louder when the tip of his cock rubs against your swollen clit, making him shove two fingers inside your mouth, “ya gotta be quiet, princess. don’t want anyone else to hear those pretty moans but me. got it?”

you desperately nod, begging him with your eyes to keep going since your mouth is busy sucking his fingers. your folds wrap around the rest of his length, the slick helping it slide against your pussy.

and once you both come from the friction alone, he quickly excuses you from the rest of his teammates and friends; wanting, needing, your cunt to milk him to the last drop. 

-ˏˋ 𝕠𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕨𝕒

just like iwa, it was not your plan for things to get so heated

you’re cuddling in bed, your face hiding in his neck as you murmur a soft “good night, tooru” before you close your eyes and try to drift off to sleep

he kisses your forehead, making you lift your head so you can look at him and he uses it as his chance to kiss you

his lips capture yours in a soft kiss, a pleased sigh leaving your mouth 

your hands immediately go to his shoulders as if trying to get a grasp on something

but what starts as an innocent good night kiss, ends up in you rubbing your drenched pussy against the bulge inside his sweatpants

“that’s it, baby. rub yourself against me,” he whispers in your ear, his hands resting on your hips.

you’re straddling him, grinding the damp spot in your panties against his erection. whines escape your parted lips as you get lost in the delicious feeling.

“tooru… m-more.”

he watches with lust-filled eyes how you use him to pleasure yourself, chasing after your high. he decides to put you out of your misery and help you by squeezing your breasts with his hands, tweaking your nipples until they get hard.

you have a t-shirt on —his t-shirt— but the reaction is the same: erotic moans coming from your mouth that go straight to his cock. the way your head falls back, exposing your neck, and your mouth opening in a silent scream are too much for him; knowing you’re ready to be fucked until your forget your own name.

“you look so fucking gorgeous, princess. rubbing your pretty little pussy against my cock,” he says as his hungry gaze remains on you, drinking in the alluring sight, “so needy, huh? my pretty girl.”

and after making you reach your first orgasm, oikawa can’t stop himself from pulling your panties aside and sinking into your drenched cunt; fucking you until both of you become a tangled, sticky mess—sleep long forgotten.

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu imagines #finished it at 7am so im queueing this since im prob asleep lol #queued.♡

[courtoffanfics]

Bambina

I had this dream few nights ago and its been stuck in my head so enjoy :)

parings: Mafia!damiano x reader

warnings: smut, protectiveness?, slight dub con non con, hair pulling, dirty talking, language, pet names, claiming, possessiveness, fingering, hand job, probably some mistakes and bad plot lol.

word count: 2,449

It was family night and today they decided to go to a dingy restaurant off the side of the city. Family night had always seemed to go wrong in one form or the other, it got so bad that they would make bets on who would ruin the night first. The night was going good though which is a rare event, the food was nice and everyone was on their best behaviour until she saw him. He was sitting across from their table directly in front of her, looking right into her soul. He was beautiful she had to admit he had long hair a slight stubble along his jaw and upper lip and the most piercing eyes. she knew who he was everyone knew who he was, she's heard many things about him and his gang from the gossip in town. People fear him they bow down to him and never question him or his morals, anyone who does end up dead within 24 hours. He was sitting with one of his friends and when he turned his head to lean in and whisper something in his ear, turning back to make eye contact with her. She could feel the anger boil inside of her, they were talking about her and now they were laughing, you could say it was or anger issues or her pride or you could say she just had a hate for the arrogant mafia boss. She would not let him just laugh at her and not do anything about it, it just wasn't the kind of person she was. He had a big grin on his face, he found interest in her and he knew he just pissed her off, and she was gonna slap the smirk straight off his face. Standing up from her spot she marched up to his table, she finally stopped in front of him and he was even hotter up close, just leaning back leg spread in such an inviting way. but she wouldn't let that cloud her judgment. " I would love it if you could stop staring at me and keep if you could keep your snarky comments to yourself," she said standing her guard, not showing any weakness. " I can do whatever I want Topolino" she couldn't believe that he just did that, she felt it all boiling over, and maybe she was being too rash and over-reacting. But there were two things she couldn't stand, people, making fun of her and condescending pet names.`" Listen here dick face, I don't care who you are but you will not talk to me that way, just because your ego is bigger than you dick doesn't mean you got to take it out on the rest of us." she slyly said, if he was going to play this game with her she was going to play it back. "Do you want to repeat that?" he growled with a deadly tone. She knew she should've backed away and stopped what she was doing, but she wouldn't become another person who bowed down. " I said it's okay to have a small penis, it's fine we get it. No need to cry about it." She's the first one who's stood her ground, the first one to talk to him in such a manner. Slowly he stood up and walked around the table to where she stood, grabbing her jaw in a hard grasp he pulls her towards him. It was a dangerous scene and everyone knew enough to leave the restaurant promptly leaving just the two of them in the low light building. "You've got quite the attitude Bambina, I would drop it before you get into some serious trouble." He darkly said, one hand still holding her jaw in a tight grip, the other toying with her plump bottom lip. She was so beautiful and had a fire within her that entranced him so much. Even if she had an attitude, he would fuck it out of her and make her kneel for him. This is where she should've stopped it, his grip was hard on her and she knew he could hurt her, and although she was scared of that thought, her body betrayed her. she could feel the dampness in the space between her thighs and she just couldn't help herself but to continue to test him. "Make me" was two words that completely set him off, using the hand that was already on her mouth he pushes his large thumb into her mouth slipping his other hand down to her throat, where he squeezed just a little to keep her in place. she scolded herself for how easily she let him slip his thumb into her mouth and how this was all affecting her, she was impossibly wet and didn't know why. He wasn't doing

anything, maybe she just craved authority and didn't know it, but he did. He pulled her ear towards his mouth, making her gasp at the action. " If that's what you wish Bambina, but don't say I didn't warn you. I will fuck that little attitude out of you and pull orgasm after orgasm out of you until your nothing but a mindless cock slut for me. You will not be able to walk, speak or even think all that will be on your mind is my cock and that's all you'll feel even when I'm not there, It's not a threat Tesoro but a promise" His tone was dark and dangerous leaving her breathless and drenched in slick at just his words. He pulled back still holding on to her, her doe eyes were looking up at him pupils dilatated and mouth salivating around his thick finger thinking of all the things he promised. she looked so good like this, Damiano could feel his erection grow just looking at the way she was looking at him with her innocent eyes and flushed cheeks, the sinful act of him having his thumb in her mouth thinking of her looking up at him on her knees with his cock in her mouth. " you're being so obedient" he says with a smirk making her knees want to give out. Pulling his thumb out of her mouth she almost whines at the noise but holds it in to keep a little bit of her dignity, she wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Damiano snakes the hand around into her hair yanking her head back so he can lean into her neck, she was wrapped around his finger and she didn't know it yet. " You smell ravishing Bambina, I can't wait to have a taste of you," he says running his nose along the column of her neck, swallowing deeply and taking a deep breath to calm her self she gives one last fight, "Go fuck yourself Damiano" she breathlessly says affected by the little things he's doing. A dark chuckle erupts from his chest looking at her like she's his next meal. Using her hair as leverage he pushes he down to her knees, he was so pleased with how easily she allowed him to mould her body and how quickly she got on her knees for him. It made him so hard seeing her like this. " Be a good girl Cucciolo" she could have melted right there at his words. If there are two things she's learned about Damiano tonight, is that he's very good with his words and that he's not small, she had the perfect view of his raging boner from where she is. It makes her mouth water, it's like he's unlocking something within her that gives her the urge to be a good girl for him and stop fighting him. "I want you to be begging me for it, begging me to fuck you, begging me to let you cum all over my cock all over my fingers and tongue. And let it be known you will beg. I will just claim you though because you are mine, your pussy is mine everything about you is mine and no one else will touch you. I don't like to share what's mine Bambina." it was a low whisper that sent chills down to her pussy, at this point the slick was running down her thighs, she regretted not wearing underwear under her sundress. She was sure if this continued there would be a puddle left on the floor beneath her. It was embarrassing how wet she was for him and she didn't want him to know, it would give him the satisfaction of knowing the things he did to her body. there was no doubt that he could already see her hard nipples begging for attention through the thin fabric. With his hand still in her hair he pulls her head towards his hard cock, she didn't even know she did it but she subconsciously opened her mouth. She didn't know why he still had all his clothes so she quickly closed her mouth hoping that he didn't see it. But he did and it made him throb seeing her all cock hungry. "Now what was it you said about my dick? want to take it back now sweetheart?" he brought her closer so that her nose is grazing his dick before throwing her back, she catches herself and looks up at him with wide eyes. Damiano undo's his pants holding eye contact with her, " lay down and spread your legs for me" it wasn't a question but a demand. She didn't want to move it would mean he would see that she's not wearing

any panties and that he would see the slick covering her thighs, and when he saw she wasn't going to listen he didn't bother to tell her again. In a blink, he was on top of her nestled in between her legs with a hand squeezed on her neck. Her dress was now not protecting her from his eyes anymore, instead, the hem laid ruffled up on her belly exposing her wet heat to his hungry eyes. He looked down seeing the mess he created between her tights, she was glistening which means he was right about her and the things she liked. " Aw, puppy is this why you didn't want to move? because you didn't want me to see how wet I made you? Your lucky I'm not going to punish you for hiding what's mine or for the attitude you were giving me earlier. Fuck your dripping Bambina, and your not wearing panties" He was making fun of her and her situation. He reached out to touch her and she couldn't help but mewl at the feeling of his fingers slipping through her folds. She wanted him to finger her until she was crying but would never admit it out loud. After gathering some of her slick he pushes his fingers inside her so deep he could feel her sweet spot that would make her see stars, she tried so hard not to make any noise but the feeling of his thick fingers so deep inside her felt so good and she could only imagine what his cock would feel like inside of her. "I'm going to make you cum now and I will paint this sweet pussy with my cum so everyone knows whom you belong to, do you understand me?" He never broke eye contact with his fingers still inside her waiting for her response. Getting frustrated with her bratty attitude he moves his fingers up to hit her sweet spot making her gasp and arch her back, he stays there knowing that she will get extremely needy and uncomfortable. " I asked you a question puppy" he growls leaning down to her neck to leave his marks on her, she frantically nods her head whispering out a soft yes. He finally moves his fingers pushing in and out of her at a fast pace always brushing that special spot, she covered her mouth muffling her moans. He quickly grabs her hands holding them above her head never stopping his tortures pleasure on her pussy, " Be a good girl and moan for me don't hide anything from me, look at me pet" she looks at him wide eyes moans spilling from her lips as the pleasure takes over her body. "keep your hands there" he moves his hand down to her neck where he squeezes hard enough that she can just breathe. She clenched so hard on his fingers whining at the feeling, she could feel her orgasm building at a fast pace and he could see it on her face and the way her walls hugged him. "you're being such a good girl, your my good girl aren't you Bambina? Don't cum until I tell you" she nodded her head frantically as she watches him take out his hard cock, she couldn't help but reach down and wrap her hand around his thick length slowly pumping all the while never breaking eye contact. He could've come just there, she was doing such ungodly things to him and he loved every second of it because it meant that slowly but surely she would become his perfect submissive pet. Using his thumb he rubbed her bud in time with his fingers pushing her further to the edge, she speeds up her movements trying to keep up with him. It all felt so good and his torture continued she wanted to cum so bad for him, she was trying so hard to keep it in but it was becoming impossible with the pace he was setting inside her and now on her clit. "please, please, please". This is exactly where he wanted her, " please what? what do you want puppy?" he knew what she wanted but he wanted her to beg for it. "please let me cum daddy please, ill be a good girl I promise" she didn't even realize what she said but didn't care at the moment, satisfied with her answer he speeds up his movements leaning down to her ear whispering for her to cum. And that's exactly what she did, she came so hard she felt as though she might pass out from the intense pleasure, a few seconds after he came with a groan coating her pussy with his cum just as

he promised her. He pulls his fingers from her used hole bringing them up to his lips, tasting her for the first time. In her dazed state, she watches him clean his fingers groaning at how good she tastes. "you're mine now Bambina".

#damiano maneskin #damiano david #damiano x reader #damiano smut #damiano imagine #imagine #maneskin #smut

[yee-fxcking-haw]

Hey, I saw you asking for request in the Yandere Dabi tag? So, how about Hawks gifting Dabi y/n for Christmas? There is perfect image for that too. I will add the blog where it is in the post.

Y'all have the most brilliant brains I swear.

•Regifting•

Warnings: Yandere Hawks, hinting of kidnapping, grooming themes, mild dubcon, major sexual tension, Daddy Keigo, Sub Dabi, Sub reader.

Pairing: Hawks x Reader x Dabi (brief Dabi x Hawks)

A/N: LMAO my brain took OFF with this shit. There's gonna be a part two. Lemme know if you want tagged.

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"Oh angel, you look perfect." Keigo coos down at you as you kneel between his legs. His lean body is clad in all black, well tailored slacks and a handsome button up.

He's reclined on the couch, knees spread apart as he watches you present yourself in the outfit he laid out for you.

It's very simple, very sweet. All skimpy and silky, hugging your curves and perking your tits.

"He's going to love you." His eyes light up as he shifts upright, wings spreading wide behind him.

His words make you squirm, desperate to please, to impress.

Keigo had spent so much time taming you, working his ass off to get you so compliant. You were a rotten little thing we he first brought you home. Always fighting, always running away, always crying.

It took time, patience, and so much punishment, but he finally broke you. It was a beautiful process too, watching you crumble, watching you buckle and submit.

Now you're perfect, so sweet and willing and obedient. A wonderful gift, a sufficient offering.

Your shaking hands hold out some ribbons and a bow, a curious look on your face as you blink up at him.

"I didn't know what to do with these, I'm sorry..." Your voice is quiet, timid, weary of offending Keigo. He could be so _mean _ when you disappoint him.

"I'll help you, don't worry sweetheart." His voice is soft as he takes the material from your hands, it makes your shoulder relax, thankful for his unending patience with you.

Slowly, he winds the soft fabric around your body, tying it around your waist in a large bow. He leans back and admires you for a moment, rubbing his hand over his jaw as he contemplates his work.

"D-do I look ok?" You ask with a timid voice.

He sighs before using his knuckles to tilt your chin upwards.

"I told you, you look perfect, pay attention." His voice is firm, but not enough to set you on edge.

You fold your hands in your lap and nod quickly.

"I'm sorry, Sir." You mutter as your eyes flicker down.

He relaxes into the couch again, and you see him pat his thigh out of your peripheral vision. You quickly hop to your feet so you can crawl into his lap. You let him sling your legs over his strong thighs so he can cradle you against him, one arm looped around your waist while the other brushes some hair from your face.

"Listen to me, little bird." Now his voice is the tone that sets you on edge.

You perk up and look him in the eyes, waiting attentively for his next words.

"I have a very special friend coming over, I'm going to share you with him, as a Christmas present, ok?" He raises his fluffy blonde eyebrows, waiting for your reaction.

"Daddy... What does that mean?" Your hands wander up to the collar of his shirt.

"It means he's going to play with you the way I do, and you're going to be a good girl for him like you are for me." His words cast a spell on you, filling you to the brim with curiosity.

"Will I call him Daddy too?" You wonder, a little displeased with the idea of calling anyone but Keigo by that name.

"No, you'll call him 'Sir', I'm your Daddy, nobody else. Do you understand?" He reaches down to squeeze your thigh, a warning.

"Yes Daddy, I was just making sure, I'm sorry."

How could he be mad when you apologise so sweetly, so honestly?

He hums at you, proud of the sweet little darling you've become, all because of his hard work. He brings his hand up to his face, tapping his cheek with his pointer and middle finger.

You lean up and press a small kiss on the spot, batting your lashes at him when he smiles at your well trained response.

"He's going to be mean to you. Much meaner than me, but it's going to be ok. I'll be here after."

Ice settles in your gut, you want to ask him what will happen, you want to ask if it will hurt. Then there's a knock at the door and Keigo stiffens under you.

He grabs your jaw, eyes burning into you.

"Wait on your knees by the tree." His voice is so low, so serious.

You scramble off of his lap and scamper over to the Christmas tree, settling to your knees with your hands on top of your thighs. Just like he likes.

You want to tug at your clothes, fuss with your hair and adjust your legs, but you know better. He told you to wait, which means be still.

Keigo walks over to the door, casting one quick glance back at you to make sure you're situated as he directed. When he sees that you're in order, he nods once before opening the door.

The man standing on the other side is nothing short of terrifying. He's a mess of scars, staples, and wild black hair. Vibrant, blue eyes lock on your form immediately as Keigo welcomes him in.

He's got a few inches on Keigo height wise, but he's much thinner. He strides into your home lazily and silently, hands in the pockets of his billowy coat. You remember quickly how rude it is to stare, and direct your gaze to your lap as he draws closer.

"Well, you sure as hell weren't lyin' about her being pretty." His voice is like fine gravel, rolling out of his mouth in a low, menacing tone.

You watch their feet as they walk towards you until they stand on either side of you. His boots are thick and dirty, made of abused leather. They're a harsh contrast next to Keigo's shiney, clean dress shoes.

"Eyes up here." Keigo's voice washes over you, you obey immediately, looking up at him.

"Oh she listens." The friend sighs, shifting on his feet a little.

Keigo crosses his arms before speaking, you don't break eye contact with him for even a second, waiting for permission.

"Hey there, doll, name's Dabi." He sounds nice, playful even.

"Say hello to our guest, dove." With Keigo's consent, you turn to Dabi and offer him a sweet smile.

You whisper a soft "hi" to Dabi, captured in his turquoise eyes.

"So fucking sweet." He says, mostly to himself.

"Have a seat." Keigo says, almost shortly. You know he's not talking to you.

Dabi chuckles before waltzing over to the seat himself on the couch.

"So serious tonight, Birdie." He sighs as he reclines, his hungry eyes stay locked on your kneeling form.

Keigo walks around to the back of the couch, bracing his arms on the edge directly behind Dabi. Your chest clenches under the pressure of both of their greedy eyes, thumbs worrying at each other in your lap.

Dabi pats his lap just like Keigo did a few moments ago, a sick smile spreads across his marred face. You immediately look to Keigo, who nods shortly towards Dabi's lap.

"Come sit." He commands.

"Yes Daddy." You lift yourself to your feet and pad over to the stranger, timidly settling down onto his lap. He feels so _different, _so harsh and rough, nothing like the soft warmth of Keigo. He thumbs at the bow around your waist, snickering to himself when you jump as his hand skims over your skin.

"'Yes Daddy?' Do I get one of those?" Dabi asks as you situate yourself. He smells like smoke and alcohol, and something you can't quite identify, it's something strong and sharp, stinging your nostrils.

You shake your head when you hear Keigo breathe in sharply.

"Daddy said I can call you 'Sir'." You say quietly.

Your eyes wander over his scared hands, fixating on the staples that appear to hold the warped, purple flesh to the pale, healthy skin.

"Oh Keigo, you've out done yourself." Dabi's hand runs up the inside of your thigh, stopping when he feels you squeeze them together.

"Don't be nervous, doll, I'm gonna make you feel real good." His voice makes your insides ache, and not in the good way that Keigo's does.

You blink up at him, noticing how closely he's holding his wings to his body, how tense his shoulders are, how narrow his pupils have become.

"What's wrong, Angel?" Keigo asks reaching around his guest to grab your jaw.

"He's sc-scaring me a little." You squeak out.

This makes Dabi laugh low and dangerous, Keigo let's go of your jaw in favor of grabbing his friend by the hair on top of his head. He cranks Dabi's head back, earning a choked sound from the him. The hand on your thigh squeezes you firmly as he sneers up at Keigo.

"He's nothing to be scared of, sweet thing, he has to listen to me as much as you do. Ain't that right?" He leans down to Dabi, a challenging look flashing in his amber eyes.

"Of course, Birdie." Dabi relents with a venomous tone.

"Your Daddy would kill me if I hurt you, you've got nothin' to be scared of." Dabi flashes you a cheshire smile one Keigo releases his hair. It puts you at ease, watching Keigo exercise so much control over his intimidating friend.

"I'm sure he warned you that I can be a little mean, you'll like it though, I promise."

Before Dabi can speak again, Keigo's hand is around his throat, the action making you and Dabi freeze immediately.

"No marks on her, Dabi." His words are final, dripping with authority and power.

"Aw, come on, just one bite?" Dabi teases, licking his teeth like an animal.

Your blood freezes when you watch Keigo's grip tighten around Dabi's throat, astounded at his bravery. Dabi's smile fades, suddenly crumbling under Keigo's harsh gaze.

"You haven't even thanked me for your present, and you're already mouthing off. Sounds like somebody doesn't want to get their dick wet." Keigo says, biting off his words as he leans closer to Dabi's face.

"Thank you, Daddy, I'm sorry." Dabi chokes out.

You're utterly shocked, nearly trembling as you watch Keigo work his magic, subduing even this monster of a man.

"Good boy." Keigo leans down and presses his lips to Dabi's, making your jaw drop.

It should make you jealous, it should make you insecure. But they're both so greedy with each other, so wreckless. It makes your skin run hot and your core ache. Your hips wiggle against Dabi's leg involuntarily, capturing his attention immediately.

He breaks from the kiss so he can look at you, florescent eyes raking down your body.

"This desperate little thing wants to have some fun, should we play with her some?" Dabi asks, looking up at Keigo expectantly.

Keigo looks at you with ravenous eyes, body poised as his wings flutter slightly.

"As long as you both listen, you can have all the fun you want." Keigo says calmly, standing up before rolling his shoulders back as he walks around the couch to stand before the both of you.

"Will you be good for me?" He asks.

"Yes Daddy." You and Dabi say it in unison, bodies tensing. You feel something twitch under your thighs, causing a heated blush to spread across your cheeks.

Keigo smiles, wide and brilliant. He cracks his knuckles slowly before reaching up to begin the process of unbuttoning his shirt.

"I love it when you're good for me." He says it to both of you, emitting all the confidence in the world as he strolls closer to your feverish bodies.

You're in for it and you know it, but you're buzzing with anticipation. Ready and willing to be the perfect little gift for your new friend.

#yandere hawks #yandere dabi #hawks smut #dabi smut #mha smut #yandere #my hero smut #my hero academia smut #yandere smut

[dreamypeaches]

rating things my bf has said during secks | rafe cameron x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your boyfriend, rafe cameron, has said to you in bed

warnings: SMUT, cursing, seriously this is disgusting. im going to hell

word count: 1.6k

a/n: oh boy folks. this one is literally...so filthy i can’t even breath right now. please enjoy. 

pope jj kie sarah topper kelce

“Don’t hold back, baby.”

10/10

-I didn’t

-he loves to hear me scream

Face buried in a pillow, wrists pulled behind your back and trapped in Rafe’s tight grip, he plowed into you from behind. You’d missed Rafe’s touch so much, having been gone for a week on vacation with his family. The texts and videos you had exchanged were down right sinful, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. You missed the way he bruised your hips, the way he held you down and pounded into you until you saw God. He missed your tight little pussy, the look on your face when he made you cum on his dick, your sweet little moans and the way you screamed his name.

But the lewd noises were currently being muffled by the pillow your face was shoved in, and Rafe couldn’t have that. He twisted your hair in his grip, pulling on it and lifting your head up off the pillow.

“There we go. Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear you,” He growls, yanking a little harder on your locks and thrusting deeper into you. You obeyed, letting your curses and moans out into the air, adding to the sinful atmosphere of the room.

“i’m gonna f*ck you until you beg me to stop”

500/10

-true to his word

-couldn’t walk for a week

To say Rafe was pissed was an understatement. But the fury that burned within his eyes didn’t scare you. In fact, you felt your cunt start dripping in response. His hand gripped your throat, knuckles bruised and bloodied from the events earlier in the night. He slams you back into the wall and making you moan.

“You think you’re funny? Talking to that fucking Pogue in front of me? Did you see the way he was looking at you? Well, he already got his, now it’s time for your punishment.” He hikes your dress up and practically rips your panties off. You scream as he plunges his fingers into you, starting out at a brutal pace, fingers curling to hit your g-spot.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop,” He growls.

“i want everyone to know how hard you were f*cked’

12000000/10

-pulled me in close and bit my neck hard

-hot af

“Look at you, being such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well,” Rafe moans as he slows the speed of his thrusts, staring down at where your bodies met and the juices of two orgasms leaked out of you.

“Does anyone else know what a little slut you are? How good you are taking cock?”

You moan as he juts into you particularly hard and he reaches down to to squeeze your throat.

“I asked you a question, baby.”

“No, Rafe. No one knows what a good little slut I am for you.” The grin that appears on his face is devilish, his movements stopping completely, making you whimper. He leaned down until his mouth is by your ear, breath fanning across your neck making you shiver.

“I want everyone to know how hard you were fucked,” He purrs, strangely tender despite the darkness of his words. The he suddenly bites down on your neck, making you shout before his hips start snapping into yours. He continues to make large, dark marks across your body as he fucks you into the mattress.

“you c*m when i say you can”

2589/10

-don’t tell me what to do

-jk yes daddy

Rafe had been edging you all night. It started at dinner, a special birthday dinner for him with all his close friends. Under the table, his fingers had rubbed your sensitive nub until you were right on the edge, then pulling away as dessert was served, knowing full well that you were his real dessert for the night.

The second the two of you got home, he commanded you to meet him in your bedroom, naked and waiting. You did exactly as he said, it was his birthday after all, and you were the best present he could get. When he arrived in the bedroom, he was removed only his tie, wrapping it around your wrists and binding them tight. The next couple hours was spent with a vibrator on your clit, your legs shaking as you constantly came close to the edge but never tipped over.

Every now and then, Rafe’s mouth and fingers would join in the fun. Licking up your juices or teasing your nipples. Sometimes he would pull your panties on, leaving the small vibrator pressed up against you while he sat back and watched you squirm. You were crying by this point, all this pleasure with no release driving you crazy.

“Please, Rafe! I can’t take it anymore, I need to cum!” You whimper. The vibe is suddenly removed from you, replaced with a hard slap to your pussy that makes you scream.

“What’s my name?” He growls.

“Daddy! Please!” He smirks down at you, eyes filled with an animalistic hunger.

“You cum when I say you can.”

“you look amazing rn”

100000/10

-awe shucks

-was said in a very tender way

-wholesome

“Fuck, Rafe, I’m gonna cum!” You moan as Rafe slams into you, fingers playing your clit like a beautiful instrument.

“I’m close too baby…fuck…cum with me,” He groans, his movements sloppy as his words start to become true. You reach up, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him down to meet your lips. The kiss is loving and passionate and hungry and pure all at once. You moan against each other as you both meet your releases. He stills inside you, pulling out all too soon for your liking and scooting down the bed to stare at your leaking center. Seeing his seed dripping from you did something to his head, making his dick harden again slightly and his love for you grow. His fingers reach out, scooping up his cum and shoving it back into you lightly, making you whimper quietly.

He sits back up, leaning over you and placing sweet kisses around your face before landing on your lips. He pulls back, staring at your face covered in after sex bliss. He loves you like this, absolutely fucked out.

“You look amazing right now,” He smiles softly as you blush, covering your face with your hands. He shakes his head and pulls them away cuddling up to you and placing several more kisses to your neck as he holds you tight.

“you’ll pay for that later”

sdhfdskkhdj/10

-i deserved it

-my a$$ was red

You’d been to enough Kook parties with Rafe to last you a life time. You were bored, left in the corner to pout while Rafe paid attention to anything but you. You were honestly tired of it, and you were going to do something about it. Finding Rafe talking to Topper by the pool, you walk up to him with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, baby,” You coo before turning to face Topper, pressing your back up against Rafe, making sure your ass was situated right on his crotch. You spend the next few minutes in deep discussion with Topper, not even looking or speaking to Rafe. Every now and then, you would move to adjust your dress, rubbing your butt against his quickly hardening cock.

“Aw, I’m out,” You say, referring to your drink, starting to walk away.

“I’ll come with you,” Rafe says, taking your arm and practically dragging you away. He leans down and growls in your ear, “You’ll pay for that later.” The words made you ruin your underwear.

Instead of bringing you to the kitchen for drinks, he leads you out to his truck, shoving you into the passenger seat. When you arrived home, he brought you to the bedroom and bent you over his knee, hiking your skirt up and shoving your panties down. His hand met your ass, over, and over again, until you were soaked all over his lap. He lifted you up moving you onto the bed, placing you down gently in contrast to the harsh slaps he had just given you.

“Such a little fucking tease,” He whispers before unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock out, preparing to absolutely destroy your cunt.

“who’s pu$$y is this?”

infinity/10

-i knew exactly who’s

-(spoiler) it’s his

You always knew your wedding night with Rafe would be one to remember. Your bedroom life was already incredible, you just knew he would pull out all the stops for your special day. And you were right. It had started long before the bedroom, sneaking off during the reception for him to bury himself under your beautiful white dress and devour you, or you kneeling in front of him, sucking him until his covered your lips in white, suited perfectly for a bride like you.

When he got you all to himself after the party, you knew you were in for it. The sex was rough and passionate, using positions where he could always look you right int he eye as he made you scream his name. You were all his and his alone, and you would be for the rest of your lives.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growls as he fucks into you, rubbing you clit and squishing your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. Already three orgasms deep, you found it difficult to focus. But the look of pure passion and love glowing in his eyes fanned the flame inside of you.

“It’s yours, Rafe, all yours. Forever and always.” You breathe. He grins at you, meeting your lips in a fiery kiss as he fucks you with all the love in his body.

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[thenextchapter22]

Mail Order... Kitten Girl

Part 8: Aw Rats

Description: Satan accidentally orders a special type of ‘cat’ online after having a few too many drinks…

Tags: Pet Play, Cat Hybrids, Fluff, Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Tail Fucking

Pairing(s): Reader/Everyone (but Luke)

Link to my AO3: Click Here

In this chapter: Kitten and Barbatos spend time together!

Part One  Part Two  Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Authors Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARBATOS!! This one is for you :))

+++++ MINORS DNI +++++

It was an early morning on a weekday. You woke up slowly, snuggling into the demon body beside you in bed. Sleeping in Belphie’s room was always your top favorite spots to get a great nights sleep. Surrounded in his bed with all his blankets and pillows he stacked up plus his warm arms around you, that was the best.

You were shaken out of the slumber by Beel shaking his twin’s arm, saying, “Belphie, Kitten, get up and eat.”

Belphie groaned, squeezing your body to him, nuzzling the back of your neck with his heated breath caressing you. “Mmmm... ‘s early, Beel. Later...”  

The temptation to stay was strong, but your stomach gurgled and you decided to get up.  

Wiggling in Belphie’s strong hold until you faced him instead of the wall, he opened one eye just enough to stare at you questionably. “Cuddle me later?” you said through a yawn.  

Your youngest demon Master sighed, but gave you one final squeeze around your waist, lingering just above your bottom with his fingers, and kissed you gently. “Fine... Go on,” he said, and opened his arms to free you.  

Beel helped you climb over him. As soon as you were out of the bed, Belphie went right back to sleep.  

With a smiling sigh, Beel shook his head. “C’mon, Kitten. I’ve made one of your favorites for breakfast so let’s get you dressed.”  

You picked at the thin silk short set you had worn to bed. Sleeping with any of them, you liked to wear little to almost nothing. Firstly, because a lot of them ran hot, and secondly so that you could feel their bodies closer to you. That extra touch made your body feel good.

You sat on Beel’s bed, waiting for him to pick out an outfit for you. Almost all of your Master’s liked to dress you. And because you usually stayed in one of their rooms, sometimes a different demon each night so it was fair—they liked to fight a lot about that—they had clothes ready for the next day.

The redheaded demon chose a soft pair of leggings and a short-sleeved scoop neck shirt, also soft,  probably fleece . You smiled at the plain underwear he helped you slip on.  Asmo , Lucifer, and Satan all liked to give you lace undies and bras, but the others preferred comfort for you. Either way you  didn’t  mind, they were your owners after all and you liked them dressing you up. The fun of it was seeing the  different styles.  

After you were clothed, Beel took your hand and smiled. “Let’s go eat.”

You smiled right back and nodded, “Mmhm! ‘m hungry, Master.”

“Me too. I haven't eaten in minutes.”

Giggling, the both of you left Belphie to the room and went to eat.

Breakfast for you was perfect. Waffles soaked in syrup, piled high with berries and whipped cream. Sausages and eggs, too.  The table was full, aside from Belphie. Your Masters all ate their weird demon foods. The day was looking to be a great one!

Once your belly was full, that was when your morning turned from sweet to just plain sour.

The worst news was given to you, and in anger you lashed out.

Which was why now, you sat dejectedly on the couch, arms crossed and tail swishing across your lap, the tip fuzzed out. You poked at your collar that was almost forced on you, a black leather collar that wasn’t uncomfortable but not your favorite, thick and ugly. A long leash was attached to it, and on the other end was Lucifer holding it. Usually you liked the leash, but not when it was a punishment.

Everyone was in the common room now, even Belphie who had gotten up after hearing the news. They either stood around you or sat on the furniture, but they all were looking at you with small smiles or smirks.

You were  not  amused. If you were an actual cat, your fur would be stuck up like the tip of your tail was.

The bad news that caused this problem... your Masters were leaving for the whole day to a RAD Student Council member only meeting that Lord Diavolo was holding.  

You hated being alone. But because Barbatos was staying behind to make a feast for when they came back, he had volunteered to watch you.  

When Lucifer went on and explained he was going to take you to Lord Diavolo’s castle for the hand  off of  yourself to the demon butler, you obviously did not want to go or for them to go and as such you had clawed at him, and thus the leash.  

You didn’t draw blood, Lucifer was too fast for that, but the reaction was enough to be punished.

Huffing in your seat, you refused to not look angry. They were leaving you... again!

Lucifer sighed, and patted the top of your head a few times. “Bad kitty’s get punished, my dear,” he said matter of fact.

Your nose twitched. “I know...”

“You promise to behave for Barbatos?” Satan asked.

You nodded. “Yes, Master...”

“Don’t look so upset, it will only be for a few hours...”

“Why can’t I just be at home alone?” you asked, glancing at them all with wide eyes.

Asmo cooed. “Last time Simeon took too long, kitty cat, and you were upset with us. We’re just looking after you.”

You pouted.

Beel smiled. “Barbatos is excited to see you. And he said he wants you to taste test some of his bakes today. I’m jealous.” He drooled.

Your ears perked up. “R-really?” You licked your lips. Barbatos was the best baker you knew. His cakes and pies and basically everything he made was yummy.

“Kitten looks happy now!” Mammon said with a grin.

Satan agreed, “She looks like the cat who got the cream.”

Asmo giggled. “She probably will, too, and I mean to say Barbatos’~”

The others groaned or chuckled. You didn’t know what that meant, but you did love cream.

“We’re having a big feast later at Lord Diavolo’s castle, so be sure not to eat too much,” Lucifer said, and then announced it was time to go.

You stood as Lucifer started for the front door, the leash taught. Your Masters all said their respective goodbyes and ‘I love you’s’ and it made you very happy inside. You would miss them so much.  

Maybe it was better to not be alone, so you wouldn’t be so sad and think about them until they came home.

Turning on your heel before the front door, you smiled. “I love you, too, my Masters.” And you meant that, truly.

They all cooed, or grinned, and you waved goodbye.  

It was only for the day, right?

_+_

The walk to Lord Diavolo’s wasn't too long. Barbatos let you inside the main entrance where you waited to be handed off like a true pet.

“Welcome, Lucifer, Kitten. We are going to have a good time together today, hm?” the demon butler smiled at you kindly.

You peeked at him from behind Lucifer and nodded once. Still, something inside of you was a little peeved.

“I trust you will be good?” Lucifer asked you, a stern look in his red eyes.

“Yes, Master, I'll be good,” you said.

Lucifer handed the leash to Barbatos, who took it without a single question. You wondered if Lucifer told him what happened and why you had the leash at all.

“She will be well looked after, Lucifer.”

Lucifer nodded. He gave you a single kiss on your forehead. “Behave, Kitten,” he said, and then he was gone out the door. You watched as he transformed into his demon form and flew off, majestic and sexy. You did love his wings; they were so soft.

“Kitten? Let’s go.” Barbatos smiled at you again, and gestured with his hand for you to go ahead and step further in the Castle.

You frowned, but did, and you found yourself in the kitchen after a little bit of walking.  

The room was a far cry from the House of Lamentation’s kitchen. First it was much larger, higher ceilings, and had several ovens and even more cooking equipment. There were tons of cabinets and a large black table off to the side. The floors were nicer on your shoes, less chance of tripping on wood floors than badly lain cement blocks.

While you glanced around, you felt a tug on your leash and a click, and Barbatos was hanging your leash on a hook on the wall before you knew what happened.

“Wha-?”

“It will be easier for the both of us. I won’t say anything if you won’t?”

You giggled. The collar was still on, but that was fine by you. “Okay!”

“Perfect. Over this way please.” He led you to a counter, and there was a ton of ingredients out. They smelled sweet, salty, bitter. Some of them looked good, others odd colored or shaped, but still had a good aroma. “Today you can help me prepare the meal for their return.”

Your ears fell. “I can’t cook...”

"That's not a problem. You have two hands, and so you can mix. And taste test for me as well.”

Now  that  you could do with great pleasure. “Yes, I want to help!”

He chuckled. “I assumed so. We are only preparing desserts now; I will finish the rest of the meal later so it's fresh. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Baking with Barbatos was fun. You got to eat so many tasty things. He let you lick the spoon with the frosting, and gave you little chocolate chips. Mixing dry ingredients for him was harder than it looked and you got some flour on yourself, but that was why you had the apron on.  

Although, it was strange that he already had the perfect one for you. It certainly was not for one of the demon brothers or Diavolo (right?).

After cooking for a long time, eating and mixing and opening and closing the ovens, setting all the pretty treats under domes on counters or in the fridge, you were totally exhausted. All the hard work and eating had really wore you out.  

You yawned a few times, and rubbed at your eyes.

“Is it time for a cat nap?” he teased.

“Barb, I’m tired.” You yawned again.

He softly laughed. “All right. Come with me, Kitten.” He put the palm of his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the kitchen. You were taken around a few doors and small hallways to a wide window with a bed seat cushion, and it faced a garden full of flowers and wildlife.

“So pretty...” you were in awe.

“I thought you might like the view. Rest for a while and I will wake you up once you’ve gotten the proper sleep.”

You curled up on the warm bedding and purred. The sun was shining in the spot, and you could fit yourself perfectly in a ball. “Thank you~”

Barbatos smiled down at you, and pet your head, his hand lingering on your neck to squeeze once. It gave you the shivers. “You’re very welcome, Kitten. Sweet dreams.”

You fell asleep watching the birds flutter around and chirp.  

When you woke up it was still sunny, but not directly on you. And you watched the garden for a while, and then you saw it.

A rat, scurrying across the field.

You made a sound and bared your teeth at it.

The window had a latch, and you undid it and crawled out to step into the garden. You were quiet, stealthy, your prey was right there. You caught it in your claws and squeezed until it was dead.

This was the perfect present to say thank you!

Barbatos had not come for you yet, so you set the dead rat on the floor of the room, waiting for Barbatos to come fetch you.  

And when he came inside, he froze up, and stared at your gift. “Kitten.”

“Barb~ I got you a gift, it’s right there.” Your tail flickered in happiness, and you grinned a fanged smile at him, proud and excited.

He tensed as he walked around it, but did not pick it up. “Did you touch that thing?” he asked instead.

“Yes, with my claws. I killed it for you!”

“I see...” He held out his arms, and frowned. “Let’s go wash your hands,” he said.

You pouted. “Are you not going to take my present?”

Barbatos’ brows furrowed. “Kitten, I appreciate the gift, however...”

Now you understood, and your eyes watered. “Y-you hate it, don’t you?”

“Not at all, kitty, not at all. I just want to take care of you first.” He grabbed you under your arms and you were taken back to the kitchen, legs wrapped around his waist. You felt like a toddler but the warmth of his body was nice. “You need to clean up before you touch anything else.”

He directed you to stand before the sink and place your hands inside. The water was hot on your hands and you cried out. He apologized, and quickly turned it down, and then poured soap on your hands, helping wash them, getting between your fingers and under your claws.

“Rats carry diseases, and Devildom rats even more. I want you to be more careful.”

You nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Barbatos gave you a soft smile. “It’s fine. There now, let’s dry them and then we can get back to baking together.”

You dried your hands and frowned down at the tiles. “I just wanted to thank you...”

He cupped your cheek and had you look at him. “I know, but you don’t need to thank me with that,” he said, not unkindly.

Oh, so that’s what he was getting at. Well, your Master’s did not say you couldn’t please Barbatos, and he did take care of you. This was the only other way you knew how to say you were grateful for him feeding you delicious snacks and letting you sleep in the cozy sun spot.

“I can thank you like this,” you said, and knelt down on the floor right in front of him, your face at his crotch.

There was one quick inhaled from the demon butler. His gloved finger lifted your head up for him to stare down at you with his pretty green eyes. There was a slight hue on his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me at all.”

You licked your lips. “I want to. Please? Can I see your cock and suck it?”

He began thumbing your bottom lip. “If that’s what you want, I wouldn’t say no.” Then he made a concerned face. “Do you want something for your knees?”

You nodded, glad Barbatos was such a kind demon. “Please...” and he somehow had a throw pillow in his hands, and you lifted one knee at a time to get situated. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble.”

Quickly you helped him out of his pants, slipping them to the floor. As you did his hand caressed the top of your head, and you felt his dark gaze on you, watching every move you made. As his pants dropped to the floor, he stepped out of them, kicking them away. The mess was so unlike the butler from what you had seen.

Now he was just in his underwear, a silk dark green pair that outlined his cock and balls. You nuzzled his clothed dick. “Smells good, Barby.”  

“Mmm, you like the smell of cock, Kitten?”

You nodded. “Yesss-”  

His hand went to your hair at the back of your head to lightly tug. The pain mixed with his scent urged you on, and you had his boxers pulled down, and he was quicker in stepping out of those. His cock out inches from your mouth, half hard. Before you sucked it, you grabbed it to stroke it to life. You licked the tip once, he gasped. Then you swallowed him down and peeked up at him with a certain look, unmoving. Waiting for him to do something.

He got the idea and smiled. “Do you want me to use your mouth?”  

You hummed, hopeful he understood it meant yes. And he understood because he began using your mouth. Filling it with his slicked head, hitting your tongue and roof of your mouth. Your lips were swelling up, and you suckled and slurped at his cock.

Clawed hands went to his waist, holding him steady as his fingers clutched your hair to do the same. The pain and scent surrounding you had your pussy wetting up, soaking your undies. But this was for him, about Barbatos’ pleasure. And a Kitten could please their Master, or their Master’s friends, and you would do a good job of it, too.

Breathing through your nose, you kept a firm hold on his hips, and your tail helped by wrapping around his thigh once to squeeze. His legs were bare, strong looking. You looked up at him, and met his dark eyes, flecks of black creeping in to those slate green iris’. It was sexy and you moaned.

“Ahh, Kitten,” he moaned. His hand not at your hair went to touch your tail, wrapped around a part of it and stroked like you had done to his dick. “Such a soft tail."

You moaned louder, vibrating around his cock, tonguing the underside with your flattened muscle, flexing. He tasted tangy and filled your mouth perfectly, and a little precum trickled onto your taste buds.

The demon butler tensed and grunted out a warning before he came in your mouth, and only then did you let him go. You held his spent cum in your mouth on your tongue, and showed it to him before swallowing. It was bitter, but you had worse.

“Such a naughty thing,” he commented, and pet your hair from your cheeks.  

He smiled, and in his eyes was something new you hadn’t seen. He put his clothes back to right, and before you could react, he had you in his arms and then deposited you on the long kitchen table. The throw pillow was shoved under your body to lift you up at your lower half, and it helped keep your tail from being squished. But you were confused.

“Barb-”

“Hush now.” He stood at your feet, a demonic grin truly. “I shall return the favor,” he whispered. Barbatos’ appearance shifted, and he was in his demon form, his twin-tipped tails flickering behind him, his bat-like horns gleaming in the kitchen light.

His hands torn down your pants to your ankles, and you let him, him taking off your shoes next to leave you in socks and your top. Then you were spread open, panties glistening, socked feet flat on the table. He had you bend your legs so he could grasp your knees to keep you like that, but your pants hugged at your ankles like restraints.

Those eyes of his were basically neon green they were glowing, and he stared at your clothed core, and you tightened in response. Could he see the flex of your pussy?  

“You got wet from sucking me, hm... How delightful.” His finger went to your waist, tugging under the band, and it snapped apart. He tore your underwear from you and exposed your vagina to the air, the coolness hitting your burning heat, wetness growing.

“Ahh, B-barb-"

His tails were hovering your vagina, twitching, and you leaned your head down to watch. You couldn’t see much past your belly as he lifted you up, but you knew what his intentions were.

You begged for it, “please, inside...”

He did not hesitate. His tail slowly went inside your pussy, thick, slimy, softly scaled. It was bigger than you figured, and you tightened down and wiggled your hips.

He tore his glove off with his teeth, and his bare finger circled your clit, the sparks of pleasure helping the stretch. “It’s okay, you can take it. Be a good kitty.”

You clenched down on him again and he winced for a second, but then his tail slithered deeper and flicked at the tip to hit that spot inside and you saw stars, clutching the table at each end with clawed hands.

“You’re damaging the wood,” he said with a bit of humor, but did nothing to stop you. His finger circled your clit faster and harder, and you were close but still felt like it wasn’t enough.

That was when his second tail spread your cheeks apart to press to your anus, slimy from the wetness leaking from your pussy. You were not ready for that, not now.

You cried, “nnngg, not there, please.” Your own tail swooshed in the air, a nervous twitch, and a warning that you did not like that.

Barbatos kissed your inner thigh, holding your knee wider with one hand as his tail fucked you, sloppy sounds echoing in the room along with your heavy panting. “I know, beautiful thing, I won’t.” He left the tail tip there, slipping over your hole to join the other at your pussy, pressing against its twin. “You can take two, can you not?”

You tensed and sobbed. “P-please,” you desperately wanted to be torn open.

He grinned, sharp teeth, and shoved his second tail in along with the other. You arched your back and tossed your head to the side and sobbed, burning and intense pleasure/pain encompassing you. “Ahhhgg~”

The pace he set was fast and rough, the double tails slipping in and out and scrapping at the best parts of you, no time to adjust. “You’re so sweet, yet so naughty. I want to feel your pussy on my cock someday.”

“Uhh, yes, yes, want that-”

“Hm, I know you do.”

He was so himself like this. Barbatos was commanding and sure in his movements, and it was perfection. His head went between your legs and his mouth found your clit and licked and kissed wet and sloppily. You wished you could watch as he did, but your position only let you see his head bobbing, and his tail motioning in and out between your thighs.

He kept his mouth on your clit, swishing his tongue back and forth. “Purr for me, kitty,” he pulled back to say, and then with insane speed he fucked you with his serpent tails and licked you, like a vibrator toy for your clit.

The heat was reaching your belly in a boiling point now. Your body was hot, tense, and your toes curled, and then with an arched back, your belly tightened up and you were finished. “Cumming, Barb, cummiinnnnggg~” you exclaimed, spurting all over.  

It lasted a few moments, but felt like longer. You kept your eyes shut and felt the excess amount of your own juices dripping out. The sparks went with the beat of your heart as you calmed down, almost like an exposed wire feeling every single thing. Your shirt was sweaty. Your throat sore, from both screaming your pleasure and holding some back. There was a little bit of tears drying on your cheeks.

When you did open your eyes, Barbatos was hovering over your head, smiling that gentle smile, this time it reached his kind eyes. “So pretty for me,” Barbatos murmured, kissing your cheek. “I need to clean you up now.”

You hummed, shutting your eyes as fireworks popped up in your vision. “Mmm, clean up,” you copied.

He chuckled, and lifted you up in his arms, and you whined but allowed it. “Come on kitty, you can have another nap after.”

You sighed. “Love naps.”

“I gathered that. You may be a second Belphegor and we just don’t know it.”

You giggled. “Mmmm.” What a silly thing to say.

_+_

“She looks exhausted,” Lucifer commented. He had a slight smirk in his eyes and on his lips, but not enough for the average person to see.

Barbatos shared a similar look. “Oh yes, we had an eventful evening, didn’t we?” You flushed red, ignoring the question, and he went on, holding out a few containers. “Here. To take home with you. The feast will begin in a few hours, but I know Beel will like to have some extras.” Barbatos handed you the boxes. “Thank you for all your help today, Kitten. Anytime you want to stop by, feel free.” The green of his eyes shone, mischievous.

You held in the whine, because you  did  want to visit again. But the teasing was too much and you were exhausted mentally and physically. You didn’t even want to be standing right then.

You looked at Lucifer and asked, “Master, can we go home now?”

“Yes, we can.” He took the leash from Barbatos and you both left Lord Diavolo’s castle for the House of Lamentation.

And if Lucifer noticed the limp in your walk, he said nothing on it.  

Thankfully you were not in trouble. Your Masters, it seemed, did not care if you shared yourself. But you had to wonder the limitations of that... you’d ask another time.

So, you went home to rest before the feast, but in the end you did not go. You actually stayed behind with Levi who had plans to be online that night (Diavolo played video games, you heard, so he excused the Envy demon).

Snuggled up with him on the beanbag you lazily watched him play, occasionally getting soft pets between battles. It was boring to just watch, but you had enough excitement. This was a perfect way to end a sweet day.

#obey me #obey me fanfic #fanfiction #reader fanfiction #female reader #cat hybrid #hybrids #hybrid reader #shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me reader x barbatos #reader x barbatos #mail order kitten girl #my fics #ao3 link

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CW: Pet whump; dehumanization; conditioned mindset; classism; some nasty coping mechanism; food whump/forced diet; restrains; 

...Sweet Pea stops banging on the door when it actually hears someone coming. He has been screaming until his voice becomes hoarse, from the second he was shoved in there, alternating between begging and demanding to be let go.

But now that someone is actually coming… He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to see them, especially not that man. Young Master was bad enough - Stealing him from Master, making him shut down and forcing him in the car… - but that man, that man was worse. There was something wrong about him.

It wasn’t just that he was a peasant, someone who should never have a pet like him, and that was daring to take him from Master, no. That man was off. Sweet Pea pressed his heels on the floor when he was dragged, making the man fight him every step of the way, especially after Young Master stopped at a little sign saying ‘No Farlan Zone’. But that’s when he saw it, as the man frowned as he struggled, revealing a roll of sharp teeth, eyes that are a little just too green, a faint smell he cannot place. Wrong, wrong, wrong, every fiber of his body screams.

...He lost it for a second, and the man made a big progress on pushing him towards the house. He went back to fighting even more - he hated it here, he wanted to go back, how dare these people take him? These fucking peasants, living like a fucking ogre in the middle of a forest… 

Those thoughts kept the fear at bay, a placid, but fragile, surface of anger that kept all of his panic hidden.

Still, the man managed to drag him out inside the house, where he saw someone familiar… He recognized that pet. He did. He saw pictures, the pitch perfect hair, falling in white curls around the freckled face… A good pet, like him, who once belonged to his Master. And what not… if he dug further up on his memory… He could remember him from the school. The prodigy of the musical side. 

He fell limply. These was… where the pets Gerard discarded went to, then? But… Master didn’t say anything about sending him away, and he would, right? Was this… a test? or maybe he just didn’t care enough… after all, it was his son who took him. He would steal from his father, would he?

The pet made some weird gestures, Sweet Pea didn’t understand why. But they meant something to the man dragging him.

“...This is Sweet Pea. He will… stay with us for a while”

The man tries to appear cheerfully, and the pet gestures again.

“...Because he isn’t happy about it. It’s like a sleepover, except he has no choice” He narrows his eyes “No, of course I didn’t know. I would have told you and Blue about it”

...Blue. So there is one more here, and that is pet name. He whimpers, and the man’s grip softens a little, so he takes that chance and pushes him off to run for the door, but it has been locked.

No, no, no, no please, open up... But it was in vain. As the man tried to approach him - with scissors, fucking scirssors - he curled away in fear. He couldn’t let himself be damaged - he was Master’s property, not for anyone to hurt. He didn’t believe it when the man said it was just for the retrains… But he waited until his feet were freed, and he dragged the first thing he could get ahold of, clumsily throwing a chair at him. He didn’t quite hit, since his hands were till tied up, but he got some time to run through the house.

In the living room, he found himself face to face with the other pet - must have been a Mutt of the worst kind, his face awfully scarred. And Sweet Pea screamed, terrified of that happening to him, as well.

He didn’t realize he was led right onto a trap, as he ran upstairs and hid in a closet. He stays there… For a while. When he finally gets the courage to go out again, when the house seems silent and dark… He tries to escape again. But the bedroom door was locked. He noticed some food and water had been left for him. He didn’t dare touch any of the food. It was nothing he was allowed to eat, anyway. He took only some small water sips, afraid it was drugged. 

He didn’t feel anything different, but didn’t want to risk his luck. He tried to sleep in the closet but it was small and cramped, even though it felt safe. He… decided to sleep on the bed. He was a pet, he wasn’t supposed to. But then again, this wasn’t his Master so why should he care?

...He… Stopped near the window. The curtains were open, for once. He didn’t resist peeking outside… 

The stars were beautiful, as always. Even more so here, surrounded by a sea of trees and alway from the city lights that surrounded Master’s house. And they blinked in the distance, carrying the weight of something he had lost and forgotten.

That’s when he finally allowed himself to cry, sobs echoing and getting lost in the silence of the woods. He cried until he felt empty… And almost in peace.

He curled up and on a blanket, not really caring about punishments anymore, and fell asleep.

He woke up to a soft morning light, and a knock on his door. It made him jump awake, grabbing the closest thing he could find - a bedside lamp - to defend himself with. In truth, it was just to appease his anxiety. He wouldn’t dare hit a person, no matter how lowly and filth.

“...Morning, dear” The man said, with a soft smile. Sweet Pea flinched, backing away against the wall. He had another tray, and smiled sadly when he saw Sweet Pea hadn’t touched the other one.

“...I… Want to apologize for yesterday. I was not prepared for this at all… But I guess is no excuse” He says, setting the trail down “...I guess we started on the wrong foot. But I think we should try and talk this through. I’m-”

“Take me back” He demanded, with as much authority as he dared to use, shaking like a leaf as he held the object. If the man was afraid, he didn’t show. He probably looked pathetic like this “Take me back, take me back to Master”

“...I’m sorry, love. We can’t do this now. It’s important-”

“Don’t call me that, don’t call me love” He shouted, and to his surprise... the man… nodded.

“I apologize. A habit I guess, since my boys like it. But I’ll watch out for it” He smiled still, disturbing and creepy and awful and, and, he hated here, hate here.

“Take me back. Take me back, I don’t belong here. I’m Master’s property, please, please”

“...Sweet Pea… I know this is scary… But trust me, we are trying to help you-”

“No, no, no!” He shouts, throwing the lamp away. It breaks on the side, and he regrets it immediately, as now he didn’t have a lamp anymore and there was glass on the floor. A very quick flash passes his mind, a time where he was forced to dance over the broken shards. He pushes it away, under the surface of anger “Shut up, shut up, take me back”

...The man still didn’t seem bothered, but he hated that more. He was being bad, so bad, and the man had that calm, mocking, scary fucking face. He clenched his fists.

“I don’t want to be here” He screams, knowing pets don’t have wants “I’m not going to obey you. I’m not a pet for someone like you. I’m from the best academy, I’ve been trained for years, I’m not going to just bend down a for a simpleton such as you”

...And the man lifted an eyebrow. 

“...That’s… A lot of classism for someone who is technically under me” He seems… disappointed.

...And Sweet Pea gasps, opens his mouth… But what can he possibly say? He is lower than the lowest of men. Yet he is better than the other pets, made to serve men like him. The man shrugged, tilting his head a little.

“Sorry. Don’t worry too much about it. It’s all man-made bullshit anyway. Want to eat something? You must be hungry after yesterday”

He shook his head, crossing his arm and looking away, back at the window. Is good because… Because to him it looks like he is being dismissive. He is actually looking out the window. Sunlight, sunlight. He hopes he isn’t locked away from it.

“Master would never allow me to eat that”

“Well he isn’t here is he?” He doesn’t look, but feels the smile on his voice. No, no good, no good. It 's a test. He knows this game.

“...Are you proposing me to be bad? That’s not gonna happen, I will not fall for your tricks, peasant”

He looks this time, and again, he gets eyebrows raised and a shrug.

“Well… Can you tell me what you can eat? I can try to adapt it for you. Haru is a really good cook, I’m sure he can pull it off”

...This… This made his guard crumble, just a little, as he let his arms down, frowning. Was he… really going to adjust things this easily? It… It should be a test, right? Maybe this was all a test. Master testing him to see if he would remain loyal and good? But… Gerard had never pulled anything like that before. He was usually very clear about his rules. And if it was a test… why would the man give up that easily? Why would he make any change to accomodate a pet?

He bit his lips, he felt blood.

“Hm… Ahnh… Okay” He whispers, going through the list of foods. The man smiles, and sits on the bed beside him. At a space he feels… safe, at least. As safe as you can be on a room with someone you don’t trust.

“...No sugar? Like none? Ever?”

“...He gave me cake!” Sweet Pea smiled proudly “...Once”

The man’s expression is… Sad?

“Well, for now, I’ll get you some fruits so you don’t go hungry. I’ll do what’s possible to follow that… But, just so you know… There is no rule about that, here. You are allowed to eat whatever you want” He then smiles, chuckles “...Well, Blue isn’t allowed coffee. Not that he listens”

Blue. He only saw that pet for a second, staring at him from behind the sofa. The image still haunts him.

“...Is that why he has those scars?” Sweet Pea hugs himself, slightly more confident after… After the man seemed at least willing to respect Master’s Gerard’s decisions a little.

“...No. Blue has a messy past. He was owned by some really cruel people”

“He must have been a really bad pet to end up like that”

...He catches a brief, brief sigh from him, before he puts back the soft expression.

“...Nah. He is a sweetheart. Those were only bad people”

“Bullshit” Sweet Pea whispers, still hugging himself. The man decides to drop that subject.

“Hm, I… I’m not confident about letting you out of the house yet, so… I’ll allow you out of the bedroom when I’m home, but when I’m not, I’ll have to keep you locked for now. I hope that’s fine. Again, just for now” ...The man seems nervous “But it’s a matter of your own safety. Temporary.”

“...Bullshit. Do what you want” he looks away and refuses to answer anything else. He knows he is a prisoner here. He has no intention of even leaving his room, unless it is for escape. At least there is a window.

#pet whump #whump #Sweet Pea the whumpee #orfeu and haru #blue needs a tag #whorefeu

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Billy hope 😌👀 Girl do your thing♥

OH YES, INTERNET. MY TIME HAS COME.

Warnings: SIZE KINK IS BACK Y'ALL, mean!daddy, degradation, spitting, slapping, jealousy

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So imagine that you and Billy had been together for a few months

Even though he is a tough guy, he is the SWEETEST boyfriend in the entire world

Like the type that sends flowers out of nothing on a regular day with a card saying "Just wanted to say that I love you. See you tonight."

There was only one problem with this whole thing: he was also sweet in bed

Well, there's nothing wrong with that…

But after seeing him fighting or training you always got so hot and bothered and you weren't exactly in the mood for some slow love making

But he always waited for the adrenaline to end before looking for you, and it was kinda frustrating

You even tried to ask him to be a little more rough with you once

But he mocked you

He laughed and said: "Honey, I can't get rougher with a small precious thing like you. I don't wanna hurt you."

You were now more than frustrated, you were mad

You turned your back to him and said that he wasn't getting anything that night then

He just shrugged and covered you up with the blanket before giving your head a goodnight kiss

He thought that wouldn't last long, in a day or two you would be crawling back to him

Little did he know, you had a different plan on your mind

You knew him. Very little things made him lose his mind

One is work. The other is jealousy. So why not mix both of them to make sure it would work?

So you waited until they announced his next opponent

And you were there to support him on that day that they have to take that pic facing each other, you know? (Idk if theres a name for it)

And that's when your plan was gonna start

Right after the whole event happened, he went looking for you in the crowd

That's when his eyes landed on you… talking to his opponent. Laughing. Looked like you were flirting?

He absolutely lost his mind

He walked towards you and the other fighter looking absolutely furious

His team could only stop him when he was very close to you

You looked at him with a smirk before telling the other guy: "I gotta go now. See you at the fight?"

He noticed Billy's presence and chuckled, saying: "Or after I win, how about that?"

Took like 10 men to hold him back after that

He yelled threats at the other guy and the press filmed everything

Great publicity, to say the least

But man, he was FURIOUS at you

Your plan didn't work. He wasn't gonna be rough to you in bed. He wasn't even going to sleep on the same bed as you anymore

You were heartbroken

Yeah, maybe that went a little too far… you felt stupid

He didn't see you or talk to you until the fight day, cause he wanted to be focused and prepared for it. He needed to win this one because that asshole messed with his girl

And when the day came, all you got was a text message saying "Be there."

And you obviously were

Billy didn't simply win. He sent the guy straight to the hospital

And afterwards, he didn't want to see anyone. No interviews or anything

He just took a quick shower and someone looked for you, saying he wanted you to wait in the car

You did exactly as he said

When he walked into the car, you immediately jumped on his lap saying things like: "Babe, you were so amazing, congratulations! I knew you would win."

But he wasn't having that. He ignored your presence and told the driver to go straight to the hotel

You kept insisting: "Bill, talk to me, I missed you so much…"

Until he snapped: "I don't want to hear it, okay? If you wanna act like a fucking slut, you're gonna be treated like one."

You didn't know what was going on, but you wanted to cry

You just didn't because that would probably make things worse, so you decided to stay quiet until you got to the hotel

You walked through the hall filled with journalists insisting on talking to Billy, but he turned them all off, pulling you by the hand towards the elevator

As soon as the elevator doors closed, it was only you and Billy again. You looked at his face and he was already looking at you

Next thing you knew was that he had one hand around your neck and the other squeezing your ass, and he gave you a hungry, passionate kiss

It was a relief to feel his lips again, but he stopped quickly, because you reached your bedroom's floor

"Before we walk into that room, you have to know your safe word is 'red', okay?" He whispered to you

Your eyes widened. So your plan had actually worked? All you could do was nod and follow him inside

The first thing he did once you were both there, was grab you from behind and unzip your dress in one quick and brutal movement

"Why you got such pretty lingerie on, huh?" He asked as he removed it from your body. "Is it for the winner of the fight? Whoever it was?"

"No, daddy." You tried to explain yourself. "It's only for you, I don't want anyone else…"

"Liar." He pushed you on bed, face down, ass up for him. "Why were you talking to the other guy that day? Making me look stupid in front of everyone. Letting everyone know you're nothing but a whore."

"Nothing, I promise!"

You couldn't explain what you felt when he slapped you. He slapped you hard.

"Lie to me one more time, I swear to god…" He said before slapping you again

"I… was telling him that you were gonna win…"

He didn't say anything, just slapped you again, like he was telling you to continue

"I just wanted to make you jealous." You admitted

"Do you think that's something good girls do?" He sighed

You shook your head

"I asked you a question." He slapped harder than before

"No, daddy, I'm sorry!" You cried out

"Aw what is it, dumb baby?" He sat on the bed and brought you to his lap. "You wanted me be to be rough, didn't you? I told you that you were only a little girl and you couldn't take it."

"But I can!" You protested

He looked you deep in the eyes, and when you thought he was about to kiss you, he spit on your face

You knew that was supposed to be a punishment, but you couldn't help but smile as you wiped it with your fingers before pushing them into your mouth

"How am I gonna be mean to you if you're a little filthy slut who enjoys being punished?" He rolled his eyes. "You know what? I just won a fight and I'm pretty tired. Why don't you ride my cock? Bet you missed it."

"Yes, daddy, I missed it so much!" You said excitedly as he took his clothes off

He sat back in bed and your mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock hitting his bruised abs. "Come here, puppy, I ain't got all night."

Puppy. If you weren't soaked wet already…

You crawled towards him as fast as you could and sat on his lap

You lowered yourself on his cock slowly on the first times and it was okay

But when you started going faster, the way your butt hit his thighs, made you stop immediately

"Did I tell you to stop?" He groaned

But then he saw your hands going towards your buttcheeks and stroking them gently

"What is that?" He chuckled. "Is your pretty little ass sore?"

You nodded

"Good." He said, giving your thigh a loud slap, making you scream. "But that's not my fucking problem, is it? So why don't you ride me like I asked you to?"

You started slowly again, but he grabbed you by the waist and forced you to go faster

"Do I have to do all the work?" He asked, making your go faster and faster. "Such a weak little girl trying to convince me I can be rough to her…"

Maybe it was because you were not used to it at first. But at some point, his hands guiding you weren't really necessary anymore

The pain only increased but your brain turned it into pleasure

You started to moan so much and he regretted not doing this earlier

"Daddyyy?" You called

"Yes, babygirl" he smiled

"Can I cum, please?" You begged

"Why? Feels good getting hurt by daddy, huh?"

"Feels so good, and… oh fuck... missed your cock, daddy, please… I can't hold it anymore!"

"Do it, princess." He chuckled at how desperate you sounded. "Missed this tight little pussy too, come on, before I fill you up."

Didn't take you much longer until your orgasm made you moan loudly and obscenely

And the way your walls clenched around him and the way you sounded were enough to make him cum too

Your weak body rested on his chest and there was absolutely no energy left in you or in him

"I'm not gonna do that again, I promise, but can we please…"

"Yes, we're definitely gonna do this more times."

And then it kinda became a tradition between the two of you to let him relieve his after fight adrenaline like that

He still sent flowers, though.

#billy hope #billy hope smut #billy hope x reader #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal x reader

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Reluctant hurt/comfort?  Why yes!

Both Tim and Jon have a bad time after the Buried.  

cw fever, illness, vomit mention, suicidal ideation, grief. Also as a note, the night I wrote this was a hard one, and the day after was worse and this might reflect that.  I don't think this is one I can go back through and comb for more cws, so hopefully that is warning enough.  Stay safe, and enjoy something that was very cathartic to write.

The day after the Buried, it doesn’t even occur to Tim that he should be hungry.  He hasn’t needed to eat in so long that he simply forgets.  Just downs glass after glass of water in the break room after a shower that lasts far longer than the meager supply of hot water.  He can’t be fucked that Daisy and Jon still need to wash the muck off.  At least Daisy has somewhere to go, Basira is hovering around, ready to ferry her out of this hell archive.  

Of course, it’s his own fault that he doesn’t have a flat.  

He supposes he owes Jon.  Or something.  

He doesn’t care.  

He’s still angry.  And tired and filthy and depressed.  The only thing the buried did was keep him from dying.  Hell of a suicide watch to be on.  

Sometimes when he closed his eyes down there, he could believe it was Jon or Martin lying on him.  Keeping his fingers from itching to do harm…  Well, almost, anyhow.  

After that, he sleeps.  And sleeps.  

And, well, after that.  He feels like shit.  

Complete shit. 

When he was a teen with soup for brains, Danny got sick.  A bad flu, but he couldn’t keep anything down for three days.  Three days of foisting broths and lucozade on his brother with little success.  Should have been taken to hospital, by all rights, but their mother didn’t really believe in the whole modern medicine thing, and well.  Dad was away, so Tim couldn’t even get Danny to an adult who could help, even if he didn’t give a damn.  It had been awful.  

He really thought his little brother was dying.  Cracked and dry lips, fever so high that he wasn’t coherent.  Three days he sat vigil.  Praying to a god he barely believed in.  

A fever that scooped out his brother until he was praying for a breathing corpse.  Giving oblations of thin liquid.  

On the third day, his eyes opened and he stroked Tim’s hand, as Tim shook with exhaustion by his bedside.  He had to be propped up to sip at his broth, but it was far better than trickling it down his unconscious baby brother’s throat.  

Pure helplessness.  Both in empathy for his brother, who was probably having a worse time than Tim, and because he was next to useless.  

Three days and Tim can’t keep down food.  Gave up trying.  Just shivers on the cot, gazing nearly sightlessly at the ceiling, muscles too wasted to move.  He doesn’t know if anyone notices that he’s gone.  He hasn’t heard any word from Martin.  Basira and Daisy fucked off days ago, as far as Tim can reckon.  Then again, he doesn’t have so much as a working phone.  He doesn’t even know if it’s been three days or thirty.  

His skin feels hot and tight.  Like the Buried is taking a new approach to suffocating him.  A dreadful thirst clawing at him, but he doesn’t have the strength to stand and get water anymore.  Barely could limp his way there before the lack of food and probable fever stole what little he had left.  

Is this just some divine punishment for prodding too hard at the forces of evil in the universe?  

He’d finally come to terms with the abstract and incidental nature of these things, but he can’t help the hazy imagining that he deserves this.  

Failed to keep his brother safe, for all his bedside bargaining and promises made to the wind on long walks after his brother disappeared.  All the broken promises betwixt his savior and himself.  Bitter words corroding promises that could have been harder than diamond.  

It was his fault.  Couldn’t hold up his end, and he deserves this dreadful heat and the foul desert of his mouth.  His body generating his own funeral pyre.  

He wishes he could bring himself to care.  But all he’s known since Jon betrayed him has been anger and dissent disinterest.  

There is an ache at his very core.  

He lies there, on the cot.  Tangled in the sheets.  Bone dry.  Dry as parched soil.  For he has no moisture to spare for sweat.  His own body out of anything that could bring his temperature down.  

Finding Tim isn’t easy.  Jon’s body betrays him after the Buried.  Months of uneasy sleep, and days of pressure on all the wrong parts of him leave him poorly put together and his joints slipping apart at the slightest provocation.  He spends days on the floor of his office, in too much pain to move, too dizzy to stand, and running a fever from the pain in his squashed and shitty joints.  

His own fault, but a small price to pay for Tim and Daisy.  

He would have stayed there if it meant getting them back.  

One less monster.  

Of course the Eye doesn’t let him die.  Aren’t humans supposed to die if they don’t drink water for three days?  

He spends most of his time passing out when he tries to stand.  

And he can’t bring himself to care.  He’s so tired.  Too tired.  

He didn’t expect anyone to come after him.  Certainly not Tim.  Not after everything.  

Well maybe he hoped.  

(He did).  

(Damn his… well it isn’t optimism.  Damn his longing for someone to give a shit if he vanishes for days.  He should know by now that no one is coming.  No one ever does.)  

Groggy and foggy and battered.  

He’s tired.  He needs a proper mattress for just one night, but he can’t even get off the floor.  Just lays in the remnants of mud, waiting to whither like the corpse he is, one just hasn’t stopped breathing yet (again).  

But something draws him upright, more or less.  Clinging to the walls, bracing his stilted journey on aching limbs.  

It’s probably the Eye.  Probably the Eye, or maybe Jon’s piercing curiosity, control slackened by fever, peering though a hairline fracture in the door of his mind.  

He all but crawls to the cot, securing a half empty water bottle from somewhere he probably should be worried about, but he arrives to find Tim burning away before him as his own vision swims dangerously.  

A face in front of his.  Features obscure and unreadable.  He can read the worry in those eyes.  Even in the half light.  

Tim couldn’t hear Jon in the Buried.  His hearing aids long since ran out of life.  All for the best, for the singing of the coffin in the rain will haunt his dreams (not only in a spooky way) for the rest of his life.  

Only knew it was Jon by Jon guiding his (Tim’s)  hand with too thin and gentle and burned fingers to his (Jon’s) mouth.  So Tim could read his lips by feel.  An imprecise thing, but better than nothing.  

Filthy fingers against dry and dusty lips.  Almost like a kiss.  Perhaps more intimate.  

The face hovers closer.  Thin and careful fingers soothing his brow.  

Pressing water to his lips.  Mouthing words that are lost to Tim.  And even if they reached him, he knows he wouldn’t understand them.  

Is this Danny before him?  Would he know his own brother?  After all these years?  After the Stranger chewed him up and regurgitated …whatever.  Is he lost as much as Sasha had been?  Like she’d been?  

And what good would knowing that do?  He would rather keep the memories he has, doesn’t want to know the creeping uncertainties that plague him when he closes his eyes.  

He supposes that the advantage of the Buried is that it keeps the mind off things that aren’t the slow process of returning stone to stone in a way that obliterates everything in between.  Everything but fear.  

Not Danny, but Jon, Tim discovers.  Pulled awake by uneasy stomach, and panicked breath, to find Jon fluttering out of consciousness by his side.  

He wants to be put out that they are flush with each other, but …but they were closer still in the choking darkness with air thick with the soil that Tim swears he can feel coating his internal organs.  

He’s drifting off again when he hears Jon gasp awake, looking nearly as unwell as Tim feels.  

The small figure curled at his back is not his brother.  But he feels as warm and as fragile as Danny did when he sat his vigil.  Counting the seconds between breaths.  His heart stuttering when they lagged and caught in his raw throat in the muted hours between sunset and sunrise.  The hours that Tim feared if he stopped willing the next breath to happen, they wouldn’t.  

But Jon is hardly human.  His pulse is jittery and uneven.  Each breath just a little more strained than they should be.  Likely matching Tim’s own.  

Some distant part of him… the distant part that can feel Jon’s pulse when the rest of him is floating away, untethered to a body too light and empty without topsoil and rich loam to brace him into and against the earth… worries that his own furnace of a temperature is too high and will roast Jon.  

Another equally distant part of him is annoyed that Jon dares to share this pyre of internal heat with him.  …If this is how he goes out, he wishes he saw the stars when he still had any strength.  

Tim wakes again to cool water against his tongue.  

Jon is mumbling to himself fervently.  And Tim can recognize that look.  That fear.  That determination.  The will of someone breathing for someone else.  Holding their life-force steady in the mind.  Knowing to let it faulter is a death sentence.  With wild certainty that is bounded in something beyond reason, for when you are willing another person to breathe, you are often beyond the reach of science.  

And Tim wonders who Jon could possibly be breathing for, because there is no universe in the extensive multiverse that Jon would ever will the life into someone who has spewed such hateful things and led another fragile being he swore to protect to his death.  

And yet…

Tim exhales deeply.  Sliding into what looks to be a restful sleep for the first time in uncounted months.  Watching the rise and fall of his chest look more natural and less like an afterthought, what little strength Jon had found, abandons him.  And he curls himself around Tim.  A small and fragile and dusty shield.  And is asleep in an instant.  Knowing without a doubt that Tim will sleep comfortably through the night, and if anything changes, Jon will know.  Both in body and from beyond the waterlogged door in his mind.  

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #tim stoker #hoh tim #pots jon #eds jon #tw sucidal ideation #alex dont look #cw nausea

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How The Boys Initiate

A/N: This HC is about how the boys initiate sex with the fem reader. I wasn’t able to find the people to tag since I’m still with family but thank you to everyone that’s read my work! I appreciate every like, reblog and follow. I’m thinking of doing something cool when I reach 300 followers, any ideas? I wish all the readers and writers more content that gets us going! Also, I apologize if these HCs are all over the place and long-winded, I wrote these while drunk, sober and sleep-deprived, not in that order either lol. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!!! I’m still in 2019 but to all those in the future, see you soon!

☀️🌞MIRIO🌞☀️

It doesn't take much for him to initiate.

He makes jokes while trying to draw you into his level of seduction.

Might mention his "willy" because no matter how many times he'll say it, you'll always laugh

The muscles on his arms and chest tense when he's about to kiss you.

You can tell it a serious kiss by the way he leans down to meet your face.

Moving in slow motion, eyes glowing with light, face tinting pink more and more as he closes in

His lips are pursed but not tightly.

He'll caress your back.

Not for you but for him. The feel of your skin is intoxicating.

He'll calm down but his willy is on go

Deliberately grazing his piece against your thigh.

Depending on where you are, he'll close you in with his body. Trapping you with kisses while his arms tense as you hold onto them and moan.

You have a distinct moan that lets him know you want to proceed.

Definitely one of those that look at you, tells you how beautiful you are even if you look like a burnt chicken nugget. He'll be rubbing on your body until you're flustered and in his words "don't say shit like that". He curses more because he's with you lmao

LITERALLY PICKS YOU UP BRIDAL STYLE TO YOUR ROOM. If you're not there already, he'll still pick you up

But he will be slamming you against a wall then on the bed. He knows you like it rough

He's so romantic it’s sickening

You never get tired of it but you're in awe

Mirio is a simple man but will get very creative in setting the scene.

He listens to what you like. And if you want the fairytale way of lovemaking. He will surprise you with just that.

Depending on the day he had, he'll slowly kiss you all over your neck and collarbone. Days like that he likes to start with missionary but when he does, he just says the corniest shit you've ever heard.

"What do you call two jalapeños getting it on? Fucking hot!"

A true fucking jokester to the end

You might even joke back about how you just turned into a Sahara listening to him.

Now, he's about to show you what a real tsunami looks like. Eats your pussy like the most sinful angel you've ever come across

Imagine you're about to give him head after a work out session and before you can. He says, "What did the banana say to the vibrator? Why are you shaking? She’s gonna eat me!"

🐙TAMAKI🐙

Previous to my twerking post he's just gonna jiggle your ass until he feels comfortable enough to ask to go a step further

But before then, he cuddles close to your chest just to hear your heartbeat.

He savors the time you two have away from hero work

Sometimes the grip around you is so tight, you might feel like you'll become one.

He will say the sweetest phrases you've ever heard.

"I’d rather spend every moment holding you than a lifetime knowing I never could."

The first time he says this he'll be buried into your chest so he'll have to repeat it.

When he's certain that he's taken your breath away, he'll whisper sweet nothings that turn into dirty secrets

Confidence has gone into overdrive. Everything he says to you, smooth like butter.

He has a praise kink like Mirio but also loves to praise you to oblivion.

He's so gentle with his touches after you say yes

His lips are tightly pursed at first and his hands are shaky.

He takes small yet slow breaths to psyche himself up to continue touching you.

You're so fragile in his eyes that he repeats to himself, "handle with care"

If you're freaky, he might just shock you with his hasty moves.

Pining your body down to the bed, with a rosy face.

Even if Tamaki's nervous smirk appears, his eyes always have a hungry glint 

Craving to fulfill his appetite and make you full

📼SERO📼

First of all, no matter how many times you two have had sex, he smiles.

He's not sure if it's a nervous tick or if he's just that confident.

His dick twitches when you smile back at him too.

Especially when he's inside you.

If you whisper something dirty in his ear, he will physically shudder.

That alone gets you off and he knows it

Pulling him closer to kiss his neck will make his dick spring into action if it hasn't already

He's usually semi-hard. Looking at you makes him weigh his options on where to fuck you and how long should he make you scream his name.

Thinking like that makes him harder than frozen peanut butter.

So, Hanta likes the bed but he really loves when he comes home to your cute ass. And you're taking a shower.

He sheds himself of his hero costume and lives to give you a mini heart attack by sneaking up on you. Usually, while you're washing your face.

It starts with holding your waist from behind. Then his hands’ trail...

His long and slender fingers trail from your hips to your nipples

You're left breathless as he sinks his teeth into your neck on both sides.

Whispering between nibbles, "Did you miss me?" Or "How's my cutie pie doing?"

It drives you mad because of how low of an octave his voice reaches you.

His wet hair tickles the back of your neck as he pulls you close to feel his package

"Now you understand why I'm up, more ways than one."

❄SHOUTO🔥

At first, he's very hesitant to touch you. Even if he's touched starved. We all know this

He's actually vocal when you make him horny

Sometimes he'll outright say it. Other times, he'll sigh. And it's recognizable.

He's a lip biter for sure

Whether you're in a cute outfit or getting ready for bed he's raving about you in his mind and as soon as he finds the words on his tongue, he glorifies you.

He's so polite and if you've had a long ass day, he will just give you a massage.

His strong hands will just wrap around every inch of your body. He'll explain that there's no reason to feel insecure.

He's so honest it’s scary

He praises every part he rubs.

Reminding you why he feels so strongly about you

But after, he gets to know you. He's so fucking horny when he's comfortable with you.

It started when you called him Shouto for the first time

You two were getting a little intimate and it slipped out.

His eyebrows quirked up. He stopped to look at you, a flushed ass mess.

He held your head softly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

Pulling your face close to his, laying down the smoothest most passionate kisses. 

Taking it a step further biting your bottom lip gently.

He trails a couple of love bites down your neck to your breast.

Playing with his hair while buried in your titties will drive him mad.

He will inhale your scent more times than you'll remember how many times he's kissed you

Probably cliche but he's literally burning with passion

👓TENYA👓

Honestly, there are two reasons Tenya will take his glasses off that aren't taking a shower or going to bed: One being just to get a better look at you. And second is, the sight of your face when going down on you.

Aside from tilting his glasses, he will clear his throat more than he should.

A form of pacing himself in what he's about to do.

Say you've teased him all day while he's been working, he's thoughtful about his yearning.

He sweats from the anticipation to conquer you

It’s not an unbearable scent either. It's just enough to smell like an expensive ass cologne and his hard heroism for the day

A deep grunt leaves his body before he dominates you. His grip is sweet but powerful.

His thighs are tense as he lays you across his lap. Taking a deep inhale before every smack to your perfect ass.

His hands were meant to roam every inch of your delicate body and he knows that.

His callous hands grazing your skin is very therapeutic for you. Half the time he's rubbing your ass he can't even think straight let alone hear you. Because he's listening to your ass bounce off the walls.

Every time he spanks you, he suppresses the urge of his cock rising like morning wood.

He gets off suppressing his arousal for you.

So that after he's punished you, his cock is at full attention.

The welts on your ass are a sign of marking you too.

"Only I can control you like this, Angel."

As soon as you make way to the bed, he's controlling you however you like.

He's still not going to let you have your way for another half hour.

Once you're a blubbering mess of overstimulation, his jaw tenses as he rubs your thighs.

Staring at your flower in awe. Ready to ravage you.

👿Shinsou😈

If you say something highly sassy or adorable

He's looking you up and down, shining his pearly whites for you to see.

Whether from across the room or in front of you

He'll teasingly stick out his tongue. Might even say, "Your favorite seat is here." or "Do you wanna take a ride, Kitten?"

Don't look away either. Because he's gonna lift your chin to stare in his eyes

If you stare long enough, he'll say, "Do you see the light you bring me, kitten?"

You will blow up.

He automatically chuckles and peppers your jaw with kisses.

Holding you in his arms from your shoulders to your waist.

He's a confident lover from jump!

Before dating he was unsure about his ability to be liked until you showed up.

While dating, he's very passionate and takes intimacy very seriously with you.

Rubbing your earlobes, touching sensitive spots that make you shudder all over.

Good lord, his jaw is very tense while he stimulates you without undressing you yet.

It's a waiting game, how long can he tease you before you whine.

Shinsou will tease you all night if he can.

#mirio imagines #tamaki imagine #sero imagine #shouto imagines #tenya imagine #shinsou imagine #bnha imagines #smut text #bnha smut #absoluteindulgence headcanons #Mar's Writings

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chained  //  yoongi  //  02

↪ PAIRING: Min Yoongi/Reader ↪ SUMMARY: Min Yoongi, a demon, has been ordered to protect you as punishment for his crimes; no matter what…and he’s not happy about it. ↪ WORD COUNT: 5k

↪ WARNINGS: general violence | rough sex | dark themes | more filthy demon sex

a/n: i’m sorry this took forever to get published. believe it or not it actually went through three re-writes, which is why i’ve added a third chapter. if you’re a little confused/surprised by this part don’t worry, all will be revealed :D  ALSO, I don’t know if anyone noticed but this story is heavily inspired by the show A Korean Odyessy, which I def recommend! thanks for being so patient and I hope everyone enjoys this part!

ONE | TWO | THREE

The next day when you awoke the first thing you felt was pain.

Not only had Yoongi really pounded you he'd bit your neck also. It seared with pain and you felt stiff as you rolled over. It had felt good at the time but you were suffering now. Your body ached.

You stood, slowly, your muscles screaming at you and started to dress. The words Yoongi spoke about your outfit the night before ringing in your head.  The mirror on your nightstand revealed a freshly healed, painstakingly obvious set of teeth prints on your jugular. Already there was some dark purple, almost black bruises forming. You slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie and made your way to your living room. Yoongi lay on your sofa, an arm slung across his face covering his eyes. You wondered if he was sleeping.

"Y/N." He slowly sat up, wincing a little. Definitely not sleeping, then.

"You're still here." You said, feeling a little awkward seeing as you literally had sex only a few hours ago.

"Something is wrong." You froze a few feet away from the sofa. He turned to look at you and his eyes were back to that fiery hazel colour you recognised.

"What's going on?"

"You're in pain and it's causing me pain." He held in a groan, face screwing up as he spoke. You noted the tattoo around his neck that was peeking out of the collar of his shirt looked as if it was glowing. Did it do that before? You swore it didn't.

"Didn't that happen before?" You asked uncertainly.

"Yes. But now it's tenfold. I can feel...everything."

You walked over to where he sat, keeping yourself a few feet away. For some reason you didn't want to get too close to him but you weren't sure why, something instinctual flaring up within you. "I'm not sure I understand. You're saying it's suddenly worse?"

"Yes." He looked distressed. Upon closer inspection he looked like he was sweating. "I can practically hear your thoughts y/n. That's definitely fucking new."

"You can hear my thoughts?" You repeated, astonished. It felt almost as if he was playing some ridiculous joke on you.

"I phrased that wrong." He shook his head. "Not literally, it's more like an instinct. It always was but it's so intense I can't even really feel what I'm feeling."

"Is this because we...we, uh, had sex?" You really didn't want to discuss this with him after yesterday, intent on just moving on like it never happened but you hadn't expected to see him like this.

"Don't flatter yourself, human." He scoffed. You instantly felt as if you were a few inches tall, ego thoroughly bruised. "It's because I ingested your blood. Human blood doesn't normally do this to me, I think it's - clashing, with the binding spell."

"Will it pass over time? You won't be like this forever right?" You asked curiously.

"I have no idea. This is new."

You thought for a moment about what to do. Yoongi had helped you out so much you only wanted to return the favour. However you knew nothing about his world, the rules that he was bound to or why you were even involved in the first place. So you took a shot. "Would it help if you left? You don't have to stay with me."

"I tried, y/n." He said. The hurt that you felt about him trying to skip out on you was palpable. "My skin burned more intensely with each step I got away from you. Even just you being in my proximity now has made a difference. It's not hurting so much anymore."

"Oh."

You were dumbfounded. None of this made any sense to you. Unconsciously you fiddle with the sleeves of your hoodie. What was going to happen now? What if this was permanent? You had to go to work at some point, it's not as if Yoongi could accompany you. How would you even begin to explain that?

"How is your neck? I can feel you're hurting. I did some damage huh?" His eyes flashed with something dark, intense and stormy. Instantly flashbacks of his body melding with yours burned in your mind's eye.

"It's sore." You admitted, absent-mindedly touching at it.

"I can help." He suggested.

"How?"

"Come here and take that hoodie off." He commanded. You didn't move at first, weary of what exactly his intentions were. Nearly an entire minute passed (which felt like an eternity when no one is doing anything) before Yoongi huffed and bridged the gap himself, yanking at the bottom of your hoodie, pulling it up and over your head.

You were left in your nightshirt from earlier and you were still braless. To say the least, you felt exposed. "What are you doing?" You asked as he tugged the neckline of your shirt to reveal you neck fully. His palm hovered over your injury but did not make contact. After a few moments a warm sensation surged through you, as if someone was pouring warm water on your neck. The feeling took over your entire insides, all the way to your finger tips and toes.

"That should help." He murmured.

Immediately your hand went to your neck. The skin felt tender but the scab of his teeth indentation was gone. You walked over to the small mirror that hung on the wall to see for yourself. The injury was gone, your flesh tickled pink from whatever magic he had used.

"Woah," You breathed. "Freaky. What else can you do?" You muttered, more so to yourself than anything.

"More than you'd be able to comprehend." He smirked meeting your gaze in the mirror.

"Well, either way - thanks." You told him. You turned around and reached for the clothing you'd just removed suddenly feeling vulnerable once more. Yoongi's hand darted out to your wrist ceasing your movements. Confusion washed over your features as gave him a questioning look. "What - "

"This is awful." He muttered. "I have this ridiculous desire to be close to you now."

"Oh, um..." You trailed off, unsure of where to even begin in response to that.

"My brain is just screaming at me to throw you on the couch and take you again, just like I did last night."

The blush that crept up your cheeks was instantaneous at his words. "Won't that make whatever is happening to you now worse?" You ask uncertainly.

"Honestly the urge to have you is kind of clouding my rationale here. I don't care if it does. I'll risk it." He drew you close to his lean body, pressing himself against you. You were almost in a trance as you went, unable to look away. "You smell like me." He hummed. His face was so close you felt his hot breath against your lips.

"Like you?"

"Like mine."

In a flash his lips are on yours and his hands on your waist. The kiss is hungry, perhaps even hungrier than the night before. He walked you backward until your body collided with the wall behind you, rattling a picture frame that hung there. Yoongi hiked up one of your thighs, wrapping it around his hip, pressing his visible hardness into you. Both of you let out audible groans of need.

"You really want to do this here?" You manage to get out inbetween kisses. "You know humans fuck in a bed right?"

He let out a breathless laugh at your joke. "We can do that later too if you want. Right now, I'm having you here."

Yoongi doesn't even wait to completely undress you, opting to shove your shirt up to your collarbones and your pants down. Your hands slid along the hardness of his chest, down his stomach and to the hem of his shirt, hinting at him to remove it. He doesn't think twice about it, tearing the garment off at lightning speed.

Now that he's bare you can see more of the tattoos around his neck. For a moment it distracts you but you're brought hurtling back to reality when he roughly pushed his cock into you, barely giving you any warning. "Fuck," You involuntarily gasped at the sensation. It was bordering on painful, given how hard he'd fucked you just a few hours ago.

"Shit, I didn't mean to hurt you." He stilled inside you as he gripped your legs that were round his waist.

"It didn't hurt." You lied.

"Y/n, I felt it. Don't bullshit me." He reprimanded. You wiggled a little, having now adjusted to his size. His cock twitched impatiently within you. "Better." He murmured, kissing you.

He began to push in and out of you, going at an uncharacteristically slow pace, watching your face carefully for reaction. His mouth was slack and he had that look in his eyes again; the one where he looked at you as if you were his favourite meal and he hadn't eaten in years.

"Feels good," You whisper, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. "Keep going."

Yoongi pounded into you harder as you requested. You were crushed between his burning hot skin and the wall, but it wasn't a bad feeling. You felt protected. "Shit, you like this." He growled as his hips slapped against the backs of your thighs. The pleasure you were feeling radiated throughout him as well. "You like it rough huh?"

"I guess." You squeaked, barely able to manage a coherent thought and throwing your head back. It hit the wall with a dull thud. "Fuck - Yoongi." You moaned.

"I can feel how much you're enjoying my dick in you." He chuckled, nosing at your neck. You tensed, concerned he might bite you but as if he could read your mind he said, "Don't worry babe, I'm not going to feed on you. This time."

He pushed harder into you, moving your body higher up the wall. The new angle was glorious and you felt yourself getting very close to coming. The animalistic noises that fell from his mouth only turned you on more, the fact that he was eager to the point of letting go like that for you - for your body - was thrilling.

"I'm gonna cum, Yoongi!" You cried out as you felt yourself squeeze his cock, another intense orgasm courtesy of the demon fucking you. He was relentless, barely in control. You stared at him as he devoured you, noting how his eyes had gone back to that firey shade once more. You don't recall anyone ever having this much desire for you. It was overwhelming.

When he came a few brutal thrusts later he buried his face in your neck, practically growling your name into your skin. It was only when the high started to wear off you became aware of the vice grip he had on your thighs. There would no doubt be bruises there later.

"This feels too good with you." He groaned as he lifted his head up. You expected him to put you down but he surprised you with a gentle kiss to your lips, a stark contrast to what had just transpired. "I don't normally finish that fast." He laughed.

"Sure," You replied sarcastically along with a laugh of your own. "Put me down, I need to shower."

He slowly pulled his cock out of you and set you on the ground, smirking when you stumbled a little. "I can join you if you want."

***

Later that same day (after another two rounds of sex) Yoongi lay awake as you napped peacefully beside him. You were curled on your side with one hand under your head, thin sheet draped over your naked torso. You looked serene. He could feel it in his chest that you were content and as much as it pained him to admit it, that made him pleased.

He wondered what was so special about you. Why were you so unique that the universe had granted you blood that made him crazy? Without even having to test the theory he knew other demon's would want you too. Frankly, he was concerned none of them had ever gotten to you before.

They definitely wouldn't now he was here. He'd make sure of that.

You stirred beside him, unconsciously reaching for him in your sleep. Your hand made contact with his bare chest. He placed his hand atop of yours securing it there, even some amount of skin to skin contact felt good. He had anticipated this new strong connection to weaken over the last few hours but it hadn't. Yoongi was concerned. That was not normal.

As much as he knew he should have never fed on you, the last few hours of pleasure made him realise he would do it all over again if given the chance. He'd never felt that good before. It was intoxicating and he worried he'd never find the willpower to stop. He was supposed to be a protector, not your lover.

Who would have thought that a human would be Min Yoongi's downfall, he ridiculed to himself as he drifted off to sleep. Not him.

***

Eventually you had to leave. You had human responsibilities, Yoongi was more than aware of. Not that it made him any less grumpy at the prospect of the physical pain that would come without you. He had no choice other than to grin and bear it.

For some reason, alcohol helped the pain. Yoongi had found some in your kitchen cupboards. He had known that it worked for humans, so he was pleasantly surprised when it worked for the agony the spell was bringing him. Any relief, however temporary was welcome at this point.

While you were at work his plan was to feed. Having fed on you twice now he didn't want to risk a third time. It was clear to him that it took a lot out of you by the way your energy levels dipped. You seemed lethargic as you readied yourself that morning. Not only would it be unwise to drink from you, it would be downright idiotic.

Unfortunately, he was hungry, which meant venturing out into the world.

His time on Earth thus far he had fed hundreds of times, usually opting for some scumbag human that deserved to die or at least suffer, as if he was some kind of chaotic vigilante. He was very much looking forward to the thrill of a fresh kill as he made his way out onto the streets.

It would be considerably more difficult to attack in the daylight, but he was a seasoned hunter. The ability of super human strength didn't hurt either.

Yoongi staked out one of his 'regular' haunts. A cafe a few miles from your apartment that teetered on the bad side of town. He would people watch for a while until he saw his target. It didn't take long for him to find exactly what he was looking for. It took even less time to drag the unsuspecting victim around the back of some industrial buildings where he could rip their throat out in peace.

He threw the lifeless body of his victim to the ground with little regard when he had finished eating, feeling much more like himself. Spending so much time around you lately had disconnected him slightly from his true sense of self, something he hadn't noticed until now. He dragged the body behind a dumpster. When he had successfully hidden the corpse he turned round to face something he hadn't encountered yet on earth.

Another demon.

"Min Yoongi, as I live and breathe."

He recognised him instantly. The scar's on his face and hands, messy black hair and hooded eyes. Taehyung was rather infamous back in his world. Notoriously reckless, ruthless, with a  don't-give-a-fuck-attitude to boot. Yoongi thought he was an annoying little shit who caused more trouble than he was worth.

The first time their paths had crossed was when Taehyung antagonised a group of much older, much more powerful demons, almost getting himself obliterated in the process. Yoongi had reluctantly saved his life. Yoongi had also regretted it ever since.

"Why are you here on earth?" Yoongi practically growled, using the sleeve of his forearm to swipe at the wet blood staining his lips and chin. He spat some excess onto the floor.

"Checking up on you, brother." Taehying grinned lopsidedly, dark hair flopping in his eyes. His arms folded across his chest and all Yoongi could think about was wiping the smug smile off of his face. No doubt the younger demon was loving the fact that Yoongi had been exiled.

"No need, brother." He sneered, mocking the supposedly friendly term.

"Are you sure? How's that human of yours?" Taehyung's head cocked to one side. "Dead yet?"

"If she was, you would have gotten word already." His eyes narrowed. "What do you really want Taehyung?"

"Maybe I've got a message. Or maybe.... I just wanna mess with you." He laughed.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and made to push past him but not without giving him such a rough shoulder barge that Taehyung stumbled. "Fuck off." He muttered as he walked away.

"You're in trouble, Yoongi!" Taehyung called after him. Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks.

"What the fuck does that mean?" He hissed over his shoulder only partially looking at the other man. His fists balled at his sides.

"You think I can't smell that human stench on you? You've been a naughty boy Min Yoongi."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He lied. Did he really smell like humans? Perhaps it had been the months he's spent on Earth, but the way Taehyung was speaking sounded like insinuated something else.

"Intercourse," Taehyung snickered, putting on a posh voice. "Is not allowed with humans. You know that."

Yoongi was well aware of that. However given his banishment he didn't think the rules of the underworld were applicable to him anymore. How can you be punished for breaking the rules of a world you were no longer part of?

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You're supposed to protect that human." Taehyung began. "It's dangerous for you to be in a relationship with her. You don't know what will happen."

"I'm not in a relationship with her."

"Whatever it is you're doing with her is not right. You're not supposed to be so involved." He stressed. "You fed off her."

"What? How - "

"I can sense it, you're not you. The smell, your eyes, everything. I'm telling you this is dangerous. Stop it and do what you're supposed to be doing."

"Or what?" Yoongi huffed with a mocking laugh. "I'll get exiled, again?"

"I don't know...but I do know, this is going to end badly, brother."

Yoongi stalked off without another word, cursing Taehyung under his breath for the rest of the afternoon.

***

When you returned from work you’d expected Yoongi to be there, but to your slight disappointment he was not. He wasn't your pet, it would be beyond absurd to expect him to hang around for you, no matter how bizarre the nature of your relationship was. This was the first time you'd been apart since everything happened. It's entirely possible the last few days could have been some insane dream.

You considered yourself practical, logical and realistic. Yet everything Yoongi had told you, shown you had you completely doubting your entire belief system. Magic wasn't real - yet you'd seen it (or what you considered it to be). Demons weren't real - yet, again, you'd witnessed it with your own eyes.

The majority of your day you had been unable to focus properly, head spinning with all these revelations. Your work had definitely suffered as a result, thankfully the man you were an assistant to was far too busy to notice anything. You'd have to get a grip soon before did.

You went about your usual post work routine, making dinner, talking to friends and unwinding with some Netflix. The later it got into the evening you quickly realised Yoongi probably wasn't going to be making an appearance. Recalling how he mentioned being away from you caused him pain you hoped he was alright.

Unless he'd somehow found a cure, maybe. Then he didn't need to come back. The thought shouldn't make you feel as empty as it did. Even though he repeatedly referred to himself as the bad guy, he felt like some guardian angel to you and you were thankful for that.

The best you could do for now was to distract yourself and hope he'd show up soon.

*** Several days later you screamed out loud when you'd entered your bedroom to find Yoongi there, sitting on your bed, arms behind his head as he sat against the headboard. There'd been no word, no appearance, nothing, from him at all. Total radio silence.

You were used to these sporadic meetings but it still was jarring. "You scared me!" You exclaimed. Much to your chagrin he just laughed.

"I enjoy the element of surprise." He said with a grin. You remained in the doorway with a frown. "Miss me?"

"No." It was only a half truth. What you felt was a mixture of curiosity and a need to feel wanted again.

"Are you sure about that?" He cocked a brow at you with a smirk. "You forget how in tune I am with your feelings now."

You groaned internally. In all honesty that fact had slipped your mind in the absence of his company. You pondered if that meant that you could never lie about your feelings to him again. The thought made you vulnerable. "Is it...bad? Like the last time you were here?"

"Yes." He answered bluntly. "It doesn't hurt as much when I'm away from you though."

"Oh. Good." You're not exactly sure how to respond to that. All of this was new to you.

"I missed you." He says as he shifted to sit at the edge of the bed, eyes on you the entire time.

"That's a lie."

"Well, kind of." He said slyly. "It's the spell. It keeps bringing me back here."

"Maybe you should have stayed away." You shot with a glare. Being reminded that he's literally forced to be around you when you actually enjoy it of your own free will bites a little.

"I didn't want to."

"But you just said - "

"Come here." It's not a question but a command. You found yourself padding over to him, feeling like a scolded child. He pulls you between his legs, arms securing you in place on your waist. His hands push your shirt up where his lips trail over your stomach. "Want you." He mumbled. You tried your best not to react.

You're reminded with how strong he is when he literally picked you up and placed you on your back against the mattress. Yoongi kneeled over you and attempted to remove your shirt completely but you didn't comply. "Don't fight me." He cooed, squeezing your sides. "I can feel you want it too."

"You don't want to be here."

"Y/N, if I didn't want to be here I wouldn't." He kissed you as his hands traced your body. "It would be hard, but I could really stay away. If I wanted to."

The shirt came off along with his own and you were slightly annoyed at yourself for giving in so easily. "You fucked me and then disappeared Yoongi, it doesn't work like that." You managed to get out as you tried not to get too lost in the sensation of his body on yours.

"There's a lot you don't understand." He murmured, sliding your skirt off. "I had a warning. I stayed away to see if it made a difference. It didn't."

You had no idea what the hell that meant but it was quickly forgotten when your panties came off. It was ridiculous how pliant you were for him. You restraint had lasted all of a few minutes.

"I've never done this before," He chuckled as his face settled between your legs. "I've always wanted to. My kind just...don't."

"What are you - ohhh." He cut you off when his mouth connected to your center. You almost wanted to laugh at the fact that he was an absolute beginner. It seemed such a stark contrast to his snarky, cocky personality how could it not be laughable?

Except the more his wet tongue moved between your lower lips the more pleasurable it felt. You weren't sure if you'd actually be able to cum from it but god, did it feel nice. "It's really useful being able to feel what feels good to you." He flashed you a wicked look as he paused momentarily. "Good?"

"Good." You breathed.

He continued, learning as he went. It only got better the longer he licked and sucked and before long your back was arched, a hand tangled in his hair. He grunted when you tugged a little too hard. "Use your fingers Yoongi, please." You whined.

Moments later two fingers pushed their way into your entrance and you let out a loud. He lifted his head up to watch your reaction as he went. "Tastes fucking great." He said, a tongue swiping out to lick his bottom lip. "I don't know what I like more, this or your blood."

You had no time to give him a response, a breathy gasp fell from you when his lips touched you again. You were wrong before, you were going to cum from this. Yoongi's tongue flicked faster in sync with his fingers and you came hard, unable to even voice it to him. When he pulled away, he was grinning smugly, proud.

It was the first time since you began fucking that he'd actually done something that was solely unselfish, for your pleasure only. Maybe it marked a shift in your dynamic, you didn't know. Whatever it was - you liked it.

*** You fucked until you were sore, letting him feed off of you as much as he wanted as he came inside you. It all became a blur at some point. When you finally couldn't take anymore, he backed away easily, a blooddrunk smile playing on his lips.

"Are you staying or leaving?" You asked, as you laid next to him in your bed, both of you twisted in the now ruined sheets. "I'm not going to beg you this time."

"I'm too fucked to do anything right now. I'm staying. Whether you want it or not." He rolled on his side so you were facing. "I'm sorry you're sore."

"It's worth it." You gave him a half smile. "Can I ask you something?"

Yoongi's eyes were already lidded with sleep, blinking slower and slower. Maybe in this relaxed stated he'd be a little more honest with you. "Ok." He mumbled.

"Why me?"

His eyes blinked open. "Why you what?"

"Why were you assigned, or punished - whatever - to me?" You said quickly. "I'm literally nobody. How could any one of your...people, care about me?"

Yoongi let out a long breath. A hand reached for your waist underneath the sheets and tugged you closer. Your legs were touching. "I don't know. That's the truth. All i was told is that you were important for our future."

"What?" You almost laughed, the idea sounded so absurd. "Me? What do I do? Fly in like superman and save you all?"

"Maybe." He smirked. "Really, I don't know. I wondered myself, too. I was really surprised when I saw you."

"Could be my magic blood." You joked. This time there was no humour on his face.

"It might be. So you better be careful, I know what you're like."

"I'm always careful." Yoongi gave you a pointed look, remembering the time you deliberately put yourself in danger. "Okay, I'm mostly careful."

"Sure." He rolled his eyes.

"You never told me what you did to end up here." You felt brave after the first question and dared to risk another.

"All you need to know is I'm a fucking saint compared to how I was back home." He yawned.

Something touched you about the way he referred to whatever kind of underworld he was from as 'home'. Not once did it ever occur to you that that's how he would view it. To you it seemed so far fetched it couldn't possibly exist. To Yoongi it was home. A home he wasn't ever allowed to return to.

"Why?"

"I don't know what you're asking, human." He was falling asleep again.

"Why were you so bad? You seem pretty good to me." You whispered. His breathing got heavier and heavier as you waited for an answer. Before you knew it, Yoongi was fast asleep.

***

Unlike his surprise visit from Taehyung, Yoongi had some warning about Seokjin's arrival. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and a chill ran down his spine. His eyes shot open. Every sense was on high alert. You were fast asleep and he did his best to get away without waking you. He wanted Seokjin nowhere near you.

Yoongi ended up scrambling down the fire escape after hastily throwing on some clothes. However he never made it far. Seokjin appeared in the parking lot as if from thin air. "Get back here." He called lowly. Yoongi knew better than to disobey. He froze.

"What now?" Yoongi grumbled, meeting the older man's eyes.

"You didn't fucking listen to Taehyung!" Seokjin bellowed, voice like thunder. "Now I've been sent here to make sure you hear the message loud and clear."

"And what message is that?" He quipped before he could stop himself. It only served to enrage Seokjin more.

"Keep your dick and mouth off that human. Don't go anywhere near her. You don't have to watch her anymore. You're relieved of your duties."

Yoongi could only stand there dumbfounded and watch as Seokjin waved a hand, the tattooed spells that bound him to you slowly disappeared as if they never existed in the first place. He was beyond confused. "Am I coming back?"

Seokjin let out a mocking laugh. "You were exiled brother. That means forever."

"Why doesn't she need protected anymore?"

"You don't need to know. You've been ordered." Seokjin backhanded Yoongi so hard across the face that he fell down from the force. "Do as you're told."

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The Case of the Murdered Witch Doctors | Chapter 6

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 The Charm of Lost Things (Oneshot Follow-up) Creative Process Note Commissioned Art Piece

Pairing: Ride or Die | Ellie x Colt Summary:  “From the first day I met her, she was the only woman to me.” - Arthur Conan Doyle, The Return of Sherlock Holmes  Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: PG-18 (Kinky vampire sex. You have been warned!)  @rodappreciationweek @lovehugsandcandy

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Ellie doesn’t remember how fast he drove back to the shop or how easily, almost ridiculously, he was able to weave through traffic as if the red lights were mere suggestions. But she does remember how quickly he guided her off of the bike when they arrived at the shop, how molded his body against hers on the front door and how he pulled her into a hard and hungry kiss.

Once they’re able to peel themselves away from the front door of the shop, he easily leads her up a flight of stairs and into his bedroom before he slams the door shut behind him.

Ellie smirks when she sees the bed in the center of the room. “I’ll be honest, I expected a coffin.”

Colt lets out a chuckle before he walks towards her as he takes off his jacket and shirt on the way while Ellie’s eyes hungrily roam the expanse of his muscled torso.

“Lucky for you,” Colt smiles when he reaches her and places his hand on her hips, gripping tight. “I’m not a cliché.”

Ellie quickly wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down back to her lips. Colt reaches down to guide her legs around his waist and Ellie obliges easily before he moves closer to the bed and practically drops her on top of the bedsheets. Ellie observes him hungrily as he takes off his jeans and kicks them to the side before he climbs on top of her and straddles her. She follows after him, hurriedly taking off her jacket and shirt and pushing down her black pants, just as he descends to capture her lips again.

She buries her fingers into his hair and grips the black strands to pull him away from her lips. As much as she wants to continue kissing him, she wants something more.

Colt leans back to look down at her, his eyes hungry and impatient. Ellie smirks at the look on his face before she turns her head to the side, the smooth expanse of her neck exposed to him.

“Go ahead.”

Colt grits his teeth to physically stop himself from latching on to her neck. “Shit. Really?”

Ellie chuckles as she slowly moves one hand down his chest and lets her nails lightly scratch the flush of his skin. “If we’re doing this. Might as well go all in, right?”

Colt chuckles, his voice strained and rough as he leans down and carefully, almost tenderly, kisses the pulse point on her neck. “Then let’s do this properly.”

Ellie doesn’t have time to question his words when he moves too quickly for her brain to follow. His hand moves to pull down her underwear before he easily fits his hand between her thighs. Ellie lets out a moan, her back arching off of the bed, when he starts to rub and circle her clit—adjusting the pressure and speed according to her moans and verbal encouragements.

Colt observes her carefully, his breath caught in his throat, as the hunger in him starts to pull at him incessantly. He wants to feed on her so badly, the tips of his fangs almost puncturing his bottom lip, but he wants to do it properly—to savor the taste of her in every possible way so that he can give her the kind of pleasure that will permanently bind her to his bed.

“Colt…” She moans out, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, as she opens her legs wider to him. “I want you.”

Colt smirks, a smug and triumphant look prominently displayed on his face.

“I know,” He says as he moves his fingers down and pushes into her opening, burying two fingers to the knuckle. “Look at how wet and ready you are for me.”

Ellie wants to say something back, something to bring down his ego just a little, but she can’t form a coherent thought when he curls his fingers just so and it has her bucking into his hand uselessly. She squeezes her eyes shut, fully letting herself focus on the feelings that he stokes inside of her, as she blindly reaches for him to pull him back to her lips.

Colt readily surrenders himself to her and leans down to give her a bruising and hard kiss. He lets the edges of his fang scrape her bottom lip before he moves down to her neck and leaves little nips and bites that are bound to turn into hickeys tomorrow.

Colt realizes how helpful it is that she doesn’t smell like anything. If she smelled human, he would’ve started feeding on her the moment he fitted his mouth against her neck. If she smelled like a witch, he would’ve never gotten this close without gagging at the burnt sugar smell.

But now he realizes how dangerous it is that she smells like absolutely nothing and he still wants to fuck her and to feed on her. Beyond his animalistic interest and desires and beyond his vampiric hunger, Colt just wants her.

Colt groans into her skin when he feels her muscles clinch around his fingers, his eyes squeezing shut as his brain fries when he imagines what it’ll feel like if it’s his coc—

“I might not taste good,” Ellie confesses, her voice suddenly shy and vulnerable. “I’m still half a witch. Half a magical creature.”

Colt opens his eyes and he pulls away from her neck to look down at her. His answer is sure, his eyes resolute, when he says, “I don’t care.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow at him, her voice a little teasing. “What were your words again? ‘It’s gross’.”

Colt smirks as he pulls out his fingers, earning a small groan of disappointment from her, and fits it in his mouth to lick and lap up her wetness with his tongue. Ellie looks at him in absolute shock, her cheeks burning with a blush.

“Ellie I don’t care,” He grins at the wide-eyed look she gives him before he presses his hard length against her hips for emphasis. “I want to taste you. All of you.”

Ellie whimpers a little before she nods at him and reaches down to pull his underwear off. He moves to help her to quickly to get the offending material off of his legs before he leans down to kiss her once more. He reaches around her back, unhooks her bra, and tugs it off of her body in one swift move.

Completely naked and bare underneath him, Colt leans back to soak in the image—burn it into every crevice of his brain if he has to—before he reaches out to push back the strands of hair that are sticking to her slightly sweaty forehead.

Ellie laughs at the ministrations as she reaches up to lay her hand on top of his. “You’re gentle.”

“Trust me baby. I can be both,” Colt smirks before he takes his cock in his hand and pushes it against her wet opening, he looks up at her one last time—giving her the opportunity to back out—but when he sees nothing but want and hunger in her dark blue eyes, he pushes himself into her slowly and steadily.

The groan he presses into her skin when he drops his head on her shoulder is unrestrained and rough. He manages to let out a curse when he fully seats himself inside of her, every fiber of his being telling him to fuck her, but he waits for a moment. He gives her time to adjust, gives her room to breathe.

“Move Colt,” She begs and grinds her hips against his. “Please.”

He doesn’t wait any longer as he grips her hips tight and sets a punishing and hard pace with each thrust. And fuck he’s already addicted. To the sounds she makes, to the way her body moves so well against his and to the wanton way she seems to keen his name. Colt can’t imagine a better moment than this.

Ellie’s mouth hangs open and she reaches out to his shoulder, her nails digging deep into his skin, as she hooks her legs around his waist to pull his hips flush to her. She squeezes her eyes shut, the feeling building inside her like an inferno.

“That’s it Ellie,” He coos as he lets his hand wander down to her clit, his fingers moving in rough and tantalizing circles as he observes her face closely. “Come for me.”

It’s ridiculous, absolutely maddening, how the combination of his voice and his body can dismantle every part of her so easily. She feels it so close, scratching at the edges of her foggy brain, when finally—finally—she feels it. And just as she’s about to let go, to teeter off and jump down the edge, Colt fits his mouth to the side of her neck, bares his fangs, and sinks into her skin.

Ellie lets out a loud gasp, the pain instant but brief as it slowly gives way to an unimaginable pleasure that has her body aching in ways she’s never felt before as Colt continues to fuck into her release in sharp and hard thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck oh my god!”

Ellie can only manage a string of curses that seems to tangle in her tongue as she desperately holds on to the feeling as much as she can before it disappears. She grips his shoulder tight as she arches her back to press her chest against his while her moans come out broken, heady and desperate.

And briefly, she muses, that she now knows the feeling of when people talk about a mind-blowing orgasm.

Colt groans into her skin as he continues to taste and feed off of her blood, his mind in a thick and deep haze. He works through the tightness of her muscles clinching and twitching around him and with a few more hard and purposeful thrusts, he pushes into the deepest parts of her and comes with the groan that scratches his vocal chords.

He reluctantly pulls his mouth off of her neck and quickly licks the wound as he properly coats it with his saliva to create a faux skin until the bite heals over in a few hours. Once he’s finished with his ministrations, he leaves a lasting and possessive kiss on the remnants of his fangs before he lifts his head to look down at her.

A triumphant and cocky smile pulls on his lips at the absolute look of awe, shock, pleasure, and euphoria displayed on her face. All just for him. All because of him.

“Okay—shit. Wait—shit,” She tries to form words, she really does, but her thoughts seem to escape her when she still feels the full and lingering effects of her orgasm wracking her body.

Colt merely chuckles as he pulls out of her, lays down on the other side of the bed, and pushes back his damp hair. He turns to look at her, suddenly feeling a little awkward at what they should do next. He doesn’t even remember the last time he’s brought a girl over to his bedroom since he prefers to feed and fuck in his private room in the nightclub. So he goes through his options.

Pillow talk? He’s never done that. Cuddle? He’s definitely never done that.

But somehow a part of him desperately wants that right now.

So he chances it and slings his arms over her waist, pulling her a little closer, and he’s relieved that she doesn’t push him away but instead molds her body against his and lays her head on top of his chest. And fuck Colt already knows that this is dangerous.

Because he likes having her in his arms like this. He likes it a lot more than he thought he would.

“Okay I can talk now,” Ellie announces before she places a hand on his chest and looks up at him with wide eyes and a brilliant smile. “Wow Colt.”

Colt bursts out in laughter, his eyes glinting it a brilliant gold, as he wraps his arms around her waist. “That’s all you can say?”

“That’s all I can manage,” Ellie confesses honestly, her eyes shining in a bright blue. “Please tell me this isn’t just a hit it and quit it situation.”

“Careful Ellie,” Colt warns with a smirk as he takes her chin between his fingers. “That shit can be addictive. Too much in a short period of time could permanently fry your brain.”

“But what a way to go eh?” Ellie teases and Colt chuckles with a grin as he naturally buries his fingers into her hair, tangling and lightly pulling on the strands. Ellie hums in appreciation as she drops her chin on top of his chest and looks at him curiously. “How did it taste by the way?”

Colt pauses as he searches through his hazy memory, even licking the inside of his mouth to catch traces of her blood but he realizes that he was so lost in her—he completely forgot to pay attention to the taste. That has never happened to him. Colt is observant and careful and he takes his feedings seriously. Because, just like Ximena said, everyone’s blood tastes different and he tends to be picky with his.

And yet the girl on top of him completely sent him into a state of delirium that her blood could have tasted like absolute shit and he wouldn’t know it—he wouldn’t care.

“Like nothing,” He lies. Or at least he feels like it’s a lie. Because he honestly can’t even begin to describe the feelings that she’s brought out of him and the thoughts he’s wading through right now.

“Well that’s anticlimactic,” Ellie comments before she tilts her head to the side and presses her cheek against his chest. “You didn’t hate it though, right?”

“No,” The opposite really. He’s addicted now. “I didn’t hate it Ellie.”

“That’s good,” Ellie sighs in relief before her brain catches up to her and she realizes that their little tryst is over and she hates that feeling. But she can’t fool herself into thinking that this is anything but sex. So she pushes herself up, her palms pressed flat against his chest, as she looks at him awkwardly. “So uh…I should get going.”

“Not yet,” Colt stops her, his arms tightening around her waist. “Stay for a bit.”

She really shouldn’t. She really should go. She still has a case to work on and to solve and she can’t be here cuddling up with the vampire who’s helping her investigation.  

And yet…

She drops herself back on his chest, presses her cheek against his warm chest, and closes her eyes. A comforting and relaxed silence settles between them, so much so that Ellie already feels the pull of exhaustion and sleep creeping up in her mind. But she tries to fight it off, to keep it at bay so she won’t accidentally end up sleeping on top of him.

“Hey,” Colt calls out and Ellie hums weakly in response. “How did you feel finding out that you were a half-witch?”

Ellie opens her eyes, confusion clearly written on her face as she pushes herself up a little to look at him. She opens her mouth then closes it. She tries to read his body language. If he’s messing with her or if he’s looking for an opening to take a jab at Miss Half a Witch again but nothing on his face, in his tone or his body language suggested that.

So she answers honestly.

“It didn’t really matter to me. I grew up in the mortal world and I didn’t know much about this world and how much half-creatures are discriminated against until I actively studied and trained to join the Agency. I just thought it was pretty cool that I could do magic. Made a lot of science projects so much more interesting for me and confusing for my teachers.”

Colt chuckles wearily as a muted gold flits by his eyes. “Guess it’s easier for witches then.”

“Yeah…” Something is ringing in Ellie’s mind, a puzzle that Colt is laying out for her. But the only answer she can gauge from his statement is —too illogical, too controversial. So she’s careful, tries not to jump to conclusions, when she asks, “As…opposed to…other half-creatures?”

“Yeah,” Colt says as he gazes into her eyes, the gold wild and vulnerable when he says his next words. “Like half-vampires. You can never be part of the mortal world because the sun’s gonna fry you to ashes.”

Ellie looks at him with wide eyes as her voice sticks to her throat. Her mind is a blur and her heart thumps wildly against her chest as she goes through every possible scenario in her head as to why he’s possibly saying this to her. She settles on one idea. An idea that, frankly, makes her furious.

“Are you messing with me Colt?” She glares at him as she motions to move out of his grasp. “Because I swear if you’re saying this to tease me, this is going too far even for you—”

“It’s not Ellie,” Colt sighs as he lets his arms fall away from her waist before he nervously weaves his hand through his hair. “Fuck, even I’m not sure why I’m telling you this. Shit.”

Ellie nervously looks at him as she sits on the bed and pulls the pillow to cover her chest. She stares at him and the nervous energy that’s bouncing off of him doesn’t go unnoticed by her.

“Are you serious?” Ellie says in awe as she looks at him from head to toe as if the new information she’s just learned about him has suddenly morphed him into another person. “You’re a…a…”

“A half-vampire yeah,” Colt grunts as he sits up and presses his back against the headboard. He avoids her eyes and opts to look straight ahead. “My Ma’s a mortal but nobody knows about her whereabouts but me.”

“Wait so—hold on, so if? Okay, wait—” She can’t even properly untangle her thoughts. The questions and conclusions coming into her head in rapid fire. Like the fact that the rumor of why Teppei Kaneko kept his only son away from the crew was because he was born out of wedlock—wrong, it’s because he’s a half-vampire. Or the fact that there’s a rumor that Colt’s mother never took back Teppei’s ashes from the Vault in the last three years was because she abandoned Teppei for keeping their son away from his rightful legacy to the Kaneko name—wrong, it’s because she’s mortal and he’s a half-vampire.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Ellie says in one breath full of disbelief and realization as she drops her head to the pillow in front of her chest and buries her face into it.  

“Yeah, fuck.”

Ellie lifts her head to look at him. “Does anybody else know?” She pauses when she realizes how stupid she sounds. “Of course not! Nobody else can know this! Heck I shouldn’t be knowing this!”

“Yeah well now you do,” Colt turns to her and allows himself to laugh a little at the scenario. His worst secret and he tells it to girl he’s only known for a couple of days. “And Ximena knows too,” Colt grinds his teeth and his eyes narrow in anger. “Shaw suspects but nothing concrete. My pops made sure of that.”

“Okay, okay,” She reassures herself as she works on her breathing so she can bring her scattered thoughts back into control. “Do you also have a time limit? To what? Being under the sun?”

“Pretty much,” Colt shrugs and looks at her with a small smile as he brings up his arm and taps on the glass surface of his wristwatch. “Six hours is the max. I can push it by seven but it gets a little sizzle-ly by then.”

“You shouldn’t just answer my questions like that! And you say I have no self-preservation?!”

Colt snickers. Which he shouldn’t do. He has no business snickering at the situation right now and yet here he is doing just that. “What’s the point of hiding anything now? You already know.”

Ellie groans helplessly. She knows that he’s right, of course he’s right, but it doesn’t make the revelation any less difficult to digest. But at the very least, even if her brain is a mess and a half right now, she knows the one thing she has to do—the one thing she has to say.

“I won’t say anything. To anyone. I owe you that much for telling me.”

“I know you won’t,” Colt smiles confidently but he can’t hide the relief in his eyes. He expected it, maybe that’s why he told her, but it’s still nice to hear the words come out of her mouth. He trusts her. Which is a strange feeling for him since he rarely ever trusts anyone. 

“But let me check just in case,” He teases.

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Check?”

Colt nods and moves closer towards her. He leans over her with a wide smile as he takes the pillow away from her chest and places his palm flat against her heart. Her eyes widen, the memory of the night at the club coming back to her, and the realization dawns on her.

“You can tell if I’m lying?”

“Yeah,” He grins, his hand heating up her skin underneath his palm. “Just like how no one can smell you, I got my own thing too. But arguably, mine is a lot better.”

“Are you freaking serious—” Ellie reins in her annoyance at the injustice of it all (that would be so helpful to her as a detective!) as she takes a deep breathe to remind herself that he needs this reassurance. Especially at the prospect of what he could lose if it gets out that the current head of the Primordial Kaneko family is a half-vampire. So she gazes into his eyes and her voice is resolute and confident when she makes her promise.

“I’ll keep your secret Colt. I won’t tell anyone.”

A small beat of silence passes between them before a brilliant smile spreads on his lips and he pulls her into a kiss that leaves her breathless. Relieved, happy, grateful—he pours it all into the kiss and she happily reciprocates in kind.

“And you gave me so much shit for being a half-witch,” Ellie says, her voice teasing and light.

Colt grins. “I never gave you shit for being a half-witch. I gave you shit because you’re reckless and annoying.”

“Yeah? Well get used to it because I don’t like you.”

Colt’s eyes widen for a moment before a wide smile pulls on his lips. His eyes light up in a mix of gold that Ellie has never seen before. A mix of something brilliant and soft and she can’t help but be bewitched by the way he looks at her.

And she realizes that she likes the feeling. She likes it a lot.

Suddenly, she feels nails dig into the skin of her chest and she looks down at the source. When she sees his palm still firmly on top of her heart, the realization dawns on her. When she said that she doesn’t like him…and the fact that he can pick up on lies…

Ellie looks back up at him with wide and panicked eyes, an embarrassed flush taking hold of her cheeks.

But Colt doesn’t take notice, doesn’t care, when he pushes her back on the bed with a triumphant and cocky smile and leans down to brush his lips against hers before he whispers the one word they both know to be true.

“Lie.”

#rodaw #choices rod #colt x ellie #colt kaneko #vampire au #detective au #witch au #murder mystery #ns*w #cw: blood #cw: police #my writing

[ashintheairlikesnow]

The Rescue: Danny’s Mom

for the Anon who asked what Danny’s mom said to him that affected him so badly, this one is for you!

CW: Implied/referenced past violence/ sexual assault (vague), emotional abuse

His parents are coming.

There is no life before Abraham.

He’s at a small town police station somewhere in Alberta, and Ryan called their parents just to get Danny back to California faster, and the Alberta cops aren’t happy about it and Danny isn’t either, but he doesn’t say anything.

He’s having trouble following things here - police officers go in and out, sometimes people in regular clothes he thinks are detectives. They keep calling him by the old name, the one that isn’t his anymore, and he can’t seem to make anyone understand that he’s not allowed that name. That name belonged to a person, and he isn’t one.

My name is Red and I belong to Abraham Denner.

He keeps trying to explain, but they don’t listen to him. 

They keep calling him Daniel or Mr. Michaelson, and he tries not to answer to it, because it’s not his name now, it’s against the rules, but he’s so tired and eventually he gives up and just hopes no one will hurt him.

They keep trying to get him to wash his own face, but he makes himself so small that they give up and leave the damp paper towel on the table. They brought him a blanket and he shied away from it until they left. He’s wrapped in it now against the air in the chilly room.

He said thank you, though. He says thank you for everything they bring, because you have to be grateful to be good.

They bring him band-aids he doesn’t want, because after so many months with the thing on his face he doesn’t want anything to cover up even an inch of the skin there ever, ever again. No one orders him to put them on so he leaves them in a pile on the table.

The air over the raw, open wounds across his nose and cheekbones and jaw burns and it hurts and it feels like heaven.

They bring him food while they question Nate in one of the other places in this building, but they don’t tell him if he’s allowed to eat it, so it goes cold and they look disappointed that he wasn’t hungry and take it away again. I was hungry, he thinks, desperately, please I haven’t eaten since last night and Abraham only gave me a little but he doesn’t get to ask, that’s not how it works, he has to wait until permission is given.

Puppies beg when their owners want to hear them, and otherwise they wait to be fed.

When they take the food away he has to bite his lower lip until it hurts to keep from crying at the loss. It had looked like so much food, too, maybe even enough to feel full, and he hasn’t been given that much food unless he is very good in so long. But it’s gone, and they never let him eat it. Why would they even bring it if they weren’t going to give him permission?

They brought a mug of awful weak coffee, and that time Nate was in the room - they keep taking Nate to ask him questions and then letting him come back in for a while and then taking him back so he can answer all of the same questions asked by someone else - and Nate knew to tell him that it was okay to drink it, so he’s had a full mug of that. It helped his stomach stop growling, at least, and the detective who brought it to him smiled when he told her thank you.

He is very thankful for the coffee.

He is grateful, he is following the rules, he is good.

I want to be good, please tell me what good means here.

The detective who brought him the coffee came back a few minutes ago to tell the puppy she thinks is Danny that his parents will be here soon, and his brother is going to come in with them. Ryan was here earlier, and Danny remembers him the best, the most - Abraham took everything, but he couldn’t take Ryan away.

Ryan came for him alone at first. It was Ryan the Alberta cops called when they decided Nate was telling the truth, that the damaged man in front of them resembled a missing persons’ photo of Daniel Michaelson that the cops in California sent up to them to verify.

They asked him if he had anyone to call, and Danny could only remember Ryan’s number and no one else’s, but now his parents are coming, too, and he doesn’t want them here.

There is still enough of who he used to be that Danny no sooner thinks about not wanting his parents to come into this police station - he hasn’t spoken to them for more than a couple of strained phone calls since five and a half years ago - than he hears the voices of relatives and friends and Michaelson Logging business partners hiss, you should be more grateful, the others at that group home would have killed to adopted by them, they’ll make this all happen faster, you should be more grateful.

Be grateful.

He still sits in the same room where they first brought him, a break room or something. The walls are a weirdly dark beige, and there’s a couch older than him he doesn’t dare sit in. He feels like he thought police stations in Canada would be different, somehow, but mostly all that changes is the labels on some of the snacks in the vending machines. Everything else is mostly the same.

He should really be on the floor, but when he tried to sit down on the tile when he first came in everyone got upset and told him to get into a chair, and Nate said it was okay, so he’s still there in the folding chair, sitting at a small card table with his shoulders hunched nearly to his ears, blanket pulled tightly around himself.

Only people get to use the furniture. Dogs sit on the floor.

But if they told him to sit in the chair, that makes it okay, right? Sometimes Bram let him sit on the couch if he was good, if he curled up against him, if he sought out the affection he didn’t want, that he hated. If he sat, miserable and shaking, and tried to pretend that he was happy.

Pl-please, please R-R-Red, wake up, y-you have to c-c-come back to m, to me, he’d heard Nate’s voice, choked with tears and guilt and terror, felt the thumbs slip across his wounded face when the muzzle came off, felt Nate’s forehead lean in to just touch his, the slightest hint of warmth. Or someone else felt it, someone else heard, while Danny was still buried deep inside himself. Please, G-God, please, th-there has to be enough of y-y-you left to s-save.

Pl-please, please t-tell me I w-w-wasn’t too late.

There are vending machines along a corner; three food ones, one that has soda and water, and finally a coffee one. He stares longingly at the coffee vending machine, but he can’t ask for money, and it’s not like he and Nate have any.

Maybe when Ryan comes back? Ryan will see him looking at the vending machine and maybe know what he wants and give him money and permission. Ryan used to make fun of him for wanting to get coffee out of the vending machine at every single rest stop during their dad’s mandatory family bonding road trip the summer he turned sixteen.

Danny sits up, blinking, surprised at the sudden clarity of the memory. He never remembers anything anymore, but all at once he remembers this.

He looks around the dingy room with its yellowed florescent lighting and tries to think of the last time he remembered anything from before as clearly as he remembers Ryan, fourteen years old and all elbows and knees and careless laughter, mocking Danny as he fed quarters into the machine and watched it pour his steaming hot coffee into a little cup.

There is no life before Abraham.

But there was, there had been, and Abraham couldn’t punish him for remembering it anymore. Danny takes a quick, shallow breath, and the memory of his affectionate irritation with his little brother - he can even remember what state they were in, it was Illinois and the land was so flat, the sky had felt so immense and like it could crash down on them at any moment - feels like a gift.

Be grateful for every gift you are given.

“Thank you,” He whispers, and he’s not sure who he’s thanking, but it’s safer to say thank you anyway, to follow the rules even if Nate tells him he doesn’t have to anymore. “Thank you for Ryan.”

He’s wearing the same thin cotton pj pants he had on when they drove away from the cabin, the tops of his thighs marked with soot stains from Nate’s hands, a smear of black across his cheekbone and on the shoulder of his shirt. He still smells a little like the smoke, he thinks, and Nate’s clothes had smelled faintly of the gasoline he’d poured all around the cabin before he lit the flames.

The only thing they’ve already taken is the leather dog collar from around his neck, sliding it off. The cops had hissed softly through their teeth at the rubbed-raw scars underneath, removing the collar while wearing plastic gloves, putting it into a large ziploc bag and taking it away. Danny had watched it go with a pounding, terrified heartbeat.

He wasn’t allowed to take it off. Only Bram was allowed to take the dog collar off, only Bram, not even Nate was allowed.

But no one came to punish him for it, and after a while someone told Nate that Abraham was handcuffed to a hospital bed being treated for smoke inhalation, that he had been conscious but couldn’t speak, had no voice beyond a whisper.

Good, Nate had said in a low, steady voice, his hand on Danny’s shoulder. D-D-Don’t let h-him sp, speak. Whatever y-you do, don’t l-let him speak.

Danny’s parents are coming, and Ryan said they’re bringing new clothes for him and some things Nate can wear, too, so the cops can take the clothes they have on for evidence.

He hears Ryan before he sees anyone, and Danny listens to his brother’s rapid-fire speech, clearly filling Corrine and Patrick in on everything as they come closer. “You really should talk to the trauma expert first,” Ryan is saying.

“He’s my son, Ryan, I don’t need to do any such thing,” Patrick rumbles in his low, deep voice.

Oh, Danny thinks in a sudden bitter burst of the person he was before he became the dog, oh, now I’m your fucking son all of a sudden. Must be a photographer somewhere to impress.

Danny blinks, sitting quickly back into his hunch, face burning with worry at the rebellious, disobedient thoughts. The cursing angry person inside of him that he normally kept pushed far, far down beneath Red.

There was no life before Abraham.

I want to be good.

“I’m sure Danny will be glad to hear that,” Ryan says, and there’s a dry, sarcastic note to his warm voice that makes Danny smile, just the barest bit. Even Ryan knows better than to buy Patrick’s he’s my son thing. “But look, I had to talk to Rosalie Laurent before I got to see him and it really might be a good idea if you did, too-”

“Just fill us in.” Corrine’s voice now, breezy and unworried. No doubt they tried to stop her at the front desk and she simply breezed past them, the way she has always flashed her rings and her wealth and the steely determination in her dark brown eyes and breezed past any objection.

How does he know so much about them when he can barely remember their faces?

There was nothing before Abraham, and there is nothing after.

But this was before, and after, and this was something.

“Okay, fine.” Ryan sighs, heavily, and Danny knows they’ve stopped right outside the door, now, though he can’t see them yet. “Listen to me. Don’t try to touch him yet, he doesn’t like that. The trauma expert said he, um, he was touched a lot against his will-”

“Oh my God,” Corrine says, in a voice that blends horrified disgust and a certain kind of awful fascination. “Ryan, you’re not saying-”

“It’s not my place to say. That’s all medical stuff and I’m not going to share it with anyone. They only told me because I was listed on Danny’s old primary care records as his next-of-kin and emergency contact.” Ryan’s got a stubborn note in his voice now.

“But we’re his parents,” Corrine says, voice faltering a little.

“Mom, you haven’t been an emergency contact since junior year, don’t do this. I’m the only one on the list, so the information stays with me.”

Thank you, Danny thinks, wants to say, wants so badly. Thank you for standing up for me. I am so grateful for you, I am good.

“I suppose I can understand that,” Corrine says finally, hesitantly.

“Right. Good. So don’t try to touch him. And don’t speak too loudly or move too quickly, he’s really scared of everything right now. Please just give him lots of space, speak softly, and don’t feel bad if he acts like he doesn’t remember you. Dr. Laurent said he dissociates as a coping mechanism-”

“The trauma expert is a doctor?” Corrine asks, curious.

“She has a doctorate,” Ryan replies. “She’s not, like, a medical doctor, but she’s honestly been more helpful than any of them were, so-”

“Fine, fine, fine.” As Patrick speaks, Danny closes his eyes and thinks he can see Patrick Michaelson counting the words off on his fingers. Another thing he doesn’t remember because he is not allowed but he does remember, anyway. “Don’t touch, don’t speak loudly, don’t move quickly, don’t be upset if he’s… distant. Is that all?”

“And call him Red. Yeah.” Ryan takes a deep breath, loudly enough that Danny can hear it even through the door. “And just… be nice to him, okay?”

“When have we ever not been nice to him?” Corrine asks, offended.

“We’ve only ever treated Danny just like he’s part of our family, Ryan.” Patrick’s voice dips into disappointment, not quite insulted, not quite injured. “We missed him.”

The angry Daniel Michaelson raises his head once again to hiss that’s news to me, Patrick, before Danny jams that person back down in a flare of panic. He wasn’t Daniel Michaelson now, he was Red.

I want to be good.

But I don’t want to be good for them.

But I have to be good.

I want to be good.

Ryan opens the door, coming in first, carrying a couple of plastic bags by one hand, flashing Danny a soft, hesitant smile. Their first reunion hadn’t gone the way Ryan had wanted, Danny knew, and he felt guilty that he couldn’t be good enough to be Danny for Ryan, but Red was safer.

Red followed the rules.

“Hey, Red,” Ryan says, clearly struggling with the name Abraham had given him, flashing an expression of disgust. “I brought Mom and Dad by. They’re going to help you get back to America a little faster. They brought your passport and stuff… they wanted to see you.”

They wanted to be photographed coming in to see me, you mean. They want to be in the papers, they want to be good parents for the press like they’ve always been, everything for the company, everything for the press.

Shut up. Stop it. Be good.

Think good thoughts.

Think Red thoughts.

My name is Red and I belong to Abraham Denner. Just the puppy. Puppies are good. Puppies want to be good.

My name is Red.

The thought calms him, and he nods slowly, pushing himself out of his chair to stand, blanket still wrapped around his shoulders. He’s hunched over, but still taller than any of them and he knows it, and he feels strange and stretched out as Corrine and Patrick Michaelson enter the room.

They look a little older than four years ago, maybe, but not by much. Corrine is, as usual, impeccably and perfectly dressed, sliding her deep teal peacoat off her shoulders to reveal a sweater that shows only a hint of one bare brown shoulder. Patrick’s wearing a suit, looking like he had come straight from a business meeting - a little rumpled where Corrine has not one hair out of place.

Just like always, in the memories he doesn’t have but which bleed around Abraham’s training and whisper in his mind anyway.

Danny tries on a thin smile for them, fixing his eyes somewhere near their feet, noting Corrine’s heels clicking on the tile as she moves closer to him. His heart starts to speed up, beating so fast he’s nearly dizzy from the rush of blood.

Stay back.

(don’t pull away from me, little Red)

Please don’t get that close.

“We’re so happy they found you,” Corrine says in a rush of perfectly practiced sincerity. “Oh, Danny-”

“Red, honey,” Patrick rumbles from just behind her, keeping his distance. Danny is so grateful for the distance, right now, with the same ferocity he used to be furious with it before. “Remember? Ryan said to call him Red for now.”

“M-My name is Red,” Danny offers, in a halting, soft voice. “My name is Red and I belong-”

“It’s okay, Red,” Ryan soothes him, setting the bags down on a table, pulling out a sweater and a pair of jeans. “I told them already. I brought you some stuff to wear back. These might be big on you now, you’ve… um, lost some weight… but they’ll get us home and we can buy more then, yeah?”

Danny just nods, staring still at Corrine’s shoes, which are moving closer to him, closer and closer and they’re too close.

Corrine moves up to him and takes his face in her hands, lifting it to meet her eyes. He can’t flinch. He’s not allowed.

Stop touching me stop touching me stop touching me

Never reject a touch

Never pull away

(don’t you want to be good?)

I want to be good

Danny goes still, staring at her with eyes that are too wide and frightened to truly see. The  warmth of her hands makes his skin crawl, his heart pound.

He wants to pull away from her, he wants to tear away and hide in the corner, he wants he wants he wants but he is the puppy and puppies don’t get to want, they do what they’re told, so he holds himself still. He just has to try harder.

Danny whispers, “I can be good.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Corrine says, lifting his face to the light, her eyes focused on the ring of red, raw open wounds around his face. “Oh sweetie, look at how awful this is.”

“He knows, Mom, don’t touch him.“ Ryan looks up, warm amber eyes narrowed. “Let go of him, he doesn’t want to be touched right now. He doesn’t like being touched.”

Corrine ignores her younger son, running her finger along the notch cut deeply into each side of his jaw. There’s a trail left behind, hot shame burning the ring in his face.

He can feel her eyes on the ridge cut hard into the top of his nose, and Danny feels bile in his throat that he has to fight back with a constant drumbeat of be good be good be good.

“Mom! Let go of him, he doesn’t like that!” Ryan snaps the words, and Danny fights back a wince at the sound of his defensive anger.

Pets don’t get to be angry.

“Honey, he’s fine, look, he doesn’t mind. Do you mind, Danny?“

I’m not Danny anymore. I’m not anyone.

“Whatever you want,” He repeats, numbly, trying not to throw up all over her.

“He’s not allowed to tell you if he minds, Mom, it was a whole thing that asshole did to him! Just drop your fucking hands!”

“Language, Ryan,” Patrick warns, but turns to Corrine. “Darling, he did speak to the expert, you should-”

“Just a moment,” Corrine murmurs.

Ryan moves to pull her back, but before he can reach out to her, Corrine looks Danny right in the eyes.

The look on her face is one of supreme isn’t this what we always expected of you, and it’s a look Danny has seen so many times before, in the life he was told to forget.

It has never hurt quite like this.

(I love it when you cry for me, little Red. Are you going to cry now? That’s my good, good boy…)

She has blurred in his vision, his eyes helpfully filling with tears so he can’t see the look on her face any longer, but it doesn’t protect him.

Corrine shakes her head and says, in a tone of mixed disappointment and the faded sort of conditional affection that she has always felt for him in place of love, “Oh, Danny, how could you let him do this to you? How could you let that happen to your face?”

#Daniel Michaelson's story #whump #broken whumpee #rescued whumpee #rescue whump #dehumanization #post-captivity #rescued #tw: emotional abuse #tw: abusive parents #pet whump #angry caretaker #trauma recovery #conditioning #deconditioning #touch aversion

[yandere-daydreams]

Everyone remember Zacharia, from that NSFW Piece from a while ago (here it is, if you don’t)? Well, a lovely anonymous commissioned funded a continuation, and I’m not proud to say that I too eagerly complied. Hope y’all enjoy, god know’s I had too much fun writing it. 

Word Count: 3k

TW: Non-con, Orgasm Denial, Aphrodisiacs, and Moderate Bondage.

~

Zacharia was many, many things. That, if nothing else, you were sure of.

‘Subtle’, however, was not a trait on his long list of characteristics.

You should’ve known something was wrong when he simply strode up to you, slamming a tea-cup in front of you, only saying you’d like it more than the ever-looming, ever-terrible ‘alternative’. If that hadn’t tipped you off, then the glares your hesitancy received should’ve, Zacharia never the type to be angry, much less show that anger. The chalky, bitter aftertaste to an otherwise sweet-tea didn’t help, nor did the way tension seemed to melt off of your captor, the boy returning to his usual smug attitude after you had finished the glass. In the moment, you tried to write it off, telling yourself he was just a little on-edge after…

After you’d tried to escape. Unsuccessfully, obviously, but that didn’t mean you’d never broken your tether, or the window, or one of your ribs. And it didn’t make Zacharia any less… frustrated, either.

So, you drank whatever he gave you, Zacharia rewarding you with a kiss to the top of your head and one of his ‘combing sessions’, what you’d come to call the hour he spent brushing, dressing, and tying you up every morning before he went off to do whatever he did when he wasn’t looking after one of his captives. You tried not to think about it too much, just making yourself comfortable in the too big, too old wicker-chair he’d left you, ankles tied loosely to the front two legs and your wrists bound to the chair’s arms, a metal collar digging uncomfortably into your neck despite the padding generously distributed along the accessory’s inner layer.

After that, it only took a little over an hour for you to realize why you should’ve put up more of a fight.

It started with the exhaustion, that god-awful, constant fatigue, the kind that made your thoughts swim in your head, forming anything coherent suddenly a struggle, one you were too bored to truely fight against. Normally, you would sleep off whatever he’d slipped into your drink (there was always something, even if Zacharia never admitted to it), but when your arms were tied to the most uncomfortable chair in your captor’s collection, finding a position that wouldn’t leave you sore and exhausted had to be impossible. The idea of calling for him crossed your mind, but you discarded it. You weren’t that desperate.

Well… you weren’t that desperate yet.

The sensitivity was next. You hated being awake for this part, every little stimulus like nails being driven into your skin. You could see why Zacharai had left you like this, now, using his roughest rope knowing it would scratch against your skin as you squirmed and writhed. It reminded you of when you were first captured, your head still bleeding and Zacharia ensuring you knew the rules, riding crop in one hand and a syringe of clear, thick fluid in the other. He’d been so mean, back then, cruel and loud and sadistic. Sometimes, you wondered if he was like this to his animals, his farm-hands, anyone except for his precious little ‘darling’. Any answer would’ve left you unsatisfied or jealous or more frustrated when you already were, so you never bothered coming up with one. If anything,  you simply tried not to think about, a rule you weren’t nearly as firm with as you should’ve been.

There were smaller aspects, too, little stages of twitching and mania, leaving you both struggling to keep your eyes open and kicking at the legs of your chair, just to get some energy out. You never got used to it, the buzzing always deafening and the sunlight always blinding, and the sensation never failed to leave you itching to run a mile or sleep for a week or let Zacharia touch you, for once.

The feeling wasn’t sexual, no… it was everything, really. Brushes of skin on skin left you clenching your thighs together, attempting to recreate the feeling while simultaneously dreading the thought of anything touching you. Every sensation felt like too much and not enough at the same time, the sound of a tractor’s motor in the distance giving you a headache while barely reaching your ears in the first place, every little vibration and shift going straight to somewhere unpleasant. It was never enough to… it was never enough at all, leaving you unsatisfied and whiny and needy, even you’d rather die than admit it out loud.

With an effortful glance around the room, you checked to make sure that you were really alone, that Zacharia hadn’t come in or failed to leave in the first place. But, your vision was already so blurry, it didn’t do much good, nor could you hold in the pathetic whimpers forcing their way past your lips. Voicing your discomfort felt necessary, like it relieved some of the pressure building in your nerves. But, in reality, it only made you feel more flustered, more pathetic, hotter. Like there was something smoldering just underneath your skin. The feeling was unbearable, everything save for the pulse beating your ears seeming to fade from your senses, either growing unimportant compared to your personal suffering or just too dull for your newly-focused brain to pick it up.

Usually, this was the point where Zacharai had come back. If the clock ticking so loudly above the doorway was any indication, a few hours had already passed, even if time was stretching out, speeding by, distorting and melting, all at the same time. The sun hadn’t set yet, which meant he wasn’t done milking cows or harassing chickens or doing whatever he did to occupy himself, but Zacharia normally came to visit you halfway through his workday, even if all he did was pepper your cheeks with kisses while you shoved away his advances. He would laugh, and you would blush, and he would laugh some more.

But he hadn’t visited you, today.

It took you all of three seconds (or three hours, it was getting hard to tell) for you to realize why he hadn’t come home, another weak scan of your bedroom making what should’ve been apparent painfully clear. The broken window near the ceiling was enough to remind you of what you’d done, the wooden planks covering the make-shift opening only driving the point into your skull, making you shut your eyes and whine, if only to distract yourself from the guilt now forming a tight ball in the back of your throat. You’d almost forgotten the tantrum he’d thrown when he found scraps of torn, pink rope, how his screaming alone had been enough to keep you from making a break for it through the door he’d forgotten to close in his rage.

He’d left you alone that night, too, after using one of his spare chains to shackle you to one of the bed’s posts. You didn’t see him until the next morning, and even then, he’d been huffier than he usually was, barely talking as he threw that day’s lingerie in your general direction and leaving the room before you had a chance to ask if he was planning on using the branding iron he’d brought with him. In the moment, you thought there would be no punishment, that just this once, he would let it go, fix the problem and either too mad or too arrogant to bring it up again. Now, you could see that such a hope was stupid, innocently idiotic. But, in defense of your past mindset, you hadn’t realized that this was supposed to be a punishment until you thought back to the lack of one.

Yeah, this was your punishment. You were sure of it.

It fucking hurt enough, anyway.

With a sigh, you let yourself lean back, closing your eyes and allowing your thighs to fall apart, keeping them together a challenge with your feet tied so far from each other. Too focused on the throbbing, just as strong in your head as it was in your hips, you didn’t notice when the basement door open, or the lock sliding out of place. Hell, you didn’t even bother looking up until fingers were embedded in your hair, jerking you away from the chair’s back and pulling you into a messy, one-sided kiss, hot and possessive and forceful on Zacharia’s part, and barely lucid on yours. He didn’t pull away, quickly adding ‘breathless’ to the list of afflictions you were currently fighting against.

Your vision was still hazy as he pulled away, but you could still make out that mop of blonde hair, his denim jacket just worn enough to not hurt your eyes. You couldn’t stop yourself from lulling into his hand (the warmth welcome against your freezing skin) as he pet over your scalp, kneeling in front of you slowly, taking his time as you writhed and panted and pulled against your restraints, if only to slot yourself into a more comfortable position. Zacharia smirked as he pulled away, and you reacted with something between a sigh and a whine, the loudest sound you’d made since downing that concoction hours ago. Still, such a small noise proved to be very capable of hurting your throat, burning at your vocal cords like a fresh mist of acid.

Oh, that was new. At least Zacharia was trying to change things up a little.

He seemed to purr as he spoke, something dark and hungry reverberating from his voice. “Darlin’, why didn’t you call me? You know I would’ve come, as long as you were loud enough,” He paused, taking a moment to kneel, balancing himself on your leg, his head lolling to the side as he rested it on your knee. “You would be loud for me, woncha? Even if you weren’t half as…” Blue eyes fell, trailing over your heaving chest and onto something much lower. “Even if you weren’t half as needy this morning. Did you miss me that much?”

Weakly, you attempted to kick him off of you, the protest stifled by the ropes keeping you tied down. Zacharia kissed the inside of you thigh, putting more of his weight on you, letting one of his hands move to the restraint around your ankle, rubbing over the course material almost lovingly. There was no rush to his movements, no haste to do much of anything besides stare, much to your dismay. After a few seconds of staring, gentle pecks to the closest patch of skin and small adjustments to the bollin-knots around your ankles, you were forced to break the silence, the words barely a mumble. “What do you want?”

“Depends…” He drawls, shifting to sit on his knees. If you’d been a little more aware, you would’ve had a problem with the way he rested on the seat between your thighs, or the toothy, childish smile spread over his lips. But, you were hardly keeping your eyes open, even when you barely had to hold yourself up. “I want you to be nice, and sweet, and as happy as a dead pig in sunshine. I want you to stop trying to run away, and I want you to realize that even if you did get out, you’d just miss me too much to stay away.” The thought was punctuated by Zacharia leaning forward, folded arms soon resting on your legs. Briefly, you attempted to close them, if only to redistribute his weight in a way that wouldn’t leave you with indents, tomorrow. But, he only bared his teeth, and you gave in without an argument. With a sigh, idle fingers brushed past the waist of your panties, white lace he’d picked out himself. God, they must’ve been damn-near translucent, by now. “But, I’ll settle for an apology. Since good boyfriends should be able to compromise, and all.”

“What the fuck? No.” The response was reflexive, something you’d repeated a thousand times, since meeting Zacharia. “You kidnapped me-”

Your voice caught in your throat as a fingertip pushed more insistently against your covered slit, lingering, this time, playing with you. Zacharia perked up at the change, opting to straighten his back, if only to more easily rub his thumb against your over-sensitive clit. He was trying to force something out of you, but there wasn’t much you could do besides strain against the rope around your wrists and lock your jaw into place, even if your mind was growing blurry at the slightest hint of stimulation. Legs twitching, you bucked into his hand, but Zacharia only clicked his tongue, pulling away just long enough to earn a pleading look before he went back to tracing over the wet-spot he seemed so concentrated on. “I thought you didn’t want me touching you, doll face? Or do you just want to act a brat without facing the consequences?”

Without thinking, you shook your head, humming over a whine as he pushed your panties to the side. He didn’t seem like he had any particular goal in mind, to make you cum or otherwise, only to poke and prod and play with his tied-up captive, seeing how far he could push you before growing bored of his favorite toy. Usually, there would be some rhyme or rhythm to how he touched you, but today there just… wasn’t. Two fingers slid into you slowly, despite there being absolutely no need for a reduced pace, and with an equally unbothered stance, his attention traveled higher, Zacharia pushing himself up just enough to be at eye-level with your chest. He was good at undoing buttons with his left hand, oddly enough, only stopping once he was able to push the material to the side.

For someone so talkative, you were almost surprised how… skilled his mouth could be, digits pumping in and out of you at a teasing speed as he bit at anything lower than your collarbone, lips occasionally dropping your nipple, licking and nipping and sucking until you let out the breathiest moan he could’ve pulled from you, fingers stretching your cunt one more time before his mouth pulled away, free hand now on your hip, guiding your sloppy attempts at grinding against him.

He grinned, letting you clench around him before he pulled out and stilled, waiting for another weaker, more cracked whimper, only laughing as he curled his fingers and you shut your eyes. He was aware that anything too sudden could make you climax, and fuck, he was taking advantage of it. “You know I could leave know, doncha? I could tie you back down to your bed, hands in the air, so you can’t do my job, and I’ll only come back when you’re callin’ my name. You’d probably be madder than a hen in the rain, but you’d be as wet as one, too.” His eyes flickered upwards, something mischievous and terrible glinting in his eyes. “Gotta tell me if you don’t want that, baby. Otherwise, I guess we’ll just have to stop.”

At this, you cringe, Zacaria noticing and taking full advantage, beginning to speed up his short thrusts, curling more often, letting your head swirl and pleasure burn in your stomach. Your mouth fell open, half out to moan and half to curse, but you could hardly make a sound beyond squeaks and yelps. “No, Zachy,” You forced, a quick brush against your clit wearing down what was left of your self-control. “I… I don’t want you to leave.”

“Oh, bless your stubborn heart,” He sighed. Thankfully, mercifully, he added another finger, his pace now so close to something that could finish you. “Well, is there anything else you want to say? Something you want to apologize for, maybe?” You didn’t respond immediately, trying to gather yourself, and Zacharia let out a dry chuckle. “She’s a real masochist, ain’t she? Can’t even admit when you need something.”

“I’m sorry I tried to escape!” The exclamation hurt your throat, but your cunt was fucking pounding, pulsing and throbbing and begging for attention, of which you knew Zacharia was more than happy to supply. “Please, please, I’ll never do it again! I… I promise!”

“And…” He hummed, like he was making this up as he went along. God, he probably was. The thought terrified you more than it should’ve. “Tell me I’m pretty. Prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.”

You closed your eyes, groaning, in both exasperation and desperation. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

“Damn right.” With that, his mouth was on your pussy, his tongue seamlessly lacing between his fingers, rubbing against your walls, fingertips reaching deeper, more agonizing parts, all while you bucked and jerked, just trying to get off using whatever he would give you. His mouth was so warm, fingers moving so quickly, scissoring and thrusting and curling... you could feel your slick building-up on his chin, only making it easier for the boy to tongue-fuck the most vulnerable part of you. It was painful, it was perfect, and as quickly as it had started, it was ending, your climax approaching faster and faster and faster-

You came easily, but you came strongly, your legs straining against their restraints as you attempted to clench your thighs around his head, nearly snapping the rope before you went limp, moans and pleads becoming a series of high-picked, primal sounds you could hardly recognize. Zacharia was kind enough to fuck you through your orgasm, only stopping when you were panting, sweating, leaning forward and wordlessly begging him to stop. You weren’t sure when, but you must’ve started crying, Zacharia stretching as he stood, wiping the tears off your cheeks before kissing your lips so softly, you almost didn’t remember he was only taking care of something he’d been the one to start.

“What’re you doing?” You slurred, voice barely audible. He was untying your legs, letting the rope drop to the floor without a care in the world. You slumped against his chest the moment your arms were free, hiding your face in his neck, soft hiccups and sobs racking your chest while he lifted you.

“We’re just gonna take a fast shower, then you can sleep. How does that sound?” His voice was softer than it had been, content, lacking the malicious edge you’d grown so accustomed to. You could feel his hand petting over your hair, brushing it out of your face as lightly as humanly possible, but by now, you could hardly acknowledge much of anything. “Well, sweetheart? You know how I feel about being ignored.”

You could only nod, nuzzling further into his shoulder. “That sounds… that sounds alright, Zachy.”

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[ibijau]

Bad Timeline, some Xue Yang adventures today!

When Xue Yang hurt a fellow disciple for the first time, he expected to be kicked out of the Jiang Sect. It had been a stupid fight gone wrong, as they tended to do when Xue Yang felt insulted and had access to sharp objects. The sword wasn’t even his, because at that point, Master Wei did not trust him yet to use anything but a wooden training sword. But that other kid had a sword, which Xue Yang had quickly snatched from him, stabbing him in the ribs.

It was pure instinct. Living in the streets, Xue Yang had learned to establish quickly that he was not to be messed with. The kid, one of the oldest juniors in the sect, had been trying to show he was the boss, so of course Xue Yang had taken him on it.

Moments later Master Wei came running into the training ground. He did not spare a single look for Xue Yang, all of his attention on the bleeding teenager whom he picked up and rushed to the sect’s healer, but…

But that wouldn’t last. Soon enough, Master Wei would know his disciple was fine, and he’d come for Xue Yang, and…

He would have barely lasted a fucking month in Lotus Piers.

Xue Yang did not wait for Master Wei to return and administer whatever that bastard would deem to be just punishment. He dashed from the courtyard, bloodied sword still in hand. He had been given a new set of robes that he needed to take with him, and he’d have to be stupid to run away without stealing a few trinkets. He would need the money until he was well out of Yunmeng Jiang territory and could safely stop running.

That was how Sect Leader Jiang found him going through the other disciples’ stuff in their dorm, knowing well that some of them owned more jade pendants and pretty trinkets than anyone really needed. She stared him down, her expression unreadable without her usual gentle smile.

She knelt down next to him, watching his hand tighten on the sword. 

"You are smarter than this," she said, before turning her gaze to his pile of stolen trinkets. "Smarter than that, too." 

She was right about the first part. Xue Yang knew if he hurt her in any way, Wei Wuxian would follow him to the end of the world to make him pay. As for the second… 

"I'm not going back to the streets without something."

Sect Leader Jiang nodded. 

"I suppose that would be unwise. Those are not yours though, so I cannot let you take them. Put them back. Then, if you really want to leave our sect, I will make sure you do not go empty-handed. It is what I promised when you agreed to stay." 

"I'm not wanting to leave!" Xue Yang protested. "You're going to kick me out!" 

"Did master Wei say this?" 

"He didn't have to, I killed someone!"

"Not quite, thankfully . Did you want to kill him?" 

Xue Yang hesitated before shaking his head. He'd been angry, but he hadn't expected the other boy to defend his sword so badly, or for him to not avoid the blow a little better. What was the point of all those years of cultivation if he couldn't even avoid a little stabbing? 

Sect Leader Jiang relaxed a little at his answer. 

"Accidents happen. A-Wang knows that you have come to us from a… difficult situation and should not have antagonised you so much. You also should not have attacked him, of course. So if you choose to stay, we will have to think of ways to make sure this does not happen again."

"You mean it's up to me if I stay or not?" Xue Yang asked, eyeing her suspiciously. "That's stupid. Why would you want to keep me here?" 

Sect Leader Jiang tilted her head and gave him a small, tired smile. 

"Xue Yang, do you know why we took you in?" 

"Because that slimy bastard…" 

She frowned at him. 

"Sorry. Because Master Nie said I had potential?" 

"He did. He also told us what potential exactly, and asked us never to tell you. He is a man who believes in secrets. I don't. Do you want to know what he said about you?" 

Xue Yang nodded. He had been curious about that from the start. What could have convinced people like Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli to take in a street rat that lived so far outside their domain? 

"Nie Huaisang told us that you had a solid base for cultivation and would catch up to other disciples your age in a matter of months at most. He told us you were clever and resourceful… But also, and these are his words, he thought you were vicious and naturally cruel, that you were a born liar and a thief who would take violence as the answer to all his problems. He warned us that if we took you in, we would probably have to keep a close eye on you for the rest of your life."

"Well he wasn't wrong," Xue Yang grumbled, looking at the bloodied sword in one of his hands and the stolen jade amulet in the other one. 

"He was not right either. This was not the first time A-Wang taunted you. I know because other disciples have complained on your behalf… and because I know A-Wang. I've seen him start fights with Gusu Lan disciples. If they can't stay calm around him, how could you?"

That was a lot to take in. Xue Yang hated that he'd been perceived as so weak that the other juniors had gone to their Sect Leader to voice their concern. He was used to dealing with his problems on his own. Which, as Nie Huaisang had astutely noted, meant he often had to resort to violence but… It worked, didn't it? 

He was also used to people blaming him whenever he had a problem with someone, no matter who dealt the first blow. With his reputation and his personality, of course he had to be the one starting everything. To hear someone say otherwise was… distressing.

"If you stay with us, I'll make sure that A-Wang does not bother you as much. You will be punished, but so will he once he recovers."

"What sort of punishment?" Xue Yang asked, steeling himself for the worst. 

He could handle pain far better than anyone he knew, but cultivators could be vicious about that sort of thing. But Sect Leader Jiang just smiled with something almost mischievous at the corner of her lips. She looked younger like that, and almost pretty. 

"Have you ever worked in a kitchen, A-Yang?" 

"Twice, but they fired me for stealing food." 

Sect Leader Jiang's smile froze for a moment. 

"Oh. Well, I hope there will be no need for stealing here. If you are hungry, you can ask. You know that, don’t you?" 

Xue Yang nodded. Yunmeng Jiang was struggling a bit, everyone knew it, but not so much that anyone ever went hungry. There wasn't a lot of meat, but it was still more than Xue Yang usually managed to get before. And while he had too much pride for that, he'd seen other kids ask for seconds and get them. 

"Good," Sect Leader Jiang said, her smile returning. "You will be helping in the kitchen until A-Yang is fully recovered, every time you’re not training with the others. I will also expect you to make apologies to him in time, when things have calmed down a little. How does that sound?" 

It sounded pretty stupid, Xue Yang thought, but he wasn't going to say that. A few weeks of peeling vegetables for almost killing someone? That was a pretty light punishment. Most likely, there would be other stuff coming later, sneaky ways to show they didn’t trust him anymore. Supposing they’d ever trusted him in the first place. Still, it was a relief of sorts that he was allowed to stay. Sect Leader Jiang was too nice to everyone, her husband was an absolute asshole, and most of the other disciples were complete weirdos but… He kind of liked it there. The food was nice, there were no rats running over him in his sleep, and he didn’t have to change hideouts every few days to escape whoever he had pissed off this time.

It was probably the best life he had ever had.

The best life he would ever have.

He just needed to not fuck it up again.

“I can apologise to him right now,” Xue Yang offered.

“He would be in no state to believe you, and you would be insincere,” Sect Leader Jiang replied calmly. “No, what you will do right now is give me that sword, and put everything you took back in place. Then we are going to the kitchen, and we will see what the cook can make of you.”

To his own surprise, Xue Yang quickly obeyed. It was some power that this woman had, he figured. If you disappointed her she looked sad and resigned, and it was absolutely awful so even Xue Yang felt compelled to not disappoint her. Some days he hated that she could do that. Most of the time he didn’t really mind though, and perhaps that was even worse. She was just some frail, not really pretty woman, she had no right to have that sort of power over anyone.

And yet when he was done returning all his stolen trinkets, Xue Yang found himself diligently following her. 

“Why are you keeping me after this?” he asked after a while. “I’m just like that Nie man said. It’d be simpler to get rid of me…”

Sect Leader Jiang stopped on her tracks, and gave him a very serious look.

“Having you here is not easy,” she admitted. “But I am used to things being difficult. I am a woman at the head of a cultivation sect, refusing to let my husband rule for me, after all. That is because I am a Jiang. You know our motto, don’t you?”

“Attempt the impossible?”

The young woman smiled, a little sadly, and nodded.

“Perhaps someday you’ll decide you do not want to stay here,” she said. “Then we will let you go. But until then… my disciples are my family, and I have never been one to turn my back on family. I will not start with you, Xue Yang.”

That was the most stupid thing Xue Yang had ever heard, and he very badly wanted to say so. He didn’t, though.

He couldn’t remember anyone else ever wanting to claim him as family before, and he wasn’t stupid enough to ruin this any further than he already had.

#Xue Yang #Jiang Yanli #Bad timeline #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #still unsure about writing the non-nhs bits of that au but this bit was already almost finished anyway so welp #jau writes