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Hey babe!! I'm beyond obsessed with your recent Lloyd/Ransom lollipop fic! Could we perhaps get a follow up where Lloyd tests out said lollipop on reader?👀🥵

hi baby! I'm so so so sorry for taking so long to do your request! I hope you like what I've done.

last part to wedding crasher and the prequel lollipop

summary - after your ex ransom crashed yours and lloyd's wedding and revealing your dirty little secret. your now husband wants to try it out for himself on your honeymoon.

warning - smut, food play, being called a slut, daddy kink.

18+ only please, the gif isn't mine and divider by @newlips

After the wedding and your ex crashing it, Lloyd decided during your honeymoon that he should be allowed to experience your lollipop kink. So, that’s exactly what he did. After a lovely romantic dinner, he led you back up to the room and threw you on the bed, reaching over with a devilish smile as he pulled out a strawberry lollipop from underneath his pillow, bringing you into a rough make out session before he begins with his plans. Which leaves us too now.

“Stay still, Pumpkin. Let daddy fuck you with this sweet treat.” Lloyd growls, you’re sprawled out on the bed, lips puffy and swollen from your husband kissing you roughly, your cunt dripping as you anticipate what’s going to happen. Lloyd lies between your legs, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he eyes your glistening folds. One hand grips your hip, holding it down while the other rubs a strawberry flavoured lollipop between your folds. The lolly bumping against your puffy clit causes soft whimpers to fall from your lips. “I chose strawberry for us, Pumpkin. So, whenever you see anything resembling a strawberry, you’ll think back to this night.” He smirks, “Be a good girl for daddy.” He says with a hint of a warning behind his words, knowing how greedy you can be once he gives into your desires.

Your eyes roll back as he pushes the sweet treat into your cunt, his cock twitches as he watches you practically suck the thing in as though it were your mouth doing it. “L–Lloyd!” Smack “Daddy!” You moan as he coats the lolly with your juices, picking up the pace and swirling it around, hitting your sweet spot. 

Lloyd thrusts the lollipop faster and harder into your sweet cunt, his thumb connecting to your puffy clit, groaning as your back lifts from the mattress and you begin to squirm. Your fingers curl into the bedsheets as he fucks you hard, slowly turning you into his kinky little slut with each movement. Lloyd huffs out a chuckle, “Huh, your ex was right. You are a kinky little slut.” 

His words cause tingles to erupt throughout your body, juices flowing out of your now strawberry-flavoured cunt as you cum. You slowly sink back into the mattress, hazy eyes locking onto Lloyd’s as he gently pulls out the lollipop, you whimper as you watch him put it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the treat as he collects your taste. Your eyes widen as he crawls up your body, leaning over you with the lollipop hanging loosely in his mouth. He hums, “I think I just found my new favourite treat, Pumpkin.” 

The rest of the night is filled with everything imaginable, not leaving the bed until two days had passed and you were utterly fucked out. 

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Prepare For Takeoff

Title: Prepare For Takeoff Characters/Pairings: soft dark!Mafia!Andy Barber x female!reader Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warnings: vaginal fingering, dubious existing engagement

Logistical Notes: Another piece early in the days of the I'm Your Man AU.

Author Note: I started this AU when I was at an airport, and my recent trip had me thinking of these two again, and it had me wishing I were Andy's to spoil.

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While you aren’t used to being chauffeured to every aspect of your life (nor did you want to get used to it, the driver and vehicle yet another element that Andy insisted on in the new life he inserted you into), you know a security checkpoint where your driver had to stop and speak to someone else is not part of the typical route back to the palatial Barber Estate. You sit up straighter in your seat, looking first to the men in the front, but neither of them give anything away, your bodyguard Shep’s face is the same stoic expression as ever, and your driver Mark only glances into the rear view mirror to meet your eyes briefly.

Your brows furrow and you look out the window. You can only see large white buildings on either side of the SUV, and the overwhelmingly industrial feel has you at a loss for guessing the where and why of your location.

That is until you reach the end of the building and the car pulls around the corner. Now you see these large white industrial walls make up the sides of a row of aircraft hangars. While your jaw doesn’t drop, your mouth opens slightly. The jaw dropping moments as a character in the life of Andy Barber are so frequent, but you are starting to control your reactions a bit more.

The SUV pulls up smoothly to the side of a private jet, sleek and black, the late afternoon sun shining off its metal sides. Mark stops the vehicle, and as Shep opens your door, you are not surprised to see you are stepping out exactly onto a long, blue carpet that leads from the SUV to the bottom of a set of white stairs. At the top of them, Andy emerges from the plane, nodding to you. You smooth down the front of your clothing and glare up at him.

“What is this?” You call up loudly.

“You know what it is.”

“Where are we going?”

“Away for the weekend. Now, don’t be difficult, sweetheart, you’re going to love this.”

You feel a sting in your eyes but quickly blink it away.

You hate this because you know he is right.

Yet again he will undoubtedly give you exactly what you want and go beyond what you could even imagine for it, but because he wants to, not because you want any of it.

That is the constant curse in this relationship.

Everything you want, but all your choices stolen from you before you can make them.

You concentrate on taking deep breaths as you ascend the staircase, mustering the strength that you will need for this. You have to armor yourself against his charm and his cunning. Every moment with him is dangerous.

“I thought it was time to take you away, make you forget the everyday. I know you’ve been under a lot of stress.”

You blink, open your mouth, then shut it again. He is the source of the stress, but you don’t trust what would happen if you said that.

He smirks, then sweeps you into a kiss that immediately sends tingles all through your body, from where his lips press insistently against yours, tongue teasing into your mouth, to the hand he plants possessively onto you hip and the other on your back, pressing you flush against him, down to your toes, legs feeling unstable as he takes your breath away. You are helpless but to cling to his shoulders and kiss him back, because your traitorous body willingly surrenders to him, damn near craves him.

He finally lets you breathe again when you tap against his chest and turn your head, gasping for air.

He kisses your cheek, then your neck just beneath your ear.

Getting your breath back, you give a small huff. “So, what? I don’t even get to pack? You just have whatever I need for the flight and when we get wherever we’re going, I’ll just arrive to a closet full of new clothes and accessories?”

“Naturally.” You can feel his smirk against your skin for a moment before he bites at your delicate flesh.

“This is insane.” You push away from him and step through the open door of the jet.

“It’s not insane,” he says, stalking close behind you.

The interior of the plane is sleek, minimal, but the flavor of the furniture and decor evoke the same feeling as the common spaces of his estate with lush leather and dark wood.

The fact that there’s furniture…

“It’s not normal.”

Hand to your back, Andy ushers you further into the plane. “You’re never going to be subjected to normal again in your life.”

“But what if I liked normal?”

He sits on a leather loveseat and pulls you down immediately next to him, nearly in his lap. He counters, “You liked needing to get to the airport early, check your bags or haul them through security with your three-ounces-or-less limit on liquids, take off your shoes, and trek through the terminals to your gate?”

You sigh and look straight ahead.

He chuckles and beckons over a gentleman who offers a tray of drinks.

“Bourbon or champagne?”

“Thank you,” Andy says, and takes a glass of the dark bourbon.

“No, thank you,” you decline.

“The captain says we are clear for take off on your word, Mr. Barber.”

Andy nods. “Wheels up then. We’ll take dinner in ninety minutes. You can leave us until that point.”

“Call if you need anything, sir.”

You hear the click of a door as the man disappears. Andy takes a slow drink, then presses the glass to your lips, forcing you to take a sip before he sets the glass aside.

You feel the jet begin to move and then turn toward the runway.

“You deserve more than normal,” Andy says, eyes on you, returning to your conversation from moments before.

“Andy…” you hedge.

“I will whisk you away anywhere in the world. I’ll give you everything you want. You’re mine to spoil. You’re going to live a beautiful life with me.”

“Andy,” you start again, but unsure how to counter.

He growls your name and yanks you abruptly into his lap. He cuts any argument you were about to launch into by biting at your lower lip and grinding you down onto his hard bulge.

You whimper and throw your head back.

Andy assaults your bared neck with heated kisses. He knows he’ll have you a pliant mess for him to slake his lust in a matter of moments.

You know it, too.

And you know he’ll overwhelm you with pleasure of your own, never a selfish lover even though every other bit of him is selfish.

His fingers slip under the fabric covering your core without hesitation, and he strokes your labia, gathering more and more of your arousal as the plane picks up speed. Slow strokes back and forth, back and forth. The pad of his forefinger circles your clit and you bite back a whimper.

“Mmm, you know I love those noises you make.” He circles your bundle of nerves again, this time with his thumb, letting two of his fingers dip just slightly into your slick channel. “Give me what I want,” he coos, coaxing with another circle, and another, and you finally break, moaning openly for him.

“That’s it, sweetheart, let me know how good I make you feel.”

He pumps his fingers full into the knuckle now, and not like anyone else you’d ever been with intimately before. It’s only been a few weeks, but Andy has taken every opportunity to become a master of your body and coax and command pleasure out of every inch of you. He knows just how much pressure to apply when fucking you with his fingers, and he pushes into that spongy spot at the front of you walls insistently, repeatedly as the jet leaves the ground, making you cry out and shake on an abrupt orgasm.

You sink forward, hanging your head on his shoulder, but it’s only the first orgasm he plans to ply from your body on this flight. He draws your left hand to his mouth, and hums as he places a kiss first against the band of your engagement ring on your finger and then into your palm, before trailing his lips to your wrist. He eases you down to the floor, and you lay back and watch as he shucks off his pants above you before descending down to sheath himself inside you next, demanding more.

And as he fucks you there, then on another of the chairs, then takes you back to the sleeping quarters for yet more, you bend to his will and his demands and his lust, overcome with everything he is and everything he makes you feel, lost in the complexity of what he’s confined you into. His spoiled and ruined sweetheart.

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Try a Little Tenderness

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.7 K

Summary: Steve can’t win you with presents. He’s got to try a little tenderness.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Pining, flirting, organized crime, implied ice skating, teasing, former jerky boyfiend, inexperienced reader, nipple play, oral (both receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, crying during sex, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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“Good morning, Steve!”

You were stocking onions, but you looked up and smiled as the tall blond entered the store, setting off the bell. He was well built and handsome and wearing a fine wool coat with a red scarf. It was a cool December, but New York had not yet had its first big snowfall.

“Mornin’, Ambrosia,” came his gruff response. 

You kind of liked his early morning voice. And the nickname. The first time he came in, he’d picked up an apple, already biting into it but also already paying. He handed you a twenty and said, “Mmmmm, Name?”, pointing to you with the apple. Flustered, you replied with the name of the apple instead of your name and the rest was history. 

This morning, Steve smiled at you and his blue eyes were sparkling. They always sparkled when he looked at you. He seemed very sweet.

“The usual.”

You laughed and went behind the counter to wash your hands.

“Of course, already had the fixin’s set up for you.”

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Zionism and Semitism are not, never have and never will be, synonymous

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧': 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)

✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 375.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: breeding, dirty talk, usual filthy ari

✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: anonymous

✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: wakey wakey besties, new drabble just dropped!!!!! hiiiii!!!! how ya been!! i've missed u all sm so i return with a little ari drabble <33 all of this was written on my phone so pls mind the mistakes and lemme know what u think!!!<3

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here. *this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

“You fuckin’ feel me, pup? Hmm? Feel me deep in this little cunt?” Ari rambled heatedly into your ear as his hips battered against the meat of your ass. Your frame bent underneath him, your breath moistened the sheet below you; pitiful moans and pleading whines were the only thing to fall past your spit slicked lips as your head swirled with everything Ari. 

“S’matter? Can’t speak? Can’t think?” Ari teased before lifting a little to snake an arm around your neck, bicep hugging your throat while he continued to fervently fuck into you. You couldn’t help but meet his thrusts, arching your back to drive your hips together harder, deeper. “That’s it, ‘atta girl, fuck yourself back on my cock. Keep it goin’, baby. Gonna fill you to the brim, breed this tight pussy.” 

A cock-drunk smile cracked across your lips hearing Ari’s lustful rants. One thing about Ari is that it was guaranteed that he’d lose all ability to keep his filthy thoughts to himself once inside you. 

“Whining like a bitch in heat. You want it? You want me to breed you, hmm? Knock you up with a little pup, mmm? Send you to Curtis’ next for a fill, then your golden boy— your Stevie,” Ari spat his name like it was venom on his tongue as he drove his cock deeper into your aching cunt. “Then your Jakey… Although he prefers this little hole, doesn’t he?”

Ari’s thumb pressed against the tight ring, the pad of his thumb slick with his spit, or the leaking wetness spilling from around his cock.

“Finish you off with Pete and that awful, mean Lloyd, hmm? Make sure you have a whole litter. Nothin’ but a hole for us to fill— Fuck,” Ari cut off, strangled and twisted as you felt his hips stutter, your head dropping to the pillow below as he filled you and used his softening cock to fuck his cum deep inside you. 

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playtime with daddy ari 😩😩😖🩷🩷🎀 him patting his lap signalling for you to jump on it so daddy can make his little princess feel good down there…

(warning: 18+ only, dd/lg)

playtime with daddy includes:

— a lot of kissing! Ari likes to see you, his baby girl, get as excited as possible. And he knows that kissies make you excited, so he loves to slowly drive you crazy, making out with you because he’s just such an amazing kisser and you almost just melt in his lap 🥺🥰

— playing with your favourite stuffie! your daddy knows how much you like your special stuffie kisses, and so he grabs your favourite teddy and makes it kiss you down there, from above your clothes of course. Ari just wants to get you all hot and bothered and clambering for sex (which doesn’t take long). And he always says, “say thank you to your stuffie for giving you your special kisses, baby girl.” 😭😭😭

— he reads you a bedtime story 😩 now you find this irritating bc you want him to just fuck you already, but he’s your daddy and he makes all the rules and if he wants to elongate this to make you even more sexually frustrated, then he will. So he reads you one of your favourite stories, and all the while he pets you, kisses you, cuddles you, but keeps his touching strictly above your clothes. You don’t really like this part of playtime that much, only because you’re so impatient! But you know daddy is in charge and you’d never disobey him 🎀🩷

— and then finally, painstakingly slowly, Ari checks to see how wet you are. He peels your panties off and scolds you for being so wet and having an “accident.” And you’re like “nooo daddy, not an accident, just want you so bad!” And Ari just chuckles because he loves making you get all impatient. And you’re so riled up you start humping his hand, trying to create some type of friction all while Ari shakes his head and calls you an impatient little baby, a bad little girl for always thinking of your own pleasure above anything else. But he can’t help but make you cum, finding you so cute with the way you whine and breathe his name. He’s your daddy after all, and he loves making you feel good during playtime 🥺🥺

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Lol this is hilarious 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣#funny #marvel #paulrudd #antman #sebastianstan

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Based on a prompt:

How about writing something with the phrase "If beauty were a crime..."

Summary: Lost in an ancient ruin, you stumble upon a stranger with a tempting offer...

Pairing: August Walker x Reader (no mentions of body type or ethnicity)

Word count: 2k (somehow)

Warnings: supernatural themes, manipulation, mind control, dubious consent, suggestive, hinted breeding, slightly dark themes but nothing explicit.

A/N: Not beta’d. Many thanks to @the-soot-sprite and @notabronte for their support and advice. Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed 🖤

The Prisoner

A lifetime ago, this abandoned ruin was a beautiful underground temple - a place of worship for a god of some sort. Myths have told that the arched ceilings gleamed with emerald and golden chains, so bright no fire was needed to light its chambers. Now? It was yet another desolate graveyard of a fallen civilisation, a place for thieves and scoundrels to pillage its scraps.  

Scounrdles like you. 

Whatever remained of the once-breathtaking temple was hardly even a ghost of its former structure. Dark tunnels stretched for miles and miles away, dark and slick like the bowels of a beast. Seeking your way out, you ventured through the passages. Your torch burnt faintly, the little blaze threatening to die. 

It was foolish to stay behind. You were a fool. The rest of the clan had already stepped outside, and you had more than plenty of good weighing heavy in your sack, yet you decided to linger, believing there were more hidden chambers to pillage. 

‘Oh, how greed weakens the best of us…’

The flame of your torch whispered its dying breath as you ventured into yet another dead-end. Looking at the glowing ember, you sighed and threw the torch onto the ground, realising you may have to spend the night lost in a dark chasm when a beam of dim light appeared from a hidden crease. 

Was it one of your colleagues who came to collect you? No, surely none of them cared enough to do that. Lured by the light, you followed, gingerly stepping into what appeared to be a rounded chamber filled with empty barred cells. 

Well, not entirely empty. Some of them held cheerful skeletons.  

‘Great,’ you thought. You were soon to join them. Weary, you slumped against the wall and shut your eyes when a low, gravelly voice caused you to jerk. 

“If beauty were a crime, it would be you in this cell rather than me…” 

Behind one of the barred brigs, a face peered. A face that, despite the dirt that tainted it, appeared more beautiful than any other face you had seen before. Long rivers of dark hair framed a fine bewhiskered jawline and cheeks that were so chiselled, so sharp, one could cut a finger just by stroking them. Even the soot and grime that covered his skin couldn’t hinder his good looks and only made those glacial eyes stand out like an oasis amidst the desert. 

A thick moustache decorated his upper lip, raven-black as his wavy hair and the dust of stubble that kissed his cheeks implied that he’d been in this cell for more than a few days though it was hard to tell exactly how long. The man didn’t appear famished or exhausted, which you found strange considering the empty bowl of food next to his bed. 

Patient, he stood, shrouded in ragged clothes. He looked as if he had waited for a while.

The voice in your head urged you to leave and continue looking for the exit or the rest of the crew; to say you had overstayed your welcome in these ruins would be an understatement. Who knew whatever other evils lurked in its depth?

But curiosity whispered in your ears and tingled in your toes, and he was just a man caged in a dungeon cell. Perhaps he could even help you find the way out. 

‘Does he look like he is in any position to help?’ 

Putting down the sack of stolen gems, you took another step to get a better look at him, a frown crinkling your brow. “Smooth,” you mocked his attempt to seduce you, “and you are?”

The man flashed an absurdly white wolfish grin. “I could be a friend, an assistant…a lover,” his timber dropped smoothly, “depends on who you would like me to be.”

His attempt to flirt did nothing but cause you to roll your eyes, yet you couldn’t help but press further. “And what about a foe?”

“Wouldn’t dream of being a foe to such a strong, impressive woman.”

You huffed sardonically and reached for the sack again. Whoever put this man in a cell had their reasons, and besides, you weren’t going to let out someone who just witnessed you desecrate and rob ancient ruins. There were far foolish ways to get caught.

Throwing the sack over your shoulder, you turned to leave when the stranger’s voice snaked behind you once more, “Leroy will betray the group tonight.”

A chill crept up your spine, making your feet freeze in their place. 

How did he know his name? 

‘No. Surely the stranger heard one of the party members speak it.’ 

You sighed in small relief as you tried to convince yourself this was a ploy, but still, your legs refused to move. 

“He purchased poison on your previous stop in Yernya to slip it into your celebratory wine tonight. It was his plan all along," the stranger continued. "To steal all the loot for himself, and he will do it tonight while you and your party choke on your own blood,” he paused and offered a small grin, “that is… if you can even find your way back out.”

The chill in your spine grew colder and pierced through your gut like a shard of ice. You turned back to face the stranger, the sack slipping from your grip and hitting the dusty ground with a loud thud.

“…how did you know we passed through Yernya?!”

The stranger grinned silently, the light of torches cascaded on his glacial gaze like stars upon the ocean. 

Fear seeped between your bones; you tried to snuff it away, yet it had already pitted your confidence into little flakes of ash. Carefully, you crept closer when an abrupt waft of his pungent scent descended around you. It made you woozy; he smelled nothing like you imagined he would; the scent was strongly sweet - a hint of wine and dark succulent roses - romantic yet somehow still distinctly masculine.

It took you a moment to regain your focus. With a sharp inhale, you asked again, “who are you?” 

The stranger licked his bottom lip, the smile on his face still apparent, “a deity to some, a god to others. For you, simply Augustus.”

You couldn’t help the snort that followed; obviously, a madman. However, the tingle in your arms persisted.

“If you are a god, how is it that you are chained and begging for my help?”

The stranger, now known as Augustus, clicked his tongue, and a severe wrinkle appeared on his brow. “Gods get captured all the time. Some of us are even killed.”

“That makes being a god a shitty deal, then.”

He ignored your interruption, raising his hands to his chest as he spoke. They were inked, marked by black runes you couldn’t read. “I have been caged here by a man… a fiend of an evil monk who serves no one and nothing but evil itself.”

“That… sounds like a stretch…” you retorted, not buying into any of what he said. 

He nodded knowingly, lacing his inked fingers together, “I don’t judge you for not trusting me, but it is the truth. This monk plans to bring darkness to this world, and knowing that I can stop him, he summoned me into this cage. These bars you see…” he unclasped his hands and waved them over the rusty iron bars without touching them, “they are enchanted, I cannot touch them, I cannot break free.”

Curious, you reached for the bars, your gloved fingers toying with the rust. Little reddish specks of dust shorn from the metal and coated the leather on your hands. 

“Seems normal to me,” you mumbled, but then you couldn’t ignore the heat that radiated from the bars, nor could you deny the strange sensation that suffused you as you stood close to Augustus. It felt…ethereal;  it surrounded you as opaline mist around a mountain, and your mind became uncommonly lax as if it was soothed by Augustus’ presence. 

Perhaps this strange, attractive prisoner wasn’t lying. You reached for the lock, your leather-clad fingers sensing its weight. It was an old model, rust ate into the cylinder, so much that the slot was too gritty to pick. Luckily in this state, all it would take was a hit by something solid to break it open. 

“If I free you…”

“I will seek for the monk who caged me and put a stop to his reign of terror.”

“And…”

He paused, bemused for a moment when a slanted grin lit his face. “What is it that you wish for, my dear beauty? Riches? Wisdom? Love? The way out, perhaps?”

Heat coiled in your cheeks at the sound of his compliment, but you kept stoic while your hand reached to feel the dagger in your back pocket. If the stranger were a fraud, you would bleed him dry. But if he were indeed a god or a deity, asking for something worthwhile would have been wise. Riches would dissolve eventually. Love faded, and wisdom didn’t seem to get you far... 

As for the way out… it seemed like a waste when you could have had more. 

You needed something that could guarantee everything. all. at once. 

“Power,” you answered, “I want unlimited power.”

A burst of flames soared in the stranger's eyes as he heard your wish. Slyly, his lips twisted into a fanged grin. 

“Consider it a done deal.”

You spent another moment staring, hesitant about whether you had made the right decision. Reaching behind, you felt the dagger in your pocket again, just to make sure it still sat in a place where you could easily withdraw it before you finally began looking for something heavy to use on the lock. A task that turned out to be easier than you expected as a pile of bricks that fell from an old piler conveniently laid on the ground next to the exit.

You offered Augustus one last glance before breaking the lock, carefully observing the silent anticipation that burnt on his gaze. His chicks twitched lightly, unable to hide the excitement wrought on his face. 

‘You can still end him with the brick if he tried anything.’ You reminded yourself as you lifted your arm.

Thwack! thwack! Two hits, and the lock fell to the ground.   

A hoarse whine rang in the room as the barred door swung open, followed by an abrupt gust of wind that blew from the cage. With the brick latched between your dust-sprinkled fingers, you paced back and watched in awe at the unnatural spectacle.

Black rose petals circled the stranger, floating in the air; they clung to him and surrounded him until they formed a long dark cloak that flowed from his shoulders to the dusty floor. His face was no longer grimy but pure and pale as a pile of snow, and his beard had shed from it, leaving only a thick whisker above his succulent lips.

Far more handsome than ever before, you couldn’t help but gawk. Outside his cage, the man appeared taller, and the breadth of his shoulders made the chamber appear smaller. 

He smacked them together and groaned while sliding his hands down the velvety garment that covered his chest. “Freedom… at last.”

It seemed he was telling the truth. As Augustus basked in the glory of his newly found freedom, you cleared your throat and reminded him about the bargain you had struck. 

“As for my reward?”

Augustus inhaled deeply, releasing a guttural hum. Silent, you watched his adam's apple bobbing up and down before he turned toward you. After a brief inspection, he licked his lips once more.

“Oh, of course, one must always respect their deal.”

Eyes tinted orange by the flames of the torches, he began to saunter toward you. 

Something was amiss - the room became duskier, and a sense of fright abruptly pinched your heart. You stepped away, your back hitting the brick wall behind you while Augustus continued to inch closer.  

“Funny how fortune works.” His voice dropped lower, sensual like a kiss of velvet on your bare skin. “A hundred or centuries imprisoned, and you are the first one to free me. A woman, beautiful, fertile.”

“F… fer…”

He ignored you, slowly closing the distance between the two of you. “We have much work to do, my love.”

It was as if invisible vines grew from the wall and held you to it. You wanted to reach for your dagger but found that you couldn’t move a muscle while the stranger stood before you, his shadow darkening your sight.

Grunting in effort, you turned your face away, but he reached a hand to your chin and caressed it before tilting it up to his gaze. 

“Do not fear me,” he demanded.

“No. I released you!” You called out in meek protest, “please, I…” 

“Shush…” he hushed you and clicked his tongue, “there is much work to do, but first, your soul…”

Your last pleas were swallowed by his kiss. Lips bruising, he forced your mouth to open, his tongue rudely penetrating your mouth and stealing your breath. His taste was an instant addiction, sweeter than honey and finer than wine, and even though you vehemently wanted to fight him, you felt your will wane as he deepened the kiss. 

Tendrils of black smoke clouded your mind until, finally, you kissed him back. 

Sensing your surrender, Augustus smile, and, ever-so-tenderly, broke the kiss with a final soft nibble on your lips. 

“My bride?” His glare speared into you, the voice reverberating inside your head as if he was speaking from within it. Deep in the bowels of your mind, you could hear yourself screaming, but the murky tendrils that ensnared you hauled you into the abyss.

“Yes, my Lord,” your lips moved faintly. A voice that resembled yours came from them, but it wasn’t what you wanted to say. 

The demon’s face blazed with joy. Stepping away, he offered a hand which you took without question, allowing him to guide you down the stairs of the dungeon.

Step by step, you heard the screams deafening in your mind, but the only sound that echoed through the cold hallways was the squeaking of rats and your soft footsteps following a demon toward your demise. 

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Henry Cavill

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I’m like him HAGSUABGS

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