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twisted-lover-boys · 6 months

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Hi, Hello... I don't know if anyone ask this, but is there a request for reader being Megara from Hercules? If not can you do it from Head dorm leaders?

Just asking, it's ok if not

Megara-like boyfriend

{not proof-read}

No one has done it before and yes I can!

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🌹🦁🐙🦂👑💀🐲🌹🦁🐙🦂👑💀🐲🌹🦁🐙🦂👑💀🐲

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I’ll be frank with ya, Riddle has little to no rizz so it’s a wonder as to how he landed someone like you

Your looks were on par with the dorm leader of Pomefiore himself. It was a surprise that you ended up being in Ignihyde instead

Unlike most Ignihyde students, you’re more extroverted, at least by their standards. You’re confident and always speak your mind, even it it hurts the other party

Riddle always knew that his boyfriend was the independent type and that you normally didn’t ask for help when it was needed. He’s definitely had to butt in a few times for you

He always knew you had trouble showing your affection towards him and he honestly doesn’t mind. He’s not great with affection either so…small steps

Again, Riddle has no idea how he landed you in the first place but you found him interesting and took your shot. If anything, you feel like the lucky one here

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Leona doesn’t really question how you got together, it’s his dorm members that do. Sure, their dorm head is charismatic but he’s lazy! What did you find charming about him, his sleep schedule?!

Literally anyone who saw you could admit that you were absolutely handsome. You could probably put all of Pomefiore to shame in his opinion

You were always the extrovert of Ignihyde and that’s really was dragged the lion out of his bed to you. You were loud and opinionated, a strong one in Leona’s words

He appreciates your independence and how you don’t really rely on others much. However, that same independence can also get you in trouble often

You both have trouble showing typical relationship affections which both kinda sucks but is also perfect since you both have your own ways of expressing love

Leona doesn’t really care if people see him as lucky for getting with you. He likes you, he took his shot, and you reciprocated. Nothing more to it

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Not only is all of Octavinelle curious as to why you decided to go out with Azul, the octopus is also wondering why. Boy has self esteem issues

In his own words, you were as beautiful as a coral reef, more handsome than any man he’s ever met, more gorgeous than any shell he’s ever found. Need I go on?

You were definitely more extroverted than him. He usually puts on this business man facade to appeal to customers but he’s not like you normally, always jumping into something that interests you

On that, you were always so independent, claiming you didn’t need any help. Azul was more than happy to let you do your own thing but he still can’t help but worry if you get in trouble

Azul is a touchstarved, affectionate man and you not being the same does make him a bit sad but he’s noticed how your affection is different than his

He really thinks he got lucky with you. He really wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world

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Kalim isn’t the one that thinks he got lucky with you, everyone else does. Especially Jamil. Because, like, you’re this loud and hot man and he’s just…Kalim. But that’s the fun part!

I wasn’t over-exaggerating when I say that Kalim thinks you’re hot. No one can deny your looks and how you would probably be in Pomefiore if not for your placement in Ignihyde

You were extroverted just like Kalim but while he was like the sun, you were like the moon. He was all smiles and fun while you were sarcastic and opinionated

Kalim loves your independence. Even though he can’t be completely by himself thanks to his family and Jamil’s worries, he likes seeing you being, well…independent

He’s a very affectionate person and has no problem with PDA so he gets a little dejected if you reject his affection or flinch from the sudden contact. He wants you to be comfortable but he knows he has to wait for you. And he doesn’t mind

Again, everyone thinks that Kalim is lucky that he landed someone like you. While he doesn’t think so, he wouldn’t trade you for anything

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Vil honestly believes that the both of you are lucky. You get to have a supermodel boyfriend who is known internationally and he gets to have his cute little sweet potato that he loves more than life itself. Honestly, power couple

Vil knows that your looks are on par with his and seeing you get complimented gives him a sense of pride. Knowing that others also see your beauty but know you’re unattainable makes him smile

He was honestly a little surprised to find out that you were from Ignihyde. You did share your love of tech with your dorm mates but that was it. You were extroverted, loud, and didn’t hold your tongue. He’s definitely offered to help you switch dorms in the past

Having a sense of independence is something he can appreciate not only in you, but in everyone. You literally don’t hold back anything and it’s a quality he likes. Just…be careful to stay out of trouble

Vil doesn’t do that much affection to begin with but, when he does, it is certainly a ride. He’s aware of your alternate ways of showing you love him and he thinks it’s adorable

All of Pomefiore is jealous of you. Not only because you got with their dorm leader and make him happy, but because of your natural looks

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How? That’s not even a question to the school that’s also from me, the hell? Idia is a good land but…how? How did you do it? It’s probably helps that you’re in ignihyde…jokes aside, he’s pretty lucky

You look like you walked right off a Greek tragedy set; absolutely beautiful. Idia hasn’t met many people due to his sheltered life but he can confidently say that you’re the most attractive man he’s every seen, fictional or otherwise

He can’t match your extroverted energy. You’re sarcastic, you don’t hold you tongue, and you can easily worm your way into a conversation. He’s definitely asked you to do dorm leader stuff for him in the past

Idia’s all for independence and likes to let you go off and do your own thing. Just don’t give him too much anxiety and stay out of trouble while you’re at it

With your trouble towards showing affection, all Idia can say is…same. He has trouble just trying to hold hands with you. You both love each other and you show it differently than others. He’s fine with that

Again, Idia has no idea how he landed someone like you. Maybe there is some luck on his side after all…?

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Malleus doesn’t really think that you getting together isn’t based off luck, no matter what people around y’all say. You both had feelings of love for each other. That’s all. That being said, Malleus couldn’t deny that maybe luck had a small influence

You were more handsome than many faes he’s seen before. He’s yet to see someone rival your beauty, fae or otherwise

He thinks it’s funny how extroverted you are. He’s been sheltered most of his life but seeing your somewhat boundless energy and sharp tongue is a treat for him

He can also appreciate some independence from you. As much as he’d like to keep you close to him at all times, he knows you need that freedom. Doesn’t mean he won’t worry for your safe return home

Honestly, I think you both struggle with affection. Malleus is anything but affectionate but his ways of showing it is more traditional to fae culture. You both may hit a wall together but it gets easier to navigate after a while

Again, Malleus doesn’t care if people think that he’s lucky or that you’re lucky when it comes to your relationship. He’s just happy he has someone to share his long life with, even if only briefly

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🌹🦁🐙🦂👑💀🐲🌹🦁🐙🦂👑💀🐲🌹🦁🐙🦂👑💀🐲

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writingsofwesteros · 9 months

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Daenerys begins to wonder why their brother would request Aelyra's presence every night because of "his room being cold", when he could simply put on a fire. She denies the thought that her sweet older sister could be warming him in other ways. He hates them and her twin's a proper lady... right? Perhaps it's Viserys trying to show some kindness towards her because of Daenerys's impending marriage...?

Her delusions come crashing down when she decides to bathe a bit earlier before the Khal arrives, wanting time to prepare herself and mask her emotions. She's so lost in her mind, she doesn't hear the sound of water splashing nor the low moans from the already occupied room. Daenerys walks in to see Aelyra's top propped up on the ledge of the in ground tub while Viserys shoves her lower half against the wall with every thrust from behind. Aelyra's sure to be sore later, but she can never refuse Viserys these things, especially when she enjoys it so much.

Dany's mouth just falls open as she watches her twin's face and sees how rough Viserys is being with her. Her face warms as she listens to their loud moans and grunts, along with the sound of the water splashing around as their hips meet frantically. She quietly steps back to observe the situation, feeling jealousy start to cloud her mind. Daenerys watches Viserys pound into their sister, her beautiful breasts Dany got to see less and less often scraping against the stone, drawing louder noises out of her mouth.

Viserys surprises Dany when he pulls Aelyra up by her neck, making her back straighten against his front as he continues working his length into her as deep as he can. He smiles at her before kissing her deeply and spitting in her mouth once he pulls away. Dany watches in disbelief as Aelyra seems to like it, swallowing it down and shrieking as it somehow helps bring her over the edge. Daenerys's hungry eyes zero in on her twin's spasming body and tits that continue bouncing from the depravity down below. Dany can't help but feel lucky for stumbling upon this scene, particularly when she thinks about how this might be the first and last time she gets to see Aelyra's body on display like this.

Viserys continues to hold her to him as he chases his own high, slapping her ass to feel more vibrations against his cock. Aelyra throws her head back on his chest, their eyes meeting and he just absolutely explodes inside her. He lets his dick pump her full of cum before slapping her ass playfully. "You were being such a good girl until the end, you know how i get when you look at me like that..." he nuzzles his face against hers softly, resting his head on her neck now. "What do you say? Have we "filled this tub with luck" as you'd hoped? I don't see how this will help your sister, but I won't complain."

Aelyra just nuzzles back against him before her face flushes even more. "I may have made that up, but perhaps it will bring her fortune in her own future pregnancy." Daenerys can feel her heart stop when she hears that. Aelyra is pregnant? Right when Dany has to go away and she hasn't even told her? Daenerys can't stand another moment of her cruel brother being sweet to her twin, as if he didn't mistreat up until them just months ago. It almost feels soemewhat sacrilegious seeing him behaving this way. It was almost like he loved and cared for Aelyra, his smile bigger than it's ever been.

👑👑👑

Dany refuses to speak to either of her siblings, beyond what's necessary, though she feels bad for Aelyra. It's not her fault Viserys forced himself on her and corrupted her in the process. They leave all with the Dothraki and Dany can't help but feel happy that Viserys traded her for a crown. At least she can see Aelyra for now... prehaps even meet her sister's child, though she's not too eager about it still.

On the third day of her being wed, Daenerys hears louder cheers than normal from the Dothraki. She leaves her tent, only to find a circle forming around Aelyra as she bounces herself on Viserys's cock right next to the other Dothraki fucking & fighting on the ground. Khal Drogo makes Dany sit on his lap as he watches the Targaryen siblings and laughs loudly when one of his men jokingly tell him they gave him the wrong sister, as Aelyra "is likely as good at riding horseback as she is riding dick". Dany can't help but feel amazed as her previous thoughts about her siblings' relationship are proven wrong in front of everyone.

Daenerys feels like a pervert when her hips begin moving around and nipples harden from the sight. Drogo just laughs more, teasing her in his own tongue about how she's "hot for her twin sister." She may not understand a word he said, but she got the gist and though it shamed her, it only served to make her wetter. Daenerys straddles Drogo reverse cowgirl so she can keep her eyes on Aelyra, but makes no move to leave the Khal's lap. Drogo takes that as a sign and pulls her hips against his to rub his monster cock against her clothed pussy. They rut against each other, both enamored by the show being put on.

One of the Dothraki women get close to Aelyra, making Viserys almost get up to fight until he sees her attach her lips to Aelyra's protruding nipples. Aelyra cries out loudly, holding the woman's head to her tits as she starts orgasming. The woman rubs her stomach gently, loudly proclaiming the Dothraki word for pregnant to Aelyra in her excitement. Aelyra just smiles, nodding at her as she clings tighter to the foreign woman.

Daenerys watches as the tits she used to bury her own face in get sucked on by a stranger. The Dothraki woman adds to Dany's jealousy and pleasure, her hips moving faster against her new husband. She wishes she were her. It must be nice being able to fuck without shame; whenever, wherever and with whoever you want. Cheers ring out as Aelyra's news gets spread and they watch her body shudder in pleasure. The twins' orgasms hit fully around the same time, making Dany miss the view of Viserys' cream dripping from her twin sister.

Though if tonight is anything to go by, Daenerys would have plenty of chances to see it all again.

!!!!!!!!!!! OBSESSED !!! Dothraki and their public displays, thank you! I adore how Daenerys is so jealous ..oh i bet she loved the times they were sharing the bed. Poor Aelyra is just lost to the pleasure; you know he was whispering dirtily in her ear to get her to preform such acts.

#adore you #a debt to pay #i bow to you #the hottest!!!#👑💀 anon

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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If it's okay can I request general yandere headcanons for Leon, Raihan and/or Kabu please?

You got it!

🔞18+Only!🔞 for unhealthy relationships!🔞

CW : stalking, kidnapping

👑Leon👑

- he’s delusional. He saw you in the stadium during one of his matches, and even bumped into you afterwards! You were so nervous and polite, so sweet and shy.

- He’s the champion after all, of course you’d be nervous about bumping into him. You were just glad he was nice, and not angry with you.

- But that’s not how he saw it.

- You were nervous and shy because you love him! And that’s okay! He finds you so cute, so charming. He can’t help but try and find you on social media.

- He wants to know you! He tries to bump into you, but he’s always getting lost.

- Yet you find him! You help him find his way back to town! So much so, he offers you to work for him, to help him not get lost.

- The pay is insanely well, how could you refuse the sweet champion’s offer?

- He’s always falling you around, hanging off your every word.

- You don’t seem to notice his glare at reporters, or his ‘friendly’ touches lingering. He’s Leon, he’s always been an affectionate man, what’s there to worry about?

- You confused when people start asking you about your boyfriend, or how long you and Leon have been together.

- You aren’t dating Leon, so what gives?

- Asking Leon this, he just tilts his head at you, his confusion mirroring your own

- “What are you talking about? We are coming up on our one year!”

- He tugs lightly at his long purple hair, golden eyes filling with tears that never fall.

- “How could you say that! I’ve been doing everything for you, because I love you! You’re mine, please, just sit down and we can talk about this!”

- “Leon, there is nothing to talk about-“

- The more you deny it, deny him, the more he starts to hyperventilate. It only gets worse when you tell him you’re quitting.

- He won’t allow it! He can’t! You can’t leave him! Through all his crying, through all his begging, his pleading for you to stay with him, to not throw your entire relationship away.

- He panics.

- You can’t leave him! Not after all you two have been through!

- You won’t remember exactly what happened.

- But you’ll wake up, cuffed to his bed, and his bedroom door upgraded with so many locks.

- His Dragapult sees you’re awake, and phases out the door. Only to return with Leon.

- “Ah! I’m so glad you’re awake. I was worried I was too rough, haha!”

- You try to move, thrashing, demanding to be freed.

- “Shh shh it’s okay, love! I got you, you can’t leave me now, isn’t that great? You can be with me forever, isn’t that great! My sweet spouse.”

- No matter what you say, he truly believes you just need an adjustment period.

- You love him! He just knows you do!

🐉Raihan🐉

- when he first saw you, he knew he needed your contact information. But you made that easy.

- You work at a battling café, said to be one of the best employees, and hardest to beat.

- You look delectable in your uniform, smiling so warmly at him, ready to battle.

- You were a challenge, but that only made him want you more. Making his infatuation grow.

- Your name tag made it easy to finding you, allowing him to stalk you easily. He finds your posts easily, seeing you post pictures of your pokemon, things you’re proud of, and outfits you felt more confident in.

- He’s drooling, you’re so hot, so perfect.

- Your posts show him you’re so kind.

- He becomes a regular at your café, only asking to battle you.

- “They are the only one who’s giving me a challenge.”

- Your coworkers are jealous that THE Raihan, only wants to battle you. He’s easy to talk to, he’s always so chill, and fun to talk with.

- And with your coworkers current attitudes towards you, he becomes the main person you talk to anymore.

- He asks you for your contact information, as if he doesn’t already have it. So he can follow you.

- You aren’t away how he scares all your suitors off.

- Who’s going to talk to you, when you ‘boyfriend’ is Raihan? Who’s glaring at them from over your shoulder? Who texts them to leave you alone, cause you’re already with him.

- You fall into a depression, as your friends no longer want to be around you, as people whom you thought had a connection with, no longer want to be around you.

- But Raihan is there, he makes time for you, even when he’s at work! He always makes sure to text you the second he has a chance, or when you text him.

- He gives you his undivided attention. You’re his beloved, how can he not?

- Raihan makes sure you have no one in your life, except for him! All you need is him anyways.

- He’s two faced with you.

- You only see how protective, funny, kind, and loving he is. You don’t need see how he gets with other who want you, or to get between you and him.

- He tries to hide his possessiveness from you, nor wanting to scare you off. But sometimes it slips, but he’s so charming and easily covers it.

- You can quit your job, and move in with him! He can take care of you! Let him take care of you.

- Let him spoil you, let him be the only one.

❤️‍🔥Kabu❤️‍🔥

- Kabu is a tricky case.

- He met you as a trainer working under him, helping him in his gym. You’re such a hard worker, he can’t help but be around you more, asking you to train with him.

- He finds himself falling in love with you, seeing you with yours and his Pokémon only solidifies that.

- Kabu tries everything he can think of, to earn your affection, but he can’t seem to win your favor. So he tries, and tries, and tries, never giving up.

- Bringing you lunch, offering to take you out.

- “It’s the least I can do for you! Your work is admirable.”

- “You must take breaks! Your body can only work, if you take care of it. You can only show your full potential, if you are rested.”

- Kabu gets bashful when he tries to tell you, how lovely he thinks you are.

- But you only take it platonically.

- He’s a yandere that won’t make a move, just longing for you from the shadows.

- It’s not until you say you have a crush on someone, does he snap. You can’t be with anyone! Only him! Why would you betray him like this?

- No, no no it’s a mistake! You’re being guilted that’s it! Being manipulated by that person.

- Kabu thinks you’re so innocent, so pure, you just see the good in everyone! That had to be it! You don’t want to think that person is evil.

- But Kabu does.

- Kabu purposefully keeps you away from your crush. You belong to him, so why should that other person be around you?

- You are meant to be his spouse! As he’s meant to be your husband!

- He knows this is wrong, he does! But he can’t stop himself, you’re the spark his flames need.

- He knows it’s wrong of him to fantasize about keeping you for himself, but the pain in his heart, when he sees you with another is too great!

#yandere #cw.yandere #yandere pokemon #yandere pokemon x reader #pokemon leon x reader #pokemon raihan x reader #pokemon kabu x reader #pokemon swsh x reader #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon headcanons

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the-banana-0verlord · 9 months

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ahahahahaha I liked mc's request at a girls' sleepover jiji I would like to ask for something similar, for vile schoenheit, when mc fem deliberately excludes him from the sleepover, telling him that he can't go because, at the sleepover they will do girly things "like putting on makeup , wear masks and gossip" duh~ ....but the truth mc only said it as a trap/joke to see if he would come anyway or not xd idk a casual joke to the queen ✩ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕 thanks!

How Vil would react to getting denied to a sleepover

Notes: Fem Reader. Vil is a spiteful little mf

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👑Offended? Him? Of course not, hahaha, why would he, Vil Schoenheit, be offended?

👑He is 100% offended. He is absolutely outraged. So, he does the next logical thing: he goes with Rook to the spa to rant about it.

👑If you're going to have a sleepover without him, then he's going to the spa without you. Take THAT!!

👑And why would you even think he wouldn't like it if it was girly???? He's Vil Schoenheit, for crying out loud, he would wear the most sparckly dress ever if it was fashionable!

👑As you repeatedely try to call him to tell him the joke, he's busy getting his nails painted bright pink while a beauty mask and cuncumbers rests on his face.

👑After a good mud bath, his nerves are finally calmed down, so he comes home to his dorm.

👑There, he sees all of the missed calls you left. Still, he doesn't call you back and lets you wait a bit more before calling you back. What did you expect? He's extremely spiteful.

👑And since he doesn't answer to his phone anymore, you decide to call Rook instead, because it's almost certain they're together.

👑Who to choose? You or Roi du Poison? Hard choice indeed, Rook.

👑In the end, he chose both as he helped you organize another sleepover, inviting Vil this time.

👑When he finally arrives, you get the chance to explain everything to him. He forgives you... But now he's throwing a boy's sleepover, and you're certainly not invited.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Have a good day/night!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #Vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #twst vil #twisted wonderland vil #twst vil x reader

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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WAIT can I request you do that secret option where roach would get passed around like a toy by the 141

👉👈 -👑

Yes indeed 😏

Luke's Spicy Snippets (6)

Pairings: Roach/Everyone

Warnings: cock warming, deep throating, rough sex, biting, blood kink (I think), edging, lack of after care (implied that Roach denies it), dehumanization, mean 141

"Cap-Captain," Roach's voice was a stuttering mess. He felt completely exposed, the expanse of his flush skin on display for anyone who would walk into his Captain's office to see. There were no sets of eyes on him though and, in fact, even the man currently buried balls deep inside of him didn't seem to be paying attention to his presence. "Please, I need you, God, I can't-"

All his begging earned him was a hum from Price. The older man's attention was focused solely on the bit of paperwork on his desk. The only thing he'd said to Roach in the past hour was a quick request for him to move his hands from where he'd had a death grip on the man's desk.

Roach tilted his head back against the other man's shoulder, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. He was hard and leaking, kept that way by his Captain's hand that would occasionally come forward to give him a few slow jerks. He was desperate, the arousal that had been resting in his gut for the past hour was not enough and it kept him right at the brink of insanity. He was needy, he hated getting ignored like this for so long. Cock warming was never his favorite, but Price loved it and he would give Price whatever he wanted. But, above all, his legs were beginning to fucking hurt.

"Please," he begged again, nearly choking on his words as Price's hand wrapped around his cock to begin those slow torturous jerks again. "Please, Price I want you, I need you so fucking-"

The phone on Price's desk started to ring and Roach snapped his mouth shut. Price's hand on his cock sped up slightly, pulling muffled moans from his mouth. He was doing his best to stifle them, but he knew his Captain would do his best to make him break when there was the possibility of someone else listening in.

"Stay quiet," Price pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder before picking up the phone, "This is Price." There was a quiet moment as the other person spoke. Roach tried to keep himself silent, but it was hard when the hand around his cock felt so deliciously good. His hips jerked slightly into the movement, earning him a small slap on the thigh and a scolding look from Price.

The hand on his cock tightened, setting a quick and harsh pace that had him letting out quiet little gasps and trying to stifle his own moans. Pleasure zipped up his spine. Price's thumb stroked gently over the head of his cock, running repeatedly over his slit. The man twisted his hand and Roach couldn't help the loud moan that tore from his throat.

Suddenly the hand was removed from his cock and his Captain's fingers were shoved into his mouth, silencing him. He sucked on them obediently, only giving a small whine at the loss of friction. "Alright," Price's voice was tinged with amusement and Roach realized suddenly that he'd missed the man's entire conversation, "I'll send him over. Give me about fifteen minutes." He paused for a moment before chuckling, "Yes, I promise he'll still be usable."

Roach understood immediately what the phone call had been about and he couldn't help the way that excitement coiled in his gut. It wasn't often that multiple of his team members needed him in one day. Price hung the phone up and, before Roach could react, the older man had pulled out of him and roughly shoved him to lean over his desk, his legs spread wide.

Price was quick to slip back inside of him, his grip tight on his hips, "That was Gaz," one of his hands stroked along Roach's hip, "You're needed in the locker room after this." He didn't say anything else, only started a quick and punishing pace with his hips, fucking Roach into a pliant moaning mess.

"Fuck," Gaz tilted his head back, an appreciative sigh leaving his mouth, "Hmm, go on, you know what I want."

He tugged Roach's hair, using his grip to guide Roach's face away from where he'd been licking and sucking at his balls. Roach went obediently, his eyes already glazed over from the way he'd been immediately shoved to his knees as soon as he'd stumbled into the locker room.

He gave a moan as Gaz took a moment to rut his cock over his face. Once he was pulled away fully he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, looking up at Gaz with wide eyes. Gaz gave another moan at the sigh before grabbing the base of his cock and resting the tip of his length against Roach's tongue.

He started with small, shallow thrusts, rutting his cock along Roach's tongue. "Fuck, that's it," he slowly pushed further. As soon as he could, Roach closed his mouth around Gaz's cock, alternating between sucking at the tip of his length and stroking slowly over him with his tongue.

Gaz allowed the movement for a moment, holding his hips still as little pants left his mouth. Eventually, though, he grew impatient. His hand tightened in Roach's hair and he slowly began to fuck his mouth, thrusting deeper and deeper with every jerk of his hips.

It wasn't long until he was moving quickly, using his grip in Roach's hair to force the younger man's mouth further around his cock. With every move he brushed against the back of Roach's throat, pulling choked out little moans from his mouth.

"Shit, oh fuck, so- oh, so fucking good," Gaz pulled Roach down hard, pressing his nose against the hairs at the base of his cock and holding him there for a moment as he choked around the length of him. Finally he pulled him all the way off, allowing Roach a moment to breathe as he admired the sight of him.

Drool dripped down Roach's chin and tears fell freely from his eyes. There was a hazy look on his face as he gave several little pants. For a few moments there was a thin string of drool that connected him to Gaz's cock. "Fuck, such a pretty thing," Gaz tightened his grip in Roach's hair, "'m gonna come in your mouth, want you to take it like the good little thing you are." With that, he shoved his cock back into Roach's waiting mouth.

Roach was stumbling back to his room, using the wall for support for his shakey legs. He had cum still running down his thighs in his pants and he was sure he looked an absolute mess. Between Price fucking him and Gaz taking his mouth, he'd say he had a pretty productive day. He was beginning to regret turning down Gaz's offer to help him back to his room, though. He'd just felt guilty about accepting, after all, he knew the other man had plenty to do.

"Roach! There you are!" Roach froze in his place, turning his head just slightly to meet the approaching form of a grinning Soap. He couldn't help but meet the other man's grin with a smile of his own, affection curling in his chest.

"Hi," his voice was creaky and sore, his throat feeling the effects of Gaz's rough treatment.

Soap gave a chuckle, wrapping his arms around him and starting them off toward their rooms. "Gaz warned me that you'd already been used today, they definitely did a number on you."

"Nothing I can't handle," Roach assured him quietly. He allowed himself to be guided back to his room, at least, he'd thought his room. It wasn't until Soap was unlocking the door that he realized he'd been guided past his room and toward Soap's.

"Hope you don't mind," Soap gave him a small smile, "I leave on a mission in an hour, and, well..."

Roach rolled his eyes fondly at the man's awkwardness. He'd never been able to ask Roach outright for what he wanted. "Well," he motioned to the door, "help me inside and get to it then." Soap didn't even bother wrapping an arm around him, he just moved forward to wrap him up by the waist and sling him over his shoulder.

Roach vouldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips as Soap slammed his door shut behind him, quickly walking them over and dumping him onto his bed.

Roach watched as Soap started to unbuckle his belt and tug at the tops of his pants and underwear. "How do you want me?"

"Your thighs," Soap grunted as he was finally able to pull his cock out. He started to give himself several slow and measured jerks, saying nothing as he dug through his side drawer for a bottle of lube. Roach was quick to shove his pants and underwear down, kicking them off onto the ground with his sore legs.

Practically as soon as they hit the ground and Soap's hands were on his legs, tugging him to the edge of the bed and spreading them apart. Roach could do nothing but watch with low eyes as Soap stroked hungrily over his inner thighs, ducking down to pepper kisses along the expanse of skin. Roach tilted his head back at the feeling, giving soft little moans until a harsh sting had a yelp pulling from his throat.

Soap pulled back excitedly, a small bit of blood in his teeth from where he'd broken skin with his bite. Roach gave a weak moan at the sight. It didn't take Soap long after that to begin slathering the lube across his thighs. He hadn't even bothered to warm it up, instead he simply laughed when Roach yelped at the cold and hissed at the feeling of the lube against his fresh and likely still bleeding bite.

By the time he was satisfied with the slide, Soap was already fully hard and leaking. He pressed Roach's legs together carefully, holding his shins against his shoulder as he slowly slid his cock between Roach's thighs, moaning at the sensation. He pressed Roach's legs together harder, creating a tighter sensation around his cock.

"Fuck," he gave a growl. He leaned down, bringing Roach's legs with him and nearly bending the other man in half, Roach whimpered at the stretch. "Not quite as good as your hole, but at least I can get some use out of you." With that he started to quickly rut himself between Roach's thighs, the only sounds filling the room were his moans and the slap of skin against skin.

Soap pulled his legs tighter to his chest, latching his mouth and teeth onto Roach's leg to begin biting more harsh marks into the others skin. Roach whined at the feeling, his entire body moving with Soap's desperate thrusts between his slick thighs. He could see as precum was smeared in with the lube and bit of blood that decorated his skin and he knew based on the deep moan that Soap gave that the other could see it as well.

"When," Soap panted between his harsh thrusts, his hips already beginning to stutter, "When I get back from my mission, gonna make you, oh fuck, gonna make you choke on my cock like Gaz did." He gave a deep groan, his eyes closed and his head tilted back as he continued, "Gonna make you fucking cry for my cock. You want to cry for my cock? Want to be a good toy for me?"

"Yes," Roach answered back, knowing how much Soap liked it when he talked. His own cock was starting to grow hard again, the sight of Soap and the words that he spoke causing arousal to flood him. "I can be good," he whined out, "Want your cum, please, John!"

Soap came moments later, painting his chest and thighs with his cum.

Ghost found him in the hallway on his way back to his room. The man had only given a grumble of, "They don't know how to clean up after themselves," before slinging Roach into his arms and carrying him kindly back to his room.

Thats how Roach had found himself under the warm spray of a shower with a chill still going down his spine from the cool press of tile against his chest.

His head was buried in his hand as little sobs escaped his mouth. His legs were shaking and he knew that he was only able to stand thanks to Ghosts hands tight around his waist. Ghost was moving slowly, thrusting in and out of him at a hard but slow pace. With every rough hit of his hips against Roach's ass, his cock nailed the other man's prostate, torturing him with a slow panging pleasure.

"Simon," he sobbed, trying to press himself back further against the other man, "please, please, please!"

Ghost hummed, pressing sweet kisses against his shoulder as he continued his slow pace, "Don't know what you're asking for, Bug." He sounded completely unaffected by the current situation, the only evidence of his enjoyment were the occasional grunts and moans he would let loose and his hard cock splitting Roach open.

"Need," Roach gave a watery gasp as Ghost's hand wrapped around his cock, joining in with slow torturous thrusts, "Need you!"

Ghost chuckled, "You have me, I'm fucking you aren't I?" He gave another roll of his hips and a sweet little nip to Roach's throat. The pleasure he was forcing on Roach was almost overwhelming, and yet it wasn't enough. He'd been slowly building Roach up, but with his pace it was like the build up was never ending.

"You're so, so- ah, oh fuck, so mean!"

"I'm mean?" Ghost gave another chuckle, nipping at Roach's ear before adding, "I'll show you mean."

With that, his slow pace was gone. Be began to fuck into Roach quickly, slamming their hips together with a punishing pace. Roach couldn't even moan as the pleasure overwhelmed him, taking his voice until nothing was left but weak desperate gasps. Finally he was almost there, he was almost to the point of tipping over and being set alight with the buzzing of pleasure through his system. He just needed a bit more. Just a bit more and-

Ghost stopped his movement, stilling completely inside of Roach and pulling a harsh sob from his mouth as the pleasure that had been about to spill over slowly ebbed away, taken from him with no satisfaction granted. Ghost answered his sobs with a low chuckle and a kiss to his neck, "I told you I'd show you mean. Let me do it again just to make sure you got the idea."

Later, as Roach was cuddled up in bed against Ghost's chest, he had to mentally applaud himself. Four in one day! Sure he couldn't walk, but it was definitely worth it. After all, what was more enjoyable than taking care of his team?

#gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #call of duty #ghostroach #soaproach #roach x gaz #roach x everyone #roach x price #task force 141

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arminsumi · 9 months

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okay i have to ask.. have you ever seen narnia? and if you have.. can you imagine armin in the narnia world?! i feel like he would be prince caspian but like.. instead of prince caspian being himself, armin would be him instead.. yknow what i mean?

it’s 1:12 in the morning i need to sleep 😭

anyway, i hope this made sense 😭😭

˗ˏˋ꒰ 👑꒱ prince armin

Armin x princess!reader

Content; royalty au, fluff, prince armin and princess reader

A/N: ahhh I vaguely remember the first film as a child and having a massive crush on that one guy who ate sweeties and betrayed his friends?? anywaysss i decided to write about prince!Armin, i hope that's ok? 😭 i just don't know anything past the first narnia film but i still wanted to fulfil ur request so i took the words 'prince' and 'armin' and RAN lol

Prince Armin is almost always the main topic of discussion among the commoners in Eldia, even in Marley. He's amiable and handsome, even the princess of Marley can't deny that she has a crush on him — but that is a hushed secret, because what would her subjects think if she revealed affection for the enemy's prince?

The whole Eldian kingdom buzzes with excitement. "Oh, did you hear? Prince Armin is visiting the village today. Apparently his hair is as golden as the sun, and his eyes as blue as the sea!"

He exudes pleasantness, like the legend of King Arthur. A strong yet humble man, as gentle as they come. He visits the village by the sea with his childhood friends and to-be knights, Eren and Mikasa. Waving at the crowd, answering the kid's curious questions about his past battles, smiling brightly, kindly speaking, laughing shyly when girls ask to be his future queen.

But Prince Armin has eyes for the Marleyan Princess. What he'd give to have your hand in marriage. If only the two kings could get along. If only you and him weren't utterly and totally forbidden from loving each other, then you wouldn't have to resort to such secrecy and meeting in the still of night in the palace courtyard.

He kneels and takes your hand, promising that one day, after the war, he will be your king.

#armin #armin arlert #prince armin #royalty au #prince au #aot #snk #attack on titan au #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #armin x reader #armin x fem reader #princess!reader #fluff #armin fluff #aot fluff #snk fluff

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zstargalaxy · 2 years

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lol how about eevee or hisuian zorua or even alolan vulpix with twst guys of your choice

Interesting choices! And very large range of possibility!

I will be doing one for now but i might do the rest one at a time so we'll just see ;)

Today will be the Alolan Vulpix x Pomeifiore students.

Also, if anyone is gonna request a next scenario or anything at all, pls put of what type of relationship you would like to see the boys with the Pokemon MC or any extra details you might wanna see.

For this one, it will be romantic.

TWISTED WONDERLAND x POKEMON

POMEIFIORE x Alolan Vulpix MC

👑VIL SCHOENHEIT 👑

Such grace, such beauty, such elegance...

Vil is contemplated of whether he should admire you for your unbelievable beauty or despise you for how you naturally flaunt your beauty without even knowing that you gain a fan base among NRC students and outside.

(Which included Rook)

He was taken back when the mirror assigned you for he's dorm despite you being a girl yet wasnt all that shock.

Afterall, Pomeifiore is base after the Beautiful Queen after all.

Yet he cant get that lingering jealousy that he had over you.

ESPECIELY HOW YOU TEACH THE BABY POTATO HOW TO DO A PERFECT POSTURE AND DO GOOD MANNERS WITHOUT HIM COMPLAINING!? COME ON!!

Everytime he asked Mira on he's phone on who is the most beautiful one of all, it would sometimes result in he's long time rival, Neige LeBlanche, or even YOU

He was somehow both relief and displeased at your not participatingship at the VDC event but he let it slide...for now.

He always glances at you and what you were doing (being he's usual self)

But he cant get this...weird feeling he is getting from whenever he is around you.

Especielly seeing Neige being so close to you.

He cant just stand it!!

After the whole overblot accident, Vil learns to appreciate you more and learn that you werent even aiming for he's dream that was for him alone (even though it sounds abit ridiculous)

Infact! You two started dating (after the events of Chapter 6)

Whenever you two go have an outing for your date, you both decided somewhere secluded and private to not get any of their fans on you both.

Though, obviously, Vil understands and keep their relationship a secrat to not get any prying eyes on them or a crowds of people ruining their date whenever they go out.

You even decided to bedazzle him an small uet elegant ice dance for him. Just for him.

You are definetly he's muse for inspiration.

To love.

🏹 ROOK HUNT 🏹

Quelle beauté! merveilleux! superbe! Were among the many compliments that Rook can come up upon seeing you at first glance.

No beastman has ever caught he's eye like you had and he is head over heals at how beautiful and majestic you are.

And dont get him started when he saw your ice moves and small dance from afar.

He is enchanted!

You were kinda freaked out whenever he stalks you like a hunter aiming gor the fox's fur.

During one time, you even use powder snow on him during one of he's stalkings and Vil wasnt happy about that.

Rook was sad upon hearing you are not participating for this year's VDC event but he truly understands and let you do what you want to do.

During the training of VDC, You and Rook kinda got closer and kinda band togather when you two saw how Vil acted very strangely.

You two secrately discuss and even gave theories on Vil's attitude until the day of the competition.

Rook was right about it when Vil tried to Poison Neige with an Apple juice.

After the whole Overblot incident, you two became even closer than before.

And could you believe it? You two are togather.

Though abit creeped out by he's stalking, you slowlu came to understand that it was him showing fascination and love.

The majority of the beastman even supported your relationship!

(Though its probably because Rook is mostly putting he's attantion on you)

🍎EPEL FELMIER🍎

Amazing

Epel cant deny that the small show that you provided with your ice moves was something he had never seen before.

And when he saw you fought? Ultimate respect.

You two bonded immediately when you both want out for fresh air from the atmosphere of the Dorm that they unfortunately been assigned to.

Chatted, Joke around and even told one another about yoursalves and what you had expected from your first years in NRC.

Epel expected to be in Savannaclaw while you didnt expect to enter at all.

Yet as time flies by, you two kinda appreciate being in Pomeifiore for it had brought you two togather.

You two even became sparring partners in secrat.

You had taught him how to defence and offense during this sessions and had taught him a valuable lesson about how both of your looks can be a big disadvantage in battles.

Like how the opponent may look at you being weak and punny but you have used that as a way to suprise him and attack him.

Epel immediately falls in love with you.

And after the whole mess (Both Overblot and VDC), you two offically became a couple.

Oh yeah!

One time when Epel's family had sent him apples, you had made your famous homemade Malasadas with the apples as the filling.

When the small boy had received a letter as response from he's package of Malasadas to he's family, all it had said from he's Gram Gram is...

MARRY THAT GIRL.

{BONUS}

"The quiet falling snow from the skies!

Crystals of water.... Constantly shimmering!

Blanketing the world with their frosty Z-Power!

Together with my fiery spirit, rise up into the vast sky once again!!!

Subzero Slammer!"

You had used your z-move during Vil's Overblot.

And everyone was SHOCK!

If you hadnt explain to anyone of what creature you are or where you had origanated, anyone would may somehow mistaken it as your Unique Magic.

The amount of ice and power that they had all seen was both mesmerizing and frightening for it had easily defeated Overblot Vil all at once.

After that mess, everyone immediately came to you about your "Unique Magic"

When you explain to them about it, they didnt such an item exists in the first place until you fully told them about who you are.

About where you come from, that you are from another dimension, a different species, Pokemon, etc.

They took it all in at wonder and shook at the new information that they now have.

They all swore to keep it a secrat from any outsiders.

The Pomefiore trio pledge on that.

After all, they wouldn't want to lose their precious little fox now do they?

#twst x pokemon #anime #twisted wonderland #vulpix #alolan pokemon #twst mc #twisted wonderland x pokemon #pomefiore #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #rook hunt

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honeyynymphh · 2 years

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| Nothing Ever Lasts Forever |

Papa IV x FemReader rating: E word count: 6k warnings: dark copia, dub con, dom/sub, knife play, decap (flashback), abuse of power. please check ao3 for all tags

“You still wear his paint.” Not a question. Just a statement. He hardly ever asked questions. There were orders, demands, requests—not to be denied. “He is dead, sorella.”

The Emeritus line is finished. There is a new Papa now to serve, but you are hesitant to throw your loyalty and love aside.

But he gives you no choice.

read on A03

🗡️🕯️👑🗡️🕯️👑

You should have been happy today. The nerves surging through you now were meant to be ones of joyous anticipation, not sick dread. As you stood there before the altar, barely listening to the bishop performing the ceremony, your stomach twisted. It was an effort to keep your eyes locked onto the unholy bible held in the bishop's hands, you didn’t wish to look next to you—though the heat of the man by your side burned through your many layers of clothing.

The bishop spoke, his words echoing in the cavernous cathedral. Nobody else made a sound, not a muttered whisper or cough escaped from the pews behind you. Not a soul would dare to speak. You could feel their eyes on you; some pitying, some relieved—so grateful it was not them standing where you stood—and others, though only few, seethed with jealousy. Those were the eyes of siblings you did not trust.

Gratefully you would have traded places. You did not wish to be stood here, before Satanas, in this elaborate gown. The inky fabric shimmered under the candlelight and bounced off the threaded gold and blue embroidery. Your face painted, though not painted to honour the man you were to be tied to. No, to his predecessor. When you had made that horribly long path down the aisle, you had sworn his eyes had burned at the sight of your paint. But it had never been required for any sibling to change the paint they wore during ceremonial affairs. It was easier if you pleased the man next to you. But this one small act of rebellion he would not take away from you. The droning words of the bishop suddenly stopped. The silence of the cathedral was heavy, it felt like it sucked at your feet and pulled at the skin between your fingers. It made you itch. But it was only brief, for another Sister of Sin had come forward to help you move the mountainous fabrics of the skirts of the dress to face him.

Gloved hands reach for yours and clasped them tightly as you try to focus on a spot above his right ear. The veil donned upon your head, lace shimmering like a spider's web, made everything look all dreamlike and hazy. It felt like a shield. It was one.

The bishop was speaking in Latin now, one hand making patterns in the air before you, the hum of magick burning against your wrist as ropes of fire materialised before you and twisted around your clasped hands. It wrapped around your arm like a snake, the smell of magick tickling your nose as it went. It was a strange heat, you could feel the power of it coiling in your gut, could feel it tugging at your lips, your hands, your breasts.

If it had been your Papa standing before you, you would have welcomed it. Would have easily let the arcane magick of the Rite of the Prime Mover sweep through you and let it take over. But it wasn’t Emeritus the Third that stood before you now.

The guilt felt heavy in your chest at that thought, but nothing compared to the weight of the ornate ring that adorned your finger. It was like an anchor, weighing you down and keeping you in place. It should have been one of comfort, but it wasn’t. It was not the ring you had originally worn. That now lay buried in a stone coffin underneath the abbey all the way down in the catacombs along with your dead lover and his two dead brothers.

“...bound eternally to His Unholiness, Papa Giacomo Copia,” came the voice of the bishop as the bonds flared before fading. He then moved to carefully pick up a deep goblet before handing it to Copia. “Accepting our Unholy Lord internally for the gifts he may bestow in return.”

Taking a deep sip, Copia’s eyes never left yours. He pressed the goblet against your lips, the veil caressing your skin as he gently tipped it up. The wine was sweet and heavy, and you swallowed it greedily before it was taken away.

“Nema.”

The echo of the congregation reverberated around you as Copia came even closer, the surrounding candlelight flickering over the jewelled mitre and casting strange shadows across his handsome face. You felt his hands lift the veil before his mouth pressed against yours. Such a quick kiss, but the intention behind it made your stomach clench and your blood sing, the brief taste of him lingering on your lips as he pulled away—those mismatched eyes full of something purely predatory.

There was no time to think on it because you were being pulled away by your other Sisters of Sin as they lead the congregation out of the abbey's basilica and towards the audience chamber. Tonight it would be filled with food, music and wanton entertainment. Your muscles tensed as you entered through the large doors and were ushered to the long table that had been set up in front of the throne. Usually, this room was empty save for the throne that sat on a raised dais. Now it was full of tables piled high with food and wine while flowers and vines bursting with fruits snaked up the columns that lined the circular room. Like the rest of the abbey, the ancient walls were decorated with exquisite artworks and the tiled floors gleamed. It was a beautiful and airy space, the large arch windows letting the last of the sun's rays come spilling through the stained glass to cast specks of colour everywhere. It was hard to see the beauty in it these days though.

Looking around as you carefully took your seat at the head of the table you noticed that everyone seemed to have relaxed now; ghouls, siblings and other clergy members chatting away as they selected a table and immediately began to snatch at the feast before them. They were probably relieved it was over. You were certain some of them had been sure you'd run—maybe you should have. But no, running would not solve anything. Before you, lying between all the meat and fruit was a sharp steak knife, his metal blade looking sharp as the light glittered off of it. With a quick glance around to see that nobody was paying attention, you grabbed it and hid it beneath the folds of your dress. It was probably not going to help, but it was somewhat comforting to feel it there. And as the night wore on you barely paid any attention to your surroundings, everything around you was a blur as the hours ticked by. You did not feel like eating and merely pushed the food around your plate.

Your eyes fell on the tiled floor in front of you. It shone in the light of the red candles that had been lit around the room when night fell. You were dimly aware of the sound of happy chatter, clinking glasses and Copia's low laugh in your ear as a gloved hand grasped yours. You would have flinched if you had been paying attention but your mind was lost staring at that marbled floor.

Had it been only a few months ago that you had been in here? Had everyone really forgotten?

It felt like a lifetime ago that the man next to you had been but another clergyman. Cardinal Copia had been kind, polite and mostly quiet—if not a little awkward. He had just been another member of the abbey, albeit an important one. But he had not been threatening. Perhaps you could have called him a friend if you had taken the time to get to know him better. Terzo had always said that Copia was a good man, though it seemed your Papa had been wrong.

They all had.

Dismissing Copia as nothing but the man who took care of the numbers, who kept the library in order, or the one that was just simply at the beck and call of the Emeritus family. But he had been the person who had kept the entire abbey from collapsing in on itself. The man knew everything. He had been part of the shadows—always there, always listening and always watching.

Now he loomed around every corner, his face stitched into fine tapestries or depicted in large paintings that hung throughout the abbey’s many halls. Most of the tapestries and paintings of the Emeritus line had been taken down, and so centuries of history had been rolled up and stored in the abbey cellars along with the rats.

Some had laughed. Some had simply rolled their eyes at the sheer ludicrousness of the little rat man getting so high on becoming Papa that he just had to lord it over everyone by making sure nearly every wall of the sprawling abbey held his face. Some—you are certain a particularly mischievous ghoul—had scribbled rat ears and a tail over one painting.

That had ceased when the three brothers had been found dead and Sister Imperator the one charged with murder. Her screaming and kicking as Copia’s ghouls had brought her in before him in this very room had been horrifying. Nihil had stood there with her, begging Copia to send her to the dungeons beneath the abbey. The sight of the old man pleading to that expressionless face had been haunted you for weeks.

“You can’t do this!” Nihil had shouted, his hagged breathing had echoed in the large chamber as everyone watched in frozen silence. “No matter what you do it will never compare to the Emeritus line!”

“There is no Emeritus line anymore, old man.” Copia had said, that voice so calm and sure. No stutter, no awkward pauses. The smoothness of his speech had been unnerving. Who was this man?

“Cardi—please!” Imperator managed to get out. “Have mercy, I am your—”

Her words had been cut short by the piece of cloth placed over her mouth, muffling any further protests. You had not been able to see her face, though you are certain that you could imagine the horrible terror in her eyes.

Copia gestured then to the ghoul holding her before she was made to kneel.

The sound of Imperator’s head thumping onto the ground after a ghoul had swung an impossibly sharp sword to sever it from her shoulders had shaken the entire clergy. Silence had fallen, a sucking soundless chasm had filled the room as the body had toppled to the ground and bled out, the tendrils of blood seeping over the white marble and filling the gaps like rivers. You had watched, unable to look away from the horror of it all as the blood had soaked the edges of Nihil’s white vestments.

“You’ve gone mad, Cardinale!”

Copia had not even glanced at the old man, he had just waved a gloved hand towards the sword-wielding ghoul before there had been the hiss of the sword slicing through the air once more and the second thud of another head hitting the stone floor.

“I am Papa, not Cardinale.”

There had been no jokes, no graffiti, no disobedience since that day. The heads of Nihil and Imperator had been spiked and stuck next to the throne for a whole month before the smell had been too much to bear. But it had been a warning to any that would not follow orders.

You blinked, trying to shake the memory from your mind. It was not good to dwell on it, best not to think of the awful things he had done. The whispered rumours that flew about the abbey grew more abhorrent and absurd with each passing day. What had happened to the Cardinal? To that quiet and kind man who had always been so gentle and eager to help you.

The rumours were all different and it seemed everyone had an opinion—though quietly whispered whenever the man was not in residence lest he hear. Some said he’d always been like this, the shy and awkward man they’d all known had merely been an act. A way for him to seem unthreatening to Papa Nihil and worm his way to the top. Others claimed he’d been possessed by an unwelcoming spirit bent on havoc after a ritual gone wrong. Some said he’d simply gone mad with power. And there were some that believed that in his madness he had killed the three brothers, framed Imperator and taken that coveted position to lord it over them all.

And then there had been one other rumour. One that had been whispered by that same mischievous ghoul. That the Cardinal had made a deal with the Dark Lord: in exchange for becoming Papa, he had been brought down into the bowels of hell and had his body possessed and reborn with the unholy spirit of the Antichrist.

You weren’t sure what to believe. Nobody dared say to ask questions. And it seemed the more time that passed, the more people seemed to forget. The Clergy was flourishing. You’d barely seen any of Terzo’s ghouls about the abbey these days. It had also been rumoured they had been sent back to Hell by Copia because they would not serve him—they would not serve a false master. But nobody seemed to care.

A voice was speaking to you and you turned your head to see one of the new ghoulette’s at your shoulder, her angular face observing you carefully.

“Come with me please, Sister.”

Everyone was looking at you now but you stood, your hands carefully holding the skirts of your dress to cover the knife within it before you followed the ghoulette out of the chamber. You could feel the eyes of everyone burning into the back of your head as you departed and the clanging of the large doors shutting behind you as entered the hallways echoed in your mind. The nerves in your stomach returned, making you feel as if a pit of snakes was twisting in your gut. You'd walked this path to the papal suites so many times before but you did not stop at the door with the ornate "Emeritus the Third" carved into it. As you passed you could see it was locked and it looked like someone had tried to scratch the name out of the wood. Your feet moved down the hall until the ghoulette was pushing another door open and leading you into an intimately decorated sitting room.

It was so similar to Terzo's room yet so different. It was far tidier—it had a manic sort of neatness about it—and the velvet hangings and damask furniture were a deep blue instead of a royal purple. There were books stacked in neat rows along shelves and through an open set of double doors you could see the large four-poster bed. you felt the ghoulette's hands on your head as she removed your veil before she left you there without another word, the door shutting softly behind her. A tingle ran down your spine, you could feel the surge of the magick from the ritual still pulsing through your veins and fluttering over your skin. It wanted to be embraced. A large window with the drapes pulled back so you can see the moon full and bright hanging in the sky makes your chest ache. It would have been so beautiful if your Papa had been here. You would have cherished it but now you feared it.

"There you are, little bird."

Your hand gripped the knife rightly through the fabric as you turn sharply to see Copia standing there. You hadn't even heard the door open nor his footsteps. He reaches for the mitre on his head and gently lays it on a nearby table before he removes the vestments and carefully folds them before hanging them over the back of a chair. Underneath he is wearing the black and gold vest he usually wears on tour with that black poet shirt and those ridiculously tight pants. By all rights, he should look more approachable without the papal vestments but he somehow seems more intimidating. Maybe it's because he seems so much more real and not some horrible yet enthralling symbol of power. He still looks powerful but it's a softer kind, understated.

It's unsettling. And so is the way he looks at you as he moves closer until he's within arms reach. You know why you are here and what you are meant to do. The rite is meant to be consummated on the night of a full moon. You can barely move, you feel too highly strung, like a string about to snap. One of his hands reaches out and lightly touches your cheek and you flinch.

“You still wear his paint.” Not a question. Just a statement. He hardly ever asked questions. There were orders, demands, requests—not to be denied. “He is dead, sorella.”

“I know.” You can feel the emotions catch in your throat, the thick feeling of grief and guilt making your throat want to close. Maybe you can appeal to his sense of humanity. “He was my Papa. My friend. My heart.” That was a mistake. You should keep your mouth shut. Copia has that look on his face, his brow furrowing and his jaw twitching as his eyes narrow. But once you've spoken it can’t help but pour out. The emotions you had tried to keep locked away all day could no longer be contained as something within you twanged. “I love him," you say. "He was everything to me, Your Unholiness. He was mine and I was his.”

“Mmm.” The anger slides away from his face until his lips quirk in a small smile—which is so much worse. “Was. Was, sorella.” He takes your free hand, though there is little reassurance to be found in his touch. It was not a gesture of comfort but of possession. “You are mine, now.”

A hand was at the small of your back as he lead you further into the room, the heat of his hand searing through the fabric. The heat licked at your veins, a soft tease of arousal. You knew it was part of the binding magick, but it did not create false attraction. It merely guided it, tended to it and let it run free.

“I promise you will enjoy this so much more, amore, if you remember that.”

Amore.

The way Copia looked at you disguised nothing, his regular eye had grown darker and that one white eye positively glowed. The desire was clear, the entire clergy had enjoyed their feast earlier but now it was his turn. And while you could not deny that there was a certain rush that a man like him did want you, it was not the same. The anxiety spiked in your chest as he seated you on an ornate settee, and you tried to casually rearrange the knife by your thigh so that the skirts covered it as you gripped it tightly.

A flicker of fear tingled down your spine as he sat next to you, maybe it was best to acquiesce. You did not want to meet the fate of Imperator or Nihil. But you did not want to give in so easily.

“Why me?” you ask, trying to keep him talking. Distracted.

“They think I killed them," he says. "I did not, cara mia. But they did not do this church justice. Too prideful, too greedy, too much thinking with their cock and not their head—” A low laugh escapes him. “Not to say there is no merit in these things. But they were too soft. Particularly the Third.” His face comes closer to yours as he leans towards you on the settee, his breath tickling the side of your cheek as you feel his nose graze against the shell of your ear. “But he did have good taste.”

Sucking in a breath you try to keep your nerves in line and your hand on the handle of the knife grips even tighter. You are sure your knuckles are white by now and you can feel your own nails digging into the palm of your hand.

“Your Unholiness, I—”

“Papa.”

The pang in your chest aches sharply. “I can’t—”

“I am doing my best to be polite, amore,” he interrupts again, his voice slowly losing the amicable tone. “I am trying to give you the choice to submit even when we both know there is no choice. I am your Papa now. It is Satanas’ desire that you be mine…and you are.”

There is a jolt there from his words, and a gloved hand touches your thigh as he leans in closer. His fingers are so close to your hand and the fear makes you tremble. You can't help but glance down and the fear must have been clearly etched on your face as he follows your gaze. With a horrible sort of slowness you watch his leather-clad hand reach for yours. He grips your wrist and the knife falls onto your lap.

“Do you think me a monster?”

Yes. “No,” you say quickly, shaking your head.

His eyes never leave yours as he picks it up, the edge glinting in the low light of the room.

“Would that be easier if I was, hmm?” he whispers, turning the knife in his hands. “Do you want me to make you crawl on your hands and knees before me? Do you want me to fuck that mouth of yours until your crying for me to stop? Do you wish to be tied down with nowhere to run to? Hmm, cara mia?” The tip of the knife is pressed gently under your chin to tip your face up towards his and you dare not breathe. He leans in and the slide of his tongue against your neck makes you shudder. Your whole body is a conflicting storm of emotions. Anticipation makes your muscles tense.

Your Papa had never spoken to you like this, it had been all sweet praises and tender words. Of course, he had fucked you in every conceivable way but there had never been any malice. The cold feel of the metal against your skin is a welcome reprieve from the heat burning across your skin. Copia's words should not have made you feel the way they did. There shouldn't be excitement at the thought of him taking you nor should the knickers you wear already be damp.

Without warning, he's got the handle of the knife between his teeth as he moves to his knees before you and hastily pushes the multitudinous layers of fabric of your dress to bunch about your waist. Your hands grip the edge on the settee as you rest on your elbows to watch as he removes your shoes and presses the knife against the stockings you wear, the fine fabric tearing away underneath quick movements.

"You can scream if you like, little ghuleh," he says, the feel of cold steel burning against your inner thigh as it inches closer to the seam of your underwear. "I am hoping that you will." You feel the fabric give way and you are certain your face is burning in humiliation as his other hand peels the fabric away. You know he will be able to see how wet you are and hating the way your body has betrayed you, you try to close your legs but there is a prick of steel against your inner thigh in warning.

"No," he says. "Desidero il tuo sapore sulla mia lingua, pet."

You watch his head dip between your thighs and feel his hot breath against your wet folds before his tongue swipes over you, the feel of it making your eyes roll back. His free hand travels up your other thigh as his hot mouth latches onto your clit before you can feel a gloved finger against your flesh. You can feel how wet you are as he slides a finger into your pussy, the feel of it far too sinful with that knife still pressed against the soft flesh of your inner thigh. A moan escapes you as he adds a second finger, the feel of it far too good.

Those fingers twisted and caressed while that wicked mouth nipped and sucked. It was all so much and yet not enough. There was also still the feel of the knife pressed against your skin and your hips squirmed as you felt the orgasm building. There was a sharp prick of pain as you felt the blade prick your skin. The burn of it mingling with the pleasure before his tongue gave one languid swipe against your pussy before soothing the sting against your thigh.

“Please,” came your desperate cry as his fingers continued to pump at a languid pace. “Please!”

The tension was unbearable. The coiling feel between your thighs and the magick weaving through your entire body was making you feel feverish. Your eyes had closed but they snapped open when you heard the sound of the knife clattering to the floor. You watched with heavy-lidded eyes as his hands hastily grip the dress and tear it, the layers of fabric giving way with ease before it parted to leave you bare before him. A hand brushes across your breast until two fingers pinched a nipple, the shock of the pain sending another delicious thrill down your spine and loosening a low moan from your lips. Copia’s fingers returned to their ministrations between your thighs, the siren call of release just out of reach as they pulled you so close to the edge before they slowed. It was torture. A painfully decadent torture that made you crave more.

"I need to cum," you manage to breathe out.

“Ah, cara mia,” came the hum of his voice, the puff of his breath hitting your overly sensitive flesh. “You know what you must say, hmm, what you must do?” A long stroke of that sinful tongue swept through your folds. “You must give yourself to me as Satanas intended.”

Your hips bucked, your back arching as you desperately sought relief but one of his hands was pressing you against the settee. Another pinch on your nipple had you gasping, this time sharper and harder. The sting of pain blurred with the pleasure between your thighs and you couldn’t help the delirious moan that tore from your lips.

“Please, Copia.” It was more a pant than anything else. “I need to cum! Please!”

Your hands instinctively reach for him, trying to grasp at the front of his vest but he just grabbed both of your wrists with ease, lazily holding them to your sides.

“Oh, little ghuleh,” he tutted, his brow furrowing in mock disappointment. “You need to keep your hands to yourself or I really will have to restrain you.” That sent a little thrill down your spine and made your pussy throb with excitement.

The man fully removed himself from you then, leaning back on his knees before you. His paint was smeared completely off the bottom half of his face. He sucked his teeth and gave a little disappointing shake of the head, some strands of that dark sandy blonde hair falling across his face.

“Bene allora,” That devilish smile was back on his face. It should have been frightening and it was, but the arousal that seared through you was stronger. “Perhaps I was wrong, maybe you do wish for the monster?”

Quickly he was on his feet, his arms reaching for you and pulling you against him. You could feel the heat and hardness of his cock pressing against your stomach through the fabric of his pants as his hands moved to bring your face to his. That sinful mouth was devouring yours, you could taste yourself on his tongue. It felt like you were drowning in him as he easily manoeuvred you towards the large bed before the back of your legs hit it forcing you to sit unceremoniously upon it.

"Will you be a good girl for Papa?" His hands moved towards his pants, undoing them and letting his cock free. "If you are, sorella, I will let you cum." A hand shot out and brought your face closer towards his cock, the sight of it heavy, hard and leaking in front of you making your cunt clench with want. A hand twisted in your hair causing you to gasp, but it was enough for him to press the head against your parted lips. The urge to please him took over, and you tried to ignore the feeling of guilt and shame at how greedily you sucked and licked as you took more of him in your mouth. The sound of his moans only spurred you on as you bobbed along his length. Your hands gripped his thighs as he forced himself even further into your mouth, and you tried to focus on breathing through your nose as tears spilt down your cheeks. His hand tugged at your hair, the grip almost too painful. Your eyes locked with his and the raw lust that you saw made you moan around him as more tears leaked down your face.

"Così bella," he moaned above you. "Such a good whore for your Papa." He thrust eagerly, and without a care. "Receive all of me, pet."

His cock pulsed in your mouth, and you let him continue to thrust into your mouth. The grip on your hair tightened before you felt the hot spill of his cum hit the back of your throat. You swallowed, bleary eyes looking up at him above you. The hand in your hair moved to your face, a thumb dragging over your swollen lips. Your face was surely a mess now. And for a moment you thought it was over. But that was stupid. The whole point of today was to celebrate becoming Prime Mover, and this man was not letting you hurry back to the safety of your own room—this was your room now.

"Copia—" you start to say as you stand to leave.

"You were doing so well, little ghuleh," he says. "Being such a good girl but now you do not want to? No flying away, little bird."

He pushed you back and you fall onto the bed, hurriedly scooting back as he crawls towards you. He peels off his gloves and flings them somewhere before reaching to grab one of your wrists. There is the slide of soft silk before it tightens around your wrist. Your head snaps to the side, seeing the dark inky fabric against your skin as you feel him do the same to the other arm.

“You think I am done?" he tuts disapprovingly and you can see that his cock is already hard again. "I am going to fill you up, cara mia. And you will beg for it. Capisci?" Leaning over you, you feel his hands move everywhere, caressing your skin and making your back arch off the bed. The arousal from earlier returns in a hot rush and a whimper escapes your lips as Copia's mouth descends on yours, his tongue demanding and harsh. You relish the feel of his teeth biting at your lower lip and the way his hand digs into the side of your waist as he holds you down. "Don't you want to please our dark lord?” his velvet voice whispers in your ear. His tongue drags across your skin before his teeth bite at the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder. “Don't you wish for our clergy to flourish?” Another bite before he was marking his way down your side before his mouth hit the curve of your breast. “Do you not crave the gift that is being chosen for this purpose?”

His mouth envelops your nipple, those sharp teeth of his scraping against the hardened peak and then immediately soothing it with his hot tongue. Eyes closed you writhe beneath him. Sucking and biting, he pulls endless ropes of pleasure from you until they were all tangled up and connected to him. You were certain, in your lust-addled state, that you would let him do anything. All he had to do was pull on the strings like a master puppeteer. The sensations were overwhelming and the denial of release was driving you mad.

A nudge between your thighs and your eyes flew back open. He was naked between your legs, muscles moving sinuously under hot skin, his cock once more hard. Your stomach clenches at the sight of it, the tip leaking as he lazily fists a hand over it. His knees prodded your legs further apart as he then ceased his stroking to lean over you, the burning heat of his cock against your thigh.

Hot breath ghosted against the shell of your ear as he positioned himself above you. Your hips twitched as you felt him slide the head of his cock through your wet folds, your cunt desperate to be filled. “Do you want me to fuck you, pet?”

No words escape you as he slides the head in, it was a delicious sort of torture. Already so on edge and desperately wanting more, this only made it worse. Nerve ends firing as the magick stirred within you, recognising the act and encouraging your legs to spread further apart. The promise of being filled has you trying desperately to get him deeper but you merely struggled against the bonds that held you down.

“I—,” you tried to speak but the heat between your legs was making it hard to concentrate. “More.”

He frowns down at you. “You did not answer my question, sorella.”

“Yes.” It hisses between your lips. "Fuck me, please."

“Yes, what?” he asks as slides in at a tantalisingly slow pace.

He’s finally filling you, the stretch of it so satisfying after such endless torture, but you need him to move. Hips squirming you try to create friction but the man above just leans back as he tilts your hips up, causing his cock to slide in even deeper. Another moan escapes and you feel like you want to cry—and you do. You can’t help the few tears that manage to slowly spill down your cheeks. The frustration is driving you mad, the lust amplifier by the magick making every part of him that touches you throb. But now that he’s inside you, it’s even worse, The desire to be taken is overriding everything. You should feel guilty that you’re letting him do this, that you’re not fighting.

But Terzo is dead. Copia is Papa now. And the things he was making you feel were intoxicating.

“Do you not want to fucked by the son of Satanas?” The words are growled out as he gives one sharp thrust, making your clit throb and your pussy clench around him. “That is what the rumours say about me, no?”

Sucking in a breath as your wrists pull at the restraints you try to focus on him. Your mind feels like fog but you muster a frown at him.

“I don’t believe everything I hear.”

“Perhaps you should.”

A feral kind of delight appears on his face before it manages to both stay the same yet look entirely different. The eyes look red and the planes of his face sharper. An arm moves with inhuman speed to clasp gently around your throat and you can feel the prick of sharp nails on your skin. The smile on his face stretches until you can see the sharp teeth and a dark tongue that flicks out—you swear it looks forked.

Another sharp thrust into you makes your body shudder, the feel of him hitting you just where you need making you moan. The hand around your throat squeezes ever so gently, the delirium making your head spin.

“I am very patient,” he says in a voice that vibrates through your mind and makes your pussy throb in terrible anticipation. “I can do this forever. Submit.”

Another thrust and that makes you scream in anguished pleasure. The feel of him is electric and you can't help the thrill that fires through you at the sight of his not quite human face as it looks down upon you.

"Please, fuck me, Papa, please." The words are spilling from your lips and the satisfied grin he gives you before his hips snap into you is demonic. "Give it to me."

The hand around your throat tightens and as he pumps into you, his body pressed against yours, his mouth against your neck before his teeth bite down on your shoulder. The sharp pain makes you sob out his name as you feel the climax between your legs build.

"Cum for me like a good girl," he rasps against your skin. "Milk Papa's cock, cara mia. Let me fuck you full of my unholy seed."

A growl tears from his chest and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, the feel of it finally pounding into you sending you hurtling over the edge as you cum hard.

"Papa, please fill me up," you whinge as the waves of your release crash over you. "Make me yours!"

Another unwordly growl escapes him at your words and his movements speed up and become more erratic. It's not long before the undeniable feel of him spilling inside you causes another orgasm to rip through you. The ripples of it sear through you and cause your whole body to pulse in satisfaction. You feel delirious.

"Was that so hard, amore?" asks Copia as he leans back, his face and voice back to normal. His cock slips out from you and you can feel his cum drip down your inner thigh. His hand releases your throat and you feel his thumb brushing the tears away from your face.

You try to sit up and tug at the silk bonds. His head quirking to the side as he watches you.

"Again you think I am done?" He laughs, the sound making you shiver. "Not at all, pet. No freedom until that delicious cunt of yours is overflowing with my seed."

When his hands begin trailing down your body you squeeze your eyes shut and let the feel of him take over again. Tomorrow you will let the guilt set in. Tomorrow you can beg for forgiveness from a stone coffin. Tomorrow you will hide away. But for now, you will play with the monster and let him take you again and again until you can take no more. ------- Been staring at this for too long so I said fuck it and posted it. Apologies for any mistakes. Desidero il tuo sapore sulla mia lingua, pet - I crave your taste on my tongue, pet Così bella - So beautiful Bene allora - Well then Capisci - Do you understand?

#fanfic #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #papa iv x reader #cardinal copia x reader #dark copia #my-writing

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Oooh theory on platonic Yandere due April , Donnie ? Do you think their would work well together or be at each other throats ? Also hiya 👑 hope your doing ok !

IDK WHAT UNIVERSE IM IN ANYMORE.

Tw: mention of drugging, controlling thoughts, very brief mention of killing

Yandere Platonic Donnie + April Theory

I think they would be at each other’s throats. Like sure they’re great friends but when it comes to their best friend, even they won’t work together.

April doesn’t mind too much working together, as long as she can still be friends with you. She can get aggressive sometimes, but manages to be willing enough to cooperate; Donnie, however, would rather destroy all his tech than to coordinate as a group/pair.

He’s already controlling as a Yan, and with how he is as a person sometimes, he just doesn't want to have a partnership with someone to achieve what he wants to have alone. I've referenced this briefly, but he can actually be quite clingy if you give him the right type of affection (validation). His friend reassures him so much he can’t help but crave more.

Diana is protective of you which comes to the conclusion he thinks April is too brash. He fears you might get hurt by her terrifying energetic personality and not mention her never-ending weirdo magnet.

Another thing to point out is how controlling he is. He wants you to follow the guidelines he’s set up for your benefit. And April often steps out of said guidelines with her personality. So he gets a little pissy when she exhibits her “bad influence” on you.

All in all, Donna just doesn’t want to share you.

Meanwhile, April is standing there like, “Bitch tf you mean no??? Literally a higher chance if we work together?”

April wants to have any benefits possible so having Donnie deny her request pisses her off. It angers her to no end.

She won’t try to hurt him in any sense but she’ll make fun of him verbally once in a while.

Donnie is lucid, so lucid. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help but indulge himself. He wants to be the only friend you have, the only one you rely on. No one else is better for you than himself.

Which also means he will not hesitate to do everything to make sure he’s the only friend you have. I don’t think he’ll kill April, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries to do something: drugging most likely.

It’s honestly just April trying to be a more morally correct person meanwhile Donnie just goes full blast.

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Sorry if this was short, I’m like super out of whack (I was supposed to finish this last night but chaos happened).

- Celina

#rottmnt #Tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise Tmnt #rottmnt x reader #Tmnt x reader #Donnie #April #Tmnt 2018

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angeledeggs · 8 months

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hellooo, me again, what modern artists/songs do you think the m6/courtiers would like? •3•

OKAY OKAY I LOVE THIS

Asra💜:

Okay I kinda feel like Asra likes like Arabic rap and like some chill lofi.

He definitely listens to like lofi girl comps for sure but like also Wegz and Freek and stuff

Oh also I feel like he kind of likes lots of indie tiktok musicians for some reasons and has a pretty diverse music taste.

Except for country.

He hates country.

Julian🦠:

BLP Kosher DNDUEJEHS NO IM KIDDING

Okay okay but for real though I think he's kind of a jazz and klezmer genre type of guy (im NOT PROJECTING YALL I SWEAR)

Okay so I think some of the main music or artists he would listen to would be like Herbie Hancock, Bill Evans, probs the Jewish Starlight Orchestra (NOT PROJECTING I PROMISE), the Klezmatics, just lots of general jazz and klezmer

I feel like he has like, a personal thing against hip hop, though.

Muriel💙:

I don't really know for him 😰😰😰

NDHDSHDB IM SORRY

I just don't know what to do for him I'm sorry y'all 😭 if any of you have ideas in the comments let me go

Nadia💎:

I just feel like she's like a super big musical fan but like she's SO picky with her musicals

Like her favorite type of musical is Indian musicals but she does have her fair share of other fav musicals (Legally Blonde)

Her favorite musical is totally Ram Leela and no guys it's not because that my favorite musical

She always has an earbud in one ear wherever she goes so she has like a million wireless earbuds and also Spotify premium, apple music, and everything lol

Oh but I kind of feel like she kind of likes mitski idk why

Portia🧡:

Oh my god definitely a mitski stan and IC3PEAK just bcuz I said so JSHSJ

I feel like she also likes plenty of like indie artists

Her favorite genre is definitely indie or maybe Russian music specifically Russian pop since she likes to connect with her culture

She also likes listening to Russian pop just so that she can learn Russian a bit more easier I think

Lucio👑:

IDJDNDN I DINT KNOW FOR HIM EITHER YALL TELL ME IF YALL HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR LUCIO IN THE COMMENTS

Valerius🍷:

Oh my god he is such a total music snob

He is totally like oh you like POP?? How unreFINED of you!!

Is only like someone how listens to CLASSICAL and will like totally judge anyone else who dosent listen to classical

Listens to bach, mozart, all of the classic composers.

Vlastomil🐛:

I feel that Vlastomil is kind of like Valerius in the sense that he likes to listen to classical music but I don't really feel that he's a music type of guy.

He is a super old demon, after all.

Vlastomil is totally the type of guy to own a million records and whatever but NEVER listens to them at all and also won't let anyone touch them

Valdemar💉:

JDJDHDHS A KOVACS FAN

Total KOVACS FAN YALL

Okay I'll admit it I AM projecting right now but I KNOW that in my heart of hearts they would LOVE nandVIBE with Sharon's beautiful music I mean come on JDJSHSB

Just like LISTEN to Child of Sin and TELL ME they wouldn't have a little existential crisis at it like odjdndndbdJDJSJSJSJSHS that song is SO them!!

Volta🍰:

Okay okay hear me out a blue kid fan and a mitski fan

Like you kind of wouldn't expect it with the way she acts but she loves both of them

I also feel like she doesn't HATE country but,, she doesn't LOVE it either? She's kind of in the middle.

But she just HATES Jazz and classical it's not the thing at ALL.

Vulgora⚔️:

Oh my god I just know that they deny listening to music because they don't want to seem weak 😭😭😭

BUT THEY TOTALLY LISTEN TO POST MALONE

I just feel like they do even though it's not like them it all

I kind of also feel like they'd listen to a five hour compilation of workout music when they sleep to help them relax idk why 😭

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count-alucard-tepes · 11 months

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Can you do op daddies reacting to you saying I hate you in an argument 👀 I would really appreciate it if you do my request ❤️❤️

Kizaru ✨

He would be pretty hurt by this but would not show it on his face just yet. He would leave for a couple of hours just to clear his head.

Akainu🌋

He knew that his S/O didn’t mean what they just said so he would just be tending to his garden while they cool off. He didn’t want to lose his temper.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He would be so pissed off and would shout the same back at his S/O before storming off to a bar.

Fujitora 🐅

He would be very hurt by those words and would separate himself immediately from his S/O, he doesn’t like confrontations like these.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He would snarl at his S/O, “…join the club, love”, he’d hiss before heading off to his office, he was beyond angry.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He would smirk at his S/O, “…and I love you more than the stars in the sky”.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He would be angry that they said that but he isn’t someone who would continue an argument so he’d just leave for a while to clear his head.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He is completely over the argument as he knows that they didn’t mean what they said so he would just go and stuff his face with donuts to calm himself down.

Killer🔪

He is really hurt by his S/O’s words and would go on a walk thinking about what he did that was so wrong.

Kaido🐉

He’d smirk and try to pull his S/O close, “…I know you love me…you can’t deny it”.

King 👑

He would leave and would not come back for days. He doesn’t like being disrespected at all and does not tolerate it.

Queen👑

He would be a little hurt but would play it off cool, “…you don’t really mean that…not after all we’ve been through”.

Izou🔫🔫

He would just roll his eyes and refuse to acknowledge what was being said.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

He would just leave and give his S/O some space as he didn’t like arguing.

Oven Charlotte 🍞

He would lose his temper and probably have a shouting match with his S/O.

Buggy🤡

He would be hurt and trying to hold his tears back as he goes for walk and tries to think what he did wrong to make his S/O this mad.

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

He would just give his S/O some space as he really dislikes arguments and unnecessary drama.

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iheartchv · 3 months

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Hi, I saw the Valentines letter post and I was wondering if you have room for 1 more request? I'd like to request a letter for Anna, from König from CoD. She has been having trouble accepting any romantic feelings from herself and those aimed at her, but she really fangirls over this character, so I'm hoping this could be a nice surprise for her.

My Dearest Anna,

I hope this letter reaches you in time for Valentine's Day. I know this might seem silly, but I wanted you to know that you're beautiful, you're a wonderful lady, and you are worthy of any romantic feelings. Don't deny it, please, my little hase. You've got a loving heart, and you're nice and sweet, and also kind, I'm sure of that. I have fallen for you.

If I had you, I'd show you how I feel for you. Actions speak louder than words after all, ja? I want to hold you in my arms. I want to run my fingers through your hair while I leave small kisses on your lovely face. I know you'd blush for me and look up to meet your sparkling eyes with mine. I want to be lost in you, and be so far gone that I don't know where we begin or where we end.

Please say you'll be mine, my dearest?💝🌹🍫

-König 👑

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bowandcurtsey · 2 years

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hello hi hello AINE👑💖 can i pls request nozel, william and fuegoleon with their crush who is very very dense like the boys r tryna give hints all the time and she doesnt notice? But she very much likes them but is having a hard time exressing her feelings? Thank u stay safe Aine❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎

Hello Anonyyy ! Thank you and I hope you’re safe! Aha and you put a little crown after my name, hehe you're so cuteee. (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

Nozel | William | Fuegoleon x f! reader

tw: unchecked works

Nozel Silva

It's not that hard to tell that he likes you really. His favouritism is over the top. It's obvious and he does not care.

"Why does y/n get a drink and we don't?" Solid would complain.

"She doesn't ask stupid questions like you."

Yeap, he could be plain obvious and you'd still think that he treats you as "just someone he trust a little more than others"

Besides sending you gifts, he would also send you home often, he gives you more leeway whenever you made a mistake.

Everyone teases the both of you, (at this point everyone is frustrated that the two of you won't confess) but you would still deny that you and Nozel were anything more than "just good friends".

At one point Nozel would really start questioning himself, were you really that dense or were you actually not interested in him but you were just being nice to him.

Of course it was not the truth, you just had a hard time even telling him how you feel and you couldn't bring yourself to believe that Nozel Silva could actually fall for the likes of you.

Until one day, Nozel overheard your conversation with Letoile when she was visiting the Eagles' HQ.

"I think he sees me as a good friend that's all~" you voice came from the pantry, "he deserves a beautiful noble lady that is strong and smart, not like me, hahahaha!"

Nozel was in a grumpy AF mood the whole day. Until evening, he decided to ask you once and for all.

"y/n. do you like me?" he asked you directly.

You blinked at him but he was staring at you intently, waiting for an answer. You were freaking out inside but you managed to pull yourself together to answer him that you did in fact like him, "more than just normal friends"

"great. I like you too."

You both stayed in silence until you reached your home.

"So, I'll pick you up at 6 this saturday for a date." the grumpy royal was no longer that grumpy anymore.

William Vangeance

William had the patience of a saint. He finds you cute whenever you're so dense and innocent about him liking you.

He would gift you presents and be very obvious about it too.

"Let's go for lunch, y/n." he'd only ask you, and you'll happily skip out along with him. Some days you would ask someone else whether they wanted to go together as well, and it amuses William to no ends because it meant that you were really dense about him wanting to spend time alone with you.

He knows that you like him, Mimosa accidentally told him once, but he felt like it wasn't the time for him to be in a relationship at the moment because of the whole elf thingy.

Regardless, he courted you even though you did not know of his courtship. He took care of you silently and spend time with you whenever he could.

"You will never feel that you're ready ready, captain." David told him once, "what if you just miss out on her like that? Or are you assuming she'll always be waiting for you?"

William didn't think much about what David said, because he saw that you were still always happy to be with him. Until one day your father decided to set up a blind date for you. And you went. And William freaked out.

He flew all the way to look for you and sat from afar, watching you and the guy sit through a date. He was feeling antsy throughout because you both looked like you enjoyed each other's company.

William walked up to your table, startling you and your date. He made a lame excuse that there was some emergency back at the base. Well you were dense, so you believed him and dumped your date.

But the moment you were both out of that man's sight, William confessed to you.

"I was stupid not to tell you this earlier y/n, but I like you very much and I hope that you'd go out with me."

Fuegoleon Vermillion

He's as dense as you, don't worry. But he's not as dense as Yami, thankfully.

He would question himself every single time he dropped a hint and you didn't catch it.

Was it not obvious enough? Or did you not like him? But you seemed pretty interested every time?

He would pretty much crack his mind thinking about how you felt. And even though everyone told him that they were pretty sure you like him too, he still doubted himself a little. Because "what if they were wrong?"

He was absolutely teased by Mereo for this, "could you just man up and just confess? What's the worst that could happen?"

He was worried that if you didn't feel the same way as him, it would make the friendship awkward.

He tried dropping more obvious hints in the next few months. He only brought you as dates to events, he only went out alone with you and he even brought you out on dates and gave you flowers.

He asked Leopold to ask you how you felt about him. And you said, "He's an incredible man, and he's my precious friend!"

He confessed one day when he saw William passing you flowers. He couldn't stand the jealousy. The lion finally found his courage to speak out his feelings.

"Because you didn't confess, I thought you did all these because you cared for me and just wanted someone's company!" you explained, "Also, the flowers were not from William, there were from Mimosa but she fell sick so she asked someone who was passing by to bring them to me!"

-end-

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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Hello, Sashi! Can I have a spot for Prince! Ichiji x F! Reader with the prompt secret mission: assassinate the prince? NSFW please. Any kink you consider will work! Thanks!

Hi!! of course!! I hope you enjoy it! It's a little dark but I think Ichiji is one of the best characters for writing dark fics! Thanks for requesting! 💖~

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 ~ 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊! 𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝕴𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖏𝖎 𝖝 𝕾𝖕𝖞! 𝕱! 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ~ 𝕴𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕺𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖕

tw: DARK EXPLICIT CONTENT!. Mentions of killing and death. Poison using. Saddistic tendencies and practices. oral sex. cream pie. slaps. once again DARK content.

wc: 3.5k

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The strongest soldier.

Sadist, an assassin. Severe, and quick.

Sliced throats, white foam forming on their mouths, chose the way. Torture or a quick fix? Anyway, they all end up dead.

Your best mission, killing a Prince; Vinsmoke Ichiji. The next King of the enemy’s kingdom. For the sake of your country, for the sake of your homeland.

There he is, drinking and enjoying himself. Girls around he doesn’t even look, courtesans that run their hands all over his chest, down , down his chest. Some bite his neck, some sit over his lap.

Their cheeks are red, alcohol fills the veins of the young women playing with the prince. Cheeks red like his hair, falling back, almost even wet from the clouds of smoke of that bar.

Your heels hit against the floor, and the loud music rumbles on your chest. The long boots made out of shiny black leather squeeze your thighs, and the short skirt of your dress does too. Nothing more exciting than a beautiful woman for Prince Ichiji.

Your hips swing from side to side, and your elbows end up buried in whichever man’s ribs that dares to touch you.

You have chosen cyanide. Sweet, sweet poison that would end up on his fleshy lips sending him to a painful death. The little bottle filled with some drops hangs from your neck as a deathly piece of jewellery.

He laughs and drinks and pushes many women away. Who knows who the men that are surrounding him are, but they are about to pass out; none of them have the same powerful capacity to drink as he does.

A few steps away, he is a few steps away from you. But you aren’t simply touching him, not like the rest of the girls. You need to call his attention…

You pass straight next to him, not even touching him, just trusting in the addictive dance of your hips. The counter of the bar is some meters away, and as you walk towards there you can sense his blue eyes fixed on the low cut of your backless dress.

Resting your arms over the wet table, your spine curves making your ass lifted up. Feline position, legs crossed, the leathery material of your boots grazing with each other.

“A Bloody Mary, please” you request to the barman, a subtle smirk with ruby red lips assures you any drink you want instantly and absolutely free. Is not that the bartender wasn’t someone you knew, in fact, he was one of your colleagues. The prince shouldn’t have come to your land, so nonchalantly visiting your bars, and touching your women.

And just as you expected, the despot royal who thinks everything is his, placed his gloved hands over the counter next to you. You lick your teeth, like a blood thirsty beast waiting to devour a prey that has just fallen in your trap.

“I will have the same as the lady right here” he commands to the barman, owning a side look under your long fluttering lashes. A subtle smirk, seductive and irresistible draws in both of your mouths, and damn the prince is really handsome after all.

You get served at the same time. Reaching for the slice of citric on the cup, you take it to your lips. You lick the juicy drops over them, acting completely unaware of the persistent stare of Ichiji Vinsmoke over your profile.

Ichiji feels uncomfortable, why is that bitch not looking at him? Why are you not pouncing onto him? Are you perhaps a challenge? There is nothing Ichiji is denied, and you, of course, won’t be the exception. He wants you, and he wants you so bad.

He takes his hands to his chin, desperation crippling inside him, heat crawling from his sex to his mind. How much will he have to wait until you look at him, directly.

The dim red lights of the bar shine in between smoke clouds creating images like lasers, or even sparks. And you don’t have to look at him to know your legs are now reflecting on his dark cherry glasses.

When your drink is finished, and you are sure his too as he had drunk it in just one go you hear his rather melodic voice ask for another drink. “Would you prefer something fruity, or perhaps something stronger this time?” he asks, implying you might be a little weak. If he only knew…

“I will take whatever you take” you tell him, finally speaking directly towards him. “Sure? Ladies aren’t that used to have stronger drinks” he spits, mockingly and probably based on misogynistic beliefs.

You smile, the bunny has fallen into the trap. “Well, if I can take it, could I rely on you to take me home?” you come further and whisper closer to his ear. His exquisite cologne reaches your nostrils, and you have to fight the urge to touch him. A false step could cost you the accomplishment of such important mission.

Ichiji laughs, and the classic smirk that he holds with pride garnishes his countenance. “Of course, I could take you to my hotel room if you don’t mind. I’m sure you must know I’m the prince of the Germa Kingdom”.

Of course, I know you are Vinsmoke Ichiji… bastard

“It’s a deal… my Prince” you say, slowly, sexily, deathly pronouncing the last words with tempting tone. “Heh…” Ichiji laughs, asking the bartender his best bottle of Sake from Wano. A strong choice, yet nothing your well-trained body could manage… Oh, but for the sake of the mission, you will have to act like a poor drunken damsel in distress.

You pour the first cup, of course, a Prince shouldn’t be serving but being served. The total submission hints you give him excites him more and more. You can even notice the effect your crossed legs have on his by the bulge growing on his white pants.

After the second cup, you are growing impatient… maybe that sake is stronger than you thought, or maybe it’s just the way his prominent collar bones flash as he unbuttons some buttons of the black frilled shirt he is wearing.

You fix your eyes into the little drops of sweat running through his neck. “Sake surely makes me hot” he says, while you notice a little blush over his cheeks. Is the prince drunk already? Apparently executing the deathly plan will be even easier then.

You fan your face with your hand, grazing the little container with poison hanging from your neck. Your long red nails barely scratch the prominence of your visible, revealing cleavage. You tilt your head, and as the snake that lured Adam and Eve to eat the apple from the tree, you bite your lip.

“It is indeed really hot in here, my prince”. “Then let’s go to somewhere else, shall we?” he says, and the next stage of your plan has just started.

Both walk to the exit of the bar, passed out drunken women rest over two men of green and blue hair. Quickly you recognize his two younger siblings, future princes you will have to kill eventually, too.

Outside, a carriage pulled by huge cats with the number 66 engraved in their headbands, waits for you.

Ichiji grabs your hand, and helps you sit in it. Acting like a true gentleman, well knowing the true nature of his intentions. “Thank you, my Prince” you mumble sitting and waiting for him to sit next to you. He nods, and you can already feel the intimidating aura of a man that wants to use you as a semen deposit for the rest of the night.

His gloved hand rests over your knee, and many are the times you have to remind yourself you are on a mission and that man by your side is nothing but your enemy… but the prince is handsome, isn’t he?

The bumpy roads on your city make your breasts jump attracting Ichiji’s eyes, and as he is delighted by their hypnotizing motions, he comes closer to your ear. “I might want to fuck you all night long, darling” he whispers, grazing your lobe with his kissable lips.

You would lie if you said the gasp that went off your mouth was an acting, and you surely felt a shiver run through your spine. Up and down, finally ending on your core.

“Will you fuck me, my prince?” you murmur, following Ichiji’s words.

“More than that, woman” he says, passing his index finger from the valley that forms in between your collarbones down and over the little bottle.

Soon, you arrive to his hotel. The luxurious Adlon Hotel, in the western part of your city, next to the antique monument representing the gates of it. Security guards that look like clones surround the place and scans you up and down, you are nothing but a whore… or that’s what they have to think. You do not represent any danger to the future king, in fact, the only person in danger here it’s you.

You get down with his help, his hand travelling further from your waist to the small of your back. “Good evening, my Prince” two of the clones salute him and take a look at the revealing outfit you are wearing. You can feel their eyes on you and how his dicks get hard as you walk pass them, but you are only here to make just a man hard… hard, stiff, and cold… make this man a corpse.

Fixing your sight on the luxurious tiles of the Adlon Hotel as you walk, make you a little lightheaded, or is it perhaps Ichiji’s hand around your waist? Either way, you just walk, hiding your face with some of your hair locks. You don’t want to risk any of his intelligence system to notice who you really are.

“You have come here to kill him, (Name). You are a spy, you are a killer” you remind yourself on and on and on, because your body begs to let this man at least fuck you once before you give him the deadly substance.

He gives you a light spank in your ass when the doors of the elevator open, and so you answer by simply giggling and walking inside it. Ichiji takes off his gloves and pulses the number six.

A ding announces the lift has begun to move. And as soon as it does, his hand squeezes your neck. His nose pressed against yours, his free hand already under the skirt of your dress. He smirks, pushing you hard against the mirror wall of the elevator, making you sigh with a mix of hate and ardour desire for him.

“I would most definitely fuck you right here, little whore. But my security insists is better to do this type of things on the royal suite” he says, burying one of his fingers on your sex. “Wet already? Good…”

Pondering extending the mission well passed a good fucking session, the doors of the elevator opens, and the opulence of the Royal Suite blinds your eyes.

Inside you go, and Ichiji doesn’t wait a single second to push you against the huge bed in the middle of the room. You land, sitting on the red velvety covers of such comfortable mattress.

“Heh…” he laughs, taking his glasses off. Revealing beautiful sky-blue eyes, irresistible sight that burns holes into your ablaze body.

Next, his shirt. Black cloth that fall into the ground and let’s you discover the ink on his right arm with the number 1. Of course, of course you are the number one… arrogant bastard.

Arrogant, hot, sexy bastard.

Next his pants, the belt with a skull and two rays hit the white marble of the floor, chiming louder. White trousers fall into the ground and then his white boxers too. It’s huge, hard, dripping. So tempting, deliciously looking… you want his dick inside your mouth, inside you, filling you up, deep, oh so deep…

But you have to kill him, focus.

Ichiji runs his fingers through his blood-coloured hair and licks his lips. You are his prey now… but are you really?

He walks towards you; his knee spreads your legs making your dress slide up your hips. The prince runs his index and thumb finger under your chin, pulling your head up to look him in the eyes.

“You are an interesting woman… You look as if you were hiding secrets… are you?” he says, smirking with devilish eyes. “Secrets?” you ask, suspecting his tone has changed from a horny man to a serious one. You are not really afraid, but what if the rumours of him being the most intelligent of the princes is true?

He doesn’t speak and instead he pushes back in a violent motion. Your back lands on the bed and Ichiji tops you. His knees end up trapping your wrists against the mattress and the plan is not going as expected. You were supposed to tie him up to the bed to make him drink the poison…

His hard shaft is a few centimetres from your mouth and precum drops drizzle your lips as his dick twitches over them. His sight show how he is not only horny, but he is defiant towards you.

Shit… I should keep the acting up… I will have time eventually to kill him

You smile and stick your tongue out, tasting the salty product of his tip you think it will be enough to trick him. “Heh… what a whore…” he murmurs, enjoying your now lips surrounding his dick.

You endeavour to play your role fighting against your own body acting on its own. He pushes his dick inside you, hitting your throat, making you gag and cry. His hips move, in and out and you began to sense the lack of blood flow on your arms as his knees press them hard.

Ichiji grunts, pulling from your hair to move your head violently. He sometimes pushes himself even deeper into your throat as he does with your head. Face and lips buried on his pelvis preventing you from breathing in a lustful torture of using you as a mere wet hole for his dick.

You sometimes open your eyes; they burn from the tears melting your makeup. Your sight begs for air, you need a second to rest.

Ichiji eventually grants you the privilege of oxygen flowing into your lungs. You cough, and pant. It’s humiliating and hot, and your mission seems to fade away, but as long as he doesn’t suspect anything, everything will be alri-

“Keep going, keep sucking my dick like the good whore you are, come on… I wanna know how far you are planning to go” he says, and you strongly suspect he knew who you were all along…

You receive him again, trembling. Does he really know? Or is it just for the fantasy?

A series of violent thrusts bruise your pharynx, and as his frown shows you he is about to cum, he does. He doesn’t let you move your head back. And instead, he forces your mouth and throat to get bathed by his warm, sticky release.

“Drink it all, bitch” he commands, giving you no other option than to gobble his seed up.

When he finally stops crushing your wrists, you move them trying to see if you are even able to move them back. The marks of his knees over them are now an imprint of how violent and rude he could be with a woman. Or mostly with any other human being…

He should be dead by now.

“Look at you, whore. Such a mess, tch!” he protests cleaning the rests of his cum from the corners of your lips. And just when you thought he would only want you to let him fuck your cunt, he rips your collar off your neck.

You try to stop him, but Ichiji slaps you not hard but enough to prevent you from moving.

“Hehehe! You want this? Huh? Why? What’s this liquid, mhh?” he asks, sarcastically rejoicing in your desperate look.

You grab your cheek and ponder your possibilities. Either you attack him with your martial arts training, or you act as a sweet damsel pleading that collar is just a piece of decoration.

“Speak, whore!” he demands, shouting at you, pissed off.

“I- I- That’s my collar, my Prince! It’s just a piece of jewellery, I don’t know what the liquid is!” you act innocent, scanning the best possible way to kick the bastard.

“Very well then…” he says, smirking and unscrewing the lid of the little container. “Then why don’t we share some drops?”

You widen your eyes, is this crazy motherfucker willing to kill himself too? But you have no time to think as he lifts you up from bed and puts you in the ground with one violent swing.

You remain still, as his hand first rips your dress and then lands on your neck once again squeezing it harder. The container with the deathliest cyanide concentrate gets closer to your mouth and he pours the tiniest drop over your lower lip.

You tremble and keep your mouth sealed tightly. The little drop slides from your lip towards your chin leaving a mephitic yellowish trail.

“Do you think this tastes good?” he says, coming closer with his lips to yours. You are unable to speak, he is gonna die… as well as you. You slowly throw your head back, is not that you don’t want him not to die but if he kisses you, you will have some of that venom too.

He lets go of your neck but pushes you back until you hit the wall behind you. Pinned once again, you can only pray for this man not to go into suicidal mode. You can’t move, or else you will die.

“Let’s play a game, shall we? I will fuck you so rough, so fucking rough… and we will see how long you manage until you can’t keep your mouth closed not to die, little whore!... or should I say, fucking spy?”

Tears fall from your eyes, with trembling lips. But insanely as it sounds your sex throbs, and the wetness of your exhilaration drips from your cunt to the floor.

“Also, I will have to be strong not to kiss those juicy red lips… is that cyanide? Hah! Crazy!”

Ichiji pumps his dick a few times and mercilessly impales you right there, deep, stretching your walls. You fight against the need to moan, to whine. You can’t open your mouth…

You close your eyes; tears blur your vision anyway. But Ichiji wants you to look at him. “Open your eyes, whore. Look at me with those desperate eyes. Beg for mercy, beg your prince to let you live!” he says, turned into some kind of sadistic demon.

You feel yourself about to be ripped in half, and your teeth grith one against the other to keep your lips pressed. Ichiji sometimes gets dangerously closer to them, panting with his mouth open as he pumps on and on in and out of you.

His warmth breath only blows the venom, and you can feel it getting colder but still present there. You cry and throw your eyes back as he also slaps and pinch your nipples.

“You are so good with this, whore!! You are doing it so well, but how long can you resist? Huh?” he says, thrusting into you even more violently and squeezing your cheeks making your lips get on the verge of separating.

The contradiction of being tortured and enjoying the way he fucks you is killing you as climax approaches and your lower limbs begin to tremble.

“Coming already? Good you are almost there!!” he laughs so insanely, and his face shows you he is coming as well as you are. “Well, I guess I will cream pie you, bitch… I wish I could kiss you while I fill you up but oh well…” he says.

You fell the nerves of your core exploding, orgasming so hard, crying and moaning, praying for this to end but enjoying the way Ichiji also comes inside of your womb.

Some seconds pass as he empties himself inside you, even more excited by the tears in your eyes. “Good girl, you didn’t die!” he celebrates, pulling himself out of you. You feel his seed drip and slide from your entrance into your inner thighs.

“MHH…?” you mutter, begging for him to help you knowing too well he probably won’t. But he does and snatches your arm. “Come here, bitch. I’m not planning on killing you” he laughs and walks you to the bathroom.

Ichiji opens the tap and uses his hand with warm water to clean your lips. Once, twice, until no rests of poison cover your lips.

“Now I can kiss you properly… but before I do… in exchange for saving your life I want to fuck you every night from now on… ok?”

“Yes… My Prince ~”

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