#THANK YOU SO MUCH KIND ANON YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL CREATURE…

[strangestcase]

I've been enjoying following along with Dracula Daily, and have really enjoyed smart, complex commentary about the book by people like you, so thank you for that! I especially am grateful that you acknowledge that the book and Stoker are racist, anti-Semitic, sexist, homophobic, etc. in addition to being a good book where it's progressive moments are accidental or confused at best, bc while I understand there are some nuances, it's tiring seeing so many people bend over backwards to argue that Stoker was a feminist and a champion of positive gay rep, with Dracula himself being seen as an actual positive gay character?

It's like fandom and shipping discourse has ruined some people's media literacy to recognize a gay predator/rapist trope rooted into anti-Semitism and Orientalism that instead, they see it as Stoker writing self-insert fic bc he wants to be fucked by vampires, and it's like, one can acknowledge the existence of homoeroticism without automatically assuming it's meant to be positive in context. I just opened the Dracula Daily tag this morning to see someone selling cutesy Pride flag stickers with the 'I can love too' quote like it was a heartwarming gay rep moment, and ?????

I really can’t comment much on this because YEAAAAAH I agree with you! I love Dracula but I feel like analyzing it as a modern media property (a mistake a lot of people make, hence why I stay away from the gothic fiction fandom) misses the mark. It is a book written in 1897. You have to read it as such. It is important that you do so. Sure, you could just do a surface level reading of it, but it’d be like chowing down on a carefully made meal- you wouldn’t be able to parse out the good bits, the bad bits, the bits you liked and the bits you couldn’t swallow. So anyway! This comment made my day and AAAAAAH thank you so much!! Overthinking classic horror is my jam, and I really hope you find cool new books to read! Maybe we can share them!

#THANK YOU SO MUCH KIND ANON YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL CREATURE… #lovingly feeds you beans

[cillivnz]

Hi 👋 I see you write for Lord Dimitrescu (miss a spot, hit the spot was brilliant and I would devour more) and I saw that you are taking requests, what do you think about monster hunter!reader x Lord Dimitrescu? You can take this in whichever direction you like best, but I do have a prompt idea!

Lord Dimitrescu and his sons find a trespasser on their land and Dimitrescu takes her in as his guest/prisoner thinking that she is a clueless lost traveler, not knowing that she's a hunter willing to get close to him by any means necessary, even if it means seducing a monster. Gaining access to his infamous library full of books on how to kill every monster known to man is just the first step, what she really wants is to find out the family's weaknesses and get lord Dimitrescu to let his guard down enough for her to kill him and every last member of his twisted family. Or at least that was the plan...

I just love villain gets the girl/ corruption stories and the idea of someone rolling up into that castle with every intention of wiping out the evil that lives there, but getting seduced instead... 😍😍😍

Love your work!!!

façade of seduction [lord dimitrescu]

PAIRING — LORD DIMITRESCU x MONSTER HUNTER!READER

WORD COUNT — 12.6k+ (i’m so sorry, it’s for the plot!)

WARNINGS — SMUT. eighteen+. AFAB!reader, dark arts, necromancy, the supernatural, mentions of murders, beheadings, cannibalism, vampirism, extremely dubious consent, cursing, extreme gore (blood, cuts, stabbing, mass murder, executions, etc.), reader uses seduction as a tactic, death of family, size kink, age-gap, degradation, pet-names, mentions as well as performed oral sex (talk of male!receiving, performed cunnilingus), fingering, female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, unprotected penetrative sex, weird & unspecific AU, creampie, cum-eating, breast/nipple play, clit stimulation, extreme descriptions (?), kinda sorta brat-taming.

A/N — whoa, baby! she’s done! firstly, let me just shower this anon with kisses for trusting me such an amazing prompt! thank you, you beautiful soul. i had a blast writing this, and i’m sorry i couldn’t finish it sooner :’( you’re a literal genius, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this, and thank you for the kind words! secondly,

i tried incorporating as much lore from the game as i could, majority of the plot is my own fictional work, and the rest [credited to the game] may have been tampered with to suit the plot of this fiction.

Lady Elvira Natalia Stoica is an original character — INCLUSIVE OF ETHNICITY, RACE, COLOUR, BODY TYPE, etc. the only definite characteristic she has is that she is reader’s doppelgänger with an identical appearance, and that her family is of the same origin as The Dimitrescus (Romanian).

Alcina Dimitrescu’s gender-bent version is named Alcides Dimitrescu in my fiction. the credit of his sons’ names goes to @angel-hawthorne ’s comment under this post.

there’s some deliberate references to my other Lord Dimitrescu fiction. read it HERE!

NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations]

"Idiotilor! Așa ne tratezi oaspetele?" : You idiots! Is this how you treat our guest?

"Oaspete? Dar ea—" : Guest? But she—

"Scuzați-vă." : Excuse yourselves.

căprița mea mică : my little doe

cameristă : maid

Pentru dumnezeu! : good god/for god’s sake!

𝓗unters.

Your father before you, and his before him. Monsters, demons, deities; anything of supernatural order, possessing paranormal traits needed to be laid down, and your family was bestowed with the responsibility to do so. They told you, you were god-gifted; possessing an astounding memory. It was as if you soaked in every word you read in journals rich in paranormal history, and carved every word into your brain with your own hand.

Those ungodly creatures fumed at the audacity of a mortal family killing the abysmal aristocracies in the name of slaughtering abominations.

How proudly you awarded yourselves the title of Vânători de urâciuni — Hunters of Abominations. Soon enough, though, the leaders of the Four Houses knew a lesson needed be taught, example be set; actions have consequences, and after all, you were mere mortals. Audacious, dangerous mortals.

The last of the Four Houses needed to be hunted down. Your father, your uncle, your brother managed to wipe out the other key members, before it was about time the reaper caught up to them. Weeks, months went by in weeping for them, never letting their caskets dry, but it was about time you stopped mourning. This isn't what you were raised to do — whom you were raised to be. There was no way in hell you'd let the last Family standing think that the danger was over, not when you found out that it was on their cue, their command, that the guillotine that slashed through your family's head held high, became the inevitable demise of the men of Vânători de urâciuni.

'Fuckers even had the audacity to send the heads back, all nice and packaged, and signed. It was then, you realised, the weight of your name's responsibility lies on your shoulders, now. Mother was too deep in the waters of depression, perhaps, vengeance would serve as her lifeguard, and you sought to get it. For her sake, and yours.

Packing the the remnant of your belongings, primarily, lore on whatever mutation resembled that of what you've heard the family to be; barbaric, and vampiric, you set voyage to Castle Dimitrescu, the Lord's stronghold within the vicinity of a titular Eastern European village; Romania, in other geographical terms.

After weeks on foot, travelling from place to place and squeezing in some good o'l slash-and-dash of monsters into your quest, you reached the abysmal castle. The oppressive aura surrounding The Dimitrescus' colossal abode could be felt miles away from its actual foundations, the monotonous venus blue atmosphere, the trees that have been decayed for decades, peering into your periphery, mortifying the sight of Castle Dimitrescu, even more. You shake off a shiver, determined strides leading you forward. An ominous forest welcomed you, seemingly, the flora responded to every step you took on the onyx soil; you were not too far from the gigantic gates of the castle, deciding to take a breather and assess just what you were dragging yourself into, the massive mountainous foliage providing a safe haven, temporarily.

Rummaging through the contents, page after page, you landed on Wendigo. You knew your ancestors categorised mutations in the same category as a Wendigo, it being the severest form of inhumanity; the mutated man would resort to cannibalism, still humanoid — tall and pale with elongated limbs and pale yellow eyes. If the Dimitrescus were anything like a typical mutated Wendigo, you hadn't thought this through. Then, you remembered your brother's journal.

He was vague with words, often scribbling up a précise at the end of a hunt. Too consumed by your tears, you initially forgot about it, until you realised halfway through your voyage that your mother packed his journal for you, and some documentations recorded by your father and your uncle in their youth, though, you highly doubted you'd be coming across an extinct creature.

There it was — the last page of his journal — the twenty-seventh page to be precise, with triple the pages still empty; clean slates like a reminder of his unlived life, the life that was taken away from him.

You smiled fondly at his handwriting, letting your fingertips trace the scribbles, how deeply the quill was engraved into the paper. You remember laughing at his handwriting, growing up, how your mother would ask him to get a doctorate to match his stereotypical physician's handwriting, but this is all he knew — all you knew. Hunting was your profession, your life and lifestyle, and now, inevitably, your demise, too. You began reading, as I said, your older brother, a master at scribbling précise.

You were unsure, however, when he'd got the time to write down about The Dimitrescus, having never come face-to-face with the tyrants. It seemed your brother's first guess, too, was 'Wendigo', which he scratched down, only to pen it down again, bigger and emphasised, once he enlisted 'Cannibalisme'.

Your heart sank at the etchings.

Even for someone like him, these were too cynical, like he were losing his mind at the mere thought of them: 'one LORD — THREE SONS', it read. 'Blood disease??', 'PARASITE??', 'VAMPIRISM'? That would mean— "Oh." You stood corrected when just below the analysis was a remark, "NO WEAKNESS TO SUN OR WEATHER". Sometimes you swore you and him had the same braincells, always jumping to the same conclusions, which only made the desire to avenge him overpowering.

Your eyes traveled to the end of the page, the last of ink spilled on the worn out pages of your brother's journal, 'NEOPAGAN CULT', 'BLACK GOD'. With widened eyes, and a sinister feeling you couldn't yet shake away, your eyes dart to the next, last page.

There was a symbol maniacally delineated, labelled as the same reports on the previous page. 'NEOPAGAN CULT SYMBOL', and at the bottom of the page, the last thing your brother ever did write was, 'THE CULT OF THE BLACK GOD'. You subconsciously traced the diagram, only to see the graphite taint your fingertips. Your mind was racing two hundred miles per hour, trying to put the pieces of a fatally intricate puzzle together. Your brother's journal, the last of the contents were mere observations, unlike the rest of the pages that are filled with methods of executing generations of monsters.

But for The Dimitrescus, the fact that 'most powerful family' was written with emphasis only made you scowl. You searched frantically in your bag for the journals of your father, your uncle; anything that spoke more about this parasite and the said Black God.

Glancing back at the foot of the palace, you had to do a double take when you saw the guards leave the premises, bread and wine in hand. Their chuckles could be sound from the heart of the forest, even though they repeatedly 'shushed' one another, saying "the Lord" would put their "heads on a stick".

You take their departure as your cue and pace quietly towards the castle. You stood face to face with the colossal gates, doing your level best to push them open, just enough to sneak in, but the big dumb fuckers wouldn't budge. Scoffing, as fate would have it in your luck, you began scanning the perimeter for any safe way in, otherwise, you sure as hell knew how to make an entry.

"Ain't no fucking way," you'd pretty much lost all hope, not realising when your brother wrote down, "tall", it included the infrastructure, too. It was then your eyes noticed one particular stone brick placed slightly outward, and the one above it, and then the one above it, outward enough for you to step on, up, and grip the grotesque grill, securing the premises from people exactly like you.

The first step up was easy, the stone steady enough to carry you, or so you thought for when the second you stepped onto the next one, the one below fell to the ground, shattering to bits. You eyed the stone your foot was on currently, leaping when realisation hit you. By the time you rock-climbed your ass up to the top, the whole way up had crumbled down. You gripped the gothic grill, not taking the maker of it to be a sadist, for it sliced the flesh of your palm even through the slightest contact. You winced, looking back at the broken rocks, perhaps, a good omen; no one would suspect you climbed up the wall, now.

Crossing the grill, you jumped down as silently as a human could, looking back at your newfound enemy, the grill, only for it to be leaking with crimson. You groaned at the sight of your blood, thinking you were better than this, letting some metal get the best of you, but the immense pain from the cut made your head a little dizzy. Shaking the odd feel off, you proceeded leftward, walking further in to be greeted by what seemed to be a courtyard.

No servants, chamberlain nor staff was seen out and about, quite contrary to what one would expect from the functioning of a castle this mighty. Though the odds were in your favour, it didn't seem so; it's quiet, too quiet. Nothing other than a raven's screech and the flap of the wings of a murder of crows was heard for miles. Your steps had quickened at the sight of a door, finally leading you inside. As you inspected it, you sensed a magical aura around it; you could use a spell to crack it open, but that would cause bring attention you did not need at the moment. So, you pull a pin from your hair and apply the cheapskate thief method, and lo and behold, you were in.

Fuck yeah.

Closing the bulky door as silently behind you as you could, you were slammed right back into it, while what felt to be a talon instead of a hand wrapped around the back of your throat. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Said an anonymous voice, cuing laughter from two more.

Fuck, no.

The last thing you remember was a pair of hands squeezing your waist, one choking you, while one hand ghosted over your face, causing a wave of unconsciousness to pass over you.

Chained; you groaned, a pounding ache ringing in your head like an alarm, your eyes blinked, close to a hundred times to get accustomed to your dark, unfamiliar surroundings, while your nose burned with the stench of— burning bodies?

You lifted your head to see three tall figures illuminated by the feeble attempts of a torch. "Alas, sleeping beauty wakes." You heard one taunt, a raspy baritone to his voice, "No fun — I prefer them unconscious," said another with a similar tone. "Well, you're no fun if you don't like to watch the fear in their eyes when they beg you for their life," said the third. The conversation flowed more amongst themselves, quite rude to not have included the meat of the matter — you, but what more could you expect from The Dimitrescu Boys? Oh, you were sure it was them. 'One lord — three sons', you remembered, and no odds suggested they were servants or guards. Not with the way expensive jewels embellished their stallion necks not-so-subtly, like an all-time reminder of their aristocratic status. 'Pathetic,' you thought, it seems no matter the day or age, the breed of "daddy's money" remains as obnoxious as ever.

While they bickered amongst themselves, you took the time to take in their appearances: Handsome, irrelevant. Tall, but no more than an average case of gigantism in most villages. Yellow eyes, but not humanoid — no, fully, thoroughly (so it seems) human. Could this be another variety? Hybrids, perhaps, since Vampirism was in the books of possibility. That could explain their immunity to weather conditions. Their facial features became vivid all of a sudden, and you noticed the blood smeared all over their faces. Paying heed to your iniquity, perhaps even irked expression, the boys smirked devilishly; not charming, dangerously, Lucifer-ishly, but satanically. You weren't into the lighter side of magic like your mother, only using it grotesquely, but you knew aura-reading, even envisioning, like the back of your hand, and theirs was sinister: an abysmal shade of black surrounding them, with occultism dancing between their physical forms in the fiery colour of hellish hues.

"Tell us, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" One questioned, "Hm, never seen one so beautiful." "Is she even real — ethereal." "Makes me almost not want to eat her." Your eyes widened at the last remark, "Eat her in a different way, I'd definitely." Their shark-like smiles grew wider, subconsciously causing you to back away from them while they inched closer, ready to pounce on you and relish your beauty. "What do you have there, boys?" Asked the deepest voice you'd ever heard, from the other side of what you now realised was the dungeon. You were taken aback at the intrusion, silently thanking your saviour, even if it were the man himself — Lord Alcides Dimitrescu, head of Familia Dimitrescu.

His sons scattered immediately, letting their father rest his eyes upon you. "Food, father," one spoke eagerly, as if trying to impress his old man. "We saw her trespassing in the courtyard, and then she came inside." Spoke the other. "You could have her," said another, "If you save us a taste." Your face lost its colour when a ice-cold hand wrapped itself around your throat, yanking you up with one lift, and throwing you towards the bars between you and the mammoth Lord. His devilish expression— softened? "Elvira!" He exclaimed softly, reaching for your face, but the second his hand tried to snake past the bar, he winced in contact, the metal bar hissing with effervescence. Weakness?

"Idiotilor! Așa ne tratezi oaspetele?" The man was fuming: a flabbergasted expression on the said idiots' faces. "Oaspete? Dar ea—" "She can do as she pleases in my home." The man spat venom like thunder, his hateful expression turned to apologetic and caring in the blink of an eye when he turned to you. "Let her out this very instant." He glared at his sons one last time before turning away and saying, "The longer you wait, the more severe will be the outcomes."

So you were rushed out the dungeon and sent to the guesthouse.

The chamberlain had been waiting for you there at the direct orders of her master. "Lady Stoica, We're truly very sorry for the inconveniences caused to you. The Lord gifts you these gowns as his sincerest apology. He'd love for you to join him for supper once you have freshened up. Step out of your chambers, when you're done, and I'll be happy to take you there." You didn't acknowledge her, only awaited her leave so you could examine the gowns she had motioned towards while babbling courtesies you didn't give a fuck about. It'll definitely take more than four gowns to earn forgiveness for the treatment meted out to you down in the dungeons, but you wanted to give the tyrant lord a little bit of credit, for the gowns were stunning.

As you took in the details of each cloth, you came upon a note, which read: Sweetest Elvira,

Forgive my imbecile progeny, if you think they are worth it, but let us celebrate your presence, still, in my abode. Would you be so kind to accept my invitation for dinner? I have long yearned your company since the last time Lord and Lady Stoica visited.

Hoping to have you with me,

Alcides Dimitrescu.

Your blood boiled at his handwriting. It was the same intricate, royally cursive writing that signed the parcel of your family's heads.

You headed into the bath with murder on your mind; no matter how many times you'd sink into the warm waters, the heat only aggravated your fuming self. It was rosewater, the scent made your mind trail back to days of yore: when your mother would set up baths like this for you, the sweet scent of herbs and nature's warmth filled your hateful mind with nostalgia, then worry. Your mother had the most fight in her, no doubt about that, but that didn't mean she resorted to it easily; always seeing the best in people, giving them countless chances to repent. A generous, godly trait, but fatal in a world dominated by people like the man you were to meet with for dinner— supper, or whatever. You were just glad you weren't being served as the main course.

For now.

As you dried yourself up, your mind replayed the conversations, the characteristics and behaviours of the family. How he called you, 'Elvira'. Yes, Lady Elvira Natalia of Familia Stoica, another noble household your family put an end to. The irony lay in her appearance: the two of you looked alike — no, identical. Perhaps minor attributes set the difference between you two, or the fact that you put a bullet between her eyes — eyes just like yours; it was the reason why the Vânători de urâciuni men hesitated to kill her — sister, daughter, and niece. Not you, never had you hesitated. It's what set you apart in a man's world. If a woman's emotions got the best of her, than lucky for you and unfortunate for the whole world, the only feelings coursing through your mind like the blood in your veins were bloodlust. Blood and Lust, as your mind trailed back to Lord Dimitrescu—

Alcides fuckin' Dimitrescu.

He was tall, so tall, he had to crouch to an uncomfortable extent just to get a proper look at your frame through the dungeon bars. His raven locs and beard: neat as a lord, rugged like a pirate; his sharp nose, his thick, furrowed brows, his luscious lips and those eyes. Those fucking amber eyes, captivating, devouring you like a fox after literal meat. Their hue was as fluorescent as a Wendigo's, then how was he not like one? How is he so devilishly handsome?

Stuck in a limbo, half- hypnotised with hazy memories of the Lord, memories you were yet to make with him, you were left enchanted; like he had cast a spell on yo— "Holy fuck." That's it. It's the only logical reason behind such profound emotions. He had cast a spell on you. It could've easily been the waters, you had bathed in them, let the rose waters soak every inch of your skin. Or worse, his eyes? You had definitely not been that out of it to imagine them glowing in the dark, but if he truly practised necromancy at such a profound level that a mere look in your direction left you enamoured, then you had to come up with a plan, and come up with a plan fucking fast.

Despite your certainty that the only way you'd feel something so unlikely for a man who was responsible for the death of family, was via nécromancies, you still had to be sure. So, you performed an indication ritual. In a vessel, you stored the possible method of enchantment — the bath water — along with the blood of the enchanted. You prick your finger deep enough to get ample beads of crimson out, letting them drop into the vessel. Now, if by dawn, the contents of the vessel turn potently black, your suspicions are true, and the tyrant Alcides, indeed, cast a spell on you, but if it were to remain colourless, than the worst of your concerns has arisen, for you'd have willingly let lust overpower the balance of bloodlust in the weigh of your emotions.

Placing the vessel underneath your bed, you begin dressing. The odds were too ironic not to choose the rose coloured gown for the evening, so you wore it, feeling condemned to. Fixing whatever you deemed necessary, you stepped out of your room to find the chamberlain stationed exactly where she said she'd be.

Her breath hitched a little, eyes widening as she saw you turn towards her, "You look beautiful, Miss Stoica," was her way of seeing 'you clean up pretty nice for a dirty mess in the dungeons', but you paid no heed, letting the woman escort you.

The walk to the Lord's dining area was awkward, and fearful for the servant. There was no denying you resembled the heiress of one of the Seven Royal Families, but you hadn't thought your own victim's identity would play as your decoy in your most fatal mission.

You didn't blame them, you were dumbfounded at the striking resemblance, yourself.

The hair, the skin, the features; it was without a doubt you killed your doppelgänger that day, and though you were never one to follow rituals of lore, it says, 'the slaughtering of one's self' — a doppelgänger — 'is the greatest sign of one's power and control', so it was no wonder since then you had long been feared in every corner of Eastern Europe, but you never earned notoriety, nor make a fuss over the death of The Stoicas, which is why everyone in Castle Dimitrescu believes you to be her, for they think she is what you are; alive.

"We've arrived, madam. If you need me, please don't hesitate to call." She gave you a knowing look, one of empathy? Weird. Interestingly weird. You only nodded, before pushing the glass doors open, and letting yourself in.

Alcides sat with the three of his sons, you'd heard him call them Boian, Cătălin, and Dorin, not knowing which one is which, but you doubt names matter when their death's are destined by your hands. As if sensing you, something you'd mentally categorise among his vampiric characteristics, his head shot up from his sons and immediately those amber eyes were on you, ripping through your dress, eating you alive. His lifeless skin flushed at the sight of you, wet hair clinging to your frame so perfectly, he could smell the shampoo from here. How tightly the dress hugged your curves, how accentuated the rose colour of the gown made your ethereal body. Your plump, pouty lips were rosy like the gown, an even prettier colour, the sudden blush that dared to creep on your face, your determined brows raised a little at the shameless attention you were receiving, your big, radiant doe eyes widening, pupils dilating, and your long lashes batting at his direction.

"Elvira." He rose from his seats, as did his sons, heads snapping right at you to shamelessly ogle at you. On seeing that the look of disgust on your face was directed towards his sons, he shot them a fuming glare, causing them to nod an apology and immediately be seated again.

"Thank you for joining me." He said, softly, awaiting you. You moved closer, deciding to be seated beside the lord, across from his sons. "How have you been, my dear?" His hand found yours, yours minuscule in his clasp. "I had been fine, until certain miscreants accused me of trespassing."

You shot the three culprits a glare, and rightly so. Alcides eyed his sons, clearing his throat obviously when his sons remained oblivious to his cryptic signs.

"We're, uh," began one, "We're sorry, Madam Stoica," continued the other, "We didn't mean for any of that to happen, we just wanted to scare what appeared to be an uninvited guest at the time." "Had we known it was you... well, let's just say your welcome would've been different. Mostly." Finished the last, and your mind immediately caught on to the insinuation:

"Eat her in a different way, I'd definitely."

You could see the man's blood boil beside you, "Scuzați-vă." He growled, and you caught a glimpse of just how much fear he's instilled into his children, for they immediately excused themselves from the table and left with hurried steps.

"Pardon them, I don't know where I went wrong in raising them." He sighed once they were out of sight, rubbing the bridge of his nose. You've never been one to sympathise with an enemy, but maybe sympathy isn't what'll lead to his slaughter; seduction is.

You wordlessly place a hand atop his, earning a soft gasp from him. His eyes searched your face, and when you couldn't help but give him a small smile, he grinned; from ear to ear, letting his pearly fangs rise from their pillowy coverings, his lips, which he soon had to bite to control his giddiness. "Oh, Elvira," his voice was soft, a mere yearn lingering in the warmth of the room. Had it been this hot since you stepped in, or had the flush of your cheeks been indicating otherwise? "You're so beautiful." His other hand tucked the stray strand of hair falling onto your face, behind your ear. You felt a tinge of bitterness brewing in you, whatever relationship was established between Alcides and Elvira, it sure was on the better side of the spectrum.

Were you really feeling jealous of your dead doppelgänger? Well, from the way he looked at you— her — right now, you'd say he wouldn't take to her murder too kindly.

"I swear, you're even more beautiful than the last time I saw you." You blushed, so he enjoyed the new-and-improved Elvira more. "Yet you stay ever handsome." NO. You didn't mean for it to slip, you didn't mean it, you didn't think it — yet, you said it, and he fucking relished in it.

To save you from your embarrassment, your newfound guardian angels, the chef and other servants, brought in food of all sorts. Albeit the sheer hatred you felt towards them, you couldn't help but ask Alcides about his sons. "Aren't you sweet?" He looked at you with fondness, before answering, "The servants will bring them food to their quarters."

Fair enough.

You proceeded eating without another word or glance in his direction. Upon finishing the scrumptious meal, you waited for Alcides to take the lead.

Men like him relished in power, authority, and since he was born into it with a silver spoon hanging from his mouth, it was the only thing he knew.

He looked at you for several moments, an unreadable expression on his face making you more conscious than repelled, as if you craved the validation of his eyes.

He rose from his seat, one hand lingering in the air, an invitation for you to clasp it, while the other grabbed a hefty cluster of grapes by the stem. "Walk with me, darling."

He had to look painfully low to even see your head, once you rose to your height, it helped, but little aid was provided to the giant standing at 9'6.

You held his hand, the sheer size difference had you squirming in your steps.

Just imagine how beautiful sex would be with him, you wouldn't even be able to fit him— "Fuck," you whined under your breath, making damn sure your voice wasn't audible to Mount Everest beside you.

This was the spell talking — thinking; it's got to be. You withdrew your hand, pretending to fix the blouse of the dress, earning a glance from the Lord in your direction, which only stayed for a moment before the calming silence between the two of you was the only thing you could see, until he halted, pulling your attention back to him. "Fruit, my dear?" He waved the cluster, so you knew which ones he was talking about. Come to think of it, you did feel thirsty, and those grapes looked lusciously juicy.

"I don't see why not," you shrugged, not anticipated him to raise the cluster to his mouth and bite a grape off. You watched, mouth slightly agape as a perfectly fine grape rested between his fangs. Even the slightest subconscious movement could rip through the fruit, yet it stayed perfectly safe in his mouth.

He then crouched, now eye-to-eye with you. His eyebrows raised in your direction, challenging you. Challenging you to pull the fruit out of his mouth, and there was only one way to do it.

You bit your lip, you could have your fun, just until you find a reversal cure to his spell.

So, you grab onto both his wide, muscular shoulders, letting your arms cross around his neck. You smirk at him, bringing one hand forward to trace his features. He was so, so strong, to the point you were more aroused than intimated. Your hand reached his torso, you could see how your teasing placed him in agony. Slowly, you let your hand ghost over his pants, and lo and behold, he was aroused; painfully so, and you felt it immoral to torment a man so much (the fucking irony), so you palmed him through his pants, causing his mouth to hang open and out fell grape— right into your palm.

You bring the fruit up to your mouth, Alcides left mesmerised with the way your plump, perfect lips wrapped around it before ripping through it. A moan escaped your lips as the juice dripped down your tongue. "So good," you left out a sigh, and something in him snapped. Alcides flipped you around, you were now pressed against some wall that practically emerged in support of his... expeditions. He plucked two grapes, placing them in his large palm, before bringing it closer to your face. When your eyes widened in confusion, his other hand wrapped itself around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks to open your mouth, before you realised what he demanded and gave it to him; you licked about the fruit, before accepting them into your mouth. Your tongue still teased his flesh, when he pulled away. Amber eyes mere slits with obvious lust, "Now," he began, "You can say you've eaten out of the Lord's palm." He winked at you before walking away.

You steadied your haggard breathing, before deciding to follow him when a certain room caught your eye. It were as if your name was being chanted like a careful whisper, that only sounded when you were left alone. Following your gut, as a hunter as skilled as you would, you push open the heavy doors and let yourself in.

The first thing catching your eye was an obnoxious leather chair that you couldn't help but run a hand over, "Gator skin," you scowled. Though a hunter, you were against hunting — animals, that is, although you'd be hypocritical to say so when the creatures you send to hell are no less barbaric than a creature tormenting in wilderness. Still, you believed in fighting an equivalent, or even better, an apparent immortal.

On the left of it was an fireplace, charcoaled in exhaustion like it recently gave up it's flame and purpose, and in front, was a library, the source of your calling; not colossal, yet extreme in number. The whispering chant grew to a shout, a yearn for each leather-clad covering of ink spilled on paper to be touched by your feather-light fingertips, and only a fool would turn down a beseech like such.

Books of alchemy, instructional journals of God summonings, documentations on every supernatural creature that roamed the planet and how to kill them; even the Satanic Bible was on display, and you explored every single one of them. Fighting the temptation to steal every book with valour, despite how useful each would've proved to be to you in the future, you declined every book until you reached what you sought, rather, what sought you tonight. "The Book of The Four Houses", the spine read. You pulled the book out, not anticipating it to be so heavy. "The Book of The Four Houses", you read again, searching for an author, but not met by any name.

You flip through the pages frantically, in hopes to find any continuance of relevance to your brother's observations, and there it was: Familia Dimitrescu, the excerpt was titled.

"Alcides Dimitrescu was born into the noble Dimitrescu family sometime before the Great War, and through this ancestry inherited a hereditary blood disease, possibly porphyria cutanea tarda. Although his family traced their origins to Cesare, one of the four founders of an isolated mountain village in Europe, Alcides himself lived elsewhere, perhaps through a cadet branch. In the aftermath of the Second World War and the abolition of the nobility, Dimitrescu returned to his family's former lands, which had fallen under the control of a neopagan cult worshipping the Black God.

Prior to 1958, at the age of 44, Dimitrescu was lured by the cult leader, Mother Miranda, to a crypt beneath the village cemetery, where he was surgically implanted with a Cadou parasite. The purpose of this experiment was to determine his viability as a candidate who could become host to a parasitic intelligence at a later date. This experiment mutated Alcides' body considerably, granting him regenerative capabilities, retractable claw-like nails, and the ability to transform into a dragon-like monster and back again. Moreover, the parasite halted his aging process, maintaining his appearance perpetually. In spite of these impressive biological changes, the resulting mutation did not nullify his blood disease. As a result, Dimitrescu needed a ready supply of fresh human blood to maintain his health, and was therefore judged by Miranda to be a failure."

"Although Dimitrescu was of no use as a host, his claim to Castle Dimitrescu was recognized by Miranda and he was allowed to take residence in the village as one of the Four Lords, who would maintain order over the native peasantry while aiding Miranda in Cadou research. Upon inhabiting the estate, Dimitrescu took over his family's vineyard and wine-distribution business as a means of supporting himself."

"Relishing in his reclaimed noble status, Dimitrescu developed extreme caste-based views of society, seeing himself as second only to Miranda herself. He openly loathed the other three house Lords, particularly Karl Heisenberg, whom he frequently argued with. He privately bemoaned that he was not Miranda's favorite, instead being treated the same as all the others. Despite this, Dimitrescu's alliance with the other houses allowed him to rule his castle with barbarous cruelty, regularly taking in new staff to replace those who had been taken to his dungeon to be killed and drained of blood for sustenance."

"Dimitrescu's own experiments with Cadou appear to have been limited, as the only confirmed instance was an experiment begun by Miranda and monitored by Dimitrescu. In this experiment, the corpses of three men were implanted with Cadou parasites. Over the course of about a week, the Cadou produced fly-like organisms which then consumed the flesh of all three bodies. Having assimilated the DNA of these men, the flies merged to mimic their human shapes and slowly adapted their likenesses. Dimitrescu immediately formed a bond with these three men, whom he named Boian, Cătălin, and Dorin, and came to regard himself as their father. They obeyed Dimitrescu without question, and were similar to him in that they were ageless and reliant on vampirism for sustenance. However, they were incapable of withstanding cold temperatures, thus remaining trapped within the confines of Castle Dimitrescu."

That explains the overwhelming warmth of the Castle that had began to annoy you.

"Over the next seventy years, Dimitrescu and his sons systematically consumed the flesh and blood of local peasants and servants alike. The blood of maids was extracted and combined with grapes to create Sanguis Virginis (Latin for "Maiden's Blood"), a traditional Dimitrescu family wine. The female victims, now infected with Mold, lived on as Moroaicǎ and Samcă, while male victims were consumed and then hollowed out to be turned into scarecrows for the castle vineyard."

"Dimitrescu's reign of terror was not without resistance, however, as one villager is known to have stolen a family heirloom — the Dagger of Death's Flowers — in an attempt to assassinate him with its poisoned blade. The attempt failed and he was buried with the dagger in the Tower of Worship to keep it hidden from any others who might seek to harm him."

You snapped the book shut, mind whirling in an epileptic shock, replaying every single word over and over in your head, then images of Alcides, his "sons", Cadou Parasites, Mother Miranda? By the time you realised it, you were hyperventilating, eyes scattering from corner-to-corner, in search of anything less cryptic, anything less 'Once-upon-a-time-there-was-a-beautiful-boy-named-Alcides', and more 'Weakness-to-duhduhduh-kill-by-gunshot-to-the-duhduhduh'.

You threw your head back in unfamiliar pain that originated from your chest, you can't believe plain ink on paper knocked the air out of you, but then again, so did the signed caskets of your family; by the same man you now found out to be ancient and seemingly indestructible, but talk of this "Dagger of Death's Flowers" gave you hope.

Your thoughts of retrieving it were cut short when the doors burst open. "What are you doing?" roared the thunderous voice of the man of the hour, "Elvira." His voice was laced with an emotion you were too out of your head to begin deciphering. His eyes dropped to the book in your hands while awaiting your answer. "Oh, why didn't you say so?" His expression softened, causing you to raise a brow in perplexity. He walked over, the fondness in his eyes returned, causing your tense posture to relax a bit. He took the book from you, and seemingly landed on a page mentioning Alcides' life before lordship. "You really love this book, don't you? I guess it is fun to read a fan's work." He chuckled, flipping through the pages as if he hadn't seen the book in a long, long time.

Huh.

If 'Elvira', too, had been scavenging through the book of Dimitrescus, possibly for the same reason as you, maybe you're more similar than you thought.

When you looked up to his height, his eyes were already on you. "You look tired, my dear. I would be happy to take you to your quarters." He smiled, and your heartbeat was quick to quicken at that. "I'd like that, my Lord."

My Lord.

The walk to your chambers was a haze, all you could feel was the growing wetness in your panties from the way his eyes bore into you; penetrating every inch of you, consuming your conscience with the darkest desires.

Taking out your brother's journal from your bag, you flipped to a fresh page and began filling in your own conclusions. As you wrote, you began to think— not just as a hunter, but as a long deprived woman who had just encountered the most handsome man ever, who just also happened to have murdered her family.

The way he walks, the way he holds your innocent gaze challengingly, the way he looks at you like you're the most exquisite meal, and he's a man starving. You had long abandoned the trepidation and abhorrence you felt towards his cannibalistic lifestyle, instead, feeling a shameful surge of lust shoot into you. You rubbed your thighs together, laying on the bed, but dutifully still, writing every bit of knowledge you gained today; from the parasite, to relations with the leaders of the other Houses and Seven Royal Families that Vânători de urâciuni had already slaughtered, to Mother Miranda, and even what little you read about the Black God.

By the time you covered every intricate detail of a disaster waiting to happen, the heat between your legs was nuclear; the throb, unbearable, leaving you no choice but to act on your animalistic urges. You straighten up, slowly discarding the beautiful cloth that once accentuated your body, now felt like constricted bondages on it.

Once bare, you sink into the pillowy cushions of your given quarters. Something about the whole room smelled like him, but the strongest scent came from your dress, when you were pressed against him. Even both your arousals could be scented from the innocent rose dress, so you tugged it closer to you, breathing in his smoky musk scent, along with your innocent floral one. "Fuck," you groaned, fingers finally ghosting over the mess dying to be made between your legs.

You decided now was not the time to tease, so you coat your fingers in your wetness and smear circles on your swollen clit. "Fuck."

Your bud throbbed in your grasp, desperate to have a little somebody's fanged mouth on it, your nipples hardened the same, aching to have that mouth graze over them, suckle on them, taint the soft, ample flesh with sinister marks. Hell, if it meant one night of succumbing to carnal pleasures, you'd even let the fucker carve that neo-pagan cult symbol on you.

"Fuck!" You weren't thinking straight — no, you weren't thinking at all. How could you? You were under a spell, 'Yes, that was it,' you thought, more so struggling in convincing yourself than anything. Just the sheer thought of a man possessing vile notoriety, relishing in every crime you've fought against; his size, the abnormality of it all. You fantasised about how inhumanely long his tongue might be, teasing around your clit before plunging into your slit.

Oh, that's it.

You shoved your fingers inside of you, whining at how unfulfilling they were, when compared to the hands of him. You were pretty sure his middle finger was bigger than your face.

The only sound to be heard was the squelching of your pussy and your whimpering. You could only pray you weren't audible, not that you minded, because it was Elvira Stoica who'd get mocked, not Y/N Y/L.

Your pace quickened at the thought of him fucking you as Y/N. Would the thought of fucking the enemy be as tantalisingly erotic to him, too? Or would he just hate fuck you, and then feast on your flesh?

"Fuck me..—" You lost your voice when your breath hitched in your throat. "Ju-just like that, mhhm." You were so close, just a bit more... "Fuck me."

That's it, honey, just let go—

"Oh," you moaned too loud to be safe, "Alcides!"

Your legs were shaking, cunt spasming around your fingers while your chest heaved up and down, in a breathless state.

As you rubbed your high out, realisation dawned in on you.

What have you done?

You woke up disgruntled.

Still unimaginably wet, yet thankful for the release, but you hadn't forgiven yourself. Last night was unacceptable, even for someone enchanted. To make matters worse, this isn't even the first time someone put an infatuation spell on you; at least three men before this, but not to pacify an enemy, but to woo a stoic woman with only murder on her mind.

The victim of such a spell for the fourth time, yet Alcides is different. This was incredible necromancy, not like any you've encountered before. It was then you remembered the vessel underneath your bed. Almost too eagerly you jumped off the bed, still somewhat entangled in the sheets, which you threw off swiftly.

You ducked under the bed, the vessel promisingly in the same spot as you had left it. Reaching for it with closed eyes and crossed fingers, you pull it from underneath and lift it to your height.

As you peeped one eye open, then the other in disbelief, you threw the vessel with one swing of your arm. It banged against the wall, before falling to the ground with a typical, screeching metal noise.

This can't be happening. There was no way you felt what you did for Alcides, willingly. The clear contents of the vessel indicated otherwise, though. There was no mistake in your ritual, either; you added what was needed and waited long enough.

"No, no, no, no, NO!"

This can't be fucking happening. You were ready to bawl your eyes out, when one sophisticated knock erupted you. "Elvira." It was him, you knew, your body and heart knew.

When no response followed, Alcides began, "My sons and I are travelling out of estate," he cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for telling you on such short notice, but we won't be back until tomorrow." His voiced trailed off, as if waiting for you to reveal yourself, your reaction, anything, but you're too shaken up to give him any satisfaction. "That's quite alright, my lord." You swallow the lump in your throat, not being able to control yourself and adding, "I'll be right here, waiting." You swore you heard a groan, but were stuck in a limbo by the time Alcides left your door.

You decided all things could be said and done after bathing, so you run a bath and let the scented waters soak into you, replacing the stench of your sins with the perfumed power of blaming Alcides; but you couldn't do that anymore, could you? Not when he was never provocative.

Once you finished freshening up, you grabbed another one of the gowns Dimitrescu gave you. It was black, and beautiful; you were left speechless when you put it on. God, did he really have to make you feel beautiful when you were sent to kill his entire bloodline? "Ah, such unfortunate circumstances." You 'tsked' before doing your hair.

By the time you were done with your makeup, you were certain of today's plan: You were going for breakfast, accessing the courtyard, navigating the Tower Of Worship, exhuming the villager with whom the "Dagger of Death's Flowers" is buried; dig it out, lace the blade with gunpowder, stab all fuckers, one by one, get the fuck out, walk miles back home, and hibernate.

Sweet.

You step out of your quarters to find the chamberlain posted there, just like the day before. "If I say so, my lady?" She looked up at you, the tiny thing was adorable for the fear she felt, yet still wanted you to know that, "You look ravishing." She briefly looked you in the eye before the rouge on her cheeks became embarrassingly obvious, to her. You, on the other hand found her just as she was, adorable.

Upon entering the dining area, she silently took her leave, when you grabbed her wrist. "First Alcides, now you, too?" You asked, flirtatiously referring to both of them excusing themselves from you. "The least you could do is give me company." And how could anyone resist the sultry tone of a stunning woman?

So the chamberlain finds herself dining with you.

You insisted she sat besides you, and despite putting the maximum distance between your chairs, she complied. "So...?" You inquired after finishing your meal, referring to her name. "Oh— uh— Pasha, mi lady." You smiled, "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." You saw her rub her thighs together from the corner of your eye. "Well, Pasha," you decided to break the awkward silence that hadn't formed yet, "You think you can take me to the Tower Of Worship?" You sipped on your tea, eyeing her while you swallowed, only to see her with widened eyes and haphazard breathing. "Me-my l-lady—..." she stammered, hesitation painted all over her soft features as if you asked her to murder The Dimitrescus herself, or eat you out, you couldn't decide which was more mortifying for the poor girl. "What is it, Pasha?" You sighed.

"Th-the area is strictly off limits— only the... family can go there." She gulped at your growingly irritable expression. "I am part of the family — the Stoica household, in case you've forgotten, cameristă."

"I- yes, mi lady. I'm so sor—" "I don't want to hear it." You interrupted, raising a hand in the air. "Will you, or will you not take me to the Tower Of Worship?" You stared at her, the impatience visible on your face, before you decided to put on the façade you knew best; the façade of seduction. "Please, Pasha," you placed a hand on her bare thigh, her little skirt leaving little to imagination.

"For me?" Were the magical words that got the job done.

So you walk with the head of the staff of Castle Dimitrescu, into the family's place of worship, to exhume the corpse of the only man with the balls to try and assassinate him.

Pasha dropped you off at the foot of the Tower, more than happy to bolt away once you told her it was okay to leave you alone.

You walk up the stairs, and into the end of Castle Dimitrescu.

For a place of "worship", the place had the most oppressive aura, reeking of the occult and unimaginable. You fought your way inside, barely getting in while the air was knocked out of you; perhaps, a barrier of necromancy, despite it, you were able to get through.

You ran from corner to corner, searched every square centimetre of the place, but no place near-resembled the tomb of an assailant. "Fuck, where is it?" Your hands dipped inside your bag to look for something, before pulling it out and beginning your rummaging.

Indeed, you had stopped by Alcides' study before breakfast, telling the maid you 'forgot something' in there during your "time" last night, before winking at her shamelessly and forcing your entry. Sneaking out 'The Book of The Four Houses' was something you could do with your eyes closed.

Your eyes read past every word until you landed where you were made to stop, when the wave of overwhelm hit you last night. "Hall of the Four", the title read.

"The Hall of the Four, known in Japanese as Between the Four Angels (四天使の間, shi tenshi no aida?), is an area of Castle Dimitrescu." The Hall of the Four leads to the Tower of Worship, but this door cannot be opened until the four masks are placed on the Angel statues."

You groaned a string of profanities.

It's like you were set up for failure, and the worst part is, you could hear him laughing in the back of your mind— Alcides. His new abode has become the back of your mind, for he never leaves there.

Tired, disappointed and on the verge of giving up, you leave the Tower. You were a goner without the masks, and despite being in a rush to at least try and acquire them, you walked in a defeated slumber.

The chamberlain met you somewhere near the courtyard, surprised to see you walking out alive. "Lady Stoica—" "Just take me to my quarters, Pasha." You sighed, earning a swift nod from the confused chamberlain.

You walked lost, still, until you reached your room and opened that damned book again. While you scrolled through the contents, a mere note fell off, barely in your grasp.

The handwriting.

It was your brother's, but— it couldn't be. They never got close enough, which is why you're here now, right? They never got close enough. Three of the most feared, skilled men in the world of hunting never got close to one man and his three experiments for sons.

How in the hell did— Wait.

'Mask of Pleasure: Second Floor of Castle Dimitrescu',

that's where you are right now.

Everything could wait, hell, God could wait on the other line of heaven. You needed answers, yes, but something in your gut tells you it's better unknown. All that matters right now is killing him and every last member of his twisted family.

Or at least that was the plan...

You find yourself walking towards any room, with any possibility of possessing a mask. Hell, you had no idea what it looked like, but if it looks anything like the pleasure you'd be rewarding yourself with once you get the fuck out of this place, the mask won't be too difficult to find.

Soon enough you had pulled the place apart — the whole floor — except one room you hadn't set foot in. Alcides Dimitrescu's chambers.

A colossal door; you couldn't look away from the necromantic symbols etched into the woodwork. Had you not possessed the ability to see through such dark arts, you would've stepped right in and be left to deal with a fatality. You pull two vessels from your bag; the Blood of Christ and Vurxelheim, two of the purest substances on the planet, known to melt away all magic, no matter how ancient or dark, and as your expected, it did just that.

Alright, now all that was needed was to open the door, and even an amateur could do that with a pin.

Upon entering, you took in the details of his abode, almost forgetting to close the door behind you. Everything was brown; that's something you've noticed about the whole castle. Monotonously warm shades of brown, dimly lit with heat radiating over every surface. You only quirked a brow at the abnormalities. It soon came to your knowledge that the foundation of this floor is regarded as the "Hall of Pleasures". Kinky.

You looked around every corner, in every possible direction and space, but to no avail. Sighing, your head fell back, eyes closed it absolute demotivation, but when you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was porcelain intricately carved, and hanging from the ceiling; a place where no mortal, but only a 9'6 indestructible titan of a tyrant could reach. It was obnoxious, if anything; placing it in a place so obvious, yet so out of reach — a direct message to show he's better than the rest, quite literally above them.

With no possible way of reaching it, you were still accessing your options when one strong arm wrapped itself around your waist and raised you up, right to where the mask hanged. "If you wanted to swing by my chambers,"

"You could've just asked, mic vânător."

Little Hunter— "Let go of me!" You writhed in his grasp, hand slowly reaching for the mask, still. "If you say so," he shrugged before letting go of you completely, letting you hang from the ceiling like a dreamcatcher. "Son of a bitch! You put me down this instant or I swear to God I'll rip through you and your experiments with my bare hands." "Ah, there's no need to get feisty, Elvira." He said, grabbing you by the waist, and putting you down, despite your kicking and struggling. "I'm only trying to help." He grunted, one hand disappearing behind his trench coat; you were ready to pounce at him, when he pulled, seemingly, the other three masks from behind.

"There you go, sweetheart. Masks of Joy, Sorrow, and Rage." He waved the remaining three keys to The Hall of the Four. You eyed him, and he swore the frowning pout was the cutest sight he's ever seen. "C'mon, they're yours for the taking, darling." He smiled at you.

"What's the catch, Alcides?" You sighed.

It's never that fucking easy, is it?

"One night with me." He simply spoke, taking your deepening scowl as a notion to carry on, "One night to decide what is it that you want, Elvira," "Or should I call you, Y/N Y/L of the Vânători de urâciuni?" Your eyes widened with horror; you hadn't processed him calling you 'little hunter', yet, and now this? This could only mean— "How did you—" "Please. 'You think I wouldn't find out about the mass murder of my fiancé? And imagine the gossip about town that it was a doppelgänger who did it." No, you were careful, he's lying — he's got to be. "Lucky for me, I get the sexier one, now." He chuckled, impressed with his wit.

When you didn't give him the satisfaction of freaking out on him, moreover agreeing to his terms, he rolled his eyes, "Pentru dumnezeu! The first mistake was the rocks you climbed on. They've deliberately been arranged like so, for trespassers like you to easily enter, walk through the courtyard, and into the quarters of my sons for them to feast upon. Then, leaving your blood on the grill? The scent agonised me. It was so difficult to put those three dogs on a leash, having never smelled something so sweet." He 'tsked', "The second mistake was trusting Pasha. It was her hand that twirled in your bath water, mixing the infatuation spell, and it was her, too, that switched the vessel underneath your bed. Very clever, by the way, very thoroughly performed indication ritual."

"But your third— baby, this mistake might as well be a blessing because it's the only fucking thing keeping me away from ripping into you slowly, and feast on your flesh for two whole days; pleasuring yourself, in my fucking castle, fantasising about fucking me."

"Oh, and the guillotine was Heisenberg, I only added the dramatic touch of sending the heads back."

You couldn't bear it.

Bottles full of emotions you've locked away for ages finally hit the concrete of reality; shattering to a million pieces while the man you still find irresistible, had an unimpressed look on his face. "Y/N. I know you want to kill me—" "Oh, honey, you have no idea." You laughed dryly, choking on sobs, but something tells you the impact of your threat didn't go in the direction you wanted because he visibly tensed when you called him, "honey".

"But," he raised both hands in defence, "I wouldn't have gotten you these," he said, waving the masks again, "If I didn't think this deserved a chance— we — deserved a chance." "You think I'll let you anywhere near me after you toyed with me like a plaything? Sent me my father, my uncle, my brother's heads to add a 'dramatic touch'?" "I should've put a more potent spell on you," he cursed under his breath, earning a scoff from you.

You pulled out a dagger from your thigh holster, and lunged at him. Caught off guard, Dimitrescu's eyes widen while you slashed through his alabaster shirt, eager to bleed some crimson into his lifelessly pale skin. "I've had it with you, brat!" He growled, the whack of his palm on your cheek took you back, and you didn't mean to moan.

The cry, it was wanton, and it had Alcides latching on to every ounce of self control he still preserved. "Alright, here's what we're gonna do," he grabbed the dagger from your grasp within a second. "You're gonna take off your clothes, lay down, looking pretty for me like you always do," he walked closer, raising his large hands again in defence. "You following me— okay," he inched closer to you, while you backed away, further into the wall. "I'm gonna feast on this pussy, then I'm gonna finger your tight hole open, and because I'm feeling generous," he grabbed ahold of your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, "I'm not gonna force my cock into your pretty little throat, you're gonna beg for it." He caressed your face, the way your doe eyes watered while staring at him, like glass he could see his reflection in, your agape lips and soft expression made his pants constrict his cock agonisingly. "And the last thing I'll be doing, even if it's my last ever," his hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you to his king-sized bed. Laying you down, and climbing on top like a wolf on a lamb, he says, "Is fucking this pussy till you finally accept that you're made for me."

His mouth latched onto your neck, easily manhandling you at the same time while you writhed in his grasp. "I would rather be dead." You spat out venomously, which only made Alcides smile. "Well, alright. I'd still pound you till you're a mere cum-dump, but I'd surely miss those pretty sounds you made when you fingered yourself thinking about me." He panted against your pulse point, baritone voice hoarse with lust.

He spread your legs, lifting both your hands up by the wrists to his face. "Tiny little things," he kissed the knuckles of each finger, "Unsatisfying, aren't they?" He showered your hands with kisses, "Don't worry, darling, I'm here now." He raised both hands so their size was visible in your periphery, before grabbing your dress and pulling it over your head. "No!" You resisted, causing him to huff, annoyed. "Don't make me tear it off, honey, you look breathtaking in it." He cooed, and your movements haltered enough for him to successfully get it off you. "Good girl— such a good girl f'me."

Immediately his eyes were on your curves, your hips — perfect for bearing the child he was about to fuck into you, your breasts, so ample, all available for his groping and fondling, your pussy almost peering out of the silk panties. "Fuck, Y/N." He groaned, about to rip your underwear off when your pleads interrupted him. "Alci-Alcides please don't." "Hm," his sharp eyes seemed to be calculating his next move. "You say no, but your body," he groaned, pressing the knuckles of two of his fingers against your clothed cunt, "Your body sings otherwise, my love."

Every second passing by was petrifying.

The mortal battle between blood and lust, two things you were the epitome of, qualities comprising your very backbone, now, asked you to break it; bend over backwards and break your back for this man.

The string of pleads you cried fell on deaf ears, which, a part of you was glad for. Maybe if you continued to put the blame on Alcides and his necromancy, you'll actually let yourself live with the fact that your desires to have him ravage in your guts is overpowering, and the carnality lay in the fact that you didn't even care about what happened after. You were serving him your body in a platter, which you had not an ounce of doubt would eventually serve that purpose, quite literally.

"Tell me you want me." He hovered over your breasts. If he wanted to play games, then games you'll play. "I want you..." you whispered, "to go fuck yourself." He would've smacked you again, but again, you would've enjoyed it. What did stop him, however, was the shit-eating grin plastered on your face that showed him you were still on planet Earth, among the living and the abominable.

"Now, why would I do that, when I've got such a pretty girl with her pussy all wet for me?" He mimicked your expression, staring into your soul until you were forced to look away, and your eyes landed right on his clothed erection. "This?" He followed your gaze, "You're going to take care of this in just a minute, but for now," he paused, his large hands turning into talons and ultimately perilous claws. Cutting through the hems of both your garments, he retracted his claws immediately. You flinched when his hands came closer to your hips, "Don't be afraid, mic vânător." His baritone voice gave you absurd comfort, the tone, reassuring. "They can't hurt you, unless I want them to." His pearly whites were like the fangs of a serpent, peering out, bloodthirsty for you.

With that, he lowered himself and dove right in.

You slithered about while his anomaly of a tongue kitten-licked your inner thighs. "I'll tie you to the fucking bed, if you don't quit squirming." He spat.

At your pussy.

You moaned in response, hips momentarily halting from the continuous resisting. "Yeah? You like that don't you, slut?" His fingers spread your slit, before spitting right into your tight hole that fluttered about nothing. "There you go, my love." He cooed in response to your whining, smoothly inserting his index finger into the same hole. A tremor ran down your spine at the sudden intrusion; the stone-cold, thick and long thing digit was a cruel thing, reaching that sweet spot the minute it bottomed out till, knuckle-deep in your velvety walls, and even calling the others to join in on the assault on your cunt.

Accommodating, now, three of his fingers, pummelling your cunt, scissoring you open, was more overwhelming than any dick you've ever taken. Maybe the fact that no one else could amount to the size of an ancient 9'6 vampiric cannibal Lord who's put his and the life of his sons in your palm.

Either you take them away, or let him take you to carnality never fathomed before, and the way he sucked on your swollen clit while fucking you with his fingers was a clear indication of your preference.

"Alcides," you moaned, nearing your high. "Yes, my love?" He replied almost instantaneously, as if finally you complied with a poor man's request. "What is it that you need, darling? I'll give it all to you." He lifted up from your pussy, leaving your clit with a wet 'pop' sound, making his way over to your breasts, while his movements inside you never faltered once. His sharp eyes searched yours, fixated on them while his hot tongue snaked out of his mouth to twirl around your hardened bud. Flesh on fire, you leaned into the feel of his mouth on you. "Fuck me, Alcides." You cried in defeat. How the mighty have fallen prey to the vultures of lust, mere carcasses of seduction.

Alas, the façade of seduction had backfired, and you had fucked up royally.

Upon hearing the trumpets of his victory through your pretty mouth, Alcides would've been a fool to refuse you. Eagerly he undoes his pants, letting his throbbing cock spring free. Your eyes damn-near saw your brain at the sight of the thing. "Alci— I can't." Seeing you panic, he began getting off on it. "You can, and you will." He hissed when his calloused thumb rubbed against the slit of his cock.

"Oh, I wanna feel that throat squeezing around me." He pumped faster, fucking his fist to the thought of you like many a night before. "But this pussy will do," "For now." He said, rubbing his length fervently against your slit, lathering your wetness on his leaking tip, enthusing a sweet mix of your cum, much more of which was to come.

"Won't be... able... to..." You spoke in between moans gaps the tip was in. The stretch was abnormal, ungodly, unnatural — exactly what you're deemed to kill. "You'll take it, mic vânător." He began to push more in, knocking the air out of your body. "Stop clenching," he groaned deeply, the sound resonating in your core. Nothing could've prepared you for this intrusion, so agonisingly painful, yet deliciously filling.

"You've... got to s.—stop... clenching." He pushed in the whole length, deadening your movements. You'd think he'd fear breaking you, but no. Alcides fuckin' Dimitrescu was thrilled to see you finally submitting, even if your body paralysed in the fear of being ripped open, your back arched, breasts stopped wavering in the air, and your breath caught in your throat.

Only when the loudest, most pornographic moan left your lips did Alcides begin to thrust into you, already drunk off of your pussy, ecstatic in ecstasy.

Despite the slow speed, his thrusts were deep enough for legs to start shaking. To your shock, he lifted your legs and since they couldn't reach his shoulder's that stood almost as stall as the fucking ceiling, they were swinging across his forearms, and at this angle he slammed his hips into you.

You screamed, damage was made to your vocal chords as well as your walls when the penetration quickly turned into pummelling, giving you zero time to adjust to the mammoth size of it. On seeing your closed eyes, Alcides smacked your face, gentler than before, yet enough for your eyes to shoot open, face contorting in pleasure at his gesture that was now among your favourites. "Don't let those pretty eyes waver away." His grip on your hips was threateningly tight. "Look into my eyes, or there," his eyes motioned downwards, and it was then you saw the immense bump in your belly. Your eyes widened in profound horror. He had most certainly torn your insides apart, you were sure.

"See how big it is— how well you still take it?" He babbled while vigourously pushing into your poor cunt. "Pl-lease, go... easy on—me." You managed to plead out, but nothing counts stop the possessed Lord. Finally, he got the chance to feel your insides, and there was no way in hell, he thought, he'd let you off easy. Not when you're the biggest threat to his existence, let you wrap so tightly around his monster cock.

Dumbfounded, cock-drunk, utterly paralysed in place, you had no choice but try to get accustomed to the relentless attack your pussy had to endure.

Just when you thought your demise would be the sole pleasure you were forced to undergo, two of his fingers rubbed fervent figure-eights on your bundle of nerves that ached with bloodrush.

You babbled incoherences, whimpering, shaking your head repeatedly when he lifted your lifeless body, just the tip of his cock inside, and switched positions with you. Now, he laid, somewhat upright, hands crossed behind his head. Leisurely eyeing you, while you struggled to breath with his entire length upright inside your walls, his tip pressing against your cervix like an enemy threatening to break down your barriers; your walls.

"M-move... please..." you mewled, causing him to 'tsk' with disdain. "Help yourself, căprița mea mică." He raised a brow, mouth curling viciously into a smirk, "Use me as you please." Your shaky hands reached for his broad shoulders, raising then steadying your hovering self over his cock. His eyebrows wiggled in amusement, awaiting your move comically, until the feel of your walls struggling to take in his tip pulled him back into a trance of pleasure.

He let out an animalistic groan that lingered to be what you swore was a whimper, so you did your best to lift your tiring legs and plop down on his cock, upright and pulsating inside you. "I could fuck this pussy every moment for the remnant of my days." He smiled at you, large palms resting on your hot ass, slowly caressing your curves. The gesture, so contradicting to the impaling you were enduring, nearly knocked the air out of you, for when your perplexed eyes met his expectedly ravenous ones, you were shocked to see them replaced by fondness.

"If I'm lucky enough to live," he paused, hands squeezing your ass before sitting upright, pulling you with him. You moaned wantonly when you felt his cock deeper. "Let this be how we wake, how we sleep — in each other's embrace." His eyes widened, as did yours, like deer caught in front of headlights. The feigning look of innocence on his face sent your core spiralling with erotic ache, when his face, not once breaking eye contact, inched forward to stop just in front of your nipple.

You shrieked when he took complete control, earning a whine from you as you just got the hang of dominance, but when you noticed the hellbent gleam of carnality in his eyes, you knew you were in for a ride.

He suckled on your bud while fucking through you. "You're close, aren't you?" He pulled away from your nipple with a pop sound, resting his bearded face on your breast, "I know you are. 'Can feel her tightening around my cock." He chuckled, mouth back on the hardened bud in his presence. You sneaked a hand down and rubbed your bundle of nerves, fervently.

His large fingers, jealous of your own, were quick to replace them in driving you to your high. You were practically spoon-fed the orgasm, that took a toll on your fragile body.

No emotion overwhelmed every hemisphere, every neurone of your brain like ever before. Your mind went spiralling away, like an eternal shore hugging the lunar tide for the first time a night, your shore's dry spell was over, and your body did it's best to fight the feeling and drive a stake through his lustful heart, but your body was worn out; used as any lucky ragdoll would be.

The overstimulation sent you back to Earth at godspeed. His movements were sloppy, but not faltering, and soon enough, he let his seed bathe your walls a pearly shade. "Take it all— carry my seed." He moaned, absentmindedly.

When you plopped onto his shoulders, he lifted you up single-handedly and laid between your legs. You instinctively closed them; despite being too fucked out of it, you still cringed at how both your cum leaked out of you, ruining the sheets and everything between.

"Alcides, no—"

You were a second too late in pleading, for he grabbed you by the legs, placed them on his shoulders, and stood up.

You hung upside down, your pussy a stone's throw away from the man's smirked lips. By now, you knew what was about to unfold, yet the first lick to your cum-coated lips sent shockwaves down your spine (rather up?).

He moaned against your clit, the vibrations causing you to writhe in his grasp. His tongue licked your pussy clean, the circular motions on your clit, to the long licks from your clit to slit.

It's crazy how an anomaly like him became your exception — the hunter's favourite prey. With a tongue so skilled, you weren't to be blamed for succumbing to your current situation; not like you could do much in the grasp of a monster like him.

You're lucky his cock didn't fuck a new hole into you.

When his large palms let go of your hips, you wrapped your legs around his neck instinctively. You could've used his vulnerability to your advantage, had your mind not clouded in the ecstasy of overstimulation. It seemed like Alcides thought the same, for he smirked devilishly to himself, letting his talons ghost about your flesh, before slightly retracting to pinch and squeeze your nipples. He placed open mouthed kisses on your clit that not once stopped throbbing.

You shook in agony, his mouth worked tantalisingly slow on your burning hot cunt. Deciding to show mercy, an unlikely thing for the tyrant Lord, he smiled at your frame hanging tightly from his; your breasts heaving under his touch, obstructing his view of your pleasure-stricken face.

Lord Dimitrescu plunged his tongue inside you, placing one hand on your hip to push and grind you against his tongue, and you swore every atom in your body was swollen with pleasure.

"No... n-no more..." Your beseech was deemed adorable by the man tongue-fucking you. He pulled out, slithery wet tongue, coated in your juices, leaving you breathless. He lapped at your wetness, growing per minute as he so desperately coaxed more out of you.

Dumbfounded, pussy-drunk, utterly engrossed in place, you had no choice but try to get accustomed to the relentless devouring of your pussy at the hands of your sworn enemy.

One of his hands snaked to your clit, the ever fervent pace of his movements drove you to madness. Your body stilled, eyes rolled back, breath hitched, and it was when his tongue flicked inside of you that you realised that you were doomed.

After drinking your juices clean, Alcides placed you gently on his bed, and by the time he laid next to you, you had already wandered off in dreams.

Your mother awaited your letters.

Perhaps, she'll be rejoiced to hear you alive and well, or maybe she'll be mortified that you're alive and well, and The Dimitrescus live and breath, still. Either way, she and the rest of the world better get used to you signing every final letter as 'Lady Dimitrescu'.

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[stvolanis]

Hello! I love your writing!

Could I ask for a Tony shot where he is being intimate with the reader and it's her first time and he is very sweet and gentle? Would love to see that side of him. Ty!❤️

Hi anon! Thank you sm for this request, i love writing about Tony<3

Soft Lovin’

(one shot)

PAIRINGS: Tony Montana x Virgin!Reader

WARNINGS: foul language, harassment in the workplace, killing (not graphic), Tony is kind of manipulative? Idk how to explain it I’m sorry😭

NSFW WARNINGS: Virgin!Reader, soft Dom!Tony, making out, groping, fingering, heavy praise, cream pie, oral (f receiving), light overstimulation, possessive Tony

sorry if I missed anything! This also isn’t proofread

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It was a long, fast night at one of the hottest casinos/clubs in Miami, Florida.

You’d just started working as a bartender, just barely turning 21 and in need of a paying job. A friend of yours, Angelina recommended it to you. She said it was a easy way to make money. Just smile, make the drinks, and serve them. But you wish she would’ve told you about the following stares of all of the men in the room.

They followed you everywhere you went, all over your body, shamelessly roaming. It felt as though they’d pounce at any second they could. It was a policy that the men here couldn’t touch you unless you verbally consented to it, but you don’t think they really cared about that rule all that much.

An arm snaked around your waist, and you froze in horror as a man, with breath that smelled of pure tequila, whispered in your ear. “Y-you shhouldd come home wi-with me!” He slurred as his friends chuckled behind him. You felt tears like your eyes as you shoved him away from you. “What the hell is your problem?!” You yelled at him, but he didn’t take that well.

His brows furrowed with clear distaste. “Woooah, baby, no needdd to be a bitch.” He growled out, his breath smelled gawd awful and it made your stomach churn. His arm felt grimy when it was wrapped around you, and now that you look at him, he looked like a crackhead.

His face had scabs all over it, along with scratches that you could tell were from him clawing at his own skin. He had teeth missing, and the ones he had left were different shades of yellow, brown and black. His skin was greasy, as was his overgrown mullet that looked damn near matted on the top. He was thin as twigs, and you could visibly see his bones anywhere you looked over him.

He was the most revolting creature you’d ever seen. He was a dirty, smelly man, and now you felt all dirty and smelly.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” You bit out. Suddenly, the man reached out and grabbed your arm in a painful grip that was sure to bruise, and you yelped out as you tried to push him away from you. “Stop fightingg against me y-you whore!” He choked out.

You’re waterline formed fresh tears that began to spill over, then all the sudden, you were ripped away from him and into the arms of another, more warm person.

You peered up at the man slightly; he was short, but still taller than you were. His hair was a dark brown, a chocolate color and short. It was kinda messy, and you wanted to run your fingers through it to try to fix it. You took notice of the scar that ran along his eye. It was beautiful. Something that was surely a painful experience, yet it looked so pretty on him.

He was ruggedly handsome. A little rough around the edges, sure, but he was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. His hands were thick and calloused, and on his fingers laid beautiful rings that were probably worth more than your life.

You thought that he was foreign, and when he spoke, it seemed you must’ve been right. “Fuck are ya’ doin, huh, man?” He huffed out to the crack head bothering you. “You fuckin’ with a lady jus’ tryna’ do her job? Eh?” He growled out as he lightly pushed you aside, going chest to chest with the other man who was slightly taller than him.

“Woah, Tony, i-I don’t want no trouble, man!” He replied, his hands flying up in surrender as he almost tripped over his own two feet walking backwards, trying to create distance between him and the short, angry man. “Turn around and don’t look over here.” He told you, sparing you a glance.

You did as told, as he seemed to be your savior, but you couldn’t ignore the loud, blaring sound of a gun shot ringing through the air.

You covered your ears and flinched as you let out a yelp. The ringing in your ears hurt, and your breathing became uneven as you felt hands gently remove your hands from your ears. “You’re alright, baby.” Tony muttered softly in your ear.

He had been eyeing you all night, and truthfully, he was no better than any of the men here when it came to the staring. But, the thing that separated him from them, was that he would never come onto a woman who didn’t want him.

You were a small, dainty little thing. He had no idea what you were doing in a place as filthy as this. Even when he was watching her from afar, he could see her little body trembling. The way her hands would tighten when she passed by men. The snarls women sent her. She flinched at every little thing.

When he had grabbed you from away from that man, your scent flooded his senses. You smelled of lily’s and vanilla, and a hint of whisky. He was sure the whiskey part came from when he’d seen you spill it all over yourself earlier on accident after nearly tripping over your own two feet. He thought it was cute, though.

You reminded him of a deer. So pretty, and fragile. Curious or everything you shouldn’t be. Flinching at the littlest things. Even when he faintly heard you speak earlier, your voice was so soft spoken and sounded like velvet on his ears.

His little Bambi.

So when he was ‘casually’ at the bar ordering a drink and he noticed that man harassing you, obviously he’d see this as his chance to come and swoop you off of your feet. He had this all planned out, you falling into his arms right where he wanted you.

And now as he stood behind you, your back to his chest in ragged breaths with lingering gun smoke in the air and the sound of people screaming and running, he knew he had you where he wanted you.

“You’re alright, Bambi.” He muttered sweetly into your ear. Your head whipped around, and he felt his heart thud in his chest as you met face to face with him. Your eyes glimmered under the club lights, but the tears in them made your doe eyes all the more beautiful to him.

“W-what..what did you do? What happened?” You asked, your trembling voice barely above a whisper. Almost as if you were afraid that if you talked to loud, something else would happen. “Nothin’, don’t worry ‘bout it. All that matters is that your safe now.” He replied.

“I-I need to go.” You muttered as you pushed yourself away from him. You were slipping away from him, and he didn’t like the idea of that very much. This resulted in him grabbing your hand softly. “I—let me make sure you get home safe, yeah? C’mon.” He told you.

You hesitated for a moment. A strange, foreign man who just killed someone for harassing you wants to make sure you get home safe. Sounds promising. “Okay.” You sighed as you walked out of the front door and out into the parking lot, the man following closely behind.

He led you to his car, opening the door for you to make sure you got in properly before getting in himself. “can you at least tell me what your name is?” You huffed out as you put on your seatbelt. He chuckled as he glanced at you, starting the vehicle. “Antonio Montana.” He told you after a moment. “But people jus’ call me Tony.” He added.

He had a dorky kind of smile when he said it, and it made a smile of your own form. “I’m—“ you started, but you didn’t get the chance to finish. “I know who you are, baby.” He said.

Your face bloomed red. “You’re not from here, are you?” You suddenly asked. He smiled. “I’m from Cuba.” He said. It made sense now, his accent was thick, and it made your legs squeeze together, which he didn’t fail to notice. “Oh.” Was all you said with a nod of understanding.

“Whddya doin’ in that place, anyway?” He asked. You sighed as you pushed your hair back from your face. “Needed the money. A friend said it would be easy.” You frowned. Tony clicked his tongue. “Need new friends.” He said with a chuckle.

“I—will you be my friend, Tony?” You asked. You didn’t really know why you asked, but he saved you tonight; and it would be nice to have more friends. “No.” He said, and your mouth hung agape. Guess not then.

“Wha—why?” You stuttered out with furrowed brows as your body shifted to better look at him. He inhaled sharply before his eyes pierced into yours. “Can’t be friends with someone I wanna fuck, baby.” He said, his voice deep. It sounded like he was restraining himself from saying more.

Your mouth hung open and your cheeks reddened. “I’ve—I don’t—“ you stuttered, embarrassment consuming you. The car halted sharply at large gates as his head snapped to you. “You’re a virgin.” He said, matter of factly.

You nodded as you broke eye contact with him. You heard him whisper a breathless ‘fuck’, but it slipped passed your mind as the large gates opened, and as you drove forward, a large mansion revealed itself.

You were lower-middle class, just barely scraping by. Never in your life did you ever think that a random foreign man who just so happened to be one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen would kill someone for you, tell you he wants to have sex with you, and then proceed to take you to his mansion.

“Holy shit.” You muttered. You were gawking like a peasant, but you didn’t care. The closer you got to the house, the bigger it got. It was unnecessarily big, but the men stationed outside with guns didn’t go unnoticed to your prying eyes.

“What in the hell do you do, Tony?” You asked as he stopped the car in front of the house. He stepped out and opened your door for you, his hand gently holding yours to stable you. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He said.

And you weren’t gonna question him any further than that.

He lead you into his large home, and you were struck. Everything was red with hints of gold, and straight forward stood a large globe with the words ‘the world is yours’ on it. He led you up the stairs with a gentle hand to your back, directing you where to go.

You turned left and he stopped you at a large white door. “You can stay in here, take a shower n shit, I’ll be the next room over.” He said as he waved his hand around to the door next to yours. “Okay, thank you, Tony.” You smiled, to which he returned before walking to his room.

You entered the room, and surprisingly, it was different shades of purple. The walls were a dark purple with gold trim, and it looked beautiful. There was a large bed with lilac and dark purple bedding that had flowers engraved on it with lace trims. There was another door across the room, and when you opened it, it revealed a large bathroom with a gold trimmed tub that was built into the ground—almost like a jacuzzi.

It was glorious, you’d never seen a bathroom of all places look this extravagant.

You stripped from your clothes that clung to your body as your turned on the water, switching it to warm. As you stepped in, it felt warm against your skin; just what you needed after the bullshit you encountered today.

Suddenly, the door opened, making you gasp and cover yourself with your hands. In walked Tony with a knowing smirk on his face. “Sorry, baby, forgot to mention we share a bathroom.” He chucked out as he began to undress himself. “You don’t mind, do you?” He asked as you eyed him.

His body was toned and fit. Hair covered his chest and arms thick, and the gold chain that hung on his neck made you gulp. You couldn’t control yourself as your eyes looked further down, and your mouth slightly hung agape as you took in the sight before you.

His v-line was deep and his happy trail made your thighs squeeze together. He was uncut, his pink tip barely peeking through his skin. He was girthy, very girthy. The length was intimidating, and you felt like his cock was staring at you.

You absentmindedly shook your head. Your mind was spinning, and you were unsure if the feelings you felt were feelings you should have about a man you’d just met. He chuckled to himself at your reaction as he lowered himself into the tub across from you.

And for some reason, you felt yourself move your arms away from your body to stop hiding yourself from him. Tony felt himself get hard under the water from the sight of you before him.

Your body glistened with water, and the soft ripples of your skin made his jaw clench—but what really got him, was your perky nipples just barely peeking through the water. Hard, and he wished to know just how sensitive they were. Your neck was beautiful, bare. He wanted to wrap his hands around it and ruin your life, but he knew he couldn’t; not yet, at least.

“C’mere, Bambi.” He said. You hesitated for a second before making a move towards him. He gently grabbed your arm and positioned you onto his lap. You could feel his cock beneath you, hard and prominent. It rested against your cunt that clenched around nothing. “Tony..” you whispered breathlessly.

“You gon’ let me make you feel good, baby? Hm?” He muttered against your lips. The way you shook your head unbelievably fast was embarrassing, but god, did it turn the man on.

His lips met yours in a heated kiss. His lips were rough and just a little chapped against yours, but you didn’t care. His tongue prodded against your mouth, and your tongues tangled together. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, and everything about the interaction you were having right now was sloppy.

It was a mess, the way the mix of your saliva stringed onto the both of your tongues when you pulled away, just to dive right back in and continue. Your lips were swollen and red, puffy from Tony sinking his teeth down onto them in his haste of kissing.

His hands roamed your body, from groping your sensitive breasts to down your waist before resting on your plump ass. “Not gon’ fuck you here.” He said, breathlessly against your lips as he pulled the both of you up and into his bedroom.

He laid you softly onto the bed, moving your wet hair from your face. He stared at your for a moment. “Stay here. With me.” He demanded. “I’ll take care of you.” He said as his fingers traveled down, prodding at your entrance.

“Yes, anything, just please—“ you whimpered out as he slowly entered a finger into your sopping cunt. “Shh, I know.” He said as his finger began to enter you at a steady pace.

“More, please!” You told him. He clicked his tongue. “So needy. Gotta make sure you’re ready to take my cock, Bambi. Don’ wanna hurtcha.” He cooed out, holding your free hand in his, squeezing reassuringly.

You bit down onto your lip as he added in a second finger, beginning to speed up his pace. “You ever touch yourself? Hm?” He asked breathlessly as he watched the way you squeezed down onto his fingers. You nodded your head. “Cant make myself cum.” You whimpered out, your face blooming red.

He laughed mockingly. “Que hermosa.” He said. You didn’t know what that meant, but it made your stomach clench in an unfamiliar way. “Tony! I feel weird!” You gasped out, attempting to shove his hands away.

“S’okay, baby, just let go.” He said as he kissed down your stomach to your pussy that seemed to be talking to him everytime his fingers fucked into you. He sucked your throbbing bud into his mouth harshly, and the feeling in your stomach snapped as you released your juices all over his face with a loud moan.

He shook his head against your pussy, your clit still in his mouth, and you damn near screamed. He released your aching bud with a smug smile. He lifted himself up, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he lined himself to your entrance.

“Wait—Tony-“ you muttered, and he halted his movements. “What’s wrong, Bambi?” He asked softly. You bit down onto your lip. “M’scared.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled. Not a mean, cocky smile; but a sweet one. “S’okay, I’ll be gentle.” He said as he kissed your forehead, down to your cute little nose, then both of your cheeks, all the way down to your chin before he finally planted a kiss to your soft lips. You felt your heart literally explode.

His tip entered you slowly, before you knew it he was half way in and the stretch was painful. You both hissed, but for different reasons. You were tight around his cock, clamping down on him with a force, nearly making it hard to move. Meanwhile, it felt like he was tearing you apart on his cock.

Your nails dug into his back as you clung onto him, your little sniffles and whimpers not going unnoticed to Tony as he kissed your shoulder. “Doin’ so good, baby. Takin’ my cock good.” He said through clenched teeth.

He was finally all the way in you, and Tony wanted to move badly, but he refrained in fear of hurting you. Tears rolled down your face, and Tony kissed them away while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“Y-you can move.” You whispered, and Tony wasted no time in slowly pulling out before gently entering you again. The pain was quickly replaced with a pleasure you’d never felt before. “Oh my god—“ you gasped out as he entered you again, a little more harsh this time.

He filled you to the hilt, and you felt as though his tip was hitting your cervix as he rutted in you. “Amazing fuckin’ pussy, shit.” He groaned out as he began pounding into you.

Your moans grew uncontrollably and your breast bounced with every thrust his hips delivered to you and you felt like you were on cloud nine. You were so full, and you couldn’t get enough of his cock.

He was completely pussy drunk and the both of you couldn’t even form coherent words. Your gummy walls were warm and sucked him in so nicely. He never wanted to leave, and he was dreading the moment he was going to have to pull out of you. Your cunt felt like it was made for him, molding perfectly just to suit him and only him.

He was going to make sure he was the only person you were ever going to fuck again. He was going to ruin you for any other man, and make sure the whole world knew that you were gonna be his woman and his alone. He was the king, and he needed his queen. And when he seen you in that lousy club, he knew you were the one.

Nice, beautiful, soft and obedient.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, along with both of your moans, and your pleading. “Love this fuckin’ pussy, s’all mine, yeah?” He said as his forehead rested against yours.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slammed into you harder. “Ffuckkk, yes, yes, Tony, all yours!” You slurred out. He chuckled. “My good girl.” He moaned out as his hips drilled into yours at an inhumane pace.

“M’a good girl. M’your good girl.” You babbled out, not even realizing what you were saying as you nodded your head feverishly. “Gonna fill this pussy. Make you mine.” He groaned out as his thrusts became sloppy.

You felt yourself cum again, releasing your juices once again all over his lower abdomen. The way you were moaning and twitching under him, overstimulated, triggered his own release as he spurred his cum into your sloppy pussy; painting your walls white. But he didn’t stop, and his cock continued to fuck into you.

Your cunt was milking him and he wasn’t complaining. You were an uncontrollable, moaning mess under him. Your pussy was sensitive and sore by the time he finally pulled out of you, his body thumping next to you as you both laid breathlessly.

His arms pulled you into him, and being in his arms, legs tangling together, made you feel like all of this was so right. So perfect. He was so perfect.

You’d never be able to get enough of him after this, and Tony knew he was done for. The both of you craved each other more than anything you’d ever craved.

You fell asleep in his arms that night, the last thing you felt was Tony press a kiss to your temple and the world around you went dim.

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[vqnrouged]

Could I have vampire blood and cats tail with 🏰 please 🥺

𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐄’𝐍𝐘𝐀 & 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 ── 𓇼 ⋆｡ﾟ

↳ summer 2024 event request! more details here!

↳ 728 words

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↳ content | headcanons

↳ omg thank you for the che’nya request, anon! i love him and lilia so much! also sorry that che'nyas part is a lil short! regardless, i hope you enjoy! <3

↳ 𝐂𝐇𝐄’𝐍𝐘𝐀

𓇼 ˖° immediately says yes, why would he say no to building a sandcastle? the queendom of roses wasn't necessarily a place where there were beaches and ocean galore, so he was gonna take the opportunity to have a different kind of fun while he was on vacation. he is a very big fan of splash fights!

𓇼 ˖° che'nya makes it a competition on who can make the coolest sandcastle pretty quick, what's the fun in just building them when you can make it even more entertaining with a friendly competition! he gets very competitive and often cheats by using his unique magic to scare you while you're building you own castle, as long as he gets to mess with you then it's a good game!

𓇼 ˖° he will absolutely find little creatures to have as his castle guardians, by the end of the day he has a crab army if they haven't already made their way back into the water. he also finds plenty of other creatures to put in his castle as the king and queen or other members of royal crabby family, he even has names for them.

"seriously, you named her crabilina?"

"yes, and her son is named crabbington the 3rd!"

"che, these are by far the worst possible names you could've come up with for these little creatures."

"to be fair, i did have time constraints."

── 𓇼 ˖°

↳ 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄

𓇼 ˖° lils loves the idea of building a mini fortress with you out of sand, in a way it reminded him of his youth. as a child, he had never been to a beach before, only the forests of briarland or wherever meleanor would drag him off to. the only reason he had to be at a beach was for his duties as a general, never just for fun. so this opportunity to relax and enjoy his time with you was a blessing he didn't know he needed. while he does enjoy the laying down on a beach chair and soaking in the sun aspect, he does also enjoy the other activities it has to offer. he's a big fan of playing volleyball and swimming in the ocean, but building a sandcastle? oh, he is going all in.

𓇼 ˖° he is rather careful about building the structure of the castle, but even then the outcome does come out a bit... wonky. now listen, it's a style. besides, this isn't meant to be a competition, it's supposed to be a lovely day on the beach with his partner. however, if you want to make it into a competition this old fae isn't going to say no to a competitive game with his lover. as soon as you mentioned the idea, he immediately gave you a cheeky smirk and took you up on the offer. with quick work, he began to make his castle larger and taller with multiple turrets and several small windows that lined the mini fortress. albeit, it didn't exactly look the most smooth or beautiful. some of the walls were slightly falling with sandy ash, but to lilia it was the extravagance that made the castle. from the way it looked it's appearance was similar to that of briar valley's very own castle, interesting. he didn't even realize he was replicating the castle, but no matter, he was still going to win this.

𓇼 ˖° he loves adding little trinkets to his castle, kind of like how he collects thing from his travels and decorates his room. after he builds the castle itself and while you're still building your own, he wanders around the beach finding all sorts of objects and creatures to put on his castle. along the shoreline he found several pretty shells and a few tiny crabs that crawled in and out of the sand, then he walked closer to the more populated areas of the beach to see if there was any item of interest there either. and much to his surprise, there was a perfect addition laying buried in the sand right before him. he made sure to make the little thing the main attraction of his castle.

"lils, is that a little red flag?"

"why yes it is, dear. lucky find, was it not?"

"yeah, but where in the world did you find it? this side of the beach is pretty clean."

"i found it laying on the ground next to a trash can!"

"lilia, that's gross!"

@𝐯𝐪𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐝

#@𝐯𝐪𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐝 ♱ #summer time event 2024! 𓇼 ⋆｡ﾟ #chenya x reader #chenya #lilia twst #twst lilia #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #twst x you #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #headcanons #diasomnia #royal sword academy

[nathabat]

Can you write about how Syzoth and the reader meet and eventually fall in love? Thank you!

oh my god YES ofc anon, this fills my brain w so many thoughts™,,,

✰ content: ## SFW , fluff with light angst (mention of Syzoth's previous family, his loss, Shang Tsung's bullshit no offense baby girl) , probably barely proofread. I speak more casually here because it's a lot of personal hcs LOL. GN!reader, you/your pronouns used.

Syzoth's romance would be THE definition of a slow burn. Meeting him with Cage and the others doesn't really speed that up, but he certainly learns to really appreciate you as a fixture of the group when you help him mourn and wrap his head around his loss. It's really abrupt, so he needs to take his time coping with the knowledge before he even thinks about taking someone else romantically. So he'd value someone with patience and boatloads of empathy. Even if you were a bit awkward when comforting him, he'd manage to find a bit of charm in your ramblings in attempt to soothe his troubled mind.

Of course it's not like you seek him out right off the bat either, so it's a lot of mutual pining as well when yours and his feelings come to light. Syzoth would feel a little guilty, like he's betraying the memory of his lost loved ones by seeking out a human of all things. I like to think Cage plays wingman- and his version of that is forcing as much proximity as possible. Like orchestrating plans just to ditch you two so you're alone for HOURS, and when he comes back he coughs really loudly to announce his presence.

"What? I didn't know what you two love birds would be getting up to while i was gone! Just had to make sure I wasn't walking in on anything scandalous-" (please hit him for me)

Jokes aside, he does really well at teaching Syzoth about "human courtship" and dating culture, and to boost the poor guys confidence. You're like a beacon of pure light and joy to Syzoth, you picked him up when he was down, how could he ever be worthy of you? How could he even repay your kindness at all???

Syzoth does his best at dropping hints after he realizes you've been oblivious to his courting and attempts at wooing you. Turns out, offering you a piece of his roasted swamp creature snack isn't the sweetest gesture- cut him some slack, he's still learning. He'll lay compliments on HEAVY, and he's surprisingly keen to most details of you as a person, but also generally of your appearance. Like if you trimmed an inch off your hair, he compliments how much shinier your hair is after the loss of your split ends. Ignoring the fact that it sounds slightly backhanded

New shirt? He wants to know why you got it. He thinks that certain colour brings out the hues of your eyes! (he thinks that with everything you wear. I think he's just in love with your eyes) New tattoo or piercing? He really wants to take a good long look at it, hear your thoughts and what drove you to such artistic choices, and gushes about how much he adores your self expression.

"It is a beautiful thing, how open you are I mean.. It's like you bare a piece of yourself to the world. I really like it."

He is always so incredibly sincere, flustering the second you also get embarrassed by his words. He isn't a poet, you just make him feel profound and beautiful things.

The first time he properly asks you out, he's nothing short of a nervous wreck. With his clammy hands and shifty eyes, quietly asking if you'd like to accompany him to an Outworld festival. The second he hears a yes from your lips, he's brightening like a star and thanking you. he's not sure why, but he just feels so grateful and lucky for such an opportunity!

Th evening is nothing short of perfect, Syzoth glued to your side like a protective force, his tension easing only when you grasp his hand and point excitedly at some merchant stand that's boasting the cutest trinkets ever. He's smiling wide under his mask as you tug him forward, squeezing your hand gently as his thumb rubs over your knuckles. His heart is melting in his chest when you make him try on a hair pin. His hair is much too short to hold it, and it almost clatters to the ground if you two didn't fumble to catch it- it's a pretty ornament, but he ends up getting you a gorgeous hand crafted necklace.

A beautiful white jade circular pendant held to the chain by a silver frame of koi fish. He thinks it's stunning, even more so as you bite your cheek to contain your excited ramblings as the cold metal grazes the skin of your neck, followed by the warmth of his careful hands as he fastens it in place <3

Maybe you don't kiss on the first date and that's more than okay, because the mere second you had kissed him for the first time, you swore he turned bright red and looked rather faint... It's probably best to ease him into such affectionate gestures.

☄. *. ⋆

#🫧. sfw #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 #syzoth #mk reptile #syzoth mk #syzoth mk 1 #syzoth x reader #reptile x reader #mk x reader

[anundyingfidelity]

I feel Adam would have some culture shock going from living in the ways of the Sovereign that his mother taught him and then joining the Gaurdians, could I request some headcanons on how he would adjust to his new life? (angst or fluff would be great!)

Absolutely anon, I liked this a lot! It's a little bit long, but here you go.

I also have to say this is based on GotG vol 3 Adam ^^

☕ if you like my writing, support me with a ko-fi !

Headcanons about Adam adjusting to his new life

The Sovereign are known to be arrogant people, so Adam would have this running on his veins. So please expect to get his feet on the ground, mostly by Rocket or you.

And this is very difficult because he has been created to be strong without any kind of measure, foolish, and a super powerful god-like being. Everything about him is (almost) perfect. That's where you come in, to show him the beauty of errors and human life, that not everything has to be black or white, you can have a mix of both sometimes.

To Adam, you look like a free soul. Someone who leads your own path in life and he is amazed by it and how carefree you are.

He surely will have a lot more of cultural shocks, like taking a lot of things quite literally, which will make him and Drax a dangerous but kinda funny duo.

At first, Adam might also get offended easily, so it will be your task to explain this topic to him. You will be repeating "don't take anything personally" often, until he is able to understand.

Adam had short time with his mother, but he knows what loyalty is about thanks to her. He becomes a very loyal guardian, specially with Rocket. Learning about Rocket's story was hard for him, he didn't completely understand why he was sent behind the raccoon, and now that he does he has nothing but respect and admiration for the captain.

His mother is another difficult topic for Adam. He still has strong feelings about her and wondered what could have been, so he leans a lot on you and Rocket for that. At first he avoids talking about his own personal short life, however he knows you will not judge what he has to tell and will listen to him even if that means you'll stay up the whole night.

When he also cries for the first time, you'll try to explain to him what is this feeling about and that it's not wrong. You become very close after that, Adam will trusts you many things about his life and his feelings, something he is trying very hard to understand.

So Blurp, his new little pet. He makes sure to give all his love to Blurp and to give everything, if not more. You know how much he loves this fluffy, F'saki creature, so if Adam has to leave for some long time and you're free, you would take care of Blurp as much as needed.

Nebula is kind of special towards Adam though, she is also getting used to the new addition to the team and a long journey had to start so she could get along with him eventually.

And Groot, well, he is Groot and if Rocket welcomed the golden boy to the family, so will he. When Adam and Groot are working to help the new children and animals they make an amazing team together.

I'd say Adam finds a whole new purpose of serving others with his strenght and with his powers. Besides being a Guardian, he is a good citizen and a good friend, thanks to you.

#adam warlock x reader #adam warlock x you #adam warlock x y/n #adam warlock x gen reader #adam warlock x male reader #adam warlock imagines #adam warlock headcanons #adam warlock imagine #marvel headcanons

[pocket-watcher]

Hi! I love your blog and your stories. They inspire and make my soul curl up! @ о @ ||| Can you make a story about character A being forced to sing a hypnotic song in order to lure character B, who is the partner of character A, into a trance? Character B try to do everything possible to make A stop singing, but they are not allowed to do so. Thanks <3

Hi anon! :) Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoy them!!

As for your request, here you go! And please let me know what you think :)

Sirens don’t exist.

That’s what Dylan thought, anyways.

Being a strong swimmer from an early age meant Dylan had heard it all. How he must be some kind of mythical creature to hold his breath that long. How his toes were actually webbed (they weren’t, but if they were it might shave a few seconds off his record), and how he looked more at home in the pool than most people did in their own beds.

That’s probably why he decided to be a lifeguard.

From 7am-6pm Monday-Thursday he spent his time surveying, swimming, teaching, and rarely (but not rarely enough) saving lives at the local pool.

Unfortunately, despite his skills, Casey was still a stronger swimmer than him.

She glided when she was in water, effortlessly twisting her body around and around. She was the only one picking up more shifts than Dylan.

Casey had always eyed Dylan suspiciously, though. She’d actually been the one to make a few of the “merman” comments before, but almost in a way where she seemed like she wasn’t actually… joking?

Weird.

But eventually, Dylan spent more and more time with Casey and became utterly enamoured with her.

Her smile, her laugh, her love of the water. They went to the beach every other week, and she was the only one who listened to his corny marine-puns.

It was perfect.

Until Dylan forgot his wallet at work.

It was around 8pm. The moon was already rising in the sky as he unlocked the door to the locker room.

It’s kinda eerie when it’s all quiet like this, he thought.

But then he heard it.

Someone was singing…?

“…hello…?”

Why would anyone break in here just to sing?

Dylan passed his locker without checking for his wallet, and instead peered around the corner from the changing room.

Sure enough, there sat his girlfriend, Casey.

She sat in the moonlight singing out. Her eyes shone. She didn’t seem to notice him, she was too lost in her song.

I’ve never heard her sing before, Dylan thought. He smiled. She was a beautiful singer.

Dylan felt his eyelids droop slightly. His head began to bob as he struggled to keep it upright. He could feel his arms growing heavy.

His grip on the wall slipped and he stumbled out into the open. Casey stopped in shock.

“D-Dylan? What are you doing here?”

“I was…” Hm. What had he been doing here? It didn’t seem to matter now. All he wanted was for her to start singing again.

Wait. What? No. He was here… to get his wallet. Right?

Casey smiled, but not the sweet caring smile Dylan was used to. It was eager, crazy, almost scary… she covered her face and seemed to return to normal for a moment.

“P-please! You need to get out of here! I… I can’t control myself like this! Please don’t listen!”

Dylan started towards her. What could’ve made her so eager for him to go?

The moonlight poured in and, despite her covering her eyes, she suddenly regained that crazed look in her eyes.

She began to sing again.

Dylan felt as if he’d had the wind knocked out of him.

Don’t listen.

“Uh… Case… could you stop singing for a sec and talk to me…?”

He could feel his vision blurring slightly. His blinks became slow and laboured.

She looked at him with hunger. Her hand limply beckoned him towards her, as if her arm were a puppet’s on a string.

She licked her teeth.

Dylan plugged his ears and stumbled.

“Casey, seriously. This isn’t funny. Let’s go home…”

He didn’t even sound convincing to himself. That thought also told him he hadn’t plugged his ears very well.

Her singing weaselled its way into his ears and burrowed deep into his brain. Dylan felt hims thoughts become dreamlike, passing by too quickly for him to register.

She said not to listen. Sink. Obey. What did she mean by that? Get closer. Go deeper. Why wouldn’t she just talk to me. Drop. Good. It’s like a siren song. Blank. Empty.

“P-please…” Dylan whimpered as his feet dragged his body over to her involuntarily. “Casey.”

She looked at him, full of lust, full of excitement. He couldn’t understand the lyrics but they drowned his own thoughts out completely.

In the moonlight she didn’t just look beautiful. She looked ethereal.

And Dylan wanted nothing more than to stay there, listening to her forever.

Luckily, that was just what she had in mind.

#who doesn’t love a relationship built on lies manipulation and hidden hypnotic abilities #hypnok1nk #hypnosis #mind control #brainwashing #hypnotized #watcher answers #watcher writes #watcher’s stories

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hi, how are you? do you sleep well? how about Beelzebub, Buddha, Loki (record of ragnarok) with an agelo-like reader, like this beautiful light, eyes the color of the ocean that reflects the world's sadness, such a pretty little angel, it would be nice to see how they take care of this exhausted creature, you can childhood friends . I know it's confusing, but I wrote it from the heart. If you don't want to, you can ignore

Angel that reflect the sadness of the world

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Beelzebub, Buddha ]

[ Records of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no Valkyrie ]

Things are getting better, thanks for asking

Such an amazing idea anon!! I love it!! I don't write for Loki but I gaddly write for the others!

I didn't know if you wanted platonic or romantic so i keep it neutral, you can take it however you want

Beelzebub

Since Beelzebub was just a kid everyone already treat him like a monster, avoiding him for the rumor of being cursed by Satanas, but little Beelzebub doesn't understand why people hate him so much, it make him really sad but there is nothing he can do about it, just accept his fate

Once, while he was wandering around an empty place, not wanting to bother anyone with his presence he end up meeting someone, but more like seeing them for afar, a beautiful little angel, Beelzebub gets amazed by the very moment he lays his eyes on you, your angelic features were nothing like him, just by looking at you he knows that you are perfect

It doesn't matter if you are busy or not either way he doesn't has the courage to approach to you, he will probably just bother you with his presence either way. And for a while things just stay like that, with an amazed but shy Beelzebub admiring you from afar, wondering how it would be if he is able to talk to you, how it would be like to be your friend

Little Beelzebub won't be able to approach to you, so it has to be that you discover him and you are the one who approach to him or one day you two just bump into each other, in either case he gets really nervous and his first reaction is to apologize for bothering you, you better say something before he runs away out of embarrasment

It has to be with your help that you two become friends because Beelzebub is just so carried away for the thought of no one wanting him around for his curse, and even so it would take him a while to get used to the kind and friendly attitude you treat him with

Beelzebub will always admire you angelic appearance, no matter how much time it pass he always be amazed by it, still he gets pretty shy for a long time by it, even when you two started to be friends he can't help but get an small and cute blush on his cheeks whenever he sees you

If you have wings, not matter if are small or big he is amazed for them, he want to know how they feel, is that they are soft or maybe tickles? The moment you let him touch them he feels like in heaven, nervously and shyly approach his little hand to them, and if you ever give him a hug covering him with your wings he feels so flustered and flattered that he swears that he can die happy in that moment (even when he grow up his reaction is pretty much the same)

It isn't is until you two get close that he notice your eyes, at first amazed by the beatiful and deep color but soon worried for the saddness it reflect, as much as he is curious about it he doesn't want to pry or invide your privacy, so if you don't tell him about it then it would be a mistery for a long time (specially while he is just a kid)

When you finally tell him that your are cursed by having to reflect all the sadness that the world hold, reflecting it more in your eyes that just make him worried sick about you, he doesn't understand why you, a kind and beautiful person, have to suffer for such curse

He want to help you so bad but being a kid (and worst, a hated one) doesn't make things easy, so he promise you to help you endure this, he even in all his childish innocence promised you to become happier so you won't have to reflect his own sadness

From then Beelzebub tries to always help you by doing different things, such as giving you some food any chance he has (specially the ones he knows you like), making more comfortable the place you two always hang out together so you can rest, staying by your side when you are sleeping telling you that he will protect you of everything else so you can rest well or even that while you sleep he will take your place as the one who reflect the saddness, anything he can thing on and don't thinking twice whenever you ask him for something

And just like thay you two grow up together, and not matter how much time it pass Beelzebub never stoped taking care of you, even if you try to make him stop for not wanting to bother him he is stubborn and you won't stop him from worring about you, he cares for you so much, going as far as saying that is the least he can do when you had saved him from the lonely life he was going to have and because you had stayed by his side when no one else wanted him around

Speaking of, the reason Satan never killed you is probably because you yourself has a curse too, having the duty to hold the saddness of the world

Also, everytime someone wanted to get close to him he just accepted because you where by his side, like if having you around make him feel like nothing bad could happen. When he end up killing his friends for his curse he still feel devasted, like a monster, and will try to avoid you, fearing that he will hurt you too or that you will see the real monster he is, but you weren't planing to leave him alone, so you end up confronting him, remembering him that no matter what happen you will be by his side because you know he isn't a monster, and yet your only presence make him feel a lot better

He from time to time is scare that you will leave him and call him a monster (even having nightmares about it), other times he tries to avoid you for how much he hate himself, but at the end he always end up running to your arms, your warm remember him that he isn't alone, and, even if he is being selfish, he will never be able to leave you because you are the only good thing that happened to him

Buddha

Buddha used to be the prince of a prosperous kingdom, he doesn't had been troubled for anything and he was happy with the live he had, with his beloved brother taking care of the kingdom, he was pretty spoiled too

He always has been someone pretty active and curious about the world, so sneak away so he can explore the surroundings wasn't weird for him, it was in one of that occasions where he end up meeting someone pretty interesting, he find a pretty little angel that were just wandering around

Fascinated by the little angel he wasted no time and approached to you pretty cheerfuly, introducing himself and with a smile he ask for your name, if you get startled or shy he quickly tries to reasure you that he has no intention on harming you, but if you answer without much troubles you two will quickly become friends (thanks to Buddha's insistences)

For a while he just go and visit you whenever he has free time or manage to get away from his responsabilities (for him doesn't matter if he end up in troubles as long as he can keep visiting his angelic friend), it would take a long time to get the idea of inviting you over the palace

He is always so curious about you, since he has never met an angel before he could pass hours just asking you everything that came up to his mind, if you get uncomfortable or he asked something private he apologize but that won't really stop him. And also he loves spending time and play with you

Buddha is so distracted by all his childish mind think on that it would take him a long time to notice the sad expression you have most of the time, he had noticed and even complimented the beautiful color of your eyes, but he doesn't really had noticed the saddness that reflects

It doesn't happen until one day you were so exhausted or affected by the saddness that you weren't able to move much, and when he finds you in that state panic invades him in a second, running to your side despertly asking you what happened to you, fearing the worst Buddha end up carrying you to the palace and ask for help to everyone who cross his way, but not even the best doctors could do something for you

That day Buddha learn that what happen to you isn't something mortal but isn't something you can be cure of neither, you had born with the mission of hold and reflect the sadness of the world and what just happened isn't the first nor the last time that will happen. Buddha get mad at the all the gods he know for giving you such curse, so he decided that from now on he will take care of you, he will help you make it more bearable

From that day you are going to live in the palace and he order all the servants to treat you as if you were part of the Royal Family, and he won't let you decline his care, by this point he had already had tell his brother about you (a lot actually, Jataka swear that he already knows you for how much his brother talk about you)

Buddha makes sure you always have a comfy place to rest, warm and delicious meals, comfortable and beatiful clothes, really anything you could ever ask for, is the only thing he can think on to help you, and he is happy to have you around all the time. But sadness is something that can't just be ereased so easily, not even with all the luxury he could give to you but that is something little Buddha doesn't fully understand, it hurt him seeing you sad or exhausted for having to hold so much sadness and he tries to cheer you up in the only way he knows

That is why when Jataka admitted to him that he actually isn't happy since he had given all his live to his people it affected him so much, and at some point he started wondering if it happen to you too, that you had been holding all the sadness for others and now you aren't able to be happy on your own, the only thought of two of the people he loves the most suffering so much hurt him, and since he had been ignorant of this for so long make him feel worst

Once he choose to follow his own path, without following others' rules he ask you if you will like to go with him, it would be an aimless journey and he doesn't know where he will end, but still he will like to do it with you, trying to find a true happiness

If you don't want to go with him he will respect your decision and just wish you the best in life, but if you go with him both become inseparables

He tries to help you at the best of his habilities, but he is more focus on make you think only in you and your well-being, forget the whole thing about the saddness and just worry about you

He knows he can't just eraser or stop your condition of reflecting the saddness of the world, but he tries to make you happy, genuinely happy, your curse doesn't has to make you sad all the time, you are the only one who can decide your own fate and path, so if you want happiness you should have happines

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #records of ragnarok #snv #ror #snv beelzebub #snv beelzebub x reader #ror beelzebub #ror beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x reader #snv buddha #snv buddha x reader #ror buddha x reader #ror buddha #buddha x reader #snv x reader #ror x reader #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #anime and manga #anime #manga

[zooliminology]

Hey there, just found your blog! I just wanted to let you know that I honestly really appreciate your take on liminal spaces. I'm planning to move very soon, and it's been stressing me out a lot, especially since I feel like I'm alone and I'm deathly scared. But your blog has kind of become a comfort for me; you bring so much wonder and beauty to a genre of art that feels like it's gotten stale. I absolutely love reading about your creatures, not to mention your art is phenomenal! It's reminding me why I decided to move in the first place; even if it can be scary sometimes the world out there is also full of fun and whimsical things. ❤️

Thank you very much, anon. This reply is late because I had such a hard time figuring out how to put into words how validating this is to me. I’m very glad that my art can be a comfort to you in such a tumultuous time. <3

#ooc #zooliminology #ask

[misc-obeyme]

hi! i really liked (Solomon's Kindness) *^^*

can you do for solomon x reader's first date going to aquarium with mc who loves whales/dolphins fluffy fic ?

thanks! keep going with your writings ^v^~

Hi, anon!

Thank you for the request, I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing!

I really liked writing this! Hopefully Solomon isn't too OOC here, it ended up really fluffy. I couldn't help myself! Anyway, I hope you like it!

Solomon x GN!MC

Warnings: None!

You didn't exactly keep your love of whales and dolphins secret, but it also wasn't something you talked about a lot. Which meant that someone would need to know you pretty well to notice this preference of yours without you telling them. A notebook with a whale on the cover, a little dolphin key chain attached to your bag - the signs were certainly there, but they were small. Only someone observant would notice it.

This is why it came as a surprise when Solomon asked you to go on a date with him to the aquarium. He stated specifically that there was one in the human world featuring dolphins that he wanted to take you to.

"How did you know I like dolphins?" you had asked him.

Solomon smiled and tugged gently on the dolphin key chain on your bag. "Did you think I didn't notice?"

You realized in that moment that he had been paying attention to you. Enough to know that you would enjoy such an excursion.

Now you were standing beside him in a large, beautiful aquarium. You had come at a time that wasn't busy. There were only a few people milling about here and there, so it felt like you had the entire aquarium to yourselves.

The first area you found yourselves in was set up like a dark cavern. The lights were practically non-existent and the walls were grayish blue. Every few feet, however, there would be a circle of bright colorful light. Round tanks that held swarms of jellyfish dotted the area.

Solomon waved a hand and it was as though the jellyfish swam right out of their tanks, swirling around you in rainbow colors. You knew it was a magical illusion, but you were amazed as always at Solomon's skill.

You laughed in delight. "They're so cute!"

Solomon's eyes were soft as he smiled. "So are you."

You felt the hint of a blush rise to your cheeks, but the room was dark and you hoped he couldn't see it.

You emerged from the darkness and found yourselves in a large area full of tanks. You moved from tank to tank, reading the information about the inhabitants. As it turned out, Solomon knew quite a lot about fish and marine habitats. He would start talking about them at length, almost lecturing you about the habits of various fish and marine plants. Then he would catch himself and apologize for talking so much.

It was actually really adorable, so you started deliberately asking him questions about things to see if you could get him talking again. It worked the first few times you did it, but then he caught onto you.

Eventually you found yourselves in a room where the entirety of one wall was a massive tank. Here you could see dolphins swimming through the bright blue water. You stood in front of the tank together, watching them play.

"This aquarium specializes in dolphin rehabilitation," Solomon said. "That's why I wanted to bring you here. These dolphins were found injured or sick. They were brought here so they could recover. Once they're well again, they'll be released back out into the wild."

"That's amazing," you said, moving closer to the tank glass. "They're beautiful. I'm so glad someone is taking care of them."

Solomon took your hand. "There's more, come on."

He pulled you into the next section, which was like a tunnel with a tank on both sides as well as overhead. Swimming by and around were all kinds of creatures - sharks, large fish, stingrays, and sea turtles. Light shone through the water, creating ripple effects on the floor and walls.

You were entranced by the beauty of this area, taking your time passing through the tunnel into another large room. On one side was a continuation of the tank from the tunnel. Across from there you saw the other side of the dolphin tank.

Standing in the middle of this room, surrounded by the light and water on all sides, you tried to take it all in.

"It's like I'm standing in the middle of the ocean," you said, your voice quiet with awe.

Solomon still held your hand and he squeezed it. "I thought you would like it."

You turned to him, smiling happily. "I love it, Solomon. Thank you for bringing me here."

Solomon's eyes widened a bit. He turned to you, reaching up with the hand that wasn't holding yours and placing it gently on your cheek. "I would do anything to see that expression on your face, MC."

You blushed, not just at his words, but at his close proximity. You were struck by the way the light from the tanks sparkled in his eyes and hair. He looked like he was alight with magic, glimmering with feeling.

You felt yourself move closer to him, as though something tugged gently on your heart. You took one step forward and there was no more space between you.

Solomon put his other hand on the other side of your face, cradling your cheeks as he pressed a kiss to your lips. Your hands came up to rest on his chest as you leaned into him.

This moment passed by so quickly, but it was one you would hold in your heart forever.

When you returned to the House of Lamentation, all the demons brothers had questions about where you were. But you decided to keep your first date with Solomon all to yourself.

Nobody else seemed to notice the new dolphin key chain attached to your bag. But sometimes Solomon would tug gently on it and smile at you, not saying a word. And you would blush and smile back as you both remembered the kiss you shared among the dolphins.

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #obey me solomon x mc #obey me x reader #request #misc writes

[sky-kiss]

Eeeee Shadow Raphael anon here! I'm so happy you're inspired by it! I have two options you can choose from.

1) platonic - them having a chess match and it just being a wity banter off and them enjoying riffing off of each other so much. Maybe this is at the inn/brothel lobby so other people can be there if you'd like.

Or

2) Them having a one night. I don't really have specifics but my brain is barking and screeching because I'd imagine anything explored via your writing will be so good and so much to chew on so I'm up for ANYTHING really!

Thank youuuu!

A/N: Ok, so this is so rushed, and I’m sorry about that. I want to do stuff with these two SO BADLY. Anyway, Dark Justiciar Shadowheart. Post game. Raphael received the crown. 

Shadowheart/Raphael: Meetup

"Raphael—I'm not surprised to find you here."

The half-elf slides into the seat across from him, lips turned up a charmingly self-satisfied smirk. It takes Raphael a moment to recall her name—she is, in truth, only tangentially referenced in his mental library, one of Tav's many delinquent compatriots. He leans back, humming, before he says, "Astutely observed, my dear, though perhaps less impressive than you hope. The Caress is nothing if not my home away from home." 

"I've no interest in impressing you, devil. 

"No, only in interrupting my meal, it seems," his voice dips to a velvety purr, cataloging the minute shift in the Sharran's posture. She arches a brow, gaze flicking to the empty table. Raphael indicates the crowded hall around them. "My hunting grounds, my meals, priestess. Every moment you linger is an opportunity wasted."  

Shadowheart scoffs, drumming her fingers on the table between them. The pretty creature tips her head to the side, regarding him through artfully lowered lashes. "You were more civil before." 

"Your intrepid leader had something I wanted—and our business has long since concluded." The cambion clucks his tongue. "Where is my Mouse these days?" 

She stiffens. "I wouldn't know. Tav…she took her leave some time ago." 

"Oh?" 

"I've no need to explain myself to you."

"None at all. But you were a precious little pair, weren't you? Haarlep does so regret being unable to…collect you both." Raphael lifts his right hand, inspecting his nails. "One fair turn for another…tell me the truth of your parting, and I will hear your request." 

Shar's Chosen regards him coldly. "My Dark Lady demands the whole of my heart." 

"How selfish. I almost admire her." Oh, but he likes that flush of color in her cheeks. Power radiates off her, different, colder than many of the god's chosen toys. Shar has given this one a shocking amount of play, provided she remained a loyal little dog. No slipping her leash. "Tell me what you need, my dear." 

"An enemy of Lady Shar has gone to ground. I'd have him found." 

"Simple enough—hardly requiring my talents. Or worth incurring my cost." Raphael smiles with teeth, curiosity piqued. "Who is this erstwhile quarry?" 

She paints him a picture: one of Selune's most beloved champions, a lycanthrope, long fled from the city. His trail and his scent had long since gone cold. The damned creature had very likely fled to a different plane. 

The devil considers the offer, taking in her appearance again: beautiful, dark. Some trace hint of Tav's scent still lingers on, perhaps in spirit rather than reality. It's intoxicating. Her eyes glitter with dreadful ambition and determination—it calls to an echoing spirit festering in his own breast. 

"No contract," Raphael drawls, tracing the rim of his glass. He has ordered wine for them, richer, deep, and red. "Let us consider this…a favor between friends."

"Very generous of you. Suspiciously so."

 "Is it? I've always found it most advantageous to conduct my business in a more...relaxed fashion than your dear Lady. The first taste, as they say, is free." He raises his glass in a toast. Shar's Chosen returns the gesture in kind, lips turning in dark satisfaction. 

~~~~~~

She comes to him months later. 

“The first taste was free,” Shadowheart grumbles, leaning back. “So, name your cost.” 

He scoffs. “My dear, where is your flair for the dramatic? Tease out the tension! Savor the give and take, bargain…” 

“...you make it sound like seduction, devil.” The Justiciar’s tongue flicks out to wet her lower lip, so sweetly, ignorantly satisfied. Oh, but she is young. All her power, violence, and inexperience still hang about her like stray traces of baby fat in a youth’s cheeks. 

“If you like. I prefer to think of it as a dance—coming together, stepping apart, together…all to our mutual satisfaction.” 

Shadowheart’s eyes glitter in the half-light, intrigued. 

~~~~~~

She comes to him again. 

And again. 

Again. 

They work surprisingly well together. And her goddess turns a blind eye. 

~~~~~~

“How sweet,” he purrs, sucking her lower lip between his teeth. They’ve recently started conducting their business in the Den rather than the common room, and the added privacy has led to this. Shadowheart walks him backward, hands already at his belt. The half-elf whimpers against his lips, the delicacy of the noise contrasting with the natural authority she carries. “You still taste like her, pet.” 

She chuckles, flicking her tongue along the seam of his lips. “You never tasted her.”

“No, but…” Raphael’s grip is bruising on her hips—she fails to so much as flinch. “Haarlep is so eager to indulge me—I wager I’ve had her more frequently than you.” 

“Ah—a poor man’s imitation.” She stands on the tips of her toes, tracing his nose with hers. The half-elf leans back, smirking. “We should compare someday…see how your counterfeit compares to reality.” 

He laughs despite himself. “It could be arranged." He presses his lips to the shell of her ear, pleased at the way shiver. "I’d quite like to watch them fuck you.” 

“I’d like it too. But for now…” she pushes Raphael back on the mattress, crawling over him. “I shall have to be content with you.”

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #shadowheart #bg3 fanfiction #shadowheart x raphael #asks #sorry this is not great and ive not done my loves the justice they deserve #next time

[merakiui]

Hi Mera!! I am a bit late to the party but I finished reading tdmg and my God it was soooooo good!! As always your writing is so, so beautiful I ascend every time I read something of yours. I really enjoyed a lot of the metaphors you used to describe things(sorry for being vague, I read tdmg when it was first released but held off my gushing bc I had assignments due so I don't remember as much😵‍💫) I will definitely be going back to write down some of the beautiful metaphors you wrote because goddamn what you write is straight up poetry🔥🔥 you characterise everyone so well and the back-and-forth between the characters is always incredibly fun to read. It is also clear how much research you do for the fics you write(like finding out sea creature behaviours, for example) and it gives so much depth to what you write.

Respectfully, if I was a rich CEO one of the first things I'd do is hire you to write fics full-time🫡(100k per annum+paid leave+company credit card)

I had a question regarding something that happened earlier in the fic but I don't know if it's been asked yet.... Has Jade used invisibility magic to spy on the main character? When Floyd, Jade and the mc were at the garden, it seemed like Floyd could detect that Jade was there but our MC couldn't because she didn't have any magic... I feel like you were hinting that Jade had used invincibility magic to spy on the mc before but she hadn't noticed for that reason. He did admit that he watched her a lot but she hadn't noticed it(though that could also be bc he's a slippery eel!)

Hi, anon!!!!! ( ≧ᗜ≦) aaaaaaa thank you so very much for reading tmdg and writing such a kind message! I'm happy you enjoyed it!! <3 and I'm immensely flattered to receive such praise!! :O to say it's like poetry,,, and to say you'd hire me to write fanfic full-time,,, uuwuwaaaa that's so sweet of you. ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I think one of my favorite things to do when writing fics is research so that I can add another layer to the plot (you may have to pry the octopus and moray eel biology facts out of my cold, dead hands; I love it too much. orz). I also like being able to incorporate real moray behavior into my Jade and Floyd stories because it adds a touch of marine realism to their actions. >w<

As for your question, I like to imagine he may have done so!! But then it's also fun to picture Jade hiding behind a tree and blushing so shyly while he's spying on you from afar because he is just an eel in love. 🥺 you can trust him. 🥺🥺🥺 he can do no wrong; he's just swept up in romantic bliss. Perhaps he didn't need to use invisibility magic at all, considering Reader was so blindly obsessed with Floyd and thus failed to notice Jade on numerous occasions. ;;;

#sweet messages

[sailorshadzter]

Hi, could I ask for a Jonsa The little Mermaid AU? I think it fits Jonsa really well considering the heroine is a beautiful girl with red hair who believes in the good of people despite being constantly hurt by the patriarchy. She also saves her dark-haired prince charming but he gets deceived by another princess (cough kind of like Dany?). Plus she likes to sing.

hi anon!

now that ive written this, idk why it took me so long to get to it! it was a lot of fun!! so if you happen to see that ive finally answered it & you enjoy it, let me know! or anyone for that matter, i might be inclined to write more jonsa & the little mermaid or more disney mashups in general!

anyways!

thanks for the submission!

send me prompts

The sunshine… So close, so far… 

She stretches her arm out, fingers reaching, grasping, her heart wishing. 

As she breaks through the surface of the rocky waves, she sees the typically blue sky is gray, the threat of a storm looming just overhead. Soon enough, she knows that even the bright sun will be covered with storm clouds and she will once more sink beneath the surface, the memory of its warmth all she has left.

A sigh escapes her as she swings her gaze elsewhere, surprised then to see the ship in the distance, one she recognizes for she’s seen it time and time before. A smile flickers across her lips and she dives back below, closing the distance between her and the ship, popping back up on the backside, to where she knows is a place she can pull herself up to the dock, out of sight of the humans on board.

 Lively music is playing and the human she knows is named Jon is dancing to the beat, laughing at something she’s not privy to. He’s dark haired, curls she knows when it’s loose from its tight bun, with dark eyes she wishes she might look into if given the chance. Across the ship, his great white beast eyes her as he always does, the only creature upon the ship to ever give her notice, but he’s quiet in his knowledge, almost as if he knows the truth that hides in her heart. She’s been watching this human and his ship for a long time now and though he doesn’t know of her existence, she wishes he could- she wishes he might smile at her and she at him. She wishes she might dance alongside him, perhaps even sing with him, as she does her sisters and her friends below the water. If only she might have legs of her own! 

The rain begins then, a clap of thunder rumbling in the distance. It’s been long enough that she’s gone now and she knows if she stays much longer, her father will notice her being gone, so she pushes off the dock and slips back beneath the water’s surface. However, as she swims back down, deeper, deeper, back to home, she senses danger. Something tells her to glance back up and sure enough, when she does, she sees something bright like the sun, but bigger. Closer. 

Her heartbeat quickening, she turns and swims back up the way she’s just come, breaking through the water only to feel an intense heat. Like that of the sun on her skin, only increased greatly, so strong it prickles her scalp and dries the water on her face as she looks up in horror at the sight before her. The ship she’s only just left is burning- she knows the word from a book she found once- and she doesn’t need to be a human to know this is dangerous for those aboard the ship. 

That’s when she sees the great white beast she’s come to know being thrown overboard, yelping as he goes. She sees him paddling his legs- he can swim, it seems. She turns back to the ship, watching as the mast begins to fall, breaking into pieces as it goes. To her shock, one catches the human, Jon, as it falls, knocking him into the water. He, unlike the beast, does not begin to swim nor paddle, but rather he’s sinking…

Gasping, she ducks beneath the surface of the choppy water, watching as he’s sinking lower, lower, surely to drown if he’s not pulled back up. You must never go near humans! Her father’s voice rings through her mind, making her hesitate, but she resolves herself, surging forward as she pushes away those thoughts. Her father would never understand. And she was not going to allow this human to die when she was right there.

And so, she slips an arm beneath his shoulders, pulling him up; he’s heavy, but she swims up, tail moving faster than it’s ever moved before. After what feels like an eternity, she breaks through to the surface, where like a cruel twist, the storm is already passing. A summer storm, come and gone, just like that. She swims towards the shoreline, which is quite far, but she does not stop until finally beneath her she can feel the sandy bottom of the ocean floor. With every muscle in her body, she manages to drag him ashore, just barely out of reach of the tide that will rush in at dawn. 

Catching her breath, she stares down at the face of the man she’s just saved; he’s even more handsome up close, she realizes, with a small scar across an eye. Behind her the sun is rising up and she hears the sound of a voice calling his name, closer and closer. But then… His eyes are opening, slowly he’s waking and she cannot bear to pull away. Not just yet. Her hand comes up, cradling his cheek as he shifts beneath her touch, leaning into it as if he craves it. As if he knows it. She can’t help but to sing softly, the lullaby she recalls her mother singing to her when she was still very small. 

As he opens his eyes, he’s greeted by what surely must be a dream.

He’s never seen a more beautiful face in all of his life; big, beautiful blue eyes stare down at him with concern, rosy lips curving with syllables of words he doesn’t know. She’s singing, he realizes, a melodic tone that reminds him of childhood safety. Her voice is as beautiful as her face, the loveliest of voices he’s ever heard, one which he longs to hear long after she’s gone. She must be an angel, he realizes, come to take him to the otherside, for there could be no one in this world as lovely as she was. 

But then he hears it, the barking of Ghost, the sound startling her. She’s turning away then, casting him not even a backwards glance as she disappears from his view. Groaning, he’s trying his best to sit up, to call out after her, but it isn’t until he hears Davos’ calling his name, until he feels his hands on his arms, helping him up, that he’s able to open his eyes and look around him. She was gone. “A girl… She saved me…” he’s mumbling as Davos hoists him onto his feet, grumbling about Jon’s antics being bad for his health. “She was singing! The most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard…” He’s going on, stumbling to the left, then to the right, as if any moment she would appear once more. Beyond the two men, Ghost has skidded into the water, as if he alone knows where the woman has gone.

“My lord, I think you’ve drunk too much seawater,” Davos replies, steadying him when he falls back, weakened by his close call with death. “Come, let's get you inside,”he goes on, slipping his arm around his shoulders to keep him on his feet as they turn to head back towards the palace that looms in the distance. “Come, Ghost!” He calls out and though the creature hesitates, she watches from where she’s hidden herself among the rocks as he finally does turn and chase after the humans. 

Something strange and new is building within her, something she’s never felt in all of her life. It’s warm and sweet, a longing feeling, but unlike her feeling of wishing to be among the humans. It felt different, somehow. She crawls further up the rock, to sit at the top, as the two humans disappear behind a gate, nearly out of sight now.

Somehow she knows, this wasn’t the end yet. 

She would be part of their world, like she’s always dreamed of.

#jonsa #jonsa au #little mermaid au #actuallyjonsa #jon x sansa #i wrote this #my writing #anon asks #anon prompts #send me prompts #ask box prompts

[book-place]

Family Dinner And Other Catastrophes

Warnings: mentions of killing and jail, little bit of kissing, (if your name is Carla then I apologize, you can change it to whatever :D)let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfam x batsis reader

Request: Could I request platonic batsis reader introducing her girlfriend to her family if it's alright I kinda need the confidence as that is exactly what I'll be doing in a few days at a family dinner

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You didn’t exactly know what to expect when you brought your girlfriend to meet your family for the first time

A/N: WOW I DID THAT FAST!! :D

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You rubbed your sweaty palms against your jeans, exhaling a shaky breath as you looked up at the looming door.

“Don’t look so nervous,” Clara teased, “It’s your home. I should be the one freaking out.”

You turn your head to give her a small and tentative smile.

The two of you had been going out for five months now, and Clara thought it was high time that she met your chaotic family (as you so graciously put it). She claimed it was only fair since you had already met her parents and little brother, all of whom adored you and vice versa.

Another sigh escaped you as you fully turned your body to face her, taking both her hands in yours and looking her dead in the eyes, admiring her beauty, “It’s not too late to back out, you know. Just say the word and we’re out of here. Gone. Zip. Bye-bye.” She only giggled a little in return, “Babe, my family is crazy- don’t get me wrong, I love them to death- but they’re crazy! Like a bunch of lunatics that escaped from Arkham! And did I mention the amount of them there are? I mean, if we weren’t all adopted you’d think that our parents were like rabbits for crying out loud! And don’t even get me started-“

Clara cut you off with a soft kiss on the lips, pulling away and an adoring smile, “I know, hon. You’ve told me time and time again.” Your eyes nervously glanced to the side, and she shook your hands- that were still grasped in hers- to get your attention, “But I'm sure they’re wonderful. And if not, they’re still your family. Which means if they’re important to you, then they’re important to me.”

Your jaw had dropped as you stared at her in awe, “What did I do to deserve such a divine creature like you?”

She giggled again, giving you another quick peck, “You were even more divine, that’s how.”

Then, without warning, the door opened and you both startled apart, but still keeping one hand gripped onto the other tightly.

Alfred’s loving face came into view as he stepped out from behind the door, “Good evening, Mistress Y/n. And you must be Mistress Carla Adams. My, I have heard so much about you.” His smile was so genuine and kind that it could make any person melt into a puddle.

Your cheeks tinted pink slightly at the last part as your girlfriend put a hand over her mouth to keep in the giggles.

“Thanks, Alfred.” You mumbled, and all he did was throw Carla a wink in return when you weren’t looking.

“Right this way, ma’ams.” He held out an arm as a welcoming in.

As soon as you stepped through the door, it was then your turn to chuckle. Clara was gaping at the vast room and high ceiling of the foyer that was covered from top to bottom in pictures of you and your siblings.

In some of them, you were all smiling pleasantly, but more often than not, you guys were making funny faces, goofing off, threatening to kill one another- normal family things.

Then you heard the noise.

It was like a mix between an annoying fire alarm and a stampede of elephants. The sound of your family.

Once again, you looked over at your beloved girlfriend, silently letting her know with your eyes that it was okay to back out still. But she just grinned, placing a quick peck on your cheek and following Alfred to the dining room.

As soon as you stepped into the room, you realized that your family truly lived up to what you said them to be, because it was complete and total chaos in there.

Stephanie was on top of the table doing a one armed handstand, happily chatting away with Cass who sat next to her with her legs crossed.

Duke was in a corner physically holding Damian and Jason apart, who by the looks of it were shouting profanities at each other once again.

Tim was sitting at the table, head propped up in his hand and mouth open as he drooled slightly, dead asleep. Beside him, Dick was trying to keep in his giggles as he drew a mustache and glasses on him with a sharpie.

A couple seats away, Bruce sat peacefully, taking a sip of his drink as if none of this were going on around him.

Alfred cleared his throat slightly, immediately halting all prior activities.

Tim’s head shot up and Dick scrambled to hide the marker. Damian and Jason quieted, and Duke was able to drop his hands to his side in relief. Steph dropped out of her handstand, landing with her legs crossed next to Cass.

Bruce stood up with a smile and rounded the table, immediately shaking Clara’s hand, “You must be Clara! It is so nice to finally meet you!”

She gave him a smile, “It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Wayne!” She greeted as if what she had just witnessed was completely normal.

He let out a deep laugh, “Please, call me Bruce.”

As your father went to sit back down in his seat, there was a moment of silence before Dick and Steph got up in sync, the ladder shoving the elder of the two back into his chair by pushing on the top of his head.

He let out a cry of pain, but the blond girl paid him no mind as she gave your girlfriend that award winning smile of hers, rushing up and throwing an arm over her shoulder, “Hey there, Carls! Can I call you Carls? I’m gonna call you Carls. How are you doing today? You doing swell? I hope so! I’m doing swell-“

You quickly cut her off, placing a hand over her mouth and pulling her back before she could scare off your girlfriend, but she just continued to talk as if your hand weren’t even there, only shutting up when Bruce sent her a little glare. She put her hands up in surrender and backed away, not before throwing the girl a wink, though.

Before any of your other siblings could be weird, you ushered her into the extra seat that was placed next to yours for that night and you both sat down.

Everyone quickly followed suit, the only sound besides scraping chairs was Damian quietly snickering at the markings on Tim’s face.

The silence stretched on as the food was served to all of you, and your siblings weren’t even bothering to hide the fact that they were all openly staring at Carla, who just smiled in return.

Then, right as the last plate was being set down, they all began to speak at once.

“How old are you?”

“Where did you two meet?”

“Have you ever stabbed anyone?”

“Damian!”

“TT, it was just a question.”

“Is blue your favorite color- wait, no! It’s orange, isn’t it?”

“So, ever been to jail?”

“Jason!”

“Jeez, I’m just asking.”

“I’m tired.”

“Quiet!” Bruces’s voice boomed with authority, cutting your siblings all side glares before turning apologetically to Carla, “Sorry about them.”

But all she did was laugh, “It’s fine, seriously, it’s hilarious, actually.”

Then everyone finally dug into their own plates.

Damain was the first to speak up once again, “Have you ever stabbed anyone?” He repeated, eyes slightly narrowed as he ‘lazily’ pointed his cutting knife towards her.

All she did was burst out into laughter again before turning towards you, “You’re right! They might be the same age, but he’s nothing like Nathan.” She referred to a past conversation the two of you had about your little brothers being very different from one another.

Before Damain could figure out if that was an insult or not, Cass spoke up, “Where did you two meet?”

You shyly ducked your head, opting to stare at your plate while your partner opted to stare lovingly at you, “We met at a coffee shop one afternoon. The barista mixed up our orders and Y/n marched up to me once she figured it out and was about to demand we switch, but then I smiled at her and she forgot how to speak.”

Your cheeks burned bright red as all around you your family began laughing, even Bruce and Alfred let out a couple chuckles.

She reached under the table and subtly intertwined your fingers and squeezed, all while using her fork with her other hand.

For the moment, they all seemed satisfied and split off into their own separate conversations, allowing just enough time for your girlfriend to lean over and whisper, “From the way you were making a big deal out of tonight, I thought you hadn’t come out yet or something.”

This got a snort out of you, “Believe me,” you snickered, “There isn’t a straight person at this table.”

Before either of you could speak again, a banging sound bounced off the walls, causing all your heads to whip in the direction of the noise.

Your eyes all landed on Tim just seconds before his head bounced back off of the table and he winced, clearly having fallen asleep again.

Bruce shook his head in disappointment, “Tim, we’ve talked about this.”

Everyone around them laughed.

And that was how the rest of the night went, laughing and smiling. Slowly, as time passed, you allowed yourself to relax more and more, and actually enjoy your time with your girlfriend and family.

Before you knew it, it was time for you to drop Carla off back at home.

Everyone had said their own goodbyes to her, making her promise to come by the manor as often as she wanted, before allowing you to lead her out the front door.

Just before it closed behind you two, a shout sounded throughout the home.

“Who drew on my face?!”

You closed the door behind you with a laugh and turned once again to face Carla, who was now smiling softly.

“See?” She asked gently, “There was nothing to worry about.”

You smiled back, “You’re right. I don’t know why I was worrying, though, cause you’re so perfect that you can make any situation go well.”

She just kissed you in return and you couldn’t help but allow your smile to widen against her lips.

It really was a good night.

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker

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[violetduchess]

Thanks for the headcanon about obey me in mermaid au but what about Luke, Simeon, Solomon, Raphael, thirteen and metamorphosis role in mermaid au

I'm so very glad you asked anon. 😏 (I'm not familiar with the new members, but I'll try my best.) Continuation of <this>

In this AU, the characters from Obey Me! are all mermaids living in an underwater world filled with magic and wonder.

1. Simeon is a graceful and elegant mermaid, known for his kind and gentle nature. He spends his days tending to his garden of seaweed and sea flowers, and he often shares his harvest with his friends and neighbors.

2. Solomon is a powerful sorcerer and merman, feared and respected by many. He uses his magic to protect his home and those he cares about, but he also enjoys experimenting with new spells and potions in his underwater laboratory.

3. Luke is a curious and adventurous merboy, always eager to explore new parts of the ocean and discover new creatures. He has a special bond with the sea turtles and often swims with them, marveling at their grace and wisdom.

4. Mephistopheles is a mischievous and playful merman, known for his love of pranks and practical jokes. He is often seen riding on the backs of dolphins and sea lions, laughing and causing mayhem wherever he goes.

5. Thirteen is a beautiful and mysterious mermaid, with long flowing hair and a mesmerizing voice. She spends much of her time singing and playing her harp, enchanting all who hear her music.

Together, the mermaids and mermen of the Devildom create a vibrant and diverse underwater community, filled with magic, wonder, and adventure.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

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[hockeyboysimagines]

Matthew and Hallie please for 6. “Now that I think about it. That was kind of hot” 😁😁😘😘

Anon, I think I’m in love with you. Thanks for this and thanks for being the first request!! I hope you enjoy this.

Matthew Tkachuk was a lot of things. Hot, kind, an excellent hockey player, the list could go on and on. But one thing he was more than literally anything else was INSANELY jealous.

And it didn’t take much to spark it.

In the beginning of his relationship with Hallie, he was jealous for absolutely no reason. And being as she wasn’t his girlfriend, he couldn’t do a single thing about it. Which is why he spent so much time pestering her, and taking up all her free time so she couldn’t meet any guys.

It was wrong and selfish of him, and sometimes he wondered if maybe that had ultimately forced her into being with him.

And then she would smile at him and he could see how much she loved him and he felt better, but it never lasted. He’d never considered himself and insecure person but he realized he actually didn’t know anything about himself.

During the peak of their relationship his jealousy was the worst it had ever been. He lived in constant fear and paranoia that someone, somewhere was going to come in, charm her and take her away and he’d be back to old Matthew, broken hearted over a girl like he said he never would be. And not just any girl. But THE girl.

And it didn’t matter who it was. The waiter at the restaurant, who was a little too friendly when taking her drink order. Had he not been a public figure he might have drowned him in that water.

The bartender. He didn’t miss the way he slid the drink across and didn’t charge her. Even the mailman had gotten under his skin, conveniently always catching Hallie at the mailbox of their shared apartment and chatting her up for 10 minutes. It would have been a shame if he “disappeared” on his mail route.

She could see it every time, the jealousy pouring out of his ears. She was gracious about it always, reassuring him that there was nothing to worry about. He felt dumb, but he was thankful she was so understanding.

He supposed he should feel more secure, knowing that they now had 2 children together, but if anything he felt even worse because now, not only was she the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, but even worse-

She was a MILF.

And sure he loved it, but so did everyone else and that was the problem. There was nothing hotter than a hot mom.

Living in Florida meant that his own personal “hot mom” spent a lot of time on the beach and in a bikini. He could see guys staring at her as she ran across the beach playing with Thomas, and he knew what they were thinking because of what he himself was thinking.

He was sitting next to Sam at the bar watching her waiting for her drink.

“From where I’m sitting you look like a stalker.”

“Good thing no one asked you what I looked like.”

“You need to get a grip dude.” Benny said chuckling “If Hallie wanted to leave you, she wouldn’t pick some random douche on the beach. She’d leave for someone smart, handsome and successful. Like myself.” He stroked his beard and smiled.

Matthew frowned at him “I don’t think you’d get too far once she looked at your face.”

“See? There’s the Chucky I know. Stop worrying. You gotta lighten up. For some reason I can never understand, Hallie seems to really love you.”

Matthew rolled his eyes and snorted “Yeah imagine that.”

Same looked up in thought for a minute and smiled “I can’t.”

“Shut up you dick.” But he was laughing. Sam always knew how to lighten the mood and make him laugh. But it faded out pretty quickly as a guy came to stand next to her and gave her a smile, looking like he wanted to rub the beer bottle in his hand all over Hallie’s exposed skin.

“Chucky no-!” Sam made to grab at him, but missed and nearly tipped his stool over as Matthew bolted from his spot.

Hallie felt him coming and instinctively moved over to block him as he crossed the floor of bar in long strides.

“So can I buy-“ the guy began to speak and then his attention averted from her to somewhere over her shoulder, expression going from confused to surprised.

“Yo Matthew Tkachuk! No way bro.” He pulled his sunglasses down and grinned “Your my favorite player. Man I remember watching you fight Justin Holl on leafs. You pounded that guy!”

“Oh shit yeah, you wanna see me do it again?” He said eyebrows furrowed, expression mocking the guys.

Hallie pursed her lips and bit back a laugh as the guys face registered confusion and then understanding as he glanced between them.

“Oh is this-you guys are oh. Oh okay.” He chuckled sheepishly and nodded “Well sorry about that, my bad. Enjoy your evening, Go cats!” He held up a fist and turned, making his way through the crowd.

He glanced at Hallie who had faced him now and was giving him a small smile with her eyebrows raised.

“Sorry, I’m an idiot I know. That was dumb-“

“It was. Are you ever going to realize that I’m not leaving you for anyone?”

“I hope so. You aren’t mad at me are you?”

“No Matty I’m not. Now that I think about it, that was kind of hot.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. He was surprised, expecting her to chew him out like she usually did, but wasn’t complaining.

“You do? I mean of course you do.”

“How about you take me home?” She said pressing a kiss to the side of his neck “I’ll show you how hot I think it was.”

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