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Triple Threat. (Keegan, König, & Ghost X Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected p in v sex, double penetration, Sex Pollen, drugs, death, violence, poorly translated German, (sorry if I missed any.)

It’s been a long day.

You’ve been walking for miles behind the trio of masked men. You aren’t even sure why you were sent on this mission, considering the three men in front of you were the strongest. Physically and Mentally. They’re all skilled, more skilled than you’ll ever be. But you obey orders and even though you’re pointless to be here, you’re still enjoying yourself. König thought you’d be useful, you can’t argue there.

You’re lagging behind a bit, listening to everything going on. You’ve got a clear idea of how this mission is supposed to go. Capture the target, see what he knows, leave no survivors.

After a couple bomb threats from this person with the target of the base you all stayed on, you had no choice but to do this. You were getting too close to his operation and he was getting desperate. Which means whatever he has going on, is not good. You’d been walking a few miles, it’s where you were dropped off. You were closing in on the building he was in. It was all dense jungle around it. Nowhere to run.

As you approached the building, you noticed quite a few men outside. They were loading up a truck with crates of something. None of you had any kind of idea what it could be. “Keegan and Ghost, you two go ahead. You’re the quietest.” You nod. They give you nods of their own before splitting off into their own directions. “I’m going to go around, see if I can’t get a clear shot of some on the other side.” You mumble to König. He tilts his head. “Be safe, schatz.” You smile, “always.”

You make your way around, not having any idea of what awaits you ahead.

König watches through his scope, not sure why he’s out here when he did better with close combat, but nevertheless he kept quiet and stayed hidden. He watched Ghost and Keegan zero in.

“Y/N, how’s it looking?” He says into his radio.

He receives nothing but silence.

“Y/N? Do you copy?”

After another few minutes of silence, he begins to panic.

“Y/N isn’t responding, she circled around to get a better view, verrücktes Mädchen.” He mumbles the rest as he releases the button on his radio. “Shit. We have to get inside.” Ghost calls back.

“Keegan, do you copy?”

Ghost calls.

Goosebumps rise on his skin when he gets nothing in return. He’s breathing hard, resting up against a door. “Keegan?” He asks again. He sighs. “König. Keegan isn’t answering either.”

He takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He’s surprised when König doesn’t call back.

“König?”

Silence.

“God damnit.“ he breathes, taken by surprise when a dart is being shot into his neck. “What the f-“

That’s the last he remembers.

Slowly, one by one, they’re waking up. They’re on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs. They’ve killed most of the threats, but there’s still one. “Rise and shine.” He smiles. Their vision is blurry but they can hear you whimpering. When they fully register what’s going on, they start to panic. You’re strapped to a chair, fully naked. You’ve got a cloth tied around your mouth. “What the fuck is going on?” Keegan yells. “Ah, so you can talk.” The man smiles. He’s breathing hard, fighting against his restraints. He runs a knife over your chest and you close your eyes tightly, breathing heavily. “Deep breaths darling. Yeah, that’s it.” He chuckles.

König’s eyes darken. He wants to rip this man’s head off for touching you.

“Your precious girl here is infected now. Well… all of you are.” He chuckles. “This little dart here. Holds 1 Milliliter of the sweetest drug you can get your hands on.” He holds up the little dart. “I prescribe about 1/4 of that for my very special clients. You’re all infected with enough of this to kill a horse.” He laughs. “What the hell is it?” Ghost seethes. “Oh? You don’t know?” He smirks. “It’s a sex drug. A bit like the over the counter ones you can buy, but on steroids. When you take a little bit, you get aroused, you produce pheromones that attract people, makes sex intense. But when you take in more than the recommended amount..” he clicks his tongue.

“Heart rate picks up. Blood pressure rises. Keeps rising and rising until it bottoms out. You’ll either die of a heart attack or your heart will just give out.” He laughs. “So.. your girl here. She was infected first. Which means she’s going to die first, and you’re all going to watch her squirm. She’s going to beg for relief, beg for anything you’ll give her. But you’re stuck.” He laughs. “The only way she’ll feel better is if she gets fucked enough.” He laughs. He sits down in a chair, writing something down. “Ich werde dich töten.” König seethes. Looking up at him through his mask. “What was that big guy? Hm?” He laughs. He stands up once more. “You know what, I’ve got an idea. How about we get rid of the ridiculous costumes, show your real faces!” He claps his hands together. He starts with König, pulling off his hood. He glares up at him. Next was Ghost, he tugs his balaclava off. Ghost sends him a death stare. Next was Keegan, who had a smile on his face. “What are you smiling at?” He crouches down. “Just think your head is going to look perfect on a stick.” He spits in his face. He growls. “Whatever. Pay close attention to your little girlfriend, she’s going to start begging soon enough.” He mumbles. “She’s actually really sexy, might give her a go before her heart explodes.” He grips his dick through his jeans and that’s when König tugs at the ropes, feeling them start to give away. You whimper out, shifting in your chair. “Yeah, there we go.” He chuckles, sitting back down. He goes back to writing something down, and you squirming on the chair doesn’t help the situation at all. You’re rubbing your thighs together, raising your hips. You’re rutting them down into the chair for any sort of relief. As the time goes on, the worse it gets. Pretty soon, all three men are trying to ignore the tightening in their pants, shifting uncomfortably, trying hard to get out of their restraints.

“Awe. Look at you.” The man smiles. “Soaking the chair.” He chuckles. He runs his fingertips up your thigh and you flinch. “Stop.” Ghost growls. “Nah, I think it’s time I take her for a test drive.” He smiles. König rips through the ropes, the man freezes when he hears the click of a gun.

“Turn around.” He growls. “Woah… take it easy big guy. I was only joking.”

“Ich habe einen Witz für dich.” He smiles. “What?” He asks. Just then, König pulls the trigger. He hits the man right between the eyes. He falls backward, blood pouring from his head. König cuts the ropes off of Ghost and motions for him to free Keegan. König rushes to get to you. “You okay?” He asks. “No-“ you shiver. He kneels down, freeing you from the chair. “I know, it’s hard. But you have to fight it.” Ghost mumbles. “Are you hurt? Did he touch you?” He asks. You shake your head. “No.” You grit your teeth. “Where are your clothes?”

“I don’t know, it’s too hot anyways.” You pant. Your skin is hot to the touch. Keegan stands behind you, brushing your hair away from you to look at you. You’re completely clear aside from a tiny puncture mark from the dart. “The… the only way-“ you grit your teeth, closing your eyes. “The only way is to have sex, I can feel my heart beating out of my chest.” You whine. “I feel it too.” Keegan mutters. Ghost looks down. Agreeing silently. König nods his head. “So what do we do?” Keegan asks.

“We do what we have to.” Ghost mumbles. You nod your head.

The more aroused the three men get, the better they seem to smell. They’re attracting you so much. You bend over, crying out. “You okay?” Keegan kneels by you. “Can’t take it anymore.” You look up at him. Tears streaming from your eyes. “Cmon.” He mumbles, sliding his arm under the bend of your knees and your back. He lifts you up. “We’ve got to find a room or something. If we’re going to do this we have to start now.” Keegan mumbles. They nod. They quickly move through the building, Ghost first, König next, and than Keegan with you. They move in a line, just in case there’s more men they don’t know about. You whine into Keegan’s shoulder. Propping yourself up onto him. “Y/N- what are you doing?” He mumbles. “Need it- need it so bad Keegan.” You mewl. You grip onto him, wiggling out of his grasp so that you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist. You attack his neck with your teeth, grinding your hips into him.

“Shit- Y/N. We’re almost there. You have to stop-“ he grits his teeth, Ghost and König glance back at you, seeing you attacking Keegan. Your desperation has them aching.

“In here.” Ghost holds open the door, locking it behind you and propping a chair up on it just in case. It’s a bedroom, at last. “Ah- you’ve got to let go sweetheart.” Keegan groans. “No, please. I need it. Need it so bad.” You whine. Grinding your hips into him more. “I know, we’re going to help you. Just… for one second baby.” He breathes. You let go of him and he lowers you onto the bed. “Fuck..” he growls. Noticing the way you’ve soaked the front of him. The three men are standing at the edge of the bed, staring down at you. Like you’re the finest meal they’ve ever laid their eyes on. Keegan is first to break, reaching for his belt. Your pupils are blown out as you watch his hands move to unbuckle it. The other two follow his movements. You bite your lip, body shivering at the thought of what’s about to happen. You can’t help yourself, reaching between your legs to stimulate the sensitive nub that awaits any kind of relief it can get. A mewl leaves your lips and you tilt your head back. “She’s going to have to get used to me, I’ll go last.” König nods. They all silently agree. He’s right, he’s the biggest of the three. After admiring the way you touch yourself, they can’t anymore.

Keegan reaches out, grasping your hips and pulling you to the edge of the bed. “Poor girl. Just soaking..” he breathes. He rubs the tip of his cock over your aching hole, a whine leaving your lips as you raise your hips into him. He moves his hips forward, the tip of his cock pushing through your wet folds. You want to cry when he fills you up. The relief you feel is incredible. You can feel more tears welling up in your eyes as he starts to thrust himself inside of you.

The squelch from your wet pussy is the only thing they can hear besides your whines. You squirm around, the way he feels is almost too much. “Ah- you’re gripping me so tight.” He breathes. “Hold on.” Ghost mumbles. He lifts you up off of the bed, apologizing at the loss you feel from Keegan exiting you. You straddle him. “You wet enough from her?” He asks. Keegan nods his head. “Y-yeah. Fuck.” He groans. He’s never done anything like this before, nothing like he’s about to do. Ghost lines his cock up with your pussy, and you sink down onto him with a gasp. Clutching his shoulders. “There you go, now relax for Keegan alright?” You nod your head. You feel Keegan’s tip aligning with your ass. You’d be worried. If it weren’t for the drug, you’d be modest and shy away from what they’re doing. But as he fills your ass to the hilt with ease, the fullness you feel. You can’t even think straight anymore.

The pleasure you feel from them has you on cloud 9. Vision blurring, you can barely make a sound. Your lips are parted, eyes are blown wide as they start to move into you. A chuckle leaves Ghosts lips at your reaction to them.

“She’s feeling good.” He laughs. “Think so.” Keegan chuckles. You rest your head on Ghosts shoulder, turning to look at König. He’s pumping his cock quickly, he’s desperate too. You reach your hand out for him. He moves closer and you take him into your hand, pumping his cock. He gasps out, head tilting back. You can see them, all of them. More than just the color of their eyes. You can see their sharp jawlines, the small scars decorating their faces. You can see the curves of their lips, their stubble that needs to be shaved. You can see and feel all of them, and it’s too much. Your first orgasm is coming fast. Your thighs are shaking, your cheeks are flushed from the warmth moving through you. “I.. I’m so close.” You whimper. Your hand tightens around König and he hisses slightly. “Fuck.” He groans. You clutch Ghost hard with your other hand. “I-“ you freeze up. Body going rigid as you reach your first orgasm. You cry out, soaking Ghost’s thighs with your arousal. “Oh fuck.” He breathes, looking down. “Look at the mess you’ve made of me.” He chuckles. “Ah fuck- I’m gonna cum too!” Keegan pants. He grips your hips hard. Thrusting into you harder. He’s chasing after his high, using you to reach it.

He’s panting hard, moans getting more unsteady by the second. “Oh fuck!” He growls, teeth gritted as he cums. His thrusts are sharp and bruising as he rides out his high, stuttering to a stop against you. You feel full of him, turning to look at him. He grips your throat, kissing you hard as he slides himself from your ass. “Fuck-“ he breathes. He steps away from you for a second.

“I think she’s ready for you, König.” Ghost nods. Keegan takes a deep breath, relaxing back into a chair. “Does it feel like it’s worn off?” Ghost asks him. He nods his head. “Yeah. I think it’s only got her so worked up because she’s smaller than us.” He nods. “Probably, never thought about it like that.” You’re rocking your hips into him, desperate for more. “I’ll go make sure the rest is all clear.” Keegan finishes getting dressed. König replaces the chair on the door behind him before making his way back to you. Ghost slides you off of him and you mewl at the emptiness you feel. He chuckles at this, “Relax, just for a second darling.”

“Go to König.” He breathes. You nod your head, König lifts you up into him, swapping places with Ghost. He sits down, lining his cock up with your entrance. “I’m really big sweetheart, so don’t get too eager.” He breathes. “Schau mich an.” He raises your chin and you look him in the eyes. “Keep looking at me.” He presses his forehead to yours. You slowly sink down onto him, thighs shaking slightly. He’s big. You moan out, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you. Once he’s bottoming out in you, you can barely hold yourself up. Ghost has his cock nestled into your ass, like Keegan had. He was already so close. When they start thrusting, you can’t keep quiet. It’s so much, and König adds to it. Circling your clit gently. Sucking your nipples into his mouth. You being stimulated is what helps the l drug wear off. He’d do what he had to.

Ghost has a tight grip on your hips, his thrusts are getting sloppy. He hisses, feeling you tighten slightly around him. He’s right on the edge. He tilts your head back, tugging slightly on your hair. König has one of your nipples between his lips, sucking gently as he rubs your clit. Ghost kisses you hard, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. It’s by far the best he’s ever had. His body jerks hard as he finishes inside of your ass, pulling away from you completely. You moan at the loss of him, turning to look at him. “I’m going to go help Keegan.” He mumbles. He’s readjusting his cargo pants, buckling his belt. “Be safe.” You whimper. He nods. When he leaves this time, neither you or König are worried about the chair in front of the door. He lifts you up, turning around so that he can lay you on the bed. Smiling when you refuse to let go of him. “Relax, Ich gehe nirgendwohin.” He pushes your hips down into the bed, and looks at you. He’s not sure you’re ready for the force he’s about to use on you, but as desperate as you seem to be, he doesn’t think you’ll mind.

He starts at a fast pace, fucking into you hard. It only takes a few seconds and you’re nearly crying from how rough he is with you. His cock is big and you’ve never taken anything like the three of them ever before. You’ve got a death grip on the blankets beneath you, and you can’t stay quiet. He releases one hand, using it to rub circles into your sensitive nub once more, and that’s when you lose it. You’re sobbing when you finally cum again, raising your hips into him and flinching away from him when he continues his fast pace. “Doing so good for me. So ein gutes Mädchen.” He pants. He leans down to kiss you once more, his high is approaching too. The stimulation he feels is intense, you’re wrapped so tight around him, he just can’t take it anymore.

“Oh yes… yes so close.” He grips your hips hard as he slips over the edge, hips hammering into yours as he cums. You’re sure there will be bruises all over you. “Verdammt, so gut.” He cries. His thrusts halt, and he realizes he’s just filled you up with his cum. He sighs. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He breathes. You look up at him. Eyes feeling heavy as the arousal finally begins to wear off. You send him a lazy smile. “Don’t be.” You breathe. He slides out of you, groaning as he does so. He takes a second, panting. He’s trying to catch his breath.

He helps you get cleaned up, making sure to clean your skin if the mix of arousal between the four of you.

He wraps you up in a clean blanket. Lifting you up and carrying you back into the room this had all begun. He’s looking around for your clothes but can’t seem to find them. “It’s all clear.” Keegan nods. König nods his head. He places you down in a chair for a moment, picking up his hood and returning it to cover his face. Ghost and Keegan doing the same. “I can’t find her clothes.” König sighs. “I’ve got them.” Keegan nods. He passes them to König and he thanks him. He unwraps the blanket you’re in, helping you get dressed. You’re exhausted and weak, eyes getting heavy as he helps you. “I’ve got a sample of the drug and some paperwork. That’s all we needed right?” Ghost asks. König nods his head. “Yes. All in all this was a successful mission.” He nods. “Jedoch, this stays between us.” He laughs. Ghost and Keegan can’t help but laugh, even you have a tired smile on your lips. “Yes sir.” Keegan laughs.

König ties your boots, and returns the blanket around you, lifting you up with ease. That was one good thing about the massive man, he was strong. “Let’s get to exfil. We all need to be checked out.” Ghost says. Everyone nods in agreement. You’ve finally fallen asleep and König can’t help but smile.

This was going to be a day to remember.

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Coup d'etat

Rated: E

Words: 999

Tags: Mafia AU; dark Eddie Munson; intrigue; blood and violence; bondage; nudity; explicit sexual content; consensual non-con

“Nice pool,” Eddie drawls, walking back from the patio into the house. “Could’ve made a bit more of an effort to clean it. I said to leave the place as you’d like to find it, Dick.”

Richard Harrington’s eyes scream bloody murder, but he doesn’t dare speak. Jeff and Frank have him flanked on either side, guns ready in their holsters, and Gareth is manning the door. Just a precaution. Harrington has been in the business for long enough to know he has lost. All of his most loyal henchmen are dead or on the run, and the more fickle ones have joined Eddie’s side.

“Aw, don’t pout.” Eddie pats the man's cheek jovially. “This is just how it works. Survival of the fittest and all that. Now, I believe that concludes our little tour of the house? Or am I forgetting something?”

Harrington’s face twitches. Jeff laughs and rolls his eyes.

“The bedroom, Eddie?”

“Ah, of course!” Eddie snaps his fingers, like he only just remembered. “Shall we, gentlemen?”

A giant bed dominates the far wall of the master bedroom. On the mattress, wrists tied to the headboard, is a boy. The soft, muted light glows off his naked skin.

“Ah,” Eddie mutters. “That’s what I’m talking about. Turns out you can follow directions.”

Harrington says nothing. The boy, who stopped tearing at his restraints when he heard the door open, stares at him with wide, panicked eyes.

“Dad? What- … Who are those people?”

Eddie coos. With a few long strides, he’s at the bed, sinking down onto the mattress. One of his hands finds the boy’s bare ankle, sliding up his leg to a firm, freckled thigh.

“Aw, darling. He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what? Leave me alone, perv!”

The boy tries to shy away from his touch, but he doesn’t get far, bound in place as he is. Eddie chuckles.

“Shhh, honey,” he scolds, cradling that pretty face with both hands. “It's okay. The name's Eddie, I work for your dad. Well, worked.”

The boy blinks at him, hazel eyes large and confused. Eddie laughs softly.

“See, the firm’s under new management. My management, to be more specific. I’m trying to keep it minimum bloodshed, so your old man’s gonna make himself scarce and I’ve agreed not to bother him. In return, I get to keep this fine house … and everything in it.”

Understanding dawns in those pretty eyes.

“No! Don't- don't touch me. Stay away from me.”

Eddie makes a soft shushing sound and wipes the first tears away as they spill over.

“Oh no, sweet thing. It’ll be alright, I promise. I’ll take such good care of- wait a sec.”

Because one of his hands has just slipped up to the boy's temple, fingers carding through thick, chestnut hair - only to come away red and sticky. The boy flinches, but Eddie grabs his jaw, holding him in place so that he can comb his hair aside. There’s a large, bleeding bruise on his temple. For a moment, the only sound in the room is that of the boy's hitched breathing.

“Dick?” Eddie growls. “Explain this?”

“He fought back,” Harrington mutters defiantly. “What was I supposed-”

Eddie has him up against the wall, gun to his throat, before he can finish the sentence.

“Are you kidding me? Trying to slip me damaged goods? I should fucking kill you, you son of a-”

“Eddie,” Frank mutters. “C'mon, man.”

Eddie blinks.

“Right,” he says. “Get him out of my sight.”

Relief washes over Harrington’s face as the gun disappears from his throat - only to be replaced by incredulous horror a second later, when Eddie holds out his hand before his face, palm up.

“Go on, Dick. It's traditional, right? A sign of respect.”

Harrington growls. His hands curl into fists. Eddie smirks, raising an expectant eyebrow. Then, quickly, as if the touch will burn him, Harrington bows his head and kisses Eddie’s rings.

“Not so hard, was it?” Eddie calls after him as he is escorted out. The door clicks shut.

Eddie's smile slips.

“Shit, Stevie,” he breathes. He's back on the bed in an instant, tilting the boy's head with gentle fingers to look at the injury. “What'd you go and do that for? I told you not to fight.”

“And I told you it had to look convincing,” Steve retaliates. “Was I just supposed to let them tie me up and tear off my clothes and thank them for it?”

Eddie's mouth twists into a grin.

“We both know that's how you like it, honey.”

He leans in, claiming those plush lips for a long, filthy kiss. Steve puts up a brief symbolic struggle, but Eddie growls warningly and slips a hand between his legs, and his protests turn into the sweetest little moans. Eddie only allows them to part once they're both out of breath and Steve is starting to buck and grind in his hold.

“Everything went well, then?” Steve asks. His voice is hoarse and raspy, and he needs to stop halfway through for another moan. “The- … the security codes all worked?”

“Flawlessly, you sly little minx,” Eddie murmurs. He bites down on the perfect stretch of that long throat, rolls Steve’s balls in his hand, and delights in the full-body shiver it gets him. “That old asshole didn’t know what hit him.”

Steve lets out a breathy laugh, rolling his hips to meet Eddie’s touch.

“Good. Now untie me, so we can celebrate.”

“Oh?” Eddie smirks, crawling further down and leaving a trail of biting kisses all over the soft skin of Steve’s chest and stomach. “But I am celebrating already.”

Steve groans. “Eddie, c’mon!”

“Ah-ah-ah, Stevie. There’s people out there who think I’m gonna ravage you tonight,” Eddie tuts, grabbing the boy’s twitching hips and blowing a warm stream of air on that pretty, flushed cock. Steve fucking mewls. The sound is like the sweetest music. “Be a good boy now. Gotta make it convincing, no?”

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The Demon With A Heart

[Crowley x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When Crowley saves your life, you can't help but think it was a little more than self-interest.

WC: 1858

Category: 99.9% Sexual Tension (lmfao), 0.01% Fluff + Angst? {TW: Mentions of Demons (obvi), Murder}

Crowley is too iconic not to have fics. I said what I said.

『••✎••』

You didn’t know how to react. It was as if your tongue was taken away, and you couldn’t talk, no matter how much you wanted to thank the man.

No, the demon.

You stood there with wide eyes, staring at the King of Hell, Crowley. He looked the same as before: a clean suit, a snarky comment, and a look of disgust on his face. But, instead of being on the opposite side, he was wiping the blood off of the angel blade he used to kill the angel that jumped you.

He just saved you—The King of Hell.

The very man who told Sam and Dean countless times that he doesn't do anything for free and doesn’t help people without getting something out of it. Yet, here he was, standing in front of you, not asking for a single thing.

The thought was a bit unsettling.

"Purely out of self-interest, darling," He says, breaking the silence and putting the stolen blade into his jacket. "Call it a favor that I plan to collect in the future."

He was about to leave, but you couldn’t let him go. Not without a thank you, at least. You didn't want him to think you didn’t appreciate what he did.

"Crowley."

The man turns back around, his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

"Thank you."

The corner of his mouth turned upward, forming a small smirk. He didn’t say anything but rather kept his eyes on you for a second longer. He then disappeared, leaving you in the dark.

And it did leave you in the dark. For days, weeks, months. He never came for that favor, and he never brought up what happened. In fact, he barely talked to you at all. It was always towards the Winchesters.

You began to believe it was nothing but a dream. That Crowley somehow didn't save you. The angel was a fake, and this was all some sick joke. It felt like gaslighting.

But you knew what happened was real. You remembered the blood splatter and the dead corpse. The way his face contorted when he pierced the angel's heart.

It was all too real.

So, why was he ignoring you? Why did he pretend that it never happened? Was he going to hold it over your head? Or was it just the fact that the King of Hell did something nice for a human?

Was it because he… cared?

One night, you got your answer. It was a quiet night filled with books, tea, and soft music. At least, it was before those idiotic brothers decided to tear down the bunker in search of some book.

You couldn’t remember the exact reason they needed it, but you were too tired to argue. So, you stayed in your room and tried to fall asleep.

That is until the lights went out and the emergency lights kicked on. Okay, now you were annoyed. You got up, slipped on your shoes and a coat, and walked out of your room.

"Alright, what did you two-"

You paused mid-sentence, eyes falling onto the figure in the library. The man was facing the opposite way, but you knew exactly who it was. The familiar black suit and hair gave it away.

"Crowley…"

"Hello, Darling,” he replied, turning around and smiling at you. It was almost unnerving. He didn’t have a malicious aura or even an evil one. Just... a smile.

You looked behind him and noticed… well, nothing. You were expecting the Winchesters to be with him, and yet, it was just him.

"Where are the boys?"

"Moose and Squirrel? Ah, they're off somewhere, doing... well, you know. Something heroic, I suppose. Figured I’d stick around… enjoy the scenery."

That’s when you looked up and understood what he meant. He was stuck, quite literally. Those devil traps they put everywhere finally did something good.

You half-expected him to bring up that 'favor' he was talking about or maybe even just demand to get out of there, but he did neither. Instead, he looked at the ground and sighed.

At the moment, the King of Hell looked just like a caged puppy, sad and alone. If he wasn’t such a… demon, you might have even felt bad for him.

But, you left him in there, strolling along to the kitchen to find some kind of light. You were not giving up your two hours of reading due to power loss.

As you shuffled through the cabinets, looking for any form of match or lighter, the lights flickered back on.

So that’s where the Winchesters were.

You shrugged and turned back to your room but stopped at the entrance to the library. Crowley was still there, but this time, his face was twisted. He was clearly pissed.

"Why did you do it?" The burning question you wanted answered for months finally came out. Crowley stopped his little fit and turned towards you, a confused expression on his face.

He looked like he had no idea what you were talking about.

"I do a lot of things, Chipmunk. You'll have to be more specific."

You walked towards him, resting down the candles and book on a nearby table. You didn’t know why, but the need to confront him was growing.

"Save me all those months ago."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You were getting closer, now only a few feet from him. Crowley, however, didn’t back away. Instead, he watched as you moved, his expression unchanging.

"That angel could’ve killed me, yet you came out of nowhere and stabbed him. I know you don't do anything out of kindness, so why did you do it? What do I offer that no one else does?"

Crowley stayed silent for a while, not giving any indication of answering your questions.

You thought it was just a lost cause until his expression changed. It was subtle, but you caught it. The corner of his mouth turned down, and his eyes widened, then narrowed.

He almost looked ashamed.

"It's just like I said. Self-interest." He spat out, his voice sounding like venom. You almost took a step back. It still sounded like the same old Crowley, but his tone was different.

You decided to call his bluff.

"I don't believe you."

Crowley raised an eyebrow, a smirk coming across his face. He was amused by the sudden attitude, but it didn’t last long.

"And what makes you say that?"

"I saw the way you looked at me after you saved me. Hesitancy, almost. Like you were unsure. As if..."

The King of Hell stared at you, waiting for the last part of your statement. He was eager but not for the answer. No, he knew what you were going to say.

He was just waiting to hear it come out of your mouth.

"You care."

Those words hung in the air, both of you processing it. Crowley continued to stare at you, the smirk disappearing, leaving his face neutral. He had a blank expression.

A silence grew, the atmosphere turning awkward. It wasn't until the demon let out a loud sigh and looked to the side that it was broken.

"You’re really pulling on the heartstrings, Chipmunk,” he muttered, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "If I had one, I'd say it was aching."

"Do you?"

You knew what you were implying. Crowley was the King of Hell, the ruler of the damned. He was the furthest thing from human, yet he could walk among them and, sometimes, be mistaken for one.

Was it possible for him to be human or even have emotions?

Crowley looked at you and frowned, clearly not liking the topic. But he didn't deny it. It was a strange sight—the King of Hell, frowning and silent.

It was almost adorable.

"I'm not asking for anything. I just… want an honest answer."

"Well, I am a demon, love,” He stated, his tone changing to a more playful one. “Honesty isn’t quite in the job description."

"Crowley."

You were starting to get impatient, and it showed. Your voice was firm, and your posture was tense. You wanted an answer, and you were determined to get it.

The demon in question let out another sigh and looked at the ceiling as if praying for a quick escape.

"You're a pain, you know that? It's exhausting." He grumbled, rolling his eyes. "But, I suppose, since you asked nicely..."

The man looked at you, his lips pursed. He was still hesitating, which only made you more curious.

"Yes, I care. About you. Happy?"

You blinked a few times, processing the information. Did the King of Hell, the person known for not giving a shit, just admit he cares?

"I-" You started, not knowing what to say. It was a surprise but not an unwelcome one. Crowley wasn't exactly a bad guy, well, a demon.

"Do you actually mean that?"

"Now that…" Crowley started, his voice low and deep. He leaned towards you, making you back up, but the wall soon prevented you from going any further.

He was inches away, his breath hitting your face. You could see his eyes staring into yours—a pretty brown, like a mocha latte.

"…Is the kind of question that will get you in trouble, love."

You weren’t sure what he was planning, but you didn't care. The way his eyes were looking at you, the smirk on his face, the closeness...

He was probably expecting you to back away, but he was wrong. You were an avid reader, obsessive even. This scene wasn't new, nor was it shocking.

The only shocking part was the fact that you were the one in it. And, well, the fact that you didn’t mind it.

"Unlike you,” you whispered, a small smirk on your face. "I don’t care."

Your response made him pause for a moment, squinting his eyes and giving you a confused look. It only lasted a few seconds, though. Soon, he understood, and a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Touché"

You truly believed you were about to lose your chance with the man upstairs, but loud footsteps interrupted you.

"Crowley, you slimy son of a bitch! If you’re not here, we are going to-"

Dean stopped talking as he rounded the corner, seeing you and Crowley close. His expression was shocked, almost comical.

"The hell is going on here?"

You and Crowley both turned to look at Dean, a look of annoyance on the King of Hell's face. Sam came around the corner as well, sharing the same look of confusion.

Crowley gave you one last glance, a bit of disappointment in his eyes, before taking a step back. His attention moved on to the two hunters, his usual smile returning.

And despite the annoyance in the air and the confusion, the only thing that came across your mind was another question that you were sure would take control of your sleep schedule once again.

"Hello, boys," He purred, his arms moving to his side. He was back to his old self, not showing a single sign of what happened moments ago.

Had the beauty thawed the beast?

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feyascorner · 4 months

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You writing is amazing! I eat it right up!

Now this idea has been stuck in my hand for a while. Tav that wants to give Astarion blood but are horrified of needles and that fear applies to his fangs. So when they try to give blood the instinctively move away even when Astarion "The bit comes in 3 2 1" but Tav insist on trying again. When Astarion finally gets some blood Tav straight just goes "Oh okay great" and faceplants in the ground. When they wake up again they say the weirdest shit because they are still whoozy something like "Hey Astarion do crabs think fish can fly?"

Anyway have a nice day :]

im crying they're so silly...also i wrote like the dumbest questions but they're genuine questions so pls if anyone has answers...

"Just do it."

He nods. "Very well."

"Wait, no, I need a countdown."

"Fine. Three...two..."

"Actually, it's too nerve-racking, just--"

Astarion pulls his face away from the crook of your neck, eyes lidded as he sighs. "Darling, if it's too difficult..."

"It's not that bad. I want to help you, and you said this would make you more powerful in battle," you insist, bursting with enthusiasm but not enough to will you through your deathly fear of needles---or anything sharp for that matter. "I've done it before, I can do it again."

"Yes, love, but the last time we did this, you had me do it while you were asleep. You also woke up and punched me in the chest, even though you're the one who suggested the idea."

"I can do it this time! Just try again!"

Despite his hesitance, he follows your request, gently inching you closer and leaning into your neck. His breath feels cool on your skin, but the second you feel him nearing too close, you pull away again instinctively. He doesn't even seem surprised this time.

"Okay, maybe we should just do it while I'm sleeping again-"

He grabs either side of your face, pressing a kiss on your cheek and then another on the side of your nose. He trails down to your chin, and before you can even tell what he's doing, your face is flushed in embarrassment. So much so that you don't even realize he's trailed down your chin and his fangs are now right at your neck. "What are you--"

It pricks.

Astarion tries to make it brief, regardless of how badly he wants to drink more, because he can sense how limp you feel in his arms. He pulls away, licking at the excess on his lips with a triumphant grin. "There. Exquisite as always."

But you only stare at him blankly. His smile drops. It worries him.

"Oh, okay," you blink. "That's great."

You would've face planted straight into the floor had he not barely grabbed you by the back of your shirt.

You only awake a few hours later, groggily rubbing at your eyes while Astarion looms over you with pursed lips, and you wonder how long he's been sitting here. When your eyes peel open, he groans, shoulders slumping in relief.

"There you are, I thought I'd nearly killed you again!" he smiles, reaching for a plate of fruits beside your bedroll. "Now feed yourself before you go and pass out on me aga--"

"Your hair reminds me of a white rat I saw last week."

He stops.

"Why do you think Karlach's underwear doesn't burn off? Are they enchanted? I want enchanted underwear."

Ah, he realizes. You've finally lost your mind.

Your lips stretch dreamily. "Maybe I can ask Withers to make my underwear glow in the dark."

"No, before we move on, let's discuss that rat comment."

"Do crabs think fish can fly?"

"I---I suppose they would?..." He's at a loss of words, which is especially rare for him.

You blink wearily at him, staring at a spot on the wall behind his head. He'd think your confusion to be adorable if it weren't for the borderline offensive comments you were spouting out like a broken water fountain. "Do vampires poop, Astarion?"

You've crossed the borderline now. He runs a hand down his face, sighing. "Please stop talking, my love."

"You can technically eat food, even though it tastes bad, right?" you raise a brow, squinting at him. "So where does that food go? Do you poop it out or does it just kind of slide ou--"

"Okay, that's quite enough talking for today," he shoves an apple into your mouth. He snickers at how you struggle to take a bite. "No more questions until you finish the entire bowl."

Fortunately for him, you fall back asleep before you're even finished with the apple. And he's grateful you do because even he himself doesn't know the answer to that question.

#astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 x reader #bg3 #fluff

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sibsteria · 2 years

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hello, can you do headcanons of klaus mikaelson being a simp for you? 💘

yes of course, lovely!

Warnings: large fluff, a bit smutty, soft!klaus, protective!Mikaelsons

Summary: Klaus Mikaelson is the malewife simp of the century(ies)

not proofread, don’t kill me 😭🫶

the first time he met you, he studied you, up and down, I feel as if it would be at a Mikaelson ball, or maybe the Mystic Grill

I mean, eyes roaming

so our man just felt he had to introduce himself

he presents his hand out for you to shake

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, I know I would have remember a face like yours.”

“Oh, wow, you’re charming.”

He gives an amused smile, a soft chuckle

“I prefer the name Klaus Mikaelson, please tell me what name could possibly match such a person of beauty?”

I feel as if he wouldn’t assert his name as Niklaus right off the bat ygm besties

he is leaving you blushing though

you’re probably a vamp so congrats, he’s got eternal dibs!

definitely lays a gentle kiss to your hand when you tell him your name

“I suppose I’ll be seeing you.” he lingers in your presence before slowly walking away

you’re just- astounded, who gave him the right to be so alluring?

I ain’t gonna lie to you, he went home that night and stalked for your information

he knows where you live, your next of kin, the bar you frequent

so an accidental bumpings into are already in his workings

“Ah, hello love, what a surprise!”

he’d buy you all your drinks, making sure to keep any eye on them if you left the bar for a moment if you’re human (you probs aren’t)

you would spend the whole night together

just chatting and swapping anecdotes

flirting

he charms you with poems, jewellery and just spending time getting to know you as if he didn’t know everything already

he will flaunt his money around

“I should take you to dinner, tell me love, do you enjoy pasta?”

if your answer is yes then well than enjoy your authentic italian dish! the flight wasn’t even too long

you had both fallen off the cliff, smitten for one another

when you’re dating he absolutely follows wherever you go

accidentally

but you know better

and you don’t mind, he’s always looking out for you

long parting kisses

I’m talking tongue, with his hand tangled in your hair

ass slaps as you walk away, making you present a shy smile

when your more comfortable around each other, you don’t hesitate to do it back

a faux shock face from the hybrid

“well, love, I never listed you as the kinky type. I do say, I’m quite impressed.”

get ready for marks

he litters you in hickeys, even if they might fade by the end of the day

he’s going to try

if you’re human he’ll have you wear a vial of his blood around your neck

for emergencies

and a fun conversation for anyone who comes on to you

if he’s in a heated argument discussion with someone, his face will immediately soften when you walk through the door

“hello, love.” a passion induced coma hoods his eyes

will try to protect you from violence and danger but he does know you can handle yourself

“Klaus, I can snap a neck like a motherfucker-”

“I know, darling, but why do that when I can do it for you?”

hours of cuddles

hours

just you in his arms, with his nose nuzzled into you

he’s a softy, really

you get along with his family, it’s a given

Rebekah is literally you’re sister from another mister

shopping sprees with her unlimited credit card

knowing each other’s styles

“How did you know?” She pouts as you hand her a pair of heels that she had been eying up

she’s just overjoyed she actually had a true friend that she can trust

someone she can rely on

you are inseparable

and Klaus is absolutely jealous

“may I please have my girlfriend back, dear sister?” an edge to his tone

“if you must, you annoying rat bastard.”

but you love them

Elijah is eternally grateful for your calmness

and your ability to tame the beast

“I must say, you impress me, Miss L/n.”

you’re utterly baffled

Elijah is not an easy man to impress

but your besties anyway, now 🙄🤚

you often pick up ties that you think would suit him

he smiles and shakes his head

“I do hope you insist on keeping her around, Niklaus.” he uses a low whisper to his brother.

“I don’t assume I’m ever letting her go.”

whilst you have managed to wrap him around your little finger

he won’t hesitate to rip someone’s throat out for touching you

say you’re at a bar

he left for a moment to answer a call, his mistake

he comes back, you’re face filled with discomfort and annoyance as this poor man would not stop verbally harassing you

but that was not enough of an action for you to snap his neck yourself

but as he’s walking towards the bar, he watches as the stranger lets his hand trail down your back until he reaches your-

Klaus has already sped towards him

grabbing his hair and tearing out his throat

his chin, neck and chest are dripping with blood

your surprised at the lack of screams around you, coming to the conclusion that he must have compelled the drinkers to not bat an eye at supernatural goings-on

“are you kidding-”

“sweetheart, don’t get angry-”

“I just got blood stains from last week out of that shirt!”

he pauses his spiel, a blushing smile across his face

you weren’t repulsed by the violent display he’d put on

“have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“on occasion.” you roll your eyes, pulling him in for kiss

the blood coats around your lips but you don’t mind

“I love you too, Nik.”

that was the first time you used such an intimate nickname

and he loved it

hearing such words fall from your mouth

you both get blood drunk nightly

but refusing to feed on kids, because you have some morals

and you push Klaus to erase after eating because why draw attention to himself, he already has a healthy crowd of enemies

and that is where Elijah expresses gratitude

if you ever get kidnapped on that one occasion you were caught off guard

be ready, the cavalry are coming

a crowd of angry originals, breaking down walls and tearing out hearts

“shit! I didn’t know she had all of ‘em at her beck and call-” one of your kidnappers scream, as he watches his cronies drop to the floor

“mate, I advice you shut your mouth, in fact- I’ll do it for you-” queue Kol punching his head from his shoulders, it rolls nicely onto the floor in a pool of blood

they had you on a vervain drip

“oh, love, I’m so sorry.” Klaus is by your side, ripping out the tubes, hugging you close

Kol is your annoying little brother, but mostly a sweetheart to you

you two tend to sneak out together, infiltrating house parties

“if Nik finds us, he’ll kill you!” you scream over the music

“he can try, darling!” he howls with laughter, a bottle of his chosen alcohol spilling down his throat

he does find you

“why in the world, did you think I wouldn’t notice you leaving my side?” he caresses your cheek

“don’t torture him, we just wanted a bit of fun.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth

“I suppose you’re right, I have faith in his protection, he loves you like family.” begrudgingly letting Kol off the hook

he has fucked you on every surface in his home

“not on the dinner table, Nik-” Beks

“I eat off that counter, pests.” Kol

“Is it a rule that you have to infect every piece of furniture in our home?” Elijah

*noises of disgust* Finn

*eye roll* Freya

still counting how many public displays he can get away with

he has tied your ex to a chair and made him watch as he gave you orgasm after orgasm

I mean, he murdered him afterwards, so-

“was there any need?”

“yes.”

in his mind, you’re already together forever

he lets you be in possession of one of his daggers, just in case his family give you any problems

“you know I won’t need to use it-”

“just humour me, keep it safe.”

it’s never boring

y’all he’s in love 😻

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 1 year

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Yan overblotted malleus who kills his darling by accident, maybe loses his mind even more. Go crazy 💙

>:)

Warning(s): blood, death, hearing voices

The ink clouding his vision slowly dripped off of his face, allowing him to see clearly once more.

"What... what happened to me...?" He asked.

But nobody was there to answer his question.

Malleus stood up on his unsteady legs. Nobody's around, where are they?

And then he found everyone. Silver, Sebek, Lilia, and the two Shrouds were huddled around... something. He couldn't tell what it was.

When Silver heard someone approaching, he immediately stood up and drew his sword, but calmed himself when he realized Malleus looked like he was back to normal.

But behind Silver, hidden by everyone else, Malleus saw a very bloody body.

"What happened?" Malleus asked.

"You overblotted." Silver simply responded.

"There's no pulse." He heard the younger Shroud say. "And... I'm not detecting any brain activity either."

"S-shit... Ortho, c-could you try shocking them awake?"

"I don't think it would be of any use at this point..."

"Ah, how tragic..." Lilia said. "Malleus will be quite displeased."

"Why... will I be displeased...?" Malleus asked.

"Malleus! You're ok!" Lilia said, turning around. "Such wonderful news-!"

"Lilia. Why did you say I would be displeased." He demanded.

"...Malleus. I'm sure you're aware you overblotted, yes...?" Lilia asked. He floated upwards and placed his hands on Malleus' shoulders. "(Y/N)... they tried to help us calm you down as they've done with all the other overblot cases but..."

It felt like all of the noise was sucked out of the world. He heard nothing, except for what Lilia said to him next.

"Malleus, you killed them."

It's easy to keep a human alive.

Just use a bit of magic, and just like that they'll be ok.

Lilia had clearly lied! You were just fine!

A simple spell to heal your injuries, and one to help with... preservation... and you were just fine!

You were alive, clearly!

You still looked alive, and your body wasn't at all decaying, so you're clearly ok!

You have to be.

Malleus Draconia was always known as a strange man, people just never commented on it because he's big and scary and one of the most powerful mages in the world, but now... people were starting to talk about him.

They were starting to talk about how Malleus Draconia was a man who always dragged a human's corpse around with him. He called the body "(Y/N)". He would talk to them like they were alive, and he always expected a response, before saying something along the lines of "Oh, you don't want to speak right now? That's ok, (Y/N), maybe later."

Everyone was now more unsettled by Malleus than ever before.

"(Y/N), what would you like for dinner?" Malleus asked, sitting you down in a chair.

But you didn't respond to him.

"...my dear, I know you're probably angry at me for hurting you like that, and I'm extremely sorry about that, but (Y/N)... we can't go on like this." Malleus said, grabbing your cold hands. "I can't go one more day without hearing your voice."

And after that, he could have sworn you said something to him. He heard a voice in the back of his mind, one that resembled yours...

"I knew it. You're still alive." Malleus smiled. "So, (Y/N), what would you like for dinner?" It felt so nice to hear your voice again. "Oh, that sounds wonderful, my dear. Shall we discuss wedding preparations tomorrow? ... Yes, my thoughts exactly!"

Lilia, Silver, and Sebek were peaking into the room to make sure Malleus was doing ok.

They did not expect to see what they did.

He's talking to you like you're still alive, like you're responding to him...

"Father, what do we do?" Silver asked.

"...I don't know."

"Is there nothing we can do to prevent Lord Malleus from marrying a corpse?!" Sebek yelled.

"Well, his grandmother will surely prevent that, but we should find a way to help him with... this." Lilia sighed. "For now, I suppose we just... let this happen. And try our best to help."

Malleus looked so happy, dancing with you.

But you didn't look happy, dancing with him.

Your expressionless, dead face could not display happiness anymore.

But Malleus... he saw you looking happy as ever. You looked as beautiful as the day he found you.

To Malleus...

You looked as alive as ever.

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rotten1angel · 4 months

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war is over / r. black

regulus black x fem!muggleborn!reader

word count — 0.6k

summary: regulus and you escape grimmauld place to the potters

authors note & warnings: walburga and orion, from my old account, so the writings a bit eh

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you knew it was a bad idea staying at the black house for winter break.

walburga and orion weren’t supposed to come home–but of course they had to come back from france a week early.

you hid in regulus’s wardrobe as you heard screaming downstairs — mostly from walburga and regulus. you clutched your knees to your chest as your hands covered your ears. tears streamed down your cheeks as you heard spells being cast. you heard pounding footsteps as regulus burst into the room and ripped open the wardrobe doors.

“reg–” you sobbed.

“come on.” regulus grabbed one of your hands and pulled you up and out of the wardrobe. holding on tight to your hand you felt him and yourself apparate.

you tried to piece together where he was going but you couldn’t–all you could do was hang onto him.

you had stopped moving — you and regulus stood in front of a warm, lit-up house.

“regulus..?” he ignored you as he — still holding your hand — walked up to the door and knocked. you two stood in silence as you heard a warm, motherly voice yell ‘coming!’

it was around 9 at night — freezing cold, and once the door opened you felt a fire’s warmth bleeding out into the frozen air.

“hello dears — i’m so sorry, who— who are you?” no malice was behind the voice, only concern as to why two teenagers were standing outside this woman's doorstep.

“regulus black, ma’am, and this is (y/n).” regulus’s voice cracked slightly as he looked at the woman. “ah.. yes darling — please, both of you, come in.”

you two had been seated on a red couch by the fire — hot cocoa in both of your hands. regulus had explained that they were at the potters to you — where sirius had stayed for the past few years.

“what are you doing here, sweetheart?” mrs. potter had asked regulus has she sat down in a chair across from him.

“my parents — they found out (y/n) was a muggleborn and threatened to kill her..” regulus told the woman–not looking at you–as if he was ashamed and it was his fault.

you wrapped your hand around his and leaned your face into the crevice of his neck.

“well.. you can stay as long as you need, love —we’ll need to get a room prepared, i’ll go up and do that now.” the woman smiled at the two of you and left the room.

you kissed regulus’s neck–knowing it calmed him. he turned his head and kissed the crown of your head.

you heard stumbling coming from the stairs and then you felt regulus’s body tighten — you peered up to see sirius and james staring at you two — mouths gaping.

“sirius— i—“

“what did they do to you?” anger and concern filled sirius’s voice. sirius walked over to the two of you and crouched down— hugging regulus’s shoulders, one hand cradling his head.

you had backed away from regulus and looked over to james — who gave a small, awkward wave which you returned.

euphemia came back downstairs–smiling at the two brothers. she went over — rubbing sirius’s back.

“alright, sirius, im sure regulus and (y/n) are exhausted. i’ve set up a room for the two of you — james can show you, it's just the spare bedroom down the hall from yours, james.”

james nodded — sirius let go of his brother and the three of you got up and followed james. you hung on to regulus’s arm as he followed the two older boys.

once you got to the room james stopped and turned. regulus nodded in thanks and went in, shutting the door behind you two.

once he did he turned to face you. he held your head in his hands and kissed your forehead.

“i’m sorry, my love, we shouldn’t have gone to my house for break — i should have listened to you.” his voice broke as one of your hands went over his.

“reg.. its alright.” you kissed his cheek and he sighed. you two changed into some pajamas euphemia had put out on the dresser and got into the warm bed. the two of you tangled in each other.

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bayone1ta · 4 months

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"𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉"

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟏,𝟎𝟒𝟒

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥), 𝐅/𝐌, 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐟𝐬𝐮𝐛, 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 (𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲)

The day has felt long, and cruel without Simon there with you. Desperate to see him walk into the door, you try taking naps cause why not? It kills time, doesn’t it? You know that’d fuck up your sleep schedule quite a bit, but you’d do anything for him. Your impatient napping worked a little, only 3 hours passed. You decide to freshen up, get in the hot shower, wash your body, etc.

You leave the steamy hot bathroom after changing and seeing Simon leaning against the doorframe. Simon didn’t say anything to you at all.. you knew he was pissed about something.

“Get on the bed, I need you.” He says as he sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread slightly. “But I just showered not too long ago?” You say, not wanting to get all dirtied up again. “I don’t care,” Simon said, “Had a rough day and just needed to relieve some stress, y/n, do you mind?” He says. “N-No, not at all, dear.” You walk towards the bed to straddle him, your arms wrapped around his neck. “Such a good girl, y/n.” his warm lips pressing against your neck in sloppy kisses.

his hand slides up, now buried under your shirt.. well his shirt that you stole, that is. “S-Si..!” You whimper as he tugs on your nipples, your nipples hardening under his touch, his other hand? Well, it’s rubbing away at your throbbing, wet heat.

“I know it hurts, baby,” he whispers, his breath grazing against your ear, “Just enjoy what I’m giving you.. and maybe, just maybe, I’ll give you a reward, darling.”

You listen to his orders, thinking he’ll finally let you reach your peak after what felt like an eternity of him edging you. “I..I’ll be good.. S-Si…” Your voice is a whimpery mess due to his movements.

“Good girl, you’re doing so good f’me baby.. take it.” His movements become more and more intense as time passes, his fingers now slipping in and out of your pussy.

As you think you’ll finally be able to reach your peak, Simon’s hands stop moving.

“If I’m gonna let you cum, it sure as hell won’t be on my fingers,” he says as he begins to undress. “I’ve had such a long day at work, dear…. Need you to be good for me, okay?”

“O-Of course, dear..” you slip your boyfriend's shirt off, your perky tits open in the cold air of the bedroom.

“Ah, darlin’,” in his thick, British accent. “You know I can’t resist you when you wear my clothes,” Simon says, one of his hands sliding up your body to grab one of your breasts.

You squirm as his hand tortures you once again, your panties being slid down by his free hand. “P-please, Si…” you beg, wishing for him to just say fuck it, and fuck you already.

“Well, I suppose I should reward my lovely, good girl, should I?” He says as he begins unbuckling his belt. “Lay down, now,” he says as he slides his boxers down, his erection standing proudly. “I want that face down in those pillows, that pretty ass of yours in the air.”

As you lay down, your face is down, ass is up, just what he had told you to do. You whimper as Simon delivers a few smacks on your ass, the spots from those smacks turning red. “You like it rough, don’t you, baby?” He says seductively, adjusting his position to slide into you.

“Y-Yeah, I do,” you say, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation. “Take me, dear” you mumble.

Simon complies, positioning himself at your soaking wet entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.. gonna fuck you hard.” He says as he slides into you, chills running down your spine as he pushes himself all the way into you, his cock filling you to the brim.

Simon’s thrusts are rough, calculated, and driven to make you feel good. “You’re taking me so fucking well, darling.” His thrusts speed up, your body close to reaching its peak.

“Mmph… S-Simon~!” You moan as he pulls your hair back. “You can take all of it baby, you’ve taken this dick before,” he says as he delivers two spanks to your ass. “Do you like it when I use that pussy of yours to relieve my stress?” Simon says as he pushes your head hard against the soft pillow, his strong hand still gripping your soft, pretty locs.

“I-I love it when you use my cunt~!” You say as you’ve become cock drunk, your hands gripping the sheets hard, your moans loud and audible. “S-Simon~!” You moan, desperate to show him that you’re on the brink of an orgasm. “Are you gonna cum for me baby?” Simon says as he speeds up. “Are you gonna beg for me?” He says. “Cause I’ll only let you cum if you moan, and beg for this dick slutty enough.”

You try to moan and beg as slutty as it can get. “Fuck me with your fat cock~!” You declare, causing Simon to smirk a little. “You want my cock? You’re gonna have to beg for it a little more than just that, sweetheart.” Simon spanks your ass more; red marks appearing on your ass with each spank.

You try begging even more. “Please, S-Simon~!” You moan and beg, desperate to please him. “Please what, my little temptress? Be specific.” He teases. “M-Make me c-cum!” You whimper out, blush streaked across your cheeks in a rosey pink color.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he whispers into ear, “I’m gonna cum, you ready?” Simon’s thrusts speed up, your moans getting louder. “P-Please let me cum, baby~!” Your fingers grip onto the sheets, your hair still gripped tight in his fist. Simon and your groans echo throughout the bedroom as you both reach your peaks.

“B-Babe~!” You moan, now panting against the sheets. “You did so well for me, my love,” Simon pulls you close to him in a spooning position, “We can go in the shower together and clean up if you want,” He offers, “Or, we can fill up a soapy, hot bath and enjoy each other.” Simon says as he presses a kiss to your temple.

𝐀/𝐍: I need Simon omg

#simon ghost riley #smut #cod smut #y/n #f/m #fanfic #cod fanfic #ghost x reader

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uninformedartist · 7 months

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So just finished watching the ep so review. Spoils ahead:

So the episode was ok to me, solid 6/10 one of the better episodes which since this was supposed to be an "extravagant" ep why does it got better quality than the main eps, idk Viv has her moments like this ep and other eps its a train wreck in writing ect.

Mammon worked on my nerves, from design to his movements, personality ALL of him was annoying, which props for an annoying Villian but its Villian I never want to see back again and he's hinted for some sort of return.

Side tangent: Mammon is like the how many-ith Villian to get a return ep/hint at one. It was 1st cherubs, then dorks, then stella/ice twink, striker/crimson now Mammon & according to the leaked storyboards a ghost guy that tries to talk IMP into off-ing themselves... its a flipping lot and cherubs & dorks seem to be forgotten dispite dorks knowing & having hard evidence they exist, flip Viv chill it with your Villian of the week cos its way too many now.

Anyway, Blitz didn't need to be in this ep besides the flashback. Ozzie got him to talk Fizz out of being Mammon's puppet but ultimately Ozzie spoke him out of it & gave him courage to quit/confront Mammon. Even Blitz being a bodyguard/killing people for Fizz could've been any imp. Blitz is starting to feel like Steven from SU, in every ep even tho the ep doesn't need him/ the episode surrounds topics a wee child shouldn't be in (i.e Lapis trauma dumping on Steven & he a child isn't really equipped to handle that situation).

My fave part of this ep was Ozzie and Fizz. Ya'll I legit prayed Viv wouldn't mess these two up and my prayers were answered. Absolutely a joy these two were. Fizz especially what a darling. Loved that small scenes with him and the deaf imp child, l dont know sign language but it looked genuine animated and was just sweet moments.

From their interactions, Fizz's panic attacks/self doubt felt & were genuine... I felt that as someone that has panic attacks from high stress on my studies/life. It was just handled well. Fizz feeling less than and needing to prove himself from 1. his past 2. his appearance, that accident affected his self image/worth so much (why I felt him forgiving Blitz was too hastily done but I digress) & 3. him doing this Mammon contest still to gain/earn Ozzie's love for him cos Fizz believes Ozzie only sticks around because of this fame Mammon gave Fizz. Ozzie finally saying what he loves about Fizz was lovely, wanted that in the 1st ep but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Their song was... I didn't like it BUT the message in it was beautiful. Lastly Fizz saying fuck you to Mammon from the courage/strength Ozzie gave him was a nice send off... also Ozzie saying he loves Fizz ah ngl that made me smile agh I just love them. I want to see them more than the Stolitz show but thats only a wish. Props Viv, you get 1 brownie point not messing this up.

Last findings, the ep was bloated as hell my soul Viv please stop cramming so much in an ep, this one is 30 mins long & yet still felt bloated. Pacing was a motherfuka damn it was bad & the swearing was jarring (its a Viv written ep I don't expect any less but still gonna point it out) and the comedy wasn't so prominent in this ep, Blitz/Mammon gave some comic relief but in the best and worst ways:

The way the VA delivered this line "to be fucked" made me laugh, the line is cringy but the delivery lol gold

Aand Blitz, my soul shut the fuck up & get out this ep. Last ep & this one he said something so agonizingly cringe I pulled my face

The world of HB is legit American hell or earth just painted red since Fizz named all these places in America just "hellified" where his fans come from.

And very last, congratulations Salem glad you got the cathartic send off you deserve from working under Viv, truly fuck you "Mammon" indeed :) also glad they credited you this time.

#vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss criticism #my post #can we get a moment for Salem cos heck yeah for them whoooo!!!!

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ghouljams · 2 months

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GOD ghpst MOVE your ass i want her too :((( goose just one chance goose pLEASE im so gay i have tears in my eyes she's so hot she's so gorgeous she's a goddess im in love with her please please please goose please if she kissed me gentlyand called me good girl (OR good boy i can do both im versatile like that) i think i would have zero problems i think that would fix me goose pleaseppelase pelase im so in loive with her goose pLEAASE ouyghhhhhhhhh

The absolute havoc Goose wrecks through her natural inclination to call everyone darling and baby. Here she is at the rodeo, her natural habitat. Scaring men away from her favorite competitors and giving herself an edge.

"Oh bless his heart he is tryin'." Goose makes a face at the bull rider you've been avoiding for the last six hours. She grimaces and settles a hand on her hip. "You need me to run 'im off, baby?" She asks you, her tone light but sincere. You try to tamp down the way the lilt in her voice sends shivers down your spine.

"I'm alright," you tell her, fixing the straps on your saddle, "he'll just come buzzin' back, can't take no for an answer."

"He'll take my no," she murmurs, the dip in her voice, the shake of anger... you tense to keep from letting on what this woman does to you. Damn, why'd it have to be Goose of all people queued up with you. She's going to mess up your whole ride.

"Just leave 'im," you shrug, trying to keep your brain on your horse and not your companion, "I don't wanna cause a fuss."

"Oh no darlin'," Goose coos, turning your head with two fingers under your chin, "you're not startin' anythin', it's on him to take your no and leave it." She tips your head, her brows drawing together, "Just bad breedin' that's all he is."

You try to turn away from her and she holds you firmly in place. "Ah, ah," she corrects, "you keep your eyes on me hun, just look'it me for a few minutes while I talk to you. Just long enough to scare off your flies then I'll let you go. You can do that for me?"

You nod. You don't know what else you're supposed to do but nod.

"Good," the purr in Goose's voice could kill a man, it might have already you don't know, "good girl."

You don't know what the fuck Goose talks about for the next few minutes, you're too focused on the way she leans close, the curve of her smile, the vibration of her voice through you, to be listening. The only thing your brain picks up is the occasional pet name, a baby here, a darling there, one sweetheart, and a sugar to round it out. You do manage to pick up a "You are pretty though aren't you? If I weren't married I might do something about the brain leakin' out your ears."

Your run is absolutely fucked. You may as well drop out of the rodeo altogether. Goose's eyes dart to the side and you're released from her spell as quickly as she wove it.

"See, man just needed to think you were off the table." Goose beams at you, claps you on the shoulder and turns to deal with her own horse, as if she hasn't turned your legs to jelly and your brain to mush.

You highly doubt she's actually scared off your bull rider. You've had months trying to chase Graves off your tail, he's not going to abandon ship because of Goose. You can almost hear him asking to join the two of you. Shameless. Both of them are shameless. (But what does that make you?)

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #oc x reader #reader x oc #oc: goose #phillip graves #briefly mentioned but its his darling #rodeo gurl u have my heart #bisexual disaster Goose my love #she knows exactly what shes doing(getting the gold buckle)

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m00nsbaby · 9 months

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The way you miss me.

Marc Spector x F! Reader.

Tags & warnings. Pre-Khonshu events, angst, mentions of violence.

Word count. 1.9k.

Summary.

"We just keep on doing this, doing this, don't we? I'd try to leave, but you'd find some way, To twist my mind and make me wonder. If one day, I might change, And everything would make sense, darling. You'll see, Believe me, Now come sit down, just put your hands on me. I'm not trying to say I don't wanna stay, I just know how this story ends. Use my body against me and all of our history, I hate the way you miss me. Hate the way you, way you miss me."

You were going to break up.

Both of you knew that this had been imminent for some time, no matter how much you wanted to delay it.

No matter how much you wanted to avoid it.

Your first mistake had been accepting Marc Spector's self-destructive lifestyle, something he was sure of, but he was also sure that he never wanted to return to an empty house after one of his "jobs."

"I have to go to Cairo next week." He walked behind you as you organized the mess in the kitchen. You had told him a thousand times that you couldn't stand it when he did that, and more than once you had accidentally stepped on him, and he would pretend to be in unbearable pain to tease you even more.

It wasn't uncommon for him to drop these kinds of news on you like a bucket of cold water.

But again, maybe this was your fault for accepting this silent agreement that had only gotten worse as your relationship developed.

"For how long?"

When you looked at him, he shrugged.

Well, that was new.

"What do you mean by that?" It almost made you smile, if it hadn't been for that slight flutter in your stomach that warned you when something was wrong.

He knew you inside out, and he didn't want to face what was coming either.

"I don't know if I'm coming back."

You put down the plates you were holding, placing them on the kitchen counter with a louder thud than you would have liked.

"What are you talking about, Marc?"

"It's… It's very dangerous."

"Then don't go." Had your hands been trembling all this time?

It was funny, really, because both of you were trying to hold on tightly to your masks of feigned disinterest. Marc and you would both be crying your hearts out if it were easier for you to express your feelings without crumbling.

"I can't." Another two-word response.

The only thing more irritating than his one-word answers.

"What do yo mean?"

"He's not going to let me stay, he says he needs me." Ah, that. "He says I'm one of the best."

How were you supposed to deal with knowing that your partner was considered one of the best in the low world of thieves and mercenaries?

Your eyes fixed on the slight scratches of the counter table, reminding you that time you almost killed Marc for not using a plate when he chopped stuff.

And you swallowed hard. You wanted to scream, cry.

You wanted to give up.

"Why are you telling me this?" Please don't answer, please don't answer, please.

Please.

"Because we can't be together anymore."

Ah, there it was. You would love to say that this was the first time this had ever happened, but the truth was that Marc had been trying his best to protect you from this type of pain on multiple occaions. Actually, to this point you had already lost count of how many times.

Maybe the problem was that Marc didn't really want to leave, as much as he insisted.

"And?" What a funny gesture. You had learned it from a movie, the one where you crossed your arms and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Your gaze burned into him. You were probably the only person in the whole world who could make Marc Spector lower his gaze.

"Are you leaving just like that? Do you want me to just consider you dead one of these days?"

Oh no, there was something you hated more than his monosyllabic responses.

Not getting a response at all.

"Answer me, Marc!" And your voice broke.

"I told you this would happen." Probably the worst part was that he actually had. On multiple occasions.

"And I told you I wouldn't let you." Oh yes, that had also happened many times. "You don't get it?"

You took a break from the shouting as he searched for a way to respond, his gaze fixed on the floor and you sobbing until you could swallow the lump in your throat.

Marc was never good with words; actions were his strength. So when his arms wrapped around you, clinging to his chest as if you were about to disappear into thin air at any moment, you couldn't help but shatter into a thousand pieces.

Because it wasn't you who was disappearing.

"You can't do this to me." Kisses on your hair, and his body tensed, trying not to break apart with you. "You can't leave."

"I've already put you in danger enough." His voice was so velvety that you considered the idea that all of this might be a dream.

Perhaps Marc was just a dream.

"Do you understand that this can't go on like this, right?"

You nodded, disgusted by how terrible the damp fabric of his T-shirt felt against your face.

"You can leave it. Your job." It was funny to call the horrible things Marc did at night that way.

"I can't. I can't leave it; he will…"

Another sob, one more painful than the last. How had you gotten into this?

"Shhh, shhh." Marc wasn't used to being the strong one in situations like this; usually, when night came, you were the one cradling him in your arms.

The one whispering that everything was okay when nightmares wouldn't let him sleep.

"Do you understand that I'm doing this for you, right?" His arms squeezed you tighter against his body. "Because I love you, and because I'm afraid they'll hurt you." His voice faltered, and you were sure that hearing him cry would be the final blow to your coffin that day.

"I can take care of myself." Drowning in your words. "I can… We can leave."

"I'm too deep into this."

He had never said no so many times. He had never taken so long to give in to the options you gave him to fix things.

So it was indeed going to happen.

40 minutes after thoroughly dissecting the topic, both of you sat on the living room carpet, Marc's body leaned against the sofa, yours against Marc.

With one hand, he held a glass of wine, and you did the same. You had lost count by now, but the lights in the room seemed brighter than usual, and your flushed cheeks defied the December cold.

"Do you remember when we tried camping last year?"

He scoffed, nodding.

"Taking you was like taking bait for the mosquitoes," he kissed your shoulder. "And I nearly set half the forest on fire with a poorly made campfire."

You wanted to laugh; you really did. But you couldn't forget where this conversation was coming from, and more importantly, where it was going.

You just smiled and nodded. It had been a good day, though on that day, you were sure you wanted to kill Marc with your own hands. It turned out you weren't much of an outdoorsy person after all.

There was a prolonged silence, and there had been many of those since you took that position.

"I don't want you to go."

"Love," he pleaded.

"I'm sorry." Tears were running down your face again, and Marc tightened his grip on you. You both finished your glasses in one gulp, and you squared up to him.

The more you focused on Marc, the more you felt like life was slipping through your fingers. You weren't in a position to imagine a life without him; at this point, you had no choice but to accept the idea. To accept that you would never again feel his curls tickling your neck when he held you from behind, you would never again fight with his arms in the morning to escape his embrace, and you would never again argue with him because he kissed you too forcefully with his 3-day stubble.

On the other hand, you would also never again spend sleepless nights wondering if his life was in danger or if he would never return, you wouldn't cry with him when he refused to tell you what he had done in his absence, and you wouldn't wash blood out of his clothes ever again.

Either way, you never liked tending to his wounds.

"I don't want you to go," you repeated as if one sentence would achieve what you hadn't achieved in months.

He didn't respond, instead, he cupped your chin with his fingers. You wouldn't feel that either ever again, and it made you feel like vomiting.

In a matter of seconds, his lips took possession of yours, and a push to the wine bottle knocked it over onto the carpet.

As your fingers tangled in his hair and Marc's body pushed you back, you looked at the bottle. Would that stain on the carpet be the only proof that Marc had ever been a part of your life?

"When you come back." You could tolerate the idea of Marc leaving your life, but never the idea of him not coming back. Never the idea of losing him that way. "I'll be waiting right here."

And Marc wished he could be as optimistic as you.

"I never thought I'd be one of those guys who goes back to his ex-girlfriend at the first opportunity."

Both of you laughed with a pain in your chest that was almost visible in your expressions, and you had already lost count of how many times you had ended up in this uncomfortable silence that churned your stomachs.

"Let me go." His voice broke the silence, cracked and pretending the fakest laughter you had ever heard.

"I can't, Marc." Your cheek was against his chest in seconds, your arms using all their strength to hold onto him as they had been doing for a long time.

"Please," he begged, kissing your hair so many times that he felt like the scent of your shampoo was seeping into him.

He was never aware, but he always smelled like you, and you carried the scent of his cologne with you everywhere. You were extensions of each other, pushing each other to the limit until the bond broke at both ends.

"You always do this to me." He laughed again, broken. "You never let me go."

This was the first time you did.

It took longer than usual, more hours, more kisses, more effort, but in the end, you let Marc go with the foolish hope that you would see him walk back through the door he left from.

It was a two-week mission, but Marc never came back.

Well, he did, but he didn't come back to you.

His life took a 360° turn in every imaginable way after his stay in Cairo, and while you cried in your bed, it turns out he met someone.

Someone who afforded him the luxury of not having to worry about whether he put her at risk or not because she could take care of herself. Of course, fortunately, that was something you didn't know because if Marc Spector was an expert in anything, it was disappearing.

The only thing you had in over a year was a mistaken call that reminded you of the power he would have over you for the rest of your life.

With a racing heart and tears in your eyes, you had to accept that his phone number now belonged to someone else.

A certain Steven Grant who by this point seemed more than frustrated to have to share a number with a missing person.

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mercmorales · 5 months

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"Can't be too nice to sorcerers..."

Don’t Fuck With A Witch! Part 1

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“Why did Gojo-sensei assign us this mission? It’s in the middle of nowhere!” Yuuji said as he punched a creature with wings and a staff in the face.

Megumi summoned his Divine Dogs to eat a curse he had just killed. “He said something about the interesting levels of cursed energy in the area. He said to investigate it if we have time.”

“I’m not investigating anything after we’re done with these things!” Nobara said as she threw pins into three flying eyeballs, “These things have been a pain in my ass and it’s only been like 30 minutes!”

Yuuji had punched another creature, now realizing the lack of a discernible face. “Are these things like biblically accurate angels or something?”

“I’m surprised you even know what that word is.” Megumi said as he summoned Nue to take down a curse that was flying up above.

Before Nue could take it down, it was shot down by very strong curse (?) bullets.

More bullets rained down and shot the other curse beings down, making them explode into pieces and drop rings.

“Awesome, Megumi!” Yuuji said as he ran up to the boy with Nobara.

Megumi looked at the rings on the ground in fear. Who shot down those curses?

“I..” Megumi gulped, “I didn’t exorcise those curses.”

Yuuji and Nobara froze, then looked around. If Megumi didn’t get rid of them, then who-

“Yoohoo! I was kind enough to get rid of those pesky angels only to get no thank you in return? How rude can you sorcerers be?” A voice coming from above said.

The trio quickly looked up to see a tall dark skinned girl with two red guns in hand, using one to readjust her glasses.

The girl stood on a cliff nearby with a wide grin on her face. She did a front flip and landed right in front of the three.

The trio then noticed the guns attached to her heels and her modified version of their uniform. The pants were flared and the shirt had sleeves cut up to form side capes of sorts.

“Who are you?!” Megumi said as he stood in a battle ready position, making Yuuji and Nobara follow his lead.

“Ah… you can never be too nice to sorcerers… I’m just a new student who happened to be in the area. I wanted to help you guys out since you walked into Purgatorio without any form of protection! I was scared you would try and run away like headless chickens!” The dark skinned girl laughed a bit, making the trio stare at her in annoyance.

Megumi got out of his battle stance and placed a hand on his hip. “Who are you? You say that you’re a new student, but our teacher never told us about y-”

“Shut up. I hear something.” The dark skinned girl said as she pointed a gun at the direction the sound was coming from.

A voice started to come into earshot. “INNNNCOMINGGGG!!!”

A crater was made a few feet away from the 4 teenagers, dust filled the air.

They coughed as they watched an extremely tall figure walk towards them as they held someone who was smaller than them.

“Good job, darling! You caught the 1st years while I caught the teacher!”

The 1st years looked as the dust settled, realizing that their teacher was being held by his waist by a giant woman.

“Woah! She’s so tall!” Yuuji said with stars in his eyes.

Megumi stared at his teacher who had many kiss marks on his face. “Gojo-sensei-!”

“This tall woman is your new teacher, L/N-sensei. That girl is your new classmate, Y/N L/N. From today onward you will treat them with respect, teehee~” Gojo said as he held his blushing face in his hands.

L/N-sensei nodded. “Make sure you treat me and my daughter with the most respect you can muster. If not, well, I suppose you wouldn’t want to fuck around with a witch.”

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#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #black reader #bayonetta!mom #yuuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #Dont Fuck With A Witch #fem!reader

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Okay look, I’m not crazy… Well I mean I am a little but it’s fine… Here’s some yandere overwatch..

This will include blood, possessive behavior, blah blah.. Mauga, Ashe, Junkrat, Sombra, Sigma and Ramattra are included.

Mauga :

He was always this over protective right? He threatened anyone who looked at his friends right?

"Where ya going? You're supposed to stay with me remember? Who will protect you and keep you safe if you're not with me?"

The look in Mauga's eyes was slightly scary, desperation pooled in them, he needed you after all. What would he do without you? He'd simply pass away.

"No, no.. You can't go see them. Stay with me, don't you wanna be safe? Darling, I don't want to have to tell you again."

His touches were rough, almost too rough, like he was worried someone would steal you.

"Can't have anyone taking you away from me, mine... All mine."

Ashe :

"Awh how cute, you think you have a chance with them? Oh no, they're mine.. Lay a finger on them and I swear I will show you what hell is."

Her fingers danced over your shoulders, displaying how only she could touch you, touch your body. Ashe was practically dangling you in front of them, showing exactly how much power she had over you.

"Aren't they just adorable? Such a sweet sight, look all you want. But I'm not keen on sharin'."

It happened so fast, painted nails digging into your throat, a shot firing straight past you toward the man, blood splattering across your face and Ashe's.

"No one gets to see my pretty little thing and live. Now.. Each time you think about going toward someone else, speaking to someone else, anything with someone who isn't me, I want you to remember this moment."

Junkrat :

"I'll kill em! They can't have you, you belong to me remember? I will make sure none of them even look at you."

His fingers gripped your skin, he couldn't let you go, his body wouldn't let him, what if you ran away? He can't possibly live without you, you're his favourite person, he needs you.

"Maybe I'll make you a nice little place and keep you here, that way you can never ever leave me. Would you like that? I would, I would love to wake up to you every morning."

Jamie's metallic hand drew hearts all over your back, obsessive traced hearts decorating your skin because of how hard he pressed.

"Mine, mine, mine, mine."

Sombra :

She had access to everything possible, she knew every little thing about you, that thing you wanted to hide and completely forget? Oh.. Olivia knows.

"What do you want for your birthday?"

"My birthday? I didn't tell you my birthday."

"You didn't have to, I know everything about you."

Her tone was playful but you could tell she was serious, the way her finger nails traced over the veins in your wrist showed you that..

"You have no idea mi amor, you are everything to me.."

Sigma :

Yes you knew he was insane but this..? Paper's scattered across his room, photos of you, photo's you didn't take. Your name written repeatedly over the walls, it was his own little sanctuary of you.

"See? I love you. No one else loves like I do."

His eyes were full of obsessiveness, insane cackles leaving his throat as he pinned up more photos of you. He needed to be surrounded by you at all times, he would go absolutely insane without it.

"It would be such a shame if this went poorly. I do not wish to kill you and then myself just so no one can have you."

Ramattra :

He took care of you but you weren't allowed to speak to anyone, absolutely no one. If you needed something you ask him, if you need help you ask him. He's learned how to do anything you might need, that way you'll never ever need anyone else.

"What is it? Oh you're hair is tangled? Well let me help you."

Ramattra moved you to sit on his lap, a brush softly going through your hair while his other hand held you by the throat.

"I need you to be still, you can handle this right?"

He chuckled at the small nod you gave.

"Ah.. My wonderful little pet human. No one else even knows you exist anymore, you really do belong to me."

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Now... I've never written something like this so enjoy, also I wrote this with the help of @bruhhhh-huhhhhh. So he deserves some credit too.

#overwatch #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #overwatch 2 #mauga #maugaloa malosi #elizabeth caledonia ashe #jamison fawkes #junkrat #sombra #olivia colomar #sigma #siebren de kuiper #ramattra

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bg-brainrot · 4 months

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Hugs for a Vampire (Astarion x GN!Reader) - Chapter 1: After Raiding the Goblin Camp

Chapter 1: After Raiding the Goblin Camp

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader (Rogue!Tav)

Genre: Fluffy, Filling in Canon

Rating: Teen

Tags: cw: Alcohol, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Second Person, Act 1, pre-romance, awkwardness

WC: 1.3k words, 1/18 chapters

Summary: This hug takes place during the party with the tieflings, after raiding the Goblin Camp. Both Tav and Astarion are interested in each other, but love isn't in the air yet. Welcome to the awkward, uncomfortable first hug.

Ao3 | [Hug2] | Hugs for a Vampire Masterlist

“Hey!” Karlach yells over the crowd of tieflings. “Take a drink if you’re excited to be alive!”

Cheers move through the group and more than a fair share of tankards are raised in agreement. A dozen different tieflings are hurriedly gulping down their celebratory booze at Karlach’s command.

The barbarian may not be able to touch anyone, but she’s certainly taking the time to enjoy everyone else’s company in another way: by getting them all thoroughly trashed before it's time for bed.

You watch from your place near the fire, laughing as more than a few tieflings start swaying. For your part, you’re enjoying the night thoroughly.

The tieflings’ joy is contagious and their alcohol is strong, meaning that you and your companions have a certain fluidity about you that you may not have had on another night. You’ve already turned down a few surprise advances from your companions, leaving you somewhat giddy.

Not only that, but you actually took one companion up on their offer– you’ve arranged to meet with Astarion later, which you’re admittedly quite looking forward to. You’ve only known each other a few weeks, but he’s a handsome man who seems to appreciate your chaotic humor.

Initially, you thought you may not get along. After all, two rogues, one of whom drank from the other? The perfect recipe for disaster between violence, petty theft, and an abundance of lies. But somehow you’ve been making it work, moving and killing in unison. The goblin camp truly didn’t know what hit them. There is something about the way you two move together in combat that leaves you aching, wondering how well you might move together in other ways.

I won’t have to wonder much longer, you remind yourself, lost in a blissfully inappropriate daydream.

So distracted you are that you completely miss the object of your thoughts approaching you from behind, calling your name. “Don’t tell me you’re nodding off now, darling,” Astarion says, right next to you now. You jolt slightly at that before he continues. “Not when the night is so young.”

“I’m awake,” you respond, returning to the present. “I was just enjoying the lull. Everyone seems to want to talk today.”

“Ah, yes,” he murmurs. “I saw them speaking to you. I suppose I can’t blame them, you are a delectable little treat.”

You laugh and shake your head at him. “You don’t need any more flattery, I rejected them all. I already have plans, don’t I?”

He smirks, eyes crinkling in satisfaction. “That you do. I knew you had excellent taste.”

You wonder if that’s why he approached you, to ensure that you didn’t take anyone else up on their offers of carnal pleasure. You’re about to ask him when Alfira pops up on your other side.

“Helloooo,” she slurs, clearly in her cups, her heroic song long forgotten. “What are you both smiling about?”

“Oh, just discussing every sordid detail about our plans tonight,” Astarion says, leaning in conspiratorially. “In fact, it may even be of interest to you. Inspiration for some more romantic songs?”

Your face remains placid as your insides squirm. “I don’t think Alfira needs to hear all that.”

Alfira grabs Astarion by the shoulder eagerly and pulls him in for a side hug. She sways with him for a moment before responding, “Gods yes, I have been wanting to branch out. Musically, of course.”

“Of course,” he repeats before winking at you. You decide to trust him for the moment. “What would you like to know?”

With the kind of blind dexterity that only a drunk can exhibit, the bard pulls you in by the shoulders as well. The three of you are huddled, as if discussing an elaborate plan. “Ooooo, I’m just so excited,” she says, squeezing. “Tell me everything.”

You face Astarion head on now, both of you compressed to the same height. Catching his eye, you raise an eyebrow at him questioningly, as if to say, Now what?

Astarion doesn’t bat an eye at your concern, all practiced charm. Turning to Alfira he says, “Well, I heard that our newly minted hero here had to reject half a dozen suitors.”

Ah, you think. He wants to gloat, for everyone else to hear that he’s the one you chose tonight. You don’t mind, you haven’t exactly been subtle about your growing interest in Astarion. Some of your team had even remarked on your choice to seek him out first tonight.

A dramatic gasp escapes the bard. “Why would they do that?” Alfira’s eyes glitter with glee and a drunken glaze.

“Supposedly,” he pauses, turning back to you and locking eyes, “It was all to feel the embrace of their one, true love.”

You roll your eyes at this, and he laughs upon receiving the reaction he was hoping for. “That’s not what I heard,” you respond, taking his bait without hesitation.

“Really?” Alfira’s head spins to yours and you can feel her resting on your shoulder heavily as she stumbles. “What did’ya hear?”

“It turns out that a certain vampire,” your eyes dart to his before continuing, “has been pining pathetically for quite some time. Something about how his undead heart may never beat again without his valiant leader by his side?”

The bard nods in understanding. “Of course, vampires probably feel love…” She hiccups. “Differently?”

You nod back, not breaking eye contact with Astarion’s amused look. “From what I gather, he may never love like this again. It’s only natural that his darling leader would embrace him tonight.”

“Wow,” Alfira breathes out, awe-stricken by both of your words, and utterly oblivious to the playful smiles on both of your faces. “It sounds like, whichever of you is correct, love is in the air.”

Before either of you can respond, she takes you both by the shoulders and pushes you together. You both grunt in surprise as you narrowly avoid headbutting each other, your bodies pressing together forcibly with all the strength this small tiefling can muster.

“Embrace then!” she demands loudly.

Faces almost touching, stumbling into each other's arms, you can’t help but think that your taunting may have gone a step too far this time. You look to see that Astarion seems similarly surprised, not anticipating such gusto from Alfira.

Our bodies will be closer than this soon enough, you think to yourself, attempting to push down the awkwardness that seems to be bubbling up from a simple hug. But something seems different, weirdly more intimate, about this. Especially with how clearly Astarion is hesitating, looking like a cat trapped against its will. “Well?” you hiss at him quietly, so that Alfira can’t make it out.

The vampire chooses to ignore you, narrowing his eyes at the bard. “What a splendid idea, Alfira,” he says through gritted fangs. It’s then that he gives you quite possibly the worst hug you’ve ever received, all uncomfortable angles and stiff joints.

Gods below, someone get me out of this, you think.

Luckily, Alfira is too drunk to notice your discomfort. Utterly pleased with the display of affection, she says, “Ahhh, true love! I need to go write about this.” She practically falls off of the two of you, patting you both on the shoulders. “Thank you for inspiring me, and have fuuuun.” She teeters off, back toward the revelry, leaving you two alone and standing far too close.

You take a step back from him and break the silence, “That was all your fault, you know.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t expect her to be such a deranged drunk.”

“So we just pretend that never happened?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him. “Otherwise, I don’t know how much fun I’ll have later.”

Astarion returns back to his normal self in a heartbeat. “Pretend what just happened?”

“Good,” you say, nodding. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to reject at least two more people to keep up with the bard’s newest song.”

The vampire laughs, low and rumbling. “See you later, darling.”

#astarion #astarion x tav #fanfic #astarion fic #astarion x reader #rogue + rogue #astarion fanfiction #astarion fanfic #astarion fluff #astarion masterlist #hugs for a vampire #hfav #astarion x gn reader #astarion x gn!tav #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion

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soaringmirror · 2 years

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KEEPING YOU WAITING

Pairing: PM Boss!Dazai Osamu x fem!reader

a/n: it's dazai's day <3 miss soaringmirror is very horny for port mafia boss dazai to ruin her and this is it in words. Dazai simps and stans come forth this is for you

cw: NSFW & DARK CONTENT MDNI - gun play, knife play, face slapping (1), degradation, threats, teasing, oral m receiving, mention of saliva and blood, mating press, rough sex, creampie. Lmk if i've missed anything

wc: 1850

Knowing that Dazai was occupied with the endless stacks of work ever since he became the boss of the Port Mafia you wanted to taunt him. You reclined on the luxurious sofa sighing to yourself that he wasn't in your presence. You were unsure when he was going to return home.

Impatient, you grabbed your phone and dialled his number. "Yes belladonna? How can I help you during this fine hour?" Dazai mused. A playful smirk appeared on your face, "good evening to you love, just making sure you haven't forgotten about me. Things can get a little boring," you replied. The sound of Dazai's laughter filled your ears as his voice dropped an octave. "Aw, no sympathy for me sweetheart? You know how awfully busy I am, trying to run the Mafia since I slit Mori-san's throat."

"Hmmm, I suppose I should be a little more considerate of your schedule darling. I'll leave you be, I have a surprise for you so work hard for me Dazai," you said toying with the gun in your other hand. "A surprise for me belladonna? Hopefully it's not Chuuya's gloves. We still haven't replaced the other ones," he chuckled.

"Very funny but no, you'll see." After a brief goodbye you hung up and continued waiting ensuring you had everything ready. Meanwhile Dazai worked tirelessly planning the next steps for the Mafia. Hours passed, the clock across you read 2am. You were seated on the bed in dark red lingerie, a white satin robe draped over your body. 2am where you knew Dazai would be strolling through the streets of Yokohama possibly threatening someone in passing.

Ah how you loved that man giggling at the thought of the poor soul facing him. The rattle of the front door pulled you away from your thoughts. You sauntered downstairs to greet your husband witnessing him enter in one swift movement. Dazai closed the door, shutting the dirty deeds behind him. "Belladonna, how I've missed you," he greeted as he extended his bandaged arm, intertwining your hand in his.

"You're a little too late for sappy welcomes from me, but I'll forgive your tardiness this time," you grumbled. "Mmm I know, let me make it up to ⸻." Uninterested in his apology you yanked him close to you, your lips inches away before kissing him. It was a passionate kiss, letting his tongue roam in your mouth coaxing low groans from his throat. Opening your eyes you reached into the pocket of your robe and grasp the surprise while distracting him with your kiss.

Abruptly removing your lips, Dazai's eyes remained closed anticipating the return of your intoxicating kiss. Slowly, you ghost his lips before stuffing your soaked panties in his mouth while pressing the loaded gun to his temple. Dazai's eyes shot open, he knew this little trick of yours all too well. He swiftly held his knife against your throat, the blade millimetres away from slicing your delicate skin to the floor. It was as though he was unbothered by the panties in his mouth causing a loud chuckle to escape from you. As always Dazai was two steps ahead.

"I know I forgave you babe but I guess I'm in the mood to kill," you taunted, locking your gaze with his blood shot eyes. Suppressed by the lacy fabric, he let out a muffled groan provoking you to shove the gun further. "Now now Dazai, I want you so bad but you're testing me right now. Kneel and maybe I'll be nice." Obliging to your demand Dazai slowly sunk to his knees, dropping the knife to the floor. "Good." You paced around him, pointing the weapon in his direction before bending down giving him a good glance of your cleavage. The wine red bra teasing his gaze.

His jaw was still slack, saliva trickling down the sides of his chin. You knew his brilliant mind was busy strategizing his revenge but you teased him even more. You traced your fingers down his cheeks laughing as you knelt down to his level. Leaning in close you pulled your panties out of his mouth with your teeth. The way you provoked him was turning him on a lot more than he would like to admit.

Finally free from restraint, Dazai used his strength to knock the gun out of your grasp. He pinned you down to the floor sitting on your lower back, legs on either side of you. One hand restrained your wrists while the other was occupied with the weapon's muzzle directly on your neck. "Fuck I love the way you taste but do not play with my heart darling," he warned. From the corner of your eye you could see his warm smile juxtaposing his brutal actions. "You won't shoot, I know you won't," you challenged.

"You think this is a game? Do not test my patience doll." Dazai's voice was laced with caution as he dug the weapon further into your nape. The thrill of it all was beginning to make you feel needy for him, though you did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing. Humming to himself, Dazai took his time dragging the gun up and down your back. "Should've made your tongue useful in my pussy," you sighed. Silence followed by the clatter of the gun startled you as Dazai yanked your hair hard. "You have something to say slut? Actually, I don't think whores like you deserve to speak."

The burning sensation in your scalp was nothing compared to the way your cunt throbbed. "Up," he ordered, poking your back. Dazai guided you up the stairs while you remained silent. The door swung open with a forceful kick of his foot, the lights in your shared room already dimmed. With his teeth he yanked the robe off your skin before skillfully unclasping the fabric restraining your breasts. "Be a good girl and get on your knees," he whispered, pressing his erect length against your bare ass. The knife traced down your curves before Dazai let you free.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs apart, his patience wearing thin. Holding your breath, you sank to your knees tilting your head up in his direction. "Such an obedient whore you are belladonna," he beamed. The curl of his forefinger silently ordered you to move forward so you were inches away from his cock. You admired the pearl of precum glistening on his tip and the prominent veins that were visible on his shaft. Slowly, you squeezed his length before closing your lips around him. Dazai didn't have the time to wait for you to adjust, grabbing a fistful of your hair he pushed your head down on his length.

Forceful thrusts down on his cock made you gag, hot tears threatening to drip on the expensive carpet below you. The erotic sounds of Dazai's moans sent pleasure to your aching cunt, you didn't know how long it would be before your arousal would leak. "Faster. Do not test me," he smirked. He knew you were in desperate need of air, yet he adored the way your saliva dribbled down the corners of your mouth. The sensation drove him deeper into the back of your throat and his moans became louder. "That's it, gag. Fuck your mouth feels so good," he rasped. Dazai could've released his seed down your throat but the thought of overstimulating and filling your pussy was even more divine to him.

Suddenly placing his finger on the trigger, you released his cock. "Good girl," he cooed. "Aw babe were you close? About to come down my throat?" You taunted. "Still runnin' your fucking mouth are ya? I'll need to teach you a lesson," Dazai sighed as he landed a harsh slap across your face. Now visibly irritated, he clutched your hair dragging you up to the bed and threw you unceremoniously. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't slit your throat doll." You smirked before you could answer, "because you know you won't be able to find pussy as good as this Dazai," you reasoned.

Spreading your legs, you anticipated the delicious stretch of his cock. Instead Dazai pushed your legs to your chest, hovering over you. His eyes were dark and full of lust before letting out a sadistic laugh, "maybe I should breed this tight little cunt of yours." He unravelled his bandages with his teeth, letting you immerse in the glory of his naked state. Without warning, he bullied his way into your sopping pussy knocking the air out of your lungs. Dragging his cock all the way out he laughed again reminding you to breathe. A loud moan left your lips as you began to feel hazy with pleasure.

All the pent up stress was forced into your cunt as Dazai fucked your brains out. Each and every degrading word had you yearning for more, eyes rolling back as he thrusted faster and harder. The knife from earlier was never disregarded, in fact Dazai held it between his fingers pressing the tip against your skin as he continued thrusting and grunting. "Fuck belladonna, you love it when my cock is splitting you open don't you?" He groaned condescendingly. "Ah! Dazai 's too much! Fuck!" You yelled. Dazai pushed your legs against your chest even harder as he snapped his hips faster into your pussy, abusing the sweet spot that sent you over the edge.

"Haahh, belladonna you're gonna make me cum," he whined. The uncontrollable moans and pleads leaving your lips along with the way you were clenching around his dick made your eyes roll back in pleasure. Tossing the knife to the floor, Dazai's hands gripped your body as he slammed his hips, grunting before coming to a sudden stop. You let out a scream as you felt Dazai's hot cum releasing into your aching cunt filling you to the brim. Stillness filled the room, his cock throbbing as the last drops of his seed entered you giving you both a moment to recollect yourselves.

Heavy breaths echoed as he pulled out, observing the way his cum leaked out from your fucked out pussy. Too dazed to say anything you laid there panting, the colour draining from your cheeks. Dazai flopped onto the bed groaning into the afterglow of his orgasm. Suddenly turning to you, he captured your lips in a heated kiss drawing blood. "Fuckin test me again and I won't hold back darling," he chuckled. "Mmm then don't love, I won't be so easy on you next time," you replied still fucked out.

Soon after Dazai treated your limp body with care, running his fingers over the tender areas. He kissed you again, this time gentle and softly rubbed the scratches and bruises he inflicted on you. "Do not keep me waiting next time, Dazai," you mumbled. Instead of answering, he was already thinking of your next punishment. He was imagining the ruthlessness of his thrusts and your whimpers from the overwhelming sensation of all the things he was going to do.

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