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palettesofrenaissance · 3 months
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I thought to drop a link this fic here too because
I have been in a writing rut for over a year
Thought to branch to a different source material and branch out from my usual fluff and happy romance by trying to get into dark fics
I made a one-chapter that's more of a concept about this canon compliant AU
Saw this new film and fell in love with the lady with a beautiful voice that showed up for only like five seconds
Pretty please check it out and let me know what you think.
It's Permanent Marker on my ao3
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This could be the start of more content with potentially darker material starring this background character
If you like this please let me know. If you didn't, please be helpful with your words
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get-your-fics · 2 years
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I.O.U.
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Summary: You met the wrong one on the wrong night.
Pairing: Dark!vampire!Timothée x fem!vampire hunter!reader
Word count: 6.3k
Warnings: Non-con oral (female receiving), biting, blood, mind control, slight breeding kink
Note: this is for @cocoamoonmalfoy’s Jack o’ Lanterns in July Writing Event! i chose the song “Wrong Turn” by Kim Petras as my inspiration for this fic. thanks cocoa for hosting such a fun event! it definitely got me in the spooky spirit 🧛
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You promised yourself you’d never step foot in a place like this, and yet here you were.
You stood in front of the bouncer who was at least a head taller than you with biceps thicker than your legs. The flashing light of the neon sign above him reflected off his shiny, bald head. “I need to talk to the crypt keeper.”
His stoic expression didn’t shift a smidge. “State your business.”
“It doesn’t concern you.” Your face was just as blank.
He stared at you for a moment, sizing you up. “He’s in the middle of something.”
“Well, then tell him to clear this schedule.”
He cracked the tiniest hint of a smirk. “Or what?”
“I’ll have my buddies down at the station come talk to him instead, and who knows what they might find inside?” You leaned closer. “Or you can save yourself the trouble and take me to him. It’s your call.”
The tugging at the corners of his lips disappeared. His face hardened, his eyes boring into you like you’d break if he stared long enough.
You must’ve won out, ‘cause he gave in. “Follow me,” he grunted before turning around and marching into the club.
You stood at the threshold, staring down the staircase leading to the depths below. You could feel the shuddering bass of music thudding in your chest, and blood red lights pulsing like the beat of a heart illuminated the way down.
If there was a staircase to heaven, then this must be the way to hell.
You shook off your apprehension and took a step forward, then another, and another, until you were halfway down the steps and swallowed in the black abyss.
It’s been twenty years since the discovery of vampires. After some initial friction, a truce was called and vampires were fully integrated into society. There were enough willing donors that both sides agreed to coexist in peace (though maybe they were more afraid of what’d happen if they didn’t).
You still had your doubts though, even despite the influx of romance novels and chick flicks painting vampires as misunderstood creatures. You knew when the cold, chilling breath of a monster eased down your lungs that they were anything but human. These were bloodthirsty killing machines who would stop at nothing to enact their every sadistic urge. The only difference between them and a wild animal was they were better at hiding it.
It wasn’t long until places like this started showing up, underground seedy clubs where thirsty vampires could go to feed and bite junkies could get their fix. The Crypt was one of the most notorious, the owner only known as the crypt keeper even more so. You should’ve known it’d only be a matter of time before your line of work required you to venture inside.
You descended the last step into the den of thieves, the thundering squeal of an electric guitar hitting you full force. Wails and moans rang out above the incessant noise, though it was hard to tell if they were out of anguish or pleasure. You supposed there wasn’t really a difference here.
It was the dead of night, and the club was at its liveliest. The air reeked of sex and smoke, and you wrinkled your nose at the coppery scent of blood. It smothered your nostrils until you felt like it was nearly suffocating you.
You sidled between undulating bodies as you followed after the bouncer. It was too dark to tell if people were giving you weird looks, though you were sure you stuck out like a sore thumb. You caught glimpses of silhouettes enshrouded in shadow, half-naked bodies clad in leather and lace moving together in a hypnotizing rhythm. You thought you saw a flash of white teeth, and your hand shot to the handle of the machete you kept in a holster strapped to your thigh.
It was still resting there when the bouncer’s broad shoulders stopped in front of a beaded curtain. He parted the beads with his large hands and held them open, gesturing for you to go in first.
You eyed him as you passed by and tentatively entered the room. It was a lounge outfitted with enough crush red velvet sofas to seat twenty people, but it was largely empty. The din of the club fell away behind the curtain, replaced by a loud slurping noise and a high-pitched keen.
Your eyes followed the source of the noise to find a couple on the sofa. The woman’s head was thrown back and her body arched. Her eyes were rolled back until only the whites were showing, and her lips were parted, allowing a litany of breathy moans to flow out.
The man was hunched over her, his sharp shoulder blades rippling under the fabric of his suit jacket. You could only see a mess of dark hair where his head met her neck, the strap of her dress pulled down low enough to expose a pink, perky nipple. His hand disappeared under her skirt, though you knew what he was doing judging by the way her thighs squeezed together.
That loud sucking sounded again, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You knew that sound all too well. You’d heard it countless times before, the first when you were a little girl hiding in your parents’ closet.
“Sir,” the gruff voice of the bouncer broke you out of your thoughts, and it caused the man to stop drinking too, “there’s someone here to see you.”
He lifted his head from the woman’s neck, still turned away from you. “Can’t it wait?” he groaned.
“I’m afraid not,” you spoke up.
He whirled around to glare at you, and you weren’t at all prepared for the face you were met with. Even contorted in frustration, he was still strikingly beautiful, with silky locks of raven hair framing skin as smooth and pale as marble. His features looked like they’d been carved as such, from the sharp line of his jaw to the sculpted curve of his cheekbones. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared into bright red eyes framed by thick, dark lashes.
His expression evened out as he looked at you, his forehead going placid and his brows no longer drawn low over hooded eyes. His gaze raked over you long and slow. Blood dribbled out of the corner of his mouth, and he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand. Besides the smear of red, there weren’t any stains on his attire. He was a neat eater. You wondered how long he’d had to practice.
He waved away the bouncer lazily. “Leave us.” He turned to the woman beside him. “Go get bandaged up, my dear.”
She tugged her strap up her shoulder and shimmied the hem of her dress down as she stood up. She walked past you in a daze, her eyes out of focus. She was covered in bite marks from head to toe, some fresh and pink and others old and silvered. Every inch of her skin was marred with scars like track marks, but your gaze caught on the one on her neck. Blood dribbled out of the puncture wound, the skin around it puckered with scar tissue. She’d been bitten there before.
It was obvious she was a bite junkie. Several more just like her were probably a stone’s throw away in the club, people addicted to the high when they’re bit and the stupor that follows after. Some get hooked after surviving a close encounter with a vamp, while others actively sought it.
The bouncer and the woman exited the lounge, leaving you alone with this disarmingly stunning man. You were still taken aback as he stood up from the sofa. You’d expected the crypt keeper to look like… well, the crypt keeper. Dried up and wrinkled with a milky film over his eyes and paper thin skin so translucent you could see the veins underneath like some of the older vampires you’d seen.
But the man before you didn’t look any older than you, boyish with a healthy shine to his hair and a youthful glow to his skin. Though you knew better than to trust the appearances of vampires. Some were known to shapeshift into other forms, even using a glamor to make themselves more appealing to their prey.
“You know, it’s rude to interrupt someone during a meal,” he said, his voice as clear as the peel of a silver bell.
You steeled yourself, refusing to fall victim to his trickery. “This is important.” You stood up straighter, elongating your spine to make yourself as tall and intimidating as possible. “It can’t wait.”
“Well, if that’s the case,” he held his arms out wide, “what can I do for you, detective?”
You furrowed your brow. “I’m not a cop.”
“Oh, I know. But you run with them, don’t you? You help them out when they’re in need of some vampire expertise.” He tilted his head. “And if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck…”
“How do you know that?” you snapped.
He chuckled, a smirk spreading across his face. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you. It’s in my best interest to watch out for anyone who could become a threat to my business.”
“And you think I could be a threat?” You quirked a brow.
He shrugged. “I think if you know what’s good for you, then you won’t.”
You folded your arms over your chest. “Now I think I’m the one being threatened.”
He held his hands up in surrender. “I mean no harm, though I can’t say the same for you.” He cocked his head like a curious puppy. “I’m surprised to see you here. I didn’t think you’d be caught dead in a place like this.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I can feel your hatred for my kind practically rolling off you in waves.” His lips parted in a grin. “It’s quite potent. Tangible, even.”
Your brows inched up your forehead, the only physical sign of your shock at how perceptive he was. “Then you should know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.”
“The floor is yours, my dear.” He gestured to the sofa. “Make yourself at home.”
You didn’t move a muscle. “A woman is dead. The police found her drained of all her blood.”
“A vamp, no doubt…” He stroked his smooth chin.
“She was covered in bite marks.”
“…And a bite junkie!” He threw his hands in the air. “Excuse me, darling, but I fail to see how I’m involved in any of this.”
“Because some people I talked to said she was a regular here.” You reached inside your leather jacket and pulled out a photo. “Does she look familiar?”
You held it up to him. He leaned closer as his eyes scanned over the image taken at the crime scene of a bruised and battered corpse left to rot behind a dumpster. Her dress hung off of her body in shreds, and her jugular had practically been ripped out, her head all but separated from her shoulders.
He whistled low, observing the carnage. “This is quite a piece of work you have here.” He tapped his finger against his lower lip, the rings adorning his knuckles glittering in the low light. “I may have seen her face around once or twice.” He glanced up from the photo at you. “You’re not here because I’m a suspect, are you?”
“That depends.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Is there a reason you should be?”
He didn’t look fazed in the slightest. “Whoever did that,” he pointed to the photo, “is a monster, and I can assure you” he pressed his hand against his chest, “I’m no monster.”
You gritted your teeth together. “That remains to be proven,” you muttered under your breath.
He clicked his tongue. “A stickler for evidence, are we?”
You stuffed the photo back in your jacket. “Do you know anything that is relevant to the case?”
He hummed. “I may know a thing or two.” He smiled at you. “But what’s in it for me?”
“I don’t haul your ass down to the station for obstruction of justice.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re not a cop, remember?”
“But it wouldn’t be hard to get a warrant to tear this place apart.” A smug smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. “And I don’t think you’d want all your dirty little secrets brought into the light of day.”
“I promise you, dear, everything here is above board.” His grin was a little too wide for your liking.
You raised a brow at that. The rumor mill ran rampant, and you’d heard plenty of speculation that The Crypt harbored more than just freaks and addicts. You’d heard talk that the club was merely a front for a blood smuggling operation, most likely from unwilling participants. And after talking to the owner for long enough, you wouldn’t be surprised if it all turned out to be more fact than fiction. “Then maybe you wouldn’t mind if I made a call to the station.”
“You’re not the only one with friends on the force.” He wagged a finger at you. “And who knows how long all that could take? By the time you get officers through the door, your killer could strike again.”
You swallowed hard. That was enough to make you pause. You couldn’t risk any more innocent human lives falling victim to some out of control vamp. You put that above anything else, even above your own well being.
It appeared he’d called you on your bluff.
“What do you want?” you asked tersely.
You wanted to smack the resulting smirk off his face. “Nothing much, really.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a favor.”
“Get to the point,” you seethed.
“It’ll be for a later date, like an I.O.U. of sorts.” He sauntered closer to you elegantly, like a panther stalking its prey. “One day, I will call upon you, and you will have to be prepared to do whatever I ask. In exchange, I’ll tell you whatever you need to know.” He outstretched a pale hand to you. “Do you think you can live with that?”
You stared down at his normal, unassuming hand, nothing out of the ordinary, no visible trace of the unbridled power and strength you knew lurked more than skin deep. You knew better than to underestimate the wiles of a monster who could pass as human.
Maybe you had tread the way to hell, and now you were making a deal with the devil.
“It better be fucking worth it,” you hissed before gripping his hand tight.
His skin felt like ice against yours, no blood rushing through it to give it warmth. He gave your hand a firm shake, squeezing just enough to make your spine go rigid. A smirk toyed at the corners of his lips, and you glowered at him. He could shatter every bone in your hand as easily as snapping a pencil lead if he wanted.
He let go of your hand. “Now that I think of it, there was an incident involving this young woman a few weeks back.” He pursed his lips thoughtfully. “One of the vamps had gotten too rough with her and had to be escorted out. After all, we’re not animals here. We treat our playthings with respect,” he teased.
You grinded your teeth together, but let his jab go. “What was his name?”
“It started with a C… Charles…” He snapped his fingers over and over to jog his memory. He perked up. “Charles Henry, I believe it was. I can’t be sure. I didn’t have so much as a conversation with the man.”
“That’ll do.” You took out your notepad and jotted the name in big letters across the yellow page.
“Will that be all?” He moved closer until his expensive cologne invaded your senses. “Or can I offer you a drink?”
You looked up at him, unamused. “Not unless you’re ready to call in your favor.”
His lips peeled apart into a wide grin. “Oh, no. I’m saving that for a rainy day.”
You blinked at him. “Then I’ll be on my way.”
“Thank you for stopping by.” He bent at the waist in a mock bow. “I do hope you catch him. The last thing us vamps need is someone going around tarnishing our reputation.”
You scoffed. “Good luck with that.”
You turned and started back the way you came. You froze in your tracks when he called out behind you, “Oh, detective?”
You wanted to correct him yet again, but instead you whipped around, staring at him expectantly.
“Your jacket.” He gestured to the garment, a taunting smirk on his lips. “Red’s a good color on you.”
You rolled your eyes at him before stepping through the beaded curtain.
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You caught up to Charles Henry before he could claim another life, but by then, the damage was already done.
Word spread about what he’d done to that woman far and wide, and it wasn’t long before tensions between humans and vampires were back on the rise. There were less willing donors, which meant less blood and more hungry vamps. Bloodsucker safe havens like The Crypt were forced to close their doors, either due to lack of business or the police cracking down on illicit vamp activity.
The demand for a private investigator who specialized in hunting down creatures of the night was at an all time high. People seemed to crawl out of the woodwork looking for vamps for one reason or another: justice, vengeance, or downright hatred. It didn’t matter much to you. The more of them off the street, the better.
Your work kept you busy, but that didn’t stop the crypt keeper’s vague request from looming over your head like a dark rain cloud bound to storm at any minute. You jumped every time the phone rang (which was a lot these days), and when you answered, you waited to hear the cool, alluring cadence of his voice on the other end of the line, but it was never him.
When you found a free moment, you were usually in bed, staring at the ceiling and willing yourself to sleep that would never come. Thoughts of what he’d cash in his favor for swirled in your head. You wondered if he’d make you drive a delivery truck full of smuggled blood bags across the border, or tamper with police records or sneak into evidence lockup, get you to sweep some run-in with the law under the rug. The thought of him making you kill someone made your blood run cold in your veins, and you’d have to shake yourself out of it, steering your train of thought to the most recent case.
You were way in over your head, and you didn’t even know what he wanted from you yet.
When he finally called upon you, it was through an envelope slipped through the mail slot in the door to your apartment. It was sealed with an intricate crest stamped into thick, red wax. It looked like something straight out of the medieval times.
You cracked it open and were even more baffled by the letter inside. Your eyes scanned over the cursive words written in black ink:
I request your presence tomorrow afternoon at The Crypt. I hope I do not have to tell you what happens to people who renege on their deals, my dear.
-T.C.
You read the letter several times over until the words started to blur together. It was short and to the point, yet ominous and threatening nonetheless. If the initials weren’t enough to give away who it was from, you could practically hear him purring “my dear” into your ear with that snide tone of his.
Your stomach was in knots as you went to The Crypt the next day. You thought about not going, of course, but that was out of the question. If you didn’t show up, you had no doubt he’d send his men to come get you. He’d already made it plenty clear that he knew where you lived.
The same bouncer from the other day was at the door waiting for you, and you couldn’t help but revert to humor as your defense mechanism. “Miss me, Baldy?”
He didn’t say anything, but judging by the blank look on his face he wasn’t amused. He turned and descended the staircase wordlessly. You figured that was your cue and followed him down.
It was strange seeing the club in daylight and completely empty, not a soul in sight. It felt fundamentally wrong, even more so than when it was packed from wall to wall. It was flooded with fluorescent light, no longer saturated in a deep red hue. Part of you thought it appeared with the presence of the moon and vanished when the sun rose.
Instead of taking you to the private lounge like last time, the bouncer guided you upstairs to what looked like someone’s apartment. He stopped at a door, rapping his large knuckles against the wood before calling out, “She’s here.”
There was a pause before a low, raspy voice replied, “Send her in.”
The bouncer opened the door and gestured you inside. You barely managed to step past the threshold before the door slammed shut behind you. You looked back at it, a voice in your head screaming at you to turn back, but you suppressed your survival instincts.
You turned back to face the four poster bed draped with white linens and scarlet chiffon. There was a figure sitting on the far edge with his back to you as still as a statue. You couldn’t even tell if he was breathing.
You crept a step closer, the floorboards under your foot creaking with the movement. The windows were boarded up, so you had to squint to make out the figure in the dark. “Cryptkeeper?” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper, but deafening in the otherwise silent room.
There was a beat before the figure wheezed a breathy laugh. “Please, call me Timothée, darling.” The mattress groaned in complaint under him as he shifted to face you. “After all, we’re about to know each other a lot better.”
You couldn’t stifle the gasp that left you as you took in his appearance. His skin was impossibly pale and clung to his bones like shrink wrap. His hair hung limp from his head, the color dull and lifeless. A pair of shades obscured his eyes, and his lips were dry and cracked. He looked like a talking corpse.
“Oh, my God.” Your brow furrowed. “What happened to you?”
He rose to his feet, and your gaze fell to his silk robe hanging off of his wispy frame. He looked emaciated, every ridge of his ribs showing. He was nothing more than skin and bones, like a strong breeze could blow him over.
He lowered his head as he reached up and removed his shades. When he looked up at you, your breath caught in your throat. His eyes were pitch black like shark smelling blood in the water.
“You did,” he seethed.
Your muscles locked into place, your feet rooting themselves to the floor. “What are you talking about?”
He scoffed, and you flinched at the harsh noise. “Don’t act like you don’t know. Because of you, all of my usual meals are suddenly busy.”
“Because of me?” Your temper flared. “Maybe it’s because people are starting to wake up and see that we’re letting monsters who could kill us if they so choose walk the streets.”
“Where would you rather see us? Behind bars?” He cocked his head. “Or maybe six feet under?”
You clenched your jaw. “That wouldn’t be enough and you know it.”
He laughed, though it was more condescending than out of amusement. “You do know your stuff.” He grasped his hands behind his back. “Perhaps on top of a funeral pyre then?”
You didn’t respond, merely meeting his intense stare with one of his own.
His lips curled into a smirk. “So your true feelings are finally revealed.” His voice was hoarse. “Well, your undoing will be by your own hand. It’s because of you that I know what you owe me now.”
“Get on with it,” you hissed through gritted teeth.
He coughed out a chuckle. “Eager, are we?” He quirked a brow. “I don’t think that’ll last once you hear what I ask of you.”
“Just tell me what it is.” You pressed your lips into a thin line.
His smirk widened to an unabashed grin. “Since my usual meals are all preoccupied because of you, the least you could do is fill in for them.”
Your lashes fluttered as you blinked at him in disbelief. You couldn’t quite understand what he was saying at first. “You want me to… to…” you trailed off, unable to voice it aloud.
“Let me feed from you?” he finished for you, a teasing smirk toying at the corners of his lips. “I warned you you wouldn’t like it one bit, darling.”
You shook your head vehemently. “No, no way. I refuse.”
His brow furrowed. “That’s not how this works.” He rounded the side of the bed. “You agreed when the time came, you’d do what I asked of you.”
“I never agreed to do that,” you spat.
“So you go back on your word then?” he argued. “You’re not a woman of honor?”
“I have more self respect than to let a leech feed from me like a parasite,” you bit.
He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath like he was steeling himself. “I can hear your heart beating from here, you know.” When they opened, his eyes were somehow even darker than before, like two blackholes sucking you into them. “It’s taking everything in me right now not to tear open your throat with my teeth and drain you dry.” It seemed like you’d finally managed to rattle him, his carefully crafted image unraveling to reveal the brute underneath. “You should be supplicating to me.”
“I’m not afraid of you.” It wasn’t your first time being confronted with a hungry vamp, and you doubted it’d be your last either.
“You will be.” He took a step towards you.
In a flash, you reached for the machete strapped to your thigh and raised it in the air. He was in front of you in a flash, moving too fast for the human eye to comprehend. His hand shot out and grabbed your wrist before you could bring the machete down.
You tried to shake him off, but his vice-like grip didn’t budge an inch. Even starving, he still possessed more strength than you. You stood nearly nose to nose, both snarling in each other’s faces. The silver blade of the machete gleamed high above your head.
“What are you going to do now, detective?” His dark eyes seemed to take up the whole of your vision. “You can’t escape.”
You refused to let his taunting get to you. You were sure the bouncer had locked you in, but you’ve scraped by the hair on your chin out of worse messes before. He must have some sort of weakness you could use to your advantage.
He hummed in amusement. He leaned closer until his breath ghosted your lips as he whispered, “Drop it.”
Your expression went blank. Your mind emptied of all thoughts until your head was hollow except for his words bouncing around inside your skull. Your hand went slack, and the handle of the machete slipped from your grip. The sound as it clattered against the ground futilely was like a bomb going off.
His command stopped ringing in your ears, and you snapped out of whatever trance he’d put you under. “How did you do that?“ you breathed.
His lips peeled apart into a smirk. “You’re not the only one with tricks up your sleeve.”
You stared at him in disbelief. You’d heard stories of vampires who had mind control abilities, but you’d merely thought it myth, and you’d certainly never witnessed any before in the flesh. He was clearly older and wiser than his boyish appearance would have you think.
So much for him having a weakness.
He let go of your wrist, and your arm dropped to your side. “Get on the bed.” He stepped away from you, finally giving you space to breathe. “Lay on your back.”
You internally screamed at yourself to stop as you made your way over to the bed, to not listen to him. But it was like your own body had betrayed you and was holding you hostage. You felt like you were inside a waking dream and all you could do was go through the motions and see how it would play out.
You did as he said, laying with your back against the mattress. He climbed on after you, hovering over you. “Good girl,” he praised, reaching out to stroke your cheek with his finger. “See? Isn’t it so much easier when you obey me?”
You didn’t answer, choosing to stare up at him in disgust instead. You could feel your pulse pounding, blood rushing in your ears. He traced an invisible line down your face and over your jaw. He stopped at the hem of your turtleneck, snorting.
“Did you really think this would be enough to deter me? A flimsy piece of fabric?” He hooked his finger under your turtleneck and pulled it away from you before letting it snap back into place. He laughed as you winced.
His eyes ran lower down your body, a growl rumbling low in his chest. “I wonder what you’ve been hiding under all this leather.” He sat up, straddling your waist. “Take off the jacket.”
Your limbs started moving before his words even fully registered. You lifted yourself up as much as you could with him on top of you and shrugged off your jacket. Once it was down your arms, he tore it away from your body, tossing it across the room.
He stared down at you through hooded eyes as his hands smoothed down your sides, lingering on your curves. “Much better,” he practically purred. He reached down and fiddled with the button on your jeans.
Your muscles tensed as your brow wrinkled in confusion. “What are you doing?”
“I’m a man of taste, detective.” He smirked up at you as he dragged the zipper down. “I prefer my meals to be slightly… aroused. It gives the blood more flavor.”
You blanched as he rolled your jeans down your thighs. No, you weren’t in a dream. You were in a nightmare.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who despises our kind so much.” He tugged your jeans off your feet. “Tell me, why is your hatred so vehement?”
The words felt like they were ripped from your throat. “My parents were killed by a vampire when I was little.”
His expression barely even changed as your boots were next to go. “Really?” He shed his robe, and it joined your clothes on the floor. “And yet you managed to survive the encounter?”
“They hid me in the closet and sacrificed themselves.” You felt like the memory was replaying before your eyes as you recounted it, like you were watching blood spray on the bedroom walls as you peeked through a crack in the door, listening to the tear and squelch of flesh in horror. “He was so distracted by the blood I was able to escape.”
“Your parents were that tasty, huh?” You would’ve smacked him if you had control of your limbs. “I suppose if anything was enough to cement your prejudice against us, it would be watching your parents get slaughtered before your very own eyes.”
He grabbed your legs and parted them with ease. He settled in between them, his face inches away from your fabric-covered core. He hummed, his breath tickling your skin. His gaze was laser-focused on your core. “You’re already wet, and I’ve barely even touched you.”
You didn’t believe him until his tongue ran up the length of your slit over your panties. You couldn’t help the yelp that escaped your lips, squirming on the mattress under his ministrations.
He let up, but not for long as he ripped your panties away with ease. He dove back in, his tongue poking through your petals before finding your clit. He lapped at the sensitive nub with kitten licks, driving you wild. Against your better judgment, your hips bucked up into him, seeking more friction.
He latched his lips onto your clit and sucked. You threw your head back until you were half hanging off of the bed. You were embarrassingly close to orgasm, though in all fairness it had been a while since you’d been touched.
He pulled away and replaced his lips with his fingers, rubbing fast circles over your clit. “Almost there, you’re so close,” he cooed. “Just a little bit more…”
He coaxed you closer to the edge until your legs were twitching. Just before you hit your peak, his head reared back. His mouth opened to expose a flash of deadly sharp fangs. There was no time to protest before they sunk into your thigh.
Your back arched as you let out an agonized scream. White hot pain spread throughout your entire body so bad your vision blurred. But just as quickly as it happened, his fangs retracted, and the pain gave way to the most blissful pleasure you’d ever known.
The moan that left you didn’t even sound like it came from you as he sucked at the wound. Your orgasm hit you without warning, sweeping you under a tidal wave of pleasure. It felt like you were outside of your body floating on a cloud as you rode your high.
After what seemed like hours but you knew reasonably had only been minutes, your body sagged limp against the bed. Your chest was heaving, and your skin was sticky with sweat. You weren’t sure if that was one long orgasm or one after another in succession.
Even though your head was still spinning, you sat up enough to look down. Through your bleary gaze, you saw blood trickling down from where he lapped at the bite mark on your thigh, red staining the sheets. He pulled away and ran his tongue over his lips.
“Sorry, I’m not usually this messy.” He swiped at his mouth and licked his fingers, careful not to waste a single drop. “I guess that happens when you go hungry for too long.”
He looked up at you from in between your legs. He was healthy again, with a radiant glow to his skin and a plumpness to the apples of his cheeks. His eyes were no longer dark but instead a bright crimson, colored with your blood.
There was something nagging at you in the back of your brain, like an itch you couldn’t scratch. He peered at you curiously. “You crave it again already, don’t you?” He tilted his head. “That release only I can give you.”
You turned your face away, hoping that if he couldn’t look into your eyes he couldn’t see that he was right. Every cell in your body was singing at his proximity to you, begging him to bite you again.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want soon enough.” He crawled over you until your body was covered with his. “I’ll get you addicted to me, just as addicted as I’ll be to you. My own personal little blood whore.”
Your eyes welled with tears. It wouldn’t be long before the after effects set in, before your veins felt like they were on fire. You understood now why bite junkies were willing to kill, cheat, and steal for their next fix.
“We’re connected now, detective, and with civil war on the horizon, you should be grateful to me.” He reached out and brushed his fingertips along your jaw. “We won’t stand for being ruled by our food for much longer. It’s only a matter of time before a riot breaks out and grows into a full on rebellion, all because you couldn’t let one little naughty vamp go.”
A tear rolled down your cheek before you could stop it. You wished you’d never stepped foot in The Crypt that day, that you’d just turned around and marched away. Then none of this would’ve come to pass.
“But I’ll give you a place of importance among the chaos. You’ll give rise to a new generation, a breed that will put an end to the fighting.” His hair hung around you, forming a shroud. “Most vampires don’t have the… willpower to impregnate a woman without killing her, but then again, most vampires aren’t me.”
You sniffled. Feeding from you was just the precursor to what he really wanted.
His lips pulled apart into a grin, his fangs glinting in the dark. “That’s why I brought you here, detective. I chose you for a reason. Your stubbornness, your resoluteness, is going to come in handy down the road.” It was like he was reading your mind, and at this point for all you knew he could. “Together, we’ll be their salvation. They’ll worship us as their rightful leaders.”
Your chin started to wobble. He faked a pout. “I told you you’d be scared.” He tilted your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “This is where you belong, under me. I’ll make sure you never forget your place again.”
You suppressed a sob. Your luck had finally run out. There was no way out of this one.
You were at the mercy of a monster.
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void21 · 2 years
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LITERALLY HOW IS THIS MAN REALL?!?😫
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motherofdogs1010 · 24 days
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Of Messiahs and Seeds I (Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader)
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Summary: Emperor Paul of House Atreides has set forth with expansion of his empire on the planets that have resisted and has now come across the last stronghold that resists him: Terra Millennium...
Warnings: eventual 18+, dark!fic, eventual forced marriage, eventual NONCON, eventual pregnancy, dark!Paul Atreides, more to come as story progresses
A/N: Reader is inspired by Daenarys Targaryen with dragons and Sailor Moon's Silver Crystal lol, so I hope you all enjoy!! Terra is similar to Earth, I imagined Lord York to be Tyrion Lannister so please picture that
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😈 Dividers by @firefly-graphics 😈 Banner by @vase-of-lilies
Part II
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"Terra Millennium stands as a enomely in the universe for their rejection against the Empire", the hologram records said. "A two-century long battle was waged for the planet through the Great Houses yet the people won through the help of someone they have since called 'The Conqueror'."
Paul had heard of the Terra Millennium, their planet one of lush greenery, vast oceans and an abundance of resources that the previous Emperor had tried countless times to harvest just as House Harkonnen had done with the Spice on Arrakis, but alas, no one had ever been successful in mining Terra Millennium. He had heard that they experience something called 'seasons', he wondered what that was.
Just as he had done with Arrakis, Paul sat in his private room, watching hologram clips of Terra Millennium as his fleet flew to the planet to finally land conquest through the help of the Fremen.
"Anthropologists have never been able to stay long on the planet or among the people, but what has been gathered is the people have rejected the teachings of the Bene Gesserit, labeling it as hertic literature."
Terra Millennium was an odd planet with an odd people who had unusually long live spans, being able to live into their thousands without a single wrinkle or grey, they repented against the Bene Gesserit, the use of the Spice; he had heard of the people of that land believing solely in the ruling Queens because of a crystal, one of immense power that was sought after.
"Characterized by their white hair, the ruling House of L/N have upheld the traditional values of the planet, which has a population of over 1 billion. Only female heirs have been able to inherit the throne and it is rumored that a single crystal that is worn by every ruling Queen is said to hold immense power that has granted its people longevity, peace and prosperity."
A knock interrupted his research, Paul seeing Stilgar walk in followed by Gurney.
"Muad'Dib, we have touched land on Terra Millennium", Stilgar said, "they have responded to our communication message."
"What did they say?" he asked, Gurney chuckled.
"They said if we proceed with our mission, they will see it as an act of war", Gurney said, "they're real hard asses here."
"You've been, Gurney?" Paul asked, curious.
"Once", Gurney replied, "I came with your father on a diplomatic assignment, but that was with their previous Queen Helene. This one is new, just coronated a few months ago."
He thought back to the new dreams he had been having of a woman whose hair was the color of white that hung down near the ground in large curls, whose eyes were hard and the color of lilac with the roar of a great beast that rung in his ears when he would awaken from his dreams.
Unlike his dreams with Chani, these felt different now that he had drunken the Water of Life. His visions of the woman consisted of a gentle breeze sweeping through her hair, it curling around her as she was dressed in a long, white silk dress that clung to her body and trailed in a long train behind her with woven golden in the upper bodice. She stood on a tall pillar of crystal, a tall scepter in her hands that she was raising above her head as the breeze picked up.
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Soon, the dreams melted in a great war as crystals encapsulating him, a bright light that blinded him yet filled him with warmth and security.
"Show them the full might of the Empire", Paul said, "after all, they are in the presence of the Muad'Dib."
And it was those eyes that greeted him when he finally set foot on the pavement of Terra Millennium with its tall structures that were made of variously colored crystals.
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Neo-Queen Amaris was the regal name Y/N had chosen to go by when she took the throne a mere few months ago. Of course, she went by her name, Y/N in private with those closets to her and only by her regal name with others.
Y/N had heard the rumors of the new Emperor wanting to claim her home, her people; he wanted to bring her planet into the vastly growing empire that he ruled under as a supposed Messiah to the Fremen and Bene Gesserit: Muad'Dib. Everyone had heard of how he supposedly liberated Arrakis and the Fremen people, marrying Princess Irulan as a political move to secure his position as the new Emperor.
Only a few days ago did a message come into their Communication's Hub from the Emperor about finally claiming Terra Millennium for not only himself but for the Fremen as it would be their 'Green Paradise'.
War will come to Terra Millennium if you refuse to submit, the message read.
"My Queen", her advisor, Lord York, said as she sat on her throne. "Reports have come in that the Atreides fleet has made contact on the landing pad near the Capital. Scouts have seen the Atreides Army beginning to get ready."
Lord York was a man of small stature with a head full of bronze curls and dark brown eyes that always looked calculated as if he was already ten steps ahead.
Y/N looked over at Lord York before bringing a hand to the crystal that hung around her neck on a chain that could never be removed from her neck before slowly standing up from her throne that was encrusted in gemstones.
"I believe it is time we greet them", she said, looking over her court. "After all, hospitality is what our people are known for."
And it is not like they have any chance of having their weapons working; outside weaponry not from Terra M had no chance of working and she wondered what their reactions would be once they realized this.
"But before we go", Lord York said, "may I make a suggestion?"
Y/N made a motion to the man, who gave a nod and said, "I believe it is our Queen's best interest to wear your ancestor, The Conqueror's crown and scepter to greet our guests. It would show the great strength you possess, a message to not only the Great Houses but the Emperor as well."
"That sounds like a great idea."
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"You are the presence of our Neo-Queen", a man said with a thick facial beard, "first of her name, descendant of our goddess Selene and The Conqueror, wielder of the great Silver Crystal, Mother of all, Neo-Queen Amaris."
Paul watched as the man motioned to the woman he had been dreaming about, he could see that as the breeze came that she wore no shoes; all the Terrians didn't despite their silken clothes as they stood amongst the tall crystal structures. They had landed as close to the Capital, finding that there was a landing pad despite the relatively isolated nature of the planet.
"I welcome you, Paul of House Atreides", she said with a stoic expression. "But now you must leave."
The woman, their Queen Amaris, looked upon them with a hint of annoyance as she held a large scepter in one hand that was as tall as Duncan Idaho had been with gold and gem embellishments, but what was curious was that at the top of the scepter where it looked as if a missing piece was needed. The crown she wore on her head was large, glittering in diamonds and curved up into a point as she stood there, her hair having a few small braids that pulled the framing hair away with kiss curls on her forehead.
"Leave?" Paul said with some amusement.
Irulan stood next to him dressed in a silver mesh outfit, a metal hair net that connected over into her dress that held down her short blonde hair. Paul was glad that he Voiced the woman to stop talking, she would not stop and frankly, he had no desire to try and pursue a romantic relationship with the woman after Chani chose to leave further into Arrakis.
His mother stood amongst them, holding the bundled form of his sister, Alia.
"I did not realize a Emperor could have poor hearing", Amaris said, "you are not welcome on Terra Millennium nor do we plan on allowing for you to colonize us. Terra M remains alone."
Paul took in the way she spoke, her accent one he had never heard before and the formal way of speaking. He noticed the large gem that hung around her neck, it sparkled in the sunlight as she stood there and looked to be the size of a her palm.
"Also, we did not apperciate your Bene Gesserit coming", she continued, "spreading their heretic language, you will find them in the Prisoner's Bay."
"You don't believe in the Muad'Dib, the Kwisatz Haderach?" Paul asked.
"We believe in our Queen, may her reign be as prosperous as Selene", the bearded man said.
The Queen just looked at him with contempt, he saw her lip curl a little in annoyance.
And it was that look that made something stir deep in Paul and made him feel something that he never felt before. She looked at him as if he was a bug ready to be squashed underneath her foot
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He wanted to possess the woman in front of him, at all costs and he didn't care who he had to kill... he was going to.
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The Break-In
Harry was on a business trip with a couple of co-workers, leaving his girlfriend all alone at her house. She begins to notice strange things going on around her until suddenly, everything becomes more intense.
SMUT; Kinks included: Gangbang (4 people), deep penetration, Daddy/Sir/Mister kinks, Squirting, Deepthroating, Dildos, Gaping, Anal, Oral, Creampies
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The house was quiet. Too quiet. But there was Rani, filling the noise of the bathroom with some 2000s R&B music and humming along to Mary J. Blige as she finished her nighttime routine. She had a whole process: tie her hair into a bun and put a headband around her hairline so that her hair wouldn’t get in the way, remove her makeup if she had any on, wash her face, apply her moisturizer and essential oils, put on a face mask if she felt like it, put her bonnet on, and brush her teeth. She did this every night- same old thing on a different day.
But, tonight was different. Something about the air was off. It was almost as if someone was watching her…
She shrugged off that feeling, though, not wanting to get super paranoid before she went to bed. Anytime she had a worrying thought or even watched a scary movie before bed, she would always have nightmares. She didn’t have time for that because she had a date with her boyfriend tomorrow.
Her boyfriend, Harry, was such a great man. He was attentive to her every need. If Rani called him at 3 AM to cuddle, she’d hear a knock on her door at 3:15 with him being there behind it with a smile and loving eyes. He was attentive to her every need, want, and desire, whether it be at social events, in the comfort of their own home, or in the bedroom. Harry was just amazing. Her best boyfriend of all time.
Speaking of Rani’s every desire, she had a bucket list of every thing she wanted to do before she died. Everything thrilling like jumping out of a plane to everything kinky like having anal sex.  No one knew about this list or the contents of it. No one except Harry. He made a mental note of every single detail, from traveling to the Philippines to trying out a threesome. And he wanted to make sure she could check off aspects of that list by any means necessary.
But Harry was on a business trip with some of his favorite co-workers this weekend, so he unfortunately would not be at her beck-and-call like she would’ve wanted him to. And she really did want him to. She hated being alone on cold, dark nights like these. The moon was nowhere to be seen in the night sky as she looked up out her window, and she usually depended on its light to shine through and bless her with a good night’s rest. 
As she laid into her bed, she could hear creaking coming from the house. It was a breezy night, so she didn’t suspect anything of it. She didn’t live in the most modern home anyway, so creaks and cracks were expected. She lifted the covers over her body and tried to relax, her comforter covering her entire body from the neck down as the nightgown she was wearing wasn’t enough to keep her warm. 
Then, another creaking sound, only this time followed by a deep thud. Rani jolted as the thud’s vibration pounded through her chest. It sounded like something fell… on top of her house? But what? And how? 
Then another pound followed by another and another. It was a repeated action in a rhythm, but it was traveling from one side of the roof to the next. Almost as if it was the sound of… footsteps?
I must be trippin’, she thought. No way is someone walking on top of my house. On my roof… The disbelief turned into confusion as the footsteps increased in their sound as they got closer to her. Is that a human? A raccoon? I haven’t seen raccoons here before. But, how could a human even get up here? The confusion evolved to fear as another thud was heard. What am I gonna do if it’s a human? Who could that even be? I’m alone, no weapons, no help, no protection! What the fuck could I use as a weapon? 
The footprints stopped. And one more thud shook the house. Then footprints began again. Rani put all of the pieces together. Three thuds. Three sets of footprints. All coming her direction. On top of her house. There were three people trying to break in through the roof.
Her thoughts were stopped as the window flew open. She forgot to lock it shut. Again. Harry would always remind her to. Whoops.
All she could see were three tall human figures dressed in all black hop straight into the house before she covered her whole face with her comforter and screamed. The protection (or lack thereof) of the comforter was quickly gone as it was tugged from off of her bed and thrown to the side of the room. “No! Please!” she screamed out.
Rani quickly noticed three colored masks of the three figures in the room: pink, blue, and green. Each of the figures wore black clothing with padding, however, which sealed any sort of identification of their bodies that she could take note of. But Rani made sure that she didn’t stay still for too long, she knew she had to get out of there in some way. So she slowly inched herself off the bed when she noticed the three figures huddled up in the room speaking amongst each other about their game plan, as if they were some American football players. Their voices were deep, so she could probably infer they were all men. 
The blue masked figure turned his head to face Rani as he noticed her movement. “Stay on the bed, bitch!” He grabbed a hammer that was inside of a duffel bag that he snuck in with and lifted it over his shoulder as he walked over to Rani, who was quivering with fear as she slid herself back into the position she was in before on top of her bed. Her widened eyes couldn’t stop staring at him and the weapon that he had, but the figure only chuckled as he noticed her fear. “Scared little kitten, aren’t ya?” He teased her. Rani could only nod her head and gulp. He chuckled again and walked back to the other two men, continuing their conversation.
All of their voices had a robotic sound to them, and from the looks of it, the men were wearing voice changers under their masks to hide their identities. Smart move, but Rani knew this would give her a great deal of trouble when she would report them to the cops. If she ever could report them, that is. Who knew what these men would do with her after they were done with their business?
The one with the pink balaclava walked over to the edge of Rani’s bed and just stared at her. It felt as if his eyes bore a hole into her head as he did so. Then he looked at the other two masked men behind him. “I want you two to take everything you think is valuable. Leave the bag here. I’ll handle the girl first.” He turned to face Rani again, whose eyes were still widened and legs still trembling in fright. 
The other two men went down the hallway as they followed PInk’s instructions and Pink walked up to the side of the bed. The pace of his walk was slow, heavy and intimidating, yet almost calm? It was as if he wasn’t nervous at all about what was happening or what was about to happen. He was probably the seasoned mastermind of all of this, the one who had been through this before and had always succeeded, so he probably didn’t have a care in the world about the consequences. He came to get the job done, and that was it.
He stroked his latex-gloved hand down Rani’s temple and took her bonnet off. “Gorgeoussss,” he drew out from his lips like an exhale. Rani didn’t know how to react but whimper and turn her head away. But in the corner of her eye, she noticed the man reach his hand into his pocket and retrieve a bundle of rope. He didn’t say anything as he quickly jumped on top of her body and held her down. Rani tried to squirm and fight her way out of his grasp, but to no avail. “Shhh,” he coaxed her, as if that would help to calm her down. All it did was cause her heart to beat fast against his chest as he reached himself to her left arm with some rope and managed to tie her against one of the bedposts. He did the same with her other arm, and then he shuffled himself to her legs to tie them to their respective posts. The man still sat on top of her, legs spread around her waist and looked down at Rani like she was a finished sculpture of his that he was admiring. Like she was his best work. He ran his hands down her sides, her body still covered by her nightgown but skin feeling every bit of the latex on his gloves through her fabric. 
One of the other men, Green Mask, ran back with a trash bag which Rani could assume was filled with some of her belongings. She was annoyed at her not being able to fight back, but it’s not like she had any way of doing so. She stopped straining against her confinements, and the man with the pink mask rose from his position and walked towards the green mask. Rani watched as he shuffled through her bag, looking through all of the items. When he was satisfied, he nodded his head, and walked over to the duffel bag that was brought in with them. He said, his head pretty much shoved into the bag as he searched for everything he wanted, “Take the gown off.” 
Green Mask nodded in compliance and made his way to Rani. Just as Pink did before, Green pulled something out of his pocket, only this time it was a pocketknife. Rani connected the dots.
“Uh, no, no, no, no! You are not cutting this gown!!” She screamed.
“Would you prefer it if I ripped it off?” Despite the distorted sound that the voice changer gave him, his teasing tone pierced straight through.
Rani shook her head no and watched as the man brought the knife down to her body. He used the knife to tear through her gown, but he was meticulous about it, thankfully for Rani. Did he not want to potentially hurt her? Rani took note of his precision and carefulness as he wielded the knife- maybe it would be a helpful detail to remember for the police when this whole ordeal was over if she made it out alive.
Green Mask removed the fabric from her body, his eyes immediately widening in admiration of her naked figure. Rani was too embarrassed, so she tilted her head to move from the man’s gaze. His eyes were like scanners as they observed her entire body from head to toe. His mouth hung open a bit as if he were about to drool at the sight before him. “Look at these fuckin’ tits.” He used his hands to squeeze at them and give a slight tug to her nipples. “Can’t wait to have a taste of those,” he stated, causing Rani to whimper.
Blue Mask finally rushed back into the bedroom. “I have some good shit in he-” He paused, noticing Rani now naked and tied onto the bed, Green Mask’s gloved hands playing with her breasts. “Aw man, you guys started without me?”
Green Mask seemed to roll his eyes. His voice, robotic yet clearly annoyed, commented, “Well, we weren’t gonna wait for you. You took too long, and we don’t have all night.” One of his gloved hands rubbed against Rani’s bare inner thigh as he spoke. Rani wished she could close her legs due to this invasion of privacy, but alas.
Blue Mask rolled his eyes right back. “Whatever, Jake,” he said out of annoyance, but quickly coughed as he noticed the slip of Green’s name. “Alright, so what are we doing with the girl?”
The man with the pink balaclava, still shuffling through the duffel bag and dropping items onto the ground that Rani couldn’t see because of her position, responded nonchalantly, “We’re gonna play with her. Isn’t that right, Rani?”
Rani’s body turned cold at the sound of her name. “H-how did you know my name?”
Pink Mask laughed. “How wouldn’t I know your name? Your room is just plastered with it.” He wasn’t wrong. There were photos and journals with Rani’s name all over them. She didn’t think of that. Well, she didn’t even think of her house getting broken into and robbed one day, so it was a first time for everything.
“Well, Rani, you have a beautiful fuckin’ body.” Green Mask ran one of his hands up her thigh and near her cunt. “Pretty cunt, too.”
“Yeah, and it looks like she wants to play with us as well,” Blue Mask said, and by the direction his eyes were roaming in, Rani could tell he was staring directly at her pussy. She whimpered at the men’s wandering eyes, both of them looking at her as though they were predators hungry for their prey.
Green Mask’s hand snuck in between her labia, rubbing up and down, and the wetness immediately coated his fingers. He found her clit, swollen and needy, and began to rub his fingers on it in circles. The moist friction between his hand and her pussy emitted pornographic sounds from not only the wetness of her cunt, but also her mouth as it let out breathy moans and whimpers with each rotation of his hand. Rani’s eyes were closed through the ordeal because of her embarrassment and fear, but she could feel the eyes of the green masked-man piercing through her soul like daggers. She knew she was in for a long night.
The man with the blue balaclava walked over to the other side of Rani’s bed. Her head was already faced on the side he was walking to due to her not wanting to face Green Mask as he relentlessly rubbed her pussy, and Blue Mask took this as an opportunity to undo his black pants and throw them off to some corner of the room. His bulge was peeking through his briefs, precum seeping out in a little spot of the grey fabric, and Rani’s eyes teared up even more knowing what Blue’s next move was.
But Blue Mask smirked, and all he did was inch his covered bulge up to Rani’s mouth, and her saliva immediately started to smear onto it. “Gotta give you the appetizer before the main course, right?’” He stated as he watched Rani’s eyes look up at him in confusion. “Suck through the fabric, baby.”
Rani immediately began to suck onto the man’s underwear, her lips and tongue feeling the shape and size of his cock as she did so. Despite her fast and immediate movements, Rani wasn’t optimistic at all, she just wanted to do whatever the men wanted her to do, hoping that it would help her go through this situation easily and quickly. They obviously had weapons, reminding herself internally as she thought about the hammer that was just in the hands of the man whose boxers she’s now sucking through, or the knife that stuck through the pocket of the man currently twiddling at her clit.
Green Mask stopped his circular motions on her clit and slapped her cunt a couple of times, her wetness squirting out in little splashes as he did so. Her moans from Green’s actions vibrated through Blue Mask’s underwear and went straight to his length, making the rather dull experience of her sucking through his fabric a bit more pleasurable. Green stuck two of his fingers into Rani’s hole and began to thrust in and out her, sometimes curling them to stimulate her g-spot. Rani’s muffled moans against Blue’s bulge grew louder and therefore caused the vibrations against his cock to become more intense, making him moan alongside her.
“C’mon, I need you to cum for me fast like a good girl. We don’t have all night,” He stated as he picked up the pace of his fingers’ thrusts, adding another finger sneakily to stimulate the girl’s cunt even more. Rani’s moans against Blue’s bulge became even more muffled as she shoved her own face into him. Still flooded with embarrassment, her orgasm neared and she presumed that hiding her face from the men’s view would shed some of her fears away. Instead, it egged the men on to be more rough with her, Blue Mask now holding her by the back of her head further into his bulge preventing her from breathing while Green began to curl against her G-spot even faster. Rani’s body jolted not by much because of her constraints, but just enough for her to have a dramatic reaction as she orgasmed, her pussy leaking out more of her fluids onto Green’s gloved hand.
Green Mask released himself from the grasp of her cunt and sucked on each of his fingers, getting every taste of Rani’s arousal into his mouth. He looked over to Blue, who released Rani from his crotch and watched as she tried catching her breath. “Y’wanna switch places?” He questioned him, completely dismissing Rani’s existence despite her recent orgasm.
Immediately, Blue nodded his head. He explained, “Wanna taste the mess she made. I mean, the way she got your eyes rolling back, she must taste good, yeah?” 
Green nodded a yes as he wiped his saliva off his fingers onto Rani’s stomach, as if she was some sort of towel. She whimpered at the feeling, but the men didn’t even pay her any mind, almost as if she was, as they had said before, just some toy they were playing with. “And I wanna see how she takes cock in her mouth, how deep she can take one,” he said and smirked as he swapped places with Blue, the crotch of his pants now in front of Rani’s swollen, wet lips. “You can take cock, right, love?” He slapped at her face as he noticed her expression a bit dazed from her previous actions with Blue Mask. “Huh, you can take cock? Deep in that throat?” 
Rani nodded. “Uh-huh, uh-huh, yes, sir.” She gulped as she prepared herself physically and mentally for what the two men had in store for her next.
Green’s fingers then tugged at his pants’ zipper until it was fully unzipped, and he threw his pants and briefs in the same place Blue threw his. “Sir, hmm…” his lips turned into a smirk as he placed his tip onto her lips, his precum staining them, “I like that. Don’t you boys like the sound of that?”
Pink Mask chuckled from where he was, his eyes fully immersed in what was happening before him. His pants were down, Rani noticed, and his hand was wrapped around his cock. He must’ve finished going through the bag while the other men were hypnotizing her from both ends, she inferred. “Sir sounds lovely. Suits you well. I’m more of a ‘Daddy’ kind of guy. Hey,” he gestured over to Blue Mask, who was on his knees taking in the sight of Rani’s cunt before him, “What name do you want her to call you?” He handed a device over to Blue Mask, who smirked as he grasped the long object. Rani recognized it quickly- it was a Hitachi wand.
In the midst of thinking about his answer, he began slowly rubbing at Rani’s clit and gave her labia a little kitten lick. “Mm, how about Master?” He looked up at Rani, but his eyes widened as he recalled Rani’s skin color. “Uh, actually no, not Master. I’m not into the raceplay shit. Sorry ‘bout that.” He gave Rani’s clit a kiss and a lick, turning the wand on, before speaking again. “I guess Mister is better, right? Y’wanna call me Mister, babe?”
Rani was about to say yes, but ended up only nodding with a muffled moan coming from her mouth as Green Mask shoved his cock into it. Her eyes flooded with tears and flowed down her cheeks as he fucked her throat, his tip hitting so far back that she knew it would ache when he was done. Blue Mask took this as an opportunity to nudge the wand against his clit, causing Rani’s body to jolt again and throat to gag against Green’s cock.
Pink Mask went up to Rani and occupied himself by messing with her breasts. His thumb and index finger of both hands started to twist and pull at her nipples. The sounds she was making around Green’s cock encouraged him to continue with his own movements, slapping each breast after every pull of her nipple. He then settled on using one hand to play with her boobs as the other slipped around his cock and began to jerk himself off. With every sound that emitted from Rani, whether it was the sound of her throat being used, or the sounds of Blue Mask’s tongue lapping at her cunt, his cock slipped out more precum that allowed the movements of his hand to be slicker, and his head threw back at his pleasure.
Green’s cock continued to fuck into Rani’s mouth, his hands on each side of her head guiding her up and down his shaft as if her mouth was a fleshlight. The sound of his cock making her gag as he went in and out of the top of her esophagus made him moan. “You hear all those fuckin’ sounds?” He let out a laugh that forced his abdomen to move and make his cock vibrate inside of Rani’s throat. “The gawk-gawk-gawk?,” he mimicked the noises coming out of her throat as he continued his movements.
Blue Mask laughed as he continued licking Rani’s pussy, those vibrations traveling inside of her as well. “That’s what they call that ‘Gawk-gawk 3000’, right? That’s what you got honey,” he started to vigorously rub at her clit to emphasize his statements, “You got a Gawk-gawk 3000!” He slapped at her cunt a couple of times before placing his face back to her hole and thrusting his tongue in and out of her. The wand on her clit began to rub in circles, maximizing the pleasure she received from it all around.
Pink Mask continued to play with Rani’s tits with one hand as he watched the scene in front of him. He didn’t know which hole to look at- her mouth or her pussy- as he continued to jerk himself off with his other hand. It was all so overwhelming.
“Fuck,” Green moaned out, “Lick my ballsack, too.” He positioned himself to allow Rani easier access to his balls, and she began to lick and suck at them before heading back to his shaft, repeatedly moving between both parts of his body. She heard his moans, distorted yet beautiful, and it indirectly encouraged her to suck at him with more effort. “Fuck, shit,” he moaned out as the pleasure increased, but he suddenly began furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. “F-Fuck off me, bitch.” He slapped Rani’s face with enough impact to make her flinch off of his dick, causing her to cough and snort some mucus that was about to drip from her nose due to her crying. “I was about to cum inside your mouth,” he said as some sort of justification for stopping. “We wouldn’t wanna end the fun so fast, huh?” 
Rani moaned, not even paying attention to Green Mask because of what Blue Mask was doing to her pussy. He turned off the wans and threw it to the side as his lips sucked around her clit and his index and middle finger fucked into her hole, little spurts of arousal squirting out of her as it had done with Green Mask’s prior motions. Pink Mask stopped his own movements with Rani’s tits as he reached that same hand to push down onto Rani’s lower stomach. He knew this pressure would help to escalate Rani’s pleasure and make her orgasm come faster. Rani looked over at Green Mask, who was still calming himself down from facefucking her moments earlier, and pouted at him. Her eyes were pouring with tears, mouth was drooling, and her bottom lip was quivering; he knew the girl was close. “Feel good, yeah?” Rani moaned and whined out little “yeah’s” as he and the other men continued to egg her on with more questions and statements. 
“You gonna cum all over his fingers? Like a good girl?”
“You’re making a proper mess, sweetheart.”
“Fuckin’ squirt in my mouth, bitch.”
One final curl of his fingers and one final slap at her clit caused Rani to squirt like a broken fountain. She had no control over it, and some of the liquid flew all the way to her bedroom door before Blue Mask brought his mouth directly over her hole and drank whatever he could catch. 
Pink Mask let go from her abdomen and started to untie the knot from one of the bedposts on his side. “Untie those,” he commanded Green, and Rani felt relieved to be removed from her rather uncomfortable confinements. 
In spite of all of the commotion and the mental toll the situation had on her, Rani made sure to take mental notes of all of the men in the room. The one with the clean pink balaclava, seemingly the leader, had green eyes and a strand of dark-colored hair that stuck onto his forehead. He had an English accent, something similar to her boyfriend’s. Mr. Blue Mask had blue eyes, which she presumed was his reason for picking the color. He was quite a silly character in this situation, sort of the comic relief between all three men, so it would make sense. The one in the green mask (definitely a homemade one she might add), had freckles at the tops of cheeks and around his brown eyes. His accent was thick, but it wasn’t English like Pink’s. Maybe he was Australian? Or was he from New Zealand? She couldn’t tell, but it was definitely sexy. She knew that one’s name was “Jake” from hearing Blue Mask groan his name out of annoyance. Wait, Jake? That sounded familiar. But, wait, she didn’t know of any Jake’s. She knew a Jacob, who was one of Harry’s friends at work, but not any Jake’s. She quickly shrugged off that thought before the pink-masked man grabbed her by her jaw and tilted it up to face him.
“Dirty fucking whore.” Pink spat in Rani’s face and the fluid landed on her lips. “Lick it off.” He watched as Rani’s tongue worked itself over her lips and brought his saliva into her mouth. “Tastes good, doesn’t it? Had a mint.”
Rani did taste the mint flavor and that exact flavor reminded her of her boyfriend. Her eyes started to well with tears as she thought about him- his smile, his laugh, his face, and how he could help her in this situation. She missed him. She needed him. 
But he wasn’t here right now. His face wasn’t amongst these three men. In fact, no face was among the men, just masks, gloves, and distorted, modified voices. She didn’t feel like she was having sex with three men; she felt like an object only being used for their pleasure. It wasn’t the worst feeling, though. She’d spoken to Harry about a fantasy like this- her house being broken into by an intruder who would come across her and find ways to use her body for his satisfaction before he left with the loot. She was lightly enjoying this, she couldn’t lie. And it was obvious the men could pick up on that. She just wished Harry was one of the men under the masks.
He grabbed onto her shoulder and squeezed them to get her full attention before instructing her, “Turn around and get on your knees by the end of the bed. Now!”
Rani fell to her knees as she felt Pink Mask give her a push to the floor by her shoulders. Her knees buckled onto the floor, and her eyes met with Blue Mask, who made his way onto the bed and positioned himself in a way that made his ass meet with Rani’s face. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she looked at what was before her, and she tilted her head at Pink Mask awaiting his further instructions.
“You’re gonna eat his ass,” he said sternly. “You understand?” Looking down at her, he could see her hesitation in her movements, but her eyes anticipated trying. 
She had licked her boyfriend Harry’s ass before, but it was only two times, and she didn’t think she was that good. But Harry was always amazing at licking hers, and she tried to remember what movements he would make with his tongue to help her out in this situation. So, she placed her hands on each of Blue Mask’s buttocks and put her tongue to work, running it along the rim of his hole in slow and smooth circles.
Blue felt the dampness of her tongue move around his hole and, although distorted due to the voice modifier, whimpered at the feeling. He wrapped his hand around the shaft of his length and began to stroke himself. The feeling was just indescribable.
Pink decided that he wanted in on the action, so he kneeled behind Rani. He didn’t give her any warning before shifting her body in a way that made her go on all fours- he needed better access to play with her cunt as he was the only one who hadn’t even touched  it out of the three, and the boys didn’t have much time left with the girl. They couldn’t risk doing this for much longer, and he needed to feel her.
Green Mask watched the scene in front of him- Rani’s focused face licking her tongue around Blue Mask’s ass with his face screwed in pleasure. “Yes, doll, lick his fucking ass like the slut you are,” Green Mask commanded with a laugh at the end of his statement. He was mocking her, but in some weird way it made Rani’s lower abdomen churn with pleasure. “Yes, Sir,” she moaned back at him, his words somehow encouraging her to lick with more vigor.
“Ohhhh,” Blue Mask emitted a moan and jerked himself off in faster strokes. His balls sat atop Rani’s forehead, and the friction between the body parts gave him more pleasure. “She’s too good at this, fuckin- shit,” he managed to get out of him amidst his moans and grunts. His accent (New York? Pennsylvania? She wasn’t sure.)  seemed to get thicker with the more intense he felt.
Pink Mask slapped Rani’s ass, causing her to moan into Blue Mask’s hole but never ceasing her tongue’s movements. “She’s definitely done this before, yeah?,” Pink asked her, and she moaned loudly, which was seemingly her way of saying yes. “That’s a lucky partner you got, I’m sure of it.” His fingers started to rub against her pussy, dragging along the outside of her labia repeatedly before smacking at her ass again. “Dripping like a broken tap, love. He did a number on your cunt earlier, didn’t he?” He was referring to Green Mask, who was now by the duffel bag and bent over the floor, trying to find one of the items Pink Mask removed from the bag earlier. 
Rani managed to crack some sort of smile as she continued licking at Blue’s ass. “Yes, Daddy,” she answered with a lisp since her tongue was busy.
“He made you feel so good, right, love?” He questioned again, running his thumb up and down between both of her holes, which surprisingly soothed her. 
The girl nodded again. “Yes, Daddy, so good. Mister made me feel good, too,” she looked up at Blue, who forced himself to look down into her eyes at the call of his other name “Mister”. He smirked and groaned, “Yeah? That’s good. And you’re doing such a good job at licking me, sweetheart.”
Rani’s hole pulsated when Blue praised her, and Pink noticed from his view. He loved seeing her aroused, and Blue wasn’t wrong about her satisfactory work. But he wanted to end the praise session and intensify the situation for his own satisfaction, so he slapped her ass and spread her cheeks open as wide as he could. “Stick your tongue down his asshole and move it in and out, whore. And don’t say another word.”
Rani yelped at the feeling of Pink manhandling her rear, and simply nodded as she followed his instructions. Her tongue stuck out and found itself inside Blue Mask’s puckered hole, beginning her thrusts with her tongue.
Once Green found what he was looking for, he walked over to Pink and, unbeknownst to Rani, handed him a tube filled with something clear. “She’s gonna love this shit, man.” he said to Pink, causing Pink to chuckle. 
Rani continued her actions against Blue’s ass and managed to lick at his balls a bit as well. Blue was in heaven with this girl, he couldn’t believe it. He needed to break into more houses and find other kinky bitches to lick his ass.
A click was heard from behind Rani, as if something was opening. She didn’t think about it much until she felt something cold land between her ass and into her asshole, some even running down her vagina. She then felt something be shoved right into her asshole, spreading the hole wide and stretching it in a way that hurt a little. She’d never had anal sex, the furthest she had gone was getting licked there by her boyfriend, so the feeling caused her to jolt away from Pink’s grasp before he pulled her right back over to him. “Did I tell you to fuckin’ move?” He questioned her, slapping her ass a couple of times before removing the object from her ass. 
She was about to answer until she remembered Pink demanding her not to say another word. Instead, she went back to leaving little kitten licks and sucks on Blue’s ballsack before, again, feeling an object being shoved inside her ass again, this time deeper than it has been before. She assumed if it wasn’t for the substance (she now realized it was most likely lube) dripped inside of her hole, the experience of this thing in her ass definitely would’ve felt worse than it did now. She only felt pressure and a stretch as the man behind her continuously thrusted the object back and forth into her asshole, using his fingers to rub at her clit which, surprisingly, also helped her be accustomed to this first anal experience.
Green Mask only sat back on a sofa Rani had in her room and watched what was happening in front of him, his cock dripping with anticipation to join in. But, he knew his place and knew what all three of them had in store for the girl next and decided to just wait his turn. Besides, he didn’t mind watching people fuck from the sidelines every now and then.
“Fuck,” Rani moaned under her breath and she threw her head down at the pleasure behind her. But, Pink didn’t like that and slapped at her ass with the object shoved as far as it could go into her asshole, causing Rani to wince in pain. “Shut the fuck up before I make you, pig.”
Rani didn’t say a word as she began to cry and went back to thrusting into Blue’s ass, Blue now jerking his cock at the sight. Her cries were so adorable, so thrilling, so sexy, and it made the pleasure he was receiving even more intense than it already was, as if that was even possible. “Fuck, you gotta stop it, girl,” he said, and Rani removed her head from between his ass until-
“Keep licking at him. And you’re not stopping until you cum for me,” Pink informed her, using one of his hands to shove her face right into Blue’s ass. Rani’s moans vibrated against Blue’s asshole as Pink shoved the object he was using into her even deeper and thrusted even faster. His fingers rubbed at Rani’s clit at a tantalizing pace, and Rani knew that if she focused on something else, Blue’s ass in this case, her climax would come faster. And so, she moaned into his ass and used her own hand to wank Blue’s dick for him. He wanted to protest against this as he went into this experience wanting to be in full control of his victim, but her smooth hand gliding against his cock felt too good to resist.
A few more thrusts went on before Pink paused, leaving the object inside of her ass as deep as he could, but continued his rotations around her wet, dripping cunt. He watched Rani’s facial expressions to the best of his abilities at his position, seeing that her face indicated her orgasm was approaching her once again for the night. He continued at the pace he was in, and Rani’s cunt pulsated as she neared her peak. “Alright, I want you to push your asshole as much as you can as you cum,” he commanded with a grunt, and Rani nodded as she followed his instructions, wincing out loud at the feeling of her pushing and her orgasm. Rani’s pussy finally squirted onto the floor, leaving a puddle that made a splash as the object once in her asshole landed on the mess. 
Pink kept her ass spread and his eyes marveled at the sight of her gaped asshole and her pussy weeping in front of him. It was the most gorgeous thing he has ever seen. Quickly, he glanced over at Green Mask, who rose from his seat and went over to Pink and Rani’s ass knowing that it was his cue. He picked up a polaroid camera from the floor by the duffel bag and snapped a picture of Rani’s asshole and pussy from the perfect angle. He knew Pink wanted to savor this moment, as he had discussed this scenario with him before.
Rani finally ceased the thrusts of her tongue at Blue Mask’s hole and removed her hand’s grasp from his cock. She and Pink Mask stood up from their positions, and Pink shoved the fingers he was using at her cunt into her mouth for her to suck on. She sucked on them, staring into his eyes as she did so before he finally removed them from her lips abruptly..
As Rani looked at the floor, she noticed the object that was used in her ass: a dildo longer and thicker than a cucumber. She looked over at Pink and saw him smirking, knowing that that look on his face came from seeing her own reaction to the object. 
She then heard Green Mask whistle and looked over his direction, noticing him laying on the bed. “Come on up here, gorgeous,” Green winked at her from under the mask and slapped his hands onto his thighs.
Rani stood in place, not really wanting to join Green onto the bed. She knew he wanted her to ride him, but having another man penetrate her just seemed so… disrespectful to her. And it  would be especially disrespectful to her boyfriend if he ever found out. Blue grabbed Rani’s shoulders from behind and began to walk her over to the bed before lifting her up and throwing her right leg on the opposite side of Green’s body. She was now in reverse cowgirl position, which surprised her, but she went along with it anyway, not really wanting to protest the men around her. But of course, the guilt of being fucked by another man still crept up on her and she muttered, rather shyly,-
“I have… I have a boyfriend.”
Green Mask paused his actions and brought Rani down to his chest, making her look into his eyes. “You’re telling us this now?” There was a pause before he let out a cackle, causing the other two men to laugh in suit. “After this man over here made you gape and the other one had his ass eaten by you? Now is when you say you mention a boyfriend? After squirting in front of three other men?” All of the men continued laughing. It was the most humiliating thing Rani was ever subjected to, and the tears on her face and whimpering of her mouth were proof of that. Yet somehow, it turned her on?
The man with the pink mask got onto the bed on his knees and slapped his cock onto Rani’s pussy as he spoke. “Well I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind if we played with his toy for a bit, huh?” Rani’s lower body jolted, not like she could escape the situation anyway. “Trust me, honey, you’re going to love what we’re gonna do to you. I mean, your pussy is kinda proving how much you love it already,” He paused to stick his tip in, but pulled it out before starting up his slaps again. “And even if you don’t, we don’t really give a fuck. This night is for us to enjoy. Your cries for help aren’t gonna stop us. Your little boyfriend isn’t here to stop us.”
The glow of Rani’s face washed away as she felt the pink masked man stick himself inside of her, inch by inch, slowly getting deeper. “Don’t worry, love. We’re all clean here. A little raw sex never hurts anyone if they’re clean,” he said, as if that would make her feel any better. 
Rani didn’t even get to utter a moan before a cock thrusted into her mouth. The woman gagged and slobbered onto Blue Mask’s shaft as he forced himself deeper with every stroke. “There we go,” Green Mask prodded on as he watched Rani with Blue’s length. “You’re a pro at taking cock, sweetheart,” he groaned as he played with her tits from behind.
The feeling of Pink and Blue both inside opposite ends of her body made her gag and choke onto the cock in her mouth. Mucus fell from her nose and tears ran down her cheeks, the scene getting messier with every movement.
Green ran one of his hands down between her ass and his waist. He gripped his cock and gave it a few strokes before lining it up with her asshole, and Rani didn’t even realize this happening before he finally slithered his thick cock inside of her.
Pink Mask continued his own thrusts into the clenching cunt around him as he felt Green Mask’s cock glide against the wall that separated both of Rani’s canals. He groaned a low and drawn out “Fuckkk,” at the feeling; it was unlike anything else he had felt before. 
Rani choked onto Blue’s cock, saliva spurting out from either corner of her lips, as she felt the intrusion of another cock into her other hole. Three men were not inside of each of her holes. “What the fuck was even happening anymore?” was the last thought that passed through her mind before all three men gripped at her body from their respective position and began to fuck into her relentlessly. 
Pink and Green’s cocks moved simultaneously in and out of Rani’s cunt and ass, and they could even feel each other through the membrane that separated the two holes, maximizing the feelings they were already experiencing. Pink stared at Rani and watched all of her facial expressions as she managed to get fucked in her mouth by Blue. He paused the two for a moment and grabbed onto Rani’s jaw, forcing her to face him. His emerald eyes stared into hers, his eyebrows furrowed and forehead dripping with sweat just as she was, and Rani’s cunt clenched around him as she lingered in his stare. Everything started to make sense. 
Pink pulled Rani towards him and sunk his tongue into her mouth, licking and sucking at her own tongue and her lips before he pulled away and slapped her back down to Blue’s dick. “Keep sucking on him, bitch,” he was able to grunt out despite him being overwhelmed by all that was happening.
The room was filled with sweaty, sticky bodies slapping into each other and gags and chokes that came from Rani’s throat as Blue skull-fucked her. The men continued to egg her on with their own dirty talk, but not much was coming from Rani’s end of the conversation. Blue pulled out of her and watched as her head immediately threw back, almost like her head and neck were too numb to stand up on their own. “Damn, that bitch is braindead,” he commented with a chuckle, and the two other men took notice of this mention. 
Green slapped Rani's face a couple of times, but received no feedback from Rani other than a drunken moan. “Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered underneath his breath. He used his fingers of one hand to hook onto a corner of her mouth, which left her lips ajar, drool finding its way out from between. The drool landed onto her chest, as to which Pink bent over to lick it up and swirl it around in his mouth before spitting it back into Rani’s mouth. Rather, it missed and landed onto her cheek, but Rani was too intoxicated by her gangbang that she didn’t even flinch.
The two men fucking into Rani’s cunt and anus lifted up their hips to pick up their paces inside of her, Rani still too high to respond with anything other than a moan. Green let go of the corner of Rani’s mouth and gripped the back of her head to shove her mouth back onto Blue’s dick. Blue took the reigns and began face-fucking her again, this time with more desperation and speed. 
All of the men were finally close to cumming after more thrusts and grunts, and they could all feel it in their lower stomachs. The first to release was Green, who shot his cum so deep into her asshole, but he held his cock in place in order to not let anything drip out of her, not yet at least. 
Pink was next and did the same as Green, plugging his dick inside of her cunt and preventing any of his cum from spilling out of her.
Finally, it was Blue’s turn, and he shot his cum deep into her throat before smacking Rani’s cheek and grabbing her by her jawline. “Swallow my cum, whore.”
Rani regained consciousness from his grip at her jaw and somehow found a way to force herself to swallow his seed. She felt the thick substance slide down the walls of her esophagus and then looked at the two other men inside of her.
“We’re gonna pull out of you,” Pink started, “But we gotta make you cum first.” As he finished his statement, he and Green began their thrusts again. The thrusts of their cocks into her cum-filled holes caused their milky substances to squirt through the sides of her holes, splattering all over her bed. Pink rubbed at her clitoris while Green twisted her nipples and pulled at them before finally, Rani came. A loud pornographic moan filled the room as she climaxed, and she squirted all over Pink’s chest and torso. He and Green finally pulled out of her, and Pink watched as their beautiful concoction of fluids spilled from both of her holes. Blue had the polaroid camera in his hands and shot pictures of the entire orgasm. Pink knew he would have a fun time looking at the pictures later.
The three men in the room got themselves composed before they heard an attention-grabbing cough come from the bed. It was Rani, who was obviously composed and very aware of what just happened.
“Thank you so much,” she paused for dramatic effect. “Harry, for that wonderful night”
The man in the pink mask chuckled, and finally took off his mask, revealing himself to Rani as her boyfriend. “Glad you enjoyed this, sweetheart,” He blushed, “but what gave me away?”
“I looked into your eyes. No one has green eyes as beautiful as yours.”
“Oh,” he laughed again. “I guess I should’ve worn contacts.”
“Also, you were being really possessive about cumming inside of my pussy. I know how possessive you get when it comes to me,” she continued and smirked at him.
Harry laughed and went up to Rani to kiss her on her cheek, which was still warm and stinging from the men slapping her all night. “You’re right. Should’ve controlled that a bit more.”
“No baby, I thought it was really cute. I’m shocked that your friends agreed to this. Actually, I’m shocked that you thought of this whole thing in the first place.”
Harry let out a warm smile and brushed his fingers through his hair, which was matted from being confined to the balaclava. “Yeah, well remember the conversation we were having about our kinks and deepest desires? I wanted to do something special for my girl, especially since our anniversary is coming up. I wanted to help you mark something off of your bucket list.”
Rani scoffed, “More like a couple of things.” Then, she looked toward the Blue Masked Man. “And I mean, Jake?” Blue’s eyes widened and he let out a “whoops” as Rani continued. “You kinda slipped that one out, Timmy.”
Timmy, or Timothee, removed his mask along with Green Mask, the Jake in question, following him with his own. TImothee and Jake, who was the “Jacob” Rani thought of before, were Harry’s work buddies and best friends. “So it wasn’t really a business trip, huh, guys?”
Jacob raised his hand to butt in. “Well, you could say it kinda was. I mean it was a job we all took part in to help our friend. I guess?”
“Mhm, yeah, sure,” Rani said, “Anyway, I had fun guys. I don’t know if I’d ever do something like that again, though. It took soooo much out of me.”
Harry kissed her temple and smiled. “Yeah, well never say never.”
“By the way, we didn’t take anything from your house,” Jacob stated, lifting up one of the bags he and TImothee went around the house with at the beginning, and showed her the contents of it. “It was just styrofoam we brought with us to give that illusion.
Rani laughed and shook her head. “Y’all are just too much.”
The four of them sat in her bedroom and discussed what went on that night, watching as the sun rose from Rani’s window. Harry held onto his girl, feeling like such a proud boyfriend. He fell in love with Rani even more than ever.
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noodleslugworth · 30 days
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Absolutely NO minors
Headcanon that Willy Wonka likes to be choked
It doesn't have to be suffocating pressure. Just his significant other's hands on his throat and the slight pressing of her weight is enough to drive him crazy
If she wraps her hands around his throat while kissing or feeling him up, and squeeze just enough, even during a playful argument, he'll be turned on almost instantly and forget his train of thought. It's a devious trick she likes to pull when she wants his attention but he's been too focused elsewhere
If it's during the throngs of passion, choking him especially with more force and when he's close, will sometimes result in explosive, drawn-out orgasms that has him seeing stars, whimpering, trembling, and sometimes mumbling nonsense afterwards
Just Willy and choking ❤️
(By @palettesofrenaissance)
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just watched dune part 2
i will never be the same after this tbh
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literatureaesthetic · 27 days
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the way dune 2 literally restructured my brain chemistry, it was that mind-blowing
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buzzkillers · 10 months
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The Deer Was Tired 1/3
synopsis: As a guard for the Atreides family, it's your job to make sure their precious offspring was satisfied. Even if doing so got in the way of your true mission.
Pairing: Paul Atreides x Reader
Trigger Warnings | Content: Manipulative Behavior, Dubious Consent, Abuse of Power, Stalking, Sexual Coercion, Corruption Kink, Assassination Au.
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By his fourth night of no sleep, the Archduke was restless, prickly and completely fucking annoying.
If you could kill him you would, but you couldn't. You could just barely grab for your knife and after an hour, even moving had become an impossible task. Call that the 'completely fucking annoying' part.
What a pity. 
Now at this hour, the Palace was a sleeping beast with soldiers that stood bleary eyed in the hallways. The inner workings of the court, nothing more than a shallow husk.
 It reminded you of the cities on Tano, a planet so lively during the day but nothing but a husk at night. But this was not that, this planet was a graveyard. 
An open cemetery filled with the walking dead and the beast that fed on them. Bad actors filled every corner of this world, death licked at your feet and famine yipped at your lungs. You've never been so thirsty. But you were sure that even they were rested now. The disease, the pestilence and the worms. Everything rested at this hour. Everyone but him. 
It was an odd thought. You felt as if you were even breaking some rule, that even the dunes moon hated the fact that the two of you were awake as it shined it's light through the Lords window, successfully lighting up the dark room and giving you a front row seat to the Lord that stared at you like a bug, like something to step on. 
Maybe you were. 
If not a bug than a snake. Something slimy and slick that cleaned up the pest in your walls silently, efficiently. Something meant to be invisible. It was partly true. Just as much as you were partly impressed. 
You never knew such a delicate man could look so demeaning. It reminded you of those old war paintings, the kind filled with vengeful women with burning eyes and gnashing teeth. He wanted to kill you. 
It didn’t help that at this hour, the young man was dressed like his mother. His body decorated in a deep oceanic blue fabric that crashed into waves at the ankles of his calloused feet. Each cross stitch covered in jewels and beads that glimmered in the moonlight while he laid stiff on his cot. 
 He was beautiful like this. And if you were being nice you’d say that he looked like one of those deadly beauties you heard of on the radio-if you were being nice. The look of death on his face kind of ruined it. 
With a face engraved with dark circles and sallow cheeks. The lord looked more sickly than anything. A walking famine. Before he turned towards his window, a frown etched into his regal features. 
Then with a beleaguered sigh, the Lord pinched the bridge of his nose. "Be blunt, soldier," 
"Are you saying it all came up negative?"
You rolled your armored shoulders. It sounded like a machinery of parts. "Yes, m'lord," 
"And what about this room, the walls I touch, the air I breathe?,"
"Checked and cleared, m'lord"
His frown only deepened. "Check it again,"
"But-"
He slammed his fist on the window sill. 
"Must I repeat myself?" You straighten your posture.
"Must I?"  
You shook your head till your helmet let out a creak and the brat unballed his fist. "Good," 
"This sickness has already gotten in the way of the more important things, it can't make me ignore my father's request too," 
You blinked and lied: "The Duke may be lenient," 
He laughed till his cheeks went sickly red but no humor was on his face. "You know him then?" He asked, even though that wasn't at all what you said. 
Still, still he did not wait for your response. He simply groaned, low and hard like an injured animal too stubborn to die. You wished he'd just die. 
"In a weeks time my father will need me at peak condition, and yet I haven't slept in days,"
"I haven't dreamt in days," 
"I have not known rest in days, I can barely hold my dagger any more but you say nothings wrong,"
"It is the truth," you lied again. "I pray for your health everyday m'lord" 
And for a moment there was silence before he cut his eyes towards you. "Don't lie, you are irritated with me and would readily slit my wrist for disrespect if I wasn't a highborn," You've never been more grateful that your armor came with a face shield. 
The stupid prince just had a flare for the dramatics, that was all. 
"My lord," you continued, your voice unnaturally timid because that's what books told you to sound like when speaking to royalty. "May I make a suggestion,"
"You may," But he barely looked at you when he responded, his eyes now locked firmly on the expanse of sand outside his window. His own little view of this hell scape planet. For a moment you wondered what he saw.
"Well as you know, the Duke brought many of the servants on your home planet to the Dunes," you waited for him to interrupt but he did not, you sighed with relief. "Everyone with loyalty to the throne is on this planet" 
The young man scoffed. "Are you suggesting that I make friends with servants" 
"In a way," you lied and before the scowl on the mans face could deepen (fuck it) you continued: "I'm suggesting that you get a whore," You said bluntly and not at all regal or uptight, shit. 
You're barely finished your sentence before the Atreides lord went as stiff as a board. His eyes no longer focused nor his breathing noticeable. For a moment, you mistook him for an apparition until a rush of red bloomed from under his cheeks and his eyes went beady like a bug.
Nonetheless, silence draped over the room like sand, the only thing you could hear being the sound of mice that scurried through the walls and the dancing of desert sand. 
 It would be distracting if you weren't anticipating his answer. The poor man, you must've shocked him. Politicians were rarely known for directness and you've begun to contemplate if you ran into this too abruptly then you thought before you felt it.
The soft tremor of your muscles and the swelling in the back of your head that felt like a banging drum, like a whistled beat. As something red-hot and scorching (fear,fear, dread) seeped from your veins and onto cold white bone. 
The urge to run bursted in every cell of your brain but you could not move. The sense of doom forced you still. For a horrifying second, instinct fought against instinct. You needed to run, you needed to stay. You needed to scream, you needed to choke it all down. You didn't realize it was over until you collapsed to your knees and sticky drool sloshed from your lips while your nails dug painfully into the floor. 
 Atreides hadn't moved an inch. He simply looked at you from the reflection of the glass window. His eyes replaced with black opaques that made you wonder where his irises ended and pupils began. 
Shakily, you stood back to your feet. 
"My-"
"How dare you," he hissed. 
"Please-"
"Get out," And as if space and time were at his beck and call. You blinked, the universe ceased to exist and just like that you were at his door with your armored hand on the handle. 
"And soldier," he whispered, voice now hoarse. The room now thick, muddy and impossible to think through with this heavy cloud that swelled heavy in your head. 
"Check it again,"
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The next day, the Dune sun sunk into every pore of your skin. 
You could barely hear yourself think as you leaned against the cemented pillars of the palace. Each moment passed by with a drip of sweat made the tree gardener eventually stop and glare before grimly handing you a cup. 'A waste of water' he grumbled before he got back to work, his own skin drier than the dirt itself. 
Oh the thrills of guarding the Palm Trees.
For a moment, you wondered if this was a punishment. Something suggested by the Lord himself before quickly you burned the thought away, the Archduke was not that cruel. No, he was efficient. If he truly wanted you to hurt, a quick walk in the desert would be more his style. You doubt that you would’ve made it to morning if you had truly hurt the Lord. But that was the problem wasn’t it? He wasn’t supposed to want to hurt you. He wasn’t even supposed to know you. And now you were here, so now what? 
Now what?
Your head had begun to hurt as you thought of the possibilities. You could run, you could change your appearance, you could simply die. Did it matter? The end result stayed the same; they would not be happy. They might just bring her back just to kill her again. Oh the horror. They were going to find out and you were going to die and, 
Something like terror had begun to lick at your bones. Fear lapping at your soles. Suddenly it felt like eyes were on you everywhere. That the sky was watching and the walls were listening, they were everywhere and what were you to say? How would you plead your case? Everything watched as you stood there, your entire body damp with sweat and in your delusion even the gardener kept his gaze on you. His deep set skin dragging with his eyes at your form. Did he know what you were too? Did he know what you did? 
What were you to say if they asked? If your stupidity breached the walls of the Lords chamber?
 It was one thing to be the brats guard, it was another for him to remember that you were his guard. Just like that, you gripped the cup painfully. 
If the Brat remembered you...no you couldn't have that. It would ruin everything.It maybe already had. But the man was teased of sleep, of rest. Day and night he screamed and shouted at the guards, at his parents. At this moment, he was no different than a drunken fool. Yes, that was it. Your stupidity could be put down to that. The ramblings of a sleep deprived idiot. Even if he wasn't around, you suspected that the brat would tell your commander about the perverted soldier who attempted to tempt him into depravity, but who would believe him?
Everyone. 
Everyone would believe him. Because he was a prince before he was a fool. And you were going to die. Either by his hand or something far, far worse. It was as simple as that. A fact set in stone. The revelation caused your heart to ram into your ribs. For it was a simple answer for a simple question. All that you had left to do was warn the others, to prepare them.
Or maybe you didn’t as your shift ended with a buzz on the wrist and an overarching shadow that stretched into a soldier with armor like yours appeared in your line of vision. Under the sunlight he stood like death's hand. His metallic armor catching a gleam in your eyes. 
“The commander needs to speak to you,” the man said gruffly. 
“He says it’s urgent,” and that was that. 
You could only jerk your head in acknowledgement and with a nod towards the Gardener, you swiftly made your final exit; but not before looking at the cup of liquid in your hand and throwing it to the ground.
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meetmyothersouls · 1 year
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ok ok so lee seeing the reader around town one day & starts following her. He ends up saving her from another eater? Thank you, I need more lee content!
Been thinking about this all day and I've finally got enough to write it! I hope you enjoy!
First Time for Everything
A Bones & All inspired fanfic
Warnings: stealing money, being attacked, cannibalism (relax it's a bones and all inspired fic), blood, gore, not proofread
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July 1989
You’d never stolen anything before. Not even when your friends would go into a Walmart and shoved nail polish and thongs into their purses. They always called you a goody-two-shoes or a scaredy-cat. You wonder what they’d think now as you carry a K-mart bag full of cash from the register you were working at not even 30 minutes ago.
Of course, being newly homeless generated a whole new incentive to steal the money. And even though it was so out of the norm for you, it was so easy. You waited until your line was clear, pulled open a bag, popped the till and calmly grabbed every stack of bills in the register, pocketing what wouldn’t fit. Then, you flipped off your register light and walked out. It wasn’t until you made it to the parking lot that you began to run. And now, the adrenaline high you are coming down from is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. They’ll never suspect you. Not with you being the golden employee that you are. Were. You can’t go back there now.
It’s getting dark, that along with the pointy tips of crumpled up money poking your thigh from the inside of your pockets snaps you out of your thoughts. This morning, you were worried about where you’d stay. It wasn’t the first time you got kicked out of a hotel room, and it probably won’t be the last, but at least now you can afford a new room for the night. If you can find one.
It's hot, one of the hottest nights so far this July. You pull off the thick K-mart polo and throw it into woods, leaving you in your black cami and a pair of khakis. A chorus of cicadas singing from the trees in that line the street almost drowns out the sound of a flirty whistle from behind you. You walk a little faster, not daring to turn your head.
"Hey, little lady," a man's gravelly voice calls out. "Why don't you keep the show going and take the rest off." The man laughs, but it's cut short by a painful sounding cough.
You pick up speed, your Converse slapping the pavement as you quickly turn into an alley, hoping to lose him by your abrupt change in direction, but a thick hand grabs your wrist.
"Let me go!" You yell, attempting to yank your wrist from his sweaty grip.
The man seems to enjoy the struggle, he tightens his fingers around your wrist as he pushes you into a warm brick wall. A tall streetlamp shines an eerie orange light into the alley, barely illuminating the man's features. He's got dark hair, stringy with sweat and grease. One of his eyes is missing and the other is open wide. He looks hungry. Ravenous. And the laugh that rumbles in his throat is truly sinister.
"Keep goin', darlin'. I love a good fight."
Then his tongue is on your neck, tasting your skin. You sob and gag as you inhale the scent of his breath. Sour with alcohol and something metallic.
"Come on, honey. Don't fight me, I just wanna taste-"
"Hey!" A new man's voice yells. "Hey, get off her!"
The man's grip on your wrist loosens enough for you to pull away from him. You take your chance and make a run for it. You dropped your bag of money when Man Number One shoved you against the wall, but you can't risk turning back around. You just have to make it ou-
You're stopped short by a hand in your hair, pulling your head back, bending you almost in half. You scream as Man Number One drags you. He's pulling you by your hair, your heels dig into the ground in front of you, desperately attempting to gain some traction. Your only view is upside down and distorted through the tears building up in your eyes. But, in the dim orange light you see the other man. He's peeling himself off of the ground and his nose is dripping blood onto a forest green crop top. His jeans are shredded, exposing a large amount of his legs, you're not sure if it's because he just fell or if the jeans are just naturally like that or why you're even wondering about the nature of his jeans. He's got a brick in his hand that he's attempting to hide, but even upside down you can see it. You see him look down at you and for some reason he winks. Then you realize, Man Number One can't see him.
Crop Top walks creeps up onto Man Number Two, like a lion stalking his prey. Then, without warning, he slams the brick into the side of his skull with a wet crunch. Instantly, you're dropped to the ground and as much as the landing hurt, the relief feels twice as good. Your scalp throbs and you're sure you're missing a chunk of hair. A set of light footsteps run toward you, and immediate dread sets in again, but it's Crop Top. He grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder. You're not sure if you should be scared or relieved as he places you behind a dark green dumpster.
Crop Top kneels down, looking over his shoulder once to make sure Man Number One is still down.
"Is he-"
"Not yet. Stay here. Don't move until I come get you," Crop Top says. He drops a plastic bag next to you. The money. You're immediately shocked he didn't take it for himself. That's what most people would do. His knees pop a little as he stands back up. He starts to walk off but stops. "And don't watch."
Don't watch? Isn't that like an automatic invitation to watch? You think to yourself. You lean your head back on the brick and close your eyes. You could run right now. You could take your money and get a room for the night and leave this odd encounter right here in this alley, but you don't. Instead, you poke your head out, peeking from the side of the dumpster.
Immediately you wish you hadn't. Crop Top somehow dragged Man Number One and sat him up against the brick wall, maybe 15 feet from where you're sitting. How he did it, you're not sure. Crop Top probably weights 120 pounds soaking wet, but he's managed to maneuver him just right so that he can...
You pop your head back behind the dumpster, unsure of what you just saw. There's no way...
You poke your head out, peeking again. There's a squelching sound, followed by a spatter of blood coming from Man Number One's neck as Crop Top bites into it.
Okay, yeah. He's definitely eating him. This should definitely be a sign to run, right? But you aren't moving. Everything in you is screaming to run. Run the fuck away because this dude is going to eat you next. But you don't. You sit there alternating from watching and hiding. It's like one of those car accidents you can't help but watch, hoping you'll see a dead body, or some fucked up shit like that. You shouldn't want to look, but you do.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you hear footsteps approaching. You sit up straighter against the brick. His stops in front of you. His white high tops covered in blood and gore. Why would he pick white shoes to wear if he's going around munching on dudes.
"You looked, didn't you?" Crop Top asks.
"I uh..." you risk a look at his face. It's covered in blood. His upper lip, his mouth and his chin are coated in it. You swallow hard. "What are you?"
Crop Top crouches down again, eye level with you. "A person like you," he smiles. "Name's Lee." He holds out a bloody hand. You look down at it then back at him. "Oh," Lee says, wiping his hand off on his shirt, then offers it again. Still just as bloody as before.
"Are you gonna eat me too?" The question falls out of your mouth, you can't stop it. Word vomit.
Lee scrunches up his face, pursing his lips as he tilts his head to the side, contemplating your question. "Mmmm, probably not. Unless you've done something really shitty..." Lee eyes your bag of money with an arched eyebrow and you shift a little.
"My name's Y/N."
"You work at K-mart, Y/N?"
"No," you answer too quickly.
"I've seen you there. A lot."
"I don't work there anymore," you say. "You've been watching me?"
"Every day for like two weeks or some shit," Lee says, like it's no big deal. Though up against eating a whole human, it's probably not. "That your first-time stealing from money from your job?"
You open your mouth, the urge to defend yourself creeping up your throat, but you cut it short. You just watched this man eat someone.
"It's my first time," you admit.
"No shit? Well, Y/N, there's a first time for everything." At this point you notice the grey grocery bag he's carrying. It's full and tied up, dripping slightly with thick red liquid. "Bones and shit," Lee says, and tosses the bag into the dumpster. It lands with a heavy, wet thud. "You got anywhere to be tonight, y/n?"
"Not really, no."
"Not really?"
"I'm homeless," you admit.
"Perfect, let's go."
This time Lee grabs your hand and pulls you up. You grab your bag of money and walk with him looking behind you every so often to make sure no one is following.
"Where are we going?" You ask.
"For a ride," Lee says smiling as he jangles a pair of car keys in front of your face. "Nabbed these off of fuck face back there before he tried to eat you."
"He tried to-"
"Oh, he was going to eat you real good. You're lucky I've been following you."
"How-"
"Shh save your questions, I'll answer all of them when we find his car."
"We're gonna steal his car too?" You ask. The amount of crime you've been involved in today is beginning to overwhelm you.
"You've never stolen a car?"
You shake your head.
Lee smiles. "I think we're gonna have a lot of first times, Y/N."
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palettesofrenaissance · 2 months
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I don't know if AO3 says it yet, but my second attempt of venturing into Dark Fic/Dark AU territory was just posted, if anyone is interested. Sequel to Permanent Marker
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get-your-fics · 2 years
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Ok! But picture this (tw: kidnapping):
You’re sitting in front of a tv, in a room so nicely decorated you can almost forget it’s a basement if you weren’t the one trapped there. The news is going on about a woman missing for going on a month now. You absently wonder why they chose that photo of you before Timothée leans his hip against the arm of your chair and hums.
“I mean, I get it,” he says before turning to you, tucking a stray hair— that’s been bothering you for hours that you couldn’t move because of your bound hands— behind your ear. The empathy in his voice is genuine. “I’d go crazy if I couldn’t find you either.”
Melodrama
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Summary: Timothée's your toxic ex who becomes a little too toxic.
Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x fem!reader
Word count: 385
Warnings: Kidnapping, possessive behavior, allusion to violence, dark themes
Note: omg bestie thank you so much for sending this to me!! i love this concept and i wanted to explore it so bad so here you go ajklsjfldk hope you like it!!
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You wonder if he does it just to torture you.
He turns on the news every night, and like clockwork, the newscaster immediately starts talking about the disappearance of a local girl. You watch as friends and family cry snot-nosed in front of the camera, as they beg you to come home, as they assemble memorials flush with flowers and candles and framed graduation photos of you smiling and happy outside your home.
You barely recognize yourself in the pictures they show of you anymore. You can’t remember the last time you looked like that. (Though you can’t remember the last time you saw your reflection, either, not since you punched the mirror down here to shards.)
The whole time Timothée’s grinning to himself, holding back snickers like he’s watching a slapstick comedy play out before him. His grin grows bigger when he makes an appearance, teary-eyed and chin wobbling, simpering melodramatically about how much he misses his girlfriend.
You stifle a scoff. You haven’t been his girlfriend for weeks, not since you broke up with him and he retaliated by locking you in his basement. (Though you suppose it was stupid of you to think you could dump your overly clingy and possessive boyfriend and he’d get over it like it was nothing.)
You recall the time the police knocked on his door and he wrapped your wrists and mouth in duct tape so tight your skin stung. It still didn’t stop you from banging your bound fists on the locked door of the basement, your screams muffled behind the tape. You heard him make up some excuse about a pet and usher them out of his home.
You still had bruises from the punishment he’d administered to you after that little stunt.
No, it’s easier to sit in his lap as he strokes your hair, as he brushes your tears away while your eyes remain fixed on the agonized faces of your parents on the screen in front of you. It’s easier not to fight him, you’re starting to learn.
“It’s what they deserve for trying to take you away from me.” You feel him smirk against your skin as he buries his face in your neck. “They’ll never get in the way of you and me again. I’ll make sure of it."
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hamlets-ak · 1 year
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his last letter ༊*·˚
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༘♡ and life went on. but it was not the same
regulus writes you a letter before he goes to the cave
My Dear Y/N,
If you are reading this, it's too late for me.
I am writing you from my room, at 12, Grimmauld Place. My doom is hanging on my chest, like a rope around my neck. It’s heavy and unbearable. I can already feel it dragging me down.
That night at the Forbidden Forest, I had given you a promise, that I was going to change, that I was going to be good. You were so sweet to tell me that you didn't want me to change, you loved me so much and nothing mattered to you. It mattered to me though, because I wanted to be good. I wanted to do the right thing.
The time has come to keep my promise and be good. And if the right thing is going to cost my life, then so be it.
Y/N, my dear Y/N, I need you to know that I’ve changed. I need you to know that I did the right thing, that in my last moments on this earth, I was good.
I am writing to you determined to do what I have to. Y/N, my heart, please forgive me.
I wish I never had to write this letter to you, but I know that my road has no return. It’s not just me being my pessimistic self, no. I can feel that this is not going to end well for me, for us. The earth has prepared a deep and narrow place for me and I can do nothing but get in.
Please forgive me for not meeting you tonight. Forgive my sloppy handwriting. Forgive fate. Forgive Kreacher, the bearer of the bad news and please don't be mad at him. Forgive me.
If I regret one thing in this life Y/N, is not giving you more kisses, not hugging you tighter, not saying "I love you" every minute of every day.
Light of my eyes, a million hearts wouldn't be able to carry my love for you. I love you so deeply that no words can describe it. If only you could jump into my body for only a few seconds, you'd see for yourself, but I would never let you. I love you too much for this. You are everything to me.
You were the first person that made me feel truly loved. I know, my brother loves me too, or at least he tries to. I don’t blame him for taking his distance. After all the things I've done, I feel disgusted in my own skin. But you… how could you not be disgusted? How could you not leave me? How could you be there for me? How could you love me? People like me don’t deserve to be loved.
You made me feel that I wasn’t as bad as I thought, that I had a good side; that I wasn't always angry or mad, I wasn't misanthropic, as everyone said. You made me realize that I wasn’t a burden, that I mattered only for existing. You truly did love me… and honestly, I’m still not sure why. But I know you did. I could feel it every day, even in our worst moments.
I need you to know, you are the one and only for me, and you will always be. No matter what happens to me tonight, my soul will always be with you. I will always be yours. You will be my last thought, and my last breath will be your name.
I love you.
I’m afraid that you’ll forget me. Me, and everything we did together. Everything we were.
Please, think of me sometimes. But not the bad things; the fightings, the tears, the sadness, the fear… think about the good things.
Do you remember the night after that stupid Ravenclaw party? I was completely pissed. I could barely walk and, oh Merlin, I was so, so dizzy. You couldn’t stop laughing watching my anarchist side coming to the surface, as I was going up and down in front of Dumbledore’s office. I thought it’d be hilarious if we managed to get inside and burn the place to the ground. Well, we didn't do that, obviously. From walking so fast, I ended up vomiting in front of the gargoyle. I could still listen to your voice, as I was holding my knees and vomiting my guts out, and your laugh — I love it so much when you laugh. You then walked beside me, pulled my hair back, looked me in the eyes, and kissed me. I was staring at you like an idiot because I was too drunk. You smiled at me and then hugged me with your warm hands, your smell being the only thing I could sense.
That was the moment I first realized you love me. Who else would kiss the lips of a person that was vomiting only seconds ago?
I’ve never told you, but until now I’ve been thinking of that moment. Why would you be so kind to me? To me, of all the people on this Earth. And how can you love me?
Remember this time I was crying so hard without any reason, and I was just so angry that I was kicking the bathroom door and I was completely out of control? That day was terrible. I was hitting the wall so hard that my fist started to bleed. You had never seen me like that and I knew you were scared of me, but you hugged me tightly and didn’t let me go until I calmed down.
I asked you that day, why didn’t you leave me alone? Why did you have to be there? You said that you loved me so much nothing could drive you away. When you left I cried and didn't go to my next class.
I was so confused. But I knew one thing, I wasn’t one hundred percent evil like everyone wanted me to believe.
We had so many dreams and plans that will never come true. I should've left this whorehouse when I had the chance. I should've left with Sirius. If it wasn't for my ego... And then, when we were done with school, it was foolish of me to stay at my father's funeral. We could have been in the countryside now, married, away from everyone. I really wanted to marry you, to spend the rest of my life with you.
I'll stop thinking about that.
You have no idea how much it hurts knowing that you are reading this letter. It feels like a knife twisting deep into my soul.
Please, Y/N, you have to understand why I did this. I had to. I owed it to everyone. I owed it to myself.
I know it’s very selfish. I left you just so I can live up to the expectations I built for myself.
I am never going to see the day that awakens with you ever again, but I hope the light of the world is bright and gentle to you. I hope the people are good. I hope you smile and laugh every day. I hope you think of me sometimes, just once in a while.
My love, my heart, please don’t do anything crazy. Stay alive, do it for me. Live. I need you to keep going. If you love me, keep going. And please, get out of this place. Go to your friends, to my brother and Remus. I don't want you to be here. And don't even think about passing by my house.
I don’t know what else to say. I wish I could write you everything but time is running.
Please, know that I am not scared. I am not scared at all. I want to do this. It’s my decision, probably the only one I’ve ever made.
Don't forget to burn the letter.
It's so cold here and I can't stop remembering. My heart has no pity on me.
I love you forever.
R.A.B.
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The French Dispatch 2021
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ladies and gents... the Laurence boy 🤎
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