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Lost (10) - Blood // Water

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 4k

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-The price of your greed is your son and your daughter. What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?-

You weren't at your best. You were far from it, really. Sure, the wounds healed, but the recovery and getting your strength and stamina back was another story. Soaked from head to toe in sweat from hours of working out, driven only by adrenaline and anger you cursed yourself for getting closer and closer to your limit.

Frustration, however, helped, as you slammed punch after punch into the bag. The sound of the hits echoed in the empty gym, since it's long been past the closing time. The owner knew your coach and it helped that your success brought some new people to his gym, so he let you use the equipment after hours.

You needed that. You were angry. At yourself for not stopping Tara. At Tara for putting you in that position when she asked you to leave. At Amber for starting all of this in the first place. Punch after punch you hoped the next one would finally set you free from the anger. Yet with every punch you would be reminded of the recently healed injuries and that only made you more furious. You gritted your teeth as the cycle continued until you heard the doors opening.

"Y/N," you didn't stop pummeling the bag, it was just your coach. He faked a cough and you let out an exasperated sigh, finally turning to look at him, only to see a face you vaguely recognized.

"Hello, miss L/N, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," the man next to your coach was Thomas Laurent, a former middleweight MMA fighter who had a promising start in his career, but then got seriously injured in his fight against Zack. He never truly recovered after that. Nowadays whenever someone mentions his name all they say is he had potential, but that the injury ended his career before he could reach his prime. From the looks of it, he kept training, and with no weight class to hold him to a certain weight you figured he was somewhere between light heavyweight and heavyweight now. He was thirty-seven and you were sure he could still give plenty of fighters a run for their money.

"What? You want to swap retirement stories?" you really had no desire to deal with him, or anyone else right now.

Your coach flinched for a moment, but Thomas merely laughed, it was a loud, hearty laugh and despite your mood, you wiped the scoff off your face and looked at him with a raised eyebrow, now a bit curious about his reasons for coming here.

"No, no, I'm here to make the greatest retirement spectacle women's MMA has ever seen," he boasted with confidence that made you genuinely intrigued.

"Is that so? And how do you plan on doing that, exactly?" you were pulling your gloves off, only now seeing how bloody your knuckles got. Both Thomas and your coach noticed that, seeing as their eyes widened when they saw the state of your hands. "Long day yesterday, I had a lot of pent-up frustration," you explained, not really bothered by scrapped knuckles. The tiny scars you had accumulated from training had long since stopped bothering you.

"You have two fights, so let's make history. You'll fight at the end of November against one of the previous title challengers and then, on the ninth of December, if you accept, you'll challenge Anya Golubeva," Thomas didn't need to explain any further.

Anya Golubeva has been the women's featherweight champion for the past five years, with good grappling and explosive punches, she hardly left any openings. In addition to that you would fight someone around her skill level two to three weeks before that fight. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to make history. You'd have one of the shortest, if not the shortest, breaks between two fights, and in case you won the second fight you'd retire as the world champion.

You didn't ask how he could make it happen. You didn't need to know. You knew just one thing, that would be an issue. You couldn't prepare for those fights in Woodsboro. No sparring partner, the gym that lacked equipment... You'd have to leave as soon as tomorrow.

If Tara hadn't told you to leave her, you would have gone to see her, to talk with her. But she told you to leave, and as much as you loved her, you weren't about to waste this opportunity. You’ll see Tara in two months. "I'm in."

~X~

Being in, however, meant calling Sam to handle your absence. So, that's how the two of you were sitting in Woodsbo-Restaurant. She looked tense, though you couldn't see any anger, at least on the surface.

"So, did Tara tell you what happened?" you guessed she probably did, it's been over forty-eight hours since Tara left your apartment, and you haven't seen her since. That alone would have been enough for anyone who knew you and Tara to figure out something happened. You were actually surprised Mindy didn’t text you to fix things.

Sam sighed, but instead of answering she added sugar to her coffee and began stirring it. Honestly, you were growing impatient. "About retirement, or how she asked you to leave her?" she finally spoke up, her eyes staring into your soul.

You slumped into your seat, consumed by the look on her face when she asked that of you. Sam was disappointed, worried, she wasn’t angry, but you could tell she absolutely wasn’t happy with either you or Tara. "Both, I guess. Not that it matters. I'm leaving Woodsboro, I won't be here for two months," you told her and placed a key to your apartment on the table.

"You're leaving? You'll actually listen to Tara?" Sam got up, pressing her palms against the table and leaning over it toward you. There was anger in her eyes now and most people would have backed away, intimidated by Sam.

"Yes, but not because of what Tara said. I'll have two of the biggest fights of my life by the end of those two months and I'm not about to fuck it up," you didn't even budge when Sam got up. You slid the key across the table and met Sam's angry glare. "Tara is free to spend as much time in my apartment as she wants. She can sleep there, move in, whatever she wants. You can work here since there's about to be an open spot starting today," you had no intention of stopping, you needed Sam to hear you out.

You straightened your posture as Sam began sitting down. "Tara and I grew too codependent, Sam. We grew too attached to guilt. If it spirals out of control she'll stay by my side because she feels guilty for my retirement and I'll stay because I'll feel guilty for not being there to protect her the first time, for letting Amber make her vulnerable and not noticing she was a danger to Tara. Love built on guilt isn't love, it's just regret," you stood up, leaving enough money to pay the bill, and began walking away. You didn't have any time left. Your coach was already waiting for you outside the restaurant.

"Y/N, I'm sorry I dragged Tara into all of that," Sam's declaration didn't surprise you, she felt even more guilty than Tara did.

"It's not your fault those two were crazy," you stopped and turned to look at her.

Sam shook her head, surprising you for a moment. "It is. Billy Loomis is my father, and that's why all of that happened."

It was actually the first time you heard Sam and Tara were half-sisters. Not that it mattered. "It's not, Sam. Who your parents are has nothing to do with it. It's an insane excuse made by insane people," you shrugged and offered her a smile. "So, how about this? Instead of being Billy and Christina's daughter, how about you just remain Tara's sister?"

The last thing you expected was for Sam to grab and pull you into a hug. Whispering a small, emotion filled 'Thank you' as you patted her on the back. You had no idea when Sam found out about Billy, but things somehow began making sense. Why Sam left, why she was distancing herself from Tara when they were younger, maybe even why Tara’s dad left. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that at least some of it was connected to Billy Loomis.

“Take care of Tara,” you requested, though you understood there was no need to ask for that.

~X~

You left, you actually left and Tara couldn’t reach you, you weren’t answering your phone. It’s been three weeks since she last set foot in your apartment, she didn’t want to make Sam do more than she was already doing for her. And she missed your presence more than ever. Was this how you felt when Tara was with Amber? Alone? Lost? Tara guessed you did.

Her leg was finally healed, and she could walk once again, though she was yet to recover her strength. It would take some time and going up the stairs all the way to the third floor to your apartment exhausted her more than she predicted it would. She unlocked your doors and was met with a familiar scent, her anxiety lowering almost instantly as she was reminded of you. The place was almost exactly the same as when she left, only this time your bag was missing.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, feeling like she had to say it as she locked the doors behind her. She moved on autopilot, going to your bed and lying down. She shouldn’t have told you to leave her, and sure, she understood you would have left anyway to prepare for your fights, but she still shouldn’t have told you to leave her. She should have been there to see you off, she should have been the one you gave your spare key to, she should have hugged you and told you to be careful, she should have told you she loved you, or she should have thanked you or at least that she would miss you.

Anything would have been better than telling you to leave her.

And then, from the corner of her eye, she noticed your phone on the nightstand drawer, left there, likely on purpose. Her eyes widened and she sat up to take it, just to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. Her cheeks turned red when she noticed the photo of you and her, hugging, as your lock screen, but she couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t know, you rarely used your phone while you were with her.

~X~

Six weeks, six days, and thirteen hours. That was the last time Tara saw you, heard your voice, touched you, spoke to you. That was when she told you to leave her. So much has changed. In the few weeks since she went to your apartment and found your phone. She cut contact with her mom and moved into your apartment because she couldn't take it anymore and just needed a semblance of you in her life.

And seeing as you left your phone behind no one could reach you, not her, not Susan, no one. So, that's how she ended up in Sacramento with Sam, Mindy, and Chad, waiting for your second-to-last fight.

“Who is she fighting anyway?” she found herself asking, almost a bit excited to watch the fight, if only so she could see you.

“Uh, not sure, but her opponent fought for the title before and lost in a fairly even fight, there wasn’t even a knockout,” Chad told her. Ever since you began fighting Chad was her source of information.

You opponent fought for the title before? So, she was close in strength to the world champion? Tara remembered how you came back after your first fight and she couldn't do it, she couldn’t watch the fight. You probably still haven't fully recovered from what Amber and Richie did to you, what Amber forced Tara to do to you. So, she'd miss the start, maybe even miss the entire first round or two, because she couldn't take watching you get hurt.

“Tara?” Sam question as Tara stood up.

“I need a moment, don’t worry,” Tara assured her softly and went toward the kitchen.

“Tara, uh, can’t exactly watch Y/N’s fights. Because Y/N gets hurt,” she heard Chad explaining and Sam’s small ‘Oh,’ at that.

She entered the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. She felt cold, she missed you, she wanted to be near you, to grab onto you and not let go. Instead, all she could do was clutch the necklace you gave her, all she could do was hold onto it as she hugged herself. A sob tore through her throat, but she stopped herself when she heard the doors opening.

"Tara, honey, it's about to start," Susan came in. The woman became Tara's ally since you left, offering reassurance and convincing Tara you'd come back. Somehow, her words held more weight than anyone else's when it came to you, and Tara somewhat believed her.

"I don't think I can," Tara admitted, ashamed that she couldn't watch you even now that she knew how much it meant to Susan and you. That she couldn't watch you even if it was her fault that ten days from now, you'd be out of MMA.

Susan gently rubbed Tara's left shoulder. "I get it, how about we just sit here then. I'll go and turn the volume up so we can hear what is happening. Is that okay?"

Tara nodded and sat down. She watched as Susan turned to go and get the volume up, only to freeze on the doorstep. "It's over."

Tara felt her blood run cold. Over? What was over? The fight? She ran outside of the kitchen and took in the sight in front of her. Chad sitting there with his mouth wide open. Mindy was frozen as she leaned over to Sam to grab the popcorn. Sam just watching the TV wide-eyed and confused. And you on the TV, without a single scratch, just standing with one fist raised in the air.

She watched as the fight replayed on the TV, right from the start. Your opponent approached, and opened with a punch, only for you to counter with a punch straight to her face and she just dropped. Six seconds into the fight. You knocked the woman out in six seconds.

She just stood there, taking your figure in. Her heart beat out of rhythm as she saw the results of your training, the defined muscles, the power and speed you possessed. Tara had never spent this long away from you, even when she was with Amber you two still hung out as a part of the same friend group, and seeing you like this, so abruptly and so briefly made her realize exactly how much that affected her.

"How's the ogling going, T," Mindy's teasing made her look away. She wasn't ogling, she was just looking.

Less than two weeks to go. You'd come back to her soon.

When the title match came Tara watched with Sam, Chad and Mindy in your apartment and she nearly had an asthma attack as she watched you take hit after hit.

~X~

This was the end, in half an hour you'd step into the octagon and have your final professional fight. Yet you never felt more relaxed than you were tonight.

The doors opened and you expected to see your coach. Instead, you saw Anya Golubeva, a blonde Russian with piercing blue eyes. You met recently but between promotions that required some hostility, you didn't have any other interactions with her.

"Hello, Y/N," her accent was thick, and you stood up as she approached you. She was 5 foot 8, almost an inch and a half shorter than you, but considering her skill and strength it felt like there was no difference at all.

"Anya," you nodded to greet her, the two of you already met, and you did the usual trash talking that was supposed to hype people up for the fight, honestly, to you it was just part of the business, and from the looks of it she saw it the same way. No matter who won or what either of you would say in an interview after the fight, there wouldn’t be bad blood between you. At least you hoped that would be the case.

"I just wanted to say I am sorry this is how your career ends," the sentiment surprised you. "I wish I could have fought you at your peak, in a few years," despite being fine with the retirement that was somewhat of a regret. You'd never reach your professional peak, you were only twenty, most MMA fighters reached their peak sometime between twenty-five and twenty-eight years old. You could train, sure, but you doubted you'd reach the same heights you would've if your career continued.

Anya, however, was at her peak, in fact, most experts predicted she would wipe the floor with you prior to your previous match. Now that you knocked your opponent out in six seconds the predictions were different, and some even dared to bet on you.

You sat down, grinning a bit. "I guess that's right. I don't regret it, though."

"You were protecting a friend. Admirable, really," Anya nodded her approval.

"More than a friend, at least as far as feelings go," you blurted out, not really sure why you felt the need to say it. You just missed Tara so damn much.

Anya chuckled a bit and motioned to the bench next to you.

"Of course," at your words, she sat down and leaned her back against the wall.

"What's her name?" she asked.

"Tara," you replied, unable to keep the smile off her face.

Anya remained silent for a moment. "There's a river in the Balkans called Tara. In a small country called Montenegro. Its canyon is the deepest in Europe, so if you ever go there, make sure you take your girl rafting through it. I personally found it to be more exciting than most things I did in my life."

You had no idea there was a river called Tara, but you really wanted to see it now, and you wanted to take Tara with you. "Thanks. I'll keep it in mind."

"Make sure you do, it really is an experience," she got up. "Well then, good luck," she offered you a hand.

You took her hand and nodded. "Good luck to you too."

Her behavior took you by surprise, there definitely weren't many fighters who were openly like this. Still, there would be no holding back. You had a fight and you were going to do everything in your power to win.

~X~

She was strong. You had never encountered a fighter that could match you like this. You traded blows, and you barely got out of her submissions. You couldn't make her submit. In the four minutes since the fight started, you managed to get her on the ground once, and she easily got out. You on the other hand found yourself on the ground for the second time, with your neck in a chokehold as she pressed down on your abdomen and kept your legs immobile by holding them between her own.

In an almost desperate attempt not to lose in the first round, you managed to move your fist back enough to land a fairly strong blow to her side. Her grip on you loosened with a grunt coming above you. So, you hit her again, and then the third time before she finally let go enough for you to get your legs free and twist the position. She pushed against your abdomen with her legs, but you landed a solid right punch to her face. You raised your fist again, but just as you were about to hit her again the round ended, and you got up.

You gave one another a quick fist-bump, enjoying the way this fight was going as you separated. There was no malice in this fight. It was just a competition.

The second round started off much better. You circled each other, throwing faints, and testing the distance for a bit. You landed a low kick to her left leg, she in turn grazed your head. You exchanged a couple of punches, pulling away from one another with nearly simultaneous clean hits to the faces. You could feel blood dripping from your nose and your lower lip, you could feel the area around your left eye starting to swell. She wasn't doing much better, though. You landed an elbow on the side of her head, grazing her forehead in the process. From the looks of it, you also made a small cut on the side of her nose.

Both of you were bloody, both of you had taken several hard hits. Anya went in for a kick, but you pushed her back, landing a couple of good blows to her upper body. It wasn't enough. She quickly recovered, bouncing away from your assault. She hit you in the side with a nasty uppercut and you felt wind getting knocked out of your lungs, but you managed to block Anya's follow-up attack.

The following exchange ended in your favor when you landed three good blows to her head and upper body and finished it with a kick to the side.

You made a mistake, though. You misjudged the distance and her kick connected with your jaw. The next thing you knew you were slammed into the ground, feeling the back of your head bounce off the octagon mat and you just barely had enough consciousness to lift your forearms above your face to guard against the flurry of punches raining down upon you. And then, just as your guard was about to be shattered the round ended.

You stumbled to your side of the octagon, slowly regaining awareness of your surroundings as several icepacks were pressed against your face and sore muscles. You felt something warm trickling down your neck. You touched it and saw red. Blood. That kick made your scar bleed. Scar...

Tara.

Your breathing became steady, and you slowly shifted into the breathing pattern Zack taught you. In, out, two times in, out, in, two times out, in, out, two times in, out, in, two times out. Your head was getting clear again just as you were left on your own and just as the third round began.

You needed a bit more time, but Anya wouldn't let you have it. So, you went in, hoping a good offense would give you that precious time. You managed to surprise her, catching her in a clinch and landing two good uppercuts to her face before she pulled back. There was a smirk on her face, indicating she wasn't annoyed by your continued resistance.

You smirked back, going for a quick exchange of punches that ended with a side kick from you. The two of you had a few more exchanges, trading blow after blow and it wasn't clear who was getting the upper hand. the second minute of the third round was already halfway done when Anya went in for and went for a grapple. You had no time to react, no time to think, you just went in for a flying knee and got her right in the face. She dropped and you stumbled away from her, barely registering that the collision of her and your momentum made that hit much more effective than it ordinarily would be.

It was over.

Third round, twelve minutes in total and you were the champion. The end results of your career. Two years and five months of fighting. Thirteen fights. Thirteen wins. Twelve by a knock-out. You were the world featherweight champion. You were retired.

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For Lunch

How Arcane Characters Would Eat You Out... (part 2)

Summary: A balanced diet usually consists of three meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Which will you be joining us for today?

AN: Surprise, I live! One minute I’m having a manic episode, writing every day for a whole two weeks, the next thing I know 4 months go by and my will to live has been completely nonexistent. Don’t you fear though bc low incomes got your back and for the time being I’ve got my ✨sparkle✨ back! (take your medication kids! you wouldn’t have it if you didn’t need it!)

Word Count: 2.06k words

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Cheating, Overstimulation, Jayce is a switch lmao, Threesome, F/F/M, Mild Exhibitionism, Mild Voyeurism, Spanking, Corruption kink, Mild Dubious Consent.

Characters: F! Reader, Jayce (ft Mel), Cassandra, Silco, Vi. (You can tell who my favorites are 😣)

THERE IS NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Cassandra sips a glass of red wine from her office balcony most mornings. As the councilwoman’s secretary, you usually scurry around the office or run small errands for her in the city. Some days, when her silly little husband or naive daughter works her nerves just right, Cassandra needs to release her pent-up frustration. That’s where you come in. It’s your job to alleviate her stress and workload; what better way to relieve stress than having your secretary bent over your desk for brunch? You were always so good to her, never causing her the stress her daughter did, always willing to try the things her husband would shy away from.

One of Cassandra’s dainty gloved hands massages your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as her other hand is lodged in your sopping pussy, slowly fucking you with her long, slender fingers. It’s a privilege to have an audience with the councilwoman like this, so if you want to cum, you must beg for her, she says. At the same time, she’ll exhale lightly against your clit, teasing you all the more. You have no choice but to beg for her, not that you weren’t seconds away from dissolving in a blubbering mess anyway. The stimulation from her fingers alone was divine, but they were nowhere near enough to get you close to the edge. So you do, like a pathetic little puppy, you beg for her. You plead for her to let her anger and frustration out on you.

“Please, Miss,” you whimper. “Use me, give me all your stress. I’ll take it, all of it.”

If Cassandra’s feeling nice, she’s quick to give you what you asked so nicely for. She’ll move you to your back with your legs spread to make it easier on her own - you will never catch the counselor on her knees for anyone. She’s quick to press her de-gloved fingers back into your pulsing entrance, her mouth joining them this time, nibbling and suckling your clit. You try your hardest not to scream in pleasure- the last thing you want to do is alert someone to what is happening. But with all her stimulation, you can feel yourself tumbling toward the edge. Failure is inevitable, and you moan loudly when your orgasm consumes you.

Cassandra slows for maybe a minute as you're coming to, your pussy is pulsing around her fingers, and you’re trying to flinch away from how sensitive you feel, but she’s not stopping. She chuckles into you, steadying you with her free hand, “I’m still very frustrated, my dear. And we haven’t even gotten to the main course. I’m afraid you might need to readjust my schedule after lunch.”

Jayce would have you at the grand table in the conference hall after a relatively gruesome meeting. He would claim that after such a long boring conference, he needed a snack- he was “just absolutely famished.” You were quick to offer yourself to him, and he wasn’t hesitant to accept your offer. Jayce happily lapped at your cunt, savoring your juices almost as if he had been without food and water for weeks. There was nothing more Jayce wanted than to taste your sweet release, and he had you close to cumming relatively quickly. Jayce is incredibly skilled with his mouth; while his tongue works dutifully, leaving long broad strokes through your folds, one of his hands stimulates your clit. His thumb circles it without remorse, and you’re sure you’re falling apart then and there. But to your surprise and dismay, he halts his movements.

“Well, don’t stop now that you’ve gotten caught,” Councilwoman Medarda stood tall and as elegant as ever in the doorway. You didn’t hear her come in. In shock, you try to get up, but Jayce halts you. Heeding her wishes, Jayce continues, holding you in place with his free hand.

“I- Councilwoman- I-I’m sorry!” You squeak, trying to shuffle away from the persistent counselor between your legs.

She strolls into the room, her hips delightfully swaying as she makes her way to join you. “Don’t be. You’re not the one in trouble- What a good aide you’ve been, helping this greedy dog get his fix,” Mel says. She stands in the inner portion of the table, near your head, peering down at you. She reaches down and begins gently massaging your breasts. “I think if the poor dog wants to eat so bad, we should let him eat, and eat, and eat until his heart's content.”

There's no time for you to ponder or even process what she means. Your first orgasm comes crashing over you as Jayce takes your clit between his lips and pushes his fingers into your dripping heat. He doesn’t stop, and you can quickly feel the familiar tension returning in your lower abdomen. You attempt and fail to choke back sobs from the overstimulation. His fingers thrust in and out of you with remarkable precision and consistency. As you cum a second time, Mel comforts you by wiping the sweat from your brow and cooing gently in your ear. “There, there. If you waste all your tears night now, you won’t have any for the main event.”

Silco was a busy, busy man. It’s hard work running the undercity and raising a daughter with a loaded, trauma-filled past. So naturally, after a relatively long week of chem barron negotiations that went virtually nowhere, Silco’s patience was wearing thin. He didn’t have time to entertain you or put up with your bratty antics. That, however, has never stopped you, and you don’t take neglect from your beloved too well. If anything, it makes it ten times harder on Silco. You ramp up your brattiness and constantly interrupt his work until he snaps, deciding nothing can move forward until you’re punished.

Paper and pens are strewn off his large oak desk in seconds, and your body replaces them just as quickly. You're bent over the cold surface, standing on the tip of your toes as you present yourself to him. Your knuckles pale as your grip tightens in anticipation around the edge of the desk. “Is this what you wanted, my attention?” Silco says as he makes quick work of discarding your undergarments. You hum “yes” happily when the cool air hits your sopping cunt.

“Well, now you’ve got it, my little dove,” he says, groping and massaging the globes of your ass. Don’t be fooled. Silco isn’t letting you off scot-free. Not after all the strife you’ve caused him. His right hand lifts from your ass, and before you have time to register what he might do with it, it’s coming back down hard against your behind. You let out a surprised squeak, tensing when Silco grabs the tingling flesh.

“ Count them,” he says simply. With little warning, the next one comes down as ruthlessly as the first.

One, two, three, four, five. You heed his command and count each one. Every harsh slap is heavy and quick, causing your breath to become quick and shallow.

Your ass is on fire, but that doesn’t stop your pussy from clenching desperately around nothing. As Silco harshly squeezes your burning flesh, his thumb makes its way to massage your tight button hole and your pussy entrance, teasing you. You whine and whither in his grasp. “Do you need something?” Silco’s low vibrato causes shivers to run down your spine.

“ I need you, please,” you whimper pathetically.

“We’ll get there, dove…Right now, we’re teaching you a thing or two about patience,” You can feel Silco’s warm breath graze against your entrance. “Keep counting.” He says as laps at your pussy.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. He slaps your neglected left side just as aggressively as the other. Both sides tingle, radiating heat as Silco devours you. It’s hard for you to focus, but you manage all while grinding back into Silco’s mouth.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Silco can tell you’re close by how you tense around his tongue, and your legs start quivering. He moves to suck on your sensitive clit, and you grind backward onto his nose. Moments later you're tipping over the edge, Silco guiding you through every second of pleasure.

Once you’ve caught your breath, Silco retreats, you don’t dare to move or get up. You hear him lick his wet lips and the metal buckle of his pants come undone. “Now onto the main course, my dove.”

Due to her hostile nature, Vi had spent the first several years of her sentence alone within the concrete walls of Stillwater. The only human interaction she’d had was between meal times when the guards would bring her a tray of gray slop and stale bread or during hygiene hour when she is granted daily access to the showers. One day that changed, instead of being delivered the usual atrocity that was lunch, you’re delivered. Whether it be because her behavior improved or because the prison had reached a certain capacity, Vi didn’t know. When she got a good look at you, she quickly decided she was grateful to have a new cellmate either way.

This innocence radiated from you, something Vi craved and hadn’t had for a long time. Something about you just screams, “she doesn’t belong here.” There's no way you were in this shit hole on anything more than petty charges, false ones even, Vi pondered.

You fall into your place in the natural hierarchy so easily as well. Vi didn’t have to fight or intimidate you for anything. She was in charge from the beginning. Food, necessities- anything she asks of you, you give her. You never ask much of it. She kept peering guards off your back and ensured no bigger fish came to snatch you up. Although, maybe you should’ve been more aware of the peering eyes just behind you or the monster sleeping above you, waiting for the perfect moment to devour you whole.

Before long, the tension you seem too naive to notice becomes almost overbearing for Vi. She’d asked you to scrub her down in the shower, wash her hair, and dry her off. You had done so dutifully, assuming the way she twitched beneath your fingers was due to stress and fatigue. It wasn’t until you found yourself face down against the cool bathroom counter and stripped of your lower garments that you considered anything else.

“V-Vi!?” you stammer. Alarmed, you begin to thrash, trying desperately to face your cellmate. Only you find it’s futile. With one hand, Vi has your arms in a firm, unrelenting hold behind your back.

“So innocent, so precious,” She drags out her words like a snake, grabbing and massaging your bare ass with her free hands. “I could just eat you whole.”

Vi leaves you with no time to ponder her words before her warm mouth finds your cunt. She moans loudly at the taste sending vibrations coursing through you. You try to fight her, but your resolve is already weakening drastically, and your thrashing only serves to push you further into her warmth.

“Mmh,” she hums. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

“Please…” you whimper.

“Please what? Do you want more?” She teases. Before you have time to deny her accusations, two of her fingers join her mouth, thrusting into your dripping hole. The feeling immediately shatters what’s left of your will to fight back. Kitten-like mews and whorish whimpers erupt from your throat.

“There, there,” she coos, as your walls tense and un-tense tightly around her fingers. She can tell you’re close already.

Her mouth finds its way to your sensitive clit, and she begins sucking hard. With the combined efforts of her mouth and fingers, you're cumming in no time. Screaming out her name as your release finds you, your juices spill down Vi’s face.

When she stands, her reflection in the mirror serves as your only method of looking at her. She wears a proud smirk on her face, watching as you pant and twitch beneath her. “What a good little slut you are. When we are done, everyone in Stillwater will know who you belong to.”

Next part- For Dinner - Set to include: Sevika, Renata Glasc, Finn, Jinx, Ambessa Medarda

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Room's on Fire: Jonah

Jonah Hanson x F!OC

AU story for Rooms on Fire, with my OC, Jonah Hanson

Summary: Jonah let's off some steam.

Warnings: piv sex, rough sex, ass smacking and face covering and nails digging into skin hard, mentions of blood, it's all consensual. aftercare.

Written for my beloved @umnitsathank you for all your support of Jonah <3 Man deserves it

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There wasn't much time for romancing. Jonah was a busy man, has was captain of the guard, trying to keep the community safe at the very least. He had to plan patrols, try to make sure people were getting on okay, the guards were trained... and the girl living in the house now. She had begun to take a lot of time, even though Rey was her primary guard now. Rey was about the only person he trusted with her, and that was because Iris hated almost everyone, and she loved him.

So, often times Jonah's free time was spent either trying to get Iris to acknowledge and talk to him. Other times he was drunk in his room fucking his fist just to feel some relief. But, on small occasions Jonah found time to take pretty girl, bend her over something and give them both a good time.

She did deliveries to the mansion, and Jonah always tried to catch her. Someone had to let her in, and it was usually him. As long as Iris was doing something else, he'd pull her into the storage room and bend her over a few bags of rice. After, he'd help her carry the boxes and bags in.

That's were he was right now, railing her with her dress pushed up over her ass.

"Mmmmm, Jonah..." She whines, making Jonah speed up his thrusts and her to cry out. She was always so vocal, so loud, that's what he liked about her. "Gonna cum, Jonah..."

"Cum on my cock, baby, I got you." His fingers dug into her plush thighs, feeling the fat of her squish against him. He liked his partners on the thicker side, if he were choosing, but honestly he was just happy when he got sex. Jonah was very lucky that she was exactly his body type. Thick curves and heavy weight he loved feeling pressed against him when she's on top.

"JONAH!" She cried out, cumming around him in strong pulses, screaming his name again and again until Jonah had to slap a hand over her mouth. He wanted to hear her, he wanted to make her scream without fear of getting caught but he couldn't. His love for his daughter was used against him, and his love for Marcus's child would be exploited soon enough. He didn't need more innocent people caught up in his shit. He didn't love her. He didn't know her well enough to love her... but he cared about her.

When her second orgasm of the day blended into a third with the way he was fucking her, Jonah pulled back to smack her asscheek, smiling at the way it jiggled for him. He continued to rail her, his hips smacking into her, the slap, slap, slap on skin on skin out of time with his grunts. He was desperate for his release, feral for her, snarling in her ear but he wasn't ready for it to be done yet. Who knew when his next chance would be?

Jonah pulled out, manhandling her to stand and pushing her against a wall with her leg hitched up and he entered her again. His chest pressed against hers, still dressed incase they were caught. He pounded into her tight cunt, lifting her dress up enough where he could watching himself enter her, watching her stretch to take him.

And there was a lot to take.

His hand wondered to her other leg, propping that up as well. The only thing keeping her upright were his strong arms and the way his chest was pressed her against her body.

She sounded hesitant. "Jonah?"

"I got you, baby" Jonah muttered against the neck he pressed wet kisses into. "I got you." He licked a stripe from her collarbone to her jaw, making her shutter and her pussy clench around him. He had her.

Jonah's mouth couldn't stop talking, all his pent up frustration and anger and guilt and pressure always came out when he fucked her.

"Gonna fuck this tight little slit until you cum again, till you can't fucking walk. God I wish I could fill you up, let everyone know who you belong to when your belly swells with my child, god! Fuck, you gonna cum again, baby? Gonna come for a forth time like the needy slut you are? Yeah, yeah you are." He squeezed her ass cheek hard, wanting to mark up her pale skin, to leave some kind of reminder of him. She had the same idea, her dominate arm wrapped around his neck for support and her other on his hip. She dug her nails painfully sharp into the little fat that was on his slim, muscled hips.

Jonah hissed at the pain as she cut into him, feeling the fragile flesh break and he groaned into her mouth as he claimed it once more.

"Something to remember me by" She whispered as she dug deeper, unrelenting. Jonah felt blood at his side, revealing in the pain and using the spike to spur him on. Slam, slam, slam! Jonah wanted if he could break a hip bone from fucking too hard. Probably not, but he was going to try. He fucked into her with everything he had until he was swallowing her cries of another orgasm from her throat.

As soon as she finished cumming around him, Jonah let her down easy as he pulled out and she positioned herself onto her knees. Jonah stood before he, legs spread and his button down hanging loose on his lean body. Looking down at her pretty face, Jonah jerked his cock, only having a moment before he spurted all over her. Cum fell from her forehead to her chin, dribbling down her neck even as he tried to aim at her stuck out tongue. She looked so eager and willing, smiling as he desecrated her face.

When he finally finished, letting out a low groan as the last drops fell onto her tits in her low cut dress. He liked to think she wore it for him.

Jonah got a clean washcloth for her before anything else, opening a water bottle and wetting it to clean off her face. He was tender as he did so, careful not to let the rough clothe harm he sensitive skin. He know she had a tendency to be red-faced. No more soft face wash anymore. Once she was clean, he handed her her panties and dressed himself, pulling his jeans and underwear over the grey patch of hair below his navel in one go. Then, he rest rapped his gun and holster, having taken that off and placed it safely on a shelf.

"You ready, baby?" He extended a hand to her, pulling her off the floor as she smiled. He enjoyed letting off steam, and four orgasms later it seemed like she enjoyed them too. It was nice, after long days and so much work, constantly worrying about his two girls, and drinking himself to sleep every night just to get a few hours of rest before waking up from nightmares... This was a rare reprieve. The girl had told him she dreamed of her dad burning still... how could Jonah explain he dreamed of Marcus too?

Jonah and her walked out of the storage room where they promptly ran into Rey, with a big smile on his face. Great, he was going to tell Iris and it was going to be a whole thing... unless Rey didn't think anything was going on? He could be oblivious sometimes...

"Hey Jonah!" He also greeted the delivery girl. "You guys putting thing away? I was just coming by to see if you needed help."

"Oh, yeah!" She answered without missing a beat. "That would be great!" And she lead the men towards her delivery cart.

"Oh man, you okay?" Rey asks and points to Jonah's hip. Blood from her nails was bleeding through his shirt.

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lorkai · 2 years

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Hello! I have a one-shot request if you don't mind, do feel free to ignore this if requests are closed but could you do one-shot about a GN mc who was betrayed by their "best friend" ? Or they found out they were fake and were using them.

It actually just happened to me and wanted some comfort,, that's all.

Thank you

Stay and eat well, and take your time

Bye!

✧*。 A/N: It's a really horrible situation when you're betrayed by a friend and I'm sorry for you, honey. I hope you make good friends in the future and that you can get through it all. I wanted to write this request when you sent it, but I got stuck in a scene and felt like some scenes got too, uh, superficial maybe??? Still I hope it comforts you somehow :)

✧*。Warnings: Angst, Hurt/comfort, I proofread but it's always possible that some spelling mistake goes unnoticed.

The absolute silence was only broken by the heavy sobs that escaped your throat, thick tears running down your eyes like a waterfall as you rocked back and forth, trying hard to forget everything that happened today. The treetops were tall and dense enough that moonlight was unable to penetrate the woods you took refuge in, and even if darkness began to surround you everywhere and you needed to use your D.D.D, you would rather remain in the dark with the strange animals than deal with your troubled feelings right now.

You really should start noticing the signs of a bad day. Your late alarm was just the first of the signs, followed by Beel eating all your breakfast and you forgetting your homework on the study table and having to listen to your teacher's lecture in front of the entire class. But there was a saying where you come from and it said, “If things are bad now, they might get worse later.”

Only you didn't expect them to get worse this way.

You prided yourself on knowing that you were a good friend to the people around you, you always listened and helped them, made them laugh with your awkward jokes or stories you heard and read. The thing was, when you make a friend, you put your hand on fire for them, your loyalty is immeasurable like that. But the loyalty of a certain demon cannot be said the same.

"MC is the most annoying person I've ever met. I just made friends with them to spend more time with the brothers." You could still hear that person's voice mocking you, saying how they used you for their own benefit without realizing that you were right behind them, swallowing the crying and the heartache. "And my god, when they started talking I got so bored!"

You hated to think about how someone you thought of as a best friend could do something like that. And even if it wasn't your fault, even if you had been a faithful friend to that person, you couldn't help but feel stupid remembering that you shared your most precious moments with them, that you told your secrets and jokes, that you stayed for hours. that you stayed for hours on the phone with her and that the two of you often had meetings to study together. It was humiliating, still, how she had the nerve to say everything she said in front of everyone and act like she hadn't said anything when she saw you. Today was one of the worst days of your life and you wanted the pain to go away soon.

Your D.D.D's display indicated that you were receiving another call from one of the brothers, but you didn't have the strength to press the button and answer. You just wanted to cry and scream until your vocal cords were hurting, and maybe punch some punching bags to get rid of the pent-up anger. Finally the call ended followed by a flurry of messages, but you let your head fall on your shoulder and closed your eyes, you didn't want to think about them now, your thoughts were being completely influenced by a silly anxiety that they too found your presence irritating and put up with you for the sake of the exchange program.

"Or like her, they put up with me because I'm related to Lilith and they're waiting for an opportunity to send me away?" You thought out loud. And that possibility brought new tears to your eyes, you absolutely didn't want that to be true and you struggled desperately with that lingering thought, rocking your body back and forth. "Do they really love me? Do they like the things I say?"

A hand suddenly grabbed your shoulder and you screamed, struggling to get away from whoever was holding your shoulder as quickly as possible. Punching and kicking everything within your reach as tears blurred your vision, golden and green reflections slipping in and out of focus.

"MC, calm down, it's me." Said Satan. His voice serving to keep you grounded and make you calm down slowly, ever wise he synchronized your breath with his as he held your hand and rubbed the skin with his thumb. Satan didn't ask unnecessary questions or scold you for staying out after curfew, choosing to pull you to his chest after you had calmed down. Concern apparent on his features. "It's not true... What you said is not true, we love you. You're family, Mc, never doubt that."

Family. You felt your heart do somersaults inside your chest as you rested your head on his chest, feeling mental fatigue wash over you. "You know what...?"

“Yes, we know. A succubus told Asmo about what had happened." Satan said sweetly, trying to spare you from telling what had happened. His hand rubbed your back awkwardly as if to help ease what you were feeling. "It's hard to forget the pain or overcome it, but unfortunately it is from it that we have to learn sometimes.” He seemed to think a lot about what and how to say it, but the sincere eyes and the hand on your shoulder told you exactly what he wanted to say. Move on, be strong.

"Actually easier said than done. Mainly because I see her there every day." You replied, wondering how things would be in the future, if the demons would treat you differently because of what happened and if she would have the courage to ask for your forgiveness or to pretend that nothing happened, or to dare to have the audacity to ask for a second chance when you both knew that second chance would never come. Trust is earned and not given to just anyone, she wouldn't deserve your friendship. "I don't want to see her anymore, Satan."

"And you don't have to." Another voice sounded in the woods, stiff, more powerful. It was Lucifer and his eyes looked like they wanted to set fire to everything they were able to see except you and his brother. He licked his lips as if trying to gather his thoughts and exchanged a look with Satan that you weren't able to understand. "Her entire curriculum was changed so that you don't have the same classes, and Diavolo and I had a word with her about the wrong attitudes she had. And that won't happen again, one of my brothers always will be there if you need us." Lucifer's hand landed on your head like he always did when congratulating you after passing every subject or conquering something you really wanted and you smiled.

The feeling of betrayal flew away. Not forgotten, never forgotten, but you allowed yourself to navigate the warm feel of Satan's embrace and Lucifer's kind eyes, allowed yourself to think less about her and more about the people who were still by your side. You chuckled at the thought you had earlier, they wouldn't betray you and you were sure of it.

"OIIII MC!" Mammon screamed in the distance. "THE GREAT MAMMON HAS COME TO TAKE YOU HOME. EVERYONE IS WAITING!"

You immediately noticed how the birds began to fly, irate, at the noise the avatar of greed was making. He continued screaming but this time in terror. Some of the birds flew over him to make him shut up and squirrels left their tree houses to throw fruit on his head, it was a common scene you saw in cartoons and that brought a big smile to your face. Only in Devildom would such a thing happen and it was hilarious to see him dodge the fruits and birds while running for his life, you tried to call out to him in laughter but Mammon had already run away.

Lucifer contained a smile on his face as he texted his younger brother and held your other hand shyly. And he winked at you as you looked at him in surprise at his sudden display of affection, but you concluded he was trying to make you feel comfortable in his own way. Lucifer was not eloquent with words like Satan neither as truthful as Mammon, but he had his own charm in comforting the people he loved.

"Let's go home, boys." You smiled, wiping the last tears from your eyes and breathing in the fresh forest air once more. Meanwhile, Satan made sure to pick up your backpack and make sure nothing was missing as you started down the path to the House of Lamentations. "Can we have a movie night and have ice cream tonight?"

"Whatever you want, MC." Lucifer assured.

But you already had everything you wanted. A family that loved you, good friends and you wouldn't trade any of that, ever. On the way home you stopped to buy lots of ice cream and Satan entertained you with funny tales from the book he was reading recently or comments about the weather or whatever you were going to do once you got home. Lucifer made a comment or two, but spent most of his time texting his brothers.

"MC, my dear, I've prepared a warm bath for you." Asmo's sweet voice rang out and he kissed your cheeks as soon as you entered, looking at you with more care and affection than was natural to him. Behind him came Belphie carrying his cow pillow and a stuffed sheep, your stuffed sheep that he'd probably been hugging during your absence - he always did that. He said it helped when he missed you and with a smile he handed you his plushie back. "Welcome back Mc. Do you want some tea?"

You declined with a polite nod. It was frozen outside and you only seemed to feel it now that the sadness had been consumed by the heat of your feelings, instead you let yourself be dragged into Asmo's room and guided into his huge bathroom. The sight never ceased to amaze you no matter how many times you were there when you applied makeup in front of the mirror or he let you shower there. Pillars snaked up the high ceiling and circled an enormous bathtub, bigger than the one in Levi's room. You thought of it as a swimming pool even though one would be unable to drown in it. The scent of bath salts, perfumes and creams perfumed the air around you. It almost gave you a headache.

"Honeyboo, look at me for a moment?" Asmo asked tenderly and you did as requested. "You probably know this, but I want you to be sure. That wasn't your fault. She didn't deserve you, my angel, so don't blame yourself. It's hard to get through something like this alone, so I'd be here for when things got unbearable, ok? Everything's gonna be fine, love."

After that he left you alone with your thoughts and the hot water. It was refreshing and you just thought about how you felt like a phoenix, breaking free from invisible chains to become better and wiser. You let the water wash everything bad down the drain and put on the most comfortable clothes you had, looking in the mirror to see that your eyes were more natural and happy. After that, feeling happier because of the support of your favorite demons, you walked into the living room watching how Levi and Mammon were choosing movies, sometimes fighting over control when one wanted to read the movie synopsis and the other wanted to keep searching. Taking advantage of their distraction you tiptoed over to them and wrapped your arms around their shoulders, causing Mammon to jump high in fright and Levi to freeze.

"M-M-MC?" Levi was quick to hug your waist and bury his face in your stomach. He was mumbling something about normies and how traitors should pay dearly, but you got nothing else. Levi was like a kitten who wouldn't let go of your leg no matter how many times you tried to get rid of his paws, so you resigned yourself to massaging his scalp and sighing at the smell of bread rising from the oven that filled the house. "MC, you're going to sit next to me during the movie, right? Best friends are always by your side after al-"

When he recovered Mammon pushed Levi away and hugged you tight as if afraid of losing you. You knew that of all the brothers it was Mammon who understood you the most, and even though he was blushing, he didn't back down like every other time. "MC will sit with The Great Mammon, I'm their first. I promise you none of this will ever happen again as long as I'm on your side, Mc."

"Thanks, you two. Couldn't ask for better friends." You smiled, caressing each of their cheeks. Your heart was out of step with the events of that day, but even so, things were fine now and as long as you had your seven demons dear by your side, everything would be fine. After all, you loved Mammon's shenanigans, playing with Levi all night, gossiping with Asmo, cuddling with Lucifer, reading with Satan, working out with Beel and watching the stars with Belphie. You didn't know how you could think they would betray you but looking at them there proved to you that they would never be capable of something like this, and neither would you. You were loyal to your friendships and always would be.

The brothers came running into the living room once the movie had started. You sat between Levi and Mammon as promised earlier, and even though there were other seats available, Beel sat at your feet and rested his head on your ankles, as well as offering you bread and candy throughout the movie. Some more than others comforted you in their own way, demonstrating that they loved you above all and that they would be there whenever you need them. And that feeling of belonging could make you cry, that is, if you still had a few tears left to cry. It was special and you held your chest as if to keep that feeling from fading.

"I love you all, thanks for everything."

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Break Me Slowly|Part 18|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: Part 18 let's goooo! I don't know if I mentioned before but figuring out the pacing on this has been roughhhhh, I haven't seen the finale yet because I want to hear Levi's voice only in dub, so I'm debating just watching it in sub for the sake of the story or to wait until dub and get the best experience with the end of the show. Once we get closer to the end of where the show leaves off I'll decide but just so everyone knows this won't end where the show does but a bit after :3 BTW, if anyone wants to be on the taglist for this reply to this post and I'll add you! And don't forget to put your suggestions for hitting 100 followers either in my inbox or in the replies of the 100 followers post!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, vaguely implied suicide, etc.

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Erwin and Hange stare at Evelyn. a mixture of shock and disgust coming over their features.

"Hange, Erwin." She says flatly in greeting.

"How could you Evelyn- You're with them?" Hange grits her teeth but clearly is on the edge of tears.

She stays silent, in truth, she had nothing to say. A small part of her felt bad for helping cause all of this, but she justified it since they turned their backs on her first.

"Well? Aren't you going to give some pathetic excuse to defend yourself of all these disgusting actions?" Erwin was no where near as moved as Hange was, he was clearly upset he had been caught and the person he fucked over was roaming free.

"I could say the same for you Commander. What's the matter? Upset your sins have caught up to you? Does it not haunt you at night that you left a unsuspecting woman to the cruelty of a monster? You knew what Levi was like, you fucking knew it and then you covered up for him. Do you feel no remorse for that?"

Erwin stares her down coldly, he and Levi were a lot alike, they both despised having their faults be pointed out by anyone. They both believed that they were perfection incarnate and everyone else was lesser than to be stepped on as needed.

Hange speaks instead. "Evelyn please, I know you went through some shit so your brain isn't all there, but that isn't excuse for all of this. You've deluded yourself so far thinking that Levi is this evil monster in your head but he's not, remember how he was?"

"Oh please Hange, don't be so naive to believe whatever Levi shovels into your mouth. He's always been this way, you've just bought into it like I did. He's a monster. The scum of the earth, just like Commander Erwin here. Isn't that right?"

Erwin's jaw is clenched in anger. "All you'll ever be is scum from the Underground who thought she was somebody because Levi had a crush."

She reaches out and slaps him hard across the face, pent up anger at him, at Levi, at this whole system where reputation and money was what bought you belief, all of it coming out at once. She hadn't had a place for all of this built up rage, and it felt good to get it out. Maybe she even understood where Levi was coming from a bit.

"Feel better now?" He continued. "The only reason you got to where you are is because Levi wanted to sleep with you. He saved you from certain death many times, sure you have some skill, but without him on your back you would have been just another "fallen hero" everyone would forget about. The amount of men that have died because he chose to save you over them is what made me turn a blind eye to this make believe victimhood you've placed yourself in."

"You're saying I'm just playing the victim? For what? What could I possibly hope to gain?" Tears threatened to spill over onto her cheeks.

"Who knows? And excuse for divorce so you can take half of what he has? Maybe you thought you wanted something but the pressures of marriage are too much for you so you're running away. All you do is run away."

Indignation flared inside her, she could tell by his expression he was just putting on a speech and show so that Hange and those around would buy into the lie Levi sold that she had just made herself an imaginary victim. He knew the truth, Levi knew the truth, they both just had a name to throw behind a claim that everyone believed.

"I hate you." She spits out, the tears spilling over.

"Please don't cry, I hate to see women cry."

She wanted to see him dead, she wished that the previous king, no matter how fake, had hung this son of a bitch from the highest point so that everyone could see his rotting body. But that would come, eventually, she had promised Eren she'd be patient and follow his lead when it came to vengeance. He would take care of it for her, she just had to follow along where needed, then everything would be okay.

"Get these two out of here, make sure they're ready to leave."

"Leave? Where are we going?" Hange tried to keep the small twinge of fear out of her voice.

Evelyn took a deep breath and composed herself, subtly wiping away those aggravating tears. "If everything went well, Levi should be nothing more than a rotting corpse by now."

Both of their eyes went wide, slightly stunned.

"That's right. Eren, Zeke, they set a trap for him. Now we're going to make sure he's dead, I would have stayed with him but I wanted to make sure we all got to see the carnage together. You don't mind coming do you?"

They say nothing, following as they're dragged along.

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The search for the remains of Levi was extensive and long, each moment increasing Evelyn's anxiety. What if Zeke's plan didn't work? What if Levi was waiting for her, ready to pounce the moment she showed her face? There was no possible way that he could have survived all of that, but this was Levi, he was a demon, no matter what was thrown his way he always survived.

This would be different. He was dead, she was safe, her fear would dissipate when she saw his body for herself. She would truly be free once she knew, gone from his oppression and free to do everything she wanted.

Their group returned to the forest, why Evelyn had left in the first place was to distance herself from the carnage. Guilt still ate at her, she had needed to put some kind of barrier between them so she felt better. Confirmation of his death would make the guilt leave completely, she was sure.

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A trail of wreckage dragged through the entire forest, slaughtered Titans were nothing but bones now, vaporizing with a cloud of steam.

No trace of Levi could be found, the stirring fears making her palms sweaty and her heart beat out of her chest. Even though Hange and Erwin seemed just as worried as she, Evelyn could bet that they were worried for a much different reason.

"Over there!" Someone shouted.

The group followed the direction the soldier was pointing, finding the charred boards that looked like it belonged to a small cart.

Zeke was no where to be found, Levi was no where to be found, it was empty.

"Where could he have gone?" Floch asked, slightly annoyed because he was still in the rain.

"The riverbank, look-!"

Evelyn was first, pushing past everyone else. She had to know what had become of her husband.

Erwin and Hange were close behind, hoping beyond hope that their friend was still alive.

His body was burned, shards of blade sticking out from his body and face. His fingers were gone, he was utterly still.

The other two were just as frozen as she, unable to believe what they were seeing. To them, their beloved comrade was gone.

To Evelyn, she was free.

#break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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liminal-storage · 8 months

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#3: Quiver (Free Choice)

Prompt: Free Write

Characters: Kuni Content Warning: None Notes: Kuni, a late night, and a strange little cavern room in Priarch's basement. Vague mentions of characters belonging to @thedarknesssings.

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It never failed.

Every encounter with Helios or Urien set her blood to boiling, her limbs to restless wandering. Pent up anger and violent urges, and all the words she'd had to bite back put a sense of tension into every one of her movements.

Even hours after they'd gone, and with the buzz of alcohol skipping through her veins, she found herself clenching her teeth in anger and she knew she needed to go for a walk. It was the only real outlet she had for such energy at the moment, and getting away from the bar seemed like a good idea.

Why her steps then carried her deeper into the halls of Priarch, rather than out, she would never truly know. Maybe her words to Lyrin'a about hidden nooks and crannies had instilled some vague curious hunger, and curiosity was certainly better than anger at the moment. Regardless, it seemed that some exploration was in order, if only to cool her head.

There were certain doors she would not open, hallways where venturing was completely out of the question. The oubliette, Spider's sanctum, and Celestin's wing of the infirmary were places you didn't simply go without an invitation (or at least without a hell of an excuse to back you up). And so she had to venture even deeper, into lower levels and darker halls.

Dark enough that she vaguely wondered whether those paths had always been there or not, or if her half-drunk mind was playing tricks on her. Dark enough that only her keen night vision allowed her to see a way forward at all.

When at last she came to a stop, the smell of damp stone surrounded her. Kuni found herself having to blink and come back to herself, for she could not remember what turns she'd taken to get here, or how deeply she must've descended. Gathering a deep breath, the woman reached out to lay a palm flat against the nearest wall. Not just the scent of stone...it was stone, the natural curve of some underground cavern meeting the warmth of her skin.

Strange.

She let her fingertips trace over the cool surface, along dips and bumps and one small crack until they met the edge of some sort of seam. She blinked some more, squinted and focused on the spot where her fingers came to rest. The surface felt different. Smoother, slightly warmer. Polished, almost. Wood?

There was a door here.

Caution and apprehension rose up, clashed violently against curiosity and intrigue. She ought to turn back, forget her find. Crawl into bed at home and declare this one of those things better left alone. It'd be easier. Safer. Probably more advisable than what she was about to do. Who knew what waited behind that door?

Carefully, her fingers found the knob and gave it a tentative turn. Met with no resistance, she followed the inward swing of the door.

Red eyes squinted against a sudden burst of light. It wasn't exactly bright, but it was unexpected enough to have her vision momentarily blurring. She could tell immediately where the light came from, oddly enough. Hot wax and the whooshing whisper of countless tiny flames told her it was nothing more than candlelight.

One eye peeled open, then the other, and sure enough her sight was met by the warm glow of dozens upon dozens of candles. Their light outlined dark pews, dark stone, and the shape of what appeared to be an altar.

Thin shafts of light filtered down from above, struggling to squeeze through the gaps between lush green vines dangling through a crevice. Beyond the faintly illuminated pews, the darkness seemed to swallow all other light. Hungry. Yawning. Oppressive. It was not just a room, but a larger cavern, the air cold yet thick.

No iconography decorated the space. Aside from what seemed to be an offering bowl upon the altar, she couldn't see any other ceremonial tools. But only a fool would miss the thin stream trickling down through the crevice to pool in a stony basin of fathomless, dark water. No iconography, but she remembered well the talk of black water.

This place must be for the Secariots, then. Or for the strange shadows residing within them, along with any followers of theirs.

Aside from the gentle rush of water and the candles' soft whispers, all was quiet. Not a soul moved within the space, or at least none that she could sense. But then, who had lit the rows upon rows of candles? The thought sent a brief shiver down her spine, not at all helped by the shadows which seemed to stretch out towards her like reaching fingers. Was someone preparing for a sermon here in the burgeoning dark?

She should probably leave, didn't want to be seen as defiling the space simply due to her curious presence. But it was quiet here. So strangely peaceful in spite of the faint chill of unease. Something about the cool air flowing against the walls quieted the rage in her head. Something in the pattern of the flickering firelights calmed her heartbeat. Here, so deep below the main building, so far away from the sights of the bar and the harsh lights and the lingering sickening feeling the night had left her with, there came a soothing ease. The same sort of ease that came with lying in a cold, dark room to remedy a splitting migraine.

It was enough to coax her forward to kneel by the water's edge and lay her forehead against the cool stone. She wouldn't think too hard about what was worshipped here, or the possibility of other souls arriving. She liked the way this cavern quieted her rampant thoughts.

All she really wanted was a moment; a few more breaths of peace before something inevitably came to interrupt it. And if the stewards of the space decided that was a sin?

Well, she'd just have to pay penance, she supposed.

#ffxivwrite 2023 #ffxivwrite #ritz writing #Kuni Muinvel

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summercreolefanfictioner · 2 years

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pov: you are Kanato Sakamaki’s vampire doll

You read the title right. I made one ‘cause I’m a Kanato Sakamaki simp. Well, it all started when I read this headcanon post, and I thought, “hey what if there’s a human doll out there that Kanato takes an interest in and that doll happened to be their maid”

I listed all the headcanons until I came up with the whole story. The story outline looks like this:

Shuu received a letter from Karlheinz (as usual) about a vampire who starved himself because the bastard won’t drink human blood.

ofc Shuu ain’t interested on that part so he skipped at the bottom where he read the vampire has a mortal underling

The human wasn’t a bride. Fvck no blood drinking then

They were not allowed to kill her, but she can be anything they want (slave, toy, gardener, whatever)

They don’t know where this mortal is btw or if she knows her way to the mansion (not that they care of course)

Subaru dragged a hooded mortal inside the mansion, claiming “she won’t talk so I brought her here”

Laito and Kanato reprimanded him like the big brother they are (”Girls don’t like it rough”) yeah right as if you know how women want it jk

The girl’s small, even smaller than Yui (around 145 cm), but she looks like a doll. You know, those dolls with long dark hair and red eyes? That one.

The triplets were delighted.

“Another food!”

Let’s not forget little Yui here. Poor girl’s actually relieved there’s another human in the house (and it’s a girl ;w;)

However, Reiji ruined the triplets’ hopes and dreams.

“I don’t think she’s food.”

Ayato be like: “Food is food!”

Ofc Reiji has to win the argument so he drank her blood and said, “Her blood doesn’t taste anything.”

Poor vampires. They got a worthless human.

Shu deduced that her vampire caretaker must have made a spell so she won’t be their food.

Well, their father told them not to kill her. Might as well make her their maid.

Another fun fact: the girl can’t speak.

“Not only does she lack taste, but she also can't speak!”

Our loli-boy Kanato likes it though. The girl can be a great addition to his doll collection.

They all call her Doll because she behaves like one.

She’s even cuter, dressed-up in those Victorian-era maid uniform.

Yes, it’s a long skirt ‘cause Reiji won’t allow her to wear those promiscuous skirt cosplay stints that his brothers adore (particularly the triplets *coughs*Kanato*coughs*)

Ayato was the first one to learn about Doll’s name (the name’s Maya btw)

Kanato likes her name and takes it upon himself to make her his doll

Reiji allowed him, under the condition he clean up his own mess if he decide to kill her eventually (despite their father’s orders)

Kanato thought it was all good until Reiji has set up rules for his ownership of the family’s Doll much to his dismay.

Maya was still assigned to do the other household chores.

He thinks Reiji’s just being lazy and wants to boss her around.

Surprisingly, Shuu agrees with Reiji (even the others were shocked)

“That fool is not noisy, and she makes the best steak.“ what a reason, right? The steak’s probs the reason why Maya is still in the house

Well, Maya spends her free time with Kanato so it was all dressing up as one of his dolls, eating with him during tea parties, accompanying him when he goes out to buy stuff

All fun and games until Kanato takes out a hidden knife and starts to mark some gruesome sht on her skin to vent out his pent-up anger and frustration

Would also choke her when he feels like it

Kanato loves that she doesn’t produce any sound and would only contort her face in pain and pure fear

She ain’t gonna die ofc

Once Kanato sees the waterworks, he’ll immediately stop and reward his poor doll

Make sure the tears are real or the punishment’s gonna be double

Yui thinks Maya is lucky ‘cause she’s not treated as a food in the house.

And yes, this fic is an Ayato x Yui one so our poor Yui is sad that Ayato treats her as a food.

Maya doesn’t think the same ‘cause her former master didn’t drink her blood, and she wanted him to (poor doll)

But, one day, Kanato decides to drink her blood.

The thought dawned on him when he was in the kitchen and Maya was baking a cake for him.

The middle triplet knew Maya’s blood doesn’t have a taste, but he had this nagging idea.

“I’ll just put cream on the spot so her blood can have a taste.”

Ha! Genius.

And so, carefully, he walked up to her and hugged her from behind, dipping a finger in the cream and spreading it on her neck.

Before she could stop him, he had already sunk his fangs into her flesh and drank the blood.

Surprisingly, her blood has a unique, sweet taste. And no, it didn’t come from the cream.

Our poor boy felt like he had been lied to.

Don’t worry, no tantrums galore... yet.

Maya is clueless actually ‘cause all she knows is that her blood doesn’t have a taste (or at least according to Reiji)

Kanato loves this. Finally, a doll for myself. No more fighting with my brothers over a sacrificial bride.

He tells her lovingly, "Maya-san, starting from now, I'll be the only one to drink from you. This will be our secret, okay?"

Their relationship was an open secret tbh ‘cause the others instantly noticed something was up between them. Maya would walk around the house with fresh and semi-healed bites here and there.

Kanato has also been humming happily by himself, talking to Teddy alone as usual, but he had this smug expression as if he had beaten them all.

The set-up has also been taken further a notch when Kanato remembered something important.

He hadn’t kissed her before sucking her blood!

They were alone at the library when he told her that. Maya was a stuttering clumsy mess, dropping her brush when he teases her.

“Hehe, how cute~”

Of course, Kanato gives her a kiss. It was a brief one, but warm and tastes like candy. He kisses her again, and tells her to open her mouth. After their make-out session, Kanato tells her he’s gonna give her lots of it the next time before leaving her flustered.

One time, the brothers were summoned to the demon world. Yui and Maya have the mansion to themselves so they had a mini sleepover

(Yes, I’m crying happy tears ‘cause Yui usually spends her time with testosterone-filled vampire boys *cries*)

They confess about their feelings to the two brothers (and at this stage, I realized our Laito boy doesn’t have his own gf... or not, the fvcker probably has many to begin with)

Kanato came back from the demon world but gave Maya the cold shoulder. Reiji got tired of seeing her lovesick expression so he ordered her to deliver a cupcake to Kanato’s room.

But the thing is Kanato was mad at her

Maya didn’t know what she had done wrong, but Kanato was all like “Why are you smiling so purely whenever you’re around Yui-san? Is that it? You like her more than me?”

Tantrums galore here and there. Mostly him telling you everything he did for you.

Maya was a perceptive doll, of course. Let’s not underestimate her power to calm Kanato down. While he was ready to strangle her to death, she suddenly spoke the first syllable of his name (that’s progress right there)

“Ne, Teddy, you think Maya has been a good girl?” Thank heavens Teddy is on your side.

She finds out later Kanato hates the fact that Yui was the first to know that Maya likes him. Like, LIKE. He knew because he summoned a poor demon soul inside one of his dolls to keep guard of her.

To compensate for her ‘betrayal’, Kanato demanded a love confession.

“I’ll be waiting for it.” Maya better prepare a love confession worthy of his affection lest she wanted to die.

One day, Shuu and Reiji were ordered to make Maya go to school using their surname. She was supposed to share classes with Laito and Subaru (the two aren’t classmates, Maya just needed to make up for missing courses)

Ofc Kanato had a throwing fit. Maya must be by his side at all costs.

Shuu’s ear was prob damaged from his brother’s cries so he wrote a letter to their father.

Karlheinz was prob pranking them because he replied with a "I am just kidding, you lot. Why would I tear apart Kanato from his beloved doll? I am looking forward to this development, after all." (For some reason, Laito and Reiji were skeptical about the last part)

Kanato and Maya were classmates, but they’re sitting apart from each other. Well, it’s better than her sharing class with his two younger brothers.

It was all good until their other classmates started talking to her, especially this one who kept sending flirty winks and grins. Maya thought the guy prob had an eye infection or something.

They had a project for their class and it was by partner, so this guy took it upon himself to ask Maya. The girl would only look at him blankly and when he tried to touch her, she instantly slapped his hand away. She didn’t mean to be rude. She’s just not used to someone being close.

The others already started whispering that Maya has a horrible attitude and is a stuck up.

Kanato didn’t want them to torment her because she’s his doll. The one to hurt her should only be him and no one else.

He suddenly intertwined his fingers with hers in front of them (hugged her even!) and told this poor guy to back off if he knows what’s good for him.

The others were in disbelief at his public display, claiming it was incest. Kanato found it ridiculous, telling them he did all those because Maya is his and no one else’s.

“I hope you understand what I mean,” he suggested

This little sneaky bastard

Another rumor was born from this: Kanato and Maya share the same surname because they are married. He knows his father won’t be proud but who cares?

Shuu already dreaded opening their father’s new letter, so Reiji had to do it for him.

Karlheinz was a proud father alright

"Kanato has impressed me, hence making my project go forth and develop into something greater. I hope all of you will be able to cooperate with this one to keep up the good work."

They kept up with the rumor until Kanato proposed to Maya about making it real. She still wasn’t sure but she wanted to be by his side.

Many things happened after because Maya kept on having these apparitions (SPOILER ALERT: Her former master performed a blood transfusion spell to her so she could inherit his vampire powers, but her awakening wasn’t complete because the master was killed by a vengeful vampire hunter. Kanato later kills off this vampire hunter because he was lurking around their territory.)

Maya fell off the balcony and Kanato thought he was too late as she was already lying on the ground stained in her blood.

She still survived, though because of her vampire blood and Kanato’s healing saliva. But her lifespan’s fleeting since she’s an incomplete vampire.

Kanato turns her so she could live with him forever. (More like suffer this damn eternity with him)

Her awakening wasn’t still complete as she lost her sight, though it was a side effect. Kanato grew tired of her blindness so he performed a spell to return her sight.

Heck, our boy’s so dramatic he performed this magic in his doll room where he laid Maya inside a glass coffin and surrounded her with flowers (Subaru’s gonna kill him for stealing the flowers but whatever)

Maya finally awakens, but Kanato wasn’t happy.

He was like, “I did all the work and all I get is a “thank you”? Give me my reward!”

Reward is sex, of course. Who are we kidding now? Kanato loves sex soooooo

Ended the fic with an implied coffin sex ‘cause it’s big enough to fit the two of them

(will probably add bonus chapters of their life as a “teenage married couple”)

Link for the complete fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39089730/chapters/97786371

Link for the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6yquxtUbYiL2UvuAsbN8lG?si=68ac7c9db78d4db3

#kanato sakamaki #diabolik lovers #kanato x oc #kanato x reader #sakamaki kanato #diabolik lovers headcanons #kanato sakamaki headcanon #ayato sakamaki #yui komori #reiji sakamaki #shuu sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers fanfic #sakamaki triplets #sakamaki brothers #maya sakamaki #kanato's vampire doll #kanato x maya

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sugarkissesu · 3 days

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Hate sex with butters and kenny!! Bully!Bimbo!Fem!reader who bullies kenny and butters but then then become the bullies😫😫😫😫

-🧋anon

i love bully!reader so much people need to write more of that type of reader

(NSFW. F!Reader)

You loved getting what you wanted and hated whenever someone tried to deny whatever u desired. If you wanted some scrawny nerd to do your homework for you there should be no talking back!

Butters helped you in art class. Whenever there’s was a drawing assignment or art project you had him do all the work for you and just signed your name at the bottom. You weren’t totally gifted in art like he was but, it didn’t matter because you were hot asf. A walking sex symbol wherever you went and you loved to show it off proudly.

You went to Kenny whenever you needed free food since he word at City Wok after school. You didn’t ever have to pay, I mean why would you ever need to play when you were hot as shit. Your bouncy tits in your tiny v-cut crop tops always paid for whatever you needed. Everything was going good until Kenny started to get more confidence in defending himself around you.

He started to not give you free meals at his job, saying his boss was finding out and he couldn’t risk losing the money. What an asshole! Not letting you get free food anymore out of pure selfishness. That’s fine, you still had Butters wrapped around your pretty finger. But, there was a problem with him to.

He explained to you his dad was getting suspicious with all the extra homework he’s been doing at home so now he has to stop doing your work. What an even bigger asshole! This was starting to really mess with you. Now, you had to get some other geeks to do your homework AND buy you free lunch. This was starting to become to much work for your brain to handle so, you came up with compromise that both Kenny and Butters would easily accept.

In exchange for doing your homework and getting Chinese food for free, you’d let them fuck you on occasion. The only rule was they had to use a condom, you can’t get pregnant with a losers baby!

You didn’t think Bitters or Kenny would have the confidence to get rough with you during sex but, they surprised you after a couple times having sex they wanted to make it known they didn’t like you bossing them around. Hated it in fact, hated how much a dumb girl got whatever she wanted just because she’s smoking hot with a nice pair of tits and ass. They both showed you how pissed off they were by taking that pent of frustration and anger out on your pussy.

Anger sex was always a must with them, they didn’t enjoy slow or passionate sex. They needed to make you feel beneath them just how you made them feel thousands of times over. You bullied them with words but they bullied you with a cock roughly fucking your face or beating your pussy up from the back, slapping your ass making your skin all warm and hot.

#sugarsposts #🧋 anon

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princess-of-the-corner · 8 months

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Ok good, soooooo i have got a chloe antivillain au!!!!

It is chloe centric(obviously) and basically chloe becomes a villain but a good one? Like doc doof from phineas amd pherb, he is a villain but like a good person and agent p likes him, so I thought of something like that for this au.

Chloe will go the new York with the family because andre wants to meet zoe's father(oh right this is set somewhere after queen banana), here chloe find the hen miraculous and its kwami Free, who rapresent the concept of anger, he notice chloe's pent up anger amd just goes"hey kid wanna go apeshit?" I still haven't decided how chloe find the miraculous or Free personality(I was thinking about some uncle iroh vibes) , do chloe start her carrier as a villain by robbing a bank and flirting by accident with an american heroes(the one who keep the hawk miraculous, I think she is called sparrow?) And realize she is a lesbian mid fight.

Oh I modified a little chloe's personality, here she cares deeply of her friends and consider them family, this group include felix, adrien, alix and sabrina(and at some point it will include lila too), with alix and adrien she has broken their friendship but she still is willingly to do anything for them.

Oh also all of them consider chloe as their mom.

Also her main problem is that she is very angry all the time(mostly because of audrey) and started to lash put to everyone(that's the bullying) and the more calculated action like stealing mari diary or closing juleka in the bathroom, are because andre taught her to do anything it's necessary to achieve her goals.

So with Free amd a way to let her anger out(mostly punching ladybug in the face)she stop bullying people amd insulting without a reason, she just ignore people but if you give her a reason to attack you she will use it.

Oh also chloe her loves to work out and it's a chloleka au!!!!!

The is some more stuff but I don't want to write too much in a single time, oh and sorry if I was annoying!!!!!!! If it's ok I will send more stuff eventually!!!!! I hope what i wrote is understandable and I didn't forgot anything because I basically wrote everything i thought at the moment!!!!

Have a nice day!!!!!!!!

Oh FASCINATING

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chiptaylorsfirst · 1 year

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hiii! first of all i'd like to say that i came across your works as of recently and i gotta say your writing is absolutely amazing! secondly, i just binge read all of your incredibly good kit walker fics and they became my favorite hands down lol, sub kit is my absolute favorite! and now my brain just had the kinkest idea about it and won't stop making me imagining it lol, so i was wondering if it would be okay to request it upon the kit walker storyline: they decide to try some super major and really hardcore spanking kink this time, she being a super hardcore dom to the sub kit, but this time they really don't go for anything other than this super hardcore spanking fantasy they're trying, no pegging, no edging, no orgasm denial etc, literally just the spanking stuff with maybe just a little hair pulling and maybe some chains or restrains actually to help with the spanking lol, but the thing is they're longing to try it in its most extreme form ever and now she uses a whole armoury of different implements on kit, idk like whips, floggers, paddles, belt, straps, etc... she literally uses everything to him til eventually he comes to a point where he does use his safeword now and she stops it and proceeds to comfort and soothe and reassure him affectionately in a very fluffy way, but at the same time both of them enjoyed it immensely and kit tells her that, and they're very open about their sensations and how they felt? sorry, it got too long lol... but really, my mind can't stop seeing them on it now and i would REALLY appreciate if you could please write that down... thank you sm anyway, i hope that's okay <3

A/N: Thank you for the compliments and requesting. Also, I can certainly write this and I hope you enjoy it.

Word Count: 1,198

Pairing: sub!Kit Walker x fem!dom!Reader

Warning: BDSM, use of safeword, aftercare

Summary: You had been frustrated and luckily for you, Kit decides to take on the feeling of you lashing it out on his body.

You swore to death you loved Kit more than anything in the world. You wouldn't have married him if you didn't but you needed to let out some stress and you weren't going to hold back on anything since Kit already gave you the consent to take your stress out in any way you wished. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, looking into his eyes with disbelief.

"You know, Kit, you don't have to allow me to do this if you don't want to. I don't plan on holding back." It was your way of warning him but he only nodded, a small smirk on his lips. "I know what I want and I want you to take your stress out. You know I can take it and I do have a safeword, baby girl." He got closer to you, his breath hitting the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Don't tell me you're afraid," he said playfully.

"You know, if you want me to spare that pretty ass of yours, you'd speak to me with more respect, Mr. Walker." You got up, excitement and adrenaline pumping inside of you. You wanted to do this for weeks now but never got the opportunity to. You and Kit spoke of doing hardcore things like this before and you did experiment with it a few times, but never went overboard. This time was different. You were going to let all that pent up anger and stress you had from work be free and most importantly, you were going to see your beautiful husband as a ruined and broken mess.

So there you were, standing over his perfect body with different things chosen to use on him. You decided to start with the lightest thing you saw which was a flogger. You had different kinds, each one a bit more painful than the other. “Lay on your stomach for me, okay? And don’t try to be quiet. I want to hear any sound that slips from you.” He did as you asked. “Yes, Mrs. Walker,” he responded, his voice a nice low grumble that you loved so much.

“I’m gonna start with floggers and make my way up. What’s your color?” “My color is green,” he responded. You smiled and nodded before starting, creating light strikes at first then harder ones. When you got tired of using a certain type, you would switch to the next one, using more pressure each time. Before you knew it, you were already getting a reaction from Kit and decorating his skin in pretty light shades of pink. You then got a belt, already understanding how Kit’s body reacted to certain types of pain. You knew that you couldn’t use the belt too much but you had to make it perfect.

You did your first hit with the belt, creating a red mark on his body. “Tell me what you want, Kit.” You wanted more than just impact play and you felt an urge to just take him as you wanted but you didn’t, you couldn’t. All your stress wasn’t out yet. “I want you,” he gasped out, a guttural groan emitting from him at the feeling of you spanking him once again. “No, Kit. You have me. I’m here and I’m here with you.” You hit him again on the back of his thigh.

“What do you want me to do to you?” “Whatever you want,” he responded. “I want to please you and I want you to use me however you want.” You smirked at his answer. He was always perceptive and never got himself into trouble when he didn’t have to but his answer was right and wrong at the same time. You decided to deliver another lash with the belt, a whimper escaping his lips. “Baby, you make the sweetest sounds,” you praised. “What a shame those sounds can’t help you.” With that, he was hit again, his face buried in the pillows and his body flinching at every crack of the belt.

You eventually grew tired of it, the repetition and the continuous constant energy you put into spanking him. You stopped momentarily, placing the belt back to the place you grabbed it from, then you found another utensil you wanted to use on your husband. This was the last thing you were going to use but it would be for the longest. You wanted to see how far you could press Kit’s body and he had already told you numerous times before that he wanted to too.

There you stood, your eyes looking deep into his, practically staring him into his soul. “Color?” “Green.” You nodded quietly, walking behind him, out of his sight. You simply took one of your hands and rubbed his bruised skin. His breath hitched and he relaxed into your touch, almost purring like a kitten at the soft affection you gave him despite what you’d been doing minutes before. Then, you removed your hand and delivered a rather harsh hit to his arse. You were starting to feel more relaxed and happier as you continued spanking him.

You thought of the terrible people you saw, the way your boss would be so mean to you everyday, everything that made you tick or made you feel that you’d one day fall apart slowly faded away into oblivion. It was but a small buzz now and it no longer mattered because you got to get it all out on a man who happened to enjoy pain when it came from you. Kit was eternally grateful that you hadn’t seen his face. Had you saw the small tears rolling down his face, you would’ve stopped immediately.

But, he didn’t want you to, not yet at least. He wanted to please you and he still saw some pleasure in what he was feeling. Then, it got worse. The stinging on his skin could no longer be ignored and looked over and he couldn’t take it anymore after you delivered more strikes, harder than the last. He took a deep breath before speaking. “Carmatary,” he said clearly. You stopped at the sound of his voice, dropping the whip to the ground.

You had never heard him use his safeword before and you had to make sure he was okay. You went in front of him, cupping his tear stained face in your hand. “Baby, I didn’t hurt you too bad did I?” He shook his head. “No, you just went a bit further than what I can take.” You kissed his forehead then hugged him. “You should’ve said something when you started to cry.” “Mmmm mmm, I didn’t want to. I really liked it.”

You smirked at him. “You did so good, honey.” You went to your dresser to get some lotion and walked over to him. You smoothed it over his bruised skin, being as gentle and soft as you possibly could be before putting everything up. Kit flipped over onto his back and you climbed into the bed with him, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapping around you. “I love you,” you mumbled against him. “I love you too.”

#kit walker #kit walker smut #kit walker x reader #kit walker x you #kit walker x y/n #ahs asylum #ahs smut #ahs fanfic #ahs fandom #american horror story #ahs

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nowhereinn · 2 years

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the mortal sun has risen and set a thousand thousand times, and atë is yet bound to the earthly realm, the reincarnation loop continues. this time their mortal coil has taken the shape of dakota johnson, a human born on 5th of january, 1990, a capricorn and named giovanna ‘gigi’ galante.

hello hello ! i am sim and i’m super excited to be here ! it’s been quite a while since i last was in a group and thought i’d book up some of my free time for a bit ! i’m super excited to be here and introduce to you all miss gigi. i won’t ramble for too long , but let me just warn you this one is a crazy one. i welcome all drama and chaos ! pleaseee read below a bit about gigi and if you want to hit me up to plot or just chat i’m at debussy#7124 on discord !

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✧･ﾟ: * 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 ‣ full name: giovanna 'gigi' galante ‣ deity: atë ‣ age: 32 ‣ birthday: january 5th ‣ gender identity & pronouns: cis female & she/her ‣ romantic status: single ‣ hometown: las vegas, nevada ‣ occupation: bartender at club bacchae ‣ current abilities: the ability to join dreams of people she has thought consistently about, causing her themes of delusion, infatuation, blind folly, rash action and reckless impulse to manifest chaotically within the dreams of the person. in addition to this; through ongoing exposure to atë's powers within the astral plane, she is able to cause episodes of mania and delusion to manifest in the waking world. ‣ full powers: can make men experience delusion and make rash actions (good or bad) through a kiss on their cheek.

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ‣ face claim: dakota johnson ‣ height: 5'6 ‣ build: slim, slender ‣ eye color: blue ‣ hair color: brown ‣ style habits: all black, ripped skinny jeans, leather, flannels, comfortable chic ‣ tattoos & scars: none

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 ‣ parallels: jessica jones (jessica jones), cece parekh (new girl), lucifer (lucifer), barney stinson (how i met your mother), damon salvatore (the vampire diaries), georgina sparks (gossip girl), rose diaz (b99) ‣ habits: cigarettes, loosing temper, punching walls ‣ hobbies: boxing

HEADCANONS

gigi is a very very very big cheater. loves doing this thing where she’ll start dating someone. make them fall in love and then get bored and move onto the next without letting the other know

violence tw : do not I REPEAT DO NOT call her by her full name unless you want her to deck you in the face

she loves loves loves boxing. it’s basically how she lets out all the pent up anger within her

her go to attire is a black tank top, black ripped jeans, and black combat boots. if it’s too dark you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was there.

moved out right when she turned 18 and jumped around from place to place until she landed at the island. couldn’t wait to get out of the house and went to where her heart told her to.

she has always seen herself as a lone wolf and is way too scared to get super close to someone. she won’t admit it, but it’s the fear of losing them

liessss so much. especially when she’s working and people are talking to her over the bar. she truly enjoys making up a new persona and sticking with it through the night. the regulars at the club know but the new ones always get so confused’

violence tw : has gotten arrested 4 times. some for stealing, some for getting into a fight, and others just because.

her go to conversation starters are ‘what are the odds that...’ and it’s always followed by an obscure dare

has a vintage bronco that she loves to death, but you can also catch her kicking the tires when it breaks down for the 100th time on her

alcohol tw : she is a big drinker. hasn’t gone a day without drinking in a long long time , but honestly it’s not her fault. she works at a bar. how can she not take a shot or two while working

she grew up with her mom, her dad being a deadbeat. she loved her mother dearly, but her mom as a hopeless romantic who got herself into trouble by falling in love every 5 minutes with the wrong guy. which is probably why gigi is being a menace to men and men only

her place from the outside is so ugly but on the inside... it’s her sanctuary which she never ever allows anyone to come inside to

she can play the bass pretty damn well and honestly has had the slightest dream of being in a band

never got her license but that doesn’t stop her from driving :~)

#alcohol tw #violence tw #eternal! intro

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kwmisun · 2 years

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hello!! let me introduce 22 year old Ko Misun who studies Nutrition and has been working as a Model for almost a decade. she's calm & hardworking, but also a passive aggressive people pleaser.

i'm making my rp comeback with her, so i'm very excited to write with all of you! like this post if you would like to plot & i'll come to ur ims or d*scord <3

history

forced into doing pageants as a child

has a complicated relationship with her mother growing up

started working as a model at 13 so that she wouldn't live with her mom

models in the company didn't like her, so her only friend was her roommate who was 10 years older than her

successful as a model, and enjoys it

tw ed / eating disorder / mentions of diet

puberty hit her & she started gaining a few weights which she wasn't able to shed off so her company stopped making her work for a bit

the same roommate gave misun some unhealthy diet tips that worked, and her career skyrocketed because of this

tw death

when she was 18 doing paris fashion week, her roommate (& only friend) died because of her ed which made misun relapse into binge eating and bulimia for a year

end of trigger warnings

she took a year off being a model in an attempt to recover, but it wasn't working

she enrolled in kyungwon as a nutrition major to help her own relationship with food

she is currently balancing being a student and working as a model again

personality & other tidbits

2000 liner & in her 2nd year

doesn't really have a lot of friends which is why she chooses to live near uni & have a roommate, to provoke her to meeting people

people don't really approach her because of her appearance which is usually her being casual put together—"model off duty"—, chic, and having an rbf; but when someone does approach her she gets shy at first

usually gets along better w guys bc her mind still tells her that girls don't want to be friends w her bc of her look

she knows people bc of connections & networking, but hasn't really made strong connections with anyone.

u may spot her in the clubs partying but it's mainly for work!

she has pent up anger issues & is not very open which makes her ~mysterious~

joined the un student association korea club because she wants to help bring awareness to the SDGs. her main sdg is sdg 3, good health & well being

undermines her intelligence a lot bc she never won a pageant (which her mom heavily ridiculed her for)

grew up financially okay as a child, but made her & her mom extremely wealthy thanks to modeling.

she has no other family because her mom moved to seoul on her own. she doesn't know her father, and has no other siblings.

she's a lesbian, dated here & there but never been in a relationship ! her company knows but still doesn't want her to be public because of her image. so she's technically closeted .

it girl but very private, so you'll rarely see her post about her uni life on social media (not really active in the first place)

works out ! pilates girl & occasionally weight training

where she is with her ed right now~ she's more or less recovered, nothing has made her triggered which is good :") but with the nature of her work, she's scared she's not 100% free

note: i will not be doing any plots with anyone with her eating disorder as the main topic as it can get super triggering.

biography | profile

#kw: intro #<3. about #tw eating disorder #tw death

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insanit3a · 2 years

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unlicensed demolition

i swear i have other ocs i just really like writing these two 😭

SUMMARY

Pov: your tiny friend is trying to ignore you, so you find another way to get her attention :D

WORD COUNT

it was supposed to be 300 smth but it's actually 747 oopsie poopsie

Concentrating had always come easy to her—she needed a good amount of focus to capture every detail of an object or to ensure her landscape drawings were accurate. It would be much easier to concentrate, though, if the giant outside her window left her alone.

“Kai, I already promised to go get them with you, and the sale ends hours from now. Could you please do something else and let me read in peace?”

She didn’t need to see him to know he was pouting.

“But Bijouuu~!” the cat-shifter whined, “I get oh so lonely without you. Besides, I haven’t seen you all day! How am I to know if you’re okay or not?”

Bijou huffed. He tended to get like this after they were separated for too long on his free days. It was a stark contrast to Polaris, who popped in every once in a while to see if she needed anything before returning to work.

“Stop being so dramatic. I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” She sighed, walking over to the window and opening it to look up at him. “I’ll fry you some fish later!”

The artist watched Kuiper’s icy-blue hues widen for a moment, then glance off to the side as he tilted his head.

“A tempting offer, really. But I’d give up all the fish in the world to spend time with you~! Maybe.”

“Look. I’d love to go right now, but I’d also love to finish this chapter. Just let me read, and I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

She closed the window before he got the chance to answer. Bijou ignored the tapping on the glass and the muffled sounds of Kuiper calling her name, trying to drown herself in her book. He’d leave once he realized she wasn’t coming back out. She was sure of it.

Eventually, the noises stopped. It was eerily peaceful for someone so playful and energetic, but Bijou tried to dismiss the bad feeling in her stomach as something she ate.

As she finally started to unwind and get back into the story, a sudden rumbling came from outside. Living with giants, she’d gotten used to random tremors in the ground, though it still made her uneasy.

The shaking continued to worsen—loud and distracting to the point where focusing on the pages became impossible. Things began falling off her dresser and onto the floor; she could tell it was coming from somewhere above her, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was. She knew it had to be Kuiper, though. Despite being the same size, Polaris moved quickly and quietly.

Bijou noticed the room getting brighter. It was pouring in from above, but she didn’t have a skylight, so what else could it have possibly been..?

She looked up, anxiously dreading what she would see, and let out a startled gasp.

“I keep forgetting how tiny and adorable you are~! I should do this more often~”

There was a huge hole in the ceiling. The face of her equally huge friend replaced where the roof was supposed to be. She kept silent, glaring up at him with anger and bewilderment in her eyes. Just what was he?

It didn’t make sense. He could be super scary one second, then super sweet the next. Kuiper was a good person, she knew, but there was always a sense of doubt in the back of her head. With the sheer difference in height between them, anything could happen. Besides, one day his joking may not be a joke anymore.

“Aww… What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

At that moment, Bijou felt all her pent-up feelings explode out of her mouth.

“Why are you always like this? I don’t wanna be afraid of you, but how can I not be?!”

She looked down at her feet, muttering a few more words under her breath.

“You really are a monster, aren’t you?”

Soft giggles came from the giant. Shifting her gaze to him and seeing the disheartened smile on his face made her realize the weight of what she said.

“I suppose I am.”

His face disappeared; Bijou heard a thud, followed by the ground quaking.

“Kai? Kuiper, wait!”

The artist rushed out of her room and nearly tripped down the stairs as she tried to catch him. She threw the front door open, though was only met with disappointment.

All that was left of him was a white tail, going around the corner and then out of sight.

#g/t #g/t writing #giant/tiny #g/t angst #not my best tbh!#still mad at myself cuz of the ending and idk why #yeah i stayed up til 2 but that's no excuse for bad writing smh my head

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auyouni · 2 years

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tell all of your friends // rogabba

“He’s off, telling his friends that I’m the crazy one!” Gabbie practically shouts as she tosses a hoodie over her shoulder. By the sound that Rosanna makes, she can only assume that the article of clothing landed on her, but in the heat of her anger she doesn’t care. “Can you fucking believe that?? He’s the one that keeps gaslighting me! As if I was overreacting. Motherless behavior, it really shows.”

Ro gives a surprised titter, hand shooting up to cover her mouth. “Gabby, that’s…”

“Fine, yeah, I know. But still, he’s so full of shit and I’m tired of being treated like I’m the only one that has problems!” She runs a hand through her hair, scraping at her scalp. “Do you know, he told me that I act like I don’t wanna be loved? Maybe I just don’t want to be loved by someone who acts like I’m hysterical anytime I have a strong emotion!” Her hands get thrown down in frustration, so angry that she’s almost nauseous.

“Well. He’s scum, and honestly? Fuck him.” The curse feels so out of place in the typically sweet girl that it actually soothes Gabbie. And honestly? It was kind of hot.

“God, thank you! I’m so glad you get it, you never really said anything to me before about him and I thought I was the only one.” She takes a shuddering breath, letting some of the tension out of her shoulders before resuming her search through her closet. It only takes a few more moments before she finally emerges victorious. “Hah! Here it is!” She yanks out the cardboard box, almost smiling as she turns back to Ro. The other girl is looking quizzically at the hoodie that was thrown at her before - another memento from that asshole.

“So, what are we doing with these, exactly?” Ro asks, chocolate-sweet brown eyes turning to Gabbie. Gabbie does grin now, ready for some damn good catharsis.

“We’re burning them.”

Gabbie had always taken Ro for lawful good, so her agreement comes as a complete shock. And then they’re outside, a box full of Matt’s shit on the sidewalk in front of them (Rosanna, being the reasonable one, had reminded her it wouldn’t be great to burn it on the lawn). Gabbie can already feel the ebb of her anger, but not because she’s any less pissed off at Matt. It’s just… hard to keep a grip on it with Rosanna here. Even though the typically sweet girl has a determined line to her mouth and a fire in her eyes to match the flames in Gabbie’s heart, she’s just a soothing presence overall. It adds up that the only bad she’d ever heard spoken of Ro is from Matt. Fucker.

She clutches the matchbox to her chest and takes a deep breath, staring down at the box. “For making me feel like shit when I told him I wasn’t looking for a relationship, for acting like I wronged him when I had fun at a party, for pursuing me until I finally gave in, for every single time he treated me like I was broken and needed him to be whole…” Her voice gets a little choked up at the latter, both from frustration and a tinge of sorrow. Ro’s hand presses lightly against her lower back, a silent support, and it gives her the spark she needs. She lights a match. “For being a fucking man child who refuses to understand women, and for wasting my damn time. Fuck you, Matthew Brown. If I never have to put up with your bullshit again, it’ll be too soon.” She drops it.

It’s lucky, actually, that the fire catches with no issue. It feels like fate. As the flames lick at every memory, Gabbie does feel free. She feels like herself for the first time in eons, and she gives a small laugh in relief.

“Fuck you, Matt!” she shouts, then gives another laugh, like every pent up frustration is being let go of. For once.

“FUCK YOU, MATT!” Rosanna yells with even more force, and Gabbie looks down at her with a huge grin. Ro looks up to her and matches it, laughing a little, too, and then Gabbie is leaning down to kiss her.

Oh god.

She pulls away almost immediately, cheeks burning hotter than the fire on the ground. Where the hell did that come from? Sure, she always thought Rosanna was cool, but… like a friend. Like a really pretty friend that she always wants to be close to and who she can’t seem to breathe around when she gets too close…

Ro looks a little stunned, for her part. There’s a delicate blush to her cheeks, and Gabbie feels a little like she’s losing her mind, chest shaky with emotion. “I-I’m sorry, I guess I, I got caught up in the moment,” Gabbie says, anxiety bleeding into her voice. She gives a nervous chuckle, like that’ll fix things.

“Yeah! Yeah, I get that, it’s no problem!” Ro says, though her voice sounds higher than usual. She pastes on a smile as she looks up at her. “I, um, I am dating Mark, though.” Gabbie’s eyes are a little wider as she nods quickly, embarrassed. She feels like a teenager again, going up to a crush and being absolutely destroyed. How long has she had a crush on her?

“Oh, that’s cool! I didn’t…” Gabbie clears her throat, and she has to look away. What would she have even done if Rosanna kissed her back? Why did she have to ruin everything? Again. As always. She crosses her arms over her chest, almost hugging herself as she watches the fire slow. “I think I need a glass of wine. Strike that, actually. A bottle.”

Even though Gabbie can’t see it, Ro nods slowly, still watching the taller girl. “That sounds fantastic right now.”

#drabble #rogabba #rosanna #gabbie #matt b #main

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