#mayhaps i'll just read your hot takes on it

[duckvenger]

The fabled Frankenstein weekly is upon the horizon.

The book sits on my shelf untouched.

I stare at it, then look over at the Song of Achilles on my desk, which I am still halfway through.

I look back at my computer and read over the Dungeon and Dragons campaign that I need to plan, the five or six stories I’m trying to write, the TTRPG I’m making, the night out with my friends I’m trying to organise, the fact that my work shift is in a few hours time.

I look back at the book shelf and sweat fearfully.

#idk if I'm gonna do it ya'll #i really wanna join in but i think my brain might explode if i do #mayhaps i'll just read your hot takes on it #can't wait to see the memes tbh #frankenstein weekly

[dolliuv]

breeding w/ ot9 &team | headcanons

ᝰ.ᐟ warning! this post contains smut consisting the members: yuma, jo, harua, taki, and maki. if you are uncomfortable w/ smut with said members, i suggest not reading past “read more” , i will not be responsible for your discomfort if you still continue to read past that point.

| contains : senpai/oppa kinks, size kinks ( for majority members ), breeding, choking kink, degradation/praising, mean doms ( for certain members ), overstimulation

| dynamics : dom! ot9 teamies x reader

KOGA YUDAI

yudai is big on breeding, he loves it so much. being able to fill you to the brim, making you shake from your 5th orgasm as his cock fills your pretty little hole up with his hot seed. he’ll always tell you how much he’ll let his cum fill you up until you’re begging. yudai is absolutely a breeding kink man!!

“come on, princess, i know you can take more.”

MURATA FUMA

oh ‘y , how fuma is also a fellow sucker of breeding. he likes to think of it as his way of ‘making love’ , when really he’s fucking you nearly braindead simply because he wants to cum in you as much as he can, he gets off on the thought of his babies in you.

“how cute.”

WANG YIXIANG

nicholas is either fucking his cum into you or cumming on your boobs, most case scenario, he’s breeding you.. alot. like until you’re crying begging him to stop, you let him breed you once and now he can’t stop, he will literally beg sometimes to let him breed you.

“take what i’m giving or you can just pleasure yourself.”

BYUN EUIJOO

euijoo’s always wanted to be a father :( , so when you’re letting him breed your cunt like whore, he enjoys it so bad, his hands on your hips to keep you still as he’s fucking his cum back into you relentlessly, he’s gonna make it known he loves breeding you tbh

“oh? can’t take more of oppa’s cum,huh?”

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა🦴 if you proceed past this point, you are responsible for your own feelings, not me!

NAKAKITA YUMA

yuma… that little FUCK. he will ABSOLUTELY breed you no hesitation, like no condom? oh alright, he’ll just use you as his personal cum dump to fuck you full of his kids, and that stupid smirk on his face would be there

“just take it, i know you can, kitty.”

ASAKURA JO

jo, see now he’s a wild card, he either would be fucking the shit out of you and breeding you to the brim ORRR he’s making love to you but yet STILL breeding you to the brim. he’s always up for either way, he just loves taking photos of your cunt being filled with him.

“stay still, i need a photo to look at so i can draw it later.”

SHIGETA HARUA

harua would definitely do it if you begged, he’s into that shit, he wants you to beg him to fill you up with his babies and he’ll do it just as you asked. if i’m being honest he’d be a guy into the slightly rougher sex tbh.

“feels so good, hm?”

TAKAYMA RIKI

LITTLE SHIT. ahem, i mean taki. yeah he’s breeding you full and making sure that stays in your cunt, whether he uses a plug or just your panties, he loves how pretty you look just filled with his cum, knowing it’s only him to fill you up with his babies, mayhaps a tiny size kink too …

“yeah? you like when i fuck my cum right back in you?”

HIROTA MAUS RIKI

little shit pt 3, i mean maki :3, ahhh he has a size kink and nobody can tell me otherwise. he’d so be turned on by how much smaller ( height wise btw ) you are compared to him, he’s gonna definitely breed the fuck outta you, making sure you’re in tears by the end of it.

“you can take more, baby, don’t be whiny now.”

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 📝 : みなさん、こんにちは！ 最近遅くてごめんなさい！ もうすぐ高速アップロードに戻ります。 | Hello everyone, Hope you all are enjoying my posts! Sorry for being so slow lately! I'll be back to fast uploads soon.

#; ivy’s thoughts 💭 #; anoniez 🧃 #; teamies’ hourz ˚🎐 #; maki rotz 🐶 #; taki rotz 🐣 #; harua rotz 🐰 #; jo rotz 🍚 #; yuma rotz 🐱 #; euijoo rotz 🍊 #; nicholas rotz 🍓 #; fuma rotz 🎮 #; yudai rotz 👑 #&team smut #&team hard hours #; open reqz 🍨

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

My annoying ass posed this to the wife (and promptly *skittered* back into the Internet Wife Jail Cell) the other day but I’m still thinking about it so

First of all, EVERYONE GO READ (rem)ember by @boxwinebaddie I will never stop plugging that fic dude holy shit

So RavenStan covering Hot Mulligan! Dude it’s like just picture

CD concert and he’s jumpin around the stage singing SPS and he’s SCREAMING “It's playing like a WRECK! You watch the FALL! Then leave the aftermath to crawl A broken lockA stumble home at 3 o'clock Stay hammered so we still seem enamored Drive yourself home, Feels more like a home when you're lost…” (mayhaps this is also directly following the ravesey breakup arc oof)

Like BRO Pop Shuvit Hall Of Meat Duh is one of my favorites and STAN OH MY GOD “Clock starts twisting. Crooked arms! The schedule's always emptyyyyyy

So break down, 'Cause there's nothing underneath. There's no one trying to compete for free, It's gone, it's gone. You wanted more but all that's left is less. So call it quits” that whole song mannnnnn

Oh my god Feal Like Crab?!? “And I can't work nine to five's if I'm sleeping past noon. Try to catch morning light with alarms left unused. How bad could it hurt To sell my blood till I'm withered and bruised?” That’s raven right there

Green Squirrel In Pretty Bad Shape with the chorus and he’s thinking of Kyle at “Wish I could take back times that I pushed you away. Choked up and leaving you, I'm so sorry! Forgive me not, forget me please. It was just a dream, it's just that!”

11Second Burp with “I'm staring out of the window, Wondering if you'll open yours when your parents fall asleep. Keep a secret, I'll keep you in mind.Everything you know eventually works out in time.” Like THAT RIGHT THERE IS STAN AND KYLE!!!

BCKYRD dude holy shit he’s singing that song thinking of growing up in SP before the fire and “PLAY! in the backyard! Where the grass and spiderwebs grow up next to us, SAY, what's your interests? Tell me how you plan to give up on all of them” just screaming it and then his voice is so hoarse with emotion and he’s “RAIN, YOURE BETTER OFF IN THE CLOUDS AS WE FADE! Barely leaving a semblance of What we thought it meant to grow up When things don't get better! No THINGS don't get better just different!”

Anyway sorry for being insane it will happen again also sorry for the Rave Angst headcanons again Melda Tâe it won’t be the last time, as neens Stans and Kyles are JUST as dear to me as my own (don’t get me started on pep stan being “heralded as a king before he had a birthday with double digits” I am also imprisoned for that)

#why am i like this #makin headcanons for someone else’s au #but like… picture it #just sayin #and RavenStan is one of my godsons I love him with my whole soul #we discuss the boys so much dude bc uhhhh insanity tbh #south park #stan marsh #lmm voice: look at my son #style #ravesey #get ravesey trending tbfh #headcanon #hot mulligan

[mint-yooxgi]

lmao not me putting the songs on as wooyoung is dancing to them 😅. i love how with PG, you're dedicating a lot of time to strengthen personal connections btw the reader and each member, much like in HC, but this one is about moving forward from the events from before. it makes so much sense that for wooyoung, it would be about dance and seduction given everything we know about him, and i love how that connection and both of their shared pain is conveyed through the dancing, and how they're both working to move through it. it just reaffirms their bond, and these bonds are frankly my favorite part of the series.

now onto the smut uhm...wow i'm fucking speechless. i mean the desperation and the devotion, the venom tongue while he's eating the mc out like yes??? i need more of this??? take all my money??? seriously that was exceptionally hot such a galaxy brained thought. venom!wooyoung is such a concept. and the monster cock while riding? i had to take a break for a hot second that was fucking mindblowing, absolutely mindblowing. and he has the fucking nerve to smirk the whole time like wow the monstrous feralness of it all just augmented everything perfectly and i'm very fucking unwell. and as if i wasn't unwell enough the wings? the image of the wings??? and against the mirrors? next time just @ me if you wanna make an attempt on my life bc this was fucking intense.

this fucking line tho, "every one is different, and this one is made just for you" mayhaps a tear just ran down my leg. mayhaps several tears

i'll literally never get tired of the way you write such desperate lust, especially when you find new ways to convey it every time. the way he says such filthy things in his mind while his mouth keeps moving just yes need more of that. the pure devotion that comes through, even through the dirty talk, makes things so sweet and so fucking hot. i'm living for the submission, of him professing how much he loves mc through his words and his actions. reveling in the fact that he's yours, that he doesn't want anyone else and never will, and being so dedicated to showing that in every moment, yea i'm down for the count i'm passing tf away. this was immaculately done.

Yes!!! I love that you did, I feel like you get the full effect of the chapter that way!

I honestly LOVE writing about these bonds and exploring them deeper. I've had so much of this all planned from the start, that now that I get to write them, it makes me so happy to finally explore them all deeper. I'm just glad people are enjoying it as much as I am!!

Oh yeah, I kept saying on my discord how intense this chapter was going to be and I wasn't lying lmfaooo

Hehehe I have been looking forward to writing Wooyoung's smut since I first thought of it, especially the tongue fucking and then when I added the mirror portion to it with the wings... oof, I was NOT okay

I'm glad you enjoyed the smut!!! I definitely enjoyed planning it all out and writing it!! Thank you so much for always taking the time to read and give me feedback, you honestly don't know how much I appreciate it.

Also, believe me when I say there's plenty more where this came from ;))

#ask #mutuals #the sweetest #omg #thank you #!!! #feedback is always appreciated

[perexcri]

twice the fool PLEASE and also idk which one is vampire byler but THAT ONE please 🤲🧎‍♀️i would like to know what ur most excited about in those ones & also if you would mayhaps like to share a line/snippet~

HI LARK thank you so much for stopping by :D 💜

twice the fool (stonathan): this is my stonathan btvs au for the upcoming stonathan week!!

i'm very excited for it because i'm taking one of my favorite btvs episode plots and applying it to stonathan! if anybody can guess which buffy episode it's from i'll give you a gold star and dedicate my next cat to you~

i'm also excited to work with the older teens from st for once, and i think it's been really nice to creatively switch things up for me this way. i've loved getting to apply some of the buffy character archetypes to st characters: Robin is basically Buffy, i've made Nancy a mixture of Willow and Faith, Hopper is Giles (💀), and Steve is kind of the Xander figure

here's a snippet because i am very excited for Chrissy's role in this fic :)

Chrissy Cunningham – The Spelling Bee! – Serving all your Hawkins High magic needs – knock three times on the table in the woods behind the football field – walk-ins only! The teachers had been mercilessly scraping her fliers off the hallways’ corkboards, and Steve had grown so used to them that he hadn’t bothered to really consider them anymore. Since the hellmouth had been opened last year thanks to Will’s disappearance, all kinds of weird shit had been attracted to Hawkins, and Hawkins’ citizens had, in turn, become more attracted to some of their town’s oddities as well. Namely, a lot of the Hawkins High students had become interested in magic, Chrissy being the most interested of them all. She’d transformed from a total popular cheerleader type to the girl who sat in class and played with crystals or read people’s palms. She was still popular as hell and had the top cheerleader spot of course, but everyone had agreed she’d grown a little…odd. But Hawkins has always been weird, just grown a bit weirder, and odd is exactly what Steve needs right now.  Magic is what Steve needs right now. He knows Jonathan still feels something–he saw it in Jonathan’s eyes, in the way his fists had shook against his crossed arms. It wasn’t Jonathan’s heart that had made that decision, but his head, that infernal logic that’s been trained by years of abuse from a deadbeat father that said it was better to cut and run before you end up with a fist against your teeth.

in throes of increasing wonder: an interview with the vampire au i haven't touched in a hot second but never say never amiright lol

working on this one has been most exciting for me because it's set in New Orleans, a city i have spent a lot of time in!! i haven't really seen any byler fics where they're in the south (which like,,,i understand bc the south is The South,,,,,,but also there is some cool stuff here, and not everyone is horrible, right?). so when i have worked on it, it's been fun to incorporate my own knowledge and experiences with the city into my writing. i also will die on the hill that most US cities are largely the same and don't have much variance, but i do think New Orleans stands apart from the rest and has its own really unique vibe/culture. i know every major city will say but like,,,do they have Mardi Gras? do they have king cakes and jambalaya and beignets and a city that sits below sea level? no. they do not.

here's a snippet!

He approaches the mirror, and he examines the damage. Spots speckle all up and down his throat; when he tugs at his collar, they continue down his clavicles and shoulders. His lips are swollen and his hair is a mess, but what draws him in most is the bite. That’s all it can be–what it has to be. Teeth marks, sharp and punctuated against his skin, blood crusted around where the openings have swollen shut. He presses at them, flinches at the throbs of pain they send like shockwaves up to his head, which spins with dizzying delight. More dried blood flakes off and falls like crimson snow against his shirt, which he dutifully swipes away with a half-hearted hand. 

It’s not the strangest thing, especially in a place like New Orleans. He’s seen plenty of people in the wake of a passionate night out with all sorts of discombobulation: torn clothes, patches of hair missing, teeth fillings scraped out and matching tattoos scrawled into each other’s skin. It just means he has to wait for it to heal, to cover his neck like he’d have to anyway. Damn the October warmth; the least he could’ve done is have the foresight to do this in January or February, where he could at least put on a scarf.

thanks again Lark!! i'm wishing you all the best and sending you the best of vibes for writing fantasy au pt 2 :] 💜💜💜

#ask #song of the lark!!

[daisiesandshakes]

Ikevamp fanfiction

One step closer part 2

Pairing: William Shakespeare & female reader

Summary: after confessing your feelings for each other (part one) it's going to be a wild night...

Words: about 4k

Rating: 18+ /NSFW PLEASE DON'T READ WHEN YOU'RE UNDER THAT AGE!

Tags/warnings: smut (you have been warned), sex, oral sex, (vampire) biting, overstimulation, mentions of cum & blood, light bonding

Special thanks to: lovely @yanderepuck for rereading and helping me with this 4k monster 💖 and for inspiring me with her simping post to put my thoughts into words 🙏💖

Enshrouded in his arms it is a silent carriage ride to Shakespeare's house. Neither of you speak a word, exchanging affection is the only expression of your feelings.

William caresses your silken locks as you reach out to touch his gorgeous face again. Is this really happening?

You're with him, HIM!

He holds you in his arms and he loves you!

Sighing, you trace the lines of his delicate lips with your fingertips. Why does the carriage take so long?

Locking eyes, William holds your hand in place, kissing every finger. His lips ghost over your knuckles, traveling over your fingertips to graze them with his fangs and the tip of his tongue.

Mismatched eyes, now like burning flames, swallow every provoked reaction.

His intense, sensual glance full of sweet promises is already enough to let the muscles in your lower belly clench and you whimper.

Dammit - this man is way too sexy.

His pupils grow wide at the noise that escapes your lips.

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife right now. Grabbing you by your hair at your neck he pulls you into a kiss.

At first it starts as a soft and tender touch, but then William's teasing tongue dances over your lips again and again.

You shift your legs due to the sweet sensation between your thighs.

Wanting more, you take his tongue in a sudden motion between your lips, sucking at the tip, then pushing your own hungrily against his.

Shakespeare moans loudly with pleasure.

Tightening the grip in your hair he pushes you down into the seat, kissing you deeply with feral desire. You can feel his other hand moving from your waist up to your chest, caressing the form of your breast through the fabric of your dress.

At this moment the carriage stops.

Slowly Will tears himself from the kiss and pulls you up.

"To tempt me with these cunning wiles...tis is a dangerous game of yours." He whispers into your ear.

"Though I'm begging you to show me more, it inspires me to make you mad with pleasure. Be assured my dear, I'm looking forward to pay back a tenfold the passion you intend to grace me with '', his voice seductive with bare desire. You swallow.

With a blank mind and weak legs you let Will help you out of the carriage and lead you the way to the house entrance, the bubbling excitement inside your stomach growing with every second.

As the door closes behind you, Will takes his jacket off and ties  his hair up with a ribbon.

You turn around, unsure what to do with yourself, looking at the exquisite interior.

"Do you need something, my dear? A drink mayhap?"

Somehow his voice sounds unusually deep and suppressed.

You're turning back to face him "No thank you William, I am f-"

Your back slams against the door and you gasp in surprise. Shakespeare presses himself against you, his nose almost touching yours, you can feel his hot breath on your skin. While he pins your wrists with one hand over your head, his other hand moves from your waist up to your chest, dancing over your curves. Not breaking eye contact his fingertips trail the way up to your face,  stroking your cheekbones and the lines of your lips with the lightest, tender touch.

He frowns "I am sorry... I fear I can't be that gentle servant you deserve my goddess..." his voice husky.

Your heartbeat drums in your ears and you lick your lips, his gaze immediately glued to your mouth.

"You bewitched tis pathetic wretch... making me shiver with lust, begging for even the barest brush of your skin".

William slowly pushes a knee between your legs to spread them.

"It is my eager wish now to favour you with tis sensation in return." He purrs as he lifts his leg between your thighs to press it softly against your womanhood, his hand now cupping your breast.

Your entire body trembles with want.

His lustvoll gaze still glued to your lips, as if he awaits words of a magic spell from them to set him free, unable to make a further move without them.

Tears of unbearable anticipation sting in your eyes.

"Don't hold back William, I am yours, here at your mercy. I love you and I want you so bad, I need you!"

With a cry he kisses you with untamed desire, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth to intertwine with yours. You bury your free hand in his soft maroon hair, trying to pull him even closer.

Lifting one of your legs around his hip, he bucks against you and your juices ruin your panties as you feel his throbbing erection. His lips leave your mouth, traveling along your jaw to your neck, his tongue leaving wet stripes on your skin.

Letting your wrist go  Shakespeare breaks the kiss and yanks with one fierce move of your dress and corset down to your waist. You gasp at the act and the sensation of cool air on your bare breasts.

Feeling embarrassed you close your eyes and lift your arms to cover your chest.

"Don't.. I beg you" you stop at his pleading voice.

As you open your eyes to meet his gaze, the pure adoration lying in it shocks you and sends shivers down your spine.

He takes a step forward, hovering his hands above your chest.

"Oh my sweet darling, tis is such a breathtaking sight, it would inspire any artist's mind to create masterpieces.. " his fingertips graze slightly over your collarbones.

"I don't dare pretty neigh to touch your delicate form".

Nearly shy words, barely a whisper.

"If you don't touch me right now William, I'm sure I'll attack you instead" you growl, surprised by your own boldness.

He chuckles delightfully as he takes you in his arms.

"So greedy and eager, hm? Shush darling... Let tis  bewitched wretch take his time to worship you..." he purrs at the sensitive spot behind your earlobe.

His tongue travels from your earlobe to your jaw, up to your lips to slip eager in between, kissing you senseless and you let yourself drown in the pleasure. Cupping and squeezing your breasts, his thumbs teases your nipples, making you dizzy with desire.

Not breaking the dance of tongues, your trembling fingers try to open the buttons of his shirt, hungry to touch his skin.

Impatient you just rip it open and as your fingers touch his solid chest you moan into the kiss.

Will pulls away laughing. 

"Never thought to imagine you would desire tis body of mine this much." He smiles at your lips.

He has no idea.

His hands leave your skin only for a few seconds to take his shirt off.

Then again he presses his body against yours and heat waves run through you as his hot chest touches your bare skin, brushing over your stiff nipples and William's mouth captures yours with the greed of a starving man.

You let your fingertips travel over the sides of his upper body, down to his abs, noticing him breathing hard.

You break from the kiss, leaning the head back to watch his wide-eyed expression while your hands slowly travel to his loins.

Panting, with slight open lips he shifts a bit, giving you more space to go further.

One of your hands moves over his arousal to enfold it through the fabric of his pants. You hold your breath at the size.

He lays his hand on top of yours, pressing his pulsing manhood into the palm of your hand.

His hot tongue slides teasingly over your lips with whimpering noises as he rocks his hips.

Abruptly Shakespeare lifts the bottom of your dress and you hear the ripping sound of fabric at your panties, only a split second before a finger enters your tight wetness.

You cry out.

"Fuck!" Your hips roll against his hand as he bends the digit.

"Not yet, my greedy temptress" he hisses next to your lips, pulling his finger out, licking it clean.

William moans at the taste of your sweet juices and his intense stare with burning eyes forces you to look away, unable to bear this carnal sight anymore.

He cups your breasts again, sucking your nipples, letting his tongue dance around them and you squeeze your eyes shut with a groan.

Kneeling down he tears the rest of your clothes to shreds, stroking the sides of your hips with affection. His nose brushes over your thighs up to your loins, followed by his tongue. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulder he intrudes two fingers into your heat.

"Ah... so wet with juices sweet as honey and so tight on my fingers alone..., you're truly a divine relish." he murmurs before his tongue slips over your swollen clit.

Desperately trying to steady yourself you grab the doorframe and dove the other hand into his hair.

His digits moving in and out, heading deeper searching for the sweet spot that let you see stars, your wetness dripping down your thighs. With a flat, dancing tongue he moans against your sensitive nub.

"W- William... I can't..." breathless you roll your hips frantically at his hand to bring his fingers rubbing over the secret spot deep inside your aching core with every slight move.

You feel a tingle building up in your lower belly and back arching you grab his hair as you come down hard.

Crying out loudly, your walls clenched around his fingers, your wetness spreads over his hand.

Shakespeare pulls his fingers out, licking your folds and then his fingers to achieve  every drop your body offers.

While waves of the aftershock run through your form, your shaky legs fail you.

He lifts you up into his arms, leaning his forehead against yours as he carries you into his bedroom.

"It only has begun, my dearie" he whispers, lying your body carefully down onto the silken sheets.

Hovering his body over yours his enchanting, mismatched eyes study every detail of your form, filled with love and adoration.

Graceful fingers floating over your chest, your breasts down to your belly, sliding over your hips to your thighs.

You weep as he reaches your knees, forcing them apart with gentle pressure, to spread them more for him.

To lie this bare, in such a vulnerable state open to his intense view, makes you shiver and yet you can feel more wetness drip over your slit.

"Never before have I seen such beauty, lying spreaded before me, bathed in moonlight." He confesses with a husky voice, kissing softly on your knees.

"Let me drown in you, my beautiful. I desire to get lost in your embrace, wishing never to be found again" his tongue caresses your thighs.

With piercing eyes Will observes every tiny move you make as he spreads your legs more and slides a finger into your heat again. You grip the sheets.

"Tis is mine, mine alone" he whispers fiercely, easing his finger in and out, hitting your hidden, sweet spot over and over again as he gazes down at you with glowy eyes, watching you closely, absorbing your slightest reaction.

You whimper "Will.. oh god.. I'm about to .. Aaah.. cum again!"

How did he find out so fast how to pleasure you the most?

"Who do you belong to? Scream it for me, my greedy temptress"

Ardent spoken words and his skilled finger sending you over the edge, tears of passion roll over your cheeks

"You!! I only belong to you Will!! Oh god.."

The world around you stops existing and you fall apart as the juices of your third climax spill again over his hand.

He lifts his wet fingers up, eyeing them stunned.

His hungry gaze darts to your glistening entry and with a groan he dives in, licking your slit up to your oversensitive nub, to caress it with soft, circling moves.

You squirm, trying to get away, overwhelmed from this stimulation. But his hands around your thighs push your hips down, holding you in place with an iron grip.

You're sure you can't take this overstimulation anymore.

Tears rise up again and you cry out "William! P- please... Too much!"

You begged him to stop, but you nearly yelped as his tongue left you.

Sensing the warmth of his body as he climbs on top of you, you cup his face and lean up to lavish his delicate features over and over with lovingly kisses, smiling shaky before your lips find his.

Without ceasing his hands travel over your curves, leaving burning traces on your skin.

Cupping your breast in his palm and giving it rough squeezes, he lifts your leg around his hip with his other hand, pressing his covered arousal against your entrance, making you feel the aching emptiness inside of you.

"Please...Will..."

"Hm? Please what my impatient goddess?" he asks teasingly, rolling his hips up again. You never imagined you were able to desire someone this much.

"Don't.. tease.. I need you! I'm begging you...! I beg you to make me yours!" You manage to whimper with a broken voice.

He freezes at your confession, staring into your eyes with a feral light in his gaze.

"To hear those tempting words from thyne sweet lips..."

His mouth claims yours with a fervent kiss, leaving you breathless.

"As my Queen wishes, I'm your servant at your command" he purrs.

Sitting up he pushes his pants down, kicking them off in a quick motion, to be over you again in seconds. You lay your arms around his shoulders,  pulling him closer and you sense the tip of his throbbing cock against your slit.

"Please, take me, please..." you breathe, thinking you can't stand another second without having him inside of you.

Guiding his cock with one hand to your entrance, he pushes the tip inside.

You throw your head back and mewl, trying to pull him closer with your legs.

With a slow but firm motion he enters you fully. Gasping for air, you try to relax, letting the muscles of your tight core adjust to his size.

William breathes hard, strands of wet hair fall into his face and his sweaty chest glistens in the moonlight.

"By all the gods, you must be created for my shape only... Aah.. .to feel your lustful tightness around me..."

Shakespeare didn't move yet, making you mad with desire and you think he knows it.

You buck your hips up hard to his and he groans.

"Move." you hiss at his mouth, biting softly his lower lip, digging your nails into the delicate flesh of his rear.

William loses all remaining reason. You could see it in his eyes.

Reaching down to take your hands, he pins them down over your head, holding your wrists with one hand. He pulls back until only the tip of his member remains inside, watching you as he pushes back into your heat unbearable slowly.

You sigh in delight by the sensation of feeling every inch of him. Pulling back again, Shakespeare lifts your hips to change the angle, instantly meeting the hidden, sensitive spot inside as he thrusts deep into you.

Your mind goes blank, eyes wide open as you moan out his name and a pleased smile appears on his lips before they capture yours in a messy kiss.

With every fierce thrust into you, his body slides over yours, the warmth of his chest brushing over your stiff nipples makes your toes curl.

His mouth travels down to your neck, leaving his tongue across your tender skin lovingly. He inhales the sweet scent that comes from that delicate place and before you can tell what he's about to do, his fangs plunge your skin.

"William... Not while.."

Barely noticing the short prick, you scream because of the unearthly pleasure that follows, spreading through you, setting every nerve alight.

You almost pass out, mind and body overwhelmed and overstimulated. The orgasm that hits you tears you in pieces, leaving you shattered and shaking.

The walls of your core clench around William's cock rapidly and you hear yourself crying out like a wounded animal, while your release drips down your thighs onto the sheets.

The waves of the aftershock doesn't seem to end, blissful tears spilling out of your eyes but you don't notice them.

The playwright leans down, his soft lips kissing the corners of your eyes fondly, to wipe your tears away with them.

"So sensitive to my touch and bite... I have to admit, I didn't presume to affect you this much", he murmurs at your skin.

You shift your head to meet his eyes, surprised to find joyful tears  glistening in them.

"You affect me this way because I love you so madly, William".

Groaning loud he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hands down next to your head. His hips buck again against yours while kissing you fiercely, messy, senseless.

The nerves in your now oversensitive core spread with every stroke of his member arousing tingles through you, making you moan constantly.

Your whole lower belly seems to be on fire and you can feel the pleasure grow again.

Such rapture shouldn't be possible!

You throw your head back to expose your neck for his hungry tongue , trailing burning lines on your skin.

"I love you, I love you so much Will... ", you grind your hips to meet his slow, but forceful thrusts.

He let go of your hands, holding you against him, his eyes sparkling. You smile at each other between sensual kisses, tongues dancing together. At your lips he whispers "My darling, my goddess...fair maiden only  mine, I love you more than you can imagine".

Suddenly William increases the speed of his deep thrusts and you gasp, the air filled with the sounds of slapping, wet skin and cries of pure pleasure.

"Oh f-.. oh god, you feel so good Will!" 

Something changes in him at your words.

With fiery eyes and a moan on his lips he grabs the back of your knees, pushing them to your chest, desperately trying to get even deeper into you.

This new position allowed him to hit with every stroke the sweet spot deep inside your heat, making your vision blurry with stars.

Holding onto his slim shoulders as if your life depends on it, you breath his name again and again.

You dig your nails into his tender flesh when an incredible tingle starts to rise and the coil deep inside tightens.

"Ah.. I'm so close! More, I need more!"

His wet hair falls over his face as he slams forcefully into you. "So...as... I am! My love, let me hear your sweet voice, scream for me!"

Attacking your chest with love bites William pierces your nipples with his fangs and sends you with another hard stroke over the edge, licking up the blood from your sweaty, tender skin.

Intensified by the nibbles of his fangs, your orgasm crashes on you with a force beyond belief and you scream his name, voice cracking. Waves of rapture let your walls clench without cease and William groans out loud as the muscles of your core milks him, drawing out his climax instantly. With a few final, deep thrusts he buried himself deep inside you, moaning and shuddering in your arms.

You pass out as your ravaged body still rocks with the afterwaves, your blank mind dragged into a blissful abyss with nothing left in it but him.

It seems to be late in the morning as you slowly open your eyes. Stretching your body you notice that you're alone, William has already left the bed.

Instantly you are aware of the sore feeling in your lower belly and in between your legs. Heat rises up your cheeks as the past night comes to your mind and a pleased sensation runs through you.

'As you regained consciousness again, Shakespeare showered every inch of your form with loving kisses, begging you for forgiveness, that he wasn't able to stop himself, for being so reckless and feral in his desire for you. After you reassured him several times that there was nothing to forgive at all, Will claimed your body over and over in the most tender and affectionate ways until the morning dawned. He took possession of your body and soul while he breathed sweet nothings to your skin, words spoken with so much love and adoration, made you weak and your heart raced.'

With a dreamy expression on your face from those sweet memories,  you pull your aching frame out of the bed as you realize that there's nothing left you could wear. William ripped every piece of fabric from your body last night.

Clueless you look around and to your surprise you find one of William's shirts on a chair, neatly folded with a red salvia flower on it. Your heart swells at this thoughtful and sweet gesture.

But how did he find out you love herbal blossoms? You never mentioned it?

After taking a shower you pull his shirt over, inhaling the scent of lavender and sweet sandalwood on it. For sure it is far too long and too big, but you are happy being able to wear it and maybe you can ask William later for pants.

With still damp hair you stepped on your tiptoes through Shakespeare's house, finding him writing at the kitchen table.

Standing quietly in the doorframe you soak up the view, William properly suited, his glance focused on the papers before him, silken strands of his maroon hair falling over his face shining in the sunlight.

You could stand here forever, only watching him. Then you notice he draped all kinds of sweets, fruits and bread on the counter, fresh brewed tea steaming in the pot. When did he manage to get and do all that? Did he even get some sleep?

Suddenly he looks up, giving you a sweet smile.

"There you are, my dearie. Come here."

Standing up William offers you a hand and as you step in to take it, he lets his gaze roam over you. "My my, I have to admit, the shirt suits you." He also takes a step closer, pulling you into his arms.

Listening to his heartbeat, a sigh escapes your lips. "Oh, this feels so good..."

He hums, his hands caressing your back. "Are you feeling well, darling? Didn't I go too hard on you?" he asks, his voice faint and concerned.

"Everything is fine William. Really." You smile at his chest. "To be honest, it was the luckiest night of my life."

Sensing his heavy exhale, you continue "Don't worry, I have a well trained body, I can take a lot."

As you lift your face to meet his eyes, you can see him cocking an eyebrow, giving you a meaningful look.

"Oh, I've been fully aware since last night, my love." A smile curls at the corners of his lips.

Uh, this conversation takes an unexpected steamy turn...

But then he lifts your hand to nuzzle his cheek in it, closing his eyes. "Please forgive me for ruining your beautiful dress. I've  already sent a carriage to our dear Comte, to get some of your clothes and dresses. It must be back in a while".

When did he do all that??

"When you are able to suit yourself properly, I'd like to take you out." He kisses your palm softly.

"But the rehearsal? Your play? We should be there soon. The others will be waiting for us..." You frown.

"Oh don't worry about that my muse. Yesterday morning I informed all troupers they'll have a day off today."

You are relieved. But-

Wait - what? Already yesterday morning? You look puzzled, but then ...

"Okay, you've planned the entire thing out, haven't you? How could you tell how it would end?"

Shakespeare looks down, avoiding your eyes for the first time and a faint blush appears on his cheeks.

"I couldn't. "

He inhales sharply. "For certain I wished for a 'happy ending', to say so. A day off would have been delightful in that case, being able to spend some pleasant time together. It happened to end in a way more blissful than I could ever imagine." He cleared his throat. "And for the case I was mistaken, I thought a day off would've been good for my wounded heart to recover." He swallows. "Are you mad at me now?"

Oh, William!

Your vision turns blurry with tears. Blinking them away you throw your arms around his neck. "I am so happy you made it this way, that you forced me to react. I would never be bold enough to confess my love to you, Will. I love you, my heart belongs to you."

He wraps his arms around your body, holding you tight like a lifeline and kisses your temple.

"And mine is yours" he nuzzles his cheek into your hair. "As well as my soul and my love. All of me is yours, always and evermore."

 Affectionately William kisses your forehead and you lift your chin. Your lips meet in a sweet kiss and his hands start to travel over your form, abruptly stopping at your hips.

He moves with you, changing the direction and you feel the table behind you.

"May I ask you something, my dear?" He asks at your lips and you only nod in response.

"What are you exactly wearing under my shirt?"

You freeze, feeling your cheeks growing hot.

"N- nothing... there was only this shirt on the chair..." You stutter.

"Hmmm.. hmm.. " he hums in your ear, "and you didn't notice the shortened pants I left for you in the bathroom?"

You- Wait... No you can't remember you saw something like that in the bath.

His hands travel further down to your thighs "Oh what a pity, I gave my best to trim it to your height tis morning..." he murmurs at your ear as his hands grab you to lift your body with a swift move on the table, settling himself between your legs. You gasp and your heart began to race with incredible speed.

"Don't you think you'll deserve a little punishment for your ignorant manner?" he asks, mischievous and yanks his shirt you're wearing completely open.

Your blood rushes through you, skin flushed from excitement and embarrassment at the same time.

With fervent eyes Will takes his time to soak up the sight of you, before he cups your face with a greedy grasp, claiming your lips in a fiery kiss.

His tongue slides inside, exploring and teasing, and you moan into his kiss as his graceful fingers dance over your exposed curves.

You entwine your hands in his silken locks, feeling a familiar pulsing heat rising up between your thighs again.

Pushing your upper body gently down on the table, he breaks the kiss to caress your breasts with his tongue, cupping them roughly with his hands. Your breath is coming in huffs and you close your eyes with a whimper as William bucks his hips against your sex.

Then he let go of your body to take a ribbon out of his shirt pocket.

At first you think he's about to tie his hair up, but he takes your wrists instead, tying them together over your head, up to a candle holder on the wall. Your eyes grow wide and a tremor runs through your form as he watches you intensely, swallowing your reactions.

Lying bare and helpless in front of him, being at the mercy of his hands and burning eyes, let your pleasure and excitement increase into the infinite.

"My goddess, my temptress..." he whispers as his fingertips slide over your chest, "You've robbed me, of all pieces of heart and mind, sweet bandit mine."

Fingertips moving down further to your belly.

You can feel your wetness already dripping out and you're unsure if you should be this aroused, considering the glowing soreness in your core.

The fingertips reach your loins, and a thumb circles ever so slightly over your sweet nub, his gaze filled with feral desire glued to your sex. Crying out, you tear your eyes away, unable to stand his view. Never before had anyone looked at you this way, craving and starving for you.

Kneeling down Shakespeare kisses the inside of your leg up from your knee, while his hands roam up and down the outside of your thighs. His lips stop at the apex of your inner thigh for a second.

"Such a sweet and alluring scent of yours my darling" he purrs at your delicate skin, shifts a bit to give your slit a quick but firm lick up to your sensitive nub.

Moaning out loud you have to resist the urge to close your legs around him.

"All of you is mine, mine alone," he breathes at your sex, sending shivers down your spine.

His mouth and tongue travel back to the apex of your inner thigh and William burrows his fangs into your soft skin.

Yelping you buck your hips. At this vulnerable spot it is more painful at first, but the waves of the following, overwhelming  pleasure washes your mind away.

You cry out his name and your love for him repetitious as he greedy draws your blood, moaning and grunting at your skin.

Mind slipping you begin to realize what it means to love him and to be loved by William Shakespeare in return, but you are more than willing to take whatever it costs.

Thank you for reading! ♡

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[chronicallycrow]

Do Triangles Even /Have/ Souls?

Prompt: Prompt: Written on you is a badly worded description of how you’ll meet your soulmate (Ex. Reality: Meet in coffee shop spill drink- - > Description: “You’ll meet in a place of high energy and it’ll be hot”)

Ship: (Human) Bill Cipher x Reader

Word Count: 1931

Fandom: Gravity Falls

TW: Swearing, and lots of it, Slapping, Bill- Just. In general.

Summary: You have been looking for your soulmate throughout every life. You are- Extremely pissed when you find out who it is.

Every. Goddamn. Life. You came into existence, and had one- one phrase on your wrist. “Shape. Smack. Love.” In Every. God. Damn. Life. What the actual hell did that mean?! Sure- They were supposed to be vague. But shape smack love?! What in the actual fuck?! You were getting really fucking tired of not finding your soulmate and having this happen in every. Fucking. Life. Who the hell was your soulmate?! Some immortal god?!

Now, unrelated to your soulmate issues, you were currently driving down a foreboding looking road. It was starting to get dark- But you swore you saw something- A Wendigo, to be specific. You would swear to whoever would listen that you did indeed see it, and you needed to find out where it was going. Danger and chaos was always a strong suit of yours, why stop it from being so now?

Finally, coming down the road, you saw a sign that read “Gravity Falls.” Weird. You didn't see it on any maps. Nontheless you drove into the town. It was beginning to get dark, and you were falling tired. Mayhaps some food or a goodnight's rest would help. You pulled into a small diner- Greasy's Diner- And got out of your car, heading in. You got yourself situated and began to look over the menu.

A woman came up with a pen and paper-pad. “Hey there! Are you ready to order?” You looked up to her, noticing an eye that seemed to stay close. “Uhm- Yes, I'm ready to order.” You stated politely, telling her your order. “I'll get that for ya.” She walked off to get your food, and you sat there. You looked over your wrist again, sighing at the phrase. It annoyed you so much. You ran your hand over it, almost like it was pen ink, and if you did it enough it would be off of your body.

After a few minutes the woman came back and set your food down. “I haven't seen you around here, new to town or something?” She asked, smiling. You shook your head as you began to eat- Swallowing before yous spoke, of course. “No, I- Thought I saw something, and I followed it into this town.” You stated with a shrug, though added a murmur of, “I think I lost it, though.. Damn thing.” “Do you need a place to stay?” She asked. You looked at her, then sighed and nodded. “I think so. The closest inns seem… Pretty far away.” “I run a bed and breakfast! Right near the diner!” She announced. “Oh- That's- Lovely! I'll definitely check in after I finish eating, thank you!” She smiled at you and nodded, then walked off to take the next person in's order.

After you finished eating you checked into the bed and breakfast. It was rather nice- Calm and homey. You sat on the bed and let out a sigh. You were still mad at yourself for losing trail of the Wendigo. You moved your arms up, cracking them gently, before changing into some more sleep appropriate clothing. You laid down on the bed- Rather warm, it was nice- And fell into a deep sleep.

His eyes opened. What the hell? He got up and looked around- What? He didn't think he could do this anymore? He tried to move around- It was slow. He wasn't in his body-  Well, he was, but not his old body. He hated this. He hated this body. “Maann, this looks a lot like Pinetree's! Way too vacant!” He stated, throwing his arms behind his head. Usually his life was chaos filled- He liked it that way. This was too… Calm.

“Seem familiar, Cipher?” The voice came from all around. He knew that voice. He hated that voice. “What do you want, you- you- you- Gill face!” Nice comeback. “And what is this writing on my arm?!” Ignoring the first accusation- Though it was more of a statement then a question, the Axolotl responded, swimming slowly around Bill. “It's always been there.” They stated simply. “No it hasn't!” He replied, clearly annoyed. “It's never been there!” There came this long sigh- Though it came from everywhere. It sounded- Tired. “Your arms were black before. You could not read the script on them, it blended in.” They stated simply.

“What does it mean?!” He yelled, though moreso into the void than at the Axolotl. “That is for you to find out.” They stated. He let out this long groan. He was usually the one giving vague answers to annoy people! Why were they doing it?! And why was he cursed with this stupid meat-sack?! “That,” The Axolotl started, “Was not of my doing.” And that was all they said, as they faded out after finishing their sentence. He let out a long, annoyed groan again. He could feel the end of the dream coming- He'd gotten used to this in his other form. But this was his dream, and that felt wrong. “I NEED ANSWERS!” He yelled- Though this it really was into the void- As he began to wake up.

You woke up and rubbed your eyes, yawning softly. It took you a moment to adjust to the surroundings and get your grounding about why you were here- And, of course, when you did, you were rather annoyed to remember your near-catch of a Wendigo, and it disappearing as you came into the strange town you were in now- Yes, Gravity Falls. The one that wasn't on any map.

You gathered your things and checked out, then got a quick breakfast. You then went out to face the day, deciding you might as well do some touring while you were here. Something fun would be great, right? Rid your mind of your failed attempt at finding a chaos monster and give you something to do. And that, of course, led you right to the chaos monster you'd been looking for your whole existence.

As you looked around you found your way to a building with signs everywhere labeled “Mystery Shack!” and “Come here!” in arrow shapes. Something called the mystery shack was bound to be interesting, right? You decided so, and started up towards it. On your walk, however, you found something on the ground- A page. It seemed old, browning yet still faded with time. You picked it up, curious of it. The top of the page read, “BILL CIPHER” followed by a list of things that this supposed person- Triangle? As you read further on- Had done. Interesting.

You shoved the page into your pocket and walked into the Mystery Shack, and were immediately met by several weird looking, mashed together creatures, and things that were clearly overpriced and scam-worthy. You definitely weren't going to buy anything from here- But it couldn't hurt to look around, and that's exactly what you did. You looked around, muttering comments on the weird creatures- However, something else caught your eyes after a bit- Or, ears? Maybe?

Yelling. “STANFORD PINES!” The voice was a bit strained, and mad. “WHAT DOES SHAPE SMACK LOVE MEAN?!” That stopped you dead in your tracks. “I don't know what it means.” Came back an annoyed voice. Two people suddenly came out from a-- Vending machine? What the hell? One was an older man with greying hair who was wearing a beige trench coat. The other was a blond man, somewhat around your age. He looked rather dapper, to be fair. Nice sense of style at least. “AND WHY CAN'T I GET IT OFF?!” The blond one yelled. “Bill, I already told you, I don't know.” The other one- Stanford, you assumed- replied. He seemed tired, like he'd been asked this question all day. You'd assumed they hadn't noticed you, as you heard someone else- A gruffer sounding man- Comment, “Don't scare my customers off, Cipher.”

Cipher. Bill. Bill Cipher- And the phrase- Oh- Oh mother fucker. You'd been looking for your soulmate for ages now, through several lives- Only to find out it was some shady motherfucker who almost ended the world?! Oh fuck no! That was it! “CIPHER!” Oh, you were pissed. He turned towards you, raising an eyebrow with a cocky smile. “Yes?” “I've been looking for you my whole goddamn life-” The people in the shack were starting to stare now, and Stanford looked- Well- Unhappy, to say the least. “No, all of my goddamn lives only to find out your some INTERDIMENSIONAL ASSHOLE who almost ending the fucking WORLD?!” He liked the cockiness in this one. He put a hand on his hip, a smile on his face. “All of your lives?” “I can't fucking believe ANYONE would be FORCED to put up with YOU for all of ETERNITY! Let alone ME!!” You yelled, near stomping your foot.

“ALL I'VE FUCKING DONE IS LOOKED FOR YOU, AND YOU'RE A GODDAMN INTERDIMENSIONAL DEMON?!” “Was.” He corrected, though his tone was starting to drip. “YOU SON OF A BITCH DUMB MOTHERFUCKER!” And with that, despite the fact he was indefinitely your soulmate, you slapped him. Hard. And then you turned on your heel, letting out a loud yell. Bill put a hand on his cheek and stared at you as you left. Wow. You were amazing.  Stanford peeked out of a corner, then let out a loud sigh. “Bill… Has a soulmate? How- How?” He then began to furiously write in one of his journals. Dipper- Who was upstairs before this whole mess started- Was also doing the same. Mabel was… Very excited to have someone else she knew had a soulmate in the house.

You glared one more time at Bill as you left the shack, and had a realization. Fuck. Fuck. This man was an asshole. You did NOT find him attractive! You saw him running after you, clearly infatuated. You began to full on sprint, not willing to have a conversation with this stupid demon you'd been searching for constantly.  “Hey! HEEYY!!” He yelled after you. You let out a yell and tried to run faster, but fate had decided otherwise, and tripped you on a unburied tree root. “FUCK!” You screeched as you fell to the ground.

Bill nearly threw you up in the air as he got to you. “Hey! Hey!! Hey!!! DO THAT AGAIN!” He said, pointing to his face. “What the hell?!” You backed up a bit, but he had a pretty good grip on you. “And what does this mark mean?!” Clearly, you knew. You let out a frustrated sigh and attempted to push yourself away from Bill again. “It means we're soulmates.” You grumbled, glaring up at him. He tiled his head. “Soulmates?” “Out souls are connected, or something.” You groaned, finally getting out of his grasps. “I don't have a soul!” He stated. “Apparently you do.” You replied, moving away from him.

“I can't fucking believe you're my soulmate.” You crossed your arms. Bill came up behind you and wrapped his around you, pulling you close to his chest. “Hit me again! Hit me again!!” He cheered. “If you keep doing this I might punch you.” You grumbled. He let out a happy laugh, hugging you tighter. You let out a groan, throwing your head back and a bit into Bill. You hated to admit it, but you kind of enjoyed being stuck here in his arms. He had a nice presence. Fuck. You hated this- Well, you didn't, clearly. As for Bill, he was in love the moment you smacked him across the face. Guess “Shape. Smack. Love.” was true afterall.

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[janumun]

read the afbranden fic today and i think doing so just cemented my place in the ikevamp fandom lol. i've heard of ikevamp before but i've never played it or any of the other games by cybird, but i'm weak for great character designs and pretty art styles and your stories and hcs are just nothing short of magnificent that i'm absolutely invested in this franchise now. i feel so shy asking this but could u maybe do smth for will in the near future cuz he's turning out to be my favorite, pretty please?👉👈

Thank you so much for your kind words, @lady-belladonna. 💕 Yours is the highest compliment a writer could receive, and to know my writings may have provided a [thirst] gateway into the drug game that is Ikemen Vampire, this is pretty much me right now 😂:

Moving on! Yes to beautiful character designs and drop-dead gorgeous men. I am a slave, which is exactly what got me captured by Disney's Hot AF villains in their Twisted Wonderland game. (Talk about being easy, me, way to go LOLOL)

I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that William is so far your favorite. Lord knows that poor Shit Stirrer™️ doesn't earn himself a lot of love within the fandom. If you'd like to 🙇‍♀️ and haven't checked these out yet, I have written a few things for him (NSFW however!):

Headcanons

His general kinks

His general kinks (a vengeance) part two

Drabble

Enslaved

As for your last question, I'm not sure when (if ever) I'll get down to penning more for him in the future but please do have this drabble instead (a William fan is always welcome to a tiny offering from me). I hope you enjoy it!

Title: A Dangerous Gamble (IkeVamp Shakespeare)

Pairing: Shakespeare/Female Reader

Warning Tags: acting out a script (a flair for the dramatics), role-play (Shakespearean style), [mild] threat of suicide (as an act)

Summary: Wherein Shakespeare plays the part of an ill-famed nobleman out to convince his newly captured maiden to forgo taking her life and spend her eternity with him instead.

Author's Notes: If any of those warnings, although not explicit, sound terrible to you, please skip reading this one! (This is un-edited, we let ourselves die and be revived, as sad and fucked up, as Arthur LOL)

“Alack, wouldst it be thou find it personal hell to marry me, lady.”

A careful step forward; amber and red disconcerting in their pleasant sweep of her defense. As if in observation of a droll delight rather than her assumed fright as she — right upon cue — moves to brandish the dark bottle she clutches, supposedly deadly poison, in between them in declaration of her threat. Warning him away, to not approach if he cares to save face among nobility, at all.

Shakespeare’s lips: bow of an elegant smile, move to stretch into tickled chimes of soft laughter — soft as fur upon a wild beast — before daring another foot forward. He observes how her spine turns to stone, then trembles upon the display of a predatory noble lord — her reactions, her own rather than of an actress set upon his stage. “Mayhap were I to try convincing your mind, fair treasure. If you would be good and abandon thy thoughts of destruction.” He pleads, just as sweet.

Another step.

“Instead…” One more. She releases a sound so lovely — breathless and desperate — he wishes he could gather her up and drink her down soon, to hear her keen her siren’s song once more.

“Fall unto destruction, together with me. Be my bride, my Juliet and I shall but surrender myself at your very feet. Kiss your every step, until thou accept of me as naught but thy humble man.” Her bottle of poison — Blanc — leaves the confines of her delicate fingers; he plucks it clean off her before it crashes to the floor. An arm, caresses, coiling across the circle of her waist. Tugging against himself.

William, she breathes, stars within her gaze, the flush of wine is in her cheeks, and he has not allowed for them to partake of any alcohol yet. A shudder buffets through his body, wanting to test an eager tongue against her cheeks.

“My one lady,” Shakespeare smiles, “Thou art magnificent in generosity as in your pulchritude. Allow your husband to make a gift of devotion to his most magnificent one.”

Unstoppering the bottle, he tips it into his mouth, the bland, sweet taste of Blanc seeping across his tongue. Discarding the bottle to the carpeted floor, he cups her jaw, tapered digits tracing delicate flesh beneath. Her mouth falling open obedient, onto a smile so bright, he’s enslaved, tugged towards his disastrous muse, falling once more to her charms. Mouths moving upon each other, the taste of Blanc she pilfers into her own, tongue slipping across her own lips to swipe clean. Withdrawing on undoing breaths, he murmurs, “I have conquered mine bride of Fate at long last. Now, as for reward…” Nimble digits spring across her breasts to pull at elaborate strings, unraveling as if a present. “As promised, she shall possess this unworthy devil.”

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[iamvegorott]

Alright, in-depth review time, because I have no self-control!

Sex With A Ghost, MadPat, Kind of reverse Undercover Love au,

“I'm getting jiggy with a rifle, I'll pull the trigger with my eyes closed” Mad demonstrating how unstable he is at this point, willing to mess with danger carelessly.

“Hoping to hit you somewhere vital, and when I miss, you come and kiss me with a smile” the ‘you’ in this song, of course referring to Mare. Mad being at odds because, Mare and Mad’s relationship is supposed to be that of hatred and opposing sides, but whenever they meet, Mare doesn’t act like that. And it’s unseittling to Mad, it throws him off and makes him more confused. 1/4 -☔️

“I'm having sex with a ghost, 'cause she knows I'm alone. She's a freak in the sheets, play it cool.” Mad explaining his and Mare’s relationship, referring to Mare as a ‘ghost’ in a kind of nod to how Mad never seems to be able to get in contact with Mare when he wants to, but it always seems to be on Mare’s terms. Also expressing how Mad feels that Mare only shows this interest in Mad because he knows he’s lonely, and this feeling that maybe Mare’s just taking advantage of him because he’s alone and desperate. The second line being Mad getting carried away in his own feelings, and how being with Mare feels just so good, and then catching himself, reminding himself to stay calm, and composed. 2/4 -☔️

“The only time I ever see her is when she's behind me in the mirror” Mad only ever able to see Mare when they’re either ‘fighting’, or hooking up, and that just spiraling Mad into a more unstable state of confusion, paranoia, and slight frustration.

“Even from a distance I can hear her, Try to listen, but her whispers make my ears hurt” mayhaps this being Mad referring to his powers, and how he can always somehow sense when Mare is near, because the emotions and feelings he gets off of Mare are so unique and different. How Mad has tried to tune into those feelings a few times, trying to maybe learn more about Mare, but it always just gets too overwhelming, like feedback from a microphone. 3/4 -☔️

“And on our dates, it's never daytime, when she gets playful with a steak knife” When Mare and Mad meet, it’s never obvious. It’s never out in the open, it’s always secretive, at night, in a quiet, tucked away place. And Mad can almost never tell if it’s going to be a ‘Mare doing his job and investigating on Mad’ kind of day, or a ‘‘‘date’’’ kind of day. It’s always a game of roulette with Mare, and that’s unsettling to Mad. He can’t figure him out, and it’s infuriating, yet intriguing. Why does Mare have to be so frustrating, yet feel so good to be with?? 4/4 thank you for listening to me spout about Mad again XD, interested to hear your thoughts on this one. -☔️

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!

So, my take on this was:

Mad was never found, never was able to break away from the torture of the endless emotional feelings around him and it slowly eats away at him until his mind finally snaps.  He’s still fairly factual and sarcastic but he now has a sick and twisted sense of humor. Madness is all that he knows and he goes out of his way to make sure others feel the same. He wasn’t going to be alone in this. No matter what Eventually, Mad messes with the wrong people, and a hit is put on his head, Mare and Phantom being the ones to first find the job. Mare finds Mad when he and Phantom split up and Mad tries to use his powers against him, shocked to find that it doesn’t work. Something inside of Mad makes him step out and talk to Mare, wanting to see what this man was that prevented him from being able to get into his head, from only being able to have the basic sense of feelings from him and nothing more.  Mare is intrigued by Mad and flirts a little to see what happens, loving the immediate flush that covered Mad’s face. He dives in for a kiss that quickly becomes heavy. Mad’s left stunned when Mare pulls away and can only stare as Mare chuckles and says that if he doesn’t kill anyone before the next time they meet, there would be a lot more ‘fun’ for them.  Thus begins a pattern of Mare going to him, the visits becoming more and more frequent, and Mad just can not figure out what Mare is up to. He can only ready list and curiosity from him and it does not make sense. Mad needed to understand, he needs to know and it’s driving him to a different form of madness he’s never felt before. Eventually, Mad snaps and demands to know what Mare is up to and why he keeps doing this. Mare says that he was hired to kill him and at first wanted to learn more about Mad before killing him but it’s become something much different. The sex was great, the chats were fun and he didn’t want him to leave. He wanted him to stay but Mare needed to wait until Mad spoke up first before inviting him to where he lived with others. Where he worked. Where Mad could be useful with his powers, make an endless amount of money and still have everything he craves.  Mad at first refuses. His powers aren’t for anyone but him to use. He didn’t need to get paid to do that. He could just go and do whatever he wanted.  Mare says nothing after that and just leaves a note and then leaves himself Mad’s alone again and it hurts He has, what would equate to, a panic attack and after calming down, he reads the note and decides to follow the map. Mad doesn’t even knock when he reaches the building. He just walks in, sees Mare sitting in a chair, and is reading. A man who looked a lot like him was across the room, using a knife to clean under his nails, a young woman sitting on a couch and a young boy was sitting in front of it, cutting out snowflakes. Mare just looks at him and waits. Mad, without a word, goes over to the chair next to Mare and sits down, acting as if he’s lived here his whole life.  Questions from the others would wait.

(hot damn this was longer than originally planned XD)

#☔️anon #Evil!Mad #madmare #sorry if i just rambled for way too long XD