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barefoothighlander · 1 year

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Hey hey heyy! First of all your writing is so good! Fr teach me.

Second of all I'd love some Graves smut, something to do with proper hate sex as in enemies to ??, maybe some violence with it. Other than that you can do what you want.

Ily<3

thank u babe, also super random but I just found out the actor for graves is also jeff in yellowjacket’s and now all I picture is graves sitting in his car jamming to papa roach

warnings: mdni (18+), smut, unprotected pinv, slight dub con, choking, fingering, orgasm denial, name calling, description of wounds, mention of blood, dom!graves, slight voyeurism, creampie, mention of alcohol, not proofread

Your skin is freezing, the rain soaking your clothes, mixing with the blood dripping from the wound on your arm as you struggle to stay up. Something about him was always off, it wasn’t often the 141 worked with outsiders but you needed to trust the Shadow company, you needed to trust Graves.

You followed his orders, seeking his protection when hostile got too close, he’d saved your life on more than one account during the mission but you always kept an eye on him.

Unfortunately your suspicions were right, he had betrayed the team on behalf of Shepard, and now you were lost in the streets of Mexico with too much blood lost.

You crept through alleys, calling through your comms to Soap and Ghost, trying to find a way out when the Shadows were lurking around every corner, gunshots ringing through your ears as you slam your body against a wall trying to stay out of sight.

The dark provided decent cover, allowing you to sneak through old shops and houses, trying to find materials to help you but the feeling of your body growing weaker did little to add to your success, having to brace yourself against tables and walls just to catch your breath.

Time was running out, you knew where Ghost was but you didn’t know how to get there, between the labyrinth of streets and the threat of the Shadows, they had you stuck with no where to go.

“You lost little bird?”

His cocky tone pierces your ears, you don’t have to turn around to know who the voice belongs to, your whole world crumbling in front of you as you look for an escape route.

“No where to run”

He moves closer towards you, caging your body between him and the wall as panic sets into your body. You turn your body and brave your arms, ready to fight but he grabs your wrists, pushing your body back against the wall and pinning you there, you wince at the action, the angle of your arm pinching your wound.

“Looks like somebody clipped your wings” He smirks, his tone is deep,

“Fuck off” You spit, writhing under his grip

“We could’ve been a team you know, there would’ve been a place for you in the company”

“And be forced to take orders from you? I’d rather die”

“Tsk, kinda seemed like you enjoyed taking orders from me”

You furrow your brows at his comment, one drunken mistake made weeks ago coming back to haunt you. You had gone out drinking with the team and he tagged along, a few too many shots and you wound up in his bed, panting under his touch.

“Get the fuck off me Graves”

“I love the way you say my name” His hands release yours, moving to your waist to turn your body, pinning your chest against the wall as you whimper in pain.

“Now I wanna hear you scream it” His voice is husky, laced with anger as his lips travel over your exposed skin, tracing your limbs. The warmth of him feels too good, your shivering body moulded against his chest as his fingers trace over the hem of your pants.

His hands snake under your shirt, kneading at your breasts as you let out a small sigh, the goosebumps on your skin depleting with every touch.

“Hate me all you want, I know what you need”

“Let me go”

“Ask nicely” He grins against your neck as his fingers pinch your nipples, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Fuck you”

He grinds his length against your backside, the firm press of him igniting your core as you curse yourself.

“If that’s what you want baby”

He moves a hand down your stomach, pushing back the hem of your pants to cup your sex, his fingers teasing over your panties as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“You’re soaked, knew you needed me, little slut”

His fingers pushed your panties to the side, teasing through your folds as he gathers your slick before pushing two digits inside you. Moaning from the contact he lets out a low chuckle, his warm breath ghosting over your ear as you bit your lip, trying to muffle your moans.

He pumps his fingers into you, his thumb settling on your clit to run circles over the bud, you struggle to brace your arms against the wall, your hips arching into him as you grind down onto his hand, chasing your high.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers”

Your teeth pierce your lip as you bite down, the taste of iron filling your mouth as the coil inside you burns, your mind a flurry of lust as your orgasm approaches.

He pumps his fingers harder, curving them to swipe across your sweet spot over and over, you throw you head back as the band inside you threatens to snap but as soon as you reach your peak he rips his hand from you. You’re breathless, panting as you stare back at him,

“Wha- no” You plead

“You wanna run? Go now” He steps back a few paces, giving you room to move, your skin is on fire, clenching around nothing as your high fades from your core, he wants you to beg. Your gaze shifts between the door and him, his dark eyes staring back at you, his hand glistening in the light, covered in your slick.

You don’t move, don’t say anything, your fingers toy with your belt buckle, undoing it and he smirks, closing the gap between you.

“Good choice”

His hand is firm on your back as he presses you against the wall again, his arm moving your grip around your waist, holding you up as your limbs become unsteady. He pulls your pants below your ass, giving him enough access to feel your weeping cunt, grinding his clothed length against it and feeling you shudder from the contact, the rough denim swiping against your core, sending shocks up your spine.

“Better stay quiet, unless you want the entire company to take turns”

His threats are empty but they still make your blood run cold, the noise of his own belt clattering as he presses his chest against you, running his tip through your folds. He smears your slick around your cunt, quiet sighs falling from your mouth as you feel how hard he is.

He leans back from you, lining himself up as his free hand finds purchase on the side of your face, pushing it against the cold wall, keeping you pinned. He bottoms out in a single thrust, forcing the air from your lungs as you gasp as the stretch, the arm on your waist moving so he can rest his fingers against your clit, keeping them still against the bud to tease you.

He pounds into you, forcing every inch of himself inside with every thrust as you moan, your mind a blur, the idea of anyone hearing long gone as his tip drags against your walls.

“That’s it, take it, take it all you fucking slut”

He grunts behind you, his balls slapping against your skin with every thrust, the sound of the rain outside the only thing keeping prying ears from knowing what was happening as you unravel under his touch.

The hand on your head moves to snake around your neck, the inside of his elbow settling under your chin as he pulls you against him, your back arching as he presses your spine to his chest. His cock hits deeper from this angle, your body exposed to him as his grunts fill your ears.

You reach for him but he grabs your wrist, a low growl leaving his chest when his thumb presses into the bullet wound in your arm, forcing a cry from you as you clench down on him.

“See what you made me do, didn’t have to run from me” He presses harder into the wound, droplets of blood cascading down your skin, smearing onto him as you sob around his cock.

“Fuck. You” You manage through gritted teeth, your hand finding it’s way to his head, tugging on his hair as he lets out a grunt, thrusting harder into you.

“You bite back, always liked that about you”

You open your mouth to speak but words escape you as he grips your wrist, pulling it towards your sex and forcing your fingers to toy with your clit.

“Show me how much you need to cum, how good my cock feels inside your little pussy”

You trace circles with your weak fingers, quiet whimpers from your lips boost his ego as the feeling of your fingers is nothing compared to his.

“Poor slut, you need me to do it?”

You give a tug to his hair, silent begs as your fingers continue to work lazy circles over the bud.

“Beg for it, beg me to make you cum”

“Eat shit”

“I guess only one of us gets to finish then”

He sobbed your body forward, your hands slow to catch you against the wall, his grips your waist with bruising fingers, digging into the flesh as he thrusts into you. Your knees are weak, your arms heavy against the wall as you struggle to stay up, you need more, more of him.

“Beg for it”

His thirsts push you further into the wall, your aching fingers scraping against the stone,

“Please” You whisper

“What’s that? Didn’t hear you”

Your body admits defeat before your mind does, pushing back against him so his tip prods at your cervix, forcing him deeper into you,

“Please”

“Please what? Use your words”

“Please, let me cum!” Tears prick your eyes, your orgasm building inside of you at an agonizing pace.

“Then soak my cock you fucking slut”

His fingers make contact with your clit, rubbing harsh circles over the bud as you cry out, your hips working in tandem with his thrusts to chase your high.

He leans over your frame, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear as his hand grips around your throat, his fingers squeezing against your pulse point.

“Cum for me, show me how much you need my cock” He whispers in your ears, the words shooting straight to your core, the fire inside your searing your skin as you cum with a sob, clenching down on him as he fucks you, keeping his harsh pace. His fingers stay on your clit, not letting you come down, he forces you to ride out your orgasm at his brutal pace, his skin smacking against yours as his cock stuffs you.

Your vision blurs, a mixture of blood loss and the overstimulation of him has you seeing stars, every sound drowned out except for his moans behind you.

“M’gonna fill this fucking pussy, send you back with a reminder of who you belong to”

Your tears stain your cheeks, your throat dry and unable to respond as his thrusts become sloppy, chasing his own high.

“You want that? Wanna walk around with my cum stuffed inside you, you fucking traitor bitch” He spits, his words ringing in your ears as he bottoms out, pressing his cock deep inside your walls as his spend floods them, filling you with the warm liquid.

Your body goes limp against the wall, his arms the only thing holding you up as he milks himself in your pussy, thrusting his softening cock to make sure it stays deep before pulling out.

He tucks himself back into his pants, his grip on your waist keeping you balanced as he helps you to lean on a table, kneeling to pull your own pants back up.

He scans the room, moving to grab a small cloth before tearing it, wrapping it around your wound to help stop the bleeding. You stare at him with hooded eyes, the toll on your body evident in the way you hunch over, arms braced to keep yourself steady.

“I meant it, there would’ve been a spot for you” His tone is sincere as you gaze at him, his hair sticking to his forehead in a mix of sweat and rain drops, he reaches around his vest, pulling out a small canteen of water and handing it to you, you take it, chugging its contents before gasping for a breath.

“I’d never betray my team”

“You already did”

His words shoot through your heart, it was true in a sense, even if he wasn’t the enemy the first time, it didn’t take away from the fact that you had just fucked him in a dirty old house while he was hunting you and your team.

“Go”

You furrow your brows at him, “What?”

“Leave before I change my mind, if I catch you again it won’t end as well”

You take a moment to scan his face, he’s being sincere, you stand quickly, trying to catch your balance before sparing him a final glance and rushing through the door back into the rain, glancing down streets to try and find a way out.

“Deadeye do you copy” Ghosts voice echoes through your comms, pulling you back to reality.

“I copy”

“Jesus Christ, where are you?” His voice is laced in panic

“Coming LT” The lights of the Church stare back at you through the heavy down pour, lighting your path as you make your way to your team.

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spcewild · 6 months

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"And then one random night - when everything changes, you won't reply and we'll go back to strangers"

Warnings: angst, fluff, depressing topics, ghosting, situationship, implied smut at end, etc.

☆

Another read message.

Looking down at your phone, the message you sent -

"Wanna go on a drive again?" < read

You let out an audible sigh as you slumped into your chair. It was a common occurrence to get ghosted by the Hollywood star. You knew it was likely trust issues from his recent divorce - I know right? A cocky man like him? Have trust issues? Seems very unlikely.. but he hides it well.

Your eyes seemed to engrave the message screen engulfing your phone. You almost hope he blocks you sometimes. You hate when he does this, and then texts you in the middle of the night asking if your up.

You're used to getting bothered by him 24/7, text messages, calls, pictures, etc. Although it was different when you found out he was training as a champion for earthrealm.. he tried to explain it the best he could with what little knowledge he knew himself. You knew how busy he would be, yet that never seemed to stop him half the time. The other half? He was like this. You had enough.

You glared down at your still read message - it's been 15 minutes. You give an annoyed sigh and began typing again.

"Keep ignoring me Cage, I don't know what we are but I can't handle when you do this to me. Don't try to call me again."

< sent

With a huff you soon retreated to the backseat of your own car. Pulling your knees to your chest staring out of your left window.

You didn't bother checking your phone from that point. Feeling so conflicted in your own mind you seemed to get lost in time.

☆

You don't know how much time has passed but you know you've been sitting in your car for a while. Your eyes feeling heavy - yet you weren't really tired.

You were brought back to your conscious, getting pulled away from your thoughts as you hearing a voice yelling out.

"Y/N open the door please.. I'm sorry!"

The familiar voice of Johnny ringing in your ears, you looked over to see his form pounding his fist at your front door. Then standing there in a silence, almost looking defeated by the second.

You heard a sigh escape the man before he turned around, while going to walk to his car he spotted you in yours. Locking eyes for a moment before you turned your head and looked back outside the other window.

It wasn't long before you heard the door to your car open, and a shift in the seat next to you, then the car door shutting. You stayed in silence for a while before hearing a sigh from the figure beside you.

"How long are you going to ignore me hun'?"

Not falling for the Hollywood's words you pursed your lips further together and locked your eyes to the stars painting the sky from your window. You heard a shifting motion before you felt strong hands slink around your waist and a weight fall on the back of your shoulder, a feeling you often felt when receiving comfort from Johnny.

"You know I don't mean to do that.. I- ...I'm sorry.."

You heard the man sputter over his words, trying to refrain from excuses. His warm breath hitting your neck and his hands squeezing your waist. You at first - didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a reply but quickly realized that the man was not joking this time - yet was serious.

"Please..."

His hands slightly clinging tighter around your waist, like he was afraid you would disappear. You release a breath you didn't even realize you were holding.

Feeling his head turn up to your face slightly as if he was expecting you to say something.

"Fine..."

You huffed out in defeat. You knew you couldn't be mad at him entirely, he was always busy and you knew he didn't mean it.

You felt a growing smile form from his lips as his face buried into your neck, before feeling the same soft skin press light kisses all over your neck.

"I knew you couldn't stay mad at me."

Yet the man still joked. Receiving an eye roll from you. It wasn't too soon before he finally gave out and pulled away from you, then hearing a thud as you looked back to see his frame, laid on his back as he looked up at the ceiling of the car. You couldn't help but smile at it all. Letting your own car seat fall back and slowly laying back on your back as well, beside him. You two stayed in comfortable silence before you spoke again.

"So what are we exactly, Johnny?"

You questioned the man beside you, turning your head towards him. You saw his lips purse into a thin line for a moment before opening.

"Whatever you want us to be, as long as I get to be right next to you like this."

His head finally turning to yours. Smiling to yourselves as you felt the small gap between you two shrinken even more. Watching as his form leaned into yours as his body rolled to his side so his arms could slink around your waist again and pull you in.

Your lips connecting felt like the missing puzzle pieces to your whole world, connecting together, everything felt perfect. Between the soft kiss when you two pulled away to catch your breath, you heard him speak in soft praises, before you finally got some words out yourself.

"I want to be yours, Cage."

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Author's note:

It took a while to write this lol, i was honestly debating weather I should post it or not.

Idk if I went too off w his character, but I feel like Johnny is secretly a sweetheart. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this regardless ! <3

(REQUESTS: OPEN)

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bipanicoverthegravessiblings · 3 months

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Okok hear me out on this,

Ashley x Yandere!Reader

I'm curious as to how that one will play out

Can you tell I had fun writing from a Yandere POV?

Ashley Graves x Yandere!Reader

You’ve seen her in passing

During the quarantine of that apartment building just down the road from your own

And while walking to the nearest bus stop to take you to your dead end job, you’d pass by the fortified building

You never paid it or its tenants much mind

Until your eyes wandered….and you spotted someone

A couple people to be exact-

Both had black hair and pale skin, a man and a woman. The man was smoking, looking out uninterested

But it wasn’t him who caught your eye…

The woman. Her messy black hair tied into a low ponytail. She was sitting precariously on the balcony’s edge, her expression as unamused as the man

She was poking him, to which he kept swatting at her hand to stop her. She didn’t.

You tried to study her features from your view point on the ground

Perhaps you stared too long, as she turned her head to look down at you

You continued to the bus stop after getting caught

But the woman still plagued your mind

She was so pretty…so alluring…

Something drew her to you

Maybe it was the fact that she was out of reach from you

Locked away in the apartment like a bird in a cage

To be observed and marveled at

Whatever drew you to her…

You loved this feeling

Your life was a routine that’s grown dull: wake up, go to work, go home, sleep, repeat.

You’d run on autopilot so long you honestly were convinced you’d become a robot

An emotionless husk traversing through life

Until you saw that woman…

….you needed to keep this feeling.

You needed to see her again.

Your steps slowed as the familiar fortified building came into your view. You’d been coming back here for a few weeks now, and each time it felt like there were more precautions put up. Ambulances too.

Your eyes worriedly scanned the balcony’s, though you released the tension in your shoulders as you spotted your caged bird. A gorgeous woman with jet black hair and captivating cherry blossom eyes. Like a beautiful raven…

She was just heading inside from the balcony, making you swear under your breath that you failed to get her earlier to observe her more. Perhaps you should start getting here earlier…

It frustrated you that you couldn’t just- walk in. Move here to have a chance to bump into her naturally rather than ogling her from the ground. It was closer to the bus stop anyways, so it was practical too.

Though…you were reminded as to why that option wasn’t available. The quarantine was just one obstacle, but the other showed his face…

Walking on to the balcony, lit cigarette in hand, the man you had first seen entered looking annoyed. Perhaps having been chewed out by your raven. He folded his arms over the edge, taking a drag of the cigarette as his eyes wandered and landed on to you.

If the woman was a raven…then this was the dog who guarded her cage. You hated the man, and he hated you. The glares he gave you for eyeing your raven made that clear enough.

You still didn’t know their relationship, but given the similar hair and features, you presumed they were related. Protective older brother perhaps.

Your poor raven…having to not only deal with being locked away, but her mean guard dog not letting her have any fun. Any enrichment. How was she supposed to be marveled and looked upon if he chewed out anyone who got too close.

You narrowed your eyes a final time before speeding up your pace. You needed to catch the bus anyway.

Even on your days off you visited

Eventually moving along like you’d go to work

Only to circle back the long way and avoid being seen

One of these days though, you caught an odd sight

You never moved so fast in your life. Hunched over in a bush, you moved some of the foliage to observe what you just witnessed.

Your raven had escaped! Joy!

….with her guard dog- less joy.

You had no idea what was going on. To your knowledge, the quarantine was still going. And from what little you saw before hiding, it appeared they had jumped the fence. So- they really did escape. They must have.

And now they were walking away…

Once a good distance, you emerged from your bush and followed suit. There was no way you were losing her. You wanted to see where she was going, just had to make sure you didn’t get caught. The two paused at a bus stop, sitting down and chatting- likely about their escape. You were hidden, as best as you could, behind a telephone pole- observing. Where were they heading?…

The bus soon rolled up, the two clambering on to god knows where.

And you followed.

You followed your raven, who you finally learned the name of from her dog barking it to her in frustration.

Ashley

A gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman

Oh- and the dog’s name was Andrew. Or whatever.

But it quickly became obvious you weren’t the only one following them

Some other bastard had tailed them just a week after you had

And you’d be damned if you were going to let him cause her harm

You leered from your hiding spot beside the motel, eyes narrowed as you looked out for the hooded figure that terrorized your Ashley. And appear he did.

He approached the motel, making his way up the stairs and opening the door. He disappeared inside. This was your chance…

You knew Ashley and her dog weren’t in there. No, they had gone….somewhere. Truthfully, you didn’t know. And you hated that you didn’t. But this was important. You unsheathed the knife you had purchased from your pocket, quietly making your way to the room. You readied your knife, raising it above your head, as you entered. The door was unlocked.

Scanning the room, there was no sign of the hooded figure. But you saw him go in here…so he was somewhere. Your eyes landed on the closet across the room, right in front of you. It stared at you menacingly, inviting you to come closer. You did.

With your knife readied, you stalked over to the wooden closet. Your hand hovered over the knob, and you took a quiet breath as you psyched yourself up for this. Opening the door unleashed an onslaught of knives flying at their opponents. You were stabbed. He was stabbed. You’re pretty sure some parts of the wall were too as you tussled with the hooded man. You managed to have the upper hand, as he seemed shocked to see you here. Likely expecting your raven.

That rage, the rage that stemmed from him likely wanting to cause your Ashley harm, fueled you in the fight. Allowing you to deliver a finishing blow to the bastard’s head. He stopped squirming. Stopped struggling. Stopped living. He was dead.

You sat there, blood coating your clothes- you couldn’t tell if it was his or your blood. You panted, staring down at his lifeless corpse underneath you. Your gaze lifted, and you couldn’t believe what you saw.

Standing in the doorway that you left open, was her. Your raven. Your cherry blossom eyed goddess. Ashley Graves. Her eyes were widened in shock, her guard dog close behind her with a conflicted look on his face. It was mainly shock from what you could gather though.

You smiled, a dopey- dumb smile as the sight of Ashley warmed your insides.

“Hello,” you greeted, like you hadn’t just killed a man, “How- How are you?”

#the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #tcoaal #x reader #ashley graves x reader

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bg3trashcompactor · 14 days

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Surprise!! I turned it in to a prequel! Because what’s more fun than suffering?

I Think He Knows - Chapter 2

Link to Story on AO3:

Summary: You're able to enjoy a little bit more time with Astarion before the long arm of the law calls him back to the courthouse.

(POV female Reader x Magistrate Astarion/almost 4k words of very NSFW, straight up filth underneath the cut)

Soft, worn linens greet your backside as you are cast unceremoniously onto the bed by Astarion.

He watches you with hungry approval when he drops you, delighting in how every delicious, soft part of you jiggles.

“In order to punish you properly, I’ll require a confession of the events that led up to the moment I arrived home,” he intones dispassionately above you. You find your legs squeezing together again with his words that flow like spun silk…nevermind the fact that he was just between them.

“Once I have determined the true nature of your transgressions, we can administer your punishment- which should be equal to the crime, of course. When that has been squared away, we can negotiate your release. But, I must warn you, darling…” the cool indifference of his voice has an edge that you recognize and it makes your center clench in anticipation.

You’re not the only one who's still aroused. You catch a brief glimpse of how his hard cock twitches as he speaks, aching to be buried inside you again.

“...I won’t go easy on you,” the low growl that is matched by an equally villainous look makes you whimper and your over-eager sex spasm.

Nor do you want him to. Hells, if this is what coming home early and getting caught masturbating in your husband’s shirt gets you, you make a mental note to misbehave more often.

Leaning over to cage you between his arms, he looks over the pretty flush of your cheeks, swollen and soft lips begging to be kissed, firm buds of your pert nipples he wants to snatch between his teeth and lavish with his tongue. He is momentarily lost, seeing himself reflected in pupils blown out so wide they hide the band of gorgeous irises he’d composed a dozen improvised sonnets to over the years.

You are lost as well, so enraptured by his reverence of you that when he dives to claim your lips it startles you a bit.

It’s not one of the sweet, romantic kisses you’ve received from him- the kind that make you melt and sigh against him in bliss.

No, the urgent way he explores your mouth is that of a man starved for you- the only way to temporarily sate his bottomless appetite is allowing him to feast upon your body and consume you in entirety.

And gods above, you’ll let him.

Oh, he loves how much you eagerly fight back against him and match his pace, letting you know with an erotic groan.

It would have continued too, if your damned hands hadn’t reached down to stroke the twitching, velvety hardness of his length. Your fingers have just begun to trace up the bottom of his shaft when he huffs a curse into your open mouth. You yelp in surprise when he pulls away and pushes you back down to the bed.

The spell broken, he rises, sitting back on his knees above you to look down upon you with villainous intent.

“My naughty little love,” he rumbles above you with a disapproving click of his tongue. “I fear if you cannot keep your hands to yourself, then I will have to physically restrain you. Are we clear?”

“Yes,” you state with an affirming nod, a devilish twinkle in your eyes.

You’re lying.

You decided as soon as he brought up the idea of restraining you that you want this, and you’re going to cause problems on purpose.

“Good. Now, my sweet. Walk me through what happened this morning. And please, spare no detail,” he drawls, eyes fixated on the point in between your legs that is once again, completely soaked.

“We didn’t have that much further to go, and decided to just push through the evening and get in early this morning,”

“I stopped on the way home to grab some things from the market that are in the icebox…but…” You trail off as if you’re forgetting something. You aren’t, you’ve done this before. It’s one of your favorite ways to mess with him. He’ll repeat the word you’re going to say as a follow-up to prompt you to say more.

“But…?” He questions, as predicted.

“Well now that you mention it,” you scoot yourself down so you can take a lecherous handful of his shapely rear with both your greedy open palms. Your hands are caught with his firm grip and you make contact with the sheets again with a soft ‘oof’.

He’s pinning your arms over your head with his own, his gorgeous body stretched out over yours. Cool, damp silver curls brush against your forehead, a sharp contrast to the hot, pink intrusion of his erection that has landed in between your legs against your moist slit.

“I’m going to get the rope out of the bedside table. I want you to stay here, just like this, my darling,” he murmurs, making the barest of contact with your full lips.

“And I don’t want you to move,” he gasps, undulating so that his length moves up against your damp core, dragging the head of his cock against your swollen clit.

“A single…” he repeats the motion, and you trust your hips up to meet him, huffing out a curse at how good he feels to rut against.

“…muscle.”

He’s released you, and you whine at the loss of the incredible sensation of his teasing. You slump against the bed as he searches for the fine silk cord, listening to him rummage through drawers he insisted on re-organizing a month ago.

“When I said don’t move a muscle, I meant every word, love.”

Oh. So that’s how he wants to do this today.

Must’ve been a really long week.

You arch your back, lifting your hips slightly, holding the pose for him while he continues to shuffle around your things. He does locate and set down a familiar glass bottle, your eyebrows lifting at the noise. Your heart races and the spot between your legs absolutely throbs at the idea of activities that would require the grease bottle.

“Ah ha! Here we are,” he exclaims as you hear him shut the four wooden drawers he has opened.

“Was it in the bottom drawer on the far side?” You ask sweetly, staring up at the ceiling with a grin. He hums, decidedly ignoring you as he ties your hands gently together with the silken ropes. You feel him slip his fingers through and pinch the tip of the finger to check for circulation just like you taught him, shimmying the release end of the quick release knot he’s tied into your hands.

He circles the bed again and you begin to set your hips down when he clears his throat, looking down at you with tranquil disapproval. You raise your hips up again, feeling your muscles begin to shake with the strain as you hold yourself up for him.

“Well? You arrived home? Continue,” he orders, tracing his manicured nails up the outside of your trembling thighs.

“I admit, I left my pack, my dirty boots, and my dirty armor all in the foyer. I was going to come back and deal with it before you got home, I just ended up getting …distracted,” you gasp out. You whimper as the traces of his nails migrate to your inner thighs, quivering as if you had just been tossed in an ice-crusted lake in the dead of winter.

“Distracted how, love?”

“I came upstairs, took a nap, and had the wildest, horniest dream about you. I was going to clean up and get in the bath, and then I noticed your shirt. I put it on. Gods, Astarion, it smelled just like you were standing right next to me…I don’t know what came over me, it drove me mad. I wanted you so, so badly right then,” you whimper as he increases the pressure of the drag of his nails up the tops of your legs, pausing around the crest of your hips.

“Hmm,” he splays his hands out on your pelvis, feeling you vibrate as you hold position for him. His neutral expression gives nothing away but his eyes are on your center again, watching a small rivulet of clear slick drip down and pool on the sheets below.

“You have to understand…I missed you so much while I was away, and we shared a room so it’s not like l could touch myself for any relief, and that damned message you sent me a few days ago still had me worked up,” you thrust your hips upwards and gasp your words out when he moves his hands down, resting both thumbs on the side of your clit.

“You weren’t alone for that?” He gasps in feigned shock, the bastard. If only he could have seen you murmuring equally obscene things back to him under your breath while you frantically searched for a hidden corner, a private booth, an empty cellar…

He moves his hands out of the way of your attempts to move the pads of his fingers to your sensitive flesh.

“My beautiful wife, surrounded by handsome, swarthy adventurers, the subject of unspeakably deviant sending spells from her husband. You poor dear! No wonder you’re in such a state,” He pouts, running his hands up towards your breasts.

You stop your movements when you process what he’s said. One, gross, they’re your coworkers. Two, just…why? Sleeping with one of them would be like spoiling your meal with street meat from a market vendor stall when you have Faerun’s finest steak dinner waiting for you at home.

“Astarion, I would never dream of taking anyone else to my bed, no matter how aroused I am from your teasing and torturing while I’m away. It just makes me crave you more, hence how you found me- three fingers deep,” you state matter-of-factly to him, your muscles steadying their trembling.

“Relax.”

Your sweaty body drops to lay boneless against the bed at his command, luxuriating in the softness beneath your cramping muscles.

“Three fingers deep, she says! I was going to have you provide a demonstration for me of your…activities that lead to the conclusion you had almost arrived at but seeing as how you can’t be trusted...”

“You have me rather intrigued about this dream of yours. It wasn’t one of… those, was it?” He quirks up an eyebrow as he climbs on to the bed, lounging on an elbow next to you.

Your own eyebrows knit together and you feel something in the pit of your stomach hit the bottom as you question yourself. Shit, it did kinda have that feeling to it, now that you think of it.

These dreams of yours were both a blessing and a curse. They had initially drawn you to the path of a healer as a child. You would scandalize your upper class peers by how they would accurately and inconveniently predict pregnancies, tell you which adventurer wouldn’t make it back, and had even introduced you to Astarion before you had crossed paths.

You dreamt of your first kiss in the pouring rain months before meeting him.

When you were introduced, you had a full on vision of your wedding, exactly as it happened years later in the moment when he kissed your hand.

You bite your lip and look up at him out of the corner of your vision. The ones you’d had lately were nightmares, and you hadn’t told him about the one you had while you were out this week where he was attacked after leaving work late one night. They’d been getting more frequent, more violent, permeating you with a feeling of dread that sat heavily on your chest.

“It was so crazy I don’t think it could ever be real. Promise you won’t laugh. You were…a vampire.”

“Hah! I mean,” he huffs out a laugh, then slaps his free hand over his mouth to silence himself and gain his composure. “Please, darling, continue.”

“You ass,” You hiss out, wriggling next to him. You could tug on the rope end, free yourself, and smack him on the arm, but you’re enjoying this far too much.

Besides, you still haven’t found out why he brought out the grease.

“We were out in a forest. You came out without your shirt on, said some cheesy lines, and then you kissed me… I got on my knees and pleasured you with my…” Your jaw goes slack and your mouth waters as he starts to stroke himself languidly.

“What? It’s quite salacious, how could you not expect me to touch myself?” The filthy moan that follows his commentary makes you clench and wonder how soaked the sheets have to be underneath you.

“I…I pleasured you with my mouth, and then right before you came you backed me against a tree and I came twice while you licked and fingered me.”

“Mmm, I see. Like this?” In one motion, he fastens his mouth over your clit, sucking, licking, devouring you.

“Oh gods, yes- just like that! You put my legs around your waist and had me there, and I came again, but I still wanted more- ahh!”

Two fingers slip easily in your welcoming, slippery heat. He pumps them inside of you briskly while he hooks his fingers up toward the front of your walls, rubbing the digits against a spongy surface that makes you temporarily see stars. You cry out and arch your lower back against the bed, and begin eagerly bucking your hips up to ride against his hand.

It feels so good, you’re clenching harder around his fingers, you’re so close, just a few more seconds, yes …

He stills his fingers inside you.

“And what did you want, love?” He asks innocently with lips covered in the sheen of your arousal.

“I wanted more, deeper, I wanted you to fill me, I wanted to feel every inch of you. I said some stupid thing to catch you off guard and I pushed you down and landed on top-ahh!” He pushes three fingers into you now, setting a sensually slower pace.

“That can’t be all that happened…'' The sound of his hedonistic goading makes you clench again, this time around his fingers. This man and his voice! He could read you something as dry as a court report and make you climax from that alone- and you suspect he knows it, too.

Astarion bites his lower lip, a wicked glint in his eye as he watches you resume fucking yourself on his hand. The tension that builds inside of you is intense as he massages the spot deeper with more pressure, setting a pace you can intentionally move your hips with.

“Oh, no, it didn’t end there. You rolled me over-! Yes, touch me just like that, that feels so good…and then you lifted my hips up, pressed my legs down, and then you bit me,” you rasp out, immediately groaning in frustration when he stops. Again.

“Did I?” He looks down at you, his face twisted in perverse fascination.

“You did,” you whimper out as he pulls his fingers from you.

He makes a show of licking the viscous fluids for you off his hands like he had spilled a jar of honey upside down over them, groaning in pleasure as he laps up the fluids of arousal. It would be ridiculous for anyone else to see, but you’d be damned if this isn’t the most erotic thing you’ve seen this week. You gasp out as your core clenches at the very sight of him.

“By the Gods, my love- if your blood tastes as good to ‘vampire me’ as your juices do, the magnificent bastard would never be left wanting. But maybe you want that- sharp fangs piercing your neck, feeling your life slip away. You liked it, didn’t you?”

“It hurt a little bit, but the pleasure was unlike anything I could imagine. I came again when you drank from me, you did as well,” you admit, your pretty face flushed in shame. You’d never been what the younger adventurers referred to crudely as a “monsterfucker”, but there was something about your love with that predatory look in his eyes and pointy teeth that awakened something feral in you.

“I’m not surprised I’m such a generous lover, even in your subconscious. However, who ever knew my sweet, blue-blooded, black-sheep healer was such a degenerate?” His negging makes you bark out a laugh.

“You did, darling,” you reply, imitating his signature coquettish expression and flirtatious tone.

“Well. I certainly understand your motivation, now. I think I’ve heard enough to properly sentence you,” he is all business now as he announces this to you, getting to his knees.

“Oh?”

“Mmm hmm. Turn around, get on your knees, and bend over for me, pet.”

He doesn’t have to ask you twice.

You feel his erection press up against your entrance as he leans over you, pressing a single kiss to your earlobe that sends a chill down your spine.

“I’m going to spank you. One for leaving a mess downstairs, one for napping while you’re filthy in our clean sheets, and then three more for thinking you could pretend to lie to me. I want you to count down and keep track. Start… now. ”

He sits up and you feel the sharp smack of his palm against your backside.

“One…”

A second strike, this one harder than the first, hits the same exact spot. The vibration from your buttocks jiggling makes you bite your lip, you can feel it travel straight to your aching center.

“Two…ahh!”

Your other cheek is assaulted now, and you flinch, your hips jutting back to meet his twitching, painfully hard cock.

“Three, ohhhh yes, Astarion,” you moan wantonly, trying to gain purchase on the head that presses to your folds with your hips.

Two strikes land on that same cheek.

“Four! Five!”

The sting is soothed by the reassuring warmth of the hands that linger on your backside.

You swear you can feel a trail of your slippery arousal drip down the inside of your thigh.

“That’s my good girl. You took your punishment so well. Would you like your release?” You catch a slight tremble in the cant of his words, practiced hands shaking ever-so-slightly under the strain of his ravenous desire for you.

“Please, oh Gods yes, please,” you feel the tip of him tease your folds, the head of his shaft tapping the exposed, slick pearl of your clit as he throbs up against you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up, my bloodthirsty counterpart must have excited you terribly,” his husky, breathy observation betrays him now. You know that tone of voice. It’s obvious he wants to be inside you, to feel you fall apart around him, to fill you again with his salty essence.

“Astarion, please, I need you inside me, please fuck me, let me cum on your cock-“ your desperate, almost incoherent babbling is interrupted by another loud crack. You moan loudly, unable to hold back any pretense that you feel anything short of utter bliss. It should sting, and you know from the pressure that it’ll leave a mark.

“Six?”

You crane your head to look back at him inquisitively. Not that you don’t mind extra punishment, but isn’t this more than he intended?

Not by the look in his eyes.

He’s never “seen you that worked up”? Can he see himself in the mirror right now?

You barely recognize the man behind you, eyes burning bright with dark desire, almost shimmering with sweat in the mid-day rays of sun that stream in through curtained windows in your bedroom.

All at once, he sheathes himself inside you, pulls your body up with his hand at your throat, and yanks your head aside to murmur sinful words at your pulse.

“Yes, darling. Six. For the mess you’re about to make cumming on the sheets.”

Suddenly, he is enthusiastically thrusting into you with abandon, battering that spot within you where his fingers were during the re-telling of your dream. You feel him stutter briefly underneath you as you shatter around him only after a few snaps of his hips, your vision going white, your ears ringing, your body going slack in an arch against his chest.

He doesn’t stop. He reaches down to your clit, strumming you with his fingers like a lute, your body singing to him in response with your cries and sobs of pleasure. You feel yourself tighten, the tension building again as he rasps a single command directed at your ears.

“Again.”

You feel his teeth sink into your neck as he bites you.

Your brain short-circuits, your knees give out, and you feel a stream of fluid expel itself forcefully from you as you climax again.

The bite is short lived- he shouts your name with his own release, the sound muffled as he is sucking a bruise on your neck. His thrusts slow down, guiding you both through the aftershocks of your orgasms. You both collapse on to the bed and turn to face each other, meeting halfway in a breathy, passionate kiss.

“I love you so much- what is it?” You make a face of surprise from his snarl at the end of his post-coital love confession- must be a sending spell from Dorian, his page. You see panic in his suddenly clear eyes as they focus on the gently set aside black silk robes.

“We adjourned for the weekend already, sentencing is at the beginning of the next tenday,” He sits up, clearly irritated that whatever boundary he had set is being ignored. You watch him groan and pinch the bridge of his nose.

He’s definitely talking to Dorian.

“Alright then. I had… plans this afternoon, but give me an hour and I’ll be back at the office.”

Astarion falls back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, hands clutching at the silver curls of his hair.

“Hells. I feel terrible, darling. I really wanted to lavish all of my attention on you this afternoon and well into the evening, but as you can see-” you lean over and shush his ranting with a single kiss to his temple.

“You have plenty of time to make it up to me, my love. Plenty of time,” you reassure him- and yourself. You don’t quite believe your words to him.

A deep, gnawing clench in your gut tells you something is wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Against your better judgment, you choose to ignore it.

You prop a pillow underneath you as you adoringly watch him rush through readying himself to return to the courthouse, standing up to fix his cravat and a stray curl that has flopped in his face. He grasps your jaw gently, kissing you with the same intensity that he had earlier when he arrived home.

“I shall not keep you waiting too much longer, my love. I promise.”

He disappears down the hallway, his silk robes floating behind him.

You shuffle through your wardrobe, finding a purple silk robe to wrap around yourself from Kara-Tur that you had purchased from a vendor in Elturel a few years ago.

Making your way downstairs, you unpack your gear, setting your things in their proper place until you can clean them.

Stretching upwards, your feet take you to the kitchen, your arms pulling sugar, flour, spices, leavening powder, butter, and eggs all on to the counter.

“Ignis,” You shoot a firebolt at the wood fire oven that begins to crackle and pop, and you begin work on Dorian’s favorite cookie recipe.

An evil sounding laugh floats out from you and fills the kitchen as you whisk the butter and sugar together.

The sending spell requires a verbal component, and one can’t cast spells to summon your husband back on the weekend at a moment’s notice when their mouth is full of sweets, can they?

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Screaming in the Night

Eddie x female reader one shot

Summary: You and Eddie successfully draw away all the demobats from Vecna’s lair, only to be presented with the issue of what to do once they got there. Tensions are high and with the adrenaline pumping, you two find yourselves needing to release it the moment you’re safe. The timeline of this is the same, Hawkins falls, Max is in a coma, etc. only Eddie doesn’t die in this alteration. Reader takes the place of Dustin in being bait for the demobats.

Warnings: Smut fr 18+ Both characters are over 18. Violence, suspense, language, derogatory names, pet names, bodily fluids, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, dom Eddie Munson, praising, unprotected p in v

Song: Screaming in the Night by Krokus

“The gates was gettin' rusty, as we sailed into the dark

The stars were out and shinin' against the moonlit hour

The wolves were out and howlin', most of the time

And I was cold and shiverin' and bleedin' in the night”

Word Count: 3,143

Eddie slammed the cage door shut at the very last second, causing an enraged demobat to screech and claw angrily through the wires. It wasn’t but seconds before that he had drawn the swarm of them away from Vecna’s lair by shredding his guitar at the loudest possible decibel. You had watched in awe at his skilled fingers dancing along the strings, marveling the way he transformed. He had become this deranged metal persona, effectively making an entire new dimension his own. This was something far different from his usual performances in the boring hole in the wall bars across rural Indiana. He was playing for no one but you and a hoard of vicious creatures unknown to your realm, yet it was the most metal show you’d ever witnessed as he tore up the makeshift stage. You felt privileged to even be witness to this and wished beyond measure that everyone else could be there to see it too.

The rest of your party, however, were waiting where the nesting demobats had begun their flight, waiting for Eddie and you to draw their attention so they could continue their assault on the inter dimensional demon. It was a success, and now the entire army of these creatures were racing to get to the two of you.

“Go go go,” he shouted urgently, holding open the modified trailer door. Once inside you slammed it shut, bolting it with all the new renovations you two had added. You whipped back around to Eddie, both breathing heavy with wide eyes full of adrenaline.

“Holy shit, dude,” you began breathlessly, Eddie matching your energy as you grabbed each other’s arms. “That…was the most. Metal. Fucking. Show! In the history of both goddamn dimensions!!” You were both yelling with excitement, jumping together as the euphoric feeling of escaping death washed over you. Your final battle cry was cut short as you heard the high pitched sound of scraping metal from the roof.

“Shit,” Eddie gasped, his head whipping around the trailer to locate the source of the sound. You both snapped your heads towards the vent in the ceiling before looking back to the other with panicked expressions. In a frantic rush, you picked up your weapon while Eddie grabbed his, and you cautiously shifted over to the spot from where the sound was coming. Suddenly the scraping stopped and the only sound was your joined nervous panting. You looked at each other, labored breathing coming to a terrified gasp when the vent was suddenly ripped open from the inside by a monstrous creature with an ear-splitting screech.

You both screamed back as you began stabbing at the demobat wildly, blood from the demonic beast splattering below. After what felt like an hour, Eddie pulled back from the attack to grab a chair from the vine-tangled table in the kitchen and set it directly underneath the vent. He jumped up onto it and slammed his modified shield of nails onto the opening, effectively plugging it closed by stabbing the bodies together, holding them in place. It wouldn’t last long, but it would give you both time to escape. One after the other you hastily climbed your way back to your dimension through the portal in the trailer ceiling, collapsing on the mattress below and breathing heavily.

Your eyes closed in relief briefly before shooting back open at the sound of rustling from the other side of the gate to the Upside Down. Eddie sprung to his feet and sprinted down the hall while you retrieved your spear from the floor, standing your ground in a fighting stance as you waited for any movement. He was back just as quickly, a can of hairspray in his hand. You gazed at him incredulously as he rooted around in his jacket pocket, pulling out a lighter. Realization hit you suddenly and you stepped back to allow Eddie to take his place underneath the pulsating gate.

His knees bent and the lighter and hairspray at the ready, he was ready for any sign of a disturbance. And then they came. Eddie let out a war cry as he positioned the can just behind the lighter and hit the nozzle, flames shooting forward as he flicked open the Zippo. The demobats that had congregated around the entrance screamed in pain as the fire scorched them, and the lot of them began backing away. Any that dared to come within range was immediately shot with the flames and roasted. After a few minutes, they could be seen flicking around the Upside Down living room but not daring to come through the portal. You both waited a few moments to gauge whether the entrance was secure, and eventually the bats had filtered out one by one, enticing a relieved exhale from you and Eddie.

And then it was as if your thoughts were one. One glance in the others’ direction told you all you needed to know before diving towards one another in a heated embrace. Spear cluttered to the floor and everything he had been holding was thrown to the couch as each hand found something else to grip, your lips colliding as if magnetically. One of Eddie’s hands firmly and confidently grasped you by the side of the neck, while the other pulled your hips into him by the small of your back. You hurriedly ran your hands up his chest, diving underneath his jacket to slide it down his arms. It fell to the floor with a thud before his hands quickly resumed their positions; one hand around your throat as the other guided your hips into motion as he walked you back to the counter of his small kitchen.

You softly whimpered into his lips as he briefly squeezed the sides of your neck, sending an intoxicating rush to your head. The sickeningly sweet sound vibrating through your lips into his made Eddie stiffen against the rough denim of his jeans and he groaned back. He broke away momentarily in order to grip the backs of your thighs in an effortless hoist onto the counter. For a second, a greedy expression splayed across his face as he watched your tits bounce with the sudden motion before helping you lift your shirt over your head and then returning to your longing lips. Both hands came to rest at your thighs, sliding purposely underneath the fabric of your skirt that was already bunched up at your hips.

Eddie’s thumb eagerly drifted towards the heat between your legs, sending a warm jolt through your core and resting in your lower abdomen. Your body had never ached for anyone this desperately before and all of the fear and stress of the night that was pent up up inside was begging to be released. You could feel a proud smirk forming on his lips as your slick coated the pad of his thumb from the outside of your panties. Your knees involuntarily squeezed his rib cage when he managed to slip his thumb underneath the damp garment, sliding your wetness around to your clit. Eddie groaned into your mouth at the sensation of your arousal, gaining more confidence to push forward and delve deeper. He shifted the panties to the side, allowing access for more fingers to participate, and carefully curled one, then two digits into your waiting core.

“Fuck…” he grunted, rocking his two fingers into you gently. “You’re so ready for me.”

You paused kissing him back as you gasped into his lips, ceasing all movements to get lost in the sensation. Eddie continued to prod your pleasure center in perfect rhythm until he had you clenching around his fingers. You rode out your climax by locking your joints and throwing your head back to groan towards the ceiling. He delivered a soft kiss to the side of your neck while he slowly removed his fingers coated in your wetness.

“Hmm…Good girl,” he praised as he knelt down between your legs—one knee and one boot on the floor—and gazed up at you as he politely folded back the hem of your skirt and pulled your panties down your legs. “Oh, sweet mmm—”

Eddie growled at the sight of your dripping slit, he closed his eyes and smiled, hanging his head down before looking up at the ceiling. He brought both hands to his mouth in a praying gesture as if he was praising the Lord for the generous opportunity presented to him. His eyes flicked back to yours as one corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk before he dove in, his tongue slowly leading the way from the inside of one knee and up your inner thigh. You gripped his hair with one hand as his nose brushed against your most sensitive area. He reveled in inhaling your feminine scent, wanting to capture the moment for as long as he could.

You threw your head back, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt the tip of his tongue tauntingly swirl around your clit. Eddie had now gripped your thighs in a tight squeeze as he darted his tongue around your entrance. It was agonizingly slow the way he licked around you, only getting you wetter with the anticipation. Biting your lip you look back down at him, meeting his gaze and the resulting smirk from him.

“Eddie,” you whined, pulling your eyebrows together in pleasure as he gave you another quick lap.

“What is it sweet pea?” he asked in an amused tone. As he gazed at you, he suddenly resumed curling his fingers into you deeply, smiling open-mouthed at your reaction.

“Mmmm…don’t…don’t you think…we should hurry?” you gasped, squeezing your thighs around his head when he dove back in underneath your skirt and sucked your clit between his lips. He flicked his tongue around for a few more seconds.

“Such a needy little kitten,” he grinned at your small whimper once he reappeared, still rocking his fingers in and out of you. His playfulness peeled away as he studied you, his eyes darkening and his expression changing to one of wicked desire. Very carefully Eddie stood up in front of you, his eyes not leaving yours as he began to unbuckle his belt. Once he had removed his shirt and unzipped his jeans, he pulled you into another heated kiss, tongues dancing together as he freed himself from his pants. You moaned softly into the kiss as you felt his weeping tip coming closer to your flesh. He teased your entrance once again, parting your folds gently but pulling back before returning to push in deeper. Each time he pulled back, he would push just a bit further in, but never enough. You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding forward onto him, earning a mocking chuckle from him.

Eddie grit his teeth with malice as he swiftly thrusted into you in one movement, bottoming out and settling into your warmth briefly before pulling back again. You inhaled deeply at the sudden intrusion and gripped him by the shoulders, fingernails burying little crescent shapes into his skin. He growled into your lips as he pushed forward again, and again giving you his entire length. As his pace increased, you wrapped your legs around his and shifted your hips to a better angle for him to hit. He slammed into that perfect spot at a rapid momentum, earning a high-pitched squeal of pleasure from you. His hips jutted forward and backward in confident and deliberate thrusts as his lips traveled down your neck, ending at the nape. You inhaled sharply as Eddie's teeth had found your skin and he nipped at you, giving gentle bites along your neck to your shoulder.

“Aaah…Eddie,” you breathed into his long, wild curls. “Don’t…stop.”

His pace picked up slightly but came to a blissful sustained speed as he listened to your body and your cries of pleasure, correctly ascertaining the right movement. His cock slammed into you in quick succession as many times as it would take to have you clenching around him through your orgasm. The pleasure built higher and higher until it was overflowing, having your walls trembling around his entire length again. Eddie grunted in sheer ecstasy at the sensation as his eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back. When he looked back down at you, his jaw clenched. He abruptly grasped your hips and shifted you until he was holding you up by the back of your thighs while still locked inside you.

Eddie supported your weight with both hands while he walked you back to his bedroom, thrusting in and out of you slightly with every step. As he passed the doorway, he spun you around and roughly pulled himself out of you before throwing you onto his bed. Your face planted in the pillows at the head of the bed while your ass angled straight upward, giving him a taunting view of your dripping cunt just waiting for him. He eyed you greedily as he pushed down his jeans all the way, kicking them and his shoes to a corner before crawling onto the bed behind you.

Eddie's strong hands pressed his rings into your skin as he lustfully squeezed your ass. You sat on your elbows and tilted your head to the side to eye him through the pillows, but he took one hand to shove you back down into the mattress while the other reached to his bedside table towards his box of Trojans.

“Mm, mm,” you protested, daring another glance in his direction. He furrowed his brow at you as he paused. “It’s the end of the world, Eddie. Mm-makes no sense to worry about that now.”

Eddie smirked at you before returning to his position behind you, grasping his shaft to guide the head towards your entrance. You moaned into the sheets as he sheathed you with his entire length once again. You felt yourself fluttering around his cock as he settled into you, stilling before pulling out again. In one swift movement he slammed back all the way to the back of your core before pulling back to resume his rough pace. He didn’t waste any moment in fucking you this time, only wanting to pound brutal thrusts into you over and over. You gasped at the harsh thrusting and balled the sheets up in your fists.

“You can fucking take it, slut. I know it,” he snarled harshly from behind you. Your walls flexed around him at those words, evoking a cocky growl from Eddie. “Hmm…is that what you like? Bein’ a little whore?”

You nodded into the sheets as he drilled into you mercilessly. His hips never faltered as he spoke, but continued their relentless pounding, stuffing you full of his thick girth. With one hand he held onto your hips while the other reached down to grip your hair into a ponytail, forcing your head up to where you could meet his eyes. As your mouth hung open with this new position, your breathing halted with every thrust, forcing a light moan every time his hips smacked yours.

“You can use your words, sweetheart,” Eddie grinned with an arrogant expression. “You can scream until everything in the Upside Down can hear you.”

“Yes…yes p-please,” you managed to say with him still rocking into your cunt. “I want…Want it so bad.”

“Oh yeah? Want what, baby?” he taunted. You could barely even form a sentence in your head with the way he was hitting your sweet spot over and over, much less string two coherent words together out loud. You just closed your eyes and bit your lip to revel in the delicious feeling of his cock, pleasure building again. Eddie yanked on your hair gently but firmly to make you look at him again.

“Fucking tell me. Tell me what it is you want, angel,” he pressed.

“Want…mmm…want you to f-fill me up,” you squeaked, eyes fluttering closed once again. At that Eddie pushed your entire body down into the bed where he could sink into you more tightly as your thighs squeezed together around him. He fucked you with that ruthless pounding again and again until the pressure started to build within you once more. A white hot flame was released in your abdomen as you rode out another orgasm, eyes screwed shut while stars twinkled behing your eyelids. You felt Eddie's thrusts slowing out of rhythm as he reached his own climax.

“God…Jesus…Fffuck!” he croaked as he spilled into you, filling you to the brim. You moaned at the warm sensation and the feeling of his cock twitching as he pumped rope after rope all along your walls. As he gently pulled out of you, you shuddered at the sudden emptiness but basked in the euphoric tingling feeling his seed left within you. Eddie collapsed on top of you, panting as he rolled over to lay beside you to enjoy the waves of ecstasy that were settling over you. As you caught each other’s eye, you both exhaled an out of breath laugh. Slowly you crawled into his arm to lay your head on his chest, pulling a strand of his hair from your mouth with a satisfied sigh.

“That was a mind-altering…fucking, world ending, explosive nuclear bomb fuck!” Eddie exasperated, looking over at you. You giggled at him, gazing back up at the ceiling.

“God, if only the world could end every day,” you replied through heavy breathing. He chuckled and ran his fingertips lightly over your arm, sending a pleasant chill down your spine. Such a chaotic night had drained your energy, with sleepiness creeping up on you quickly.

Your eyes had barely begin to droop when a sudden rumble around the trailer jolted you both fully awake, both frantically searching around the room for what caused the crash. You turned your gazes back towards each other in a terrified expression for a brief moment, before the room quaked again. You both bolted off the bed, grabbing handfuls of whatever article of clothing you could get to the quickest, and sprinted out of the room to the front door. Eddie flung it open and you both lept outside to join the other neighbors in the panic. The earth was shaking, a deafening crack sounded from inside the trailer and they watched in horror as it begin to fold into itself and dissolve, leaving a hellish red canyon forming from ground zero of the portal.

“Get to the van,” Eddie screamed, eyes wide with fear. “GO!”

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snake-and-songbird · 2 months

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CHARACTER’S:

Coriolanus Snow & Lucy Gray Baird

STATUS OF RELATIONSHIP:

Broken up; they try to kill each other

Snowbaird:

SnowBaird is the het ship between Coriolanus Snow and Lucy Gray Baird from The Hunger Games fandom.

Canon:

Snow saw Lucy Gray for the first time when watching the video of her Reaping, where she was shown releasing a snake to attack another girl (which would later turn out to be the mayor's daughter, Mayfair Lipp) and then calming the masses with her beautiful singing. Snow hated the idea of being assigned to a "throwaway tribute" at first, but soon changed his mind after seeing her show in the video.

As soon as the tributes arrived on the train to the Capitol, Snow boarded the train and went so far as to willingly join them in being imprisoned in the Capitol Zoo. Lucy Gray was also skeptical of her mentor at first, but him willingly boarding the train impressed her in turn. When the other tributes ganged up on him and tried to gut him, Lucy Gray told them to back off. Though he didn't enjoy being trapped with her in a cage, the experience brought them closer together and caught the attention of Capitol citizens, including sponsors.

Afterwards, Snow spoke very highly of Lucy Gray, claiming that she is "more Capitol than District" in a strategic move to get more positive attention towards her. Though secretly, he hated the idea of her losing her life in the games or going back home. He would've liked to keep her with him in the Capitol. Snow visited her in the zoo, telling her that she should sing for the Capitol audience, though she didn't understand why she should do that, seeing no benefit from it. Getting her to do an interview, with Lucy Gray being one of the few people who actually bothered to speak, she tells both the Capitol audience and Snow about her history: She was part of "the Covey", a group of bards who used to travel the Districts to sing for food, however, due to the new rules being set up in Panem, her group ended up trapped in District 12 with no way out. She was an orphan, her father being killed by the government for "speaking too freely", her mother being "broken" after trying to keep her family together. She had two older siblings, but they also died from unknown causes, her older cousin, Barb Azure, took her in. Snow was satisfied with the interview, though he only cared about her being an orphan, since he was also orphaned at a young age.

Before the Hunger Games could even begin, Snow worried about Lucy Gray's state, noticing that she looked malnourished. However, his fears were quickly made irrelevant by a rebel bombing on the Capitol Arena, where multiple tributes and mentors were killed or fatally injured. Snow however, while buried under rubble, saw himself getting saved by Lucy Gray who pulled him to safety. Snow showed his gratitude by asking how he could ever repay her, she responded by saying that she simply wishes he would believe that she could actually win the Games.

From that point on, Snow had changed his tune about Lucy Gray from merely wanting for her to be popular to planning for her to actually survive the Games. During Lucy Gray's performance singing a song while playing the guitar, Snow actually felt jealousy as Lucy Gray was singing about a former lover. While giving her a tribute token, intended for her to smuggle rat poison into the arena, Snow told her about how he felt. Lucy Gray reassured him that he is the only one she has a soft spot for and kissed him before going into the arena.

When the Games began, Lucy Gray immediately fled into safety instead of killing her fellow Tributes for weapons. Snow was concerned about her for a whole day, as she went into the part of the arena with damaged equipment, meaning he had little way of knowing if she was alright. On the second day, Snow was reassured that Lucy Gray survived, only to be immediately concerned again when he saw that she was chased by her fellow District 12 Tribute, Jessup Diggs, who had gone rabid from his time in the zoo. Snow, realizing that he actually knows about how rabies cause hydrophobia, decided to send in a stack of water bottles for her to defend herself. Jessup died by his own causes, Lucy Gray gave him a farewell, which Snow did not quite understand.

After being called into Gamemaker Volumnia Gaul's office, who told him about her plans of releasing her "snake muttations" into the arena. Snow, who already saw one of his classmates being attacked by the snakes (since they didn't recognize her scent) came up with a plan to save Lucy Gray on the spot. He snuck the handkerchief Lucy Gray gave him into the snake tank. Lucy Gray, who had already poisoned at least one tribute with the rat poison Snow gave her, started singing as soon as she saw the snakes. The snakes swarmed around her, but did not bite her. Taming these snakes is biologically impossible; the Gamemakers caught on to Snow's cheating.

Though Lucy Gray emerged from the Games victorious, Snow had to pay the prize for her. He willingly chose to become a Peacekeeper for twenty years, as the other choice involved him possibly ruining his reputation. The only silver lining he saw was potentially getting to meet Lucy Gray again, deliberately choosing to be enrolled in District 12.

Snow was at first miserable in District 12, he hated being a Peacekeeper, his only friend was his fellow mentor and "traitor", Sejanus Plinth. However, he heard about the Covey performing at the Hob and had no second thought about wanting to see them perform. At the Hob, he held his breath as Lucy Gray appeared on stage. He studied them for her former lover, but none of them were her age, easing his worries. He familiarized himself with Maude Ivory, Lucy Gray's little cousin, by giving her a treat. Maude Ivory ran up to her and showed her the treat, to which she asked where she got it from. Maude Ivory pointed at Snow and Lucy Gray made eye contact with him. She recognized him and smiled.

However, the atmosphere of the Hob was soon disturbed by the arrival of Billy Taupe, Lucy Gray's former lover. Due to fear of a fight breaking out, the Hob was quickly evacuated and Snow was denied a chance of seeing Lucy Gray again that evening. That did not mean that he was going to give up on her.

Plinth told him about Lucy Gray's whereabouts, he found out that she lived with the Covey in the Seam and offered to take him there. Though Lucy Gray was skittish about seeing Snow again, she also was very happy as she hugged him and they exchanged stories. She told him that she was worried sick in the arena, knowing that he gone in there to rescue Sejanus Plinth and could only relax after seeing the water come down for her, knowing that her mentor was alive. He admitted to her that he cheated and that he felt useless to her, but she assured him that he was incredibly important to her and that them saving each other was "written in the stars".

She took him to meet the Covey, her family. Maude Ivory, who already knew Snow from the Hob, welcomed him, but the other Covey seemed skeptical of him at first. Their first meeting since the games was once again interrupted by the arrival of Billy Taupe. Lucy Gray immediately told him to get lost and threatened to set the Peacekeepers on him if he ever showed his face again. Snow learned that Billy Taupe has cheated on Lucy Gray with Mayfair Lipp, the Mayor's Daughter, and that Mayfair asked her father to forcibly make Lucy Gray into a tribute. After Billy Taupe refused to leave, Lucy Gray bit him. In response, Billy Taupe told Snow that Lucy Gray had a "history" of flirting with patrons at the Hob. Lucy Gray denied this, saying that it's part of her job and she only has eyes for Snow.

She told Snow about how unsatisfied she was in the District and how she wanted to start a new life with him outside of it.

In the following week, Lucy Gray and Snow started having discussions about the meaning of "Lucy Gray" (the poem she was named after), the Capitol, the Games and freedom. They discovered that they have very different point-of-views about personal freedom, though Snow does cast some doubt about the importance of the Hunger Games. He said that he considers the Capitol to be incredibly important, claiming that it prevents the people of Panem from giving in to their "animal desires". In another one of Snow's meetings with the Covey, Lucy Gray commented on Clerk Carmine missing his older brother, Billy Taupe. Snow asked if she did, but she said that she had lost all trust in him after her Reaping, calling him a two-timer. After Snow asked if she could trust him, she said that she does, but would have to give it some thought.

At Lucy Gray's next performance, she and Snow stumbled across a secret meeting about fleeing the District between Plinth, Billy Taupe and a District rebel called "Spruce". Spruce was suspicious of the two, but Plinth covered for Snow while Billy Taupe lied about being Lucy Gray's boyfriend. Lucy Gray, seeing her chance at getting out of the District, decided to play along and made up a story about Snow being the boyfriend of her cousin, Barb Azure. However, Mayfair, Billy Taupe's actual girlfriend showed up and threatened to expose the group, taunting Lucy Gray along with it. Spruce threatened to shoot her, but after Billy Taupe knocked him down for it, Snow quickly grabbed his rifle and shot her instead. Snow quickly told Lucy Gray to go back onstage, but Billy Taupe claimed that she would go with him no matter what and Spruce shot him for it. Lucy Gray was stunned from shock for a moment, but then did what Snow told her to do and distracted the crowd from the corpses of her ex-boyfriend and his mistress.

She and Snow got away with it undetected, but Plinth was ratted out by Snow earlier and was sentenced to be hanged for treachery. Snow was overwhelmed by both guilt, for having a hand in killing his best friend, and fear, for possibly being exposed for attempting to help the rebels. Later on, Snow asked if Lucy Gray was alright, she told him that while she was horrified at the death of Billy Taupe and thankful for Snow killing Mayfair, she was also under a lot of pressure by the Mayor, who was fully convinced that she killed his daughter. They made plans to leave the District up north, with Snow ignoring the news that he passed his Peacekeeper exams and would be leaving District 12 for District 2 anyway. They said their goodbyes to District 12 and Snow admitted that he wouldn't miss anyone, accidently letting it slip that he killed more than two people. He quickly brushed it aside.

After resting in a shack where the gun Snow used to kill Mayfair was stored, Snow considered that he should destroy the evidence and make a new life for himself. As Lucy Gray left to find some katniss for them to eat, his thoughts started to race and the accusations Billy Taupe made about her started to weigh on his mind. As Lucy Gray hasn't returned to him, he realized that she must've figured out who the third person was that he killed and as he found her scarf laying in the woods, he was briefly reassured. Only to be bitten by a snake as he tried reaching for it. He connected that she would've gone back to the shack to get more weapons and tried firing in her direction, but missed. As Snow tried to make a last-ditch attempt at patching things up with her, she started singing "The Hanging Tree", the song she wrote about the hanging of a man who killed three people in a rebel bombing: Snow's fears that she realized the truth were confirmed. The mockingjays picked up her song and covered for her and he tried shooting into every direction, but couldn't find her lifeless body.

To Snow's surprise, he was actually brought back to the Capitol and was told by Gaul that all records of the 10th Hunger Games, and Lucy Gray, were erased. The Covey were banned from performing at the Hob and everyone in District 12 believes that Mayor Lipp killed Lucy Gray, though they couldn't find a body either. Though Snow was shocked at first, remembering the sweeter moments between the two of them, he eventually deluded himself into believing that Lucy Gray made him weak. He told himself that they were too different for things to have worked out between them and considered marrying someone he hates instead, to make him stronger. Snow would end up butting heads with another girl from the same district, dying with an eternal hatred for District 12.

Songs:

Down in the Valley

The song Lucy Gray sang at the Hob, it was written specifically for Snow

Pure as the Driven Snow | Rachel Zegler

The second song Lucy Gray dedicated to him, she sang it during his mental breakdown

Can't Catch Me Now | Olivia Rodrigo

Describes how Lucy Gray's legacy haunts Snow

Fanon:

SnowBaird is not very popular in the general Hunger Games fandom, although its popularity rose after the movie was released in November 2023. It is the most popular ship for the book The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. As of November 2023, there are 386 fanworks on AO3 for the TBOSAS fandom, 158 of which are tagged as SnowBaird. Fans of the ship often explain the unpopularity of the ship with the book being very different from the main series, being a 500-page doorstopper instead of being a light 200-300 page reading and that the premise of "The sympathetic origin story of Coriolanus Snow" is a hard sell to many Hunger Games fans. The fact that the franchise's peak popularity had been a few years before didn't help either.

Indeed, many people were surprised at how Suzanne Collins managed to give sympathy to an otherwise monstrous character and actually succeeded in giving him at least one canon ship that fans genuinely support.

Though criticisms about the nature of shipping a borderline-sociopathic megalomaniac with one of his would-be victims have cropped up, many fans of the ship acknowledge that Snow is a terrible person, yet ship him with Lucy Gray anyway, citing their many cute moments and impressive chemistry, with some even outright wishing that things could've worked out between them.

Since Lucy Gray is often headcanoned/theorized to be related to Katniss Everdeen from the main series, there are some AUs where Snow and Katniss are related through her. Fics that write Lucy Gray as her paternal grandmother often retcon Snow to be her grandfather, fics that have Maude Ivory as her grandmother have him be Katniss' grandcousin-in-law.

Interestingly, the suggested canon Snow ship, Coriolanus/Livia Cardew, is actually a rarepair in the fandom. The biggest competitor to SnowBaird is Snowjanus, the slash ship between Snow and his former best friend, Sejanus Plinth. The ship is also commonly shipped alongside Everlark, largely because people noticed many parallels between them, with both Snow and Peeta being upper-class boys who fall for the unassuming girl from the Seam with a talent for singing.

FAN FICTION:

Lucy Gray/Coriolanus tag on AO3

Lucy Gray & Coriolanus tag on AO3

Tumblr:

Coriolanus x Lucy Gray tag on Tumblr

Coriolanus x Lucy Gray posts on Tumblr

Snow x Lucy Gray tag on Tumblr

Snow x Lucy Gray posts on Tumblr

Snowbaird tag on Tumblr

#coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #coriolanus x lucy gray #snowbaird

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creepy--claws · 7 months

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Creepy. SexymanStuck AU.

it's like.. Set in 2013 and the game is fully released to the public.

The kids n trolls(4 now):

- Onceler (knitsWit [KW] ), Prince of Light (huge thanks 4 Ziin for helping meh with this)

- Junko (aphroditesBitch [AB]), Witch of Rage

- Queen (digitizedDiva [DD] ), Rogue of Void

- Popee/Hanabishi (lunaticPierrot [LP]), Bard of Heart

- Nagito (muttsAmbition [MA]), Prince of Hope, Cobalt.

- Scourge (hemoglobinUnguis [HU]), Prince of Blood, Olive.

- Bill (psychadelicArmegeddon [PA]), Lord of Rage, Purple.

- Jessie (serpentineVanity [SV]),Knight of Heart, Violet

-Reigen (metaphysicalPhony [MP]), Thief of Mind, Teal

-Tony (kronossVexation [KV]), Heir of Time (thanks again Ziin!), Jade

- Marceline (vampiricRocker [VR]), Knight of Blood, Rust

The Guardians + Dancestors (4 now):

-Mettaton (Queen's dad)

-Isabelle (Onceler's mom)

-Nichiteru/Papi (Hanabishi/Popee's dad)

-Mukuro (Junko's sister)

-Kaworu (Nagito's dancestor)

- Joxter (Scourge's dancestor)

-Yosano (Jessie's dancestor)

-Cecil (Bill's dancestor)

-Homura (Tony's dancestor)

-Marshall (Marceline's dancestor)

-Cedric (Reigen's dancestor)

Ancestors (4 now):

- The Fake Idol/Gromaeda (Kaworu & Nagito)

- The Huntsman/Bokutachi San (Joxter & Scourge)

-The Swordswoman/Peko (Yosano & Jessie)

Random funny facts! :

- Hatsune Miku is the Nic Cage of this whole fuckin thing

- Junko and Onceler met on moviestarplanet, Popee and Queen met on a Vocaloid RP forum

-The Fake Idol and Huntsman are doomed boy yuri. this ends up making their descendants either love eachother or be best friends

- everyone, if not most of them calls Onceler "Hatfreak"

-Nagito's typing quirk is 4 and Kaworu's is 12. Why? Because 4x3=12

-Nichiteru and Mettaton worked together once at a show

- There's a running joke where Nagito ends up headless one way or another, I mean his dancestor IS Kaworu after all

- sometimes, Vocaloid songs are used as symbolism.

- Onceler's mom is homophobic so he knits in his room in secret because he didn't want his mom to think he was a sissy.

- order of who connected to who:

Onceler > Junko > Hanabishi > Queen

- Scourge dresses emo

- Onceler has Dirk's splinter problem (again, thank you Ziin)

- Sans and Papyrus are the cherubs in this and their juju is actually a fucking rocket pop

- I have a fucking hs weekly account of 4$ale (Onceler♠Nagito) on TWT and I post there on thursdays.

Playlist thing 4 Ancestor story:Voices of Svaahaa, Alice of Human Sacrifice, Song For Great Satan, Sleepyhead, De Kieru and Ballooon Syndrome.

So basically Gromaeda starts a cult, a few members find out what's been going on behind the scenes and in the end Gromaeda execution by beheading. this is also the reason why there's a running gag about Nagito losing his head alot.

misc songs I associate with this: You In The Building, Ekoroshia, Fun Escape From The Human Flesh Forest, Cotton Candy, Dancing in circles until my little clown feet fall off, Neri Chika & ZONED.

Hoooky shir dude. This is the longest I assume idk

n e ways hope u liek it!!

[● Going to pretend Junko isn't in this

Also I'm going to assume Scourge is from Warrior Cats and if that's true, holy piss that's funny and awesome (I am a huge Scourge fan bc he's just like me fr)

This is kind of epic and I like the 2000s/2010s world building you've done to make it feel like homestuck, and sort of make it feel realistic in a way

I also appreciate the care you gave into everything, like selecting the dancestors and ancestors for the characters, selecting their chum/trollian handles, and even the Gromaeda stuff. I also appreciate the song associations you made, I only recognize like 2 but I think they're very fitting. Thanks again for this epic post!]

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blueiight · 1 year

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Who is your favorite character from The Wire?

Its usually n for the most part is omar little bc of the history his character made .. like the fact that the rl composite for omar was so cool w his fictional self being gay, what mkw brought to this role rly moved me deeply. he truly loved omar little, and u can see his love in that character with every line. the gay vigilante robbing drug dealers, the wild card informant that can never be fully trusted bc of how the system defines criminality in the first place. the s2 court scene is one for the epoch. it shows how omar is an outsider in both the streets + the law. incredibly profound character. but idk y i been in an avon barksdale mood for the past year & two i think its cuz one of my old la situations was a dude from the area n came up in the era the wire took place in+ has some of those mannerisms lol. avon the cut throat family man the heart of the towers. i aint no smart business man like u im just a gangsta& i want my corners. i think avon+ marlo r harder characters for a nb audience to rly understand or talk about bc a lot of their mannerisms kinds expect the audience to be familiar w black men esp in the context of the communities of the area/time so they tend to fixate on ‘outsiders’ like stringer or omar. or the children. the exceptions to the rule or before black kids grow into men & become embedded into the ‘system’. but i love em. n weebey is funny as fuck & hes a Stand Up Guy. he took the charge shane battier💔💔💔💔slim charles is also one of my faves bc hes such an impulsive hothead . if its a lie then we fight on that lie. oh the folly of youth. stringer bell is also up there in my faves but ur avg wire viewer tends to genuinely thinks hes smart & not a crude cruel dummy so i may talk about him more cuz im like omggg hes literally a dumbass 😂😂😂 respectability politics, thy name is russell stringer bell. i think what makes the wire a classic to me is that v few drug shows show the interiority of black charas in this way most drug shows operate on cliches + stereotypes that treat black ppl as idiots or ontologically evil n not as morally dubious complex ppl trapped in a rats cage w the terms and conditions of ur release and the rats wheel set on someone elses terms but bc u get access to special cheese u think u got it made fr. ur a soldier n thats all what they need u to be. avon barksdale thinks wizards mj is saving the sport while stringer bell is like smfh hes going back to being a pawn

#yn.#yn answers #my avon fanboyism is also bc i had a crush on wood harris since i was small #the wire

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originalwinnercheesecake · 3 years

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Highlights of The owl house 2x05 Through the looking Glass ruins

Yesterday was the release of the owl house episode 2x05 “Through the Looking Glass Ruins”. Compared to the past four epsidoes this one was significantly calmer (no complaints here at this point we needed an episode like this) but it still had some really good points. I am going to go into them below but first I want to give a special shout out to the three characters who in my opinion were MVP’s of this episode:

:Gus, Mattolomule, and Emira; you three made the episode for me! Yes I liked the Lumity, Lumity is super cute. But these were three characters I had been really wanting to see get more development and I am very happy with the development they got. So highlight below

Gus getting an episodes A plot to focus on him! We see him lose his passion for Illusions after a trick he tried to fix a problem only made it worse, but then go on a quest to regain his confidence.

Also more lore on the illusion track. It’s seen as a lesser track. Crazy. Illusion spells are great and Gus is a fantastic wizard.

how dangerous are pixies? After this episode I grudgingly have a bit of respect for Boshca because she apparently lives with a pixie and has yet to come to school mulled.

Mattolomule backstory. So From this I can gather that Glandis is Matty’s old school and Bria and her cronies are his old “friends”. The wiki says he was expelled, but I re-watched SVSF and I couldn’t find where it said that. This episode implys that his parents pulled him from Glandis because he was having a really bad time.

Mattolomule’s time at Glandis not being used as an excuse for the way he behaves now, and seeing him own up to being a jerk and starting to make better choices.

Gus and Matt becoming friends and getting a weekend volunteer job. Gus will certainly be a better influence on Matt than the Glandis trio were, and I feel like Matt could be good for Gus too, because now he has a guy friend who is around his same age.

Edric crushing so hard on someone to where he wants to look perfect for their date, texts them poems, and has both their number and the numbers of their family members saved in his phone. Man when Blights fall fr someone they fall hard.

Edric’s crush being refered to as “Their”. This could be to hide the gender of Ed’s date, but Dana has openly talked about characters sexuality and gender before, and said that in the boiling isles all parts on the sexuality and gender spectrum have been normalized to the point were everybody is open abut them. So that suggests that Ed may be Pan and starting a relationship with a Nonbinary individual.

Emira finally getting some of her own characterization. I did not like the Blight twins at first. One big reason was because in a post Gravity Falls disney I am not okay with the tired old concept of having twin characters, who except for 1-2 tiny differences in their appearance are the exact same character with two bodies. In AITE Edric got some development. We saw that he was the more goofy, curios twin, and that he has a fascination with animals, particularly one s that could potentially hurt him. Also re-watching SVSF I think he is a bit more powerful than Emira. Emira so far has only been portrait as the just slightly more sane twin, who watches Ed’s crazy then makes the choice to stop or join him. In this episode we see her take a more big sisterly role and we learn she has an interest in beautification, and helps/gives both her siblings advice on how to look their best.

I have been wanting the twins to join the duel track since AITE when we learned that they still maintain top scores in illusions even though they don’t go everyday; and might in fact skip school because they are under challenged and board. Illusion and Beast Keeping are obvious choices for Edric. After getting some of Emira’s interests in this episode I would say put her in illusions and potions track. When she gets older she can make and launch her own line of cosmetics.

Luz has a new pet. Luz mousy needs a name and for you to keep it in a tank/cage stocked with bedding and stimuli, away from Hooty. Only let King play with it if some one is watching him.

Amity has lilac hair. I expect her natural brown hair, but that is kinda silly since Amity’s personal style is kinda punk/gothic. The lilac hair will take some getting used to, and I am not to sure about leaving those two front locks brown. But someone pointed out that now her hair is the same color her and Luz’s Grom tree and that is adorable.

Amity pecked Luz on the cheek. It happened. We all saw it. Luz now knows Amity likes her back.

#The OWl house #TOH #Through the looking Glass ruins #Gus Porter #Augustus Porter #Mattholomule #TOH Matt #Edric Blight #Emira Blight #Amity Blight #Blight siblings #Luz Noceda #Lumity #Glandis #Illusion track #Echo mouse #I want a pet Echo mouse

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yoongsgguktae · 3 years

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one night & one more time | jhs [preview]

summary; you and hoseok dated off and on again for several years. your relationship was never a stable one, but you always found yourself running back into his arms. that is, until you finally left. a few years later, you have moved on while hoseok continued to pick up the missing pieces alone. one day, you two cross paths by chance and a whirlwind affair begins, leaving feeling to get hurt. pairing; hoseok x female reader genre; angst, ex-lovers, smut, infidelity rating; M (18+) word count; 12k and growing warnings; to be determined! teaser warnings; smoking

this is part of the not a phase collab hosted by @suhdays 💜 inspired by the song thnks fr th mmrs by fallout boys

release date; sometime the first week of june (because i cannot commit to an actual date) preview below is unedited and subject to change!

MASTERLIST

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He pushes the metal door open, only to see you leaning back against the brick wall. A cigarette lays between your fingers while your head is tilted back, facing the sky and your eyes closed.

“I thought you stopped smoking.”

Your eyes open slowly as Hoseok strides by your side, taking the empty space next to you. Instead of turning to face him, you raise the cigarette up to your lips and take a long drag. “Some habits are hard to quit,” you reply, smoke whirling out between your lips as you speak. You bring your hand back down by your side, flicking the accumulated ashes off.

Hoseok chuckles, knowing all too well the double meaning behind your words. He reaches into his back pocket to take out his own box of cancer sticks and lighter. It’s amusing to hear those words coming from you as that was a reason for your escape from him and this shit town.

“Does your boyfriend know? That you smoke I mean.” He places one between his lips and lights it.

“No. What’s it matter to you?”

He laughs again and shrugs, leaning back on the same brick wall. “You seem to be someone else. You carry yourself differently,” he stuffs the contents back into his back pockets, “I bet coming here again is something the ‘new you’ would never do, isn’t that right?”

You scoff, finally turning to look at him now with disdain. “Don’t act like you know me. Coming here tonight was a mistake.”

The cigarette is flicked from your hand after taking a final drag, stubbing it with your shoe to put it out. Hoseok glances in your direction as you push yourself off the wall now, looking like you’re about to flee. He can see your face start to get flush, filled with anger.

“You’re right. I don’t know who you are anymore. That’s what happens when you leave someone and never return.”

These words make you halt your movements. You turn, standing in front of him, his back still up against the wall. “Look. I understand why you hate me. I can’t undo any of what I put you through.” You rub your temples, taking in a breath. “I hope you can forgive me one day.”

“First of all, I don’t hate you.” Hoseok’s smile falls into a straight line. He flings his bud onto the pavement, one that is littered with other used and forgotten sticks much like the one you had discarded moments ago.

“But how–how dare you?” It’s his turn to push off the wall, stepping closer to you. “You understand? You go years without contacting me and think you can just–ask for me to forgive you just like that?”

“I–”

He steps even closer and you instinctively take steps back until you’re up against the other side of the tight alley. Hoseok has you cornered, hands coming to either side of your head, no way to get around him as he cages you in. He leans forward, nose almost touching and eyes unwavering. “As far as I’m concerned, you’ll always leave me. Nothing you can say or do will ever change that.”

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just have some few things to wrap up, then spend some time editing before posting in the coming week! please anticipate it!!

taglist; @imanerdychubbyqueen @secretlycrazyhummingbird @stigmaluvr @tae2litty @moonlitmyg @betysotelo18 @bobbyboops @afangirllikeme-blog @kwanisms @uwu-yifan @xiaokoo @xxluckydreamsxx @silveyes @bang-woolssi @rooo-tah @jalexad @jungkookforpresident @hodginss @oopsthi @minyg-agd2 @limited-edition-teddy-bear @sugamonster22 @i-am-invisible-for-you @lochness-butmakeitsexy @introambition if you would like to be added to the collab taglist (meaning all 8 fics) leave a comment or message me!

#hoseok x reader #hobi x reader #jhs x reader #hoseok x yn #hobi x yn #hoseok smut #hobi smut #jhs smut #bts smut #bts fanfic #hoseok fanfic #jhs fanfic #hobi fanfic #hoseok #hobi #bts

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bratxfantasy · 3 years

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Tap, tap, tap.

A clawed fingertip tapped rhythmically against the dark oak table top, his other hand holding the crystal glass of bourbon to him lips. There's a subtle smile playing upon his face as he sips his drink, dark eyes following your unsuspecting figure across the room. Though it's full of people, beasts and man alike, he can pluck you from the herd easily. It's your scent, the sweet smell of lavender and honey and sin. His mouth salivates at the sight of you.

Roman sat alone at the back of the bar, hidden by poker tables and groups playing pool. There's people dancing to whatever's playing and he couldn't care less, he's just waiting for the opportunity to pounce on his prey. Your friends are here with you, however with how things are going from what he can see and hear, they'd be taking their leave soon enough.

You'd have a better time with him, he muses at the thought. Surely you'd prefer his company. Oh the things he could show you! The things he'd do to you, the mere thought of it sends a jolt of excitement through his body and shamelessly to his cock. He wanted you, and he'd do anything to have you. Anything.

Finishing off his drink, the dragon demon ran his forked tongue over his teeth, rubbing along the canines on his upper and lower jaw. Here in this place, he's free to look more like his true self; a man eating beast that entails great misfortune to anyone who crosses his path. A Barynoke, a special breed of demon known to transform into terrifying dragons.

There's more to his appearance, but for now hr wished to keep a lower profile. No antlers, no tail, the scales under his skin itched to surface but like a good hunter, he stayed in the shadows. In all honesty, this isn't how he usually is. He's a master of deceit, an alluring monster with a silver tongue. He promises sweet release, he promises heaven only to show true hell.

It's delicious, the flavor of pain and fear. He revels in the screams and cries, many falling victim to his charm and beauty. Even so, he watches, waiting. Just as he thought, your friends began to leave one by one, leaving you by your lonesome at the bar. You're likely filled with enough booze to accept anyone's advances, and that would not do. He sits still, shrouded in the shadows cast from the over head light not too far away.

Eventually you gather your things clumsily, slowly making your way to the door and outside. Such a dumb little human you are. You're lucky to know his world, not many humans can handle such knowledge of things far beyond their understanding. You're lucky you haven't been swept away by a Fae, he snorts at the thought, standing and not bothering to leave behind any cash for his drink.

A hunter stalking his prey, he makes his way after you, being sure to keep his presence concealed. You're fumbling through your bag, cursing about your phone as you wobble through the alley. The smell of garbage and piss greets his nose like an unwelcomed guest, making his nostrils flare in disgust but he couldn't afford to lose you.

Within an instant he was on you, arms caging you in and a hand slapping over your mouth. Despite your struggling he squeezed, managing to press his lips to your ear to whisper a simple spell that made you suddenly go limp against him. "Oh my sweet, sweet treat," he hummed, shifting you in his arms so he could look at your face," what shall I do with you first, hmm?" He grinned, a wicked cheshire smile.

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Shoving the front door to his home— rather hid lair— open with his foot, he held your unconscious form closely to him. If only you'd been awake to marvel at his magnificent true form, the beast that carried you off so easily through the air without a worry in the world. You're light as a feather to him, a mere speck in this meek world and yet you shine unlike most of the pitiful, fleshy mundane beings he's encountered. He still has yet to figure out what mskes you do special, but for now he has you and that is all that matters.

Moving you to dangle over his shoulder to free one of his arms he made his way up the stairs to one of the many rooms of the manor. He already had it prepared just for you. This us where you'd be living from now on as his pet, his darling little Brittany. Such a good girl you are, he chuckles knowing full well it's a lie. You have spirit, a spiteful tongue he'd so enjoy cutting from your mouth— however he decided he'd prefer it where it is.

Lying you down on the bed he moved you onto your back, adjusting your arms above your head to each bed post. Chains wait patiently to be locked around your wrists, finding home snug against your fair skin. Locking them and stowing away the key into his pocket he pulled the thick comforter up over you legs but paused, eyeing how your little dress rose up your thighs.

Dropping the blanket his hands glide over thr plush fat of your thighs, pushing up the fabric to expose your panties. Licking his lips, Roman purred as his fingertips dipped under the waistband to slide them off. Pulling your underwear down your legs he held them up and admired the lace. It was like you knew he would come for you, such a naughty little minx. The demon covered you back up, finishing what he was doing before stuffing your panties into his pocket.

Surely you've noticed a few missing from your laundry as of late, more so the dirty than clean. He's been inside your home on numerous occasions, studying your things and gathering as much information his immortal brain could absord. Now he had you, and he's never letting you go.

"See you in the morning, little one." He smiled and gently touched your face with a knuckle, pushing your hair from your sleeping face.

— Roman

Hi sweetie, thanks for giving my character a test drive ;) Hope you enjoy the sweet, sweet torture 💗 no but fr, Ily lmao you're a doll

My slumber was far from pleasant. Nightmares upon nightmares lingered throughout the night. Any moment I thought they vanished, it was present once again that they are leaking back in.

It all started out so pleasant. I was out with my friends, drinking, and dancing. Then we went home only for me to be grabbed.

I struggled, I truly did. I used all my might to escape from his death grip only to be met with darkness. From there, all I know is hell. Fire, screams and cries of souls being taken, his evil fingertips lacing around his victims.

He looks human, but he is far from it. He’s a demon.

My eyes finally peeled open to an unknown room. Confusion struck, gazing up to see my arms are chained. A subtle breeze grazed parts of my skin that it should not have. Was I naked? Where the hell am I?

Then it hit me.

Last night was not a dream; it was real life.

Screams admitted from me, a natural response I had no control over. “Let me go, you sick bastard!” I bark, not knowing who I am even speaking to, but if they are lurking, they shall feel my wrath. The wrath of a warrior.

I refuse to go down without a fight.

I’ll never give up fighting.

Rattling my chains, I attempt to break them somehow. That was a failure all in its own, but I wanted this person to return. I had a few choice words waiting for him.

He will feel my wrath.

#tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw abduction #tw abuse #—roman doll 🤍#please mod ily #I love this so much #i’m so excited #I love me some Roman

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🍋 Bunny- Yandere!Adult-Trio x Chubby!Gentle!Reader Lemon

Hello my lovies~! Here is the Adult-Trio for all of you (Chrollo, Hisoka, Illumi).

Note: I do NOT and NEVER will support rape. These are stories so keep them that way. Force play is acceptable, forcing someone is rape.

Warnings; Non-con, Dub-con, consensual lemons and limes. Poly/ Harem style relationships. Hisoka's perverted nature. Illumi's absolute lack of social skills. Chrollo's manipulation tactics. Reader is sub to all three. Dom! Adult-trio. Conversations with the Zoldyck family, and the Phantom Troupe. Much confusion. Protective, Sadistic, and Obsessive yanderes. Likely to be longer than usual chapters. All three are hung like a horse.

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You sat on Chrollo's lap as he rest his chin on your shoulder, holding a book in front of the two of you with one hand. His arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you caged against his bare chest. His warmth seeping through your clothes, his jacket laying over your front like a blanket.

It was nearing the end of a job for the Phantom Troupe and most had gone off without a hitch. The only 'issue' that came up were the incessant questions from the Troupe.

Chrollo had never told them he had a significant other, and surely you would tell them more than their stoic leader. Uvogin was likely the worst about it, closely followed by Nobunaga, then Machi. But all of them were curious about you regardless.

Chrollo would allow them to ask their questions until they took too much of a flirting tone, then a single glance from him sends them away. They figure that he must be furious if he was willing to tear his eyes away from his book. Problem is, he considers anything other than questions involving him as some kind of flirting.

"Since when do you have a girlfriend!?"

"... I'm his fiancé..."

"You're getting married!? How long have you two known each other?"

"A while."

"What-? Where did you even come fr-"

Uvogin quickly fell silent as those intense steel eyes locked with his. Okay. Off-limits question.

It didn't take too long for the Troupe to catch the hint that their leader wanted some space so they quickly backed off, giving him some much needed room.

"They didn't even notice."

"Ch-Chrollo... I said I didn't want to..!"

"Shh... No one will ever know. You have to stay quiet though, or else they'll figure out what we've been doing. I just want to feel you for a bit, it doesn't have to be for very long."

You bit down on your lip as his unoccupied hand rest beneath his jacket, silently rubbing your exposed heat. He had been for a while now. It was a good thing the troupe explained away your blush due to nerves.

It didn't take much movement from him to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your thighs until you were exposed enough for him to tease you. He hadn't turned the page in a long time, likely due to the book only being a front to throw off the troupe. You stifled a whimper, slightly arching your back.

"Chrollo..!"

"(Y/n), I promise you, they won't catch us. So long as you keep that beautiful voice of your's quiet, they will never know."

"... Promise?"

"I swear to you."

You didn't respond to his reassurance to keep the scandalous behavior secret from the others. He took your silence as a 'yes' and deftly unbuttoned his pants, sliding you back by your hips to rub your soft pussy against his aching cock. You had no idea how on earth you were supposed to be quiet with that monstrous length being stuffed into you. Sometimes you couldn't help but shiver in anticipation, knowing what a stretch it was taking his entire length into you.

Chrollo lightly kissed your shoulder, lowering your hips and allowing gravity to help him sink into you. Your entire body tensed at the almost painful intrusion, sitting as still as possible to get used to it. Deep breaths from the male behind you drew your attention to how still he was sitting. He was typically unable to remain still for so long, but it seemed like he was being patient today.

"I'm going to start thrusting just a bit... I need to feel your tight walls massage my cock."

"But, Chrollo..!"

"You can't expect me to sit completely still while buried to the hilt in my most precious treasure."

"They'll notice..!"

He hummed and the book began to faintly glow in his hands before a kind of bubble shield wrapped a full dome around the two of you with at least a 10ft radius. It must be a skill he stole... But what did it do?

"Now they won't see us. All they see is an innocent couple cuddling. They can still hear us, so stay quiet, but now I can bend you over this pillar and pound you into the ground like I want to."

"Chrollo, you said you just wanted to feel for a bit, not a full session..!"

"You're always so naive, I can't help but deceive you just to see how much you still trust me."

"But-"

Your whimpering complaint was cut off sharply by his lips firmly pressed into your own, his hips now bucking up roughly into you. There was no choice but to keep your lips locked with his to keep all of the moans inside. The jacket falling from your shoulders as he used his free hand to pull up your shirt and bra, allowing your chest to bounce freely.

He broke the intimate kiss and bent you over the fallen pillar, as promised. You began panting helplessly as his thrusts forced all of the air out of your lungs, nails digging into the chipped stone. You had to put your head down to try and muffle the noises that were fighting to get out of you.

Your body began to shake as he continued to bury himself into you, keeping one hand firmly on the book to keep the illusion from disappearing.

"Mmm~ I do love riding you like this... Do they do it too? Can they ride you to the point you're drooling and a complete mess?"

"N-no..! Only you..."

Trying to keep your voice from squeaking out or getting louder as you responded to the black-haired male. He was right, he was best at riding you like this in comparison to the other two.

"Only me."

You bit harshly on your hand, feeling that burning coil winding up inside of you. Your whole body began tensing from the pleasure bubbling up in you. It didn't take long for that coil to snap as you cry into your hand.

Your whole body spasmed with every following thrust before he released into you, moaning softly into your ear. You whimpered softly as he kissed your neck, slowly pulling out of you. You stayed in that position, laying out over the pillar and catching your breath.

You knew he was staring at you, pleased with what he had done to you and the mess he made of you. He was the most intelligent of your partners and he had a way of making you convinced you want him. He was skilled in letting the other two drive you closer to him for seeming more stable mentally and emotionally. A light chuckle met your ears and you glared over your shoulder at the amused male. He watched you closely with a smirk on his lips, his hair ruffled from the usual slicked back style.

"Fuck off, Chrollo."

"Not likely. I'd rather keep fucking you, but it seems I managed to tire you out."

"... I told you I was already tired. Not my fault you didn't listen."

He just chuckled again and casually fixed his clothes, slicking back his hair once more. Once he was pleased with his appearance, he gently rubbed your back, pulling your clothes back on and pulling you back onto his lap. You were exhausted and happy to settle for laying back against his chest, pulling his jacket close and snuggling down.

"Careful. Keep moving against me like that and I won't be able to hold myself back."

"That sucks. You've already fucked my brains out today, so now you get to be my heating pad."

"(Y/n)-"

"Heating pads don't talk."

You felt his chuckle more than you heard it, as it rumbled softly in his chest. When you two were settled once more he removed the illusion.

Thankfully, it seemed that the others were none the wiser about what the two of you just did. Chrollo, seeing how tired you were, decided to be merciful and lay along the pillar with you laying on his chest. It was rare for Chrollo to lay down, even when he slept, so you understood the surprised and confused stares from the troop.

You didn't honestly care what they were thinking as you lay across their leader's chest, lounging on one of the most terrifying men in the world. Some would call you crazy for it, but you were desensitized to being in the presence of dangerous people.

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You lay across the comfortable couch with your head resting on Illumi's lap as he silently watched you. Illumi being the more emotionally challenged one of your husbands, due to his life-long training as an assassin.

You were trying to take a break from his mother's consistent pestering. She clearly adored you and was thrilled at the idea of you being her daughter in law. To your surprise, Illumi's father was also fond of you. It surprised you because the man rarely ever spoke and you had been halfway convinced he didn't like you in the slightest.

"My dear, I had one more question."

"Mother..."

"Hush, Illumi. I can ask my future daughter in law whatever I want to ask."

"..."

It wasn't hard to tell when Illumi was frustrated- at least for you- but his mother payed the glare no mind. You went to sit up before a firm hand gripped your shoulder, keeping you in place. Illumi's eyes were typically the best way to read his emotions and the look he gave you told you to stay where you were.

With a soft sigh, you settled back down with your head in his lap, letting him gently pet your hair.

"Okay, well, it's a few more questions. But I want to know how you two met?"

"We met-"

"It doesn't matter how we met. She's here now, so that's all that matters."

You wanted to sigh at his dominant behavior, deciding to fully sit up, much to Illumi's frustration. If his parents noticed his hostile behavior towards them, they didn't mention it. He still fought to make you lay back down, but you were done with his bad mood.

"Illumi. Stop."

"..."

"Now."

"... Fine."

He moved his arm, allowing you to sit up, but as you settled next to him he wrapped an arm around you as if to stake a claim. His behavior must be typical for a Zoldyck due to the lack of reaction from his parents.

"We met when he killed me on accident."

"I didn't-"

"So my heart stopping was just me taking a nap?"

"..."

"Apparently I was close to his target and he missed."

"... I didn't-"

"So you meant to hit me?"

"No."

"Then you missed."

"... Yes."

"Is that why you get so upset when asked about it?"

"... No"

"... Are you upset because you technically killed-"

"Stop."

"So, that's a 'yes' then."

You chuckled softly at the clear pout Illumi had on his face. He still refused to talk about that moment when your heart was stopped by the poison he typically used. He even went as far as to switch the toxin he used, apparently despising the poison that killed you.

That day was the same day you met Chrollo and Hisoka.

Chrollo was the one who revived you and Hisoka endlessly bugged Illumi about it. Chrollo was the first to take interest in you, apparently finding your 'energy' fascinating. Hisoka quickly followed suit, loving the way you responded to his teasing. Illumi was technically last to gain interest in you, though he did as well for your fascinating reactions. It was as if he felt the need to protect you like a lion and the lamb kind of story. all of this happened in the span of an hour.

From then on, all three have been rather aggressively pursuing you. Texts, letters, sticky-notes, gifts, showing up in your home, showing up any time you went out, things like that. You then had to deal with their constant attempts to one-up each other and their consistent fighting.

Once the fighting escalated from verbal to physical, you had to step in before they killed each other. It was surprising to you that all three were ready to kill for you and you could tell they weren't going to take 'no' as an answer. The next best was to agree to give all three a chance at having a full relationship with you. It quickly became apparent there would be no breaking up with them and if you chose one the other two would kill him.

This is how you wound up having three fiancés.

You had Illumi break the news to his parents about being engaged and about the fact he was one of three. They apparently took it rather well and you were stunned when Kikyo complimented you for getting the full attention of the three dangerous men you were currently engaged to. Silva never said a word about it and Illumi never told you how his father had responded to the news.

"Illumi! How could you have missed your target with all of the training you've done?"

"Drop it."

"Were you just distracted by (y/n) when you met her and that's why you missed?"

"Stop."

You could tell Kikyo's chiding was beginning to get to Illumi, watching his eyes burn with anger and some other emotion as his arm tightened around you. You knew how quickly Illumi could snap when he was in such a mood so you tried to cut the conversation off before it got to that point.

"You said you had other questions?"

"Hm? Oh, right. What last name do you plan on taking? I know there's Illumi's, but what of the other two?"

It was a damn good question. You had no idea what last name to take once you were wed as there were the last names of your three husbands and you own last name. So you had the choice of any of the four options, but you knew if you chose just one it would displease your other husbands.

"Probably all of them. Just hyphen the names together as my legal name with my maiden name first so there are less documents to deal with. I can just switch off which name is most beneficial for me depending on the situation."

"... Silva, she's perfect."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the kind words, knowing that you at least had the approval of Illumi's parents. Illumi was still holding you close to him, clearly done with this nonsensical questioning. Illumi wasn't the easiest to rile up, but his temper would always break when Hisoka or Chrollo were mentioned during 'his turn' of keeping you with him.

You also knew that Illumi had one hell of a dominance kink that played into how possessive he was of you, only fueling his aggression towards your other fiancés. You hoped his mother would stop asking questions, for your sake, due to the fact Illumi became very forceful when angered. He was already rough, given just how intensely strong he was, so you would rather not add anger into the mix.

"Which of them do you care for the most-?"

"That's enough. This conversation is over."

Illumi sharply stood and picked you up in his arms a bit too tightly, carrying you away from his mother's prying. You felt a stir of fear in your chest at how angry Illumi was, knowing what usually resulted from it. Illumi wasn't the kind of guy who took 'no' as an answer and you knew it.

Doesn't mean you wouldn't try though.

He easily made it to his room, closing the door behind him and pinning you to the bed. Illumi could only burn off his frustration and anger in two ways. First; killing whoever made him angry. Second; fucking you roughly into the nearest surface. Since the first wasn't an option as he wouldn't kill a family member, that only left the second option.

"Wa-wait, Illumi-!"

"No."

Your following plead was silenced by the rough and almost painful kiss, trying to struggle in his grip. He was already to the point that his eyes were becoming glazed and he was becoming lost to the feeling of your skin. He wasn't one to feel much of anything, but there was an addictive quality to you that he desperately wanted to overdose on.

Everything would fade away into the background and out of his mind so long as you were pressed up against him. He wasn't typically the kind to let himself get lost in an emotion. He was always rather cold and calculating, but the simple bliss of turning that logical mind off for once and riding an emotion high... Intoxicating.

"Illumi- Illumi, stop! You- you're being too rough!"

He didn't respond, trying to keep his lips locked with yours for as long as he could, ripping at your clothes. Typically, Illumi knew his strength and kept it in check to not hurt you, but when he was angered he would lose himself in the taste of your lips and sound of your voice. It wasn't very often it happened, as he had rather consistent control over himself, though there were times like these that you knew he wouldn't stop.

It didn't matter to him if he hurt you or you didn't want him at that moment, it was what he needed and so he would take it. He would worry about the rest later, when his primal desires were satiated and he had worked out enough energy. Usually, after coming back to himself and realizing his behavior he would apologize and would cuddle you for however long you wished. He would treat you like fragile glass unless you say otherwise.

That was hard to do as an assassin who had been trained to ignore everything beyond his orders and family. He always has such little control when it comes to you. Having no prior experience to indulging in his desires, just a small slip of control would spiral down into needing to partake in his only vice, you.

He ripped his own clothes off along with yours, leaving every part of the two of you exposed. There was a low growl of pleasure rumbling in the back of his throat, slowly growing louder.

He ducked his head down, catching one of your pert nipples in his mouth and putting his hands under your back, forcing you to arch up into his touch. You squirmed in his grip, winded by his sudden and aggressive behavior paired with his almost desperate need to have you. He licked and bit at your soft skin, letting his mouth trail over whatever exposed flesh he could get to.

He almost seemed frantic, as if he were worried you would somehow be gone in a few seconds and he was trying to get in every touch he could. He was practically panting like an animal during a rut, grinding his hips against yours wildly.

It didn't take long for him to bury himself into you, his eyes rolling back in pure euphoria. He rapidly began thrusting into you, the force of his wildly bucking hips moving you up and down the bed.

"Mine... You're mine! I won't let you get away from me, you can never leave me."

"Ah-! Illumi ple-please you're being too rough with- with me!"

"I'll break you for me. So those two don't get to have you ever again."

Your body spasmed and twitched helplessly beneath him, your body slowly blocking out the pain with mind numbing pleasure. He bashed the head of his cock into your tight cervix until it gave way, wrapping like a vice around his rock-hard length. You wrapped your arms around his neck while hitching your legs over his hips, it was all you could do to hold on.

Pleasure shot into your brain along with the pain you felt, the feelings quickly consuming you. You knew the pleasure was rising up into a fever pitch when his brutal and rapid thrusts began to lose their rhythm. Similarly, you could feel that white-hot coil of ecstasy threatening to break, each violent thrust sending you closer and closer to the abyss.

As soon as the coil within you snaps, you had to press your lips to his in order to stop yourself from screaming loudly enough that the whole house could hear. You felt the growl that tore through his throat more than you heard it, each flooding pulse making him spasm in short, rough thrusts that only continued to over-stimulate your nerves. Once he had gotten every ounce of his cum into you, he slowly withdrew from your tight womb, returning to his senses.

"I apologize. I did not intend to lose control like that. Did I injure you?"

"No more than you usually do... But for my sake, please stop fucking me exclusively in your anger. There's only so much I can take."

"I... Will work on my self-control for you."

He conceded that you were in the right and that he was the one who had messed up in that exchange. He wrapped his arms around you and lay next to you while he gently rubbed your back, apologizing for his wild behavior. You shivered lightly, feeling caged in the arms of a tiger.

He was more animalistic than people gave him credit for. Possessive of his mate, poor social skills at best, silent hunter that never gets caught. He was just a refined animal, a stealthy and lethal predator among clumsy prey. It only took times like this- laying curled up in his arms- to make you realize just how dangerous the men who latched onto you really were.

It hadn't fully set in when you first agreed to date the three of them, but it was never going to be just dating. They were ready to kill one another, like three predators fighting over a mate, though you felt more like prey.

A Serpent, a Fox, and a Spider all fighting over you. What started out as a small competition to win you became an absolute obsession to have you. They only don't kill each other to not fall out of favor with you and it would be inconvenient. This meant a lot of tense moments when the three are together as if they'd just as easily kill one another even though it seemed they were friends at some point.

This meant that only your shared affection for them made them hesitate. You were the cute chubby little hutch bunny surrounded by the wild and aggressive top predators. You could never have known how dangerous they were when you first encountered them. It's one thing to be a criminal, it's another thing entirely to be on top of the criminal world.

The Phantom Troupe was notorious for stealing everything they wanted, no matter what kind of trouble they have to go through. The Zoldycks were the top assassin family that not one person scoffed at the name, both in fear and reverence that no one can stop them. Hisoka was the top of the list for being a well known Sociopath, going after everyone and anyone no matter what that person was to him prior.

You had never known- in your safe little home- what kind of world existed beyond your docile life. The darker side of the world that gentle girls like you could never even dream of. But by gaining their attention you may as well have been thrown in between the three with a leash already secure around your neck.

You were in great danger but you were also one of the safest people on the planet, secure in the arms of the most dangerous people in the world. If anyone was stupid enough to try, not a hair on your head would be touched without extreme ramifications. They may have spats with each other, but they loved and wanted you more. They put away their deadly desires towards each other and continued killing everyone else.

What is more terrifying then one of the top criminals of the world? Three of the top criminals of the world working together towards a common goal. At that point, if they're coming after you with the goal to kill, some divine being must hate you with a passion.

It didn't take long to accept their insane desire for you, deciding you wouldn't be able to escape one without all you know being destroyed, you're triple fucked now. You left your life mostly behind, seeming like one of those foolish girls who runs off with trouble only for their heart to get broken. But it wouldn't get broken and you weren't doing this for you, you were doing it for everyone you cared about.

Sometimes one must be offered up as a sacrifice to keep their world from spilling over into yours. People would die and cower in fear, others will swear hatred against everyone involved, and you would be responsible for it all. Besides, though they terrified you a good bit sometimes, you could still occasionally forget their status and treat them like any fiancé would be.

They're quite amused with letting you seem like you have the dominance, but being the real danger that lurks behind and always makes sure you know who your doms are. The three teamed up just to get you, and now they aren't letting go.

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Hisoka was the more... Mentally Unstable... Of the three of your soon-to-be husbands. There were times you worried he would kill you instead of marry you, but that was apparently just part of his charm. He was unpredictable, setting off every danger-bell in your head. A real-life monster who just wanted the burn the world. He was also the one to treat you to whatever you wanted and absolutely wanted to spoil you rotten.

The ends were always worth the means to Hisoka so he smothered you with affection and gave you everything without fuss. Sometimes he felt more like a hot insane carnie-sugar-daddy than you expected given how the other two used such things to manipulate you. It was like an indulgent pet owner who just loved to spoil their little darling with everything.

This also meant he was one hell of a service dom and craved to watch you become delirious with bliss. Seeing you just drowning in pleasure before he would even put his cock in you. It probably didn't help that he was quite the sexual deviant and knew exactly what to do to break you for him. This worship kind of manipulation is what got him going.

He always enjoyed a good fight and they made him just oh so excited, but he would easily settle for a good 'wrestle' session instead. But something lit a fire in the openly sexual being. Something about you drove him mad and he wanted you- the little bunny- to snap your teeth in frustration at him or to open you legs for him. Either way, you were just too fun to give up for any reason. None of them would ever get bored with you and if one was invested, the other were as well.

It was once just a competition against each other, though that quickly became an insane obsession over you. All you did, all you were, everything about you, was what they wanted. That challenge between each other became just an added pride bonus instead of the focus of their game.

No. The real prize was you.

Hisoka would shower you in affection and do whatever it took to make you mewl and moan. If you didn't want to play, he would typically back off and take care of it himself unless he was in a blood lust, in which case he can't stop. In one of his blood lusts, he only had two functions; kill or fuck, so the obvious answer was the second option.

He slowly trailed his lips over your shoulder, massaging your back as you lay face-down on the bed. You could tell he was enjoying the massage as much as you were, if the hardening length on your back was anything to go by. You loved the fact that he could tell you were tired and in need of some general love and affection.

You had been rather tense given the situations you had been in prior to joining Hisoka. Though Hisoka seemed as if he were the most frightening or stressful to be around, but surprisingly he was not. If anything, Hisoka was the one you never had to worry about in your stressful life. You knew he was more of a loner and he was not aggressive towards you as he was others.

His hands were warm and gentle against your poor tense back, paying special attention to the firmer knots. It almost felt like he was smoothing out the deep muscles that had been so tense just moments before, letting you absolutely melt into his touch.

You let out a long moan of pleasure as warmth seemed to spread through your body, feeling relaxation fill your body. A light kiss at your shoulder reminded you of Hisoka being attached to those heavenly hands on your back.

"Mmm~ Look how cute you're being... Just letting all your little moans out."

"A-ah... Hisoka..!"

"Just like that."

You whimpered softly in bliss, feeling shivers run through you as his nails gently scrape over your skin. He used enough pressure to work your muscles but not enough to sink his nails into you. There was little chance you could ever be more comfortable than you were at that moment.

Getting a nice long warm bath that pulled your worries away. Cuddling up in a soft towel and just letting Hisoka brush your hair gently, allowing you to lean into his comfortable touch.

"Falling asleep on me~?"

"Mmm... Kinda..."

"Then I'll just have to wait for you to wake back up."

"You don't have to..."

"Have to..?"

"Wait. I mean... If you wanted to, I would let you..."

A soft chuckle came from his chest, making you look up at him. Hisoka was rather skilled in getting you to beg for him, since he refused to take advantage of you unless you explicitly tell him to. And he was the one out of your three soon-to-be husbands that you always enjoyed having sex with.

He was pleased with any position or location, so long as it is you he's with. Even if you wanted to top, he would be happy as ever to be a switch. So long as he was able to have you melting into cute little moans, he was pleased.

"You asking for me to fuck you even if you fall asleep? Is that what would would like for me to do to you?"

"I wouldn't... Say no."

"Want me that badly~? I'd be happy to do that for you."

"... please?"

"With pleasure."

He gently rolled you onto your back, grinning as he looked down at you, seeing your bright blush. Your soft body was completely on display for him and he gently trailed his fingers over the bruises and marks the other two left behind. That's not to say he doesn't mark you, but he does it more intentionally and with purpose.

"Look how roughly they treated you... Tsk, this won't do at all. Here, let me kiss it better."

He gently ghosted his lips over your neck, pressing soft kisses any time he found a bruise or mark on your body. You mewled and moved your hips slightly as he trailed down, kissing around your breasts and giving a light lick at each peak. It was almost maddening with how slowly he was going, each touch leaving you burning for more.

He ensured to go over every little mark on your body, worshiping your soft skin and loving every mark he found. Sometimes, you were self-conscious about the lightning like scars on your skin, but somehow Hisoka made everything okay. That nervousness didn't really go away with Chrollo or Illumi, even though you know they don't judge you. But there was still a part of you that hated those scars until Hisoka got to them.

He behaved as if you were some delicate renaissance painting that needed to be shown gentle love and affection, even with any marks that may have formed. For how much he loved to mercilessly tease you and poke your last nerve, he was one hell of a considerate lover. If you didn't enjoy it or if it made you feel inferior, he would downright refuse to do it. He would only ever do things you wanted him to do to you, and he got pleasure from giving pleasure to you.

His kinks revolved around the way others reacted to him. Anger and frustration towards him easily get him hard, but blushing and mewling from his actions? Oh, you must be trying to make him cum sounding like that.

Fair to say, he would be rough when you wanted him to be and he would pleasure you endlessly regardless of being gentle or not.

"I think right here needs the most attention."

"Whe-? Ah! Hisoka!"

The moment you had tried to look down your body at him, he began to leave long licks through your folds. His nose pushing at your clit as he sensually dug his tongue into you. You let out moans and cries as you arched your back from the sensation filling your mind.

You wound your fingers through his flame red hair and held on, crying out in bliss from the intense pleasure. You could feel his smirk as he only doubled his efforts, moaning out against you and pressing closer. You couldn't stop the loud moans that ripped from your throat, whimpering from the slick feeling of his skilled tongue.

He move his tongue in thrusting motions, putting your legs up over his shoulders, intentionally trapping himself. He hummed against you and gripped your soft thighs, pressing them against his face.

You could feel that coil of pleasure inside of you winding rapidly from his continued attention, his eyes almost completely rolled back. He was gripping your hips in order to move them against his mouth, wanting you to practically shove his face into your heat. You were panting heavily at this point, gripping onto his hair like a lifeline as the pleasure built.

As if every nerve in your body was buzzing with electricity, your cry was harsh and guttural the moment that pressure broke. You could barely stop your legs from tensing and tightening around his head, holding him securely in place as the pleasure burned through you. Being the kind of person Hisoka is, he ensured to continue thrusting his tongue into you to make your orgasm last longer.

Only when you fell limp on the bed did he finally pull away, licking his lips sensually and licking your slick from your thighs. Say what you will about him, but there was no denying the fact that Hisoka has one hell of a tongue. You let your body relax into the sheets as he moved up, caging your body with his and hovering over you with a grin.

You looked up at his messy red hair and bedroom eyes, feeling a light pressure against your sensitive heat.

"Seems you enjoyed that~ Don't worry, unlike the other two, I know how to please you until your delirious."

"..."

"Do you still want me to fuck you to sleep?"

"... Yes."

"Good."

He let you dig your nails into his shoulder as he slowly slid into you, letting out deep moans from the pleasure and pain. It was around this time that he usually began to lose his grip on his self control, but he still maintained a slow and steady tempo. He was watching your cute little expressions each time he sunk into you, loving the way your glassy eyes stared up at him.

He maintained the slow pace, only speeding up when you began to doze off, bringing you straight back to consciousness. The slow building pleasure seemed to be consuming all reasonable thought in you, letting you drown in the feeling. You could feel the heavy pulse of his heartbeat deep within you from his cock, feeling every rivet and point he pressed up against.

You couldn't stop the whimpers of pleasure and the shaking of your soft body as he continued to thrust into your warm insides. He was beginning to lose his self-control, his hands tightening on your hips and his thrusts gradually gaining speed. Again you felt that coil of pleasure winding tightly inside of you and you couldn't stop your moans that grew louder and louder.

"Are you gonna cum for me? Let your tight little pussy milk my cock..."

"Mmm... Hisoka..!"

"I'm right here. Sink your nails in and feel that I'm here with you~"

You did exactly that, feeling a light trail of blood from where you dug your nails into his toned body. His thrusts were firm enough to move you up and down on the bed, your eyes rolling back. Something was different about your building orgasm that made your toes curl and your spine tense. The pleasure running through your body was all consuming, making your cry harsh and loud as the coil within you snaps.

You were faintly aware of his continued thrusts as your body jerked and twitched helplessly beneath him from over-stimulation. Each movement practically tearing through you like individual orgasms in their own right. When he finally reached his orgasm, you were drooling and delirious.

Your muscles continuing to pump and squeeze his cock as you attempt to calm down, feeling every heavy spurt of cum painting your insides. When you finally went limp, Hisoka was grinning widely down at you. Oh, how fucking cute you are, making such sinful faces and noises just for him.

Well... Him and two others. Much as he wanted to slaughter them and claim you as his prize, he knew it would upset you and push you away from him. That was just something he couldn't allow.

So for now he just grinned down at you, watching you slip into sleep from sheer exhaustion, still clamped down on his deeply seated cock. He was happy to sleep now and take advantage of another round later, knowing that you came back to him time and time again. He would be the best lover you will ever know.

Who knows? Maybe he'll even win you fully with his continued attention. Maybe.

Not likely.

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