#ruby knives

[mostspecialgirl]

rv doodles from earlier today

[lucifersincentivetosleep]

Tiny edit I did because his right pec bothered me and I actually had the spoons.

You can thank my bestie for this cause I was gonna let it rot in my art folder 👍🏻

(Original is under the cut)

I was going to add nipples but the chronic pain snuck up on me and the shading stole my spoons so the redraw gets nipples instead.

Eventually.

If I manage to finish it..

Original card art:

[fangswbenefits]

Oh my.

[2000skid4ever]

Some of scott pilgrim's dialogue and interactions in my version of the universal showdown

[fatedmuses]

//trying to figure out what Weiss' magic would look like in dragon age. I don't think there's any way to translate her summons unless I give her necromancy, which I'm still on the fence about lol. Maybe something with summoning spirits, but I'm not quite sure how that would work. Much to think about lol.

But thinking about it in terms of a companion skill tree, she'd definitely have some sort of glyph spell, a time dilation spell (although hers would speed you up rather than slow your enemy down), and some sort of ice spell as options at least.

[adeptustemptations]

Imagine Sylus standing by the hospital crib, arms frozen at his sides, eyes locked on the tiny bundle swaddled in white. The nurses keep asking if he wants to hold the baby, but he just... stands there. Silent. Unmoving.

Because he's scared.

Scared that his hands; hands that have drawn blood, broken bones, held guns and knives, will somehow ruin this pure little being. That even touching them would be some kind of sinful contamination.

He’s done so much wrong. Hurt so many people. He never thought he deserved you, let alone a child.

But then the baby opens their eyes.

Ruby red. Just like his.

It knocks the breath from his lungs. He’s never seen anything so small, so perfect, and to think they carry a part of him? It’s almost unbearable.

The nurse gently places the baby in his arms, and Sylus panics, even then. He holds them like they’re made of glass, as if one wrong move will cause the heavens to shatter.

He has been handed rare jewels, precious ores, and materials worth millions over the course of his life. But nothing, nothing—has ever compared to the weight of his precious baby being placed into his arms.

Because this? This is priceless.

And despite his anxiety, the baby just... coos. Nuzzles into his chest. Like they know him. Like they trust him.

And suddenly, the walls around his heart crumble.

The infamous Onychinus leader, feared across cities and whispered about like a living nightmare, he’s crying. Silently. Reverently.

He didn’t know love like this existed. He thought he gave you everything. Every bit of softness he had left.

But now?

Now he knows, his heart had one more piece to give.

And it was always meant for them.

[MASTERLIST]

[torpublishinggroup]

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WHAT’S IT ABOUT

Thirteen witches. Two ordinary sisters. One locked-room murder. This whodunit is giving Knives Out meets The Inheritance Games with magic. 

An eccentric old woman approaches sisters Ruby and Wren with an offer too good to pass up: attend a fancy dinner party posing as her granddaughters for two grand each. Sounds like a great arrangement—what could possibly go wrong? Literally EVERYTHING! 

Shortly after arriving at the mysterious Hegemony Manor, the hostess is dead and a killer lies among the dinner guests. Did we mention the guests are all powerful witches? Ruby and Wren must solve the murder if they hope to make it out of the manor alive.

[a-bit-of-writing]

Cloak

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 

Characters: Astarion x Reader

Words: 1,591

Summary: You only meant to survive your night watch, not end up draped in Astarion’s cloak and scent.

part. 01 | part. 02

The cliffs above the Chionthar were pretty things by daylight — ragged ridges powdered in wild heather, gulls wheeling overhead — but after dusk they sharpened into bone‑white fangs. Wind tore off the river and scraped your cheeks raw, tugging at your sleeves like a petulant child begging to be let in.

You flexed your fingers — nothing. Half‑numb. Brilliant idea, volunteering for the late watch in nothing but a travel shirt and bravado. Gale had offered his spare cloak; you’d waved him off. Shadowheart had raised an eyebrow; you’d grinned. Pride was a stubborn parasite and now it gnawed your bones with every icy gust.

A twig snapped behind you. Leather boots, light tread — predator’s footfall. Only one person walked that quietly and still managed to announce himself with the sheer audacity of his presence.

“Honestly, darling,” Astarion drawled, voice a silk ribbon sliding round your throat, “if you wished to turn blue you could have asked me for pointers. I have centuries of experience.”

You exhaled a foggy plume. “I’m fine.”

He came into view, draped in a cloak the color of spiced wine, clasp of polished garnet winking at his throat. Moon‑silver hair spilled over the collar like frost over velvet. He looked entirely too warm, too princely, too amused.

“Liar,” he murmured, stepping close enough that his breath stirred the hair at your temple. “Your teeth are rattling a charming concerto.”

“I said—”

“And I said you’re shivering.” One arched brow. “Would you like my cloak?”

The offer landed like flint on tinder. You opened your mouth — habit formed around refusal — but the night stole the word and left only a shudder. Fine tremors climbed your arms. Astarion watched, ruby eyes bright with mischief and something startlingly soft.

“Here,” he sighed — half resignation, half relish — and reached for the clasp. Gold links whispered apart. As the cloak swung free, heat rushed out like the exhale of a hearth. Cedar, smoke, faint mulled wine: his scent, rich and dizzying.

He didn’t simply hand it over. Oh no — Astarion performed the act like ritual. One step forward, boots crunching frost; cloak lifted high, then draped across your shoulders in a slow, enveloping fall. He gathered the fabric at your throat, cool fingertips grazing the hollow just above your pulse. You felt it leap; he felt it too — his smile said everything.

“There,” he purred, smoothing collars with absurd delicacy. “A lovely splash of red to set off those cheeks.”

You tugged the cloak tighter. “Thank you.”

“Mm.” He tilted his head, studying the way it swallowed your frame. “Marvelous. It hangs on you like sin.” He leaned closer, conspiratorial. “Be wary — wearing a vampire’s garment might constitute a blood pact in certain, decidedly salacious circles.”

“Oh dear,” you deadpanned, exhaling warmth back into your stiff fingers. “Am I doomed?”

He hummed approval. “Doomed to — let me think — moonlit poetry recitals, perhaps a scandalous duet or two.” His grin glinted fang. “Surely you can bear the torment.”

You mustered a scoff, but the cloak’s heat seeped beneath your defiance, loosening the tight curl of your shoulders. Even the wind seemed reluctant to intrude through velvet this thick. You inhaled — cedarheart and something sweet, like the echo of summer berries on the tongue.

Astarion’s gaze followed the rise of your chest, satisfied. Then, casual as smoke, he settled onto the flattest rock beside your post — close, but not crowding. The river’s dark ribbon murmured below. Fireflies stitched gold thread between brambles.

After a beat he said, softer, “I never cared for that cloak.”

You glanced sideways. “No?”

“Cazador chose it.” A small shrug. “He enjoyed dressing us like decorative knives — beautiful, useful, always his.” For a moment the campfire in his eyes dimmed, revealing an undertow of old hurt. But then the mask slipped back into place, polished and bright. “Yet here we are — re‑appropriating luxury. Rather poetic, don’t you think?”

“Very,” you whispered. “And it does suit you. Or did.”

He laughed, rich and low. “Are you angling to keep it?”

“Maybe I’m claiming it. Finders, keepers.”

“Heresy.” He slung an arm along the rock’s rim, posture indolent royalty. “If you intend to steal my wardrobe, I’ll need compensation.”

You arched a brow. “More secrets? Another blush tally?”

“Oh, I have grander schemes tonight.” He leaned in until moonlight caught in his lashes. “How about a favor to be named later? Something deliciously open‑ended.”

Your pulse skipped. “Dangerous.”

“Exhilarating,” he corrected. Then, unexpectedly gentle: “But if bargaining unsettles you, we’ll stick to simpler trades. A story, perhaps.” He lifted his chin, invitation in every line. “Gift me a memory.”

Cold forgotten, you searched for something worthy. “All right,” you said at last, voice soft. “When I was small, my mother would brew cinnamon milk on winter nights. She’d hum — terribly off‑key — while I sat by the hearth pretending to read. I’d memorize the tune, wrong notes and all, because it meant warmth was coming. I loved that.”

Astarion’s expression flickered — surprise, then a longing so fierce it scared you. “Cinnamon,” he echoed. “I remember cinnamon.” He looked away, throat working. “I’d- I’d snatch sweet rolls from palace apprentices and hide on the roof. Eat them alone so no one could shame me for sticky fingers.” Soft laugh, brittle as spun sugar. “Feelings taste different when you savor them in secret.”

He fell quiet, the confession hanging between you like frost‑glittering glass. Your hand twitched beneath the cloak — impulse to reach for his. Instead you said gently, “You don’t have to hide anymore.”

His eyes cut back, bright and wary. “Don’t I?”

“You offered me warmth with no demand.”

“Oh, I’ll demand something eventually,” he teased but the line lacked bite.

“You could have let me freeze,” you pressed. “Mocked me, walked away. You didn’t.” You lifted a corner of the cloak. “That choice is yours now. Every time.”

Astarion stared long enough that riverwind filled the silence with its hush. Then he chuckled, a sound that trembled at the edges. “Careful, sweet thing. Keep talking like that and I might start believing I have choices.”

“Maybe you should,” you echoed your earlier words, softer still.

He inhaled — sharp, startled — like the idea itself was a sudden ache in his ribs. For an instant vulnerability bared its throat. Then his grin returned, dazzling and defensive.

“Let’s test this newfound autonomy, shall we?” He stood, offered a dramatic bow, and extended a hand. “Come. The wind’s unrelenting, and I know a niche halfway down the cliff face — sheltered, private, excellent acoustics should I burst into impromptu sonnet.”

You laughed, taking his hand. His fingers were cool but steady, closing around yours with teasing ceremony. As you followed him along the narrow path, the cloak swirled your ankles, trailing his scent.

At a ledge half hidden by thorny broom, he paused, gesturing you ahead. A natural alcove cupped a sliver of embers from some forgotten traveler’s fire; still warm. He dusted the stone, sat, then tugged you down beside him. The space forced proximity — knees brushing, cloak draping over both. Twin warmths: velvet outside, his body heat inside.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded. In the dim, his eyes burned garnet, softer than any flame.

A playful silence stretched. Then he cleared his throat theatrically. “Right. About that sonnet…”

“Oh gods, no,” you groaned.

“Too late. Inspiration strikes.” He pressed the back of his hand to his brow, reciting in a tragic stage whisper: “O crimson cloak upon a trembling frame, / Envy of dawn, ye put bright day to shame—”

You dissolved into laughter. It echoed off stone, mingling with his self‑satisfied chuckle.

When your mirth subsided, you found him watching you — smile gentled, eyes steady. “I like that sound,” he admitted quietly.

“What sound?”

“That laugh. It…does something foolish to me.” He glanced away, almost shy. “Makes monsters feel less monstrous.”

Your breath caught. Without thinking, you slid your hand across the small gap, resting it atop his. He stiffened — a reflex born of centuries — then eased beneath your touch, exhale feathering the cold air.

“Monsters don’t share cloaks,” you whispered.

“They do,” he said, lips quirking. “They just expect payment in flesh.” A pause. “I’m trying something new.”

“And how does it feel?”

He considered, thumb grazing your knuckles. “Terrifying,” he said. Then, softer: “Nice.”

You smiled into the dark. “Borrow the feeling as long as you need.”

“Dangerous invitation.” He curled his fingers, lacing them with yours. “I may never give it back.”

“Guess I’ll have to keep you, then.”

He laughed — a fragile, wondrous thing. “You drive a scandalously hard bargain, darling.” He squeezed your hand once, then let the silence rest — comfortable, living. Wind rattled faraway branches, but the alcove held only warmth.

Minutes — or hours — later, when your watch ended and you both rose to return to camp, Astarion reached to reclaim his cloak. His hands paused at your shoulders, clutching velvet as though reconsidering.

He released a hush of air, almost a sigh, and withdrew, leaving the cloak on you.

“Keep it till morning,” he said, eyes unreadable. “Consider it… interest on our deal.”

“What deal?”

“The one where I practice giving without taking.” He winked, stepping back into moonlight. “Don’t get used to it.”

Too late. You smiled, heart thudding. “Good night, Astarion.”

He hesitated, then with the softest smile you’d ever stolen from him, murmured, “Good night, warmth‑thief.”

He vanished into shadow, leaving you cloaked in crimson and something far rarer: the promise of choice.

[lucifersincentivetosleep]

My Lucifer shaker charm came!

The colors on the charm are a lot more deep and vibrant than I managed to capture in the video(sorry for the hand reflection).

I guess Lucifer hates being in photos so much he cursed my camera.

[saltcxrcle]

ménage à trois ── . ✶ sam. w & ruby

summary: ruby learns her lesson about popping into motel rooms uninvited

pairings: sam winchester x gn afab!reader x ruby, samruby, bi!reader, bi!rubyノwc: 6.2K warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no use of 'y/n', fem pronouns are used, SMUT, porn with a smidge of plot, set in late szn 4, threesome f/f/m, oral both fem & male! receiving, fingering, slight sub/dom dynamics (slightly mean dom!reader and sam, sub!bratty!ruby), some degradation, name calling (ruby -> whore, slut), reader is referred to as a 'pretty girl' once, face sitting, manhandling, orgasm denial, rough sex, unprotected p in v (please use protection), kinda edited; all mistakes are my own a/n: here it is, the long awaited and final installment to motel chats! god i need them so bad and idk why i waited for so long to write this but i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did while writing this! heres the samruby smut freaks <33 sam. w masterlist | ruby masterlist | motel chats verse! masterlist

YOU NEEDED QUIET NIGHTS LIKE THIS. 

You were lounging on the slightly lumpy mattress in the motel room you were staying in, and the sounds of Sam typing away at his laptop would occasionally break the calm silence that the two of you were sharing. 

You and the Winchesters had been stuck in this town for a couple of days after the three of you wrapped up a simple salt and burn. Sam hadn’t been able to find a case for you guys to go on, so Dean decided to plant his feet here since it was a coastal town and it had the best pie in the diner across the street from where the three of you were staying. 

You could tell Sam was getting a little stir-crazy and was dying to leave—wanting to find another hunt or figure out which seal was going to be broken next. Hence, he was tapping away at the laptop, straining his eyes with the blue light emitting from the screen. 

You were reading a random Agatha Christie novel that was buried at the bottom of your bag, and you managed to find it after being bored with helping Sam research. But, you had been rereading the same page for the past ten minutes since your eyes always strayed away from the book and to Sam sitting at the table across the room from where you were. 

You couldn’t help it. Sam's presence was distracting. Your eyes zeroed in on his hands, dragging along the mouse pad of the laptop. Long and dexterous fingers tapped at the keyboard, and you couldn’t help the way that your mouth watered at the thought of his hands grabbing at you and bringing you to your own pleasurable demise. 

You’ve witnessed Sam’s hands being capable of bloodshed and violence, wielding knives and guns as he hunts—but you’ve seen them being in tender ways, a guiding hand on your lower back as you navigate through a sheriff’s office, or when his touch was feather-light on your broken skin as he patched you up from hunts that weren’t kind to you. 

You swallowed thickly as your eyes strayed from Sam’s hands to his forearms, which were exposed. The brown button-up with studs for buttons that decorated his shirt was rolled up to his elbows, and you almost audibly groaned at the sight his forearms. You had to advert your eyes away from them—the prominent veins and rippling muscles in his forearms awoke something primal in you and all you wanted to do was bite them. 

Christ, I’m acting like a Victorian man seeing a bare ankle for the first time. Get a grip! 

You shook your head to try and rid yourself of the lustful yearning that you had for Sam. You could admit that it was a little pathetic that you’d been lusting after him for so long—but it was hard not to when he was built like a god reincarnated into a mortal’s body. God, it was unfair how effortlessly he looked good. Yeah, you were kidding yourself when you told yourself that there were only platonic feelings for Sam.  

You bookmarked the page you were on before tossing the closed book on the bed beside you. You slid off the bed and made your way to the table that Sam was sitting on. You stood behind him as you draped yourself over his back, your arms wrapping around him in a loose hug, and your head was right beside his, looking at the random article Sam had found on his laptop. 

You felt Sam huff a little laugh through his nose, clearly amused at you. You tried not to let the scent of mahogany, amber, citrus, and something that was clearly just Sam distract you. 

“Found anything?” You murmured as you nudged his head with yours like a cat would against your leg. 

“No.” Sam sighed out, leaning back and sinking into your embrace. The hand that was resting in his lap moved to rest on one of your forearms that was wrapped around him, his thumb slowly caressing the skin.  

You hummed as you thought about it. You ignored the sparks zipping through you at the feeling of Sam’s warm hand on you. 

“That’s probably a sign to take a break.” You pointed the obvious out to Sam. 

Sam sighed again. “We have to figure out what–”

“What the next seals are. I know Sam.” You finished his sentence for him as you let go of Sam and moved out from behind him. 

Sam looked unamused by the fact you cut him off, but you saw the corner of his mouth twitch slightly. He moved to type on the laptop, but you closed it before he could even touch it. 

“Nope,” You shook your head at Sam. “No more researching, you’ve been doing it since we finished the hunt here, and I want to hang out with my best friend without any interruptions or talk of the potential apocalypse, okay?” 

Sam’s jaw clenched. You could see the struggle in his eyes, but you stared down at him with your best puppy dog eyes, and your mouth formed into a slight pout. Sam’s eyes flickered quickly to your lips before meeting your pleading gaze. 

“Fine.” Sam conceded after he blinked and broke the staring contest between the two of you.

Your mouth pulled into a wide smile. “Great! I’m going to go shower and when I come out, you better not be on this laptop and have found a movie for the two of us to shit on okay?” 

Sam couldn’t help but smile at your infectious energy. “Sounds good.” 

You nodded at Sam before heading to your duffle at the foot of your bed, quickly grabbing your pajamas and going into the bathroom. The shower started, and you began to hum to yourself as you waited for the water to warm up.  

Sam kept his eyes trained on you until the bathroom door closed with a click. He glanced at his laptop before he shook his head. You always seemed to pull Sam out of his own head, which he was grateful for since this past year.

It weighed on him like a two-ton car on his shoulders. But you were like a soothing balm over the rough days that he dealt with when grappling with the blood addiction. Guilt brewed in his stomach, wanting to admit to you that he needed the stuff to feel stronger, but he wasn’t sure about how you would react, so he kept it to himself—letting the feeling slowly consume him. 

Sam got up from his seat and stretched out his stiff muscles. He didn’t know how long he was sitting there but could feel the ache in his shoulders and back from sitting on the uncomfortable chair. 

Sam sat at the foot of the bed you were lying on earlier and grabbed the remote, clicking through the channels on the shitty TV that the motel provided. 

You were out of the shower in no time, but as you strolled out of the bathroom, a scowl made its way onto your face. You hated that you recognized the back of the brunette’s head, and you could see the annoyed look that Sam etched into his face as he stared her down. 

“For fucks sake, is there not a day where we aren’t free from your bullshit?” You groaned as Ruby turned around at the sound of your exasperated tone. 

“Well, don’t you sound so happy to see me.” Ruby quipped with a mocking smirk on her face. 

You rolled your eyes at her as you crossed your arms over your clothed chest. Both Sam and Ruby’s eyes followed the movement, the action pulling the shirt taut over your chest and revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“What do you want, Ruby?” Sam asked, his voice carrying a roughness to it. 

“Can’t a girl drop by and say hi?” Ruby shrugged. Her question was innocent, but both you and Sam knew better. 

“Not when it’s you. Now what do you want?” 

Ruby put her hands up at your irritated tone. “Jeez, here I thought we were getting along.” 

You looked at her incredulously. “When have we ever gotten along?” 

Ruby had a dangerous gleam in her brown eyes—but before she could say anything, Sam moved in between the two of you, going behind you, grabbing your shoulders, and pulling you backward. You didn’t realize that you had been inching closer to her. Feeling Sam’s hands on your shoulders made you relax slightly, grounding you in the moment. 

Ruby looked on the scene with a smirk dancing on her lips. Oh, she was going to have some fun with this. 

“Okay, let’s just cool it for a second.” Sam saw the tension beginning to brew, and he really didn’t want to break up a fight between the two of you. “Ruby, if you don’t want or need anything, then leave.” 

Ruby pouted at Sam. “Awe, you want me to leave so soon?” 

“Yes!” You exclaimed, answering before Sam could. 

Sam squeezed your shoulders, signaling that you needed to calm down. 

“Ruby, Leave.” Sam’s tone was serious as he stared at her. He could feel his skin starting to crawl the longer she stayed, itching for a fix. Sam’s supply was running low, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it while you were in the room. 

“Ugh, the two of you are no fun.” She looked around the room, not making any moves to leave. “Where’s the third musketeer?” 

“He’s at the bar.” You spat out through gritted teeth. “Is that all you wanted to ask or are you just trying to waste our time?” 

“And what time am I wasting? It doesn’t look like you guys were doing anything important. Or did I interrupt something again like I did last time?” Ruby’s smile was coy and knowing as a mischievous glint passed through her eyes. 

“What-

“You didn’t. Now get out.” You quickly interrupted Sam, sending Ruby a glare that had the heat of a thousand suns. 

The smirk never slipped from Ruby’s lips. “Hmm. That’s not what you said when you were moaning like a whore while our pussies were grinding against each other.” 

The reaction from you and Sam was immediate. Your face flushed with heat while Sam’s hands slipped from your shoulders; shock rendered him speechless as his brain was trying to comprehend Ruby’s words. 

“Shut the fuck up.” You ground your teeth together and had to resist the urge to strangle Ruby and cover your flaming cheeks. Embarrassment flooded your veins, and you were grateful that Sam was standing behind you so you didn't see his reaction. 

Sam blinked in surprise and shock. His own mind betrayed him and conjured up an image of the two of you naked in bed and having sex. Sam had to clear his throat, looking away from the demon smirking in front of him, attempting to tamp down the growing arousal brewing in him at the thought. 

“I don’t know why you’re embarrassed, Sammy here is into the idea of it isn’t he?” Ruby asked as she moved closer to you, like a snake inching toward her prey, getting ready to strike. 

“Ruby.” Sam’s voice was stern, agitated by her words. He moved out from behind you and stood right next to you.  

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Sam.” Ruby met your eyes, an almost malicious smile on her lips at the sight of the frown on your face. “I’ve never seen the two of you come harder to the idea of fucking each other while you fuck me," Ruby said casually like you guys were having a casual chat at the coffee shop. 

Ruby was having fun. That much was sure as she saw the two of you shift uncomfortably right next to each other, refusing to look at the other. It was easy to rile you up, and if she played her cards right, the three of you were going to be in for a fun night. She just needed to push the right buttons.

Sam always took a little convincing, but with her blood on the table, he always cracked and fell to his knees before her. But with you here, Ruby had a feeling you didn’t approve or know about the blood addiction, so she was relying on you. She just had to push a little harder to get you to snap. 

Once you broke, Ruby was sure that Sam would follow in your footsteps. A shiver of anticipation went down her spine as she inched closer to the two of you, only a foot away from either of you. 

Ruby let out a little laugh. “Come on guys, there’s no need to be embarrassed, we’re all adults here, we can talk about sex and having it with each other.” 

“Christ, do you ever stop talking or do you just like hearing the sound of your own voice?” You snapped. You were beyond done with Ruby. 

You were mortified that Ruby just carelessly revealed that the two of you had slept with each other to Sam. You were planning on taking that secret to the grave. You didn’t care about the fact that Sam was sleeping with her; it was a well-known fact between everyone and their mother at this point. But you can’t deny how your stomach fluttered at the mention of Ruby mentioning you while she fucked Sam. 

“You know what exactly you can do to shut me up.” Ruby taunted, wanting you to take the bait.

You stared at her, your fists bawled at your side. You took a glance at Sam. Fuck it. You thought before lunging at her, pulling her into a biting kiss filled with teeth and tongue. Ruby couldn’t help but smirk against your lips and had to hold back the laugh that wanted to escape her at the stunned expression that appeared on Sam’s face. 

What the hell? Sam thought as he saw you lunge at Ruby—he was going to reach for you, thinking you were going to attack her, but faltered when he saw you planted your lips on hers, pulling her into a rough kiss.

Sam thought of himself as a respectful man—but he was a man at the end of the day, and seeing two beautiful people kiss in front of him sent a bolt of arousal down his spine as he felt his cock hardening in his jeans. 

It ended all too soon for Ruby. Her mouth opened to say something, but your hand covered it—smothering any words that threatened to spill from her lips. A fire glinted in your eyes as you shook your head at her before looking at Sam with a smirk.

“Want to help me out here? Since she wants us to shut her up so badly.” 

If you want out, you can leave. I’ll deal with her. You conveyed to Sam in a silent conversation when your eyes met his increasingly darkening gaze, the hazel of his eyes being swallowed up by his pupil. Sam sent you an almost imperceptible nod, making your smirk widen. 

Ruby saw the exchange between the two of you, and she smirked underneath your hand. This was easier than she expected. 

You moved your hand from her mouth, turning her around so her back was facing you. Your hand quickly grabbed the hair near the nape of her neck and pulled her head back roughly, exposing her neck to you and making her stare up at Sam, who was looking down at her with a filthy smirk. Ruby had to muffle the low groan that escaped her lips at the sudden manhandling coming from you and the scrape of your nails against her scalp. 

“You wanna show me how you shut her up? She talked a big game about how you fuck her face.” Your filter was thrown out of the window. Lust had taken the driver's seat of your mind and your words. 

Sam chuckled darkly in a tone you’d never heard before, and you could feel your underwear dampening at the sound. “Yeah, I can show you. She sucks cock like a slut.” 

You hummed. “I figured. That’s the only thing that mouth is good for right, Sammy? It's better used for sucking cock and eating pussy.” You leaned down and nipped at her neck.

Ruby let out a soft moan at the feeling of your lips on her neck before a louder moan at the sting of the pain of your teeth sinking into her neck. 

“Yeah it is.” He agreed, looking at the scene in front of him hungrily. “The only time she’s quiet is when she’s choking on my cock.” 

Ruby’s underwear was ruined. She could feel it as arousal flooded her veins as you and Sam talked about her as if she wasn’t in the room with the two of you. 

“Are you guys going to keep talking about shutting me up or actually do it?”  Ruby had to swallow a moan at the feeling of a harsh tug of her hair before she lurched forward and felt the rough carpet against her jean-covered knees. She had to brace herself, Ruby's hands fell to Sam's thighs—her face now being eye-level with Sam’s prominent bulge. 

Your eyes were trained on Ruby’s hands as they unbuckled Sam’s belt and flicked open the button on his jeans. Sam kicked them off as soon as they fell off of his hips, leaving him in shirts and his boxers. 

Ruby looked at him with wide eyes as she leaned in and kissed his cock through the thin fabric. She started to plant kisses along his bulge, licking at the damp spot at the front of his boxers.

His hand landed in her hair, grasping at the strands. “Don’t tease.” Sam growled out as he shoved her closer to his covered crotch. 

Ruby huffed but obeyed him anyway. Her hands grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, his cock springing out once they were off. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. It was long and thick, the tip ruddy and leaking, and it was begging to be sucked. 

Ruby licked her lips at the sight of it. It had been a while since she had sucked Sam off, and she couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to the sensitive tip, precum smearing on her bottom lip. 

Sam let a low groan escape his chest at the feeling and let out a soft sigh at the feeling of her warm mouth wrapping around his tip and slowly enveloping the rest of his shaft. 

You let out a low whistle at the sight of Ruby swallowing down Sam’s cock, her nose nestled at the trimmed patch of hair at the base of his dick, reminding Sam that you were still in the room with them. 

His eyes snapped open, not realizing that they had closed and met your blown-out eyes. 

“Come here.” Sam gestured for you to come closer to him, his voice thick with lust. 

Ruby’s mouth started to move on Sam’s dick, her tongue tracing the veins that were on his thick shaft as you moved closer to Sam. He grabbed you by the waist as soon as you were close to him and kissed you hard. It wasn’t as hard as you kissed Ruby, but it was still filled with tongue and passion. Sam moaned against your lips as Ruby started to suck his cock with fervor, eventually making him part from your lips to look down at her—making you follow his gaze. 

“Wow, she really is a cocksucking slut.” You saw how eager she was on his dick, moving her head rapidly, spit pooling at the corner of her mouth as her mouth hollowed around him. 

You saw her hand reach for the rest of him that couldn’t fit in her mouth, but you acted fast, grabbing her hands and pinning them to the small of her back, going on your knees behind her. 

You clicked your tongue at her. “You’re gonna let him fuck your face like the good demon whore that you are.” You murmured into her ear as you squeezed her wrists. 

Ruby let out a low moan around Sam at your words, a groan escaping his mouth at the feeling of the vibrations around his dick, increasing the pleasure he was indulging in. Sam gathered her hair in one of his hands and started to thrust his hips, shoving his cock further down her throat. 

You kept her hands pinned to her back as you shuffled to the side of the both of them, the room filled with the sound of Sam’s pleasured grunts and groans alongside the occasional gag and shlick noises coming from Ruby’s mouth. 

It was pure debauchery as you watched Sam fuck Ruby’s face. Your underwear was ruined at this point—your pussy practically pulsating with need, but you could care less. You wanted to see Ruby get a taste of her own medicine for once. 

Ruby was in pure bliss right now. She didn’t feel the need to use her abnormal strength at all. Ruby was right where she wanted as she savored the taste of Sam on her taste buds. All she wanted next was to taste you. 

You used your free hand to shove your hand in her jeans, feeling her wetness through her underwear. “Shit, she’s soaked. Should have known you’d like being used like this.” You jeered at her as you pressed at her clit through her soaked panties. 

Ruby whined at the feeling of her clit being stimulated and ground her hips into your hand, wanting more friction. You let her, pressing harder against her as you rubbed her through her wet underwear.  

Sam started to fuck her face harder, pushing her face down his cock until he was fully sheathed into her mouth and holding her there. You could see her throat bulging with his length. 

You couldn’t help but groan at the sight and rubbed at Ruby harder. “Fuck, that’s hot.” You muttered as you heard Ruby gag around his dick. 

Sam was breathing harshly at the feeling of Ruby swallowing around his cock. “Such a good mouth, fuck!” He noticed how her hips were moving as your hand was shoved down her pants. “You liked being used by us don’t you?” 

Sam let go of her completely, letting her take a breath, a cough escaping her before it turned into a high-pitched moan. Your hand made its way underneath her panties and shoved two fingers into her sopping cunt—you were met with no resistance since she was leaking profusely. 

Ruby nodded in response, but Sam gripped her chin with his free hand. “Words.” He demanded. 

“Y-yes,” Ruby said through a broken moan. You had brushed against her g-spot and began to attack her neck with your lips. 

Sam used the opportunity of her open mouth and guided her back onto his cock, pistoning his hips at a slower pace than before but hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. 

You could feel her start to clench around your fingers as she moved her hips in tandem with your fingers. Before her orgasm could crest and overtake her, you signaled to Sam, and the both of you pulled away from her completely.

Ruby let out a pitiful whine as she stared up at the two of you through wet eyes. She looked fucked out with her pink lip gloss smeared all over her face, her mascara beginning to smudge and smear down her cheeks as Ruby glared up at the two of you. 

You couldn’t help but smirk at how wrecked she looked. You locked eyes with and sucked her slick from your fingers before turning to Sam and kissing him. He quickly reciprocated the kiss, his tongue diving into your mouth and groaning at the mixed taste of just purely you and Ruby’s arousal on your tongue. 

You quickly broke the kiss—a string of saliva connected the two of you before it broke. You both turned back to Ruby, matching predatory looks in either of your eyes. Ruby felt her stomach fall as you gestured for her to stand up. She stood on shaky legs before you pulled her into you, grabbing another fistful of hair and making her look up at you. 

A smirk that could rival her own black soul pulled at your lips. “Time to learn your lesson about showing up without any warning.” You let go of her and pushed her towards the bed. “Strip.” Your tone left no room for an argument.

“Are you going to let her boss you around too?” Ruby couldn’t help but take a jab at Sam. 

You raised your eyebrow at her, sharing a quick look with Sam. Then, with an unexpected speed for a man his size, Sam lunged at Ruby— pinning her to the bed with a hand around her throat. 

Sam glared down at Ruby. “You know I was going to let you come around my cock. But you had to be a brat.” Sam shook his head, acting disappointed. “We both call the shots tonight, you don’t, so strip.”

Sam looked back at you. “You too.” He ordered before letting go of Ruby and began to shed his shirt, shucking off the brown button-up before taking off the grey v-neck he had—leaving him standing naked in the warm lighting that the lamps of the motel room provided. 

You couldn’t help but stare at the expanse of his tanned skin as you took off the shirt and pajama shorts you changed into after you had showered, leaving you as bare as the day you were born.

Both of you approached the bed from opposite sides. The roles had reversed. Ruby was the prey now, left naked in the middle of the bed, her chest heaving with anticipation as you and Sam had become the predators and waiting for the right time to strike. You and Sam started to plant kisses on her bare skin. Your lips trailed across her chest as Sam’s lips moved down her stomach, moving in between her legs. 

Your hands went to her breasts, squeezing at the soft flesh as your mouth covered hers, kissing her sloppily as Sam began to kiss at her clit softly before swiping his tongue through her slit and spearing her on his stiffened tongue. 

Ruby broke the kiss, letting a moan erupt from deep in her chest as the heat in her lower stomach started to brew again. You began to pinch and twist at her nipples, biting and nipping at the soft skin of her neck and chest, letting her whines and moans fill your ears. 

Sweat began to coat her skin as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She felt like there were hands all over her body, gripping her thighs, her boobs, and her hips. Ruby could feel herself getting closer. She could almost taste her climax, but so could Sam. 

He pulled away from Ruby’s cunt. It was glistening from the mix of his spit and her slick, flushed, and her clit swollen from how Sam wrapped his lips around it and sucked at it. Ruby let out a frustrated cry, making you chuckle into her neck.

You pulled away from her, and one of your hands left her chest to caress her wet cheek, wiping at the stray tear. “You’ll come. Just until we think you deserve it, okay?” You cooed at her sweetly, but your words carried an undertone of authority. 

“Sam’s going to fuck you and I’m going to sit on your face.” You explained to Ruby with a gentle smile on your face, patting her flushed cheek before you and Sam moved. 

You hovered over her face, your back to the headboard as Sam wrenched her legs apart and teased her with his cock swiping through her slit, tapping his head on her clit teasingly—a low whine escaping her as her cunt clenched around nothing. 

“Use your words. What do you want?” Sam taunted, hearing her whine as his cock prodded at her entrance, the tip threatening to slip inside. 

Ruby ground her teeth together. She slowly regretted letting the two of you hold the power in this situation. Your wet cunt was hovering over her face, and Ruby’s mouth watered, remembering the unique taste of your arousal from the last time you sat on her face and rode it. 

She was aching to be filled by Sam’s cock. “Put your cock in me and sit on my face.” Ruby huffed, her voice strained with want. 

“What’s the magic word?” You couldn’t help but tease Ruby. She was being a brat, so this was warranted in your mind. 

“Please, please fill me up and ride my face.” Ruby broke, and she really didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to come. 

You looked at Sam. “If that’s what she wants.” You had a smirk as you shrugged, lowering yourself on her face. 

The soft sigh that you let out turned into a low moan as the vibrations of Ruby’s moan echoed through you and into your cunt as she started to eat you out, her hands finding purchase on your hips. You stared at how Ruby’s pussy stretched around Sam’s cock, and he let out the sexiest groan once he was fully seated inside of her. 

Sam started to move at a fast pace, giving Ruby no time to adjust to his size as he shoved his dick deeper and harder into her. You let yourself go as you rode her face, eyes fell shut at the feeling of her sucking at your clit—you were pinching at your nipples, sending more sparks of pleasure to your lower belly, letting the warmth bloom throughout your body. 

Your eyes snapped open at the feeling of Sam caressing your sides, moving your hands away from your breasts to knead and holding them in his big hands. You couldn’t help but lean forward, trying to keep your cunt connected with Ruby’s mouth and kissing Sam. 

You were obsessed with the taste of Ruby lingering in his mouth as your tongues danced with each other. Your hand fell and started to rub at Ruby’s swollen clit, making her squeal into your pussy. 

“Maybe we should have done this sooner. Her mouth feels so against me.” You panted into Sam’s mouth. 

Sam let out a breathless chuckle. “She liked that, clenched around me so tight when you said that. You like that? Us using you like our little fucktoy?” 

A muffled moan left her, and you smiled wickedly at Sam as your hips rutted harder down on her face. “Yeah, she does. The best part about this is that we can do as much as we want to her, and she won’t break.” 

Sam’s hips stuttered slightly. “Fuck, she’s clenching around me so tight. She’s close.” 

“Sam, stop.” 

He obeyed, stilling inside of her, and she whined against your pussy, stopping her ministrations. You slapped at her tit when you felt her tongue stop moving against you. 

“I didn’t say you could stop.” 

Ruby internally rolled her eyes at you but continued to eat you out, shoving her tongue in you and fucking you with it. You let out a moan but tried to compose yourself as you gestured for Sam to pull out of Ruby. He looked at you confused but pulled out of her anyway. 

You quickly leaned down, resting your hands against Ruby’s thighs before taking Sam in your mouth, and your eyes rolled back at the mixed taste of Sam and Ruby. 

“Fuck me. Shit, your mouth is so good, taking me in your mouth so well f’me pretty girl.” 

You preened at the praise from Sam, spending some time sucking his cock while letting the coil get tighter and tighter in you as Ruby used her mouth on you.  

As much as you didn’t want to, you lifted off of her face and pulled your mouth away from Sam. You were getting close as well, but you wanted to come around Sam’s cock. You moved your way down Ruby’s body, settling in between her legs and face-to-face with her pussy. 

“Doing so well for us Ruby, such a good little whore. You can come whenever Sam says you can?” You said as you started to softly rub at her clit with your thumb. 

Ruby didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to come already. Ruby was so close to an orgasm that time, but she was at the mercy of you and Sam. This may have backfired on her, but maybe it was for the better. 

You threw a coy smile over your shoulder at Sam, your hips swaying as an invitation as you spread your knees apart, revealing your pussy to him. Sam swiped his fingers through your wet slit before bringing his slick-coated fingers to his mouth and tasting you. 

“You taste good.” He said once his fingers were cleaned. Sam moved to eat you out, but you stopped him. 

“Next time, I want to feel you fill me up.” You promised as you sent him a slightly pleading look. 

You really wanted to be filled—you had been clenching around nothing all night, and you wanted to feel him for days after tonight. Sam nodded and gripped your hips while your face dipped down, and you licked a broad stripe up Ruby’s slit, your fingers entering her as your mouth wrapped around the bundle of nerves. 

You moaned into Ruby’s cunt as Sam stretched you out with his cock—the satisfying pinch of pain bled into pleasure as he filled you up. You swore you could feel him in your stomach, and the feeling intensified as he started to move. 

You tried to finger and eat out Ruby to the best of your ability as Sam fucked you, and sparks of pleasure zipped up your spine. 

Sam wouldn’t have imagined this happening in a million years. This was something that only played out in his fantasies, but fuck was he going to enjoy and wring out every drop of pleasure he could. His hands gripped your hips hard as he pistoned into you. 

“So tight around me, fuck, you feel so good.” Sam praised as he leaned over and planted kisses on your spine. 

You barely heard Sam’s praises over Ruby’s constant babbling and whining, filled with yeses and pleases and a mix of your names blending together in her garbled speech. 

“Can I come? Please!” Ruby begged, feeling her eyes well up in frustrated tears. She was so close but held back, not wanting to disobey either of you and have her orgasm ruined for the fourth time. 

Sam could feel you were getting close too—hell, he was on the verge of it as well. Your pussy was practically choking his cock as he brushed against the spongy spot that only Ruby and yourself could find. 

“Yeah, shit, you can come,” Sam ordered Ruby, and she all but broke apart on your fingers and mouth. You tried to work her through her orgasm, but you were distracted by Sam now rubbing at your sensitive clit while thrusting harder into you. Your forehead came to rest on her still convulsing pussy as you fell apart Sam’s cock. 

“Where?” He managed to say through gritted teeth, having held back his orgasm to let you get through yours, but with how you were pulsing around him, Sam was close to releasing you. 

“A-all over us.” You managed to say before Sam pulled out.

You lay beside Ruby as Sam got on his knees with you guys on the bed and started to stroke his cock rapidly with your lingering arousal as lube. He came with a long groan, spurts of his cum landing on both your and Ruby’s tits and chests as you both looked up at him. 

Sam’s breathing was harsh as he let go of his spent cock. He cursed underneath his breath when he saw you collect some of his cum and tasted it for yourself. You hummed at the taste. He was a little salty, but nothing too bad. You turned to the demon next to you and kissed her, your tongue coated in Sam’s essence. 

Sam’s cock twitched at the sight. It was really hot, but he knew he had to wait until he could get going. 

You pulled away from Ruby. “Learned your lesson yet?” You asked with a smirk on your lips, caressing her cheek with your free hand. 

A mischievous glint passed through her brown eyes. “I might need another lesson to ram it home.” 

You tore your eyes away from Ruby to look at Sam. Your gazes met, and a silent conversation passed between the two of you. 

“Round two it is.” You said, still looking at Sam before turning back to Ruby and straddling her. 

Ruby saw the dangerous look flash in your eye and saw the matching look in Sam’s eyes. She knew she was in for a very long night. 

[celticcatgirl2]

Red Streak buddies!!!

[2000skid4ever]

Dk announcer voice pack in my version of the universal showdown (exclusive to Nintendo consoles)

[heartlilith]

WHAT THE VENUS SIGNS REMIND ME OF

🩷Oddly specific things I think about when I hear ______ venus

Aries Venus: Summer, rubies, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, rollercoasters, fast cars, the color red, vampire fangs, Saturday nights, liquor stores and gas stations, fireworks, sour candy, cool bic lighters, “you’re mine”, Mario Kart, boys who wear nail polish, fuck it energy, oversized sweatshirts, middle finger emoji, cherries

Taurus Venus: Satin pillowcases, white candles, pearls, mirrors, hand holding, walking someone home at night, vinyls, red lipstick, full lips, fancy dinner dates, the wine and dine, old romantic movies, wallets and purses, hotels, French manicures, old money, “I won’t get on my knees for no man”

Gemini Venus: Driving around at night listening to music, reading to someone, comedy shows, mimosas, Samantha from Sex and the City, libraries, nerd kink, hot teachers/student kink, emerald green, laughter, swing sets, looking out of the window and just watching, untied shoelaces, dogs and puppies, dad jokes

Cancer Venus: Soft feather pillows, a bowl of warm soup, a bubble bath, tears and running mascara, babies and how babies laugh, poetry, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be”, hot tubs, hot coffee, teddy bears, heartbeats, soft hands & skin, lotion, bagels and cream cheese, doodling in your journal

Leo Venus: Lip gloss, mojitos, getting drunk at brunch, diamond tennis bracelets, drunk texts you regret sending later, the block button, lonely nights, shooting stars, blowing bubbles, piggy back rides, art museums, glittery eyeshadow, jumparoos, birthday parties

Virgo Venus: Taking a shower, Dove soap, smooth skin, symmetry, butterflies, the smell of books, getting a facial or going to the spa, chicken caesar salads, the good tasting water, chunky headphones, acoustic guitar, running errands, getting your eyebrows done, neat handwriting, neutral colors, sushi

Libra Venus: Blush, dimples, Y2K fashion, Hello Kitty, makeup skills, those little hand mirrors, princes and princesses, cupcakes, pedicures, Margaritas, taking pictures, art, castles, Disney movies, daisies, spin the bottle, cartwheels, soft hair, bubblegum, skincare, watermelon and pineapple

Scorpio Venus: Psychology, neck tattoos, “until death do us part”, Kings & Queens, snakes, sacred sex, chess, secrets, hickeys, the feeling after you stay up all night, the feeling of being at a concert, roses, knives, tequila shots, legs intertwined, dirty martinis, sparklers, Avril Lavigne, fantasy books, true crime and dark history

Sagittarius Venus: Clouds, rock climbing, rappers, Hip Hop and R&B, going on vacation, açaí bowls and fresh fruit, sun kissed/radiant skin, the color yellow, retreats, history, yoga and Pilates, spicy food, “it is what it is”, curly hair, the smell of weed, casinos, the last day of school, Las Vegas

Capricorn Venus: Leather, red wine, the cow pattern, cowgirl boots, the color brown, espresso, dark chocolate, briefcase of money like in the movies, the movie Scarface, whiskey on the rocks, bosses, owls, turtle necks, caramel, wearing suits, lingerie, business, New York City

Aquarius Venus: Lightbulbs, telescopes and microscopes, LED lights, hamsters, college parties, glitter, peace signs, 70s concerts, food trucks, skipping school, “fuck it”, diving in the pool, the beach at night, disco balls, getting detentions in school

Pisces Venus: Mermaids, kittens, cartoons and Disney princesses, champagne, Webkinz, little kid stories like Goldilocks, 3 Little Pigs, Hansel and Gretel, clear glittery lip gloss, holographic, snowmen and icicles, swimming in the pool, flower gardens, glow sticks , picnics, bumblebees, sand castles, elementary art class, 3D movies

Book a Reading 🩷

Masterlist 🩷

[kissingraine]

would u ever consider writing for the stealth yautja from Killer of Killers?👀

TAKE THIS AND RUN—

No proofread (bcs I can't afford a proofreader) also, multiple parts! I reached the word limit😬💔

CONTENT WARNING; 18+, xenophilia, scent marking, oral (f receiving—yes he has a tongue), size diff, overstim, belly bulging, Oni protecting you (read: stalking)

First Love/Late Spring — Oni x Geishaf!Reader

• Shadows have long since followed you ever since you became a geisha. Other girls praised you for learning the shamisen quickly and often joked that it made up for your lack of conversational skills. It's not because you can't talk, you have countless topics for conversation starters. No matter how weird they may seem to the customers. It's because you have no idea how to react to the want of a young lord or the fact that they would want you for your body. Your earlier years were spent under the berating words of your drunkard father who reminded you daily that no one ever wanted you. Not even him. You had grown used to words like knives that cut emotional scars into your chest then.

• When he sold you to the Kurogane teahouse in late spring to earn money, fully intending for you to become a yujo—the madam mentioned that such a frail body wouldn't be cut out for that kind of work so she turned him away. She turned him away and took you in. That was the first time you ever felt wanted by someone other than your alleged father. Now he's just another man to you. People like those didn't deserve names or be remembered, the madam of Kurogane house would tell you nightly.

• The nearby daimyos preferred you and other courtesans when it came to entertainment. You played the shamisen well though not one of his colleagues could ever hold a conversation with you, your head always lowered as you strummed the strings carefully. Their lord preferred that. Until one day you witnessed a scene that no one should ever have. The quest for land and power had grown stronger each day. So too did the bodies. You didn't mean to exist there in the right place at the wrong time. Where other girls have fled, you remain frozen in place and your face nearly pressed into the tatami matted floors.

• Maybe the daimyo didn't see you. Or pretended not to. The only thing that snapped you out of that fear-stricked haze was the sound of the door sliding open then close. You were spared, but not for long.

That's when you'd first met him.

• A failed third attempt at your life and you mourned it with a single red camellia hairpiece situated in your hair. The air thick with fog and moonlight, your geta shoes resounding against stone steps with each movement forward. A lantern being your only source of light. You had ran from the teahouse, unsure if you should even return and risk the entire establishment. Thinking maybe you should've been struck by that sword that night. Those short endeavors by assassins ruined by a mysterious force. At first you were thankful for luck siding with you. Until the second one came and this time in a display so gruesome it took you and the girls weeks just to scrub everything out.

• They surmised a murderer had been set free. A bloodthirsty killer with an obsession for spines. They moved you to another room then, turned the old one into a storage closet. It could have been a ronin because cuts so clean like those didn't belong to something so simple as a knife-wielding man. Then: a soft thud makes itself known to you. A gurgle. A wet sound before silence ensues.

You turn and see it.

Blood splatter that hovered in midair.

• It defied reason. A spatter suspended in the night, floating before you as though the air itself had bled. Like a will-o’-wisp. Made of crimson. Your breath caught. Taking a step closer, heart pounding in your throat like a drum. That light of the lantern flickered against it—ruby droplets glistening over... nothing?

No. Not nothing. Something.

• The blood had stuck to a shape. A silhouette in the air. Faintly shimmering. Massive. Towering over you while its presence hummed, like the low resonance of a thunder held in check. Never had you been more resentful of your instincts until now. But it's like you're possessed when your hand lifts before you can think. Slow. Reverent. You reached out and touched it. The smear of blood is warm under your fingertips. Moving, it smears across skin? Not flesh, however. Something tougher. Hot, ridged, almost armored. Even though your hand trembles, you continue to feel.

• Feel until the shape inhales and so do you. More out of shock than an unconscious movement. A patch of color begins to spread under your hand, spreading across a surface and in multiple places. The light catches on plated muscle, tarnished silver armor—one you've never seen before, and thick strands of hair decorated with rings that sprawl across broad shoulders. Ending just below its collarbone. Its gaze glared right down at you through a steel mask. A man- no. Evil spirit? An eight-foot-tall demon? Whatever it was, your fingers were still pressed against its chest. Heel of your palm to midriff.

• You didn't scream. Couldn't. But you flinched when its head moved. Staring up at him as your palm remained slick with blood and rested on the strange, mesh covered torso of something utterly not human. This... being, never shared a word with you but it would listen. Intently. To every word you spoke as if entranced. Was this the one who had been chasing off your pursuers? All ending in a bloodbath whose process you didn't want to know? You wiped down the smear with a handkerchief and he let you once you apologized for touching him so carelessly. Not that he seemed to mind.

“I've known many hunters,” you said, eyes fixated on that strange mask. “But none who watched from the trees like a kami.” A few clicks was all you got. Low. Almost a purr.

• That night your cheeks flushed from reasons unknown, just that the proximity of this beast and you felt like something deep inside your chest was finally waking up. No matter how ugly it was, you didn't have the strength to push it back down. Not when he lowered himself on one knee just to meet your gaze. He could've killed you. But didn't and instead decided to protect you. Not one man had kneeled for you like he did and maybe it was wishful thinking but you finally felt like someone else. You know who you were. A performer. A listener. Keeper of too many secrets. A woman whose value was often misjudged—and whose dignity had angered the wrong man.

• But that fateful evening, under the witness of clear starry skies. You were just you. You returned to the teahouse eventually and confined yourself to your room. Looking back on that moment once every few moments. What if he had killed those men to save you for the last? For reasons you don't know. And you know there must be something very wrong with you to wish that he had. That's why you offered to leave a light every time he'd hunt your shadows. Under the pretense that it was to thank him, not so that he'd find your room quicker.

• It was foolish to think that a single meeting would render you so smitten. Even the thought made you recoil. But what word would be able to describe the way you stand under the old plum tree nightly? As if waiting for someone. You convinced yourself at one point that it's just to bask in the evening breeze. After all, the moon was exceptionally beautiful these past few nights. And just when you thought you had been able to regularly meet clients, his presence comes back to haunt you. The grass barely stirs as a presence stands behind you.

• You look over your shoulder and there he was. Heart nearly leaping out of your throat, sleeves lifting to shield his shape from the veranda's view. “You shouldn't be here,” you whispered urgently. “Someone might see—” He leans in and your breath catches. The long armed weapon in his grip placed against the trunk of the plum tree. It does little to distract you when he lowers his head to your throat. Not fast. Not aggressive. Just deliberately controlled. You hear the hiss of something opening and then you freeze. The sensation of his breath, hot and even, ghosting along your jaw.

• Hands curling in your sleeves. You can hear his nostrils flaring. Smelling you. Scenting you. Could feel as he dragged his face just above your skin, from beneath your ear to the curve of your throat. Slow and possessive. You stiffen at the thought—then trembled. The contact indirect, his skin never touched yours but it didn't have to. You didn't know when your hands were finally lowered towards his shoulders just shy of resting them on him. He presses something against the side of your neck and you swallow the squeak that threatens to leave your lips. It's not a weapon. But it excreted heat and a thick musk. A subtle, but alien fluid that brushes against your skin in a quick swipe.

• The scent immediately struck you with a gasp. Rich. Dense. It made you slightly stagger back with parted lips. “You... marked me?” He pulls back—mask clicking into place and tilts his head in that same curious manner, stance unwavering and tall under the tree. Fully visible under the moonlight filtering through the leaves. A predator laying claim. You swallow.

“I'm not your prey,” you insisted but your voice betrayed you. Soft. Throat-tight.

• He steps forward again, slowly. Shadow stretching over you due to his towering figure. Another click. Not a warning or a threat. An affirmation. That, yes, you aren't prey. You were never supposed to be. Asking him if he was trying to protect you only made take another step until your back was pressed against the plum tree. You had to tilt your chin up to keep looking at his face. Or a lack thereof. Trapped. But you didn't resist. A low purr rolling off him in waves when your breath hitches.

• Low, thrumming, barely audible to people who weren't within three meters from him. But you felt it in your chest. Body answering with a flutter you hadn't expected. Your knees weakened, a wetness forming between your thight and heat pooling low within your stomach. This time, he leaned so close your breaths mingled. Forehead brushing against yours while your breathing stuttered. The intent behind his actions was searing. With parted lips, he steps back and the pressure vanishes. With him alongside it. He was cloaked in a shimmer of refracted light, leaving only the deep musk on your throat and the ghost of his warmth.

• And you stood there for what seemed like a long time, you hadn't noticed you'd been barefoot in the grass, body flushed and trenbling. You lift a hand and brushed the back of your knuckles to inhale the scent on your skin. Owned. But not broken. Claimed yet not lessened. Next time, you'll leave the door open.

Next

[hannahdalaney-blog]

A Ruby

Anthony Bridgeton x plus-size reader

warning: none! pure fluff maybe a little risky thoughts but just one of two// fem reader

summary: Anthony purposes!! a lot of build up to it but its cute. Anthony is down bad for reader. Switches p.o.v

/// my x readers are confident in themselves for the most part, this reader is a little insecure about her personality. just for a second tho

Being in your second year of the marriage mart has proven to be rather dull. Party after party man after man. You were rather popular amongst the ton, your dance card always full. But no one had a marriage proposal for you yet. It was quite disappointing to say the least.

"It's my turn, yes?" Anthony Bridgerton, your a friend of Bridgerton house Daphne helped you in your first year. Her mama and the family seem to have taken a liking to you.

"So it is my lord." you take his held out hand sliding your glove across his skin. Taken to the floor guided by Mr. Bridgerton peoples stares feel like little knives in your skin.

"How is your season going?" he spoke so casually with you.

"Rather disappointing my lord." you sigh. It was hard to talk in a dance but for some reason he had always tried.

"Something the matter?" you glance around the room taking the time that your pulled apart to think. Then he was back his look of concern stuck on his face.

"I seem to be popular don't I?" he nods while being pulled away again.

"But I have yet to get a proposal, it leaves me to wonder what i'm missing." and then the music stopped but Anthony stayed in place, his thumb gliding over your knuckles.

"I think it is the men at fault, you seem perfectly fine." he smiled and finally walked you off the floor. You would have thought he has taken a liking to you but he always spoke to you like this. His mother raised him well, and while she knew you didn't need it she asked him to dance with you at every party.

"Thank you Mr. Brigerton." a small smile on your face. He must have forgotten to let go of your hand because he doesn't, he takes you over to his family who seemed to be crowding one spot. You pull your hand out of his ignoring how he looks at you. It would give his family the wrong impression he had to have known that.

"Mrs. Bridgerton what a lovely gown!" you beam, she was a very nice and strong woman anyone with that many children is. She turns away from the Bridgerton circle smiling widely.

"Yes, you as well!" She sounded a little nervous.

"What are you doing?" Anthony spoke up his voice a little stern.

"Nothing we were just talking..." The group behind her fell apart smiling at their brother.

"Brother! Done with your dance already?" Colin spoke up looking between the two of you.

"Of course." Anthonys brows untwist themselves.

"um if you don't mind my lord I must be going." You look around to see your mama calling you over.

"You must?" he sounds almost pleading, it sends a wave of heat up your spine.

"Yes my mama seems to have a hand in filling up my card." you look at her while she's talking to another suitor, she wanted nothing more than to see you married.

"Yes.." he nods and you say your goodbyes. They really were a sweet family it's such a shame you couldn't marry into it. Just the thought alone made you smile but of course that will never happen.

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"Tonight was not the night brother?" Benedict's hand clasps around his brother's tense shoulder.

"No we barely spoke, her mother is relentless." he glares at the woman. She has yet to stop looking for a match even though you are doing well enough on your own. Truth be told he was the one behind your lack of proposals if he had it his way other men wouldn't even look at you. But he needed to buy himself time to ask for your hand and to make sure you would take his.

"All of them are." Benedict was the only one he informed about his plans.

"Everything would fall in place soon." he smiled never taking his eyes off you for very long. The rest of the night he watched you dance with other men clenching his fist if they grazed your skin.

He supposed he shouldn't blame you for trying to find a match but in his mind you were already his. Your skin was so soft and practically glows, your pinned up hair exposing your neck. He wouldn't dare to think about lower than that, he was a gentleman.

When he lies in his bed his mind still wonders to you. He should have asked you on your first year in the marriage mart but he didn't know what he felt then. Daphne brought you home giggling girls walking hand and hand. How could he not fall in love with you the more he got to know you the more smart, kind, and beautiful he found you to be. Sure you were more of a woman than some but that didn't lead him astray.

Waking from his dreams (of you of course) he heard a very familiar laugh. He made himself presentable as quickly as he could trying to look charming. What are you doing here? Though he didn't mind seeing you as soon as he opened his eyes, he would have preferred you in the bed with him but still. He followed the sound of your voice leading him to the drawing room he cracked the door open just to make sure it was really you.

You sat across from his mother a tea cup in your pretty hands. He cleared his throat as he walked into the room amused by your little jump. His mother greeted him with a smile and so did you placing the tea cup on the table.

"Anthony! I thought you were still sleeping." Mother stood from her seat coming for a hug he thought, but she went for the snack table instead.

"I would have been here sooner if I had known we had company." he comes to sit next to you on the couch taking the opposite side.

"It's just me my lord." you spoke up, he frowned.

"Yes I see it is you." he looks you up and down admiring the lovely emerald green dress you wore.

"Well I invited her over because Daphne said she would be here." Mother sits back down placing a plate in front of you, she filled it up with snacks.

"Then where Is she." he looked from you to the plate then leaned forward taking a biscuit off the plate. He really just wanted to get a little closer.

"Those aren't for you." his mother warns.

"She doest mind." he smiles slouching back into his corner of the couch. Mother roles her eyes he should be nothing but a perfect gentleman but it was entertaining to annoy his mother.

"Maybe I should have come later in the day, it seems she may take awhile." you ignore his pleading eyes keeping yours on his mother's.

"No, I enjoy having you here. The children are busy these days." he could see your body relax.

"Busy being married." Daphne interrupts the room.

"Daphne!" you stand making your way toward his sister. He wished he had more time to speak with you but Daphne was here and the two of you rarely separate.

He watched as you hugged and laughed with her, who knew he would be jealous of his own sister. You dragged her over to the couch wedging her between you and him. And while he can listen to you talk for hours he says his goodbyes waving off his sister's objections.

----

"so any new proposals?" you shake your head.

"No proposals at all." you sigh, it was vexing to no end. What could be so off about you that you couldn't get a least one proposal.

"That's strange there must be at least one?" you shake your head again.

"I must have a terrible personality." a small laugh escapes your lips.

"I don't think that's it, I keep good company." she smiles.

"Well I don't know what it is then." you huff slumping into the couch. Mama wanted you married this season she said to dull yourself down. She must think it was your strong personaitly as well.

"I'm sure this season will prove to have more luck." you scoff.

"It has to, i'm the last one to marry." every one of your siblings has a family of their own leaving you alone to your parents lecturing.

"Everything will work out." Mrs. Bridgerton chimes in, honestly you forgot she was there.

"Yes. So Daphne how's your...husband?" you wanted to deflect from your failed season.

"Well even though I know it's just to stop talking about you it's going quite well." she goes on to talk about her happy marriage and the very exciting news of her expecting.

Seeing Daphne was a nice reminder that you should push extra hard this season. Daphne spent the day with you but you left before dinner saying your goodbyes to the family. Every single one of them was a reflection of their mother whether they know or not.

Going back home was always a quick ride, you lived just around the corner. In two days there's another ball and in those two days you will change yourself. You are going to be married this season no matter what.

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"You should hurry with your proposal." Anthony leaned back in his chair. He's been working in his office trying to ignore the urge to see you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." she crossed the room standing in front of his desk.

"She thinks there's something wrong with her." he frowned. He was taking to long he knew that but he wanted everything to be perfect.

"I'm going to ask soon don't worry." he dismissed her waving his hand around.

"You must haste, before someone else does." he glared at his overly observant sister. Then she left the room abandoning him in a deafening silence. He should ask for your hand after the next ball he'll pull your mother and you aside and just ask. Of course he would ask your father first but he was overseas and he couldn't wait another day.

He stayed awake going over the made up scenarios again and again. He should look his absolute best not a hair out of place, he was sure you would look just as good. Not that he has ever seen you in a bad state. He would have to ask Mother for her ring tomorrow. Even through the crippling anxiety he was rather ecstatic to marry. He would have to have the ring sized. (and he ofc knows which size to get.)

Then as soon as he blinked the ball was here. He had made sure to get the ring so now all he needed was his breath taking bride. A smile plastered on his face the whole way there. When he saw you it knocked all the air out of his lungs. You were wearing his favorite color a beautiful purple with many little lavernder flowers along the bottom. Your neck line was square showing off your blinding neckless, your gloves were a silk dark purple reaching just past your elbows.

You must know how your dress would make all the blood rush to his head, you had to be doing this on purpose. He got to your side as quick as he could allow himself. Tonight was your night he needed to be the perfect gentleman.

"You look lovelier than usual." he keeps his hands behind his back. You jump a little but turn away from the snack table, a half eaten eclair still in your hand.

"Thank you, mother let me pick my dress for this evening." you look down at yourself then back up at him so quickly it made him dizzy.

"Well you have fine taste." he leaned a little closer than socially acceptable. "I was wondering if I could have a word." he watched as your breast rise and fall quicker than before he leaned in.

"yes of course my lord." he leaned back smiling as wide as he knew how.

"Honey! What are you doing over here?" your mother rushed over taking the eclair from you placing it back on the table.

"I'm speaking with lord Bridgerton." your mother nods in his direction but doesn't look at him.

"Yes, well I have a gentleman over there who would love to speak with you." your mother smiles and turns you to look at the rather plain looking man across the room.

"Actually I would like to speak with you, if I may." you both look at him now, you look a lot like your mother at least in this moment.

"Yes of course! I would be delighted. Why don't you go talk to lord Salon, dear." she pushed you away. You look back but continue on anyways.

"What would you like to speak about Mr. Bridgerton." she put on the best smile she could but kept glancing at you.

"I would like to ask for your permission to Marry your daughter." her mouth hung open for a while.

"If you will have me of course." he added and her face lit up.

"Yes! Yes we would love- I mean I will have to tell her father! And her dowery may not be as much as we would like-" she starts rambling but her smile never leaves, her hands flying around.

"That's no problem we have money, I just need her." he turns to look at you.

"Ah i'm so excited!" he hugged him squeezing him a little.

"If you don't mind I would like to ask her as well." she breaks away shooing him toward you.

"go, go !" he practically runs to you and when he reaches you your already turning to him.

----

"Did I do something to upset Mr. Bridgerton?" Lord Salon eyes widen at the seemingly angry man rushing toward you. You turn to him watching the room as he pulls you away.

"Lord Bridgerton?" you ask, the way he was smiling made you a little scared.

"Lady Y/L/N, will you marry me?" you twist your brows and feel your hands already sweating.

"Excuse me?" he pulls out a ring and takes your hand sliding the ring on your finger;It fit perfectly

"I would love for you to join my family, for us to start a new family. I have watched and waited for what feels like forever just to get this chance. You have sparked something inside me something I can not live without." he brings his left hand up to your face brushing his hand across your cheek.

"I-uh.." you start laughing a little, your eyes starting to water. "I will- I will marry you Lord Bridgerton." and then the room rips into cheers and claps. You gasp at the sound forgetting you were even in the public eye.

"I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world." he whispered in your ear before turning you to face the crowd holding his hand in yours

[freakyahhblog]

★ my name is ruby

★ my time zone is CST

★ my pronouns are she/her

★ i’m omnisexual, so everyone is welcome!

★ i don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, if i’m talking to you please tell me if that’s the case and i’ll make sure to fix it!

★ i’m a switch but usually only show my submissive side if we’re close, so this blog will probably be more dominant

★ i’m mainly really affectionate and kind and romantic but it really depends on my mood if i want to be mean. praise and light teasing are my go-to, though

★ no tolerance for discrimination or illegal activity, no slurs or hate speech also

★ not into nudes or eating/sucking someone due to trauma, if you do either of those things i will first give a warning in case you didn’t see, then block if it happens again

★ i type. A LOT. if you ask me a question and don’t want a long paragraph in response just tell me so i’ll become slightly more self aware 😭

★ this blog doesnt have to be just sexual, i’m also big into romantic intimacy i fucking love smothering people with affection!!!

i’m happy to accept asks if you respect all of this as well as my dos and donts (as well as anon list) below rip! please dont dm or ask if you’re under 18 or above 24 though!

do: be cute! call me mommy, mistress, others, or just my name if you aren’t comfortable with those. i tease and give praise and degradation but i degrade only if asked so don’t be shy <3. overstimulation and edging are favorites. i can peg and top but have no problem with bottoming every once in a while, and i have no problem with things like somno or pet play kinks. also breeding, if i want to be bred or the one breeding depends on the day. i’ll choke, spit, bite, grope, spank, pull hair, and of course kisssss <3. but i’ll also do punishments if you’re being bratty on purpose, and i’ll do bdsm if i’m really feeling it. but my limits to that are below:

don’t: ask for things like scat or vore, i don’t do blood and i don’t like anything that involves actual deadly weapons like knives or guns. i dont don’t do actual torture like water boarding either, but clit, nipple, or cock torture are all on the table for those who want it! also don’t do actual non-consensual stuff, but i’m okay with a non-consensual roleplay so long as you make it clear that you really want it. also tickling, i will virtually explode you.

for the most part, just ask and i’ll tell you! i’ll add on later if i missed stuff.

anons: ♑️, 💋, 🍪, ✨, 🥺, 💞, 🌌, 🐀, 💖, praise anon