#{verse ; cursed brat}

[screamqueenbarbie]

It's the late 70's and everything is just so fucking chill! Or at least that's what Tiffany was supposed to believe but as the 80's continued to creep through neighborhood watch and annoying suburbian mothers were seeming to crack down on the hep cats that enjoyed the new kind of rock and roll and scary movies.

It almost made the perky blonde paranoid... Not paranoid enough, however to welcome her new housemate with open arms.

Jan! Or Jane! Or...Jace? Jill? It was exactly one of those names that Tiffany was so sure she would hear again later in casual conversation. She had taken a liking to the new girl, sharing music and clothes and campus gossip with her, happily inviting her out to bar hop or look for new released records. It was fun having more girls in the shared living space especially since a lot of the female student body was moving back home out of fear of being the subject of a satanic ritual.

Not Tiffany! Mainly because she didn't believe in any of that and even more so because she had come out alive so far...

"Me and my friends... Run this kind of..Occult club," Tiffany starts as she lays in the middle of her bedroom floor, looking up Jill to start conversation, "We have these like meetings every other sunday.. If you're interested."

@mystalwartheart

[kurogane-redfox]

@xfctes asked: “make me.” (from minerva)

Oh, she wanted to play THAT game again, did she? Well, the Dragon was all too HAPPY to deliver. He was horrible, they both were, and together? They were just awful. Her MOANS echoed through her guildhall loud enough that people knew just what her and the Dragon got up to behind closed doors.

As if they'd not been aware of what she did with those she took there in the first place.

He'd grin and place a hand on either side of her head after backing her into the nearest wall. If she wanted him to be rough then she'd get just what she wanted, wouldn't she? He had to admit, he'd not expected the two of them to regularly fuck like this but he had no real complaints. She WAS a rather good fuck because she was much more durable than a normal woman would be.

"Ya want me inside ya so fuckin' badly it's makin' ya look stupid, Minerva,"

His hot breath would wash over her neck as he spoke directly into her ear and then she'd feel the pinch of his fangs as he bit the lobe and tugged. Before to long she'd feel his lips on her neck and he'd be sucking but not hard enough to leave any sort of mark on her. He still knew she hated those to be visible. The rest of her body was fair game though, and he often left bruises and bitemarks all along her thighs, sides, and her breasts.

"I'm gonna fuck ya so hard yer gonna see fuckin' stars."

Another nip would be delivered, this one harder than the last. He'd almost broken skin that time. If she did anything to rile him up too quickly he might very well wind up biting her in a place where it COULD be seen but it wouldn't be HIS fault. Despite the amount of fucking they did there was no emotional attachment. No kissing or cuddling. No aftercare. He fucked her stupid and left her a mess each, and every time.

That wasn't likely to change.

A large hand would move and easily tear the dress she was wearing off of her. This was common for them, he overpowered her, ripped her clothes off, and made her SCREAM his name so loud it reverberated through the guildhall. EVERYONE knew the Dragon fucked the Lady of Sabertooth and even her pocket Dragons had stopped trying to keep the two of them apart. There was no point when the Lady wanted something, she got it in one way or another.

After ripping her dress off, he'd move his second hand to rub between her legs, still keeping her back pressed into the wall. This was a new position for them, since he was clearly going to fuck her against the surface. The hand that had torn her dress off would undo his belt, button, and zipper on his pants before they'd slide down his hips along with his black boxers. He'd lean just a bit closer and then another RIP would happen before her underwear were torn free from her body.

"Ya might not be able to speak when I'm through with ya THIS time, since it's been a few weeks I'm more than kinda pent up. Ya know how that gets, gihi."

Had he just admitted that he'd not sought anyone else to fuck despite being gone for almost a month between this visit and his last? Yes. Yes he had. Despite the fact that they weren't in a relationship, the Dragon was NOTHING if not faithful to an extent. He didn't plan on screwing anyone else stupid while he was fucking Minerva.

He'd slide a large finger into her and then quickly add a second. If she wanted him to make her BEG he'd be all too HAPPY to do so.

[sukunas-wife]

Ryoumen “i want a second son” Sukuna except he gets a feral little princess who matches his energy and is not above taking big bites of dad and only yuuji-nii can control her sksks

Eegehehe- warning- I suck at writing for girls actually😭 I’ve never had a younger sister or niece 🥹 my female cousins are literally non existent also,

The doctor became nervous after your newborn started crying. The maids made quick work of taking care of everything and handing you your child already bundled up. Sukuna was just as confused before he took his child from you, carefully unfolding the blanket.

The room was silent, everyone turning to Sukuna, for a brief second your aching muscles were numb that you didn’t feel after birth. You were nervous, what happened, why didn’t anyone say anything? Sukuna held the child with two large hands supporting it, using his other two hands to carefully pull back the blanket. He didn’t lift his head, but you watched his mouth gape slightly like he wanted to say something. He turned his head slightly, settling on just looking at you through the corner of his eyes. It was a low rasp “she’s a girl,” he cleared his throat wrapping her back up. Without a doubt it was his, his pink hair, she had even taken to his red eyes like Yuji had. His fixed stare didn’t show it but he was concerned for her, even if he had wanted a second son, “Lord Sukuna we co-No.” he turned to Uraume, “It’s my child regardless if it’s a boy or not. She stays here.” He leaned back, handing you your daughter.

After everyone had cleared the room you were breastfeeding your child. Sukuna sat with arms crossed, eyes closed and his head resting back against the wall. You were staring down at your little girl and you realised, “You didn’t want a daughter because it’s going to force you to settle down.” You were grinning like a fool when you turned to look at Sukuna, he grunted not opening an eye or looking at you. “I’d be a fool to let anything happen to my daughter.”

You hummed, “If she’s anything like you I’m sure she can handle her own like Yuji when she’s older.” Sukuna opened an eye looking at you, “Anya..” you turned to look at him. “Her name is Anya.” There was no room to argue with him on that. He stood up, “I’ll bring Yuji.”

He left the room before you mocked him “oouu I’m Sukuna I’m gonna protect my daughter I’m a big bad tough guy.” You scoffed to yourself, “He doesn’t realise he’ll never hurt another child again Anya.” Leaning down you kissed her little head, and she barely opened her eyes.

—————

“hehehe” Sukuna was sitting on his throne head resting on his fist, eyes closed. You left a while ago to do something he already forgot about. Yuji wanted to go with you but Anya held him back, Anyways was an anomaly. She had no cursed energy or presence. Yet she still had the power to read minds, it was something that baffled Sukuna.

He learned she had that power at the worst time, when you were all gathered eating breakfast. When he thought about getting a collar. Anya just jumped excited “are we getting a dog like the one’s old man sells in town?!” Everyone looked concerned at Anya and she pointed at your husband with a bright smile, “Papa was thinking about buying a collar!” You looked at Sukuna “When did you- Right now! He was thinking about looking for a collar and a really good one so it doesn’t slip up or come loose.” It was the heat on your cheeks when you realised what collar he meant, but you were more concerned when you thought he was actually saying these things out loud in front of Anya.

Sukuna was looking away trying to clear his throat, ‘What the hell is this brat on about? I didn't say that shit out loud… did I?’

“OOOO PAPA SAID A BAD WORD!” Anya covered her mouth with her hands and she turned to you, your mind was drawing a blank ‘…what..what’s going on…”

Yuji was spaced out shovelling food into his face before he looked over, “Anya sit down don’t stand on the chair.” She listened to his not so demanding verse and sat down, “okay Yuji-nii.” She plopped down in her chair before perking up, “Are we getting a dog?”

Sukuna cleared his throat again looked right at her, if his hunch was right, ‘No, we’re not bringing some mangy mutt into the house’

Anya deflated and rested her chin on the table pouting, “why not?” ‘Because I said so.’ “Then why’d you say?” ‘Because I’m the owner of this house I decide what goes and comes.’ Anya sighed, getting teary eyed, trying her best to plead silently the way Yuji had taught her. Yuji snickered and he turned to you, you were sitting down whispering and asking Yuji if he knew what was going on. He explained to you that he figured out Anya could read minds not too long ago when she kept beating him in stone, parchment, shears, (please I’m sorry😭), hide and seek, and their little treasure hunting games. What he didn’t tell you was he also used her to out scam the guy who shuffles a gold token and bets money you’ll never find it.

It explained to you why Sukuna was just giving her looks and she was vocally responding.. it left you to worry how many of your thoughts she had actually heard. 😭

On a side note- here are some cannon events in the process of Anya growing up 😭😭

As a baby she was menace 🥺 she liked biting/trying to chew her dads fingers when he’d poke her cheeks. Not a cute nibble either, she’d dive in predicting the “If you eat his finger you’ll get stronger”

When she took hold of his finger the first time he was in love. That was his daughter and she meant the world to him. Then she dug her nails hard into his skin making him wince and immediately clip her nails. But when you don’t clip her nails because you're scared you’ll hurt her he always ends up with a scratched chest and hands when she’d try to take hold of something. She’s the reason he started wearing shirts even if they were uncomfortable on his massive arms 😔

Was kinda glad she didn’t sleep in the bed with both of you. She loved sleeping on his chest and Sukuna did also. But only allowed it when he could put those baby gloves on her.

After hitting age one she loved messing with Yuji and Sukuna while they were sleeping. You continuously went after her picking her up with your hand sunder her arms. She’s let out her baby screams and wiggle her body you could hear your husband’s attitude, “unhand me mother! I crave chaos! Ahahahsgsghshss!”

The older she got the more both of you learned the way Yuji admired his dad but was a total mama’s boy? It was almost the same case. Except she admired her dad.. and was a daddy girl. Yes she loved you and thought the world of you, but daddy’s so cool because he has so many cool powers! 🥺

It didn’t matter if she was sleeping in your arms, she was laughing and having the best time with you. If she even felt or heard the slightest sound, meaning Ryomen was in the room, she would scream and cry for him to pick her and take her with him. The same case as Baby Yu, you were jealous Ryo got all the attention and baby love even if they were attached to your chest most of the time.

Speaking of jealous, Yuji was the most jealous little 10 year old boy 🥹 “MY DADDY!” He’d carry Anya back to you so he could sit in HIS dads lap. Sukuna found it amusing and more often than not bullied Yuji. Which actually led to your funny little schedule where when Anya was briefly awake Yuji would be glued to your side. When Anya was asleep Yuji would run and stick to his dads side.

Sukuna has a permanent dent in his side boob where 2yo old Anya crawled over to him on your bed and then latched on, i don’t mean milk- i mean she saw a mound of flesh and went ‘nom’ He grunted and it took everything in him to not swat her instantly. He sat up after pulling her away. She was dangling by her feet clapping her hands and laughing, Sukuna was pressing his hand to his chest helping himself and cursing because no way he really let this brat catch him off guard and mess him up 😭

Which is also when it hits him, she has no presence because she has no cursed energy. He was disappointed but relieved she’d never have a reason to be caught in trouble 🥹

Here’s a little montage of moments 🥹

An invisible child means invisible crimes. Sure, Ryomen could actively tell where she was. But it’s his child he could let his guard down and close his eyes to think about the things he had to do. Breathing became slower the more he started to relax almost to napping completely.

1…2…3…4… “YUJIII NIII I GOT THE THING”

Kamutoke… she took the Kamutoke

Sukuna was going to get up and chase after her but she tripped and face planted into the shiny floors Sukuna had to pick her up and wipe off her tears and snot while telling Uraume to put up his tool because there was no doubt in his mind Yuji or Anya would kill the other with it by mistake

Anya loves her parents, but when Sukuna is thinking Sinister thoughts she runs to Yuji.

Ex. The four of you went out into the city, Anya was riding on her dad’s shoulders the way Yuji used to. She was patting away on his head when she heard the thought, “I should kill that man, I’ll start by slowly gutting him a- wwaahhhhh” followed by squirming and Anya basically jumping over knocking down Yuji. When you asked her what was wrong she said “…nothing… papa is kinda scary.”

Yuji had to piggy back her the rest of the day when she didn’t feel like walking but she sang her cute little “Family ooting” song

This is both Yuji and Anya when daddy’s home ,

(I’m sorry I’m so bad at writing for girls 😭 I don’t have a niece to spoil or interact with, I’ll have to steal my friend and her little sister next time and play with her 🥹 I’ll do better for next one i promise 😤)

Tag: @sad-darksoul @cyder-puff @satorisgirl @bontensbabygirl @lupita97lm @queen-luna-007 @sakuxxi @mercymccann @simpforyoubitch @certainduckanchor @domainofmarie @najiiix @bakugou-katsukis-wife @amitiel-truth @souyasplushie @mylovelessnightmare @dolliira @ilovemybabies378

[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.2) NSFW

W/C: 3.2k #NSFW, THEY FUCKIN', bottom!reader, top!sukuna, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna ignores feelings through the force of sheer willpower, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, blood as lube (SORRY), Sukuna unhinged horknee, ABO elements

A/N: I wanted to make this include more parts, but I am so flabbergasted and in awe of the response to this fic that I feel the need to feed y'all feral creatures LMAO. JKJK but 👀 Thank you for all the feedback and support! It really gives me the motivation to continue writing and to interact with the JJK community. I'm having a lot of fun!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah

“What the fuck is this?” Sukuna drawled, an intense fury simmering through his being. His gaze couldn't tear free from you, not even to size up the blindfolded weirdo watching him intently. 

He shattered the coffin, freeing you from the makeshift cursed bath some freak had forced you into. He smoothed damp hair from your sickly face and searched for sparks of life somewhere in the cold stillness that'd overtaken you. And there was something. He found it, a little glimmer of vitality in the smallest, shakiest inhale. 

“Good,” he praised, brushing your hair back more and more to get a better look at your face. You looked like the frail little thing he saved all those decades ago.

“You know,” Gojo interrupted, but Sukuna paid him no mind, “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared about that kitsune.” 

“Then you don't know what this is,” Sukuna decided blandly. “Figures.” Kenjaku kept him off the record, huh? Guess that's a bonus.

“Oh? Do you wanna enlighten me before Yuuji comes back?” Gojo smiled, as if he really expected Sukuna to play nice and be honest with him. “Come on, come on, it's your chance to be vulnerable~” 

“Tch. Pretty damn sure the fox'll be the one to tell you.” His hand smoothed over your stomach and rubbed slow, gentle circles against your skin as reverse technique sought to bring you all back to him. “He yaps about as much as your insufferable ass does. Granted, he talks a lot nicer.” 

“Wow, rude.” Gojo sighed and clapped twice as if clapping on a light. “Okay! I've had enough bullying. Yuuji–” 

“Brat, don't you fucking dare–” 

Yuuji inhaled sharply. He blinked owlishly at your calmed expression, your eyes now closed and breathing now steadied thanks to Sukuna's aid. 

Aid. That wasn't something the king did. 

“Sensei,” Yuuji managed, voice quivering under the weight of memories’ emotion. “Can you fix this?”

Somehow, you were stuck in the throes of flirtation with the malevolent king of curses. 

“It may be courtship,” Uraume guessed, soft smile brightening their cold exterior. 

(They'd been smiling more recently, actually, ever since you completed that overcoat and presented it to them. Nary a day went by when they did not don the sentimental garb.)

But you weren't so sure; the event of courtship was serious business across all lucid creatures. Animals and creatures of primal existence sought out partners with favorable genes and strong constitution, whereas humans and the like yearned for merit or love in their coupling. You didn't quite grasp the way humans thought. Not yet. 

Well, save for flirting. You decided it was a sort of pre-courtship where nothing became serious and nothing was on the line, but frivolous touches and haughty words of praise ran rampant when those concerned crossed paths. 

Much like today.

(Much like the days before and after.)

You walked along the stone-paved path most mornings, lost in thoughts and mumbling to yourself bits and pieces of poems. Most were unfinished, but in their own time, verses would find one another and complete the incomplete. 

A groggy yawn hummed from the palace entrance. And moments later, Ryoumen Sukuna fell into step with you, grumbling and mumbling complaints about the nippy Spring morning while he tucked his arms away into his sleeves. 

He followed you, idly looking around the expansive space you'd helped curate and maintain when you weren't busying yourself with the girls or decorating clothing. The gardens weren't a mess before, not at all, but now they had a certain taste–trees and flowers were planted with specificity, stones were moved, paths reworked. You took the outside over completely. The king didn't mind. 

“Sukuna-sama,” you said, voice melting in kind with the morning frost. “I'll need to leave for a short while.” 

Sukuna quirked a brow and looked at you. You gazed upon the large, thick koi flashing their beautiful scales and ornate patterns of orange and white as they swam and followed you. Tch. How come even the fish were drawn to you? 

“And how do you think you'll accomplish that?” Sukuna tossed a rock into the koi pond, making the fish scatter. “Getting away from me isn't something you can do.”

You huffed and looked at him. “I understand. I simply seek your permission.” 

“Denied.”

“Ah.” You deadpanned. “Why?”

“You're mine; I decide where you go, how you breathe, if you eat. Or are you forgetting that?” 

You sighed and let your ears droop sadly with your tails. “Surely you jest.” 

“Are you laughing?”

You whined like a sad, sad street pup before cozying up to him, slipping your hands up his stomach and chest like you were supposed to. “Please?” 

“No.” 

You chittered and pressed your face against him, but didn't protest and complain much more. 

Sukuna’s thoughts whirled. The show was amusing, sure, but you didn't do anything without reason, especially when it had to do with breaking character and acting out like this out of–

Oh? 

Sukuna leaned down and sniffed you, searching for the intriguing coil of flowery citrus he nearly missed on the warming breeze. It was so, so faint, but decadent and alluring in a way that made the master of toxins cautious–most poisons tasted sweet, after all. 

You pulled your head back, shrinking down the slightest bit with your ears flattened against your skull. Your eyes, wide as a full moon, stared up at him, expectant. The touch of your hands on him never left, though.

“Brassavola nadosa.” Sukuna tilted his head. “You smell like it.” 

You blinked curiously, relaxing. “Is that so?” 

We don't have that orchid in the garden. Sukuna hummed and lifted a lock of your hair, catching another weak waft of the flower's faint scent. 

It's coming from him, then. Hm. 

“Tell me again why you want to leave the palace?” Sukuna asked on a hunch.

And that hunch doubled down when you fidgeted with the cloth of his haori and looked aside. 

“I wish to bear children," you admitted, shy and quiet. "To try, at the very least. Perhaps find a mate, too.” 

Children. You wanted children. After everything those sorcerers put you through for who knows how many years, you still wanted to mother a runt of your own. And you were willing to run off into the wild to, what, let some random man knock you up? Fill you with seed of unknown origin, unknown value, unknown potential?

Sukuna's ego flared. He leaned down to you, tilting your chin up to make you look him in the eyes regardless how small you felt in that moment. He deserved to witness you. You deserved to witness him. 

“You're not leaving,” he breathed, and he swore he could hear your heart break. “If you want a brat, you'll get a brat–only if you stay here 'n give up on those shitty thoughts of finding a sire out there.”

Your eyes scanned his face, tracing over serious lines and honest creases. Clearly, you searched for an answer–

“How?” 

–one that Sukuna didn’t have. Or maybe he did. Perhaps he just couldn't find the words for it. 

He scoffed and ruffled up your hair, unable to answer you. “You're not leaving. Not unless I say so.” 

The first time he let you go, he left scars. 

He found you in your chambers come early evening. Your tails swished and flicked as you sat amidst a nest of his robes and the missing linens from his chambers while you futzed over the embroidery of another haori, this time adorning the plain thing with the darkest scarlet one could find. Sukuna could already guess why. 

Your being burns as wildfires do. Lively. Emphatically. Devouring more and more so long as the earth lets you. Yet where you do not lay ruin, you grant warmth and light in a divine way. Wildfires are not such horrible things if one stays a respectable ways away. 

Your poetic nonsense irritated him to no end, but he fell enamored all the same; you spoke to honor him with every utterance of his name. You didn't try to kiss his feet nor did you bask him in compliments–you only spoke into existence that which hummed through your mind, unprovoked. It just so happened to be everything Sukuna liked to hear. 

So when he found you secluded away, beckoning so sweetly with intoxicating scents of citrus and gardenia, what choice did he have but to lay claim, to give you the brat you so sorely yearned for?  

You sensed him. Your gaze flicked to him, stoic and unmoved as ever, as the energy in the room built into suffocating silence, something like tectonic plates caught in deadlock, holding their disastrous energy, waiting for the right moment to devastate the world with a single, cataclysmic shift.

And of course, it was the impatient predator that moved first, setting a catastrophe into motion. 

The hours blurred together. 

Every minute of the chase was thrilling, invigorating, surprising–you were filled with tricks and traps, never slowing down for a second to think or doubt as the beast of a sorcerer pursued you through his palace, through the city below, and now into the looming forest in the mountains. 

Admittedly, he'd gotten carried away. He lost himself in the rush of it all, the adrenaline and pure, destructive desire pushed his self-control into unraveling just the slightest bit; honest attacks tore through space and time, hoping to maim and cripple you if they were to hit. And, honestly, the way you avoided his attempts to strike you down enthralled him as much as it enraged him–he was seconds away from unleashing his domain until a less-than-satisfying ripple of cursed energy tore across your thigh and put you down.

It was then, walking up to you, to his prey, that Sukuna remembered you weren't a sorcerer. Most would be able to stand and walk it off, maybe even heal with reverse technique, but you could only grasp at your weeping wound and grimace. Because you were not a sorcerer, you were a kitsune: a trickster, a creature full of mischief and void of cursed energy. 

Yokai. Not a human. Not a curse. Not like the rest of the boring souls wandering his earth. 

Sukuna pinned you the second you tried to make a break for it. Fangs and claws gnashed and tore into him while his hands strained to keep you down and rip those damn clothes free from your burning skin. 

Mating's never a pretty thing when it comes to nature. Humans like you made it something more.

Sukuna clasped a hand over your mouth and forced his weight onto you, ripping reedy yowls from your core as you twisted and turned, primal mind urging you to run, run, run, don't make this easy, make him prove his worth–

Rip.

Ribbons of what were once your robes fluttered to the ground, useless and unsalvageable. They were plain black, so unlike what you usually wore. You wouldn't miss them. 

“Make this as difficult as you want, pet,” Sukuna whispered as he loomed over you. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat when you stilled.  

“You know how this ends.” 

His pants were pulled down while another hand wiped slippery blood against your pliant entrance–and that was the only warning you got before he pushed into you. 

Where you should have screamed, you instead sighed. Your back arched off the ground like a work of art. Two hands gave up on holding you down in favour of gripping your waist and hips, pulling you closer to him, forcing you flush against his body. 

He noticed it then: a litany of old scars and discoloured marks shining against your skin. Marks left by those who did not deserve to taste such a delicacy. 

Unsightly.

Blood painted the grass. Cleaves and slashes ate away at those tainted scars, painting over the ugliness left hidden for too long–now, his marks would decorate you. Now, those hidden scars would mean something. They’d mean everything. 

Yet Sukuna's selfish maiming wasn't fitting the bill, and your antsy-ness was proof of it. You tried for the last time to pull from him, but his grip tightened around your throat. You gazed at him, then, eyes so wide and hungry, eager to fight or fuck–whichever came first. 

He braced over you and nearly winced as he dragged out of your suffocating heat. A sharp snap back inside loosened you, the glide of blood and slick aiding him. 

“I'll take you the way you need it,” he drawled as he built the pace quickly, already feeling his own obsession and excitement reverberating through his body, filling every fibre of muscle with electricity.

“Then,” he growled, leaning closer to your face. “I'll fuck you the way you want it.”

“More,” you sighed, digging your nails into the pillow you had your face buried in while the beast fucked you from behind. Sukuna groaned in compliance and lanced into your guts deeper, harder, faster than before–you were the only one that could handle the brutal way he let loose, and he was more than willing to indulge in that privilege. 

The hands all over you rose to the occasion, too; one had your tails fisted in his ruthless grasp, rudely holding you still and pulling you back against his hips; another rested on the curve of your ass, only moving to give a sharp slap or to knead your soft, perfect skin; the last two held your hips in a crushing force, his calloused fingers digging into your plush sides and sharp hip bones like you might disappear at any second. 

A sharp, sweet whine signaled the beginning of the end, as did the restless fidgeting and shifting in the king's grasp. Seeing you, a poised, powerful, mischievous being, come undone beneath him came to be one of Sukuna’s favourite sights, especially knowing it could only be because of him--only him. 

He leaned over you, his heavy chest pressing into your back as one hand released your waist in favour of fisting in your hair and tugging your head back and out of the futon you so desperately clung to. 

“Ah-ah,” he scolded breathily. “No hiding.” It was a familiar sentiment, one he had no problem reminding you of now and again. You had a horrible habit of trying to vanish when overwhelmed, after all. 

“Terrible beast,” you snapped back, scoffing indignantly when the deep bassy laugh of the man rolled through your body. “Horrible.” 

“You love it,” Sukuna growled back, grinning through every word. 

Something about it clearly struck a chord with you, judging by how fast you choked on your voice and came undone, legs trembling and body tightening around the too-big intrusion. The king groaned and bit at your neck, licking whatever blood beaded at the surface in between rushed, hushed words of praise for you and your efforts–most, if they heard the things he said, would call it out of character for the beast. Most didn't get to see beyond his raw power and crippling cruelty, however. 

Sukuna grunted and spilled inside you, pulling you back by your hair, hips and tail to ensure he forced every bit of his offerings deep into your core. Your body rocked and twitched against his, accepting all he had to offer you at the end of yet another coupling, before he let go of your locks and let you collapse face-first into the futon. 

He pulled out slowly, watching as every inch slipped from your abused hole before popping free and uncorking a dribble of whiteness from inside. He tutted and scooped it up with two fingers before stuffing it back in. 

“Oi, oi, are you even trying to keep it in?” He teased, smirking as you huffed. 

“You've exhausted me. I have no energy to attempt the impossible,” you lamented, nuzzling your nose further into the soft sheets smelling of cedar and fresh blooms–something so uniquely Sukuna. 

Your king sighed and gave your ass a firm few pats. “Guess I'll have to spoil you even more.” He settled onto his back and easily pulled you onto him, yanking you up to straddle his waist right where that second mouth laid open and eager to taste you. 

“This is uncouth,” you sighed. But you rocked back against the thick, heavy tongue pressing into your pliant heat, licking deep into you with a mind and hunger of its own. 

“Seems couth enough for you,” he commented, watching you ride his centre with rapt attention. “Little harlot's getting off on this, hey? Such a needy little brat.” 

His hands smoothed up and down your legs and sides as you shamelessly chased a second high. Your hands clasped over his as he took you into his hand and stroked you back to ample stiffness, the soreness of too many rounds of fucking making you far too sensitive to touch. 

“S-Sukuna-sama,” you stammered. “I can't–”

Sukuna's head tilted with a pleased smirk. “Ho? I thought you wanted to bear children? Are my offerings not enough for you?” 

You scrunched your face up into something of a prissy glare, but the shine clinging to your lashes and the shuddering of your body against his betrayed your crumbling demeanor. Of course, he was impressed with how his fox was fairing considering everything he put you through. 

He maneuvered you onto your back, grinning as you growled and weakly struggled against him. You looked perfect–stomach swollen, hair fanned out behind you, eyes teary but unable to tear away from the creature that’d tormented you for hours upon hours with no desire to give you a break. 

“Greedy god,” Sukuna lamented. One hand came to rest on your bruised neck again, fitting around so perfectly. “Nothing’s ever fucking good enough for you.” 

“You are.” 

That gave Sukuna pause. He stared down at you, all eyes looking over you with rapt attention as he tried to think. Tried to understand. Tried to parse those words and uncover what exactly you tried to convey. 

But it didn't click. 

“Tch. You're lucky I'm a generous god,” he scolded, releasing you from your torment in favour of collapsing down beside you for some much-needed rest. Not only did your beautiful body wear him out (not that he'd admit it), but your whimsical words wore his sanity thin. The worst part was you didn't even intend to damage him so. 

“I am truly honoured to merely be in your presence,” Your voice, light and dreamy as petals fluttering, laughed, and Sukuna's soul did something odd. 

He stared at the ceiling as you shuffled beside him, quickly returning to his side, donned in one of his haori and determined to make a comfortable nest of blankets and clothes around you both for the rest of the night–ah, morning? Huh. What an ordeal. 

You curled up next to him, shoving your back firmly against his side the way you often did when resting as a fox, and Sukuna huffed. 

“Turn to me,” he commanded, and you obeyed. 

He, too, turned to face you to envelope your lithe form with invincible arms and divine protection. Your soft purrs rolled through him, settling his wild spirit into a lazy tempo of an early morning stroll through a garden filled with one sort of white orchid: 

Brassavola nadosa. “Lady of the Night.” Your calling card. Your divine essence.

"Brassavola nodosa (Lady of the Night) is a medium-sized epiphytic or lithophytic orchid species boasting extremely fragrant flowers throughout the year. The blossoms, 4 in. across (10 cm), emit a citrus fragrance at night. Each flower features long, slender, pale green or creamy-white sepals and petals and a large, heart-shaped lip sometimes adorned with purple or dark red spotting." - gardenia.net

[eccentricallygothic]

| Just A Little Bit Colder |

You are having a Sunday BBQ with your Bf's family but his Dad!Captain Price and you…

Warning(s): Infidelity with Bf's Dad, rough unprotected p-in-v, doggy style, feeling of guilt, spanking, manhandling, age gap, hair pulling, he is lowkey bossy, m!dom, f!sub, sir kink, mild dacryphilia bc the D is so good, Price's BDE, pinching, brat taming, Daddy kink, light overstimulation, creampie. MDNI.

Part of the Older verse, apparently.

Your eyes are glazed and widened as you watch your boyfriend who, while tending to the grill on the patio, laughs along to something his mother says from where you can see him through the window of the wine cellar. If it weren't for how dazed your mind is, you would have felt the tense knot that you can only identify as guilt form in the base of your chest. 

But as the older man behind you grunts and curses under his breath before landing a smack on your blushing ass from behind, your eyes cannot help but roll to the top of your head, making you nearly drop one of the wine bottles that you are hugging tightly to your chest.

Bottles that the two of you are supposed to be fetching…

“W- We— hnng!” You nearly double over when Captain Price steers you around and towards the wine racks again by rough handfuls of your hips, his hot and hard cock pistoning in and out of your noisy cunt whilst his tip abuses your sensitive spot with each thrust. “Someone w- will hear—!” You nearly go head first into the bottles that neatly line the rows due to how the cruel man forces you to walk on your wobbling knees whilst he blows into you from behind. “We'll get caugh— auggh— awt!” 

Captain Price has to reach out to grip your hair to stop you from falling down, his nose flared from how hard and fast his fucking of your youthful little pussy is. “Then I suppose we should be quiet and not make noise, eh, babygirl?” His accent gets so thick during these moments that you barely understand him sometimes. And it only makes you clench harder. “Come on, now” you shake your head no as a snot bubble bursts from the mess he has made of you. He always does. “Grab that one from the fourth row, fifth bottle from the left.” Amidst your turbulent fuck, you had somehow managed to place the bottles that you were previously holding in the padded basket that the man had brought.

You weakly shake your head as you bite back a sob and sway towards the rack before holding it for support when he lets go of your hair. “I can't! I can't, sir,” he likes you to call him that sometimes. “I am sorry!” The smell of sex permeates the air and the only sound you can hear over the thumps of your heart is that of his skin clapping against yours. 

“But you can” you feel his rough hand smack your ass again. “And you will” the next hit sends you spasming and shuddering as you begin to cum hard. “Get to it” but he pulls you backwards into his chest by a handful of one of your boobs so he can dip his hands between your clammy petals to rub at your cunt. 

“No! No! Oh, God! YES!” It feels good but to such an intense extent that you cannot decide whether you want it or not. Your body tries to curl in on itself so he hooks one arm under your armpits to lift you off the ground to prevent your violent flailing from interfering with his own orgasm that now shadows over his edge due to how hot and tight yours feels around his cock. “Gggg! Hhggg!” Your body collapses on his as you literally dangle from his cock, the jabs bouncing you upwards with each thrust like you're no heavier than a cock sleeve. “Ohmigoshhhh!” Your hiss runs into eventual silence but doesn't die out because of his treatment of your pussy and you tremble pathetically. 

“Are we ’aving fun yet?” His voice is so firm that it makes you clench around him from the sensitivity. “Was that silly little antic of ours worth it, then?” The pinch he administers to one of your pussy lips is mean and you quickly shudder out the well due apology. 

“S- Sorry, sir… So sorry, sir…” His fingers feel raw against your cunt and you're on the brink of the post cum half orgasm this always brings you to. 

“Should I expect a repeat of that, or?” His mustache tickles the skin of your soft cheek as he grips your jaw with his cum covered hand now, pressing your faces together so you can hear his menacing whispers in their full intensity. 

“N- No, sir… No, sorry…” Your broken words tip him over the edge and he begins to paint your overstimulated walls with his cum, still stubbornly moving his fingers over your sensitive folds. “Oh!” The barrage of your tears finally breaks loose and you begin to cum again, feeling his hot cum deep up your cervix. 

Making you cum has never been a problem for your boyfriend's father Captain John Price.

“Tha’s fuckin' right” he urgently lowers you both until he's on his knees, your flushed cheek touches the cool ground and Captain Price holds the lower part of your body up and spreads it out so he can properly fuck out his orgasm until your puffy cunt is stuffed full of his creamy cum and your walls are raw from the friction. “So don't fuckin' try your Daddy again.”

Okay, so.

You had, during a particularly cheeky moment, teased him about being old and challenged him that he did not have the courage or stamina to take you and finish in time without getting caught when you were helping with the moving of the BBQ contents to the patio. Before your boyfriend's dad could have had the chance to answer safely, you were already walking out the kitchen backdoor with his son, a devilish sway to your hips and a teasing smirk on your face. 

The man had just watched you then, silent and unreadable as his own wife had approached him. 

And then he had requested you to help him with fetching the wine after he had rejoined the party with his own share of the ‘carry out’ items.

As your cheek rubs against the floor and your drool forms a little puddle next to your mouth, you reckon it is safe to say that you are not going to be challenging your boyfriend's dad anytime soon.

Or…

Are you?

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[flamingpudding]

Part 15 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

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Green and Red Emotions, similar but not

Jason leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as he waited. He checked the time one more time and then listened for the sounds in the hallway. The bandage against his arm was causing an itch he ignored skilfully. If there was one thing the little shit was apparently good at in his feral stage it was fucking biting, though it was nothing to be proud at. Well unless you were well versed in the art of fighting dirty.

Eitherway the kid had a sharp set of chompers and apparently some sort of homing sense, considering Jason was only sporting three visible bite marks all on the same forearm and all nearly in the same area. The kid always aimed for that specific spot to bite. Maybe Jason should start considering keeping that arm out of sight for the little shit so he wouldn't latch onto it. But the following worst case would be the kid deciding on a new spot to bite on.

Footsteps caught Jason's attention and he inclined his head slightly. Light with purpose loud enough to make sure people knew they were coming.

So he knew and was not going to avoid him today.

Good, Jason wasn't going to allow his brother to make that choice today anyway. He had waited long enough. His patience lasted long enough for his brother to step into the room fully and flick the lights on, before Jason closed the door behind him. Considering Dick was only simply turning around with a tired smile, confirmed his thoughts that his brother knew this was coming.

"Got enough of avoiding me already? Thought it would take me a week." He could help the teasing dig.

"Jason."

"Safe it Dickbird." He shook his head. "You're good. I don't think the 'kids' noticed anything. No bets on Cass though. She can read any of us like an open book."

He watched how his elder brother sighed, put his hands on his hips and still smiled at him. "What gave it away?"

Eyes traveling over the wary form of his elder brother he considered answering the question honestly. Dick was good at hiding certain emotions, but even he slipped up in the smallest of moments. Moments you wouldn't catch easily if one wasn't looking for them, small tells Jason had gotten familiar with over the years. He could be honest but then his elder brother would attempt to cover these tells in the future so he wouldn't 'worry' them and put even more on his shoulder unnecessarily.

"During that Dinner you stuck close to Demon Brat, little shit and me." It wasn't a lie, but neither the full truth. It was the first thing that tipped him off along with what Dick had said. "Besides that I have my own sources ans suspicions. The little shit has a pit, one that is different from mine."

"Is that going to be your nickname for Teethling, that's not a very nice little Wing?" Dick joked but Jason's expression didn't change as he watched the other. After a moment Dick once more let out a sigh and comped through his hair with one hand.

"If this is about what we found out about Danny's past. We didn't hide anything there. We have found an entire paper trail of his schooling. You know he could use some help with English." The light heartedness of Dick's voice did not carry as Jason didn't take the bait, but instead heard something else out of it.

"So what did you and the old man hide?"

"Jason." He tensed at the seriousness that entered his brother's voice. So it was bad, really bad. He wanted to curse Bruce but he didn't really know for what exactly, it was just one of his go to mechanisms whenever the old man kept something from them.

"Keep talking Dickbird or I will go to Barbie instead." Dick flinched, he refrained from arching an eyebrow but couldn't help the small lift to his lips. It was just a thrown out thread, implying that he would have Barbie hack into the Batcomputer if necessary to get the information it wanted but looking at that reaction. She was involved, and most likely not happy with their handling of the information they had.

As the silence stretched on he got impatient again.

"Chop chop pretty boy. Spill or do I really need to see Barbie?" Was it fair to use Barbara as some sort of weapon here? Probably not, but did he care? Nope, he didn't. He was going to get information on what was going on with the little shit and how much of that fucked up green juice was involved. Though he was pretty sure for the kid to get dragged it must have been a shit ton of it.

Neither of them moved for a while again, and Jason really thought that he might have to go to Barbara for real until Dick once more commed through his hair seemingly finally having come to a decision himself. Turning on his heel the elder went over to his desk and pulled out a laptop, not any laptop but the one with direct connection to the Batcomp Servers.

Jason caused heavily under his breath as he walked over and watched Dick power it up before logging in to access files. Fuck, it must be really bad if they went that far which meant Bruce had intended to keep all of them out of these files should they attempt it directly over the Batcomputer.

Which meant Demon Brat would have no chance of seeing these unless he uses one of the special access ways. The moment Dick pulled up the first image, Jason only half heartedly listened to his brother's explanation as his eyes turned green.

"These fuckers!" Oh he would need to go out on Crime Alley tonight, otherwise he wouldn't know where to put this shit ton of rage. His head sharply turned towards his elder brother for the first time he realized just how much of his own emotions Dick had been hiding from them reflected in the others eyes.

"The bits and pieces of the reports we recovered are even worse." He watched how Dick closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and focusing them solely on Jason. The rage he had just seen no longer reflected in his eyes but at the same time his brother halted like he saw something else that stopped him for a brief moment before he continued. "It's more speculation based on the bits and pieces we have discovered. Are you sure you really want in on this information Jason? It will not be pretty, and Danny…"

"Will still be a little shit that fucking bites me like I am his personal chew toy." Making direct eye contact Jason attempted to earnestly convey his stand on the situation. Besides now that he had seen a glimps of what was most likely truly going on, he was not going to leave that fucked up shit alone.

Jason only later learned through Dick's admission that his eyes had glowed green throughout the entire explanation of what they had dug up so far as well as what they were suspecting and only turned back once Dick was done and had closed the laptop. If he punched a couple of criminals in close combat just a tad bit harder than necessary in response that night, that was no one's but his own business.

Meanwhile in a Area hidden between Illinois and Gotham

Dan sat on the little hill of unconscious bodies he had created in his ghost form. Originally he was going to go for the headquarters of the League of Assassins. Thing was, having a merged ghost core of two different ghosts, as well as a newly created human side (thanks to his clone body), did intact impact his 'Danny' memories slightly. Which meant he sort of forgot where it was again, but hey instead he remembered where some of the sub hide outs where. Like this one that happened to be close to Illinois.

He kicked the guy squished under the one he was sitting on, enticing a pained groan out of them. They weren't dead, Jazz, Ellie and the twerp had spent a lot of time resocializing him. He was not about to fuck that up by taking a live. Besides, the twerp as well as his human half never really had been able to take a life.

Still he was stuck, now. He had thought that they had been involved. Danny had disappeared without an explanation. Of course there could alway have been the chance that the GIW as well as the twerps former parents had lied in some way. That instead of disappearing, the twerp just got transferred to some other place they didn't know about.

But Dan had remembered when he had seen the world map. He had remembered them. People capable of making people disappear without a trace. Be it permanently or for their body to turn up at a later point as a warning. He wouldn't have put it past them if they had been behind it.

If the old sack of bones had learned of the twerps powers, his tone most likely would have changed. His eyes flashed for a moment just a bit brighter in a muddled red at that thought.

In a way it surprised Dan that he was able to think this way about these people. But then again. He had left his human side behind and merged his core with Plasimus. He did not hold any sympathy for these people anymore. Well maybe only for one of them, the rest could go screw off as far as he cared. And if he knew his former self the way he did then he knew that the only ones the twerp would really care for would be his mother and twin. Which was fine with Dan only to a certain extent, he would only care for one of them and which one it was was pretty obvious in his opinion. Damian held the same value to him that Jazz did.

Talia was a different matter. Without his human half and probably a bit of the influence of Plasimus' core, Dan had a more objective opinion on his shared memories with Danny in regards to her.

Kicking another unfortunate soul on the human pile to give his frustration way, he growled as he sensed a new presence coming closer. When the growl didn't work as warning enough and the presence did not deter in their approach, he turned, flaring his hair and snarled towards the shadows.

His eyes glowed stronger and dangerously warning red as they narrowed at the person that stepped out of the shadows. Observing him and the pile of unconscious bodies stacked under him.

"This is quite the surprise. I did not expect your appearance."

"Where is he?" Dan snarled gloved fingers turning into claws, figures she knew about his existence somehow.

"Won't you at least greet me, Habibi?"

His hackles rose and held out his claws threateningly, preparing for the fight that was most likely to come. "I am no son of yours! Now, where the fuck is he?"

[jung-shook-iieee]

Hot Wheels | KNJ

➳Pairings: idol Namjoon x reader (f)

➳ rating: M ( obviously minors dni!)

➳ genre: idol verse, relationship au.

➳ warnings: namjoon is filthy hot here, super angry dom, sexy namjoon, use of degrading words, humiliation, teasing, y/n was literally walking on thin ice, until joonie breaks it, super meany joon, mmhh y/n playing with herself ( does that count as masturbation? Becoz joonie didn't let her finish?) Risky, joon was live y'all, Armies being very suspicious lol, joon flashes his bulge * mistakenly, joon cursing on live??????? and super dirty talking. ( I dunno what to add more lmao.)

➳ summary: teasing namjoon when he goes live could never get you in serious trouble, right?

➳ word count: 1.6k

➳ a/n: I actually..... Can someone just tell me what in the world do i have to do to get fucked by joon? I mean seriously... I can not take this anymore. I'm going FERAL for him. Xxxxxxxxxxxx

➳ a/n2: I live for mean joonie, I just can not stop myself from writing this. And I have no shame. No regrets. Do reblog tho, if you like it. Feedbacks are always welcomed. &lt;333

" Don't you dare baby, stay like this kay? Don't make this hard for both of us. I'll be quick. " Namjoon wrapped his muscular and veiny hand around your neck to keep you still. You've been a very bad, bad girl according to him, but you knew what you were doing.

It will easily piss Namjoon off, But you can't help it, can you?  you love to see when he struggled.......Struggled because of you, it was rare tho. It's always the other way around, you struggling for him and him being a sadist enjoyed your misery every single time.

So even if he punished you afterwards, you will willingly take your punishments. You totally loved the messier and clumsier side of him, usually Kim Namjoon carried himself as a wolf. Strong, powerful, and dominant but behind those cameras and people he's the clumsiest person you've ever seen.

Tease him about his mistakes and he will not think twice before railing you against the nearest wall so you could remember your place.

He loves you of course he does, but he loves you even more when you cry for him, from the pleasures he gives you. When you beg, squirm and cum for him.

So when he told you he is going live for armies and asked you to behave you don't why but your inner bitch told you other wise.

When he was setting up the things for his live , you simply stood up and walked towards the cupboard, the lower section was filled with different toys. You took out a simple black mini rabbit vibrator.

Namjoon didn't looked at you he was busy in his live by now. You walked back, discarded your clothes and threw your bra at his feet, which made him look at you.

He was speechless, he clearly told you to not make any sounds and here you were throwing your bra at him. Irony. He looked back at the tab and ignored your presence completely.

You started playing with yourself. You massaged your breast slowly, taking all the time in the world making yourself ready to play with, fondling your perky breast, twisting and pinching your soft nipples. You sensually snaked your hands on your stomach then slowly you reached at your lower part.

You were a dripping mess, so wet just by the mere thought of seducing Namjoon while he was on air, interacting with millions of armies.

Namjoon could see what you were doing, it was driving him crazy. He loved when you act as a brat, a bold person in front of him. Because after that he could punishment you all like he wants.

You turned around, ass in air and pussy all spread out for him to watch. The mini vibrator caused the shaking of your legs, namjoon sweared at the sight. You looked so tempting, so inviting like a sex goddess indeed.

He forced himself to tear his graze from you and focus on the live, sure by now all people would be curious and he knew that.

He just couldn't help himself but grab his aching bulge between his legs. You really made his cock rock hard, he was struggling keeping his posture straight.

He drank water frequently, paused while giving answers and he just sweared on live. What else can he do to get more troubles?

" Is someone with you oppa? " Namjoon repeated a comment and narrowed his eyes then replied, " Ohh aniyo... It's just the... Curtains. Haha. They keep disturbing me. " He struggled answering their question, which only made your lips twitch upward slightly and you turned around and pulled out the toy which was deep inside you.

You stood up and took out a hitachi wand from your cupboard. Namjoon bought it for you as a gift. You still remember the first time he used that thing on you, the orgasms from this thing were  really strong and powerful.

You switched on the toy and placed the settings at one.

The vibrations were killing you, if you continued longer you didn't know if you would be able to keep your moans suppressed. You muffled your moans by placing your small hand above your mouth.

It was really tough for Namjoon to keep his sanity intact. The mere sight of you was driving him crazy, your legs were wide spread, your boobs looked so soft, a toy was stimulating your throbbing clit , you were so wet he could easily see your slick all over your thighs and bedsheet.

You mouthed PLEASE asking him to fuck you, Namjoon forcefully dragged his eyes from you to the tab he pretended like he's interested in the live but no he wasn't. All of his attention was on you now, you did got his attention.

It was getting impossible for him to remain collected so he asked, " Just a second people I'll be back, I need to use restroom hehe. I'll be quick. " And he muted his live, he forgot that the people might see his aching big buldge but he do not give two fucks about that now.

When he marched towards you, to say you were scared will be a understatement. His jaw was clenched and he fisted his hands. You quickly closed your legs and tried to sit up but he dragged you up by your neck, " What do you think you're doing huh?" That voice. That fucking voice sent chills down your spine, you Whimpered from the way he was squeezing your neck tight, cutting the supply of air.

" Do you FUCKING THINK this shit is FUNNY huh?? " He whispered yelled and slammed your head against the headboard and slapped your wet cunt, throwing the expensive wand on floor, making you whimper.

" Don't... Don't fucking close your legs on me now baby, you were spreading your legs like a whore just a minute ago. " He whispered in your ear, his voice could easily make you cum let his hands and dick alone.

" M'sorr-yyyy joon" You gasped sang, barely audible but he heard you, " Now, now, now don't say that okay? I know your not FUCKING SORRY." You but your lower lips knowingly, you knew this was coming, you asked for it. Actually no you begged for it so you can do nothing but to take his punishments like a big girl.

He stuffed his big and thick fingers inside your little cunt making you arch your back and he rammed his fingers so fast and deep inside you making you out of breath.

He pulled away after a minute or two, he needs to get back to the live and may be end it properly. You quickly held his hands and dragged his fingers on your needy cunt for more but he pulled away his hands " Don't you dare baby, stay like this kay? Don't make this hard for both of us. I'll be quick. " Namjoon wrapped his muscular and veiny hand around your neck to keep you still. You only nodded and waited for him.

You obeyed him because you don't want to piss him any more, you knew after this he would be leaving you with a numb and sore pussy anyway.

He sucked his fingers clean, closed his eyes tasting your essence. He growled, you tasted so good he just couldn't wait. You immediately shut your legs close feeling more wet at his lewd action.

He adjusted his crotch and went back on his chair. He unmuted the live and again started answering their questions and laughing with them.

They did asked questions because they were suspicious but he made excuses and cleared there doubts. After 5-10 mins he bid goodbye and turned off the tab.

He closed his eyes, and sighed. You could see how tense he was, the fear of getting caught by army was exciting but scary also. It could've lead him to some serious trouble.

He opened his eyes and looked at you, silently. His breath was slow, his dragon eyes covered in lust and anger. He looked so intimidating to you. You were scared, so scared. Neither you nor he was speaking anything but his gaze was sending you over the edge. You stared at your legs, you just couldn't look at him in his eyes.

Your breath hitched when he stood up and started taking slow steps towards you, you didn't dared to raise your eyes but you could feel him standing next to you.

He grabbed your jaw harshly making you whimper, " Explain. " He demanded. You couldn't speak the words out from your mouth. His grip was becoming harsher.

" Pl-easeee-" , " Please what?? Huh? Did I fucking stuttered baby? Or did I gave you the permission to touch yourself? Or to touch the toys? " He questioned but you were in a deep haze from the pain and pleasure that you couldn't make yourself to speak.

" You're just a dumb whore right? You can't speak unless I force you? " He was speaking with so much anger and authority that even his degradation was sending direct waves of pleasure to your core.

He took off his sweatshirt and his chest looked so good, so tempting . Your palms were itching to  touch him you slowly raised your hands towards him but he gripped it harshly making you groan in displeasure," After the stunt you've pulled y/n do you think I'm letting you touch me.?" The tone of his voice was cold, like a warning to you, bet any other person would run away but you, you begged him to treat you this way.

he stood beside you with his naked broad chest. The pecs really looked yummy tho, namjoon's muscles only got thicker after he started doing gym.

He climbed up in the bed, stood on his knees and spoke in your ears, " You really put me in a bad position today baby, now I'll exactly give you what you've been craving for. "

Well, you couldn't deny him can you!? You just gotta take what he gives.

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Masterlist.

@yellabella77 @screamertannie @sweetwolfcupcake @bri-mal @hoseokteardrop @kooookie @favfanfictsbts @ciennnthia @yopjm @sunny-favs @heyyymin

[pinejayy]

How about a Reverse! Wally (where the personalities are reversed). Well what if the reverse wally went to the original universe, now there are 2 wallys? And as a bonus, his girlfriend the reader came with him. But what if in the original world of Welcome there was no reader. Now the poor reader has 2 wallys fighting for his attention and love? If possible could the reader be human?

If my order is too complicated, forget it, I don't want to burden you.

[ I was thinking about the theory if a character didn't exist in a certain universe how would that affect? ​​As long as it existed in another.. In this case it would be the READER. ]

Two Wally's, at the same time!! It's a dream come true!! It's like a Wally Verse, just imagine how many more different versions of Wally's there are

And I love this request! I hope you have a lovely day Darling~ <3 I hope this is good!! uwu

OBSESSION! (Wally Darling x Reader x Reverse! Wally Darling)

Trigger Warnings: Maybe like two curse words, knife and rope mention. Normal Wally is going to be Wally Darling and the Reverse Wally is going to be referred as R!Wally Darling uwu

What a lovely day. Well it was a lovely day. You were hanging out with your boyfriend Wally Darling and all of the sudden both of you were sucked into a portal, you thought you died but ended up at the Neighborhood, but it seemed different that your neighborhood. How strange, you looked at your boyfriend. "What's this place? Do you know Sweetheart?" Asking your puppet boyfriend.

R!Wally looked at you and he just shrugs. "Maybe we walk around and ask these people." He told you, to which you just nod grabbing him by the hand. Feeling safe around him. He smiled at you, you really loved your boyfriend. He was a sweet and a calm person. And he was so gentle towards you, and caring.

As you guys walked around this new place, everything looked the same but different. When you guys were walking around you ran into the neighbors that were from here. And they looked like the neighbors back from your world. How strange... Sally was Sassy and a brat but here she's sweet and fun, Julie was mean and harsh and here she was filled with joy. Both Poppy and Barnaby were really sweet here and in your world they kept to their selves. And here both Frank and Eddie were a couple! And Howdy was very helpful! Everyone was sure different here.

"Hello Wally! I love your new outfit!!" Sally said, as she ran towards you guys and looked at you and tilted her head to the side as she looked at you. She's never seen you before.

R!Wally looked at her, new outfit? His outfit was a Rainbow stripe shirt. With Khaki pants as he was wearing a small red scarf around his neck. "This is my significant other...my lover."

Sally gasped and started to jump around. She looked like she was a little kid on a sugar rush. Then she ran off yelling. "WALLY HAS A LOVER!"

How odd? You both look at each other and shrug as you guys were about to walk off a voice stopped you. "Hello, are you guys new Neighbors!"

You turn around and gasped. It was Wally! Well not your Wally. He looked exactly the same. Besides the outfit, it honestly freaked you out. You quickly hid behind your Wally.

Both of the Wally's looked at each other as they studied each other. R!Wally spoke up. "It seems like we're in the wrong Neighborhood. We were leaving."

But Wally looked at him, and chuckled. "Non Sense! I'll help you guys! Come follow me." He said in a firm but friendly tone. As you guys had no choice, you followed this Wally. This Wally walked you over to his house. Hmm..His house is also alive. As he invited you guys in he looked at both of you. Well especially at you.

His eyes never left you. It was honestly kinda creepy. As you guys sat down on his living room.

You were sitting by your Wally. You looked down as you still felt uneasy around the other Wally. You don't know but something about him seems really creepy and uneasy.

"So, do you guys care to explain how you guys got here?" Wally said. As he narrows his eyes at his other self. "And if you don't mind explaining who this is." He said pointing at you.

R!Wally grabbed your hand. He smiled at you assuring you everything is going to be okay. And then he looked over at the other Wally. "First off we don't know how we got here. We kinda just showed up. And second this is my lovely significant other Y/N."

Wally growled to himself, why didn't he have someone like you. He had to win you over, he didn't know you but he does know that you belong to him and HIM ONLY!

"Hmm how interesting...I don't have a Y/N for myself." Wally said as he looked at you. His pupils dilated. He was smiling big. He wanted you...he needed you.

You look away, as you try to hide from him. Using your Wally as a protective wall. He noticed this and placed an arm over your shoulder. "Shh it's okay sweetheart, well get back to our neighborhood soon."

You just nodded and smile. This made Wally angry but then he smirked to himself. As he stood up walking closer to you guys. "Why don't I help you guys out."

You and Your Wally look at each other as you guys had no choice and nodded. He smiled at both of you "Wonderful! Now new friends! Follow me, I think I might have an idea where you guys came from!"

Wally took you and R!Wally out for a walk. He walked you guys away from the neighborhood. He was ahead of you guys, you just followed behind. Holding onto R! Wally's hand. You didn't trust the other Wally. Something about him was off, some evil...

As you guys continue to follow him there was a loud "THUD"

You turn around and see R!Wally on the floor holding onto his head. And seeing Wally holding a piece of wood. Wait where did he get that? And wasn't he in front of you guys! How did he appear behind you guys?! As you were about to help R! Wally up Wally grabbed you quite quickly. As he held you close.

"You're mine now, and only mine! Why didn't I get a Y/N! Why didn't I get a sweetheart!" He began saying, as his grip tighten against you.

You whimper out, trying to get away from him. R! Wally looked at you and at the other Wally. Something inside of him snapped, seeing you being held like that made him feel something. Something he's never felt before. Jealously.

Your Wally quickly got up and charged towards the other Wally. "LEAVE MY SWEETHEART ALONE!"

Wally laughed and pushed you to the side as he walked towards the other Wally. "Oh? Didn't like that? Well what are you going to do about that ha ha ha ha!"

"Glad you asked!" R!Wally hissed and punched the other Wally in the face, causing him to stumble.

Soon after both Wally's were on each other. Throwing punches and kicks. You just stood there in horrors, you didn't know how to help. But you've never seen your Wally act like this. It was something new.

"Please! STOP!" You yell out, crying out. As you tried to pull off Wally off of your R!Wally an elbow came in contact with your face.

Wally accidentally elbowed your face. This made R!Wally even angrier. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled out, giving Wally a final punch before running to you.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" R!Wally asked you, as he checked on you. Thank God there was no cut or blood. But you looked at him and tear up not paying attention to what happened to you. You just saw how best up he was and broke.

"Oh baby, are you okay?" You asked him. To which he just nodded and smiled. "Yes I'm alright sweetheart just worried about you."

Wally couldn't help but growl softly as you looked at both of you. He was envy that he didn't have a lover, why did this faker have one. Was the world against him? He just kept looking at you guys. He needed to win you over somehow.

As you guys started to get up, you looked over at the other Wally. Scoffing at his direction. "Thanks for the help asshole."

Walking away from him, you held onto R!Wally's arms as you both walk hopefully you guys find a way back to your neighborhood. As you guys walked off leaving behind Wally. He ran back to you guys.

This time he appeared in front of you guys. Holding flowers in his hands. You guys stopped in your tracks and R!Wally put a hand in front of your body, protecting you. As you were behind him, you stare at Wally. What does he need now?

"Haven't you done enough?" R!Wally said. Stopping in his tracks as he saw the flowers. Is he really trying to win you over? How funny! "It's funny how you're trying to win over my sweetheart."

Wally didn't pay attention to him but he looked at you, you just hid behind your Wally more. Whimpering.

"Please....Y/N I know we are meant to be together! Please I need you, the second I saw you it was love at first sight. You'll be my light to my darkness... you'll be my candy apple." Wally said, as he held up the flowers. As he started to walk towards you guys.

Both you and R!Wally started to back backwards. He held both his arms up. Protecting you. "I don't think my Sweetheart wants nothing to do with you."

Wally didn't pay attention to him, his words just went into one ear and out the other. Wally just kept holding on the flowers, hoping you'll give him a chance.

You were getting overwhelmed, as you heard his words. You didn't know how to feel. He wasn't your Wally but he looked like yours. And that's what really got you.

Then all of the sudden both of them were looking at you. You were about to tear up. "Are you okay Sweetheart?" R!Wally asked you.

You nodded "I don't know how to feel. It just hurts seeing him talk to me like that. I know he's not you but he looks like you." You say, feeling ashamed.

This made Wally smile. he had hope. "I'll give you the best life my Candy Apple!" He said taking a few steps towards you guys. "Why don's you choose instead?" He stood in front of R!Wally smirking.

R!Wally looked at you and at him was he really saying that? Why would you choose this Wally over your actual Boyfriend? He felt it again.... Jealously fill his body. He then pushed Wally quite hard.

Wally was taken back a bit, as they were about to throw a punch at each other you got in the way. Specifically you in front of one of them, holding your hands up. Protecting him. Both of them stopped.

Now you have to choice who it was....

Now if choose your Sweetheart R!Wally

He smiled at you, he knew you would never let him down. He was happy that you protected him. "I love you Sweetheart, I knew you wouldn't leave me for him."

To which you just smiled and nod, both looking at Wally now. He was sad, you could see the tears starting to form in his eyes. It hurt you honestly but that's only because he looked like your Wally.

Wally just stood there he was going to get you no matter what. He just dropped the flowers and walked off.

Both you and your Sweetheart shared a kiss. Today was a crazy day. And you guys started to walk off. Hopefully you guys make it back to your own neighborhood.

Little did you guys know was that Wally would soon follow you with a knife and rope...you belong to him and choosing him over him was your first mistake. Wally was going to show you that your his, that your his Candy Apple.

Now if you Choose Wally Darling

R!Wally just stood there, shocked that you picked him! His eyes started to fill up with tears. He didn't expect you to leave him like this. "Sweetheart.....Don't tell me you're picking him over me?"

You didn't know why you picked him over your actual boyfriend. Maybe it was the guilt or maybe not. As you didn't know what to say so you just looked down and stood by Wally's side. Making Wally smile big, wrapping an arm around your waist.

He brought you close to himself and placed a big kiss against your lips. Making R!Wally whimper. his heart breaking. "Fine, then this is it. farewell my Sweetheart, I'll always keep a place in my heart for you. Maybe in the next lifetime we will be back together."

And with that R!Wally left, leaving you guys alone. Did you make the correct choice? A few tears slipped from your eyes.

Wally wiped them away and smiled. "Shh don't cry my Candy Apple. Come let's go back to the neighborhood. You have a new life ahead of you."

Damn I was tearing up writing that last part! But I hope you enjoy this uwu

[screamqueenbarbie]

"What? Is there some rule against having fun?"

Friendship Starters, Vol. 3

Tiffany narrowed her eyes with fake anger over her face before breaking out into a giggle.

She shakes her head before reaching out to hold onto Jill, “All I’m saaaaying is that everyone’s asleep!”

It was close to 3 am and the pair had decided to curl up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn between the two as they try to marathon through goofy horror movies.

[kngstrnz]

Tags: unrequited love

A very short free-verse poem inspired by ch.268.

(Keep in mind, I haven't written a poem since high school. So, sorry if it sounds weird.)

I hoped you had choose me in the end,

I hoped that you had come back and fill

The void you left behind since your

First departure. But you didn't.

I should be happy that you're dead.

The nightmares are over, the evil defeated.

But as I craddle the last of you in my hands,

I still wait for you to say: "Fine, brat. I'll stay."

No one will cry for the devil, no one but me.

Because you made me care for you, because you

And I were destined to be. You were my curse.

I'll cry for the devil because I fell in love with it.

You and I are the same. One soul in two bodies.

I can no longer live in a body of just one.

I don't want to be alone in this body. Please.

I need you. I need you. I need you!

I hoped you had choose me in the end.

I hoped you had kiss my scars, see me

Wrinkle and be there till I drew my last breath.

I hoped you had loved me. But you didn't.

[sebsxphia]

Things are getting hard on the road. You and Rhett are exhausted.

You guys start fighting about the littlest things. You get so fed up you tell him to go fuck himself. And he does not like that one bit.

￫ a/n: a short drabble for the ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ universe.

￫ c/w: swearing, rhett is mean and angry, arguments, thigh riding, heavy religious themes and preacher!rhett abbott.

you eyes eagerly followed the bright lights of the gas station, your neck turning backwards to watch in the truck window as you drove past it. “there was a gas station-”

“m’ not payin’ that amount.” rhett grumbled before you could finish.

“but we don’t even know where the next motel is. look at the meter, i ain’t breakin’ down in the middle of nowhere. turn back, rhett.”

“lamb,” rhett’s voice gave a firm warning. it wasn’t an octave higher or lower. he gave no room to entertain the idea that he was unwavering with his next words. “i ain’t, turnin’, back. now you listen to y’ preacher.” he gritted.

you couldn’t quite predict the next words that came out of your own mouth. you were exhausted and your mind didn’t catch up quick enough. “go fuck yourself,” you mumbled through gritted teeth.

the truck came to a screeching halt and your body was thrown forward against the dash. you swore again, cursing rhett’s name. he said nothing in response. he simply opened his truck door, got out, slammed it shut and hurtled round to the passenger side. before you could register his lightening quick movements, he had you hauled out by your arm and had pressed you against your now closed truck door.

“you ungrateful, fuckin’, brat,” rhett sneered an ugly tone in your face. “i should’ve done this miles back,” his knee was wedged between your thighs and you swallowed thickly as you pressed down on his tight muscle, trying to instinctively gage some friction.

“you want me to go fuck myself, hm? leave you out here alone? you wan’ that? no one to take care of you, make you feel this good?” he snarled at you with his southern drawl rolling like thunder. he reacted to your needy grind of your hips on his knee, by gripping your hip and moving you along him.

“this fuckin’ tone of yours? it’s goin’, you hear me?” rhett all but shouted. the boom of his voice shook through your ribs and made your cunt clench around nothing. he was lucky there wasn’t anyone around to hear. one of his large hands wrapped neatly around your throat. it caused a pitiful whine to leave your lips in agreement. “now, you’re gon’ come on my knee, out here in public, in the hopes your ungrateful fuckin’ mouth shuts up.”

[2w1ld3st-2dr3ams]

*•.¸♡ Do you want to be the final girl? ♡¸.•*

➥ w1ld3st-dr3ams' k!nkt0ber 2023

This year, I'm gonna do kinktober even if it kills me. And, as the results of the poll show, it probably will. This October, indulge in all of your wet dreams and dirty fantasies! Yours truly will be more than happy to deliver!

You are free to request from any of the fandoms that I write for. If you want a character that is not from the fandoms listed on my masterlist, you're always free to ask. As per the results of the poll, you can request for 2 or more characters per day (default number per day is three, but some days might accept more).

Without further ado, let the dreaming begin!

【HE ATE MY HEART (I LOVE THAT GIRL)】

➸Day 1: Hybrids ➸Tomioka Giyuu (Demon Slayer) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【HOW LONG BEFORE YOU LET ME GO?】

➸Day 2: Corruption ➸Fuyumi Todoroki (My Hero Academia) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【I KNOW WHAT YOU FANTASIZE ABOUT】

➸Day 3: Aphrodisiac ➸Luffy (One Piece) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【SO GOOD I NEVER WANNA WASTE IT】

➸Day 4: Food Play ➸Jing Yuan (Honkai Star Rail) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【TRY TO BEHAVE, BUT I'M FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY】

➸Day 5: Brat Taming ➸Hawks (My Hero Academia) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【WHAT SWEET SEDUCTION LIES BEFORE US】

➸Day 6: First Time ➸Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【ALL I WANNA EVER SAY IS 'ARE YOU MINE?' 】

➸Day 7: Toys ➸Lyney & Lynette (Genshin Impact) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【FEELINDS I CAN'T HIDE】

➸Day 8: A/B/O ➸Caelus (Honkai Star Rail) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【MY SANCTUARY, YOU'RE HOLY TO ME】

➸Day 9: Stuck in a Wall ➸Leon S. Kennedy ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【TELL ME WE WEREN'T JUST FRIENDS】

➸Day 10: FWB/Fuck Buddies ➸Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【I WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE】

➸Day 11: Free Use ➸Stelle (Honkai Star Rail) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【DO YOU WANT ME CRAWLING BACK TO YOU?】

➸Day 12: Hate Sex ➸Geto Suguru (Jujutsu Kaisen) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【A LITTLE MORE TOUCH MY BODY】

➸Day 13: Exhibitionism ➸Natsuo Todoroki (My Hero Academia) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【I CRAVE YOUR TASTE ALL NIGHT LONG】

➸Day 14: Blowjob ➸Kaeya (Genshin Impact) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【DON'T YOU SEE? I GOT EVERYTHING YOU NEED】

➸Day 15: Cuckolding ➸Dan Heng (Honkai Star Rail) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【GO INSANE FROM THE BITTER FEELING】

➸Day 16: Dumbification ➸Ms Joke (My Hero Academia) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【VAMPIRE MASQUERADE】

➸Day 17: Monster-Fucking ➸Mikasa Ackerman (Attack on Titan) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE MORE】

➸Day 18: Breeding ➸Tighnari (Genshin Impact) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【ROLL THE DICE AND PLAY THE GAME】

➸Day 19: Bet ➸Wanderer (Genshin Impact) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【IF YOU'RE CURSED WITH THE THIRST OF A LONELY MAN】

➸Day 20: Sex Doll ➸Miguel O'Hara (Across the Spider-Verse) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【I HEARD FROM A FRIEND OF A FRIEND】

➸Day 21: Borrow ➸Uzui Tengen (Demon Slayer) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【GOT ME SPREAD LIKE A BUFFET, BON APETIT BABY】

➸Day 22: Eat Out ➸Sucrose (Genshin Impact) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【LET ME INTO YOUR HEART】

➸Day 23: Obsession ➸Neuvilette (Genshin Impact) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【YOU BETTER BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT】

➸Day 24: Collaring ➸Rengoku Kyojuro (Demon Slayer) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【VOULEZ-VOUS COUCHER AVEC MOI, CE SOIR?】

➸Day 25: Lingerie ➸Peter B. Parker (Across the Spider-Verse) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【EN LA MISMA CAMA, EN LA MISMA NOTA】

➸Day 26: Somnophilia ➸Nimh (Blush Blush) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【I WANNA FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE】

➸Day 27: Knifeplay ➸Choso (Jujutsu Kaisen) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【I KNOW TOO WELL, I'M UNDERNEATH YOUR SPELL】

➸Day 28: Sadomasochism ➸Shigaraki (My Hero Academia) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【LET'S HAVE SOME FUN, THIS BEAT IS SICK】

➸Day 29: Bondage ➸Armin Arlert (Attack on Titan) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【YOU GOT ME, YOU GOT ME GOOD】

➸Day 30: Sex Pollen ➸Shinobu Kocho (Demon Slayer) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

【IT'S LIFE OR DEATH TO BE MY GIRL~】

➸Day 31: Halloween Special ➸Sanji (One Piece) ➸SLOT 2 ➸SLOT 3

[spntoxicfemslashevent]

full prompt list

hey everyone! this is the full february prompt list for this event. we're going to have six prompts every day, so it's big! smaller versions containing only some of the prompts are forthcoming. ideally a piece submitted for a certain day should be inspired by at least one of the prompts for that day.

[conceptual prompts only] [pairing prompts only] [format/style prompts only] [prompts by date] [submission guidelines] [intro post]

conceptual prompts:

feb 1: manipulation || rot || political play

feb 2: tied up || burning flesh || jealousy

feb 3: suburbia || betrayal/judas kiss || doll

feb 4: blackmail || cannibalism || age gap

feb 5: blasphemy || executioner || genderless

feb 6: “...and it felt like a kiss” || on the rack || handmaiden-feudal lord

feb 7: sainthood || blood || isolation

feb 8: poison/drugging || barefoot and pregnant || murder suicide

feb 9: scars || heaven and/or hell || voyeurism

feb 10: shallow grave/midnight gardening || exes || serial killer(s)

feb 11: crossdressing || corpse || brat

feb 12: war/opposite sides || soulmates || guts/gore

feb 13: demonization || immortality || "forgive me father"

feb 14: unrequited || butch || imprisonment

feb 15: high school sweethearts || justifications || resurrection

feb 16: stabbing || masturbation || somnophilia

feb 17: turn the straight girl || kidnapping || ritual sacrifice

feb 18: stalking || substance use/abuse || comp het

feb 19: amnesia/mindwipe/lobotomy || flogging || forcefem

feb 20: vessel || make each other worse || gothic

feb 21: mistress || forced marriage || petplay

feb 22: demon deal || power imbalance || state of mind/dreams/confusion

feb 23: experiment || bastard child || what happened to her first husband/wife?

feb 24: curses || possession || infidelity

feb 25: controlling || temptation || "i ran into a door"

feb 26: victim || right hand || true crime

feb 27: humiliation || dubious consent || brainwashing

feb 28: family || true form || obsession

feb 29: closeted || sins of the father || not passing the bechdel test

pairing prompts:

feb 1: rowena mcleod/billie

feb 2: linda tran/ofc

feb 3: hannah/naomi

feb 4: rowena mcleod/alicia banes

feb 5: raphael/billie

feb 6: amelia novak/naomi

feb 7: abaddon/colette mullen

feb 8: ruby/astaroth

feb 9: cassie robinson/fem!dean winchester

feb 10: linda tran/mary winchester

feb 11: cassie robinson/meg masters

feb 12: linda tran/abaddon

feb 13: risa (endverse)/meg masters

feb 14: kelly kline/dagon

feb 15: linda tran/tasha banes

feb 16: billie/amara/the empty (meg)

feb 17: meg masters/jo harvelle

feb 18: patience turner/claire novak

feb 19: mary winchester/antonia bevell

feb 20: lily sunder/claire novak

feb 21: bela talbot/ruby

feb 22: patience turner/magda peterson

feb 23: fem!castiel/fem!crowley

feb 24: missouri moseley/ellen harvelle

feb 25: jody mills/donna hanscum

feb 26: lily baker/lilith

feb 27: hannah/caroline johnson

feb 28: raphael/naomi

feb 29: eileen leahy/mary winchester

format/style prompts:

day 1: canon divergent || drabble (exactly 100 words)

day 2: canon character/oc || traditional art

day 3: scifi au || non-traditional art medium

day 4: post-canon || gifset

day 5: canon compliant || metered poetry

day 6: reverse!verse/roleswap || sketch

day 7: epistolary || flash fiction

day 8: episode rewrite || fanmix

day 9: gender changes - het to femslash || script format

day 10: canon a little to the left || headcanon

day 11: outsider pov || fancam

day 12: 5 + 1 || exquisite corpse/round robin

day 13: for want of a nail || sequel

day 14: dark fluff || webweave

day 15: vignettes/fragments || fansong

day 16: polyamory || abstract

day 17: unreliable narrator || screencap edit

day 18: meta plot/metafandom/carver edlund novels || non-song based fanvid

day 19: crossover/fusion || multimedia

day 20: trans headcanon || podfic

day 21: humor || amv

day 22: au || fiber arts

day 23: gender changes - slash to femslash || comic

day 24: pre-canon || digital art

day 25: omegaverse || sentence fics

day 26: mundane au || photography

day 27: selfcest || freeverse poetry

feb 28: character study || fanwork-of-a-fanwork

feb 29: rashomon style || fic rec list

[elvisabutler]

💻 could i request smut prompts 5 and 6 with dove and austin please? 🐶

a little switching never hurt nobody

fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse ) word count: 1892 warnings: the normal warnings apply for this verse. daddy kink. dom/sub dynamics. austin is more of a sub in this, dove is a lil bit more dominant. talk of their past. talk about their character bleed re: elvis and priscilla. oral ( f receiving ). implied future sexual acts. brief moment of austin calling dove mama. author’s note: pubby anon! i know who you are! and want to thank you for this so much. i know i went a little weird with the prompt but i've missed them, didn't want to put this as set in the main timeline and figured nebulous future past the oscars i pretend went better for elvis than it did. this is for my 1k gala with the smut prompts of “i want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.” and “oh, i love that sound you make.” kind of fudged the lines but basic bit is there to be honest. part of my little dove/dove series but can be read alone.

Austin- Austin is not used to this. Austin is not used to seeing you like this. Austin is not used to you being like this. Sure, you're a bit of a brat, sure you're one of the most dominant and domineering in general submissives he's ever met but seeing you like this is new. Is this what he had missed out on too wrapped up and damn near possessed by Elvis? Is this what he missed with his mind picturing you as his little doll, his little dove to mold how he wanted. Is this what you both had missed feeling so much like a man who was larger than life but a little boy at the same time and feeling like a girl- no a young woman who didn't know who she was?

Maybe. Maybe that's what you two had missed and Austin wants to kick himself for it, wants to curse himself for missing how his good little girl, his Dove was so much more than the girl he met and then lost to the movie. It's given you both Oscars and accolades that will propel both your careers in whatever direction you want to take them and after everything- after the therapy and you still being able to call him daddy and a wedding you two did so spur of the moment everyone thought you were drunk out of your mind- he meets this woman. He meets the mix of his Little Dove, his sweet Dove who's blossomed and is so charming you have your costars eating out of your hand and his sweet Dove who is still the woman who just wants him to call her a good girl.

He thinks this is the woman that his mama really did send to him. This is the woman Elvis sent to him. He's the man your dad sent to you. This is the woman he's going to build the best of lives with. This is the woman he is building the best of lives with and he can't help but bend to your will just a little.

"Dove? What are you-" He mumbles against your hair, knowing that the cameras on the red carpet are eating this up. He knows that there will be the slew of compliments and insults when these pictures hit the internet. You're wearing heels but he's wearing his own heeled boots so your height difference doesn't change much to your chagrin. Still, the good bonus to it is that you are just about at Austin's neck, and can use your perch to plant a kiss or several in between flashes of cameras. The two of you are professionals as you'll always remind Austin when he gets a little too handsy at events and as he'll always remind you when you get a little needy, playing with your ring as if your life depended on it. But this time- this one time you can't help but ignore that voice in your head that tells you to be professional because here's your husband in front of you. Here's your husband in front of you and he's all yours, he's going to always be yours until the day one of you dies because after everything- you're it for each other. The Joanne to his Paul, the Bacall to his Bogie, the Dove to his Austin.

"Giving my husband kisses." You answer as if it's the most obvious and normal thing for you to do. "Come to think of it. I want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you. Maybe more than one."

You stand a bit on your toes to reach up the exposed part of his neck and marvel at the way he shivers just slightly at your breath on him. It's heady, watching Austin react the way you normally do. A weight that had been on your lower back moves to your ass and squeezes a warning even as his voice inches toward a growl. "Dove."

"Hm?" A small little hum as you nip at the skin, determined to make this hickey making quick as possible lest you really do get in trouble for making a scene on the carpet. "Daddy?"

Normally that would make him snap out of how he's feeling, how you attempting to take charge is making him feel. This time it only serves to make him sneak a little lower in to giving you the reins just a little. "Aus, not- not daddy. Don't- don't start something you can't finish."

"Have I ever told you that I love it when you growl? I love that little sound you make doing it." Your smirk keeps growing as you look at Austin becoming slowly undone. It's subtle but you know better, you've seen him more intimately than any human being alive. Vanessa has one thing on you but other than that- oh, Austin's face, so open when he wants it to be- has shown you so many things. You know he wants to make a scene and do something on this carpet you'll both regret. A little eyelash flutter is all you do for a second before placing your hand on his chest. "Aus. Inside. Act normal and I think there's a present for you under my dress."

The way he straightens up and looks out at the camera is almost comical and has you biting your lip to try and not laugh even as you can feel your shoulders shaking. Once you've managed to school your face into something resembling normal you turn to face the camera, giving them smiles they're looking for all while sneaking glances at Austin's slightly dazed look. They can't tell but you can. They can't tell there's a bulge pressing up against his slacks that makes you both thankful for compression underwear. if you both cut things a little short on the red carpet- well, that's to be expected. You're professionals but sometimes you're known for doing this, known for playing up the angle of the young couple in so much love you can barely stand it.

It makes people forgive the two of you more. It makes them wonder when you'll have a little birdie to carry around, but it makes them forgive you more. There's a bathroom no one uses when you first walk into the building and you Austin pulling you in there with a speed that makes you almost double over laughing before you're in the bathroom, shutting the door with your foot and locking it behind you. Austin should wait, should take it easy on his knees- on the suit he's wearing but you hear the thump of his knees hitting the ground and feel the cold rush of air that comes with him lifting up the skirt of your dress in record time.

"Aus- slow down. Your Dove is-" Your words are cut off with a nip your thigh and a nuzzle of his nose against your clit. "Daddy."

His words are muffled, mumbled against your skin as his fingers slide in between your folds, playing with the arousal that's been there since the car. You hear a growl from him and a word or two. "Christ, Mama, so wet because of me. Always so needy. Always ready."

The words shouldn't have you clenching your thighs, shouldn't have you grinding against his face, wanting to cover his facial hair in your cum but you can't help it. In other situations you're at his beck and call, you're his sub, you hold the power but he controls the movement, he controls the orgasms- he controls. But here? In this moment? It's you who has the control, it's you who can tell him you want to come. It's you who can ride his face so much he can't breathe. It's you who get to have him taste like you and smell like you for the rest of the night. So you let yourself grind, you let yourself take this control.

Austin eats you out like he's never done it before. Like he's worried this will be the last time he ever can. His tongue glides across your clit, teasing it, making you whine above him, cursing him and calling him a mix of Daddy and Butler and Austin. You plead as his fingers curl next to a tongue that licks inside you, licks around your cunt that wants everything he can give you. His growls normally delight you and even more in this moment where the vibrations send little shockwaves to your clit. They send little shockwaves through your body- little tremors of delight and pleasure that have you gripping his fingers with your cunt. They have you grinding against that tongue and yelping as he uses a bit of teeth just a tiny nip but enough to have you sobbing.

"Aus- Daddy, please. I'm-" Words escape you as his onslaught intensifies and you find yourself biting your fist to try and keep from screaming out as your orgasm hits you. As you hear Austin's mouth making these slurping noises that should be discussing but have your clit pulsing even more. You try and catch your breath leaning against the door as Austin untangles himself from your dress and stands up. He looks like he's ran a marathon, his hair a mess and his face glistening with your juices. A thought crosses your mind to fuck him in this bathroom, especially as you look down and see his cock pressing even farther against its confines. You reach out to touch it before he shakes his head.

"Later. It'll- It'll go down. We gotta- Professionals, Dove." His voice is shaky and you know this is just Austin, maybe Aus, but not Daddy. He takes your hand and places it on his cheek. "Did good, yeah? You happy?"

"Always." You joke before nodding and stroking his cheek. "Best Daddy. Best Austin. My Satnin. My Cali Sunshine."

Something that had been in his shoulders loosens a tension you hadn't quite notices dissipates the more you praise him and you stare just for a moment before speaking. "Let me brush your hair? Make us look presentable again?"

Your only answer is a hum before he lets you run your fingers through his hair, trying to settle it into something manageable. His body feels relaxed and you feel your chest warm at the notion, at the knowledge. "That's enough, baby girl. We-"

"I know. Professionals." You roll your eyes at him using the line against you once again before you pull him into a gentle kiss. "Love you, Austin. Thank you for this."

For everything, for letting her be who she is, for letting her blossom, for letting her be her even if it's not what he signed up for back in 2020.

The look in his eyes tells you he knows what you mean but you see a glint in them that has you opening up your mouth before he places a finger on it to shush you. "My face smells like you, it's all the thanks I need. Now I get to taste you all night."

If you playfully hit him as your both exiting the bathroom, completely ruining whatever allure of professionalism you two had? Well. That's between you, him, and whoever claims they saw it.

[findafight]

Hi! Absolutely loved your pjo stranger things post!!!! Do you have any more headcanons about that verse you’d be willing to share? (Especially about Steve ;))

Not headcanons but little snippets just for you, anon <3

Dionysius has never made it anything other than crystal clear that he hates his job. He dislikes teenagers (their ability to throw Bacchanalia aside) and to be surrounded by them and expected to care about their petty squabbles is just...eugh. The boss man really chose a terrible punishment.

But (and somehow there is a but to working with all his godly peers snot nosed brats) he doesn't...mind young children. They are free of inhibition, look at the world in wonder, are unafraid to taste and try mysteries, and are capable of gluttony to rival a gorged king.

Which is how the youngest camper he's ever had has somehow weedled his way into sitting on his lap as he plays pinochle with Chiron. Dionysius slaps his hands, gently, away from the cards, pulls him a bit farther from the table.

"Mr. D," the kid says "are you my dad?"

He splutters, knocks his (depressingly virgin) cocktail all over the table, gets a chuckle from Chiron (the traitor), and has to grip the kid by the waist to ensure he doesn't tumble to the floor. The kid giggles.

"What makes you say that?" He says after he's finished cursing.

Tiny shoulders shrug. "I dunno. Other campers were talking about their parents, and, Uhm." He squirms "They said I don't got one. Like. God-y or not, cuz I didn't run away but I live here all the time. So I thought maybe camp's my home cuz yer my dad?"

Well, shit. How's he, an immortal being who's own father banished him here and can hardly remember being actually mortal let alone a child, supposed to tell a kid that not only did he get dumped in the woods as a baby, and his godly parent hasn't let anyone know who they are, but the weird guy making sure he doesnt die and knows how to read isn't his dad. Whoever his parents are owe Dionysius so much.

"Well. No. I'm not your dad."

He kicks his feet. "But you help take care-a me?"

"Yes. Because you are little."

"They said that's what their normal parents do."

"Well. I'm a god. So."

"But I'm little. And I don't got one." Godsdammit. Now he sounds sad. "They said sometimes kids don't ever get claimed."

Dionysius shifts him so he can look at his face properly.

"Listen, kid. I'm not your dad. I'd tell you if I was your dad. Promise." He can't believe he just said promise. Gods.

"Okay." He says, satisfied, turning back to the table. "Chiron is for sure not my dad, 'cause I'm not a horse."

Dionysius laughs. Yeah. He's got a soft spot for the little ones.

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Steve holds his plate in front of him, cup balancing precariously on top of it. Cindy, the head camper of the Hermes cabin where he's lived ever since he can remember, said they scraped off part of their food as an offering to the gods, and specifically their godly parent. Steve has rotated through all the gods this week, since the older campers decided he's old enough to understand why they do it. He's even offered some to Dionysius, as a thank you even though he knows he's not his dad.

The only god he hasn't yet is Hestia, but he's going to tonight. No one really talks about her, even less than Hera and Artemis, but he figures he can try. Some of the Hunters of Artemis, who visited a while ago, told him about Hestia and how she tended the home fires of the gods. How she got a portion of every burnt offering, even if it wasn't directed to her.

He thinks that she might appreciate something special, so he decides to dedicate his burnt offering to her, and offer what some kids called libations. He'll scrape some food into the fire, and then pour some of his juice over it too. The Hunters told him it was special, so he'll try it. Maybe because she's the goddess of home, she'll know who his parents are.

He steps up, slides half his bun and a pile of mashed potatoes with an asparagus on-top that Cindy helped him divide up before they left the table, into the fire, thinking as loudly as he can for you, Hestia. He places his plate down and picks up his cup, the older kids behind him huffing impatiently. He pours a splash, then a second one because he wasn't sure how much a libation was supposed to be, and thinks again for Hestia and our home as it fizzles to nothing on the bricks of the fire.

Picking up his plate, he smiles to himself. His first week of real offerings is going well, he thinks.

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Once, when Steve was sixteen, the magic goblets of the dinner tables filled up with wine. Or at least his did. He took his cup with him, poured his libation for Hestia, one of the only two gods he felt remotely any respect for, and paused. He poured a second, for Dionysius.

After the meal, he was summoned. Mr. D raised his eyebrows at him when he walked in and clamped his hand on his shoulder. He'd long since stopped being intimidated by the god, probably sometime around being promised that he wasn't his son, but couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Kid. You can't do that."

"Why not?"

Mr. D sighed."because I'm dry for the next century. My old man hates loopholes, alright?"

"Oh. Sorry."

"Alright, get out of here. We had a late arrival, a nervous one. Get her settled in Hermes cabin with your gaggle of misfits." He waved Steve out, but before he got off the porch steps, he called out. "And Steve?" He waited until he turned back around, then shrugged. "Thanks for trying."

Steve grinned.

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There was gonna be a little hint of steddie here but the app keeps crashing so it's not meant to be

[merv606]

I love the idea of Daniel as being a spunky little omega who is desperate for omega rights, a bit of a political activist who gets ~tamed~ by Alpha Terry. Maybe set in a Puritan world where Daniel fights back but ultimately gets collared and bitten by Terry. Just imagine how much sweeter it would be, Terry tapping on that pretty pussy with his dick, Daniel panting and eyes rolling back begging for it despite rejecting Terry's advances previously.

Bonus idea but not essential: 18 yr + KK Daniel with older Terry ;) Terry's never settled because he's never felt intrigued by an omega before but this cute mouthy little brat just does something to him.

Once of my favourite takes on this trope - NGL.

So in KK, Macchio was 22.

Principal photography began on October 31, 1983 in Los Angeles, and completed by December 16.

So we could say Daniel was 22 and go by TIG’s age in CK which was late 50’s.

Now we could even say TIG at 40 - as he was in Black Point (he would have an easier time keeping up with his younger omega 😏 and more years to breed him 😉)

I can’t see it working in puritan verse because the whole point of that verse is Daniel is an omega who knows his place and revels in it actually - loves that life and what it means.

Whatever version / although many pretty omegas have turned his head and he’s beded them - always having a good time - no omega has even interested him enough for him to stay longer than a night and certainly not to mate - to claim - to give his name to - to bred.

Daniel spread out on Terry’s bed (soon to be their bed) because Daniel is going nowhere - not now not ever - Terry will be sure to claim him and bred him impossibly full - but he’s not going to leaving this bed especially, not anytime soon except on Terry’s knot so he can achieve these goals.

They’re already a couple orgasms in, well Daniel in, Terry knows he needs to be nice and relaxed to take what he has in store for him - his knot and multiple loads.

As many breeding sessions as it needs for it to take although Terry suspects it won’t take long (both a blessing and a curse) - heat is very good look on Daniel.

But his face is buried back in his slick folds, three fingers fucking in, wiping them in dark sheets purposely picked so the wet stains will show up better.

Legs over his shoulders, he wants to see Daniel’s face as he’s claimed, wants to watch his cock open him up as it disperse deep inside his body / wants to see that tiny hole stretch to take his knot and the sure to be obscenely beautiful gape it will leave behind once Terry finally decides to pull out.

“See this is what you really needed …. what you were made for, no matter what you tell yourself and other people.”

“Meant to be fucked full, made fat … meant to carry my pups.”

“Meant to take alpha cock and cum - hole always sloppy and loose from it.”

A hand under his chin forcing his head back - check pressing against Daniel’s as he says the nastiest depraved things - both of them caught up in Daniel’s heat.

“Were’t you?”

A hand pushing together the small little mounds of his chest, “going to provide so well for our pups.”

Daniel so far gone that he doesn’t even protest when he feels the knot becoming more and more insistent against his rim when Terry fucks in, deeper and deeper each time.

The fat knot pushes in, and he’s impossibly full, e can feel it in his stomach, his throat - there is nowhere I touched by Terry. That is, he thinks he’s impossibly full until he feels Terry come - filling him up til he’s bursting, no where for it to go but exactly where it needs to be.

“See darling?” He says, when he feels Daniel come around him when the knot slips in. “This is what you really needed. This is all you want.”

Scenario two - a bit darker

Terry stealthing him - buttering Daniel up first though - pretending he agrees with him on his stance about omegas only to deliberately get him pregnant.

The above scenario - Terry would tamper with his birth control and agree to wear a condom because this is easier.

Agrees to it only so Daniel will eagerly spread his legs for him. Terry plans to slip the condom off before he even puts his cock inside. No way does he want the first time he gets his dick wet inside Daniel to have any type of barrier.

Bare or nothing.

Daniel can feel Terry as he comes inside him - knows something is different as it feels different from any other time he’s had sex with someone (always using protection) and always with betas.

They use knotting tools if he needs them.

This time though - he got the real thing.

Let’s say that Daniel is on a BC that allows heats (he is a strong independent omega and he likes his heats and finding a partner to spend them with) but it does prevent conception.

So where Daniel feels the telltale signs of impending heat he isn’t concerned and him and Terry have been flirting and there is chemistry there so so he asks Terry to spend him heat with him - help him through it.

He had originally said Terry wouldn’t need to knot him - he can normally go without - but had ended up begging for it.

Terry more than willing to give it to him - Daniel coming as soon as his entrance is fucked open around the knot. He thought Terry’s cock was a lot - the biggest he’s taken - but it’s nothing compared to the knot. He could feel the size of it when the heat had started - when Terry bottomed out - it resting against him but it got bigger and bigger once it was pushed inside - locking them together - sealing Terry inside.

Daniel keens - whining high in his throat as he lay there - Terry rubbing his stomach as it slowly bloated. He could only take it - now that it’s inside.

Whimpering at the feel - how good it felt, how right it felt, how overwhelming. The knot pulling at his sensitive entrance as Terry keep rutting his hips in as much as he could in this locked position.

So Terry fucked him with his knot - until Daniel was sobbing from it - completely spent and completely satisfied in a way he never has been. Daniel had come as soon as Terry pressed the knot in, the hormones of heat quickly replacing the ache of being knotted for the first time - had come from the feel of the alpha coming inside him (well, inside the condom inside him, or so Daniel thought anyway).

Daniel keening and whining as he was filled and filled. It felt like Terry was never going to stop coming.

Terry continues soothing him, rubbing his stomach as it slowly bloated more and more from the breeding, imaging a time - in a few short months hopefully when that bump would reappear but from their baby growing biga and strong inside Daniel this time.

A hand coming up to play at his chest, sensitive from heat, white beading at the tips. Terry pleased at how well he’s taking to being bred - a sign of how well he’ll take to his impending pregnancy.

Daniel though is still too heat addled to put it together - that Terry came inside him without a condom on.

A minute of clarity to question, “Terry?! … something.”

“Shhh, it’s okay. This is being bred, sweetheart …. By a real knot” A quick kiss to behind his ear and a quick lick over his mating gland.

“Feels …”

“It feels different from your toys. Just relax. You’re doing so good.”

The omega keens in pride at the praise.

“I mean it ….”

Terry sighs. “I think the condom broke,” he lies. “It can happen especially when Alpahs knot.” That much is true - it can although he wasn’t willing to chance it not, so he had made sure Daniel saw him putting it on but not rolling it off before a stilly pressing inside.

Heat quickly steals his sense again. Awhile later,

“I think it’s going down,” Daniel says. His heat is calming down - he’s conherent which is weird / his heats always last several days.

Terry though - Terry knows what that means.

It took.

Although for good measure he reaches down, getting Daniel off again so he clenches down, tight enough that is forces more seed out of Terry into him.

When he pulls out he confirms the condom “broke.”

Daniel chuckles - first time that’s happened, but then again, first time he’s spend his heat with an alpha or allowed himself to be knotted.

A month later he sits in the bathroom, his alpha by his side, as they watch the pink plus side on the pregnancy test come to fruition.

A part of Daniel doesn’t know what to feel but another part is overwhelmingly happy, and that small part of him is drowned out further when he’s enveloped in his alpha’s arms - Terry overjoyed at the news.

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A year later, Terry comes home to Daniel in the kitchen, pup on his hip, belly full with another one already.

Daniel is none the wiser.

And he took to pregnancy so well, and adores their pup - he’s taken to raising her just as well as he took to pregnancy the life of a start at home

He loves his life of Terry’s stay at home omega that he asked for Terry to put another one inside him which, Terry was planning to so the fact Daniel wants to was icing on the cake.

Life is good.