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Why has Fabio liked Paul Pogba’s latest post that’s so ew

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MANNY JACINTO Nine Perfect Strangers 1.04

[mycupofstars]

The realization that Marius de Romanus is literally a walking red flag

[another-lost-mc]

Imagine Vampire Lord!Diavolo receiving a sacrificial human as a gift. He's delighted but pretends to act horrified and sympathetic to the poor little thing's plight. Blood tastes horrible if the human is terrified. So, for months he lulls them into a false sense of security. Lavishing them with care, gentlemanly behaviour, and isolation for their safety of course!

Let the human delude themself into thinking they had a choice. Vampire Lord!Diavolo mouth waters at the thought of their favourite pet voluntarily offering their blood to him. By then, the trap has long snapped shut. Pleaseee we need more gilded cage, manipulative Diavolo because the potential is limitless!!

A/N: I might've gotten a little carried away with this one.

Vampire!DIAVOLO x gn!Reader, 2.3k words, nsfw, dark themes/content.

Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour including biting/blood drinking, predator/prey dynamics, kidnapping, coercion, manipulation, implied isolation/imprisonment, minor violence, pet names, some sexual content.

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Vampire Prince!Diavolo who hosts monthly gatherings for the other vampire nobles. The abducted humans, like sweet sacrificial lambs, are brought to the castle for the vampire lords to prey on. It’s an archaic practice, but tradition is important to his people.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who doesn’t usually participate in these events himself—Barbatos ensures that all the humans he needs for consumption are delivered to the castle dungeons regularly—but he catches a whiff of an unusual scent in the air.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who finds you huddled at the edge of the room while several nobles leer at you, taunting you as they delight in your torment. Underneath the acrid scent of fear pouring off you in waves, he detects the hint of something scrumptious. It makes his mouth water and he’s overcome with the temptation to claim you for himself.

(He’ll need to do something about the bitterness currently tainting the blood in your veins if he wants to enjoy you properly.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who murmurs instructions to Barbatos and slips away from the party. He sits on his throne in the empty council chamber and waits.

Barbatos finishes his tasks and returns to the prince's side quickly. “Everything is as you requested, my lord.”

“And our guest?”

“Frightened but unharmed. It won’t be long.”

There’s a scuffle outside the door and then a loud, pounding knock. Two guards push the doors open and escort you inside. One of them shoves you forward and you stumble to your knees before the prince.

“Enough,” Diavolo orders as he rises from his throne. You try to crawl away from him, but you're paralyzed by fear. His impressive frame towers over you, and there’s an angry glint in his eyes when he snarls at the guards who skitter away with hasty apologies to their lord.

His face softens as he kneels down on one knee before you, hands held out in front of him as if to show you he means no harm. He’s careful not to touch you; you’re still trembling like a pitiful little mouse.

He almost feels guilty that you ended up here—a tasty morsel for beasts much stronger than you—but then he wouldn't have this chance to have you for himself, would he?

“You must be cold,” he says apologetically. The thin material of the simple robe you were given to wear—similar to the other human guests—leaves little to the imagination. Diavolo unclasps his cloak and drapes it over your shoulders.

You stare at him dumbstruck; you’re too scared to move, too scared to breathe.

He leans forward and scents the air discreetly. The foul stench of fear is stronger now, but so is the undercurrent of your natural scent. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from licking his lips.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who promises that no harm shall come to you, so long as you are respectful and follow the rules you are given. He insists that you’ll be given a spacious room of your own near the finest library in the castle.

(You don’t need to know that it’s his own private library in the royal quarters where only you and he reside.) 

Vampire Prince!Diavolo, who asks you to call him by his name, escorts you personally to your new room. He had Barbatos prepare this for you once he decided you would be his.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who hopes you’ll appreciate the luxuries he’s giving you: a large bed with the finest silk sheets, a private bathroom, a writing desk and record player. There’s an empty walk-in closet that the prince intends on filling with tailored clothes to accentuate your lovely features, in all the colours he thinks will best compliment your eyes and complexion.

(You’ll be beautiful for his eyes alone.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who spends as much time with you as he can. He wants you to get used to his presence in the hopes that one day you'll crave his company instead of simply tolerating it. He makes time in his schedule so he can join you for each meal Barbatos brings to your room.

Your hand shakes nervously and the cutlery scrapes unpleasantly against the china plate. Diavolo pretends not to notice as he takes a sip from the chalice of blood he’s brought with him in lieu of eating food.

“If there are any particular foods you enjoy, please let me know. I’ll see to it that Barbatos prepares your meals especially suited to your tastes,” he says as he lowers his glass, licking a stray drop of blood from his lip.

You glance nervously at the glass in his hands and back up to his eyes, and you sit up in your chair like you're trying to muster enough courage to speak your mind.

(My brave little mouse, he thinks as he tries not to grin with amusement.)

“You’re not…you’re not going to kill me?” You guessed your true purpose for being here. Memories slowly returned to you of the night you were abducted, how a stranger’s whisper in your mind commanded you to sleep. You woke up here, surrounded by other scared humans like yourself and thrown into a crowd of vampires of all things.

You were certain you were going to die when you were nearly dragged from that ballroom by those brutish guards. You have no idea what a vampire prince could possibly want from you, except to kill you himself after he bleeds you dry.

Diavolo chuckles and shakes his head. His eyes glitter brightly with amusement, and he smiles when he raises the glass to his lips again for another sip. “If I wanted your blood, don’t you think you’d be dead by now?”

Dead like the rest of the humans you were brought here with hangs unspoken in the air between you.

You finish eating in silence as you contemplate his words. Barbatos clears the dishes away when you're done and leaves you alone with the vampire prince who seems determined to be your friend.

Diavolo stands from the table. “It’s a lovely evening, and the night-blooming roses in my private garden are exquisite. Would you like to join me?”

He holds his hand out to you; you hesitate for a moment before resting your hand in his. You see the tips of his fangs when he smiles.

You make very few requests at first, but as days turn into weeks, you grow comfortable in the new home he has made for you. You abide by his one very simple request: not to venture outside this wing of the castle.

(“For your own protection,” Diavolo told you in those early days.)

Your days are lonely but comfortable, passing by in a blur of endless books from the impressive library not far from your room, and the growing collection of new music for your record player.

Sometimes you wake up in the mornings and things are not quite how you left them the night before. You assume it’s the work of Barbatos, the only other vampire you’ve met since that first night. He tidies your room discreetly when you're in the library so he doesn't disturb you. He also passes his master’s greetings and well wishes to you each morning when he brings you breakfast.

“Do you clean my room at night when I’m asleep?” you ask him one morning before he leaves. “I feel terrible if that’s the case—you don’t need to do that.” You want to tell him it's creepy and invasive, but you find the vampire prince's butler even more intimidating than the prince himself.

Barbatos glances at you as he tidies your breakfast dishes on a tray, and he almost looks annoyed and surprised by your question. He huffs out a quiet sigh of exasperation. “It seems that my lord wants to ensure your comfort and safety, even in the darkest hours of the night."

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who dotes on you lavishly, who ensures everything you could ever want or hope for, is yours.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who realizes that genuine feelings of affection have begun to bloom for you deep within the chasm of his hollow heart. He enjoys your quiet laughter when he tells you amusing stories about his fellow nobles, and he misses your thoughtful advice when he’s too busy with official duties to visit you.

The first time he has to leave the castle for an overnight excursion, he’s fraught with anxiety about leaving you behind.

He can’t bring you with him, either. It’s too risky—he doesn’t want any of the other lords near you. Your once-foul stench has dissipated over time, and the nectar flowing in your veins is starting to bloom like the aroma of the finest wine.

He comes to your room to say goodbye, but when he backs away towards the door to leave, you lift your hand like you want to stop him. The truth shines in your eyes when they mist over with too many emotions to name, and you choke out a stuttered farewell of your own.

(You’re scared of being alone for the first time since you were brought to this strange, dark place. You have no one else but him, and he knows it.)

He leaves the castle with a hint of a smile on his face, satisfied with the revelation that you are going to miss him too.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who returns to you after only a few days apart, and you nearly fly across the room into his arms when he greets you warmly. He doesn’t disguise his longing for you, or his happiness to be with you again. (Have you always been this lovely?) He holds your hands in his as he inquires about your well-being. He sits next to you and answers your questions about his trip as Barbatos brings you tea.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who scents the air while he visits with you. Your fear and sorrow has all but disappeared, leaving nothing but the fragrance of your delicious scent. It’s even better than he hoped for. He’s been so patient and waited so long for this moment.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who reaches for your hand and strokes your wrist with his fingers as he leans closer to you. Your eyes darken with anticipation and your breath hitches, and his eyes dart down as you lick your lips nervously. He’s hungry for your blood, but he’s starving for the rest of what you can offer him—your body, your companionship, your unwavering devotion, your love. 

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who decides with absolute certainty to keep you by his side, the little mouse he shields from a world of monsters. Tomorrow will be a new beginning for both of us, he promises with a soft kiss against the back of your hand. His eyes linger on your neck when he pulls away, and you tilt your head slightly in submission.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who wakes up in the middle of the night when he hears you shout his name. He rushes down the hall and into your room, and he sees someone standing near your bed. He grabs the disguised intruder by the throat and pins him against the wall, fangs bared menacingly for daring to touch you. When Barbatos arrives, he offers to take care of the intruder so Diavolo can take care of you. 

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who picks you up despite your protests and carries you to his room. He tucks your head against his shoulder while he murmurs soothingly in your ear. He knows you’re not afraid, not anymore. In place of fear, all he can smell is your gorgeous aroma, laced with gratitude and love because he came when you needed him most.

(The intruder tried to convince you he was saving you from the wretched prince, but you don't want to be saved—not anymore.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who lays you on his bed and holds you close, but your hands fidget nervously against his bare chest. Your eyes are blown black with lust and he can’t resist kissing you, not when your lips are so close to his.

(His little mouse looks even better trembling with desire rather than fear.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who covers your body with his own, and he sinks his cock inside you when he finally pierces your neck with his fangs. You clench your fingers in his back and his hair like you’re afraid he might leave you.

(He’ll never leave you, and he’ll never let you go.)

Barbatos sniffs as Diavolo walks past him into his study. His nose wrinkles at the overpowering scent of sweat and arousal and copper that clings to the prince. “I take it that things went well?”

Diavolo hums as he sits down heavily in his seat. “My little mouse is resting, but let’s make this quick.” He’s whet his appetite for your blood on his tongue and your body clenched around him, and he’s nearly overcome with how badly he wants more of you.

Barbatos leaves his office and returns a few minutes later with one of the vampire lords. “Lord Mephistopheles as you requested, my lord.”

Diavolo gestures towards the empty chair in front of his desk. “Sit down, Mephisto.” He leans back in his chair. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly, but it had to look convincing.”

(You'll never know the deadly consequence that awaited you if you failed Diavolo's final test of loyalty.)

Mephisto sits up stiffly in his chair. “Of course, I am but your humble servant, my lord. But if I may speak freely, your intended mate put up a more of a fight than I imagined.” He holds up one of his gloved hands gingerly. “I didn’t expect to be bitten by a human tonight.”

Diavolo subconsciously rubs over the slight indents of your teeth in his shoulder; you bit him to muffle your scream when you came on his cock. “Neither did I,” he murmurs, fangs bared when his lips curl into a wicked smile.

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Art: of course the Preservation responder arrived promptly. I sent a messenger buoy while we were in the system with all the information they would need.

The message Pin-Lee forwarded to Mensahs feed 0.2 seconds after she stepped out of her third session of kidnapping/hostage trauma therapy:

[havensins]

Heyoo can i ask for a miguel o'hara x reader.....with some feminization....cuz like calling miguel princess or darling,mommy......its just😫...i mean look at him...a beefy bottom.....damn...and a bit of breeding kink pleaseeee....im obsessed with this man already

Also can i be 🚩anon?

i rlly think miguel would enjoy feminization a lot tbh! he knows how big and beefy he is and so the humiliation he’d feel when you call him a good girl or your sweet princess would have him cum almost immediately.

putting him in skirts and then overstimulating him so that his cum stains the fabric. then scolding him for “ruining his pretty skirt”.

the mini skirt you’d put him left little to the imagination, with his thick thighs making the fabric ride up and the way his cock was barely contained. the blush on his face would nearly be permanent.

you’d made him sit in your lap as you grope at his exposed skin, applying a little more pressure to his erogenous zones.

and then when you finally give his cock some attention, he’s already reduced to tears and begging you to make him cum.

[agro-carnist]

Going through and blocking terfs and seeing that they'll choose the same aesthetic pictures for pfps and banners that far right people do

[marrmora]

Embrace your inner dog

Sleep on the floor instead of your bed

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

Nooooo, but why is this so accurate though?! 😂😅😅😅🤣

[tarjapearce]

If another person flirted with reader infront of mafia Miguel what would he do

El Diablo would do nothing. Or so he likes for people to believe.

He'd let the man say whatever things and sweet nothings he wants to. And once done, he'd continue on his business like nothing had happened.

However, once in the privacy of his lair, he wouldn't give you time to change. Matter of fact, he'd bend you over his pool table and give your insides a much needed rearrangements til you begged his name or bit the sheets, whatever happened first. He'd be somehow gentle if you ignored the man.

But if you smiled or thanked that man's way? You better prepare your legs for trembling like Bambi for the upcoming days.

Hickeys are his favorites, specially when it comes to leaving them in visible places of your body, imposible to cover up. For people to understand you're his, despite your protests and embarrassment.

Neck, wrist, inner thighs, top of your breast, around your nipples; your shoulders, the top of your back and lower back, full of love bites and hickeys. He loves dressing you up in things that flaunt those hickeys quite well.

And if that same person, keeps insisting?

Nothing that a quick beating by his men, and force them to watch him play with your cunt fixes.

"See that?" He'd speak after you'd come undone in his fingers, licking them clean, "That's mine."

[poomphuripan]

MY STAND-IN (2024) | 1.02

[gaybuckybarnesss]

JOSEPH QUINN Hoard (2023)

[fillviez]

I doodled some my post game, The Vampire Ascendant and Bhaal’s Chosen Epilogue🚩🚩

[another-lost-mc]

Barbatos is super cool and elegant but I bet everyone I own that he is the freakiest in bed, the freak of the group wit the sex drive over the moon

Oh, I can totally see that. I think he would be adaptable to whatever his partner wanted. Given the right circumstances, I imagine what he's willing to do to them (and allow them to do to him) can be a little extreme.

There’s different versions of Barbatos that live in my brain, and I love them all.

[Barbatos x gn!Reader, 1.4k words, nsfw. Content warnings: sexual situations including one dub-con scenario at the end.]

I like super soft and sweet Barbatos...

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you protested gently, even as you sighed and melted against the gentle hands rinsing rose-scented suds off your back.

He shushed you and dipped the washcloth back into the bubbly bath water. “We don’t have many moments like this together. Allow me this chance to be selfish with you, my dear.” He brushed a kiss against your shoulder, and his lips ticked into a gentle smile when you shuddered.

“As long as I’m not taking you away from your other work,” you said softly as you looked at him over your shoulder.

He trailed his wet fingers across your chest and up the delicate skin of your throat. He cradled your jaw and his eyes flicked down to your lips. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he promised before he leaned forward and kissed you. He groaned quietly when your lips slotted against his, and when you pulled away to catch your breath, he licked his lips thoughtfully.

“Want to join me, then?” you asked breathlessly.

He soaked in the sight of your bright eyes and glistening skin, and his eyes trailed down your naked chest. He shook his head and stood up beside the tub. “I have a better idea,” he murmured as he offered you his hand. He helped you from the bath and he reached for the fluffy towel nearby.

You bit your lip when he knelt in front of you and patted your thighs dry with the towel. “You don’t have to do this either,” you said, voice shaky as desire washed over you, but you tangled in his hair when he shuffled closer to you.

He leaned forward and inhaled your natural scent laced with rose, and he sighed with something like contentment as he pressed a kiss to your belly.

“I've wanted to do this all day,” he whispered as he nudged your thighs apart and settled between them. He leaned forward and teased your arousal with his tongue, and when your legs started to shake, he curled his hands around your hips to steady you.

...and I like desperate and dirty Barbatos...

"Wait, what if–oh, fuck–what if someone hears us?"

You were bent over a side table in an empty lounge not far from the ballroom where tonight's festivities were being held. When Barbatos appeared and quietly asked for a moment of your time, you thought he wanted to chat, or perhaps steal a kiss in private. You didn't expect him to pull you into an empty room and tug at your dress clothes. He maneuvered you against the tabletop and moved your underwear aside so he could stretch you open with his slick, greedy fingers.

He hummed in agreement. "You're right, my love. You're far too noisy," he chided you as he slipped in a third finger and stroked over the soft, spongy spot buried deep inside you. He smirked when you bit your lip to silence the surprised moan that tumbled from your lips.

"I can't–please–" your cheek was squished against the cool wooden table, and you panted even as his wicked fingers sent jolts of pleasure shooting through you.

Something cool and wet flicked against the corner of your mouth, and you opened your lips obediently as one of the forks of his tail prodded for entrance. You moaned around the tip and sucked. He squeezed your hip approvingly and you felt lightheaded from his silent praise.

"Perhaps keeping your mouth full will help, hm?" He pulled his fingers from your body and swatted the swell of your ass when you whined pathetically around the appendage dancing along your tongue. He repositioned behind you and flicked open his fly so he could pull out his cock.

You closed your eyes as the soft, buttery leather gloves he wore spread your thighs wider for him. Heat bloomed in your cheeks when he stood there, silent and unmoving, and you knew he was staring at you.

He watched your greedy hole flutter around the blunt head of his cock, and he rubbed across your entrance without slipping inside. His self-control started to fray at the seams when you wiggled your hips invitingly and brushed back against him. You bit the tip of his tail, too–not hard, but with enough pressure to get his attention–and he groaned.

You cheeky little thing.

He snarled and pulled your hips back onto his cock as he bullied inside you with one rough stroke. He leaned over your back and growled in his chest, low and deep, and he started to thrust as his tail muffled your cries.

...and I like creepy and morally bankrupt Barbatos, too. (I like him so much, I wrote a series about him.)

Barbatos waited patiently outside the guest chambers you were given for tonight's overnight stay at the castle. He wasn't sure how long the tea would take to work, and he was so eager to–

A confused moan from within your room caught his attention, and he tempered the eager smile that threatened to bloom across his face. He shuffled his feet so you would hear the sound of footsteps near your door, and he knocked twice before stepping inside hesitantly.

"I beg your pardon, but I heard a noise as I walked past." He noticed your confused expression, the beads of sweat that were dotting along your brow, and the way your hands clenched the sheets of your bed.

You shook your head and whimpered. "I don't–I don't know, I started feeling sick all of a sudden? I feel so hot, and–" your quivering voice trailed off into a moan and you winced with embarrassment.

He stepped closer to you and he could practically taste the pheromones your body was pumping into the air. He's glad he gave you this room, further away from the others, at the end of a long hallway where no one but him would have reason to pass.

He pulled off his gloves and slipped them into his pocket. You fixated on his bare hands and he felt primal satisfaction swell inside him when your eyes shone with unabashed lust.

"I'm here," he murmured with false sympathy as he cupped your cheek with his palm.

Compared to your burning-hot skin, his hands felt cool and dry and you nuzzled into the touch with a sigh. You were mindless except for the desire churning in your belly. When you rubbed your thighs together, you felt how wet your underwear was from the arousal leaking from you.

He stroked your face gently. "Do you want my help?" He could sense you were so close to giving in.

You peered up into his face, you dark and half-lidded eyes glistening with tears and pleading for his help. You choked as another cramp between your legs made you gasp, and you nodded your head instead.

Even in your compromised state, you felt a moment of relief. You trusted him. You rolled over and rubbed your hips pitifully against the sheets looking for some sort of friction. You knew he was watching, but you didn't care. Nothing else mattered except the sudden urge to be taken. The hot evidence of your arousal leaked freely between your legs and soaked the sheets underneath you.

He looked on curiously as you desperately attempted to soothe the fire raging inside you. He knew your efforts would fail; the sickness plaguing you won't be satisfied by your own hand or clumsy movements. Nothing can help you now, nothing except his cock buried deep inside you and marking you with his scent and seed.

He sat on the edge of the bed beside you and lowered his head. "Tell me what you want," he whispered into your ear.

You shuddered when his hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck. "Need you, inside, I need it –please?" you babbled while you continued rocking uselessly against the mattress.

"As you wish," he murmured darkly. He couldn't hide the victorious smirk that curled his lips–the potion he stirred into your tea this evening worked better than he could've imagined.

He started unbuttoning his shirt and he teased you, slowly revealing inch after inch of pale skin to your burning gaze. When was finally naked, he lowered himself to the bed and rolled you onto your back. He was too impatient to be gentle, and he knew you were too. He tore your clothes to shreds until your heaving chest and soft belly and bare thighs were exposed to him. He roamed your skin greedily with his hands and his cock throbbed when you arched into his touch.

Another ripple of painful need tore through you, and you nearly sobbed from being so painfully empty. He hushed you as he covered your body with his own. You whimpered his name when he positioned himself between your trembling thighs, and the beast inside him howled as he crushed his lips to yours.

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Brandon Sanderson should just finish Winds of Wint-

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post-quali conversations.