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Apologize - Part 2

Feyd Rautha x Wife!Reader

Series: Part 1, Part 2

Warnings: MDNI, oral (fem receiving), praise, smut, dirty talk, slight degradation, denial, general filth

Words: 1.2K

Description: Feyd has been busy with meetings. You take matters into your own hands. Now you get to pay the price.

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“Please” You whine, pulling against the restraints that tie your wrists to the bed posts. “You’re torturing me, my love.” 

Feyd’s breath ghosts across your thighs as he laughs from his perch between them. “If you want my cock, you’ll have to beg harder darling.” You squirm, kicking your legs out in an attempt to push your husband away. “None of that,” Feyd says, spanking your outer thigh. “You’re gonna sit there like a good fucking girl, and take it until I say you’re done.”

Feyd hooks his hands under your knees, pushing them up to your chest in one swift move. You cry out as he dives back into your sensitive cunt. Feyd had carried you back to your rooms after the scene you made in his meeting. He refused to let you touch him and hadn’t made a move to even try and fuck you. Instead, your husband had thrown you on the bed and tied your hands. Feyd spent the better part of the last hour feasting on your cunt and keeping you on the edge, stopping just before you came each time. 

Your eyes roll back as you feel yourself approach another climax. “Right there! Please just a little more-” Feyd latches onto your clit, humming and lapping at the little bud. You moan, bucking into his face harder. “Yes, yes, yes, thank you! I’m gonna-” It never comes, and you whine in frustration, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Feyd had pulled back just before you reached your peak. He drops his grip on your legs, wiping your slick from his mouth with the back of his hand. “So good for me,” he praises. “Taking your punishment so well. How many more do you think you deserve, darling?”

“Please let me come.” Your breaths come out in pants as you come down. “Please, anything. My love, I’ll do anything.”

“I know you will,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead as he smooths your hair down. “Which is why you’re gonna give me another. Just one more and it’ll all be over. You think you can do that?”

You shake your head furiously back and forth. “I can’t, it’s too much.”

“Yes you can,” Feyd purrs, kissing his way back down your body. “You want to know why?” he asks as he stops to tweak your nipple. 

“W-why?”

“Because I’m going to make you.” 

Feyd latches onto your cunt with renewed vigor, sliding two fingers into you. He massages your walls with practiced ease, playing your body like it was an instrument. Your climax is already building again, pitifully fast thanks to the near hour that Feyd has dangled you on the edge. Your legs are shaking with the effort to hold back your orgasm, and you feel Feyd grin into your cunt. He wrenches his head back, moving a hand to draw firm circles on your clit as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. “Fuck darling, can you hear that?” You try to ignore him, but Feyd is right. You’re so wet, that you can hear every thrust of his fingers. “Gods you’ve soaked our bed. The servants will need to burn the sheets, because they’re never going to get the scent of your needy cunt out of them.”

You're hurtling towards climax, squirming away from Feyd’s hands as you babble nonsense. Just as you feel your peak nearing, he rips his hands from your cunt. You scream in frustration, snapping your thighs together in an attempt to get enough friction to cum. Feyd  stares at you in awe, gently pulling your legs apart and murmuring praises. “There you go,” he says, stroking up and down your thighs to soothe you. “It’s all over now, you did so good for me.”

“No more,” you whine. Your body is exhausted from the constant torment, your thighs quivering in his grip.

“Shh,” Feyd soothes, reaching for his knife to deftly cut the ties at your wrists. You wind your arms around his neck, weakly clinging to him and pulling him down to a kiss. He pulls away from your embrace, standing up to strip out of his robes. “You think you can do one more thing for me?” Feyd asks, crawling back to cover your body with his own. 

You nod in agreement, letting him guide your leg to hook around his waist. A sigh falls from your lips as you feel him finally slide into you. “I need you to lay back, and take it like the obedient little wife I know you can be.” He hisses, fucking into you with lazy thrusts.

“Fuck, Feyd.” You moan, rocking to meet every thrust of his hips. Your hands claw uselessly at his back, and Feyd moans at the pain before fucking harder into you. 

“Come on,” he growls. “Take it. I want you dripping with me by the end of tonight. My darling girl is gonna complain that I’m not giving her enough attention? I’ll make sure you can’t even walk without remembering tonight.”

Feyd pulls out, flipping you onto your hands and knees. He pushes your shoulders down into the mattress, forcing your ass up higher. “Ass up darling, present for me.” Feyd demands with a spank to your ass. He fucks back into you, the new angle making his cock hit even deeper into you than before.

You sneak a hand down to rub at your clit, desperate for some friction to send you over the edge. “No,” Feyd orders, grabbing your hair in his fist and pulling you up. Your back is flush with his chest, and his free hand slides up to twist and tug at your nipples. “I told you to just stay there and take it. Not play with your greedy cunt.”

“M’sorry,” you whine.

“It’s not your fault,” Feyd purrs into your ear. “My desperate little girl is so used to getting what she wants. Maybe if you ask nicely enough, I’ll let you come and milk this cock dry.” Feyd bites down on the junction between your neck and ear, before pulling back and lick and kiss at the teeth marks.

“Please, my love,” you beg breathlessly. “Please sir, please na-Baron. I need it so bad.”

“Need what? You’re going to have to spell it out for me, darling.” Tears are now dripping down your cheeks, and your husband tilts your head towards him to lick them away. 

“Please make me come.”

Feyd needs no further invitation, sliding a hand down to rub ruthless circles against your clit. Your climax hits you almost instantly as you finally get the friction you’ve been needing. “That’s it, darling. Come for me. Do it. Drench my cock.” Feyd hisses as he fucks into you deeper and continues to abuse your clit. “Fuck darling, your little cunt is practically strangling my cock.” You cry and squirm against him as oversensitivity sets in. “Just a little more,” he moans, “I’m almost there.”

His thrusts are getting frantic and sloppier as he approaches his climax. “Come for me, my love,” you whisper. Feyd cries out a moan, biting down on your shoulder roughly as he cums. You’re both a panting and sweaty mess, chests heaving as you come down from the high. 

Feyd gently pulls out, laying you down to plant kisses across every inch of your skin. You whine and pull him up for a kiss. “Round two?” He asks playfully. Rolling your eyes, you push him away. 

“My love, I might just need a week away from you to recover.”

Note: Thanks for all the love on part 1! I hope you all enjoy this filthy sequel. As always, I am accepting requests for fics. Let me make all your crazy ideas come to life. <3 - Lacie

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[merakiui]

From the post where you said that the tweels get punishment by sleeping in the couch now i just imagine that darling has two emergency eel plushies for when this happens to cuddle with exactly how you would sleep like with the tweels but instead there is a large eel plush (both being similar colors of their merform the one to remplace Floyd has a :D face with the sharp teeth made of cloth too but the eyes closed in the same droopy way the Jade plush is similar but smiling with the mouth closed :) type way and of course his eyes turned upwards to rub it more in their faces they have the same black hair strand) to let them know that bad eels don't get cuddles now go! >:( I would do this with any other character as well. Also i am curious about what animal do you think that rollo would be best because honestly I have no idea for him yet (Azul also gets his own octopus plush for when he didn't came in his gm outfit)

Gonna leave this just in case: warning maybe? Stuff with plushies

(I haven't checked the don't do when it comes to writing kinks but if you want to be EXTRA attaching a toy to the plushies and riding them maybe even with the door open so they can't excuse themselves with "Oh but what if you get horn-" "Bad eels don't get fuck" will do)

Just a random thought that I got while looking in Pinterest :D

-Cuchito

Omg yes!!! Snuggling with two eel plushies that have similar features while the twins sit in horny jail on the sofa. >_< you can be certain that the moment they’ve finished serving their sentence they’re going to fuck you so good and so hard and make you so silly on their cocks. It’ll be a relief and a revenge all at once. <3

Maybe they even get jealous of the eel plushies if you’re sleeping with them often (or using them for pleasure). Imagine Floyd holding a knife up to one and threatening it as if it’s real and can talk: “I dunno what ya got in ya that’s got Shrimpy all excited, but ya gotta knock it off before I knock you out.” >:( Jade would undo the meticulous stitching on the plush resembling him and take it apart piece by piece if it weren’t for the fact that he knows how much you like it. Neither eel wants to make you sad, even if it’s both annoying and embarrassing to be jealous of a plushie. To think the source of their woe is something so soft and cute as that…

I imagine by the second or third day of being condemned to the couch the eels are considering just apologizing once more and begging to be let back in. Or breaking down your bedroom door. The latter seems better and keeps their pride intact, but then they don’t really care much about pride because they love you and would beg in a heartbeat if you wanted it. They’d get on their knees so easily for you. The eels are so whipped for you. orz anything for their beloved darling. :)

Their happiness is palpable when you finally let them back in. They’re clinging to you and cuddling so sweetly. It lasts for all of three minutes before their hands are wandering and they’re casually discussing what they should do to you with wicked smiles:

“Was awfully mean of Shrimpy to make us wait like this… Hey, Jade, let’s make up for lost time, yeah?”

“A brilliant idea, Floyd. Let’s see how long our little pearl can last. Perhaps three days should be enough to satisfy…”

You’d better not have anything planned for those next three days because they are filled with on and off rounds of sex. It brings the twins inner peace to finally slot inside you and feel your body pressed between theirs. By the end of it, your entire body is covered in bites and bruises.

(As for animal plushies for Rollo, I imagine a goat would be fitting because the City of Flowers loves their community goats and treats them so kindly. :D)

[mxtantrights]

Bounded by blood and shadow (17)

azriel x magic!fem!reader

Kynas looks…ill. And not just because you loathe the sight of him. He looks pale and shaky. Something was already not right with hi, but this is a whole other level. He looks at you and smiles wickedly.

He has both your brother and Azriel on their knees. No about controlling their blood to make them pliant to his will. 

Your brother.

He looks bad. Bruises, some fresh and some old. Blood from a slit lip. His clothes are all muddied and stained with blood. You can’t believe the sight in front of you. Your brother, ever the warrior, down on his knees. First born, Emperor. 

Azriel looks like he’s struggling the most. Fighting against the blood hold Kynas has on him. Which isn’t easy, the fact he’s able to do so shows how strong he is. 

Now that you have Kynas here, it’s better to get this all out in the open. Figure out what all of this mess was for, why so many people had to die for him get your attention. Why he had you brother. Why wanted to come back when there was nothing here for him in Sangri. 

“What do you want?” You ask.

Kynas lets out a dark laugh, “What I want isn’t something that you can give me. But tonight isn’t about that.” 

Azriel struggles a bit too much and you can see the blood leak from his nose. Kynas is enjoying the sight because he grabs him by the back of the neck and shakes him around. He’s messing with him, he’s messing with you. All of you.

“You want to come back? You want to take your revenge on me? What? What is it?!” You shout.

Kynas lets go of Azriel. 

“I think you’ve out done yourself this time. I mean, I can smell you on him.” Kynas sneers.

“Enough!” Your brother shouts.

You look at him. He’s straining really hard. His face a different shade. His breathing—it doesn’t even look like he’s breathing at this point.

Kynas unfurls a blood blade of his own. Placing it right at your brother’s neck. You take a tense step back.

“Put that down!” You yell.

Kynas cocks his head and edges the knife further, causing blood to trickle down your brother’s neck. Your eyes go wide. You want to stop him. You want to kill him right here and now. But you can’t. You can’t do that when two other lives are in the balance. Both of which need to be saved.

“You will take care to remember your place with me.” Kynas says.

All you can think of in this moment is that if you make a move, one if not both of them are dead. You can’t move. You can’t move an inch. 

-

Amren takes the blade to Rhysand’s office. Everyone trickles in one by one—except for Nesta and Cassian who come in together. They all surround her.

“What’s happening? Is it the brother?” Nesta asks.

“It just started shaking. I wasn’t using it.” Amren answers.

Elaine looks around the room, antsy, “I told you! We should have never left him there!”

“Elaine if you can’t keep a calm head about this you need to leave.” Morrigan says.

Elaine crosses her arms over her chest, a pout on her lips. Nesta rolls her eyes and focuses back on Amren. Amren, a creature she’s known for such little time, but still understands one thing about her. Amren knows no fear. And looking at her right now all Nesta can see and smell is fear.

“You think she’s in trouble.” Nesta deduces.

“And that means Azriel is too.” Rhysand adds.

“He would no doubt be right by her side.” Morrigan says.

Then Morrigan looks to Elaine, who seems struck by her comment. At this very moment she didn’t care. Elaine running around with this fantasy in her head that she could have Azriel when Lucien is her mate was one thing. Then you came along, and Azriel felt the bond snap into place and Morrigan thought Elaine would get it through her head. But she’s still living in the fantasy.

Morrigan looks back at Amren.

“I’m the only one that can go and check it out.” Amren says.

Cassian nods, “I’ll take you.”

“We’ll all go.” Nesta says.

“No it’s best if some of us stay here.” Feyre speaks up.

Her eyes right on Elaine. Amren nodded along. Cassian holds out his hand for Amren to take. She takes it. And the two are gone instantly in a cloud of darkness. 

“You’re wrong, he wouldn’t follow her into trouble. He hardly knows her and she isn’t his mate.” Elaine says to no one in particular. 

Morrigan looks around the room, thinking of the words she wants to say. None of them were going to speak up. Not Feyre, Not Rhysand. They let it linger for too long. She can’t let it stand any longer.

“You need to wake up. He is not yours. He is bound to her. Even if she doesn’t feel anything, he will. For the rest of his life. He will act on instinct and negate every single logical thought he has to save her. That’s what you do for your mate. You would know that if you actually talked to yours.” Morrigan argues.

Elaine’s expression shifts to anger, “How dare you say that to me!”

“No, it’s true.” Feyre agrees.

Elaine turns to her sister now, “You’re agreeing with her over me? I’m your sister!”

“And it’s because of that I have been careful, and gentle. But it’s enough now. You need to let this fascination with him go.” Her sister speaks clearly.

“It’s not fascination! We have a bond.”

“It is nothing compared to the bond he has with her, even if it’s one way.” Rhysand pipes in.

Elaine looks around the room. She scoffs and stomps right out of it. Morrigan looks right to Feyre.

“I know that was hard for you.” She says to her friend.

Feyre sighs, “It had to be done.”

-

You hope Amren gets the message. You let the blood blade seep back into your hand. Kynas smiles at the show of disarmament. You hate every second of it. 

“I want you to take down the wards.” Kynas says.

The wards? Why did he want to take down the protection barrier? He’s already inside. And if he weren’t, it’s not like it would be a problem for him to get access. Just because he was exiled doesn’t mean he couldn’t come back home if he really wanted to. What was his end goal here?

“If I take down those wards we all lose our protection.” You reply.

“Protection from what? I mean, have you not been warming the bed of the lord from a fae court?” He asks you straight out.

“He is my friend.” You answer bristly.

“Ah, and if I smell him will he reek of you like this one?” He juts his chin to Azriel.

You shake your head, “Why do you want the wards down?”

Kynas smiles, “Good question, which will be answered in due time. For now we should move this to some place better suited for the festivities.”

You watch in real time as he snaps his fingers and both your brother and Azriel are gone. In a cloud of dark smoke. It almost looked like winnowing to you. But that can’t be—Kynas isn’t fae.

He drools over your faltered expression.

“My darling wife, we have much catching up to do. Come, join me in the throne room.” He says.

Then he himself is gone too. In the same way. You take two seconds to think. Your chances of stripping his powers just got more complicated. Killing him might be your best option. You take off down the long hallway and turn left. What you’re not expecting is to be met with the feeling of so many people. You can feel all of them. 

You skid to a halt when you see them. All of the towns people, walking down the long hallway way and into the throne room. You look around the crowd as you maneuver around them. How did they all get here? There was no confusion as to why—Kynas. But how did he manage to get them all inside the palace this quickly?

Someone is calling your name from the front. You look around frantically because you know that voice. Semaj finds you quickly. His tiny hands wrap around your middle. You kneel down to his level.

“Your bother is back! I can’t believe he’s throwing us all a party.” The little boy says.

Your skin goes cold. None of this is your brother. This is all Kynas, and none of them know that. You grab onto Semaj’s shoulders.

“Semaj I need you get out of here. I need you all to leave, right now.” You say hurriedly.

Semaj looks at you. No doubt questioning why you wanted him to leave a party. But you look him in the eyes with a serious face. You have never liked at him like this before. Semaj nods his head and runs away from you. You see him darting over to as many people as possible telling them to turn around and go back. Some don’t pay him any mind, but there are others who do. 

The last time you see Semaj is when he’s leading other people back down the hallway, to the entrance of the palace.

You have to nudge your way and shoulder some people to get into the throne room. When you do you can only get past the door. You see all three of them. Right in the middle of the parted crowd. Your brother standing up straight, still being controlled a few feet from his throne. Kynas at then bottom of the Dias, a scroll in his hands. Azriel at the corner of the room, facing everyone.

“Kynas!” You yell.

He turns to you with a smile, “Now that we have an audience, bring the wards down.” 

Everyone in the room stops and looks at you. You meet the eyes of a few of them. They look numb. He’s controlling them. That’s why Semaj wasn’t able to convince more people to stop walking in here. All of a sudden a scroll appears in your hands. Before it has the chance to fall out of your hand you grab it. You unravel it quickly, it really is the scroll to take down the wards. He wasn’t lying about that.

You look up at him once more. Kynas stands there, still as a rock. But his hand, his hands moves the slightest inch. And you see both Azriel and your bother flinch. 

You look back down at the scroll. If you give him what he wants, he’ll only ask for more. But if you don’t, you’ll sign the death warrants of Azriel and your brother. You’ll have to find out what else he wants because you couldn’t risk either of them. You bring to recite the words. The wards didn’t require blood to take them down, but they did require blood to put them up. You can feel it very subtly how the usual static that comes form the wards turns into silence. 

Kynas lets out a laugh at that, “How easy everything is when you just do as you’re told. If you were like this from the start, things would have been different.”

“Let all of them go.” You say.

Kynas shakes his head, “I’m not done, and I don’t take orders from you.”

-

Amren had taken off a while ago. Cassian had been waiting for her right by the edge of the wards. Leaning against it actually. When all of a sudden he almost fell over.

Realizing that the wards he had been leaning on no longer exists he grows worried. He sends a message to Rhysand. In seconds Rhysand and Mor show up. They both look at where the wards should be and back at Cassian.

“If it’s down then we should go and Azriel is not here, then we need to help.” Mor says.

Rhysand nods, “Where’s Amren?”

“Probably halfway there already. I’ll fly there, winnow you in after I recon the place.” Cassian says before taking off for the skies.

A gust of wind blows Mor’s hair all over the place, Rhysand’s too.

“I hate it when he does that.” She says.

[alien-magnolia]

Okay, but I haven't seen this anywhere else whilst I've been binging Billy smut and it just came to mind like yeah, he'd do that.

Billy making his s/o lick up a blood splatter from his ghostface boots.

ok- this is so hot. Very hot. He's so sadistic and we love it :)

A little trip :) 

Tw: Very dark. Cnc, kidnapping, humiliation/degradation kink, praise kink, s/m, bdsm tones, etc. 18+ minors dni

If you like this post pls help a writer and reblog🖤

“Billy! Billy, come on. Where are we going?,” you whined at the killer, who was currently covered in blood. Messy blonde hair, a knife, and a bloody white shirt, combined with a veiny, bloody hand, leading you by the neck :) 

He turns to you sharply. “Didn’t I tell you not to talk, huh, sweet thing? Or are you too dumb to listen to my instructions?,” he chuckles, a dark smile on his face. “We’re going where I say. Don’t make me gag you,” he says, voice low, tone patronizing.

You nod. “Yes, daddy.” He smiles again at you, easing your nerves for a bit, before he begins leading you again. He stops in front of a house, and tells you to stay put. You do as said, you wouldn’t dare disobey him. He was frightening and yet you wanted to spread your legs for him, wider and wider every time he killed. 

A scream and racket is heard from inside. Billy unlocks the back door for you. “After you, sweetie. Come on in, don’t be shy,” he says, as he does that quiet little giggle of his. As soon as you step foot through the door, you are met with a few dead bodies sprawled out across the off white kitchen tile. 

You gasp, some tears begin to flow from your eyes. Billy only laughs, wiping some of your tears away. “Don’t be scared, sweetie. You’re just going to help daddy clean up a bit. Doesn’t that sound nice?,” he says, as he circles around you, his bloody hand coming up to grab you by the neck. He leaves a few wet kisses on your check, smiling some more as you try to wrangle out of his grip. 

“Kneel, sweetie,” you hear his voice whisper to you. You do as said, not wanting to anger him. (you liked it better when he was sweet) 

He stands above you now, as you sit with your hands in your lap, patiently waiting for his next instruction. “And she listens. What a good girl,” he coos at you, giving you a few more pecks. 

“You’re gonna help me clean up this blood. You’ll start with my boots of course, and work your way up.” You look at him in shock, in surprise, that he’d humiliate you like that! But of course, this was Billy. He was sadistic. He was a killer, a killer with eyes for you. 

He grabs a chair and sits, his black boots waiting by you. You tentatively lower your head down, making little kitten licks at his shoes, making sure to lick every ounce of blood off there. He smirks at you from above, one of his bloody hands running through your hair, keeping your head in place. “Missed a spot, princess,” he tells you, as he points to the side of his shoe. 

You do as said, making little licks at the side. The metallic taste of blood sting in your mouth, and yet, you did like it. 

“Good girl. My baby got my shoes all clean. Now how about my hands, hmm?,” he taunts you, his hands now moving closer to your face. You felt some of the blood on your cheek now. 

You take his large, veiny, bloody hand in yours, as you lick at it a bit. After that, you take two of his fingers into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks, sucking on them. He was entranced. You knew that you’d definitely get his cock after that :) and it was fine that it was a little bloody :) 

[aceviscontiswife]

Pictures ||2|| - Danny Johnson

You left a surprise for Danny, now it’s time for his reaction.

Part 1

THIS HAS BEEN EDITED TO FIX ANY MISTAKES.

Warnings: Danny’s still a perv, MORE picture-taking, fucking in a trial, Danny simply being himself, threats of being caught, afab reader.

Before you begin reading I’d just like to thank ALL of you for the amount of attention this got. For someone who’s only written smut like, twice, I was honestly expecting a terrible outcome. Seriously though, thank you!

His knife snug in the back of Jonah, Danny grabs a fistful of the victim's hair and pulls out his camera. He had barely any selfies with the mathematician, so this had better be a good one. He lifts up Jonah's head, readying his camera to catch both him and the unlucky survivor.

But, as he tried to take the selfie, no flash emitted from his camera. Danny huffs, flipping his camera over only to be met with 'no storage remaining'. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't fucking believe it. Here he is, in a realm full of killers, killers with supernatural abilities, and a group of people he can kill over and over yet here he was completely out of camera storage. There was no way he took that many pictures of you, right? He got a little... distracted halfway through his photoshoot.

He shoves his camera back into his pocket, the now useless device simply fading in his pocket and reappearing somewhere in his shack. He'd check his storage once the trial was over. He rolls his eyes under his mask as the entity brought an end to the trial. His vision went dark, and he soon found himself back at his shack. Upon entering, he saw his red, horned mask on his cot as well as his camera and a note.

“What the hell..?" Danny takes his mask off, tossing it aside. He runs a hand through his hair, staring at the items on his bed with a raised brow. The only people who've ever been inside of his shack are Frank, Amanda, and Ji-Woon... there's no reason for any of them to mess with his stuff and leave a note for him. Danny approaches his cot and picks up the note, his face going red as he read the note.

'Check the camera for a surprise, stalker. Also, you're alot louder than you think.'

  -y/n

Danny groans, running a hand through his hair and re-reading the note until he was sure he had read it correctly. How had he, Danny Johnson, been caught? Maybe this was a trick… Frank knew about his obsession with you, maybe this was all just a fucking prank. Danny set the note down and grabbed his camera, turning it on and opening his camera roll.

“Holy shit..." Upon opening his camera roll, he was met with pictures of you on his cot, his red mask on your face as the hand not holding his camera was busy with your pussy. As he scrolled though the pictures, he could feel blood rushing to his dick as your hand went from playing with your clit to your middle and pointer finger buried knuckle-deep inside your wet cunt. Danny could feel his cock strain in his pants, his gaze locked onto his camera as he studied each and every photo. As he reached the end of the shoot, a groan leaving him as he saw the last photo; his mask resting on your chest as your back arched. Your mouth hung open in an 'o' shape.

Danny could feel his obsession with you grow stronger, the need to feel you—to make you his growing stronger with each photo he saw. He now knew you wanted him too, and the urge to claim you had finally become irresistible. The next time he saw you, no matter where it was, he was going to fuck you until his cum was practically overflowing your cunt. Maybe he'd force your teammates to watch so he could show them who you belong to.

Your next trial with him was going to be an interesting one for sure.

You had just finished washing your hair in the entity's pond when the all too familiar black fog wrapped around your legs, your head growing heavier and heavier until it had become too much for you to handle and you went toppling to the ground.

You awoke on the first story of Dead Dawg Saloon, the sound of the pianist-less piano pulling you back into consciousness. You had a strange feeling about this trial, stranger than normal. Maybe the killer had brought a hex? You knew you should be finding gen, but if the killer did have a hex, then cleansing it could change the entire outcome of the trial. You knew a totem could occasionally appear in a back room of the saloon, and so you run a hand through your hair and make your way there.

Just as you had suspected, a hex sat in the corner of the room, the black holes of the skulls staring through you. You still felt strange, but you shook off your unease and began cleansing the totem. The feeling ran down your spine, growing stronger despite you cleansing the hex. You tried to convince yourself that the killer had another hex, or brought a strong offering, but you knew deep down that it was something worse. You try your best to ignore your paranoia and turn to leave the room.

“Cleansing my totems already, Dollface?"

A gloved hand grabs your waist, the other roaming up and down your body. The voice and gloves belonged to none other than Danny, who was already grinding himself against you. You felt a pang of relief when you realized it was him, Leaning your head back against his shoulder. He must've seen the pictures, his cock already hard as it pressed against your ass. 

“Did you enjoy your surprise?" You ask, chuckling when Danny lets out a low groan and presses his bulge against your ass. It strained uncomfortably against his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to pin you down on the table and fill you with his cum. "Loved it, Sweetheart. But you know what I'd love a lot more?" You turn around, facing Danny and cupping the plastic mask in your hands. You smile, gazing into the black eyeholes of the mask.

“What?"

“You, Dollface."

You pull his mask aside enough to reveal his mouth, ghosting your lips against his. "Then take me." In an instant, Danny's lips smashed against yours. God, he needed you. He backed you up against the table, pushing you down against it without breaking the kiss. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, pulling down his hood in order to bury your fingers in his thick, black hair. The need for air breaks the kiss, but it wasn't long until Danny pulled you back in, his teeth grazing your bottom lip.

You smirk against his lips, earning a growl from Danny. "Don't tease me, Baby. I promise you do not want to do that." His hands slither down your body until they reach your ass, his fingers gripping you with enough force to cause you to gasp, his tongue immediately invading your mouth. You fought for dominance, Danny easily winning that battle and exploring your mouth with his tongue until he had to pull away to catch his breath.

“Always knew you'd leave your teammates to do all the gens just so you could get filled to the brim with my cum. Such a little tease, too. I'll tell you again Dolly," Danny leans down, his hot breath hitting your ear. "You tease me, you pay the price. Got it?" You smirk, nodding. "I wouldn't dream of it, Ghostie."

“Save 'Ghostie' for when the mask stays on." And with that, Danny removes his mask and tosses it aside haphazardly. He was everything you wanted in a man—straight black hair that was ruffled from being in a hood all the time, bright blue eyes that gave contrast to the rest of his looks as well as his personality, and pale skin that was in desperate need of a few hickeys. He chuckles at your reaction, his thumb brushing over your chin. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

“Give me your camera, then." You grab Danny by his hair, lifting his head up and kissing a mole that sat right where his adam's apple was. He let out a groan, pushing you back down against the table. "I've warned you one too many times, y/n.” Danny steps away from you, his eyes roaming over your perfect body. "Clothes off, now. Once they're off I want you on the table." You nod, slipping your shirt off as quickly as you could. Danny stood there watching as you undress, undoing his cloak at a painfully slow rate. You were fully undressed and on display for Danny and he was still half dressed. Yes, he was attractive, and his toned chest had you begging for him, but he was going way too slow.

“Hurry it up, Danny. They've already done two generators." He scoffs, taking a step closer to you. "You teased me, and I specifically told you not to. Actions have consequences, doll.” Danny glances down at your exposed sex, clicking his tongue. “Look how wet you are for me, maybe one day I'll pull you into a locker with me and taste that pretty pussy. For now, I need to fuck you." Your pussy clenched around nothing as Danny spoke, the thought of him taking you in any way imaginable causing you to moan and lean back against the table, which you had gotten on top of the second the last of your clothes hit the ground.

After what seemed like an eternity, he removed his cloak and tossed it aside, now standing inches away from you in nothing but a pair of grey boxers. You knew from the video you had found that he certainly wasn't small, but seeing his bulge strain against his boxers made you realize he was a lot bigger than you had thought.

“What? Didn't expect my dick to be this big? Heh, would I really record myself getting off if it was small?" You roll your eyes and watch as Danny hooks a finger in his underwear, pulling them down just enough for you to see the base of his cock.

“How y' feeling, Dollface?" Danny asks, exposing more and more of his cock as he stepped closer to you until he was as close as he could get. "Like I'll take your knife and kill you myself if you don't fuck me already." Danny chuckles, letting his boxers fall to his ankles before kicking them away. "Perfect." He places his hands on either side of your head, his gaze roaming your body once more. "God, your tits are huge. Hard, too. So needy... What were you imagining while you fucked yourself in my shack?" Danny runs a hand down your side, stopping it dangerously close to your cunt.

You grind your hips upwards in an attempt to feel any form of friction, but Danny simply pins your hips down onto the table. He wanted an answer before he fucked you senseless, and he knew he was going to get one. "I-" You start, your breath hitching as Danny drags his fingers lower, stopping them just above your clit.

“I-I imagined you pounding into me without even stretching me out first, taking pictures of your dick buried inside of me." Danny nods, his fingers finally running over your clit. You gasp, grabbing Danny's arm. "And?" He adds, stilling his fingers.

“You left marks all over me, touching me everywhere I've ever wanted to be touched." Your words elicit a groan from Danny, his fingers gathering your slick before rubbing teasingly slow circles around your clit. You whine, your hips involuntarily pressing against his hand. "That's a good girl, already so sensitive and I've barely even touched you. You want me to fuck you just how you imagined? You want me to shove my thick cock in that tight pussy without even prepping you?" You nod, unable to form words as Danny's fingers worked wonders on your sex.

"Gonna need you to say it out loud, Dollface." Danny winks, pulling his fingers away, met with a pitiful whine from you as your hips twitch and thighs clench. He brings his fingers to his mouth, licking up the juices that had gathered on his digits.

“God yes, Danny! Please, I need you so fucking bad! Ple- DANNY~!" Your begging was interrupted as Danny shoves his thick cock into you, his head lulling back as a loud groan escapes his lips. He thrusts into you at a fast pace, your walls clenching around him with each thrust. “Fuck, y/n, you feel so good. So goddamn tight." Danny buries his face in your neck, sucking and kissing your skin until he had marks running down your neck and all the way to your collarbone. Your fingers dug into his back, only adding to Danny's pleasure.

“F-Faster, Danny—ngh, please!" Danny only grunts before beginning to slam into you at a near inhuman pace, the sound of skin slapping skin and moans filling the saloon. The table rattled underneath you, but neither of you paid any mind to it.

You were sure the other survivors had caught onto what you were doing, saying as the generator on the balcony had been completed, but you didn't care. The feeling of Danny's cock plowing into you, his lips pressed against your body, and his hand reaching down to rub at your clit was more than enough to distract you from the thought of being caught.

Suddenly, he takes his hand away and slows his pace. Your head jerks up to look at him, being met with Danny holding his hand out as if he was waiting for something to be placed in it. "Wha-?" He shuts you up with a kiss, pulling away to reveal a new camera which had somehow gotten in his hand.

“Thank the entity for that one, Dollface. Seems she wants this as bad as we do." He chuckles, planting a quick kiss to your lips before returning to the pace he had before, now using his free hand to capture pictures of his cock buried deep with you. Your back arches and you let out a half-moan, half-scream when Danny hits a place deep within you, your moment of immense pleasure no doubt being captured by his camera.

“Yes! Right there! Oh my god, fuck!" Your words soon become nothing more than moans and chantings of Danny's name, the killer leaning down to moan into your ear. He wasn't quiet, he saw no need in suppressing how you made him feel. Loud moans and grunts left him with each thrust, your name leaving his mouth over and over like a broken record. "Shit... I'm not gonna last much longer, y/n. I-fuck, need to fill you up."

“I-I'm close, Danny!" Danny's forehead rests on yours, his eyes closed as yours rolled back as the pleasure began to overwhelm you. "Cum with me, Dollface. Cum all over my cock." Danny lifted your legs, tossing one on his shoulder while the other wrapped around his waist. He somehow hit a place deeper inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. Tears of pleasure well in your eyes as the knot in your abdomen begins to grow. Danny was dangerously close too, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he sets the camera aside and grips your hips tightly.

“I'm gonna cum, y/n! Cum with me- fuck, cum with me!" Your back arches as Danny slams into you one last time, releasing his seed deep inside of you. You reach your peak and scream Danny's name as you cum, your cunt clenching around him as your release flooded through you. You could hear his camera snapping pictures of you.

Danny fucked you through your high, pumping his cum as deep into you as he could. Once you both came down from your high, Danny stopped moving and captured your lips with his. This kiss was much more passionate than the last, filled with nothing but complete adoration for you and your body. He pulls away and pulls out, a trickle of his cum leaking out of you and dripping onto the table.

“You felt so good, Dollface." Danny's hand stroked your cheek and he moved to lay next to you, his legs dangling off of the table. You could see something in his eyes that you had never seen before, a softness that had your cheeks heating up. "So did you, Danny."

“From the way you were screaming my name I assumed I did."

“Oh, shut the hell up."

 “You love me, Dollface." His comment had you stuttering for a response, getting a chuckle from Danny as he reached down and grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. He was right, you really did love him. You didn't want to admit that you, a survivor, loved a killer, but you could no longer avoid the truth. He talked to you in trials, gave you hatch if he could, and never seemed too keen on killing you. He was a complete 180 from the Danny every other survivor talked about.

“And you love me too." You respond, hoping snd praying to whatever was listening that he truly did. Was Danny Johnson capable of love? That even he didn't know until he met you. He didn't want to kill you, which was a red flag from the start. But, as time went on, he began to realize...

“I really do, Dollface."

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Hope y’all like this edited version! I’m going to try to finish up a request before editing my next work. ❤️

@fan-goddess @grungelii @chadychadyy2k

[l0sercat]

Description: Ghostface saw you cute slutty Mrs.Claus outfit and decides to fuck you in it

Ghostface x reader

Danny peeked around the corner and saw bright red. He looked up and down and noticed it was you in a short skirt. He wish it was the outfit that was tighter but this was better and besides he doesn't want you to freeze.

He loved the way it hugged your curves and it barely covers your ass. He watched you do the gen with Leon. He gripped his knife hard when he saw Jeon checking you out blushing hard.

When the gen finished he sneaked up on you and trapped you between a rock. You shook and turned your head around but he pushed your head back. You whimpered and he shushed you and leaned his head in your neck.

He breathed in your scent and moved his mask to the side. He licked the nape of your neck and left little bites on it. He rub his hard cock against you. He let out a low moan when he heard your little whimpers. He traveled his hands to your boobs. He groped them and rubbed your nipples through the fabric.

He groaned when you rubbed your ass on his crotch. He started to jump your ass "mm Danny no here babe what about the other survivors" you groaned out "Shh who cares your the one who wore this slutty outfit" he whispered in your ear lowly.

He moved his hand slowly to the zipper in your dress. He pulled it down slowly teasingly nipping at your exposed flesh. He traced his name on your back with his tongue. When he stopped a trail of spit connected from your back to his mouth. He pulled down your dress exposing everything to him. He pulled down your panties and grabbed your ass.

"D-danny I -I don't want anyone to see us" you trembled "sh babe no one will see us this area is a dead zone now" you whimpered and nodded, you trusted him to protect you.

He shifted his clothes and pulled his cock out. He teasingly moved his cock up and down your wet slit. You both let out a moan at the same time. You gripped the rock to keep you up because your legs were shaking so bad.

He thrusted in hard and which earned a gasp from you. You gripped harder on the rock when he started thrusting. His pace slowly started to pick up the pace. He groaned and tossed his head back. He gripped your hips so tight it was gonna leave a bruise. Gens went off in the distance but who cared.

He leaned in closer to you and left a trail of sloppy kisses on your neck. He moaned loudly in your ear. He nipped on your earlobe and licked it. His thrust were hard and the sound of skin hitting skin was loud.

He moved on of his hands down towards your clit. He started to play with it. He groaned when you arched you back and gasped loudly. You threw your head back and moaned loudly. He continued and loved the way you let out little whimpers and moans. He also loved the way you clenched around him.

He kept on thrusting and soon came and cummed deep inside you. You soon cummed after him and clenched hard sound him. He moved his hand to your hair and gripped it tugging you back. Your eyes were rolled in the back of your head. Your mouth was open slightly so Danny took your mouth with his.

He roughly kissed you and slipped his tongue in, now sloppily kissing you. You pulled back for air panting and eyes lidded. He grinned at the mess he made. He pulled you clothes back on and tapped your ass. " Okay sweet cheeks time to go" Danny said and fixed his mask and clothes and walked away.

[cozy-earthbaby]

Crack Fic - 3 of a Soul

Part 1

(A/N - silly little fic start that I don’t know if I’ll keep writing but I think it’s funny! Crossover fic from DC Marvel and Danny Phantom lol. Also my friend’s oc cuz why not? Enjoy)

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For Peter, it was a knife in Doctor Strange's bag.

For Danny, it was an old camera floating in the zone.

For Ro, it was a book in an abandoned bunker.

Next thing any of them knew, the three where floating in a void. Souls connected. Memories shared. A new world awaiting them...

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A new cafe had popped up on the edge of Crime alley. That in itself wasn't strange.

What was strange was that in the month that it was there, nothing had happened to it.

No robbery, no villain attack, no cross-gun fire, no gangs trying to claim it. Nothing.

And it was making the Bats itch.

Tim had done a background check on the place. It was clean. Weird, but clean. It was under the name of three college students. All going to Gotham Tech.

First was the main down payment, done by one Peter Parker. Hier to a Tech company in New York, double majoring in Biology and Enginering, clearly brilliant. A real hometown sweetheart, much like 'Brucie'. Peter Parker was the prince of New York, and his father Tony Stark was the king. Clearly not hurting in the money department due to his father, government weapons contracts did pay well.

Next was a Midwestern boy named Danny Fenton. From 'small town USA', the kids nothing records aside from his school grades and bare bone medical info made him basically a ghost. Only his sister's local Clinic and filed complaints about his parents driving. They're both were freelance engineers, explaining his own choice in majors. Scholarship money with his perfect entrance scores.

Lastly, Aurora 'Ro' Jasimen. Bounced around the country in foster care, online schooling, birth certificate. If Danny was a ghost, Ro didn't exist. In general studies, having a scholarship as well.

Now the question was, how did these three meet, and why did they open a cafe together?

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The first to check the place out was Tim.

Jason had been not so subtlety dropping hints that the cafe rubbed him the wrong way, and it was getting on his nerves. Their relationship is a lot better than it was at the start, but Jay was a born instigator through and through. Tim decided that he wasn't going to die on this hill and caved pretty early. The background check was weird, but nothing too crazy, but Jay kept pushing. Even Bruce was paying attention now, so that's how Tim wound up standing in front of the infamous cafe.

It was cute shop-townhouse combo, apparently the three lived here as well. The sign out front was simple yet elegant, reading 'Wha Chai Doin?' as the name of the place. The pun made Tim snort. 'Dick would love this place.'

As he entered the shop, the bell on the door announcing his arrival, Tim was hit with the comforting smell of coffee. He was almost taken aback from how homey and cozy the inside was, despite being empty at the moment. It was strange in a city like Gotham.

"Danny! Can you get that for me?" A feminine voice called from somewhere, causing Tim to tense.

'Danny' came out from the back with a lethargic grace Tim couldn't take his eyes off as he approached the counter. 'Danny' was pale, almost sickly, a tad shorter than Tim, with impossibly dark hair and, despite the eye bags, the brightest blue eyes Tim had ever seen. His presence both demanded attention and demanded for one to look away. Tim felt himself freeze as their eyes met, he recognized the look immediately, those where the eyes of a predator. 'Danny' defiantly noticed the hesitation. A lazy grin and a cocked brow rested on his face.

"Hey. How can I help ya?" His voice held mischief, despite the friendly midwestern drawl.

Tim's brain finally caught up. "Hi. Sorry. I'll... Uh, I'll take a medium Death Wish please."

'Danny' looked him over for a moment, lazy grin growing to match the mischief in his voice. "Ya got it," He said as he punched in the order, " Name?"

"T-Tim." The eye contact was making his skin crawl, but he refused to look away. This only seeded to amuse 'Danny' more, the boy sending Tim a wink as he continued.

"Alrighty-Roo! One medium order of Death Wish 'or Tim comin' right up!" 'Danny' announced, rather loudly, to the back, then turned back to Tim without taking his eyes off him. "$4.75, card or cash?"

"Cash." How in the world was Tim going to stake out this place with those terrifying eyes on him. His plan was to get some coffee and work on his computer, he could hang around for an hour or two. But now he wasn't so sure.

"M`kay." His toothy grin was getting dangerous. Teeth almost looking sharp. Fear was growing within him. He had to get out of there. He had to. He--

Not another moment later after Tim got his change, his coffee there ready. Deliverd by an angel. Both He and Danny startled.

A handsome young man with chestnut hair and sweet honey doe eyes brought it out. He was more built than either of them, slightly taller too. His face and eyes were warm and open, a contrast to 'Danny', and his smile friendly. The tension melted away. 'This must be Peter. I can see how he'd charm all of New York. Bet he's a lot like Dick.'

"Here you are! Sorry about Danny, we just got him to stop biting people." His New York accent was strong and playful. The friendly tease caused a snort from Tim and a Dramatic gasp from Danny.

"Petey! 'Att's so unfair! I was just helpin' Ro out!" Danny whined out, flopping onto the other man. "I wasn' doin anything! Swear!" Danny couldn't seem to hold in his own laugh, Peter joined right after. The intimidating aura that was coming from him all but vanished, breaking the illusion of whatever that was. Now Danny just was some attractive, tired, goofy guy, not Tim's newest nightmare.

The lovely laughing that came from Peter and Danny made Tim feel warm. "Right, 'cuz freaking out the customers is 'helping out'. I could Feel the tension from the back. At least he was able to order before you started being weird." Peter flicked Danny's head, earning a groan. Tim couldn't help his smile, the two of them were strangely charming how they acted off each other. An apologetic smile was sent Tim's way. "Sorry again about that. Name's Peter."

"Tim. And don't worry about it. I've lived in Gotham all my life. I don't mind weird." In truth Tim was embarrassed that Danny got to him. He was Red Robin! He worked with Batman for crying out loud.

"Yeah, Sorry. Ya knows what they say about old habits!" Danny smirked to himself as if he told a great joke. Peter just sighed.

"Yes, yes. You're a master of comedy." Peter drily delivered, "come on. Leave the man to his coffee we gotta work."

Danny's protest went unhear as Peter returned to the back.

After a moment, Danny turned back to Tim. "I really am sorry, man. wasn' trin'a freak ya out."

"It's ok. This Is Gotham after all." Tim offered a smile. Danny smiled back a bit tired.

" 'Preciate 'att. Hollar if ya need anything!" And with that, Danny followed after Peter, sending Tim a wink and a smirk before disappearing as well. Tim's face was as hot as his coffee.

Tim got a whole day's work done after that. maybe the place was weird, but it was charming. Even after everything blows over, he thinks that he might just keep coming to the cute cafe at the edge of the Ally.

[hotmessmaxpress]

Firstly, your writing is a gift from god.

Secondly, I am begging you for a Vale POV of Marc in the yellow shorts (OF au)!

I mean, firstly, he is a possessive mf and seeing that definitely gave him a heart attack, but secondly he couldn't really have known that Marc was a big fan, right?

Like yeah, Marc knew him/his tattoo, but like he's Valentino Rossi, if Marc is into motorbikes, he knows Vale, it doesn't mean he likes him. And he might have only showed up at that GP because of the situation or because he's a MotorGP fan. But the SHORTS?! Like damn, that boy loves you.

This is, dare I say, not good. But! It is words! It's words that I put together! It's something!

Thank you for sending in a prompt and for your support 🤍 I'm really hoping to get back in a better writing headspace soon! Until then, I hope this is okay.

Rosquez OnlyFans au, interlude: Vale's perspective of the Tiny Shorts

Vale is frustrated, nearly vibrating with pent-up energy despite winning the race over the weekend. He’s desperate for something to take the edge off, but nothing feels quite like what he had with Marc. 

He tries running, hoping to tire himself out enough to make his mind stop racing. When that doesn’t work he goes cycling, but he can’t stand to be on Tavullia roads without an engine between his legs. He goes to the ranch and putters around, lubing bike chains and checking oil and air filters. He can only check the tire pressure of so many tires though, before he feels like he’s going insane and he goes home.  

He finds Marc’s DM as he’s oscillating between laying on the couch and feeling restless, walking around the house and feeling restless, and walking around outside and feeling restless. 

It’s long: a wall of angry, betrayed text that feels like a knife to the gut. Vale knew that Marc wouldn’t exactly be happy about being blocked, especially considering the amount of financial support Vale provided, but he hadn’t expected it to take an emotional toll on the young creator. 

You didn’t have to kick me out of the paddock. 

Vale doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but with a sinking feeling he texts Uccio. He knows that Uccio is just being protective of him, but it’s frustrating to think that Marc could have been in the paddock, so close to seeing Vale, but apparently removed. 

Vale and Uccio argue and Vale follows Marc on Instagram. He tells himself it’s out of spite, but then he spends the next several hours looking through Marc’s substantial number of posts. Marc’s instagram is much different than his OnlyFans, for obvious reasons. He still posts a lot of pictures of his collection of bikes (something that Vale’s cock takes interest in), but he also includes photos of his home and his dogs. It’s surprisingly domestic, and Vale finds himself unexpectedly invested in Marc’s home life. 

The next post from Marc is… hot. He’s working out, sweaty and shirtless. Vale watches it more than once, taking in all the lines of Marc’s body. He’s seen them all before; he’s seen his abs flex as he rides a cock. He’s seen his strong thighs bounce him up and down. It feels like there’s no part of Marc that Vale hasn’t seen, but there’s something about seeing Marc like this that really does it for Vale. 

The posts continue, with Marc in various states of undress and various levels of sweatiness. Vale turns on post notifications and becomes bolder about liking Marc’s posts, not at all mindful of how quickly he likes them. He jerks off to some of the posts, feeling a little guilty about it, but he can’t help it. He’s caught in a limbo between not wanting to piss Uccio off (and possibly damage his reputation if someone were to notice his social media activity) and wanting to claim Marc’s attention for himself once again. 

One day Marc posts a workout video. It’s similar to the others, but Vale realizes immediately that the shorts Marc is wearing are his shade of neon yellow. They’re tiny, so tiny that Vale is surprised Instagram hasn’t flagged it as porn. 

Vale likes it immediately, and then as his mind spirals he opens his own merch website. The shorts are nowhere to be found, which means that Marc hasn’t bought them recently. 

Which means he must have already had them. 

The bikes, the recognition of the tattoo… Vale selfishly wonders how big of a fan Marc really is. He wonders if Marc found him sexy before they began their OnlyFans repartee. When did Marc buy those shorts? What has he worn them for?

Vale is hard, painfully. He pulls his own cock out unceremoniously, watching the video on loop while he fantasizes. He pictures Marc shirtless, with only the tiny shorts on, rubbing his cock through them. The shorts are tight enough that Vale knows he’d be able to see every vein, every detail of Marcs’ hard cock. He imagines Marc coming in them, soaking the front of them. Vale wants to press his face to the front of them and lick. He wants to taste Marc’s cum through the fabric of the merch that bears his name like a brand on the ass of them. 

He takes a shower when he’s done jerking off to Marc’s video and the embarrassment has passed. On impulse, he sends a message: I’m sorry you were removed from the paddock. He has no idea if Marc will want to speak to him, but it’s clear to Vale that he’s not going to be able to stay away. There’s just something about Marc that draws Vale to him. There’s no way Vale can go the rest of his life without Marc. He has to see this through.

[sailtomarina]

Don’t tell me it’s over

When they were first paired together for their quarterly project, they begrudgingly accepted, too tired from the war and its fallout to fight what now seemed so pointless, so small in the face of everything else they each managed. Meeting in the Hogwarts Library was a given since they both already treated the books as their own haven away from all the other parts of the castle that haunted them. 

But this was the first time that Malfoy sat at Hermione’s table, the same seat she’d considered her own since her first year. The spot was perfect, situated near the back in a corner that was mostly hidden by tall shelves, but sat along a window overlooking the Black Lake and the forest beyond. He’d always preferred somewhere near the center of the room in the past, one where he could catch the attention of anyone he wished, and spot those less fortunate than him who walked through the doors. He didn’t sit there anymore.

Instead, he sought her out at her place of peace, a pile of books already in hand and a resigned expression on his face as he waited for her invitation to sit. Her only response had been to clear one side of the table before returning to her page to resume where she’d left off.

That was their routine.

Day after day, they met to take notes and share thoughts.

Hermione found in Malfoy a sharp mind and a way of thinking different, but not undesired, from her own. He filled in the gaps of her knowledge and challenged her to consider points from opposing views.

Draco found in Granger what he’d always known deep down to be true: a brilliant outlook on a subject he’d assumed complete superiority, despite all her other achievements. He wanted to learn more about the ways she viewed the rest of their subjects, perhaps even ones outside of academia.

It was only natural that they moved from their project to other courses. Why not finish homework from their shared classes together? A couple of hours a day turned into a handful, the two of them often closing out the library alone.

Then came the day of their presentation. Neither of them had talked about what would happen once they weren’t required to meet anymore. It was as if planning ahead might shatter the fragile peace they’d found.

The next day, Malfoy walked up to their table at the same time as usual, only to find it empty. He felt a hot slip of a knife between his ribs into an organ he’d thought long dead.

He could sit and wait, but doing so reeked of a desperation he couldn’t bear to face just yet.

He could find another table, some hidden spot he’d used before they were forced to work together, before he’d started looking forward to seeing and hearing her each day.

Better yet, he could just say ‘sod it all’ and go back to his room. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t check out books and use his own desk.

His mind made up, he turned and ran straight into her smaller body, knocking the stack of books she’d carried out of her hands and onto the ground.

“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention to—”

“Granger.”

Her mouth clicked shut at his interruption, and she slowly looked up at him from where she now crouched on the ground.

“What are you doing?”

She cocked her head in puzzlement. “I’m…getting books for our other assignments?” 

She said it as a question, as if it should have been obvious to him why she was here.

“You still want to study with me?” He hated the hesitance in his own voice, the disbelief that reeked of want.

“Isn’t that why you’re here? We still have until the end of the school year—we still have our N.E.W.T.s!”

 The relief that coursed through him was so strong, he couldn’t help but sag against the table behind him, his bag dropping onto the chair beneath.

Gathering the rest of the books back into her arms and standing to place them carefully next to him, she turned to poke him playfully in the ribs, right where he’d sworn he’d just been stabbed earlier.

“Don’t tell me you thought it was over between us.”

She’d touched him before, of course, an innocent passing of quills and parchment, a playful nudge to the shoulder that became more frequent as the weeks passed them by. 

This time, his hand closed over her wrist and held her there.

“I hoped it wasn’t, but feared it might be.”

Her skin was soft beneath his grip, and she stood close enough he could feel her heat through the thin layers between them. Silver eyes met golden-flecked brown. She leaned in close, pressing slightly up on her toes to match his height, and wrapped her free arm in a hug around his neck, allowing the full length of her body to embrace his own.

“We’re in this together now, Draco. You’re stuck with me for a while yet.”

Huffing a relieved laugh, he slid his arms around her waist, returning her hug and accepting everything she had to offer today and every day beyond the four corners of their little table.

WC 890

Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts

[mamabearneeds-her-dietcoke]

Hiiii! I just discover you, and I love your Daryl fic!

Can I request angst fic of Daryl x reader, that the reader would take a bullet to protect him during an attack on Alexandria? Thx, love you! ♥️♥️♥️

of course you can! thank you so much for the request, it makes me so happy you enjoyed my other fic, i love you too!

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It was a normal day in Alexandria, people were going about their business, kids were playing in their yards and such. Carl was over with Judith, just talking to you as you prepped some meat Daryl brought home on s hunt.

"Does Daryl just leave his things wherever?" Carl asks holding the hunting knife. "Yeah. He's gotten better at it but it's Daryl." You smile. You've lived with Daryl since your group first arrived. You've always had feelings towards him and you'd take a bullet for him.

"What's me?" Daryl walks in the door. "Leaving your stuff everywhere." You look to him. "Oh well." He sits next to Carl, watching you. Conversation went on as normal when there were sudden screams and yells. This caught all of your attention and you immediately grabbed the gun and knife on top of your fridge. Daryl held his crossbow and the two of you looked out the door to see people climbing the wall with knives and guns, breaking into people's houses.

"Shit. Carl take Judith and hide in the back of the closet in my room. Daryl windows." He nods and immediately closes blinds as you close the door and lock it. You follow Carl upstairs making sure Daryl was close by.

Your closer was fairly big so you were all able to fit easily. Carl had his gun cocked and was making sure Judith was well hidden, if someone opened the closet door, you wouldn't see her. You could hear the screams of others. "Alright I'm goin out there." Daryl opens the closet door. "Daryl! Carl stay here." You follow him out, but both of you aren't able to make it out of the room before you hear the window downstairs break.

Daryl holds his hand to his lips signaling to be quiet. from what it sounds there are two people talking. one of them tells the other to look upstairs while they search downstairs. Daryl signals for you to move behind the door as he stands by out of sight, so when someone walks in the both of you could attack.

you hear the footsteps of the stairs searching other rooms. your room was the last on the hall so anxiety built further up as they got closer. A girl walks in and Daryl moves forward his crossbow held up ready to shoot. You cock your gun, a slight movement of your finger and she'd be dead. "Who are ya? Why are ya here?" Daryl asks the question, threatening to shoot when not answered. "Please. I'm being forced to be here. You can tie me up and put me in that closet but please, don't let the man downstairs hurt me." She's crying at this point. Part of you wanted to believe her, but the apocalypse you knew better.

"Tie her up. He has a gun he'll keep 'er in check." Daryl lowers his crossbow. "I'll deal with him." Your shocked at his response as he walks downstairs. "Im just gonna use a peice of cloth, the boy in there has a gun, so dont fuck up." you put her in the closet, giving Carl a brief explanation of what's happening.

You follow downstairs and see the body on the floor. Must've been the guy she was talking about. You run outside, shooting who you can. Your eyes land on Daryl, his crossbow was flung off on the ground and he was busy fighting with a guy. There was another man on the ground behind Daryl.

This must've been another person who attacked Daryl, but Daryl didn't notice the guy fumbling with a gun. Your heart sunk, your legs moving before you could even think. "Daryl!" You yell out as soon as Daryl gets his guy to the ground. you move in front of him as a gun shot sounds.

Your hand flys to your abdomen as you stumble back, Daryl turning around immediately. "y/n!" You feel him hold you, one hand checking where your wound is, the other trying to keep you up. The wound was bleeding profusely, and Daryl's mind was racing. Tears beaded his eyes. "Damn you. You stupid son of a bitch." He picks you up and rushes to the infirmary, hoping someone, anyone was there.

The last thing you remember is Daryl setting you on a bed. It was then you blacked out.

"He hasn't left her side since. I mean i had to force him just to go take a shower and try to calm his nerves." You hear Carol's voice. "He's out on a hunt right? It might help him calm his mind." That was Michonne.

You attempt to sit up, catching the attention of the two. "Oh my god." Carol rushes to your side, helping you. "What happened?" Your memory was a bit foggy. "Daryl says you took a bullet for him." Michonne says. You think for a moment. "I did. there was a guy behind him with a gun. Daryl could've died." You say.

"Y/n, You could have died. There was so much blood I'm surprised you're here talking to us." Carol smiles. "Y'know he never left you. He sat in here day and night. He'd talk to you, tell you stories. I've never seen him act like that with someone before." Michonne sighs.

"How long have a been out?" You ask, only thinking a couple days. "Two weeks. You lost a lot of blood." Carol says.

Suddenly the door opens. Your heart jumps at the sight of the man who turne the corner. "Hey." He freezes, the sound of your voice something he's missed for so long. "You're awake." He says. "Yeah." He quickly moves towards you, wrapping you in a hug, careful of your injury. "Wait what happened to the girl in the closet?" You ask once he pulls away.

"Her name is Maria, and she's still learning to be trusted but she helps around." He says. He steps back as you successfully attempt to stand up. You then pull him in to another hug, your arms around his neck, his around your waist. You move your hands to his face, bringing yours to his, connecting your lips.

You pull away, noticing a smile on his face. "Waited forever for that. Now get back 'n bed." You smile as he helps you sit back. "I owe Carl a candy bar." Michonne says. "What!" You laugh. "He made a bet." Michonne smiles.

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[itsjaywalkers]

Can you rate the marauders era characters on who’s got the best bed skills

I CAN NONNIE this ask is so fun but also i'm not gonna actually rate them as in . give them scores or anything, i'm just gonna give the sort of impression they give me sex wise <333

(only doing the marauders + lily + reg + pandora bc there are too many characters and it's 1am and i'm lazy) (sooooorryyyyy) (said like shiv in s3 e2)

james: he's annoyingly good at it, just like he is at everything else. he can fuck fast and hard or slow and sweet, whatever tickles ur fancy + he always prioritises ur pleasure over his. he has great stamina which often ends with their partners overstimulated bc he can never get enough. can get vvv kinky but he likes vanilla sex from time to time. oral fixation (loves to eat pussy and he does it like a CHAMP). a crier

sirius: very good at it even tho he isn't THAT interested in sex (when he finds someone he likes tho . he's insatiable). kinky and soooo loud, is never content with just one round. loves to be controlled and bossed around but he's gonna be a brat about it regardless, just bc he enjoys pushing boundaries + testing his partner's limits

peter: mediocre but decent enough. mostly into vanilla sex, likes it sweet and intimate. gets very nervous and unsure at first but grows confident as he begins to find out what his partner likes. NEEDS cuddles afterwards and loves to be reassured while at it (this is NOT about oby peter . oby peter Fucks . and he's insanely good at it)

remus: a Wet Sock of a man even when it comes to this. whimpers and groans and gets all desperate. he usually goes for hard and fast bc . u know . his furry little problem or whatever but he tends to check up on his partner afterwards, when his mind is a bit clearer, bc he worries about going too far (idk why i said partner it's sirius it's always sirius that man is obsessed with him). gets really into it, kinda loses his mind a little, turns a lil controlling bc of it

lily: she's Good. can be a bit of a brat but if u manage to push her until she breaks she gets all desperate and needy and almost obedient. she can also be very dominant, it depends on who her partner is really, but bc of all the pressure she puts on herself she kinda enjoys letting go. knows all the techniques and tricks in the book bc she needs to be the best at everything she does but secretly likes it a lot better when it's messy and sloppy

regulus: ooooh he's a tricky one. i feel like he enjoys sex and can be a bit of a slut but he also has soooo many issues with intimacy the act tends to come with a certain bitterness. he has fun but he overthinks so much it's never a completely pleasurable experience (at least at first, he needs some level of trust u know). he's all proud and fussy and tries to play hard to get but goes all pliant and soft when he's horny enough. unable to keep quiet, will talk back but still do what u ask of him (and enjoy it). king of sucking cock

pandora: she is the Moment. no one does it like her. will ruin her partner for everyone else and she knows she fucking Knows. very dominant, and the mean kind (but makes sure about what her partner can take or can't take beforehand). she's harsh and aggressive but will always cuddle u afterwards and make sure ur feeling okay and takes care of u if ur feeling too sore. vvvvv kinky, the weird and bordering on concerning type. definitely into blood and knife play

[hathorneheiress]

Insanity with knives

I saw several people mention Grayson chasing Jameson with a knife when they were younger. So, I decided to write a story about it from Nash's POV. I hope you like it.

Nash's POV. (12 years ago)

It was a normal Sunday, if you could say being a Hawthorne we would have a normal day.

I was walking down one of the long, windy, hallways when I heard a crash followed by a high pitch scream.

My older brother instincts instantly kicked in. I had three younger brothers, and they all could be a handful. With being six years older I watched over them, making sure they kept themselves in one piece. And like today, make sure they weren't' killing each other.

I wasn't sure who had screamed, but it sounded like it was coming from the kitchen.

Quickly, I made my way there. I was getting close when I heard my youngest brother, Xander cry out. "Jameson run!"

I rushed in.

"What in tarnation?!" I cried as I saw what was playing in front of me.

Xander was in a corner, half thrilled and terrified at what was happening. Jameson was running like mad away from Grayson. I gasped when I saw Grayson holding a butcher knife high above his head, chasing Jameson like a maniac.

"You give it back!!" He cried.

I then saw that Jameson was holding a camera in his hands.

"Never!" my trouble making brother replied.

I watched in horror as Grayson chased him out of the room, still holding the knife. "Then I'm going to make you give it back!" I heard him say.

"Grayson!" I cried. "You get back here!" I ordered.

He didn't.

I smacked my palm of my hand on my forehead as I ran after them. They had not always gotten along, but it had never ended with a knife being involved.

I was shocked it was Grayson who had the knife instead of Jameson. Gray was stubborn and I wild side too, but he usually kept it in check. I had never seen him like this, and it was somewhat unnerving.

With Xander at my heels, we pursued them. After five minutes of running through hallways and secret passageways, I finally caught up too them.

With on hand I grabbed Grayson pulling him back, snatching the weapon from his hand. With my other hand I pulled Jameson back as well.

"Alright!" I cried, "Quit it out!"

Both stopped and stared at me.

"Gray, what is going on? I've never seen you like this!"

"Jameson took my camera and refused to give it back. So I had to convince him."

"You don't go around with butcher knife as a form of conviction. You could have hurt him."

Grayson showed no signs remorse at what I had just said. I gave him a look. "I better not catch you chasing your brothers with a knife again, got it?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"And you!" I turned toward Jameson. "If your brother asks for his things back you give it back. It's not nice to take something that is not yours. Understand me young man?"

Jameson gave a small pout. "Fine." he said sourly. I knew it would be a matter of time before he did it again. Hopefully Grayson would never chase him with a knife.

"Jameson give your brother back your brother his camera."

"Good." I said when Jameson did what I said. "Now you and Xander go. I'm going to talk to Grayson alone."

I waited till they were out of ear shot when I turned to the blond boy before me.

"Want to tell me what's going on?" I asked gently.

"Nothing is going on."

""You just chased Jameson with a butcher knife. One: That is not safe. Two: That is not you Gray. You get mad at your brothers. I get it. But you don't chase them with a weapon."

He sighed. "Jameson wouldn't stop bugging me. When he stole my camera and wouldn't give it back, I guess I snapped. The knife was the first thing I saw." He confessed.

I gave him a small smile. "What's with the camera?" I asked, knowing there was a reason Grayson was being overly protective of it.

"I have pictures on there I didn't want him to see."

I cocked my head to one side. "What pictures?"

"I took pictures of him that I was planning on surprising him with for Christmas."

I then saw the whole picture. "You didn't want him to see a potential gift you were planning."

Grayson nodded.

"Well, I understand, I really do, but what you did was not acceptable. Promise me you will never do it again. No matter what your brother does."

He sighed. "I promise."

I gave him a small smile. And was indeed a promise he did keep.

[angrelysimpping]

i'd love to see the male li's with a masochistic and/or submissive s/o!

DoL Relationships; AMAB LIs (he/him); GN Reader (you/your)

Words: ~137 each

Alex

Alex is mostly dominant with a bit of a sadistic streak, so this is great for him.

Test limits, but doesn’t actually want to hurt you. This is for fun, after all.

Mostly into roughhousing. Yeah, it's fun to get you over his lap, feel you squirm against his cock while spanking you. And, yeah, it’s fun how you get turned on by gaging around his cock. But, really, he likes making you squirm.

Alex likes chasing you, pinning you, overpowering you.

And, hey, you like it too, so why not?

Feels so bad if he actually really hurts you.

Avery

Oh, Avery loves having a submissive partner.

Not the biggest sadist, but likes how he could hurt you and you’d still like him. 

Might get a little rougher with you as a result.

While it’s rare for you to actually anger Avery, he does adore how he can properly punish you without you avoiding him for a while.

Avery’s personal submissive painslut, how cute.

Has no regard for your limits and will probably end up actually hurting you at least once. 

Always says you were so good for him, screamed so pretty on his cock. Makes you feel like you wanted all of it, even if he really did push you too far.

Wants you to thank him after every time he fucks you. 

Eden

Eden adores this.

He loves submissiveness, loves how he can command you to do something.

Eden might not be an outright sadist, but he can get rough with you? Manhandle you? Bend you over? Fold you in half? Press your back against a wall or a tree and pound into you? And you want it? Like it? Get off on it? 

He doesn’t have to worry about you trying to run off because he got too rough? 

He picked you out, yeah, but he didn’t know he was basically winning the lottery.

If you like it, well, then he won’t hold back. Not that he ever really was going to hold back. It’s just comforting to know that when you’re gasping in his ear, there’s pleasure mixed in with the pain.

A little annoyed that you might enjoy any punishments he gives you more than he wants you to, though.

Kylar

A little conflicted, honestly.

Adores how submissive you are, views it as a sign that you love him just as much as he loves you.

It's the masochism that gives him pause.

He doesn’t want to hurt you. Kylar doesn’t know if he could hurt you.

Maybe, a little. But he really can’t find it in himself to hurt you. The best you can get is goading him to mark you up by biting you.

Unless you make him jealous, that is.

More biting, fingers digging into your skin as he keeps a bone-crushing grip on you. 

Always leaves you sore and overflowing after fucking you.

The more jealous Kylar becomes, the rougher he gets.

Push him too far and he’ll pull out his knife, carving his name into your skin. Mumbles how it can’t hurt that bad because you’re always begging him to get rougher with you and you know he’d never really hurt you. You’re just being dramatic! It’s fine! It’ll all be better after you just hold still and let him finish. 

Robin

Robin doesn't know what to do.

Submissiveness he could work with. It might take him a while to find his groove, but he could work with it. Enjoy it, even. 

But, masochism? 

You want him to hurt you? And that will turn you on?

It takes him a while to work up to it. Insists on safe words and signals. 

Always asking you to give him a sign that you’re okay with everything. Even as you’re gagging on his cock or whining under him, he’s mumbling for you to give him that hand signal that you’re good.

Over time, gets a little more confident and better about checking in without breaking scene. 

Sydney

Oh so confused at first. 

Pure

And they were both subs.

No, really, you’re going to have to get a little dominant in the bedroom. Just until Sydney finds his rhythm. He doesn’t know what he’s doing and is a little afraid to act on any impulses he has, viewing them as sinful.

Has no idea how to work with your masochism.

Break a few temple rules in front of him and you’ll find yourself getting bent over, but your not getting fucked. Sydney spanks you, won’t stop until your ass is red and sore, leans over your back, presses his erection against your ass and murmurs how he’s keeping you pure. 

Snaps out of it and almost doesn’t seem to remember what he was doing.

Corrupt

He can work with submissiveness. He’s not really sure of himself and often breaks into giggles, but he’s trying!

Still a little hesitant to induldge your masochism. 

Researches it, swipes some books from Sirris.

Makes you give them safe words and signals. 

Unfortunately, he still gets a little loss in pleasure and will go too far. Especially if he’s in the comfort of the prayer room.

Whitney

In heaven.

Whitney is a budding sadist at the least. 

He loves fucking you up, in all senses of the word.

Spanking, hair-pulling, biting, and scratching are a given. That’s as vanilla as he gets.

But you want him to hurt you? Will moan when he stubs a cig out on your ass? Tighten on his cock when his teeth break the skin and make you bleed? 

Whitney is pretty sure he’s in love. Or, well, as in love as someone like Whitney can be.

Loves making you gag on his cock, watching the panic in your eyes when he uses your mouth like a fleshlight.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

TAZ NC, Day 19: Super AU

@taznovembercelebration

Goldcliff was a beautiful city, but honestly, anything was better than Rockport at this point. The buildings here towered high, high above, shimmering in the soft, steady sunlight from a sky that never seemed to have clouds. The city was lush with plants of all kinds, green trees lining roads and paths, vines climbing up older buildings. The crowd was thick, but not too hard to get through, given the right circumstances.

Did Taako feel bad for the woman he shoved to the ground? No. Not really. But he was starting to get stressed by the trio of robots following behind him. Taako sprinted through Goldcliff Park, dodging a robot arm that nearly grabbed the back of his cartridge. He hopped up onto a park bench to avoid another arm and the bench wobbled beneath him.

Look— Maybe Goldcliff hadn't been his best plan, but Taako wasn't really— Taako didn't really think about it at that point. He just thought, hey, wouldn't it be nice to get away from the town where you accidentally killed a ton of people. Taako was a city guy. Or, well, he had lived in a city before. He knew how to blend in, how to keep his guard up and keep his eyes down. Plus, the more faces around, the less likely it was for him to get caught for, y'know, the Murders.

Apparently not. Taako had been walking home from day three of his brand new job (and new identity and new accent and new—) when the first robot had appeared. They were big, beefy things, with heavy arms. Seeing them around wasn't too concerning— Goldcliff law enforcement very much seemed to be automated, and then double-checked. He had thought, hey! As long he didn't look the thing in the eye… holes… then he'd be fine. But, uh, apparently they were a lot more intelligent than Taako had originally thought. Sue him, it had been years since he was last plugged in on tech advancements. How was he supposed to know that the robot police automatically would know he did some Murders?

Taako slid off the path, heading into the trees surrounding the park. It was just city on the other side— if he could make it through fast enough, he could blend back in. He'd get a new name, new ID, move to a new city, or maybe like, just live in the woods for a while. Yeah, living in the woods would be— aw fuck.

Taako misstepped and a root tree poking out from the ground tripped him. He skidded to a bad stop, stumbling to the ground. There was an awful stabbing pain in his ankle. Taako had been around the block enough to know a sprained joint when he felt one. He backed up, grabbing the nearest thing to him— a small stone, because, again, he was in the middle of a park— and forced his power into it. In the seconds it took for the robots to catch up with him, he was holding a small stone knife. He was pushin' his luck, because surely these 'bots are stone-proof, but he had to try something.

If he ended up in jail, who was going to find Lup??

The biggest robot closed in on him and Taako raised the knife, ready to strike. But then the robot let out a little hiss of steam. It cocked its head to the side, and then to the other side, and its body seemed to relax. A latch on the robot's stomach unhooked and there was another hiss as the robot parted from the middle out, revealing a person inside. What kind of fucked up vore situation had Taako gotten himself into? He had been ninety percent sure that those 'bots were just wires inside.

The woman stepped out, her heeled boot flattening the root Taako had tripped over. She had on a dark blue jumpsuit, with an angled symbol on the front. She wore a black, hooded, low-cut jacket over it. The hood was pulled up, staticing her face out. Her sleeves were pushed up to her elbows. It took Taako a second to place her identity.

The Bureau of Balance was one of Goldcliff's main attractions. Supers weren't rare, per se, but often, powers didn't amount to much. The Bureau sought to harness those powers, whatever they may be, and use them for good. Taako didn't know the intricacies, but he knew the stories. Even with the popularity of the Bureau, most of the identities of their most famous Supers were kept hidden.

A Super by the name of Void ran the Bureau of Balance. She was said to be strict, but kind. She had never been seen publicly without it. The other two robots were closed in around her and Taako felt a little stupid to only just now realize the robots lacked the Goldcliff Militia logo. The air hummed with power for a few moments and a translucent barrier went up around them.

Another thing about the Void: As much as they tried to stop her, the Militia could never get her to go by their rules. There were countless Bureau employees out on bail, or worse. Not only was the Bureau a training center for Supers, it was also a law office. They were partnered with Lucretia Williams, who seemed to be about the only lawyer who could win cases for Super clients.

"Taako," the Void said, holding out a hand to help him get up. "It's about time you've stopped running."

[rcmclachlan]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @microcomets. Thanks, friendo!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

71 currently. I've orphaned a bunch, though.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

526,242

3. What fandoms do you write for?

These days I write for whichever fandom strikes my fancy—it might be a new one, or it might be one that I fall back into every so often. My most recent fics have been a mix of new (Beyond Evil, Good Omens, Loki) and old (Cardcaptor Sakura).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Long Live The King (DBZ, bulma/vegeta)

Stopgap (Good Omens, crowley/aziraphale)

100 Zeni (DBZ, trunks/goten, bulma/vegeta)

Named (Supernatural, dean/castiel)

Solve for X (MCU, tony/loki)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I've gotten better at this! I now make sure to reply to every comment on my newer works (sometimes it's a bit overwhelming, but I think the effort is worth it).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Oneiori. Like, Cas gets a happy-ish ending, but it's not going to last. Womp womp.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

These days, I try to end all my fics on a happy note! The happiest that comes to mind is Heritage Site.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I think I've gotten hate maybe twice since I started posting to AO3 in 2010? That's statistically negligible, which is kind of amazing!

9. Do you write smut?

Not often. I don't mind writing it, but it really needs to serve a purpose to the story for me to make the effort.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

Nah, not really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, but I've had a fic's summary stolen! That was a trip.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I'm floored people like my work enough to put that kind of time and effort into translating it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. I tried, but it ultimately didn't work out (mostly due to writer's block and scheduling issues).

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

This is like asking me which of my children I love more. It'd take me a month to answer this question and I'd need someone at CERN to check my work.

I will say Kakashi/Iruka is my most enduring fave; I started reading them in 2005 and fall back into them every 3 or so years. I'm currently in a kakairu cycle (as if y'all couldn't tell).

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Speaking of Kakashi/Iruka.... Hadopelagia. It was just far too big in scope for me to even think about finishing. I think I frightened myself out of it! For the best, though. I re-read it the other night and it's a MESS. This is why betas are so important, kids.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've gotten a lot of comments about how I use metaphor effectively, as well as comedy. I don't think I'm particularly funny compared to other writers, but it always fills me with joy when someone mentions my dumb sense of humor.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely smut. There's nothing worse than trying to keep track of where everyone's legs are.

Me: "I used the word 'cock' fourteen times in this paragraph......... well, maybe no one will notice."

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I've done it! Named had a whole scene written in Spanish (I tried my hand at it and then had a native speaker edit it). I think when done well, it adds something really meaningful to a story.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first fanfic I ever wrote was before I even knew what fanfiction was. It was an Animorphs self-insert fic and I wrote it on a legal pad at my grandparents' house in like 1997. The first fandom I officially posted fic for was Fruits Basket in 2003, followed by QAF in 2004.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

Probably A Twist of the Knife. I had an absolute blast writing Nie Huaisang, and I'm really proud of the story as a whole (which is rare for me).

Tagging: @sonatine, @lemonistas, @stitchyblogs, @dadvans, @ataraxetta, @nandalorian, and anyone else who wants to get in on the action. :-D

[darkgod313]

I break into your house I just wanted to rob you but seeing you lying there half naked seeing your exposed little cunt under your hoodie, I just can’t help myself.

I’m hard af as I make my way through your messy room stroking myself thinking about taking you watching you. I gently roll you over onto your front, so I don’t wake you. I cut up a t-shirt I found on your floor to tie your hands up and blind fold you, good thing brought my knife…

Kneeling on your bed, I can see that you’re already wet filthy little whore look at you, you must have played with yourself before going to sleep… just how I like um needy little slut…

I run my fingers along your body thinking about marking you like you’re mine I wonder if she’s got someone I smile knowing it makes no difference tonight she belongs to me… mmm this little slut has a nice ass it would look so much better after I leave my hand print on it… I’m jerking myself of to you, you smell so good, look so innocent lying there… I’ve cum on back I can see the goosebumps from feeling my cum on your back aww how cute… I can wait for the fun to begin…

I insert a finger into your wet cunt I hear a little whimper of enjoyment then I insert another I feel you’re enjoying it… god this whore is so tight I can feel myself getting hard again

You’re rocking your body riding my fingers in your sleep fucking useless little slut… I can’t take it anymore more the smell, the moaning, how wet you’re getting. I take my fingers to taste you I hear this groan of annoyance the nerve of this bitch…

I spit on the tip my cock then use it to play with soaking wet cunt you arch your body so I have more access to you I check on you and you’re definitely still sleeping. You’re cumming already, I force myself into tight little pussy… feeling your pussy grip on my cock as I slide into you hearing you moan as I fully enter you… then I feel it as you cum all over I’ve my cock and you’re squirming and moaning the grip of your pussy trying to squeeze my cum out of me… this bitch

“Fuck that’s good” I let out a moan as I hold myself from cumming inside you

You hear me moan, you start moving slowly waking up… I stop to catch my breathe feeling your pussy still pulsing, even more cum on me I can feel you on my thighs… how is this bitch so wet… you fall asleep again. I grab my bag I know I got some found them my date rape drugs I slip one in your mouth you start sucking on my fingers I realise you’re sucking your cum off my fingers… nasty little bitch

I pull out a little because I can’t take it but fuck it’s so good so fucking tight… I put it back in and start gently stroking away still trying not to wake you

I think the drugs are kicking because I gave you a hard stroke and you didn’t wake up… so I go harder and a bit faster I can hear you moaning more but all I can hear is your wet pussy taking my cock… I let moan and silent “fuck”

Fuck it I’m going for it so I start fucking you harder and harder…. Feels amazing taking your tight little cunt for myself. You’re starting wake up now a little drowsy and high but it’s too late you’re mine now all I want to do breed your little cunt over and over again… fill you up… shit you’re struggling now

You try to move your hands but you’re tied down, you turn to see who’s inside but you’re blindfolded, the panic starts to set in… “ no please don’t” you scream out you’re trying to push me off so I pin you down

I’m fucking the shit out of you spanking the juicy ass mmm that recoil you’re still screaming while I’m pounding you… your screams are starting to get annoying… in the corner of my eye I see your undies I grab them, why are they wet oh this bitch she didn’t take them off while she played with herself… I stuff them in your mouth and whisper “you’re a dirty little whore I’ll use you as such” “ now be a good girl and take this dic”

I grab your hair pull your head back I hear you mumble in pain what a beautiful sound… I push your head into your pillow telling you to “ shut the fuck up, you worthless little slut” “ I’m going breed you so be a good cum sleeve “

You’re still struggling fighting even more I hear your mumbling in pillow so I start fucking even harder… fuck your hands got free, dumbass I should have tied you up tighter… wait you’re reaching back motioning me to grab your hand … you’re screaming for more so I pull you into doggy now I can hear you “ fuck me daddy, use me”

“Yeah I knew a dirty little slut like would like this” you respond “ yes daddy I’m your dirty little slut” I let go of your hair and starting spanking you like you’re nothing just a piece of meat..

You’re not even fighting anymore you’re asking me to go harder so I do… I’m trying to remember how times you’ve cum then I feel that grip again but this time you messy little cunt pushes my cock out and you’re squirting and shaking… I ram myself back in you I want to enjoy this I cum in you I feel you pussy spasming so intensely then you cunt clench’s so hard you drain me of all my cum I’m still trying to fuck…you fall flat out with me still inside you, my body weight on top of you… I can the whimpering so clearly and then I hear “ thank you daddy, did I do good” and here’s me “ yes baby girl you did great, I’m proud of you”… I’m not leaving I want more…

Blindfold stayed on I used you in every way possible bruised your tits, ass, thighs I left bite marks everywhere… bruised your neck from choking you so hard… you pass out with the naughtiest smile I ever seen still whispering “ thank you daddy I’m a good girl” my cum dripping out of you all over your mouth, I take my phone and take the cutest pic of you my little conquest… 

“ I’ll be back for more kitten”

“I’ll be waiting for you daddy”

What a night…..