#Cardinal and Mouse

[zombiequeenblog]

Sadglo Copia as Count Orlock and Mouse as Ellen...is this anything?

Mist filled my room, and instinctively I breathed heavily of it; perhaps in a pattern of old. An internal yearning for things mysterious and disordered, here in this formerly familiar refuge for my body. 

I felt laid bare to him. For he was right there, blocking the blue moonlight streaming in along the softly fluttering curtains, a figure of darkness offering something tempting as my skin flushed cold. I couldn’t help but shudder below his hidden gaze, and yet I dared to speak first.

“I know you.”

Did his eyes move only? One was different from the other. 

“I have felt you like a serpent, deep inside me…” I spat out words so strange to me, compelled by something beyond any decency I had previously guided my life with. 

A flash of his teeth cut me off with a jolt of fear, and I realized he was grinning sharp, eyes rolling for a moment in a dark mirth. This monster before me had radiated such an icy malice as to make me fight not to cower in my great fear before him, but this sudden apparent pleasure of his at my frail raving felt infinitely worse than any previous horror.

“Have you now, Mouse?” His voice was terrible. I’d never heard anything more beautiful in my life. “How… impure…” He stepped closer, and I forgot how to breathe underneath his cruel smile.

My blood running hot, I turned my cheek away in shame, and yet his words sought me out with insistency, here in this shadowed cell of no escape. 

“But it is not me, dolce. Not yet. It is your nature, your own.”

“No.”

A gloved hand came out from nowhere to caress my face, his words soft yet firm as if to calm my heart, beating in such a frenzy at the shock of his touch. “I have sought a creature from the pit. A Lilith who remembers fleeing Eden. You are such a one.”

I daren’t move. “No, please… free me from your grasp…” I felt a tear slip out the corner of my eye, and his thumb brushed it away as if he could see it in this darkness.

“The only one. You are the only one for me.”

I could say nothing to this madness.

“Submit to complete abandon. Submit to yourself, to your power over me.”

Breath returned to my chest as I shook my head in an anguished bewilderment, his hand slipping down to my throat. I looked up at him as my tongue betrayed me. “Would you taste of me?” I whispered.

“I hunger for you.” His arms were snaking around me tight. “Unite with me in the abyss.”

My lips formed the word, no, but my eyes were open and locked up with his now, one brighter and colder than even the moon. No, demon… be gone from me… please…

As if he could read my futile thoughts, his lips curled slightly as they came down upon mine, and my mouth had fallen open; I could taste him. A dry chasmic bitterness filled the void of my soul, and I could hear his terrible voice clear as a death knell, stoking places so deep within me.

“I shall make you submit to your destiny.”

Read on ao3 if you'd like 🥀

[chanceofbrainstormz]

Copia and Perpetua rat and bat stimboard

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🐀🐀🐀

🎼🎼🎼

🦇🦇🦇

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[zombiequeenblog]

LOL you're so right! We would open that door so goddamned fast! Or maybe we wouldn't, hehe:

🗝

I sat there, perched on my bed in a stony silence, looking over at nothing through my loosened hair. Doing nothing, only breathing steadily; trying to calm my rising frustration. Without any warning, I heard my doorknob turn, and stop short at the lock, prompting me to turn my poor disturbed head over to look.

Nothing happened for a moment. “Dolce.”

My breath hitched, but as the bedsprings squeaked a little I resumed my previous position, hands folded with resignation in my lap. The Cardinal could stand out there all night.

“I can hear you in there, dolce. Open the door.”

“I… I’m rather busy,” I offered, cringing at the tremor in my voice. I wouldn’t cry. “I’m busy, Cardinal.”

If he could hear me squirming upon my bed, I could hear him sighing deeply out in the hall. “Open the door, Mouse.”

He still wasn’t listening! “No,” I said simply. The doorknob turned again, cut off at the lock, and I thought I heard him curse under his breath. The door rattled. A soft thud… and then a dangerous pause.

“Let me in, Mouse.” His dear voice sounded muffled, yet close; he must have been resting his proud head against the door. “Please.”

His courtesy only made my own annoyance simmer.

“No, I won’t let you in!” I snapped, petulant. I thought I heard him chuckle into the wood, and my irritation flared. “Go away, and… and you can laugh about me with the Papas, why don’t you? Have a good lark.”

“Mouse...” he said quickly. He did sound apologetic.

I stood up, as if to steel myself against his consideration, and dashed something wet and maddening away from my eyes.

The doorknob attempted to turn again. “Please let me in, dolcezza.”

I stepped over to the door. “Please go away,” I entreated back, softly, “I won’t be made fun of. By Papa Terzo, maybe. But not by you, Cardinal.”

“We weren’t making fun of you, dolce,” he soothed, “You were… simply adorabile, explaining just how snakes may prey upon the ground’s various birds… to Secondo like that…”

“I didn’t know he had a degree in ophiology!” I exploded, slapping my hand on my door, “Papa must think I’m a complete idiot! And you and Terzo just let me drone on and on…” My voice faltered as I flushed at the memory of dinner, and I turned back to my bed. What a ridiculous subject for Secondo, a Papa, to expertise in, of all things?! Common snakes?!

I slithered myself down onto my comforter, and covered my head with a pillow. It couldn’t drown out the sound of the door rattling.

“Dolce, let me in now,” the Cardinal commanded, “This is absurd, discoursing like this in the hall.”

“I said, Go away!”

“Dolce!” he actually shouted, pounding his fist once upon the wood to make the door shake.

I turned and sat up on my bed again, hugging my pillow and pouting. “You haven’t even knocked properly,” I sniffed.

For a long moment, he was utterly quiet on the other side of the door, and then I heard the devastating click of it unlocking. I almost smiled; I knew very well he had a key. In some defense, I raised my pillow.

The door swung open and I lobbed the cushion over at him, knocking the biretta right off his smug head into the hall. He startled a bit, locked eyes with me, and grinned. Then his expression darkened. I was defenseless.

Striding over to me, he grabbed me right up by my dishevelled hair, and forced his mouth down upon mine. I melted into his furious lips, and he kissed me like one long deprived. I couldn’t help but give in freely to him.

When he let me try to speak he only cut me off, brushing my hair back so I could see clearly the concern in his two-toned gaze. “Forgive me, Mouse. I was cruel downstairs; I would never have you think that I don’t cherish your dear intellect.” He cradled my head in his gloves as if to prove the point, keeping me tilted up to face him, his expression serious.

I blushed, blinking to release cheerier tears down my cheeks, which he gently wiped away with his thumbs. I took a breath, and squeezed his forearms in affection as I settled back slightly on the bed. Leaning back on my hands, I peered coquettishly up at my love, noticing his lip paint was a little smudged.

“You know,” I offered, guessing my own lips might be similarly sullied, and bringing one hand up to touch them lightly, “you don’t have to stop being cruel. Not entirely.” I could cry further.

I saw him flash a dark smile, mirroring my own, and he said nothing for the moment, only tilting his head in a delighted acquiescence as he turned away.

He went and shut the door, locking it firmly, and then the Cardinal carefully returned back to me.

Seeing this tiktok and being fully just

@her-satanic-wiles be sure to visit me in helllllllll

But also @zombiequeenblog because it’s deff time for another sadglo reread

[howlingday]

Cardin: Dum de dum de do... WHAT THE?!

Cinder: (Lights Jaune's hair on fire)

Jaune: (Lifts foot, Blows on it)

Cinder: (Pushes him over) Mwahaha! See you later, whoever you are~! (Leaves)

Cardin: What the heck was that?!

Jaune: Huh? Oh, hi, Cardin.

Cardin: Don't you "Oh, hi, Cardin" me! That chick was picking on you! That's MY job!

Jaune: What?

Cardin: Don't try to deny it! I saw the whole thing!

Jaune: Whoa! Hey, hey, hey! Cardin! It's not like that!

Cardin: (About to cry) Do you hate her more than me?!

Jaune: What?! No! Cardin, you're the worst! I didn't like you the second I saw you at initiation.

Cardin: (Blushing, Swooning) Aw~! Geez~!

[missygoesmeow]

Copia and Mouse on a stroll Mouse belongs to @zombiequeenblog under the cut is a different version featuring Terzo hehe

Terzo about to throw a whole pile at leaves at someone lmao

[maxriderg]

Ladies and Gentlemen, as since Lizzie Freeman aka Elizabeth "Lizzie" Rose Freeman (1992-present) will be turning 32 by the 2nd of November, allow Me to share a little something for her upcoming 32nd Birthday (complete with the attachment of iCarly's Leave It All to Me by Miranda Cosgrove and Drake Bell to go for the Party) and well, HAVE A SUPER-DEE-DUPER Happy Early 32nd Birthday to her, Ladies and Gentlemen!

[ghcstcd]

Dew and Secondo are so grossly romantic. Secondo kissing a lock of Dew's hair? God, gross-

[barrerod]

[katskrochet]

I have returned to show you this little papa emer-rat-us I made for my upcoming ritual :)

[ask-cardi-c]

Hey Cardi, I've got 3 questions.

What is your opinion on therians?

Can I name my new rat friend after you?

Is primo dating anyone? Or is he up for grabs?

-Rat<3

Hello, Rat! What a wonderful name that is 🐀👋

I have not heard of these 'therians', but Sunshine has told me that they are people who have an... Animalistic side, si? Well, if they are having fun, I do not see the issue! I think my animal would be a rat. Specifically a Burmese Rat! Though I have just been told by Papa Terzo that I would be just a Standard Rat : (

This is a Burmese Rat. Very handsome.

Of course you can name your rat after me! I would be honoured to know that there is a rat out there somewhere with my name 🐀 you must share pictures! I want to see the rattie.

I do not tend to look into the Papas' love lives. As far as I am aware, he currently shares his quarters with a woman called Elizabeth, but that does not mean he wouldn't be open to a third.

Blegh. I do not like to think of him in that way.

[howlingday]

Yang: Hey, thanks for coming out, ladies and gents! Who's ready for open mic night?

Cardin: Great idea, Xiao Long! Time to show these people some real comedy.

Yang: Oh, I didn't know they made a movie about your last date!

[cricketchirp]

Thanks to the Cardinal

I love this time of year when the windows are open and the birds wake me and invite me to head down the stairs and stare out the window. And so I did this morning. It seems the Northern Cardinals always announce their arrival with a “Twik, Twik, Twik,” call and usually he arrives first, and she, pictured above follows. For some reason, I didn’t see him this morning, but maybe tonight as they are…

[clownhubris]

TRACKPAD????? HOW?

Through the power of being really lazy, you can achieve anything! Also with a very high line stabilizer setting lol. I didn't want to take my drawing tablet out or take it with me to school so I just. Used the trackpad instead until it looked good 👍

[greywaysart]

From my attack's description: "It took me a while to decide which of Nidorina's characters to attack this year, but I realised Belinda would be PERFECT for trying out a storybook look! I think I did a pretty good job over all, considering animals and animal people aren't my forte, and I decided "Yeah, let's draw her bird in flight! That makes perfect sense as something I can do!"

Belinda is SUCH a cutie, and basically my only regret in this piece is that I forgot the cardinal's saddle and such! That said, I like to imagine maybe they were at an inn and the cardinal was settled away for the night and Belinda suddenly needed to mount the little bean for an emergency and went barebacked like the hero we all need!" Belinda belongs to Nidorina on ArtFight

[navydoves]

Have you ever heard of the Omegaverse?

✎ᝰ summary: you wanted to try something new with sylus to spice up your intimacy. something quite strange.

✎ᝰ cw: fake omegaverse, explicit but no actual sex, mentions of breeding, scent/pheromone kink, perfume addict, dirty talk but it’s not mean, needy sylus, you get the idea, no Y/N, it’s all lowercase bro

✎ᝰ a/n: not sure where this came from. i proof read AFTER i published this and then realized i forgot a whole chunk so shoot me. anyway, enjoy.

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it wasn’t like sylus couldn’t sexually please you. it was, quite in fact, the exact opposite. it didn’t matter if it was with his fingers, his mouth, or his thick, veiny cock that was most definitely imprinted deep within your pussy at this point from just how many times he’s had you face down in his bed—it didn’t matter how, but sylus managed to pleasure you intensely, lovingly, passionately every single time.

to say you were blessed was an understatement. he was your god given man, top to bottom, perfection crafted by the gods themselves you would think. patient, kind, loving, dominant, wealthy, all the traits someone could ask for in a partner. but sometimes… you wanted to push the boundaries of your relationship just to see how “nonjudgmental” and capable sylus was willing to be for you.

your history with fiction was lengthy. always having your nose in books from a young age, reading about magic treehouses and mouses with cookies. fiction wasn’t juvenile, it was freedom, it was creative, it was part of you. but as you grew up and left phases behind, you also gained responsibilities by the year. that passion was driven elsewhere. being a hunter required time, energy, and dedication, all things you put in to get to the rank you are today.

yet, your love for fiction never really left. maybe put on pause, but getting lost in stories was a feeling you missed. now more settled down in your life, with a boyfriend and stable job, you felt the urge to relive the fixations of your childhood.

one thing led to another and instead of opting for the local library to check out some books or maybe dusting off your shelves to find other forgotten ones, you find yourself online, preferring the “e-reading” experience instead.

bad choice? nah.

while sylus was out on “commerce negotiations” (what he half-heartedly described it to you as, so as spare you the details of potential bloodshed), you lounged in one his many common rooms within his large estate, almost bored of how you couldn't find eye-catching stories to read or even skim through.

your short-attention span was just about to reprimand you for spending so much time on a task that proved to be fruitless, until, that was, your eyes grazed over a certain, unfamiliar category. "omegaverse?" you mumbled to yourself before curiously tapping on the highlighted word. the screen of your phone loaded in several different comics and stories with titles and thumbnails that were dowsed in eroticism and innuendos. you've never really strayed away from mature, sexual themes but it also never really was the main focus of the stories you read-unlike what this "omegaverse" proved itself to be. it only took one click to really interest you, and before you knew, you were down a rabbit-hole of this alternate universe that was all about primality and mates. it was about humans, sure, but with more of a… cardinal touch to it. needless to say, it aroused you. even if you felt weird about it and were in slight denial that something so… bizarre could do this to you, you couldn't help it. especially when your thoughts drifted off and imagined sylus and you in a lot of these scenarios; scenting, marking, breeding. sure, you could do and have done these things with him to an extent, but it wasn't exactly the same.

your thoughts and sensations were interrupted by a familiar voice down the hall of the common room you were in. you swiped out of the tab you were on and put down your phone to greet sylus.

"sy, you're back. negotiations go well?" you asked with a gentle smile on your cheek whiling pushing yourself off the couch to go properly welcome him. he stood tall by the wall, leather jacket still on and hugging his form along with matching and equally as tight leather pants. his earthy, steel scent spilled into your nostrils and comforted you as you embraced him gently.

"'course it went well, when doesn't it?" he replied with a slight smirk to his lips and a lilt of smugness in his voice. he was right, you can't name one instance where his deals and bids didn't go his way. it was a true tell of his power in the N109, and something about his dominance in the field made you internally giggle. he wrapped a firm arm around your waist and kissed your forehead tenderly before pulling back. "don't tell me you were all worried about me? my little lady should know i'll always return home safe."

you chuckle slightly and remove your arms from his form. "nah, wasn't really worried, in fact i was more bored than anything else." sylus raised a brow.

"bored? i leave you my entire estate with rooms upon rooms to entertain yourself in and you're bored?" he teased just slightly. "what a needy kitten you are. i'll tell luke and kieran we'll build a few more game rooms if that'll keep you entertained." you knew sylus was more-so joking, but if you truly did ask for it, he'd build you a village.

you watch him move off the wall and slide off his leather jacket to put on one of the chairs that was tucked into the dining room table. he pulls the chair back and sits on it, elbow on the table and propping up his head on his palm. his legs manspread in fashion, his posture at ease, and his demeanor rather playful in the moment.

"i don't... really do much, not unless i have hunter work to do. which... i try not to bring to our quality time. i try to relax here, yknow?" you respond, embarrassed heat now burning at certain parts of your skin from just looking at sylus.

a low, throaty chuckle comes from sylus. he nods his head at your words and reaches out to take your wrist into his soft palms. it amazed you how nice the skin there was despite all of his dirty work.

"i know, love. you don't have to explain yourself to me. im glad you're resting up." he smiled and leaned in slightly to kiss and nibble at the crevice of your neck affectionately. "how was your reading?"

you tensed up slightly at his question and swallow. it wasn't exactly a lie that it went... nicely, after all, now you have a greater depth of internet niches and sex scenarios to think about, but you didn't want to just give him a rushed blanket statement and move on. no you wanted... more.

sensing your hesitation and slight tension in your body, sylus pulled back from your neck and looked up at you with a wondering expression. he tilted his head, making your heart flutter a little bit.

"you okay?" he asked in a murmur. he nudged his nose underneath your chin and brought a hand up to your hip to squeeze you from over your clothes. "do you need me, love?"

a shudder runs down your spine at yet another one of his questions. you knew what he meant. he took your flushed state as one of need, one of desire, and he wasn't entirely wrong... he just had the wrong context.

"err... sylus," you whispered while tilting your head down fully toward him and cupping his face, "you love me, right?"

"with every fiber of my being, yes."

"and you'd anything for me, right?"

"yes," he raised a brow, "how much do you want?"

"no this isn't about money,"

"then what is it, darling?"

you hesitated on your next words. like stated before, it wasn't like sylus couldn't sexually please you, you just wanted to try something…new.

"have you ever heard of the omegaverse?"

sylus's brows furrowed in confusion and then in ponder.

"no, i don't think i have. what is it? the name of an organization or something?"

you almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but you refrain. a small, silly grin grows on your lips as you shake your head.

"no it's a... genre, i think. i really don't know how to explain it to you but it's something i want to try between us. i can kinda... show it to you, if you'd like." you reach for your phone in your pocket and click on the few tabs of explanations you searched up for yourself in attempts to better understand this weird internet niche. sylus looked between you and the phone before fully immersing himself to the words on the screen. now, you were no longer flushing from nervousness or arousal, but from pure and utter embarrassment.

the feeling only grew once sylus fully took your phone from your hands and began reading more intently. he tapped at a few god-knows-what things and after a few very long, heavy minutes, he finally looks up at you. you tense again, posture rigid and skin hot. he smirked.

"i'm guessing i'm the alpha?"

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your breath was heavy and coming out sporadically due to the full force of sylus's body weight atop of you. all 260 pounds (117.9 kg) of his body pressed into you and squished you into the mattress, sandwiching you between two forces. all 6'1 (186 cm) of his form towering over your shorter, smaller frame and taking advantage of your limited movement.

sylus's nose buried into your nape where your skin and hair strands met, making for the perfect concoction of your feminine musk. he let out a low groan and pressed his hips into yours as arousal built in his body purely from just your scent.

"my pretty," he purred against you, "you know better than to walk around smelling so nice when im nearing my rut, don't you?"

you whine softly in response. you couldn't believe how easy it was to convince sylus to do this, and you especially couldn't believe how good he was at playing the part. he chuckles, it's a genuine sound from him. he was, in fact, enjoying this.

"yknow it's only your scent that gets me going like this, love. can't stand the scent of other omegas, fucking repulses me. mmm," he presses into you again, "but when i come hooome, and i can smell yooou in the air, im reminded how lucky i am. reminded how perfect my sweet girl is.” sylus moves a hand to your face and tilts your head to face him better. his fingers gently dig into your cheeks, squishing them in an almost affectionate manner. "im all yours, you've got me hooked. im so... addicted to you."

you let out a small whimper but nod in agreement. he is all yours, thankfully so. words have failed you for the past several minutes due to the sheer amount of arousal coursing through your body, and only small noises were what you were reduced to. clothes weren't even off, lights hadn't been dimmed, yet sylus was able to fully and utterly make you putty, and you both loved it.

he loved seeing you this way, submissive and needy for him. while he let you have your fun in the past, here and there, at the end of the day it was always him taking control and guiding you once he had enough. and now, playing respective roles where you were an absolute submissive to him and he was an absolute dominant to you, made him prosper.

"mm, should i take your vow of silence as your way of telling me you like this side of me?" he chuckles lowly. you mewl softly in response. "atta girl. i knew since the time you snuck into my room to get off to my pheromones that you were a little filthy. i didn't know just how filthy you were, though."

sylus's fingers let go of your cheek and moved down to your shoulders to press you back down fully against the mattress. his weight was so deliciously suffocating you and you felt like you could get high on the pressure alone.

"now that i've got you where i want you," he began, a hand snaking between your front and the mattress and sliding down slowly to your pelvis, "i'll tell you exactly what i want to do with you. do you wanna hear?" you nod in response but it earns a disapproving frown from sylus. "use your words, angel."

"y-yes, tell me what you want to do to me," you groan out with need right before you close your eyes shut. sylus lets out an approving rumble and continues to move his hand down your pelvis until it was right under your bellybutton. he leaned into your ear and bit the skin of it gently which sent intense arousal shocks to right in-between your legs.

"im gonna breed you," he mumbled, "god im gonna breed you so good, so much, that there's no doubt you're pregnant with my children." you moaned softly at his words. while deep down, you knew that children weren't a thing you and sylus were looking for right now, the idea of him creamping you over and over again in hopes of impregnating you was incredibly erotic.

sylus laughed at your obvious infatuation with the idea and pressed his hand deeper against your pelvis. "mm, right here, our kids will grow. your womb will know my knot so well that it'll happily take my children. isn't that right? my pretty little omega, my pretty little wife."

without waiting for an answer, sylus flips you over onto your back and looks over your form appreciatively. baggy clothes and sweaters would never stop him from enjoying you, in fact, he loved imagining your pretty body underneath those layers. he dips his head down to your chest and nuzzles his head against the bump of your breasts, a low purr coming out of him again.

your hands instinctively go into sylus's hair and scratch his scalp tenderly as he moves his head lower and lower down your body. you felt an unfamiliar sense trepidation simmering within you but it only worked toward arousing you even further. something about the uncharted territory of this roleplay, of sylus made you nervous but deliciously so. you didn't know what to expect from him and you loved it.

"mmm, fucking delicious," sylus murmured as he took in the aroma of your clothes, imprinted with the various body sprays and perfumes he's bought you over the months. nothing ever enters your cabinets until careful deliberation on what suits you the best is done, and even then, he insists on customized, personally made scents just for you so that no one else but his love can smell like this. his cock twitched in his pants at just the mere thought that you smelled like his money, his gifts, his love. and in this case, his omega.

"s-sylus..." you whimper while arching your hips up to his hands that were now slowly moving your baggy shirt up to your waist. his hands were so warm, gentle, but so, so insistent. without response he dove his head into your stomach and sniffed, low rumbles of appreciation vibrating your body. he smiles against your skin and glances up at you.

"you smell so fertile, love," sylus groans softly, "your pheromones... i guess my rut is coming sooner than i thought. i can feel it... agh... im lightheaded...". you look down at him cup his face tentatively, worry spread across your face.

"are you alright?" you ask nervously. sylus lets out a shaky exhale that glides up your wrist. he grabs the back of your hand with his, closes his eyes, and tilts his head to the side to press a delicate kiss to your palm. it takes a few heart-pounding, stomach churning moments for him to respond, and each second felt like you were getting a new adrenaline rush. he looks back at you, eyes now intense and half lidded, shiner than usual in a way the pierced right through you.

"you have a minute to run," he mumbles. a simple, straightforward statement that made your mouth go dry. you stare blankly at him for a moment before getting up from the edge of the bed and looking around, hoping that something here had an answer for the absurdity of the situation. sylus glanced at the nightstand where a few of your perfumes sat there in their gorgeous, shimmering bottles. he stood and picked up one haphazardly and then handed it to you. "douse yourself in it and run."

you look down at the beautiful violet coloured bottle, elegance in a glass, and hesitate. it was an extremely expensive perfume and to... douse yourself in it like it was some moderately cheap, beauty supply store spray was frankly crazy. but in this moment, you weren't sure what it was, but everything was telling you to listen to sylus.

you shake the bottle gently and threw caution to the wind with the sprays. up and down your body in close proximity, you sprayed the scent to make sure it stuck onto you and you didn’t stop until that the word douse would be imprinted onto your skin. when you finished with milking the nozzle dry for what it was worth (literally), you carefully put the bottle down back on the stand and glance over to sylus.

"sixty."

sixty?

"fifty-nine."

fuck.

you rush out of the bedroom and down the corridor to one of the common rooms in the estate. the fact that this manor was particularly huge helped your escape tremendously. your legs took you farther and farther away from the wing sylus was on with each passing second. you weren't exactly sure where to go or if you should hide, but you had a feeling you should.

you found a hiding spot in a mostly unused storage closet one floor above where sylus was at. you weren't exactly sure what number he was on or if maybe he was already looking for you and you were too busy scrambling to hear him, but you had a spot now.

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"one... zero," sylus hums. a small smile grows on his lips as he steps forward and out the bedroom he waited in. he did intentionally count slower than usual, just to give his pretty little lady some fighting chance, but he knew it was already over the minute you asked to do this roleplay.

he stepped into the hall casually and took long strides with confidence. the prominent boner in his pants stuck out terribly and made a show of itself with each movement of his hips. where was his precious omega? maybe behind this door? or that underneath that ottoman? or on that balcony?

no.

he knew where you were, or at least, he could take a very good guess. the perfume you doused left a prominent scent trail wherever you clambered around to, and that was his guiding phermone to finding you. although, lucky for you, it was also a disadvantage. each strong whiff of you to his sensitive nose made him groan softly and palm at his aching cock. he was so frustratingly erect that it felt like his groin was going to pop out of his pants anytime soon.

"mngh... darling..." he called out mockingly, "if only you could see the mess you've made of me right now. it's almost maddening, yknow?" he staggered down another hall and has to bite back a loud moan as he smells you everywhere. you were erratic in this hall in particular, he guesses, not that it's anything to complain about. it only got him readier for you.

"you're making this... so difficult for me. i wonder... how wet you are right now, just waiting for me to pound into your eager pussy." he stalked the hall for longer before stopping at the end of it. his back presses against the wall with a groan as he imagines you wrapping around his twitching cock and massaging him slowly, lovingly, with your warm walls. he reached down and into his pants to stroke himself for some type of relief but he refused to cum unless he was inside you.

after a few more minutes of stumbling around halls and rooms, groaning both in frustration and desire, sylus eyed a particular door in the middle of a hall on the opposite wing of his estate, a floor up. he can almost feel you throbbing behind there, maybe even taste the sweat and arousal on your skin. he smirked before moving toward the door and stopping right outside of it. he didn't open it, or knock, or even say a word, he just stood there, breathing.

you, of course, were behind that door, shivering in pure ecstasy and need. you heard his voice echo from halls down and it was exhilarating how he stalked you just by your scent. god this was so much better than what you had initially imagined when mentioning the roleplay. now, sylus was only a few feet away from you, intimidating you from just right outside the storage closet door.

you tried not to make a noise but pleasure just kept shooting down and in between your legs every time you thought about what would happen once he got his hands on you.

"won't you help your alpha?" sylus purred while eyeing down the door. "i've been such a good boy, yeah? giving you time to hide, taking the time to look for you, even waiting for you outside this closet. besides... you're the one who caused my rut."

he flashed a toothy grin that you couldn't see. he was enjoying this more than he thought he would, even if he was aching in every part of his body for you. he reached down into his leather pants again and a few moments later you could hear wet, squelching sounds coming from the opposite side of the door. the sounds made you squeeze your thighs together and tilt your head back. god, he was getting off and teasing you with the promise of his cock and he was reveling in that fact too.

"ngh... fu... god. im so hard, love. im swollen with all the fucking need in the world and i..." he grips the door with his free hand and grits his teeth. "i need you so bad. where else am i gonna put this cock, huh? no other omega fucking deserves it. its you who i want to impregnate."

you couldn’t take it anymore. you reached down your own soft felt leggings and began rubbing yourself over your absolutely drenched panties. you needed relief so bad, the past hour had just been you soaking yourself in arousal without any true stimulation, it was so close to driving you insane. and, especially now with sylus a breath away and teasing with the sounds of his cock like an animal, you were sure you were actually experiencing insanity.

you could hear sylus pump himself faster and the low growls that came in succession with it. he sounded like he was going insane too, actually.

“‘m gonna cum all over this door if you don’t come out and see me, love, and i don’t want to do that.” sylus’s teased. his grip on the knob became tighter making the veins of his hand become more prominent. you could hear the clacks of the brass of the doorknob move around, he truly was holding back.

you shouldn’t have kept quiet, that was the mistake you realized when the door came flying open and hit the wall beside it. you stared up at sylus from where you where sat on the floor, hand down your pants and eyes wide from exhilaration and a little bit of fear.

your eyes flit down to his very exposed cock that arched up to his abdomen and painted his shirt with pre-cum. it throbbed there and bobbed gently, back and forth, on its own. you could feel your mouth salivate at the creaminess, the thickness, the curve of his angry, needy, swole cock.

he looked at you with slight surprise in his eyes for a moment before smiling, eyes squinting with amusement.

“found you,” he breathed out.

before you could make a run for it sylus quickly bent down and grabbed onto your hips. you yelped in surprise but you didn’t move away from his (almost) bruising grasp on you. instead, you submitted to his touch almost immediately and from the low growl that came from his throat, you could tell he very obviously liked that.

he moved his hands down your legs, teasing the inner corners of your thighs before gripping both your ankles with one, strong hand. he flipped you onto your front and laughed at just how pliant you were being with him.

“you’re coming with me, darling,” he purred. he stood to full height and dragged you out the storage closet and into the hall, his steps slow and methodical. the rough bumps of carpet ground against you through your clothes and gave you a nice, scratchy feel on your nipples. the storage closet inched further and further away from you with each step sylus took toward down the hall.

you felt dizzy with desire, he’s never manhandled you like this before and you sure as hell weren’t complaining that he was starting now. and god, he must’ve doused himself in his cologne too because all you could smell—instead of carpet dust—was his intoxicating scent. his pheromones. it was a manly musk that resonated with oak and cherries, and, despite that scent always bringing a sense of comfort to you, it now brought you a heady sense of mind numbing horniness.

you felt yourself go non-verbal again from the sheer anticipation within you, now only whimpers escaping your tight lips. there was an aching emptiness between your legs that you knew could only be satiated by the hilt of sylus’s cock breeding you over and over again.

when another low laugh rumbles in his chest, you glance behind with trepidation in your eyes and found him already looking over and down at you. he gritted his teeth in a large smile.

“it’s time i actually start taking this roleplay seriously.”

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a/n: first fic on here but i feel like im a bad fiction writer so idk how this is gonna play out. i also dk how tumblr works since im more of a reader on here but again… we’ll see how this goes. also im an xavier main. just had to mention that here cause i love him sm

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DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE FIC RECS (PART II)

a rec collection of my fave logan and/or wade x reader fics - please give these writers some love! ❤️💛

(these recs are in addition to this post - I intended to combine them but I hit my link limit on the first!)

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

— a mouse christmas by @guiltyasdave

Before Christmas, you and Logan have an unexpected house guest.

— cardinal by @danidrabbles

At the edge of the world, someone from another keeps you from stepping off.

— come on into my bed with me (i know you want to) by @sceletaflores

you can't sleep, logan left his door open…

— dirty little secret by @silverskyeline

logan finds that you've left him a little gift behind, and he just can't help himself. 

— don't mind me by @/moonlight-prose

you refused to admit that you were smitten with the man who melted your otherwise intelligent mind. you were however…horrible with subtlety. luckily the same could be said for him.

— guard dog by @/elflutters

Nobody would believe how his masculine bravado fell as he let you take control. They didn’t notice how you could dismiss him with a nod of your head, how he would immediately back down from a fight if you told him to drop it. Like a dog with a bone. That’s the thing about Logan. He is protective like a guard dog is  protective. And he is submissive like a guard dog is submissive. Oh, you so enjoy training him.

— i could play the doctor (i could cure your disease) by @sceletaflores

it’s been another six months, and logan needs your help…

— in every lifetime by @pedroscurls

you lost logan in this universe. logan lost you in his. what happens when you both see each other again, but realize that you're both from different worlds?

— kinktober 2024 by @avocado-writing

— kinktober 2024 by @robo-writing

Logan’s got hundreds of years of experience under his belt, and somehow you manage to match him blow for blow.

— manhandle by @embbarnes

Feral-ish Logan is obsessed with you.

— nameless as a river undiscovered underground by @/moonlight-prose

his leather jacket remained a tie between your love and his. the weight of it, the smell of your intertwined scents, all revolved around a relationship he never thought would happen.

— of flesh and bone by @cavillscurls

logan just can’t bring himself to kill a pretty thing like you—even when he’s starving.

— slippin' and slidin' all over you! by @/sceletaflores

logan forgot to fix the ac…

— the animal in the cage by @/silverskyeline

you return each week to watch the stranger in the cage, desire swirling in your mind. there's no way he'd ever look at you too. . . right?

— trapped lies by @wlwloverwrites

Logan has a very hard time hearing the words “I love you.”

OLD MAN LOGAN X READER

— come undone by @nymphoniah

— dust to dust by @/moonlight-prose

when the days are long and he's grown weary of everything, he knows he can find his peace in your body. that is until he brings a whole new understanding to the belt buckle that sits proudly on his waist.

— makeup sex with old man logan by @rqnarok

— my girl by @moonlitbirdie

Logan comes home after a scuffle and you clean him up. He finds a way to thank you.

— my man by @/silverskyeline

he's irresistible in that work suit of his, so much so that you decide to treat him with it on.

— runaway bride by @pedroscurls

on the day of your wedding, you find out that your maid of honor and husband-to-be has been hooking up behind your back... and you run directly into the arms of a stranger to help you cope with the sudden betrayal.

— smoke and ash by @/moonlight-prose

cigar smoke trailed after him with every step, his mouth always desperate for something to wet, something to bite down on. and you with the match between your teeth indulged him every which way.

— twin flames by @/elflutter

Logan wasn’t shy about his thing for pain. He should have known you would like it too. When pain is your only companion, when it can’t even give you the mercy of death, you learn to master it. To love it.

— when things turn green again by @lubdubology

Hoping to mend the pain of your broken heart and bury the memory of your failed marriage, you turn towards the woods. A cabin was left in your name and it’s the exact distraction you were looking for. What you didn’t anticipate is meeting a quiet, ruggedly handsome man along the way who helps you heal.

LOGAN HOWLETT X WADE WILSON

— number one fan by @/silverskyeline

rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong?

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER X WADE WILSON

— angel of the morning by @/moonlight-prose

wade has a proposition to offer: he will sit quietly (a complete lie) as logan shows him how fucking you properly is done. only it's not up to logan...it's up to you. his sweet angel of the morning.

— she's your daddy by @/elflutters

— woo, my baby's got me all mixed up! by @/sceletaflores

wade gets to whiskin’ (and logan’s there too)…

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕