#at the mercy of otherworldly forces and I submit to their will

[yanderes-galore]

Hello !! I would like to request prompt 26 “I can make all of your pain go away. You just have to say the words.” for yandere Auditor! Thank you :) -🪻

Sure! I haven't written much for Yandere Auditor, whom I feel would be a terrifying yandere based on his abilities. Not much build up, I apologize, I have a tendency to jump straight into the action if not given a plot- If I think of something I might do a prequel. Sorry it is short :(

@krystalkitdemi helped me with ideas!

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Yandere! Auditor Prompt 26

"I can make all of your pain go away. You just have to say the words."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Slight torture, Wound mention, Blood mention, Implied forced relationship.

The Auditor had most of the control in Nevada. Even though Phobos saw himself as a 'God Emperor', The Auditor was much stronger than him. Employers are otherworldly entities in this realm.

Resistance against such a being was futile. With the inability to die and the ability to summon weapons at will, it's pointless. If an Employer wanted something, they got it.

Your opinion of The Auditor was that he was cruel. A cruel God-like being that didn't care for those who lived in Nevada. Even if you worked for him, neglect was common.

The Auditor made Nevada what it was with his Improbability Drives. He was one of the reasons your home was such a mess.

He was he sole reason you're in pain everyday.

In your eyes, there wasn't an ounce of mercy in his being. Even as The Auditor stood over you now, you didn't trust him. Those red eyes held faux pity.

Were you supposed to believe he felt bad for making someone like you suffer?

"It doesn't have to be like this." His voice is deep yet echoing. It's as though the void itself was speaking to you. It looked like death itself was staring back at you.

You say nothing as the shadow being paces closer to your prone body. Blood poured from you body from underneath your body armor. It wasn't enough to protect you from the blow you suffered.

"You don't have to suffer like this. Don't you want something better than this? I could give you whatever you wanted." The Auditor continues, eyes of hellfire looking at your blood. "You won't have to succumb to such a grim fate."

"Why won't you let me die...."

"I don't want you to. I want you to submit."

You scoff, gritting your teeth at the pain.

"Submit to you? I prefer death."

"It's pitiful, really. You prefer suffering through neverending pain rather than allowing me to help."

"Help? You'd never help anyone-"

"Really? You paint me as a devil, dear."

"You are one."

"In your eyes, maybe."

The Auditor rolls you over, looking over your wound. He huffs, smoke puffing into the air. He traces a claw around the skin, watching you scream.

"I can make all of your pain go away. You just have to say the words."

"You want me to beg?"

The Auditor grins at you, pulling away. You look away, thinking of alternatives. Could you really stoop so low?

"I value loyalty, dear. In exchange for you pledging yourself to me, one way or another, I'll make sure you never suffer again."

He steps back into your gaze.

"I want you to say it."

"...."

"Pledge yourself to me, it's all I ask. I could give you whatever you wish if you do so."

Like a demon, The Auditor offers you a deal. He offers you a life well lived in exchange for your complete and utter loyalty. You'll be a slave to him for who knows how long.

It's either this... or bleed to death once again.

The Auditor knew you were getting tired. He knew at some point you'd give in. Once he had you at his beck and call, he can move things along between you.

You just needed to say the right words...

You just needed to accept this devil's deal.

"Take as much time as you need. I'll be waiting right here."

[orbitariums]

What, You Didn’t Miss me?

for venusbarnes 5k challenge!! i'm gonna be doing a bunch of these but i just decided i wanted to write something different than what i usually lean towards for this :)

i also wrote a loki imagine called idoru! very angsty but cute :)

#6:  “what, you didn’t miss me? i’m hurt.”

reader is thor's rival/fling thing. you've fought & battled each other hundreds of times, but nothing can compare to the energy you two have. but you've gone a while without seeing him, and he's honestly relieved he doesn't have to put up with it anymore - until he sees you again. *reader's bi cuz she's that bitch, and kind of like valkyrie*

warning: toxic! (but it's really not that deep, considering they do b fighting a lot), fight scene!

also: i would listen to THIS playlist while reading this!!! i was listening while writing, made it so enjoyable.

    You were what they called a "wild child." Graceless, rebellious, brave to the point of stupidity. You were full of rage, a warmonger with no remorse. In your kingdom you were admired for your bravery and physical ability and looked down upon for your "unwomanly" tendencies and your recklessness. You weren't alone in this though - you had a group of women with you who operated as a team, all of them ostracized because of their resistance to submitting. Together, you were unstoppable.

     There was also Thor. He admired you for your brutal honesty, your unabashedly flirty demeanor, and for your fighting abilities. To him, you were like the lady version of him, only not so lady like, and much less cautious, if that was even possible. You were chaotic and wild in combat, and he knew this first-hand. Thor had been at the mercy of your rage many times, and you had seen the force of Mjolnir much too close for comfort. Sometimes you fought for a reason, other times you fought just because you felt like it. For as long as you could remember, Thor had always been your otherworldly enemy... rival was a better word for it.

     But perhaps the best part of your rivalry, besides the satisfaction of beating down the god of Thunder on the times you did win your battles (because, really, you did beat him sometimes, and it felt good), was the flirtatious nature that lay within it. You couldn't doubt that sparks flew when you and the god were together, even when fighting you found yourselves closer to each other than necessary. And outside of a fight, your titillating banter was enough to make heads turn-- tongues soaked with whiskey, hot breath against the other's neck, narrowed eyes matched with rosy lipped smirks that said: "you really wanna do this right now?", sarcastic and degrading humor. It was all a part of the program. Thor rotated women on a weekly basis, as did you with the women and men back on your kingdom, but the relationship he had with you was different.

    No one challenged him like you did, no one was snarky like you were - women joked about Thor submitting to them, but none of them had the power to actually manifest that, other than yourself. He liked that he wasn't exactly intimidated by you, but that you made your worth and your ability rather clear. He knew you weren't "easy" in a fight, and you wouldn't back down. For a while, you steered clear of Thor while you got your own life together. And for that while, it was quiet... too quiet. You were glad to be given a reason to stir things up again. And boy, was Thor in for a surprise.

    You smeared black liner on your waterline (stolen from a Walgreens on Midgard - you liked their makeup more, it was low quality and gave you a cheap, uncouth look that you cherished - not like makeup on your planet, which made you look exactly like what you were... a warrior goddess), and looked in the mirror. Well, what remained of the mirror after you had smashed it. You held a piece of broken glass in your hands and leaned in towards it, your reflection wonky and distorted. You were sitting in your dim-lit, unfurnished (purposefully) bedroom with your friends - the warrior women who you considered your sisters.

    "Thor's in for a lovely surprise today," you sang in monotone, applying more dark pencil liner below your waterline. You quickly rubbed a dark purple lip on and puckered up, raising your eyebrows at yourself in the mirror.

     Mira shook her head playfully and sighed,

    "Honestly, YN, I've known you for years and it still strikes me how crazy you are."

    "Thor's a player, anyway. We know how he is with women... do you really need to fight him?" another one of your sisters, Amina questioned.

     You turned around, huffing defiantly and gripping your sword at your side,

    "Look, it isn't about that. I don't care if Thor wants to bang a fucking dwarf, and with his streak, he probably has. It's about respect. I don't go around flirting with Loki. How dare he invade our honor and try to pick up one of my sisters! It's nothing personal, Lydia, honestly. I think Odinson just forgotten the boundaries."

     Lydia, one of your sisters, the "victim" of Thor's heavy flirting, who had resisted because there was an unspoken but obviously clear rule that Thor was not to ever try to play with one of your sisters, for the purpose of respect. You didn't want him to see your sisters as easy targets or see them as the various women he went through every day of the week. You had all agreed on such a rule, so it wasn't like you were just bossing everyone around. And as for your flirtationship with Thor, that was different. Thor knew better - he knew you could handle him just as well as he could handle you. And for the most part, you were in control.

   Lydia shrugged, continuing her crotchet pattern - she helped make outfits for all of you. You all vowed to be self sufficient. She didn't seem to mind the situation much,

    "Listen. I say go for it. It's been a while. Shake things up again."

You smiled, glad someone understood you,

    "Thank you, Lydia. Right then, I'm off. See you after I ravage him."

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    Back at Asgard, Thor was living his best life. He was breezing through the days, lounging on his throne with multiple women around him daily, feeding on grapes they hung above his lips, getting drunk every night, all while performing his kingly duties. He had let go of the tension you caused him- while he enjoyed his encounters with you, it gave him a lot of unconscious stress to be constantly thinking of when you might next attack. But it had been a while since you last arrived to stress him out, and so he relaxed, and he forgot about you, just a bit.

    But that was before you decided to pop back in again, stomping into the golden room where you saw Thor sitting with one leg up on the throne, women chattering to him and leaning on him, fawning over him. The sight would've made you sick if you weren't already so preoccupied with your rage. You paused in front of the stairway to the throne.

    "ODINSON!!!" you let out a roar that let him know you were here, because he was so distracted by the presence of the women. He almost jumped, and his heart sank when he saw you - weeks of tension returned to his body.

    "Oh shit," he said under his breath, and you smirked, folding your arms and cocking your head at him.

     "What, you didn't miss me? I'm hurt," you gave him a faux pout and then you were back to teasing, your eyes squinted and your lips turned up into a devious smile.

Thor groaned loudly, banging his fists on the arms of his throne. The women surrounding him began to scatter.

    "Why are you here!" he roared.

    "No," you raised your voice at him, "the question is, why are you trying to seduce my sisters? Hm?"

Thor's face went taut and you could see the guilt all over his face. He understood your agreement, and he knew there would be consequences for breaking this agreement. He just didn't think about it until now. You folded his arms, leaning forward,

    "You thought I wouldn't hear about that, did you?"

    "YN, I-" he began stuttering, and nothing coming out of his mouth was making any sense.

     "Yeah, go head and shut the fuck up for me," you cut him off, your tone final - you'd had enough of his bullshit. Thor's lips shut closed immediately. "Gods, you asshole. We had an agreement! Did we not?"

    Thor found this the perfect time to take a dig at you, a knowing smirk playing at his lips as he straightened up in the throne,

    "Sounds awful personal, YN, I mean, it really seems like you took this to heart." You folded your arms annoyedly, already anticipating what he was insinuating. He licked his lips and pulled his lips underneath his teeth. "Jealous much? Are you jealous, YN?"

You didn't answer, just gave him that death stare that told him you weren't here to chit chat right now. He sighed deeply and held his arm out, reaching his hand out into the air,

     "Yup, I got it."

Mjolnir came flashing by and into his hands, and immediately you lunged forth, jumping all the way to the top of the stairs and in front of him on the throne, the two of you clashing. You held your spear out, but Thor blocked it with his hand and knocked it down with his hammer. You scoffed, looking down at your damaged spear on the ground and laughing,

    "That the best you got, king?"

That lit a fire in Thor like no other - not only was it a major turn on for you to call him king, even if it was within an act of defiance, but the mockery was enough to make him black out. He swung his hammer at you and you ducked, bouncing back up just in time to kick him in the face and send him flying backwards, knocking his hammer out of his hand and on the floor away from him.

     "Oh, I do love this!" Loki quipped excitedly as he walked past, and you greeted him joyously - where you and Thor were rivals, you and Loki were twin flames. Thor found your relationship annoying. Every once in a while you'd come to Asgard just to hang out with Loki, scrapbooking and being unusually domestic. He almost wished for a fight when he saw you and Loki hanging out and wreaking havoc.

     "Hey, Loki!" you turned to wave at him, and then got right back to business, pouncing forward like a cat and landing on top of Thor - specifically on top of his lap. You chuckled viciously and held his chin in your hand, lifting it up and wrapping your hand gently around his throat. Neither of you could ignore the erotic nature of your violence. You licked your upper lip like a hungry wolf. "Where's your hammer now, casanova?"

    Thor reached out and Mjolnir was right at his service again.

    "Right here, darling."

A spark of lightning flew out and struck you, sending you flying and laying feet ahead of him on your back, coughing from the impact of the fall. Now Thor stood above you, his height both menacing and alluring, towering over you. Cockily, he blew the tip of his hammer.

    "Anything else?"

    "Yeah," you mumbled, a bit dazed from your fall. "Stop trying to slobber on my sisters!" you kicked your legs up directly at his crotch, and he stumbled back, falling onto the floor in a sitting position, his knees bent towards himself. 

       You grinned victoriously, and picked yourself right up, walking towards him and assuming the same position you had been in before, lowering yourself slowly down onto his lap, one leg on either side of him, the same narrowed, cheeky look in your eyes as before. Thor gazed up at you, in a daze only you could pull out of him, raised eyebrows and glazed over amazement in his eyes and all.      

    "Tap out," you demanded, folding your arms over your chest in such a way that diverted Thor's attention to your body.

    "You know I can't pay attention when you're on top of me like that," Thor sighed, his voice low and husky. You fought a grin off your face, but couldn't hide it completely, your voice steady and methodical,

    "I know."

Thor tapped the ground beside him to insinuate he was done, forfeiting - it happened often that you or Thor tapped out, considering your fights weren't all that serious and were sort of like a game you liked to play. You made a move to get off of him, but he pulled you down by your waist, making you stay.

     "No, stay here," he whined, and you laughed, throwing your head back.

     "You'll stop hitting on my sisters, then?" you inquired, raising a suspicious brow.

     "Not if it means this is what will happen," Thor shrugged. "Really though, you never answered my question." You raised your brow, waiting. "Are you jealous?"

You snorted, though you didn't feel the need to lie,

    "Perhaps a little bit of me wants you all to myself," you batted your lashes at him and ran your hand along his chest. He gripped your waist harder, a determined look settling on his face,

    "I as well."

You shook your head playfully.

     "Oh, Odinson." You leaned forward to place your lips upon his, and he craned his head up so your lips could meet. But you pulled away, just enough so your lips were barely brushing against each others, then gently pushed his chest down, making him lower his head onto the floor again, your lips still hovering above his. You granted him a teasing smile, a knowing look in your eyes as you stared him down. "One day," you said, and vanished, teleporting away from him and back to your own kingdom.

One day!

[mushroomminded]

As-of-yet unnamed Dan & Yuna Rail Shooter AU Story

(---submitted by @nine-hundred-and-nine) 

If this doesn't come off as appropriately cheesy, then I haven't done my job right.

"Dan Fuller and Yuna Itoh seem like people from two entirely different worlds- one's a devoted family man who co-parents and orphaned child with his best friend, the other is an esteemed music journalist crashing at her girlfriend's place 'for a bit'- but both of them harbour the same secret; they're agents of a secret organisation named the S.I.S.U. (Supernatural Investigation and Suppression Unit), a group of elite agents tasked with containing and eradicating supernatural or otherworldly threats that normal martial forces are unequipped to deal with. Their work has taken them across the continental United States and put them at loggerheads with all manner of malicious and evil entities, which they've handled with a cool, calm, and professional demeanour.

However, as the Autumn season sets in, an unthinkable scenario the two never hoped would happen begins to unfold; evil is let loose in their sleepy little city of Grant, and their loved ones are directly in the firing line!

This evil is old- primal, even- and has slept beneath the ground the city was built on long before it came into being. It's desires defy human understanding, and the shapes it takes on Earth are grotesque beyond our reasoning. The city and its inhabitants are at its mercy, and innocent blood is shed in waves; it seems like no force on God's green Earth can stop it.

Except, of course, about a million dollars worth of blessed ammunition.

'cus now, for Dan and Yuna, it's not just business; it's personal. This lethally malicious force got its dirty mitts on the people they care about most of all, and now neither one of 'em are gonna stop until they're safe and outta harms way- not even if they have to blow holes in every unearthly creature that comes crawling out of the shadows of the now-corrupt city's streets."

Still outlining further plot deets and "game design" stuff in me head, but I have gravitated to the idea that Dan is armed with a handgun of some sort and Yuna is armed with a shotgun or rifle; Dan therefore has a faster fire rate/higher ammo capacity but weaker firepower, and Yuna has a slower fire rate/lower ammo capacity but stronger firepower. I'd imagine, were it an actual arcade game, that it'd have a two-screen setup similar to the Time Crisis games, meaning that depending on who you played as you'd get different perspectives on each screen (and maybe slightly different routes through small sections of each level). As the story implies, Dan's in this to rescue Jake and Milo from the big bad's clutches, and Yuna's in it to rescue Reese- whether they've been directly kidnapped or not or whether they're just caught up in the chaos everything I'm unsure, but I'm leaning towards the latter. Also, Dan and Yuna are supremely quippy and ludicrously cool in an extremely cheesy but kinda awesome way throughout the whole affair, 'cos this entire dumb AU is supposed to be as shlocky and OTT as possible. I'll have to sink some proper time into developing it further and more concretely but ayy, that's a basic outline for ya~!

[abbacchiosbelt]

Hello! May i request NSFW of Submissive! SDC DIO x Male! Dom! Reader? Maybe a lil domestic romance too? If this request is not of your interest, feel free to disregard it!

i had a lot of fun writing this! i hope you enjoy it~ 18+ under the cut!

Give In - Dio Brando x M!Reader

You were well aware that the man in front of you held yourlife in his hands. Dio was not a kind man, nor a man who put himself at themercy of others. If anyone but you had seen him like this, collar around hisneck, they would be swiftly disposed of. As Dio’s lover, favored above allothers, you had earned the highest privilege your Lord had to bestow – subservienceto another being.

It only happened on Dio’s terms. Dio would never trulysubmit to another, not with the power he held. He himself wasn’t sure whatabout you compelled him to bestow you this gift. It was a welcome one – to see someonelike Dio submit to you, an otherworldly being, was the picture of eroticism.  

As it were now, Dio was on his knees below you with yourcock shoved in his mouth, his own cock straining against his stomach, drippingwith precum from lack of attention. The chain in your hand, pulled taut on Dio’sdelicate golden collar, was making him grumble in anger while he worked yourcock. The chain, you had discovered, simultaneously excited and enraged Dio. (He’dalways glare at you when you put it in him, although the rising of his cockalways betrayed him.)

“Dio,” you say, and you’re met with a fiery look from him,golden eyes shining in the dimly lit room. You smirk, which earns you a frustratedgrunt from Dio that vibrates over your cock and makes you whimper.

He slides his mouth off you with a brief pop, the hint ofhis sharp fangs visible in the smirk on his face.

“Something wrong?”

He was always like this – submissiveness was not in Dio’snature, and he embodied brattish behavior, even when you were fucking himmercilessly.

You tug on his collar and press him back into your cock, hislow growl echoing throughout the room.

“Did I say you could stop?” You tug on his collar again andhe hisses before taking your cock back into his mouth, letting the very tip ofhis fang drag against you as he works himself down to the hilt. It makes you curlinto yourself and Dio hums, pulling a strangled moan from your throat.  

Dio stills for a moment with your length resting in hismouth, looking up to meet your heated gaze. Placing a tentative hand on theback of his head, Dio keeps your gaze and hollows his mouth, a wordlessaffirmation for what he expects you to do. You grip the hand in his hairtighter and pull on the chain, making sure his mouth is flush with your crotchbefore you start thrusting slowly into his mouth.

You bite your lip to suppress a moan when Dio groans aroundyour cock, your thrusts increasing in speed.

“Fucking hell, Dio—” you mumble. Dio takes it upon himself toincrease the pace, looking like the picture of debauchery as drool runs overthe side of his mouth while your cock slides in and out of it. His lipstick hadlong since worn off, leaving his plush pink lips bare. The intense pleasurerippling in your lower half alerts you that you’re close – and you don’t wantto finish in his mouth.

You pull away with no warning and Dio surges forward to tryto capture you in his mouth again before you tug on the chain, pulling himback. He scowls at you.

“Was your Lord’s mouth not good enough for you?”

“Come off it, Dio.”He narrows his eyes at you and turns his head away, petulant. His cock twitchesat your admonishment, though, and you reach a hand forward to tilt his chintowards you.

“On the bed, then. Your back this time.” He stands to hisfull height, shooting a pointed look in your direction when you tug at thechain and force him to follow behind you. Sometimes he’d get tired of playingaround and would rip the collar off himself only to put it on you instead. Hemade no such move tonight, though, and obediently places himself on the bed.

You climb on the bed with him and glance over his muscledform slick with sweat, practically translucent against the deep red sheets ofthe comforter. He grunts at you, impatient. Dio would never beg – you’d nevereven gotten so much as a ‘please’ from him yet – but his reactions were areward enough.

“Patience, my Lord.” The use of his title makes his cocktwitch and he throws his head back again the pillow in frustration. Yousupposed he was reaching his limit. You shift your hands under his legs andpush them upwards, jeweled plug that you had inserted into him earlier greetingyou.

His abdomen flexes when you press a finger to the plug.

“You’ve been good. I suppose I can reward you.” You say,gripping the plug firmly before slowly sliding it out. Dio lets out a wantonmoan, loud enough that you think others could have easily heard. A full bodyshiver rips through him when it’s fully out, making the bed shake.

After placing it aside and grabbing lube from nearby, youclimb between his legs to rest on your knees and coat yourself with the coldsubstance before reapplying some to Dio. He mumbles something incoherent whenyou press a finger against his tight hole and tries to rock into you when you pressthe tip of your cock to him.

“You’re so greedy, Dio. You have the world in your hands,and yet you’re acting like a shameless whore.” You say. Dio flashes his fangsat you and looks as though he’s going to change his mind about the whole thingbefore you press your tip inside of him. He falls back to the mattress andgrips the sheets with one of his hands, lacquered nails ripping at the fabric.

He keeps his mouth closed while you push yourself inside ofhim, hiding all the delicious moans he usually makes. He’s upset with you,then. His chest heaves when you scrape your nails down him and he pushesagainst you, forcing you to bottom out inside of him. This time, he groansloudly and rips at the sheet again. The feeling of being buried inside Dio is farbeyond what you’ve ever felt before – you wonder how you had ever lived yourlife without him. You imagined, at least, that no one else has ever seen Lord Diolike this – legs spread open with a cock buried inside him. You were the onlyone granted this privilege, to experience him fully.

“You call me a whore, and yet you can barely think once yourcock is in me.” Dio says, willing you to move. He smirks and you pull yourself backout to your tip before shoving yourself back in, eliciting a loud moan from bothyourself and Dio.

You’re relentless, now. Dio likes it rough so you don’tspare a second on a slow pace, instead thrusting into him with all the energy youcan muster, watching with lustful eyes as he claws at the bed and resists touchinghis own cock. The expression on his face is making pleasure build faster thanyou want, so you turn your attention to his cock and start pumping it with yourfree hand. Dio lets out a strangled moan, finally receiving the touch he hadbeen waiting for. His cock is huge – bigger than you’ve ever seen – and thickenough that it’s hard to fully wrap your hand around. You bite your lip as youpump into him, quickly realizing that staring at his cock wasn’t helping thepleasure bubbling in you.

By the look on Dio’s face, he wasn’t faring any better.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum,” you say, nearlybreathless. Dio hisses and opens his eyes to meet yours. “You like it, don’tyou my Lord?”

Dio lunges forward and flips your positions, forcing you onyour back so he can ride you. You’re no match for his strength, and he revelsin it.

“Do that, and you’ll be punished.” He spits out, reachingout to snatch your hand and place it back on his cock. He’s giving you nochoice on purpose – he wants to fuck you until you can’t think later, so he’strapping you. It’s worth it, though, to see him above you and shamelesslyfucking himself on you.

“Good.” You reply, and Dio clamps down a hand around yourthroat before tightening around you and cumming with a strangled moan, his cumlanding in ropes across your stomach. He tightens his grip on your neck and youroll your eyes back, the pleasure reaching a bursting point inside of you and releasing.Dio removes his hand from your neck and scrapes it down your chest insteadwhile you cum inside of him. He lets you finish, milking you until you whinefor him to stop.

He slides off with a gracefulness that only Dio could haveafter something like this and disappears into the shadows to clean himself off.When he returns, now clothed in silk robes, he gives you another gift – a tenderlook that only you get to experience.

“You did well.” He says, bed bouncing slightly when he sitson it. Before replying you shift to your side and grab a spare washcloth on thenight table to clean your midsection off before turning on your other side toface him.

“It wasn’t too much?” You say, and he laughs, deep as always.

“I would never allow that, my pet.” He gives you a glance beforea devious smirk crosses his face.

“You know, for your punishment, I think you ought to staylike this for a while. Don’t move.”

Dio leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead –another tender gesture that you’re sure no one else had received – before standingto occupy himself with something else.

Perhaps it wasn’t traditional, but you cherished your LordDio – and he returned your affection in his own unique way.

[clairekatswritingcorner]

His Control

Word Count: 1,540

Summary: One of the worst places one can find themselves is on the bad side of a demon’s jealousy.

*Author’s Note*: I did another small batch of comms for @bad-blue-moon-rising! This time I got to work with her character and a character that her friend @heartstringsymphonies made for her to smooch. Everything I learned about this couple just made me love them more, so I really enjoyed getting to write these! I hope you enjoy!

Despite his murderous tendencies, Enoch considered himself quite a reasonable man. Well, as reasonable as a human devouring demon could be. But among others of his kind, he stood out as a paragon of poise and patience, a demon that calculated his killings, and who carried them out with caution and grace.

On occasion he would succumb to his instincts, overwhelmed by bloodlust or the fiery emotions raging within him. But for the most part he maintained his composure, presented himself as a perfect (if not slightly pretentious) gentleman, and upheld a reputation of restraint and carefulness. He would never be caught dead ransacking a city block with reckless abandon, even though he couldn’t really be caught dead anywhere in the first place.

However, there was one aspect of his life where his self-control was dictated less by his own set of values and rules he’d established for himself. He was affected so deeply, so powerfully, so surprisingly that sometimes it felt like this particular influence reached straight through to his core. A core made up of fire and brimstone and malice that had been forced to make room for a certain type of feeling that he’d never experienced once in all of his immortal life.

Sure, he’d had his fair share of frivolous dalliances with humans throughout the millennia, but most of them had ended in a scenario fitting of being compared to that of a black widow. Once his temporary toy had worn out its use, he would utilize it in a more horrific way. Such was the cycle of existence for a demon; he was just living the way he and many others like him always had.

When it came to her, he’d never been tempted to exploit her in such a way. It was a confounding mystery to him, one he’d had yet to solve despite the past few months he’d spent in her company. Usually he would have determined what he was feeling by now, what his next action would be, but with her it just wasn’t that simple. It seemed like nothing was going to be simple where she was concerned, and for all his consideration and deliberation, he couldn’t find any answers to the mind-numbing dilemma he found himself in.

It was bad enough that she’d wormed her way into his heart, if you could even say he had one. Her influence extended beyond the barriers of what even he’d expected to encounter. He found his thoughts straying to her at the most inopportune of times, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t seem to shake them. Her existence was a plague to him, but not in any negative sense. Well, he may not have considered it an advantage, but he also couldn’t find it in himself to reject the emotions she’d unearthed from the depths of his condemned soul.

On the contrary, his every action began to revolve around them. He wouldn’t have called himself obsessed, but he definitely had a fond spot for her, and that fondness came with a particularly dangerous brand of jealousy. Although he’d spared her life and would continue to do so for reasons that were beyond his comprehension, he still went about his nightly human harvesting as usual. He was still a demon that needed to feed, after all. But the demographic of his victims began to shift from those he carelessly came across, doing with them what he pleased before completing his final act, to ones that had some sort of connection to her.

They were connections that he deemed inappropriate, that he found positively unbearable. Even the most minor interaction with a passing stranger whose eyes lingered just a tad too long on her beatific form could get them added to his list of potential targets. He’d never been a messy or indiscriminate killer, but the rage that overcame him when he thought about just how irritating, how infuriating those foolish individuals were was all encompassing.

He could practically taste their blood on the back of his tongue when he observed them, his fingers aching to tear them to shreds on the spot. He would never commit such an atrocious act before her eyes, of course, but there were times when he’d seriously considered it. Disposing of a threat, protecting her from the judgmental gaze of strangers that were simply trying to determine whether or not she was a subject worth pursuing.

No one was fit to pursue her but him. No one was fit to caress her face, or hold her hand, or kiss her lips but him. He knew things had gone beyond the scope of his experience when he realized he would have done whatever she wished of him. If she wanted him to leave her alone, he’d vanish from her life without a trace, perhaps even stealing away her memories of him while he was at it. If she wished for him to stay by her side, he would stay bound to her until the end of her days, providing her with all the support and comfort that he could.

She’d humbled him so completely, so embarrassingly, part of him was determined to avoid as many of his kind as he could for the next several years to come. He didn’t know if he’d be able to face the shame and retribution from others should the true nature of his feelings be revealed. But then again, demons weren’t well known for being especially close with one another. They mostly acted in solitude, lived out their days submitting to even the most passing whim, and enjoyed all that humanity had to offer them with little concern for the consequences.

Unfortunately, right now he wasn’t enjoying himself very much. Although he’d sufficiently adapted himself to her schedule and adjusted to mingling with her friends as much as his attitude would permit, strangers received less than no mercy from him. His fists were clenched almost tight enough for his nails to pierce his skin, and he was sure his eyes projected a murderous gaze that could have killed if he’d imbued it with just a little more of his otherworldly power. He prided himself on being calm, reliable, dignified, but when it came to Alexys it was as if he regressed to his most primal and possessive of instincts.

“I’m going to kill him,” he murmured under his breath as he and Alexys resumed their stroll. Enoch knew they’d been stopped because the stranger wanted to talk to Alexys, wanted to get better acquainted with her in a way that made Enoch’s blood boil away. He’d read it in the stranger’s posture, in their expression, in their voice. If Alexys hadn’t been there to lead him away, he would have finished the job right then and there with no hesitation.

“Enoch, darling, are you alright?”

She’d heard him mutter something, but she hadn’t been able to make it out. She hadn’t been paying enough attention to do so. But when she turned to ask him to repeat himself, she saw a truly terrifying gleam in his eye. The malevolent air of a demon that was out for blood, human blood, and who wouldn’t be sated until he’d consumed enough to have his fill and then some. But something about his demeanor also told her that he wasn’t hungry for just any human, and she hugged his arm before rubbing her cheek affectionately against it.

“You know I’ve never had eyes for anyone but you,” she reminded him in a soothing voice, feeling his muscles stiffen under her grip. “And I won’t have eyes for anyone else for the rest of my life. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

“It’s not about who you have eyes for,” Enoch replied, his tone laced with spite. “It’s about who has eyes for you. And the fact that such heathens deserve to be taught a lesson.”

“They won’t learn much if they’re dead, you know,” she added in a lighthearted tone, hoping to quell his fury even a little. She knew all about her boyfriend’s special diet, and what it entailed, and she also knew that there was nothing to be done about it. As long as he chose his targets carefully, and didn’t kill haphazardly, she didn’t ask questions and let him carry on as he always had.

“Then they don’t need to learn anything, they just need to be taken care of,” Enoch spat, and Alexys pulled him to a stop.

He gazed down at her, and as he did so a tender look took over his expression. He couldn’t stay mad when he was with her; he never felt anything but happiness upon glimpsing her radiant face. He gave her hair a careful caress, tucking a few pieces behind her ear as he cupped her cheek. He continued by leaning down and giving her a gentle kiss, one that ignited a flame in both of their hearts. With her in his life, he could see the magnificence life had to offer and feel real happiness again. And with him in her life, Alexys knew she’d never feel the sting of being abandoned or unloved for as long as she lived.

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                                        Salt melts the Ice                       

An AU Nix/Hunter Reylo One-Shot that’s inspired by all the awesome Mermay beautifying my dashboard.

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The bleeding stag across the hunter’s shoulders forced his boots to sink deeper into iced over mud.

Each pull up took more effort.

Each step down felt more final.

Verdammt! How far can I be?

“I’ve only been here a hundred times?” he shouted through chattering teeth. “H-How can I be lost!”

For not the first time, he regretted separating from the group, but regrets wouldn’t keep him alive. Sucking down a stabilizing breath, the raven-haired man gathered enough strength to stumble back along the right way. One foot in front of the other stuck close to the stream. Across thickets and around trees, he followed the slow merciful gurgle until the Aufeis stopped the flow.

Staring at the hunks of ice blocking the stream, the hunter could only sense his impending end as well.

This time when the stag slipped off his shoulders, he didn’t stop it. Leaning against a rock, the worn man submitted to the inevitable. Under all his pelt layers were shiver swells that wouldn’t quit. Under the eyes of the gods who he thought had abandoned him, the man prayed to make it back to his village.

I will not make it.

Liebe Götter, please let me make it.

Long after panicking, the man called Kylo urgently spoke his oldest god’s beloved names. Every praise puffed out into a harsh winter wind, but he kept praying. On and on, he showed reverence while never daring to close his eyes when the frozen dew caked his eyelashes.

No answer came. 

The Black Forest had never appeared more white, and he growled out his aggravation. From a young age, Kylo Ren had always felt at peace away from others. His mother used to beg him to play more with boys his age, but fun was tracking animals. He lived for the hunt. He trusted only his senses. Though he was born a prince, he reigned solely as king when on the prowl. 

The forests had always been his sanctuary. The forests were also damning him.

Lowering his hand into the nearly frozen stream, Kylo bitterly laughed. It turned out that hysteria wasn’t so bad after all, and he chuckled out his goodbyes to the world as his fingers dragged across the water. Little by little, the blood from his now useless kill slipped off his skin, but he only turned entirely white when hair tendrils brushed against his fingertips.

“Meine götter!” Kylo shouted while backing away. 

Every primal instinct begged the man to bolt, but once he realized that it was a woman bobbing lifeless in the water, he reacted. Forgetting the cold, Kylo reached down into the icy muck to haul the stranger up.

“I’ve got you,” he roared, neck muscles straining as he pulled. “I’ve got you.”

An hour earlier, he’d have easily yanked her body to shore. The young woman was slim, but the hunter felt then like she was weighed down below the waist. Emotionally and physically, he couldn’t offer her enough. Everything that wasn’t touched by frostbite was on fire. His biceps were ripping at the seams, his fingertips felt brittle, and so he paused for breath when her torso reached the edge of the water. Groaning and hating himself. Miserable and ready to join her in the depths until he heard a weak noise.

“Got you.”

“You’re alive!” Kylo gasped into a laugh, turning the leave-tangled girl over until she stared up at him. “I thought you were dead, but you’re alive.”

“Dead, but you’re alive,” she gasped back at him.

Judging by the blue tinted lips she’d been in the water for ages, but whenever their eyes met for the first time a wash of peach bloomed in her cheeks. Her pale hazel eyes widened in shock to match his, and Kylo forgot all about the cold. All his shivers were for her. All his fears slipped off as death didn’t seem quite as threatening when someone like her could still find enough of his breath to steal.  

“You are lovely,” he murmured.

“You are lovely,” she whispered back.

The compulsion to lean closer down to her overwhelmed him. He longed to hold her, but he knew that it was sheer madness to expend the energy when the strange woman remained half in the water. He’d never escape the forest if he helped her out, but still, he just had to touch her. Giving in to one last earthly delight, Kylo lowered his hand down. Cold hindered his movements at first, but a tingling heat traveled up from his gloved hand once he stroked along her cheek. Soothing her. Soothing them both. Neither one able to look away as her lips slowly curved up into a dreamy smile.

Unnatural pressure bared down on his shoulders then as though she were dragging him under with only a look, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“W-what is your name?” he asked.

“Rey.”

The blessing of hearing something other than an echo from her lifted the edges of his lips into a radiant smile. “So beautiful.”

“So handsome,” the woman sighed, dragging the back of her trembling fingers up and down his jaw. ”My sisters, they would make a feast of you.”

Kylo’s weak smile broadened as he corrected her, “For me.” 

Turning her cheek, Rey breathed out another sigh against Kylo’s palm as she turned her attention towards his discarded stag. “You hunt?”

“Yes.”

“You are the hunter…” 

The next time that her eyes closed again, Kylo’s mouth parted in shock. Up close, he’d finally noticed all the purple veins visible under her thin skin. The threads of wisteria trapped under shimmery flesh were so fine that it could have been gossamer spider webs, and he’d never seen anyone like her. Same as most men from his village, Kylo generally preferred supple flesh. A well-fed girl meant a healthy night. Always before, he’d hungered for sturdy hips, breasts, and thighs to sate his needs, but he’d have sacrificed all his gold to continue admiring his slight stranger. She was otherworldly, extraordinary.  

“You must be so cold,” he murmured, rubbing her shoulders. “You are cold.”

“Cold,” she echoed.

“I’ve done nothing right to deserve you as my last vision,” Kylo’s voice broke as he looked away. “And I can’t even save you.”

Hold me.

Come with me into the water.

A touch of sadness flitted across her delicate features then as he swore that he heard her calming voice in his mind. Delirium was surely playing with him, but he didn’t mind. No, he surrendered to it -to her- as he felt hands glide up to his shivering shoulders. When ten dagger-sharp nails dug next into his muscles, he experienced no fear in her hold, no panic. There was nothing but pleasure here for him. They would console how they could until their last breaths.

“I-I will come with you into the water,” he said, leaning down.

I will love you into the depths.

By the press of her lips to his, she’d understood his promise.

Sharing breaths, her mouth molded to his. Completing him with a sweet give and take. Her soft teasing brushes back and forth luring him in deeper and deeper as she gently moaned against him. Making him wish only to live long enough to please her again. 

Making him forget every kiss before his last.

The tighter Rey’s arms wrapped around him, the more Kylo’s knees edged nearer to the stream. Each passionate caress brought them closer and closer to tipping in, but when her tongue dipped into his mouth like that, he couldn’t care less. Falling into anything with this perfect stranger was easier than breathing anyway, and Kylo was so caught up in pleasing Rey that he missed her expression suddenly softening. Never feeling her finger’s slacking their hold. Never noticing that the snow flurries stopped right before he broke the kiss. Breathlessly nipping at her lush lower lip, he luxuriated only in her taste. Adoring that salty earthiness that reminded him of every wish left unfulfilled.

The last wish shattered entirely when she pulled away.

I would have destroyed you.

Let them find you.

Before he knew to hold on, she’d slid back into the water. Everything lost between them in the blink of an eye. Not even a cry releasing from Kylo’s throat before she’d fully submerged, and the first of his sobs were covered up by the pounding of unwanted hooves. With the storm cleared up, the forces had finally arrived to rescue their prince. So triumphantly they shouted his name, but Kylo dug his nails into the sediment. Begging to stay, pleading even when violet fin tips broke the water’s surface, and he finally understood how close to danger he’d come.

Never again wanting anything more.

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[SP] When The Bugs Rose In Hillington

The date of this dark morning reads: August 21st, 2001 - and the creatures of the earth continue to scuttle into the screaming streets of Hillington. From behind his desk, Dr. Adams holds a gun in his trembling hands and begins to cry - terrified of it all.

It has been the seventh day since the grotesque insects burrowed their way from the earth's crust to the civilized land above, and all through the town rang wails of despair and madness from frightened men whose power had never been quite so challenged. They came in their thousands; but with their larger sizes, unprecedented strength, and coordination, there were no merciful bounds. Therefore, by day two of their awakening, Hillington had crumbled to a community of hermits and the dead - reducing the population to less than that of the insects themselves.

They came in all shapes and sizes. Some long-legged and small-bodied like spiders, others tough and squirmy like a centipede; some painted with eyes in their hundreds, while others were nothing but a thin body and a gaping mouth. But one thing was consistent in these otherworldly figures and their disgusting nature - their mass outshined those of our largest elephants, and their brute force was unmatched.

From what little amount of people that remained, pathetic tribes had begun to form. Idiotic vigilantes who would band together with their useless weapons and naively attack the beings in a head-to-head confrontation. Peering out the window which overlooked the main road, Dr. Adams could see that there lay not a single carcass of any creature - only those of half-eaten men and their jigsawed scatterings of limbs and heads.

Guns did not work, Dr. Adams had learned when he attempted to fire off several bullets from his second-floor window at a particularly sizeable freak scaling the side of his building; it had merely ricocheted and left the monster un-flinched, continuing its climb. And so, he decided not to be wasteful of what could soon be precious ammunition; an action he was now glad to have decided. For George Adams - a respected and helpful doctor to the public - would take his last breaths in the office where he once saved so many lives; ending his time at the pull of cold steel from his own calloused hands.

Outside raged a war between man and absurd horror; but inside, there were only solitary thoughts and fear - and it was in this fear that the doctor could bear no longer.

He glanced from his window to the squalid street below and overlooked carnage he had never hoped to be aware of. Monsters of uncountable legs flitting through his home streets of Hillington alongside their crawling counterparts - some extending in length beyond that of busses - and enveloping half of the road in their awful slime or their wispy hair, devouring bodies without hesitation. The night sky turned a dooming shade of orange while a monolithic arachnid pounced between buildings. The sun was beginning to fade; a gigantuan millipede was squirming up an apartment wall.

Dr. Adams bore witness to a family of two parents and a small child torn apart and squeezed for innards as the chittering bug snapped and cracked at their bones. He opened the barrel of his gun and saw that there were four bullets remaining. One for himself, he thought. But what about the other three? He looked down at the street once again and saw a young girl, maybe at the joyous age of six or seven, running for her life in the slow, painful way that only children can; from behind her, a long-legged freak was gaining in speed. Dr. Adams placed his arm on the window-ledge and aimed through his sight, keeping his arm as steady as he could - for this would be an important shot. And when the perfect moment struck, he pulled the trigger.

The girl was dead.

Two bullets left, he thought.

He turned his attention to a wounded man attempting to drag himself off the road; a merciless giant made its way from a building roof. Amputated and bleeding, he was easy prey for these creatures. The doctor lined up his aim and prayed he made the shot.

One bullet remained.

A man's brain oozed through the tarmac. A cyclopean bug chattered in the wind.

The man with the gun now started to cry. A city filled with such sudden terror that it was all he could do to put a bullet through their mind and be done with it. He only hoped that it is what they wanted, what they were screaming for internally as they stared the immense bugs in their vile faces.

Dr. Adams watched with gut-wrenching disgust at the events that lay before him, at what a pathetic shambles of a species we are to become so weak once weaponry is no longer a viable solution. The monsters have risen, and we are no longer on top, he thought.

He turned to his desk and scrambled for a pen and a page of paper, leaving an etch of his life in this office in some form for hopeful future residents. He writes as follows:

'For the previous seven days, there has been nothing but nightmare and destruction. I have spent every moment of lucidity listening to the heartbreaking cries of women and children who fight for their lives in an unwinnable battle against the unknown. Gunshots bounce from hardened skin and squelching rips of flesh sound in return. They are crawling up the walls; they are crashing through the windows of my neighbours; they are scurrying across the roads with horrifying speed. I will not have my last breath be taken away by one of those things! I have a weapon in my hand which I will use to end of my own life. If these creatures would die, I would not be writing this; therefore, if you are reading this, I am dead. I hope that my office shall be a safe place that can be visited once again, for many important things have happened within these walls; and now they are all to be squandered by these bugs! Lord have mercy on those still living. And if we all die, know that I tried to help.'

He placed the barrel to his head and, through watery eyes, pulled on the cold steel.

No bullets remained.

Dr. George Adams' saw horror for the last time.

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