#dear lord im out of practice

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holds them in my gently cupped hands like a hampter

[bmpmp3]

i keep choosing like the hardest songs possible to try to learn to make midis for vocal synth covers on. why do i keep doing this to myself. like is that reverb doubling back creating noise, vocal doubling, or a harmony. if its a harmony i'll explode on impact

[carebearbussy]

ᥫ᭡ thinking about heian era! sukuna destroying your swollen pussy while uraume talks you through it.

you were being absolutely manhandled at the mercy of sukuna, who was currently indulging himself in the sharp thrusts of his hips ramming up into your cervix. all that was audible in the large bedroom were your whimpers and pleas for him to slow down, and at this point, you could not keep up with your king, so he had to call in reinforcements.

with a loud yell, he calls for uraume to come to his quarters, and assuming it is for the usual of helping you take sukuna, they come prepared. holding a tray, consisting of a glass of water, a fresh robe, and a warm towelette for your forehead. sukunas harsh movements on your body can be seen from outside the shoji doors of your large bedroom, the noisy sounds of your pleasure coming closer with every step.

uraume opens the door, unfazed by the way sukuna was completely crumbling your exterior as well as interior walls. your body shook as each thrust made the bed rock. sukuna would revert his attention to uraume with his bottom set of eyes. "make sure shes doing okay. i dont need her passing out on me now." he said, his eyebrows furrowing as you grip onto him tightly. "at once, my lord."

walking over to the opposite side of the bed, uraume feels the vibrations of the bed creaking with each step on the floor. they place the trey on the nearby nightstand, as they sat up on the bed, propping their legs below their knees, seating in a criss cross position, your head resting on their lap. your head bobbed as sukuna forcibly moved you in and out on his cock. "hold her head still- shit-" he groaned, as uraume held your head still, each of their hands on either side of your head.

you whimpered as you felt him rearrange your insides, your eyes rolling upwards to look uraume in the eyes, barely holding eye contact due to the pleasure bubbling up inside you. you felt sukunas cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly, making your forehead bead with sweat, your mouth agape, at a loss for words at the fulfillment sukuna is handing you. but you manage to mutter a small, "please... need towel..." you say in a short whimper, shaking your hand in the direction of the trey. uraume grabs the moist towelette from the nightstand, placing it on your forehead.

you reach out to grab uraumes hand, squeezing onto it for dear life, shaking it as uraumes thumb brushes over it .you look down at sukuna, who is amused by your reactions, whereas uraume is not the least bit worried. "hmph. looks as if she's enjoying the attention, huh uraume?" he says, an evident smirk crossing his face. uraume reaches down with their free hand to brush the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead off of your face.

"yes, my lord, she does seem like she enjoys it." they say, focused on the way your nose scrunches, and the way your eyelashes flutter with embarrassment, the same feeling etching across your face. you move your free hand up to try to muffle the sounds you are making, making sukuna unhappy. he grabs your wrist with his upper left hand, the control over it leaving your body. "m'close, 'kuna- please"

"hold it, im about to- fuckkkkk-" he groans as he fills your cunt to the brim with his seed. the warm feeling of his cum inside you pushes you over the edge, making you see stars as your orgasm hits you like a truck. you practically lose vision at the pleasure you are given. sukuna pulls out of you, making you whimper.

"uraume, get her cleaned up, and run her one of her 'bubble baths'. 'dont need to carry a limping brat the next day."

[bunnis-monsters]

i am so sorry but i’m on my period and rotting, i must speak these thoughts and i feel like you would understand.

vampire lover who comes a little unhinged when it’s your period. even when you’re ovulating, your scent just becomes sweeter and he is practically salivating. his sweet, sweet dear ripening for him to feast on.

when it’s finally that time and you’re in bed, squirming and uncomfortable from cramps he’ll climb between your thighs, big hands cupping the soft expanse of your lower tummy. “Poor baby, I know it hurts so bad. Can I help, please, my love?”

Vampire lover who buries his face between your plush thighs and indulges himself in you, nose buried into your plush pubic mound, lapping and licking like a man starved. every time you gush a mix of blood and your juices his eyes practically roll back. “My love you taste of ambrosia…how lucky am I? A man damned, fortunate enough to have the taste of the heavens upon my tongue.”

(is this too depraved…i am so sorry-)

OH LORD

And he’s just not able to stop. He stays between your thighs for hours, until your pussy is swollen and puffy.

All he wants is to make you feel better… he’s just happy that making you feel better tastes so good.

He does this every night before bed, says it’s to help you sleep. You’d think he’d fuck you since he’s usually horny after/while he drinks your blood… but he doesn’t. He just eats you out until you’re seeing stars then curls up with you in his arms.

I like to think the day your period stops, he’s very pouty. Although he’s glad you’re no longer in pain, he’s going to miss the intimacy of drinking “the blood of your uterus” as he calls it.

That night, he finally pins you down and takes your pussy, his actions far from gentle. He’s been holding back all week, going to bed with his bulge pressed against your plush ass every night.

He wanted to spend your first menstrual cycle with him pleasing you, showing you he cared, so he waited until you were better for sex… but the next one he would really let himself go and fuck you good.

That’s what you wanted, and he knew it. You cried and begged for him as he was eating your bleeding pussy out, wanting his cock, begging for him to give it to you.

As he finally filled you up, your vampire lover cooed and pulled out, curling up with you in his arms.

“I could spend eternity like this, my love… an eternity together with you…”

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[candy69gurl]

hiii 🤗🤗 im new to your blog, i know you write dark fiction i was wondering if youd be open to some fluff? Like soft sex with sukuna?

Infernal Passion

Heian Era Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

Warnings- 18+, slight non-con, loss of innocence, size kink (Sukuna in true form with 2 dicks, 4 arms and abdomen mouth), mentions of violence (Sukuna eats humans but gentle only with you), use of nicknames, belly buldge, pussy eating, fingering (Sukuna has nails), nipple playing, raw sex (cumming inside), breeding kink, mentions of lactation

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ART NOT MINE !

"—Oh, Uraume, bring the new offering to me." Sukuna grumbles, his voice low and menacing. "Tie her up securely and make sure she knows her place. I won't tolerate any resistance from her." He smirks cruelly, savouring the thought of what's to come.

Uraume enters the room, dragging you by the arm, your eyes wide with fear.

Uraume ties you to a wooden post, leaving you bound and vulnerable. Your eyes are filled with tears, and your breathing has turned shallow, each gasp echoing softly in the dimly lit room. The scent of blood and death hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the many who faced the same fate as you.

"Ah, such a delicate little thing." Sukuna's eyes rake over you, taking in every detail of your body. "I can already taste the fear in your blood. It's going to be a delightful meal." He reaches out, gently running a finger down your cheek, his touch cold and calculating. "Such a sweet dessert after a huge feast."

"P-please d-dont eat me.. I-I don't want to die.. I beg of you", you plead, your body already limb under his gaze.

Sukuna's eyes narrow, studying your pleading expression. "Very well, I shall spare you this time." He leans in closer, his breath warming against your skin. "But you have to give me something in return.

"What do you have to offer me?" Sukuna asks, his gaze intense. "You must give me something truly valuable to earn my mercy today." He steps back, crossing his arms, and waits for your response.

You are trembling against his piercing gaze, words stuck in your throat.

"Yes, yes, I can tell you're frightened," Sukuna says mockingly, "but I assure you, I am quite patient. What do you think would please me enough to forget your insignificant life?" He watches you closely, examining your trembling form and the fear etched upon your face. "Perhaps your body could provide some sort of entertainment... Tell me, have you ever served a man before? Or perhaps multiple men?"

Tears stream down your face as you desperately search for words. "N-no." You whisper, feeling the blush rise to your cheeks, "I am... pure, untouched." Your voice wavers, and you bite your lip nervously, hoping that your submission will be enough.

Sukuna's eyes gleam with interest as he studies your reaction. "Pure, are you? That could be intriguing." He takes a step closer, towering over you, his massive form looming over your tiny frame. "But I require more than just words, little one. Show me how much you value your life, and maybe I'll decide if it's worth keeping." He gestures Uraume towards his chamber, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Inside, you will find what I need. Fail me, and I will eat your heart and make you suffer until your last breath."

Uraume approaches you, their expression softening slightly as they untie the bonds restraining you. "Fear not, dear one. Lord Sukuna requires your purity intact." They whisper gently, helping you stand and guiding you towards the chamber, "We shall prepare you for his pleasure."

Within the chamber, a warm bath steams gently, and a pristine robe is laid out on a nearby stool. Uraume helps you undress and step into the water, washing away the dirt and fear clinging to your body. Their gentle hands work over your tense muscles, and their movements are confident and practiced.

As you relax in the warm water, Uraume carefully dries you off and helps you into the robe, adjusting the fabric to fall just right over your slender form. "You are ready now, dear one." Uraume's voice is calm and soothing, and their eyes never leave you. "Remember, you must please Lord Sukuna if you wish to live." They lead you back to the main room, where Sukuna awaits, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Well, well," Sukuna drawls, his gaze raking over your body. "Look at you, all cleaned up and ready for my pleasure." He runs a hand through his hair, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Sukuna motions for you to approach the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as you move cautiously towards him. With a single swift motion, he removes your robe, revealing your innocence and vulnerability to him. "Ah, so tempting."

"You are merely a morsel in comparison to my size and strength, yet your innocence and fragility only add to your allure." Sukuna growls, his massive hands tracing gently down your slender frame. "And here I thought your kind were all tough and unyielding, but you are anything but. You're soft, delicate, and, oh, so delectable." As he speaks, he pulls you closer, your bodies pressing intimately together.

His grip tightens, pulling you even closer, his erection pressing against your belly. "Your innocence is intoxicating, little one." He bends down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. You taste fear and surrender, which only fuels his desire further. His fingers trail down to where your legs meet, hesitating for a moment before pushing on your legs.

Your eyes fail to meet his, a tender blush filling your cheeks.

"Such shyness is adorable." But you'll learn quickly that there is no escape from my desires." His red eyes devouring your innocence.

With that, he sinks to his knees, his tongue flicking out to taste your essence.

The great Ryomen Sukuna on his knees for a mere human like you, you think.

Your thighs shake, his tongue is huge, one slide is enough to cover your whole womanhood. He savours your shock and fear, letting them mingle with the sweet flavour of your arousal. "So good; you taste better than raw blood." He murmurs, licking and sucking at your tender flesh, driving you wild with both pleasure and terror.

You squirm and whimper against his tongue. "Ah, so sensitive." Sukuna growls, his tongue darting out to catch the droplets of your arousal. "You're going to make me lose control, little one."

Sukuna's eyes widen in surprise at your sensitivity, his tongue lapping up the flood of wetness that cascaded onto his face. This is unlike any human he has encountered before. He cannot remember experiencing such sensitivity from others. It makes him thirsty for more, for your submission and pleasure.

Your mewls and whimpers turn him on further. "Such sweet sounds. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Sukuna's voice is thick with lust, and his tongue never ceases its relentless assault on your sensitive core. He thrusts two thick fingers inside you, stretching your tight walls as you squirm beneath him, his nails brushing your walls drawing out moans from you, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

"A-ah, too much, Lord."

Sukuna groans low in his throat, fighting the urge to claim you right then and there. "If you can't handle that, how will you take my full length inside you?" He asks rhetorically, his fingers working in and out of you, stretching your wet heat in preparation.

Slowly, he eases himself free from his robes, his two massive members standing proud and eager. He positions himself at your entrance, taking a moment to let you feel the weight of his manhood pressing against your delicate folds. "Ready to accept what you owe me, little one?" A cruel smirk curves his lips, knowing you have no choice but to submit.

"Are you going to put both of them inside me?" You are terrified at the thought of his two lengths invading you.

"Don't worry, I won't," Sukuna responds, even though he wanted to push both his dicks inside you, the thought of your tender body feeling pain from it made him rebuff his thoughts. He gently guides his upper dick to your entrance.

Your thoughts are a mix of terror and confusion. You never imagined yourself in such a position—being taken by a powerful demon who holds your life in his hands. Yet, as he slowly pushes into you, the unfamiliar sensation overwhelms you. You cannot help but wonder if this is how your end comes, consumed by this beast. But strangely, your body responds to him, arching into his touch, craving more even

You couldn't believe it. A creature of such immense power and cruelty is gentle with you. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, almost tender. It's a stark contrast to the fear and violence that defined your encounter thus far. As he moves within you, you feel a strange mix of emotions—fear, yes, but also a strange sense of safety. It's an odd sensation to be at the mercy of a monster yet feel protected.

As he continues his slow, gentle thrusts, you can't help but wonder,

Was he capable of more than just cruelty and violence? Or was this just another part of his twisted game, designed to confuse and disorient you before claiming you completely?

"Feeling good, little bird?", he coos.

"Y-yes lord."

"Just for you, little bird. I'll be as gentle as silk." Sukuna whispers, his pace slowing down even further. His two hands hold your legs, and the third one strokes his ignored dick, a strange tongue formed from his hand slides against it. His fourth hand slides down to stroke your clit. The sudden burst of pleasure elicits a gasp from you.

"It feels so good, Lord Sukuna."

"Good. Enjoy it while you can." His thumb circles your clit, tongue formed from his hand occasionally lapping at it making your body flinch, taunting you with orgasm and drawing it out until your core is begging for release.

"Please, I am going to release, my lord", you eyes pleading him to let you release.

"I know.." Sukuna's breath hitches,"I've never been so careful with anyone, especially a mere mortal." His voice dripped with arrogance.

His two shafts pulsated, straining for release.

He hisses at your tightness as you squeeze his dick, creaming it white. Your moans echo through the room.

"Ah, so sweet, hmph,"  he purrs.

Without missing a beat, Sukuna switches the shaft currently inside you with the one he was stroking. He leans down and takes the newly freed member into his abdominal mouth. The sight of his shaft being devoured by his cursed abdomen sends shivers down your spine.

Sukuna seems to notice the direction of your gaze."They both want to be in you, sweetheart. Perhaps not today... I shall claim you with one of my dicks only."

"Love you..," your tone barely audible.

"Love me?" Sukuna's eyes narrow, his brow furrowing. This affection was unexpected, especially from someone he was about to devour a while ago. Yet, there is something intriguing about it. "Love? What do you know of love, little bird?"

He continues to move inside you, his pace increasing ever so slightly. Each thrust is deeper and harder than the last.

"I just know you are never going to hurt me. That's enough for me to love you."

Sukuna laughs cruelly, his hips moving faster now. His laughter echoes in the room, filled with both scorn and amusement. "Oh, how naïve you are. Perhaps I will love you back on one condition."

Your stomach bulges with each thrust, revealing a glimpse of his massive member. It moves in and out of you, leaving behind a trail of pleasure and pain.

With every thrust, your cheeks redden, and your eyes lock onto his.

"Will you be able to bear my child?"

You bite your already swollen lips, thinking your future with the curse king.

"Answer me!" Sukuna roars, slamming into you harder; his need for confirmation is overwhelming.

You swallow hard, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Yes! Yes, Lord Sukuna! I'll bear your child!"

"Good. You deserve my love then." Sukuna kisses your neck, then his tongue slides down your sternum to your breasts, his shaft disappearing entirely before re-emerging from between your legs.

"You'll bear my child, and you'll remember me every time you look at them. You'll remember your lord." Each word carries the weight of ownership, sealing your fate.

His eyes gleam with anticipation, imagining the sight of your breasts swelling with milk. The thought sends a shiver down his spine.

"Imagine it, your nipples engorged, milk from them flowing freely. Yes, that would be lovely." His grip tightens on her hip, his thrusts becoming deeper and more possessive. His mouth sucks on your nipples while one of his hands pinches your nipples, thinking about how they would look, swollen and ready to feed his future kids. With each squeeze and suckle, you whimper, your body writhing beneath him. This is a future you never expected, but somehow, it excites you more than terrifies you.

His thrusts grow longer and slower, each one filled with possession and dominance. His mouth moves from one breast to the next, licking and sucking while his hand plays with the other.

"So close, are we?" His voice was low and seductive, promising pleasure and pain.

"Please, Lord, fill me. Fill me with your seed," you speak out the words you never imagined, you will say.

"So desperate, already? You beg well, sweetheart." Sukuna chuckles, his hips pumping faster. His breathing's ragged, and his gaze fixed on your face. "Are you sure you want this?"

Your lips swollen and red from biting as you let go of your moans while you orgasm again.

He does not wait for an answer, instead driving deep into you and filling you completely. His hot seed spills into your womb, marking you forever. His other dick squirts, landing on your chest and tummy. His eyes darken, and his entire body becomes tense.

"Now, you carry a piece of me. Forever bound to me."

Once spent, he collapses onto her, his breath ragged. His mouth found the curve of her neck, licking gently. "We have a deal, little bird. You bear my children, and I'll protect you. Our bond is sealed now."

"Look at you," Sukuna murmurs, pushing himself off your body. Standing up, he steps back to survey his art.

The mess is undeniable—your chest and belly covered in his seed, your thighs wet with evidence of their coupling.

His finger circles around your nipple, sending shockwaves through your body.

"How messy and used you look right now. Covered head to toe in my filth. I've claimed you and marked my territory for you. No one will dare touch you again. I'll leave you here to rest, my queen. When morning comes, Uraume will take care of you."

"I love you, my queen,"  he says, kissing your temple, letting you drift into the kingdom of dreams, where you are taking care of lord sukuna's kids.

[valsdelulucorner]

Can you please do Barbatos Head cannons? That would be brilliant.

of course! I dont normally do stuff for barbatos so i hope everything turns out the way you like

Barbatos head cannons<3

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He really appreciates you if you ask if you could help clean or bake, he may be a all powerful demon but even then sometimes things can get to much for one person. If your having a feast at the demon lords castle and decide to help clean up, he will insist that you are a guest and don't need to help but he really does appreciate the extra hands

Ok hear me out, Barbatos doesn't mind physical touch but he also has boundaries. If you hold onto his arm, shoulder or hand, he wont mind much if you be respectful about it. To be completely honest with you I dont really see Barbs as the physically affectionate type. He is more into words of affirmation and acts of service. He doesn't mind kisses with a lover he truly trusts but other then that, I dont really see him as a man of touch

I feel like he likes to take you on cafe dates if you guys ever do start dating. Even if your just friends, he likes to take you on Cafe trips and Coffee runs. He likes more calm Cafes over those loud, always busy cafes. He loves bringing you to these places to just talk over a warm drink for a hour or two, he just likes to wind down with you for a hour before bringing a coffee back up for Diavolo. If he runs into you during a coffee run for the brothers, he will gladly chat with you in line and wait with you for your coffees.

He likes inviting you over for tea, weather it is only him or if its with Diavolo. He will make afew little cakes and nibble bits for you to enjoy while you both sip on tea and talk about the day. He feels happy and calm during this time, its his little time to unwind and speak his frustrations and his feelings to you. Its always a pleasure having you over for tea, the gardens always seems to look a little nicer with you

I love the head cannon that he will randomly call you in the middle of the night if there is a massive rat in the castle. While you sleepily head into the Castle kitchen, you see him pushing is body into the corner of the ceiling with that small smile he always wears as a rat eats some fruit on the counter. ".....Barbatos honey....." "Good evening Mc, sorry to wake you but i seem to be in abit of a predicament" "......You want me to get rid of the rat?" ""Burn it with fire if you must Mc". He will make you some tea afterwards as payment of putting the rat outside, though he would of thought it would of been more practical for you to kill it but putting it outside works too

He would call you "MC" "My dear" and "My sweet"

If Barbatos gets to busy with work or falls behind abit, he will shift into his demon form and use his tail as a extra hand. Hes arranging some meeting for the young master? His tail will be sorting and arranging paperwork for him to do. Hes folding and putting away clothes? His tail will be holding onto a feather duster or a broom so he can clean around him while he does the laundry. He's baking goods for the young master? His tail is stirring the mixture while he prepares the oven and a baking tray. He uses his tail as a extra arm whenever things get to busy

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Im so sorry its so short, I actually haven't done much on barbatos and I dont really know alot about his character so if i get anything wrong, please tell me

Who should i do next?

[tainted-heartz]

HELLO its mystery person and I have a idea!! 👹👹 also it's a wally x reader!

What if it wally and Reader dressed like rodger rabbit and Jessica rabbit! For Halloween 🦇

Like wally is waiting for reader to be done with getting dressed and she comes out from dressing AND HES SEEING STARS(not like that) BUT LIKE HE IS LOVE STUCK 😌🤌

* bonus point if she calls him hunny bunny like how Jessica rabbit did to rodger at the end of the movie🤭🤭)

| DEAR LORD IM GONNA SOB TY SO MUCH FOR FOR THIS <333 plus that movie is my favorite rn so.. |

- you were the one who had the idea for matching costumes since wally said he wasn't going to go anywhere for halloween. there was a small festival gong on in the neighborhood so you threw out the idea of jessica and rodger rabbit. he didn't disagree with the idea of course!

- he didn't take long to get ready since it was him changing and adding on some of your eyeshadow. he was aware of how long you'd take so he worked on a new painting for around 20 minutes before stopping once he heard the sound of heels.

- “ wallyyy what do you think? I'm starting to think it's a little too much.. ” you mumbled but looked up to see him red in the face with hearts practically in his eyes. you hadn't seen him look so in love in ages. “ oh dearest you look beautiful , it isn't too much or too little. it's just right. ” he said as he got off the stoll he was on. “ and plus , the color red looks great on you. it matches you and even the dress fits you perfectly. ”

- his words made you blush but laugh. “ I feel like you're just saying that but thank you hunny bunny. ” you said as you bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek. he stood there processing what you called him..‘hunny bunny’. wally just stood there with his face red again but was quick to follow after you to the door. “ pff- I'm guessing that's a new nickname for you now? ” “ ..please? ”

[fanaticsnail]

Daughter of the Sea: Chapter 1

Masterlist Here, Header Masterlist Here

Word Count: 4,500+

Synopsis: As personal assistant to the newly titled ‘world's greatest swordsman,’ you were privy to the acquaintances your boss kept. Over the years, a young redheaded man continued to visit Kuraigana sporadically over time with his crew. But this trip felt different, something felt off. What were they hiding? And why did the entire crew all look exhausted?

Notes: Benn Beckman x f!reader, platonic!Mihawk x f!reader, platonic!Shanks x f!reader, slight mention of MiShanks ship, Beginning: Shanks is 19, Mihawk is 23, Beckman is 30, f!reader is 22, Uta is 2 months old for the sake of the plot (canonically she's 2 years old). The f!reader is suggested to be native to Kuraigana with her mannerisms and language.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @i-am-vita @since-im-already-here @mfreedomstuff @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @indydonuts

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

A deep sigh fell from the parted lips of the dark-haired Kuraigana native as you handed him his cup of scolding black coffee. He twitched his lip up in gratitude as he removed the ceramic dish from the saucer. 

“Thank you, dear,” the cool baritone of his voice expressed his gratitude to you. 

“You're most welcome, lord Dracule,” you nodded a small confirmation, placing down the saucer in front of him and beginning to ready the itinerary over your catalogical journal. 

“My dear,” he winced out after taking a quick gulp of coffee, “There really is no need for that title coming from you. We were friends before all this, remember?”

“It's a little too early in the morning for jokes, sir,” you retorted with a soft smirk, “If my memory serves correct, we were enemies first.”

He hummed with a soft smile, glaring at you as you returned to focus on the pages you dictated earlier. You clicked your tongue, noticing a peculiarity in the timetable. 

“Something the matter? Something come true of your small espionage, spymistress?” Mihawk queried with his brow arched. He attempted to not pay you heed to the disdain written on your face at your earlier title, but did enjoy the twitch in your shoulders and snarl draw up on your lips. 

“I work for you now, sir,” you scorn him with your monotonous recoil, eyes rolling, “And, if you must know, I received a transponder message earlier from the red-hair pirates. They requested passage and resupply at our port, but-...” you drew off, approaching Mihawk’s side once more, “...-I don't understand what this says.”

Mihawk looked on with intrigue, cocking his head to decipher his old associate's handwriting. 

“Did the first-mate send you a follow up, or was that all?” Mihawk asked, twitching his eyes up to meet your confused expression, “It doesn't quite make sense.”

“Haven't needen sleepens an’ booze like this b’fore,” you read aloud, attempting to decipher the world's audibly, “Perhaps it’s a drunken confession like last time?”

“Perhaps, but Beckman usually sends a follow-up to Shanks’ messages to belay it, or decipher it,” Mihawk nodded, drawing his hand down to reclaim the coffee cup and raise it to his lips, “When they arrive here, do what you do best.”

“Aye, sir,” your practiced response had another soft smile painted itself on Mihawk's lips, “I'll seek out what they're hiding, consider my words marked.”

“That's my pretty spymistress,” he narrowed his eyes, his lips tight and taunting. 

“Not your spymistress, sir,” you retorted, turning on your boot heel and calling over your head, “Your secretary.”

Waiting at port, the familiar jolly roger drew over the gloomy horizon line at the port of Kuraigana. The sea breeze whipped through your restrained hair, your formal uniform floating in the wind as the Red Force docked at port. 

The merriment you had come to expect was not the one that welcomed you. The crew were more disheveled than usual, their attire worn and unchanged, the straw hat atop the young captain's head splitting and fraying - but Shanks' smile never faltered. In fact, the whole crew seemed to be brimming with joy. 

“Oi, eyes on the starboard bow! Mihawk's hot secretary coming out to meet us at the docks!” Shanks' booming call drew a loud cheer from the crew aboard the ship, prompting you to shake your head at his welcome introduction. 

“Captain,” you uttered with a curt nod, watching as his boyish charm carried his overemphatic steps towards you. Upon stepping closer and meeting your gaze, he immediately opened his arms and snuck them beneath your own. 

“I missed you, pretty lady,” he uttered, raising you off your feet and twirling you in place. Shock swelled at your eyes at his glee, you only having a moment to react to the spin by hastily perching your hands over his shoulders and holding him firmly. 

“Enough, Shanks,” you tapped his left shoulder, “Put me down and help me decipher your-...” your sentence was lost to you when you saw the sunken hazelnut eyes of the redhead captain. 

You snapped your eyes over to meet with several other members of the crew: all with the same sunken eyes and jolly smiles. 

“My what, pretty lady? Hm?” Shanks smiled a wolfy grin, all teeth and charm, “Decipher what?” You took a moment to reassess the situation as Shanks planted your feet back onto the wooden dock. 

Glancing at the crew, you ensured you took your time studying them all, noticing a single member missing. 

“Your competent first mate,” you mentioned, attempting to pry yourself from the teenage captain, “Where is he?” Shanks' smile deflated into a soft pout, grasping his wrist behind your back and holding your body firmly against his chest in a vice-like grip. 

“Your first thoughts after all that is big ol’ burly Beckman?” his pout intensified, “Are you really not going to say hello properly? Not even for old time's sake?” 

Rolling your eyes, you grant the redhead a small peck on his cheek. A gleeful laugh exhales through his cherry-red lips as he finally releases you from his embrace. 

“Okay, take me up to see the world's greatest swordsman,” he ordered you, turning you and circling your right arm with his left, “I have some news you're not going to believe.”

“If it's got anything to do with ‘Haven't needen sleepens an’ booze like this b’fore’,” you mocked his incoherent message in a deep voice, “I'm all ears.”

Shanks’ laughter echoed all the way towards the Kuraigana highkeep. His complimenting words to your appearance, and abilities to prepare for them a place to stay, had your small smile growing wide, but eyes remaining narrowed and cautious. Each time you would attempt to peel your eyes away from the young man, he would call your attention back to him by offering you more praise and distraction. 

As the shadow of the new lord of Kuraigana cast the two of you within his gloomy silhouette, you were get to get a single glance to the crew behind you. 

“Red-Hair,” Mihawk uttered, crossing his arms with a subtle glare. 

“Gloomy prick,” Shanks laughed affectionately, releasing you from his arm and extending his right hand outwards to clasp around his former rivals’.

As Shanks finally became distracted, you stole a moment to reassess all of the red-hair crew. All crew was accounted for: Hongo seeming to guard the turned figure of Benn Beckman with a glance over the tall man’s shoulder. 

“I have to show you my latest find, Hawk-Eyes,” Shanks sighed, placing his left hand on Mihawk's right shoulder, “You're not gonna believe it.”

“I care not for your trinkets, I have enough wealth of my own,” Mihawk retorted. Shanks smiled broadly, but you were too distracted by the dark-haired first-mate's cloak shrouding his shoulder. 

They were hiding something far greater than meager treasure, this you were certain of. The subtle bounce of Beckman's hips and sway of his shoulders intrigued you, as did the soft baritone melody he was humming through his nose. What perplexed you the most was not the unusual mannerisms he was displaying, but rather what he was not. 

Beckman was not smoking a cigarette. 

Your eyes never left Beckman's back, your gaze unblinking and intense. This did not escape the notice of Mihawk, who darted his honey-coloured eyes behind Shanks to see your gaze locked on the first-mate. 

“What have you got hidden over there, Benn?” Mihawk’s purred taunt cut through the air like Yoru into the wooden hull of a fleet of ships. 

Silence. Uncomfortable silence. A silence so tense you could audibly hear the muffled grind of several sets of teeth behind tight lips. 

Until the silence was broken with a soft sound that grew louder and louder. Whimpers, grizzles and finally a lengthy whine that immediately swelled into a loud cry drew you all in immediately. 

“Wh-What have you-...” Mihawk's words were lost to him as Beckman turned. His eyes were glassy as his sockets lay bruised and sunken against his face. The look of absolute sleep depravity was written on his face, exhaustion and exasperation in every step. 

Within his arms lay a small form, topped with pale pearl and dark ruby hair split right down the middle. Their face was contorted as they squealed out a shrill cry. Within Beckman's large arms lay-.

“-A baby!” you exclaimed in absolute glee. Your breathy sigh only has your smile raise further against your lips as you swoop towards Benn Beckman, “You have a baby!” All air of caution blew away with the wind as you reached the first mate, pressing your hand against his forearm as you glanced at the child in his arms. 

The child was dressed in pastel pink with white frills, their body revealed as they struggled to remain contained in a soft swaddle. 

“A little girl?” you asked him. Beckman nodded, sighing out a soft, “Yes.” You looked down in awe at the infant, her eyes scrunched tightly shut as she continued to wail. 

“May I hold her?” you asked him, eyes filled with excitement. It had been so long since you had the pleasure of entertaining new life and soothing their cries. Beckman was so exhausted, all he could do was nod in response. You down turned your lip in an empathetic smile, your eyes softening as he handed over the small child. 

“Oh, come to aunty, sweet pea,” you cooed at her, immediately beginning to walk with her in your arms in a pacing fashion, “Such a pretty girl! Oh, you are gorgeous.” Beckman's eyes never left you, watching you as your stoic face melted as soon as the baby was passed to you. 

The child continued to wail, her legs scrunching up to her chest and growling out in discomfort. Your questions flew out of your mouth faster than you could halt them. 

“When was the last time she was fed? Has she had a bottle? She is far too young for solids, what have you been feeding her?” The first mate’s head was spinning from the rapidity of your line of questioning, but it was a welcome change to the cries he had been dealing with for the past few hours, “Has she been changed? Is it her nap time? Has she got colic? When was the last time she was bathed? Where is she at in her daily routine? What is her name-?”

“-Her name is Uta,” Shanks’ voice softly called to you, breaking you out of your rapid-fire questions, “She's been having milk from a bladder every two to three hours, last time was about fifteen minutes ago, wasn't it big man?”

“Aye, Captain,” Beckman confirmed with a curt nod, “Changed her soon thereafter.”

“She'll be due for a nap in a minute, probably why she's gotten so grumpy,” Shanks laughed heartily, clapping his hand over Mihawk's shoulder, “Just like you, hey?” Mihawk remained silent, eyeing the child in your arms with caution. 

“Uta,” you fawned down at the infant, gently placing her chest over your shoulder left and supporting her neck with your right hand, “Oh, little song. Such a beautiful name!” 

The child stirred within your arms as you walked away from the red-hair crew and towards the high-keep. Mihawk glared at you cautiously as you smiled up at him, gently rocking the child and now patting her back. A large, guttural sound emitted from Uta’s lips, her legs softly falling away from their scrunched position in relief to the stomach pressure. 

“Oh, Uta. I bet that feels better,” you giggled at the child, walking past Mihawk towards the keep, “Clever girl. Come with aunty, let's get to work while your uncles and daddy rest, hm?”

“Just where do you think you're going, dear?” Mihawk’s disinterested tone called over to you. You halted in your steps, turning to face the large crowd of pirates. You glared down at your boss, pursing your lips as the large pack stared up at you. 

“Us ladies are going to tend to my duties for the day, and get to know each other better. Girl time,” you inform them with a stirn voice, “And you all are going to make yourselves comfortable in guest quarters and rest up. Is that understood?”

Nods frantically bobbed in affirmation amongst the Red-Hair pirates, but a firm cross of arms and scowl almost had you halt your plans. 

“Under whose authority?” Mihawk spat at you. Shanks widened his eyes in shock Mihawk's sudden animosity. You sighed, huffing out a breath while continuing to pat the child. 

“My lord Mihawk, self-made man of myth and legend,” you bowed, supporting Uta's neck as you did so, “World's Greatest Swordsman and ruler of high-keep Kuraigana. Master of the blade, keeper of secrets, loyal confidant and expert-.”

“-Alright, fine,” Mihawk caved, a small blush almost peeking through his pale complexion, “You may stay for a night to restock and rest.”

“A week would be better, sir,” you continued to hold your head low, refusing to look up until he allowed himself to be swayed by your words. It didn't take too long, uttering a curt, “A week, and you will all clean up after yourselves, am I clear?” as he did so. 

The red-hairs all uttered an “Aye, sir,” in unison, the relief adamant in their voices. 

Rising from your low stoop, you smiled at your boss first before looking at Beckman. His eyes lay half-lidded, his lips down turning only slightly as his expression remained unreadable. The man was past the point of exhaustion, you deduced from your hasty assessment. 

“Alright, do we have a changing bag, or shall I send for supplies immediately?” you asked Shanks, who grabbed at the scruff of his neck with a sheepish grin. 

“We're fresh out, unfortunately,” Shanks confessed. Beckman sighed, shaking his head at his captain’s quick response and adding one of his own. 

“We have two fresh clouts and some strips of fabric,” Beckman relayed to you, “Unfortunately, all her clothes are soiled and they'll be needin’ a good wash.” He made his way up the hill beside you, walking in step as you opened the doors to the keep. 

The Red-Hair crew remained behind with Shanks, no longer viewing you as a threat to their wellbeing the longer you braced Uta against you. 

“Thank you, Benn,” you smiled at him as he held open the door for you. He returned a small smile at you as you passed him with Uta still remaining in your arms. 

He couldn't help but notice the fluttering beat in his heart as he watched you cradle the young baby. Although Uta was not his biologically, nor were you by all means with him romantically: your flirtatious past together, your soft smile, and the way you immediately took to caring for the child had Beckman’s mind running away with him. 

You chose to follow Mihawk in his ambitions, rather than join with Shanks in his. A spymistress and master of your trade from your early years, he had many run-ins with you over his checkered past. No kiss was ever shared, nor a passionate night together - but he was always left with a sense of longing after you'd smile at him. 

It never did take you long to pry truth from his lips, and he was well aware of this factor. He was a pirate with the heart of an honest sailor; and that honesty meant he could never have a lie uttered in your presence. He adored you, and would see you spirited away from high-keep Kuraigana with him should you ever ask. 

There was a part of him that wishes he could sweep you off your feet, romance you and dote on you in a coupling that could rival Roger and Rouge, but he may be just seeing what he wants to see in your smile. 

To Beckman, you were the one that got away. The one who would reciprocate his flirtations, only to leave before anything more could occur. He adored you. He could even go as far as to say that, at one point in time, he loved you. And now, as you cradled young Uta against your shoulder and uttered sweet praise into her ear, those feelings came flooding back. 

As you moved around your desk, you readjusted the infant in your arms. You cradled her in the crook of your left elbow while you sat: going through a variety of paperwork and ledgers drawn up for Mihawk to sign. 

Beckman placed Uta’s lackluster satchel of supplies on the desk beside the papers as he noticed a small twitch in your expression. You looked hyper focussed on your work as you rocked the child gently to sleep, scowling at a line of ink drawn on a ledger. 

“You can leave, Benn,” your nose twitched as you narrowed your eyes on the paper, “No harm will come to her,” you looked up at him above your paper, “Honestly, it's a little heartbreaking you didn't disclose this in your letters. After all this time knowing one another, I would assume you would inform me you had a daughter.”

Beckman sharply sucked in a breath, eyes widening with shock. 

“Uta’s-...” Beckman began, halting as he thought about his words. Should he confess the child was found in a chest, abandoned and discarded? Should he inform you that Shanks had claimed her as his own? Should he see how your mind fell immediately to that conclusion, and should he see where this conclusion would lead you both?

You looked down at the sleeping child, taking Beckman's silence as confirmation that the girl was indeed his. 

“She is beautiful,” you sighed down at her before snapping your eyes back up towards him, “Go and join the others. Enjoy an uninterrupted cigarette, Daddy,” you added for Uta’s benefit, “And when you return after a good rest,” you smiled a melancholy grin, “Tell me more about her, okay?” 

Beckman's heart swelled for you, his spirit soaring as he watched you continue in your duties for Mihawk with Uta. His feet remained cemented in place as he willed this moment to be branded into his memory. He never wanted you more than this very moment, but remained silent in his yearning. 

“Something else, Benn?” you asked him, staring down at the baby in your arms. The girl blindly began mouthing at her clenched fists in her sleep, seeking them out to gnaw on for comfort. 

“Uta’s Shanks' daughter,” he blurted out in a low and cautious cadence, “Found in a shipwreck amongst booze and plunder. She’s not ours biologically, she’s a daughter of the sea.” 

You snapped your eyes up to him, lips parting briefly before your gaze softened at him. “Thank you for your honesty, Benn. I appreciate your candor, as always,” you immediately halted your train of thought, thinking of your earlier interaction with him, “I would also like to apologize for calling you ‘Daddy’ earlier. I meant no disrespect, and I only did it for her sake.”

“No need for an apology,” he smirked with a soft nod, “And I never could never lie to you. You always get the truth outta’ me, one way or another.”

Humming in response, you easily slotted your index finger within Uta's and watched as she tested her strength in her vice-like grip. You hung in comfortable silence for a moment longer, both eyes meeting with the tiny life cradled in your arms. 

“You should have named her Umi,” you informed him, “Beautiful child of the sea, rather than ‘song’.”

“She’s named ‘Uta’ because even her cries are like melodies to the crew,” Beckman continued, “And Shanks sang to her when he first met her.”

“Oh, how beautiful,” you commented with a soft smile. Beckman swooned at your expression, his body unconsciously leaning towards you. You narrowed your eyes while smirking up at him. 

“Go and join your crew, Benn-,” you began, the first-mate's baritone voice oozing over you like warm honey to halt your thoughts in their place. 

“-Beckman, Darlin’,” he whispered, “You don't call Mihawk ‘Dracule’, nor do you call Shanks ‘red hair’,” he leant over your desk and affectionately pinched your chin, “Call me by my name, or give me a term of endearment,” he shot you a sly wink with a winning grin, “Even if it's ‘Daddy’.”

Face swelling with a fresh rush of blood, you attempted to control your fluster. You swooned as his thumb caressed your chin, heart calling to your teenage crush you thought you long-since snuffed out. 

“Go, Becks,” you smiled up at him, his expression mirroring your own as he continued looking at you, “Go rest, replenish and relax. Uta is with her aunty, and her aunty is more than capable to care for her for a few hours.” 

“Aye, that she is,” Beckman gave your chin a gentle tap, his closed-lip smile and half-lidded eyes still holding to you as he retracted his hand, “And, what a pretty aunty she has.” He turned on his heel, walking back over to the door and hovering in the threshold for a moment. 

“Go away, Becks,” you laughed at him, shooting him with the paper in your hand, “And tell your crew to bathe while they're here, they all stink,” you called as he left the doorway. His chuckle reverberated in the hall, a song you did not know your soul yearned for. 

Looking down at Uta, now properly settled in your arms, you sighed in contentment. “Back to work for us, princess,” you smiled as you returned to your duties, “But first, let's see about getting you some more supplies. Maybe a medical examination, birthdate assessment and a good look to ensure you're alright.”

Setting quickly to work: you organized several deliveries for the Red-Force to resupply the vessel, called out a medical professional for Uta, gathered supplies to meet the needs for a child - including developmental appropriate dried milk powders for lengthy trips. 

After two hours of work, Uta woke from her rest and became restless as she searched for food with her mouth parting and hovering over her balled fists. You hastily withdrew supplies from her satchel, readying and feeding her from a fresh bottle, changed her clout and burped her, before seeing if she needed more milk. 

A small smile fell from her lips as her eyelids fluttered, her body drunk on the swell of warmth in her belly and content in her cleanliness. Soon thereafter, she was back to sleep in no time. 

In the following few hours, several deliveries were made to your office. New clothes, clouts, a bathing basin, a collapsible crib and sheets to match, bottles, a woven wrap for baby carrying, a bassinet with two anchored wheels, and a soft velvetine hawk with weighted wings were amongst the gifts you had purchased with your own Berry for your new niece. 

Uta stirred in your arms, enjoying following a similar routine from earlier, but instead of falling back to sleep, she remained wide awake and staring up at you. 

“Oh, pretty girl,” you cooed down at her, watching as she stared with a vacant, unreadable expression back towards you, “Eyes with wisdom far beyond her years.” You set down your papers, pressing a steel paperweight down atop the pages. 

“You know all the secrets, don't you,” your words held no truth to them, only speaking in melodic jest, “They will all be at your mercy one day, won't they?” You stood, walking with her while holding her at eye height. Supporting her neck and propping her upright, you continued to hold a one-sided conversation with the small child. 

“You've got all your uncles wrapped around your finger,” your sing-song voice carried down the hallway, “You’re gonna get to your uncle Hawk too, one day. He's going to be the one that loves you the most.”

Ears pricking up in the hall beyond the door, three men halted their eager footsteps as they eavesdropped on your conversation with Uta. Mihawk attempted to feign disinterest, but was highly intrigued by what you were relaying to the child. Shanks felt his heart swell at the bonding moment between his two favorite ladies. And Beckman? 

Beckman didn't know what to think. Especially with sweet praises falling from your lips onto his newfound niece. All he knew was the soft call of his heart, his soul yearning for a woman he knew he could never have. 

After what felt like a small blink for you, but several eternities for Mihawk; a week had soon passed you all. The Red-Force was freshly stocked and resupplied, and you enlisted Yassop to pile the gifts for Uta onto the ship. 

As Shanks stepped on board the planked barrier, he extended his arms out to claim the small infant from you. You wanted to hesitate, to offer Uta a solid place to call home: but with Mihawk commissioned to claim bounties and enact horrid acts of war, you felt Uta would be far safer with Shanks. 

“Please keep me updated on my beautiful niece, Shanks,” you warned him with a soft scold, handing him his daughter, “And any other children you find within your care. I would hate to see them going unspoiled by their favorite aunty.”

“Hah!” Shanks laughed at the notion, “If I find another baby in a treasure chest, you'll be the first one to know. Of that, I'm certain.”

You waved Shanks off, a bittersweet look on your face as you mourned the loss of warmth in your arms. Beckman was the last to board, turning on his heel and extending his left hand out to claim your right. 

Without further word, he stopped down and pressed a gentle kiss atop your knuckles. He held his lips against your hand for a fair while longer than he intended, truly depicting his gratitude in getting a reprieve from both uncle and captain-watching duties. 

“If Shanks doesn't keep you updated, I will Darlin’,” he uttered against your skin, removing his lips and looking up at you through his dark eyelashes, “Every milestone, if you truly want.”

“Please,” you smiled at the tall man as he elevated himself back up to standing height, “I would not want to miss a thing, especially if it’s coming from you.” 

“Alright, pretty lady,” Shanks called down at you, sporting Uta in the woven wrap against his chest, “Give me back my first-mate. We gotta make waves.” 

“Aye, sir,” you uttered, glancing down at where Beckman's hands still held yours. He followed your gaze, cheeks dusting with a subtle pink as he realized he was the one still grasping your hand. You giggled as he carefully retracted his hand from your own, his fingers gently brushing yours. 

As the Red-Force glided over the swell of waves, you couldn't help but feel a piece of your heart left with them. The question was who held that piece: was it the young child you had carved for, or was it the dark-haired first mate. 

[rowretro]

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

WARNINGS: Blood, stabbing, violence, kissing, mentions of suicide

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✧CHAPTER 15✧

The day was pretty crazy with all those crazy issues in the way of the couple’s special day, and yet they overcame all those problems without getting upset at each other. They say that weddings are truly a test to prove how strong the couple’s love is, and those petty obstacles didn’t break their love. Now married, y/n smiled as she washed some dishes. Heeseung offered to watch the baby, letting the couple have their privacy.

Riki walked into the kitchen, a towel around his neck, collecting a few water droplets from his hair. He saw her at the sink, smiling as she washed the dishes. His arms wrapped around her waist, his face at her neck as he placed a few soft kisses “Do you like doing dishes babe? It’s our night and your smiling while washing a practically clean plate” he pointed out as the girl snickered, washing her hands and drying them on her apron.

She turned around to face him, kissing his jaw as the male smiled “Tell me wifey, what do you want your dear husband to get for you?... new car? A boat? A bigger mansion in an expensive country?” Riki asked with a smile as the girl shook her head. “Please, I already have the perfect husband, a sweet little son, our family just walking distance from here, and a nice home to share with my love… I could just die” the girl said with a smile as Riki kissed her forehead.

Just as she said that, the woman fell unconscious in his arms. It all happened in a second, he barely had the time to even process what had happened, until his eyes fell on the growing, deep red area of her dress, her teary eyes meeting his. Someone shot her. Riki screamed, yanking open a drawer, grabbing a gun as he held her tight in his arms, the two, on the ground, as multiple bullets shot through the window.

“FUCK THOSE MOTHER FUKCERS- baby stay awake for me yeah? I called the boys they’ll be here yeah- FUCK-” Before he even got a chance to finished, the man was knocked out cold, with a blow to his head. The 2 remain unconscious in the kitchen. “Dare kill my brother Nishimura?!... you think I’d let you get away with that?!!!” The man asked, smirking and laughing as he kicked the man. “Now look who’s head is at my feet…” the man laughed.

A few hours had passed, Riki woke up in the living room, his wife at the feet of Yeonjun, as he was tied to the staircase. “And we meet Nishimura. Sorry about your wife bro, see I needed you to know just how it feels when someone you love gets killed.” Yeonjun calmly said “So now we’re even right? Anyways I know you’re going to kill yourself right after because I just killed the only human you’d die for, but before that, why don’t you sign this contract and hand your drug empire over to me hmm?” Yeonjun simply asked as the younger male glared holes into him.

Yeonjun faked a pout as he knelt down before him “You really think I can’t get it if you don’t sign this paper?... fuck it boys, lets go.” Yeonjun said as he left, the men left all ovens, microwaves, stoves and everything on before pouring gasoline all over as they left the building. Riki broke out of the ropes before running towards Y/n who was barely moving, her eyes flutter open as she choked up blood. “R-Riki you need to leave now.” she sternly stutterred as Riki lifted her from the ground “Im not leaving with out y-” 

“Riki no you have to… I’m not going to make it ok?.... Just promise me one thing… you will continue being a drug lord, heck the biggest one worldwide, everyone should know you and fear you, and our son will be just like you yeah?” She managed to say as Riki flinched at the explosion just beside them “Y/N JUST SHUT UP YOU’RE COMING WITH ME, WHATEVER HAPPENS YOU WILL BE THERE TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO YEAH?! Y/N- BABE-” The man screamed as he started shaking her.

He couldn’t waste anymore time… He had to leave… so he left. And the building blew to pieces… 

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

(No this is not the end…Infact this story is just starting….)

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Cruel cravings

Masterlist

Summary: fantasy fucks were meant to remain just that, fantasies. Especially when you want to fuck you your sith lord employer. Whats a girl to do when she cries out for her lord to ravage her? Worse then that, what do you do when he answers that call?

Warnings : ⚠️adult content +18⚠️ smut, degradation, name calling, toys, power play, swearing, body fluids, dacryphillia, teasing, dom/sub dynamic, Vader is a teasing prick

A/N: here is some filth, i enjoyed writing this one. I hope you like reading it, i havent wrote smut for a while so hope i still got it 😅 anyway enjoy peeps

You scrambled up the bed kicking your covers letting out a gargled sound between a squeak and yowl. It took all of three seconds for your chest tighten and lungs to shrivle in your chest. Oh dear god. You shivered staring wide eyed at the tall imposing figure that had somehow bypassed the lock and thundered into your room.

He stiffened, straightening his posture as he took in the sight of you. The thin, non regulation night dress that usually reached your knees was bunched around your thighs, legs bent and tangled up in your crumpled damp sheets, you hair a mess and skin flushed with sweat on your brow. And your chest heaving with deep pants. Fuck, it was better then he could have imagined. you must look a state!

"M-my lord?" You stammered swallowing dryly between syllables trying to gain some self control and not burst into tears, you knew how you must look;a complete mess. You moved your hand slowly, inching the contraband under your bunched sheets praying to any diety who was observing your mortification in that moment, willing them to let your lord show mercy and to not pull the sheets back and see your shame.

"You, i should have known" you frowned at that. What? He grunted in irritation as your confusion washed over your face at his accusatory tone. To your knowledge youd never done anything to rouse his fury. Infact he seemed to like you? In his own intimidating blunt way. He praised you when youd done a good job, hovered behinde you staring holes into into the back of your head. Not that you could see him, but when lord vader was looking at you, you knew. It was like being hunted by a camouflaged predator. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, you got the shivers and goosebumps.

"Do you have any idea how frustrating you have been girl? This is the last straw. You have pushed too far" Your stomach dropped and fear crept up your spine. Had he heard you? Could he really read minds?! God you hoped not. The ferocity of his words sent a delicious heat straight to your weeping pussy. Your mind was reeling, only moments ago had you been lost in a rapturous daze, your mind stringing together a perfect cruelties starring this powerful man as you ravished yourself with the cheap toy youd snuck onboard.

"Out. Come, stand and address me properly" he ordered jerking his head to the side as he ordered you out of your bed. You paled and shook your head slightly at him one hand clutching your sheet as if the thin material would save you from your lords wrath.

"Wha- i would but im;" you tried to plead with him, tell him you were underdressed his breathing hitched and he raised a hand pointing at you threateningly.

"You will do as your told female" he ordered as he stepped closer leaning over you menacingly, practically trapping you on the bed. His large fram left only a small space for you to crawl past him.

You yelped quickly diving across the bed scooting passed him forgetting about your modesty as his hand remained raised. Your fear was to much to ignore, you didnt want to be choked, well that wasnt strictly true. You didn't want to be choked to death. You flushed as that dangerous thought swirled in you head as you climbed out of bed. Your blood was singing, insides tensing at the thought of this huge impressive lord chokeing you as he pumbled your fragile insides. Useing you like a helpless wet hole and unloading his frustration into you, forcing you to take his stress anger and lust in a brutal twisted pleasure. Oh maker please~

You whined breathlessly managing to finally stand next to him. Straight back arms at your sides and legs slightly apart. You looked blindly forward, shivering every so often, you just hope he mistook it for panic or fear and not the fithly excitment it truly was.

He took half a step back and gazed at you silently. You could only guess where his eye were at any one time. His mask kept such secrets, all you could do was stand still and wait for his next order. You closed your eyes trying to drown out the deeper breaths coming from your lord. You were desperate to block them out,

"Oh? Whats this?" You almost jerked back as your lords gloved hand descened. But somehow you managed to hold firm, but gasped snapping your head to him when his fingers lightly ghosted the peak of your breast. You stuttered wanting to say something, anything! But the words died when he tilted his head and captured the puckered bud between two fingers and rolled it. Your breaths became sharper as he toyed with your nipple through the thin night dress.

You yelped when the light pleasant tormet became something more attune with vaders reputation. He pinched harshly and drew you bud towards him. You hissed following him, rising to your tip toes trying to ease the maddening sting. He gave a low humm, something between approval and amusment whilst twisting your bud drawing a high whine from you. You tipped your head up facing his mask, staring into the black glass that concealed his own supposed golden gaze. All you could see was your own reflection, face scrunched in pain and your eyes wide wet and pleading.

"Hmm? Just what have you been up to?" The words were spoken with a small shake of his hand, pulling you breast left and right punishing you with an addictive erotic pain. Your resolve died at the tugging, you lost your footing stumbbling half a step forward unable to remain still under his harsh minstrations. To your shame you let out a high moan. He paused at that, and before you could apologise he had moved. His other hand had parting your thighs, the smooth padded leather felt heavenly as his hand latched onto your thigh, just above your knee.

He almost immediately pulled away with a chuckle, releasing your throbbing teet letting you drop back onto your heels with a sharp jolt. He pulled his slick gloved fingers higher, inspecting it. You could have died, shame swallowing you as you realised your lord had noticed your arousal glistening on your inner thighs, the wet trail smeared to your knees.

"I see, you have the luxury of your own room so you tend to yourself unlike the others" he uttered with a sigh and made a point to wipe your slick off his glove onto you. You mewled quietly, trying to find some self control in the wake of your new devastating situation. Even in the fear and shame your mind still found somthing to celebrate. Something to make your pussy clench and throb, a filthy unhinged thought to make your blood sing and nipples tighten painfully.

You knew you had odd desires in the bed room, filthy words and rough hands, being teased and taunted, having vicious words spat at you as your force fed inches you swore you couldnt tolorate. But lord vader useing you as your own cum rag? No, that was never something you thought would make you quiver with need. You bit your lip trying not to cry at your confusing shamefull reactions to his behaviour.

"Could this be why you have been avoiding your comrades desperate conversations? This is the reason for your lack of interest?" He cooed, his words were a taunt, sweet and sharp. Incendiary. He was baiting you. You could see he was pretending to be disappointed. But his voice didn't quite match the words, he sounded excited?

"Or perhaps its this?" You gasped as he moved past you, his cloak brushing your form while he flicked back your sheet revealing the wet toy youd been enjoying only moments ago. He tutted stepping back, holding the toy in his hand and raised it, letting you see your arousal coating it obscenely.

"So which is it? " he purred sending your heart into an erratic almost painful tempo.You swallowed dryly, eyeing the toy, that looked tiny now between his thick leather clad fingers. Your panicked gaze moved to him and back again mind desperately trying muster something more then a fragile meek wail or sob. Your lips parted, moving trying to form words but you just couldn't articulate anything more then a feeble primal cry of embarassing desperation.

"Tell me. Be a good girl and answer your lords question" Vader uttered trying to coax your words watching you carefully, a sinister amusment hung in the air around him. It was hard to explain, you could sometimes sense lord vaders moods though nothing really gave him away. Not untill he voiced it, so what you perceive as amusment could actually be adrenaline before the kill.

"B-both my lord. Its both" you eventually mewled breathlessly, tears welled in your eyes and you fought to keep your sobbing quiet. It was one thing to be caught with a toy, another thing to be caught in the midst of such a private moment. Even worse being caught by a superior, but to be caught by the sith lord himself? The man youd been crying out for? The one you thought about as you fucked yourself to the point of exhaustion? It was your worst nightmare, and most tempting fantasy. You were trapped in some sort of twilight zone, experiencing your own hell and rapture in one terrifyingly twisted confusion. You only hoped if he was going to off you, he would kill you now before you could make this any worse, or before he could create a more sadistic punishment. Unfortunately your mouth didnt get the memo and you found yourself babbeling, almost incoherently.

"Im sorry, i know its'gainst regulations please i couldnt; it was a stupid thing to do; the others they can; their better at talking to the men. They find partners easily but... i cant... i should never have broke the rules sir... im sorry my lord please, i beg your forgiveness" the tears trickled down your cheeks as the words flowed, hitching and mumbled. You didnt move to wipe the droplets staining your face away, you were to scared to break your stance, he might find it disrespectful.

He shifted on his feet twisting his head slowly, still observing you. He made a show to look puzzled. But the amused air around him gave his movements a teasing look. He was making fun, toying with you relishing in your discomfort and shame. Feeding off of it, your misery was his delight. The masochist inside screamed out to him, willed him to continue, yet your common sense was begging him to stop. He didnt.

"Are you now? Are you sorry about breaking my rules? Sorry for disgracing yourself so pathetically? Sorry for becoming nothing more then an feral little whore wholst serving on my star ship? Or are you just sorry you got caught in the act?" He ducked down pressing his head beside yours. You shuddered as his cloak brushed across your arm. He chuckled soaking in the sight of you, drowning in a delirious mix of arousal, fear and shame. Your eyes gave you away, the blown pupils letting him know just what emotion was winning. It pleased him, he may have found the reason your cunt seemed to call out to him like beacon. You were perfect.

It was better then he could have thought. All the times he'd tried to draw a reaction from you. The hours he'd spent in your sector needlessly, watching and listening. The droids he'd sent to eavesdrop on the girl talk between your colleagues, the filth they spouted fantasies of what they let the stormtroopers do to them. What they'd let him do to them if he gave them a chance. He'd somehow become a fantasy fuck, he knew it was most likely the power and privilege that drew their eye.

But you? Youd never really joined in. Never had tall tales of one night stands. You didnt seem to have an intrest in sex ,it was a pity. If youd ever shown interest in such things;even if it wasnt him youd craved, he would've had you dragged away. Thrown into his quaters and locked inside, tied to his bed as a hostage for days on end. You were captivating, small, soft spoken and pure. An innocent with wide expressive eyes and perfect pouty lips that would surround his cock with a sublime softness. He could use so many words to describe you. Fragile, ethereal, shy, demure, poised. Everything a soilder shouldnt be. You hadnt hardened under your training, but you hadnt been broken by it either. He wanted to tear you apart, to see what you really were on the inside there must be more to you then the soft gentle woman you claimed to be. It drove him wild. He needed to pound away the image youd created and claim you inside and out. H needed to smother you in his own taint, bathe your skin in his cum before holding you underneath him and drown you in it.

So when he had heard your passionate cries within his watchfull meditation he couldnt hold himself back. Rage boiled in his veins at the thought of you coupling with some undeserving welp. He'd thundered through the ship, following the breathless whispers and gratifying cries. And then it happened, you finally named your lover. Or should he say imaginary partner. Youd moaned so sweetly for your lord, cried out for him. And unbeknownst to you he had heard your desperate mewling and had decided to answer your call.

He smiled below his mask, the delicate grunts and breathy pleading echoing in his head. You were trying soo hard to be quiet but the thought of him ravishing you was too much to bare. His thoughts took a turn as his cock gave a powerfull throb, this time refusing to be ignored by the sith lord. His mind began drawing a perfect solution. As much as it will pain him, he must teach you a valuable lesson before impaling you on his thick shaft, thus ruining you for other men.

"No matter, its of no real concern as to why you are sorry. Because my discipline will not change either way" he finally spoke, drewing your agonising anticipation to a close. Youd been well behaved, remaining silent and still as his thoughts got carried away.

"My lord;"

"Silence girl. I think you have made enough noise for one night." His bark was enough to shut you up. He felt a twnige of excitement, you were biting your lip desperately trying to obey him. He enjoyed your compliance.

"You think i could not hear you? That when meditating i can't pick out my own name? Did you think i would ignore such filth from my own subordinates?" You whined, opening your mouth to reply but closed it remembering his order to keep quiet. Instead you settled for dropping your gaze to the floor and sniffling, trying to fight off your sobs. They would do you no good now.

"Good. Now sit" he ordered, apparently he had been testing you. Waiting to see if you disobeyed him. You sat instantly, perching yourself on the edge of your bed, still keeping your eyes on the floor infront of you.

"Take a breath. Good." He praised you ptting your head like dog s you took a large shuddering breath and released slowly. He inched loser to you, still ruffling your hair slightly calming you.

"You will be relived to find i am not going to punish you too severely. You are a young woman with urges. I cannot fault you for your nature. You will not be dismissed." You practically melted at that. It ws commen knowledge that dismissed meant killed. And to know that wsnt your fate lifted a huge wieght from you. Your chest was suddenly released from the fearfull grip it had been in. Your tears came thick and fast, flooding your face. As much as you wanted to thank him you remined silent not wnting to push him further.

"However I will be confiscating this abomination. The last thing I need is a silly girl slacking during her shifts because she had been up all night entertaining herself." He added twisting the toy this way and tht, looking it over. You cringed as he waved the small toy in front of you drawing attention to it.

"This is a pathetic example of a cock anyway, not onpy am isurprized you managed to wet it in the first place, im slightly offended you thought of me whislt using it. I can only hope you imgined it was my fingers fucking you. If not we certainly have a problem" you flushed brighter and glanced up at him again. You may have underestimated your lords size, he was frighteningly huge. And the dildo though molded to mimic human cock was small, only a few inches longer then your own finger and not much wider then otheeither. But it had to be small to sneak onboard!

"Perhaps i should see if it was worth your embarrassment, it would fit the crime would it not?" You jolted, breath hitching in your throat. Hell no. You shook your hed inching backwards, kicking off of the floor with your toe almost shooting up the bed away from him.

But it was no use before you could move more then a few inches his gloved hand snatched the front of your nighty, the thick supple leather creaking under the pressure threatening to split at the seams. You whined lifting both hands to his feebly trying to pry him off. He simply pulled you forward making you returnt to the edge of the bed, your feet falling limp back to the floor. He grunted at you squeezing your noghty once more making a point. Stay. You nodded at him making him release you, and untangle his wrist from your trembling fingers.

He chuckled at you. It wasnt true insubordination, he knew your reaction was just from embarrassment, you wanted to escape your shame, it was sweet. Delicious even, he loved the thought of your cunt quivering in need as you shook with uncertaintly, the way he'd tear sounds from you despite your mortification was nothing but arousing to him.

"Now now. You brought this on yourself. I am your lord, duty bound to educate you. I will not shirk such a duty. I need to demonstrate the... dangers of such temptations. How a simple seemingly harmelss, inadequate toy can quickly get out of hand and leave you worse off" his words morphed from a deep amusment to sinister promises, his delight rose whilst his minds eye conjured all the sinful things he was going to to, perhaps not all today, but intime he will push you above any beyond everything you could fantasise about. Youd know rapture, so much so youd beg him for rest, cry and scream for him untill you are hoarse and pliant.

"Lay back, cease your wimpering and open your legs." You tensed eyes wide. No. You must have missheard him, surely your lord wouldnt; You were cut off by your own yelp of surprize feeling a gust of wind hit you, the odd feeling of being hit in the chest by nothing, yet at the same time a hard force. You fell back and squirmed trying to fight what ever was pressing you down.

You only stopped moving as vader inched closer, close enough that your knees and thighs had squeezed his own legs. You snapped your head up, blinking at him owlishly as you registered what was happening. He had pinned you with the force and was looming over you, one hand clasping your pitifully small toy.

You struggled to think as he towered over you, settling between your legs comfortably. Like it was his rightful place. He knew you wouldnt stop him. He fell forward his left hand pressed into the bed by your head. Close. Soo close that the leather cuff of his glove rubbing against the skin of your neck. You couldnt breath or speak or think! You could do nothing more then wait anxiously.

"You may beg girl, even i am not cruel enough to demand your silence during such things" you frowned unsure what he meant, but seconds later you arched your back curseing as he impaled you on the dildo youd been teasing yourself with before he joined you. The toy pressed into you with a delicious friction. Parting you, carving is way into you with a smooth, ribbed thrust. Masaging every scared piece of you as vader repeated the motion. In and out tilting and twisting to draw out new and exciting sounds.

Your hands grabbed him blindly, fingers and short nails calwing his cloak and arm. Capturing him tightly, grunting and hissing as he gave you no rest. Though youd gave the toy all the preparation it needed, after being pulled from you for so long it had cooled. It was a fantastically taboo feeling.

Vaders breathing became shallow. His breaths deepened, trying to draw you in he wanted to treat himself to the scent of your sex, sweat and fear. His hand moved the toy, twisting and pivoting as he fucked you with it, slow heavy thrusts rocking you on the bed drawing a subtle protest from your weak bed frame. He smiled as the sound seemed to make you flush. Embarassed and perfect.

"F-fuck! Oh maker; my lord?! Agh!" You cried out when his experimental twisting of the toy paid off hitting the spot you could easily spend over and hour looking for yourself.

You arched again, deeper throwing you head back. Vader watched keeping an even slow harsh tempo just grazeing the tiny spot hexd uncovered. You cursed at him, somehow finding some courage in your impatient need. When he continued the madening pace, you growled raising you legs, trying to tilt your hips and force him to gift you the sweet pleasure you craved.

His reply was a laugh, teasing you would easily become his new pass time. Especially if you became such an insolent brat. He slwoed down, softening his thrusts draging out a low keen from you.

"Please?, pleasefuuuck! Please sir!" Your begging was little more then shallow breaths. Using your hold on him to try and fuck yourslef onto the ever slowing toy.

"Such a beastly little thing you are" he tutted but still granted you a small mercy. And began to try a new torment, shallow, fast and rough jerking motiones. Occasionally rubbing your clit with his knuckle, just to drive you wild.

"Fuck! Fuck fu;UGH!" You screeched kicking at the bed, trying to shuffle away, only to be stopped by the stong arm that rested beside your neck. He laughed out loud nd moved faster finding the odd gruntal yelp amusing.

"That was a curious sound. Lets see if you can do it again" this time the sith decided to toy with you further. His hand stopped moving, instead he pressed down, forceing the tip to grind on up and then swayed. You wailed louder, kicking out on reflex and rocking, pivoting your hips chasing the friction your master caused.

"Oh yes, you are full of surpises. Oh? Such a pathetic girl is this truly what would undo you?" He hissed into your ear useing more strength to really dig into your sensitive flesh igniting your nerves in a burning, aching pleasure.

Your pleading words melding together. You feard you werent even speaking common tongue at that point. Between the wails hissing begging and tight gasps you doubted your managed a single sentence.

"Poor thing, its barely even in, im not even fucking you with it" vaders words grew more teasing, more cruel and cold. Slowly he was uncovering yet another secret to his tiny would be lover. You enjoyed his cold harsh nature, the spitfull teasing and vicious mocking words.

"Im beginning to understand why you are so desperate" he watched carefully noting the way you tensed, your pussy momentarily fighting his thrusts. Youd tensed round the toy as he spoke. Your desperate heat eagerly suckling it, trying to stay stuffed for as long as it could.

"Ah thats it, you liked that? Such sweet noises. My voice? You like my cruel taunting dont you? Such a surprising little bitch, all this time i thought you were pure, virtuous" you shuddered, he changed his pace once more, twisting and turning in unpredictably savage thrusts. The wet sounds of your own lust grew embarrassingly loud. The coarse words being spat at you drawing you into higher frenzy.

Your cunt pulsed around the dildo he punished you with. Just when you thought you had tasted euphoria his thumb extended seeking out your burning clit. You choked on your breath, your lord scoffed flicking and rubbing your tender neglected bud with each harsh thrust into your weeping pussy. You trembled unable to stop the sounds pouring from you. You may have well be burning alive under his hands, your veins were lava and nerves scalding. Every touch, every brutal precise jerk of the toy drew you further and further into a boiling pool of lust, threatening to drown you. Every sensation raced along your body, setteling in your needy pussy. All you could do was try to hang on to sanity. Your hands aching useing your white knuckle grip to anchor yourself to reality.

"In all of my visits, never did i hear you talk or think about me in such a sinfull way. The other woman, they always spoke their vulgarity. But you were soo innocent" your lords voice swung from accusatory to mocking and back again. Hos words dripping in sin and filth he alsmost spat them at you with a spitfull delicious condemnation. All you cpuld do was wither and squirm on the bed, crying out for him with torn words and gruntal half plea's desperation soaking theough your bones into your very soul. It was delightful and torturous.

"But your not are you? Deep down your no better then a whore. A collection of holes that would galdly wet my cock" he hissed the viciously divine words at you. Eyes bruning into you even througn his mask you could feel him gazing at you. Taking in the sight of you coming completely undone. So close, so close you could taste the sweet release.

"My; no pleaseLOORD PLEA-vadeah! Fuck!fuuck!" You called for him, one hand reaching, grasing his cloak higher almost forcing him to len closer over you. Your tummy tensed, back arching wildy trying to buck against him seeking out the friction you desired. You squinted almost in pain at the overwhelming burn in your nerves, the tenderness of your clit as you trocked onto his gloved thumb harder and harder. It became a delectable pain, your body tried to find that final trigger, the last piece of the puzzle that would let you free fall into biss.

"Yes, i know i. Can sense it. Your ready to burst, want to burst. So wet, soo close. Yet im unsure you truly deserve it" your eyes opened, fear and ice doused your system when you registered his words. No. No he wouldnt be so cruel. He chuckled pressing his weight down on you the harsh carbon of his mask resting aginst your brow biting at the skin s he stared into your eyes. You could almost make out a tinted glowing iris behide the visor.

"Now that i think about it. No, you dont deserve it do you?" You ground out a mournful wail, a cry from your very soul as vader pulled away, straighteneing to his full height whilst also wrenching the toy from your depths leaaving you empty and unsatisfied.

"You, were a disrespectful little brat~" The words were accompanied with a wet stinging slap to your pulsing pussy. You yepled and tried closeing your legs, feebly trying to sheild yourself from him. You tried to cover yourself with a hand, eager to hide and finsh all at once. But your hands were slapped away, harsh red marks donning each one with warning.

It was then you burst into tears, bawling in shame nd need. Fat tears wetting your face as you sobbed in earnest. Unsure what he expected from you, your body slowly inching back from that all important finish you craved. All vader did was watch relishing his victory while you crumbled. It was stunning, the way your walls collapsed around you because of him. He wondered if this is how youd react if he did tie you to his bed like a hostage and toyed with you days at a time. He loved the sight of weeping broken women thatd do anything he dreamt for a warm cock in her belly.

"Oh dear you really are crying, did i stop? Was your lord cruel to you? I didnt let you finish did i? Can you blame me? To think you belived you were worthy of a reward, after such apalling behaviour" you sobbed movingnto grasp him again, willing him to show mercy and finish you off. Your mouth had a mind of its own, spewing promises and oaths, babbling nonsense pleadingnfor a chance to show him how good you can be, begging him to allow you to cum for him and only him.

But he stood firm, silently assessing you. His stance was stern and domineering, imovable. But behinde al, the bravado you could still feel the lustfull amusment in the air. He wanted you, you knew he did you could feel it. But he was just as hexd described. Cruel, and a cruel lord would always deliver a cruel punishment.

"What did you expect little one? Mercy? Thats awfully entitled for such a needy little harlot dont you think?" His words carried a weight to them, you realised there would be no changing his mind and cried out mournfully.

"Oh poor thing hush. I know you dont think so now but this is for the best, we must all learn to control ourselves" he prompted movingnto pat your head as you wept at the loss, the fire in your veins ebbing away leaving behind and ache, echoes of what could have been the best orgasm of your life.

You huffed, sniffling and pulled away, dipping your head from under his hand nd pawing at it with a pathetic scowl. He laughed at that finding the petulant display for lack of a better word; cute.

"Are you sulking? To think youd have me belive you didnt enjoy my torment when your bed is drenched" his hand raised motioning to the large dark spot on your sheets.

"Look, look at all this mess youve made. And you still wanted more? What makes you think i'll indulge a spoiled brat" You eyed them and flushed before subtly tryingnthe hide it with your covers, not wanting him to see it a second longer than necessary.

"Come up you get, i do not tolerate self pity and whining girl.Time to make your bed, we wouldnt want to sleep it in damp sheets;" you sent him a sour look, glowering at him with tinted cheeks. Your embarrassment and sexual frustration morphing into an odd bravery.

"Do not give me that look. This was your doing" vader scolded with an amused chuckle. He was pleased by your pout, your needy longing and pathetic cries mingling with stubborn grunts whines. But you acquiesced his command, standing on shakey legs one hand holding onto the bunk supporting yourself the other making quick work of straightening the bed, fixing the pillows and sheets neatly. Sniffling the entire time pawing at your face trying to stop the flow of tears.

"Very good pet, now climb back in" vader prompted pressing on hand to your back coaxing you forward. You drew a breath quickly climb forward, cringing as you sat in the wet patch youd left in the bed. You quickly shook off the feeling and looked up at your lord with anticipation. Maybe he was teasing earlier? Maybe he was trying to prove a point? Could your lord be about to grant mercy and finish what he started? You shivered, and peeked up at hi. Expectantly. Vader belowed a laugh drawing a frown from you.

"Oh dont look so hopefull girl, your not getting anything else this night. If i gave in to your mindless weeping now your lesson would not stick." his words were riddled with scoffs and bearly contained laughter as you deflated into another pout whining all the way. An invisible force curled around your jaw tilting you to stare at him.

"I will however make myself clear. The next time you feel the need, you will not take matters into your own hands. You are to report to me directly, i do not care when or where i am you will seek me out immediately" he inched closer, the grip on your jaw pressing you back to the wall, the pressure dropped untill your entire body felt the weight. He arched forward still hands landing beside you cageing you in. The force began to coiled around your neck tightening panic plucked at your heart, but he didnt let up. He continued to let his power seep over your form holding you still.

"And Should i find out you have not sought me out i will personally see to it you revisit this night, but as a public example of breaking the regulations. Am i clear?" The threat of his words weaved through your mind with heated tendrils. Images of you held down open and wanton, tormented by the sith for anyone to see made you tremble. The thought threatening to ignite you once more.

"Y-yes sir; my lord sir" the whispered before you could even realise what you were swearing to. Vader must have been pleased with you as he rleased you from his invisible grasp and backed away patting your head lightly as he rose to his full hieght.

"Very good. Do try to get some sleep" with a quick swish of his cape he was gone. The door closeing behinde him leaving you alone as if nothing had happened. You blinked drawing amheavy breath and slowly let it out. The only evidence he was there was the damp bedding and empty lust in your pussy. With that thought you quickly scrabbled to the side of the bed hopeing he'd forgotten to pocket your toy. He hadnt. Fuck.

You wandered the halls hands curling up into your sleeves anxiously plucking at the threads on the lining of your uniform. You knew people were casting you odd looks. They wonders why you were here. Hell you wondered why you were here?! Brave? Stupid? Crazy. Yeah thats the one crazy. After your encounter with lord vader you had been trying to fend off the ache, willing the fire in your loins to die. But no, your lords callous and cruel teasing had left you wanting more. he'd made your fantasy a reality and the sweet poisonous fruit was too much to bare. You craved it, craved him like never before. You swear you were addicted, suffering this heat and need was something youd only describe as a withdrawal. The need was all encompassing raw and painfull. And whats worse you think he knew, he'd stayed way from your sector, you couldnt help feel slighted. Was it a test? A punishment? Did he want you to seek him out? You truley didnt know. But after an entire two weeks of not seeing the glorious man you couldnt hold out anymore. Foolish of not you had to know if he was serious.

Which lead you here. Completely out of your comfort zone, surrounded by more important people bustling about the halls. Decorated officers with badges and pins proving loylty and ability. You were getting odd looks as you wandered aimlessly. You knew lord Vader was here today, the few you asked had told you as much.

You werent sure if you wished to find him quickly or not. Your mind was still debating the sanity of this idea of yours. But luckily... or unluckily you caught sight of him. He was in a meeting room, the door open giving you a clear veiw of his towering form. Not that he saw you yet he couldnt he had his back to you. You faltered for a moment. Maybe this was stupid? Where you really going to risk being killed over a possible night of sex? Was he worth dying for?

You pondered these thoughts, your feet shuffleing along the floor drawing closer to the huge imposeing sith. Slowing with each step you confidence drained. Finally you found yourself tiptoeing up behinde him. And then you stopped, hovering off to the side, half hiding behind the door frame deciding that you should atleast wait ptiently for him to finish his important conversation. Plus it also gives you a few more moments of sweet life if he does just off you.

You tried to disappear into the background, still wondering if this was a good idea. But as vader spoke to one of the many generals you never bothered to learn the name of, the general peeked around his lord drawing attention to you. His eyes narrowed considerably, clearly the man thought you inferior. Vader stood straighter and peaked over his shoulder curiously. You felt the moment he noticed you, his gaze burning you andnhis head tilted in what you hoped was curiosity.

You shifted on your feet for a few seconds before snapping into a salute and held yourself straight greeting lord vader professionally. He then spun on his feet now faceing you directly. All chatter seemed to die around you as lord vader held you in his gaze. The air seemed to be sucked from your lungs, your pulse deafening you. This was it.

"Yes girl" you drew a harsh breath at the name. It had an effect on you, you thought he may have used it on purpose to a,use himself. You swallowed and stood a little taller trying to ,uster all the courage you could, or at the very least not pass out.

"You- i mean? M-my lord? You said to err come find you... when i needed... when i felt y-you know?" You stuttered feeling yourself shrink smaller and smaller as lord vader gave you his undivided attention. The others around him eyed you curiously waiting to see if youd survive such a bumbling shit show as you stumbled on your words and became little more then a babbling idiot. Breaking your stand to gnaw on the cuff of your uniform nervously.

"Get that out of your mouth soldier" He ordered waving a hand over you comanding your arm down to your side with a harsh tug from the force. You squeaked nodding quickly mutter a tiny 'yes sir' The silence that followed was palpable, thick and tense. The only sound being that of lord vaders even breaths.

"Well?" For a moment you thought he had completely forgotten about you and the orders he left you with. Nothing in his voice or stance gave any hint to him recognising you. It was at that point dread began to set in, and you really began to sweat, tugging your sleeves nervously before elaborating.

"I-i came to you... like you said, I dont want to be made an example of sir..." you coaxed, trailing off trying to jog his memory whislt praying he had actually been serious and not been poking fun at you.

It was when he nodded to you that you finally relaxed. Thank god he had remebered your not sure how you would have coped if he hadnt and told you to remind him of your last encounter infront of everyone.

"My good girl, you were so polite. Your obedience pleases me greatly" your knees quivered as relief flooded you, luckily years of stress training kept you steady. Thank the maker for small mercies!You could have cried at his praise.

"I am proud of you,not only did you realise i was serious but took it upon yourself to follow my strict orders even when you were unsure and were willing to wait patiently. My lesson has served you well." Vader continued showering you with praise as he stepped closer to you, one hand reaching out and patting your head slightly which quickly turned into a strangely demeaning yet perfect petting of your hair.

Only you and your lord would understand this exchange. Only he could know the mix of condescending petting and stern pleased words would dampen your panties and turn you into his obedient wanton slut. The others gave you the side eye, frowns and sneers muttering under their breath.

"So much so you have earned yourself a proper reward this time. Come let us see to it immediately. I will not delay when you've proven to be such an obedient girl" your lord pulled back and swooped past you to exit the way you came. You spun quickly ready to follow him eagerly to where ever he saw fit, excitment coiling in your belly. Maybe youd get to finish this time? Oh god... what if he let you cum twice? Or more... fuck you couldnt wait. You practically vibrated with excitment as you hurried to keep up with your lord.

"But my lord i must insist you stay, we have things to discuss! More important then what ever this girl;" the general began chasing down the sith lord into the hall only to cut himself short as vader halted in his movements, you tensed thinking you may have been foolish to come up here. If looks could kill youd be buggered, the generals eyes burned into you, jealous rage in them. But his hatefull gaze quickly fell as lord vader began speaking, slow and angry. His voice coder annunciating each syllable in a spine chilling malice.

"You seem to think that you can determine my schedule general? Tell me am i not your lord? Do you not think i am more aware of what is of greater importance?" The sith lord hissed, your stomach flipped, somehow the display of power made your insides quiver. And not out of fear. Lust, raging heat flushing your system causing you to whimper almost soundlessly. Vader gave a soft huff in response he had heard your needy wordless plea. In a hopes to sooth you he pivoted on his feet and raised a gloved hand and capturing the nape of your neck coaxing you closer, fingers flexing against the soft skin possesively.

"This woman has fullfilled her duty, completed orders i gave to her personally and in secret. Do you think i would shirk my duty and postpone a meetingnfor trivial matters?" Vaders voice darkened with a hint of sarcasm, he was toying with the general. Pokeing at him with a metaphorical sharp stick for nothing more then his own amusment.

"No, no my lord please forgive me, i was not thinking;"

"Im sure you werent, fear not i am used to generals and their lapses in judgement. Luck is in your favor for my girls actions have put me in a good mood." You preened at that, feeling yourself stand a little straighter at the continued praise lord vader showed you. It made your tummy flutter. Yet the hand on your neck still squeezed every few seconds reminding you of his control over you.

"Next time you try to command me you may not be so lucky. Now if youll excuse me, I have matters to attend. Youd be wise to find a suitable solution to this issue alone. Should i be distributed in the next forty eight hours there will be severe consequences" and with that he turned away slowing his stride to allow you to walk beside him. His hand still secured on your neck. But you couldnt dwell on that, the only thing going through your mind was your lord had said he wanted to be undisturbed for forty eight hours. What the kriff? How the fuck are you going to keep going for that long?

[dorkfruit]

i put this together using my computer's trackpad so the new year is already starting out . bad .

posts: J | F | M | A | M | J | J | A | S | O | N | D

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reflections on the year, my plans for the future, some studies i did, and wips for the next year all down below for those who are interested

tldr; we will be ianthing next year so watch out!!

oh dear lord it's been another year. 2024! can you believe it! i don't talk much on this blog because i have a tendency to talk too much, but it's my little new year's treat, so here we go.

RECAP

i started taking drawing "seriously" in December of 2020, starting to do studies and stuff, and each year since i've ramped it up more and more. this year, i did. a lot of studies. there's probably like at least 200 more in my folder now (not including the 300 days worth of gesture drawings i did), with things like painting, faces, feet, poses, etc. anything i was struggling with, i went right into studying it. my art has been mediocre for a pretty long time now, and it's only the past few months where i feel i'm starting to get the hang of it, which is exciting!

more importantly, i started posting a lot more on this blog. i really like documenting my progress, looking on where i was before and seeing how i've improved. everytime i draw some fanart, im like, oooghh i can't wait to show my (: followers (: !! lots of locked tomb art of course. i've been trying to nail the energy of the different characters, which is why i enjoy books so much, because you get a lot of creative control. drawing ianthe is my fav of course, cause she's my lil nasty, but also i enjoyed doing designs for characters i hadnt thought about before, like judith.

in addition to the locked tomb, we had some new fandoms that got brief moments in between iantheposting: Fear and Hunger, Postal, Faith The Unholy Trinity, and a couple of old ones too, like We Have Always Lived In The Castle and The Merciless.

i posted about 115 times this year, although most of those are shitposts LOL i love posting stuff on my blog and showing people my stuff <3

THE FUTURE

my plans? do more ianthe art, of course. ill be working on more studies, probably going to work on developing a style, and figuring out how to paint. i'd like to do more actually finished pieces, but let's be honest, it'll still be mostly shitpost doodles. i'd like to do more weird stuff. i've been messing around with some gore and NSFW near the end of the year, and it's fun to draw for me. i like idk art that evokes some type of emotion, especially discomfort, and so i find that type of art fun to do, so if you don't enjoy what i've done thus far in that direction, perhaps this isn't the blog for you. i really like horror media, and so i want to do some stuff like that too.

for specifics, i like western type art, a comic book-esque style i'd like to aim for. but i'd like it to be a little more. weird with it. i find comic books often draw all the characters the same, and make all the characters traditionally attractive, and that's boring to me so i'll have to work on finding a way to keep things weird, while also appealing in a graphic sense. the worst thing my art could be is bland and forgettable.

locked tomb wise... more tridentarii art. need to be really weird with it. i have lots of wips planned, like i have a whole page worth of just thumbnails, so i wanna get some of those done. also i had a few animatics i wanted to do. mostly stupid shit, once i learn how to do animatics, then we'll do actual serious ones. id also like to do more comics. i have some comics storyboarded out with my girlies, i like telling a story so, need practice on that. id also like to develop a way to consistently draw them, for convenience sakes, so i'm not fighting for my life every single time i draw these characters. oh and i wanna do some outfit stuff. i draw them in like. generic clothes everytime but i'd like to come up with a few actual outfit designs, that i can just reference back to. and, of course, more shitposts. lots of stupid shit in 2024 for sure. there was something else i wanted to say here but i can't remember.

ART

oki enough rambling, here's some IMAGES for yall to look at i know everyone loves to look at images.

began this year by warming up with gesture sketches (almost) every day. i started with 20 poses (30 seconds each), and then in november i was like. ugh my hands suck i need to get better at hands, so i switched to doing 10 hand sketches (60 seconds each). i want my art to be very energetic so it's important that i do these !!

anatomy studies of extremities because i'm flopping at those -_- ive gotten better with hands but they're still a struggle. i hate feet tho still

need to get my painting game up. i joined an art forum to get advice, and the biggest suggestion i got was working on my values, so i did various value studies. also lots of faces because my faces flop !!

random doodles to work on drawing from imagination. on my "sketchbook" pages, as i like to call them, i'm usually pretty loose and messy, since the point is just to be drawing so often these will suck, but that's fine. i don't think very much when i draw faces on here either so they end up being in my Instinctive Style i suppose you could say

ianthe wip. i was planning to do a few drawings based on the idea of her having Missing Arm nightmares, but the lineart was intimidating to me so i haven't worked on this one more yet /: also there was going to be a toontown gay homosexual toxic yuri comic that i was gonna put here with it but the page is way too long so umm guess that'll have to wait.

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anyways. thank you for reading if you got to the bottom of this! i appreciate all the support that i've been getting lately (extra big kissies for the same like 5 people who always reblog my posts youre the best). and we will be ianthing soo hard in 2024 so watch out!!

[cryptid-moose]

Juliet tries to make Carlton know it’s safe to come out to her but it backfired horribly lol

Also here’s a panel I find funny from a part of the comic that was too boring to leave in:

Transcript under cut cause dear lord i need to go back to writing in those practice-your-handwriting kindergarten books (Im deffo using the word transcript wrong)

Image 1: Juliet: Hey Carlton? Carlton: Mhm? Juliet: I just want you to know that if you were gay I'd support you Image 3: Carlton: WHAT MADE YOU THINK I WAS GAY??? Image 4: Juliet: No No No! I don't actually think you're gay!! Juliet: ...Ok no thats a lie.. Image 5: Carlton: Oh my god... Juliet: Are you mad at me? Carlton: O'Hara i had a WIFE! Juliet: Well that didn't exactly work out- Image 6: Juliet: Carlton I am so sorry... Carlton: I don't want to have this conversation w/ you Juliet: right ok

[bibuckagenda]

Bridgerton season 3 episode 4 rant following:

Oh pen Colin is your soulmate it’s okay he’s getting there I swear

Spill your secrets Colin bridgerton

What kind of midseason hellish cliffhanger are we gonna have

Ben wants to fuck and he GETS to fuck

You read me too well love them

Yes quiet man kilmartin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was wondering if they would set this up so sterling can happen

Colin put the pining away and get your girl because she is charming debling right now

He says and if I left you behind what would you do

Practical???? Practical???? SHE DESERVES LOVE

Pen no I’m gonna fucking screa

COLIN BRIDGERTON

Sequence where he can only think of pen when

Paying for it my dear boy girl kissing

Aaahhh Fran is so flustered I love them stop it

He’s stunned oh no baby girl Fran

Nuanced Cressida

Gross locker talk

He really said fuck you

Oh no is he going to ask did he already ask I’m gonna vomit

Portia I need you to actually be a mother for exactly 1 minutes

Love she could want love Portia I hate you with all my being

Colin you need to do some ruining like compromise your girl

Omg Violet yes tell him TELL HIM LET HIM PREVENT IT

Ballet baby

What is in her hair and how did she do that

Perhaps the play will inspire my lovers

He wrote on her card you guys oh no Colin where ARE YOU

Garden watered

Slow burn get this man to talk to Colin too

Second act you two should fuck

Ah Ben still wants to fuck

Cressida and Eloise kiss wait what

COLIN

Aaaah tell him not to mess with dear Violet oh my god

Kilmartin got rizz

Yea comin go GET HER

Oop rejected

Oh he’s putting it together across the street omg

Chase after her pleas Colin omg

No poor baby girl

Carriage carriage CARRIAGE

Oh Fran is giddy

I’m about to go out of the window if I don’t see Polin kiss one more time before the mid season finale

Omg confession please I’m gonna sob

Omg

Omg

ONG

Omg

Kiss now

Kiss please

YEA YES YEA EYSHAKZJHSHAHSHDHHDXJDJDJDJDJDJDHDHDHDJDJDJDJFJFJFJFJFJJDJDHFHSJSSJJSJDJDJDJDJDJDJDDJDJDJJDJDKDKDKDKDKDKDKFKFKFKFKKCFKKFKDKDKDKFKFKFKDJDHSHSHSHSHSBXBXHHXBXBXBJDIALAJSVSVEJEHXUDH

Oh the way he looks at her I’m blushing FUCK

Shoulder!!!! OH FUCK ME NO FUCK EACHOTHER IM GASPING

Gnawing at the bars to my cage please dear lord

He waited for consent I’m gonna leave the planet

OH

OH UH

Laughing cute in love kissing babies MARRY ME

Say it

OH

AAAHAHAHAHAHAH IM GONNA BARF BO I HAVE TK WAIT SO KONG BOOKII

NO THE OREVIEW RETURN OF ANTAGONISTS EL

[thatonesimpforlegiteveryman]

omg ninjago💖 would you write for garmadon perhaps? like romantic headcanons pretty please (also the post for pokemon voice headcanons sounds really cool!)

Garmadon x reader

Headcanons

Author's note- I'm not sure I understand the attraction to Garm but I hope you enjoy my dear anon ♡

♡ When THE Lord Garmadon moved in with you and your brother, Vinny, you expected to look outside to see pigs flying

♡ You didn't believe him when he said that he wanted to be a better person, but you decided to give him a chance

♡ As he was living with you, you realized he really was quite a gentleman

♡ In his own odd way

♡ You and Vinny had split what to teach him among each other; it was your job to teach him about positive emotions

♡ Once you got to love you decided to take him out on a fake date

♡ You didn't mean to actually enjoy the date, but you did

♡ These "fake" dates began to turn real for you

♡ At the end of one of your practice dates he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into an awkward kiss

♡ It still left you at a loss for words

♡ Garmadon had seen that on TV and wanted to give it a try

♡ You realized that you knew what your next lesson would be on 😏

End notes- THIS IS TERRIBLE IM SO SORRY, but if you did enjoy or even if you agree with me thank you for reading and God bless ♡

[ayan0thegl1tch]

Lord have mercy on me

@im-a-simp898 You have been affecting me with your weirdness >:[

So I had this dream...about me, Cria, and a fucking demon. Don't worry I'll give you the context soon enough, just read this.

I stared wide-eyed at the deep red shade of skin before me- well, was it even skin? Scales? You don't know. All you knew was: Fuck, this is where I die, huh? About to sell my soul to the devil?

And then it spoke. And oh god did it feel like the entire world was shaking with each breath it took.

"Greetings, mortal. I am here to make you a deal."

I didn't respond. How could I, after all? A ungodly(literally) creature from the depths of hell is in front of me.

"You are aware of your dear friend Cria's suicidal thoughts, yes?"

I nodded shakily, slowly.

"If you are to give me your soul, I will remove them. I will make it so she no longer has any more intrusive thoughts."

And my fear disappeared in that instant.

"Wait really?"

It stared at her, confused and irritated.

"Did you not hear what I just said? I will-"

"HOLY SHIT REALLY!? OMG HERE!"

And with that, she stabbed herself right then and there and pulled out a floating heart. It illuminated the space with a white light, changing between growing brighter and darker...

"Takeitnowtakeitnowtakeitnow"

The demon stared at her in a mixture of disbelief and confusion, maybe even some fear.

"I uh...actually, I don't want it anymore."

The demon was yanked forward in the next second, and the glowing ball of light was practically fucking shoved down his throat. Well, it was, and the demon was left a coughing and choking mess convulsing on the floor.

"Now do it! Remove the thoughts!"

Her eyes, though sprakling, held a sense of eeriness that had the demon scurrying away backwards like a crab, rapidly snapping its fingers to get away. But when it blinked again, she was right in front of it again, staring down. It let out an ear-piercing screech that made the birds fly away from the trees, cowering in fear.

[bouqetofmemes]

ew, pedophile

Warning: pedophilia here

Y/n and Ciel were riding in a carriage heading to the townhouse in London

You ignored the small conversation Ciel and Sebastian were having while walking into the house and heading upstairs You opened the door to see madam red, Lau, and grell looking for tea "I'm going to take a nap..." Y/n walks out and goes to her room

"Y/n, Y/n, wake up, we're going somewhere.." Ciel shook Y/n awake "Alright, alright, stop shaking me so roughly." Y/n swatted Ciel away

"Sorry my boy, I'm afraid a crime scene like this is no place for a child." "Now why don't you just run along home." "We're here to see the victims body." Ciel said "The body! Surely your kidding me?" "Abberline!" A detective walked towards them "Well, if it isn't Lord Phantomhive." Y/n then walked from behind Sebastian to clutch onto ciels arm "And Lady Phantomhive." "Now what are you doing here?" The detective put his attention back on Ciel "You know these kids, sir?" "We're here to help sir Arthur." "Seems your investigation is dragging a bit." "You know who sent us of course." Ciel then held up a letter Ciel then snatched the papers to look at the clues "It seems you haven't found any major clues yet." Y/n then took the paper to see the details Sir Arthur then snatched the paper from Y/n's hands, giving her multiple paper cuts "We at Scotland Yard are more than capable of handling this case, I assure you." "There no need for you to interfere." "Splendid. Shall we go Y/n, Sebastian, let's go put something on those paper cuts yes?" Ciel said holding his hand out for y/n Y/n then took his hand and walked with him

"Now what dear?" Madam red asked Ciel "Now we go see someone who may be of useful." "My lord! You mean—" Lau said shocked "Yes, indeed."

"So, where are we?" "You don't know? Then what was that all about?" 'I'm starting to get a headache.' Y/n then went to get comfy in a chair and dozed off

Y/n got woken up by the undertakers loud laughter "SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP, IM TIRED!" Y/n yelled, then she fell back asleep

Y/n then woke up in madam reds lap, being cradled like a baby She then saw Sebastian open the door, then leave "He's know that we're moving right!?" Madam red asked

"Sebastian will take care of it for now." "We can head home and have a cup of tea while we wait."

"The viscount druit." Sebastian started "He graduated from medical school but has never gone into practice." "Lately, he's thrown several parties at his home, but behind the scenes these are the soirées are secret gatherings only his intimates may attend." " I've heard that he's into black magic and those occult sort of things." "So your suspicion is that he's holding these parties is to perform ritualistic sacrifices of local prostitutes?"

"Tonight is the last party of the season." A gentle man opened the door and took your hand to help you get down, then did the same for Ciel "Which means this is our last chance." Y/n said

"Ciel and Y/n will be my nieces visiting from the country, and Sebastian will be their tutor." Madam red said happily "And just why do I have to act like your niece?!" Ciel asked "Because dear, I've always wanted girls!" Madam red replied "Your kidding me!" "Well then, that's one point for me." Y/n said, flipping her hair off her shoulder "You don't want them knowing your Phantomhives, now you do?" Madam red asked, leaning towards you both "Besides I've heard that lord Druit has an eye for any pretty little thing in a skirt, and we do want to catch his eye right?" Madam red asked "By any means necessary. You do remember saying that, do you not sir."

"First things first we need to locate this murderous viscount." "Atleast Elizabeth isn't here." Ciel said "I would never want her to see me like this."

"Oh, that dress is so adorable!" 'I'm going with madam red...' Y/n thought, not wanting to be bothered by Elizabeth's words like 'your so beautiful, I have some more dresses that can make you even more beautiful!'

Ciel and Sebastian came over to see that you were getting kissed on by the hand and madam red

Y/n was the most beautiful thing in the room, catching almost everyone's eye Like a diamond surrounded by rocks

'Ciel is near the viscount Druit, I need to get there quickly.' Y/n walked away from madam red and towards Ciel

"Brother, you look exhausted, are you alright?" Y/n whispered "Yes I am, don't worry about me." Ciel said, standing straight

(Clapping) "Your dancing is exquisite like a lovely little robin, my sweet lady. And you are the most beautiful thing in the room, almost everyone is jealous of you, my gem." Said the viscount Druit

"Young mistresses, allow me to fetch you something to drink." "Uh, good evening, my lord Druit." The viscount walked towards you both and held both of your hands "I do hope your enjoying the party, my little robin and gem." "Oh, it's just lovely, everybody is just dashing, it makes me quite jealous." Y/n said, covering for Ciel

"But, my lord, we've been waiting to speak with you all evening..." Ciel said, rubbing a part of his skirt "Oh?" "We're bored to death by dancing and eating." "What spoiled princesses, you are my little robin and gem." Said lord Druit, holding you both by the waist "Looking for something more entertaining?" Asked the man, letting his hands slide down to your hips

"You know of other amusements. We'd be most interested." Ciel asked "Of course. I'd be happy to show them to you, my robin, and gem." Said the man, grazing his finger on your lips "My sweet little things." "Oh, really? Like what?"Y/n and Ciel asked "You want to know?" "Yes, we're simply dying to my lord." Y/n said, clutching onto the viscounts arm "You both might be a bit young yet." "Oh, please, we're lady's not little girls my lord." Said Y/n, pressing herself against the viscount more

Then Sebastian announced the magic show would begin

"My lord we've seen more than enough parlor tricks." Ciel said, batting his eyelashes "Can we go?" "Please?" Y/n asked, caressing the viscounts shoulders "Yes, anything for you my sweets." Then you guys headed to a room

"We're going somewhere I'm sure you both will find very amusing." "I know I do. Please." When you both walked in, you both fainted on the spot and woke up in a cage, blindfolded

"Their eyes are both different colors, but that will add to their unique attraction." "The one in blue is surely beautiful and will make a fine toy." 'Am I being sold off?' 'Where's Ciel? I don't want to be sold! I just want Ciel! Where's big brother?!' Then someone removed your blindfold You opened your eyes to see people already bidding for you both

When you looked at the crowd the Prices immediately went up "30,000!" "50,000!" "Sebastian, come get us now." Ciel ordered

Sebastian came and knocked everyone out He then opened your and Ciels cage and you ran into Ciels arms

"Oh, brother, I thought I was going to be sold off for good and would never see you again!"

"Don't scare me like that ever again!" You said, hugging Ciel tighter "I won't, don't worry, as long as your my sister, nothing will change." Ciel caressed your head

"Jack the ripper strikes again?!" You can Ciel we're shocked 'How, I thought he caught him yesterday?'

So I got bored and was like, hmm, Y/n will be able to make demands too 😈 So Ciel ordered Sebastian to make a contract with you, and yes he will take your soul like he will take Ciels, and you have the contract on your eye but it shows mostly on its own and when your near Ciel

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