#every inch ☠️

[toxicanonymity]

omg the way every inch makes me drool idk what u did to me i haven’t been the same since 😃 ur so talented i owe u my kidney for that fic alone ! would ever consider part two?? no pressure !!!

EVERY INCH 2

2200 words, m!ghostface x f!reader

follows Every Inch. NEXT: Every inch 3

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: He's never unmasked. He is night walks coded. Thank you for all the love on my first Ghostface fic. This was a "one shot fail" because of your engagement & enthusiasm. WARNINGS: I8+ piv, noncon, he calls himself daddy, voyeurism, dirty talk, masturbation, knifeplay, hair pulling, manhandling, choking kinda, degradation, pet names. NO USE OF Y/N. 

SUMMARY: Last time you saw ghostface, he was unconscious from the car wreck and you had your way with him. Now, he's coming to take what's his.

You've put Ghostface behind you, at least in terms of fearing for your life. He's finally left you alone. He must be too humiliated to face you after you restrained him and had your way with him in the car while he was passed out. You still look at the picture you took every day.  You'd like to get it printed and stick it on your bathroom mirror.  He looks so pathetic with his own mess all over his robe. But it's not just the humiliation you love to see. It's his cock. . .

Yeah, his cock.  You've thought about it more than a few times. He would've given you every inch. All you had to do was ask. And the video of him whimpering? You save that for special occasions. Like when you need to cum in a hurry. 

It's Friday night and you're lying in bed after getting home from seeing a movie.  You make sure your vibrator is charged before you start reading, but soon enough you get distracted.  You're looking at your video of Ghostface coming all over himself when a call pops up on the screen. No ringtone.  Your phone is still on silent from the theater.  

The restricted number still makes your heart jump even after such an empowering victory. But you rip the bandaid off and answer it on the first ring. "Hello?"

"So... how'd you like the movie?" the voice changer asks you. 

You panic and hang up, but when he calls right back, you answer again. "This isn't funny, whoever you are."

"You know it's me, baby. You feel it in your. . . pants."

"What do you want?"

"I asked how you liked the movie." 

Friday night. Lucky guess. You know he’s not going to let it go, so you might as well answer. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of acting aghast that he knows what you did tonight.  "Fine, I liked it. It was fun,” you say dismissively. 

"Picked a bad time to refill your drink. . .  Missed a great kill."

Your heart jumps. ". . .you were there?" The theater wasn't even that crowded. How could he go undetected? Surely you would have recognized something about a man you rode into oblivion. 

He's bemused. "What, you thought I was gone? Nowhere?”

"wishful thinking," you reply. 

Ghostface says, “Oh, we both know what you really wish for. . .”

You’re not even going to argue. 

“How was your date?" 

"How was yours with your hand?" You retort.

"You didn't look interested.” 

"What, are you gonna ask me out?" Your face heats up as you hear your own words.

"Not tonight. 'Cause you've got a date with that toy and my picture, don't ya?”

You freeze. 

He taunts, "Want a third wheel?"

You ask, "How long have you been watching me?"

"Never stopped, sugar." You feel like a fool for thinking he had. “I’ve just been a little. . . distracted.” 

You scoff. 

". . . Okay, did you call just to talk?"

"Wanted some audio with my visual this time."

"Pervert."

“oh I'm the pervert," he chides. Your face is burning up.

"You know, you’ve still got something of mine.”  His knife. You’ve hid it somewhere special.  “Keep comin’ for it. . .but don’t wanna interrupt you.”  

You look out your window, which faces the woods.  "Cause you put on a good show, baby." There’s never been a reason to close the curtains.  You preferred to see danger coming. Danger like him. A lot of good that’s done you. 

“You’re a creature of habit, aren’t you?” 

Are you that predictable?  

“Lucky for me,” he adds darkly.  His breathing becomes audible.  “Oh, you like this, don't you . . . knew ya would. . .  .  .Dripping already.” His voice is steady through the equalizer, but his speech pattern tells you his dick is hard. And god damn if he isn’t turning you on. 

“Dip a finger and show daddy how wet you are.” 

Before you know it, you're doing it. You don’t show him, but you curiously dip you fingers and pull apart the clear string of of your arousal

“Two fingers . . let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”  You lie there clenching your thighs together. 

“Ah, fuck it. Go ahead, turn it on,” he says but you don’t move. You clench your thighs together.  “Turn it on,” he repeats firmer, and something possesses you to turn your vibrator on. 

“Yeah, that’s it . . .”

You don’t even need the picture now, or the video, or your reading. But you don’t exactly want to let him make you come this fast. 

He sighs and says, “You’ve got a nice, juicy pussy." He spits, which the voice changer doesn’t process.

You close your eyes and recall what it felt like impaling yourself on his cock. 

"You don't have to say it," he reassures you menacingly. "I know I’ve got a nice cock.” 

He’s right about that.  You close your eyes as you touch yourself.  You’re too horny to think straight, but in the back of your mind, you try to tell yourself he killed your friends. He killed your friends. It doesn’t make you any less turned on. You sigh in shame at yourself. How does Ghostface have you wrapped around his finger?

“Oh, it’s only natural, baby. This cock’ll fuck you right up.” God, why does that turn you on? “In the guts and the head.” 

"Real shame I wasn’t awake.” He breathes heavily for a few seconds. "Coulda been even better for you.” 

You fail to suppress a moan as heat is bubbling in your core. 

“Yeah. . .Can’t stop thinkin' about this cock, can ya?” 

You turn up the intensity of your vibe. 

“Not everyday someone takes every inch of this.” He moans weakly then spits again. “Filthy girl.  Swallowed it right up.” 

“So tell me, sugar," his breathing is even heavier now. "How do you want it?”

“What if i don’t” you lie, then gasp at the tension in your core.

“Then why’d you take it,” he says with a bite and the heavy breathing stops. 

“Because,” you pant. “It was there.”

You’re getting close.  “How do you want me,” you self-loathingly ask. He doesn’t answer. You look at your phone and he’s gone. Shit. You open the video you took of him and as soon as you hear him whimper, your body jerks as the tension bursts inside you. As soon as you finish pulsing, the regret hits you like a tidal wave. So fucked up. Soooo disgusting.  You need a shower. 

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You take a long, hot shower, listening to music. You sigh, feeling a little better already. You turn off the water.

“Soaking wet. That’s how I want you.” You freeze and the only sound is the dripping water for a few seconds while the song changes.  

“Come on, you’re smarter than this.” The voice changer echoes through your bathroom and you almost fall over. “What’s next? Going down to the basement?”

You stand silently in the shower with your heartbeat echoing in your ears.  There’s nothing you can do.  You squat down, hugging your knees.  There’s no good option.   

The shower curtain slowly draws open and he looms above you.

“My turn, baby."  The glint of a knife–your own kitchen knife–catches your eye. He tilts his head slightly and observes you for a moment.  Then he pulls your hair and violently forces you to your feet. You begin to slip and he catches you, then manhandles you out of the tub and you whimper. You’re thrashing around wet and naked.  He drags you to the bathroom sink and puts you between him and the sink, both of you facing the mirror. He reaches out and wipes the mirror with his robe to make sure you can see. 

The sight is surreal. You’re completely nude with Ghostface up against you.  One gloved hand cups your breast while the other raises the knife.  He stays behind you and holds your own kitchen knife to your throat.  

He inhales audibly. “So clean and so filthy.”  

You elbow him in the gut. “Let go of me.” 

“Afraid not, baby. . .” The hand leaves your breast and slides lower.  He presses on your hip, bringing you tight against him. “Too late now.” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak. 

He holds you still with just one of his big arms as you struggle.  “Coulda had it how ya wanted.” 

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen. 

“Now you’re gonna take it right here.”  He keeps you pinned to the counter, the arm with the knife holding you still while he lifts his robe and tugs his PJ pants down.  “You’ve put me behind you after all.”  He jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick.  He lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and your stomach, dipping into your belly button on its way down to your mound. Then he holds it handle-up and teases your cunt with the flat of the knife as you watch in the mirror. The cold metal sends a shiver down your spine and you watch your nipples harden.

“Who are you?”

“Your favorite bad guy. Ask me a. . . harder one.” He grinds himself against you.

“What do you want?”

“To know what your insides feel like.” You suck in a deep breath and register the smell of weed as his cock twitches against your bare skin. “When I’m awake,” he adds. 

He pries your legs apart with his knee, then his glove brushes your inner thighs as he aligns his cock at your entrance. “Oh you’re ready ready,” he says. He notches himself with the thick head of his cock resting snug against your wet little hole, then he holds you tight and shoves himself into you with a sigh.  You have to try not to moan with the most welcome stretch. “Hell yeah,” the mask says into your ear. Thank God you’re so wet, because there is a lot of him. He pulls back, then slams into you, bottoming out with a grunt then another sigh. You watch your face in the mirror and try to wipe the enjoyment off it. 

The hand with the knife rests against your chest as he pounds you. “You’re lucky you’re so hot.” You want to memorize the feeling of his cock inside you so you can come to it later instead of giving him the satisfaction right now.  He pants as he thrusts into you harder.  “So. . .damn. . . hot.” You look down watching your breasts jiggle as he rails you. “I don’t think so. . . baby.” He grabs your chin and makes you look back up at the mirror. Your drooping eyelids give away how good you feel. 

“Take it like a bad girl.” He grunts and brutally fucks you in the way you’re afraid only he can. No, no, you shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like this. “A real bad girl.” A climax is gathering in your lower belly.  “Cock hungry little slut,” he bites and it makes you twitch. “This pussy’s mine now, you know.” 

He buries himself inside you for another minute and makes it rough. “Now or never baby," he pants. “Know you wanna come on this cock.” God, you do. “Do it now.”  He slams into you harder than ever and groans as he begins to pulse inside you.  You can’t stop it. The feeling of his climax trips you into your own.  Your needy cunt chokes his cock, milking him of an unfathomable load.  He fucks you through it and your body jerks into his imposing, robed form. His cum is in every crevice of your core.  You can’t help but moan and sigh.

“Good girl,” he says.

His cock slides out of you, leaving a void that slowly caves in on itself. He tucks it back into his pants. 

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Ghostface forcibly positions your chin to take one last look in the mirror. Then he picks up your phone from the counter and forces you to swipe the camera on.  He points it at the mirror and says, “say cheese.” He tosses your phone back on the counter, then slams you chest-first into the back of the door with an impact. He holds the knife to the side of your neck and says, “you’re welcome.” He really smells like weed.

“Now where’s my knife.”

“I don’t have it,” you claim. 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“What’s so special about it?”

“It’s mine.” 

“The cops have it.” 

“No they don’t. Why are you lying?”

You’re not really sure. He presses the flat of the knife so hard against your throat you start to choke. “Okay,” you manage hoarsely. He lets you breathe.  You look behind him toward the toilet. 

He drags you by the elbow to the toilet. He opens the back of it and the knife is wrapped up in a grocery bag. “You watch too many movies,” he says. He pushes you out of the way, opens the door, and leaves. The song turns to Call Me by Blondie.

NEXT: PART 3

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Please engage (reblog/comment)  if you want more of this <333 It might go a long way in motivation.

Yes this is my night walks coded ghostface but I think most people reading this don't know what night walks is lol.

Call Me:This Blog::Red Right Hand:Canon. But in this case it especially makes sense 🥹

@hearteyed-shawty had a song rec last time: I'm Yours by Isabel Derosa.

Slasher master list

@ghostslittlegf @sunflowerleii @igotmajordaddyissues @rileyquinn07

[a-killer-obsession]

i am here to ask about your kid pirate kink headcanons. SPILL THE BEANS!

Bless you 🙏 like a cursed genie, I have been freed

Now presenting:

☠️Kid Pirates ☠️

Kink Headcannons 😳

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

Kid

Pretty even switch, openly acts like a top, but secretly prefers to be a bottom

When he's a top: spanking, hair pulling, deep throating, restraints, knife and bloodplay, spitting, forced orgasm, somnophilia, free use.

He'll convince you to keep a metal egg in your pussy, and he'll use his devil fruit to vibrate it at the worst possible times just to laugh at you. He loves to make you blush.

He has no trouble putting his hand down your pants in the middle of a bar, pulling you out to a alley and fucking you against the cold wall. Someone catches you? He ain't stoppin'

When he's on the recieving end: restrains (specifically seastone), shibari (but its gotta be red cord or he will SCREAM), being a fucking brat, pegging, praise, degradation, pain (but don't be a pussy about it, if you're gonna hit him then fucking hit him). He wants you to spit on him, call him a pig, beat the shit out of him and fuck his ass till hes screaming. Hell, you can even piss on him if you want, whatever you want as long as he feels like a used piece of meat by the end of it

He loves to show off when he's being a top, so he often invites Killer, whether to join or just to watch him fuck, especially if it's Killer's girl

Absolutely has a breeding kink, no cum is wasted with this man, he's putting it inside you raw and if it starts leaking out, he's pushing it back in

Killer

Top, but he doesn't mind being a bottom on occasion. Also enjoys just taking things in equals and going with the flow

Forced orgasm, hair pulling (giving and receiving), restraints, sense deprivation, brat taming (especially Kid). He knows a million different ways to tie beautiful shibari and he'll do it even just to see you wear it casually around the bedroom, or even under your clothes in public. He's got a box under his bed full of toys - blindfolds and cuffs and tools to inflict pleasurable pain

He wants to use tools to smack your ass till the skin breaks, if you can handle it. Your comfort and needs are the most important thing to him. His #1 priority is making you cum over and over till you pass out

He loves to force a orgasm from you in public, to test you, see if you can keep quiet and not get caught

Loves to watch other men fuck you, whether or not you even know he's there, quietly standing in the corner palming himself while you're getting railed. He also loves to play the part of a intruder taking you by force, always prediscussed and consenting of course

I mentioned in my other post that he cums a lot, and its got some spray and distance to it. He takes full advantage of that, you're not leaving his room without a shower unless you wanna walk around absolutely coated in cum

King of aftercare though, he's always gonna end the night bathing you so very softly, laying tender kisses over your body and attending to your every need

Late addition someone reminded me off and I don't know how I forgot cos AGREED, this man absolutely loves to eat pussy, its the most important meal of the day

Heat

Bottom, but he'll top if you reallllly want him to

Please call him a good boy, please call him a good boy, PLEASE CALL HIM A GOOD BOY

Seriously, this man eats up praise, but he does like being treated like a piece of meat on occasion

Facesitting, squirting right on his face or cock, watersports, roleplay, pegging, cock rings, edging (he's been such a good boy please let him cum), wax play, choking

Somnophilia, but he'll always be so apologetic afterwards. He just can't help himself when you're laying there looking so fucking sexy

He's gonna worship every inch of your body till you're absolutely begging him to just fucking put his dick in you already

If he's really, really good maybe you'll let him cum on your feet (yes I am a firm believer in the common headcannon that Heat likes Feet)

Wire

The toppest top to ever top, don't even THINK about making him your bottom. This man is a experienced dom through and through

In fact, he's the most experienced of all the Kid Pirates, so if you want a orgy he's the man to talk to, and he's gonna make sure everyone is safe and comfortable, and everyone knows the safeword or colour system. He's gonna make sure everyone gets the aftercare they need as well (and has absolutely chewed out Kid on more than one occasion about it, for both forgetting to give aftercare and refusing it himself)

He loves to inflict pain, he loves to see you bound and gagged, he loves to see you being thrown around between multiple partners. He won't fuck you though till you've cum at least five times, because as I mentioned in my previous post, the man is BIG, hes not going to inflict pain on you like that, never like that. You'll be too fucked out and gaping to notice any pain by the time he's gracing you with his fat cock

Truly he doesn't care that much about getting off, he prefers to help others get off. He likes being in control of your orgasms, and he'll edge you if you don't behave exactly how he orders you to. You'll cum when and if he allows it

He's willing to give anything a go as long as it's getting you off and everyone consents, but controlling multiple subs at once is his favourite. His go to is usually Heat and a girl, ordering them around like they themselves are tools to make each other cum till they're both a pile of jelly

Killer learned everything he knows about topping from Wire

Please tell me if you have a headcannon I missed, infect me with your sexy sexy brain worms, maybe they'll make it into a fic 👀

[aleksanderscult]

I love, love so much your blog! I recently finished Shadow and Bone trilogy and my head is like no thought, only Darklina xD So I'm really glad to have found this blog and read your thoughtfull meta!

I have so many thoughts about the trilogy (I've read SoC dualogy but I'm not that big of fan) so I will start with this question: What do you think was the purpose of the donkey dream sequency in S&S? I mean this:

Are they very poor? I ask Ana Kuya.

Not so poor as others.

Then why doesn't he buy a donkey?

He doesn't need a donkey, says Ana Kuya. He has a wife.

I'm going to marry Alina, Mal says.

Then Alina has another dream, where she's the girl but then floats to the sky, leaving the salt behind her.

While reading it, I thought it as a metaphor her being afraid of being with Mal, of becoming ordinary girl and being shackled to him. But with the ending of the trilogy, her losing powers and marrying Mal, didn't she just do that? What do you think LB intented to with this scene? I'm interested knowing your interpration.

Thank you so much, sweet anon! And welcome to this fandom!❤️❤️ You remind me of myself as I was almost a year ago. Be warned though: this suffering will never end. 🥲

Admittedly, I haven't analyzed this scene. Probably because it's too weird and painful.

This couple that they see on the road can really bring Malina flashbacks to the reader.

The man is joyful, carefree, whistling away without a care. He's every inch of Mal from the moment he's been introduced to us.

The woman is tired and struggling. She's Alina carrying this power inside of her without knowing it.

The man doesn't seem to care that his wife is exhausted. The same way Mal didn't seem to care when Alina was sick and dragging her feet. There is this obvious subordination that Mal wants to replicate. Unwillingly or not, Leigh Bardugo really kept Mal's character canon with this vision: he always wanted Alina to depend on him, not to have her own independence.

One could say that his statement "I'm going to marry Alina" is irrelevant with the previous conversation but it does look very suspicious, doesn't it? Mal, a mere child now, seeing this couple and finding it normal for the man to dominate his wife. Was he influenced by such scenes and therefore found them normal?

This scene could be interpreted as Baghra giving advice to Alina regarding her powers and what happens if you suppress them.

But still, why does it kinda look like the same "Have power but only so much as" shit again.

And to be grateful for what? For being a Grisha? Or maybe for having enough strength without needing to search for the remaining amplifiers.

Just like I said in the beginning, these scenes are really sad. For a woman to be compared to a donkey, for a young boy that wants to marry her and (very) possibly treat her that way makes you feel depressed inside. Especially if the reader is a woman too.

The first memory could be real. Or (and I lean on this interpretation) Alina unconsciously conjured a metaphor of how her relationship is with Mal. Deep down she knows how things really are (Mal is the master and Alina just a weak girl trying to catch up on this connection by suppressing the thing that keeps her healthy) but she pushes these things aside, deludes herself and clings on her love for him. The same way she did when she lost her powers. Just look what she said in "Rule of Wolves" to the Darkling. "I am happy. You never saw me this way". Meanwhile Alina's mental state: ☠️☠️

But how Bardugo thought about this scene? That Mal just made an innocent, romantic comment that didn't pass the vibe check. I'm very sure that she didn't want him to be sexist here (she cares about this character too much to spoil his reputation) but she bamboozled herself and made him look like a little prick. Ana Kuya's comment "He doesn't need a donkey. He has a wife" probably reflects the sexist world that Leigh created. Which, by the way, would be fine if she had only let her protagonist break away from these kind of "chains" and find her own power and purpose inside this story *gestures towards George R. R. Martin's female characters*.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Twenty-Seven

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: Violence, Blood.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~2.8k

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Shanks grips the railing of the Red Force, his knuckles white. The wind whips through his hair, but the usual thrill of sailing is absent. His crew moves with a sense of urgency, each member aware of the stakes. They’ve lost sight of the marine ship, and every second you and Yumi are in Collins' hands feels like an eternity.

Benn approaches, his face set in a grim line. "We've got word from the villagers. They say the ship headed southeast, towards Blackthorn Island."

Shanks narrows his eyes at the horizon. "Then we head southeast." His voice is cold, clipped. There’s no room for error. Not now.

Benn nods, understanding the gravity of Shanks' mood. He barks orders to the crew, and they scramble to adjust the sails and course. The ship tilts as it veers in the new direction, cutting through the waves with purpose.

Every muscle in Shanks' body is tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap. He can’t shake the image of your face from his mind—the way your eyes sparkled with defiance and determination. You had your arguments, your tensions about your future, now you were gone and heading toward the hands of the one man Shanks swore to protect you from.

Damn you, Collins.

He slams his fist against the wooden railing, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness wash over him. The commodore had always been a shadow lurking since he had thrown you over his shoulder and sailed off with you, but now he was a tangible threat. Shanks could handle threats to himself; he’d faced countless dangers in his life as a pirate. But this was different. This is personal.

"Captain," Yasopp calls out from above in the crow’s nest. "Still no sight of them."

Shanks grits his teeth. "Keep looking."

His mind races with possibilities—none of them good. Collins knew about you and him now; there’s no telling what kind of revenge he might seek. Shanks' heart aches at the thought of you in pain or scared because he couldn’t protect you. At least Collins wanted, needed, you alive and well.

"We'll find her," Benn says quietly beside him, sensing his turmoil.

"We have to," Shanks replies, his voice barely more than a growl. "I won't let that bastard lay another finger on her."

The sea stretches out before them, vast and unforgiving. But Shanks is undeterred. He would scour every inch of it if that’s what it took to bring you back safely. He had a promise to keep.

Shanks' jaw tightens as he paces the deck, each step a battle to keep his anger in check. The crew works with an intensity that matches his mood, their loyalty and concern for their captain palpable in every movement. He pauses by the helm, his eyes scanning the horizon, willing the marine ship to appear.

"Captain," Yasopp calls down again, his voice carrying a note of urgency. "There's several ships on the horizon, bearing southeast."

Shanks’ heart leaps into his throat. "Full speed ahead," he orders, his voice firm and resolute.

The Red Force surges forward, the sails straining against the wind. Shanks grips the railing again, his eyes never leaving the distant speck that could be your salvation. His thoughts churn like the ocean beneath him. He remembers your laughter from that night in the tavern, your stubborn determination during your arguments. The explosive sex afterwards that left you both craving each others touches, kisses. Each memory fuels his resolve.

Pain radiates through your abdomen, a relentless cramping that leaves you gasping for breath. You curl on the thin mattress, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Each movement sends fresh waves of discomfort coursing through you, accompanied by the disconcerting sensation of fluid and blood seeping from between your legs.

Yumi had departed from your side, fearful of causing you further pain in her desire for comfort. You've tried to coax her back into your arms, but the bludgeoning pain that comes and goes cripples you. You hear a door creak open, and instinctively, you tense up, expecting more harsh treatment. But instead, a soft voice cuts through the haze of pain.

"Lady Bonn, we're here to help you."

You turn your head slightly to see two female marines approaching. Their expressions are gentle, their steps cautious. One of them kneels beside you, her eyes filled with concern.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she says softly.

The other marine moves to gather supplies—a basin of warm water, clean cloths, and fresh clothes. They work in unison, their movements practiced and efficient but not rushed. You sense no malice in them, only a desire to help.

As they begin to bathe you, their touch is careful and respectful. The warm water soothes some of the discomfort, washing away the grime and blood. You wince as they clean around the tender areas, but they are quick to murmur apologies and reassurance.

"It's going to be alright," one whispers, her voice soothing your frayed nerves.

In the corner of the room, Yumi watches with wide eyes, her small hands clutched together in worry.

"Is she going to be okay?" Yumi’s voice wavers with fear. "

One of the marines glances over her shoulder at Yumi and offers a comforting smile. "She’ll be alright. We’re taking good care of her."

You want to reassure Yumi yourself, but the pain makes it hard to form words. Instead, you manage a weak smile in her direction. The effort exhausts you, but it's worth it when you see some of the tension leave Yumi’s face.

The female marines finish bathing you and help you into a dress much like ones your mother used to dress you in. Expensive. Over the top at times. Out of place. But it's clean and dry—such a stark contrast to everything else you've endured lately that you don't bother to resist.

One marine gently brushes out your hair while the other fusses with the strings of your corset. You could feel their disapproval of the dress of choice but no doubt they were not the ones to have chosen such a garment. Their kindness is almost overwhelming after so much fear and pain. You close your eyes briefly, grateful for this small mercy in the midst of chaos.

Yumi inches closer once they're done, her little hand reaching for yours. You squeeze it lightly, drawing strength from her presence even as fatigue pulls at your consciousness.

"I suppose I should expect a visit from the Commodore?" You broach, your throat scratchy.

The marine with the brush pauses, her eyes meeting yours. "Yes," she says quietly, her voice laced with regret. "His ship is joining ours shortly."

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of facing Commodore Collins again. The memory of his cold, calculating eyes makes your stomach churn, but you push it aside. You have to stay strong for Yumi, for yourself. You are not the girl that had fled Bonn Manor, but a woman stronger than she thinks.

The female marines bring in trays laden with simple but nourishing food—slices of bread, cheese, and bowls of steaming broth. The aroma fills the small room, and despite the discomfort from your dress and the cramps still gnawing at your insides, you can’t help but appreciate the gesture. Not all marine’s are bad.

They set the trays on a small table near the bed. One of them gently helps you to your feet and guides you to the table. Each step sends a fresh jolt of pain through your abdomen, but you grit your teeth and endure it. Yumi follows closely behind, her eyes darting nervously between you and the food.

“Sit,” one marine says softly, pulling out a chair for you. You lower yourself onto it, trying to ignore how the corset digs into your ribs. The other marine places a small bowl of broth in front of you, but even the sight of it makes your stomach churn with nausea.

You glance at Yumi, who stands hesitantly by the table. “Eat, Yumi,” you urge her gently, managing a weak smile despite your discomfort. “You need your strength.”

Yumi’s eyes flicker with uncertainty before she climbs onto the chair opposite you. She takes a tentative sip of her broth, then another. You watch her eat with a sense of relief mingled with guilt—relief that she’s eating and guilt that you can’t bring yourself to do the same.

The cramps worsen, each wave of pain making it harder to focus on anything else. You rest a hand on your abdomen, trying to soothe the ache even though you know it’s futile. The other hand grips the edge of the table for support as nausea rolls through you in waves.

One of the marines notices your struggle and steps closer. “Do you need anything?” she asks quietly.

You shake your head slightly. “Just...watch over Yumi,” you murmur, closing your eyes briefly against another surge of pain. "Especially when I cannot."

The marine nods.

You sit on the edge of the bed, holding a worn storybook one of the female Marine's was kind enough to lend. The words swim in front of your eyes as you read aloud, each syllable a distraction from the pain clawing at your insides. Yumi’s small frame is pressed against your side, her wide eyes fixed on the pages.

“…and the brave knight saved the kingdom from the fearsome dragon,” you read, your voice steady despite the turmoil within you. Yumi’s hand tightens around yours, drawing comfort from your presence.

The door to the small room almost bangs open, and your heart skips a beat. Commodore Collins strides in, his presence sucking the air from the space. He’s still as imposing as ever, his uniform pristine, his eyes cold and calculating. You instinctively pull Yumi closer to you.

“Leave us,” he orders, his voice a chilling command.

The female marines exchange hesitant glances but comply, ushering Yumi towards the door. She clings to you, her small hands trembling.

“It’s okay, Yumi,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’ll be fine.”

Yumi’s eyes fill with tears, but she allows herself to be led out of the room. The door closes behind her with a finality that sends a shiver down your spine. You’re alone with him now.

Collins’ gaze sweeps over you, taking in every detail—the disheveled hair, the ill-fitting dress, the pain etched on your face. A cruel smile tugs at his lips as he steps closer.

“Linaria,” he says softly, almost mockingly. “My betrothed. You look a mess dear.”

You stiffen at his words, every muscle in your body tensing. “I am not yours,” you manage to say through gritted teeth.

He chuckles, a low, menacing sound that makes your skin crawl. “Oh, but you are,” he says, leaning down so his face is inches from yours. “You see, I have a contract. And you have obligations.”

You meet Collins’ gaze, refusing to show the fear gnawing at your insides.

"No," you say in a soft tone. He leans back slightly, his eyes cold and calculating as they sweep over you.

“Running away from your responsibilities, Linaria? How very noble of you,” he sneers, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And to think, all this time you’ve been hiding with that filthy pirate scum.”

You clench your fists, nails digging into your palms. The urge to lash out is almost overwhelming, but you force yourself to stay calm. “You aren't even a quarter of the man Shanks is,” you retort, your voice steady despite the tremor in your heart.

Collins’ eyes darken, his cruel smile widening. “Is that so?” he says, his voice dangerously low. “You’ve become quite the defiant little thing, haven’t you?”

You lift your chin, defiance sparking in your eyes. “I’d rather be with a pirate than with a monster like you,” you spit out, your words laced with venom.

His expression shifts, the smile disappearing. He steps closer, his presence looming over you. “Watch your tongue,” he snarls, his voice icy. “Or do I need to remind you of your place?”

You don’t back down, meeting his gaze head-on. “My place is anywhere but by your side,” you retort, your voice unwavering. “You’re nothing but a—”

The slap comes out of nowhere, the force of it whipping your head to the side. Pain explodes across your cheek, and you taste blood as one of his rings cuts into your lip. You gasp, the metallic tang filling your mouth. One of your precious ruby earrings falls to the ground with a small clink.

Collins grabs the necklace around your neck and yanks it hard, the chain snapping and leaving a stinging sensation on your skin. You cry from the pain of the chain digging into your neck, but also that he is touching something so precious to you. He holds it up in front of you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction before pocketing it.

“You think you can defy me and get away with it?” he growls, his face inches from yours. His breath is hot and rancid against your skin.

Your hand instinctively goes to your cheek, feeling the warmth of fresh blood on your fingertips. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you force yourself to meet his gaze again.

“You can’t control me,” you manage to say through the pain and blood.

His expression hardens further. With deliberate slowness, he lifts his boot and crushes the fallen earring beneath it, grinding it into the floorboards until it's nothing but shattered metal and gem.

Blood trickles down your chin, and you can taste its metallic tang. Collins leans in close, his voice a chilling whisper.

“I’m glad that pirate’s brat is out of your belly,” he sneers. “Soon enough, my child will be there instead.”

His words send a wave of nausea through you, but you force yourself to stay still, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing your fear. He stands up straight, his eyes cold and calculating as they sweep over you one last time before he turns and strides out of the room, the door closing behind him with a finality that leaves you feeling trapped.

For a moment, you just sit there, trying to catch your breath and steady the pounding of your heart. The pain in your cheek and lip is sharp, but it’s nothing compared to the ache in your soul. Slowly, you turn your head and look at the shattered remains of your earring on the floor.

You reach out with trembling fingers and pick up the small red ruby, the only piece that survived Collins’ cruel assault. The metal is crushed beyond recognition, but the ruby itself is intact, it's twin still dangling from your ear.

You tuck the small red ruby into your dress pocket, the last remnant of your shattered earring. Metal can be crushed, but the gem still remains. The door creaks open, and Yumi rushes in, her eyes wide with fear and concern.

"Aria!" she cries out, her small hands reaching for you. Her gaze zeroes in on your split lip, and tears well up in her eyes. "What happened?"

You force a smile, wincing at the pain it causes. "I'm okay, Yumi," you say softly, trying to soothe her. "Just a little accident."

She doesn't look convinced. Her fingers brush lightly against your cheek, where the blood has dried. "You're hurt," she whispers, her voice trembling.

You pull her into a gentle hug, despite the pain it causes your abdomen. "I'll be fine," you murmur into her hair. "It's just a scratch."

But inside, you're mourning more than just the physical pain. You mourn the loss of the ruby necklace that Shanks had given you, a symbol of his care and affection. The necklace that Collins had so cruelly torn from your neck now feels like a gaping wound in your heart.

You finger the lone earring still hanging from your ear. It feels like a piece of Shanks is still with you, but it's a small comfort compared to the overwhelming sense of loss.

Yumi pulls back slightly to look at you, her eyes searching your face for reassurance. "Will Shanks really come for us?" she asks in a small voice.

Your heart aches at her question. You want to promise her that he will, that everything will be alright, but you can't bring yourself to make such a promise when you're not sure of anything anymore. You feel so defeated

"I hope so," you say instead, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yumi nods, as if accepting this uncertain hope as enough for now. She nestles closer to you, seeking comfort in your presence even as you draw strength from hers.

With every heartbeat, you hold onto the hope that Shanks will come for you both. And until then, you'll keep fighting—if not for yourself, then for Yumi.

Date Published: 7/15/24

Last Edit: 7/29/24

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[spinning-stars]

"Cheeky☠️"

GHOST X SOAP smut

Warnings⚠️- Teasing, blue balls.

Ghost was sitting in his chair doing work in his office, the entire day Soap has been teasing him. On the Field when Ghost was tying his show, soap was there in his knees, giving Ghost the bedroom eyes with a giddy smile on his face. When Ghost would try to do anything Soap would smile and leave, innocently skipping away. Every time Soap passed Ghost he would kiss the sweet spot on the back of his neck, when Ghost would look he wouldn't see Soap at all. Soap was smart, he would only do things when the room was loud or when Ghost wasn't paying attention so it's not like Ghost could grab him in time to pull him somewhere private. Soap was driving him mad.

Soap crept in behind him trying not to break him out of his thoughts. Ghost snaps out of his trance when he feels soap's warm hand rubbing up and down his arm slowly. He kisses Ghost's neck again then pulls away. "I'm heading to Gaz's for some bear, bye!" Soap says while a smirk creeps on his face. Ghost reacts rather fast, grabbing Soaps arm and lightly tugging him closer. "Alright you cheeky bastard, why have you been doin' this all bloody day." Ghost says while looking up at Soap. "I have no clue what you mean Lt." Soap said while softly carrying his hand to Ghosts chest. Ghost pulls up his mask just enough to show his mouth and pulled soap in for a kiss. Soap bit down on Ghost's bottom lip making him open his mouth just enough for Soap to slide his tongue in and explore every inch of Ghost's mouth. "Fuck Johnny..." Ghost groans quietly as he pulls away. Soap looks down and notices Ghost's boner as he stands up. "Hm, looks like you have a problem there L.t, it's a shame Gaz is waiting for me... toodles!" Soap says while kissing Ghost on the cheek. "Goddamnit Johnny you-" Ghost gets cut off by Soaps giggle and teasing voice. "Awe, what? Don't like it when I stay cheeky, I'll bring you back a beer, love ya!" Soap yells while shutting the door. Leaving a hot and bothered Ghost in the room alone wanting so much more.

❤️Authors note- Hiii requests are open! I wanted to write a short fic of these two goobers idk why. Currently I'm making a 'MASTERLIST' so that it will be easier to find some of the genres and fandoms I post on/do. Have a lovely day<3

UPDATE- MASTERLIST IS DONE AND OPEN

[tears0fsatan]

                ♰          ・        𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑!

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, servant dom m!reader, sub perv!solomon, dub con, imbalanced power dynamic, oral (giving), edging, mindbreak kinda

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... sick in the head sol got me giggling like a schoolgirl hes such a neat lil freak

 #﹏𖣠ㅤHEART SHAPED HICKIES MASTERLISTㅤ. . . ㅤ !! ( ☠️ )

being the most powerful sorcerer humanity had ever seen, solomon had more than he could ask for. he was no short of money, fame, glory nor power and yet, a corner of his heart still felt empty. he had all he could've ever asked for and was in a position where at the slight raise of a finger, he could get even more. everyone that ever crossed his path bowed down to him with no questions ask, whether it was from fear or reverence he didn't care, but all of humanity adored him.

so when his newest manservant came along, bowing down with faux reverence, his interest was piqued. he saw the way you looked at him, with curiosity of why people thought of him so highly and refusal to believe in him blindly, he wanted to study you, find out why you had such defiance for higher authority.

that was why the sorcerer called on you more often than any of his other maids and servants, he wanted to see the way your face scrunched up in slight annoyance whenever he cheerily called on you, asking for the simplest and dumbest shit. it was also why he gave you a "special" uniform, one shorter and skimpier than the rest of your coworkers uniforms all for the sorcerer's gratification.

the grumbles you would whisper under your breath only served to turn him on, solomon wanted to see just how much he could get you to do while muttering curses. he loved to watch your cute behind as you tidied his clean room, putting things that were just a millimetre out of place back where they belonged. it was horribly time consuming and both you and the sorcerer knew that it was purely out of solomon's sick, twisted pleasure, but you were in no place to complain.

you could always feel the burning gaze on the back of your thighs every time you entered his room, the way the heated stare would trail upwards and scanned your body as though he could see right through your clothes made you feel self-concious, made you feel like you were prey. you knew very well the thoughts that crossed his mind when he openly stared at your exposed legs, the nasty thoughts a master shouldn't be having for his servant.

as long as the sorcerer did anything physical, you could handle it. the humiliation, the embarrassment, the dirtiness; it was nothing new to you, years of hardened experience made you apathetic to such feelings.

but of course, one day it did turn physical… sort of?

a small, fleeting touch grazed your back, one so soft and light you would've easily believed it was just your imagination had it not been for the smug expression on the sorcerer's face. it confused you to no end, the gap between the two of you was impossible to cross in the short amount that it took to touch you and you turning to look at him.

goosebumps broke out across your skin, the eyes he looked at you with burned with a brighter intensity than normal and for some reason, you couldn't tear yourself away. a feeling of defiance flared up within you, one that told you to put solomon in his place, to show him that he was no better than any other human who worked their ass off and to put him in his place.

you licked your chapped lips, brushing off the intimidation that rolled off him in waves and slowly inched closer towards him. he watched your every move like an eagle stalking its prey and you realised you were already damned when you found his heated gaze more exhilarating than menacing.

how you ended up on your knees with his cock in your hands remained a mystery, but the flush that coated his cheeks was far too much of a treat for you to pass up. the sorcerer didn't say a word, only watched you with unfocused eyes as if to taunt you to keep going and boy did it fire you up. you were determined to drag him down to your level, even if it meant going along with what he wanted in the first place.

it all paid off of course, the moment you kept eye contact with him as you pulled down his zipper with your teeth and a suppressed whimper crawled out from the back of his throat, you knew that you had made the right decision.

the second his dick was released from its tight confines, it bounced up and stood proudly against his lightly toned stomach, exposing just how excited he was to finally have you in such an erotic position. you quickly glanced at the smug smirk that you swore was permanently etched onto his face at that point and made a promise to yourself; that you would do everything in your power to wipe that stupidly enticing look off his face.

to say that his size didn't intimidate you would've been a lie, because in all honesty, it was an intimidating size. it wasn't that you hadn't seen his cock before, there had been moments where you had "accidentally" walked in on him in his boxers or nude and caught a glimpse at the third leg that hung from the lower half off his body. from the fleeting glances that you had of it, he was roughly the same size as you normally, so the sense of foreboding didn't creep up on you until you were face to face with his cock at its biggest.

nevertheless, you pushed aside the feeling of unease and reminded yourself of his pleased expression and your resolve came back in full force. you started off lightly, giving his red tip a kittenish lick, blinking back in surprise when a few beads of precum trickled out of his head. you looked up at him, your own smirk playing on your lips now that his cock had given away how keen he really was.

a few more airy moans filled the air as your licks grew longer, soon you took the entirety of his head into your mouth, cringing slightly when his precum touched your tongue. you continued to maintain eye contact and felt the satisfaction bubble up within you when you witnessed the fall of his facade in real time. little by little, his smirk dwindled, soon reduced to his teeth sinking into his lower lip to snuff the sounds that fought their way out.

to think, you would one day be capable of reducing the great and mighty solomon to such a state, head tilted back and muttering rough obscenities under his ragged breath, body flushed and covered in a slight sheen of sweat. who would've thought the pervert that preyed on his new servant was so sensitive, precum dribbling out of his leaky tip so much so that it spilled out of the corners of your mouth.

you could feel his heartbeat thrumming through the bulging vein on the underside of his dick from where it sat heavy on your tongue, betraying his usual unreadable demeanour. he was just as excited and turned on as you were and now that you were on your knees with his cock in your mouth, all sense of reason flew out the window and he let his emotion show.

your tongue traced the vein on the underside of his cock before you came off his dick completely, a string of your spit connecting your lips to his length as if chasing the warmth of your mouth. your hands, which had strictly stuck to his thighs or played with his balls, moved down to clamp around the base of his cock.

"admit it. you're a dirty pervert who likes to watch his servants do absurd chores in revealing uniforms, aren't you?" a loud, uncharacteristically high pitched cry rang out at your hand harshly tightening its grip around his cock, the sound sending a shiver down your spine at the upper hand you had over him.

teary, half-lidded eyes looked down at you, his right arm coming up to cover his mouth in an attempt to muffle the whimper that bubbled out of his throat when you didn't let up. you raised an eyebrow, shifting backward to fool him into thinking you'd stop all together.

"aah! i'm a dirty pervert!" he cried out, wet with desperation and need. unfortunately for him, the sound just went straight to your dick and you realised then just how much you liked the sound of him in such a pathetic state. when you still kept your tight grip on his dick, a gargled sob fell from his pretty lips followed by fat tears rolling down his cherry red cheeks.

"i'm, i'm a dirty pervert who likes to watch his, his servants do chores in revealing uniforms!" only after his admission did you relent, releasing your hold on his leaky cock. "please, please, please.." his knees buckled underneath him and he had to grip the table he was leaning against until his knuckles turned white in order to keep himself upright.

if only his devout followers could see him now, all whiny and begging his servant to make him cum.

© 2023 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t translate, modify, repost or plagiarise my works anywhere.

[taking-a-cupcake]

fucking in the backrooms

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nikolai x gn!reader

content warnings: sub!reader, voyeurism, semi public sex, pih, dawg idk

inspo

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The backrooms were a place of mystery and intrigue. Somewhere that few people ever ventured. But somehow, you and Nikolai had managed to glitch your way in.

The place was dark and quiet, the only sound being the occasional beep of a machine or the distant hum of power. There was a certain energy pulsing through the air, an intensity that you'd never felt before.

Nikolai had his hands all over you, his fingers tracing patterns along your skin as you both explored the hidden rooms. His lips were on your neck, trailing down your back, his breath hot against your skin.

He moved away from you, his eyes burning with a need that you could feel in the air around you. He wanted you, and he wanted you now.

He pressed his body against yours, pushing you back against the wall. His hands ran through your hair, gripping tightly as he pulled your head back, exposing your neck. He kissed you hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed your body.

You could feel the heat radiating off of him, and you wanted nothing more than to be taken by him. His fingers moved down your body, slipping under your clothes and exploring every inch of you.

Suddenly, you heard a noise from the opposite side of the room. You both looked around, your eyes wide with shock. There, in the corner, were a group of entities, their eyes wide with surprise and shock.

They had been watching the whole time, and you couldn't help but feel shocked and embarrassed. Nikolai didn't seem to mind, though. He just smiled, pushing himself back against you even harder.

He moved his hips, pushing himself deeper inside of you as his hands ran through your hair. His breathing was heavy, and you could feel the intensity of his desire. You moaned in pleasure as he continued to thrust into you, the entities still watching in fascination. (😅😅)

He pushed himself deeper, the pleasure overwhelming you as he moved faster and faster. His grip on your hair tightened, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Finally, he reached his climax, and you followed soon after. As you both lay there panting, you couldn't help but feel a strange kind of satisfaction. You two just had sex in one of the most weirdest places in the world, and you had done it while being watched.

mb ☠️

[peteytheparrot]

Favorite songs right now? I need some to help me get through my backlog of so so much school work

I AM SO SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG I JUST KEPT FINDING SONGS I LOVE WHOOPS AHAKHSSJH I should’ve just made a playlist tbh ☠️☠️ Not necessarily my favorite songs right now more of just, music I love ☠️

Favs are near the top but I fucking LOVE all of these so that’s not completely true:

Splinter - Sneaker Pimps (this entire album is AMAZING)

Pork Soda - Glass Animals (GEHEGGRR BAKEBSKR)

Wild West Selfishness - Seahaven (this song is so GAHSGSHS)

My Favorite Color - Citizen (again, this entire album is amazing)

Achilles Come Down - Gang Of Youths (read The Song Of Achilles after listening to this.. god,, starts fucking sobbing)

Beneath the Brine - The Family Crest (GOD this song gave me chills)

Go To The Light - Murder By Death

Steal Away - Murder By Death

Antes de les Tres - Un Fantasma (this band is SO underrated)

Wolf River - Reignwolf

Son of a Gun - Reignwolf

A Wistful Waltz - Teddy Hyde (lovely band check out more of their music)

S*x With A Ghost - Teddy Hyde (censored because of bots) (this song is so silly I love it sm)

Mamas Gun - Glass Animals (THE ENDING IS SO?? AFAHGHSH)

Everything Moves -  Bronze Radio Return

Before You Snap - Yonderboi

Who Are You, Really? - Mikky Ekko

Jimmy, He Whispers - Manchester Orchestra 

Last Call - Elliot Smith

Paranoid Android - Radiohead (every Radiohead song is amazing tbh)

Climbing Up The Walls - Radiohead

Life In A Glass House - Radiohead

I Lost Something In The Hills - Sibylle Baier (Good song to fall asleep to, well for me atleast ☠️)

Shoot It Out - 10 Years

Mr. Self Destruct - Nine Inch Nails

Smile Boyo - Vundabar

Alien Blues - Vundabar

A Burning Hill - Mitski

I’m Your Man - Mitski

Duvet - boa

My Time - Bo en

And Also I’m Really Scared - Fox Academy (love this band fr)

Salem - Fox Academy

Lavender Blood - Fox Academy

Vampire Banquet - Fox Academy

Crazy - Gnarls Barkley 

My Fault - Sawyer

Butch 4 Butch - Rio Romeo

Evil Side - The Dirty Nil

Loved - FEiN

So Damn Into You - Vlad Holiday

Dear Dictator - Saint Motel

A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

Dreamland - Glass Animals

Bernadette - IAMX 

Disembodied Mind - Sparkbird & Stephan Nance

Priorities - Yot Club

Amen - Amber Run

Susan Smith - Wych Elm

NEW MAGIC WAND - Tyler, The Creator

GONE, GONE / THANK YOU - Tyler, The Creator

The Chattering Lack of Common Sense - Ghost & Pals

Evil Eye - Franz Ferdinand 

Dog Problems - The Format

Between the Bars - Chris Garneue

What Else Do I Need - Vast

The Plagues - The Prince Of Egypt

Selfless - The Strokes 

Sway - Sarah Cothran

My Alcoholic Friends - The Dresden Dolls

505 - Arctic Monkeys

This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller 

Rory - Foxing

[toxicanonymity]

that scream blurb that you posting about Ghostface being unconscious and the reader testing to see if he’s hard…. you have to make the full fic now pleaseee omg it was so good

Every inch

1.4k / m!ghostface x f!reader / from blurb.

SEQUELS | Slasher masterlist

Warnings/notes: I8+ noncon (ghostface unconscious) somnophilia. Based on the car scene from Scream II, but it's modern day (cell phones exist).  You can HC this as anyone but he's night walks coded if you read my other stuff.

Your skirt grazes his robe as you carefully stretch your right leg over the driver’s seat, trying not to touch him, trying not to wake him up.  It’s tricky crawling over Ghostface to get out of the car.  He smells faintly of weed and sweat.  You’ve never been close enough to smell him before. You’ve never been close to him at all for more than a few seconds, always with his knife in hand.  You hear him breathing behind the mask and assume he’s knocked out from the impact of the crash, but can't know for sure. 

He could be pretending for his own amusement, planning to taunt you then stab you at any moment. You’re going to have to open that car door sooner or later - it’s the only one left you haven’t tried.  It'll definitely make a noise. You hover there straddling him, delaying the inevitable. Straddling Ghostface, you think to yourself. Is this a nightmare? 

You slowly lower yourself into his lap, throbbing at the possibilities of what might await you.  Your heart pounds in your chest.  You put your hands on the edge of the seat to pull your body  closer and your heart nearly stops as  your inner thigh softly nudges  his hand.  But he doesn’t wake up – or if he does, he doesn’t show it.  Emboldened, you lower yourself a little more until your damp panties arrive at a warm bulge in his robe and your breath hitches.  He’s only somewhat hard,  but obviously packing.  He still doesn’t move.  His chest is rising and falling with his breaths.  You know he’s alive.  Unable to resist, you lower yourself a little more.  You tilt your hips and gently grind yourself against his package.  

What if the nightmare became a wet dream? It’s always turned you on, at least a little, but especially lately.  It’s been harder and harder to separate arousal from fear.  You’ve wondered if it was a sexual thing for him, the way he pursues you.  Stabbing is penetrative after all.  Does the thought of killing you turn him on? Would it turn him on to wake up to you straddling him?  After all, he’s only a man.  Why not, you think.  This could be your best chance to find out.  This might be the most power you’ll ever have in the situation.  You’re turned on thinking about it.  If you’re mere seconds from potential death, you have nothing to lose.  Plus you're curious what's under all this, and it's too risky to lift up his mask.

Fuck it feels good, and the fact that it’s Ghostface, the one who’s been stalking you, killing your friends, trying to kill you - that gives you such a rush.  The tables have turned.  You’re on top of him now.  You look around for his knife and it’s landed on the floorboard along with his voice changer.  You reach down to grab it then quickly stab it into the back of the driver’s seat at an angle so you can grab it if you need to but he won’t know where it is.  Then you return your crotch to his and a bolt of arousal slices through you when his hard package swells against you.  Holy shit he's hung. You slowly roll your hips against him, grinding into him, trying not to be too aggressive, but it’s hard to control yourself. 

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His breathing changes and your heart jumps to your throat. You wonder, Is Ghostface seduceable? It might be your best shot if you're already getting his dick wet when he wakes up.  But there's always the chance he reacts violently, and now that you're up against him, it's clear you'd be no match for his strength.

Then you have a thought.  You carefully lift his gloved hand, and he doesn’t react.  You lift the dead weight of his heavy arm all the way above his mask, and he still just sits there, breathing.  You pin both his hands above his head, between the metal pegs of the headrest. His hands are large and the two of them together barely fit through the gap.  Then you slam down the headrest, pinning him there by his wrists.

His mask moves.  He seems to look at you.  Then a soft, low sigh.  You lower your crotch again and he’s harder.  You rub yourself against him slowly with your hands braced on the seat and have to stifle a moan in the shoulder of your dress as you grind against him and his cock swells even harder.  A soft groan muffled by his mask makes you wetter.  

You’re going to have to have him.  This is your chance and you can’t resist it.  Your inner thigh muscles begin to fatigue as you push yourself off his lap to hover again.  You lift up his robe, exposing PJ pants. Strange and not at all imposing, but convenient.  You arrange the robe behind his raging erection, then take a deep breath and pull down his waistband.  His stiff member stands at attention. You cover it with your warmth before the cool air wakes him up. A stab of desire shoots through your core as your wet panties meet his hard cock.  You rub yourself against him and your clit throbs.  Your core aches to be filled. 

You pull your panties to the side and nestle the swollen head of his cock at your entrance.  Then you sink down and fail to suppress your gasp at the stretch.  He moans but doesn’t move.  Your body makes way for him as you slide down and sheathe him entirely with your cunt.  His cock is nice and thick, it makes you feel so full.  It’s crazy this cock has been under the robe the entire time.  You wonder if you could just fuck from now on.  If he’d agree not to kill you - that is, if the threat of it doesn't turn him on.

You rise up, then sink down on him again, his size making you grateful for your ample wetness.  You lift and lower yourself and roll your hips into him. You try not to breathe too heavily as you feel it building in your lower belly.  You start to ride him less restrained, unable to resist fucking yourself on his nice, hard cock.  

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His mask begins to move as though confused, and he grunts as he tugs at his arms,  unable to free them from the headrest.  He’s groggy and weak.  You’re not going to stop. You're too close to coming.  You greedily keep filling yourself to the brim with him.

His mask looks right at you. “Always wanted this cock,” ghostface says weakly, making your heart race.  “Knew it.”  Then it echoes from the voice changer on the floorboard.  Always wanted this cock.  Knew it.   He tugs at his hands more violently, then gives up.  

“Nasty girl,” he says, voice getting stronger.  Nasty Girl. 

He thrusts his hips up powerfully and you moan uninhibited. He thrashes his arms and stabs upward with his cock, bouncing you on his lap with the power of his hips.  Your whole body tingles and tenses, then you bite your own arm as your walls clamp down around him.  You come on his dick, then pull yourself off and he groans in frustration but has no way of getting you back.  

You open the car door and you’re torn about whether to make him come or leave him with blue balls.  You decide to jerk him off as a power move.  You kneel into the open door frame of the car.  You wrap your hand around his girth and fuck his fist.  “All ya had to do was ask,” he says.  All you had to do was ask.  You grab the voice changer and throw it down the street.  Now he's nothing but a man with his dick in your hand.

“Woulda given you every inch," he says. Maybe every inch of his blade.  He nods down to his crotch. "Now you know." His voice is coming back to full strength, smooth and low. It's a voice you can't quite place.

You know you should stab him while you have him tied down, but you're thinking with the wrong head now, unable to bear the thought of this cock going to waste. You slow your hand way down and edge him mercilessly.  His big, stiff cock twitches in your hand and you can tell he's dying for more.

You take your phone out of your bra and take a short video of him trying not to whimper, dick sprouting out of his unimposing pajama pants.  Then you finish him off and take a dick pic selfie with cum all over his robe.  You take the knife out of the back of the seat and leave him stuck in the car.

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Thank you so much for reading and engaging. Even if you're reading this way later I would love to know your thoughts in a comment! Knowing what you liked helps me write more. 🖤🖤

[sweetheartturtle2007]

Hi! I stumbled across your head cannons page and was wondering if you would be willing to write ☠️ and 💧 for Bunnymund from Rise of the Guardians?

For sure my dear 🤍 also I wrote female reader since you didn't said what gender you wanted 😅 so I hope it's ok

The sun was shining in the ceiling, giving the warren a beautiful lighting, making the flowers look all gorgeous in all their glory, the golems walking slowly, securing the warren, everything was quiet, the only sounds that could be heard were some birds who passed by, the lil chocolate eggs remain untouched and uncolored in a lil pile.

Suddenly one of them got out of the pile, and started running around, even do it didn't have eyes, it could still see everything around him. He searched for him, the one takes care of them, the one who paints them,the one...who's supposed to deliver them every spring...but he was nowhere to be found. The golems tried to make the lil guy go back to his slumber, at least until the one in charge came back but the tiny eggs didn't listen, he moved between the big rock golems and run into the hole that lead to the place where the "one in charge" sleeps. The deeper he went, the more he could hear some...cries...cries that weren't supposed to be there...in such a colorful and calming place as the warren. The lil guys stopped his running and slowly aproched the room.

There he was, the fuzzy and fluffy Easter bunny, he was the "one in charge", the one who was supposed to paint them and prepare them for every spring. But..he wasn't moving, he wasn't jumping around like he always did every single day, he was...still..not moving an inch, he was just sitting in his bed with his head down, looking into something in his hands.

The little eggs walked into the room, made a jump with the enough strength to make him fall onto the bunny's bed. He slowly aproched him, going by one of his sides, he passed by the bunny's arm and rested itself onto the bunny's lap. He was finally able to see the bunny's expression.

Tears. Tears submerged his red puffy eyes,the fur on his face was soaked in tears, there was no life in his face, no expressions no anything. The lil eggs turned his gaze into the bunny's hands, in them, there was a photo.

An elegant looking lady was in it, her beautiful features were perfectly illuminated by the sun in the photo, her smile was the most attractive thing in the photo. She was holding a basket full of his colored egg partners, behind her was a sing hanging by the trees that read "Easter's egg hunting".

Meanwhile, bunny was lost in his own thoughts, horrific thoughts, memories from that tragic event that happens just a week ago.

A week ago his life seemed like the happiest one, greatest news were thrown into him, those news make him feel alive, happy, lucky, with his partner by his side, everything was perfect. He loved his other half with all his heart, he promised her that he'll never let her go. He wanted to keep that promise at all cost.

Everything was going so well, they were throwing a party to celebrate the big news, all his friends were there, everyone was having fun, but then... everything went down.

In one moment he was holding his wife, looking into hey beautiful eyes, her bright beautiful smile and then at the next one, he was looking for her through the smoke maze that was covering his view, pitch attacked the party along with his shadows, everything was chaos, the decorations were torn apart, the tables were destroyed or upside down, the food was all over the floor. His friends were fighting against pitch. He didn't care about him, he wanted to find his wife, put her in safety and then he'll fight, but his family was first.

Then he spotted her, she was dragging herself through the floor behind pitch, he started running towards her, he saw her get up with difficulty and took one of her arrows and prepared herself to release the shot towards pitch. What she didn't know was that pitch already know about her presence behind him.

"Nice try lil birdie, but I'm the only one winning here today!"

suddenly a shadow stuck in her back making her scream in pain, bunny tried to reach her breaking past the other shadows.

Once he was able to get closer, he dropped to the floor and took her in his arms, the nightmare sand was covering her body, bunny was panicking, he didn't know what to do.

"Darling! Hang in there, I'm gonna help you I promise!" His vision was getting blocked by the tears in his eyes.

"¡bunny!, ¡Take her and go with north! We'll take care of these shadows!" Jack said.

Bunny run to North's sled, he was in it in seconds, north took the rails and started flying away from the scene.

"You're gonna be okay darling! Just hang in there"

He was holding her hand as HIS own life was in danger, the black sand keep covering her body, bunny wanted to stop it but he wasn't able to.

In that moment his wife took his face in her hands and kissed his tears away.

"I'm so sorry....I wasn't able to protect you... " He said between hiccups....his hearts was breaking into million pieces, ¡This wasn't supposed to happen!

"it's okay bunny, don't worry...you'll always be my hero..."

And just like that, those were the last words his wife said before the black sand cover her full...making disappear.

...

In the present, the lil eggs felt something feel upon him, he turned his gaze to bunny, who's tears were already coming back to submerge his eyes in full sadness.

He held the picture of his wife tightly against his face, crying disconsolately.

The egg wasn't able to do anything more for him...he just turned his gaze to the front.

There was a beautifully decorated baby crib, with plushies and beautiful paintings. Those were the big news they were celebrating that tragic day,those were the plans that he had with her...his wife was pregnant.

He just didn't loose the most important person in his life...he also loose the new one that was coming.

OOOOO HELLO WORLD, SORRY I'VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG, I MISSED YOU ALL, FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUEST IF YOU WANT (please read rules.)

[cixteenyne]

Itto letting reader Dom him😳😳😳😳

(This took me longer than it should have🤬🤬 MY BAAAD I’m almost at 100 followers so I’m WORKING ON SOMTHJNG AND I FORGOT ABOUT THIS ASK☠️🙏)

ANYWAYYYS, Itto Brainrot

Itto x Dom!Reader. (Fem aligned—)

I feel like since Itto is is an oni, he’s unusually tall and buff, he’s taller than reader by FEET, not inches.

So since he’s so big he worried he’s going to hurt you, so he gives you full control of him since he can be brash at times, though he means well, honestly.

Usually in oni culture they’re the dominant ones, the caretaker of someone they have already claimed, sure Itto is like that, but he’s not exactly dominant in nature.

Especially with the way you sat on his lap, your chest to his, unable to move from the chair he was bound to, he was bound by red rope, red like his horns and to match those pretty markings on his delicate chest, though the way you sucked and nipped at it was anything but delicate. They way you handled him was like that of a toy, squeezing and gripping any piece of skin you saw

Licking stripe after stripe up his defined stomach, tracing his natural markings with your hands only to replace those lithe acrylic clad fingers with your pink saliva ridden tongue.

He shuddered in excitement every time you pulled in close to his neck, only ever breathing.

You hadn’t even taken your clothes off, shirt still on, bra not discarded, but here he was bare before you. He loved how your eyes lingered, he would never hide from you.

His cock twitched in excitement as you got on your knees and began kissing his abdomen, to the top of his thighs, to the insides of his legs, to the underside of his heavy dick.

He was an oni in full, it was only fair that everything else was too.

You licked a stripe up the back of his leaking cock, ripping a moan out of him, a moan from the chest- primal and guttural. You looked at him, but didn’t dare to stop what you were doing.

You knew taking him down your throat wouldn’t necessarily be possible, without struggle that is, and he didn’t want you wait until you took him all the way down to the base of his cock, so you stood up and straddled him once again.

The excitement in his eyes drifted all the way down to his dick, it was standing as straight as it could under its own weight, his balls now tight with cum he couldn’t wait to spill.

No matter how many times you had sex with him, it was always a little difficult getting him inside, but this time was a little easier given how turned on you were, you were always weak by him.

The slimy sound of his cock stretching you out alongside his beast like panting was all that could be heard,

Though everything went out the window as you heard a snap, and suddenly arms around you, it was like this every time so you weren’t surprised. Slurs of “m’sorry” and, ‘can’t wait”

Was all he kept saying,

And he really was sorry for breaking the rope, but he just wanted to breed you already.

Itto was an oni, it was only expected.

[mrsoharaa]

❥Ꮺ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖

characters: Geto Suguru x Reader

content warnings: ☠️'ing (unaliving) mention, stalking, slight suggestiveness. lmk if I missed anything!

⁺ ₊ ⊹ 一 ❥ a/n: this was totally random but I had an idea for this so I thought I should share it with y'all! a wee bit of a tease, I know lol! (also, sorry for any mistakes! I wrote this like half awake lmaooo)

Night has turned over and sleep had long abandoned you to your plundering, running thoughts.

"As of today and on going, Suguru Geto is too be terminated by any means necessary...regardless to certain past history connection with any of you, this is a direct order"

Your teeth firmly grits at the sheer irrational thought, you could still feel the unwavering, ruthless glare of the old man's eyes peering strictly onto you and Gojo.

Kill your ex best friend? your ex lover? someone you had actually spiritually, mentally and physically connected with?

Shifting beneath the comforting warmth that wrapped around your body, you exhale a heavy puff. Anger boiling through your pumping veins as distraught quickly sheathes under your bare skin.

So lost in your own thoughts, you couldn't pick up the ominous aura seeping into the shrouded darkness of your dim room. Your eyes finally flutter wide as your blood runs cold to the sudden realization that you were no longer alone. Your muscles immediately stiffens, as you feel long, cool fingers glide up along the back of your neck. Pushing away the loosen strands that lingered onto your flesh, as throttling chills tremored down the arch of your spine with every graze to your tense skin.

You stilled instantly, dilated irises hardly swaying to the corners of your eyes to peek over your shoulder. Only to notice thin, dark raven strands of hair trickling down and over your bare shoulder.

Your breath hitches sharply at the back of your throat as your heart plummets wildly against your tightening rib cage.

"You seem lost in thought love..." the pure silk in his calming, luring familiar voice woos into your ringing ear, fingers still drawing up and down the stride of your neck, delicately playing with the loose strands of your hair within his prying digits.

"Long day...angel?" your heart sputtered wildly at the mundane nickname your once long, lost ex love had given you. Your mind molding into a pile of mush, as your body stifles under his lingering touches that always knew how to meld you to his every whim.

Geto.

The resonating heat from his breath permeates into the flesh of your beating ear, velvety lips barely pursing into the soften tender of your skin, as he chuckles lowly under his warm breath.

"Suguru..." you finally mutter with a soft undertone, heart still frantically pile driving against your heaving chest. His fingers slowly slide down the base of your neck, gradually panning over the slant of your right shoulder, slyly toying with the thin strap of your tank top.

"Mm, how I've missed hearing that sweet voice of yours, sweetheart" he tilts his head down into the crook of your neck and shoulder, placing a gentle, chaste kiss to your open welcoming skin. His languid fingers still tangling with the flimsy fabric that barely clung onto your shoulder.

You haven't budged an inch since his foreboding aura had entered your room ever so uninvitingly.

It was almost overwhelming to feel his sudden presence leer over you from behind. Grazing you with such tender touches and somber tones.

You finally nudged your stifled body a bit, glimpsing over your shoulder to meet those bright, lidded eyes of darken honey. Face still ever so perfect, but those eyes tinted with nothing but plaguing menace and bloodlust. A slight tinge of endearment as he gazes down upon you, meeting your own scurrying irises.

"You shouldn't be here, Suguru" you breathe as you maintain eye contact with him, watching the ends of his lips curl into a dreary, slanted smile.

"No? why is that, love?...were you ordered to kill me?" his eyes immediately churned into a strict glare, but still coyly withhold that small tint of longing within his intent stare.

His fingers freeze beneath the loosen strap dangling down from your shoulder, as nothing but the crisp air that surrounded the both of you echos into your ears.

You bite your lip, turning your head back down into your pillow, avoiding his intense glare.

Suguru was many things.

But a fool was not one of them.

He knew that he was to be executed on sight when spotted.

He knew that he was being personally targeted by the higher ups (and his ex former best friend).

He knew the moment he kept his greedy, leering eyes on you from the moment he left the god forsaken school一 to "keep an eye" on you.

Since that day, he had never once deter his sight from you.

Always watching you from the shadows.

From the deepest depths of his gnawing depravity and anguish, from afar.

He had always kept his eyes on you. Always.

He had too, otherwise who knows what would have happened to you if he hadn't.

His lips purse closer into the shell of your ear, torrid breaths fan across the lush of your supple flesh as he delicately runs his wide, strong palm down the plain of your arm. Creating invisible shapes and his name into the soften plush of your stilled limb.

"Will you kill me, angel?" his voice bellows ever so twistedly sweetly, hotly into the depths of your ear. Stimulating those warm, familiar buzzing sensations all throughout your body.

He shifts his face into the nook of your clenched jawline, lips ghosting over the silk of your skin, gently motioning your head to tilt to his degree.

His towering built moderately adjusting to hovering above you, large hands guiding your own body to shrivel beneath him.

A low gasp strips from your agape lips, eyes blown out to meet his once again, as the feel of his long, beautiful inky hair placidly caresses your sweltering face.

Draws his left hand to subtly cup your left cheek, keeps your head still as your eyes keep contact, directly. His right hand taking yours and spotting it directly onto his chest, where his heart lied.

The feel of his steady heart beat reverberating against the palm of your small hand.

"Could you kill me right here?...right now?..."

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Eighteen

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~2.4k

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Shanks stands in front of you, his hazel eyes burning into yours with a mixture of intensity and tenderness that makes your heart race. The air between you crackles with electricity, the connection palpable and profound. He reaches out, cupping your face in his large, calloused hands, his thumbs gently brushing against your cheeks.

"You're so beautiful, treasure,” he whispers, his voice filled with awe. "I could look at you forever."

"I bet you could," you respond with a playful smile, feeling a surge of confidence at the intensity of his gaze. "But I think it's my turn to look at you now."

Shanks lets you pull his shirt from his body, revealing his toned and rippling physique. You can't help but admire the way his muscles move beneath his skin, the perfect balance of strength and agility that makes him the fierce pirate he is. Your fingers trace the lines of his chest and abdomen, exploring the terrain of his body with a mixture of curiosity and wonder.

Your hands tremble slightly, but with determination, you reach for the fastenings of his trousers. Sliding each button through its hole, you feel the tension in the air grow even thicker. Once the trousers are undone, you delicately tug them down, revealing his underwear beneath. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of his hip bones, and you pause to truly appreciate how magnificent Shanks is.

Shanks watches you with a mixture of amusement and desire, his hazel eyes burning with an intensity that leaves you breathless. "Like what you see?" he teases, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

Your eyes barely flicker up to his and your own lips twitch. "If you are expecting me to faint over a cock, I hate to break it to you but I've read medical journals and seen pictures,” you state, eyes remaining locked with his as your fingers jerk his underwear down.

"Whoever has been teaching you those words is in for an earful," Shanks chuckles, his voice filled with warmth and amusement. He watches you intently as you slowly kneel and pull his underwear down, revealing the full extent of his arousal. Shanks quickly kicks his underwear away.

Your eyes travel down his body, taking in every inch of him. The sight of him, fully exposed, sends a thrill through your body. You wrap your hand around his length, feeling the heat and hardness of him. Shanks' breath hitches, his muscles tensing under your touch.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. "Let's see how clever you are when I'm done with you." You almost want to laugh at his half-hearted threat, for anything he threatened you with is now something to look forward to.

You begin to stroke him, your movements slow and deliberate, watching his reactions closely. Shanks' breathing grows more ragged, his hazel eyes darkening with desire. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer as his head falls back in pleasure.

"Aria," he groans, his voice thick with need. "You're driving me mad."

You lean in, pressing soft kisses to his hip bones, your tongue trailing over his skin as you continue to stroke him. Shanks' hand tangles in your hair, his grip tightening as he lets out another deep moan. You love the tugs on your scalp; it makes you feel confident in your actions and inspires you to do more. Just as you feel him begin to shake, Shanks' grasp on your hair disappears, and he stops you by the wrist. "Wait," he gasps, his voice hoarse. "Not yet."

You look up at him, your eyes wide with confusion and a hint of disappointment. "Why?" you ask, your voice a mixture of curiosity and frustration. "You are right where I want you!" you protest. Had you been standing, you would have stomped your foot.

Shanks' eyes burn with intensity, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He looks like he's on the edge, struggling to maintain control. For a moment, you think he will give in, that he will let go and let you take him over the edge as you want. But then, his expression changes. A slow smile spreads across his face, and he reaches out to gently stroke your hair. "Because, treasure,” he says, his voice low and husky, "I want to savor this moment. I want to make it last."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, at the way he looks at you. This isn't just about desire, about scratching an itch. This is about connection, about intimacy, about something deeper. Something you both want. "Up," he commands, tugging on your wrist. You rise from your kneeling position and are immediately pulled against his chest.

Flames ripple up your neck as your body presses against his. You feel every ridge of his muscles against you, and the apex of your messy thighs throbs when his cock presses against your stomach. It feels so hard, and you wonder if it will even fit. Yet the sensation is intoxicating, sending waves of heat through your entire body. Shanks wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer.

"I want to feel your skin against mine," he whispers, his voice a seductive murmur. You nearly moan at the idea. "I want to taste your lips, to feel your heart beating against mine."

You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes takes your breath away, and you can't help but stretch upwards, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Shanks responds immediately, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that matches your own.

Shanks kisses you erotically, his lips moving against yours with a fierce possessiveness that leaves you breathless. His kiss is demanding, yet filled with an underlying tenderness that makes your heart race. He claims your mouth with a hunger that matches your own, his tongue teasing yours, exploring every inch of your mouth with a deliberate intensity.

His hand moves to cup your face, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss, his fingers threading through your hair. Shanks' tongue dances with yours, the sensation sending waves of heat through your entire body. Each stroke, each movement, is a promise of the passion and desire he holds for you. You feel like you are drowning in his taste.

Without breaking the kiss, Shanks deftly shifts his weight, his strong arm wrapping securely around your waist. With an effortless movement, he lifts you off the ground, holding you against his chest. The feeling of being held so securely, so possessively, makes your heart race even faster.

You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, your arms clinging to his neck as he carries you towards the bed. The world around you seems to blur, the only thing that matters is the heat of his body pressed against yours, the intoxicating feel of his lips on yours.

Shanks walks with a steady, confident stride, his eyes never leaving yours, even as he navigates the room with ease. His gaze is intense, filled with a burning desire that makes your breath hitch. The way he looks at you, like you are the most precious thing in the world, sends shivers down your spine.

With a nimble movement, Shanks sets you down on the soft bed, positioning you on your back. His intense gaze never leaves your face as he hovers over you, his breath hot against your lips. Your heart races in anticipation as you wait for his next move. As your eyelashes flutter, the world seems to tilt, only to steady itself again when you find yourself perched on Shanks, his erect cock pressing against your swollen cunt.

"I don't want to hurt you, Aria," he whispers, his voice filled with concern and tenderness. His eyes search yours, looking for any sign of discomfort. "Tell me if it's too much, if you want me to stop."

You see the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine care he has for you. It makes your heart swell with emotion, and you reach out to caress his cheek.

"I'm okay," you reassure him, your voice soft but firm. "I want this, Shanks. I want you."

He nods, his expression a mixture of relief and focus. Slowly, he guides you down, allowing you to adjust to his size. The sensation is intense, a blend of pleasure and a slight sting as your body accommodates him. Unconsciously, you wince.

Shanks immediately pauses, concern flooding his features. "Are you alright? Do you need me to stop?" A scowl appears on your face, and you glare at him, catching him off guard.

"I swear to the All Blue, Shanks, if you don't fuck me right now, I am going to go find the next man I find remotely attractive and ask him." You hiss at him, done with being treated like a piece of porcelain.

Shanks' eyes flare with possessive darkness and an appreciative smirk spreads across his face. "Alright, treasure,” he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "If that's what you want."

"It is, captain," you state, a challenge.

"If you insist," he replies, his tone filled with a newfound intensity. Shanks' grip on your hip tightens as you bring yourself up, holding back a wince as the withdrawal of his cock is raw against your walls.

The sensation is intense, a raw blend of pleasure and lingering discomfort that only seems to heighten the moment. Shanks' eyes lock onto yours, a storm of emotions swirling within them.

With deliberate slowness, you lower yourself back down, feeling him fill you completely once more. You bite your lip, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you adjust to the sensation. You close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of Shanks inside of you, the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

The world seems to narrow down to just the two of you, your bodies moving in sync as you ride him, slowly finding a rhythm that feels natural and right. With every thrust, you feel yourself growing closer to something you can't quite name, a sensation that builds deep within you, coiling tighter and tighter with each movement.

Shanks' hand moves to your hips, guiding your motions, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he matches your pace. His eyes never leave your face, his gaze intense and focused, as if he is trying to memorize every moment, every expression that crosses your features.

You open your eyes, meeting his gaze, and something within you shifts. There is a connection there, a spark of understanding and trust that makes your heart beat faster. You truly feel safe with him, protected and cherished, and that knowledge only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through your body.

As the tension within you builds, you feel yourself growing closer to the edge, the urge to move faster becoming almost overwhelming. Shanks must sense it too, because his grip on your hip tightens, his thrusts growing more urgent, more demanding.

"Shanks," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I think I'm... I'm going to..."

His response is a low, almost primal growl, spurring you on. You move faster, more desperately, the world narrowing down to just the two of you, the feelings coursing through your body, the heat and passion that consume you both.

With a final, shuddering gasp, you feel the release wash over you, a wave of pleasure so intense it threatens to consume you whole. Your body arches, your nails dig into Shanks' shoulders as you cry out his name. Even as your body spasms and your fingers claw at the sheets beneath Shanks, you notice how he makes sure his cock slides free of your rippling cunt before he comes.

In a split second that feels like an eternity, you feel Shanks' release wash over you, his hot seed spilling against your cunt. Your body still trembles from the intensity of your own orgasm, your mind caught in a haze of pleasure and satisfaction. The room is filled with a heavy, contented silence, broken only by the sound of your intertwined breathing. Shanks gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender and affectionate.

"Are you alright?" he murmurs, his voice husky and filled with concern.

You nod slowly, resting your head against his chest. "I'm okay. More than okay, actually."

Shanks chuckles softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. "Good. I just wanted to make sure..."

His words trail off, but you understand the unspoken sentiment. He cares deeply for you, and that concern extends to every aspect of your well-being. The knowledge that he took precautions reassures you, though it doesn't diminish the intimacy of what you've just shared.

"This isn't going…" You struggle to find the right words and tilt your head back to look at his face. "Change anything, is it?"

He gives you his lazy smile and rubs your back. "Well, I was hoping that I would be able to sleep in my bed again," he answers cheekily. "Unless you are opposed to sharing, that is."

"No, not really," you tell him, working to move your body off of his so you aren't completely on top of him. "This bed is a bit big for me."

You receive a blinding grin and a quick kiss on your lips. Too short of a kiss, in your opinion. Scrunching your nose, you wiggle yourself into a comfortable position next to his body and close your eyes, savoring the warmth of his embrace and the lingering echoes of pleasure.

After a while, Shanks shifts slightly, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you. You crack your eyes open. His eyes are filled with a mixture of affection and amusement. "You know," he says with a teasing smile, "you look absolutely beautiful right now."

You laugh softly, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. Naked, sweaty, and with his seed and your release clinging to your thighs? A thought you don't understand but nonetheless smile for. "And you, Captain, are quite the charmer."

He grins, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Only for you," he whispers.

Date Published: 6/14/24

Last Edit: 7/29/24

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[ladylooch]

Emma trying to make breakfast and timo distracting her by giving her kisses and hugging her from behind

Well… I had good intentions… but it turned out 18+ again. ☠️

“Is he really still asleep?” Timo asks me from where he is on his back, chest rapidly expanding after our morning sex.

“Yeah. He’s teething again. Molars this time.” I pant back. “Mmm.” I sigh, turning onto my side and burrowing my nose into his sweaty chest. “I want more of that.”

“Okay, but I need to eat.” He says, reaching around to give my ass a hardy grip. “Damn, those squats are working.” I’ve been working with a personal trainer since we have been back in Switzerland. My tone has built significantly and Timo takes any chance he can get to admire me. 

“I’ll have your booty by the end of the summer.” I giggle.

“Maybe.” He slaps my ass cheek, admiring it’s jiggle.

“Food.” I remind him when his other hand comes to massage my breast.

“Yeah, food.”

We roll out of bed. Timo draped his t-shirt over my shoulders, smiling at how good I look in it. He leans down, kissing along my jaw, heavily tonguing at me as I moan. I step into him more, letting my hands roam down to his back, resting on his ass cheeks. I press him into me, feeling him hard again.

“Baby.” He chuckles, forehead resting on mine. My lips chase his as he tries to pull away. I grip the back of his neck tightly, whimpering slightly.

“Just slide my panties to the side and have me again. Please.” My needy beg has him.

“Fuck.” Timo groans, then does just that while my hands hold me up at the foot of the bed.

After that, I make it downstairs. Timo confirms Lio is still asleep when he joins me in the kitchen.

“He wouldn't notice a train in his room right now.” 

“We can wake him when breakfast is done.” I say, reaching up towards a few bowls for the pancake batter. “ I turn back towards the kitchen island, seeing Timo’s eyes appreciating my body. I pucker my lips for a smooch, then settle in with all the ingredients at the island. Timo heads to the coffee bar to makes us both a cup. 

“For you.” Timo murmurs, setting mine next to me with perfectly frothed cream. His hand comes to rest on my opposite hip, watching as I do a quick whisk of the dry ingredients. “Lio has the best mama. Pancakes from scratch? Lucky boy.”

“It’s not hard.” I shrug, then reach for the other bowl to begin my wet ingredients. “Oh I need a banana.” I murmur mostly to myself, turning to walk back across the kitchen. Timo trails after me, hands following me every direction. I try to go back to the island again and he attacks me with kisses. His hands greedily grab me as I laugh. I tilt my head to one side, trying to weave away from his grasp. But then he buries his face into my neck, tickling me with his stubble until I can barely breathe. “Stop!” I wheeze. He releases me, but gives my ass another big slap. “You’re gonna leave a mark if you keep this up.”

“Intentionally.” He says after a slurp of coffee. He sets the cup down and is right back behind me. He is quiet for a moment, watching my work of mashing the banana into a pulp. “Can I have chocolate chips?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I think I deserve them for the three orgasms you’ve already had today.”

“Okay.” I chuckle and shrug. He is quiet again, keeping me pinned between him and the island. “Can I maybe have another inch?”

“No. You’re doing just fine like this.” I can feel his smile against the back of my neck. His lips begin to pepper my skin there. He then adds his teeth in, giving little nibbles that shoot pleasure down my limbs. “Mmm. T. We are never having breakfast if you keep this up.” 

“Okay.”

“You need food! You’re a growing boy.” But I wiggle my butt into his front.

“Now I am.” He murmurs. His hands go under the hem of his shirt on me, reaching up to hold my breasts. “These look heavy.” He whispers next to my ear. He swipes across my nipples with his thumbs, then tugs my ear lobe into his mouth. I drop the fork in my hand, winding it to the back of his neck to hold him in place. He kisses down my jaw, asking me to turn my face. Our lips connect in a greedy smooch. Clearly, neither of us are satisfied, even after this morning. I spin on my toes, then gasp when Timo sets me on the counter quickly. His shoulders capture my legs as he spreads my thighs.

I work my body weight back onto one arm, groaning as he laps at my clit with his eager mouth. 

“Remember when you thought you could live without me?” He quips, then goes in for another bite of me.

“No…” I gasp, “…Can’t recall.” 

[bigcutiebonnie]

I want to take you to the beach, bury you up to your neck in the sand, and feed you all day long as people come and go, until finally i heave you, huge and bloated, up out of the sand, and lead you to the water to wash every inch of your perfect skin

The beach sounds perfect but being buried in sand sounds awful☠️ sand is so itchy & uncomfortable!

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Off With Their Heads and Each Other's Clothes

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, somewhat plot heavy chapter, some angst, hurt/comfort, drinking, cuddles, d/s undertones, cunnilingus, fingering, breastfeeding, PTSD, scared boys, mentions of murder, threats (to someone else), Cia saves the day with fluff ☠️ rating: explicit ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

It had been such a long day but by the time Kol'son was carrying his mate and son back to their room his men were still not back and it was starting to stress him out. He'd enjoyed spending most of the day with their family, they didn't normally just sit around together, at least not where they weren't working. It made him realize they needed to set more time aside like that. They'd shared a mid-day meal that turned into dinner and the boys had their drinks with Tavis that even Inga joined in on. The selkies stayed sober, they'd never exactly been fans of imbibing and were even less so when whelped.

Eventually their people joined them but Kol worried they might be putting a vibe off because no one really came near. He wasn't surprised though, they no longer knew exactly who they could trust. Tavis had gotten nervous but he was deep enough in his cups it helped keep him calm. As long as Inga stayed close and the babe was near he seemed to handle his anxiety well. The Viking was tempted to leave his son with his aunt just to help the poor fairy but Dom was protective and needed to have him close. He understood though, after all they found out he was tempted to tie the child to himself and never let him go.

"How are you feeling ástin min?" He hummed softly to his wife who he kept close in his arms. Their boy was fast asleep and drooling on Dom's chest, his little legs spread over his belly.

Reflective eyes caught the firelight around them as he looked up at his husband and he gave the god a sleepy smile. "Wha' part of me you worried about?" He teased.

Kol'son stepped into their hut that he'd lived in since his youth, he kept meaning to move them to his parents room and let the babe have it but he just felt so safe there. He couldn't stand to leave. "I'm worried about all of you." He sighed as he sat the boy on their bed but Dom didn't move to get ready. He huffed softly, riding himself of his clothes and lowering the fires they didn't need before he crouched in front of his lover. He knew the siren and he felt the emotions rising. They'd stayed late with their family to keep from having to think but they hadn't stayed long enough.

"Here." He whispered, gently taking the baby from his mate's arms and laying him on the bed. He made sure to get him in just the right spot before focusing back on his love. He took the tunic off slowly, easing it down his shoulders before he slid his skirt off from his hips. Every inch of the fae's cool skin seemed to be glowing but he had to assume it was sweat and other bodily fluids from the day. "Are you hurt… here?" He purred softly, cupping Dom's cheek where he knew he'd pressed him into the dirt.

Gods their morning of love felt like an eternity ago, their day had been so long. The siren shook his head, smiling softly. "I'm okay."

The Viking dropped his touch to the boy's neck where the fresh mark was still raised. Dom shivered but shook his head. "No, don't 'urt." The air between them was starting to feel thicker. Dom could feel his thighs wet and his breath coming faster. It didn't matter how long they were wed, he knew he'd always react to his master. Those fingers slid slowly over his shoulder and down his chest, stopping to flick his rosebud nipples before he caressed over their babes. All… however many of them. When that big hand pressed tortuously gently between his thighs he whimpered. He might just be a little sensitive there.

"Hurts?"

"N-no. Feels good." Dom whined, pulling his feet up on the bed and letting his thighs fall open wide. "Might need a little 'ealing. Kiss it better?"

Kol chuckled. Not so long ago Dom would have been too shy to demand anything from him or even to ask for what he needed, but he'd made sure to let him know every step of the way he was safe until the thrall-turned-queen felt secure in his body and it's desires. "Oh? Which part? Here?" He purred, licking a slow stripe over the selkie's cock. He loved the way it jumped for him and started to fill. The softness of his foreskin almost tickled his tongue as it pulled back but as much as Dom whined and wiggled that wasn't where he needed his daidí most. Kol worked his way down the prince, sucking playfully at his balls, before he moved down and pressed a line of kisses over his cunt.

There was a faint hint of blood from their rough play that morning and Kol knew he'd stretched him almost too far. He paid special attention where it was strongest, tracing his tongue against torn skin. He could feel slick and drool dripping down his chin but caring for Dom was always the best kind of mess. 'Stop squirming, I'm not getting you off. You asked for healing.' He growled mentally and his wife had the nerve to scoff at him. That sound had his alpha side growling low and he pulled back with his brow arched as he lunged up over his mate. Two fingers took the place of his tongue to rub spit into the small wound but he pressed almost nose to nose so fast the boy gasped. "I said no. You don't need another today. You need rest. If you're good I might let you cum tomorrow."

The fae knew his husband was overwhelmed with all he couldn't control and it was coming out like that. His mate needed to lead and when he couldn't he got bossier in the bedroom. It was almost sweet that he could help him in that way. He felt trusted in a way he knew no one else was. The omega side of him went soft and gooey and he felt himself melt into a mindset he knew his lover needed. Gentle. Pliable. Needy. "Jus' a little one?" He pouted up at the Viking who furrowed his brow and shook his head.

"You're kidding me right? When have I ever given you a little orgasm?" The god was almost offended to be honest. "You squirt like a ripe fruit between my teeth every fucking time." He punctuated the last three words by slipping a finger deeper into his wife, he made sure not to touch anything that would make it truly edging but the boy still whimpered like a whore. All his needs were turned up- food, sex, safety- everything was at the max and Kol was enjoying the rewards for himself. He would always keep his bitch well fed no matter what was needed. "It's late and you've had a long day. I want to hold you while we sleep and if you're a good boy for me…" He trailed off, leaning closer to press a kiss behind the selkie's pointed ear. He whispered low, his tongue tracing the seashell shape. "I'll make you gush again."

That touch never stopped moving inside him and maybe his mate didn't realize how easy he was or how swollen his spot or even that his wrist was keeping steady pressure on Dom's aching cock but it was all too much and the moment that graveled voice husked in ear it was over. "Kol'son-" He whisper whined, his spine arching and his body trying to curl around the god above him as he shuddered through pleasure that surprised them both.

"Yeah? Fuck. Look at you." The chieftain panted in his lover's ear, shock lacing his tone. He never stopped moving his hand, working Dom through an orgasm he didn't mean to give him. He might have been trying something but he wouldn't be a bastard to his whelped and desperate wife. He kept a steady pressure as slick gushed around his hand and dribbled down the edge of their bed. His mate's second skin was still what they slept on every night and he knew yet another mess wasn't anything new. It could take it. "Best boy for me."

"Y-yeah?" Dom was almost terrified to disappoint his daidí, he'd literally just been thinking how much he loved being trusted to be his perfect submissive and he'd still fucked up. Of course Kol wasn't angry though, he always forgave his queen.

"Definitely. It's okay. You're okay. Just breathe for me?" The Viking asked as he pulled his finger free and sucked it clean. "So sensitive for me. Of course I love it." He smiled wide and nuzzled softly at the boy's neck.

Dom smiled, his breath slowing as his husband held him close. He was already so tired and the pleasure just pushed him closer to exhaustion so when his mate helped him move up the bed and curled behind him he was starting to fall asleep. He pressed his nose against their son's hair and pushed his ass back against Kol's cock- between his boys was his favorite place to rest. He was so out of it that when the man wrapped around him and laid his hand over his belly he just hummed some semblance of 'I love you' and let himself drift. He couldn't even tell if he was dreaming or not when that rasped voice whispered again.

"Just means you're not getting off in the morning."

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Dom woke up slowly, his eyes blinking against the light of day, but his instincts told him something was wrong. His nipple felt strange and he looked down to find his babe feeding in his sleep which just made him want to cuddle him closer and rest longer. Normally that made for a perfect morning but… where was his mate?

He started to jerk up right but with his belly swollen and his boy at his chest it was more an awkward fish wiggle and he ended up right where he started. His foot moved to search the bed behind him but there was nothing but chilled fur and no wolf or man. Ciarán whimpered and suckled harder, his breathing so loud he knew he was feeding too fast. Even Cia must have felt the tension and that wasn't okay. He always tried to keep the littlest chief at peace. "Shush me love. Mumma's got you." He soothed, petting over the softest cloud of hair and the babe's warm back.

He tried to push out his senses but he didn't have to worry long. It wasn't five minutes before the door creaked open and the man tried sneaking back in. Dom cleared his throat, he didn't want to make too much noise and wake the boy but when his lover met his gaze his heart sank. Something was wrong. "Why did you leave so early?" He whispered and curled tighter around Cia as Kol walked closer and sat just under the baby's feet. The god obviously needed connection because he shifted his hips far enough back till he was flush against Dom's thighs. Fuck, what could be so wrong that the Viking was almost shaking?

"Pete finally got back with Ben. They were gone overnight because they were… they had to search for her. When they reached the village it was…" Kol's voice trembled and his mate reached for his hand. He shouldn't be scared, he had to be fucking strong. His small home with his family was the only place he felt safe to be truly honest. He felt himself stuttering over the next sentence and he almost wished he'd brought Modig or Tom in with him but he knew at times Dom didn't want others seeing him upset. They both tried to be good leaders for their people. "They found Harald's family slaughtered. All his other children… his wife and her new family… fucking everyone but-"

Dom felt sick, he somehow already knew the words but he almost couldn't believe it was true. Even as evil as he knew she was… there were children as young as Ciarán if not younger. He knew some of Megan's sisters had found love and made families. "She weren't 'ere." He whispered the words and it stopped his daidí short. The Viking could only nod. Why had they let her live so long? "You couldn't find 'er or whoever 'elped?" He was almost begging the universe that they found something but he knew already. Somehow he just knew. He pulled Ciarán against his chest so he could sit up and rock him gently and his lover moved up the bed to wrap around them all.

The innocent look of his sleeping messy son soothed something rough in Kol's chest. He felt sick with all the bitch did but he couldn't let it get to him too deeply. He had safety with his pack and he could still be a good leader. If anything his previously forgiving nature was a good thing but no more. "She poisoned them all and spilled their blood for some… ritual I suppose. If I'd known… Fuck." His head thudded hard against their headboard and the noise woke their babe. Blue-green eyes went wide and his little pout parted around Dom's nipple with a full belly gurgle. The face he made as he tried to figure out how he ended up where he was warmed the chieftain's broken heart. He reached down to clean milk from his face which he quickly licked clean and rubbed his spit over the spots on his wife's chest where little fangs sank deep.

"Tha's… so she ran? She 'iding somewhere? Did 'ey look everywhere?" Dom whispered, thankful to his husband for healing his skin but he was still stuck on the bad. He couldn't help it.

"They checked the village and the woods around it. They looked everywhere a few times. I don't know what happened. She's… she's gone. They told everyone to stay on the lookout but we're keeping you safe here. I don't want you wandering. Either of you." He had to keep his family safe. He couldn't live if he lost them all. If he lost any of them. She would take nothing else from him. "We'll be okay sweet boy. I promise." He vowed and prayed at the same time. He didn't know what gods might listen or help him, especially when his ancestor made him the end of all things technically, but he hoped someone was listening that might help. He didn't realize that even the bad ones could hear him and what was already near was not a savior.

"Of course we will. You a god and we got a special family. Wha' we built 'ere ain't gonna be taken by some bitch. No it won't!" Dom's voice was light and playful, even baby-like because their son was waking up completely but he meant every word. He'd drain her dry and spread her ashes where her father was laid to rest so they could join each other in hell. Right where they belonged.

"Babies!" Cia cooed, his palms gently patting over his mother's belly to greet his siblings and Dom had to wonder how he always started the day sticky even when he was washed the night before. "Hi babies! You wake?" He huffed, pressing his eye to the fae's belly button as if it were a window to his womb.

Kol'son surprised himself by laughing, he couldn't help it though. No matter what they were going through as long as he had this it didn't feel that bad. "If you're a very gentle boy and you put your ear against momma's stomach you might be able to hear them." He explained and his son giggled the brightest sound. He watched as Ciarán got in place, one whole side of his face squished against Dom's skin. The baby tried to be quiet, he even held his breath and closed his eyes. It was something he couldn't pass up.

Dom huffed as his mate gently eased down the bed to hover over their child and all at once he shouted- "Boo!" and tickled the little chief. Cia cried out but it quickly turned to a giggle, a shrieking happy sound that brought tears to his eyes. He was just so overwhelmed and his boys were so fucking beautiful and precious. He couldn't help the tears. Gods he was allowed. He just loved them so much. Even with everything happening compared to what his life could have been, it was perfect.

"Daidí nooo! I'mma good big bruv!" Kol flipped the squealing babe onto his shoulder before cradling him carefully and gently dropping him back to the bed. It was a mock of how he would train him to fight one day but maybe he was too nervous because it made him worry. He wanted peace for his family.

"You're the best big brother kiddo." He soothed before catching his wife's gasp. He knew that noise and face. "Go listen again."

Ciarán crawled up the bed and pressed his cheek to his mother's belly but instead of hearing anything something tickled his face. "Ma! You 'kay?"

Dom laughed, wiping his tears. "Yes sweet boy. 'Ey jus' kicking."

"'Ey kick me?" He pouted and Kol'son came up behind him, petting his blonde curls to help soothe them both.

"No, that means they're happy. It's how they show love." He explained.

"Me arse tha's 'ow-"

"Momma's just grumpy cause he feels it so much. That's how they show love." He reiterated and stuck his tongue out at his mate. As long as he had moments like that he knew he could get through anything. He didn't care what Megna was up to or what else was coming their way. He had his family and he wouldn't let anything take that away.

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Uggghhh Megna. Looks like trouble is coming but I try to keep enough fluff and smut it doesn't hurt too bad 😅 I hope you're all enjoying it still! It may be plot heavy for a bit but I hope you like it 🖤☠️