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steebharringt0n · 9 months

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dangerous liaisons - part II

summary: he was sent to protect you, infiltrate your family as your personal bodyguard, but instead he plans on defiling you.

pairing: mob!steve harrington/fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (18+), innocent!reader, dom!steve, a lil bit of mean!steve, dacryphilia, degradation, masturbation, religious talk, slight age gap, spitting, fingering, oral.

a/n: um holy shit i did NOT expect the first part to blow up so much so THANK YOU. Uh here’s part two, enjoy ya heathens ;)

Steve couldn’t sleep.

It had been a week since the “anatomy lesson” in your bedroom and his relationship with you had changed in a blink of an eye. You had become more quiet, reserved around Steve. The snarky and bratty comments had cooled down, no longer wishing to bicker back and forth with him like you usually had done.

Since then he was starting to have even more conflicting feelings about you. Like whenever his grandfather would ask for an update on things his mind would just wander back to your moans and whimpers and how much he craved to hear that again.

What Steve didn’t know is that ever since that night, you had continued to touch yourself, really get familiar with your body. You would lay in bed at night, your fingers in between your puffy folds and letting your juices coat your fingers while you lazily played with your clit. Your other hand found its way up your perky tits, pinching and twisting your nipples as you reached your climax. Your legs digging into your sheets as your back arched, pinching your nipples for added stimulation.

Also what Steve didn’t know is that you imagined him hovering over you, his hot breath on your face, his mouth spewing the most sinful things. You ached for his fingers so badly, you wanted to taste him, feel him, make him feel good.

It was 1:30 AM and Steve couldn’t stop thinking about you. His eyes were glued to the ceiling, arms resting behind his head. He could feel his cock throbbing in his sweatpants, knowing that you were just across the hallway.

It was then he heard a soft knock on his door. He jolted up, hand ready to reach into the nightstand and grab the 9mm that was hidden under his socks.

“Steve? It’s me” your soft voice whispered.

His body relaxes, he swipes a hand over his face to recompose himself.

“Come in,” he says.

He watches as his bedroom door cracks open, your face pokes through and you make your way in, making sure to shut the door behind you.

You stand awkwardly by the foot of his bed, arms folded and your eyes not daring to meet his because you knew if you did you would be at his absolute mercy.

“Can’t sleep either?” He asks, trying to keep things light.

You shake your head, “N-no, I’ve just been thinking a lot”

He can feel how nervous you are, your body language says it all. You look so innocent in your matching silk pj set, but he sees how you’re fiddling with your fingers and how you’re absolutely avoiding eye contact with him. You’re like a book that’s been blown wide open, easy for him to read.

“Oh? About what?” He asks.

You start to move towards his side of the bed, “Remember when we had that … anatomy lesson?”

Steve’s lips start to curl into a smile, “Yes, of course”

You’re now sitting at the edge of his bed right next to him. You finally dare to look up to meet his brown eyes which have gotten a shade darker since you walked in. With enough courage plucked up you place your hand on his thigh,

“I - I want another lesson … I want to make you feel good Steve, like how you made me feel good”

Your eyes are doe like as you stare into his, innocent and pure, but he knows the absolute filthy things he’s about you make you do. His smile now curls up into a full smirk as he feels his cock tightening in his pants. He reaches down to grab your chin with his hand, making you stare at him straight in his eyes,

“You’ve been touching yourself haven’t you?”

Your heart starts to speed up and as soon as his hand touches you, you can feel the wetness start to pool in your underwear.

You nod quietly, “Y-yes”

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. He then placed a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin. He moves towards your cheek,

“Do you want to taste my cock?” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

He feels you stiffen up, like a child being caught with a treat. He grabs your other hand and places it on top of his thigh where his cock rests right beside it. Your breathing begins to pick up, your body heating up with every movement he makes towards you.

“Y-yes Steve,” your voice comes out needy, pathetic, “I’ve been wanting to taste you so bad, I want your cock in my mouth, please”

There are tears brimming your eyes at the ache of your cunt. It’s become an addiction at this point, trying to reach that apex that you’ve reached every night, but now you’re wanting more and you know only Steve can satisfy that ache.

He rips the comforter off of his body, you can see the outline of his cock under his sweat pants and you can tell he’s massive. He slides off his sweatpants down his legs in a swift movement and you watch as his cock springs out and slap his stomach with a soft thud.

Your eyes go wide in shock, you’ve never seen a cock before but his was so beautiful. A pink, thick mushroom tip that was already starting to leak precum. Blue and green veins that circled around his girthy length with a tuft of hair that led up to his happy trail, and a massive set of balls that hung low.

Instinctively you reached over, hands clammy and trembling. He watches you with hooded lids, his heart starts to quicken as well as your fingers brush over his cock.

“Does it hurt?” You question as his mushroom tip continues to leak milky precum.

Steve swallows thickly, then shakes his head, “No, just a bit uncomfortable”

You gaze up at him, a now sultry look on your face as you firmly grasp his cock in your hands. You can barely wrap your hand around it, that’s how big he is.

“Let me help you, I want to make you feel good” you mutter as your face starts to slowly inch itself towards his cock.

He watches as you twist your way onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows as you stare up into his eyes. His cheeks start to heat up as he stalks your every movement.

“I just want to taste you …”

Your hot breath is now hitting his cock and Steve reaches out towards your hair, brushing it away from your face as you open your mouth, pink tongue poking out as you start to kitten lick his mushroom tip, cleaning up the precum that had begun to pool.

Steve takes a shaky inhale as pleasure begins to surge through his body. Your tongue darts back and forth, tasting, licking, poking and prodding. It’s salty but it tastes good.

“You taste so good Steve” you murmur.

You begin to kiss down his cock, your tongue tracing around the colorful veins that decorated it. You feel as Steve begins to grip your hair, whimpers starting to drip out of his mouth.

“Shit, baby, you sure never tasted a cock before?” His question comes out breathless, his eyes tightly shut as your tongue makes its way down to his massive balls.

“No, never, just you Steve”

Just you Steve

He feels a sense of pride knowing that he’s your first. That his cock will be the first that you’ve ever tasted, in the back of his mind he hopes that he’ll be your first and your last but those thoughts are quickly dismissed when you finally take his whole length in your mouth.

Steve’s body quivers and sinks into his bed as your warm mouth takes him in. He feels his mushroom tip hit the back of your throat. You hum lightly, letting the vibrations reverberate throughout his cock. Steve feels like he can cum right at this second but he holds himself back.

“Sh-shit, fuck that feels so good” he moans out.

His words of encouragement spur you even more. You pop his cock out of your mouth, lips red and cheeks tinted pink. You grab the underside of his cock with one hand and you begin to press kisses all up and down the other side, your tongue swirling around the salty skin.

“You have such a pretty cock Steve” you tell him, “I could kiss it all day long”

The tight rope in his belly was about to burst. Seeing you eyes hooded, making out with his giant cock in your small mouth was a sight that was going to be permanently seared in his mind.

“You’re such a good girl - shit, f-fuck yes, just like that, taking my big cock so good” he sputters out.

“Are you close Steve? I want your cum, I want to taste you so bad Steve”

Steve becomes a withering, moaning mess as your mouth takes his cock in whole.

“Fuck yes, baby, take my whole cock in your mouth”

You then became sloppy with it, choking on his cock, letting your spit coat every inch of his length. You began to pump the base of his cock as your tongue twirled on his now red mushroom tip. You took his whole length in your mouth one last time, letting it hit so far in the back of your throat that tears began to prick in the corner of your eyes.

“Choke on it baby, that’s s-so fucking good”

Once he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks it was over.

“I’m gonna c-cum, fuck, take my cum baby girl”

The fire in his belly ripped through him. His back arches off the bed, his hands came to grasp your face, letting his cum fill your mouth to the brim.

The air in the room feels heavy, the smell of cum and sweat wafts through the room. Your cheeks are full of his salty cum, you pull away from his now half-stiff cock, cum dribbling down your lips as you give him a dazed smile.

He’s never cum so hard before in his life. His chest heaves with quick breaths as he stares at your dazed face through hooded lids. His pupils have turned a darker shade of brown, he suddenly aches to claim you as his and only his.

Steve leans forward and grabs your face forcefully, slamming his lips onto yours. His tongue immediately enters your mouth, you don’t fight it, you’re completely puddy in his hands. He tastes his cum on your tongue, or rather what’s left of it.

Steve then pulls away, “Get on your knees” he orders you.

Steve watches as you shift positions onto your knees. Your hair is tousled, messy, and your cheeks still are stained with tears. He sees the gold cross pendant sitting against your chest. He grabs the chain with his hand, pulling you close to him,

“Who’s your God now?” He questions.

In the smallest voice you answer, “You, Steve”

His lips curl into a smirk.

“Open your mouth”

You open your mouth wide, pink tongue showing the creamy remains of his cum. Steve then hovers over you and spits in your mouth, cementing his claim over you - his dominance.

You swallow it, letting it mix with the remaining cum in your mouth. You were so focused on making him feel good that you had forgotten all about the ache in your cunt. You could feel how drenched your underwear was.

Like an animal in heat your hand finds its way to your throbbing cunt, your fingers making small circles onto your clit. Steve saw how desperate you were to reach your peak so he gently pulled you back up onto your knees. He pulled your back toward his chest and then he snaked one hand down your shorts and the other around your mouth, shoving his fingers down your throat.

“Shhh, lemme make you feel good. Fuck baby, you’re drentched, s’wet for me” he murmurs gently.

Your head is thrown back onto his shoulder, completely going limp as his thick fingers find their way into your hole. His hand then creeps around your neck, holding you in place.

“Fuck, Steve your fingers are so b-big, f-fuck!” you whine out.

He begins pumping furiously, you could hear the squelching of your slick cunt. He applied pressure onto your neck and his thumb brushed up against your clit and that’s all it took.

Like fireworks going off in your body you stilled, letting out a loud whine,

“S-Steve, I’m cumming so hard fuck!”

Your eyes flutter shut as Steve quickly moves his hand back to your mouth, covering it to quiet you down. The last thing he needed was your father walking in.

“Shh baby, you don’t want your dad to hear us huh?”

You’re too fucked out on his fingers to answer him, but your silence is enough. Your mind is in a haze, a dizzying effect after cumming so hard. He lets you ride out your orgasm, you let out a small whine as his fingers slip out of you, missing how full you felt with them inside of you.

You could only imagine how his cock felt.

Steve begins to press kisses all down your neck, nuzzling the side of your face. A warmth began blooming in his belly as he held you close to him.

“Someone has been studying their anatomy book” he murmurs against your ear.

He feels you chuckle, “Hmm what can I say Harrington, I aim to excel”

He pulls you down towards the bed, his body curling around yours. His fingers interlink with yours, and you bring it towards your chest, holding it close to you.

“I won’t stay here long, I promise …” you sleepily whisper out.

Reality then hits Steve with a ton of bricks as he completely realizes that if anyone in her family catches them together - his plan will go to shit. He completely forgot that he was using you, using you to get close to your family, to eventually kill your father, to take over all what you have.

But why couldn’t he let you go?

As your breathing begins to even out and you become completely relaxed in his arm, his realization comes to one conclusion.

He’s fucked.

#stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine

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muffinsin · 5 months

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Hello, good morning/afternoon/night. The anon tired of all the horny bottoms here. A request with alpha reader being the only unmated alpha in the castle, that tries really hard to keep instincts/lust in check, around others maids? No problem, but the dimisisters are a whole other thing.

Everytime Bela ask for her assistance with her paperwork she wants to spoil her and make her feel good because the poor thing looks and smells so stressed (and delicious)

When see Cassandra being a nuisance and all mighty she wants to bend her against the closest table and fuck her, choke her, bite her just using her like a stress doll.

Go along with Daniela flirty remarks just to make her cockwarming while reading a book and not moving at all until she promise to be good and stop teasing her while working, then absolute wrecking her.

Bonus: the dimitrescu palming their back because their plan worked and now they need to convince alcina of not killing you.

I will very thankful for that buddy, pal fella.

I can’t blame you at all! Loving some sub dimis!😚🙌 Bela’s part alone got a LOT longer than I expected, so I’ll need to split this into 3 separate posts to avoid tumblr f*cking me over! XD links to those two parts are (once published) at the bottom of this post!

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

You groan silently into the pillow between your teeth, head thrown back as you work your own hand around your cock. You’re painfully hard and ache for relief.

Relief, which you can only get temporarily no matter how hard you try.

A blonde, a brunette and a redhead are all that are on your mind, and it’s as if each day you spend at the castle, it is harder to control your own thoughts and urges. Your body screams at you to claim the three, to use and fuck them hard, to utterly take them for yourself.

And it’s getting harder and harder to deny yourself this urge. This need.

The three omegas are all delicious and exquisite in their own ways, and all equally challenge you to keep from grabbing and claiming them. You’re an alpha- you’re meant to claim!

Of course, you’re not exactly supposed to claim them. Even should you manage to get your hands on the three seductresses, you are sure you will be executed by their mother within moments after. It’s not exactly as though you picture the overprotective mother to be fond of an alpha of relatively low status, a mere servant, defiling and claiming her precious omega daughters.

Yet you fantasize daily, your hand wrapped around your pulsing cock as you think of them.

Bela’s sweet lips wrapped around you, her stress and paperwork forgotten. Instead, the hard working blonde turned into your little office pet as you relieve her of some of her tasks- the only one on her mind, to suck you off and behave like a good girl for you.

Her skin looks soft from what you can tell- pale and slightly pink at places like her nose or neck.

You wonder if her pussy is equally pink for you, soft and wet. Is she sensitive? You like to think so, based on the few times she has whimpered and moaned softly from your fingers massaging her tense shoulders.

Cassandra, her pussy wrapped around you a she is made to take the harsh treatment you offer her, legs spread and breasts squeezed like stress balls. The mighty and stuck up huntress turned into nothing but a fancy sex doll for you, made to take all the cum you so desperately want to pump inside of her.

Bent over and used, ass spanked and groped, her holes used and stuffed by your large cock. She’d make such a good toy for you, brought from her high chair and all her brattiness and entitlement fucked out of her.

It’s time someone teaches the woman some humbleness and manners, respect and basic courtesy, you think. Clearly, this someone must be you.

And sweet little Daniela, overly flirty with you, teasing you senselessly. Her pointed fingertip caressing your chest, even daring to tip to your inner thigh. Her thick ass brushing against you when she bends in front of you on purpose…

The woman is such a tease, you simply must teach her some manners and discipline her for this. Bring the impatient little brat down to earth, use and fill her as she so desperately seems to want.

You groan again as you cum, a fine layer of sweat covering you. You have no idea how much longer you can stand this unfair torture that is denial.

Bela

Your eyes set on the eldest daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu as she works eagerly, her back straight, her eyes focused on the task she faces. You can practically smell how exhausted the poor woman is, yet she keeps working. Stress surrounds the sweet blonde, mixing with the pheromones she emits. You wish for nothing more than to claim and offer relief to her, protect and comfort, love and dominate her.

She pulls her hair to the side then, having smelled you come in. A clear sign for you to get your hands on her tense shoulders, as you have multiple times in the past few days.

She moans softly at your hands on her shoulders, massaging and kneading her skin yet again. You feel your reactions to her seductive sounds, but do your best to ignore them.

Silently, you’re thankful the woman isn’t facing you, so that she cannot take notice of the obvious bulge between your legs and your hard nipples.

“You’re so tense, Milady”, you speak breathlessly. She hums, eyes closed as she leans her head back gently. You resist the urge to drag your tongue along her throat and place kisses and marks along the way, yet eye the skin eagerly. She looks so soft for you.

“Work has been piling recently”, she answers simply. Still, you hear the exhaustion in her voice. The poor thing needs a break, desperately.

“May I suggest drawing you a bath, Lady Bela?”, you can’t help but ask. She looks up at you, as though considering this. For a moment she fidgets with the pencil in her hand, then hums, agreeing to your proposal at last.

The stunning blonde straightens up again when you take your hands from her shoulders and head to the attached bath chamber.

Upon looking in the mirror, you notice your flushed face. Her little moans and whimpers really do a number on you…

For a moment you consider taking care of your problem between her legs. She’s focused back on her work, doesn’t even spare a glance in your direction as she focuses so hard.

For a moment this makes you smile; she is such a good girl, really. You want nothing but to take her for yourself, shower her with love and spoil the already quite entitled woman further.

Your cock aches beneath your uniform, as though demanding your attention.

You groan quietly in frustration as you turn the faucet at the bathtub, allowing warm water to fill in. Next, you add soap and oils, even light a candle in the room. She still doesn’t glance in your direction, though you hear her hum happily at the smell of fine candles and expensive oils.

Another sudden ache between your legs has you lean against the wall, just out of view for her. You can’t help but reach under your uniform and grip yourself tightly, then stroke. You need to make this fast…

You bite your lip to stifle your own noises and pants, and arch your back slightly when within minutes you manage to feel your orgasm bubbling up within you.

The water in the tub is nearly completely filling it.

Again, you think of Bela’s little moans, her tiny gasps and whimpers when you knead her tense shoulders and work on removing each aching knot in her.

You ache to walk into the other room and pull her flush against you, your cock in her. You wonder, what beautiful sounds can you draw from the sweet blonde?

Would she also gasp from having your thick head push inside of her?

Moan when you thrust, and when you speed up?

Shriek when you find her G-Spot and bring her so much pleasure?

A little lost in your own world, you barely notice the water rising up.

Nor do you hear Bela sniffing the air from the other room and pressing her legs together at the aroma partly hidden by the scent of candles and oil.

Your grit your teeth when your pleasure is short lived, and you are forced to stop yourself mere moments away from orgasm, instead quickly readjust your clothing and stop the water from filling the nearly overflowing tub.

Just as you wash your hands, Bela walks in, her eyes set on you, a tongue darting out to lick her lips.

You’re still hard as a rock, although are thankful this is hidden by the sink you’re leaning against.

“Undress me, maid”, she commands softly, lifting her hair and turning around for you. You gulp as you step close to her, hands trembling slightly when you undo her corset.

She smells so good, and you’re completely exposed to the sweet omega pheromones emitting from her this close up. You grip her corset tightly as you take it off, forcing yourself to stay focused.

Next is the zipper of her dress; with slightly trembling fingers you manage to pull it down, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her back. You gasp when she turns around, golden eyes set on you. She looks desperate, almost.

“Bring me my wine glass?”, she asks, rather than commands. You gulp- you’re painfully aware of her thigh against your bulge. “Yes, Milady”- you’re happy about any excuse to move away from her as it gets harder and harder to control yourself.

Yet, when you return with the glass, you nearly have a heart attack at the image in front of you.

Bela in the tub, soap bubbles barely covering her. A slim arm hanging out the tub, gentle, soft fingers dangling in the air. Her head leaned back, her eyes closed. Her neck exposed.

You bite your lip. When she hears you walk close to her, golden eyes open.

She hums when you tip the glass to her lips. “Mhmm, this is relaxing”, she moans. You feel your cock twitch between your legs and can’t help but grind them forwards slightly.

She hums when your hands set back on her shoulders. You can’t help but touch a little more than you should, exploring her neck and collarbone. Bela shivers as she notices you lean close and inhale.

Your head spins with her scent surrounding you. Every instinct in you is urging you to claim the omega in front of you. Each second becomes an unbearable, seemingly futile fight.

She’s naked, right in front of you, ripe for the taking.

Bela gasps when she feels your hand sliding down into the water, just above her chest, and your nose brush against her neck. Slim thighs press together underwater.

You can’t hold back and are tired of doing so for this long.

“You’re beautiful, sweet omega”, you hum. Bela gasps at this, suddenly overly aware of your status as an alpha. She smells your scent and pheromones all around her and feels your warm hand sliding up and down against her skin, not yet taking her, but certainly implying you’re close to doing so.

She gasps when your warm tongue drags against her neck, where the scent is the strongest. With a whimper and low moan, the submissive woman tips her head to the side. You can no longer hold back.

Bela grips the tub’s edges tightly when she feels your teeth dig into her, a claiming mark set on her and signalling the passionate and deep connection between an alpha and omega. Her back is arched and her thighs press together even tighter.

She feels so warm and your head spins as she moans your name breathlessly.

“I-mhmmm, yes!”, she gasps, feeling your hand fully dive under the water surface and cup her left breast. You feel her hard nipple between your fingertips.

“You’re all mine, my precious omega”, you whisper possessively against her neck. She’s blushing, and the submissive woman nods quickly. “Yes, my alpha”, she answers breathlessly when you squeeze her breast.

Bela gasps your name when you lick up against her neck again, feeling the claiming bite beneath your wet muscle. She feels much more connected to you, and as though her senses are on fire.

She turns her head, eying the bulge in your uniform, and smirks excitedly. Too long has she too deprived herself of you, sneaking glances and moaning softly whenever you’ve had your hands on her. Oh, how the poor omega has waited and ached for you to claim her.

Your other hand slides down and cups her other breast. Bela moans sweetly for you.

Upon feeling light fingertips against your covered crotch, you groan. She’s eager for you, just as you are for her.

“Let me help you”, she whispers, golden eyes looking up at you. You can’t deny her offer, eagerly undress and relish in her small gasp when your large cock slaps against her face. “Open up that pretty mouth, Bela”. It’s the first time you’ve said her name like this, with no formality. It feels right, to both of you.

The blonde does so with gusto, yet shrieks in surprise when you push yourself down her throat eagerly, stuffing it and denying her air lest she breathes through her nose. Golden eyes water at the size of the dick in her mouth- it has you feel pride bloom in your chest.

Then, the blonde feels you lean down more, your fingertip brushing against her thigh. She pulls them open, the water warm against her throbbing pussy. When your fingers rest on her clit, you feel and hear her moan around you, her eyes shutting again.

With slow thrusts into the beauty’s warm mouth, you begin to circle your finger around her clit. Bela’s warm and soft beneath your skin, her nipples hard and fingers gripping the tub.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Bela?”, you coo. She gags as she attempts to answer and you chuckle.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well”, you moan. You’re getting close already, riled up from your own stunt just before the bath.

With hungry eyes you watch as her throat bulges a little when you push yourself deep in her mouth, tears running down her cheek as she gags for you. “You’re perfect, my beautiful girl”, you whisper. She moans and whimpers at this, hips bucking up.

“What’s that? Do you like that, Bela?”

She feels you pull out her mouth for a moment to trace her thick, wet lips with your tip, then push yourself back inside. She gags and whimpers yet again, eyes pressing shut as your full balls keep slapping against her face. She wants to be taken and bred by you so badly.

Bela squirms when you keep targeting her sensitive clit, her legs slung over the side of the bathtub. You don’t care about the mess it creates, the wetness on the floor tiles.

All you can focus on is her heaving chest and little moans and whimpers, her gags and flushed face.

You manage to have it go on a little longer, your hips thrusting forth and back, your head thrown back, yet it’s a futile fight when you’re feeling this close.

Feeling her cum and squirt from the treatment of her clit, you finally allow yourself to let go too.

Bela gasps the moment you slip out her mouth and cover her chin and chest in cum, some even landing on her cheek. She giggles at this, and with hooded eyes you watch as she swipes it off with her finger, then sucks it into her mouth. The blonde is a lot naughtier than you originally expected her to be…

The submissive blonde rises on shaky legs when you pull her out the tub and shrieks adorably in surprise when she is instead pushed up on the sink.

When you stand between her thighs, she wraps them around you eagerly. “You’re breathtaking”, you praise, hands exploring her body, lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. She moans against your mouth, hips rising slightly.

“Please, I-need-“, you shush her with your lips, feeling her hum against them. You know just what your little omega wants from you, and you’re not about to deny the beauty nor yourself.

Bela reaches down eagerly, her index and middle finger spreading her southern lips erotically as you push yourself inside of her.

She’s quite tight around you, and warm, and so very wet. Her eyes roll to the back of her head upon feeling you inside, the feeling of a cock filling her a rare one. You’re not surprised, given her Mother’s distaste of men.

Bela gasps when she feels your lips around her nipple, kissing and licking lightly as you begin thrusting your hips. Golden eyes flutter close again as she leans her head back against the wall and tangles her hand in your hair.

“Y-Yes! A-AAh!”

“Go-oood!”

“A-AH! AH! More!”

Your hips pick up their pace with each of her breathlessly spoken phrases, until you hold her hips tightly and thrust up into her, using her cunt almost like a fleshlight for your cock. Bela’s a mere moaning mess for you.

“Yes! Yes! More!”, she screams, moans and shrieks tumbling from her wet lips.

She twitches in your arms when you angle yourself differently, hitting the most sensitive spot inside of her with each deep thrust. She’s gripping you so tight, you can’t wait to fill your beautiful new omega up.

“You fe-feel s-so goood…!”, she slurs out, her breasts bouncing with each thrust inside of her.

You grab a fistful of her blonde hair, admiring how in the light it almost seems like a golden halo surrounding her.

Bela gasps when she is pulled to you by her hair, your lips brushing against hers yet again.

“Do you want to be bred, little omega?”, you ask, nearly out of breath and trembling as you hold back from cumming in her already. You want the sweet blonde to cum first.

Bela arches her back when you rub her clit yet again, the little bundle of nerves warm and sensitive below your thumb. Her legs start shaking in no time.

She nods quickly to answer your question, tongue darting out to lick your lips. “I need it in me..!”, she answers, her hips bucking helplessly at the pleasure she receives.

She’s so sensitive after her orgasm, something you’ve noticed as you lifted her out the tub.

“Ple-Ah! AH! A-AAH!”, she gasps and moans with every thrust made into her and stimulating her.

At last, you feel her cum, tight pussy gripping your cock as you too orgasm and shoot thick ropes of warm cum inside her slightly stretched cunt.

[…]

At last, you’re finished with the blonde, her naked body pressed against yours in her bed, her chest rising and falling evenly as she sleeps.

Lovingly, you trace the mark left on her neck.

Cassandra’s part, once out, will be linked: HERE

Daniela’s part, once out, will be linked: HERE

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village

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strawberry-whorecake · 11 months

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It Started With A Book | C.B.

pairing: Charlie Barber x fem!reader

summary: You were Henry’s babysitter. He employed you to watch his son. You were a pretty little thing, and he should’ve known better than to pursue you… but damn could he just not help himself.

word count: 6.7k

warnings: swearing, age gap (reader is of age), dirty talk, praise, innocence kink, size kink, breeding kink (kind of??), PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of the book ‘Lolita’

A/N: the ‘Henry’s babysitter’ thing has been done before so full credit to everyone else who’s written one for the inspo !! i let my daddy issues run rampant with this one whoops

Charlie had known you since you were sixteen. He hired you for the first time when he was still with Nicole, before the entirely messy divorce had unfolded.

You were bright eyed and eager to please, which he liked. He was even more gratified when Henry took an immediate liking to you, especially since Henry didn’t click with many others.

He adored the way that you adored Henry, how you indulged to him one time that you saw the job more like hanging out with a friend; that you didn’t see Henry as an obligation, but as someone you enjoyed being around.

He was especially thankful that following the divorce you still didn’t seem to mind in the slightest to keep babysitting for him when he had obligations he simply couldn’t get out of; or in simpler terms— him not wanting to bring Henry to the theater and keep him up past his bedtime.

Charlie cursed himself for the way he took more notice of you the moment you turned eighteen— the way you interacted with Henry, the way your lashes would flutter when you wished him goodnight before you left, the way your soft lips would curl into a gentle smile when he’d walk in the door.

He scrutinized the way he could recall every flick of color in your irises. The way your skin looked soft and supple. He damned the innocent air that surrounded you, the one he so desperately wanted to defile and tear into with his teeth.

He knew it was wrong, and he hated himself for it. But goddamn could he not help himself when he got sight of you.

He looked forward to the private moments when Henry was fast asleep that you two would share a small and admittedly polite conversation, typically about the books you were reading before he would unfortunately wish you goodnight and safe travels home.

He cherished those moments because while you’d ramble on about everything you and Henry had done in the evening, he’d get to stare into your eyes— look over your gorgeous features— and if he was feeling particularly daring and depraved, sneak a glance down your body.

Tonight was no exception. It was a little after ten pm when he pulled open the door. He watched as you perked up at his arrival and he selfishly relished in the attention.

“Hi, Charlie. How was everything at the theater?” you spoke in a hushed voice, same as you did every night. He watched as you shut the book in your hands, placing it in your lap as he pulled off his coat and set down his case.

“Oh, you know…” he said with an airy chuckle, allowing his eyes to look over you again as they did when you first arrived earlier this evening. He looked forward to looking at you more so when he’d arrive home, in the privacy of just you and him.

“Henry’s asleep?” he asked, eyes looking over your chosen outfit. The shirt you wore from a band that he without a doubt believed you’d barely knew of their greatness as they came before your time. That pleated tennis skirt that stopped just at the beginning of your thighs. His eyes wandered farther, down to the ankles of your socks and that pair of utterly adorable mary janes.

You nodded curtly, and he watched those lips of yours pull up into the corners. “He had dinner- all he wanted was mac and cheese, so I gave in." you giggled sweetly, "Then we played board games for a while before he went to bed at eight, like you asked.”

‘Good girl’ had almost burst from his lips, but he quickly stifled it with a gentle clearing of his throat. “Perfect. What is it this time?” he nodded toward the book in your lap. You picked it up, outstretching it towards him. “It’s uh, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, are you familiar?”

Charlie hummed as he turned the book over in his hands, he noticed the way your eyes followed his movements. “I am actually. Quite a controversial novel, but I’ll admit the writing is fantastic.”

You nodded again, “I couldn’t agree more. It’s written beautifully considering…" Your gentle chuckle filled the room with such an air of purity, he couldn’t help but crack a soft smile as he handed you back the book.

He watched as you stood, smoothing out the fabric of your skirt— his sign the night was ending… tonight, he couldn’t let that happen. He held up a thick finger, “Hold that thought, will you?”

He took notice to the confused look in your wide eyes, but you nodded once more, and with the okay he slipped into his bedroom momentarily, running his fingers along his vast collection of books until he found what he was looking for.

Returning a moment later with a haste to his steps as he couldn’t wait to be facing you once more, he held out the book in your direction. “Here, this is for you.”

He watched your eyes look curiously to the book in his hand before you took it in both of yours. He watched as your eyes wandered the cover of his copy of Lolita, your lashes fluttered in astonishment and disbelief before those eyes of yours met his. “Charlie… you can’t be serious…”

He chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly. “I’m partial to hardcovers myself,” he used a thick finger to tap the book now in your hands. “This is a first edition print, but it’s still in mint condition.”

His words made your fingers loosen slightly on your grip, your eyes widening a bit more. “Charlie…”

He shook his head, “No, no, take it. I want you to have it.”

Your brows knit lightly as you looked at him, trying to find any ounce that he wasn’t serious— but oh, was he. Just the idea of your small, nimble, perfectly manicured little fingers caressing the pages before you’d turn to the next one made him more than sure of what he was doing. He loved your hands, and how little they were in comparison to his— but then again, everything about him was huge in comparison to you.

“I’m going to give you a hug for this, that’s your warning.” you giggled, making him smile again. His eyes followed you as you turned to carefully place the book on the couch before you turned to him again, practically colliding with him as your arms did their best to wrap around his broad frame.

He easily entangled his arms around you, it only took one of his arms to encompass you, but he indulged himself in wrapping them both around your back, gently rubbing it with his hand.

He felt you sigh softly, felt the rise and fall of your chest against him as his hands slowly tangled into your hair, playing with it around his fingers.

You looked up at him— you looked like an angel. Your eyes wide, blinking softly as you looked up at him. Your cheeks tinged with color.

His heart kicked up speed, he could feel his own cheeks growing pink with fluster. His hand trailed from your back, using his knuckles to caress their way up to your cheek until he took your face against his palm. You were utterly still under his touch as he drew you in closer— his longing to feel you against him was unbearable...

“Would you maybe… let me kiss you?” Your breath hitched in your throat, your chest stuttering slightly in response as he held your gaze to be locked in on his. Your perfect lips parted, but they made no sound. His inquiry had rendered you speechless, forcing you to nod in response.

He felt as his lips curled up into a smile, unable to stop himself. His thumb caressed the soft skin of your cheek, urging your neck to crane further upward to meet his height as he leaned in, watching as your eyelids fluttered shut. He pressed his lips against your plush and plump awaiting lips.

He could feel your heartbeat against his own body, and for a moment he couldn’t discern whose heart was beating faster with the thumping of his own heart ringing in his ears.

He felt your arms snake around his body and press flat against his chest, he couldn’t help but lean into your touch. The feeling of your hands on him was like pure bliss— a sin he’d so often dreamt about. He couldn’t stop himself from letting his hand fall from your face as his arms encircled you, finding their way to the backs of your thighs, feeling just how plush and smooth the skin of your legs were against the pad of his fingers as he pulled you closer to him. He let his thumbs caress your flesh.

He also couldn’t stop the gentle groan of pleasure that pulled from his lips. You were pure ecstasy to him. Your body against his, the gentility of your lips, the sweet and mild smell of your shampoo– all of it overwhelmed his senses and drew him into you, if he had half a mind he’d admit that all of this grew a kindling flame of obsession for you.

Now that he was in, he was all in. All his cards in your basket. Previously he just loved the small things about you but now he felt he had a deeper knowledge of you that dove beyond the surface, and he was drowning in you.

He pulled away just slightly, his lips ghosting over yours not wanting to be apart from them for too long. “You taste so sweet.” he purred before diving back against your lips, catching your bottom between his teeth as he tugged at it gently. When you whimpered at his actions he felt like his brain was going into overdrive. He was dizzy, his head full of just you and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Your voice was soft, slightly embarrassed, and stuttered as you spoke. “Ch-Charlie… I’ve wanted to kiss you for quite some time now.”

He hummed at your words, fingers teasing shapes into the flesh on the back of your thighs, making your bottom lip quiver as he looked you over. He had you eating out of his palm and that’s exactly where he wanted you. He saw the embarrassment flicker through your eyes at your own admission and he pulled you impossibly closer again– if you were any further against his body you’d be inside his bones, and he wasn’t sure that he minded that idea all that much. Those perfect fingers of yours trailed up and down his chest pulling a deep sigh from within it.

He buried his lips against your neck, tasting how sweet and soft and warm you were and he couldn’t help but imagine how you’d taste from between your thighs. He purred your name, “Jump…” he instructed.

He saw the slight confusion flood over your expression, and he pinched at the back of your thighs again. To his relief, you obliged. Your arms tangled around his neck and with a leap he quickly grabbed hold of your waist as your legs wrapped around his hips.

It seemed you couldn’t control yourself just as he, and your lips immediately found his as he walked you backward before pinning you between him and the wall. “You’re such a tease, you know that?” he hummed against your lips, his cock twitching in his slacks as you whimpered again.

“J-Just don’t drop me, will you?” you piped up, a hint of nervousness in your tone and he chuckled darkly. “I would never, I’ve got you.” he assured, pushing you against the wall with his hips as his hands gripped your sides. His lips crashed into yours with intense fervor, tracing his tongue along your bottom lip before prodding his tongue into your mouth. You tasted like candy– so incredibly sweet it almost made his teeth ache but he couldn’t get enough.

His fingers teased the hem of your shirt, feeling the fabric of your top against his skin. “Can I take this off?” his tone was as polite as he could manage, but there was a hint of order to it, like it wasn’t truly an inquiry but a warning that he was going to remove it anyway. His lips found your neck again and he was pleased when he felt you nod against him, adorable little whines and mewls gurgled in your throat in desperation. “Arms up, sweet girl.” he hummed.

You didn’t seem to completely trust him to not drop you as you nervously lifted your arms— but just barely. But drop you, he would absolutely not. He dug his hips into yours, forcing a gentle groan to lurch past his lips as his imprisoned cock pressed against your concealed core. The action made your arms rise up as you gasped softly and he wasted no time to tug your shirt over your head.

He pulled back a moment to admire you– your neck, your collar bones, the bulge of flesh that made up your ever-so-perfect and supple breasts and how they bubbled over the white and lacy confining fabric of your bra.

His fingers trailed up your abdomen, feeling the heat radiating off your skin and onto the pads of his fingers and wandered farther, finding their way to the small pink rose embellishment in the center of your breasts. He flicked it gently, chuckling to himself as even your under layers held a breath of innocence.

He couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering as he compared you to the little pink rose, so small, soft and innocent— it was a simple rendition of how he saw you.

His attention was drawn back to your fingers pulling needily at his own top, fingering the buttons of his dress shirt. “Want me to take this off, pretty?” He watched as your teeth bit down on the plush of your lip and you nodded.

He’d never known his fingers to work so fast, grazing from one button to the next with incredible ease as he worked up to the very top button. He couldn’t control his excitement as you assisted him in pulling the top off his arms. He watched as your eyes roamed across him, taking in the rise and fall of his broad chest. One of your arms fell from the grip around his neck, tracing down his pecs.

He held onto your hips, fingers gently gripping at your flesh as he resisted every urge to dig his fingers in, bruise you beneath his touch. You were soft, too pure for that– but he desired with every ounce of himself to taint you.

His lips found your neck again, and he teased his tongue along your skin, before placing open mouthed kisses further down your neck, finding finality against your collar bones. He could feel your heart thumping wildly in your chest against his chin. “Charlie…” you whimpered.

God– he loved the sound of his name off your lips. It made his groin ache, longing to be buried deep in your cunt, begging to hear how it would sound as you screamed it, trembling around him.

Your hips shifted beneath his hands as more whimpers fell from your lips. You grinded your core against his hardness in a desperate attempt for friction, drawing a groan from his throat. “You want something, little girl?”

You whined in embarrassment again, your head finding its way to the crook of his neck as your arms tangled around it once more, holding yourself steady. He chuckled again, diving his hands between your bodies and dipped his thick fingers beneath the waistband of that oh-so incredibly short skirt you wore this evening. Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers teased your clothed core. “This what you want? You need attention here?”

Your pathetic mewl only made his cock twitch again— christ, was he impatient. But you were an angel, he intended on treating you like such... luring you in gently before truly defiling you.

Your hips bucked against his hand, and his lip curled into a smirk again. He slid his fingers over your clothed slit again. “I’m gonna need to hear your words, sweet girl.” The pet name drove you crazy– he knew so from the way the heartbeat between your legs pounded against his awaiting fingers.

“P-Please…” you pleaded pathetically. He hummed again, “Of course, pretty.” His fingers pulled your panties aside and he finally achieved one of his deepest desires– getting to touch you between those pretty little thighs. You whimpered against his skin, tightening your arms ever so slightly around his neck as his fingers barely even touched you.

He slid his fingers between your slit, gathering your wetness on the length of his fingers, and he teasingly sucked his teeth. “For such a good girl you’re so wet…” he purred, pressing his cheek against your forehead. The heat of your face burned in the crook of his neck and you mewled. It was so easy to fluster you.

He stroked his fingers through your core a few times, letting them caress your sensitive nub every now and again to earn more whines of desperation out of you before his fingertip teased your entrance. “Mmm… I’m gonna make you feel so good, little girl.” You whimpered pathetically once more and he couldn’t stop himself from smirking.

He took his longest finger and slowly pushed it inside of you, feeling the way your velvet walls sucked him deeper and clenched around him. You felt like a glimpse of heaven, and he longed to bury his dick inside of you instead, but you were incredibly tight only around one finger.

He teasingly sucked his teeth again. “Now, how am I ever going to fit my cock inside your perfect little pussy, hmm? I might split you in half.” His words made you clench around his finger, and you dragged your hips again. He took the hint, withdrawing his finger before prodding it back inside of you, earning a soft and stuttered sigh out of you.

He let his eyes flutter shut as he rested his head against yours, fucking into you with his middle finger until he thought you were ready, then he eased his ring finger inside you, curling his hand and dragging his fingers as he seemed to pet you from the inside.

He hummed in content at the way you immediately took him in, listening to the soft whimpers that bubbled in your throat as his fingers stroked you. He cupped his hand slightly, catching your clit with his thumb which he wasted no time to rub small circles against. He smirked as your hands gripped tighter around his neck.

Your hips gently rocked against his hand as he held you steady between him and the wall, making sure you weren’t going anywhere. Your walls seemed to suck him in deeper, desperate for his intrusive fingers.

Just on his fingers you felt like a dream– warm, velvety, slick. He adored using his fingertips to explore every centimeter of your walls, poking and prodding every ounce of you he could find as he curled his fingers inside you.

His head pulled away from the top of your own and he cocked his head to bury his lips against your neck, needing to taste you again as you softly mewled at how his hands worked inside and against you.

His tongue lapped at your skin before he gently sucked on your flesh, his teeth catching before he bit down earning a shocked gasp from you. He couldn’t help but chuckle. He felt like he was biting down into the soft and delicate flesh of a peach. He withdrew himself before grazing his teeth along another spot on your neck, biting down once again. He was gentle, like he made himself promise to be… but every soft gasp you made made him want to bite harder and harder.

Every time he nibbled on your neck you clenched around his fingers and he couldn’t stop himself from working them faster— your sweet, kittenish sounds growing more incessant.

When your breath hitched in your throat and you let out a particularly strained whine, his fingers seemed to act on their own accord, picking up more pace inside of you. “You gonna cum on my fingers, pretty girl?”

You held tighter around his neck, burying your face deeper into his skin as you nodded feebly, more strained whines escaping from your throat. His thumb drew tighter, more meticulous circles around your clit. “Look at me, sweet girl…”

This time your whine was in defiance, not wanting to draw your head away from the crook of his neck. “Don’t make me ask you again.” he warned.

When you withdrew from his neck, he swore he’d died and was facing the great beyond. Your brows were knit perfectly in pleasure, your eyes barely open; drunk on the bliss he was providing you. Your lips were parted, soft pants leaking from between them as your chin trembled slightly. “Fuck... you’re gorgeous.” he groaned looking you over. Your expression was motivation enough for him to push you over the edge, and it didn’t take long with the calculated movements of his fingers for you to crumble in his hands.

Your lips fell into a perfect little ‘o’ as your eyes rolled back before your lashes fluttered shut. Your walls constricted and stroked his fingers as your cunt flooded with warmth. He quickly buried his lips against yours, swallowing down the cries of your rapture to keep you quiet. As much as he wanted nothing more than to hear that sweet melodious pitch of your moans, he knew better than to risk being overheard.

He drew a few more gentle circles over your clit as he worked you through your release before your eyes opened again and found their way to his. A sloppy smile tugged gently at the corner of your lips and he withdrew his hand.

“Open that pretty mouth.” he ordered, and you obeyed instantly. He plunged his thick, slick coated fingers against your tongue. “Suck.”

You mewled pathetically as you followed instructions. He groaned as your tongue slid between his fingers, lapping up every ounce of your release. Your cheeks dented divinely as you sucked on his digits.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth with a pop and quickly brought them to his own mouth, tasting your sweetness and saliva on his own tongue. He hummed against his fingers, the sensation making his cock twitch again and he couldn’t deprave himself any longer of the need to slide himself inside you.

“Think you can take me now, sweet girl?” he purred, dragging his thumb along your bottom lip. When you nodded he sucked his teeth again, “Use your words.”

You whined pathetically before you spoke, “P-Please, Charlie.” His lips pulled into a smirk at your obedience. “Such a good girl you are.”

His hands found your waist as he pulled you away from the wall, your legs clinging to his hips to steady yourself as he carried you as silently as he could down the hall and into the bedroom. He used his shoulder to shut the door, only continuing to the bed when it clicked against the frame.

He laid you on the bed gently as if too much pressure would cause you to shatter. He watched as your back arched upward to meet his hands. They curled into the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down.

His boyish excitement bubbled in his chest at the sight of your delightfully matching set of underwear. He couldn’t help himself from wondering if you always wore matching underwear or, if more self-indulgently, you knew by a greater power that he wouldn’t be able to help himself this evening and you wore them just for him.

You were a divine sight as his eyes roamed over you. The way your thighs met at the top, the smooth skin of your stomach rising and falling as you breathed with anticipation. You were glorious, and you were all for him.

As his hands began to work at the clasps of his slacks your hands snaked under your back to unclasp your bra. He quickly grabbed at your wrist. “Let me.” he pleaded. He needed to be the one to strip you of your clothing. With a nod of verification he withdrew his hand and kicked off his shoes before he stepped out of his pants, pushing them with little care out of the way.

He leaned over your perfect body, starting with an open mouthed kiss just above your pelvis before trailing them upward until he reached the underwire of your bra. His hands encircled around your frame, pushing between your skin and the sheets on the mattress to find the clasp against your back.

When his fingers made contact he fought against his haste to rip it off of you, instead delicately and teasingly unhooking one clasp, then the next, until the only support the bra had on your body was by the straps on your shoulders.

He pulled away from you, writhing his hands away from your back and to your shoulders as he dragged the straps down your arms, watching as your nipples immediately pebbled in the open air of his room.

He oddly missed the sight of the little rose between your breasts, but the supple flesh of your chest made up for its departure. His hands traced down your sides before roaming up toward your breasts, pawing at them as he placed kisses between them– hearing your sweet little hums of pleasure returning as he flicked his thumb over your bud.

He looked up at you from between your breasts, as your hands tangled gently into his hair, combing it out of the way of his eyes. “You’re perfect.” he praised as he pulled his lips away from you.

He stood to his full height, trailing his hands down your sides until his fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties. This was it– this was the vision he was waiting for. Your body completely bare for him, every ounce of your flesh ready to be swallowed down by his eyes.

His breath hitched in his throat as he sucked down his excitement. First he saw your hips and the beginning of your pelvis, then he dragged the fabric further, finally bearing witness to your perfect little mound.

He dragged your panties all the way down your smooth legs before discarding them to the floor. He took hold of your knees and pushed them backward so you could display yourself for him.

Your whines of embarrassment as he gazed upon your idyllic cunt didn’t deter him in the slightest. He was swallowing up the vision of you– legs spread, completely stripped down for him.

He couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped past his lips. You were unparalleled. And right now, you were his. His cock twitched at the sight, and he palmed himself through his boxers, keeping one hand to caress up and down the side of your thigh.

As soon as his hand met himself he groaned softly, the excitement coursing through his veins again that momentarily he’d be buried deep inside your sweet cunt. Your awaiting eyes, the slightly nervous expression on your face made you seem ethereal– like you were just a dream and he had to resist the urge to pinch himself to verify that you were in fact very real.

He couldn’t take the wait any longer, it felt like it was eating him alive the longer he stared at the glistening evidence of your prior release still slick on your pussy. He tugged down his boxers with haste, kicking them to join his slacks off to the side. Your breath hitched as you caught sight of his size, making his eyes meet yours.

A smirk pulled on his lips, “I know you can take it, sweet girl.” he cooed, taking himself in his hand and giving him a few strokes. He smeared the precum across his length, circling his hand around his girth. His tip was angry, desperate to be buried deep inside you, and his veins pulsed in agreement. In just a moment he’d be able to feel his cock against your velveteen walls.

He kneeled on the edge bed, running his tip through your folds, making you whimper again. He shushed you gently, “Don’t worry, pretty. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

He coated himself with your slick as he aligned himself with your entrance. He slowly, using all the restraint he had to not just completely sheathe himself inside you, pushed into you. Your cunt immediately clenched, tightening around what little he’d put in.

He groaned, working more of himself inside you as you strained out moans, struggling against his size.

The feeling was beyond what he thought he was prepared for. You were beyond perfect. His fingers did little to prepare him for this. Your cunt squeezed against him while simultaneously trying to draw him in, plush walls fluttering around his length.

He couldn’t stop himself, he pushed all the way into you as far as his cock would go, letting out a guttural groan as he bottomed out. “Fuck- you take me so good… you feel incredible.” he praised. You were reduced to only whines and whimpers as you fought to adjust to him, but he didn’t care.

His fingers drifted from your thighs to your tummy, his eyes widening in admiration as he caressed and admired the bulge in your belly where his dick resided from inside.

Christ, he wanted to fuck you dumb, fuck you so hard that you’d forget your own name, only babbling cock-drunken mumbles.

He pulled out of you, no longer interested if you were adjusted or not before he plunged back inside of you, his head lurching forward as his eyes shut at the feeling. You clearly weren’t fully adjusted yet from your feeble cry, but not to worry, you’d be there soon enough.

He dragged his hips back, his hands finding their way to your hips again as he pulled you down onto him– another cry pouring from your lips. He indulged himself with the unrealistic idea that a pretty little thing like you had never been touched before, that you were all encompassingly his.

He hissed through his teeth, his own brows knitting over the idea. “F-Fuck…” he groaned. He found a rhythm, fucking into you as gently as he could but his need was quickly winning him over as he increased the pace of his hips.

The way you whimpered his name drove him wild. Your chest rose and fell heavily, your fingers clutching tightly at his bedsheets.

He leaned over you, pressing his lips to your neck again as he gently nibbled and sucked at the skin, your hands wrapping under his arms stabilized by your head– fingernails scratching down his back as he bucked his hips into you. His cock slid between your plush walls, he hissed curses as he sank down into you, pressing them against the skin of your throat.

“Fuck-” he purred your name, “You’re amazing.” he praised, making you whimper again.

You pressed your hips to his with every withdrawal, as if you couldn’t stand the idea of him pulling out of you, as if you couldn’t wait for him to fill you again.

He bit down onto your neck, a little harsher than he’d admittedly meant to, making you mewl out. He withdrew from your body and grabbed tightly onto your thighs, dragging you toward him as he moved to stand at the edge of the bed. He pulled your legs to either side of his shoulders, desperate to breach as much of you as he could– and he was instantly gratified when his cockhead prodded against the silky, firm makings of your cervix. A groan of your name pulled from his throat as he sheathed himself against it.

Every pound of his hips to yours, every ram against your insides, made you cry out. He looked at the angelic expression of your pleasure before he leaned forward and pressed his hand over your mouth. As desperate as he was for you, he was even more so to not wake Henry– he wanted this moment to last forever, uninterrupted by anyone or anything.

With your noises muffled by his strong palm his movements grew fervid, his teeth gritting together to stifle his own sounds of pleasure. Your walls stroked him effortlessly, it drove him wild– borderline animalistic.

Your hands wrapped and gripped around his wrist as he looked over you, your brows knit together, your eyes pinched tightly shut as he fucked into you, each harsh thrust making your tits bounce as skin slapped against skin.

It was filthy, you were such an innocent and delicate thing, yet you let him fill you up with his cock like a whore.

That familiar clench he felt around his fingers now overwhelmed his length. His hand clutched tighter over your mouth as your whimpers grew incessant. You were unraveling right around him.

“Gonna-cum-on-my-cock-like-a-good-girl?” he emphasized his words with thrusts of his hips making you cry out against his palm. Your walls continued to clench, fluttering around him as he fucked into you.

Hitting again and again against the firm, slick surface of your cervix, the noises he worked so hard on muffling– he was nearing bliss himself. You nodded against his hand, muttering stuttered pleas against the skin of his palm.

“Then cum, sweet girl.” His hips slammed against yours again and as if he’d said the magic-fucking-word, your cunt fluttered causing his tip to twitch as your walls stroked him, your second release unraveling.

His hand dug harsher against your mouth as he watched you reach your peak– your eyes rolled before your lashes fluttered, pinching tightly shut. You cried out curses against his hand as you came on his dick.

He groaned as you milked his cock. White hot euphoria blurred his eyes as he leaned his head back, hips stuttering only for a moment before he shot ropes of cum deep inside your cunt.

You whimpered against his palm, your walls fluttering around him as he twitched, still thrusting into you but at a much slower fervency now. He opened his eyes and huffed harshly, looking down into your fucked out expression as he withdrew his hand.

He shoved your legs off his shoulders, closing in the distance between yours and his body as he crashed his lips against yours hungrily, clashing teeth against lips in the haste.

You moaned into his mouth and he happily swallowed them down, panting into your own, still dragging his hips through the end of his orgasm.

You were fucking perfect. He couldn’t say it enough, you were a gift from the heavens above; an angel. He often fantasized about the idea of fucking you– but he found his fantasies were not nearly as incredible as the genuine thing.

Fucks sake– he would happily stay buried in your cunt til the end of time. He pulled away from your lips, leaving you to whine in the loss of contact as he stood up to his full height and took himself in his hand, withdrawing from you.

As he unsheathed himself he watched as the combination of your releases slid from your hole… he couldn’t have that. He needed it to stay deep inside of you. Needed a part of him to remain in your cunt as a reminder of what he did to you, how he soiled your sweet air of innocence.

He dragged his tip along your folds, gathering up as much of it as he could before he gently shoved his cock back inside of you, making you whimper pathetically in overstimulation. He buried himself up inside you, bucking his hips gently as you tightened around him, making him hiss between his teeth.

You whimpered his name and he huffed softly, “Okay, sweet girl.” he cooed, curling over you again, and writhed a hand through your hair consolingly as he unsheathed from your sweet cunt.

Fucked out, skin tainted stickily with sweat, eyes heavy and tired… you were still nothing less than perfect to him– perhaps in this state even more so.

He was filled to the brim with desire for you, but he couldn’t stop himself from pressing a soft and gentle kiss to your lips. One of love rather than lust. He adored the way you hummed against his lips. His hands trailed gently up and down your sides.

He pulled away from your lips, looking down over your face as he gently caressed your cheek with the back of his knuckles. Perfect, he told himself again.

He helped you redress, as you were relentlessly unsteady on your own legs, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. He savored the way your fingers clutched his shoulders for stabilization as he helped you step into your underwear. He relished the way your head lolled softly against his chest as he pulled on your bra, clasping it in the back.

It was admittedly a walk of shame back to the living room for your shirt, but he’d do it a million times over just for you, for the way you depended on him for his assistance.

The two of you stood for a moment, neither one of you knowing exactly what to say as your eyes roamed each other. You were both, however, in a silent agreement that nobody could ever know what had happened… though Charlie selfishly hoped it would happen again.

“Let me help you.” he murmured, rushing to help you gather your bag, assisting you to pull it over your shoulder before you spun to look at him again.

He couldn’t help but smile as the fucked out expression still tainted your features. “Well… thank you for the book.” you mumbled softly.

After all that, he’d admittedly forgotten all about the book. His lips parted momentarily before they reconnected into a smile, and he softly shook his head. “I know it’s in good hands.”

He watched as your lips curled up into a gentle and innocent smile. “You’ll call me next time you need a sitter, right?” He noted your eyes nervously looking between his own, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. He wrapped his arm around your waist, drawing you closer, “You don’t think I’m getting rid of you any time soon, do you? Quite the opposite actually, sweet girl.”

You hummed softly as he placed a kiss on your forehead, making his heart beat a little harder in his chest.

He was rather saddened to watch you pull away from him, making your way to the front door– he wanted nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and carry you to his bed to rest your tired body, but he knew he couldn’t do that.

So, he swallowed down his disappointment and unlocked the door for you, pulling it open.

You began to walk out, and he let himself indulge in the gentle sway of your hips as you walked past him, before you stopped, one hand on the frame of the door as you turned to face him.

He watched as your adorable wide eyes stared back into his. “Good night, Charlie.”

He beamed, “Good night,” he purred your name. You lingered a moment longer, and he resisted the urge to raise a questioning brow, until your hand met his chest and your lips met his for one last kiss– you pulled away after a moment, and with an air of excitement you quickly turned on your heel and made your way out the door.

He watched you glance back at him with that girlishly playful smile and he couldn’t help but chuckle. When you were out of sight he shut the door behind you, letting himself collapse against it as he writhed a hand through his hair, selfishly recalling tonight’s memories which were still, and would remain fresh in his mind for quite a while… surely until he saw you again, which he quickly made mental note to need you to watch Henry again soon.

You were a dangerous game, but Charlie wanted nothing more than to play.

#adcu #adcu smut #charlie barber x reader #charlie barber x you #charlie barber smut #adcu x reader #adam driver #smut #whorecake fics

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (part 5)

(Part 4) (PART 6) Aegon slouched into his chair glaring at his spent seed in his hand, he had half a mind to chase after you to smear it down your face, he hated when his seed went to waste, at least with is smeared across your face it would be something pretty for you to think about when you continued you tasks for the day. Aegon begrudgingly got out of his chair and walked to his bathing chambers walking to the cold fresh water before gently wiping his cock and hands clean thinking how he could annoy his brother, how to drive him mad with the thought that Aegon was able to pleasure himself with the view of you working in front of him. He smiled as he stuffed his cock back into his breeches walking back into his chambers, he eyed his bed tempted to know if you smelled half as pleasant as you looked, he walked out of his chambers on the hunt for either you or his brother. Aegon after scouring the keep for the two of you, he couldn’t find you anywhere he could smell you, by the seven he thought he may have heard you, but he hadn’t seen you, but Aemond, Aegon found him rather quickly finding him in his usual couch, tucked away under a window. He smiled as he made his way over to his brother, practically bouncing on his feet, he was ever so pleased to ruin his brother’s day, “Aemond brother, I have seen that little servant of yours” he said in sing song voice, as he approached Aemond, who sat on his chair his long hair hiding his face, “Is that right brother?” Aemond says as he flipped a page, sounding bored of his brother already “Oh yes, you know they are so very pleasing” Aegon said, as he sat down on the arm rest of the couch his brother sat on, giving Aegon a full view of Aemond face. Aemond hummed as he flipped another page, “I am pleased to see you have found another pillow to chase brother” he said, again sounding bored, Aegon’s face gained a rather large grin as he spoke his next words, “Yes, they seem…rather intent on my actions, even allowing me to go as far as touching them bare” It was lie, a bold lie, but a lie all the same, Aegon watched as his brother paused in his reading, Aegon’s smile growing brighter, as Aemond’s body tensed, as rage passed through him. “Is that so brother?” Aemond asked through gritted teeth, Aegon turned his head away looking out the window from his little perch on the arm rest, nodding as if it was such a grave and serious matter, “Yes brother, they seem to be desperate and needy” He said, as Aemond stood dropping his now discarded book to the couch. “Excuse me brother, I have believe something requires my full attention” Aemond said as he stormed out of the room.

You had been on your feet all day, walking back and forth between the chambers, your arms ached as you walked finally sinking to your knees, a breath of relief escaping your feet felt if they were given a voice that they would scream, you picked up your scrubbing brush as you began to try and clean the blood that seemed to appear at the will of the gods. As you scrubbed you heard angry footsteps rushing down the hall, you lifted your head when you saw Aegon run down the hall laughing, sporting a bloody nose and a bruise that seemed to become darker with every passing moment, “BROTHER!” Aemond yelled, as he chased after Aegon, his fist bruised, bloody and cut. “Yes brother dearest?” Aegon said, as he came to a dead stop at the stairs, staring down at you on the floor on all fours, and he smiled one of the sweetly sicking smiles, the one he would use to convince young sweet thing to climb into his bed. You stood quickly, grabbing the pale of water and your brush before quickly pulling to the side trying to get out of the way of whatever the brothers where fighting over, “Oh brother, look -” Aegon began to yell, before Aemond’s fist caught him in the jaw. “I care little for your words as of now brother” Aemond said, grabbing Aegon by his tunic and shook him, “How dare you defile what is mine Aegon” he said gritting his teeth, giving him another punch, before dragging him down the stairs, Aemond’s eyes caught sight of you, he gave you a glare that put the fear of the gods into your heart as he passed by. You pulled in on yourself a little to shield yourself from his glare, you stared at his back as he walked down the hall, wondering what you had done to incur his wrath, you sighed as you sunk back to you knees scrubbing now the bloody line, hoping that you would be able to clean the blood out before Taryn screamed at you. as you tried to scrub the blood out the floor, you heard another set of footsteps this time fairly lighter than Aemond or Aegon, you lifted you head to find R’hillor in incarnate Taryn walked towards you, you closed your eyes as you continued to scrub the floor. He stopped in front of you holding his hand to you, you pause as you look at it unsure what he wished for “I want your hand, or do you wished to experience pain again” he near barked at you, he quickly gave him your hands, as he instructed watching as he flipped them over eyeing. He then dropped them like they were on fire “Pathetic, they are soft, and un-bloody” he said, as he kicked the water bucket over, “labor with speed wilding, I do not wish to explain how you have failed your duties to my lady” he said as he walked away.

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He was reading a book.

It was peculiar, really, seeing him in such a state of concentration, his dark eyes scanning the words with a kind of urgency you'd never seen before.

The paperback book easily bent to his will in his hand, thick fingers curled under the spine. You knew exactly what those fingers were capable of, how they played you skillfully—far better than he could play the guitar that leaned against his desk in his dorm.

You sat across from him, placing your bag over the table with more force than necessary to grab his attention. His eyes flicked to yours immediately, quickly scanning over your outfit choice of the day before settling back on his book. There was a slight curve to his lips.

You snorted, plopping down on the chair and adjusting your skirt. It was a nice day, and you wouldn't let it go to waste with a pair of sweats.

"So?" you questioned, "what's the problem?" You'd seen his text during class, asking you to meet him in the library as soon as the professor dismissed you.

"There wasn't a problem before," he tossed the book aside suddenly, "I just needed help with an assignment...but now there is a problem."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Rydal gestures below the table, "The skirt," he grinned, "It's nice, but I'm sure it'd look better off of you than on."

Can you hear that? The sound of me losing my shit?

THICK FINGERS BENDING THE PAPERBACK TO HIS WILL!!

The guitar headcanon!! The smirk!! What’s with Rydal and a pair of legs good lord this boy drives me nuts he’s such a Neanderthal 😂🤍

I can’t tell you the noise that left my mouth at the last line.

Caro is this fanfiction based on my fanfiction because what a gift ❤️❤️

So lemme just —

This is why you aren’t allowed to study together.

That self assured smile combined with the casual way he tossed the book he was reading on the table before sliding himself across like some pathetic high school romance wannabe was the last thing you remember before giving into your baser instincts.

His hands made their way into your hair, guiding your face up to his as he perched himself above you on the desk and leaned your head back to deepen the kiss. You didn’t stand a chance.

Rydal had thankfully chosen a secluded section of the library before he decided to publicly defile you, hands reaching for your middle the way they always did, squeezing and tightening around the softness of your flesh. Any insecurities you had regarding your outfit of the day were long gone the moment his eyes started undressing you but this, no, this was a different kind of reassurance.

Moaning into his mouth, you felt the stirrings of his trademark smirk against your lips and it pissed you off, frankly. What right did he have, summoning you here on the grounds of helping him with his homework only to back you against the bookshelf behind you and slide those thick fucking fingers of his up your inner thigh ever so slowly, waiting to hear your whine as confirmation that he barely had to touch you to make you pliant for him.

He was so—so meaty, there was so much of him you wanted to grab at, so much you couldn’t reach at once, so much you felt the desire to consume and yet you never reached your fill. And neither did he, by the way he groaned at feeling the wetness pooled between your thighs. You had to be quiet, you reminded yourself.

Pulling back to look you in the eyes as he inserted one finger, you had to bite your lip to keep your noises to a minimum but you didn’t dare back down as he slowly pushed in a second digit. As difficult as it would be, you didn’t want to let him win whatever pissing contest this was for him. For all you knew, this was some fucked up punishment for wearing a skirt around him. Not that you were complaining, not when he curled his fingers like that inside your heat.

“H-hurry,” you exhaled into him.

Rydal began slowly nodding as he looked down at you, his lids lowering as he stared at the way your pillowy bottom lip was being mauled by your teeth, knowing the perfect way to swirl his thumb around your hardened nub and expecting you to come undone for him within minutes. Asshole.

You wish he didn’t know the effect he had on you. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him that one night, the two of you staying up late after one of your many ‘study breaks’ that ended with you laying over his bare chest, skin to skin, sharing hard truths in the dark space of his dorm. That was the night you knew you weren’t getting rid of him anytime soon, not that you wanted to. That was also the night you told him, almost violently, how beautiful he was to you.

“Wanna ruin this fucking skirt, baby, come on,” he whispered to you, softly, selfishly.

Your hands were gripping his biceps, too overcome to continue their mapping of his body, as if you didn’t already have it committed to memory, as if you couldn’t wax poetry about it —

Rydal started kissing your neck, leaving wet marks that were rapidly cooling in the air conditioned corner you were standing in and the sensation of his hair brushing against your cheek, his soft lips burning you from the inside out, his fingers hitting you just right and one final swipe of his thumb had you coming with a stuttered gasp over his hand. He was quick to rise and cover your lips with his own to muffle your sounds, much to his mixed satisfaction and sorrow.

If you got banned from the school library because this idiot couldn’t keep his hands off you, you were going to murder him.

#I got carried away #inbox 💌#caro tag #rydal keener smut #rydal keener x reader #rydal keener x you #rydal keener fanfiction #rydal keener #Rydal keener fic #oxford comma fic #stay awake with me

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phxntomhives · 22 days

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My Kuro AU part 2

Because this is what I actually wanted to write. But I needed to first contextualize everything.

Part 1, with "the context" is here, if you are curious/missed it.

Spoiler for one major thing in the manga!

How O!Ciel got fianceé

Since R!Ciel is here, he is the one that is supposed to marry Lizzie, so O!Ciel is "free to take"

I assume this because Vincent and Rachel seemed to want to force him into the social rules, but on the contrary gave him space to be free and be himself

Maybe since R!Ciel had a fiancé he thought about trying to get one himself, but Vincent and Rachel told him it was ok to wait and that he didn't have to force himself.

Then fast forward to the twins at Weston, at the eve of the cricket tournament. Where the Bluewer older sisters start to push Adela on O!Ciel.

R!Ciel noticed the situation and went to kidnap save him from them.

I actually gave the sisters some names, let me show you (I didn't see any canon names aside Adela so I just went with what I like). Here they are:

Anyway, he is technically free and a wonderful possible husband. So they don't give up.

Lawrence apologize for days after the meeting. But if he is honest to himself, he likes O!Ciel enough so he isn't against the idea per se.

And because he likes him enough, he starts to call both the twins at his home so they can chat and spend time together. He also calls Clayton, because he wants to know how they are all doing at Weston.

After a while the twins convince Lawrence to invite McMillan too. They all just chat and have some nice time together.

Sometimes the other P4 join too because they were visitng Lawrence.

The older sisters make sure that Adela always passes by to say hi to O!Ciel. They also try to win him over because in general he grew on them. They like R!Ciel less because he is harder to tease and fights back.

After some "casual meetings" thanks to the older sisters, and a couple of actual casual meetings, O!Ciel and Adela ends up bonding a little and become friends.

The older sisters are celebrating and R!Ciel is pissed.

Some time passes and O!Ciel is getting more and more proposals of engagement. He tries to politely reject them all but some families are harder to convince than others.

When he is in second year at Weston during the eve of the tournament's party, he panicks when he is cornered by some ladies and says he is "unfortunately" taken. When asked the person he automatically blurts out Adela's name.

R!Ciel is nearby and almost dies chocking on his drink. He kidnaps his brother and ask him about the news and why he had no clue about it.

Vincent and Rachel are also very confused but try to not show it, unless until they hear an explanation. They just laugh it off and run to their children to try and fix the situation.

O!Ciel then explains he made it up. But unfortunately for him, rumors started to spread already. Vincent says he will take care of it first thing next morning. Rachel teases O!Ciel about having a crush and R!Ciel is pouting in a corner.

Unfortunately Vincent can't fix anything because Lawrence and his older sisters appears the day after at school and Lawrence is pissed. "I trusted you. How dare you defile my younger sister?"

Then O!Ciel has to explain everything and he feels guilty about lying but he didn't do it on purpose.

Lawrence says he understand but he should hold onto his words now, at least for a decent amount of time, because otherwise it would ruin Adela's reputation.

O!Ciel understands and this is how he got engaged in half a day. Vincent is in the back and has to restrain himself for laughing at how the sisters got what they wanted by pure accident.

The sister makes it so that Adela can also join them for the tournament so she can cheer on her fiancé.

She is awkward after they meet for the first time and hits him with a book. He apologize thousands of time, but since neither of them can rewind time, they are stuck with it and try to make it work. He also swears to never use her as mean to run away from problems again.

Their own relationship doesn't really change, they just hangout a little more often. It's the Bluewere siblings that are mostly affected: the younger twins start to call O!Ciel "big-bro" while the older sisters call him "brother in law" to make him blush and to piss off R!Ciel

Will they stay together or not? Only time will tell, but there is a basis of mutual respect at least.

If they stay together, Adela automatically wins the arguments because she reminds him he was the one that chose her, she didn't ask for anything, and he can just admit defeat.

In any case, she will become bestie with Lizzie.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #kuroshitsuji au #black butler au #as you can see I am very normal about this haha #i think i need help

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imogenkol · 10 months

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— OCS AS HISTORICAL ROMANCE HERO ARCHETYPES

tagged by @corvosattano @jackiesarch @inafieldofdaisies to do this uquiz and I found it way too entertaining to do it for my she/her fuckbois (+ a token Boy boy) thank you lovelies 💕💕💕

tagging: @jillvalentinesday @marivenah @kyber-infinitygems @chuckhansen @adelaidedrubman @voidika @queennymeria @shegetsburned @risingsh0t @shellibisshe @indorilnerevarine @socially-awkward-skeleton @florbelles @aceghosts @simonxriley @v0idbuggy @unholymilf @roofgeese @shallow-gravy

GENTLEMAN IN THE STREETS, FREAK IN THE SHEETS

He's a GENTLEMAN. He has STANDARDS. He will not abide by a single WRINKLE in his trousers. But he willlllll fuck you from behind while fish-hooking your mouth and leaving bruises. That's just how he rolls. A coveted type, this gentleman puts on a stern facade and doesn't have a lot of patience for nonsense--but he's also solicitous, polite, and seemingly respectful. Until you give him a bit of lip in the garden. Never go with him to the garden. Or DEFINITELY go with him to the garden, if you want to get defiled. Which, let's be real, you absolutely do. This hero will wipe cum off your tits with the most expensive handkerchief known to man, fold it and place it in his pocket, and be like, "I apologize; I was quite overwhelmed by your charms. Gentleman recs: "The Duke Gets Even" by Joanna Shupe, "The Duke Who Knew Too Much" by Grace Callaway, "Waking Up with the Duke" by Lorraine Heath, "The Earl I Ruined" by Scarlett Peckham, "The Truth About Cads and Dukes" by Elisa Braden

THE SCOT

"Get on your (yer) hands and knees lass" is something you have a 60% chance of reading in a Scottish historical, and honestly? Bless. These heroes are from Scotland, which is in historical romances, "England but with an autumnal vibe" or "England but they do manual labor while also being rich and titled". They're usually (always) FUCKIN' GIGANTIC, a bit rougher around the edges, and more down to earth. Is this all stereotyping? Yes. Are they probably going to deliver a baby animal, go "look at its wee legs" and then fuck you in a stable? Yeah for sure. Scot recs: "When A Scot Ties the Knot" by Tessa Dare, "When A Girl Loves an Earl" by Elisa Braden ("put yer filthy Scot inside ye"), "The Taming a Highlander" by Elisa Braden, the entire Highland Guard series by Monica McCarty, "The Madness of Lord lan Mackenzie" by Jennifer Ashley, "When A Girl Loves an Earl" by Stacy Reid

THE TORTURED HERO

Look--he just doesn't wanna talk about it. The tortured hero has a dark past, which probably involves his childhood, may involve one or both of his parents dying (or a dead wife), and will be withheld from you for at least the first half of the book. He fucks like an absolute demon (usually to make you forget about the questions you asked regarding his scars; it's effective), he may have nightmares where he says what you think is his old lover's name so you steam about it for 20-50 pages and he's like "no, that's my childhood dog, which I had to eat when food became scarce", maybe his dad didn't love him, and he is more likely to be self made than some other heroes. Though he may also be a duke whose actions had consequences. There's a *distinct* possibility that he's mentally unwell, but everyone needs love. Your one big issue is that he... may not think he's worthy of touching you with his filthy hands. Somehow, you must overcome this. Tortured recs: "My Darling Duke" by Stacy Reid, "Dreaming of You" by Lisa Kleypas, "A Lady for a Duke" by Alexis Hall, "Pippa and the Prince of Secrets" by Grace Callaway, "Duke of Midnight" by Elizabeth Hoyt, "The Duke I Tempted" by Scarlett Peckham, "A Rogue by Any Other Name" by Sarah MacLean

THE GOOD GUY

Isn't that great for you? The good guy isn't a NICE guy. He doesn't expect sexual favors because he's nice to you; and he's so charming, he can probably get laid elsewhere. He may have a tragic backstory and a fatal flaw, but that's not going to get him down. He doesn't play at alpha male bullshit, and he may not be a duke, or a lord, or the owner of the world's first department store. But he's a Solid Guy. He will love, honor, and obey, and he will NOT! Do a nonsense. He will, however, eat pussy. He's a good guy. Good guy recs: "Unclaimed" by Courtney Milan, "Scandal in Spring" by Lisa Kleypas, "My Fake Rake" by Eva Leigh, "Unmasked by the Marquess" by Cat Sebastian

#oc insp: imogen kol #oc insp: eddy #oc insp: jayde thatcher #oc insp: kåre battle born #why are these all SO accurate #Eddy being assigned Scottish by uquiz lmao #Vaune also got the scot but that’s cause of her massive strap

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teruel-a-witch · 2 years

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expanded conversation from 6x14

danny: you never stop to look.

steve: what's that supposed to mean?

danny: not that i thought about it, but if I had, I bet the moment you get someone in your bedroom you just rip their clothes off and immediately ravish them within an inch of their life putting horny animals to shame with your impatience and then you don't let them catch their breath as you promptly defile them again because you are an insatiable neanderthal animal... *trails off and stares into space*

steve: *grins* so you haven't thought about it at all...

danny: *scoffs* my point is you are too impatient to take things slow and romance somebody.

steve: i took my time with you. 6 years isn't slow enough for you?

danny: oh

steve: yeah

danny: huh

steve: you are gonna be less than monosyllabic when i'm done with you. i'm gonna go so slow you'll beg me to get on with it.

danny: *grabs him by his shirt* are you kidding me? 6 years is enough foreplay.

steve: uh-uh, danny, I thought you wanted to be romanced.

danny: you will be romancing your hand if you continue!

steve: *raises his hands in surrender* as you wish, buttercup.

danny: don't you dare use the princess bride against me!

steve: ...and in that moment danny realised that when steve was saying 'book 'em, danno'! he really meant 'i love you'...

danny: *hangs his head* why is this working? what's wrong with me? i hate you so much!

steve: hey, danno?

danny: yeah?

steve: you booked me for life.

danny: *groans* how is this nonsense somehow the most romantic thing I've ever heard?

steve: told you i could do it, for you.

danny: shut up and do me, already.

steve: *grins* wow, now who needs romance le---hmppth

danny: *hmms into their kiss, satisfied*

#mcdanno #h50 incorrect quotes #incorrect mcdanno #h50 6x14 #myh50 #h50 #h50 headcanons #hawaii five 0 #h50 crack #h50 humour #i definitely think danny put a little too much thought into how steve is in the bedroom #and steve is going to be insufferably smug and will make danny scream #which is what danny wanted :p #danno loves his animal #'book 'em danno' is their as you wish

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2nd June >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Solemnity of The Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

First Reading Exodus 24:3-8 This is the blood of the Covenant that the Lord has made with you.

Moses went and told the people all the commands of the Lord and all the ordinances. In answer, all the people said with one voice, ‘We will observe all the commands that the Lord has decreed.’ Moses put all the commands of the Lord into writing, and early next morning he built an altar at the foot of the mountain, with twelve standing-stones for the twelve tribes of Israel. Then he directed certain young Israelites to offer holocausts and to immolate bullocks to the Lord as communion sacrifices. Half of the blood Moses took up and put into basins, the other half he cast on the altar. And taking the Book of the Covenant he read it to the listening people, and they said, ‘We will observe all that the Lord has decreed; we will obey.’ Then Moses took the blood and cast it towards the people. ‘This,’ he said, ‘is the blood of the Covenant that the Lord has made with you, containing all these rules.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 115(116):12-13,15-18

R/ The cup of salvation I will raise; I will call on the Lord’s name.

How can I repay the Lord for his goodness to me? The cup of salvation I will raise; I will call on the Lord’s name.

R/ The cup of salvation I will raise; I will call on the Lord’s name.

O precious in the eyes of the Lord is the death of his faithful. Your servant, Lord, your servant am I; you have loosened my bonds.

R/ The cup of salvation I will raise; I will call on the Lord’s name.

A thanksgiving sacrifice I make; I will call on the Lord’s name. My vows to the Lord I will fulfil before all his people.

R/ The cup of salvation I will raise; I will call on the Lord’s name.

Second Reading Hebrews 9:11-15 The blood of Christ can purify our inner self.

Now Christ has come, as the high priest of all the blessings which were to come. He has passed through the greater, the more perfect tent, which is better than the one made by men’s hands because it is not of this created order; and he has entered the sanctuary once and for all, taking with him not the blood of goats and bull calves, but his own blood, having won an eternal redemption for us. The blood of goats and bulls and the ashes of a heifer are sprinkled on those who have incurred defilement and they restore the holiness of their outward lives; how much more effectively the blood of Christ, who offered himself as the perfect sacrifice to God through the eternal Spirit, can purify our inner self from dead actions so that we do our service to the living God. He brings a new covenant, as the mediator, only so that the people who were called to an eternal inheritance may actually receive what was promised: his death took place to cancel the sins that infringed the earlier covenant.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Sequence Lauda, Sion

(The Sequence may be said or sung in full, or using the shorter form indicated by the asterisked verses)

Sing forth, O Zion, sweetly sing The praises of thy Shepherd-King, In hymns and canticles divine; Dare all thou canst, thou hast no song Worthy his praises to prolong, So far surpassing powers like thine.

Today no theme of common praise Forms the sweet burden of thy lays – The living, life-dispensing food – That food which at the sacred board Unto the brethren twelve our Lord His parting legacy bestowed.

Then be the anthem clear and strong, Thy fullest note, thy sweetest song, The very music of the breast: For now shines forth the day sublime That brings remembrance of the time When Jesus first his table blessed.

Within our new King’s banquet-hall They meet to keep the festival That closed the ancient paschal rite: The old is by the new replaced; The substance hath the shadow chased; And rising day dispels the night.

Christ willed what he himself had done Should be renewed while time should run, In memory of his parting hour: Thus, tutored in his school divine, We consecrate the bread and wine; And lo – a Host of saving power.

This faith to Christian men is given – Bread is made flesh by words from heaven: Into his blood the wine is turned: What though it baffles nature’s powers Of sense and sight? This faith of ours Proves more than nature e’er discerned.

Concealed beneath the two-fold sign, Meet symbols of the gifts divine, There lie the mysteries adored: The living body is our food; Our drink the ever-precious blood; In each, one undivided Lord.

Not he that eateth it divides The sacred food, which whole abides Unbroken still, nor knows decay; Be one, or be a thousand fed, They eat alike that living bread Which, still received, ne’er wastes away.

The good, the guilty share therein, With sure increase of grace or sin, The ghostly life, or ghostly death: Death to the guilty; to the good Immortal life. See how one food Man’s joy or woe accomplisheth.

We break the Sacrament, but bold And firm thy faith shall keep its hold, Deem not the whole doth more enfold Than in the fractured part resides Deem not that Christ doth broken lie, ’Tis but the sign that meets the eye, The hidden deep reality In all its fullness still abides.

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*Behold the bread of angels, sent For pilgrims in their banishment, The bread for God’s true children meant, That may not unto dogs be given: Oft in the olden types foreshowed; In Isaac on the altar bowed, And in the ancient paschal food, And in the manna sent from heaven.

*Come then, good shepherd, bread divine, Still show to us thy mercy sign; Oh, feed us still, still keep us thine; So may we see thy glories shine In fields of immortality;

*O thou, the wisest, mightiest, best, Our present food, our future rest, Come, make us each thy chosen guest, Co-heirs of thine, and comrades blest With saints whose dwelling is with thee. Amen. Alleluia.

Gospel Acclamation John 6:51

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the living bread which has come down from heaven, says the Lord. Anyone who eats this bread will live for ever. Alleluia!

Gospel Mark 14:12-16,22-26 This is my body; this is my blood.

On the first day of Unleavened Bread, when the Passover lamb was sacrificed, his disciples said to Jesus, ‘Where do you want us to go and make the preparations for you to eat the passover?’ So he sent two of his disciples, saying to them, ‘Go into the city and you will meet a man carrying a pitcher of water. Follow him, and say to the owner of the house which he enters, “The Master says: Where is my dining room in which I can eat the passover with my disciples?” He will show you a large upper room furnished with couches, all prepared. Make the preparations for us there.’ The disciples set out and went to the city and found everything as he had told them, and prepared the Passover. And as they were eating he took some bread, and when he had said the blessing he broke it and gave it to them. ‘Take it,’ he said ‘this is my body.’ Then he took a cup, and when he had returned thanks he gave it to them, and all drank from it, and he said to them, ‘This is my blood, the blood of the covenant, which is to be poured out for many. I tell you solemnly, I shall not drink any more wine until the day I drink the new wine in the kingdom of God.’ After psalms had been sung they left for the Mount of Olives.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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the-fiction-witch · 6 months

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Your Arm!

Media Death of A Superhero

Character Donald

Couple Donald X Reader

Rating Cute and flirty

I smiled sitting at the bench with my lunch watching across the table as Donald sat across from me, his book on the bench and his bag of pens beside him as he worked hard to do his drawings. I smiled and watched him for a while mildly fascinating.

"Donald?"

"Yeah?" he asked not bothering to look up at me,

"I'll trade you a jaffa cake if you draw me a picture."

"Kinda busy y/n."

I pouted a little watching him a while more "What if I asked you to draw me a tattoo?"

"A tattoo?" he finally looked up with an amused look,

"Yeah."

"You want a tattoo?"

"I want lots of them, but my mum won't tell me till I'm older."

"and if I drew you a tattoo when you're old enough you'll get it done?"

"If I like it." I shrug,

"... maybe some other time." He said going back to his drawing,

I pouted more but watched for a good while more until I had another idea, "What if you drew it on me, like a little temp tattoo parlour?"

"Really?"

"Yeah,"

"And... how would you be paying for your tattoo?"

"Jaffa cake?" I offered

"No thank you,"

"babybelle?"

"No thank you,"

"A kiss?"

"Humm?" He asked looking up a little surprised,

"A kiss."

"uhhhh... deal" He nodded quickly tapping the bench beside him so I moved over "So? my lovely customer what would you like?"

"A little ghost on my arm."

"A cute ghost?"

"Yeah adorable little ghosty boy"

"One little ghost coming up" he smiled getting his black pen,

He was slow and gentle making sure the lines wouldn't get messed up finally adding his two cute little eyes, "There we go one little ghosty boy."

"Yay! Thank you, Donald!" I cheered looking at the little ghost now on my arm,

"So... my payment?" He asked,

"Of course," I smiled kissing his cheek,

He blushed a little but smiled "Thank you very much,"

"Could I have another one?"

"another drawing?"

"Yeah,"

"Will I get another kiss?"

"Of course."

"Alright, what else do you want?"

"Hum....a little mushroom,"

"Aww okay a mushroom, with a face or just?"

"No, just a cute little toadstool,"

"Alright coming up" he smiled drawing me a little toadstool mushroom on another spot on my arm, "There you go."

"YAY!" I smiled, giving him another kiss which made him blush more,

"you're welcome," he laughed, "Anything else?"

"Humm.... ooohh could you do like a little sword in the stone."

"Ohhh? like a sword in a big rock?"

"Yeah."

"I can do that," he smiled, happily working this took him a little longer but it ended up still being really cute, "Happy?"

"Yes!" I smiled almost bouncing as I looked at the patchwork forming on my arm "I love it, that deserves a double kiss" I smiled giving him two little kisses which made him blush even more,

"You're welcome Y/n, So... anything else?"

"Hummmm" I smiled

I headed through the door of my house with Donald tugging along beside me, he was coming to hang out in my room, play video games and such as we often did on a Friday afternoon, and I'm sure he was gonna let me pick more things for him to draw on me so he could get more kisses and because my arms, hands and anywhere else my school uniform allowed him was already covered in his adorable drawings, I had even drawn a couple on him too making us look like one of those cool heavily tattooed couples you see at festivals, but-

"OOOHH MY GOD!" My mother screamed clutching her heart as she saw us,

"Hi Mum,"

"Y/n! your arm! what on earth have you done!" she screamed,

"Donald did It" I smiled,

"How dare you defile my daughter! and you young lady are grounded for the rest of your life how dare you go against me-"

"Mum!" I yelled making her stop, "There marker."

"What?"

"It's artist marker Mrs y/l/n" Donald explained,

"Ooh..." she sighed in relief, "Christ you have me a heart attack. Well, go wash it off now!"

"Fine!" I rolled my eyes and headed up to my room, "I don't wanna wash off all your hard work," I sighed, "and they look so cool..."

"It's okay y/n, you wash them off so your mum doesn't kill us, I'll do you some cute tattoo-style drawings on paper."

"Okay," I nodded giving his lips a little kiss which made him blush again, "Maybe I'll let you draw some places she can't see" I winked before I scampered to my bathroom,

"Yes!" I heard him whisper to himself

"I heard that Donald."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no you didn't" He blushed.

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs #donald #death of a superhero

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trickstarbrave · 1 year

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I’m on mobile so the read mores don’t work :( might update when I’m back on my computer tomorrow

But here’s what I wrote. Little introduction to the reincarnated Voryn story tee hee

Inspired and encouraged by @mulberrycafe because I’m a sucker for reincarnation stories

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Voryn leaned against the alleyway in Mournhold, nursing a new injury. He thought after he escaped, he would be free from pain. But perhaps that was wishful thinking on his part.

He didn’t know who his parents were. As far as he had been told, his birth parents abandoned him when they saw the mark on his forehead, but with so many lies he’d been told he could no longer decipher fact or fiction. All he knew was, as a young child, he was found and raised.

Raised by the rejuvenated Sixth House cult, eager to bring the Sharmat, Dagoth Ur, back to life.

They named him Voryn from a young age, keeping him hidden away in dirty abandoned mines. They told him stories of the mighty Dagoth Ur and how one day Voryn would become him again. They were convinced he was the sharmat’s reincarnation, after all. And for his early years things weren’t the worst. He was treated as the vessel for a god, after all. Corprus infected beasts roamed the terrifying, dingy halls, but since Dagoth Ur’s defeat the divine disease could no longer spread. Yet, the seemingly undead monsters followed his words, leaving when he was frightened or trying to bring him offerings. The cultists used what little they had to feed him and shower him with attention.

But as he got older, the cracks in the facade broke down further.

Despite being raised around monsters, he still had his skin crawl seeing them, a gnawing sense of guilt at his core. He was 15 when a corprus zombie lumbered toward him when he was alone with his book. He was about to send it away, before it opened his mangled jaw.

“Kill… Me…” It groaned to the best it could. “I don’t… want to dream… anymore…”

Instantly pain rang through his heart as he held the creature, tears pouring out of his eyes uncontrollably. He didn’t know how he knew what to do, but he gently closed the zombie’s eyes, pressing his hand to their chest, and took the disease away, finally giving the lumbering zombie peace.

He thought he’d done a good thing. Someone was spared of the a fate they didn’t want, after all. The cultists assured him all the corprus beasts longed to follow his desires and their mission out of their own free will, so what harm was it if he let one unwilling zombie pass on in peace when asked?

The matron of the cult tied his arms above his head and whipped him relentlessly for his transgression, yelling profanities and insults at him.

“We took you in, fed you, and clothed you!” She shouted as she struck him. “You are to be the Sharmat, you are to become Dagoth Ur once more! How dare you defile his powers and use them to weaken our cause?” He cried out, screaming apologies as the whip split his skin open, blood trickling down his back. But still, she didn’t stop. “Every blessed corprus gifted person has become rarer and rarer since Red Mountain erupted! We worked hard to find so few of the many proud warriors that guarded Red Mountain, and you killed one you ungrateful beast!”

He was whipped until he lost consciousness, his mind fading to oblivion in an attempt to escape the pain.

It only continued after that. His freedom was heavily restricted after his previous actions. No longer could he roam the red candle filled tunnels on his own time, now he had guards watching his every move, cultists observing him. At every trait or behavior that wasn’t up to their standards for Dagoth Ur, he was punished.

But Voryn wasn’t Dagoth Ur. He wasn’t the Sharmat. If being Dagoth Ur meant the suffering of others, he no longer wanted to be the living god of Red Mountain. He just wanted out.

His chance to escape came when he was finally 20. The matron dressed him in the finest robes they could afford, before dragging him to a room. There, tied up, was a badly beaten ordinator.

“Look. This is one of the hortator’s warriors.” The matron explained. “The hortator is Dagoth Ur’s enemy. The betrayer, the one who forsook our lord’s kindness, child. The one who despises you and curses your name.” She placed a dagger in his hand, taking off the ordinator’s mask to reveal a frightened Dunmer underneath.

“Not a step closer, Sharmat!” He shouted in terror. “The others will come for me! Your crimes will not go unpunished!” There was real fear in his eyes; fear for what Voryn was, and fear for his very life. Voryn’s hand trembled around the dagger.

“Kill him, Sharmatla.” It was the matron’s “affectionate” way of referring to him, just like when she praised him as a child. “End the false warrior who serves your enemy. Weaken the forces of the wicked hortator. Show him what true fear means.”

Her hands were rough as her nails pressed into the robes, opening the wounds on his back from another whipping he had days prior. He winced, his hands still trembling. As the ordinator began praying to Azura, tears streaming down his face, Voryn felt something break inside him.

He didn’t want to kill.

He didn’t want to kill an innocent man, begging for his life. But if he didn’t, he knew they would beat him so severely he would wish he were dead instead, before killing him anyway.

The pain in his chest grew, as fire blazed in his veins. The ground under and around them trembled, as he gave an angry cry. Red light consumed the tunnel, before he blacked out.

The next thing he remembered was hiding among the foliage near the mine, harsh sunlight on his aching back. His robes had been mostly torn to shreds, leaving him in only his ragged trousers. The ordinator who was captured rushed out of the mine with his mask back on and blood on his armor, weapon in hand, as others like him approached.

“The Sharmat has returned.” The Ordinator explained in a panicked, terrified voice. “We must tell the hortator at once!”

Voryn felt fear run through him at that. He’d been raised that the hortator was practically evil incarnate. The hortator was cold, manipulative, vengeful, and vindictive. He was cruel, an oath breaker, a liar, and horrifically powerful, earning him the title of “Godkiller”. Voryn covered his mouth to keep his sobs under control, terror running through him.

If the hortator found him, he was going to be killed. Or worse, he was going to meet a fate worse than death, far worse than anything the cult could have inflicted upon him. Even if their stories of the hortator weren’t entirely accurate, there was no mistaking the truth seeing the ordinators rush off to inform their warlord and king that his enemy had awoken again.

The hortator and Sharmat were enemies. That was one thing that was certain. And everyone who found out their enemy had returned from the dead would deal with it the same way: by killing them again swiftly, before they could grow as a threat.

Which is why he ran, trying to get far away from the mine, trying to find a place to escape to. Most towns kicked him out, reacting in horror, cursing him and throwing things until he scampered away. He eventually found something resembling peace in the alleyways of Mournhold, at least so long as he kept the birthmark on his forehead covered.

Still though, it wasn’t safe in the back alleys. He was hot. He was exhausted. He was injured regularly by beggars and gangs, including the new wound on his thigh and lashes on his back from when he got caught stealing food. He was also so thirsty and hungry too—already the cult began feeding him poorly for a few years now, punishing him with starvation when he ‘misbehaved’, and now food was even harder to come by.

The hot sun blazed down on his ashen skin, as he toed the line between consciousness and unconsciousness. He was alone there, wondering if this was how he died: before he even got a chance to live and escape somewhere elsewhere on one of the boats.

Then a figure was standing in front of him, blocking out some of the harsh sun’s rays. The sunlight glinted off golden skin as the figure kneeled down, tilting his head back with care.

“Here.” He spoke, pressing a water skin to his lips. “Drink.” His voice was soft and gentle, like one approaching an injured animal, before cool water flowed into his dry mouth and parched throat. The stranger kept the flow of water slow and steady, careful not to choke him by accident.

Ah, being touched so gently and getting a cool drink of water was so divine that in that moment Voryn thought that this must be one of the saints he heard others talk so much about.

As he pulled the water skin away, Voryn licked his chapped lips, breathing still heavy. The stranger gently cupped his cheek, thumb stroking Voryn’s skin.

“You’re injured.” They said softly. “Can I pick you up? I’ll carry you somewhere to treat your injuries.” Voryn nodded slowly as he took in the mer’s features through his hazy vision. Sky blue eyes looked down at him with great concern and gentleness, before he took Voryn’s arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, before looping his arms under Voryn’s legs and picking them up.

“You’re light.” The stranger remarked as he carried him. Despite being taller than the other, Voryn knew he was significantly underweight. He didn’t have the strength to comment on it though, instead simply leaning his head on the crook where the golden skinned mer’s neck met his shoulder. “You’re burning up too—don’t worry, I’ll help you cool down. It might be a fever from an infection, but I’ll get you fixed up.”

As the stranger shifted his grip though, hands sliding on the lashes on his back, Voryn groaned in agony. Quickly his hands moved off the injury, whispering hushed apologies.

“I’m so sorry.” He murmured. “I’ll clean and bandage these too, don’t worry.” His voice dipped even lower as he nuzzled against the Dunmer with affection that Voryn couldn’t help but find familiar and pleasant. It sent a little flutter through his heart.

He wanted to reply back, telling the kind stranger that it was alright, that he was so thankful he was being helped. Yet, his words failed him, his tongue heavy and useless in his mouth. Instead he nuzzled closer, sighing shakely in his arms.

And on the long walk across Mournhold, Voryn fell asleep in his arms, finally feeling at peace after so long.

#nerevoryn #au #my writing #sorry for typos there’s prob some #I’m half awake #I’m taking a scary angle w the cult sorry #probably more horrifying things Nerevar is gonna learn that Voryn thought were normal #for aging I’m going w ‘they age like humans until adulthood’#which seems to be supported by canon #after that I’m adulthood they age very slowly #reincarnation au

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dawnedon · 6 months

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Flashback to a Galactic memory!!

Send ‘Flashback’ to see one of my muse’s old memories | accepting

It felt like ages before the thunderous shaking of the earth finally ceased. Earthquakes in Sinnoh weren't uncommon, though you knew something about this wasn't right. Professor Rowan had originally tasked you, Barry, and Lucas with going to Sinnoh's three lakes to gather information on the mythical Lake Trio, and you'd soon come to learn that the source of the quake was an explosion at Lake Valor. Now, they were going to the lakes for a very different reason.

Something in your stomach, and in your heart, would turn at that. You weren't worried about yourself, really, but more for your friends. Other patrons of Canalave's library would pick themselves up from the floor, having dove for cover once the earth began to churn. Books had tumbled from the shelves, though the group didn't have time to help clean up.

For once, you were on the move before Barry was, pushing your chair back from the table as you stood. Midnight eyes gaze upon your friends, lingering on Barry especially. "Be careful. I'll let you all know what I find out."

You noticed the denizens of Canalave outside after you left the library, some looking around for structural damage, while others talked amongst themselves. If time was a luxury you had more of, you would have stuck around to assist.

The late autumn air stung your face as you took to the skies, fingers threaded through Dela's soft feathers. You knew the Togekiss was pushing herself - perhaps a bit too much - but there's a silent understanding between you both that this situation is dire.

It felt like an eternity before the lakefront finally rolled over on the horizon. The sight, and sudden realization that the barren crater below was Lake Valor made your heart drop to your stomach. All of the water had been blown from the lake, with only what appeared to be a small river trickling in on one of the corners.

You feel your stomach twist uncomfortably as you silently wonder if a similar fate is in store for the other two lakes. The worry you felt earlier for your friends only grows at the thought... but your friends were strong. They wouldn't have made it this far if otherwise, right? You had to trust in them - believe in them - for they surely would do the same for you.

Dela was returned to her ball when you land, and you waste no time in accosting the first Galactic grunt you see. Though something deep within you tells you that the spirit of the lake is no longer here, you can't give up anyways. Galactic doesn't belong here - not at such a sacred place... and for them to defile it in such a way only made your blood ice over.

Each and every Galactic grunt was dispelled with a ferocity you didn't know you and your team were capable of until now. Emperor stalked behind as you entered the cavern, looming behind you menacingly. Your lips set in a line, jaw clenched tightly, and nothing but a cold, cold fury in those nighttime eyes of yours. There was the final Galactic admin you hadn't met on your journey so far - a man with blue hair that called himself Saturn.

"How dare you," you spat, voice dripping with acidity and ice; unbecoming of your normal, calm demeanor. Your Empoleon moved from behind, to stand in front of you - his pointed glare was far more menacing than your own. The fury the two of you had towards the admin was palpable in the small cavern, the air feeling far colder than it normally should.

You were going to make him pay.

#👻 headcanon.#👻 answered.#i dont think ive talked about the lake incident yet so!!! WHEW #honestly the scene in canalave in platinum where the trio go their separate ways to the lakes is so 🥹 i am NOT okay

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smolnono · 2 years

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Idk here’s angy Stede short fic

Ed wasn’t ready for it.

He’d spent many nights curled up in the stripped-down bed of the captain’s quarters imagining what would happen if Stede came back, but this... this he wasn’t ready for. The blonde man was glowering at him, jaw clenched tight under the beard that was coming in. The silks he was used to seeing the man in were gone, replaced with a worn shirt and plain breeches.

Ed was so taken off guard, all he could do his stare with wide eyes.

From somewhere to Stede’s right Izzy came marching up shouting at him to get the fuck off the ship. The now un- marooned crew started clambering over the railing behind him. Oh.

Stede pulled his sword and pointed it at Izzy’s chest, never taking his eyes off Edward. “Don’t.” he said in a low voice so unlike the sing-song way it normally came out. He stared storming towards Ed, sword still held out, an accusatory finger pointed at him that landed hard on his chest.

“You left them to die.”

All Ed could do was blink at him. He felt frozen in place. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

“And my things? My books?”

“I—”

“We kept seeing them floating by! What gave you the right--!” This notion snapped Ed out of the chill running through his veins. “What gave me the right?” He retorted. “You LEFT ME THERE!”

“And that’s reason to try and kill people who had nothing to do with it? What the fuck Edward!”

“Oh no” Ed growled “You don’t get to call me that anymore. No one does because you killed him!” His face was hardly an inch from Stede’s, and the smell of rum on his breath was heavy.

“I guess you must be right because the Ed I know doesn’t murder people, or do you not count this one because you had someone else do it.” he sharply waves the sword back in Izzy’s direction, where he’s being restrained by Jim.

Ed’s eyes widen in anger. “Don’t you dare use that passive aggressive shit on me!”

“Oh right, I should just throw all your shit overboard then, maybe that’s a language you’ll understand!” Stede turns away, making like he’s heading into the cabin to do just that.

Ed grabs hold of his arm and pulls him back hard. Stede winces in pain as he’s whipped back around but still manages to hold a defiant stare right into Ed’s eyes.

“You’re the one who fucking abandoned me, you haven’t earned the right to do shit!”

“The crew cared about you Ed, and you betrayed them!” Stede shoved the pirate away from him.

“I cared about you, and you betrayed me!” Ed closed the distance again

“That night I thought I had ruined you!” Stede’s voice cracked. “I thought I had ruined you. And now it’s true.” The fight was visibly leaving his body as his eyes lowered, looking at nothing. The silence on the ship was palpable. Even Ed held his breath; it was caught in his throat. Stede’s next words came out thick with tears. “Chauncy was right. I defile beautiful things. Even if it wasn’t true that night, it certainly is now.” His sword clattered to the deck.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Edward nearly failed to keep the angry growl in his voice at the sight of Stede falling apart.

“Chauncy. He—he got me out of bed at gunpoint... he dragged me out into the woods... told me I ruin everything... but when he went to shoot me... he tripped, shot himself through the head.” Stede was talking though careful breaths now. “I thought that night, that he was right. I ruined my family by leaving, I ruined you by staying... I was better off going back to Mary... where I belonged, and I couldn’t do more damage.”

“Stede—”

“And of course, I only made things worse for Mary by going back there... I didn’t belong anywhere. She tried to kill me. I mean she didn’t of course, I’m obviously here, but... we talked, and she made me realize that I—” He takes a deep breath “--that I love you.” It almost comes out a whisper as he raises his eyes back up to Edwards’s kohl covered ones.

The men finally notice the exhaustion that haunts each other’s faces.

“I’m sorry I didn’t—” Ed started in an equally hushed voice.

“I didn’t know I was going to be so damned angry when I got up here but seeing the crew left alone there on that island, I mean it’s a wonder I found them, and then we started seeing this stuff just floating in the water and then I started recognizing everything, and my favorite books, and I knew I’d messed up, but Ed, it just made me so mad and I don’t want to be angry with you, but Ed you took it out on them—”

“I love you.” Ed was surprised by his own voice being choked with tears.

“But I ruined you; I don’t deserve—”

“I love you.” He said more surely, taking the blonde man’s face in his hands.

Stede is the one this time who initiates the kiss, pushing up slightly on his toes. Ed wraps his arms around the man’s waist, holding him close in a desperate embrace.

And as if to remind the captains that the crew was very much still there, a chorus of sniffles came from behind them. Ed releases a single arm just to wave off the crew as the two deepen their kiss. With a few groans of disappointment, they shuffle below deck. Jim cursing at Izzy in Spanish as they push him ahead much to his protests.

When Ed and Stede finally separate from their kiss, there is not a dry eye between them. Ed moves his hands back to cradling Stede’s face.

“You came back.”

Stede smiles through his tears

“Never left.”

#our flag means death #fanfic #stede bonnet #ed teach #blackbeard #blackbonnet #ofmd fanfic #I WANT MY BOYS TOGETHER AGAIN #BUT I WANT STEDE TO BE A LIL ANGY

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writeyourownadventure · 9 months

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PART III

notes | part i | previous part | poll winner: cry

You drop to your knees. It’s not the brightest of decisions, you dare say, to fling your full body to a floor that barely is holding your weight as it is, but by the grace of some sort of gods it holds. And you cry.

What’s cathartic isn’t necessarily helpful, though — it’s your second breakdown in what, ten minutes? Wolves scratch and howl and it’s all too much and your body is heaving as your tears splash to the floor, salty and unyielding and why am I here how did I get here and your mind is a whirlwind and a hurricane and everything in between, floating and drifting and shooting in every direction and all and you are sobbing.

But it breaks, and you stand, and your tears aren’t ebbing and the sobs aren’t fading but you’re beginning to think more clearly now that the panic is being washed out.

Or, maybe you’re just seeing things where they don’t exist, but it’s all that you’ve got, now — that, an old half rotted body and many, many feral wolves, hurling themselves at that door beneath you. A few more minutes and they’ll break in — a few more minutes you could have had to move instead of weeping to yourself about the pitiful state you’re in, but it doesn’t feel like you’re in control and whatever is puppeting the situation has a sick sense of humour; or maybe it just doesn’t care.

The room you stand in is as thick with dust, in sharp contrast to what’s below your feet — rotted yet clean and new, and something about that heart gives you pause. You don’t have long, you don’t have long, you don’t have long — but you have a heavy chest and a bookshelf and they might buy you some time and help unlock whatever’s going on beneath.

It’s a fit of madness, maybe, that finds you bashing through the rotted floor with the chest and letting it tumble down through the hole, and it’s not long followed by the bookshelf, pages fluttering like a hundred butterflies from the corpses of what was once a trove of information, and now offers you only something approximating safety. But it’s that madness that lends your strength as you drop down the hole after it and push the bookcase into place with your shoulder — the rotting tomes and shelves are sturdier than they’ve any right to be, and growing steadier to the touch — and the chest is heavy enough that you’ve probably pulled something, but they’re blocking the door, now, and you’ve bought yourself time.

You, and the strange, defiled corpse in the corner, with a beating heart and no other life — whatever’s in that thing, you muse, isn’t to be taken lightly. You can’t be quite sure if you have it to thank for the strange goings on of the wolves, the odd confusion that has come over them — a peek through the boarded shut windows solidifies this thought, as milky blind eyes peer back — or if you should chance your luck. There are still some intact passages on the books on the floor, a window, albeit barred, upstairs, and animals like meat; maybe there’s something else you can do?

next part

#creative writing #choose your own adventure #fantasy writing #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writing #writeblr community #am writing

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shywitchyfangirl · 2 years

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A Sibling Heart-to-Heart: Dimentio x Reader

My entry for @thereaderinsertlady‘s Underrated Character Event. This is my first ever real published fanfic. Feedback is appreciated but please have mercy. Also please know that this is less of a traditional X Reader and more of a “How would Dimentio and Shadoo cope after the reader saved them?” I’m a sucker for hurt-comfort and I will not apologize.

“You shall return to me, accursed Shayde. There is no escape. You shall pay for your actions. And they shall pay with you…”

Dimentio awoke with a gasp as he’d grown well accustomed to in the past few months. As the horrific image of the Underwhere retreated once more from his waking mind, he yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Once upon a time, even this relatively tame nightmare would have him screaming and sobbing until Shadoo and/or [Y/N] came to console him from his hysterics, but he was pleased to find that, as with all things in his long, long life, he’d gradually grown desensitized to even these nightly trips back down to the depths. At least, his waking self had. If only his dream self would grow bored of his futile pleas for mercy then the whole matter would be settled. But then again, it isn’t like his real self had ever grown numb to what he’d suffered down there…

Brushing that unpleasant thought away before it could take root, Dimentio shuffled out of bed and began preparing for the day. No point in trying to sleep more, he’d just see her again, and the later he slept in and the more night terrors he had, the greater the odds of Shadoo sensing one. Then it’d be all “Dimi, why didn’t you tell me the nightmare wards aren’t working?” and when he explained that they actually are working because usually his dreams were much worse, she’d just give him that horrified look that had sadly stopped being hilarious after the fiftieth time. Alas, why must even the most lustrous of gems lose their shine with time?

Of course, what he really wanted to avoid was [Y/N] finding out. They never took well to hearing about any slight misfortune he suffered. Their heart was soft like gourmet butter spread upon a warm English muffin, and they never seemed to understand that, compared to what he’d suffered in the Underwhere, even the most disastrous of events was as pleasant as a free trip to a luxury spa. But then, what did he expect? This was the magician who had seen the would-be destroyer of reality serving his just sentence in the Underwhere and been mortified by what they saw. The one who had offered their own soul as collateral in exchange for his freedom. The one who would be dragged down to the depths along with him if he ever set a toe out of line again.

They hadn’t been lovers then. He’d have understood if they were. Knowing [Y/N], he’d have even understood if they were complete strangers. But they knew who he was. The whole multiverse did. And yet, they’d rescued him, taken him in, and nursed him back to health and sanity despite his constant protests. They’d even tracked down the sister he’d long thought game-overed. They truly believed that, given the chance, he could do better. He could be better.

So, naturally, he’d fallen madly in love with them.

Dimentio had such mixed feelings about his new lover’s sweet and gentle nature. On one hand, he could think of no one better suited to lead his literally damned soul to redemption than someone who was nothing less than a Nimbi themself. The thought that they might be his new destiny, fate’s way of amending the damage inflicted upon his mind by that accursed book, comforted him more than he dared to speak aloud.

And yet…

Dimentio wasn’t blind to his sins. He held no delusions that his actions, no matter how necessary and justified, were anything less than vile, despicable, sadistic, and unforgivable in the eyes of all who saw him. He knew perfectly well that his soft-hearted darling would never look him in the eyes again if they knew the true depths of his villainy. His mere presence defiled their purity. He had no more business by their side than he had in the Overthere itself. He was their antithesis in every conceivable way.

They wanted to save worlds, he wanted to destroy them.

They were a Nimbi.

And he was a Shayde.

Dimentio glared at his reflection in the mirror. As charming and handsome as ever, but of course it was a lie. This body he now resided in was nothing but an artificial shell, created by [Y/N]’s magic in the image of how he’d looked in life. It changed nothing of what was inside. His soul was still cursed, its fate sealed not by Queen Jaydes’ judgement, but 3,000 years ago by destiny itself and the book that had dubbed him the Dark One. No amount of magical makeovers could change the fact that he was a game-overed man walking. And it certainly couldn’t change how eager Queen Jaydes was to bring him back under her nonexistent mercy, and drag the savior who’d dared to steal him from her right down with him.

With a bitter scowl, Dimentio slammed a fist into the mirror… only to yelp and cuss as he shook out his now throbbing hand. The mirror, of course, was completely unharmed. Artificial as his new form may be, it was still just as physically weak and frail as the rest of his former tribe. Now feeling embarrassed on top of everything else, Dimentio stomped down the stairs, muttering things that brought new meaning to the phrase “pardon my French.”

“You really need to stop this daily brooding, it’s making you grumpy,” commented a voice in his head that was definitely NOT his own.

“Get out of my head, Shadoo,” Dimentio snapped, doing his absolute best to give the mental impression of a death glare in his sister’s general direction.

Dimentio somehow felt his sister mentally rolling her eyes at him. “Well don’t brood so loud then. I can’t hear my own thoughts over yours.”

Dimentio was not in the mood for this. Time to take things out of her domain and into his own. With a wave of his hand, Dimentio tore open a cubic portal in space, on the other side of which the entire rest of his tribe was sitting at a table eating cereal. Shadoo shot him a deadpan look. “Dimi, the dining room is 5 feet away from you.”

“Well then come out here and roll your eyes at me in person instead invading my brain like a catchy advertising jingle for cheap bubblegum,” Dimentio huffed, stepping through the portal and grabbing the box of cereal with indignity.

If there was one singular thing Dimentio could thank the Pure Hearts for, it was restoring his sister to her true form. The teenager was back to how she was in life, as though the past 3,000 years had never happened. Dimentio didn’t know why or how the Pure Hearts had restored her, but apparently they’d also somehow restored the lost Nimbi princess, as Queen Jaydes had taken great joy in rubbing in his face. No doubt they’d also whisked the count and his fiancée away to the safety of some far off world and even restored her to her human form for good measure. Miracles abound, happy endings for everyone. Whoopdie-tap-dancing-doo.

“So…. what’s wrong?” Shadoo asked, watching Dimentio pour entirely too much cereal into the bowl she’d set out for him.

Dimentio glared back at her, taking care to completely empty his mind. The question was a trap, she obviously didn’t expect him to answer. However, she would be quick to snap up any thought that flickered through his mind as a result. “Nothing you need to worry about, Shady.”

“Of course,” Shadoo deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. “That’s why you won’t let me see any of your thoughts. Because nothing’s wrong.”

“Or perhaps I simply don’t want my nosey little sister digging around in my brain like a shopper searching for something watchable at the bottom of the discount movie bin,” Dimentio snapped, teleporting a milk jug from the fridge.

“I only read your mind because you read my diary,” Shadoo chided with a sassy wave of her spoon.

“I only read your diary because you read my mind,” Dimentio countered. “How else could I level this horrendously uneven playing field between us?”

“Level the playing field?” Shadoo frowned, tilting her head in confusion. “I can read minds and create illusions. You have a whole private dimension full of things I can’t reach even if I know about them. How do you think I have the advantage?”

Dimentio smirked, resting his head on a floating fist as he took up a spoonful of cereal. “My dear sister, on the battlefield of sibling rivalry, do you really think my little secret hideaway trumps your ability to know my every embarrassing thought?”

Shadoo thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Touché,” she conceded, before taking a bite of her cereal.

For a few moments, the two ate in companionable silence. Then, Shadoo ruined it. “It’s about [Y/N], isn’t it?”

“Could I have my thoughts to myself for five minutes?!” Dimentio shouted, nearly spilling his cereal.

Shadoo smirked. “I wasn’t reading your mind. It was obvious. But thank you for confirming.”

Dimentio growled at Shadoo, filling every ounce of his mental capacity with a vivid image of an obscene gesture. Unfortunately this only seemed to make Shadoo even more smug, and she grinned wickedly at him as she stood to take her now empty bowl to the sink. “You really like them, don’t you brother dear?”

“Shadoo, we are both over 3,000 years old. Don’t you have anything better to do than to gossip about who I ‘like?’” Dimentio sneered.

“If we’re so very old, then why are you moping around your room like an angsty teenager?” Shadoo countered, radiating victory as she rinsed her bowl.

Dimentio allowed the smallest mental space for him to be annoyed with himself. She was right. She was right and he hated it. This wasn’t him. The brother she grew up with was suave, collected, and always in control. Time had only heightened that trait, as even the most shocking of events lost its edge in the grand scheme of all he’d been through. He’d even faced the agony of game-overing with a spiteful grin, and now here he was, as emotional as a high school girl sobbing on the school staircase after catching her prom date making out with her best friend. Stars above, when did he become so weak?

Oh right. When he had them, of course. [Y/N] and Shadoo. It had been 3,000 years since he’d last cared about literally anything, and now he had two. His mask was getting ripped off, and he no longer recognized the person underneath it.

“Dimi…” Shadoo cooed soothingly, no doubt sensing his frustration as she approached him and gently rubbed his back. “You know you can tell me anything. I understand what you’re going through.”

Whoops.

Before either sibling could process what happened, Shadoo was knocked to the floor, with Dimentio standing over her. Shadoo stared up at him with a mixture of shock, indignation, and caution in her mismatched eyes. Dimentio in turn stared back down at her, his signature grin slowly returning to its rightful place on his face as something began to unravel deep inside him. Something that he’d kept tightly wrapped for months. It almost felt good to let loose again.

“Dim-” Shadoo started, only to be interrupted by a low chuckle from her brother. A chuckle that grew and grew into a mad, uncontrolled cackle. Shadoo’s eyes widened and she shuffled back slightly as her stomach dropped.

“Oh, so you understand me, do you, Your Highness?” Dimentio sneered.

Shadoo winced, then scrambled to her feet, a bubbling fury beginning to fight back her unease. “Wha- How dare you!” she snapped back. “Don’t you dare call me that!”

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Dimentio cooed, a sadistic glint in his eyes. Some last screaming fragment of his rapidly drowning sanity told him he had no reason to antagonize his own sister like this. However, at the moment, he couldn’t help feeling a lot like how he had when he’d stood at the precipice of game-over and decided on a whim that all of reality should plummet with him. “Did I hit a sore spot? My, it must be oh-so-very hard being you, carrying the burden of a traumatic past that almost no one knows about or could ever hope to connect you to. Honestly, it’s a wonder you get out of bed every day, having to face a world that sees you as an ordinary teenage girl and nothing more. My poor, poor sister.”

Dimentio had barely finished his cruel taunt when he found himself now shoved to the ground in Shadoo’s place, his sister trembling above him as she struggled not to ruin her hateful glare by crying. Somehow, this only served to renew Dimentio’s crazed laughter. “I-i-is th-that what you think?!” Shadoo sputtered. “That this has been easy for me? I... D-do you think it’s easy knowing that I destroyed our tribe? I still have nightmares, same as you!”

“Oh PLEASE,” Dimentio huffed as he floated up off the floor. “That thing wasn’t even you. Your hands remain as clean as a collectable figurine saved unopened in its box and stored away forgotten in a dusty attic.” Dimentio narrowed his eyes, his grin suddenly slipping from his masklike face. “You couldn’t begin to understand.”

“Dimen-”

“Shut up.”

“No, I-”

“Shut up!”

“You shut up!”

“No, you!”

“Shut up, you stupid jerkwad!”

“Get out of my face, you obnoxious brat!”

“Self-absorbed buttface!”

“Go play with your imaginary shadow friends, you pest!”

“I’m telling father!”

“You’ve got nothing on me, you glorified goth wannabe!”

“FAAAAAAAAATHEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!”

Silence.

For what could have been two seconds or two years, the siblings merely stared at each other in increasing horror. Eventually, Dimentio took the lead, awkwardly clearing his throat as he dropped back from the air to his feet. ”A-anyway...”

Shadoo, still stunned in place, watched silently as her shaken brother returned to his seat and resumed blankly shoving soggy cereal into his mouth. Finally she shook her head, clearing her thoughts as she reclaimed her seat across from him. Shadoo stared directly into Dimentio’s eyes, fiery determination flashing in her own. “What don’t I understand?”

“Shubbub” Dimentio mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.

“Tell me, Dimi.”

“Mmmrrph!”

“Tell me!”

“For flip’s sake, Shadoo!” Dimentio slapped the table hard in frustration, once again yelping as his hand took far more abuse than the wood. He took a few seconds to scowl at Shadoo as though she were somehow responsible for his hand’s continued abuse. Shadoo, in turn, made no effort to hide her smirk.

“Despite your impressive efforts to convince me otherwise, I know you’re not stupid, Shady. It shouldn’t need to be said that your distant past sins pale before my present ones like a flickering candle held before an actively erupting volcano. One of us cannot leave this pocket dimension for fear of being brutally murdered by every sapient being in the entire multiverse, and the other one went shopping for cute dresses yesterday. We are not the same.”

Shadoo narrowed her eyes at Dimentio, and he could almost sense the indignation radiating off of her, as though she were offended he’d even think about downplaying his emotions around her. Mistress of Minds, indeed.

“That’s not what you’re upset about,” Shadoo stated plainly.

“Oh? It seems like perfectly valid reason to be upset to me,” Dimentio deadpanned in return.

“It would be, for most people. But you’re not most people.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You’re too stupid to be upset about that.”

“Well screw you too, dear sister.”

“I know you too well, Dimi. You’re a smug, over-confident, self-absorbed asshole. And the most powerful dimensional magician to ever live. You’re not upset about the angry mobs because you’ve probably already snuck out 12 times.”

“15 actually.”

“And I know it’s not just guilt because some part of you still thinks you were justified in everything.”

“I still don’t see how I landed in the Underwhere while that so-called count got to live happily ever after. I wasn’t the one who tried to trick a group of trauma victims into mass-murder-suicide by promising them their wildest dreams. I was at least going to give everyone what they wanted. And frankly with me controlling the Chaos Heart the-”

“Dimi.”

Dimentio blinked, then shoved the last of the soggy cereal in his mouth, making a point to casually stare at nothing off to the right so as to hide the blush rising on the pale side of his face.

“So what is it.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Dimi.”

“It’s none of your business!”

“I know it’s about [Y/N]!”

“YES IT’S ABOUT [Y/N]!” Dimentio snapped. “It’s about them and it’s about you!”

Shadoo winced slightly at the sudden outburst, but did not retreat, silently bidding him to continue as she watched him with sympathetic eyes.

“I don’t care what happens to me,” Dimentio sighed, teleporting his bowl to the sink with a snap of his fingers. “I’ve had 3,000 years to master the art of watching my own back, and if I do get recaptured then so be it. I’m not blind to what I am or what I’ve done, and I’m prepared to sleep in the bed I made no matter how many nails Queen Jaydes filled it with. I don’t regret my choices. I knew what the consequences would be when I made them.”

Shadoo nodded, hoping her brother couldn’t see the pain in her eyes. As much as she begged him to be more open with her, it always stung hearing him say such things when he was. Which sadly was probably why he usually wasn’t.

“But you two...” Dimentio finally returned his sister’s gaze. “You were not part of that decision. I had nothing to lose when I gambled my game to attain godhood. But now that I’ve already lost, I have two things. Two people at risk of paying my debt.”

Shadoo felt the table vibrating beneath her hands, and noticed that her brother had started trembling. His apathetic façade was rapidly falling apart, replaced by an expression of fear and despair she hadn’t seen since they’d put up that nightmare ward.

“Do you have any idea how scared I am every time you leave Dimension D? I can protect myself, but what about you? What about [Y/N]? What if someone figures out that you’re my sister, or that [Y/N] is my lover who dragged me from the Underwhere where everyone agrees I belong? What if an angry mob ends [Y/N]’s game and they get sent to the Underwhere in my place because rescuing me is the second worst sin imaginable, second only to being me?”

Dimentio’s eyes widened in growing hysteria.

“What if- What if I do something? Something bad? Bad enough to ruin that deal they made with Queen Jaydes? I’ve been the Dark One for 3,000 years, Shady, I don’t know how to be anything else! It would only take one second, one wrong move, one stupid thought and we’d both be screaming at the bottom of the River Twygz for all eternity. They don’t deserve it. I do but they don’t! And neither do you! You shouldn’t be in danger because of me! I’m just a walking timebomb ready to blow up everything I love and-”

Dimentio snapped out of his crazed ranting as he felt something press against him, and realized his sister was hugging him. Or... no, not Shadoo. She was still sitting across from him, giving him that smug grin she always wore when she tricked someone into confessing thoughts she already knew they had. So then who...?

“Dimentio...”

[Y/N].

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how scared you were. If you want we could discuss protective spells or regular check-ins or whatever will make you feel better. But I’m not worried about you, okay? I trust you. You’ve already come so far, and I’m so proud of you. You should be too.”

It was too much. How did they always know just what to say to break him? He was already exhausted from his outburst at Shadoo, and now this. Defeated, Dimentio buried his face against [Y/N] and quietly sobbed. He was just too tired to rebuild his shattered mask today.

“Thanks for calling me over.” [Y/N] shot Shadoo a conspiratorial smile.

Shadoo winked. “Thank you for taking care of my idiot brother. Perhaps we’ll make a functional adult of him yet.”

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