#lust x killer child

[aj-the-idiot]

Soo , how many ocs do you have?

OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT THIS D:

Here's all of them! (And a box to cover up an unrelated drawing)

More details and closer photos under the cut!

Perish, my beloved grumpy bastard. He's an Error/Nightmare child. He's short-tempered and might come off as rude. At his core he's a very curious and determined monster. His birthday is 25 October (2018)

Felony, who is a Lust/Killer child. He is a bit of a dare-devil and very passionate and caring about those he cares about. Technically, he is a yandere but I always forget to do something with it lmao. (If you look at the photo over the cut, you can see him looking at Perish!) He wears his heart on his sleeve and has no issue speaking his mind. His birthday is 7 November (2018)

Chalk, who is a self-proclaimed Cross/Ink child (he is a fusion of their magic and what the creator of his AU did with it). He is a bit of a scatterbrain and loves to see people be passionate. At times it seems like he cannot shut up if his life depended on it. He can get incredibly protective over those he cares about. His birthday is 1 February (2019)

Azul, who is a Swap/Ink child. He is sweet and caring and is seemingly very naive, believing that there is something good in everyone. He is very eager to help and speaks a lot. He is Felony's latest ex. (If you look at the photo over the cut, you can see him looking at Felony) His birthday is 2 April (2019)

Light, who is a Silvaze child. She one of the few things I have left from my time in the Sonic fandom (not really lol). She was supposed to be really similar to Maria and parts of Mephelis were in her soul, waiting to be released and manipulating her in her head. I created her August 2016.

Darka, my first ever OC (As may be evident by her name. In my defense, I was just starting to learn English). She was an overpowered vampire and one of two beings to keep the balance between negativity and positivity. (no wonder I'm this drawn to Dreamtale) Her counterpart turned out to be a child and she couldn't kill him even though it was prophesized. For some reason it "never felt right to give her a boyfriend." (Guess why, younger me. You created her after seeing Marceline from Adventure Time once) I created her some time in 2015.

And my background characters. The first one is how I would personally draw an anon, then two of Felony's friends, some merchants, Elian, a character @canyougimmecoffeethx and I never really did much with and lastly Mr. Woodpecker (he's a pigeon) who is a teacher togehter with Charlie and Tobias. They wouldn't fit but you can see them on the other pic anyways.

If you want to see more of my background characters you can see some old art here and here!

If you made it this far into the post, thank you so much!! <3

[a-killer-obsession]

The Bet [Kid Pirates x Reader]

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

It all started in the most unexpected manner. Kid had never even considered having children, but after it happened he'd found himself thinking more and more about it.

CW:  established relationship, fivesome F/M/M/M/M, breeding, breeding kink, pregnancy, polyamorous relationship, everyone is bi/pan and together, smut, oral, double penetration, blow jobs, deep throating, anal fingering, afab reader

Self indulgent one shot for my birthday

WC: ~3.5k

Masterlist || AO3

It all started in the most unexpected manner. Kid had never even considered having children, but after it happened he'd found himself thinking more and more about it. He couldn't deny that the thought of you swollen with his babe inside you was alluring, it awakened a kink he didn't even realise he had. But it went further than that, he realised, when a small child had run to you and clung to your leg crying, while the crew was docked on some tourist trap island waiting for the log pose to reset. The ease in which you picked up the child and comforted them, before helping them find their mother, awakened something in him. He started dreaming about it, a little redheaded child with all his fire and all your charisma, running around the deck teasing the crew. Making them small toys with his abilities and seeing their eyes light up. Teaching them to shoot a gun, being scolded by you for doing so. He often found himself thinking about it, more than he would like, or ever admit to.

Until it had happened though, he'd had no interest, and did not think you did either. After all, were children not something people in more… traditional relationships wanted? The polyamorous relationship you had with the Kid Pirate commanders was hardly traditional. Not to mention the logistics of having a child on a ship. Was it only him you'd asked for this with, or did you not care who it happened with? Did you even mean it like that, or was it just a lust-fueled passing thought, caught up in the heat of the moment?

He'd already been fucking you ruthlessly for hours when it happened, the two of you coated in sweat and other bodily fluids, your hands threaded in his hair as he slammed you in to the mattress of his giant bed with every deep thrust, your moans bridging on screams. He'd leaned back to admire his work, your pussy already puffy and pink from multiple rounds as he watched his cock bury and unbury itself inside you. With an annoyed groan he began to pull away, but you held him tight with your legs around his waist.

“Babe, the condom broke,” he complained, “let me go, I'll be quick”

“Nooo,” you moaned, rocking your hips towards him as he tried to pull away, “don't go, cum inside me, please”

Kid couldn't believe what he was hearing, almost cumming right there and then. “I'm- babe are you sure?”

“Put your baby in me,” you moaned as you rolled your hips against him, fucking yourself on him while he hesitated, “breed me, please”

His hesitation was immediately lost to his stupid caveman brain and he slammed back into you at a new, desperate pace, eager to fill you with his load. “Yes! Yes!” You cried out between moans, “fill me up, breed me- oh fuck I'm cumming~”

You clamped tight around him and he hit his own peak, your pulsing hole milking him for everything he was worth as he emptied inside you. “Fuck,” he groaned as he came to a rest, his thick cock still sheathed deep inside you.

“Mmm, don't pull out yet,” you mewled, still holding him tight against you, “I don't want any of your cum dripping out of me, don’t wanna waste it”

“Fuck, [y/n],” Kid groaned, planting his head against your shoulder and letting out an almost growl.

“And you didn't think to ask her about it afterwards?” Killer raised an eyebrow at Kid. The four commanders, your lovers, were sitting around the table that sat in the middle of the navigation room. Kid had just finished telling the others about the condom incident, hoping to get their insights on it or see if you'd done the same to them.

“She was so tired, so we just cleaned up and fell asleep,” Kid shrugged.

“Maybe she's on some other birth control?” Wire suggested.

“Nah, she doesn't like the way they make her feel,” Heat explained, “that's why she's always insisted on the rubbers”

“Well, how do you feel about it?” Killer asked, “do you want a kid?”

“I mean, I didn't think I did,” Kid mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, “but… I can't stop thinking about it”

“I mean, y'all know me,” Heat laughed, “I've been waiting to breed her. She'd look so fucking good all swollen with my baby”

“Yeah, we know,” Wire groaned, “you never shut up about it. I can't say I haven't thought about it too though. I mean, she's been with us for years, it was bound to cross our minds at some point. What about you, Kil?”

“I've known for a while I want to be a dad,” he shrugged, “raising Kid was shit, but rewarding as hell. I'd be more prepared this time”

“What are we saying then? That we want to knock her up?” Kid questioned.

“If that's what she wants,” Wire replied.

“Maybe we should ask her,” Heat suggested.

“Okay but what if she agrees? Then what?” Kid asked, “what if she only wants one of our kids? What if the kid is born and has long ass blonde hair, are we still gonna all act like we’re all the dad?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Wire hummed, “I mean, we all love her equally, right? And if we're all putting in the effort to make it, I think its fair we all take equal charge, even if it comes out with flaming red hair”

“Okay, so we're all in agreement then?” Killer asked the group, to which they all nodded and mumbled their agreements.

“There you all are!” You shouted enthusiastically as you skipped into the room, “I thought you guys were having a orgy without me” you pouted.

“Never without you sweetheart,” Wire booped your nose as you slid into his lap.

“What's going on then? You guys talkin’ bout me?” You teased, “only sexy things I hope”

“Actually,” Killer cleared his throat, “we were talking about you”

“Oh?” You tensed a little, stressed that you’d done something wrong.

“Nothing bad, sweetness,” Wire rubbed your leg reassuringly, “we were just discussing something Kid said you mentioned”

“Oh? What did I say?” You looked at Kid with a puzzled expression.

“Well I- we were just wondering whether you uh,” he scratched the back of his neck, “whether you wanted a baby”

“Ooooooh,” you smiled, tapping your lips with your index finger, “I did tell you to breed me, didn't I? I had planned on bringing it up but the condom beat me to the game”

“So you do want a baby?” Killer asked.

“Yeah, I do,” you replied anxiously, “is that… okay? I know it's a complicated situation, with the five of us and being on a ship and all. But every time I see a kid on some island I get this wave of longing, I really think I want one”

“We talked about it and we all agreed that we're okay with that,” Heat replied. You shimmied excitedly on Wire's lap, making him let out a little grunt.

“And you're… all… okay with it?” You asked, scanning the others with your eyes anxiously, “I mean… I'm not asking you all to be a dad if you don't want to, and I can only carry one guy's baby at a time”

“Do you want it to be specifically one person's?” Kid questioned.

“No, I mean, how am I supposed to choose?” you pouted, “I love all of you, I want everyone's baby. I don't think I want four kids though”

“It's okay peanut,” Heat reassured you, “we talked about it and we're all happy to claim the baby even if it's clearly not ours biologically. As long as they're loved, that's all that matters”

“None of us even had one parent around, to have five would be a blessing,” Wire hummed.

“I bet it'll be mine though,” Kid smirked, “none of you have anything on the size of these big breeding balls, these things were made for baby making”

“Kid, that's what all balls are made for, on literally every mammal,” Killer sighed.

“Alright, I'll make you a deal then,” you smiled mischievously, “if the baby comes out with flaming red hair, you can name them. Same goes for any of you. But that's the only special privilege you get”

The men looked between each other, playful grins forming on their faces. They could never turn down a bit of competition.

“Deal,” they all agreed. Wire immediately grabbed you by your hips and bent you over the edge of the table, making you squeak. He wasted no time tearing down your panties and running a long finger through your slit.

“Hey! No fair!” Kid pouted.

“Says who?” Wire tutted. You moaned as he slipped a finger inside you, followed quickly by a second when he discovered how wet you already were, “you already got to breed her once, the rest of us have to get started. God shes fucking soaked from just talking about it, you want it bad huh baby?”

“Yes! Hnnn-” Wire slipped a third finger inside you and pumped you hard while his other hand came underneath you to rub your clit, “I want to be bred so bad~”

“Fuck she clenched when she said that, she wants our cum so bad,” Wire laughed, pulling his fingers out of you unceremoniously, making you whine. Heat was quick to take his hand and lick your slick off his fingers, a hand already down his own pants.

“Let me get a taste of her before we fuck her up,” Heat purred, pushing Wire out of the way unceremoniously as you rolled on to your back and he knelt between your legs, your knees slung over his shoulders. You adored when Heat ate you out, his greedy mouth was always so hot against your needy pussy and he always did it with such fervour. One of your hands found his hair, the other sliding under your shirt to play with your nipples.

“Let me help you with that,” Killer whispered close to your ear, his mask discarded. He pulled your shirt over your head before removing your bra, and dipped his head to suck on one breast, his hands giving attention to the other. Your newly freed hand threaded through his hair as he ran his wet muscle over the pert bud, flicking it with the tip of his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. You turned your head to the side to see Kid and Wire keeping each other entertained, exchanging wet, messy, open mouth kisses while their hands made deft work of each other's pants. You loved watching your boys play with each other, and it made the coil in your stomach wind tight as you watched them. Wire getting on his knees, combined with a particularly deep thrust of Heat's tongue inside you, was enough to put you over the edge. Killer swallowed your moans with a hot kiss as you came on Heat's face, Heat hungrily moaning and lapping up your ambrosia as you shook and tugged on his hair.

Your eyes were shut in bliss as you laid against the table and panted, barely registering the fat tip of Heat's cock as it slid inside you with ease. “Fucccck, I can't wait to fill you up [y/n],” he grunted as he bottomed out, “I've been thinking about breeding you for so fucking long”

Your legs were still over Heat's shoulders, so much higher now that he was standing, his head tilted forward as he watched the spot where his cock disappeared inside your hungry pussy. “Good girl [y/n],” Killer purred beside you, “let Heat breed you like a good little broodmare”

“Oi, you fucking thief,” Wire growled as he realised Heat had stolen his spot to fuck you first. Heat gave him a smug grin, thrusting into you harder to purposely rip moans from you.

“Yeah? She seems to like it just fine,” Heat teased.

“I'll teach you to steal,” Wire warned, sliding up behind Heat and spitting on his hand before slipping a finger in Heat's asshole. His other hand reached around to play with Heat's pierced nipples, the man was always more sensitive because of them and Wire knew it well. You openly laughed between moans at Heat's pained face as he realised he wasn't going to last long with Wire touching him and pumping his asshole with two fingers now. As predicted in only a few more pumps he shuddered and let out a guttural groan, stilling inside you as he filled you with his seed.

“Fuck… you… Wire,” Heat panted.

“Aw Heat baby, you can try again later,” you gave his face a gentle pat, “but Wire, that was rude, you gotta wait now”

“Oh come on!” Wire groaned.

“You heard the lady,” Killer shoved Heat and Wire out of the way as he pulled his thick erection out of his pants. You smiled sweetly at him and spread your legs wide on the table invitingly. He gave an appreciative hum before lining himself up and pushing in with a grunt.

“Can't wait to see our little blonde baby,” he purred in your ear as he started a slow, deep rhythm.

“You gotta knock me up me first,” you cooed back at him, leaning back on your elbows so you had an anchor to roll your hips, forcing him in deeper. He let out a almost whimper at the sudden unexpected force, which spurred him on to fuck you harder, his hands gripping your hips hard. “There you go, hnng, just like that Kil~”

Wet sounds to your right caught your attention, Wire dishing out more revenge on Heat as he face fucked him hard. You could see the bulge Wire's cock was making in Heat's throat. “Hnng, you better not waste that cum Wire,” you tutted.

“Of course not baby,” he gave you a coy smirk, “that's all for you darlin”

Kid crowded over you on the other side of the table, pumping his cock in his hand as it hovered over your face. You eagerly leaned back and opened your mouth for him, and he sprouted his praises as you took him down your throat in a well practised manner.

“Good girl [y/n],” Killer praised, “you always take our cocks so well, made for us, just like you were made to carry our baby”

Your moaning around Kid's cock made him groan, his hands groping your exposed breasts as they bounced with every thrust from Killer, a contrast of temperature between his warm flesh hand and his cool metal one adding to your pleasure. You tapped his thigh twice to indicate you wanted him to pull out as a new lustful thought consumed your needs.

“What's up baby?” He palmed himself as he waited for you to speak.

“Want- both of you-” you moaned, “you and Killer~”

“Hear that Kil? Little mouse thinks she can take us both,” Kid laughed.

“Well who are we to deny her,” Killer smirked as he pulled out. He climbed on the table and laid on his back, and you eagerly rolled on top to straddle him, reaching down between your bodies to position him and sink back down on his cock. Kid came around the table to where Killer had previously stood, climbing on top of the table which creaked under the collective weight of the three of you. You would have worried about it breaking, if this hadn't been the first time this had happened.

You buried your face in Killer's neck as Kid sunk inside you, stretching your pussy to its limit while all three of you groaned in unison. He stayed put for a moment, letting you adjust to the new level of fullness before slowly starting to move. You loved it when the boys took you like this, because as they fucked you they also slid against whoever else was inside you, fucking you both at the same time - it turned you on immensely to think about their cocks rubbing together inside of you. Killer's eyes were glazed over with bliss as Kid set a harsh rhythm, as he always did, and you took the opportunity to nip and suck at Killer's neck, making him whine. The room was filled with lewd squelching sounds and moans as the five of you were consumed by your collective pleasure.

The men inside you felt your pussy squeeze around them as you got dangerously close, your moans turning to pathetic sounding whimpers as you felt the coil tighten. Killer pulled you down to suck on your neck, and the coil snapped. Your pussy clenched hard around the men, your hole already tight to begin with, and they both hit their limit at the added pressure. Killer made a quiet grunt as he came, he was never very audible, while Kid roared like a caged tiger as he unloaded inside you.

“Fuck, fuck,” Wire growled, pulling Heat's mouth off him and rushing to your side. Kid pulled out, Killer's dick coming with it, and they were quickly replaced by Wire. He barely made it two pumps before spilling inside you, your face buried in the crook of Killer's neck as you panted.

Wire stayed inside you for a moment before slowly pulling out. The collective cum of your four lovers started to spill out, and Kid scooped it with his fingers and pushed it back inside you. “Don't waste it,” he tutted.

“You need anything from us?” Killer stroked your hair soothingly as you continued to rest against him.

“I think she's supposed to lay on her back with her ass raised for a bit,” Heat said, wiping the spit from the messy blow job he'd been giving Wire from his face.

“Of course you'd know,” Wire tsked, “you and your fucking breeding kink”

“Let's get you to bed then,” Kid said, scooping you off Killer and carrying you bridal style. Wire had the good sense to throw his cloak over you before Kid could expose you to the whole crew.

The boys were as excited as ever several months later the first time you puked after looking at what was by all accounts a totally normal meal, cheering like idiots while you ran for the ship railing to barf. Of course they’d all been working hard to make sure you were full of cum at all times, all of them doing whatever they could to be the one who sired the baby so they could win the bet. They spent the rest of the pregnancy working diligently to build a nursery aboard the Victoria Punk, reading every baby book they could find at every island they landed at and fighting over baby names, still sparring over the bet. It made you laugh, they were all so enthusiastic. You’d been so worried about even broaching the subject of a baby, but it warmed your heart to see how excited they all were about being dads. Towards the end of your pregnancy you spent a lot of time sitting with Heat, his body temperature was always so high and felt so soothing for your sore back. The others of course all spent time soothing you in their own ways: Killer would cook whatever you were craving (even if it was weird as shit and made the others gag), Kid would carry you everywhere without complaint if your ankles were swollen and help you bathe if you were feeling too tired, Wire would give you long, full body massages and make sure you were taking your supplements and resting.

For all their planning though, when your waters broke on the deck in the middle of the day they all turned into headless chickens, you had to rely on the girls on the ship to care for you till they got their shit together. Heat sat behind you on the infirmary bed to soothe your backaches, Killer and Wire sat either side of you, risking a broken hand every time you had a contraction. Kid insisted he was fine but would nearly faint every time Emma gave an update about how dilated you were, so he spent most of the labour being forced to lie down.

After 20 gruelling hours of active labour, the baby finally came. A healthy baby girl, and the others eagerly crowded around as Emma placed her in your arms, their eyes sparkling, a few watery with tears. There was a silence as they all tried to figure out who's superior sperm had won the race, and you couldn't help but laugh. The baby was a tiny copy of you - your eyes, your skin tone, a small puff of hair that matches your own. Even her other features like her nose and face shape looked like you.

“Well shit,” you laughed, “I never bothered to think of names cos I thought it'd be obvious”

There was a short silence as the men all looked between each other, it felt like an old western stare down. All at once, all keen on swaying you to their chosen name, they yelled:

“VICTORIA!”

You laughed harder as the men stared at each other in disbelief. All these months of squabbling and they all wanted the same name anyway, typical.

“Victoria it is then,” you giggled, looking down at your baby, “and how lucky you are little Victoria, with four daddies who all love you very much”

[alohastyles-x]

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: Prologue + Chap 1 are here :))) I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 3.2K

The metallic smell of blood clung to his senses, as Druig  lifted his blade high above his head, prepared to land yet another strike to the unsuspecting victim that laid below him. It was his first kill, the rage of human fragility consuming him, driving him to take matters into his own hands. Why were humans so hungry with greed, so lustful for it that they slaughtered millions to make their point known? 

Blood had already filled the streets below, flowing like a tiny creek above the pavements that weaved between now crumbling buildings. His victim would be seen as just another casualty to the war, a guard who fell to the hoards of civilians now storming the castle. They had been neglected for months, famished and homeless, littering the streets like discarded trash. Finally, they had enough, rising up against the castle and its inhabitants. 

But the guard below Druig  was far from innocent. The list of sins he had to atone for could wrap around the city twice. Druig was merely just doing a god’s work, sending the bastard to his hell a little earlier than expected. 

Druig pulled his blade out of the limp body once more, wiping the red stains on the guard's cloth that hung from his waist. Druig slid the blade back into his own boot, the cool metal a sweet relief against his hot skin. The fire ablaze through the castle halls, set by the angry citizens,  had significantly raised the temperature, a sickening heat radiating off what walls were still left standing. 

As Druig straightened, a twinkle in the doorway caught his attention. A child stood in the crumbling frame,  his mouth hung open at the sight before him. The child was half in the shadows, his features unrecognizable. Druigs’ senses told him exactly who the kid was - the deceased guard's son. Druig had to act quick, before the child found the will to scream over the ghastly sight. 

He closed his eyes  as he summoned his powers from deep in his mind. When he opened them, his eyes then turned a bright golden that reflected the fire in the torches along the wall, as he locked eyes with the child in front of him. He now had total control over the kids emotions and actions. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe. Go, find your mother.” Druig said, as he calmed the boys’ now shot nerves.  

The child nodded, turning slowly and taking off, jumping over fallen bricks and wreckage. Druig sighed, looking down once more at the guard at his feet. 

“Should have played it safe, Alexander, so your son could have a father in his life. That is very important, you know,” Druig scolded the dead man. 

Alexander had a reputation in the Byzantine town for his behavior. There were many nights after his shift that Alexander became belligerent, drunk off the spirits offered by the local distilleries, before taking advantage of any unlucky woman who happened to cross his drunken path. His  list of victims was countless, many left dead in the street for their loved ones to find. The grotesque crimes he committed  were covered up by the King, offering a bullshit lie as an explanation for Alexander’s behavior. 

Druig wasn’t the only one who wanted Alexander dead. He was just the first one to get to him, shoving him into the room where he laid now, his blood permanently marking his deathbed. 

Alexander’s son stumbled through the hallways back to his mothers room that was tucked away deep in the castle, unharmed from the civilians storming through. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he threw open the door. His mother sat on the bed, a knife in hand as she waited for the civilians to finally reach her champers. At the sight of her son, she dropped the knife, running to him. 

“Agapi mou!” She cradled the boy in her arms, holding him close to her chest. 

“Mommy,” he said, his greek accent thick. “It’s páppa!” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He… he…” the boy didn’t have to finish his sentence. The fear and grief in his voice said everything she needed to hear. So she cradled him tighter, running her fingers through his short black hair- much like his fathers. 

As the tears fell from her eyes, landing on the top of her son's head, she heard a scream echo through the castle. She knew the mob had finally found them, tearing through the halls just outside her door. She hung onto her son tighter, praying to the gods for a savior, to spare her from the sins of the castle. 

Such fate did not come… for the gods she prayed to sat silently outside, held under Druigs’ control. 

Present Day 

Rain illuminated the soft lights of the street lamps above you as you made your way back to your apartment. The humid air was hot and heavy, making you thankful you chose to wear shorts to work tonight, instead of your normal jeans. 

It was 12 a.m., not an ideal time to be out walking alone, but you didn’t have much of a choice. Living in the city was expensive enough, adding a car note on top of that was unimaginable on a waiter's salary. You made enough to get by and afford a nice, spacious apartment, and practically everything you needed was in walking distance… so it truly wasn’t that bad. You knew the route like the back of your hand, and never once felt uncomfortable… 

… that is, until a loud thud echoed down the alley way you just passed. It was loud enough to catch your attention, making you stop dead in your tracks. A muffled grunt followed, and you almost continued on, assuming it was just someone finding their place to sleep for the night. But yet another muffled sound caught your attention. 

“Help…” it was said in a quiet, hushed tone, just barely audible over the sprinkle of rain hitting the pavement. You pulled your phone out, turning the flashlight on as bright as it would go. 

This was dumb and you knew it, but you also knew you couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t try and help whoever called out. Inhaling a shaking breath, you began to slowly disappear into the darkness of the alley, getting your phone ready to call the emergency line just in case.  

A metallic smell filled the air the further you walked, making you slightly nauseous. A buzzing filled your veins as you breathed in, which only made you more nervous. You had heard of various instances around the city of people feeling this buzz, smelling the metallic air, before coming into contact with god magic.

God magic was a deadly substance to humans who  lingered in the presence of the god on earth. Inhale too much of it and your lungs begin to collapse, as they fight for pure earthly oxygen. The presence of god magic lingering, meant a god had just been here… and that wasn’t a good sign. 

Quickly, you pulled your hand up to cover your nose, hoping it would be enough to block out the air. As you did so, a gleam on the pavement caught your eye, as the light from your phone bounced off of it. 

A puddle of red sat ahead of you, pooling thickly out from behind the lone dumpster sat in the middle of the alley. Your breath hitched in your throat as your mind raced with every worse case scenario that could be laid out before you. 

Worst case, it was human blood, belonging to the innocent victim of the god at hand- and boy, were the gods ruthless with their victims. Best case, it was just an animal sacrifice… something a lot easier to stomach. 

You prayed silently for the latter as you crept closer. The buzzing only intensified the closer you got to the source of the blood, causing a slight pounding in your head. 

“Oh… oh my god,” you whispered as you finally rounded the edge of the dumpster. To your dismay, it was not an animal at all, but the blonde you had just served at the restaurant not too long ago. She was out with friends, celebrating her 21st birthday. Her once white dress was now shredded, dyed  with the dark red of her blood that now inked the pavement below. The shredded marks of her dress matched the shredded skin of her stomach, as if she had been gutted. 

You couldn’t stop the vomit now raising through your body. Turning around you emptied the contents of your stomach onto the wet pavement. You had never seen such a gruesome sight in person- it was nothing like the movies. 

Tears fell from your eyes as you quickly hit the call button on your phone. An operator answered instantly, asking for your location. 

“H-hi… I’m at the alley between 5th and Steel Avenue… I just, oh god I don’t even know if I can put it into words… I just discovered a dead body…” You answered the ladies' questions as best as you could between the sobs escaping your throat. 

“Is there anyone else with you?” The operator asked, as she began to get an ambulance and the police on route to your location. 

“Uh… no,” you said, confidently, as you looked around to see an empty alley. One end opened to the sidewalk and the street you were just on, the occasional car passing by on the street. The other end led to a brick wall, graffitied with local street art. 

“Are you sure?” The operator asked again, this time with an edge to her voice that wasn’t there before. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at her tone, making you look around once more. 

“Um…,” you whispered, suddenly hyper aware of every sound and moving shadow. A rock skidded across the pavement at the dead end, causing you to turn your attention to the graffitied brick wall. 

An outline of a dark shadow stood at the end, a flash of white around their face bounced off the flashlight still on your phone. You stood still, absolutely petrified of whatever being stood just as still as you. 

The buzzing appeared back in your veins and the smell of rusted iron returned. You were stunned as a flash of gold briefly flickered through the air. An overwhelming flood of emotions roared through you, rendering you unable to move, as if your feet were stuck in quicksand. Tears welled in your eyes, but didn’t fall, as if something held them there. Flashes of your life played in your mind, as you accepted your fate that you were next. 

But just as suddenly as it happened, the feeling was gone, replaced by the blaring lights and sirens that now filled the alley. The lights made their way to the brick wall, where absolutely nothing appeared. 

A cry escaped your throat as you dropped to your knees. 

One thing was certain…  

… you were just in the presence of a god. 

** 

A few hours later you were slugging your way up the stairs to your apartment, the events of the evening weighing on you heavily. You had run out of tears a while ago, as you sat in the detective's office going over and over and over what had happened in varying degrees of detail. 

“You’re sure you heard nothing? Saw nothing? That has to be impossible… No one you passed looked suspicious?” The detective's voice echoed in your mind as you unlocked the apartment door.  

A soft purr brought you out of your thoughts, as your cat sat patiently  by the front door, mewing softly. She hadn’t had food in hours, as you were later than usual getting home. 

“Oh Mr. Jinx, I’m sorry,” you whispered, stooping down to pet him. He leaned into your palm, rubbing his tiny head against it. “Come on, let’s get you some food.”

“Where have you been?!” A shrill voice made you jump back into the door, scaring mr. Jinx down the hall. 

“God, Celia… don’t yell so loud,” you mumbled, gripping your temples. 

“Y/N… there was a murder near your restaurant! I haven’t heard from you at all since your shift ended… you can’t be mad at me for being worried. What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…” Celia trailed off as she poured herself a glass of wine. 

“I saw it…,” you whispered, settling at the breakfast bar in the half kitchen. Celia’s wine stopped mid-pour as her eyes locked with yours. 

“What…?” She whispered back, still trying to process what you just said. You nodded your head, unable to make direct contact with her for long. Your tears had tried long ago, making this a lot easier to talk about now, then hours ago sitting in that tiny gray room. 

“Shit, you need this more than I do,” Celia responded, topping off her glass before sliding it to you. It only took you three seconds to down it, earning a low whistle from Celia. You were not a wine drinker, but tonight was different. 

“There's more…,” you trailed off. If there was anyone you were going to mention the god thing to, it was Celia. Definitely not the detectives, and not the media who had swarmed the crime scene within minutes of detectives arriving. 

“What?” Celia pressed, itching for you to spill what you knew. 

“I know this is going to sound crazy but… I think I have an idea who did it.” 

Celia looked at you quizzically. 

“When I was approaching her body, I felt this… buzzing,” Celia’s sharp breath interrupted you, as she gasped. The fact that she already knew where you were going with this, meant your gut was right for telling her. 

“It went away once I found her… but then it came back and I saw something. I’m not sure exactly what I saw… but it had a white face-”

“Oh my god!” Celia interrupted, taking off to her room. Celia often studied the mythology of the old world in her free time. She had a library full of books in her closet dedicated to this study. It was something unique about Celia that you enjoyed… Everyone else was perfectly content leaving the mythology behind after The Fall in the early days, when the gods departed, letting humanity crumble and rebuild into what it is today. In fact, many don’t even believe the gods ever existed, the only evidence of them being in the stories passed down, or an occasional destroyed relic found here and there across the globe. 

Celia came back out supporting a thick book in her arms. It looked old and heavy, with a permanent layer of dust settled on top of it. 

“Would you be able to recognize what you saw if you saw it again?” Celia asked, letting the book slam with a thud on the kitchen counter next to you. As expected, a cloud of dust filled the air. 

“I think so, but I didn’t get a good look. There was a small flash of gold before it felt like I came too again,” you explained, coughing as the dust cloud settled in the air. Celia nodded, flipping through the pages. 

“Okay, did it look like any of these?” She asked, settling on a page that was in another language. A drawing was nestled at the bottom, depicting a group of 10 individuals. None of them looked familiar, and you couldn’t read the text next to each person to try and figure it out. 

“No… it was just a shadow, with this glimmering white face. I could smell the magic radiating off of it.” 

“Did you hear anything?” Celia asked, as she began flipping through the book again. 

“No… I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts… everything just went silent, and then I got this rush of emotions, that was when its eyes flashed gold and I was back in reality.” 

Celia stopped mid page flip, turning slowly to look at you. Her eyes looked distant, like she wasn't actually looking at you, but trying to hold on to her train of thought. You waited patiently for her to figure out the pieces. 

After a few seconds, she started furiously flipping through the pages, heading back to the 10 figures from before. 

“Okay, so these are the eternals, they were a group of gods who once lived here, protecting the civilians of the old world… until something happened and they split, causing this one, right here, to go rogue. He held the other eternals under his capture… You see, he has the ability to control others with his mind. He can influence someone's emotions, actions, etc., but just getting into your head. Well when he went rogue, the lore goes he began this maddening killing spree- that the weight of humanity had crushed him, creating this monster-” Celia paused to flip a few pages forward. “Here… the masked being you see here…that was him. He donned a mask made from the skin of his first victim- Alexander the Great-, and then went on this spree of murdering all the corrupt and evil people in the empire at the time. There isn’t much to what happened to him and the other gods after this spree…, it just kind of ends there, which is why many of us think he actually still resides here on earth, especially with the rise of common people feeling this god magic you felt tonight. Maybe he found a new mask, to be unrecognizable? I’m sure some dead guys’ flesh from the old world wouldn’t hold up all that well…” Celia ended with a chuckle. 

“Anyways, his name is Druig, and he usually is associated with gold too- all of the eternals are. It's unique to them, compared to the other gods of the old world. A cosmic sort of magic that isn’t of this world. But the flood of emotions, and you feeling like you’re in another reality during it… that makes me really think it's him.” 

You sat, digesting all the information Celia just gave you, overlooking the paper she was reading from. There was another drawing, this one more detailed. It depicted the god, standing before a dead body, a knife in hand. 

“Wait… does it say how the victims of his spree were killed?” You asked, holding your breath as you waited for Celia to translate the old Greek text. 

“Yes… a sheath- so, like a knife… wait- what's that look for…” Celia trailed off as she noticed your face drain of color. 

“The girl tonight… I mean I don’t know for sure, but it looked as if her… body had been slashed.” You choked out the words, as the images of her torn dress and skin came back in your mind. 

“Woah… Okay, so this could definitely be him then,” Celia muttered. 

You sat, staring at the masked drawing in the book. This didn’t make sense… he was still in the alley when you were there, yet he let you live. 

“Does it say anything else about him that might be helpful to know?” You asked. Celia read through the pages, her finger tracking as she translated the text. 

“Just that anyone who comes into contact with him doesn’t have long to live…,” Celia trailed off, as she connected the dots of what she just read to your current reality. 

“Oh shit…,” she closed the book, turning her full attention to you. 

“Yeah… oh shit.”

Part 2

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[vesppperoro]

Can we please get Loona x Short Male Vampire Sinner Reader? Thanks for your time!

Loona x Short!Vampire Sinner!Reader (MASC)

Includes: Loona, Male Reader

A/N: These are Headcanons. If you request a certain scenario with them, I’ll do it!

Despite being a sinner, you weren’t in the Pride Ring. Your sin was Lust. Bloodlust, to be exact.

You were a blood thirsty killer when you were human, so you weren’t too surprised when you ended up in hell.

You were, however, surprised at your appearance.

Sharp teeth, sharp pupils, lighter skin, and clothes resembling what you use to wear. You also noticed your sharp ears and your lack of a reflection.

A vampire. You could tell that’s what you were.

Your thirst for blood came in more ways than just being a killer. You felt as if you needed it to survive in the afterlife.

You thrived in the afterlife by killing hellborne.

Your life was pretty miserable. As expected for someone in hell.

That was, until, you stumbled upon the I.M.P building.

You walked inside and met the receptionist. She caught your eye immediately.

She was some kind of wolf sinner? You didn’t even notice you were staring until she snapped her fingers in front of your face.

“Hello? What are you here for?” The lady snapped, going back to her phone once you zoned back in.

“Well, there’s this guy..” and you told her the story about the guy who killed you. How he stabbed you in the chest and you died because you drowned in your own blood.

She didn’t seem to listen but she nodded and took his info.

After they killed your killer, you stayed a bit after and asked to join them.

They agreed and you became like an assistant to Loona.

During this time, you two became closer. She teased you relentlessly about your height difference.

You learned she was adopted by the boss and she was a Hellhound. So, she wasn’t a sinner. She said she was born in hell.

It took a while, but she eventually became attached to your badass actions.

You two became pretty good friends!

Blitzø became protective of his Loona, of course.

Eventually, you brought her to Ozzie’s and confessed.

She confessed that she felt the same.

Anyways, now that you’re both in a relationship, she’s the only one allowed to be mean to you.

If anyone else teases you about your height, she’ll kill them.

Since you can’t be active during the day because of the sun, you two have night dates or inside dates.

She lets you feed on her blood if you need to.

She loves picking you up and just placing you on her shoulder.

You two fight together all the time.

Remember how she was when in her human form? That’s how she is with you whenever you and her go into your human forms together.

Blitzø watches you two like a hawk. He’s very suspicious of you, even if Loona tells him to fuck off.

The other two support your relationship. Moxxie, however, was surprised she even got a man.

You two like to have deep convos and you tell her about life on earth. You even told her what you did.

She didn’t mind. She thought it was cool as fuck.

She posts pictures of you two together frequently on her Voxtagram.

Her pfp on anything is a pic of you and her hugging or her picking you up like a child.

You two are adorable. Late night snacks together, deep convos, cuddles, etc.

She adores you and you adore her.

You love petting her fur and she loves picking you up. That’s your things for one another.

[zu-is-here]

Oh my god Detroit Become Human + UTMV I love you so much Zu. Please tell us more about your ideas <3

Awww I'm happy to hear it, thanks a lot! (〃ω〃)

It was a spontaneous thought and I didn't think much, so feel free to share your ideas as well! ☆

[spoilers]

Connor!Ink: he & Hank!Error were the first on my mind, they seem to fit these roles so well (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) From disgust towards an annoying partner to friendship... in the best scenario =)

Elijah!Nightmare does look like a rich genius who might "invent" feelings, and the test scene would prove if Ink can kill for the sake of the script, or show empathy like a living being.

Markus!Cross: Kao noticed that X!Gaster must be Carl, and that's right! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Maybe he's not that evil (yet with no legs in pain), so he has Cross (with no "scar" yet) to help him around the house.

What if X!Papyrus is Leo?.. Well, Cross puts himself back together, piece by piece, including a new red eye... and finds Jericho, with North!Dream and others <3

Kara!Lust*: Fell may be Todd muhaha >:D Lust and [unknown child] run away and then find big Luther!Horror (//ówò//) (rise up HorrorLust fans <3)

I'm not sure about Zlatko though, it must be someone... kind yet suspicious :) So many characters and even more possibilities! ♪

* There are also other options for this route, like:

Kara!Dream, Zlatko!XGaster and Luther!Cross.

Kara!Outer, Zlatko!Nightmare and Luther!Killer.

In short, try and enjoy your favs! ;D

UPD:

Awww that would be so sad yet so good! (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)✧ Nightmare knowing that Neil loves Dream more than him... must be such a pain for him ♡_(:3 」∠)_

Oh, any ship child would fit here imho, and maybe not only Cream ones <3 So it's up to you! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Heheh for real! (༶ૢ˃̵̑◡˂̵̑༶ૢ) Thank youuu <3

[pink-valkyrie-writes]

Forgive me

-Widowmaker x gn!reader

-fluff in beginning then angst but happy ending

-warnings: mentions of death (no actual death)

You have met your now girlfriend when you first joined Talon. The others around you always turned their heads when you would walk into the room with your cold, stoic lover. They way your dynamic played on the battlefield aided Talon in their missions of destruction. Nothing could ever break the ruthless sniper, expect seeing you hurt.

 Widow was cursed yet blessed with Moira’s experimentations. She was a flawless killer who easily made a name for herself. When her name was said it sent shivers down the spines of humans and omnics alike. But the one thing she hated way not feeling a thing.  Amélie couldn’t understand how after so long you still stay by her side though she shows little to no emotions. 

 The way you hold her at night, how you hold her hands when they become too cold for her to shoot, and even though Moira slowed down her heartbeat you still managed to make her heart beat fast. When others looked at her with fear or lust, you look at her with admiration and love. Since her late husband left this world, she never thought she could love again. You showed her that there is love after loss and she can find happiness where she is.

 Before you officially dated, she sat you down and explained her past with her ex-husband. When she explained how they took everything from her, unexpectedly, she let a tear slip. You quickly wiped it from her face and pulled her in for a hug, which she accepted. Before she asked you to be hers, she promised, “I will never let anyone or anything hurt you...ever,”

 The next day, Amélie had to hide many smiles from her colleagues whenever you would secretly blow her kisses or link your pinky with hers. She definitely had to hide her newfound emotions from Moira to avoid testing, but it was worth it for you. You would even be asked by the Irish woman what it’s like dating a woman who can’t feel the way you do, but you always managed a fake answer that seem believable. 

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 On the battlefield, she always kept an eye out for you since you were on the ground directly fighting against the enemy. You two were lucky and happy this mission just required the two of you. Of course, there were other soldiers there, but in retrospect, you were the only two that really mattered.

 The both of you were sent to Egypt, the temple of Anubis, a said secret location for you to go in and get the illegal goods you were requested to grab while Widow waited and watch out from afar. At one point you said into your mic, “Amélie, these tunnels here are creepy...Do you know if I am close enough? I want to get out of here...” you said, having a bit of fear laced in your tone. She chuckled, “Oh y/n, you’re fine. You’re already there. Just grab it so we can leave and head home, okay?” You smiled to yourself, “When we get home, can we get takeout and cuddle?” and she replied with a simple, “Oui”.

 Commotion and shots were soon heard, Overwatch has tracked them down and are planning to stop their plan. Widow sighed, leaning down to see through the scope in front of her.

  She always felt an adrenaline rush when she scored a kill, a sense of excitement. Taking down enemy soldiers was child’s play to her at his point. But through it all, widow would always make sure you were safe, she promised you that. The two of you communicated the entire of you making your way back to her since Overwatch saw the opportunity to swoop in and “save the day”.

 “I got the package, I’m close to you babe..” you whispered into you hidden mic, knowing you were able to crack a smile on your girlfriend's face. “Alright, I’ll see you soon mon chèri..” she whispered back, biting her bottom lip to stop the goofy smile see has on her face. She waited, looking through her scope. Though she felt on top of the world, it almost felt too good.

 Widow saw you coming back towards the drop ship, being cautious of your surroundings. When you spotted your lover, you smiled and gave you a little wave. ‘cute’ was all she thought.

boom.

 A shoot was fired, but not from her. It was from an enemy sniper she knows too well. Your smile faded, dropping to your knees and falling on your front.

 In this moment, Widow felt her heart in her throat. 

You were shot.

 Widow felt frozen, like she couldn’t move. Still watching from the scope, she saw Talon soldiers come to you aid, picking you up and grabbing the package as well while being shot at. She pulled her face away, feeling salty tears run down her face by themselves. She just witnessed you being shot in the back and she couldn’t save you.

 Everything in Amélie wanted to run towards you, make sure you’re still alive, hold your hand and kiss you...but she couldn’t, it would show the people around her she can feel and word would spread like wildfire and would get to her creator, Moira.

 All she could do was wipe her face and go back inside the ship. Once inside she was greeted by medics running past her, pushing her aside to make their way to you. Amélie slowly made her way to you, watching the medics place a mask on your face to help you breathe. 

 Memories of Gérard’s death flooded back. She felt her heartbeat start to pick up, something she haven’t felt in a very long time. Amélie wanted to cry and ask if you would be okay, but she had couldn’t. Damn her curse...

  Amélie had to act like she didn’t care, she had to act like she could care less that you were hurt. It pained her so much to turn her back, making her way to the back of the ship to be alone.

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  It’s been hours since you were brought back to the Talon headquarters to be rushed into immediate surgery.  Amélie sat by herself in small, plain waiting room, staring at the tiled floor. 

 When she could visit you after your surgery, she wanted to break down and cry. Seeing you in a hospital bed, a nasal cannula in your nose, and IVs in your arm, made her heart ache. She pulled a chair next to your bed, sitting down and grabbing your hand. She whispered, “I’m sorry, my love... I couldn’t protect you..” she took your limp hand and cradled her face with it. She stayed with you the entire night, soon falling asleep in an uncomfortable chair. When Amélie woke, she immediately jolted up to, looking at the clock above your bed.

07:28 

When she woke, you were still asleep, looking sound at your heart monitor beeped accordingly. A nurse came in with breakfast for her patient and Widow herself, but she barely had an appetite.

13:04 

 Amélie had sat in that damned chair all day, staring at you, but it was worth it to hope you would wake up soon. When she closed her eyes, she heard you grunting. With this, she opened her eyes to see you stirring awake.

  Finally, you opened your eyes. Amélie smiled and grabbed your hand, “You’re awake..” she choked, feeling tears threatening to fall from her eyes. You chuckled, “Can’t keep me down, I am tough as steel..” you joked, smiling at her. Though Amélie wanted to have a fun moment with you, felt started to cry, “Y/n, I am so, so sorry for not protecting you...” she cried.

 “Hey, hey... Amélie, baby, this wasn’t your fault...” you comforted her, your hand cradling her face. “No, you don;t get it... I made a promise to you, and I broke it..” she sobbed, squeezing your hand, “Please...forgive me..”

 You felt your own eyes tear up, “Amélie, come lay in bed with me..” you gestured with your free arm to your right. She nodded and quickly came into bed with you. Even though she spent one night with you in her bed, she couldn’t handle it. Amélie held you close as you whispered,

 “I am not going anywhere my love. You are the moon to my sun, you simply can’t have one without the other. Amélie, you are the love of my life and I don’t plan on leaving you ever. I know we have our arguments here and there but.. You are all that I want and need in life, and I wouldn’t dare to put you through pain again. I gave you my heart as you gave me yours, I will cherish it to my last breath when we grow old together,” and with that, you kissed her on his cold, yet soft lips.

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[midnight-talescape]

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

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Not me having to do this twice because tumblr ate the first one

The single character are just the only character I will write for in their fandom because I only find them attractive (no I don't take question for my choice) But feel free to convince me otherwise with nice prompt

𝒟𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁

The Tyrant and His Pet (Yandere Frieza x Reader)

^ art to go with that story I said no oc but im also a hypocrite

Mine (Yandere King Cold x Adopted Reader) <- I will fuck his entire family excluding chill who look like a purple and orange dildo and kuriza whos a literal child

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐵𝓊𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓇

Contract (Alpha Sebastian x Omega Reader) I want a demon buler

𝒫𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 (𝐼’𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔)

Trainer and Pokémon are both okay (final evolution and grown up only)

Rage (Yandere Human Gyarados x Reader) no thought mind blank

Sacrifice (Yandere Human Volcarona x Reader) why did i write lava cum

Forbidden (Yandere Greninja x Reader) i will always love forbidden ninja love

Mate (Serperior x Reader) favorite starter no regret

Virus (Various Pokémon x Reader) no comment

Worship (Arceus x Reader) go big or go home

Fire (Arcanine x Reader) dog

𝐼𝓃𝓊𝓎𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒶

Heat (Sesshomaru x Half Demon Reader) <- first anime crush

𝒟𝒮𝑀𝒫 (𝒞! 𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎)

I’m here (C!Philza x Cat Hybrid Reader) Im so fucking sorry

𝒜𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 (𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝒶𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉)

Prey (Koro Sensei x Reader) Adult need special care

𝒪𝓃𝓂𝓎𝑜𝒿𝒾

Treasure (Yandere Tamamo no Mae x Reader) fluffy tails

𝒟𝒞

Criminal (Yandere Batman x Criminal Reader) I might have a type

Taboo (Brother Batman x Sister Reader) i was so fucking excited for this ;-;

𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒫𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 (𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓊𝓅)

Purpose (Lucius Malfoy x Reader) I have some daddy issue

𝐻𝒶𝓏𝒷𝒾𝓃 𝐻𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓁 + 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓋𝒶 𝐵𝑜𝓈𝓈

Deal (Alastor x Reader) not me remembering Alastor doesn't brush his teeth

Lust (Asmodeus x Succubus Reader) I love mister rooster guy

𝒞𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒 𝑅𝓊𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂 (𝓈𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽)

Cookie & Cream (Yandere Dark Cacao x Reader x Yandere Pure Vanilla) It's definitely call cream, I don't take argument

𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 (𝒴𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓂𝓃)

Princesa (Miguel O’hara x Reader) I love writing hate sex

Needs (Alpha Miguel O’hara x Beta Reader) I want this man to do so many illegal shit to me

Washing Machine (Miguel O’hara x Reader) help me stepbro

Needs and Wants (Omega Miguel O’hara x Beta Reader) this man has so many things that can do so many things to me

Protection (Bodyguard Miguel O’hara x Reader) I will pay big money for this man

Aphrodisiac (Miguel O’hara x Reader) he totally gaslighted you lol

Good Boy (Hybrid Miguel O’hara x Reader) the title has little to no correlation with the story

Mi Diosa (War God Miguel O’hara x Reader) The amount of Miguel i’m writing is getting ridiculous

Secret (Best Friend Miguel O’hara x Hero Reader) I want miguel so badly

Villain (Yandere Villain Miguel O’hara x Hero Reader) I need to remember this is a smut

Hatred (Various Miguel x Reader) i love angst

Killer (Ghostface Miguel O’hara x Shy (?) Reader) very thin line between shy and psychopathic

Little Spider (Stepdad Miguel O’hara x Reader) stepdad miguel lets goooooo

𝒥𝓊𝒿𝓊𝓉𝓈𝓊 𝒦𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓃

Leash (Wolf Toji x Reader) Bark bark

Master and Slave (Toji x Reader) No thought want Toji to [bleep] me

Discipline (Proffesor Nanami x Student Reader) Look at this beautiful mature responsible man

Liar (Sukuna x Reader) I think regular people will die if they fuck him

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇

Jealousy (Ice Bear x Reader) *insert How bad can I be

Despise (John Wick x Reader) <- this is favorite will recommand

Wine (Thranduil x Reader) Im into some freaky shit

Game (707 x Reader) My beloved

Love (Yandere Kururu x Reader) I dont know why I love him I just do

Captain (Levi x Reader) You can break my neck

Pet (Slenderman x Reader) daddy long leg

𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉

Pearls (Yandere Sea Monster x Mermaid Reader) I had to cut it because I was dragging it on for too long

Intertwine (Genderbend Parallel (?) x Reader) its just a little weird okay

Don't Leave (Yandere Dragon x Reader) Dragon, my love

Obsession (Yandere Wolf x Reader) I have no thought just head hurt, also want a wolf. Doesn't have to be a man just a wolf

[hazbinmurderparty1846]

Full list of casting for the Sweeney Todd AU (and reasons for all of them)

Mr Todd: Obviously it has to be Alastor. Why? Well, because first of all: serial killer. Second of all, I feel like Todd is what Alastor would become if he went off the deep end. I know he's already pretty fucked-up, but he's not as bad as he could be, and mark my words if you put him through something like what Todd's been through, that is exactly how Al would become. Possibly even worse.

Mrs Lovett: Rosie. Do I need to say more? She's a sweet, cheerful cannibal lady with motherly qualities, and she cares for Alastor a whole hell of a lot. I did have some issues with casting her as Lovett, though, mostly because Lovett seems slightly less stable than Rosie and her relationship with Todd is clearly not very healthy on either end even before he kills her. But Rosie still fit her too well not to.

Toby: Now here, look. I couldn't figure out who the hell to put as Toby, so unless y'all have any ideas I'm gonna be casting an OC in his place. Said OC was already intended to be Rosie's adopted child, so it fits. But if anyone has a better idea I'll be glad to hear it, I hate using OCs in things that aren't centric to them.

Judge Turpin: Valentino. Again, need I say more? His main thing is being a rapist, and so overwhelmed by lust that he would ruin a man's life for a small chance at a woman he found attractive. Val already demonstrates this kind of behavior in canon, albeit towards Angel Dust, not Emily. Who else could it be? Plus he dies, so.

Beadle Bamford: Velvette. She's the closest character to Val that I could think of, and them being assholes together would make sense. Plus I just really wanted to draw her in a suit and top hat.

Signor Pirelli: Vox, of course. His only purpose is to be Todd's rival and get murdered by him almost immediately, who else could it be? Vox would probably openly allow Alastor to murder him tbh, the bottom that he is- plus, I also just really like the idea of him singing opera in an obnoxious Italian accent.

Lucy: Emily. Now hear me out - I'm not normally an AngelicSmile shipper, but it's the only Alastor ship other than RadioRose that I can even remotely picture. Plus, she's sweet and naive enough to be Lucy - her getting taken advantage of by Val and attempting suicide after, while a very dark and sad concept, is very plausible.

Johanna: Again, unless y'all have any ideas, I'm replacing her with an OC. I considered Vaggie, but decided against it because she'd be Alastor and Emily's daughter and that just felt weird. I considered Niffy too, but Niffty x Charlie is really not something I wanna write, so I scrapped that too. Help is welcome.

Anthony: Charlie. Who else could it be? A naive, idealistic, determined young sailor who never gives up, especially when it comes to love. Sounds like Charlie to me. Plus, her rescuing Alastor and bringing him home is such a Charlie move, let's be real, nobody else on the cast would do that.

And that's it for now! :D So, do y'all agree? Any suggestions for improvement? I'd love some help if you'd offer it, but if not thats fine! ^^

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[ORIGINAL POST HERE]

(CRIMINAL MINDS FIC) JENNIFER “JJ” JAREAU x JASIRA BOUDREAUX

RATED R

CANON DIVERGENT ALTERNATE UNIVERSE FIC

While in New Orleans, having just wrapped up a case and unwinding with her team, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau sets sights on a young woman that she finds herself completely enthralled by. Seeking her out whilst hoping for a hook up, JJ gets lucky, but soon realizes that the connection between them is so much stronger than that of a one night stand.

This is the love story of Jennifer Jareau and Jasira Boudreaux.

A space to say something or ask questions to either myself or one of the characters.

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AFTER JONES: A NIGHT IN THE CITY

PG-13

crude language. alcohol consumption. lustful thoughts, intentions and brief sexual tension, smut, vaginal fingering (jasira receiving), slight public displays of sexuality (provocative dancing as well as sex in a dark alley) and mentions of scissoring. implied sex under the influence. alcohol consumption. mentions of grooming, inappropriate age gaps, past domestic abuse and abuse of a minor, stalking, violation of a court order. mentions of violence and racism, such as lynchings/hate crimes, racially motivated police incompentence/neglect. mentions of a serial killer (referencing the Jones killer). mentions of a character disappearance. vague mentions of child neglect, parental abandonment and character suicide.

It's been a long week. The team had just wrapped the Jones case, and JJ could finally be free from Detective Lamontagne's excessive and unprofessional flirting. She wants nothing more than to get back home and enjoy a few days off, but when she checks in with the pilot so the team can get back to Quantico, she's informed that there are engine troubles and there are currently no other jets available. Upon breaking the news to her team, Derek and Emily are overjoyed by the guaranteed vacation time and suggest a night on the town. While out having fun with her team, JJ spots Jasira Boudreaux, a stunning young dancer with a bit of a bit of a troubled past and colorful upbringing, and feels her world fall away. Completely entranced by her and only her, JJ awaits the perfect moment to introduce herself to the beautiful young lady. Upon meeting, the two of them hit it off and JJ spends the night with her. But, when the morning comes— rather than being regretful, both women find that they don't want their time together to end.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

LONG DISTANCE: KISS ME THRU THE PHONE

PG

crude language, discussion of past domestic violence, grooming, sexual assault, stalking, threats, anxiety, PTSD, racism, racially motivated police neglect, discussion of violence between children, sexism and misogyny, sexual harassment in the workplace, unprofessionalism, mentions of serial killing and gore, vague implications of racism, alcohol consumption.

After the one night stand, JJ stews in her feelings, reminiscing on the one night stand and contemplating upon whether or not she should pursue the connection further. After a few days, she decides to give Jasira a call, but it doesn't go the way she hopes. Rather than being discouraged, it fuels BJ's desire to pursue her. When the two connect, it's a clear that desire to move forward is shared. Quickly, the two become very consistent pieces of each other's days to day lives despite their distance. As they talk on the phone more and more, both women become more and more attached to one another.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

Ten Days in DC

Rated R

crude language, alcohol consumption, unsafe operation of a vehicle.. weapons (guns and knives) mentions of tension between law enforcement and civilians, implied racial tension, racism, homophobia. body and gender dysmorphia. anxiety meltdowns, angry outbursts, trauma triggering, PTSD,, trauma response. discussion of past domestic violence (strangulation), grooming, inappropriate age gap, sexual assault. mentions of child abduction, molestation and attempted murder (seven seconds case mention). mentions of parental abandonment and neglect. vague depictions of sexuality and sensuality (such as seductive dancing in public, making out in public, groping and general PDA). smut (such as sex under the influence, car sex, vaginal fingering (jasira recieving), oral sex (jj receiving), scissoring/tribbing, titty sucking).

After about two and a half months of constantly talking on the phone and skyping, the time has come for the two women to meet only for the second time. Deciding to stay with JJ in her apartment during the duration of her stay in Washington DC, for Jasira, this is a make or break trip. She's determined to truly get to know the quiet girl she's been spending all her time talking to these past couple months. Ten days living with her gives her true insight about who Jennifer Jareau is, what her life is like and what it would be like if this relationship blossomed beyond their casual courtship. Is this a lifestyle Jasira can be okay with?

CHAPTER ONE: part one | part two

CHAPTER TWO

[rougepancake]

LOSERS (chapter two)

Ft. Yoshikage Kira x Serial Killer!F!Reader

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WARNINGS: Mentions of Killing, soulmate au, mentioned stalking

SUMMARY: Snooping around will get you nowhere, you know this, but you can’t help but want to know more about the man that fate has set you up with.

“Yue Lao. Do I have a soulmate?” The question was asked by a young girl, who couldn’t have been more than ten years old. She stared at him intently, as if having a soulmate would define her future.

“Everyone has a soulmate, young one.” In his broken Japanese, Yue Lao spoke. Brittle was the old man’s appearance, but confident was his tone. “You shall find them at some point.” The girl knew better than to question his judgement.

“Do you know if I’ve met them already?” She tilted her head as she spoke, her tone nothing but curious. The Chinese man had moved to quaint Morioh not too long ago, and had been going around informing the townspeople of ‘the red string’. While the townspeople already knew of it, they didn’t care for its so called ‘importance’ to their futures.

He didn’t have it in his heart to spoil her future by telling her who it was, so he simply nodded and left it that. He knew her reaction would be just like the others. ‘Oh he can’t be my soulmate!’ ‘I would never!! She’s too ugly!!’

It happens too often. So often, in fact, that Yue Lao has pretty much given up his tales about the red string. But the girl was curious, and there was no harm in enlightening a child.

He watched in silence as the girl ran off, praying that what he saw when he looked into her soulmate wouldn’t come to be true.

Children. Some are filled with joy, and others are filled with a much, much darker feeling. There was no telling how the girl would turn out, but surely fate knew what it was doing.

Right?

“Funny seeing you here.” You sat down your bag and watched as Kira rushed to hide something in his suit jacket. He had nearly thrown his sandwich at the sound of your voice, and it was clear that you had startled him just like earlier.

“You’ve got to stop doing that.” He sighed and resumed his eating, not bothering to spare you a glance since he knew it wasn’t worth it. “This is the second time today, and I’m starting to think you’ve got it out for me.”

You rolled your eyes at the thought. Have it out for him? Why in the world would you go out of your way to trouble yourself with someone as lame as him?

Oh.

Right.

You did choose to trouble yourself this time.

After all, he was in your spot, the one you went to every day during your lunch break.

“Right. I suppose you’ve got to stop acting suspicious then.” You shrugged and took your lunch elsewhere. There was a part of you that wanted to spy on him using your ability, but you knew that there was a chance that he would be able to see it. It was risky, and you didn’t know if you were ballsy enough to take that risk.

You could feel his eyes on you as you left, which made your suspicion grow. Why was he watching you so intently? And again- what was he hiding?

By no means were you stupid, and you just knew he was up to something.

The rest of your lunch break was spent in silence back in your office, the sound of the keyboard’s keys clacking echoing softly in your ears. You knew you were supposed to be focused on your work, but you couldn’t help but think of him.

His odd behavior occupied your thoughts until it was time for you to clock out.

And you could just tell that it was going to be a long night for you.

You see, your routine is based upon your daily habits, and it’s been weeks since you’ve broken that routine. Actually… the last time you veered off your path was the last time you used Disco King.

Your insatiable lust for blood was the only reason you’d allow yourself to be taken away from your routine.

And Disco King was quite handy when it came to your… interesting side hobby.

“Have a good day y/n!” Your officemate waved at you as you left, frowning when you paid her no mind. It was a necessary gesture, since you didn’t want to become too close to the woman, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“You too!” You grinned and then left, your smile falling immediately as you headed out to your car.

And there you saw him.

Yoshikage Kira.

Talking to a woman, no less.

You watched curiously from afar as he took her hands in his, admiring their beauty. However, it was then that he noticed the red string on his thumb was shorter than usual, his eyes widening as he looked up and met your curious stare.

He dropped the woman’s hands and spun on his heels, his back to you as he disappeared into a crowd of people.

“What was that about…?” You took a step away from your car and looked down at your pinky finger, watching as the string moved around.

Was he… running from you??

All the more reason to use Disco King.

But instead of using your ability to follow him, you ran after the string that connected you to him. As it shortened in length, you knew you were close to finding him, but you found your surroundings to be rather odd. A dark alleyway, grimy and covered in who knows what, surrounded you on both sides, leading to a dead end that had your soulmate trapped.

“If you’ll excuse me.” Kira cleared his throat and shot you a glare. “I do not wish to be late getting home.” He straightened up his tie and ran a hand through his hair.

“Why? Do you have a woman waiting for you?” The question was laced with sarcasm, but you couldn’t help it. Why was he so insistent on steering clear of you? You had to know.

“I just might.” His response made you cock a brow, scoffing at the idea. You opened your mouth to argue with him, but shut it upon feeing the weird aura he emitted.

“Mister Kira, I thought you didn’t want to be late.” You tilted your head and he pushed past you, not even sparing you a glance as he left. “Fine. Be that way.” You frowned, sending Disco King to follow him quietly.

They always say that curiosity killed the cat, but never say what caught the cat’s interest.

You were sure that one way or another, Yoshikage Kira would be the death of you.

[anna-the-undertaker]

Mirrored Reflections

Notes: This is my exploration of darker/mature themes in regards to Obey Me as the characters are literal demons, and it is not, particularly a "Childs" game. I've been sitting on this idea for a while and thought I might share it here. I've been a part of this fandom for some time now, and the game describes the MC as, I guess you could say, innocent. Other writers on this platform usually keep the descriptions broad so that all fans can enjoy them. I want to get a bit more specific and explore the possibility of an MC who has not only "sinned" or done wrong but who went through the same trauma as the brothers, but with a bit of a twist. I can't promise this will turn out to be any good, though.

This was written under the impression that MC had already built close relationships with the brothers with some implied MC X Mammon

SPOILERS this takes place during chapter 16 so if you haven't made it to this point and don't want to know what happens yet, keep scrolling.

MC uses she/her pronouns since those are the ones I am most experienced and comfortable writing with.

A warning before you continue. There will be descriptions of child abuse/child death and violent acts, mentions of blood, murder, and other mature topics. If you are not comfortable with these, please KEEP SCROLLING!

She watched the scene unfold from her vantage point on the stairs with a numb expression;

Mammon cradled her lifeless body in his arms as he sobbed, pleading for her not to close her eyes and to keep looking at him, snarling when his older brother tried to pull him away. Lucifer's usually stoic features twisted into what she could only describe as shock and grief, his hands clenched at his sides. Levi's eyes were wide with fear as he looked on from behind his brothers, paralyzed and unable to move or look away. Asmo's beautiful features were tainted by his sobbing, his face quickly being hidden in his hands. Beel's eyes stung with tears, memories of his sister flooding his mind, unable and almost unwilling to believe his twin had done such a thing after everything they had been through. Satan's barely contained rage as he fought against Beel's hold as soon as his arms wrapped around him, trying his damnedest to lung toward her murderer. Her eyes drifted toward the demon in question. Belphegor's head was tilted back as his laughter bounced off the walls, shaking her to the core.

The words he spoke to his brothers barely registered with her before her attention was torn from him again when Levi and Asmo noticed her. Each of them was stunned, confused as to what was happening. Mammon gasped and she saw that her other body had begun to fade. As if it had never existed. She wondered if this was why Barbatos had sent her here.

The timeline was realigning itself.

Her appearance at this moment, however, was Lilith's influence she realized and brought her eyes back to Belphegor, more of the woman's words coming back to the forefront of her mind.

"Save them... you are the only one who can."

She guessed she would have to start with him. She would have to unearth everything she had tried so hard to keep hidden because she saw herself heavily reflected in him. Her killer.

Time seemed to move too slowly and too fast after that with the appearance of Lord Diavolo and Barbatos. The explanation of her survival, the revelation that she was Lilith's descendant, that being the reason why the brothers had been so drawn to her.

Belphegor was shocked himself, enraged even, and she was moving before she even realized it.

The avatar of greed tried to stop her but she looked at him reassuringly, "I will be fine Mammon. Just trust me."

He remained silent and stayed close to her side, following her until she was a few feet away from his little brother.

The avatar of sloth refused to look at her, his mind still wrapped in some blood-crazed state. His blood lust still poured off of him in waves.

"Belphegor, look at me," She began cautiously.

His eyes cut to her sharply and she could see all of the pain that was fueling his rage.

"I understand what you are going through. What you all have gone through. The pain that you all carry with you from all that you have lost but killing me wouldn't have had those around you acknowledge your pain or the guilt you feel. Vengeance does not dull pain. It sustains it. I would know."

He cut her off, "Do not act as if you know me! What you understand would barely fill a thimble, human!"

"I do understand because I have lived it!" She screamed back at him. "My father was an abusive drunkard. He beat me and my mother, and when she died giving birth to my little sister it got worse! He blamed her for our mother's death and I had to protect her! I suffered broken bones and bruises and so much more so she wouldn't have to! I was eight years old and raising her!"

Her voice grew quiet, breaking slightly as she continued, her emotions straining in her throat, "Then when she was four years old, I hadn't been in the house like I should have been. I thought it would have been safe to finish my chores because our father was passed out drunk. But I was wrong. She screamed for me... but I wasn't fast enough. By the time I got back in the house, he had already killed her. His hands were still around her throat. I grabbed the closest thing to me, which happened to be a heavy vase my mother had bought when she was alive and smashed it over his head. And I didn't stop stabbing the jagged pieces into him... even after he had stopped moving. Even after he was no longer recognizable."

She looked down at her hands, "I can still see and feel it all. I can still see the dark bruises and blue lips on my sister's cold, lifeless body as I held her. I can still hear her screams ringing in my ears. I can still feel that bastard's blood all over me. I can still taste and smell it all. I can still feel the rage coursing through my veins. Any family I had left wanted nothing to do with me because they were afraid that I would snap again. I was twelve years old, and I had no one. I lost everything. My reason for living. My home. Even myself."

When she looked back up at him he was staring down at her with wide eyes.

"The difference between us is that I killed the man that took her from me, but all I was left with was nothing but an empty void within me. You still have your family. Your brothers. A home. Do not treat them as if they are nothing. Do not discard them so easily. Hurting them will not help you heal."

She turned from him, no longer able to stop the shaking that had begun wracking her body, and pressed herself into Mammon's chest. She could feel her mind begin to close in on itself.

His arms wrapped around her protectively, still glaring daggers at Belphegor even as he processed what all she had just confessed.

His brothers were staring down at their feet, unsure of what they should do or say.

Lucifer was dumbfounded. Why hadn't this been in her file? He looked over at Lord Diavolo, and he nodded in confirmation. It was true.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Beel asked quietly.

Her voice was slightly muffled, "Its not something I've spoken of with anyone else. No one knows besides my government appointed therapists and the few family members that are still alive. It was wiped from my record shortly after the trial because I was a minor, and it had been ruled as self-defense. I didn’t say anything because I was brought here to represent the entirety of humanity, and I didn't want it to cause an issue. Plus... It's extremely personal and an event that has harmed me so deeply that it's hard to even talk about it now."

"Did you know of this Lord Diavolo?" Satan asked.

He sighed, "I did. We learned of it when we learned of her connection to Lilith. I decided against mentioning it because, as MC said, it is a deeply personal matter, and only she should be the one to share it."

Mc's breath started coming quicker and quicker as her mind spiraled. The full brunt of the events that had transpired finally settled within her. The phantom touch of cold, thin fingers around her throat and the ache of the impact. Her skull began pounding.

She needed to be away from everyone and especially Belphegor, but she didn’t want to be alone either.

"Mammon..." she panted, fingers curling further into his jacket.

His eyes snapped to her in an instant

"I need to get out of here."

Without another word, he picked her up. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as he placed a hand on the back of her head, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and taking her back to his room.

They weren't seen for the rest of the day.

[sinfulspencer]

The Black Dahlia (pt.3)

Prompt: Reunited, Spencer and Reader share secrets. (this chapter is all smut, so please make sure to read the warnings)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: Dom!Reader, Sub!Spencer, praise kink, choking, hair pulling, degradation, ownership, oral sex (female and male receiving), blood kink, knife kink, unprotected sex; mention of past child sexual and physical abuse

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Spencer Reid is a man of science.

Because of that, he has always thought about love as something medical, biological, chemical.

Something that can be explained through formulas or hormones, both of them scientifically proven. There’s no such thing as love as something else, because Spencer has never felt anything like this before.

Obviously, Spencer is trying to wrap his brain around this new sensation that can’t seem to let him go. A sensation that makes him feel warm inside, that makes his mind hazy and his lips always twitch into a smile at the mention of your name – a smile that he has to pretend is nervous, bitter, scared.

Romantic love, the kind of love Spencer thinks he’s feeling right now, can be broken down into three categories: lust, attraction and attachment. Every category is characterized by its own set of hormones, stemming from the brain.

Lust is driven by the desire for sexual gratification, which refers to the need to reproduce and contribute to the perpetuation of the species. Spencer knows that this category is all about testosterone and estrogen, produced by testes and ovaries – he can feel the rush of testosterone right now, with his hands on your hips.

Attraction is different: Spencer can lust for other humans, but he’s not always attracted to them. Attraction involves the brain pathways that control ‘reward’ behaviour, which explains why the first weeks of a relationship – can Spencer consider this a relationship? – are exhilarating and extremely consuming.

Dopamine is one of the players in the brain’s reward pathway: it’s released when Spencer does something that feels good to him, like right now. He’s kissing your neck and hearing the soft moans coming out of your lips. He knows you’re feeling good and he feels even better, knowing that he’s doing something nice.

Norepinephrine is released with dopamine during attraction: they’re the chemicals that make Spencer feel giddy, energetic, euphoric and lead him to forget his tiredness because they decrease appetite and insomnia. It’s all new to him, because he didn’t think it’d be possible to feel something like this for someone.

Then, there’s attachment.

It’s the predominant factor in long-term relationships.

While lust and attraction aren’t exclusive to romantic entanglements, attachment explains parent-infant bonding and friendships. The hormones that control this category are oxytocin and vasopressin: oxytocin, the cuddle hormone, is released in quantities during sex, breastfeeding and childbirth. They’re all precursors to bonding.

Spencer has this perfectly painted image of love as something that can never go bad. He has the examples of his colleagues in happy relationships, all out in the field with their loved one, while he has to keep whatever there is between you and him a secret.

Spencer Reid is a man of science.

But you are a psychopath, a serial killer who uses people to your own advantage.

Psychopaths still form romantic relationships, but they may not be based on psychological intimacy – in the traditional sense of the word. Instead, these relationships are similar to Bonnie and Clyde – it’s obvious you and Spencer are in this situation, because you bonded over a destructive behaviour. Your lack of empathy and Spencer’s struggles in expressing deep emotions are the lead of your relationship.

You don’t need to talk to Spencer, he doesn’t need to tell you how he’s feeling.

You both focus on the moment, on having each other, on proving to the other that you’re as loyal as you can be. However, something is slowly changing.

There’s a theory in psychology where subjects diagnosed with psychopathy can slowly be changed by the power of love. Spencer is a firm believer of that, because he can feel the way you’re becoming less violent, less frustrating to be with – and you’re opening up to him, allowing Spencer to take a look into your past.

Why would you ask him to kill your Uncle without knowing the reason why?

You allowed Spencer to find out. You let him listen to your conversation with your father.

Both these situations meant trust. You didn’t say it out loud, but it was obvious.

Spencer felt special.

“I was waiting for you.”

Your hands roam all over his chest, leaving red marks in their wake. “I know, Bee. I’m sorry it took so long.”

“No, don’t apologize.” – Spencer whispers, grabbing both your hands – “Never apologize. All it matters is that you’re here with me now. You’re back.”

The sensation of his fingers tightening around your wrists shakes you from the insides. You can feel a cold, crippling chokehold around your neck as you wiggle out of his grip. When Spencer arrested you, you felt the same exact thing: a cold chokehold around your neck while he was blocking your hands.

Immediately, you pull out your knife from your thigh holster and you lift it up, bringing it right below his chin and over his throat. You don’t want to play tonight and no matter how excited Spencer is to see you, you’re not going to let your walls crumble down.

You did once and it ruined your life.

Now... It’s a game, but you’re going to play it by your own rules.

Spencer lifts both his hands when he sees the sharp knife. “What are you doing?”

He’s in distress, but he doesn’t let it show. However, the vein in his neck is betraying him.

You stay quiet, brushing the tip of your finger on the edge. “I just need to make sure you won’t do anything stupid like the last time, Bee. Do you remember what you did?”

Spencer gulps at your words, lowering his eyes on the sharp tool still in your hands. Of course he remembers, he still regrets ratting you out to his team, but he can’t say it now – he needs to find a way to apologize to you, before you can think that this is boring you. No matter how excited Spencer is to see you and hold you right now, he has to be careful – one event can trigger you and push you to kill him.

Would you kill him, though?

“I won’t. I’ve missed you a lot, Daisy.” – Spencer whispers, closing his eyes when the tip of the knife caresses his throat – “I couldn’t stop thinking about you and dreaming of you.”

“I know, Bee. You’ve kept all of my flowers, I saw them.” – you say with a joyful tone – “You’re such a sweet Bee. I can’t believe you’ve changed so much since you arrested me. Did you regret what you did? Is that why you kept all of my flowers? Because you regret arresting me?”

Spencer knows that the tone you’re using is completely different from what you’re feeling right now. You have this anger flaring from each word, rage rolling off your tongue and seeping into his skin at a quick pace.

He doesn’t know if he’s going to come out of his apartment alive after you’re done with him, but he doesn’t care. He’s going to take everything you’re willing to give him and it’ll be satisfying enough for him. Spencer needs you to know that you’re more than enough for him.

“Yes. I’m sorry I betrayed you, Daisy.” – he whispers, licking his bottom lip – “I’d do anything to take it back.”

You coo, leaning forward and pressing the tip of the blade against his throat. He’s admitting that he betrayed you, that he ratted you out - you know he didn’t want to do it, you could feel the pain in his voice when he told you to get out of the car after making love to you, but he couldn’t stop. 

Just like right now, you can’t stop pressing the blade into the soft skin of his throat. The sight of blood when the skin breaks under the cold metal is too enchanting, too exciting. A rush of adrenaline pumps through you, as you bring the knife up to your lips and lick the blood off it. The metallic scent diffuses in your mouth as you smile, taking a step back.

“You taste delicious, Bee.”

Spencer doesn’t move, he even holds his breath again.

His back is attached to the wall behind him, but his eyes are wide open now. His chest is heaving, his lips are twitched into a wicked smirk – and the sight turns you on more than ever.

“You liked that, didn’t you Bee?” – you ask with a smile, giggling while pointing the knife at him – “You like knowing I can easily kill you, don’t you?”

He doesn’t.

Or maybe he does.

His body is confusing him right now.

His brain is completely empty, if not for the images running through his brain of you licking his own blood off the blade. Blood that could easily be spilled profusely if you just want it. 

You frown when Spencer doesn’t answer. 

You have missed the sound of his voice in prison more than you could think. You became obsessed with the need to hear him talk to you, directly to you - you’ve heard him speak to his colleagues a bunch of times, especially when you learned that he was watching you during your interrogations.

You remembered what you did inside the interrogation room at your father’s prison, how he got on his knees so quickly and brought his pretty mouth between your legs. He lets you forget everything in the blink of an eye, giving you an amount of pleasure that has always settled between your legs each time you thought about it.

Spencer Reid has driven you crazy.

“Where are your words, Bee? You know I crave to hear your voice, let me hear it.” - you whisper, cutting into the soft material of his shirt and tearing it apart - “Or are you too dumb to speak, Bee? Are you so eager to have me, to feel me all over you that you can’t even get your words out?”

Spencer moans at your implication. 

He’s not stupid, he’s just overwhelmed by your presence and your touch all over him, by the cold tip of the blade cutting his shirt and bareing his body to you and your lust. Your eyes are burning with the flame of desire and your lips, constantly twitching into that wicked smile he has learned to love, are what he desires the most right now. 

“Daisy…”

“Tell me, Bee. How did it feel to kill Robert?”

Spencer lifts his eyes, meeting yours. 

He knows what you’re trying to do, he knows how your body is reacting and he can feel your warmth getting stronger, more intoxicating than before - and he hasn’t even answered yet. But his desire is tightening behind his belly button, already exploding through his body. 

“I felt good.” - Spencer whispers, keeping his hands wide open - “Killing a man that was a useless piece of shit felt incredibly good.”

You lean forward, pressing a soft kiss on his chin. “I know, Bee. It’s incredible how it gives you such a rush that can’t be compared to anything else.”

It’s not the right moment to think about Robert and all the things he might have done to you when you were just a child, so Spencer focuses on how the blade in your hands is breaking another cut over the soft skin of his throat.

This time, with more force.

And more blood comes out, dripping down the blade and his own skin.

“Daisy... please.”

You lean against his body, tracing with the tip of your tongue the same path the blade took. Spencer hisses at the sensation, a tingling rush spreads through his lower body, and he arches his back – almost as if he’s loving what you’re doing.

He does.

“What, Bee? What do you want from me?”

Spencer has never been attracted to knives or the feeling of them dancing on his skin, but you keep pushing his limits and showing him that there’s nothing wrong in enjoying such destructive actions. There’s nothing wrong in liking the idea of you cutting his skin and licking his blood – there’s nothing wrong in bonding with you over this.

“I want to bleed for you.”

You look at him, almost dropping the knife down. “Fuck, Spencer. You surprise me every time.”

Spencer is becoming a thrill-seeker and it’s all because of you, but he wouldn’t change a thing. He can see his answer has gotten a reaction out of you, because you’re squeezing your thighs and biting your bottom lip. Your eyes haven’t let him yet and the grip of your knife is tighter than before, still caressing the smooth skin of his lower abdomen.

Spencer looks down, gently placing his hand on top of your wrist. “Let me bleed for you. Let me prove to you that I’d risk it all for you, Daisy.”

You don’t know if he’s doing all of this out of guilt, but you’re not going to dismiss the opportunity to drink in his devotion for you. This is what you were craving, this is what you were seeking when you escaped that Hell-hole he called ‘prison’.

Psychopaths don’t feel chemical love, you know it. Spencer knows it.

You don’t feel any warmth inside of you when you see Spencer. You don’t feel empathy, but you’re loyal to him. You promised to take care of him and that’s what you’re going to do for the rest of your life, because he proved himself worthy of you and your time.

Despite the hiccup of nine months ago.

Your left hand covers his mouth, silencing him through his pleas and whines. For a man who acts like a bad-ass, Spencer begs beautifully – and who are you to deny him such pleasure, if he wants it so bad? Who are you to stop you from getting what you crave?

“Is this what you want, Bee? Do you want me to hurt you?”

Spencer keeps his hands high, nodding and muttering a simple ‘yes’ against your palm. He knows you’re not going to kill him, but you’re going to hurt him just enough for him to reach that peak of pleasure he has been waiting his whole life for. A pleasure that only you can provide, because it’s a pain you will share with him.

And that’s the most special act you could give him.

“You’re my most precious possession, Spencer.”

His name rolls off your tongue as if it was made for you to say it, as if he has always belonged to you – even when he didn’t know who you were, even before he could think about finding a person to share something so intimate, so delicate such as his body, or his blood.

He never thought he’d ask somebody to bleed for them.

When the blade of your knife breaks the skin of his abdomen, Spencer releases a long moan. His eyes burn with desire as he arches his back, pressing his skin into your blade already covered in droplets of blood.

The same blood staining your skin.

“Does that feel good, Bee?”

Spencer can barely breathe as he comes back down to Earth, with his eyes settled on your face and expressing everything he can’t say out loud. His whole body feels like it’s on fire and the more you press the knife into his skin, the more sounds of pleasure come out of his lips.

“You taste so fucking good, do you know that?” – you lean forward, following your blade and collecting his blood on the tip of your tongue – “My sweet, innocent Bee. I can’t believe you’re mine all over again.”

Spencer uses his right hand to grab your knife, stealing it from your grip in a moment of weakness. When he points it at you, with that twinkle in his eyes, you stumble back with a smirk on your lips – seeing him like this, with those dark smile on his lips and heaving chest, drives you fucking crazy.

Love doesn’t mean anything for a psychopath, but devotion means everything.

Turning the knife back to his own body, Spencer drags the blade from his sternum down to his belly button. His eyes never leave yours as the blood spills out from the shallow cut. The bright red liquid drips down his skin; the sight turns you on more than it should, but you don’t care.

Spencer Reid is bleeding for you, he’s giving you what you’ve been asking him since you begged him to run away with you – and now that he’s ready to be with you, protect you, you need to thank him. You want to prove to him that you’re as thankful as he is to you for being with you.

The metallic scent immediately catches your attention, forcing you to get down on your knees for him.

“I belong to you, Daisy.” – Spencer whimpers, panting hard with the knife slipping down from his hand and falling onto the floor – “I’m bleeding for you. This is all for you.”

“How did I get so fucking lucky, hm?” – you ask, quickly unbuckling his trousers and pushing them down – “Why haven’t I found you earlier, Bee? We could’ve been together through all these years.”

Spencer doesn’t even know what you’re saying, too lost in the warmth of your fingers playing with the blood dripping down his skin and his briefs. He’s so aroused and painfully hard in your left hand, the pre-cum is smeared all over the head of his cock – and if he doesn’t feel your mouth on him quickly, he’ll pass out.

“You drive me crazy, Spencer Reid.” – you whisper his name as his eyes fall down on your face – “That’s right, look at me while I take care of you, while I prove to you how devoted I am to you.”

Wrapping your fingers around his cock, you press a kiss over the head and swirl your tongue all around it. Your eyes never leave Spencer’s honey-coloured ones, watching him carefully and smiling softly when he throws his head back. You know you’re driving him crazy, you know he’s holding back – but you don’t want him to.

You’re taking care of him, he’s allowed to touch you if he wants.

“Fuck my face, Bee. Give me everything you want.”

Those words shake Spencer from the inside, but he doesn’t reject your words. He knows you’re on your knees to make him feel good, but he can’t help and think about the fact that you have a knife by your side. 

The fear and the desire are battling inside of him: if he gives in to your demand, will you hurt him? If he doesn’t give in, will you hurt him?

Spencer pushes those thoughts out of his mind and focuses on the immense pleasure your mouth brings him, rolling his hips forward so that his cock hits the back of your throat. He lets out a whine, entangling his fingers through his hair to tug on it.

You gag around his cock, struggling to keep your eyes on his face. Spencer is fucking your mouth, your face – and there’s nothing better than this, than manipulating a man into giving you exactly what you want and allowing him to take pleasure out of it. 

You’re not sure if he’s going to last long, but it doesn’t matter – bringing him pleasure is a way of thanking him for what he has done.

“You feel so good, Daisy. So fucking good.” Spencer whispers

His voice is broken.

You breathe through your nose, moaning and choking around his cock each time Spencer pulls back. Thrusting in and out of your mouth at a quick pace, you can feel Spencer’s body stiffen – he’s going to come soon if you don’t stop him, but then again, you don’t want him to stop.

He needs to enjoy everything, you want to push his limits, you want to ruin him and wreck him, and offer him your body until he can’t give you anything else, and he’ll start talking.

You gasp for air, but then he fills your mouth with his cock again – and you feel alive, servicing the only man in the world that has betrayed you and regretted it. A man that is devoted to you and wants to bring nothing but happiness to you, to your miserable life.

This is what love is for you.

“C-Close...”

Spencer tightens his grip on your hair, forcing you to take his cock in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and suck on his cock, closing your eyes and moaning softly around it – it feels so good to be used, but you can’t wait to use him as well. Spencer is so adorable, he deserves to be spoiled – and by spoiled, you mean he deserves to be sat on.

“Come for me, Bee. I want you to come down my throat.” – you whisper, pulling away and gasping for air – “Fill my mouth, I know you want to.”

Sucking his cock with your lips tightly wrapped around it, you start bobbing your head and making sure that Spencer gets closer and closer. You want to ruin him and by the sound he’s making, the whimpers coming out of his pretty lips, it’s working.

“Yes, yes! Fuck, Daisy, I...”

Spencer releases a long moan before bending forward, struggling to keep his composure as he finally lets go. His orgasm quickly explodes through his body, forcing you to choke on his come as you close your eyes – the salty taste disappears as soon as you swallow everything, moaning around his cock as you lick it clean.

He deserves to be spoiled, the little thing.

Satisfied by his orgasm, you pull away from his cock. Spencer stumbles against the wall with his back as he pants, his chest heaving through every breath. His honey-coloured eyes are closed, but his hair is a mess – and so are yours, because of his fingers. Your lips are swollen and your panties are drenched due to your own arousal, a signal of what you’re craving now.

“I’m yours, Spencer.” – you whisper, noticing his eyes widen – “I’m yours, always and forever.”

Spencer holds out his hand and you grab it, intertwining your fingers with his. You get up from the floor and gasp when Spencer pushes you against the wall, shifting the positions until you’re blocked between the hard cold wall behind you and his warm body. Then, he presses himself against you.

His blood stains your skin, his mouth covers yours in a kiss that leaves you breathless and his fingers tug your panties down your legs. You don’t want to push him away, begging for that kind of release he just reached – and you moan, you cry out his name, you whisper how desperate you are to have him and feel him inside of you.

Spencer can’t believe you’re allowing him to touch you, to invade you with his fingers. He was gentle nine months ago, but now every trace of kindness has disappeared – you want it rough, so rough is what you’ll get.

Rough, dirty, nasty, quick.

Spencer thinks they’re all synonyms.

“Are you going to make me come on your fingers, Bee? Are you going to make me beg you for more?” – you mumble on your lips, arching your back when Spencer drags his fingers up and down your folds – “Is that why you’re so desperate to touch me? Because you want to hear me beg you to touch me more?”

Spencer nods his head, using his left hand to grasp your throat. “I love hearing you beg.”

“I know you do, Bee.” – you say with a smirk, rolling your hips against his hand – “Then make me beg. Show me how good you are with your fingers and with your mouth. I know you’ve missed my taste, so let me give it to you.”

You place both your hands on Spencer’s neck, forcing him to look at you. You glance at the door behind him and before you could say something, Spencer is already dragging you inside his bedroom – and pushing you down over the bed. You giggle with your eyes closed, enjoying the soft mattress beneath you as you lay your head on the pillow.

You’ve missed having sex on a bed.

Cells and prison beds are uncomfortable.

You had to enjoy sex inside of a car and being eaten out in an interrogation room – now this will be perfect, because you’re going to take your time making love to him.

You spread your legs for him, giggling when Spencer stops in his tracks to admire your whole naked body. He has missed you too much, to the point he couldn’t even remember the outline of your body if it wasn’t melted against his – he was so used to sleeping with you, with your arms around his neck, with his  lips pressed to your shoulder, with your ass grinding against his cock whenever you had the chance.

And now you’re there for him again, ready for the taking.

Ready to be used, to be owned.

The black tattoo of two daisies on your inner thighs, the delicious sight of your throbbing heat – drenched in arousal, clenching around nothing.

Spencer feels himself getting hard again at the sight.

He drops between your legs and without giving you the chance to breathe, he buries his tongue inside of you. Delving rapidly and thrusting in and out of you, you can’t help but cry out his name in pleasure – a pleasure that seems to be lasting forever.

The sweet taste of your arousal coats his tongue and he growls, closing his eyes and pushing two fingers inside of you with ease. This is about him as much as it is about you — he needs to taste you, to hear the soft sounds of your begs and pleads while he forces his tongue into your tight cunt and feels you tremble under his eager touch. 

“I wish I could stay here for hours.” Spencer whispers

You let out a laugh at his words, moving your hips against his face. “I’d like to be fucked, Bee. Your tongue is perfect, but your cock is even better. We have all the time in the world for you to taste me. I promise you.”

Spencer doesn’t seem to agree with you. He wants to make you come with his mouth, he wants to feel your arousal coating the bottom part of his face, he wants to consume you and feel your body going limp because of his mouth, his tongue, everything.

His lips close around your clit and you gasp at the sensation, hands grasping at his soft curls and tugging on them painfully. Spencer moans pathetically into your pussy when you tug at the strands, feeling his cock hardening at the gesture and pressing against the mattress.

“Oh, is my Bee all worked up again? Did my moans and my cunt feel too good for you?”

You tug on his curls, laughing again at him. You can’t believe such an incredible man exists, a man that now belongs to you and will do so for the rest of his life. A life you’re going to make better, unless he’s not ready for it – but something tells you he is.

The sound of his whimpers makes your cheeks bloom with a heat that pours over your shoulders and down into your chest. You can feel the pleasure getting higher and more intense inside your body, spreading through your lower abdomen.

“Are you going to make me come, Bee? Are you going to wreck me? Because I know you can do it, I trust you to do it.”

His mouth is soft, driving you to a perfect delirium with every delicate stroke of his tongue. His fingers thrust in and out of you at a quick pace, quickening the process of your impending orgasm. He savours you, spreading your folds with his tongue before focusing on your clit. He sucks on it, moaning softly at your salty taste.

“Yes, Daisy. I want you to come all over my tongue. Please? I’ve missed it.”

His tongue presses against your entrance. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face so he can lick deeper — consume you from the inside out. Your whole body is shuddering, moans and pleas are flowing out of your lips.

You’re out of breath as your mind is hazy, completely dominated by his actions. You’re allowing him to take control of you, but once you’re going to come back, he’s the one who’s going to beg for more.

“Yes, yes! Give it to me, please. Fuck me with your fingers, Bee.”

His nose nudges your clit and you grind against his face, dragging your pussy against his lips. Spencer quickly inserts a third finger, watching you clench hard around all three of them. Your thighs quiver around his face and you cry out again, arching your back as your orgasm approaches quickly, rapidly, maybe too much for your taste.

Spencer begins to eat you out with a delirious eagerness, alternating between flicking his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves and dragging the flat of his tongue over your folds. His grip on your thighs is firm, keeping you in place so he can fasten his lips to your cunt and suck your clit.

“Come for me, Daisy.” – Spencer urges, pulling his fingers in and out of your body – “I can feel how close you are, so come for me. Please.”

Spencer curls his fingers inside of you, pressing into that soft spot behind your pubic bone. You tense, clenching around his thick fingers as he sucks your clit between his teeth. 

There's a burst of heat spreading through your body and you fall off the edge with a sob, feeling yourself clenching and spasming around his fingers and his tongue as white hot pleasure burns your blood.

Spencer tastes every ounce of your sweet release, pushing your thighs wide open for him once he has pulled out his fingers from your heat.  

“Fuck me.”

It’s an order, Spencer knows it and he’s glad you’ve said something. He was waiting for that, for a sign from you that could allow him to use you, to own you, to prove to you that he is eager to please you and give you exactly what you want.

Spencer removes his fingers from your body and brings them up to his mouth, sucking them clean before pushing them inside of your mouth. Your eyes are wide open when you feel his hand covering your mouth and forcing you to suck on his fingers – but you comply without hesitation, rolling your hips against him.

His cock is pressed to your heat and you moan again, smirking when Spencer uses his free hand to push the head of his cock inside of you. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust around it, but it doesn’t matter – he begged you to make him bleed earlier, now it’s your turn.

You want to bleed for him, you want him to hurt you.

You can prove your loyalty this way, the only way you know.

 “God, you feel better than I remembered.” you whisper

Spencer leans forward, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He bites your skin, tasting your blood on his tongue as he pounds into you. You scratch his back, blood seeping under your nails as a river of moans comes out of your mouth.

“Look at me, Bee.”

Your voice is broken by the pleasure exploding through your body.

Spencer looks at you, pressing his forehead against yours. His honey-coloured eyes stare into yours as his body makes his way inside of yours, owning you and marking you deeply while you scratch him again. You know those marks won’t fade that quickly, but you’re willing to give him more of them – until he’s permanently yours, body and soul.

His body already belongs to you and his soul... it’s almost there.

Unable to say anything else, you look at him as he takes you. Over and over, Spencer makes you his – like you’ve always wanted him to. His lips are twitched into a smile, kissing yours to prove you how much he wants you, how desperate he’s to have you.

“What’s my name, Bee?”

“Daisy.”

You raise your right hand, slapping him across his face. His movements don’t stop as he fucks into you even harder, driven by the pleasure of the pain you’re giving him.

“What’s my name?” you ask him again

Spencer stares into your eyes, moaning softly when you roll your hips to meet his. You’re challenging him to call you with your new name, with a name that means what he has done to you – even though he regrets it.

He doesn’t want to call you like that. Spencer still sees you like the innocent flower you have tattooed on your inner thighs, a flower that shows the pure soul you have.

“Answer me, you fucking whore.” – you whisper, venom seeping from each word you say – “I want to hear you say it.”

Your nails are digging into the soft skin of his chin, drawing a few drops of blood that stain your skin. You’re not going to stop until he calls you the way you want. He needs to understand what he has done, even though he regrets it – you want him to be aware of his actions, of how much they hurt you and how you’re going to move forward from them.

Offering him your body is a step in the right direction, but Spencer has to take one too.

Or this will all be for nothing.

“D-Daisy. You’re my Daisy.” 

“Wrong answer.” – you slap him in the face again, tightening your grip on his chin – “And keep fucking me hard and fast, I don’t have time for niceties. I want you to own me, not make love to me.”

The levels of bliss Spencer was experiencing before increases as your words come out of your lips, because they turn him on more than they should. Your tone, the way you’re looking at him, how your body  is reacting to his thrusts – all of these things are screaming at him. You want more, more, more.

“Daisy.”

You place both your hands on his neck, pushing him away from you.

Spencer whines, rolling on his back when you immediately get on top of him. You don’t want to waste your time with him if he doesn’t give you what you want, but at the same time every second you get to spend with him is more than you’ve always wanted.

Straddling his thighs again, you sink down on his cock again – inch by inch, you allow his body to own yours.

“I’m going to give you one more chance, Spencer.” – you warn him, wrapping both your hands around his throat – “If you give me another wrong answer, I won’t hesitate..”

Spencer doesn’t need you to say out loud what you’ll do to him. 

The fear in his body takes over as he feels your fingers dig into the soft flesh of his throat, cutting off the air flowing through his body. His eyes widen as you roll your hips, smirking when you see his cheeks heating up.

“What’s my name, Bee? Who am I?”

Each time you bounce on his cock, Spencer can feel himself getting closer to the edge. He grasps you by your hips, digging his fingers into your sides as his eyes roll in the back of your head.

How can you expect him to speak if he’s out of his mind right now?

Bottoming out inside of you, Spencer parts his lips. “Dahlia...”

He hates the way your name sounds perfect on the tip of his tongue, but he just can’t see you like a dark flower. You’re not a Dahlia, you’re a sweet Daisy who needs to be picked up with delicate hands and gentle touches.

However, you disagree.

But hearing him say your name, with such a desperate voice, it’s more than enough.

You tighten your grip on his throat, smiling wickedly when Spencer gasps for air, and you keep riding him. You grind down his cock, feeling it brush your clit each time you roll your hips – and the feeling is incredible.

“You fill me up so fucking good, Bee. It’s like I was made for your cock.”

Spencer listens to your words, but he’s too far gone to process them and understand them. All he craves right now, all he wants is to come inside of you – giving you exactly what you need from him.

“Your body belongs to me.” Spencer whispers

You hear Spencer whisper those words and they have the effect he was hoping they would. Your whole body goes numb after hearing him say that you belong to him, words that should’ve never left a man’s lips when it comes to you – but when it comes to Spencer...

He can say whatever he wants, because you want him.

He owns you just like you own him.

“You want to make me yours forever, so do it.” – Spencer says, struggling to keep his voice steady as your hand presses down on his throat – “Own me.”

“I already do, Bee.”

Soon enough, the tension in your stomach gets too much. You feel yourself walking over the edge of desire, so you just let it go – you let yourself own that pleasure, bathe in it as the orgasm takes control over you.

“Fuck, yes! Yes, Spencer, fuck me harder.”

Spencer starts bucking his hips against yours, driving into you with a quick pace that doesn’t allow you to breathe correctly. The blinding pleasure is forcing you to keep your mouth shut, only able to muffle a few ‘yes’ and curses that Spencer silences with his own mouth.

He kisses you hard and with passion, possessing you until you don’t know where you start and where he ends.

His blood is mixing with your sweat.

Spencer clenches his jaws and tightens his grip on your hips, watching you bounce up and down his cock with slow movements – you can barely keep your eyes open, too lost in your own pleasure to realise he’s almost there too.

And when he lets go of that pleasure, you can’t help but cry out his name.

Spencer buries himself to the hilt inside of you, growling with his face nuzzled between your breasts and his hands pushing you down onto his hips. He wants to fill you up, he wants to make sure you’re locked on top of him and you’re not planning on slipping away.

“We belong to each other, Dahlia.” – Spencer whispers through heaving breath, closing his eyes and kissing your chest – “You’re all mine.”

You pull away your hands from his throat, wrapping your arms around his neck. You keep grinding your hips against his, moaning softly when he starts to come down from his high  - a high that leaves you speechless, breathless.

A high that meant everything to you.

The pleasure is still overwhelming, holding you tight and choking you to the point you don’t even remember your own name – you don’t care he called you by your new name, you don’t care he has said that you belong to him.

You do, you just don’t like to admit it out loud – but it’s something you know.

Deep down, every inch of you belongs to him.

Every piece of your soul is his.

Spencer wraps his arms around your waist, pulling him closer to your body as you close your eyes and hide your face in the crook of his neck. The metallic scent of blood is lingering in the air, but it’s a smell you’ve learned to love – how couldn’t you?

It’s the smell of life. Of something that you can take away from others in the blink of an eye.

It’s Spencer’s blood, the blood of a person you think you love.

Love.

What a stupid emotion.

Love is a useful tool to use against others, because it makes people do stupid things for you. Spencer killed a man for you, Richard left his own wife to work for you, your father tried to kill your mother out of love for you.

Manipulation only works for so long, love doesn’t.

Love can last for a lifetime and Spencer is willing to spend that lifetime with you, loving you, cherishing you, giving you all the things nobody has ever given you – which is why what you feel for him is getting stronger. 

Or at least, whatever you think that feeling is.

Definitely not love, not in the traditional sense.

You don’t know how love feels, you don’t know if you’ve ever felt it – but you’re sure that whatever you’re feeling for Spencer, it’s new. It’s warm, it’s kind, it’s sweet, it’s dangerous because you know it’ll kill you in the end.

Is it worth it?

The emotion is not, but Spencer is. 

Spencer slides his hands up your back, slowly lifting his face. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’m here now, Bee.” – you whisper, looking down at him – “I’m not going anywhere.”

Untangling yourself from his grip with a frown on your face, you roll off his body and onto your back while Spencer runs his hand over his chest. You push a pillow under your head as you close your eyes, catching your breath after your previous activities with Spencer.

You couldn’t cuddle with him after riding him in his car, so you’re going to make up for the time you’ve lost nine months ago. 

You turn to look at him. He’s inspecting his fingers, still stained with dried blood. 

“You should take a shower.”

Spencer hums, bringing his fingertips up to his lips. “Later.”

Humming at the sight, you place your hand on his chest and he covers it with yours. You knew coming back for him was going to be difficult, but right now, completely naked by your side, everything feels right.

Things are as they’re supposed to be.

“We need to talk about Robert.”

You raise your brows. “What do you want to know, exactly?”

Spencer gently holds your hand, placing a kiss on the back of it. “I know why you wanted me to kill him, but why did you want him to die?”

You immediately pull away from him.

The question is too personal and you’re not sure if you can handle such a difficult topic right now. No one has been interested in your personal life for years, so Spencer must be playing a game you’re not willing to be part of. 

Why would he care?

You know that Spencer is not going to back down until he gets an answer, but you really don’t feel like talking right now. Your brain is still too hazy, your body is still lost in the blissful moments you’ve shared with Spencer and talking about what your Uncle did to you is going to ruin the whole comforting atmosphere. 

“I killed him for you, Daisy. I deserve an answer.”

“You don’t deserve anything I’m not willing to give you.” – you answer him, moving away from him and jumping off the bed – “No more questions.”

You pick up your clothes from the floor, barely looking at Spencer. 

Who does he think he is? Why would he ask you that? Have you not been careful enough to not drown him in your past? 

Why would you even tell him what happened to you? It’s not going to change anything, it’s not going to make everything magically disappear – and it won’t take those sleepless nights away from you. 

“And stop calling me Daisy.”

“But it’s your name.”

You turn to look at him, gritting your teeth. “My name is Dahlia.”

Spencer shakes his head, sitting on the edge of his bed. “No, it’s not. You’re not a Dahlia, you’re my innocent Daisy.”

You let out a bitter laugh, crossing your arms to your chest.”I am not innocent. I made you kill a man for me. How does that make me an innocent, delicate flower?”

“You just wanted me to protect you, to take that man away from you before he could hurt you again.” – Spencer says, patting the mattress – “Come here. Please?”

You don’t move. 

You’re not willing to share that part of your life with him.

If you do, he’s going to use it to his own advantage – just like every man has done to you. Spencer Reid might be the one you were waiting for, but he’s still a man and he’s not going to be any different from all the others. They’re all out there to get you, to hurt you – and Spencer proved you right when he arrested you, after using you. After fooling you with those honey-coloured eyes.

“We had to read your file while we were investigating.” 

Your heart drops down in your chest. 

Those files were supposed to remain sealed.

“You had no right..”

“Yes, we had.” – Spencer interrupts you, noticing how hard you’re holding back the tears – “What happened to you was unfair, but talking about it could help you process everything better. I’m here to listen to you, if you’re willing to have me.”

You sniffle, feeling a warm tear escaping your eye. 

You promised yourself  you wouldn’t cry if Robert hadn’t been brought up, but here you are. 

Showing vulnerability to a man that has ratted you out before, a man you’re willing to risk your life for. A man that seems so different from all the others, but deep down is probably like all of them. 

“I’m here to protect you.”

“I don’t need protection.”

“Then why did you want me to kill him? Why didn’t you do it by yourself?” – Spencer asks, knowing he’s probably pushing your buttons – “You’re a smart woman, you could’ve gotten your hands on him before he could even realise you’re in front of him.”

You take a step back, tightening your grip on the skimpy skirt you were wearing before. His questions are making you nervous and he can sense that, but he’s right: just like you killed your father, you were able to get to Robert in no time, but you were scared to do it. 

You didn’t want to get too close to him, terrified that you wouldn’t be able to actually kill him.

That man hurt you, traumatised you, turned into a scared little kid and then into a woman who seeks revenge against people like him – men who think they own women, they deserve to kill women and are the only ones who are able to hurt women. But they’re not, because you hurt men – and they beg you to stop, to spare their lives but you don’t. 

“You almost killed your father. Were you scared you might have not been able to kill Robert properly?

“Almost? I killed him, Spencer.” – you hiss, watching his face change – “You saw what I did to him.”

Spencer opens his mouth, lowering his eyes. “My team said he survived.”

You cover your mouth with a hand, giggling. “Survived? Please, that man deserved what he got. He died atrociously and in pain, in front of our very eyes.”

He’s silent.

“Then again, you were too busy burying your face between my legs to notice.” – you say, every word filled with venom – “And too stupid to believe your team.”

A rush of anger runs through his bloodstream at your words and your implication. Why would his team lie to him? Emily confirmed that you didn’t kill your dad, all the files he has read are saying the same exact thing as his friends. Did they forge everything?

“Why would they lie to me?”

“Because they want to protect you. They know what happened between us and they don’t want to rat you out, like you did to me.” – you whisper, leaning forward to reach his lips – “They hate me, they want to kill me, but you’re not going to let them do that.”

Spencer shakes his head, grabbing your face with both hands. “I don’t care what they think of us. I’m not going to let them get to you.”

Giggling again, you press a kiss on his lips as you drop your clothes on the floor again. Spencer leans back on the bed, watching you straddle him again. You’ve distracted him, but this is not enough; he needs something more, and that something is your body.

“I know, Bee, which is why I’m here. To be protected, to be cherished.” – you whisper, brushing the tip of your fingers on his chin – “To be yours. Forever.”

Spencer kisses you and drags you on the bed again, losing himself inside of you.

Once again, you’re willing to use your body to forget everything and everyone around you. All you care about is the pleasure that Spencer seems to be able to give you, despite everything you’ve been through and all you’ve done in prison.

It’s a shame he hasn’t asked you how you managed to escape a maximum security prison, but maybe it’s because he knows he won't be able to handle the answer. He probably doesn’t want to picture everything you’ve done with those guards, how you allowed them to touch your body and use you however they pleased.

You felt awful while doing it, but that’s what you’ve always been taught.

Women are weak, their only strength is their bodies.

You took that lesson to your heart, using it each time you had to obtain something. Just like right now, you’re allowing Spencer to slip in and out of you, kissing down your chest, marking you and owning you over and over – until he has nothing to give or take from you. 

You can’t be bothered to moan, too focused on watching him crumble down for you.

His eyes roll in the back of your head as he fills you up again with his seed, flooding your insides with the promise of a life with him and his devotion to you. Who are you to take this away from him, when you’ve desperately seeking this kind of help?

If Spencer is willing to offer you himself, you’re not going to reject him.

Once he’s done with you, Spencer yanks your hair with the tip of his fingers. You arch your back at his will and moan his name, closing your eyes as that familiar soothing feeling takes control over your shuddering body.

“He threatened to rape you when you were younger. He forced you to watch while he was raping other women, reminding that he could’ve done that to you once you grew up.”

You open your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest. “No...”

“You were crying for help to every person around you, but they never listened. You were left all alone, drowning in your own fear.”

You shake your head, placing a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, but Spencer turns to the side. He has to get something out of you, he has to prove to you that he’s not going to get away from you unless you give him a reason to.

Your past is not the reason.

“Your father sold you to Robert because he wanted his brother to do everything your father couldn’t do to you.”

“Shut up. You have no right...”

You stop talking when Spencer blocks both of your hands, rolling on top of your body and forcing you down onto the bed. You can’t move and the tears are already spilling from your eyes, while the rage inside of you is building rapidly.

He should be scared of you, but he seems so calm, so relaxed. 

“You were terrified of getting to Robert because you knew he would’ve kept his promise.”

You kick Spencer with your legs, wiggling out of his grip, but ending up pushed again. “Stop!”

“Or maybe he got to you already. Is that so? Did he touch you before I could do it? Before I could save you from him?”

You don’t even look at Spencer, feeling the tears streaming down your face. You don’t want to think about that, you don’t want to waste your time talking or even thinking about the man who hurt you worse than anyone else in this world. 

You can barely breathe as Spencer holds you tightly against his body, keeping your hands away from you and blocking your legs from kicking him again. He knows he’s manipulating you into talking, but if kind words can’t do the trick, he’s forced to use violence – just like you did by allowing him to fuck you again.

Spencer is not stupid, he knew you weren’t going for a second round so soon.

“You don’t have to pretend to be okay with me. I’m here to help you, Dahlia, but you have to tell me what really went down.” – Spencer whispers, using a sweeter tone – “You didn’t deserve your childhood. I couldn’t save you before, but I can save you now.”

When Spencer leans forward to give you another kiss, you use that moment of weakness to shove him off your body – but not before slapping him hard, across his face. Red marks are already forming on his skin, along with a purple bruise over his chin – where your ring was. 

You shake your head, getting off the bed. 

Spencer touches his bruised cheek. 

“Don’t you ever talk about Robert ever again.” – you spit out, breathing in through your nose as you try to calm yourself down – “I will kill you.”

And with those words, you’re out of his sight.

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MASTERPOST PART 1

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ship children UTMV -

• Kaleido Omni x Pj - Not Available

• Persica Økse x Paperjam

• Cerf Farmer x Fresh - Taken

• Mukuro Geno x Reaper - Taken

• Parthenope Geno x Reaper

• Coble Cross x Reaper - Taken

• Amanita Fresh x Reaper - Taken

• Koha Ccino x Killer - Taken

• Moni Color child - Taken

• Magori Lust x Dream - Taken

• Aloe Horror x Farmer - Taken

• Narcissus Color x Dust - Taken

• Violan Farmer x Lust - Taken

• Kino Fell x Horror x Chess - Taken

• Cherry Fell x Classic - Taken

• Yannick Fell x Fresh

• Sicilia Oath Fell x Mafia - 11 - Taken

• Mel Xahji x Lux

• Musou Ink x Broomie - Taken

• Lunatic Killer x Nightmare - Taken

• Iris Color x Killer - Taken

• Dandron Candy x Horror - Taken

• Mirai Error x Ink - Taken

• Enoki Science x Error

• Esperance Error x Dream

• East Outer x Dream

• Espoir Geno x Nightmare

• Mystik Blueberry x Nightmare - Taken

• Spark Lust x Nightmare - Taken

• Camara Dust x Blueberry - 17 - Taken

• Crosscut Cross x Classic - Taken

• Cruz Cross x Blueberry - Taken

• Koru Dust x Classic - Taken

• Dahla Cross x Nightmare - Taken

• Creon Dust x Epic - Taken

• Wisteria Epic x Nightmare - Taken

• Alueon Error x Killer - Taken

• Miel Outer x Nightmare - Taken

• Myrtille Bird x Blueberry - Taken

• Tsuny Bird x Ocean - Taken

• Lunula Dust x Nightmare - Taken

• Helia Dust x Dream - Taken

• Ophrys Shattered x Cross - Taken

• Tapioca Ccino x Horror

• Cinnamon Ccino x Sci

• Myo Ccino x Geno - Taken

• Saudre Flowerfell x Ccino - Taken

• Martini Ccino x Mafia - Taken

• Holli Ccino x Dance

• Magnolia Ccino x Nightmare - Taken

• Hecate Ccino x Reaper - Taken

• Gaufre Ccino x Candy

• Ethereal and Victoire Cross x Error - Taken

• Pearl Dream x Blueberry - Taken

• Elk Error404 x Bill - 11 - Taken

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ canon ships -

• with my own kiddos -

Moni x Koha

Martini x Magori

• with other people ocs -

- Romantic relationships -

Cerf x Trouble(FellMafia by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Nee-Chun x Tsuny x Bl@ckB#rrory(BluebError by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Coble x HeartFelt(LustMare by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Amanita x Morel x Codavre(FatalError by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Aloe x Pokeberry(NightBerry by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Narcissus x Prank(FreshEpic by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Violan x Omertà(MafiaFell by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Kino x Pitiful(NightKillerCross by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Cherry x Parasomnia(CrossMare by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Musou x Shooter(KillerMare by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Lunatic x Ibis(ErrorInk by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Iris x Mistyk x Ube(CrossEpic by @/asher-pink )

Dandron x Scarlet(AfterDeath by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Mirai x Gift(CcinoMare @/oatsyterandco )

Spark x Crucifixion(CrossGeno by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Camara x Cacao(FarmLust by @/anonskeleton )

Crosscut x Fropio(FellBerry by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Cruz x Hummingbird(FlowerBird by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Koru x Prohibitive(ErrorDream by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Dahla x Catastrophe(ErrorReaper by @/oatsyterandco )

Creon x Tetris(FreshError by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Wisteria x Meri(CcinoDance) x Eri(FreshSci) x Corvid(PhoebeOmen all by @/oatsyterandco )

Alueon x Hallowji(CrossMare by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Miel x Design(ErrorInk by @/oatsyterandco )

Myrtille x Fulminology(CcinoSci by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Lunula x Gatotchi(SciCcino by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Helia x Nilla(GSugar by @/oatsyterandco )

Ophrys x Theos(??? by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Alores x Bobaze(CcinoCandy by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Myo x Yunamo(Dream+Nightmare fusion by @/oatsyterandco )

Saudre x Heaven(AfterDeath by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Magnolia x ButterMilk(GSugar by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Hecate x Adonis(KillerMare by @/oatsyterandco )

Ethereal x Memory(DustDream by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Pearl x Zelda(LinkEros by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Elk x Tragedy(KillerError by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

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God of Death - Teaser / Prologue

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: This is the little teaser that also doubles as a prologue :) I hope you guys enjoy <3 <3 Happy Holidays !!!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 793 - short little blurb

The metallic smell of blood clung to his senses, as Druig  lifted his blade high above his head, prepared to land yet another strike to the unsuspecting victim that laid below him. It was his first kill, the rage of human fragility consuming him, driving him to take matters into his own hands. Why were humans so hungry with greed, so lustful for it that they slaughtered millions to make their point known? 

Blood had already filled the streets below, flowing like a tiny creek above the pavements that weaved between now crumbling buildings. His victim would be seen as just another casualty to the war, a guard who fell to the hoards of civilians now storming the castle. They had been neglected for months, famished and homeless, littering the streets like discarded trash. Finally, they had enough, rising up against the castle and its inhabitants. 

But the guard below Druig  was far from innocent. The list of sins he had to atone for could wrap around the city twice. Druig was merely just doing a god’s work, sending the bastard to his hell a little earlier than expected. 

Druig pulled his blade out of the limp body once more, wiping the red stains on the guard's cloth that hung from his waist. Druig slid the blade back into his own boot, the cool metal a sweet relief against his hot skin. The fire ablaze through the castle halls, set by the angry citizens,  had significantly raised the temperature, a sickening heat radiating off what walls were still left standing. 

As Druig straightened, a twinkle in the doorway caught his attention. A child stood in the crumbling frame,  his mouth hung open at the sight before him. The child was half in the shadows, his features unrecognizable. Druigs’ senses told him exactly who the kid was - the deceased guard's son. Druig had to act quick, before the child found the will to scream over the ghastly sight. 

He closed his eyes  as he summoned his powers from deep in his mind. When he opened them, his eyes then turned a bright golden that reflected the fire in the torches along the wall, as he locked eyes with the child in front of him. He now had total control over the kids emotions and actions. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe. Go, find your mother.” Druig said, as he calmed the boys’ now shot nerves.  

The child nodded, turning slowly and taking off, jumping over fallen bricks and wreckage. Druig sighed, looking down once more at the guard at his feet. 

“Should have played it safe, Alexander, so your son could have a father in his life. That is very important, you know,” Druig scolded the dead man. 

Alexander had a reputation in the Byzantine town for his behavior. There were many nights after his shift that Alexander became belligerent, drunk off the spirits offered by the local distilleries, before taking advantage of any unlucky woman who happened to cross his drunken path. His  list of victims was countless, many left dead in the street for their loved ones to find. The grotesque crimes he committed  were covered up by the King, offering a bullshit lie as an explanation for Alexander’s behavior. 

Druig wasn’t the only one who wanted Alexander dead. He was just the first one to get to him, shoving him into the room where he laid now, his blood permanently marking his deathbed. 

Alexander’s son stumbled through the hallways back to his mothers room that was tucked away deep in the castle, unharmed from the civilians storming through. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he threw open the door. His mother sat on the bed, a knife in hand as she waited for the civilians to finally reach her champers. At the sight of her son, she dropped the knife, running to him. 

“Agapi mou!” She cradled the boy in her arms, holding him close to her chest. 

“Mommy,” he said, his greek accent thick. “It’s páppa!” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He… he…” the boy didn’t have to finish his sentence. The fear and grief in his voice said everything she needed to hear. So she cradled him tighter, running her fingers through his short black hair- much like his fathers. 

As the tears fell from her eyes, landing on the top of her son's head, she heard a scream echo through the castle. She knew the mob had finally found them, tearing through the halls just outside her door. She hung onto her son tighter, praying to the gods for a savior, to spare her from the sins of the castle. 

Such fate did not come… for the gods she prayed to sat silently outside, held under Druigs’ control. 

Feeback is greatly appreciated! Likes, comments, reblogs, etc. :) <3

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May Loving You Be The Death of Me (Ernst Toller x Reader) Part One

Part Two

A/N: hi yall, i’ve been asked by like one person to link my threads for support and/or feedback on my work so here 

word count: 1,022

warnings: fleabag core, romantic tension, mention of a past relationships

The day came to a close when you started walking to the local church near your apartment, First Reformed. You had told my roommate to watch over your cat. Your cat is your life, so you didn’t trust her to watch your precious cat. Sure, you didn’t consider yourself religious, but you needed to see him, Reverend Toller. Walking to the rhyme of your heart. Your feet finally walked those dreaded painted steps. You let out a deep sigh as you pulled open the door to the church. Churches always freaked you out as a child, and even as an adult, they still gave you the chills. The tall white walls with the pews in perfect order didn’t seem right. Your eyes look for any people to ask where the Reverend might be. Out of the corner of your eye, you finally see him walking in from a side door.

“Reverend!” you called after him. 

No response as he walked right past you and down the aisle. You followed him out of the main church and outside his apartment-like home.

“As much as you want to, you can’t hide from me forever!” you shouted, standing in front of the closed door.

God, I probably sounded like a crazed killer shouting that to his window in the door. Sorry, God, for using your name in vain, sir.

The Reverend had been avoiding you since who knows when. Both of you weren’t best friends, never dated, nothing like that. And yet, he was avoiding you like you were a walking sin. You can’t remember when it started, nor could you tell when it would end. Actually, it was that time you went to church with your family once during Easter before they died. Very church every Sunday and Wednesday, kind of people. You and him talked a bit after, boring questions and such.

‘Where are you from?’ ‘Oh, I’m from here.’ ‘Lived here your whole life?’ ‘Yup.’ ‘First time at mass?’ ‘First time in a long time.’ ‘Interesting, you should come by more.’ ‘No, thank you, Reverend. I don’t see myself as religious, though most of my family is.’ ‘It would be nice to see you more, is all.’

Maybe you should’ve seen it as a sign. He didn’t seem interested in you. Then again, you’re terrible at flirting. Seeing it and responding is something your brain can’t process properly. It’s just not something that runs in your family’s blood. Back to the present: you sat down on his front step and placed your face in your hands.

“You know he doesn’t like you,” a voice says to you.

You look up, and it's Dexter, one of those friends that kept coming back.

“I’m very aware, Dex,” you replied.

Dexter was a human piece of shit. You and him became friends that same Easter I took my parents to mass. You hated him then, and you still hate him now. 

“He thinks of you as the human embodiment of lust,” Dexter said, sitting down next to you.

“What’s the source, genius?” you asked jokily.

“My source is that I made it the fuck up,” he replies with a hearty laugh.

He always tried to get you to laugh at any of his jokes. Which, knowing how he is, never worked. Having Dexter in your ear telling you about your constant love failings with Ernst and many others started to bug you, and you had to get out.

“Dexter, I have to go,” you said, finally getting up from the steps.

“Aw, gone so soon?” he said, frowning. 

I laugh hollowly, He’s a dipshit. 

Walking away was the easiest part since all you had to do was get around the corner, and you could go anywhere you wanted. You turned the corner and walked back into the church, sitting in the far-back pew. Nothing about what you were doing seemed right, but people do dumb shit for love all the time, right? The church’s doors open, and you try your hardest not to look behind you. Someone sits beside you.

“I know I can’t hide from you forever, but I was hoping to do it for a little while before I talked with you again,” they place a hand on your thigh.

Of course, it was Reverend Toller.

“But why ignore and avoid me like I’m a middle school crush?” you asked, your face remaining forward.

Ernst stayed quiet for a moment.

“Listen,” you started, “I get it, people love you, and people hardly know anything about me–”

“I wouldn’t say that’s the main reason I avoid,” he said, “Let’s just say you have… a certain reputation around here,”

You shake your head, trying to suspend your disbelief. Apparently, no one in Abundant Life, which must be an enormous church company or something, liked you due to some bad press you got in your late thirties. It was so long ago that you hardly remember. You had a few theories, but none of them stuck.

“Figured you can’t be seen with me or your career goes down the shitter,” you said, finally looking at the Reverend. 

He didn’t return it, only nodding to your statement.

“Would you want to go out sometime? Maybe I’ll come by with coffee, a candle-lit dinner at my place?” you asked, your eyes returning to the pews in front of you.

The cold wind outside blew as Ernst moved closer to you.

“I wouldn’t mind a dinner with you,” he whispered in your ear.

His voice sent chills running up your spine.

“Does tomorrow work for you?” you whispered back.

Ernst’s eyes soften, and he nods his head.

After four years, you finally had a date that you were excited about.

“Then it's a date,” you said softly.

You lean into Reverend Toller for a second before finally getting up and walking to the doors, pausing for a second.

“Have a good night, Ernst,” you said, opening the door and walking back into the freezing cold air.

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Who are your fanchildren?

MY ORIGINAL FANCHILDS UT AUS EDITION:

Child’s name | - | Parents name

Nüria & Lanira (twins) - Nightmare x Cross

Kalma - Nightmare x Killer

Kicko ; Sue - Killer x Dream

Nyfe - Cross x Killer

Strycko ; Shooting Star (or: S.S.) - Science x Outer

Ghizmo - Horror x Lust

Giga ; Byte - Antivírus x Vírus

Zeef40 - Bill sans x Error404

Eemem - Cross x Epic

Cillena - Epic x Color

Ally - Lust x Dream

Silk - Palette x Goth

Plexe - Eemem x Zeef40

Cloud - Gradient x Bluescreen

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<<< These are the fanchilds of which I have a record at the moment.

Anyway, I'm making a list of all my Undertale-related creations (which also includes fanchilds).

So when I post the list, you'll be able to see all the fanchilds, in case there are new ones, or in case I've discovered older ones I've created.>>>