microfic: quillkiller, 848 words, explicit/mature
light d/s undertones maybe ?? vaguely described sex scene, nsfw
Bellatrix is poison, or maybe just a very sharp knife. More weapon than a girl, always has been. She did this to herself, and she had done it all wrong.
She destroys what she touches, leaves them a bloody mess at her feet until they crawl away from her on all fours. She had done it to anyone who tried to be her friend.
She had done it to her younger sister. She doesn’t know why her youngest is still around.
She doesn’t want to do it, again, to Rita, she wants so desperately for her to stay— so she keeps her hands behind her back most of the time. She keeps her teeth behind a closed mouth, so as to not tear open Rita’s perfect skin.
She wants to keep her perfect. Pristine and lovely, like a porcelain doll. No teeth grazing her neck, drawing blood. No fingers digging too deep into her hips. No visible hickeys, dragging Rita’s reputation through the dirt.
No, she’s too perfect, and she deserves better. Bellatrix doesn’t doubt she’d duel a pair of scissors if they dared to make Rita bleed.
She’s the loveliest, sweetest thing Bellatrix has ever been in possession of.
“I want to make you bleed,” Rita whispers against her ear, taking Bellatrix’s earlobe between her teeth, biting until it hurts. Until Bellatrix gasps, struggling against the ropes tying her hands together behind her back.
Maybe not that sweet, not really, not actually, but what matters is that Bellatrix thinks so. Rita is nasty, rude and selfish— and she’s perfect. Rita thinks she’s a god, and Bellatrix is happy to indulge her. Happy to worship at her feet.
“How badly do you want to touch me?” Rita asks, sucking down hard on Bellatrix’s neck, “feral thing like you, you’d ruin me if i’d let you,”
Bellatrix would never hurt Rita, hasn’t ever hurt Rita, even when her hands aren’t tied together, but it’s true that Bellatrix is feral. Wild and sharp, and doesn’t know how to love without leaving claw marks. It takes all her effort to be soft, but Rita rewards her every single time.
She’s become Rita’s domesticated beast. A dog on a leash. A leash that Rita loves pulling at, and Bellatrix is all too happy to submit and be led.
Bellatrix wants Rita to stay perfect, not a single tear on her lovely skin, and Rita basks in it. In turn, Rita wants to claw, push and prod. A perfect thing, but not at all kind, and Bellatrix loves her for it.
Who else can you hurt? Bellatrix had asked her once, when Rita had looked at her with fire dancing in her eyes, Bellatrix pushed up against a wall. Rita’s hand around her neck.
She had squeezed, Bellatrix gasping for breath, and said, I want you at my mercy.
Bellatrix had laughed, as much as she could with her airway blocked, and said, I already am, baby. Deliriously happy, Rita’s delicate fingers digging into her.
Rita adjusts herself on Bellatrix’s lap until she’s straddling her right thigh, she sits back up and looks down at Bellatrix, a smirk on her lips. “You’re so good,”
Bellatrix isn’t exactly comfortable, sitting with her back against the headboard and hands tied around her back, but her comfort doesn’t matter. Not to her, and not to Rita. Right now she belongs entirely to Rita. She thinks she was made to make her feel good, if all she’s good for otherwise is to harm and destroy.
Rita starts moving, and all Bellatrix can do is watch. Rita’s still fully dressed on top of her, a miniskirt, but the panties are gone, and a loose fitting button up shirt that refuses to stay in place. Rita’s blonde hair is a mess, eyes rolling back as she’s focusing on her own pleasure. Bellatrix has been tied up and naked for over an hour.
“Baby,” Bellatrix whispers.
God, she’s perfect. A perfect, pristine little thing— and Bellatrix intends to keep her that way. She’ll let Rita ruin her, make her bleed, leave her marks. She’ll beg her for it, and bask in the glory until they’ve faded. Then she’ll beg again.
She wants everyone to know who she belongs to. And in turn, Bellatrix demands Rita be kept perfect. Showing not only who Rita belongs to, but that Rita belongs to her without all of Bellatrix’s violence.
“You’ll hurt everyone,” Rita says, pulling Bellatrix’s hair, just a tad too hard, “but not me,”
“Never,” Bellatrix promises.
Never, never, never.
“Good dog,” Rita gasps, and scratches at Bellatrix’s back until she bleeds. Rita giggles, pleased when Bellatrix hisses from the pain.
“You’re perfect,” Bellatrix says, trying to get closer, but Rita pushes her back against the headboard roughly.
“My perfect girl,” Bellatrix continues, she’s delirious, a stuttering mess, “my one good thing,”
Rita says something, but it’s lost in her frantic movements against her thigh and Bellatrix’s growing desperation. She’s an angel, a god, a porcelain doll.
Bellatrix worships. Like a dog on a leash, held by a perfect, delicate hand that loves her.
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the carte blanche as crane wives lyrics because I'm normal and totally not planning animatics rn
Juno - "Violence forgiving steel, wreckage in the wake of cruel betrayl, pay my sins in blood but I'm not done" (I Ain't Done)
Peter - "Don't look too hard 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me" (Metaphor)
Rita - "Take me to war, honey, I dare you, I'll be the sweetest thing to ever scare you" (Take Me to War)
Buddy - "Little girl, don't let them sell you any armor, all your ribs are still your own" (Ribs)
Jet - "I'm afraid, is this a bunker or a shallow grave? Either way, I'm left holding onto the shovel and rope, digging in the dirt, finding bones, finding ghosts" (Hollow Moon)
Vespa - "My stone, my shield, my steady hand, hold your light to the darkness in my head" (The Garden)
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they were having a silent afternoon just laying down and watching some movie they weren't even paying enough attention to know what's going on with the main character, when shouyou just jumped up and ran through the house before kissing kenma's forehead and then closing the door as he left the apartment.
kenma was honestly a bit confused, but shouyou done that enough times for him to get used to, so he just shrugged and continued watching the movie.
less than an hour later, shouyou was back with a full shopping bag and a bright happy grin on his lips.
"i'm going to bake a carrot cake, brazilian style!" he said loudly, almost skipping to their kitchen, kenma walking behind him like a curious cat.
"how's that?"
"well..." shouyou thought for a moment, pouting "different." he shrugged with his conclusion.
kenma only shook his head and sat on the dinner table to watch his boyfriend whirlwind around searching for the necessary tools for his cake.
shouyou opened a bag of flour they had inside the fridge, using a cup to measure, and dumped inside a glass bowl, following with some white powder kenma didn't recognize and a bit of salt.
"ah!" shouyou exclaimed loudly, slapping his own forehead "the oven!" then he ran to turn on the oven, kenma just chuckling "do you want coffee?"
"sure."
with quick and efficient hands, shouyou made a cup of coffee for him before going back to his cake, taking a moment to remember what he should do, for his boyfriend's amusement.
"right, carrots."
he cleaned the carrots and cut it before dumping inside the blender, leaving one behind for some reason. then he measured sugar and oil too, before breaking some eggs to put it together. after a while and a lot of noise, he turn off the blender and poured its content inside the bowl with the other ingredients, mixing them. shouyou got the last uncutted carrot and using some tool that took some shavings of it and then mixed with the dough.
he took a baking tray, greased it with butter and then some flour, and poured the dough inside, straight to the oven.
"cuddle?" kenma offered with a smile, his mug already empty.
"yeah!" shouyou smiled.
they cuddled on the couch again, this time watching some soccer game that was uninteresting. kenma used that as a opportunity to kiss shouyou until he had enough for now, smirking smugly.
after a while like that, the oven biped loudly and shouyou ran to kitchen again.
the smell of chocolate was what made kenma get up again and shuffle to where his boyfriend was still baking. with a smile, shouyou poured the chocolate on the orangey cake and sprinkled some chocolate shavings to finish.
"ta-da." shouyou said proudly "what do you think?"
"i think i need to eat it first before having a opinion."
"fair." he chuckled.
with a fork and a knife, he effortless took a slice from it and put it on a small plate for him, before doing the same for himself and offering another fork for eating.
kenma took the first bite.
"oh my god."
"hm?" shouyou looked amused.
"oh my god, sho." kenma took another bite "i think i orgasmed."
shouyou laughed loudly.
"that good?"
kenma nodded, gulping down his third bite already "i don't think this is going to be enough for me."
shouyou laughed again "i can make more."
"yes. please?"
"sure." shouyou bent over and kisses him "love you."
"no, I love YOU. my baker. my cake maker. love you so much, oh my god."
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