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dcxdpdabbles · 2 months

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Hey, I have DpxDc God Au prompt for you: Dani is the goddess of untraditional families, traveling, clones, and lost (emotionally and locationwise, not deathwise) children. She becomes a patron to many people (mostly kids and teenagers) struggling in the hero community and otherwise and comes to help them in times of emotional turmoil. Kon is one of her followers/friends, the speedsters pray to her for multiple reasons, and Billy and her sometimes hang out. Danny is the god of protection, space, revival, and neglected and lost children (emotionally and those who died before they reached adulthood). He also ends up becoming a patron for many heroes and abused kids. He helps Jason out when he dies young and gets revived. (Bruce prays to Danny for Jason when he dies to beg Danny to help Jason find peace in the afterlife if there is one). Danny also befriends Tim when he’s all alone in Drake Manor and keeps him company when he can and helps him survive. Dan on the other hand is the god of apocalyptic futures (and alternate and future evil selves), repentance and redemption, aggression, and devastation (emotional and deathwise). He doesn’t want most of his domains to be so dark, but it’s weird how much overlap there is between the same people praying to him along with Danny and Danielle. (SO many heroes have apocalyptic future/evil selves and have done terrible things. Example: Tim: Evil future gun batman and Jason: Aggression and Repentance/Redemption. They would definitely pray to Dan just in case). They’re all pretty respected gods who have been known for ages, worshiped, who actually help not just their followers but those who need their help that fall in their domains. The mythology got a bit weird throughout history, but the Dan(y/i)s were generally thought to be benevolent sibling/triplet gods. Jazz didn’t have enough power to ascend to goddesshood, but she was a patron spirit of psychology and mental health, and low-key a patron of people with eldest daughter syndrome (Looking at you, Dick). Then of course there’s Vlad. Mostly creeps want to pray to Vlad. He’s thought of as more of a predatory demon than a god, he has never been known as benevolent. He embodies most if not all of the seven deadly sins and his domains and immorality reflect that. He is the god of theft, power, greed, lust, cheating, obsession, ego, twisted family, immorality, corruption, envy, and vengeance. He has more domains than the Dan(i/y)s either because he was depicted so negatively from all of his schemes that people just gave him all the dark domains, or because he stole several artifacts and found some loopholes to get more power for himself. The Dan(ny/i)s stand together as one to protect the world from Vlad’s immorality, however there are some moments where Vlad helps starving children steal food or things they need to live, helps people to steal medicine they can’t afford to bring to a sick loved one. He gives self esteem and confidence to those who pray for it that struggle with self worth or mental illness. So yes, he is a more morally bankrupt god, but he has his good moments. Anyways, please write more of this prompt in whatever way you see fit. It could be stuff from the batfamily’s and/or halfas perspective as the years go by and they interact with the gods or something like that as vigilantes and as civilians, or you can write scenes out with the hero community or batfam discussing the little pantheon or whatever, or go into further detail with my examples, have conflict between the Dan(i/y)s and Vlad, change things up, or anything you want. Thank you!

Wonder Woman watches as Nightwing very claps his hands, bows his head, and mutters under his breath. The language is one she is not fluent with but has started to learn over the years in her time of man.

Esperanto.

She can pick out a few words. Enough to know that Nightwing is sending a prayer and hopes of a "Older Sibling" patron saint. He wants her to keep a eye over his younger siblings and to offer him "inner- peace".

Diana is aware that all of Bruce's children, minus Dick, are out on extremely dangerous missions. Dick had been benched due to an injury he sustained in the last confrontation. He was sent to the watch tower were a team of trusted surgeons had operated on his leg.

He would be fine in time but it would be a long wait before he would be ready to go out to the feild.

Understanding that he needed guidance from his gods, she waited paintently for him to finish, taking a few steps away from the doorway of his recovery room so as not to overhear any further prayers. A conversation between gods and man should remain private.

As she leaned on the wall outside, she wondered—not for the first time—who the Bats prayed to. Athena and Aphrodite would always have her loyalty, but she acknowledged that there were gods outside of her own.

She met some of them.

And while she had never seen the Bats or anyone else from Gotham's gods, she knew they were worshiped and believed as much as her sisters loved on Themyscira. It would be rude to ask about them, when she would never offer the gods of Gotham any offerings, so she refraimed but she wondered.

Oh she wondered.

She had witnessed Bruce pray to one of them, usually after a complex case involving children. He never mentions the god by name, but much like Nightwing, he clasps his hands, bows his head, and mutters that rhythmic language. Once, he even saw him place a star carved from one of the stones of his historical home by the window of the watch tower.

He had engraved all his children's hero names into it and allowed the moon to power it with protection.

Jason prayed as well, but not as profoundly as his family. He was Catholic growing up, and his mother often refused to have him pray to another god despite everyone else in Gotham doing so. He only did so as Red Hood because, according to Jason, that was the only time he needed Dan or Vlad.

Diana wondered if those were gods or people in his gang. Jason did not say their names with the same reverence as she did her gods.

Tim, on the other hand, took his Gotham-based region very seriously and had an entire timesheet of proper prayers. He did not pray every day nor did he stop what he was doing in order to do so, but he made it very clear that he would not be availbe three times a week for religious purposes.

Short of an emergency, those three hours every week were dedicated to his rituals for all of Gotham's gods. Diana knows that Steph, Barbara, Cass and Bruce would join only one of those three hours for their own god prefernce.

Despite that however, they were not very religious and often she wondered if the Bats were more atheists. Maybe meeting the gods and fighting some of them had the people of Gotham numb to the faith.

Or Gotham had the practices for such a long time that it became a background, much like tax season. Diana had noticed that despite the prayers and the dedication, the Bats treated their gods much like suppursitations to do before a big game.

It was a odd system to her, but once again, the "Gotham's Stars and Shadows" were not her gods. She did not have enough information to make any sort of statement about them.

Maybe they preferred to be treated as superstitions? Or maybe they liked to be close to their followers to the point they saw them the same way they did decorating their bedrooms? - A form of self-expression but not true faith.

A cold breeze blew by her, shocking Diana into a combat formation. There shouldn't be any wind up here. They are in space.

A whispered laugh echos down the hall, and for a brief moment she senses a god. Falling to her knee just in case, she stares towards the laughter watching a quick outling of a woman with flaming hair and a young girl in a black pony tale laugh and skip.

In their hands are carved stares, glowing green.

They vanish just as quickly as they appeared, but she knows who they were without having to call out to them.

"Diana?" Dick says from the doorway, pushing his wheelchair. "Are you alright?"

"Yes. I am." She smoothly slide up to her feet smiling at him in what she hopes is comforting. "Have you finished speaking to yoyr gods."

"Yeah I hope they protect my siblings and help find Kon."

She thinks of the laughing ladies "I assume they will."

An hour later, Kon is recovered, and Tim miraculously escapes death due to strong wind and a conveniently thrown traveling map into his attacker's face. Diana witness the superman clone add a stone form Kent Farm to the one by Batman's in the watchtower.

It has the words Red Robin carved within a heart. She smiles.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Gotham's stars and shadow #They ruled over Gotham as the portal to earth #Diana's Pov #Am i still thinking of Father Todd timeline? yes #I figured Tim would be the one to speak to the gods more since Danny actaully appeared to him\#It's not really religion it's more of asking higher beings for favors #Bruce never prayed until he took in Dick #The time he stop praying was when Jason died. He never stopped again

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moonselune · 2 months

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Okkayy I was wondering if I could rq dark au? Like. A genuine moment between the lot. Or maybe something like a Stockholm thing going on for them? I think that'd be interesting.

Also a question abt it! If there were Wyll one (not saying for you to add any ofc) what would you think it would be? Since he doesn't have a bad ending and everything.

i love love love this, so interesting to think what the reader would fall for, how they would let that guard down and I'll post a little explanation of where I was coming from for each character.

And I have had a lot of asks about Wyll, and I find it really difficult to picture it because he doesn't have a bad ending and despite all that he has been through he always strives to be good. I have tried to think of an evil Wyll and I have not had nor come across an idea that I can get behind - that being said if people want to pitch it to me, have at it x

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Dark!BG3 | With Sincerity

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For: Conqueror!Minthara, MotherSuperior!Shadowheart, God!Gale, Ascended!Astarion, Naturist!Halsin

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CW: Controlling, manipulation, coercion, forced memory loss, they are still bad people lmao

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Uh oh! They are breaking down your walls and a part of you is vulnerable

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Conqueror Minthara:

The courtyard was alive with the sound of clashing weapons and sharp commands. Minthara's nieces moved with an impressive precision under her watchful eye, their small frames mirroring the grace and ruthlessness of their aunt. You stood in the shadow of an archway, unable to tear your gaze away from the scene before you.

Minthara was a vision of deadly elegance, her every movement purposeful and fluid as she demonstrated techniques to her eager students. Her hair, as white as fresh snow, caught the sunlight, and her eyes—so piercing and determined—flashed with an intensity that had once captivated you. You watched as she corrected their stances, her voice firm but not unkind. There was a harshness in her training, but beneath it lay a deep fondness, a protective instinct that she couldn't quite hide.

A pang of nostalgia hit you. You remembered the early days of your love, how you had fallen for her strength, her unyielding resolve. Minthara had always been a formidable warrior, but it was her rare moments of tenderness, the way she cared for her family, that had truly won your heart. You had married her not just for who she was, but for who she became when she was with you.

Lost in your reverie, you didn't notice Minthara approaching until she was right in front of you, her presence commanding your attention. She tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Enjoying the show?" she asked, her tone teasing but not unkind.

Without thinking, you found yourself leaning in, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that felt both natural and inevitable. For a moment, the world fell away, and it was just the two of you, connected in a way that transcended time and distance. Her lips were soft yet insistent, and the familiarity of her touch stirred something deep within you.

Reality crashed back in, and you pulled away abruptly, your heart pounding.

"I-I’m I-" you stammered, stepping back, your face flushing with embarrassment. "That was… I didn't mean to…"

Minthara's smirk was confident, almost smug. "It's alright," she said, her voice low and knowing. "I knew you would come back around to me eventually."

You shook your head, trying to regain your composure. "It was just a momentary lapse of sanity," you muttered, trying to brush off the intensity of what had just happened. "Don't read too much into it."

Turning on your heel, you walked away, your thoughts a chaotic mess. You were supposed to hate her, to resent what she had become. Yet, the kiss had felt like coming home, a reminder of the love that had once defined your life.

As you glanced back over your shoulder, you saw Minthara still standing there, a satisfied smile on her lips. She had always been confident, always sure of her place in your heart. And despite your best efforts to deny it, a part of you wondered if she was right.

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Mother Superior Shadowheart:

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. You lay in the lavish bed, the silk sheets cool against your skin. Shadowheart was next to you, her presence a mixture of comfort and control. For so long, your moments of lucidity had been frantic and panicked, each one a desperate attempt to cling to the truth before she stole it away again.

But tonight felt different. The usual haze in your mind was less oppressive, the usual fog that clouded your thoughts seemed to lift slightly. You felt a rare clarity, a sense of calm that you hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity. You looked at Shadowheart, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her eyes closed in peaceful repose.

Without the usual panic, you found yourself studying her features—the soft curve of her lips, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked serene, almost vulnerable in sleep. You realized how deeply you had once loved her, how she had been your world before the darkness had consumed her.

You felt an overwhelming urge to be close to her, not out of fear or desperation, but out of a genuine desire for connection. You shifted slightly, curling into her, and she stirred, her eyes fluttering open.

"You're awake," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

"Yes," you replied softly, your voice steady. "I… I feel different tonight. Not scared. Just… here."

She studied you, a flicker of surprise crossing her features, she could always tell when you were lucid and was always to prepared to seize that moment and crush it in her hands. "You don't feel panicked?"

You shook your head. "No. I feel… content. More at ease than I have in a long time."

A hint of a smile touched her lips, but it was cautious, as if she were afraid to believe it. "That's good," she said slowly. "Maybe it's the calm before the storm."

"No," you said, more firmly this time. "It's not. It's real. I want you to stay. Please."

Shadowheart's eyes widened slightly, genuine shock evident in her expression. For a moment, she didn't move, as if unsure how to respond. Then, she nodded, her movements careful, almost hesitant. "Alright," she said softly. "I'll stay."

She settled back into the bed, wrapping her arms around you, pulling you close. The warmth of her body, the steady beat of her heart, it all felt so grounding, so real. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, a mixture of herbs and something uniquely her.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Shadowheart tightened her hold on you, her fingers gently stroking your hair. "For what?" she asked, her voice a mere breath in the quiet room.

"For staying," you replied. "For this moment."

She sighed, a soft, contented sound. "I never wanted to hurt you," she said quietly. "I only wanted to protect you."

"I know," you said, and for the first time, you truly meant it. "I know."

The two of you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten. The clarity you felt wasn't fleeting or frantic. It was peaceful, a rare gift in the chaos that had become your life. And as you drifted off to sleep, Shadowheart's presence beside you, you held onto that feeling, hoping it would last, knowing that for tonight, at least, it was enough.

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God of Ambition Gale:

The ethereal glow of Gale's realm was a constant reminder of the divine power he now wielded, a stark contrast to the mortal world you had once known. You and Gale had been watching over a young mortal named Elara, a gifted artist who had been struggling under the oppressive control of her art master. For months, you had observed her from afar, offering subtle guidance and protection as she navigated her difficult path.

Tonight, the culmination of your efforts bore fruit. Elara had finally broken free from her master's tyranny, gathering the courage to leave and start her own journey as an independent artist. You had seen the light of hope and determination in her eyes, and it had filled you with a profound sense of joy and accomplishment.

You and Gale stood together on a celestial balcony, overlooking the shimmering expanse of his realm. The stars above twinkled in celebration, mirroring the elation in your heart. Gale's arm was wrapped around your shoulders, a comforting presence that had grown familiar over time.

"She did it," you whispered, the words filled with awe and happiness. "Elara is finally free."

Gale smiled, his gaze soft as he looked down at you. "She found her strength, thanks to you. Your guidance gave her the courage she needed."

You turned to face him, the weight of the moment sinking in. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt genuinely happy. Tears of joy welled up in your eyes, and you wrapped your arms around Gale, holding him tightly. He returned the embrace, his arms enveloping you in a warm, secure hold.

"It's not just me," you said, your voice muffled against his chest. "You were there too, every step of the way."

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "We make a good team, don't we?"

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of your feelings. Instead, you just held him closer, savoring the rare moment of pure happiness. The tension and doubts that had lingered in your heart seemed to melt away in his embrace.

Gale gently pulled back, just enough to look into your eyes. "What is on your mind?" he asked, his voice tender and filled with curiosity.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Nothing," you replied softly. "Just… this moment. I want to hold onto it, to remember this feeling forever."

He gazed at you with a mix of understanding and affection, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "We will have many more moments like this," he promised. "This is just the beginning."

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as you savored the warmth and comfort of his presence. "I hope so," you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

For a while, you simply stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the celestial realm around you a silent witness to your shared joy. The stars continued to shine brightly, casting a gentle glow over the two of you. In that moment, everything felt perfect, and you prayed with all your heart that this bliss would last forever.

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Acended Astarion:

The palace corridors echoed with your footsteps as you wandered aimlessly, a sense of ennui settling over you. The grand halls, adorned with opulent decorations and luxurious tapestries, had lost their allure after countless days of aimless exploration. The life of grandeur and power, alongside Astarion, had its moments of excitement, but today, the boredom felt particularly oppressive.

You sighed, turning a corner and heading towards your quarters. As you pushed open the heavy doors, you were greeted by an unexpected sight. The room was filled with fresh flowers, their vibrant colors and fragrant scents instantly lifting your spirits. They were your favorites—roses, lilies, and peonies, arranged in an exquisite display that seemed almost magical. Amidst the floral splendor, a delicate note caught your eye.

With a sense of curiosity, you picked up the note and unfolded it. The elegant handwriting was unmistakably Astarion's.

"Come to the throne room, my love."

A smile crept onto your lips as you tucked the note into your pocket. You made your way through the palace with a renewed sense of excitement, your heart fluttering with anticipation. As you approached the grand doors of the throne room, you could hear the soft strains of music floating through the air.

Pushing open the doors, you were met with a breathtaking sight. The throne room was transformed into a paradise of flowers and enchanted candles. The candles floated gently in the air, casting a warm, golden glow that illuminated the room in a soft, romantic light. The flowers, arranged in intricate patterns, filled the air with their sweet fragrance. In the center of it all stood a small quartet, playing a melodious tune that added to the enchanting atmosphere.

And there, amidst the beauty and magic, stood Astarion. He was dressed in his finest attire, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and affection. As you stepped into the room, he approached you with a graceful elegance that made your heart skip a beat.

"Happy anniversary, my darling," he said, his voice a smooth blend of warmth and seduction.

You felt a rush of emotions—joy, love, and a touch of amazement at the effort he had put into this surprise. Astarion extended his hand to you, a charming smile playing on his lips.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made you feel as though you were the only two people in the world.

Without hesitation, you placed your hand in his, feeling the cool, firm grip of his fingers. He led you to the center of the room, the quartet's music swelling as you began to move in perfect harmony. Astarion's movements were fluid and graceful, guiding you effortlessly across the floor.

The two of you danced, lost in each other's eyes, the world around you fading into a blur of colors and music. As you swayed together, Astarion's gaze softened, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Do you remember our first dance?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

You nodded, your thoughts drifting back to that magical night when you had first fallen for his charm.

"How could I forget?" you replied softly. "It was the night I knew I would be yours forever."

Astarion's smile widened, his eyes glinting with a mix of pride and affection. "And I knew that I would do anything to make you happy," he murmured. "Even if it means filling a throne room with flowers and enchanting candles."

You laughed, the sound light and carefree, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "You've outdone yourself," you said, gazing around the room. "It's perfect."

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as the music slowed. "Only the best for you, my love," he said, his voice a tender caress. "You deserve nothing less."

As the final notes of the music faded away, you found yourself clinging to Astarion, not wanting the moment to end. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. For the first time in a long while, you felt a deep sense of contentment and happiness.

Astarion tilted your chin up, his eyes searching yours. "What's on your mind?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Nothing," you replied, smiling softly, and it was true you were in that moment completelyy thoughtless, and you relished in it.

Astarion chuckled and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, the touch sending a thrill through you. You closed your eyes, savoring the kiss, the feel of his arms around you, and the love that surrounded you.

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Naturist Halsin:

The foal had been a source of constant worry for you. Rejected by its mother and frail from the start, you had spent countless nights by its side in the stables, nursing it with every ounce of your care and knowledge. The little creature's wide eyes and weak whinnies tugged at your heartstrings, making you more determined to save it.

Despite your best efforts, the foal's condition didn't improve. Its labored breathing and listlessness were heart-wrenching to witness. You fed it warm milk from a bottle, kept it warm with blankets, and whispered soothing words, but nothing seemed to help. Exhaustion weighed heavily on you, and desperation began to creep in.

Finally, with a heavy heart and reluctance, you decided to seek help from Halsin. You knew he had a deep connection with nature and animals, but the thought of turning to him—your captor, the one you were supposed to hate—filled you with conflicting emotions. Yet, the foal's life was more important than your pride.

Finding Halsin in his quarters, you hesitated at the door before knocking softly. He opened it, surprise flickering in his eyes as he saw you standing there, tired and disheveled.

"I need your help," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "The foal… it's not getting better."

Halsin's expression softened, and without a word, he followed you to the stables. Together, you tended to the foal, his hands gentle and confident as he examined the tiny creature. He murmured incantations and applied poultices made from herbs you couldn't identify, his connection to the natural world evident in every movement.

Hours turned into days, and you and Halsin worked side by side, taking turns to watch over the foal, feeding it, and keeping it warm. The nights were long and filled with anxious moments, but slowly, the foal began to show signs of improvement. Its breathing became steadier, and it started to gain strength.

One evening, as the foal nuzzled against your hand with newfound vigor, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. Exhausted and sleep-deprived, you turned to Halsin, a genuine smile spreading across your face.

"Thank you, Halsin," you said, your voice filled with gratitude. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, the gesture spontaneous and sincere.

Halsin's eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush colored his cheeks. You quickly pulled back, realizing what you had done. The weight of your situation came crashing down, reminding you that you were still technically a prisoner.

"I'm sorry," you stammered, feeling embarrassed. "I didn't mean to…"

But Halsin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's alright," he said softly. "You've been through a lot. We both have."

The exhaustion was finally catching up with you, and you swayed on your feet. Halsin reached out to steady you, his touch firm and reassuring. "You need to rest," he said gently.

You pouted, a playful glint in your eyes. "Carry me to bed?" you asked, half-jokingly.

Halsin chuckled, shaking his head. "You're perfectly capable of walking," he teased, but there was warmth in his eyes.

You let out an exaggerated sigh and pouted even more. "Please? I'm too tired to walk."

With a fond smile, Halsin finally relented. He scooped you up in his strong arms, carrying you with ease. You nestled against his chest, feeling safe and cared for in a way you hadn't expected. As he carried you to your quarters, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of contentment, despite the complexities of your relationship.

He laid you gently on the bed, tucking the blankets around you. "Rest now," he said softly.

You smiled up at him, your eyes heavy with sleep. "Thank you, Halsin," you whispered, before drifting off into a peaceful slumber, knowing that for now, everything was alright.

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Okay okay so here is my viewpoint for each reader opinion of course please project your own on why they had this moment and I would love to hear your thoughts as well down below !

Minthara - I imagine reader fell for Minthara because of her determination her drive, and Minthara training her nieces shows that but also the softer side that only reader would have seen. So everyone would be seeing Minthara as just being cutthroat and ruthless with her nieces but reader sees it as Minthara training them so that they survive because she cares for them, dearly. That's what causes reader's heart to open and get that impulse to kiss her.

Shadowheart - So I imagined reader having these frantic episodes, lashing out at shadowheart having a meltdown till shadowheart removes her memories again and you calm down and the cycle continues. So eventually, you get a lucid moment and instead of being panicked, you are just exhausted and tired and as you watch her you are just seeking comfort, need comfort. Hence her asking shadowheart to stay.

Gale - Gale's reasoning is pretty short, because reader is immortal and just needs a win at that point and gets caught up in it when she finally gets that W.

Astarion - I see reader as being so bored snd helpless and when Astarion woos her in this way that seems so genuine, has so much emotion attached to it, you have to let your heart fall for it. You just have to.

Halsin - So with this reader I see them throwing themselves into caring for animals to distract themselves from their situation and they pour so much love and attachment into this foal because really they see themselves in it. The foal has been rejected from it's family, reader has been ejected from theirs. The foal is ill and struggling, confined to the stables, reader is mentally unwell and confined to Halsin's grove. When reader sees the foal has no way out apart from death they cannot handle that so they turn to Halsin who they know will be able to help the foal. Much like how reader cannot handle that their only way out is death, so subconciousluy they lean on Halsin. Survival instincts babyyyyyyyy

Anyway hope you guys enjoyed it and the little breakdown of it, and I would love to hear your thoughts below - Seluney xox

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finalgirllx · 1 year

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Mattheo Riddle Headcanons

From someone who only recently got into him. I could be wrong, since I can't trace back his roots much. Some of these are inspired by other writings, Marcus Lopez in Deadly Class, and my own bot usage.

I wrote this in about 5 minutes. Just a warning.

Mattheo is, of course, reserved around those he isn't close to. He tends to act cold, and will go as far to make himself seem threatening if he feels like it (whether that's actually true or not is your interpretation).

If he does something kind for someone without being asked, he prefers to let it go unmentioned. "Thanks for getting that for me." "Yeah, yeah, If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."

Scorpio, Scorpio, Scorpio! This is the one time I'll assign my star sign to a character because it fits him so well, along with his face claim being a Scorpio as well.

Mattheo loves The Smiths. There is no arguing there. This is definitely Marcus inspired, but it is just so nice.

He wears black almost exclusively. It is just his go-to and fits his general vibe. If he must, he'll go for a neutral-toned checkered flannel or jean jacket when it gets cold.

Mattheo has immaculate handwriting. Like, people look at his work and can't help but stare because they're surprised at the quality of it.

He drinks black coffee in the mornings, and that's it.

Does get into a lot of fights. And he wins all of them. However, unlike what others may think, he tries to give someone a chance to out themselves from a potential fight before he goes in.

Loves the horror genre. He talks up paranormal horror as the superior subgenre but will sit down and enjoy just about any kind.

He is a Resident Evil fan (Resident Evil 1 came out in 1996, so this is for slightly more modern au's).

His closest friends are Theo and Blaise, but he gets along well with Enzo and has an okay relationship with Draco.

He is knowledgeable and a strong critical thinker but doesn't care much about academics. Besides Defense Against The Dark Arts, he is really talented at Potions.

'Claims' people. His icy demeanor is rather tough to break; once he lets you in, it's like a switch is flipped, and he's more possessive and protective than anyone could've anticipated.

Has a mean jealous streak. This has been known, lol.

I think he prefers cats - but honestly, I see him being hesitant towards pets. He is still sweet toward them and would be a love bug with a pet of his own, but I can see a pet approaching him, and he wouldn't know what to do at first, haha.

Mattheo is sarcastic to his core. Shows his affection through teasing. But he can be quite serious and good at knowing the right words to support someone when needed.

Slight NSFW implications - incredibly dominant, and there's nothing you can do to change my mind that's not his preferred mode 99% of the time.

To see Mattheo's sweet side is a real treat, but he keeps that part for whom he adores the most.

His love language is physical touch and its not even close. If he falls for you, he'll always make sure to be touching you in any way that is possible at that instance.

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle headcanon #slytherin boys #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #benjamin wadsworth

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Yandere Obey Me Brothers x Mc (Replaced Au)

But what about the side characters that become Yandere for Alex during the time she learns stuff from them and they become Yandere during Replaced AU

Orginal post/ Part one

In the replaced Au, I wrote.. For the side characters like Mephistopheles, Raphael, Solomon, Thirteen, and Simeon..

They aren't like the brothers and won't necessarily become obessed or infatuated with Alex (the rival student). If anything, to sum up most of their feelings, they would feel..Odd about her.

Like you know when you see a train speeding, and you know it's gonna crash, but you just can't help but watch? That's what they all feel, with their own different versions of course.

Simeon sees the good in people. He's an angel of compassion that adores humans - just like how God so ever loved his children. Like his father, he wants to help, he hates seeing those suffering. So when he sees Alex trapped in their own self-destructive path, he's eager to swoop by her side and be her Guiding Guardian angel.

He tries to help her, and he tries to steer her in a better path that will stop her from hurting you and ultimately herself. But it never seems to work. He'll talk to her, and she'll ignore him. He'll show her what her future looks like if she keeps indulging in the seven deadly sins, and it seems like it gets through to her. He gets hopeful, thinking he she'll change. And she does, for a bit. But then she goes back to her old habits again, and it breaks Simeon's heart. The murder, the abuse, and the torture she so happily inflicts..

Like his father, he wants to help..But also like father, he knows when it's time to give up. He sees the corruption in her soul and knows that nothing can be done. She has free will to do whatever she wants, it's gods given gift after all..And, she doesn't want to change. So he just watches her from the distance, unable to do anything.

He's angry. It's not like she's the first human that the deadly sins have used and manipulated.. And you're not the first obsession the fallen angels ever had.. Lord, why can't these demons just leave poor innocent humans alone?

Thirteen, on the other hand, is purely intrigued. It's a gameshow to the reaper as she watches this 'rivial' student in the shadows. How will she die? When will she die!? Ohhh she bets that Alex is gonna die a painful death!

The reaper eagerly watches this particular corrupted soul that dances with the most eldest evils since creation. She keeps an eye on her soul, the candle of her life always flickering and on the verge of blowing out..

Thirteen is infatuated with Alex and their stupidity. No normal human would comfortably snuggle up with the most horrid demons in hell, let alone SURVIVE being around them. She hasn't seen a normal human do that before. The only human that has ever dealt with the seven deadly sins and survived is that old ashy skeleton Solomon.

So, of course, she's slightly obsessed with this human.. Collecting her soul would be an honor! And seeing what her judgment will be when she gets sent to hell for eternal punishment would be even better!

Like a curious cat, death herself is always waiting at Alex's doorstep. Waiting to collect her soul, eager to terrify her.

Raphael doesn't seem to care or have any likeness towards this rivial student. If anything, he's disgusted with her actions towards you and how far in degeneracy she's gone to. He blames her for interacting with the brothers. He knows that she threw her own life away just by looking their way. He despises the brothers for enabling her sadism as a way to teach you a lesson and to get you vulnerable underneath their shelter..

He doesn't like Alex, but he doesn't hate her either. At the end of the day, he knows that it's just sin and human nature.. It's something that's hard to resist.. It's why he's made it his goal to try to get you out of there. He knows it'll get worse, and he knows that you've been praying for help. He hears your prayers, and he wants to answer them.

Even if you don't know who he is, he'll do everything in his power to give you hints on escaping and tips on how to protect yourself as an omniscient force. As Micheal's second best man, he does know a thing or two about fighting off powerful demons.

As for Solomon..He's entertained and curious. Like Thirteen, this man wants all the tea and info. A human dabbling into witchcraft and cruelty for the sake of the seven rulers of hell? That's interesting! Reminds him of the good old days when he was a beginner and dabbling into witchcraft!

Solomon antagonizes Alex, trying to see how far her devotion is for the seven rulers of hell. He sees her as this cute little girl who has no idea what she's playing with.

Like Thirteen, he'll start placing bets on what mistakes she'll trap herself in. Solomon has seen multiple people like her, desperate for love, desperate for power, and toying with the supernatural.. And they don't last long. Whenever she's roaming around the school, Solomon will go out of his way to tease her, pushing her buttons - but not to the point where she'll get the brothers involved.

When it comes to Alex bullying you, he won't do anything. He feels bad, but oh well. It is what it is! Just nature playing its role. He just likes to watch shit burn to the ground, in all honesty. Plus, why should he do anything? He's not gonna get involved and risk his life when the demon lords are connected with the both of you! Fuck that!

Mephistopheles is probably the only exception of being utterly obsessed with Alex. Not because of love, admiration, or lust.. But because of pure jealousy. How did this human get all the attention and excitement going on with their life? And how in the HELL did they manage to get Lucifer Morningstar himself to be around someone less of his league? And how is it that a HUMAN has more knowledge than a demon like him who has been in hell for years!?

He's interested. He wants to know every detail about Alex's life under the House of Lamentation. He was a journalist and loves to listen to personal details..

Mammon has connections from the human world inside casinos? Interesting.. Asmodeus has fallen angels in his strip club? Who could've known..?

There's another human in the house of Lamentation? Now, this was something he didn't expect.

For the sake of his own curioisty, he'll befriend Alex. He'll keep a calm, collected face, strategically getting closer to her with each day. He doesn't care about her, but he wants to be close to her. It's dumb, but he can't help it. Being around her is just so..Interesting. This rival student has a lot of charm for a human..

Okay, maybe he likes her just a bit.

But yeah, the side characters won't necessarily be 'yandere' for Alex, but definitely are invested.

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Magical Girl Yerim AU

Yerim becomes a magical girl some time after her parents die, while living with her uncle

Not really a conflict while she's there since no one really cares what she's up to. Yay.

She is known as the Ice Queen

however once Yoojin becomes her guardian... who knew having an involved parent could be such a hindrance

I mean, a guardian who would object to you going to fight deadly monsters??? Cruel.

Yoojin assumes she needs some time to warm up to them since it's a new situation etc. and is trying to give her space until she is more comfortable

Yoohyun is Deeply Suspicious because obviously this annoying new kid is hiding something and it might be dangerous to hyung!!!

(also she's eating into his precious Hyung-time but that's obviously not why he's upset. Not at all.)

...anyway, he follows her one night when she sneaks out and gets caught up in one of her battles against the forces of evil, which results in him also becoming a magical girl.

Oops

"This is what you've been doing???" "What did you think it was?!" "Idk, drugs?" *sounds of violence*

Yoohyun becomes her de-facto fighting partner even though their powers do not compliment each other and half the time they are about as likely to attack each other as their enemy, but still, they usually win so it works out

And now they share a secret

Yoohyun does not like keeping this a secret from Yoojin, but also Yoojin would try to fight monsters on their behalf and it would likely end Very Badly so they agree to just not mention this whole thing to him

it does mean they have to hang out more now. And collude to hide their secret identities, much to their annoyance

Yoohyun starts to pick Yerim up after school so they have more time to plan/train and Yerim's friends are smitten with the hot older boy, which is the worst thing that's ever happened to Yerim. Yoohyun is subsequently banished to wait the next block over

Yoojin is delighted because obviously this means they get along well now! His sweet kids are finally adjusting to each other! Sure, they quarrel a lot, but it's always in good fun :-)

obviously he still worries a lot because they live in a world where monsters randomly attack and his kids always go missing during those times for some reason

one time he is looking for them and runs into Ice Queen:

Yoojin: "Have you seen my daughter, she is 15 and about your height, I'm really worried" Yerim: "...No." 🧍‍♂️ "But I'm sure she's fine, don't worry" (Yoojin continues to worry)

Yoojin also loves getting kidnapped by bad guys which is tremendously stressful to his kids, but somehow by the time they free him, his captors are frequently already crying or unconscious

Peace is a monster that was purified by Yoohyun in a fight and he planned to get rid of him, but Yoojin finds them while he's arguing with Yerim what to do about the monster and decides to adopt the incredibly adorable cat that also happens to have a horn. Stranger things have happened

tldr, Yerim and Yoohyun become reluctant siblings/partners in crime and are vaguely annoyed every time they notice they actually get along. But maybe it's nice to have someone you can rely on to have your back. Possibly.

they sometimes accidentally fall asleep on the couch together and whenever Yoojin comes across this scene he almost cries from how cute they are (and takes pictures as proof, horrifying both Yerim and Yoohyun)

(Also obviously Yoojin has his inklings about what's going on and goes on a quest to make sure his wards are safe, where he encounters head of the Supernatural Associates Department, Song Taewon, and seasoned magical girl (grown man) Chains. Things proceed from there in a very gay manner.)

#sctir #bak yerim #han yoohyun #han yoojin #s classes that i raised #the s classes that i raised #tsctir #is this long enough to justify the read more I don't know #it felt a bit long to leave as is

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CS|Cruel Angel and Kind Evil pt.1 (A/F)

San's Birthday Week~~ Evil! San (Santan) x Angel! Reader Angust| Fluff| Angel and Evil AU|Enemies to lover|Forbidden love|Fight scene|San love teasing reader|Reader is poisoned Word count: 1.8K Summary: You, as an angel who specializes in destroying demons, are cruel by nature; San, as the most advanced being among demons, shows kindness that is inconsistent with his temperament. Was your meeting a joke, or was it really a fate?

"One more." You stared coldly at the lifeless body collapsing before you, the blood belonging to the deceased sliding down your cheek, dripping onto the scorching floor, dispersing into crimson smoke. Nonchalantly, you wiped off the red blood stains from your blade, unaffected by the passing of a life before you.

For he was a demon.

Demons should never have existed in this world-they wreak havoc, plunging the world into misfortune. Your killings merely bring peace to this world, nothing objectionable. In the face of any demon, you show no mercy-until his appearance.

"Angel, should I call you like this?" It was your first time meeting him, his casual attitude displeased you. "I have nothing to say to you." You held the blade before him, a sharpness emitting from your eyes, a dangerous atmosphere permeating the air. "Any last words? Evil. Should I call you like this?" "Hey! Calm down! I am not here to fight with you."San raised his arms in surrender, showing a kindness that was unexpected of him.

"No need to say so much, go back to your hell!" With wings as white as snow spreading behind you, you attacked the demon in front of you.

"Oops!"

A deadly steel sliced through the air, and in an instant,all the short trees on the side were cut down. The tip of your sword stopped at his neck, but the demon locked the sharp blade in place with his crossed arms.

"Thank you for sparing me, angel."

"You…!" San gripped the sword tightly, the sharp blade penetrating his palm, causing a trickle of blood to seep out. His arm was strong and powerful, forcefully pushing down your sword.

"Huh? Weren't you planning to kill me? Your power seems insufficient." Suddenly, he exerted a forceful pull and unexpectedly dragged you towards himself. Caught off guard, you were startled and unable to resist his immense strength. The distance between the two of you closed rapidly, as if time itself had paused.

His breath sprayed on your face, and his enticing fragrance filled the air. His features were delicate, with bright eyes that curved like those of a kitten, and the dimples on his face added a touch of cuteness, in stark contrast to the hideous appearance of a typical demon.

"Are you blushing? My little angel~" He smiled at you, a smile so sweet that it captivated your soul.

"I… You… Go away!" The rosy blush on your cheeks resembled a quietly blooming cherry blossom. Your shy gaze wandered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Don't be so rude next time we meet!" He took advantage of the situation and moved even closer, his lips almost touching your ear, whispering softly.

"You…!" As you were about to turn around and swing your sword, he transformed into a purple mist and disappeared into thin air. Your empty attack left you infuriated.

"I will definitely kill you!"

"Lord Santan, why are you so interested in that angel? She's an angel of a demon slaying, you know?"

"Oh~ don't you think she is cute?" His subordinates could never understand his thoughts. How could they see an enemy killer as someone to get close to? They just didn't know, and couldn't comprehend.

"You know? Sometimes, it's a fate, something that no one can explain~"

Perhaps for him, teasing with his opponents was an extremely interesting thing to do. Or maybe, he was curious about the other side of you. You were an angel of demon slaying, ruthless and cruel, completely different from any angel he had encountered before. There was not a trace of angelic presence about you; instead, you seemed like an evil disguised as an angel.

He wanted to know more about everything concerning you because you were so different. Discovering your unknown side was like treasure hunting, both thrilling and triggering his limitless curiosity. Little did he know that he unintentionally fell into a rabbit hole named 'You'.

This was your second encounter.

"Ah-!!" This battle was even more difficult than you had imagined, and your side suffered heavy casualties. On the bloodied ground, cries of agony intertwined with the breath of death. The demon's threat surged like a tidal wave, while your troops, like lambs to the slaughter, had no means to resist.

Its acidic and poisonous saliva targeted your weak point, causing many soldiers to die from the toxins. Your side, uninvited, was scattered like sand, the defense line easily crumbled, and even you, who had experienced countless battles, found yourself in a desperate struggle.

"Tsk!" Black patterns spread up your arm, and a tearing pain engulfed your entire body, as if every inch of your skin was pierced by a knife, even preventing you from firmly gripping your weapon. You managed to suppress the outbreak of toxins in your body with the power of an angel, but the burden on your body is difficult to estimate.

The monster snarled and roared, leaping towards you with its hind legs. You struggled to jump up, barely avoiding its attack. This is not a sustainable solution, as it will only drain your strength and eventually kill you. This is something you can't accept, because you haven't even had the chance to seek revenge on the demon that teased you last time. How can you die before him?

Relying solely on your own power is not enough to defeat your opponent, but what if you use the soldiers? The situation might be different then. You gather the power within you, murmuring and manipulating flames that ignite the ground and spread towards your teammates. The flames consume the soldiers' bodies, distorting their muscles and bones. The raging fire devours their strength like a ferocious beast, causing the air in your vision to tremble with fluctuating waves.

You gather your strength, flames enveloping the tip of your sword as you swing it across the monster's throat. The raging fire explodes upon contact with the venom. The sound of the explosion, along with the soldiers' cries, rises and falls, finally ceasing as the monster falls.

Victory in battle is obtained through the sacrifice of soldiers - how cruel.

"Is it really this cruel? Will your God forgive you?" A mocking and slightly puzzled voice resounds in your ears. You sit weakly under a tree, looking up to see the demon with his hands crossed behind his back. Him again.

"Their deaths were worthwhile."

"Are these really words spoken by an angel?"

"As long as I can kill demons, I'm willing to be the executioner." Despite the pain from the toxins tormenting you, you refuse to show any signs of suffering. This is your last bit of stubbornness before "death."

He slowly walks to your side, his handsome face appearing in your sight, and a charming smile appears at the corner of his mouth once again. Seeing your blackened and decaying right hand, he reaches out meaningfully, as if taunting but also doubtingly asking, "Have you been poisoned?" You so desperately want to push away his filthy hand, but your arm is already powerless.

"You can just kill me directly, no need to pretend to be pitiful here."

"Oh don't say this, my angel. I said I was not here to fight with you." You stare at the man in front of you in disbelief, unable to understand his actions.

"So, what do you want? Insult me and watch me die from poisoning? Or do you want me to beg you to save me?"

"Why are you always so aggressive? Are you really an angel but not a demon?"

"I don't need to show my kindness to you, Evil."

"My name is not evil. I am San." He sighs helplessly, then his sharp nails pierce into your blackened wrist. You can't help but hiss in pain, and you weakly squeeze San's palm.

"Endure it, it will be fine soon." His words are as gentle as silk, and his gentle tone seems capable of melting any ice in people's hearts. "You endured the stimulation from the toxin, but you are in pain from a needle in your wrist?"

"I don't…" Like a mischievous child caught misbehaving, you stubbornly retort.

"I get it, I get it." He smiles indulgently. The black patterns on his hand gradually fade away, returning to San's fingertips along the contours of your arm. The pain gradually leaves your body, and the furrowed brow that was caused by the pain unfolds.

"Mmm, turning white~ Look at this~" He presents his fingertip and licks it, like a child eagerly awaiting your response. You look at your healed right hand in disbelief. Did he heal you? Why? Aren't demons and angels sworn enemies?

"You save me…?"

"What? Aren't you going to say thank you?" He pretends to be angry, pouting his lips slightly, and his eyebrows furrow slightly. This cute expression leaves you with no choice but to smile wryly.

"Oh~ So you can smile?" His eyes twinkle mischievously, once again teasing you. You quickly suppress your smile, crossing your legs and folding your arms, trying to keep your distance from him.

"Why did you save me? Shouldn't you kill me for revenge?" He looks up, pursing his lips and pondering for a moment, then meets your gaze again.

"Because it is fun~"

"What?" His nonchalant response leaves you speechless. What could be so fun about this?

"Mmm~ Didn't you say you wanted to kill me? How could you die before me?"

"Do you really not want to live longer?"

"No. I just want you to kill me, only you." He emphasizes the last two words with a serious tone, and his eyes, which were originally filled with smiles, suddenly become serious. He once again leans closer to your face, his voice sounding like a Siren in your ears. "You are the special one, my pretty."

"You…!" You struggle to push him away, but the moment your hand touches him, he once again turns into smoke and disappears, then reappears in front of you.

"Try harder next time, angel."

"Hey!… My name is not angel. I am Y/N." You don't know why you told him your name, and you don't know why you didn't attack him. A series of abnormal behavior surprises San. His lips twitch slightly, as if he can't help but reveal a smile, but he forcefully suppresses it.

"See you next time, Y/N."

Little do you know, the gears of fate between you and him had already quietly started turning from the moment you first met.

"Forgive me for being ignorant, why did you want to save her? Didn't you send the venom demon to attack the angel just to kill her?" His subordinate asked again in confusion. A terrifying smile appeared on San's face, he played with the gem containing the soul of the venom demon in his hand, slowly turned around, and met his subordinate's eyes.

"Who asked him to challenge my position?" He smashed the gem in his hand with one hand. The intact stone suddenly turned into millions of fragments. The soul inside floated away like smoke segments, and was finally absorbed by San.

"She's very useful, and…" He walked over to the crystal ball that glowed with purple light, reflecting your appearance on it.

"My nature told me…I want her."

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez oneshot #ateez smut #ateez x female reader #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez imagines #ateez san #ateez fluff

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Woooow Jamil jr really out here framing his dad for a crime he didn’t commit lol

HEHEHEEH, the first meeting story of the Evil Dad AU unlocked!

Yeah, Jamil kicks off the search because THERE'S A WARRENT FOR HIS ARREST. Kalim: Kalim: So…we should look into this right? Jamil: OBVIOUSLY

They get to the city and everyone they suspect of being a part of the gambling ring gives Jamil answers so easily. Because they think he's their boss and he looks pissed, nothing good comes from a pissed-off boss. they manage to get led to the main hideout building of the gambling ring on their first day in the city. But things can't be that easy right?

They get to the back table, both of them stunned to see a perfect copy of Jamil working a table and winning big.

Kalim: Kalim: Jamil? "Jamil": JJ under his UM, looking like Jamil, just bolts after catching Jamil's expression of pure murder. It's chaotic chase scene that ends with Jamil losing the fake in an alleyway. Jamil has no idea where the bastard went, so their stay extends until they can catch him. This happens on and off for like a week. Then, after one failed chase, Jamil noticed that there's a small opening in the wall. He takes note and goes back to the other alleys he lost the fake in. They all have small openings pointed to the walled off center of the city. Jamil: Hey…what's on the other side of these walls? NPC: Oh. That's all abandoned houses back there. They put the walls up so tourists didn't have to look at them.

Kalim and Jamil go in the middle of the night to explore the abandoned part of the city, not really sure what they're looking for other than scenes of life. Which they do find in the form of the local homeless population. While Jamil talks to them Kalim keeps looking through the houses. Kalim manages to find Yuu's hideout for JJ, noting how everything in the house looks decently new and well taken care of. Walking around, he finds actual JJ on the couch asleep. Kalim notices he really does look just like Jamil but much younger. Kalim isn't very bright but boy does have eyes Kalim: Kalim: By the seven. Jamil has a SON….

A statement that wakes JJ up and he instantly pulls a knife on Kalim. Jamil shows up to find 'Fake Jamil' with a knife to Kalim's throat JJ: Stay away or he's dead! Jamil is about to use deadly force. Impressed or not, he needs Kalim to maintain control over the Asim's trade lines but Kalim calls out to stop him. Kalim: Jamil no! He's just a kid! JJ: Shut up!? Kalim: It's an illusion! He's like 9! JJ: FUCK YOU, I'M 11-Damn it. JJ goes for broke and shoves Kalim at Jamil to make a run for it. Final parkour chase scene of Jamil chasing down JJ in the abandoned city. It ends with JJ trying to scale a building o escape Jamil, only for a part to break off and he goes falling down. Jamil manages to save him and now he's got an armful of a tiny version of himself. Jamil, thinking: 11...11 Years ago. Who was I even with 11 years-? *Flash of Yuu in a belly dancer outfit asking him about the 'fabled' snake scepter that she stole the ruby eyes out of * Jamil:

They take JJ with them back to the house they're staying in and interrogate him. The first question being, 'Where's your mother?'. To which they find out that JJ hasn't seen Yuu in about a year, but she still sends JJ his monthly allowance to buy food and do general home upkeep, so he assumes she's still alive. And Kalim asks the most burning question he has.

Kalim: What's JJ stand for? JJ: JJ: I wanna talk about something else- Jamil: No. What does it stand for? JJ: JJ: Jamil Junior- Jamil: REALLY???? JJ: LOOK- Jamil: YOU KNOWINGLY FRAMED YOUR OUR FATHER!? JJ: LOOK

JJ spends the night at their home, Kalim and Jamil prepping to bring JJ back with them. This is Jamil's kid! Kalim can't leave him to fend for himself and Jamil plans to use JJ to try to lure Yuu out of hiding so he can FINALLY put her in a cage himself. Only for the two of them to wake up the next day to find JJ GONE. Luckily they both know where he is and it's back in the fucking illegal gambling house, disguised as Jamil, AGAIN.

Jamil: JJ! JJ, counting his money: I'm busy- Jamil: Get over here. Get over here, right now. JJ: In a minute. Sorry folks, my brother and I gotta talk about something. Back in a few! JJ shoves Jamil and Kalim out into one of the alleys and drops his UM; an angry, small 11-year-old boy glaring up at Jamil. JJ: WHAT!? Jamil: Don't you fucking raise your voice at me... Jamil states that they are LEAVING, JJ is coming with them whether he likes it or not. JJ counters that while it's nice having such a 'loving father', he doesn't plan on leaving. He will try to not get another warrant sent for Jamil's arrest though. Jamil, counter-counters by just picking JJ up and tucking him under his arm. Which while the fastest move was not the best move. JJ is screaming and kicking the whole way out of the city, Kalim beside them all smiles and saying how much JJ is gonna love their house and how much new stuff they'll get him. At a point, Jamil Snake Whispers JJ to sleep, so that he'll stop pitching a fit. Cue JJ waking up nearly a day later in a new city, in his new room, all decked out like a mini Scarabian prince. Sleepily glaring at Jamil bringing him some food.

Jamil: Jamil: Good morning- JJ: You motherfucker- Jamil: That's right. I did fuck your mother. That's how you got here. You're welcome. From there, it's multiple failed escape attempts. But, JJ is getting harder to keep trapped and then Kalim delivers the news that Yuu's been captured and an execution date has been set.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #jamil viper #kalim al asim #twst fankid #fankids #evil dad au

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factual-fantasy · 6 months

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Good day Factual! Hope you're starting to feel a bit better- colds that just refuse to go away are the worst! Glad you've been having some fun playing and drawing Pokemon in the meantime though- and thanks a million for giving us all that great art of Grimace! Him and Sylvester definitely have a wholesome, brotherly bond, and it would be sweet to see some more of them someday, though as always, draw whatever you wish! In the meantime, as a little side Ask- could you tell us how you met them perhaps? Both in game and in "story"? Did you catch them like usual Pokemon, or did they join willingly?

And as for my main Ask- I thought I'd inquire about two of my favorite lesser known Mario enemies, and their places in your AU- starting with the fire spitting, three horned menaces, the Reznors!

Despite them essentially just being chibified triceratops, I've always liked their designs, their pack mentality, and the goofy noises they make! Sadly, Nintendo hasn't used them for much other than a couple gimmicky mini bosses, but I figure if the Bowser of your AU had a few, he'd put them to much better use! Just spitballing here, but you've come up with some cool ideas of how the Koopas use various other creatures- what if they used tamed Reznors as battle mounts, like how humans have used elephants! Imagine the Koopas armoring them up, loading troops on to their backs, and then charging into battle, bullet bills a-blazing! ( Just my idea- what do you think? )

And then the other enemy I wanted to mention, is the rarely remembered, deadly dino from w 1-1 of Super Mario World- the Rex!

They were powerful, speedy critters with a nasty bite- and while Nintendo rarely makes use of them nowadays, many fans still hold them and their lore implications close to their hearts- due to their uncanny resemblance to Yoshis... Because of this, many have theorized they share a common Ancestor- though others fear that perhaps a form of evil magic was involved- which, I think would be a perfect fit for your AU! Since your Kamek has showcased powerful, corruptive magics in the past- what if he created the Rexs, either by mutating captured Yoshis, or enchanting stolen Yoshi eggs before they hatched!? Either way, id imagine they would be just as large and aggressive as your yoshis- and serve the Koopas well as guard dogs, or perhaps as alternative mounts- being weaker, but more nimble and agile than a Reznor. But what's your take? Would either of these guys make the cut? Or not be included at all- ( which would be fine too, I just wanted to ask, and pitch some ideas! )

(Grimace and Sylvester art in question)

Hey there! Unfortunately I'm going downhill a bit, I think my cold is really startin to take me down. Which is just wonderful 🥲 at least I have Pokemon Scarlet to keep my mind busy!

Speaking of Pokemon, Grimace and Sylvester actually do have a story to them..

Starting with Grimace, I actually kinda got him on accident due to a 3 day long brain fart. Let me explain- <XD

So picture this. It's early in the game and I spot a Duskull. I think "Oh cool! Dusknoir is my favorite pokemon! I gotta catch one so he'll eventually evolve into a Dusknoir! :D" So I catch one and name him Dusty.

I ran around with Dusty, training him, loving him, feeding him sandwiches, the works, for 3 days or so. 3. Real life. Days.

It's only when I'm a about to go to bed and I'm thinking about him that I realized..

Dusty is a Gastly. Not a Duskull. He will eventually turn into a Gengar. Not a Dusknoir.

I still can't figure out how I looked at a Gastly and had my brain go "catch one! It'll turn into a Dusknoir! :DD"

So anyways, I didn't really want a Gengar.. but by the time I had noticed my mistake, I had already gotten attached to the big guy. So I accepted defeat, renamed him Grimace and gave up on my dreams of having a Dusknoir. I'll get a Dusknoir in legends Arceus anyways it's fine- <XD

Now Sylvester...

I knew right when I started the game that I wanted a female Sylveon. That was a big goal of mine. And I knew of a place early on in the game where there was a chance for Eevee to spawn. So I ate a sandwich that increased my normal type spawn rate and hunted for a while.

It was quite the drag since Eevees we're still a rare spawn.. but I was able to find some and catch them all. Though there was one peoblem. Every single Eevee I encountered was male! I wanted a female eevee!

It was a few hours into Eevee hunting that I went and Googled the female to male ratio on Eevees. Females have like a 12% spawn rate... Whoops. Looks like I'm not gonna find a female eevee this early on in the game....

But I still wanted a Sylveon.. 🥺

So I did some thinking. I imagined my trainer as a character. I picture them catching a male Eevee and loving him just the way he is. Saying that he doesn't have to evolve for them. Classic Eevee/trailer relationship. And I imagined the Eevee being so happy with this trainer and loving his team so much, that he evolved into a Sylveon. And he's not ashamed at all! His form is the ultimate expression of his love for his friends and his trainer!

I also pictured tweaking Sylvester's body type to make him apear more masculine. Changing the shape of his bows and ears to look sharper. Making his eyes a bit smaller and making his paws pointier.

Point is, the story I built in my head and all the drawing ideas this gave me... Plus my inability to catch a female eevee.. resulted in me adopting one of the male Eevees and evolving him into a Sylveon XD

Anyways XD as for your Mario questions...

I'm actually unfamiliar with those enemies <:0 though having a little more diversity in the Koopa kingdom would be good.. perhaps I could look into the Reznors a bit more and incorporate them somehow.. like you said, making them battle mounts or something similar..

Now the Rex, what an odd critter.. definitely haven't seen that guy before- :00 he really does look a lot like a Yoshi.. I'd have to look into those guys a bit too before I decided what to do with them.. but I'm liking your ideas! Kamek corrupting Yoshi eggs or something similar to make more mindless drones.. that's something he would do! 😅 But I'd probably takes away the Rex wings.. Yoshis can't fly! ☝️

Aaaanywho, thank you as always for the ask and interest! :}} This distraction came at a very good time 🥹💔

#my response #pokemon scarlet and violet #haunter #sylveon #super Mario bros

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kissingmilfs · 1 year

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sleeping with the enemy | natasha romanoff

summary: part of the dream girl evil! au something had to be done. everyone was sick of the fighting. but maybe being trapped in a van with natasha wasn’t entirely the worst idea. prequel to 🫀

cw: hate fucking, degradation, name calling, sorta pet play, mentions of weed and alcohol, slight blood, consensual(ish) bullying

word count: 4.1k

a/n: my gf @pocolottie did the banner! it’ll be posted to ao3 too.

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you’re all squeezed in the back of Sam's dad’s company van. it’s a little silly pulling up to a college bonfire in a white van with a fishing company’s decal on the sides. our friend group is comprised of seven people originally. wanda invited some random boy from her chemistry lab. sam invited his sister because bucky gets really awkward around her and it’s funny seeing a drunk bucky trying to flirt with sarah.

it’s already hard enough sharing an opened, public space with natasha. even when you’re feet apart, there’s always something negative for natasha to spew at you. even if the girl is quiet, you can feel natasha throwing you disgusted looks. naturally it sucks having the girl sitting directly across from you with five other people squished around.

steve texted to warn about the tight squeeze in the van. the natural peace maker wanting to make sure everyone spends the ride without getting murdered. before they swung around to your dorm, you took two shots of some cheap tequila. you hung outside, smoking a joint, able to indulge since soccer season ended.

you needed all the help you could get. sometimes you tell yourself that you can handle natasha’s constant attacking and horrid attitude. but then natasha will glare at you and all your reservations are dropped. you saw the van bank the corner, ashed your joint and hopped into the back. natasha’s dorm is before yours, so naturally you were met with her face first.

the alcohol and the weed help maintain your calm composure. you say, “sup,” to everyone and climb into the van. once sam confirms you’re in safely and somewhat comfortably he drives off, heading to the clearing in the woods. your knees are pulled up to your chest, allowing your chin to rest on them. you’re listening to the lull of random conversations from everyone in the van. you even thought to yourself, “wow this is nice,” right before natasha opened her mouth.

natasha cannot resist truthfully. you make yourself an easy target for the girl. there’s always something for natasha to single out and make fun of. you dont even hide your disdain or contempt. she loves seeing a reaction come from you. something about seeing the muscles in your jaw tighten, or your eyebrows furrow with anger, continues the little game for natasha.

“it smells fucking rank in here.” natasha deadpans while staring directly at you.

you open your mouth then quickly close it. wanda leans over bucky and takes a whiff from you. both her and bucky exchange knowing glances and she giggles.

“its just weed, natasha. chill out.” bucky mumbles with a shrug, not wanting to spend another 20 minutes with both of them going at it.

natasha throws bucky a horrid stare and he retreats into himself like a scared puppy. wanda soothingly rubs his shoulder then glances over apologetically at you. you sigh, momentarily closing your eyes. the thought of entertaining natasha and her usual antics makes the tequila in your stomach churn.

“what? nothing to say, y/l/n? you must’ve really fried your brain with that shit.” natasha’s words are filled with disgust.

you open your eyes again, deadly staring at the girl across from you. “what do you want me to say, hm? i don’t owe you anything. you’re the only one with the fucking problem.”

natasha scrunches her face with one eyebrow raised. “oh? you don’t think the way you smell affects me? or anyone else in the van? maybe they’re all too coward to say anything.”

everyone in the van grumbles, muttering something about how they’re not cowards, or that they don’t care. it does not seem to phase natasha. she’s relentless and goes in for more.

“no wonder you’re such a pathetic athlete. matter of fact, i wonder how your coach would feel hearing what his star player gets up to during off season.”

“jesus…give me a fucking break. maybe you should try smoking some time. you’ll get that stick out of your ass. it’s probably making you constipated and that’s why you’re such a fucking bitch.” your hand curls into a fist against the fabric of your pants. you can feel the anger starting to boil in your veins. this is precisely what you wanted to avoid.

and on the other hand, natasha is failing miserably at hiding her pleased expression. it’s all part of natasha’s favorite game. pushing and pushing until you finally snap. natasha would be lying, if she said the malice in your tone did not excite her and incentive her to keep verbally attacking you.

“and what? become a burnt out loser like yourself? unlike you, i don’t plan on riding on the coattails of my college experience for the rest of my life. some of us have goals and ambitions.”

i scoff, rolling my eyes, trying my best to regain some control over my senses. “right, okay, whatever, natasha. you keep telling yourself that being a cheerleader and majoring in floral arrangements will get you far in life. your future looks like getting on your knees every time you need allowance money from your ugly, cheating husband.”

everyone in the van gasps loudly. you hear sarah, sam’s sister, saying “oh shit.” you do feel a bit embarrassed everyone had to hear and see you like this. no matter how many times you and natasha fight, part of you feels guilty for doing it in front of everyone. natasha simply never knows when to chill. the silence that follows is bone chilling. no one dares utter a word in fear of retaliation from natasha.

natasha, herself, is taken back by the words. she’s dangerously quiet which everyone, yourself included, knows isn’t a good sign. all natasha can do for now is stare at you while threats and insults brew in her mind. you think about apologizing, but then that would make you look weak. confirming everything natasha has ever said about you. you know it is in your best interest and everyone’s safety for you to shut up. stop while you’re ahead. but then again when has the other girl ever backed down? you decide probably to do the dumbest thing possible in the situation.

“hey, sam, mind rolling down those windows?”

sam obliges, letting the crisp air into the van. you pull out the container that holds a half smoked joint and another full one. you rummage around your pockets for the lighter, securing it after a few seconds. the filter rests snuggly between your lips. you nudge natasha’s foot with yours, making sure the girl is watching. then with a quick flick of your lighter, the joint is sparked.

you take a deep inhale then meticulously blow the smoke directly into natasha’s direction. you track the uptick of her plump lips. her jawline becoming more prominent as she grinds her teeth. you can even see natasha digging her perfectly manicured nails into her skin.

“you know…weed is proven to help sexual libido. so maybe it’ll help loosen—“

the van comes to an abrupt stop before you can finish. you’re all jostled around by the unexpected motion. from the view out the windshield, you’re most likely already at the party. sam slams his door shut and opens the back doors. everyone climbs out in somewhat uniformed fashion, you and natasha the first to exit. everyone stretches their limbs, giddy about leaving the confined space and ready for a party.

natasha starts walking away, but sam stops her by the shoulder. she glares at him yet he doesn’t falter. bucky taps on yours and you peel your eyes away from natasha and sam.

“you gotta get back in the van.” bucky whispers with his usual soft yet annoyed tone.

“huh? why? are we leaving or something?’

bucky sighs and shakes his head. “no, nothing like that, just…you gotta go back in. or me and rogers will make you. c’mon.” he steps aside, extending his arm towards the van.

you raise your eyebrows inquisitively, but decide not to protest, simply getting back into the van. the boys are having a lot harder time with natasha. funny considering she’s eight inches shorter and one hundred pounds lighter than all three of them. watching the scene unfold is a bit comical. sam, calmly, asking natasha to listen and not walk off. bucky standing behind her with crossed arms and steve on one side, looking very much worried and frightened. you can see natasha attempt to walk away, but sam grabs her arm. that causes natasha to snap.

she swiftly turns around and knees sam in the balls. sam keels over, cupping his wounded groin. steve’s face turns blank then looks to bucky for help. bucky already moved towards natasha, looping an arm around her waist, lifting the girl over his shoulder. like a petulant child throwing a tantrum, natasha thrashes and screams and pounds her fists into bucky’s back. her blows are landing hard, it seems like, considering bucky winces every time natasha’s fists forcefully meet his back. steve hurriedly grabs the van door for bucky. natasha is gently sat down and they both wait until she gets the hint. she rolls her eyes dramatically, scooting back, almost hitting my legs.

“good. so. we’ve all had enough with the constant fighting.” bucky starts off, rubbing his shoulder.

sam finally reappears with a pissed off expression on his face. “it’s becoming too much. you both ruin the fun every time we all hang out. it’s embarrassing bringing my sister around.”

“we don’t expect you both to become best friends or anything.” steve speaks up.

sam slams one door shut. “but the fighting needs to stop. you two need to figure out how to get along. or at least ignore each other.”

“there’s a child lock on the van door. you can’t escape. the windows are rolled down, so don’t worry about dying or anything. we’ll check back in like 45 minutes. if you need something text wanda. she’s the designated driver for tonight, so she’ll have enough sense.” bucky closes the other door, watching your shocked expressions before leaving you both here with one another.

you’re blinking back your shock, trying to gain some understanding. yeah, you and natasha fought a lot, but was locking you guys in the van really the solution? if anything, only one of you will come out alive.

“close your mouth. even with the window open, i don’t need you stinking up the air.” natasha’s back is leaning against the frame of the van with her legs extended and crossed by the ankle.

“fuck off.”

“brilliant idea! but i can’t, dummy. don’t know if you were listening, you dimwit. we’re trapped here for 45 minutes.”

you move towards the mesh barrier separating the driver’s side and the back of the van. you kneel with your side pressed against the divider, then spark your joint again. but this time, you blow the smoke through the mesh, not in the mood to further aggravate the girl.

natasha intently watches your movements. it surprises her that you have an ounce of consideration. she never ponders too hard on pushing your buttons. it comes like second nature at this point. part of the fun is the audience and humiliating you constantly in front of the friend group. natasha finds that entertaining, not embarrassing, considering that’s an emotion she rarely feels. natasha holds her tongue for now though.

you make note of the quietness. never knowing natasha to shut her mouth. unlike natasha you prefer the silence. you rather never talk to natasha again than fight incessantly. once the joint is finished you check the time—only six minutes have passed. sighing, you adjust back into a sitting position.

you take the time to check natasha out. her tight denim skirt hugs her thighs perfectly, but barely conceals the black underwear underneath. natasha’s baby tee accentuates her breasts and gives them an unneeded, but very welcomed lift. her curtain bangs tickle her eyelashes as her ginger hair rests below her collarbone. you always loved how natasha cut her hair, thinking the layered look frames her face perfectly.

this is all compared to your baggy green cargo pants with the band of your boxers, peeking through, and a basic white tank top that compresses your breasts comfortably. funnily enough, you both are without bras and the chillness of the air causes both your nipples to stay hardened. it seems illogical, but you feel natasha’s eyes on them. as if she’s mentally willing your tank top to remove itself. you shift your eyes to natasha’s face, almost gasping at the look in her eyes. there’s a hunger in them. those emerald orbs staring at you like prey soon to be hunted.

one of natasha’s wickedly delicious smirks appears on her lips. she presses her hands on either side of her body against the floor of the van.

“c’mere.” natasha gestures her head to the empty spot next to her.

you quirk an eyebrow, staring dumbfounded at the other girl. “are you gonna like bite me or something?”

natasha cackles, “you’ll have to beg nicely. now do what i say. i don’t like repeating myself, y/l/n.”

instead of protesting like usual, you sigh and nod, crawling over to natasha’s side. the girl turns her body slightly to look at you. the grin that spreads on natasha’s face sends chills down your spine.

“you know…sometimes i think you like fighting with me. it makes you feel alive. none of those silly, little girls you play with can compete. if you really wanted us to stop fighting, i don’t think you’d let me get under your skin so easily.”

“are you jealous or something? do you want to be one of those girls? is that that this is all about?”

natasha barks out a heinous laughter, throwing her head back. of course, your scope of the situation is small minded, limited to only your perspective. natasha calms down and shakes her head.

“absolutely not. i have a lot more self respect than those airheaded bimbos.”

you roll your eyes, huffing at natasha’s comment and shifting away from the other girl. you’re not sure why you’re letting natasha continue her berating and treatment. but where else could you go? all you do is listen and either fight back or stay quiet. natasha glares at you, once she notices your movements. she grabs the collar of your tank top, forcing you back while bringing you even closer than before.

“did i say you could move away? that’s your problem. empty headed and stubborn. never following directions.” natasha’s hold on your collar loosens, but she keeps you close.

“now…let’s try this again. i’ll give you instructions. you’ll listen. no back talk. i’m not afraid to hurt you. i’ll gladly make you feel some pain.”

natasha’s smile is sickly sweet. it’s tempting, yet stupid, to place an inch of trust in the girl. but maybe it’s not trust. but fear and…want. the curiosity gets the best of you. the weed and traces of tequila corrupt your senses. you should know better. despite the logic screaming in the back of your head, you nod along to natasha’s words.

“see? isn’t that easier?”

natasha’s eyes rakes down your body, tilting her head as if she’s just noticing you. noticing your developed figure with more muscles than the average 21 year old girl. perhaps she understands the allure. the stupid, lustful urge to fake stupidity at a chance of sleeping with you. but natasha regards herself to a much higher status than the girls on her team. it’s the reason she is team captain after all. every hive needs a queen bee.

“take off your shirt.” natasha commands.

she already dropped her hand from the collar. natasha patiently waits for you to follow the instructions. natasha arches an eyebrow when you haven’t made any movements. somehow that incentives you, pulling the tank top over your head and tossing it aside. the sudden rush of the chilly air hardens your nipples even more. your arms instinctively cover your chest needing the warmth and protection. both from the air and natasha’s predatory eyes.

natasha reaches over, peels your arms by digging her nails into your skin. “you don’t get to touch until i’m done with you.”

your breathing falters, heart skipping a beat at the sensation that washes over you. natasha’s faux sweet smile returns on her face. the other girl wastes no time. her hand finding solace on one breast, pinching and twisting your nipple. natasha’s smile spreads once you wince. the undeniable pleasure makes it hard to pretend you’re not into it. you cannot control arching your back into natasha’s unrelenting touch.

natasha’s fingers continue playing with your nipple. she finds the exact roughness that makes you pant. you need more though. even as natasha tugs and pulls, rolling your nipple between her fingers, it only makes you crave more. you unexpectedly let out a low moan. natasha chuckles, pausing her fingers.

“you want more, puppy? it’s not enough? huh? speak.”

your eyes feel heavy as you lift them up to stare into natasha’s. you try your best to form coherent thoughts. but all you can do is nod and say, “yes.”

“yes, what? you’ll have to do better than that. c’mon. you can be a good dog. tell me what you want.”

“more. i need more.”

the response isn’t enough for natasha. she slaps her hand across your breast. immediately afterwards the hand is pressed and wrapped around your throat. you’re still reeling and recovering from the slap. natasha whispers in a firm and clear voice.

“i know there’s more thoughts in that head. you’re not completely a dumb slut. you know what i want. c’mon.”

natasha squeezes the sides of your throat. the additional pressure does nothing for forming those sentences she wants out of you. your thoughts are leaking out of you as the time passes. the more natasha demands of you and touches you—the more your wetness pools more into your boxers. but natasha is right. you do know what she wants. the demanding tone of her voice paired with her roughness makes it clear. you wish you could spit out a, fuck you. yet where would that get you?

you groan once natasha tugs you by the neck, your lips brushing against each other. “f-fine. fine. god. please…natasha…i need more. i need you to fuck me…please.”

“ah! good puppy! you did it! see? you just need to be trained.”

natasha crashes her lips into yours as soon as the last words leave hers. you both moan at the immediate contact. all the years of fighting and hatred built up for this one moment. everything momentarily made sense. it clicked. natasha doesn’t ask for permission as her tongue creeps into your mouth. her grip is still firm on your neck. you graciously allow the girl access without hesitation. with quickness natasha sucks on your tongue making the most obscene noises to grace your ears.

you’re not sure when it happened, but natasha’s free hand already loosened the button on your pants and the zipper. it’s only when you feel the girl’s hand cupping your soaked pussy through your boxers that you noticed. your hips instinctively buck into the girl’s hand. natasha bites your lip in retaliation. once her teeth are removed, you taste a familiar metallic taste on your teeth.

“what the fuck natasha?” you touch your lips, pulling away slightly, to inspect the blood.

natasha only smiles, revealing a little bit of blood on her lips too. natasha rises on her knees, not saying a word, as she rolls her black thong down her legs. she sits back down next to you, in order to remove it completely. your eyes sparkle hopefully. the idea of fucking natasha or even tasting the cheerleader drives you crazy beyond repair. but natasha has other ideas.

once her thong is secured in hand, natasha commands, “open up, mutt.”

you obey, naturally, as natasha crumples the thong into a ball and shoves it into your mouth. as your eyes widen both in disbelief and at the faint taste of natasha, the girl pats your head.

“dogs have to be muzzled until they learn to obey and listen.”

you cannot even process the magnitude of her words before natasha’s hand slides down your boxers. her fingers dance across your tiny bush. you widen your legs in response. you’re practically panting, like the mutt natasha claims you are. her fingertips are already met with your slick. you don’t even know how it was possible to already be this wet. you must’ve been turned on a lot earlier and faster than you realized. you hold your breath when natasha briefly circles your clit, but it doesn’t last long.

without much warning, natasha sinks two fingers deep inside of you. you almost choke on the spit gathering in your throat. natasha surprises you by leaning into your neck, kissing and biting your neck. your eyes practically roll into the back of your head. your moans are muffled but natasha can still hear them. she curls her fingers then starts pumping them languidly. it’s definitely her way of teasing you, making you desperate for more. and you are. natasha savors the feeling of your pussy snug around her fingers. how warm and wet you feel every time her fingers move inside you. with each stroke, natasha can feel more of your wetness pooling around them.

but it’s still not enough. you know it and natasha knows it. natasha peels herself off your neck, removing the makeshift gag. an immediate whine leaves your lips. natasha rolls her eyes at your desperation.

“beg, mutt.”

natasha’s fingers have stalled until she gets what she wants. the girl stares expectantly. waiting with a subtle smile on her face because natasha knows.

“please, nat, faster…harder…it’s not enough, please. please, i’ll be good.”

“you will? then say you’re a pathetic mutt. then i’ll consider it.”

tears form in your eyes, as natasha starts moving her fingers in and out of you again. only giving you small doses of what you want.

“c’mon, say it.”

“i’m…fuck…okay. i’m a pathetic mutt. please.”

natasha’s giddiness translates into a giggle. she cannot believe she’s able to push you this far. it was almost too easy. natasha pretends to think it over. you’re about to protest but the thong is back in your mouth. then her fingers slam into you repeatedly, over and over, unrelenting and with no hesitation. through your muffled moans and cries, you can hear the squelching sounds of your cunt being fucked. natasha captures her bottom lip between her teeth. you’re completely blissed out. your head tipped back, bare chest rising and falling dramatically and eyes barely open. natasha can feel you tighten around her fingers. you whine pathetically not wanting to come so quickly. but natasha doesn’t care. somehow her fingers move even harder, pushing you even further to the edge. then her thumb sloppily massages circles over your clit. that’s all it takes for you to see white. the gag pushes out slightly. you bite down on it once your orgasm reaches its head.

you can hear natasha laughing, but it all sounds underwater to you. her fingers never once stop their force and speed. it’s all becoming too overwhelming as you attempt to squirm and wiggle out from her grasp. natasha’s free hand finds the back of your head. her fingers tangle in your hair, forcefully jerking your head back.

“only i get to tell you when you’re done, mutt.” natasha seethes near your ear. a text chimes on both your phones. time must be up soon. natasha groans, pulling her fingers out of your cunt.

the sudden empty feeling makes you almost weep. you stare at natasha with widened eyes. you can’t tell if you’re embarrassed or still horribly turned on. natasha removes her underwear before wiping her wet fingers on your chest. you watch as natasha shoves her thong into her tiny purse.

“don’t just fucking look at me. get dressed.”

once you’re dressed and somewhat decent again, you open your camera, noticing your busted lip. there’s bite marks on your neck and a few small hickeys.

“what the fuck natasha…c’mon. how am i supposed to explain this to everyone?”

you angle your neck towards the girl. natasha barely acknowledges them and shrugs. her expression is indifferent. natasha doesn’t even bother replying because the van door opens. the boys all stare nervously, like they’re half expecting to find a dead body. natasha pushes you off to the side, scooting out of the van, as if nothing happened.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #black widow #dream girl evil!au #natasha romonova #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you

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dahliamalfoy97 · 1 year

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THRONE- Douma au, Douma x reader x a little bit of Akaza

Synopsis: the reader is a devoted follower of the demon Prince Douma and is helplessly in love with him and simply just wants to please him. Eventually Akaza joins in on the fun.

Warning: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, very kinky and very hardcore smut so please proceed with caution. Dacryphilia, masochist kink, exhibitionist kink, Praise kink, Degrading kink, choking, slapping, spitting, blowjobs, oral sex, penetration, double penetration, anal sex, murder, all sorts of dirty things so again please proceed with caution. And please enjoy!

You made your way to the throne room, with the prince's favorite dinner. You were a servant of Prince Douma, the current heir to the Demon Kingdom.

He had kidnapped you from your family and had forced you to serve him however he pleased. But to be honest your family had been horrible and had been close to selling you a sex slave in order to make a living. But before they could do that. Prince Douma had invaded your home, slaughtered your family and took you in as his own personal servant. But unlike your family, all you had to do for him was serve him food, run errands and sometimes kill people for him. He never touched you in anyway. And provided you with the finest clothes. All made of silk. And despite him being your captor, you couldn't help but be grateful to him. He had saved you.

He had a reputation for being evil, killing for fun. A true devil. But you never saw him as that. Actually you kind of got off on his sadistic side. Something about his dark side drew you to him. You found yourself often dreaming about him at night. Wanting to serve him in other ways.

You'd do anything for him.

Right now you wore a red silk kimono. His favorite color. There were slits for both legs to slide through. Your breasts peaked through the neckline, and a sash barely kept you clothed. You wanted to take your service to the next level. Your long hair was done up in a messy bun so your neck was exposed.

His eyes immediately focused on you, the minute you entered. Those rainbow eyes scanned you up and down shamelessly, as he sat in his usual casual position. Legs spread out, laid back, and his elbow perched on the armrest. While his face rested in the palm of his hand. His silver hair fell in waves to his waist. He was dressed in a red sweater , a white kimono and red silky pants. He was beautiful in a deadly way. Like a snake luring you into his trap. But you weren't afraid. Nothing would stop the unhealthy rapid way your heart pounded in your chest.

"Hello little lamb," he greets in that musical lilt of his.

"Hello, my Lord ," you bowed your head as you nearer the steps to his throne.

"You are dressed quite lovely today," he notes, "red is my favorite color and I love it even more now seeing it on you."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"But I didn't summon you, so what brings you here?"

You bite your lip, "I want to serve you better, my lord."

You glance up to see his eyes widen with curiosity, "but you are already my best servant."

You can't help but blush, "I think you're being modest."

He tilts his head, rainbow irises turning into crescents, "I mean you do everything I tell you without hesitation or complaint- despite what I did to your family."

"My family deserved their face," you said protest, "you saved me, honestly."

At this he laughs, "ever so gracious too, and brave. Most humans would fear me, especially with my appetite for blood and other things. But you? You look at me like I hung the moon and stars in the sky, and I can't help but find you adorable. So as in a thanks to being my most loyal servant, I will reward you, tell me do you want new dresses? Money?"

You shake your head, taking a bold step up the steps that lead up to his throne, he watches with newfound interest and amusement. But something else flashed in those vibrant eyes.

Once you get to the top, you kneel down in between his legs, "no, my lord dresses and money will never compare to giving you great pleasure if you let me."

He reaches forward gripping your chin, with a thoughtful expression, heat coursed through your veins at the mere touch. All it took was one simple touch and you knew you were a mess down below. You ached for him in places that no man had gone before. "Just know if you do this, you're forever bound to me. Which means your soul, your pussy, everything, belongs to me. For all eternity."

You nod, "I know that's all I want. All I've ever wanted was to be yours."

"That's awfully, bold but you've never been a meek one, i know you crave my darkness," he says, his normally tenor voice just slightly lower, his hand caresses you cheek softly, tracing down to your exposed neck, a predatory grin surfaces that shoots straight to your throbbing core. You bite your lip.

"Please my lord," you plead softly, "I'd do anything for you."

"Anything? Hmm?"

You nod.

"Would you kill for me?"

"Absolutely."

He chuckles, "would you die for me?"

"Of course."

"And would you sell your soul, possibly become a demon in order to be with me?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Well?" He pushes, his hand trailing back up to your chin, his thumb brushing along the bottom of your lip.

"Fuck yes," you hiss.

He laughs, pleased, "good, than you may proceed, little lamb. Please me and I might reward you."

You nod eagerly, you trail your hand up his thigh, continuing until you reach your destination. You palm him through the silky fabric. To your surprise he's already hard underneath your touch. Massive too. You glance up at him wide eyes in shock.

"Yes, little lamb, that's what you do to me every day, you're not the only one that wants this, especially when you're wearing my favorite color. Making me want you even more."

With this new found encouragement, you hastily undo his buckle. Tugging his pants down, you grip his hard length and pull it out. Gripping it with your small hands. His mere size was alone to make your mouth water. Long, thick and veiny. You stroke him, feeling him, mesmerized by the hot heavy feeling.

"Like what you see?" He chuckles, those bright orbs teasing.

“Absolutely,” you murmur, “you’re massive.”

Slowly, you bend your head down and take his head in his mouth. He hitches a breath when run the seam of your lips long his crown. Up and down in a teasing manner. His hands lace with your hair to pull it out of your face. But they remain there in tight grip. You feel him pulsing in your hand as you slowly lick down the side of his shaft and back up again before going up to suck the tip in lightly, causing his precum to leak out to which you immediately flick your tongue over to taste. Letting his salty cum coat your tongue.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises. You continue this light teasing of grazing his shaft with your lips and going back to suck on his tip, soft moans falling out of his lips as he stares at you. His usual rainbow irises have darkened with lust. You continue to gather precum and saliva to slide it up and down his cock. Gripping the base of his cock you bring in the tip even further into your mouth. Slacking your jaw so you can take him in further. His thick girth stretching your lips wide, as continuing to suck his crown and sucking the underside of his cock. Glancing up, he was turning into a moaning mess. You stroke him as you continue to play with him, sucking and licking along his length. Letting your teeth graze his hot veins lightly, causing him to groan.

“Who knew that the little lamb would be such a fucking tease.”

You look at him wide with innocent eyes but there’s a small smirk. Focusing back on his cock, you force yourself to take it in deeper. Choking slightly at the stretch. You pull off only to take him in some more, finally when it seems like he’s in all the way, to where he hits the back of your throat, you begins bobbing your head up and down. Gagging each you go all the way down. Your nose hitting his pubic bone. His moans going higher and becoming more loud encourage you to go faster.

“Fuck, that’s a good little lamb,” his cracks slightly. “Your mouth is made for my cock. It takes it so well.”

His words of praise shoot straight to your core. You reach between your skirt. To which you have no panties underneath which catches his attention. Watching as you start to play with yourself.

“Does your pretty little cunt need some attention too, little lamb?”

You only can hum in response.

“Do you want me to fuck your needy pussy?”

Again you can only hum for your mouth is stuffed full, he tsks in disapproval. Without warning he roughly yanks your head off his cock, chuckling as a string of saliva connected to your lips and his cock. Before his gaze darkens.

“I asked you a question, slut.”

You whimper as he degrades you in that musical lilt of his. He grips your chin roughly. Before forcefully pushing your mouth back on his cock, pushing your head all the way down, causing you to gag. Tears stream down at the sudden brutality but it only turned you on even more to see the true sinister look in his eyes. To see that usual smiling face shift into something dark and cunning.

“What can’t answer because your mouth is too full of my cock?” He mocks. Yanking your head up and then forcing it down again. Seeming to get pure satisfaction of you struggling to take his cock each time. “What a pathetic slut.”

He begins thrusting up into your mouth. The back of his hitting the back of your throat harshly. Not letting you adjust at all, he laughs when you gag and cry, not letting up on his brutal assault on your mouth.

He grips your throat squeezing slightly with his long hands, causing you to choke at the sudden lack of air.

“It’s so fûcking entertaining seeing you choke on my cock, your tears also turn me on so much.” He smirks. “ you cry so pretty for me.”

You’re dripping now, you could feel your arousal pooling on the ground at his rough manhandling.

“Are dripping down there?” He taunts, “I can smell your arousal. Tell me, do you like me being rough with you and using you like the dirty whore you are ?”

“Mhfffm”

He chokes you again, “I can’t hear slut, you’re mouth is full. Didn’t your parents ever teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”

You whimper at his words, loving how he taunted you.

Soon he’s shooting down your mouth, tugging you off of him. Forcing your mouth open, “fûcking swallow everything.”

You immediately obey making sure to swallow every drop and morsel of his cum. Then opening your mouth wide to show him.

He smirks, “good girl. Now get up and strip for me.“

You shakily stand up, and begin stripping. Slowly. Teasing him even further. Smirking at the way his eyes darken again. Noticing he was still fully dressed aroused you even more. Soon you are completely bare before him.

“No panties and no bra,” he muses, resting his chin in his hands taking you in lazily but that darkness lingered in those rainbow depths. “What a slut for practically strutting around my castle naked, begging to be fucked.”

“I only did this for you, my Lord,” you reply softly.

His grin widens, “of course you did. Because you’re not just a slut. You’re my slut.”

He stands up, sheds out of his own clothes and stalks to you like a predator assessing his prey. He’s beautifully pale. Every inch of him seems to be perfectly molded, from his well muscled chest, to his thin waist and thick thighs and long hard cock, that stood angrily and taut against his stomach. Your mouth waters at how beautiful he is. His hand caresses your your cheek, running along your neck and down your tits. He runs a finger over the hardened nubs. Pinching between his finger and thumb.

“So fucking gorgeous,” suddenly he’s behind you. Pressing your backside against his naked front. Pushing his hard cock against your ass. You moan feeling it poke and taunt you. He presses you against him. Biting you ear, smirking when you writhe against him, crying out. His hands run down your front caressing your tits, teasing them as he kneeds them before continuing a path down to your aching cunt.

“P-please my Lord,” you plead breathlessly.

“Please what ?” He taunts. “What do you want slut?”

“Please fuck me,” you whimper, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Hmm let me think about it,” he hums, “I think I want to tease you more. I love feeling trapped against me. Writhing like a helpless little lamb, waiting so desperately to be devoured. It makes me feel so good and so powerful.”

“Please,” you beg.

“But I’m not done playing with you yet,” with out warning he begins teasing your clit with his fingers. Rubbing it, causing you to buck and squirm against him. “So helplessly wet,” he chuckles darkly. “I bet I don’t even need to prep you. I can slide my cock into you with ease because you’re so wet and willing for me.”

To taunt you even more, he slides his cock in between your thighs. Running it back and forth along your aching seams. But not enough to go in. It was pure torture the way he teased your pussy. You were aching for him and he knew it, yet he continued to torture you with his cock.

“Please,” you sob on the verge of losing whatever insanity you had left. This man was driving you crazy. Crazy with need and desire. “Just fuck me already.”

Chuckling he ignores your plea, abruptly inserting a long finger into your walls. You instantly cry at the sudden intrusion. But with your wetness, your cunt sucked him in easily.

“See? You don’t need to be prepped. You’re all ready for me to fuck.”

You have no chance to breath or speak as he suddenly slides into you all in one go. Not giving your tight walls any chance to adjust before he immediately starts to drill into you. Instantly, you become a sobbing mess as he slams into you with such brutal, animalistic speed. Nothing human in the way he moves. Harsh and unforgiving. Relentless hard thrusts.

“Ohmygodohmygod,” you sob, reaching out to hold into something. But there was nothing but him to hold you up. He had full security and control of your body.

“You are so fûcking tight for me,” he grunts. “Such a perfect little plaything for me to fuck and destroy. I’m going to fuck pussy every day. Going to fuck it dumb so all it can think about is me and how I make it feel.”

“Please,” you mumble, “please use me as your plaything. Please my lord, fuck me dumb,”

He chuckles darkly, “of course you want me to fuck you stupid, because you’re nothing but a desperate little slut. My slut to fuck.”

He continues ramming into you without mercy, he wraps his hand around your throat again squeezing.

“Repeat after me,” he demands. “Say you’re my slut to fuck.”

But all you can manage is garbled words as he cuts off your airway. Which is he wants so he can mock and torture you some more.

He lets go of your throat, slapping your face, “fûcking answer me bitch. You’re my slut to fuck.”

“Y-you’re my slut to fuck,” you repeat, drunk and out of your mind.

He cackles before choking you again, “wrong words, sweetheart. Try that again. You’re my slut to fuck.”

“I’m your slut to fuck!” You scream out.

“There you go, there’s a good slut, my slut,” he slows his pace slightly, torturing you with slow strokes going deeper and deeper. As if he’s searching for something, you immediately moan and he smirks, knowing he’s found it. “You take my cock so well. I can feel you clenching around me, so I know you’re close, sweetheart.”

All you can do is nod.

“Beg for me to let you cum,” he orders, choking you again.

“Please,” you plead once more. “Let me cum.”

With a smirk, he quickens his pace, before bringing his mouth to the corner of your neck. Fangs graze your skin, before sinking in. You scream out the delicious pain of his bite and his hard thrusts of pleasure send you into a crashing wave of pleasure. You feel him releasing into you, hot and heavy. Filling your hole with every inch of his cum.

With a flash he detaches his mouth. He picks up and throws you onto his throne, he positions you so you’re sitting facing him. He yanks at your legs pushing them up so they’re perched on the armrests and you’re stretched and exposed for him to see. He’s quickly sinking to his knees, pulling you forward so you’re sitting on the edge. He runs a finger along your swollen wet clit.

“What a delicious sight, all ready for me to eat.” Instantly, he’s on you. Lapping and sucking in your clit, devouring you like a starving man. “So fûcking delicious,” he growls, against your clit his rainbow irises fix on you, never letting up as he eats you out. You cry out and arch your back at the overwhelming pleasure for you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Douma,” you choke in between moans. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he growls. “As a demon, I can never go to heaven, but fuck, you are my heaven. My little dirty Angel. You taste so fucking divine and your pretty little noises are my salvation. I am never letting you go and I will never stop devouring this pussy. I can’t get enough.”

And you get lost in the overwhelming pleasure of him feasting on you with such fervor, you can’t help but grind on his face. Wanting as much friction. Desperate for that release again. It’s when he inserts two fingers that you completely lose it, once again being overstimulated by his tongue and his fingers curling within you, stretching you out again- you don’t notice the doors to the throne room opening, footsteps sound, causing you both to freeze and look at the intruder.

“Who dares to interrupt my meal?” Douma demands in annoyance. But you push his face down to continue. Not wanting him to stop. His rainbow irises flicker with pride and obeys your command, he resumes his feast on your cunt.

You watch in amusement as the stranger continues to walk in. It was one of his followers. But there was so many of them, that you couldn’t remember his name but that didn’t matter.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the follower stammers, “but we have an emergency.”

“And what is this emergency?” You press, in a mocking manner. Grinding your hips shamelessly on Douma’s mouth. You could feel your high building with each thrust of his tongue and fingers.

“Prince Akaza is here,” the idiot keeps his gaze averted and looking on the ground.

“Tell him he can wait,” you speak. “We’re are a bit busy at the moment.”

“Who are you to give orders? Human?” The follower hisses. “Just because you’re warming the Prince’s bed doesn’t mean you can give orders.”

Douma stills and turns to glare at the man, “that is your Queen you’re disrespecting, if she tells you we are busy and that royal asshole can wait then I suggest you fucking listen and show some fucking respect!”

“But but-“

“Fuck off,” you snap, pissed that you’re orgasm was being delayed by some idiot.

“But-“

You pick up the dagger that’s sitting on the table next to the throne and hurl it at the follower. It imbeds itself in his throat causing him to choke and for blood to fill up. He claws at his throat in weak attempts to get it out but ends up ripping it out and falling to the floor in heap. Lifeless.

“Sorry he was getting on my nerves,” you look down at Douma who’s staring at you with intent, suddenly feeling shy at what you had done.

He grips your chin and pulls you into a kiss, “don’t apologize, sweetheart. You had every right to kill that fucker, he was disrespecting you. And interrupting our time together and you handled it perfectly.”

Your eyes widen, “really?”

“Yes. You’re fûcking sexy being all cold and demanding. Being ruthless and unforgiving. You’re everything I need as my Queen.”

“Then I’m not sorry for killing him.”

“How did it feel?” He questions softly, going to sink fingers in your cunt again, causing you to arch and writhe against his fingers.

“So fûcking good,” you moan.

He grins, “Atta girl!”

That’s all it takes for you to come undone around his fingers. But that doesn’t stop him from lapping up your cum from your cunt. Sucking all of your juices with a satisfying hum.

Suddenly, he’s manhandling you once more. Picking you up and sitting down with you on his lap, “go ahead and ride me, Sweetheart.”

You nod happily, as you hook your legs around his waist, straddling him. You take a hold of his still hard cock and line it up with your slit, teasing him lightly. Before sinking down onto him in one go. You sit for a moment, reveling in the way he stretches you out in this new position. You could feel every vein and inch of his skin against yours. You swirl your hips a little wanting to feel every inch of him stretch you out.

“God,” you moan in a shaky breath.

“That’s right, I am your god,” he cooes, tauntingly. “Now take your god’s cock and worship it with that deliciously tight cunt of yours. “

You smirk as you begin riding him, going jo and down his shaft, taking him in deeper with each bounce. You’re smirk falling into moan as you continue to fuck yourself on him. You lean forward connecting your lips with his, capturing them in a hungry, needy kiss. To encouraged with his own. Your tongues dance in violent battle both of you fighting for dominance but he immediately win. Smirking when you whine in defeat, but also loving how easily he took control of you. You wanted him to have full control. You wanted to give him all your love.

“You feel so amazing squeezing around my cock and you look stunning as you fall apart riding me, I love it,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I love it too,” you whine softly, your movements slowing down as you can feel yourself tiring and shaking around him, “I love you, Douma.”

He laughs and starts fucking up into you, gripping your hips tightly, to help brace you.

“Of course you do, I love you too.”

The doors the throne room open again but neither of you stop. Not wanting to be interrupted again.

“Don’t stop,” Douma growls, choking you again as he repeatedly slams into you from below. Let him watch how good I own this pussy.”

You moan and choke in response.

“Of course this is why you’re ignoring me,”’a deep annoyed voice calls out. This one more bold and cocky than the other intruder. “Ignoring your Princely duties to fuck a whore. How typical of you Douma.”

“That’s right she is my whore and not yours, Akaza,” Douma taunts, you, yourself can’t help but smirk. Glancing a smug grin over your shoulder at the other demon Prince. Something like disgust and slight arousal flickers in those yellow eyes of his.

“Well I can’t blame you,” Akaza says indifferently. But his eyes are dark with lust. “She’s fûcking stunning.”

“That’s because this whore, is My Queen, and she’ll be ruling by my side from now on.”

“I see,” Akaza murmurs. “Well I’ll come back to talk you again when you’re finished.”

“You sure you don’t want to join us?” Douma mocks. “You sure to be enjoying the show. She’ll probably happily take another cock. Isn’t that right, my little lamb?”

The purple haired demon prince is behind you in a flash, palming his hard tent through his pants. He was hot too, with pale skin and blue markings running down his face and exposed torso.

“Do you want me to?” He asks, taking your chin and forcing you to look af him as Douma lazily continues to pound into you below.

You nod, “yes. Yes please.”

He smirks, “well since you beg so nicely.”

You watch with half kids as he pulls his cock out of his pants. He lifts his fingers to your mouth.

“Suck,” he orders.

You oblige, taking his fingers into your mouth sucking on them and coating them with your saliva. He shoves them in deep, causing you to choke and your eyes do water. He removes them only to pry your mouth open again and spits in your mouth. You immediately swallow. He grins darkly.

“Isn’t she a perfect little slut?” Douma cooes, bucking his hips into you a little more brutal this time. Causing you to scream, your voice hoarse.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Akaza growls, he begins stroking his cock with your saliva coating his hands. He reaches in between where your cunt and Douma’s cock meet. Gathering the cum that is forming around and using it to brush along your asshole, feeling it eagerly flutter at his touch. Then he slowly begins pushing a finger in.

“Oh fuck,” you both hiss together.

“You’re so fucking warm and tight, Princess,” Akaza growls, “I can’t wait to stretch this pretty pink hole out and make it bleed.”

You whimper at his lewd words only turning you on even more. Plus Douma was still fucking your pussy relentlessly. He enters another finger, and then a third your hole scissoring and stretching you out even more.

“You want that hmm?” Akaza smirks, “you want me to make this tight little hole bleed?”

“Yes, please,” you sob.

He laughs, “so pathetic”.

Douma brings you in for a kiss just as Akaza line his tip at your hole, before slamming into you at full force. You immediately fall apart as your stuffed completely. Douma in your pussy and Akaza in your ass. Both destroying your insides without any of mercy.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” you scream, “I’m so full-feels so fucking good.”

“Such a greedy little cock slut, begging to be stuffed with two cocks? What mine isn’t enough? You need his too?” Douma laughs cruelly, “what a fucking greedy little bitch.”

You whine in protests.

“That’s right, scream for us,” Akaza growls, “scream so everyone can hear what a little cock whore you are.”

Soon enough, the overwhelming pleasure of being filled with two cocks and two demons manhandling you with such brutality, the pleasure becomes too much and you’re coming around them.

“That’s right, make a mess,” Douma laughs. “Cum all over us.”

Soon Douma is shooting his own load into you, you both watch in satisfaction as it fills you up. After a few more grunts and thrusts. Akaza follows soon after, not wasting a single second emptying his seed into your asshole. When demons are satisfied with you being filled to the brim with their cum, they pull out. You immediately feel yourself clenching at sudden emptiness, wanting to be filled again but your body was too tired to go again. Even though you knew you’d let them fuck you unconscious if you could.

“Thanks for joining us, Akaza,” you murmur tiredly.

“Looks like I’ll have to visit you two more often,” Akaza grunts, as he tucks himself back in his pants.

“You’re welcome anytime,” Douma says.

Shortly, Akaza leaves, Douma presses a soft kiss on your forehead before scooping you up.

“You did so well for me, my little lamb, now let’s get you cleaned up.”

#Douma #Douma smut #douma x reader #doumaxreaderxakaza #douma x akaza #akaza x you #akaza demon slayer #akaza smut #kimetsu no yaiba douma #smut #demon slayer #upper moons

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chainsawcorazon · 1 year

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January 8th - 14th, 2024

Monday, January 8th - Sins of the Family // Isolation

Tuesday, January 9th - Prophecies // Deadly Devotion

Wednesday, January 10th - Superman Cults // Possession

Thursday, January 11th - The Forgotten One // A Hole in the World

Friday, January 12th - A Parent Knows Best // Eldritch Horror

Saturday, January 13th - It Takes a Village // Inheritance

Sunday, January 14th - Mistakes Were Made // Horror Movie AU

Purpose?

Not enough horror-themed fanworks in the world about the Superfam. Got jealous of the Batfandom having all these horror-themed events and projects, so I decided to host one for the Superfam.

Why should we participate in this?

Because you like seeing the soupeyfam in ever-increasingly fucked up situations that elicit a deeply-rooted, ancient dread :3

So how does it work?

The release date for fanworks is from Monday, the 8th of January through Sunday, the 14th of January, 2024.

This aint a Halloween-themed event! You have well over three months to write, draw, and create fanworks. However, use the spooky season to help generate some ideas and propel you forward! :3

This an opportunity for people who’d like to explore the Superfamily characters, dynamics, and relationships through a variety of prompts. Although romantic ships are nice, please make sure the Superfam are the focus of your fanwork.

Superfamily characters include, but are not limited to:

Clark Kent

Lois Lane

Kara Zor El

Jonathan and Martha Kent

Jon Kent

Osul Ra and Otho Ra

John Henry Irons

Natasha Irons

Kon El/Conner Kent

Chris Kent/Lor Zod

Karen Starr

Kong Kenan

Superfamily characters of ANY comic book universe are acceptable. If you want to spend the entire fanweek exploring Ultraman and Injustice!Superman because you love drama, then be my guest! If you want Ultraman to kidnap Lois this time instead of Jon, go for it!! Let that imagination run WILD!!!

Darkfic, horrorfic, genre-specific work, and other both safe and not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell tropes are welcome. Just make sure that you post any Mature content on a landing page that doesn't restrict Mature content (like AO3). I don’t want anyone getting their blog banned. We cannot defeat our capitalist overlords, but we can definitely work around them.

This fanweek will not have a dedicated blog. These prompts are free for anyone to use. Because it is a non-traditional, non-monetized, and free-to-opt-in casual event, there will be no mods but moi, no advertising of paid services, and no ratings or participant restrictions. I will open a collection on AO3 in January for anyone who wants their work collated for this event.

In order to ensure that both creators and the audience are making informed decisions about what they engage with, all creators are encouraged to include triggers, ships, and any other squick warnings.

Please utilize the read-more function for fanworks that are longer than 250 words. We're tryna read yer stories, not get spammed with a wall of text. Please Be Courteous.

And last but not least - if you are engaging with any of the fanworks, reblog, reblog, reblog! Share the work with your followers. Send all the love to the creators for crafting their masterpieces!!

What can I contribute?

Fanart (standalones, comic strips, etc.), fanfiction (one-shots, multichapter, etc.), fanmixes, gifsets, graphics, meme collections, fanvids, whatever your heart desires! Go wild!!!

Can I create/write not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell content?

Yes!!! All creators are encouraged to include triggers warnings, sub-genre specifications, ships, and other warnings in their posts. I will not discourage you from writing your 16k Kara-goes-evil fic, but please... Be Courteous and tag your fanworks appropriately so people can make an informed decision on what they're comfortable with viewing.

What does (X) prompt mean?

Each day has two prompts!! You can either pick a prompt OR you can combine prompts in different ways. Let your imagination take you where you want to go with each prompt!! If you want to explore both in the same fanwork, then be my guest!!

Mainstream Canon, Elsewords, and AU content is acceptable! Just make sure to stay within the comicsverse. Creativity is key! Have fun!!!

Can I crackship/multiship/harem/OT3/polyam the characters?

Absolutely!!! Just please remember that this is the Soupeyfam horror week, not the Lois-Has-A-Harem-of-Elseworlds-Supermen week. We love ships and things, but this week is about the Superfamily. The characters can have their lovers, but their personal romantic dalliances shouldn't overtake the Soupeyfam dynamics (unless you're pulling a Cersei and Jaime, lmao, if that's the case, go wild).

Does this have a tag?

During release week, use the general “superfam” tag to share your work with the wider Superfam fandom on tunglr. You can use whatever other tags you fancy. The best way to share, however, is to directly @ me so that I may reblog it.

I didn’t read a damn thing before this, Ava.

TL;DR: Over three months until the fanweek!!! For all fanwork creators out there, now’s the time to start thinking about what prompts you want to utilize for your creations. There are no creative restrictions, but I do ask that you follow these posting tips:

All fanfiction should be under a read-more.

Not-safe-for-tunglr fanwork should be LINKED to whatever landing site the content is being hosted on (Twitter, AO3, etc). This includes both fanfiction and fanart. I don’t want your blog getting flagged bc tunglr hates gay people.

Provide content warnings for all triggers, squicks, and sub-genres. Unfortunately, in my ten odd years away from DC Comics, the fandom's seen a resurgence in puritanical behavior and tons of censorship and self-censorship. Please list content warnings on your work but do not be discouraged in sharing your work. If a fancop gets on your ass, block them. Please block as MANY as you can. They're like pests, they're always gonna be there, but their influence can be diminished by staunch blocking and reporting.

You can participate as much as you want!! Maybe you only wanna create for one day? Cool! Maybe you’re an overachieving corporate clown insomniac like myself, and wanna create for every day of the week? Go for it!!!

The most important thing is to have fun :)

Truth be told, this event is entirely selfish. I personally love to the horror genre, and would love to see the characters in the Superfamily get more canon content as seen through beloved horror tropes. Unfortunately, Status Quo often gets in the way, and the current fanworks are largely ambivalent to the Dreadful and Despairing. If you'd like to join me in creating deliciously dark fiction featuring our favorite DC clan, please do! I would love to read your 10k character study of Otho and Osul assimilating into human society after spending their formative years as slaves in Warworld.

We’re over three months away from release week, so take your time, look through the prompts, and get your creative juices flowing! I will be sending out reminders until the go-live date.

For the people who showed interest during the initial interest check, I hope you're able to participate. To the four people who hate me, your mom's a hoe. Thank you.

#superfam #superfam horror week #clark kent #superman #lois lane #jon kent #kon el #kong kenan #karen starr #natasha irons #dc comics #real talk #ava's ficcing adventures

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emotionaldashtoons · 11 days

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More of my INSIDE OUT/SPY AU!

I've created all six characters to finish up my character list of my Spy AU of Inside Out, first I did Fear as Agent Flint, Disgust as Agent Daphne, Joy as the bad spy girl, Joyce, and Anger as the villainous Dr. Ira August, but what about Envy, Nostalgia, Sadness, Ennui, Embarrassment, and Anxiety as my own Spy AU characters. Well, let's find out on these AU characters I've made.

For @re-colligere

(The GOOD SPIES)

AGENT EMILY

Emily is a small rookie that has so much experience by seeing the agents in action. She got hired by doing well at filing and creating documents and stylized weapons. When she supports Agent Daphne, like... really supports her. She wants to get to get in the most dangerous missions. But Daphne motherly keeps her safe. Flint is supportive to her because she knows that Flint has a crush on Daphne and gives him love and action advice.

COL. GRANNY NATALIE

Granny is the CEO and Lt. Col. of the E.A.H. (Emotional Agents Headquarters) and she would want her agents to be keep in order during the investigation of Dr. Ira August, she would also want Flint to stay fragile onto Daphne's backstory because Daphne has good and bad mannerisms. But during the climax, when Dr. Ira captures Daphne, Flint and Granny would have to go save her at a moving train. Granny knows how to ride a helicopter to track her agents.

MISS SABRINA

(Sabrina is an anti-hero. Both bad and good at the same time).

Miss Sabrina is an anti-hero in my spy au. She is the engineer of Dr. Ira's flying machine called, "The Flames of Anger." The gadgets she creates, for Dr. Ira, Joyce, and the rest of his crew, are very, VERY, VERY, deadly. She also happens to be Joyce's girlfriend and Joyce gets very angry when she finds out Sabrina portrays The Bad Spies, and Daphne saves her before Joyce attempts to blow up both Sabrina and her certain crush known as...

AGENT EDDIE

Eddie is the muscle, the chauffeur, and the shy guy! He is the big man of the group. He owns lots of cars that matches the Agents' colors. And during in the missions while helping Emily, his favorite car happens to be The Pink Diablo. Very fast just like a GTA 5 lamborghini. He also helps Miss Sabrina (which I'll introduce more of her when you read more) (also Embarrassment did help Sadness just like in Inside Out 2 so that's my idea) to help Flint and Daphne to get well done with missions. And he has a big shy crush on her too.

(the BAD SPIES)

PROFESSOR ANNABELLE

In her story, Professor Annabelle lost her eye and arm in two accidents. Her eye got blasted when fighting against an android with laser guns alongside with Dr. Ira. And her arm got exploded off in a dynamite experiment. He is commonly good friends with Joyce because both of their likabilities onto hating the good spies really steps in first into their friendship. Dr. Ira is a nice friend to her too, but Ira is immune by her one puppy dog eye when she wants to help Dr. Ira onto stopping Daphne and Flint. Speaking of Daphne and Flint. Annabelle has a small evil crush on Flint but Daphne is hesitant against that and her. And the weapons she creates can destroy anything, everything, and everyone on sight when she's fully anxious.

EVELYNN Lè BOUEF

Evelynn is a French assassin hired by Dr. Ira trying to hunt down Daphne and Flint. If she gets them, she is rewarded for $200k grand, if she fails, she will do the mission again but her only reward.. will be her life. She only wears gray, blue, purple, and white clothing, those colors are only her four favorites. When she encounters Flint, she is lovely yet evily intimidated by him (mostly beacuse when Flint is around Daphne, Annabelle and Evelynn, he doesn't take a break to rizz). And for Daphne, both of them can't stand each other. Because an assassin and spy are not alike to each other.

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And that's about all with the main ten emotions from Inside Out 2 in my own spy au. Sorry for the mis-wording and the mis-spelling on my paper. I still made sure I had to type on Tumblr correctly to have you guys know what I'm showing you, or talking about. And if you guys want to see more of my own au, let me know. I hope you guys have a great day!

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Pirate King: Kim Hongjoong Oneshot

I’ll probably add more parts let’s be honest

How I pictured Hongjoong to look when I wrote this OH CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN

Pairing- Hongjoong x Reader

Genre- pirate AU, smut,touch of enemies to lovers, fem!reader

Warning-smut, unprotected sex, choking

Word count-4,534

Summary- You have a job to finish. Assassinate Hongjoong, leader of the pirates. However, once you get on board his ship things take a turn. You have met your match in more ways than one.

He was there.

Three feet away from you.

From your hidden spot; between wooden planks you could watch your target, watch as he made his way freely and unaware. Predator hunting predator.

Your grip on your blade tightened. Once you completed the bounty you’d be drowning in riches.

Hongjoong. He was your ticket to freedom.

One of the Atiny pirates and the captain. His bounty made him famous. Infamy suited him. He was as handsome as his wanted poster painted him to be.

Fawn colored shaggy hair, a cropped fringe fell on his forehead while some hung longer along the nape of his neck in a way that worked for him. Kohl was ringed messily around his intense eyes. He was clad in a fur coat and black leathers, weapons attached to him. His crewmates were the same; handsome and deadly.

He stalked around the ship deck similar to a lion on the prowl. His dark eyes shot around, taking in every detail around him; pointing out things his crew mates forgot or needed to fix. Every now and then he and his mates would speak in a tongue that your ears picked up must have been the mother language from where they hailed from.

You just needed the sun to set, for them all to pass out like pirates did, then you could creep into his captain's quarters, drive your blade clean into his chest then disappear into the night.

Being a stowaway for an assassination job was not something you pictured for yourself but you were desperate. You needed this money and needed to make a name for yourself; he was that big ticket.

Nervous sweat beaded along your neck as you pushed yourself back tighter into the storage cabinet you had claimed. You rested against the wooden containers that reeked of wine.

The sun was at its peak, hours it would be before you could taste some victory. You bid your time fantasizing about how you would spend your earnings.

—

You awoke with a jolt. Rubbing your eyes you sat up, it was quiet and dark. You didn’t know how long you had been asleep but could not sense any of the loud voices from earlier in the night air.

You felt the way the ship swayed along the waters. Listening to the lapping of waves.

Now was the time.

He had to have been asleep.

You slowly opened the door from your hidden location and scanned the deck. A faint light from one of the lanterns at the head of the ship; one of his men doing a night watch. Perfect.

You slid out from your spot and pulled yourself up against the wall to a higher perch. Most ships you knew had a similar layout, towards the middle and probably down a small corridor is where you’d find his quarters.

You focused your breathing as you wiggled your toes in your boots, reminding yourself to relax. You'd done this plenty of times before.

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His room was dark, only some moonlight shown through a small window he had. His bed was massive and in the center of the room. Random items of his hanging on the wooden walls and scattered on the ground similar to a beast den.

The wood of the ship creaked, reminding you where you were. He was in that bed, blissfully unaware.

You swallowed hard, your throat feeling tense. You pulled the blade from your thigh, gripping it with the same intensity each time you had to do this. Silently, you jumped on the bed shoving the blade down but only meeting a feathered mattress. Panic creeped up your spine.

“Wow, you are good.” A playfully evil laugh followed.

You quickly shot your body to flip around. Meeting eyes with the captain himself.

He leaned against the wooden wall. Now shirtless and wearing those same leather pants and worn boots. He grinned and you could see perfect teeth. He cocked his head to the side.

“You really thought I didn’t know someone had snuck their way on my ship?” You were frozen on his bed unable to move.

You watched as he walked his way from the wall, his body moving elegantly as he grew closer, his boots tapping heavily against the floor.

He now was looking down at you, your eyes couldn’t break away from his fiery stare.

He leaned down, letting you in on a secret.

“Next time you have an assassination job, keep the perfume at home. I know Wooyoung doesn’t smell like jasmine.” Your pulse pounded. You felt as he took a strand of your hair and played with it between his fingers.

“I honestly have always dreamt of a woman coming to me at night. Breaking in and climbing in my bed.” You felt your face redden as your eyes met his.

Without much thought you went to jab the blade up and hoped your aim landed him in his side. He was quicker. Grabbing your wrist he disarmed you and swatted the blade into the wayside, out of either of your reach.

“My weakness is a woman who could actually kill me.” He laughed that mesmerizing laugh again.

Your faces were inches from each other. You wouldn’t deny that he was one of the most handsome men you had encountered yourself with.

It went against everything you stood for but you threw all common sense aside as you pushed yourself up and pressed your lips to his. Something about him made you crave his existence.

A surprised groan echoed from his throat as he pressed his lips intensely to yours. You felt as his lips parted, taking control. His tongue playfully swiped against yours, testing the waters. He proceeded to crush you against his body, trapping you in a suffocating hold that stifled the air in your lungs.When you finally earned a respite, you took a gulp of oxygen through swollen lips, the flesh buzzing from his expert kisses. Your eyes met and you traded silent promises of lust and fire that could only be understood in moments like these. You both knew without words what you both needed and wanted.

Your hands moved to his pants, Hongjoong watched and glanced down keeping his eyes fixated on your hands as you worked at unlacing; you were shaking with excitement and adrenaline.

Hongjoong grinned, “I’ll do a better job. You’re going to second guess ever getting on this ship.” He teased as hiked up your blouse, exposing your waist.

“Ruin me.” You retorted.

Revealing your bare waist, Hongjoong took his sweet time, making sure his palms settled on your skin and rubbed lazily. He worked up your blouse higher and higher until he connected with your breasts. Swiftly, Hongjoong pulled the garment over your head and tossed it across the room.

Before you could react, his face was buried between your breasts, kissing and tonguing between the ample cleavage your bust offered. When you feel the warmth of his hands on your back,you bite your tongue.

“Hongjoong,” you panted,revealing you knew his name, showing him how badly you were melting from his touches.

He grabbed your hips and spun you around, forcing you to face the closed door to his quarters as he crowded your back. His rough hands settled on your breasts, kneading them smoothly while his lips found the top of your shoulder. He was animalistic.

You tipped your head back, your nails digging into his clothed thigh as he toyed with your breasts, his hot mouth leaving a burning trail up the side of your neck. Eyes closed, you hummed with euphoria, curving your body into his.

Hongjoong groaned ever so slightly, mimicking your rhythm to rub the bulge trapped in his pants against your body.

When he bared his teeth and bit the side of your neck, sucking on the blemish to soothe the sting, your lips parted in a gasp and you mewled and repeated, “Ruin me.”

Hongjoong tongued the bruise he made and whispered, “You’re going to have me all night. Relax and enjoy it, Stowaway.”

His hands squeezed your breasts and you rutted your hips backwards into him to express your delight at his quiet promise.

“I would relax better… if you took your pants off,” you quipped mischievously, rubbing your body against his crotch for sport.

Hongjoong hissed through clenched teeth and pinched your nipples, earning a yelp from you.

“You… first,” he growled in your ear.

Your hands immediately darted for the fastening on your trousers, but you abruptly stopped as he grabbed your fingers and returned them to the bed. Carefully, his hand dipped into your pants, palming your dripping core.

“You’re so wet,” he said with a shudder, almost in disbelief.

That was a gracious description. You could already hear the dampness as it coated his arching fingers. One swiped over your clit before teasing it and you responded the best way you knew how - by moaning loudly.

“I still can’t believe I make you this wet,” Hongjoong huffed, voice trembling.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you murmured, “I want you.”

“I know,” he sighed, kissing your jaw now tenderly.

Gripping the bed for support, you picked up the slack. Now grinding your lower body on to his fingers and along his bulge as he was pressed against you, holding you. Dripping with your arousal, Hongjoong pressed a pair of his long digits into your entrance and you cried his name, finally getting relief for the ache of desire you had for him.

“Fuck yourself on me,” he ordered softly, thrusting his clothed erection into the curve of your ass with abandon. He sounded like the captain you heard earlier, demands he ordered now directed at you.

Nodding, you gripped the bed, fingers tangling in the sheets, trying to find a tempo that worked for both of you. His thumb rubbed your clit furiously while you did everything you could to get yourself a high from his crooked fingers in your core. You had gone so long without this kind of relief. You hadn’t found anyone in such a long time that softened your edges like this, you didn’t even have the urge to pleasure yourself. You didn’t realize how badly you wanted to climax until you felt the tears prick at your eyes from the racing of your heart and the throbbing of your pulse.

The moment you shivered and swore, Hongjoong withdrew his hand and you reacted borderline violently, mixing up words as you expressed your fury.

“Take your pants off,” he told you calmly.

You obeyed mindlessly, tearing your pants off, once they cleared past your ankles Hongjoong clutched you with a vengeance, flipping you around to face him and smashing you into the bed. You whimpered for mercy, muffled by his mouth on yours as he kissed you hungrily. His hips jerked against you and you spread your legs, inviting him between your thighs like it was the one thing you wanted for the rest of your life.

“Please, please let me come,” you begged between his feverish kisses.

Hongjoong didn’t relent with his tongue teasing and pulled away long enough to threaten, “You will. Over and over and over.”

Something told you there was a catch. You were an unwanted guest on his ship, even more, you were there to end his life. Hongjoong was very much embedded in the world where it was eat or be eaten. He wasn't above punishment; no matter how passionate he was in this moment.

“Stowaway,” Hongjoong hissed, almost menacingly in your ear. “Earlier when I noticed I had a guest, I watched you. I fantasized about the way you would come when I’m inside you. I want you to scream and beg and cry. If you pass out, I might be satisfied. But I’ll wake you up with my face between your thighs to fuck you again.” He smiled wickedly, devilish. It made you want him more. No amount of money in the world could stop you from begging for him. You met your match.

“Hongjoong,” You started, helpless and turned on to the point you wanted to devour this man until nothing was left of him.

“I want you wrecked. I want you shaking. Then, I’ll be okay with the fact you snuck your ass on my ship,” He bit off the final words, smiling smugly.

“That seems… fair,” You choked, blinking at him in reverence.

“I thought so too,” he replied blithely. Then, something else flashed in his eyes and he said, “Now, undress me.”

Breaking from his gaze, you turned your attention to his leather pants, the ones you fumbled with earlier, finally freeing his length from the wretched material. The moment his pants were pooled around his ankles, Hongjoong grabbed your arms, commanding you up to his level.

Arms around his head, you kissed him with all you had, his bed squeaked underneath you and you panted for breath, on your back and gazing up at him in time to watch Hongjoong grab your ankles and pull your hips to the very edge of the bed.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he purred in wonder, licking his lips while reaching across your body to grab and squeeze a breast.

You snatched his hand, bringing it to your mouth and kissing your way along his knuckles, tugging him toward you until you could brand your tongue across his wrist, lingering over the prominent veins. You do your best to hold eye contact, feeling more and more arousal pooling between your thighs , with the fire in his gaze, your attention inevitably shifted to his cock.

Hongjoong noticed where your stare had drifted. He glanced down before returning to you and lifting an eyebrow in amusement.

“Is that what you want?” he asked sheepishly.

Still sucking on his wrist, you nodded excitedly.

Hongjoong freed his hand from you before leaning down to press a quick, affectionate kiss on your lips. You attempted to grab his firm biceps but in a flash, he was standing up again, grabbing your legs and holding them up on opposite sides of his hips.

His teeth sank deeply into his bottom lip as he rocked forward, sliding his length back and forth against your entrance, occasionally rubbing along your clit and sending a jolt through your body.

“Please, please, please,” you begged helplessly, staring up at him in worship.

Hongjoong chuckled darkly, chest heaving up and down with every ragged, hard breath he took. “God, you’re so wet,” he sighed, closing his eyes briefly to etch this in his memory.

“Damn it,” You whimpered, wringing your fists in the blankets as you waited.

Hongjoong grinned from ear to ear, clearly getting off on your suffering. Then, he grabbed your knees and guided them high on his waist. You clamped down on his ribs and reached for him just as he lowered down and propped his elbows along your head.

The tip of his cock pressed to your entrance and you braced yourself, clutching his arms tightly as he slowly moved forward. You threw your head back and cried out, feeling him fill you up so perfectly it was like he alone was meant to be there.

Hongjoong drowned you in kisses, making his way across your jaw and throat. “Easy, Stowaway,” he whispered in your ear, still bringing his hips closer into yours.

He finally bottomed out and you could breathe again, letting a swear word slip at the snug fit of him deep inside you.

“Good,” he coaxed, thrusting slowly and shallowly while studying your reaction. “Cry for me.”

His voice was sinful, low and harsh. The way he could shift between soft and hard in the blink of an eye, it was driving you crazy.

“Fuck me, Captain,” You rasped, lacing your fingers behind his neck and keeping his forehead pressed to yours.

Hongjoong then flashed a devious smile and raked his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head and teasing, “ I don’t want it to end.” Then, he kissed the corner of your mouth and said, “I’m taking my sweet time with you. Maybe you’ll stay here forever. Become mine and wait for me each day.”

You played the one card you had. Smirking back at him, you crossed your ankles behind his lower back and flexed with all your might, forcing the muscles in your core to tighten and massage his cock.

His lips parted, a choked off breath hanging in his mouth at your tactic. Meanwhile, you kept his head in your possession while you flexed and released again and again, enjoying the way his pupils dilated further before his eyes rolled back.

“That’s it,” Hongjoong sighed, biting his lip and rocking his hips slightly against yours as you continued to pleasure him.

Hongjoong braced his hands on opposite sides of your head and drew his pelvis back before giving you a long, hard thrust that you could feel in the pit of your stomach. He wasn’t kidding when he threatened to be slow.

“Captain,” you whimpered, clinging to him roughly as he did it again. This was torture and you were starting to realize that was his intent.

One drawn out thrust after the other, Hongjoong hovered above you with his eyes closed, letting out quiet, little moans at the warmth and tightness. Your fingers abandoned his neck in favor of his arms, scratching his flesh with your nails as a warning.

“Do you want me to beg?” You suddenly groaned. “I’ll beg all night, if you wish.”

Hongjoong peeked his eyes open and whispered, “I’m listening.”

“Please,Hongjoong. Harder, faster, please,” You mewled, all the while jolting in place when his hips smacked into yours.

The captain’s gaze drifted from your face to your breasts, watching them shudder with each hard thrust, and he grinned with delight. “You call that begging?” he teased.

You grumbled, sinking your nails into his shoulders and listening to him hiss through gritted teeth. “Fuck me, Captain Hongjoong,” you growled at him, reaching up and grabbing his jaw with a shaky hand. “Fuck me. Take me for all I have. You’re good at that, taking from others. You filthy fucking pirate.”

“Am I?” Hongjoong questioned with a raised eyebrow and failing to hide just how aroused and amused he was by your pleas and digs.

“So good,” you moaned, panting for effect.

Hongjoong tilted his head playfully before sliding his arms under your shoulders, all the while still rolling his hips and sinking his cock into you at a glacial speed. His fingers found your hair, tangling and winding with no room for error, and he sharply tugged, making you cry out in surprise. Forcing your head up, Hongjoong pressed your heads together and rumbled, “Watch.”

You gulped, realizing if you glanced past his face, you could see where your bodies connected. “H-Hongjoong,” you started.

“Watch me fucking take you,” he said sternly. “Watch me take what’s mine. Like the pirate you say I am.”

His voice had dropped to an animalistic growl and you shivered in his grasp. You held his biceps, bruising him with your fingertips as he finally sped up to a steady pace of in and out.

Pitiful whimpers fell from your lips while you did as told and kept your eyes on his length sliding in and out of you. His defined abdominal muscles flexed with every shift and your thighs trembled at each impact of his hips.

“Spread your legs more,” Hongjoong ordered, winching his eyes closed again while yours were blown wide open. You obeyed without a thought, holding your legs out at his sides and giving him more room to get even deeper inside.

“Fuck,” You choked, tipping your head back as the air snatched out of your chest.

Hongjoong instantly pinched your hair, yanking you back despite your outcries of protest. As you moaned and watched him rut his length in you, Hongjoong hissed, “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you answered immediately. You were truly now drawn to him, forget the money.

“Convince me.”

“I belong to you. No one else,” you screamed in desperation, snaking your fingers up and down his back.

The egotistical bastard smiled down at you before dark fire flashed in his eyes and his hand suddenly took hold of your throat, putting subdued pressure on your throat. Out of sheer instinct, you grabbed his wrist with both hands, no sounds making it out of your mouth as they were trapped in my lungs.

“You gonna come, Stowaway?”Hongjoong crooned, tilting his head as held you.

You nodded as best as you could against his iron grasp.

“I feel you clamping on me. You’re so close, aren’t you?” he teased further, stroking you toward a climax that you sorely needed.

He was saying and doing all the right things. Any second, you were going to explode beyond repair. Feeling the tell-tale prickling down your legs, you released his wrist and dropped your hands to your sides, completely submissive.

That triggered him to make his thrusts harsher, but still fluid, working his hips between your legs as you squirmed beneath him. Your hands fisted in the sheets, tearing at them with a vengeance.

“Stay still, little stowaway,” he coaxed, kissing the corner of your gaping mouth. “I got you.”

You tried to shake your head. Your vision was pulsing. Your ears were pounding.

Hongjoong hit the right spot again and the pleasure overflowed into a buzzing orgasm. As your spine arched, Hongjoong released your throat and slowed the movements of his length within your walls as you pulsated around him. Instantly, you gasped for air and your entire body thrummed.

“Oh, fuck,” you managed to cry out, eyes pressed closed while your head tipped backwards into his bed.

Hongjoong merely stared at your bliss and continued to rock into you leisurely, all too pleased with what he could do to you that no one else ever could. Sweat beaded across your faces and your muscles trembled with the effort.

Hongjoong snickered sinfully and teased, “I’m not done with you.”

Nodding, you lifted your head and smiled, breathing rapidly as he leaned down to kiss you sweetly.

“Let me ride you,” you whispered, insistent.

Hongjoong wrinkled his nose and shook his head with a smirk.

“Let me ride you,” you pressed, pushing at his shoulders and giving him the most innocent expression you could muster, he made you want to be fragile.

He melted and grabbed your hips, keeping his length inside you as he switched your positions. Straddling his lap, you braced your hands on his chest and made a few tentative rolls of your hips to gauge his reaction. He pinched his lips together to hide a groan and squeezed your ass with his hands.

“Listen to how wet I am,” you told him smugly, lifting yourself up and down on his length.

Hongjoong finally released the breath he had been holding and hissed a low, “Fucking Stowaway.”

“You do that to me,” you reminded, grabbing his hands and bringing them to your bouncing breasts. He palmed your flesh, kneading and pushing them together with pleasure as you rode him. Having your fill of that, you grabbed his wrists and pinned his hands alongside his head, bringing your mouth to his neck and proceeding to suck an obvious bruise in his skin.

“Subtle,” he quipped shakily, ever so slightly lifting his hips to meet yours on a downward arc.

“Usually is my strong suit except when it comes to you,” you retorted, tonguing at the mark before making it even more defined. Pleased with your handiwork, you sat back up and picked up the pace on his cock, adding, “I want everyone to know you’re spoken for. Your bounty is mine.”

“Is that so?” Hongjoong choked, gritting his teeth as you pushed him closer to his end.

You nodded, arrogantly. He wasn’t the only one who got off on power. You were two of a kind.

“Then stay with me,” Hongjoong suddenly confessed, eyes softening.

You glanced down at him, confused for the moment.

“Stay here with me, each day. Throw whatever dull shit is waiting for you away.” Hongjoong continued, harsher.

That took you aback and sent a lingering pain through your chest. You came to a dead stop, resting your hands on his toned body for balance. Your eyes burned and you realized it was from the threat of tears. You looked weak.

“What does that mean?” you asked timidly.

Hongjoong wasn’t having that and he was quick to snap, “There’s no other reason you came to kill me besides you have nothing else to live for.”

That tone was damaging,but he wasn’t wrong. He wanted you.

Hongjoong sat up and locked his firm arms around your waist, keeping you in his lap while he held tight.

“Hongjoong,” you whimpered, clinging to him while you rested your head on his shoulder, hiding your face in shame against his neck.

Hongjoong leaned his head on to yours, your sweat mingling, before thrusting upward and earning a cry of pleasure. You crossed your legs around him, trapping him inside you as you both moved your hips in a decadent rhythm. Your lips found his flesh and you kissed him with affection. He bruised your waist and hips in his grasp while little grunts and moans fell from his lips.

“Will you stay?” he stammered, a heartbeat away from losing it.

Your cheeks brushing, and said, “I haven’t decided.”

Steering your movements with his hands, you hissed at the pinch of his grasp on your thighs. Your fingers threaded through his messy fawn colored hair and you tugged.

Listening to him pant and whimper was ultimately your undoing. Your legs shook uncontrollably as they clamped on his hips and you roared his name as your voice broke, quickly reaching down to grab the sheets instead of ripping out his hair.

At the height of your pleasure, Hongjoong finished with a gasp and wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing him hard as his cock swelled within your core. You hit your peak and finally took a labored breath, feeling his hot release inside you.

You relaxed in his hold, resting all of your weight on him and confident that he could support you. Cheek on his shoulder, you closed your eyes and waited for the sensitivity to fade.

It felt like eternity before you finally thought about moving. Hongjoong peppered kisses on your neck and jaw, caressing your sides as he turned, lowering you to the bed on your back. When he pulled his length from you at last, you hissed at the loss of him.

The feathered mattress dipped at your side when Hongjoong curled up next to you, draping an arm across your waist as he pressed his lips to your cheek.

“Made a decision, Stowaway? ” he asked a moment later.

You could hear the sensitivity in his voice despite the dig and thoughtfully replied, “Yes.”

“Tell me,” he pressed, his gaze trying to be nonchalant but failing.

“I’ll be expecting a long list of demands from you.”

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