#//but in that obsessive way of continually reaching for a throat to strangle

[mantleoflight]

would you ship this: echo and calus

Echo gazed at this suggestion with abject horror.

“My dear grey face in the light, HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT HE DOES WITH PEOPLE WHO SIDE WITH HIM!? WE STILL HAVEN’T FOUND THE BONES OF MATCH, HIS DEVOTED PSION, OR ANYTHING MORE THAN A BROKEN GHOST SHELL FROM HIS SHADOW OF EARTH. DEATH FOLLOWS THAT MAN LIKE A PLAGUE!!!”

(Hhhhh I actually would’ve possibly shipped it in Season of Opulence, with Echo being such an impressionable young guardian. But Season if the Haunted!Calus? Oh boy howdy, he be grosser than a rotten mushroom there ><;; A BRILLIANTLY written villain, but not someone who’d draw Echo in. ><;; )

[loserboysandlithium]

18+ hoes (in honor of mine and @userchai’s tattooartist!Eddie collab coming soon) warnings: tattoo needle mentioned, dry humping

Your boyfriend is already covered in ink. Almost from head to toe. Almost.

You eye his neck, one of the only blank spaces left on the canvas of his pale skin. “Just one. Baby, please.” you pout up at him as he leans back on the leather table. A grin plastered on his handsome face.

It was his break time and you’d spent almost all of it trying to convince him to let you give him a tattoo.

“Not happening, sugar.” Eddie chuckles, stretching his arms, giving you the tiniest peek at his happy trail.

“I don’t know why you’re arguing with me, baby.” you practically purr as you move to straddle his waist, hiking up your little black dress. “You know I always get what I want.” you tease, your fingertips traveling across his lower stomach all the way to his chest.

“I’m in charge.” Eddie’s deep voice falters as he meets your eyes, doing his best to give you a stern look. You bite your lip, suppressing a giggle as you reach for a pair of black gloves and the small handheld tattoo gun sitting on the tray to your left.

“Is that right?” you pout playfully, slipping the gloves over your thin fingers, knowing you’d already won. He never told you no, and if he did it didn’t take long before he was melting like butter underneath your soft touch.

You click the small button on the gun, the sound sending shivers across your body. A rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins at the thought of marking Eddie permanently.

You weren’t a professional by any means but Eddie had taught you everything you needed to know about tattooing. How deep to go. How to shade. You’ve practiced before just never on an actual human being.

“You won’t.” he challenges, a devilish smirk on his pretty face. He sticks his tongue out, mocking you. You catch a quick glimpse of the silver ball resting on his tongue.

“You love pain don’t you, sweetheart?” you whisper, a small groan coming from deep in his chest at your words.

You can feel him growing hard beneath you. The outline of his thick cock pressing against your thin panties.

“You like to be hurt?” you continue, your fingers trailing down his chest until you reach his pierced nipples. You give them a little pinch knocking a sweet moan from him.

“Mmm, my little masochist. Does pain turn you on, baby?” you tease as you bring the tattoo gun dangerously close to his neck.

“Y-yes.” Eddie stammers, his head falling back, revealing more of his thick neck. You watch as he closes his eyes, waiting for you to make the next move.

You carefully bring the needle closer to his skin, cautiously making your first small line. You watch his jaw clench slightly, the action making you sink a little lower on his lap.

This wasn’t about the tattoo anymore. This was about his sick obsession for both pleasure and pain.

“I can feel how much you love it.” you slowly roll your hips, just enough to make him whimper. His dick growing even harder. You keep your hand steady, digging the needle just a little deeper into his skin.

You work your hips faster, grinding your pussy on his clothed cock, feeling his hardness rubbing deliciously against your clit.

You knew you could get off just like this but what you didn’t expect was Eddie’s sudden ‘arrival’ in his jeans. His hips bucking up against you, his pretty brown eyes disappearing into the back of his head just as you completed his tiny tattoo. A small strangled moan creeping from his throat as his cock twitched beneath you.

Holy fuck.

You place the tattoo gun back on the tray, smirking down at him, waiting for his eyes to open again. “Fucking hell.” he chuckles breathlessly, peeking at you through hooded eyes.

“You okay, baby?” you tease, running your hand down across his crotch, feeling the wet spot growing on the denim.

“Never better, sweets. Now lemme see the damage.” Eddie chuckles, reaching for the small mirror on the tray before bringing it to his face.

“Did you tattoo a dick on my neck?”

“What? No. No, it’s a mushroom. Because the first night we met we did shrooms together. See? See the grass?” you ramble.

“That just looks like fucking pubes, babe.”

“It’s a good thing I know this amazing tattoo artist who could cover that up in no time.” you giggle, leaning down to kiss his lips softly.

“You’re lucky I love you.” he mumbles, holding back a smile.

To this day he’s never covered it. And years later he still gets questions about the dick tattooed on the side of his neck which he loves because it gives him an opportunity to talk about you.

*I know dry humping while giving a tattoo is neither smart nor realistic. It’s just a fic for fun 🖤 ily

[ravenshavenn]

snape would cum if you played w his lil man boobs

A pinch of pleasure

(Watch me give the people what they want - I'm sorry this has been in drafts for farrrrr to long)

NSFW - Snape X gender neutral reader (tw- scars, biting)

Summary - playing with Snape's "lil man boobs" and feeding my own obsession with sub Snape

Trembling slightly Severus hands made swift work of his robes. Pale, delicate fingers unclasping each button. Until finally his scar covered torso was revealed.  

His wand discarded on a nearby potions desk, out of reach as he sat slumped in his desk chair. However, today Severus was more than happy to do things the muggle way. 

"Your gorgeous like this."  

Your voice hurled Snape back into reality. His dark eyes snapping open to focus on you. Head spinning to try and find a reply. Thoughts to disorganized to even try and form words. Let alone a coherent sentence. 

With your skirt hitched up around your thighs you straddled Snape's lap. Hands gripping securely around his shoulders. The top buttons of your own robes undone to match. Continuing to press delicate kisses to his neck you almost growled at the mouth-watering site which was Severus bare chest.  

He was slender, as was expected. Although, you hadn't anticipated the harsh jagged lines cutting across his pale flesh. Trying to make sure your gaze didn't linger you instead focused on the trail of dark hair leading down into the professor's trousers. It almost made your mouth water. Delicately you ran a hand through the fuzz on his soft belly. Half curious half admiring him the touch was still tender either way. Severus took a deep breath. 

"Ticklish?" You teased with a grin. pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

Severus almost smiled.  

"Perhaps." He breathed out. Chest rising and falling rapidly underneath you. Practically quivering with anticipation under your gaze. 

You knew he'd look irresistible like this. Your underwear didn't even stand a chance. Already sodden and practically dripping. Making your head spin and the fire in your stomach burn. Your movements sporadic and needy in time with his.  

The feeling was clearly mutual as Severus let out a strangled whine when you gave a soft bite to his shoulder. That was sure to leave a mark. His pale skin already flushing pink under you. 

"Y/n-" His voice was almost as breathy as his desperate whines. Hot breath fanning out across your neck. 

You just chuckled lowly in response. Not even taking a second to respond your hands moved from around Severus waist to his shoulders. Using your position as leverage, grasping him as you ground down onto his hard member. Hot through the wool of his trousers. 

"Merlin's beard Y/n!" Severus practically shouted. Trying not to cum there and then. 

His hips bucking up wildly to meet your own. Almost knocking you off the chair. However, Severus didn't seem to notice. His head now thrown back, dark hair fanning out around his bare shoulders. 

"You seem to be enjoying yourself professor." You mumbled lowly, leaning in to nibble teasing at his jawline.  

Enjoying the blissed-out look on Severus face your eyes wandered lower. Admiring his bare chest again.  

Besides his jutting erection, practically leaving a wet patch on his trousers and his flushed features there was something else which told you about his clear state of arousal. Taking a gamble, you lent forward to mouth at Severus throat again while your hands trailed upwards. Tickling along the potion master's sensitive flesh. 

In an instant Severus eyes flew open, head snapping up to look at you, 

"What-t are you doing?" He gasped  

You only grinned wickedly watching his eyes darken. You fingers gently playing with the hardened peeks of his nipples. 

"Nothing, Severus." You mumbled innocently. 

A noise forced itself from Severus throat at your movements. Obviously enjoying the sweet torture. Absent mindedly you wondered if anyone had ever touched him like this before. Judging by his reaction you didn't think so.  

Softly you swirled a hand around the pink nub. Once again feeling Severus jolt underneath you. However, that only set a fire in your belly, feeling yourself grow even wetter if that were possible. 

Severus even seemed startled by his own reaction. Dark eyes flickering open every now and again to study your face almost anxiously between his thrusting.  

Both of you sweating and panting profusely now, your hands continued to brush over Severus chest, switching between tweaking and tracing them as you pleased.  

Severus whined pathetically as you gave them a particularly harsh pinch. That would have made you laugh if he didn't immediately buck his hips up to meet yours, drawing out a moan from you instead. Your head falling forwards to rest on his shoulder. 

It didn't take long until he gasped. Grinding feverishly against you. Trying desperately to stay still yourself, Severus's strength almost pushing you off the chair. Finally with a deep groan Severus slumped over. Resting his head against your chest. His breath coming out in ragged breaths. 

"Are you alright?" You asked, running a hand gently through his now tangled hair. 

All you got in response was a weak nod.  

You smirked, satisfied with your work. It took a lot to leave the infamous sarcastic potions professor speech less. Or so you had thought. Clearly all it took was a pinch of pleasure. 

[saetoru]

GOOD MORNING! — SHIDOU RYUSEI.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ shidou ryusei x reader — 2.0k words — you feel up shidou, he makes good use of the situation

— contents ⋮ nsfw + 18+ content, fem! reader, use of pet names (babe, baby, princess), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, might be ooc leave me alone this is my first time writing bllk :,)

— notes ⋮ i-idk bro :,) i got horny for him on the plane and wrote this sitting next to my mother bye 😭

shidou’s well built. it’s not exactly a surprise considering he’s an athlete, but it’s not an unwelcomed perk. you can tell there’s great pride in the way his body is practically sculpted by the gods—if that devilish grin when you stare tells you anything. 

he’s asleep, a rare moment where he’s not up before the sun itself to jog and leave you in bed alone. you can’t help but take this opportunity to really appreciate his physique—to stare shamelessly while he’s not there to revel in the ego boost. his shirts ridden up slightly, and you can’t help but roll your eyes that even in his sleep he doesn’t miss a chance to show off—even if not by choice for once. 

you watch as the indents of his abs, every curve and every ridge rises and falls with his slow breaths. your eyes move to his face, a rare expression of calm and peace sprawled over the sharp features as he sleeps beside you. you smile, brushing a few loose strands of hair from his face, expression softening when he leans into your touch subconsciously with a low grunt under his breath. 

shidou is anything but soft—he’s rough and harsh, mean and a little crazed in almost everything he does. his body’s no different, with sharp cheekbones and eyes, hardened muscle and a broad everything. but you can’t help but think how soft he looks with his cheek pressed against the pillow and his mouth parted with slow breaths. 

your eyes follow down his body again, once more settling on the patch of skin that showcases his hard work so perfectly, the glimpse of his abs catching your attention. you can’t help but admire him, can’t help but reach out and lay a palm flat over the exposed section, gliding your hand up and down slowly, feeling the sturdy muscle ripple under your touch. it’s like that for a bit—just slow circles against his skin as you stare at him in awe, memorizing every slant of his body and mapping along the slopes of his torso. 

it’s not until there’s a low hum that you turn your attention back to his face, watching as a loose smirk curls on his lips even as his eyes stay shut. 

“having fun, huh babe?” he grins, eyes finally cracking open, staring down at you amused as you huff. 

“don’t let it get to that big head of yours,” you grumble, making him snort. 

“too late,” he snickers. shidou’s anything but soft—but sometimes you think he has his moments. like now, as his arm reaches to curl around you, pulling you snug against his chest as his chin rests over your head. “obsessed, huh? feelin’ me up as i sleep.”

“i hate you—“

“what is this, the millionth time? ‘m always catching you staring at my abs,” he continues teasing, making you pout with a soft glare. 

“stop it—“

“if you like ‘em so much you should just ride ‘em or somethin’,” he cackles, making you let out a strangled sound from the back of your throat, mortified as you hide your face in his neck. he’s so vulgar—so shameless that it makes your face heat up as you feel his chest rumble with the amused chuckles he lets out. 

“ryu,” you whine, “you’re such an asshole, y’know.”

now, you have to be honest with yourself. although the practicality of admitting it out loud is not even near possible—unless you wish to inflate that already too large ego of his—you can’t exactly say you’re opposed to the idea. but you’d never tell him that—your dignity outweighs your desires. 

“not like you don’t want to,” he grins knowingly, “you don’t seem like you’d hate the idea.” and you don’t. but your lips stay shut—yet somehow, that’s enough for him anyway. “oh,” he drawls, “you don’t hate it do you?”

“ryusei, i’m gonna shove you off this bed—“ you don’t even get a chance to finish your halfhearted threat before his strong arms are maneuvering your body to twist on top of his. your breath hitches as you come face to face with the devil himself, the air leaving your lungs when he tempts you with sinful desires through his wicked grin. 

“c’mon, baby,” he whispers, voice husky and just a little deeper from the light traces of sleep still lingering, “y’know you want to. gimme somethin’ good to wake up to.”

“aren’t i enough to wake up to,” you huff.

“oh, of course,” he plants a wet kiss to your cheek, nibbling softly on the flesh, “but this would be even better.”

he’s half hard in his boxers—you can feel his length poke against you as your body lays over his. you shift to brush over the bulge gently, making him groan lowly. 

“you’re full of yourself, you know that?”

“you would be too if you were me,” he says cheekily, “look what i bagged.” and because he’s every bit as shameless as you know him to be, his hands squeeze your ass, making you glare at him for what feels like the millionth time this morning. 

“i think you need to be humbled.”

“i think,” his hand trails between your bodies, finding your clothed cunt through the fabric of your pants and rubbing slowly along your clit in circles, “that you should cum on me.”

you gasp as his hand makes its way under your waistband, feeling the wetness pooling along your folds and making him smirk even more smugly—if that’s even possible—before he continues to tease your clit with his thumb. 

“r-ryu,” you breathe, bucking your hips to grind against his hand more, chasing the friction as his fingers ghost along your wet folds. all too quickly, his hand pulls away, making you whine in defeat as he slowly inches your pants down your thighs. 

“always so stubborn,” he coos, “y’know you’ll end up givin’ me what i want. always do.”

next thing you know—because you’re every bit as pliant as he is shamelese, you’re seated over his abs, rolling your hips to grind your clit along the ridges and indents of his defined muscle. he watches you, watches the way your eyes flutter shut and your mouth parts with soft moans, watches carefully as your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth when your clit rolls against his skin and sends waves of pleasure through your spine. you look utterly wrecked—and he hasn’t even laid a finger on you yet. 

your slick pools along his tanned skin, your pace getting sloppier and sloppier as you near your high. but it’s not quite enough—nothing ever is unless he’s buried deep in your cunt, slamming into you ruthlessly as you cling to him. 

“aw,” he grins slyly, “need more? my needy baby,” he reaches up to squeeze your cheeks together. you think distantly that this was all on purpose—just an elaborate scheme to get you helplessly desperate for him like he always manages to make you. 

“more,” you cave and plead, making his eyes darken as you can practically imagine his cock twitching in the tight confinements of his boxers. “ryu please—“

“how can i say no to that?” he growls, flipping you under him as quickly as he’d pulled you on top. he’s quick to rid himself of his clothes, pumping his thick girth and smearing the pre cum leaking from the flushed tip. he groans, jaw clenching as he lines himself along your entrance and your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, moaning into his mouth when he inches past your glistening folds and into your tight cunt. 

“more. need more, baby,” you plead, making him grunt as he sucks along the column of your throat. 

“so fuckin’ impatient,” he chuckles, gritting his teeth as he tries to keep from slamming into you. shidou’s anything but soft—yet he still treats you with a hint of fragility, like you’ll fall apart if he’s not careful. you know he’ll never properly fuck you until he’s sure you’re well adjusted to his size—no matter how much you beg and plead. 

“and you’re so fucking slow,” you huff petulantly. he clicks his teeth unhappily, shooting you a light glare. 

“watch it, princess,” he growls, sinking just a little deeper into you as you whimper, nails clawing into his shoulders, “you don’t want me to do something about that attitude, do you?”

you let him kiss the pout off your lips as he slowly stretches you out, splitting you open on his cock as your walls hug around his throbbing length. it’s not long before he’s bottomed out, filling you up completely and curving into your perfectly as he nudges against that sweet spot with little effort. 

“‘s not enough,” you sniffle, staring up at him with those doe eyes of yours that make him just a little extra crazed. 

“alright,” he grunts, “gonna give you what you want then.”

his hips roll into you slowly at first, and then he quickly builds a fast rhythm—almost animalistic just like everything else he does. he’s rough and ruthless as he slams his fat tip against your spot, and yet his arms cradle you against him so carefully, encasing you in the warmth of his body. you can feel his hot breath against your neck as he moans, panting into the crook of your neck as you squeeze around his cock. 

“that’s it—shit, never gonna get over this pussy,” he praises, hands gripping your hips tightly as he bucks his hips into you. 

“feels good—‘s so good, fuck,” you gasp, legs hooking around his waist as you clutch onto him tightly. you can hear the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room, the slick sound of his cock bullying into your pussy in harmony with your soft whines. 

“that’s it, baby,” he grins, “keep making those pretty sounds for me, yeah? fuck—you’re so tight,” he groans into your skin, biting into your neck and kissing along your collarbone. 

“‘m close,” you whine, gasping when his thumb rubs harsh circles along your clit as his hips rut into you sloppily. he’s close too—you can tell from the way his moans are shakier, breathier, slightly higher in pitch as his cock drills into you. 

“me too, princess,” he grunts, “fuck, ‘m gonna cum. gonna fill you up nice ‘n full. want that?”

you sob as the blunt head of his swollen cock hits your sweet spot, nodding and babbling chains of yes please and i’m close while he moans lowly with a low drawl of your name. 

“oh—ryu,” you mewl as you come undone, walls fluttering around him as you milk him through your orgasm. he’s not far behind, your peak pulling him into his own, a low, drawn out moan falling from his lips as he stills and shudders over your body. 

your lips find his, kissing him through his high as he empties his load into your cunt, hot ropes of cum filling you up with every twitch of his cock. he’s desperate as he ruts into you, moaning into your mouth and letting you swallow up every sound he makes. 

“fuck, fuck ‘s good, baby,” he pants, “feels so fuckin’ good. god i love you.”

shidou is anything but soft—but sometimes he can’t help himself when it comes to you. sometimes he can’t help but soften up those rough edges for you as you offer up every bit of yourself to him. 

he slumps over your body as he finishes, catching his breath as your hands roam along his back and feel over the taut muscles there too. 

“i love you too,” you hum, “you and that big ass head of yours.”

“what can i say?” he chuckles breathy and low, making your core ache from the sound alone, “can’t help it when you can’t keep your hands off of me.”

you roll your eyes, but it doesn’t stop your hands from exploring his body—and it still has you in awe no matter how many times you feel it. 

“i like you better when you’re asleep.”

“yeah cause then you can stare,” he snickers, biting your shoulder as you smack his arm with a huff. 

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

[azulsluver]

Twisted Tales In The Dark

Trespassing His Majesty        Halloween event!

tw. yandere, graphic violence, forced cannibalism, gore in general, implied stalking, sebek nearly kills you, imprisonment, noncon kissing, broken bones, major character death!, possessive/obsessive behavior.

�� featuring the five longs, Malleus, Lilia, Silver, Sebek.

Somewhere from afar can you hear strangled screams for help, lined with a loud ringing in your ear? Your body is hot as the fire dances brightly in the small dark room.

With a dry throat and strained eyes, you slowly open them to see the world around you. Laying on a clean floored rug, you gruffly sit up from your spot. Rubbing your ears as the ringing settles down, a hand traveling over the waist to ensure the key ring was still intact. You sat there for a good minute, staring at the crackling fire. With no desire to move or look around. The fire was beautiful.

Then you heard that scream again. It leaves you shuddering but unmoved, instead now you lift your head to look around. A small bed and armchair are the most prominent thing in the room.

Standing up from your spot, you head towards one of the large windows covered by boarded curtains. Peaking through the cracks to see three large vans and a camera crew? It hits you like lightning, you’re at the last story. The final chapter before this nightmare was over. Just what happens before this, you’re eyeing the scene of a man running outside before he falls to his knees. It looks funny from your view, but it scares you when his limbs start to move unnaturally, twisting and turning in impossible places. His screams frighten you back, moving away from the window and sitting down on the mattress.

Putting a hand over your chest to feel the beating of your heart, you look beside the door. As if calling for you, you stand up to see if you can explore the area further.

Your hand turns the handle though it stops mid-way, possibly stuck. Trying a couple of more times, you huff in disappointment as it wouldn’t budge.

“I should run into it.”

Taking a few steps back, you count to three before charging your body sideways. It felt loose on the first hit, so you continue a couple of more times until the door bursts open. Stumbling over yourself and sliding on the floor, you let out a happy noise in your success. The celebration was soon cut short, turning your head to the left of the hallway after hearing footsteps rapidly closing in.

You quickly stand up to see a crazed man holding a camera in hand, just running up the stairs with heavy breaths. He spots you and waves his arms wildly, making you panic as he charges at you. There’s no weapon in his hand. You shouldn’t be afraid, perhaps he can help! You stand your ground as he slows, now in front of you with puffed wheezes. His hands shot out to grab your shoulders, shaking you slightly as his face inches towards yours.

“Please, you have to help me! There are these monsters killing everyone and–” With his mouth wide open, you can see a dagger pierced in the back of his throat. Choking on his blood and saliva as it splatters on your face, struggling against his hold to back up. His body is hurled backward, a force tugging him into the hands of a large man. The camera was dropped from where he stood, it wasn’t too far from your grasp.

You swiftly grab the camera off the floor, not turning back for the man's pleas as it’s cut short. You’re running down the opposite hallway, taking a quick turn after hearing metal chains lagging. Passing down a corridor but not quick enough to turn, a sharp pain on your left shoulder causes you to trip. Before you could lay face forward you’re tugged back, half of your body slamming against the wall until you’re in arms reach. He turns your body to face him, clutching the camera in your hand as your fingers hastily look for a button. A bright flash blinded the both of you, having the advantage of kicking his gut; the assault bringing more pain to you than him.

You wrestle on the floor with him, being easily overpowered as he slams your face against the wall and hauls it off. Thrown across the hallway and crashed into random supplies. He lunges for you with an open mouth, clear on trying to take a bite. Grabbing a broomstick and shoving it forward, he latches onto it. You struggle terribly, shaking as you try to keep him away from your face. His teeth break the old broom in half, aiming toward your neck. You let out a scream, feeling his canines tear your skin and bump into where your collarbone should be.

“Sebek, you shouldn’t scare our guests. Malleus wouldn’t consent to your behavior.”

Shaking and hiccupping, you freeze as he stops his assault. You don’t miss how his tongue licks up whatever blood he can before detaching himself from you, grabbing your wrist to hold you up. You use your other free hand to press down on your wound, knees wobbling from fright.

“Forgive me. I didn’t know they were the guest mentioned.” Sebek looks down at the floor, blood dripping down his chin.

The short man sighs dramatically, cupping his finger under his chin as he glances at you. He can see your eyes closing and opening, clearly more tired and overwhelmed than usual. You would've put up more of a fight. The smaller-looking man inspected your features, a bruise has started to form on the bottom right of your cheek and lips. The two led you back into the room you had awoken in, the fire still crackling proudly. When were you this tired after a chase? Your body has made an impact on you, submissive at the touch as you’re encouraged to lay down.

You didn’t enjoy being dragged around like a dog, Sebek was like some trainee, learning how to tame your aggression. And he wouldn’t shut up, talking about how right Lilia was. The book mentioned some of their names, but oddly enough the writings scratched it off. It’s as if saying it would bring bad luck. 

You whimper in pain as Lilia touches your wound, his long red nails making your body turn cold at the touch, the air around him appears malicious. Would a rest calm your dying nerves? Tucked in like a child during the night, you try your best to ignore the men looming above you. Instead, you focus on what might happen to you and how you can prevent death from happening, scratching your injured shoulder that magically stopped bleeding.

“You should continue to rest, little one. Your body yearns for sleep. Once you’ve awakened, the young master wishes to see you.”

You Shift your body to meet Sebek’s eyes angrily. Who returns the gesture, the both of you creating tension that leaves Lilia chuckling. As much as you wish to continue the staring contest, you failed to keep up with your eyes lazily closing in. Rubbing at them tiredly, you finally gave in to temptation. You’re making a lot of questions in your head, but maybe if you sleep this time you’ll wake up back home.

Home sounds nice.

The faint humming of a lullaby has you dreaming soundly, in a world of imagination you’re aware of your surroundings. Like the softest kiss near your bottom lip, or your hair caressed. Yet your body refused to move from slumber, feeling more hands touch and prod your chest and neck. That was when you could feel your covers coming off, naked to whoever was there to see. The touching didn’t stop, reaching down to your waist with the keys. A tug has you throwing a punch.

Loud grunt alarms you to wake up, back straightening as your eyes bulge in confusion. Silver hair is peeping below your sight, and a man with the same attire as the rest lays on your lap; possibly knocked out. You’re quick to ignore him as you search for your keys, it was not safe for you to have them in plain sight. But where can you hide the keys? Carefully pushing the man off you, getting up from bed in search of a safe. Your body feels more energetic.

Searching through cabinets and closets, you come across a perfume bottle that looks ancient. Without thinking, you spray some in the air, the mist covering you entirely. It wasn’t enough to choke the air out of you, but it smelled pleasant. Like a valley of lilies and vanilla, hopefully, that blocks off the scent of ‘magic’ you’ve been informed about smelling like.

It wasn’t the best hiding spot though it’ll do. Slipping the key holder under the armchair's seat, patting it down for final touches. You walked over to the sleeping man, beautifully snoozing like some princess. Outside is dark, only the lamp and fire brighten the room. The fire is still going. The story should’ve ended by now. Because you slept through the killings, what was there to do, to provoke? Are you permanently trapped here with no help to avail?

A hand grabs your arm faster than you can react, the sleeping beauty now awake with groggy eyes. You felt a little charm on your end, awkwardly still as he pats your face.

“You’re not hurt are you?”

“I should be asking you that..” You glance at his red cheek, the mark clear of your doing. He gives you a muddled expression before standing up tall. You peek at his tail.

“Well then, we must go. The young master wishes to see you over dinner, please don’t think of running away.” He holds a hand out for you, but you stare at him dumbly. Do they eat people? They look like they do.

With your lack of response, he takes your hand anyways. Dragging you out of the room with a lock, you’ll keep that in mind. The hallway is clean, the body and stains of the man nowhere to be found. You have enough time to look around while being dragged, the whole place is big but not that big. While walking down the stairs, you can hear muffled crying coming from below. You stay close behind the dragon.

Your body feels warmer now you’re downstairs. There’s an unpleasant smell basking along the richness of the food. Now in a large room eyed a table showing various fruits and meat. You can’t help but feel uneasy, especially when you’re now the center of attention.

“Ah, Silver. What happened to your cheek? Did you fall asleep again?” Silver shrugs, saving you from holding your breath. Lilia sits idly with a fork in hand, the meat he plucked was raw and dripping with whatever substance.

At least you know the smell now. Led to a chair, you recoiled slightly at the sight of a man with large horns over his head. Looking far more real and different from the rest. His green eyes strangely glow the more he stares at you, poker-faced with a mighty aurora. You looked back at Silver and the rest, he looked more human than a dragon. His eyes don’t have slits like the rest, rather of the cold and devious intent, he’s more relaxed and soothing to look at. Also, the ears were pointy like elves but you wouldn’t dare say it aloud.

Was it intended to sit on the right chair before the man, the chair specifically closer to him by chance? A plate was already set in front of you. Instead of it being raw, it was well-cooked with a little crispiness on top. But you didn’t feel like eating something made by killers, no matter how tempting and juicy the meat was. You clumsily sit in your seat, not making eye contact with anyone. Everyone has gone to eat, so casually as if they weren’t just keeping you hostage. 

“Are you not taking a liking to meat? Perhaps you prefer raw instead, no?” The horned man spoke.

“I don’t usually eat food handed to me by strangers. Especially when attacked by one.”

Sebek bites his tongue from shouting at you, clenching his utensils till his knuckles turn white. He’s rather impressed with himself for keeping his composure, it would be rude to yell at his guests.

“You must eat. Silver worked hard on preparing the meat dish for you, humans aren’t that capable of consuming raw meat unless…we can test that thought out.” You glare at him. “We don’t have to go through such measures, taking a bite wouldn’t hurt. That is if you refuse to follow simple orders, we’ll have no choice but to bring the other guests in.”

You weren’t sure what he meant by other ‘guests.’ You thought they slaughtered everyone by now. He snaps his fingers, the table bursts into flames, and all of the food has disappeared. Replaced with a man tied like a pig and gagged. You sat up from your seat in a beat, disgust written over your face. The man’s will to resist has long died out, leaving only small sobs and heavy breathing.

“I’ve seen what you can do. And the people you try lending a hand to, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t fascinated with your behavior. It’s not every day you see a human in worlds different from ours.”

You got cold feet now, was it possible for him to observe your adventure? Every kill, injury, or person you’ve met was noticed by– a sicko! This guy was getting on your nerves, his smirk showing you precisely what he was capable of.

“Your choice. Just what would you do, child of man?”

The meat is still piping hot, just examining it confirms your concern of poison, or even worse. Should you risk eating mystery meat that could kill you or let this man die, the thoughts are endless. You’re selfish, you know it, but you’re so close.

You look away from the man who cries sorrowfully.

“Very well. Say, which piece would you like?” You look at him in horror, Sebek stands near the man with a dagger in hand.

“I’m quite fond of the kidney, but you can choose.”

Eyes twitching nervously, you glance around the man's body, trying to find an answer for his sake.

“His…arm?” Sebek is quick, choosing to dig his blade through the elbow. You cringe at the sight.

The blade does good work, easily breaking through the bone and leaving just the tip popping out. The tablecloth is doused in blood, and the scent of copper makes you dizzy. The limp man lulls his head to look at you, a pleading look. You can see his tied hands from underneath his body, fingers scrunching up at a device attached to his hip. You’re not sure, but it’s worth the shot.

You kick at the table, making it lean down and having the man roll on the floor. Lilia backs up quickly, not seeing the man using his only arm by doing a curve throw on the floor. The device slides under the table, and you quickly duck underneath to activate a button on the right. You pray it’s some sort of emergency call for help.

Leaving the device hidden, you hastily stand back up. But a hand grabs the back of your throat, forced to look up at those green orbs searing in you. 

“I would not stand such disrespect on my peers. I will have no problem using more unruly methods if it means taming you.”

The arm is given to the horned man, who takes a large bite out of it. His teeth were sharp enough to tear the skin away, leaving a mark similar to eating a burger. That’s a terrible comparison. Your head is shoved forward, he uses his other hand to force your mouth open, pushing the fleshy meat into yours. You gag and choke on his saliva and the taste of blood. It’s disgusting, a foul taste leaving your stomach acid churning. The texture felt like raw liver, hard to chew. But he managed to succeed, the chunk bitten into smaller pieces slid down your throat. You can feel your eyes burn with every swallow you take.

He doesn’t stop with his assaults, his tongue is shoved down your throat as well. Licking down your teeth for any search of remaining meat. His teeth scare you to death as he bites down on your lower lip, it feels all too familiar as you jerk away. You arch your back in an attempt to flee, luckily he comes to a stop.

“My, my, Malleus, you must be patient with yourself. If you show weakness early on like that, you’ll never be able to taint them with pure intentions.” Lilia muses over the scene, you didn’t notice the man on the floor had stopped breathing.

Malleus bows his head over yours, his tongue coming up to wet your lips, and the remaining blood spills. You’re coughing up blood, covering your bloody mouth for protection. You make a groaning noise of disgust, moving your head away from his kisses. His hand remains over your throat, making you sit back in your seat.

“Eat it.” 

You don’t have a choice, do you?

With shaky hands, you picked up the knife and fork, cutting up a perfect piece. The remainder of human flesh flashes across your mind, even when the taste has faded. Your teeth clink against the fork, and it tastes normal. Nothing sweet or odd about it. Minus the taste of copper lingering on your tongue, you don’t think you can stomach any more “meat”. But your gut is yelling at you for taking the risk, consuming human meat could be crossed off your bucket.

“I guess dinner will have to be cut short. Say, why don’t you three get to know each other for a while? Sebek and I will clean the place up before joining you.” Lilia hums, already dragging the body elsewhere. Sebek gawks his mouth, opening and closing as his limbs twitch.

“Sebek! Be dear and help me cut up the rest of them!!” You can hear him scream silently, running after Lilia and the bloody trail.

Your head is smoothed back, nails ticking your scalp. “You’ll need to get used to staying in your room. You won’t be leaving any time.” Golly gee.

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Silence. The whole way back both of them were silent. Silver seemed unsure of what to say, Malleus, on the other hand, is like a rock. Was the facade all an act? Where did that big scary man go? All you see are a bunch of socially awkward people who don’t know how to start a conversation. You stayed near Silver’s side, after what happened you didn’t want anything to do with Malleus. Even after the three of you are sitting somewhere in the room, flicking their eyes to the floor or crackling fire. That fire still hasn’t died out.

Malleus was the first to break the silence, he started with a question.

“Tell me, we haven’t gotten your name. I don’t want to come off as rude, for I am Malleus Draconia, I’m sure you know this by now.” His brow quirks towards you. So he DID know your name, he’s just trying to test you.

Genius if you say so yourself, crossing your arms as you straighten your back to be seen as confident. It was never a good idea to give people with pointy ears your name. Hey, you remember Idia, though he was pretty chill. But at the same time, this is a completely different matter!

“You should know this by now, don’t think I didn’t catch your mini clues on you observing my misery. I want to get home, why keep me here when I’ll leave without bothering any of you? I’m not sure how I’ll pay back the rest…”

Silver comes out from his sleepy state to back Malleus up. “As scary as it seems, returning to your world would do nothing but great harm to those you love.” He slightly bows down at you with a hand over his chest. “Forgive us for looking into you without permission, but we didn’t expect you to make it this far. Malleus sees great potential in you and wishes to court for your hand.”

Zoning in and out of reality, Silver’s words ring through your head like a chant. Court. As in, marry? As in, you’re so fine we should hook up? Your mouth goes dry as you suck in air through your teeth. Rubbing your face with your hands, you jump backward on the bed. The recoil makes you slightly bounce, and a whiny cry of anger comes out of your throat.

“Silver, you weren’t supposed to ruin the surprise…”

“My apologies lord Malleus!”

They’re serious! You sat up from your bed, shoes thumping with the force. He needed to hear this, he’s delusional if he thinks courting you would be easy. How would he feel if he was forced into a book, running away from weirdos, and finding keys with his life on the line? It was insulting!!

“Listen here, I want nothing to do with you or your family. And I am certainly not staying here with any of you.” 

Boldly, you grab onto Malleus’ robes, slightly shaking him as you glare into his eyes. You’re not the most intimidating thing to look at, but your fingers are slick as they dip into the cracks of his clothes. Silver bounces on his feet to grab you off him, but Malleus raises a hand to stop him.

“Absolutely nothing will ever let me accept your hand or your people. From what I see are animals hungry for some attention and got bored of slaughtering them, must want some real company now you’re tired of seeing these freaks all day–” 

Malleus’ eyes glow brightly when yours locks in, causing your body to freeze up on its own. Silver backs away from the scene, going back to look at anywhere else but the both of you. Your hands are still on his chest, and your fingers dig into your pal, sweating in fear he might notice. Malleus brings a finger to your lips, prying their unmoving one open to keep your eyes on him. He needs you to see how powerless you are compared to him, as much as he is fond of you he wouldn’t stand such disrespect on his familiars. His gaze this time felt more threatening, it was suffocating being in the same room as him. 

“Tell me your name.”

A finger presses down on your tongue, it’s unnaturally sharp and cuts the muscle. Trailing blood as it slowly fills in your mouth the more time you refuse to give in. Your eyes widen when you feel his lower fingers under your chin pull down. Fearing he thought breaking your jaw would help you answer faster. Body jerking and shaking, you have control over your upper face, throat cracking out an ugly cry as the pressure becomes too much.

The door bursts open, and Lilia holds the same device you hid under the table.

“We have visitors, and there’s more of them. Do you wish to curse them all or save this building, Malleus?” His voice is calm but his body is agitated. Malleus lets out a small curse, letting your face free as your body falls to the floor.

Shaking and holding yourself, you let drool slip past from your mouth, Silver’s presence is near to be at your aid. It feels weird to have control back. Malleus walks out of the room before turning back to look at you and Silver.

“I expect to come back with you in this very room. Don’t anger me any further, child of man.”

The door slams shut with a harsh swing, Silver takes your body in his hands to carry you into bed. Frozen in fear like a deer in headlights. He walks back to the door to lock it with a key, a small sigh escapes his lips. You move your hands and arms under the covers.

You lay still on the bed, letting the sweat roll down your boiling skin. Your eyes glazed over to Silver, who sits beside you. His hand reaches for yours, thumb gently caressing your knuckles. 

You try your hardest to collect yourself, whatever dignity you have left to move. The key is closed under your palms, gripping it in fear that it might vanish into thin air. Shifting your arms, you pull Silver close to your chest, brushing through his hair. You needed more comfort than him, but you wouldn’t like being belittled by a serial killer. This time you’ll let it slide, holding him closer by rubbing down his back. If you can get him to lower his guard you’ll find something to knock him out with. That is unless this guy was made out of steel. You counted up to thirty seconds before lifting your hand off him, reaching beside him, a lamp sitting on the nightstand. Your chest felt heavy…. looking down to see Silver sleeping peacefully on top of you. With a sigh, you gently move his limbs off of you. Patting around his robes to find the key hidden in an inside pocket, holding back a cheery yelp. The keys are warm, twirl them around your fingers as you take the ring holder back from under the armchair's seat.

Unlocking the door, you slowly open it to prevent any old creaks, glancing back at Silver to make sure he’s asleep. You close the door behind you, the ring holder bundled up in your hands to block out any jingles. All you needed to do was trust your instinct, the glimpse of magic leading you further down the hallway. The run felt like hours, each turn and door you passed felt like a loop, taking up a flight of stairs that ended you in a dead end. That was until your eyes trailed upwards; an attic hatch.

Steadily climbing the railings, you lean onto the poll for support. Going on your toes to pull the dangling string down, finger hooking on the triangle lever. A cloud of dust blinds you for a bit, almost making you lose your balance as the ladder falls. You fasten yourself on the ladder, climbing up to see the mirror just a couple of feet away. A smile cracks your face, happy tears welling up as you hurriedly push yourself up. But something prevented you from moving forward, a force taking your ankle and pulling you down.

“I should've known Silver would let his guard down, you wretched human!”

Restrained, you drop the key holder, bouncing off the stairs and back down the floor. Sebek has your arms behind your back, forced against his chest as he walks down with your flailing form. You hook your leg over his and let him trip alongside you, falling back down the stairs as you both tumble down. The Keys are an arm's reach to grab, crawling away to swipe the goods. Sebek captured your legs once again, but your nerves spiked to drive your foot to his jaw, enough to smack his head to the side.

Mustering up the strength to flee back up the stairs, you let out a yell as you’re yanked back by the hair. Scalp burning with his nails digging deeper into your strands, you slam your body back to hit him against the wall. Sebek is relentless with his tugging and bruising touch, it’s enough to irritate you knowing he’s still being gentle. By gentle meaning having your limbs in place and breathing just fine.

Small forms of smoke puff in the air around the two of you, Sebek finally has you pinned to the floor; his knees are above yours to keep you from moving, hands restrained so you would stop your scratching. Sebek looked more furious than tired, not a roll of sweat on his face as he smacked the ring holder out of your hand. Grunting at the action, you take the time to let your lungs regain some air, you haven’t tussled this long in a while.

“I’m impressed you manage to fight for that long, it’s not easy to control my strength unless you’re purposely trying to let me kill you.” He seethes at you, further pushing your face against the floor.

You open your mouth to say something, but the pressure of your head on the ground makes it harder to do so. Wheezing and tripping over your breath, you slightly look downwards from him, a shadowed figure creeping.

“Sebek–!! “ Calling out his name, he’s taken back by your sudden yelling. His name rings in his ear like a melody, like it was perfect coming from your lips. Unfortunately, he didn’t hear the sudden footsteps behind him.

He’s stunned for a moment, the weight of his knees on yours subsided, letting you bring them up to your waist before kicking his chest. He’s never felt so much lighter, the body easily being kicked around like a rag-doll. He wished he would cut his ears off in shame, the siren had fooled him to succumb to their wish. That wish was the sharp and hollow pain in his throat. But you’re the only thing Sebek can focus on, watching as you grab the keys with horror in your eyes. If he looked just a little harder, something is amusing on your face, the irony of it all. He can’t call out your name.

Your weakened knees run for the stairs again, desperate to get to the ladder. Ignoring the shouts of your saviors whose screams are swallowed by thorny vines tearing their skins apart. You can hear a couple who managed to run behind you in a hurry as well. Hands pull and push up on the ladder, rolling on the old floor as your whole body trembles with excitement.

The mirror hasn’t looked so beautiful, it makes your body shake as you stand to run. Someone screams and falls behind you, you made the mistake of looking back to see their handgun fall and spin on the floor. The thorns are rapidly enclosing you, wrapped in the room as they reach for you like snakes. Fiery green flames burst behind you, blocking you from the mirror and leading you to fall into the wild vines.

Malleus stands in all his glory, the side of his face breaking and peeling back to show hideous scales taken in. Your body is carried towards him, ceasing your struggle to not let the thorns dig into your skin any further. Gritting your teeth, you pull your head back before slamming your forehead against his, horns scratching your skin; enough to make you bleed with a hard headache.

Feeling dizzy, your body is free from the thorns as Malleus backs up in surprise. His hand comes to touch the valley of his horns, feeling something wet. Distracted, you bring your bloodied arms up to eye level, closing one eye and aiming for his eye. The noise is loud, impacting your body to stumble back as a roar echoes throughout the room. You catch yourself for not falling back, heaving at the sight of Malleus holding his left eye.

You’ve never run this fast in your life, skipping over his body and reaching for the mirror. It swirls and glows brightly in your eyes, the thorns wrap around the side of your vision. It forces you down on your stomach, but it doesn't stop you from crawling. Malleus' cries are desperate as he reaches for you, not hearing his pleas to not leave him to fall on deaf ears. Not when you’re focused on how the thorns tightly wrap around your waist, digging and successfully tearing in. Your clothes are soaked in blood as you cough and gag, it enters your mouth and scratches through your insides. Eating your body alive, you're twisted to where your bottom half slowly breaks open, showing your intestines and rib cage. Flicking your eyes back and forth on your disfigured body and mirror, your nail is just an inch away before your body collapses.

You claw at your throat to pull the thorns away, you can’t describe the undying pain you’re experiencing. It felt unreal, mind flashing to everything you’ve seen and interacted with in black and white. You miss your family.

Raising your head to look at the mirror that fades in and out of color, the keys burn in your palms as a chorus of bells rings in your head. Slowly but surely, you’ve given up. You didn’t know why it had to end this way, with your heart bursting and slowing the process of your mind, 

your eyes flutter shut.

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Mutual Desire - Chapter 61

*Warning Adult Content*

On his knees in front of Alexander Nabokov, Damien Clarke couldn't believe what he was about to do. 

Though his mouth salivated at the mere idea of inserting the Russian man's manhood in his mouth. 

Damien had never wanted to suck a man so much in his life.

Not even Craig. 

Nabokov was truly a being on his own.

 And this being, Damien fiercely wanted. 

Nabokov's muscular thighs supported Damien's elongated arms, his hands encircling Nabokov's swollen member. 

The two men intensely held each other's gaze, unable to look away for even a millisecond. 

Damien had this feeling that Nabokov only had eyes for him and that apart from him, nothing else mattered.   

The febrile atmosphere in the air had now turned into a palpable tension and this unbearable tension seemed unshakable when Damien leaned over and took Nabokov's erection in his mouth. 

Damien relished the man's shaft by sucking the tip, savoring the masculine taste on his lips and taking in the musky scent.

Damien kept his eyes on Nabokov, not wanting to miss the supposed effect that the man claimed Damien had on him.

Nabokov's fierce expression seemed to intensify every second that passed and when Damien took half of his absurd length in his mouth, Nabokov tangled his fingers in Damien's hair which he held and stroked. 

That simple gesture increased Damien's need to give pleasure to Nabokov, so he continued to suck and lick the entire length of the billionaire's erection without rest. 

His hands and mouth were moving back and forth and Nabokov's controlled moans with his erotic expression were enough for Damien's own manhood to harden completely in his jeans. 

Nabokov broke eye contact by throwing his head backwards, faint grunts escaping from his mouth, while his hand slightly stretched Damien's strands of hair. 

Damien intended to make Nabokov lose all control and he knew he had that power. 

His tongue continued eagerly its euphoric havoc on Nabokov's long member, spitting on it to better help with the friction. 

Damien gripped Nabokov's testicles, sucking and pulling on them. 

This caused a louder growl from Nabokov who pulled Damien's hair slightly. 

Damien sensed that Nabokov would soon yield though he didn't want it to end. 

Even if his mouth was now in agony, Damien wasn't getting enough of inserting Nabokov's shaft into it.

His mouth was insatiable, as was the saliva coming out of it. 

Damien had never gained such genuine pleasure at giving someone else pleasure. 

This man was really something and the effect he had Damien was just as much. 

Damien's tongue glided over the bottom of Nabokov's smooth shaft skin, as he accelerated his movements, encouraged by the billionaires muffled groans. 

Nabokov's head was no longer tilted back, his eyes falling on Damien's. 

The look Nabokov gave him, signaled Damien that the wealthy man was on the verge of coming. 

Damien had no intention of closing his eyes even if he received death treat to do so. 

Nothing in the world was going to cause him to miss the expression on Nabokov's face while orgasming. 

He wanted to see those grey eyes that obsessed him and continued to obsess his whole being. 

These grey eyes, which were contemplating him at this moment, full of desire and filled with wantonness. 

Damien clearly understood by Nabokov's gaze that the man was refraining from coming as if he wanted Damien's mouth to remain forever there on his member.

As flattered as Damien was, he knew that Nabokov had reached his limit and that he wouldn't be able to control himself for too long. 

Damien didn't intend to help the Russian man make their sexual act last because he took Nabokov's whole length all the way at the back of his throat for a few seconds, neglecting his oxygen. 

Damien separated his mouth from Nabokov's member, breathed for two seconds and wrapped his lips on the billionaire's tip which he sucked without restraint. 

Nabokov's member contracted as he made a strangled noise. 

A fraction of a second later, Damien's mouth begin to fill with Nabokov's release. 

Alexander Nabokov ordered Damien Clark to swallow his release in a hoarse and slightly gasped voice. 

Seeing the handsome Russian man ejaculate made Damien want to free himself too. 

So, he came without warning in his pants. 

Nabokov's dictated order to swallow and his sperm in his mouth contributed greatly to Damien's inability to hold back and thus wet his pants. 

Damien had never come in his pants before and he didn't know exactly what to feel at this first intriguing experience. 

Damien put this thought aside and religiously obeyed Nabokov, swallowing greedily, not missing a drop of the man's salty liquid.

Nabokov was out of breath and he sighed with content as if he had been working endlessly for days and had finally been able to rest. 

He released Damien's strands of hair while Damien got off his knees and sat on the long leather seat, his eyes quickly moving towards the window. 

After what Damien had just done, it was impossible for him to stare at Nabokov right in the eyes. 

He had only one wish at the moment and that was to magically disappear. 

Remorse didn't take long to torment him and Damien was incapable of simply temporarily put aside what had just happened. 

Not with the taste of Nabokov's semen in his mouth which only constantly reminded him of what he had just done and certainly not with the stains of his orgasm in his pants. 

As soon as he gets home, Damien planned to shower without losing a beat. 

The gooey feeling inside his slip was by no means comfortable. 

At least, his mess didn't show, and Nabokov didn't seem to suspect anything. 

Either way, it's not like the man could've done anything to help Damien, unless the car was equipped with a shower. 

With the already impressive features of the car, it wouldn't have surprised Damien if it had been fitted with such a thing. 

Damien's thoughts wandered from his orgasm to Craig and he wanted to throw up since he was so disgusted with himself for doing such a thing. 

How could he and how did he get there?

"Damien," Nabokov muttered, snapping Damien out of his thoughts.

Damien obstinately refused to turn towards Nabokov, not having the guts to look at the man. 

He had the word ‘shame’ displayed all over his face and he felt overwhelmed with poignant regret. 

He had just given pleasure to a man who wasn't his and to add insult to injury, had come just by the mere fact of having the dick of this man in his mouth. 

That had never happened to him before and Damien still didn't know how to interpret that. In what way could he interpret it?

"Damien, look at me," Nabokov demanded, his voice low but intimidating.

Damien's tears ran down on both of his cheeks and he quickly wiped them away. 

He had just committed an act which was most likely irreparable and the horrifying realization that he would surely lose Craig strike him full force. 

Damien thought of himself as a completely pathetic loser who was crying miserably seconds after giving Nabokov a blowjob.

"I can't," Damien refused, his voice breaking on each word.

"I'm not giving you a choice," Nabokov retorted without hesitation, his voice surprisingly soft.

Damien swallowed hard and tried to mentally focus on hold back the tears. 

He managed to put a stop to them as he turned gradually to Nabokov. 

The two exchanged glances and the Russian's was almost tender, not resembling him at all. Nabokov moved closer and glued his forehead to Damien's. 

His hand slid across Damien's cheek who instantly lowered his eyes. 

Damien didn't grasp how Nabokov could still want to sleep with him when he had just cried like a wimp and was an unfaithful asshole. 

Damien naturally began thinking of Craig again, which was rather ironic, since not once while he was kneeling before Nabokov that Craig was present in Damien's overwhelming thoughts. 

He had been far too busy trying to seek every possible way to pleasure Nabokov with his tongue to have his boyfriend of three years in mind.

"Should I drop you off at your place or at mine?" Nabokov asked.

Damien suddenly looked up at Nabokov, taken aback by the question. 

He widened his eyes, instantly realizing what Nabokov was essentially asking him. 

He didn't expect the man to give him a choice and he would have much rather preferred him doing so, since his lips seemed to be sealed. 

The more the seconds passed the more Damien hated himself because his prolonged silence had no place here. 

He should've taken this moment to try redeeming even a little of his tremendous ‘fuckery’ and do everything to give himself a chance to save his relationship with Craig. 

Though Damien was aware that he had just committed an unforgivable act, he had this weird feeling that there was still a hope, however minimal it was, that he could somehow still fix things with his boyfriend and miraculously obtain his forgiveness. 

Perhaps Damien was completely losing it and becoming unmistakably delusional by actually believing that he could have Craig's forgiveness after all this. 

No, it was simply impossible and Damien knew it better than anyone. 

By the time he got down on his knees in front of Nabokov, Damien had known his relationship with Craig was over. 

No matter what means Damien took to feed his hopes, deep down, he was acutely aware that it was a waste of time.

You could lie to everyone except yourself and Damien knew Craig far too well to close his eyes regarding his reaction when learning that he had cheated on him again. 

Craig wouldn't forgive twice and Damien was well aware of this. 

Damien looked up at Nabokov and he felt anger at the sweetness he saw in the man's grey irises. 

They contemplated each other thoroughly and Damien unintentionally made the suspense last. 

Nabokov wanted an answer and as always, he was going to get what he wanted.

"Your place," Damien murmured, in a strangled voice.

There was no longer any reason to keep fighting against something he couldn't run away from. 

The first time he saw Nabokov, Damien instantly felt an attraction for him. 

In no time, this attraction was so intense that it quickly turned into a carnal desire in which Damien found himself wanting another man while being in a relationship, which is something that had never happened to him before. 

Damien had denied, suppressed and muffled this desire and it didn't change anything whatsoever since it remained there and had no intention of leaving. 

Now that Craig was no longer an excuse or rather an obstacle, Damien intended to let this desire speak. 

By losing Craig with his irreversible and inexcusable act, Damien now had nothing to lose, thus no reason to hold back.

"Are you sure?"

No, Damien wasn't sure and he probably never would be but it was now impossible to go back. 

What was done was done and there was nothing Damien could do to erase this night, to erase the taste of Nabokov's semen in his mouth, to erase the desire he felt for this dangerous man. 

So, Damien looked down and nodded, concluding the pact with the devil. 

As he looked up, Damien saw Nabokov forced his lips closer to his. 

He closed his eyes, ready to offer Nabokov his mouth but Nabokov's phone suddenly started making noises, interrupting this future kiss. 

Nabokov sighed through his nose and moved away a little from Damien.

"Excuse me," Nabokov said irritably.

Damien watched Nabokov take his phone from the interior pocket of his jacket and pick it up. 

Though Nabokov was now giving him his profile, Damien could see Nabokov's features tensed up.

"Nabokov," he answered dryly over the phone.

Realizing that staring at Nabokov talking on the phone without saying anything was clearly bizarre, Damien turned his attention back to the window. 

He noticed the mini bar on the side of the door and without hesitation, took a bottle of Hennessy and a glass that he didn't take time to fill. 

Damien swallowed the liquid in a sip before filling the glass again and ingesting the alcohol.

"No, they absolutely need to accept this modality of the contract, otherwise there will be no agreement," Nabokov argued on the phone in a low, dry tone.

Damien wanted to set his brain in sleep mode since he kept thinking about Craig and their relationship which had now likely ended. 

It wasn't official but since Damien could no longer lie to himself and that he knew that when he knelt before Nabokov that he had put the last nail in the coffin regarding his relation with Craig, it was fair to presume that things were over between the two lovers. 

Or rather, ex-lovers. 

Wanting to forget wasn't enough and Damien unfortunately understood that only alcohol could help him temporarily put aside the terrible remorse and thoughts he had regarding Craig.

"Okay, I'm ready to compromise over this but only that," Nabokov emitted sharply, continuing his conversation on the phone.

When Damien glanced at Nabokov after he had emptied his third drink, the man was typing on the keyboard of his laptop with one hand.

"Keep me updated," Nabokov said before hanging up.

Damien continued to stare at the billionaire, his vision starting to become blurry. 

The alcohol seemed to quickly take effect but that didn't stop Damien who emptied his glass as he watched Nabokov press a button on the edge of the door without ever taking his eyes off the screen of his computer. 

Before Damien could even turned to the bar to fill his fourth glass, he felt the car moved.

"I'll be with you in ten minutes, Damien," Nabokov informed him without glancing at him, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him.

For some unexplained reason, Damien's heart reacted violently to Nabokov's words, its rhythm becoming irregular. 

It was as if he had grasped what was going to happen once at Nabokov's house or even after those ten minutes had passed. 

Damien wasn't sure if he was ready to get down to it with Nabokov and whether Nabokov himself was. 

Clearly the fact that Damien had such thoughts on his mind was proof that the devil's drink was taking time to have the desired effect. 

He desperately wanted to get drunk so that he could clear his mind of all reasoning because thinking wasn't what he needed right now.

Damien wanted to relax and forget for a moment his guilt that was eating him from the inside. 

He filled his glass a fourth and then a fifth time. 

He hoped that he wouldn't be needing a sixth or seventh refill to reach his goal. 

In the end, Damien took seven and a half glasses when Nabokov put aside his laptop and turned to Damien, giving him his full attention. 

They were on the road for not so long ago and since it was late and the street was deserted, they were going to arrive at their destination shortly. 

Damien's head was resting on the headrest and he was looking outside through the window, his eyes half closed. 

The alcohol seemed to have transported him to another world and Damien gave the impression that it was one shot of being completely knocked out.

[delirious-donna]

Greedy, Jealous Man [Satoru Gojo]

an: oh @azurelyy, thank you for giving me this prompt for my event. I lost my mind writing this, and now think I am quite obsessed with this version of Gojo-sensei... I hope you like it ^^

prompt: the sin of Greed (with bonus points for some jealousy/envy - I love a challenge!)

pairing: Satoru Gojo (sensei) x female reader (student)

warnings: teacher/student dynamic, Gojo is 28, reader is 19, implied unprotected sex, groping, possessive traits, overstimulation, pussy fingering, cum play, marking, Gojo is a greedy greedy man!

Masterlist

“Why you fucking with those boys?” he demanded of you.

Words were caught fast in your throat, nothing but garbled moans falling from your lips along with pathetic strings of runny saliva. One hand braced against the headboard, the thunderous rattle reverberated around your small dorm room, and the other reached for the insistent hand that was rubbing at your puffy, abused clit.

Celestial eyes crinkled as the snowy-haired male smirked down at you, his head cocked to the side as he batted you away with only a flick of his powerful wrist. He continued to slam his fat cock into your sopping hole at a near inhuman speed whilst playing with your adorably twitchy little clit.

“I asked a question, I expect you to answer like a good girl.”

“F-friends. They’re–fuck–just friends,” you managed to splutter out. 

Heat spread like molten lava across your chest, and sweat beaded over your tits as they bounced wildly from each and every rhythmical pound that Gojo delivered. The way he paused whilst balls deep, pelvis grinding against yours and ensuring your walls were moulded to his length was enough to make you gush anew. 

He was marking you as his, and you loved it.

“Friends,” he mocked, rearing back onto his knees and pulling you down the bed to keep you connected to his eager dick, “don’t think I haven’t seen the way they drool over you. They’d kill for a chance to be inside this sweet pussy.”

Your gaze lowered to your joining point, just in time to watch him pull from your clenching cunt, the red mushroom tip slick with your arousal and a ring of thick cream around his base, dripping towards the sheets. 

“Gojo-sensei.”

He groaned in his throat, and you admired the tendons in his neck straining under the tension. A blush coating his pectorals that rippled under your watch, abs contracting from the rigorous workout of fucking you so damn furiously and possessively. Gojo’s head tipped back to stare at the ceiling for a second before he smacked the head of his cock against your trembling clit hood and slid back in on an exalted sigh.

His large palms groped at you, kneading your dewy flesh and pulling decadent-sounding whines from your throat. That lazy, self-assured smile twisted into something sinister as he locked eyes with you, “this is all mine, understood? These lips, this throat, these perky tits and especially this.”

Satoru’s palm pressed against your cunt, rutting against his own hand as he felt your soaked folds, admired how your pussy sucked him deep and just how responsive you were to his touch.

“I don’t share,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

His pace turned sloppy, your walls clinging to him as you reached your peak with reverential chants of his name, all adding to his already monstrous ego. 

“That’s it, baby, milk me dry.”

As you float gently back down to earth from your mind-shattering orgasm, you had expected this to be the end of things, but oh no. Your greedy man isn’t quite finished with you yet.

Satoru pulls gingerly from your spasming walls, wiping his still rigid cock against your pussy lips before lowering his face between your parted thighs.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you asked on a strangled cry, the sensation of one of his thick fingers collecting your mingled release and pushing it back inside is enough to make you jerk around.

“Don’t wanna waste a drop, plus I can’t help but want more of this tasty pussy.”

The white-haired menace bit tenderly at the crease of your thigh as he continued to stuff his cum into your hole.

“Make sure you wear a skirt to class, I want to see my cum running down your thigh and maybe it’ll keep Itadori-kun and Fushiguro-kun from drooling all over my property.”

Satoru was a greedy, jealous man.

[saintlike78]

Hey Love! Since u want to know my requests here go more one; Marauders x Fem!Reader (I'm a just a little bit obsessed about them hihi:), the reader is pregnant from her first baby and she's so emotional and sensitive cuz pregnancy hormones and she's crying for everything, at the same time she gets mad about anything, and she's horny all time, so she's like a mess of feelings.

(I thought this idea after seeing a scene from Grey's Anatomy, so if you want to check it out to understand; season 9, episode 12, minutes 02:40 to 04:00)

By; Cora🌈 (and the fic that u made about my last request is more perfect than I ever imagined <3)

Those stupid hormones [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Another great request from Cora! This was so fun to write. We all know that out three boys would be the sexiest dilfs ever, you can’t prove me wrong.

Pairings: Poly! Marauders x Fem! Pregnant! Reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, very soft and fluffy, dry humping, polyamorous relationship, pregnancy pains, mention of morning sickness and nausea. As always lmk if I missed anything.

The cool water dripped down your face as you stared at your flushed reflection; pink from the blush that had crept its way up your neck and latched itself onto your cheeks. The nap you had woken from had done nothing to soothe the surge of emotions that ran through you like electricity, the cause being the life growing in your belly. The news of your pregnancy had brought you and your husbands nothing but immense joy, but actually being pregnant was another story and you weren’t even that far along, already dreading the next few months filled with pain and changes – you just wanted your baby to be here already and spare you the grittiness in between.

Having dried your face with your towel and concluding that the pink that had overtaken your face and neck wasn’t going away, you made your way to the living room where the hushed voices of your husbands were residing. Trudging down the hallway you could feel the warmth between your legs, arousal churning, making your face even pinker than it already was.

Having finally made it to the living room you looked upon your three beautiful men, enjoying seeing them relaxed just being with each other and waiting for you.

James and Sirius were seated on the long couch, cuddled up in one end and conversing gently with one another, a rare sight of calm between the two.

Remus was sitting in the armchair with a book in hand focused on the words in front of him not paying attention to James and Sirius’ conversation, but smiling fondly when his eyes sometimes left the page to observe two of his lovers.

As Remus’ eyes left the page for his momentary check on Pads and Prongs, he caught sight of your figure looming in the doorway, a gentle smile on your face as you also observed the two men on the couch.

“Hi bun, good nap?” Remus asked as soon as he noticed you, closing and putting his book down on the small table beside the armchair; the two others looking up as well and smiling at you.

You only hummed in acknowledgment as you made your way towards the scarred man who’d asked the question, crawling on the chair to straddle his legs and wrapping your arms around his neck not giving him any time to process before your lips were on his in a needy kiss. Even though he was surprised, he reciprocated in no time wrapping his arms around your body and holding you closer to him. You whined lowly into the kiss as he slipped his tongue past your lips, your hips instinctively grinding down gently, testing the waters.

Your kiss was interrupted by the sound of Sirius clearing his throat very loudly and dramatically, not enjoying not being a part of whatever was going on between yourself and Remus. You turned your head to look at the culprit of the sound, breathing heavily as you stared at him with wide eyes, both James and Sirius looking back at you with a questioning raised eyebrow.

Remus placed a hand on your cheek to turn your face back to face his, his own brow also raised to match the two others' look of questioning.

“What’s going on Bunny? Not that I’m complaining, just curious,” Remus asked, but a cheeky smile and tone replacing his normal calm and serious voice.

Sirius adding to Remus’ question, “I’m also taking it you’re not cross with us anymore.” Sirius referring to the reason for you taking your nap; you practically being sent to bed after snapping at James for making your tea too hot, then being told off by Remus and Sirius only for you to cry and snap at them as well and Remus ‘suggesting’ a nap for you to cool down.

“No, I’m sorry for being mean… especially to you, Jamie,” you turned to look at James, giving him an apologetic smile.

“That’s okay, baby… I know you didn’t mean it,” he smiled back, his usual big goofy smile, letting you know that he wasn’t upset any longer, probably never was.

You turned back to Remus, looking into his eyes and letting yourself momentarily be lost in them, “I just really need you right now,” you said distractedly, earning yourself a smile from the lycanthrope you were seated on.

Remus leaned forward to kiss your nose, your face scrunching up in the process. His hands snaked around to grip under the back of your thigs before standing with you in his strong grasp, making the short journey to the couch and waiting for James and Sirius to break from each other so that he could seat himself between them.

When Remus was seated with you comfortably, James reached forward to tug a piece of hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek in the process.

“You feeling better, darling? You still feeling poorly?” James asked, your days lately having been filled with nausea, morning sickness, and discomfort.

“I’m feeling better… just a little achy,” you sighed.

“Where are you achy?” Sirius reached forward to rub up and down the expanse of your back, whilst his other hand rubbed gentle circles on your growing stomach.

“A little in my back… my boob… and my…” you paused, taking Sirius’ hand moving it lower on your stomach, right above your ache, “… here.”

“Ahh, I see,” Sirius nodded calmly, though Remus and James didn’t miss the small sparkle in Sirius’ eyes at the excitement.

You slowly started grinding your hips onto Remus’, frustrated tears gathering in your eyes at your desperation, “please,” you breathed out.

“Aww, bunny, don’t cry… we’ll help you out,” Remus laughed, grabbing your sides to stabilize you.

“Don’t laugh at me! I can’t help it… I’m so achy,” your frustration was clear, and the tears that had gathered threatened to spill.

“We’re not laughing, darling, you’re just so adorable,” James grinned, taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m sorry, please just help me… please,” the first tears fell and slowly ran down your cheeks as you continued your grinding, not actually sure why you were crying.

Sirius removed the hand from your back and wiped your tears with the pad of his thumb while cooing, “Don’t worry, puppy, we got you.”

With that he reached a hand into the loose shorts you were wearing, reaching under the waistband of your panties as well, not wanting to put any more stress on you by teasing, his fingers instantly found your clit.

You did miss the rougher sex you would have before you found out you were pregnant, but the boys refused to put you in any sort of stressful situation when you were already going through so many changes and experiencing so many things at once; they decided that it would be best to be soft and gentle with you unless you specifically requested something else.

“Go ahead, grind that pretty pussy on my hand until you cum, pretty pup,” Sirius said as his fingers slowly started rubbing circles on your clit as your hips picked up speed at his words.

A breathy moan left your lips followed by a whimper of pleasure as your eyes fluttered close at the sensation.

Remus’ hands had moved to hold your hips, aiding your movements and choosing the speed at which you moved.

James took your face in his hands, “eyes on me, darling,” he spoke to which you complied, opening your eyes to look at his face. James leaned in for a kiss, enjoying the noises you would choke on when you ran out of breath, the small whines and whimpers being enough for him to cum in his trousers, but he controlled himself – this was for you.

Sirius’ fingers picked up speed as saw the pleasurable shiver run through your body and the small twitch it was accompanied by.

Your breathing increased and the moans became less controlled as the familiar feeling of pleasure grew in the pit of your stomach. Remus picked up the speed of your hips, occasionally bucking his hips to create more friction and pressure for you, but also creating friction on his cock trapped in the restraints of his slacks. Remus’ breathing increased as well, a few grunts and small low moans could also be heard leaving his mouth.

“Gonna cum,” you moaned out as your hips lost their rhythm, stuttering slightly as the pressure in your abdomen gave away, your orgasm ripping through your body, hands gripping Remus’ shoulders to stabilize yourself as your body shook from the orgasm.

Sirius’ fingers were still working on your clit, working you through the feeling, the moans you were releasing like music to his ears.

Remus’ hips bucked once more before he shook as well, releasing a strangled and stuttering moan, his cum making a mess in his smart slacks. “Fuuuck… baby,” he breathed out as he came, his fingers gripping your hips, but not hard enough to hurt you.

Sirius’s grin was so large you were sure it would break his face. He removed his hand from your shorts, kissing your cheek before cheekily looking at Remus. James was trying to keep his smile at bay, but failed miserably, a small giggle escaping his lips.

“Damn, puppy, look what you did,” Sirius grinned.

You looked at Remus’ face, who sported a lopsided smile; you were always surprised at the effect you would have on them at times, this had happened before, but it wasn’t often.

You giggled slightly with James, “Sorry, Remmy.”

“No need to apologize… this is just what happens when an unbelievably sexy, soon-to-be milf sits on top of me,” he laughed, winking at the last statement, causing all of you to burst out laughing.

“You’re going to be the sexiest milf ever and we’ll be the sexiest dilfs, all the other parents are going to run away screaming,” Sirius joked, standing proudly to do a couple of poses, showing off his muscles, James standing as well to pose with him, another fit of laughter rolling through all of you.

You shook your head, “I love you, my most sexy, soon to be, dilfs.”

“We love you too, pretty baby.”

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[lixnininotnay]

Hey do u think you could just do some yan hank x reader :) thank u :)

Hello, and thank you for being the first one to send me a request! And sorry for making you wait for so long, first I thought doing a few headcanons, but soon my ideia became an one-shot, and then it turned out in a full story (sort of, lol). Let's start this tragedy! I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: this story contains a lot murder, description of death, blood, emotional, psychological and physical abuse, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships and behavior, yandere, obsession and others topics. It's not recommended to read it if you are uncomfortable with any of those.

P.s.: if I forgot to put some warning or if you spot any grammatical error, please tell me! I would be thankful.

All the mistakes you made (A Yandere!Hank x reader story)

Chapter I. - Your first mistake.

You kicked and squirmed against the man who held you in a grip that felt like steel, but even though you were giving it your all, your resistance was showing no result. In fact, it looked to him like you were just a rag doll that he was carrying on his shoulder, but it was also because you were weak and heavily injured.

"Let me go, your fucking bastard!" You hissed. No answer. He just continued walking stilly, like if it was the most ordinary thing that ever happened.

But to be truthful, that wasn't the most eccentric thing he'd ever done. Hank was famous for causing large-scale massacres, but you didn't believe in it before, after all, how could a single person destroy entire units by himself and without leaving any witnesses?

You thought it was all a farce, that in reality it was a group that was after all this killing, and they pretended to be only one person to strike fear so nobody would try to counter them. So you ended up accepting the mission to go after that guy called "Hank" in order to investigate further and see if your theory was correct, you were curious to see the truth. That was your first mistake. You were in an arsenal of the A.A.H.W. with other mercenaries and agency members, they apparently managed to locate approximately where his base is and planned to attack in a large number, and they also talked about the possiblity of having a pizza party that might happen after, but you didn't mind too much.

While everyone was getting ready and arming themselves to the teeth, you could hear an explosion noise, followed by gunfire and screams filled of agony. Everything happened so fast that you couldn't ratiocinate correctly.

You quickly obeyed your senses and threw yourself behind a pillar, thus protecting yourself from the barrage of gunfire that followed right after, that covered the entire room in red and yellow. After everyone realized that the enemy had finally run out of ammo, the ones who survived came out of their hiding places and started trying to fight back, but were quickly killed one by one. Picking up an AK-74, you tried to get as far away as possible, knowing that facing danger head-on would be futile.

Going up a staircase and reaching a higher landing, you got behind a container and peeked out to see who the enemies were. As a consequence, taking a fright when realizing that it was just one person, not a group, easily killing several with just a katana in hand. You tried to ignore this fact and focus on the battle, firing and managing to land two shots on him.

Hank rapidly became annoyed, and started to ignore the agents that were going at him and changed his direction to you and the other two snipers who were on your side. For a split second, as he lifted his head to see where the shots were coming from, you could see bloodlust in his eyes, similar to a malicious and hungry animal, it was terrifying.

And then he began to move in a fierce way, brutally slicing anyone on his path to you. You were trying to reload your gun and to back away even more, but he had already gone up the stairs, kicked the closest sniper in the face causing them to hit their head against the wall, instantly killing them. He tried to cut you in half with his katana right away, but you managed to hold the blow using the AK-74 and kicked him in the stomach, pushing him away.

The second sniper tried to shoot him, but Hank managed to ricochet two bullets, hitting them back and in the meantime you bolted behind a wall, he took the gun from the first one he killed, and you started exchanging shots. You got hit twice, once in the shoulder and once in the abdomen, and you ran out of bullets, when he realized that, he went straight towards you and tucked the gun behind his back. You tried to run away, but he had already reached and started to strangle you, he wanted to have the satisfaction of killing you with his bare hands.

You struggled for air, but his grip was stronger, you could see the sadistic urge to kill in him, without showing an ounce of pity.

Just when you thought it was your end, the second soldier shot Hank, before they took their last breath and died in their own blood trail made after they crawled close enough to aim. In the second he momentarily loosened his grip, even though you were still dizzy from the lack of air, you managed to grab the gun from Hank's back after the shot, struck him with it, taking him off you and getting up quickly with the help of the the wall, trying to hold the gun and aim it, shivering from the adrenaline, bruises and out of breath.

"It's over. Just give up already." You demanded.

"You're a really annoying bitch." Hank hissed, still on the floor and with one hand on the left side of his face, where you hit him and cracked the glass of his goggles.

And all of a sudden, just when you thought Hank was finished, he got up, you tried to react but your movements were still slow. He grabbed the gun from your hands, caught you around the neck with his other hand, making you bang your head against the wall and then knocking you to the ground. The impact was so bad that you felt blood seeping from your lips and a tremendous headache, making you whimper in pain. Hank just chuckled at your state.

"Goin' down that easily? You're pathetic." Hank mocked you as he approximated. You tried to creep away but he stepped on your back, stopping you once more. He bent down to look at you closely, your eyes still had the slendor of the desire to fight and survive, an expression on the face from someone that wouldn't give up yet, he loved it. He stopped for a second to think, then continued. "Y'know what? I liked you, just love your type." You tried to process what he told you, but nothing made sense. "I'm keepin' you with me. Stay here." He said as he got off from you, but before shooting one of your legs. What made you scream out loud in pain, the adrenaline of the moment passed causing all the pain to hit you at once, while Hank came down from the platform to kill the rest of the agents, and the A.T.P. soldiers and mags that just arrived.

Everything in you hurts, even breathing, it was hard to relax. You spent a few minutes lying on the floor listening to the gunshots and screams in the background that haunted your ears, sounds that were becoming more muffled as the time passed, and trying to somehow control the pain, however your efforts did not yield results, the burning sensation of your wounds remained and you were struggling to not faint. When your vision started to get blurry, you heard something:

"Hello? Anyone's listening? Hello?" You turned your head to the voice, it was coming from the room that had the radio. "I repeat, anyone's listening?"

Clinging to what you thought was a glimmer of hope, you rise up with difficulty from the ground and began to stumble to the station, almost slipping in your own puddle of blood. After arriving with difficulty in the chamber, you answered. "Yes, (Y/N) talking, it's an emergency." You battled to say, your throat felt like it was on fire.

"What happened?"

"Hank invaded the base, we need units, NOW!" You tried to demand, your voice was still weak.

"It will take some time, we don't have any available next to your location." That irritated you.

"For the fuck sakes, we don't have time--" They hung up, wich made you rage and question if all your efforts were in vain.

You tried to keep your composure, after stopping for a few seconds to calm down, you rummaged around and found some bandages and an adrenaline shot in one of the lockers, which you used to cover the wounds and applied to yourself, now managing to stand up and even walk. And digging a little further you found a knife bag with a knife inside, which you decided to hide in one of your boots, and a pistol that you kept in your hands.

When you left the room, you decided that you were going to run away without anyone noticing, to hell the reward money. Watching your surroundings and hiding behind the containers, you saw that Hank was no longer in sight which made you panic, but you also saw the body of the guy who saved you, you tried to check their pulse, but they were gone.

"Thank you. Rest in peace, my man." You said in respect, while closing their eyes, knowing that if they didn't help, you would be dead. Before getting up and leaving you saw that in their pocket there was a grenade, which you decided to take.

You rushed down the stairs and walked down one of the long corridors for what felt like hours, the place looked like a maze full of corpses, making it obvious that Hank has been through here. Entering and turning in several corridors, trying to remember where is the exit, made you regret to not paying attention and memorize the place, this base was gigantic.

Hearing heavy footsteps approaching you, you entered a room that looked like a dormitory and hid under a bunk bed, carrying the pistol. You heard the door open again.

"You really don't obey when someone says to, do you?" You can feel the irritation in his speech, sounded like Hank was searching for you for some time already.

He began looking around the room for you, kicking and knocking over some furniture in the process, you started crawling under the beds trying to make as much silence as possible and get next to the door. For a moment he stopped and was silent, a sudden movement that made you uneasy. He was trying to hear you. After what seemed an eternity of silence, he turned his head towards the bed you were hiding underneath.

Fuck it.

You abruptly ran to the door for your life, and before he could do anything, you took aim and started shooting towards him to keep your distance and threw the grenade at him, closing the entrance as you left. Even though, he protected himself with using the beds, leaving no major injuries on him, it really took him by surprise. Hank didn't expect that you could do all of this for your bruises, you sure were an interesting person. Now he really wants you.

You sprinted as fast as you could, your movements becoming more clumsy as the pain returned, but it didn't stop you. Finally finding the exit, you spotted a vehicle that could easily get in and hot-wire it, but wasn't able to, despair making it even harder. In this short meantime, you felt a pair of hands pulling you by the collar of your shirt and pulling you out of the vehicle.

"You really know how to get under my skin." he admitted, both out of admiration and irritation in a threatening way, looking directly in your eyes. And he threw you over his shoulder, hurting you and making you drop your pistol in the process. He couldn't be gentle even if his life depended on it. "I'd have drive us both to the base, but you are such a fucking annoyance that makes it impossible." And then he started walking with you on his shoulder.

What he said made you shiver, what was he planning to do with you? You started to struggle, waiting for him to let go of you, but he just held you tighter. You soon ran out of strength and gave up, getting more tired and weaker by every minute, all this agitation was too much for you, so eventually, you end up passing out from exhaustion.

Hank still couldn't figure out what he found so fascinating about you, maybe because you, a nobody, managed to survive him for so long, few did, or because of your determination and how you surprised him, or even the way you looked at him, he loved to see that mixture of fear, hate and will to live in your face, it was so intriguing.

Whatever it was, he wouldn't be worrying and questioning himself nonstop right now, he didn't need to. Because he would have all the time he wanted to discover now.

[chadillacboseman]

^Pic from @autumnleaves1991-blog 's writer wednesday prompt.

Pairing: Cal Kestis x F!Reader Word Count: 950 Warnings: Unprotected sex, some indulgence of my praise kink. A/N: As we all know, I am obsessed w/ my beloved poncho Jedi. He deserves to fuck.

--

Cal Kestis had to admit that sometimes the view in the scrapyard wasn’t so bad- at least when you were around. When the Bracca sun hit your face just right, you looked like a painting, perfect and radiant. Even when your skin was smeared with dirt and grease, or when you were spouting curses like a pirate, you were beautiful.

Sometimes, you’d catch Cal staring and you’d shoot him cross-eyed face, sending him into a fit of laughter. He wondered if you knew, deep down, how he felt. But those were dangerous waters- he was a Jedi in hiding after all.

So for now, he was content with watching you and longing from a distance.

--

The ride back to the Scrapper City was long, and Cal often found himself drifting to sleep with the gentle sway of the railcar. Occasionally, you would let him rest his head on your shoulder while he dozed, chuckling as he softly snored.

This night was the same- the long trip through the pouring rain and the railcar swaying gently in the Bracca storm.

Scrapper City was ugly- all high rise buildings and smog-filled skies. Prauf, Cal, and yourself shared a dwelling on the 14th floor of a bland, metal building that had far too few windows. It had three bedrooms, but only one bathroom, which sometimes led to mornings filled with angry yelling and pounding on doors.

Cal was just happy to have you and Prauf close to him. Bracca was more tolerable with friends, and he wasn't sure what he would do without the two of you.

Nighttime had fallen in earnest by the time the railcar arrived in Scrapper City and the three of you stepped out into the rainy darkness. Prauf loudly declared that he was headed to the nearest bar, and you yawned and mumbled something about turning in early.

Cal thought about joining Prauf at the bar- a stiff drink would soothe his aching muscles. But more of him wanted to join you in the apartment- to be close to you for the hour or so before you fell asleep.

The two of you rode up the lift in silence, all yawns and stretches of sore bones as the machinery ground along to the 14th floor. Cal snuck small glances at you, watching the way you fidgeted with your shirt and wiped at the grease marks on your knuckles.

Once in the apartment, you went to the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge for a late night meal. Cal shuffled behind you, trying to reach the water bottle he left on the counter just as you bent lower to clasp the handle of the jug in the back.

Cal's breath hitched in his throat when you brushed against him. You turned your head at the sound, tousled hair hanging in your eyes and a puzzled expression on your face.

"Sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with want, "Just trying to get my water bottle."

You didn’t move.

“Cal…” your voice was soft, and your eyes remained locked with his, “Do you want me?”

The next moments were a blur; Cal followed you to his bedroom, heart thudding in his chest, shedding his poncho and shirt as he went. You dropped your clothes to the floor and Cal tried to stop his jaw from doing the same- he had seen you in minimal clothing before, sure, but this was different.

You were in his bed.

Cal felt like his brain was on fire when he freed his erection and climbed on top of you. You cupped his face with your hand and he let out a shaky breath.

“It’s okay, Cal,” you murmured, “you deserve this.”

The Jedi pushed into you with a groan and you cried out his name, clutching at his broad shoulders. He pulled out slowly before snapping his hips back into you with a low moan.

“You look so beautiful,” he grunted between thrusts, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Cal dipped his mouth to yours, teeth nipping gently at your bottom lip as he fucked you. His kiss was frantic, desperate, as if he thought he was going to wake up from a dream at any moment. His pace was growing erratic as he came closer to the edge, barely able to contain himself any longer.

Cal pulled back and snaked a hand to your clit, the rough pad of his thumb working in gentle, tight circles on the button of nerves. You whimpered his name and he grinned, “I like the way that sounds.” You slapped weakly at his chest and he chuckled.

“Cal, please-” you were practically whining, “I’m so close.”

Your words set the Jedi’s mind into a frenzy. He continued his movements on your clit as he thrusted into you mercilessly. You let out a strangled cry as you clenched around him, and the sound was enough to drive him over the edge. His hips stuttered as he spilled inside you with a groan.

Cal stayed like that for a moment before pulling out slowly, savoring the sight of himself covered in both of your releases. He collapsed beside you, sweat-covered, and you sat up on your elbow to look at him.

“Prauf cannot find out about this,” you muttered, “he will never shut up if he does.”

Cal chuckled and turned on his side to face you, “He won’t.”

“He might-” You lowered your voice and Cal raised an eyebrow, “He came home about 10 minutes ago.”

[dreamescapeswriting]

Little Blue Pill ~ JJK [M] [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 4.2k

↬↬↬Genre: SMUT with a little dash of fluff

↬↬↬Pairing: College!Jungkook x Fem!Reader

↬↬↬ REQUEST: A horny girl mixes Viagra in Jungkook’s drink, Y/N knows Jk hates this girl and yet she’s on top of him. Y/n gets Jungkook off of her and gets him to her room. (Note: They have unconfessed feelings for one another) @kb-bangtanenthusiast

↬↬↬WARNINGS: language, drinking, sex, unprotected sex, intense orgasms, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving and m receiving) best friends to lovers

This was a bad idea, going to a party was a bad idea but going to a party where you knew there would be alcohol and girls throwing themselves at Jungkook even worse. It was hard enough to watch them flirt with him in the halls of college but to have to see that out at the frat house was going to be even worse for you. 

"Cheer up, it'll be fun." Jungkook chuckled bringing over a red cup full of liquid you didn't even want to think about, you just wanted to down the cup and hoped it made the time go by faster. 

"You'll have fun, I'll be in the corner like a loser with no friends." It was always the same, he would drag you along to a part promising not to leave you alone but eventually be dragged off by the guys or by girls to have drinks alone leaving you to deal with yourself. Eventually finding a drunk Jungkook later only to struggle to get him up to his bed in the frat house, 

"You have me," You stared at him swallowing the lump in your throat, maybe it was the rush of being alone with him for the first time all day or the thought of him going home with another girl but you had the sudden urge to confess your feelings to him, 

"Jungkook can I-"

"KOOKIE!" You stopped talking instantly when Jaine's voice came through the air and burst your eardrums, you looked down at the floor as she engulfed Jungkook into a hug. He glanced at you for help but you couldn't help but giggle at the sight, he hated her but she was convinced they were supposed to be together. 

"Y/n, what are you still going here? I'm here now you can leave." You stared at her with a raised eyebrow taking Jungkook by the arm, 

"We're fine thanks Jaine, but if you want to go and get us a drink I won't say no." You smiled condescendingly at her and she scoffed looking at Jungkook and then to your arms that were linked together, it was an unspoken rule to act as though you were together whenever he was around. She'd been obsessed with Jungkook since your first year at college, always following him around and trying to flirt with him so he told her that you and he were an item just to make things smoother but it didn't work. She just got more aggressive towards you and more hands-on with Jungkook, always trying to hug and kiss him.

"You can't leave my side all night." He whispered to you snaking his arm around your waist, he wasn't going to lie and say he didn't enjoy this feeling because he did. Jungkook had one of the biggest crushes on you but he'd never admit it to you in fear of losing you as a friend, he always wanted you in his life in one way or another. 

"Jungkook what if I have to pee-"

"I'll come with you, girls do it all the time right? What's the big deal?" You rolled your eyes playfully at him and gasped as he pulled you closer into his chest, your heart was racing at the sudden closeness of you both and he smirked down at you. The smirk that had girls weak at the knees and made your heart skip a beat,

 "Careful Y/n, someone will think you're actually in love with me." He joked licking his lips as his eyes danced between yours and your lips, he was dying to reach out at kiss you but a huge slap across his back pulled him back to the harsh reality where he wasn't your boyfriend. 

"JUNGKOOK! Let's go! Beer pong in the kitchen!" You were dragged along with him as he clutched onto your waist tightly, not wanting to risk losing you in the party crowd or to be left defenceless against Jaine who was lingering around the kitchen.

"Is the pretty little lady joining in on the game?" Jimin asked as he walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips, you shivered at the contact but shook your head. 

"No, just here to support." You smiled as politely as you could and Jungkook linked his hands with you - something you did so often and yet you still got butterflies every time he touched you. 

"You alright? You got a little hot." Jungkook whispered frowning as he turned to look at you, he wanted to make sure you weren't getting sick if you got sick he would panic he hated whenever you got sick.

"I'm okay." You whispered to him handing him the small ping pong ball and waited for him to take his first throw.

A couple of hours had passed and the party began to get overcrowded, you'd lost Jungkook when he was trying to follow you to the bathroom. He'd been serious when he said he wasn't going to let you leave him alone but now he was alone and you were trying to find him, 

"Namjoon have you seen Jungkook?" You yelled over the booming EDM music that was coming from the speaker system he was standing in front of, 

"He's with Jaine, think she took him outside to get some air!" You frowned, why would he be with Jaine when he couldn't stand her? You followed the gap in the crowd to make your way out to the back door, low and behold Jungkook was sitting on the porch swing with Jaine attached to his neck. Sucking along the skin while she moaned out his name, begging him to fuck her. For someone who couldn't stand her Jungkook seemed to be enjoying himself a bit too much, she ground down against him and he let out a strangled moan. 

"Jungkook?" His eyes were on you as he placed his hands on her hips to stop her from moving on him, he clearly didn't want her there. 

"Y/n-"

"Upstairs now!" You were trying to fake being mad at him, faking a fight was going to be the only way Jaine was going to get off his lap but he stood up dropping her to the floor the second he heard you yell at him.

"Y/n let me explain-" You took his hand in yours pulling him in back through the house, ignoring the wolf-whistles you were getting from his frat brothers as you pushed him into his bedroom and locked the door.

"Y-Y/n you might not want to stay in here." You frowned turning to face him but he was shyly pulling a pillow over himself, 

"What? Did she turn you on?" You stopped laughing when you realised he was nodding his head but biting his lip. 

"I-I think she slipped me something," He groaned looking away from you as his cheeks turned a bright red colour,

"Like a blue pill kind of something?" You whispered you couldn't help but feel turned on by the thought of him being hard under the pillow, it wasn't the first time he'd been hard in front of you though. You woke up one morning after staying over and his erection was against your ass, you'd gone home that night and drained the batteries out of your favourite toy after feeling it against you for the first time.

"Want me to leave you to it?" He nodded his head shyly and you smirked sliding out of the room so he could have some time alone to himself even if you were aching out to stay there with him and help him out yourself. 

[Jungkookie] Come here? 

You smiled looking at the messaged, it had been an hour so you were finally glad it was gone and you could go up to sleep. You'd changed into one of his shirts in Namjoon's room and decided to hide out in there until his problem was taken care of and you could go to sleep. 

"Thank god cause I'm so tired-" You stopped yourself as you entered the room to see Jungkook with tears on his face, 

"J-Jungkook?!" You shut the door and locked it going over to him, he had the pillow on his lap once again but he was in his boxers, 

"What's wrong?" You cupped his face in his hands but he shook his head at you looking away from you, 

"I-I tried but it won't go away and it's starting to hurt." You felt for him you really did. 

"Did you try-"

"Yes I tried everything, n-nothing will work." The look on his face broke your heart as he looked up at you with sad eyes and then he scanned your body as you stood in front of him with nothing but his T-shirt on, not helping his situation if anything it only made him hornier.

"Want me to help?" You had no idea where the sudden burst of confidence was coming from but you were willing to do anything to make Jungkook crying plus...Getting to see him naked had been on your mind for years. 

"Y-Y/n, are you sure?" You nodded your head at him walking over to his speaker to put on some music, it covered the awful sounds coming from downstairs and gave you a little extra confidence for what you were about to do. 

"Just sit back Kookie," You breathed in his ear kissing his cheek gently before standing in front of him and slowly raising the edges of his shirt from around your body, he licked his lips as the bright red underwear you'd picked out that morning.

"Fuck." He grunted his eyes widening as you threw the shirt somewhere else in his room, you bit your lip as he watched you closely holding out his hands to touch you so you moved closer to him. Standing between his legs so he could reach you, he ran his hands up and down your sides as he stared into your eyes. 

"You're so beautiful you know that?" You felt your body heat up at the sudden compliment and attention but you continued to strip out of the remaining clothes, unclasping your bra and throwing it somewhere before you began rubbing your breasts in your hands and smirking at Jungkook. 

"O-oh shit," He groaned feeling himself grow uncomfortably harder as he watched you touching yourself like that.

"Relax baby," You cooed taking control of the situation you slowly moved the pillow from his lap and took on of his hands to place it on top of his boxers while you took the other to touch your own breasts with. He began to pump himself slowly but you resisted the urge to watch him deciding it was better to help him this way than to let yourself get greedy with him but you couldn't deny how wet you were growing. 

You let your hand travel down to the waistband of the red panties you were wearing and slowly teased the edge of them away from your skin, kicking them off before your rose your fingers to your lips and began sucking them. 

"What are you-" Jungkook stopped his question when he watched you dive your two fingers into your core as you stood in front of him, he groaned at the sight pumping his hand faster to match the pace of your fingers trying act as though it was him making you whimper the way you were. 

"F-Feels good." You breathed out pulling your fingers from yourself and smirking as you laid down on Jungkook's bed, you spread your legs in front of him as you leant your back against the headboard of his bed. 

"You wanna watch me, baby?" You teased running your fingers between your folds imagining it was him the way you always did in your own dorm room, you never thought in a million years he would ever see you do this though. You threw your head back against his headboard as you moaned out his name loudly not caring about anyone else in the house since it wasn't like they could hear you anyway.

"Jungkook-ah." You whimpered pumping your fingers in and out of you the way you always imagined he would be being right in front of him wasn't working, you needed to feel his fingers inside of you instead. 

"T-Touch me." You begged him opening your eyes to see him working his cock at the same pace as your fingers, 

"Please Kookie! I need you," He was about to ask if you were sure when he looked into your eyes and could tell you were positive about it, he'd been with other girls so he knew what to do but with you it was different. He felt nervous and afraid he wasn't going to be able to please you but he shook it aside, slowly pulling your fingers from your core and licking them clean. 

"You taste just how I always imagined." He chuckled looking at you as he ran his hand down your stomach and to your core, he used his ring finger to tease you clit slowly making you whimper as he stared you in the eyes. 

"Jungkook don't tease me." You hissed at him bucking up your hips to make him move faster but he pinned your hips down to the bed. 

"I'm in charge baby, be a good girl." He warned you bending down so that his lips were hovering above yours, you pushed up to meet his lips and moaned into them as he pushed two fingers into your core meeting your g-spot instantly and beginning to curl. 

"S-So good," You whimpered against his lips as he moved you to lay down against his sheets, he continued to pulse his fingers in and out of you curling occasionally just to hear your strangled moans of his name. It was like music to his ears. 

"I'm going to do something else now-"

"Anything, Jungkook just take me okay?" You begged him looking at him as he smirked kissing down your body, he gently placed a kiss on both of your thighs before pulling out his fingers and pinning your legs to the bed so you were spread out for him to see. 

"So wet-

"Don't tease." You hissed once more and he chuckled bending down to lay a small kiss on your clit, sucking on it as he pulled away. 

"Fuck I can't wait to taste you," He kept your legs pinned down either side of your body and he dove into you, sucking and licking as he ate you out loudly. He'd dreamt of the day he could do this to you, have you moaning and wriggling beneath his grasp as he made you come undone on his tongue. 

"Jungkook!" You breathed loudly throwing your head back down against the silk pillows and putting your hands into his long black hair, you began tugging at the strands of it to bring him closer to your core. 

"Close." You warned him as you felt the familiar building of your orgasm, he smirked humming against your clit as he began pumping two fingers in and out of your curling them up so he could bring you closer to your release. 

"J-Jungkook-" You tried to push him away from the experience you had guys didn't like it when you came on their tongue but Jungkook stood his ground, 

"Cum on my tongue baby girl," You whimpered at the words he used for you and you threw your head back as he began humming on your clit sending vibrations through your body sending you over the edge. 

"Fuck!" You began breathing heavily as you grasped onto his hair holding you tightly against your core as you came on his fingers and tongue whimpering his name as you moaned loudly.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled watching you shakily slide of the bed sitting between his legs, 

"It's not fair for one and not the other," You whispered pulling down his boxers coming face to face with his cock for the first all-night and your mouth fell open, you hadn't imagined him to be this big. 

"What is it?" He hissed as you touched him, he was sensitive due to the uncomfortableness of the boner and your shook your head at him, 

"J-Just bigger than I thought." You whispered looking up at him as you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly starting to pump looking up to see if he was okay with this but he groaned, 

"Spit on it," You nodded but instead of spitting, you used your tongue to lick from his base to the tip swirling your tongue around so get him wet enough, spitting into your hand as you started to pump him. You didn't know if you could fit him into your mouth but you would try when it came to it, he licked his lips watching you as you pumped him in your hand swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock. He moaned out winding his hands in your hair as you continued to work on him. 

"Shit Kookie, you're red-raw." You sighed looking as his tip spilt precum down his length, you licked it up moaning out as the taste it was salty but nothing you couldn't handle. Jungkook's eyes seemed to darken and widen a little as he watched you do that, 

"Y/n please, suck it." He begged you and you gladly obliged taking his head into your mouth and hallowing your cheeks out so you could fit more of him into you, his hips jerked a little as he got used to the warm feeling of your mouth but he pushed your head down with his hands. 

"Y/n-ah." He cried out closing his eyes as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, you tried to take him a little deeper, taking a breath through your nose and ignoring the tears in your eyes. 

"Mmm," You moaned around his length and he grunted loudly feeling the vibrations run through his cock and through his body he looked at you and moaned out as he saw you trying your bed. He went to realise some of the grip on your hair but you let out a whine of protest looking up at him and smirking around his length. Your hand began to play with his balls, rolling them between your fingers as you continued to bob your head around him. 

"Oh shit." He moaned out as you sucked harder, swirling your tongue around the head as you pulled up for air only to take him back into your mouth again and hit the back of your throat, repeating the same step but stopping at the tip to drag your tongue around his slit taking him once again. 

"Shit," He shouted out thrusting his hips up into your mouth a few more times, his abs tensing as he felt himself getting closer to his release, you moaned around him to let him know it was okay and he groaned holding you in place as he twitched in your mouth, shooting into the back of your throat, you pulled off when he filled your mouth but he continued pumping releasing more onto your breasts as you swallowed what was in your mouth. You giggled slicking some of his cum up onto your fingers and licking them clean but he was still just as hard as before and he let out a groan of annoyance as he realised it wasn't going to go away any time soon.

"Come here baby," You giggled pulling him onto the bed as you kissed him lovingly, you laid beneath him as you pumped him with your hand earning groans and moans from him as you spread your legs for him. 

"Y/n- Are you sure?" You nodded your head at him, 

"I've never been so sure about anything Jungkook." You whispered kissing him lovingly as you lined him up at your entrance, he moaned out at the contact and slowly eased himself into you. 

"S-So warm," You giggled at his crude term and kissed him again bucking your hips to let him know it was okay for him to move and he slowly began to pull in and out of you hitting your hilt with ease.

 "You're so big Jungkook- Fuck-" Your nails ran down his bare back as you cried out his name feeling every inch of him deep inside of you just as you imagined it. His hand went onto your waist while his other lifted your leg up to pin it down to the mattress,

"So deep!" You whimpered as he began thrusting more roughly this time, pulling all of the way out of you only to slam right back inside causing you to moan loudly.

"JUNGKOOK!" You cried out locking eyes with him as he smirked at you slamming in and out of you ruthlessly as he felt you clenching around him, 

"You're so fucking tight, has noone fucked you this good before Princess?" You hissed at his words not being able to talk back to him as you moaned out his name, it was all that took over your mind. The feeling of him finally filing you up and his name. 

"Jungkook!" You begged him as he reached down to touch your clit rubbing it in first rough circles to match his thrusts, you began breathing heavily as you felt your orgasm building up like it did before. 

"You gonna cum for me?" He questioned cocking his eyebrow up as he slowed his thrusts down until your breathing slowed only to pick them back up again and ram back into you. 

"You wanna cum all over my cock?" You nodded your head looking up at him with pleading eyes begging him silently to let you cum but he chuckled pulling out of you and spinning you so you were laid on your stomach, 

"Legs together Princess," He ordered slapping your ass cheeks as you obeyed him, he groaned pushing his cock between your folds, he lifted your ass up just an inch from the mattress before he sunk into you all of the way. The new angle somehow made it feel deeper than ever and all you could do was croak out a loud cry of his name, clutching on the sheets as you fought to keep your legs together. 

"So tight-"

"So deep!" You yelled out moaning loudly as you felt him pounding in and out of your grabbing your ass as he massaged in his hand,

"Cum around me like a good girl," He whispered in your ear as he continued to pulse in and out of you groaning in your ear as he sucked on the skin of your neck. 

"Jungkook! I-I-" You couldn't even finish speaking before your orgasm ripped through your body, your legs shook as you came around him bucking up into his hips as he tried to pull away you needed him to hold himself deep inside of you. 

"DON'T STOP!" You begged him looking over your shoulder as he chuckled thrusting back into you as he fucked you through your second orgasm of the night. 

"S-Shit, Jungkook please," You begged him but this time you were begging him to finish, you were so full of his cum and sore from him fucking you so much. 

"C-Close baby girl," He promised you leaning down to kiss you as he thrust into you on the bed, 

"Fill me up Jungkook." You whispered into his ear as you brought him into another loving kiss, the whole night had been rough fucks but with loving kisses. He had you in the missionary position now staring into your eyes as he felt himself getting closer. 

"I-I'm close too Kookie okay?" You whimpered looking at him as he hocked your leg over his arm slowly thrusting into you as he moaned out your name, he nodded his head at you and kissed you sweetly. 

"Shit right there," You whimpered clenching around him as he got just as deep as the first time and had you crying out his name. 

"Jungkook I'm cumming! J-Jungkook! Fuck- Ugh I- s-shit! I love you Jungkook!" You screamed out as he pushed you through your sixth and final orgasm of the night you whimpered loudly as he held himself inside of you cumming into you again. 

"I love you too Y/n." He grunted holding himself in place, he didn't want to pull out and have the night be over just yet, your eyes fluttered shut as you fought to keep them open. 

"Sleepy?" He chuckled pulling out of you slowly and sighing in relief as he finally felt himself going soft for the first time all night, he had no idea how many viagra Jaine had slipped him but he was secretly thanking her for it right now. It meant he finally got to confess his feelings to you. 

"Very," Your voice came out hoarse from all the screaming you'd been doing and he chuckled reaching for a bottle of water from the side of the bed and handing it to you. You hissed as you tried to sit up from the bed and he told you not to move. 

"Stay here alright, we'll move in the morning," He chuckled wrapping the sheets around you both as you laid there panting heavily and giggling at one another in a post-orgasmic state.

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[slasherholic]

synopsis: you work at smith’s grove, and by god, you are determined to snuggle michael myers even if it kills you.

contains: gender neutral reader, drugging, nonconsensual cuddles, lots of hair petting, somnophilia(?) intimate touching but no nsfw

Michael Myers x Reader | Stolen Affection

“You really don’t have to fight it.” You say, tenderly. It is the first you’ve spoken to him since the needle went in.

“If you let it take you, I promise it will be very pleasant.”

Michael’s eyes are cold, like a bitter autumn wind sweeping down a desolate street. He glares up at you past long, dark lashes, and you refuse to look him in the face. It’s no small wonder the man doesn’t speak—those violent eyes declare greater threats than spoken word ever could.

But the violence has begun to soften. 

As you caress his hair, twisting and weaving through his dark curls, his eyelids, teeming with heaviness, linger shut between deliberate, calculated blinks. You have not turned a blind eye to the way his body has begun to loosen all over, how his clenched fists have slackened into open palms, how his head has sunken deeper into his pillow, how the rigid tension in his jaw has all but dissipated. Michael is still fighting, still refusing to let you have your way with his body—but slowly, surely, your drug is dragging him under.

And the further under Michael goes, the more accepting he seems to become of your touch.

Your fingers begin through his hair again. His long lashes flicker, struggling to stay open; his eyes close, only for a beat. When they open again the pale blue irises peering up at you are just a bit duller. The sedative has begun to take its toll. 

You cannot place exactly when your fascination with Illinois’ worst murderer began—you can only say that it was sometime long before you had ever been working at the sanitarium, a year before his recapture, when you were still reading about the brutal killings in the local newspaper, perhaps even longer—but you do know why it began. The thought of being intimate with something so dangerous made sparks fly in your belly.

The fact that Michael is drop-dead gorgeous by anyone’s standards certainly didn’t help to alleviate your obsession.

Michael’s subtle, stubborn frustration at his predicament has loitered on his handsome features since you first slipped the needle into his arm. A much longer time than you figure should be possible, considering the generous dosage. The drug has begun to take him, yes, but his opinion of you remains starkly written in the slight furrow of his brow—if you were to unfasten the thick leather straps across his wrists and chest now, his hands would find their way around your neck before you could let loose a single bloody scream.

But you don’t let up. You don’t let up because you can see his icy resolve slipping every time your fingers dance along his scalp.

At the apex of another gentle repetition through his curls, Michael’s eyes blink tiredly. His lashes flutter and flutter, struggling, struggling…

Finally, they close. His head lolls into your hands. He doesn’t move again.

You continue to pet him, biding your time, just to be safe. You are well aware of Michael’s tricks—he could very well be faking it, could very well be misleading you into lowering your guard, and if you grow too comfortable, if you play into his hands now, it will be the end of this risky little game, and most probably the end of your life.

You wait and wait. Your fingers do not leave his hair. The moon shifts higher in the sky and seeps into his cell past barred windows, casting a gentle silver light across his face. His previous contempt for you is gone from his features; what has taken its place is slack, vacant, restful.

When the better part of half an hour passes without so much as a twitch of his eyes beneath their lids, you know that Michael’s fight is over. Sleep has taken him, and no time soon will it give him up.

Your fingers fly to the steel buckles of his restraints. You undo them one by one. Your heart patters faster in your chest when the last strap comes loose; just like that, Michael is free. You are alone with him in a locked cell, and the next guard check won’t be until midnight, and those dangerous hands of his which have ripped away so many lives are free.

Your mind flashes in a slideshow past article after article; victims found strangled, choked, so starved of oxygen that all the blood vessels in their eyes and face had burst and caused a terrible hemorrhaging, a bruising of the face that had left the corpse’s irises stained blood-red and the skin a deep suffocated purple for hours after the moment of death.

Despite all your worst fears, Michael’s motionless form does not lunge up from his pillow and seize you by the throat. The outline of his chest continues to rise and fall with steady, unconscious breath.

You clamber onto his bed.

It’s cramped—his body takes up too much space. You’re forced to huddle up against his chest to keep from falling off.

Immediately, you are stricken with the thought that Smith’s Grove is cold, and Michael is very, very warm.

You had already felt his warmth in passing whenever your fingers brushed against his skin; but to cradle the heat of his core so closely is a different thing altogether. Michael radiates warmth in a way that sends goosebumps cascading up your arms and makes the chill of his unheated cement cell seem small, small, small.

You shuffle closer and rest your cheek on his pectoral. His ribs expand beneath you, then contract. You reach a hand up to play with his hair some more. Burying your face in his hot neck, you inhale deeply. Michael’s smell is subtle but pleasant—fresh clothes and fragrance-free shampoo. The staff must have hauled him into the showers this morning. You would have liked to have seen that very much.

Soon, you are touching Michael in ways few before you have gotten away with. Your hands gently explore the curve of his muscles, groping his biceps, dipping beneath his shirt to trace the multitude of scars that litter his torso. The forbiddenness of your stolen affection only makes your efforts bolder—your fingers wander up to brush lightly along his smooth jaw, a touch that sends melty shivers all down your back.

Cupping his face in your hand, you plant a delicate kiss on Michael’s cheek. You tug at his shirt collar, pulling back the fabric to expose his sharp clavicle. Your lips meet his hot skin there, too.

Michael’s mouth seems too prohibited a place to explore, and when you catch your eyes flitting to his softly parted lips, you immediately cast your gaze downwards again. No, that simply wouldn’t feel right. Surely not. Such an act would be too intimate, too disrespectful, far too removed from the reality of what Michael is.

The very next second you are stealing the kiss anyway.

You suck on his rosy lips and they are remarkably soft, remarkably warm. Excitement explodes in your stomach and you gasp between the kiss, growing bolder in the heat of it, rising to sit atop his chest while you throw your entire weight into the stolen act, and when it is over, you take his face in your hands and smush your forehead against his as you pant and pant and pant.

Heaviness pulls at your eyelids. You collapse in exhaustion against Michael, burying your face into the nook of his shoulder. Your arm comes to dangle across his broad chest. You are fully aware of what a dangerous game you are playing in letting sleep take you, and you cannot find it within yourself to care.

Cheek to cheek with a man who would gladly snap your neck, if only he were awake and aware enough to do so, you grip Michael’s body desperately closer, and fall against his shoulder in a gentle sleep.

[buckyownsmylife]

de l’amour - tom holland smut

the one where your parents tried to keep you two away, but your biker boyfriend always gets his way (specially when it comes to you)

Warnings: rough sex, like to the point of almost dubcon, pregnancy, oral (f), masturbation (f), doggy style, overstimulation, dirty talk

A/N: requested by @itstaskeen, this is part ii to je veux.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Telling my parents that I was pregnant and that Tom was the father went as great as I thought it would go, meaning that it wasn’t great at all.

To make matters worse, they had tried to ground me and when I reminded them that I was an adult, they opted to simply lock me in my room and steal my fucking cellphone. So that meant that it had been a full week since I had last seen my boyfriend or even heard from him at all.

So when they announced that they head to leave the house for the night to attend one of those fancy dinners they often went to, I thought that would be my way out. I could escape through one of the windows, now that I could leave my room and roam the hallways as “freely” as someone can be when they’re kept inside a house against their will. But of course, they’d thought about everything. And inside my room I was stuck again.

I was huffing for what felt like the millionth time that night when I heard it for the first time. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, the sound of something hitting my window’s glass was gone before I could even properly focus on it. But then it struck again, and I was immediately sitting up on the mattress before I leaped out of it, frantically trying to get the damn thing open.

“Tom!” I exclaimed when I saw him, enthusiastically waving at me from my back garden. He looked so fucking hot, especially now that I’d gone so long without seeing him. With that leather jacket and his slicked-back hair, I just needed him desperately.

“Hey, sugar! Could you step back for a bit, please?” I was confused, but then I finally took notice of the ladder he had placed by my house’s wall, and when I did as he said, he quickly adjusted it so he could climb up and meet me in my room.

“Huh! So this is your bedroom, huh?” I didn’t know if I wanted to shove him for making fun of the pink decorations or climb him like a tree, so I settled for pulling him down to meet my lips.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Tom chuckled as he struggled not to lose his balance before he managed to hold me still by my hips. “Fuck, baby girl. You really did miss me, huh?” All I could do was huff as I rolled my eyes, but accepted his control over my movements as he pushed me to fall back on my childhood bed.

“You have absolutely no idea.” But he was already distracted, his eyes hypnotized by the curve of my belly. Softly, he grazed it with his knuckles, before simply holding it under his palms.

“You’ve started to show.” It was just a fact, but the sparkle in his eyes let me know that he was cherishing every single second of this moment, trying to memorize what I looked like after spending so long without seeing me. Still, I had to remind him.

“It’s only been a week!”

“I know, but you had to start showing one moment or another, and just my luck, it had to be right when I couldn’t see you.” I knew he had a point there, but I couldn’t yet notice all that difference. I guess, since I saw myself in the mirror every single day, it simply wasn’t obvious to me yet.

“I mean, I wouldn’t have told them if I could still hide it. Mum started asking about my sudden weight gain. It was only a matter of time until they figured it out, especially after they saw me hanging out with you in the city.” He hummed to show that he was still paying attention to what I was saying, but his eyes and hands still never left my belly.

“Well, how do I look?”

“Hm?”

“You’re obviously obsessed with what little changes my body has gone through, so tell me what you think!” Tom inhaled deeply, finally raising his eyes to meet mine after running it across my body, and grinned.

“I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman, princess. I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I feel like you’re only gonna get even hotter as you start to grow.” The amount of desire I saw in his eyes only left me more overwhelmed. God, I loved him. And it had been way too long since I last felt his cock spearing me open.

“Fuck, daddy, I need you,” I moaned, changing our positions so I could be on top before stealing a breathtaking kiss from him. In seconds, my dress was on the floor, as were his jacket and shirt, and his hands were once again rubbing my barely-there belly.

“Fuck, I really want to cum all over your belly.” The comment made me laugh, and I just had to tease my incredibly horny boyfriend.

“Kinky much?” It only served to make him determined to have me screaming under him, and that was exactly my plan.

“You’re making fun of me, sugar? Perhaps I need to remind you of your place, my little cumdumpster.” The filthy nickname had me biting my lips as he managed to throw me back on the bed so he could hover over me. But then he climbed down the bed, leaving me confused as he opted to sit by the headboard before motioning me with a single finger.

“Come here, baby girl.” I crawled to him on all fours, breasts slightly bouncing as I settled between his legs and waited for further instructions, but he easily pulled me by my arm to lie against his chest, so he could spread my legs open with his. 

“Let me remind you who you belong to.” His whisper was pure sin as he tore my underwear and disposed of the fabric before plunging two fingers inside of me, making me cry out in pleasure. Even if it had been a while since I had anything of his inside of me, my wetness was enough to help with the stretch, and by the smirk I could feel against my shoulder, I knew he was damn well aware of it.

Tom’s P.O.V.

Easily locating that spot that had her thighs trembling and legs threatening to close, I focused on it as I immediately began a brutal pace of my fingers inside of her pussy. “You’re mine, princess. Even when you seem to forget that, even when I’m not around to remind you. You’ll always be my girl.”

I felt her melting against me, and the relaxation helped her become more sensitive to my brutal assault to her senses. It took no time to get her to cum around my fingers, and feeling just how tightly she clenched around them had me groaning as I doubled my efforts and continued to fuck her through this first orgasm and into another.

“T-Tommy, t-that’s too much…” She screamed, hands flying to hold my wrist in a feeble effort to pry me away from her, but I could only laugh.

“It’s not too much, sugar. It’s never too much. You were made for me, you can take every single thing I want to do to you, huh? C’mon, I know you want me to keep on playing with this pretty pussy.” Her lower lips gripped my digits tightly, calling out to me even when she couldn’t voice her needs. “Scream, baby girl. You can scream as loud as you want. They’re not here, they won’t hear you.”

I don’t think she would be able to disobey me even if she wanted to. By the time her pussy had stopped clenching and I was able to pull my fingers out of her wet hole and give myself a taste of her juices, she was taking advantage of my distraction to try to close her legs again.

“Oh no, princess. Keep those pretty legs open. I want a taste of you, now.” I managed to slide from behind her, resting her body against the pillows before finding my place between her perfect thighs again.

“I-I don’t know if I can take much more,” she whined, but I knew it was just for show. I knew her like the back of my hand, and I knew just how much she loved to be a little baby in the hopes to catch my sympathy.

“You didn’t seem that opposed to it when you attacked me after I climbed through your window,” I teased, running my bottom lip on the fragile skin of the inside of her thigh. God, she smelled incredible. It made my mouth water.

“Let me suck you for a little while,” she pleaded, trying to negotiate, and it had me chuckling against her navel.

“No, I want to focus on making you feel good tonight. You know I always lose control when I have your pretty lips around my cock. Besides, I missed your taste too fucking much. I’m only stopping when you’re crying.” And that was the only warning she got as I dived into her spread pussy, eagerly licking from hole to clit.

Her screams certainly resonated through the empty mansion, and I was once again more than glad that her parents decided to leave the house for the night. Although maybe if they heard her, they’d finally come to learn that she was fucking mine, and that there was no way in hell they’d be able to keep her away from me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Was it one, two, or three consecutive orgasms on Tom’s awaiting mouth? I didn’t know. I lost track of anything that wasn’t the feeling of intense pleasure that was provoked by his tongue on my clit, rubbing and licking and making me lose my mind. It finally reached a point where I felt like I couldn’t even breathe anymore, reaching down to grasp his wrist and try to beg him to stop, but all I got was a fake pout from my boyfriend.

“Aw, you think this is too much?” He mocked, smacking his lips together so I could *hear just how filthy it was, just how wet I was and how he was drenched in me. “C’mon, princess. You know this isn’t nearly enough, not after spending so long without me. Tell me you want this, c’mon.”

Somehow, I was able to gather all of my energy to beg for more, even though I was sure I couldn’t possibly deal with another orgasm or any other kind of stimulation. But I knew Tom, and I knew what would happen if I denied him of this. So a river of pleases and more, and don’t-stop, don’t you ever stop spilled right out of my mouth and it still wasn’t a lie. I always wanted him, now matter how much of him was already mine or what he had already given me.  And Tom knew that, too. 

So when my legs started to shake and a strangled cry escaped my throat, all of my body threatening to break right under his unforgiving mouth, all I got was a “I know, sugar. I know. But you can take this. C’mon, just this one more. Don’t you wanna make daddy happy?”

Tears rolled down my cheek as the boundaries of what I thought my body could physically take were broken and I came right onto Tom’s eager lips. From the depths of my mind, I could feel him slowly withdrawing from me, I felt as his breath stopped warming my abused pussy, but when I opened my eyes, was to find him looking down at me, the reddened tip of his member dripping as he fisted himself slowly, teasingly.

“Are you ready for me?” I didn’t have much of a choice. My body begged for him as much as I did, so I offered absolutely no resistance when he easily manhandled me into my knees and slid right in, the combined moisture of our juices only helping him in his task of ruining me.

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he whispered, seemingly to himself, and I felt a warm hand rub my back as I panted against the crumbled up sheets, wishing for him to move, wishing for him to stop, wishing for everything and all at once.

“All yours,” I managed to confirm, earning a punishing thrust against my cervix that had me moaning both in pain and in pleasure. “Forever yours.”

I knew my night wasn’t over by far, and long before my parents came back from their dinner, I’d be gone, taken by my lover to the edge where lust and love mixed and became a single feeling that possessed me - almost as greatly as he did.

[izzyfandoms]

Everyone/deceit where the others are trying to get Janus to blush by flirting As a challenge? Ficlet?

(This ended up a full oneshot length lol, so this is no longer a ficlet, hope you enjoy!)

Flustered Snake

SHIPS: Dukeceit, Loceit, Moceit, Roceit, Anxceit, Thomceit (Everyone x Janus)

WARNINGS: Remus makes some sexual comments/implications

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @glassferns @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez

Masterpost

The moment that Janus stepped into the living area of the mindscape, a pair of hands behind him landed on his hips. He froze in place, immediately feeling the heat of a blush crawl up his neck, across his face and to the tips of his ears. He was sure that his skin was now an obvious, bright red.

The voice that belonged to the pair of hands cackled at that, and a chin came to rest on Janus's head, revealing it to be Remus behind him.

(Unfortunately, the twins were much taller than Janus, and they both loved to take advantage of it: especially when it flustered the deceitful side, as it often did. He both despised and adored that fact, not that he'd ever admit to the latter out loud.)

That made Janus relax slightly - he recognised the voice, so it wasn't somehow a stranger with their hands on his hips - though his creeping blush only worsened.

"You seem flustered, snake," he said, and Janus could practically hear the grin in his voice. "What's up?"

"Shut up," Janus hissed, crossing his arms.

He didn't move out of Remus's grip, though, and instead leant back against the other side's chest. Remus then gently squeezed his hips, and Janus almost regretted staying in place.

"Comfy?"

"We are standing in the living room."

Remus chuckled - the sound low and just beside Janus's ear, rumbling through his whole body.

"We could always move to somewhere comfier," Remus grinned. "Like my bed."

Janus huffed and rolled his eyes. "In your dreams."

"All my dreams. Day and night. Wanna recreate them?"

"Never."

"You know, I'm talking 'bout fu-"

"I know what you're talking about," Janus hissed, feeling his face somehow redden even further. "And no."

Janus could practically hear Remus's pout.

"Aw, but-"

"No! Shut up!"

"Make me?" Remus offered.

Janus groaned, and buried his face in his hands.

***

It had taken quite a few minutes, but Janus had finally managed to distract Remus with food - disgusting and rotten, inedible food - and gotten away.

(If he'd really wanted Remus to stop flirting with him, and had just made the simple request, Remus would have done so with little hesitation. But Janus's obvious blush and moments of almost returned flirtations had only spurred the other side on.)

(Janus could flirt. In the past he had smoothly and calmly flirted with the other sides on numerous occasions, but the moment they flirted back, he was done for. They had only now begun to take advantage of this, and Janus couldn't for the life of him figure out why.)

He was halfway across the mindscape's long hallway - halfway to his bedroom, where he could wallow in his flustered state in peace - when he was stopped in his tracks by Logan's voice behind him.

"Janus, are you busy?"

Janus suppressed a sigh.

"Obviously," he clearly lied, starting to turn around. "What do you nee-"

The last word was cut off by a strangled noise (accompanied with widening eyes and a sharp intake of breath) as his eyes landed on the very shirtless Logan standing in front of him. He was... more in shape that Janus had expected, but perhaps that shouldn't have been a surprise given his obsession with being as healthy as possible.

Janus tried very hard not to check him out, but was unable to keep his eyes from drifting down, and then back up, and then back down again. He sucked in a breath as he felt his ears warm.

Logan straightened up, his expression turning quite pleased. Before Janus could question him further, he pulled a notebook and pen out of thin air - summoning them effortlessly - and began to scribble on one of the pages, about halfway through.

Janus watched him, thoroughly confused and still - somewhat reluctantly - checking Logan out. Then, when Logan closed the notebook and it disappeared again, the logical side smiled at him: genuine and warm, such an uncommon sight.

It made Janus's face warm and his heart tremble, which was far more telling than the reaction to shirtless Logan.

"Thank you, Janus," Logan said. "That was all I needed."

Then, he sank out, and Janus was left alone, confused, and still - unfortunately - quite flustered.

***

After that, he spent a significant amount of time in his room, wallowing in his hopeless, hopeless pining.

(Remus was only joking. The interaction with Logan was only part of some experiment. Surely those were the real explanations for the two frankly baffling experiences from today, right?)

When he finally decided to leave the room, it was only because he was hungry. Remus's onslaught of sexual flirting had distracted him from breakfast, so he was rather eager to get something to eat.

Luckily, when he arrived in the kitchen, Remus wasn't there.

But Patton was, and the delighted smile on his face when Janus entered the room was just as disastrous to his heartrate as Remus had been.

"Jan!" He beamed, dropping the spoon and bowl he'd been washing up and walking over, taking both of Janus's hands in his own. "I'm so glad you're here!"

It was then that Janus realised he'd forgotten his gloves.

The warmth of Patton's hands against his skin and scales was enough to make him feel equally warm and fuzzy inside. He was suddenly hit with the desire to make that warmth spread to every part of his body, and in that moment, he really, really wanted to kiss Patton.

"What- what do you need, Patton?" He asked slowly.

Patton squeezed his hands. "I just made cookies! And I need someone to test them for me. Would you mind?"

"Oh, uh... alright."

Patton beamed.

Then, he dropped Janus's hands, and the deceitful side would never admit to the disappointment that rose in his chest at the loss of warmth. He watched as Patton plucked a cookie from the plate - carefully selecting what he deemed the best one, before turning back around and bringing it back to Janus.

Janus reached out, ready to take the cookie from his hand, but Patton shook his head, holding up the cookie to Janus's lips.

Janus blinked, dropping his hand and then slowly opening his mouth obediently, taking a small bite of the cookie. It was good, as always - warm and chewy and his absolute favourite flavour.

Patton giggled. "You like them?" At Janus's silent nod, he continued. "Oh, wonderful! I'm so glad!"

Janus swallowed, and opened his mouth to respond, but the words died in his throat when Patton leant forward and brushed his thumb over Janus's lip. His brain short-circuited for a few seconds as his face went hot, but then he realised that Patton had probably just been brushing a crumb from his mouth, and that it wasn't something he should've been worried about.

Patton's smile turned slightly mischievous, and he giggled again.

"Everything alright, Janus?"

***

Janus had returned to his room shortly after that little encounter. He'd mumbled excuses that Patton had seemed to believe - though the disappointment on his face when Janus left had been unmistakable.

He fell back onto his bed, dropping his head onto his pillow and burying his face into his hands.

What was going on today? Remus and Logan and Patton were all acting strange, and Janus couldn't get them out of his head.

Or maybe Janus was the strange one.

He was the one with the huge, perception-altering crushes on all of his friends - Thomas included.

Janus huffed, dropping his arms to his sides and staring up at the ceiling. There were little plastic stars - made by Roman many years ago - stuck all over it, that glowed in the dark when it was night.

Janus hadn't been afraid of the dark since they were all small, but he still kept the stars there out of habit.

(And out of love for Roman, though that part he would never admit aloud.)

There was a loud knock on the door, and Janus jumped, sitting up suddenly and staring at it, wide-eyed. He froze for a moment, before he grabbed his gloves off his bedside table and quickly pulled them back on. He put his hat on, too.

He got up, and walked over to the door.

When he opened it, he immediately came face-to-face with Roman, whose whole face lit up when his eyes landed on Janus.

(And, oh, that really did something to Janus, didn't it? He felt all warm and fuzzy inside - the way Roman was looking at him making him feel like he was floating.)

He felt his face warm, and the greeting he'd meant to say died in his throat as the blush formed.

Roman laughed suddenly: loud and cheerful and delighted, and it made Janus jump. His heart skipped a beat in his chest and he felt simultaneously confused and happy, as Roman's laugh was contageous.

"Well, that was easy!" Roman beamed.

"I- uh- what?"

But before Janus could question Roman properly, Roman reached forward and grabbed Janus's face in both hands. He then pressed a kiss to the centre of Janus's forward.

Janus let out a strangled noise as Roman let go of him and took a step back.

"Thank you, Jan," he said earnestly.

Then, he sunk out, leaving Janus incredibly confused, and even more flustered, ready to melt into a puddle on the floor.

***

It took a few hours for Janus to gain the courage to leave his room again after that.

But, when he did, he found the living room of the mindscape suddenly quite cold. He stood in the centre of the room, rubbing his arms and shivering, as the yellow button-up shirt he had on was far too thin, and he regretted choosing that over his usual outfit that morning.

"Okay," he huffed. "Whose idea was this?"

"I know, right?" Suddenly came a voice from behind him. "It's freezing."

Janus glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes landing on Virgil, who was stood a few feet behind him.

"You cold?" Virgil continued.

"No," Janus lied flatly.

Virgil snorted. "Right."

Then, he did something that Janus couldn't have predicted. He took off his hoodie.

This was peculiar for two reasons - one, that the mindscape was cold, and two, that Virgil almost never took off his hoodie, and never without a good reason.

Janus blinked at him, so surprised that he stopped rubbing his goosebump-covered arms. Then, his eyes widened further as Virgil held the hoodie out to him.

"What are you doing?"

Virgil rolled his eyes, though fondly and with a half-smirk.

"Giving you my jacket," he answered.

"But- what? Why?"

"I heard snakes are cold-blooded."

Janus huffed, attempting to glare at Virgil but failing miserably. Virgil seemed amused at his attempts, which made it even harder to glare at him, because Janus wanted to kiss that smirk right off his face.

"I don't need your jacket," Janus lied.

(He would very much appreciate Virgil's jacket, for many reasons, but he obviously could never admit that aloud.)

Virgil snorted. But, instead of responding to that, he walked up to Janus and draped his hoodie over the other sides' shoulders. Janus froze, especially as Virgil's touch lingered longer than it could have, and Janus could suddenly feel himself warm.

His cheeks went hot, likely turning red.

Virgil caught Janus's eye, and the slight smirk returned for just a moment.

"Hope you warm up," he said, before turning and walking out of the room, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, leaving Janus warm, alone and very confused.

***

Janus's confusion had only grown when Thomas suddenly summoned him for no good reason.

Usually, he summoned his sides for videos, and the rest of the time they showed up on their own. He liked to spend time with them, sure, but usually either with all of them, or when the sides showed up first.

Janus appeared in the sitting room.

"Thomas," he said. "What do you need?"

Thomas was sat on the couch, leaning back against the cushions, and his face lit up when he saw Janus, which made Janus feel all kinds of things, and made him almost wish he was the side in charge of Thomas's feelings, so he could know exactly what he was feeling.

(The sides may have all been able to see through Thomas's eyes and hear through ears, but none of them had access to everything that went on inside his head. They each had their own different parts. Virgil knew his anxieties, Patton knew his feelings, Janus knew his lies and the secrets and desires he hid from even himself. None knew everything, even when they might want to.)

"Oh, Janus!" Thomas smiled. "You're here!" He patted the couch beside him, indicating that Janus should sit. "Come on, hang out with me."

Janus blinked, sitting down immediately but with a confused expression.

"Do you... need something?"

"Do I need to? Can't I just summon you to hang out?"

"I mean, no, but-" Janus cut himself off with a strangled noise when Thomas reached forward and plucked his hat right off his head.

Then, Thomas placed the hat on his own head with a grin.

"How do I look?"

Janus opened and closed his mouth a few times, stumbling over his words. It took him a moment to pull together a coherent thought that wasn't just the word 'cute' repeated twelve times.

"Uh, um... you look... good?"

Thomas laughed. "Oh, Jan, you flatter me," he joked. Then, he looked Janus over slowly - making him feel all kinds of things - before his gaze settled on Janus's hair. He reached across, running his fingers through it and sticking his tongue out in concentration. "Your hat must mess your hair up a lot, you wear it so much."

"It's- uh, it's messy, usually," Janus choked out. "That's why I wear the hat."

Thomas pulled his hand back, placing it in his lap, and Janus only just managed to keep himself from making a disappointed noise.

"Aww, I don't know, I like it," Thomas said, seemingly oblivious to Janus's plight. "It's a lot curlier than mine, kinda like Patton's but much darker: almost black." Thomas smiled. "I think it's cute."

Janus blinked at him, feeling his face turn hot and red for what felt like the millionth time that day. He buried his face in his hands and groaned.

“Why are you guys like this?” He mumbled into his palms.

“Huh?” Thomas half-laughed, sounding partly amused and partly confused.

“You’re just- aah!” Janus almost screamed with frustration. “Making me feel... so much!”

“So much what?”

Janus paused at that. He... recognised that tone. It was a tone of faux-innocence, one he’d heard - and, in the past, actively prompted - from Thomas multiple times.

He knew something.

Janus pulled his hands away from his face, shooting Thomas an accusatory look that made him hold up his hands in defence.

“You know something,” Janus accused, with a still-red face, but significantly more confidence than before. “What is it?”

“Uh...” Thomas trailed off, hesitating, but at Janus’s expression, he finally gave in and smiled sheepishly at him. “I may know of a... competition, of sorts.”

“Competition?”

“Between the other sides. And, uh... me, too, I guess. We wanted to see who could make you blush the most.” For a moment, Thomas paused. “‘Cos you’re cute.”

Janus’s brain broke.

He stared blankly at Thomas for a few seconds, before understanding finally hit him like a train, and the blush that had just faded returned again, full-force. He felt hot and flustered and still a little confused, but mostly just startled.

“Oh,” he squeaked.

Thomas let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head with his hand and glancing away.

“Sorry, if that’s kinda weird,” he apologised quickly. “We didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, we just really li- you know what, it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.”

Janus buried his face in his hands with another loud groan. He mumbled something that Thomas couldn’t quite make out. Thomas leant forward, trying to listen better.

“Sorry, what was that?” Thomas asked.

Janus repeated himself, slightly louder.

“It worked,” he grumbled.

Thomas laughed, short and slightly startled. “Yeah, we, uh... we figured. You’re kinda obvious when you’re flustered. And cute.”

Janus groaned into his palms again, even louder this time.

“I mean,” Thomas continued. “You know they can all see you right now, too, right?”

There was a beat.

“Oh, god.”

[thran-duils]

From All Sides (P.7)

Title: From All Sides (Part Seven) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Pirate Tony. Tony is obsessed with a certain barmaid at port and showers her with gifts to try to bring her to his bed. She is resistant to his advances, her eyes elsewhere, specifically on her coworker, the cook. Although, that love is unrequited and always will be. The reader is forced into close quarters with Tony unexpectedly and sailing the sea, she slowly bends to his will. And he plans to give her all the affection he can to make sure she stays. Words: 1,978 Warnings (for the whole fic): Eventual smut, violence, angst, possessive behavior

Part Six || Part Eight || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

Upset at the way the night had turned out, you let out an angry sob. You tore your shift off, grabbing a blanket to dry yourself off. And found yourself naked, lying in Tony’s bed, just waiting for him to return. You had eventually drifted off to sleep, the alcohol sending you to slumber.

But your slumber was disturbed when the door banged back open, and he stumbled in. He further woke you when he slammed the door closed again. You sighed annoyed, staring at the wall, curled up in the fetal position. You were unsure of how long he had been gone but it had not been long you believed. It was still night out you were quite certain.

He came to the bed, and you heard him undressing. You stiffened, an ominous feeling falling over you as you heard his clothes falling to the floor. He had gotten in the water just like you, that was true. But you felt he was going to be forceful and you did not want to fight him.

Tony lifted the blankets and crawled into bed with you. His hands were on you, and you tried to pull away, your worries coming true.

“Tony, I’m not—”

“Lay still,” he ordered you, his words slurring. “I am going to hold you. I’ve had enough of your dramatics. Not everything is the end of the world, Y/N. Despite what you think.”

“Why you—” you started to say but it was strangled as he cut you off with a yank around your middle.

His arm tightened around you, his chest flush against your back. He breathed deeply, inhaling at your neck. His fingers curled in, him settling beside you. You let out a slow breath, hoping that was all he was going to do.

“Stop struggling, Y/N. This is always where you were going to end up with all your damn teasing. The gall of you… to test me. Me!”

He kissed at your neck, and you shuddered beneath his hot breath. He sucked in and you did your best to try to not move, try to not feel anything. You were so angry with him, and you were not going to give in easily. If at all if he did not prove himself again.

“If you were more open, maybe your life would be happier than it has been,” he continued drunkingly. “You brought unhappiness upon yourself.” Scowling, you went to pry his arm away but he warned, squeezing even tighter against your ribcage causing you to gasp, “No, no. Just go to sleep. I am simply making sure you don’t wander off by keeping you close. Don’t upset me anymore tonight, love. I cannot handle it and I’ve managed to keep myself in check so far.”

In check? You thought to yourself annoyed. He had certainly edged on being a downright brute!

“I’m keeping you, love,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “That’s all you need to know. You’re not leaving me. You’re to stay here… this ship is now your home. We shall be together always. It’s what we both have wanted.”

Yes, it was what you wanted. But he was going about it all the wrong way. Why could he not be gentle? Caring like he had been at port? Where your feelings for another that much of a threat to him? Apparently.

His weight was heavy, holding you tightly. He was quiet now and you realized he was falling asleep. Pushing him away still posed a risk to rousing him again and he may not be as gentle – if this was what gentle was – as he was being now.

Reluctantly, you nestled down, and he settled even closer to you. His breath was on the back of your neck, his fingers snug into your stomach. You closed your eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

You would find a way to deal with this tomorrow.

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You jolted awake hearing a loud ruckus on a deck. Startled, you turned over, seeing that Tony’s side of the bed was empty. There were fresh clothes waiting for you on the chair next to the bed. You slid out of bed cautiously, keeping your eye on the door, unsure of what was going on outside the doors.

Getting dressed quickly, you made sure you looked presentable in the mirror before opening up his cabin door.

The deck was quieter now and you furrowed your brow in confusion. You made your way out and saw one of the deckmen was passed out, a plate on the ground next to him. And a knife lying by the plate. Your eyes searched the deck quickly before you dipped down and snatched the knife up. You buried it in the bodice of your dress before moving forward.

There were still some pirates on the deck, milling about. But none that you had any connection with.

“Breakfast?”

You turned to the voice, hand on your heart, and found Peter, holding up a bowl. There was gruel in the bowl with fresh fruit. Your hand fell and you took the bowl from him, and he smiled weakly at you.

“What was happening?” you asked him. “I heard a lot of noise.”

“Oh…” Peter said uncomfortably. “They were just excited about breakfast.”

He was lying. That much was clear. You lowered the spoon from your mouth before you even took the first bite.

“Peter.” Eyes drawn to your displeased tone, Peter looked uncomfortable. You repeated with more force, “Peter.”

He shot a look around the ship before saying quietly to you, leaning in, “Um… that other pirate I took you from? Vanko? He came to challenge the captain this morning. For interrupting him last night and also because he found it insulting that you were allowed to be wandering on your own, and he was deprived of taking you to his bed. The captain pretended he had no knowledge of who I was so I wouldn’t be dragged into it.”

Sighing annoyed, your hands fell, and you clutched the bowl of gruel, looking out at the island. Why were men so territorial and especially over people? And especially women at that! At least Tony had the honor about him to protect Peter.

You took a few quick, big bites from the bowl before handing it back to Peter. Then, you picked your skirts up and walked quickly towards the ramp to get off of the ship. You heard Peter behind you scrambling and were quite aware of the pirates left on board doing the same.

Bucky was in front of you suddenly and you came to a halt.

“Y/N, you’re to stay on the ship. And as I was told, to stay in the captain’s quarters.” His eyes searched over your shoulder, and you had no doubt he was looking for whatever one of Tony’s henchmen had been set to make sure you did not leave his cabin. There had been no one, so they must have snuck off the ship to see this fight.

You scoffed, “I know what Tony said I should do. But I am not inclined to do that. I don’t want to be on the ship, and I want to leave it. And frankly, after he acted, I do not want to come back onto it. So, if you’ll just move aside, I’ll make myself scarce and the captain won’t have to worry about me anymore.”

The deck creaked behind you and your eyes slid to the side with the turn of your head, seeing boots. You knew the other pirates were coming to back Bucky up. Irritated, you met Bucky’s eyes again as he spoke.

“Now, Y/N,” Bucky started off, trying to placate you and that ruffled your feathers even more. His condescending tone, as if you were the one overreacting. “You know that’s not what he wants—”

“I care not for what he wants. Not anymore. He’s proven himself to be a complete asshat.” Bucky sucked his teeth at the insult, and you felt some satisfaction knowing you were getting one of Tony’s men riled up. “So, please be a gentlemen and move aside.”

“’A gentlemen’”, Bucky repeated. His eyes were over your shoulder again and he smiled, and you heard the men behind you chuckle. “Dear, you know what I am. And a gentlemen is not one of them.”

“You sure were one when I was in danger,” you retorted.

Bucky’s lips curled up into a smirk and he shrugged. “Under the captain’s orders. But now the captain’s orders have changed. You are to be dealt with with a firm hand.”

Tired of the games, you reached for the knife and pulled it out. You were on Bucky in a second and his eyes widened at the sun glinting off the blade, realization in his face as you shoved him against the side of the boat. The blade was up against his throat and you felt the imposing presence of the other pirates at your back. Bucky was breathing heavily, looking at you and you swore you saw fear flash.

“A firm hand such as this?” you questioned angrily.

Bucky said nothing and he moved his hands, and you pressed the blade tighter. He stalled his movement, swallowing sharply.

Moving with precision, you maneuvered yourself to be at his side, the blade still tucked tight. But you had access to the ramp now since he was out of the way.

“Now, what’s going to happen is I’m going to leave. Give me your gun!” you ordered Bucky.

Bucky gritted his teeth not moving and you pressed the blade in even further and he hissed in pain as it cut into his neck. You were right on his Adam’s apple.

“You are making such a huge mistake, Y/N,” Bucky told you and he grunted again as you pressed in even slightly. A small trail of blood ran down his neck. “Where are you going to go on the island?”

“The forest. Work in the kitchens. Maybe drown myself in the sea. I don’t know. But I won’t be under Tony’s ‘protection’ anymore if he’s going to treat me the way he did last night! And once I’m off the vessel, I’ll be free of it as soon as I surrender myself to whoever else. So, give me the goddamn gun!”

Bucky eyed the crew who were all standing on edge. You had kept stealing glances at them to make sure none of them were trying to be sneaky and get a leg up on you.

Frustrated, he reached for his belt and unholstered his gun, handing it to you.

“Look at me,” you told him.

He did as you asked, vexation swimming in his eyes.

You leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss, catching him off guard. His lips were soft, and he moved with you as you pulled away, much to your amusement. He wanted more.

Pulling away fully, you winked, “You can tell Tony you kissed his woman along with allowing her to escape. See how he likes that.”

All arousal gone in the blink of an eye, Bucky cocked his head, allowing his neck to dig even further into the blade. He looked furious.

You let Bucky go in a fluid motion while cocking the gun. The pirates were on edge, none of them making a move because they knew if they harmed you, they would have to answer to Tony. You walked backwards down the ramp, and your eyes caught sight of Peter. He looked frightened.

Eyes on them all until the end of the ramp, you made sure to keep facing them until you were well enough down the dock.

When you saw them begin to move at Bucky’s order, you turned and fled, holding your skirts up to avoid tripping.

~~~

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Gotham Surviving the Pandemic 2021

Part 3

Summary: Roman feels his age

Note: squint at the implied smut…but this just angst and fluff

Roman turned off the dryer and was running a comb through his hair, when he spotted it. Going over to the door, he silently closed it.

Leaning in close, he glanced and didn’t see it. His heart began to pick up speed. Moving so he was practically climbing the black marble of the counter he found the one gray strand. Biting his bottom lip, he plucked it.

He stood back and looked at himself. He moved his head from side to side. No other ones stood out.

As annoyance filled him, making him flushed with anger. He grabbed his aftershave and patted some on his cheeks. Then he realized he could have some there too. He looked at the prickles of growth there as well.

“Roman?” Your voice called from the other side of the door.

“Yes!” His voice sounded like he was being strangled. He cleared his throat.

“Are you ok?” He could hear your concern.

“I’m fine,” He eyed the door and the handle.

“I will meet you downstairs.”

“Don’t be long, I’ll miss you!” You giggled lightly.

Your light mood cooled some of his annoyance, but it also distracted him. He tried to think. “Order me my usual!” He called out.

“Ok, I will!”

He could hear the clicking of your heels as you left. He could imagine the swish of your dress, the way your feet were your shoes. You were so young, so lovely and he was going gray. He had already known there would be a time when his age would come into play between the two of you, but it’s serious now. His annoyance came back as he brushed his teeth. He looked his face over, happy with it. At least his age wasn’t showing there.

There were no wrinkles, except when he smiled. Well, he didn’t mind those.

Dropping his towel, he walked into his closet. He grabbed a pair of fresh boxers. He remembered how you and Victor went shopping before things had locked down. This was one of the things you had grabbed, he smiled.

He had only really begun to smile because of you. It didn’t help that your smile and even more your laugh could be quite infectious.

He pulled on his dress shirt. Eyeing his cufflinks, he settled on a pair of his favorites.

He thought back, damn that was already going on a bit for the pair of you. That virus stole a year of fun and excitement from you two. But he had learned so much about you, and faced a lot of his demons.

Slipping on his socks followed by the very finely threaded slacks, his outfit for tonight was almost complete. Having looped and fastened his belt, he was beginning to feel better.

Grabbing just the right suit jacket for this look he paused. He had this one for a while. It was one of the first ones he wore when meeting you.

Reaching for his phone he dialed his groomer.

To Franco: Need an appointment tomorrow. ASAP.

Franco: You are not due for two weeks, Roman.

To Franco: I can’t wait till then.

Franco: How is eleven am?

To Franco: Good. Bring dye and the straight razor?

Franco: I thought you were enjoying your naturally dark coloring.

He had till the fucking gray.

To Franco: Just bring it.

Franco: Ok, Roman. See you then.

Roman slipped back into the bathroom. Should he wear shades tonight? He slipped on a pair. He sighed, then grimaced at his own reflection. He took the shades off and slipped them into his pocket.

*****

He slipped on his face mask as the music from the club began to greet him. He smiled underneath it as he saw that now a few weeks into being open, the stream of people coming to have a good time was steady. Seeing him, people parted and made room for him. He smiled and nodded.

He saw you speaking with someone. Your mask off since you were in a safe place. The smile across your face was as lovely as ever. The person met his eyes, they shared a nod and walked away. He came over to you and slipped off his mask.

“You look lovely.” He smiled. And you did, the dress hung just right and the heels added that little bit of height, which made it easier for him to enjoy whiffs of your perfume.

You returned the smile. “Thank you, Romy.” You gestured to the person, who walked over their own booth where they sat with friends possibly, Roman wondered. “They hired me to make a piece for their boutique.”

He rose an eyebrow, watching them whisper something to someone sitting with them. “That’s a bit garish. You’re relaxing in my club and they talked business?”

“I suppose, but things have changed greatly now that we’re back.” You sighed.

“They should know better.” He quipped. “I don’t like the idea of them propositioning you while you’re here to relax.” He let a smile spread across his face as he looked over the club.

“Sadly might happen more and more.” You shrugged.

“Be careful of them. Shall we sit?”

“Of course.” You sighed. “Are you ok?”

“Why?” One of the girls brought his drink over. He took a sip.

“You seem upset.”

“I’m not. I’m going to do a round.”

“All right.”

******

You could tell something was wrong with Roman before he even made it over to you. And the closed door. What could possibly be bothering him, you wondered.

Something was up, you watched as Roman slipped his shades on. Sitting back you twirled your ring a little on your finger.

“What’s going on with Roman?”

Victor’s voice broke into your thoughts, you jumped slightly. “Victor, I swear I will never get used to your light steps.”

He chuckled.

“I don’t know. He arrived upset.”

As Roman returned, Victor went and did an opposite round.

*****

“Baby?”

“Yes?” You replied sweetly. He rather liked how the lights twinkled in your eyes tonight. He couldn’t tell you he was feeling particularly old after seeing that gray hair.

“You’re my knock out.”

“I am.” You smiled. “You have made my heart flutter tonight.”

“Oh?”

“You just command the room. So handsome and just… I don’t know but I have always loved it, always will.”

He smirked, that made him feel good. He took a longer sip of his drink. “That’s me, baby.”

“And I get to sit here and be like, that is my fiancé while I see girls drool as you walk by.”

He rose an eyebrow. “Drool huh?”

You scooted over to him. He enjoyed how your fingers felt as they squeezed his thigh. “You better believe it.” He watched as your nose twitched, followed by a glow coming over you. You leaned in close. “You’re wearing my favorite aftershave.” He could feel as you sighed. “If we were down by the pier, I’d let you take me again.”

He chuckled. A dark sense of delight filled him, knowing he had taken you in total disregard of the statues that were supposed to be revered on that pier. He had taken you, and the cries of delight he pulled from you had made him feel very good.

******

Roman, sat down and gripped the arm rests. “Tell me you were tested, and it was negative.” He barked from behind his cloth mask.

The man nodded. “Yes, of course.”

Roman relaxed a little and removed the mask that covered his nose and mouth. He swallowed alright, “Go and look.” He resigned himself to needing to finally getting his inky strands finally dyed.

Soon, he felt Franco’s fingers rove through his strands, he gritted his teeth. Their eyes met in the mirror he set up. “Roman, it must have been a fluke. There is no other gray strands.”

“Don’t you dare lie to me.” He pounded his fist on the armrest.

“I’m not. You had the stress of reopening. The fucking pandemic. It was bound to happen.”

“I don’t-” He stopped himself before continuing. “Fine, well then I need a trim. My edges are getting ragged.”

“Roman, it’s early like I said.”

Roman just looked at him.

He nodded silently. With a swish, the razor sliced through his strands. After the comb ran through it, he looked sharp again.

*****

A smile curled his lips as he felt your fingers entwine in his hair. He had been pouring over some maps and had not even heard your arrival.

He knew by the soft sound you made, that you were pleased with the trim. Did you get a trim today?” You whispered.

“Yes, I did.” He picked you up, your heels feels to the ground as a squeak escaped your lips.

You steadied yourself on his huge table.

“Did you meet with that guy who had the nerve to book you in my club?”

The demure appearance came over your face. “Is that really on your mind?”

“Well, I do still worry about my lovely fiancée.” He laid his hands over yours, the glimmer of the ring catching his eye.

“I like that you worry about me.” You breathed.

He easily stepped between your legs. “I always will.” His hand drifted up your skirt.

You shifted. “Roman, what if Victor and Doll Face walk in?”

He leaned in close. “We better hurry then.”

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