#‘well just be gentle with it youre acting like a bit of grinding will kill it’ well im paranoid and protective smh

[hardwiredd]

i think a friend was tryna ask me if i would have sex with an ag-500r if i got one, and it got me thinkin; like ideally yes i want that thing so bad i have a physical need to at least touch and rummage that thing. but also that's like $600 at MINIMUM and if i damage her when i get her just bc i wanted to yoinky my sploinky i think i would actually be found dead in 5 different rivers

[puck-luck]

Quinn, Diamonds, Prompt #9 (option to include #1 - both are so good!!) 🫶🏻

warnings: using a camera during sexual acts, dirty talk WC: 575

“Aw, baby, this is just what you needed, huh?” Quinn asks, smirking devilishly through his grainy reflection. “You’ve been so stressed. That’s all over with now, right?”

You nod mindlessly, grinding back on his cock. You’d been preparing for this interview all week, over-preparing to the point that you’d be able to answer any hypothetical question that your (hopefully) future employer could throw at you. 

Quinn had helped you, of course. He’s a doting boyfriend who wants what’s best for you and he’ll help you in any way we can. Part of helping you was the promise of stress relief, or a reward for doing so well after you complete your interview. You had chosen the big reward, wanting to focus on prepping for your interview rather than getting distracted by sex, and Quinn had told you to trust him. 

After your interview ended, he closed your computer and replaced it with his own. He opened his camera and had you center yourself in frame, the way you had when you were talking with the hiring managers a few minutes before. Then, Quinn had done something surprising. He had stood behind you and kissed over your neck until you were melting into his touch. 

Then he’d unbuttoned your shirt, revealing your “pretty tits” and the bra that confines them. He’d cradled their weight in his hands, still kissing over the sensitive skin that covers your pulse point.

It hadn’t taken him long to get you standing. He’d pushed the chair away from you, then bent you over the edge of the desk with a gentle, guiding hand. Then, he had rid you of your pants and pulled your panties to the side, crooning into your ear as he entered you with a finger.

“My smart girl,” Quinn had said. “So capable. You killed it, baby.”

A second finger. “They’d be stupid not to hire you after that interview. Almost as stupid as you’re going to be when I’m done with you.”

It was a promise and he’s made good on it so far– he’s at the point where he’s long since abandoned using his fingers and is now fucking into you with sharp, precise thrusts. You’re clenching down on his cock like you’re trying to milk the cum out of him. Your moans are echoing throughout the bedroom, and occasionally Quinn will remind you to look at yourself on the screen.

“What would they think, baby, if they could see you now?” Quinn asks, bringing a hand to the back of your head and gripping your hair. “You think they’d like the show? Make you CEO right away just because you look so pretty when you’re squeezing my cock?”

“Oh my God,” you whimper, blushing at the mere idea of it. Quinn loves to humiliate you a little bit, especially after a hard week for you. It makes you looser, louder, more eager to come. He knows how to erase all of your thoughts with just a few words.

“Nah, you’d never let that happen,” Quinn muses. “Only I get to see you like this, isn’t that right?”

“Only you, Quinn,” you agree breathlessly, your head dropping forward again to rest on your forearms, entirely fucked out. 

“Ah-ah, baby,” Quinn corrects, pulling your head back up with a disapproving shake of his head. “Let the camera see your face when you come. I want to watch this back next time I go out of town.”

[league-of-legends-hcs]

Hellooooo good night, afternoon or the time of day you read this, I would like to ask if you write Yone :')

And if you do... could you make an nsfw alphabet out of it? I don't think I've seen that about him around here and sometimes they forget that he has merged with a demon... So maybe there could be material there(? 👀

Small suggestion, have a nice day

-🍗

NSFW Alphabet - Yone

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Yone is big on aftercare. Sometimes, he can be a little rough and lose control of himself when he is with his partner, the Azakana having corrupted him too far. But he always makes up for it. You never want for anything after a session with him.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Somehow, I think Yone likes his partners neck the most. Something about putting his hand around that throat, squeezing the air out of you, watching you writhe.. That is right up his alley. On himself, he likes his hands most. He uses them to wield his blades after all.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Usually, he likes to either come inside of you or in your mouth. There is not much use of his cum if it's going to waste in his opinion.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He's a bit of a voyeur when it comes to you and you only... so yes. He's watched you. And no. You haven't noticed.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He does know. Before he was killed by his brother, I assume he hasn't had much time to experiment around, but he knows of it, knows what to do, and he will learn very quickly.

F= Favorite position

Yone loves doing it while standing up, preferably he likes to stand behind you, one hand either on your hips or at your core, the other playing around with your neck while he bites the skin, nibbling on it, whispering dirty things into your ears. Oh, how your legs shudder when he thrusts into you. It's so delightful.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Yone is pretty serious as it is. Sex is no different. He might smile at you or whisper sweet nothings when he's in a gentle mood, but he will definitely not be goofy.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Well taken care of, I honestly don't know how Hair growth works when your body is fused with a lesser demons but uhm... I'm just gonna say he's not fully shaven but well groomed.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

That depends on his mood. And on how well he can control the Azakana in the heat of the moment. It might be that one night he is careful, gentle and passionate and the next he will fuck you like a man possessed (because well... he is)

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He rarely ever masturbates. It's not something that has priority in his life.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Asphyxiation, bondage, degradation (giving), edging, and possibly some sensory play

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

He likes to keep his private matters exactly there. In private. But if you grind his gears enough he might take you somewhere semi public and fuck the brat out of you.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Gentle touches on his bandaged arms, caresses and touches in general, and your sweet words. Oh and your snarky remarks.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Use his blades. Definitely not. No cutting, no slashing. No weapons. They are everywhere else in his life. Or mentioning his brother. That's a major turn off for him.

Blood is also a hard limit.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Prefers receiving, he loves it when you gag on his cock... those tears welling up in your eyes..

He's good with his tongue as well, though. What he lacks in technique in the beginning he rapidly catches up on and after one or two times you will already be whimpering under his tongue.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Usually a faster pace, lasts incredibly long.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Only when the mood strikes him. Or when you beg enough. He just can't withstand those slutty lips when they beg for him to fuck you.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Sometimes. Nothing too dangerous, though, since he can't always tell how well he can control the beast within.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Man can go at least 3 rounds before he gets fatigued, and without foreplay you got yourself 20-30 minutes per round.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

On you? Sure. On him? No.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He's not much of a teaser, but once you start, he's game to play it out. Don't expect him to go easy on you, though.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Is not very loud. Some low grunts and moans is the most you'll hear from him. And yes, he talks. Dirty talk is essential for him. It makes you so much wetter after all.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Try using his bandages to tie him up and see what happens 😈

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Well endowed, 20 - 23cm (~9-10 inches), pretty thick and honestly quite beautiful looking if though a little pale.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Average, I would say. It's not really that high, but if he's in the mood he'll be going on for a while.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

No he doesn't. He rarely ever sleeps as is and seeing you in his arms.. he feels at peace nonetheless.

Whaddup! Thanks for the ask, anon! I didn't think about writing for Yone before but ay! Yone be a QT c:

[mimiexe15]

chapter 7: not so pretty

Mira Magica

Narrative pov:

Jiko clutch her fist in anger and started ripping the yellow Rippon apart, but there was nothing no grief seed not that creature either "this stupid completely stupid. She can't just disappear with it" 

Charles got out of the bag and started munching on Rippons and pulling it around, like a dog trying to dig through it  Kiki immediately tried to pick her up, but couldn't catch her Charles then got up as she teared most of  it  just nod her head no. there is no grief seeds

Kiki then picked up Charles "Charles, we do not chew on random stuff that isn't food. It's bad for your health and it's not sanitary" Kiki said worried for Charles health

Mira looked a bit worried, but then turned to Yuri. She was nervous as She knew very well that they couldn't hold up this act together. That name of whatever will eventually kill them.

"Yuri I want to know about the council now" Mira said shouting. Yuri looked at her as everyone else did to. Kiki Raya and Jiko confused As bird Of what Mira just  "wait wait wait wait wait wait what council what are you saying?" Jiko said shouting with a lot of anger in her tone

Mira then look at the girls a bit nervous "the three witches we saw the ones that could talk that had more human agility and intelligence, and not completely mindless or doesn't have any humanity apparently they're council, but that's all I know"

Kiki then looked at Yuri concerned "so you knew about those witch is but didn't give us any information" she looked a bit concerned questioning if she knew the information they needed Yuri then spoke up "I only knew about them. I never knew about their objectives or anything. I just know they hunt down magical girls."

Raya then sign but tried to stay positive "I mean, we got somewhere a bit we know what they are... we are just on a rough boat an- ... to be honest we're just back at square one" she then looked down and sighed 

Jiko immediately slammed her fist into the wall "so that's all we are huh? We just have to keep running away. We can't even fight those things last time we try to fight them. We all almost ended up dead" she said those words with her regular angry voice as it rage beyond the Earth

Mira looked down. She could hear that voice inside her head begging to help her again, but she didn't want it right now. She just felt hopeless cause no matter how many witches they killed the council will keep hunting them down essentially until they're dead.

"I see you girls been wanting more information if you want I can start telling you about it"girls looked behind them noticing Kyubey. Charles during  Kyubey Arrival started to what sounded like or possibly could be barking or growling at him. Kiki tried to calm her down 

However, Kyubey said those words Yuri immediately grind her teeth together "so now you want to finally talk about the council after years of not wanting to tell me you wanna tell me now!?" Mira was a bit surprise at Yuri being angry for a bit

Raya was trying to hold back Jiko, who was kind of in a huge rage again, Raya was too, but she wasn't going to let anger get the best of her"OK you better explain about these witches, cause we're all in panic and mood" Raya said trying to hold back Jiko 

Kyubey blinked at the girls with his unexpressive face and simply wagged his tail back-and-forth "the reason I didn't tell you because you would be more likely targeted for witches council and you girls seem like you couldn't handle that you barely got away last time but if you do want this information badly, I will tell it"

Kiki then hold up A grenade "tell us everything you know or else I will blow you up And I'm not joking Kyubey" she said it was a frightening and sturdy. But Also angry tone it made Mira and Raya froze. They never seen her be like this. She was usually calm and gentle. This is the first time they ever saw her violent.

Yuri Clutched her sniper in her hand, ready to shoot Kiki if she did anything stupid Charles was still barking at Kyubey somewhat Jiko was  a bit more calmer, but still mad Kyubey blink at the girls and then what seem to be a smile or at least try to. He couldn't really move his mouth."very wellI I shall tell everything I know about the council."

Kyubey  jump down as the labyrinth faded away. He swung his tail back-and-forth. "The council or their full name. The witches Council is a group of five witches with the attention to cause humanity  Extinction then turn the world into nothing but just a wasteland so they can rebuild it"

Kyubey Then look to the side as he continue speaking "however, to achieve their goal they need to do a couple steps first one is to wipe off the entire existence of magical girls, which I'm not sure why they want to do that and the other is to collect as many grief seeds as possible once that happens, they will re-populate the world with witches"

Kyubey continued  "even some magical girls and humans work for them for the promise of being embraced by their salvation and a whole New World they don't care what gets in their way,they will scrap it ruin it drain it break it torture it. It doesn't matter in their eyes not just humans but my species as well are just insects that need to be exterminated."

Kyubey Look back at the girls with unblinking eyes "think about humanity going somewhat extinct like dinosaurs actually now that I think about it, not just humanity, but everything that lives on earth I don't know how they started working together, but it's amazing. Don't you agree" all the girls were in shock of what Kyubey said

Raya finally let go of Jiko As she slashes Kyubey in half of what he told her and also in pure rage, she couldn't help but feel like the stupid thing lied to her. They were all in a deadly situation because they made a stupid contract

Jiko then looked over to Mira and Kiki  "hey is your friend OK? She's a bi-"before jiko could continue Raya dropped her her axe she looked emotionless. Her eyes were a pitch black no more shine nothing more than a sense of despair and guilt.

She then clenched her fist then looked around and speak up "how about we all go to sleep for the night?...it's getting late" Mira tried to extend her hand towards Raya, making sure she's OK but she just walked away. Yuri just grabbed her shoulder. "Give her a break she might need a minute to process what just happened"

Kiki then went up Yuri "we should at least check on her"  Jiko then walked past the girls "i'll check on her tomorrow OKI'll just break into her house or something" she said that with a grin, Mira wanted to say something, but Jiko already walked away

Kiki spoke up with Charles in her arms "she's not actually going to break into her house right?"

Meanwhile

People in a nearby gas station were pouring gasoline around it and also on themselves  smiling, like some sort of maniacs we are also dancing around, saying random words in the distance above the building Ophelia sat there watching them Oktavia was also with her

Ophelia then spoke up as she raised her arm with her spear in the other "why wait for the others. Why can't we just burn them now and let us see the burn for the sins they committed besides I'm bored!"

Oktavia Just rolled her pupils with her cape covering her body she just did a slight chuckle "you can't be patient for one damn second can you?" Ophelia Candlehead flame turned the little pinkish."Well, I mean, I wouldn't mind it just being you and me pretty mermaid" 

Before the two witches could continue, the creature made out of yellow ribbons formed holding a tea set "guess who here!"she said those words from her mouth apron she then put down the tea set on the table

Oktavia looked over her shoulder " hi Candeloro I'm guessing you brought bebe with you" the yellow Rippon like creature known as Candeloro the dress up witch simply smiled as she raised a platter seal showing a tiny doll like witch wearing a cape and the candy shape pink wrapper head munching on a cheesecake before doing a little wave

"Why won't I bring my sweet little Bebe plus she loves being here besides, this might be our final witches feast" Candeloro said, snuggling the small witch she then tossed the grief seed over to Ophelia "by the way I save this little girl from those magical girls you didn't finish off earlier you really need to keep an eye on your witches" Candeloro said

Ophelia simply grumbled again, whispering the word shut up, not wanting to hear a speech again Oktavia then got up "now all we do is wait for Gretchen and It's most likely Homulilly refuses to show up like she usually does." just as she finished her sentence They heard heels clicking behind them

  "unfortunately I will be attending in place of Miss Gretchen since she has some things to take care of" the three witches look behind them"the three witches look behind them  The clicking noise has stopped it was Homulilly her diamond, gloved hand was holding a wine glass

Ophelia started getting up "so am I finally allowed to start this thing?"The three witches, nod their heads Candelaore then spoke up with a gentle tone "well, then let us begin our feast. Besides, this may be the last one will have since there's only five magical girls left!"

Ophelia then flipped her wrist the people down below light up the gasoline as explosions started and big fires risen. People burned in it, but they seemed happy thinking that they'll pay for their sins thinking this was salvation, they screamed, but not for help, but for the pain they felt however they kept smiling ready to get rid of these "awful bodies"

Each person who burned or caused the explosions or giant flames was marked with a witches kiss.The council kept watching as they screamed until there is nothing left, but their ashes and dead bodies.

Candeloro look back at Homulilly "so why can't dear Gretchen join us?" Homulilly Just look back at her and then the two witches."Remember those last magical girls you were trying to scare Oktavia and Ophelia let's say she wanted to have a talk with her"

Mira pov

I collapsed on my bed as I slowly was breathing to myself why did this happen out of people why did it happen to my friends? I wouldn't care if it happened to me, but why why did I think it would be some fairytale adventure like those stupid anime shows those girly girl books ....

,..I slammed the pillow in my face I still had so much guilt. Why the fact that those witches had killed so many girls....Why did I accept the contract? No why did my friends accept the contract if I didn't waste that freaking wish! ... I would wish they never been magical girls in the first place!

"Why do you care about your friends so much? Why not your own life?"

To make things worse, I don't even know where the voice is coming from but I have to be honest my friends are my own life and I will do anything for them if I became God, I would rewrite the very universe just to make them happy I proceeded to smash my face into the pillow once again

"Hey, don't fall asleep yetI didn't even get to talk to you" ? Quickly set up out of my pillow why would someone wanna talk to me in the middle of the night? I turned around out of my bed still in my pajamas only to see what was beyond normal.

In front of me look like a black silhouette figure. They had one scribble eye as they wear a bonnet with two red ribbons, making a ponytail. They have no legs. It was completely strings below that's the best I can describe it though. I'm still speechless. I tried to speak up before it interrupted me. "we haven't seen each other for quite some time"

I watched her say that in some weird voice "I don't even know you I never seen someone like you "I replied to her. I'm still very confused. What this thing is  I watched her speak more words out of her mouth."oh right silly me I forgot your magical girl. Now you don't see me as human but then again you decide to heed my warning"

I continue watching her talk. That creature just continue looking at me. It's grippy white. I look like it was staring at my soul. "do you remember madoka well.." I watched the creature say those words as she twirl around my room with string like roots she had for legs

She bent down looking at me "that's still me. I mean, I probably don't look like what you saw before but it's still Me" I was completely stunned of what I was hearing this thing was  Madoka but she was a human when I first saw her that pink hair the pink eyes is my mind playing tricks on me but then again she had the same tone

She then started hanging on the ceiling and dropping on my bed she still had that joyful expression "I'm sure you have lots of questions!...but you didn't listen to my warning" Madoka said that last sentence with not a happy tone. It didn't sound very happy.... 

"Well I wasn't expecting you to barge into my room and..you look completely different" I said replying to Madoka of everything that happened this past week I was not expecting this "oh yeah sorry about that but I just wanted to talk to you about the wish you made and how's it feel to be a magical girl" 

I watch Madoka said those words out of her mouth. I felt like I was going to freeze. I didn't expect her to know this I done spoken "just wish to protect my friends and be powerful..I didn't really want that wish miss Mado-" before I could say anything madoka interrupted me 

"My actual name is Kriemhild Gretchen but you can also call me Gretchen I use Madoka as a name to Blend with people. In fact the only reason you're seeing me like this is because you're a magical girl" Gretchen said to me I smiled for a bit despite her scary appearance. She was really nice. 

"Well I can say it's not been so fun so far I guess when I made my wish I just wanted to protect the ones I love and I just wanted to be with them  and I didn't want to see them die".. come and just let Raya and Kiki die. Have a reason I want to live my friends, are everything to me  Gretchen just looked at me and then blink

"I can already tell you have a lot on your mind. Well then if you want, I can get rid of your little contract."  I watch Gretchen speak those words they caught me by surprise. I then looked over at my soul gem on the table and clutch my pajamas.

"I don't know how you know about this, but are you being serious about getting rid of the contract I made earlier" I looked at her as I said that she simply put her hands together and nodded at me...this might be my only chance to put my friends out of their misery

I looked at her "I'll make this new contract and return. I also want my friends to join me."as I said that to Gretchen I watched as she had somewhat of a delighted look on her. Maybe I can fix thi- the next thing I saw was Miss Gretchen being shot. I looked back at my window, noticing Yuri holding her sniper.

"I'm glad i follow you. You never learn your lesson do you?" I watch Yuri say that out of her mouth I was surprised to see here she still as pretty as day I've ran into her I looked over and then noticed Gretchen pulling herself up without using her own hands, as the hole immediately healed

I watched a  root immediately stretch and strangle Yuri I was frozen as I watch. I immediately grabbed my soul gem, but what scared me even more, but what happened to her body? The bottom of her legs were rotting becoming ashes I could see her skeleton and meat and muscle, her skin started rotting away.

I immediately got my wand out now I just really wanna shotgun so I could shoot. I don't care if I'm hurting this thing or whatever it is I'm not letting it hurt my friend. I am immediately shot its hand as my wand turned into a shotgun it ripped off it finally let Yuri go

Immediately head straight to the window, trying to grab her and m fell off of edge of my window Maybe that wasn't the best idea..... Next thing I knew when I opened my eyes, I saw her and I face-to-facefelt like I was going to panic being this close to her, especially since she's really pretty and.i.My mind is going for so much.

"Thanks for that Mira I actually would've died. How about you? That witch didn't do anything bad to you right??"I watched that Yuri said thatas she got a leaf out of my hair I was still practically blushing. Wait a minute. "That was a witch!? also how did we survive that without breaking a bone?!"

Yuri then looked at me "if I told you the answer, you would probably not like it" Me and Yuri them looked over as we heard wrestling in the bushes beside us "I see you ran into the witch of salvation who is also the leader of the council Maybe I should've expected this since I gave informational"

Kyubey came out of the bushes as he said that wait a minute, isn't he supposed to be dead?!? I immediately rubbed my eyes and started looking around trying to figure out if I was hallucinating or not 

"oh yeah, about being killed earlier you see my species is a hive like mind meaning no matter which body you kill we all share the same mind technically I remember that whole conversation from earlier, but still" Kyubey then walked over to the fence before jumping on it after he said all That this keep getting weird and weirder

I didn't look back up to see if Gretchen was still there. I didn't see her staring for us in the window. Did she just ignore us? I watched Yuri got up she held her hand out before I grab it. "Let's get you back up there." it felt weird. She wasn't that cold person. I first saw her ass, but I simply smiled. She was definitely something more.

Timeskip:

I was heading to school already. I wonder if Raya is doing OK  she's been a bit down ever since what she heard last night i'm hoping to at least talk about some of this with my therapist .. please be ok Raya "hey Mira!" I looked over as Kiki said that "have you seen Raya at all today? I checked the music club and she wasn't practicing guitar"

I looked at Kiki as she said that that's honestly strange she loved playing rock music and if we couldn't find her in the morning, she would usually be there "have you checked the entrance of the school?" I asked her as I looked at her a bit concerned what if Raya died what if she was injured? She got hurt heck what if she still feels bad 

what if she isolated in her home all alone and cold an- "hey guys what's up?" I immediately stopped when I heard Raya's voice turning around, noticing half of her face covered with bandages.

Me and Kiki were both surprised. This is the first time we seen her not coming to school of a bike. In fact, her arms and half of her face were covered with bandages though she seems completely fine. "Raya are you OK dear!" Kiki said with a bit of worrying in her tone I immediately went up, trying to see what's wrong

"It's nothing much just lost my soul gem That's all. I also couldn't take the bike because I've had a flat tire." Raya said She looked at me and she do her little rocker hand sign She then walked past us and smiled but it wasn't the cocky one she normally did

I watch those Kiki went up to her, grabbing her arm and looking at it "something clearly wrong you never wear bandages you are willing to show scars and bruises can't be that bad Come on"before she could try to remove them and at least give Raya some sort of comfort. I watched as Raya slapped her hand away as bandages came off

What's surprise me was what was under her bandages her hand and arm were completely rotting. They...... rotting like a corpse it was black and purple and a bit brown look like it was all heck I could see the arm bone ripped through made me wanna throw up just looking at it  should I call a doctor? No, no a doctor can't handle rotting skin.

Before I could say anything else raya immediately spoke up "please just leave me alone maybe even stay away from me. I'm the reason we gotten into this stupid mess!" Kiki, then started to walk up towards her again I feel like I couldn't say anything but witnessed I was too scared I couldn't move my body I wanted to do something, but I feel helpless

I watch Kiki spoke up "Raya It's OK to blame yourself, but we forgive you. You didn't know you were going to put us into a dangerous situation and we didn't know either you were entirely oblivious i-

Before Kiki could try reasoning with her, I saw Raya slap her arm "just leave me alone!" I immediately tried to go after her when she ran away, but she was too fast. Why is everything going horribly... Kiki went up to me with a gentle but sorrow tone "maybe she just needs some time to herself" ..I really hope she does...I will admit everything seems hopeless

"I see Raya has lost her soul and beginning to rot"... what Kiki immediately froze looking at Kyubey with disbelief, questioning how he was alive. I already knew the thing that scared me was Kyubey knowing

“How are you alive? I saw Jiko cut you in half. I even saw your dead body” Kiki said with surprise and confusion Kyubey just blinked “My creatures are hive,like mind.You know I wasn’t actually expecting Raya to lose her soul”

I immediately went up to him. I wanted to know what happened to Raya “what do you mean lose our soul gem please answer the question. Is there anyway to reverse this please?”Kyubey just blanked again. Why won’t this thing do any expressions?

“there’s a reason why gem soul are called that you make a contract with me. Your soul is taken out of your body and placed into a shall we do this so your fragile human body won’t feel pain and it will also make you stronger”Kyubey said those words calmly and only made my heart sinking Is my heart even beating?!

“in results of this, your body is now live in corpse. The only reason your soul is still connected along with you not rotting is because of the magic the soul gem produced that’s why it’s constantly wasted” Kyubey wag his tail around as he was continuing his speech

“However if a soul gem is away from their owner, the owner will start rotting. This cannot be undone if a soul gem 100 meteors away from their owner the body will faint as the soul is no longer connected to it and will only come back after the soul gem has been retrieved”

I felt speechless of what I just heard so was Kiki but before we could ask anything, Charles appeared eating Kyubey head I was frozen when I saw that Kiki on the other hand immediately shouted “Charles. We do not eat peoples heads”

Raya pov:

Why was I so stupid? I thought this was going to be some stupid fantasy. I thought this would be a fun place for me and my friends could be like superheroes and yet I was completely reckless my parents don't even care about me because of my stupid wish.

I ran past Yuri before she grabbed my hand "nowwhere are you going? Your friends are worried about you?" This girl just stay out of my business. "Why do you care so much?"I asked her with a bit of concern. 

Yuri then responded "I simply don't want your friends to see you as a complete broken mess so you better pull yourself together or we might have some issues" she said that I she adjusted her glasses I just clenched my fist. But only walked away from her. I don't want to harm anyone I already harmed enough people.

I walk into the alleyway, but before I could continue as a wall immediately appeared in front me I know very well who that was "what do you want now Jiko!"  I asked as I looked up to see her sitting on the wall. She wasn't wearing her magical girl stuff, but instead of purple jacket with black pants having a lollipop in her mouth.

"Huh You're not that cocky girl that usually gets under my skin now are you and...speaking of skin? What happened to you?"she took the lollipop out of her mouth that she went in front of me. "it's really none of your concern. It's just allergies"I replied to her

"Aller- grie what is that?" I was surprised what I heard came out of Jiko it made me laugh. "Wow, the girl who can basically build anything she wants  heh but apparently she doesn't know a big words mean" 

I watched Jiko shout at me "what!? Are you making fun of me just because I couldn't get proper education because of the poor household I live in because if you are I wil- before she could probably finish our sentence I interrupted "get all fiery me with your sickle I know you would do that again and I honestly wouldn't mind at this point"

I watched Jiko fire expression go down for a minute before she walked up towards me "don't tell me you're all down in the dumps  just because something bad happened

I looked at her and she looked at me"what are you supposed to kn- before I could continue, she stuffed a chocolate bar in my mouth "first of all shut up for God sake second it's quite obvious whatever happened isn't a whatever you call it!"

I stared  Jiko for a minute as I raised my eyebrows with a smile "so you actually care about me and I got you just a heartles Random woman Who just likes to mess around with prey?"

Jiko face immediately went to a red and pink as steam blew out of her ears "I don't care for you. I'm just making sure you're OK.! And I'm not heartless  why can't you just shut up for once yo-" Jiko continue listening to her spill out insults at me

It amusing to at least get under her nerves. Despite being angry, I think she's a great person at heart. You just need to give her a minute. However, it doesn't change what I have done.. "Actually I've never seen where you live and what's with the rag clothes"Jiko froze for a minute when I said that "well...."

To Be continue

(For God sake I need a break after this chapter. This has to be one of the longest chapters yet and I’ve already said that twice by now at this point, I’m just going to chapter 8 to be longer Jesus but I think I wanna break now so many delays with the chapter and it really messed with my brain, I think I just wanna hang out with my friends for now)

[cow-wizard]

A Promise of Things to Come

disclaimer: I am still technically in Act 2 of Baldur's Gate 3, because I am playing on xbox and am one of the unfortunate people to have experienced a total wipe of my saves. I've been careful about using cross-save and that has worked for the most part but it had a hiccup the other day so I am currently just waiting for a fix and not risking my 50+ hours into Mia's file. Anywho, here's Mia talking to the devil after saving the Grove because I'm a dumb bitch with terrible taste, I will never change, I will never improve, that is a promise

The sounds of the party gradually faded into the nightsong of crickets and wind through the trees as Mia made her way closer to the forest; the gentle rush of the nearby river grew more prominent, but it melded into the chirps and rustling of leaves, creating a soothing rhythm that urged her feet ever-forward.

It had been days since Mia had felt any sense of peace, and she knew she couldn’t stray too far from camp, lest she lose the protection of the prism — but the night wouldn’t last forever. She intended to find at least a bit of solitude before it was over.

The tieflings were fine people, but she’d felt more than a bit ill at their profuse thanks for ‘rescuing’ them. Mia hadn’t set out to do anything so selfless. She’d needed Halsin for a potential cure, and he’d wanted the goblin leaders dead, so she’d killed them. It was simple math, but the idea of explaining it to anyone left a pit in her stomach, so she’d swallowed the feeling and plastered on a sweet smile as everyone thanked her for being so courageous.

She shivered, pulling the shawl around her shoulders closer. Initially, she’d cursed the mind flayers for abducting her in such a state — in her short summer nightgown and heavy shawl, no robes to speak of — but to have even a small comfort in such dire times seemed a blessing now.

Suddenly, there was a shimmer in the air, and the faint smell of sulfur. Mia tensed, waiting for the hot flash of light that preceded the appearance of a devil, but as he materialized before her, she let out a small sigh of relief. Raphael. Not a concern, especially not if he was just showing up before her, rather than the group.

“Cold?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he glanced down at her nightwear. “Not surprising, given your ensemble.”

Mia barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “No, actually. Not now that you’ve shown up.”

Raphael started to smirk, very slowly, and Mia let out a huff.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant because,” she paused, waving her free hand in a vague circular motion, “you carry the fires of Avernus, or…something like that.”

He hummed, clearly not convinced, and once more looked Mia up and down. The hem of her nightgown only reached halfway down her thighs, revealing more than a few small patches of warped and discolored skin — burn scars, he was certain. Not as extensive as the one that nearly covered the entire left side of her face, but similar enough in color. “You know, you really shouldn’t wander into the woods alone like this. All manner of beasts prowl the night.”

“Like devils?” Mia asked in a deadpan tone, her face just as impassive. Her blind left eye made the expression more severe, somehow, though there was something bright burning behind her right eye as well, the brown prominent against white.

“I was thinking more along the lines of wolves, gnolls, owlbears, that sort of thing,” Raphael said with a flourish of his hand, and then gave her another smirk. “After all, you do look sweet enough to eat.”

Mia looked up at him, dumbfounded. She felt her jaw dropping slowly, but she couldn’t summon the willpower to stop it.

Raphael’s grin relaxed, though it looked no less dangerous for it, and he stepped closer. “It would be a shame to see you ravaged.”

Mia could almost hear something creak in her head as the gears of her mind finally started grinding together — the devil was…flirting with her.

She stood there silent for too long; she could feel the weight of it bearing down on her, drawing the blood to her cheeks and ears, heartbeat thrumming in her fingertips. Finally, she managed to swallow the lump in her throat, and asked, “Did you want something?”

Raphael cocked his eyebrow again. “An interesting moment to ask me that. Alas, a devil’s appetite is never truly sated, but I get the sense you’re still not ready to make a deal.”

Mia made a face. “So what, you came here to try and ‘whittle’ me down?”

Raphael’s grin grew amused. “You were paying attention. Good girl. But no,” he said with a sigh, “as enjoyable as it would be to watch you squirm, I merely thought you could use the company.”

Mia’s expression warped even further, implying that she didn’t believe his words for a second. “I’m sorry, you thought— you saw me leave a party held in my honor, with at least a dozen people clamoring for my attention, and your conclusion was that I was…lonely?”

“Aren’t you?” Raphael asked, and as Mia hesitated to answer, he continued, “Perhaps your tadpole-infected companions might have something in common with you, but the good people of the grove?” He paused, tilting his head slightly as his smirk grew condescending. “Now that I very much doubt.”

“You don’t know me.”

“And neither do they. But at least I want to know the real you.”

Mia’s frown pulled to one side. “Yes, so you can exploit my every fear and coerce me into signing over my soul. Do I look stupid to you?”

With the excuse to consider her appearance again, Raphael lifted a hand to his chin, crossing one leg behind the other. His eyes found the scars on her legs again, and he hummed. “You look as though you’ve poor aim with your spells.”

Mia flushed, and hurried to tug at the hem of her nightgown; her shawl slipped off her left shoulder, revealing a lightning-patterned scar running up her left arm. Raphael’s eyes narrowed while she wasn’t looking, but his features smoothed out again as he once more stepped closer, reaching for the edge of her shawl and tugging it back up.

He lingered there in her space, a thumb still hooked beneath the heavy wool, wondering how much wolf lay hidden beneath her sheep. The thought of her engaging in savagery was a brilliant one, shining like a star, and he inhaled sharply at the bloodsoaked idea. The smell of gin hit him, and he almost passed it off as the forest, but he'd not noticed many pines. It was coming from Mia, he realized, as he looked down and saw her staring straight ahead, at his chest. The blackened fingers of her right hand clutched her shawl closed, and he wondered what type of ice she'd fumbled, to have denied any type of healing. How many times had she hurt herself without leaving scars?

How many times had she hurt others?

She was almost shivering again, so he retracted his hand, only to lean closer.

“I could take it, you know,” he said, his voice dropping to a mere rumble from his chest, one Mia could almost feel with him so close. “The magic.”

She looked up in alarm, but soon her brow lifted, and her wide eyes searched his face for the truth. “You could?”

The desperation in her gaze nearly tore a groan from him; she looked so hopeful, almost trusting. It stoked a fire in his loins and a hunger in his gut, the sensations so heady and overwhelming that he decided right there, even if she somehow figured out a cure for the tadpole, he had to have her.

Mia was his; it had been terribly easy to shift her mind from suspicion to curiosity. It was truly just a matter of time — and how much he wanted to play with his food.

He resisted the impulse to lick his lips, and gave her an almost genuine smile. “Of course. But you’ll need it yet on your journey.”

“Oh. Right,” Mia said, and dropped her gaze, pulling her shawl tight around herself once more. Raphael mourned the loss of her pretty desperation, but smiled privately to himself, envisioning all the chances he would get to pull that look from her. His gaze shifted as he got lost in thought, slipping away from Mia and towards the forest floor.

“Not as sweet as you thought?” she asked, pulling him back to the present. Her mouth was twisted, not quite a frown, but her gaze was still lowered, and she held her shawl close with both hands. “You haven’t even seen the best scars.”

He pondered how to respond for a moment, letting her statement hang in the air, and in the absence of words between them, the chorus of the night grew almost deafening. The summer air seemed thick as velvet as it hung around them, heating the space between them as though there were no space at all.

Finally, he tilted his head, his expression almost serious. “Are you offering to show me?”

“No,” Mia answered too quickly and too loudly, and a rabbit or some other small animal must have gotten spooked by her voice, darting between bushes that rustled and shook with the movement.

An owl hooted, a few frogs joined in with the chirping of the crickets, and the wind picked up, blowing away whatever heat had been building between them.

“In that case,” Raphael finally said, “I’d best be on my way. Do enjoy the rest of your evening.”

He disappeared in a flash, leaving Mia standing alone trying to catch the breath she hadn’t realized was running from her, and wondering why in the world she had a sudden craving for cherries.

[childeaether]

venus.

cw: 18+ only, xiao/f!reader, law school au, enemies to lovers, rough sex, dumbification, degradation

wc: 2.5k

it was getting late. well, it got late about two hours ago. now midnight was approaching at an annoyingly fast rate. you were exhausted, xiao was irritable, and the report was nowhere near done. it was a miracle that no one had come by to lock up the study room for the night.

“this case doesn’t make any sense,” you griped, typing aggressively on your laptop. xiao sighed.

“you’ve said that three times in the last thirty minutes. i get it,” he said flatly. you shot him a look. your professor had to be some kind of sadist. you and xiao had hated each other since the first day of class. rarely did a lecture go by without the two of you arguing- whether it was about law or the color of the sky.

“read this,” you said, turning your laptop towards him. his eyes narrowed as he read over the report, which you’d rewritten twice now. he shook his head as he approached the end.

“your reasoning doesn’t make any sense. you’re just mentioning another case to make the holes in your argument look smaller,” he said. “and the fuck does the implied powers have to do with anything?”

you snatched your laptop back. “at least i’m putting ideas out there. you’ve been rereading it for, like, forty five minutes.”

he rolled his eyes. “right. why analyze the case to further understand it when you could just spew bullshit and pray something is right?”

you groaned in frustration. “this case is at least a century old. you’re not supposed to ‘further understand it.’ the whole point of the assignment is torture us mentally.”

“the whole point of the assignment is to challenge us,” he shot back, “something you will have to get used to if you want a fucking law career.”

you slammed your laptop shut. “i get it, you think i’m stupid-”

“i don’t think you’re stupid, i think you’re fucking lazy.”

you snorted, but there was no humor in it. “i’m lazy, but you haven’t written shit. got it.”

he stood. “listen, i’m sorry that you weren’t paired with your little boyfriend, but-”

“my little boyfriend?” you said, incredulous. “what are you even talking about?” you got to your feet, too. the two of you were ticking time bombs, trapped in each other’s space. as always.

“that ginger you sit next to. don’t act like i’m wrong,” he snapped, “you two are so fucking obvious.”

you laughed in disbelief. “jesus christ, you are such an asshole. his name is childe. you’ve known him an entire semester-”

xiao cut you off, “you’re unbearable around him. that stupid high pitched giggle you do? it gives me a fucking headache-”

“laughing at his jokes means i’m fucking him?” you didn’t even realize that you’d raised your voice.

“you dumb yourself down for him,” xiao said. “it’s infuriating. you can have anyone you want, why do you settle for that moron?”

“i’m not settling for him,” you hissed, “i don’t even talk to him outside of class! and so what if i fucking was? god forbid someone likes me, right? just because you hate me doesn’t mean the rest of the world does.”

something in his eyes changed. you suddenly realized how close your faces were. you must’ve gotten closer as your tempers escalated.

“you are stupid,” he said, softly. before your rage took hold, he continued, “i.. don’t hate you.”

you scoffed. “yeah, right,” you said, starting to back away. his hand caught your shoulder, gentle but firm. the earth stopped turning. he’d never looked at you like this before. like you were more than a nuisance. much more.

it clicked. oh.

“what did you mean by.. what you said a second ago?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “that i.. can ‘have anyone i want?’” your heart was beating fast, and it wasn’t caused by rage, this time.

for a moment, xiao looked vulnerable. “we don’t have to talk about this,” he whispered. “i know that we argue a lot, and i know that i can be a dick, but- i don’t hate you. i don’t.”

your heart was caught in your throat. “how do you feel about me?” you breathed.

his cheeks reddened. he clearly wasn’t used to being emotionally vulnerable, especially in front of you. “it’s complicated,” he said. “it’s not necessarily how i feel about you, but how you make me feel.”

a small smile creeped onto your lips. “well.. what are you involuntarily feeling?”

your smile seemed to relax him, if only slightly. he sighed. “i’ve been asking myself the same question for months. i mean, you always annoyed me- especially in the beginning. but, as time went on, i don’t know.. i started noticing little things.

“like the look in your eye when you’re winning an argument. or the one when you’re losing. how you bite your lip when you’re focused on something..” he trailed off. he looked up, finally meeting your eyes.

“like i said, it’s complicated,” he murmured. “but whatever i was feeling was.. warm. pleasant, even if i didn’t want it to be. then, you started hanging out with that childe guy, and these feelings went from warm to… hot. like a, a burning sensation, in my chest.”

just thinking about it seemed to frustrate him. “he made you laugh. you didn’t look at him like you wanted to kill him. i mean, you liked him. and i couldn’t stand it, because-”

he cut himself off, trying to muster up the courage to say whatever was about to come next. “i couldn’t stand that you would never see me the way you saw him.” his breathing was shaky. it made your heart ache.

your faces were so close.

“it drives me insane,” he continued. “you drive me insane. and i just want to-”

you cut him off, capturing his lips in a desperate, long-awaited kiss. he jumped at first, shocked, but melted into it before too long. his hands found themselves on your hips, gripping them firmly. pulling you closer to him. you tangled your fingers in his hair, relishing in the deep groan that escapes him when you tug on the strands.

he bit your lip as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. you whined and gasped for breath. you brought a hand to his cheek, brushing a piece of hair behind his ear. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that,” you whispered. his fingers dug into your waist.

“you’re not fucking childe?” he said. god, his eyes.

you shook your head.

“good.”

just like that, he was on you again. the kiss was rougher this time, hotter. teeth nipped at lips, tongues prodded at one another, hands made their way up your shirt. xiao pulled away briefly to remove it. he pushed you up against the desk as his lips chased yours once again. you had no objections, dizzy with lust.

he shoved a thigh between your legs and you moaned as he pressed it against you.

“god, look at you,” he whispered, his teeth against your neck. he moved his thigh, and you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against it. there was an almost sinister look in his eye. it was sadistic, but adoring. your heart was fluttering in your chest.

“aw, baby,” he cooed, “i’ve hardly touched you. do you really need it that bad?” that condescending tone did something to you. a familiar fog was starting to form in your head. “i guess i should’ve seen this coming. smart girls like you love to be turned into dumb sluts in bed, right?”

a shiver ran down your spine. before you could respond, he moved his ground his thigh against you. an embarrassingly high pitched noise escaped your throat. “yeah, that’s what i thought,” xiao teased, sinking his teeth into your collarbone. your nails dug into his shoulder.

suddenly, he pulled away. you whined pitifully at the loss of contact, but the disappointment didn’t last long. your heart skipped a beat as you realized xiao had pulled away to take off his belt. that fog was getting hard to ignore.

he noticed you staring. “bend over the desk,” he commanded, “and hike up your skirt for me.”

as if your panties weren’t soaked enough before.

nervously, you bent yourself over the desk and pulled your skirt up, exposing the silk panties you had on underneath. they were genuinely comfortable. xiao picked a good day to confess.

you heard him inhale sharply behind you, taking you in. “fuck,” he whispered, running a hand up your thigh. you couldn’t help but squirm. “you’re already so wet i can see it through your panties. does it turn you on when i tell you what to do?”

two fingers traced the outline of your pussy over your panties. “or maybe it was the ‘dumb slut’ part, hmm?”

you moaned helplessly, wriggling your hips. “xiao, please,” you begged, “hurry up, i- i want it.”

“be patient,” he replied. you felt lips press against your inner thigh. your skin felt like it was on fire, his lips burning a trail everywhere they touched. you whimpered and squirmed, desperate.

“please, just- fucking get on with it,” you cried. your cunt was aching. you’d imagined xiao fucking you on shameful, lonely nights. especially on days like this, when the two of you had been at each other’s throats. and now it was here. real.

“god, please-”

“shut the fuck up, slut, or i’ll rip these panties off and gag you with them,” he growled. the fog won. you felt yourself melt into the desk, into submission. your hips stilled, and you bit your lip to keep from whining. every second that passed felt like a lifetime.

finally, he pulled your panties down, exposing your dripping sex. you gasped at the sensation of cold air against you. it only made you feel hotter.

he ran his middle and index finger up and down your folds, maddeningly slow. god, it was hard to keep quiet. you could hardly think about anything but xiao, xiao’s fingers, xiao’s dick.

you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out loud when his fingers began to circle your clit. they were slow and gentle; you needed them to be more.

“you’re so beautiful,” xiao whispered. you hung on to his every word. “i want to take my time with you, and i promise i will, later.. but right now, i can’t help myself.” he took your wrists into one hand, holding them behind your back. he leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued, “i’m going to fuck you senseless.”

you cried out as he plunged two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out roughly. it was a relief, but it wasn’t enough. you tried to grind your hips onto his fingers to no avail. “and you’re going to take what i give you, aren’t you, baby?” he said, kissing a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear.

“because you’re my good, stupid slut.” he added a third finger and curled them inside you, finally hitting the sweet spot he’d been searching for. you let out a low moan at the sensation. “you think you’re so smart, but look at you. trying to fuck yourself on my fingers. if i’d known this is all it takes to shut you up, i would’ve done this a long time ago.”

you mumbled out a pathetic, incoherent moan. you couldn’t even argue with him, you were so desperate.

“it’s okay, pretty girl,” he whispered. “i’ve got you. i’ll give you what you want. you just have to ask.”

you knew what that meant. “please,” you begged, “please- fuck me, xiao! i want it so bad, i’m so..” you trailed off, trying to hang on to your train of thought as he twisted his fingers inside you. your sentence became a string of incoherent please’s.

luckily for you, xiao was nearing the limit of his control. “good girl,” he said. you heard shuffling behind you as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against the entrance to your cunt. his grip on your wrists tightened. “take a deep breath, baby.”

he thrust his hips forward and finally, he was inside you. it stung at first, but you adjusted quickly. when he felt you relax, he pulled your wrists toward him, using them as leverage to better fuck into you.

“oh, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou,” you moaned, relishing in the feeling of him brushing against your g-spot. every thrust had you seeing stars.

“fuck, you feel so good,” xiao hissed, picking up the pace. he pressed kisses down your spine. “so pretty, such a good girl. you like being fucked rough like this, baby? is this what you needed?”

you let out another string of whimpers, nodding desperately. “it’s so good,” you slurred, “i’m close.”

he released your wrists to grab your forearm, pulling you up, against his chest. this angle was somehow better than the last, directly targeting that sweet spot he’d only been brushing before. “oh, yes! right there!” you cried.

xiao let out a growl, fucking you harder than before. “that’s right, you stupid slut. fucking take it,” he snarled, biting into your neck. “you wanna cum?”

you nodded feverishly, no longer bothering to quiet the little noises he forced out of you with each thrust. “yes, god, please,” you begged, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

he suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your back, thrusting inside you again without missing a beat. you grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to stay grounded. “tell me what you are,” he said, hardly louder than a whisper.

your cheeks were burning. you knew what he meant. in any other circumstance, you would’ve fought him on it, or at least tried to. but you’d never had dick this good in your life. you weren’t about to disobey him.

a thumb hovered above your clit. “tell me what you are,” he repeated, his gaze unwavering. you couldn’t resist him if you tried.

“i’m a dumb slut!” you cried, tears running freely now. he brought his thumb down, rubbing in time with his quick, rough thrusts. your eyes rolled back as you came, cunt clenching down desperately, legs shaking around his waist.

xiao was quick to follow, cumming inside you with a low, gravelly groan as he pulled your hips against him. you whined at the feeling.

as he came down, he pressed his lips to yours again, much gentler than he had earlier. you kissed him back, slowly gathering your bearings.

when you pull away, he peppers your cheeks with light kisses. “you were so good,” he whispered, “so good for me.” you hummed happily, capturing his lips once more.

he pulled out of you, much to your dismay. before you could demand another round, you were hit with a sudden realization. “oh, fuck,” you said, frantically pulling your shirt over your head.

his eyes widened and he put a hand on your arm. “what is it? what’s wrong?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. it was a cute look on him.

“the fucking case report,” you grumbled.

he grinned and gently tugged you back to his chest. “don’t worry. i can fix your half in, like, thirty minutes.”

you shot him an annoyed but amused look. “you’re an asshole,” you said. he pressed a kiss to your nose.

“you love it,” he replied.

and you did.

[bluiex]

It's just another day where I wake with this stupid idea bugging me to be shared. Decided there would be nsfw for this.

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It started on the thought of Cub and Scar, and how Scar has been act like a Vex to not get killed by them, to be trapped like the rest of the Allay. So to his great delight and displeasure, becoming Friends with Vex Cub it made it act of being a Vex seem real. He tricked illagers for years by being friends with Cub. Scar's cover was almost blown, when he and Cub had been making out for the first time, his jingling moans sounding as Cub progressively gets rougher with every touch to Scar's body. They both froze at the sounds and Scar tryed so hard to get away, scared that he's been found out. Cub goes for Scar's neck with kisses to clam him down, wispers of being safe. This got Scar to whine, all the sweet whispers and the hickeys being left, and melts back into submission for Cub. Now Cub won't admit the sudden possessiveness he got over Scar in that moment. Cub becomes rough with Scar once again wanting the jingling Scar makes, gripping his hips, grinding him to whine in such a high jingling tone. Cub laughs in his vex tones at the sight of his Mischievous Allay companion, being so desperate under his touch. Oh and seeing Scar shiver at the laugh Cub let out, he does it again to see Scar close his eyes and respond with a whiney chortle, seeming to imply unwillingness to fight his Vex. Yes his vex, that got Cub grinning and he forgets to hold back, as neither them have done any of this before. Oh but Scar seemed to respond highly to the rough nature of Cub. Soon it was a blur to the both of them how rough, how loud, and how much they did to eachother.

They kept doing such things for years, until it seemed like Scar just forgot. Cub became annoyed that Scar hadn't show of for the fifth session in a row. So when he was walking the roads of the shopping district and seeing Scar chasing Grian with intent to kill, he remembered everyone thought Scar was a Vex. Scar played the role so well, but he needed to stop him tonight. Make sure that Scar remembers whats been going on, he can't let Scar get way from him.

He step infront of Grian and catches him and stares Scar in the eyes, expecting Scar be shocked and a sudden Cub. Only to see Scar smiling fondly at Cub, and chortle calmly. Grian is confused why Cub seems to relax to Scar's laughing. Only to hear Cub laugh back, in a bit of a sinister way. Grian is unable to hear Vex or Allay chatter. He only hears mocking laughter, it causes him to grumble a bit. It was by the sudden looks from Cub and Scar that it wasn't his normal grumbling. Scar puts his sword away, and looks around quickly making sure no one else there to hear it. Scar and Cub nod to eachother and quickly get Grian out of the open. They had gone to Grian's base, as out of the three, his was the closest. Grian is on guard the whole time as Scar and Cub looked to be far more relaxed then normal.

If your confused why they are here, making such a big deal of Grian's grumbling. It's because Grian is a Ghast, and that mean he is risking a lot more then Scar is. Scar and Cub talked quietly and vaguely about these events. Before Cub grabs Scar pulling him close, and flares his wings out and Scar responds instantly by doing the same and relaxing into Cub's grasp. Grian seeing the color difference in their wings makes him screech on accident. Getting grins from the other two, as the mood changes quickly. The intent of Cub wanting to see how load he can make Grian, and for Scar it to see how much he'll babble in Ghast tongue. Only because he loved to babble at Cub, when they are being gentle. Now their intrest didn't just stem from finding out Grian was a Ghast. Scar has been hanging out with Grian, and enjoyed his company, the chase earlier was, from what he remembered with Cub a version of courting a love intrest, that more agressive Vex use. It was part of the act, but also to show he wanted a chance at being with Grian. He had been planning it in the time he should have been with Cub to get it right, he also should have said something to Cub, but this is a better turn of events anyways. Because Cub has been unintentionally or intentionally been stocking Grian having picked up on the odd energy Grian just seemed to have. A ghastly energy that varies on the type of ghost you encounter and how hostile or passive they are. He's been expecting Vex or Allay. He didn't expect a Ghast. It's a very pleasent surprise, as Scar and Cub needed a bit of a new intrest in such moments, a Ghast companion will make a wonderfully warm and messy partner. So much to mess with on a Ghast if your will to be burn when they cry.

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So yeah, Grian, Cub, and Scar, all Ghosty boys.

I just could help that I want some sort of Ghost poly shenanigans, as there are three ghost type in minecraft, and veryone forget The Ghast will always be the first.

The Ghast just doesn't get enough love.

OH I LOVE GRIAN BEING GHAST AH- this is sick!! just our three ghosty boys, inlove- cute cute The courting thing, about being chased by the vex is just.. ough love that

[kiridarling]

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔.

→ Okay. Izuku Midoriya? A sadist.

→ And you've been a brat all day, because he's been busy fighting crime as a newly debuted pro hero, and you can't help it if Izuku's new suit fits him a little too well.

→ And of course, the one day he finally has time to take you on a date you two go to the mall, only to be swarmed with thousands of Pro Hero Deku fans buzzing with requests for photo's and autographs and other bullshit and you just want to clobber them in the head and spit the ugly truth in their faces—that at the end of the day, their lovely Deku comes home to you, and sleeps next to you, and the fact that they can steal his attention away from you is absolutely outrageous. Blasphemy.

→ So naturally, you start acting up. You roll your eyes at the next fan who asks you to take the picture and you scoff at the next fan that announces their love. You pile them on, offense after offense, and by the time you get into the car, Izuku's practically vibrating with anger.

"Say one word and I'm bending you over the hood."

→ Oh.

→  Needless to say, you're squirming the whole ride; though you're unsure if it's from his words, the dead silence, or the tight grip Izuku has on your thigh but either way, the trip back home feels painfully long.

→ The second you two get through the door, he's cornering you into the living room and bending you over the arm of the couch without a second thought, big hands yanking your hips back so your ass sticks out just the way he likes it.

"Bratty doll...you wanted my attention that bad, huh?”

→ Izuku exaggerates every other word with a harsh spank that has you whimpering behind a bitten lip. Though eventually, he deems your muffled moans not enough and aggressively yanks your bottoms off,  stuffing his fingers into your mouth.

→ Once they're wet enough, he slides a finger in, (because no matter how angry he is, you’re still his baby). But once you're ready? It's game over.

→ You figured Izuku was going to be a tease about it, but once he sits you on his cock and doesn't move, it has you squirming in confusion. What the hell could he be waiting for?

"Awe, what's the matter, doll? Did you want me to move?"

→ The hold his hands have on your waist is tight enough that you can't even twitch your hips—and the grip only gets tighter the more you wiggle in protest. Izuku tuts, landing a slap to your bruised ass that makes one thing clear: You’re not moving.

→ The green-haired bastard turns on the tv, for fucks sake. And has the audacity to pretend like he's paying attention to whatever's on—because it's not like you're paying attention, too preoccupied with the cock in your guts. You can't squirm because something tells you that'll only lengthen the punishment you've been sentenced to, but by the end of the first episode, it's a little hard not to.

→ Izuku caves the second you start begging. Mostly because it was what he was waiting for, but also he's probably struggling worse than you while he watches you whimper and squirm in his lap.

“Fine, doll. Since you waited so patiently, I guess I can make you feel good.”

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈.

→ 100% your idea

→ And he had absolutely no warning. The Bakusquad decided to hold a movie night in the common room on a random Saturday evening when the dorms were pretty much empty. Katsuki didn't even want to be down there in the first place, but after you winked so prettily and promised he'd get a treat if he came, he didn't grumble nearly as much.

→ But what he didn't know was that you meant right now.

→ Katsuki knew something was up the second you sat in his lap and asked Denki for a blanket—that's rarely your Bakusquad move night cuddle position, plus you're always saying how you never need a blanket because Katsuki runs so warm.

→ And he definitely knew something was up when you started grinding against him, not even ten minutes into whatever shitty action movie Denki and Eijirou convinced the group to watch this time. His hands rush to your hips because if Katsuki Bakugou is anything, he's not a goddamn exhibitionist.

"Oi, the fuck are you doing, dumbass? They're gonna fuckin' see."

→ But as always, you take his words with a grain of salt, already blindly fiddling with the buckle of his belt despite his threats (AKA, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, you fuckin' heathen). The metal clinks for a second and both of you tense, but it seems no one hears it over the movie, so. You relax.

→ Katsuki does not.

→ You wait for a loud crash from the television speakers and you're sinking down on Katsuki's cock, his teeth tearing into your shoulder as he holds back a moan. Both of you let out a shaky breath when you bottom out.

"W-Well? You gonna fuckin' move or what?"

→ You shake your head.

"No? Fuck."

→ And honestly, all is well until about twenty minutes into the movie. At this point, Katsuki's semi-comatose, eyes half-lidded from the surprisingly peaceful warmth you're both encompassed in. But unfortunately, this peace is disturbed by a rude awakening that comes in the form of none other than Denki Kaminari.

→ All he does is mention how Katsuki looks much too out of it, owing it all to "y/n's juicy caboose," but it has your boyfriend practically rearing on his hind legs in fury either way.

→ In the middle of all the commotion, you take the opportunity to wiggle your hips a bit, rendering the majority of Katsuki's arguments repetitive and ineffective. The bickering blond's shut up once Mina calls for it, and Katsuki returns to whisper-yell threats in your ear again.

"Do you want us to get fuckin' caught? Huh? I ca—fuckin' hell—stop movin’!"

→ But you giggle, having a little too much fun with this. The death grip Katsuki has around your thigh implies he’s closer than you thought, and the moment the action in the movie starts to pick up again, so does the steady roll of your hips.

→ Katsuki practically whimpers into your ear, body shaking with restraint because he lacks the proper space to “put you in your place” or however he wants to put it. You know he’s teetering on the edge when he resorts to something Katsuki Bakugou never does—begging.

“Babe—babe c-c’mon please, I don’t wanna—”

→ Katsuki’s nails dig into your thigh and he shivers as he fills you up, bottom teeth digging into his swollen lip. His quiet moans push you off the edge as well, adding to the mess under the blanket as fake explosions emanate from the tv screen.

→ That was...something.

“I hate you so goddamn much.”

→ You snort, rolling your eyes at his overdramatic ass. But?

“...But that was the hottest sex of my fuckin’ life.”

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀.

→ You and Hanta definitely do this once a month. At least.

→ Getting high with Hanta as your boyfriend is probably one of your favorite things. He's got snacks, cool LED lights, a monitor that constantly plays animal planet while the speakers play lofi. It's an experience.

→ And of course, you two get horny—though sex is a little hard when you're feeling fuzzy. Hanta's a high-functioning stoner but frankly, you're not, and even he gets a little fumbly when it comes down to it. Cockwarming seemed like the only viable option.

→ Half of the time, it's not even that sexual. Watching otters chase each other with his back pressed up against yours as you bask in a familiar warmth that only comes from true human connection is nice. Feeling his lips place butterfly kisses against the column of your neck is nice. Just...being with Hanta is nice.

→ But tonight? Tonight it's definitely sexual.

"So warm, Princess. You know your body does things to me, don't you?"

→ You didn't, but the way he says it definitely makes you believe him, and so does the way he rubs his hands up and down your sides. Hanta bites into your neck and you stifle a moan, balancing yourself on his knees.

��� You jump when his hand ghosts your inner thigh, and he chuckles when you bite your lip, eyes trained on the hand moving between your legs.

"Like it when I rub you like that, Princess? Like it when I turn you into a messy little puddle in my arms, hmm?"

→ You whine and nod, chest shuddering with the threat of an impending orgasm. Hanta curses behind you, the hand holding you steadily by the waist tightening.

"Shit—keep clenching like that and you might make me cum, Princess."

→ Hanta huffs out a laugh but you can hear the genuine implication behind it, can feel it in the pant of his breath against your neck. The thought of making him cum from something so simple has you hurtling towards your orgasm at an alarming speed, nails digging into his forearm as the weight of your marijuana-laced orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train.

→ Hanta moans breathily, eyebrows knitting as his own orgasm catches him by surprise. His hips twitch and it almost sends you flying off his lap but somehow, you don't go tumbling—though you might owe that to the vice grip Hanta has on your hip.

→ You two come down, basking in the gentle blue of the ocean as the chatter from the Australian narrator about the Humpback whales and their baleen teeth fills the room. You move to get up but Hanta whines, hands keeping you still via your waist.

"Lemme stay inside for a bit...'S warm."

[a/n: thanks for stopping by angel, and let me know who you want to see next <3. see you soon!]

—ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴ 𝟷𝟾+ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

[buckys-black-dress]

all the signs i don't read

a/n: guys!!! I'M OFFICIALLY DONE WITH MY FIRST YEAR OF UNI! i'm sooo happy to finally be done, i can focus on writing more for you guys this summer :) here's a lil somethin' i whipped up after my last final today. enjoy! xoxo, ali <3

wc: 2.5k words

[bucky barnes x fem!reader]

read part two here!

-

You never thought anything of it.

You never thought anything of it when every time someone would come into the room, Bucky would act like he couldn't stand being touched by you.

It was little things, at first.

You would be in the kitchen in the morning, making coffee for him and you. He would be holding you from behind, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. And then Steve, or someone else, would walk into the room.

And he would shake off your touch, like you were poison.

It never hurt less.

But it's not like you could ever make a scene out of it, or anything. Because nobody even knew you and Bucky had been dating for the past two months.

You had no one to turn to in this situation. No one knew you two were together, and you kind of messed this up for yourself when you agreed to all of this at the beginning of your relationship. Bucky had told you he wasn't really ready for PDA, and you had told him, in a haste, that it was fine.

But after two months of extremely close calls, your patience was wearing thin, and you know it sounds bad. But you've been extremely careful with him, always asking asking him if everything was okay before going further with anything involving physical touch. You always made sure you weren't crossing any boundaries, but it was starting to get frustrating.

You couldn't understand why Bucky could get all touchy-feely with Steve and Natasha when he felt like it, but was practically gagging at your touch.

You were currently cuddled up on his bed, watching a movie. You were on cloud nine, basking in the warmth of your boyfriend's touch. This was one of the rare instances where he would let you get this close. It was nice, and you made sure to always take advantage of it if the situation presented.

You could feel Bucky's gaze fixed upon you as the colors of the TV screen reflected onto your skin. Your eyes dip down to his, and a warm smile graces your face as your eyes meet.

You couldn't ever put into words how happy Bucky made you. You had liked him for so long before he even asked you out, and you were over the moon the day he had brought up wanting to take you out.

It was another night of dinner with just the two of you. Everyone else was on a mission, and since you two were the only ones left, you had decided to make the decision to make food for the both of you.

"James?" Your voice resounded through the empty kitchen and dining room.

"Yeah, honey?" He answered, painting your face red in a blush.

"Do you... just- nevermind." You shake your head, looking back down at your plate.

"Hey, look at me." He says, putting his hand over yours. "I was actually tryin' to figure out how to ask you this..."

Your brows are pulled together, wondering what he was talking about.

"Whatever it is, you can tell me, James." You reassure him. You were grateful that he was such a good friend to you, and that he trusted you enough to open up to you.

"I was wonderin'... would you like to... go out on a date with me sometime?" He asks, holding your gaze.

You're sure you look like a fish out of water right now, your mouth opening and closing in shock. He wanted to ask you out?

"I just... I like spending time with you, I like how you call me James, I like how you don't judge me and how long it's taken me to get comfortable here. I like how kind you are, and how you've always asked the others to be patient with me, so... would you like to go out on a date with me?" He held such hope in his eyes.

"I... I would love to, James." You reply after a moment of silence.

"I'm so happy you said yes." He smiles warmly. "But just... don't mention it to anyone? I don't want Steve or Sam on my case. You know how they can be sometimes." He smiles, and you nod at his request.

"Of course, James. I don't ever want to make you feel uncomfortable, we can go at your pace." Your tone was soft and understanding.

"Thanks, doll. You don't understand how much it means to me." Bucky returns your soft smile, and scoots his seat closer to yours.

His gaze was fixed on you, and while you were playing over the time in your head, Bucky leans in and pecks your lips gently.

"Hm, what're ya thinkin' of, honey?" He questions, sensing your mind was elsewhere.

"I was just thinking of that night when... when you first asked me on a date. How sweet you were." You smile coyly, leaning back in for another kiss.

Your stomach fluttered at Bucky's hum of approval at your actions. He deepened the kiss, motioning for you to fully sit on his lap. Bucky gently placed each of your legs on the sides of his thighs, his hands grasping your hips.

As he stared from your eyes to your lips, back up to your eyes, you felt lightheaded. This was the most intimate the two of you have gotten so far, and you feel the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Soon enough, your lips are back on his, moulding onto his like you two were made for each other. Although you two loved watching movies together in each others' rooms, (to avoid prying eyes, of course) you have never been so close to him before like this.

You felt yourself getting high on his affection, and once you had it, you didn't think you could ever go without it.

As Bucky's grip on you tightens, your hands move up to his shoulders, also moving to grasp them. Your hips move with a mind of their own, grinding against his lap.

You didn't think anything of it, but Bucky freezes at the action. His hands stop their gentle strokes along your sides. His lips pause their actions, and you feel him pulling away.

Both physically and emotionally.

"James, is everything alright?" You ask wearily, truly perplexed. Everything was going so well...

"I just... I can't do this, Y/N. I- I'm so sorry... I can't do this with you." He leans back, and limply moves his hands to flop onto the bed at his sides.

"O-Oh," Your voice breaks as you process his words. He didn't want you. This has all been a joke to him. Even in private, your touch made him uncomfortable.

"I... I have to go." You slide off Bucky's lap, gathering your belongings from the end of his bed and rushing out the door.

Without even a glance behind you, the door slams, and Bucky is sat dumbfounded on his bed. Why did I do that? He thinks to himself. Why did I say that to her?

As tears filled your eyes, you just pray that no one will see you. Unfortunately, your room was on another floor, and you think the stairwell would be the best option to avoid people at this point in time.

But of course, as fate has it, Steve is taking the stairs up. You can tell he's probably just returned from his nightly run, as he's sweating through his shirt.

You quickly wipe your eyes, hoping they look too puffy. Your nose was probably red, too, but just sniffle to clear it.

At the sound of your nose, Steve's head shoots up. Your eyes meet, and you plaster on possibly the fakest smile you've ever produced.

"Steve! How was your run?" You ask enthusiastically, trying to make it seem like you were just fine.

"Yeah, it was good. Took a bit of a longer route today. What are you doing here? You never take the stairs." He asks with a raised brow.

"I uh... I was watching a movie, and I had some snacks that were sitting a little heavy on my stomach. I thought a flight of stairs or two could do me some good." You shrug, trying to look as unsuspecting as possible.

"Are you sure you're alright? Your eyes seem a little red." Steve counters. He could feel that something was off.

"Y-Yup, I was watching a sad movie, you know how I get." You give a fake laugh, turning back around. "I have to head back, but good talk, Steve. Enjoy the rest of your night!" You practically yell while walking away from him.

The door of the stairs close behind you in a haste, and you take a moment to take a deep breath. You hated lying, but it's not like you could've said anything to Steve. He had no clue about anything having to do with you and Bucky.

While you locked yourself away to your room for the rest of the night, Bucky was still trying to process the events. How in the matter of a minute, he managed to shift your entire relationship. He was kicking himself, trying to figure out how to fix this. He couldn't seek out advice from Steve like he normally would in situation like this, or ask Natasha. Usually, she was the one to help him when it came to women these days.

But now, he was on his own.

And he was fucked.

So, he had two options.

One, go to Steve. Confess everything; dating you for the past two months, admit he was an idiot and didn't want anyone to know. Realize it would've been fine if everyone knew because everyone loved you. Try to win you back.

Or two, try to get you back on his own. And let's be honest, that option was not looking too good. Clearly, Bucky was clueless in this topic.

So now, he was left to stew.

That night, you drifted into a dreamless sleep with a heavy heart and a tear-soaked pillow.

-

The next few days were... rough, to say the least.

You could barely drag yourself out of bed. You would leave your warm blankets and pillows around eleven each day, which was unheard of for you. Natasha and Wanda would stop you on your way to the kitchen, and try to pry the problem out of you.

Sweetie, this isn't healthy for you.

Honey, just tell us what's wrong. We're here for you.

Y/N, we're worried about you. We love you, but you look horrible.

That last on made you crack a smile, but shook your head and headed in to make yourself a coffee.

For the first time in two months, you were only making coffee for you.

And fuck, was it killing you.

You so badly wanted someone to wrap you up in a hug, rub your back, and tell you it was okay. To tell you your touch was comforting, that they wanted to be close to you.

But of course, fairytales weren't real. You were alone again, and it seemed that it would stay that way for a long time.

No matter what you did, all you could hear in your head was James' words. I'm sorry, I can't do this with you. With you. With you. With you.

And you couldn't help but wonder. What was it about you that was so repulsive to him? You were understanding from the beginning. You just thought he wasn't ready for PDA, that he just wanted his privacy, you understood.

But what you didn't get was how James could have asked you out on a date, how he could've kissed you, for fuck's sake, and yet be so ashamed to be seen with you.

So you allowed yourself to only wallow for five days. You only gave yourself these next five days to feel sorry for yourself, whatever you needed to be pathetic for a few days, but that's it. After that, no more.

You were tired of feeling like you weren't good enough for anyone, like you were a burden. You were an amazing person, and if some people couldn't see that, it wasn't your problem.

You were done.

-

During your five days, you hadn't seen Bucky once. And of course, as your luck would have it, day two brought you your ex-boyfriend.

All in his glory, in the kitchen.

With not one, but two mugs of coffee.

His eyes meet yours, and you see a light in his. But you made sure you were quick to put that out.

"Do you need something, Bucky?" You all but sneer, and his soft smile drops.

"I just... I was about to bring you some coffee. Just how you like it, iced and black." He tries the smile again.

"No thank you, I'd rather make it myself." You turn your stare to the coffee machine, grabbing a capsule and sticking it in the machine before sliding it shut.

Bucky just stands there, dumbfounded. Again.

This seems to be a trend with you.

"Y/N, come on. Let's just sit down and talk about this. Let's go to your room, or maybe mine-" He begins, but you couldn't be bothered with him anymore.

"You know what, Bucky? No. If you want to talk, we can do it out here, for anyone to see. What are you afraid of? Me? Scared that someone will see you with me? God forbid, someone sees that you like me, right? God fucking forbid someone actually is proud-" your voice cracks in an ugly way, and even though you don't want to seem weak in front of him, you continue, "proud to be with me. I gave myself time. Time to understand why on Earth you seemed so... so disgusted to be with me. So ashamed.

And I got over. I am not going to let you make me feel like I'm anything less of a great person, and anyone would be lucky to have me. So screw you, and your secret relationships. I'm done."

By the end of your speech, tears had definitely made it down your cheeks, and your coffee was long forgotten as you turned to move out of the kitchen.

Bucky's eyes had widened at your words, realizing the weight of his mistake. He had made you feel so small, so repulsive and you thought all those things about yourself were true.

But they couldn't have been further from it.

Bucky loved you. He had only had you for two months, but in that short time, he was so hellbent on keeping you a secret. On showing the others that he wasn't weak, that he was still a big, tough guy. That he didn't need a girl to comfort him, or to help him through the nightmares.

But you were the best thing he ever had, and now you were slipping away.

But if Bucky is anything, he's a determined man. And he's determined on getting you back.

-

a/n: aw shit, what's gonna happen?? don't worry, i would never leave y'all hanging like this. part 2 will be coming shortly :) in the meantime, enjoy whatever this is. love, ali <3

read part two here!

[vogueinnie]

HEAVEN OR HELL ; part. 2 TEASER - PART 1 - PART 2 - (...)

       ━ WARNINGS ; demon!hyunjin, virgin fem!reader

if you feel uncomfortable with the mentions of religion, please don’t read this story cause there are a lot blasphem, mentions of Lucifer and Mammon (Lucifer’s son)

corruption kink, fear kink, humiliation (and not only in a sexual way), mention of killing a cat, pet name (angel), manipulation, mention of alcohol (wine), reader is ashamed of herself, sir kink, nipple play, clitoral masturbation, grinding, very slight choking, slight possessive kink, no penetrative sex

     ━ WORD COUNT ; 3.3k      ━ NOTE ; part 2!!! the smut part is kinda... soft? but the naaaasty is coming!!! also sorry for that cliffhanger at the end zjfhdzfz. feedback are so welcomed!!

The sinister forest in which you walked every morning now was very different from the glittering glade you were used to. The trees were whopping and if you looked at them for too long you can see red eyes forming in the wood. Or was it your imagination ? No one never knows. No beautiful tulips, no cute birds tickling your ears with their cute whistles, no bunnies jumping here and there. Just dead flowers and a mortifying dead silence.

Everything was dead.

All the love and joy living in your heart were starting to fade away. You can’t even remember for how long you were stuck in this place you don’t belong. The time seemed to be unfairly long. The days were all the same, empty, but tormenting in a certain way. You even started to forget how it was, in Heaven.

But in your misfortune you were lucky. Mammon chooses you. He was one of the most powerful of this world, after all. You were constantly watched, mocked by the people living here for being an angel. But what was wrong in being good ? Hyunjin was walking you everywhere like a trophy, or a dog, exposing you to everyone with the leather leash he used on you the first time you both met. They all seemed both amazed and disgusted by you. 

“Why did Mammon chooses her ? Is she that special ? She’s an angel, how can he spends his day with her ?” were most of the words you were able to hear when you were around the devilish creatures. And Hyunjin never answers one of those questions, but his legendary smirk wnever left his face. It was ever more painful for you to understand that you were nothing but a toy for him. But what did you expect ? To be fully accepted as a sweet person ? Bullshits.

The only time he left you alone was on mornings. That’s why you always ended up in that scary forest near the huge castle you were left. Well, alone was a big word.

Jeongin was following you everywhere. He was Hyunjin’s personal and favorite servant. A strangely gentle and obedient demon. He looked young and pure, his beautiful angular face was surrounded by his dark blue hair. And you found that there were bright shades of red waiting to sparkle in his eyes. He was tall, not as tall as Hyunjin, but tall enough to be impressive.

There was no in between in this world. Demons were either painful to watch or absolutely breathtaking.

You were walking in the dead grass with him next to you, breathing the fresh matinal air. A beautiful black cat presents himself in front of the both of you, rubbing against your legs and purring loudly enough for you to hear.

A smile finally draws on your feature and you kneel to pat his head and scratch his chin. 

“Look, Jeongin ! He wants hugs, poor thing... You’re probably hungry... Jeongin nods, looking straight ahead. But it’s the first time I saw a black cat... Are they common here ? You turn your face to look at him with a smile but still, his mouth stay closed. Hm, yeah, I see... You whisper softly, a little discouraged by his constant silence with you, making you realize that you were really alone here.”

Still without a words, he resumes his walk towards the castle, silently asking you to follow him. And you did, with the cute animal on your step. You were playing with him, walking fast or slow to see if he was still behind you. A laugh escape your mouth seeing the fluffy cat struggling to follow your speed. Not that you were fast but he was a little bit confused.

You bump into someone not on purpose and immediately your blood went icy. Respectfully, and especially cause you were too scared to look at the demon in front of you, you bow your body so low it was almost painful for your back. But you better hurt yourself than being hurted by someone else. Especially in Hell.

“There, there, there... What do we have ? This voice... I knew you were stupid but not to the point of not looking where you are walking. His words were painful but you didn’t move an inch, not wanting to bother him even more. The cat behind you was meowing and if you could you would see the confusion on the man’s face. What’s this ? Jeongin, kill it.”

“No ! No, no ! N-no...? Your voice had suddenly risen to end up being very low. You lift up your chin to finally see Hyunjin in front of you. He was only dressed in a black silk bathrobe embroidered with golden pearls, his long hair was half-tied in a low ponytail and he was holding a glass of wine in his right hand. He... He doesn’t mean you any harm, Sir... He just wants a friend...? His laugh was cold and heartless and he was scanning your body up and down with his piercing eyes.”

Suddenly, you felt a cold sticky liquid running through your face and you just understood that he literally threw the wine in your face. Your lips were parted in shock and that’s the moment you could hear vicious laughs behind him. Of course, Lucifer’s son always need his public. He drops the glass on the ground, glass shattering into thousands of pieces near your feet. 

Hyunjin grabs the back of your neck, bringing your face close to his. Close enough to let his tongue slowly lick your cheek wet with wine.

“Remember when we first met, angel... What did I say ? A lot of things, actually. But you didn’t answer and he grab a handful of your hair.”

“That you wanted me ! A-and... That I was a mess... That you hated dirty things, Sir... You answer quickly with a shaking voice. He lets go of your face abruptly with a wide smile, nodding his face.”

“Yeah that’s it ! And what did you just make ? He pointed your face nonchalantly, making you whisper A mess with a tiny voice. A fucking mess, I hate it, in the name of Lucifer... I hate it ! His pupils were all black, you couldn’t even see the white in it. And you knew you messed up.”

He was hysterical and the screams, laughs and encouragements from the lower classes encourages him to act even more crazier. He grabs your wrist merciless to the applause of the crowd and he leads the two of you in the part of the castle which belongs to him.

Faster than you would have liked, you were in his room. It was always cold, not welcoming and way too dark for your eyes in need of nothing but sunshine. Hyunjin stayed silent but the creepy smile on his face was enough to makes you shiver in fear.

It was crazy how easily he switched from being insane to quiet.

Once you were in his private bathroom he made you look at you through the big golden mirror in front of the black marble bathtub. And you could see the damage, the deep red liquid running down your face, some strands of your hair are wet and the front of your black lace dress is also ruined with wine. You feel your back burning from his stares, and it’s even more humiliating than your physical condition.

“I think my angel needs to take a bath, don’t you ? You nod slowly, playing nervously with your fingers. What are you waiting for ? Go ahead.”

You look up at him leaning against the door frame, panicked. He raises an eyebrow and you shake your head. No, impossible. You probably misunderstood. Or he misspoke. How can you get naked in front of him ?

“Need some help, maybe ?” 

Still through the mirror you can see him approaching you to stand behind you. Your body was frozen, not that you were afraid, but you were mostly intimidated. Your aura may be a pink pale tone but his own was... Like a dark shade of the deepest blue. The ocean itself is bright compared to what emane from this demon. 

He puts your hair on the right side of your neck to have a full access of the left side one. His breath against your shivering skin was hot, and it probably burns you in the best way. The warmth and the softness of his lips against your skin were painful and you couldn’t help biting your lips and squeezing your eyes.

The inner fight you waged against yourself scared you more. Do you really want to push him away ? Or can’t you wait to be naked for him ?

Slowly, his long fingers trail the curve of your body, from your shoulders, to your waist, your hips, but strangely... Never your intimate parts. And you swear, at that right moment, you needed that more than you could ever imagine. Your body was squirming against his and slowly he grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“Look at you, angel. You open your eyes to see your back totally glued to his chest, making you blush in an instant. Don’t be shy with me, I told you. I’m your owner, there’s no need to be shy. You couldn’t stop looking at him and when he pushes his thumb against your lips you opened it to take it in your mouth and to start sucking it. He chuckles, nibbling your ear, his hot breath awakening all your senses. So nasty, are you really a child of God ?”

His last sentence makes you shiver. He was right. Did you deserve to be considered pure when you wanted him so badly ?

Hyunjin slowly untie your dress and the unknown feeling of being naked in front of someone was as arousing as scaring. Only his sharp eyes was touching you. As usual, he was looking at every details of your body and you can tell how badly he restrains himself to not put his hands all over your frame.

Why was he even nice ? He was almost hysteric few minutes ago. But the answer was evident... He was a demon, after all. They don’t need an excuse to act like crazy.

You didn’t move, looking shamefully at your body for reacting to every ones of his caresses, looks and words.

He takes you out of your mind, grabbing your wrist to lead you in the bathtub, hot smoke escaping from it due to the water. You put your body in it and you look at him undressing. He was as naked at you. His body was slim, his thighs and abdomen were muscular, his body was sculpted by the the God himself. 

How funny is it to think that when he’s the son of Lucifer himself.

It doesn't take long for him to join you, placing his body behind yours. You didn’t know if it was because of the water relaxing all of your nerves, or his strangely calm aura, but you felt good. Hyunjin grabs your shoulders to make your body leans against his, slipping his wet hands on your face to clean your features from the liquid that he himself threw at you. 

A little sigh escape your mouth and you allow yourself to pretend that you’re not in Hell. That you’re in your own room with all your green indoor plants surrouding you. You even have the impression that your favorite sugary smell is all over you, and you can even feel Felix scratching you neck and chin cause he knows how much you like that.

Wait... But you’re not in your room. And there’s no Felix.

Hyunjin started to kisses your neck slowly, licking your skin with the tip of his tongue, making you moan unintentionally. You open your eyes, ashamed of how pathetic you melt in the hand of the one and only Demon who can controls you. He probably feels your body tense and he starts to draw some invisible circles against your tummy.

“It’s funny how I want to protect you and ruin you at the same time. You bite your lips, gulping slowly just imagining the two situations. Yeah, it’s funny. How I want to take care of you, kiss you everywhere, makes you feel good. His words are accompanied by gentle caresses, he brushes your boobs with his fingertips, making you shiver and squirm against him. Even if he was behind you you can feel his gaze on your naked body exposed to him. How I want to hurt you in the goodest way, makes you beg and cry. He pinches one of your already hard nipple with two of his fingers and again, you moan softly. Isn’t it supposed to hurt ? Then why does it feels good ?”

He chuckles when he hear your voice, rubbing now your two buds in his digits. You can’t control your body and the sensation you’re feeling and quickly you came to the conclusion that you want more. You want to feel more, you want that heatness in your body to be more intense, to explode.

The back of your head falls against the crook of his neck and his strong woody smell makes you loose your mind. Hyunjin turns his head to put his forehead against yours while his fingers travel all around you naked figure against him. You can feel him everywhere and nowhere, it's like he can touch your whole body at the same time.

“Don’t stop looking at me. He whispers in a low voice, his eyes fixed on yours.”

You nod slowly even tho it’s difficult for you to stay focused when one of his hands glides along your exposed pubis. His other hand is still firmly gripped to your boob, massaging it in both a soft and harsh way. It was his power. To be gentle and rough.

Instinctively you open your legs. More, more, more. That’s all you can think about right now. And it seems that he exactly understand what you want. More. His long fingers run through your womanhood, wet because of the water, but not only. You can feel how burning it is, how good it feels when he slides them against your two intimates lips. More. You try to keep your eyes open as much as possible to not break the intense contact you’re sharing. A little oh escape your lips when he circles his fingers around that tiny, little, swollen bud. More, you want more.

“You don’t have that in Heaven, uh ? You never felt that good, did you ? You shake your head, half closed eyelids due to everything you’re feeling. That’s the real Heaven, angel.”

His wide black dilated pupils were magneficient, you couldn’t even think of looking away. He continues to rubs your most sensitive area and the hot water just help everything to be more soother and slicker. He teases your nipple, kissing the tip of your nose with a smirk drawns on his beautiful lips and you start to buck your hips up to feel more of the frictions he was offering to you. Slowly, you grip his wrist to push his hands even more against your intimate area. He chuckles, again, at your eagerness and soft moans crash on his lips when he taps your pussy. It was tickling, weird, but oh so good at the same time.

Slowly he grabs your waist to turn your body around so that you are facing him. And it’s even more intimidating to see Hyunjin with his eyes totally lost in the luxurious world. Almost automatically you stick your body to him, surrounding his waist with your legs.

If only you know that doing that made your pussy crash against his, you can really feel it, hard and pretty long dick. Your cheeks were now probably a bright tint of red. And you can see that he wasn’t in a better state.

“S-sorry ! I didn’t meant to do that, Sir !”

“Don’t be sorry, angel. Do it again, can you ? You nod slowly, pressing your two hands on his shoulders to give you a little bit of support. You move your hips slowly against his body, his hard-on hitting your core everytime you moved. Yeah, just like that, keep going... How does it feel ?”

Your only answer was to nod again and bite your lips. It felt too good to be real. Your two bodies stick together were hot and you swear, the burning flames in Hell wasn’t as hot as you. One of Hyunjin’s hand was grabbing your waist to help you move and grind above him while the other one found their way to your exposing neck. 

All of your body was covered with shivers and you didn’t know if the cause was his eyes on you, his hands gripping your throat without squeezing it, or your core sticking and rubbing on his rosy tip. 

“You’re mine. You can hear his hoarse voice whispering in your ear as he still grab your throat in a possessive way while his hand on your waist tighten it firmly. You’re mine. I choose you not only cause I know you were obedient... His hips buck up into yours, making the both of you crash your crotch together in a moaning symphony. Because I knew you were going to love it a lot more than you should.”

You felt light-headed for a moment. Hyunjin’s words was arousing, making you feel like the dirtiest angel. And it was too much. Too much new sensations for your body. The knot in your stomach were growing to the point that it was consuming you so you speed your own pace, helped by his hands, his breath, his moans, even his praises “pretty, hot, good girl” were the only words you were focused on. You felt enveloped by your devastating orgasm, your face leans back and a silent moan escapes your parted lips. It was difficult for you to keep your eyes open, your bordy starts to shake against his and you scratch his shoulders to hold on to reality. It was insanely good to be on cloud nine, a soft smile draws on your lip as every muscles of your body relaxed and tensed at the same time. 

You feel him chasing his own high, patting his veiny and leaking dick on your swollen and overstimulated bud. You wanted to escape his touch as much as you wanted him to keep doing that delicious feeling.

You let yourself totally go in his arms when the both of you come back down from your high. Hyunjin was as breathless as you and he rubs your back in slow caresses, kissing your temples with a little grin.

“I bet Felix never made you feel that way. You frowned your eyebrows, why was he talking about Felix now ? You lift your face to look up at him in a confused way. Oh, you probably didn’t know... You shake your head slowly. He was my servant. You both have the same disgusting sugary smell. ”

Your jaws dropped and you blink your eyes. Felix, the purest heart you have ever known was once... A demon ?

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[plethora-of-imagines]

Alphabet

AN: Time to murder the Thirsting for Thirteen server. =)

Word Count: 1736

Warnings: smut/lemon, face sitting

Description: DW Kinktober Day 4; Prompt: Face sitting

The Doctor encourages you to try something new that you always wanted to try.

Tag List: @c-s-stars @queerconfusionthings @how-masterful @truthbehindthemysteries

 "I've always wanted to try the alphabet thing," the Doctor rambled as you entered your newly shared bedroom.

Well, it was mainly your bedroom with how little the Doctor tended to sleep. Still, there were signs that she lived there with you. Bits of broken machinery scattered around on end tables and the desk the TARDIS had added to the room to keep her pilot's tinkering from tripping you. Honestly, most of the Doctor's additions to the room were hazards to navigate around.

"What alphabet thing, Doctor?"

"The one where you say the alphabet against your partner's clit to make them cum! I've always wondered if it is actually effective?"

You smiled at her as her voice trailed off into thoughts that passed so rapidly she couldn't verbalize them. Lips slightly twitching every few moments as if she was about to say something but the thought  was replaced too soon.

"Knowing you Doctor," you waited for her focus on her surroundings to return before continuing. "You'll make your way through more than one alphabet!"

She took your teasing for the lighthearted words that they were.

"Oh, I have enough alphabets in my head to make sure you've cum hard enough -and often enough- to struggle walking when I'm done."

You couldn't help but giggle at the seductive face she was making. She was wiggling her eyebrows purposely to get a laugh out of you. Already you were a lot less intimidated. The Doctor had tried to tell you multiple times that sex should be fun. An expression of love and silly affection, it didn’t always have to be serious and sensual. Yet, you were still often trapped in the mindset of needing everything to be perfect during sex. Of it being a performance on your part where you needed to be the perfect picture of loveliness. It was taking forever to unlearn it, but the Doctor had said she would wait forever for you to be comfortable. You were slowly making progress, the other week you had taken the initiative to ambush the Doctor with fuzzy handcuffs which made her breathless with laughter. You had enjoyed that.

Face sitting, however- was going to be hard to let go and enjoy. You were terrified of “doing it wrong” even if there was no real wrong way. Mind racing with fears of what could go wrong. What if you somehow killed the Doctor? Regeneration due to suffocation during sex would be humiliating to explain. Even just to know it had happened would make you run away for the next hundred years! But you were determined to at least give it a try. You had always wanted to experience it, to know what it felt like.

The Doctor had already thrown off her jacket while you were caught in your own head. She wasted no time in starting to help you strip out of your clothes. Giving kisses to every millimeter of skin exposed. Once your shirt was off she lavished her affection to the crook of your neck, as her hands fiddled with your bra hooks. Kissing, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin. The cold air of the room- and the noise your bra made as the Doctor flung it into the wall once she got it off- was your only sign that your bra had been removed. The Doctor continued to focus on your neck, not even taking a finger to tease your nipples. 

Holding you close, arms wrapped around your waist the Doctor began to unbutton your pants. Hands sliding between the fabric of your pants and underwear to start to play with you. To further relax you with a gentle arousal. You more than approved and told her so with a small moan.

“It’s a delicate maneuver, pleasing a woman. Lucky for you I’m very dexterous and experienced.”

“Oh? Bragging about pleasuring other women while we get intimate, Doctor? Should I be worried I’m dating a playboy in a beautiful woman’s form?”

“Well, you know, all of time and space. I’ve been around,” the Doctor froze as she realized what she said. “Wait- no! I mean I’ve had partners before, you know I’ve had partners before- I never hid that from you. I didn’t mean to imply I was unfaithful when dating- or that I considered any of my partners to be just tally marks on a list. And I- I should really stop talking now, shouldn’t I?”

Laughing, you leaned against the Doctor.

“I was just teasing! I didn’t mean to make you panic so much about hurting my feelings. With how old you are compared to me I’d be more worried if you wanted to have sex and hadn’t yet, old lady.”

“Oi! I’m still considered middle-aged for a Time Lady! I think? I honestly don’t think anyone really kept track back home... we didn’t have birthdays or anything.”

As the peaceful, relaxed vibes returned the Doctor slowly returned her attention to both undressing you and turning you on. Sliding your pants down your legs until they were around your ankles. Kicking them off the rest of the way was just convenient. You weren’t acting eager at all. No ma'am that's how anyone would remove their pants, kicking them off. It took you a while to realize that you were very undressed compared to the Doctor who was still almost her full outfit.

“I know that seeing you without the jacket is almost like seeing you naked in your mind, Doctor but there is a difference.”

The Doctor released her grip on your waist, “well you’ll just have to change that won’t you...”

Smirking you yanked her suspenders off her shoulders in one fluid motion, “oh, I intend to.”

The Doctor helped you to remove her clothes in a rapid hurricane of excitement. Tripping out of her own pants as she fell onto the bed bouncing with a small oomph at the unexpected landing. You laughed as you fell down after her- hands tangled together. Crawling up the bed to get to the pillows the Doctor gave you a face full of ass. Giggling as she spread out her limbs like a starfish as she settled into a comfortable position with her head resting on the pillows.

Your giggles twisted into a nervous tick as you pulled off your underwear. This was going to happen. Shifting onto your knees to hover above her stomach before awkwardly trying to shuffle further up. Kneeling over her face. Would you be able to keep yourself lifted up enough? What happens if you got tired? Or fell when you came?

Hands reassuringly caressed the back of your thighs.

“It’s going to be fine. Trust me.”

You lowered yourself down so that the Doctor’s tongue could reach you. The first little lick she gave startled you. Rushing to pull away, hands gripping the headboard for security before you slowly lowered yourself back down again. It felt nice. Well, it would probably feel more than just nice if you could manage to relax enough to focus on the sensations. Your head was racing with thoughts about how you had to stay up, to not suffocate her.

“Relax,” the Doctor murmured. “I have a respiratory bypass, I don’t need to breathe. So let go of the headboard - good girl- and let me make you feel good.”

Letting go of the headboard you let the Doctor’s hands guide you down onto her face. Your pussy resting against her lips.

“I, just tap if you need me to get up?”

Stretching her hand to reach around your body so that you would see her thumbs up, the Doctor reassured you that she would tell you if you needed to move for her. Fond smile growing on your face you let yourself fully relax. It felt good, strange at times as she really was trying out the alphabet, but good. Subconsciously you found yourself grinding down against her soft lips to get further stimulation. When you noticed you didn’t even try to stop yourself this time. She hadn’t given the signal, and the sounds of encouragement she was making made you feel better about what your body was naturally doing.

You had no idea how many “alphabets” the Doctor had gotten through, there was no way that there were this many letters in yours. Little flicks of her tongue mixed with long lasting licks, the sensations varied with no real rhythm. It made it hard to predict what would happen next. The Doctor never seemed to use the same motion twice. Then you felt her make a pattern with her tongue that was just sinful. Had she moved onto words?

“Oh! Oh, that one Doctor! That feels so good,” you head fell back as she repeated the motions.

Now the Doctor seemed to be focused on using patterns with all of the tongue movements that had made you gasp or moan. It was heaven. Grinding down roughly against her mouth and that glorious tongue. You needed more, you needed to cum. You absent mindedly twitched and rutted as you rode out your pleasure on the Doctor’s tongue. Why had you ever been hesitant or worried that she wouldn’t enjoy this as much as you? You could feel her smile, her satisfaction. It was glorious. 

The moment your body allowed you control again you flopped over. Off of the Doctor’s face and into the spot next to her in your bed. Laying still for a while to enjoy the afterglow. You felt content and satisfied. Next time you would have to have her sit on your face. If the sounds she made meant anything it would be very enjoyable. Without a respiratory bypass, however, the two of you would need to actually be a little bit careful.

Your contemplation on when you could plan to try this out for yourself was interrupted by the Doctor rolling over to cuddle you. Enjoying the comfortable silence until the Doctor softly spoke. Breaking the silence with a sleepy voice.

“It was adorable,” she nuzzled in closer. Her wet, arousal covered lips resting in your hair. You would need a bath later, “ your favorite sensation was me calling you the equivalent of darling angel in Gallifreyan.”

You were too relaxed and sleepy to be embarrassed by that new information. You would examine what that meant later.

“Mhm, love you, Doctor.”

She yawed while answering, “love you too, forever.”

[godshira]

ONLY HIM.

your stepbrother shirabu kenjirō is always a meanie to you— so then why does he want to keep you solely for himself only?

-> warning : stepcest, degradation, humiliation, dubcon, face slapping, dumbification, manipulation, mindbreak

kenjirō nii chan is the biggest bully! he ignores you & acts as if you don’t even exist. but you want to try to get closer to your new nii-chan— he’s your family now & you actually do look up to him. so to try to get on his good side you join the volleyball team as a manager to attempt to get closer to your nii-chan.

“what the fuck are you doing? first you fucking come into my family, trying to act as if you belong here. now volleyball too? just stay out of my life, bitch” hearing kenjirō spit such harsh remarks was a slap to the face. but you won’t give up just yet, not for your nii-chan! you’ll keep trying & trying— one day he’ll warm up to you, you just know it!

the rest of the boys treat you so well— would kenjirō really die just to act like them for a day? they’re just so kind and gentle with you— always looking out for their pretty little manager. but something is boiling up inside kenjirō & it’s consuming him— hatred? disgust? jealousy? hah as if.

“wow shirabu, your little sister really is the nicest! i would kill to have a pretty & sweet little sister just like her, dude” tendō remarks during their break at practice. kenjirō’s jaw tenses up as he grinds his teeth. pretty & sweet?— you’re just a pain. a fucking headache. a burden. a fucking dumb bitch. so then why does he hate the idea of his dumb bitch of sister being someone else’s?

that same night kenjirō asks you to meet him in his room after dinner to talk— with the tone of his voice & expression it had to be serious. maybe he finally wants to step up & be the big brother that you hoped he would be. so there you were— fiddling with your thumbs & staring down at the ground as kenjirō went to lock his door. you felt him get closer & closer to you— his presence overwhelming you. the sound of his hand striking your face broke the silence of the room. you looked at kenjirō with your scared tear filled eyes as your face stung from the slap.

“you just wanted to join the team so you can whore yourself out to them, isn’t that right? i wasn’t giving you any attention so you just had to get some. fucking attention whore,”

“no that isn’t true-“ your words got stuck in your throat as you suddenly felt kenjirō pull you close to his chest, his hand softly petting your head— contrasting his behaviour not even a few seconds ago.

“it’s okay lil’ sis. you don’t have to lie to me, because i know you,” he finally called you his sister. you looked up to him from his chest & saw a smile graced on his lips. “your nii-chan wasn’t looking after you so you wanted other people to take care of you, isn’t that right hm?” his eyes were as if they were filled with so much sincerity & love, so different from he usually was with you— cold, harsh, vile & hateful. you were in daze— mind foggy & blurred from everything that has happened— so you couldn’t help yourself from agreeing to whatever kenjirō-nii is saying.

“what a sad little thing you are. gosh, what will you do if you found out about the things the other boys are calling you,”

“wh-what?” oh you looked so scared & terrified— exactly like how kenjirō wants you to be. “yeah, they’ve been talking about you. calling you a desperate slut, an airhead bitch & all other kinds of names,” kenjirō absolutely adores the sight of fear gleaming in your eyes.

“n-no, they wo-wouldn’t say that-“

“so you’re calling your nii-chan a liar,”

“no i’m not! i’m j-just-“ and there you go— tears streaming & full on sobbing into kenjirō’s chest, dampening his shirt with your salty tears. he did it, he finally broke you. “shhh it’s okay, lil’ sis. you don’t need them, you only need me right? you’ll only need your nii-chan now,”

he’s right, you finally have him now. he at long last opened up to you so you really shouldn’t be caring about those other boys and what they thought about you— not when you have your big brother now. so you don’t question any of it. you don’t question kenjirō is leaning in closer until his lips harshly kisses yours & travel down to leave purple marks into the skin of your neck. you don’t question it when he starts fondling your breasts through your shirt. you don’t question it when he starts to pull down his sweatpants to ‘show you how much he really loves you.’

but the voice in your head is screaming and yelling at you— saying that big brothers aren’t supposed to touch their little sisters like this. but what do you know? you’ve never had one until kenjirō came into your life, so maybe you could be wrong. but the voice just won’t stop shouting at you— that you aren’t supposed to be enjoying the way your big brother is feeling your sensitive cunt through your wet & dampened panties. but fuck, does it feel so good.

“you want your big brother to shove his cock in this cunny of yours, hm?” it was an automatic response for you to nod your head to whatever he was asking for. you didn’t care at all about what he was saying— all you knew is that you were feeling so fucking good and you needed more of it. and with a single thrust you felt kenjirō’s cock splitting your tight cunny open— cries & whines leaving your lips.

“fuck- loosen up a bit will ya? you’re so goddamn tight i can’t even move,” kenjirō hisses out through a grunt as he attempts to move in your tight cunt. as much it felt good for you, it felt just as fucking amazing for kenjirō. especially with the fact that you’ve gone completely braindead on him & just so pliant and obedient for him— just like how little sisters are supposed to treat their big brothers.

“o-oh i’m so-sorry nii-chan,” he smiles. you’re really the perfect little sister he could ever ask for, not even questioning it when he shoves his cock into you.

“it’s fine, little girl. you know why? because i only will ever get to fuck this tight cunt of yours. because only your nii-chan is ever allowed to touch you like— to fuck you like this, okay?”

“yes kenjirō-nii, only you!” that’s right, only him. forever.

[axoxtxhxh]

Not Without Trying - Chapter 9

Summary: Levi struggles to admit his feelings to Reader, unsure if she feels the same way.

LevixFem!Reader

Warnings: Light grinding, Levi being cute

Word Count: ~ 2,700

Y/N walked back to her door, barely making it to her bed after Levi left, before hearing another knock.

“Levi?” She was surprised. Shit! She’s surprised I’m back. “Checking in on me again?” She smiled.

He wanted to kiss her. God, did he want to kiss her. He held his gaze for a little too long because she started to look confused.

“C—can I come in?” He asked. Damn it, stop stuttering!

“Sure.” She smiled and move out of the way for him to walk in. He shuffled to the wall next to her dresser away from her bed, knowing that was where she would sit. She sat on the bed and he watched her, still saying nothing. She looked around her room, not knowing what he was doing.

“Uh…” He made a noise and looked to the floor.

“So… you’re here.” She pressed her lips together and her eyes were shifting again, looking for any reason that he might be there. Without him telling her, she had no idea, but he still didn’t speak. “Do you want me to guess why you’re here?”

He closed his eyes and took a breath. “I really have no idea what I’m doing.”

“What you’re doing? With what?”

“I…uh…” He closed his eyes and shook his head. This was already failing. He felt stupid and completely out of his element. This isn’t the kind of thing he normally did. His heart was beating so quickly in his chest, he could feel it in his ears. His mouth was dry as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Is there something you’re trying to say?”

“Y—yes.”

He looked around the room, shifting his weight around, becoming increasingly aware of the fact that this was the first time he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. He normally held them at his sides, but they felt heavy, almost pulling at his shoulders. He moved them to his pocket, but it felt too stiff so he moved one to her dresser, propping up his head on his elbow. I look like an idiot. He dropped his hands down, holding them at his sides awkwardly.

“Why don’t you come sit here.” She could see how uncomfortable he was, moving around to find a comfortable spot. He looked like a little kid trying to ask his mom to play outside and she tried not to smile at him. Instead she stood up, grabbing his hands and pulling him to the bed.

Seeing her sit there in front of him made it both easier and harder to speak. This isn’t anything new. This is Y/N. You’ve spoken to her so many times. Don’t be stupid. He looked at her, wanting to speak, but still not sure what to say. Her eyes were so forgiving, just looking at him and trying to encourage him to speak and he sat there like an idiot.

“I…um…It’s…” He chuckled at his stupidity. He took another deep breath.

“Are you okay? I’ve never seen you like—”

“Maybe Hange was right.” The words poured out of his mouth.

“Hange was right?” She repeated.

“God, don’t make me say it.” He groaned, putting his face in his hands and resting them on his knees. How was this so hard for him. He wanted to bang his head against the wall. He wasn’t good at this sort of thing. Y/N is so smart, why does she have to be so dumb right now?

“Levi, whatever you want to say, just say it.” She reassured him. “It’s me you’re talking to.”

She was right, it was only her, but it wasn’t making it any easier for him knowing that because it may just be her, but shewas the reason he was feeling like this. She was the reason he couldn’t get out of his own head and tell her. She was the reason he couldn’t focus on anything because every time he looked into her eyes he saw understanding and kindness and her quiet strength that made him melt into putty. He could feel his cheeks getting warm the more he thought about her.

She was starting to get nervous. She had never seen Levi acting like this and she was worried this was bad, something he didn’t want to say to her, but he needed to say. What if she wasn’t doing her job well? What if her flirting had been unprofessional and he told Erwin and now she was getting kicked out the survey corps? So many things ran through her head and she was getting impatient waiting for Levi to tell her the bad news.

“Hange was right that…” He started. “Maybe we should…”

He started speaking with his hands. He never spoke with his hands and it was giving Y/N so much anxiety. She knew he would never want to hurt her and if he was trying to sugarcoat the fact that she might be fired, he was doing it with the best intentions, but it was killing her.

“Maybe we could…”

Could? Could calm down? Could quit? Could what?!

“…try… “

Try being more professional? Try what?

“…dating.” …What?

Y/N’s eyes widened and Levi caught it.

“I knew it.” He complained. “It was stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He stood up. “Ugh, I was dumb to think—”

“Levi, stop!” She pulled his arm, but he kept pulling away, turning his body, refusing to look at her. “Levi! You’re acting… like… a child!”

She kept trying to pull him, but ultimately thought it would be easier to let him pull away. She kept hold of his hand, but when he tried to leave, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall, he looked down, unable to look her in the face.

“Please, Y/N.” He pleaded. “Just let me… I just feel so… God, it was such a—”

“It’s not a stupid idea.” She interrupted. He looked up at her, his cheeks decorated with a bright pink flush. “It’s not stupid.”

He relaxed his shoulders and she let go of him, going back to sit on the bed and hoping he would follow her.

“Then you…were y—were you thinking…”

“This is definitely a side of you I’ve never seen before.” She smiled.

“Shut up.” He smiled back, moving to sit next to her. “So it’s not a bad idea?”

Y/N shook her head. Levi looked away from her and down at his hands. He couldn’t even describe how he was feeling. Anxious was definitely up there though.

“So, what are we… What will we be to each other? Are there certain steps we have to…?” He stopped talking as he watched her smile grow at his question. “I don’t… I’ve never…”

“How about you decide. You tell me what we are.” She replied leaning back on her arms.

He knew what he actually wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her that she was everything to him. One of his best friends. That she was one of the only things he would give everything up for. That his heart had started beating quickly every time he sees her and he doesn’t know why, but he wants to figure it out.

She could see how overwhelmed he was just by looking at his face. He got lost in his own thoughts and probably wasn’t going to come out of there for a while so she spoke first.

“I care about you Levi,” she started, “I value you as a friend. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. You’ve been here for me in a way no one else has and in a way I didn’t even know I needed. You’re someone in my life that I could never replace.”

Levi watched her as she spoke.

“You’re also one of the only people I can tolerate being around for more than 20 minutes.” She smiled at him and he laughed lightly at her using what he said to her.  “I have a lot of respect for you, but these last few weeks have been making me think about what Hange said as well.”

His heart skipped a little. Did she just say…

“Maybe Hange knows something we don’t.” She held his hand. He looked down at their hands then intertwined their fingers. She smiled at him and he smiled back. “Let’s see where it goes.”

Y/N started leaning closer to him. He froze and the closer she got, the heavier his breathing got. She was so close to his face now.

“Levi?” She stopped moving forward.

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to break my hand.” He looked down and realized he had been squeezing her hand so tightly his knuckles were white. He quickly released it.

“I—I’m sorry.” He stood up, walking to the wall and back a couple times. “I don’t really… I mean, I’ve never been in a relationship, so all the things that come with it. Like…”

“Kissing.”

“Yes… kissing. I don’t have much experience with it.” He stopped pacing and stood in front of her.

She leaned her arms back on the bed.

“Well we don’t have to kiss. There are other things we could do. You seem pretty okay with holding hands. There’s hugging, or even just sitting closely to each other. We already eat meals together so that one is good. Eventually there’s sex, but without kiss—”

A high-pitched noise escaped Levi’s mouth and his eyes went wide. He quickly slammed his mouth shut.

“What was that?” Y/N teased, chuckling at him.

“Nothing.” He answered quickly, moving over to the wall, resting his head against it.

“Levi, we don’t have to do any of that stuff if you don’t want to.” She reassured him.

“I want to though. I really do.” He took a deep breath.

He started rubbing his nail against the wall, trying to get himself together and Y/N stood up, wanting to help him relax.

“I’m sorry. I’m not confident with any of this.” He whispered.

“You’re just nervous.” She comforted him, not wanting to walk any closer in case it would make him feel weird. “That’s not bad.”

“But I do want to kiss you. I do.”

“Do you want me to help you?” She asked quietly. “I mean, you are dealing with a rather dominant woman.”

He laughed in agreement.

“I don’t mind helping you along.” She continued. “It will be more of a push than guidance. And if I’m being honest it will be more of a shove than a light push. I’ve never been very gentle.”

He laughed again and nodded at the wall.

“Well first, close your eyes.” She started.

He stayed where he was, standing up straight and following what she said.

“Now take a deep breath.” He did.

“Another.” He did.

“One more.” He did what she said, feeling a bit calmer.

“You can open your eyes.” Her voice was right in front of him.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was so close to his face now, her skin looking as soft and smooth as it always did. He could see how the moonlight painted shadows on her face and it showed how high her cheekbones were. Even in the near darkness, her eyes still looked so beautiful.

She moved her hand down his arm until she was holding his hand. Her other hand moved away some of the hair in his eyes and then lightly brushed across his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed at her touch and he took a deep breath. Not a calming deep breath, but a forced one. He was very sure she could feel his heart beat in his hand and he wanted anything to distract him from it. He took another deep breath and opened his eyes.

“Y/N…” His voice was shaky as he looked at her through the curtain of his bangs, his arm resting on the wall just to the side of her head.

“Yes…?” She was smiling and secretly loving every second of his embarrassing discomfort. He was cute. A word she never thought she would use to describe Levi. Handsome? Yes. Debonair? Definitely. He was even charming in his own way, but cute? Never would she have thought it.

“Can I…” He looked away, eyes darting left and right aimed at the floor while he tried to get the words out.

“Can you...” She could barely hold in her excitement almost bouncing while she waited for him to finish his question. He slowly looked up at her. The expression on his face the same as it always was. Though this time a slight tint of pink sat on his cheeks while his pupils were fully dilated.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathed, his voice just over a whisper.

Y/N smiled. She took in the moment enjoying his face being so close to hers, watching how his eyes searched her face, desperate for her answer, his breath, smelling faintly of black tea, hitting her face with each exhale.

She could only imagine his heart beating as fast as hers right now. She was excited too. It wasn’t just Levi who was nervous. She wanted this just as badly as he did and if it weren’t for her trying to comfort him, she would probably be as visibly awkward.

She looked down, searching his body for anything appropriate to touch to bring even more heat into the moment. Finally, she settled on his hip and lightly looped her first finger into his pant loop then replied.

“Yes.”

Levi took a small step closer to her while bringing his free hand to her cheek. He lifted his head and leaned in further then kissed her.

It was a little slow at first. Only just pecking his closed lips to hers. She was reminded that this was most likely one of Levi’s first kisses. She relaxed a little, letting him take the lead. Her stomach fluttered at his inexperience and she wondered how he must be feeling.

He continued slowly and after a few more pecks and some angled rotations of his head, he was getting more comfortable and his lips started lingering longer on hers. With his hand still on the wall behind her, he leaned into her body a little more.

Feeling him move closer, Y/N utilized the opportunity to push the kiss slightly deeper. She used the tip of her tongue to barely touch his upper lip, grazing across the front. With this he let out the softest, breathy moan and immediately felt self-conscious.

Before he could pull away, Y/N wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his waist pulling him even deeper into her arms while never letting his lips leave hers. She sighed quietly into his mouth to let him know it’s okay and his hand went to her waist, lightly squeezing her.

They both pushed away from the wall a bit as they closed the gap in between their bodies entirely. Levi moved his hand up to Y/N’s upper back, pulling her even closer. Y/N could tell he was much more comfortable now, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss.

Levi could feel himself getting hotter, sparks moving through his body and building heat in his stomach. He pulled her as close as he could and began lowering his hand to her hips and pushing his hips against hers. She moaned into him and couldn’t stop herself from sliding her tongue into his mouth.

He let out a loud exhale, breathing heavier as both of his hands reached her hips and he roughly grinded himself against her. Y/N could start to feel a hardness hitting her upper thigh and she moved her hand to try to rub harder against him, her own breathing getting heavy.

Knock! Knock!

They both pulled away looking at the door wondering who was knocking this late at night. Reluctantly, they separated from each other and Y/N went to open the door.

“Hange?” Levi questioned. The other captain looked from Y/N to Levi. A slow, but very large grin growing on their face. Oh shit.

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Pairings: mafia boss!jaehyun x reader

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Warnings: dom!jaehyun, brat!reader, yandere themes, orgasm denial, slight edging (like really slight), thigh slapping, ropes, vibrator, punishment kinda, creampie, unprotected sex (stay safe 🙏)

The glass in Jaehyuns hand shattered as he saw another man approach you. He was beyond pissed. Mostly at you honestly. You were basically letting it happen because to you, this was all fun and games.

It shouldn't be though.

Jaehyun was a dangerous man. Someone you really shouldn't be around and someone who had a lot of power, over anything and everyone. Most people were terrified of him and only idiots would dare to speak out of line. And if they were lucky, maybe, just maybe they'd make it out alive.

It all happened when you came to this bar for a good drink and a slight buzz. But here, there was always someone hitting on you. This someone happened to be Jaehyun. It was the first time you met him too. Unfortunately, like the idiot you were (and still are), you talked back to him. It wasnt because you were trying to be rude, but instead you were fed up with the way he was acting towards you. The small brushes on the shoulder and the hand on your knee was getting on your nerves. But what really annoyed you were his comments. Not realising who he was and the power he had, you got angry and gave him back handed comments.

You only stopped when you felt a sting to your thigh.

Luckily for you it was only a slap. Not a knife or a bullet. Jaehyun was never this gentle.

Everytime after that, you would still come back to the bar, in your usual seating and Jaehyun would always be there. He even remembered your favorite drink after the first few nights. How sweet. But now, he was seated away from you with a group of men, watching your every move since he couldnt be with you at the moment.

"Baby that dress looks so pretty on you." The guy sitting next to you commented. His tongue swiping over his lips to coat them in his own saliva.

"Hmm thanks." You smiled, knowing that an angry Jaehyun was watching you like a hawk from across the bar.

The man's hand began to slither up your thigh, dragging his hand up and down. It was nothing like Jaehyuns rough, yet loving hands.

"I want to get to know you more." You turned your head to face the man and raised an eyebrow. "Come home with me."

"Sorry, but I'm gonna have to say no." You took a quick swig of your drink and smiled.

"Come on baby. It'll be worth your time." The man took your hands into his and brought them to his lips.

Jaehyun was going to kill someone today.

"Im sorry," you pulled your hand away, giggling, "but I said no." The man was still relentless, grabbing your hand and placing it on his bulge. Your eyes lit up and you searched around the room to see if anyone was seeing what was going on, stopping on your boyfriend's cold eyes.

Jaehyun got up from his seat, walking towards you. Your hand pulled away like lightning. A groan coming from the man next to you. Panic filled your body as you knew someone was going to get killed, or injured.

An angry Jaehyun is not a good Jaehyun. Especially if someone touched his girlfriend. And he let that go too far.

"Whats my pretty girl doing?" Jaehyun pulled your hair to the side and lightly kissed your neck. It was odd hearing such a soft voice come out of Jaehyun, yet you could feel how pissed he was.

"I-i was just talking..." His hands grabbed your waist, digging his nails deep into your side. Jaehyun wasnt an idiot, but you tried.

"And who the fuck are you?" The man asked. You actually forgot he was still there. But he wasn't going to be for long, Jaehyun ripped out a gun and pointed it at the man before making sure the safety was off.

"The real question is who are you?"

"I-i..." the man stuttered, obviously threatened by the weapon in your boyfriends hand.

"I dont like waiting." Jaehyun cocked the gun.

"I-im no one s-sir my apologies." The man walked away as quickly as he could from the both of you. Jaehyun snickering at how pathetic he was.

"Im gonna killed him for touching you."

"No, you wont. You can't always hurt someone who talks or touches me."

"Dont talk back to me, im not in the mood." You got up from the bar stool and walked with Jaehyun to his car. A very expensive one at that.

"I dont care if your in the mood stop acting like a bitch." Your sparky comment took all of Jaehyuns power to not bend you over and spank you in public.

"Get in the car Y/N."

"No." Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned and walked away. That set Jaehyun off.

You were suddenly in the backseat of his car, your face pushed against the seat and your ass in the air. The dress you were wearing was barely covering anything anymore.

"Listen here you pathetic little slut," he whisped in your ear, "if i tell you to get in the fucking car you listen, understand?"

You tried to get out of the grip he had on you, but it was no use. It just earned you a smack.

"Stop moving and answer me."

"Yes." A sigh left your mouth as he let go of you and walked to the drivers seat, starting the car. Leaving you in the back flustered.

"Come on pretty girl you can take it."  Jaehyun was currently fucking you with a vibrator. The vibrations sending you over the edge as he kept moving it in and out at a slow pace. You grabbed his arm and dug your nails deep into him, hoping that he'd stop punishing you and fuck you for real.

"P-please.." You begged as you squirmed on the bed from all the edging he was doing.

Jaehyun ignored you and picked up his pace. The room was filled with a mix or screaming, moaning, and wet sounds, just how he likes it.

He pulled you in for a rough kiss, teeth clashing with each other. The rougher he was, the more passionate he was with you.

"Im gonna cum." You moaned out, pulling away from the deep kiss, having enough of all the toying from the man above you.

"No youre not." He ripped the toy out of you, ruining your orgasm.

"Aw look at that baby, guess you won't cum again for another month."

You glared at the man as he sat there with a playful smirk before he moved on top of you, leaning down to bite and suck on your neck, leaving purple and blue marks on your skin as a whine left your lips. You wanted more, but knowing Jaehyun you probably weren't going to get it until he was satisfied enough. But you knew he was going to give up sooner or later. The boner brushing against your thigh was not going to go unnoticed by you.

"Stop...teasing..." You tried saying as Jaehyun moved back up to kiss you again.

"Why should i?" He looked up with an eyebrow raised, "You werent exactly the nicest to me. So why should I be nice to you?"

You frowned at the older man ready to talk back again, but the sudden cold hand cupping your hot entrance stopped you. The lower half of your body was almost grinding on his hand for more friction. Jaehyun noticed and smirked at your attempts to get off.

Smack.

"Dont even try that." He kept the same agonizing smirk on his face, giving him a more sadistic look than before. Your movement stopped with a pout and you watched Jaehyun take his hand away from your core.

"Then ill just do it myself." You pretty much just pushed Jaehyun away from you and attempted to please yourself, but you knew damn well it wasn't nearly as good as Jaehyun himself.

"Look at the pretty girl trying to act all tough." Jaehyun cooed at you, taking your hand away from your core and pinning your hands above your head. "Have i not been punishing you good enough? Is that why your acting even more bratty than usual?"

"No," you shook your head at your boyfriend, "its the fact you going to kill someone just because they touched me."

"Well i have a newsflash for you princess," Jaehyun leaned closer to your ear and whispered, "theyre already dead."

"Y-youre insane Jaehyun..."

"But thats why you love me." You watched as Jaehyun got off of you, moving to find something in the very large closet you both shared. When he turned back, you expected another toy he was going to tease you with, but no. He had ropes in his hand as he walked towards you with the same sadistic smirk that you hated yet loved.

He tied you up effortlessly, only giving him a few hard times but that only ended with a few smacks to your thigh.

Jaehyun stood back looking at your naked figure, a small blush painted your cheeks as you felt small under his gaze. Yes, Jaehyun was rather proud of what he was looking at. The beautiful hickeys and bite marks that littered your thighs, neck, and chest. The red hand prints on your thighs wrapping around to your ass. And the crescent shapes in your hips from his nails digging into your skin. He loved all of it.

You could hear the sound of clothes dropping to the floor, but didnt bother turning your head, too embarrassed to look at him now that you felt more exposed with the ropes holding your wrists to the bed post.

"Spread your legs for me princess." The sound of Jaehyuns voice brought you back to reality. You looked at him, his eyes staring into yours waiting for you to do as you were told. But did you didnt move. Just adding more fuel to his anger. "I said spread your fucking legs." He growled. You did so a bit too slowly for his liking and it only ended up with him forcefully spreading them himself.

A quiet gasp left your lips watching as he began to slowly grind into you, making you feel his bare cock against your pussy. Your sighs and moans filled the room, jaehyun watched closely, taking in every whine and movement you made. He pulled back and you waited for him to continue grinding but no, he was inside you without warning, not giving you anytime to adjust.

Jaehyuns fast pace shook the bed and your wrists were chaffing against the ropes. Moans erupted from your throat from the pain and pleasure Jaehyun was giving you.

"Fuck, Jaehyun...."

Jaehyun moved his hand from your hips up to your throat giving it a tight squeeze, "Such a dirty mouth." His hips snapped forward making your eyes roll to the back of your head and more cuss words were choked out. Earning a disappointed head shake from your boyfriend.

The lewd sounds of your bodies filled the room as he continued fucking you into oblivion. If someone walked in, they would be sure to have the image of you being fucked by Jaehyun with his fingers in your mouth and hand wrapped around your throat all while being tied up, stuck in their head for a few months.

"You love being a brat huh?" Jaehyun started whilst making eye contact, "Cause you know you'll be fucked like the pathetic slut you are. Am i right princess?"

He took his fingers out of your mouth to let you speak, "Y-yes." You moaned out. A quiet chuckle rang through your ears.

"Needy little brat..." His pace was faster yet sloppy and you knew he was close. The bed rocked and the sound of skin against skin filled your ears. Jaehyuns grip on your throat not planning on letting go as you struggled for breath.

"Jaehyun....p-please I'm gonna-"

"If you even dare cum ill beat your ass." That changed your thoughts about even bothering to let go, knowing he wasn't playing around.

Just as you felt like holding it in wasnt enough, Jaehyun was already one step ahead and came inside you, riding out his orgasm with a low groan.

Jaehyun pulled out, removing the ropes from your wrists. They were as red as your thighs and they stung too the touch. Jaehyun, being the nice man he is, even though he was still slighlty mad, took the time to give you after care, applying a cream to your wrists and butt just so the redness would calm down and cleaned up the cum dripping down your thighs.

After all that he laid beside you, embracing you in his arms and kissing the top of your head. "My pretty girl." He muttered against your hair before the both of you drifted off to sleep. Although you were still angry that you couldnt cum.

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Irresistible Danger - Part 59

Synopsis:  After being caught outside the compound on your own, Negan decides to punish you in the best way possible ;)

Words: 4,078

Warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing

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Clearing the Board

You stared at Negan in shock for a long moment, your brain’s frantic whirring grinding to a screeching halt as the subconscious watched with mouth so agape that the gum it had been chewing fell unnoticed to the floor. 

Had he been thinking the same questions as you the entire dinner? Part of you wanted to bolt, terrified to know what was on his mind. Was this where he pulled the rug out from under you and said things were getting too cozy, that he wanted to back track? Did he want to go back to his wives? Or maybe he wanted to try and make you into another one of them? 

Breathe. Just breathe and see what he has to say, before you start hyperventilating. 

Clearing your throat and licking suddenly dry lips, you hoarsely said, “Uh...yeah...we do.” 

As if this was the permission he was waiting for, he gave a curt nod and started talking. He was so focused and straight to the point that you wondered if he had rehearsed this prior to you showing up. If so, he had done a much better job of preparing than you had. 

“I wanted to apologize for last night. Not just for the way I attacked you, though I do fucking apologize for that, but for how I acted after.”

At this, he paused and ran a hand slowly down over his mouth and beard, and you realized how difficult this conversation was for him, how much he still struggled to be open and honest and sincere with another human when he’d had to learn the hard way to be tough and mean and impenetrable. It made you feel validated regarding your own struggles, as well as grateful that both of you were stepping outside your comfort zones and trying to communicate. 

“Doll, there’s just some shit that I don’t like to fucking relive. It has to happen, whether I fucking want it to or not, and once it’s done, it’s done. I don’t always want to rehash events, or talk about how I feel, because the answer is probably that I feel like fucking horse shit. It’s nothing personal against you, it’s just me wanting to fucking move on. The same way you told me the other night that I gotta trust you not to always give me all the fucking details? Well, same goes when the shoe’s on the other fucking foot.”

You sat there and took this in, brain having pulled out a tablet to take frantic notes, and subconscious still staring in shock with its foot unknowingly stepping right in the middle of the dropped gum wad. Of all the ways for tonight’s conversation to go, no part of you had expected Negan to not only take the lead, but go in the correct direction needed to pulverize one of the newly-created questions you had thrown into the padlocked box. 

Once he said the words out loud, it did make a lot of sense. You had seen it as wanting to connect with him and support him, if he would just explain what had happened on the run to upset him. However, some things might be better left unsaid, so as not to make the person relive the events and the emotions tied to them. What you had seen as him shutting you down was actually him trying to move on from unsavory events (and actions he’d had to complete in his role as leader). Add to that his comparison to your conversation the other night, where you had expected him to be okay with you not giving all details about certain events, and you couldn’t believe how much you had blown his recent actions out of proportion.

You had been quiet for a few long moments, during which he was watching you closely. He tried to make his expression neutral, but the unnatural stillness of his tensed body and the focused intensity of his hazel gaze gave away how much weight he was putting on what your response might be.

 Picking your words carefully, you broke the silence. “Thank you for explaining that, because I did wonder why you turned down my offer to talk last night. I respect your right to not tell me everything about what you have to do in order to keep control of the Sanctuary and other communities. However,” you held his gaze, making sure he saw your sincerity. “I want you to know that I’m always here for when and if you do want to talk about it. Any of it.” 

He was unresponsive for a few seconds, as if the tables had turned and now he was the one a bit surprised at how calm and clearly you had voiced your agreement. Then, a soft smile broke across his face, and he said, “I know you are, doll.”

You gave a small smile, beyond relieved to have that topic discussed and out of the way. Your brain was proud of the two of you for talking it out, while the subconscious was preoccupied with cursing and hopping around on one foot while frantically trying to use a stick to scrape the smeared gum off the bottom of its shoe. Like it, you now flailed about for how to move on to other concerns. The door of communication had been opened, and you didn’t want him to slam it shut now that the thing he’d wanted to get off his chest was done. 

“There’s some other things I think we need to talk about,” you said. When his eyebrows raised in a nonverbal for you to continue, you started nervously fidgeting with your dinner napkin.

Shit, where did you even start? How to accurately say what you were thinking and feeling about this relationship with him. He had obviously noticed you pulling back that day in the woods, and while you had been quick to start blurting your feelings when in a post-orgasmic haze, the words now stuck in your throat and refused to come out. 

That ball of self-doubt was creeping in, telling you to shut the box back up and get out of there. It whispered how maybe now that Negan had fucked you, the “game” was almost over and he wouldn’t be as interested. That the moment you started placing expectations on the two of you, he’d tell you to leave his rooms and not come back. 

Looking down at the napkin, which was now twisted and crumpled from anxious hands, you tossed it down on the table and abruptly stood up, unable to continue the farce of sitting still. You pushed the chair into the table and stood there for a few seconds before giving a frustrated groan and pacing over to his armoire and back. 

It was quite the role reversal, you pacing back and forth while he sat there, silently watching. Your hands gestured wildly in front of you, as if trying to act out what you couldn’t say. You started to talk a few times, but it came out as a sputter of nothingness, causing you to pace back and forth yet again. After a couple rounds of this, you finally stopped behind the dinner chair, hands gripping the back of it until your knuckles turned white. The two of you stared at one another, his forehead furrowed in concern at your mini meltdown.

“Doll,” he said, voice low and calming. “Tell me.” 

Just say it. Tell him you’ve fallen for him. 

But you couldn’t. The emotions were right there, but it didn’t feel right to just blurt them out. Three little words that some people tossed around like pennies, and you couldn’t say them when it mattered. 

You looked at him desperately, willing him to throw a lifeline and take back over the conversation, to tell you to forget it and act like this moment had never happened. Instead, he finally moved into action, standing from his own chair and rounding the small table to stand in front of you. 

He didn’t reach out, didn’t try to hold you, as if he knew that the slightest touch would cause your taut as a bowstring form to burst into a million pieces. His hands instead clenched at his sides in a nonverbal show of restraint. He knew that whatever you were struggling with was important, while at the same time realizing he couldn’t force it, and that the direction of the conversation depended entirely on you. 

“Tell me what’s wrong.” 

There was more authority to his tone this time, but it was the slight hint of worry making it go up in pitch at the end that propelled your own voice to finally get its shit together and start working. 

“There’s nothing wrong, I just…I don’t know how to say it.”

“Fucking say what? You’re killing me here, doll.” 

You looked at him, took in this strong and seemingly impenetrable, yet surprisingly caring and passionate man who had shattered all of the emotional defenses you had strategically built in order to keep yourself safe. And suddenly, you knew exactly how to tell him in a way that he, and only he, would understand. 

“Remember when you said that the game is over when the king is captured?”

Surprise flickered in his gaze, as he obviously wasn’t expecting that to come out of your mouth. However, he quickly caught up, giving a curt nod. 

“I know technically the queen is expendable, and the game can continue on without her, but-” voice cracking a bit, you paused to take a deep breath before continuing. “What the hell does one do when the opposite happens?” 

You saw the moment the realization hit, making him go completely still. Saw the moment he pieced everything together but still held back, as if afraid maybe he was misinterpreting it. 

His face looked wrecked when he husked, “What are you saying, doll?”

Emotion welled in your eyes as you verbally let go, whispering the confession that had been held in for long enough. 

“The king’s captured me.”

He broke the physical distance then, his eyes bright with emotion as he wrapped one arm around your waist and cupped your face with a warm palm. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on your lips that was so soft and gentle you almost wanted to cry. When he lifted his head, you felt overwhelmed by the adoration in his gaze, but that was nothing compared to the words he then spoke.

“Well doll, I’d say that’s only fucking fair, since the queen’s captured me too.”

Shock coursed through you, followed by a rush of emotion so strong it would’ve knocked you on your ass if he wasn’t there to clutch onto. 

He feels the same! Holy fuck, not only did he understand, but he also feels the same!

The two of you kissed again, long and slow, until your surroundings faded away and there was only him. It could’ve been mere moments or long minutes before your lips parted from his, as time currently had no meaning outside the count of his breaths on your face and beat of his heart under your palm flattened on his chest. 

You felt dizzyingly happy, and the padlocked box was tons of pounds lighter. However, there were still a few spiky balls of questions sitting in the bottom of it, and it was time to empty them out. All of them. 

“So,” you said, fingers tracing up over his exposed collarbone and strong throat. “What happens next, after the king and queen capture each other?”

Giving a much softer version of his usual devilish smirk, he replied, “They lay down their weapons, recall their fucking armies, and rule the board together.” 

Grinning like a fool at that, you wound your arms up around his neck and murmured hesitantly, “So what does that mean for the others? What does the king do with the five of them?”

Once again, the metaphor was not lost on him, and you felt the slightest stiffening of his body against yours as he pulled his lips from where they had been tracing along your ear lobe and looked down at you. 

Shit, did you go too far? Maybe you should’ve just stopped while you were ahead and not crossed into that topic of conversation just yet…

“What do you want me to do with them, doll?” 

You definitely weren’t expecting that as a response, as shown by your staring blankly up at him for a few seconds before saying, “Isn’t that your choice?”

He gave an amused tsk of disapproval. “No, that’s not how it works when we both rule the board. Each partner gets a say, and then we figure it out together.”

Did he just...call you… “Is that what I am?” you asked, heart inflating like a bubble at the possibility. 

“I mean, we can stick with just calling you my queen, if that’s what you want, but I think partner also has a nice fucking ring to it.” 

His partner. Not his wife, or girlfriend. Partner. 

Stretching up to give him a kiss of approval, you said, “Partner is perfect.” 

Deciding to go all in, you added, “And I only want you, no one else. I want you to be the person I snuggle up against each night, and the one whose bed I wake up in each morning knowing that I belong there. I want to walk proudly beside you and know that you’re mine, as much as I’m yours.” You hesitated, a small dart of worry at the brutally honest words making you feel the need to ask, “But what do you want?”

The playful light was back in his eyes, that sinful tongue running over his bottom lip. “I thought I already made that fucking obvious, doll. But if I didn’t, then listen very closely.” 

His lips traced over your face, leaving butterfly kisses on your cheeks and nose and forehead as he spoke the words. “I want you. Fucking simple as that. I’ve wanted you, and only you, since the day you fucking kicked my ass at chess.” 

This was technically information you already knew, thanks to Trixie, but hearing it from him made it that much more real. It was as if even though all the signs were there, you still didn’t want to fully believe you were the reason for his change in behavior with the wives, not until he confirmed it himself. 

Trying to add a bit of lightness, you hummed in pleasure at his lips kissing the sensitive spot on the curve of your neck and quipped, “Who knew all it would take was a game of chess for me to stand out.”

Giving a huffed laugh, he said against your skin, “If you think that’s the only way you fucking stand out, you’re even more oblivious then I fucking thought.” 

“Hey! Are you telling me I’m weird or something?” you laughed, playfully tugging at his hair so that he raised his head to look at you. 

“Wellllll…” he joked, smiling broadly before his expression got a bit more serious. “In all honesty, doll, I’ve respected the hell out of you since the moment you arrived here.”

Eyebrows raising, you said, “Oh? Do go on.”

His eyes danced with mirth, but his words were uncharacteristically sincere. “Despite being scared shitless when my men first found your little group, you never fully submitted or lost your fight. You marched right into the Sanctuary like you were gonna own the whole fucking place, or at least own the kitchen, which you did in a ridiculously short amount of fucking time, I might add. I felt like a fool for asking you to be another wife and expecting you’d be happy just sitting around looking pretty.”

You gave a haughty grin, but let him continue, knowing that confessions such as this were few and far between with Negan. And you were going to soak in every affectionate word like a desert does the rain, because as much as the actions and nonverbals fed your heart, his words were what now fed your soul. 

“I knew you’d be trouble the the first time I walked in the kitchen to check on things and you refused to fucking kneel with the others, staring me down in a way that said you were demanding to be treated at my equal, and just daring me to try and fucking do something about it. It was that same daring each time we were alone that drew me in like fucking catnip, and while the smart thing would’ve been to stay away, when I found you out in the fucking woods about to be walker chow and totally going against my orders, it gave me the perfect opportunity to force you closer. I knew I should stop sending for you, stop finding reasons to visit the kitchen or order you to bring me trays, but damn doll, you were too fucking exciting to walk away from.

“The day you beat me at chess, you were so fucking proud of yourself, and I realized that instead of being pissed, I was proud of you too. I knew I had a spitfire on my hands, and damn if that didn’t make my dick hard.” His voice lowered a bit, so that you held your breath in order not to miss a single word. “But it wasn’t until that first outing together in the woods, when you killed that walker and saved my fucking hide, that I realized I was done for. That I might as well throw down my crown because the king had been captured, and the game was over.”

You thought back to that day, to the kiss and the look in his eyes afterward. Had you known back then? Possibly, but you never would’ve admitted it to yourself, not at that point. You felt a lump start to form in your throat, eyes blinking rapidly in an effort not to tear up. And you would have succeeded, damn it, if not for his next words.

“I tried to fight it, to fight you. Hell I almost got you fucking killed by chasing you out of here, and all because of my own fucking stubborn pride. I’d never hated myself as much as I did in that moment, when we found you lying injured in the fucking woods. I’ve loved and lost, more than any man should, but...the thought of losing you was what almost ruined me.”

Tears trickled down your cheeks in cool rivulets. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you whispered. Hell, if you had known all of this a bit earlier, maybe you wouldn’t have hesitated to talk things out. Wouldn’t have held back as much as you did. 

Giving a self-deprecating smile, he said, “Because I’m a fucking idiot. But also because every time I considered it, you’d fucking pull away. I would’ve claimed you publicly as mine weeks ago, but you about had a god damn heart attack anytime there was a chance someone might see us getting fucking cozy together. I could practically hear the fears and doubts whirring around in your head the last few days, so I took the coward’s way out and tried to halt those thoughts by repeatedly fucking you any chance I got, until you were too exhausted to overthink.” 

He had meant the words to make you laugh, but instead you suddenly felt overwhelmed. Your stupid eyes wouldn’t stop watering, and if you weren’t careful your nose would start clogging up too. You had always been jealous as hell of women who could cry prettily, because you definitely weren’t one of them. 

You tried to school your features, tried to put on at least a thin mask of “I’m fine, totally fine” but more tears followed by a hiccuped sob escaping your lips said otherwise. You unwrapped your arms from his neck in order to press a hand to your mouth in an effort to try and stifle the emotions leaking out. 

“No,” he said, stern enough to jolt you out of the overanalyzing spiral your brain wanted to jump down. 

Pulling your hand away from your mouth with a gentle but firm grip, he clasped it between his own hands. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” you asked. 

Lifting one hand, he used his thumb to brush away the tear sitting stubbornly on the middle of your cheek. “Don’t do what you did last time. Don’t hide from me again.” 

Sighing, you nodded in agreement. “Fine, but it would be nice if one of these times it was you crying and not me.” 

Humor was a mask of its own, one both of you used to cover up emotions. However, since you were standing there with red-rimmed eyes and he had just verbally confessed his emotions more in the last few minutes than he probably had during the rest of the apocalypse combined, you both deserved a bit of humor. 

“The day that happens, I might as well just chop off my dick and fucking hand that over as well,” he joked back, causing you to smile and shove at him playfully. 

Giving an exasperated sigh, you said “I can’t believe I’ve been so dumb about all of this, thinking...well, assuming totally incorrect things. Guess that’s what I get for not trying to just talk it out.” 

He gave you a mock-stern expression and said, “Well, then let this be a fucking lesson.” He used two fingers to point at your eyes and then at his own, and back to yours. “Partners, remember.”

God, you loved the way that word rolled off his tongue. It was exactly what you had always secretly hoped to find with a man: an equal partnership. Sure, Negan was still the leader of the Sanctuary and had the role of badass motherfucker to uphold, but at the heart of things you stood on equal ground, and your thoughts and feelings and opinions mattered just as much as his own. Not to mention, you would dare him to deny that you were the leader of the kitchen staff. And hey, there was a lot of power in being the one in charge of making sure the entire community was fed. And the fact that he didn’t want to take any of that away from you, that he was proud of your accomplishments, made you fall for him even more. 

“Partners,” you agreed with a nod, running a hand up over his chest. Fingers traced his strong, masculine features before running up into his hair to map the streaks of salt among the pepper. 

Eyes brightening with desire, he stared with laser focus down at your mouth, his nostrils flaring as he watched your teeth subconsciously nibble on your lower lip as you took in this handsome man who was yours. All yours. Seeing the intent in his gaze and knowing where this was about to go by the sudden tensing of his muscles for action, you pressed your other hand against his chest lightly and said, “Wait, one more thing. I have a request.”

“Name it,” he said without hesitation.

“Um...this might seem a bit random, but is there any way you could bump Simon up to having a single room?” When Negan looked at you in slight bewilderment, you continued, “That way Ben can visit whenever he wants.”

His brows lowered, and you were afraid he was going to dismiss the issue as not important, so you pressed on. “In all honesty, it was Ben’s insistence that I be honest and talk things out with you that helped push me to say what I did tonight. I kinda owe him.”

The unspoken words were that Negan kinda owed him too, and his scowl said that he heard them loud and clear. With a slight huff, he grumbled, “I’ll see what I can fucking do.”

Giving a wide smile, you stood up on tiptoe and planted a very grateful kiss on his lips, with tongue included. Pulling back a bit, you whispered against his mouth, “I’d love to see what you can fucking do.”

At that, he scooped you up into his arms with a growl and strode into the bedroom, where he then proceeded to spend a good portion of the night showing you just how thoroughly captured the king really was.

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Extra Author’s Note: Holy crap, was I nervous af to post this chapter. I feel like so much has been building to this conversation between You and Negan, and I wasn’t sure how readers were going to feel about it. I know some people were expecting more drama and angst, especially since this is about the time that romance novels usually throw in the so-called “third act conflict”. However, I personally find it pretty annoying when that conflict is some form of unneeded miscommunication or lack of communication, followed by the characters being apart for a period of time and then coming back together in one grand gesture before bam, an abrupt ending where you’re to expect them to live happily ever after with no more issues. 

Instead, I had You and Negan do that earlier in the fic, with the “Confrontation” chapter where they royally fucked up and had to stumble their way back together, followed later by the pregnancy test argument where they started to fuck up but then both broke their unhealthy fight cycle (You did this by walking away and Negan did it by going after her and deciding to actually listen). And now, with this chapter I wanted to showcase their growth and how they’ve learned enough from past mistakes to move forward. Some people might see this chapter as too fluffy, but I saw it as a way to show two grown ass adults finally laying down their emotional shields and communicating in an open and healthy manner. At this point, I thought Negan and You deserved that, and I hope y’all agree. 

Whether you loved it, hated it, didn’t care, all of the above, etc, please feel free to let me know. I’m so so curious to hear what people thought of this chapter, and if what I was hoping to showcase came across in a satisfying way. Thanks for reading! I’ll be back with more updates after Camp Nano! <3

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First time

Kinktober day 15 - Virginity kink

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Note - So anon asked for step dad Steve and I can't do that to Steve. This started out as step dad ransom but then me being me couldn't go through with it🤦‍♀️ so he's supposed to be your stepmoms husband which still makes him your step dad, I think.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Warnings - 18+ONLY! smut(m/f), dub conish, painful sex, unprotected sex, implied age gap, loss of virginity, bloodplay.

Pairing - Step dad!Ransom Drysdale x reader

Word count - 2.3k

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“Oh! Don’t act like you care. I can tell you wouldn’t give a shit if I left for an entire year. I’m not one of your barely legal bimbos you can manipulate however you like,” Karen ranted on and on to Ransom. You didn’t know what they were fighting about today - you didn’t care to find out either.

“God! Would you fucking give me a break? All you do is yap your trap all day long,” he snapped at her.

You looked at the main door, to leave your house you would have to go through the hallway where both of them were having their ‘lively' discussion, which you had no intentions to be a part of.

Karen gave him a deadly glare - which literally gave you chills even though you weren’t on the receiving end of it.

She walked closer to him, until she was only inches away from his face, “For your own good,” wrapping her palm around his chiselled jaw “don’t forget your place. You do not curse at me or yell at me.”

He didn’t say anything back, simply holding her unwavering glare.

She looked at the stairs, her face instantly lighting up into a faux smile upon seeing you. “Darling, what are you doing there? Come here,” she said extending an arm to you. You walked down to her, she engulfed you into a hug, soothing a hand over your head, “Mommy has to go away for a while, to Paris for fashion week. I know that’s not something you’d be interested in.”

You shook your head. No, those events were a bit too stuffy for you. You dared to sneak a glance at Ransom, he was fuming. His jaw clenched hard, his face and neck flushed as he heaved. You weren’t sure if that rage was directed towards you or your stepmother.

“Fuck this shit,” he spit before leaving and slamming the door behind him. You cringed at the loud noise it made. You were relieved that he was gone, given what he had done in his impulsivity and rage, you didn’t want to be around him when he was that angry.

“Well?” Karen’s question snapped you out of your thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“You better not be going to meet that Jack or John or whatever.”

“His names Jeremy, Karen, and I really like him. If you got to know him - ”

“I don’t need to know him. He does not bring anything to the table. He doesn’t even deserve to breathe in the same air as you.”

“A rich guy can treat me badly too. I don’t know why you think I can’t be happy with a normal person.” you shook your head. She of all people should not be questioning your taste in men.

“His fathers a fucking high school teacher, honey,” she scoffed. “No, I won’t have you dating a nobody.”

“Well, Ransoms a friggin' murderer!” you screamed. “What kind of man conspires to kill his own grandfather?!”

She had married him just months after he was declared 'not guilty' of not one, but TWO murders. Although, everyone knew that he definitely did it.

You begged her not to marry him. But she seemed to be completely smitten with him, besides she had never really valued your opinion or seen you as an adult.

“Say what you will about Ransom. But he has the name - he’s a Thrombey, he comes from old money. As annoying as he can be - he’s not hideous to look at either, I suppose.”

That was the only thing you might be inclined to agree with. You hated that some part of you was attracted to him. Even though, he was a terrible person. He treated ‘the help', the people who raised you and cared for you as if they were beneath him.

He treated Karen like shit - which she may deserve, you knew of her affairs and the one French boyfriend she was visiting under the guise of business.

He was however, completely indifferent to you. He never got in your way, sometimes you could feel his eyes on you, following every move you made. Sometimes you wondered... if maybe... some part of him found you attractive as well.

You knew you weren’t much to look at, especially compared to your stepmother, but then why else would he be staring so much?

Was he plotting to OFF you as well? To get you out of his way. You’d be inheriting most of your late fathers estate.

***

You closed the door behind you, as quietly as you could so as not to wake anyone. You got home a little later than midnight. You weren’t used to staying out that long but it was one of your best friends birthday.

“What were you doing out so late?” You yelped as you heard his voice.

“Ransom! Oh my gosh, you scared me,” you tried to catch your breathe.

“It’s after twelve. Who were you out with?” he raised a brow. “And what the hell are you wearing?”

“Huh?” you looked down at your bodycon dress. You weren’t used to wearing clothes that tight but this one just seemed so pretty and perfect to capture Jeremy’s attention. “It’s Karen’s design,” you shrugged. It was provocative but classy and respectable which was your stepmothers brand.

“What kind of message do you think you’re sending dressing like that? If you want to be the talk of the town - ”

“Ransom, oh my god! It’s just a dress and I’m - I’m a virgin!” you confessed. It wasn’t something you were ashamed of - why would you be?

“What?” his eyes widened and his mouth gaped.

He had known you were a pretty little thing since the moment he met you. So shy and demure and pure. Of course you’d be a virgin. Like a perfect present waiting to be unwrapped.

You almost smiled at that. Stunning Ransom like that made you feel smug for some reason. “Yeah. I’m saving myself for the right guy.” you replied in a small voice, averting his gaze and looking at the carpet.

He took two long strides and walked over to you, before you knew it he had a firm grasp on your waist, pulling you against his hard chest. “And what’s the right guy like, sweetheart?”

“Someone - uh,” your brain blanked, having him that close to you, feeling his warm breath on your face almost made you black out.

He bent his neck till he was closer to your ear, “Well, don’t lose it to Jeremy or whatever. He won’t even know what to do with a sweet thing like you.”

You gasped, trying to push him away but his stance was unrelenting. “That is so inappropriate, Ransom! You’re married!”

He grabbed at your failing wrists, pinning them behind your back, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. Karen and I have an arrangement. You ever been kissed before?” he asked, his tongue peaking out to kick his plump lips.

“Wh - ” you swallowed a heavy lump of air, looking away from him, “No,” tears streaming down your face.

He chuckled, licking a firm stripe up your cheek, moaning at the taste of your tears. “We’ll fix that tonight, princess.”

You shuddered in his hold, it finally hit you. He intended to have his way with you. “Karen!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

“She’s not home, sweetheart,” he smirked, pushing his knee between your legs, “I thought you wanted this? I heard you saying my name while touching yourself. I’ll do better than your little fingers ever could,” he grinded his knee against your core.

You whimpered, scared out of your mind for your life and ashamed. Ashamed of being caught, of being aroused and getting more and more wetter. Your hips rolling against his knee to seek more friction.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth till it hurt and then releasing it with a pop. “If you keep being good and take what I give you - I’ll make you feel good too.” He held on to your forearm, dragging you up the stairs towards his room.

“No, no... not in your room. In mine, please,” you whimpered, his nails digging in the flesh of your arm. They might have an 'arrangement' but you doubted Karen would appreciate you doing the deed in her bed.

“Fine with me,” he dragged you along, locking your door behind him as he pushed you down on your mattress.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head, quickly discarding all his clothes. You couldn’t help but shamelessly ogle him. His broad shoulders, defined chest and abs. He was bigger than any boy you knew. Your jaw dropped at the size of his cock, slapping against his abdomen when he pulled down his boxers.

“Like what you see, princess?” he smirked.

Hovering over you, his hands tearing your dress apart, you feebly tried to stop him, “That was expensive, Ransom!”

“I can just buy you another one,” he winked, rolling your panties down your legs.

You rolled your eyes. Yeah, with my own money.

Your arms flew up to your naked chest and mound, to cover up and save your modesty.

He growled, pulling them away and pressing them on the mattress above you. “These better fucking stay here all night, understood?”

You were too afraid to do anything but nod.

“Never popped anyone’s cherry before... this should be interesting,” he snaked a hand between your bodies, pinching your clit causing you to jerk away from him.

He didn't bother fingering you or preparing you, he knew you'd be tighter without it - he had about enough of foreplay anyway.

“Please, be gentle,” you requested, looking up at him through your doe eyes, pleading him - you had never felt so utterly helpless.

He cruelly laughed at your misery, his lips curled up in a devilish smirk, “I don't do gentle, kitten. You'll take what I fucking give you - ” he growled positioning himself between your legs, brushing his leaking tip over your chaste, untouched folds “and then thank me for it. Like the slut you are.”

You couldn't even begin to grasp or point out the logical fallacy of a virgin slut as his cock plunged into your heat, piercing through your virginity, splitting you in half.

Your back arched off the bed, you slapped your hands over your mouth to keep from screaming. It was painful, that was all you felt - pain. As he held onto your waist, his fingers digging in your flesh, his hips pulling out and then driving into you with an unrelenting pace.

You could not stop crying, or twisting your head from side to side. Knowing it was all you could do - he wouldn’t stop - no matter how much you pleaded. You weren’t sure you wanted him to stop.

He pressed a few kisses and nips to the crook of your neck, sucking on a spot as you held back a moan.

He propped himself up on his elbows to look down at you, your eyes and nose swollen, your make up running down your face - you looked more beautiful than you ever had before.

“You look so pretty when you cry, kitten,” he cooed, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

He kept driving his cock into you, searching for that special spot as you kept mewling under him.

His heart swelled with pride, nobody’s ever fucked you before, he’s the first man that’s ever seen you naked or to be inside you.

“Do you want me to stop?” he stilled his hips, “Just say the word then.” He knew you wouldn’t.

You sniffled, shaking your head, “No, keep going, please.”

His lips curled up in a grin, taking some kind of twisted pleasure in your misery, “You’re something else, kitten.”

“Oh,” you closed your eyes, your toes curling, your legs holding onto his waist as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you.

Ransom leaned over you when he felt your heat convulsing around him, pulling your earlobe between his teeth, “This is the tightest little cunt I’ve ever fucked,” he grunted, driving each word home with a powerful thrust. “You like that, kitten?”

All you could do was nod, the pain was well as much more subdued now but you were still sore and exhausted. “Yes, I like it.”

“We’re going to do this every night from now on.”

He pulled out fisting his cock over you - he wasn’t going to impregnate his newest plaything - his white, hot spend painting your stomach and titts.

Your fingers swirled the sticky substance around on your skin, you were curious to see what it tasted like. You clenched your legs shut, your pussy still tingly. This was not how you planned your first time to go but you had no regrets.

You knew you were absolutely wrong to think so but being desired by Ransom gave you a strange kind of pride.

You gasped when you heard a click, sitting up on your elbows you looked at Ransom clicking pictures of your pussy with his phone.

“Wh - what’re you doing?” you tried to close your legs but he kept a firm hand on your knee.

“Just need a souvenir,” he responded, taking some more of his cum on your body and then putting his phone in his pocket. He swirled a finger around the blood on your inner thigh, bringing it up to paint the crimson on your mouth, “Go clean yourself up. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

You smiled as he kissed you, “Okay, Ransom.”

Even with your pussy freshly fucked - you couldn’t wait for his next visit.

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