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[spoocys-glade-of-dreams]

{ Starter for @0fbakerstreet }

*The limbless man was aware that Basil of Baker Street was a talking mouse, but this was nothing strange to Rayman. He knew that Basil was a detective worth his salt and he was in need of his aide. He had just hoped that the mouse would not be intimidated by his size or his strange features.

*He knocked on the door, trying his best to not bang it to hard. When the door was answered, the limbless appeared very worried about something*

"H-hello. I'm looking for Detective Basil of Baker street...? I am in need of some help. My daughter has gone missing while we were sightseeing together here in London. I was told that Basil might be able to help me.

She's not the type to just wander off too far without me being there. I'm worried that something may have happened to her. Where I am from, a lot of bad people want to harm her."

[mattybsgroupie]

tape | matt sturniolo

contents: cursing, fighting; established relationship; oral (m receiving); spanking (f receiving); degradation; p in v; creampie; use of “y/n”; dom!matt

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notes: posting this and another one later this week in celebration of almost 600 followers. so thankful for this community and for every single person that enjoys my writing (but if one gets more likes than the other im KILLING MYSELF) <3 not proofread blablabla hope you enjoy i love y’all so so much

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“y/n!” matt slammed the door shut, loud voice taking over the kitchen, where i was peacefully sitting. “are you fucking dumb?!” he hissed at me, throwing his phone on the table.

“wow, chill” i said, frowning my eyebrows, confused look in my face. “what are you talking about?”

“what did you do with our camera’s flashcard?” matt crossed his arms, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. my mouth hung open, but no words came out of it. matt looked so angry, and i knew i had cause us trouble. as i kept searching on my mind, he screamed once again “fucking tell me!”

“i don’t fucking know!” i hissed back at him, throwing my hands in the air. “i changed it the last time, i told you we were out of memory but i don’t remember where i put the other one!”

“oh you don’t?” he narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to me and removing a tiny object from his pocket. he showed me the flashcard, holding it with his thumb and index right at my face. “what about leaving it on this fucking table next to nick’s work stuff?”

my eyes widened. “matt i-i’m so sorry, fuck” i stuttered, realizing what i had done.

“you’re sorry now? after nick saw everything? we have so much shit here y/n, for christ’s sake!” matt kept holding the memory card, free hand running through his hair as he tried to calm himself down. “he saw your naked pictures, he saw mine! there are compromising videos in here y/n, can you imagine if he had uploaded any of them by mistake?”

“matt, please” i got up, walking closer to matt and resting my hand on his chest. “babe, i didn’t mean it, i’m really fucking sorry.” he looked away, scratching his freshly shaved beard.

“sometimes i think you’re asking for it, you know?” he said grabbing my wrist. “you fucking want our pics to get leaked, so that way everyone can know how much of a slut you are”. matt finished, pulling me to his room as he walked, grip in my skin getting stronger.

he slammed the door once again and pushed me on his bed, my breath turning heavy from his sudden change of behavior. matt went next to his computer, grabbing our camera. it was one of the first cameras the boys ever used to record their youtube videos, and nick gifted it matt after they changed to a new, more modern equipment. matt opened the video screen and turned it on, green light signaling he had started recording.

“take your shorts off” he demanded and i knew i could no longer run from my punishment. i kept sitting, slowly removing the cloth down my legs, kicking it away with my foot. i was wearing pink panties and a t-shirt i borrowed from him, not looking my best.

“you wanted this so bad, didn't you?” he asked, positioning the camera on the nightstand. matt sat next to me, but only to pull my legs over him. he turned me over, my belly now resting on his thighs and my head falling down, only my left arm resting on the mattress. i opened my mouth in disbelief, my calves trying to move away from him somehow.

“what are you doing?” i asked, trying to at least get a bit more comfortable in that position.

“giving you what you wanted” matt said, his arm locking my legs together while the other one held me by my breasts - at least my head wouldn’t be spinning. one of his cold hands smacked my ass, the sudden contact making me choke on a moan. i could feel matt’s grin growing wide as he palmed my skin, preparing me for another slap.

“fuck!” i groaned as the burning sensation started. i knew matt didn’t actually want to hurt me, he rubbed my butt after each smack, soothing the tingles i felt as my blood started to run faster.

“matt- please” i tried to speak, but another spank interrupted me. “behave, yeah?” matt whispered in my ear and pointed to the camera. “everyone’s gonna see how much of a fucking slut you are. can’t even take a punishment, right?” he teased, long fingers now travelling between my buttcheeks, brushing lightly over my panties. matt pressed his digits harder over my cunt, feeling the wetness there “soaked already?”

i looked away, trying to cover my embarrassment with my hands - it was humiliating, my ass in the air being spanked by matt after a mistake i didn’t even mean to make. “you’re fucking embarassed? can you imagine how i was after nick gave this to me? my brother saw everything, your dirty whore” he didn’t stop the slaps, and i couldn’t stop whimpering as his hand kept on marking my skin.

“ah!” i cried once more, until he two other spanks were enough. matt gave a kiss on each of my senstive buttcheeks and tossed me out of his lap, getting up and standing in front of me. he grabbed the camera once again, turning the screen so that only him could see what he was filming. my face was burning red and i was already exhausted. matt looked at me, rising his eyebrows, wide grin on his face.

“come on” he said, zooming the lenses on me. “you’re gonna look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock”.

i gulped, quickly nodding and moving my hands to his belt. i had barely unbuckled it, but i could feel matthew’s impatience growing. i pulled matt’s pants down along with his underwear, revealing his hardened dick. matt moved the camera to show off his own length, eager for me to touch him, even when he was the one in charge.

i wrapped my fingers around his shaft, veins pulsing in my palm. i brought my mouth closer to his tip, lips wrapping around the sensitive area as i received a groan in response, matt finally getting some relief to his aching cock. i couldn’t fit him entirely - matt was huge - so both of my hands started pumping the missing part as i moved my head down.

i heard matt chuckling, delighted with the view of my teary eyes begging for him. he started to slowly move his hips forward, trying to thrust his leaking dick inside of my throat. one of his hands went to my hair, already messy and tangled, in order to set my pace as he pleased.

i mumbled on his cock, asking if i could please, please, please, take a breath. of course, no words came out, my muffled voice only sent vibrations and warmth to his length which made him push his cock forward in my mouth, making me gag.

i could feel the saliva running down the sides of my lips when i softly tapped matt’s thigh and he slowly removed his cock, realizing he might have been a little too rough. i coughed, catching my breath as he pouted at me, faux sympathy showing by the lust in his eyes.

“can’t you take anything?” he asked, tugging the hem of my - his - shirt. “you cry when i spank you, you can’t even blow me properly… weren’t you supposed to act like a good slut?” matt said, helping me remove the white cloth, exposing my breasts. my nipples had been poking through the shirt from a long while, but only now matt decided to zoom in on my nubs. i caught him licking his lips as i positioned myself further on the bed, showing off my body to him. my fingers around as his followed from my neck to my collarbones and down to my tits as i teased my hardened nipples with my own digits.

“so pretty” matt whispered so low i wouldn’t have heard it if i wasn’t paying attention to his lips. “on fours” he said in a serious tone, making my pussy clench.

i turned my body over, standing on my elbows and knees, sticking my ass out as he placed himself on the bed with his knees behind me. matt’s cold fingers touched the waistband of my panties, slowly pulling it down my legs as he filmed everything.

he grabbed his own cock and pumped a few times, spreading the pre-cum along his length before dragging his dick between my buttcheeks and moving it down my cunt, lazily rubbing my folds, not really trying to fuck me. after teasing me a bit more, matt quickly put the camera back on his nightstand, now filming both of us.

matt placed his digits on my entrance, pressing my wet hole with two fingers. he slowly started to push in, but didn’t go all the way, pulling out when he saw me biting my own lips. i whined in protest - i needed him to fill me up. “fucking shut up” he spoke in a lighter mood than in the beginning of the night, showing that he was now just as needy as me.

his hands rested on my hips, holding it tight as he gradually buried himself inside of me. his pre-cum and all of my juices made it easier for matt to slide in, quickly stretching my walls and not giving me time to adjust to his size before pounding into me. “gosh- matt!” i moaned, throwing my head back as my cunt throbbed.

“always so tight for me” he said, hovering his body over mine. his chest was almost glued to my back, one of matt’s hands holding my jaw so he could kiss me. “who owns that pretty cunt, huh?” matt asked, my mouth hanging open as i could no longer stop my gruntings “y-you! ah-”.

“my fucking slut” he kept on talking while jointing his hips forward, cock finally hitting my spot. “only mine”.

“yes matt, fuck!” i pleaded, feeling my cunt clench its own walls against his dick. “i’m gonna cum, please!”

“don’t you fucking dare coming before me” matt said as his thrusts turned sloppier, trying to reach his orgasm. “f-fuck, taking me so well” he groaned loudly, palm once again meeting my ass as he slapped my skin. suddenly, i felt matt’s release filling me up completely, his sticky spurt leaking down my thighs as he finally allowed me to cum as well. my whole body trembled as my orgasm washed over me, my chest panting heavily, letting my head fall on the mattress.

matt slowly pulled out of me, lying down by my side as he came back from his high.

“are you okay?” matt asked, his hand resting on my back while i still recovered. “was i too rough?” he caressed my skin and i could feel the concern in his voice starting to show as i didn’t say anything in response.

“i’m never” i started, still out of breath. “losing the fucking card again”. i heard matt chuckle as he moved his other arm further, trying to reach the nightstand. he grabbed the camera and placed it next to my face. “say hi, pretty”

“hi pretty” i joked, matt giggling before turning the lenses to himself and winking to the video, pressing the finish button and closing the video screen. “and yes, babe. i’m okay” i assured him. “im sorry for being irresponsible and-“ he cut me off with a kiss. as he pressed his lips against mine, i realized he was no longer mad at me, and i could finally let myself relax.

“by the way” he spoke, throwing the camera on his side of the bed “you can leak this one” i giggled, hugging him, both of us acknowledging we could never - ever - lose this flash card again.

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[hellfire-state-of-mind]

i'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands)

pairing: Pero Tovar x fem!reader

rating: E for Explicit

word count: 2.2k

warnings: 18+ content, fingering/hand job, unprotected piv, creampie, praise kink, brief talk of injury/treatment (reader gives him stitches), reader has no physical description besides breasts and feminine clothing, Tovar is able to lift reader

a/n: my submission for @iamasaddie's kinky may challenge! i was given the honor of writing Tovar with a praise kink 😤 i haven't written smut in a long time so please be gentle 🥲 extra special shoutouts to @frannyzooey and @joelscruff for hyping me up with the snippets i shared with them. feedback is always welcome, i was equal parts excited and scared to write this so i'd love to hear what y'all think 🙂

Tovar squirms again, making your hand slip and press harder on the wet rag you’re using to clean the sizeable gash along his right collarbone. He hisses slightly through his teeth before glancing down at you. You glare at him and huff once more.

“I told you to stop moving.”

Before he can respond, you hike up your skirt with your free hand and straddle his thighs. Tovar freezes completely upon your sudden movement, gripping the bench now supporting the both of you, his brows raised as you lock eyes.

“Now, hold still.”

You twist to the table next to you and pick up a sewing needle and thread, taking a moment to hold the needle in the flame of a lit candle to sterilize it before threading the eye. You don’t ask if he’s ready before beginning to stitch the wound.

Your stitches are slow but precise in the low candlelight. When you finish, you lean forward slightly to cut the thread with your teeth and secure the ends. It’s only when you pull away to set aside your tools that you notice Tovar’s breathing, or rather the lack of. He’s completely still as a statue, focused on a vague point off in the distance behind you.

“Did it really hurt that much?” You maneuver to try and catch his eyes but he veers away. You teasingly brush your fingertips down his muscular bicep. “I thought a big, tough mercenary like you could handle more than a few stitches without a fuss.”

Tovar clears his throat and his voice comes out lightly strained and breathy. “It is…not my wound that is the trouble.”

He shifts uncomfortably beneath you and you feel it. His full erection is pressed against your bare inner thigh. You can feel his weight and warmth just as he can feel yours. You bite back a smirk when he passes you a guilty glance.

“Forgive me, my dear. It has been a long time since I’ve felt a woman’s touch.”

You pause to consider your next move. You can’t deny your own attraction to the man, and you’ve been experiencing an extended dry spell of your own. It’s a miracle your own arousal hasn’t found its way to the front of his trousers where you’re still perched. Who knows how long he’ll stay here at the Wall? Who knows if he’ll even live to see another moonrise? What’s the harm in a little release?

You smirk and look up at him through your eyelashes. “Allow me to relieve your pain, then.”

You slide back on his thighs far enough to reach between the two of you and unfasten his pants. He grips your wrists with one thick, massive hand to stop you from going further.

“I cannot ask you to do that.” His voice and eyes are stern, intent on not crossing any unwanted boundaries.

You look back at him with sincerity. “You’re not asking me. I want to.”

“Querida-”

“No one ordered me to tend to your wound. I came because I wanted to. I wanted to help you,” you gently pry your hands from his grasp, “and I’m not leaving until I’ve finished helping you.”

Tovar’s expression is difficult to read. You can see the turmoil behind his eyes, so you try to make the decision easier for him. Shifting closer once more, you take his hand and guide it between your own legs. The corner of your mouth twitches up as his pupils dilate upon coming in contact with your soft, damp hairs. You press him further into your wetness, cupped fully in the palm of his hand now, and he breathes in sharply.

“If you truly want me to go-”

“No.” Tovar cuts you off quietly. You smile in satisfaction when you remove your hand but his does not budge. “But I will not indulge in what is not offered.”

Striking your final blow, you undo the strings closing the top of your tunic, shrugging the shoulders off and letting it fall around your waist. Your breasts are exposed, nipples peaking in the cool night air from the window beside you. Tovar’s eyes are ablaze now as he takes you in, using every last bit of his willpower to resist until you give the word.

“Is this offering enough?”

The breath is stolen straight from your lungs as Tovar plunges one thick finger inside you up to the knuckle, his other hand smoothing up your bare thigh to your ass cheek and grasping it. He tugs you close so your tits are pressed to his solid chest as he slowly pumps in and out of you.

Your hands fly to his shoulders to steady yourself, but you move them away just as quickly when you put pressure on his fresh stitches. Tovar only grunts softly, otherwise not acknowledging the slip. You instead find a handhold along his ribs, gripping him tightly as warmth begins to spread up into your belly. He nuzzles his nose into your cheek, breathing deep and focused as he eases a second finger inside and increases his speed. You gasp at the foreign stretch and claw at his sides.

Tovar’s hips buck into you at the pinch, and you’re reminded of your initial mission. One hand slips past his waistband and settles on his hip. You bow your head and spit into the other before reaching down his front to grasp his length. The two of you groan simultaneously at the new sensation. You start pumping him, matching the pace of his fingers.

Your motions soon falter, though, as Tovar curls his fingers to press into your sweet spot. Your head falls to the side and rests on his, unable to stay up on its own as the wave of euphoria builds and threatens to crest. You fight to maintain your own strokes as Tovar chuckles from deep in his chest into your ear.

“You’re doing so good for me, querida. So soft and warm, so tight.” He cuts himself off with a stronger groan as your hand on his hip circles back to the top of his ass, while the one wrapped around his cock slides down to cup his balls as well. “I know you’re close. Don’t fight it, bonita. Give it to me.”

 The wave comes crashing over you with his encouragement. You mouth drops open as you make no attempt to smother your cries. Tovar flexes as your hips rut against him.

“Very good. Let it out, let me hear you.”

Tovar continues his movements until you’ve completely come down from your high, though it begins to build again almost as soon as it dissipates. Finally, he removes his fingers, making a soft pop as your walls try to suck him back inside. He raises them to his lips and generously sucks off all your release from them, never once breaking eye contact. You feel a fresh gush of arousal drip down your thigh at the sight. You quickly fumble to pull down his trousers and free his raging cock. Tovar tilts his hips, tugging them down to his mid-thighs, but grasps you by the waist before you can impale yourself on him.

“I need you to say it first, mi amor. I simply cannot take what is not freely given.”

“Then take me,” you huff impatiently.

Tovar loosens his grip enough for you to rise onto your knees, notching the weeping head of his cock at your entrance. You lock eyes with him and take a deep, steadying breath before sinking down. You cry out in both pain and pleasure, the stretch more intense than his fingers especially after so long without. Tovar moans along with you, letting out a pained shout of his own as you take him all the way inside, settling onto his lap once more.

You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his scent of sweat and a hint of gunpowder, your breath hot against his skin. You try rocking your hips to relieve some of the tension, but Tovar abruptly stands, slipping out but clutching you to him tightly. You whine at the loss, then gasp when you feel the coolness of the thin sheets adorning the simple bed in the opposite corner of the room.

Tovar settles above you, supporting most of his weight on his knees and forearms. His pelvis rests lightly between your spread legs, his hardness bobbing against your mound with every breath. The dark trail of hair leading up his abdomen tickles your stomach, and you take the opportunity to truly admire the specimen hovering above you. The rippling muscles in his back, littered with long-healed battle scars breaking up the smooth skin. His dark hair, cut short but curling slightly at the nape of his neck. You rake your fingers through it, pulling him close. Tovar rests his forehead against yours, lips parted, exchanging breath. His gaze is piercing but you feel yourself being pulled in rather than pushed away.

Tovar must feel the same as he leans down just enough that your lips brush, but not seal together. You whimper his name on the verge of desperation and he closes the gap. He immediately takes charge, his tongue invading your mouth, feeling and tasting every crevice. You buck into him once again and he rips away from you, pinning your hips to the bed with one hand splayed across your lower belly.

You want to scream in frustration. “Tovar, please!”

“Shh, I know, mi amor. I know what you need. And you’ve been so good for me, I promise I will give it to you.” He moves his hand away and guides his tip back inside, pressing in slowly until his hips are flush with yours. The two of you groan in sync again and you wrap your legs around him, locking him in. “But we must go slow. I would hate to finish too quickly and bring an end to such pleasure that has only just begun.”

With this, he captures your lips with his own once more. You two stay locked like this for a while, savoring each other’s taste and touch. Tovar’s hands explore your body as you did his, tracing bones and squeezing flesh. Only when you feel totally consumed by him does he retreat from you, leaving only his tip inside. Tilting your chin up to look at him, he sinks back in to the root. And again. And again. Your second high hits you without warning as he sets the perfect rhythm.

Tovar bites back a guttural moan as he feels you tighten around him. “Dios mio, mi amor. You’re taking me so well. I would stay just like this forever if I could, buried in this cunt.”

You feel as if you’re floating, evaporating into the air from his heat and force of his thrusts. Your pleasure reaches new heights as he cups the back of your knee and pushes it up to your chest, welcoming him impossibly deeper. Tovar’s intense gaze remains on your face as he fucks you, committing every sound and expression of bliss to his memory.

You feel the wave cresting again just as his hips begin to stutter but never lose their force. You try to call out his name, a warning of your impending release, but you only manage pleading cries of “please.”

He understands immediately, snaking his other arm underneath you and up to your shoulder, pulling you against him as he slams into you. His voice is just as desperate, strained from holding off his own release to wait for yours.

“That’s it, mi amor. Cum for me. Cum on my cock. I want it. I need it. I crave it.” His snarling in your ear tips the scales in your favors, sending you over the edge. Your legs tighten around him as your back arches off the mattress. Tovar takes one breast into his mouth, biting and sucking his mark onto you. He unlatches in time to smack his hips to yours once, twice, three more times. A roar erupts from him as his cock pulses, forcing out rope after rope of his cum to coat your walls, content to plant there and never escape.

He fills you to the brim, milky white droplets beginning to seep out from where your hole has sealed around him. When he’s finally spent, he lowers himself flush to you, arms curling around your back. The salty, heady scent of your activity surrounds the two of you as you each fight to regain your senses.

You card your fingers through his hair once more as Tovar turns his head to press his lips to your neck. Soft at first, then open and hungry, nipping at the skin to coax out another mark matching the one on your breast, tongue soothing the spot after each bite.

You hear his breath begin to deepen and slow, feel his heartbeat matching it. You know you shouldn’t allow yourself to fall asleep beneath him. But how could you rip yourself from his arms now?

As if sensing your thoughts, Tovar rests his head atop yours, gazing into your eyes once more, lids half-closed.

“Ay, mi amor. I have half a mind to steal you away with us. What kind of man would I be to leave behind such perfection?” He seals your lips together and, at the same time, your mind.

What’s the harm in being his forever?

[cosmal]

waitttt aerial writing poly!marauders?? omg. how about them looking after sick or injured reader I feel like that could be so cute!!!! they’re all worrywart bfs tbh

emergency contact

summary james gets called when you faint at work. and then sirius. then remus. you feel awful

content poly!marauders x fem!reader

note this was combined with another request. I accidentally deleted it I'm super sorry but it was a request for poly x fem!reader where the boys come to your work after fainting!

You feel really embarrassed sitting at the end of the bar, ice pack held to your head, mouth wrapped around the straw in your drink.

Your embarrassment turns to worry when you see James walking across the room. He’s rushing, hair a mess, mud tracked up his calves. He’s still in his rugby kit.

You turn your head to look at your colleague. “Ash, you told me you wouldn’t call anyone!” You’re not really upset, you feel like a bit of a nuisance.

“It’s procedure, Y/N. I’m sorry.” She doesn’t sound very sorry. You don’t blame her.

“Sweetheart,” he says when he reaches you. He’s frantic, soft about it, but still upset. “Are you okay? They told me you fainted.”

“I’m really sorry,” you say instead of a hello. You feel entirely stupid.

“What?” He grasps your shoulder and squeezes hard. “What are you sorry for, honey?”

“I feel bad,” you say quietly, voice a little thick. You screw your face up and your head tinges. A dull pain that radiates down into the back of your skull.

“Please, don’t.” He says. Firm with a hint of worry he’s trying to mask. If James cries you think you might too, and you really wouldn’t put it past him.

You drop the pack to the bar and take his hand, fingers damp with condensation that transfers to his palm. “I’m fine. Promise.”

“You bumped your head?” He uses his free hand to hold your face, careful where he has his fingers. His eyes track over your face to search for any harm. You’re blood-free, luckily, though there’s a red mark blooming up and into your hairline. Most likely to bruise.

“Yeah.” Your eyes flutter closed because you can’t help it.

“You’re not feeling drowsy?” comes James’s voice.

“No, feels nice,” you chuckle, a tiny huff of air. “Your hands are warm.”

You don’t expect it, but suddenly, you’re hearing Sirius’s worried voice come from the other side of the room. You crane your head around James' broad shoulders to see him, haloed by the light coming through the front door.

“Why is he here?” you mumble, feeling worse by the second. It comes out worse than it sounded in your head.

Apparently, he hears you. “He is here because James had to call him.” He hugs you almost immediately. Big, warm hands come around to cage you in against his chest. You hide the good side of your face into his neck and huff. “Do you not want me here?”

You pull back quickly and really regret it. Blinking back the hot, pinching pain in your face. “What? No, I’m just…ugh.”

Sirius pouts, then hums a sympathetic noise from the back of his throat. He keeps his hands on your shoulders. “It’s okay, honey. Don’t worry about it, yeah?”

You close your eyes and incline your head to lean it down on his ringed-up hand. Your cheek all smooshed up against him.

“Is she okay?” You hear him ask James. He hums a yes. “She’s not concussed?”

“She doesn’t think so,” he says.

“She is right here,” you mumble. You pull back from his chest and swing your legs over the chair.

"I'm sorry, lovely." He looks like he wants to hug you again. "You're okay? Had some water?"

You nod. "Just really wanna go home."

"All right, let's go, yeah?" James takes your elbow to help you off the stool, and Sirius steadies you by the shoulder. It's kind of adorable how gentle they're being with you. Soft hands and pinched brows. They both make a funny sound when you wobble a little.

James grabs your bag and throws it over his shoulder and you all leave.

"I'm sorry, Sirius," you say before you get to the door. "Were you at work? You won't get in trouble for leaving, will you?"

"No, it's okay. Don't worry about that." He smiles.

You will. You'll no doubt feel bad for the rest of the week.

You bump into Remus on your way out. He holds the door open for you. He looks like he's run up the block. "Rem, baby, they didn't call you too?" You're not sure why you hadn't expected it. If he wasn't here, he'd definitely feel horrible.

"Dove, you're okay?" he pants. He holds your face in his hands and you try not to cry. You're not sure if having them all here makes you feel better or worse. "God, I was so worried."

The first tear leaves a hot track down your cheek. You push yourself into Remus's chest instead of answering and wrap your hands around his waist. He crosses his arms over your back.

He moves you out of the way of the entrance and you scuffle along with him. Your tears are slow, dampening his shirt, catching the brunt of your upset. You don't make any horrible sounds, just quiet, sticky tears.

He encourages your face back with a firm, pinching hand. You blink back the end of your cries. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare everyone."

"Don't worry," he says, corners of his mouth trembling into a sad smile. "It's all good. As long as you're okay."

"I just," you take a stuttering breath, "just got really tired. I probably shouldn't have worked today."

Sirius kisses the end of your eyebrow, right across your temple. "You've been working a bit too much, I think."

"I didn't ruin anyone's day?" You sniffle way too sadly for anyone's opinion. Remus squeezes you closer with almost bruising fingertips.

"No, lovely," James says, sticky smile gracing his lips. "Don't worry about it, okay? We just wanted to be here for you. That's our job."

"Right," you say, voice catching at the end.

Sirius shucks your jacket on for you as the wind outside picks up. "Speaking of being here for you," he says. "Is James your emergency contact?"

"No, you all are," you tell him, a hint of laughter in your words.

"Right."

Then, you start actually laughing. "Was he the only one to pick up?"

"I think so," he joins in.

"What if it was serious?" Suddenly, you're teasing.

"It was serious!" Remus balks.

"You didn't answer the phone!"

Everyone goes quiet. You burst out into the biggest fit of giggles, smiling so widely it hurts. "I'm kidding!" you say, struggling to speak. "God, stop. Look at your faces! Stop - stop it, my head hurts."

James cages you in against his chest, stealing you from Remus. "My poor baby," he coos. "Oh, they're awful, awful boyfriends."

"Fuck off," Sirius grumbles. "Just cause you're always on your phone."

"Don't listen to them, honey." He's awful. "You comin' in my car?"

"If you stop being mean, then yeah."

"Yeah, you fuckin' tell him, Y/N." Comes Remus's grumpy voice.

[heretherebeturtles-comic]

Here There Be

(100% not official in any way! Just a fan having fun!)

The Summary would go here... if I had one! I am still writing it. Just know that trouble is stirring in New York City and our heroes are in the thick of it.

Age Rating: Teen - canon typical violence - minor blood & injury - mild swearing (they say shit)

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[suntoru]

playing with genshin men’s hair

summary: lol setting their silky locks on fire

⤷ feat: diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, xiao, kazuha kaedehara, bbg scaramouche, shikanoin heizou, tighnari, kaveh

a/n: ik i said angst… but i js couldn’t resist 😋 it will be coming soon tho

warnings: fluff, a bit of swearing, maybe some sussies tbh i don’t remember

─ ✰ DILUC might be reluctant to let you take care of his hair at first, but once he experiences it, he’s addicted. he absolutely loves the feeling of you gently tugging the tie that holds his hair after a long day. it feels as though the burdens that once weighed him down are being set free by you, releasing him from his darkness. the soft smile you give him as you inquire about his day makes the weight of his everyday tasks it all worth it. your fingers work precisely, making sure to never rip out a hair or damage it in any way. he feels like he’s almost in heaven when you massage his scalp and detangle it with the utmost care. he hasn’t experienced such gentleness and care in such a long time, for even a mansion gets lonely without someone to come back to. even though you know he could just ask one of his maids for a professional head massage, it makes your heart melt every time he shyly asks if it would trouble you too much for you to do it.

─ ✰ KAEYA thinks you’re so adorable like this. comfortably seated on his lap, legs loosely straddling him, he thinks he’s in heaven. your eyes crinkle in concentration, lips pursing together as you try your best to make kaeya’s hair look as good as possible. originally, he asked if you could help him to tie his hair in his signature ponytail, but it seems you have veered off course from your original mission. you stick your tongue out and squint as you try and tie kaeya’s pigtails evenly, slightly irritated that a strand was poking out and wasn’t fitting. he’s trying not to laugh at the funny faces you pull, only because you’d pout and sulk in a corner if he mentioned it. kaeya finds it so endearing that you’re trying the best you can to be so gentle, as if you apply too much pressure he’ll break and shatter into a million pieces. he’s studying every small change in your expression, entertaining himself in the midst of your little hairstyling session. when you pull back, much to your delight, kaeya’s even cuter in pigtails then you ever imagined. paired with your pink bows, it’s hard not to squeal over how soft he looks.

─ ✰ XIAO gives you the side eye the second you pull out the bright pink hello kitty hair clips from your bag, instantly dreading his decision to answer your call. not really he’d ditch teatime gossip with babagrill zhongli for u &lt;3 “you want me to do what?” as if the answer wasn’t already obvious 🙄 his cheeks turn just as pink as the hair clips, then he vanishes with a poof, gone as fast as he came. he’s just flustered, don’t worry, he’ll be back any minute! as you silently wait for his return, you secretly spell y/n’s on the back of the clip :) when he gets back, he’s hit with your barrage of attacks, (puppy dog eyes n pouts) and he ends up caving. while you’re clipping the hair out of his face, he refuses to make eye contact with you, eyes burning the floor in embarrassment. you’re really going to be the death of him though, when you start to coo at him. “awww, my cutie patootie pretty baby boy is so gorgeous!” he can’t take it and teleports again but bumps into ganyu and ventitty 💀 embarrassed, he teleports back to you n he refuses to tell you what happened 😞 you try and concentrate on xiao, but you just can when he looks so adorable it’s not your fault :((( the pink kitty clips accentuate his hair n when he pouts it’s just ☹️ what have u created

─ ✰ KAZUHA would never want to inconvenience you in any sort of way, but when you beg him so nicely, it would be meaner of him not to accept… right?? he absolutely relinquishes by the way your face lights up instantly at his yes, a giddy smile you can’t contain spreading across your face. pulling you toward him, he kneels on the ground so you can sit comfortably while doing his hair 🥹 adjusts his head too so you won’t have to strain your arms. (boyfriend material™) he hums the tune of your favourite songs to fill up the peaceful silence that surrounds your room. once you’re done tying his hair, you’re a little bit anxious for his reaction. he’d never judge you, no, but… his ponytail is breaking free in some parts, the hairtie is tangled in his hair, it’s tied too tight at the base, and you’re sure by the time the day ends, his head will be sore. overall, it’s not your best work, and you feel you’ve caused more trouble than help. “y’know kazu… maybe you should just do it yourself!” you reach to untie the scrunchie, but he gently grabs your wrist and assures you that it’s fine, he’ll love it either way. standing up, he smothers your face in kisses, making sure to express his appreciation. “thank you dove, it’s lovely. now let me repay the favour.”

─ ✰ SCARAMOUCHE “what is the point of this? it seems useless.” sprawled lazily across the couch with his head on your lap, oversized hat long forgotten as he stares up into your eyes. he expects to find your true motive, the thought of you betraying him screams inside of his head. but he finds nothing but love and reassurance, no anger or resentment in the window to your soul. in that moment, all his doubts disintegrate as he ever so slightly nuzzles his head further into your legs. nails dragging on his scalp, you gently scratch his head as you read the latest novel you’ve received from a friend. the feeling is warm, intimate, mundane. it’s new, but not rejected, and he finds himself enjoying it more than he’d admit. you appreciate the peaceful moment, but what’s a relationship without a little bit of teasing? “hmm? oh, you don’t like it? i’ll just stop then.” you raise your hand to move it off, but scaramouche’s reflexes are faster. he pushes your hand back onto his head, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. “idiot. i never said to stop.”

─ ✰ HEIZOU loves the attention he gets when you style his hair. both from you, and other people. what’s not to love about it? sure, he sacrifices some of his dignity walking around with elastic bands bunched up in the most randomness places, but can that really be measured to your happiness? the silent giggles and playful smiles you give him while sits patiently for you is absolutely everything. he basks in the fact that while you’re styling him, he’s all you’re focusing on, loving the care you provide for him. he especially loves it when you put headbands on him, the ones with cute designs :((( or when you use a claw clip to really show off that he’s taken, this little bitch gets so smug at the fact that you’re protective of him. even if all the other detectives tell him he looks goofy in it, or the citizens inazuma can’t peel their eyes off of him, he still keeps his head high and carefree personality intact. instead, he just laughs it all off, and takes it as jealousy. he thinks that they wish they had a gorgeous significant other who puts this much effort into him. after all, who cares about other people’s opinions when yours is the one that only really matters?

─ ✰ TIGHNARI is practically obsessed with the feeling of your hands carding through his hair, massaging his sensitive ears after a long day of patrolling. sometimes he gets overstimulated by all the noise, so it’s nice feeling your gentle fingers take away that pain. he talks to you about his latest discoveries and how he’s so close to unlocking the full potential of a certain plant. if you’re not paying close enough attention, you’ll miss the breathy sighs and contented mumbles he’ll make. unlike another fluffy eared boy, he won’t try and resist you if you touch his ears. he won’t explicitly tell you he likes it, but it’s quite obvious given the lack of protests he gives when you ask. you feign ignorance for his sake, just happy that you get to touch possibly the softest ears in all of sumeru :(( if you ask the any of the other rangers, tighnari wouldn’t ever let anyone touch his ears or tail, sassing them if they even tried to ask. but when you do it, you’re welcomed with open arms and endless cuddles. you’re just special 🫠 collei is super jealous

─ ✰ KAVEH certainly is something else. for the entire day, he’s followed you around the akademiya, accompanying you as you make your rounds. as much as you love seeing his pretty face, you’re certain that his motives aren’t that innocent as helping you out. choosing to keep quiet, you just continue on instead of making a big deal out of it. at the end of the day, you thank him for his help as his chest puffs up with pride. however, when you turn around to leave, his jaw drops. seriously? not even a thank you kiss or hug? not even the thing he wanted the most out of all? as you collect all of your things to leave, he starts to panic. “b-but y/n, aren’t you forgetting something?” he stutters. “oh, you’re right! thank you for reminding me!” you exclaim as he sighs in relief. he closes his eyes for a glorious head pat, but is instead disturbed of his bliss from the sound of your keys jingling. he visibly deflates, giving up on trying to receive your affection. “i’ll be off now. thank you kaveh!” patting his head and giving a peck to his cheek, you run off so you’ll get home before it turns dark. doing so, you miss seeing his previous downcast expression morphs into a lovesick everlasting smile.

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[a-b-riddle]

A Simple (Mis) Understanding Chapter One: Location, Location, Location

John

"MacTavish," It had been about three months since the 141 had returned from our last OP. It had been a rough one and, although, we had all come back alive, we didn't come back unscathed. And we all had to thank a pretty little IT 'expert' to thank for that. Stupid fucking Omega...

"Usually I'm the one calling you. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I threw back the amber colored liquor, finishing the last of my latest bottle. It seemed all I had in my free time was drinking myself into an early grave.

Good.

"Care for a hunting trip, Cap'n?" Johnny's tone was playful, which was almost always never a good sign. MacTavish could seek out trouble like a bloody bloodhound. 

"What d'ya have in mind?" I humored. I had come home to a sedentary life style. Any ideals I had about settling down, extinguished. I wasn't as young as I used to be, but I'm still too into the fight to retire now. So whatever Johnny had in mind, surely must be something worth at least entertaining.

"A pretty little flower." He says and I swear I can almost hear the see the smirk on his face. "Stands at about five foot three. Has a knack for stabbing a man in the back right after suckin' 'im dry."

Daisy.

"You got a lead then I take it?" I try to stifle the anger as I feel it beginning to bubble. Every Alpha instinct is telling me to track, hunt, kill. Before, every biological urge I had toward our flower was to protect, keep, and fuck until she forgot her own bloody name. Now, I wasn't so sure I could stand the sight of her long enough to get the answers I wanted-- needed-- before absolutely tearing her to fucking shreds. 

"Aye." He confirmed. "Wanted to see if you were up for it before I called the lads."

"How polite."

"You're still, Cap'n."   "And I know you had more..." There was a shift in his tone. Unease as he tried to find the words, but couldn't. He couldn't. None of us could. Because none of us could describe what had happened with Daisy. Betrayal is too gentle of a word, too short and modest of a word to describe what she had done to us; hell, me. Johnny cleared his throat. Clearly uncomfortable and wanting to retract the beginning of whatever statement he had intended on making.  "Join me to settle an old debt, ye?" 

I didn't need to think twice about Johnny's officer. An opportunity to finish what we started back in Austria. I didn't regret stopping Johnny as much as I did not getting the answers I needed before the little bitch disappeared like a damn thief in the night. Now was the chance. Not only revenge for what we had been through, but the betrayal she had put us through. Jeopardizing not only the 141, but the few loved ones we had. My mum, MacTavish's sisters, Garrick's entire fucking family and the little solace that Simon had. A peace of mind knowing if he wanted to start living again, he could. All of it was almost lost. 

"You got eyes on our-" No. She wasn't ours anymore. Not our girl. Not our flower. Sure as fuck never our Omega. "On her."

"I got an address." If he noticed my pause, he didn't say anything. For that I'm grateful. I can't be weak again because some of doe-eyed little Omega. One who whispered sweet lies about how good my knot felt and all the things she wanted in life. Things we-I- wanted.  "Had an old contact have her name pop up. Hen is too fucking dense to make sure to use an alias especially considering she stayed on our side of the pond."

Don't really plan on going home after this. Not really anything waiting for me back there except some student debt. She had hid the pain of having no family well, but, now after everything, nothing seemed genuine. Every kiss, every touch, every smile and laugh she had thrown my way was now tainted.

Now it was time to bury it all.

"I'll call Garrick." That was all the confirmation Johnny would get out of me. I didn't want to seem too eager to finally get my hands on her. I needed to be collected. Level headed. I was the Alpha. I was the one my team looked to for guidance. I had already failed them once. I damn sure wouldn't be doing it again. "I'll let you convince Riley to come along."

"Lettin' me call in the boogeyman?" Johnny was smiling again. Could fucking hear it in his voice. He was the one who had probably fallen the hardest for the little bitch. Indulging him in soft touches and soothing his temper. Probably the same reason he had put a barrel to her forehead the moment she had admitted to it.

I was going to tell you. She had tried to excuse her delay as if that were the issue. I just didn't know how to tell you. But can you blame me? Yes. We could. And we did. For the shitty last seven months. For the constant worry all of us had for having to pull our mind out of the mission to worry about what was going on back home.

Her tears didn't save her. Only until Laswell came in raising an absolute bloody stink. Claims of how the very audacity to potentially injure an Omega on her team could cost her career. Fuck her career.

"Send me the details." I pulled another bottle off the shelf. Promising myself it would be the last one I had until I finally pulled that weed of a woman out of existence. Killing her meant I could finally move on. Find someone, certainly not a fucking Omega, to settle down with. I could heal from the heartbreak I would never admit to. It would be the ending that we all needed.

"Will do Cap'n." Johnny didn't wait for my dismissal before he hung up. He was just as ready for a hunt as I was.

[snailmail444]

Alex x Reader 🙈

All Tied Up

18+ 💚 NSFW 💚 MDNI

Alex x Reader

It’s the way I have been absolutely possessed the past few days. I’ve been in a huge writing slump but then the new year hit and my brain just. Decided to function? We’re riding the wave folks we’ll see how long it keeps up lol.

ANYWAY! Enjoy the third fulfilled ask in a week. I hope y’all aren’t sick of me yet lmao. NSFW under the cut and remember MDNI

“Are you sure you can’t break these?” You ask, pulling at one of the knots binding Alex to your bed.

Alex stares up at you, all big green eyes and still-confident smirk. “Even I can’t do that. I’ll prove it. But you don’t have to worry baby. It’s no sweat, I can behave.”

He flexes and you watch the veins in his arms protrude as he turns his wrists this way and that, trying and failing to find any give in your handiwork. A flush burns down your face, and your throat feels dry as you eye him up and down—large and muscular and completely at your mercy.

You would have never thought that Alex and his body builder physique would be in such a submissive position. Naked, spread eagle and tied to your bedposts, muscles taught and cock flushed. Laid out for you to devour however you please.

You run your palms up his chest, and his skin is hot against yours, smooth and solid as you work your way up. His pounding heart startles you, feeling how fast and hard it’s beating in his chest. For a minute you stall, feeling the strong rhythmic thump, and almost ask if he’s alright.

Almost, except you can see the way his cock twitches and precome beads at the tip just from your idle touches. You haven’t so much as breathed on it, yet it’s straining so hard already it’s obvious his heart rate isn’t due to nerves.

You straddle him, fighting your cocky smile away, and purposefully maintain eye contact as you suck one of his nipples. Alex instantly forgets his restraints, jerking an arm and making the bed-frame rattle. He was right—the knots aren’t going anywhere.

He pants out a heavy breath, and you hide your delight as you lavish attention on his other nipple. You won’t tease him for too long. Not this first time, anyway.

You push your hips back as you skim your teeth along his shoulder, making sure to rub it in that you can touch as much as you want by stroking up his ribcage, down his sides, along his arms.

Only a little more teasing, you think as you glide your wet cunt across his cock, pretending to have trouble guiding it in as you squeeze it’s base and coat it in your arousal.

“Ahh, please,” he whines, hips bucking as much as the pitiful give in his binds allow, “baby I can’t.”

“What happened Alex? It was no sweat what, two minutes ago? Not even?”

He opens his mouth to respond, and you stop him by sinking all the way down on his cock. His hands strain, and you can tell by the way he’s flushing and tossing his face to the side he’d be hiding in his hands to mute the stuttering moan that falls past his lips.

You don’t give him a moment of respite, electing to ride hard and fast. Without the use of his hands Alex can’t modulate your pace. Typically he’d slow you down, keep you steady, but now you’re allowed the free rein to completely ruin him.

“Ah, w-wait,” he huffs, hips twitching and grinding like he might be able to make you listen to him without using his safe word.

It’s too bad you aren’t in a listening mood.

He can’t take it for too long, biting his lip and breathing in stuttering gasps while he tries to stave off his orgasm.

“Ba-aby, I—“ Alex’s voice cracks, “I’m not gonna—hah—I’m really—“

Either he can’t hold himself off anymore, or he realizes you’re not going to listen, because Alex’s babbling ceases as his back arches and he comes with a whine, his muscles straining and flushed down to his chest.

Your cunt throbs as you slow down through his orgasm, gyrating against his hips until he stops twitching. He’s starting to catch his breath, and you bite down on a smile as you pick up the pace, watching as his face twists up.

“A-h-ah—you—I—“ his voice is a squeak, stopping abruptly as he feel you continuing to rock against his soft cock. A low-grade hum buzzing out of his chest continually as you ride him relentlessly. When it doesn’t stop, you finally still.

“Safe word?” You ask, stroking his cheek and feeling the heat of his skin against yours.

“Nuh—no,” he gasps out, bucking into your cunt despite the way it makes him cry out.

You smirk. This is going to be a fun night.

[thebestandworstdayofjune]

I love the way you write Logan, it's so comforting! Can't wait to see more of your work, it's lovely💗

Idk if this would be your thing so feel free to ignore obviously!

How do you think Logan's dynamic would be with a reader having intense intimacy issues, to the point where they struggle to even think about doing anything more than make out with him? I really haven't found any fic like that and I think that you would a concept like that more than justice

I do see him having some intimacy issues himself (traumatized wet cat💀)

this is so sweet, thank you so much! My brain immediately supplied a list of head canons, I hope that you enjoy <3

~ So I am thinking about Logan from the original trilogy for these in particular ~ He definitely has some intimacy issues, more so on the emotional intimacy side than physical intimacy ~That is, until he meets you. You're a professor at the school, and while he can tell you love the young mutants with a large part of your heart, you remain physically distant from them. When the Youngers ones reach for a hug, you meet them instead with a fist bump or a high five. Never cruel, but always setting your boundary. ~The first time you catch him noticing your habit, you expect him to roll his eyes, or hit you with a judgy side eye. Instead, he quirks his head and resumes what he had previously been doing. ~Eventually, the two of you start spending a lot more time together. He will nudge a cup of coffee your way, and ask after you when you have a headache. He never encroaches on your space, despite being quite touchy with the other faculty.

~You spend a week working up the courage to confront him about it, strategizing the best way to ask for the reassurance you want but have trouble asking for. You expect him to blow you off, but when you knock on his door, he ushers you inside and lets you choose where to sit in the room, choosing his seat to be close enough to show he is invested but far enough away for your comfort. It isn't even a conscious thought for him, it's natural. ~You fumble through your question, doing your best to explain your line of thinking, before eventually just spitting out "do you hate me?" ~He is so shocked that he doesn't know what to say for a few seconds, which only makes your anxiety feel worse. ~He takes a few seconds, collecting his thoughts, and then you can see the typical Logan smirk start sparkling in his eye again. "Sweetheart, it's a little hard to hate the person you're acting a fool over". Your eyes practically bug out of your skull, and he chuckles to himself. He is twitching in his seat, and you can tell he is trying his best to not gather you up in his arms. ~You extend a hand out to him, palm upturned. He takes it instantly. He raises your entwined hands halfway towards his mouth, before meeting your eyes and waiting for your reaction. ~You nod, holding your breath and he drops a kiss on the back of your hand, before adjusting so that he can kiss your palm as well. ~When he hears your heartbeat stutter, he is quick to hold your hand again, resting against his knee. He confirms that you feel the same way, insistent on getting verbal confirmation. Your face feels like it is on fire, but you reply in the affirmative. "We are going to take this as slow as you need. I... I care about you so much, and your comfort always comes before anything else." ~You feel a few tears well up, and he moves to wipe them away as they begin to fall. Again, he pauses before actually making contact with your face, waiting for your gentle nod. ~From that day on, you are even more attached at the hip than before. Logan loves knowing that you are with him for more than his body, and he is constantly making sure that you know how much he values you. ~Overall, I just imagine him being very sweet and understanding and taking it as slow as you need. He is protective of you when you meet new people, often coming in between you and others who are not as considerate as he thinks they should be. Definitely sends his protective instincts into a bit of an overdrive, but you also appreciate having the scary dog privilege when you are out in public as well. People are definitely giving you a wider berth than you are used to. You always feels safe and taken care of with him, which is exactly how he wants it to be

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Superhero X Villain! F! Reader

Wanna buy me a coffee: ☕

TW: Dubcon, spankings, kidnapping, bodily horror

PT.2

Your real name is Y/N L/N, but your villain name is Anima. After your latest failure in trying to find a job, you went into the woods to end it all. Then, by some miracle, an entity older than any Abrahamic religion found your dead body and brought you back to life. Your senses were heightened, and you could hear the animal's chatter and noises as words. With a new feeling of power, you went through society doing whatever you wanted. Even if it meant a few people with broken bones or blood on the floor. That was until a superhero by the name of superhero by the name of Ultimate Man appeared and started defeating you in battle.

He isn't going to be a problem anymore after you take him out with your new suit. Not only does it have the abilities and strengths of every animal alive, but it has the strengths and abilities of the extinct ones. It took kidnapping a paleontologist, but it is so worth it.

"Anima, surrender, and you won't get hurt," Ultimate Man commands, floating a few feet above the ground.

"Sorry, but rent's due," You say, running off with the bags of money from the bank.

As you run, he shoots lasers at you, but you dodge them by zigzagging. Unfortunately, this leads to you not paying attention to where you're going, and you run yourself off a harbor walk. The money sinks into the ocean, and you struggle to swim back up. You switch to the abilities of any marine animal, but it's still not helping you. You see your feet entangled in seaweed and try to break free. Your struggle to free yourself has worn you out, and it seems like this is your last run. Your vision goes black as your instincts tell you to go up to the surface and breathe.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you open your eyes, your jaw and ass feel sore. You try to talk, but there's a gag in your mouth.

"How dare you be such a bad girl and cause so much trouble? Do you have no respect for anyone in this city? Who cares if your rent is due? Get! A! Fucking! Job!" Ultimate Man rants, spanking your ass after every word.

"MM! MH! AWCH!" You scream, your legs kicking as Ultimate Man uses his godly strength to spank you.

The tight latex suit didn't help with the spankings, in fact, the material made sure your body could feel them at their full force.

"Oh, I see the worst girl of the century has awakened. How does it feel knowing you almost got yourself killed trying to steal money?" Ultimate Man asks, taking off your gag.

His blonde hair with light blue highlights, aquamarine eyes, and skin-tight latex white and blue suit is a sight for the eyes. His appearance is ethereal, representing his alien origin from outer space sent to help out Earth on its newest supernatural threat(you.) Who knew having the power of every animal in existence would warrant alien help for the planet Earth?

"I'm sorry, Ultimate Man. I was only trying to pay my rent. Honest," You plead, bracing for another swat to the ass. "I didn't get the raise at my job, even though I deserve it, and I couldn't pay this month's rent."

"I believe you," Ultimate Man says, his hand still rubbing your ass. "But that doesn't mean I forgive you for what you did. I was so worried when you didn't rise from the water. I thought I lost you forever. I need a suitable mate, and you're the only one with abilities almost equal to mine on this planet."

"I'm sorry, WHAT?! I thought you were in a relationship with that news writer, Lora?" You ask, lifting your head.

"Are you kidding me? We're just friends. She couldn't compare to your beauty and strength. Now then, how about we get to know each other."

Ultimate Man peels off your eye mask, then takes out his contacts. There are no pupils in his eyes, just pools of aquamarine. It creeps you out, but at least he's still hot.

"I'm ☍⍀⍜⎍☍⟒⋏ ⏃⏃⍀☍⟒⋔. But you can call me Krouken Aarkem, which is pronounced Cro-oo-can Ar-kem. My human father calls me Ken. Now, what's your name?" Ultimate Man asks, lifting your body with ease.

"It's Marnie," You lie, not wanting to give him your real name.

His fingertips glow blue, and he places them on your head. Pain takes over your head as he searches through the deepest parts of your memory.

"Y/N M/N L/N. What a beautiful name. I'll make sure to bring over your cat so you can have your baby," Krouken says, removing his hands from you.

You slap him and stumble to the other side of the couch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You groan, holding your head.

"What did I do wrong? Please don't be mad at me!" Krouken cries, jumping onto your body and hugging you tightly. "I'll never do it again unless you want me to! I promise! Just don't be mad at me!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm not mad at you! Just get off of me!" You yell, pushing him off you after feeling his boner on your leg.

"Yay! Now, we can engage in the Plutonian ritual we call Improving."

Krouken starts taking off his suit, revealing his naked body to you. You back up but bump into the couch, leaving you nowhere to run. He touches your suit, liquifying the material and making it fall off your body like water. Krouken kisses you, his hand tracing every part of your body as if he were memorizing it.

"Your heart is beating fast? Do you want to fight me?" Krouken asks his hand on your chest.

"No. It's just something the human body does when we feel certain emotions," You explain, holding Krouken's hand.

"So you are excited to Improve too? Excellent, I can move forward," Krouken replies, his two dicks merging into one with the width of an adult's fist.

Your eyes widen in fear of the inhuman cock in front of you. There was no way it was going to fit. It was too wide to fit in your human pussy. If it were to go inside you, you'd feel it in your lungs.

"Wait, I think we should-" You plead, only for Krouken to shove his massive cock inside of you.

You can feel it moving inside as if his dick was made from thousands of little suction cups that were kissing your vaginal walls. Krouken's arm holds you in place, and he thrusts.

"Keep going, Krouken!" You moan, lifting your leg and putting it on his shoulder.

Krouken bites and sucks your nipples as he thrusts faster, his dick suction cups losing their grip and becoming more slippery.

"You're never going to be a bad girl ever again. I'm going to fill your stomach up with so many babies that you'll never be able to think of doing stupid shit without having trouble standing up. You're going to birth the next generation of my people. You're mine, all mine. Not those villain's colleague or someone else's enemy, mine," Krouken rambles, thrusting at an inhuman rate, destroying whatever tightness your pussy had.

His eyes become white as he cums, his alien cock suction cups releasing thousands of sperm. Upon his sperm's release, his genital suction cups regained their grip on your walls, and sucking on them, making you go into overdrive. You cum on his dick, and he shudders. Both of you relish in your afterglow, sweat dripping from your body.

"So, what did you think of Improving?" Krouken asks, his head resting on your breasts.

"It was good. By the way, why do your people call it that?" You ask, rubbing Krouken's wet hair.

"Because we improve each other's bodies. Once my seed is in you, it will rework some human DNA so you'll be more like me and vice versa. Your skin is already starting to become shiny and ethereal like my skin," Krouken answers, kissing your neck.

Your body feels extremely hot, like lava is in your veins, and your eyes are burning like no tomorrow. Your spine releases a horrifying crack as your body involuntarily jolts upwards. All you can do is scream as your bones and body transform permanently.

[miniwheat77]

Forget about him. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, virgin!reader, virginity loss, cheating, p in v sex, protected sex, get a glass of water, (sorry if I missed any.)

That hotel room service song by pitbull may have had a bit of influence on me. Good luck. Not edited!

You noticed the stares you gave each other the very day you walked off of the helicopter onto the base.

You were Laswell’s niece, and maybe that’s what drew him to you. Every time he looked at you, he seemed to have this dark look in his eyes and you always made eye contact. It seemed as if he was always looking at you. And it was true, he was.

You know what you feel is wrong.

These feelings that you have for your Captain, they’re not normal. Not when you’ve got a boyfriend anyways.

Your first couple months were normal. You and your Captain always made prolonged eye contact, it made your stomach swirl. He started smiling at you, giving you a small wave. Small waves turned into hanging out more, hanging out more led to more and more shared conversations-feelings. The more you got to know John, the more trouble you were getting yourself into. He put the both of you on watch together. You ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. You spent every free second you had talking to him.

When you first started, you spoke to your boyfriend every day. Every day turned to every other day. Every other day turned into a couple times a week. Now? Maybe he’d hear from you once a week.

John was aware of your boyfriend. And he didn’t have to meet him to know that he hated him. Because you were supposed to be his. But he knew he wasn’t completely in trouble, if he got close enough to you, if he pulled you away from him. Maybe you’d go for the older man. Or maybe he was delusional.

On watch one night, is when he made his first move. The both of you sitting up in the watch tower, completely alone, late at night. Talking about anything and everything. It was a perfect opportunity. You sat next to him, you’d made some kind of joke, his hand being placed in your thigh, it was innocent, to you. “You crack me up sweetheart.” He laughs.

You lean into him a little bit, making more small talk. When it’s perfect, he goes in for the kill. Leaning right into you and planting his lips right on yours. You freeze up for a second, not realizing what’s happening exactly. His hand slides further up your thigh and you kiss him back. Your brain screams at you. Every nerve ending in your body lighting on fire, a preview to hell for when you go there for being a cheater.

You pull away, standing up. Your eyes are wide. Lips plump and slightly pinker from his. “John.. I have a boyfriend.” You breathe. “I’m sorry.” He breathes. “I.. I don’t know what I was thinking.” You breathe. Hurrying out of the watch tower, he’d understand. The very moment you’re gone, John is smiling. You kissed him back, you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you.

You rushed back to your room, opening up the door and closing it behind you. You take in a deep breath, sighing as you pull your phone out of your pocket. You have a couple missed calls from your boyfriend. A few text messages, but a couple messages take you off guard. They’re from someone named Erica.

Hey. Sorry to bother you. Is this your boyfriend? *attached image*

Your eyes narrow as you read across the screen.

Yeah, what’s going on?

I’m really sorry. We’ve been sleeping together for a couple weeks and I had no idea he had a girlfriend.

Your stomach falls. You felt bad for kissing John. You were going to tell him. No matter the consequences you were going to be honest.

Thanks for telling me.

You shake your head. Now what?

You hear footsteps coming toward your room, and you recognize them immediately. They’re John’s. You notice his shadow by your door for a while. Something sliding underneath your door. You swallow hard, waiting for him to back off before gently walking over to pick it up.

Folded in half is a note. You swallow hard as you read it.

I know you feel what I feel. I’ll be at the hotel on 5th street tomorrow. Room 312. If you feel what I feel, you’ll be there. 8pm. -price.

You lay back on your bed, clenching your eyes shut.

What were you going to do?

—

Your nerves are completely shot as you head up the elevator. Your heart is pounding in your chest, you can barely take it.

What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here. Your lower stomach clenches up and you take in a deep breathe. The elevator opens up, and you step out. Turning the corner and making your way down the hallway. The red and gold designed carpet is stiff under your shoes, you can see the door.

Room 312

You stand outside for a second. Taking in a deep breath. Once you knock, you know there’s no going back. You raise your hand, hesitating a second before knocking quietly at the door. It opens pretty quickly, and your Captain looks back at you. He stands to the side, letting you come inside. “Hey.” He takes in a sharp breath. Following behind you as you walk into the room. He sits down on the edge of the hotel bed. Legs spread apart, his hands resting in his lap. “I didn’t think you’d come.” He breathes. Your eyes flash to his jeans, how tight they are on his big thighs, he’s fit. Obviously for being in the military. His thighs are large, his jeans squeeze around them. You clench your eyes closed.

You bite your lip nervously. “To be honest? I didn’t think I would either.” You laugh. You’re clutching at the strap of the backpack you have. He can see you’re nervous.

“You don’t have to do this.. you can always go back.” He breathes.

Your brain is foggy, your boyfriend is probably at home, asleep. He’s thinking you’re asleep or on watch. You shake your head. “I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.” You avoid his gaze. He stands up, taking a few steps closer to you. He reaches out, grasping your backpack and pulling it off of you. He sets it down on the chair, pushing your hair behind your ear. Rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “You’re a good girl.” He breathes. “Regardless of how you feel or.. if you think what you’re doing is wrong.. you’re still a good girl.” He breathes, clutching a handful of your hair at the nape of your neck. “He’s stupid to be playing a girl like you, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve you.” He sighs. Cupping your other cheek, pressing his forehead to yours. Your body is warm, the buzzing you hear in your ears is loud. You can’t stand it anymore, you need him.

You sigh into him, he can feel your warm breath on his face.

“I don’t know what to do Captain. This feels wrong.” You sigh. “Because.. in a way.. it is wrong.” He sighs. Pulling away from you. “Even if he cheated first.. you’re still cheating.”

“I just need a minute.” You breathe. Snagging your phone and going into the bathroom. You clutch handfuls of your hair, frustrated at what you’re feeling. He’s hurt you so bad, you don’t like him anymore. So why are you hesitant?

Your phone buzzing brings you out of your thoughts.

“Hey.”

You feel tears filling your eyes, you shouldn’t be here, but you shouldn’t be there either.

“Hi.”

You lie.

“Everything okay?”

“No.”

“What’s going on?”

“I know about Erica.”

It takes him a few minutes before he starts typing a reply.

“Please come home so we can talk about this in person.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Don’t do anything irrational please. I know how you are, you need to come home.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It was just a couple months. She meant nothing to me Y/N. We just.. you know. You’re a virgin and I have needs that need to be fulfilled.”

Your eyes widen. A couple months?

“How long?”

“Y/N…”

“How long?”

“Almost a year.”

After a few minutes of you sitting there, your phone starts to blow up. He’s calling and messaging. Begging you to come home. Begging you to see him, meet up with him. So you answer it as you open up the bathroom door, looking up at John as the words leave your mouth.

“Y/N. Please just hear me out-“

“I answered to say that I understand.” You breathe, pupils blown wide as you stare at John. He’s waiting nervously.

“You do?”

“Of course, everyone has needs. I have needs to be fulfilled. Which is why I’m not on base right now. I’ll have someone come by, to get my things. We’re done.”

You throw the phone down, stepping toward your Captain. “I have to be honest before we do anything.” You sigh, looking down. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never had sex.” You sigh. “That’s alright.” He laughs. “I’ll be gentle with you. But only if you’re sure.” He tugs at the hem of your shirt, toying with the belt loop on your jeans. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You breathe. “That’s a good girl..” he breathes. He grasps the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. Once it’s off, he’s kissing you. You feel him melt right into you. Moaning into your lips. Finally, after those months of dreaming about you, you’re right here.

You don’t have a bra on, his fingers moving to dance over your nipples, his hands are warm against you. You know this is right, you were meant to be here, you’d made the right decision.

When you pull away from him, he can see that you’re getting overwhelmed by his touch. You’re breathing hard and all of the blood has rushed to your lips and cheeks. Your cheeks are flushed bright. Deep breathes leaving your lips. “You alright?” He asks. “Y-yeah. Yeah. I’m just really turned on.” You laugh, blushing even more. He can’t help but smile. “It’s alright. I’ll give you what you need.” He mumbles.

He reaches for your waistband, popping the button in your jeans, unzipping them and tugging them down your legs. Helping you step out of them. He glides his fingertips up your thighs, looping his fingers under the hand of your panties, tugging them down your legs too. You’ve never been so turned on in your life. “This will be our little secret, yeah? Nobody has to know.” He breathes. You nod your head, eyes fixed on his. He pushes you back onto the bed and you move yourself up it. Watching him pull his own shirt over his head. Unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down. Once he’s fully exposed to you, he’s moving up the bed. Moving himself between your legs. He’s got something in his hand which you realize pretty quickly is a condom. He clutches it tight, kissing you more. Attacking your nipples with his lips, sucking gently at your skin until you’re whining. You tilt your head back, staring up a the ceiling. You don’t know how on earth you’ve gotten into this situation. You’ve never felt so good.

He tears the packet open, sliding the circle out before tossing the empty packet onto the nightstand. He rolls the condom over the tip of his cock, rolling it down his shaft until it’s snug on him. “You ready?” He asks. You nod your head eagerly. Making him smile. “It might hurt… just for a second.” He breathes. You nod your head. “You can always stop me. You can still leave.” He breathes. You shake your head. “Please just fuck me, John.” You scoot into him further, hearing him chuckle. “Alright baby.” He moves closer, brushing his tip over your clit, feeling you jump away from him. Earning a deep laugh from him. He presses his tip into your entrance, pushing into you slowly. The lube from the condom helps him slide into you. You grip the blanket on the hotel bed tight, face scrunching up slightly. “Almost there..” he sighs. Feeling you squeezing around him. “Doing so good- so close.” He breathes. He can feel beads of sweat growing at his hairline, his body feels like it’s on fire.

If Laswell ever found out about this, John is dead.

“There we go.” He breathes. He’s filled you up to the hilt, your body is stiff. “Try to relax. M’gonna move now okay?” You nod your head, keeping your eyes closed. “I know it hurts darling.” He breaths. He hovers over you. Grasping your hands and pinning them above your head. “But it’ll feel so good once you’re used to me. Just relax.” He breathes. He draws his hips back, pushing himself back into you. A cry leaves your lips and he muffles you by kissing you. Thrusting his hips up into yours. He can feel tears on your eyelashes as you kiss him. “Shh.. it’s alright.” He moves himself back, letting go of your hands. He lowers his hand, resting his thumb on your clit, putting a slight amount of pressure on it. You shake slightly, letting your body get used to him. You finally open your eyes, looking down. You can see him slide out of you, thrusting back inside.

You hear him laugh. “See that lovie?” He breathes. You nod your head. “You gave me your virginity.” A gasp leaves your lips as he presses again your clit harder, circling it faster. You’re getting used to him. Lifting your thighs up and holding them apart for him, getting a better look at him. You’re panting, “you’re going so deep.” You whine, looking up at him. He bites his lip slightly. “Yeah. You’re doing so good for me.” He lowers himself down so that he can kiss you again. His lips are soft against yours. He latches onto your bottom lip with his teeth, tugging at it gently. His body feels good against yours. He’s overwhelming you. You’re panting hard and he can’t help but notice, smiling down at you. “Hey. Look at me.” He grasps your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “Relax alright? Don’t need you passing out on me now.” He smiles, still lazily rocking his hips into you. You nod your head. “Yes sir.” Hearing him laugh.

“Still obey me even off duty.” He shakes his head. He lowers his head down, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, hearing you whine. “John- it feels so good.” You grit your teeth. Eyes filling with tears. He smirks down at you. “Yeah? You feeling good now?” He chuckles. You nod your head, tears spilling out of your eyes. He’s keeping a steady pace, rocking his hips into that one spot that he knows how to find so easily. He’s going to make you fall apart beneath him. He knows you, he knows what you’ll like. He’ll treat you so much better than that stupid boyfriend of yours ever did. He brushes your hair out of your face. “You’re too overwhelmed. Relax into me. Just give yourself to me.” He breathes. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, continuing to reassure you as he pushes you closer and closer to the brink of pure bliss. Your thighs shake, he keeps you pinned down between him and the mattress beneath you. “It feels so good.. I.. I-“ a cry leaves your lips. Sobbing as you reach your high. “That’s it. Give yourself to me.” He mumbles, kissing you again to muffle your moans. He grits his teeth, clutching hard onto the mattress as he finishes into the condom. He can’t help it as he ruts his hips into you harder than he intends. “Oh fuck-“ he gasps. His arms flex as he clutches at the sheets. You swallow hard, unable to move or talk.

He slides off of you, moving to go clean up.

You slip your clothes back on while he’s in the bathroom, staring at anything. Still in complete disbelief of the events of tonight. Not only had you broken up with your boyfriend, but you had sex with your Captain. You’re staring down at your hands as you wait. Sitting on the edge of the bed. He emerges from the bathroom, fully dressed once more. Moving to sit down next to you. “Are you alright?” He asks. You nod your head, eyes still fixated on your hands. “Yeah. Just.. shocked is all I guess.” You mumble. “It’s alright. It’ll start to fade out.” He chuckles. “Uh.. yeah.” You laugh nervously. “Should we head back to base? We have watch in about an hour..” you laugh. “Yeah. Probably.” He smiles. He moves closer. “Hey. I hope I didn’t push you into anything.” He sighs. “No. No you didn’t. I wanted this.” You laugh. He nods his head. The both of you getting ready to sneak out, leave your keycards in the front desk drop box.

—

It’s been a couple weeks, and John wants to talk to you. But you’ve been avoiding him like crazy and he can’t seem to corner you anywhere.

He’s ready to just face it, walk right into your room when he knows you’re in there. But on the way there, he runs right into Kate. “Hey John. I’ve got a couple questions about the upcoming mission. Let’s go into your office.” She crosses her arms. He nods. “Of course.” He smiles. Leading her down the hallway. He opens up his door, stepping inside. He flicks the light on, Kate walks around to his chair. Crossing her arms. She sighs. “I know about what happened between you and Y/N.” She’s got her back to him. He clears his throat. “What are you talking about?” He leans forward. She turns around, facing him finally. “I know that you had sex with her.” She purses her lips. He stays quiet. “I noticed she was acting a little different, her little boyfriend she’s been seeing asked me to check up on her, said he hadn’t heard from her in a while. So I looked at her phone. Went into her room and found this.” She throws the little note he’d written to you onto his desk.

“Laswell that’s a massive invasion of privacy.” He stands up. “Yeah. And you’re also in your forties John. What the hell were you thinking?” She puts her head in her hands. He shakes his head. “I was thinking that I like her. And now I’m thinking I regret nothing.” He sighs. “What do you want me to say?”

“I just.. you made her break up with her boyfriend John. What the hell has gotten into you?”

“I didn’t make her do anything Kate. He cheated on her and she broke up with him. If you’d really gotten her phone like you said you did, you’d know that.” You narrows his eyes. She groans. “I can’t believe you.” She sighs. “She’s on the next flight off of this base, and you can be the first to go tell her.” He shakes his head. “No.” He’s stern.

“No?” She asks. “Y/N is a consenting adult. She’s on my task force. My jurisdiction.” He shrugs. “You could lose your job. John.” She grits her teeth. “Oh well.”

“You’re a Captain and you’re going to throw it all away over a girl?”

He shakes his head. “She’s not ‘just’ a girl, Kate. She’s a fully grown woman, who I happen to care a lot about. I’m sorry if you don’t like that, but I want her close by so that I can take care of her. Because I love her.” He sits down. Seeing her clench her eyes closed.

“Jesus Christ.” She mumbles.

She turns her back to him. “How the fuck did this happen?” She sighs.

“I knew it the day she stepped onto this base.” He sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for going behind your back. But.. she’s.. god. I swear that girl is my best friend.” He sighs.

“I’m furious with you John.” She sighs. “I’m not happy that you went behind my back, that you’ve put her into this position. And she’s been avoiding you like the plague so you need to fix this. She can stay on this base for now, but if something goes wrong and she looses her job, or ANYTHING happens to her, I’ll have your head Price.” She flares. “You understand me?”

He nods his head. “Loud and clear.” He mumbles. “Now go make this right.” She sighs.

He stands up, disappearing out of his office. He makes his way into the mess hall where everyone should be having dinner. Making his way up to Soap where he stood with the rest of his task force. “Hey. You guys seen Y/N?” He asks. “Uhhh. Yeah. She was just over at the fridge.” Soap nods. John looks over, eyes locking with yours. You rush out of the room quickly and he’s quick to go after you. Trying not to make it obvious. You go to close your door behind you, but he stops it with his hand. You step back. He steps inside, closing the door behind him. “You can’t avoid me forever, darling.”

His back rests up against your door and your eyes clench shut at his nickname. You turn your back to him. Setting your tray down on your nightstand. “I’m sorry.” You mumble. “What’s going on? I thought we were okay.”

You sigh. “We are okay. I just.. you told me it was a secret. So I thought it was a one time thing.” You sigh.

“I.. I didn’t really want it to be a one time thing.” He mumbles. You turn to him. “What?”

He crosses his arms, laughing. “Course not. I like you. I just.. thought maybe you’d change your mind or something else would happen.” He shrugs. “No.. I.. I didn’t want it to be a one time thing either.” You mumble.

“Good. So you can stop avoiding me and let me see that pretty smile.” He smiles. “Oh.. and uh.. it’s not really a secret anymore.” He mumbles. “What?” Your eyes widen. “Kate.. she uh.. went through your things. And your phone. She found this.” He holds up the note. “She what?” You narrow your eyes. He sees the way your face changes. You snatch it from his hand, grasping the door handle and ripping the door open. “Wait- Y/N.” He tries to stop you but rush right down to his office where you know she is. “What the hell is this?” You seethe as you step inside. “You told her?”

“I didn’t think she’d be mad!” John shrugs. “Maybe you should tell me what that is?”

Your voices being raised gathers others at the doorway. “Maybe I shouldn’t because it’s my goddamn business Kate. You went through my stuff? And my phone? I came here to get away from that.” You hiss. “Y/N- come on honey.” John reaches for your arm but you shrug him off. “Y/N. You’re not thinking right.”

“Oh, I’m thinking just fine. I’m a grown woman, who deserves privacy. And if I want to risk my job by fucking my Captain, I will.”

Everyone who’s standing outside of his office has wide eyes, mouths open wide. “You’re not my mom and you promised you would leave this alone.” You growl. “You clearly can’t handle it!” Kate throws her hands up. “Because you’re always breathing down my back. I’m a grown woman. No more of this Kate. No fucking more.” You growl. “Okay. I’m sorry I went through your stuff Y/N. But I worry about you.” She sighs. “I understand that. But if I have something seriously wrong, I promise I will come to you about it. But you have to give me a little bit space sometimes. For christs sake, I’m in the military putting my life on the line and this is where you draw the line?” You breathe. “Alright, no more of this. We’re taking a walk, we’ll come back to this later.” John pushes you back, hearing you sigh in frustration. “Everyone please go back to your posted chores please!” He calls.

“Christ in heaven you’re sexy when you’re going off.” He mumbles in your ear, hearing you laugh.

“You’ve got it had John.” You mumble. “Yeah. Maybe I do. But that’s something we can talk about after I’ve fucked you, hm?” He smiles, pushing you back toward your room.

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Bunny Boy(NSFW)

Kurapika x Fem!Reader

warnings: sub!Kurapika, soft dom!reader, handjob, oral(f!receiving), breeding, bunny used as a petname for Kurapika, overstimulation

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“This is humiliating.”

Kurapika sat before you, wearing a playboy bunny outfit with thigh high and bunny ears to match. You smiled, applying makeup to his soft, feminine face.

“Well, do you want to gather intel from this gentleman’s club or not? They didn’t accept my application, so you’re the one that has to wear it.”

“Doesn’t make it any less embarrassing…”

‘Especially because you’re watching…’ he thought, his cheeks red. He was having trouble keeping himself from getting hard being so exposed in front of you.

“It’s just for tonight.” you cooed, trying to soothe your flustered friend. “I’ll be working at the bar, so just come by if you get nervous. I’ll make you a drink.”

The two had gotten jobs at the gentleman’s club for this night only. A man with a lot of power and knowledge on several locations of the scarlet eyes came to the establishment once a month, and Kurapika desperately needed the intel.

“Hmph…”

He pouted as he walked away, and you couldn’t help but stare at his ass, looking quite nice in his uniform. The little bunny tail pinned to the back of his playboy bunny suit certainly made him look quite cute. The white, frilly thigh highs he wore gave him a soft, innocent look that you figured the customers would like.

You sighed, straightening out your barmaid uniform before walking towards the bar.

———————

Kurapika groaned, stuck in a closet after popping a boner. It was impossible for someone NOT to see his hard on through the thin material of his uniform, so he had to hide until he could get it down.

“Kurapika, are you okay?”

He yelped when you opened the door, his back facing you. “Y-yes, I’m fine! You can go back to your…”

Kurapika turned his head a little, his cock twitching in need as he remembered why he got hard in the first place.

He had been talking to a customer, flirting on the outside and cringing on the inside when he spotted you. You were laughing with some other woman… but instead of being in your barmaid uniform, you were in a playboy bunny suit!

It was hard for him to tear his eyes away from the sight, and he had to rush towards the closest closet to hide how hard he got from the customers so he wouldn’t blow his cover.

“Are you not feeling well?” you asked, reaching out to grab his hand. He whined softly at the contact, even the smallest touch from you making him ache with desire.

His breath hitched in the back of his throat when her hand brushed against his bare hip, making him groan. “I-I’m fine, now le-“

But he didn’t get to finish his sentence, because she had leaned forward and spotted the bulge in his pants. “Oh, Kurapika…”

His face was bright red as your fingers danced along his stomach, stopping right above his bulge. “Why didn’t you tell me… I could have been making it all better for you already.”

“Y-you…” Kurapika looked away shyly, swallowing. “You would… help me?”

“Mhm… what are friends for?” you cooed, to tip of your finger pressing against his bulge. He let out a whine, his hips bucking slightly. “Now be a good boy for me and stay still. Gonna make you feel good, okay bunny?”

He gasped as you stroked him through his uniform, pressing kisses into the back of his neck. You were pressed against his back, your free hand lightly grabbing his ass. “(N-Name)!”

He came, panting softly as his cum made a wet spot on his uniform. You tsked, your fingertip brushing against the wet cloth. “Made a mess, pretty boy. On your knees.”

Kurapika didn’t know why, but he was quick to obey you, looking up eagerly. You lightly pushed down the top of his uniform, palming his chest and playing with his sensitive nipples. He bit his lip, letting out a breathy moan.

“Have you ever tasted pussy before, bunny?” she asked, cupping his face. He gulped, shaking his head.

“N-no… I haven’t…”

You smiled, pulling the bottom of your uniform to the side to expose your pretty pussy. Kurapika’s mouth watered, and he leaned forward. You stopped him before his tongue could reach you by tugging on his hair, cooing softly. “Kisses first, Kurapika.”

He blushed, planting a soft kiss on your clit, looking up for approval. You played with his hair, giving him a nod.

Kurapika made out with your pussy, his tongue lapping at your clot sloppily. He was inexperienced, but was still making you feel good…

You held his hand, guiding it to your pussy. “Use your fingers, bunny.”

He nodded, looking a little embarrassed that you had to guide him to your hole. He was beyond inexperienced, but his eagerness made up for it. You let out a soft whine as his fingers thrusted into you, tugging at his hair. Kurapika groaned against your pussy, looking up at you with pussy drunk eyes.

When you came, he licked up every drop he could get, sitting at your feet and looking up at you with hazy eyes, waiting for your next command. “Such a good boy…”

He melted under your praise, leaning into your touch when you cupped his cheek. “Let’s make baby bunnies, okay?”

He didn’t have time to reply, you were already hovering over his stiff cock, lowering yourself. Kurapika felt his entire body shuddered when he was fully inside of you, his cock twitching.

You took a moment to adjust, your lips crashing onto his. He let out little whines, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips. “Please…” he breathed out against your lips, panting. “Need it… need it so bad, (Name)…”

And how could you say no when he had been so good?

You kissed him again, slowly rocking your hips against his. He moaned against your neck, raising his hips to meet yours in a desperate attempt to create more friction.

Kurapika let out a muffled whimper, and you groaned. He was already cumming inside of you after a single minute of rutting into you…

But of course that wasn’t enough for you. You kept moving your hips, moving to softly suck on his sensitive pink nipples. He was quickly overstimulated, cumming again and again, unable to stop himself from crying. Tears of pure pleasure fell down his cheeks, his hand bruising your hips as he let out another load into your cunt.

You finally came a few minutes later, collapsing on top of him. “Mmph…”

Kurapika panted, his cock twitching inside of you as he recovered. He had never felt like this before, so satisfied and so exhausted at the same time… you smiled, giving him soft kisses as you used some napkins to clean the two of you up.

“Cmon… we should get back to work.”

Kurapika pulled you back to him, shaking his head. “No… no, don’t leave yet…”

He wouldn’t budge, curling up with you on the ground. “Stay… I love you so much… just… wanna stay like this a little longer…”

You sighed, your cheeks heating up a little from his confession. “I love you too, Pika.”

Looks like the two of you weren’t getting that information tonight.

[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile XIX

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Well, well, my dears. I enjoyed writing this chapter, knowing it’s going to be Alastor’s Point of View next… It’s going to be very interesting and exhausting to go inside our favorite psychopath’s mind. Once again, beware; Blood, Killing, Gore. Please, tell me your thoughts and of course, enjoyed this chapter.

“ That’s how you want to seduce them? Girl, you would have to pay me for me to fuck you. You can’t seduce just with your sweet doe’s eyes. Don’t you agree?”

You tried to contain your anger, knowing that if you didn’t, your eyes would turn red. 

After your delicious weekend with Alastor, you have learned that just like him, you could keep your spirit, if it wanted, so you didn’t have to ask for Papa Legba each time. You talked about it with the old man and he agreed, saying the spirit was eager to stay by your side. It was great, you could feel the spirit near you, but when you were feeling strong emotion, your eyes would turn red. 

Alastor contacted Mimzy so she would teach you how to dance like the women that would be on stage. You didn't really know Mimzy, you knew she was a friend of Alastor, but nothing more. She was a great dancer and a great singer and would be your teacher for a week.

It’s been three days since you started your training and you were wondering if killing Mimzy would be a bad thing.

You stood up from the chair, where you have been sitting with your legs wide open. At the beginning, you would blush as soon as you had to do vulgar movement. Now, if you happened to be red , it was because of anger.

“ What is wrong this time, Mimzy?” you sighed.

“ You need to feel like a woman ! Ask your friend, there is no desire to be fuck in you.”

You stared at Alice, which you asked to come with you to have some courage, and waited for her answer, you face without any trace of feeling. You needed to stay calm or you would project Mimzy out of her club, even out of New Orleans.

“ I think she is doing great, she is just not feeling comfortable.” she looked at you with an encouraging smile. “ Maybe with some music, it would be easier for her?” 

“ I didn’t need any music to learn the moves on the dancefloor, but if it makes her less shitty.” she said before leaving to search for her radio.

You sat next to Alice, playing with your necklace.

“ Killing her would only bring trouble, wouldn’t it?”

“ I think it would.” she said, tapping your back. “ But trust me, my friend, you have amazing moves!” 

You smiled at her, tired. You’ve been going to Mimzy club every day from 8 am to 7pm, trying to dance like she wanted you, trying on dresses that would make your father faint and singing songs that made you want to wash your mouth with soap.

“ You know what, let’s try it without Mimzy here!” she pushed you on stage once more with a big smile. You laughed as you sat on the chair, feeling comfortable. Alice was in front of you, acting like a fangirl saying things like: I want your baby or I love you.

You didn’t know why but you began to sing, even though there wasn’t any music, without feeling any stress. You began to move your hands on your body, going up into your hair while moving your hips on the chair, like you were grinding into it. You threw your head back, letting your hair free themselves from the ribbons that kept them in a ponytail. 

You danced and sang, maybe not like you were used to, but you did remember every step Mimzy had teached you. You would drop on all four, moving toward the edge of the scene, making obscene gestures, keeping your voice steady.

At the end of your performance, you were sitting on the chair, your legs spread with your hand on your chest. You were breathing hard but looked at Alice with a raised eyebrow. 

“ Oh..Doll, what… you.. You were like a succubus…” she said, her eyes wide open before clapping hard in her hands. “ Bravo !”

“ Finally ! I thought you were a lost cause.”

You turned your head toward Mimzy who was looking at you with a satisfied smile. You frowned as you closed your legs. 

“ Now, you need a little more confidence and you will be perfect ! Again. 1,2..!”

You sighed as Alice was cheering for you.

—

“ You look… obscenely delicious my dear.”

You looked at Alastor through the mirror in the hotel’s dressing room you were invited to stay in. He was behind you, his arms behind his back, staring at you with a deer mask, only hiding his eyes, with big antlers. It seemed like it wasn’t only the dancers and singers that were masked. You stared at yourself in the mirror, you had deep black eyes shadows and a bright red lipstick. You were wearing a long dress, with a corset, jewels around your wrist and neck and high heels, higher than you were used to. You sighed, trying to calm yourself.

You were going to dance and sing in front of men that would just look at you  like you were a piece of meat. Even if they were in high society, you shouldn’t feel nervous because of them. 

“ Darling?”

You looked at Alastor who was helding a … Doe’s masks? You tilted your head before smiling. You looked at Alastor as he put the mask on your eyes, hooking it behind your head.

“ Am I supposed to be a doe, Alastor?”

“ My Doe, dear. Now, do you remember the plan? I’m your ‘manager’, if you need a name, call me Victor, I found you in the street and thanks to your beautiful body and entrancing voice, I have decided to take you here, to gain… Money.” you laughed at his disgusted expression. “ Thanks to Mimzy, you will be in the best spot for them to… observe you.”

You laughed as you saw how tense his body was. You stood up, giving him a hug, feeling his suit’s material against your breast. The corset was pushing up your breast, making them look delicious but mostly almost naked. Half of them were hidden by the clothes you were wearing. You were scared that if you made a bad move, your nipples would be shown.

“ Are you going to be okay?” you asked him, caressing his gloved hands. You know you were nervous, but you would be okay. Normally, no men or women would be able to touch you, you just needed to seduce the pig, whose name was Larry but who cared? You were more worried about Alastor, who kept smiling like usual, but you could see his eyes twitch when you were talking about your performance or the dress you were going to wear. 

“ Of course, darling ! This is nothing I can’t handle, do not worry your adorable head about it. I won’t stay far away from you.”  He kissed the back of your gloved hand with a straining smile. You grimaced but didn’t push it, you didn't want Alastor to think you didn’t have faith in you. “ Are you ready?”

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. Marie had braided your hair so the wig could stay in place on your head, of course she didn’t know why you needed a wig in the first place but she didn’t ask any question. You really didn’t recognize yourself. You nodded at yourself, looking at Alastor through the mirror’s reflection.

“ Let’s give them a show.”

You clinged to his arm as you went to the hall entrance where everyone was chatting. It kind of reminded you of Alice’s party. Everyone was dressed up nicely with expensive jewels and chatting with a big smile on their face. Alastor was his usual charming self, using his deep voice. If he were to talk like he was on the radio, everyone would recognize him which would be problematic.

 You stayed silent, playing your part of the young innocent girl who didn’t know why she was here. You could feel Alastor's body tensing each time someone laid their eyes upon you, commenting on your smooth skin, or your divine body. You would always press yourself against him to calm him down but how would he react once you would be on stage… That was worrisome.

You waited until the butlers of the hotel invited you all to go into another room. The singers needed to go backstage. You looked at Alastor, trying to calm him with your eyes. You couldn't kiss him right now but you wanted him to know you were his. Even dancing and singing for others, it was all a show. You put his hand near your chest, where his mark was still surprisingly here.

He kissed the back of your hand before letting you go backstage. You looked at the other women who were trying to change their makeup at the last minute or changing dresses. You took a deep breath, you haven't gone on stage since Alice’s Christmas’s Eve’s Soirée. You were 16 at the time. Now you were almost 22, you could do it. You would do it.

Someone came to you and gave you your numero. You would be the last one to pass. You nodded but wanted to groan. That meant you would pass after all of the skillful people. You sat on a chair, meditating.  You could still feel your spirit going around you, invisible to all eyes. You smiled, you weren’t alone. 

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you were calling to go on stage. You walked behind the man who introduced you as the “ Hunter’s Doe.” You smirked when you heard it, Alastor ready did choose a fitting name…

You walked to the stage, going near the microphone. You could already hear some whistling which made you cringe. You really respected those women who could manage it every night. You tried to find Alastor in the crowd but you didn’t have the time as the music began.

You held the microphone in your hand as your enchanting voice began to be heard around the room. You almost smiled in delight as you could feel everyone's eyes on you. Everyone was focusing on you thanks to your voice and you didn’t take off one of your clothes yet. You moved around the stage, showing a little bit of your ankle en tugging your dress a little higher, showing off your legs.

You could hear some men whistling and asking for you to look at them but you were looking for one in particular. You threw your head back, showing off your cleavage, arching your back just like Mimzy had taught you. You moved your hand around your chest before sliding into the wig, tearing off the ribbon that held them in a bun. 

Your eyes almost flashed red when you felt a cold touch on your ankle, who dared? You relaxed when you saw Alastor’s shadow on the ground, with his hideous grin as usual. You walked on the other side of the stage, still dancing and singing and it was still following you. It was one with your shadow.

You smirked when an idea struck you.

As the song kept going you dropped to your knees, just above Alastor’s shadows,rubbing yourself on the floor. You knew that for all the eyes on you, it was just a part of the show, you knew that as the crowd was cheering for you to keep going.  But for you, it was to reassure your fiancé. You stared at the shadow, grinding into the floor where its pelvis was supposed to be. You didn’t know if Alastor could see from his shadow’s eyes but you hoped he could see your message.

You were his.

You rolled on your back, your head hanging from the stage where you could see everyone. You spread your legs as you moved your hand on your body, singing with more vigor as you moved your behind against the floor, where the shadow was still waiting. You didn’t feel embarrassed as your legs were open toward the backstage, where no one was watching. You could play your little performance and then leave.

You tried to keep your voice steady as you felt something touching your legs. You flushed while the cold touch was moving around your thigh. You gasped as the lights were flickering, making the guests worried before everything shut down, enveloping everyone in darkness.

You couldn’t see anything. You tried to stand up but you couldn't move. You were trapped. You felt a cold touch on your intimity and you bit your lips. What was Alastor’s shadow doing..?

You put your hand on your mouth, wanting to choke the moan that almost came out as you felt a cold touch on your buttocks. You could feel the shadows wrapping itself around your neck, your breast and your legs, caging you on the floor. It was squeezing you so hard you couldn't breath but you enjoyed it nonetheless. You could feel yourself beginning to get wet, your body shaking with excitement.

Your eyes rolled back as your vision was beginning to be blurry but before you could faint the lights were back on and Alastor was standing at your side, grinning at the crowd.

“ Well, well, it seemed like we had a problem, what a shame you couldn’t see my little doe’s performance. But oh well, I know a lucky man who will join her and will be able to see it for himself.” he smiled before helping you standing up as you were still lightheaded. The men were asking for an encore as they couldn’t appreciate all of your performance. Alastor guided you backstage with a happy grin.

You fell on your chair, looking at him as you took off your mask. He was locking the door, humming to himself while you were fanning yourself.

“ Did someone try to sabotage us ? Who cut the lights off ?”

“ The same person who caged you on stage.” he sang before walking toward you, taking off his mask showing his red eyes. 

“ Alastor, what if–”

“ Don’t.” he smiled widely at you, holding his hand in front of you. “ We are going to forget what happened today because if we don’t, I might kill every man that looked at you tonight.”

“ There are too many, Alastor.” you chuckled, jokingly.

“ 124.”

You stopped laughing, staring at Alastor, your mouth wide open.

“ What..”

“ 124 men were looking at you. And guess what darling, I know more than 124 methods to kill someone. How lucky !” he smiled as he loomed toward you. You shivered as you saw pure madness swirling in his eyes. You could see a cut on his lips, he must have bit his lips so hard it bleed. 

You caressed his cheeks, looking at him while standing up. His eyes were never leaving your figure. You kissed him softly, conveying all your emotions for him. 

“ You don’t need to worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

“ When did I say I was worried?” Alastor tilted his head with a menacing grin. You shivered, he looked perfect, so confident, so full of himself, in his mind you wouldn’t leave him. He was so sure of that..

You were ready to jump on him before you heard a knock at the door. You put your mask back as Alastor went toward the door, his mask already on. He opened the door with his charming smile.

“ Yes ?”

“ Oh hello dear gentleman. I’m Sir Larry’s butler. The monsieur would like to rent your employee for the night, would it be okay for you? He is ready to pay a lot.” you heard the man say as Alastor hummed. He looked at you, you could see his fist clenching around the doorknock. You nodded at him, smiling encouragingly at him.

“ Well of course my dear fella! I shall take her to his room. I guess I’ll have the money there.” he held his arm for you to take. You slid your hands around it as you walked in the stairs, going to the top of the hotel.  You were looking at the people who were having fun, unaware of what was happening behind locked doors. You even saw some policemen making you nervous. You knew your father wasn’t attending, he was having a weekend with your mother.

Maybe John?

Once you were in front of the door, the butler knocked before entering the room, introducing you to the man.

“ Ah! The brightest star has blessed us with her presence.” you looked as Larry stood up with difficulty. He was clearly overweight, you wondered how he wasn’t out of breath after just standing from his chair. “ Now mister… Victor, was it ? Here is the money, I will take good care of your jewel.”

You felt Alastor tense but then he relaxed. Before you could wonder why, you felt an icy touch on your back, sliding toward your ankles. You subtly looked behind you and smiled as you saw Alastor’s shadows becoming one with yours.

“ Please, enjoy this night as if it was your last.”

“ Oh, trust me, I will!” Laughed Larry. 

Alastor kissed the back of your hand before staring at your eyes. You nodded at him before watching him leave with the butler. 

“ Well, don’t be shy, my sweet, come here.”

You looked at the man, who was sitting on his armchair, patting his thighs, clearly inviting you to sit on laps. You walked toward him but stopped at a respectable distance. 

“ What song do you want me to perform, sir ?”

“ Ohoh, what a naive little bird. The only way your mouth is going to be of use, is by sucking me off.”

You could feel Alastor’s shadow buzzing with anger. You looked at the pathetic man in front of you. You knew the walls of the hotel were thick because there were horrible things that were happening in those rooms. Which meant nobody would hear the pig scream for help.

You looked around the room as you gracefully took off your heels. You couldn't find anything that could be used as a weapon so… You walked toward the man who spread his legs eagerly.

“ Alice sends her regards.”

“ What–?”

You plunged your heel in the man's eye. You smiled sweetly, he screamed louder than Alastor’s father did. You tore off his eye, removing it from your shoe. You knew Alastor would want to keep it. You put the eyeball on the table as the man was screaming from pain, holding his head in his hands. You wondered if your shoe could kill him, if you plug the heel in his throat?

“ You bitch !”

You held your hand toward you with a satisfied smile already raising your shield. The man ran toward you, wanting to tackle you on the ground,  but as he rushed toward you, his body passed through your shield, crashing into you, making you feel a huge pain in your eyes. You screamed as you were pinned on the ground, fuzzy.

What happened? You felt like your shield had broken into a million pieces, making you feel a pain like when you were forced off your trance. You opened your eyes as he took your mask off and stared down at you.

“ You little cunt ! You are that bitch’s friend, aren’t you!” 

You saw him raise his fist, ready to punch you but you held your hand in front of you, one more time. His fist crashed against your shield making you feel the same pain in your eyes. You squinted, trying to hold your shield but as the man was looking at his hand, confused, you saw Alastor’s shadow wrapping itself around the man, trying to get him off of you.

You tried once more to push the man off you with your shield but it was like carrying a fucking bear off you. 

You sighed in relief as you managed to get off from under the man as he was struggling with the shadow. 

“ You witch !”

You watched as the shadow came back toward you, frowning. The man was too big for it to hold him on the floor. You bit your lips as the man stood up, still groaning in pain. You weren’t a hunter like Alastor, you would have to win with your own talent. 

“ That’s not how you are supposed to treat a lady, you irrelevant prick.”

You turned your head toward his voice as Alastor came from a dark corner of the room, his red eyes the only thing that could be seen before he stepped in the light. Larry looked at Alastor.

“ Victor ! What..? Just, take care of your woman ! She is crazy, look at what she has done!”

Alastor hummed as he walked toward the wounded man, his arms nicely settled behind his back. He took a look at the man's face who let him. Did he really think Alastor was on his side?

“ Oh, it does seem terrible, you shall excuse my woman, she only has done it once. She will get better!” he smiled at the man before taking out a knife from his pocket and plunging it in the chest of the man. You could see Alastor’s grimace, it seemed like the blade wasn’t long enough to hit any vital organs. 

The man tried to tackle Alastor on the ground but he gracefully avoided it with an excited smile. You watched as his shadow came back to him with its hideous smile.

“ My bad, it’s also my second time. I’m still not used to killing pigs.” he laughed as he played the blade with his fingers. He kept making fun of the man as Larry tried to catched Alastor . After a few seconds Larry fell near the sofa on all fours, breathing hard. You walked toward Alastor with a smile, it would be easier than with his father.

Alastor pecked your lips before looking at the man.

“ Come on, we only die once, you should smile more!”

You freezed as Larry took a gun from under the sofa’s cushions and pointed it toward you. 

“ You son of bitches,” you saw Alastor flinched at the insults but he kept his smile” I’ll send you back to hell!”

You needed to protect Alastor.

You held your hand in front of you as he shot, your eyes buzzing with energy. You felt like you weren’t the one moving your body, the bullet stopped in front of you but this time, you didn’t just stop it. The bullet was still in the air, not moving. You pointed toward the man's direction and the bullet flew, like it had been shot from a gun, right into the man’s thighs.

You just telekinesised an object.

You stared at your hands with a euphoric feeling in your body. 

“ Fuck, what was that !” you heard the pig scream. He shot once more and you did the exact same thing, under Alastor’s fond gaze. You pointed toward the gun, the bullet passing through the weapon, destroying it.

“ Haha ! What a show, folks! That’s the show I wanted to see!” he laughed as he passed a hand in his hair, walking toward the man who was laying on his back, screaming agony as Alastor’s foot dug into the wound you made with the bullet. “ Isn’t it much more interesting that poor ladies who don't have the choice but to be here?” He nodded as the pig screamed once more. “ You are right ! I’m relieved you’ve finally reached the voice of reason.” he crouched above the man, holding his chin with his gloved hand.

“ Now, give me a big smile~!” he said before carving a smile into the man’s flesh. You bounced toward Alastor with a big smile, not caring about the pig’s screams.

“ Alastor, did you see? Did you see what I did? Did you?” you beamed as he stopped working on his living canvas, staring fondly at you.

“ I did, dearest. You looked delicious.” he smirked as you leaned toward him, asking for a kiss which he gladly gave you.  You looked at him as he finished carving the big smile into Larry’s face, the man crying from pain. “ Perfect, now, I just need to let out some steam.” you tilted your head at his words. “ Come on Larry, don’t die on me yet!” 

You lay on the sofa, kicking your feet in the air as Alastor began to stab Larry multiple times. You were almost sad to not have taken a camera with you.  You counted in your head how many times Alastor stabbed the man while encouraging the poor soul to stay alive. Sometimes you would ask Alastor for a kiss because you were getting bored and hearing a pig's screams wasn’t very interesting in the long run. 

Alastor would stop his stabbing on the pig and tug you toward him, kissing you as Larry was begging you for life. He stopped begging Alastor for his life at the 20th stab. Now, he would look at you, pleading with his eyes. But you would just ask Alastor for a kiss each time, kissing him deeply, stroking his bloody cheeks and tasting the blood on his lips. 

Sometimes Alastor’s shadow would tickle you to entertain you. You would clapp with the same rhythm of Alastor’s stab, encouraging Larry to stay alive. 

“ If you stay alive, who knows, maybe Alice will marry you! Come on Larry!”

You think the pig died at the 87th stab. You whined, disappointed but Alastor didn’t stop. He kept stabbing him even as the body was beginning to be cold. 

He stabbed and stabbed and stabbed and stabbed.

124.

He stabbed the man 124 times.

He threw his head back, his face all bloodied.

“ Aahh. I feel better!” he smiled at you, his eyes glinting with madness and fondness. You sat up, stretching yourself with a big grin. You couldn't wait to go home. He stood up and tugged you toward him, kissing your cheeks.

“ What do we do with the body?”

“ We leave it.”

You looked at Alastor with wide eyes. Leaving it here ? He kissed your lips, chuckling at your expression. You shook your head, trying to clear your head.

“First of all, how did you come in? The door was locked.”

“ Well, let's just say I’m working with interesting spirits… Now! I’ll set the room on fire, we need to find a solution on how you could leave…” he looked around.

“ Can’t I pass through the shadows like you did?”

“ Unfortunately, I don’t think your spirit would like that.” he tilted his head with a sorry smile. You looked at the windows.

“ I could pass through the windows and enter another room?”

“ We are in the highest part of the hotel, light of my life. What are you trying to do?” He raised an eyebrow with a mocking smile. You stuck your tongue to him before walking toward the windows, being mindful of not stepping into the pig’s blood. You opened the wide windows and looked around. You smirked, bingo! The room next to you was open ! You looked at Alastor with a teasing expression.

“ No.”

“ We don’t have a choice, Alastor.”

“ Of course we have, you just decided to make this choice because you want to be a brat.”

You winked at him before passing through the windows, putting your feet on the balcony. You would just have to jump on the other balcony and that would be it. You turned toward Alastor who threw you something.

You almost let it drop when you saw it was the pig’s eyes.

“ Alastor !” you seethed.

“ Put it in the other room. See you downstairs, dearest.” he winked at you before lighting a match and throwing it on the bed. You looked as the fire was beginning to be bigger, just from one single match. You jumped on the other balcony and entered the room where a couple was sleeping. From all the bottles of alcohol on the floor, you supposed they had fun… You put the eye on the table, next to an empty bottle.

You undressed yourself, your dress was all bloody. You opened the closet and took a dress, knowing you would have to make it disappear. You took the mask the lady was wearing, you supposed.You took off your wig and hid it in the closet. You undone your braids that Marie has made, making your hair wavy. You dressed up before leaving the room, hurrying to go downstairs. You walked, trying to look confident with your rabbit mask.

You almost freezed when you felt an arm around your waist. You turned your face and recognized Alastor, even if he was wearing a wolf mask. He grinned at you before going toward the buffet and gave you a piece of cake. You smiled at him, eating the delicious cake. You turned your head toward a policeman who was urging everyone to go outside because a fire had started. Alastor guided you outside, but as you were running with everyone, you saw John passing next to you in a rush, going toward the stairs. 

It seemed like he was doing his job well, playing the heroic policeman. 

Alastor and you walked to Alice’s home while chatting about what just had happened. You took off your mask,sighing in relief.

“ It was clever of you to change your outfit knowing the old one would be destroyed by the fire or used to put the blame on the sleeping couple. But, now darling, we are never following your plan again. You will never be a bait, I’ll just do it my way.” said Alastor as he took off his own mask. You pouted but he didn’t let you open your mouth to replicate. “ No.”

You entered Alice’s mansion and sat on the sofa in the living room waiting for your friend to come, which she did, almost tripping on the armchair.

“ Are you okay? I heard there was a fire not too far from here? Does it mean the… the plan is delayed ?” she asked in her pajamas.

“ We know something you don’t know~.” you sang at her. She looked at you, confused. “ The pig is dead, trust us.” you smiled at her and beamed even more when she relaxed in her chair.

“ Thank God… But, the picture..? Is it destroy?”

Fuck, you didn’t think about that.

“ No worries, you ungrateful pest. I took care of it.” Alastor took a picture from his coat and threw it at Alice. “ This is the only one, I looked everywhere.” You looked at him, perplexed.

“ What if he had others in his home?” Asked Alice.

“ I’ve looked everywhere,” said Alastor with a wicked grin. “ So, unless you want to worry about nothing, which would amuse me so please do it, there is nothing that can be used against you.”

Alice sighed in relief, thanking you and Alastor multiple times. Alastor seemed uninterested, looking at his nails before looking at you.

“ I can not wait to talk about it on my broadcast, tomorrow.” you laughed as he began to tell the tale of how a deer and a doe killed a pig because an annoying bird couldn’t do it itself.

“ Am I the bird?” asked Alice, frowning.

“ Of course, you are as noisy and useless as them.”

“ You–!”

 You laughed as Alice and Alastor kept throwing insults against each other. What a good way to end the week.

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𝜗𝜚 | CHAPTER FOUR : tutoring.

NEXT… CHAPTER FIVE : accidental kiss.

you sat at the grand dining table, chandelier dimming the area hanged above you and textbooks of different curriculum surrounded you. you were diligently working through difficult math questions with megumi, breaking down each problem step by step. the room filled with flashy decor and high ceilings only further echoed your explanations.

“alright megumi, for this one i want you to do it on your own. if you get stuck, look back at the previous problems we worked on.” you said in a patient and encouraging voice.

just as megumi was about to start to solve the problem before him, the one and only satoru burst through the custom wooden doors with a mischievous grin on his face. “good evening miss.l/n, megumi. how’s the tutoring session going?”

megumi sighed, clearly in annoyance and frustration. “it was going well until now.”

you warmly smiled at satoru. “it’s going well mr.gojo. megumi doesn’t seem to be having any trouble with his studies at all.”

satoru leaned casually on the back of a dinning chair, his eyes twinkling in excitement. “please, call me satoru. there’s no need for you to be so formal.” he then glances at the textbooks, “math, huh? i always found it interesting how numbers can just..add up. almost like how we keep running into each other.”

you chuckled at his light joke, “it’s quite the coincidence, isn’t it?” you asked while turning to megumi, giving him your full attention.

megumi could only roll his eyes and mutter, “more like the world’s way of conspiring against me..”

satoru quickly ignored megumi’s comment and continued, “so, miss.l/n, do you enjoy teaching? you must be very passionate about it if you’re able to put up with this brat.” satoru playfully ruffles megumi’s hair but his hand was quickly slapped away.

“teaching definitely wasn’t my first nor second choice but i’ve grown to love it.” you replied, “seeing bright students like megumi and being able to push them to be the greatest is rewarding.”

satoru’s goofy grin only widen. “you know, you have a way of talking that’s just so captivating. your students are lucky to hear you speak everyday.”

a light blush spreads across your face, from your ears to the tip of your nose. “thank you satoru, that’s very kind of you to say.” som would find it odd calling him by his first name but it came out so casually it made his heart flutter.

megumi groaned in annoyance, loud enough to snap the eye contact between you and his guardian. “can we please get back to the math problem?” he clearly has grown uncomfortable with the tension in the room.

but satoru couldn’t let some lousy kid ruin his shot, he was just on a roll! “of course, of course i’ll let you go after one more question.” he said while glancing back at megumi and then setting his eyes on you once again. “what do you do in your free time when you’re not inspiring the kids of our future? maybe we could find some common interest.”

before you could answer, the heavy double doors of the dinning room swing open once again. it was satoru’s mother, an intimidating figure with a very stern expression. her eyes quickly examined the scene before her, narrowing her eyes on you.

“satoru, what is this?” she demanded. “who and why is this woman tutoring megumi?”

satoru quickly shifted his demeanor. going from a playful, flirtatious puppy to a presentable young man. “mother, this is miss.y/n l/n. she’s megumi’s teacher and tutor. an excellent tutor i should add.”

his mother’s lips thinned as she continued to examine what seemed to be every feature of yours. her lips soon turned into a disapprovement line. “i was not aware we were seeking…employment from the outside world. especially from someone who looks..well inexperience.”

your face flushed in embarrassment, feeling like you entered uncharted territory. but you stood up and bowed out of respect, maintaining your composure. “mrs.gojo, i can assure you that i am very much qualified to tutor megumi. i’ve studied in-“

“qualifications on paper mean little. experience and dynasty is what matters when it comes to our family. megumi is like a grandson to me, and he deserves only the best our family can provide. surely my son didn’t cheap out on you, did he megumi?” her icy gaze turned into a warming, innocent expression as she turned to megumi.

“mother, that’s enough. miss.l/n is more than qualified to tutor megumi. after all, she’s the reason he hasn’t been expelled from his academy.” satoru said as he stepped forward in your defense.

but being the stubborn woman she was, she wasn’t going to let it down without a fight. “satoru, i will not let our family’s name be tarnished from subpar tutoring. you could’ve asked me to arrange a private tutor for him. this is unacceptable.” she whispered to him, quiet enough to keep megumi out of it but loud enough to bring you down.

being clearly hurt, you began to gather all your things. “i completely understand, mrs.gojo. i apologize for the inconvenience and if i caused any offense.”

satoru’s eyes flashed with saddens as he turned around to see you leave. “miss.l/n, please, you don’t need to leave. you’re more than capable of educating megumi. please, have a seat.” he said while pulling your chair out.

his mother’s gazed shifted to satoru, her expression hardening. “satoru, you may be the head of this family but i still have a say in what’s best for this family.”

tears began to form in your eyes, was your presence truly a burden to the family?

satoru took a deep breathe, desperately trying to remain calm in front of you. had it been any other person, he would’ve listened to his mother in a heartbeat. “miss.l/n, i’m very sorry for my mothers behavior. your help is appreciated, and i know how much your deeply care for megumi. please, continuing tutoring him if you’re willing to.”

you hesitated to answer, your eyes flickering between satoru and his mother. “i appreciate your efforts but i don’t want to cause any more trouble.” you whispered.

“you’re not causing any trouble,” satoru said while gently grabbing your items and placing them down on the table. “my mother is. this is my home and you’re more than welcomed to stay.”

with his persistence, you felt comfortable to sit back down in your seat. you nodded in agreement to stay, avoiding his mother’s sharpening glare.

he turns to his mother, “we can continue this conversation in my office, away from megumi and my guest.” he spat out.

his mother eyes only blazed with anger as she stomped out the room. as her heels clacking slowly faded away you let go a breath you were unaware you were holding in.

“i’m really sorry about that. she’s..a difficult person, to say the least. it’s her away or the highway type of person.” he smiled apologetically.

you attempted to reciprocate the same smile but you were still a bit shaken up by the interaction. “it’s okay satoru, i’m glad you stuck up for me.”

megumi let out a sigh of relief, “so, does that mean you’ll continue to be my teacher and my tutor?”

you could only chuckle as his concern comment unintentionally lightened the mood. “of course i will, megumi! now let’s get back to that math problem.”

satoru took a deep breath as he approached his home office. he knew what- or who awaited him before the wooden doors. he braced himself for the confrontation. the heavy doors creaked, revealing his mother sitting in his high black leather chair, her posture being straighter than paper.

“mother,” satoru greeted but not in his chirpy tone like he would use with you or megumi. it was natural with not emotion behind it.

“satoru,” she replied, it was more viscous and icy. “we need to talk.”

he closed the doors behind him and walked over to his desk, leaning against it while placing both hands on it. his demeanor is in all seriousness, a rare sight to see. “i already know what you’re going to say, and i’m telling you right now- miss.l/n stays.”

her eyes narrowed, “is her qualifications that impressive, or is there something more to your interest in her?”

satoru immediately backs off the desk and avoids her gaze. “miss.l/n is an excellent teacher. like i said before, she vouched for megumi when he was near expulsion. she cares for his education and future, there’s nothing more to it,” he expressed.

his mother stood up from his chair and clasped her hands. “very well, i’ll drop the matter for now. but there’s another issue we must discuss- your status as a single man.”

satoru’s brows furrowed in confusion. “what about it?”

“you are the head of the gojo family,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “it’s time you start fulfilling your responsibilities as the leader. you need to find a suitable spouse and provide a worthy successor.”

he sighed, running his hands through his white hair. “well i’m aware of my responsibilities, mother. but i don’t see why we need to rush any of this.”

“because you’re nearing thirty, and it’s past time you start settling down. if you don’t find a worthy partner before your cousin’s wedding, i’ll take matters into my own hands and find one for you.”

satoru’s stomach turned into knots knowing his cousin’s wedding was less than a year away. his jaw clenched before he spoke up, “by a ‘worthy partner’ you mean somebody who fits your exact standards?”

“precisely!” she said while giving him a small peck on his cheek. “someone who comes from a prestigious and noble background, with proper upbringing and connections that could further benefit our clan.”

satoru exhaled sharply before speaking his mind. “and what if i want to marry somebody who doesn’t fit the standard? what if i want to chose for myself?”

his mother laughs. she laughs in front of his face for asking such a silly question. it takes her a good minute before she calms herself down. “your personal desires are to be put aside. you will do what’s best for the family.”

he could only stare at his mother. “and what if what’s best for the family doesn’t come from a prestigious background? what if it’s someone genuine and cares about me?”

her voice was steely. “then she’ll spend everyday to make herself into something she’s not. go ahead and bring some commoner into this family.”

the tension was thick. satoru felt his mother’s words pierced through his chest and mentally suffocated. it hurt because she was right, she was always right.

“you may think you have a choice,” she whispered, “but remember your decisions affect more than yourself.”

she quietly excuses herself out the office, leaving him in a mental battle of doubt. the weight of his family’s expectations were catching up to him and started to drag him down to the depths of hell. he sat down as he ran his hands through his hair. it would mean nothing to bring a regular girl into his clan other than to prove his point. but he couldn’t help to think about you and the rare moments of genuine connection he felt around you. his breathing slowed down and his nervous fidgeting stopped. maybe, just maybe, there was a way he could follow a path that’ll satisfy both him and his clan.

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