#Call me Beholding the way I’m DEVOURING THIS

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[the-xolotl]

Bring You To Heaven.

David Shaw x Reader

ღ Itty bitty snip !!

ღ A/N: I had full intention of turning this into a full one-shot but then other fixations took my energy asdfgnak but if y’all would like to see this as a full length snip lmk ! I hadn’t written my big wolf boy in such a long time. Davey I’m coming home sweetie.

Summary: David is just so good to you, you want to return the favor.

—• TAGS: dom/sub dynamics, doesn’t get to the smut, implied oral, Reader gets on their knees, body worship, no use of y/n, David still calls you Angel.

You smiled mischievously at him, fingers gliding their way under his shirt and traveling up dragging them along the tanned, tight muscles of his torso and chest. He has an amused grin playing on his lips as he held your gaze. He loved those big doe eyes that carried so much love, dedication, even hints of reverence even when you acted like a brat.

David figured he could entertain whatever his mate is planning for a little while, raising his arms allowing for his shirt to be taken off and promptly discarded somewhere on the floor. Your heated gaze fell down on his bare skin, stepping back just barely to admire him better. The alpha is always a sight to behold and you never quite get use to the view. It’s always like seeing him for the very first time.

Your heart raced as hungry eyes devoured him whole shamelessly. It didn’t take long for your hands to continue the exploration of his perfectly sculptured upper body.

“And just where do you plan on taking this, little angel?” He asked with genuine curiosity underlying his words. Because he knew he still the dominant, knew that this wasn’t about a power switch. He couldn’t help but wonder, the suspense of not knowing where you’re taking him is thrilling. David also know how full of surprises you are.

You didn’t respond for a minute, not with words. You took his hands in your gently caressing your thumb over his knuckles, then leaning your head forward to leave a few chaste kisses on his neck, collarbones and chest earning pleased hums from the alpha.

Your eyes traveled up again, locking with his, “You know, you spend so much time taking care of me,” you spoke softly, “Adoring me and my body. It’s time I do the same for you, don’t you think?” You slowly descended down to your knees, never breaking eye contact. Once knelt, brining on of his big hands to nuzzle your cheek against, his thumb instinctively caressing them back.

The alpha felt his breath hitch on his chest, and you didn’t miss the way his expression began to darken. He breath out “Angel…” just as softly as they’d spoken to him. Like a prayer. They smiled again, “And that little nickname you always call me… Why doesn’t my alpha allow his angel to take him to heaven then?”

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⤷ dividers : cafekitsune ✰

[deuxadeux-if]

Hi Ray! I DEVOURED the demo and fell so hard for R! Then went back, saw your R post with the quote, "I am many things but not a keeper" - MY HEART! Ugh, I'm so excited to see more of him! I was also wondering about your creative process - did you conceptualize the characters or situations first? Or was it all together from the start?

THANK YOUUUU <3 love R they’re a sweetie and a bit of a mess.

also ah that’s a fun question! *extremely long answer below SORRY*

so truly this initially started out as a sort of anti-mafia romance (so to speak), i wanted to show the potential (and very rarely explored, in my experience) dark side of a whirlwind romance with a very wealthy, politically-connected, industry-kingpin pursuer and a normal/average person. sort of a “beware” story, lol.

it was going to be on like Wattpad I think and was going to be a thriller where T and N (the Lyonses) seem very attractive and intriguing but end up being like completely EVIL! MC and M were meant to end up together, M was very much in danger with the Lyonses but unable to escape. R wasn’t even a potential romance, believe it or not. also Erin and Theo did not exist!

also “deux à deux” means (roughly) two by two, which makes more sense as the initial story had two pairings, T & N and MC & M. i just kept it that way because i’m sentimental and i think it sounds pretty baller lol.

obviously have gone in a very different direction now, as i don’t really like writing full-on villains tbh i love moral greyness and the angst it brings ahahaha. also i was like god i always end up writing stories (before writing IFs) with EXTREMELY complex character dynamics and very detailed characterizations for the characters, very much web-weave-y. i was like this story could lowkey eat as a game where all the characters are ROs and everyone’s perspective is there to be explored if the player wants to find out where they’re coming from!

that said, i would say it started from an idea (wanting to write a sort of anti-dark-romance-didactic-satire story) and the characters. after months of sitting on it, uninspired to write it that way, i was like wait i’ll just take the seed of that idea and do something i’ve been wanting to do for forever, which is make an IF! lo and behold, deux à deux was born.

the situations are loosely planned already (up through chapter 4 i have all the plot events nailed down), but between chapter 4 and the climax and end i’m lowkey floating a few different ideas just because what i initially had planned (for the wattpad novel story) will prob not work here.

also, there will be 4-5 different ways the story will pan out, like a complete and total branching after a big decision PC makes at the end of chapter 4 and the story will go in COMPLETELY different directions because the PC will need to do different things to accomplish their goals. i know the options for this choice, but i am currently stewing (what i call it when i let my subconscious work shit out for like a month while i actively work on different things—believe it or not that actually works quite well for me!) on the actual plot points that will happen in each branch.

sorry for the long ass answer u got me excited hahahha!

— ray

[notelcol]

Silver and Gold.

In which you find an equal in Loki🐍

Kind of AU + made up planet💚

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes.🫣

I fell from the heavens and landed on Earth. They called me an angel but that was far from true. I would run through hoards of men with my sword and not think twice of the blood that stained my hands. Centuries on the tiny planet felt like days to me, but eventually the days caught up. I locked away my silver sword and let Earth fend for itself. I closed my eyes to the carnage of this wretched planet, and allowed it to devour itself.

I hid myself away in New York City, invisible amongst the swarms of humans. The solace of my bookshop, was medicine to my tired soul. I stayed there for years, watching as the world changed. I should have felt peace. Instead I was reminded of my loneliness. The silver archways and glittering skylines of my home a distant memory, only appearing to taunt me. Celestia was gone, only known in stories as the ‘fallen star’. Now I must endure my aeons of life surrounded by beings who will die before i gain so much as a wrinkle. Before I could think any deeper, the ringing of my shop bell freed me from my self pity.

A man in an immaculately tailored suit and a long black coat walked in. I immediately recognised him as the Asgardian prince who invaded some time ago. Admittedly, I was intrigued when he arrived. While it was clear he was a pawn in someone else’s game, his intentions were not all dissimilar to what mine once were. He wished to make the humans be better.

“Lord of the flies.” I whistled at his choice. “It’s a dark one, I’m you’ll appreciate that.” I joked a little, noticing his surprise at my talking to him.

“Thank you. You are actually the first store to serve me.” His statement did not surprise me.

“Well you did almost destroy the whole city.” I regretted my tone after seeing his face drop slightly. “But who hasn’t levelled a town for a higher purpose once or twice, right?” I smirked at his bewildered expression. I truly thought he would ask but when he continued to look confused, I decided to introduce myself.

“I am the Princess of Celestia, it is my pleasure to meet you Prince Loki.” He laughed in delight when I removed the charm that hid my glow.

“I always thought Celestia was a fairytale.” The reflection of my glow only made the wonder in his eyes shine brighter. The golden god was indeed a sight to behold.

“The fallen prince of the nine realms and the heir to the fallen star.” His voice trailed off, almost a whisper, as if he was lost in a faraway world. “We could be wondrous.” He held out his hand and asked me to take it. Could I really leave the solace I created, for a fantasy? All I had ever dreamed of was standing asking me to take it. Yet all I could do was look.

“We have both failed ourselves and our thrones one way or another.” His statement cut deep, but it was true. I did let my people down when I failed to save them. “We are both stuck here, but maybe can be a good thing.” He held up a finger when he realised he was loosing me. “Maybe together we can do better.” His eyes pleaded with my own as he finished his speech. He had me.

I couldn’t stop the grin from taking over when at last, I grabbed his hand. I summoned my sword and we ran. For the first time since I fell to Earth, I was running with someone who could keep up. Hand in hand, we would fight to make ourselves and this world better. We were two sides of the same coin. Silver and gold.

Thank you for reading this ✨

[r0und3bitch]

𝕭𝖋𝖋’𝖘 - 𝕴 𝕯𝖎𝖉 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕭𝖆𝖉

𝕽𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝕰𝖗𝖆 𝖀𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 ✰ 「𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊」

summary: you did something bad with your best friend… but why’s it feel so good?

warnings: 18+ only!!! best friends pairing, exhibitionist kink, cheating, partying, underage drinking, sassiness (lol) 

notes: from the vault drafts ✨

word count: 1.2k 

“Fuck—someone’s going to hear us. Ohhhh my god.”

“Shhhh, need you to relax” as another terribly stifled moan escapes you. “Thought you would like that.”

Like that — you did indeed, as his mouth attacked your most delicate needy area, feeling his tongue work against your pulsing clit, slow circles turning rapid. He’d pulled you away from the roaring party happening beneath you, discreetly yanking you into the small bathroom upstairs as he whispered something in your ear about a mirror.

“Right there! Right there, Rafe—“ His entire mouth ruining you as your cheeks puff out. Feeling one of his thick ring clad fingers slide into your tight hole, overstimulating you to the max. You’ve never had a man touch you like this and the result if obvious

“You’re a mess, sweetheart.”

“Your mess— cause of you.” 

The words made Rafe’s eyes turn dark before seeing them roll back into his head, only the top of his face visible as the bottom half completely devours you. 

“Then why is your boyfriend downstairs right now, hmm? Hasn’t even glanced at you once all night.”

Rafe doesn’t bother mentioning that he heard your so called boyfriend downstairs talking shit to his friends. That he’d heard him in passing by trying to make his way to the keg, the vile words only to be followed by your name was all it took before he was finding you on the other end of the property. Coming up swiftly with a hand around your waist, already guiding you discreetly away upstairs. 

The pout forming on your lips at the truth of it combined with his own attached to you, making a promise. 

“I’d never…”

You gaze up into the full length mirror on the wall, eyes settling on the image of him on his knees in front of, devouring you whole and fully lose your mind, letting any hope of rationale or sense fade away. 

Him, your boy, your actual boy on his knees before you, giving you his full and undivided attention is truly a sight to behold. Him, one hand wrapped tightly around your thigh, the other coming up to pinch your nipple between his fingers, only making you scream louder. Your hands, clutched down so hard that your knuckles are white, shake violently against the counter stop when you see those icy blue eyes catch yours. 

Losing yourself in the blue depths; pleasure overtaking every single part of your body as Rafe gladly laps up your offering, taking every single ounce you gave to give him. 

You’ve barely ridden it out before you’re mumbling incoherently, reaching for him.  

“I need you, Rafe.” as he chuckes at your eagerness, causing your brow to furrow even though he’s already pulling his pants down, raising up to your level. “What do you want me to beg for it?”

You will. You would do anything. 

“Never.” as he slides his thickness into you, feeling it stretch you out in the most intense way as he lets out an elongated groan. 

“Ohhhh my god, this pussy. You feel so fucking good. Don’t be shy baby, I want everyone at this party to hear how good I’m fucking you, how damn good you’re taking me…”

As if on cue, you hear the sounds of fists knocking on the door against the loud moans Rafe’s drawing out of you, breathy pants filling the small space as you hear his skin smack against yours, not slowing down as he yells out a strained response. 

“Someone’s in here!”

“Rafe—“ as you grab as his shirt, balling the material into your fists. “You feel so fucking deep in me, baby” you encourage him on. “Mmmmmm fuck.”

You lean slightly back so Rafe can get a better view of himself sliding in and out of you in the mirror in front of him. When he looks up his entire voice catches in his throat and comes out a snarl. 

“Fucking Christ, Y/N” his grip on your hips is relentless as he ruts into even faster now. “You feel unreal.”

Your head spins at his words, feeling like your skin is on fire when a thunder like boom rattles from the door again several times, Rafe violently screaming his response while never tearing his eyes from you. 

“FIND ANOTHER FUCKING BATHROOM!”

There’s voices on the other end of the door but the observation doesn’t seep deeply enough into your brain for it to become an actual thought, the feeling of Rafe filling you whole the only capacity in your brain. 

“You like being my little slut, don’t you? Hmm? You like knowing there’s people out there hearing you get fucked like this by your best friend while your boyfriends downstairs?“

His words should bother you, should riddle you with guilt. But they don’t. 

Once Rafe had slightly tapped into your dirty talk kink, there was no turning back, driving full force ahead whenever given the opportunity. 

“Yeah, baby? You just needed that dick so bad, hmm? Been begging me to fuck this tight pussy of yours the second we got here. Don’t think I didn’t see you looking at me the second you showed up here with him.”

“I can’t help it, Rafey.”

That word, used solely to irritate him throughout the course of growing up. A word once hated now made his cock twitch when uttered from the woman whose pussy he was currently buried into. 

“You like being bad don’t you?” 

“Yes, Daddy. Mmmmm, I touched myself earlier thinking of you, right before he picked me up. I couldn’t help it.”

“Shit—You’re gonna be the fuckin death of me, Y/N. Spread your legs open further for me baby, I want to feel every part of you”

You gasp loudly when he hits that spot deep within you, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head, the sight forming that pit your stomach. 

“Don’t stop, Rafe. I’m fucking begging you, please god don’t stop.”

“Fuck—hold on tight to me baby, I’m about to fuckin destroy you.”

“Ohhhhhhh my god!” You’re literally screaming at this point as Rafe fucks the life out of you, dick moving in and out of you at a relentless pace as your body is pounded back into the counter as neither of you even remotely attempt to keep quiet as both come undone, messy sounds erupting into a chorus of filth. 

Not a minute later, the proof of your actions still blatantly obvious, Rafe pushes the door open, walking hand in hand with you out of the bathroom, greeting the now long line of people gathered in a line for the bathroom. 

Among the irritated faces, Sarah Cameron stands with her arms crossed, disgusted look met with the worlds heaviest eye roll as the two of you walk past her. 

“By the way Y/N, I saw Dylan downstairs. Ya know, your boyfriend - bet he would love to chime in on this...” 

Rafe looks over to see that rare devilish grin take over your face, feeling you squeeze his hand that’s tangled with your own as you throw your head back at his sister laughing, resolve clear. 

“Dylan who?”

Now all he thinks about is me I can feel the flames on my skin Crimson red paint on my lips If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming…

They say I did something bad But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could It just felt so good

[nomstellations]

Rayquaza?

SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER it’s way longer than a drabble! i wanted to do a lot of new things w this one and used your request to experiment with some stuff...i hope you like it! 

Carrying a basket full of flowers, Meille leaned down and plucked a few from the meadow she was walking through and tucked them away. She smiled to herself looking at her haul, this should be plenty of flowers to weave into a lovely wreath to offer to Lord Tropos. He quite liked the scent of the flowers that grew here on the mountain, it would make for a nice offering to adorn his domain with.

Lord Tropos was the guardian deity of the humble mountain village Meille called home. He watched over not only the village, but the ruins nearby and whatever they contained. Despite his size and intimidating appearance, he was a rather kind deity and enjoyed interacting with the villagers. A little wreath of flowers was a humble offering to him, but it was one she knew he’d appreciate. Now to get back home and get to work on it…it was a bit of a trip to the temple he resided in, and she wanted to deliver it before sundown! With this goal in mind Meille started the trek back home. It shouldn’t be long, it was just a stroll on this path through a little wooded area….

However, before she could make it far, growling from someplace among the trees caught her attention. There weren't many hostile things that lived up here, could it just be a hurt animal? There was a little grove close by, it sounded like it came from there…not one to shy away from someone or something in need, Meille abandoned the path to investigate. She stumbled over a thick green vine on the ground on her way to the clearing, but upon closer investigation…it was a familiar scaly tail. Something was wrong. Carefully sneaking around it and following it back to its source and hiding behind a tree to see what was going on. Lo and behold, there was her village deity coiled around some poor soul, and he looked furious.

"Interloper," he hissed, glaring at the man in his coils. "Did you truly think I wouldn’t notice you and your group skulking about? Plotting in the shadows?” His coils grew a little tighter, and the man in his grip whimpered. “N-no, we’re just l-lost! We were gonna ask for directions in that nice village close by-” He was cut off with a groan from the tightening coils around him. “So you could bring harm to them? I am no fool, boy…” The god leaned down, his bangles and jewelry jingling as he met gazes with the man. “I’ve been to your camp. You came here prepared to steal, and fight if you must. You know this village hides treasure…and I’m willing to bet you thought the village’s guardian was just a mere human, hmm? You thought wrong.”

Meille could hardly watch, but something transfixed her to the scene unfolding before her. She had never seen Lord Tropos act this way before…he was always gentle and kind, he treated everyone with care and was always mindful of his size and strength. But here…he was downright frightening. "P-please! If you let me go, I’ll never set foot on this mountain again! I-I swear!”

"Oh, you most certainly won't." He bared his fangs, a low growl starting in his throat. "I have no patience for petty thieves who think they can stomp around and rob who they please. I'll show you how I deal with scum like you entering my domain."  Tropos' next movement was so swift, neither Meille nor the thief in his coils had any time to react. His mouth opened wide, clamping down over the poor man’s head and half of his torso. Meille could only watch in shock and stunned awe as her guardian deity started to swallow, pulling the thief into his throat. He was devouring someone alive when she knew Lord Tropos to be a peaceful and gentle sort…yet something about this scene transfixed her rather than terrify her, and she watched the wriggling form of the thief slowly vanish between his jaws. It was fascinating to watch each gulp pull him deeper, the little bumps and bulges he made slowly vanishing into his body. It was over rather quickly thanks to Lord Tropos’ size, and he reclined in his coils with an irritated sigh as his meal settled into his first stomach and promptly started to kick up a fuss. Meille knew she should run, if he had a taste for people like that he could definitely make short work of her for seeing! But…something told her that wasn’t the case here.

Not like she had the chance to run anyhow, because he just so happened to look over and spot her staring at the wriggly bulge in his middle. His expression went from annoyed to surprised, face flushing in embarrassment as he had been caught full-bellied. “Ah!” Meille shrunk back behind the tree, causing his face to soften. “It’s okay little one, the danger is gone now. I…can explain, if you’ll allow me.” The god’s tone was back to its usual softness he often addressed the villagers with…hesitantly, Meille nodded. 

“Good. Come closer, if you would.”

Meille obeyed, gently setting down her basket of flowers and approaching Lord Tropos. He smiled at her, hoping to ease her tensions as he shifted to pick her up and place her on his emerald green coils. Meille shifted, eyes still on his stomach which was still twitching and wriggling about. This close she could hear muffled protests accompanied by gurgles…were they going to be okay? As if reading her mind he spoke. “I know it looks…bad, yes, but do you remember the promise I made to your people? If I had truly wanted to hurt him I would’ve bit him in two.” His voice lowered to a whisper, hoping his dinner guest wouldn’t hear this. “I have no intentions of harming this man or his colleagues, I only do harm when absolutely necessary. It’s not necessary to now, this was just to give him a scare…I’ll release him near his camp later, where he’ll turn tail and flee before they all get eaten. It works every time.”

Now reassured that nothing bad would happen, Meille continued to study the bulge in his stomach. She was more curious than anything else, wondering how it must feel to be in a stomach. This fellow certainly didn’t seem to like it much, if the muffled curses were anything to go by. “Um…does it hurt, having him wriggle around like that?” “Not particularly. It is rather annoying though, eating like that takes so much out of me…it’s hard to rest with him fighting so hard. I’m impressed.”

Meille frowned, he couldn’t rest…maybe she could do something about that. She moved closer, causing the god to shift to accommodate her as she planted her hands on his stomach, feeling the subtle movements beneath them. “Hmm? What are you doing, little one?” “I-if it’s not too forward, um…I want to help you relax! Think of it as thanks for keeping us safe…I know most of us don’t really touch you without permission, but…” Lord Tropos laughed. “Don’t be so stiff! That’s rather thoughtful of you. You seem quite curious about this anyhow, and I’m not one to stifle that. You may carry on.”

Despite his reassurance she still felt a bit nervous to be so up close and personal to him, but she eased her hands into his stomach and began to massage it. The thief inside registered this movement and started to squirm harder in protest, but with the combined internal and external massages his movements gradually started to settle. The dragon’s stomach appreciated the attention, happily burbling and grumbling as it harmlessly worked beneath her hands. Lord Tropos sighed, reclining further in his coils as he began to relax. “My my…you’re quite the little masseuse, aren’t you? Thank you. You’re welcome to rest here with me if you’d like, I know the village is close by…but that was quite a bit of excitement, don’t you agree? I’ve been told my tail is rather comfortable, too.”

It was surprisingly soft, yeah. If he was offering, it shouldn’t hurt…Meille pulled herself away from his stomach and opted to rest on his tail, closing her eyes and enjoying the sunlight on her. Now beginning to doze, her final thoughts before sleep claimed her was how comforting the sound of his stomach was.

[drakenology]

LIVINGROOMFLOW X EREN YAEGER

"I just wanna...."

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, unprotected sex, slight cumplay, cussing , a little bit of degradation, daddy kink, mild dirty talk, spitting, sex on the living room floor, cervix kissing, friends with benefits turned lovers, cunnilingus, soft face slapping & drug use (weed)

𝐀/𝐍: haii. shout out to @rekiri for beta-reading this as well as motivating me to finish this since this has been sitting in my drafts for months now. thank you mama 🥺💗. this is my first aot piece so pls be nice :( . I hope you guys enjoy and lemme know if you guys want more aot content! <3

The living room fogged as weed smoked floated through the air, commingling with the rays of sunlight that kissed the floor in streaks of warm yellow. Soft music played from your bluetooth speaker as Eren pulled you into his lap to kiss him hungrily after way too much small talk, exchanging gentle nibbles and heavy panting against your now swollen lips as his hands go to take off his hoodie.

You called him about an hour ago, craving a certain touch that only he could give. Eren arrived within twenty minutes with weed to smoke and a cock to fuck, just as desperate to knock your screws loose. He wasn’t your boyfriend. Just a good friend with even better dick to keep you company. Still, sometimes you wished he was yours. 

As you straddle his lap, Eren's hands explore your body, grabbing and squeezing at your ass while you grind your hips into his groin. Eren groans into your mouth, firm cock proof of just what you’re doing to him. You pull away, nuzzling your fingers into his long locks and ghosting your lips with his to breathily affirm how much you’ve missed him. Eren leans in to kiss you once more, missing the hot feeling of your lips on his after the brief exchange of sweet nothings.

He moans, suckling on your tongue gently as he guides you down to the floor. Your clothes melt off your body, soft kisses replacing every article of your pajamas as Eren adorned your nipples in his affection. His soft lips harden your buds instantly, his green eyes scanning you as his fingers hook around the hem of your panties. Without a word of warning, he discards the dampened fabric, hissing when he beholds your gorgeous cunt. His fingers part your drenched lips to feel you wet to the touch, smirking to himself with the satisfaction of knowing just how hot he makes you.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby.” Eren moans, his mouth on you before you can respond. His tongue works its magic as he slurps greedily

Your high pitched moans fill the room, almost drowning out the music that once occupied the space as your hands tangle into his hair. As Eren spelled your name with his tongue you see stars, whimpering as he devoured you without a single thought besides pleasing you.

Your climax was coming faster than you could think, your mind fuzzy yet full of thoughts of how fucking wonderful you felt.

“E-Eren..” You whine, arching your back off the fluffy rug that rested on your living room floor.

“Mm.. Yes, baby?” He answers between soft kisses to your folds, making out with your cunt passionately as you struggle to tell him how good his mouth feels. Your moans become more desperate as his mouth laps up your slick, letting out frantic cries as you grab and squeeze your breasts.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” You purr, gasping as his fingers replace his tongue. They sink deep inside you, making a ‘come here’ motion as his green eyes turn dark with need. He was determined to make you scream his name; to make you remember who makes you cum without even trying. Your slick practically comes gushing out of you as you cream on his fingers, hissing and ooo-ing as his fingers ride out your high. 

“Good fuckin’ girl..” He groans, eyes locked onto your every writhing movement of your body. His lips meet yours, panting into your mouth as he frantically casts his pants aside, pulling out his cock with a hiss.

“Bend over for me, baby.” Eren says sweetly, almost wanting to lean in and kiss you again but, fuck, he needs to get inside your cunt before he bursts. Literally.

You flip over, arching your back so your chest is flush to the ground as Eren teases your weeping cunt with the fat head of his cock to coat himself in your slick. You cry out, trying to back your hips up to sink him inside you only for Eren to hold your hips steady.

“Stay still. I got you.” He groans as the sight of your needy tendencies only making him want to fuck you more. He taps his cock against your soft lips one more time before pushing himself inside with a groan as he bottomed out. Your hands cling to the rug beneath you as he fucked the living daylights out of you, gasping and whining as the fat tip brushed deliciously against your gooey spots. Your eyes roll back at the sensation of his veiny cock massaging you from the inside, Eren’s hands smacking your ass as it jiggles in waves against his lap.

“This pussy’s mine, yeah?” He huffs, repeating the same question when you moan in response instead of verbally answering. 

“’S yours, daddy, ‘s all yours- nngh!” You answer shakily, your moans scrambling your words when he pushes deeper. Eren’s hands reach up, one grabbing your hair and the other wrapping around your neck; pulling you up to his chest look up at him. Eren parts your lips with his fingers pressed into your cheeks, spitting down onto your tongue and tapping your jaw to make you swallow it. He groans when you do, only rutting into you faster as obscene squelching and wet slapping fills the space between you two. 

“Nasty little slut.” He spat, moaning when your cunt starts squeezing him tighter, your mewls more high pitched and hoarse as his grip on your throat stays stern. You throw your ass back into him in time with his thrusts, Eren smirking and smacking the doughy flesh greedily. 

“Tha’s it, just like that.” He hissed, his cock growing sensitive as you both get closer to cumming together. Eren’s hands let go of your hair, his leg now propped up and standing firmly on the rug as he dragged you up and down on his dick by your arm. You scream his name, whatever music that was playing earlier now completely drowned out by your desperate pleas.

“Hnnn, E-Eren, don’t stop! Don’t fuckin’ stop.” You babble, your pussy starting to cream all over his cock as you feel yourself boil over. Your mouth hangs open in silent screams as he continues to fuck you hard through your climax, Eren soon following with a loud grunt. He spills inside you, his hot seed filling you as you both hum in satisfaction. Eren pulls out slowly and sits on his haunches, watching as his cum oozes out of your slutty cunt while he bites his lip. Fuck he almost wants to go again, the sight making his cock jump in excitement. His fingers catch it as it drips down your thigh, stuffing them into your cunt to work it back inside. You slowly lay flat on the floor on your stomach, Eren sitting next to you to roll up another joint for you to share. 

“I meant what I said.” He says cryptically. You crane your neck up to look at him, confused by what he meant.

“About what?” You question. Eren flicks his lighter, sparking up once the joint is tightly rolled. He takes a slow drag, blowing the weed smoke up into the air as the suns rays catch the clouds of the vapors. 

“That pussy’s mine.” 

[peakyblindersxx]

Hello!! Do you think you could write something John Shelby where his gf is very shy and innocent (like the complete opposite of him) like John was her first everything and after a while she asks John to be more rough with her in bed?? Like more dominant and aggressive?? Hope that made sense, thank you !!!

a\n: hey babe! ty soo much for requesting this cause i liked it so much i had to make an entire fic about it. i’m a sinner.  hope you enjoy!!

tagging my bestie @stxdyblr-2k ik you’ve been waiting love u !!

love, abi xxx

desperate - john shelby x reader 

warnings: nsfw!!! degradation, praise kink, power play, john being sexy as fuck

John Shelby was a sight to behold in bed. From the moment he had taken your virginity, slow and sweet in your best friend Ada Shelby’s guest room, John’s touch was slow and torturous, fingertips searing into your skin as he was soft and slow with you, making you come with his mouth and hands before even attempting to broach the subject of his cock inside you. You were already his, his pink lips a welcome relief as he lapped at your cunt, obscene sounds echoing off the walls. The two of you were tipsy, the rest of the party obscenely dancing to music playing from the gramophone downstairs. John had always been irresistible to you, but you were his younger sister’s innocent friend, whom you thought he never noticed. He was surprised that you even showed up to the party hanging off Ada’s arm, clad in a light pink silk dress that clung to your curves in a way that made his mouth water. He had watched you make your way through the party, downing whatever drink Ada passed your way. Finally, he got drunk enough to make his way over to you, your eyes sparkling as they met his, gin and tonic sloshing in the glass in your hand. The two of you fell into conversation, John’s fingertips grazing your bare back, causing goosebumps to prickle on your skin.

“Having fun?” John’s lips brushed against your ear as the two of you stood at the edge of the party, at the entrance to a hallway leading to a few spare rooms. You shivered at the contact, alcohol pumping through your veins, giving you the courage to be blunt. “It’d be better if you kissed me,” you smiled shyly, looking up at John through your eyelashes. John’s lips met yours, backing you up slowly against the wall as he kissed you gently, teeth tugging at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, like you’d dreamed of so many times before, kissing him back with fervor, letting out a soft whimper. John groaned, abruptly removing his lips from yours before tugging you into the nearest empty bedroom. He shut the door quickly, lifting you up with his hands on your ass as he connected his lips with yours again, setting you down on the bed before looking down at you with dilated pupils. 

“John, there’s something I need to tell you,” you murmured, looking down at the blanket on the bed. 

“What’s that, sweetheart?” John asked, peppering kisses on your collarbone. 

“I’m-I’m a virgin,” you blurted out, a blush spreading across your cheeks. 

John stopped and locked his blue eyes with yours. “You don’t need to be embarrassed about that, darling. It’s just.. Are you sure you want to do this? With me?”

You nodded, looking up at John under hooded eyes. “Yes.”

John wasted no time in covering your body with his, kissing you harder than before. And now, here you were, back arching into John’s face as he continued rubbing circles into your clit while he devoured you. You weren’t even conscious of the noises leaving your mouth as you came all over John’s face, eyes rolling back into your head as you reached your climax. John groaned into your cunt as he watched you come, continuing his ministrations through your orgasm, causing your legs to shake. John finally stopped, chuckling as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. 

“So fucking pretty when you come.”

You blushed, as John made little work of the rest of your clothes. He spent the next hour showing you just how hard he could make you come, and you couldn’t help but let him. He was headache inducing, in all the right ways. From then on, he’d always find ways to get you alone, from in his office, in his car, in various hotels, to even in the goddamn movie theater once. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it, the way he took his time with you, and always paid attention to how your body reacted. However, you knew there was more to John Shelby than the sweetness that he showed you. You had overheard many heated phone calls; heard the rumors spread about his reputation. You found yourself longing for more. You wanted to see the dark side of John, wanted him to use you to his satisfaction.

You could hear John swearing into the telephone before you even opened his office door, the air thick with the tension of the day. You quietly slipped in, not wanting to interrupt. John stood at his desk, eyes trained on the papers spread across it as he snapped into the receiver, shooting his whiskey between sentences. His shoulders were clenched underneath his dark grey suit, making you want to run your hands across the taught muscles in an attempt to help him relax. Profanities spewed from his soft lips as he argued with whoever was on the other line, running a hand through his neatly combed hair. 

“I gave you a deadline, yeah? Now, you need to fucking deliver!” John slammed the phone down, exhaling as his eyes found you. A small smile replaced the frown that had previously occupied his mouth. 

“God, you’re a fucking sight for sore eyes,” John exhaled. 

“Could say the same.” You smiled up at him, walking behind his desk and kissing him, breathing in the intoxicating smell of his cologne. John picked you up and sat you on the desk, deepening the kiss. Before he could continue, you freed your lips from him. John furrowed his brow in confusion, but before he could say anything, you spoke.

“I need to ask you something.”

“What’s goin’ on, darlin’?” John looked slightly concerned, his blue eyes trained on yours.

You steadied your breath. “I was wondering if… you know…. you could be, um, rough with me?”

John let out a sigh, dropping his head slightly before bringing it back up to meet yours, the light of the fireplace reflected off of his eyes. his arms on either sides of you. “Fucking christ, sweetheart. Never thought I’d hear those words come out of that sweet little mouth, hm?” John grinned at you as you ducked your head in embarrassment. 

John lifted your chin so your eyes met his again. “I’ll do it, but only if you promise to tell me if it’s too much. You say stop, and I’ll stop, yeah?”

“I promise,” You replied, blushing slightly.

John smiled at you before pressing kisses down your neck, causing goosebumps to prickle. “Pretty little thing like you, wanting me to treat you like a whore, eh?” 

You shivered at his words, and John took note, letting out a low chuckle. “Look at you, getting all riled up. Barely even touched you yet sweetheart.”

“John,” you whined, and his eyes darkened. 

“Don’t be a fucking brat.” John’s harsh tone went straight to your core as he continued pressing sloppy kisses to your collarbone. You fucking wanted it, and he knew it. Your back arched into John at the mere touch of his hands and mouth. You were already so far gone, it was ridiculous.

“John, please,” you whimpered, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes, cheeks flushed. This was the look he couldn’t resist, and some part of you knew it. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m gonna take care of you,” John crooned, his fingers finding their way to your sopping wet core. “Jesus, Y/N, you that wet for me already? Been thinking about my cock all day, huh?”

You couldn’t do anything but nod, moaning at John’s fingertips curling against the spot that made your head spin. John chuckled darkly. “Pretty little girl, couldn’t even wait for me to get home, hm? Had to come see me so I could give you what you need.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, and John’s eyes darkened as he reached a hand up to grip your throat, making your breath hitch. 

“Watch your language, princess. Don’t wanna have to make me punish you.” John rumbled, rubbing his thumb in circles around your clit as you squirmed, nodding with flushed cheeks as you looked up at him. 

“Yes, sir,” you gasped between whimpers, as John wasted no time connecting your lips roughly. He flipped you over, shoving your skirt over the curve of your ass before entering you, groaning at the feeling of your wet heat practically sucking him in as he grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your upper half off the desk as he fucked into you at an infuriatingly slow pace. 

“You don’t even care that I’ve got you bent over the desk like a whore, huh? You that desperate for me, sweetheart?” John grunted, savoring the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you slowly. The only speech you could manage other than a fevered nod was almost a cry, and you almost could feel John grin at the state you were in. 

“Please, sir,” you managed to blurt out, aching for more from him. 

“Please, what?” John mocked, but it went straight to your lower abdomen. It was like he already knew which buttons to press to get you as riled up as possible. If you were screwed before, you were definitely fucked now. Quite literally.

“Please fuck me harder, sir,” you moaned, attempting to fuck yourself back onto him. John grinned at the sight of how eager you were for him; how willing you were to take whatever he gave you.

“Should’ve fucked you like this sooner, huh? Knew you loved my cock, but fucking ‘ell, darling,” John crooned, watching you cry out and grab for the top of the desk for leverage as he pounded into you, savoring the whimpers that fell out of your mouth. 

“I’m gonna-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as John quickened his pace, his hand toying with your clit. 

“You gonna come all over my cock, pretty girl?” John growled as he slammed into you roughly, fingertips bruising at your hips. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came as hard as you had ever in your life, body going limp as John chased your orgasm with his, grunting as he released into your pulsing cunt, stickiness dripping down the back of your thighs. 

“Fuck,” John groaned as he took his cock out of you. He reached into a drawer and produced a dry towel,  cleaning you up and pressing kisses to the curve of your back as you laid there panting, seeing stars. 

“You alright, love?” John questioned, pushing your hair behind your ear and planting a kiss to your forehead. 

You nodded, smiling up at him before he pulled you into his arms for a kiss. 

“Let me take you home and make you dinner, hmm?” John queried, pressing kisses to your hair. 

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you murmured into John’s neck, sleepy yet satisfied. 

[meg-moira]

I did the thing. Based on this writing prompt!

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What am I, you ask?

It was a question I, too asked myself, once upon a time. I ask it no longer, because I don’t much see the reason in dwelling upon questions which have no definitive answers.

I can tell you what others think I am. Will that satisfy your curiosity?

An aged deity they call me. A minor one, of course. For they know I never laid claim to the vast domains of the Great Gods. War, Knowledge, Death are all grand pursuits, but they are not to my tastes.

Besides, I would never claim anything so specific. To those who live in the village beneath my humble temple, I am the warmth of a tended hearth, the safety of home - and the joy of returning to it.

It is a quiet village, you know. And I know my people by look and by voice. They take turns climbing the steep hill to tend my temple.

I settled here for a reason.

Did you notice my temple? It’s nice, is it not? Wooden, round, and short enough that the adults must bend to enter. Inside, two rows of candles illuminate walls lined with dangling shells dug from deep within the earth. Shelves are stacked with pebbles, feathers, twigs, and flowers. Gifts from my followers and requests I planted in the minds of my most devout.

At the center of it all, bathed in the candles’ butter yellow light sits a gleaming stone. It is opalescent and a pretty enough sight to behold. It was recovered generations ago, a layer or two beneath the dug-up shells.

The humans believe that I reside in the Everstone. That’s what they call it. Everstone. It’s got a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

I don’t. Live in the Everstone, that is. I don’t believe I live anywhere in particular.

Occasionally I sit in the stone, just for fun. I warm it sometimes when my followers’ reverent fingers brush the grooves. I like the sound of their surprise and delight. Other times I perch upon the temple’s roof, and drink up light from the first and second sun. And on rare instances, I expend the energy to make myself just corporeal enough to walk upon the hillside and feel the grass between my toes. I only allow my most favorite devotees to see me like this. It is strange and awkward to have limbs and take up space. I only do it because the sensation of touch is so entirely captivating.

Those who glimpse my walking form see someone who looks human in the same way that a painting of an ocean resembles the cold, untamable tides. I take up space, and within that space is the suggestion of personhood. They see a figure draped and hooded in ethereal white, brown skinned and with a face whose features are vague and changing. Human faces fascinate me, and I cannot always make up my mind about the features I want for my own. I-

Why would you interrupt me?

Did you not trudge your ugly boots up this steep hill to seek me out? And if you’ve come, as you say, from lands afar - why would you not want to make conversation?

...Could it be that it is not me you seek, but the one who, even now, lies crumpled and half dead upon my temple floor?

That is the truth of it. I can see it in your terrible war-bright eyes. You are no more human than the one who bleeds ichor on my nice wooden planks.

No. No. Don’t go lifting your ugly spiked weapon just yet. I’m not done talking. I can’t talk with the humans. At least, not like this. And the god currently bleeding in my temple wasn’t much able to make conversation.

He staggered up the hillside not an hour before you arrived. He had taken far more care in the crafting of his physical form than I, and I’d guessed right away that he was one of the visible gods. Likely in possession of both power and desire enough to parade himself about for his followers. To drape his body, wrapped in opulent cloth, across the velvet couch upon his temple dais.

Yes, I made the last part up. I don’t know that he liked to drape himself across couches like a subject waiting to be painted, but with his raven black hair, muscles sculpted by an undoubtedly delicate hand, and a pretty face which did not shift like mine was wont to do, he fit the part well enough.

His fine clothes were ripped and bloody when he staggered up my hillside. And his hair, which looked to have once been drawn back in a sleek braid, was mostly dragged loose, falling in wisps and tangles. His pretty face was cut and broken, and when he pressed a shaking hand upon my wooden walls, he left a smear of ichor, brutal and golden beneath the suns.

“Sanctuary,” he murmured, and his voice was cracked and broken as the rest of him.

I could have barred my door. He might have once been powerful, but it had been cruelly beaten out of him by something.

You, I presume.

No. Enough with the weapon waving. I said I was talking.

I let him in. Don’t ask me why. Maybe stripped of his power, he reminded me of my village devotees. Or maybe I just didn’t want his divinely made flesh to stink up my lawn.

He stumbled in as soon as I opened the door, and immediately collapsed, one hand clutching what was surely a severe wound in his side. If he was as human as he appeared, I’m sure he would have died.

No, he’s not dead.

It was touch-and-go for a while. But, as I’m sure you know, gods are not so easy to kill.

I helped him, pouring some of my own energy into his form. It was like feeding oxygen to a faltering flame. As I worked, he lay limp as a doll, lips half pressed to my wooden floor as his voice rasped, filling the room.

His people call him Praesaro. He told me of how you killed a great number of them, cutting a path so you might reach him. His tears of saltwater and gold dampened the temple floor as he spoke, and where they slipped between the slats of wood, wild clovers sprouted from the soil. His throat was dry and grief-wrung, but I did not need to hear him to feel his overwhelming, aching loss. He’d seen his followers cut down, all while he, their glorious protector, was powerless to stop you.

You smile. Does pain amuse you?

I see. It is not just any pain you seek, but a god’s pain. You cared not for the city you slew, did you? You only wanted the god who protected it. So are you the God Devourer of which the wind has been whispering of late?

I hear conflicting tales of you. The wind says that you came from the skies - or perhaps the heavens. The rocks deep within the earth say that you are not of this world. And the oceans say you smell of strange waters. But all of them are in agreement on this point: You come to consume. And you will not leave until your boundless appetite has feasted upon this world.

And now you do lift that monstrously spiked weapon. You intend to destroy my temple and crush the last of the divine life from poor Praesaro - I can see it in the set of your jaw, the way you bare those sharpened teeth.

You intend to devour me too. In my little temple on this little hill, I probably seem nothing more than a snack to you. But before you unhinge your salivating jaw, dear god eater, let me ask you this:

Do you know why I remain here, on this little hill, above this little village?

It is because I like it here.

Do you feel that? The way the earth trembles beneath your bloodied boots? Or perhaps you’ve noticed the wind and how it nips at your skin. And what about the clouds that darken, bearing down upon my little temple on this single, lonely hill.

I was not entirely honest when I told you that I do not know what I am. Or rather, I have a guess.

You see, I remember when oceans covered these hills, and I remember when tiny creatures filled the shells which are strung up in my temple. I knew where each had burrowed, because they were buried in my soil. The feathers collected for my temple were carried here on my wind. And the pebbles smoothed in my streams.

To these people, I am a minor god, because that is how I wish to be perceived.

But for you, Devourer of Gods, I will deign to stretch out, unfurl.

You came to feast upon gods, little one. I wonder, how will you contend with a world?

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[exxay]

Spoiler Alert, Ptilopsis' voice in her head is a lot more deadlier than we thought

With the release of the Operator Modules, HG has taken a very interesting decision into how they want to incorporate them.

And of course, just like OD, they decided to fucking kill it.

Currently, we only have a translation of Ptilopsis' module, and holy hell there's a lot to dig into, so let's start sentence by sentence:

"If Originium really has the power to store information, then we can decrypt and translate, the whole Columbian scientific technique will soar again!"

"I reached a bottleneck. The current electronic calculation facilities are insufficient to deal with the complex amount of signals from Originium. I need a more suitable calculation device."

So basically, it all started with a researcher's revelation in that-an originium shard can act as a goddamn rtx3090+corsair memory module on steroids. And with it, send Columbia into a technological revolution. Except, they're trying to fit into a 16-bit cpu. So they needed a better one.

"Using humans to calculate?! This is a daring thought, I... need to consider the feasibility."

Love how instead of commenting on it's ethicality, the first thing they think of is "Can it work?", Just a small reminder of how inhumane Rhine Labs are.

"The creation of a human decryption system model has been completed. Now, we need an experimental subject with clear thought and quick reflexes. Best to have good understanding of calculators and data."

So the PC is built, now they just need a case for it, and it had to be a really good one to, they don't wanna waste it.

"The candidate has been selected. Experiment subject codename: Ptilopsis."

And lo and behold, why not choose the living computer herself?

"There is nobody else more suitable than her in the whole Rhine. Although the head suggested to conceal the experimental risks, but I still let her know about the various possibilities of the experiment. This is my duty as a citizen of Columbia, and as a person."

Showing just how amazing Ptilopsis, alongside another reminder of Rhine Labs' way of doing things. Don't let the little text about the person asking for their consent, if MuMu has shown us anything, for all we know Ptilopsis could have been "Convinced"/ But that's probably just an assumption, she could have very well thought that it was for the best.

"She agreed. She agreed! I just know, I just know she would agree! I didn't choose the wrong person!"

Then again, who really knows?

"The preliminary main points and operation procedure has been taught. She learns quickly. Tomorrow, the experiment will begin. I believe that we can embrace Columbia's future with open arms!"

"The experiment was very successful. Various data are within the controlled boundaries. As long as this pace is followed, a little, a little... No, no no no, it shouldn't be! Quick, quickly shut it down--"

Honestly, were we expecting anything less? Experiment was going amazingly right, until everything went horribly wrong.

"Emergency measures have been activated in time, but she still... received injury. The brain..."

And so comes into play, "The voice", more details further in.

"And Oripathy..."

No shit, infused originium shards? Didn't they learn from Ifrit? Or maybe, Ptilopsis came BEFORE Ifrit? Hmm, so many revelations.

"(Intermittent crying sounds)"

No idea whose these are, but most likely? It could be Ptilopsis herself, or maybe the researcher, they seemed to have more morals than we thought.

"The higher-up has already requested for resuscitation. But, but like this..."

Wait? Resuscitation? Holy shit did they send her into Clinical Death? Holy fuck. And what's with the hesitation? Was she gonna be even deader?

"It's my fault, it's all my fault..."

Yup, more morals than usual.

"According to the message that she received before, I made a chip that can be inserted into the human body. This thing should be able to replace some of the functions of her brain."

Ok wow, so, Ptilopsis, already knowing shit was gonna fuck up somehow (Thanks' Milo), asked to make a backup chip than be inserted to the human body. So that she'll still pull through, pretty hardcore.

Wait? Like the promotion chips? Does that mean the promotion chips are inserted into the operators we use? Or are they different chips?

"Some department heads laud this idea a lot, hmm, I know what they are thinking."

Oh, so if I'm interpreting this right, some -not all- of the heads in Rhine were against this, but obviously, not because of anything ethical mind you.

"The implantation worked. She had no reaction."

"She woke up! But some problems occurred... in her language abilities."

"Error Hase"

"She tells me, there is another voice in her mind. A voice that does not belong in the boundary of known language. This thing will put a heavy burden on her psyche."

"The pain can only be reduced by using a robotic language system."

Ahhh, the voice, just like how Ifrit has a "voice" in her head constantly arguing and vying control. But we all know that it isn't just a voice, it's a literal fucking ENTITY, so does that mean Ptilopsis also has her own entity she constantly holds back? And just like what she tells us in her third trust line.

According to Ptilopsis "It is, in fact, quite burdensome to speak in this manner. But this is a necessary measure to prevent the system nexus from being devoured by that other voice. Doctor, if I become rampant, please guide me back onto the right path."

Love how it shed's more light onto such a mysterious habit that i wanted to know of.

"She is the first living person in Columbia with an implanted chip. This is an achievement."

"But to her, the land is no longer the same."

Sad for Ptilopsis, she can't look at anything the same anymore, though overall this sheds some more light on her relationship with Silence. More at the end.

Wait a minute-

"I also implanted a chip in my brain. Now the wound still hurts a little. But I want to know, what change did the information from Originium bring to her."

Oh, oh no.

"That voice, what is it?"

OH NO

"I will repeat the experiment." --Rhine Lab, Unknown project leader, recorded.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Unknown Researcher whyyyyy, you were so close, you were so close to greatness!!!!

Anyways, "repeat" would imply that Ptilopsis is actually the original subject, meaning she was the first to be implanted with artificial originium shards, and sub sequentially, artificially infected.

This could also mean that Silence learns about Ifrit's existence through Ptilopsis, and then leading to the "Flame Demon Incident".

Ptilopsis considers Silence her closest friend and Savior, in fact, even being more than willing to participate in a "Secret Project" of hers, which she SHOULD be reporting to the higher ups instead. It could still be her being a bit rebellious instead of being close friends, but as she said.

"I met Dr. Silence at Rhine Lab. I provided big data analysis and risk evaluation for her on a secret project."

Hmm, more to think about.

Speaking of, whenever we think of the "Flame Demon Incident" we think of Saria, Silence and Ifrit, but what about Ptilopsis? Silence would have probably learned about it on her own since she was helping oversee the project, but how would she learn of the, ehem, "Less well known aspects." Though that's just speculation on my part

So much to think about, what about you? What do you think about it?

Personally? Call McDonalds cuz I'm McFUCKING LOVE IT

[thesupersaiyanprincess]

So yeah, here we go again, a highly slightly revised version of Splits' Chapter 1

It's set in some kinda AU where you're a saiyan and there are other saiyans alive and on earth, as if more than just Gokus parents sent them off to earth as babies to start a better life not just to destroy it. Perhaps part of the resistance against Frieza?

I'm expecting this to top out at like 10 ish chapters, if anything probably less, i don't want it to stray to far from the plot or spend another 6 months on it lmao

Warnings include: violence, emotional abuse, very dark Vegeta, sexual themes, choking but not in a good way

Word count: ~1,600

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                      Chapter 1                      

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You’re sitting in the living room, bored, surfing the channels on the TV when you hear the front door click. Your face lights up at the sound that you know means your boyfriend is home, and you run to the hallway to greet him. 

“Hey 'Geta,” you say with a smile as you plant a kiss on his cheek. You know he hates it when you’re cutesy like that, but you like riling him up. Little did you know, today was not the day for it.

“Get off of me, woman.” Vegeta shoved you away from him harshly and made his way to the bathroom after taking off his shoes at the door, he didn’t even look at you as he barged his way down the hall. There was definitely something wrong, even if he didn’t like kisses he never reacted like that. Something was up, and today you were feeling especially brave so you decided to follow him down the hall and grab his tail. Bad move. He swung around in an instant pinning you by your throat to the wall.

“Don’t. Touch me.” he said with a growl in his voice before throwing you to the ground and continuing down the hall. 

“'Geta that hurt, what’s the deal with you today Mr. grumpy pants?” you said in a huff as you picked yourself up from the ground, patting down your jeans. “I thought we talked about this; no aggressive wall pinning unless I ask for it.” He didn't stop or turn around to look at you. “Oh, so you're just going to ignore me then, that's great, I guess I'll just go back to watching TV since you’re being a big grump.” you waited a second longer to see if you'd get a reaction, but no, he just kept walking and eventually made his way to the bathroom, locking himself inside as you walked back to the living room.

You wondered what could've happened today to make him so irritable. When he left this morning he wasn't mad, so something must've happened while he was out training with Goku. Maybe Goku reached a new form and Vegeta was jealous? No, that's happened before and all he did was rant about how it should be him who gets to unlock new forms, not that stupid, low class, pathetic excuse of a Saiyan, Kakarot. He was the prince of all Saiyans after all, and he should be the one with all the power. No, this was something else entirely, and you were starting to worry what could have made the mighty Vegeta so angry. 

Against your better judgement, you decide to go knock on the bathroom door. “Vegeta! Open up! What's the matter?” you shout through the door, hoping he can hear you over the running water of the shower.

“Go away! Go make yourself useful and cook me something, woman” of course that's all he would say. Damn these Saiyans and their insatiable appetites. 

“No, I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re mad.” you plant your feet outside the door as you hear the water shut off. After a moment he unlocks and opens the door with a towel around his waist. He always looked so good right after a shower, silky hair wet, tangles framing his face, water droplets glistening across his gorgeously broad Saiyan chest. He truly was a sight to behold. 

“Get out of my way” he said to you as he tried to emerge from the bathroom, you were blocking his way and he really didn't like that. “Move now, or I’ll move you myself.”

“And what if I don't, what’re you going to do to me?” you said with a smirk on your lips as you stared seductively into his eyes. Usually when he was mad you could make him forget about it for a while with sex. Today was different however, and instead of pinning you to the wall and devouring your mouth with his, he gave a blow straight to your stomach, instantly knocking the wind out of you and making you crumple to the floor. He stepped over you and headed to the bedroom to get dressed. 

“Food woman. Now. Don’t give me more reason to be mad at you.” he called over his shoulder as he entered the bedroom. As you were curled up on the floor, clutching your stomach and gasping for air to finally reach your lungs, you couldn’t help the thought that maybe he didn’t love you anymore from crossing your mind. A thought that threatened to bring tears to your eyes. But you were stronger than that. You stood up shakily clutching your stomach for a moment before straightening up and walking after him into the bedroom.

“What the fuck 'Geta!? What's wrong with you? Why’d you punch me in the gut like that!?” you yell at him with an anger that made the air crackle with energy. “I thought you loved me 'Geta! How could you hurt me like that? What did I ever do to you?” You hated to admit it, but you're an angry crier, and the hot tears came spilling from your eyes as your hair flickered flecks of blond. Even though you had reached Super Saiyan form yourself, Vegeta was still 100x stronger than you on a good day, let alone when he was angry.

He ignored you completely, dropping his towel and putting on a fresh pair of briefs. He acted like you weren’t even there at all actually as he picked out some clothes to wear. Taking his time to sift through his messy chest of drawers to find his favourite shirt. Black and skin tight with Shenron and the DragonBalls printed on the back, it hugged his muscles in all the right places. It was your favourite on him too and for a split second you forgot your anger and stared at how the fabric clung to his still dewy skin. It all came flooding back when he turned to face you.

“Did you not hear me? I said food. Now.” he snarled through gritted teeth. He hated it when you didn't follow his commands, but right now he wasn't your master, and it was so not sexy of him to treat you like this. 

“If you want food you'll have to make it yourself. I'm not cooking for you until you tell me what's wrong.” you say back to him, with the same amount of force, trying to make your voice sound as demanding as his to no avail. No matter how hard you try, you'll never get his aggressive tone of voice down pat, you just sound like a pissed off chew toy and it makes you even angrier. 

“Whatever.” He grumbles just loud enough for you to hear as he continued to search for some pants. 

“Whatever?! That's all you're going to say?” you yell as you stare at him in disbelief, one more dismissive or demanding word from him and you were going to snap. “What about an apology? For shoving me, then throwing me, then straight up punching me!? Are you even listening to me, Vegeta?” You pause for a long second to see if he’ll say anything, and when he pulls up his pants and heads for the door, that's it. You power up to Super Saiyan and block the doorway, glaring at Vegeta, daring him to step closer. 

“Silly woman. You think that just because you're a Super Saiyan, you can stop me? How pathetic.” he said, his voice hollow and cold as he goes Super Saiyan Blue and picks you up with one hand by the throat and holds you off the ground. “You couldn't stop me with both my hands tied behind my back,” he sneered at you before throwing you into the wall outside the bedroom door, almost knocking you unconscious as your head hit the wall at full force, leaving the plaster cracked. Your energy faded and your hair returned to its regular dark colour as your vision blurred and your ears rang from the impact. 

He walked over to stand above you, laughing menacingly. “You're weak and pathetic. The only reason I kept you around was so that you'd cook and clean for me. Oh, and so that I can fuck that tight little pussy of yours.” The edges of your vision started to go dark as he picked you up against the wall by your throat again. “You are nothing but a toy for me, a sorry excuse for a Saiyan. So low class I wouldn't let you shine my shoes with your spit. But you cook good and don’t complain whenever I want to fuck, so you’re not completely useless.” he squeezed your throat tighter, “I want you to know that I don’t want you anymore. I never loved you, not one bit. I was only using you for my own satisfaction. And now that I don’t want you, there's no reason for you to keep breathing.” as he said this, he was gradually squeezing your throat tighter in his grip. You didn't understand what was going on, Vegeta had never been what you'd call affectionate, but he was never so mean. The Vegeta you love would never say such harsh things to you, or hurt you in any way what so ever unless you were fucking and asked for it. In fact, he put several higher ranking Saiyan's in the med pods because they were antagonizing you for being the weakest Super Saiyan. The sudden change in him had tears pouring from your eyes as you tried harder to keep from passing out. “Now be a good little weakling and go to sleep for me.”

“'Geta… p-please… d-don’t… hurt… m-m…” You managed to spit out between desperate gasps as you faded from consciousness. 

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[shslrose]

Beach Days - Gundham Tanaka x Reader

Like every morning, the Ultimates met at the restaurant, but this morning was slightly unusual: Gundham got a note from none other than Kazuichi Soda, inviting him to meet the mechanic at the supermarket later that afternoon. Curious, Gundham made his way over, wondering what exactly did Kazuichi have in mind?

When he entered the supermarket, he wasn’t surprised to see Kazuichi standing there.

“Gundham!” Kazuichi exclaimed. “Finally, you’re here!”

“What is the meaning of this meeting, you fiend?” Gundham asked, as his hamsters peaked out from his scarf and sleeves. “Do you intend to attack the great Gundham Tanaka, Supreme Overlord of Ice?! Well, you will surely be defeated, as I am equipped with my four Dark Devas of Destruction!”

“Wh-Wha-What?! No, I’m not trying to attack you! I need your help!”

“My… help? Explain yourself at once, sinner!” boomed Gundham. 

Kazuichi quickly explained that he had overheard the girls planning to go for a swim by the beach that afternoon, and he needed Gundham with him in order for it to look like a coincidence.

“Please, Gundham!” pleaded Kazuichi, “I just need to see Miss Sonia in a bikini! I’ve always loved blonde girls, this is my one shot!”

“Tch. Of course a mere mortal like you is swayed by the illusions of beauty, but I am Gundham Tanaka, bringer of true hell and chaos! I have no interest in ‘blondes’ or ‘bikinis’.”

At this, Kazuichi grinned, baring his sharp teeth. “Oh really? No interest in bikinis? Cuz, I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N, and it sure seems like you’d be interested in seeing her in one…”

A bright crimson spread across Gundham’s face, and in seconds he brought his scarf across his face. “I… wh… I, I do not understand the meaning of your words, you sinner! Y/N is a mere mortal, like yourself, and I am far too hellish to be tempted by her angelic appearance!”

Still grinning, Kazuichi replied, “If you say so! In that case, I’ll be going then, off to watch Y/N and Sonia… Man, imagine their wet, glistening bodies-”

“Silence, fiend!” interjected Gundham, blushing harder than ever. “You clearly cannot be left alone, and so I shall accompany you. Be grateful, for you are a pitiful human, in the presence of the almighty supreme overlord!”

“Whatever, Tanaka, let’s go!” exclaimed Kazuichi, and with that, they left the supermarket and made their way to the diner.

To their surprise, Fuyuhiko was already inside the diner. Gundham was acutely aware of a conversation occurring between the yakuza and the mechanic, but his mind had already drifted elsewhere, to where his thoughts always seem to drift: you.

He remembered when he first met you, on this cursed island. You had approached him, and offered a friendly handshake.

“Hi, um, I’m Y/N-”

“Silence, mortal!” he had interjected, “unless you wish to be devoured by my four Dark Devas of Destruction, I implore you to step away! For I am Gundham Tanaka, the Supreme Overlord of Ice! Remember it well, or my Dark Devas shall unleash pure pandemonium!”

“D-dark… dark devas…?” You had asked cautiously, a bit shocked by his sudden outburst. Before you knew it, a small creature had appeared on his palm.

“Behold, one of my Dark Devas, Jum-P!” 

“Oh my gosh!” You squealed, “Is that a hamster?! How cute-”

“A hamster?! How dare you call my Dark Deva a… ‘hamster’!”

You had apologized quickly, then corrected yourself. “What a cute… Dark Deva..!”

He was surprised then, never before had someone acknowledged his Devas by their proper title. The sight of Jum-P had brought a smile to your face, and Gundham felt a blush creeping across his skin as he thought to himself how lovely the sight of your smile was. Immediately, he covered his face with his scarf.

“Ah, well..yes, I suppose that Jum-P is quite… ‘cute’... in this astral plane…” He cleared his throat.

“You said your name was Gundham, right? Gundham Tanaka,” you said, and the sound of his name escaping your lips was music to his ears.

“For a pitiful human such as yourself, you have a remarkable memory. Perhaps you’ve come into contact with a demon before…?” He mused, as though he were truly considering it.

“A d-demon?” you stuttered, “N-no, I’ve never come into contact with anything like that. I’m just an Ultimate [talent], after all. Yeah, that’s me, plain old Y/N L/N, the Ultimate [talent].”

“Y/N L/N,” he repeated back, “there is nothing plain about you. I, Gundham Tanaka, Ultimate Breeder and Supreme Overlord, can see it! Truly, your aura reveals all! You are no mere human, indeed.”

You laughed gently. “You’re a strange one, Tanaka. I really hope we get along.”

And with that, you left, off to greet the rest of the Ultimates on Jabberwock Island.

The pleasant memory played in his mind, as he recalled your smile and your laugh. 

“Tch! Soda, you’re seriously planning to fucking ‘coincidentally’ run into the girls? You are one perverted bastard!” the yakuza exclaimed, dragging Gundham back into reality. “And you, Gundham, you’re no better!”

“I’m merely accompanying Kazuichi-” Gundham started, but he was quickly interrupted by Fuyuhiko.

“Save it, you bastard! We all know you’re here for Y/N-”

Suddenly, the door to the diner swung open, and you entered, along with Ibuki and Mikan.

“Who’s here for me?” You asked curiously, having caught the last bit of the conversation. The three males turned around to see you, standing at the entrance wearing nothing but a bikini, with Ibuki and Mikan behind you, who had both waited to change.

“Y-y/n…” Gundham muttered, before knowingly covering his blush with his scarf. Even Fuyuhiko couldn’t resist giving you a look-over: you looked damn good in a bathing suit.

“F-fuyohiko, Ka-kazuichi, a-and G-gundham?” stuttered Mikan, “W-what…. wh-what are y-you guys d-doing...here…?”

The three Ultimates were silent for a few moments, still stunned by your appearance. Irritated, Ibuki spoke up. “HELLLOOO? Earth to Kazuichi! What are you guys doing here?! Ibuki thought this was a girls-only bonding time!”

Finally, Fuyuhiko spoke up, “Fuck if I know! What, you girls own the diner or some shit? Can’t a man enjoy a meal?”

“Oh please,” you muttered. “You’re still in high school, just cause you’re a yakuza doesn’t make you a man…”

“W-What did you just say?!” exclaimed Fuyuhiko. “D-don’t fuck with me!”

“Oh, nothing!” You said quickly, earning a sly grin from Gundham.

“Ah, well,” Kazuichi began, “Gundham and I were just having a walk around the island, when we ran into Fuyuhiko at the diner, and now here you girls are! Getting ready for a swim, huh? What a great coincidence, yunno?!”

“What is this… ‘coincidence’ you speak of, mortal?” boomed Gundham. Kazuichi shot him a glare in return. 

“Ah, well, I’m actually glad you guys are here! It’ll be nice to hang out with all of you,” you said sweetly. Unbeknownst to all of you, outside Hiyoko was running past with tears in her eyes. 

While you all waited for the rest of the girls to show up, you walked over to Gundham.

“Hey, Tanaka!” You greeted him warmly before enveloping him into a hug. Your chest pressed against his, and it seemed as though an unhideable blush spread across his entire body.

“Y/N,” he replied coolly, trying to maintain his icy demeanor as you stepped back. “You..you shouldn’t do… *that*... it’s dangerous, for a creature like you, to come into contact with a high-level demon such as myself.” He wished you understood that an angel like you had no place around such a hellish creature like himself.

“How are the Devas?” you asked, curiously, brushing off his warnings. As if on cue, all four appeared, peeking out from his sleeves and scarf.

“Ha! As always, my Dark Devas are in excellent condition, and soon they shall unleash true terror upon this realm!”

“Ah, this is the magnificent talent of the Ultimate Breeder, and Supreme Overlord. It’s no surprise that you take excellent care of your Devas.”

The two of you talked unceremoniously, and before long the other girls arrived. Much to Kazuichi’s disappointment, Sonia had arrived in a wetsuit, but Gundham had hardly noticed her entrance. He was captivated by you, but he believed that an angel like you deserved better than a demon like him. Still, that didn’t stop his feelings for you from growing. As he stood there with you, he knew he would do anything to protect you in this killing game.

( should i do a part two? let me know! or, if you have other danganronpa requests, just ask! <3 )

EDIT: Part two is completed! Read it here :D

[ambrosiaaddiction]

Not Meant To Be

Word Count: 2,107

Pairing(s): Anthony Bridgerton x reader, Simon Basset x reader

Summary: The Bridgerton family and the Duke have been invited to a picnic that was planned by yours truly. Tensions begin to grow, and things don’t go quite as you hoped they would.

TW: none

Part 2/6

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Today’s weather of sunshine and blue skies called for a picnic. I gave clear instructions to Cook that he should prepare a delicious meal and treats, including Simon’s favorite of gooseberry pie. I would never forget something so important about him because it always came in handy.

I then go to find our butler, Charles, and say, “Please send invitations to the Bridgertons and the Duke of Hastings, Charles. There will be a picnic at the park, and do tell them that it will be late at 1pm.” He bows in response, and repeated my words before he left to complete his tasks.

With a nod of satisfaction, I left the main floor then up the stairwell to change my attire. What I was currently wearing fell short of today’s planned event, and I needed to win Simon back. Once inside my bedroom, I closed the door and quickly strode to the wardrobe to see my options.

My thoughts roamed to the man who promised that we would spend the rest of our lives together, which made my blood boil with rage. Men these days were either too dense or too arrogant or had little backbone. Simon was a mixture of having a huge ego and vulnerable when he opens up to the people that know his true personality.

None of this was my fault whatsoever. I left for only a mere three months to study abroad in France, then I return to the ‘wonderful’ news of his engagement to a girl named Daphne Bridgerton. A trip to London hadn’t been something I expected for myself, but I came to the city for him and no other reason.

In truth, Simon technically was still my fiancé, although I knew there was an explanation for everything that took place while I was absent. As a matter of fact, he brushed off the situation like it was a speck of dust that ruined his perfect image to the desperate mamas and equally egotistical lords.

“Good heavens, I’m going to get wrinkles if I keep thinking about the “what-ifs” and not do anything to change them.” I huff in exasperation at my own foolishness, a bit disappointed in myself for having such thoughts when the damage had yet to be done.

After endless decision-making, I chose to wear a yellow dress with a simple pink floral design from the sleeves to the hem of its skirt, and I twirl in front of the mirror with a bright smile. It wasn’t a ball gown, but this would surely make Simon realize that he wants me more than anyone in all of Grovensor Square. It just had to.

I had to admit, the dress itself was too revealing for a lady of my status. Well, at least it would be just myself, Simon, and the Bridgertons alone for a picnic. A reminder to cover my legs repeated itself over and over in my mind, yet I had a feeling that I would catch the attention of everyone’s eyes anyway.

The clock rang the second its big small hand reached 12pm, which meant there was an hour left for preparations and riding to the park. “Marianne! Please call for the carriage, and tell chef to hurry!” I shouted into the air, and I heard Marianne reply from down the hall. Perhaps I was rushing for punctuality-sake, but a host or hostess must never arrive later than their guests.

It was a good thing that mama had long left for tea at Lady Farland’s estate, and papa was probably gambling at the gentlemen’s club again. I certainly wouldn’t be surprised if he came home with news that he either won lost of money or lost a majority of what he gambled. No one could tell me that the picnic was meant to open Simon’s eyes and see just me in them rather than that so-called “flawless” Bridgerton girl.

Nonetheless, I had to get going before they gossiped of my tardiness if I wasn’t already at the location. Time seemed to blur from when I scurried down the stairs to gather everything I needed to when I got into the carriage and made it safely to the park. The next thing I knew, I was trying my best not to laugh at a discreetly explicit joke Benedict had shared amongst ourselves.

Anthony looked like he was going to strangle his brother or maybe he was going to give him a pat on the shoulder? I couldn’t tell because I was too preoccupied with devouring my favorite sandwich while I brushed my shoulder against Simon’s. Of course this got his attention, and he whispered into my ear, “Now is not the time nor place to play, y/n. Behave yourself.”

His warning provoked something inside of me, but there were too many people who would witness the indecency behind my innocent act. “My apologies, your Grace. I’ll be a good girl for you.” I whispered in reply, then continued to enjoy my delicious sandwich as though I did nothing wrong in the first place.

I knew what I was doing to him, and he liked it. He knew what would happen if I went further, and I was fanning the flames with fervor. “Is Daphne aware of our relationship? Sorry, I meant, what it was supposed to become? You know, such as getting married? Living together and in the country?”

Simon’s jaw clenched just like when he used to have me underneath him, calling his name and coming undone by his touch as I squeezed tighter around him. Those nights were by far the best I had ever experienced, and he treated me with such tenderness after we were spent.

“Don’t you remember the great times we had, love? Everything fell apart when I came to London and found you dancing with the red-headed girl in the moonlight.” I scowled under my breath, then I slowly calmed myself down before I could ruin this lovely picnic with a beautiful family and my old lover.

I needed a moment alone, so I stood up and sheepishly excused myself from the blanket before walking away. It was almost as though the night I found myself standing at the lake was repeating itself again, but this time, I knew where I was going and no tears would shed. No, this time was different than last. Instead of crying because I couldn’t control some situations, I chose to think about I would take back Simon for myself.

Seeing Simon chuckle and comment on every little thing Daphne said created small cracks on my heart. I couldn’t think of when he used to do that with me, and I close my eyes to forget all of the recently bad memories. Heavy footsteps approached from behind, but I was too distracted by the wrong Simon had done to me.

“Y/n, are you alright? You left so suddenly, and everyone is worried about you.” Anthony softly called out to me, his hand resting on my shoulder to turn me around and see the miserable state I was in. “I’ll be better, my lord. There’s no need to waste your worry on me.” I mustered a fake smile to dissipate his concern for me, but apparently he had dealt with heartbroken maidens before.

The Viscount gently pulled me into his arms, and rocked our bodies back and forth. I was speechless for I had no idea what he was doing, and yet I didn’t want him to stop. It felt pleasant to be comforted by a warm embrace that held a promise of always being there when it was most needed in times of anguish.

“You are a strong woman, y/n. You don’t need to act as though nothing can break through your walls. You’re still human, and that’s okay. Believe me, I know what it’s like to feel helpless.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and smiled when I pulled away to stare at him with wide eyes. I always knew what kind of man he was, but the side of him that I admired truly was a rare sight to behold.

What felt like an eternity of comfortable silence was interrupted by Eloise who came searching for her brother and I after he had been gone for too long. “Mama won’t stop spouting nonsense that you’ve gotten lost, brother. We had to stop her from creating a search party.” She snickered at the fresh memory, and it stopped when she realized that Anthony was hugging me unusually close to his chest.

I caught on and quickly pushed myself away, then I fixed my dress before thanking her. “Thank you for taking the responsibility, Eloise. You’ve found us alright, and I believe we best return to your family.” Anthony cleared his throat, a big embarrassed that the particular sister of his had seen something she would never let go.

“Yes, Miss Denbow is right. Let’s return before mother actually gathers a search party for three people.” He leads the way, and I smile awkwardly at Eloise as I walk past her. I then let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding in since she found Anthony and I, but I hoped that she wouldn’t mention it when we got back to the picnic.

Once there, Lady Bridgerton literally shed tears of joy as soon as she saw my face and brought me into a hug. What was with the Bridgertons and hugging? I could see Simon lean over to Anthony, his mouth forming the words, “Thank you for bringing her back safely.” Anthony nodded in reply, then sat down in between Colin and Benedict before he grabbed his glass of wine to take quite a long sip.

Well, it was back to where I started. I didn’t want to ask questions and make matters worse, but I knew that the current engagement wasn’t going to last for long. According to Lady Whistledown, Queen Charlotte was not convinced of the proclaimed love that everyone said Simon and Daphne shared.

I had to say it. Otherwise, I would lose the love of my life to a woman who gained Her Majesty’s favor, and I would be lonely until the day I die. “The Duke and I were once lovers, but now he’s going to marry Miss Bridgerton.” Complete and utter silence. I take in a deep breath before I continue.

“I had traveled to France for three months, and the Duke asked me to come see him here, in London. I truly thought that he was going to marry me, but I was proven wrong and a fool. He’s pretending as though we didn’t have a beautiful relationship before he chose to help her and she him.”

Lady Bridgerton was the first to break, and she began to stumble over her words while overcoming the insurmountable shock that I gave to everyone. Eloise tried what she could to stop herself from laughing, Benedict smacked her arm while he was struggling to do the same.

Colin couldn’t find the right words, and Anthony spat out his wine. Except for the two youngest children who were playing in a flower field, we adults all sat together with no help to describe what our mixed emotions were. “What is the matter with you, y/n? Did you even think this through before you babbled on about the past? If I had known that you were so childish, I would’ve left you a long time ago.”

Simon glared cold daggers in my direction, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The man who I loved was now a stranger with a much better woman than I, so there was nothing I could do now to take him back. “You’re right, Simon. I’m such a child, and I don’t know any better than to tell the truth when living a lie is all the more tempting.”

I gave my deepest apologies to Lady Bridgerton, promising her that I would make up for my demeanor with tea and a visit to the spa one day. I then said my farewells to the Bridgertons, but I didn’t spare the slightest of glances to Simon who looked like he was going to let out a fury of anger.

It served him right for playing with my heart, and if he was so play a part not meant for him that would end in heartbreak, then so be it. I knew someone who could help me make him regret losing me, and they were a professional when it came to such lengths.

Just you wait, Simon Basset. Just you wait.

[therenlover]

Brutal (A Demon!Daniel Bruhl x Starlet!Reader Ficlet)

(So, this is the first little ficlet in my Sour series, which can be found HERE! I hope you enjoy it! Also, enjoy blurry Checo, because he’s who @creme-bruhlee and I imagine as demon!Daniel)

“And I'm so tired that I might / Quit my job, start a new life / And they'd all be so disappointed / 'Cause who am I if not exploited?”

Synopsis: A crime of passion accidentally summons a handsome demon who offers to make your deepest desires come true... for a price, of course. 

Rating; M (16+)

Warnings: Vague Allusions to Past Dubcon/Noncon, Explicit Language, Implied Sexual Content, Non-Explicit Murder, Making A Deal With A Demon, Maybe A Tiny Bit Of Monsterfucking???? If You Squint??? Not Really Though

Word Count: 1500~

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“What is it that you desire?”

The man- no, creature- before you was shrouded in the darkest corner of your dressing room, perched languidly upon the chaise lounge that had been oh so kindly included in the rider of your contract by whatever filthy fucker decided they wanted to have you this time. He didn’t matter now, though. No, not now that his brains were splattered against the carpet. The only thing that mattered anymore was the creature in the corner. 

Even in the darkness, you could see its razor-sharp teeth glinting in the low light. 

Trembling with unused adrenaline, you smiled back at it, hands still covered in blood. “I’m not answering that until you answer a few questions of my own,” 

Surprisingly, the thing seemed to lean further back into its plush seat as it nodded, long pointed tail undulating slowly, like a python preparing to strike. “Very well. It makes no difference to me how long you draw out our little deal,” slowly, the thing chuckled, “Besides, for you, pretty one, I’d wait all the time in the world,” 

You groaned at his exaggerated wink. 

Still, it was too late to turn back now. With the blood on your hands for the death of the man at your feet, both physically and metaphorically, there was nowhere to go but forward. Maybe making a deal with the devil wasn’t your original plan, but it sure as hell was better than prison. With a sigh, you sat down heavily into your high-backed makeup chair. 

“So I’m assuming you’re a demon?”

The creature in the corner made some sort of deep, proud noise in its chest as its two, shadowy hands came up to stroke its curved horns, much like a goat’s, with a certain puff-chested reverence. Even while beholding it in that darkness, its features shrouded in black, there was an allure to the strange monster, a strange, sick draw. You were helpless to whatever had appeared before you and all its powers. Somehow, though, you had seemed to intrigue it despite your comparative weakness. 

“I go by many names, but demon is one of them,” it purred, red eyes glinting with something more than bloodlust, “I prefer others,”

“What should I call you then?”

“Whatever you please,”

You scoffed. “You said you had many names, why can’t you tell me even one?”

It huffed a long sigh, and if you didn’t know better, you would’ve said that you saw smoke erupt from where its nostrils should be. 

That being said, it didn’t seem like the thing was frustrated. If anything, the creature seemed amused. From its words, you could only assume it had been hundreds of years since it had last entertained itself on the human realm. You could only hope your rage was entertaining enough to keep any of its less desirable emotions at bay. 

“Names have power, Schatz. I can’t just go around telling everybody who I am,” it’s accent felt thicker as it leaned back, “but I suppose, if you and I were to make a deal, that I could allow you to name me something. Or I could choose one for you,”

“What if I didn’t make deal with you?” you challenged the creature with a smirk. 

It hummed low in its chest as it pondered your question. “Now that would be no fun,” 

“For me or for you?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Time was getting short now, with the clock on the wall ticking down the minutes until someone would arrive at your dressing room door to lead you out towards the set where the rest of the cast and crew were waiting. If they found you with the body it was over. Things with the demon needed to be resolved, and they needed to be resolved fast. 

Thankfully, it didn’t toy with you any more than you expected it to. 

“For both of us,” it replied, tail flicking almost excitedly, “I can’t touch you if we don’t make a deal, for better or for worse, and even then your soul wouldn’t be mine to toy with until the deal was complete. That being said, you’re in a pretty sticky situation. I think you need me just about as much as I need you, so I’ll ask again; What do you desire?”

You swallowed thickly. 

On one hand, you couldn’t imagine things would end up very pleasantly for you once the dark shadow who had staked its claim on that awful chaise lounge finally did have a chance to get its clawed hands on your soul. On the other hand, though, you had nothing left to lose. Fame, especially so young, always came at a price. You would wager to guess that even if your soul hadn’t been claimed by a demon, that it had already been stolen away by the producers and directors that pulled the strings of your life like you were some obedient little puppet dancing for an audience who wanted to devour you whole. 

In the end, an eternity in Hell with whatever was grinning at you like the Cheshire cat from the shadows might even be preferable to the horrors you’d already seen. 

Slowly, you answered its question. 

“I want to make every single person who ever took advantage of me suffer the same pain they put me through,” 

The creature’s face split into a toothy smile. 

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” 

Moving like smoke on water, it stood from its place on the chaise lounge, morphing in shape and size as it approached and held out it’s newly human-shaped hand to you. In his new form, at least, you assumed it was a he, the creature was handsome, all dark eyes and slick hair. He looked young, and somehow, even with his new, thin lips and human teeth, he retained his signature smile. You took his hand and shook it without hesitation.

Even with your heart beating almost out of your chest, you had to admit that, with a demon at your side, you felt more empowered than you ever had before. 

He noticed. 

“I am known to my kin as Asmodeus,” he cooed, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he drew near to you. You couldn’t bring yourself to mind, “You, though, my sweetest pet, may call me Daniel,” 

Daniel. 

Somehow, even after you had seen the faintest traces of his beastly form, you had to admit that the name suited him. Maybe not as well as Asmodeus, but it worked well enough. You looked up at him through lidded eyes. “I’m-”

Before you could answer, he pressed a finger to your rouged lips. 

“I know everything about you sweetling, no need for introductions. There is one last thing we need to do to seal the deal, though,” 

A pit formed in your stomach as you gulped, caught in Daniel’s entrancing gaze. You had to assume there was some sort of magic to it, a spell that kept you trapped for all long as he could stare down into your eyes. Still, it would do you no good to fight it. Besides, the pangs that were making their way through your whole being weren’t fear. 

Oh no, they were something much worse. 

“What do we need to do?” You asked, wetting your lips with your tongue. 

Daniel replied with a sly smile and a soft chuckle. “I need you to kiss me, of course,” 

Who were you to disagree with the expert?

With all the strength and bravery you could muster, you surged up and met Daniel’s lips with your own, melting into the kiss as he quickly took over, skilled tongue darting into your mouth to claim it as his own. He bit hard on your lip, hard enough to draw blood, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind, not when your hands were busy exploring up under his shirt and finding purchase on the firm muscles that waited below. 

To be fair, he wasn’t exactly keeping his hands to himself either.

Sooner than you would have liked, though, Daniel was pulling his lips away from yours. It was just a fraction of an inch, your swollen mouths still connected by a string of saliva tinted a dark red with your blood, but you were already keening from the loss of him the second you caught your breath. The sound pleased him. 

“What are we to do first, sweetling?” he purred, letting his nails run gently against the soft skin of your waist, “I’m at your command,” His breath was hot against your fact, and he smelled like gun smoke. 

It drove you wild. 

You snuck a look at the clock before turning back to him, eyes aflame. “In about ten minutes we’ll need to have the mess in here cleaned up with any evidence gone, but before we do that, I want you- no, I need you to fuck me. Can you make that happen?”

Daniel beamed. 

“Oh, sweet girl, anything is possible with me at your side,” As he whipped you around to push you against the chaise lounge, licking his lips, he couldn’t help but add, “I believe this is the beginning of a very beneficial partnership,” 

And against all odds, as you hooked a leg up around his waist and pulled him in for another searing kiss, you had to agree.

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a/n: WOW WOW WOW THAT WAS GARBAGE BUT I LOVED IT. I finished season 5 of Lucifer yesterday, so I was in the mood for some demonic shit. I hope it was at least semi-enjoyable despite being straight up shitty writing lol. 

Taglist: @tatestripedsweater , @elaineygrace , @multiyfandomgirl40 ,  @lovelymischief , @be-cautious-around-bri 

[animesmutfest]

Satoru x reader

(I love the whole bar scenario so I’m gunna use that again)

You and your best friend had been at the bar throwing back shot after shot in the hopes of getting completely wrecked. This is your dress with your hair in a curly pony tail, natural make up.

Mid shot you catch a glimpse of a man who you recognize eyeing you down from across the bar. You give him a quick wink and a smirk which he returns with a laugh. After a few minutes you grab your friend and head to the dance floor hearing your song blast from the speakers. You don’t pride yourself on it but you were a damn good dancer and it showed that night. Moving your hips to the beat and losing yourself in the music. Your best friend is dancing with a guy and just when you were going deeper into the crowd you feel someone gently touch your waist while dancing with you. You continue dancing and grinding on him while taking his hands and running them up your body. He turns you around and pulls you close when you realize it’s the same guy from the bar. “Your a dangerous woman, I can tell” he says leaning towards your ear. You grab his shirt and bite his ear a bit “And I bet you’d like to know why that is big boy~” you coo in his ear. “Careful sweetheart, wouldn’t want to start something you can’t finish” He says moving his hands to your back. “Oh I can finish it if I wanted to honey~ but I’ll tell you what handsome, give me your phone” you say smiling. He complies opening his phone. You put in your number and put your name on it. You even call it in front of him so he knows your serious. “The names y/n by the way” you say winking. “Satoru Gojo~” he coos kissing your hand. “Satoru huh? Maybe I’ll see you again soon” you say pulling away from him. “Wanna bet?” He says smirking. Planting a kiss on his cheek you wave bye and leave for the night with your best friend.

Small time skip:

Over the next 4 months you both went on several dates and he was nothing but a gentleman. Not a single time has he asked you for anything sexual nor rushed into things, he’s a patient man. You invited him over to your place for the first time for a movie night but you had other plans for him. After setting up blankets on the floor with a bottle of wine, dimmed lights and snacks you heard him pull into the drive way. You open the door seeing him come up to the door and hands you an assortment of flowers. You smile warmly at him and invite him him. “Thank you handsome” you say going to put them in a vase. “Don’t mention it princess” he says checking you out as you walk away. You had your hair in a fluffy ponytail with shorts and a tank top on. He takes off his shoes and looks around to see the effort you out into this date. “Awwww princess did you do all this for me?” He teases. “Shut your face and go get comfy.” “Yes mam~” he coos while removing his jacket before he takes a seat on the blankets. You come back with the two glasses for the wine sitting next to him. “How was your day cutie?” He asks kissing you on the forehead. “It was nice I went shopping and picked up a few things” you say clicking on a movie. You both cuddle up a bit while watching it. “Satoru?” “Hmm~” he replies. “What makes you keep seeing me? I mean why do you like me so much?” You ask out of curiosity. Looking down at you he says “what’s not to like about you? In fact I love everything about you. So yeah that’s why I keep seeing you. Because you’re you” he lifts up your chin to meet his breathtaking eyes. “Dont over think things. I’m here because I wanna be” he adds before slowly leaning down to kiss you. You close the gap and press your lips against his. He smiles and kisses you back with just as much passion. He pulls away looking at you before grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you again. You move your way on his lap as the kiss turns into a full on make out session. You two were kissing like you were starved. Your mouth moving to his neck gently licking and sucking on his gorgeous skin. “Like I told you at the club babe. Don’t start something-“ “Don’t worry I’ll finish it” you cut him off. He smirks before snaking his hands around your body and grabbing your ass as you leave marks on him. Bringing your head up to face him “if I let you have me can you promise me something?” You ask blushing. “Anything princess” he says rubbing your body. “Make me scream... I’ve never actually climaxed during sex so please just make me feel good. I wanna lose my mind” you say grinding on him a bit. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll make it right” he says before laying you on your back and kissing your neck while rubbing your thighs with his free hand. “Men can be so selfish. Good thing all I want is to please you baby” he says sucking on your neck harshly. He then pulls off your tank top exposing your bare chest. “Such a perfect body” he growls before attacking your breasts with his mouth. Soft moans pour from your lips and your legs tremble with anticipation.

He moves his hand to your waistband of your shorts sliding his hand inside and gently rubbing your clit. Your hand moves to your mouth to cover the moans as they get louder. “Awe princess but I wanna hear those gorgeous moans of yours. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel” he says as he trails kisses down your stomach. As he gets to your waist he runs his tongue across your figure. Removing his hand from your clit he pulls down your shorts and panties making you close your legs embarrassed. Cocking his eyebrow he grabs your legs opening them slowly while looking at your red face. “Don’t hide from me, every inch of you is beautiful so no need to be scared” he says in a reassuring voice. You relax a bit allowing him to open you up. “Atta girl” he says looking at how wet you are just from a bit of stimulation. “Absolutely beautiful” he says licking his lips before running his fingers through your folds. Your body heats up even more just by having him touch you. Pulling his fingers up he licks them “such a sweet flavor” he says before pushing your legs back and licking up your folds. A loud gasp leaves your mouth and you hands running over the blanket. He slowly devoured you being sure to focus on the importance of making you feel amazing. Your moans start soft but grow as you climb closer and closer to bliss. “F-fuck~” you moan gripping the fabric beneath you. He smirks and slides a finger inside you curling it upwards. Your back arches just a bit, but it’s enough for him to slide in another finger and do the same. Your legs start to shake and you head starts feeling clouded while your moans become a bit wild. He fingers you harder and curls them faster forcing your orgasm to rip through your body. Your practically screaming his name and pushing him away with your hands. Pulling out his fingers he grabs your hands and holds them down as he licks up your juices. Your body squirming under him before he removes his mouth licking his lips. He looks down at you smirking wiping his mouth with his hand before taking off his shirt. His body was something to behold, you couldn’t stop staring as you panted on the floor. You sit up and force him to sit on the sofa behind him before pulling his waistband and pulling out his dick. Seriously this man was blessed. You had never seen something so big and thick, it was almost terrifying but you refused to let your fear overwhelm your desire. You slowly lick up the shaft while hold it before slowly sliding him in your mouth. “Mmm fuck princess” he groans as your slurp him up. Your head slowly bobs up and down his dick making his legs tense up with each bob. “Fuck~ just like that princess” he moans throwing his head back and his hands on your head. You then take him in your throat forcing his grip to tighten on your head and his moans to grow. You continue taking him in your throat when all of a sudden he pulls your hair forcing you off him. You look at him and lick your lips smiling at him as he pants. “Wicked little thing” he says before getting up and taking off his pants and boxers. He gets back on his knees and kisses you roughly before laying you on your back and breaking the kiss. He strokes himself a few times before lining himself up with you. “Just relax for me baby” he says before slowly pushing himself in. You yelp from the pain of the stretch as soon as he works his way in. He rubs your legs as he pushes the rest inside you. “It’s almost a too fucking tight” he groans while giving you enough time to adjust. Leaning down giving you loving kisses on your face and trembling lips to comfort you more. “Ready?” He asks. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling himself back before rolling his hips into yours was intense enough for you at the moment and it seemed like the same for him. You looked up to see his eyes closed and brows scrunched together as if he couldn’t handle it. “W-why are you s-so big?!~” you cry out as he speeds up a bit. He laughs a bit before kissing your neck and resting his arms on other side of your head.

Each thrust you could feel him pushing into your cervix causing you to cover your mouth to muffle your cries. He grabs your hands and pin them above your head as he speeds up. “No no baby girl let me fucking hear it” he practically growled at you. You clentch around him as you feel yourself close to releasing again. “P-please baby yes!~” you yell as you cum on his dick. Satisfied that he did what no other could he puts your legs in his shoulders and grabs your hips railing into you. Your moans now whimpers of his name and incoherent words with each thrust. “Fuck you feel so good baby!” He moans look at your face full of pleasure. Your hand moves your your stomach where his dick is bulging out, he notices and rubs the area softly praising you for taking his dick so good. “You’re even beautiful when you’re fucked senseless princess~ your perfect~” he moans kissing your legs and speeding up a bit. You feel a weird sensation like you have to pee but it was intense. You try to push him back as you had never felt this before. He once again grabs your hands holding them on either side of you forcing your legs back open. “Let me make you scream princess!” He growls and just before you could protest you begin squirting all over the place. Your screams of pleasure music to his ears and as he looks down he sees what was going on and smiles like a mad man. “That’s what the fuck in talking about princess! So fucking sexy!” He groans at the sight. You were an absolute mess under him at this point. “D-daddy~” you whimper under him causing him to stop mid stroke. “What was that princess?” He asks panting a bit. “I s-said DADDY~” you reply “fuck me please~” you say weakly at him. Looking a bit surprised he picks you up and bends you over the couch before slamming himself into you. “Fffuuuck~” you cry as his hands snake up your body. “You’re going to make me lose my fucking mind sweet heart~” he growls. This was the most intense he has been since you started and your body could barely handle it. Thrust after thrust he abused your pussy with his dick. Soon his thrusts become needy as he chases his release. “I-inside daddy~ fill me please!” You cry out. His eyes rolls to the back of his head before slamming into you one more time filling you as requested. “God damn baby~” he moans before slowly pulling from you. Your body falls on the couch and he sits next to you. “Sooooo your mine now.” he say rubbing your back. “I’ve never had something so good I don’t want anyone else to touch you” he states bluntly. “Touché” you reply giggling a bit. “Let’s go shower” he says. “I’d love to but I can’t feel my legs”.

Yes please 😌

[alreadyblondenow]

Black on black | Lucas Wong

▸ Lucas x reader ▸ Smut, Sprinkle of angst, devil au ▸ HALLOWEEN SERIES: 127 HOUSE ▸ 3/5 for NEOHALLOWEEN writing festival hosted by @nct-writers

Summary: We’ve read different stories about humans summoning demons to ask them for a favor but what happens if, the devil himself summons humans so he can have his own fun? The devil himself strikes a deal with a sinner to save her from the trouble she singlehandedly caused in exchange for her to accept the torture that the devil has planned for her. In bed. But an unexpected turn of events happened that even the devil himself did not see it coming.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Rough sex, bleeding while sex, choking, swearing, mentions of alcohol, blood play?, bleeding, unprotected sex, mentions of blackmail, filth, straight up filth, fingering, it’s the devil so its rough sex click away if you’re not into that, mentions of depression

A/N: PURE FILTH. I made this as a breather from the two fics before this hehe. Pure fiction and inspired by some movies of course. Don’t expect that this is good like the two fics before this hehehehhehe I just wanted to write for Lucas, finally. 

Taglist: Again, I hope I didn’t miss anyone, if yes please do message me so I can apologize huhu @huangxx @fruityutas @floweringtheflowers​

Growing up, we’ve read different stories about humans summoning demons to ask them for a favor but what happens if, the devil himself summons humans so he can have his own fun? Execute his own way of torturing humans even if they’re still alive and breathing here on Earth?

Lucas, the devil himself. Comes to play in our world during Devil’s Night, his night. It’s like a birthday party for him but nobody knows who he is just how he likes it. He made this huge party for his own pleasure, looking at the humans wearing different costumes, reading their faces, and waiting for a perfect timing. He is specifically looking for someone he can ruin for a good laugh. Someone whom he can ruin in the sheets but also ruin her spirits, her point of view in life, her way of thinking.

The house your friend brought you in was loud and blaring for Halloween night. It was a house and not a club, but the party was so wild that it looked like a club from the outside. Everyone is dressed perfectly for Halloween and tonight, you dressed how you feel. Black wings, black dress, black everything. Perfect for mourning your innocence, purity, and dignity.  

You plan on drinking and pouring all your sorrows at the dance floor, flirt a little if life permits, and maybe go home with a random stranger and have a one night stand. It was a desperate call, you just want to forget your stupidity, feel numb, and be distracted. Fuck morality you said to yourself.

“Did you eat before we get here? You already look fucking wasted” your friend asked, shouting at you so you can hear her.

“No. But I’m fine” you answer her after downing a tequila shot. You feel tired already from too much dancing, mingling with strangers but no one is interesting enough. Little did you know, someone is very interested in you.

He can smell your pain, your struggles, and your desperate call. Your sin is fresh for him and you’re in need of torture, he has a great feeling that he will enjoy this night. The thought of it makes Lucas blush and feel excited for the cherry on top of this night. He was smiling darkly on his little corner, watching your every move, entertained on how you down your alcohols with so much desperation to feel numb.

You drown yourself in the sea of people, dance with strangers who reeks of alcohol, feeling and letting the alcohol get into your system. Everything was blurry. The party lights change every second following the beat of the music. You watch the surroundings turn colored to black, colored to black, colored to black.

“Oh” until someone handsome startled you and appeared in front of you out of nowhere. Looking into his eyes made everything slow, maybe it’s just the alcohol or simply because he’s just handsome and dreamy.

“I think you’re the one for me” shameless. Bold. Just like that, he has you wrapped around his finger.

“Do I know you?” you tried stopping your smile and with your best effort, you put on a serious face. But he can see right through you.

He smirked and came closer, smelling your perfume, and shamelessly bit your left ear. “No. But I know what you did yesterday” you pushed him away but the man was strong and enticing. He held you close to him, holding you on your waist as your eyes are finally captured by his. “I know what you did to get your promotion, such a bad girl you are” you feel his hand slide under your dress, caressing the softness of your skin.

“Tell me the truth, does it feel good to blackmail your boss by forcing him to have sex with you and secretly make a sex tape? Scaring him that you will show it to his wife and his three daughters?” he chuckled darkly while he enjoys watching you get scared.

“Fuck you! I deserve this promotion-“ you croaked, feeling your tears run down your cheeks. But you won’t let this man get inside your head and tried to put up a fight, showed him you’re not scared. Lucas became even more entertained when he saw you cry and fake your bravery.

He didn’t expect you to be quite a fighter and a little fierce, but he loves a good challenge. And you’re definitely it. “Of course you do, but I’m not here to expose you. I want to give you a deal. I will make this all go away, but receive the torture that I have planned for you tonight” his voice became even more inviting and to be completely honest you’re open to accept anything and desperate to make it all go away. What you did was something you want to forget, you’re not a bad person just a very desperate one.

“Who are you? How can you make this all go away, I don’t want anyone to get hurt” He played with the strap of your bra that fell off your shoulder, running his thumb on your clothed nipple. By this time you feel so nervous because you have no idea what this man can do to you.

“I’m the devil and you’re in big trouble clever girl”

You saw it in your own eyes. Under the flicking lights. His face became scaly, the horns on his head look too good to be fake, red dark eyes that hold terror, teeth sharp and dirty as he laughs at you. Then suddenly returned to his handsome form, the one you can stomach to look at.

“F-fine, I’ll do everything you want. Since you’re not giving me any choice here but after this deal, I never want to see you again” you looked at him with scared eyes but still, you stood in front of him with the right amount of bravery.

“You’re not in the position to ask for something. Just enjoy this privilege” the way he kisses your cheek so softly disgusts you after seeing his true form.

For you, you only agreed to do this because the night can come and go. The sun will soon rise and you will be given another day to start over and forget about this night. Just like any other one night stand, you just have to make the sex count, enjoy yourself, and then forget about everything. What can possibly go wrong? You were looking forward to a good fuck tonight anyway.

‘Receive the torture that I have planned for you tonight’ those words linger in your mind like a promise that you’re waiting for him to fulfill. It irritates you how he’s just devouring you while you sit comfortably on his lap by the edge of his massive bed. His dress shirt is only half unbuttoned and you don’t know why you’re itching to get him naked already. So with all your confidence, you unbutton his shirt fully and expose his perfect body.

It made you speechless. Tan skin, perfect chest, abs hard as a rock. It amuses him how you’re completely enchanted by his body. “Remove your clothes, leave your panties” you do as you’re told, removing your own clothes while you kept your eyes lock on the man in front of you. “Perfect” he whispered, brushing his fingers on your now exposed nipples. Soft and slow, making it sensitive, making you whine and turn your head around as you roll your hips slowly on his clothed cock. He is big you’re sure of it.

He puts his thumb on your clothed clit, touching you with the utmost care, taking his time with you, and returning his lips on your neck. “Wheres that torture you were talking about?” you whine out your concern, still waiting for that promise.

“Shut up” is all he said. But it wasn’t stern. It was in an airy tone in between kissing your neck and your boobs, he almost sounded weak but that’s impossible.

He roughly put you in bed, ruined your panties in one go, and spread your legs like you’re just nothing. It was quite a rush and it happened so fast. You don’t know when did he remove his pants and underwear but he is now devouring the valley between your boobs, kissing it softly while his hand caresses your legs like he owns you.

Did it sink in already to you? That you’re now naked in bed and about to have sex with the devil?

His hard cock brushes on the insides of your thighs, feeling how big it is and already doubting if it could fit inside you. “It will” he whispers, ah, he can read your mind. Great. “fuck me already” you spoke to him in your mind, which made him smile.

“How many times do I have to tell you, you’re not in the position to ask for something” he bit your lower lip and made you bleed. He licks the blood and licked your lips. How surprising, you like what he’s doing so you wrapped your arms around him and did the same thing to him.

You bit his lips. Let it bleed and lick his lips right in front of his eyes.

Lo and behold. This is the first time a human surprised him with such boldness. As much as it hurts his pride being continuously challenged, he still wants to see your face when he finally ruins you. But it seems like your touch is ruining him, the way your hands roam around his back is addicting for him. How can this be? “Don’t touch me” he said, but this time it wasn’t soft. He sounded angry and frustrated. But you didn’t stop and continue touching him, irritating him more with your touch forcing him to kiss you.

“I said don’t touch me” he repeats and you feel his skin getting warmer like a kettle on the stove.

“No. Let me touch you, that way you can enjoy more”

It’s not that you already found out that your touch affects him. He is naturally enticing, luring, and handsome. There’s no way you will let this moment pass without having your own fun. A handsome man is on top of you, perfect kissable thin lips, beautiful body with perfectly tanned skin, you don’t care anymore if his eyes turned red and dark.

Lucas on the other hand has never seen anyone look at him with full admiration. How you swirl your finger around his nipples, and kiss him with all the lust you have surprised him. He didn’t expect this kind of pleasure, he felt like a king.  

Desperate people can do horrible things like sleeping with the devil. “Are we going to fuck or are we just going to admire each other for the whole night?” you asked him and he was challenged. He lifts your hips and rests it on his thigh, dragging you completely on the mattress as he spread your legs even wider than before. “I’m completely aware that you’re not a virgin anymore… but tonight I’m gonna make you bleed. I will hurt you and you” there was his scary tone again that sends a shiver in your spine and widen your eyes.

“Hmm?” the answer to your question was answered by one swift move.

Lucas rammed his cock in your tight walls, not giving a fuck if it hurts you. “Shit!” you covered your mouth and breathed deeply as you feel Lucas pulling out completely and ramming his cock again inside you.

It hurt. But just like the first time you had sex, the pain was gone after a few hard thrusts.

He did make you feel like a virgin again and that completely blows your mind. How? As expected, it was a good fuck. Better than anything you’ve had and you’re happy you gave in. So happy that you were smiling while hurting, moaning a string of curses while his fingers dig on your skin.

He pulled out his cock and ran a finger on your slit. The bold move made you whine and you feel your bud so sensitive. He showed you his middle finger with your blood on it, smirked, and licked his finger clean with a devilish smile. He went back to fucking you real hard your head bumps on his headboard. The way he was fucking you was like he haven't had sex for a year.

He cums inside you and started to roll his hips slowly. “I need to rest. Go slow” again, your body is answering to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, he’s giving in from your touch.

“Did your boss made you bleed this good when he was fucking you on his table yesterday?” he asks while still rolling his hips oh so slowly and showering your neck with kisses. He wasn’t tired at all even though he’s grunting and breathing heavily. You feel his soft touches again around your chest, tracing your collar bone but when his hand reaches your neck, he suddenly chokes you and thrust quickly putting you on edge again.

“Harder,” you said, struggling but it pleasures you. You are truly the perfect one for him he thought. As he went harder, choking you until you reach your high again, you watch him smile in satisfaction kissing you while choking and fucking you hard amuses him to the core.  

Oh, how he loved the sex! After cumming inside you, he finally let go of your neck, letting you cough and catch your breath. Your body feels weak and tired, he definitely worn you out but he seems ready to go for another round, so this time you beg. “Please. Rest”

He chuckled and continued kissing your body, devouring your lips, making your nipples swollen. You noticed he’s making you touch him now, he seems to be addicted to your touch at this point. He can’t stop holding your hand, intertwine it with his, and whenever you pull your hand away just to teas him he grips it hard and wrap your arms around his neck.

Still body to body and his cock inside you, Lucas was asking for another round but you refuse. He might be the devil but consent is still important. You refuse and refuse until he gets tired of asking. “Okay. I give up. But that was-“

“Great? Awesome? Admit it you’re already looking forward to seeing me again” you were still struggling to talk from too much choking, the feeling of his big hands around your neck still lingers on your skin.

“Come to Hell with me. You’re the best I’ve had so far- I can make you rich, I’ll give everything you want” he reaches for your hand and placed a soft kiss at the back of it.

“Did you forget that I agreed to this because I have a perfect life here? Don’t forget your part of the bargain, hmm?” it completely surprised him how you easily refused his offer and still embraced your life here. After everything that happened in his bed, he still can’t believe you don’t want to stay with him.

When you got up to clean his cum dripping from your legs and prepare yourself to come home, he stopped you from leaving his room. Kissed you more and for the first time in his entire existence, he begged. “I’m not going to say it again, it hurts my pride. Stay with me”

“Do you love me? After we fucked like that? You suddenly love me?”

“I don’t love you”

“Then I don’t have any reason to stay and come with you” you kissed him one last time like what you always do to every man you slept with.

He felt betrayed, frustrated, and annoyed.

After having sex with him, you left his house limping and sore but quite glowing because of the amazing sex. It was fun while it lasted, but all good things come to an end.

Lucas did make it all go away. He gave you a clean spot for the promotions, deleted your boss’s memories about you blackmailing him, and he deleted the only evidence of what you did beforehand. It was like magic for you and you got all these for free by just having sex with him. What a win-win situation. Your life became perfect as it can be after that night in 127 House. No one can take this all away from you. Or so you thought.

He built your career in just one snap of his finger, the same goes for how he ruined your life. Just because you hurt his pride and refused his offer. After a few months, he released the video to the police and got you arrested. Laughing on the side as he watches you get your hands cuffed. Listening to your cries in jail, it’s like a lullaby for him. But that’s not where his torture ends, he even ruined your mental health. Made you depressed while you were doing time, made your family turn their backs against you. Not even one visit for a year.

That’s why you quickly jumped in bed when finally someone remembered you. Even just one visit from your family can lift your spirits.

But he wasn’t family.

“You did all this!” without hesitation you shouted at him, showing your anger from your side of the room. But he was just sitting there, watching you cry and shout. Smirking.

“Shut up. I’m here to offer something” there he is again with his twisted deals, “Come down there with me. I have a contract here, just to make everything professional and tidy. Sign it. Or you will suffer more”

He was sitting cooly in front of you, like a rich man buying a piece of a very expensive jewelry. One of the guards un-cuffed you and handed you a pen and the contract that will make everything go away. Is being with him for all eternity better than jail? Will he finally keep his word this time? What if one day he found another woman who can offer the same things?  

“You said you don’t love me”

“I lied. I don’t know what love means but if it's close to obsession, then I’m obsessed with you.”

“Why can't you leave me alone?”

He chuckled darkly and leaned closer to the glass that’s keeping you away from each other. “You’re in love with danger and all things dark that's why I can't let go of you. You are, truly the one for me” You turned silent and he just watched you cry in front of the contract, gripping your pen and confused as fuck. He was running out of patience.  

“Are you going to sign that or I will make you?”

For the last time, you read the contract and read the words ‘forever’ over and over again and looked at Lucas before you sign it. Forever with this man? you signed it with a heavy heart and smashed the pen on the table and cry some more.

“Lastly,” he stood up from his seat, buttoning his coat and fixing his sleeve. “Say that you love me” he smirked again in front of you, giving you no choice.

“I love you”

He looked deep in your eyes for some time, smelling your fear through the glass. And with one snap, the glass was gone. It didn’t surprise you this time, you’re well aware of what he’s capable of. In the first place, he ruined your life.

He snapped his fingers again, but this time you’re surprised. “Did you know that after you cleaned my dripping cum from your legs that night you come to bed with me and we had sex again- oh! It was better than the first and second round!”

Flashbacks in your head were playing, as you remember how he lured you in bed that night again. The way you removed your dress in front of him again was so clear this time, he was smiling and you were enjoying his touch. You closed your eyes and the next memory that played in your head was how he put your hands above your head, fingers intertwined with his and the feeling of your fingers gripping tightly still ghosts your hands until now.

“It was all an illusion Y/n. You never left 127 House, I just made you believe that you’re in jail. If you thought that it was already a year, well, it’s only been three days”