#Depraved Maniac

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Only Mine

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.4k

[cw]: 18+ only, smut, jealous overprotective Jax, angst, short fight scene (if you can even call it that), car sex, oral f receiving, teasing, unfinished sex

[authors note]: I had this idea floating around for awhile and then this request inspired the rest! thank you!

“I’m sure you say that to all the ladies.” 

You were along the bar, chin in palm, blinking your lashes at the man sitting beside you. He smiled back wryly. He was pretty perfect. Clean cut, slightly muscular, no tats covering him from top to bottom, no bike sitting in the parking lot. He was a little cocky, aware of his good looks, and in all honesty, any other day he’d be the type of guy you’d usually find pretty boring. But for tonight, he’d be a welcome distraction. 

“So you’re really here alone?” the man asked, looking around as he took a sip from the glass in front of him. 

You smiled back, twisting a strand of hair into your fingers as you sipped your beer, “that surprise you?” 

“Someone like you doesn’t come around here often. Can't imagine you haven’t been snatched up yet.” 

Technically, he was right. Jax and you hadn’t spoken in days, and although the mutual silence was a regular occurrence, you somehow always found a way back to each other. It never had been made ‘official’, but it never really needed to be. You both stuck to each other like the end poles of magnets, impossible to keep apart yet impossible to stay together. You and Jax were a burning flame amongst a sea of trees condemned to an endless drought. Your love was toxic and infuriating, and it pained you both how hurtful you could be to one another. Yet for some reason, you always went back. You’d reconnect, one of you would fuck up, and then it was back to square one all over again. 

“Haven’t found the one yet”, you teased. 

He gestured to the bartender with his hand, “can I buy you another beer?” 

You smiled politely back at him, “you can buy me as many as you want.”

You picked up your drink and pulled his hand with your other as you led him to one of the quiet booths settled at the back of the bar. You spent the next hour cosying up to your stranger, soaking in the attention he gave you. He was overly attentive and extremely polite, almost a little too nice for your liking. No roughness on the edges, no fight in him. Just a gentleman through and through. You sat inches from each other, tension building as the drinks continued to appear. 

“Can I kiss you?” The man asked as he leaned in, hovering above your face. It wasn’t often you were asked to be kissed. You stared into his eyes through your long lashes, nodding in approval.

He smiled shyly into your lips as they pressed against his. He was gentle, his hands slowly moving to your waist, never straying further. 

He laid back into the bench, taking a sip from his beer. “You know I never did catch your name.” 

You didn’t want to share anything with this stranger, the anonymity bringing less questions and expectations. 

“Later.” 

You cupped his face in your hand, grazing his jaw with your fingertips as you brought his mouth to yours again.

He was nice, but the longer you spent kissing your gentle stranger, the more you yearned to be in the hands of your depraved biker. Jax was urgent and desperate for you each time you were in his arms. There was a mutual desire that turned you both into crazed maniacs when you were together. It was something you’d searched for every time you were with someone else, because nobody you’d ever come across had given you that same feeling. 

Jax had a way of turning you into the only girl in the world. Until he was fucking the next croweater who threw themselves at him the following day. 

Tonight, you were going to allow yourself to enjoy the gentlemen in front of you. You leaned back into the bench, trying to edge him on top of you as you sunk into the bench against his lips.

You were so entangled in your stranger that you never even noticed him arrive with half of The Club. It wasn’t until you were interrupted by the break in your lips as he was pulling the man off you by his shirt, forcing him to the floor as he was knocked flat on his back. 

“Jax!”

“Dude! What the fu-“ he tried to stand up, but Jax placed his shoe directly on his chest, crushing him to the ground. The man grunted under the weight, failing to pry the shoe off of him. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He pressed down into the man’s chest harder, restraining himself from crushing his rib cage all together. 

The stranger looked at you with wide eyes, trying to speak through the force compounding his lungs, “she said she was alone!” 

Jax smiled at him as he laid spread out on the dirty bar floor. 

“I don’t give shit what she said. Your time is up, pretty boy.”  

You were ashamed to admit that you thoroughly enjoyed watching Jax furious with envy over you, but you did feel bad for the innocent guy beneath his sneaker. 

“Get the fuck off him, Jax.” 

He glanced up at you, taking a long look at your flushed pink cheeks and swollen lips.

The crowded bar was now zoned in on your table, watching and entertained by the drama unfolding. Chibs, Juice and Bobby guarded the table, ensuring no onlookers got in the way of Jax’s jealous fuelled rage. 

He picked the man up by his collar, pulling him to his feet as he threw him against the wall. Jax gripped at his jaw, lifting his chin to force his eyes towards you at the bench. “I suggest you apologise for bothering my girl.” 

“Jax don’t be ridiculous-“ 

He ignored you, glaring at the man in his grasp, tightening the grip on his collar. 

“I’m sorry, okay!” 

“Not to me, asshole. To her.” 

You rolled your eyes, watching as he tormented the innocent stranger you had set yourself upon.

“I’m sorry I bothered you.” His voice cracked from the hold Jax had on his collar, draining the circulation from his neck.

Jax shoved the man off the wall, releasing him as he was once again flown across the laminate. He stumbled to regain his balance before he started running, bolting for the exit. He disappeared at the speed of light, chuckles from Juice and Chibs echoing through the bar as he ran. 

You stood up from the bench, storming off in anger for the door. 

Jax followed you into the empty, dark car park outside the bar. His hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched you slump against the brick wall, sliding down to sit on the pavement. You put a cigarette to your mouth as you searched for a lighter in your bag. You hadn’t felt tipsy until the air hit you, realising your head was spinning.

He paced over to you, crouching forward with his lighter, igniting the cigarette between your lips. 

“You’re such a prick sometimes, you know that?” 

Jax slid down the wall beside you, his legs bent slightly at the knees as he sighed to himself, lighting his own cigarette. “Not gonna argue with that.” 

He exhaled a large cloud of smoke as he spoke, “but you were basically fucking that guy in an open bar, y/n.” 

“First of all, no I wasn’t.” 

He chuckled, amused by your irritation. 

“And second of all, what the fuck has that got to do with you? You’re the one who decided to get knee deep in Ima last week, again.” 

“I told you I was drunk.” 

“And now I’m drunk too”, you protested.

He shook his head as smoke escaped his lips, fingers twirling the silver lighter in his hands. “That isn’t going to happen again.”

Your head fell back as you groaned at his promise, leaning against the hard brick behind you. “Yeah, ‘cause I haven’t heard that one before.” 

He smiled, nudging your leg with his playfully. “You know I mean it. Doesn’t matter who I’m inside, there's only one face I see.” 

You turned your head towards him, leaning your face on his shoulder. “I’m tired of this, Jax. You and your mommy issues are giving me whiplash.” 

“Yeah, well your baggage ain’t so easy to handle either.” He placed a hand over the back of your head, stroking your hair as he spoke.

You responded with a punch to his knee, swaying his leg. “You can’t just keep beating men up because they’re interested in me. That guy was actually sweet.” 

He threw his cigarette across the pavement before he grasped his hands into your hair, entangling his fingers between the strands. He crushed his lips against yours, his tongue lapping into your mouth. His fingers smoothed against your face, the feeling of his cold rings brushing against your cheek. Your foreheads connected as your eyes closed, resting silently along each other. “I can be sweet too.” 

You chuckled, playfully biting his lip. “You’re a sweet, jealous prick, Teller.”

He pulled into you once more, pecking your lips slowly before escalating into your lips, pulling you on top of him. You straddled him there in the lot, surrounded by empty parked cars in the dead of night. His hands gripped at your waist, pulling your body tighter to him, the feeling of his erection pressing into your jeans. Your hands twisted into his hair, holding his head against yours. He smirked against your lips, trailing his hands lower to your ass, as he secured his hands in your back pockets. He stroked your cheek with his nose, kissing the pink tinted skin.

“I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.” 

Your mouth found his as you raised your eyebrows, mumbling into his lips, “then take what's yours.”

He grinned, lifting you in one swift motion from his lap, standing you up against him. He pulled you across the parking lot as you stumbled drunk, trying to keep up. He led you to your car, opened the back door and pushed you flat against the back seat. 

Jax laid above you, planting himself between your legs. He angled himself between the seats, crushing his mouth against yours. His touch was ravenous, ripping the buttons from your jeans waistband as he pulled the denim from your ass. You giggled as he struggled to get them off entirely between the leather of the flat seat. You lifted yourself up, helping as he removed them. He pulled at your shirt, lifting it higher to expose the skin around your stomach as he leaned into you, gnawing at the skin in short pecks from your navel to your now exposed panties. You grasped at his hair as he claimed you with his warm mouth, suffocating himself into the fabric that covered your mound. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking soaked for me.” He groaned at the taste of your slick pooling into the cotton, pulling your panties to the side. He circled his tongue against your clit, watching you, utterly mesmerised as you whimpered at the sensation. He rolled his thumb against your dripping fold, “this pretty cunt is mine.” 

Vibrations filled your entire being as he nuzzled into your mound, lapping his tongue repeatedly against your slick, his hands lifting your ass to push deeper into you. You tugged at the roots of his blonde hair, drunken moans of his name filling the car park as you struggled to keep quiet. He pulled away, his face glistening from your juices as he smirked at you, caressing his fingers against your pussy. “You want your sweet guy to finish you off?”

Your head fell back at the taunt, “c’mon Jax, don’t- stop-”

He pulled your panties down your ass, exposing your cunt entirely. His tongue stroked you, prodding at your swollen nub, before hesitating again. “Tell me you’re mine.” 

“Fuck, Jax- I’m- yours. I’m only yours.” The words trailed slowly from your gritted teeth, your head swirling from the feeling and the beer. You chased for his mouth, drawing your hips up closer to his face.

“Look at me when you tell me.”

You used all your might to lift your head from the seat, finding his eyes staring into yours, fire blazing within them. You spoke between your sharpened breaths, trying to form a coherent sentence. “I said- I’m yours.”

“I can’t hear you, darlin’. You’re only what?” 

Your head collapsed into the leather seat, cries escaping your lips as you squirmed your hips higher to find his mouth again. “I’m yours- Jax- shit-”

“That’s my pretty girl.” 

He stoked his tongue against your clit, enjoying every moment as you pleaded through your moans for him to take you to your climax. He was revelling in your anguish as he teased at your cunt. He played with your folds again, his fingers caressing the soaking skin. 

“No other man comes near my pussy, isn’t that right?”

You groaned in response, his claim on you sending you further into spiral. “No- no one else.”

His lips reconnected to your cunt, whimpers of desperation pouring from your lips. His fingers finally found your entrance, rewarding you as he slid into your seam, pushing you towards your release. 

He muttered into your mound, “you only cum for me.”

Your body exploded at his instruction, collapsing onto his fingers as they curled against your sweet spot, his mouth soaking in your orgasm. He delighted at your unravelling, his hands travelling your body as he found your breasts, kneading into the soft skin.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let go for me.” Your thighs shook around his face uncontrollably, squeezing his head into your cunt.

He released his hand from your mound, hovering over you as his lips laid flush against yours. He danced around your mouth, forcing you to taste your slick that covered his tongue. Jax straddled over your hips, holding himself up against the headrest of the seat as his throbbing cock found your entrance. He positioned himself, sliding between the folds, a squeal escaping your throat as he filled you entirely. 

Before he could fuck you senseless, a loud repeated bang was heard against the hood of the car, startling you both.

“Jackie boy! We gotta go!”

Jax collapsed against you, groaning in frustration. If you weren’t so drunk from Jax and the beer, you would’ve been furious. Instead you giggled, amused by the interruption, “Chib’s and his impeccable timing.” He sighed, his head resting against your chest. 

He pulled out from you, as you rushed to put your underwear back in its place. He smirked against your mouth as he kissed you one last time, parting your lips between his, "guess I’ll just have to finish claiming you later.”

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[kingkunigami]

— Shidou Ryusei

Masterlist.

So what if he played dirty to get here, can you really blame him? When the reward is the biggest trophy there is—

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, spanking, no prep, unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, cum eating, cum swapping.

Pairing: Shidou Ryusei x f!reader.

Word Count: 2.0k.

A man who’s reputation preceded him, rumours swirling about the numerous exploits he was involved in that had to be covered up. Non-disclosures paired with hush money meant the internet was buzzing with convoluted theories about what Shidou Ryusei got up to when he was off the pitch.

But no one really knew the truth— for a man that was seemingly so dangerous and depraved, he was always focused on the win. Trophies and titles are only so important when they’re earned, the thrill of the chase almost more exciting than the prize itself.

Not this time, though— this time the prize was well and truly worth the chase. Leaving a line of deflated men hunched over out in the locker rooms as he stalked towards the room you were waiting in, ignoring every word that Ego tried to say to him as he pushed the door open. Slamming it shut behind him as he took in the sight of you sitting so quietly at the foot of the bed, towering over you as though ready to consume you whole.

“So this is what all the fuss was about, huh?” Shidou scoffed, shamelessly leaning forward to hook an index finger between the cups of your lacy bra. Tugging at the thin string as your breasts bounced from the motion, magenta eyes focused on your bare skin as the same maniacal grin that he wears on the field appeared, “No wonder those bozo’s are practically begging for penalties now.”

Shidou wouldn’t admit the lengths he went to in order to be the next one to have you. The desire and drive the other members of the program now had evident to everyone around, the way they all played the game now far more calculated and tenacious. Every man stepping up their game for a chance of claiming you next, which meant that Shidou had to adapt. And now that he was here in the room with you, he’d admit it was worth the yellow card he’d received after shouldering Isagi as he was about to score. The poor fucker trying to jog off a hurt ankle for the rest of the match, while Shidou managed to intercept the penalty given and knocked his own goal into the top left corner.

“Don’t worry, Isagi,” Shidou called across the pitch as the players made their way towards the locker rooms. Holding up his fingers in a peace sign towards Isagi after before moving them to his lips to stick his tongue out between them in a lewd gesture— a reminder to his rival of what reward awaited Shidou tonight, and left the poor striker fucking his fist in the showers at the thought of it, “I’ll tell you how she tastes.”

You could smell him, a virile musk that shrouded his form and clung to his football shirt that made your thighs shudder. Clearly, he hadn’t even bothered to shower after the game before finding his way here to you— deciding this matter was of far higher importance as he shrugged his damp shirt up and over his head.

“Aww, don’t worry,” He cooed as he noticed the way your eyes widened at his bold movement, voice oozing with faux sympathy, “I’ll be gentle.”

Shidou broke off into a laugh after, as though he couldn’t even believe his lie long enough to endorse it. Catching you by surprise as he wrapped a palm around your thigh to flip you over, pulling a surprised squeal from your lips as he took in the view of your round ass.

“Shit, that ass is fuckin’ eating your panties, huh?” He was so crass, the words had an intense heat rushing to your face as he smacked a large palm down on your right cheek hard. Splaying all of his fingers for maximum impact as he palmed your cheek after, letting the meat of it mould around his fingers as he shook roughly, “Can’t wait to make it bounce.”

You cried out when he spanked you the second time, the dull ache from the first now ebbing to a sting as he gave the other cheek the same attention. The sensitive skin darkening from his ministrations as he pushed his hips forward, feeling his naked length now perched between the curve of your ass. When had he even—

You turned your head back to see his football shorts left bunched around his thighs, barely enough to free his hard cock. And although he hadn’t been as big as you’d anticipated him to be, nothing could seemingly be as big as his ego. The length definitely made up for his size, forking veins scattered along him as they melded into a bulging, swollen tip.

“Like what you see, babe? And unlike these other losers, I know how to use it too—” He sneered, wrapping a palm around himself to give a teasing pump before slapping the tip of it against your ass, leaving a silvery line of pre against your skin, “On your knees.”

Shidou slapped the side of your thigh as he leaned back on his calves, watching in amusement as you assembled the position. Bracing yourself on your palms as you kneeled, legs on either side of him as he reached out to run his fingers along the crotch of your panties. A guttural groan rumbling deep in his chest at the sensation, feeling how wet the material was before he’d even really toyed with you.

“Does he make you get yourself wet before, or is this all for me?” Shidou smirked, pinching your labia between his thumb and forefinger as he toyed with your folds, “It’s all because of me, ain’t it?”

Knew it, he murmured beneath his breath as he continued to play with you like a toddler with a new toy at Christmas. Rough hands prodding at you as he did as he pleased, thumbing your clit to pull more pretty moans from between your lips before tugging your panties to the side. Grinning as he watched the glistening strings of your slick stick to the fabric and break off against your skin as your tight hole fluttered around nothing. He pushed his middle finger forward, prodding it against your hole to feel how tight you were. Biting down on his bottom lip as he dragged the calloused pad along your inner walls, watching in amusement as you tried to push back into his touch.

“I thought I’d have to prep you or some shit, but looks like this pretty pussy’s practically begging for me, ain’t she?” He snorted, moving into position as he took himself in a rough fist. Lining himself up with your drooling slit as he dragged his leaky tip through your folds, coating himself in you as he slowly began to push forward, “So fuckin’ easy.”

“Oh,” You exhaled, fingers curling into the sheets beneath you as you felt Shidou push into your tight sex, unbothered about the slight resistance as he rolled his hips.

“Shit,” Shidou grunted, “No wonder those fuckers are actually trying now, you got this perfect angel cunt.”

Shindou was ruthless as he started a brutal pace, hands splayed against your ass as he spread your cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear inside your wet heat. Creamy rings of your slick circling his length as his balls slapped against your clit with each rough thrust. Your arms became weak trying to keep up with the force of his movements, shaking before you collapsed onto your forearms. Changing the angle of his thrusts as he moved to curl over your body, one of his hands now pressed to the sheets beside you while the other curled into the back of your bra. Roughly holding the clasp as the wires dug into your chest, pink eyes watching the swell of your ass ripple with the force of his thrusts.

“Shit, baby. You’re tryin’ to get me to cum fast, ain’tcha?” He trailed off into a groan as he felt your walls clench around him from his tone.

You couldn’t keep your head up, your forehead now against the sheets as he fucked you hard and fast. The tip of his long cock so deep inside you that it gave your cervix a bruising kiss with each forward motion, certain that you’d feel his cum in your guts if he came inside.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. The pleasure numbing the pain as your cunt cried out for relief, the euphoria swirling inside you as you teetered on the edge of your climax. Embarrassed at the pathetic whines that you couldn’t stop from spilling from your throat as Shidou fucked into your pliant body, overcome by pleasure.

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s it— cum on my cock.” You felt lightheaded as the pleasure finally consumed you whole, crying out in pleasure as your climax crashed down around you. Toes curling as your arms and legs gave way, collapsing onto your stomach as your walls pulsed around him.

Shidou didn’t miss a beat as he followed you down onto the mattress, his cock still buried firmly inside you as he pressed the muscular weight of his body on top of you. Chasing his own pleasure as your cunt continued to pulse around him, trying to milk him of his own release.

“That was so hot,” He grunted, chapped lips pressing wet kisses against the curve of your neck as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, “Sound so pretty when you cum— I bet the whole locker room heard ya.”

He was relentless as he chased his own pleasure, the change in position had you even tighter as Shidou felt his balls tighten in anticipation, giving a few more rough ruts of his hips against the curve of your ass as he came undone. Coating your walls with ropes of white, hot cum as he emptied himself inside you.

“Fu-uck,” He grunted, his sweaty chest tacking to your back as he nuzzled your neck. Surrounding you completely with the scent of him as he stayed buried inside you for a few moments, cherishing the sensation of your walls continuing to clench around him in the tremours of your climax before he finally pulled out.

Smirking in satisfaction at the way your slick and his cum left messy strings along the length of his cock, glistening in the fluorescent lights of the room as he spread your cheeks apart to see your stretched hole.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” He scoffed, pulling your hips up as he pushed his tongue inside you. Tasting the bitter mixture of his spend laced with the flavour of you as he slurped lecherously at your throbbing cunt, sucking the mixture out if you and into his mouth.

You groaned as he moved to hold the back of your head with his strong palm, fingers digging into the base of your skull at the root of your hair as he tugged your head back. His other hand pulling at your jaw to tug your mouth open as he pressed his lips against yours, letting the debauched combination of your releases trickle into your mouth as he spat. The bitter taste hit your tongue as your eyes rolled back, his fingers moving lower to wrap around your neck as he urged you to swallow. Magenta eyes focused on you with the same depraved smirk on his face as he felt your throat bob, swallowing everything he’d given you.

“God, you’re a bigger freak than me.” He shook his head, leaning forward to give your glossed lips a languid lick before pulling back and making a scene of smacking his lips, “Maybe I’ll let those other fuckers clean you off my cock— see what they’re missing.”

If Shidou had risked a red card to get a chance with you today, before he’d even had you, you dread to think what he would do to get another taste. Stuffing his cock back inside his shorts as he pulled them back up, scratching at his chest as he gave himself a final look at your spent body lax against the messy sheets. Knowing that every single man inside Blue Lock would be jealous of him and the stench of you that permeated from him when he walked back into the room. That Shidou Ryusei currently held the biggest prize in the program.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

And he intended to hold onto that trophy.

[sorcerous-caress]

Faux Innocence | Halsin

[Smut, purity kink, slightly toxic Halsin, Durge reader, nb!reader]

Halsin has developed a false impression of who you are. Despite being a bhaalspawn, you were the picture of purity in his eyes and he let his urges to corrupt you take over.

If someone were to ask Halsin what true purity was, he'd merely point in your direction.

For how could anything else compare to you? How could the petals of a budding spring flower compete with you? Not even the sweet nectar of a honeysuckle rivals the sweetness of your innocence.

Is what he sincerely believed, constantly preached and defended with vigour against any conflicting view or opinion someone had of you.

He might have not gotten to know you much, but from what he has seen and through all the troubles you went through to help him and his grove, to help cure this land from its curse and save a child of nature, he has a solidified view about you.

A maniac? A murder? A bhaalspawn? Halsin will soon believe that the sun was blue rather than these blatant lies. You couldn't hurt a fly if you tried, you were the picture of a meek newborn deer in his eyes.

No matter how many times your companions attempted to tarnish his glass stained picture of you, it would never shatter.

Yet you accepted his advances, his proposition in broad daylight. Halsin was sure of one thing that day, and it's that you might have been even more naive than he thought you were, to allow a man you've barely known to bed you so easily.

It almost felt sinful of him to wait for you in the woods that night. His neglected cock throbbing and aching against his clothes, tip leaking pearly white droplets at the thought of your wide eyed stare and sweet smile when you finally arrived.

He was gentle, he really tried to be as gentle as he could. The most careful and delicate he has been in his entire lifetime, a stark contrast to his wild nature and usual intense sexual experiences.

Speaking slowly, softly. Allowing you space and asking you if you're sure multiple times in an almost condensing way. The man would coo at your endearing enthusiasm as he patted your head, amused by your innocence.

Your companions really don't know you at all huh? Spinning false tales of you allowing a priest of loviatar to whip and inflict pain on you so publicly, claiming you were flirting with the devil women after Wyll. They even had the audacity to imply that blood and gore turn you on!

These thoughts only make him chuckle, he has never heard anything so bizarre in his life before.

Halsin picks you up, you fit perfectly into his big arms. The urge to protect you, keep you in his embrace from this scary world that would devour you at the first sign of weakness. It's a miracle that someone as sweet and innocent as you managed to remain pure for so long.

As much as he wants to push you against the tree, he fears its bark might be too harsh for your delicate skin. He only wishes for your utmost comfort as he trails up your neck. Giving your forehead a tender peck before pressing his lips against yours, his tongue politely and wordlessly asking permission for your lips to part.

The kiss is slow, tender, and drives him crazy. He is using all of his self restraint, burying every depraved perverted instinct of his deep down being so careful not to tighten his grip around you.

You're like a fragile fledgling of a hummingbird that entrusted him with its delicate wings.

He asks permission before removing your clothes, swallowing down his saliva at the idea of finally seeing your naked body.

He interprets your casual nod as a sign of being embarrassed, what a timid shy thing you are. May Silvanus grant his soul mercy and give him strength for he is barely holding back. His cock painfully hard and left ignored for the sake of you.

The night is warm and calm, the perfect atmosphere to slowly strip you down. The moonlight illuminating your breathtaking figure as his large hands glide down your soft body.

You belong in a soft bed with featherly pillows, he thinks, covered in silk and veiled by white lace. Maybe even a nest of wool or cotton, as delicate and as precious as an egg, you deserved the same protection.

When he reached between your legs, his breath stopped for a second. Eyes drinking in your most intimate parts on display for him. How he longed to drink you up, swallow you like honey down his throat.

You deserve a hot wet mouth to grind into each night, both to wake you up in the early morning with his head between your legs, and to put you to sleep late at night with your thighs above his shoulders.

Before he realises it, his lips are already on you. Sucking and licking against your heat with the hunger of a dying man. You tasted like pure ambrosia and he was getting addicted.

Nothing could pull him away from you at that moment, no one could convince him to let go before you had your orgasm. How sweet your moans sounded as he drove his tongue further in, as he sucked and swallowed.

And when you held his hand, when you entangled your fingers with his instead of pulling on his hair, he almost came untouched. This simple innocent act of holding hands while he devoured you on his knees, while he shamelessly let his gluttony take charge, it drove him mad with lust.

That hand could never hold a knife or a dagger, he thought, there is no way these delicate fingers could handle a weapon. They were made to be held, to be kissed and to be pinned down.

The melody of your moans echoed through the night, getting louder as you approached release. Halsin felt a sense of pride when he saw the hints of tears at the corner of your eyes, what an intense experience his simple act must have been for someone as pure as you.

“Halsin…please” you breathlessly said, “I'm close, I'm…”

Your next words, asking his permission to cum, were his last straw.

For your orgasm never came. Halsin pulled his mouth away with a wet pop as his primal urges took over. Picking you up again and bending you against his chest, your legs over his shoulder as he kept you in the air.

“Please bear with me, I deeply apologise for this.” you felt something large prop your entrance, his eyes were glazed over.

He's an awful man, he thinks as he plunges his cock into your wet hole. He couldn't resist, he couldn't control himself, he couldn't not be greedy and selfish against your temptations.

The sudden intense change of position, the sudden insertion and the large cock pumping in and out of you with a trail of precum painting your walls, was more than enough to send you over the edge.

Your previous denied orgasm coming back twice as strong. Halsin kept fucking you through your release, pace never slowing down as you cried in pleasure and and your insides squeezed him fist tight.

Drool slipped from the corner of your lips, pleasure clouding your brain and making everything look hazy. Halsin lapped it up with the look of a hungry wolf about to devour its prey, kissing you again and pushing you down deeper onto his cock.

He wanted to ruin you, to steal your purity so it's his forever, to share his filthy fantasies with you until you're as much of a pervert as he is. To fuck each and every one of your holes, to fill you with his cum and bulge your stomach.

Apology after apology were whispered against your lips between each kiss, his brutal pace sending you into overwhelming sensitivity from your fresh orgasm. You could only hold on to his strong chest as you were used like a flashlight, fucked and made to cum so easily by the arch-druid.

The idea of keeping you on his cock forever stirs something dark inside him, to have you warming his cock each moment of the day. To stretch you out on it and bounce you slowly until you cum yourself to sleep, have you all pretty and ready on his lap to be fucked. He would protect you, he would treasure you and he would show you what's your true purpose.

Instead of having to worry about you each time you went out on these adventures, never taking him with you and coming back covered in blood courtesy to your careless companions no doubt. How could they let someone so meek and innocent even see the sight of blood?

You're crying his name, hugging him closer to you. Moving your hips as much as you can to match his pace. Even now you're indulging this selfish man's desires? Fucking yourself against him so he'd give you his cum faster? You really are a sweet thing aren't you. The most adorable person he has ever met.

He was never one to abuse his authority or power, but something tells him if you were a cute fresh druid in training in the grove, he would've made you his personal assistant since day one. Gave a million excuses and reasons on why it should be him to train you, to hold you and show you the proper positions to cast spells, to give you the permission to visit the arch-druid chambers any time.

But maybe even nature is too brutal for you. The sight of that bloodied brutalised squirrel just above the elevator still confuses him to this day, apparently animals can still be hostile whilst in a safe sanctuary like the grove. At least he fully assumed it was another animal that had taken its life.

And Halsin will make sure you never see that side of nature, only the most soft and cherry picked ascents. Have you tending to the flowers and caring for the baby bunnies. Maybe, feeding the kittens seems much more your style.

Your cries pull him out of his fantasy of what a different life with you could've been. There are tears going down your eyes from the intense pleasure and the most cute hiccups and pleads for him to please fill you with his cum, to please push his cock deeper in.

How could he ever say no? It would be criminal to deny you anything.

Halsin was already on edge for so long, it only takes a couple more kisses against your neck, a touch of your curious fingers against his pointy ears and he's spilling his seed inside you. Marking you with his cum and filling you the brim.

His cock pulses inside you as it empties itself, he keeps it plugging you and not allowing a single drop of his cum to escape.

Looking at your eyes, he wonders what you're thinking about in that pure mind of yours. Completely unaware to the depravity of gore inside, to your wandering thoughts about snapping his neck, to your dark urges for him to choke you with his large fists as he fucks you against the harshest tree.

No, instead he kisses your forehead. Smiling as sweat glistens on his skin, he keeps you on his lap.

[severinapina]

TOXIC (and I love what you do) PART TWO

Suguru found himself getting ready for that night as if it were the red carpet. As had been the tenor of the day, he understood almost nothing of what was happening, except for an intuitive desire to look good. He wore a violet shirt that highlighted his skin and eyes. Tight pants hugged his hips. His nails were impeccably done in black polish. His hair, should it be loose or tied back? He thought about his school days. Satoru seemed to have no preference for how he styled it, only a near-maniacal urge to touch it. To run his fingers through the fine black strands, from the roots to the tips. To comb it before bed, smell it upon waking. To tug it nearly to the point of tearing when he penetrated him, and then to wash it with the delicacy of someone embroidering the details of a wedding dress.

He looked in the mirror. A half ponytail. An intermission. He smiled. He looked really good. He grabbed his bag, called a taxi, and headed down to the lobby.

***

"Shit, this is hard,” Satoru exclaimed, as he looked at the store's ample supply of lubricants. He was ashamed to admit it even to himself, but he had never bought one. That had always been Suguru's job. And that half year without him he hadn't needed to. His sexual encounters with men had been nonexistent.

Another thing that embarrassed him, since he had it on good authority that Suguru had had many, many lovers. Well, if that gossipy Shoko could be called a good source.

He sighed and picked up one of the brand he remembered using. He paid and left the place. He was nervous, too nervous, as if he was ill-prepared for an important mission. Even for his first time he didn't feel like this.

Sure, his first time was spontaneous. Neither of them knew quite what they were doing. They were just two teenagers driven by desire and love.

Love. That was what was missing. No, that was what should be missing. Satoru had been trying to convince himself all afternoon that he didn't love Suguru and that this evening would be pure sex. He had written down all the reasons why he couldn't love the man: he was a jerk, a complete idiot, depraved, a racist, a fascist, he liked curry too much, his adopted daughters were probably biological daughters of Satan, and so on. However, the reason he could love him was as simple as it was corny: it was him. That haughty guy, with that crooked smile and those lukewarm hands that seduced him a couple of hours ago was not Geto Sama, the leader of the Star Vessel. It was Suguru. He knew how mawkish he sounded, but he had seen it in his eyes. Those violet orbs had smiled at him the same way they had years ago, when he'd told him about Digimon or the goodness of psychic-type Pokemon. The same glow, the same shape. An arched eyebrow that seemed to say, “Satoru, you're a jerk,” contrasted with a tender smile that said, “Satoru, even though you're an otaku, I love you,”.

"But he doesn't love you anymore, stupid,” he muttered as he strolled through the mall. Suddenly, he spotted a Nintendo store. He leaned his nose against the display case and looked at the items for sale. A television was showing a game of Mario Kart. He smiled, reddened.

How many times had they fought because of that game?

“You're horrible with Toad, why do you insist, Suguru?”; ‘Because I want to show you that I can beat you with anyone, because it's not about the character, it's about knowing how to drift and using the items well’; ‘It's all that you said plus the character, you'll be stupid, Suguru’; ‘Very well, then beat me once and for all’; ‘How about you shut up?’; ‘Then you shut up, stupid’; ‘Shut me up’; ‘Ha, you know how I'll shut you up’; ‘Do it’.

No, it was better to put it this way: how many times had they fucked thanks to that game?

***

Suguru took a breath before knocking on the door. When he came out of his hotel he felt glorious, self-confident like never before. Yet there, about to meet Satoru again on a date plan, he felt small, tiny. And vulnerable, as vulnerable as he had been before breaking up with him. He swallowed. Maybe being there wasn't such a good idea, maybe the best thing was to turn around and....

"Suguru, come in before we both regret it."

Satoru had opened the door. He was looking at him, leaning on the landing with his arms crossed. He had smelled her scent ever since he entered the hotel. And not only that. Also his insecurity. A short time near him was enough for his six eyes to transform the kind of energy Geto emanated into information. It was like a kind of synchronization. Because of that kind of thing, Satoru sometimes thought he was born to be with him. That and the way he was looking at him at that moment, as if reading his mind.

Suguru, for his part, was extremely annoyed that Gojo had this notion of some sort of predestination over them. All that was nothing but garbage. Sure, he had thought so too, especially after kissing him for the first time, but he had put that foolish belief aside after meeting Toji Fushiguro. If he really was Satoru's destiny, then why had he abandoned him?

He shook his head and felt Gojo's hand. The albino, sensing what the black-haired man was thinking, had grabbed him by the wrist to make him enter his room.

Geto didn't say anything to him. He only looked at him with surprise after seeing that on the table there was a magnificent dinner for two.

"I thought we could eat,” said Gojo, embarrassed.

"Satoru, I came here to get fucked, not to talk."

The albino smiled at him, flirtatiously. The curse handler's frankness had turned him on. However, he was starving.

"I know." He moved closer to Geto's face and, delicately, ran his fingers through his hair. Fuck, how beautiful he was. He put his mouth next to his ear. "Believe me when I tell you that you'll need the energy,” he whispered.

Suguru didn't say anything. He was probably right. He sat down at the table and looked at the dishes.

"Where do I sit?"

"It doesn't matter. They're both the same plates."

Geto had no reason to be upset, because Satoru had no way of knowing that he had become a vegetarian. However, he felt angry.

"Your six eyes didn't notice the kind of proteins my body is synthesizing?” the black-haired man asked wryly.

"What?"

"I've been a vegetarian for over a year."

Satoru felt jaded. So that was Suguru's mood. Behaving like an idiot. He took Geto's plate and removed all the meat from it, leaving only the rice and vegetables. Suguru watched him intently, as he lit a cigarette.

"Well, my six eyes have no way of knowing that, especially considering that the body doesn't make any difference in the type of protein,” said Gojo, lightly. "I'm surprised at you, Geto Sama, that you don't know something so basic."

The curse handler took a deep drag on his cigarette, trying to hide the embarrassment he felt. It was probably the first time Satoru had ever caught him at something like this. How could he have been so stupid? No, not stupid. Impulsive. Even though he didn't want to, the grudge he held against the albino was surfacing. It wasn't the idea. He had gone all the way to that place to be fucked until he couldn't move. Although, Suguru sensed, perhaps fucking from hate could be much better than from love.

Satoru watched him smoke, feeling that dangerous mix of anger and excitement he was dangerously getting used to. He hadn't seen much of Suguru’s unpleasant side. He had left before Suguru turned into the diva sitting across from him. A wave of embarrassment washed over him as he remembered that. Suguru had left him. Not just that, but in front of hundreds of strangers. And, of course, everyone found out—there’s no keeping secrets in the world of sorcery. It was pretty humiliating walking around school knowing that the strongest guy didn’t just have a weak spot, but that weak spot decided to kill his own parents and, worse, was a man. He’d had enough trouble accepting his sexuality without being figuratively pointed at in the halls. All thanks to Suguru, who decided to break his heart like that.

The two sorcerers stared at each other, each secretly furious with the other. Suddenly, Satoru stood up, took the cigarette out of Suguru’s mouth, and put it out.

"I’m not interested in fucking with a chimney, even if it’s a vegetarian chimney."

Suguru was stunned. That was weird. When they were together, he’d never cared if Satoru smoked before sex. In fact, he never cared about anything. Suguru could go five days without showering, and Satoru would still take him with the same desire and intensity. Which, in fact, had happened during Suguru’s worst depressive state. Wow, how wrong. That was kind of taking advantage. He smiled, realizing he was turned on. That was wrong. So damn wrong.

He started eating his veggies in silence while watching Satoru, who was doing the same, both wondering what the hell was going through the other idiot’s head.

For Gojo, that he needed to fuck that idiot until he couldn’t breathe.

For Geto, that he needed that imbecile to fuck him into unconsciousness.

"I need a drink". Suguru said, opening the wine. He looked at the label and smiled. "Excellent choice, even for someone who doesn’t drink, Satoru."

Gojo pointed to his glass while swallowing his food.

"Well, today I’m going to have a glass."

Suguru looked at him, surprised.

"Are you sure? You might regret it tomorrow."

"I’ll probably regret it tomorrow, yeah, but not the wine."

“Ouch. Satoru is on a roll,” thought the curse manipulator while filling the albino’s glass.

Gojo downed it in one gulp, and due to his unique brain and the speed at which his neurons made and unmade connections, he got drunk instantly. As a result, he impulsively said:

"Seems like I can’t fucking stand you anymore, Suguru."

Geto looked at him impassively, one hand swirling the wine and the other resting his gorgeous head. Did he expect to feel that? Yeah. Did it hurt to confirm it? Also, yeah. Would he react in any way? No. The wine was delicious, and Satoru being a jerk made it taste even better.

"I’ll leave if you want" he said, making a show of standing up.

"Doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you and…"

"So what are you waiting for?"he interrupted with a flirtatious smile, though he was starting to get nervous. He didn’t like the tone Satoru’s rant was taking.

"…doesn’t mean I don’t miss you every fucking second". The albino took a deep breath. "Suguru, I…"

"No, please. Don’t say it. Anything but that."

Gojo took off his bandage slowly. He was drunk and felt that gave him the courage he needed, which he only lacked when it came to Suguru. Maybe he’d never see him again. He needed to get this off his chest, now or never.

"…I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you."

"Satoru! I asked you not to say that!"

"Why don’t you want to hear it, huh?"

Suguru downed the rest of his wine and refilled his glass. His heart was pounding hard. He didn’t expect that, especially not for him to say it. He felt a strange urge to cry. He missed him too. No one understood him like he did, no one saw him like he did, and above all, no one would ever match up to him. Only Satoru.

Yeah, he still loved him too. But he didn’t want to say it. Verbalizing it meant truly feeling it, and Suguru couldn’t handle that at this point in his life.

"You could join me, you know?". He surprised himself by saying, in a very low voice. “Yeah, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. It would actually be beautiful to build the new world together,” he thought, as a sincere smile formed on his face.

Satoru snorted. That wasn’t the answer he was expecting. No, it wasn’t the answer he wanted. He was sure (or almost sure) that Geto also loved him. He wouldn’t have bothered being there otherwise.

Or would he? Maybe it was all part of a plan to seduce him and bring him to his side. After all, together they could be invincible, and Suguru knew that better than anyone. If he was on his side, no one would dare lay a finger on him, and the sorcery schools would have no choice but to step aside.

Thinking this made the albino’s blood boil. So he just wanted him for his power, just like the rest of the world. Well, screw that.

He put the bandage back on and said coldly:

"Your utopia? No, it’s not a utopia. Let’s call it a delusional fantasy."

Suguru stared at him for a couple of seconds, blinking slowly. Was he really responding to that nonsense? Didn’t he realize what an honor that was? No, not just that. He was practically asking to get back together. After everything they’d both been through, all the resentment and rage they felt, he, Geto Sama, was willing to give in. Of course, it was always the same with the albino. Suguru had always been the reasonable one, the one who managed to cool Gojo’s passions so he wouldn’t end up smashing someone’s face in or reflecting on a mistake he’d made. And it wasn’t easy. Not even his meditation sessions were as challenging for his patience. Yet, he was willing to take him back. Even after all he hadn’t done. Who the hell did he think he was? Oh right. The magnificent Gojo Satoru.

"Me, delusional? You tried to kill me!" Geto exclaimed, pouring himself more wine. "And I’m sure no big shot was pressuring you at that moment."

Satoru’s anger turned into nervousness. The fact that he had gotten into a fighting stance at that moment was something that haunted him constantly. Yes, he had really considered, for more than a second, killing Suguru before it became an order. He knew Suguru had noticed it, in fact, he had even dared him to do it. But like a kid caught doing his worst prank, he chose to deny it.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Suguru raised an eyebrow and laughed with sarcasm. He couldn’t believe Satoru was pretending not to remember.

"Are you serious? When we broke up. No, when I LEFT you."

Gojo, more nervous than before and knowing it was a bad idea, poured himself more wine. He downed it in one go and then threw the glass on the floor. He really didn’t know how to act. No one, absolutely no one else made him act so erratically.

"YOU’RE LYING! YOU’RE STILL A LIAR, GETO SUGURU!"

Geto stood up, furious. He got very close to him, their faces just inches apart.

"Do you dare call me a liar? What was it, huh? Red? Or…purple?"

"YOU WERE TURNED AWAY!". Rage and guilt clouded Satoru’s judgment, and he was no longer keeping track of his volume. "YOU’RE CRAZY!"

"YOU JUST CONTRADICTED YOURSELF! HAVE YOU ALWAYS BEEN THIS STUPID? I PRACTICALLY BEGGED YOU TO KILL ME!". Geto started pacing around the room, trying to calm down but failing miserably. The urge to hurt the albino at that moment outweighed everything else.

"When have I ever lied to you? Huh?" he continued, in a calm voice. "Or is it that the fact that I stopped loving you hurt your ego so much that you see it as a lie? It was just what I felt. When I loved you, I said it, and it was true every time. Then it stopped being true. That’s all."

Gojo’s heart skipped a beat. This day was turning out to be one of the worst and most unpredictable of his life. The swings with Suguru were too much. He felt he couldn’t take it anymore and walked toward the door.

Suguru glared at him with anger. Even though he was having a terrible time, he didn’t want, for anything in the world, for the albino to leave.

"So, your ego is infinite too", he said with irony.

Satoru had opened the door but slammed it shut again.

"You’re calling me egotistical? It was your ego that couldn’t handle the objective fact that I’M the strongest, and that’s why you always resented me! It’s pathetic!". Gojo had never felt so angry. He got into a fighting stance, ready to cast a spell. "Do you want me to do it now? Because you know I CAN AND HAVE TO do it! I’m so superior to you that there’s no chance of me being wrong!"

Suguru yawned dramatically, pretending to be calm when he wasn’t. He was drunk, angry, and confused. Nothing seemed to make sense.

"Do whatever you want. Honestly, I don’t give a fuck."

They stared at each other, both agitated. Gojo remained in his fighting stance. Suddenly, he lowered his guard. He sat back down and covered his face with both hands, distressed.

"Don’t you know everything I’m risking, every second that I let you live?"

"Yes. And I don’t care. After all, it’s your decision."

That was too much for Gojo. He yanked at his bandage with such fury and force that he ended up ripping it.

"YOU’RE A SNAKE! A MONSTER! HOW ARE YOU ANY DIFFERENT FROM THE REST? YOU BROKE ALL YOUR PROMISES! YOU SWORE YOU WOULDN’T LEAVE ME, THAT YOU’D LIVE YOUR LIFE WITH ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT’S BEEN TO START SMILING AGAIN AFTER THAT DISAPPOINTMENT?"

"HA! SHALL WE BE FRANK? FINE! YOU PROMISED ME YOU’D PROTECT ME, THAT YOU’D ALWAYS BE BY MY SIDE! BUT WHEN I NEEDED YOU, WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU ABANDONED ME! YOU DIDN’T EVEN ASK! YOU JUST DECIDED I WASN’T THAT BAD OFF AND LEFT ME ALONE!"

Geto clenched his fists tighter and was breathing heavily. He moved towards Gojo with the intention of hitting him but hesitated when he heard him sobbing. He couldn’t help but remember the last time he saw him like this, alone, in his room, shortly after Haibara’s death. It felt like his soul was melting. He couldn’t stand seeing him like this because, on the rare occasions Satoru cried, he did so with sobs that seemed to come from the darkest place within him.

“I’m tired. I don’t want to keep hurting him,” Suguru thought. He sat down beside him and gently took his hands away from his eyes. He wiped the tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

Gojo smiled. “I should push him away, but this feels… so good.”

"Gross. Your shirt smells like cigarretes."

Geto pushed him away with a laugh and then rested his head on his shoulder. He took one of his hands and began to stroke it.

"You're right. I’m no different from the rest. I’m probably a worse person than you, Satoru". He sighed."Listen. You’re not stupid. You never were. I’m sorry I said that. I don’t believe it at all. You know that, right?"

Satoru smiled warmly.

"I know. And you’re not a monster. I’ve never really thought that."

Suguru snuggled into the six eyes' arms, resting against his chest. Gojo kissed his forehead and then started twirling his finger in Geto’s bangs, just like he used to when they were together.

"We’re a mess, Suguru. There are forces that don’t want us together. You know the bigwigs are hell-bent on me killing you, right? They want to make sure you don’t reincarnate."

"Yeah. I’ve known that since I decided to leave. It’s textbook material, Satoru. I’m not surprised you didn’t know until you had to live through it. You’re all experience, no theory. Some would say you’re lazy", Suguru laughed.

"I’m not lazy! It’s just that studying sorcery never made sense to me. And you know I’m good at everything by default, so what’s the point in studying? Look, the only thing that’s true in our world is that everyone’s a bunch of treacherous rats, hungry for money and whatever other crap."

"And you’re not ? Because I am."

"Yeah, you are. And me? Well, I’m just into eating sweets, remember?"

Geto laughed. He sat up and rested his hands on Satoru’s knees. He stayed like that for a while, thoughtful. Talking about Satoru, or anyone, eventually killing him had brought to mind something he’d been reflecting on for a while.

"Listen. I’m sure this is the last time we’ll see each other without one of us ending up dead. I need to ask you something. And I need you to swear you’ll do it."

"Suguru…"

"When I’m executed…my body, my corpse…give it to Nanako and Mimiko, my girls. I’m all they have."

Gojo turned pale. The way Suguru talked about his death made it feel real, something he didn’t want to happen for anything in the world. Let alone be the one responsible. And, on top of that, what he was asking was completely out of the ordinary.

"Suguru, no. That’s impossible and you know it."

"I need to be taken to a place that only they and I know about. Or I’ll never rest. I’ll be doomed to wander in some subway station or something, trapped for all eternity."

"That’s not even part of your religion; you just made it up."

"No, it’s like that for sorcerers like me. There’s little information, but it’s true. I swear, Satoru. It’s really important to me."

Satoru sighed sadly. He didn’t want to keep talking about this.

"That also means getting involved with Shoko’s work. I can’t do that to her."

"Shoko will understand. Believe me."

"Ieiri is my friend."

"And me? Am I not your friend?"

Gojo suddenly remembered everything Suguru had said that day and felt angry again. He pushed Suguru’s hands off his knees and stood up.

"Are we even something? Do you feel anything for me now?"

Suguru walked over to the table, grabbed the wine bottle, and chugged what was left. He was fed up with Satoru's insecurities. Nothing was ever enough for him. What did he expect? For him to crawl and say he loved him? Hell no. Angry, he threw the bottle at Satoru, who dodged it.

"Enough! Why the hell do you always need so much affirmation from me? You’re Gojo Satoru! Or are you going to deny it? You’re the strongest, you’re basically Anakin Skywalker, the one who brings balance. What do you need? For me to sign my feelings for you in blood? Isn’t it enough that I’m here, risking my life?"

The dark-haired man sat back down, agitated. The truth was, he hated losing his temper like this, but it only happened with Satoru. He was the only one who made him want to hurt someone. He knew it was wrong, but damn it, that’s how it was. Complicated. The only reason he said all that was because he knew Suguru’s approval was the only one that mattered. And that stressed him out. He didn’t want to have that responsibility on his shoulders. All he wanted when he decided to visit him in his room was a moment of peace. To be with him, have sex, and then sleep, even if just for a few minutes, on his chest. Was that too much to ask?

He looked at Gojo, who was staring off into the distance. For a moment, he remembered his girls. He saw the three of them on the beach in Sendai. Hell, he could even put up with Fushiguro’s kid. Playing, happy, like siblings. And the two of them watching, hugging. Like nothing ever happened.

On the other hand, Gojo was hurt but didn’t want to keep crying in front of him. He felt weak, small, something he literally only felt in the aspects of his life related to Suguru. And he hated feeling that way because, in those moments, the finiteness of his existence became tangible. Suguru was right. He was insecure and a hypocrite. He promised he’d protect him, and he couldn’t even help him when he needed it. But what could he do at that moment? They were there driven by desire. Or at least that was the case at first, as now they seemed like a couple that’s been married for forty years and on the verge of divorce.

He wanted to leave Sendai, wanted to break everything. But at the same time, he knew that once he closed that door, he wouldn’t see Geto again. Not like this. Not with the open possibility of touching him, talking to him, and playing with his bangs. So he held back his feelings, because the pain of his absence was far worse than the pain from his wounds.

Geto snapped out of his fantasy. He looked at Gojo and saw him more vulnerable than ever. He felt terrible. He never said it, but he hated seeing him like this. Part of it embarrassed him, and part of it felt like it was his own pain, or even worse.

He felt overheated. It was the alcohol, combined with the coast and the excitement of being there with him. He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Yes, that was just what he needed.

The albino, seeing this and not knowing why, followed him.

"Satoru...” he muttered, ”I'm exhausted. I don't want to argue anymore. The truth is, I really thought there was a chance I could take you with me. I miss you. Every fucking day, I miss you."

"Suguru, you have no idea how much I think about you. Look." He took something out of his pocket. "Look what I have."

Geto looked at it curiously and then smiled tenderly, on the verge of tears. It was a small Toad keychain.

"I bought it this afternoon. I don't know if you really remember, but..."

Gojo didn't get to finish speaking, as Suguru silenced him with a kiss. Satoru kissed him back, and then grabbed his hair and loosened his bun. Then he took off the top of his clothes and pushed him into the shower. Geto just let him do it. He didn't want to resist. Satoru got in with him and cornered him against the wall with his arms.

"Let's get this shit off our backs, Suguru. Since it's the last time, let's make it count."

He kissed him, first on the mouth, then on the neck.

Suddenly, Suguru grabbed Satoru by the arms and pinned him down. He pulled down his pants. He licked his neck and, slowly, began to stick the tips of his long fingers into his anus.

"Suguru...” Satoru smiled, excited. "You're a cheater."

"We didn't do it so much like that, huh? But I seem to remember you enjoyed it like the bitch you are."

Satoru, his penis hard as a rock, tried to get loose, but he couldn't. He didn't want to, rather.

"Are you going to talk to me like that?"

"Are you going to let me talk to you like that? Tell me: aren't you a bitch?"

Gojo laughed and again tried to turn around. Suguru stuck his tongue in his ear. Then he ran it over his lips. Gojo stuck out his to kiss him, but Geto pulled away.

"Suguru...you've changed."

"Oh, honey. You have no idea."

Geto pressed him harder against the wall; he kept fingering him. He smiled as he spotted the lube on the bathroom cabinet.

Satoru began to wiggle his ass backwards, searching for the black-haired man's penis.

"Are you ready? Do you want me to stick it in you?"

"Oh...Suguru...don't be an idiot. Do it, quick."

Suguru pulled his fingers out and pulled away.

"You're not going to order me around,” he grabbed him by the white hair and forcefully pulled him toward him. ”Or are you?"

Satoru was literally on fire. He felt drunk, not only because of the alcohol, but Suguru's smell electrified his whole body.

"No... put it in me. Just... put it in me."

Suguru moved closer again. He put his penis close to Satoru's ass, making sure he felt it in all its greatness, and began to put lube on it. He turned on the shower more, letting the hot water soak him. Then, he whispered in his ear.

"Say please."

Gojo could hardly speak anymore from excitement. All that came out of him were moans.

"Put it in me...please, Suguru. Put it in me. I beg you."

"You're such a bitch, Satoru."

Geto grabbed him by the waist and thrust in, hard. Satoru, dizzy with pleasure, didn't moan, but screamed. He couldn't even tell him to stop or go on, no. His body could not generate a sound other than those howls that could easily have been of suffering.

But they weren't. Rarely did Satoru let himself be penetrated, but not because he disliked it. In fact, only Suguru had that privilege, only the black-haired man was able to achieve that craving, so he had not felt that glory in his prostate for a year and a half. The heat of the shower, with that of his body and his sweat kept him in a perpetual hot flash that felt devilishly good. After a couple of minutes, he couldn't hold it in any longer. His back arched and his cum painted the wall.

Suguru stroked his back delicately and Satoru turned around. He looked for a couple of seconds into his purple eyes and, seeing them smiling back at him, smothered him with a passionate kiss.

“Wow, Satoru...I still...” said Suguru, indicating his erect penis.

"Do you think that after all this time that's going to be all?"

The albino took Suguru in his arms and carried him back to the room. He laid the curse handler's body on the table where they had eaten dinner, throwing everything away. Suguru laughed, as his penis hardened even more. Satoru, without any warning, shoved two of his full fingers into the black-haired man's hole.

"Ouch", whispered Geto, playfully.

"You're ready. And I'm going to fuck you like an animal."

"Tsk...Satoru...you don't have to warn..."

Gojo lifted Suguru's warm, wet hips and penetrated him, as deep as their hyperlax bodies would allow.

"Satoru...you're...you're a fucker", Suguru laughed, as he stuck his tongue out at him.

Gojo slipped his into his mouth. Then he bit his neck, taking the opportunity to inhale his scent. Suguru did the same, drowning his nose in his white hair. Synesthesia was a privilege of few and, in general, all colors smelled good, but Satoru's simply had no comparison. Suguru felt able to go to war over the scent of purple emanating from the albino's skull. He took a lock of the white hair, which glowed purplish in the dark, and pulled it out. Satoru laughed, like a madman and began to lick his nipples, while he penetrated him with perfect rhythm and smiled mischievously at him.

My god, how beautiful he was, how had he left that wonderful creature? Nothing compared to the white hair clinging to his skin, his cheeks flushed with sweat, and those light blue eyes watering with pure pleasure.

And that penis. That glorious penis.

"Do you want it?" Satoru said, sensing what was going through the black-haired man's head.

"Yes."

"Me first."

Gojo, quickly and with the same contradictory mix of strength and gentleness that drove him crazy, sat Suguru down and took his wet, veiny penis into his mouth. Suguru, weak from the surprise and excitement he had been feeling, couldn't hold anything in. A couple of flicks of the albino's deft tongue were all it took for the curse-handler to expel, along with the most melodic moan Gojo had ever heard, all of his semen into the six-eyed man's mouth.

Satoru dug his nails into his hips and grinned at him, still holding Suguru's magnificent cock in his mouth. Some of the liquid was trickling out of the corner of his lips.

"You're not going to swallow it?"

Satoru gladly swallowed Geto's semen. It tasted as good as ever.

He grabbed Suguru's face tightly and kissed him, choking him with his long tongue in his slick throat.

"I'm a crazy little bitch, don't you remember?"

Suguru laughed out loud.

"Of course I remember. I'll never forget. I haven't stopped thinking about you like that, even when I've been with other people."

Satoru looked at him in surprise. What a day. He hadn't expected to be the image Suguru used to fuck other people.

Suguru arched an eyebrow.

"Have you been all this time without...?"

"Of course not. But...". He pulled the black-haired man back to him and squeezed his hardened nipples. "...no one turns me on like you do, Suguru. There's no one as sexy. So I haven't been particularly interested in anyone else, see?"

Satoru grabbed Suguru's member and began to fiddle with it.

"Hard again. Looks like I'm not the only little bitch,” the albino added.

"No. You're not the only bitch,” Suguru said as he put his hands on Gojo's crotch and began to masturbate him. "I warn you: I could go on all night."

Satoru was breathing heavily, as he stroked the back of the curse handler. He fixed his eyes on those manly shoulders, wet with sweat and dyed black by his jet-black hair. He could go on all night, too. In fact, he could keep fucking Suguru all his fucking life.

"Is it a competition?"

"I always liked playing with you, Satoru. And against you,” Suguru replied as he put his face between the six-eyed man's legs.

Gojo grabbed him by the hair and pulled him hard, pulling him away from his cock. That was his favorite game.

"I could fuck you 'till I die."

Suguru laughed, with pleasure. No one else would pull his hair. No one would even dare to ask, but Satoru....

Satoru could do anything he wanted to him.

"This...ha. It's my weak spot. You know that. You're the cheater...oh, you damn albino."

Satoru grinned and pulled his hair harder, to the point of arching his back. He licked his lips at the sight of the beautiful curve the black-haired man's body formed.

"Now you beg."

Suguru stuck his tongue out at him, mischievous.

"No. Never."

Satoru pulled his hair again.

"Beg me or I won't feed you."

Suguru thought he was going to cum on his own because he was so turned on by Satoru pulling his hair, but he wasn't going to give in.

"I...I told you that...oh, Satoru. I told you no."

"I'll punish you, then."

Gojo pulled his hair violently and held a small lock in his hand. Suguru, feeling it, cried out, in a mixture of pain and pleasure. For the second time in the evening he realized that Satoru mistreating him unlocked pleasures he had never felt before.

The curse manipulator rejoined him, pushed the albino onto the bed and sat on top of him.

"Hey, It hurt,” he said as he tied his hair back.

"So?"

"Do you want to know how it feels?"

Satoru looked at him piercingly. Suddenly, his countenance darkened. He had come back to reality for an instant.

"You hurt me already, Suguru. Always."

Hearing that, Suguru's expression changed as well.

"Don't think It doesn't hurt me too, Satoru."

"You're so beautiful, Suguru."

Gojo caressed his cheeks. Geto took his hands and left them on his face for a moment. He closed his eyes and inhaled, deeply. He wanted to remember that moment forever.

Suddenly, Gojo kissed him passionately.

"Let's not think about that now. Just...". He buried his nails in the black-haired man's buttocks again, and then spanked him with a spank that would leave his big hand scarred"...Make me suffer in another way, honey."

Suguru laughed and then bit his neck, drawing blood. He licked at this one, running his tongue over his elegant lips. Then, he put both hands around the albino's neck, and began to ride him slowly.

"Like this?"

"Take...take my breath away."

Satoru was overcome with a pleasure almost impossible to describe, which tensed his muscles like never before. He felt adrenaline building in his chest and at the base of his penis. Suguru clenched his hands tighter and the albino's half-closed eyes, along with a grimace begging for air, brought him closer and closer to his zenith. Suddenly, Satoru scratched the black-haired man's buttocks so hard that a small trickle of blood came out of them. Suguru, feeling the burning that the albino's scratch brought with it, became even more aroused and continued to ride him with a speed and eagerness to feel Satoru's member that could only be compared to that of a thirsty man looking at a cold pitcher of water.

Suddenly, Satoru pulled out of him and ejaculated like never before, leaving Suguru's chest and stomach covered with his liquid. Gojo, seeing that his partner still wasn't cuming, came over and kissed him passionately while masturbating him. They stayed like that, lost in the sound of moaning and their skin rubbing against each other, until the violent grip of Suguru's hand on the albino's shoulder made him realize that the black-haired man had reached orgasm.

They both remained sitting on the floor, looking at each other and breathing hard. At the same time, they realized the mess they had left in the room and, also at the same time, laughed.

"We're pigs,” said Suguru.

"Bah, how else could the strongest fuck, huh?", said the albino throwing a pillow at him.

They laughed again. They looked at each other, complicit. Satoru approached Geto and kissed him on the cheek.

"What did I tell you? 'Till I die,” he said as he put the black-haired man's hands on his crotch, so Suguru could feel his new erection. "What about you?"

"Always."

***

Many hours later, when it was almost dawn, Gojo watched Geto sleep. He stroked his hair, gently. Suddenly, he looked at the time and rubbed his eyes. He sighed and sat on the balcony, watching the sea. His mind was blank, focused only on feeling that moment. A small tear peeked out of his left eye.

He stood up resolutely and took out a sheet of paper and a pencil from his bag. He began to write. Once he finished, he watched him sleep for a while longer. He caressed a lock of his hair delicately and, in the same way, left what he had written on his pillow. He picked up his torn bandage, his purse and walked to the door. He stopped, hesitantly, and returned to the bed. He kissed Suguru on the forehead, deposited what was left of his bandage on the bedside table and left.

No sooner had Satoru gotten into the academy car than Suguru awoke. He was disconcerted to realize that the albino was gone, and felt like vomiting when he saw the envelope with the letter.

With his heart pounding, he began to read.

"Suguru:

When you read this, I'll be back in Tokyo, and I hope you'll understand that I can't be with you. Not just because I shouldn't, but because I don't want to. Our paths aren't the same. Our ideals aren't either. Maybe they never were. Remember how we used to argue about that? That's why you broke up with me. It was the right thing to do, and I respect it.

I want you to know that I know you go to that place every now and then. Your trace is basically the same, but sometimes something changes. When I figured that out, I started visiting that station more. It was like seeing you, in a way. I know you’ve seen me there. I’ve seen you too. It was our way of reconnecting, of knowing we thought of each other. Believe me, the thought of you often kept me going. But I can't do it anymore. I have a kid to take care of, and due to circumstances beyond my control, he knows who you are and what you've done. If he found out about what we were... no, what we still are to each other, he'd never trust me again. And I can't do that to him. I know you understand. So, please, don’t do anything like what happened these past days. Don’t come after curses that I’ll have to exorcise, because I can’t see you again. It was horrible and beautiful at the same time, but going from saying we never loved each other, to trying to kill each other, to almost sleeping together, to hating each other again, and then spending the whole night together… it’s a rollercoaster I can’t handle. And I don’t want to. It’s truly impossible for us to be together again; those years are gone. Saying goodbye today is as painful as it was that day.

I need to focus on what I want to do with my life, and for that, I need to try living without the painful longing to find you. I need us to leave each other in peace."

Suguru crumpled the letter and threw it in the trash. He kicked the furniture around, making an even bigger mess. He grabbed his bag, put on his Gojo kesa, and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

However, in his rage and pain, Suguru didn’t notice that the letter continued on another page, and there was something else in the envelope. Three polaroid photos of the two of them: one in a field, taken by Haibara; one at school, taken by Shoko; and one in Okinawa, taken by Riko. In each one, they were looking at each other like fools, in love. Immersed in each other, as if there was nothing and no one else around.

The letter continued:

"I want you to have these photos of us. No, they’re not the only ones I have, but they’re the ones I always carry with me. Because that’s how I like to remember us: in love. No matter how much crap we said last night, we both know the truth: I was born to find you, and you were born to find me. Life threw us some bad breaks. We got through most of them, but the final one is unbeatable.

I’ll take care of what you asked me because I love you, Suguru. I said it a thousand times, and it was always real; today it still is. I love you from the first moment I saw you, with your bangs. And I’ll never love anyone else. Not like this. You’re my only special person. No matter what anyone says: there will never be anything more than your love. No memory compares to your touch, your look, your voice calling me by my name.

Forgive me for leaving like this.

Forgive me for not being the partner you needed.

Forgive me, already, for killing you.

Yours, always.

Satoru.

PS: If I could, I’d go with you after that eclipse. I’d stay with you until death came for us.

You’re beautiful, Suguru."

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(Tysm if you read it all! It means a lot!)

If someone knows the artist please tell me so I can give credit 🙏🏻

[megangovier]

The Midnight Train

Pairing: Ghost Face x fem! reader

Summary: You've just finished the night shift and you're on your way home.

Genre: Smut | voice kink | glove kink | knife play | fingering | hair pulling | mask kink | blood | murder | PInV (wrap it up) | Minors do not interact!

Wc: 532

Working night shifts wasn't the thing that drained you, but dealing with chaotic customers that would come in did. Certain customers have been known to walk in and start fights with others that just wanted to get their shopping done and leave, a few times the police would show up and take them away for antisocial behaviour, it's 00:00am and your shift had finished. As you headed to the train station a few bushes were swaying against the wind and the light post's would be flickering.

Once you headed underground and got inside the train sitting at the far back where it was more quieter and no-one else was in that part of the train with you, it wasn't packed as much as you thought it would be on a Friday night. A sense of relief washed over you, ever since you were 13 you had a fear over large crowds especially on trains and buses.

As you put on your headphones and favourite playlist your eyes fell heavy and went to sleep. As you woke up you checked the time and it read 1:30am.. eyes widened as you rushed up from out of your chair and pushed the button to stop the train it didn't stop but carried on, ignoring your shouting and please's to stop the train you rushed to the door. As you peaked through the window there was nothing but blood.

As you started to scream, a ghost face mask looked through the door window. As you ran back to where you were sat but behind the chair your hand slipped over your mouth to keep you from making a single sound. As the door slid open a maniacal laugh escaped his throat "Please kitten, I won't hurt you!" As your hand slipped from your mouth you decided to call 999 but ghost face saw the light on your phone he grabbed it and threw it at the door breaking it.

Hauling you up onto your feet by your hair a moan escaped your lips embarrassment ran all over your face - "wtf, did you just moan? You're sick, I just killed people and you're getting off on this?" Heat started to rise up your face and a pool started between your legs. As his cold knife ran over your exposed panties a whimper left your lips and goosebumps ran over your arms and legs. As the knife slipped under the panties cutting it off falling to the floor a gasp left your throat.

As ghost face slid his gloved hand down between your legs - "fuck, you're so wet, how is that an innocent looking woman like you, get aroused at such depravity is insane" as you started to grind against his hand faster a moan escaped his lips "You're making such a mess on my gloves baby, but go on come for me" as he moaned in your ear and said dirty things you came over his gloved fingers.

As you were coming down from your climax, he pushed you onto the seat ass up and slammed himself into you not giving you time to say anything. "You're taking me so well, a good little slut like you!"

[2-dsimp]

Hello,

I know that we are getting the succubus a name, but honestly my mind already prepared like 240 pages of what his trauma would be like. I assure you ever since I saw that the Succbus wearing a wig and is kinda like the outcased of his family, my mind already made-up a bunch of stories and theory on how,why,who,what,when,where the trauma started.

I guess that what happend when you drink energy drink for 3 days straight.

From

ABC anon

240 Pages is amazing ╭(°A°`)╮

I will say that the why part is covered and it stems from how he just couldn’t get any bitches despite being born into the most rizz inducing species in hell. An Incubus.

Ultimately Uriel lacks any drive or confidence to go out and seduce people left and right.

Plus he just wants to find the right somebody for him. Unlike his family he believes in the concept of love and not the lust. That was shoveled down his throat at a young age in the mandatory teachings at by his professional hellish tutor.

Which is why he opted to preserve his chastity saving it for someone like his dearest dreamie.

The rest of his family, the Valentines, which is filled with prestigious noble Incubi and Succbi who’re known in devildom for being depraved lustrous maniacs. Put even the most devout of preachers to shame with how they frequently worship and practice the sin of lust.

So when his relatives noted that he had no bodies to date. They at first pitied him and cheered him on from the sidelines. And when their light encouragement wasn’t going nowhere with Uriel. His parents had to then usher him into the corrective devil academy and get him right.

But that not only backfired. As it lead to you, his Dreamie. And now that he’s met you he’ll give his parents what they always wanted to see. A lust crazed beast but only for his lovely darling. And they’d just have to make do with that alone.

[coff-in]

Hii it's Lacey, or as you know me ⭐ anon.

Since its still lovely pride month and I am craving some Andrew and Ashley, I'd like a Ashley and (Sex maniac) Andrew x Demon Female Reader. (Bonus points if she's a succubus)

Like Reader hates everyone except her wife and husband Ashley and Andrew, like she won't put up with anyone's bullshit but Ashley's and Andrew. How I'd describe her personality, is Aubrey and Sunny from Omori, just she speaks more. (LAST TIME I CHECKED YOU KNOW ABOUT OMORI, CORRECT ME IF I AM WRONG)

Also since most of things Andrew and Ashley do that aren't federal crimes and having hardcore incest sex is for shock value. Like Ashley would randomly bite Reader, just because she can. (I am noticing a pattern with my requests because they are either being fucked till you can't think of it's fluff but either Andrew or Ashley bite.)

How they met was because Ashley decided with the left over blood of their parents, WHY NOT SUMMON ANOTHER DEMON WHAT CAN POSSIBLY GO WRONG? And so they did, now they are stuck with a hot yet bitchy demon girl that could possibly kill them at any given moment, but the deadliness of Reader just makes her all the more hot.

Poor Andrew. That's all I have to say for him.

-⭐ anon

notes from coff-in: i love non-humans... love love love interspecies romance <3 it's so cool... also trying to squeeze this one out for pride month!

[fem] reader-insert, succubus reader, NSFW, incest

succubus [reader] was really hostile when she was first summoned. she was enjoying her time lazing about in the demon realm, even if it was a little boring, so being summoned to the demon realm by a tar soul was very inconvenient. however, the moment her presence entered the room, the fucking OVERWHELMING FEELING of sexual tension from andrew immediately caught her tension. now THIS was something worth her attention!

we haven't seem specialized demons in tcoaal but most things i've read of succubuses/incubuses is that they feed off of the lust of humans. mix that with RELUCTANT SEX MANIAC ANDREW GRAVES WITH THE UNCOMFORTABLY, UNREASONABLY BIG AND NEEDY ENDOWMENTS??? u get some funny things happening

ashley loves her demon wife who doesn't care of anyone else but her and her brother. she can drag them along to do any silly thing she wants to do without much resistance (not true, if it endangers them then there will be resistance from [reader] and andrew). that's not to mention the sex... it gets freaky crazy

ashley can't last as long as andrew or [reader] (and [reader] just barely feeds on andrew's lust quick enough to have seconds and third rounds with him) the sheets are sticky and torn, andrew uses everyone as a chew toy, and ashley is lavished between them since she likes the attention and they know that. there's a gone wild audio on reddit about tcoaal with andrew and a succubus listener and i think sex would go pretty much like that. god the cock worship, the brat taming, the tail pulling and ass slapping... the darkest depths of degenerate depravity the demon realm can offer!

andrew is... going through it. he relief [reader] gives his is immeasurable, like, omg. he's glad that ashley and [reader] get along, since she sort of dictates who they can and can't interact with in their relationship. in fact, having [reader] around has brought a sense of security for andrew and ashley since even though she's great at oral, she's also good at killing their enemies :) deadly and dangerous, nothing hotter than that <3 <3

she's pretty quiet when she's not moaning their names like a bitch in heat in bed, but they don't mind it too much. once she got used to her place in their lives, she started teasing them on their journey of living their lives post satanic cannibalism. the wedding proposal was unexpected

i do not know who proposed first, maybe you do, but the wedding was beautiful! andrew and ashley do not have many friends (they only really need themselves and reader <3) so the guest list was empty... maybe besides the entity that has helped them. the venue was beautiful, thanks to [reader] working her demon powers, and ashley's great artistic eye! it was truly a sight to behold! ah... what a wonderful union under unholy matrimony... <3 <3 <3

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coff-in

[gojoidyll]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 9 | what he deserves

Warnings | execution, blood, gore, death, yandere satoru, sexual content, etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

GOJO SAYU laughed. His eyes dripping with tears, red and puffy. It was a stark contrast to the maniacal laughter escaping his grinning lips as he struggled against his constraints.

"She belongs to me! In every life she belongs to me!"

When Gojo died as Seiji in his last life, he couldn't help but to be overrun with guilt. But he didn't have a choice. Y/n married some man that wasn't him.

And in this new life, y/n was but a sweet little baker. Her cheeks were rosy. Her hair curled. Her tits looked like they needed a good grope too in the pretty (color) kimono she always wore.

The moment that Gojo Sayu saw her, his memories immediately came flooding back. He didn't stop himself from running up to her. Grabbing her. Holding her close. She was slightly older than him, he could tell. And as she hit his arm and told him to let her go, he didn't. He held on that much tighter.

Even when her own children came running out of the bakery and started hitting at his legs.

He understood where Gojo Seiji was coming from.

It was time to start over.

AGAIN.

"Gojo Sayu, for murdering the l/n family, you have been sentenced to death."

He grinned. His sick and twisted mind spinning as the rope around his neck dug tighter into his skin, his flesh.

"Any last words."

"I can't wait to see her again...and next time, she'll only be with me!"

The words of a mad man.

The Gojo clan were disappointed. Disgusted, to say the least. To think one of their own, next clan leader no less, was able to fall to such depravity.

The current leader raised his arm and signaled for the rope to be cut.

Little did they know, he was lost to depravity a few lives ago, and as the rope snapped Gojo Sayu's neck, his laughter still haunted them all.

And it haunted GOJO SAYAMI too as he opened his eyes. The sun hitting his irises as he squinted.

"You're awake!"

He felt someone bend over him and block out the sun's rays and place a gentle kiss upon his lips. A small smile soon forming there as he raised a hand to cup the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Breaking the kiss suddenly, she leant back and Gojo was blessed with her angelic features.

Y/n.

"Did you sleep well?"

The question brought him to the present. Where his head laid in her lap as the two basked in the sun in a flower field, far from any prying eyes.

"Mmm, it was a good nap, but I had a terrible dream."

He reached up and caressed her cheek. Her eyebrows furrowing.

"Do you..want to talk about it?"

It was so cute watching her worry over him, the sight caused him to grin.

"No," he finally answered as he thought about the dream. About the memories of his past lives, "its just a silly dream. Nothing to worry yourself over sweet girl."

"Are you sure?"

He watched her worried face, a smirk soon forming his lips as an idea took over, "well... maybe there is something you could do to make me feel better," he hummed out as sat up to pat his lap. The action caused her to blush, "Sayami! We- we aren't married yet! We can't do that stuff..."

He gave his best puppy dog eyes, an innocent facade overtaking his features as his lips formed a pout, "I just wanted you to sit in my lap, promise."

She eyed him a moment, suspicion raking her brain before she relented. She never could say no to him, and he always took advantage over that fact. (Not like he could say no to her either.)

When she finally plopped down into his lap, his arms were quick to snake around her waist. His chin nuzzling into the crook of her neck, causing her to laugh softly.

"Something funny, sweet girl?"

She placed her hands over his. Her fingers lightly tracing his knuckles, "its nothing, you just seem a bit more clingy today is all."

He hummed, "I'm just trying to show i love you."

That and because I remembered everything... I still can't believe my past self went crazy and got himself executed. What an idiot.

He wasn't sure if he was calling himself an idiot or not since him and his past selves were technically the same person. The same soul.

Well, whatever.

"Besides, it feels like we finally got what we deserve you know?"

She smiled fondly. Her fingers tracing small shapes on the back of his hands, "yeah .. with me being a commoner, I never would of imagined that your father would of let me get engaged with you. I'm so happy that we get to be together, Sayami."

That wasn't what Gojo was referring to. He was actually meaning how long it took for them to get together. It's been litteral centuries after all. The two of them have already been through a number of lives. And finally finally Gojo feels like him and y/n are getting the happy ending they deserved.

But y/n didn't need to know that. She didn't need to know of all the trouble he went through to finally get here.

Because it didn't matter anymore. Not with her sitting on his lap so prettily. Which, of course, caused his little dirty thought from earlier come into play. His hands breaking their hold on her stomach and carefully maneuvering to her waist.

"Sa- ?!"

She was quickly cut off when he pressed down, his now hard, clothed cock pressing against her ass.

"Sayami?!"

"What," he said with a chuckle, "we've done this before. You know," he leant forward where his breath tickled her ear, "where I hump that pretty cunt of yours and feel how soaked your panties get. And get to hear you beg for my fingers~. Granted, what I wouldn't give to have those tight walls of yours snug on my cock, but oh well, its like you said, we aren't married yet," he moved his lips down her neck. Teeth nipping and bitting, mouth sucking, tongue licking.

"We- we're outside though."

He could feel her resolve crumble as she squirmed, and before he could say anything else to entice her, she had turned in his grasp, her legs drapping over his sides as she ground against his erection. Her mewls and moans echoing into the air as she placed her hands on his shoulders, fingers gripping the fabric when she pressed her pelvis down.

"S- sayami~"

He helped her grind against him, his own hands gripping her hips as he forced her to move and and forth, against his hardening length that pressed tight in his trousers.

"Shit! Its in moments like these where I really want to fuck you dumb!"

He grunted and moaned, his forehead pressing against her own as pleasure mixed together.

She whined as she tried to quicken thr pace, the sight causing him to smirk as he took in her flushed features.

"Close?"

She nodded wordlessly, and he couldn't help but to groan at the sight. Oh what he wouldnt give to finally see her come undone on his cock instead. But whatever, he could wait.

He lived many lives after all. A few more days wouldn't hurt. Or maybe it would...

Infinity taglist | @whore-for-hawks @esthelily @huicitawrites @flaming-vulpix @zeniiis @rin1802 @mrowwww @kenstarsworld

[your-nanas-house]

"Scarecrow, Scarecrow"

◇ Pairing: Jonathan Crane X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, edging, riding, handjob, Jonathan Crane, straight jacket, kind of dubcon at first

◇ Summary: Jim Gordon and his colleague go to interrogate Jonathan Crane.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

You and your colleague Jim Gordon had been in that interrogation room for more than an hour, nothing had succeeded in making Doctor Crane speak, not even the time since he was still sitting in front of you tied in a straitjacket that kept his entire body immobile and it was getting kind of uncomfortable— you could tell.

Your eyes remained on the black haired man the entire time as you let Jim do the attempted interrogation— attempt because it wasn't working at all and it was starting to stress him out, you could see it and Crane could see it too.

That was the main reason because you leaned closer to him to whisper something in his ear, covering your mouth with your hand slightly so not to make anyone but Jim hear.

You could see out of the corner of your eye you had slightly caught the maniac's attention, making his icy gaze focus back on you even when Officer Gordon got up, leaving the room after whispering something back to you.

It was just you and Jonathan, no one else, the cameras weren't working and you knew it, you were in a room in Arkham Asylum so there were no walls for the people outside to see through— a decidedly sick decision to make.

Jonathan opened his mouth, licking slightly his pink lips

"I'm afraid I've never had the pleasure of meeting you before, Officer...." he said, his eyes trailing on your body and back to your face as he waited to know your name.

You got up from your chair and looked around the room, studying your surroundings while moving closer to him

"Jonathan Crane, huh? I attended a few of your lectures— I must say that they were quite interesting but it was hard to focus" you explained with a blank voice while thinking.

His eyes kept following you, his mouth opened to say something but quickly shut when you sat on his lap

"Let's make a deal, shall we?" You started, licking your lips

"I bet you are quite touch depraved since they locked you in this place so— I can give you what you need if you tell me what I want to know. How does it sound?" You asked softly, not letting him reply immediately just by placing your hand directly on his covered crotch, massaging it slowly while feeling his cock get hard and stiff under your hand.

His breaths came out more labored as you continued the movement of your hand, applying a little more pressure and then quickly moving from that position to lean on the table to admire him before speaking again

"What do you say, Dr. Crane?" you asked seeing his adam's apple bounce slightly as he gulped

"F-Fuck fine but don't stop" he begged quickly, making you hide a smirk.

You moved back on his lap and started to grinds slowly against him, asking him a few questions which received no response.

"This wasn't the deal, honey" you pushed him down on the table, freeing his hard leaking cock before grabbing it with your hand

"Mommy isn't in the mood to play so answer the questions like a good boy to receive your reward, yes?" you whispered against his ear, making him whine like a slut for you.

It took him a few seconds to be able to answer at your comment, too focused on your still warm hand on his rock-hard cock

"Yes— m-mommy, god, please. I will answer anything" he quickly assured you, moaning happily as your hand started to pleasure him, stroking his whole length— moving his foreskin to be able to touch the tip and make him squirm under you.

Jonathan was answering your questions, moving his hips as best he could to fuck your hand making you more aroused as the time passed.

You honestly weren't planning to go all the way with him but the situation was making your pussy ache for release and a big cock like his to fill you completely.

You could see that Johnathan was getting closer and closer to his peak, hearing just his loud moans followed by soft whimper and prays that got replaced by a loud whine when you removed your hand from him.

His piercing blue eyes that were closed quickly opened, staring at you in a desperate way as he tried to understand why you stopped just to groan even louder when your wet pussy made contact with his leaking, thrombing cock.

You started to move your hips slowly, grinding your clit against his V-line before positioning his dick at your entrance not bothering to put a condom on it— too lost in your wish of pleasure.

Your pussy swallowed him up, taking all his inches easily because of how wet it was; your head dropped back as your mouth let out a pornographic moan that made Jonathan whimper and his cock twitch inside of you.

It took just a few bounce and the view of your tits to make Dr. Crane reach his peak, his back arched in a delicious way as his mouth dropped, letting out loud moans just for you.

His icy blue eyes rolled back under his pretty eyelids and his messy hair got more stuck against his forehead because of his sweat.

Sadly for him as soon as you reached your climax, you got up not helping him reach his own— you had the informations you wanted but he had been a brat at the beginning of your interrogation so you decided that he didn't deserved his reward.

Jonathan wasn't happy about it, you could see it in his eyes and the way he was clenching his teeth making his jawline stand out even more.

You were probably doing a mistake that you would regret if he would ever escape from Arkham but you didn't care so you left, leaving Jonathan Crane, aka The Scarecrow, with blue balls— still tied with a straight jacket and his cock out.

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Aemond X (Baratheon! Reader)

In Need Of an Heir Part 1

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Warnings: nothing yet, really. Mentions of war, mention of murder, arraigned marriage. Brief mention of possible noncon.

He picked you. Somehow, a prince, an actual prince, came in and chose to marry you. The excitement of that scenario was all too short lived with the arrival of another prince.

When Prince Lucerys entered the hall, you barely registered what he was saying, still riding out the high of being chosen to be a princess. That high quickly turned to dread as you watched the handsome prince turn into a vengeful and violent man. Your stomach dropped as he asked your father to take his leave without sparing you a second glance on his way out. The fairy-tale Princes you had read about as a girl he was not.

That would be the last time you would see him for quite a while. Which was preferable to you since he murdered his own nephew immediately after leaving. A fact that left you devastated. You couldn't possibly still marry this maniac, This kinslayer with a god complex. You thought surely your father would cancel the betrothal or at least alter it so you would marry the less psychotic Prince Daeron instead.

This murder plunged the realm into war, delaying the marriage plans much to your relief. You tried to reason with your parents. Saying you couldn't marry a crazed violent kinslayer. That your children would be cursed or he might kill you if you say or do the wrong thing. Your mother shared this concern, but your father was steadfast in his belief that this would elevate his house's standing in the realm, and you would do your duty and marry as you were told.

Months into the war, your father receives news that angers him so much that his yelling and screaming can be heard throughout the castle. Prince Aemond, your betrothed, had married. A strong bastard witch, and to top it all off, she was pregnant. Your father sent ravens to Harenhal that went unanswered. Your father took this as the greatest sign of disrespect.

This was welcome news to you. The betrothal would, of course, have to be called off now. You didn't even mind the insult. Now you would be free to wed someone else. Someone who didn't terrify you. Someone who wasn't actively burning half the realm in anger.

Your father knew it was too late to pull his support for the greens. He had been fighting alongside them for months. But he would not let this disrespect go unchecked. So a plan was put in motion to get rid of the problem. An assassin was paid, and news of the pregnant witches' death spread across the realm. Much to your horror.

When you received the news, you felt sick. knowing that your father would now demand the marriage continue as planned. Thoughts of a woman being murdered to make room for a marriage you didn't even want. the poor woman who was taken as a spoil of war. What choice did she have? Did she love the prince? Did he just not want to father a bastard thus he married her after forcing himself upon her? Did they truly marry? Was she killed for no reason? She received a death sentence all because of the prince's depravity. The same Prince your father was still determined to have you marry.

The war finally came to an end. The Greens having been successful in their reclaiming of Kings Landing. You had heard the story of Daemon Targaryen trying to goad Aemond into fighting him above the gods eye. Daemon was unsuccessful in getting word to Aemond that he was even there. You felt this was another cruel joke from the gods. Trapping you, making all chances to escape your fate impossible. Aemond and Criston Cole instead fought their way back to kings landing and reclaimed the kingdom. Rhanyera was caught and sentenced to death, and Daemon was finally brought to an end when he fell to Aemonds sword when he attempted to free her.

With the news that the war was over, a collective sigh of relief was shared across the realm by everyone. Except you. There was nothing stopping the marriage now, and as a woman and daughter of a lord paramount, there was little you could do to save yourself from the fate that awaited you.

What if the Prince knew it was your father who had his first wife killed? What if he decided to punish you for it? What of the way he had taken that woman as a spoil of war? Was he depraved in the way the king was known for? Would he inflict those depravities upon you?

You again tried to reason with your father, but he would hear nothing of it, especially now that Aegons sons had perished during the war, and he was too injured to sire anymore. Aemond would one day be king and you queen, and your first born son would be king after that. All Borros could see is that his grandson would one day be king. He couldn't be bothered with your silly feminine concerns. So, less than a moons time after the war officially came to an end, you were sent on your way to Kings landing.

The trip was long but nowhere near long enough. You kept asking for breaks, saying you were getting sick from the motion of the carriage trying any excuse to delay your arrival.

That only worked for so long, your brother Royce and your septa had been sent to escort you. Royce had picked up on the fact that you were attempting to delay the inevitable and had lost his patience. He demanded that the carriage only be stopped upon his request, and he did not request it often. All too soon, you were closing in on the Red Keep.

Your septa is whispering in your ear about how you must present yourself. Proper courtesies, etc. Your brother has a look of extreme boredom on his face.

"I hope they have a meal ready for us. I am sick of eating this on the road rubbish" he muses

Your septa gives him a stern look and returns to you flattening out your hair and fussing over your dress.

"She looks fine. He picked her out of all of them, did he not? If he no longer wants her, I have no problem turning this carriage and bringing her home"

Your eyes light up. "We could just turn around now?" You say looking at your brother with a fake smile.

"Your sister may very well be queen someday." Your septa interrupts."Since King Aegon has named Prince Aemond heir, She must carry herself with the dignity of a future queen!"

"Yeah, King Kinslayer and his Baratheon Bride," your brother chuckles as your stomach plummets and your face blanches.

Your septa is taken aback. "Young lord Baratheon, you mustn't speak like that," she leans in whispering. "The Prince is not known for his forgiving manner."

Royce nods to her. " I must be losing my head. This trip was too long, " he laughs while raising his eyebrows.

"Royce, this is nothing to jest at! You very well might lose your head as will I. We should call this off and go home!" You say giving one last desperate attempt

"What a splendid idea! the Prince would love that we agreed to come, and then we do not." he looked at you like you were an imbecile.

The carriage comes to a stop, and you immediately feel a wave of nausea come over you.

"Lord Royce Baratheon and his sister Lady Y/N Baratheon!" You hear the knight call out as the door to the carriage is opened. Your brother steps out and then stands to the side, offering you his hand for your balance. And thank the 7 that he does because you are not currently steady on your feet. When you exit the carriage, the sun feels too bright, the air too hot, your legs too heavy, your dress too tight.

Your septa comes out quickly after you and all 3 of you are staring up at the dowager queen alicent.

"Welcome" she says "I apologize that the king and prince are unable to properly welcome you they are engaged in a council meeting at the moment. Come with me and I will show you to your chambers"

You let out a sigh of relief.

"When will I meet with the king and prince?" Royce asked, his voice carrying an undertone of annoyance.

"At dinner, Lord Baratheon," the dowager queen responded as prim and proper as ever.

You arrived at your chambers bid your brother and the dowager queen farewell and entered. The bedchamber was nice. A bit bigger than the one you had back home. Adorned with red and black fabrics for the curtains and bedlinens. Candles strategically placed so that when lit in the darkness of night, one would still be able to navigate around the chamber. There is a small desk and chair, and a small padded chaise sits before the large window overseeing the gardens.

You sit on the chaise and look out to the gardens. Trying to remember all the dreams you had as a young girl. The Delusions of what being a princess would be like. Maybe you could convince yourself that this new life would be as wondrous as you had imagined all of those years ago.

There is a light tap on your chamber door. It's much too light to be male, so you ask the visitor to enter. In walks a young chamber maid. Her light brown hair braided and coiled onto her head eyes downcast.

"Hello my lady, I am here to help you prepare for dinner"

"Thank you," you respond softly. "What is your name?" You had always had close relationships with the chamber maids back home. Those relationships were a comfort to you in times of high stress.

"Amber my lady" she responds timidly.

You greet her kindly and move to the unpacked chest with the dresses you brought from home.

"I haven't yet chosen a dress to wear, I am quite unsure of which one would befit an introductory dinner such as this, would you help me choose?" You hope that acts like this, where you and your chambermaid work together will help build the foundation for a comfortable relationship. You are about to be alone in the capital and desperately want to have at least one relationship that provides comfort.

"Yes my lady"

The two of you begin sorting through the dresses and Amber pulls out a sapphire blue dress. The dress is fitted at the top and flows out beautifully under the bust. The sleeves are full length but are sheer past the elbows.

"This one will be perfect. Prince Aemond does so like this color"

Your stomach drops at the mention of his name. A stark reminder of just exactly what this dinner is for.

"Do you know him well? The Prince I mean?"

"I don't know if anyone does if I'm to be honest my lady"

You feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

You are quiet for the rest of dressing your mind going a mile a minute with thoughts.

Maybe he is shy? Could a mass murderer be shy? If no one knows the real him, is there a reason he hides it? A sinister reason? A reason his lady wife might be doomed to find out?

You are pulled from your thoughts by another knock on the door. This one is louder. More self-assured. That is certainly a male knock. Would your betrothed walk you to dinner? Could that be him on the other side of the door? You make no moves toward the door. You do not call out. You just stand in place.

Amber stands looking at you and realizes that you are not going to answer the door and answers if herself.

"Good Evening, is the Lady prepared for dinner?" The voice of Royce causes a tingling sensation to go through your body. The relief causing a feeling that borders on euphoric.

"Yes, my lord"

He enters your chambers and smiles at you.

"Come, sister, I am starved!"

You laugh lightly. Royce is the type of personality that is never burdened with fear or worry. He prides himself on his ability to take things as they come and adapt accordingly.

You link your arm around him and he leads you out of your chambers.

"Do you know where we are going?"

"I was shown earlier. I am hoping my memory serves. If not, we shall wander about until we find it or someone comes looking for us. " he laughs, tapping his free hand on your arm.

"Don't be nervous. You are the daughter of a lord paramount and the sister of a future lord paramount. If he does not treat you accordingly you need just let me know ok? You may marry into house Targaryen but house Baratheon will always back you"

You look towards your brother a look of shock and relief on your face. It is very rare that your brother speaks in such a serious manner, but you are thankful for it. The ever protective brother.

"Ahh, my sense of direction serves me once again." He says loudly as you come upon to large doors with two knights standing on either side of them.

"Come," he lowers his voice. "Head high. Show no fear. You are a Baratheon, we cower to no one"

Your brother and you stand before the large doors as the knights open them and announce your arrival.

"Lord Royce Baratheon, Lady Y/N Baratheon"

You and Royce share one last glance and step through the doors.

Part 2

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A/N: Blame my disassociation issue for this one! I had a lot of fun mapping out how to tie in all the scenes I imagined into a fun story.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"I've mended all my ways, repented, seen the light, and made a switch."

The fact that Rollo has a voice line where he genuinely expresses an interest in visiting the Mostro Lounge KILLS me 😂 This fan art in particular makes me laugh a lot!

It's also at this point that I realize I thought the Heartslabyul headcanons with Rollo would be super long (because of there being 5 members in that dorm), but the Savanaclaw and Octavinelle headcanons ended up being even longer...

A Big Octavinelle Welcome to Rollo!

Rollo's interest was piqued when he first heard about the on-campus eatery that Azul runs. However, he keeps flip-flopping on whether or not he should go. On one hand, he’s curious about what it’s like—but on the other hand, does he really want to give that smug octopus his business??

… Eventually, Rollo gives into the temptation. He settles on an excuse to go while still protecting his ego and guilty conscience: I must survey his cafe to ensure that there are no misdeeds being committed… Who knows what sort of shading things may be happening without a watchful eye and regulations?

He goes through the mirror and emerges in the world wet and full of wonder. Down a corridor with glass walls, Rollo peers at the passing marine life with caution (as if they, too, were in on some scheme). For as peaceful as the bottom of the sea may be, he’s wary of the monsters that also lurk in its depths.

He follows the faint sound of smooth jazz to the lounge. Upon entering, Rollo finds it packed with mob students at every table, stuffing their mouths with food and filling the air with noisy chatter. He reluctantly wades over to the front desk, handkerchief to his face to keep himself strong in this dense den of depravity.

The suited host greets Rollo with a bow and a smile that feels a little too familiar. That immediately sends alarm bells ringing in his head. “Welcome to the Mostro Lounge, Rollo-san. Azul has been anticipating your arrival for quite some time.” (“… Has he now?” How positively shady!)

“We have a table specially reserved for you. Please, right this way.” He follows the host, not letting his eyes wander off his back for one second. To Rollo’s shock, he’s seated and handed a menu without any issues, then is left on his own to peruse. Odd. Given his other experiences at NRC, he was expecting some sort of unnecessary ruckus—

CRASH!! Right on cue, a mob student goes flying across the room and smacks right into a wall. A waiter with a face nearly identical to the host’s is the assailant. “C’mere!!” Floyd says coyly. His grin isn’t quite as coy—it’s maniacal. “I’ll squeeze the rest of the tip right outta you! That’ll teach ya to cheap out on us!”

Floyd advances on the frightened mob student, who is scrambling away on his hands and feet. Rollo blinks and rubs at his eyes, wondering if what he just saw was real or a figment of his imagination.

Jade is suddenly blocking his field of vision, wearing that same suspicious smile again. “Would you care for recommendations?" he asks, gesturing to the menu. "If you'll direct your attention here, this is our limited-time autumn menu. It features an assortment of freshly picked mushrooms..."

Rollo tries to get up or to crane his neck—anything to get a better look at whatever the pandemonium that Jade is trying to conceal is. Alas, the eel follows him like a shadow and expertly blocks all of his attempts (all while reciting the recommendations as he had promised earlier).

“Please keep your eyes on the menu, Rollo-san,” Jade advises patiently. “It will be difficult for you to decide which items you would like if your eyes are wandering to places they shouldn’t be. You must believe me when I say there is nothing of importance in this lounge but your own leisure.” (There’s a light chuckle that accompanies those words, and he doesn’t like it one bit.)

Rollo is forced to browse the menu (and forced to listen to Jade drone on and on about mushrooms). He’s appalled by the absurd pricing on the items (did the devil set them?)—even the simplest ones have huge markups!! But ultimately, he has to concede and opt for the overpriced plain dishes to appease his sensible palate. No indulgent dishes for him, no sir!

Jade doesn’t move until the conflict is settled; when he finally clears away with Rollo’s order for the kitchen, Floyd has finished “cleaning up” after the public nuisance. He casts a nonchalant look around the room and goes, “Hah? What’cha gawking at? Everybody go back to eating unless you wanna be next.”

“… That man just now, what happened to him?” Rollo speaks up—not that he would ever defend the scum of NRC, but he has a thing or two to say about the way the problem was handled. At least air the dirty laundry in private.

“Ehhh, who’s askin’? I don’t have to answer to anyone!” Oh no, Floyd’s eyes have lit up like those of a cat that has spotted new prey. “Hehehe, I know exaaactly who you are! Azul’s special guest guppy…!” (“Everyone and their brother seems to know,” Rollo grumbles.)

He’s unnerved by the way Floyd’s grinning—as though he knows something that Rollo doesn’t—so he quickly drops the question and shoos the eel off. Unfortunately, Floyd keeps returning to his table to annoy him with little disturbances: offering a refill on water (which sloshes all over the table), asking if he wants straws or napkins (then chucking a handful of them at him), calling him by the wrong name (which Rollo makes sure to correct), etc.

… Rollo’s starting to believe Floyd is doing all of this to purposefully annoy him. (He has to resort to taking deep breathing exercises and mutter various peaceful mantras to keep himself from lashing out at the waiter.)

Rollo never thought he’d be thinking this, but the other twin is his savior from the hell that is dealing with Floyd. In comes Jade with his order, which contains many more items than Rollo recalls ordering. Many of them are extravagant and arranged on ornate china platters. “On the house from the manager,” Jade explains, setting the heavy tray down. “I will leave you to enjoy your meal. Come along, Floyd.”

The twins skitter off, leaving Rollo to his own devices. He takes a second to decompress from the stressful encounter with the Leeches—and when Rollo thinks about it, he doesn’t mind the atmosphere of this place. It’s quiet and calming, with a classy yet understated look to the lounge itself and its staff. Maybe it’s not so bad after all.

He places a napkin in his lap before beginning on the feast, taking care to carve everything into more digestible chunks before nibbling at them. Of course, Rollo doesn't plan on gorging himself (there's no way he could finish all of this!), but he doesn't want to be wasteful either. Perhaps a healthy compromise would be to take the rest to-go and eat the leftovers over the course of a week.

As he's in the middle of mentally plotting out his next meals, the entire lounge unexpectedly darkens. Gasps and cries of surprise ring out from the mob students. Then a blinding spotlight appears in the middle of the room, and Rollo almost chokes on his buttered bread roll.

Azul is illuminated by the spotlight. He throws his arms out in a friendly gesture, beaming out to his captive audience. “Gentlemen! It is with great pride and pleasure that we of the Mostro Lounge welcome you to this special evening. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy your meals and conversations set against a calming backdrop of the sea’s melody.”

Their performance begins: Azul on the grand piano, Jade on contrabass, and Floyd on drums. Rollo wants to detest it, but he can’t bring himself to. If he closes his eyes and wills his mind elsewhere, the opening notes envelop him and soothe his weariness, like waves washing away his fatigue and stress.

“I’d like to dedicate this song to a very special guest,” Azul announces, “to our visitor from the City of Flowers, Student Council President of Noble Bell College, and, of course, our dearest friend, Rollo Flamme-san! May the bond between us and our schools be ever stronger.”

His eyes fly wide open. The spotlight drastically swivels, the bright, hot lights suddenly on him. This time, Rollo really does choke on his bread.

He downs what he can of his meal as quickly as he can, wanting to slap some money on the table and to be out before Azul can embarrass him further. That crafty octopus has planned for this though—none of the mob students stop by to give his check, locking Rollo in a social circumstance where he has to stay put (or else be labelled as a dine-and-dasher, a criminal).

He sits there quietly coping and seething for the entirety of the performance. The calm waters the music once provided has suddenly turned scalding. Rollo’s gaze seemingly burns holes in the Octatrio as they finally (FINALLY!) wrap up and bow for their audience.

Azul and the twins then make their way to Rollo. Were it not for the booth itself, there was no doubt in Rollo’s mind that they would be circling him like sharks. Jade and Leech stand on either side of them while Azul clasps Rollo’s shoulders in an overly familiar way (it makes his skin crawl).

Before he get a word out edge-wise or demand for the check, Azul declares, “Our dear Rollo-san just so happens to be Mostro Lounge’s 10,000th customer!! As such, he has won himself a most generous prize: one free consultation with yours truly! A round of applause for him, everyone.”

The applause kicks up, and Rollo’s head is spinning from confusion at Azul’s ludicrous statement. He doesn’t have the luxury of fully processing what it could mean or what his true intentions are—Jade has looped one arm under his, and Floyd has seized the other.

What is the matter with these two?! When I said I was interested in a visit to the on-campus cafe, never did imagine I would be accosted by thuggish men during it!!

“Release me!! Unhand me!!” Rollo roars, flailing his limbs uselessly as the twins drag him off to one of the back rooms. The mob students avert their gazes, pretending as if they don’t see him—they’re unwilling to get involved themselves. “IS THIS HOW NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE OPERATES?!”

Into Azul’s office he’s ushered, seated before the proverbial mob boss himself. Crossing his legs and lacing his fingers together, Azul calls for Jade to fetch tea. Floyd lazily flops onto an adjacent seat and drapes his limbs all over it.

“Rollo-san, it’s been so long! We must catch up before getting down to business,” Azul croons. His voice is disgustingly sweet and slimy, caked on thick. “Tell me, how have you been? How are you finding our fair school? I’m all ears.”

“Don’t act as though we are friendly. Nothing could be further from the truth.” Rollo makes a face, concealing his grimace of disapproval with his handkerchief—Azul spots it and his eyes glimmer with recognition. “I’ve seen through your ruse, you miscreants. I won’t be deceived by the likes of you and your minions.”

“Oh? And what, pray tell, are the misdeeds you suspect on our part?” Azul asks innocently.

Jade places a fresh cup of tea in front of their guest, then Azul. The steam rising from the cups shrouds their faces in a curtain of faint white, obscuring both truth and lies. Floyd is on the edge of his seat, waiting for a good brawl to break out. Jade joins him, matching his deranged grin. (All they’re missing is the popcorn.)

“… I thought it odd that you would be ‘anticipating’ my arrival and that you would go to the trouble of preparing to receive me. Trying to win my favor with free food and a show, it’s clear you were trying to butter me up for something.”

“Me? Butter you up? Never,” Azul insists, but his smile is a little too wide. “I only wish to help you, to deepen the relationship between ourselves and of our respective schools. Networking and making useful—oh, excuse me, I mean deep—connections is important for young adults.”

Azul bows elegantly. “… I offer you my services, Rollo-san. Speak your heart’s desire, and I shall see if I can make it a reality. In return, I expect a favor, should I happen to call upon you. We will also serve as each other’s contacts for our own schools. You see? It is a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

Rollo instantly sees what he is: the devil looking to make a deal. The twins with their razor sharp teeth, his hellish imps seeking free amusement.

He stands, fists clenched, expression enraged, and lets nasty words torrent out. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think I’m open to negotiating any sort of terms with you. You’d be better off propositioning someone with fewer brain cells. Maybe start with your dopey-eyed classmates before you attempt at seducing something out of me.”

The thing he wished for more than anything else… that was something no one could make a reality. The best he could hope for was some form of retribution—retribution that Rollo sought to bring about with his own hands. He would never be able to live it down if he entrusted his ambitions to someone else, let alone a nefarious mage. Soon, brother. Soon, I will bring about a fairer world in your name—a world without magic, without sin, without suffering…!!

“I understand.” Azul nods, accepting Rollo’s decision, but doesn’t totally back down. He offers a rectangular angluar cut of paper. “My card. If you ever wish to have your woes be heard, you know how to reach me.”

Rollo snatches it out of his hand and crushes it. He storms out without another word, crumpled business card still in his grasp.

“How unfortunate that Rollo-san did not take the bait,” Jade sighs. (“It was funny watching his face twist though,” Floyd cackles, flopping over in his chair.)

“No matter.” Azul says with a shrug. “I foresaw this from the very beginning—which is exactly why we took precautionary measures to ensure that we still earned something from his appearance at all. Isn’t that right, boys?”

They smirked at each other knowingly. Everything had been carefully calculated from the moment Rollo had stepped onto campus. The big show they had put on, the loud declaration to the lounge and its customers… “Our dear Rollo-san just so happens to be Mostro Lounge’s 10,000th customer!! As such, he has won himself a most generous prize: one free consultation with yours truly!” (That had been a convenient lie, made up for the whole publicity stunt.)

All of it was an elaborate pretense for one explicit purpose: to plant a seed of suggestion in the other customers’ heads. A free consultation for the 10,000th customer? Then perhaps they could be the next lucky man to be the 20,000th one. More incentive to return, more lines skewered with tasty bait, cast out into the sea of waiting customers.

“Fufufu, another excellent job well done, if I do say so myself.”

While Azul and the twins are gloating in private, Rollo has made his way to the first fireplace he can find. He furiously casts Azul’s accursed business cards into the flames, relishing the moment it turns entirely black and ashen. No, Rollo swears to himself. He won’t be swayed by the devil. He was made stronger than that.

[emmg]

Look, my real fear here is that all of us dark, depraved degenerates who thrive on angsty, trauma-ridden chaos are going to take one look at Elgar’nan in Veilguard and collectively say, "Daddy? Sorry, Daddy?"

I mean, an all-powerful, permanently pissed-off god of vengeance? With dark hair, glowing eyes, and horns? And fresh out of a messy breakup since Solas turned his wife into lawn decor? My panties evaporated five minutes ago. Sign me up. Hell, fast-track me to AO3 and suffocate me under dubious consent tags like it’s a religion.

And of course, I’ll be obsessing over yet another toxic, emotionally constipated maniac. Because apparently, my idea of a good time is ‘ruin me emotionally, physically, and spiritually—but make it hot.’

[uhohdad]

Knife play Titan save me

Knife play Titan 😩🫡

Save me knife play Titan!!!!

Someone call the authorities, I'm having thoughts and I'll exhibit behaviours 😁

WARNING: 18+, NSFW, DEPICTIONS OF NON-CONSEXUAL SEX AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION AND TAKE CARE <3

“I think it’s only fair we let Lover Boy pick, hm?”

Titan punctuates his question by tweaking your nipple, the handle of his knife scratching your skin with each of his harsh touches. He pauses around a thick, arrogant grin, as if he actually expected you to give valuable input instead of the sobs and pleads you’ve been offering thus far.

Titan doesn’t let up on his depraved groping as he turns to Konig with a head tilted in curiosity. He gives your nipple a punishing flick that forces your breath in through grit teeth.

“So what’ll it be first, Lover Boy? Want me to ruin your toy right away? Or should I play nice with it first?”

Konig doesn’t dare blink.

Titan gives a giddy laugh, his hold on your chest and wrists suddenly painful.

“Oh, come on now, you don’t want to leave it up to me, do you? Because if you do, I might just skip the fun all together and go straight to carving my name into her.”

Konig chokes at the threat, his eyes fully blown as he flicks between Titan’s wicked smile and your tear-streaked face.

“What’ll it be Lover Boy?”

Titan reengages his grip on the blade and places the tip into your bare stomach - not with enough pressure to draw blood - but enough to indent your flesh and more than enough to get his point across.

Konig panics when your sobs triple in volume, and his hands flail in the air.

“Feel good! Feel good!” He blurts out.

Titan laughs maniacally, throwing his head back. His entire body shakes, the knife threatening to pierce you with each jolt.

He knows he’s got you both wrapped around his finger, and he’s intoxicated off the power. Pride puffs out his chest as he savors watching his fiercest competitor surrender to his whim with such little effort.

“You want me to make your girl feel good, Lover Boy?”

Konig chokes again, freezing in his spot.

Titan’s knife jerks up in a threat to stab you, clearly only to make Konig flinch, and its more than effective, both of you pulling your shoulders up to brace yourselves.

“Yes! Yes!” Konig’s voice is strained and broken, his words coming out as hiccups through clench teeth.

Titan laughs again, and when he speaks, his voice is practically a growl.

“Good choice.”

A squeak leaves you when Titan’s predator stare locks onto you, those menacing canines the star of his sickening, greedy appetite. He places the handle of his knife between his teeth before grabbing the entirety of a plush breast.

You whine, arching away from his demeaning, brute touch, but Titan seems only entranced by the way your bare torso dances as you try and escape his powerful restraint. His smile thickens around the handle of the knife’s blade, and a muffled hum leaves him with a lull of his eyes. He runs his thumb over your perky nipple, drawing a chilling shudder from you.

Titan lets go of his harsh grip on your chest and retrieves the knife from his mouth, and with little warning, the flat of the blade presses firmly against your jaw.

The corner of Titan’s lip perks up, either at your squeak, or the choked noise that comes from Konig’s direction, but he doesn’t his break stare, his hollow, dangerous eyes lingering inches from your face. He looks displeased at he studies you, watching a few tears crest your eye line in between your trembling body and pathetic whimpers.

His voice is both threatening and playful all at once.

“If I let go of your hands-”

The flat of the steel digs further into your jaw.

“- Are you going to fight me, Funny Girl?”

You don’t dare shake your head to gesture, but you can’t help the twitch you make when your answer catches on a breathy sob.

“No.”

“No?” Titan repeats, with a tilt of his head and a bit more pressure on your jaw.

“No!” The word snags in your throat, ripping from your lungs as you push through your panic.

Titan hums approval, leering at your tear-stained, helpless face.

He must have cut you, because when he pulls the blade away, he smiles, the hand restraining your wrists finding a new home on your jaw. With a tight grip, he forces your face to the side and licks a wet, generous swipe across your cheek, lapping up both your tears and the blood the knife beaded from your flesh.

He gives another hum as he finishes out his swipe with a flick, leaving you stained with his spit.

“You know what?” Titan asks you both with a drone.

Never in your life have you not known more.

The rhetorical question and the truly sadistic smile on his face makes your insides bunch.

“I bet I don’t even have to try.”

Titan presses the blade back to your throat, forcing a swallow from you.

You watch with wide eyes as Titan scoffs at you before turning to Konig. He holds his stare, challenging him with that determined, dangerous smile.

“I bet she’s already wet.”

You suck in a breath, already clinging to Titan’s arms to pry him from you before he even makes his move.

Without warning, Titan’s body jerks viciously and his knife barrels in the direction of your head. Konig shouts, and all you have time to do is pinch your eyes closed. A shallow breath leaves you at the sound of impact, and after a taut pause you carefully open your eyes.

Titan’s forearm digs into your shoulder, massive frame looming over you with heaving breaths. He’s lodged the blade in the dirt what must be less than an inch from your head.

“What did I say, Nine?!”

You flinch at Titan’s words, seared in hissed flame.

“I said don’t fight it!”

With pleading eyes and sputtered breaths you give a nod, indiscernible promises spilling from your lips.

“If your arms leave the ground one more time, I’ll use this knife to skewer your wrists to the dirt.”

Titan pulls the knife from the dirt and presses it to your abused neck, splotched with the ghost of his teeth, and his voice drops to a dangerous snarl.

“Got it?”

You obediently rest your shaking arms in the dirt by your head, muscles bracing as you force yourself to fight every instinct.

“A girl like you, Nine-”

He scoffs.

“I bet you’re one to need it rough to get your rocks off, aren’t you?”

He snickers when you freeze.

“Uh oh,” Titan teases, his purr thickening through an arrogant, deadly grin.

“I think someone’s about to get in big trouble with Lover Boy.”

He erupts into laughter, and while it takes everything in you to keep your arms on the dirt, you can’t help but kick and plea underneath him as he scoots back to sit on your thighs, keeping your upper half pinned with the threat of his knife.

A large, calloused palm conforms to your stomach before fingertips slink over soft flesh and to your waistband. He’s taking his time, reveling in your begging, the objections pouring so quickly from your lips they might as well be nervous laughter.

Titan’s fingertips wedge the gap behind your panties, his eyes lulling as his roughened hand cups your front in a brutal grip.

He squeezes you with a hum before his hand trails lower, until the flat of his hand engulfs the entirety of your little cunt. When his fingers spread to peel your lips apart, both you and Titan suck in a breath through your teeth simultaneously.

He laughs, low and sinful and truly gut-wrenching.

His wicked canines are the last thing you see before your eyes pinch closed and a truly pitiful whine leaves you, your face seared with the hot sting of humiliation.

Titan’s laugh picks up fervor as he sticks two fingers in the air for Konig to see, the sunlight slipping through the leaves of the fall forest and catching on an unmistakable, generous sheen of arousal dripping down his knuckles.

“Well, I guess this means we can skip the ‘feel good’ part, huh Lover Boy?”

MORE TITAN DRABBLES YOU KNOW YOU WANT, FUNNY GIRL

KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU

[ren4ever]

Limerence love

TW: nsfw at the bottom (you'll be warned there, for now SFW 15+) masked men kink, "if anything i wouldnt even wish limerence upon my enemies"

🐰 h/n, the man you have an big fat crush on for no reason even though he gives u icks left n right and yet u still fantantize over this big bully, do you really just love being shoved to his locker while being whispered depraved shit? thats fucking delusional. 🐰 Your friend that always had been supportive with everything untill she heard that you like h/n, she always complains why your into such douchebags and that you could find a better man than him

🐰 you also frquently stalk his intagram and he knows it, you can hear him often chuckling with his friends about how desperate you are but secreeetttlyyyy maybe, just maybe he likes you ... a bit? 🐰 your parents decided to move to an different city for no fucking reason, so slowly but surely you started losing feelings for him 🐰 after several years you finally graduated and got hired as an militairy nurse 🐰 while you were getting an tour of the base, you noticed someone who looked fimilair leaning against the walls, staring at you. BEFORE READING FURTHER, NSFW WARNING TW: non-con (MINORS SCROLL)

after the tour you imediately evacuted to the restroom you started panicking! as you felt an cold, eerie presence behind u, your hands on the sink counter started trembling. Before u could even move he easily traps you against the sink, whilst using his free hand to pull onto ur hair "Where'd you think your going?" you struggle against him "let me fucking go" he scoffed at your pathetic plea, finally letting go off your hair "shut up" giving you an fierce glance before he forcefully drags you out of the restroom, his grip was too strong so your body just eventually gave up he then easily swang you over to his broad big shoulders, walking towards his barracks he roughly threw you onto his bed like a useless ragdoll before he crawled on top of you, "wh-- what are you doing?!-" you tried agressively kicking him off of you but he didnt care it as if you were just a little mouse compared to him "behave" he whispered calmy, while tearing ur clothes off as an needy maniac zziiiiippp "seeing a real man's dick for the first time hmm, yeah?" he then strokes his length while staring at your messed up face before he shoves it ruthelessly in you, you couldnt do anything but protest weakly "S-Shit.. ah.. s-stop! pleasee..." u beg him to stop while you writhe beneath him "shhh.." he wrap his hand around your neck forcing u to choke and hiccupping for air, "this is what you'll get for making me wait all those fucking years!" using you to relieve his fusteration (yeah, no im bad at writing NSFW so ill end it here sighhhh)

face down on the pillow, gasping for air with humiliating moans n whimpers.

[animeyanderelover]

Sfw and nsfw hcs for the Arcobaleno (khr) all sharing an SO, please!

Just to be completely sure that no one misunderstands, we’re talking about the Arcobaleno in the context that all of them still have their normal bodies! I also included Lal Mirch instead of Luce just like you requested in another ask.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, obsession, stalking, manipulation, blackmailing, overprotective behavior, stalking, guilt-tripping, isolation, abduction, threats, death, polyamory, Nsfw, sensory depravation, ropes, handcuffs, threesome, edging, blowjob, corruption kink, overstimulation, tentacles, voyeurism, size kink, afab reader for the Nsfw part

Sharing an s/o

Under normal circumstances it is highly unlikely that all seven of those people would be able to share one darling yet the one thing that is going to play the one deciding factor is that all of them are holders of the Arcobaleno Pacifiers. It is this fact that single-handedly holds this entire team together yet even within this largely very reluctant and begrudging agreement there is always conflict, distrust and betrayal involved. There are Arcobaleno who get along better with another Arcobaleno and who actually team up together when sharing you as well as protecting you from another Arcobaleno who is distrusted amongst others. Then there are Arcobaleno who actively scheme how to get their hands on you all by themselves, who might even be ready to ignore the overall duties they have only to never succeed due to the effort and strength of the other Arcobaleno. Peace is fragile and chaos ensues more than often and despite best efforts sometimes you get dragged into those fights. It is no one's intention to harm you though if you were to be hurt during the conflict whoever was responsible fotr the escalation will be shunned and forbidden from getting close to you for a long time.

Seven of the strongest people are protecting you and loving you so it isn't an understatement that you are possibly one of the best protected people in the world. You have the strongest Martial Artist, the strongest Hitman, a brilliant scientist, two combat experts, an illusionist and a man known as the "Immortal Stuntman". Only a suicidal fool or delusional maniac would attempt to harm you or use you as a hostage as even if only one of them were obsessed with you this would be a task considered highly difficult or nearly impossible. Still, some measurements have to be taken so you are moved to another house in a more secluded area. A decision not easy for you, especially since you are most likely not alright with the thought of having to be the lover to seven of the strongest people on earth. By choosing the place you would call home from now on the Arcobaleno have also ensured that the place is well protected and have installed multiple other safety measurements. Verde has installed cameras, Colonnello and Lal Mirch have set up traps and the entire interior is filled with secret passages and weapons in case an intruder gets into the house.

You are familiarised enough with the hidden doors and the passages that you will be able to hide safely if there should ever be an occasion where someone even manages to bypass the traps as well as the security system yet you are never told enough so that you are enabled to make plans to escape this place. Normally the Arcobaleno try to see it through that at least one of them always stays with you as technology and secret passages can only do so much to protect you. It is no denial that there are one or two members who the rest wouldn't like you to be left alone with for an extended perios of time as a trustworthy and reliable Arcobaleno would then have to stay with you as well, so little trust is given to those specific people. It isn't common for all seven to gather together as they are people who travel all over the world and still have missions and assassinations to fulfill meaning that there is quite an influx as well as efflux of them. Some of them only stay for a few days, others manage to spend weeks with you before they have to leave again. It is due to the increased risk that would appear the moment you were to leave your home that keeps you locked up like a princess in a fairytale.

Now that we have established some of the basics let's talk more in depth about each singular member as well as their role in this arrangement as well as how well they would get along with other Arcobaleno and if they would even go as far as teaming up with other members:

🐍​Fon enjoys the trust of most of the other Arcobaleno and is essentially working as the peacemaker more than once, especially when tension and conflict arises as he always remains calm and composed with an admirable patience that doesn't waver even when other members snap at him. He's the one who explains the situation that you are in when you are initially brought to your new house and he is due to his serene composure the one Arcobaleno you find yourself seeking out the most when you're scared or when something is bothering you as he always lends you his ear whilst offering to prepare you some tea to soothe your anxiety. He's observant, in tune with your emotions which is why he often senses that something is bothering you long before you even consider talking about it. Fon is a very lucid person who gives you more lenience than some other Arcobaleno do yet he is not actively coddling you, fair in his judgement even if it involves punishing you for a mistake you did or a rule you broke. The martiat artist is arguably the one person you trust most, a fact which elicits jealousy and competitiveness from other Arcobaleno when they take notice of it.

🐍​Traits that make him up boil down to his protective nature, lucid mind as well as a subtle streak of manipulation that he uses. Despite his abilities and his strength Fon is tame if compared to some of the other Arcobaleno yet he is one of the people who arguably influence you the most. He's good in gaining your trust which is why he arguably manipulates you the most in the least suspecting ways as he guides you through your new life and coaxes you to be more understandable and less hostile about everything. Something that Reborn points out to him when both of them are alone one time, a sly grin o the Hitman's face as he states that Fon truly is a sneaky snake for being the one slowly pushing you to accept your new life the most and even talking you into feeling a sense of peace even though your situation is so far from what should be normal. Fon only gives him a serene smile, merely remarking that he finds Reborn's perspective interesting as he never confirms nor denies if Reborn is actually correct with his assumption or not. Overall Fon is in a unique position as he works decent together with everyone, even dysfunctional members, yet never teams up closely with anyone.

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🐍​Patience is a virtue that will be rewarded. Fon plays by those rules which is why he is rewarded as you not only willingly approach him but also by being the first Arcobaleno that gets to be that intimate with you. He wins the little competition going on amongst the group and even though he pretends to be humble deep down he is secretly proud that he's your first. You don't regret that decision you made even after you have pretty much made experience with all other Arcobaleno. Fon is kind, soothing, understanding and he guided you through the entire process as you were nervous and due to that slightly tense during your first time with him. He always guides you through it even after you have gotten a taste of everyone and it is this reassurance and patience that always draws you back. He makes you feel loved and adored in a way that has butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, knows how to soothe any insecurities you may have about your own body and lets you feel just how much he desires you. You're low-key obsessed with the dragon tattoo on his left arm and he always lets you trace your fingers over it, enjoying the way your fingers brush over the ink.

🐍He uses incense, body oils and is extremely gifted with his hands. He knows where to touch you, knows how to relax your muscles up by kneeding and massaging your flesh or easing his long digits into you before starting to pump in and out of you, coaxing your walls to loosen up for later. He could give you a massage without it getting sexual but the problem is that his hands feel way too good to the point where your pussy is always soaking wet at one point and obviously he always notices the way your body reacts to his hands squeezing your flesh. Even despite knowing your answer most of the time already he still asks you for your consens before he proceeds, letting you cum once around his fingers before he removes his own clothes and climbs on top of you, his body pressing against your back as he presses kisses against your skin all whilst grabbing your hip and guiding it slowly up until you can feel the tip of his erection pressing right against your hole. Fon seems to like creating relaxing environments, another example being how he likes easing you onto his cock during a hot bath all whilst praising you and pressing kisses against your chest and collarbone.

🐍​Sometimes though it feels like there is another side hiding beneath that gentle exterior as you remember vividly how he reacted the first time you actually undid his braid and tugged at his longer hair, recall the abrupt hiss he let out before he shoved his hips with an unknown force against your own which caused your body to slam almost painfully against the edge of the bathtub. There was a short glimmer of something wild in his eyes before it quickly disappeared and he apologised to you. It is Reborn who whispers to you that there is a feral dragon hiding underneath that tame facade, one who is merely holding back to not break his precious lotus. You don't fully believe Reborn though which the mischievous man takes as a challenge. One time. One time Reborn manages to not only break Fon's polite and patient exterior but also joins him and you still don't know what exactly the Hitman said or did to get Fon so worked up. You only know that you are about to take a shower before both men walk in with a darkened gleam in their eyes. When you turn to Fon with questioning eyes he merely tells you that nothing is wrong all whilst his hands quickly free you from your layers of clothing.

🐍​There are two greedy pairs of hands touching you, lips traveling all over your skin, tongues and fingers exploring your sensitive walls and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you. There's Fon shoving your back against the large mirror in the bathroom, your legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusts into you with a speed and force that was previously unknown to you all whilst murmuring against your lips that you have no idea how breathtaking you look right now. There's him showing Reborn how to tie you up all prettily like a present waiting to be unwrapped, a skill you never knew he possessed before. There's the memory of sitting in Fon's lap, his long cock splitting you open and his lips travelling over your neck and back, his hands massaging your breasts whilst you are sucking off Reborn, two of your holes occupied at the same time with Fon occasionally reprimanding Reborn to go slower when noticing that you're struggling only for the Hitman to retort that both know that he's secretly enjoying it. Unsurprisingly you struggle to walk the next day. There's a subtle tension between them after, occasional glances they share which makes you wonder if you'll soon be ruined again.

🔫​Reborn may be on a more mischievous side yet next to Fon he is also someone who most Arcobaleno trusts when it comes to your safety and protection. After all he’s the world’s strongest Hitman and his confident and charismatic personality manages to keep the little semblance of harmony within the group mostly together as well. In many aspects Reborn is actually like Fon yet he’s much more playful and sly about the way he presents himself. Still, no one can deny that there is an aura of intimidation he allows to slip out, especially if some other members of the group start acting out of hand and every Arcobaleno has had at least one moment where they were slightly scared of him. The Hitman is mindful to not let you be too frightened of him though even if he's naturally just on a more intimidating spectrum. It isn't the only reason why many Arcobaleno are careful around him though, it is also because Reborn is notoriously mischievous and comedically sadistic, Skull is by far his favorite victim to bully and torment. Reborn is aware of his feelings and he is honest about them to you and he loves pushing others buttons as well so that you get a glimpse of their darker feelings for you as well.

🔫​Perhaps it is the honesty that you appreciate about him. Reborn is not one to sugarcoat anything, his words precise and straight to the point. He doesn't lie to you and in return you learn to be honest around him. Even if you do lie, Reborn can expertly deduce from your body language that you're not telling him the truth. Despite the natural aura of intimidation there is an air of composure and professionalism surrounding him that draws you to him, especially once you ask him what being a Hitman is like. You don't expect him to actually tell you some stories where he may not go into too much details but still tells you truthfully about assassinations he did and people he killed and despite the horror of those stories the way he speaks about those experiences fascinates you. In line with his impish nature he loves scaring you, often appearing behind you without you noticing him until you turn around and get a small heart attack to which he flicks your forehead amused. All of his confidence aside Reborn actually teaches you how to use a gun, justifying the decision to the other Arcobaleno by explaining that they should always prepare for a what-if-scenario, no matter how small it is.

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🔫​Reborn and Fon have always been the two Arcobaleno that enjoyed the highest chances of spending time with you due to their capabilities so Reborn has always tried goading Fon into a little bet to see who you would trust first with satiating your sexual needs. Fon never complied with his teasing challenges though, deeming them to be childish. Nevertheless though, Reborn still notices that under all that humble appearance Fon is secretly feeling victorious that you ultimately choose him at first if the subtle glances he gives the Hitman the day after are anything to go by. Colonnello is someone Reborn has always considered his rival and by extension someone he considers his equal yet ever since the mutual obsession for you has been born the Hitman has learned to respect the martial artist a lot more as well. Yet Fon is one of those Arcobaleno that only expose their gentle and kind side to you without ever revealing the savage desire simmering beneath, something that Reborn intends to change. He knows after all that Fon is restraining his need for you and it is when you deny his words that the Hitman truly starts prodding and goading him until Fon snaps and gives in to his wants.

🔫​Reborn is more open about his own desires for you though he's not drooling pathetically like Skull over you. No, instead he's slick, he's charming, he's a tease. He wants you to approach him and beg for him, especially after he knows that Fon got to know you on first base. He whispers in a low and husky voice suggestive things into your ears as he suddenly presses up from behind you, large hands grabbing your hips and pushing your rear even tighter against his bulge, warm lips pressing against the shell of your ear before he suddenly lets go and leaves you standing there as a confused and flustered mess. He has a dirty mouth yet his words are smooth and his voice is melodic as he whispers his little fantasies into your ear, pushing you and testing your limits. Despite his slightly bolder approach he still remains patient though he will admit that he has jerked off to the image of you once or twice when he indulged a bit too much in teasing you, your scent still clinging subtly to his clothes as he strokes his thick and aching length. He isn't even ashamed to hint to you that he may or may not have touched himself whilst thinking about you.

🔫​Your first time with Reborn is wildly different than your first time with Fon. Reborn is a sadist yet he is weirdly gentle throughout it all as he bullies you. Dirty nicknames and dirty talking is absolutely involved though you can't be completely mad when he talks to you in his smooth and deep voice, the arousal still adding a tinge of humiliation that you actually enjoy being called such names and the expression you give him when he asks you if you actually get off of it is priceless and something Reborn greatly treasures. He likes involving pretty lingerie, handcuffs and blindfolds whenever he has you all for himself and he is bold enough to see it through that you're loud enough for other Arcobaleno in the house to hear you to let them know how much pleasure he brings you. He is a dom, has a thing if you call him "sir" in the bedroom and discovers that letting you wear his hat whilst you bounce on his dick is a dangerous sight that he plans to indulge more in. I imagine him as someone who is over 5'11 so if his darling should be notably smaller than him prepare for him to develop a major size kink since he knows that he's well endowed down there.

🔫​If there is one person though Reborn finds himself often teaming up with it is Colonnello. They've been rivals for a long time now and compete frequently over you all in a still amicable but competitive way. That rivalry reaches new heights once Colonnello has gotten his own taste of you as well which expands their competition to the bedroom. Both actually ask you who you think did better for the first time, Colonnello much blunter than Reborn yet when you are unable to answer you quickly find your nude body pressed between both of those fine men as you're tugged back and forth as both want a taste of you. From that moment on it is a competition of who can make you cum first, who can make you cum faster, who can draw the most orgasms out of you and the list goes on and on. Colonnello accidentally rips the lingerie you wear apart, only grunting out an apology as he squeezes your ass and devours your lips. Reborn can't fully blame him though as he's sure that if he would have any less self-control he might have done the same. It's going to get loud as you aren't allowed to keep quiet nor does Colonnelo make any efforts to hide his grunts and groans. Reborn is the only one who stays quiet.

🔬​If there is one Arcobaleno everyone collectively doesn't trust, it is Verde. Verde is a man who is only fueled by his own interests and fascination to the point where he is even willing to ignore his duties as an Arcobaleno and break the agreement. This is why he is never allowed to be left alone with you as there is always going to be another person staying with you when it is his shift to watch over you. The scientist is as you probably expect nothing short of displeased by this, chides the other Arcobaleno for this immature and distrusting behavior but it isn't like he doesn't know that if he could, he absolutely would keep you all for himself. His entire obsession started far more begrudgingly though as he has always only ever cared for his research which is why he initially didn't appreciate just how much of a distraction you were to him. After all he has dedicated his entire life to science so to figure out that his focus is getting split between his research and his newfound obsession with you initially made him dislike you a lot to the point where he briefly considered getting rid of you to regain his self-control. He doesn't believe in curses yet to him you are a curse for making him so obsessed.

🔬​You can't necessarily say that you feel comfortable around Verde either. He disturbs you, creeps you out in some moments and all of that is mainly because he approaches his obsession with you like any true scientist would do with something unknown. He observes you, he actually creates a file solely for you and he notes down everything he finds out about you all in hopes of figuring out what it is that fascinates him so much about you. To the great agony of most other Arcobaleno he is the closest thing to a doctor that they have, a fact that Verde attempts to use to his advantage as he claims openly that he would rather not have some amateur doctor examining you when he not only knows so much more and would notice any symptoms so much faster but also because he would find a cure infinitely better for any illness you might catch. Often he approaches you in order to brag to you about his inventions only to get offended and end up schooling you about it when he realises that you aren't able to follow and it isn't uncommon either for him to rant about the incompetence of other Arcobaleno to you, especially if he doesn't agree with their decisions which often ignore his own suggestions for good reasons.

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🔬​Frankly spoken, he is disgusted by the behavior some of the Arcobaleno show when it involves sex and it almost makes him glad at times that he spends so much time in his laboratory that is included in the house you are kept in with walls that shield him from any noises when one or two other members currently have their fun with you. There is one time he vividly remembers where he was with Fon and Reborn currently in the house, spending time in the laboratory for some research only to leave his room to hear loud moans, grunts and creaks coming from the bathroom which promptly led him to retreat back into his safe space, his hunger completely gone. He's only mildly disappointed that it is Fon who got tempted by Reborn as he has always liked to give the Martial Artist slightly more credit for discriminating against him less than other members of the group. It wouldn't have been a surprise if it would have been Colonnello with Reborn as those two often tagteam though in hindsight he is somewhat glad that it wasn't the combat expert as Verde has already once gotten the displeasure of hearing just how vocal the blonde man is when buried inside of you.

🔬​Before any of the other Arcobaleno knock you up he prescribes you birth control pills, unwilling to risk being the one who would have to help deliver a screaming baby which would only add more chaos and give him an even bigger headache. His ire about the unbelievable behavior in regards to sex is something he expresses with greatest displeasure though, especially to people like Reborn and especially Colonnello who he accusses of sounding like a goddamn animal in heat. Once again it is Reborn who likes to push Verde off of his high horse by telling him that he is probably going to be one of the freakiest of them all once he gives in to his own desires as well. Oh, how you wish that Reborn would have been wrong with this assumption yet you indeed discover one day that the Hitman was right once again as you find yourself strapped to the hospital bed in his laboratory, completely naked all whilst Verde shuffles around in the shelves whilst admitting to you with a twinge of annoyance that he has had enough of you getting fucked senseless by the other Arcobaleno before he pulls out a blindfold, a gag and a vibrator. He hates to admit it though, now he's gotten curious as well.

🔬​This truly feels like some sort of roleplay where he is the mad scientist and you are the unfortunate test subject and you dread to ask him if he thinks about this current situation as exactly that. Indeed Verde treats his first time with you like a study though and as the dedicated scientist that he is he truly wrings out everything he can until you feel like jelly. He observes every twitch of your body, every increase of your heartbeat, every hitch of your breath as he prods around your body before he slowly pushes his gloved fingers inside of you, the rubber material leaving an uncomfortable burn that has you squirming around, your whimpers muffled by the gag he has forced you to wear as he wouldn't want you to be a screaming and moaning mess as it would only distract him from his research. The relief when he finally pulls his fingers out of you is only short-lived though before he pushes the vibrator inside of you, testing out the different levels to see to which one your body has the strongest reaction. It is when you have your first orgasm that there is a spark of enthralment as he observes how your body unwinds and you lose control over yourself for a brief moment.

🔬​As a dedicated scientist Verde is quite finicky about hygience cleanliness and perhaps that is why he initially is somewhat hesitant to touch you without gloves and get very close to you whilst risking to get himself stained in bodily fluids. Yet his attention has been already captured the first time he witnessed you having an orgasm. One thing about Verde is that he refuses to jerk off when he has a boner even if his own sex drive is lower in comparison to other Arcobaleno. He won't reduce himself to a desperate and horny mess which means that he guides you to his laboratory as soon as he has a persistent problem he is unable to get under control. Sometimes you find yourself sitting on his lap, cockwarming him with only parts of his your clothes and his clothes discarded whilst he's getting some last work done before he finally focuses on you, finally ending the uncomfortable ache you've been feeling, other times you find yourself strapped to the hospital bed once more whilst he has you cumming around different vibrators or around his cock. If there is one thing you can give him though is that he always medically ensures that you're fine after he's done with you. He's no goddamn after all.

🩵​Colonello is the first one amongst the Arcobaleno who actually exhibits some delusional tendencies though to people like Verde and Reborn it is obvious that he is just searching for some justification to avert the guilt he occasionally feels for influencing your life in such severe ways. His delusions are tied together with his protective tendencies with which he ends up explaining his own actions to you. He had to do what he had to do. You wouldn't know that as you were a few months ago nothing more than a normal citizen but if they wouldn't have isolated you and erased all traces of you enemies would have come for you as well as all the people that you cherish and love. He's sensitive about this topic and if you push him too much he might end up snapping, otherwise Colonnello is someone you find yourself getting along with. Sure, he tends to be on a louder side which may startle you considering that you spend much time around quiet people like Fon or Reborn but his energy is quite refreshing, especially since he advertises for more freedom for you. Whenever he returns to your new accomadation he always brings you a souvenir from the place from which he came.

🩵​Colonnello finds himself often working closely together with Reborn as well as Lal Mirch which actually makes him the Arcobaleno who has the most allies amongst the group. Technically Skull can be added to that list as well though Reborn and him just end up bullying the poor guy and using him as some sort of errand boy who they constantly boss around. He doesn't have per se any issues with any of the Arcobaleno though Verde and him have some bad blood running between them which has led the combat expert to provoke and trigger the scientist on more than just one occasion. You always assumed that Reborn was the most straightforward person in the group yet he is subtle in comparison to Colonnello who has an equally sharp tongue but expresses things in a much blunter fashion than his rival. When both of them are together they always seem to have some little competition going on between them for who can flatter or embarrass you faster or who you consider more handsome. The Blue Pacifier holder is passionate about his feelings for you, hardly manages to keep his hands to himself and when he's around he always likes to have some physical contact with you.

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🩵​As already established, Colonnello is very straightforward, very touchy and very passionate and those three words describe him best in every aspect of the relationship. Similar to Reborn he really doesn't hide his fantasies though he doesn't coat his words in the same charm as the hitman. He really is just that blunt though maybe it is this almost brutal honesty about his dirty thoughts that entices you. He's eager which causes him to be almost too aggressive at times, especially during your first time together with him. Things escalate quickly the moment you don't stop him during the first passionate kiss and before too long clothes go flying as he shoves you against whatever surface your body hits first as he really couldn't care less if you two do it in the bedroom or somewhere else. It's not without risk to fuck somewhere else in the house if another Arcobaleno should also be in the house but Colonnello's true shamelessness truly is exposed when he asks you in a raspy voice if it really matters if they see the two of you or not. Fuck, he wants them to see you, to see how good he makes you feel. If he fucks you, others will know because Colonnello is not exactly quiet.

🩵​It is this boldness which has led Verde to actively despise him as he has been made a victim one time by walking in on Colonnello fucking you roughly against the refrigerator and it is this uptight reaction of the scientist and his active condescending complaints to the combat expert that has led the holder of the Blue Pacifier to actively torment the green-haired man when both of them happen to be stationed together. He'll see it through that Verde will exactly know what he's doing to you and even if the scientist locks himself up he will always hear the two of you going at it. It gets especially disgusting for Verde if the two of you fuck somewhere else in the house since Colonnello loves making an absolute mess. That doesn't only include broken objects but also stains left behind by bodily fluids. More than just once he has accidentally ripped clothes of yours apart in a short outburst of impatience as he is desperate to get his hands roaming all over your skin. He usually apologises sincerely after he is finished with you and is calmer again, promises you to buy some new clothes though you wonder if they'll suffer the same fate eventually when his lust gets the better of him again.

🩵​As mentioned in Reborn's part, it is not uncommon for both of those men to team up together when it comes to doing dirty deeds and they are truly a killer combo together. Once he witnesses how Reborn has you calling him "sir" he starts developing his own kink of having you referring to him with a name and unsurprisingly considering his name he wants you to refer to him as "colonel". He curses himself for not having figured it out sooner that he fucking loves hearing you calling him that as it fills him with a thrilled kick that he has never experienced prior to taking an example from Reborn. Since both of those guys are dominant they occasionally end up fighting who gets to fuck you first in which position and in which hole though you will end up in either case in different positions, handed around as if you are a mere doll for them to use however they please. Things sometimes get even more crowded when Both Colonnello and Reborn decide to only bully Skull further by inviting him over yet not allowing him to participate nor even touch you, forcing the poor guy to watch as you bounce on their knees or are fucked from behind.

🩵​Lal Mirch is another Arcobaleno that Colonnello teams up with when having sex with you though in this case it isn't based on rivalry and instead on mutual love for each other. It is a break that you sometimes just embrace as you know that he is going to be less commanding and extreme with Lal Mirch around who treats you with more care even though you know that she is always a tad bit awkward and nervous when she is making love to you and that embarrassment is amplified when Colonnello is around. It actually takes Colonnello a bit to convince Lal Mirch into a threesome as the concept of it is something that she never thought she would be confronted with before you suddenly crossed all of their lives. It's certainly new for you to spend time with two Arcobaleno who aren't into the same stuff as Lal Mirch will actively bark at Colonnello to be more careful if she deems him to be too rough whilst she provides you with a gentler time even despite Colonnello teasing her for being so flustered around you and him even though she has the two people who she cherishes most right in front of her. Lal Mirch influences him though as he is less rough when she is with him.

🐍​Viper is someone other Arcobaleno tend to keep a closer eye on as well even though they still obey by the rules and follow the duties given to them ever since they became the holder of a Pacifier. If it wouldn't be for that sense of duty it is unlikely that Viper would agree to this entire arrangement and even until this day they are still one of the few members who still struggles at times to accept this reality. Under normal circumstances they are a very materialistic person who only works for money which is why Viper is a very possessive individual and it is this greed that can make them a very volatile Arcobaleno to deal with, especially when they see another member spending time with you. It is not unlikely that they have actually assaulted a few members before with their illusions when their possessive nature was triggered or have even attempted to play those mind games on you as you are much more receptive and vulnerable to fall victim to their abilities. It is for that reason that Viper is another member who is never allowed to be alone in the house with you, putting them in the same category as Verde and unsurprisingly they hate this.

🐍​Your relationship with Viper is something even you don't know how to describe. Fact is that their abilities to let you see things that aren't real freaks you out though they are at least less disturbing than Verde is. Still, you are scared of Viper and this is something that the Arcobaleno notices and almost seems to take advantage of at times. They're one of the quietest members though to the point where you actually don't even know what their voice sounds like for a good while before they finally talk to you. Similar to Reborn their silent nature allows them to sneak up on you without you even noticing until you turn around though Viper is far more creepy about it than Reborn who wants to startle you. They tend to follow you around as you walk through the house all without you even knowing about it until you eventually spot them or until you bump into another Arcobaleno who discovers them and scolds them for their excessive stalking and only then do you realise that they've been following you the entire time. It is unlikely that they're ever going to stop though, after all you are also their possession so they have a right to know what you're doing.

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🐍​I don't recall that Viper's biological sex was ever revealed and from what I could gather online even the fanbase is sort of torn over that aspect so I'll try to work this out as good as I can. They're quiet about their own opinions of sex. They neither join when Reborn and Colonnello start dirty talking randomly when all Arcobaleno are gathered with Fon sometimes subtly throwing in a comment or two as well but they aren't snapping at them and chiding them for their disgusting behavior and immaturity either like Verde who always looks like he is considering to castrate all of them so that they can never get it up again. The next day after someone has ravished you they mostly stay quiet which actually causes you to throw them some subtle glances, wondering if Viper just doesn't want to talk about it. This is ironically how you get Viper to ask you if you want to talk about it as soon as they realise that you give them those slightly wondering eyes, an offer you always bashfully reject as you'd rather not indulge in what happened the previous day. An answer to which they merely let out a hum that almost sounds disappointed, or perhaps you're just imagining that.

🐍​Admittedly, sex is not something that has ever been on Viper's mind before as their only focus has been on money yet Verde and them share one thing together which is that they actually start to get interested in it due to the active sex life that comes with so many people sharing you and especially with people as vocal and blunt as Colonnello. Viper just starts getting curious yet is too proud to actually ask you what your experiences with others have been so far, always secretly hoping that you yourself will talk about it as if you had the same dirty and honest mouth like some other Arcobaleno. Colonnello and Reborn on the other hand tell them what they secretly want to know without Viper even having to ask and it is Reborn who always nudges his friend and throws a mischievous glance in the illusionist's direction. Eventually Viper tries to vividly imagine what those two have told them about you, even attempt to create an illusion about you writhing and moaning and it is to those illusions of theirs that they start touching themself to. It's clumsy, awkward and slightly embarrassing as they don't really know what they're doing yet they still manage to eventually orgasm.

🐍​Maybe it is because you mistook Viper's quiet and more mysterious appearance as a sign that they're modest yet perhaps you should have considered that their abilities to use illusions would obviously give them some creative ideas. From all the sex you have had with all the different Arcobaleno Viper has always stood out due to the sheer uniqueness their abilities provide them with though you still have to figure out whether it is a good kind of weird or a bad kind of weird. There are two illusions that Viper favors and one of them remains you of every generic hentai that you have ever heard of as it involves, yes you guessed it right, tentacles. Slimy, rubbery with suction cups who wrap themselves around your body and brush against your pussy. You never expected an illusion to feel so real, a mixture of disgust and heat pooling in your belly as you feel those long and wriggly limbs slithering their way inside of you, brushing against your sensitive walls and nerves all whilst you can only whimper, unsure whether you want to beg Viper to stop or to let your disturbing curiosity take reign. It is this inner conflict that Viper seems to get off to, their fingers busily working on themselves.

🐍​Another illusion they often like to use, and one that is less disturbing than the tentacle one, is the one where they create clones of themselves. At this point in time you are not exactly unfamiliar with having two people at once devouring you yet three or four is something that you still have to experience even if all of those people except one are nothing more than an illusion, though their tongues and fingers feel very real if your orgasms are anything to go by. Viper likes to play a game with you sometimes though whilst you can already feel the next high chasing you, forcing you to focus on them as they ask of you to guess which Viper is not an illusion and if you don't guess right you will be denied an orgasm, causing you to let out a frustrated whine after the second or third time that you have guessed wrong. Talking about noises, Viper is unbelievably quiet even whilst touching themselves or allowing you to use your tongue or hands to pleasure them. Quickened breaths is more than often all that you are able to get out of them, maybe a broken moan once or twice but otherwise it is suffocatingly silent which actually makes you embarrassed when you make loud noises in their company.

💀​Verde and Viper are Arcobaleno that no one trusts yet at the very least they are still respected for their abilities and their character. If there is one member that is somewhat looked down upon by all others it would be Skull as he is almost the official human punching bag, especially for people like Colonnello and Reborn who constantly bully him and treat him like an errand boy and despite Skull's protests he still ends up doing what they're asking of him which really only drags his reputation even further down. He likes to show off yet runs away when he is confronted with someone stronger than him or someone he fears and it is this attribute of his character that has led everyone else to partially look down on him since his cowardice is a trait they don't need for protecting you. Obviously Skull would never abandon you if there should ever be an escalation as he is essentially a human shield who can tank a lot of damage but his undesirable traits have still resulted in other Arcobaleno not wanting him to get the privilege to watch after you all by himself, especially Reborn and Colonnello often state that he is far too pathetic to be left alone with you. They wouldn't want him to set a bad example.

💀​Even you can't help but pity Skull whenever you see how Colonnello and Reborn treat him yet it becomes obvious to you that their claims that he is desperate and pathetic are yet again the unfiltered truth. Indeed he is all of that, begging for any ounce of affection and attention from you as if he was a starved dog. Deep down he knows just how pitiful and pathetic he looks in comparison to others which is why he frequently attempts to show off and impress you. He performs his stunts for you, he cooks for you and he does everything you ask of him as if he were your personal slave, a thought that is perhaps something he really wishes he could be. He knows he can never be as charming as Reborn, as bold as Colonnello or as serene as Fon but in any attempt to still be something to you he offers his heart and body on a silver plate, even begging on his knees for you. You notice that his brashness and confidence are fleeting qualities that only appear when you actually give him admiration and love and disappear only to be replaced by desperation once more the moment another Arcobaleno snatches it all away from him and he is brushed off once more.

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💀​He will never forget that day where Colonnello and Reborn both demanded from him to visit your room later. He'll never forget how he walked in to you in sexy lingerie, handcuffed to the bed with both other men already touching and admiring your body. He'll never forget how he was forced to sit down on a chair, forced to watch as they took you in front of his own eyes all whilst he could do nothing but sit there. He remembers how painfully hard he was at one point, a clear bulge in his leather jeans and how he was just itching to at least touch himself only to be barked at by Colonnello that he wasn't allowed to do so. He shouldn't have gotten off to the sight of watching the person he was desperately obsessed with being reduced to a sweaty mess by the two people he was scared of yet judging by the way his cock was aching inside his pants, the precum already oozing out of his tip he really was just that pathetic of a man. He doesn't remember how long he sat there, his breath accelerated, his cock painfully stiff and his heart racing in his chest as your moans were ringing in his head. He only remembers that at one point he came in his pants without even having touched himself.

💀​He's paranoid about having one of his torturers walk in on him having sex with you from that day on, especially since it actually sometimes happens and he is always pushed aside as either Reborn or Colonnello merely reprimand him for doing it wrong, for not pleasing you right before showing him how it is done. There is always one point that you have to strongly agree with though and that is the fact that Skull seems to be utterly deprived of touches and affection whenever he manages to convince you to let him please you and you suspect that Reborn's and Colonnello's actions have only further edged him on. The first time he actually has you naked with him he is so ecstatic that he actually cums in his pants like an overexcited and immature teenager. He's extremely sensitive, highly reactive to any of your touches with especially his nipples, his necks and his pierced ear being places where your lips easily make him blush and squirmish. As bratty as he tends to be all in an act to make himself look manlier Skull is low-key a masochist who actually gets off of you degrading him and using a slightly more condescending tone whilst riding him all whilst he can only moan and let his eyes roll back.

💀​Whether it is due to his sheer depravation or due to his lack of experience, Skull is quite messy in the bedroom, his overzealous behavior either something that amuses you or that you low-key pity. He loves covering you in marks of his purple lipstick since it makes him feel like you belong to him and only him in that moment, his kisses a clumsy and desperate clash of lips, teeth and tongues. He often goes down on you, his tongue exploring your warm walls and you're not surprised when you discover that he has a tongue piercing as well, one that he hopes will make you feel even better when he eventually learns what he has to do in order to make you gush around his pink muscle. The first few times with Skull are arguably the most awkward yet adorable experiences that you had with any Arcobaleno. He's trying his best to figure out what he needs to do in order to please you, he accidentally has premature ejaculations whilst eating you out and the desperation is just oozing out of him. It gives you a feeling of control and dominance that you have never had with anyone else. You enjoy this feeling, use it against him and it sets the dynamic between the two of you forever.

💀​If he can please you by being the pathetic, somewhat bratty yet ultimately submissive man then Skull will do so and as shameful as it is for him the first time it happens, eventually he learns to love having you dominate him. He loves when you bounce on his dick, pinch his nipples or grab a handful of his purple hair roughly whilst cooing at him condescendingly, calling him a "good boy" or "your slutty man". Fuck, he should have just given in to his depravation sooner if he would have known that being treated like a slut by you feels that wonderful and he lets you and the whole house know that by being embarrassingly loud, moaning, cussing and whining with every breath that he takes all whilst he thrusts his hips upwards to welcome your warmth sinking back onto his sensitive shaft. He always comes first, still far more sensitive than you and always begs for permission to splash his cum on your body, to see his jizz dripping down your stomach and to feel like he belongs to you in that moment. He loves staining your body in his release and he loves it equally as much when his face is covered in your own, your pussy juice so delicious that he almost gets drunk off of it.

🔹​Lal Mirch is rougher around the edges, almost acting tsunderish when around you. She is someone who is very embarrassed about her romantic feelings for her darling and she hides those feelings by lashing out on you even if a small part of her knows that it is unjustified. With you that feeling of embarrassment is only enhanced because she is actually on the more lucid side and she knows just how depraved her feelings ultimately are as well as how depraved every other Arcobaleno's love for you is. Some simply accept that and don't care, others are delusional about it which leaves Lal Mirch quite alone in her struggles. She knows none of that is your fault as you are ultimately the victim here but a small part of her can't help but remain mad at you for a while. Perhaps that is why she is unnecessarily harsh around you, always points out when you do something wrong or tells you that you fail the high expectations that she had for you. Her words are quite hurtful to you, all the more after you were freshly abducted and are already more skittish and vulnerable than you would be normally. There is a spark of guilt when she notices the hurt in your eyes but she always stuffs it back down.

🔹​Give it time, give her time. Lal Mirch needs to embrace her emotions properly before she eventually starts coming around. Sure, she is still prone to unleash her hurtful tongue and spit out some mean words but she starts holding back and actually attempts to apologise which is huge. Colonnello is a major key factor as he helps her opening up, her outbursts of embarrassment when he is around not detering him in the slightest which makes him a quite good person to assist her as well as you to get closer to each other. Surrounded by more than just one Arcobaleno she doesn't trust, Lal Mirch is despite her harsher exterior very protective and even if she says some things she doesn't mean there are a lot of other members who trust her. She's not afraid to stand up for you and tell people like Verde or Viper off when she is around and notices how they creep you out. It obviously doesn't earn her sympathy from those same Arcobaleno but it is something the rest of the group knows to appreciate. If anyone should make you feel uncomfortable or uneasy she clarifies that she wants you to seek her out whenever she is present because she will protect you.

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🔹​Sometimes she really wishes that she could sew that dirty mouth of Colonnello up, especially once he walks up to her and proudly announces that he just got to know you on first base. The guy is already shameless enough as it is but especially around his rival or around Lal Mirch does he amplify that bold mouth of his. The redder Lal Mirch grows, the more filth flows from his lips until she's had enough and her fist makes acquaintance with his head. It takes her a long few moments to regain some semblance of composure, her hand still clenched into a fist and her whole face ablaze before she starts angrily ranting at him about how he should learn some manners and that it is inappropriate to talk about his experience like this. She's all too aware that he did it on purpose though to get such a bashful reaction out of her. It's not like she's unfamiliar with what other Arcobaleno have been doing with you but it is very different hearing it from the guy she also has a crush on. She's unable to go back to her old self after that discussion though, her mind sometimes replaying the words of Colonnello as she glances at you before a very inappropriate image flashes before her inner eyes.

🔹​Since darling is biologically female, Lal Mirch actually has a rare privilege of having seen you naked before, especially when you needed help dressing up or undressing. Whilst Fon may have been able to claim you first it is Lal Mirch who saw you naked even before him simply because you felt comfortable enough to ask her. She has never considered before that she technically had you all for her own eyes before but now she actually feels her cheeks heating up whilst thinking back about all the times she assisted you with clothes or even spent time in the little sauna or in the bathtub together with you when she needed to rant about the other Arcobaleno to you. Her eyes start lingering on your bust, your stomach, your rear and your thighs the next time both of you are completely nude and she almost, only almost, gets a nosebleed then and there yet luckily she is a stronger person than someone like Skull would be. The moment you mention it to her about it though she instantly denies it, hiding her face from you so that her blush won't give her away. God, this is so fucking embarrassing! Why is it that she has no control over herself when she is around you??

🔹​She shouldn't be flustered, she has seen you naked before yet the first time she finally has you to herself she can't help the way her heart pounds wildly in her chest. It has taken her a good amount of vulnerability to admit to you that she desires you in a more carnal way and she actually places high expectations on herself for your first time with her. After all you have had more than enough experience with a couple of other Arcobaleno at this point and even though she has always deemed herself about silly competitions of who fucks you best right now she actually feels a bit of that pressure getting the better of her. She wants to make this special. She wants to make you feel good. Your first time with her consists of her being the major giver throughout the entire time, figuring out where to touch you and what to do in order to have you writhing beneath her. She hates to admit it but Colonnello's retelling of his first time with you is actually useful as she recalls certain things he told her which help her to coax the orgasms out of your body. When it's your turn to be between her legs she does her best to not be too loud, her thighs clamping around your head as she does her best to muffle her moans.

🔹​She is shocked but not really surprised on second thought that Colonnello proposes a threesome soon after he found out that she's fucked you as well. She already knows that Reborn and him often compete over you sexually which is why she initially hesitates as she doesn't want to be dragged into that stupid competiton only for him to tell her that it's going to be very different between him and her. Colonnello is a man who is quite persistent when he wants something and eventually he convinces her. Now, Lal Mirch has been doing things with you in quite a tame and vanilla way which is why it is quite a different experience for her to share you with Colonnello who is into ropes, sensory deprivation, spanking and much more. A part of her feels slightly uncomfortable, another part of her feels aroused when she sees how Colonnello does things with you. Sometimes he gets too passionate though and accidentally hurts you which always leads to Lal Mirch snapping at him and warning him to be more careful or else she will punish him. She always regrets those words the moment she spots that suggestive grin on Colonnello's face, more than eager to challenge her.

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Spoilers for 4.05

“How are you so calm?” - Daphne Campbell

“This is sort of isn’t the first time I’ve been through something like this.” - Hughie

Such an underrated trait of Hughie is how adaptable he in practically any situation even when his mental capacity is at its limits. And without him serving as the anchor and canary at the farm, we see an Annie and Butcher in their most depraved actions yet, Annie punching Vicky and Butcher chopping off Sameer’s leg. Love that!

We already know Hughie is capable of killing his enemies, but we now know he can put down a loved one if he needs to.

*darts eyes nervously at Butcher*

Ooof!

Annie really does love clinging to her self-righteousness, despite no longer being America’s sweetheart, a title that was both created for her and something she has built upon her entire life. And she’s lost without it. Her animosity towards Butcher and Victoria is fascinating. From her perspective, I wonder if she’s envious of how they both seem to oscillate between using violence without remorse and keeping their shit together? Loved Neuman’s chat with her. Reminds me of Butcher’s chat with Stan Edgar in S2:

“I can't lash out like some raging, entitled maniac. That's a white man's luxury.”

Also, Victoria Neuman for President. She really is that girl. I still don’t understand why they’re dead set on killing her and the reason to prioritize her over homelander is so fucking weak. Everything she does is with purpose and she’s willing to listen to reason and work with her enemies even though she has every right to kill the boys, but she doesn’t cause she truly loves Hu—*gets gagged*