#I guess I could be content with ripping open my thighs and praying no one will notice.

[alex-just-vibing]

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[kiridarling]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

eijirou kirishima | f!reader, DARK CONTENT, drugging, noncon, but also the reader isn't not into it bc like...i have my limits okay, talk of vomit for a sec (no actual vomit), degradation, bondage, size kink, hair pulling, ripping clothes, slut-calling once or twice. minors dni!

— 3k words

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart? Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

"See somethin' you like, Sweetheart?"

"U-Um," you flush a deeper red than the stranger's hair and pray he can't see it under neon red lights. Either way, you've been caught red-handed, and recoil. "Sorry."

The stranger's crimson eyes soften before relaxing into a kind smile, and he lifts a dismissive hand. "I was just messing with you! That's on me."

He lifts a hand to scratch the back of his head and the smile grows wider, displaying the rows of predatory sharp teeth that shouldn't look as gentle as they do. You relax in the seat to his right, immediately turning to the bartender to order a funny named a drink. The redhead raises an eyebrow, leaning his arm on the counter.

"A Stranger Danger?" He nearly deadpans.

"Club Special," you shrug. You've never been particularly great at holding your alcohol, but this drink provides just enough punch for a buzz, aka what you need to get through the night. The bartender slides over a tall, rose-dyed wine glass without another word.

"Eijirou Kirishima," the stranger says with his sharp teeth, offering a large hand to shake. He looks comical next to you, all hunched over the neon bar while you sit up straight for your head to reach his shoulder, and as you take the handshake, can't help but notice how his palm eats yours like it's nothing.

"Y/N," you smile. His hand lingers before it pulls away, and he tells the bartender he'll have what you're having.

"So," Eijirou starts once his order has been placed. "You come here often?" You snort at the cheesy line, and the way Eijirou smirks implies he knows just how cliché it is.

"Sometimes," you shrug vaguely. The club's fairly new, so it's not as if you can say you've been going here for years. You lift the drink to your lips, the sugar-crusted rim tickling the corners of your mouth. "You?"

He shrugs, "When I want to get out."

You nod at that and offer him your glass with a raised eyebrow. Eijirou shakes his head, lifting a glass of his own. Your nose scrunches.

"Beer?"

He takes a sip before answering, lips white from the foam before his tongue licks them over, "Stella Artois. Want some?"

Your eyes shift between your dainty glass and his not-so-dainty one before you snort, "I'll pass."

Eijirou shrugs, reclining back in his seat and beer in hand, "Suit yourself."

You pat your back pocket for your phone, but when you realize there's a loss of weight on one side, you pat your right buttcheek to realize you left your wallet in the car. Fuck.

"Uh, hey," you say, knocking the redhead on the shoulder. You figure he's trustworthy enough, and the bartender always keeps an eye out for you anyway. "I'll be right back—left my wallet in the car."

Eijirou nods at that as you push away from the counter practically shaking your head at how distracted you can be sometimes. Seriously, your wallet?

At least the bartender didn't ask for your ID. Yikes.

You slam the car door shut with a huff, wallet finally in hand as you trudge back to the bar. When you return, Eijirou's got the beer lifted to his lips and greets you with a small wave as you sit down.

"Long time no see."

You giggle while grabbing your glass by the neck. As the club starts to fill out, you begin to shrink into your shell—throwing the entire drink down the hatch fixes you right up, though.

"Oh wow okay, looks like we're just going for the whole thing, then," Eijirou chuckles as he takes a much more civilized sip of his. You smack your lips with a satisfied aah.

"Gotta get the buzz going somehow," you wink, before getting comfortable in your seat. Alcohol warms your veins already, prompting your body to start pulse in time with the bass of the music. Eijirou smiles, watching you.

"You like this song?" he asks softly, before adjusting so you're both sat the same way—elbows and backs against the counter, facing the club and all its chaos. You shrug.

"I guess. I've never heard it 'till now."

He tosses his head back onto his muscled shoulders in a chuckle, and you watch the entire act in slow motion. The glint of his teeth in the neon lights, how his chest balloons and quivers under the weight of a bellow. You find yourself staring much harder than you intend to, but he doesn't seem to notice, eyes locked on the dance floor.

"Touché, touché," he says upon recovery. The alcohol in your veins turns to syrup and time starts to blur more than you're used to it being, body so light and weightless you have to pat the chair to make sure you aren't floating. That usually doesn't happen.

"You okay?" Eijirou frowns when you falter. You pull a smile and nod.

"Mhm," you say, though silently panicking when you feel like you're falling out of your seat. You grip the countertop just in case. "Mhm, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow, "You sure?"

"Yeah," you nod, before clearing your throat. Your body flashes hot then cold, and you wonder if you shouldn't have taken that drink down like you did. "I'm um—I'm going to go to the bathroom, one sec."

You're unsure if Eijirou says something as you leave because you pour all your energy into stumbling across the obnoxiously loud club, filled with too much bass and pandemonium for your liking. You're suddenly overwhelmed by everything and your esophagus goes numb at the thought of vomiting, but you make it to the singles bathroom just in time to shut the door and control your goddamn stomach.

With a sigh, you rest your head against the cool sink. The incessant buzz of the overhead lights is much, much better.

You take a deep breath and flick on the sink. Ensuring it's as freezing as it can possibly go, you launch some into your face. You don't even consider ruining the amount of work that went into your outfit today, because ultimately you aren't sober enough to give a shit, blinking back at your reflection to find it fairly blurry. You nearly stumble and fall, but your vice grip on the counter keeps you alive.

"You okay?"

The second you step back into the noisy club, Eijirou's there—with his sweet sharp-toothed smile, he's posted next to the bathroom door and you find yourself grappling his jacket for stability.

"Whoa��Careful now," He chuckles at your sloppiness with a lifted eyebrow. You blink once, twice—the spots floating in your line of vision don't disappear. His hands snake around your waist to keep you from falling and eating shit, and you dig your forehead into his muscled chest.

"Gotta—I gotta go home."

"Okay," Eijirou soothes softly upon realizing how utterly shit-faced you are. "How'd you get here?"

"Walked," you groan and nearly cry, looking up at him with a pout. Eijirou coos.

"Well, no offense but I don't think you're good to walk on your own, Sweetheart."

His voice is heady with something you can't quite recognize, but it's comfortable, and you melt into his chest with a weak nod.

"Mhm."

"Can I help you home?" He offers with a kind smile. You nod, fists gripping his shirt in tufts.

"Yes please."

"Oop—careful."

"I am al—hic—always so fu—fucking careful," you slur. Your body has gone so numb that Eijirou gave up and resorted to carrying you bridal style the rest of the way instead. But he has to set you down so you can stuff your keys in the door, but you can't even do that right.

"Need me to do it?"

"No!" You puff your cheeks, trying twice more before you successfully get it in the keyhole. "'Mma strong independent woman who don' nee' no mahn."

Eijirou chuckles, and using his big shoulder, opens the door to chauffeur you inside. Neither of you get very far, maybe halfway to your room, before your legs give out and the only thing that saves you is the hand on your waist.

"Down this hall?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nod so profusely it gives you a temporary headache.

You blink and you're in your bedroom, your front hitting the sheets with a soft thump. Huh. Maybe he carried you the rest of the way. With a face full of pillows, you groan at the new and improved position as you feel the bed dip behind you, and Eijirou grab both of your wrists.

"You're so cute, you know that?"

Something soft and silk ties your fists behind your back. You recognize the material as the belt from your robe, tossed carelessly on your bed during the chaos that ensues every time you get ready for the club. It's not until you try to pull your hands apart that you realize they're tied tight.

"Pulling is only going to make it tighter," Eijirou says with an absentminded sigh, like he's done this before, and trepidation spikes in your chest once he raises your hipbone and slides a pillow underneath to angle them, the only way you could break free—especially with the new grip on your hips.

"Ei—" you try to squirm, legs kicking blindly into the space behind you, but once he seizes your thighs he's sitting on your calves to keep you in place. There's the undeniable sound of cloth ripping and your behind is suddenly met with cool air, prompting a shiver or two.

"Eijirou, what are yo—"

You're interrupted by a stinging slap to your ass and a growl. "Don't tell me I gotta gag your pretty mouth too, Sweetheart."

His voice is low and sharp with a threat, his grip tightening around your thighs.

"You're soaked already? Fuck...and I bet you taste so sweet too..." he bites back a groan in thought, sliding a finger down your slit.

He clicks his tongue but it's damn near mocking. You gasp as he fills you with two large fingers instead of one, body tensing as the alcohol-induced numbness fades in favor of amplified arousal. Eijirou chuckles at your reaction.

"Taking it so well already," he purrs, hand caressing the crest of your ass. In your defense, there isn't much you can do but take it. Ah-ah, Sweetheart—Speak up for me."

"O-Ow," you hiss when your head is wrenched. upwards via your hair to expose your broken moan. Eijirou's grip only tightens after you complain, and you can feel his hot breath ghost the base of your neck. His thumb finds your clit and doesn't move, it just sits there as heavy weight—and it's just as frustrating as it is teasing.

"Ei," you rasp into the pillow, voice hoarse and thick. "I nee—fuck, more—"

"More?" He chuckles derisively, shaking his head with a tut. "Two fingers and you want more? Fuckin' slut."

Each word is loaded with something pitifully mocking and if you were in any other position you would've curled a lip and spat back. But that's a little hard with your face in the pillow and Eijirou's weight above you, isn't it? You shake your head against his fist until he lets go in favor of crackling a solid hand against your ass.

"Oh, you like that, don't you Sweetheart?" He grunts and his fingers increase in speed, the lewd squelch bounces off the walls of the bedroom and echoes in your head in the most insulting way. "My fingers fill you up that good?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" you choke around drool that gathers in the corners of your mouth and shake under his palm. "Fuck me Ei, I nee—"

The quick spank cracked against your ass shakes you from your thought process. "Dirty fucking girl—you really so desperate to let a guy you just met fuck you like this? So goddamn easy."

But he's removing his fingers regardless, stuffing them between your swollen lips as he assumes the space behind you. You hear the quiet fumble of his belt and the run of his zipper, before you feel his hot cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

Eijirou pushes in with a groan, his free hand finding your hips to keep them in place. Your legs thrash as he fills you up with a pleasurable burn, and by the time he bottoms out, you're positive he's filling you up all the way to your lungs.

"Fucking hell," he heaves above you, and the fingers in your mouth disappear to grasp the sheets. You shake along with him, back straightening in a poor attempt to alleviate the burn—and he barely gives you a second to breathe before he's pulling out and slamming back in.

"Fuck!"

You jump each time the head of his cock rams against your cervix, feet scrambling in a poor attempt to escape. Eijirou growls and puts all of his weight in his hips to ensure you'll stay still, a big hand smushing your face into the sheets.

"Sing for me, Sweetheart—I wanna hear ya."

Your voice cracks as Eijirou speeds up, simply using you for his own pleasure—but maybe that's what excites you the most.

"Ei—"

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart?" He spits, and you can feel the sweat dripping from his shoulders onto your exposed back. "Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

You whimper uselessly and nod, but Eijirou growls, yanking your head up for a proper answer.

"I said, don't you?"

"Fuck I—" he hikes your hips even higher for a better angle and gets one, the head of his cock forcing a scream out of your lungs as you yelp, "I do!"

"'Course you do," he chuckles, and drops your head back onto the pillow, "'Course you fuckin' do—"

"Ei-Eiji—" you gasp like you've been underwater forever. "I can't, I nee—"

"Dumb little baby can't even speak," he coos, before his hand finds the sides of your neck and squeezes. "What? Whadd'ya need, Sweetheart?"

And honestly, you're not completely sure what you need, you just know you're chasing after *something—*and Eijirou's got you sprinting after it while you melt into the sheets into a hot, gooey mess. You think the split ends of EIjirou's hair ticking the back of your arms, but you aren't sure. The only thing you are sure of is the burn between your legs and the feeling of being very, very close.

"'Mma cum!" You squeal, the vein in the side of your neck bulging. Eijirou grunts and slides a calloused hand under your stomach to play with your clit, hissing as you squeeze around him.

"Awe, the little slut's gonna cream all over my cock?" He coos, and you're positive his hips speed up just a bit. The grip on your neck slides to the hands tied behind your back for leverage. "Yeah she fuckin' is—I can see your eyes rolling back already."

And he's right, because the weight of your orgasm knocks the wind out of your lungs and your lips round to form and 'o'. You couldn't say if you screamed or not, as the ringing in your ears peaks with your orgasm. The only reason you know Eijirou finishes is because his hips stutter to a stop while you lay face down in the pillow, heart thrumming against your ribcage.

"Hey, you okay?" Eijirou nearly scrambles to get your back on your chest. You know this type of thing gets him nervous, but he does it oh so well, and there isn't much you can do but smile at the ceiling lazily.

"You just railed me into the sheets and you're asking if I'm fine?" You snort at your boyfriend's frazzled appearance—and the afterglow doesn't help, his chili red hair sticking in every other direction except the one it's supposed to.

"Yeah," Eijirou doesn't even hesitate and then gives you a quick peck on the lips. His voice edges on a petulant whine as he says, "I was rough, Sweetheart."

"Because I asked you to be," you quirk an eyebrow and finally, the redhead stumbles to your joint bathroom butt naked. "And don't forget to wet the towel this time!

A little shuffling in the bathroom, and then:

"That was one time!"

"And my vag will never recover!" You holler back. Eijirou just snorts before the white noise of a running sink takes possession of the conversation, and you scoot to the section of your shared bed that isn't soiled with a sigh.

You roll onto your side and come face to face with a framed selfie of you and Eijirou on your first date. Next to that one is first anniversary, second anniversary, third...

Now you're edging on the fifth, comfortable enough where he's walking around with his soft dick out and you've given up in swatting at his hands every time they grab for your tits. You two are comfortable—this is comfortable.

Eyeing the bathroom door, you still hear running water. Sneakily, you reach for the drawer where Eijirou keeps the the ring he doesn't know you know he hides. But frankly, you're the only one who cleans this goddamn house, so it wasn't like you weren't going to find it. You open the red velvet box to blink down at a diamond ring, thumb caressing gem. It glimmers even when the lights are low, and you can't help but be jealous of it—which is silly. You know it'll be yours anyway. The ring is always smoother than you expect it to be, but that thought doesn't last long, because you quickly toss it back into Eijirou's drawer and assume a less suspicious position upon hearing the sink turn off.

"What?" he asks with a small grin as he walks in with a wet towel in hand. "You're giving me that weird look again."

You snort, rolling your eyes before adjusting so you face the ceiling again. Spreading your legs, you demand, "'S nothing. Now clean me up, big boy."

Eijirou huffs at that but he assumes the space between your legs with a light blush. You smile.

He'll do it. When he grows the balls.

[weareallstoriesintheend]

Deity - (Reader x Sub!Sackler)

Summary: Adam comes home from an audition in a raging mood and you know exactly how to calm him down. Sometimes a little bit of worship is all that is needed...

Based on the song Deity by Valeree

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F receiving), Fdom, Sub!Sackler

Words:  2,624

He slammed the door behind him with a classic elongated groan; you peeked over the top of the book you were reading as he threw his keys down on the side table and stomped around your apartment. You watched silently from the armchair as he trudged to the kitchen, kicking and throwing his clothes off him as he went. Adam was akin to a child in the way that ridding himself of his clothes helped rid him of his anger. He would always rip his shirt off over his head whenever he got even remotely frustrated, it was a quirk that you always quietly enjoyed. In fact you’d probably picked a fight or two in the past just to see him do it. You watched as he slammed the tap on to pour himself a glass of water before chugging it down in a terrifyingly small amount of gulps and slamming the glass down on the side. “Rough day?” you posed casually turning back to the page you were reading. “These fucking casting directors are a JOKE!” he shouted and began pacing once more shaking his clenched fists into the air. You bit back a giggle at his ridiculous motions. “I’m guessing the audition didn’t go well then?” you realised, as he turned to you, that this wasn’t usual Adam frustration; the over active emotions he usually displayed were gone, this was genuine hurt. So you chucked your book down on the coffee table and leant your elbows on your knees to show him you were listening. He flung himself round and dropped into the coach opposite you. He rubbed the flats of his palms into his eyes and grunted “I don’t know why I bother; every audition I do lately is just full of pretentious dicks who think being fucking pretty is what’s going to get them the job… and then it fuuuucking WORKS!” “But you are pretty baby” you teased slightly; he looked at you pouting, his lusciously full bottom lip jutting out. He whined and tilted his head back balling his fists up in his lap “That’s not the point!”

Honey, you look lost And I've never really been religious But I heard finding a God Just might help when someone's starting to feel helpless

“I know my love, sorry. Listen…” you waited until he looked back at you before continuing “You work so hard and I hate to see you losing hope. You’re passionate and talented and that’s what’s going to get you these jobs. But you have to fight for that! And keepfighting!” He was still pouting but he nodded silently, his eyebrows were pulled down over his sweet doe eyes. You smiled at him as something changed in his expression, a familiar twinkle glinted in his eye as he ran his gaze over your seated position. It was like he’d just realised what you were wearing, simply underwear and one of his old t-shirts that you practically drowned in as it ended at the tops of your thighs “What do you need darling? Tell me.” You asked.

I don't know much 'bout Buddhists, Jews, or Christians But I got something I think you could worship

Adam dropped to his knees and crawled the short distance between you until he was seated, leant back on his heels, at your feet. He was silent, staring at you with those pretty pleading eyes “You have to use your words Sackler.” you prompted. He practically wiggled in place as he hands came up to run along your bare thighs. You slapped his hands away and sat forward so you were close to his face, breath ghosting over him. He whined in protest but closed his eyes “Your words my love. You have to use them.” you stated, voice seductively lower. “You,” he whispered “I want you.” You smiled back at him, “I’m right here honey, what do you need?” He huffed a sigh and licked his bottom lip “I want to taste you… please. I want to worship you, take my mind off this fucking stupid day.” Those sweet doe eyes were back and you leant back with your elbows on the armrests of the chair for a moment pretending to be deep in thought. You took in the image of Adam, resting back on his heels in just his light grey underwear. His wide pale chest was heaving a little faster now; his long muscled arms were resting against his body, palms flat against his thighs. “Oh look at you sweetheart, so pretty for me” you chuckled. He nodded and inched a little closer “Please. I need something good in my day. You are my something good.”

You heart ached in your chest at his soft pleas. “Show me” you stated, he immediately widened his knees slightly and dropped his head. You followed his gaze to the growing bulge in his boxers “Oh” you gasped, you couldn’t help but lean forward as you spoke and capture his chin in your hand. Your other hand leant forward to touch his hardening cock, you touched him just so your fingers were barely grazing him and he bucked slightly. Bringing his face up to look at you you placed a soft kiss to his lips. He whined almost silently under his breath and pitched forward trying to keep your lips on his “Fuuuuck come on kid, I need this” he begged under his breath. You chuckled darkly at his sweet demeanor faltering slightly back into his usual cadence “Okay…” you stated, widening your legs and planting your feet either side of his thighs. “Be a good boy for me”

I’ll be your deity, fall to your knees Oh, honey, pray to me between the sheets

He dove forward and hooked his fingers into your underwear and ripped them harshly down your legs. You closed your knees together slightly and tsk’d at him “ah, ah, ah… slowly sweet boy” He nodded apologetically and began placing indulgent kisses up your thigh. The muscles twitched underneath his full lips and you sighed, leaning your head against the back of the chair “That’s it, I want to feel how badly you want this” His hands tentatively wrapped around your ankles, clearly unsure if he was allowed to touch you. You considered kicking him away but you looked down and his eyes caught yours. He licked a hot wet stripe up your inner right thigh and you could see the smirk twitching at his lips as you gasped despite yourself.

Get down and start to confess Come into the church between my legs Baby, and I’ll set you free

You abruptly sat up and grabbed his jaw in your hand squeezing tightly, he groaned at the feeling and you brought him up to your eye line “I see that smirk, here I thought you were being a good boy” “I am.” he smiled “No I don’t think you are, you come in here stomping around my apartment like a fucking child, like you own the place, and now you think you can act all cocky to me?” His expression suddenly changed again, his eyebrows quirked a little and he squirmed in your grasp “I’m sorry” he whispered, stuttering slightly as he spoke. “What was that?” you asked, squeezing his jaw tighter. He winced “I’m sorry!” “Look at you, pathetic. All pouty and whiny for me. But look…” you lowered your eyes to his hard cock evident between his powerful thighs, a small wet patch was darkening where his pre-cum had soaked through the light material “… You can’t control yourself can you? Sweet little boy is all needy from the mere thought of tasting my cunt” He nodded frantically and you let go of his jaw “I-I’m sorry. Please” he whispered again, fingers twitching in his lap. You aww’d at him, he looked so innocent when he begged. “Do you want to be good Adam?” you questioned, already knowing the answer but wanting the admission to come from his lips only. “Yes! Please I want to make you feel good. Let me earn you.” he cried out; big, wide eyes looked up at you as you nodded allowing him to continue.

Oh, I don't believe in a vengeful God No, I don't believe in punishing the sinner Unless punishment's the kind of love you want

He kissed quick, soft pecks up both of your thighs and you savoured the feeling of his timid grasp on your ankles. You invited him closer by parting your legs a little more, unable to take your eyes of his ministrations. Having him like this thrilled you; the thought of this large, beautiful man who usually pinned you down and made you beg for his cock now on his knees pleading for just a taste of you made you soaked beyond belief.

His lips glided closer to your cunt along your goosebumped skin, your clit was throbbing harder as you tried to keep your composed control. He was taking his time, cherishing the soft skin between your legs but you needed him. You snaked your hand into his hair and tugged up, he cried out in your grasp before moaning into the folds of your cunt. You sighed, releasing him and leaning back once more. You closed your eyes and took in the feeling of his soft tongue gliding over you “Yes, that’s it. Fuck, that feels good” you hummed almost to yourself. He moaned into you and the vibrations made you shudder, he wrapped his lips around your clit and began sucking. He knew just how much you loved the sensation of his skilled mouth around your clit, the amount of times you’d begged for it he knew exactly what you needed in this moment. You looked down and took in the contentment on his face, eyes closed in what could only be described as absolute bliss as he busied himself in your dripping cunt. “You’re doing so good for me baby” You whispered, stroking his hair from his face. You looked down and saw him palming his cock with one hand, wriggling in his kneeling position. You flicked your foot to tap his arm “Did I tell you you could do that?” Without lifting his mouth from you he shook his head and didn’t even opening his eyes, you held back the moan that threatened to ripple through you “Then stop” you ordered. He whined and looked up at you with those beautiful eyes, you almost caved to his neediness but then you got an idea.

I don't know much 'bout Orthodox traditions But I got something I think you should worship

“I’ll make you a deal, make me cum and I’ll think about letting you do the same” you smiled, his eyes lit up and suddenly he was devouring you. Gripping your legs once again he moaned and grunted into you. Shockwaves of pleasure were crackling over your skin and it was your turn to cry out, plunging your hands into his messy hair you clutched him to you. Your tight hole was clenching around nothing as you dripped onto the chair below you. “Yes, just like that. Good boy, keep doing that” you rambled as you were lost in the feeling of his hot mouth on you. Your stomach was tightening and your thighs clamped around his head unable to stop your hips from bucking into his face. He knew you so well, he knew every sound and move you made as you got closer and closer to cumming. Suddenly his hands leave your legs and tuck up under you, lifting you off the seat closer to him. You wanted to stop him, scold him for doing something without permission but the quivering in your thighs and the choking moans you were letting out meant you could barely speak. You gripped his arms to steady yourself, balanced precariously on his large palms. “Make me cum! Yes, fuck, make me cum!” you chanted and one with one hard suck directly on your clit you felt yourself tumbling into white-hot pleasure. Uninhibited cries leave you as you dig your fingernails deep into his arms, your muscles stiff and burning hot as you convulse against him. He rests you down into the chair once more, placing gentle kisses to your trembling thighs once more as you pant and whimper. “You did so well for me.” you whisper as you meet his expectant gaze. You can see his palms tapping his thighs, you hadn’t realised he had managed to free himself from his boxers. His thick, aching cock was now twitching below you and you laughed. “Okay” that was all you needed to say before his hand was stroking it. He hissed at the sensation, leaning his head back.

You leant forward and stroked his pale shoulders where they were tinged with a blush of red, they glistened with sweat from his effort “You did so good Adam” you cooed at him “You’re so sweet to me” He whined and looked back at you, his bottom lip was sucked in between his teeth and his eyebrows were pulled down in desperation. His hand picked up speed between you “You did exactly as I asked didn’t you?” He nodded frantically, panting at the speed he was stroking. “And you did so good in that audition today, I know you did. My talented boy, you deserve the world you know that?” you whispered, stroking his sweat soaked hair back out of his face. You ran your fingertips down his face, tracing light teasing patterns over all the angles you loved, his cheeks were flushed an exquisite pink. You ran the tip of your finger down his beautiful, aquiline nose that you absolutely adored and he moaned, his eyes brimming like he could cry. His hand picked up speed once again and his hips were rutting up into his grasp. You wiped sweat from his temple and kissed his forehead, leaning forward so you could whisper in his ear “Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how good it feels to worship at my feet” “S-so good” he stuttered “So fucking good!”

Baby, praise me. Make me your deity and I'll set you free

“That’s it Adam, cum for me. You deserve it.” He tilted forward, placing his forehead on your shoulder with a groan. You placed kisses to every inch of skin you could reach up and down his neck, sucking gently on his earlobe “Cum for me.” He explodes with a deep groan, thick ropes of cum splashing up onto his stomach and over his hand. He huffs and grunts, rutting up into his hands in stuttered thrusts. He sways slightly as his breathing slows and you reach out to grab his shoulders and steady him.

Once you had caught your breath you stood. You made your way to the kitchen bare feet padding quietly on the cold floor, knees wobbling beneath you, to get a towel. Walking back to him you saw him watching your every move with a dazed smile on his face, his eyelids were drooped and sweat droplets dripped deliciously down the centre of his chest. You dropped the towel into his outstretched hands and chuckled as he wiped his cum agitatedly from his hands and stomach with a slight grimace. Bending down you knelt down on the floor in front of him, taking his face in both your hands and kissing him. You stroked your tongue into his mouth, delighting in the taste of your juices on his lips. “Such a good boy for me” you teased quietly. “Fuck off kid” he laughed, blushing a deeper shade pink. He leant his forehead against yours and sighed “Thank you”.

[lewdbabies]

~My pet~

warning:/ Nsfw, 18+ MDNI, degradation, Choking, raw sex, rough sex, gore, explicit language and content

sukunax reader smut

part 2 is posted on my page enjoy 😉

The sun relentlessly beats down on your exposed flesh above the water, A thick blanket of fog covers the surrounding area making it nearly impossible to see in the distance. You close your eyes sinking deeper into the hot spring allowing it to swallow you all the way up to your neck. Day time baths weren’t a regular reoccurrence of yours, you preferred bathing under the stars under the protection of the night sky. Just The thought of someone catching you NAKED made your face red hot. You were alittle insecure about your body growing up in a village where beauty was The foundation for your future added a lot of pressure onto your self esteem. It was drilled into each and every young woman if their body was not perfection they’d live a sad life with an awful husband. You never let others see how much this bothered you, you held your head up and radiated confidence even if it isn’t how you truly felt.

“-crack-“

A branch. Your head snaps at the sound your arms impulsively reaching for your exposed chest.

“What do we have here” a monstrous voice hisses behind the fog.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, you scramble out of the water grabbing your satin robe from the ground.

“Who are you?!” You stumble backwards deeper into the lush wooded area. Your feet scream in pain with each step.

“No need for introductions, I am here merely for a day time snack” the voice is closer now. You can make out a towering silhouette it’s frame oozing with demonic cursed energy. You spin on your heels ignoring the stabbing pains shooting through you. You run aimlessly desperate for any chance of escape, The curse chases after you with murderous intent destroying all life that stands in its path.

Growing weaker you take refuge behind the nearest tree pulling your knees to your chest and desperately covering your mouth.

“It isn’t polite to play with your food come on out ,my sweet” you here a strained gagging before a foreign red liquid burst from behind striking the tree opposite of you. The tree began to melt and decay instantly turning into a bubbling rotten liquid spilling into the surrounding plant life.

‘If that touches me...I’m dead’ You think to yourself thinking of the best possible plan for survival.

You could stay hidden in hopes he will give up and leave or you could make a run for the temple. As far back as you can remember the elders have always reminded you to never enter the temple. The temple is a forbidden place but no one ever talked about why that is. You’d always wondered what resided in that temple ,you guessed it had to be some sort of demonic entity. Logically speaking big fish eats little fish and if you could lure the curse there you might be able to escape while it is distracted by they mystery monster. It was settled, the plan was reckless stupid even but it was your only option.

You dash forward zigzagging through the trees, you could see the temple right ahead of you so close yet so far.

You begin to yell so loud it feels like your throat is being ripped apart.

“HELP IS ANYONE HERE PLEASE HELP ME PLEAS-“ Burning. Deep excruciating Heat seeps into the entire left side of your body. You’ve been hit. The red liquid bubbles up chewing away at the fabric covering your skin and burrowing itself into your now exposed flesh. You let out a blood curdling screech clawing at the bloody exposed wound.

“I am trying to rest!” A voice booms through the air. You fall to your knees locking eyes with the male figure you can barely make out.

You reach towards the figure whispering “Run” before falling unconscious.

~

Tap. Tap. Tap. ‘Is someone... pacing?’ You question internally. You’ve been Aware for a while now listening carefully and analyzing each and every sound. So far You’ve been able to make out voices, Female voices Talking amongst themselves gossiping about the ‘mystery woman’ as they changed the water near your bed side. This presence was different it was cold and silent, observing your every movement. Tap. They are coming closer. Tap. Your body tenses. Tap. A shiver runs down your spine. You clench the sheets beneath you praying.

“I can smell your fear...” a rough calloused finger trails your cheek sending a current through your core.

Your eyes dart underneath your closed eyelids tears brimming, you attempt to swallow the lump lodged in your throat.

“Speak.” He growls low and deep.

You’re conflicted, You’d have to face him sooner or later playing dead can only last for so long. If he wanted you dead you’d be dead by now.

You peek through your eyelashes, and become face to face with...A man?

With further inspection you notice the strange markings lining his porcelain skin.

His Ivory robe hangs slightly open giving a clear view of the Dark lines decorticating his entire torso. His eyes are locked on you staring menacingly through his strawberry locs. You gaze into his pools of honey drowning in them. Despite the fear deep in your chest blood rushes to your cheeks in an instant.

“Who are you” his breath tickles your face.

“I-uh my name is Y/N”

He inches closer exploring every inch of your face, you scrunch your nose in protest.

“Who are you” his voice grows darker sending chills through your body.

“I already told you who I am” you bite back.

“ Well let me rephrase my question...What...are you”

You take a moment and think to yourself ‘what am I? What kind of question is that’ you raise your brow a look of frustration washes over your face.

“I don’t understand what you mean” he squints at your response.

Your attention suddenly averts to your arm , the last thing you remember was clawing at your own melting flesh yet there was no pain at all. Your arm is completely bandaged but you were certain they weren’t necessary. Your arm felt...healed, how long had you been here? You begin to panic wondering how much time had gone by.

“No human could sustain such an injury and survive now I’m going to ask you once more what...are you” his voice is dripping with viciousness it flows through you sending heat between your thighs.

“I am y/n a poor village girl who sells art in the city, my father is a farmer, my mother is dead, I live in a small run down home surrounded by land that is near impossible to harvest, I am regretful to say but I am human.” He sighs raising his hand to your throat claws grazing your neck. A warm droplet of blood trickles down your throat you swallow back the lump forming.

“Do you know who I am?” You stare at him watching the chaotic energy grow around him consuming his entire form. It swirled violently in a tsunami of Darkness stronger than any cursed energy you’d seen before.

Curses plagued your village all the time it was apart of your everyday existence but this was on another level. Each year official’s would come and host a challenge for the villages most “gifted”. A test to figure out who was gifted with spiritual abilities that could help the disposal of curses. You always knew you were gifted you could see past the blanket of reality, but you were weak physically unable to protect yourself and others on the battlefield. You decided to stay home and live out your days in the village with your father after a few failed attempts at the test. During these exams you’d seen many terrifying creatures but him...He was the embodiment of destruction nothing you’d ever witnessed before.

“You’re a curse...” His laugh rumbles deep within his chest,You grow irritated.

“My pet...” he brushes your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb.

He leans down lips brushing your ear,his breath fanning your skin.

“Ryomen Sukuna” he whispers.

Your eyes widen as your body paralyzes with fear. The strongest Demon to ever walk the earth is standing inches from your face. He smirks at your reaction his tongue tracing his bottom lip in approval.

You always seemed to stumble into misfortune situations but this... this is otherworldly.

[kodzukenscorner]

Kuroo, Ushijima, and Sakusa during a blackout (NSFW)

anon asked: hi!! can you please do kuroo, ushijima, & sakusa during a blackout if u wanna add a little nsfw thats always nice too :))) 💕

a/n: omg 😭  the blackout request was one of the first ones i’ve ever done on here and finally we’re doing a part two!! thanks anon 💕

wc: 1,866

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Kuroo

Study dates were a norm for you and Kuroo

He may be a pain in your ass sometimes but that didn’t change the fact that he was also a nerd at heart

You were finding it to be very difficult to keep your focus on the work in front of you

Kuroo had already tried everything, he bought your favorite snacks, promised you could watch your favorite movie afterwards, anything to get you to focus

In the end he made do by saying you could get a quick kiss after you got a problem right and once you were completely done he would give you a proper kiss

That was enough to convince you because Kuroo’s kisses always had you melting into him

And it wasn’t everyday that he just offered them up without teasing you first

You were finally focusing on your work while Kuroo quietly explained some things to you when everything suddenly got dark

You both looked up in confusion and Kuroo went over to the window 

Some idiot had backed their car into a utility pole and knocked the power out for half the street

He groaned and sat down next to you looking over at your textbooks

“Let’s take a break, you can’t do your work in the dark”

“Can I still get my kiss?”

Your eyes adjusted enough to the dark to notice the sly smile spreading across his face 

“Well, you have been very good, so I guess you earned a kiss. Come here”

He patted his lap and you giddily straddled him

He took your chin between his fingers and brought your lips to meet his

Kissing Kuroo always started slow and languid then before you knew it, his tongue was sliding into your mouth while he sucked on your lower lip

He always had control and you happily let him do what he wanted 

You felt his hand move from your chin under your shirt to caress your sides

He pulled away when he felt you let out a content sigh

“You know, you didn’t get any problems wrong today. I think you deserve a reward”

He made quick work to undo the button on your jeans and slid them off of you

He didn’t bother taking off his own pants and just pulled them down enough to release his hard cock

He moved your underwear to the side and brought you down on his throbbing dick

He watched your face under the moonlight contort in pleasure as you sank down on him

His cock twitched as he saw the look of pure euphoria on your face when he finally bottomed out

“My smart kitten” He mumbled into the crook of your neck as he started to buck his hips upwards

Kuroo always liked setting a fast pace when you were riding him so he could see you bounce on him

And you loved it because he always managed to fuck you deeper than he normally did, hitting all the right spots, sending you into a dizzying frenzy

As your hands gripped onto his shoulders, trying to ground yourself while Kuroo crashed his hips into yours, you promised yourself you would study much more diligently

If this is how he was going to reward you for getting your homework right, you were going to be a straight A student from now on

Ushijima

You weren’t even together when your power went out

You were chatting on the phone together, even though you were the one who was doing most of the talking

But Ushijima has always been a good listener, and he actually pays attention to what you have to say

You were in the middle of a random story when suddenly all the lights in your room went out

You went silent on the line and Ushijima spoke up for the first time in a couple minutes asking if everything was alright

After looking around the rest of your home you told him the power had gone out

“Hmmm, my power is still on, maybe it’s just your area”

“Toshi, it’s kinda of creepy being here alone, could you come over?”

You could hear him hum as he paused for a minute

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes, don’t move around so you don’t get hurt”

You happily agreed and patiently awaited his arrival

You nearly jumped our of your skin when you heard his knock at the door but went to welcome him quickly and carefully

Once he stepped inside he took your hand, leading you back to the room so you wouldn’t trip on anything

He made himself comfortable on your bed, gesturing for you to join him

You excitedly laid next to him, resting your head on his chest

As much as you loved him, Ushijima wasn’t always the most outwardly affectionate person out there so you relished in this rare moment of intimacy

Your body loosened up under the soft touch of his hand grazing along your arm and he could feel it

You had been uneasy sitting alone in the dark and he felt guilty for not being here to comfort you sooner

He started placing soft kisses on the crown of your head and you purred in delight 

He was glad it was too dark to see anything or you would have caught a rare glimpse at one of his genuine smiles 

You had begun to drift off so you didn’t even notice when his hands started to travel farther down to caress your thighs 

It wasn’t until his hand made contact with your crotch did your eyes shoot open

Again, he isn’t the most affectionate person but when he gets in the mood you know he’s going to absolutely ravage you

You looked up at him and as your eyes adjusted to the dark you could see the lust in his

You gulped and he took that as the initiative to pin you under him and nearly rip your clothes off

You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips just at the idea of him being so eager to wreck you

Your mind was so clouded with lust you didn’t realize he had stripped you both of your clothes until you felt his hard cock teasing your entrance 

His lips attached themselves to the sensitive skin on your neck, leaving what you were sure were going to be very dark marks soon enough

“You know I love you right?” He mumbled lowly against your skin

“Yes - ah I know, please Toshi...” You arched your back, begging him to fuck you

He knew he didn’t have to say anything else and slid his cock into you with ease

No matter how many times you two have done this you never get used to his impressive size 

Usually he gives you a moment to collect yourself and get used to him but tonight he was hellbent on showing you how much he could ruin you

He started a merciless pace, it wasn’t fast but the way his hips rammed in yours had you seeing stars

His grip on your sides was surprisingly gentle while you clawed at his back trying to calm yourself 

The embarrassment you would normally feel at hearing the lewd sound of your skin slapping against each other and the squelching that echoed through the room was completely thrown out the window

All you cared about was the way his cock hit all the right spots every time

And the thick vein you could feel rubbing against your walls was enough to throw you over the edge

You prayed that the power never came back on

Sakusa

This was honestly one of the worst decisions you’ve ever made

You were just lounging around with Sakusa when you suggested watching a movie together

He nodded and let you make the selection and you opted for a horror movie

Usually you were fine with horror movies, you did get scared every now and again but no more than the next person

What you were not counting on was the storm brewing outside

You could see the sky beginning to darken and the distant sound of rumbling thunder

Sakusa seemed unbothered by it all and you wondered if he ever got scared

You quietly shifted closer to him as the winds outside got worse and the movie got more intense

A sudden gust of wind caused the windows to rattle and you jumped in surprise

At this point you were right next to Sakusa and he put a reassuring hand on your thigh before turning his attention back to the movie

He wasn’t able to focus long because another gust of wind knocked the power out and you clung to his arm as you were both shrouded in darkness

You heard Sakusa sigh as he brought his free hand to pet your head

“What’s wrong? You were the one who picked the movie”

“I didn’t think the power would go out! What if that creepy guy from the movie comes out of nowhere?”

He pulled your head against his chest and let you rest there for a minute

“Don’t think about things like that”

“I can’t help it Omi! It’s in my head now”

“Let me take your mind off of it then”

You opened your eyes that had been screwed shut and realized you still couldn’t see a thing

Not that it mattered because you soon felt Sakusa’s gentle hand guide your face so he could connect his lips to yours

For someone who wasn’t big on physical affection, Sakusa was one of the best kissers, slow and sensual and just the perfect amount of roughness

You pressed your body as close to his as you could possibly get

His hand slid down to your waist and you jumped at the light touch

“Relax. It’s just me” He whispered against your lips where he placed soft kisses

He pushed your back down against the couch and gently removed all your clothes and his own soon after

He made sure to leave kisses on every expanse of bare skin he uncovered

Suddenly all your worries and fears melted away under his soft lips, all you were focused on was him

He hovered over you, peppering your face with more sweet kisses

It wasn’t everyday he was this gentle and loving with you so you reveled in every moment and every touch

You squirmed under him when you felt him suck on your neck and you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh

“Kiyoomi” You whined quietly

“I know, I know. Be patient, love” 

He kissed your jawline and started slowly pushing his cock into you

Once you started letting out soft moans he quickly snapped his hips and fully sheathed himself inside of you

The sudden change of pace had your back arching up, urging him to keep going

He started a slow put forceful pace, his hungry gaze never leaving your eyes

Even in the darkness you could see the pure adoration he held in his eyes as his cock stretched you out in the most perfect way possible

“I love you Kiyoomi”

“I love you too scaredy cat”

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Three’s a Heated Crowd

Requested by Anon: Hello ☺️ can I request a oneshot (nsfw) with Seungcheol and Wonwoo? 

Seungcheol x Pup Hybrid!Female Reader x Wonwoo

Word Count: 2848

Contents: hybrid au, nipple and breast play, fingering, oral (female receiving), masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie kink, 

Note: This ended up having a puppy hybrid reader and being so long oh god.

You knew this was coming. You knew at some point it would but for some reason, instead of telling Wonwoo and Seungcheol, you kept it secret and hoped that it wouldn’t. And if you were unlucky, and it did, then maybe they would be so busy they wouldn't even notice.

You had no idea how you would even begin to explain your heat to them. There was the thought that since they adopted a hybrid maybe they had done their research. Wonwoo was very smart and he loved to read so maybe he already knew. But that idea just freaked you out even more. What if he knew? What if they made fun of you or worse. Would they kick you out over this? Could they hate you?

Your thoughts spiraled all afternoon and you eventually found yourself hiding under the covers of Seungcheol’s bed, whimpering. You could feel the heat starting to pool between your legs; your every shift under the sheets made you more sensitive and the scent of Seungcheol on the sheets was intoxicating. There was no way to fight it, but maybe you could just let it pass.

Your ears perked up and you whimpered as you heard the door open. You should have chosen a better hiding spot but you figured you still had time before they came down the hallway. You started to contemplate where to go but stopped when they started to call out your name. You curled your tail around you and tried to stay still.

You heard a chuckle at the doorway and footsteps approaching the bedside. You squeezed your eyes shut as the covers were pulled off of you.

“Are you playing, puppy?” Seungcheol chuckled. You whined and curled up smaller.

“Oh,” he said softly, sitting next to you. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, still hiding most of your face from him. You were terrified that he would figure it out but the way he smelled and how warm he was, it was making you dizzy. He ran his fingers along your ear and you let out whine that was nearing on moaning. He pulled his hand back quickly and you buried your face in the sheets, shaking.

“Aw,” you heard Wonwoo coo from the doorway. “You’re in heat, aren’t you.”

You peeked at him over the covers, you swore you would combust from embarrassment. If he really said those words then he knew exactly what it was. He gave you a reassuring smile as Seungcheol looked up at Wonwoo.

“Why do I feel like you’ve mentioned that term before?”

Wonwoo sighed as he sat down on your other side. “Because I sent you a link to read about it and I’m guessing you never did.”

You glanced at Seungcheol as he gave Wonwoo a sheepish grin. “Can’t you just tell me?”

You groaned and dropped your face against the sheets again. “Please don’t say it,” you whimpered. “It’s so embarrassing.”

You felt Wonwoo’s hand rubbing your back soothingly and you whined as the feeling sent a shiver down your spine. He chuckled before speaking softly to you.

“He needs to know pup, but I’ll keep it quick okay?”

“Fine,” you grumbled.

“Our little pup will go into heat from time to time,” he hummed, still rubbing your back. “Frequency is pretty individual but they’ll get a fever for a few days to a week, maybe longer. And they’ll get very sensitive… and…”

You looked up at him as he searched for the right word, praying he didn’t make you say it.

“... horny.” he finished.

You groaned. “You had to pick that word?”

“I mean it’s true,” he chuckled.

“That would explain why you were burning up when I touched you.” Seungcheol mused. “But then, what do we do about it?”

You and Wonwoo looked at each other, both blushing deeply before you hid your face again. This was a nightmare, an actual nightmare. But hey, maybe when Wonwoo answered the gravity of your embarrassment would cause a black hole to rip open right where you sat and you would cease to exist.

“Well… we could help… the way you would help anyone when they’re horny…”

Hey at least Wonwoo was somewhat awkward about this. It made you feel better.

Seungcheol let out a giggle. “Seriously?” When no one said anything you peeked up and realized he was looking at you. You gave him a nervous nod and he seemed to think it over for a minute.

“Okay, who’s help do you want?”

You looked between them, a little panicked and tried to process what he was saying. He was just okay with it? You weren’t going to question him but now you had another issue.

You pulled yourself up slowly to sit while you bit your lip. You had no clue what to do. You glanced at Wonwoo, thinking about how nice his hand felt on your back and wondered if he even wanted to help you. Seungcheol really offered so you should choose him right?

“Seungcheol? S-Since you offered…” you mumbled. He gave you a sweet smile and shifted closer to you while Wonwoo made to get up but before he go far you instinctively reached out and grabbed him, barely even thinking about it. You locked eyes and both blushed as you let go of him and mumbled an awkward apology.

Wonwoo gave you a slightly shy smile. “Do you want me to stay too, pup?”

Your heart was racing and your mind swimming with the idea of having both of them with you. It was a little overwhelming but the longer you sat with them the more your mind was clouded and the needier you felt. You nodded shyly and Seungcheol and Wonwoo looked at each other for a moment before deciding to go for it.

Wonwoo climbed back onto the bed behind you. He brought his hands to your shoulders and started to massage them slowly. Seungcheol scooched closer to you and rested his hands on your hips. You could feel your face heating up even more and he hummed your name. You peeked up at him and he smiled.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your skin.

“I-I know,” you stuttered.

“And judging from your fever you need this.” Wonwoo added. Seungcheol brought one hand from your waist up to cup your cheek gently before he leaned in to kiss you. You melted into the kiss right away, letting out a whine. Your kisses very quickly got desperate. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he deepened the kiss as you pulled him closer. 

You felt Wonwoo press closer behind you, his hands running lightly up and down your sides and making you shiver. Seungcheol kept a hand on your face while letting the other work into your hair. You felt him grin into the kiss as he grazed by your ear and you sighed.

“I remember reading something about sensitive ears,” Wonwoo murmured sweetly. Seungcheol hummed against your lips before scratching at the base of your ear. You let out a whine into his kiss and whimpered as he started to rub his hand along it.

“Does that feel good, pup?” Wonwoo hummed affectionately, toying with the hem of your shirt. You whined out an affirmation as he slowly started to lift your shirt. You knew you were blushing more deeply again but you let him pull your shirt over your head.

Seungcheol didn’t give you any time to cover up before he started to leave soft kisses across your chest. You felt Wonwoo’s fingers trail up your sides and your breathing hitched as he slowly cupped your breasts. You arched into his touch as he gently kneading the soft flesh over the thin fabric of your bralette. Seungcheol started to suck at the base of your neck. You shivered at the way his lips felt, sucking a purple bruise into your skin while Wonwoo slowly rolled your nipples between his fingers. You relaxed back against him, shivering. Seungcheol’s fingers started to trail lightly along your inner thigh and you whined loudly. He pulled away and gave you a curious look as you tried to organize your lust clouded thoughts.

“I think our little pup needs more, don’t you?” Wonwoo teased. You whined and nodded and Seungcheol grinned as he started to tug at your shorts but you stopped him.

You felt your cheeks heating up again as you averted your gaze. “I-I don’t want to be t-the only one… you know…”

They both laughed and you hid your face in your hands, only peeking out when you heard rustling and felt them moving around. You nearly covered your eyes just as fast, realizing they had both taken off their shirts and pants. Seungcheol chuckled and gently took a hold of your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face and and rubbing soothing circles into the backs of your hands with his thumbs.

You felt Wonwoo’s lips on your shoulder. “Isn’t this what you wanted, pup?” he teased.

You couldn’t help the way you whimpered as your eyes took in Seungcheol sitting in front of you. He chuckled but you could smell how aroused both of them were getting. Slowly but surely your neediness was clouding your nervous.

You pulled Seungcheol in for another heated kiss. Your hands trailed along his arms and down his toned chest. He pressed a little closer as Wonwoo undid your bralette and pulled it off. He pulled you back to rest against his chest and lets his fingers trail down your stomach. He used his hands to gently push your legs further about before slowly circling your clit with his fingers. Seungcheol grinned and kissed down to your chest before taking one of your nipples between his lips. You let out a high pitched whine, your tail batting at the bed.

“I’m betting you need my fingers lower, don’t you pup?” Wonwoo teased. You were panting and whining as you nodded. Wonwoo slid his fingers through your wetness, teasing you just a little before easily pushing two fingers into you. You rocked your hips against his hand as he started to pump his fingers too slowly, carefully curling and scissoring them inside of you. Seungcheol sucked a little more harshly and you arching into his mouth, gasping.

“Please,” you whined. “Please go faster.”

“Anything you want, pup,” Wonwoo hummed. He sucked at a spot on the base of your neck as his fingers moved faster. You felt Seungcheol’s fingers tangling into your hair before he started to rub his fingers up the inside of your ear. 

You let out a loud moan and started to buck your hips against Wonwoo’s fingers. He kept his pace, turning his fingers a little and curling them in a way that had you seeing stars. You leaned your weight back against him as your whines grew higher in pitch. Seungcheol sucked your nipple more harshly between his lips while he nails scratched the inside of your ear.

You screamed out as you came, your hips grinding against Wonwoo’s hand and your hands gripping onto Seungcheol’s shoulder and Wonwoo’s thigh.

You started to pant as you slowly came down from your high. Seungcheol scratched the base of your ear, earning a whine from you while he moved up to kiss your cheek. You let out a hiss as Wonwoo pulled his fingers out of you and kissed your shoulder tenderly.

Seungcheol pulled back from his kiss with a frown. “You’re still burning up.”

You would have been embarrassed but your mind was far to hazed with lust to care. “It usually takes three to break the fever,” you hummed. You felt Wonwoo’s hands rubbing up your sides soothingly as Seungcheol gave you a cheeky grin.

“Well in that case, it’s my turn, pet.” Seungcheol kissed down your body, pulling your hips just the slightest bit forward as he sucked gently on your inner thighs, leaving pretty purple marks along them. You let out a whine as Wonwoo trailed his hands up to your chest, kneading your breasts between his fingers. He left a kiss or two on your neck before nipping at your ear.

“You look so cute like this, pup,” he murmured in your ear. “All spread out for us.”

You let out a whine that turned into a moan as Seungcheol dipped his tongue into you. You started to pant again as you let your head drop back against Wonwoo. He reached up and threaded his fingering into your hair and you let out a yelp as he pulled your head up.

“I think Seungcheol wants you to look at him, pup.”

Whimpers were falling from your lips as you struggled to focus on Seungcheol’s eyes, a playful glint in them. He moved his lips to suck on your clit as he brought two fingers to your entrance. You gasped as he pushed them inside and you tried to keep your eyes open. His pace was immediately much faster than Wonwoo’s and it had you moaning out for him and Wonwoo rolled your nipples between his fingers.

You let out a loud whimper as Seungcheol’s scent grew stronger. You focused your gaze on him and he closed his eyes, moaning against you. With his free hand he had pushed his boxers down and was stroking himself as he fingered you. Your chest was heaving as you gripped onto Wonwoo’s thighs tightly.

“Seungcheol,” you whined desperately. “You’re driving me crazy, the smell.”

Seungcheol threw a look over your shoulder and Wonwoo removed a hand from your chest. It took you a moment too long to connect the dots and you realized as Wonwoo moaned behind you and his scent grew stronger as well.

Seungcheol pushed a third finger into you and you started to buck your hips against him, crying out loudly as you came again. The orgasm was little relief with the two of them so aroused now and while your whole body was over sensitive you were still in need of more.

Seungcheol eagerly lapped up your release before giving Wonwoo a very different look. You let out a whine as Wonwoo moved away from you, letting you lay back on the bed. You tried to grab for him lazily but instead let out a yelp. Seungcheol had stood up and he roughly pulled you to the edge of the bed by your hips. He pushed your legs back and thrust into you roughly.

He held your waist and fucked you hard, his hips snapping into you quickly. A series of moans fell from your lips and you glanced at Wonwoo with a whine who was stroking himself slowly. Your hands gripped at the sheets and your tail batted at the mattress.

Your moans grew higher as Seungcheol’s grew louder. He pulled you roughly closer, changing his angle just a bit and brushing by a spot that had you seeing stars. Seungcheol’s thrusts started to become sloppier until he released in you with a low groan. He rolled his hips against you and you whimpered, so close to your own release.

He pulled back, his breathing heavy, and collapsed onto the bed next to you as Wonwoo moved between your legs. You whimpered as he ground his cock against your core before he pushed into you, fucking Seungcheol’s cum back into you. His thrusts were slower but each one was deep and strong. 

You started to grind your hips against him as best you could and he picked up his pace, cursing under his breath about how good you felt. He found the angle that had you gasping out nearly every time he passed and picked up his pace a little. His grip on your hips was not quite as tight as Seungcheol’s as he moved his thumb to rub your clit, keeping his fingers splayed out against the bottom of your stomach and pushing down slightly. 

You let out a loud cry as you came hard. You gripped the sheets as your body shook and you felt Wonwoo cumming with a string of curse words. He rolled his hips into you until you were both spent before slowly pulling out. You saw Seungcheol strain to look between your legs as Wonwoo bit his lip, watching the cum leak out of you.

Wonwoo finally moved to relax on the bed and Seungcheol cleaned you up quickly before helping you closer to Wonwoo. You curled into Wonwoo’s chest and Seungcheol climbed onto the bed, cuddling against your back.

“Your fever broke,” Seungcheol hummed, rubbing your hip soothingly where his fingers had left bruises.

“And I feel so much better,” you sighed contentedly. You left a few sleepy kisses against Wonwoo’s chest and he chuckled, tucking your head under his chin.

“Thank you,” you mumbled quietly, sleep starting to overtake you.

“You’re so welcome, puppy,” Seungcheol murmured, leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“Get some sleep now,” Wonwoo hummed, kissing your forehead.

“M’kay,” you whispered as you dozed off.

[frightknights-n-monstergirls]

Why did Jonathan even consider this? Bringing it into the asylum like a teenage boy trying to smuggle a stack of Playboy magazines to the safety of his room without his parents knowing that their precious son is now having natural urges. If anything, the infamous Scarecrow expected this to happen to Jervis, actually would have preferred it. Jonathan will get caught with it, especially with it squirming like a worm in his orange jump suit. Maybe if he was lucky, the guards won’t pat him down for anything he may use as a weapon. Jonathan discreetly rubs the part where the creature is tucked away, making it slightly vibrate happily that it’s being remembered. Jonathan prays, actually asking God that his cargo doesn’t make a sound as he’s being escorted back to his cell from the gardens.

That’s where the masked criminal found him; Jonathan looked around for any more of them but nothing. The small thing seemed to appear from nowhere, calling out for warmth and possibly food with the tiniest voice. It was a bit of a shock that the thing had even made it to the island and not has of yet to get caught by personnel or worse. Perhaps that’s what made Jonathan scoop the thing up in the first place, impressed that it had lived this long on its own and deeming it worthy to share  shelter with.

A quiet groan nearly escapes the criminal’s mouth as Jeremiah Arkham calls for the inmates to take their medicine. ‘Fuck.’ Jonathan curses mentally feeling the animal worm more for a way out of his suit, he gives it a reassuring pat as he follows his fellow inmates. The line, at least to him, slowly moves forward making him kind of thankful to be near the front, he is next until Edward fucking Nigma decides to be an ass today.

   “How about this, I’ll take your crummy medicine if you answer my riddle correctly.” Edward grins smugly at the head doctor, leaning forward on his hand that he placed on the table.

‘You’re a goddamn whore, Nigma.’ Jonathan thinks bitterly gritting his teeth and clenching his hands into fists tempted to knock the Riddler out.

“You know the answer is no, Edward.” Dr. Arkham states casually, very used to this kind of behavior from Edward, as well from others who don’t want to their prescription given to them, Jonathan normally being one of them. “You’re holding up the line, again.”

“But it’s an easy one, doctor!” Edward insists giving his best award winning smile, totally ignoring a fuming Jonathan Crane behind him. That egotisical bastard probably thinks he’s doing everyone a service by delaying the line so it would take longer for everyone to get their medicine. A faint ‘mrrr’ catches Jonathan’s attention and feels the weight shift in his suit. The thing is growing restless, trying to find that ripple of fabric for it to slip down Jonathan’s leg. The lanky man brings his thighs together just when the thing found what it was looking for, closing off an escape route for it.

Luckily, the good doctor notices Jonathan’s posture mistaking it for a bodily function that needs to be met, “How about I give Jonathan his medicine first? He looks like he needs to be somewhere.” The doctor points to the inmate behind Edward. Nigma turns to face Crane nearly jumping into the closest guard’s arms, finally realizing how pissed off the other crazed criminal is and assumes why he’s lower body is twisted like it is. The doctor hands Jonathan his antipsychotics and water happy for the cooperation given from the usually stubborn patient. Jonathan glares at Edward as he gulps down the water making the latter grin sheepishly. “Have a good evening, Jonathan.” The doctor allows a guard to take Jonathan back to his cell.

Jonathan nearly sighs in relief at his good fortune, the trip proved to be a breeze and he arrives at his cell without anyone noticing the bulge in his trousers. Or they did but just assumed that his bladder was going to burst. The guard unlocks the heavy metal door hastily and steps aside to allow Crane to run inside the cell. As soon as the man on the other side made sure Jonathan is secure behind the steel door with a small barred window, he walks off not wanting to keep the inmate from doing his business. Crane waits until he could no longer hear footsteps before ripping open his uniform and fish the thing out.

Finally, Jonathan holds the soft ball of black fur in his hands; it is tiny enough to only lie in one. It perks its head up staring with big round amber eyes giving a confused mewl. Tiny paws shakily try to gain balance to walk towards Jonathan’s body for warmth. Spider-like hands cup the chest and hind legs of the tiny creature. At first, Jonathan didn’t think it was anything natural found on Earth; the face of this animal is flat as if it were trying to copy the look of a pug in a fluffier, softer form. He guesses that it’s some sort of cat by the sounds it makes, tiny meows and purrs. Jonathan sits on his cot examining the kitten closely checking the rear for a gender. It is a male. The criminal rolls the kitten in his hands stopping only when a mew of discomfort is voiced. Jonathan sighs having forgotten that kittens tend to make a lot of noise.

“You’re an odd looking cat.” Jonathan muses to his new cellmate scooting until his back presses against the wall. He allows the kitten free range to explore watching it awkwardly make his way to the pillow. He settled into the lumpy fabric, purring happily blinking slowly at Jonathan.

“I’m glad you like it.” He scoffs at the kitten reaching over to scratch his head. “Since I now know your gender, I should name you. ‘It’ isn’t a very good name.” Jonathan has had pets before but they were all birds. Nightmare the raven and Craw the magpie, no real theme or reasoning behind their names, expect for Nightmare since she was a companion of the Sinister Scarecrow. A name to strike fear into hearts, but there was nothing terrifying about this animal! Soft round eyes with softer long fur, adorable round head adored with small ears and a tiny body, everything is the total opposite of horrifying. Even Jonathan goes as far to call this thing cute!

The inmate sighs through his nose refusing to take his eyes off the ball of fluff even as it clumsily makes his way towards him. The kitten fumbles into Jonathan’s lap to sit on a toned thigh kneading the other one. The young cat purrs up at the ex-professor of psychiatry, Jonathan pets the kitten making it purr louder. The cat lays down on Jonathan’s legs feeling content and safe. The man groans really thinking on how he should evaluate his life choices.     

[nightowlfandom]

The King’s Pet Princess- Royal! BTS x Reader Series Part 5- Yoongi 1

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READ PART ONE | READ PART 2 (NAMJOON) | READ PART 3 (JUNGKOOK) | READ PART 4 (HOSEOK)

Since no one had a name for Y/N’s pet lion....I guess I’ll have to choose and shame on you.....

We’re gonna name the lion Carmen. Gotta problem? Good.

LEGGO! (i’M NOT GETTING RID OF THE LEGGO IT’S STAYING FOREVERRRRRR)

WARNING! There will be certain themes in this...uhhh read at your own risk. This is for you guys who like getting treated like pure trash...I don’t know just read.

Leggo!

...

“Have you been up all night?” Rina stormed into the library where you were hiding. 

“I’m focusing. I’m trying to keep myself busy.” you waved her off, only to have whatever book you were trapped behind taken away from you.

“You are tired, I can see it.” she sighed. “Bed. Now.” she pointed out the door. 

“I’ll be fine.” you yawned.

“Bed!″ she huffed. “You can finish what you were doing in the morning!”

“Okay okay!.” you stumbled to your feet and made haste for your room. 

You were so tired, but you had spent all day looking for books on how to take care of Carmen (please refer to part 4 for insight). How else were you gonna deal with a pregnant lion. Geez, this was just one big mess.

You stumbled, almost hitting the door. 

“Ouch.” you said flatly, even though you weren’t in any real pain. You didn’t even bother to turn on the light, you just walked straight for the bed. It was along more sturdy than you remember and the sheets felt and looked different. Either it was the dark playing games with you or Rina changed your bed sheets. 

You plopped on the bed, letting out a long sigh. You didn’t bother to change out of your day clothes. Yes, skirts were way too uncomfortable to sleep in, but you didn’t really care. At least not that this point. Why was this so difficult. Juggling between getting prepared to be a queen to a miserable kingdom it seems like worrying about your pets, you haven’t even heard from your family back home.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” You mumbled aloud. “I’ve never done anything like this before.” you groaned. “Of course I really should naturally know how to do such a thing. “you mused. “...but how can you tame that beast telling you that you’re going crazy and just take the plunge and do what you need to do for the sake of not going completely insane.”

Poor thing, she was suffering. She would be giving birth soon and you weren’t ready! You weren’t sure. You were human and Carmen was...well a giant 400+ pound lion. There was a tad bit of a difference.

You stared at the ceiling only to notice something was off. You sat up in bed as stared at the dimly lit fireplace which was just beginning to go out. The rug wasn’t the same color it was in your room. Instead of flowy ivory curtains in your room, you saw velvety black curtains. You also took the time to notice the white grand piano. You looked up, even the canopy bed looked diff-

Fuck...this wasn’t your room

“Hm...Pray tell...what beast are you exactly trying to tame.” you heard from behind you. You slowly turned your head to see Yoongi glaring at you. “Hm, finally decided to pay me a visit.” You felt his fingers trail up your spine. “About time.”

“Yoongi! I uh-HMM!” You tried to protest as Yoongi slapped his hand over your mouth. You could only hear your own muffle screams. You were suddenly pinned down onto your back. Yoongi’s hand was still over your mouth. He hovered over your body, a smirk painting on his lips. Him dark eyes bore into yours, setting a fire straight to your mind...or core..whichever made you look less helpless.

“You make it really hard to not do something to you.” he chuckled in your ear. “Unlike my other comrades....I don’t hesitate when it comes to striking my prey.” he spoke, right in your ear. His hand, still over your mouth. “Instead, had I gotten my hands on your first, the other boys wouldn’t even be able to recognize you. Imagine being marked and scratched to your heart’s content...how exciting.”

Thrashing wouldn’t do much, he was way stronger than you. 

“I’ve been waiting for time to strike.” he chuckled, trailing his fingers under your skirt. “You’ve just opened yourself up to me. ”

“Hmm.” your leg trembled as you felt his knuckles brush against your clothed heat. 

“I’m not about that teasing shit.” he huffed. “In fact, teasing pisses me off...oh I’m sorry, were you trying to speak?”

You quickly nodded, which prompted him to slowly removing his hand from your mouth. “I didn’t mean to come in h-here.” 

Yoongi didn’t cease his movement, pressing his thumb against your clit. In fact, it chided him to carry on even more.

“Hm....don’t lie to me. You should know the route to get to your room well enough by know.” he chuckled.

“I got really sleepy....I-” you trembled. “Fu-” Your legs trembled beneath his touch.

“You’re foolish. I’m a man Y/N....Do you know what that means?” she cocked an eyebrow. “It means I’m hungry.” he growled. “And since I finally have you all to myself...I’m gonna rip you apart.”

“Rip me apart!?!” you squeaked. “What do you-” 

Yoongi watched with a smug grin on his face as you sat up and scrambled to your feet. He partially expected that to happen, it only made him chuckle. Like he said, he was hungry and he finally had his turn to go after his prey.

“Now now...don’t run away from me, pet.” you froze in place. “....Hm..Come here.”

Hearing those words made you freeze. He sounded so authoritative. 

“That’s right...come to me. Bring that pretty ass over here.”

You didn’t even notice your feet had started to move. You instantly stopped in your tracks. 

“Alright...why don’t I come to you.” Yoongi threw the covered off and stormed up to you, pushing you against the nearest wall. “See what happens when a slave doesn’t listen to her king?” 

He grabbed your leg and hooked it around his hip, all while pinning your arms above your head. “Now...let’s play together, pet.”

... (Time Skip)

“NO!” You ran away from Rina. “I REFUSE!”

“Breakfast is ready! If you aren’t at that table in the next ten seconds, then they’re gonna question ME!” she pulled your hand. “Why are you so afraid all of a sudden.”

You didn’t want to face Yoongi. If you were being honest, he scared you the most. 

“No reason?” you squeaked. You didn’t want them to blame Rina for your antics. “Let’s just...get this over with.” you grumbled, following her into into the dining hall. You were almost certain you weren’t ready to face them...or him.

Rina practically pushed you into the seat, the only open seat, which was away from the exit...which just so happened to be right next to Yoongi. She gave you a weird look. You didn’t blame her, she really didn’t know about the incident.

“It’s about time you showed up. How bad did it get last night?”

“What?” you looked up in horror at Namjoon’s words. “I beg your pardon!?!”

Was he insinuating what you thought he was insinuating?!?!

“With your pet?...Pregnant Lion? Almost half a ton giant animal?”

“Oh....”you crossed your arms. “She’s fine.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Yoongi who was casually eating. He was acting as if nothing happened! You could only stare at your food, you didn’t dare look up or join in whatever useless conversation the other men were having. 

“You seem off today, Y/N....I hope all is well.” Yoongi got your attention.

“...I’m fine.” you clutched the fork in your hand.

“Are you sure....I wouldn’t want you to be...troubled..”

You felt his hand on your thigh, which made you freeze. “If anything is wrong, my schedule is free today.”

You could feel his fingers inch closer and closer. His digits scratching against your clothed heat.

“I’ll be fine!” you instantly jumped to your feet. “Well I can’t keep Carmen waiting, you know...pregnancy...and stuff...” you didn’t say another word before you bolted for the animal stables.

....

Well, Carmen was doing just fine. Her due date was approaching but you were positive one more visit to the library would have you all set, so that’s exactly where you went.

“Come on.” you sighed. “I gotta get Billy out here and soon!”

Billy was your other lion, Carmen’s lion mate or whatever it was called. You were hoping to convince them to let you bring him, poor thing was probably so confused and sad when he saw Carmen on the carriage.

“Hm...” you mused, walking back to the book shelf. “What if I-”

Suddenly you felt something cover your eyes and tighten at the back of your head. “Hey!!” you began thrashing, but your captor had grabbed your wrist before you could move. 

“Easy now-” you heard Yoongi snarl in your ear. “You make too much noise and we might get caught.”

“W-what do you want now?!” you tried your best to move. “Are you tying my hands behind my back!??! Hey! Stop that!”

“Since you walked out on me so rudely, yesterday, you’ll have to make up for it.” you felt your bindings get tighter and tighter.

“Make up for-....” you repeated. You felt his breath brush over the back of your neck. “Is this because-”

“You so rudely left me without so much as a goodbye...you must have been really caught off guard.” he chuckled. “You’re free to try to leave...but you can’t leave.” he cooed like he was talking to a baby. “Because you can’t even see.” he chuckled.

“Y-yoongi, listen. I know you’re very hands-on.....”

“I didn’t get a chance to have a taste of you yet, Y/N.....That isn’t fair.” you could hear the fake pout in his voice. You felt his fingers trail down your stomach. Yoongi kissed down your neck, trailing his soft lips up your flesh. 

“....I said I went into the wrong room.” you shook in your shoes.

“...Hm....Sure you did, Y/N.” he sighed. “Just be a good girl and do what your king tells you to.” he grabbed the fabric of your skirt, hiking it up. His fingers creeped under your clothes, trailing down your warm skin. 

“Hey! That’s not even fair.” your voice wavered.

“Since when did a king ever play fair?”

....

[artificialqueens]

Houroubing to Aruba, Chapter 5, (Branjie) - Blackhighheels

Chapter 5: Jose in the wilderness

Brock is woken up by quiet chuckles, but refuses to open his eyes. He simply wants to stay right in this moment, warm and comfortable in bed in the semi-dark. There is only one thing that would make this even nicer.  He groans quietly and seeks behind him with his right hand, hoping to find his boyfriend still in bed. He sighs when his palm finally touches Jose’s hip.

“Oh you up.” The familiar voice sounds way too perky for Brock’s taste.

“Mmmmh.” A sigh.

“Oh, you’re in this kinda mood.” Jose is amused, but follows Brock’s unspoken invitation. It’s rare that Jose is up before Brock and it is even rarer that Brock is in ‘this kind of mood’, like Jose puts it. Sometimes it just happens.

The bed moves a bit and then Jose’s warm body presses up against his back and his right arm wraps around Brock’s waist and holds him tight. Brock can’t keep in the content sigh that escapes his lips. Now it is truly the perfect moment.

Jose’s finger slowly wander over his chest, glide through the stubble of chest hair and along his breast bone. Up and down, up and down, slowly and gently.

A brush of his lips against Brock’s neck. Jose kisses his skin, tickles it with the tip of his tongue. He slowly kisses down, to his shoulder blade and back. It’s gentle and matches the tender touches on his chest. Brock sighs again and shuffles backwards, even closer to the warmth of his boyfriend.

He concentrates on the feeling of Jose’s lips and fingers against his skin and notices when the kisses change. When Jose reaches his neck again,  wets the spot with his tongue, lets it glide over it, licks it, before he sucks. He stops for a second, teases Brock’s neck with his teeth, before he sucks again.

“Can I give you hickey?” Jose asks quietly, his breath warm against the wet spot in Brock’s skin. Usually they avoid leaving marks, because they are always a pain to cover in photo shoots or on TV. Brock wouldn’t mind them too much in live shows, because Brooke Lynn is a slut. But with his heightened TV presence these days it’s not that easy, at least not with spots as visible as this one. But here and now, with more than two weeks with nothing to worry about? Suddenly he wants this, wants Jose to mark him. It will remind him of this moment, this perfect morning, when he can lie in bed as lazy as he wants to be, while the man he loves is showering him with caresses. Yes, he wants it and the thought is so sexy he feels his dick stir underneath the covers.

“Yes!” he breathes and finally Jose’s lips are back to sucking on his neck and the sounds of it can be heard in the otherwise silent room. Jose gently adds his teeth to the mix and seems to make sure he does a thorough job at marking him. Once he is done he pulls back and must be looking at his work. Brock just lies there and waits for what he will do next. He seems satisfied, because he simply places a soft kiss on the spot and then goes back to kissing and licking every inch of Brock’s back, that he can reach without moving away from him.

Jose’s hand starts wandering south, down the breast bone again and on to his stomach. Jose moves his hand underneath the blanket and dips his fingers in Brock’s belly button. It tickles and makes him chuckle, but he tries not to squirm too much. He wants Jose’s hands further down around his cock, but he doesn’t give him what he wants. He just continues with the soft touches to his skin, his belly, his hip, hipbone and upper thigh… and then wanders back up.

By the time he finally moves his hand to his right butt cheek, pays the skin there the same attention as he did to his front, Brock is hard. He needs more and reaches behind him again, pulls Jose’s hips tightly against him and starts moving his hips. It’s not really helping because of the blanket and Jose’s shorts between them. And also Jose is not moving with him, not speeding up his hand and not changing the kisses on his back to something more passionate.

Instead, he takes Brock’s hand and places it back on his own leg, where it lay before.

“Jose.” He whines and is not ashamed of it at all. He’d beg too, if that’s what Jose wants to move this along.

“Shush.” A kiss placed on the back of his head and then the hand is gone from his ass.

He whines again. He feels pressure against his shoulder and follows Jose’s lead. He lays down on his stomach and rests his head on his arms, eyes still closed. Jose straddles his thighs but doesn’t give him any skin contact at first. Then more kisses on his back follow, this time not only on his right side, but everywhere: his left side gets the same attention, the middle of his back gets some licks, before he blows cold air on his hot, wet skin.

He starts squirming again when Jose reaches his lower back, but doesn’t remove the blanket. He nibbles on the spot where the dimples are, just above his ass and dips his tongue in the same spot. Brock squirms more and grinds his hips into the mattress to get some friction. Jose stops him by sitting down on his thighs. His weight presses him into the mattress and he can’t move anymore.

Brock gasps when just one finger on each side dances down over the bow of his rips. The kisses keep coming and now the touches are back as well, all over his back, his shoulders, up his arms, his neck and into his hair.

Jose leans forward and his body comes to rest on Brock’s, hot skin against hot skin. He can feel Jose’s erection against his ass through all the fabric in between. For once Jose remains silent when he starts moving his hips, but Brock groans.

The tickling, sucks, kisses, nibbles and pressure of Jose’s weight on top of him are so sensual, it drives him crazy. Yet, he can’t do anything but lie there.

Well, he could, if he really wanted to, but he knows his man and he knows this torture will all be worth it in the end. He doesn’t know what his plan is, but moments like this usually end with really good sex or blow jobs. So he waits.

After what feels like an eternity Jose lifts his hips and removes the blanket. Brock is still naked from last night because he doesn’t mind sleeping naked. Jose doesn’t like it, for whatever reason, and Brock prays that he will lose his shorts as well.

The kisses now move to his butt cheeks, make him yelp when soft bites are added. He gets even louder when Jose licks him, lets his tongue dip down in the valley between his buttocks, just once. He opens his legs a bit, hopes Jose will either continue or move further down to his balls. He just places one kiss to his taint and then moves away.

There is some rustling and this time his wish for skin is granted.  He can finally feel the hot skin of Jose’s cock against his ass. His weight comes back as well as he leans forward and the chill from the air is once more replaced by warm skin.

“This what you wanted, toes?” Jose whispers in his ear. “Some cuddles in the morning?”

“Yes,” he confirms and lift his hips the little bit that he can without much effort, and moves them.

“Relax.” His hips are nudged down again and he moans loudly as his hard on is pressed into the sheets again. With maddening slowness Jose continues the torture of touches and kisses without moving at all otherwise. The sensory overload has Brock in such a haze, that he is surprised when Jose moves his hips and his dick glides against his ass with a smoothness that means that he got the lube from the side of the bed and applied it.

Jose keeps Brock’s hips still with his hands, but moves his own against Brock’s ass. He spreads his butt a bit and Brock can feel Jose’s dick between his cheeks. He doesn’t tense, doesn’t even care, if Jose is gonna try and fuck him. Deep down he knows he won’t, because he’s not prepped and not ready, and if there is something they both don’t like in bed, it’s pain.

Jose’s upper body comes back down on his back, but his hips keep moving. Brock moans loudly when Jose’s cock bumps against his opening, then glides up towards his back and past. The contact shoots straight to his dick and makes him grip the sheets. Jose does it again and again without ever taking his lips and tongue off his neck and back.

“Yes, fuck, Brock.” Jose’s movements don’t get much faster, but Brock knows by the sound of his voice that he is close. He keeps moving his hips, his cock sliding  between Brock’s ass until his hips stutter, the head of his cock bumping harder against Brock’s sphincter but doesn’t penetrate. Instead Brock can feel a hot wetness there as Jose comes on his skin. It’s what he needs, Brock’s hips buck and he comes, too, groaning into his arm.

“Did you just come from this?” Jose asks him incredulously, still lying on his back.

“I did,” he chuckles, surprised about it himself.

“My plan was to give you a blowjob in a second. You suddenly lack all self-control?” Jose swats his ass as he climbs off him.

“Hey, you didn’t say anything. How was I supposed to know that?” Brock rolls over on his back and gets away from the wet spot he left on the bed. Only when he has already rolled around, does he remember that he will now leave another one with Jose’s wetness. Well, house-keeping will have to change the sheets anyway.

“You usually don’t come from me rutting against your ass,” Jose points out and sits up.

“Guess today I am. Also it’s been a while, you know.” He still can’t say it. It’s absolutely ridiculous. He can talk about the weirdest shit and his kinkiest fantasies with Jose, but when it comes to this…asking for it… it’s like his tongue gets glued to the roof of his mouth.

“Since you bottomed? Yeah, true. Get ready tonight and we can change that.”

“Really?”

“Really. You want me to fuck you, I’m not gonna say no. I’m crazy, but not that crazy, toes,” Jose laughs loudly and pecks his lips. “And now get up. We need to shower and brush our teeth, because I want a real kiss and some breakfast. You made me hungry.” Jose is out of bed, before he has even stopped speaking.

“You are such a power bottom.” Brock shakes his head as he follows him.

“And you are such a… not power top.”

“You mean submissive?” He takes his toothbrush as Jose turns on the water of the shower.

“That the word?”

“I don’t think I’m submissive,” he protests.

“You love it, when I tell you how we gonna fuck. If you’d be a bottom, you’d be one of these sissy boys. Being all "Yes daddy” and shit.“ Jose joins him by the sink, takes his own toothbrush and snatches the toothpaste out of his hands.

Brock snorts. "I’ve never called you daddy!”

“You call me papi. That the same.”

“Is not!”

“Is too! What do you think it means? And you started it before we were fuckin’, letting me know what kinda ho you are in bed.”

“You call me mommy sometimes. What’s this then?” Brock tries to argue.

“You call yourself mommy!  I’m just being sarcastic. And I never do it in bed, cause I’m a real gay boy. But what it is, this mommy thing, I can tell ya: Fifty ways of fucked up, that’s what it is!” Brock has to laugh and accidentally swallows some of the foam. He starts coughing and Jose pats his back, grinning around his toothbrush.

***

After breakfast Henry is already waiting for them to drive them to the starting point of their hike.

“You sure you don’t wanna change?” Brock asks Jose again, just to be sure. Jose is wearing some sort of jumpsuit for men that has less fabric than his usual shorts and shirt combo. The top is made like a wide tank top, the bottom very tight and the whole thing is green camouflage. Also he wears Toms with it. While they are very comfy and look good with the outfit, Brock isn’t sure it is the best look for a hike. They don’t know how narrow or steep the ways will be.

“Stop bitching about my outfit! I’m not saying shit about your shoes clashing horribly with the rest of your clothes,” Jose bites back and makes Brock look down on himself. Now that he thinks about it, the light blue shirt and black and grey shorts, might not be the greatest choice to go with his white and neon-green trainers. “Hurry up! We not changing for a hike!” Jose calls and is already sitting in the car.

“Have you ever been on a hike?” Brock asks him suspiciously.

“No, but I’ve been shopping. That’s a lot of walking too, right?” Jose smirks and Brock can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, just with a lot more retail.” He points out and hopes that this will go smoothly.

***

Jose in civilisation is an experience. Jose is the wilderness is… wild. They meet their guide Pepe in a hutch in what seems like the middle of nowhere. There’s only green around them and not another soul in sight. Brock does a double take when he sees Pepe, but then quickly greets him before things get awkward.

The each get a backpack with equipment and food and then start the track up the Jamanota mountain. For the first twenty minutes Brock expects that Jose will start asking 'Are we there yet’ any second, judging by the look on his face, but then he relaxes and seems to enjoy it. The path isn’t as steep as Brock feared, but rocky. The earth is reddish-brown and cactuses as tall as Jose line the way.

“Anyone ever fallen into them?” Jose asks Pepe and points to one of them.

“Not on my watch, but we had some people slipping before, so please watch your steps,” he advises and walks in front of them. Brock watches him, takes in his height, his build, the color of skin and the way he walks.

“Eyes, up here, bitch! If you not stop ogling our guide, Imma push you into one of the large ass cactus and hope it stings your dick and ho ass!” Jose whispers threateningly in Brock’s direction and surprises him.

“What? I wasn't…"

"You been staring at him since we met him. I know he your kind of jush, but I’m right here! You better think twice before you roll those dice.”

The misquoted lyrics make Brock chuckle. “I swear I wasn’t ogling him. Yes, I was looking at him and yes, objectively speaking he’s a very attractive man. It isn’t what makes me look at him, though.”

“No?” Jose doesn’t believe him. The frown on his face speaks volumes.

“Describe to me what you see when you look at him.”

“Thin guy, tan skin, dark hair, firm butt, good looking,” Jose shrugs unimpressed.

“You really don’t see it?”

“See what?”

“Papi, change the haircut, add some tattoos and a lot more sass and attitude and he could be your doppelgänger!”

“My what?”

“He looks like you.”

“He does not.”

“He does! That’s why I was staring at him, because I was a second away from asking him if he’s adopted or something.”

“Maybe I’m adopted? Would explain my idiot brothers…” Jose muses.

“Uhm, you’re the spitting image of your mother, boo.”

“Right…” Jose nods and Brock can’t help but smile about the contemplative look on his boyfriends face. “Hey Pepe!” He calls out.

“Yes?”

“What your last name?” Brock bites his lip hard to keep from laughing.

“Geerman. Why?”

“Just… you adopted?” Jose continues and gives him his most charming smile when he turns around towards them, a confused look on his face.

“Not that I know of. Why?”

“I was just telling Jose that I think you two look a lot alike,” Brock decides to intervene before the guide will get freaked out, run off and leave them here.

“It happens.” Pepe is not impressed at all and keeps walking.

“Heyyy, twinkletoes?”

“Yes?” He already knows what’s coming, has been waiting for it since he pointed out the likeness.

“Who sexier? Him or me?” Because he knew it was coming, Brock has already prepared his answer. He grabs Jose by his waist, pulls him against him and kisses him hard.

“That answer enough?” he asks and licks his lips when he pulls back.

“For now,” Jose smirks. Brock rolls his eyes and takes Jose’s hand in his.

“Come on, let’s catch up before we get lost.” Pepe hasn’t taken notice of their kissing-stop and so they quicken their steps, hands linked.

***

The view from the top of the mountain is breathtaking, even though it is only 188 meters high. From up here, it feels like you can see the whole island, green everywhere up to the long beaches. They take a lot of pictures and Pepe explains the layout of the island, tells them some about the history and gives a short talk about the plants and the nature around them.

They decide to have their picnic up here and spread out the blankets and different kinds of food on the ground.

“What kind of animals do you have here?” Jose asks during their lunch.

“Iguanas, donkeys and wild goats would be the most common on the island. The goats however nearly destroyed the eco system when they became too many.”

“Aw, but goats are cute. My grandpa had some back in Puerto Rico. And chicken. But I liked the goats better. They hop around when they young and follow you 'round when you treat them nice. I had a baby goat one summer when we went back to see family. Called her 'Pickles’ like the family on the Rugrats. I really loved her.”

“Aw, what happened to her after you left?” Brock asks, his heart melting at the idea of little Jose running around with a baby goat.

“Dunno. We didn’t go back for years and when I got back, she was not there. Think they sold her or killed her. She was a real good goat,” Jose says sadly.

“Aw, papi, I’m sorry.” Brock gives his shoulder a squeeze.

“You know, we could get a house with a garden and then build a huge stable and stuff and we could get a baby goat. And a mini pig! Oh, and one of these little horses so Riley can learn how to ride. I saw that on the tubes once.”

“Uhm, no.” Brock just shakes his head. It’s better not to get into this discussion now. “So, Iguanas. cool,” he turns back to Pepe. “Any snakes?”

“Yeah, there used to be a lot of rattlesnakes, but sadly their numbers decreased drastically in the last twenty years.”

“Rattlesnakes?” Suddenly Jose is up, off the blanket and standing on a rock a couple of feet away. “You let us walk round here with rattlesnakes? Uh-uh, no mama! I ain’t doing no snakes! Rattle or other. What’s this? Arubian Horrorstory? What next? The horror clown? Zombies?”

“Jose, you should get off this rock. The likelihood of you falling is much higher than a snake getting you,” Pepe points out and Brock leans back against the blanket. This can take a while.

***

Once they have packed everything up and Jose has left his rock, they take the other path down the mountain, so they can get to their floating snorkelling location. The path now is steeper than before, but less rocky and overall the same length of about three miles. Pepe is leading the way again and Brock and Jose follow. First they walk side by side and just talk, but then Jose gets slower and falls back a bit. They are about half way down when Brock gets a weird gut feeling. They are still talking, but Jose’s replies get shorter. He misses opportunities to tease him and something is just off. Brock stops and waits until Jose reaches him.

“You ok?” he asks him and tries to catch his eyes under the shield of his hat.

“Sure. Why you asking?” Jose shrugs.

“I don’t know. Just had a weird feeling,” Brock tells him truthfully and holds out his hand. Jose takes it and for a while they walk side by side again until Jose gets slower once again. Brock adjusts his pace, and turns to look at Jose when he keeps clinging to his hand more and more. Jose is tense, his jaw clenched, eyes narrowed. To most people he’d look like he is concentrating on the path in front of them. Brock knows this look though and he doesn’t like it at all. It’s pain. “Your knee?” He asks.

“Fine,” Jose mutters, but avoids his eyes.

“Ok, stop!” Brock brings them both to a halt. “Don’t lie to me. What’s going on? Is it your knee?” he looks down to Jose’s left knee but can’t see anything out of the ordinary.

“It’s the other knee. I can barely walk,” Jose admits and Brock looks down to the right knee.

“Fuck, Jo, it’s really swollen,” he says and quickly kneels down in front of him to take a closer look. “Did you slip or did something happen?” He touches it carefully and feels how hot the skin is.

“No, nothing. It just started hurting and now it’s like… it feels like the other one when I fuck it up, Brock.” When he looks up there are tears in Jose’s eyes. It’s not only the pain, it’s also fear. Dancing with one damaged knee is a problem. Dancing with two damaged knees might be impossible.

“Hey, it’s gonna be ok. If you didn’t slip or twist it today, then it’ll be ok.”

“How do you know? I don’t even know how to make it down this fucking mountain.”

“I just know that whatever it is, we will make it work, ok?” Brock promises him and pulls him in a sideway hug.

“Hey, you’re ok?” Pepe has come back up to them.

“Jose’s knee is acting up. Do we still have some ice?” Brock asks him.

“Did you fall?” Pepe crouches down as well to take a closer look.

“No, old injury.” It’s not really a lie, but not really the truth either.

“Oh ok. Let’s sit down then.” They are alone, so they sit down in the middle of the path and Brock quickly places the rest of the ice cubes on Jose’s knee and puts the leg in his lap.

“You ok like this?”

“Yeah,” Jose nods and gives his hand a squeeze. “How far is it until we reach the ocean?”

“About halfway there now.” Pepe replies. “But we have to get you down first.”

“You think you can walk down?” Brock wonders.

“I dance with it,” Jose shrugs unenthusiastically.

“Yes, but with a bandage and painmeds.”

“I’m gonna try,” Jose decides. They wait a couple more minutes until the ice has melted and then get back up. Jose hands his backpack to Pepe so he carries less weight. It kind of works for another fifteen minutes, until Jose gasps in pain and stumbles. It’s only Brock’s quick reaction that keeps him from falling.

“Put your weight on me. I’m gonna help you,” Brock instructs and wraps one arm around Jose. They try going on like this, but once Jose is basically hopping down on one leg, Brock decides to make an executive decision. “Pepe? Can you go ahead and contact Henry so he can pick us up at the closest stop possible?”

“I have my phone with me, I’m gonna call him,” Pepe nods.

“What about the snorkeling?"

"Not today, papi. Not with you in pain. I’ll give you my backpack now and then I’m gonna give you a piggyback ride down, ok?”

“Brock, no, I’m too heavy,” Jose protests.

“Either that or I’ll have Pepe get some kind of stretcher or something and have them carry you down on it. But you are not walking down this path.” Jose seeks his eyes with his and must see the determination.

“Fine, piggyback ride it is.” He sighs deeply, but then puts on Brock’s backpack and gets on his back.

They need to take two more breaks and by the time they reach the foot of the mountain, Brock is sweaty and exhausted, but happy they made it. Jose’s knee is swollen obscenely but there are no bruises, which is good because it means there wasn’t any bleeding.

“Do you need an ambulance? A doctor?” Henry is worried when he sees them.

“Can you just drive us back to the resort for now. We both need a shower and we’ll see, if we can get the swelling down a bit. We might however come back to your offer, if this isn’t better in an hour or two,” Brock replies.

“I’m not going to the hospital,” Jose protests. Brock and Henry just exchange a look, they understand each other without words: Jose will go to the hospital, if the two of them say so.

***

Jose insists on walking to their penthouse on his own, but Brock wins when he insist that Jose will take a bath and not a shower. He helps him getting in and out, but sees with satisfaction that Jose follows his advice and keeps the leg elevated on the edge of the tub.

Brock is already dressed when Jose sits down on the bed and puts body lotion on before he slowly gets dressed as well. They don’t talk much until Jose is lying on their bed with an ice pack on his knee and Brock sits down beside him.

“How’s the pain now?"

"On a scale from one to ten? I’d go with a three now.”

Brock sighs. “And when you move?”

“A seven? Maybe an eight? Hey, I don’t feel like vomiting anymore, so that’s progress, right?”

“Jose, honestly, all bullshit aside: Do you think we should go and see a doctor?” Brock takes the ice off the knee to take another look. The swelling isn’t going down and Jose can’t bend his leg anymore because of it.

“I… I think I should,” he finally decides, his eyes wide and sad. “But what if it’s bad? What if we have to fly home? What if they need to operate on me here? I don’t wanna ruin this vacation, Brock. We have all this stuff we still have to do.” Tears are forming in his eyes again.

“Boo, you know I love being here with you, but your health is more important. I can’t just pretend, I don’t realise you’re in pain. And you can’t enjoy anything, when you’re hurting.” Brock scoots closer and pulls Jose against him. “Tell you what, we gonna go and get this checked out. And if we have to cut this trip short, we’ll just come back next year and do all the rest then, ok? Nothing will be ruined.”

“You’d really go on another vacation with me? It’s your birthday trip and we might not get to kiss on the Eiffel tower,” Jose sniffs.

“Then I’ll kiss you in a hospital bed or at home… I don’t care. I love you and I can’t stand seeing you in pain, not for all the kisses in paradise or on the Eiffel tower.”

Jose puckers his lips and Brock’s gladly kisses the salt of his tears away. “I love you, too, Brock.” Another kiss follows. “You gonna let Henry know we need a doc for this shit?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna call him and get you something to drink. You stay put,” he tells him and points his index finger at him before he leaves their bedroom.

***

Brock is nervous  as they are waiting inside of the room for the doctor to come back, but he tries not to show it. Jose needs him now and he has to keep his anxiety under control. After Henry drove them to he hospital, he insisted on coming in with them. Jose told the doctor all about his knee troubles and it was decided that the doctor would try to get a hold of Jose’s doctor in L.A. He pointed out during the talk, that they did not have an MRI here and they’d need to go back to the mainland for that, if needed.

“Mr. Cancel, I just talked to your doctor and if you are ok with it we would like to proceed as follows: I will puncture the knee now to see what kind of fluid we are dealing with. My colleague and I both agree though that we think it’s a knee effusion due to the prolonged over stressing.”

“What’d that mean?” Jose asks and looks to Brock. Before he can explain what he understood, the doctor speaks up again.

“Since your left knee is injured, you put a lot more weight on your right knee without realising it. This, of course, can cause problems in the long run. How much damage has been done, will need to be assessed when you are back in L.A. But for now we hope that treating the symptoms will be enough. I’m going to punctuate your knee now and afterwards you have to keep it elevated and iced. Alright?”

“Alright,” Jose nods and gives Brock a little smile. Brock wishes he could kiss him and then decides he can. He doesn’t give a damn about the doctor. So he leans down, takes Jose’s face in his hands and presses a kiss against his lips in relief.

Jose’s leg gets disinfected and a sterile sheet is placed over it. When the doctor takes out a syringe with a large needle, Jose grips Brock’s hand. “You gonna put this in my knee? What about knocking me out first? Usually they give me some happy pink pills,” Jose stutters.

“It’s not worse than getting an immunisation, I promise,” the doctor says.

“I can’t watch this.” Brock shuts his eyes and presses his face into Jose’s hair to hide.

“Don’t faint, bitch! That my job with this huge needle that’s gonna… ok, is in my knee,” Jose narrates. Brock remains in the same position. “God doc, that’s better….”

“When there is this much fluid in the joint it causes a lot of pressure and sometimes pain. But can you see that the liquid is clear?” The doctor points out to Jose.

“Yeah. Wow, that was all in my knee?”

“Yes. Just a bit more and we are done. So it’s not blood, it’s not an infection, that’s very good. And we’re done,” the doctor says.

“You can take your nose outta my hair again, boo,” Jose chuckles and Brock dares to open his eyes again.

“Alright. I’m going to bandage your knee with an Unna’s boot bandage. It will help some more with the rest of the swelling and will cool it a bit. Please, keep it on until tomorrow morning, or ideally even a day longer. Afterwards: no more walking downhill, no more volleyball or dancing salsa while you’re here. You can go swimming, go for walks and do anything that doesn’t cause you pain. Just take it easy and use the brace you brought. I will also give you some tylenol for tonight. Any questions?”

“Nope,” Jose waits until his knee is all wrapped up and Brock takes the meds. Then Jose slides off the table. “Thank you doctor,” he shakes his hand.

“Yes, thank you,” Brock says and they leave the small room, Jose limping along beside him. “You were so brave, oh my god!” Brock gushes.

“I’m just glad it’s not worse,” Jose shrugs.

“Me too, Jose,” Brock’s fingers wraps around Jose’s.

“Jose, Brock! How did it go?” They find Henry pacing in the waiting room.

“Good. Have to wear this for now, my knee brace afterwards and no more hiking for me,” Jose sums it up.

“I am very glad to hear that. I was worried.”

“I’m good, Henry. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Yeah, apart from the large needle he stuck in your knee without much warning and nearly made me faint,” Brock points out and shudders remembering the scene.

“He such a white boy,” Jose rolls his eyes and moves his thumb in Brock’s direction. Henry just laughs. “Hey, and you know what my detective genius mind just realised?” he asks.

“What?” Brock humours him by asking.

“That you, Henry my friend, just called us by our names for the first time. We really done with the Sir stuff now?” Jose asks and their romance concierge actually blushes.

“I am sorry. It just slipped out.”

“That’s fine. You can call me anything you like…just not papi, cause that’s his,” Jose smiles at both Henry and Brock.  He even accepts Brock’s help without complaints when he helps him into the car.

“Henry is there any chance you can arrange another snorkelling trip for us the day after tomorrow?” Brock asks and decides to be optimistic about Jose’s recovery.

“Yes, of course. There is one that comes with a romantic sailing trip. How does that sound?”

“Amazing,” Brock nods and Jose slides over in his seat to snuggle up against him.

“What about dinner for tonight? You want me to arrange something on your terrace?” Henry wants to know. Brock looks down to Jose, who has fallen asleep in seconds after all the excitement, his head resting against Brock’s shoulder.

“Might be better. After pain or emotional things, sleeping beauty is usually out for a while,” Brock agrees and pulls Jose closer. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt such relief.

***

“Finally got to carry my over the threshold?” Jose is still rubbing his eyes when he walks out onto their terrace. Henry has already had their dinner brought up, along with a white table cloth, candles and flowers.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Brock replies and gets up. “Sit down, I’m gonna get dinner. They set it up in the kitchen to keep it warm.” He squeezes Jose’s shoulder as he passes him. When he comes back, Jose has poured them both some wine and is sitting on a chair, looking out to the beach.

“This is nice, but our plans for later won’t happen,” Jose says after a while of quietly eating.

“What plans?”

“You wanted me to fuck you tonight. I just… I don’t think I can with…” Jose starts to ramble and fiddles with his napkin.

“I didn’t even think of that anymore,” Brock admits. “I’m just happy you’re ok. Like I said, nothing else matters. No hike, no vacation, nothing. To be honest, I’m not even in the mood.”

“You’re always in the mood… or I could get you in the mood,” Jose jokes and Brock is glad when he sees him laughing. It makes him smile, but then the world becomes blurry in front of his eyes.

“Can you please just come here,” he begs and holds out a hand. Jose takes it, comes around the table and sits down in his lap.

“Oh, Brock. I’m ok. It’s just my knee.”

Brock knows he is being overly emotional and silly, but ever since they got back together and did the therapy he has learned to not have any walls up around his boyfriend. When he is with Jose and they are alone, he turns into the hyper emotional kid again, who cries about everything and feels things so intensely it’s scary. And yet, he doesn’t want to hide again, because feeling again, and feeling this deeply for someone, makes the world come alive in full colour, while everything else is dulled by a veil of grey.

He doesn’t need to explain any of it and neither does he hide his tears or apologise for them, because Jose knows him, accepts him and loves him for it. That’s why he just sits there now, as they hold each other and Jose gives Brock a moment.

“You want some dessert? Henry brought up ice-cream,” he says once he can speak again.

“Yes. And then we gonna go down, watch the others and kiki with Marge and Magnus. They’ll have some fun stories to cheer us up.” He wipes the last tear tracks off Brock’s face.

“Sounds like a plan,” Brock pecks his lips before he lifts Jose up and puts him back in his chair.

“Sounds like a great plan! And here’s another one: Tomorrow you gonna bottom and Imma top and we gonna fuck all night!” Jose yells so loudly after him that Brock is sure everyone in this resort and the ones around have heard it. He doesn’t care. He just laughs and gets the ice-cream out of the freezer.

TBC

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Jason V and Summer Camp

*Word Count: 2,167   *Warning: Adult content, blood and gore, Serial Killer is your crush

**I realized there weren’t many stories about my favorite serial killer, so I decided to write one of my own. Hope you guys like it. I’ve been hand-writing this story actually, so typing it up has been an adventure. I know it’s really different from what I usually write...so I hope it’s okay.**

You knew in your heart that coming to Camp Crystal Lake was a bad idea, but of course here you were. The legends and stories were racing through your mind, they should have scared you well enough away, but the small work bus was happily speeding towards your destination. You were on your way to your new summer job, thanks to your friend Alice who signed you up just for the “hot guys” that would be working with you two.

“You want a smoke before we get there babe?” A tall bronze skinned man burst your thought bubble, you thought his name was Dimitri, but you couldn’t be sure. He was one of the real reasons Alice signed the two of you up for this “adventure”.

“Uh thanks but no thanks. Trying to live a decent lifestyle for my age,” you were pretty sure that he called you a prude but you could care less what he thought of you. Sure you smoked the occasional green grass, but you always knew when to behave. He was probably only bothering you because you were obviously different from the other girls on the small bus, in more ways than one. Your hair was about to the middle of your back, pulled into a messy bun, a few of the strands flowing with the breeze through the windows of the bus. A black loose tank top was clinging to your body, with a red plaid long sleeved shirt that had the sleeves pulled up to your elbows. To top it all off a pair of nice fitting blue jeans, wide at the bottom of your black chucks poking out at the bottom of them. All the other girls were wearing as little clothes as possible, and all the makeup they could find in the drugstores. They did realize this trip was all work and no play right? Rolling up to the camp was exactly how you expected it to be, dusty and eerie. Climbing out of the bus with the other volunteers, whose names you hardly remember you see the old couple who hired you. They decided to reopen the camp, but couldn’t spruce things up on their own due to their age. That’s where you and your team come in handy.

The first week went by smoothly, but it was time for the first weekend. From what you read about Jason Voorhees and the history of this camp, it seemed like a party and other adult orientated things caused the mass killings. You decided at the beginning to have your own cabin away from the rest of the group, they all protested of course and wanted you to room with them, but after much convincing they finally let you be.

“Y/N! Pull your head from the clouds and help me decide what to wear! Dimitri asked me to be his company for the party tonight!” Alice was all too eager to please her new beau of course. Regardless she was your friend, and you cared about her the best that you could muster. She finally settled on a skin tight black shorts and a lacy blue tank top, all while she begged you to join the party, but you politely declined. Settling into your chair, you looked up at the full moon. Slipping your ear buds in, you pulled the soft red flannel around you, before pulling out your journal to work on your story. The soft glow of the light behind you from the fire, and the soft tunes playing your ear, your eyelids fluttering closed.

Something warm ran down your cheek, startling you awake. Opening your eyes immediately shot a chill down your spin, a tall hocked masked figure standing above you, his piercing eyes boring into yours. Your hand moving before your brain could process anything else; you touched the warm drop on your cheek. Bringing it up to your eyes, the crimson color sending a new wave of chills through. You silently prayed for your death to be quick, steeling your nerves while gathering the strength to speak.

Slowly standing up from your chair before him, you pull the buds from your ears swallowing thickly before turning to face your death.

“I’m not going to run or beg for my life, I know all about you and what you do. If you’re going to kill me like you did the others, please do it now.” He stood still before you while completely silent, his eyes darting down the music coming from your ear buds. Turning the music down, you see his hand gripping the bloody machete relax just a bit.

“My name is Y/N, and I know you’re Jason. I know what happened to you all those years ago, and I’m sorry. No one deserves to have that happen to them, and I’m sorry people continue to invade your space.” Your voice surprisingly steady as he bowed his head to you. In a swift motion your body was flung over his shoulder, the sharp blade resting against your jean clad thigh. Mind racing you decide it’s best to stay silent and let him do whatever he was going to do. Being carried by various bodies you saw the most revolting things that would make anyone’s stomach churn. One boy whose name you thought was James, had his head sliced in half, brains sliding out of the opening. A tear slipped down your cheek when you saw Alice, pierced against her cabin door. Her soft pink intestines were slowing working their way out of her small body, blood still gushing from the fresh wound. As he carried you past the dock you saw who you thought was Dimitri, it looked like his long shaggy hair hanging over the boat anyway. Panic flooded through you as you noticed that the tree line was growing closer, and the forest scared you during the daytime so it only terrified you at night. Decided to risk more one sided conversation you opened your mouth again,

“Jason where are you taking me? The forest scares me more than you do if I’m completely honest.” Once again your mouth worked before your brain did, as you felt his firm grip get even tighter on your leg. This is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for. He must have carried you out here so no one would ever find your body. Closing your eyes as your mind began to ready itself for death, not even noticing the sound of a lock opening you were abruptly put on your feet. Opening your eyes, looking up at the massive figure you feel warmth behind you, your head slowly swiveling around and allowing your eyes to adjust and scan the area around you. It was a small shabby cabin, with a very worn down bed and a roaring fireplace beside it. A small bloodstained table held a number of different weapons that made you shudder. His massive weight made the bed groan and squeak under him, all while you simply stood there. You should’ve ran, but your legs wouldn’t let you move. He sat there looking up at you, a slight longing in his eyes you simply couldn’t place until it finally hit you. Your jeans were ripped from various branches and the blood left stains up and down them. Your flannel was covered in dirt and leaves while your tank top underneath simply had dirt on it. Finally the flame flickered perfectly and allowed you to see the front of his dirty strained jeans. It finally hit you, he wanted physical affection, and you guess he’s never actually experienced it before.

“Jason I want to help you, but I need you to trust me okay?” He continued to just sit there as he slowly nodded. You should have been running, not getting turned on by a crazy serial killer. Slowly kneeling before him you had to steel your nerves against and try your best to ignore the still warm blood from your “friends” on his clothes. Raising your hand up, you gently black it on his leg feeling his body tense up underneath your touch.

“Don’t worry Jason. This will make you feel a lot better.” Maybe this is why he killed all those horny drugged up teens, because he couldn’t get any satisfaction himself. Sliding your hand up to his hip you let him relax before moving to the crotch of his jeans. A loud sigh escaped him as your fingers gently squeeze, heat steadily growing between your legs. Your other hand slowly sliding down between your own legs as you began to rub both you and him. His grunts only encourage you further, as you stare up at him, before sliding both of your hands to the front of his pants. Slowly slipping the button free, fingers playing with the zipper you wait for his reassurance before your next move. A simple grunt almost answered your question but you had to ask,

“Jason would you allow me the privilege to do this for you? I promise to go slow.” He looked down at you and nodded as you unzipped his pants and his length busting through the fabric. Your fingers slowly wrapping around it you were amazed at the length and weight of it, for a serial killer he really was hung. Your arousal began to pool between your legs, amazed that you were jacking off a serial killer and getting insanely turned on at the same time. Using both of your hands, you swiped off a bit of the precum at the tip, bringing it to your mouth to taste. He was musty but oddly sweet, and you knew you had to have more of it. Your hands slipped away from him just to undo your pants to get a better reach at yourself, what happened next still stuns you to this day. A pair of large strong hands gripped your waist lifting you up in the air as he stood, throwing you down onto the raggedy mattress. His large machete back in his hand he pressed the sharp edge against your jeans, driving you even crazier as it sliced through the fabric. He then dragged the edge over your breast, and down in between them to slice your tank top open before he threw it to the other side of the cabin. His large hands ripping open from the cuts he made along your clothes, your bra breaking under his strong pull, and your panties ripping against your hip as he shredded your jeans. There goes your clothes, but at this moment you could care less all you wanted was him. Finally sitting on you, his length reached above your belly button, never had you had anyone that big but you were extremely ready. Sliding your hand down you guided him to your sweet spot, he grunted feeling your wetness against his cock as he immediately began to push into you. Moaning loudly as you squirmed under him, feeling your body stretch open for him, soaking every inch of his cock. His large hands on your breasts, pinning you down as he began to thrust roughly and quickly into you grunting in unison to your moans, the blood on his clothes dripping onto your flesh the warmth sending the sensations further. You attempted to move, trying to get into another position but he simply wouldn’t allow you,

“Jason if you let me turn over you can do me even better! Please please!” Here you were begging, but not for your life just for more of his cock in you different ways. He quickly stopped and removed his hands, as you managed to roll over your head to the side. His hand gripped your neck squeezing it firmly, the other on your back holding you down as he began to slam and drill into you, bruising your hips with each thrust. A warm sensation flooding through you as you came around him, your walls gripping him even tighter as your sweet cream flowed out around you. He grunted behind you as he came with you, squeezing even tighter as you blacked out from the lack of air and insane amount of pleasure pulsing through your body.

Next thing you woke up to was him sitting beside the small table messing with his weapons, a large shirt draped over you as you looked up at him biting your lip to hide a smile.

“Jason does this mean you’ll keep me around for even just a short while now? Because I could go for round two.” He looks up at you and nods, before looking back to his weapons. Simply falling back onto the mattress you figured this would be a great summer, and a lazy one at that. Everything about him drove you wild, and you supposed it meant you were insane just like him, but at least you would be with someone that made you feel good and not like an outsider.

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CLANDESTINE | Teacher! AU | Jimin X Reader | Smut | Part 7

Mature content ahead, sorry for any mistakes, and thanks for reading!

Yawning and stretching your arms above your head, you rolled onto your side in the bed. God, your head was pounding. Thank god the mattress was soft, at least. What the hell had you done to deserve a killer headache like this one? Wait. Shooting upright in the bed - perhaps a bit too quick for your hazy mind to handle - you looked around you. Memories began to flood back into your head of the previous night, and you groaned. With a chant of, 'No no no no no no,' you grabbed your phone from the bedside table, checking the time. 2pm. Just peachy. Your surroundings were foreign to you, and it took your confuddled brain to comprehend where you were: you were in your teacher's bedroom. Head spinning, you hastily scrolled through your texts from the previous night, and you desperately wished you would never have to see Jimin. God, were you insane? Messaging him while drunk? It was a shock to you that he had picked you up. He must have been crazy, too, you decided. After recognising that you were most certainly not in your own house, a second realisation hit you like a truck. You were not in the clothes that you had been wearing at Taehyung's party. Flinging the covers of you, you were more than surprised at your new attire. Your attire was rather scarce, actually: you were dressed only in your underwear, and a large white shirt that you guessed was Jimin's. Damn. He'd seen you in your underwear. Well, that wouldn't be a first, so you had to rephrase that. He had seen drunk you in your underwear. And drunk you was never a good you, you were sure of that much. Although you would have loved to have stayed in Jimin's warm and cosy bed, you decided that you had to hunt him down in the house. Clambering out of the bed, you left the room, your mind still rather foggy. You felt rather embarrassed in only your underwear and Jimin's shirt, but you just had to suck it up, seeing as your dress from the night before was currently M.I.A. After descending a large staircase, you found yourself on the ground floor. You had to admit, Jimin's house was really nice. Suspiciously spacious for someone on a teacher's salary, for sure. Only one door was open, and the comforting aroma of frying pancakes wafting out of the doorway lead you to believe that room was most likely the kitchen. Timidly, you moved into the room, and sure enough, there was Jimin in this kitchen, frying pan in hand. Immediately, seeing Jimin eliminated any drowsiness from your body. How could anybody look so good? It was impossible for you to comprehend, in truth. He was in a white t-shirt and ripped black jeans, a simple yet flawless combination. In that moment you were positive that nobody had ever looked so good flipping pancakes. His eyes flipped up from the pan to you, and he smiled when he saw you. It was an amiable expression, but you knew not to underestimate him: you didn't neglect to notice the way his eyes lingered on your bare legs. 'Good morning,' you said nervously, your voice croaky. Fiddling with the hem of his shirt, you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. Not after your appalling behaviour. 'Technically, it's afternoon,' Jimin informed you, setting your cheeks alight with embarrassment. 'Have a seat,' he told you, nodding to a seat at the breakfast bar. You sat yourself down on the seat beside him that he had directed you to, and he set a plate of pancakes down in front of you, along with a glass of orange juice. 'Pancakes are the best cure for hangovers,' he explained, passing you a knife, fork and syrup. Still feeling shy, you nodded, and began to consume small bites of your very late breakfast. 'Um, where are my clothes?' you asked, who sat down beside you. 'You spilt vodka on your pretty little dress,' Jimin explained nonchalantly, 'so I changed you into one my shirts.' Nodding weakly, you continued.'I'm really sorry about last night.' Your voice was quiet, and you still didn't look at Jimin. 'First things first,' Jimin said, his tone stern, 'stop averting your gaze.' He grabbed the seat of your chair and swivelled you around, so you had no choice but to look at him, and your knees hit his. 'Let's not play around: we both know you're not shy,' Jimin teased, smirking at you. 'Second of all,' Jimin continued, 'don't apologise. I'm glad that you texted me.' Biting your lip, you looked at him, meeting his eyes. 'Why?' you questioned, thoroughly puzzled. Jimin smiled, and you were unsure which emotion was more prominent in his eyes: bitterness, or relief. 'By telling me that you were going to, 'get with,' the one who can't keep it in his pants, I knew to come and collect you. There was no way in hell that he was going to get to hear your pretty moans. Not anytime soon, not ever.' Pressing your thighs together tightly, you prayed he would fail to detect the profound effect his blatant statements were having on you. 'The one who can't keep it in his pants?' you quoted with a snort of laughter. 'Taehyung. It doesn't matter,' Jimin grumbled. Biting your lip, millions of questions raced through your mind. 'Why did you ignore me for so long?' you enquired, finally voicing the question that had pained you for days. Without hesitation, Jimin answered, 'Because, to be frank, you frighten me. I got one taste of you, and I was addicted to you. I couldn't stop thinking about you, and it drove me crazy. I never lose control of myself, yet I have no choice but to when you're involved.' Your cheeks burned as you asked, 'What are you saying then?' A low growl rumbled in Jimin's throat as he roughly tugged you from your seat, and into his lap. 'I'm saying,' he murmured darkly in your ear, 'That I need you. I was an idiot from holding back from you. And now I'm going to relent.' Jimin sunk his teeth into your neck, before licking his tongue upwards from your collarbone to your neck. He sucked the spot just below your ear, and you unconsciously wrapped your arms around his neck. 'You look so fucking hot in my shirt,' Jimin muttered against your skin, 'and now I'm going to remind you who you belong to. How about that, babygirl?' God, you were in for trouble.

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Penumbra, Part Two

The chaos was an overwhelming barrage of sound, from the winds building to a screaming intensity with lightning ripping through the fabric of sky and sending distorted and flat images on every flash. Aria lying on her back near the edge of the circle, eyes wide and face contorted with her own terror and mouth hideously agape with a scream that was swallowed by the cacophony, the building shook and shuddered beneath our feet as though the very earth herself were terrified of the monster that we had dared summon to this plane. I prayed for the forgiveness of my friends for our hubris and let myself be taken in their place. It was wrong to consider that we five held grand power over that which was God’s domain, we were not the judge, jury, or executioner to dictate the very whims of the universe he had spoken into existence. Glass shattered somewhere off in the darkness and a cat yowled its protest.

Cold fear compressed my chest, making it hard to breathe. I felt the seconds tick by as my heartbeat thudded in my temples like the mighty war drums in a building crescendo in its asynchronous beat. Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud. I wasn’t sure if I was more afraid that this would work or what to do should it fail. What would happen then? I swallowed hard, making use of every trick I knew to drag my focus back to what I needed to do. If Stella or I faltered in any capacity it would be all over. All the magics contained within that circle would be released and I didn’t want to know the outcome. Best case scenario, the volatile combination would self combust in an ethereal explosion that would likely level the warehouse. Or, they would be released, set out to do biddings that I didn’t even want to think of, let alone guess at. I focused on the milky opaque column of smoke and will and convinced myself that it was made of steel, impenetrable. This thing. This Kreischen. Would be trapped and be forced to do our bidding because there was no way I was going to let him out. Not now. Not ever.

“I’m here, you can stop with the theatrics now.”

My mental diatribe stumbled at the voice, smooth, rich and cultured, that cut through the surrounding madness so easily it was as though it were my own thoughts, imagining what he would be like and not coming from an external source. I renewed my will, enforcing the barrier so that nothing would get in or out of it once it was there. But I was not too far gone to notice one particularly spooky detail about my surroundings. Silence. Everything had gone still, deathly quiet as a tomb. No lightning flashed. No rain hammered on the roof, no cars were heard in the far off distance. Nothing. The only source of light came from our barrier, the silvery sheen of a full moon that waxed our surroundings in a softness. Our Luna was with us. I felt both comforted and soothed that she had come to our aide in a time so dire as this. The entire room crackled with magical power, it hummed, hissed, and spat like a live electrical wire that snapped through the air. And as I focused on the circle, it was as though reality itself was tearing itself apart.

I watched as the very air seemed to distort and stretch, the sort of way that it seems to above asphalt on the hot days of summer. It wavered and flickered, pulling at the edges. Stella stretched out and it seemed as though I was looking at her through those funny mirrors at the fair that make you fat or thin and despite my faith in my goddess and sisters I felt the cold fingers of fear start to crawl up my spine. It seemed to bulge, further and further until one by one the strands of reality seemed to snap beneath the pressure of what was contained within. Unlike Queen Mab’s entrance that had seemed to be graceful and as quiet as though she had always been there with us this seemed to take forever. My nerves fraying as each strand snapped and steadily opened a portal, the sounds of nails on chalkboard the only description I could ever hope to find as accurate as it seemed as though the earth itself fought his arrival. It took everything in me to stay focused, to not lose concentration and allow our barrier to weaken. I had no doubts that Stella would be doing the same.

At twelve feet in height the being that stepped out into the center of our circle dwarfed Aria. His skin glistened like ivory, with ebony hair so dark it only accentuated his paleness. Even with e was exquisitely handsome, well muscled, defined in the most perfect of places with a rippling washboard stomach, his shoulders and pecs were well defined and rounded and his arms were corded. And long legs that were well muscled and an ass I was sure could bounce an English ten pence piece off of. I would have to be dead to not notice the details of him, even warped and distorted by the portal closing behind him and the barrier surrounding him. Clothes, it seemed, were optional wherever this monster seemed to call home. He stood, watching us and to his credit, he did not seem concerned. In fact, to my horror, he seemed amused as he looked around at each of us. I fought to not let my gaze caress over him and especially not focus on a member that stood direct and arrogantly on display. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts and stop these wicked thoughts dancing around my thoughts. I focused on the barrier again, doing my best to ignore the excellent specimen in front of me. I will admit, ashamed, that I kept sneaking glances, as though I was afraid he would vanish and I selfishly wanted every memory of him.

“Kreischen,” he spoke, his lips perfectly formed, luxuriously plump, ideal to spend hours kissing upon, the mere sound of his voice induced a full body shiver. It was warm and spiced, as though he were a potent and fiery whiskey, smooth and potent. “Fitting. I think.” The smile was coy, laced with intent and danger as he looked over each of us in turn. When he came to me, I am ashamed to admit I wanted him to pick me, when those eyes traced over me I felt it to my core. My body clenched, my nipples pearled, my breathing turned ragged. I imagined his long fingers on me. I imagined trying to take his shaft and feeling split in half. God Above, I can’t believe what I imagined, what, I thought, in that moment, I needed. I wanted him to pick me, in that moment, to breed with me, to do whatever I could to make him happy. I wanted to desecrate myself upon him, I wanted to do all that was unholy with him. God Above, even after confession, I still feel wrong, I still feel dirty, knowing that whenever I see him I still want him, that I still long for him.

“Ah,” I looked away, disappointed that he didn’t pick me as he looked down. A flush of envy teasing my cheeks red but also a great disappointment in myself for my untoward thoughts. “I see you already picked one for me.” He stood over Aria, his engorged erection twitching ever so subtly as he obviously looked her over, his eyes taking in every detail. “A sacrifice,” he murmured, licking his lips with a long tongue, “how, quaint.” He reached out slowly, it all seemed to pass by in slow motion as it worked itself towards her cheek, as if just content to touch her. It moved by slowly, I found myself anticipating it, desiring it for myself. I shuddered as I watched, my thighs tightening together when suddenly within moments, everything changed.

“Back you foul beast of the devil!” Aria snatched into her brassiere and pulled out a silver chain, a crucifix, that sparkled with a radiant ethereal glow. It shook in her hand but the change was immediate. Kreischen snatched his hand back with a shocked cry, and thus encouraged, Aria stumbled forward towards him. It was in this altercation that I noticed details I had not noticed before. I noticed the great wings of a metallic copper that shot out to help balance the creature as he stumbled back. I noticed the long horns that seemed to grace the top of his head like a copper crown, where his feet should be were instead hooves of the same. And still, with all of his inhumanity, I wanted him. I stood watching, though everything screamed in me to go and rescue him, to shove Aria aside and claim him for myself. If she would not have him I would I would take him, I would gladly submit before him. He stumbled back, great hooves slamming heavily onto the broken concrete around us. “I will not be touched by the likes of a beast!” Her cry of outrage and power shook us all, the barrier radiated light from her own inner strength. Powered, enchanted by nothing more than her will that he not escape her wrath.

“Stop, you can’t” His cry was indigent as she swung at him, his arms coming up to defend himself as though she swung a sword.

“I can and will!” She swung again and he cried out as the metal touched his skin, stumbling from her, his shape bouncing back and forth between horrific things, living shadow, a being with four arms, another with great boils marring every inch of his skin. She swung again and he stumbled away from her, barely avoiding the strike.

She gorged on her self found power, driving him about the room as he fought to stay upright. It would have been amusing had I been in another mind. This great creature sent to stumbling away away from a being that didn’t even quite reach his waist. She shook the crucifix, nothing more than a plain stamped silver, traditional, without embellishment. It glowed in the radiant light, a bright beacon of hope, of promise. I focused on it. Forced myself to ignore Kreischen as he fell to the floor heavily on his back, staring up at the tiny woman that climbed on him and stood there holding the pendant out like a torch, a beacon. “You will not touch me!” Her cry was indigent rage as she stared at him, her breast exposed from her grabbing her hidden weapon but I do not think it even crossed her mind. She stood there, the unlikely heroine, the girl who when faced with evil did the right thing, the proper thing. I was shamed. I was not as strong as she, I had faltered before his spell, and even now, with him laying sprawled out with his hands above his head, cowering in fear, I wanted him. I wanted to climb on top of his throbbing cock and ride it, to feel how good it would feel. I was not as strong as she, and that would forever haunt me.

“You will listen to us demon! We are the ones that control you.” She lashed out and his head slammed against the barrier with a solid thud as she connected there was a spiderweb and a crackle as the energies held and the spiderwebbing slowly faded away to the opaque milky hue. “Do you understand me?” Her eyes were wild and fierce, Joan of Arc, her negligee transformed there into the suit a suit of holy armor, beautiful and powerful was she. And here I was, a wild hormonal mess that stood quivering, barely able to hold a shield together, thought it hardly seemed necessary with how well Aria seemed to be handling him.

She swung again, aiming for his face, his hands came up. But she cried out in shock and I looked closer, seeing his hand wrapped about her wrist, holding it in place, the crucifix not an inch in front of him. His green eyes tracked up to her, and his voice was strong, steady, as though he had not just been chased about his confines by this girl. His lips pulled into a smile and I felt my stomach clench. “So,” his voice was sultry with amusement, “should I ruin the foreplay and tell you that your little charm doesn’t work?”

She snarled and lurched around trying to wrench her hands free of his grasp. “I will not listen to you demon! I will not be swayed by your lying tongue and devil’s poison!” She was near hysterical in her rage, jerking and pulling, trying to free herself from him.

He smiled more at her, his green eyes flashing with some predatory feral need. “I,” the sound was barely more than a whisper, and yet I heard it with the crisp clarity as if he had whispered it in my ear, “am no demon.” His tongue slid over the trinket, long and coy it teased the metal with a sinful grace that left me wanton with my need for him, even as my horror grew. He licked the silver metal with the luxurious coy talent of one well versed in the more carnal arts. His eyes never once left hers. I knew because I was watching his, secretly wishing I was the one he watched like that. How desperate was I to long for such a thing?

I saw the horror filling her eyes as he continued his ministrations of her medallion, tears springing to the edges of her eyes as he caressed it with his tongue and lips, his fingers lightly stroking her wrists where he held them firm and fast. “No,” she licked her lips as she watched him, “no, no no no.”

“Ah,” his rich voice came again, “you finally understand what’s going to happen to you. Don’t you.” It was a beautifully wicked thing, sharp as a blade and yet as beautiful as a master’s finest craft. “You finally realize that it’s hopeless, that I have you. That you are going to be taken by me. Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle the first time.” His voice held wicked anticipation and promise.

“Kreischen, enough.” Marie’s voice faltered slightly as she spoke, but still she gained the giants attention for a moment. “We control you here, and I will not allow you to touch her.” His laugh was mocking as he looked at Marie. She shook her head as though trying to clear it, and I was grateful I was not the only one having issues with this creature, though it seemed I was having the hardest time of it. Only Aria seemed immune. “Aria, come here girl.”

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” Kreischen let her scrabble off him and start across the circle towards Marie, his words froze her in place and Marie stared at him. Most times a demon, even the small imps we summoned on occasion, were desperate to be free, he would view it as a way to get free, he would beg her to cross, to ruin the circle. It was clear that we were dealing with something far more sinister than a simple imp.

“She can leave you know, and there’s nothing you can do to stop her.” Marie’s voice faltered again as she struggled to stand tall as the giant lifted himself back to his full height, wings folding neatly behind him and promptly my mind forgot they existed as I feasted on the rest of him.

“I am the pinnacle of destruction. What can go wrong will go wrong. I, am your worst fear, and yet your greatest hope. I am the unknown, nameless, blameless, the tipping point, chaos, and anarchy.” He laughed, a cruel laugh, a humorless laugh. It made fear crawl down my spine at the thought of disappointing him, of somehow not being what he wanted me to be. I would give him everything if only he would smile again. God Above I needed to focus. I watched him lift something in his hand and watch as Aria got dragged towards him. It took my sex fueled mind a few moments to realize that he had in his hand the severed end of Aria’s binding rope. Horrified I looked down at saw that it had been severed by the razor wire, though we had been exceedingly careful. “So, you see here. She is mine, until I have my fill of her here. Unless you feel like risking that unknown and all.” The great shoulders shrugged, as though it were of no consequence to him of her choice and started pulling the shrieking Aria towards him with the rope. She screamed and flailed, scrabbling at the concrete as she begged and pleaded. It was horrifically musical and I found myself again, envying Aria, wishing I could run to him, rather than away from him. How little the poor girl knew, but, soon she would be taught. Soon she would know.

“I can make you sure you stay on this plane.” Aria stopped moving backward, I groaned in sexual disappointment, deprived of coherent thought as I just ached for his touch, begging for him to take me. I was struggling to control myself, struggling to remember why it was a bad idea to run to him and throw myself upon him.

“I’m listening.”