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laffynit · 1 day
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Grayson and Jason before I ruined Jason’s face and quite erased the whole thing (ft the mechanical pencil I found on the floor in science)
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abbyromanoff · 10 months
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Request! Fem!reader x Natasha. Reader is hunting natasha as she is an assassin. Natasha (pre-shield) in her freelance days, captures Reader and tortures her using sex (not letting her cum etc) to see who is hunting her. They turn into “enemies with benefits” if u yk what I mean
NEVER KNOW
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PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader
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WARNINGS: smut, dark themes, kidnapping, mentions of killing, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denials, enemies to lovers typa feel, strap on usage, think that’s all :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
“You can take one more-“
“No,”
“Yes, you can.” She demanded, and you had no choice but to listen and comply. Her cock teased your g-spot with every thrust and led your mouth to part in a loud moan. The harness around her hips brought a small brush of the clit, causing her pace to quicken in hopes of reaching a further state of arousal.
“P..please, I can’t t-take anymore.” You mumbled out quietly, teary eyes glancing towards the woman in hopes of mercy being shown. But you didn’t even know if you truly wanted mercy, you just wanted her.
She was meant to be your enemy, the one you’d capture and turn in for your boss's approval, but it didn’t end the way you expected. Instead, you laid on a slightly hardened bed, your back beginning to ache with every thrust - but she didn’t care, she enjoyed this.
“Fucking slut. You like this, hm? You like Daddy fucking this tight cunt?” Her hands tightened on your hips that were raised to meet her liking, it had been like this for what felt like hours.
You knew there was a slim chance of even spotting her, not to mention taking her in as a prisoner. She was a highly trained assassin, the best of the best, you had no chance of coming close. Fury practically set you up for failure, and now you were stuck as her slave.
“Fuck, I’m- I’m close, baby.” This was her third orgasm in the last twenty-two minutes, and you wondered how that was even possible. Either way, you accepted the shots of cum that she let seep into your womb. The strap was designed with tech to release artificial cum, but you began wondering if it was even fake. If she had gotten this, stating she has been waiting to use it on you, who knows if she adjusted the settings or not? It would be difficult to do so, yet she could do anything she set her mind to, she was just that good.
“Gonna be such a good girl for your Daddy, yeah? You wanna be a good slut for me?” You nodded, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. She slapped them, gripping onto your left mound and tweaking the sore nipple. You bit your lip, nearly crying from the sensation.
“Can’t wait for these to leak milk for me. Fuck, I just know you’ll taste so fucking good.” She pressed her hungry lips to the hard bud, moaning as she imagined the sweet liquid. This didn’t distract her, though. No, she continued to let her pelvis bone slap against yours painfully. The room was filled with the sound of cheeks clapping together and reeked of sweat and sex. It was like a taunt, as if the air wanted to show you how humiliating and disgusting you were.
“P-please, Nat, I need to cum…so- bad!” Your nails raked down her back, clawing at the skin as she hissed in pain. Blood began to drip, and she only hummed in delight.
“Soon, baby girl, Daddy gets to cum first.” She already had multiple times, but that didn’t stop her. She wanted to make you suffer, it brought her enjoyment.
“I can’t h-hold on-“
“Yes, you can.” She retorted in a rough manner. You couldn’t listen to her anymore, you needed to finish. It was becoming unbearable, you couldn’t control yourself.
“Did- did you just-“ Came her voice after a few moments. You debated on how to get away with it, but you knew the punishment would be worse. But you didn’t care, you needed this more than she could imagine.
“I- I’m sorry, Nat-“ A slap came to your face, causing your skin to start reddening.
“You don’t get to call me that. You’re such an ungrateful fucking whore, can’t even wait till I give permission.” You sniffled quietly, and she only groaned in response.
“I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy ‘till I’m satisfied, you got that? And then maybe I’ll consider letting you cum. But for now, you’re my bitch and you’re gonna fucking act like it.”
“Yes, Daddy..”
It would be a long night, and you wouldn’t change this for the world.
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straylightdream · 2 years
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Took her to the heaven's in a carriage - 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢
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𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: seo changbin x f.reader
↳ You’re too late, had your wife at my house for two days. Should be obvious the reason she stayed with me.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cheating (readers husband is a jerk. Mentions of him manipulating and cheating on them) smut warning below the cut.
𝐚𝐧: part of a series called ohmami of short one shots inspired by Chase Atlantic songs. This one was inspired by Too Late. If you would like to be tagged in all stories for this series or a specific boys please fill out this form.
𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex (the reader is on birth control), consensual filming during sex, edging, choking (f.receiving), lots of dirty talk, name calling such as princess, baby, slut and whore. Changbin degrades the reader but she’s okay with it. Lots of mentions of cheating during sex. Handjob (m. receiving), creampie, Breast play, ass smacking (once), masterbation, dom changbin (he tries to act hard but he’s soft).
The difference between heaven and hell was the difference between the two lives you led. You should be in hell that you’re cheating on your terrible husband who manipulates you any chance he gets. He’s led you to believe you were worthless before you met him, but instead you’re in heaven as you find yourself spread out naked on Changbin’s bed.
Loud moans echo off the walls with the sounds of skin slapping skin. He sits back on his hunches slamming his hips into yours at a quick pace. One hand grips your breast while holding your throat applying the perfect amount of pressure. Your body feels like a live wire. You’ve been on the brink of falling apart for twenty minutes. Anytime you get close to the edge he pulls out of you quickly staring at you with a crooked smile.
“Not yet princess, have you earned it?”
Both your hands grip the cotton sheets below you trying to ground yourself. You’re on the verge of sobbing if he denies your release one more time.
“Changbin,” you plead. “Baby I’m so close.”
“Am I really your baby when you won’t leave him?” He’s taunting you like he always does. He knows you just can’t simply leave your husband. You’ve told him all the terrible things he says to you. He knows you’re scared to walk away.
“Binnie it’s not that simple.”
“Oh I know a pretty girl,” he grins, reaching for his phone that’s on the bed next to him. “Princess, can I film you?” This isn’t a request out of nowhere. You learned early on in your affair he loves filming you together.
“Always,” you moan, reaching between your legs.
He pressed a record on his phone. The camera focused in between your legs.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“No-“ you want to tease him. Even though he tries to act stern and hard with you, you know that he will fold the moment you say please. “But I want to come so badly,” you smile.
“Go on finish the job,” the camera stays focused on your core as two of your fingers enter you. Your eyes are focused on him as he films you. There is something so intoxicating knowing he can watch all these videos back anytime he wants to.
“Binnie,” you moan his name like a prayer pumping your fingers into yourself over and over again. One hand gropes your breast, tweaking your nipple for more stimulation. Biting your bottom lip you hold back a moan.
“Are you going to come?”
“I want to so badly.”
“Be a good little slut and then I’ll fuck you so hard you forget your husband even exist,” your eyes roll back in your head as you come practically screaming his name. The guilt ridden feeling of him mentioning your husband does nothing to detour your orgasm washing over your body. Pulling your hand away from your body, your chest rises and falls as you ride out your high.
Your eyes open and you find the camera still on you. The guilty feeling washes away as you sit up. Reaching between you stroke his thick length. He focuses the camera between your two bodies. Your husband was cheating on you long before you had met Changbin. Stuck in a toxic marriage you can’t afford to leave your husband. When you’re home with him playing house, pretending he’s not fucking his business partner that’s hell. The only time you find yourself in heaven is when you’re with Changbin.
“Baby I want you from behind,” he groans, closing his phone, tossing it on the bed as you continue pumping his thick length.
Resting on all fours he thrust into you at a rough pace. His hands grip your hips pounding into you. You find yourself in this position with him quite often. Gasping with each drag of his thick cock touches just the right spot inside you.
“Should I send him those videos of you?” He groans, snapping his hips into yours. You moan turned on by his dirty words. “Should I tell him he’s too late? Tell him you’ve been here the last two days?” He’ll never actually do this or ever show anyone the videos he has of you but his heated words turn you on, when you know deep down inside they shouldn’t. Your hands grip the sheet below you as you find your release once again, but this time Changbin is thrusting into you over and over again helping you ride out your high. His hand smacks your ass once making you moan even louder as your walls contract around his length. His thrust gets sloppier as he finds himself falling apart, he finishes inside you painting your walls white. He moans your name like a prayer as his high washes over him. He removes himself from you as you collapse on the bed. Rolling onto your back your legs are spread. You feel his release slowly dripping from your used core. He hops off the bed and comes back with a warm wash cloth wiping away his release without saying anything. He tosses the cloth in the hamper before joining you back in bed. The room is silent as you both lay there fully coming down from both your highs.
There are a million things you want to say to him but you don’t know how. You love him and you know this hurts him knowing he never fully has you.
“Baby?” He breaks the silence as he is still staring up at the ceiling.
“Yeah?”
“Leave him.” You heart drops laying on your side reach out resting your hand on top of his.
“I can’t afford to leave him. I’ll have nothing if I do.” You’ve thought about leaving your husband every day since the first time you kissed Changbin.
“Money isn’t my concern. I’m paying for you to divorce him.” You learned very quickly early on that Seo Changbin was an extremely rich man. You knew that paying for your divorce would cost practically nothing to him.
“Changbin, that's really sweet, but I don’t have anywhere to go if I leave him.” You’re trying to be reasonable. Even though your heart is screaming at you to take Changbin’s offer. You have to think about how expensive this is. And that you know your husband will fight to make sure you don’t leave him.
“If you want to stay with him I won’t force you to leave him, but just know I can’t do this anymore. I can’t share with you and pretend it’s okay. I can’t just pretend I’m not in love with you. So please leave him and move in with me.” He’s putting his cards out on the table. You know he loves you, he likes to say it after you have sex or during your more domestic moments you share with him.
“It’s going to be expensive for me to divorce him.” He needs to know that this isn’t cheap. “He’s also not going to make it easy.”
“I know and I don’t care. I’ll drop all that money in a heartbeat, and I will fight like hell for you.” He rolls over on his side. His hand rests on your cheek dragging his thumb gently across your skin.
“Do you love me that much?”
“With all my fucking heart.” He smiles.
“Okay tomorrow while he’s at work we need to pack up my stuff. I’ll tell him tomorrow night.” You’re doing it. You’re going to escape your loveless marriage. Changbin wants you to help you escape hell and bring you back to heaven.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
Leaning forward you press your lips to his for a heated kiss. You move your body so Changbin is laying on the bed with you resting on top of him. Your lips move together as his fingers tangle in your hair. Pulling your lips away you tug on his bottom lip.
“I love you more than I ever loved him. I want to be with only you.”
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ladykailitha · 1 year
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Royal Pain Part 12
Hello! I managed to get this finished before bed. So tada!
Steve and Eddie aren’t on the same page yet, and Eddie fucks up.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11
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As he drove Robin and Erica back to her apartment, (Robin refused to be in the same room as them because of how absolutely gooey they were around each other) Steve’s anticipation for tonight was ramping up. He had stopped by the store to get all the ingredients for tonight.
He pulled out his best wok and washed the rice, getting it started cooking before he did anything else. He cleaned and chopped the vegetables, getting them in the wok first. Once they were about half way done, he pulled them out and set them to the side.
He then cut up the chicken and started cooking it up. Then he made the sauce in the wok with the chicken pushed to the one side and then he mixed them together. He added the vegetables last, warming them through so that they had a crisp but not hard bite to them. He was tossing the mixture in the sesame seeds when the doorbell rang.
He dashed over to the door and opened it.
Eddie stood on the other side, hands shoved into his pockets and big smile on his face. ��Hey-ya, Stevie!”
Steve blushed. “Come on in,” he said, stepping out of the way. “You’re right on time. I just finished making dinner.”
Eddie slipped past Steve and into the apartment. “Smells great. I can’t wait. I’ve been telling the guys about it all weekend. They are insanely jealous by the way.”
Steve smiled. “What? Can none of them cook?” He led Eddie over to the table where he started to plate up the chicken.
Eddie grinned. “Sadly, their talents lie in music and not cooking.” He sat down. “Gethin, Gareth’s twin can bake, but that’s really not the same thing as cooking.”
Steve chuckled. “No. Cooking once you know the basic rules can be tweaked in all sorts of ways. Don’t eat pork, dark meat of fowl like chicken or turkey will work. Or tofu if you’re vegetarian or vegan. Baking though? Gluten intolerant? Fuck you then, because you have to replace more than just the one ingredient you have to find three things to replace it so it acts the same way.”
Eddie nodded. “I call baking alchemy and cooking art.”
Steve smiled. “That sounds about right. Chopsticks or forks?”
“Chopsticks if you have ‘em,” Eddie said.
Steve went to the drawer and pulled out four black chopsticks with a silver band on top. He handed two to Eddie and kept two for himself.
“These are nice,” Eddie said, immediately digging into his food. “Wow. Shit, dude. So good.”
Steve blushed and took a bite of his food. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Where did you learn to cook so good?” Eddie asked around a bit of food.
Steve flushed. “It was either learn how to cook or eat take out every night when my parents were gone.”
Eddie looked up through his lashes. “Yeah, how often were they gone?”
Steve rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I think a better question would be when weren’t they gone?”
Eddie frowned. “What do you mean?”
Steve set down his chopsticks and sighed. “Look, you went to high school with me, you know I was famous for the ragers I threw. Do you know why I could throw those parties?”
Eddie half shrugged. “I never really thought about it. I was never on the guest list.”
Steve snorted. “Like I had any control of the guest list. That was all Tommy and Carol. Seriously. After my second concussion in two years that had me benched in every sport I was in except swimming, I realized they didn’t care about me. They only cared that I had absent parents, a cleaner that came every other day, and a huge house with swimming pool in the back.”
Eddie winced. “Is that why the parties stopped that last part of your senior year?”
Steve nodded. “So yeah, I learned how to cook to prevent myself from getting into bad eating habits and I just kept it up. I enjoy it. Not like tattooing but it’s fun.”
“Sorry,” Eddie murmured. “I sometimes forget that high school was almost a decade ago. You look so much like you did back then that I forget that all that shit is just water under the bridge. But I’m trying.”
Steve smiled softly. “And I appreciate it. I really do. Actually, one of my apprentices actually went to high school with us, too.”
Eddie tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, would I know them?”
“Would you know head cheerleader,” Steve said with a smirk, “and then girlfriend of the captain of the basketball team you final senior year?”
Eddie leaned his head forward. “Chrissy? Chrissy Cunningham? Are you shitting me right now?”
Steve shook his head.
“Hell yeah,” Eddie said with a grin. “Of course I remember her. Great girl. Glad she broke it off with that Carver kid though. He was one of those Christians that forgot the main principle the dude taught was to love everyone.”
Steve nodded. “I hear he’s one of those wackos that go around to public streets and harass poor people about religion for YouTube views.”
“Fuck, really?” Eddie hissed. “I guess I can’t say I’m surprised. Lucky dodge for Chrissy then. You thinking of snapping up that girl?”
Steve felt as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped right over his head. He thought that this was a date. He had done it again. Presumed too much.
“No,” he said softly. “Robin has a better chance with her then I do. Apparently she is a lesbian.”
Eddie furrowed his brow a little, wondering about the sudden mood switch.
“Good for her,” is all he said.
The night got awkward and stayed that way until Eddie got up to go home.
“See you tomorrow?” Eddie asked trying to at least salvage some part of the evening.
Steve cocked his head to the side. “Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, you’re starting on the sword tomorrow, right?” Eddie asked, heart in his throat.
Steve confusion clears. “Of course! I can’t wait. I’m really excited to start working on it.” He gives Eddie’s wrist a squeeze. “I thought we made plans that I had forgotten about. No. Of course I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Eddie relaxed a little bit and nodded.
Steve closed the door gently behind him.
*
Jeff was brushing his teeth to get ready for bed when there was a pounding on his door. He looked over at Mandy and frowned.
“You expecting anyone, babe?” she asked, after spitting into the sink.
Jeff shook his head. He rinsed out his mouth and padded to the door. He opened it to reveal a jumpy Eddie.
Jeff rolled his head from side to side. “You do know Mandy’s got work in the morning, right?”
Eddie nodded. “I fucked up with Stevie and I don’t know what I did but I really need my best friend right now.”
“Come on in,” Mandy said from behind Jeff. “I’ll get you two a beer.”
Eddie sat on their ratty sofa, his knee jiggling with restless energy. Mandy handed them the beers and kissed Jeff’s cheek.
“Don’t stay up too late.”
Jeff watched as she walked back to their bedroom. Once the door was closed he turned to Eddie. “Right start at the top. What do you mean you fucked things up with Steve?”
“I don’t know, man!” Eddie said after downing half of the bottle in one go. “Things were going great, dinner was amazing. It got a little awkward when he said he learned how to cook because his parents were never home and then bam! The bottom opened up and I left earlier then I expected because the air was so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife.”
Jeff closed his eyes and then opened them again. “Tell me everything. Leave nothing out. Knowing you like I do, you probably said something you didn’t think was important, but really, really was.”
Eddie sighed and went through the whole conversation.
Jeff buried his head in his hands and groaned. “Dude, tell me you really didn’t ask Steve if he was going bang one of his apprentices, you know one of the people that work for him?”
Eddie scoffed, waving his hand. “I was joking.”
“Did Steve know that?” Jeff prodded.
Eddie opened his mouth and then closed it. He opened it again, but no sound would come out. He snapped it shut and frowned. “Maybe not?”
Jeff waved his hand at him. “Also seriously, dude. What kind of messed up fucker asks his crush if he wants to bang some chick?”
Eddie’s jaw dropped. “Oh shit.”
“Look I don’t know this guy,” Jeff said. “Not well enough anyway. If this was Gareth or Brian, I could tell exactly what he was thinking. But I don’t and you don’t either. Which means you didn’t just fuck up, Eddie. You fucked up bad. So you’re going to have to grovel. And I do mean grovel. Flowers, dinner, the works.”
“Yeah,” Eddie said breathing out a shuddering sigh. “Yeah, man. Fuck. What if I messed things up with for good?”
Jeff shook his head. “I don’t know. I guess endure the most awkward thirty hours of your life?”
“Shit.”
*
The first thing Eddie did that morning was call the shop.
“Royal Pain, this is Robin, how can I help you today?”
“Birdie,” Eddie greeted. “Is Steve around?”
Robin sighed heavily. “He’s working with Chrissy at the moment, I can take a message?”
Eddie sighed. “No, no. It’s fine. It’s actually you I wanted to speak to anyway.”
“Is this about last night?” she asked.
Eddie blinked away the tears that formed at the thought that Steve had told her about it. “I’m trying to grovel and need a list of his faves so that I make it up to him for being an absolute ass.”
Eddie could feel Robin’s grin through the phone. “Right. Where do you want me to start?”
They talked for a good twenty minutes before she said, “Look, I’ve got another call coming in. That should be enough to start with. Hop to it, doofus. I want to see it, capeesh?”
“I read you loud and clear,” Eddie said.
“Good.”
***
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stevenssticks · 1 year
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I STARTED A REVOLUTION SO THIS ONE’S FOR THE GWORLS‼️ FIRST TIME WITH STEVE VAI IM BEGGING WE ARE STARVING!! 🖤‼️
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you asked and you shall receive bb<3
idk if you mean first time with steve or EVER so i’m going with first time ever to make it all sweet and loving
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okay 1. he’s tall like 6’0 tall and ughh him w someone shorter than him is so💗💗💗💗
and like imagine him being older than reader by like maybe 10 years? not a crazy age gap compared to some other relationships but like it’s still significant. and he’s so much more experienced than you (aka you have none basically, besides getting fingered like once and giving head a couple times)
when you express this to him he’s so gentle and sweet about it. not childlike, you’re an adult and are definitely mature. not innocent. but he also makes sure to establish the fact that whatever you two do is at your pace. ohhh and the pet names!!!!! “honey” “sweetheart” UGHHH
anyway after some over the clothes touching, maybe a few times where he let you get off on his fingers, you finally feel ready to go all the way with him.
he gets you all laid out on the bed, naked while he’s stripped down to his boxers. he’s already so turned on, you can see how hard he is even through the fabric. you have a little wet spot on your panties from rubbing yourself on his thigh earlier, before panting out “wanna do it. wanna do it tonight.” in which steve ofc specified exactly what you mean. which led you to the position you’re in now.
steve being the gentleman he is makes sure to work you up before he properly fucks you. he gets down on his stomach in between your thighs, leaving kitten licks over your clothed cunt before pulling your underwear off and really going in. he sucks at your clit while he pushes a finger in you, then two, stretching you out for his cock. you’ve got your hands in his hair, grabbing and manipulating the strands. steve moans into you at this, and it makes you go absolutely wild. you can feel the bed move slightly and when you look down steve’s got his eyes closed, still sucking your clit while his hips push into the bed. fuck. he’s getting off on getting you off. what a fuckin dream.
once steve has you all loose on his fingers, he pushes back up into his knees, getting off the bed momentarily to shimmy out of his boxers. he’s long and pretty pink, you can tell he’s throbbing from where you lay on the bed waiting for him.
steve grabs a pillow that’s not cushioning your head to slide under your hips, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible before saying a little “okay, sweetheart?” in which you melt. answering with a quiet approval and then steve is pushing into you, and then you’re gone.
the stretch is so good, so delicious and perfect. he’s praising you, telling you how well you’re doing, how good you feel coupled with moans of his own. shimmying his hips to nudge deeper into you until he’s buried to the base. he leans over you, bringing you in for a kiss as he starts to move, lifting one of your legs to secure around his hip.
“fffuck you feel so good. oh shit..” steve murmurs into your skin. hips circling and pushing in and out of you so slowly before he picks up the pace. one of his hands is cradling your jaw, while the other roams up your torso. tweaking your nipples before skating down to press on your stomach so he can feel himself in you. “you feel that? that’s me. so deep in you honey. taking me so well.” (AAAAA)
he moves even further down to rub your clit, slow tight circles that make your brain feel like it’s seeping out through your ears. your eyes roll back and you’re suddenly hit with your orgasm, fast and hard. legs trembling and a couple tears falling from your eyes that steve kisses away as they fall.
“that’s it pretty.. did so well. just a little longer, you’re gonna make me cum. ohh fuck. fuck! m’ cumming-!”
and then steve is spilling inside you. you thank the lord you’re on birth control in that moment as you lay there with steve on top of you, breathing each other in and basking in the moment together<3
WOAH THATS A LOT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I’D WRITE. ENJOY!
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evansbby · 1 year
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took me a half hour to finish it, but.. god. from the moment we see omega, we’re immediately drawn to her the way all the poyt!boys are. steve. peter. bucky. but the captivating love between steve and omega is just… wow. i’ve HATED steve for the way he’s been, his refusal to break himself out of his big bad alpha mindset. the ending was everything i needed and wanted. love, safety, comfort. yes, it was hard and a long journey and painful but they pulled through and seeing steve with little rosie and being so soft and careful with her and UGH. i just love it. i LOVE this. from omegas growth and the way she defends and protects herself from bucky to STEVE’S growth and the way he BELIEVES her. it’s him being confident in his love of omega, in her faithfulness to him. he knows she wouldn’t cheat on him when before his insecurities led him to believe maybe she would. AND MRS. SARAH ROGERS? i LOVE her. and mr. rogers heart eyes for her? i loved that even more. another little note, steve saying she’ll be fine. dad said she’ll be fine so she’ll be fine, god, that broke my heart and i could see steve literally pretending everything is okay but internally being so goddamn afraid and in denial. them being parents and steve watching omega with just?? such adoration??? and being OPEN and listening and loving and just everything we ever needed him to be. thank you. thank you for being such an incredible writer and creating this.. whole universe. with bucky. and sam. and steve. and omega. and rosie. mr. and mrs. rogers. thank you, you beautiful soul.
Bestie let me just say this first: DAMN YOU ARE A FAST READER! Like half an hour?!? To read all that!?! Wow! I’m replying to this message days later and putting it as a draft to post later this week, but I remember reading this on the night I posted it and I was sooo shocked how quickly you read it!
I’m so happy you commented on the growth of the two main characters! This chapter ultimately was all about growth, with Steve but also with omega! In many ways, they are still the same. Steve will always be domineering and controlling and he has his set views BUT it’s in the little things and tweaks to his character, how he’s just that little bit softer 🥹🥹 (but only with omega and their BABY GIRL🥺🥺)
And omega is still shy and insecure and awkward and quiet… but she was able to stand up for herself at the very end. (Tbh she always stood up to Bucky, if you look back. Every time they had an interaction, she stood up to him in some way, which I love. It’s just this time she REALLY told him what she thought)
And yes 🥺 Steve in denial about his mother’s sickness. In a way it’s very befitting, we all know how delulu this man is! But yeah, I wanted it to be very heartbreaking.
Thank you soooo much bestie!!! 💖💖🙏🏼🙏🏼😭
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tamlinsbedroom · 3 years
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Smut Request? Tamlin x Reader, Tamlin takes reader out to Pool of Starlight and they just do the deed there? like they have a heart to heart about Tamlin's issues and they just have a romantic moment there
The Pool of Starlight
Warning(s): Smut, light angst
YOUR POV
You and Tamlin after dining at breakfast grew quite bored. There weren’t, after all, a lot of things to do in the spring court when there weren’t any festivals.
There was one thing, however, that you both enjoyed doing to pass the time. And so, you both set out in the afternoon on your horses to ride up to the pool.
Silently, Tamlin began to undress you himself. Pulling the straps of your dress down, watching it slide down your body and pool at your feet. Taking off your bra was his favorite part, as he mastered undoing it with just one hand. As he pulled down your underwear, he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your pelvis. You held his face in your hands, pressing your lips into his. The kiss deepened quickly, his tongue delving into mouth. Tamlin truly was a brilliant kisser, you thought to yourself.
He shed his clothes quickly, his noticeably hard member standing up in arousal. You made sure he saw you look down at it and smirked. In response, he shook his head with a grin and playfully slapped your ass. He led you into the glowing pool until you were both fully submerged, your fronts pressed into each other.
“Tam…I wanted to talk to you about something.” You spoke softly, lifting your head from his chest to meet his emerald orbs. He looked back at you in curiosity, his ears peeking up.
“I know you have so much hurt buried deep inside your…” You laid your hand over his beating heart. “It’s not good to keel it inside and let it burst like you do sometimes.”
He looked down, shame apparent on his face. You raised his chin.
“No, I could never be shameful of you. I love you with every fiber of my being. I simply just ask you to talk to me. Stop hiding your feelings and then lashing out when something gets out of your control. I want to help you…let me please…” Your eyes filled with tears, a stray one sliding down your cheek. The high lord kisses your eyelids ever so softly, as if the action itself would chase the tears away.
“I know. I know…and I’m sorry for bottling it up. I just—I’m afraid Y/N…” He paused, putting his forehead against yours. “I’m so afraid.”
You peppered his face in kisses in reply, kissing his forehead, nose, each cheek, and finally his lips. You pulled away before you couldn’t so that you could press hot kisses into his jugular. Gently sucking on the flesh and soothing it with your tongue.
All the while your high lord kneaded your breasts in his skilled hands, tweaking and pulling at each nipple. You both were reaching your peak of not being united fully, you soon became aware when you noticed how he was subtly grinding against your thigh.
“I need you. Now.” You breathed, looking deep into his eyes that were glowing from the starlight. He growled in response, spinning you around and holding your right leg up with his hand. He guided his cock to your entrance, pushing in completely.
“You feel so good each time…” He mumbled into your neck, giving you time to adjust.
What you both did next could hardly be described merely as fucking. No, you and the lord of spring were making love in the purest form possible. His gently thrusts coaxed you into a world of pleasure and dreams. Tamlin reached around to rub the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs just the way you liked.
What came next was a symphony of moans, grunts, and mumbled “i love you’s” as you both climaxed. Your souls intertwined at that moment, the warmth lulling you into peace.
He stayed inside you for a while after that, simply holding you from behind and kissing your bare shoulders.
“I love you Y/N. Thank you…I’m going to do better. For you and my court. I promise.”
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foli-vora · 4 years
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praise you
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A/N: Kicking my fic blog off with my husband, my baby, my sweet boy, Francisco Morales. I would die/kill for that man, no questions asked. I’ve been so scared to do this and share my writing but I feel good today so I’m doing this before I change my mind! I hope you enjoy, and I have so much more to come!
Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/f!reader
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: swearing and some (lots) kisses, super brief mention of love making but nothing descriptive (I’m new to warnings so please let me know if I ever miss anything and I’ll add it asap!)
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It wasn’t meant to just come out like it did.
There was a plan. A whole plan that had been running through his mind for the last couple months. He had thought through every little detail, obsessed over every second that would count down to it. It should be perfect. It would be perfect, because you didn’t deserve anything less. But here he was, with his big fucking mouth, ruining everything.
He tries to swallow down the small flicker of panic, the steady rise of self-loathing. Maybe it could be remedied? Maybe if he just started laughing, you would think it was a joke and let it go.
But he couldn’t bring himself to laugh, couldn’t even force out a chuckle. His mouth was dry and he couldn’t bring himself to look away from your wide eyes. They were shining in the morning sunlight drifting in through the window, your skin glowing in the soft warm rays. Beautiful.
Fuck it.
He had come this far, might as well go all out. His legs wobble slightly as he slowly falls to a single knee, right in the middle of the kitchen.
The ring! Shit.
He sees it in his mind, remembers burying it in a hurry when he heard your soft footfalls on the stairs and your sweet voice calling out to him. You had almost caught him. Almost. He had only just slammed the drawer shut when you had reached the doorway to your shared bedroom, the soft smile curling your lips enough to make him fall in love with you all over again. You had reached out for him, humming softly in pure contentment as he took you into his arms and swayed you slightly. It had been a rough day at work, which had quickly melted away the second he ordered a pizza and chucked Netflix on, satisfied to just snuggle on the couch under a blanket.
Frankie… your sweet voice is calling to him, curious and questioning, and he inhales sharply, thoughts whirling into a hazy blur as he thinks he’ll never believe he deserves the amount of love you pour into his name alone.
The pure concept of you loving him and him alone is enough to bring tears to his eyes. He feels it. Every time you hold him, kiss him, make love to him… he drowns in it. Revels in it. Your pure, unadulterated adoration for him never fails to take his breath away, and he hopes you feel his devotion to you just as strongly.
Surely you could feel it. Surely you could feel it in the way he lingers close after kissing you, softly nuzzling his nose against yours as your gazes stayed locked in a soft battle of appreciation for the other. Or in the way he would dance his fingers across your skin in pure wonderment, tracing every blemish, scar and stretchmark with a tenderness only you could bring out in him. Surely you could feel how hard and fast you make his heart beat when you two slow down in between flurries of harsh kisses and greedy hands, when you both just stopped to just… to just be.
Words. He needs words.
He had a speech and everything. He had kept a small notebook in his jeans for weeks, pulling it out and adding and tweaking words whenever he would find a moment to himself throughout the day at work. He had read over it a thousand times, could see each word scrawled over the lined pages flash in his mind, but why couldn’t he get the words out of his mouth?
“You –” he stops, almost as if trying to catch his breath. You wait, patient as ever. Always so patient, always so completely and utterly devoted to him. “You are everything to me.” He whispers, and his teeth mash together as he tries to control the lump quickly building in his throat. Your lips twitch into a small, shy smile as your eyes briefly fall to the floor before flicking back up and focusing on him. He draws in a slow breath to steady his suddenly shaking hands.
“I don’t know how hard you hit your head to want to stick around with me this long, but I thank whoever’s out there every day that you do, and I… I hope with everything I have that you’ll want to stay.” His voice wavers with the tears quickly building in his eyes but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when you’re looking at him like that… like he had personally hung each and every star in the night sky you admired every night.
“Always,” you whisper to him, smile widening as he grins up at you.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I… I can’t imagine a life, my life, without you in it. I don’t know how you do it, but you just… you just make my world so much brighter, make everything so much better, and I want to spend every day for the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me. So, will… will you marry me?”
You sniffle as you fall to the floor in front of him, cradling his tear-streaked face softly between your hands. Francisco… your voice is gentle as it coos to him, thumbs tracing his cheeks. He’s putty in your hands. He knows it. The guys know it. He wants the world to know it. You shuffle closer, placing soft kiss after kiss along his forehead, nose, chin, wherever you could reach.
“Of course, I will.”
He damn near implodes when you answer. If all the pain he had endured during his life had led up to this moment, he would happily live it over and over. His hand moves to cup the back of your neck, quickly pulling you in to press his lips against yours in desperation. You melt into it instantly, matching his fervent pace and then some as you wind a hand in his ruffled curls. I love you. The words fall effortlessly from his mouth again and again and it isn’t long before you’re giggling into his lips, returning the sentiment easily as your arms wind around him tightly.
“This wasn’t how I planned this,” he admits quietly, thinking of the breakfast mess crowding the counter tops, the unkept bed hair falling into his eyes and the old tattered flannelette pyjama pants hanging from his hips. You pull back, face near split from how wide you’re smiling.
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
His cheeks warm before a thought suddenly slams into him like a freight train.
“Shit. Shit! Stay right here.” He’s up and out of the room before you can blink, leaving you abandoned on your knees on the cool tile floor in the middle of the kitchen. You call after him, ears straining as you listen to the muted thuds from the floor above you before heavy steps are rushing down the stairs.
He’s flustered when he returns, hands fumbling with something as he drops back in front of you, breathless and giddy as he presents you with a shiny band embedded into a smooth velvet cushion, the beautifully set stones shining in the morning light. His fingers gently pinch it from padding before he’s tossing the dark hinged box over his shoulder without a care as it clatters noisily to the ground somewhere behind him. He beams at your giggle, grinning as he reaches for your hand and slips the ring carefully onto your finger.
“Perfect fit…” he whispers, “… just like us.”
“Ugh, cheeseball.” You groan quietly with a languid smile, nuzzling into the soft kisses he was pressing to your cheeks.
“What are you talking about – you love it.” He grins, watery eyed and flushed, cheeks darkening a little more when you brush his hair back and stroke his cheeks. He brings your hand to his mouth, lips pressing sweetly against the cool band wrapped around your digit before moving to kiss along your knuckles. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, fiancé.”
He blinks in surprise before grinning, leaning forward to kiss you deeply. “Call me that again.”
“Fiancé,” you murmur, a wave of warmth rushing over you as he groans softly against your lips. He nips at your bottom lip, grinning when you whine quietly. His voice is a deep rasp when he speaks against your skin, kissing further along your jaw and up to your ear. Again. You laugh quietly, “Francisco?”
He hums in question, too busy to answer properly as he kisses and nips the sensitive skin on your throat.
“I think the food’s burning.”
“Shit.”
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thesetrashimagines · 3 years
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You’re a Curse Baby Pt.7
Jujutsu Kaisen imagine (reader insert)
Warnings: Fighting, blood, hella guilt tripping, death, questioning ones life, digestion?
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Pt.6 Pt.8
AN: I will not lie, I had a hard time getting Mahito’s character down so I apologize if he’s OOC, I tried. Also I tweaked the script again because baby curse needed their own spotlight (step aside Yuji). 
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Yuji took off after Junpei without hesitation. You followed after them but there was a increasingly uneasy feeling growing inside you, something was wrong.
“Yuji you got this right?” The pink haired boy glanced to the side at you then back to the Junpei and his shikigami. “Yeah I got this.” You nodded and began to make your way to the stairs, “Wait! Where are you going?” Junpei took this time to run away. “I don’t know but don’t worry! Just take care of Junpei!” Yuji looked ahead again and saw the other boy running down the hallway. With a last glance over his shoulder he nodded and you two parted ways.
Once you reached the ground floor, you rushed outside. You could feel this pulling sensation, whatever this thing was, it wanted you. Not wanting to wait, you went to find the source of this feeling.
The invisible string had led you into the courtyard at the front of the school. There was a single person standing in the middle of the yard. They had long grey silky looking hair, wore loose fighting close, and were covered in stitches. It was the patchwork curse Nanami talked about.
“Ah there you are. I was wondering if you would come find me on your own.” You took slow steps towards the curse. “You’re the patchwork curse.” He smiled wide and let out a laugh, “Patchwork curse? Is that what they’re calling me? I’m Mahito, and you must be Y/n.” You stilled, “How do you know my name?” Mahito raised his shoulders in a shrug, “You’ve been the talk of the town, getting involved with humans like they’re your friends.” He brushed his hand through his fringe, “It’s disgusting really. Humans and curses aren’t meant to be pals. Do you understand how we are superior? Why we are perfect?”
“No...”
Mahito began to walk up to you, “Humans are littered with imperfections. They lie, steal, betray, murder....There is nothing good about them.” He stopped an arms length away from you. “While we are pure.” Your eyebrows furrowed, “Pure? You believe you are pure? You say humans are horrible and murder but do you understand what you have done?” His hair moved off his shoulder as he tilted his head to the side, “No, I don’t. Care to enlighten me?”
“You’ve done worse than kill, you’ve changed them, their souls. You manipulated their very essence of life and then stand there and say you are pure. Souls are not meant to be twisted, pulled, shoved, and whatever else you do to them. They are not you’re puppets.”
Mahito held onto his stomach and laughed loudly. “As if they didn’t deserve it! All humans are tainted. Changing them is the nicest thing I did for them. I got rid of all the superficial stuff, strip them down to their hatred and fear, to their inner and true emotions. What happens after that is not in my control.”
“Liar.” Your fists clenched at your sides.
“Liar? I don’t lie.” Mahito grinned lazily at you. 
“You are stupid if you think I’m going to believe you.” His expression dropped and he stared at you with bored eyes. “Then tell me why you decide to listen to those humans. Do you really think Gojo Satoru cares for you? That he is keeping you alive for your own sake? No, he’s using you, for his own benefit. Your feelings mean nothing to him, he just wants to see what will happen when you earn a curses trust. You are essentially nothing to him, if you were to disappear,” He leaned in closer to you, “He wouldn’t even bat an eye.”
You tried to keep your anger under control. You couldn’t believe him, you can’t believe him. Curses lie all the time, he isn’t any different. Gojo cares for you, he has to right? That night in forest you felt it, he was worrying over you right?
“It makes you think doesn’t it? Why would the strongest sorcerer in the world keep around a little curse like you?”
“I...I don’t know...but we’re friends, he’s my friend.” This caused Mahito to bust out laughing again, “HA! Friend? You really are delusional. Y/n, he’s a human, you’re a curse, you’ll never truly understand him and he wouldn’t waste his time on trying to understand you. Understand us.” His hand landed on your shoulder and pulled you in closer to him. “Everything is fake, he’s pretending, lying to you so he can keep you under his control. You need us, you need to be around your own kind. You and me are the same, we’re new curses who haven’t experienced much of the world. We could do this together.” His cursed energy tried to worm it’s way into your soul, you could feel it brush up against your nerves.
“No. You’re blinded. You don’t understand life, death, human nature, none of it. You are weak minded Mahito.” You allowed your energy to seep out of you and crackled in the open air.
“You are power hungry, you have no balance, no idea of serenity, peace, tranquility.”
His eyes widened when the purple branches smacked into his body and threw him. His body hit the ground and skidded across the pavement.
“You know nothing of souls.” You walked up to his shaky form as he tried to stand up. “Me? You’d rather believe those disease ridden humans!” He stood to his full height and wiped his face, laughing at the sight of his own blood on his hand. “You want to be human don’t you? Is that it?” A dark purple aura flowed out of him and grew over his hands, “You want their acceptance so bad, you would do anything, wouldn’t you?”
You didn’t know what to say.
Mahito chuckled, “So that’s the problem. You hate being a curse, you hate yourself.” The lightning snapped and crackled loudly. “I could change you, you know. Make you into a human, you could live a normal life.” He swayed a little before walking back up to you, “Would you like that?” You gritted your teeth, “Stop it.” He smiled wide, “Stop what? Saying the truth?” His hand shot out and grabbed your hair, pulling your ear to his mouth. “I’ll give you two options, join us or I’ll change you into a human and you can run away from all of this. No more curses, no more lies, no more deception, only freedom.” You took a shaky breath.
If I do this, maybe things would be easier. I wouldn’t be a nuisance, a burden. Yuji could go back to the school with no extra trouble, Gojo wouldn’t have to be worry about hiding me, Megumi and Nobara wouldn’t have to keep me a secret.
“Well?”
But he could kill me, he could use me to kill them. I can’t let him go.
“Okay...”
He pulled you away and smiled at you, “This might hurt, a lot.” His dark purple flame rose out of him once more, “It’s a shame, you could’ve been such a powerful curse.” A sharp piercing feeling spread out through your whole body as he made contact with your soul. “I thought they would have taught you how to cover your soul.” You could barely hear his voice over the ringing in your ears. “Goodness me, such a sad life. Maybe this is for the best.” You could feel a part of yourself begin to be ripped away from you, like you were being torn into tiny pieces and smashed back together.
Then everything came to a pause.
“What are you doing?” You refocused your eyes on his face. “Stop it!” You smiled at him, “You’re right this is for the best. You and me, two curses capable of soul manipulation, gone. Let’s rid everyone of our fear.” Panic grew on his face, “What, you can-they never mentioned-” You brought your hand up and cupped his cheek, “We would be free, no one to command us, no one to be loyal to but ourselves.” His lips trembled when he felt your power envelope his body. “How are you-” His mouth opened in pain, “Stop it!” The grip you had on each other go stronger. “Let me go!” His free hand grabbed your wrist. “How is this-” His eyes widened, “How is this possible?” You could feel both of your energies swirl and flow into both of you. His soul was small and growing weaker, there was no resistance when you had finally reached out and made contact with it, and like every time before, you could see his life, everything from when he became a curse to when he met Junpei.
“Who is Geto?”
A loud yell ripped through Mahito’s lips and you were sent flying. “You....you tricked me, How did you do that? What did you do to my soul?!” You turned over onto your back and took a deep breath before laughing, “As the humans say, a magician never reveals their secrets. And by the way, you’re a hypocrite.” He paused, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You sat up with a groan, “No? So I didn’t see you have a companionship with not just one human, but two? You said you don’t lie.” You stood up and turned to him, “I believe you have went against everything you had just told me.” He bared his teeth at you, “It’s different! We’re different! Don’t you understand!? Why do you follow them?! They are-”
“I follow them because they haven’t turned against me, their intentions have never changed, they don’t lie to me, they are my....friends.” This caused Mahito to let out another yell of rage and run at you. “YOU IDIOT! YOU BLIND IDIOT!” He swung his fists at you, his cursed energy flaring off his skin. “THEY’RE USING YOU!” You put up your arms to block his hits, with every punch a bright purple spark shot off from the impact. He tried to touch your soul again, you could feel his energy tickle the edge of your aura, trying to break through. You jumped back and forced your energy to focus around your hands, each finger had a long purple bolt curving out of it like a claw. The claws acted as extensions of your fingers and moved with them.
You ran towards Mahito and swiped at him. “You killed people! You used them!” He dodged your attacks then tried to land his own. His fist hits you in the ribs, catching you off guard. “You are nothing but an experiment” a wide grin spread across his face, “For Gojo and me.” You felt you body snap in half before twisting and hitting the ground. “I’ve never changed a curse aside from myself. This will help me in the future, thank you Y/n.” He turned and walked away. As his figure grew smaller in the distance, you groaned in distress. Your limbs had been twisted and placed protruding from you chest, your legs were elongated and went crooked at your mid calf.
How were you going to change yourself back? This is something you’ve never done before and you were already weak from trying to exercise both your own and Mahito’s soul. You closed your eyes and reached inside of your conscious. It took you a moment to push past Mahito’s residuals but once you erased them you could see your soul, you could see yourself. Bright purple eyes looked back at you and a small tendril reached out. Stretching your hand out, you grasped the tendril and began to weave it around yourself and move the energy around to your original state. Everything hurt, at times you had to stop and breathe, this kind of pain was indescribable, unimaginable. Your could feel yourself go in and out of reality, lost in the sea of your own energy, desperately trying to save yourself. It was a painful process but you were able to do it. In the end you were back to normal, all your limbs were back in their rightful places. you stood up tall and rolled your shoulders and leaned to the side to crack your back. With a satisfying pop you straightened back up and walked towards where you saw Mahito go.
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You rounded the school only to hear Yuji, “Sukuna! Sukuna please!” You looked up and saw that one of higher floors had a broken window and you could see Yuji pressed up against the glass. Crouching down you jumped and went through the already broken window. Landing in the stairwell, you took in the scene in front of you; Yuji stood motionless in front of another one of those humanoid creatures. Then there was Mahito, he stood with a wide smile on his face as he took in Yuji’s despair. 
“Junpei...” You stared wide eyed at the disfigured boy on the ground. You clenched your jaw and looked up at Mahito, who was staring back at you in shock. “Aren’t you full of surprises.” You glared at him, “Like I said before, you are weak minded Mahito.”
Before he could give a retort, Yuji’s fist made contact with his face and sent up the flight of stairs. “But that won’t work as long as I retain the shape of my-” A gush of blood spilled out of his mouth, his smile disappeared. “You’re actually aware of the outline of your soul.” He wiped his face and smirked.
“I will kill you.” The murderous rage that flowed off of Yuji was intense. You never seen him like this before. “Don’t you mean you’ll exercise me, Jujutsu sorcerer?” He licked his teeth. Yuji let out a scream of pure anger and lunged for Mahito, Yuji sent punch after punch and Mahito dodged every hit. He grew wings and flew himself backwards up the stairs, Yuji didn’t let him go very far though, he sprinted up the steps after him still trying to land a hit on the curse. You climbed the steps to see Mahito change his arm into a chain with spikes and blades attached to it. He swung it towards Yuji but the pink haired boy dodged and jumped out the building and into the air. Mahito turned to face the direction Yuji went and turned his arm into a drill. You ran up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, the drill zipped through the air then Yuji dodged it. The boy grabbed onto what was left of Mahito’s stretched out limb. “You can’t keep stretching yourself forever.” You tightened your grip on his waist and sent out a shock that stunned Mahito for a moment, then Yuji pulled. The two of you flew through the air and hit the adjacent building.
“You know most people would let go.” Yuji punched the ground and used the cloud of dirt and smoke to try and attack Mahito. You had landed inside of the building and couldn’t move due to a large portion of the roof laying on you. All you do was watch as Mahito impaled Yuji on spikes and try to force him to switch out with Sukuna. “I’m not going to switch out. I already told you, for what you did I will kill you!” Yuji craned his neck back and repeatedly bashed his head into Mahito’s face, blood spewed everywhere. When Mahito retracted his spikes, Yuji stepped back and roundhouse kicked him in the face. Bright blue flames erupted from Yuji’s fists and he let out another yell before going in for the hit, but then in a quick flash Mahito changed shrunk himself out of his clothes and then reappeared behind Yuji completely changed, he had the legs of a horse and a giant mallet like rock as his left hand. He reared his arm back for the hit. “Yuji behind you!” You struggled to push the debris off of yourself in time but it didn’t matter because Nanami jumped in front of the boy and blocked Mahito’s hit with his knife. The curse jumped away and let his hand turn back to normal.
“I’ll lecture you later, right now I want to know the status of the situation.” You shoved the piece of concrete off your body and stood up. “Two died, I failed to save them in time.” Your breath hitched at Yuji’s confession. “I wanna know about your physical state.” The boy wiped the blood from his face, “I’m fine. Though I am kinda full of holes”
“That’s not fine.” Without turning around Nanami called your name, “I’m okay Nanami.”
“Also in the school gym the students are alive but unconscious.” The older man nodded.
“My, my, so you’re alive Mr. seven-to-three. Good to see that we’re still alive. Shall we share a hug in celebration of our reunion?” A trial of blood trickled from Mahito’s nose. “Why is his nose bleeding?” Yuji glanced over at Nanami, “I, uh. smashed his face in.” You brushed yourself off one last time and stepped over the fallen wall. “When?” Nanami asked, “At the start of the fight.”
“And did his hand touch you?” Yuji hummed a yes, “My attacks aren’t going to work on him.” Yuji balked at the older man, “Wait what?! But why not?” Nanami fixed his grip on his knife, “I’ll explain it later when I’m lecturing you. However I’ll try to keep him from moving around, and then when we get an opening, we’ll shower him with blows. We’ll exercise this one right here, right now.” You walked up along side the two men, “Yeah!” Nanami tilted his head your way just a tiny bit, “Y/n I want you to make sure the students in the gym are still okay.” Your eyebrows pinched together, “But I want to hel-” He turned his head back to Mahito, “Now Y/n.”
“Run along traitor.” You glared at the other curse. “You won’t get out of this Mahito.” You huffed and walked away.
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The gym wasn’t too far meaning you could hear everything going on between the two sorcerers and Mahito. Aside from all the commotion coming from them, the rest of the school was quiet.
You opened the door to the gym and looked around. The fat man was passed out on the floor along with the rest of the students. A groan bounced off the walls, it was the boy Junpei attacked, he was trying to sit up. You walked onto the stage and stopped in front of him. You wondered why Junpei attacked this boy specifically, what had he done to him to make him want to kill?
Reaching a hand out, you placed your palm on his forehead causing the boy to gasp. You took a deep breath and gently prodded into his memories, years of abuse flashed through your mind, this boy had made Junpei’s life miserable. He made others pick on the dark haired boy and used him to make himself feel better.
You ripped your hand away and stared in shock at the boy on the floor, his face mirrored you own. “Wha-what are you?” His voice came out raspy, “Am I dead? Did that freak kill me?” You stood up, “No, you’re alive. I don’t know if you deserve to be though.” The boy shook with fear. You took another step forward and placed your hand back on his head, “Do you believe you deserve to live?” The boy sputtered as you crouched to get eye level with him. “Shall I show you the torment you have caused on those around you? Maybe that’ll help you decide.” You used your energy to project the images of his bullying into his mind. “You killed him you know. Junpei, he just wanted to be happy. He wanted to live his life just as you do now, no fear, no hate, just happiness.” You allowed yourself to show him the disfigured corpses of every human that had been changed by Mahito. “There was a monster, a demon, born from your torture and hate.” The boy whimpered and tears fell down his face, “You created him, this is your own fault. What do you humans call it? Karma?” a weak hand came up and held your arm. “Please st-” He cried harder, “St- stop!” You pulled your hand away. “So?” The boy looked back you blubbering, “S-s-so wha, what?” You sat fully on the floor. “Do you think you deserve to live?” He sniffed and then curled into himself, wiping his hands furiously against his eyes. “No! No, I don’t. I’m- I’m a bully!” You watched him cry for a few minutes, waiting for him to calm down.
“You could change.” His tear stained face looked up at you, “Considered this a second chance.” You brought your hands up to his face, he flinched when you wiped your thumbs under his eyes. “You can stop being a bully and become a protector.” His mouth was open slightly as he listened to you. “You’ll spare me?” You gave him a tight lipped smile, “If you can stop thinking about yourself and start thinking about how to treat others properly, I might.” The boy quickly moved onto his knees and placed his head on the floor in a bow and began to beg. “Please don’t kill me, I’ll stop being selfish! I’ll be nice I promise!” You looked at the boy in shock. “Okay, okay, I’ll spare you.” You pulled the boy off the floor, “You can start your retribution by helping me make sure everyone in here is uninjured.” He stood up on shaky legs, “O-okay.”
The two of you went from student to student checking them over for injuries. “You, you said Junpei’s dead....what happened to him?” You sighed and removed your fingers from a girls pulse, “The monster killed him.” You smiled gently at the now frowning boy, “Don’t worry I’ll make sure he’s taken care of.” You turned your head and stared at the unconscious girl laying on the ground. Your mind replaying the last gurgles and cries Junpei had let out before succumbing to Mahito’s torture. The boy stood up and brushed off his pants, “Well that’s everyone. What’s happening outside?” You followed suit and stood next to him, “I can’t really explain it to you, but you can’t leave this gym understand?” He glanced from the window to you, “Why?” You sighed and shook your head, “Just stay put okay?” He nodded then looked back out the window, you sighed again. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that...I don’t trust you.” You placed two fingers to his forehead and watched him slump to the floor, you would have to thank Gojo later for showing you that trick.
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You closed the doors behind you then stepped back from the building. “Just in case he wakes up before I come back.” You outstretched your hand and pushed out some energy to wrap around the building, leaving it cloaked in small faint purple bolts that scurried to cover every inch of the gym.
You continued on your way back to where you had last saw Nanami and Yuji. When you got there you saw Yuji punching the top of some kind of ball, then it clicked, Nanami was trapped inside of Mahito’s domain and Yuji was trying to break in. You started running to the boy but once again you were too late, he had successfully punched through the top and dropped into the domain. You were just about to launch yourself into the side of the domain when you felt Sukuna’s energy crack through and burst Mahito’s domain. “He-” Your thoughts were cut off when you saw Mahito on his knees with blood spraying out of his shoulder. He swung his head back and smiled wide and then his body expanded, growing as tall as the school and almost as wide. Yuji didn’t wait one second before rushing forward and sending a powerful hit to the middle of his body. Mahito popped and there was a moment of stillness, then you saw him running. You took off as fast as you could, your own power surging through you, propelling you forward, he went down into the drain, nothing but his mouth sticking out, he mocked the two sorcerers.
“Shut up!” You shot down and sent your energy down through the drain in hopes to catch him, but he was already gone. You let out a frustrated yell and was about to jump down after him when a pair of arms pulled you back, “Let me go! I’ll get him!” Nanami turned and dropped you away from the drain, “Yuji fainted, we have to go.” You glanced over to the pink haired boy and saw him on the ground face down, once again. You felt yourself freeze. “He’s alive but he needs to see a doctor.” You faced Nanami, “You take him to a doctor and I’ll after Mahito.” The older man tucked his knife away, “No you need to come with us.” Your jaw ticked, “Fine but I’m not leaving without Junpei.”
You were already gone by the time Nanami had picked up Yuji and turned to deny you again. He watched you come back out of the school with the disfigured boy in your arms, “I’m going to fix him.” The man gave you a look, a wave of pity hitting you square in the face.
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It was dark when you got back. There was multiple times where Ijichi or Nanami tried to take Junpei out of your arms but you sent them a glare and said the same thing, “I’m going to fix him.”
You sat outside and let the moonlight shine down on you and Junpei. “I’ve never done this before Junpei. I don’t know if I’ll be able to even find your soul but, I’m going to try.” You could feel Nanami and Ijichi watching you from inside. You grabbed the blanket from next to you and laid it over him, “I’m gonna start now, I hope it doesn’t hurt.” You placed your hands on his enlarged head, brushing his hair out of his face. Small purple sparks danced across your arms then down across his body, with a tiny push you were able to enter his conscious. It was devastating, a large majority of his soul had been ripped away and killed, permanently removed and tossed away, leaving no reconciliation, no happiness, no peace. With soft hands you scooped up the last glowing piece of his soul, it was the size of a tear drop but you could recognize him immediately. His large eyes and small nose, this was undoubtedly Junpei. You smiled down at him and grazed your finger across his cheek. You weren’t expecting a reaction, he was so weak and tired. You let him go again and watched him float, little tentacles sprouting from him, helping him swim along. You took a deep breath and let your power fill the void, put the pieces back together.
Nanami and Ijichi watched as large bolts shot out of your body and into the ground, creating a cage around the two of you. “This is what happened before, when they touched Yuji after he died.” Nanami looked on in interest. “They have a similar power to Mahito then.” The body on the ground before you twitched and jerked about, “I would have to believe so. Gojo hasn’t told me much about their cursed technique.” Nanami hummed, “I don’t think it’s because he doesn’t want me to know, I think it’s because he doesn’t know the extent of it himself.” Purple bolts zig-zagged through the ground and pulsed with energy. “Should we tell him-” A loud rumble rolled through the sky as a blue glow began to emit from Junpei’s body. Both of them were silent with amazement as the light dimmed and the once mangled body of Junpei was replaced with the human version of himself. The branches of energy retreated back into your body and you sat there for a moment.
“I’m sorry Junpei.” Hot tears ran down your face, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, or catch that monster.” You placed your hands back in your lap and fisted the fabric of your trousers. “I’m sorry your life was so terrible.” You remembered the night you spent at his house, that feeling he and his mother shared, that warm feeling that held you tight and made you feel safe. “I hope you and your mother are together.” You wiped away your tears and leaned down to pick the boy up. You stood and turned to the door, it opened and the two men looked at you then down to Junpei. “You changed him back.” Your lip trembled, “Yes, but he is still dead.” They tried to hide their shock when a tear escaped and fell down your face.
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You never realized the damage you had taken till hours later when your legs gave out while you tried to get back to your room. You had pulled yourself up against the wall and looked out the large window.
Maybe trying to exercise my own soul wasn’t a good idea. 
Your head hit the wall with a thump while you laughed at yourself.
I almost did it too. I almost took Mahito with me. He’s so similar to me yet so different. Why can’t curses see things the way I do? They probably wonder the same about me I guess. We want to help, they don’t. Yeah you’re right.
You coughed into your elbow and pulled away to see blood soaking into the fabric. The colour seemed to pull you into a trance, it brought you back to the moment where you held your own soul with the intent to eradicate it. You thought about how easy it was for you to try and exercise yourself.
We deemed it necessary, remember?
“Necessary...yeah” You agreed with your conscious and made another attempt to stand up, your legs were still very weak but you used the wall as a support as you walked back to your room.
Was he telling the truth you think? Maybe Gojo wouldn’t care if I disappeared. No that night in the forest, he was worried remember? Your thoughts tried to rationalize themselves.
About me or about the curse getting away?
You sighed and shook your head, it was no use to over think things and upset yourself over nothing but some words a curse decided to spew out at you in the heat of a fight.
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You tried to keep up with the pink haired boy, “Yuji slow down!” His laughter echoed down the hall. “Gojo! Oh Nanami’s here too.” He waved his arms up and down, “Come on guys, I wanna go see everyone!” You ran up beside him and leaned down on your knees. “I can’t wait. I can’t wait. It’s so exciting. I’m so pumped!” You coughed into your hand causing everyone to look at you. You pulled your arm away and saw a few dark maroon droplets staining your palm, you tried playing it cool and hid your hand behind your back, rubbing the blood into the back of your pant leg. “Just a little thirsty.” You gave a toothy smile and turned the attention back to Yuji, “So when do we leave?”
“Yuji, what are you thinking? You can’t just go back there like nothing ever happened.” He gasped, “I can’t?!” Gojo smirked, “Even among sorcerers it’s rare to come back from the dead after like two whole months. So we have to make it a surprise.” You and Yuji stared at Gojo in wonder, “A surprise, how?” Gojo waved his hand around, “You just leave all that to me.”
“Um Gojo...” He turned his head to you, “What about me? Do you want me to go back to the shrine?” He laughed, “Don’t worry I got this all planned out.” You looked at him in shock, “Wha-” Yuji perked up, “So what’s my job in this scenario?” Gojo shifted in his seat to face Yuji, “Nothing, just go with the flow.” He stuck his arms out and wiggled them, “I can totally go with the flow.” Yuji copied him and wiggled his arms. You glanced over at Nanami who stared at them with a bored expression. “I guess I’ll see you later Nanami.” The blonde looked at you and you swore he had the tiniest smile on his face, “Goodbye Y/n.”
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Here you were again, running. “Sorry for the wait!”
“Glad to see everyone gathered together, I’m just getting back from a big ol’ business trip from over seas. So now it’s time to hand out the souvenirs!”
“This is sudden.” Panda spoke out. “Are you sure it’s not just jet lag?”
“Okay everyone from Kyoto gets these tribal protection dolls, except for you Utahime“ The woman glared at Gojo, “I don’t want one!”
“Now for all you Tokyo peeps, I have this. Tada!” Gojo spun the cart around and dramatically posed behind it. You stared at his back from within the woods trying not to laugh, then he whispered to you, “Hey remember the plan.” You held onto the hood that hid your ears and pushed the circular glasses further up your nose. You walked forward and hid behind the stairs, waiting for his que.
“It’s creepy when adults get all excited.”
The cart popped open and Yuji stood up, “Hey yup whoop-ee!” You sent out little bolts that sizzled and popped behind Yuji. “It’s your long dead friend Yuji!” You grabbed the edge of the platform and peak through the railing to see Megumi and Nobara staring at Yuji with uneasy expressions. “Hey! What the hell!? What kind of reaction is this?” Yuji looked at his friends to see that they were white as paper. “They don’t seem happy to see me at all!” You watched as Gojo turned the cart holding Yuji towards the other group of people, “Alright everyone from Kyoto, this is Sukuna’s vessel, Itadori Yuji.” The boy’s hurt expression worsened when he noticed that no one from Kyoto was paying attention to him. Deciding this was the best time, you started to pull yourself up.
“Sukunas vessel lives?! Who is behind this outrage!?” The sudden voice scared you and made you loose your grip, “Woah!” You scrambled to grab the ledge, you let out a puff of air and climbed over the railing.
“Principal Gakuganji! Thank goodness you’re alright.” Gojo walked up to the short bald man and bent at the waist to say something you couldn’t hear.
“Hey.” Nobara kicked the cart Yuji stood in. “Uh yeah?” She glared at him, “You got something you wanna say to us?” Yuji faltered, “Uh...” Nobara growled. “I’m sorry that I, uh, didn’t tell you I was still alive all this time.”
“What are you doing here?” You flinched and pushed your glasses up again. “Um, to be completely honest I don’t know.” The girl scowled. “How long does he think you’ll be undetected?” You nervously fiddled with the edge of the hood. “As long as I keep the façade up.” Megumi looked you up and down, “What façade?”
An arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you in tight to their side. Gojo’s voice rang out. “And everybody this is Y/n, my new student!”
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“Um guys, what your doing can be considered extreme bullying.” You snickered at Yuji as he sat on his knees holding a picture frame over his face. “Shut up, I think you’ve said enough. And what are you laughing at?” You looked at Nobara confused, “I didn’t do anything-” 
“Now, now we heard his explanation and I think we should cut him some slack.” Yuji faced the bear, “A talking Panda.”
“Salmon Salomon.” Yuji looked at the white haired boy, “Say what?”
“Inumaki is cursed speech user, his speech amplifies the power and compulsion of words. He limits his vocabulary to keep others safe.” Yuji looked at back at Inumaki, “So if he told someone to go die they’d do it? Awesome.”
“It’s nothing quite that simple. It always varies depending on his opponents strength, powerful words can have powerful feedback, worst case is that it can effect him as well. Limiting his vocabulary is so Toge can protect himself and others.” Panda explained. “Ooooh, so how is it you can speak? Are you a new breed of panda?” Nobara butted in, “Stop being so nosey about everyone else’s techniques.” The green haired girl next to her spoke up, “It’s fine, Toge’s ability is no big secret. More importantly Yuji,” She walked up to him and held out her palm, “Hand over my blade. You borrowed ‘Slaughter Demon’ from Satoru right?” You had to think for a moment what she was talking about then you remembered the blade Gojo gave to Yuji the first time you all went on a mission. “Uh oh,” Yuji looked at you with a scared expression. “Gojo has it.” The pink haired boy nodded, “Yeah he had it last time I saw it.” She groaned and crossed her arms, “That blindfolded dumbass.” Megumi looked squinted his eyes at the two of you. “So what’s our new plan? Our group battle plan is what we expected but we have two new members now. Should we change strategies? We don’t have much time.”
“Bonito flakes.”
“Well that depends on Yuji and Y/n, what are you’re specialties?” Yuji held up his arm and cupped his bicep, “Punch, kick.” Panda stood up, “We’re all pretty set with all of that. What about you?” The three second years stared at you, “Um, I can do this,” You lifted your hand and let a few tendrils hop around your fingers and palm. “And what exactly is that?” You swallowed, “Energy?” Megumi stretched out his arms, “I don’t know what he’s done since he’s been dead for a while now but I can say this much, if we were all to fight Itadori without cursed energy, he’d beat us. And Y/n...” He paused to find the right words, “They can control the weather so there’s that.” The second years let out “ooo’s”.
“But I actually can’t-” Nobara whipped her head around, “What do you mean you can’t? What about all those times it stormed because of you!” You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, it’s a result I guess. It only ever happens when I-” You stopped yourself from talking, “Look it’s really hard to do okay?”
“Yeah okay, crybaby.”
“Hey!”
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The sun beat down on you, “This hood is hot.” Yuji placed his hand on top of it and rubbed your head, “It can’t be that bad.” You pushed his hand off, “You’re not helping.”
“Hey Itadori.” You both looked over at Megumi, “Hey,” Yuji waved. “Are you okay?” Yuji let out a laugh, “I mean yeah I got a pretty big job in this but I think I got it.” Megumi didn’t smile, “I meant after what happened.” Yuji laughed again, “No, nothing happened. Okay yeah, something did happen.” You thought back to Junpei, “But we’re fine. In fact because of it, I really don’t wanna lose.” Megumi walked past the both of you, “Alright then because I don’t want to lose either.”
“Why are you guys talking about losing when you already got rolled once? Oh ho yeah, let’s go! Let’s kick their asses! Let’s do it for Maki!”
“Don’t say stuff like that.” Maki cringed.
Yuji ran past them, “Alright let’s win!” Maki kicked him, “Who said you could go first?”
You went to follow after them when you felt your lungs constricted, your legs gave out and you started coughing. Your knees hit the ground and you planted your hands down to catch yourself from falling forward, blood seeped out of your mouth and spattered against the stone. You took a haggard breath and then a gasp of air when you felt your energy surge through you. It shot out of your hands into the stone beneath you, the rock cracked under the pressure. You could feel your power come back ten fold, you gritted your teeth as it pushed against the inner wall you put up. Over the last few days your soul has been rebuilding itself and you’ve been slowly healing along the way, the whole ordeal had taken a toll on your body. Your curse energy was in limbo, using it to heal yourself was hard, it would build then plummet then build again, trying to conceal your energy’s constant fluctuations was tiring. In the back of your mind you knew there might’ve have been a moment like this, a moment were your body couldn’t keep it in anymore.
You thought you could do it.
The sky let out a low rumble, shaking the ground beneath you. Groaning, you stood up on wobbly legs and opened your tightly shut eyes. Blinking away the blur you could see that Yuji and everyone else were far ahead of you, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
If you could make to the forest then you could stop resisting.
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You didn’t know how long you had been walking in the woods but the heat had become unbearable, prompting you to rip the hood and cloak off of your person. You swayed where you stood, energy still trying to burst at the seams. Sweat dripped down your neck and along the curve of your collarbone, you weakly swiped at the droplets from the back of your neck. You scrunched your face up in discomfort and let out an audible groan.
Then you felt another presence slowly make it’s way in your direction. You paused and let your senses reach out and map the area around you, five trees from your left sat a curse, not a very strong one but a curse none the less. The eight legged creature scuttled closer then stopped a meter from you. You turned slowly and squinted down at the spider-like curse, “Hello.” You were met with silence, “Ah, you can’t speak. I almost forgot not all curses can speak.” The spider wiggled it’s bulbous behind at your words. “Yeah, yeah. So whatcha doin’ out here?” You lowered to the ground and watched the curse move it’s mandibles before shaking it’s behind again, “Oh, well that doesn’t sound fun.” You glanced around then patted the spot next to you, “Come lay down for a bit. Honestly I think we both could use a nap.” The spider cautiously went over to you and nestled into the ground, you lifted a hand and stroked it’s head, “See? Relaxing isn’t so bad.” You smiled at the small hiss the spider gave, “Okay remind me next time when you’re not running away from the sorcerers.” You laughed softly and lid down with your arms behind your head.
Another round of hissing came from beside you. “Yeah sorry, I know my energy is kinda going haywire right now but I’m trying to control it.” Another hiss, “Yes I can control it.” This time what sounded to be a chortle came from the spider, “Alright listen here you little pest, I’m trying to control it. There’s no need to be rude about it.” More hissing. “Oh my...If I hear another curse go on about our true nature and how evil we are, I’m gonna blow a hole through the sky.” A weight rested itself against your side. “Now you’re gonna use me as a pillow? After everything you said about me?” The spider said nothing. “Fine be that way-”
You sat up and made eye contact with another curse who stood a few feet away. The being seemed to be made out of roots and vines, all twisted to give the illusion of limbs, but it’s head was a bright yellow flower, smaller blue and white flowers sprouted along its body.
“Can I help you?” The dirt under the curse broke open so the curse could glide forward, “I’ll take the silence as a no.” The yellow petals shook violently, the wind created from the movement pounded against your head, almost like you were being punched repeatedly in the temples. The ground split open and six more of the flower curses popped up from the ground. You clenched your jaw and looked down to the spider just to notice the yellow flower like pattern that adorned it’s body, “Of course this was a trap.” The spider hissed, “Oh I’m sorry that I don’t believe every curse is evil.” You scoffed then turned back to the walking plants. “So how’re we doing this?” Your answer came in the form of a vine launching out towards you and wrapping itself around your arm, tightening the moment you tried to move. “Let me go!” Two more vines covered in thorns wrapped themselves in your legs and coiled upwards, hooking the thorns into your trousers and burrowing further into your skin. You gritted your teeth and tried to use your free arm to grab at the vines.
A larger vine came out of nowhere and snapped around your wrist and pulled your hand away from yourself. You tried to keep your power on the lower side to not rise any alarms but considering the predicament you were in, it was going to be hard. The plant being with yellow petals made its way to you and stopped inches from your face. It leaned in closer, shaking it’s head lightly, pollen covering you in a orange cloud. You coughed as it entered your lungs, it felt like you were burning from the inside out. Black dots splotched across your vision causing you to blink your eyes rapidly. The vines wrapped around your limbs pulled further away from your torso, you could feel your ligaments stretch unnaturally, you let out a wheeze and tried to shake off the dizziness that suddenly over came you.
A low hissing filled your left ear as a weight rested on your shoulder. You could feel the spiders hot breath on your neck as it bared it’s fangs, ready to puncture your skin, you tried to pull your arms but the curses hold on you never faltered. Two sharp pains pierced your neck as the spider sunk it’s fangs into you, injecting it’s venom into you. You could feel yourself start to go slack in the flowers hold. There was a shift of your body and you could just barely see two large leaves cocoon around you, a rise of panic shot through you making you struggle against the plant life once again. But like the attempts before, you couldn’t move. The last thing you saw was the leaves close in front of your eyes, cutting off the sunlight and leaving you in complete darkness.
The bottom of the cocoon began to fill with a terrible smelling liquid that gradually made it’s way up to your feet where it burned through your shoes and ate away at the flesh on your legs. The venom the spider had injected you with left you paralyzed and unable to move or even yell out for help. You tried to keep yourself calm and think of a way to get out.
There was only one way to save yourself.
The wall you had put up was already cracked from earlier, it was struggling to keep your power at bay. Letting it down was your best bet.
Your energy bubbled deep down inside but it didn’t stay still for long, it burst through and surged up your body, making your nerve endings tingle. A light glowed inside of the dark cocoon you resided in, it took you a moment to realize it was you who was the light source. Your energy shot out of your body and obliterated the leaves and vines holding you hostage. Your feet landed on the ground, bloody and missing chunks of skin, you stumbled and waved your arms about and somehow caught your balance. Your vision was still blurry, all you could see was purple, flickering purple. Blinking a few more times your vision cleared and the forest around you was on fire. The curses that had attacked were screeching and flailing around as their bodies were engulfed. You stood in a small crater, created by the blast you let out, your legs shook as you tried to take a step forward. You let out a cough and continued on. Pulling yourself out of the hole, you watched as the other curses shriveled up and crumbled to the ground.
“I....am not...plant food.” You said tiredly. Taking another look around and were reminded of the night up on the hill, purple flames burned everything and anything around you, it’s purple glow reaching way above the tree line, acting as a beacon to the chaos. And you stood in the midst of it all tired and beaten down. You took a haggard breath and looked up to the blue sky, there was a group of people approaching you quickly.
You took another lazy look around and sighed. Raising your arm you opened your palm then swiped at the air, the fire went out but the surrounding area and trees were burnt and ash was falling onto the black ground. You took a step and felt the crisp grass break and crunch under the weight of your foot.
“Didn’t I tell you I would kill you if you interfered?” You followed the voices and saw the students from Kyoto standing about, looking up you saw Yuji in a tree. Furrowing your brows you watched them talk to one another before splitting up again.
What are they doing?
You saw a tall and very muscular man lunge at Yuji, you gasped and covered your mouth as they began to fight one another. Why were they attacking each other? Isn’t the whole point of this event to exercise curses?
Wait....are they trying to kill Yuji?
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I still don’t think I got Mahito down so please ignore that but I hope you guys enjoyed it nonetheless, thank you for reading! <3
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I Know A Place
Juice Ortiz x F!Reader
Request by Anon: can you do a Juice x female reader where she's out with Juice as part of a small errand that she needed to do, and her dad Piney insisted she needed an escort due to the shit happening with Zobelle - and they have to hide at one point and (there's already some tension going on at this point) after impressing him with how much she can run, at one point he needs to pull her flush against him, and his hand gets a feel of how ripped she is and it all comes to a head when they reach a motel
Warnings: language, unprotected sex
Word Count: 3k
A/N: I did tweak a few things from the original request, hope that’s alright! I try not to be too descriptive of body types when I do reader inserts because it’s just not as inclusive, so I left it kind of vague as I do with all of my fics that are written in this style. Also, instead of a motel it’s a safehouse. But Juice still gets some so it all evens out haha. Enjoy! xo
SOA Taglist: @mijop​ @adela-topaz-caelon​​ @masterlistforimagines​ @garbinge​​ (As always, if you want to be tagged in anything going forward just let me know!)
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You couldn’t deny that you were a little annoyed when the club essentially assigned you a babysitter. You’d fought Opie and Tig on it for a hot minute, only caving when Piney spoke up. There were a lot of people that you could afford to piss off but he really wasn’t one of them. He told you that you were going to have someone with you until things calmed down again, and that was that.
“Oh sure,” Opie said with a shake of his head, “you’ll listen when he says it.”
“Yea, ‘cause you’re not my father,” you shot back at him with a roll of your eyes.
“And you’re also not as scary,” Jax piped in with a laugh.
You wanted to hold onto your frustration but you couldn’t help but to crack a smile, knowing that he was completely right. Opie might’ve been tall and stoic, but he was still your brother and you still knew too many embarrassing things about him to ever be fully intimidated by him the way that you were with your father. Opie had a softness in him that your father never had.
“Who’s gonna be babysitting me, then?” you asked as you plopped down at the bar.
“Got a preference?” Jax chuckled, “I’ll see if I can make it happen.”
You looked over at him, clearly unamused, “I’d prefer to not have anyone stuck to me like glue.”
“Well that’s out of the question,” Piney spoke up with a shake of his head. He paused, turning to Juice, “Juice.”
He looked up from his laptop, eyes bright, “Yea?”
“You’re gonna be keeping an eye on Y/N for a while. Got it?”
He nodded, always glad to be given a task. You don’t think that he’d ever said no to the guys the entire time he’d been involved with the club, even when he probably should have. You looked over at him, and as annoyed as you were that you were going to have a protective detail with you, you had to admit that there were much worse people to be stuck looking at all day while you ran errands. The two of you never got a whole lot of quality time together, but he seemed sweet enough.
“Let me know when you’re ready,” you looked over at him, trying not to take your frustration out on him, “I got some shit I gotta take care of.”
“Now,” he stammered slightly as he shut his laptop, “N-I’m ready now. I’m good to go,” he nodded.
You chuckled, “Alright,” you tossed him the keys to your car, “then let’s hit the road, Juan Carlos.”
He caught the keys, but barely. You bit back a laugh as you shook your head. He tossed his laptop to the side and made his way over to you. He led the way, opening the clubhouse door for you. You flashed him a smile as you walked out, wondering how a man like him ended up in a club like this.
Letting Juice drive was a calculated decision on your part. You felt like you’d learn more about him from the passenger seat. Plus he was nice to look at and that was difficult when you needed to have your eyes on the road to drive.
“This because of what happened to Gemma?” you asked, breaking the seal of silence in the car.
“Wh-what?” his body tensed.
“All of the women being assigned body guards,” you clarified, “Is it because of what happened with Zobelle and Gemma?”
You could see him hesitate, but that answered your question as well as anything. After a moment he nodded, “Yea. Protocol until further notice.”
You nodded slowly, “Gotcha,” you looked over at him as he parked your car, “You pissed that you’ve been demoted to babysitter?”
There was a small smirk on his face as he turned and looked over at you, “Guess I didn’t consider this a demotion.”
There was something about his tone and the look in his eyes that made your face suddenly feel warm. You smiled and shook your head, “Right,” you took a deep breath to try and get your mind right, “You ready?”
He nodded, hopping out of the car so he could come around and open the door for you. You smiled, surprised by the gesture. He held his hand out to you and you took it despite the fact that you didn’t need it. You saw the way that the muscles in his arms flexed as he helped you and you found yourself involuntarily biting your bottom lip.
“You okay?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
You cleared your throat and nodded, “Yea. All good. Let’s go.”
He chuckled just loud enough so that you could hear it and you shook your head at yourself. You went from extremely annoyed with the entire situation to very into it in the matter of one car-ride and you wished that your hormones would stay out of your thought pattern. There was a reason he was assigned to make sure you stayed safe, it wasn’t exactly the best time to be gawking at him.
As you continued to check things off of your to-do list, you found that Juice really wasn’t bad company. He was sweet, and funny. You didn’t remember the last time someone made you laugh that hard while you were grocery shopping. He pushed the cart for you and you really wondered why someone who had so much gentleness in them would want to be part of an outlaw motorcycle club.
“Can we stop and grab a coffee?” you asked after you’d stacked your grocery bags in the back of the car, “My treat, since you’ve been so helpful today despite the fact that I was kinda shitty to you about it at first.”
He laughed, “Yea, coffee sounds good.”
“I know a good spot a couple blocks up. Up for a walk?”
“Sure,” he nodded, waiting for you to start leading the way.
The two of you walked together, and you chuckled as Juice provided commentary on everyone and everything that you walked past. There was something about him that made you think that he was the kind of person to never run out of stories.
Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of yelling and cursing coming from farther up the block. Juice stopped in his tracks. Throwing his arm out in front of you to make you do the same. His brows furrowed as he listened intently, trying to figure out who was making all of the noise and why.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath before turning to you, “you gotta go.”
“What?”
He nodded back in the direction the two of you had just come from, “Get back to the car. Quickly. I’ll meet you there.”
“Juice what’s going—”
“Just go,” he nudged you in the right direction as the voices got closer, “please.”
You saw him reach into his kutte for his gun and that was the moment you decided that whatever the problem was, it was above your paygrade. You took off at a swift run as the voices got louder, and you could hear Juice yelling something back at them. You were nervous, but the only thing reassuring you at all was that you didn’t hear any gunshots. Whatever was happening, the chaos must’ve been somewhat controlled.
The run back to your car felt much longer than the walk away from it. You were practically gasping for breath as you fumbled around for your keys in your purse. Just as you were about to slide the key into the lock, you felt someone’s body press firmly up against yours. You started to let out a scream but they clapped their hand over your mouth.
“It’s me,” Juice sounded about as winded as you did, “Sorry, it’s me,” he let go of you, but his body was still flush up against yours, “Quick, unlock the door.”
You wanted to make a smart remark about how that’s what you had been trying to do before you got body-slammed, but your brain wasn’t working well enough for that. You were trying to turn your key in the lock while not thinking about the way his chest pressed against your back with each deep breath he took to recover from his run to you.
You were finally rewarded with the clicking sound of the door unlocking. You flung it open and scrambled over to the passenger seat, letting Juice climb in after you. He slammed the door shut and immediately turned the car on, throwing it in drive and peeling out of the parking lot.
Both of you were silent as he tore down the streets of Charming. You wanted to ask what that was all about, but you weren’t sure how much you really wanted to know.
Once his breathing started to level out, he glanced over at you, “You’re fucking fast,” he laughed.
You chuckled, leaning your head back against the seat, “Adrenaline and fearing for your life will do that,” you looked over at him, trying to search his face for some answers. Despite your better judgment, you asked, “What was all of that about?”
Juice sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to lie to you about it, “Zobelle isn’t the only person the club has pissed off lately.”
“Really racking up popularity points, huh?” you shook your head.
He laughed, “Yea. Mayans called off the truce. So it’s pretty much on-sight at this point.”
“Jesus Christ,” you ran your hands down your face, “So what now?”
He shrugged, still with a white-knuckle grip on his steering wheel, “Um. Good question. We can head back to the clubhouse, or we can find somewhere to lay low for a couple hours.”
The last thing you wanted to do right now was face your father and your brother. You looked at him, watching the way he stared intently at the road, “Where’d you have in mind?”
“Hm?”
“To lay low,” you sighed, “I don’t wanna fucking deal with Opie right now,” you let out a humorless laugh, “And if I don’t, I know you definitely don’t.”
He laughed despite the stress weighing on his brain, “That’s fair. I think I know a place.”
He didn’t elaborate further, and you didn’t ask him to. You rested back against the seat and watched the buildings and yards fly by your window as Juice drove you off to wherever he figured was a safe place to land. The longer he drove, the more relaxed he became, which in turn made you feel a little better as well. There was a tiny part of you that wanted to reach out and rest your hand on him, but you knew that was just the adrenaline talking, or at least that’s what you told yourself.
The car came to a stop in the driveway of a small house in a town that neighbored Charming. You’d never been there, and it didn’t look like anyone had been there in quite some time. You looked over to Juice, eyebrows raised as you waited for some kind of an explanation.
He looked over at you and gave a small shrug, “Club safehouse. Seemed like as good of a place as any to kill a couple hours.”
You shrugged and nodded, “Fair enough. It got a fridge? I don’t want all my groceries going to waste.”
He laughed, “Yea, it’s got a fridge. Your ice cream will be fine.”
You grabbed the bags out of the back of the car while he went and unlocked the house, checking to make sure that everything was alright. You knew the chances of anything happening to the two of you were slim to none. It wasn’t likely that they were able to tail you, Juice had driven all over god’s green earth to make sure that didn’t happen. Still, you felt a little better knowing that this was a designated place for laying low and staying out of trouble.
Setting the bags down on the counter, you started to take out everything that needed to be in the refrigerator or the freezer. It wasn’t much, but Juice was right when he called you out about the ice cream. It was the first thing you took out and tossed to be chilled.
You spun around to grab one last thing out of the bag and collided directly into Juice. Your hands landed on his chest while his grabbed onto your hips to keep you from stumbling further. You let out a nervous laugh, your face instantly getting hot. There was a small smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. Your entire body was trembling and as much as you wanted to blame it all on the chaos of the day, you knew there was a little more to it than that.
“You good?” his hands slid up your sides as he asked, pushing up the fabric of your shirt.
You swallowed hard, trying to focus on maintaining feeling in your legs as you nodded, “I’m good.”
He could feel the way your body was trembling slightly underneath his fingertips, “You sure?”
Your brain couldn’t come up with a single coherent thought. You were too distracted by the heat radiating from his hands, the way his chest rose and fell beneath your palms. The day had already been a trip and you figured there was no way that you could really make it all that much worse. So you gave in to the impulsive, needy part of your brain that had been quietly nagging at you all day.
Before you could try to reel yourself in, your lips crashed into his. It must’ve been exactly what he had been expecting, because his arms instantly snaked tightly around your waist and kept your body flush up against his. A quiet moan slipped past your lips as your hands roughly cupped his face, keeping his lips pressed against yours.
Hit bit down on your bottom lip with a quiet moan and the thought crossed your mind that it was one of the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard. You pushed the kutte down off of his shoulders and instantly started to lift his shirt off over his head. He let out a quiet, breathy laugh as he obliged, gripping onto yours to help you do the same.
With no hesitation he scooped you up off the floor and carried you to the bedroom. You let out a gasp as he dropped you onto the bed and instantly began undoing your shorts. You lifted your hips to make it easier for him to slide them down your legs. He smiled as he tossed them aside, along with your underwear. You sat upright and your hands instantly went to work on his belt. You looked up at him for a moment and when you saw the way he was smiling down at you, it became almost impossible to focus on the task at hand.
Despite the distraction, you were rewarded with the sound of his jeans falling to the floor in a denim pool around his ankles. He stepped out of them and back you onto the bed, hands roaming over your body the entire time.
His lips found yours and within moments you felt his tongue running along your bottom lip. He situated himself between your legs as he kissed you, one hand sliding down your stomach and landing between your legs. His fingers traced lightly over your folds and he moaned into your mouth when he felt how wet you already were.
He took his lips off of yours only long enough so that he could position himself at your entrance. He looked up at you, eyes searching yours for the go-ahead to continue. Your hands gripped onto his hips and pulled him into you, causing both of you to moan. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting down onto your shoulder as he thrusted into you.
Your nails raked down his back as you lost yourself in the feeling of having him inside of you. His name fell from your lips repeatedly as his body continued to connect with yours. His hands traveled all over you, caressing every inch of exposed skin with a gentleness that didn’t at all match the intensity that he was using to fuck you, but it felt right nonetheless.
You gripped onto his biceps, nails sinking into his tattoo as you felt your orgasm building. You cursed as his pace continued to increase, his hands finding their home on your hips as he pinned you down.
“Fuck,” every muscle in your body tensed as you came. Your hands grabbed and scratched at his back and shoulders for a grip that they couldn’t find.
Juice wasn’t far behind you, quickly pulling out of you a few moments later before he did something he’d regret. He collapsed onto your chest with a deep sigh, hands gently sliding up and down your sides. It was the first time all afternoon that your body stopped trembling. After a few moments of nothing but the sound of your breathing filling the room, you heard Juice let out a quiet laugh.
You looked down at him, “What’s so funny?”
He rested his hands on your chest before placing his chin on them. There was a tiny smirk on his face as he fought to get his breathing evened out again, “Told you this wasn’t a demotion.”
You laughed, shaking your head, “You’re ridiculous.”
“C’mon,” he joked, “you gotta admit that this all could’ve gone so much worse.”
You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face, “I guess so,” you locked eyes with him, “How much longer you think you’ll have to keep an eye on me?”
He laughed, leaning up to place a soft kiss on the side of your neck, “Probably for a long time. Just to be safe.”
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alvfr · 3 years
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Monthly
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Pairing: Emily Prentiss x F!Dom!Reader
Prompt: D for Dominate + # for period sex, requested by Anon
Rating: Explicit. 18+, minors DNI
Words: 2.1K
Includes: Soft!Dom. Period/menstrual sex = mention of blood. Fingering. Oral sex. Some overstim.
A/N: Shortest thing I've written. This is very soft domination, and I'm not an expert in this field at all. No degradation. If you're squeamish, this fic includes mention of period blood! Cross-posted to AO3, link in my masterlist.
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“Legs spread, Emily.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“I said spread, Emily.”
A brief pause before she heeded your request and placed the soles of her feet on the towel covering the mattress. While you waited and watched, she dragged her heels back so they pushed against the plump muscle of her ass. It took visible effort before she relaxed her legs and had them drop open to either side.
“There’s a good girl.”
Her thick eyelashes, black as her hair, fluttered against her cheeks in relief. Already pulling deep breaths through her parted lips, even though you hadn’t come close to touching her. The muscles of her throat worked as she swallowed before managing to whisper: “Thank you, Miss.”
She was a sight, that’s for sure. Long stretches of pale skin and tight curves where she laid on the bed. Head resting on a pillow with her shiny black hair splayed like a dark halo around her face. Naked and slightly flushed, with only the deep pink of her nipples breaking the flow until the neat triangle of curls started between her legs. It led down to something more colorful — blood swelling into her vulva, making it plump and matching the deep color of her nipples. With her legs spread like this, she was opening herself up to the room — up to you — and you licked your lips as if you could already taste her on your tongue. Her hands down by her side where she kept clenching and unclenching her fists. Poor thing still so riled up from work, tense and nervous even now.
Letting her simmer in anticipation, you studied her face too. Eyes closed, mouth open, the faint remains of the lipstick she’d worn to the office still on her lips. The sharp angle of her nose pushed up, giving her side-profile a downright regal and haughty expression — your absolute favorite thing about her. A physical reminder of her character. Along with the strong cheekbones, the slope of her jawline, and a mouth used to order and command.
And here she was, already panting with need and fully at your mercy.
“Have you been a good girl today, Emily?” you asked and watched with delight how her eyes squeezed shut. Finally moving, you got up from the chair next to the bed and wandered around it, drifting your fingertips over her collarbone with feather-light pressure. “Hm?”
The admission came like a plea. “No, Miss.” A brief pause, not from hesitation, but because her mouth looked too dry to speak. “I’m sorry, Miss.”
You let it slide for now and trailed your hand down to her breasts. Her chest bucked under your touch, showcasing different muscles and curves of bones under her soft skin. “Why not?”
Dark eyebrows pulled down even while her eyes remained closed. You loved her deep voice, especially now when it bounced up and down in pitch while she stuttered. “I — uh — I didn’t think- I didn’t know-”
Her messy speech sent thrills up and down your spine. Emily Prentiss reduced to a blubbering mess over something as silly as this. A tremble passed through her body when you carefully swept your fingers over her hard nipples. She wasn’t one for sounds — not in the beginning anyway — so you had to watch her breathing or rely on her for using safe words if necessary.
“You didn’t know what,” you plucked one of her nipples with two fingers and applied a light pressure, “Emily?”
Back arching off the mattress, she swallowed thickly again. “That this- that you- that-”
God, she was beautiful. You took pity on her, but pinched tighter around her nipple in return. “That your pussy belongs to me?”
“Yes, Miss,” she whimpered and dropped down to the mattress when you let go of the stiff little bud, now redder than before. She let out a throaty: “I’m sorry, Miss.”
“That you’re mine?” You tweaked her other nipple, watching her brows furrow again, looking for any signs of real pain in case she was tender. “Every day of the month?”
“I’m sorry,” she moaned, shoulders slumping back down on the pillow, eyes still closed. She groaned when you flicked her nipple, squirming her hips on the towel. “Miss. I’m sorry, Miss.”
“Good girl.”
The praise pulled her lips into a tender smile and you ignored the way your heartbeat fluttered in your chest.
This had started when she came home from work, sulky and snappish and high-strung from stress. Usually the way to make her relax was bending her over your knee, spanking her until she begged for more, and then fingering her until she begged you to stop. It took her mind off things, to say the least, and when she slumped into your embrace afterward, where you petted her soft locks and whispered praise straight into her ear, she would finally let loose of the tension in her shoulders. If she could, she’d share what bothered her — usually the abridged version — and if she couldn’t, you’d distract her with the less gruesome matters of your everyday life.
Today though, she had scorned your advances. Not because she didn’t want it — she had said so herself, but it was so obvious from how she acted too — but because she thought you wouldn’t want it. Want her. Not... now.
Turns out, some of that bad attitude came from good old-fashioned PMS. You had laughed then, finding the thought of the tough FBI agent being squeamish about a little blood hilarious. Looping your arms around her, you had kissed her neck and offered to take care of her. Run her a bath, rub some lotion into her skin, massage her back and pussy alike because nothing helped more against cramps than an orgasm.
And she’d averted her gaze and muttered something about being gross. That she was bloated and bleeding and disgusting and that’s when you had grabbed her face, pinching your fingers on her chin, and ordered her to wash herself and get on the bed within five minutes. She knew you didn’t tolerate her badmouthing herself in any way. But if she wanted to act like a brat, you could treat her like one.
You could almost see the relief in her eyes then. See how much she needed to lose control — needed you to take care of her. Screw the bubble baths, she just needed someone to tell her what to do.
So now you had her spreading her legs wide on the bed, fully naked and panting. Waiting. Not begging for anything yet, but definitely eager because where you could see the faint red line dripping out from her spread lips. It mixed with her clear essence, painting her in a pretty pink.
You started slow. Moving from her nipples and down to her spread legs. Trailing your fingers in her wetness, praising her for being so good. For letting you take care of her for once. For spreading her legs so wide for you. For getting so wet for you already. Pretty, pretty girl.
The bedroom dissolved into nothing but your voice, her breaths, and the wet sloppy sounds from where your fingers pushed into her. You kneeled in front of the bed, watching everything up close, smelling her sweet juices and the slightly metallic blood. She writhed against your hand, the inner muscle near her thigh trembling when you found that cushy spot in the front, and her pussy fluttered around the intrusion. Two fingers — three fingers — they turned reddish pink with her juices and she was so open for you. So wet and hot and pretty.
“Oh god,” she groaned, and now her hands tugged at the towel under her hips. You kept pumping your fingers into her, deliberately not even breathing close to her clit, and saw her clench, squeezing around your fingers. “Please, Miss.”
“Is this good?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“My fingers in your pussy, is that good?”
Her voice cracked. “Yes, Miss.”
“Isn’t this my pussy?”
“Fuck, yes, Miss. I’m sorry.”
“Say it.”
“It’s your pussy, Miss,” Emily babbled, the muscles on her thighs flexing hard every time you rubbed her G-spot inside of her. “All the time. Always. All of me. Yours. Fuck. God. Please, Miss, pleas-”
“Are you going to be a good girl?” you asked, enraptured with how her knees trembled. Your fingers moved faster, aided by the extra lubrication, and you loved the soppy sounds they made. “Let me take care of you every day of the month? Hm? Let me use your pussy anyway I feel like? Only good girls get to come, you know. Are you going to be good?”
“Yes, yes, please, Miss, God-”
“Want me to rub your little clit for you?”
“Oh god,” her voice snapped into the room, “yes, please, yes.”
You blew some air on the top of her wet slit, and could see her clit throbbing. Still not touching it. She deserved some punishment from before. “Are you going to be good?”
“Yesss-”
“Going to come around my fingers?”
“Yes, yes, Miss, yes-”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Can I- can I please-” She hissed, lifting slightly off the towel, before forcing herself back down. “I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close. Can I please come, Miss? Can I-”
That was fast.
Silly woman. You had been right that she got extra horny on her period. Mentally counting backward, you realized she had happened to be out of town during her last cycles, but not always. Now the flimsy excuses before you moved in together made sense. So fucking stupid. Like you cared about some blood?
“Not yet.”
The sound from her throat was downright filthy and worth the strain in your wrist. “Please.”
You moved faster, spreading your fingers inside of her — all three of them and saw her hole stretch to accommodate it — before you twisted and nudged against that soft spot over and over again. Emily writhed on the bed, sounds coming from her chest that you’d never heard before, and you saw that little shiny button on the top of her pussy pulse steadily.
“Please,” she begged again, her hands splayed against the sheets and clutching so her knuckles turned white. “Please, Miss, please-”
Mouth watering, you leaned forward and fastened your lips over her clit and sucked. Hard. Emily screamed somewhere up above and gushed around your fingers and mouth. Her walls spasmed around your knuckles while you kept on sucking, tasting faintly metallic, but mostly sweet and her legs clamped around your head, muting everything but the taste of her pussy.
By the time you released her aching bundle of nerves with an audible pop, her chest rose and fell several inches. A stain spread on the towel and when you wiped your face against the inside of her thigh, you left a pink streak behind.
“Good girl,” you whispered and pulled your fingers back to see her gaping hole and a wanton moan let loose from her lips. “Such a good girl.” You reached up to massage her stomach, the taut muscles still bunched up from her climax. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
Her mouth hung open, but you saw her nod. The kohl black lashes flutter open a bit, giving you a soft smile from where she laid on the bed. The smile widened. “You look like a vampire.”
Grinning back, you nipped the inside of her thigh. “Okay, now spread your legs again.”
“What-”
“Oh, you thought we were done?” You swallowed her flavors and reached for the vibrator next to the bed. “No, we’re just getting started. Bad girls get punished, remember? Are you going to make me repeat myself? Leg-”
She hurried back into position before you finished talking, her wet lips opening with a soft smack right in front of your face. The hum of the vibrator filled the room and an excited thrill filled your stomach at seeing her pussy flutter around nothing. At the second-lowest setting, you pushed the smooth edge of the vibrator right next to her clit.
More wetness gushed out of her opening and you smiled at the sight. Pretty, pretty girl.
“Now hold this.”
“I-” Emily made a strained sound and you gave her a second to remember her place. “Yes, Miss.” She took over to hold the vibrator, careful not to move it a millimeter in either direction. “Fuck.”
“Don’t move.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“There’s a good girl.” You reached for the second toy next to the bed, one that would fill that hole already clenching around nothing. “I’m going to make you come so many times you forget your name, baby. Now spread your legs.”
She sounded more relieved than anything now. “Yes, Miss.”
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A/N: Haven't seen many fics written from the Dom's perspective, so let me know how it worked. Half a mind to write a similar one from Emily's POV if it's of interest, maybe without the period thing.
Feedback appreciated in general - feel free to send me a message on anon if you’re shy. Remember to reblog if you like it ❤
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tickly-trashcan · 3 years
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A/N: oughh these were both cute but i decided to go with Kurapika and Leorio because i adore them, i love how Leorio is like a dad to basically the whole group, but I especially like how sweet he is with Kurapika hehe. I must warn you this might be ooc since its my first time writing for hxh and i’m still only on episode 20 or so whoops. Still hope you like it!
Summary: Kurapika has been preparing a new trick, but when trying to show it to Leorio, things go a bit haywire.
Word Count: 1.1k (under the cut)
“Leorio, I need to show you something,” Kurapika said, sounding eager as he tapped Leorio’s shoulder, who was sitting at the table working on something.
Leorio turned in the chair, looking at the shorter blonde boy as he smiled.
“Sure, what’s up?”
Kurapika grinned. He had been working on a new way to use his chains, a way without Nen. It wasn’t perfect yet, and he was still making a few mistakes, but he felt confident enough to share it with Leorio.
He took a few steps back from Leorio, raising his hands. His chains slowly swirled around him, almost like a carousel as he focused, straining a bit.
“That’s really cool Kurapika!” Leorio said encouragingly, and Kurapika grinned, his confidence growing.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” He said, almost cockily as the chains changed directions, Leorio watching enthusiastically from where he sat. He made a funny face, one that suddenly caught Kurapika’s attention. Leorio sneezed, the loud noise breaking Kurapika’s attention as his chains whipped around out of his control. Kurapika let out a sharp cry, tripping backwards over his own feet as his chains wrapped around him.
Leorio gasped, quickly jumping out of his chair and rushing over to Kurapika. Kurapika struggled, trying to get out of the chains, but only managing to free one of his arms, which didn’t do him much good.
“Kurapika! Are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine, just a bit embarrassed now. Sorry, I meant for my trick to be cooler…”
Leorio shook his head, kneeling down next to Kurapika and immediately reaching over, grabbing onto the chains.
“Don’t apologize, kiddo. Let me help you out of these,” Leorio said, and Kurapika smiled. It was always nice to have Leorio around, he was like a father to him and his other friends, Gon and Killua. 
Kurapika winced when Leorio grabbed at a chain near his hip, Leorio quickly noticed and pulled his hands back, looking at Kurapika with worry on his face.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked, and Kurapika shook his head, his face heating up slightly from embarrassment.
“No, it just - it tickled…”
Leorio raised an eyebrow, Kurapika quickly averting his gaze to avoid further embarrassment, which also led him to missing the grin from Leorio.
“Alright then,” Leorio said, a lilt in his voice that he couldn’t hide. Leorio went back to untangling Kurapika, though he slipped in a few “accidental” pokes that made Kurapika flinch. 
“Leorio!” He whined, “Stop messing around and get me out of these!”
“Oh? I don’t think you realize the situation you’re in, Kurapika~”
Kurapika looked at Leorio with wide eyes, shaking his head as he giggled nervously. Leorio only chuckled, Kurapika already attempting to roll away before Leorio grabbed him, digging into his sides as Kurapika squawked immediately and uncharacteristically, though still managed to hold back his laughter.
“L-Leorio! Quit it! J-Just get me out of this!”
“Heh, you’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish you know,” Leorio teased, tickling his sides gently as Kurapika bit his lip, trying to keep himself from so much as giggling. Leorio raised an eyebrow, chuckling amusedly.
“I wonder how long you can go without laughing?” He proposed, almost as a challenge as Kurapika whined, a giggle slipping through when Leorio moved to his waist. Leorio tutted and Kurapika’s face started to go red from all the laughter he was withholding.
“I… was joking, Kurapika. You can laugh, you might explode otherwise.”
Kurapika shook his head, still refusing to laugh. Leorio rolled his eyes at the younger ones antics, figuring it was more funny than anything as he kept up the work on his waist, reaching down and tweaking his hip experimentally.
Kurapika jolted, looking up at Leorio fearfully, who flashed him a mere grin before digging in, making Kurapika instantly burst into laughter.
“Leheheorio! Wahahait!”
“Why wait? Not like you’re getting out of this anytime soon,” Leorio chuckled, Kurapika swatting at him with his one free hand, too busy to care about getting out of the chains now. Leorio dug his fingers gently into Kurapika’s hips, slowly climbing up to his ribs as Kurapika squealed, trying to wriggle away but only managing to tangle himself up more.
“Careful now, keep wiggling and I might not be able to get you out. I’m trying to help you, y’know!”
“Nohohot h-hehelping!” Kurapika wailed, his free arm flailing and whacking Leorio, though not hard enough to hurt. Leorio hummed, now scribbling his fingers over Kurapika’s exposed tummy, making Kurapika jolt.
He flopped around, trying to roll away again, Leorio quickly adjusting him as Kurapika cackled. He struggled in his chains, trying both to get away from Leorio’s tickly fingers and also to try and free himself. 
Leorio laughed with Kurapika as he tickled the poor boy, who flopped around like a fish out of water, his blonde hair all over his face as he tried to wriggle away. Leorio went back to Kurapika’s ribs, now his upper ribs.
Kurapika panicked, feeling Leorio get closer to one of his worst spots as he kicked his legs as much as he could in the chains, Leorio’s hands slowly creeping upwards…
Kurapika shrieked when Leorio finally dug under his arms, scribbling his fingers in the hollows as Kurapika arched his back, laughing loudly and rather undignified compared to his normally composed nature.
“LEheheorio!! Not thehehere!” Kurapika cried out, squirming from side to side as Leorio whistled, continuing to tease the sensitive hollows as Kurapika flopped, clamping his already trapped arms harder against his sides to try and nullify the sensations, only managing to trap Leorio’s hands.
“Not where? Not here? Why not?”
“Behehehecause! I-It’s bahad!”
Leorio hummed, pulling his hands out from under Kurapika’s arms. Kurapika panted heavily as Leorio chuckled at him.
“Had enough?”
Kurapika nodded quickly, and Leorio laughed. He finally helped Kurapika get untangled from his chains, minding how he grabbed the chains so he wouldn’t accidentally tickle him again. Finally, Kurapika was freed, and he immediately stretched, glad to be free.
He squeaked when Leorio poked his side as he stretched, retracting his hand quickly as he chuckled.
“Couldn’t help it.”
“You sure could’ve,” Kurapika huffed, though there was a small grin on his face that Leorio didn’t miss. He went back to his chair, turning it so it was facing Kurapika as he sat down.
“Well? Are you gonna show me the trick for real this time? I won’t sneeze, I promise.” Leorio said, and Kurapika raised and eyebrow. “Or tickle you.”
Kurapika smiled, going back to his position at the start of the trick with a grin.
“Watch this.”
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chasing-classics · 4 years
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It’s a Spectrum
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Summary: You are Nate Jacob’s little sister and Fezco’s girlfriend. You frequently cheat on Fez with Maddy, who cheats on Nate with you. Just toxic relationships all around that ultimately leads to sinful (and euphoric) pleasure. Enjoy!
 Maddy Perez x reader x Fezco
 Warnings: Smut! Smut! Smut! Cheating, toxic relationships
 Word count: 2525
 “Do you think sexuality is a spectrum?” 
 You couldn’t help but laugh out loud, causing Maddy to jokingly smack your arm.
 “I’m serious, y/n! Do you?” she pressed but the slight smile and suppressed laugh didn’t escape your notice.
 “Maddy, you’re asking me that after we just fucked for like the tenth time this month,” you grinned, shimmying on your skirt as you got up from her bed.
 “Don’t leave,” she frowned, yanking you back into her bed next to her.
 She gently grabbed the back of your head, pulling you into another sweet, but passionate kiss. This is what she always did, it was how Maddy maintained control. A little gasp escaped your lips as her mouth moved from yours down to your chest. You weren’t stupid. Ever since your older brother Nate and her broke up the very first time about a year ago, you and Maddy had been in and out of each other’s beds. You felt no remorse for the times she was in a relationship with your brother, but would sneak around to be with you. She’d be in your bed fingering you until you cried out her name while Nate was at football practice. Both of you would shower together when Nate would be out with McKay or your father. You’d sneak kisses here and there at school. Now, Nate was a complete asshole and everyone knew it, but he wasn’t stupid. It took blackmailing him with the photos you found on his phone to get him to leave you and Maddy alone. Ever since then, you all lived fucked up lives. Nate and Maddy would fight, which would lead her to take out her frustrations on you in bed. She’d cheat on him with you. . .and you’d end up hurt when she’d go back to him.
 Your phone buzzed from the pile of clothes on her floor. You could’ve sworn she growled, but still let you go to answer it. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop the small smile that graced your lips. Maddy glared at your phone.
 “It’s him, isn’t it?”
 You sighed and put your phone down, turning to face her. “You said it wasn’t going to be a problem,” you raised your eyebrows. Maddy rolled her eyes. “You’re dating my brother while fucking me, but I can’t date Fez?” 
 “Depends, who makes you cum harder?” she smirked before pulling you back into bed.
 Your tongues fought for dominance, which Maddy of course won. Your hands traveled down her body, wanting to be as close to her as possible. Suddenly, she pulled away and looked into your e/c eyes. 
 “I love you,” she admitted.
 You smiled sadly, brushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
 “I know. . .but you’ll always choose him.”
 You didn’t say anything as both of your eyes lightly brimmed with tears. It was the truth. She’d always choose your brother. It left a hollow, stinging feeling in your gut. You didn’t know if you were in love with Maddy, but you knew you had love for her. You hated the way Nate treated her. She deserved better. She deserved to be loved the right way. But so did you and you knew deep down she’d never leave your brother for good. She’d always go back to him. It wasn’t long before your skirt was pushed back down and you both were crying out in pure bliss, you leaving shortly after as Nate’s name appeared on her phone. 
 If Fez had a problem with yours and Maddy’s relationship he never said anything about it. You knew it must have been a blow to his ego, but Fez was also laid back to a fault. He loved you, that much you knew. He loved you to the point he’d let you sleep with other people if it’s what made you happy. And you felt awful for it. The hickies Maddy made sure to leave along your neck and tits were meant as a message to not only Nate, but to Fez as well. Even if Maddy loved Nate, she had feelings for you too. When you had told her that you began dating Fez, her possessive side came out and manifested in various ways. Surprisingly, Fez didn’t back down from the challenge. He never got upset when you came to him smelling like Maddy’s perfume, or that after-sex glow clear as day on your face. He just made sure Ashtray was downstairs before he led you to his bed and claimed you for himself. As if to remind the both of you that while Maddy fucked you, you were his.
 “Not so hard babe,” you whimpered, currently on your boyfriend’s lap as his hands gripped your hips. His dick balls-deep inside of you as he fucked into you raw.
 “Too sore from earlier?” he breathed out, moaning as your pussy involuntarily squeezed his thick cock.
 You didn’t respond to that. You didn’t know how to. The school’s winter dance was currently going on and you knew it would be an absolute shit show when Nate chose to take some random girl instead of Maddy. You wanted to avoid the guaranteed drama, leaving you in the predicament you were currently in. Fezco had just finished up a job for Mouse and you could tell by the dominance he was displaying towards you that he needed to let off some steam. So, here you were. Fez began lifting you off his lap, only to thrust his hips back into you as he yanked you back down causing you both to moan loudly. He captured one of your rosey buds into his mouth and sucked as they bounced in tune with his thrusts. Sex with Maddy was nerve-wracking and sinful, but with Fezco it had always been euphoric.
 “I love you Y/N.”
 You froze, hands holding onto his pale shoulders.
 “But?” you questioned.
 “This thing with Perez, it needs to stop,” he looked up at you, hands now gently holding you. “I just want to love you the way you deserve. Just the two of us. Let me do that for you.”
 “Fez, I-I-,”
 “Yo Fez, we got a big problem,” Ashtray’s voice on the walkie talkie abruptly cut you off. Fez sighed and patted you thigh, signaling you to get up. Reaching over, he grabbed the walkie. 
 “What is it Ash?” 
 Before Ashtray could respond you both heard the front door swung open. Fez quickly jumped up, one hand pulling up his boxers, and the other grabbing the gun he kept strapped under the mattress. You grabbed the blankets in an attempt to cover yourself up while your boyfriend stood protectively in front of you. Fez’s door slammed open, revealing a very distraught Maddy. The blanket fell from your grasp, Fez still holding his pistol.
 “Y/n,” she whispered and it was at that point you knew. Nate broke her heart once again and she was here because you’d always been available to her. He broke your heart and she’d come to break yours.
 “Maddy. I can’t do it anymore,” you whimpered. You had to end things. You couldn’t handle the turmoil anymore. It wasn’t fair to you and it sure as shit wasn’t fair to Fez.
 “Please. I need you.”
 Before you could say anything Fez cut you off.
 “Babe. It’s cool,’’ he then turned his attention back to Maddy.
 ‘’This is the last time, you hear? I’m not gonna let you keep breaking her heart. Just ‘cause you like getting smacked around by your man and getting fucked over doesn’t mean she has to be the same way with you.’’
 Ouch. The hurt was evident in Maddy’s eyes before it quickly gave way to anger towards Fez. She sucked in her bottom lip before slowly nodding. Both of their eyes were directed at you then, Fez gently pulling you up and leaning down to kiss you. You froze, awestruck at what you assumed they were implying.
 Fez held you close to him, his dick slowly hardening against your lower stomach as you made out. You shivered when you felt Maddy’s hands against your back. You turned to face her and she quickly pulled you in for a kiss, much rougher than the way Fezco kisses you. His hands cupped your breasts from behind as his fingers tweaked and tugged at your hardened nipples. You felt so exposed as both of them touched you, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the attention you were receiving. 
 “Ahh,” you moaned out as Fez licked the side of your neck, biting into it.
 “Bed,” he ordered.
 Maddy made herself comfortable, legs spread out and didn’t break contact with you as she tossed her thong to the side of the bed. 
 “You know what to do baby,” she smirked, eyeing the way you looked as Fez rubbed your arms while rubbing his cock against your bare ass.
 You slowly crawled to her, making sure to shake your ass for Fez as you did. Dropping the lower half of your body against the mattress your tongue made it’s way inside of her needy pussy. Her perfectly manicured hand wrapped around your hair and pulled you closer. 
 “That’s it, slut” she moaned out. 
 SLAP!
 You gasped against her when you felt Fez’s hand  come in contact with your right ass cheek. Maddy moaned in response, shoving you deeper into her. Fez’s hands gripped your ass, spreading the cheeks so he could see all of you.
 “She’s real wet, you like the attention you’re getting lil mama?” the sound of his deep voice sent shivers down to your core. You whimpered in response, feeling the cool night air against your heated pussy. You continued to lap at Maddy, alternating between fingering her and thrusting your tongue deep into her. She rubbed your head and whispered words of encouragement all while Fez’s thumb swiped at your drenched folds. The bed dipped as he kneeled on the mattress and just based off the heat you felt, you knew what to expect next.
 “Be a good girl for me,” Fez grunted as he shoved his entire length inside of you in one thrust.
 Before you could cry out Maddy held both of your hands in hers, moaning as your tongue inched her closer to her climax. Fez held nothing back as both of his hands gripped your hips to hold you against him while he drilled into your tightness. His balls slapped against your sensitive pussy making you cry out against Maddy’s. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, Fez’s grunts, Maddy’s moans, and your muffled cries filled the room. You could feel Maddy’s thighs tensing up, her pussy clenching around your soaked fingers and tongue. The way her hands gripped yours tighter.
 Your eyes closed in pleasure as Maddy’s back arched off the bed, her cum dripping into your tongue and some on your plump lips. She panted, looking down at you with adoration. If this was really the last time she’d have you like this, she wanted this burned in her memory. Your juicy lips covered in her cum, hair messed up from the way she held you, and your beautiful face looking back up at her while your boyfriend brutally pounded into you from behind.
 Not one to be left out, Fez’s hand held onto your shoulder as he thrust harder if that was even possible. Your moans spurred him on and you knew he was sending his own message. She’s mine. He reached depths you didn’t even know existed and you could tell by the way his dick pulsed inside of you that seeing you with Maddy brought out the dominant side in him that lurked beneath that laidback, reserved persona of his.
 You were pulled up so that you were balanced on your knees, your back against the front of Fezco’s body and on full display for Maddy. Your tits bounced as his cock disappeared into your tight opening. Your own juices already dripping down your thighs as the most vulgar sounds came from Fez’s rough thrusts. You were already moaning to the point you were convinced poor Ashtray heard it from downstairs when Maddy got on her knees in front of you and pulled you into the most sinful kiss you had ever experienced.
 Her hands traveled down your body, one quickly finding your swollen clit, the other finding hers’. You didn’t dare look away from her as you both moaned in unison, the assault on your clit coupled with the feeling of Fezco’s large cock filling you repeatedly was too much.
 ‘’I-I’m going to c-cum,’’ you moaned out, both of your lovers moaning in response.
 Fez continued holding you, his arms wrapped firmly around your abdomen and chest while he breathed into your neck from behind. ‘’Cum for us mama. Milk my dick,’’ he grunted. Maddy pressed her lips to yours as her fingers dove deeper into her pussy and rubbed your clit frantically. She bit down on your bottom lip, sending you over the edge.
 ‘’FUCK,’’ Fez moaned as he shot his thick cum into you, the feeling too much to bare as your own orgasm took over you. Maddy followed soon after, her second orgasm causing her legs to tremble as juices flowed from her pussy onto her hand and between her legs. You were sandwiched between the two, shaking and struggling to regain your breath. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you came down from your high. As usual, Fez talked you through your orgasm.
 ‘’It’s ok baby. I got you,’’ he whispered, turning your head so he could press a kiss to your cheek as the last bit of his cum emptied into your sensitive core. If Maddy and Fez hadn’t been propping you up, you would’ve collapsed then and there, a debauched mess. You felt Maddy kiss you one last time, her hand holding your arm and reluctantly letting go. She stood on wobbly legs, avoiding your gaze until she was back in her short dress.
 ‘’Bye y/n,’’ the small crack in her voice didn’t escape you. You wish it didn’t hurt seeing her walk away, but a part of you left with her. You wondered how long it would last before Nate smooth-talked his way back with her. You wondered how much it would hurt to see her go through it all again.
 The feeling of Fez kissing your shoulder brought you out of your head, you finally turning to face him as you both laid on your sides in his bed. He looked down at you with those gorgeous blue eyes, pulling you to rest your head against his chest as he played with your hair.
 ‘’I love you,’’ you whispered.
 ‘’I know. . .but you’ll always choose her.’’
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keys-to-the-kinkdom · 4 years
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i see medical/examination kink on your list 👀 maybe someone (take your pick) examining ciri? perhaps she's a sex slave they're getting ready to sell??? - 👽
Aiden was at the slave market under contract. Despite his reputation, he did tend to prefer his partners consenting, but a grieving widow had put out a contract on a slaver and Aiden had been too much of a bleeding heart to say no. Lambert was going to laugh himself sick when he heard. The problem he was having was that his target was back at the slave pens. The public weren't allowed access to the slave pens without being a buyer. Aiden didn't want to buy a slave, not even to kill one of the slavers. 
He was leaning against one of the pillars in the auction room, trying to look dangerous and unapproachable while he worked out how to fulfil his contract. He was barely paying attention to the stage, just enough to spot a threat if one was to emerge. A flash of white caught his eye. His first thought was that Geralt was here chasing the same or another contract. A closer look showed just how wrong he was. 
Ciri was standing, tall and regal in the middle of the stage. She was completely bare. Even with her cunt out and her nipples teased to stiff peaks, she radiated serene regality. Aiden adjusted himself subtly in his breeches. Like all the slaves, her hands were tied behind her with sturdy rope and there was a thick leather collar around her throat. The leash was held by the auctioneer. 
'Our next lot is a young woman, approximately twenty five years of age, healthy and strong. She would be suitable for any work, including manual labour and bedsport. She is not untouched. I'll start the bidding at 300 crowns,' the auctioneer called. 
Aiden’s hand was in the air before he had a chance to think. Ciri was a Wicher in all but mutations. She’d be able to help him fulfil the contract. He also owed it to the wolves to rescue their youngest from a situation that she probably didn’t want to be in (although she looked comfortable enough on the stage). Those were the reasons he’d have given if anyone had asked him what he was doing. The reality was though, that in that moment, he saw her and he wanted and he had the means to take. 
The bidding spiralled up from 300 to 500 to 700 and Aiden began to sweat. He’d had a good season on the Path, starting out with new gear from the caravan and picking up a few very lucrative contracts early on, but he wasn’t made of money. Not like some of these people were. Just as he really began to worry, Ciri bared her teeth and snarled at the greasy, portly man that was attempting to outbid Aiden. Her sharp teeth glinted in the light and the glare was as feral as anything Lambert could have produced. Aiden’s dick twitched in his smalls. His opposition on the other hand, shrank back, put off by the sight and he missed his chance to bid. 
‘Going once! Going twice! Sold to the man with the red hair!’ the auctioneer called. He handed Ciri’s leash off to an attendant and the next slave was dragged out. 
Aiden made his way through the administrative process as quickly as he possibly could. The attendant that led him back gave him an indulgent smile. 
‘She really is something to look at, that one, isn’t she?’ he said conspiratorially.
Aiden swallowed and nodded, ‘Yeah.’ His voice was raspy. ‘I can’t wait to find out what she’s like in bed. Seemed to have some fire in her.’
Of course, he knew Ciri’s fire well. The idea of it leashed under his control was doing things to him that he didn’t really want to admit to. He was learning a lot of things about himself very suddenly. 
The slave pens were in a large warehouse at the back of the auction building. There was an open space in the middle where the sold slaves were tied to hitching posts, waiting for their new owners. Aiden’s eyes snapped immediately to Ciri’s white blonde hair. He walked towards her like he was the one on the leash. 
When he reached her, a lean, rat-faced man stepped forward and took the token that provided proof of sale. 
‘Watch for this one,’ he sneered, ‘she’s a feral little thing.’
He reached out to tweak a nipple but froze when Aiden clamped a hand around his wrist.
‘She’s mine,’ he hissed, ‘and you will not touch her.’
‘Quite right, Sir,’ the man said with an oily smirk, stepping back. ‘Will you inspect the goods before you leave?’
Aiden had heard of the practice, of course. As a Wicher it was impossible to not be introduced to the seedier sides of life. As a Cat Witcher who was less picky about his contracts than schools like the Griffins or the Wolves, it was expected that he’d have contacts in the underbelly of society. As such, he knew what he needed to do here. He knew he should feel reluctant, but all he felt was desperate. He wanted to get his hands on that pale, creamy flesh and show her who she belonged to. 
‘Yes, I’ll inspect her,’ he said, stepping forward.
They were nose to nose now. He could feel her little puffs of breath hitting his chin. Her warmth was intoxicating. He leaned closer, placing his lips by her ear.
‘Hello there, little pup,’ he whispered. 
She shivered, very lightly, but enough that he noticed. 
He stood back and looked her over. 
‘Good. She knows to hold position at least,’ he said, eyes flicking to the slaver.
He reached out and tilted her chin up. Her skin was soft and warm. It wasn’t the first time they’d touched. He’d helped train her after all and spent several winters in the wolves’ keep with her where they all wrestled and sparred. This deliberate touching of her naked skin was different though. Electricity sparked along his fingertips which felt like they suddenly had a direct line to his cock. 
‘Where did you get her?’ Aiden asked. 
As he waited for an answer, he lifted first one eyelid and then the other. Her eyes were clear and bright and she didn’t waver under his hands. He burned with the trust it implied. He ran his fingers down over her cheeks, stroking her hair back from her face and coming to rest cupping her jaw. She blinked once, slowly. 
‘Found her running around in Ebbing, asking questions she shouldn’t have been. Didn’t take much to shut her up,’ the slimy arsehole crowed. Aiden longed to silence him. Permanently. 
He focused on Ciri. Her light, sweet scent filled his nostrils and calmed him. He was where he needed to be to fulfil the contract. He swore to himself there and then that he would kill this odious man before he left. How dare he think he had the right to touch Aiden’s Ciri? She deserved better than his disgusting hands on her sweet, perfect body. 
He lifted her top lip and slid one finger in, running it around her teeth. They were all in place with no cracks or other damage. He breathed a little easier. Ciri didn’t have the same mutated ability to grow new teeth if her original ones were damaged. Her training had focused a lot on protecting her face. He pulled his finger back and hooked it across her bottom teeth, pulling her mouth open. She allowed it and he swallowed hard at the sight of her little pink tongue, sitting there so innocently. He imagined it licking at his cock. He slid two fingers in, as deep as he could. She breathed deeply around them but didn’t otherwise react and Aiden felt himself beginning to leak. Her mouth was warm and soft and he wanted nothing more than to push her to her knees and sink his cock in. He couldn’t though. He had to keep his cover. He had to hope that Ciri knew what he was doing and that she wouldn’t hate him afterwards. 
He pulled his fingers out and dragged them down her throat, spreading the wetness and making it glisten. As he trailed over the collar he felt her breath hitch and he paused to tug on it a little. Her scent deepened, ripening with arousal. He tugged harder and she whined. He considered teasing her some more, but resisted, instead moving to slip his hands down her arms, checking her muscle definition. He tested the rope around her wrists and subtly loosened it enough that she could slip out if she needed to. He desperately hoped she’d stay where she was, but at least she now had the ability to leave if she wished. The leash was looped around the pillar but it wasn’t tied. A good pull would have it free in seconds. 
His fingers skimmed from her wrists over her ribs where he frowned over how clear it was that she hadn’t been eating enough. She blinked at him again and relaxed into his hands. 
‘Did you not bother feeding her?’ he asked, venom dripping from his voice.
‘She’s alive, ain’t she? She ate enough.’
‘I prefer my partners to feel less like I may break them the first time I throw them down to fuck them properly,’ Aiden spat. 
Ciri’s moan was almost certainly too quiet for anyone else to hear. It was barely audible to Aiden’s Witcher enhanced ears, but it was audible. He smirked at her. He could see a muscle jumping in her thigh where she was clenching her legs. He preened at the knowledge that she was turned on by him. 
From her ribs, he slid his hands up and cupped her breasts. He paused with his thumbs hovering over her nipples, which were still taught and peaked in the slightly chill air of the room. 
‘Are you sensitive?’ he asked her, his voice dripping like dark honey between them. He should be kind to her, but there was a beast inside him, rising up and screaming for her ruin. 
‘Yes,’ she whispered. 
‘Yes?’ he asked, giving in all at once to his basest instincts, ‘Yes what?’
‘Yes, Sir, I’m sensitive,’ she replied, louder now and more confident with something to push back against. 
‘Hmm.’
He pinched them, quick and hard and she arched back and wailed. Each breast was barely a handful, but they were soft and round and tight. Her nipples were small and he applied himself to teasing them, alternating sharp pinches and light brushes in an unpredictable pattern. He could see her struggling to stay still, wanting more. Her back was bowed into an arch as she pressed forward into his hands. He thumbed over both nipples, gave them a sudden hard twist then let go entirely. Her voice rose in a reedy wail. 
‘You are sensitive,’ he purred, ‘Does that apply to everywhere, I wonder.’ She opened her mouth to answer him, but he interrupted her. ‘You only need to speak when ordered to. Otherwise, keep your mouth shut unless you’re moaning on my fingers.’
She closed her mouth and nodded. He pulled the leash rope free from the low railing it was attached to and tugged her forward. She fell into him, off balance. He used the opportunity to grab a handful of her tight little ass which she wiggled. He pressed his hand between her legs and found that she was soaking. Slick dripped freely from between her folds and she moaned as soon as he touched her. 
‘Eager little thing, aren’t you,’ he murmured. ‘So wet for me. You’re going to make such a good slut.’
He spun her around and pressed one hand to her hip and the other between her shoulders.
‘Bend over and put your hands on the rail,’ he ordered. 
As soon as she complied, he kicked her feet wider, exposing her most intimate places to his view. She was flushed red and dripping. The scent of her arousal wound around him and intoxicated him. He had to have her. He wound the leash around his fist and pulled it, forcing her head up and her back to arch so that she was presenting to him. 
‘I’m going to touch you now and you’re going to come on my fingers like the greedy little slut that you are,’ he told her. ‘If you’re good, I’ll give you my cock, but you have to earn it. I want to hear you scream, do you understand?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ she whimpered.
‘Good girl.’
His finger circled her clit and she whined. He laughed, low and a little cruel. It wasn’t going to be that easy. 
‘Have you ever been fucked before, little slut?’ he asked her.
‘Yes, Sir,’ she replied, gasping for breath as he pushed two fingers into her without pause. He wanted to wreck her. He wanted to own her, to possess her so utterly that she would never look at another man again. The intensity of his own feelings overwhelmed him and he pushed another finger in, leaning forward. His hard cock pressed against her arse and he thrust, groaning at the friction. He leaned forward, draped half across her back so that he could hiss into her ear.
‘Look at you,’ he growled, as deep and resonant as any Wolf, ‘You were made for this. You were made to be my little slut.’ He dropped his voice to a quiet rumble so that no one but her would hear. ‘What would Geralt think if he could see you like this?’ he asked. ‘His precious daughter spread out on my fingers, whimpering for more. What would your Uncles say? Do you think they’d be disgusted to know that you’re nothing but a little slut? Or do you think they’d want a turn?’
Ciri gasped and moaned at that, slick leaking out around Aiden’s fingers to drip onto the ground. He pushed the fourth in and reached down with his thumb, circling her clit with a lazy, light pressure that did nothing more than frustrate. 
‘Oh, you like that idea, do you? You like the idea of your father and your uncles lining up behind me, ready to take their turn with my precious little slut? Is that what you want? I can make that happen,’ he growled twisting his fingers and pressing down with his thumb at the same time.
Ciri came apart with a wail, loud enough to turn heads in their direction. Aiden preened, knowing that everyone could see how good his little slave was. She shook apart under him, cunt clenching and fluttering around his fingers. He hooked them forward and pulled, twisting and pressing as she came. Slick gushed out, running down her thighs and soaking his hand. He purred at the feeling. 
‘What a good little slut,’ he whispered. ‘So good for me.’
‘Thank you, Sir. Thank you,’ she whimpered. Her voice was scratchy from the screaming. 
He drew his fingers out and pulled her up. Her knees were shaking and she fell back against him. 
‘You’ve made a mess,’ he said. ‘I think you should clean up after yourself.’
He offered her his hand and she stuck her tongue out, darting little kitten licks to clean it of her slick. She moaned as she did so and he couldn’t help but grind forward, pressing his cock against her pert little arse. She pressed back. The friction was both delicious and terrible. He wasn’t going to come in his braies like a kit. He wasn’t. If she didn’t stop that though, he might not have a choice. He pulled his hand away. 
‘Enough now,’ he said. He barely recognised the sound of his own voice. 
‘Are you happy with your purchase?’ the odious little man asked. Another man had joined him while Aiden had been distracted and he barely resisted the urge to curse. This was his target. The slaver that he had been sent after. Before he could react, Ciri had shrugged out of her ropes, ducked down and pulled the knife out of his boot. Her throw was textbook, exactly as he had taught her, and it embedded itself in the target’s eye. 
All hell broke loose as his body hit the ground.
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yanderenightmare · 4 years
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any tips in writing a yandere midoriya? i’m currently writing this book — and honestly the way you write midoriya is spot on! it’s hard for me to grasp characters, especially since they’re gonna be tweaked since they’re yandere. it’s not only midoriya that’s a yandere, it’s poly, so how do you think he would go about sharing his darling as well?
How to write yandere ! Midoriya Izuku
First: let’s look at the basics, as in key personality traits.
Midoriya is seemingly two things personality wise: he is optimistic and passionate. These two things however are strictly based a certain mindset, certain emotions, emotions that are highly volatile, as in changeable. What we can take from him being optimistic and passionate, is that he is calculating, observant, diligent and tireless. These traits, as opposed to the emotional traits, lack needing to be fueled by certain emotions such as happiness, and will therefore survive no matter his emotional state, which in turn makes them his key personality traits. Viewed in other ways: these are his key personality traits because they are unshakable as opposed to his awkwardness, anxiety and self-doubt, which are also things he can overcome, (things he has overcome in my take of him). All in all, no matter his emotional state, he will always remain calculating, observant, diligent and tireless.
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Now: having these traits calls for different abilities, a.i. they add up and award him with certain titles. Titles such as Hero, Genius... God.
Being a genius, where his experience as one of the most revered people in the world has led to many opportunities in dissecting and analyzing all his peers, meaning he has a great understanding of the human psyche, which in turn distances himself from them and makes him feel above them. Because, despite being superior, he is still human and still vulnerable to all human faults, and when humans are worshipped, they will think they are God, forgetting their purpose in the light of glory, forgetting that he is a Hero for the people, of the people, by the people and beginning to believe he’s above the law, (which eventually leads to him justifying kidnapping for his pleasure). He genuinely believes no other human can achieve his level of strength and smarts. And having a God complex as well as being psychopathic-smart, will lead to the bending and eventually breaking of morals, where he can excuse his depravity with it being conscious and not mindless, he can excuse it for being for the greater good, something above regular human understanding. Thinking that: because he’s aware of it being wrong, that it is somehow allowed, somehow less dangerous and justified. Completely blinded by his own sense of superiority, never once seeing just how dangerous his feelings of being above the law can become, (definitely not seeing it when eventually regarding his darling).
Secondly: we have to take a look at how Midoriya views love.
Because Midoriya is such an intelligent person who knows the natural laws and works behind love, knowing how it’s simply a chemical reaction made to make animals breed with nothing supernatural or mystical or heavenly about it, he’ll naturally have a very unromantic and practical approach to finding a partner. He’ll want to resist falling prey to dependence.
But, even he cannot fight the vicious bite of loneliness. Finding a perfect someone after so many years of resisting and ignoring and denying those primal urges obviously gets to him in the end, where finding his darling feels almost like godsend. Which was exactly what he was trying to avoid falling prey to, where he was aiming to rise above regular human needs, regular human beliefs regarding love: a concept he had no faith in, a concept he didn't want to have any faith in, but fell for anyway.
However, while beholding his darling as something precious, his own God complex gets in the way of viewing her as his equal, where she’ll often feel as though he doesn’t even view her as human, more like a pet or even a plant, not something to communicate with, but something that should sit still and look pretty, something to maintain and admire, not intelligent like him. 
But, there are different types of smarts in the world. Whereas Izuku has practical, social and analytical intelligence, he’s more or less let go or forgotten about true emotional intelligence. Which is something that will surprise him about his darling, or something that will surprise him about himself, how much he enjoys her presence, her humanity, her basic straightforward moralistic compassion, her need for contact, things he’s long ago forgotten, things he’s only now realizing that he’s missed dearly. At first he believes he’s simply entertained by her, but then he realizes he quite admires her, envies her even, because she’s innocent enough to feel things that he no longer can.
Thirdly: we have his yandere characteristics: sadistic, obsessive, possessive.
-Sadism (groundwork)
It is simply my belief that all yanderes have an inch of sadism dwelling inside them, because I find it hard to digest that any other human without such desires would enjoy controlling another human being. However, the amount of sadism inside may vary drastically.
Midoriya’s sadistic tendencies lies dormant, yet can come out at any given moment, making him rather radical, as in unstable or unpredictable. Though, not like an animal is unpredictable, as he will never act without finesse, he will never act without having complete control over the situation, including himself. We have to remember that Izuku takes great pleasure in knowing how he can rise above impulses. His sadism is more like a hunger that arises every now and again, where which Izuku realizes he is hungry, followed by Izuku luring and trapping his food then playing with his food and finally eating his food. Executed with finesse.
-Obsessive (one side of the coin)
Obsessiveness in general: is not just about laying worship, not just about adoring someone so much that it hurts, it’s about needing someone, needing someone so much that it outweighs and overcomes all obstacles that stand in his way to achieve having them
Obsessiveness in Midoriya: is slightly delusional, where which it tells him that him and his darling belongs together, where he’s optimistic that time will eventually gift him with her love in return. This is his softer side, his more lenient side, his understanding side, his tolerant side. And despite it being slightly delusional, this is actually his more logical side as well, where he’ll bare patient understanding that it’ll take time for her to reform herself, where he takes her emotional status into mind.
-Possessive (the other side of the coin)
Possessiveness in general: is not only about ownership, not only about restrictions, it’s about fear, it’s about reassurance, it’s about finding security in knowing that he and only he will ever have the liberty of having his darling, where he finds an inane amount of uneasiness in thinking she wasn’t always his, needing to find a way to make him forget that disgusting thought by having her belong to him in every single possible way.
Possessiveness in Midoriya: is slightly denialistic and protective, where it tells him that she belongs to him, no exceptions, no room to misunderstand, where what she feels doesn’t really matter because he loves her, he’s chosen her, and she’s simply not allowed to love anybody else, where any refusal will be corrected, will be proven futile.
Fourthly: what is Midoriya’s attitude towards his darling:
Here we add up everything we’ve just considered!
His intelligence calls for a type of deserved arrogance, a vain imagery of himself, making him a narcissist, which again makes him prone to dumbification when approaching his darling, manipulative suggestive language constantly making her feel like her rightful place is beneath him. This can be done in many ways, more so than degrading verbal comments. In visual effects: he can dress her up in innocent clothing just oozing with childlike naivety, braid her hair, decorate her with pastel bows all making her look like a sweet harmless little thing, but more importantly making her feel like a sweet harmless little thing. He can also act out degradation: through head-pats, carrying her places, bathing her. One can even take it so far as infantilization.
Obviously, the creation of rules and laws will build, also the product of his degrading nature, where the list of things his darling can and can't do or should or must do will grow longer over time as he finds that he quite enjoys having this type of control. I believe Izuku is quite lenient but has a breaking point. He won’t enjoy punishing his darling for every single little indiscretion she dares make, believing that this is both time consuming and a waste. His method is to wait until his darling has made a certain amount of faults, her mistakes topping each other like building blocks until the tower eventually tumbles, where which he will deliver a rather large punishment meant to correct her attitude once and for all, or at least until the tower topples again.
He’ll constantly be making a case of how much smarter and stronger he is than her, not in an aggressive way, but in a demeaning, patronizing way, often accompanied by him smiling a chiding smile that looks sweet yet when accompanied by his threatening eyes just look like teeth. Exercising dominance will become like a drug to him, where I’d say he’ll develop both a daddy-kink and a size-kink. His daddy-kink calling for patronizing behavior, teaching her manners and posture and punishing her when she refrains from doing what daddy tells her. And, his size-kink evokes the love to measure everything of his up against everything of hers, often comparing her soft petite precious hands to his deadly scarred ones, how she has no chance of pushing him away whereas he’ll have no problems in crushing her skull if he so wished.
Then of course, his feelings of entitlement call for him taking giant liberties when he’s craving she give him something she’d rather keep to herself. These entitlement feelings coming to fruition through his status as the world number one hero, his morals disappearing in those seconds he manages to twist his view of his darling as her own person into seeing her as his reward, as the world’s way of saying thank you, made simply to please him and having no purpose outside of him.
But, his idealization of his darling encourages him to pamper her, or at least in a way that he views as pampering. He’ll often ask her if there’s anything that she may want, either it be a wish for activity such as art supplies or reading material, or accessories such as jewelry, lingerie, cute little dresses. And when she never asks for anything he wants her to ask for, when her response is always a demand that he let her go, he’ll give her something anyway, something she’ll cry so preciously for to make him stop.
Obviously, I have expanded my view of him here, but I believe the key attitude he’ll carry towards his darling is simply being sweetly degrading, demeaning and patronizing.
Fifthly: how would he go about sharing?
In order for him to feel comfortable enough to share his darling with someone, they have to be someone he respects, someone he can almost look at as an equal or someone he looks up to and idolizes.
In other words: Midoriya will have to love his yandere partner in some form or way to share his beloved darling with them, either it be through mentioned respect, or through loyalty, where platonic or fluid friendship could also be a possibility.
Here are some examples I see being possible poly relationships:
MIDORIYA - ALL MIGHT - relationship based on idolization MIDORIYA - BAKUGO - relationship based on equality/respect MIDORIYA - SHINSO - relationship based on admiration/respect MIDORIYA - “FAN or FREIND” - relationship based on loyalty/trust MIDORIYA - URUAKA/TENYA - relationship based on friendship
I don't see sharing being much of a problem, unless the darling picks favorites. But, because Midoriya is likely much softer than the other yandere, I’m presuming, the favorite will probably be him and not his partner. In that case, he might really like having a parter to compete with! He’ll enjoy how she’ll resort to pleading with and appealing to his soft nature as opposed to the other yandere. He’ll probably love that sort of attention. 
I also think Midoriya will like cornering his darling with the help of his partner, trapping her together. I can definitely see him love playing good cop/bad cop. Perhaps even sharing the daddy-kink. Dynamics like Daddy/Master/”DARLING” or Sir/Boss/”DARLING”.
Also, I think he’ll love gossiping about their darling with each other behind her back, talking about how cute she is when she does this or that, how lovely she looks in that specific dress, how well-behaved she’s gotten, and all sorts of stuff, kind of like parents talking about their child.
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floriwoo · 3 years
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/ 18+ / fem reader
oh my god, kevin and leo threesome… i have too many thoughts
like you and kevin making out in his room, having the dorm to yourselves for the day. your back would be against the mattress and he’d be on top, one of his thighs in between your legs. he’d smile into the kiss when he feels your hips grind against his thigh, pulling his lips away from yours and pushing your hair out of your face.
“i’m going to make you feel good, okay baby? and i wanna hear you,” he’d say, his intense gaze making you shiver in anticipation before nodding.
one of his hands would trail down your body, the other hand cupping one of your breasts and kneading it. he’d bring a finger down to your core, rubbing it over your clothed slit and smirking at how you gasp at the contact.
he’d place an open-mouthed kiss on your neck before whispering, “you sound so pretty.”
you’d whimper slightly at his praise, and at how he slips his hand inside your sweatpants. he’d linger briefly on your soaked panties, pushing them aside to feel you completely and dipping a finger into your wetness. he wouldn’t hesitate to push his middle finger inside of you, the digit reaching much deeper than your fingers ever could, making you squeeze your eyes shut. he’d draw a whiny moan from your throat as he brushes against your g-spot, adding another finger to stretch you out.
“god, she sounds desperate to get fucked.” a deeper voice would break through your cloudy thoughts as you open your eyes. leaning against the doorframe would be leo, hands in his pockets and lustful gaze drifting over your body. you’d grab kevin’s wrist, trying to pull him away so you could maintain some decency, but he’d continue his movements, the pleasure in your stomach slowly building.
“hmm, she’s a whiny little slut when she’s needy. when did you get home?” kevin would ask, acting way too normal for the current situation.
“like a minute ago. it was pretty hard to ignore how loud she’s being.”
“are you alone?”
“yeah, the rest of the guys decided to go out to eat, so it’s just me.” leo would respond, adjusting his pants as his dick grew hard.
“kev, what-” you’d snap your mouth shut as he quickened the pace at which his fingers worked on you, adding stimulation to your clit with his thumb.
“baby, i think leo here wants to join us. is that okay?” kevin would be sure to ask you.
you’d return your focus to the man in the doorway, arousal trickling over your skin like cold water when you see him lick his lips at the sight of you. you had always found leo handsome, and the idea of him fucking you was too good to resist.
as soon as you said yes, kevin would pull his fingers out of you and walk toward his desk chair before saying, “then strip.”
you’d clench around nothing at kevin’s orders, beginning to follow them and take off your clothes. as you pull your shirt over your head to reveal your bra, you’d feel leo’s gaze tracing over your chest, making you feel so shy, yet also like electricity was dancing along your skin. you’d force yourself to make eye contact with him as you unclasp your bra and slide it down your shoulders, and the way he was looking at you only turned you on more.
you’d finish undressing and sit down on the bed, your back pressed against the headboard and thighs pulled in toward your chest. the way kevin had made you the one in control of this novel scenario would make you feel excited, but you were also used to him telling you what to do in the bedroom. you’d be unsure of how to continue, glancing at kevin with wide eyes as he sat at his desk.
as though he could hear your thoughts, kevin would say softly, “open your legs for him baby, don’t be shy.”
again, his command would send a jolt of arousal down to your core, and you’d bring your attention back to leo before slowly spreading your thighs to reveal your dripping folds. leo would gulp, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and revealing that he was as uncertain in this situation as you were. the way he’d unconsciously wring his hands would bring your attention to his fingers, and how they look even longer and more slender than kevin’s. you’d bite your lip at the thought of him using them on you, which kevin would notice.
“tsk, you’re so predictable. you want his fingers in your tight little cunt, don’t you? were mine not good enough for you?” kevin would ask sarcastically, his tone becoming more dominant.
before you’d have a chance to respond, kevin would gesture to leo to go ahead. the younger boy would get closer to you, finally being unglued from his place in the doorway.
he’d climb onto the end of the bed, settling himself between your legs. he’d look you in the eyes, making sure you were okay with this. when you nodded, he’d let out a deep breath and place his hands on your thighs. the second his skin came in contact with yours, you’d shiver, your hips jerking upward into nothing as desperation overtook your body.
leo would smile gently, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, “relax, i’ll take care of you.”
the combination of his husky voice and his breath tickling your skin would make you even needier. listening to his words, you would try to even out your breathing, which was easier said than done considering you were about to be fingered by your boyfriend’s friend while he watched.
leo’s hands would rub upward and downward on your thighs, nearly touching your core, but not quite. he’d kiss along your skin, tongue poking out to run over one of your hips before dragging it over to the other.
“please, touch me…” you’d beg, unable to take any more teasing.
he’d look down at your pussy, then up to your face as he drags one finger through your folds. even the slightest touch from him would cause your mouth to fall open, gazing deep into his eyes as you let out a pitiful moan.
he’d slide a finger into you, feeling how tight your walls are and swearing. the sensation would be so overwhelming, and you’d feel how long his finger is inside you, hearing the sounds of your juices as he starts pumping it in and out of you.
soon, he’d add a second finger, leaning down to run his tongue over your clit. he’d look up at you, his dark eyes meeting yours. you’d be so aroused at the sight of him, and you’d note that before this moment, you could never fully imagine what he’d look like between your legs. even if you could have imagined it, it definitely wouldn’t have come close to being as good as the real thing.
he’d wrap his mouth around your clit, sucking on the sensitive nub and curling his fingers into your g-spot. a mixture of curses and leo’s name would spill from your lips, informing him of when you were close. you wouldn’t be able to handle the pleasure, and soon your walls would be clenching around his digits as your orgasm crashed over you.
he’d thrust his fingers a few more times before pulling them out and tapping them on your bottom lip. you’d open your mouth obediently, sucking and swirling your tongue around them. the action would make leo groan, his dick painfully hard in his pants.
“good job, baby. now it’s my turn.” kevin would pipe up from his place in his desk chair, his hand palming his erection and a devilish smile on his face.
once he finished undressing, kevin would nod to leo to do the same. as leo pulled his shirt over his head, kevin would settle his back against the headboard, turning your body around so you were facing away from him. you’d hover over his lap, biting your lip to quiet a moan when you feel him dragging the tip of his dick through your folds.
“shit, you’re so wet… fuck. did leo make you feel good?” kevin would ask, and you’d nod in reply, waiting for him to enter you.
when he paused his movements, you turned around to look at him, begging him with your eyes to keep going. he would just shake his head at you.
“you’re not getting my cock until you thank leo for fucking you so well with his fingers.” he’d nudge his head in the direction of the other man, prompting you turn back to the front.
as you did so, you would get your first glimpse at leo’s naked body, feeing your heart thump even harder in your chest. your eyes would trail over his slender form, taking in his toned stomach and the happy trail that led to his erection.
“th-thank you,” you would stutter, your gaze locked on him as he moved closer, his hand wrapped around the base of his dick.
“mhm, maybe you can repay me?” he’d say as he stands next to the bed, tapping the head of his cock on your lips like he had done with his fingers earlier.
you’d take him into your mouth eagerly, a surge of pride flowing through you as he gasps at the feeling of your tongue. at almost the exact same moment, you’d feel kevin enter you, barely giving you a second to adjust around his length before grabbing your waist and thrusting up into you forcefully.
you’d lose your balance, placing your hands on leo’d thighs to catch yourself and incidentally taking his cock deeper into your mouth. he’d press his lips together, humming in pleasure as he runs his fingers through your hair before grabbing a handful. you’d let him control the pace at which he fucked your mouth, too overwhelmed by how kevin was fucking you from behind.
the sound of skin slapping would echo through the whole dorm as kevin picked up his pace, and you could feel your juices start to run down your thighs. although you had just cum a few minutes ago, you’d begin to feel a knot forming in your stomach again, the pleasure building as kevin started tweaking your clit with his fingers.
“ah fuck, your mouth feels so good,” leo would groan, his hips moving erratically as he got closer to his release.
kevin would grunt, “leo, i want you to cum all over her cunt. show her how much of a slut she’s being for the both of us.”
leo would nod in response, and kevin’s words would make you clench around him, causing him to chuckle.
“see, she just squeezed me harder. she loves being treated like a little fucktoy.”
kevin would punctuate his words by slapping your clit, making you whimper around leo’s cock. leo would throw his head back, pulling out of your mouth and positioning his dick next to your entrance. he’d stroke himself a few times before finally cumming, a choked moan leaving his mouth as his cum came out in spurts, coating your pussy and dripping onto kevin’s shaft.
as kevin’s cock became more slick with leo’s cum, he’d be able to pound into you even faster. he’d rub tight circles into your clit with one hand while the other hand was clinging to your waist, bringing you down harder to meet his thrusts.
the filthiness of the situation would make you screw your eyes shut, and soon you’d be crying out, “hmm, i’m gonna cum!”
“cum for me, cum all over my cock baby.” kevin’s voice would be so deep, lust overtaking him as he got closer to his own orgasm.
soon, you’d finally get your release, your walls fluttering around kevin’s dick and making him shoot his load inside you with a groan. he’d slow his thrusts, riding out both of your orgasms before stopping completely.
once you were able to catch your breath, you’d open your eyes again to see leo sitting at kevin’s desk, his own chest rising and falling rapidly.
“shit… that was pretty hot,” he’d say, a smile spreading over his lips.
“she’s always this hot. she’s fucking beautiful and she’s my girlfriend!” kevin would mention from behind you, making you turn around to meet his eyes.
the grin on his face would be so heartwarming, and you’d feel so safe in his presence, so lucky that you were his and he was yours. the soft feelings would catch you off guard, considering you were just being fucked like a toy, but this was kevin’s duality. no matter what degrading names he used for you during sex, he’d be sure to let you know how appreciative he was when it was over.
“i’m gonna go take a shower,” leo would say, picking up his clothes and making his way toward the door.
you’d stare at his back for a second before getting his attention, “hey, leo?”
he’d turn around to look at you, a questioning expression on his face.
“can i join you?” you’d say, biting your lip afterward.
his eyebrows would nearly jump off of his forehead in shock, making you let out a little giggle. he’d check kevin’s expression before saying yes to your request.
“of course you can baby,” kevin would say, lifting you off of his cock and patting you on the ass. you’d slide off of the bed, trying not to let kevin’s cum drip out of you and onto the sheets or the floor.
you’d hold onto leo’s arm, saying, “let’s go have some more fun!”
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