#If you just look at their right palms or left from the back it's in reverse! Whoops! Lol it's meant to be more by priority of the finger

[reshinless]

Hiii

Can you do reader masturbating while moaning Kinich’s name and he accidentally hears, then they bang?

you didn't get it. why was he so fuckin' attractive!?

you've always been close with him, ever since you both were kids and busy running around, playing house like every other kids do. but he has never looked better now.

he was just talking about his day, but he didn't have to play with the keys to your shared home with his fingers.

or how he just had to bite his glove off to use his bare hands to hold your waist back?

you always wished his fingers dug deeper in a different area on your body. Or maybe his cold lips, which spoke a word or two to others but are willing to speak all day with you, could go elsewhere, either.

"ahhn- kinich..." you catch yourself moaning, quickly covering your mouth to hide the lewd mewls coming from your throat.

he was in the room riiiight next to yours. shit.

it wasn't even on purpose—saying his name? while touching yourself? it came as an instinct.

fuck... you kind of do wish it was his fingers instead of yours. getting tired as is, but every time a picture of him flashed in your mind—you get hornier by the second!

yeah but, no way he'd be awake at this time of night. right?

with that realization, you decide no way he'd catch you. but little did you know...

as your digit creeps near your entrance, you let out a puffy, breathy moan. you were no longer hiding under any fabric, it was three am for crying out loud.

the hole grew tired, reddish-pink and ripe. it drooled from your essence, or it could've been the secret lube you hid in the nightstand.

you cried, and mewled quietly, lewd sounds from your tired entrance only getting louder.

"ffffuck! mmm—kin'.." you continued. "need you... s'bad.."

and through the slit of the door being slightly opened- there he was, his eye widening, watching how your naked body reacted to your touch that you imagined was his instead.

lurking by the actual entrance to your room. the vague, yet dangerous little whimpers you let out—not to mention most of it was just you pleading with his name.

shit- he felt a tent pitch in his pants, only tightening the more he watched. he felt shame for observing you, but he couldn't tear his eyes away so easily.

before you know it. your moans are prolonging, sweet, and hearty mouthfuls of cute little 'please's and 'kin's.

on instinct- he was already stepping inside, a flushed look in his eyes as he stood tall.

"ahh shit! I didn't mean for you to see me like this!" you immediately exclaim, hiding your exposed body under a pillow nearby.

"don't hide now, pretty."

well, this wasn't how you expected to lose your virginity. but you weren't gonna complain if the love of your life was already biting his glove off to finger your pretty lil' hole.

his pace was enough to bring you back to the peak you were about to reach previously.

"ahhn- kin'- hhhnngh.." you felt it knot in your stomach, the more and more his digits hit those oh-so-perfect spots, of course it was only a matter of time you'd cum and leave his fingers literally soaked in cum.

he only circled the cold-turned-warm fingertips around the rim of your soppy entrance. he admit he was biting his life to hold himself back from letting out a deep groan into your ear.

"haah.. ffuck.." left breathless—the sight of your hole simply squirting onto his palm. shit he could drink this for days.

by the time he wants more, his feral side takes form- he didn't even notice he already positioned himself to thrust into your slippery hole.

it felt so easy, yet so tight when his tip invaded it ever so slightly. your little sobs of pleasure didn't help his case, his lips inevitably reach yours, making out at the touch of your soft lips hitting his chapped ones.

he smirked as he left the long lasting 'peck', a string of saliva connected you, his thrusts only getting deeper. leaving your hole drooling for more- he could only stare lovingly at the simple sight of what connected you to him. at least to his tip.

a long night it truly was, hours later of what seemed to be back-to-back orgasms, it felt surreal. you could see the stars so clearly at this point, the amount of times your back arched, and ached for more a few rounds before-

or how many times you knitted your eyebrows right before releasing essence all over his shaft, he couldn't even count it on his fingers ;'(

leaving your legs shaking, he laid you down into a better position, one where it wasn't so uncomfortable. a peck is felt over your forehead, as well as a hand to accompany.

flying through the strands of your hair, he simply laid beside you.

"y'know, I would've gotten hear sooner if you moaned a little louder.." "kinich, its already morning!"

[bonniepop]

sakusa pulls away from your kiss-swollen mouth with a soft, wet smack, and your eyes dart to find the soft swell of his lip before looking up at his eyes.

you’re in an isolated corner of a parking lot near a commercial center; he’d just had a lunch date with you, your treat—a trade, for picking up your parents from the airport for the holidays.

“something wrong, kiyoomi?” you ask softly, adjusting so you can press yourself closer over the hand break. his hands are warm against your face, cupping either side of your jaw, but your hair brushes over his skin as he pulls away.

“i’m…” he starts, a little uncomfortable. he swallows for a second and his eyes flash to the phone in your lap. “did their flight take off already?”

he watches you you look down and grab your phone, the screen bathing your face in a soft glow.

“not ye—” your phone buzzes. “oh, wait. their flight took off just now.” you read the text, “‘plane taking off, will call when we land.’”

he hums and nods. “okay. they’ll get here in an hour, right?”

“yeah.” you cast him a glance and a smirk. “you nervous?”

“a little,” he admits. he reaches over to pat your thigh. “first time i’m meeting them, after all.”

“they’ll like you, don’t worry,” you tell him softly, depositing your phone in a cup holder before reaching forward to press a kiss to his mouth again.

it starts slow, but builds and burns, and sakusa can’t take it. he pulls away again, and the confusion on your face is cute.

“am i doing something wrong?” you ask, and he can't help but crack a smile.

“no, no—the opposite actually,” he murmurs. there's a brief pause, but it's long enough for you to see him think.

"hm?"

he clears his throat and gently takes your hand.

you wait patiently before raising your eyebrows when he slowly guides your palm over the erection tenting his dark jeans. your eyes stay latched with his, and you know that he can see the flush of mild embarrassment blooming on your cheeks.

“oh. oh,” you breathe in realization, and your eyes flash up to meet his. “do you…" you bite your lip. "do you need some help?”

something warm fills his chest when you say it. he's thinking of taking you up on the offer, but when your eyes glance to the back seat, he shakes his head. “love, no,” he chides you gently. “your parents will be sitting there later.”

you nod and purse your lips in thought. the options are limited. first, you live half an hour away, but you only have an hour left until your parents arrive. second, the parking lot you're in is fifteen minutes away from the airport, so going home isn’t an option. third, sakusa doesn’t want to have car sex, albeit with good reason. (you're kind of with him on that one.)

he picks your hand up from his arousal to press a soft kiss to your fingers. “i’ll be fine. is it… do you mind if we wait it out?”

“are you sure?” you ask, a little invested. you weren't going to lie and say you didn't want to, considering that for the next week and a half your parents would be in the picture, effectively cutting into your alone time. “maybe we can… i don’t know, maybe a motel? but you find those disgusting—”

“absolutely not,” he deadpans, and you nod. something occurs to you.

“your—well, how about the boys’ place—”

“no.”

“okay. um.” you lean closer and kiss the spot where his jaw meets his neck, plucking your hand from his hold and sliding it over his thigh. “i can use my hands, if you like,” you mumble against his skin. “my mouth, maybe?”

“i don’t think i’ll be able to look your parents in the eye if we have sex in this car before i meet them,” he grunts.

you frown, a little put out. you were trying to help him, but it seemed like every option you presented was a bad idea. "well. we can wait it out, then.”

you pull away and slump in your seat. maybe you were being a little petulant because your parents were flying in to stay with you for the holidays, but you know better. this was a deliberate attempt to snoop around your and sakusa’s relationship—through specially setup lunches, as he had to bunk it with the rest of the msby boys, albeit against his will. there was no way in hell your parents would be okay with you living with a boyfriend.

which meant that as long as they were around, there would be no sex.

after a moment of disappointed, awkward silence, sakusa speaks. “i think komori doesn’t live far from here.”

you press your lips together. “will he mind?”

“i can ask,” kiyoomi mumbles, and whips out his phone. a few taps and a few whooshes later, he drops his forehead on the curve of the steering wheel and groans. “komori’s not home.”

"oh."

he lets out one of the deepest sighs known to mankind. "on second thought," he says, looking pained. “the boys don’t… live far, from here.”

“i think hinata’s our safest bet,” you say carefully, not wanting to seem to excited, and he nods. he taps into his phone again, and a series of pings makes his phone buzz.

sakusa looks beyond disgusted. “atsumu replied with hinata’s number.”

“well,” you respond, trying to look on the bright side. “at least we have options?”

“he just said he keeps condoms in the kitchen,” he says with despair.

“at least he knows where they are,” you mumble, reaching forward to grab his free hand. “come on, love. we don’t have a lot of options, and if we take any longer to decide, we might be late when we pick up my parents.”

you watch him think, again.

"or we can go for the next week and a half with zero sex," you declare, "which is also fine by me."

he grumbles as pockets his phone and pulls out of the parking spot.

(you end up being fifteen minutes late, but their baggage carousel was delayed, so it was fine.)

[sleepincrow]

suguru geto plays with your boobs when hes injured, by the way, just wanna let you know.

its nothing too bad, but suguru likes to sit behind you and draw little circles on your bare hips underneath your baggy shirt.

you had wanted to read to him, pamper him. after all, his leg is pretty much broken right now. so you just wanted to be a good girlfriend.

but the way his overworked hands slide up your sides so gently like you're the most fragile piece of architecture made you stumble over your words.

"baby, what are you doing?" you inquire, almost threatening to close your book.

"shh, just let me feel you, angel, keep reading." his lips are right behind your ear and you swore you could feel the lightest plush of his lips against your skin.

but how could you really? the way his fingers trail closer to your chest makes the plethora of sentences in the book dance on your tongue, refusing to halt their relentless tango.

soon enough, the warm palms of his hands hold your breasts so delicately, ever so gently squeezing them — playing with them. his thumbs rub over your perky nipples, making you let out a shaky breath.

his own chest is connected to the flat of your back, bent a little forwards as your smaller stature curls in the sparks of pleasure.

the book had long been forgotten. your own hands using it as leverage to keep you sat up as straight as you could, without progress, of course.

you knew long before he was skilled with his hands, somehow multiplying your pleasure by tenfold compared to playing with yourself.

suguru's uninjured leg comes to wrap around one of your own, gradually spreading your legs apart. a soft whimper slips between your parted lips when you feel the cold air grazing your barely covered pussy.

now you debate on whether or not just panties to bed was a good idea.

too lost in the wonderland of growing pleasure, lips upon your shoulder going to the nape of your neck accompanied by whispered praises kept you distracted from the fact a hand had left your breast.

"y'so pretty, sweet angel." he cooed into you spit-slicked skin. eyes hungry for the way you contort your face into one of deep pleasure and fluster.

suguru would always find a way to lavish your perfect body. he worshipped you dearly, kissing every part of your skin like it was gifted by gods. he always found a way to praise you in action, even when he could not pin you against the soft silken sheets of your shared bed.

with a flick of a switch, a vibrating sound resonated within the dimly lit room

"be a good girl for me n' just sit still, look pretty, okay?"

not proofread. probably the first smut(?) ive acc posted AHHAH

[darylssunshine]

First Time

just riding on Eddie's motorcycle for the first time hehe

fluff!!!!

word count: 1k-ish

a/n: I know this is different from my normal content, but I just recently watched all three Venom movies and I fell in love with yet another sweaty man who rides a motorcycle

“Hop on, sweetheart.”

Eddie Brock stood before you in a worn leather jacket with equally as worn jeans, leaning on the back of his matte-black motorcycle. His arm was outstretched, offering you an equally black helmet for you to wear. 

Shifting uncomfortably in one of Eddie's oversized hoodies, you looked the machine over. “Ed, baby, I've never ridden one of these before. Are you sure?” 

He faked a gasp and put a hand to his chest. “How dare you question my skill!” You simply rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh as a response.

TELL THEM I WILL NOT GIVE THEM ANY OF MY CHOCOLATE IF THEY DO NOT GET ON THE BIKE. THREATENING HUMANS USUALLY WORKS.

Ignoring the symbiote, Eddie stepped closer and dropped the bike helmet onto the soft grass below so he could take hold of your hips instead. “I promise you'll be fine. I've ridden this thing half of my life. Besides, you have an excuse to wrap your arms around me to keep steady.” He punctuated his sentence with a wink, and you bashfully ducked your head down, feeling heat rise to your ears and cheeks. 

“Okay. I trust you.” You spoke genuinely, gazing into your boyfriend's eyes. 

EDDIE. I LIKE THEM. DON'T FUCK THIS UP. 

Eddie huffed out a laugh but once again did not acknowledge his other partner.

You got onto your tiptoes to pull him into a loving kiss, something that he often teased you about. His right hand left your hip to tenderly caress your jaw. He was the first one to pull back from the kiss, leaving you slightly chasing the feeling. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “You sure you just wanna do a movie night tonight, baby?” He teased.

“Oh my God, just get on the bike already!” You giggled, softly striking Eddie's shoulder. He defensively held his palms in front of him before strolling back over to the bike. Taking hold of the handles, he swung his leg over to straddle the seat of the bike, resting his foot slightly on the kickstand. 

Suddenly, two tendrils sprouted out of Eddie's back and grabbed both sides of the helmet like a pair of hands. The tendrils gently placed the helmet on your head, lightly patting the top of it with a slight squelching sound. 

The source of the tendrils slithered out of the back of Eddie as well. Venom tilted their head and bared their teeth at you, but you somehow knew that it was in a caring manner. “YOU WILL BE SAFE, (Y/N.) I WILL NOT LET ANY HARM COME TO YOU OR EDDIE.” 

You adjusted the helmet on your head and walked towards the bike that the love(s) of your life was sitting on. “I know you wouldn't. Thank you, Vee.” You took one of the cold tendrils in your hand and kissed the end. Venom let out something akin to a purr before retreating back into Eddie so you could sit comfortably on the back of the bike. 

It took you a couple of tries for your leg to swing over the bike, your short stature fighting against you. Even though the sound of the world around you was muffled because of the helmet, you could pick out the sound of Eddie chuckling at your struggle. 

Finally, you get your leg hooked over the bike and wrapped your arms around Eddie. Craning his neck, he glanced behind his shoulder to give you a questioning thumbs up, asking if you were ready for him to accelerate. You reciprocated the thumbs up, and before you could return your hand back to his waist, he took your left hand in his and brought it to his mouth to give it a tender kiss. He couldn't see your reaction, but he knew you were blushing behind him. Your arms squeezed his waist, a bit harder than before in anticipation.

Out of the corner of your vision, you could see Venom morphing into Eddie's hands that were gripping the bike handles, adding an extra layer of safety for you, and a romantic gesture for Eddie. 

He flicked up the kickstand and started the engine. Embarrassingly, you jumped a little bit at the sudden start, but you soon got used to the rumble of the machine below you. He revved the bike a couple of times, an added warning to you that he was about to start moving. You took a deep breath and made sure your feet were firmly planted on the passenger footrests. 

He started slow, both to not startle you and because you were in a residential neighborhood area. Unfortunately for you, the twenty minute journey to Eddie's house required him to go onto the highway for most of the trip, so your eyes were firmly closed until you felt him get onto the straightaway, your face nuzzling into his back as much as the helmet would allow. 

Mustering up all of your courage, you slowly lifted your head off of your boyfriend's back to gaze at your surroundings. It was around 8 pm, so there weren't a ton of cars around you. The sky was getting dark, and it juxtaposed the bright billboards and neon signs Eddie flew passed. It was very pretty, actually. 

Now that you have gotten used to the feeling of higher speeds and knowing that Venom would keep both of you safe, you managed to take one of your hands off of his waist and rest it on his shoulder, rubbing the back of it lovingly with your thumb. Eddie’s head tilted to the right, like he was trying to lean into your touch while keeping his eyes on the road.

By the time you had rested your hand back to its original position, you were pulling up in his driveway. 

Once the motorcycle rumbled to a complete stop, he quickly extended the kickstand and got off the bike to face you. Gently pulling the helmet off, he questioned, “You okay, babe? I didn't go too fast, did I? I can scold V if you want me to.” 

“It actually wasn't that bad.” You snickered. “I appreciate you taking it slow.”

Eddie chivalrously offered you his hand, even kissing it while helping you up and meeting your lips with his when you finally stood before him, pulling you close by your belt loops.

This was partially to cover up a comment made by his alien companion, but you heard it, nonetheless.

“PUSSY.”

[poguehearted77]

Pink Silk

Summary: Where Rafe is a prisoner in his own mind and can't stop the filthy flashbacks he gets of the time you shared together.

Rafe's body aches before his eyes even have the chance to open. The expensive sheets are strewn across the bed and covering his bare lower body. Eyes still close, as if second nature his brawny arm reaches over to the other side of the bed where you once were.

Feeling the cold, vacant mattress under the palm of his hands was enough to haul him out of his partial state of slumber. His eyes fluttered open, squinting under the bright rays of light that peaked through the gaps of the flowing drapes that danced with the warm summer breeze.

You were gone, already left for work, he presumes. He supposes he may as well follow in your footsteps. He prepares for the day, looking over his shoulder to take one last glance at the ruined bed. Getting a vivid memory of the way he had your face buried in the sheets, blabbering incoherently as he pounded you from behind.

A sinister grin stretches across his lips as he steps into the shower. Hissing at the hot water rolls down his back grazing over the little cuts that trailed all along it thanks to you. With a hand against the wall, he's reminded of how sinful you sounded in his ear when he had your legs wrapped around his waist, hips snapping against yours mercilessly while your nails dug into the flesh on his back.

Against his own volition, he feels his dick slowly stiffening up with every recount. He takes care of it before he finishes his shower. With a towel wrapped around his waist, and you still plaguing his mind he texts you. He spontaneously decided he'd take you out for lunch, to which you eventually replied with a pink heart and a thumbs up.

You'd never been a great texter, but in all fairness, neither was he. You both didn't have time to overthink little texts, you felt emojis said everything you needed to say while Rafe hardly used them and opted for unintentionally sassy abbreviations instead.

You still remember his response to your invite to your aunt's wedding. "k."

-

Rafe walked into the Hamilton Hotel, just one of the hundreds of hotel chains that your family owns. The elegantly patterned marble floors shine bright off the reflections from the chandeliers that hang down from above.

"Cameron!" Rafe's head snaps up to the source of the deep voice calling him. He pockets the small gift he'd brought for you and approaches your father who had just finished talking lecturing the receptionist.

"How are you, Mr. Hamilton?" Rafe is polite, accepting the shake of hands your father offered. "Better now that there's some competence around. I couldn't be happier that my daughter found a man like you, raised right like a true gentleman." Rafe's cheeks heat up at the praise but his body burns from the thoughts they trigger.

"I know my Y/n is in good hands with a respectful young man like yourself." Rafe gulps, mind replaying the way he did in fact have you in his hands last night and bent over his lap. Oh, and he was the farthest thing from respectful. The bruises on the inside of your thighs were a testament to it, and perhaps the slight limp you had as you were making your way over to them right now.

"Daddy," You smile, referring to your father but both heads turn to you. The blood drains from your face as you realize Rafe had just publicly reacted to that title in front of your father. Thankfully, he didn't notice and Rafe looks away.

Your dad hugs you before bidding his farewells and walking off. You look to Rafe with a look of disbelief and the two of you snicker like little kids. "I brought you somethin'" Rafe pulls out a small box from his back pocket.

A small grin stretches over your lips, "What calls for the occasion." Your boyfriend shrugs, "Jus' felt like it." Your surprise is genuine as the box slides open to reveal a Cartier bracelet. "Rafee," You pout, letting him put it on you, adding to the small stack of high-end jewellery that adorned your wrists.

"You're so cute," You smile, gently stroking his cheek with your right hand. Rafe leans into it, one of his arms slinking around your waist. His hand resting on the small of your back, subtly adorning the material of your baby pink dress. "Is this new?" He asks and you shake your head.

The other guests around were regulars and far too familiar with the high-profile couple who looked like they always needed to get a room (and you did). However, the older clients always thought you two were the cutest, reminding them of their younger selves.

"So you won't mind if I tear this off you later?" A laugh bubbles out of you and you push him away, "I'll think about it. If you buy me another one, you might have yourself a deal." You'd already begun to walk out the door, your walk enchanting and Rafe couldn't peel his eyes off you.

"I'll buy you the whole store." He promises from where he stands, legs frozen as he admires you from behind. "You coming or what? We've only got an hour." You beckon and that's all it takes to have him springing after you.

Unsurprisingly, the majority of the hour was put to good use in the back of Rafe's truck, and he kept true to his word and got you both something quick to eat afterward.

Promising a shopping spree for you after work as he couldn't help himself and accidentally tore the strap of your dress.

[delilahsturniolo]

timeless — m.s

in which . . . matt’s tattoos turn you on

contains. . . smut, fingering, oral, (fem!receiving) pet names, more. do not read if you aren’t comfortable.

written by . . . @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, re use, or steal my works. do not take inspiration without asking permission first. happy reading! :)

“xo tatted all over her body, yeah.”

“she just wanna roll and i don’t mind it, yeah.”

matt placed his hand on your cheek, traveling down your body. his hand stopped right before where you needed him most, causing you to whine.

matt smirked at his teasing and the way you squirmed desperately beneath him, longing to be touched.

“m…matt, please..” you whined, your breath hitching as one of his fingers dipped into your folds before popping back out.

“be patient, pretty. i’m gettin’ there..” matt whispered. he suddenly grabbed you, flipping you over on the bed from your back and onto your stomach.

his tattooed arm wrapped around your neck, sending waves of pleasure through you. you always found his tattoos attractive, there was no doubt about that.

matt placed his free hand on the small of your back, causing you to arch. matts arm tightened around your neck, not to hurt you though.

without any warning, matt slammed into you. a mix between a gasp and a moan left your mouth, the pleasure was overwhelming.

“oh—oh my gosh—“ you moaned, matt didn’t bother slowing his pace at all. the hand on your back came down to your ass, lightly spanking it.

“such a pretty slut f’me..” matt whispered into your ear from behind. all you could do was moan in response, you looked pathetic right now.

all of this came about just because matt was wearing a black vest that revealed his tattoos, matt knew how much you loved them. which was why he wore the shirt in the first place, to tease you.

and after all, you really couldn’t resist. he looked so fucking good.

so now, here he was. fulfilling your horny desires, that sparked because of his tattoos.

your first orgasm of the night crashed over you with one last thrust, and so did matt’s. matt pulled out and withdrew his tattoo filled arm from your neck.

you gasped in surprise as he flipped you over to lay on your back.

“oh, you think i’m done with you?” matt taunted, his face leaning into the crook of your neck, pressing a few kisses to the side of your neck.

“we’re just getting started sweetheart.” you could feel the vibrations of matt’s rough voice against your neck as he spoke.

your breath hitched as matt trailed kisses down your body, all the way down to your pussy. you let out a small gasp as he pressed a kiss to your folds unexpectedly, you arched against the feeling.

“baby, feels so good..” you moaned, feeling the vibrations of matt humming against your pussy, devouring every piece of it.

matt groaned, “yeah? feel good?” he taunted, lifting his head up from your thighs. you reached out, sliding your hand down his tatted arm.

“so beautiful..” matt cooed, moving his hand down to palm your pussy, dipping his thumb inside and rubbing your clit in circles.

“such a slut for my tattoos, hm?” matt asked you, even though he already knew the answer. you were a mess, your hair was all disheveled and mascara smudged your under eyes.

“i love your tattoos.” you replied back, matt took his fingers out of your pussy and placed his hand on the side of your neck. he leaned in, kissing you slowly. you accepted the kiss, moaning into his lips softly.

and it was all because of his tattoos.

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[rafesbabygirlx]

A Lot of Time has Passed | Part 7A

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Season 4 Rafe x Maybank reader

Summary: Beginning at the time jump, the Pogues seemingly succeeded at something, Rafe is struggling with making amends and being a better person. JJs sister left the island after returning from South America. Returning after 18 months with a secret.

A/N: I’ve pretty much wrapped up part 1. Which is why this is pretty long. I’ll be splitting it into its own 2 parts.

Part 2 comes out next week so I’ll be able to finish the series then! There will be much more Pogue story lines then! You’ll hear more about Maybank Readers involvement with the hunt! Hope you’re enjoying so far!

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: angst, smut (brief oral, p in v) Ruthie trigger warning.

You and Rafe are up early, getting ready to head out to the beach. You glance at your phone as you head into the closet to change, seeing a new message from JJ.

JJ - 9:04 AM: “Waves look good today. Grab your board and come join us! Unless you’re too prim and proper for us now.” 🌊

You - 9:06 AM: “Don’t worry, I’ll be there to watch you wipe out every time.” 😇

Meanwhile, Rafe is talking about the offer from Hollis, which has been on your mind too. “Y’know, I might be warming up to what Hollis suggested. It could be a good way for you to get established. Make people take you seriously. This is where you’ve always wanted to be, right?”

Surprised by your support, he glances over. “You think?”

You lean out of the closet, watching him pack your beach bag. “I mean, I’ve got my reservations. I don’t trust anyone who speaks so highly of your dad.” He gives you a look, but you ignore it. “And Sofia pushing you to take it? I mean, what does she know? But maybe it’s worth a shot. I just want you to feel good about whatever you decide.”

You step out, holding your bikini top in one hand, catching him looking at you. Smiling, you gently push his face toward the mirror. “A little help?” You pull your hair out of the way, and he ties the strings in a firm knot behind your neck.

“No matter what you choose, I’m here. But honestly, I’m starting to come around on the idea.”

He grins, his hands settling on your hips. “Feels like this is just landing right in my lap, huh?” He cups your face, his thumb brushing softly along your cheek.

“You could make so much money, Rafe.”

“Well, then I guess I’m about to make so much money.” He leans in, trailing kisses from your lips to your cheeks and down your neck as he pulls you closer, lifting you onto the sink. His fingers press into your hips, and you laugh.

“Making money turns you on this much?” you tease, tilting your head.

He smirks. “Guess it does. Though having you there with me doesn’t help.” He tugs at your bikini bottom, dropping to his knees. “Rafe, we need to leave soon…”

“Just a quick taste,” he murmurs, ignoring the clock.

He laps up the wetness that’s already coating you. Bringing his lips up to your clit and sucking on it. He moved his way back down to your hole and swirls the entrance with his tongue. You love how it feels but you want him inside of you.

You place your palm on his forehead and push his head back. He looks up at you with furrowed brows. “Inside, now… please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” You pull his shirt off of him and he drops his swim trunks to the floor, they pool around his ankles. He undoes the strings of your bottoms, releasing you to the cold air of the bathroom and he pushes up your bikini top.

He runs his hard length through your folds to get it nice and wet and ultimately thrusts into you. You move forward to place your forehead in on. You stare into each other’s eyes. It’s a bit of a strange feeling, you and Rafe completely sober. It’s complete intimacy, neither of you are drunk or high, just looking for a quick fuck with a comfort person. You’re deep in this, you’re both in so much love.

He moves his head down, breaking eye contact, to suck on one of your nipples. One hand traveling to your clit. Rubbing perfect circles on it. Your body arches into him. You moan into his ear and his sends him into overdrive. He’s pounding into you getting you both so close. You grip his shoulders and grind into him meeting his rhythm and clench around him. “That’s it, cum for me, I’m right there too baby.”

His words don’t help and you crash immediately from them. Your legs fall numb and drop from Rafe’s waist so he picks them up and thrusts a couple of more times before he releases into you. You two stay in the same position before Rafe pulls out. He pulls up his swim shorts and walks over to the tub to grab a wash cloth.

He comes back over to you reaching behind you to turn the water on. He smiles at you and you lean into kiss him. You kiss him everywhere, lips, cheeks, neck, chest you don’t want to miss a single spot. Then you just pull him in for a hug. “What are y-?”

“Just hold on a second. I just want to hold you.” He obliges and wraps his arms around your back. You rest your ear in his chest and listen to his heart beat. You’re like that for a few moments when you break. “Can I clean you up now?” You smile and nod and he does just that. Further taking care of you by pulling back down your bikini top and retying your bottoms.

You both stand there for a moment, catching your breath and enjoying the post-coital glow. The water still running, creating a soothing background noise. Rafe gently turns off the water and sets the washcloth aside, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I think I might like this sober sex thing, especially if it’s with you forever,” he says with a smirk. You giggle and roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“I think we might be onto something here,” you reply, leaning in to kiss him again. The water still flowing, the room still spinning, but this time it’s not from alcohol or drugs – it’s from the pure, unadulterated passion and love that you share with Rafe.

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You hop off the sink, quickly smoothing out your hair. Rafe grabs the beach bag, and the two of you head down to the kitchen. V’s face lights up as soon as she sees you both, and she cheers. You scoop her up, and Rafe wraps you both in a hug.

Since hiring Elaina as V’s full-time nanny, things have been easier. She’s from the island, Topper’s cousin, though from a more middle class background, working hard at her studies in business while juggling this job. It’s ideal for her, and it’s a relief to have someone you trust with V.

You invited Elaina to come to the beach, but she declined. Just then, Rafe gets a text from Topper. “Alright, we have to head out. Your annoying cousin keeps blowing up my phone. Gotta get there before he does.” You both say goodbye, giving V a quick kiss before telling Elaina to text if she needs anything.

Once you’re in Rafe’s convertible, he passes you the beach bag and jogs over to grab your surfboard. Surfing has been part of your life for as long as you can remember, ever since you and JJ started daydreaming about riding waves far enough to leave everything behind. Most importantly leaving Luke behind.

The drive to the beach is calm and bright, Rafe’s hand resting on your thigh while yours settles on his hand. When you arrive, you spot Topper, Kelce, and Ruthie waiting. After the drama from the other night, you only greet Kelce, deciding Ruthie can deal with being ignored for now. Topper, caught in the middle, gets no special treatment either.

Ruthie’s the first to break the silence. “Hey, Rafe and Y/N. What’s up?”

Rafe breathes out a quick “nothing,” while you offer her a flat, uninterested smile, rounding Topper’s Jeep to get in.

As you head to the sand, you spot the Twinkie nearby and wave to JJ and the rest of the crew. The kooks have parked a bit close, not you or them are thrilled about it. You and Rafe settle down near the water, where he sips a beer, his hand moving gently along your leg as you both take in the scene.

JJ, Kie, and Sarah are already in the water, with JJ teaching Sarah how to surf. She catches on quickly, and you watch them, smiling. You steal a glance at Rafe, trying to read his expression, but he’s a mystery.

When Sarah steps out of the water, you turn to him. “Want to go talk to her?”

He shifts, but shrugs it off. “She can come to me.”

You roll your eyes. “You know that’s not how this is going to work, Rafe.”

He starts to argue, but JJ interrupts. “Yo, sis, you riding or what?”

“Yeah, I’m coming!” You hop up, handing your cover-up to Rafe, who gives you a lingering look. Licking his lips as he looks up and down your body.

“Can you be serious for a moment?” you say, exasperated. “I’ll be the first person to help you here Rafe. But you’re not gonna get anything from her. You have to give it your all, that’s the only way it’s gonna work. You caused the damage you have to fix it.”

Leaving him to think, you grab your board and jog over to JJ. He raises an eyebrow, smirking. “What’s up with baby daddy? Got another stick up his ass?”

“He’s actually been great, J. Leave it alone,” you snap, cutting off JJ before he can say more. With that, you both rush into the water, ready to surf. The waves carry you effortlessly, and for a while, it’s peaceful, even with Topper and Kelce joining in. But it doesn’t last—JJ blows a wave, causing Topper to wipe out.

“Well, so much for a peaceful day,” Kie mutters under her breath as Topper storms out of the water, Kelce right behind him. You spot Ruthie on the shore, her eyes glued to the scene, already gearing up for her next bout of drama.

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The rest of the afternoon is spent with your family of Pogues, their laughter and banter offering a break from the tension that always lingers when you’re around Rafe’s dry, humorless crowd. It’s freeing, and for a moment, you let yourself forget about the other world—the Kooks and their incessant games.

The day flies by, and soon enough, you’re sitting in a circle with everyone when Kie’s voice rings out. “Guys, there’s a turtle hatch!”

Your eyes widen with excitement. “Oh my god! I’ve lived here my whole life and never seen one!” You jump to your feet, helping Kie clear a path for the tiny hatchlings.

The group gathers around, marveling as the baby turtles make their way to the water. You reach for your phone, wanting to capture the moment to show Vivienne later, when the sound of an engine revving cuts through the peace. Your head snaps up just in time to see Topper’s Jeep hurtling toward you.

Heart pounding, you grab Sarah and John B, pulling them out of the way as Kie stands firm, waving her arms to try and stop them. But Ruthie, wild-eyed and relentless, aims straight for her. JJ dives in at the last second, yanking Kie out of the Jeep’s path as it roars by.

“What the fuck is wrong with her?!” you shout, the panic morphing into fury as Ruthie speeds through the turtle hatch, sending sand and broken shells flying. She throws a drink at Kie, drenching her in alcohol before heading back to the cluster of Kooks, who cheer her on.

Kie, now soaked and furious, picks up a lifeless hatchling and starts walking toward the group. Your eyes find Rafe’s, watching his expression as he stands surrounded by his friends, unmoving. Then you look at JJ, who gives you a nod, and together you follow behind Kie.

The anger you’d felt toward Topper and Ruthie since the last confrontation fuels your steps. The sting of betrayal simmers as you realize that Rafe, the man who claims to love you and your daughter, is once again silent when it matters most. He can do it in private but not when there’s too many Kooks around.

Kie’s voice cuts through your haze. “Look at what you did!” She screams at them, but you barely hear the exchange. Your vision tunnels, zeroing in on Ruthie’s smug face and Rafe’s indifferent stance.

Ruthie spits out a threat about being filmed, and without thinking, you snap. “Fuck you, Ruthie,” you hiss, stepping between her and Kie. Topper raises a hand to stop you, but you shove it off your shoulder.

“And fuck you too, you cowardly lap dog.” He blinks, momentarily stunned. “What?”

“You’re pussy, Top. Always hiding behind your girlfriend, letting her pull your strings. It’s embarrassing,” you seethe. He doesn’t say anything, not shocking.

Ruthie throws out another taunt you barely register. Your fists clench, itching to make her regret ever crossing you. But the thought of your daughter flashes in your mind—a reminder of why you can’t afford an assault charge.

You take a breath, forcing your hands down and stepping back. “There is seriously something wrong with you people,” Kie shouts, her voice trembling with rage. You exchange another look with Rafe, one filled with disappointment and disbelief. JJ issues a final warning, promising consequences if they ever come at the Pogues again.

“JJ, let’s go,” you command, your voice tight. You start to lead Kie away when Rafe’s voice, low and almost apologetic, cuts through the chaos. “Yeah, I saw that,” he mutters, siding with Ruthie.

Blood surges hot in your veins at his words as you push over the large speaker Kelce had set up earlier, the crash punctuating your fury. You flip Topper off as he shouts after you, but you’re already walking away, your pulse thrumming with betrayal and rage.

Walking back, you keep Kie close, rubbing her upper arm in an attempt to soothe her. “When you get home, you should hold a little funeral for him,” you suggest softly.

She wipes her eyes, a faint smile breaking through the tears. “That’s a good idea.”

At the Twinkie, you help Kie climb in and press a gentle kiss to her cheek. “I’m sorry, Kie.” She nods silently, eyes fixed on the lifeless turtle cradled in her hands.

With a heavy heart, you move to help pack up the rest of their things, casting a glance at Sarah. She meets your eyes, sympathy etched across her face. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “She’ll be alright.” You step forward, sharing a strong, silent hug, then turn away, bracing yourself for the walk back to the group that now feels so foreign.

As you pass through the cluster of Kooks, you ignore their smirks and jeers, stuffing your belongings into your bag. Rafe steps up, his expression unreadable. “Not cool, Rafe,” you say firmly.

“They deserved it,” he counters, eyes searching yours for understanding.

“I want to leave. Now.” You sling your surfboard under your arm and march off toward the car, determined not to get back in Topper’s Jeep, no matter how far Rafe’s is parked.

Rafe rushes after you, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins pushes you forward faster than you thought possible. You reach the car before he does, rattling the door handle impatiently. When he finally arrives, you snap, “Open it.” He unlocks the door, grabbing your board before you can stow it yourself.

“Maybank, stop it. You’re really going to give me shit over what Ruthie did?” he protests.

You shake your head, a bitter laugh slipping out. “No, I’m giving you shit about your ego. You care so much about what those people think that you can’t say a word, even when you know it was wrong. If the roles were reversed…” He turns away, heading to the driver’s side, but you reach out, grabbing his wrist to pull him back.

“I’m not done.” Your eyes lock with his, demanding his attention. “If that happened to you, do you think any of them would care? Do you think they’d protect you like JJ did Kie? They wouldn’t, Rafe, because you don’t actually care about each other. You only get mad when it makes the Kooks look bad. That’s not real loyalty.”

You take a breath before continuing, your voice steady and resolute. “We might be ‘scum from the Cut,’ but we’re a family. We stand up for each other, no matter what. Something your so-called friends could never understand. You want to be better for V, for me, even for Sarah? Then get the fuck over yourself.”

You roll your eyes and grab your bag, sliding into the car without another word. The drive home is silent, the tension palpable, a stark contrast to the calm of the morning.

When you arrive home, you grab your bag and rush inside. Elaina is feeding V her dinner, and the moment you see your daughter, warmth floods you. “Hi, baby!” you coo, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. V laughs, her giggle a balm to your frayed nerves.

“Hi, mama!” she chirps, eyes sparkling.

You turn to Elaina. “I’m going to take a quick shower. You can head out after that—I’m not going anywhere tonight.” Passing Rafe as he enters the kitchen, you don’t spare him a glance, making sure to lock the bedroom and bathroom doors behind you.

Under the hot stream of water, the tension in your body starts to dissolve. You stay there longer than intended, letting the day wash off you. A sharp knock on the bedroom door snaps you back. Rafe’s muffled voice follows. “Come on, Y/N, open up.”

You dry off at a leisurely pace, slipping into pajamas and combing through your damp hair. The knock grows more insistent, but you take your time applying moisturizer, savoring the rare moment of peace. Finally, you unlock the door.

“Finally,” Rafe mutters, frustration lacing his voice. “Dramatic much?” His tone grates on your nerves, but you stay silent, walking past him without a word. He calls out, “Really?” but you don’t turn back.

Sitting at the table with V, you pick at reheated leftovers as she babbles between bites. Another things Kooks don’t have a grasp on. Practically had to force Rafe to not to throw these leftovers out.

Rafe joins you, reaching out across the table. You glance at his hand but don’t take it. He sighs, retreating as you show V the videos of the baby turtles, willing away the memory of the broken shell in Kie’s hands.

“V, do you know how pretty you are? You get that from your mama,” Rafe says softly. The sweetness in his tone almost cracks your resolve, but you hold firm, in the back of your mind you like the effect you have on him. You get up clearing the dishes and pressing a kiss to V’s head she giggles at your touch.

You set a plate of food in front of Rafe, who looks up, surprised. “I ordered something to be delivered.” You clench down on your teeth and you go to pull the food away but he grabs your hands and stops you. “I’ll have this, I can save that food for tomorrow.”

He’s gonna save his food? It’s getting really hard to not be mad at him. He tries so hard with you. Why can’t he do it for others?

You set it back down again. Grabbing V to give her a bath. You rest your hand in his shoulder and you walk past him. The nighttime routine is mercifully smooth, and soon V is asleep. You’re curled up in bed with a book when Rafe enters, sitting at your feet.

Tbc in Part 7B

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[seredelgi]

Who You Begging?

fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

pairing: Fushiguro Toji x Reader, Fushiguro Toji x Fem!Reader

summary: You should know better than to flash Toji with skimpy outfits right before a night out with friends. He should know better than to take you raw. But that's just who he is, a reckless motherfucker that just loves the sound of your voice when you beg for him.

rating: Mature, 18+

warnings: non-con, dub-con, dom!toji, sub!reader, smut, fingering, sex, vaginal sex, spanking, unprotected sex (don't try it at home lol), penetration, manhandling (just a tiny bit, she's totally fine), vulgar language?, orgasm control, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, breeding, breeding kink, porn without plot

word count: 2.8k

a/n: A little treat for Toji 'cause the man has me feral. This is basically shameless smut. Although it's tagged as non-con, reader is not opposed to what happens for the majority of the time. I thought about rating it dub-con but the ending is clearly non-consensual, so there. Let me know if I've left out any warnings. I'm no native English speaker so be kind :)

“ ‘K I’m ready” you announce, entering the living room space and taking a few steps in his direction to stand in between him and the TV he’s got on.

Toji's lazy jade gaze tears away from the inanimate object to trail down your figure, drinking in every curve and patch of skin that rests exposed to the cool air of the night, and you even twirl around to give him a full show.

“ Like it?” you ask, then.

He looks at you for a while, hooded eyes trained on the way the skirt you’ve got on falls only a few inches short of the swell of your ass.

A literal tease is what you are.

“ Do I?” he murmurs then, and he softly grabs at your hand, giving it a light squeeze before dragging you towards him, tugging at you and prompting your ass to land in between his spread legs, your back pressed against his toned chest.

“ Isn’t it a bit… Revealing?” he asks, and you feel his steady breaths huffing silently in the crook of your neck, sending a shiver running through you as his hands stroke along the length of your bare thighs.

You shut your eyes, relishing in the feeling.

But you know you can’t indulge. Your friends are waiting for you.

“ We’re going clubbing” you mutter, and you hate the way your voice is already faltering anyway “ What did you expect?”

“Hmm,” his gentle hum reverberates against you as he inhales in your scent. You’ve put a new perfume on tonight, one that your friends had gifted you a few months prior. You still hadn’t found the occasion to try it on, and a night out with them seemed like the perfect opportunity.

You giggle when he laps at your neck rather lewdly, trailing up its length to reach your earlobe and start sucking on it.

“ So, I take it you like the outfit?” you ask playfully, but his hands have started skimming up toward your breasts, and you catch your breath as you consider stopping him.

He palms one in his right hand, squeezing it so hard that you can’t help but tamely mewling in response, and your head falls back to rest on his shoulder.

“ I hate it” he hisses candidly on the skin of your neck, holding you to him like he knows you love so much.

As you feel the shape of his erection pressing against your back you push your ass against it a little, eliciting a hearty groan out of him, and he bites on your skin in return. Your hand tightly grips his knee, and you feel a greedy heat starting to gather in between your thighs, desperate for him already.

“ Doesn’t look that way to me” you say, breaths short as the curve of your ass grinds along his hard-on.

“ You’re such a brat” he lets out, and it’s so hoarse that it makes your insides twirl, it renews a need he had already sated that very morning.

But you want him again.

His hand finally travels across your fluttering stomach and down towards your heat. You can feel it dampening your panties already, can feel the way you throb for him to touch you.

“ I know how to tame you, tho” he whispers in your ear and sweeps his tongue along its outline, turning it flushed red with arousal.

He pushes the hem of your skirt up enough for him to slip past the waistband of your cotton pink panties, and you exhale, your chest heaving up with anticipation. He catches the not-so-subtle hint, dragging his other hand up to grab one of your breasts.

But it’s when his deft fingers make their way in between your folds that you fall apart, your head tilting to side, hiding shamefully in the crook of his neck as he chuckles, evidently pleased at how wet you already are.

“ Look at this” You feel his black hair tickling your cheeks and you press a soft kiss right on his pulse point “ Already dripping for me, huh?”

You keen, nodding faintly against him.

“ Want daddy to take care of it, baby?” he purrs seductively and pushes you flat against him. You feel his dick twitching with need, too.

“ ‘M-hm, please” you breathe, feeling him dragging his fingertips up towards your swollen clit, and you bite hard at your bottom lip, bucking your hips towards his gentle touch.

The one hand that had kept kneading your breasts rushes down to grab your waist, stilling you against his crotch instead.

“ Stay put, brat” he blows out, and it honestly mesmerizes you how quickly his tone can shift from impossibly sweet to harsh, all depending on how good you are at following his lead.

As soon as you still he starts drawing lazy circles around the soft skin of your apex, and you moan loudly, nuzzling your nose against him to make your needs known.

He scouts down again to rest two digits at the pulsing heat of your entrance. His other hand skates along your thigh and nudges it to the side as he whispers to you “ Spread ‘em, baby- like this, yeah”. It’s easy to comply when you’re intoxicated by the knowledge of what he’s capable of doing to you.

“ Such a good girl for daddy, aren't you?”

Your eyes roll back at the feeling of his fingers finally pushing past your wetness, sinking into it and exploring your insides with extreme, agonizing caution.

“ ‘Gonna mark you now, so stay still” he murmurs on the sensitive skin of your neck, and then delicately bites on it, tasting it avidly with his tongue.

When he starts sucking on you his fingers begin slowly pumping in and out of your pussy, prompting the sound of your juices to threaten the already fading lucidity of your dazed senses.

The harsh voracity that he’s reserving to your neck strikes a distinct contrast with the extreme gentleness of his thrusts into your cunt, and it drives you wild how easily he leaves you on the edge of ecstasy, toying with you like a doll.

“ Toji, please” you basically mewl, your legs trembling for him to turn his attention back to your aching clit.

You know he loves it when you beg him, it makes the power play that much more enticing, all the more effective, and you can feel it because he’s impossibly hard while pressed against your back now, and you want him inside of you so bad that you wiggle, trying to make your needs clear. Who cares if you’ll be late to the club, your friends will just have to wait.

“ Shut it, I’m not done” he hushes you, tone as cold as ice, and he slips a few of his fingers past your parted lips, expecting you to suck on them instead of keeping up the pleads that so easily roll off your tongue when he’s got his hold on you.

And of course, you do. You slurp on the length of them the best you can, your eyes teary with need, your arousal already at its peak.

His lips part from the sore skin of your neck with a lewd pop, and you keen around his digits, only to feel him shoving them further down your throat.

“ There” he hums contently and laps at the spot that he’s so devotedly put all that effort onto, proudly looking at the way your tender flesh plies to his abuse and colors a crimson red that perfectly serves his purpose. He wants to make it clear to anyone who dares to look at you tonight that you’re his alone to dispose of.

As his attention finally focuses back on your pussy his jabs into you pick up the pace, and his thumb comes to rest on your starving clit, feeling it swell under his touch as you convulse around him, brought over the edge in a matter of seconds.

You collapse against his chest, weary and consumed by your own high.

“ Hmm, good girl, ‘came so quickly around me baby” he slips his fingers out of your mouth, but keeps a slow pace with the ones in your pussy, overstimulating your clenching walls as you sob silently.

He kisses your temple lovingly, a contact you silently relish in the aftermath of your pleasure.

Then you hear the sudden ringing of your phone, accompanied by its vibrating on the tea table in front of the couch you’re both seated upon. You look at its screen, seeing your friend’s face popping up on it, her bright smile shining on her features as you slowly regain your composure.

You lean forward to pick up the call, but your man’s quicker, wrapping his big hand around your wrist and pulling it around your back. Then he pushes his hips forward, making you fumble onward towards the wooden surface ahead of you.

Your face lands flat against it, your phone vibrating inches away from your eyes as you find yourself bent over the tea table.

“ Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, and he sounds devilish like you’ve never heard him be “ I’m not nearly done with you”

“ Toji please, stop. I gotta go” you speak, but he’s deaf to your pleas this time around.

You hear the sound of him hastily fumbling out of his joggers, and you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he’s just so much stronger.

“ Go?” his tone is mocking, and you see your phone go black again, before resuming its chiming as your friend’s messages start crowding the screen “ I don’t think so, baby”

You feel your skirt being roughly pulled up, as well as your panties being drawn down, and you wince when his free hand slaps your ass, making you bite on your lower lip, and most certainly re-awakening a dark hunger you had thought long quenched by now.

He squeezes your ass harshly before smacking it again, and this time around a strangled moan tears free from your throat.

You had tried to restrain from making it obvious how much you like it when he acts like this. Because honestly, you hate that you do. But the task is made impossible by the feeling of your insides twisting as you hear him spit on his fingers before they come to look for your hole again, finding it slick with your juices.

A hearty laugh rumbles from him at that, and it makes your skin crawl.

“ You’re so damn easy for me”

And it’s true. Doesn’t matter if he treats you like a whore, even more so in fact, your arousal grows impatient, it tears apart any shred of resistance you’d like to reserve to him at moments like these.

Especially when you feel his tip eagerly prodding at your entrance, and you whine loudly. Your knees spread further apart on the floor of your living room, and you push your ass up to better accommodate his entrance.

“ Fuck-” he swears, running the tip of his thick cock along your spasming slit “ so compliant”

It drives him crazy, you can feel it in the tone of his voice, and despite how much you fight it, you love it too, the way you so easily bend to his will.

He pushes past your walls, effortlessly enveloped by your slick arousal, and harshly hitting your cervix with one deep thrust.

You cry out, not expecting his intrusion to be so quick, or so intense. It knocks the air right out of your lungs as you feel his weight crashing down on you.

He grunts low and throaty, and you close your eyes shut, bracing for the next shove.

When it comes, you find yourself gripping the edge of the table tightly for balance, biting down on the skin of your hand so as not to make too much noise.

But his thrusts quicken very soon, and he starts drilling into you with ease as your pussy flutters around him, unable to put a stop to the jolts of pleasure coursing through you whenever the head of his cock slams back hard against that sweet spot he knows so well by now.

He’s still got your arm pinned over your back as you’re lulled into a haze, and then he demands you talkative.

“ Wanna go now, baby?”

You shake your head feebly, drooling over the table as he smacks hard against you.

“ No? Wanna stay here?” breathy moans escape his lips in between whatever obscenities he speaks now “ Wanna take daddy deep inside this cunt?”

You nod faintly, hoping that it can be enough of a proper response for him, seeing the state he’s got you in.

“ Fuck- yeah” he groans harshly, and then his fingers let go of your wrist and he grips tightly at each of your hips, guiding you into his thrusts to dig into your insides even deeper “Then take it, baby, you’re so fucking good at it”

Another harsh slap against the sore skin of your ass and tears start to stream down your face, out of frustration or sheer pleasure you have no idea. You just know you need release.

And since he won’t take it in his hands to give you that, your hand reaches in between your trembling legs to look for the sensitive little nub that’s nestled between your thighs, already silently asking for attention.

He takes notice of that and doesn’t spoil the occasion to taunt you about it, of course.

“ You needy little slut” he exhales, the degrading appellative striking a chord with you, and you slam back against his hips, demanding.

He grunts hoarsely and shoves your hand away from your pussy, arising a loud complaint within you. He surely doesn’t intend to rob you of pleasure. Right?

“ Came two times already today, and yet still can’t wait for me to tend to it, huh?”

You whine, starting to grow impatient as his thrusts dial down a little, his pace slow and menacing to your drunken senses. You can feel each inch of him sliding inside of you with extreme ease, his girth stretching you out to perfectly fit his size and making your walls flutter delightfully around it.

“ You know I can give it to you” his words may sound threatening, but his tone betrays all of his impatience instead “ 'wanna hear you beg me for it, c'mon”

You don’t need to be told twice.

“ Toji, please” you give in immediately “ oh, please make me ‘cum”

Even so, his pace remains steady, and you find the way he toys with you infuriating.

But you’re high on it, nonetheless.

“ Who you begging, babygirl?” the tone of his voice husky as ragged heavy breaths tear free of him, the allusion clear in the strain behind it all.

You click your tongue and sigh before giving in.

“ Daddy, plea-ah!”

You don’t have time to finish, he slams back into you with renewed edge as soon as he hears you call him that, a thing you still hadn’t managed to give into, despite his frequent use of it.

He bends over you to look for your clit, finding it drenched in your juices and throbbing from pleasure on itself.

“ C’mere baby, I got you” You hear him purr softly against your ear, and you shiver at his instant proximity. " You can 'cum now"

You’re so close already that all it takes really is a few lazy circles of his on it and you lose it completely, shuddering underneath him, wrapped in the pleasure he’s granted you. Your walls clamp down the whole length of him, milking it so good that you feel his jerks immediately come to a stuttering halt, his cock suddenly beginning to twitch frantically inside of you without so much as a warning.

You flinch, spurting forward on instinct in an attempt to make it slip out of you in time, but his fingers dip harder into your flesh, his hand spreading over your pussy as he anchors you to him.

“ Don’t run away from it baby, wanna feel you squeeze around me -fuck yeah, like that”

You feel every single contraction of his dick inside of you, helpless to the feeling, lost thinking about how quickly his seed could reach your womb as he carelessly fucks it into you, how easily he could knock you up just like that. You weakly try to jiggle away, but it doesn’t stop the tremendously intense jolts of pleasure that engulf you once his warm spend paints your insides white, and you can just feel your walls welcoming it in with delighted little spasms, sucking eagerly as if you were made for it.

And maybe you are, but damn, not right now. It's way too soon to have a baby.

You’re furious with him, to say the least. And you intend on telling him, just as soon as goosebumps dissipate, or whenever words start to seem like something speakable again.

He slips out of you with a satiated sigh, and you feel his ‘cum immediately follow, leaking out of you and starting to stream down your inner thighs. Its warmth is pleasant, yet a reminder of his reckless behavior.

He exhales contently as his hand comes to squeeze your ass again, his grip possessively dipping into your flesh and claiming it his. He gives you a final harsh smack, his tongue gliding along his bottom lip as he takes in the sight of you bent over the tea table, your pussy oozing out his semen and dripping down the wooden floor beneath you.

“ Now you’re ready” he smiles wickedly at the view.

[awkuni]

༻⋆ 。𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓲 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 . ♱

part of k.tober ノ( separate ) kabukimono, scaramouche, wanderer, kuronushi x fem!readerノnsfw — mdni. marking. biting. make-up sex. overstimulation. cunnilingus. squirting. mating press. grinding. unprotected sex. creampie. hair pulling. doggy. fingering. edging. wc .. 5410

  kabukimono always hated when you both got into a disagreement, it left a sour taste in his mouth that he couldn’t totally describe. the sight of your frowning form on the couch, head hanging low and arms crossed in front of your chest, made his body tense up. he didn’t enjoy seeing you like that, not one bit.

  sure, it was all for a mundane reason, but he couldn’t help but feel as if the weight of it rested on his shoulders—the heavy guilt of upsetting you. he hated being apart from you, even if it was for a couple minutes. these last few seconds seemed to stretch into hours as he watched you, his teeth coming to nip his bottom lip.

  he slowly makes his way up to you, planning to cheer you up. he didn’t like the frown etched onto your normally serene face, it made his stomach churn with uneasiness. the fact that he partially caused this doesn’t help with that face either. he fidgets with the sleeves of his shirt, trying to accumulate the right words to say in this situation.

  “i’m sorry,” he spoke, meekly, sitting next to you on the couch. upon realising that you don’t intend on answering him he huffs, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and looking around the room. it was a way of distracting himself as he wasn’t too keen on seeing the clench of your jaw; were you seriously still mad at him, or were you just being petty?

  despite his worries, and him still being partially annoyed as well, he turns to face you, bringing a hand to your cheeks and forcing you to face him. his eyes tried to scan your own, almost as if he was digging to find the pearl in them which would give him the slightest shine of hope that you may forgive him. he never found it—he always managed to find it—so maybe it just… wasn’t there.

  he swallows a knot in his throat, a knot which was formed out of pure annoyance. why, why couldn’t you just push past this? it wasn’t like it was a big argument or anything. he didn’t understand.

  “what can i do,” he starts off with a mumble. “what can i do to make you feel better? you’ve avoided me all day.”

  you shake your head, showing no interest in anything he had to say. albeit his tone being honey sweet, he can’t figure out how to make you legitimately pay attention to him. so, he needs to do something which will prevent you from being able to ignore him, he needs to make it physically impossible for you to resist, and he knows exactly how to accomplish that.

  he abruptly leans into your body, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. a gasp of shock left your lips. you didn’t know what you were expecting from him, but you didn’t expect him to do that. although it was a surprise, it wasn’t exactly unwelcomed by you. you begin to reciprocate his affection, hands going to his neck and pulling him even closer, so that he was looming over your fragile frame.

  it didn’t take long for you to notice that his intention wasn’t just to kiss you, his hand tugging on your waistband made that abundantly clear.

  he brings a hand to your chest, pushing you down so that you laid back on the couch. you could feel the heat of his lips slowly etching their pattern onto yours; that, combined with a hand trailing down your side to meet your hip, sends a shudder of excitement down your spine.

  even though his efforts were slowly reeling you in, he hadn’t manage to pull you out of the water just yet. no worries, he’ll just have to keep pushing forward.

  his lips disconnect from yours. now, there were kisses which began to trail down the side of your neck, occasionally nipping and leaving red marks in areas most tormented. his hand dips into the fabric of your waistband, hooking underneath and tugging them down in hungry motions.

  due to your shock, your legs attempted to close, however they were swiftly caught by the palms of his hands. a shake of his head was enough to burn out your fiery ambition to deny him what he wanted, so ultimately your legs fell limp at his side. you swallow back a yelp as he keeps kissing over your clothes, leading down to the inner portion of your thighs. upon his eyes meeting your folds, you find your face heating up, a red tint arising on your pristine cheeks.

  his lips press up against your core, tongue darting out to lick up the arousal which began to pool around your cunt. your eyes close in bliss, head pressing back against the cushions on the couch as his mouth sought out your clit, licking and sucking on the nub desperately.

  “i’m sorry,” he mumbles into your soaked pussy, already getting drunk on your honeyed slick. the noises he reluctantly lets out are no short of whimpers, a verbal testimony to how much he missed you. “i don’ like you ignoring me like that… want y’too focus on me…”

  he licks a line up your cunt, his tongue teasingly prodding at your entrance before it trails back to your clit, suckling harshly on the throbbing nub.

  “w-well i’m focusing on you now…” your voice comes out as a fleeting breath, too wound up in your felicity to think of anything else. your mind felt hazy, a heavy fog of lust obscuring your senses and making you delve deeper into your own desires. because of such a reason, your hand manages to entangle itself into his silken locks, the indigo becoming weaved in between your fingers like a ribbon.

  you’re pushing his face into your pussy with a sob, the euphoric feeling of his tongue like no other. the muscle swirls against your nerves, tracing illegible patterns into the flesh, painting a precious picture on you like you were his canvas. he knew that you weren’t gonna last much longer if he kept going on like this, the way your moans became more frequent told him all he needed to know.

  just like that, you came undone below him, fluids gushing on him in a vulgar display, showing him just how much pleasure he could hand to you by simply flicking his tongue in the right way. your orgasm shocked you to the core, leaving you breathless.

  you blinked back tears which had unknowingly welled into your waterline, already beading into your lashes like precious pearls, the pearls which he had been searching for earlier.

  although you were completely spent, you made a weak attempt at sitting up again, only to be forced back down into the position you were before. “where are you going?” he spoke, a mischievous smirk on his face.

  your mouth opened in preparation to say something, however you didn’t have any time to answer, because you could already see his head disappearing between your thighs once more, intent to please you until you couldn’t think of anything but him.

  getting into small, petty arguments with scaramouche wasn’t a rare occurrence, his ego was simply too large to take any criticism you gave him, and you trying to ignore him, even when he tried to talk it out? it only made his fury grow.

  he rolls his eyes upon hearing your voice through the door of your bed chamber, promptly telling him to ‘go away’ as you weren’t in the mood to deal with him. he grinds his teeth together, fist clenching as he slams it into the door once more. in his opinion, you were being too dramatic — too bratty. suddenly, he had a strong sense to put you in your place. his anger got the best of him and he decided to barge into the room with such force that you flinched.

  you could tell that his normal reticent demeanour was crumbling as he approached you, practically pouncing on you. his firm grip on your shoulders prevents you from fighting back, pinning you down to the bed as his face comes close to yours. the sight of your stunned form underneath him sent heat down south, his eyes boring into your figure like he was preying upon you. 

  “what’s your problem, huh?” you felt weak, as if you were no match against his fortitude, the tone in his voice only making your stomach swirl with dread. he wasn’t asking you, he was more so demanding an answer. upon realising how pissed he was, you couldn’t find the faculty to reply. your brittle bones begin to tremble, your head trying to turn away from him with a pout.

  he lets out a short, animus scoff, hand coming to grip your jaw and making you face him. despite the malice in his actions, the look in his eyes provided evidence to the contrary. within the darkened vinyls of indigo, underlying adoration was spinning through the colours, slim, yet still present.

  “not gonna talk? oh, i see how it is…” he menacingly coos out, hands grazing down the sides of your body and clutching onto your thighs. his hand trails up to the bottom of your shorts, looking at them with such venom. they were an unwanted barrier, a barrier which could be easily discarded.

  after finding little to no resistance from you, he urgently tugs the clothing off of your body, leaving your bottom half in nothing but your soaked panties. he smirks, a devious expression which only made you cower underneath him further. this was all amusing to him — how you had previously tried to one up him, however you were immediately shut down the minute he was on top of you. he had you wrapped around his finger, and he was pleased with it.

  if you weren’t going to willingly talk to him, he would just have to fuck you into submission.

  “already so wet f’me?” he feigns surprise, smirking down at you whilst pressing his knee up to your core. the action elicited a pitiful whimper from your lips and you had to use all your willpower to not chase the friction. “oh, what am i saying, of course you are… you’re always so desperate.”

  in order to punctuate his words, he rubs his knee up against your crotch again, just to see you squirm deliciously. your hands bunch up into the sheets, a soft moan erupting from his actions. as soon as you begin to make a move against him, he takes his knee away, leaving you frantic and craving more of him, which is exactly what he wanted.

  he shakes his head in disbelief, one moment you were pettily overlooking him then the next you couldn’t bear to part from him. even though you were seemingly submitting due to his actions, you still weren’t talking, only letting out pitiful noises to vocalise your pleasure.

  “you still not gonna talk to me?” he leans down closer to your neck, pressing a soft yet firm kiss into the crook of it. his teeth nip at the skin, as if to try and force you to talk by conflicting your pleasure with pain, yet you only bite your lip to try and silence yourself. he clicks his tongue, ripping off your panties with such force you’d be surprised if the fabric didn’t damage.

  adjusting your positions, he ends up between your legs, promptly pulling his shorts and underwear down to reveal his throbbing erection, tip flush and leaking pre already. he gives a couple quick pumps to the length before lining it up to your slick entrance, slowly pressing the tip inside of you.

  a short yet sweet moan pulls itself out of your throat, leaving your lungs to hang dry as you panic down gulps of air. the stretch was something you could never get used to, even after all the times he has fucked you silly. you hiccup, a soft sound with the aim to spur him on.

  your attempt seemingly worked, as he drives out of you only to thrust back in with full force. the crown of your head pushes up against the plush pillows as they seemed to be your only means of support in the vicinity. your hands scramble for purchase, fingertips digging into the material as if it was the only thing that would enable you to focus on his movements. he seems to find your sweet spot with articulate thrusts, beginning to abuse that weakness relentlessly.

  the fuzzy feeling in your head begins to expand, wrapping its sharpened teeth around every waking thought of yours and consuming it whole. thinking began to hurt your head and you could do no more but plead and whine for more of him. it was like he had cast a spell on you, making you fully dependant on him wherever he drove his cock deep into you.

  “i’m sorry!” you wail out, bringing a hand over your mouth to hopefully muffle your moans, but you had no way to silence yourself. your moans are spilling out unwillingly, sending a flurry of arousal straight down to scaramouche’s core. “please… please— i’m gonna cum…”

  the sound of you pleading with him and practically begging for mercy brought him great satisfaction, one which; in his opinion; could never be topped. deciding that you had done enough, and that you had obeyed him enough for his liking, he brings a hand down to your clit, tracing the bud in rapid circles to provide you that extra stimulation needed to push you over the edge.

  it’s not long until supernovas are bursting through your eyelids, covering the world you know in bright flashes and colourful sparks. your back arches more into him, lips parting in a silent scream as you’re crushed between the thick walls of your pleasure. you feel your breath physically ripped from you with each thrust, more and more pleasure coming over your body before it finally subsides.

  you only pay attention to reality again once he abruptly pulls out, grasping onto your waist to flip you onto your stomach, face buried in the pillow and hips hiked high.

  the dumbed-out look on your face brings amusement to him, and he chuckled as you looked back with those weary eyes of yours. “you thought we were done?” he scoffs out, emphasising his words with a single thrust into you. suddenly he’s buried deep within your tight walls again, not giving you any room to voice your complaints. “not even close.”

  frankly, wanderer could care less, you were the one that decided to snap at him when he supposedly ‘ruined’ the project you two were working on. however, you claiming that you would’ve been ‘better off’ working with some lowly scholars really ticked something off within him. you knew fine well that you wouldn’t manage it without him, so what’s with your attitude?

  he sees you sitting at your desk, head on the table and seemingly staring off into space. you had a pen in your hand, yet made no move to write with it, your mind so preoccupied with the argument that you didn't even realise his figure watching closely from the doorway. upon the realisation that you were oblivious to him, he takes a step into the room, then another, and another until he was situated right behind you.

  feeling his heavy breath fan against the crown of your head, you whip around to look at him with groundbreaking speed, so swiftly that wanderer would be shocked if you didn’t end up with a pulled muscle. the narrowed look in your eyes has him taken aback as he simply assumed that you would roll your eyes then give in and let him help you, but in this case that wasn’t the outcome.

  “get out,” you spoke with a half-hearted scowl, a pitiful attempt at standing your ground. your futile attempt at acting tough made him chuckle, his hands bracing on the back of your chair as he stares down at you. your bratty and petty wouldn’t work on him — none of your empty threats ever managed to work. he knows that you’re too head over heels to legitimately direct your anger towards him.

  “or what?” the mocking tone was evident in his voice, only acting as lint to your burning rage. you’re left to stare at him, not knowing quite what to say, proving to him that you had already lost this charade of yours and actually weren’t all that mad at him.

  you turn around again, grip tightening so much that you thought the pen might snap in your hold. he just leans closer, clearly not giving up until you give him a definitive answer. the determination was obvious in his intent gaze, indigo eyes glaring into yours, but you refused to meet his.

  oh, well, that wasn’t a problem for him, he could wait here all day; it was your own paltriness keeping you in this situation.

  “or,” he grips the hair on the back of your head, pulling your head back to meet his gaze. “what?” his words were dipped with more venom than before, the tone dripping off of his tongue like second nature. you didn’t expect him to want an actual answer, but it seems he was.

  “nothing, just leave me be, i’m going to finish this project without your help. i don’t need you.”

   that was the biggest lie you had said to date, he couldn’t even picture you trying anything without his help, so how was he supposed to believe that could appear in reality? you always came running to him for the most basic things, so he highly doubted that you would complete such a complex assignment without him. you were spouting nonsense, and he wasn’t having it any longer.

  he grasps you by the forearm, whirling your whole body around and pressing you against the table. the hard wood dug against your lower back, earning a wince from your lips, one of the only submissive notices you had let out this whole day. his face comes close to yours, an act of intimidation as he sought out the timid nature which was always underlying somewhere within whatever crumbling facade you had.

  he quirks an eyebrow, looking at you with something that could only be described as hilarity. he found your snarky attitude funny, not taking it seriously at all. “if you’re so sure that you can do it without me, why isn’t it finished already? from what i’ve seen, you’ve been on the same part for almost thirty minutes…” 

  unfortunately, his taunts were working, as you began to become more avoidant of his gaze. it was rewarding in a sense, seeing you slowly crumble underneath his gaze after trying to one up him like that. his featherlight touch trails to your jaw, keeping a tight grip on it to ensure your eyes were hooked onto his.

  his patience with you was wearing thin, the thick tension which tied you two together only building up more and more the longer you both stared into each others eyes. it feels oddly intimate and he can’t quite figure out what was going on in that empty head of yours. you looked at him like you were a dog, obedient and compliant to his every command.

  abruptly, he turns you back around, pressing your upper body down into the table. you winced at the force, but luckily it wasn’t enough to hurt you that much. your eyes widen as he presses his hardening cock against your ass, his grinds barely noticeable, yet you could feel everything and his intentions were clear.

  you whine, a needy noise which only managed to degrade yourself in his eyes. the noise managed to rouse a sly grin from him, his body leaning down so he could whisper into your ear.

  “see? don’t act like you don’t need me…”

  promptly, he pulls your panties to the side, running a nimble finger through your folds to test the sensitivity of your wetness. seeing you jerk was like a feast for his eyes, as if you were a drug which he couldn’t fathom quitting.

  the sight of you jerking back against his fingers arises something within him, a primal urge to ravish you which he didn’t even know could possess him. gnawing on his bottom lip, he begins to tug down his bottoms along with his underwear, not planning on waiting any longer — he wanted to prove that you needed him, and he wouldn’t stop until he gets you to vocalise it.

  he grinds the head of his cock into your hole slowly, keeping a firm hold on the back of your head as he generously sinks into you, not stopping until his hips were flush with the curve of your ass. he groans at the familiar feeling, your gummy walls fluttering around his girth as it accommodated to the intrusion. 

  tears collect in your eyes at the delicate burn, along with the overwhelming pleasure as he begins to move. he almost pulls all the way out, only to thrust back in with full force. you yelp, hands scrambling for any support, clinging onto the unused papers on the table. 

  your soft moan reach his ears, giving him newfound motivation to keep pistoning his cock in and out of your tight cunt, adoring the way you seemed to squirm every time his tip brushed against that singular spongey spot inside of you. noises of pleasure seems to constantly spill from your drool-coated lips, your back arching as he thrusts into you with reckless abandon.

  “s-scara… i need you! i need you so badly…” you finally crack, body shuddering as his fingers come into contact with your clit, abusing the bud with slow yet harsh strokes. each ministration brought shivers throughout your whole body, giving just that little bit extra to aid your coming orgasm.

  hot explosions of pleasure burst behind your eyes, coating your vision in sloppy blurs as you came with a loud cry. the feeling of you gushing around his length only causes him to spiral, leading him down a rabbit hole of his own release. with one final thrust he buries himself to the hilt, spilling his warm seed deep inside of you and you’d be surprised if he wasn’t fucking you with the intent to get you knocked up.

  “that’s what i wanted to hear. it wasn’t that hard, was it?” he coos mockingly, pulling you up so that your back was pressed flush against his, his cock still buried deep within your cunny. seeing the confused look on your face, he snickers, slowly grinding his cock back into you, just to keep you on the edge.

  “oh, you think i’m letting you go?” he mocks you, akin to that of a predator belittling it’s prey. to accentuate his point, he delivers a harsh thrust into you, the jolt which wracks through you only spurring him on even more. “no, i’m not stopping until you’re chanting that you need me… and it seems that’s gonna take a while with that attitude of yours.”

  kuronushi’s eye twitches as he realises that you were still locking yourself in your shared bedroom, a sharp huff of disapproval leaving his scowl-ridden lips. he rolled his eyes upon hearing you still berate him for being out, apparently ‘without your knowledge’, so you had the ingenious idea to footle, making sure to not associate yourself with him for the full day out of pure spite.

  “are you still mad? you know, you have no reason to be—”

  “i do have a reason to be!” you shout at him as he stood outside of the room, your voice more enraged than anything other emotion. you rest your head on the door, feeling a bit sick at the notion that he was standing there, outside — waiting for you to come running back to him. you wanted to do that more than you initially thought, but you knew that it would prove a point which he made at the start of your argument — you being too clingy towards him.

  you could only sense his growing irritation through the wood. although it concealed and locked out his full figure from you, the atmosphere seeping in through the cracks was like a hazy mist, as if once inhaled you would soon succumb to his every whim like a mindless servant.

  unfortunately for you, you found yourself growing increasingly intoxicated to the imaginary haze.

  “let me in, we can talk about it. you surely can’t leave me out here all night, can you?” his voice was even more alluring, warming your soul like a fireplace during the winter. it thawed your flaming pettiness at record speed and you found your resolve bending and wavering under his command.

  shakily, your hands reach for the door handle, closing around the cold metal with slight reluctance. even if you wanted to think twice, you couldn’t, as your hands moved faster than your rationale and you open the door.

  the contrast of his voice compared to his actions was evident as he immediately swung the door open, startling you slightly. your eyes widen as he grips onto your shoulders harshly, pressing you up against the wall so you had no means of escape. you felt belittled in this situation, binded by his hands and trapped by his figure, it was almost like he had full possession over you now.

  the look in your eyes was pitiful, a pure helplessness presenting itself in soft glints as you looked up at him through your lashes. the need to take every fibre of your being became prominent in his mind and he felt the need to be physically restrained. he runs a hand down to your hips, latching his palms onto them and using them as extra leverage to control you.

  “what happened to that bratty attitude of yours now, hm?” he coos out, almost mocking you as he comes face to face with you. the soft breaths which left his slightly parted lips sent shudders down your spine, trepidation settling itself within your gut as he leans in closer. you could barely process his hand lowering down to your thighs and kneading at the flesh. you, in turn, find yourself yelping at the brawn of his grip.

  your previous combative method of speech is slowly crushed beneath you and you were briskly reduced into a pile of decompiled speech and illiterate thoughts. you stared at him as if he just spoke in a foreign language, completely clueless and dumbfounded from the total flip of his attitude.

  “were we not gonna ta—”

  “we were,” he sternly cuts you off, not wanting to hear any more of your rambling or snarky remarks. “but i changed my mind, you never learn when we verbally talk it out, so it looks like i just have to teach you a different way…” his finger trails down your thigh, grasping onto the back of your knee and momentarily picking you up.

  before you could process anything that was happening in reality he had pushed you back, your body falling onto the bed with a soft thump. you felt yourself wanting to sink into the pillows more — get comfy — but kuronushi clearly had other plans for you.

  he manoeuvres himself so that he was situated behind you, arms wrapped around your waist in order to keep you flush to his chest. the sprinkled trail of his kisses which descended upon your neck sent your heart into a flurry of motion. the barrage of his lips weren’t the only thing descending, however. unbeknownst to you his hands had began trailing lower until they reached the waistband of your pants.

  he takes a gauge at your expression subtly, seeing how your eyes were steadily trained on his hand as it seemingly disappeared underneath the fabric. it only took a matter of seconds for his fingers to press against your clit, magnetising to the bundle of nerves akin to how a shark would be immediately drawn to blood. in this case, he was the shark, wrapping his teeth around the prey, which was you.

  your hips jerk back almost instantaneously, a shaky moan tittering its way out of your lips. the gnawing need which was filling your every sense overwhelmed you; his touch, his lips, him, it all felt so surreal and otherworldly that you began to feel your brain drifting off. quick blitzes of tender euphoria spark from your clit as his fingers abused it, constantly rubbing at an even pace which only drove you deeper and deeper into your growing lust. 

  you wanted nothing more than for him to consume you whole, it was almost a carnal desire which you couldn’t bear to hold off any longer. you wanted him — and equally, he wanted you. he knew fine well what his fingers did to you and he couldn’t help but play with you for a bit.

  so, as soon as you showed signs of coming close, he halted his movements. a staggering whimper pulls its way from your strangled lungs, a subtle protest and a desperate message which pleaded for him to continue. the increasing amounts of pure need and want which corrupted your system pushed you onto the brink of insanity, and you can’t find it within yourself to formulate a coherent beg. 

  “awh, look at you, already desperate. it hasn’t even been ten minutes, dear…” he mumbles next to your ear, the honey-suckled tone which sported his melodic vocals was almost like witchcraft. it hexed you, bewitched your mind into nothing but a shell for his amusement.

  all you wanted at this moment was for him to please you, dumb you down on his fingers until you were nothing but a puddle of mush in his hold.

  as if in tune to your thoughts, the tips of his fingers slip into your cunt, the slender digits spreading you open thoroughly. he served you the meal you so feverishly craved, and you had no complaints with ravishing all you could get. your hips bucked up to meet his movements, providing a delicate amount of friction, just enough to keep you on your toes.

  he was taunting you, dangling a carrot over your head which he knew you couldn’t reach right now. you turn your head to face him, a pout on your lips as an apparition of your state of mind. your eyes flit down to his lips, the plush seeming so welcoming.

  “p-please…” you murmur out, unable to articulate a full sentence. all you were focusing on was how good his fingers felt. the flutter of your eyelids only coming across as an invitation for him to press his lips on, so, he does just that.

  his lips slot against yours, moving in tandem to the rhythm of his fingers as they curled up into your most desirable spot like it was second nature. once he noticed you moans slur and become more frequent, his pace began to speed up, constantly slamming into the bumpy spot with unfaltering firmness.

  this abrupt change in pace caused the ribbon of pleasure to tug within your gut, the silk of it being placed under so much pressure that it would undoubtedly snap in no time. all it took was his thumb to brush over your clit to make you unravel before him.

  he keeps you against his chest as you squirm, thighs closing around his wrist as you let out something short of a whine. your eyes were rolling back and white blots dazzled your vision, pleasure wracking through your whole body like lightning blasts constantly striking you down.

  the aftermath which ensued consisted of you falling limp against his chest, misty eyes barely focused on the way his fingers had began to gradually resume their actions like you weren’t just barely clinging onto the brink of your sanity. upon noticing this, kuronushi only laughed, his digits speeding up almost brutally as a way to punctuate his point.

  “don’t try and get away from this, i’m not letting you out of my sight anymore.” he hissed into your ear, proceeding to send your mind into a tizzy with his fingers once more. one thing was for certain; you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

[leclarifies]

strawberries & cigarettes (MV33)

✰ max verstappen x driver!reader ✰

summary: you had a bad habit that you never told anyone. it was smoking cigarettes when you had a particularly bad day. max was nothing more than your co-worker, but when he catches you during a particularly hard night, he offers some comfort in the form of strawberries.

genre: fluff-ish me thinks, drabble

wc: 880

a/n: congrats to max who had an absolutely fantastic drive in brazil! here's a little gift for everyone in tribute to max's win last night <3 inspired from troye sivan's song, 'strawberries & cigarettes'. also if you want to be added to my taglist, please do let me know! i've been wanting to start one for a bit now :3

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smoking was a bad habit of yours you'd like to keep a secret. you knew it was bad for your health and you knew you should stop because it might affect your performance on the track but you didn't care once you lit one up and let your worries fade away.

it was a particularly hard night and you just wanted to be left alone.

the sunset was off in the distance as you watched silently, with a cigarette in hand and lighter in the other, leaning against the railing.

italy was beautiful, but you hated today.

smacked with another dnf. driving for alpine had its ups and downs— more downs than you would like and today was no different. especially if it was no fault of your own.

"retire the car," your race engineer had told you through the radio.

you felt like you could cry.

it was your 100th race start and the fucking car couldn't even drive right.

but you did so anyway and off into the garage you went.

dragging a deep breath, you let the smoke in. breathing out only when you felt dizzy enough.

"i didn't know you smoked," a familiar voice sounded from behind you. you knew better to smoke in public but you needed it.

you didn't have to turn around to see who it was, you knew.

"not a lot of people do," you tell him as he leans against the railing next to you.

you glance and you see a pretty dutchman in casual clothing, looking off into the distance as well.

you sat in comfortable silence, the both of you not wanting to say anything.

it was nice hanging out with max, it was always calm, peaceful and quiet. he gave you your space and you always gave him his. tonight was no different.

"do you do it when you're stressed? or is it a thing you do behind the scenes when no one is looking?" max was the first to break the silence as you take a drag of your cigarette, remembering to blow it away from max.

"i do it when i have too many thoughts in my head, cigarettes make me dizzy. in a good way," you tell him, then he glanced at you.

"aren't you scared it's gonna affect your performance?" he asked and you shrugged.

"i came a long way from karting, if cigarettes take me out then it is what it is," you laugh almost bitterly before standing up right and look down on the ground before looking back up again.

the oranges and purples in the sky made it look breathtaking.

"is it hard?"

"what is?"

"being a female driver?"

you only glance at max as an answer, he knew the answer and you knew the answer too.

"that was a stupid question, wasn't it?" max chuckled before looking back at the sunset, the darkening of the sky was apparent, you could only laugh.

"it is hard, max," you could feel him shuffling next to you and you didn't know what he was doing, only realizing he took out strawberries out of his pocket.

"strawberries are better for your health," max tells you gently as he puts one on your palm and pops in his mouth, "they taste better too. i think it'll help you in the long run if i can help you wean off the cigarettes."

"thank you max," you tell him softly, dropping the cigarette bud and step on it once it reaches the ground, also popping it in your mouth in a similar fashion as him but you laugh at the absurdity of the entire situation.

who carries around calyx-less strawberries in their pockets?

"do you usually carry around strawberries without their leaves in your pocket?" you ask as you took another one from his palm which was stretched out to hold a couple more strawberries.

max laughed at the thought but he shook his head, "no, i just came from the store and saw you here, i thought you might need some comfort from today..."

"i should be mad at you for winning so consistently," you laugh, it was annoying seeing him win every single race but you didn't care at this point. there was no reason for you to be mad, only proud of him.

"you shouldn't. you don't have the best car this season, give yourself some grace," max said before you chewed on the strawberries carefully. you cringe as the sour taste of the strawberries mixed with the aftertaste of the cigarettes.

"the taste of cigarettes and strawberries don't go well together," you snort as you continued eating on the strawberries.

"this is a sign for you to stop smoking when you're stressed."

"as long as i get an excuse to finally hang out more with my rival, i'm not complaining."

"are you flirting with me right now, y/n?" max looked at you, almost as if the idea was ridiculous.

"no i want to know your strategies, please hand me some," you gave him and max laughed even more at your pitiful face.

"you'll get a seat next to me next year."

"what do you mean by that verstappen?"

max didn't answer.

"hello? this is not a sign for you to ignore me!"

short drabble, i just wanted to write max without having to deal with off the grid :( hope u guys like it :3

[muwapsturniolo]

𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒆 💫 Nick sturniolo (m! reader)

"i-i made a mistake, please, please just..."

✘ angst, i can't lie i had trouble writing this so I'm sorry that it isn't that good😭 i promise i will do nick justice next time, angst isn't my strongest genre.

It's dark in the bedroom, the only light being the moonbeams cascading down and illuminating a figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

He couldn't sleep, his mind toying with him and replaying his happiest moments that he took for granted and ruined - He felt guilty.

A soft shuffling is heard, his whole body tensing and his throat constricting. He slowly turns his head, his eyes landing on his sleeping wife.

She was a beautiful girl, she had a good heart and tended to forgive people too easily....and yet he found himself hating her

He knew it was wrong, the girl never did anything to harm him or make his life a living hell - He did that all on his own.

He was the reason he hates his life, not the woman he calls his wife.

He clenches his fists and faces forward, his eyes beginning to burn from the salty tears forming. He closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath, his hands coming to his face as he rests his elbows on his knees.

"God, what is wrong with me..." He questions himself softly, the tears now running down his face.

He knew if anyone saw him they would think he was pathetic.

What kind of man sits on the edge of his bed in the middle of the night, head in hands as he cries next to his wife, all because he wishes he was with a boy?

A silent sob escapes his mouth as he recalls all the memories with him.

The day they met, the first time they hung out, the first time they got drunk, their first kiss, the endless nights of fooling around - He missed it, he craved it.

He couldn't believe he gave that all up to be nothing more than a husband in a picture-perfect American family.

He could hear Nick's voice as he replayed that day in his head.

"You can go and kiss 100 fucking girls Y/n, you can drink all you want and try to forget the feelings you have for me, but that doesn't erase the fact that you're gay!"

"I'm not gay Nick! I don't have feelings for you! This was a mistake o-A mistake? A mistake is spilling your coffee on your shirt when you're in a rush, not telling me you only want me to call you baby as your dick is shoved down my throat!"

The two males stare at each other, their breathing harsh as they try to come to terms with the end of their beginning.

Y/n sighs and allows his body to relax, "Nick...I'm sorry, ok? I-I...I'm sorry."

"Yeah well when you wake up regretting this choice, just know I told you so."

I told you so...

He was right.

He regrets everything.

His gold band glimmers softly in the moonlight, a reminder that he’s bound to a marriage that he doesn't even want.

He couldn't take it anymore

Without a second thought, he rips the band off, setting it on the nightstand and jumping up. He’s quick to change out of his pajamas, stumbling out of the house as he makes his way to the car.

His heart thumps loudly in his ears, his breathing erratic as he swings out of the driveway, heading towards his destination.

It wasn't long before he arrived at the infamous bar "Pink Cadillac." It was mainly known for being an LGBT+ bar, a place where people of different genders and sexualities could be with their own, and feel safe.

He hadn't stepped foot in this bar since that night, attempting to erase all the memories and a part of himself.

he sits in the car with sweaty palms, staring up at the neon sign as he debates going in.

he knew it was too late to back out, he already left her and his ring at home - He didn't have a choice anymore.

He climbs out of the car and slowly makes his way inside, the interior of the bar starting to look and feel familiar. He finds himself smiling as he sees pictures plastered on the wall from 7 years ago, recognizing the faces of his old acquaintances. He stops when he comes across a picture of him and Nick, the two of them smiling as they were crowned the kings of the "Pink Cadillac Prom".

He remembers that night as if it was yesterday, but he doesn't have enough time to dive into his memories due to someone approaching him.

"Look at what the cat dragged in! Long time no see Y/n"

He turns around and smiles softly seeing the familiar face of Damon. he was dressed up, makeup covering his face and his neon green wig laid to perfection.

"Damon...hey," Damon gives him a quick up and down before crossing his arms. "Didn't think I would see your face here ever again after that night..."

The smile on Y/n's face falters, his eyes now cast downward as he feels an ache in his chest. Damon sighs and drops his arms, pulling Y/n towards the bar.

"Whiskey coke?"

Y/n chuckles dryly, nodding his head as he sits at the bar. Damon whips up the drink before sliding it over to the male, Y/n taking a long sip before sighing. The two sit and talk, catching up on the years of missed events and laughing with each other over old memories.

It wasn't long before Damon finally questioned him, "What are you doing here Y/n?"

"I...I need to see Nick..."

Damon sighs and places his hands on the bar, "Y/n I don't think that's a good idea.... It was 7 years ago, you need to forget it, you're married!" Y/n shakes his head, refusing to give up.

"I-I'm not married anymore."

A lie.

A big fat lie.

He was still married to her, but he planned to get a divorce after tonight.

"I-Is Nick here?"

Damon stares at him for a moment before nodding, "he is, but Y/n I don't think you sh-Where is he?" Y/n cuts him off, eager to see his long-lost lover. He notices the tense look on Damon's face and finds himself begging.

"Damon, please... I messed up, I-I need to apologize and tell him I'm sorry.”

“He’s on the patio…”

Y/n has never moved so fast in his life, maneuvering through the bodies of dancing couples and heading straight towards the patio exit.

He makes it outside, his eyes darting around before they land on him,

Nick.

It was like a scene out of a movie, the fluorescent lights shining on Nick's face as he laughed loudly with his friends, unaware of the person walking up to him and prepared to spill their heart out.

"so I told hi-Nick?"

The shorter boy whips around at the familiar voice, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

he goes to answer but stops seeing Nick's friends looking at him, "Can we talk...In privet?"

Nick scoffs and sets his drink down, "No, I don't want to talk to yo-Nick please...?" Nick stares at him for a moment before sighing and standing up from the table. He walks off, motioning for Y/n to follow.

The two boys stand off to the side of the patio, hidden from the curious eyes and in their own world.

"Speak, what did you want to talk about?"

Nick's dismissive tone was expected, Y/n had hurt him. However, Y/n couldn't help but be hurt himself.

"I... I miss you."

Nick chuckles and shakes his head, " Nick please! Just hear me out! I'm sorry ok? I fucked up, I fucked up big time, I know that. I-I hurt you and I'm so so sorry."

Nick can see how distraught the man is, the bags under his eyes evident and the tone of his voice proving such, but Nick doesn't feel bad at all.

He felt smug.

He knew Y/n would come crawling back, claiming he was sorry and crying because he knew he was lying to everyone and himself when he claimed he was straight and getting married to a girl.

"I hate to say it, but I told you so," Nick states, his arms crossed right across his chest. Y/n couldn't even be mad at the words thrown in his face, he knew Nick was right.

"I-I know. You were right, you are right. I-I was struggling Nick, I-I'm-" He struggles to find the right words to express his feelings and thoughts.

"I'm sorry...What we had wasn't a mistake. I did - No I do, have feelings for you. I was just scared Nick, it was one thing to be gay in private with our friends here, but it was another for me to be gay in public, and I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for being a coward and lying to you and myself-" Y/n moves closer toward Nick, slowly trapping him between his chest and the pink-painted bricks of the club.

"-B-but I can handle it now, I-I want to try again...I want to try us again." Nick begins to look uncomfortable, the words and closeness of Y/n being too much. Nick gently pushes him away, his mouth dry as he tries to speak.

"Y/n...."

The taller male could already feel the tears forming in his eyes, he knew by the way Nick pushed him back and said his name that he was being turned down. He shakes his head, pleading softly with Nick as he holds his arms tightly.

"Nick please"

"Y/n let go..."

"Please just give me a chance!"

"Let go!"

"I-I made a mistake, I just-"

"I'M ENGAGED !"

Silence stands between the two, Nick looking away awkwardly as Y/n feels the bile rise in his throat. He's lying, he has to be lying. There's no way he was engaged...Right?

"W-what?"

Nick holds up his hand, "I'm engaged Y/n.... "

he looks at the shiny diamond ring, the ring reminding him of the one currently on his nightstand.

"D-don't say that...D-don't marry him, please!"

Now Nick was angry.

How dare Y/n show up and expect him to forgive him right away and live happily ever after. How dare he demand that he not go through with the marriage.

"That's rich coming from you! You're a fucking hypocrite Y/n, you left me to get married to a girl! A girl! Now you're telling me not to get married to the person who helped put me back together after you broke me?! Fuck you!"

"I'm not married to he- I don't fucking care Y/n!" Nick shouts. He sighs and removes his glasses, rubbing over his face in annoyance.

"Look... I'm happy now Y/n, I actually love myself now to not keep up with your bullshit. You coming here was a mistake....Go home."

Y/n swallows harshly as Nick's words hit him harshly.

He was right once again, this was a mistake.

"I-I...should go...Sorry for bothering you...'' He whispers softly, slowly backing up before turning around and starting to walk away. Nick's voice calling out for him makes him stop, hope filling in his chest.

"I'm glad you finally stopped lying to yourself...I hope you find the love you deserve...Good luck, babe."

Y/n smiles faintly despite feeling like shit. With a heavy heart, he leaves the bar, his whole body feeling numb as he drives back home.

He silently walks through the door and throws his keys back in the bowl, dragging his feet against the carpet as he enters the bedroom.

She's still sleeping.

He strips himself of his clothes and slides the gold band back on his finger. As he climbs into the bed, she awakens, her eyes fluttering open softly.

"Babe? Where did you go?" She questions.

"Needed some water...Sorry for waking you." He lies effortlessly. She hums and curls into his body, missing the grimace on his face due to the darkness of the bedroom.

"I love you," she mutters as she begins to go back to sleep.

"Yeah...Love you too...."

Another lie.

[lomlhwa]

intern (ot8) [volume four]

pairing: free use intern!reader x office workers!ateez

preview: getting this type of job feels so wrong. but you need money and hey, they're all hot.

tags/warnings: fem!reader, free use, perv!ateez, monster cocks for all of ateez i fear, it's pretty much all dom!ateez but woosan do like to beg to cum so do with that what you will, ties as restraints, hair pulling, spit kink, spanking (with hands and belts), degrading, praise, pet names (slut, whore, cumdump, doll, baby, princess), throat/stomach bulge, sometimes it's one at a time and sometimes it's five, voyeurism, hand jobs, oral (f+m receiving), vibrator torture, crying, anal, two cocks in one whole who cheered, so many creampies [these are general tags for all parts, not all of these will be in every part]

trigger warnings: if i forgot tags, don't kill me

wc: 2.8k

song recs for this fic: teeth by enhypen

a/n: final part :( I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS SERIES. thank you so much for all the love and support and i hope you'll look forward to my future works !!

your body burns as you realize you still have a pair of coworkers left who want to use you until you’re completely broken. the biggest, most sadistic ones. they had saved themselves for last, loving how fucked out and positively exhausted you looked. it’s almost the end of the day, an hour and a half remaining of all your shifts. you had no idea how you were going to be able to drive home in your current condition, that was about to get worse. 

you roll over onto your back so you can see both of the massive men standing over you. you hold yourself up with your palms, gulping at the idea of what they desperately want to do with you. you pant, still trying to catch your breath from the way wooyoung and san had used you. you were drenched in sweat and cum dripped from between your legs into a puddle on the floor. yunho chuckles before nudging mingi.

“look at her, all spent and used. you’re basically just a cocksleeve now,” yunho leans down to throw you over his shoulder and carry you over to his desk in the corner of the room. he sizes you up, him and mingi basically being twice your size. they tower over you, trapping you in the corner. mingi wraps his hand around your throat, just under your jaw, to force you to look up at them. “you know we’re the biggest and the meanest, right?” he cocks his eyebrow at you. you nod tentatively, a small amount of fear bubbling in your stomach. 

mingi moves his hand from your throat to the top of your head, pushing down and forcing you onto your knees in front of them. your tongue falls out of your mouth instinctively, awaiting the abuse of your throat that is inevitable. yunho and mingi smirk at each other before undoing their belts and dropping their pants to their ankles. your eyes widen at the sheer size of the both of them, taking the saying ‘hung like a horse’ very seriously.  “look at our dirty girl, so eager to have her mouth filled,” yunho says, leaning down to grip a handful of your hair and force your open mouth down his cock. you cough and sputter around him, his cock jabbing the back of your throat with brute force. you bring your hands to his thighs and dig your nails into his skin until they leave little crescent marks. 

mingi chuckles, watching you squirm and struggle with yunho’s cock in your mouth. he strokes himself, watching as tears run down your face and saliva drips out of the corners of your mouth. you strain your eyes to look up at mingi with a pleading look. “aw, a little cock drunk, baby?” mingi’s voice is full of fake pity as yunho tilts his head back, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. you can tell both of them have orgasms that are building. mingi is bucking his cock into his palm, getting off on how utterly pathetic you look while being used. his veiny, slender fingers run over his cock deliciously, getting closer to his release just watching you. yunho is gulping down his saliva as his orgasm builds, your mouth feeling heavenly around his hard length. you run your tongue over the underside of his cock, feeling the veins that protrude from pleasure.

“fuck, baby, that feels so good. your throat is so perfect for my c-cock,” yunho mumbles, finally hanging his head to look down at you. he pets your hair, gently caressing you while tormenting your throat. his pretty fingers run through the locks of your hair, smiling at you like you’re his whole world. “mingi and i a-are gonna cum all o-over your face, okay? make you into a pretty painting,” yunho struggles to speak as his orgasm builds more intensely. mingi wobbles a little closer to you, jerking himself off faster to match yunho’s pace. “fuck, cumming, god baby,” yunho pulls out of your mouth swiftly, replacing your wet heat with his hand, jerking himself to release over your skin. mingi follows suit quickly after, covering you in a second layer of semen. 

their chests heave heavily, trying to regain their composure after a simple first round. once composed, the sinister vibe returns to their aura. “we know you took two cocks in both your holes, but can you take both of us in your sweet pussy, baby?” mingi hooks his arms under your shoulders to lift you off the floor again. your legs are wobbly, so you hold onto him for balance. you don’t respond, your mind going completely numb. “pretty and dumb, my favorite type of girl,” yunho says, leaning down to kiss your exposed shoulder. “you’ve been on all fours all day, so we won’t do that to you again,” mingi join’s yunho’s motions, kissing the other shoulder, dragging his tongue over your skin. 

“lift your fucking leg,” yunho whispers in your ear. your leg lifts as if it has a mind of it’s own, and yunho catches it. “good fucking girl. we’re gonna fuck you standing up, hope you can take it,” mingi snakes his hand around your waist, gliding his pointer finger over your clit from behind you. “yunho’s gonna go in first, he’s longer. you won’t have much time to adjust, we wanna use you as much as we can before the day ends,” mingi kisses the side of your neck, trailing your jawline with saliva. yunho lines up the head of his cock with your entrance. you’re practically dripping, coating his cock in arousal. he slides in with ease, your pussy sucking him in desperately. “god, you’re so t-tight still. how will you fit mingi in here?” yunho brushes your hair out of your face, pouting at you. 

as mingi lines his cock up with your already full hole, yunho shoves his long, slender fingers into your mouth. “suck,” he demands, and you obey without question. you focus on drenching his fingers in your saliva while mingi stretches you open. you squeak in pain, tears burning your eyes. “shhh, relax. i can’t get in there if you’re so tense, sweetheart,” mingi hushes you, trying to make you feel better. “take her leg,” yunho instructs, and mingi takes your leg from yunho’s hold. yunho snakes his newly freed hand down between you to play with your clit. your eyes cross and you bite down gently on his fingers in your mouth. “shove the rest of the way in, all at once,” yunho says to mingi. fear fills your body, you eyes widening. yunho jerks his hand side to side quickly, pleasure filling your veins as mingi forces himself into you. you let out a strangled scream, the pain almost overtaking the pleasure. you grip onto yunho’s arms for dear life as your body tries to adjust. 

yunho and mingi litter your neck with kisses and sweet praises as you finally adjust to the sudden stretch of your core. “you’re so, so perfect, princess. your pussy is sucking us in so well. you’re so pretty. the prettiest baby,” mingi mutters, leaving behind hickies on your skin. yunho continues pleasuring you by rubbing your clit softly, licking a stripe up your throat. he uses his thumb to hold your jaw and tilt your head back to give him better access. “we got you, baby. you’re gonna feel so good, i promise. we’ll treat you so nicely,” yunho jabs the back of your throat with the tips of your fingers suddenly, and you gag around them. “mmf, p-please move,” you plead to the best of your abilities.

both men draw back and slam into you in sync, black spots filling your vision for a moment. you gasp, your breath getting caught in your throat. you bite down on yunho’s fingers harder than intended and he hisses at you. “not so hard, slut,” he sneers at you. he pulls your jaw open and spits into your mouth, your reflexes causing you to swallow instantly.  “god, what a whore. you like getting spat on?” yunho demands an answer from you and you nod your head. “open wider then, and tilt your head back,” you do as instructed and await your reward, yunho and mingi gather their saliva in their mouths and let it pour into your mouth. you lick your lips and swallow obediently. 

yunho finally removes his fingers from your mouth, and moves his hand to grip your hip. mingi and yunho begin moving in opposition. yunho pulls away, mingi pushes in. there’s never a moment where your g-spot is not being absolutely obliterated. you lean your head forward and connect your forehead to yunho’s chest. both of them had unbuttoned their shirts at some point, and you had no idea when. you move your hands from his arms to his chest and drag your nails down his supple skin. you leave red streaks on his skin and he catches his bottom lip between his teeth while he watches. mingi wraps a hand around your throat from behind you, cutting off your airflow. “what a whore, she wants to leave her mark,” mingi comments. you lean your head back and lift your arms over your head to connect your nails with mingi’s neck. you leave scratch marks there too, enjoying the way his eyes cross before catching himself. 

you kept going back and forth between them with your nails as they pumped you full with their cocks. by the time you’d had enough, yunho’s chest was bright red and mingi’s neck was a similar shade. you litter yunho’s chest with kisses, feeling apologetic for scraping at his flesh so harshly. mingi’s hand around your throat tightens as their thrusts pick up in speed, getting sloppier by the minute. you felt so full that you were risking exploding. you look down at your stomach to find the rapidly appearing and reappearing of the bulge in your lower abdomen. you rest your hand on it as they continue fucking up into you, whining at the feeling. 

you rest your arms on yunho’s shoulders and lean your head back against mingi’s chest, your eyelashes fluttering. “yuyu…” you trail off, focusing your gaze to the handsome man in front of you. the chain he wore dangled between his chest muscles that were deliciously on display, his gaze frenzied and desperate as he tilted his head at you. “what is it, baby?” mingi, responds for him. you play with the hair on the nape of his neck before pouting. “kiss me,” you pucker slightly before yunho leans down to grant you your wish. he kisses you gently despite his pace inside you. “pretty girl has to feel loved to cum, does she? you clenched as soon as he kissed you, you little slut,” mingi comments as he reaches down with his free hand to grip your ass harshly. you whimper at the feeling and mingi’s words. yunho shoves his tongue into your mouth, exploring every crevice he can reach. saliva drips from your open mouths and down between your breasts. 

yunho disconnects his lips from yours to chase the trail of spit that runs down your chest. “so slutty, baby. getting covered in saliva all for your own pleasure? you love being used like this,” mingi tightens his grip once more before releasing you as you gasp for air. yunho and mingi begin talking to you at the same time, one filling you with compliments and praises, while the other degrades you for your sexual fantasies.

“you’re so, so beautiful. you’re taking us so well, being such a good girl. we’ll give you everything you want, just keep being good. pretty girls deserve to cum,” yunho mutters to you as he kisses all over your face. as tears flow out of your eyes as you border on your orgasm, yunho kisses the tears away. he circles your clit with his middle finger, desperate to get an orgasm out of you. “you’re a whore. disgusting and desperate for more despite everything we’re giving you. can you be any greedier? look at you, clenching the more we talk,” mingi spoke harshly in your ear. he used his large hands to leave dark hand prints and bruises along your ass and hips. the stark contrast between them was driving you to the edge quickly.

your whole body begins to shake as your orgasm creeps up on you. “ple-ah, please please i need to cum,” you beg, your back arching. your eyes roll into the back of your head as yunho moves his fingers faster. “cum for us baby, you’re doing so well,” yunho watches as you border on losing consciousness from how hard you cum. and yet, they never stop thrusting into you. sensitivity takes over your body and you twitch uncontrollably. “gonna fill you up soon, baby. we want you to cum again,” yunho explains, watching your face contort in pain and pleasure. “come on, cockslut, you know you wanna cum again. two cocks gets you going more than anything else,” mingi demands, another orgasm teetering on the edge.

yunho connects his lips with yours again, his own orgasm being just out of reach. he mumbles against your lips for you to cum, to give him what he wants. finally, your orgasm is ripped out of you and you bite down on yunho’s lip as you finish. you draw blood and you’re quick to lick it up, feeling guilty. yunho removes his hands from their current positions and wraps his arms around your waist. mingi wraps his one arm, that’s not holding your leg, around your shoulders. “please, please cum inside me, i-i need it,” you plead and they both squeeze you tightly as they fill you up with their seed. your whole body gives out at the feeling. if not for mingi’s hold on your leg, you surely would’ve slithered to the floor. 

the three of you stay perfectly still for a moment, catching your breath and enjoying the buzzing feeling the pleasure leaves behind. mingi lets go of your limp limbs carefully, making sure you plant your feet firmly on the floor. they pull out slowly, your body immediately turning cold and aching at the emptiness. despite mingi’s efforts, you crumple to the floor. they’re quick to crouch next to you, scanning your body. “want some water, sweetheart?” mingi offers, and you nod. yunho rises to fix his clothes before returning to your level to pick you up bridal style. he sets you down in your office chair just as mingi returns. you chug half the bottle of water before putting it down on your desk.

you watch as the clock ticks to signal the end of your shift and dread fills your veins. you can’t drive in this condition, let alone leave this room. multiple members in the room watch your face as it fills with panic. san rises from his chair, removing his suit jacket followed by his shirt. he hands you his shirt to wear as he puts his suit jacket back on. you button it up over your exposed skin, reaching down to grab your long discarded bra and shove it into your bag. you stand up cautiously to pull your skirt down, despite it now being covered in stains. you hold your car keys in your hand, staring at them worriedly. “i’ll drive you home and then take a cab back to my house,” seonghwa says, taking your keys from you. yunho grabs your bag as seonghwa sweeps you off your feet and begins carrying you out of the building. this earns you many strange stares, but you’re too tired to care.

all of them had followed you out to your car, seonghwa setting your down in the passenger seat as yunho placed your bag in your lap. seonghwa climbs into the driver’s seat and starts your car, getting ready to get you home and in bed for some sleep. everyone else crowds around your window, all smiles and compliments. they express their excitement to have you working with them and how wonderful you are. “get home safe, y/n,” jongho says before ushering everyone away from your car. 

seonghwa begins backing up before swiftly pulling out of the parking lot. you wave to the group of seven men who watch you leave eagerly. you collapse into your seat with a huff, exhaustion taking over your body. you look over to seonghwa and smile, and he matches your energy. he pats your head before turning back to the road to get you home safely. you curl into a ball and rest your head on the car door before you hear seonghwa speak again.

“welcome to strictland corps, ateez zone is where you belong now.”

© lomlhwa 2024

taglist:

@nopension @cursedeastern @certifiedmoa @tunafishyfishylike @4ngel-f4ngzz @mingisdimple @anxiousskylar @sanhwalvr @querencieaz @vtyb23 @dawn-iscozy

[kinardsheart]

@marvelousbuckley prompt !!! buckley fights and whatnot

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Everyone knew that when all the Buckley’s were at a table together, shit would go down.

Buck’s jaw tensed, teeth grinding against eachother in an effort to not snap. To not flip the table like some overdramatic movie scene and flee, get far away from whatever was happening right now.

Maddie’s worried eyes flicked from their parents to him, eyebrows furrowing as she no doubt was thinking of ways to de-escalate the situation, ever the mediator.

“What did you say?”

“We just think that you’re rushing into things. What, with all your past relationships, isn’t this a bit different?”

Pain surged through his body as he bit his tongue to bite back the venom he was about to hurl. His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms, keeping him from disassociating back into the same little boy that always came back.

“Mom, I think it’s a bit late. Jee-Yun’s asleep, I think we’re all a bit tired.”

His mother shook her head, bony hands resting over his fathers still ones moving to tuck a stray hair back into her neatly styled bob. Maddie sighed, leaning back in her chair uncomfortably, facial expression not moving from it’s worried state. This was happening.

“Why so?”

“Well… you know.”

An eyebrow raised as he stared them down intimidatingly, daring them to continue. “I don’t. Continue.”

Philip sighed wearily, as if Buck was the one who initiated the topic. As if Buck was the problem. Like always, his stupid son. Always causing problems. The thought made his stomach churn, queasy, nails digging deeper into his palms.

“Enough, Evan. This is just another rash decision like you always make. It won’t mean anything, you’ll snap out of it, son.”

Son. Like he was the one who taught him to tie a tie for his highschool formal. Ran around football fields with him as the sun glared above them, exhausted laughter as they collapsed on the fields and got ice cream on the way home. Held him as he cried and told him he was still a man. Images of makeshift father figures, his maths teacher, Bobby. Tears pricked at his waterline as he stood up, too exhausted to fight. They were never going to change.

Despite calls of his name as he walked out of the chilly apartment, maybe it wasn’t cold. maybe the chill came from the use of evan from mouths who didn’t deserve to it, he moved on autopilot. He was almost out; through the kitchen and about to open the front door when a smaller hand landed on his arm. Concerned, familiar brown eyes met his.

Memories of broken bikes, aching wounds, warm hugs and pinky promises swam around in his mind as he looked down at her.

“You know they’re just worried, right?”

His blood ran ice cold.

“Are you on their side?”

She flinched at his tone, shaking her head while her hand dropped from his arm, taking the warmth with it. “No, of course not. But they’re just worried, Evan. You don’t have to go, they don’t mean anything.”

The threat of his previous tears returned. “That’s the thing, Maddie. They never mean anything. They don’t care, and when they do, it’s never good.”

A deep breath, then he continued.

“You wanna know why they don’t like Tommy? Because I’m happy. They don’t like that. Why should I be happy when I’m not even the son they wanted? They said it themselves. I’m their reminder that the one they wanted is dead, looking them in the eyes.”

Her head tilted with her lips turning down in an upset frown.

There was nothing left to be said, he supposed. The bickering from the other room quietened as he opened the door, giving her one final look.

“Goodnight, Mads.”

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He doesn’t remember how he ended up here, at Tommy’s door. All he knows is that now there’s a dishevelled, clearly was just asleep firefighter in front of him, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

“Evan?”

Guilt flooded his senses. He shouldnt’ve come.

“Sorry, you’re tired. I’ll just go.”

Tiredness shifted into concern, a big hand reaching out for his as he turned to walk back to his jeep, no doubt in for a relentless night of tossing and turning.

“No, stay. You just woke me up, no need to go. What’s wrong?”

What was wrong? Everything, nothing?

His head hung low, the pang of pain from his nails digging into his palms returned. He flexed his hand, wincing in pain as the small wounds opened back up.

Tommy, ever so vigilant, didn’t miss this. The older man reached for his hands, gently bringing them up and turning them upright. A small frown formed, which was so wrong on his face. He deserved to smile. Buck was bringing him down.

“Oh, honey.”

The gentleness of the name, like Buck was something to care for. Something to be held, and loved. It broke him. Nobody deserved that burden, but maybe if Tommy wanted to carry it, he’d let him.

Buck fell forward into his outstretched arms, sobs wracking his body as he was just held, hands racking up and down his back soothingly.

Later, when he was settled, in a comfy bed full of content and love, he would tell him about the dinner. About Daniel. But for now, he could just cry. Tommy wouldn’t leave him for it.

[hipsdofangirl]

candy

seokmin x reader

summary: just a simple car ride back to the apartment—nothing special.

genre: idol au, fluff, established relationship, nighttime driving and serenading

notes: based on a sweet dream i had a couple nights ago…

not proofread

fresh air blasts through your hair, swishing between the outside of the window or behind the safety handle inside the car.

you glance down at the temperature displayed on the screen—68 (20) degrees; your stomach flutters, unable to comprehend the very early morning weather with warm welcoming temperatures.

you can’t help but giggle and extend your right arm out the car, your fingers stretching to touch the stars; high on energy, you can’t help but savor the moment.

while seokmin savored you.

as you outstretched your arm, seokmin glanced over at you for a split second, before focusing his attention on the road. he couldn’t focus for so long as every shine from your expressions shot across the console to him, like many meteors in a shower. even though the road demanded his attention—especially during the cold night—your presence beckoned him.

you hum along to the song, fingers sporadically flittering to try and dance to the song. seokmin giggles quietly, not wanting to interrupt; he wishes he could capture this moment, like you did for him one late night in the van, but his eyes and memory would have to do. he flicks his eyes in the rear view mirror, noticing your friends in the back passed out. he mentally thanks himself for being a decent driver to put everyone at ease.

the current song fades through the wind as a new one would soon begin. you retract your hand and use it as a head rest, and you languidly turn your phone around, curious to the next song playing from your phone.

the bass of joshua’s voice vibrates your body. immediately you lightly toss your phone to hide the screen—one of your boyfriend’s ’boyfriend photos’ that you declared should be gatekeeped.

with your eyes close, you lean more into the palm of your hand, following along and singing quietly.

on the other side, seokmin’s subtle muscle memory activated as he too began to sing quietly to the song.

once joshua’s part ended, seokmin’s voice gained traction, growing louder to perform his part. except—he looks over at you; watching you sway your head and unconsciously smile when dk’s part began. except—he didn’t have to perform when he was with you.

when jeonghan’s part began, seokmin never lessened his voice. instead, he slowly reached over to your lap, where your left hand rested methodically tapped against your phone case, to intertwine your hands.

your eyes widen at the contact. you flick your attention over to him as you lift your head.

his smile grew as seungkwan sang. together, you move your clasped hands to rest on top of the console. you move past your position from resting on the car door to now rest on the console—therefore him.

you couldn’t focus on woozi’s voice. not when seokmin’s gaze—although attentive to the road—only looked at you. you couldn’t look away—not when seokmin sings so gently; not when seokmin sings only for your ears to hear.

the chorus may have changed singers but seokmin always stayed with you. the air flowing inside the car and whirling between you two could never separate you two.

even when seokmin had to look away, it was never by choice. to reach back to him, you leaned further against the console, further to him. you titled your head towards him and closed your eyes, savoring the warm air and melody.

seokmin’s voice somehow gets louder, without increasing his volume. then you feel it: a slight weight on top your head. you feel his quiet exhales of words rest upon your forehead. even as he focuses on singing, focuses on driving, he anchors himself to you, loafing his head onto yours still bearing his own weight however.

he still sings. his eyes may have left but his soul won’t. not when the two of you slowly melt into each other’s embrace; as if pieces of candy was being left out in the sun, becoming one with each other due in time.

tags: @jcxbliss

a/n: dawg why did i write this like they died in the end???? i tried to tie it into the song’s meaning but it just got dark—i mean in my dream seokmin and i didn’t die. anyways just take my dream and run with it lolol

if you made it have a nice day/night!!

[orangetintedglasses]

Serious Wolfwood. Scary... well. Sort of. Given the fact that most of the people they've come across are indeed still breathing (minus the corpse they'd stumbled upon, that one didn't count), Vash could parse that this was... hah, acting. At least a little-- maybe Wolfwood did mean some of it, but he'd taken his hands away from the man and left him to his own devices, opting to taunt him instead when he could've easily made good on the threats he was promising. Made an example of the man before him, damn near pissing himself in fear.

It definitely had quite the effect on him; he looked fucking haunted, like he was going to be having nightmares about this for the rest of his natural life. He was shaking-- honest-to-God shaking, with his bottom teeth chattering against the top row as he stared, wide-eyed, at the floor now that he wasn't forced to keep looking at the undertaker.

Eventually, he muttered-- "God, fuck this-- fuck this--"

And without a second thought, he was up, and he was running. That man was out of there without looking back, and with every intent to stay away, leaving his buddies lying on the floor.

"C-- CHRIS! Fucking-- HELP ME UP, YOU JACKASS--!!"

... the blond, out of some... flicker of altruism that managed to breach the thick layer of eerie adrenalin calm, would offer his hand, to help the thug to his feet. The thug slapped it away with all the strength he could muster, spitting-- no, not you, don't you fucking touch me, don't touch me, back the FUCK up--

He... should've expected that reaction, honestly. Maybe that would sting later, who knows. Right now, Vash wasn't that concerned about it, blithely stepping away from the man (and kicking that discarded rifle, sending it skittering further away from it's previous owner, just in case) as he struggled to rise, practically limping in the other direction, opposite to where his buddy had gone.

One of them was running for their life, and the other was likely going to do what Wolfwood 'asked' of them, and warn the others.

"... that... probably went as well as it could have. I think..." Vash plucked his glasses from his face and scrubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palm, a deep frown cutting his features.

"You fucks wouldn't know what to do with half the crap in this place, if you even survived scavenging it," Wolfwood continues; it's not a lie, the Eye of Michael is not someplace for the average bandit to loot. With so many things that are prototypes and tests and, hell, human experiments, you never know what will kill you. The very air could corrode your insides and you'd be none the wiser. He replaces the gun with his right hand faster than any human is capable of, then tilts the bandit's head to look him in the eyes only within a breath's distance from Wolfwood.

"Now then," the undertaker's tone lightens to something morosely playful as he bares his fangs in a malevolent, bloody smile, "Because I'm feelin' so generous, I'm gonna let you guys have a head start at gettin' the hell away from this place with nothin' more than what you've got on your back now. If I catch you again inside or outside, I'll kill ya. I'm somethin' of a tracker, so I'd watch your back if I were you. Ya never know when an undertaker will stop by and bury the bodies."

Blood continues to drip from his shoulder to his waist, his suit littered with bullet holes and tears in the fabric. Steam rises from the wounds in his body as they stitch themselves up, and one by one bullets begin to drop uselessly onto the floor. Each clink of the metal on metal rings through the entire hall as though they're the same decibel as bombs, only adding to the tension.

His hand releases the man, leaving behind dark purple bruises.

"If you know what's good for ya, you'll let your boss and all your little buddies know that the reaper is comin' for them next. If they surrender now, I'll reconsider paintin' the walls red with all ten of 'em," his voice almost sounds like Wolfwood's usual teasing voice—like he's holding something up high where the man can't reach it and laughing when he gets close, only to raise it higher. "It's a limited time deal. Offer of a lifetime."

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word count: 1440

Chapter 26:

Everyone started to look around, but there was no sign of Agatha anywhere, as if she had just disappeared into thin air.

Now, if Agatha had her powers; this could have been possible. You had seen it happen. However, at this moment, your lover was magicless.

Which meant that something else took place or caused it.

Immediately, you felt your stomach turn the wrong way as worse case scenarios flooded your mind; worry over Agatha and her u your heart with the intention to drain every single drop of blood left inside.

"Everyone, find light. Now, " the order was given, and the coven started to search the room, each looking for someone to use for temporary light.

You were the only one that did not, for all you had to do was turn your palm to face the ceiling and concentrate. Your magic came to life, a white ball of swirling energy and magic floating a little bit above your palm.

It's bright light offered enough illumination and you wasted no time to start looking around, trying to turn fast to any shadow caught by the edge of your eyes; only to end up being far slower and meet nothing but plain air.

Suddenly, you all caught sight of her as she took an unnatural pose. Your eyes opened wide, and you could not help but stare at the possessed face of your lover, skin a milky white and eyes holding nothing but pure insanity.

"She's faking it." Jen argued, but you disagreed strongly with her this time.

You weren't the only one, though.

"Look at her face!" Alice shouted as the possessed Agatha started to move fast, away from all of you.

The odd noises she made, the sickening look and the fact that she was no longer in control of her body; upsetted you.

For all you knew, Agatha could be in pain right now or trying to fight back against whatever had possessed her. Your worry coupled with anger at the spirit that dared to do this to her, your temper flaring rather fast; causing the bright ball of white magic to glow even stronger.

A hand was placed above your free one, fingers wrapped around your wrist in a silent way to ensure you would not lose control.

Rio, the owner of that hand, moved to stand by your side. "Sweetheart, you okay?"

You looked at Agatha. "Ags, are you with us?"

Suddenly, Agatha bent her back and started to crawl on all four in a scene that reminded you too much of the exorcist horror movies you had happened to see once merely to fulfil your curiosity.

"Oh, my gosh!" Teen exclaimed, taking a few steps back in worry.

Everyone watched, trying their best to figure out where Agatha was going, but despite the unnatural position of her body; the possessed witch was relatively fast.

Every move and flicker made you turn sharply, somehow pulling Rio along with you as she refused to let you go; a subconscious need to keep you close just in case.

It was then, you heard Teen scream and as you wiped your head towards his direction... you saw it.

Agatha had crawled towards him and fast, barking and glaring like an animal while the scared boy was trying to crawl back and away from her.

By instinct alone, you tossed the very same ball of light at Agatha before you could comprehend that you could harm her.

To your surprise and many, Agatha pulled back just as the ball of magic passed between Teen and her; causing a stack of books to explode and fly everywhere.

However, it was the bright light of your magic that made Agatha hiss and pull back; like a vampire that had been exposed to the sun.

Something clicked in your mind as you recalled that the possession happened after the lights were killed.

"The light... thats her weakness. The ghost can't take the light!" You exclaimed, feeling hope bubbling in your chest.

There was a way to stop this ghost and most likely remove it from Agatha without actually harming the witch.

Lilia heard your words and was the first to start looking for a light switch or some main power box; hoping she could turn up a few switches and bring the lights back.

At the same time, Agatha attacked Jen; aiming to chock her for good, but before anyone could try and stop her; Lilia brought back the lights.

The sudden brightness made you squint your eyes and even had to pass your hand over them to get rid of the black spots at the edge of your vision. You held back a groan, as you and everyone quickly adjusted to the now light room.

Once again, Agatha was gone, and it took a moment to find her leaning on the wooden railing of the semi floor; clearly exhausted from internally fighting the ghost that took over her body.

Relief flashed across your face seeing her back to normal and you were ready to rush towards her, when Rio pulled you back and towards the rest of the witches; who were slowly walking backwards and closer to one another.

"Rio, why don't -" Your words were cut shot when you finally noticed this ominous semi transparent mist/smoke that trailed down the stairs.

It then started to rise and take shape until the body of a woman was visible. Their body was semi transparent, and their face seemed drained, older than the person was supposed to be. The clothes bared some familiarity, but it was after hearing the ghost's voice that everything fell into place.

"Evanora Harkness of the Salemites." The ghost introduced herself, her tone alone showing how superior she felt even as a ghost.

"Hey, Mom." Agatha suddenly said, trying to keep her cool and also recover; without truly showing the others how she felt. "It was nice having you in my body for a second there. I've ve never felt so close to you before."

The ghost barely acknowledged her as she remained focused on the rest of the coven. "My coven risked everything to kill her. And you fools have willingly joined her."

You wished to argue, to step forward, but Rio kept you back; fully aware how volatile your powers were but also suspecting how Evanora would react.

After all, Rio did know your story, and she also knew she would not be able to protect you from the ghost. She couldn't protect Agatha either, but, at least, for now, her lover was safe.

All they had to do was ensure to finish the trial and most likely destroy the ghost before being on your mary way to finish the rest of the trials.

"Stop embarrassing me in front of my friends, Mom." Agatha said, giving a forced fake smile and for a moment giving the feeling of a true teenager trying to act cool when their mother was scolding them.

"So what do we do? Do we banish her?" Teen asked, looking at the other witches for some guidance.

He didn't have his spellbook anymore, and, honestly, he had never dealt with ghosts or even truly met one until now.

Lilia shook her head faintly, indicating a negative answer to his question. "Emotion ties them to this plane. They have unfinished business. So let's finish her business."

Jen nodded. "Okay."

Teen focused on the ghost next. "What do you want?"

"You must finish the Witches' Road without Agatha."

"She means punish Agatha.

"Leave her with me."

Rio put her foot down. "No. No way." She argued, glaring daggers at the ghost.

It was in those cases she truly wished she could harm those pestering souls, but she had no jurisdiction and no power over them; much to her dismay.

Jen looked at Rio as if she had grown a second head. "A minute ago, you were ready to slit her throat."

"Yeah, well, her mother can't have her." She explained vaguely, trying to justify her reaction.

You could not help but smile faintly. You were you were not the only one wishing to protect Agatha.

"Mom?" Agatha's voice reached you, and as you looked at her again, you swore you saw her eyes becoming misty. "Why do you hate me still?"

Evanora looked at her daughter with nothing but spite and hatred, no remorse or love or any motherly feeling in her cold eyes. "You were born evil. I ought to have killed you the moment you left my body."

Something snapped within you, and the very next second, the windows of the cabinet cracked loudly.

Chapter 27