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The largest campaign finance violation in US history

I'm coming to DEFCON! On Aug 9, I'm emceeing the EFF POKER TOURNAMENT (noon at the Horseshoe Poker Room), and appearing on the BRICKED AND ABANDONED panel (5PM, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01). On Aug 10, I'm giving a keynote called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE! How hackers can seize the means of computation and build a new, good internet that is hardened against our asshole bosses' insatiable horniness for enshittification" (noon, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01).

Earlier this month, some of the richest men in Silicon Valley, led by Marc Andreesen and Ben Horowitz (the billionaire VCs behind Andreesen-Horowitz) announced that they would be backing Trump with endorsements and millions of dollars:

https://www.forbes.com/sites/dereksaul/2024/07/16/trump-lands-more-big-tech-backers-billionaire-venture-capitalist-andreessen-joins-wave-supporting-former-president/

Predictably, this drew a lot of ire, which Andreesen tried to diffuse by insisting that his support "doesn’t have anything to do with the big issues that people care about":

https://www.theverge.com/2024/7/24/24204706/marc-andreessen-ben-horowitz-a16z-trump-donations

In other words, the billionaires backing Trump weren't doing so because they supported the racism, the national abortion ban, the attacks on core human rights, etc. Those were merely tradeoffs that they were willing to make to get the parts of the Trump program they do support: more tax-cuts for the ultra-rich, and, of course, free rein to defraud normies with cryptocurrency Ponzi schemes.

Crypto isn't "money" – it is far too volatile to be a store of value, a unit of account, or a medium of exchange. You'd have to be nuts to get a crypto mortgage when all it takes is Elon Musk tweeting a couple emoji to make your monthly mortgage payment double.

A thing becomes moneylike when it can be used to pay off a bill for something you either must pay for, or strongly desire to pay for. The US dollar's moneylike property comes from the fact that hundreds of millions of people need dollars to pay off the IRS and their state tax bills, which means that they will trade labor and goods for dollars. Even people who don't pay US taxes will accept dollars, because they know they can use them to buy things from people who do have a nondiscretionary bill that can only be paid in dollars.

Dollars are also valuable because there are many important commodities that can only – or primarily – be purchased with them, like much of the world's oil supply. The fact that anyone who wants to buy oil has a strong need for dollars makes dollars valuable, because they will sell labor and goods to get dollars, not because they need dollars, but because they need oil.

There's almost nothing that can only be purchased with crypto. You can procure illegal goods and services in the mistaken belief that this transaction will be durably anonymous, and you can pay off ransomware creeps who have hijacked your personal files or all of your business's data:

https://locusmag.com/2022/09/cory-doctorow-moneylike/

Web3 was sold as a way to make the web more "decentralized," but it's best understood as an effort to make it impossible to use the web without paying crypto every time you click your mouse. If people need crypto to use the internet, then crypto whales will finally have a source of durable liquidity for the tokens they've hoarded:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/09/16/nondiscretionary-liabilities/#quatloos

The Web3 bubble was almost entirely down to the vast hype machine mobilized by Andreesen-Horowitz, who bet billions of dollars on the idea and almost single-handedly created the illusion of demand for crypto. For example, they arranged a $100m bribe to Kickstarter shareholders in exchange for Kickstarter pretending to integrate "blockchain" into its crowdfunding platform:

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/untold-story-kickstarter-crypto-hail-120000205.html

Kickstarter never ended up using the blockchain technology, because it was useless. Their shareholders just pocketed the $100m while the company weathered the waves of scorn from savvy tech users who understood that this was all a shuck.

Look hard enough at any crypto "success" and you'll discover a comparable scam. Remember NFTs, and the eye-popping sums that seemingly "everyone" was willing to pay for ugly JPEGs? That whole market was shot through with "wash-trading" – where you sell your asset to yourself and pretend that it was bought by a third party. It's a cheap – and illegal – way to convince people that something worthless is actually very valuable:

https://mailchi.mp/brianlivingston.com/034-2#free1

Even the books about crypto are scams. Chris Dixon's "bestseller" about the power of crypto, Read Write Own, got on the bestseller list through the publishing equivalent of wash-trading, where VCs with large investments in crypto bought up thousands of copies and shoved them on indifferent employees or just warehoused them:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/15/your-new-first-name/#that-dagger-tho

The fact that crypto trades were mostly the same bunch of grifters buying shitcoins from each other, while spending big on Superbowl ads, bribes to Kickstarter shareholders, and bulk-buys of mediocre business-books was bound to come out someday. In the meantime, though, the system worked: it convinced normies to gamble their life's savings on crypto, which they promptly lost (if you can't spot the sucker at the table, you're the sucker).

There's a name for this: it's called a "bezzle." John Kenneth Galbraith defined a "bezzle" as "the magic interval when a confidence trickster knows he has the money he has appropriated but the victim does not yet understand that he has lost it." All bezzles collapse eventually, but until they do, everyone feels better off. You think you're rich because you just bought a bunch of shitcoins after Matt Damon told you that "fortune favors the brave." Damon feels rich because he got a ton of cash to rope you into the con. Crypto.com feels rich because you took a bunch of your perfectly cromulent "fiat money" that can be used to buy anything and traded it in for shitcoins that can be used to buy nothing:

https://theintercept.com/2022/10/26/matt-damon-crypto-commercial/

Andreesen-Horowitz were masters of the bezzle. For them, the Web3 bet on an internet that you'd have to buy their shitcoins to use was always Plan B. Plan A was much more straightforward: they would back crypto companies and take part of their equity in huge quantities of shitcoins that they could sell to "unqualified investors" (normies) in an "initial coin offering." Normally, this would be illegal: a company can't offer stock to the general public until it's been through an SEC vetting process and "gone public" through an IPO. But (Andreesen-Horowitz argued) their companies' "initial coin offerings" existed in an unregulated grey zone where they could be traded for the life's savings of mom-and-pop investors who thought crypto was real because they heard that Kickstarter had adopted it, and there was a bestselling book about it, and Larry David and Matt Damon and Spike Lee told them it was the next big thing.

Crypto isn't so much a financial innovation as it is a financial obfuscation. "Fintech" is just a cynical synonym for "unregulated bank." Cryptocurrency enjoys a "byzantine premium" – that is, it's so larded with baffling technical nonsense that no one understands how it works, and they assume that anything they don't understand is probably incredibly sophisticated and great ("a pile of shit this big must have pony under it somewhere"):

https://pluralistic.net/2022/03/13/the-byzantine-premium/

There are two threats to the crypto bezzle: the first is that normies will wise up to the scam, and the second is that the government will put a stop to it. These are correlated risks: if the government treats crypto as a security (or worse, a scam), that will put severe limits on how shitcoins can be marketed to normies, which will staunch the influx of real money, so the sole liquidity will come from ransomware payments and transactions with tragically overconfident hitmen and drug dealers who think the blockchain is anonymous.

To keep the bezzle going, crypto scammers have spent the past two election cycles flooding both parties with cash. In the 2022 midterms, crypto money bankrolled primary challenges to Democrats by absolute cranks, like the "effective altruist" Carrick Flynn ("effective altruism" is a crypto-affiliated cult closely associated with the infamous scam-artist Sam Bankman-Fried). Sam Bankman-Fried's super PAC, "Protect Our Future," spent $10m on attack-ads against Flynn's primary opponent, the incumbent Andrea Salinas. Salinas trounced Flynn – who was an objectively very bad candidate who stood no chance of winning the general election – but only at the expense of most of the funds she raised from her grassroots, small-dollar donors.

Fighting off SBF's joke candidate meant that Salinas went into the general election with nearly empty coffers, and she barely squeaked out a win against a GOP nightmare candidate Mike Erickson – a millionaire Oxy trafficker, drunk driver, and philanderer who tricked his then-girlfriend by driving her to a fake abortion clinic and telling her that it was a real one:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/14/competitors-critics-customers/#billionaire-dilletantes

SBF is in prison, but there's no shortage of crypto millions for this election cycle. According to Molly White's "Follow the Crypto" tracker, crypto-affiliated PACs have raised $185m to influence the 2024 election – more than the entire energy sector:

https://www.followthecrypto.org/

As with everything "crypto," the cryptocurrency election corruption slushfund is a bezzle. The "Stand With Crypto PAC" claims to have the backing of 1.3 million "crypto advocates," and Reuters claims they have 440,000 backers. But 99% of the money claimed by Stand With Crypto was actually donated to "Fairshake" – a different PAC – and 90% of Fairshake's money comes from a handful of corporate donors:

https://www.citationneeded.news/issue-62/

Stand With Crypto – minus the Fairshake money it falsely claimed – has raised $13,690 since April. That money came from just seven donors, four of whom are employed by Coinbase, for whom Stand With Crypto is a stalking horse. Stand With Crypto has an affiliated group (also called "Stand With Crypto" because that is an extremely normal and forthright way to run a nonprofit!), which has raised millions – $1.49m. Of that $1.49m, 90% came from just four donors: three cryptocurrency companies, and the CEO of Coinbase.

There are plenty of crypto dollars for politicians to fight over, but there are virtually no crypto voters. 69-75% of Americans "view crypto negatively or distrust it":

https://www.pewresearch.org/short-reads/2023/04/10/majority-of-americans-arent-confident-in-the-safety-and-reliability-of-cryptocurrency/

When Trump keynotes the Bitcoin 2024 conference and promises to use public funds to buy $1b worth of cryptocoins, he isn't wooing voters, he's wooing dollars:

https://www.wired.com/story/donald-trump-strategic-bitcoin-stockpile-bitcoin-2024/

Wooing dollars, not crypto. Politicians aren't raising funds in crypto, because you can't buy ads or pay campaign staff with shitcoins. Remember: unless Andreesen-Horowitz manages to install Web3 crypto tollbooths all over the internet, the industries that accept crypto are ransomware, and technologically overconfident hit-men and drug-dealers. To win elections, you need dollars, which crypto hustlers get by convincing normies to give them real money in exchange for shitcoins, and they are only funding politicians who will make it easier to do that.

As a political matter, "crypto" is a shorthand for "allowing scammers to steal from working people," which makes it a very Republican issue. As Hamilton Nolan writes, "If the Republicans want to position themselves as the Party of Crypto, let them. It is similar to how they position themselves as The Party of Racism and the Party of Religious Zealots and the Party of Telling Lies about Election Fraud. These things actually reflect poorly on them, the Republicans":

https://www.hamiltonnolan.com/p/crypto-as-a-political-characteristic

But the Democrats – who are riding high on the news that Kamala Harris will be their candidate this fall – have decided that they want some of that crypto money, too. Even as crypto-skeptical Dems like Jamaal Bowman, Cori Bush, Sherrod Brown and Jon Tester see millions from crypto PACs flooding in to support their primary challengers and GOP opponents, a group of Dem politicians are promising to give the crypto industry whatever it wants, if they will only bribe Democratic candidates as well:

https://subscriber.politicopro.com/f/?id=00000190-f475-d94b-a79f-fc77c9400000

Kamala Harris – a genuinely popular candidate who has raised record-shattering sums from small-dollar donors representing millions of Americans – herself has called for a "reset" of the relationship between the crypto sector and the Dems:

https://archive.is/iYd1C

As Luke Goldstein writes in The American Prospect, sucking up to crypto scammers so they stop giving your opponents millions of dollars to run attack ads against you is a strategy with no end – you have to keep sucking up to the scam, otherwise the attack ads come out:

https://prospect.org/politics/2024-07-31-crypto-cash-affecting-democratic-races/

There's a whole menagerie of crypto billionaires behind this year's attempt to buy the American government – Andreesen and Horowitz, of course, but also the Winklevoss twins, and this guy, who says we're in the midst of a "civil war" and "anyone that votes against Trump can die in a fucking fire":

https://twitter.com/molly0xFFF/status/1813952816840597712/photo/1

But the real whale that's backstopping the crypto campaign spending is Coinbase, through its Fairshake crypto PAC. Coinbase has donated $45,500,000 to Fairshake, which is a lot:

https://www.coinbase.com/blog/how-to-get-regulatory-clarity-for-crypto

But $45.5m isn't merely a large campaign contribution: it appears that $25m of that is the largest the largest illegal campaign contribution by a federal contractor in history, "by far," a fact that was sleuthed out by Molly White:

https://www.citationneeded.news/coinbase-campaign-finance-violation/

At issue is the fact that Coinbase is bidding to be a US federal contractor: specifically, they want to manage the crypto wallets that US federal cops keep seizing from crime kingpins. Once Coinbase threw its hat into the federal contracting ring, it disqualified itself from donating to politicians or funding PACs:

Campaign finance law prohibits federal government contractors from making contributions, or promising to make contributions, to political entities including super PACs like Fairshake.

https://www.fec.gov/help-candidates-and-committees/federal-government-contractors/

Previous to this, the largest ever illegal campaign contribution by a federal contractor appears to be Marathon Petroleum Company's 2022 bribe to GOP House and Senate super PACs, a mere $1m, only 4% of Coinbase's bribe.

I'm with Nolan on this one. Let the GOP chase millions from billionaires everyone hates who expect them to promote a scam that everyone mistrusts. The Dems have finally found a candidate that people are excited about, and they're awash in money thanks to small amounts contributed by everyday Americans. As AOC put it:

They've got money, but we've got people. Dollar bills don't vote. People vote.

https://www.popsugar.com/news/alexandria-ocasio-cortez-dnc-headquarters-climate-speech-47986992

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Jeff Ifrah : The World Regulatory Briefing (WrB), a two-day event in Philadelphia, offered a great platform to take a closer look at issues surrounding the gambling industry.

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Prompt 39: Death wants you to be terrified. But the scariest thing is wanting death.

13th Doctor x female curvy reader

Warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughts, alcohol and drug abuse, domestic abuse, fat phobia

I'm sorry for this. Its really depressing and I've been hesitant on letting you guys see it but I kinda like how it's written. I've made the abuser gender neutral as females can also be abusive. I promise the next one will be much happier!

"Come on (y/n), you can make it! Just jump across and reach for my hand. I promise you won't fall." The Doctors voice echoes across the widening canyon. If you looked down, you would only see pitch black. You didn't know how long you'd fall. Maybe this would be the perfect time to just go for it. Its not like you'd matter, you're only slowing the team down as is.

They wouldn't even be in this mess if you didn't slip and hit the world shattering drill, turning it on full blast. Unfortunately, you smashed the button making it unable to turn it off. Of course the only way you'd be able to turn it off is to actually go towards it. Everyone in the room screamed at you and some raised their tentacles to attack you if the Doctor didn't step in front of you. You know the Doctor noticed you flinching and your eyes gloss over and noticed you bracing for the impact.

You learned over the years to just accept your fate. You can't run from anyone when you weighed this much. You couldn't hide either, which often left you to just accept what was coming and hope nothing broke. Bruises were always easy to cover and so were any cuts but broken bones, that was always on display and you'd have to break your number one rule: never lie. You hated lying. The truth always comes out anyway so why hide it? If you hide it, you get punished worse anyway so why bother?

If you jumped and actually went with the team, you'd get questioned about earlier and about hesitating at jumping. But if you fell, would the Doctor miss you? As much as you hated to admit it, you were absolutely in love with the adorable alien. Why did you hate to admit it? Because she was a goddess and you were a waste of skin and bones. You weren't skinny and you didn't fit in with the team at all. You were only here out of pity.

You remember when you first met the team. You were the only person alive when they searched underneath the hotel. Even the spiders didn't want you. You were at the hotel because you heard about killer spiders and you wanted an out. You could never do it or something would come up stopping you from ending all your misery. You were the complete opposite of the Doctor. She was so brave and said whatever she wanted and didn't really care for the consequences.

You focused on the Doctors sparkling eyes. Despite the situation, she still sparkled with hope and encouragement. She wasn't upset with you. You really wished she was. This would be such an easier decision to make. Your head was pounding and your heart was going faster than her two hearts. Did you even want her upset? You couldn't tell, your head was spinning wildly, one thought going to another without a chance to process the last one.

You had come to a clear decision. You ran back and let momentum do its thing as your feet left the muddy gravel. You felt so free as you glided in the air for a few seconds. It was the most beautiful feeling. No punishment, no tears before going to sleep and no terror of going back home. Just you and gravity.

Then with a clearer mind you regretted your choice. You were horrified. You weren't ready. It wasn't time yet. Graham can't lose you. He'd only recently lost his wife. He'd feel the same as you and that thought terrified you. He'd survived cancer and gained himself a new family. He can't be like you. Ryan needed him, wether he was willing to admit that or not.

Suddenly you panicked and last minute reached your hand out hoping you'd grab something. Anything. You felt a soft warm object and latched on for dear life. You were then lifted up and onto soil. You focused on your breathing a moment and waited for your heart to calm down. You looked up and saw what, or rather who, saved you. You shouldn't have been so surprised to see the Doctors worried face above yours. She gave you a questioning look, knowing the question, you nodded your head and she straightened herself and helped you up.

"That was great (n/n)! So brave of you! Let's go gang, we've gotta turn this drill off before it splits the planet in half!" She shouted as she ran forward, seemingly knowing the way. She didn't let go of your hand until you reached the drill about 10 minutes later. You couldn't help the blushthat formed on your cheeks. The Doctor quickly opened a panel on the side of the drill.

The drill was massive, bigger than the Eiffel Tower and that what was on surface level, it went down much deeper that it had reached halfway to the liquid nitrogen that ran in this cold planet where our magma centre would be. The drill itself was purple and spherical. The panel box was the size of a human head which was about the size of the civilisations sucker pads. Inside were 3 buttons and 1 lever. You needed to type the pattern that would gain the access to the drill and force stop. If it goes wrong, it speeds up rendering this planet uninhabitable.

You watched as the Doctor quickly typed the pattern in. Red,blue,red,red,red,blue,black,black,blue. That was the pattern she quickly pressed in and held the lever down for 10 seconds. Soon the drill came to a halt and the planet was peaceful once again. You all let out a sigh of relief as it stopped.

You made your way back to the chief of the race and explained that they should dismantle and never use that drill again unless they plan to empty the panet of everything it has within. He quickly agreed and the fam made their way back to the TARDIS.

As soon as tye TARDIS was parked on the edge of your solar system, you got into your comfy clothes ready to nap or maybe play a few games to slow your adrenaline until you were tired enough for a full nights rest. You played a few rounds of uno and some poker where you used some bits of metal instead of chips. Eventually everyone had left except you and the Doctor.

You made your way to the doors of the ship and settled down just watching the stars in front of you. If the sentient machine hadn't already been aware of your darkest thought, you would have jumped out there and been amongst them. Just floating eventually turning to nothing but bones drifting, maybe to never be found. All the sights you've seen and yet this is where you were the most impressed. This was your home, your galaxy and because of all the light pollution, you had never been fully aware of how many neighbours you had because you had been literally blind. This was only stuff captured and faked and now, it's forever in your mind.

You heard movement and a shuffle next you. You knew who it was because she was the only other person awake and you knew she was going to ask and not let it drop until you tell her truth. And you were going to give her it but that doesn't mean you were ready to do so but you had to, someone had to know. Maybe you wanted help or maybe just someone to listen and know everything making you mentally naked in front of them.

The Doctor waited a few moments. She was figuring out how to word it without sounding horrible. "Is everything alright at home?" She asked her voice laced with genuine concern. "Sorry if this sounds a bit abrupt but let me explain. You've been really weird lately. You hardly speak and when you its with as few words as possible, you keep going elsewhere mentally and Rassilion forbid anyone getting angry with you! I also noticed how you hesitated today when jumping and I saw your worry and panic when you jumped. I think I know but I can't help you if you don't at least tell me what is going on! And don't change the subject or anything, just answer me please. I lo-. I can't lose you too." Her voice raised a little as she panicked just speaking about it. Halfway through she grabbed both of your hands and continued her speech.

You looked deep into her eyes for any sign of a lie but there wasn't one. Just like at the canyon, her eyes showed nothing but love. Maybe you should tell her, just her. No Yaz, no Graham and no Ryan. Just you, The Doctor and the TARDIS. You looked away for a moment as you collected your thoughts. However, as you opened your mouth and tried to speak, you found no voice. You couldn't tell her about them. Lord knows what she's capable of. But you've been looking for an out for so damn long. Maybe this is it. She's your out, no death involved.

You walked towards a panel in the console and pushed your hands inside and focused. You focused on the worst time it happened. You concentrated on the fear and everything attached. You couldn't tell her, but you could show her. The TARDIS disappeared into the vortex but didn't seem so sure on landing. She was picking it all up, she felt everything you did and she did not like going. "Please baby girl, I need her to know. I need help but I can't tell her. She's my only out that doesn't involve death and that terrifies me! Please. I understand your hesitation but she needs to see." You spoke mentally to the sentient blue box. She made a sad sound as she gently landed in the moment.

The Doctor looked at you bewildered. Her eyes were wide and her mouth agape. You walked up to her and grabbed her hand reassuringly. You led her to the doors that separated her from your darkest secret. You took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.

You appeared to be in the basement of your house. You walked up the stairs and took her to a storage room where she could see it happen. You sat in silence for a few minutes only the sounds of breathing and your heartbeat could be heard.

You knew this day off by heart, it plagued your nightmares often. It all started to sweet and went sour so quickly. At this time you were currently on your way back from doing your weekly shop to Tescos making sure you didn't forget their vodka and gin on your way to pay. Thankfully, the shop was only 10 minuets away and you doubted that the TARDIS would make you wait longer than nessacary. Just as the Doctor opened her mouth to speak the door opened and in walked an 18 year old you.

You set the bags down and started sorting the items into their new places. The canned foods go in the cupboard and the meat goes into the fridge. There were loads of food and stuff to go through and place properly. After you placed the last can of baked beans into the cupboard, the door swung open, nearly breaking the door.

They came home from their dealers place early. They stunk of weed and alcohol and had a little white powder around their nose. They looked like they had a good time until they had to come home. It was their dealers birthday so he was having a brothel themed party meaning there were strippers, pole dancers and prostitutes as well. The dealer was a rich guy who practically ran this city. The cops couldn't do anything as he could always bail himself out of jail.

They looked you in your comfy clothes and scoffed. They looked angry. "Why aren't you in your normal clothes babes? I thought I told you to throw away all of that shit. Come on now. Don't tell me I wasted all my well earned money on those clothes I specifically chose for you?"

You shuddered, both in the past and now except now they only made bile rise into your throat. You were so young and vulnerable. Now you know better.

The past you quickly scampered off to get changed. After only 5 minutes you reappeared in what was sexy school girl. The blue miniskirt covered less than most underwear so you were forced to wear a thong. The shirt was a bralet that barely covered your nipples. Your hair was in pigtails and you wore thigh highs. The sight made you silently sick in your mouth. You looked pathetic and weak.

You looked at them expectingly. You were waiting for your next order from them. They seemed to drool at the sight of you. "That's better babes. Why didn't you go shopping like that? Show the world your fat ugly figure? I want you to walk out there and see that no one else wants you but here I am, loving you. I am the only one who will ever like you in the way we have now. Your lucky I've had some fun tonight. All I want is my vodka and a new blunt darling"

You quickly went and grabbed their stuff and walked towards them as they settled in front of the TV. They turned the TV on and put Love Island on. How you hated that show. It made you feel bad for being the size you are. The women on there were beautiful but you also knew that, that kind of beauty costs money. So while your partner had fun watching the show for the romance, you watched it to spot what part of them was bought and what was real. Almost all the women had fake teeth and breasts. You hated how your partner would make snide comments on how they looked compared to you.

"You should be looking like Becky ya know. Beautiful teeth, big perky tits and a fucking great ass. What do you have? Flabs!" And there was the first comment of the day. The first of 30, you counted.

"Yeah well you are fucking broke so I can't look like fucking fake ass Becky or the others!" You thought. Then the Doctor gave you a look of shock and pity and then you realised you said that aloud. Not loud enough for them to hear you but enough for the Doctor.

"Make yourself fucking useful and make me some dinner. I fancy a steak and chips." They ordered as you got up and waddled over to the kitchen. A few minutes in you realised you put too much oil in the pan for the steak but the steak was already in and cooking quick. So quick that it started to smoke just a little bit. You tried blowing it away from them before they realised that you fucked up their dinner but ut was too late. They were already on their feet a marching towards you.

"I'm so sorry. I accidentally poured too much oil in. I'm so sorry. I have a spare steak, you can have my meal for tonight, I could do with skipping a meal anyways, helps me lose weight!" Past you was panicked and present you wasn't much better. Even though you were safe from them, they still made you uneasy. If you were to ever see them again, you'd freeze. They made your blood run cold. Even their voice sent unpleasant shivers down your spine.

"You better make me another steak but I still have to punish you. You fucked up, a lesson needs to be learnt." They said scarily politely. They grabbed your left arm and marched you towards the sink. They also grabbed the burning pan and pinned you so you had no escape as they poured the boiling oil onto your skin. You knew not to scream do you bit into your other arm knowing a bite out of it is better than causing more punishments for screaming.

When they were done left to watch the TV and you knew what that meant. You had to cook the spare steak and make there meal before you can get proper treatment at the hospital. Through your tears of agony, you quickly ran your burnt and bleeding arm under the cold water of the sink. You bit deeper into your other arm and tasting blood, but thay didn't stop you until the left one had cooled down. Then you got an old shirt, ripped 2 pieces of fabric off and wrapped them around both arm Injuries. You then continued their meal.

Once they had the meal they kicked you and punched you in the stomach because the chips were slightly cold and then they drove you to the hospital as they promised. When you had left you didn't realise you had been crying until a drop fell on your arm. You walked out of the storage room and sat on the sofa, turning the TV off.

The Doctor looked shocked for a moment before walking over and kneeling in front of you. The Doctor went silent for a moment. Before she could speak, you decided to speak first.

"I couldn't tell you because I couldn't think if a nice way of telling you. I didn't want to appear weak to you." You cried as your voice cracked in the middle due to the tears and the strain. The Doctor looked at you in pity and disappointment.

"This does not make you weak. Being abused does not make you weak. Because being abused is like being tortured by someone who supposed to love you and cherish you. They are meant to protect you from danger not be the danger. I would never hurt you. I know that I put you in risky situations but believe me, I would never intentionally put you in danger. You mean too much to me" The Doctor softly spoke with tears making a little river down her soft cheeks and onto your black carpet below.

"Before I met them, I was like you or Yaz. I was so happy at everything. Very little could bring me down. But I met them and started dating them and suddenly, my world of sunshine faded to grey. There was no light. I wanted to die Doctor. When you found me at that spider hotel, I wanted to be free from them as I couldn't do it. I can't because they'd kill me. I don't want to be alive whilst I'm with them. I have so many scars from either them or me trying to end my own life and that the scariest thing. Death wants us to be terrified but wanting to die is so much more terrifying Doctor, I know that." You cried as you emptied all you could to her. The Doctor was silent for a moment, taking in everything you said. Waves of emotion flashed through her, anger, sadness, pity and something you couldn't quite place.

"You said wanted. That's past tense. You said wanted to die. What changed? What made you want to live?"

"You did. You saved me from the spiders. You gave me a temporary out of the relationship for a while. You made me smile for the first time in 3 years! You made me laugh. The world of grey is now full of sunshine and rainbows Doctor. You also saved me today. When I jumped across that canyon, I jumped to end my life. I made a mistake that nearly ended a planet! If I wasn't so fat and clumsy maybe i-"

"Don't you dare say that! You are not fat (n/n). Yes you have more plush to your body but you are not fat. I hate that word. Its such a nasty word. You are gorgeous, amazing and so brilliant. You can't see what I see and I really wished you could for just one moment. You are worthy of being loved and cared for. You are precious, rare, one of a kind. I've never met anyone like you. There's always some skinny, fake bodied and caked up women but there's no one with as much natural beauty as you! Let's get back to the TARDIS and we'll talk more when looking at the stars because I can see that being here isn't doing you any favours" The Doctor spoke with such passion that you started to believe that her words held more than those of a supporting friend would.

Once the TARDIS was parked in the Milky Way you settled by the door once again and found yourself accompanied by the sweet alien. You both sat there for a moment just content with wrapping your heads around what's just happened. You looked over to the blonde and noticed how the stars made her glow in such an ethereal way that you felt almost compelled to worship her. Maybe you should after everything she's done for you. Her eyes sparkled with si many emotions from the past senario.

"Are you still with them?"

"Why do you think I never left this place? I mean even if could, I wouldn't want to but it's mainly because if I go back home, I'll come back with more injuries. I feel safer with you. You are my sunshine and rainbows and they are my storm clouds. Whilst I'm here, I'm alive and mostly unbroken. Whilst I'm there, I'm as alive as a puppet and severely broken. I can't leave, not on my own anyway."

The Doctor looked at you in thought. "The starlight compliments you. You look so pretty and almost angelic. I just wish they never hurt my angel. My innocent angel had broken wings and I'm going to fix what the Devil broke, I promise. Just hold on, I'm going to take us somewhere."

You held the nearest crystal as the TARDIS transported you somewhere but it seemed like the sentient machine was determined to take you there as quick as she could. As you opened the doors you noticed a familiar smell of weed mixed with alcohol. You heard the familiar tune of Love Island and knew exactly where you were. You were home. The Doctor saw your hesitation and whispered softly, "I want you to pack everything you want. I've written a note for them to find. I'm going to put it on the bed. If they notice you scream for me and I'll be there. They will not hurt you much, hopefully not at all. I just need to do something in the TARDIS before I help you." She turned and left into the TARDIS and disappeared down a corridor.

The atmosphere sent chills down your spine and you were frozen. The TARDIS seemed to notice and words of encouragement were sent into your head which helped you move towards your bedroom. You quickly buy quietly opend your suitcase and started to fill it with clothing and hygiene products. As you entered the bathroom a bottle of their shampoo fell into the tub giving you away. You knew you only had so long before they came in and hurt you so you closed the door and barricaded it with whatever you could.

As you pushed the last cabinet to the pile they roared through the wooden door. "Let me in you fat dumb bitch. You've been gone for 3 weeks and you've got some balls coming back! You're lucky I haven't burned all your shit! Where have you been?"

Your heart ran at an extremely fast pace nd you knew only one person could help you now. And so you screamed her name so loud it hurt your throat bit that didn't stop you. You screamed until you heard talking. You couldn't understand what was said but suddenly a thud was heard and then silence.

"Hey Starlight! It's only me. I've taken care of them. They're not dead but in a venishion aikido. They can't move, they're paralysed. You can come out and finish packing"

You moved everything out of the door and opened it to a view you expected. The Doctor with 2 fingers to their pulse point on their neck. The Doctor smiled at when they saw you. You finished packing and zipped the bag up. Then Yaz walked in with her police uniform on and arrested them for domestic violence and many other things. Now you understood why The Doctor left, it was to get Yaz as a back up option to completely take them out of your life.

The Doctor helped open doors for you as you got your room and you set the suitcase to one side to empty another day. You both sat down on your bed. The sound was filled with nothing but 2 lifeforms breathing and the TARDIS faint buzzing. You two stayed like this, staring into each other, trying to read the others emotions. But we all know what The Doctor is like, she can't stay silent for long.

"I had to save you because as long as you were with them, you weren't ever going to be truly happy. I didn't want my big bright star to turn into a black hole, I wanted her to be a supernova. My Starlight deserves to be happy."

"You keep saying my Doctor. And you asked if I was still with them and then when I basically said yes, you quickly, as in a rush, sent us home so I could leave them. You keep saying all these things about me. You held my hand from the canyon to the drill. You are always the first to check on me and you always make sure I'm OK first even if I'm the farthest person from you! Doctor, be honest, I don't want any more bullshit. Doctor why?" You spoke softly but with determination. The Doctor blushed and shifted her gaze to the stars and quietly gulped. She knew this day would come. The day her secret was revealed. And she dreaded her answer and she dreaded your reaction. And whilst she figured out what to say, you already knew the answer.

You gently grabbed her chin and made her look at you. Once her gaze caught yours, you smiled and placed your lips to her soft ones. Quickly she caught up and kissed you back with all the love and passion she could muster. She wanted to relay that she did love you and that she would do exactly as she said earlier, she would cherish you.

As for you, you smiled. You finally had an out that didn't end in death but instead ended with the same love that you yearned for, for years.

[deathandrenegades]

More Than You Bargained For (Succubus!Bucky x Reader) NSFW - One Shot

Summary: You walk into a dangerous place to complete a job, biting off more than you can chew as you meet the most gorgeous demon of your life. Will you survive the encounter?

Word Count: 4222

A/N: Smut, nearly without plot.  Tags are open, requests are open! This is my inspiration from @after-avenging-hours​ Incubus series. I’m also holding a writing challenge if anyone wants to join! I would love feedback on this, I’m trying to get into writing different AU’s and such.

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You stepped into the casino, the immediate presence of danger creeping up your neck, making the hairs stand on end in their wake. You were pleased slightly, taking in the surroundings and noticing the all black attire, glad you trusted your gut with a black dress and pumps to match. Your heels clicked on the aluminum floor and you took a seat at the bar, in perfect view of the table you needed to watch. Even from 20 feet away you felt his charm that invited you, pulling you towards him like some insane gravitational force. You had to remind yourself continuously of the mission you were on, trying not to let your thoughts be persuaded by his growing allure on you. 

You set your black clutch on the counter, readying your ID and credit cards.

“What’ll it be?” The bartender flashed a warm smile as he leaned his elbows on the bar, his dark complexion stark against his white teeth. His face appeared soft like silk, his voice even more velvety smooth. It captivated you and made it impossible to look away from his captivating features.

“Um, whiskey neat. Please.” You added curtly, your voice far too unsteady in a place like this. You looked around, easily picking out the other humans from the rest. They were clumsier, uglier, louder. Not nearly as pleasing as even the simple bartender in front of you. You sighed, turning your gaze back to the man in front of you and he set the glass down, you threw back the liquid amber with ease. Your eyes flicked back to the poker table again, keeping your eyes on the task at hand. 

“I know you don’t know this, but he can feel his gaze on you, even from over here.” The bartender's voice was low as he leaned forward across the bar, his sweet, cherry breath wafting over your cheeks. You nodded briskly, holding your breath in an attempt to not be phased by his charm and looked to the man at the poker table again, but he was gone. The bartender drew back with a smirk and turned to wash his glasses. Briefly your gaze settled on your reflection in the mirror on the back paneling of the bar, and you saw his figure standing behind you. You whipped around to face him, your stomach lurching as you did so. You should feel fear, panic, anything, but the smile on his face sent a wave of calm that washed over you like the most relaxing bubble bath. 

He came closer to you, aware of the effect he had on you and took a seat beside you. He wasn’t touching you, but he might as well have been with his body heat radiating off of him beside you. His scent rolled off him in waves and filled your nostrils, you inhaled deeply without thinking, instantly regretting it as you looked at him, completely enraptured by him. You could feel your mouth watering as his scent rippled through you, sending heat to your core. You crossed your legs in response, a move that didn’t go unnoticed by him. His gaze was intense, his icy blue eyes settling over you like you were the most interesting thing he’d seen all day. You couldn’t help but to feel almost naked under his gaze, like he was looking through you. Your eyes traveled down his features, admiring the gorgeous demon in front of you. Beauty didn’t cover it, it felt like he was made for you, like if you latched yourself onto him, it’d be a perfect fit.

“Is there a reason why you’ve been watching me?” His question should’ve made you nervous, uneasy even but it didn’t. He kept his tone light, there was almost a kindness in his eyes. The red and black theme of the casino made him seem like he was almost a part of it in his black suit, another seemingly obvious characteristic that nearly all demons appeared to share so it seemed.

“Well-“ you stammered. He chuckled at your state and your eyes shot down to your dress, away from his prying eyes. 

“Wanted to see what it would be like with a succubus?” His voice was sultry and you looked up into his eyes as he spoke, a glint of mischief in them. His question made you relax slightly, glad to know he wasn’t completely onto you. Yet anyway. 

“Maybe.” Your voice was thick. Was this the right move? You sure as hell knew it wasn’t safe, but a bigger part of you didn’t care, and you didn’t know if that was your or his doing. 

“Come on then.” His voice dropped an octave lower and you squeezed your thighs in response, his voice alone having an effect on you like nothing you’d ever felt before. 

He offered you his hand and you took it, warmth spreading through you immediately as his skin was a few degrees hotter than humans, and grabbed your clutch, hopping off the stool. Slowly he led you out of the casino, and you looked around at the demonic faces as you passed by. You should’ve felt ashamed or intimated under their ravenous, primal gaze, appearing as if they would devour your very soul if given the chance. But you didn't, you nearly felt proud, fully knowing they knew what you were about to do. Or so they thought. 

You expected to leave the casino, maybe get into a fancy, luxurious car and head somewhere else but you didn’t. You turned a corner into the connecting hotel, down a hall, your hand still in his as you followed his graceful steps and stopped in front of one of the many black doors that said “private” on it. You gulped, unaware you’d be meeting your demise so soon. You hardly had any time to prepare. Fuck, what were you about to do again?

“Are you ready?” He asked, keeping his voice light but his eyes held a playfulness to him. You had no idea how to answer him. You felt a panic bubble into your throat that seemed to immediately be overpowered by his influence on you yet again, reassuring you not to panic or worry. Still, words escaped you. Were you ready? You nodded, regardless of how you felt.

The door pushed open to a large room, similarly looking to the casino you were in. Black leather couches and chairs, black marble flooring and countertops, red trim on the walls and doorways. At first glance maybe you would’ve fit right in since you were wearing the proper attire, but you knew you didn’t. You weren’t as graceful and not nearly as beautiful as they were. You stepped in without thinking, the smell of the room charming you, and he followed you, the sound of the door closing behind you was the only thing to tug you out of your trance. He grabbed your clutch out of your grasp, setting it down on the table beside you and you barely registered his movements. Slowly you turned to face him, who’s eyes never left you, watching you curiously as he leaned his shoulder against the wall. 

“My name is James.” His voice warm, like you had met before and maybe you forgot, and you stumbled to come up with a response. Surely, he had already introduced himself, right? You tried to think back under his gaze, only to realize he was waiting a touch too long for you to introduce yourself.

“(Y/n).” Your voice was an octave higher than normal and you cleared your throat in an attempt to collect yourself. 

“(Y/n)..” He said slow, pronouncing every letter with purpose like he had never heard such a name before. Your name leaving his lips caught you off guard, and what startled you more was the ache it left in your belly. He stepped forward, slowly, like he was stalking his prey. Well, that’s what you were, after all, weren't you?

You should run, but you couldn’t, your feet were weighed down, and what’s more is that you didn’t want to run or be anywhere else, other than under his devouring gaze. 

He stood in front of you, his nose mere inches from yours and you inhaled sharply as his scent filled your nose and mouth again, you knew his scent would be appealing to you but you just didn’t imagine it would be like this. You felt your mouth water again and instinctively you leaned forward, only to stop when you saw a smirk on his lips. You blinked, looking up at him. If there was one thing you hated it was how much he knew of the effect he had on you.

“Tell me,” his voice huskier than before and it sent a shiver down your spine, “why did you come here?”

“I had to see you.” You found yourself saying aloud. Your own voice startled you in contrast to his rich, smooth voice. It didn’t belong in the same conversation.

“To use this on me?” He pulled out a syringe out of his pocket, and you gaped at him. How did he get that?

“N-no, I-” You stammered but it was useless. You expected him to be enraged, attack you then and there and render you dead, but he was smiling, his blue eyes staring through you again. Now you felt shame wash over you fully, like you were disappointed in yourself for thinking of ever hurting him.

“Why would you want to use this on me, my dear?” He scolded you like he would scold a child. You didn’t have an answer for him. “To kill me?” That was the intent at first, when you told yourself you were strong enough to go into a horde, alone, and take out the alpha. Boy were you way off. Now? That seemed so distant, like another life, a dream even. How could you possibly want to kill someone so angelic as him?

“Maybe, then, bu-” your voice was feeble as you attempted to dismiss your earlier objective. 

“But not now.” He finished for you. The smile twisted into something hellish, his eyes casting over into a dark, murky grey and you instinctively took a step back at the sudden change in his once serene features. He took a step forward, stalking you again and this time it wasn’t seductive, it was downright dangerous. You knew your life was in his hands and it thrilled you when you knew you should be screaming, but found your back legs bumping into a chair behind you as you continued to walk backwards away from him, somehow managing to not stumble in your heels. You looked around wildly, truly there was nowhere for you to go. He was blocking your path to the door and to a hallway that led off probably to a bedroom. 

“You’re going to kill me aren’t you?” Your voice was weak and you hated it. He didn’t flinch at your words, in fact his smile grew wider at your question.

“Maybe, but I do need to eat first.” He came forward again at lightning speed, cupping your face in his hands delicately and crashing his lips down onto yours. His lips left a sear on your mouth, and you gasped at the feeling in both shock and excitement, thoughts escaping you at the feeling of him on you. The scorch of his lips left a burn low in your belly and you felt your clit throb as his lips started to travel down your neck, nibbling at a sensitive spot on your collar bone and you moaned involuntarily. His hands roamed over your body and you clung onto his broad shoulders for support as he backed you up against a wall, and continued kissing down your body. You had nowhere to go, as if you wanted to escape. You heard the deafening sound of material shredding and opened your eyes to look down, not even realising you closed them to see the hem of your dress being cut from the bottom up with his nails, inch by inch, just high enough to reveal the elastic of your black thong. You sucked in a breath, his pupils were blown out being so close to your heat. He looked gorgeous kneeling down in front of you, you gently raked your fingers through his hair without thinking, moving it out of his angelic face. 

“Come back up here.” You said softly, needing his mouth on yours again, and he flashed a playful grin at you, nearly knocking you off your feet as he crashed his lips onto yours again, catching you by surprise and a small gasp left your mouth. He seized the opportunity and slid his tongue in between your lips, exploring your mouth and leaving you salivating as you tasted him. He was sweet, like the best flavor you’ve ever encountered, and you knew why you were warned about his kind. It was easy to become addicted to his effect on your body, and the overwhelming pleasure you could get from just being in contact with him. Your hands knotted into his hair as you deepened the kiss, your tongue and lips moving in tandem with his and you felt like you were engorging yourself on his plush lips. You couldn’t get enough of him. He broke away from you and you gulped down air, not even realizing how dizzy you had become. You tried to gather yourself but you were slowly becoming undone in his hands, and he knew it. 

“My god, I can smell you.” He whispered, his breath tickling your neck and his hands traveled down further, hiking your dress up to your waist. The cold air hit your heat and you hissed at the sudden contrast, he knelt down again and pressed his mouth to your panties over your sensitive nub, inhaling your scent deeply and looking up at you. You could’ve came then in all honesty, looking down at him between your legs to admire his eyes consumed with lust. He pressed his mouth and his chin into you forcefully and you cried out, your hands falling into his hair and you fought to hold yourself up.

“I didn’t think you would be this wet, darling.” His voice was rough and you felt your clit throb again at his words. You could feel the slick between your folds, leaving you yearning for more. He brought his fingers up to your clothed heat and rubbed tentatively and you sucked in a breath at the much needed friction, closing your eyes for a split second as you felt your walls flutter. You needed something inside you, that was for certain. “Soaked.” He affirmed as he felt how wet your damp lace black panties were. With an audible tear they fell away from you and you whimpered at being exposed in front of him. His eyes marveled over your now exposed in front of him, taking one of your thighs and throwing it over his shoulder to get a better view. He palmed himself through his black dress pants, leaning in and pressing his tongue to your clit. You cried out in ecstasy, back arching off the wall at the attention your needy nub finally got. It was like nothing you’ve ever felt before, but it was surely the best thing, you couldn’t imagine ever feeling like this again. You rocked your hips onto his tongue and he groaned at your movements. 

“Oh my god,” your voice was breathy, you could feel sweat beading at the nape of your neck already but you didn’t care. You were an unraveled mess in his arms, and he was going to exploit every piece of it to your pleasure, devouring you along the way. Your head was swimming already as your orgasm built inside you steadily, his tongue working slow circles over your clit, speeding up and inserting a digit into your wet cunt. Your moan was sharp and shrill as he inserted another, filling you up and crooking his fingers inside you to place pressure just where you needed it. You swallowed air in heaps but it was no use, you were a panting, gasping mess, and he set you on the edge of your orgasm. 

“Would you like to cum like this?” he pulled his lips away from your throbbing cunt briefly. 

“Yes.” You replied breathlessly, without hesitation. He smiled devilishly at your answer, taking in your wrecked state and knowing you were so close. He knew just what to do to give you the most intense release you would ever feel, only to be followed by one from his cock in mere minutes. He returned his tongue back to your swollen bundle of nerves, lapping and sucking forcefully as his fingers still worked inside you. Your moans continued to grow louder as he chased your high with you, using your moans as a driving force behind his movements. He crooked his fingers again, rubbing your G-spot and you felt the coil inside you snap with a shriek as your legs shook. He wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you steady, one of your hands leaving his hair to grab onto his shoulder as your orgasm ripped through you. Your chest heaved as the aftershocks rippled through you, leaving you gasping for hair, and his fingers left your cunt allowing his tongue to trace lazy circles around your cunt, bringing you down from your high slowly. Finally, he rested his cheek against your thigh and couldn’t help but to chuckle at your state and you looked down at him, face flushed. 

“You taste even better than you look.” His gaze was sincere as he stared up at you and you blushed even more, though you thought that would be near impossible by now. He stood up and you felt your legs buckle as his hold left you, to which he swiftly picked you up and carried you, moving towards the hallway. As much as you felt like you should protest out of politeness, you were grateful for the assist, your heels falling away with a clatter on the floor. Your legs already felt like jello from having to hold yourself up while you came, and cumming that hard wasn’t something you were ever going to get used to.

He pushed open the door to a bedroom, a black four poster bed centered in the middle. There was a black dresser and closet along the wall, a door ajar to the bathroom, but other than that the room was nearly empty. 

“You don’t live here, do you?” You frowned as you looked around, your head seeming clear momentarily. He chuckled, his chest rumbling against you. 

“Afraid not, dear.”

“Where do you live?” You asked curiously. Where did succubi stay? Briefly the image of a cave filled with thousands of gorgeous, human-like creatures flashed in your mind and you caught yourself smiling. 

“I think that’s enough questions for now.”

He flung you onto the bed and a gasp left your throat as you landed on the plush mattress. He gazed at you for a minute, lips parted, eyes traveling down your body to your heat again and instinctively you pulled your frayed dress down. “Don’t.” he said softly and you stopped your attempt to cover yourself. He worked his tie off, then undid his buttons agonizingly slow as he stared you down. His shirt came off and your eyes marveled over the ripple of muscles underneath his smooth flesh, he appeared to be carved from stone by gods. Your eyes traveled down further to the bulge in his pants, eager to see it unsheathed. He smirked as he watched you eye him like he was to you, unzipping his pants and you felt your cunt throb at the sound. The look on his face told you he didn’t miss it and you mentally cursed at yourself for being so affected by him. You sucked in an audible breath as he took off his dress pants and his briefs in one fluid motion, far too gracefully to be human. His erection sprang free, precum leaking from the tip and you swallowed at the sight. You could only imagine the eager look on your face. Slowly he pumped himself in his fist and you squeezed your thighs together at the sight of him pleasuring himself, you felt your slick cunt spread onto your inner thighs and he didn’t miss that as the scent of your leaking juices wafted over him. His mouth watered and he stepped forward without thinking, climbing over top of you. You sucked in a breath when he came so close to you again, your hands traveling over his chest and back, tracing the contours of his muscles as his lips came down on you once more and you moaned into his mouth softly. You felt his hands push your dress up, followed by another sound of torn fabric and you broke away from the kiss, your dress falling off around you onto the bed. He hooked a thumb under your bra in the front, your heartbeat thumping underneath his hand and instinctively you grabbed his wrist. 

“Don’t rip that.” To your surprise he laughed. He lifted your bra with his thumb and your body lifted with it, your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his brute strength.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” His other traveled around your back and he pinched the clasp and unhooked your bra. He took it off of you gingerly, tossing it to the side, your breasts and hard nipples exposed to him which he stared at hungrily. His member brushed against your core and you arched your back in response, your perfect tits coming so close to his face and he couldn't resist, taking a hardened peak into his mouth and you mewled at the sensation, your skin burning in his wake. He bit your nipple teasingly, pulling on the flesh and you gasped at the sharp spike of pain, his tongue circling your hardened peak to soothe it. 

Your nails raked across his back and he groaned at the feeling, lining himself up with your entrance, your legs wrapping around his waist and you lifted your hips up to meet him. He slowly pushed inside of you, you both released a sigh at the delicious stretch of him pushing into you. You adjusted to his girth slowly as he rocked inside you, inhaling sharply with every thrust, your breaths turning into sharp moans as his pace continued to build, hitting all the way deep in you. You gasped and he moaned in your ear feeling himself bottom out, sending a chill through you. Your body felt like it was on fire, needing him impossibly closer, like you couldn't get enough of him, and your hands moved up to his hair to yank on it, forcing him to look at you, his gaze hungrily on you as he read what you want immediately and brought his lips down on yours. You moaned into his mouth, swiveling your hips up to meet his and he fucked you faster, the pressure inside you growingly wildly. His tongue invaded your mouth, flicking around desperately and you felt his pace growing sloppy. 

“Fucking christ,” he muttered, breaking away from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours and you shrieked as he snapped his hips against you harder, angling them in the perfect way to hit your gspot.

“Oh my god, right there.” You cried and he grunted in response, his pace building erratically and you couldn’t hold on any longer, your walls clenching around his cock harshly as his name left your lips with a cry, riding out your high. His release was right behind yours, triggering it at the feeling of your walls so tight around him, he couldn’t help himself but to spill into you with a series of curses and grunts. Finally his pace slowed to a stop and you both stayed there for a moment, relishing the waves of your orgasm washing over you, exhaustion soon following. Carefully he pulled out of you, leaving briefly and coming back with a wet washcloth. He pressed it between your legs carefully, knowing you’d be sensitive and cleaning you up as best as he could. 

Your breaths were ragged as you fought to keep your eyes open, feeling like you just ran a marathon. 

“You should rest.” He picked up his clothes off the floor, putting them on and resting one knee on the bed to get a better look at your exhausted state. He knew he just drained the life out of you, practically demolishing your life force. You could’ve been on the brink of death, but all you felt was exhaustion. You nodded briefly before you passed out, not being able to muster the energy for much else. The succubus watched your sleeping figure, lingering for a moment to admire your even breaths as you slept. Finally, he gave a small nod to himself when he was sure you were deeply asleep before he slipped out of the room noiselessly, grabbing the covered syringe out of his pocket, now having a new agenda: finding whoever sent you to do this.

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