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humanjarvis · 3 days ago

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runner's high

synopsis: you and sylus play a game of cat and mouse.

tags: predator/prey, primal play, rough sex, sensory deprivation (blindfold), semi-public sex, established relationship, established kink, tracking (mephisto), begging, biting, licking, struggling, manhandling, marking, coming inside/breeding, light evol use, mocking, slight body worship, crying, destruction of public and possibly private property, a blink of aftercare and then fucking until dawn. some previously consented rules listed in italics throughout

pairing: sylus x fem reader (reader referred to as “girl”)

word count: 4.6k

a/n: i tried to tag everything, as you can see. this was nowhere near high priority on my calendar originally but i genuinely do think i need to practice writing smut

Linkon City is known for its nightlife.

Bustling crowds flooding the streets, sweeping stragglers up in their revelry. Glittering neon signs stacked on top of each other, so garish that passersby never know where to look. Thumping bass and the piercing bleats of car horns, constant and deafening.

The perfect place to run. The perfect place to blend in.

Your feet ache as they thud erratically across the pavement. They take the lead in steering you tonight—your wide, unfocused eyes are much too busy playing lookout.

Around every corner, you think you spot him. A tall frame, a steady gait, a knowing smirk on a chiseled face.

Around every corner, you’re relieved to be mistaken.

You’d started as soon as the sun had set. Blood pumping through your veins, heart racing as you threw wary glances over your shoulder. 20-minute head start.

And oh, had you used it. Darting off in one direction, only to circle back and slink away in another. If you had any chance of making it through the night, you had to be everywhere and nowhere, all at once.

Anxious pangs propel you forward, past streetlights and food stalls and closing shops. A baritone laugh—no, not him—and your gut roils with unease.

For just one second—all you can afford—you falter.

To your left, the menswear store with the crooked mannequin out front. Didn’t you already pass it a while ago?

Traitorous wisps of fatigue, unwelcome and insidious, lick at your stumbling heels.

You’ve been out for too long.

Quickening your pace, you scour the busy strip, looking for somewhere, anywhere, that you can rest for a moment.

The simple dive bar at the end of the street fades into view like a desert oasis. When your eyes settle on its browning bricks, eroding walls, and the bright green sign that flickers like its life is near its end, you allow yourself to feel a glimmer of hope.

When rowdy college students trickle out the doors and the sour scent of cheap beer wafts through the air, that hope only burns brighter.

Never, even on his worst day, would he be caught dead in there.

Relief soars in your chest. It’s perfect.

The beer really was cheap, according to the yellowing menu on the counter in front of you.

The bartender, young and heavily tattooed, nods in greeting. “What can I get you tonight?”

You skim the limited options with disinterest. “Just a water, please.”

“Not many people come here just for water. There’s a vending machine across the street, you know.”

Smiling sweetly, you reach into your pocket. The bartender’s eyes bulge when you deposit a neatly packed wad of cash on the table. Take it with you—no buts. Use all of it if you have to. “Will that cover it?”

“Coming right up,” she squeaks.

As she whips around to grab a clean glass, stumbling over her own feet, you take the moment to survey the lackluster interior. A row of wobbly stools, mismatched posters on the walls, a pool table that looks like it’s seen better days.

It’s hideous in here. And for you, right now, that’s beautiful. Your heart feels lighter already.

Suddenly, a figure slides into the stool to your right. “Hey, you here by yourself?”

He’s a blond, lanky college-aged kid. Not too drunk, by the looks of it, which is better than the alternative.

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” The answer is evasive, but not untrue.

He leans back immediately. “Oh, sorry. I’m here with mine, too. I was just checking in on you—too many girls come here alone.” He shifts his eyes around. “It’s not the safest of places, you know.”

But for you, at this moment, it is. “Well, thank you for checking. You’re very sweet.”

“No problem. While I’m here, can I get you anything?”

Smiling softly, you shake your head. “Oh, no, I’m not drinking tonight.” Just as the words leave you, the bartender slides your glass across the counter, not-so-discreetly palming the cash off the surface.

The boy nods. And behind him, you swear you spot a flash of silver hair.

No. There was no way. No way in hell that he’d—

Glasses and a round nose. Not him.

Relaxing your tensed shoulders, you breathe a sigh of relief. But all fantasies of this place as one of refuge dissipate.

Nerves alight, you dig out your cell and spare a flighty glance at the lock screen. Phone on you at all times.

Precious minutes have slipped through your fingers. You have to keep moving.

Cursing, you down your water and hop off your stool.

“That…was not a very long visit,” the boy says in obvious confusion. “You didn’t wanna stay for a while?”

You grimace as you lay an apologetic hand on his shoulder. “I don’t really have a while right now. It was nice meeting you.” Then, with a slight tip of your head, you head for the back exit.

The air has cooled since you were last outside.

Rubbing your hands over your bare biceps, you shiver as you stalk forward, ready to vanish into the night once again.

“You really should try harder, sweetie.”

Your foot hovers mid-step.

Behind you. To the left, somewhere. Not many more than a few paces.

Slowly, you turn.

Polished leather shoes are the first thing you see. Fitted slacks that swell at the thighs, a shining silver belt buckle, a dark button-up under an expertly tailored overcoat.

His sharp face is illuminated in the warm streetlight.

Attentive red eyes subtly check you for injuries. When he finds none, a self-satisfied grin spreads across his lips.

He opens his mouth again. But before he can speak, you spin on your heels, nearly smacking straight into a passing couple.

A full, sonorous laugh, rich and mocking, echoes between your retreating footsteps.

You’re more than a little unnerved.

Sylus—infallible, inevitable Sylus—had stood there, still and smirking, while you ran from him like he was a monster.

Why had he let you get away?

Sweat beads at your hairline as you slip through crowded sidewalks, heart thumping as loud as the bass in the background.

Wiping your brow, you stare longingly at the distant tree line, wishing you could take the chance and disappear into the woodland. But alas, stay inside the city limits.

Frantic footfalls take you to a sparse street, the city’s soundtrack fading behind you. On your right is a modern train station—open, but deserted in the midnight slowdown.

Your stomach starts to tighten from your constant movements. But with a determined shake of your head, you push forward.

Until the unmistakable, eerily perfect call of a crow sounds from above.

He’s right on top of you.

“And no Mephisto,” you proposed, knowing full well he’d argue.

His scoff was immediate. “I don’t think so.”

“But that’s not fair! I won’t even have a chance if you get to use him. I’ll be a sitting duck out there!”

“You won’t be out there at all if I don’t use him. I won’t risk your safety just so you can feel the thrill of evading me for a little longer.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but he caught your jaw in his hand.

“This one is nonnegotiable, kitten. Mephisto stays.”

And now, his master is toying with you.

You should have negotiated.

The flapping of wings sounds overhead. In a panic, you look back to the train station, weighing your options in your scattered mind. No public transit.

You step toward it.

No public transit.

Another caw. Closer.

No public transit. No public transit. No public transit.

The rule blinks in your mind like a warning light as you disappear through sliding doors.

Since you’ve been with him, you’ve been no stranger to luxury hotels.

You don’t know why you fled to this one. Maybe it’s the familiarity—you’d stayed here twice before. But you’d never ventured up to the rooftop lounge. Not until tonight.

Ducking under velvet ropes, you take in the lavish setup. Cocktail tables and plush seating decorate the space, with tea light candles and white floral arrangements scattered throughout. Someone’s hosting an event here. Soon, by the looks of it.

Inching forward, you pass a sign painted in beautiful calligraphy. Tom & Katie’s Engagement Party!

Tomorrow’s date, big and bold, sits underneath.

You’ll be gone before then. In and out, without a trace.

You’d chosen the roof for two reasons: one, if—when—he comes, you’ll be able to see him well in advance. And two, not even that incorrigible crow can sneak up on you now.

Nodding shakily, you step to the center, your attention stolen by a small photo frame.

A shift. An electric charge in the air.

A hand around your nape.

“Caught you.”

In an instant, you lurch forward, barely suppressing the blood-curdling scream that rises in your throat. His hand slips from your neck as you attempt to flee, only to splay across your heaving ribcage as he corrals your body flush against his.

Cautious as he is, his grip is firm, unyielding. But that doesn’t mean you’ll just give up like this, fall limply in his arms without a fight. You truly are a caged kitten as you thrash in his grip—a flurry of fists and elbows flailing wildly in the air. You’re not sure a single hit lands.

The threat of conquest looms with each passing second. His strength is unimaginable, the way he swiftly pins your arms to your sides with only a few annoyed grunts, as if your perseverance were merely a nuisance to him. An obstacle for him to surmount.

He restrains your limbs with just one hand, his thumb firmly encircling both forearms against your clenched belly. As he leans downward, excited breaths brushing the shell of your ear, something long and hard and familiar prods your lumbar spine.

“Playing with cornered prey is…tedious.” The words are a flippant, smug purr. He’s a lion that’s returned from a fruitless hunt, only to find a lost fawn in its den. “I’d much rather you conserve your strength. You’ll need it.”

Anger flares at his assumption. Baring your teeth, you thrash against him again, but his power quells all protest. And with the way he pulses behind you, you’ve only made him more eager to consummate his victory.

His free hand returns to snake around your throat, petting your feverish skin with hungry affection. Chuckling deeply, he raises it just to your jaw, circling two tantalizing digits around your mouth. It’s crude. Mocking. But it’s the opening you need.

Parting your lips, you let his fingers slide onto the pad of your tongue, closing around them with a servile moan. Then, with a sudden snap forward, you sink your teeth into his prone flesh, just enough to leave an angry red imprint. Immediately, a harsh rumble sounds in his chest, the rippling waves against your spine a beacon of hope in your heart. If you’re lucky, he’ll let you go.

But where you pray Sylus will flinch, pull back, do anything that will give you space to breathe, he only pulls you impossibly closer, lifting your head with his wounded hand.

His eyes gleam with wicked delight. He leans down, brushing his nose to yours, feigning a pout as he tightens his grip on your chin. “If this is how you show thanks for my mercy, I can’t wait to see what you’ll do when I get mean.”

A suppressed whimper. Another failed thrash. And Sylus sighs with false sympathy, pressing a lewd, lasting kiss to your scalding cheek.

“You’re so nervous, sweetie. Anxious animals often calm themselves when their eyes are covered. I wonder if you’ll do the same?”

The words have barely hit the air before you’re plunged into darkness. With strong arms still subduing you, a strip of fabric secures itself around your eyes, leaving you blind and vulnerable to his whims.

So much for no Evol.

His skin is hot. He smells of spice and fading cologne. And when he whispers in your ear, asking you how you feel now, the tip of his tongue hits the roof of his mouth with a sinful crackle. As if he's drawing out his dominance. Savoring it.

Before long, you’re being maneuvered in his hold. Gathered and hoisted.

Confident footsteps rattle the rooftop.

You’re falling. Something soft hits your back. By the divots between cushions, it’s the oversized sectional you'd seen before your world went dark.

You feel around the plush fabric for his hard, unwavering body. You snarl when you come up short. “Take this off! Take it off.”

Somewhere before you, he tuts. “I was going to take my time with you, sweetie. But if you insist…”

Nimble hands sweep down your body, tugging your pants off with practiced ease. A choked gasp leaves you at the sudden movement, the cold night air nipping at your bare legs.

You swipe wildly at an invisible target. “You know that's not what I meant!”

“You’re not exactly in the position to be making demands right now.” Amusement bleeds through his tone. “There’s a much better use for your current…situation.”

The unsettling weight of his Evol lands on your shoulders, pulling and laying you flat on your back. A quiet thud sounds on the stony floor. Several beats of silence.

And then, a hot tongue swirling on the inside of your ankle, soft lips sucking on untouched skin.

“Sylus,” you hiss, failing to jerk away thanks to the heavy hand on your calf.

He only hums dismissively, set on continuing his journey upwards. Slowly, methodically, he trails open-mouthed kisses and teasing nibbles over your calves, your knees, your thighs, ghosting a feather-light peck on your clothed core when it comes within reach. Throbbing with need, you hold back a whine when he stays his course, his eager lips coming to mouth at your tense lower belly.

A moment later, and his touch leaves your skin, the nighttime breeze chilling you in its place. There’s a clinking sound, a soft rustling below. For a moment, you fear abandonment. But when the cushions dip and your shirt is swiftly tugged off, you know he’s just getting started.

You wonder how you look to him—helpless and quivering, protected only by thin strips of fabric you’re sure he’ll conquer next. You wish you didn’t have to imagine the hunger in his eyes.

The next time he looms over you, his bare legs brush yours. The heat from his chest flows into your hips as his tongue reunites with your prickling flesh, dipping into your navel with unabashed intent.

He leaves a wicked trail over the center of your stomach, stopping only when he reaches the lace hem of your bra. You try to sit up, try to push off, but fall right back down when his mouth closes over your stiff nipple.

A wanton moan escapes you as his tongue roves over your clothed left breast. The friction is teasing, taunting over the flimsy barrier. A glimpse of what you could have if you gave yourself to him. But until that moment, he’s a cautious predator, refusing to be fooled twice by his prey playing dead.

He’s right to do so. You’re desperate now, flexing fingers tugging sharply at his thick hair. When you scratch at his scalp, he scoffs around your dampened cup, his hand lifting to give your right peak the same treatment: tugging, pinching, rolling it under his thumb, all while relentlessly hollowing his cheeks around your other breast. As you writhe in his steady hold, sharp teeth threaten your swollen bud, and you arch fully off the cushions, pushing yourself even further into his waiting mouth.

A few more greedy sucks, and he releases you with a pop, giving your tender flesh a much needed reprieve. “Still a feisty little thing,” he murmurs, “but you have gotten calmer, wouldn’t you agree? When you’re like this, supple and breathless beneath me…I can finally savor my prey.”

Searing lips steal yours in a claiming kiss. With gluttonous audacity, he swallows your squeal, and you can feel his smirk as he tries to lick into you. Coming to your senses, you clamp your mouth shut with stubborn shakes of your head, denying him the triumph of tasting you. For a moment, you think he’ll relent—until he snakes an arm around your hips and gropes your backside in his hand.

The bruising touch makes your lips part in a startled gasp, and the small opening is enough for him. Without hesitation, he plunges into your mouth, massaging the smooth insides of your cheeks before tangling his tongue with your own.

His fervor chips away at the foundations of your resolve—slowly, precisely, as if waiting for it to topple like a felled tree. You barely struggle against him. You barely can, with the way he lays claim to every inch of your mouth, suckling your tongue like it’s candy. He tastes like sin and wine, and you’re anything but clean.

You don’t realize when you start panting below him, breathy whines spilling from your lips in a frenzy. But he swallows them all with undisguised avarice, letting you moan into his mouth like he plans to siphon your voice alongside your energy.

The waistband of his boxers brushes your hips as he shifts, and his thick, heavy length throbs against you. But you’re so drunk on him, so high on his flavor, that the feeling of fabric sliding down your legs is only a passing thought.

Stars burst behind your blindfold as he spears into you.

You convulse almost immediately, gasping at the sudden intrusion. He’s so warm and rigid, you don’t know how he’s lasted this long—you can practically picture his swollen tip, dripping with milky fluid under his boxers as he crumbled your will before taking you.

From the relieved, guttural grunts that fall with each pump inside, you know your imagination isn’t too far off.

His eager forward thrusts awaken the last of your instinct to push, to act—like a lamb fighting for its last breaths in the maw of a wolf. Surging upwards, you reach blindly around him, bumping your chest against his as you scratch wildly at his back. Your nails drag down his heated skin, catching at his rippling muscles, but you don’t let up.

He snarls into your ear. “Give me it. Give it to me—everything you have. Exhaust the last of your strength and let me claim you completely. When you’ve worn yourself out, I bet I’ll reach even deeper.”

Your nails sink further as your walls clench around him, sucking him in despite your brain’s protests.

He leans closer. His nose ghosts the shell of your ear. “You feel it, don’t you? Your body taking me in? That means your time is running out. This is your last chance to prove to me that this night ends with anything but my seed spilling into you.”

The threat makes your heart lurch—anticipation masked as fear. With waning energy, you give a resolute grunt and thread your fingers in his hair once more, pulling until he hisses at the sting. But all the while, he never slows his thrusts—reveling in your weakness, ensuring no escape.

With every surge into your tightening walls, Sylus takes what he won from you—what he knew he’d win from the moment you said no public transit. You knew he knew. For just one second, your eyes had shifted downward. Your guilt was fleeting for such a bold lie, but it’d been enough—enough for him to know you. Enough for him to chase you here and trap you with his foresight.

And now, you pay the price. Your frantic pants slow. Your fingers slacken in his hair. You’re barely wriggling in his hold now. Each relentless pump inside you, testing your limits, kissing your furthest depths, molds you more and more into willful prey. Under the sweat-slicked blindfold, where his touch is your only concern, your racing heartbeat calms to a steady pulse.

He knows as much, with the way his strained grunts have turned to drawn-out moans—the way he coos in the ear he’d just snarled in, praising how smart you are for handing yourself over to him. How beautiful your surrender is.

It’s not long until you’ve melted in his arms, clinging desperately to him as the steady slaps of skin on skin echo in your ears. Weakly, you kiss the closest thing you feel—his chin, it seems—and adoration burns through his resulting chuckle.

Reaching under you, he deftly unclasps your ruined bra, finally freeing your tender breasts. They follow his thrusts with aching bounces, your hard, sore nipples ricocheting off his chest.

He kisses you again, cupping your cheek below your blindfold, and you open for him instantly, keening quietly into him. The pitiful sound wins a groan from him, and he laps at your mouth a final time before pulling away, a string of mixed saliva snapping as he does.

Whimpering, you paw at his chest, wanting to follow but not knowing where to go. His only response is to smooth a hand over your furrowed brow before dropping it to the cushion below, bracing himself on your makeshift bed.

He pulls out, leaving you cold and empty, and you nearly wail at the loss.

And then, he snaps forward with otherworldly precision, his hot, pulsing length pistoning into you with devastating speed. Dots sparkle across your darkened vision, and the obscene slaps of his hilt on your flesh carry into the night.

Your walls are gushing around him, likely staining the expensive sofa below, but you’re well past the point of propriety.

As need builds in your core, you cinch your legs around his waist, all but gluing him to you. A growl rips from his throat at the pressure, and he swipes his tongue through your mouth, nipping at your swollen bottom lip before he speaks.

“Is this,” he begins, gasping between scorching waves of pleasure, “another tactic of yours? You squeeze me like this until I black out and make your grand escape?”

The euphoric buzz in your brain delays your answer.

Until he licks a long stripe up your neck, biting down where it meets your shoulder. His tongue swirls around the angry bruise, the wet sounds of his mouth on you mixing with the rapid echoes of you sucking him in.

A whine bubbles in your throat as tears slip from your closed eyelids, their sticky heat pasting your blindfold to your skin. “No,” you cry. “No escaping. I don’t want to, I only want—I need it. You promised me. You promised me if I gave in, you’d…” Your voice breaks. You can’t bring yourself to say it, even as you beg for it. “I need it, Sylus. All of it. Please.”

Mirth fills his husky laugh. “That wasn’t what you were saying earlier, sweetie. You were fighting me so valiantly—what changed?”

Another whine from you.

He rumbles in amusement, reaching between your legs to roll your swollen bud under his thumb. When you gasp, he bites your slackened jaw, suckling on your sweat-sheened skin. “I could hear your heart beating out of your chest. But you were never afraid of me. You know better than to be afraid of me,” he growls, surging far into your fluttering walls for emphasis. “Then…did you like being caught? Did you like me overpowering you? Do you like falling apart around me, begging for me to fill you?”

You’re practically sniveling as you nod your head, agreeing faithfully to his every accusation. Your safeword is Elysium.

“Filthy girl. And here I was, thinking I was so mean for giving you exactly what you wanted.”

A broken sob escapes you. Shame, exhaustion, his bruising pace inside you still not letting up. At this point, you’ll give him anything he asks for. “I wanted you to catch me,” you hiccup, clinging to his arm like your life depends on it. “I wanted it so bad. I wanted you to pin me down and I wanted to fight, a-and I wanted you to win because you’re just that strong. I…I wanted you to break me, and now I want you to finish. I want to feel you inside me, even when you’re not there.”

For just this moment, you’re thankful for the blindfold, knowing you don’t have to see the way his eyes gleam.

“Hm,” he drawls, kissing your eyelid through the fabric. “Works for me, kitten.”

He dips his head to lash his tongue around your breast. Its naked peak blossoms to life at his touch, still remembering his earlier onslaught.

At the same time, he hurries the hand between your legs, circling and tapping the twitching nub until chants of his name spill from your mouth. When whispers turn to screams, he tugs it firmly between two fingers, and a rainbow of stars explodes under your eyelids.

You seize and clench around him, lodging him in your quivering core as your body eagerly broadcasts your defeat.

He pulses once, twice, buried to the hilt in your heat, before warm bursts coat your flexing walls. Slumping forward on top of you, he buries his head in your shoulder with a guttural groan.

His scent surrounds you until you're not sure where he ends and you begin anymore. But it’s exactly what you asked for. By nature's orders, you're his.

Reassuring touches are exchanged as you both catch your breath, embracing in the moonlight with the stars as your witness. After a while, he lifts slightly off of you and gently unfastens your blindfold, and when you blink your swollen eyes open, the purpling marks and scratches on your slick bodies are the first thing you see. The second? The once pristine decorations that lay scattered across the rooftop, misshapen and covered in dust.

The third is the worst of all: the impish, arrogant glint in his eyes, so brazen it sparks a petulant pang deep in your gut. Squinting furiously, you surge upward and attack his lips with yours, emboldened by your captor’s brashness.

Again and again he takes you—until the hazy pink beginnings of dawn threaten to expose the outcome of last night’s hunt.

When he carries you down the lobby’s staircase, sauntering coolly past disgruntled overnight staff, you can only bury your head in his shoulder, blocking your vision once more.

It’s late afternoon when you rouse beside him, kicking him under the covers in retribution. “You never said anything about a blindfold.”

Sighing sleepily, he turns to face you and hoists your leg over his hips, trapping it for its insolence. “And you never said anything about raking your kitten claws down my back, so I guess we’re even.” He shrugs. “I was improvising, sweetie—didn’t you enjoy it? You certainly seemed to when you were begging me to—”

“Okay, okay! You don’t have to go there.”

He coos. “But what if I want to?”

“I don’t care what you want,” you grumble, flipping over with a huff when he allows you to wriggle free. “Just…go back to sleep. It’s still your bedtime.”

A rich chuckle envelops you as you drift off again.

The next morning, a mailman drops a deep red envelope on a hotel reception desk. Inside it are a seven-figure check and a small greeting card, the diamond ring on its front stained in swooping black ink.

To the happy couple.

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whateveriwant · 1 year ago

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Actually I'm not done talking about Mr. Simon Fucks-Himself-Stupid Riley just yet :(

I'm picturing a scenario where you, a civilian, are visiting your boyfriend at his base. Maybe you're there to deliver something, like a file he forgot at home or the lunch he said he didn't need. Either way, whatever your cover story for being there is, the end result is the same: you, on your back, knees up by your ears, sprawled across Simon's desk as he fucks you like his life depends on it.

Being a Lieutenant grants him the luxury of having a private office where he can engage in such extracurriculars, but that doesn't mean it's without some major risks – namely, prying ears that might be lurking in the hallway outside.

But being discreet shouldn't be an issue, should it? I mean, a man known infamously as “Ghost” should have no problem staying quiet, right?

Wrong.

Turns out, not only does that tight hole of yours reduce your boyfriend to a dumb, drooling mess, it makes him a dumb, drooling mess who can't keep his fucking mouth shut.

So while you have the wherewithal to clamp a hand over your lips to try muffling your lewd noises, Simon is out here moaning and groaning unabashedly like something sent forward in time from the Paleolithic. You could try asking him to cover his mouth, but it seems an impossible task; his hands are a little preoccupied with making sure he doesn't fuck you right over the edge of his desk.

While you don't want to stop, you also don't want to get caught, so you settle for urging him to keep it down. It's after a third softly gasped ‘N-Need to be qu-quiet, Si’ that your warning finally worms its way into his brain, and he acts in a way to appease you, just… not how you expect.

Swiftly, Simon removes his hold of your waist and brings one of his arms forward. He grabs for the center of his t-shirt, tugs the material up, and quickly stuffs the fabric into his mouth.

It only takes a split second for the action to happen, but immediately, you see how effective it is. The moment that standard, army-issued tee is captured between Simon's teeth, there's a drastic reduction of noise in the room.

Now, he can fuck into you with reckless abandon, and he snaps his hips forward with enough force to make your whole body ripple. Even as you pulse and constrict around him (sometimes inadvertently, sometimes not), the sounds that climb their way up Simon's throat are heavily dampened by his cotton gag.

It's as Simon begins the ascent to his peak that the cloth in his mouth really comes into play. As he pumps into you, he starts grunting lowly, gutturally, exhaling through his nostrils in quick, harsh bursts. It's a deep sound, animalistic in nature, like a bull huffing before it digs its heels into the dirt and charges.

His thrusts turn sloppier and sloppier the closer he nears his high, his hips propelled forward only by some basic hindbrain instinct. His lashes start to flutter, his eyes roll towards the back of their sockets, and when he cums, he throws his head back in a full-blown snarl.

Simon's a bit shaky on his feet after he climaxes in you, but he manages to pull out before he stumbles backwards, plopping down heavily into his chair. As you start cleaning yourself up, you see how he makes no attempt to move. He just sits there, completely brainless, pants around his ankles and t-shirt still tucked between his teeth. You have to walk over to him and purposefully tug on the shirt to get him to release it, and once it's freed, you see the damage that's been done.

In the center of Simon's shirt rests a big, blotchy wet spot, like he's tried to do his own slobbery take on the classic Rorschach test. The fabric's been wrinkled to all hell and there's a few imprints left behind from where his teeth had bitten down, and if you were to inspect the hem closely, you'd see where he popped a stitch or two in his ecstasy.

The sight of his mangled shirt has you tutting in disapproval. He can't walk out of his office looking like this, and he certainly can't forgo wearing a shirt altogether. What would the people around base say if they saw their normally put together Lieutenant looking so unkempt? You don't think he'd ever hear the end of it, nor would you for that matter.

In the meantime, as you wait for Simon's brains to un-liquify themselves, maybe you can scrounge up something else for him to wear. There's got to be something lying around here to help make him presentable once again. It's too bad as part of your cover you didn't think to bring an extra set of clothes to change into.

You'll have to remember for next time.

#ok now i'm done :)#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut #cod smut #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon riley x you #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2

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pandelta-com · 2 years ago

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A Powerful Resource: An All-Inclusive Manual on Booster Pump Systems

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late night meeting

·······•✦ description: In which; it's late at night when a knock comes at your door. Sylus rarely ever gets hurt, and his injuries heal quickly, but it wouldn't hurt to indulge him for a bit...

·······•✦ pairing: sylus x afab!reader ·······•✦ word count: 6k ·······•✦ genre: smut, porn with plot, fluff ·······•✦ general tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Cowgirl Position, Mild Blood, Gunshot Wounds, Sylus has a big dick…, soft smut, cleaning wounds, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, (kind of), Creampie, Late at Night, Morally Ambiguous Character, Teasing

·······•✦ posted on: ao3

Stars glittered in the sky, watching above as the city lulled. Cars beeped as workers drove home; their day finally finished. Others were forced to work through the night, sitting in cubicles and patrolling parks, their only solace being the sunrise that greeted them over the horizon. Some fell into a slumber, while others stayed up, burning the midnight oil. It was a constant back and forth or routines - or the lack thereof.

Then there was Sylus.

Sure, the things he did were work … And due to the darkness in the N109 zone, his sleep frequently came during your day… But he was far from the typical night owl. His dealings were done in the shroud of night, no matter the time on the clock. Shadows danced along the walls, creating the illusion of an even more intimidating presence than the man in front of them.

So, his normal business meeting turned in a flash, although it wasn’t anything he was unaccustomed to. People got greedy and overzealous, but Sylus always saw it coming… There wasn’t a thing that he couldn’t predict. That’s how he came to find himself walking away from a burning building, the sparks and shots still ringing in his mind.

Except it wasn’t at the expense of some wounds. To him, they were artificial… Just a gash in his chest that seemed to darken his already black shirt and a bullet wound in his shoulder. They would heal soon, the pain already beginning to fade as his pace picked up.

He wanted to see you.

Well, he always wanted to see you, but as his blood pumped through his body, dripping from his wounds, his heart drifted to you. Always and forever, you . And he knew you would be asleep even though you were off work the next day - he synced your work schedule up in his calendar - but his own need and incessant desire outweighed his hesitance to wake you.

Instead of instantly teleporting, he decided to take time to walk there, his aura propelling any late-night wanderer that dared to look his way. By the time he was in front of your door, his wounds had healed completely, the only remnants of the little issue being the blood that stained his black button-up shirt.

A loud, singular knock sounded from your front door as he waited for you to open it. His thumbs hooked in his pockets as he heard you shuffling around, a minuscule smile already on his lips before he even saw you. Yeah, he could just teleport in, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if he gave you a heart attack from appearing in the middle of your bedroom.

“Sylus?” The sight of your freshly woken-up form caused his eyes to light up. It took a moment for everything to catch up to you before you pulled him into your apartment. “What are you doing here, in the middle of the night, with blood on your shirt?” Your voice turned more frantic as you took in his appearance, the fear climbing into your chest. Not only was his shirt darkened with the crimson liquid, but he was standing in your apartment building hallway for who knew how long?! Someone could have seen him!

Now you were up, the sleep fully wiped from your brain. The nerves in your body were on edge, a frantic flailing of your hands an inch from his body. Of course, he didn’t have any noticeable wounds, but the blood still startled you, especially seeing it in the middle of the night.

“A business meeting went a little… Crazy …” His deep voice wrapped around you, the warmth of his body sinking into your skin. Taking a step forward, he shrugged, a nonchalant air to his aura. “I’ll be fine; it’s just a little blood.” The wounds never bothered him… Yeah, maybe they hurt as they happened, but it didn’t take long for them to heal.

But he couldn’t lie; a small part of him really liked being taken care of by you. In the darkness, the only light coming from the moon and stars up above, Sylus winced. In no way was he an actor, but he knew that you didn’t like seeing him in pain.

“Actually,” His footsteps carried him over to your couch, sitting down with a thud, “It does hurt a bit; I think one of them had a serrated blade.” Gentle touches drifted across his chest, right where the deep gash was not too long ago.

He wouldn’t fool you… You knew him too well; he already looked healed, baring the blood soaking into his clothes. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t indulge in his somewhat dramatic and endearing complaints.

After locking your apartment door, you padded over to the couch, standing beside Sylus. His head sat right next to your hip, his red eyes meeting yours as he looked up. A faint hint of a frown on his face as he rubbed the spot where he was slashed with the knife.

“Where does it hurt?” Your hand ran through his silver hair, enjoying the way his eyes closed and his head instinctively leaned into your touch. The vulnerability on his face, as he gestured to his chest right below his collarbone, caused you to melt. Although he was playing it up, the attack did surprise him, always having cordial meetings with this client. But it was all water under the bridge; all that mattered now was he was in your comforting presence…

“Right here,” He held your wrist in his fingers, his touch feather-light as he brought your palm to the rip in his clothing, the red blood staining the fabric even darker than it was. There wasn’t a wound there, but the dried blood on his skin was rough under your fingers.

As you dipped your fingers under the rip in his shirt, his skin was warm to the touch. With a soft smile, you massaged the skin, feeling nothing of note to worry you. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t act like it…

“Oh,” Your tone was curiously interested, as if you had just found the cause of his pain. Raising your eyebrows, you leaned down until your face was inches from Sylus’. “Looks like you do have some dried blood here… What should we do about that?”

A slow, tantalizing smirk stretched across Sylus’ lips upon hearing you playing along. If there was anything he knew about you, it was that you loved to indulge in his antics, whether big or small. He leaned into your touch, his nose brushing against your cheek.

“Hm,” He hummed, his eyes searching yours and only finding a hint of playfulness. Enjoying the light atmosphere, even in the dead of night, Sylus remained silent. It wasn’t until he raised an eyebrow at you, his lips curling slightly. “What do you think we should do about it, beautiful?”

With a light chuckle, you pulled back, crossing your arms over your chest. It was late… But you had already been woken up from sleep, and you didn’t have work in the morning… Maybe it would be okay to have a bit of fun …

“I think we need to clean you up a bit, and that tattered shirt should really come off.” His eyes traveled down your figure, taking in your pajamas and slightly unkempt, freshly woken-up appearance. You still looked absolutely stunning , and the way you countered every little thing he said… It was exciting just listening to your teasing tone and the small smirk that always appeared on your lips.

There it was.

“Are you saying that because you want to treat me…” Reaching out, his large hand rested on the back of your thigh, pulling you closer to him. His nose brushed against your side before he looked back up at you, his eyes bright and mischievous. “Or do you just want to get me out of my clothes?”

A small chuckle echoed in the air as his hand massaged your thigh. Just a small touch sent electricity through your bones, but you enjoyed it. Smiling down at him, your fingers threaded through his hair. In an instant, he closed his eyes, leaning back into your hand.

“Who said it can’t be both?” Stepping back, you held out a hand. Sylus had no choice but to accept the silent invitation, his warm palm leaving your leg to rest in yours. Letting you pull him up, he relished in the way the moonlight highlighted your features.

The eyes that always seemed to look at him with a teasing sort of affection… The lips that whispered words of praise and warning when he got a little too close to the Hunter’s Association… The eyebrows that raised when you would question his choice of revenge … Or the same eyebrows that furrowed in pleasure while he slowly buried himself inside your heat…

Noticing how silent he became, your hand trailed up to his wrist, wrapping around it. Beneath your fingertips, his muscles flexed, his lips set in a tight line as he couldn’t help but stand in awe at your beauty.

“You’re staring, Sy.” Your soft tone wrapped around him, and he couldn’t help the smile that cracked his stoic expression. The hand that wasn’t held by yours moved up to rest on your cheek. His thumb brushed your skin softly like he was mapping out every dip and curve.

“Oh, I know.” It wasn’t up for debate; he was definitely staring… “But how can you blame me when you’re standing in front of me, looking absolutely stunning… and absolutely mine. ”

His gentle fingers danced down your skin, past your jaw, to wrap around to the nape of your neck. His thumb massaged the base of your spine, a soft caress as he pulled you even closer. The breath that fell from his lips washed over your face, and he took another moment to admire your shimmering eyes.

“Let’s just get you cleaned up, Sy.” With a small chuckle, you led him to your bathroom. The fluorescent light shocked you for a moment before you led him to sit on your toilet. Stepping between his legs, you reached up, brushing away the hair from his face. “Are you injured anywhere else?” Sylus stayed silent, letting you examine his head and neck. A satisfied smile fell on his lips as he watched you concentrate. Your fingers danced through his hair, down his cheek, and along his neck. Goosebumps raised on his arms at your delicate touch, your eyes trailing along his skin.

“I’m going to take this off,” You said, your fingers beginning to pop the buttons of his shirt. It was in tatters, nearly falling apart as you revealed inch after inch of his bare chest.

There weren’t any other indications of his previous injuries besides the spots of blood on his chest and shoulder. But as you got to the bottom buttons, you were forced to kneel between his thighs. A low noise akin to a growl left Sylus’ closed lips, enjoying the sight of you slowly undressing him. Your fingertips brushed against his abdomen, just barely grazing the waistband of his pants as you finished unbuttoning his shirt.

Grabbing the shirt, you slid it off his shoulders, setting it to the side. With his chest now bare, you could see the blood from his wounds - now completely healed - that had dried onto his skin. Other than those two spots, the rest of his body was clean.

“You should go lay on my bed,” You stood up, your eyes hungry as you took in his muscular shoulders and clenching abdomen. Each breath was labored, and you were sure it wasn’t because he was in pain… “That way, I can assess you more thoroughly.”

“Of course, kitten.” Standing up, he let you lead him into your room. He was familiar with your bedroom, having spent quite a bit of time in your bed. As he settled against the headboard, he watched curiously.

You walked back into the bathroom, leaving Sylus for just a moment to grab a washcloth and wet it in your sink. Wringing out the excess water, you moved closer, climbing into his lap. Your knees rested on either side of his waist, and his hands instantly snapped to your hips. It had been some time since you were able to indulge in each other’s presence… Being busy with work in Linkon and business in the N109 Zone…

Your hand gently pressed against his chest, rubbing away the dried blood. His gaze was soft as he watched you, his heart racing under your touch. The cold water pressed against his warm skin, slowly taking away all the remnants of his battle.

In an attempt to avoid his piercing gaze, your own eyes locked onto the washcloth, watching as the dried blood slowly disappeared. Although you knew he was strong and could wipe out anyone in his way, a small part of you did worry about him… What if someone found his kryptonite?

After you cleaned his chest, your hands moved to his shoulder, gently pressing and massaging the skin to rid him of the remnants of his wounds. It was kind of therapeutic, the tiny thought of erasing his pain - even though he really wasn't in any pain at the moment - making you relax in his grasp.

You were so preoccupied with cleaning him up that you didn’t feel his hands snake up your shirt. His delicate fingers drifted along your curves, splaying across your back to pull you closer to him.

When you were finished, you pulled back, your eyes drifting across his torso to make sure no more dried blood remained. Sylus watched you with a silent smirk, enjoying the way you looked at him. His hand reached up to grab the washcloth, putting it on the nightstand. Grabbing your hips, he ground up against you in small circles, enjoying the warmth of your thighs and hips on him.

“Hm,” He hummed, and your hands found purchase on his chest, propping yourself up to see his eyes drifting down your pajama-clad body. “I think I got a wound on my thigh as well, kitten. You might want to check it out.”

Holding a dramatic pose, your mouth dropped open slightly in mock surprise. Working your way down his body, you moved to his side. Your fingers played with the button of his pants, popping it open before dragging the clothing down. His boxers were already tenting by the time his pants were discarded somewhere in your room.

You leaned down slowly, your face getting closer to his obvious arousal. Your hands ran along his thigh, brushing against the edge of his underwear. His skin was so warm, and you examined him carefully, his muscles flexing under your fingertips. Warm breath washed over his clothed cock, and you saw him twitch out of the corner of your eye.

“Well,” Turning your head to look at him, you almost caved, seeing his burning red irises. His mouth was set into a thin line, and his eyebrows creased as you continued feeling along his thighs. “I don’t see any wounds - or dried blood - but…” As you trailed off, your hand dipped under the waistband of his boxers, your palm resting right below his belly button. “Maybe we should take everything off, just to make sure.”

Sylus stayed silent, his throat tightening as your fingertips brushed along the soft tuft of hair above his throbbing cock. You were so close but not quite at the place where he wanted you. Hell, he didn’t even realize he wanted, no - needed - you so desperately until he caught a glimpse of the sparkle in your eye as you cared for him, your hands cleaning him with tender touches.

Stripping him of his boxers was easy, his hips raising just enough off the bed to give you access. It was like he was clay in your hand, and you could mold him and push him into whatever you wanted. Fortunately, he was already what you wanted exactly how he was.

His cock stood proud as soon as his underwear was off and his body laid bare next to you. The pulsing red tip was leaking with arousal, dripping down his long shaft. It curved deliciously, and you could already feel how well he always pressed right against your walls. With a single finger, you traced the bottom of his cock, enjoying the very soft hitch in his breath when you circled your nail around his tip.

A low grunt fell from his lips, and his hand shot out to grip your waist. Drifting under your shirt, his own fingers began dancing along your bare skin. If he was naked, it was only fair for you to shed some layers as well…

“Do you -” A short groan followed as your attention moved to his balls. As much as he tried to speak, it was nearly impossible to when you cupped and massaged his sensitive balls with just one hand. After countless explorations under the belt, you were confident in knowing exactly what to do to get him to squirm.

“I’m still checking for wounds, Sy. Stay still.” The hand on his thigh delivered a gentle smack, and the man smirked. After giving him a playful look, you finally gave him the relief he so desperately craved. Your hand wrapped around him, feeling the pulse of blood rushing through his system. It was addicting … Seeing just how much you could affect him.

You moved to sit between his legs, and your eyes stayed focused on him as you hovered over his cock. Opening your mouth, you let a shiny string of spit fall, and it landed right on his throbbing skin. His mind swam with desire, and he took a mental image of the sight, wanting to make sure he never forgot how gorgeous you looked like that.

Beginning with slow strokes, you watched in awe as Sylus began to fall apart under your hands. One of his arms folded under the back of his head, propping himself up to get a better view of your fingers wrapped around him. The other arm fell on his abdomen, his muscles clenching and twitching as he bucked up into your hand.

“Have you…” A huff was pushed from his nose as your thumb brushed along the tip of his cock. The words were stuck for a moment until he cleared his throat. “Have you found any wounds yet, kitten?”

His neck and cheeks were flushed red as you looked up at him, seeing the pure desire in your eyes. It was fun like this, letting you do whatever you wanted to him… A small part of him loved how he could relinquish the reigns to you, but you knew that he could take over at the drop of a hat.

“No, I think you’re all healed…” Your hand continued its languid strokes, your other hand coming up to pay attention to his head and tip. His hips jerked as you rubbed your palm along his leaking tip, a saccharine smile on your lips as he let out a moan, unlike anything you had ever heard from him. “I did find something else I wanted, though.”

Leaning down, you wrapped your lips around his tip, your hand holding his hips down so he didn’t buck into your mouth. You lowered your head just enough, his leaking head wrapped in your warm lips. Sylus’ eyes closed as you suckled on his head, your tongue dipping in his slit and listening with glee as he growled above you.

“Fuck, kitten…” His voice was hoarse, and he didn’t think he could already be so close to release just from that . But as he watched the twinkle in your eyes, your hand wrapped tightly around him while the other kept him from chasing your warmth, he knew it all had to do with the person bringing him to the edge. “You look beautiful like this.”

A low hum from you caused Sylus to take a sharp breath in, the hand on his abdomen moving to rest on the back of your head. He made no move to usher you further down, his fingers lightly scratching your scalp. His whole body felt on fire, and his thumb brushed your hairline.

Fighting back a smile, your tongue continued its exploration, feeling every drop of precum and throb from his head. Your hand took care of the rest of his length, using your spit as a lubricant to make the slide easier. His breaths increased in speed, and his eyes stayed closed for a second longer with each tantalizing stroke of your hand.

When your hand was flush at his base, you pulled off with a pop , your eyes glassy with need as you looked up at your boyfriend. His eyes were vibrant red, and his mouth fell open in a gasp. He was so close …

Before he could say anything, perhaps even ask nicely for more of your mouth, you were standing at the end of the bed. The hand that was on the back of his head dropped to his cock. It wasn’t the same… Nothing would bring him the same satisfaction, not even his own calloused and scarred hands.

Your pajama shorts were the first to go, the wet patch thoroughly ruining them until you could put them in the wash. Throwing it to the side, your hands tugging at your baggy shirt until it was also discarded. Sylus’ eyebrows raised in lustful curiosity when he noticed you weren’t wearing any underwear. It was possible you never wore underwear to bed, but more often than not, he only focused on the feeling of you in his arms. He could almost get a peek at what he really wanted to see…

“Wow,” His hand continued stroking his cock, just enough to cause quick huffs of breath from his nose but not enough to actually get him there. The other hand stayed propped under his head, and he jerked his head up in a silent request, his eyes stuck on your thighs and hips. “Come here, beautiful…”

Going along with his ask, you climbed onto the bed, feeling his thighs tense and close slightly to allow you a better seat on his lap. Once you were close enough, Sylus’ hands held your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his lap. His cock was pressed between your soaked folds and his happy trail.

As soon as you could, your lips were on Sylus’. A low hum vibrated his chest as his hands splayed across your bare back, pushing you down so your body was flush against his. His tongue darted across your lower lip, and you granted him immediate entrance.

Your hands rested on his chest, and your thumbs flicked his nipples, enjoying the way he stopped kissing you for a split second as a jolt of electricity shot through him. His lips were soft, and you could taste a hint of mint gum while his tongue explored your mouth. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory, but he liked having a refresher as often as you would allow.

As you kissed him, his fingers gripped your hips, pushing and pulling you to grind your pussy on his length. Each time he pulled you forward, the head of his cock brushed against your clit, and Sylus swallowed all the small gasps that fell.

Finally, you pulled away from him just long enough to attach your lips to his jaw. His eyes closed on instinct, still breathing heavily from the kiss and the way you felt grinding on him. Each press of your mouth on him elicited a hum from the man below you, his head turning to the side to give you more access.

You took your time worshipping his skin, nipping and sucking at his neck and shoulder. There would definitely be marks… But the people at Onychinus wouldn’t dare question their boss’ private endeavors. Besides, Sylus always seemed to adore looking in the mirror after sex to admire the new marks you made on him.

“There you go, beautiful…” He sighed, one of his hands coming up to between your shoulder blades. Pressing down until every inch of your front was against him, he smiled, enjoying feeling your full weight on his hips and chest. “The marks you made last time faded so quickly. I was anticipating you giving me some new ones.”

His voice was sultry as he caressed your back, enjoying the slight pain as you sank your teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulders. It wasn’t enough to draw blood - though Sylus wouldn’t object to it - but there would most certainly be a bite mark the next morning… Oh, he loved it . He couldn’t get enough of you, your hands, your mouth, your pussy… Just the way you were pressed against him, he could come right then and there.

“Come on, kitten.” He was getting impatient, his cock enduring the way too gentle grinding of your folds that enveloped him. There was no way he could take any more of that teasing; he needed to be buried inside you. “Need your perfect pussy wrapped around me.”

Lifting you up, he held his cock, rubbing the tip back and forth to collect your arousal. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his tip nuzzled your entrance. You fought back a whimper as you lowered yourself down, feeling the curve of his cock press right against that one spot inside you.

The hair above his cock tickled your clit, and you furrowed your eyebrows, taking a second to get used to the stinging stretch. It had been some time since you saw Sylus, been able to feel every inch of him, and you felt your pussy getting used to his cock once more, welcoming the familiar thickness.

One of your hands threaded through his hair while the other still grasped his chest, your palm digging into his nipple. Moments turned into seconds, which turned into minutes as Sylus let you choose when to move, his hand coming to cup your cheek. He brushed along your skin with a gentle touch, admiring the way your expression was lost in a mix of pleasure and an uncomfortable stretch that would get better in a moment.

“You’re doing so well, such a good girl for me…” The words were pressed right against your neck, his nose brushing along your pulse point as he relished in the way you fit so perfectly in his grasp. His heart raced as he felt you squeeze around him, his hips fighting the urge to buck up into your heat.

After a minute, you propped yourself up, your hips grinding in circles. His trimmed pubic bone was hard against your clit, and you moaned, the sensations all becoming too much . Sylus’ face was right in front of you, his nose brushing along your cheekbone as he let you control the pace for the moment. The hand that was on your cheek landed on your breast, kneading the flesh and tweaking your nipple. Each touch caused you to constrict around his cock, your own body betraying just how turned on you were.

His lips were on your neck, spurring you on to lift up off his lap. The friction of his thick cock inside you was ravenous , and you felt a whisper of a whine blocked by your clothed lips. It felt amazing , with his hand gently guiding you up until just his tip was nestled inside you. You were so empty … So you chased the feeling by dropping back down, a harsh slap coming from your hips as you paused.

Sylus took a deep breath, smelling the remnants of your perfume from the day and the hint of your shampoo. It felt like he was drunk, the way his mind was in a complete haze, his eyes slightly glassy as his ears trained on your surroundings. No matter how good he felt, a small part of him still made sure to listen for even the slightest noise of danger.

He definitely heard the slapping of your soaked pussy on his hips as you fucked yourself on his cock… Nothing would make him miss that . The rhythm was uneven, and with each time you pulled away, he was nipping at your breasts that entered his field of vision.

“Fuck…” His lips were right next to your ear, and his tongue darted out to the junction of your jaw. The smallest touch set you off, moans of his name falling from your lips with each caress. His throbbing tip pressed right against your g-spot, allowing bright stars to appear behind your eyelids when you closed your eyes.

A warm puff of air escaped his nose, fanning across your neck, and you could feel his hands becoming a bit more needy. His hand on your hip moved to your ass, kneading the flesh and helping you rise and fall on his cock. Spreading you apart to feel the cold air on your pussy, stuffed full of him and only him. Oh, he wished he had a camera… Maybe next time …

Sylus’ lips turned more desperate as he kissed along the column of your neck, listening to the moans and whimpers of his name as you tried so hard to fuck yourself on his cock but couldn’t get the right pace. Low whines fanned out across his shoulder as you leaned down. Your entire body weight was on him, and he loved it . You were like his own personal weighted blanket, and he immediately wrapped his arm around your lower back, holding you in your position.

“Good girl,” His voice wrapped around you, and his cock twitched as you sat fully on top of him. It was exhausting, and you took a few deep breaths. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and you pressed a tired kiss to his shoulder. “Just relax, beautiful. I’ll do the work now.”

Without warning, his hands held you tightly. His hips bucked up, burying himself so deeply inside you that you could swear you felt him in your stomach. Sylus set a brutal pace, abandoning his earlier gentle caresses and kisses for the slapping of balls on your ass and biting into your shoulder.

A low growl erupted from his throat as he felt your pussy clench around him in a vice grip. Planting his feet, he listened to the slapping of skin on skin and the increase of your moans. Whimpers and near screams of his name bounced off the walls, and fuck if he could just record that for when you couldn’t come visit him…

His hips pistoned in and out of you, taking all the control that you once thought you had and keeping it to himself. There wasn’t anything you could do except lay there and take it just like a good girl… His good girl…

“Fuck, Sylus.” The words drifted off your tongue and took root in his heart, his hips stuttering each and every time he heard his name in such a desperate and loving tone. He gave you anything and everything you could want, but what you needed was release. “Please…”

His hand moved to your lower back, pressing you down with each thrust up to make sure he was exactly where he belonged. His other hand stayed on your breast, tweaking your nipple in time with his thrusts.

“There you go, beautiful.” His voice was strained, the feeling of your pussy gripping his cock making him go absolutely crazy. “Are you close?” A frantic nod of your head followed his words, and your moans of his name were muffled as you buried your face in his neck.

With a gentle yet demanding grip on your head, he pulled you back slightly, his nose brushing yours. His red eyes shone in the light of your lamp as he studied your features. He had seen you up close too many times to count, but nothing would ever compare to the glassy film over your irises as you were brought closer and closer to climax. All because of him …

“Eyes on me, beautiful.” His lips brushed against your cheek, watching as a line of drool fell from the corner of your lips. To see you so lost in your pleasure, focusing only on the way his cock fit so perfectly inside you, it almost made him come. But he had to wait; no, the good part would be there in just a moment… “Good girl… I want to see your face when you come undone on my cock.”

His hips sped up slightly as he felt you flutter around him, and he knew the signs of your impending release. The pace he set was relentless, and almost on cue, Sylus held you down on top of him. His entire cock nestled inside you, feeling your walls tighten like an iron grip as your climax hit its peak. He slowly ground you down so your clit was stimulated by his pubic bone, enjoying the way your body trembled and jerked in his grasp. “There you go, I got you…” Collapsing on top of him, you were only given a moment of rest before Sylus held your hips up. His tip was kissing your entrance, and he gave you a gentle peck on the cheek. A genuine smile on his lips as he took in your debauched appearance.

“I love you, beautiful.” As soon as the sentence left his mouth, his hips began an all too familiar pace from just seconds before. He was chasing his own release and wanted to make sure you knew just how precious you were to him before using you so harshly. Well, it wasn’t harsh … Just desperate … And he did it before, so you braced yourself, your hand threading through his hair as you let him hold you completely still.

Overstimulation set in quickly, and although it was edging into somewhat uncomfortable, Sylus never lasted long like that. He was weak for you, and only you and a second inside your tight heat was a second closer to his orgasm.

Time slowed down as his abdomen clenched, his pace stuttering until, all at once, he held you back against him. His cock twitched with each spurt of cum that painted your insides, and you couldn’t help the whimpers that fell from your lips.

Gasps and breaths were shared between you as you lay limp on his chest. Looking down, Sylus brushed a hand across your cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. In the soft, warm glow of your lamp, he admired you for who you truly were… Beautiful, alluring, passionate, and undeniably his.

Not his as a possession , but his as an addition. You added a whole other aspect to his life; you were his to love, his to adore, his to protect. Just as he was yours. Yours in every iteration of the word.

“You did so well for me, beautiful…” He mumbled into your hair, his hands splaying across your back and massaging the muscles of your torso. His softening cock was still inside you, yet neither of you made a move away from your position. It was so intimate, with the looming sunrise nearly on the horizon, you basked in the afterglow of two people who cared unconditionally for each other.

“Rest for a bit,” His voice was barely a whisper as he laid back on the bed, looking out the window at the starry sky as it began to dissipate. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours so we can clean up.”

Another kiss to the top of your head, his day ending and bleeding into his normal night. It was the opposite of yours, yet he would stay up for eternity if it meant being with you like that.

He watched as you drifted off, the exhaustion of being woken up in the middle of the night finally catching up to you. With a small smile only meant for you, he studied your face, content with laying there awake.

“Good night, beautiful.”

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r0-boat · 5 months ago

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Wrapped up gift

Happy Valentine's Day enjoy my gift with extra sugar!

This is part of a collab hosted by @dream-effect

Don't ever ask me to do this ever again

Whb!Seven Kings X Gn!Reader Fic

Cw: NSFW, gangbang, double penetration, spit roasting, cum drunk, bondage, name-calling, praise, multiple orgasms, uses of toys, biting, marking, creampie, choking, Crying kink.

WC: 5.1K

Everyone has been acting weird today…

Well, weirder than usual, many devils have avoided you, or that's what you think.

It's not like you expect the countless attention and gifts you are showered with every day, but it does raise a few questions when one day you can't even walk around town without a flock of devils around you, and the next, no one can hang out with you.

Not even the kings. Who usually blows up your phone at all hours of the day?

Whether it's Asmodeus’s random confessions of love, Lucifer using your medical history as an excuse to talk to you, Beelzebub going on a random tangent about God knows what, Belphegor talking about anime, or Leviathan’s awkward ass small talk, only to spend another hour arguing with you over the phone, Mammon sending you pictures of expensive gifts he's about to buy you, or Satan angrily texting you why you haven't blocked everyone yet. Usually, your phone is flooded with any of these weirdos, but it was quiet and lonely for the first time since you came to hell.

With a sigh, you walk through the unusually empty halls of Gehenna’s Castle. The echoing of your footsteps mocked you till you reached your room. You push your door open when something fluttering down to the ground catches your eye: a pink envelope with a pink wax seal notice the fancy engraving on the and Asmodeus's sigil. It was ha and miss, especially the ‘interesting’ encounters you've had with him. His sigil became not only his symbol but also his calling card. You hesitate before sliding your thumb underneath the wax and opening the envelope. You sigh, scrunching your eyelids, preparing the potential nastiness you're about to unfold out of this letter…

Good fuck, why is it stained…?

‘Dear beloved,

I prepared some Valentine's Day gifts for you at my castle. Let's enjoy Valentine's Day together!❤️

Constantly yearning, Asmodeus’

The letter was short and innocent, but you knew better than to trust anything from Asmodeus. The motherfucker couldn't even bother to text you, instead sending you an embroidered letter with an equally fancy-looking envelope doused in his normal scent.

Flashbacks of the past, heated in your eyes, prove what awaits you if you accept his invitation. But then again, you've never felt so lonely on a day you're supposed to be with the people you love. Also, Asmodeus was the only demon ever to mention Valentine's Day. You didn't even know today was a holiday until he mentioned it. You're not sure how you felt about the fact that no one even wanted to see you on Valentine's Day.

Maybe it was because Valentine's Day was an Earth holiday, not a holiday they usually celebrate in hell…Yeah, let's go with that.

Knowing that he knew and wanted to spend time with you, your heart pumping with excitement, you couldn't hide the smile on your face.

You almost put down the leather until you realized what was in the bottom right-hand corner: an arrow pointing to the other side with the words ‘flip me ;)’ written in cursive.

On the back, you see what looks like a Latin chant. More of his handwriting was next to it: ‘simple teleportation spell to the front gates of my palace while you momentarily will feel a little dizzy; that's normal.’

Thank goodness for the grueling lessons Sitri would give you after you discovered that most demons use Latin as their mother tongue.

It was hard, but you resisted the temptation. As soon as your lips mouth the final syllable, your world spins. You almost lost your lunch as you instantly felt like you'd been propelled forward. One moment, you were in your bedroom in Gehenna, and the next, you stood on the red carpets of Abaddon, looking down that all-too-familiar hallway.

Your eyes landed on a demon leaning against the wall, a black crop top resembling other biker jackets that reach the same length as the top, with spikes that adorn their collar and shoulders. His bulging muscles and choice of clothing looked scary, but as soon as Zalgrok saw them coming down the hallway, he smiled, picking his hands out of his pockets. “Hey, His Majesty is waiting for you.” Your eyes dart around the empty halls. But just like before, there were no signs of people. “Where is everybody?” The smile falters momentarily, his eyes darting to the ground, trying to think of an untrue excuse. “Asmodeus ordered everyone to leave, but he's in one of our private rooms with the other kings!” He smiled, pointing at one of the doors, a door to a room you haven't seen before. It looked different from fancy dark wood with golden embroidery.

This time, you walked up to the door. Zalgrok followed behind his hand, itching to reach out and touch you. He perhaps curled his fingers and interlocked them with yours.

He never gets to play with his Majesty's favorite toys, and yet here they are now, their ass swaying as they walk tantalizingly.

Before he could even react, it was too late. As quickly as you came in, you left. Zalgrok clicked his tongue in annoyance before turning on his heel, not wanting to stay longer to hear what would happen on the other side of that door.

The room was dark, with only as much light as the scattered candle could provide. Rose petals scattered all across the floor. A wide variety of sweets, chocolates, and fruits decorated the table, although some looked half-eaten.

Wrapped gift boxes litter the ground around the couch, some smaller than others. And at the center of it all, on a large bed, the devil of lust himself thrilled across the furniture as usual, his nude self dressed nicely in a tuxedo. His hair was slicked back and done into a bun. He smelled of Ivory and rose petals as if he had just stepped out of the shower.

“Happy Valentine's Day, my dear~! Poor baby must have been so lonely…” he purred as he opened his arms to beckon you to climb into them when he saw you approach him. You've never been so happy to see Asmodeus that you practically skipped toward him, but before you could get close enough to even touch him, a repellent tentacle wrapped around your throat rather harshly, pulling you back with enough force to make you stumble into something.

The tentacles slip from your throat, replacing it with a firm hand.

“So, is this what you do when I'm not here, whore yourself out to the nearest devil?” Leviathan hissed in your ear. He loosened his hand just enough to have you turn your head to look at him. You could barely see anything but his scowling face, but you could have sworn he was wearing a suit, too. Your suspicions are quickly confirmed, your heart jumping out of your chest as you see another devil seem to come out of himself, finally showing himself.

The buzzing of flies becomes louder until they coagulate into one spot, Beelzebub appears as the horde disperses. He was also wearing a suit; however, it seemed that he had either forgotten or did not care to finish his green tie, as it simply hung over his neck. He spent no time taking off the jacket part of his suit immediately before letting out a relieved sigh. “These things just aren't for me…Glad you liked the eye candy, though, babe.” You watch helplessly, trapped in Levi's arms, his hand still wrapped around your throat, only putting pressure when Beel gets close. “Touch them, and I'll kill you…” He snarls.

"Hate it or not, you still agreed. It's too late to back out of it now, Leviathan." Lucifer, whom you had just noticed, had been sitting idly on the chairs facing the bed, swirling a glass of wine in his hand as if he were some vampire out of an old film before taking a sip.

“I can feel their delicious greed from here. They must love their gift." Mammon smirked. Levi's hands were long gone, replaced with his large, firm ones wandering to your butt.

“Slut better like it because I'm not doing this again…” Satan growled, feeling something tug tightly around his palm.

Asmodeus finally got up from the bed. From the other side of him, you see Belphegor, his tie loose, one of the buttons of his polo shirt undone, and his head resting against his hand. Asmo squishes your cheeks together playfully, shaking your head. “Now it's time for our Valentine's Day gift!” The wicked smile on his face when he said that made your hair stand on end. Your eyes went wide as you felt the thundering in your chest; shoot…again, you had forgotten; if you had known days in advance, you would have prepared at least something. You sputter out pathetically, "But I didn't bring anything…I'm sorry." The kings around the room went silent before bursting out in laughter.

“They said ‘they didn't bring anything’… How cute!” One of them mocked. Even Asmodeus struggled to contain his laughter as the hand that squished your cheeks together rushed to cover his snickering smile.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you felt heat rush to your face.

“Stop, don't laugh!! You don't understand!” You hiss to at least try to explain yourself, but instead, Satan approaches close enough to weave his hand in your hair and yank your head up to look at his wide-eyed, toothy grin.

“No toy; you don't understand.” He lets it go over your head before unraveling the thing around his palm. A red ribbon.

“You are the gift.” The realization hits you like a truck before anything can truly sink in.

“Strip them," Leviathan commanded with a hiss as Mammon’s big hands grabbed the fabric of the outfit you picked out, thinking it would just be you and Asmodeus.

“So sorry we have to ruin your outfit, dear; it's cute, it really is, but it would look better on the floor." Asmodeus laughs, licking his lips as he hears the fabric begin to tear.

“I'll buy them new clothes, something far better than these worthless rags!" Mammon grunted with each flex of his muscles.

The last piece of clothing rips off you, falling to the floor and revealing lovely lace underneath. The kings in the room hummed in delight, except for Leviathan and Asmodeus, whose moods were opposite.

“Fucking worthless slut…Just what were you planning on doing with this, huh?!” Leviathan grits his teeth, his hand harshly grabbing the delicate lace, caring little for how his claws dug holes into the fabric.

And, of course, Asmodeus responds with a catty grin, fueling that fire of jealousy.

“Beloved, if I had known you would come see me in this, why? I would have canceled plans and just had you all to myself.”

Satan snarled before finishing Mammon's job, working with Leviathan to tear apart the lacy undergarments, abandoning them in shreds of cloth on the floor.

“Such heathens…” murmured Lucifer, ignoring the bulging tent in his dress pants. Watching every move Satan made as he used the ribbon to tie you. Even with Mammon, Leviathan, and Beelzebub holding your arms and legs as Satan began to work, the binding, occasionally with a ribbon, would twist and fold with every imperfect knot. His eyebrows furrowed until he finally got up.

“Move, you're not doing it right." He ignored Satan's glare as he snatched the ribbon.

"It's like bandages; let me do this." Lucifer couldn't help but sneak a small kiss from your lips, his fangs catching your lips and causing soft, supple skin to bleed, which excited Beelzebub, who had been playing with your hand before. He didn't waste any time in fear that some other devil would steal a taste of your sweet red blood. He moved in as much as he could, forcing your head until his mouth could reach yours. His tongue glides across your bleeding lip, getting every last drop of your delicious blood. Beelzebub shivers at your taste, unconsciously trying to press his body against yours, tongue immediately moving into your mouth.

As Lucifer almost finished wrapping your body, you felt the ribbon tighten against your skin before the demon tied it into a neat little bow. Your hands and legs were still free, but not for long, as Satan handed Lucifer more ribbons for him to work with. You were too occupied with Beelzebub’s mouth and tongue to care that Mammon was holding your wrists together for Lucifer to tie up until a neat little bow.

Beelzebub, finally having his fill…for now, breaks away from you as Mammon and Satan move you toward the bed. “You look so beautiful like this." Whispered the Mammon, looking at you as if you were his greatest treasure. Satan snarls as he moves his body in between your legs, keeping them nice and spread, grinding his hips against yours. "Nice and fuckable; can't wait to leave you sore for weeks.”

You see Asmodeus off to the side, grabbing a present off the floor. "Is that for me? You ask, and he smiles. "Yes, well… Yes and no. It's for all of us~" With such precision, he picks at the ribbon at the top of the bow, slowly peeling it loose. The ribbon slips from its knot. He peels open the wrapping before putting his hand into the open box. Taking out a bar with two cuffs on the end. His thumb applies pressure as the bar springs longer.

“This will keep you nice and spread; we don't want you closing those pretty little legs now, do we?” Asmodeus smirks. Satan chuckles, practically snatching the spread bar from him, fastening each cuff onto your legs.

You had completely forgotten that you weren't the only one on the mattress when you felt a hand caress your cheek.

“I hope you're grateful that we're doing all this work for you," Belphegor said, his other hand diving below to unbutton his belt. He scoots up till his crotch is right in your face. His hand palms his balls underneath his underwear before taking out his hardening cock. “Be a doll, won't you?” You know exactly what he wants as he touches your head, getting you for a taste. Belphegor’s head tilts back as he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock. Bobbing your head up and down, taking it deep just the way you knew he liked it.

With your tongue swirling around the head, your mouth suckles his tip before taking him down to the base. His cock is squeezed by your throat with each suck.

Your legs quiver when you feel a hand around your throat again. Leviathan collects are done clearing out how well you're taking another demon down your throat. “Cock-hungry slut, look how well-trained you are at taking cock. How come you're not well-trained with me?” Leviathan's hand squeezes your throat as you gag around Belphegor’s cock. “Fuck, keep choking them! Damn throats getting tighter.”

With your choked-out sobs and moans, Satan, who has been grinding his bulge against your core this whole time, finally gives in, pissing out a string of cuss words, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to fuck them! I'm going to fuck and feel them cum around my cock!” His hands shook, undoing his pants and sliding them down just enough. Take his cock out. His hard, leaking cock pressed against your entrance, and with one hand, he guided his cock till his head was pressing right against your hole, applying enough pressure to open for him. His other hand slid against your body, occasionally grasping at the ribbons. You squirmed as you felt the edges of the ribbons bite into you as they tightened against your skin.

“Don't struggle if you don't want the ribbons to hurt.” Lucifer scolded. Asmodeus added, “Be a good toy, and let us use you till you break.” You strain your eyes, trying to look to where the voices are coming from, and that's where you see Lucifer in a chair and Asmodeus standing across from the bed, both playing with themselves, Lucifer palming and groping his cock through his underwear and Asmodeus stroking himself, his pants long since abandoned as well as most of his suit.

Your cheek gets a light smack from Leviathan. “Hey! Don't look at them! Look at me! Or do I have to choke you harder?"

This was all too much with Leviathan's hand on your throat, applying pressure before releasing and squeezing again all the while. Belphegor is now trying to fuck your throat, as Satan is now starting to ram his cock deeper inside, grabbing and clawing at your plush hips. His big demon dick forcing you open makes you take him.

It was all too much! Squeezing your eyes shut, the pleasure and pain overwhelmed you so much you couldn't hold back your tears.

“Fuck, they're crying! That's so hot…” Lucifer hissed, his palming motions now turning into jerking as he fucks his hand. Your legs shake as you can't hold back your orgasm, your screams muffled by the cock in your mouth as you squeeze Satan's cock for all He's worth.

“Oooh fuuuck, never thought I'd find someone trying to scream with cock in their mouth so hot! Satan snarled, his hips driving into you, chasing his orgasm.

"I'm going to cum! Gonna fill that throat, swallow it all, take it, all of it!” Belphegor growls, his balls heavy and full of seed slapping against your face.

Satan was not too far behind as his eyes were falling back. “I'm going to come too; we're going to soak you with demon cum! Take it all! Take all we fucking give you!

Belphegor's hand digs into your scalp as he's using your throat for his pleasure. He slams his hips against your face before stealing them. You swallow every last drop of his seed. As Satan slams one final time inside you, your walls suck every last drop of cum out of his cock.

Try not to cough and sputter, as Levi's hand is still around your throat.

Finally, you can breathe as the king of sloth removes his cock from your throat. And the king of wrath finally slips out of the core, watching his cum dribble out of you.

“Let me rest for a bit; I'm okay with watching for now…did way too much.” Belphegor groans as he rolls on the other side of the bed. Belphegor was still hard, but he had his fill. Why would he want to do more when he can just watch the show and get off till you get fucked by multiple people, just like the porno he would watch every night?

“You took them so well; you did so well…my sweet treasure.” Mammon purred with his hand, squeezing your chest and pinching your nipple.

“I bet the stupid whore is hungry for more…” Leviathan growls, his hand moving from your neck to your cheek. Getting into your face, he demanded you open your mouth. Practically forcing it open with his hand, he spits right onto your tongue. “Swallow." He commands, and you obey, having no other choice but to follow these demons every command as you are tied up and helpless.

“Fuck their mouth, Levi,” Beelzebub said, putting a hand on your head, running his hand through your now messed-up hair.

“They would like that, wouldn't they? Are you so much of a whore that you will take cock from any person who will give it to you, hm? Do you want to drink my cum?" Levi asked condescendingly, with a confident smile that made you want to spit in his face. But right now, as Mammon was taking the cops off your legs, preparing to turn you around onto your stomach as his hands were sneaking handfuls of your ass, you did not care.

With your hands tied behind your back, you couldn't provide any support for yourself as your face was shoved against the pillows.

You heard Asmodeus moan, “Mm, what a delicious sight~! I can still see Satan's cum running down your leg, but I bet that that sweet little body of yours can hold more.” Mammon smiles at his colleagues and lets out a devilish laugh.

“That's the plan. Our sweet gift deserves everything they're given…”

“Spank that ass red," Satan adds. And Mammon is happy to oblige, as his big hand comes down on one of your cheeks hard and fast, a sharp smack fills the room, and it wasn't before long that another one comes down again on you. His big hands are filled with your ass as he spreads you open. He didn't have to prepare for his big size, as you were wet enough for him to slide in with one thrust; despite having Satan, you still stretched around him, letting out a shaky squeal.

Despite not wanting sloppy seconds from your mouth, Leviathan couldn't handle the way you looked right now as he began to unbutton his pants. He took off his belt, fastening it around your neck, using it as a leash and collar. He grabbed hold of the leather, lifting you prematurely before placing another pillow underneath your head. And another one underneath your chest, making sure you are comfortable before fully removing his pants and getting onto the bed.

“This is where you belong…This is your place…underneath beings that are far stronger than you. Being nothing but a fuck slave for demon cock!” Leviathan did not give you the same luxury as Belphegor when he waited for you to be ready; instead, Leviathan immediately began a brutal pace. Forcing you to take more and more of his cock with each thrust, pulling on his makeshift belt leash. All the while, he tugs on your hair. Desperately bucking his hips as much as he can.

Your whole body rocks back on Mammon's cock just to be bounced forward, getting choked by Leviathan's dick. The two demons kept up. The demon of greed behind you occasionally slams his hand down on your ass, making you squeal around Levi's cock. Mammon’s eyes roll back as he feels himself getting close. You're squeezing him home, milking his cock, and the slapping of his skin against yours was too much for him to take.

“You're so good; you feel so good! Doing such a great job for us! Take everything we give you! You deserve everything!"

Beelzebub opens another gift box, ripping open its ribbon to reveal a vibrator. He smiles as he turns it on; his hand snakes underneath to press it between your legs.

You squeal and squeeze around Levi's twitching cock and tighten around Memes as your legs shake from the vibrating pleasure and the cock relentlessly pounds into you. Another orgasm rips through you. Your moans alone were enough to make Leviathan cum down your throat while calling out your name. Levi pulls out a little too late. He's still cumming cock, jutting another pump on your face.

“You're so beautiful, like this…." You think you heard Leviathan say, "You are too cum drunk to even think.

With Levi now gone and Beel pulling the toy away from you for a moment, Mammon flips you onto your back. Putting your legs over his shoulders, jackhammering down inside you to chase his orgasm, your whole body shook and squirmed as you whimpered broken sentences that were only chuckled and awed at. The huge man above you slammed his hips one more time before stilling, filling you up more with his cum. He let his cock stay deep inside till he was finished before slowly pulling out. Even with how deep he was fucking you, his cum still spilled out of your hole.

Beelzebub licked his lips, watching Mammon off you. “Finally, let me taste you…”

"I've had enough watching..." You didn't even realize Lucifer had approached the bed until you felt him pull you into his lap. “Are you still here, Child of Adam? Surely, this isn't all you can take.” This cock sat between your legs. You unconsciously ground your hips down onto him as he helped you guide him inside. Beelzebub finally climbs onto the mattress, leaning his head forward until his tongue touches your collarbone. Beel turns on the vibrator once again, pressing it between your legs.

“Don't worry about moving. Just sit there and take it," Lucifer murmured, his sharp teeth nipping at your earlobe as he got a good handful on your hips and started to move and grind your body against him. Your walls squeezed and milked him as much as you could, all that delicious cum from the other kings drooling down his cock onto his balls. For a little while, Beelzebub playfully fiddled with the ribbons that stretched all across your body while he licked, sucked, and bit wherever he could fit his mouth.

You felt his tongue glide across your chest, giving extra special attention to your nipple. You watch Beelzebub's cock bob in front of you, your arms struggling against the ribbon bindings, aching to touch.

“Show me those delicious tears again, child of Adam. You cried for Belphegor…Why don't you cry for me too?” Lucifer purred, dipping his head to the nape of your neck before sinking his teeth.

“The best way to make them cry is to make sure they're nice and overwhelmed with pleasure," Beelzebub smirks, turning up the setting. You throw your head back. “B-Beel! P-please! T-too-too much! So sensitive!”

“You scream his name but not mine…I'll have to train your throat again later,” Leviathan growled.

Beel applied more pressure on the toy as he went for your neck. His tongue strips across the sensitive flesh before sucking. All the while, Lucifer sucks and nibbles at some more parts of the other side, his cock sliding deliciously against a sensitive spot inside you.

“Oh God! Oh fuck!" Your whole body shakes as you cum again.

“There is no God here…” Beelzebub grins as the other kings approach closer toward you, laughing coldly.

“No one can save you now! You're going to stay here and take cock for the rest of your pitiful human life.” Asmodeus purrs, stroking his cock with the other Kings slowly stroking. All you can hear is their wet cocks as they prepare themselves for another round with you.

Asmodeus's smile turns into a dastardly smirk as he turns to the demon of gluttony, “Beelzebub, once Lucifer is done, let's both pick them up and stuff them at the same time. Beelzebub stopped biting at another part of your body to return Asmo’s toothy grin. “I like the way you think, you horny bastard…”

Beel gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling away.

Lucifer, with the new room that Beel gave him, spun you around before you began to bounce on his lap. With only your shaky legs holding him as he grabbed at your hips to support you. Seeing your eyes swollen and tears dried on your face as well as your cock drunk and glazed look in your eye. Whatever restraint Lucifer had left snapped, bouncing you hard up and down on his lap. He wrapped an arm around your back, bracing himself with each thrust.

Seeing your ruined face, he knew he couldn't last. Lucifer wanted to wring out one more orgasm from you. This is heavy; balls slap up into you. His lips brush against your ear, his sinful words as he nips your earlobe.

“Do you know what you do to me… to us? All these devils are hard because of you. I am swollen because of you.” His tongue glides across your lip before kissing deeply, his tongue tasting yours in a messy, hot kiss that made you clench around him.

“You did this to us. You drive us crazy to the point where all we can think about is filling you with cock and cum. Your soft skin, your tears, and your cute little screams are addictive.”

“Are you going to cum, sweet child of man?”

"Are you going to squeeze me like you did the other devils? Is this sweet little hole of yours going to worship my cock?”

He rolled his hips, grinding through your orgasm as he came with you, crunching his teeth and silencing his moans into hisses. Even though he just came, it wasn't enough. It will never be enough.

Beelzebub stopped you from falling from Lucifer's lap. Grabbing your bound-up wrists before pulling you toward him, he picks you up in his arms as you instinctively wrap your legs around them as Modius comes up from behind, giving you extra support. "Upsy Daisy, don't want you passing out on us…”

“We should hurry. I don't think our precious present can hold on much longer." Asmodeus says, pressing his lips against your shoulder blade.

"Damn it! I wanted another turn!” Satan snarled.

“We have all of Valentine's Day to enjoy our gift." Mammon smiled, relaxing against the chair that Lucifer was sitting on. Enjoying the sight of Asmodeus and Beelzebub trying to fit their cocks inside you at the same time.

“Come on, sweetling. You can do it; I know you can.” Asmodeus whispered once Beelzebub was inside, he squeezed himself in. He not only felt the squeeze of your tight warm walls but also the delectable pleasure of another man's cock sliding against him. Asmodeus didn't even hide how good he felt when his eyes rolled back, and he moaned.

Beel’s mouth was wide open. If he didn't move right now, he was going to burst, so he slid against your velvet walls, making enough room for himself and the other devil.

Asmodeus kept up with Beelzebub, pressing kisses all over the back of your neck. His pathetic whimpers and whines made you clench around the both of them. You are doing so good taking them both. The other devils watching you were just as entranced as the two taking you. Never had they seen you so fucked out and cock drunk. You didn't even know what was happening, as all you did was press yourself against Beelzebub and take it. It was a beautiful sight. The tears are flowing from your cheeks, and drool is running down your face. With the ribbons binding your body, you have entirely given up, completely at their mercy, all of them.

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beuxwhoyouare · 4 months ago

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Never Wanted Kids

Brooklyn looked up at her boyfriends domineering stature. A cold look remained on Louis’ face…except it wasn’t Louis giving Brooklyn the cold shoulder.

“I don’t know why you followed me to the gym BROOKLYN. You’re pregnant and can’t do shit. You’re just holding me back from getting a good pump. Kinda like that night we got you knocked up.” Louis taunted the pregnant woman sitting on the bench in front of him.

“Brook…you don’t have to be like this. I’m sorry. I’ve learned my lesson…just please give me my body back.” The docile women replied quietly not trying to give away their truth out loud to avoid looking absolute insane.

The pair had been dating for years and Brooklyn always made it clear she never wanted kids, but that never stopped Louis from finding ways to go in unprotected. When that wasn’t enough he switched out her birth control until one day he got what he wanted. Brooklyn was devastated and rightfully felt violated. Something snapped that day for her.

He wanted a kid so badly then she was gonna give it him. Days turned to weeks turned to months of research before she finally found the pieces to exact her revenge. One night she prepare the ritual while Louis slept, while the results weren’t immediately apparent Brooklyn went to sleep that night hopeful the next day would be the response to the nights’ magical ceremony.

That brings us to today. The woman 7 months pregnant woke up with none of the aching back pains she’d been feeling but instead an aggressive sexual vigor. As she swung her feet off the bed she was propelled up by a foreign strength.

She didn’t need a mirror to confirm the new truth she lived. She grimaced with satisfaction knowing she was done with the misery. She went to the restroom to go examine the body she long observed but now could fully take advantage of. As she callously took off any clothing she was wearing she stood in front of the master bedroom en suite mirror and began stroking the very thing that impregnated her.

She knew the show would be in eye line for “Brooklyn” when she woke up. Adding grunts and moans to put on an even more primal display of the swap that just occurred. She could feel a climax coming when a scream came from her side. The realization that her boyfriend was aware of his situation and what was going on in front of her was enough to do the trick.

Rope after rope coated the mirror and nearby sink. She got some on her finger and satisfactorily walked out of the restroom nude to greet her new baby momma. As a shocked Louis tried to question what Brooklyn did she silenced him with the finger she wiped the mirror with. Like he forced her to do what he wanted she channeled that energy now.

“Lick it clean.” Brooklyn demanded.

As Louis tried to protest and move away, Brooklyn used all his former strength to keep her in place. He was stuck and he knew it. Resigned to his current situation he obliged.

Louis continued to beg and plead with her to give him back his body but that didn’t stop Brooklyn from going to the gym and test her new body. If he wanted a kid he could have it but that doesn’t mean she was going to sacrifice the life she wanted to have. Freedom, youth, and now….it may be different but so much sex. She may not have the same equipment but she still have things anyone can work with. Looks like she’s going to make ‘Louis’ bisexual now. She wasn’t going to let the limits of one abusive man stop her. She thought as she gallivanted across the gym restroom half naked after her post-workout shower.

All the energy spent crying and pleading forced Louis to crash once the couple returned home. Plenty of time for Brooklyn to pack a go bag and leave this chapter behind. Being ripped away from her life sucked but not as much as having that kid wouldn’t have.

#identity theft #male body swap #body swap #ftm switch #ftm body swap

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flowmorepump · 2 months ago

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phant0mth1ef · 11 months ago

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fuck the big 3, it’s just big ME.

“woah! and l/n y/n shoots ahead of the crowd during the tightrope stage, are we sure her quirk isn’t too overpowered, eraserhead?!”

“yes, mic. we’re sure. she has a range.”

you were currently in the number one spot, just ahead of todoroki and bakugou as you ran as if your life depended on it, your arms pumping vigorously at your sides as the blood flowed through your veins.

you were waiting. waiting for the percect moment in the space time continuum, stragetizing, calculating. after all, your quirk was portals, you could open up a portal and walk out at your desired destination, but in order to do so, the timing must always be right unless you want to end up stuck in space.

there was always a distinct moment in which you could travel through a portal, get sucked into the galaxy, and quickly travel through in order to reach your desired destination. all of which is done in the short span of 10 seconds.

bakugou and todoroki had breezed past you by now, their quirks propelling them forwards as you waited for any distinct shift in the air, any sign.

and there it was, the smallest change in the way the clouds were shifting. your opening. you’d quickly opened a portal, getting through and zipping it shut as you ran inside the room you’d been trapped in, quickly reaching the end and opening up your exit portal.

if you were a second too early, or a second too late, you’d be lost in space forever. but your timing was impeccable as you walked through the last portal, your victory secured as you smiled up at the crowd.

you’d looked back, an angry bakugou, a nonchalant todoroki, and a disappointed midoriya.

“tch. space freak.” bakugou walked into your shoulder, causing you to stumble slightly.

you grinned, you could win this whole festival.

#mha #myheroacademia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki

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unknownati · 7 months ago

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v. retwist

a/n: boomshakalaka u give ekko a retwist n help him sweat it out after! sorry i have like 2 fluff fics and an angst fic lined up for him too. god knows if i'll post them tho

for the record, i don't rlly like (I HATE IT SO BAD HELP) this fic, but i saw a few people excited for it and i feel bad so 💔 come get ur dinner

christmas fic otw too maybe sumn with au claggor...

warnings/tags: lowercase intended, no use of y/n, no description of reader's physical features, fluff to smut, modern!ekko, implied black!reader (just a bit of aave lol), fem!reader, oral (reader and ekko receiving), hair pulling (minor but if you've gotten your hair pulled after a fresh retwist/braids...yk.), switchy reader and ekko, ekko's a munch 😕, whiny ekko, prolly a little ooc, this was written at night guys please cut me some slack

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"ow!"

"now you know that shit didn't hurt. stop moving."

"baby, i'm tenderheaded--oww!"

you scoff, your thighs pressing into the sides of ekko's head to keep him in place. every movement you made was met with a small wince, and every wince was met with a scoff and a roll of your eyes. his hands, littered with calloused scars, flew up to meet the meat of your thighs. the tips of his fingers sunk in, making small dips in your skin.

"you're dramatic. hold still, 'm almost done."

your fingers and wrists have been aching from the repeated motions made on the thick locs. the throbbing between your fingers didn't help, either. your legs cross over his shoulders, your ankles meeting at his sternum.

thoughts wandered, and your eyes eventually lost the thoughtful gleam in them as you zoned out in the soporific task of parting the last few locs.

part, gel, twist, clip. part, gel, twist, clip. part, gel, twist--ekkostopmoving--clip. part, gel, twist, clip.

eventually, you were done, and you stared down at the simple maze of white squares atop deep skin. "all done. that wasn't so bad, was it?"

ekko keens, touching his fingers to his raw scalp.

"mmh..."

you press a kiss to his temple, twisting open the greasy bottle of braiding foam and pumping it atop his head. a shaky exhale pushes through his nose upon the cooling sensation, his shoulders relaxing for the first time in four hours when your fingertips massage the mousse throughout his scalp.

your rigid thighs finally release his head from their grasp and you sit back on the bed. ekko excitedly propels himself off the ground and into the vanity, craning his neck down to inspect you work.

"wow, 's beautiful, firefly. thank you."

"mmhm, i know. you're welcome. your girl comes in to save the day, yet again!"

he faces you with his soft eyes and dopey grin, walking back over towards you. quietly, he moves the comb, clips, gel, and mousse onto the floor and grips your ankles, spreading your legs.

your face makes the quickest change, your stomach twitching as you start to sit up, but your movements falter when he just kneels between your legs and lays himself down on your body, head cradled on your shoudler.

"oh." you mutter, shaky fingers reaching up to caress his cheek. the oils you used to moisturize his hair crept down the side of his ears and cheeks, leaving them greasy.

his automatic reaction was to tease you. you could feel his smirk against your chest. "what? did you expect some type of payment?"

"no!..." a beat. "...maybe. i did sit there for four hours."

warm breath blows against your collar bone, a small laugh. smooth and silky. plump lips meet your clavicle, his fingers walking their way up your side. you shifted away from his hand with a breathy giggle, the act feeling like a tickle. his mouth pulled into a smile as he trailed up your neck, his hand following the same direction up your shirt.

before you know it, his lips are on yours, and his palm is kneading at your breast which he gained access to by pushing the cup of your bra up.

the kiss quickly turned desperate, from slow and sensual to greedy and messy. your tongues were practically fighting with each other, your breaths growing heavy.

he pulled away for what felt like a agonizing eternity to shrug his wife-pleaser off and pull your (his) t-shirt off of you. his eyes fell on your figure, an enticing sight that made his sweatpants grow uncomfortably tight.

"quit staring." you whisper, though you're staring equally as much as him. from his broad shoulders down to the small trail of hairs that ran into the peeking band of his boxers.

"sorry, 's hard not to. you look so good."

your ears heat up at his words as you watch him get off the bed, kneeling on the same pillow he sat on while you did his hair. his hands grabbed your around your ankles and pulled you toward the edge of the bed, smooching your waist as his hands swiftly tugged down your shorts.

he pushes your legs open by your knees, his kisses getting tantalizingly close to your throbbing heat.

"ekko," you whine, just to be met with a shit-eating grin. his arms wrap around your thighs so his hand can easily reach your clothed clit, his thumb pressing into it, rubbing feather-light circles.

"hey, maybe i should just do this since you were so mean while doing my hair. you think this'll be enough to make you cum?"

you groan, a sound rooted so deep within your core that it sounds like a growl. your hips shakily push against his thumb.

"ekko please don't play with me right now—"

he readjusts you quick, laying your hips flat against the mattress again.

"stop moving."

your eye twitches and you couldn't stop your hand from flying down into the neatly array of locs and metal clips in his head, tugging lightly. but to a tender head, that slight tug was like a lash.

"ow!--☆, that—"

"s-stick your tongue out."

ekko hesitates, but doesn't waste any time after you tilt your head expectantly. his tongue lays against his bottom lip, glossy brown orbs watching as your free hand pulls your panties to the side. before you even push his head down, his tongue is flat against your clit.

your head falls back against the sheets, a blissful sob reverberating through the walls and calling back to you, ringing in your ears.

his lips wrap around your clit, sucking lasciviously at the bud. he quickly started to remember why he fucking loved eating you out, your wetness like a sweet liquor that got him drunk every single time.

it almost felt perverted, the way his eyes squeezed shut and his brows furrowed upon tasting an acidic nectar on his tongue. he got off on your noises alone, the way you writhed above him, the way you cried out in pleasure, he drank it all in, too quickly. it filled his brain with a buzz, all his thoughts coming to a halt until all he could focus on was you.

well, kind of. he wasn't focused enough to hear your multiple pleads for him to slow down because you were close already. he was too busy devouring you like you were his first and last meal.

"c-cumming, fuck, ekko—i-i'm cumming, slow down," you moaned, white knuckling the sheets below you in attempt to keep yourself physically grounded.

his eyes squeezed shut as you shivered, your orgasm crashing down on you like a tidal wave.

you had to physically push him away from you because you were already overstimulated, pressing the ball of your palm into his forehead to push him away.

"f-fuck. holy shit." you gasp, barely able to catch your breath.

after a few moments of speechless panting, he looks up at you and sighs. "y'didn't have to pull my hair." though he was joking, you couldn't help but feel bad.

"i know, sorry baby. c'mere."

he stands up and lays down next to you, his lips and chin coated in a thick, clear layer of your arousal. you giggle, thumbing it off before kissing him.

"your turn?" you ask with lidded eyes. you can see his face light up, though he tries to play it off. he fails.

"yes. please."

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"f-fuck, oh m'god, firefly please.."

you've switched positions, with you kneeling between his legs. you've been stroking his length and taking inches of him in your mouth for what has felt like a decade, taking your torturously sweet time with him.

the image was beautiful, a thin veil of sweat coating his mahogany skin, his tip angrily crying every time you slowly pump up and squeeze around the base of the head. his eyes were glossed over, looking down at you with pleading eyes. every movement you made had him twitching, his muscles pulsing with each wave of pleasure that crashed within his core.

"shhh, hol' still, y'know it'll feel good when i'm done. can you do that for me, ekko? stay nice and patient and pretty for me, like you..." you tightly gripped the base of his dick, hearing his breathy whine being ripped from his throat, "aaallllways..." you stroked upwards, watching how he struggled to keep his eyes locked with yours. "do."

he nods, but you can tell he's struggling because he's really fucking close, but you're proud of him for listening.

"words?"

"shit, y-yes, i can. i can baby."

"good."

you only give him a couple seconds to relax before his tip is touching your uvula, a shocked gasp tearing from him. it only takes 4 seconds before he's spilling down your throat, apologizing profusely through restrained moans.

"fuck, h-holy shit," he gasps. you smile.

"that's what i said earlier!"

he rolls his eyes, pulling you up to lay next to him.

"thanks baby."

"...i dunno why you thankin' me yet, i ain't done with you."

#ekko smut #ekko x you #ekko x reader #arcane x you #arcane x reader smut #arcane x reader #arcane ekko #arcane lol

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crazy-rafe-madler · 7 months ago

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Attack On Titan

Jealous Levi x Reader

A/N: not exactly following the events of the battle, but I really wanted some jealous Levi so enjoy!

The screams of soldiers and the thunder of Titans filled the air as you sprinted across the rooftops, ODM gear propelling you forward. The fires from the Colossal Titan’s explosion lit the night like a funeral pyre, casting a hellish glow over Shiganshina. Your heart pounded as you leapt, dodging chunks of falling debris and the scattered remains of comrades.

You had barely survived the explosion alongside Hange. The rest of your team was gone—dead in an instant, consumed by the blast or crushed by falling rubble. Their screams echoed in your mind, haunting you as you fought to keep moving. There was no time to grieve. You had to live, if only to make their sacrifices mean something.

Somewhere beyond the walls, Levi was fighting. The thought of him battling the Beast Titan alone made your chest tighten, but you buried your worry. There was no time for distraction, no room for hesitation. The chaos of war demanded focus, and your feelings for Levi—feelings you had never dared to voice—were a vulnerability you couldn’t afford to show.

“Stay close, Y/N!” Hange called, their voice sharp and commanding, though grief was evident beneath their words. “We can’t afford to lose anyone else!”

You nodded sharply, determination masking the turmoil beneath your calm exterior.

When Zeke and the Cart Titan began retreating with Reiner’s body, you saw your chance. Hange was far behind you, and you weren’t going to let the enemy slip away. With a burst of speed, you pursued them, your ODM gear slicing through the smoke-filled air.

“Stop them!” you shouted, your voice raw from the heat and ash.

The Cart Titan growled, its claws swinging wide as it tried to deter you. You dodged easily, adrenaline pumping through your veins as your eyes locked on Reiner. He was vulnerable—injured and barely conscious. This was the moment to end it.

You landed on the rooftop ahead of their path, cutting off their escape. The Cart Titan hissed at you, its claws scraping against the rooftop as it crouched low in a menacing stance.

“Get out of my fucking way,” you snarled, your voice dripping with fury as you glared at the grotesque beast. “I’m ending this!”

Reiner’s human form stumbled toward you, his face contorted in pain and frustration.

“You never give up, do you?” he rasped, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

You didn’t respond. Words were meaningless now. Your blades were too worn from the battle to be of use, so you engaged him with your fists.

The fight was brutal and raw. Reiner was strong, but you were faster, ducking under his strikes and delivering precise blows that sent him reeling. For a moment, you had the upper hand, driving him to his knees.

But then his hand found a blade lying amidst the debris. With a sudden burst of strength, he swung it toward you. You dodged, but the move left you open. He tackled you to the ground, using his weight to pin you.

Pain exploded through your side as the blade plunged into you, the sharp steel biting deep. You gasped, blood spilling from the wound as Reiner shoved you toward the edge of the rooftop.

“Die already,” he muttered, pushing you over.

The world spun as you fell, your vision blurring from the blood loss and the sheer drop beneath you. Just as you thought the end had come, strong arms caught you, jerking you upward.

“Y/N!” Jean’s voice was desperate as he held you tightly, his ODM gear anchoring you both to a nearby rooftop.

He landed carefully and laid you down, his face pale as he took in your wound. “You’re okay. You’re okay,” he muttered, as if saying it enough times would make it true.

Your strength was fading fast, but you managed a faint smile. “Thanks… Jean.”

“Don’t talk. Just—just hang on,” he said, his hands trembling as he tried to stop the bleeding. He brushed your hair from your face, his touch gentle despite his panic.

Far below, Levi arrived in time to see you collapse. His chest tightened as he saw Jean holding you, his hands on your face and your blood staining his uniform. A dark storm of emotions churned within him—worry, fear, and something far more bitter.

Without hesitation, Levi shot toward you, his movements fueled by pure adrenaline.

Levi landed beside you, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. “Move,” he barked, his voice sharp and commanding.

Jean hesitated, his hands still on you. “She’s hurt bad—”

“I said, move,” Levi growled, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Jean reluctantly shifted back but stayed close, his expression tense as Levi crouched beside you. Levi’s hands were steady as he pulled out his medical kit, cutting open your uniform to access the wound.

“You’re an idiot,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low but trembling slightly. “What the hell were you thinking, taking on Reiner alone?”

You tried to respond, but the pain was too overwhelming.

“Don’t talk,” Levi said firmly, his tone softening. “Just stay awake. Look at me.”

Jean knelt behind you, holding your shoulders to keep you still while Levi stitched the wound. You winced, the pain sharp and biting, but Levi’s steady presence grounded you.

“You’re going to be fine,” Levi said, though his jaw was clenched tight. “But you need to stop closing your damn eyes. Focus on my voice.”

Jean glanced at Levi, his worry plain on his face. “She’s losing too much blood—”

“I know,” Levi snapped, his irritation masking the fear gnawing at him. He worked quickly, his hands deft as he sealed the wound.

Once Levi finished stitching you up, he gently lifted you into his arms. Jean followed closely as they made their way to the top of the wall, where the wounded were being treated.

When they reached the top, Jean sat down with you cradled in his lap, refusing to let go. Levi crouched beside you, his face carefully blank as he cleaned your wound again, his sharp eyes watching for any signs of infection.

“You’re tougher than you look,” Levi murmured, his voice so low you barely heard him.

When the treatment was done, Levi placed his hands on Jean’s shoulder. “Let me take her,” he said, his tone more a command than a request.

Jean hesitated, his grip tightening on you. “She’s fine here—”

“Give her to me,” Levi interrupted, his voice cold.

Jean finally relented, though his jaw tightened as he watched Levi carefully shift your head into his lap. Levi brushed your hair back, his touch uncharacteristically gentle as he watched your pale face.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

He kept you in his lap for a long while, his fingers absently stroking your hair as the others worked around them. Only when Sasha was brought nearby did Levi reluctantly lay you down beside her, his hand lingering on your shoulder before he stepped away.

When you finally opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Jean leaning over you, his face lighting up with relief.

“You’re awake!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking slightly. “Thank god. I thought…” He shook his head, his expression softening.

You tried to sit up, but he gently pressed you back down. “Don’t move. You need to rest.”

As you processed his words, you noticed the others nearby. Hange stood a little apart, their sharp eyes darting between you and Levi, who stood silently a few feet away. Sasha and Connie waved weakly from their spots, their smiles a welcome comfort.

Jean hesitated, then blurted out, “You know, back in Trost… I kissed you. After that mission. Do you remember?”

Silence fell over the group like a hammer.

Your cheeks flushed. “Jean…” you began, but his earnest gaze stopped you.

“I thought I was going to lose you then. And now… I can’t stop thinking about it,” he admitted, his voice soft but unwavering.

Levi’s expression shifted—subtle, but telling. His jaw clenched, and his steel-gray eyes darkened, flicking from Jean to you. The muscle in his cheek twitched, his emotions a storm just beneath the surface.

“It was just a thank-you,” you said quickly, your voice steady but your heart racing. “Jean, you’re a good friend. But that’s all.”

Jean’s face fell slightly, but he forced a smile. “Yeah. Sure.”

Hange smirked knowingly, their gaze flicking to Levi, who looked away sharply, his fists clenched at his sides. The tension was palpable as the others began to disperse, Sasha and Connie throwing sympathetic glances at Jean as they left to rest.

Hours later, the quiet night blanketed the wall. Most of the squad had fallen asleep, their exhaustion overtaking the remnants of tension. You were awake, sitting quietly against the cool stone, your wound freshly bandaged and throbbing dully.

Levi approached from the shadows, his movements silent as always. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes scanning your face with a rare vulnerability.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low and even.

You shook your head. “Not with everything that happened today.”

He sat down beside you, close enough that you could feel the faint warmth of him. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the day hanging heavily between you.

Finally, he broke the silence. “Back there, when Jean said that…” He hesitated, something unusual for him. “It pissed me off.”

You blinked, startled by his admission. “Levi…”

He turned to you, his gray eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “I’ve seen too many people die, Y/N. Too many people I cared about.” His voice softened, the hard edges smoothing slightly. “I didn’t think I had room for this anymore. For you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your throat tightening as his words sank in.

“But when I saw you fall,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, “I realized I couldn’t lose you. Not like this.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You were too stunned, too overwhelmed by the depth of his confession.

Levi’s hand reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against yours. “I’m not good at this,” he muttered, his cheeks faintly pink despite the night’s shadows. “But I’m not letting you slip away. Not now. Not ever.”

This time, you found your voice. “Levi…” you said, your own voice trembling, “I’ve felt the same. For so long.”

He leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. When you didn’t, his lips met yours, firm and warm, yet achingly gentle. The world seemed to still, the horrors of the day fading into the background.

When he pulled back, his eyes softened, a small, rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Good,” he said simply, his voice laced with relief.

You rested your forehead against his, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. Despite the war, despite the loss, you had found something worth holding onto. And you knew Levi felt the same.

#attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader

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liliesonthego · 9 days ago

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Bandaid Kisses

Summary: You accidentally punch Baku in a fight, but offer him compensation.

Pairing: Park Humin (Baku) X reader, ex-friend Seongje x reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Word count: 2.8k

Authors note: I lowkey want to do a part 2 showing Seongje and readers past friendship. Also this is not proofread so sorry if there's mistakes :D

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Your heart was pumping harder than it ever had before. You could feel your pulse engulf your body with every pounding step you took. The sharp wind nipped at your face as you ran fast to the rooftop. You were thanking the heavens that you had asked Juntae for his location after you had found him and the others in shambles after their fight with Hyoman.

"Juntae, I told you I'll always be there for you. I’ll always fight for you. Don't hesitate to text me, okay?"

You'd been best friends since you were young. You were both enrolled in the same summer camp, and you had saved him from being beaten by a group of young bullies. Since then, no one dared mess with him.

It was harder to protect and stand up for him once you guys reached high school. He had gone to Eunjang, and you to Kanghak High School. You had been trying to teach him to stand up more for himself, and with an extra push from his newest friend Sieun, he had finally fought back against his bullies. But now he and his new group had gotten into more trouble than they had hoped for.

You had met the rest of them when they were volunteering, deciding to tag along with Juntae. You had slipped in easily to the group, your dynamic complementing them nicely. Baku and Gotak were impressed with your boxing experience and easygoing attitude. Sieun admired you for sticking up for your friend. You were glad Juntae had good people around him now. You had no problem drawing blood for them.

You finally reached the stairwell that led up to the roof, and with one last gasp of air, you climbed until you reached the door. As you pushed it open, your eyes immediately darted to Juntae. He was being held by the collar of his shirt by a kid that goes to your school—one of Seongje’s cronies, no doubt.

"PLEASE STOP!" he pleaded.

All their eyes darted to you, your own blazing with a red-hot fury at the scene in front of you.

"Oh, fuck this." The boy from your school shoved Juntae into the fence beside them roughly.

Your feet moved before your brain could catch up, rage propelling you forward. Without a word, your fist connected with his jaw in one clean, brutal punch.

He dropped to the floor, hand holding his nose, blood flowing easily from it.

"I hope that'll make you think twice next time," you snapped, voice low and shaking with fury. “Touch him again, and you’ll lose teeth.”

Behind you, Gotak lunged for Seongje, determined to land one more punch. Seongje easily overpowered him and threw him next to Juntae on the fence. With a deep sigh, he turned to you, a sarcastic smile appearing on his face.

"I didn't know we'd be seeing each other today. You look pretty, did you dye your hair?"

You rolled your eyes at his nonchalant attitude. "Some people really never change, huh," you mumbled. "Leave my friends alone, got it? I won't ask again, so just listen."

He studied your face for a moment, hands dipping into his pockets. "You should join the Union. The offer is still on the table, you know. We could do great things together." He took a step toward you, his face uncharacteristically serious now. "We used to be friends, after all, hmm?"

"Yeah, until I realized you were a lost cause," you spat at him. "You took advantage of my kindness. I won't make that mistake again, and I would never join your little gang of idiots."

He chuckled lowly. "Well, how do you say we should settle this then? You know I don't like hitting girls."

"What a gentleman. Let me do all the hitting then."

You didn’t wait for a response.

With a sharp inhale, you launched forward, fist flying toward his face.

He dodged with ease.

Another swing—he tilted back.

A kick to his ribs—he sidestepped smoothly, annoyingly calm. Like this was nothing.

"You always did have a temper," he said, ducking a punch aimed straight for his jaw.

“Shut up,” you growled, managing to land a sharp hit to his shoulder that actually made him stumble back a step. The satisfaction was short-lived. He straightened up, rolling his arm, smile fading just slightly.

Then you landed a second punch, this time to his cheekbone. His head snapped slightly to the side, and for a moment, he just stood there. Silent.

You took another breath, ready to keep going but this time, he moved faster.

Too fast.

Before you could register what was happening, he caught your wrist mid-swing and twisted it behind your back as he held you firmly against his chest.

You thrashed against him, teeth clenched in fury.

“Still so dramatic,” he murmured, breathing only slightly uneven, his lips beside your ear. “I didn’t lay a finger on you. You threw every punch.”

As you were mustering up the strength to escape his grasp, the door to the roof opened and Sieun stepped out, eyes focused and sharp.

"Aishh," Seongje exhaled behind you. "It's always something."

He threw you to the side and you landed hard against the floor.

"Hold her," Seongje ordered his two minions.

Before you could get up, you felt two sets of hands grip your arms tightly. You struggled to escape, but their hold was firm. In front of you, Sieun and Seongje began to fight, brutal and bloody. Punch after punch after punch. You felt helpless.

Seongje was clearly winning. Sieun must have known how it would end. You were really beginning to lose all hope when suddenly, Sieun grabbed his glasses, ripped off the side, and plunged it into Seongje’s foot. Seongje screamed, his voice tearing through the air.

You felt the arms holding you loosen slightly in surprise. This was your chance.

With a sharp twist and a surge of adrenaline, you yanked one arm free and slammed your elbow back into the stomach of the guy on your right. He grunted and stumbled, and with that tiny opening, you spun and kicked the other one square in the knee. He buckled with a yell.

You didn’t stop.

The first one lunged again, but you ducked and drove your fist straight into his ribs. He keeled forward, and you grabbed him by the collar and kneed him in the face. Blood spattered your shirt, but you barely registered it.

The second guy came at you swinging, sloppily.

You dodged left, then right, and you punched him—

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

He fell to the floor with a thud.

Again and again, your fists hit his face, raw knuckles colliding with skin and bone. Everything, your fear, your rage, your helplessness, spilled into every blow. You didn’t even know if he was still conscious. You didn’t care.

“Hey—hey!” a voice shouted, firm and familiar.

Hands wrapped around your waist, trying to pull you back.

You spun around wildly and punched the person behind you straight across the face.

There was a stunned silence.

Then—

“Ow!” Baku muttered, holding his cheek, blinking in shock.

Your eyes widened in horror. “Oh my god—Baku—”

He just raised one hand to stop your rambling, still rubbing his cheek. “It’s fine. Honestly, I should’ve seen that coming.”

You stared at him, breathless, trembling, blood on your fists. “I thought you were—”

He stepped closer, his voice gentler now. “I know. It’s okay.”

You glanced behind him, seeing Sieun passed out on the ground, Juntae and Gotak kneeling beside him, but their eyes were focused on you and Baku.

"Is he okay?" you asked Baku, eyes wide in worry.

"He will be, but we should get him out of here."

You nodded, heart still pounding in your chest. The blood on your hands felt hot and sticky, a harsh contrast to the chill in the evening air.

“Okay, let’s go,” you said immediately, already moving toward Sieun.

—

The four of you had successfully removed Sieun from the rooftop and brought him to Juntae’s hideout at Eunjang. You had cleaned his wounds, and now he lay silently on the floor, his chest rising and falling with every breath he took. Gotak and Juntae had left to grab some ramen for you all, leaving you and Baku alone.

You gently covered Sieun’s body with a blanket and turned to face Baku, who was sitting silently against the wall opposite you, lost in thought.

Your eyes focused on the gash just below his eye, dried blood already crusted over. Guilt simmered low in your stomach, and you silently grabbed the first aid kit, crossing the room to settle on your knees in front of him.

Your finger gently moved a piece of hair from in front of his eyes, which shook him out of his daze.

He blinked, eyes refocusing on you as if seeing you clearly for the first time. “What…?”

“You were zoning out,” you said softly, hand now hovering uncertainly between you. “You okay?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. Just stared at you. Like your touch had pulled him from somewhere far away.

Then, almost reluctantly, he nodded. “Yeah. I just… didn’t expect you to do that.”

You smiled and wordlessly took a cotton swab and moved to clean the cut you gave him.

"You don't have to," he muttered lowly.

Your hand hesitated in the space between you two.

"I know, but I'll feel guilty regardless, even if you said it's okay. So please just let me."

His eyes softened and he nodded.

You dabbed gently at the cut, the cotton swab stained red as you worked in silence. He didn’t even flinch, just sat still, eyes locked on your face. You could feel the weight of his gaze, but you didn’t look up. You could feel your heartbeat quicken.

Then his eyes drifted lower to your other hand, the one still resting on your lap, bruised and swollen from earlier. His fingers moved slowly, gently brushing over your knuckles, as if afraid to hurt you. You froze.

“They look worse than mine,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

You finally looked at him. His eyes weren’t teasing or amused like they usually were.

“I’ve had worse,” you said, though your voice came out quieter than intended.

He didn’t move his hand away.

After a moment, he spoke again. “You and Seongje… were you close?”

You blinked, startled by the question. “What?”

“Gotak told me,” he explained. “Said you used to be friends.”

You sat back slightly, confusion and a touch of discomfort settling on your face. “Yeah… we were. A long time ago.”

His hand dropped back to his lap, but he was still watching you carefully, waiting.

You sighed, still dabbing softly at the cut. “He wasn’t always like this, you know. Back then, he was just some loud kid with too much energy. We’d hang out after school, talk about dumb stuff. He was my friend.”

There was a heaviness in your voice now, and you paused before continuing.

“But then he started getting involved with the wrong people. Union. They recruited him. He said they respected him more than anyone else ever had. I told him it was dangerous. That the things he would have to do would be unforgivable.”

“And he didn’t listen,” Baku guessed.

You nodded, staring at the floor. “No. He said I was jealous. That I wanted to control him. So I walked away.”

Baku was quiet for a long time. Then, he said softly, “That must’ve been hard.”

You shrugged, trying to brush it off, but the way your fingers curled slightly over your bruised knuckles betrayed you.

“I kept thinking maybe he’d come around. That he’d wake up one day and realize how far gone he was. But he just kept sinking deeper into it. And the more I tried to pull him out, the more he pushed me away.” You unwrapped a bandaid and softly pressed it over his cut. You then sat back next to him against the wall. The soft orange light of the room bathed over you two.

Baku nodded slowly, his eyes still on your face. “So when you saw him on the rooftop…”

“It wasn’t just about him hurting Juntae,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “It was everything. The years of trying, the silence after, the way he looked at me like I was nothing. Like I’d never mattered.” You gulped deeply, swallowing the years of pent-up anger. “Some people really are just helpless cases.” You hung your head low.

The room settled into a comfortable silence, the two of you deep in thought. You slowly raised your head and rested it on your pulled-up knees, head turned to look at Baku.

"What's on your mind?" you softly whispered.

You waited as he gathered his thoughts. He exhaled and tilted his head back to rest against the wall. You could see his hand tightly clenched by his side.

"I'm sorry."

You chuckled. "Hey idiot, I punched you. Why are you apologizing?"

He turned to see your smile, and you raised your eyebrows at him in question.

He hesitated. "I'll make sure what happened today never happens again. So don't worry."

"Ah, so that's what you meant," you said quietly. He had blamed himself for what happened. It was no secret that the Union wanted him, desperately. Eunjang was the only school in their area that wasn't a part of the gang. And Baku wasn't any ordinary student. With him, they'd be almost unstoppable.

"Look," you started. "If you're gonna try and blame yourself for what happened, stop. It's not your fault that people are assholes, okay? What's the other option anyway? You join them and help them bully helpless people? You really are an idiot..." you trailed off.

Baku looked at you in surprise. For a second, he seemed like he wanted to argue, like he had something to prove, but the words never came. Instead, he just stared at you, his jaw tightening slightly before softening again.

“You really think I’m an idiot?” he asked, but there was a faint curve to his lips now, the smallest trace of a smile.

You rolled your eyes, but your voice stayed gentle. “If you keep blaming yourself for things that aren't your fault, then yeah. A big one.”

He laughed under his breath, shaking his head as he looked away, the tension in his shoulders finally easing a little.

You leaned back beside him, your arms brushing as you sat in silence for a moment.

“I know what kind of person you are, Baku,” you added quietly. “You fight for people who can’t fight for themselves. That’s not something to be ashamed of. That’s something to be proud of.”

He looked at you again, really looked this time, and for a moment, there was nothing else. Just the quiet space between you.

"You know..." he hesitated. You turned your head to look at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "You know... my cheek really hurts. You punched me too hard," he said with a pout.

You smirked. “Oh, you want another one? I can balance it out.”

He laughed, leaning slightly away as if to shield himself. “No thanks. I’m not trying to lose both sides of my face.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a shove, and he let himself fall back dramatically with a groan. “Seriously, I’m impressed,” he said, sitting back up and grinning. “I’m never making you angry. Lesson learned.”

“Good,” you said smugly.

“But,” he added, tilting his head with exaggerated thoughtfulness, “I do think I deserve some sort of compensation.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Compensation, huh?”

He nodded solemnly. “A fair price. You marked my gorgeous face.”

You pretended to think for a moment, then leaned in slightly, your eyes flickering to the small bandage just beneath his eye. Without saying anything, you pressed a soft, careful kiss to it.

When you pulled back, his eyes were wide, lips parted slightly like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

“There,” you said, voice soft and teasing. “Does it feel better now?”

He stared at you, still frozen. Then he started stuttering. “I—uh—yeah. I mean. It—uh—it definitely helped—”

Right then, the door swung open.

“WE GOT FOOD!” Gotak shouted, holding up two bags like a prize.

Juntae followed behind, peeking over his shoulder. “Did we interrupt something?”

Baku practically jolted upright, clearing his throat and scooting an inch away from you without thinking. “No! Nope. Not at all. Just… talking.”

Gotak squinted at him. “Why’s your face red?”

“It’s not!” Baku snapped a little too quickly.

You just grinned, already reaching for one of the bags. “You guys took forever.”

Juntae glanced between the two of you, eyebrows raised knowingly. “We can go back out if you need more time.”

“Juntae,” Baku warned, voice strained.

But you just laughed, your smile lingering even as you opened the food. “Relax, Romeo. Your compensation’s been paid in full.”

And Baku, still blinking and red-faced, couldn’t argue with that

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Synopsis: Rob Lucci was obsessed with you the moment the inner beast caught your scent in Galley-La. Now all alone after trailing you for a month, he finally manages to catch you and make his desires known.

Themes: yandere!rob lucci x gn!reader, yandere, dub con, mentions of beast (leopard), half-shifted lucci, feral lucci, hunting, tracking, nudity mentioned (reader and lucci), kisses, confessions of love, biting, licking, marking, leaning into a little bit of monster-loving, sfw - no smut, I think hybrid au? Hybrid nature, mentions of 'mate'.

Edit: shifter Rob Lucci, not hybrid 🖤. Thank you anon!

Notes: Yandere Rob Lucci has been on my mind lately. He needed to get out.

Tag list: @gingernut1314 @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @feral-artistry @sordidmusings @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @i-am-vita @sunflowersatori @extremely-ashtridic

His eyes snapped shut as a deep shudder coursed through his body, tingles shooting sparks of ignition down his spine and up to his head. He parted his lips and inhaled a sharp, hissed breath as his canines extended, his eyes reopening and slitted pupils expanded to eclipse his irises with a feral animosity. Your sweet scent swelled his heart, his lungs ignited as his blood began to pump at the thought of the hunt recommencing.

It had been months of withholding you from his thoughts, pushing his urges for you down as he focussed on his missions and orders granted to him from Cipher Pol. After finally being granted a small reprieve between assignments, he allowed himself the luxury of beginning his pursuit of your trail once more.

He left Hattori behind at his base, truly not desiring the pigeon to witness his carnal desires overcome his usual stoic and cold nature. Never truly giving into his Zoan Devil-Fruit, he usually has the beast lingering and lurking beneath the surface. In truth, he had never truly desired to give in to the animal nature, desiring to remain cool and level headed in his ruthless brutality.

Until that one time your sweet scent shot through his nose and ignited his feral need to state a claim for another being.

Meeting you and the rest of your crew at Galley-La, he was struck by your appearance and that gentle laugh you offered the sniper, Usopp, when he recounted a tale of his youth at Syrup Village. Everything seemed to slow in motion, his heavy breathing and dilated pupils were the only sounds within the crowd as he lay struck and fixated on every movement.

He was struck dumb by your laugh, the smile held him hostage as it softly spread up your lips and painted your cheeks with your joy. It almost made him wish to fling his plans of betrayal to the wind and sink his claws and teeth into you and hold you close. His needs tugged at his heart, his instincts and animalistic nature keening and screaming at him to give in and claim you as his. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and committed your fragrance to memory.

The taste of your skin on the wind propelled him to drive harder, push his body further, and fully give in to his cravings for you as he felt his skin shift and split to make way for fur and claws. Rolling his shoulders back, the muscles compacted first before straining to enlarge with his beastial form.

His legs picked up as the wind brushed past his face with quickened pace. Each stride had his blood boiling, his heart soaring at the knowledge that you were getting closer and closer with each feral leap and spring he made. Another factor he took into consideration was ensuring you were far enough from your crew to not call for help. The scent of the Straw-Hats were no longer lingering near you, and he was desperate in wanting to claim you as his all alone.

Slowing to a soft prowl, his eyes finally met with your form. Stooping low, you filled up several cantinas of river water and placed them within a wicker basket to return to your crew. He inhaled deeply to catch your sweet scent on the wind, his purred growl exiting his lips with a lengthy exhale to process it.

Head snapping upwards, you attempt to locate the source of the guttural sound. The small twitch has Lucci’s stomach coil tightly and jaw falling slack at the sight. You were just a meek little thing. So defenseless and unprotected.

As you return to your duties of filling up the final cantina for your crew, he watches as you take a moment to look around for any danger before stripping yourself down to your undergarments and retracting your towel from the basket beneath the water containers. His breath hitches as you strip yourself bare and slip into the reeds, all exposed for him and relaxed beneath the sun.

Laying flat on your back and remaining buoyant and floating in the freshwater, he remained helpless and observant in knowing you had stretched far from his reach at this moment. His devil-fruit had claimed his ability to swim, but his need and desire for you only grew the moment your warm flesh lay bare before him.

He made himself small, lowering himself to the ground and his claws dug into the ground the longer you eluded him. If you would venture closer to the bay, he could easily capture you in his clutches and tug you away from the shore.

Lucci was a patient man, his work undercover in Galley-La for five long years was a sentiment to his persistence and perseverance. His body began to slowly rock from side to side, pacing as his muscular shoulders rolled with each crouched motion as he lay fixed on your form. Nothing could break him away from this concentration, you were the only thought occupying his mind.

The moment your hand brushes with the side of the floral riverbank, Lucci pounces. His half-shifted body springs forward, capturing you from the water and tugging you towards the ground cover of underbush. His hand finds your lips, clapping his palm over them to stifle your muffled scream.

The panic is written on your face as Lucci cages you beneath him, ensuring your legs remain well hidden in the shrubbery by tucking them beneath his thighs and wrapping his patchy tail around them. His dangerous, golden eyes beam down at you, his canines extended and his muzzle-like jowls pull back to reveal his pointed teeth to you.

Fear tainted your scent, the air tasting bitter and tart mixing with your natural sweetness the longer his beastial form pinned you beneath him. He could see in your eyes, and feel the vibrations of your whimper beneath his palm, that you expected to die at this very moment. He leaned down further, hovering his open mouth over your jugular and feeling your throat gulp back and stifle your shock.

Clamping your eyes shut, all of your thoughts are on your crew. You were foolish to assume you could ever have a moment of peace while traveling with the Straw-Hats. Thinking you could indulge in your desires for a short dip in a warm ravine, you truly had no idea that your day would end like this.

The sworn enemy of your captain, a dangerous Zoan-Fruit user taking shape in his leopard half-shifted form and caging you beneath him. His breath felt hot on your neck, and his teeth threatened to puncture the skin and claim your life as his trophy. As you prepared yourself for your final moments alive, you furrowed your brows and reopened your shocked eyes.

A coarse tongue lolled out and grazed your throat with a slow and deliberate flicker. You gulp back your shock as another intentional stripe was made against your pulse, his teeth now nuzzling you with his snout and huffing your flesh like an addictive fragrance. Your body shook in shock as he pressed more of his body against yours, his radiant heat keeping you warm as he licked off the dewed droplets of water from your skin.

The clawed hand began to caress your cheeks beneath his grip on your lips, his tongue and teeth continuing to grind against your pulse and taste your flesh. Your body responded to him by arching your back and betraying any thoughts of attacking him as he savored your flavor with a purred hum. You bit back a gasp as his teeth begin to mouth at the sensitive point beneath your ear, gently biting and marking you as you lay captured beneath him.

“Finally alone,” he purred against your skin, nuzzling his muzzle against your skin, “Finally within my clutches.” He licked a long stripe up to your chin and flicked his coarse tongue over it. You shudder, shivering as you unintentionally hide your body beneath the warmth of his larger frame. You round your eyes, looking up at his face as he hovers over your own.

His eyes hold a possessive and captivating aura within them, your breath stolen from you as his human form begins to return to his features. His eyes remain slitted and blown with desire, but his body falls back to the form you are more familiar with. Slowly removing his hand from your lips, his gaze focuses on the way they part and gasp for air beneath him. Each soft inhale had a whimpered exhale, your fear still evident in your face as his bare skin warms your own beneath him.

“If you are going to kill me, kill me, Rob Lucci,” you whisper, darting your eyes between his and hardening your resolve. His chest rumbles with a growling purr as he rests his elbows by your chest and slowly slots his arms beneath your shoulder blades.

“Kill you?” he whispers, hovering his lips over yours and breathing in your air, “Whatever drew you to that conclusion?” He captured your lips beneath his in an open and possessive kiss, stealing a moan from you as he pressed his body flush with yours. The scrape from his cropped beard over your chin tickled against your flesh as he parted his lips and hummed into yours.

Blinking back your shock, you apprehensively hook your arms over his shoulders and hold him against you as you return the desperate and feverish kiss with a sweetness and timidity he was not expecting. The softer you returned his kiss, the more brutal he pressed his lips and tongue into you. If you attempted to retract from his lips, he simply arched his back down into you and pressed his entire mass flush against you.

The fact that you were both naked beneath the foliage cover had you feeling more anxious and concerned about being found. For Lucci, it felt as natural to him as sitting in the sun and enjoying it's warmth.

He enjoyed your touch so much so that it came to him like a breathy release of built up tension. His lips continued to mouth at you, his tongue caressing and grinding against yours as he claimed your desires and ignited his own desperation with each motion.

Finally pulling away from your lips, his eyes grew half-lidded and blown as he looked to the saliva connecting your parted lips to his with lust written in his blown pupils. He shuddered out a low and powerful groan as he looked to where his lips, tongue and teeth marked over your neck while in his beastial form.

“Mine,” he uttered darkly, slowly pressing his lips against your neck and holding them firmly against your skin, “Only mine.” You gulped, blinking back your shock as he continued to ravish you beneath the shrubbery. His lips felt desperate and warm, his voice now chirping and chittering as he happily lapped at your bruising and made them deeper in hue and rise higher in swollen texture.

The beast within him was chanting a single word alongside your name with glee, enjoying how your arms continue to hold him against you softly. Purring against you, he finally vocalized the word with a possessive growl against your skin.

“My mate,” he breathed out through his nose, lips continuing to press against your pulse as you freeze up beneath him, “All Zoan-Fruit users have one, and you?” he pulled away, hovering his face over yours with his eyes darkening, “Oh you, sweet thing.”

Nuzzling his nose against yours, he cooed and purred down at you while his eyes remained feral and possessive. Your own eyes widened as he uttered two words that would change your fate forever. The two words that had you screaming internally to flee and return to your captain, but your heart swelling and yearning to make those words true. He spoke them with such sincerity, you almost swooned at his immediacy.

“You’re mine.”

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