#and a big part of me was already forcefully ripped away from me when you left

[gomzdrawfr]

it's hard loving yourself

[namorslutfanfiction]

ok my mistake I just saw that in fact you already made a very similar one 😅. better a Namor request being jealous

thank you for the request!

Summary: Namor had been away for a couple weeks finally making an appearance at the UN for the first time. He returns home to find that you and Attuma have grown closer and he is feeling a little territorial.

Jealousy and fluff

Namor flew out of the pool of water and headed to your favorite spot. He would often find you amongst his paintings, reading or painting your own. It had been a long two weeks since he had seen you. His first appearance at the UN had been an astonishing experience and he wanted to tell you all about it.

As he neared the hall he heard your laughter followed by the deep voice of Attuma. Namor had left you with Attuma for your own protection. It was also a good opportunity to try out the new tech that Princess Shuri had created that would allow the Talokanil to breathe but also to speak when they were on the surface. From what he could hear, it was working well.

Namor reached the doorway and caught sight of Attuma with his arms around you as he brought you back down to your feet. The both of you were laughing and had paint spattered on you.

Namor felt his eye twitch and clenched his fist at your proximity to each other. He calmed himself and coughed lightly to get your attention.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," his voice had a hint of steel to it.

"My love, you've returned," you exclaim as you run into his arms. Namor held you close but looked at Attuma questioningly.

"K'u'kulkan, welcome back," Attuma said with a smile that fell at the glare Namor was sending in his direction.

You pulled back and cupped Namor's face with your hand, looking into his eyes with love and affection. Namor kept his arm wrapped around your waist as you spoke. "I am so excited to hear how it went. I haven't heard of any new wars springing up so it must have gone well."

"Yes, it did. What were you two doing?" Namor asked, glancing between you and Attuma.

"Let's show him Groot," you called Attuma the nickname as you walked over and let him lift you up by your waist onto his shoulders like a child.

"Groot?" Namor asked apprehensively. He didn't like that Attuma was touching you at all but he was intrigued by the fact that you were using him as your personal lift.

"He's tall like a tree like Groot," You answered with a nod of your head. You patted Attuma's head and steered him to a particular part of the painting behind you, "Alright Lanky, let me finish that line and then we should be done."

"Yes, little one. Please hurry, you are heavier than you look," Attuma chuckled and followed your hurried directions as you put the finishing touches on the painting.

Namor tried not to be jealous of your close proximity or the nicknames you had for each other. A part of him wanted to fly over, pull you from Attuma's grasp, and take you away. But he restrained himself, for now.

"Perfect!" You shrieked before patting Attuma's head affectionately, "Let me down now, big boy, the painting looks great!"

With little effort, Attuma pulled you from his shoulders, wrapped his arms around your waist and gently dropped you back to your feet. Namor watched closely as his hands had closed around your sides and slid down to your waist. He wanted to rip his hands off you. A soft but distinct growl left his throat when you hugged Attuma.

"Thank you so much for you help. If you weren't here I wouldn't have been able to finish it," You said as you embraced the tall warrior.

"I am at your beck and call, in reina," Attuma answered as he patted your head in a friendly manner.

"What is going on?" Namor asked forcefully.

Attuma noticed the rage that was boiling under the surface of Namor's visage but you were unfazed. With a spin and a pose you gestured to the wall behind you. "My love! I finished the painting! You weren't here but I really wanted to finish the top half, and Attuma has been helping me every day by lifting me on to his shoulder so I could reach the top."

You talked gleefully to Namor as you pointed out the changes you made and the colors you chose for the painting of the two of you that covered the lengthy wall. Attuma had stepped back to allow you both room to admire her work. Namor looked at the beautiful painting then down to you. He glanced at Attuma who chuckled at the look he gave him.

"I will take my leave now. I'm sure you have much to discuss," Attuma bowed to the both of you before leaving. You heard the splash of water as he jumped into the pool that would lead him back to Talokan.

"What do you think, my love?" You looked up at the painting.

Ignoring your question, Namor turned you to him and captured your lips in a searing and passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, and lifted you up off your feet. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulder, returning the passionate kiss. When you finally came up for air he hugged you to him possessively.

"It looks like someone missed me," You laughed lightly. You ran you fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek.

"Did you miss me, in yakunaj?" Namor asked softly.

"Of course I did? Why do you think I've been dragging Attuma in here to help me paint an enormous mural of us?" You couldn't help but giggle at the look on his face, "Why are you pouting? What was I supposed to do while you were gone? Sit here alone and do nothing?"

"I am not pouting. And yes, you were supposed to pine for me, my love," Namor said with faux seriousness.

"You're being silly. You got to go galivanting off with Princess Shuri while I get stuck here. It's only fair that I at least have the company of my guard," You chastised him.

"We were not galivanting, we were cultivating foreign relations," Namor pointed out.

"And I was cultivating a friendship with my guard as well as cultivating this beautiful, artful, and amazing painting of us that you have yet to compliment," You pinched his cheeks in frustration causing him to remove his arms from your waist and wrap his fingers around your hands.

"It is beautiful, in reina. Exquisite, but you could have waited until I returned. I would have been happy to help you," Namor said.

You let out an exasperated sigh before you gestured for him to let you back down on your feet. He obliged you. "Namor what is this really about? You're acting strange."

Namor paused, mulling over his response.

"Well, if you're not going to talk I'm going to find Attuma and tell him to take me back to the surface. I could us some sun," You made a move to walk past him but he caught your arm.

"Stop talking about him," Namor mumbled.

"What?"

"Stop talking about Attuma like he's your closest companion," Namor said louder, looking into your eyes.

"Oh my god. Are you jealous? You're jealous of Attuma," Your realization made you giggle. Playfully hitting Namor's arm you continued. "He's your cousin! We are practically family, silly man."

"I'm not jealous," Namor tried to say with conviction.

"Oh really? Then you won't mind if I actually go ask him to take me to the surface and accompany me for a stroll on the beach," You replied with a playful grin.

"No one will be taking you to the surface except me," Namor insisted fiercely.

You looked into Namor's eyes and could see the spark of jealousy but also a hint of insecurity. This strong king really loved you and was absolutely jealous of his close cousin. Not only that he really thought he might lose you.

The shift in your features confused Namor so much that he was caught off guard when you launched yourself into his arms and pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss took his breath away and made him forget where he was for a second. Every sense and nerve ending was focused on feeling your lips on his and your body pressed up against him. You released him and dropped from your tiptoes.

"I love you, K'uk'ulkan. You silly, jealous, gorgeous man. Don't ever doubt that," You reassured him.

His eyes looked into yours adoringly as he brought your hands to his lips to kiss your paint stained fingertips. "I love you, y/n."

"Now stop pouting. I'm starving and I want to hear all about your trip to the UN. Did you remind Shuri to take pictures? And don't forget Wakanda has that sparring festival next week." You pulled the Talokan King along as you left the hall.

"The sparring festival? Do you think Attuma would like to come with us? I owe him a sparring match, " Namor questioned thoughtfully.

"Do not use Wakandan festivals to beat up your soldiers, my love. It's unsightly," You replied back without a second thought.

"It would teach him a lesson about not touching what isn't his," Namor countered, entwining your fingers together as he matched your stride.

"And you said you weren't jealous," You stuck your tongue out at Namor before rushing off.

"I'm not!" Namor insisted as he gave chase.

...

AN: Hope that's what you were looking for.

[wszczebrzyszynie]

I think you once made a post about polish creatures/folklore, but it was a while ago. What are some of your favorite folklore stories or creatures?

Hmm. This is a fun one. The more i think about it, i think i like the slightly harmful demons; the ones that cant really fight with what they became, as a lot of slavic demons were normal people durning their life. First demon that comes to mind when i say that is strzyga (one of the vampire-like demons). According to the silesian version of strzygi (written by Dorota Simonides), they were born with two hearts and two souls, and they live their first life normally, as people, often unaware of their fate. Its only after they die that they realize what they really are; to survive they have to feed on living people, so that their bodies wont decompose. The reason why strzygi and other vampire like demons are interesting to me, other than the tragedy, i suppose, is how the belief in them affeced the real world at that time? Strzygi, like all other vampires, had different "origins"; in some cases they were born this way, in some they became one early in childhood (not getting baptised/getting baptised unproperly), by other actions of their parents (not being breastfeed, being born to unmarried parents), or later in life, by the choices they made (being greedy or cruel was mentioned there somewhere, and, obviously, suicide, the main thing that turned people into demons). So when someone died and was assumed to be a strzyga (or an upiór, or another vampire like demon, really), to ensure safety of the people around, they would be burried face down, or their body would get beheaded and the head would be burried in between their legs, or they would have a wooden stake stuck in their heart; if they would be burried at all, because according to advice for dealing with Strzygi from 1772, best way to kill it is by either ripping its heart out, put pig excrement in its mouth, or just burn the body. Theres also a mention of, hm, taking the blood of an assumed Strzyga, mixing it with beverage and drinking it. Im not a vampire person; i find them quite boring in most stories, personally, but i like all kinds of upiórs a lot because of the burial precautions taken againt them, as well as the idea of two souls, one of which keeps on forcefully reanimating the body. I think its more fun than other (popular) vampire media ive seen. I could talk a lot here about the nature of demons like strzyga and upiór because the thing about vampires is that they existed in different versions not only all over the world but also in different regions, meaning different parts of poland had different ideas and beliefs, but its such a long, complicated and vast topic im not really sure if i want to tackle it myself

Like i said, a lot of demons are created out of human souls, and there is often some tragedy to it... there was one very interesting read about Rusałki and how they try and fail to imitate human lives, but i dont remember how it was called and how to find it now. Theres also just a lot of joyful or hm, semi justified murder, which is very fun as well. Ive said so much about strzygi already i feel like i should leave it at that, so ill just mention; i like beboks of all kind (child eating boogeyman demons) błedne ognie (fake lights that guide people further away from the path), płanetnicy (cloud demons; id love to draw them one day, as theyre one of the more well described but still vague demons poland has to offer. I say vague, because they were described as older men, young but very tall people with tiny wings on the sides, androgynous looking beings, people with child bodies and heads of old men, normal looking people but with big heads, or people with black skin. The fun thing about them from an artist perspective is that they usually looked like people, so much so that they could step down from the sky and live among them again, but had long strings that reached the sky, that they used to arrange the clouds. A lot of the times described with giant hats, too), and skarbnik (most well known polish mine demon). I like nature related and house demons too, especially protective/neutral ones; something about living along with another being in either a mutual relationship, or not bothering them - they wont bother me kind of thing. I like it

[vibingandsimping]

Gonna do my best here lmao. I’m tumblr illiterate nowadays but I’m always a thirsty ho who never gets cold ykyk.

Not sure I wanna give actual name (sorry),

Nickname: Moon

Age: 30

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Likes: I’m a lazy bones, I have a disability so I spend a lot of time doing little crafty hobbies when I’m able to. I struggle with taking care of myself so I need a little extra help. I do love horror movies, reptiles, and my current hyper-fixations are BG3, undertale, and flip book animations. Sorry if that isn’t much to work with haha. I’m a big animal lover and have always had many.

Dislikes: Large crowds/overstimulating environments, early mornings, the current state of society lmao and people who lack patience with other peoples needs and struggles.

Romantic/‘intimate’ likes: I’m a sub through and through. I like to feel small and like for my partner to take the lead. I’m all about intense power play when it’s with a trusted partner. Some more I guess specific would be hypnosis, pet play, kidnapping (fantasy), CNC, sub training, objectification, humiliation, and like let me be clear that I love traditional house/trophy wife AS FANTASY. I don’t want to get it twisted that I can separate fantasy and reality and can practice things safely with a partner I trust. I like mean guys, gals and pals.

Physical description: Short and thick. I definitely have an ass and thick thighs. I would be comfortable describing myself as fat but still getting used to the term and how it’s being reclaimed. I have brown eyes and olive toned skin. Lots of black hair that’s a bit longer than shoulder length.

The only fandoms in the list I really know much about would be BG3 and Dead by Daylight. I love me some monsters so I’m down for that.

I hope I’m doing this right and not wasting your time with rambling haha. I love your work and regardless I appreciate your time! Absolutely no pressure!

🌑

A hoe NEVER gets cold. No worries, i’m still learning tumblr myself. I do like the inboxes, though. Honestly, it’s perfect for writers. Also do not apologize for not wanting to state your name! That’s why I included self-insert/oc if people wish for anonymity!

I am also disabled… so some of this hit close to home. :,)

Kazan Yamaoka would like you. It’d be more like a doll deal honestly. You wormed your way into his vengeful and hate-filled life. You showed him a semblance of kindness. Something he hadn’t felt in a long time. In turn, he gets to own you. Taking care of you financially and physically is nothing to him, honestly. It’s quite easy. Your needs are simple and helping you with tasks doesn’t take much from him. He’s strong and tall so he’s got that benefit.

He also takes very good care of you in bed. He’s more than happy to oblige to your kinks. It’s kind of a match made in heaven. He loves to feel big and strong. He’s got you splayed on the bed before him. His cock proud and daunting as it weeps. How in the hell are you supposed to take that? He growls at you in threat when you shrink away from him as he inches towards your face. His hand, so large it nearly wraps around your whole skull, grips your hair tightly. You part your lips in obedience as he begins to nudge them. His pre-cum coating your tongue as he slides each inch in one by one. You are already choking on half of it. His lips thin as he sneers at you. “I’ll turn you into my personal slut. I do like seeing you choke on my cock like a pathetic whore.” You moan around his length and he groans deeply. Fingers tightening their grip as he forcefully pushes a little more into your throat. Tears spring in the corner of your eyes as your airway is cut off. “Cry all you want, bitch. Fighting me is hopeless.” He glances down at you once more to confirm your desire. Then, he begins to fuck into your throat like the beast he is. Growling and ripping moans from you with each dirty and deprived phrase he utters. Your thighs rubbing together as your cunt clenches around nothing.

[yandere-sins]

A Merman’s Tale

I actually don’t want to say a lot, but it’s MERMONDAY! This chapter was a long time in the making and is also really long, but please enjoy getting fucked by a merman! (Also before someone calls me out, I know not all sharks use both their u-know-what to mate. But that is with other sharks, not humans, I don’t make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Warnings: Yandere, Lemon (Non-Con, Vaginal Sex, DVP, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Womb Penetration, Breeding, Unnatural Cocks, Anal Sex mentioned but not performed, Breasts mentioned, Licking, No foreplay but magical lubricant that helps with the pain! :D), Gore (Lots of biting and enjoying it, Blood Mention, Teeth Mark mention, Violence mentioned and performed), Mermaids, Big monsters with big features, Possessiveness, Threats, Pregnancy Mention, Mention of Abuse, Very long post

[Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3] - [Part 4]

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The relief to be out of the water was accompanied by a coughing fit as you were forcefully catapulted onto Atreo’s bed inside his home. Your body was winding and twisting to get even the last drop of the dreadful sea out of your lungs. Though hard and painful, you forced your torso up, sitting back to calm down. The fact you even survived all of this was ridiculous, but now that you were back in relative safety, you felt so damn hopeless.

With the faint light from above, you could see your reflection in the glass walls, the disheveled figure staring back being nothing like you remembered waking up the morning you fell into the sea. Your clothes were soaked, now fitting right in with all the water around you. When you reached your eyes, you saw how dull and lifeless they had become. Terrorized from so many near-death experiences, your expression showed exhaustion and surrender, a testament of horror.

And deep inside you, you were still afraid it wasn’t over yet.

You were toppled over by the weight of Atreo’s body crashing into you, an aura of urgency and need surrounding him as he pressed your back into the mattress. The wound in your shoulder was throbbing as more salt water dripped into it from the merman hovering over you. But he didn’t dwell above you, his already slippery body sliding down yours quickly, the realization of his neediness dawning on you.

His hands got tangled up in your clothes as you heard the distressing sound of ripping fabric. Atreo left nothing but pieces behind that crumbled off you, swaying in the water, before his face lowered to your chest, lips and tongue dragging over your skin, tending with unexpected gentleness to the little cuts he left with his claws. You jerked, embarrassed and hurt, trying to cover yourself. Even if the clothes you wore did little to hide you before, they always felt like your armor. But Atreo had ripped them apart as if they were nothing more than a fish in the sea, with no effort and even less hesitation. Stealing even the last bits of defense so he could get more of you.

Despite your reaction, you didn’t get far. Before you knew it, Atreo gripped your arm, turning you over forcefully so you’d be securely locked between him and the bed. Atreo’s sharp teeth nibbled at your back as you squirmed, trying to get away, but his face didn’t give you an inch of movement that could possibly put space between you. Never in your life had you felt so exposed and toyed with than in this moment, as the merman continued to do whatever he was planning, his mouth wandering to your right side.

Immediately, your struggles ceased as you cried out loudly, a feature you had been denied underwater, but not here where you could breathe. You wanted to thrash and punch him! But feeling his jaw snap into your lower back, sharp teeth drilling into your skin, you were left shivering violently instead, afraid that the bite would worsen.

“Stop! Stop, it hurts!” you yelled, choked up and ready to burst into tears. Underwater the pain had been an awful sting, but the squeezing of his jaw felt like it would crush every bone inside of you if he didn’t release you right that instance. You had experienced what your blood did to him, seemingly putting him into a trance that was hard to wake up from. Even if he managed to stop last time, nothing could promise this time. And if he did, it would only cause you to worry if he had even wanted to spare you back then, in the water.

Your fear, however, was unfounded, as Atreo did pull away after the initial bite, leaving behind the feeling of warm blood running down your side.

Risking a glance over your shoulder at him, you saw his tongue lap out to lick off the stains you left on his lips, his eyes deep and dark, filled with the image of the bite mark on your back. It was as if he was contemplating going for seconds, but suddenly they shot up to find your eyes, causing a menacing grin to spread on his face. “The pain will fade, little pearl. Soon you’ll understand what a pleasure it is to wear my mark,” Atreo reassured you, his voice an arrogant purr in your ears. But nothing about his looks or attitude was comforting. Not when he was saying it.

The merman leaned over you again, rubbing his nose over his first mark as if he was scenting a delicious trophy. Despite your meek protests, he pressed his arm into your shoulders, holding you down as he traveled to your left arm. Conveniently, from his position, you had little room to move, with his tail pressing down your lower body in a perfect curve against his. You realized soon that Atreo had planned to take even more from you, even against your will.

Mouth opening again, you felt him search for a perfect spot at the back of your arm, low enough so that moving it would hurt like shit. He was doing what any hunter would do, trying to keep you as still as possible while he did god-knows-what. Of course, another bite, another mark, was the natural result of him pressing his mouth into the soft flesh of your arm. You cried out, feeling so, so exhausted from the constant pain and fighting against this madness. When would it stop? Would he ever? You should have expected everything from him and nothing at the same time, but his free hand ran down your body to your hips, digging his fingers beneath your shorts.

“Ouch!” you complained. Everything seemed to get worse with the knowledge that if he wanted, Atreo could be gentle. But judging by the way he let his claws drag over your skin at any given chance and the rough pulls he used to tear down your shorts, he didn’t want to be gentle. He chose this violence over every sweet caress and tender moment with you. You didn’t even want him to treat you nicely, but at this point, anything was better than hurting all over. All he seemed to care for was his want for you to be equal to him; naked, with nothing between you two.

Atreo let out a deep, visceral growl when the last piece of fabric drifted away through the waves he created with his thrashing tail, your bodies pressing together. The sound of his feral growls echoed through your body, causing a sudden, unexpected clenching at your core. It didn’t mix well with the pain from the wounds carved into your body, but for a moment, it managed to get your mind off these burning marks. His scaled tail rubbed along your legs and exposed ass, now lying skin to skin with him, and Atreo wound himself to feel more of you—and you more of him.

Heat spread from where his scales met your soft skin, crawling up your body accompanied by goosebumps. Your breath became ragged, only half as much air filling your lungs as you felt the tingling arousal creep up your back. The sudden realization of how much you could actually feel of him filled your mind. His muscles flexed above you as they tried to hold you down while experiencing as much of you as you did of him, his breath against your arm just as short and tense as yours.

He had been trying to claim all your thoughts for himself from the very beginning, and much to your despair, he was winning at that.

At first, you didn’t notice the strange, new sensation that mixed into your perception of his body. Something else, something much more bizarre than the feeling of his scales or the obvious pain in your arm, settled between your asscheeks, protruding out of Atreo’s body. Warm and wet, it pushed you aside to make space for its size, splitting into two once it fully left the shelter it was kept in. It took you a few seconds to realize its presence rubbing against you, your body jerking upwards instinctively as Atreo was forced to pull away slightly to accommodate his cocks. But when you did, the visceral groan leaving him to quiver through your arm was what gave it away. You gasped out loud, shocked, and immediately flight instinct took over. Where would you go? You didn’t know, but you had to get away—more than ever!

Atreo unlocked his jaw again, blood dripping from his mouth as he reluctantly pulled away from your arm, leaving behind a tense feeling in your body. Yet the wound only throbbed dully in the face of more danger awaiting your below. However, the moment you tried to move it, it was like a muscle ache, just way, way worse. Perhaps after a few bites, you had become desensitized from the sharp, gut-wrenching pain. Still, even now, the tears shot into your eyes regardless of the feeling, knowing something much worse was yet to come.

“That-- You’re not serious, are you?” you whimpered sheepishly despite feeling panicked more than anything. Even if your mind revolted against pleasing him, your best chances were to stay on Atreo’s good side, and your mind instinctively knew to appear submissive to his liking. A strong, virile predator as he was could please nothing more than a sweet, submissive prey. If you wanted any chance of getting away, you’d have to play your cards carefully.

Feeling the firm, phallic-shaped objects rub against you with every slight move either of you did, you bit down on your lip hard, unable to stop thinking about what would happen. He was serious about this, you quickly realized. Lifting himself, Atreo took great pleasure in gripping your leg and turning you back over to face him, his eyes darting from yours to your breasts and halting there for a moment. A sound akin to an appreciative whistle escaped his throat before his gaze drove lower and lower. Your body was the only reflection in his eyes. Atreo looked at you like you were the most precious prey of them all, his gaze wild, animalistic, and yet adoring. He was hungry, desperate for you, even with the blood dripping from his mouth, making you realize he’d never be satisfied with just a bite—or three.

“I knew it,” he purred, the range of his sounds of lust being endless, raising goosebumps on your skin and spreading through your body like a wildfire. His tail thrashed in the water from excitement as he watched you like a spectacle, and you didn’t dare to do the same to him. You didn’t want to see what was waiting for you. Didn’t want to appraise him like he did with you. “My mate, the most beautiful of them all, look at you.”

You had no reason not to believe him. The image of you was embedded in his eyes, obscene and bare as you were. Yet, it brought him great pleasure, his nostrils flaring, hips jerking forward uncontrollably. Atreo was eating up every inch of you, burning the image inside his merman brain. What an ugly feeling it was to be desired by the creature you feared and hated most, but desire he did. So much so, you were embarrassed by the hunger of this starving beast, who was yearning to eat you. But how else were you supposed to feel when he was so sincere yet so dangerous? Who could blame you without experiencing it themselves? Raising your hands over your eyes, you simply wished to drown all the sounds, all the images and feelings. As if they were going to go away just because you weren’t looking.

Of course, that was not the reality. The reality was Atreo still holding on to your leg, slowly, deliberately pulling it up and towards him. His determination, to be closer to you than he ever had, was limitless, and you found yourself struggling with his vice-like grip on you even as you kicked and twisted your limbs. Dragging your leg higher, he roamed it with his lips, letting out satisfied, rumbling huffs as he kissed down your calf and to your knee, his sharp teeth always dangerously close to your body.

Once he reached your thigh, nibbling wasn’t enough anymore. As if you were a piece of cake, he had another agonizing taste of you, savoring the moment with his tongue probing at the wound appreciatively. Even your whining didn’t stop him from taking his sweet time lapping at your blood. You saw no other way to stop this but to push yourself up from the bed, gripping his hair and pulling as roughly as you could. Atreo groaned as you scratched over his scalp, fisting a handful of his hair. And his lips curled into a grin over his fangs seeing your feeble attempts to fight him. The sound rumbling out of his chest sent another shiver like electricity up your spine, embedding it in your memory. You felt a newfound pleasure tingling between your legs. It did cause Atreo to back off, not in the least bothered by your attempts to sabotage him. It was another display of your weakness, not even your attacks putting him down a notch. Seeing the defeat in your eyes, Atreo smirked, reminding you, “Try to stay calm, Pearl, or else I might bite a piece off next time.”

Without breaking eye contact, he licked up the little rivers of blood running down your thigh, making his warning all the more threatening. However, somewhere deep inside of you, you had already realized there was no use fighting against him over and over. No matter what you did, your struggles were in vain, as Atreo always seemed to have the upper hand. It was too early to give up, but after days of this and all that he put you through, you had reached your limits. Even if it was far from being over, what else could you have possibly done here to deter the inevitable?

Whenever Atreo shifted in his position, you felt the hot, eager cocks bopping from the opening at the front of his tail. They were waiting, preying on the warmth of your cunt just like their owner preyed on your innocent, little human life. It was only a matter of time until they would pounce, unable to wait any longer. You tried your best to ignore them, to not look at what would frighten you even more, but you were helpless to being alerted of their presence constantly. Even without looking in their direction, they seemed to spring into view every now and then as you looked at Atreo, even just from the corner of your eyes. Atreo’s gaze followed you as you gulped, allowing yourself just one glance below his pectoral muscles and regretting it instantly, draining all the blood from your head and turning you light-headed.

They looked small in Atreo’s hand as he gripped them both in one, slowly stroking up their lengths while he was still licking at your thigh, savoring your taste. Though, compared to your tiny human anatomy, they were massive. Aside from them being a twin pack, you had no doubts that they’d stretch you uncomfortably were he to use them both at the same time. They had unnatural looks, too, and you weren’t sure if that was supposed to frighten or arouse you more. One of them was thick, bulging out towards Atreo’s body. It stood hard and rigid, though the occasional twitch was hinting at his arousal. Beneath it, the second one was longer and seemingly smooth to the touch, rounded and less shaped like a cock but not less auspicious. You were sure it would go far if it got anywhere close to you. But despite their strangeness, in comparison to what you knew from humans, you were sure about one thing: Even without Atreo palming himself, he was more than ready for you.

Maybe it was the bloodlust, or he had a warped sense of desire for a creature not of his kind, but as much as it should have flattered you, you were appalled by the thought of having to take them into you. Kissing his way up to your knee, Atreo hummed against the flesh wound on your thigh. He seemed to be about to bite again when you subconsciously whimpered, drawing his attention to you. You had to think fast! Something, anything, to get him off his weird blood kink! “Please don’t! It really hurts when you bite me, I don’t want that… I thought you would protect me? I don’t feel safe…”

Though a weak attempt at persuading him, dirty in the way you used his words against him, Atreo finally let go, hovering over you as he brought his face to yours, littering it in soft kisses. “My amazing mate,” he addressed you, demanding both of your eyes on him again to know he had your full attention. You could never be sure what he was planning, but you reluctantly gave in. A smile settled on his lips as he saw eye to eye with you, gentle, kind, unlike the arrogant bastard he usually showed himself as.

“Little human, I’ll make it go away, alright? I’ll get rid of the pain and fulfill my promise. You’ve got nothing to fear now.”

Feeling him press up to you, his hands fell to your thighs, gripping them tightly before pushing them to the sides. Atreo made room for his massive body, and suddenly nothing of his words seemed like the truth. His heavy cocks fell to your stomach, sliding down as he adjusted his tail. “No!” you cried, pressing at his chest frantically as he probed your entrance, even the tip of his firmer cock spreading you beyond repair. “I’m not ready! I can’t! I really can’t!” you whined, pounding your fists into his chest, hoping to get him back to his senses.

“You can, and you will. Relax, tight one. Open up for me,” he purred, another sound that seeped straight into your soul. You realized all too late the power he had over you, his siren calls strong enough to force you into the submission you didn’t want. Perhaps it was lucky he was only probing you with one cock of his, but you still cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he forced himself inside, your back arching as you tried to accommodate the bulged cock.

Atreo’s cocks were already coated in a lubricant seeping out from their sheath, the fluid reacting with your insides, repressing the pain of the stretch. He grunted as your walls did their first, instinctual constriction, a groan escaping you as his tip carved its presence inside you. “It hurts,” you whined loudly, your argument lost as it was followed by a moan, your head falling back as you arched your body. It was strange. One moment you felt the pain of the mismatch of genitals you two had, but the next, it was as if the feeling was erased from your brain. You felt his warm lubricant mix with your wetness, your body betraying you as it welcomed him and the pleasure he brought. Even if your logical mind couldn’t understand what was going on, you were growing hotter and needier beneath the merman, almost eager to feel another inch of him inside you.

Lucky for you, the second cock slipped underneath, rubbing between your glutes instead. You feared it going somewhere else entirely, but Atreo made no effort to double penetrate you back and front, and you wouldn’t have reminded him of it, struggling as you were. In his hands, the cocks had looked tiny, but even just one deep inside your cunt was filling you to the brim. You knew it had to hurt, but whatever he had used to prevent that worked wonders beyond your comprehension. No, even worse than that, it made it feel good.

Letting out yet another moan, your legs closed around Atreo, accepting him inside until you felt his scales against your sensitive skin around your entrance. You weren’t the only one seemingly enjoying this, as Atreo’s body was heating up against yours, his voice escaping him loud and with no restraints, and his weight crushing you into the bed in an attempt to feel more and more of you. At the same time, his lips roamed you, lapping at you like a hungry dog at a bone.

“There you go. Look how well you’re taking me,” he groaned into your shoulder, pleased by your cunt spreading for his cock, making it wet and cozy inside you. The satisfaction dripping in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, almost turning it into your own. His tail was doing most of the work of pressing his cock into you, always winding, constantly pushing. Yet, you were held tightly in his grip, as if Atreo was scared to lose you if he let go. The poor second dick tried to make its way inside you countless times, but your own flowing fluids prevented it, forcing it to slip down and against your ass once again. That didn’t seem to bother Atreo at all. If anything, the slick sensation of rubbing against your skin only turned him on more.

Like a fish in a net, you were hopelessly caught in Atreo’s mating frenzy, sounds of pleasure erupting from your mouths and the much nastier ones of fucking from between your legs. But Atreo merely grinned, having much better ears than you and still supportive of any sounds created by you two. “Louder!” he laughed breathlessly. “I love it when you sing for me. Tell me how good I am making you feel, Pearl ~”

It was a nightmare, violently forced into the shape of a daydream with every pound into you. You could feel every vein on his dick, the curve that forced his tip against your sensitive spots, kissing you from deep inside. You were no longer hopelessly dry but soaking wet with his lubricant and your own wetness after being pounded mercilessly. All you could do was hold on to him tightly for any sense of control. Burying your nails in his shoulder blades left him groaning loudly as he felt your frail nails digging into his skin, barely damaging it but forcing his muscles to tense from the tickle.

Atreo was so frantic and entirely absorbed in the whole thing, spouting nonsense as he pushed inside you. Ever so often, he tried to breach the restrictions of your body, trying to go places no one should go just for the sake of claiming it all. “You’re so wet for me, Pearl,” he admired you, his eyelids half-closed over his usually so attentive eyes because of the pleasure. It showed how much he was losing himself in you, even his mind relaxing with joy. “Fuck, look at you taking me whole.”

Even without forcing your eyes away from the roof of Atreo’s nest, you knew what he meant, feeling the wet scales of his tail scrape against your cunt every time he pushed his cock all the way inside. It made your pussy tingle, giving you more reasons to moan. He had long hilted you. Nothing would have denied him the pleasure of having your lovely pussy envelop him completely. Was it wrong to feel this good as he complimented you for your achievements? Probably. Still, you clenched around him, making this massive hunter into a whiny, needy creature, drunk on your body and the pleasure it gave him.

A dissatisfied moan escaped you as he suddenly slowed down, coming to a full stop and breathing heavily. Atreo’s whole body was hovering above you, on the small thread of conscience he still possessed, face buried between your tits as if you were the air he needed to breathe. “Let me try,” he whispered so weakly, you didn’t hear him first.

“What?” you asked him after a few seconds trying to sort your mind. Just now, he had fucked you dumb, but suddenly he was trying to ask for something? Letting his head fall to the side, he looked nothing like the intimidating merman that had captured you deep down in the ocean. He seemed desperate, needy, the few weak pushes he made way too shallow to satisfy either of you. “Please let me try to put both inside. I need it, Mate. I need you to take me completely.”

“T-That’s not a good idea! It’ll never fit.”

“Yeah, yeah, you said that before too,” he whined, rubbing his face back into your body. “But if they do, can you imagine what it’ll be like? Can you?”

Shaking your head vehemently, he was the only one that had any idea what it was like to use both of his cocks. Displaying such a puppy-like side to you almost made you forget that it was all just show. A courtesy if you pleased. Atreo wouldn’t have stopped, even if you said no, and he definitely wouldn’t even have considered it. Pushing himself up, he looked down at you from above, staring for a moment before smirking. “You’ll never desire one of your puny human males to fuck you again when I’m done.”

His usual confidence returned, making you almost want to roll your eyes at him. You still felt so dizzy with pleasure, it was hard to follow everything he did, even when he reached down, pulling out his cock nerve-wracking slow. Because of the tightness, you felt every ridge spreading you, your pussy almost unwilling to let go. “Once you had a taste of all of me, you’ll never want anything else to plunge into your pretty little cunt. You’ll be begging me to fill you up every night from now on.”

Atreo pulled out, leaving behind an aching inside of you to be filled again. His hands shot out, one on each leg of yours as he bent them back, giving him the best possible few at your gaping hole. Licking his lips, he leaned down, breathing in the mix of juices he left behind and making you shudder as air brushed against your wet sex. With a curious lick, he tasted you, lapping at your lower lips and entrance, enjoying the jitters and moans he caused you with a grin on his face. “You’re so much better than the humans I ate before,” he joke praised. A twisted compliment, though he meant it. “You’re still so tight. But look at you pulsing so eagerly. Waiting for my cocks, aren’t you?”

You whimpered pitifully, shaking your head, trying to deny what undoubtedly was going to happen. Atreo pressed your legs back, raising your hips higher as he placed his tail under you for support. “No matter how much you deny it, I can see it,” he chortled, finally returning to his place above you. One hand reached down, gripping his lengths tightly and ensuring they were coated thoroughly as he decided to kiss you again. It wasn’t the same as he did before, no extra air coming in for you to breathe while he stole everything he could—your breathe, your tongue, your mouth. He wanted it all to himself, including your thoughts, body, and pussy.

Nothing could have prepared you for both of his massive tips poking at your entrance, the immense spread of both of them being too much to handle. You whined loudly, wiggling underneath Atreo and begging him, “Stop! Please, stop! It’s too much!” But instead, he merely grumbled, not yet satisfied with how far he had come, placing his lips against your throat. “Fuck, stop moving, or I’ll bite through your throat to give you a reason to squirm!”

His anger was less directed at you and more at the herculean task of forcing all of himself into you despite your bodies’ differences. And yet, it returned the fear, his unnatural nature gave you, to your deluded mind, a miserable quaking overcoming you instead as you pinched your eyes closed, accepting your fate. Leaning your head back, you breathed as deeply as possible, trying to calm yourself as you were getting dizzy from all of this. It took much too long to clear your mind, Atreo’s impatience showing in the way he was forcing more and more of his cocks’ lengths inside of you, only getting half as far as before. You knew you had to do something. Force yourself to relax if you wanted it to be less painful. Once they were inside, his magical lubricant would probably mend the pain, and you were too exhausted to resist him any longer.

It seemed to work, your calm transferring to him, and his free hand reached under your back, rubbing it comfortingly, the warmth helping you to relax. You even found yourself moaning whenever he pushed inside after having waited for your walls to stop constricting, using these moments to advance. Your very human body could take much more than you ever thought, the scales of his tail eventually touching your skin again, and you breathed out one last time, realizing you really did it.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he sighed blissfully, his head falling back for a moment as he rested in the warm embrace of your cunt. Atreo was huge in every sense and form. But hunched over you now, holding you in his arms gently, he seemed so proud and thankful as he let out short chirps of happiness. “Wonderful, look at you,” he purred. “You can take it. You did it!”

Just at that moment, you realized Atreo had his doubts too. Perhaps your differences did reach him at some point, latest, when he realized how impossible the fit of his cocks inside you was. At least for a few seconds, he appeared to be overwhelmed with emotions, relief and happiness. To you, this was nothing but horror and a way to make it end. But to him, it was everything. It meant you were compatible. It meant you really were his mate, his one and only.

He tugged at his cocks, making you cry out loudly again. “Slowly! SLOWLY!” you shrieked, losing your newly acquired composure instantly. For once, he heeded your instructions willingly. It might have been the first and last time he ever listened to you, but you were thankful for his tries to ease you into it. Even with the tears in your eyes, you could not deny the sparks of pleasure going through you, illusions of his lubricant. Holding on to him, it was your turn to bury your face in Atreo’s shoulder, letting out shaky breaths as he pulled out and pushed in, every time a little easier than the last.

His second cock was superior in length, touching what you wished he wouldn’t get close to. Penetrating the womb hurt, you had learned from dirty conversations with friends, drunken curiosity, and google. But here he was, kissing the entrance to your sanctum like a mad worshiper. It was merely a matter of time until he’d breach a place no human man would have been able to, and it was an unwelcome realization that Atreo’s threatening promises were going to become true. You’d never be able to get back into human sex, if ever, even after many therapy sessions. That was… if you could get out of this situation alive in the first place.

But it… felt so good.

You hated yourself for it, but you wanted him to bury himself entirely inside you. Fuck you senseless with his huge cocks until you’d see stars and even penetrate your womb like it was yet again a mere hindrance to more pleasure. Experience everything and experience it fully, have him fill you up as you twitched and shook on top of his cocks. It was all you could think about as Atreo began pumping his cocks into you, laughing out madly as he did so.

“That’s it! Fuck, you’re so tight but so wet. So good for me, pet! Cum for me!”

Atreo was losing his sanity, too, as he kept pounding into you, feeling your walls tighten and slipping by him, covering him in the sweet warmth of your cunt. Both of you were panting heavily, so close to feeling release now that the hesitation and restrictions had vanished from both your bodies and minds. How bittersweet it was to become one with the creature you hated most, but at the same time made you feel so whole, filled to the brim and satisfying your urgent, tingling needs between your legs. His mouth found yours, and he groaned, his long cock spreading you apart.

Your legs clasped tensely around his body, toes curling and sliding over his tail as the pleasure finally exploded. Whether you screamed or moaned into his mouth, you weren’t sure as you pressed your body against his, gripping his arms for support as you felt like you were falling deep into this dark relief. His lips didn’t remain on yours long, but no more sound escaped you as you laid your head back, letting him bite your shoulder once again, perfectly aligned with the mark already having started to close before Atreo opened it again forcefully.

There was nothing this time. At least no pain or fear could surpass the ecstasy of your orgasm. The first and last thing you were able to feel again were the gushes of spill he released in you, baring his fangs wide as he came. At least it wasn’t just you shaking madly as Atreo pressed you down into the mattress hard, trying to keep you as still as possible until he finished. The gurgled moans pouring out of your mouth were completely ignored as you felt his semen slosh around inside you, pain and pleasure mixing while your head had no sanity left to hold on to. Before you knew it, you were overcome with a second, despairing orgasm as his cock held open your womb so it may be filled with the merman’s spill.

The headboard of the bed splintered pitifully as Atreo reached for it, gripping it hard while his orgasm slowly wore off. You watched it crumble in his hands, your blank mind producing a few exhausted laughs as you imagined that this could have been your bones if he decided to hold onto you instead. The realization hurt almost too much, as did your body as the pleasure vanished from it, only leaving the pain behind. Aside from your pussy feeling absolutely numb and destroyed, there was nothing left of the wonderful lubricant and pleasure to keep the pain away.

“Don’t move,” Atreo slurred, and you turned your head, feeling the pain of your attacked muscles, making you want to scream. His jaw was locked in your shoulder once again, and the situation was as awful as it was… funny. If it wasn’t for you being tortured by his abusive actions, it would have been really funny to see him getting stuck like this. But one nudge of his tail and you felt his cocks stir, nothing keeping you save from the pain of their size carving you out.

Atreo sighed against your shoulder as if to say, ‘I told you don’t move,’ and you listened to him. You didn’t want to move either. Never, if possible. You wanted none of the pain and discomfort it had given you since you woke up here. But the tears in your eyes were stinging and burning as your brain tried to understand, accept, and come to terms with the situation. Soon enough, your chest quivered as you sobbed quietly, every little shudder causing Atreo’s teeth to rip through your skin more. Healing from his bites seemed less likely by the second, but what were a few scars on your body against the ones you had suffered mentally?

You’d never return to your old life, and maybe it was better this way.

Because you couldn’t believe there was a way to recover from the abuse you experienced. The unfathomable, despairing happenings, even if anyone would believe you once you started telling them about mermaids and the underwater nests they lived in. Gods, you could barely believe it yourself after everything that happened.

Finally, as you were grieving the loss of your sanity, Atreo managed to unlock his jaw, bringing his deep red lips up to kiss away your tears, smearing the blood all over you. For a few calm moments, he brought his hand down, gently caressing your cheek as if to tell you it was all okay now, his brows furrowed. His dark eyes showed more concern than they had in a long while. Then, without any hesitation or care, he pulled his tail away, tearing his cocks out of your pussy and, with them, his cum. The burning was cooled by the fluids leaking out of you, but with a surprised, “Oops!” he was quick to catch them before they seeped into the bed, pushing them in with his fingers. After his cocks even his fingers seemed small, but they did the job of stopping his spill before flowing out.

In the little time he had regained post-orgasm conscience, he already hurt you more physically than throughout the whole ordeal. Yet, you clung to him, your crying intensifying. Atreo pulled you against his chest, managing to turn you around and spoon you without popping his fingers out again, holding you in his arms as he slowly rocked your body comfortingly. His free hand landed on your abdomen, the massive amount of cum still sloshing around you inside while he hummed merrily, and you realized he was more than satisfied with his work. Even though to you, your whole body seemed to be crying some sort of fluid, may it be your tears, blood, or his semen.

Without ever stopping to hum, Atreo licked your wounds, and you stopped crying soon after, feeling very dull and calm. Tired, exhausted, whatever you wanted to call it, but all you wanted was to sleep and wake up from this nightmare. You tried to ignore it when Atreo spoke to you again, already dozing off as you heard his voice next to your ear, purring sweet, horrifying nothings into your sleepy mind.

“My mate… soon we’ll have our own family. Or we keep trying as long as we need to. But once our pups are born, you’ll finally realize how great I am and want to stay here forever. I just know it, trust me. My sweet, sweet pearl, I’ll sing for you every day now. You can rely on only me.”

Unbothered by the meanings of his words, your world turned black as the softest of melodies echoed inside the nest, luring you to sleep in your captor’s arms.

[sslow-dancer]

One Shot, nsfw, She/Her

Hi! Can I get some Star Plat smut? Maybe Jotaro is busy working and gives you Star in his place? Thanks! 💜

“Take It.” (Jotaro Kujo + Star Platinum x Fem Reader)

Warnings: size difference, edging, nsfw

tags: tags: fxm, jotaro kujo x fem reader, star platinum x reader, dom!jotaro x sub!reader, nsfw, smut

Description: After a brief heated conversation inside Jotaro’s office, Jotaro offers to please you in a more- unique way as he works on some research.

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Your heels click along the clean white tiles of your and Jotaro’s shared home. You have just gotten home from work and were desperate to embrace your boyfriend or at least... do a little bit more than just embracing. You unbutton the top buttons of your dress shirt and take off your heels by his office door, smiling when you hear his welcoming hum to come in.

You close the door behind you and walk up behind Jotaro, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he writes down a few notes for his studies. You ask,

“What are you writing about?”

“It’s a paper for some sea creature found along the coast of Okinawa. We’re not sure the name of it yet so we’re trying to find that out. I’m doing most of the research at the moment.”

“Hmm...sounds interesting.” you reply quietly, kissing the nape of his neck and continuing all the way up to the shell of his ear. Jotaro groans, his stone-cold attitude present in the sound.

“Don’t you have work or a nap to worry about?” He asks sternly, his want to fuck you relentlessly high but not high enough to make him stop working. You giggle as you let go of his shoulders and turn his chair around. You shift your body closer to his and run your fingers along his chest, going in a up and down motion; purposefully ghosting over his abs and his abdomen that lead to the part you most desire right now.

You finally reply, “I finished work early and I don’t want to nap. All I want is you.”

You’re pressing your breasts against his chest now, your faces inches away from each other. You reach for his face, caressing his cheek lightly. You slide your thumb over his bottom lip before pecking them softly, your red lips tinting his.

Jotaro let’s out a deep exhale, his crotch beginning to grow hot and his thoughts bothered. He pushes you away and points over to the couch parallel to where his desk stands. Though met with confusion at first, you follow his orders anyway and happily sit opposite of him. Your bodies only around 5 feet apart.

You smile, biting your lip as you cross your legs and place your clasped hands on your lifted knee, your arms forming into a v shape to further accentuate your breasts. Jotaro tsks at this, clearly annoyed at the fact that you enjoy this. That you enjoy teasing for your own benefit and not for his.

“Unbutton your shirt...I know you’re not wearing a bra.”

You smirk at his command, impressed that he hasn’t given you a whole rant about having to finish work and for you to stop distracting him already. You do as he says so, unbuttoning the last of your shirt and sliding your hand inside the collar, slowly pushing he fabric down your shoulder. Jotaro scrunches his nose, adding on lowly,

“No, keep it on. I told you to only unbutton it, not to take it off.”

You flutter your eyes in admiration, understanding his order as you place your hands onto your lap. He huffs,

“Now, I’m gonna try something. I don’t want you to refuse so trust me, got it?”

“Sure, yeah.” you reply calmly, not really caring what he meant by that. His blank expression transforming into a lecherous one. He stares deeply into your eyes as he lets his stand out, Star Platinum.

You gulp, crossing your legs tightly as your lewd thoughts continue to increase,

‘Is he going to fuck me with Star?��� you ask yourself, ‘I sure hope he does...’

“Lay down...I’m gonna work. For now, let Star do things to you.”

You watch as his stand nears you, your face heating up when you notice how handsome Star is as Jotaro. He is his stand after all.

Star doesn’t say a word, he only grabs your face and kisses you deeply. Your face growing hotter now, as you go to place your hand over one of his. His touch cold and almost faint, though the feeling of the kiss equal to his user. You sigh as you feel Star slide his tongue into your mouth, your mind almost forgetting that you’re making out with a literal stand. A being only you and a few others can see and sense.

A string of drool is formed between you, Star’s tongue cutting it when he lets go, his cold lips placing a kiss on your forehead as you calm your breathing. Jotaro at his desk flipping through pages of textbooks as he continues to add onto his research; ignoring the hardness between his legs.

You gasp when Star suddenly rips your shirt off your shoulders, the top half of your body meeting the cold breeze of the room. Your nipples immediately hardening when Star reaches for them, his large fingers pinching and twisting them. You whine as you didn’t know his hands could make you that sensitive. Whines turning into moans as he fully fondles with your breasts. Your panties wet and sticky from all the teasing this being has done to you.

He smirks at you as he lets go, your gaze falling down in embarrassment. You blink in surprise when he raises your chin up with his thumb and pointer fingers, pecking you softly. A pick at when you pecked Jotaro after a bit of sensual talk earlier.

He wraps an arm around your torso as he points for you to turn around and get on your hands and knees. You do this as he slowly moves his hand over your abdomen and places it on the side of your waist, his other hand doing the same. Your body in full doggy style, though your skirt and panties still on. Your legs shaking as you’re desperate for them to be off.

Coincidentally, Star seeming to have read your mind, slides your skirt and panties down your legs, one of his cold fingers dipping into your folds without warning. You moan softly, biting your lip as you turn your head slightly to watch him tease you. You giggle as you look over at Jotaro, his back fully turned away from you as he works. Yourself knowing full well that he’d do anything to look at you right now.

Your eyes widen when you feel an unfamiliar hardness against your sex, the coolness making you shiver. You blush when you look over to see Star’s cock out, the head of it wet with precum and slowly seeping down the sides of the shaft. He uses a hand to position your head forward, turning your full attention back to the wall in front of you.

You let out a long string of moans as he slowly slides into you, his grip on your waist tight. Your eyes well up with tears when he thrusts deep, your forehead meeting the cushion of the coach as you try to get used to his length and girth.

Sure Jotaro is big, but definitely not as big as his stand is. And though it can be pleasurable, you can’t help but feel pain as Star gave you no warning. He thrusts again, gasping when you hear Jotaro lowly tell you,

“Take it.”

You moan loudly when Star turns his slow thrusting into fast, the pain going away as his tip repeatedly meets your g-spot. The sound of lewd wetness, harsh slapping and feminine moans filling up the room.

Star moves his hands up to your breasts, preventing you from lowering your body further down into the couch. You keep your eyes closed as you lewdly whisper,

“J-Jotaro...”

Jotaro hears this, he purses his lips as he writes down his final note for the day and closes his notebook. He turns his chair to look at you and Star, infatuated with the sight in front of him.

Your eyes still closed as you blissfully take in Star, lips slightly parted as you moan and feel your first orgasm coming in. Your eyes hooded when you feel Jotaro’s gaze on you, smiling at him.

“Don’t cum yet.”

Jotaro walks over to the side of the couch and too much to your surprise, forcefully inserts his cock down your throat. You gag as you attempt to gain insight of what’s going on, your nose rubbing against abdomen.

When had he lowered down his pants? You did not know. All you know is that he now has his hands on both sides of your head and is fucking into the back of your throat with no regards of being gentle with you. Though in a way, you don’t care. You’re taking him fully in two ways. Taking in a man you love so much.

Jotaro groans as he can already feel his own orgasm wanting to take over, the sounds coming from his mouth louder than they usually are when you get intimate. The two timing of fucking you making him infinitely more times sensitive.

Star lets you thrust your high against him, the moan you let out while your lips are still wrapped around Jotaro’s cock loud enough for the next door neighbors to possibly hear you.

You sigh, beads of sweat running down as Star goes to move into you again. Your body still shaking from the orgasm you just had. You roll your eyes back when you feel the second orgasm take over you, this time with Star “cumming” inside you too. He disappears when you feel Jotaro’s hot semen coat the sides of your throat, your lips plush as he slowly pulls out with a low moan. He wipes your lips with his thumb, his eyes lovingly scanning your lustful expression,

“Think you could take a second round with the actual me?”

[scaramouche-bully]

THAT POST ABOUT OVERSTIM MADE ME REALIZE HOW MUCH I WANT TO DESTROY CHILDE HELP. CAN U WRITE SMTH WHERE HIS S/O USUALLY BOTTOMS BUT WANTS TO TRY TOPPING HIM AND HE JUST KEEPS TRYING TO FLUSTER HER AND TEASE HER AND SHE GETS SO ANNOYED THAT SHE JUST FUCKS HIM STUPID 💕💕

— ☆ Wrecking T*rtaglia headcanons

Includes: Childe

[ Top ] Female reader

Contains: Overstimulation, bratty sub, mind break, sub space, aphrodisiacs, anal gaping, dacryphilia, degradation, size kink, slapping, choking, cock-stepping, humiliation, rough sex, stomach bulge, multiple orgasms, masochism + sadism.

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]  

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe 🐑 [ GN ]

[ masterlist ]

Welcome to the "Bully T*rtaglia" club, we are currently taking applications (u‿ฺu✿ฺ). My original draft was sweet but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. So I'm going to channel all my anger into destroying this man (consensually, I promise the ending is soft.).

— ☆ Childe

When you bring up the idea of you topping him, he doesn't take you seriously but he's open to it. While he thinks it's cute that you want to try new things, he's so much bigger than you, and being on top is actually a lot of work compared to being a pillow princess. Are you sure you can handle it?

One of the big issues that came up during your first times was Childe's competitive nature and how fast his recovery time was. He could have came three times and then suddenly flip you on your back and fuck your brains out instead.

Even when he had the patience to be the sub, he would constantly taunt you and be an insufferable brat. Constantly disrespecting you and trying to fluster you. Always reaching down to finger fuck you even when he was stuffed full.

So the next time you brought him a drink, you decided to add something extra. Sitting patiently as he thanked you and downed the entire cup. It only took a few minutes before he began to squirm in his seat.

Childe's face was slowly growing redder and redder, soft pants breaking through the quiet office, his eyes darting to you before settling on the ground. It was amusing seeing him be so quiet rather than running his mouth off every minute. It's only when you start to walk over him in feign concern does he break out of his haze.

Stumbling over himself as he makes wild hand gestures to stop you but as soon as you round his desk, you see his cock straining against his pants, and the embarrassment flood Childe's face. Trying to laugh it off, you're just so pretty he can't help himself, but he's quickly cut off when you prop yourself up onto his desk and step on his cock.

"W-Wait-" Childe groans as his hips buck into your shoe as he grinds against it. Clutching the hand rests of his chair as he leans his head against your knee, soft keens slipping out as you run your fingers through his matted hair as he humps against you. He makes a confused noise when you suddenly tip his chin up, smile sweetly at him, before he's sprawled on the ground as you slap him.

"When did I say you could touch me?" you shot him a cruel look that sent shudders up his spine but also made his cock throb. Whatever you fed him was slowly making him lose his senses until there was just you, you, you. He whines, still on his back, when you take a seat in his chair and dig your shoe onto his dick, randomly applying pressure here and there, his pre-cum wetting his pants as he yelps at the pain. His hands flying up to lift your foot away but he catches himself as chooses to claw his fingers into the wooden flooring instead as he reaches his peak. It's so empowering seeing the man who used to fuck you stupid, whimper and cry as he cums in his pants just from you stepping on his dick.

"P-Please...ah! mm...wha?" Childe looks down confused to see that even after just orgasming, his cock is still hard. His body is so hot that if he doesn't cum again, he feels like he's going to die. He's tries to lift himself onto his elbows and unbutton his pants before you kick him in the chest and send him back down. He's disorientated from the fall when he feels you sit on his chest, cupping his face in your hands to lift him, before slamming his head down. You're almost ripping his hair out with every yank and slap you abuse him with as he yelps like a dog.

"You filthy whore. Did I say you could cum? You ungrateful brat," you spit out as Childe wails in pain, almost knocking you off when he seizes up and shakes. You don't even need to check to know he came again, "Maybe I should gag you and throw you onto the streets. Let everyone here know how much of a pig you are. Is that it what you want?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" his voice is choked up from his tears as he cries over himself. You almost feel bad but he's basically useless in this state, sniffling over himself as he apologizes over and over again. You softly coo at him as you lean over and kiss him sweetly, taking his arms and placing them on your waist as he grips onto you like a lifeline.

"There there Childe. It's alright now, we're going to teach you how to be a good boy. That's what you want right?" you whisper to him as he nods. You pull yourself up even as he grips onto your clothing to stay with him as you unclasp the buttons of his pants and free his cock. Still red and hard in your hands as if he hadn't already orgasmed twice in the span of a few minutes. He's already so wet with pre-come that you don't even need to find lube to jack him off. Ignoring his moans and screams to stop, he's still sensitive, you take him to the hilt in your mouth. Quickly pinning his hips from jerking upwards and choking you, you're the image of content as you swallow around his cock as Childe throws his head back and sobs as he cums down your throat.

“Pl-please, please, mmn- put it in me, please…” he manages to pant you, his mind melted as his eyes blink in and out of consciousness. His body is still burning hot and he can't escape the feeling of being empty. He wants to be filled with your cock, stuffed fill until he can't live without being fucked by you. You've completely ruined him.

"It seems we still have a long way to go. You really are a disappointment Childe," you sigh as you wipe away the stray cum dripping from your mouth as you reach over and feed it to him. He whines low in the throat at tasteing himself but feeling you touch him in some way is the only thing grounding him before you pull away and stand up, "Go on. Finger yourself open for me."

"W-Wha?"

"Childe. I said. Finger yourself open. I won't repeat myself again."

He quickly nods, not ready to disobey you again, as he lifts himself up to get his pants fully off. He knows what you want and it makes the fire in him burn hotter. Using his own pre-come with shaky hands, he reaches over to hold his legs up for you, and circles around his rim before dipping inside. The embarrassment of holding himself open like this and your watchful gaze almost has him cumming again but he can't. He wants to be good. He does his best to spread himself open at this awkward angle but he soon loses himself. He should feel ashamed for getting off on someone watching him but it makes him finger himself deeper and harder. He's taken out of his pleasurable moment when he feels your hand join his. Taking one hand as you spread his ass to see his loose hole. The pre-cum from his cock slowly leaking down. You're absentmindedly lacing your fingers inside him, before pulling both your hands out as you line your strap on to his rim. He didn't even notice you put it on.

"Did you know I had to fake every orgasm because you were such a sloppy fuck? Perhaps I should show you how to fuck someone properly," is the only warning he gets before you grip his hips until your fingernails draw blood, before slamming into him. He throws his head back and chokes on his screams as his cock shoots cum all over his chest.

"Who said you could come?" you spit out as you grip his cock and squeeze harshly as he screams. The overstimulation is too much, it hurts. He's desperately trying to push you away but whatever strength he built is lost. Only able to lay there and take it. He looks down to see his stomach bulge with every thrust you make, the image of you rearranging his insides sends him flying as he tries to cum again but the death grip you have on him, he just can't. He's full-on sobbing as you continue to abuse his prostate, he's going to break, you're breaking him.

"nO! P-PLEASE! STO-" he begging as you continue to pound into him. You push even further, until your cock fully inside him now, and stay there rubbing right up against his prostate. Watching amused as Childe tries to shudder to the large intrusion, the never-ending pressure on his sensitive spots makes him almost feral. You swear he has hearts in his eyes right now.

"Pleasepleaseplease-"

You pull out slowly, just until the tip is inside him, before gripping his wrists as leverage and ruthless slamming into him. Childe parts his hips in a voiceless cry as you finally break his mind and fuck him dumb. He scrambles against the floor as he tries to find anything to ground him, trying to fuck himself back on your cock as he drools all over the floor. His vision leaves him as all his senses focused on the harsh drag of your cock in him, the wet slapping noise that fills the room, and the tears that slip from his eyes down to the floor. His cock throbs with each thrust you force into his body, thighs jerking, as his tongue lolls out.

"Oh!--mh, m-more!" Childe babbles deliriously, he's being reduced to nothing but a warm hole for you to fill whenever you feel like it. Reduced from a harbinger to a whore for you to use. He feels the breath get punched out of his lungs as his abdomen stretches and burns. His hole clenching around your dick that you have to forcefully yank him down to stuff him, "Hahh, you're tearing me o-open."

"You disgusting whore. Can you feel it?" you mock as you take one hand to spread his ass apart, you see his hole is red and puffy, pre-cum from his semi-hard cock leaking down where you're both connected. He shudders that you've fucked him so bad that his hole is gaping. It's when you reach over and clasp both of your hands around his neck and squeeze that he comes crashing down. Wheezing at the lack of oxygen that makes him see white, he feels so warm and content, mind filled with bliss, as he cums. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into him as his cock finally softens as he relaxes and drifts off into space before slowly losing consciousness.

--- You slowly blink awake to soft kisses being placed on your neck, Childe's lazy form cuddled up to you as you stroke his hair. He's always so clingy the morning after. "Are you feeling alright? I was a bit mean wasn't I?" you ask a bit embarrassed as memories of last night flood your mind. You know you both agreed on what your limits were but you couldn't help but feel a bit worried you may have pushed him too far. Childe props himself on his elbow to smile dumbly at you, you were perfect.

"It was alright I suppose," he chuckles when you lightly punch him in the chest, "I didn't think you would try and drug me like that. You know I could get you arrested for that. " "Ha! Good luck finding someone that will fulfill your perverted fantasies. Besides you're the one that wanted to experiment with them and don't phrase it like that either," you shake your head at him before leaning up to kiss him. When you pull away you take notice of all the bruises and marks you left on him. There's a small part of you that purrs at the claim you made but you quickly shoo it away. It's too early for that. If your back is hurting you have no idea how Childe is faring. "Here, let me get you some water and let me see your head," you offer, pulling yourself up before Childe's arm wraps around you and pulls you down to lay beside him. Placing his weight on top of you so you can't squirm away, even as you swat at his back he smothers you until you give up.

"Stay with me."

"Hah...alright. Just for a bit."

[theladyismyshepard]

I love your characterizations of the daughters and all of your imagines they are fantastic! i was wondering would it be okay to request an imagine where the reader says to the daughters like during an argument or something,“you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid!” and they all react to her in different ways? plz take ur time with the imagines and don’t feel pressured/rushed as ik writing should be something that is fun and not feel like a chore, thank you for all the content you have written so far :)

@frustratinglyinquisitive also maybe this could double as your #28 prompt? 🥺👉👈

Why Does Everyone Wanna Kiss Me So Bad?

The sunset was shining bright enough to sting and obscure eyesight, but that didn’t stop you from staring up into the pink and orange hues. Every time you blinked, the phantom flash of the sun still danced along your eyelids, leaving a glare across your vision. You weren’t even bothered by it, not when this numbness had clung itself to you, leaving you idle and just there. You flexed your fingers, and it rattled the chains locked around your wrists, bringing you back to where you were.

The boxed confinement you were trapped in felt more of a cage rather than the carriage bumping along the rocky trail that led you to your new prison — yes, Castle Dimitrescu sounded to be just another form of punishment, though you were uncertain as to why you were to be moved from Heisenberg’s watch to Lady Dimitrescu’s estate. You could hardly call it a step up from the twisted games he forced you to play within his factory.

You were sure you were on borrowed time and it was nearly time to collect, and you were certain that time had come when the four Lords surrounded you with Mother Miranda playing the head of the beast, leaving you cowering on the floor. The familiar iron hammer and the stench of billowing cigar smoke was on your right.

Standing next to him was quite possibly one of the ugliest... things you’d ever seen. A cloak hid a majority of his body, but you had the suspicion that the misshaped person next to Heisenberg wasn’t entirely human... you got that vibe from everyone in the room. Especially the weird doll that couldn’t seem to reign in its excitement as it bounced in the veiled woman’s lap seated next to Mother Miranda.

There was nothing human about the golden eyes that peered into yours from under the brim of a wide hat. They seemed calculating, curious, if not a tad bit confused as they surveyed your weak form. You looked away, unable to handle the weight of the woman’s gaze, and that was how you caught Mother Miranda’s bright eyes cutting into you from behind her bird-like mask.

“Oh, how I have been waiting to meet you, little one.” her voice demanded respect, but all you could do was gawk. “You are a stubborn thing, I’ve heard.”

Her gaze slowly crept over to Heisenberg as she said it, and you couldn’t help but feel a tremor of fright at his angered snarl, his arms crossed petulantly. It was true, you had endured many weeks at the hands of the leather-clad man, and while he did his worst, you refused to succumb to his torture, though for how much longer, you couldn’t say.

“I cannot fathom what keeps you here, but there is nothing special about the common human.” said Mother Miranda, and the mounting irritation was crystal clear. “You might have one looking like a dog chasing its own tail, but let us see how you fare in Castle Dimitrescu.”

You could immediately tell who dwelled there with the way the woman wearing white was smiling like the cat who ate the canary. She was completely predatory and was feeding off of Heisenberg’s disgrace and fury, and between the two, you weren’t sure who the best option was, not when her eyes turned to you and she looked like she knew exactly what she wanted to do with you.

“Do not worry, Mother Miranda,” the woman promised, already moving to stand, and the way she towered over you had your neck craned straight upward. “It’s been some time since my daughters had a plaything.”

That comment alone had the other occupants of the room guffawing and whistling. Everyone seemed to thoroughly enjoy the prospect of her daughters getting their hands on you, even Heisenberg had his eyebrows arched in surprise. Who the hell are these girls? Mother Miranda seemed to know and that was all that mattered.

“You are about to see what real monsters are.”

And that was how you found yourself roughly chained up inside the carriage that guided you to Castle Dimitrescu. You weren’t entirely sure why it was such a slap in the face to Heisenberg, but he seemed rather indignant as he loaded you up, spitting insults through the whole process.

You couldn’t say for sure how long you had been traveling, but it was enough to have all of your joints achey and your ass numb by the time it was all said and done. Hell, it was long enough to feel the temperature drop as you trekked back around the mountains that stood between the factory and the castle. Though that wasn’t to say that you were in any big rush to get there. In fact, your heart dropped when the carriage came to an abrupt halt.

Panic gripped at your heart, and it felt as though fingers squeezed tightly around it. It left you motionless where you sat, wide eyes glued to the door that you were shoved in through. You could hear Heisenberg muttering and rustling as he approached, but aside from that, you couldn’t hear the distinct clanking of his iron hammer. He had such little faith in your survival skills that he didn’t even bother with arming himself to release you. Not that he needed to... You’ve seen what he can become, and you’ve seen what he houses in his factory. He’d kill you dead in a few seconds flat if you tried anything.

But at this point, what did you have to lose? Mother Miranda made it very clear that you were to be eliminated at the hands of these daughters, so did it really matter if you died at the doorstep or in the dungeon? You might have accepted death, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t put up a last fight out of pure stubbornness. So that was how you had every intention of kicking forcefully at the door once it began creeping open to have him stumble back, possibly cracking him straight in the nose in the process, but that didn’t go as planned right off the bat.

Not when the door was nearly ripped right off the hinges in the haste to open, leaving you jarred, mouth hanging. The sunlight was now faded and replaced by the beams of the moon, but it was a bright night, leaving you capable of seeing that this was definitely not Heisenberg. And neither was she... or her. Uh oh.

“Mother! She’s here!” squealed the redheaded girl closest to you, clapping happily.

“Thank you for the gift, Mother,” said the brunette, her smirk not reaching her dead eyes.

“We will not disappoint you.” promised the blonde, her eyes observing your every move like a hawk.

“Have fun, daughters, but do remember that this one comes special from Mother Miranda, so do not forget to thank her.” their mother instructed, as if you weren’t there.

“Thank you, Mother Miranda,” all three said in unison before three different pairs of hands grabbed whichever part of you that they could.

Heisenberg clicked his tongue from where he leaned against the side of the carriage. He had an arm crossed while the other brought a cigar nestled between two fingers to his lips. You couldn’t read his eyes from behind his circular sunglasses, but you could read the entertainment in his toothy smile before he took a drag. When he blew it out into your direction, his satisfied grin spread again.

“Now, you have fun now, too, ya hear?” He mocked, chuckling as he turned on his heel, mounted the carriage, and prompted the horses to carry him off into the night.

“We’re gonna have lots of fun.” giggled the redhead, her smile the widest of the daughters as she tugged at your arm, dragging you along the pathway towards the castle.

“Not if I get to her first,” the brunette chimed in, her own grip on your other wrist tightening and pulling, almost like she was trying you get you away from the other.

“Who said either of you get the first turn?” the blonde interrupted, frown etched into her face as she tangled her fingers into the collar of your shirt.

“Enough,” drawled Lady Dimitrescu, voice barely more than a bored mumble, but it still had the daughters zipping their lips. “Bela, you are the oldest, and less likely to break her before your other sisters get a turn, so you may have the first turn.”

The blonde grinned brightly while the other two scowled but saying nothing in front of their mother. Your eyes couldn’t decide where to stay as you glanced between all four women as they finally led you through the entrance of the castle. You noticed that the temperature didn’t really increase from taking shelter, the walls giving off their own chill to substitute for the lack of outside wind.

You didn’t even have time to marvel at the interior before Bela was tugging at you with renewed eagerness. You caught the slight growl from the brunette’s direction, but one glare from the Lady and it ceased. What the hell was really going on here? You never had time to process anything before sister after sister said something that left you reeling.

“Aww, her heart’s racing!” announced the redhead, her eyes wide and unblinking as they stared at your chest. “Please let me-”

“Daniela, no,” snapped Lady Dimitrescu sternly, her frown lines on display. “You will be last, and that’s that.”

Daniela’s face twitched in her attempt to bite her tongue to prevent her argument from bursting forth. It didn’t stop her from turning and giving the brunette a glare however. You gasped when her body dissolved into a swarm of bugs before your very eyes. They dispersed and flew this way and that, and you honestly don’t know why it still shocked you when the brunette followed the same exit style. A nose pressed against the side of your neck and you jolted so hard that you nearly broke free of the hand that was now caressing your shoulder.

“Such a jittery, little thing,” whispered Bela so quietly that her following inhale was louder. “Though I hardly smell the sweet scent of terror... Is this one broken, mother?”

You couldn’t help it, you had to chuckle at the complete honesty in Bela’s question. Your lack of fright baffled this girl almost as much as she baffled you altogether, and suddenly you were staring each other down. Her eyes were narrowed suspiciously as she cut her gaze up and down your body. Even Lady Dimitrescu arched a finely sculpted brow at you, seeming more interested now than she did among the other Lords.

“Mother Miranda assures there is nothing special about this one.” said Lady Dimitrescu.

“Why do you not fear me?” demanded Bela, almost sounding offended, her grip on your shoulder tightening. “Your heart is pounding but you aren’t oozing that smell that I like!”

“It’s kinda hard to fear death when you don’t even care about living anymore.” You deadpanned without much feeling, your eyes finding the ground more interesting. “Heisenberg rid me of everything that made me who I used to be.”

“And just who were you before my dear uncle dug his claws into you?” pressed Bela, and you refrained yourself from showing any outward reaction to their connection. You swallowed as you looked her dead in the eye now.

“Someone who would have the common sense to know just how dangerous you are.” You answered, and her brow furrowed.

“Who are you now?” She questioned quietly, her eyes softening a bit under the chandelier light. All you could do was shrug, you had no concrete answer for her, yet you knew you had to supply something.

“Someone who thinks that being abducted by three beautiful women isn’t exactly the worst case scenario,” you chuckled mirthlessly, the bitter smile on your face cutting into your cheeks almost painfully.

Bela stared at you almost dumbfounded before she had to look at her mother, almost as if to double check that she indeed heard correctly before she burst into a fit of giggles. Lady Dimitrescu didn’t even meet her eye, she was too busy staring into your soul. Only when your eyes fell to your feet did you hear her heels clicking away up the winding staircase.

“Remember what she’s here for, dear,” she drawled, never turning back, and leaving you alone with Bela.

“If you’re gonna kill me, just get it over with.” You spat, attempting to sound brave rather than defeated.

Bela’s smile was almost animalistic with the way blood smeared across her lips and stained her teeth, and you couldn’t help but to feel like the prey when she took slow, deliberate steps around you.

“Oh, no, where is the fun in that?” Bela countered, reaching out to graze over whatever part she could touch as she continued to stalk around you in circles, taking you all in. “You are my pet now.”

“I thought I was a plaything.” You couldn’t help but throw back into her face, and you were surprised when Bela merely cocked her head instead of getting angered by your outburst.

“Mother Miranda might not find anything special about you, but call me fascinated.” said Bela, stopping in front of you, her fingertips caressing your throat. “You belong to me now.”

“Us,” corrected a sudden voice behind you, and the haze that was settling over you in Bela’s presence was lifted when you jerked forward.

You tried to whirl around on your heel out of reflex to back away, but Bela’s fingers dipped from your throat to grip at the collar of your shirt to keep you still and facing her. You flinched away from the sudden hand that tangled in the bottom of your hair, pulling your head back until it was resting against a shoulder. Brown hair cascaded down into your eyes.

“Mother Miranda gave her to all of us.” corrected the brunette, the edge in her voice making it like steel.

“Cassandra’s right,” sang Daniela in a sing song voice, and it had a shiver running down your spine, which prompted a round of wild giggling. “Did you like that, pet?”

“If we’re being technical,” Bela piped up with an eye roll, trying to pull you closer and failing when both Daniela and Cassandra tightened their own grips on you. “Mother Miranda gave her to us to tear apart, so she wasn’t meant for anyone.”

“Buuuuuuut?” You interrupted, hoping to add a touch of humor to your case.

Daniela giggled and Bela shook her head in mild amusement, but you found that Cassandra was the more difficult one to crack. She didn’t offer a single facial expression as her eyes surveyed every inch of your body, and you couldn’t tell if she was appreciating the view or if she was sizing up which part of you she wanted to rip off and take for herself.

These three women spoke so callously and so nonchalant right in front of you. These three women were what Mother Miranda referred to as “monsters” compared to the actual beasts you had seen lurking within Heisenberg’s factory. These three women were spattered in blood that you somehow knew wasn’t theirs, and they wouldn’t stop touching you. Hm.

“Aren’t you funny,” Cassandra said nearly monotonous, but her smirk was on full display, and you cursed the light, fluttering feel of your chest.

“I try,” you whispered, afraid that speaking any louder would be taken as a threat to these crazed women, but you did look her in the eye to gauge her reaction.

“Can we keep this one, Bela, please?” whined Daniela, pouting at the blonde.

“I don’t think mother would allow it though.” Bela worried, finally releasing her hold on your shirt, and that had Cassandra and Daniela pulling you closer (and almost apart).

“She is ours to do as we please, we’d kill her if she tried anything.” snapped Cassandra, looking like the whole situation was stupid to her.

“Obviously she will not try to escape!” insisted Daniela, nodding her head furiously towards who you were guessing was the older sister, before turning to you. “Right?”

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela were all looking at you expectantly, and you couldn’t help but feel warm under the spotlight. You could practically see the thoughts flicking through Bela’s calculating eyes. Cassandra was cool and reserved as her eyes gave nothing away, but her wicked smirk showed she wanted something from you, whatever that might be. Daniela’s eyes were intense as they bored into you, and her smile was almost unhinged, and honestly who were you to break it?

“I could never say no to three pretty girls.” You flirted, wagging your eyebrow to each sister, and the response was immediate.

Bela’s mouth parted in a silent gasp before she latched onto the front of your shirt again and started giggling. Cassandra looked entirely predatory now as her eyes flashed and her smirk showed all of her teeth, her own chuckles slipping out. Daniela, who was curled around your arm the whole time, had stars in her eyes at your answer and she smiled widely, throwing her own cackling into the mix, and suddenly it was a symphony.

“I want her first,” pleaded Daniela, eyes never leaving you.

“Mother said it’s my turn with the pet!” said Bela, tugging at you again.

“Why should we get her after she’s been used?” Cassandra argued, her arm now wrapped around you from behind.

“I won’t break her!” snapped Bela, her pulling useless when it was a deadlock between three pairs of hands.

“I don’t care!” cried Daniela, one arm curled around yours and her other hand reaching up to grab your opposite shoulder, locking you in. “I want her!”

You swallowed past your suddenly dry throat. The three sisters were not only talking about a possibility of keeping you around, but it sounded as though they were fighting over you. Your cheeks were aflame as you averted your eyes.

“Look who’s bashful all of a sudden,” jested Cassandra, both her hands falling to your hips. “Where’s all that talk now?”

“I can smell you blushing.” Daniela interjected, sniffing aloud and moaning. “You smell so good... we need to make you blush often.”

“Are we sure we can hide this from mother?” Bela asked one last time, almost like she was seeking permission from her younger sisters now. Daniela and Cassandra shrugged.

“We’ll just have to find out, now won’t we?” You pressed, looking to solidify your place among them... you’d take the position of “pet” over the one of “food” any day.

“Brave little thing,” Cassandra cooed, her fingers rubbing circles on your hips. “I need you with me.”

“Dammit I said it’s my turn!” snarled Bela, finally poking and prying at her sisters fingers locked around you.

“Just because you’re the oldest-!”

“You’re damn right I’m the oldest, and I-”

“You look so stupid,” spat Cassandra petulantly, having enough with going nowhere in the argument, and you could see that this was about to get old quick if you didn’t ease some of the tension.

“You all wanna kiss me so bad it makes you all look stupid.” You sucked your teeth between your lips when it grew deadly silent.

Bela had a crease between her brow as she stared at you in shock, uncertain if she heard you right. Cassandra was a blank slate as she absorbed you taking her insult and turning it back around on her as well. Daniela was wide eyed as she gaped at you for a full five seconds before she snorted and her megawatt smile lit up her entire face.

“I won’t let them get rid of you.” Daniela promised, and you couldn’t recall the last time that she blinked.

“Okay, okay,” sighed Bela, glaring at her sister. “We’re all going to keep her.”

“I hope I don’t break you.” chuckled Cassandra, and coupled with her breath so close to your ear, it had warmth flaring in the pit of your stomach.

“Don’t get bashful on me, now,” you smirked back, relishing in the giggles that surrounded you.

“Come along, plaything,” quipped Bela, winking at you as she dragged you along, the sisters following along with her this time. “We’ve got to show you your new home.”

Wild giggling echoed throughout the castle, and it was becoming your new favorite tune.

[miiamour]

Hi!!!! I don’t know if you are taking requests, but could you write some ron weasly angst??? Maybe with a fluff ending? Maybe him making the reader feel insecure or something like that, I don’t know :) Love your writing so much :):)

am i that girl you dream of?

fem!slytherin!reader x ron weasley

summary: you and ron are in a secret relationship— scared of what others will think, but it still doesn’t stop you from getting insecure when he’s flirted with.

warnings: angst, fluff at the end, mentions of cheating, insecurities in relationship, alcohol, illusions to sex/making out hermione slander but only if you squint.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: eek thank you for the request <3 btw i’m literally 4 away from 200 so hopefully this helps me hit 200!

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the smell of alcohol lingered throughout the room, along with the slight aroma that sweaty teenagers gave off when they’re dancing against each other. the lights in the gryffindor common room were slightly dimmed with a red tint, but still bright enough to see hermione granger flirting with your boyfriend.

granted, she didn’t know— nobody did, but that didn’t mean she have to grab onto his arm every time time he made a joke. it was upsetting to say the least, but it technically wasn’t your place to say anything but it took every ounce of self control to not walk over there and kiss him, showing everyone that ron belongs to you or ram hermione’s head into the wall; either worked for you.

you and ron had been secretly dating for a few months. you were both terribly afraid of what others thought, him more than you; he was a gryffindor with slytherin hating friends and you were a slytherin.

honestly, it was but fun in the beginning; pretending to hate each other, sneaking around, the thrill of possibly getting caught was exhilarating but now, now it just exhausting. you were tired of simply just hanging out in his dorm when no one was around; you wanted to be able to hold his hand in the halls and go out in hogsmeade dates like regular couples.

at times you questioned if he was ashamed of you but he assured you that he wasn’t— although you weren’t so sure now, it had been months and he had yet to tell a soul about the two of you and he was allowing hermione to hopelessly flirt with him.

to be fair, you weren’t sure if ron was even aware that she was flirting or not. but you, you knew. the whole common room could’ve seen it but ron wouldn’t recognize a flirt attempt if it danced naked in front of him wearing dobby’s tea cozy.

but you couldn’t do anything about it; you simply stood there, watching the boy you weren’t supposed to love but did, as girl— who, now that you think about it, is prettier— flirt with him.

your usual self confidence was being teared down, bit by bit, as you watched hermione bat her eyelids at your boyfriend. your finger danced along the rim of your red solo cup that was previously filled with beer, some muggle alcohol— which is nothing like butterbeer.

you honestly couldn’t blame ron, just look at her; she had perfect smile, big doe like brown eyes, and she was smart— ron always admired that about her. you knew that ron had a crush on hermione prior to the two of you dating but he always assured you that he didn’t have any feelings towards her anymore but watching them flirt gave you doubts.

“hey y/n, you alright?” blaise zabini had interrupted your thoughts, he attempted to look in the direction of your gaze “weasley? why’re you staring at him? you fancy him or something?” he asked teasingly.

“what? no! i’m not staring, i just— just zoned out, that’s all” you lied as you turned to the drink table to pour grab something stronger— firewhiskey.

blaise and you had been bestfriends since your first year, and you hadn’t told him about you and ron. you felt a bit guilty about it but ron always told you that you guys could tell people when the time was right, but the time was never right.

“alright then, but if you do fancy him you better hurry up because seems like him and hermione are going up to his dorm” he said casually while pointing his hand in their direction, ron and hermione were walking up towards the boy dormitory.

you turned so fast, you were sure your neck would’ve snapped. “what!” you felt your face redden and your stomach was doing flips.

“y/n!?” blaise called out after you but you were already half way to ron’s dorm.

your heart beat faster with every step you took, exasperation flooding through your veins. your hand— your body shook as it gripped on the door handle, you quickly prayed that what you thought what was going on, wasn’t actually going on.

you forcefully opened the door, the first thing you see being ron— shirtless. “ronald weasley! what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing!” you yelled out at him as if the door didn’t startle them enough.

“y/n! hey, what— what’re you doing here?” his eyes bulging out of his sockets as he jerks his head towards hermione.

“y/n?” hermione yelled out as she backed up away from ron with a rag in her hand.

you ignored hermione and turned to ron, “what am i doing here? i see you walk up to your dorm with another girl! what do expect me to do?” you walked closer to him, pushing on his bare chest with your finger.

“what? another girl?“ hermione mumbles to herself. “if i may—“ she interjects only for you to put your free hand in her face and shout out, “no!”

“how dare you ron! if you didn’t want to be with me anymore, just say so! merlin, you are infuriating—

“no, love, hermione spilled firewhiskey on my shirt!” he throws his hands up in defense as you kept walking towards him until his legs hit foot of his bed.

“i don’t give a damn if hermione spilled—“ you stopped yourself once you properly processed his words “she spilled firewhiskey on you?” you looked between ron and hermione, she was holding a rag, helping ron get cleaned up.

“yes, darling, firewhiskey; that’s why we came up here and why my shirt’s off” he explained before reaching for another shirt to slip on, and before you could apologize hermione spoke.

“l-love? darling? wait, wait— are you two together?” hermione babbled out like a fish out of water.

“surprise!” ron mocked jazz hands,

“nearly eight months” you add.

hermione’s nostrils flared as she walked up to ron “why. didn’t. you. tell. me.” she hit him with the rag between each word.

“y/n, i apologize if he has done anything stupid in the last eight months; he hadn’t had a girl tell him what he’s doing wrong” she said half-jokingly.

well now you felt worse; you thought hermione had tried to after ron, they really were just friends.

“i’ll leave you two alone now” hermione began to walk out the door, “oh and don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone; secrets safe with me” she said after peering her head through the door and ‘zipping’ her lips together and throwing away the key.

you sat next to ron, your heart was slowing down from the fast pace it was previously going at. after a few moments you started, “i’m sor—“

“i’m sorry” ron interrupted.

“why’re you sorry? i’m the one who went all crazy girlfriend.” you shifted closer to him.

“it’s understandable. if i saw you go up to your dorm with another guy, let’s be honest, i’d be way crazier” he placed a hand on your knee and sparks erupted. you were so sensitive to his touch that even the slightest graze of an elbow when you sat next to each other left your stomach doing flips.

“but i still shouldn’t have. you assured me that you and hermione were just friends and i didn’t believe you— i was just being insecure” you said the last part i’m a quiet voice, slightly hoping that he didn’t hear.

ron moved closer to you and wrapped an arm around you “there is no need to be insecure, you’re the only girl i want to be with”

“am i?” you asked, shifting away from ron.

“what’s that supposed to mean? there aren’t any other girls that flirt with me— right?” ron’s eyebrows furrowed.

“this isn’t about girls flirting won’t you l, i’m just saying— do you really want to be with me? am i that girl you dream of?” you stood up in front of him. your throat burned with every breath.

“of course i want to be with you!” this time he stood up.

“then why do act like you’re ashamed? why do we have to keep our relationship hidden?” you yelled out, partially startling ron. tears brimmed your eyes but you refused to let them down.

he walked up to you and grabbed the sides of you face. ron’s eyes were glossy and sunken; filled with guilt and sympathy. “i am not ashamed of you. i’m scared of what people would think about us— people would think ‘what a weird couple, she’s way too fit for him” he flayed his arms mockingly.

you playfully slapped his shoulder, “you care way too much about what others think, ron. besides, i’m tired of sneaking around.” you said more seriously.

“so what? you want to break up?” ron sat back down on the bed and pressed his lips together to keep from smirking.

you took a deep breath to keep yourself from ripping ron’s head off, “no, i— ugh, nevermind” you began to walk away

“i’m joking!” ron gently tugged your arm, and pulled you towards so you stood in between his legs. “y/n, do you want to be my public girlfriend?” he asked you as he wrapped his arms around you.

you put a finger to your chin, pretending to be thinking about it. “hmm, no thanks” you replied.

ron began poking and tickle at your sides.

“you know, if this is your way of getting me to be your girlfriend— stop it!— it’s not a very good one” you giggled in between words.

“merlin, you’re lucky i love you” ron breathed out, not quite realizing what he said.

“you what?” you asked breathlessly.

“oh shit, erm— i love you. yeah. i love you. that’s okay right? i mean you don’t have to say it back but if you want—“

you interrupted ron by kissing him, “i love you too” you mumbled against his lips.

everything worked out. ron loved you and you loved him back. fireworks erupted in your stomach every time you kissed him and your brain went foggy; focusing on nothing but him.

turns out that you are that girl he dreams of.

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[ch4nb4ng]

Continuation of [3:21]

Dom!Seungmin x fem reader

Warnings: praise, oral (fem receiving),

Word count: 1.1k

[3:31]

The feeling of Seungmin’s digits digging just above the crevice that were your hip bones was way too spectacular for such a simple thing. His breath was flaming hot, alternating between sucking harshly on the skin of your shoulder, and blowing on it once it became freshly marked. A hum of approval heard from his throat as he pushed himself completing up against your backside.

“Seungmin p-please.” A soft grunt escaped your lips as he edged his fingers closer to the insatiable heat between your legs. Any attempt to keep the noises behind the blind was a fail.

“Shhh pretty girl,” he purred, now grabbing a hold of said skirt that he suggested for you to wear, “you have to keep quiet or we will get kicked out.”

The tone of his voice, soft, yet stern, made the hairs on your limbs stand. This was very different from the sweet, boy next door vibe that Seungmin gave off around you. Almost satan had arrived and possessed his soul as he shoved the skirt out of his way, determined to also push the thin fabric that was your panties to the side. His stance was firm, your back flush to his chest as the heaviness of his breath fanned against your ear.

Part of you wanted to push him away, Jisung slowly playing in the back of your mind. Any thought of him, however, became void as soon as you felt Seungmin’s digits swipe roughly across your slit, a loud, but sudden moan escaping your lips.

Shit.

Shit was all you could say when you heard another pair of footsteps leading to the mere blind that covered you from being exposed to the rest of the store.

“Is everything okay in there?”

The poor lady. Voice full of genuine concern for you.

“Yes, I’m fine, sorry, I just fell over and hurt my knee, I’ll be out in a m-minute.”

He waited one minute, more like one second as he forcefully grabbed your shoulders, flipping you around, now pressing his front against you. A stifled moan came from him as he ground his hard on into your inner thigh. God, he was big. You could tell he was big from the way it looked as soon as he walked into the change room, but the way he was pushing his hips against your clothed core was infatuating.

“F-fuck,” you whined, causing Seungmin to push his hand over your mouth. What you thought would be suffocating, if anything, actually turned you on more.

But it was when he dropped to his knees, grabbing you by the wrists, opening your closed fists and plunging them on top of his head, did you actually notice how much he was really turning you on. The skirt was barely of obstruction to Seungmin now, ripping the thin, useless fabric that was completely drenched to your ankles in one swift motion.

“Jesus christ Seungmin,” you sighed, taking advantage of his proposal and tugging him closer to where you needed him, “you couldn’t wait until we weren’t in public?”

He said nothing. Instead, sticking out his tongue, flattening the muscle as he pushed into your folds, heavily lapping your clit. It was pure bliss, barely giving you anytime to react as he prodded two fingers at your entrance. Your legs were already shaking, easily melting into his touch now. No mercy was there for you. Not a second to breathe as he hands roamed around, easily finding their positions on your thighs as he glued you to the wall.

“Oh my god,” you panted, your filter, or any sense of control you once had dissipating with each second, “just like that.”

Seungmin hummed against you, allowing the vibrations from his throat to add even more pleasure being given to you. He followed by replacing his mouth with his fingers, the consistency of his mouth and his fingers massaging your clit was barely noticeable. He wanted a chance. He needed time to see how good he was making him feel; an ego boost, if you will. He was nothing but satisfied as he looked up to see your gaze weak, jaw hung open and eyes wide, almost as if you were in shock.

“Not what you were expecting from someone like me huh?”

The smirk on his face was priceless, knowing very well that you could barely speak a coherent word, let alone answer his question. He took his hand away for a brief moment, a muffled whine escaping your mouth. You had previously replaced Seungmin’s hand for silence with your own. The idea of racing to avoid being caught was fun, but the actual idea was genuinely mortifying. He justified his position, spreading your thighs even further apart, even going so far as to rest your foot on his shoulders. All the muscles in your upper body contracted as he brought his lips back to where the job wasn’t quite complete.

His face became scrunched in thought. He wanted to do his job of getting you off properly. To blow your mind out of this world that even the mere thought of Jisung would be a long, forgotten memory. And that was when an idea came to his head. Instead of his previous attack, like a predator in heat, he stuck his tongue out instead, almost like a seat for you to sit on. Hands still entangled in his locks, you easily complied, hips grinding down harshly along him, the wetness of your pussy enough to make it a smooth ride. It was now when your release was tipping on the edge. The all too familiar knot churning in your lower abdomen as he looked like a dog panting, tongue sticking firm to your clit, hands soothingly running up and down your sides. His touch providing a sense of coolness, allowing you to relax even more into his touch.

“F-fuck,” you whined, “I’m gonna cum Seungmin, don't stop.”

Your eyes screwed shut as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Seungmin chuckled once more, the vibration helping you to spill over the oh so dangerous edge. Your body began to shake, legs becoming nimble as you collapsed into him. Lucky his reflexes were quick, because there was no way you would have made a safe fall after such a mind-blowing orgasm.

Seungmin rose from his knee buckling position, grabbing you by the chin and placing a soft kiss to your lips and allowing you to have a test. Once your eyes fluttered open, he kept his fingers on your chin, turning it slightly to your left.

“Look at that,” Seungmin purred, forcing you to look into the annoyingly well-placed mirror next to you, “don’t forget that this is how easily I can have you wrapped my finger around you when you’re out having fun with him tonight.”

[joonessence]

The compliment // jjk

summary: When Jungkook remembers a passing comment you made about one of his friends, he makes sure you’ve learned your lesson.

wc: 2.9+k

tags: smut, pwp, kinda possessive/ jealous jk, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (obv stay safe guys), slightly dom!jk, praise kink, jk calls oc baby an insane amount, fluff at the end though, hmm i think that’s it?

notes: this is a part 2 for this but it can be read alone, also there’s like a year time jump between pt 1 and 2 so if i turn this into a series i’ll order them in the series masterlist in chronological order soon

Maybe it’s all the blood rushing to your head, but you’re positive you didn’t hear Jungkook correctly. It’s one of the rare days that you and your boyfriend have a day off. Normally, one of you would have come up with a way to spend your time together but after that time Jungkook tried taking you to the park and ended up pushing you just a little too hard off the swing (your unripped jeans became ripped jeans that day), you mutually decided that the plan-making responsibility, minus the times he planned dates, would fall to you. Today, you felt like doing absolutely nothing, leading to you and Jungkook laying on his bed with both of your feet resting on the wall behind it. You’d spent more than an hour like this before Jungkook asked you something that had you wracking your brain in search of a memory of what he mentioned.

You turn your head to look at him, incredulously. He’s still looking up at the ceiling with a growing smile on his face.

“Do I remember what?” you ask as you sit up, half expecting Jungkook to take back his statement and say it was all a joke.

“I said, do you remember when you called Namjoon the buff one? Before we started dating?” At this point, his smile looks like it’s taken up more than half his face. Why is he smiling when he’s asking if you remember complimenting someone else? Seeing the prolonged, baffled look on your face he sits up too and reaches for his phone.

“I’ll show you, I think I can still find the message,” Jungkook’s got this determined look on his face while scrolling through thousands of your texts throughout the last year. When you met him over a year ago, Jungkook instantly made you lose your breath. What really surprised you is that he still had the ability to do so, with his twinkling eyes and too bright smile. You were stuck for good, but you don’t mind; you actually preferred it. Jungkook lets out a triumphant noise, signaling to you that he’s found what he’s looking for, and he reads it out to you.

“Here it is, and I quote, ‘I was just wondering if you could tell your tall buff band member that I liked his voice.’ It’s right here!” Jungkook looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to confess your sins.

It takes everything inside you to not burst into laughter. Of course, the second Jungkook started reciting your message, you remembered it. You recalled testing the waters, to see if Jungkook would give you any sort of reaction and you also recalled thinking it was hilarious. God, you were so funny.

“Oh, I remember that, why are you asking?” you wonder, suddenly curious as to why he would bring it up so long after the fact.

“I just remembered it randomly, it’s so funny that you lied to try to get me to be jealous,” Jungkook states.

All in under a second, you decide to play along.

“Lied? Babe, what are you talking about?” you put on your best confused face to sell the act. You’re praying Jungkook falls for it.

He cocks his head to the side and looks puzzled for just a moment before he lets out a huff, “I know what you were trying to do, you lied and used Namjoon to get me jealous. I’m big enough to admit that it worked. You got me.”

You almost feel bad for what you’re doing. “I mean, yeah, that’s what I was doing but I wasn’t lying about Namjoon,” you trail off, quietly.

You can feel Jungkook’s fists clench on the mattress and you look up to see his eyes hardened. You’ve come to learn that Jungkook doesn’t like sharing much and definitely hates sharing attention from you. Jungkook is scooting towards you. He’s towering over you, making you feel small, his jaw clenched as he looks down at you.

“Since when have you thought that about him,” Jungkook spits out ‘him’ like he can’t speak Namjoon’s name anymore.

Your gaze falls as you hesitate to speak, considering calling the whole thing off, but you’re a beat too late. Jungkook’s thumb finds your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him.

“I was just kidding, Kookie. You know I only have eyes for you,” you gulp, nervously.

Jungkook scoffs, as if he doesn’t believe you, and then smirks. You already know what you’re in for.

“How about you try to prove it and if I believe you, you’ll get something in return,” Jungkook’s words flow out so smoothly that you’re already crawling down the bed.

When you muster up the courage to look up at Jungkook, he’s positioned himself with his back against the headboard. He sends you a questioning look, silently asking if this is okay, and when you nod, he’s smiling at you with that too bright smile, like he’s already forgiven your transgressions. You’re climbing into his lap to straddle him and before either of you can say anything, Jungkook pushes your head down, your lips meeting his. Jungkook’s hand slides over your cheek to your jaw to pry it open, his tongue slipping in and meeting yours. Underwear already soaking, you shift on Jungkook’s lap to find some relief, which you find only for a moment before he removes his hand from your jaw and places it on your hip to still your movements.

“I thought I said you’d get something in return only if I believed you,” Jungkook says with a smirk.

You let out a whine, this is so unfair, and Jungkook laughs, “Don’t complain, baby, you did this to yourself.”

A huff escapes past your lips before Jungkook is pulling you down again, this time towards his neck. You kiss his searing skin, the spot under his ear, then his jaw, and trail down the column of his neck. Jungkook’s letting out little grunts to encourage you to keep going. You lower your hands to the hem of his shirt to lift it up and pull it over his shoulders. You continue kissing down his chest and look up, anxious to get Jungkook’s approval. By the way his face is flushed, you know you’ve already got it. You get to the band of his sweatpants and leave light kisses, the kind that almost tickle.

“Don’t try teasing, baby, I won’t let it slide,” Jungkook states in a dominating tone.

You nod briefly and slide the sweats down. Jungkook’s cock, already hard, slaps his stomach. You let out a giggle, another thing you’ve learned: your Jungkook never wears underwear when he doesn’t have to. Your laughter dissipates quickly when you spot the curve of his cock, it always makes your mouth water and right now is no different. Jungkook moves his hand from the mattress to the side of your head, pushing your hair out of your eyes. You make an appreciative noise before grabbing the base of his cock and leaning over it to release a trail of spit, connecting him to your lips.

Jungkook’s breathy grunts let you know you’re doing something right when you move your hand up and down the length of his cock. You poke your tongue out to lick your lips and Jungkook groans.

“If you take any longer, I swear I’ll make you take care of yourself,” Jungkook threatens.

With that horrible thought in mind, you lean forward and place small kisses up the side of his cock, skin so hot you feel like it could burn you. You swirl your tongue around the angry, red tip and Jungkook’s hands find a place in your hair. Opening your mouth, you wrap your lips and the tip and suck, using the hand that’s not steadying yourself on Jungkook’s thigh to slide up and down the rest of his cock. 

“That’s it baby, look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” Jungkook praises, “Let’s see if you can fit some more in that pretty mouth, hmm?”

You try to nod without moving too much and continue sliding down, tongue rubbing against the thick vein on the underside. Jungkook’s cock feels heavy on your tongue, the way you like it. You get halfway before you hollow your cheeks. When you look up, Jungkook’s head is thrown back, his hair framing his face. Your heart swells at the sight for two reasons. 1. You love Jungkook so much and 2. Jungkook looks so good when you’re making him feel good, you make it your mission to have him always looking like this. 

Gripping your hair, Jungkook pulls you up, off his cock. You’re confused for a second before he explains.

“Are you gonna let me fuck your mouth, baby?” Jungkook’s tone is strong but his eyes give him away, he wants you to say yes so bad.

You nod your head and place your palms on his thighs to steady yourself before opening your mouth and taking his tip back in. You look at Jungkook to let him know you’re ready. Jungkook’s breath is shaky as he puts his hands back in your hair and starts to thrust into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, f-fuck that’s so good, baby,” Jungkook’s tip reaches the back of your throat. Your eyes are tearing up. “Take some more, baby.”

You try to slack your jaw to take more of Jungkook. Underwear beyond soaked, you straddle one of Jungkook’s legs and press your core down on it. The pressure is tamed by your shorts but it’s enough for now. Letting Jungkook thrust forcefully into your mouth, you circle your hips on his leg, moaning around his cock at the feeling of your sticky underwear against your skin. 

“Namjoon’s cock wouldn’t look as good in your mouth, hmm, baby?” Jungkook lets out between groans. You look up at him and nod, eagerly. When Jungkook catches sight of your gyrating hips, he shoves you off his cock and sits up, chest to chest with you.

“Didn’t you hear me the first two times? What makes you think you can use my leg?” Jungkook looks angry now.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

Jungkook’s frown grows into a smirk. He’s got something planned.

“You want it that bad, hmm?” Jungkook fakes concern, “Beg.”

This was new for Jungkook, not that you minded. He looks at you with real concern this time, afraid he’s overstepped his boundaries.

“Jungkook, please, I need something, please, Jungkook, please help me,” you plead, repeatedly. If he doesn’t touch you, you think you could die.

“Good girl, baby. Come here,” He lays back down and motions you to come up.

His lips clash against yours in a messy kiss. His hands slide over your shoulders and down to your waist, pushing down your shorts. You wiggle out of them and place your legs on either side of Jungkook, his hands instantly finding your hips and pushing them down against him. His cock is hard against your clothed pussy, rubbing up and down providing relieving friction for you both. You moan, aching for something.

“Lay down,” Jungkook mumbles against your mouth.

He flips you over on your back and leaves wet kisses down your neck. With your help, your shirt comes off and right away his hands find your breasts, massaging and kneading. He’s kissing around one nipple while his hand is tugging on the other. It’s a little rough but Jungkook knows you like it like that. You moan loudly, unable to keep it in and Jungkook is smirking against your nipple.

“Namjoon wouldn’t have you making those noises, right, baby?”

You nod, hoping and praying that eventually Jungkook will move his hand towards your pussy. Instead, Jungkook shakes his head and tuts. 

“Not good enough, gotta say it,” Jungkook looks smug now.

Normally, you would show some resistance to Jungkook’s inflated ego but right now that issue pales in comparison to how badly you need him to touch you. 

“Namjoon can’t, he couldn’t, just you. It’s just you, Kookie,” you babble. 

Satisfied, Jungkook kisses down your stomach, his tongue tracing the sensitive parts above the waistband of your underwear, your body is second nature to Jungkook. With his fingers hooked onto the sides, he drags your underwear down your legs, slowly, not wanting to give into you just yet. His hands come back up your legs and push them open to reveal your dripping pussy. He squeezes the flesh of your thighs and leaves open-mouthed kisses on the insides. Your hole clenches around nothing, as if trying to tempt Jungkook into giving it a taste. 

“Such a pretty pussy, baby, so wet for me,” Jungkook says and you bask in the glory that is another praise from Jungkook. 

Finally, Jungkook’s fingers trail from your thigh to the puffy lips of your core and spread them open to see your swollen clit. Jungkook sighs like it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever witnessed, he makes you feel like it really is. He blows warm air and the contrast between it and the cool air of the room makes you tremble. In a swift movement, Jungkook is pushing forward and leaving a wet kiss on your clit.

“Oh m-my god, Jungkook, please, keep going,” you beg him, but it’s your idea this time.

Pleased, Jungkook rewards you and licks a fat stripe from your hole back up to your clit before stuffing you full of his tongue. Your legs try to shut around his head, but Jungkook pushes them back open and circles his arms around the backs of them to keep them in place. His thumb moves to press down on your clit and circle around it. Your hips buck involuntarily into Jungkook’s face and he groans out like he welcomes it. Jungkook circles his lips around your clit and sucks while prodding your hole with two fingers.

“You look so good, so good for me only,” Jungkook asserts.

“Only for you Jungkook, no one else,” you breathe out, surprised you can even make out the words.

Jungkook’s fingers slide in smoothly, you’re unable to keep your mouth shut, going from letting out high pitched whines to begging Jungkook to keep going. Your hands shoot to his hair, pulling it the way you know Jungkook likes. His fingers move in and out with a purpose while his tongue rubs over your clit. Legs shaking and the feeling of release nearing, you tug on his hair and remove him from your core.

“Kookie, I-I can’t, I’ll come if you keep going,” you say breathlessly, hoping he gets the message.

“Fuck, okay, baby.”

He leaves one last kiss on your clit before he’s moving up to kiss you. You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips. Jungkook takes hold of his cock and rubs the tip against your swollen lips.

“Look how wet you are, just soaking for me,” Jungkook’s in awe.

Jungkook finally pushes himself past the tight ring of muscle. Both letting out a sigh, you revel in the way he stretches you out so good. Jungkook thrusts hard into you and you let out a whine- turned moan.

“You take me so well, baby, so perfect. Namjoon can’t make you feel the way I do, hmm?”

“F-faster, Kookie, p-please, I’m so close,” you say, feeling your stomach tightening.

Jungkook listens and throws your legs over his shoulders, at this new angle you can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock. Moans are spilling out of both of you at an uncontrollable rate.

“F-fuck, say it, say I’m the only one that can make you feel like this, can make you come like this,” Jungkook pants out between thrusts.

“It’s only you Jungkook, just you, no one else, I love you, Kookie,” you ramble on, almost to tears.

Jungkook lurches forward to press his lips to yours. His hand, between your sweaty bodies, travels down to circle around your clit, bringing you closer to the edge.

“I love you, baby,” Jungkook mumbles on your lips, unwilling to move his lips from yours for just a second. 

Jungkook’s thrusts are becoming more sporadic, and he brings his free hand down onto the pillow, beside your head for balance, you can tell he’s close. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your release coming any moment now.

“Open your eyes, baby, look at me when you come,” Jungkook says and who are you to refuse?

Your hand reaches up to grab his hand, the one on the pillow, as you come. Your legs shake and your lips tremble as moans tumble from your mouth. With a few more thrusts, Jungkook is covering your fluttering walls with his warm come. Jungkook removes himself from inside you and lays beside you, both trying to catch your breaths. His breathing still hasn’t returned to normal when he turns and looks at you.

“I feel kinda bad for Namjoon.” Jungkook laughs, breathlessly.

“Why are we still talking about Namjoon after all that,” you ask, almost too tired to, but you know if you don’t ask, he’ll just tell you anyway.

“Well,” Jungkook sits up with his head leaning on his hand and explains, “He doesn’t get to love you like I do. I feel bad for everyone who isn’t me because they don’t have you like I do.”

It’s so true, it’s only Jungkook who can make you feel the way he does.

[mrs-march-ahs]

May you please do 1,23,57,11,17 with James overstimulating the heck out of the (female) reader?

James March Overstimulating the Heck Out of You

I swear I’m working through requests! I’m sorry it’s so so long! I just love this man so much! As always, requests and feedback are appreciated.

I obviously recommend reading the whole thing, but if you want the smut then skip to the paragraph that begins “You are going to make this up to me”

Words- 3.2k

1. “Please, let me taste you.”

23. “I’m proud of you.”

57. “I won’t stop until you pass out.”

11. “You’re fucking hot when you cry.”

17. “One last time, please?”

Enjoy :)

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You sit at the Cortez bar, moving your glass around on its edge, swirling your martini in circles. You look at it longingly and deep in thought, which is immediately noticed by Liz.

“Something on your mind, honey?”, she says, and stops wiping down the counter to lean down slightly in front of you, with a worried expression on her face.

You break out of your trance and look at her and smile warmly at how much she cares about you.

“I just have a question…”, you hesitate and quickly explain. “Because of course you’ve known James a lot longer than I have, and of course I value your opinion”.

Liz’s worried expression turns into a laugh and she picks up her cloth to get back to work.

“Spit it out”.

You laugh awkwardly and look back down at your glass, to think exactly what to say.

“Is James, sensitive?”, you ask. A blank expression covers her face, as she waits for you to say more. You feel defeated and sigh before explaining.

“I know he has a big ego, and I would honestly hate to hurt him, but recently…he’s not been too great. I’ve even had to…you know”. You close your eyes to avoid eye contact.

“Fake it”.

A huge laugh erupts from Liz as she shakes up another martini for you. You watch awkwardly, waiting for her laughing to come to a halt and give you some advice. Sadly, she doesn’t stop. You look at her slightly upset and she immediately tries to calm herself.

“Girl, why is it such a big deal? If he isn’t doing good, tell him”.

An unknown voice from behind you chuckles warmly before sitting down next to you. He looks at you with a friendly smile and orders a whiskey from Liz. She promptly gives him his order and refills your drink too. You thank her and take a sip from your drink, while the stranger takes the opportunity of being out of your vision to look at you, up and down. He fixates his sight on your cleavage before you look at him, quickly forcing him to snap out of it. Though you were obviously loyal to James, it was nice to know that other men were still interested in you, despite some of your insecurities.

“Imagine having a lady like this, and forcing her to fake orgasms”, he clicked his tongue a few times before smirking at you. “What a waste”. His compliments redden your cheeks and make you let out breathy laughs. His penetrating gaze on you made you warm inside.

“What’s your name?”, you happily ask the stranger.

“Will”. He replies and smiles back at you. Before he has a second to bounce the question back at you, you feel strong hands around your waist. You look over your shoulder straight away to see a very angry and tense James March behind you, pulling your waist off the bar stool.

“I apologize dearly, but we have to go”, James snaps keeping his eyes on the still smirking man.

“No worries, see you later, darling”, Will says and winks at you, before taking a big drink of whiskey.

James looks at him with his jaw tensed and puts his arm around your waist tightly, before walking away with you. You try to keep up with his quick and angry pace as he takes you to your room, staying silent the whole trip there. He opens the door and pushes you in the room. You stumble in trying to not fall over, and you turn to look at him as he slams the door shut and locks it. You smile at him innocently.

“Don’t play innocent with me now, darling!”, he barks at you, coming close to you. “Is this what you do when I’m not around? Must you have constant attention?”. Instead of answering his questions, you kiss him. He kisses you back forcefully and grabs you by the waist, heading for the bed. He rips your white satin dress off in one quick motion and throws it to the ground before pushing you on the bed.

“I’m going to remind you to whom you belong”, he says sternly and climbs over you. “Because clearly you must have forgotten”. James takes off his blazer and starts to unbuckle his belt. “I haven’t forgotten”, you say sweetly, and pull him closer to your face by his tie. You whisper seductively, “I’m all Will’s”. His expression switches from slightly jealous to intense anger at you. Although he knew you were only pushing his buttons, your disobedience made it clear that you didn’t care for the consequences. And he couldn’t have that.

He straddles you and takes his tie off and uses it to tightly restrain your hands to the bed frame. As he is securing a tight knot on one of your wrists, you use your hand to palm him through his pants and start to unzip them. He glares at you but continues working at your hands and doesn’t stop until you unzip his fly completely and take out his pulsing cock and stroke him. He quickly grabs your wrist and ties a knot around it. “Please let me taste you, Sir”, you beg. Although James was a fan of Daddy, respectful words like Sir and Mr. March were his kryptonite. Usually, they get a very enthusiastic response, but instead he shakes his head and laughs darkly.

“You truly believe you can get away with anything”. You giggle at him but quickly stop when he stares at you. He gets off the bed and starts to loop his belt back through his pants, and quickly puts on his blazer too. He smiles sarcastically at your confused expression and grabs his cane. Your eyes widen and your mouth opens as he begins to walk towards the door. You shout his name repeatedly, but he doesn’t stop, until he walks towards the clock on the wall. He gently takes it off and sets it down on the desk facing down.

“Why would you do that? James please! Please don’t leave me here!”, you beg him and pull at your restrains, which do not move in the slightest.

“James! What if somebody walks in?”, you whine desperately and wriggles around the bed. James gives you a quick glance and chuckles at your desperation but instead of helping you, he gives you a quick wave and shuts the door behind him. You scream his name but quickly regret it, hoping that it doesn’t attract the attention of anybody else. The bed creaks slightly as you jump around trying to get your restraints off, but only hurting your wrists in the process. You wince and decide to stay still, but quickly come to realize that you don’t even know how long James will leave you here for. Assumingly until you learn your lesson. Even the sheer idea of him coming back and punishing you for being a brat makes you even wetter than before. You whine to yourself as you rub your legs together, attempting to get some release on your tingling crotch, but instead just looking like a cricket. You huff when it doesn’t work and try to relax your body, looking up at the ceiling. Though you knew it would only make your situation worse, your mind couldn’t help but wander to filthy scenarios in which James punishes you for being such a bad girl.

After what felt like an hour, you hear steps coming towards your bedroom door and the handle turn. Your cheeks flush red in embarrassment and you shut your eyes tightly, hoping that it was James. The loud slam of the door makes your body jerk and your eyes open, looking at James walking towards you, smiling widely. You huff at him as he steps by the bed looking down at you.

“I think you’ll be happy to know dear, you do not have to worry about Will Drake anymore”, James says happily, and looks at your confused face. Fear runs through your body as he unbuttons his blazer, revealing his blood-stained shirt. He takes it off and carefully hangs it on the chair, taking his time with every step, purposely to annoy you.

You’re lost for words watching James take off his shirt, throwing it in the laundry basket.

“Just because I talked to somebody, you killed him?!”, you spit at him, the effect of your harsh words not getting through to him, as you remain tied up on the bed at his mercy.

“Have you learned your lesson, dearest?”, James says calmly. As if he didn’t just take somebody’s life. You couldn’t help but feel guilty and responsible about his death, and angry at James for being so casual about it.

You try to scold him for what he did as he sits on the edge of the bed, looking at your almost naked body up and down, his face showing no remorse.

“He didn’t deserve to die! He was just being friendly! He was telling me that if I were his girlfriend, I wouldn’t have to fake orgasms!”. The second the last word came out of your mouth, your stern face softened and looked at James, waiting for his reaction. He looks over at sorry face with an enraged expression. He stood up and towered over you as you laid there helplessly. Though his parted lips looked like he was getting ready to shout, he didn’t. Instead, he speedily untied your hands from the bed. You watched him, looking at his tense muscles and chest, combined with his tough and mean expression, making you even wetter.

“You are going to make this up to me”. He growled and pulled you to sit up by your hair. You gasp as he pulls you towards the floor. You get on your knees and watch him sit at the edge of the bed and unbuckle his belt just enough to get his soft cock out. He wedges his foot between your legs to part them and pulls your hands to link behind him. You look up at him, inches away from his dick and wait for permission to put him in your mouth. Though disobedient before, the last thing you needed is for him to tease you longer and delay your orgasm more than already. He shoved himself into your mouth and urgently started suckling on him.

“Do not even think about stopping until I’m hard”, he snapped at you. He keeps his shoe between your legs and rubs it against your crotch making you moan softly around him. He groans as you do so, feeling the vibrations on his dick.

“You’re so wet; you’re polishing my shoe”, he chuckles and grabs your hair, pulling you down further on his now hard cock. He throws his head back as you gag on his length and moan from even the minimal friction you get from his shoe. You close your eyes in humiliation that that little contact can have such an effect on you. James’ grip on the hair at the back of your head tightens and he yanks it, making you open your eyes and look up at him.

“Keep your eyes on me, darling”.

He groans and pulls your head off his hard cock. He stands up and pulls you to lay face first on the bed. You lay still and try to look over your shoulder at James, pulling his belt from his pants and folding it in half roughly, he spreads your legs and stands between them, looking down at your perfect ass. He rubs his large hand over your cheek and exhales, minimal contact once against making you melt. As you relax and moan softly, he stops and holds his belt with a tight grip. As you go to look over at what he’s doing, he snaps the belt down on your ass cheek, making you squirm in pain. Your hand instinctively goes to touch your sore mark, but James pushes your hand away, and belts you once again. Heat burned throughout your body, on the inside and out and you whimper. He forcefully pulls down your underwear and rips it all the way off your body. His dominance making you gasp and the cool air hitting your dripping pussy making you shiver. As you breathe heavily and try to relax again, he resumes belting you, this time, not stopping after every one and giving you five new bright red marks. The constant stinging brings tears to your eyes and you shut your eyes tightly, trying to make them go away, but instead forcing them out. As another hard whip hits you, you bite your lip but can’t help letting the tears all fall out and wailing quietly.

“You’re so fucking hot when you cry”. As a proud gentleman, James rarely swore. But the times he did emphasized his words so much and made them so much hotter, that you couldn’t help but bite your lip harder, and look at him. Your teary eyes made James melt and softened, as he rubbed his hand over your thigh lovingly.

“You’re taking your punishment very well, kitten. Why don’t you prove to me that you’ve learned your lesson, and take a few more?”, he suggests. It becomes clear in his much softer tone that he wouldn’t continue striking you if you didn’t want it. It was this slight safety net that made you nod your head at him, willing to try to take as many belts as thought was fit. He spares no time before he steps back slightly and whips across both ass cheeks. You jump and wince, but no longer cry, getting used to the pain, and kind of liking it. He strokes some hair out of your face and turns your head to the side so he can see you. He doesn’t break eye contact as he hits you again and again, several times with no break. You wince repeatedly and once tears return to your eyes, James drops his belt on the bed and takes his pants and underwear off.

“I’m proud of you”. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you up to get on your knees. “I think you may have learned your lesson about teasing me by sharing your attention with other men.”

“However, you still need to make up all those fake orgasms to me”, he says bluntly, slamming into your pussy in one thrust. You moan and bounce forward. You try to prop your body up with your shaky hands, but before you can do that, James grabs your still sore wrists and holds them behind your back, forcing your face into the mattress. He slams into you repeatedly and fills you up deeper every time. Your already dripping wet pussy swallows every inch of him and clenches around him, earning rhythmic moans from James. The sound alone is enough to bring you over the edge and you moan loudly as you cum for him. His pace gets faster and you whine and whimper as you try to look at him with pleading eyes.

“J-James I already-”

“How am I meant to know whether that was real? Perhaps you are a master at the craft of faking orgasms?”, he says sarcastically, letting go of your hands and grabbing your waist, thrusting himself into you and pushing your body onto his, going in deeper. You moan as you still tingle from your previous orgasm, very quickly reaching close to your second. James reaches round and rubs your clit, making you jump from overstimulation, but he doesn’t let you go and continues thrusting in you fast. The extra touch from him brings you to your second orgasm. You moan and swear incoherently, making James chuckle and moan louder. He continues thrusting into you and you lean forward to get away. He pushes you to lay down and kneels on the bed, still fucking you from behind. You become slightly limp as he leans over your flat body, fucking you. Every time his pelvis touches your sore ass, you flinch. He pulls your shoulder up, forcing you to prop yourself up on your elbows. He wraps his big hand around your neck and kisses you shoulder as he thrusts in you, increasingly groaning in your ear.

“James I’ve already cum twice for you”, you say, your voice breaking up with every harsh thrust into your aching and creaming pussy. His grip around your throat tightens.

“I won’t stop until you’ve passed out”. His harsh words make you shiver and as you open your lips to argue, he purposely thrusts hard, pushing against your ass, making you cry out. The stringing and burning mixed with the hard thrusts hitting your g-spot force another orgasm from you. But after a few more movements hitting your ass, you choke back a cry and James instantaneously lets go of your throat and slows down his thrusts slightly. He looks at you and flips you over. He climbs over you and continues moving slowly, looking at your tired face.

“One last time, please? You’re doing so well my darling”. He cups your cheek, and you lean into his touch. You nod tiredly and wrap your hands around his neck. He starts thrusting harder but tries to keep his speed reasonable, to not hurt you. However, you liked it, the pain from all the stimulation of the day increasing your pleasure. He kisses your neck and sucks on certain spots that he knows you like, making you moan softly in his ear. You reach down and rub your sore clit to bring you to orgasm quicker, but James pulls your hand away and puts his thumb on it and rubs you. You smile slightly and relax your body, knowing he won’t go too hard on you anymore. He moans and watches you intensely, your lax body bouncing up, causing your boobs to jiggle. The sight of you with dried tears down your cheeks and red rings around your wrists fits right into his corruption kink and groans as he releases in you, making sure to keep up speed on your clit. Watching him come undone and fill you up makes you moan his name and cum one last time. After riding out both of your orgasms for a few more seconds, you close your legs and push him off, too sore on the inside and out for him to continue.

He lays down next to you and kisses where your tears slid down your cheeks. You roll over to face him and he puts his arm around you. After a minute to gather your thoughts and catch your breath, you look at him.

“I promise that next time a man is too friendly with me, I’ll mention you straight away”. James chuckles lightly.

“Instead, darling, please promise me that you will never deceive me with a fake orgasm again”. You smile at him and nod, then peck his lips. “Feel free to flirt with whoever you chose, dearest. Next time, I’ll punish you harder”.

[trappedham]

God, so much has happened. Usually I post tidbits as I'm playing but I just got. Immersed. So let me tell you what's happened so far djdjdf

I nearly drowned, starved, and dehydrated to death scrounging around for resources. Barely worth it, I got like two or three things of silver and a couple other stuff before deciding to head back and unload all my crap. I did learn a valuable lesson though, and that is the difference between outcroppings, there's limestone, sandstone, and I think shale. I also read that sometimes you can get stuff from the barnacles on the Reefback- who is friendly, by the way! Sea fren! :D Although he only gave me copper, I made sure to say thanks.

I went on a big ravenous hunt for fish so poor Ryley wouldn't die. Already ate through his rations :( and then I left Avery on read when he called back- again, hunting. He always calls at the worst times, I swear 🙄

Oh! And I crafted the radiation suit! And the habitat builder! We're going up in life, baby! Still can't do anything with them tho 😔 but we're getting there! I was at least able to slap down a foundation near the radiation field around the ship, which is maybe not the best place for it so. I might move it around later.

The Sunbeam was an ordeal. Starting with, Avery gave me some coordinates to meet at, said not to keep him waiting. Motherfu- On top of that, I'm hauling ass across the ocean on my seaglide, battery at 70%. There is an island IN VIEW, there is a TIMER set at 20 MINUTES, it is now at 18 minutes. The radio icon pops up. MOTHERFU- THE AUDACITY.

I turn around, haul ass back to my pod 1000 meters away. The message is. Weird. Distorted? Something about nine subjects, and some agents... nothing to worry about, right? It's not Avery like I'd thought, and it's not another survivor-but they're already dead... so, something else?

Whatever, I'll sort it out later. The timers still ticking down. So, I make the trek across the ocean AGAIN- and now my seaglide is at ~50% and I finally set foot on this island. To get bitten by a crab. At this point I am VERY upset, and once I have a dead cyclops spider crab at my feet, I notice the just. BIGASS fucking building on the island. The crippling fear of being alone, and not. Well, I certainly have time to spare. I figure out the dohickey and go inside, scanning this and that- it's all very impressive. It's so cool. I thoroughly enjoyed the place, except for the part where it STABBED ME >:[ NOT COOL. Oh, yeah, and we're Down with the Sickness✨ whatever that means lol and the planet is under quarantine... haha. 😬

There wasn't much to do after that, and the timer was starting to get low so I made my way back out and started going through all of the new stuff and info I got. Apparently this thing was built to forcefully quarantine the place because of whatever outbreak... which I've now got. Which means that this thing was maybe the reason the Aurora crashed... if it could do THAT to the Aurora, I wonder what it'd do to an itty bitty tradeship. I'm sure that this is a fixed outcome-they wouldn't let me off of a water planet in a game all about surviving on a water planet, that'd be the end of the game. And so, I watch the Sunbeam come down from orbit, and I watch, exactly as it had with the Aurora, rain fire on the ship. Being smaller, it explodes in flame.

RIP Avery Quinn of Sunbeam & crew

I root around on the island for a bit longer for resources and head home. My storage system is... not favorable. I haven't picked up the blueprint for a room yet, so I can't slap down some lockers and it won't let me in the escape pod. I fear for my mortal life if I deconstruct something in there to fit one it STILL won't let me, because it's a special structure. I don’t dare.

Currently, I've resorted to the "water locker" system which. Isn't favorable, but it works. It's a fate I've been trying to avoid, but alas. I named them Sunbeam and Aurora. IM NOT SENTIMENTAL SHUT UPPP

Aurora holds all the extra gear I'm not using, and Sunbeam holds my extra materials :P the storage container in the lifepod holds some minerals and my medkits and stuff, with some free space and I'm currently only carrying my essential tools, and prepping to head out to the radzone. Hoping to find more blueprints for stuff and not get eaten. You don't wanna eat me, I'm diseased, promise 🤞😔

Oh yeah, and while checking out my storage situation um. I about SHIT myself when a fish face started. I don't know. Floating ominously in my lifepod's walls?? I thought my game was glitching, and impossibly one of the big game fish found me and was trying to eat me?? But um. It didn't. It spoke instead which um. Hi. It asked what I was and then fucking dipped which is. Great.

Ryley sure is having a time out here

[selfignitingimagines]

Stiles- If I Can’t Have You, No One Can (Obsessed Part 4)

A/N: When I was initally writing this series I had a set plan for where I wanted it to end and how. I was recently rewatching the last few episodes of season 2 and I got struck with some inspiration. Let me know down below if you guys want a part 5 so I can continue the series!

TRIGGER WARNING: Stalking, kidnapping

Here are the links for Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

“Right there!” Stiles cried, frantically gesturing toward the computer screen on his dad’s desk. “Stop! Stop! See? There he is again.”

They were scrolling through hours of security footage recorded at the hospital the night one of Matt’s victims was killed. So far, all they had managed to capture were shots of him with his back turned. This tape was no different. 

“You mean there’s the back of his head again,” the Sheriff told him. 

“Okay, but look. He’s talking to someone!”

Scott followed Stiles’ gaze. His eyes widened. “He’s talking to my mom.”

He hastily pulled out his phone out of his jeans and called his mom, hoping she would be able to confirm that it was Matt. Stiles tapped his foot nervously as they talked. His shoulders slumped in relief when he heard her say that Matt was the one she had seen. 

“Alright,” the Sheriff said when she hung up. He picked up a manila evidence folder from his desk. 

“We’ve got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site...”

“And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders,” Stiles said. “The trailer, the hospital, and the rave.”

“Actually four,” the Sheriff told him, flipping through the documents in the folder. “A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt a few hours before the murder.”

Stiles let out a sigh of relief. “Alright, Dad, if one’s an incident, two’s a coincidence, and three’s a pattern, what’s four?”

“Four’s enough for a warrant.”

Stiles curled his fist in triumph. “We can find Y/n.”

“Scott, call your mom back. See how quickly she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott’s mom in when she gets here.”

 “On it.” Stiles nodded hastily and turned down the hall. 

His whole body was humming with adrenaline now. He had spent the whole night terrified, wondering what Matt was doing to you. Stiles knew you were probably betting on the fact that they would find you. After all, it was what he would have done in your situation. 

You have saved each other plenty of times before, and now it was his turn again. He knew he could do it, he just wasn’t sure what Matt would do to you in the meantime. 

Stiles had tried his best to protect you, but he knew it hadn’t been enough. He should have pushed harder when he suggested you go to the police the other night. He should have kept a closer eye on you at the party, but he had been too caught up in his own issues. 

He tried to shake off those thoughts as he walked down the halls of the station, telling himself that he still had time to make up for it. He had told you the other night that everything he did was to keep you safe, and that was still true. 

As he rounded the corner of the hall, Stiles realized that the officer on duty was no longer standing at the front desk. 

“Hello?” he called, looking around for her. 

That was when he noticed her black combat boot sticking out from behind the corner of the desk. He felt a shiver run down his spine, and he realized she was lying on the floor among a mess of fallen papers. Her eyes were wide open, but they weren’t moving, and her tan uniform was stained dark red with blood.

She was dead, but as Stiles took in the horrific sight, he also noticed another chilling detail. The holster on her hip was empty. Someone had taken her gun. 

Stiles stumbled back, turning around, only to come face to face with you.“Y/n?”

Tears were slipping from your eyes, and your lip was trembling. You looked terrified, standing there in your disheveled dress. It was the same one you had been wearing at the party last night.

Matt was standing behind you, one hand one your shoulder as he pressed the dead officer’s gun into your back. 

“If you make one move I’ll shoot her,” he told Stiles. 

Stiles reluctantly held up his hands. “Okay. Okay, fine.”

“I’m sorry,” you mouthed, but he shook his head. You had to know this wasn’t your fault. 

Matt kept the barrel of the gun pressed against your back as Stiles led you further into the station. He turned into his dad’s office, and you realized that the Sheriff and your brother were also there. 

“Y/n!” Scott cried. 

He started forward, but Matt ordered him to stop, waving the gun so he and the others could see it. 

“Matt,” the Sheriff said slowly. He held up his hands. 

“It’s Matt, right? Matt, whatever’s going on, I guarantee there’s a solution that doesn’t involve a gun.”

Matt’s lips curled into a sick grin. “You know it’s funny you say that, because I don’t think you’re aware of just how right you are.”

“I know you don’t wanna hurt people-”

“Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You four weren’t on my list, but I could be persuaded...and one way is to try calling somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing.”

Scott ripped his hand out of his pocket, looking between you and Stiles apologetically.

“That...that could definitely get someone hurt.”

“Everyone?” Matt gestured with the gun, and you knew he was telling them to give up their phones. “Now!”

“Come on,” the Sheriff told the boys calmly. 

Stiles looked back at you. 

“Pretty sure he tossed mine out the window last night,” you muttered. 

Matt led the four of you to the tiny jail at the back of the station. There, he made Stiles handcuff his dad to a bench. You felt your stomach drop. Now the three of you were completely on your own with Matt.

He waved the three of you in front of him and forced you to walk up to the front of the station. As you passed by another hallway, you gasped.

Three other officers were lying in the hallway and all of them appeared to be dead. Their chests had been ripped open so forcefully that every wall around them was splattered with blood. 

You looked away, fighting the urge to vomit. 

“What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?” Scott demanded.

“No,” Matt said with a scoff. “That’s what Jackson’s for. I just think about killing them...and he does it.”

He forced you back into Stilinski’s office, where he made Stiles log into his dad’s computer. Matt had him delete every bit of evidence, including the video footage of him at the hospital. Scott was destroying the paper evidence in the shredder, including the shoe prints that would have matched Matt’s boots. 

Stiles glared at Matt from behind the desk, wanting to rip him apart as he stroked his fingers down your hair. He had forced you to sit next to him on the couch, and you were currently staring intently at the tiled floor. 

Stiles had already seen the bruises Matt had left on your throat. The only thing keeping him from jumping across that desk was the knowledge that Matt would have Jackson rip all of you to pieces at a moment’s notice. 

“Deleted,” he told Matt bitterly, gesturing toward the computer. “And we’re done. So, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it, because they killed you first-whatever that means-we’re good here, right? I’ll just get my dad and we’ll go. You know, you continue on the whole vengeance thing, enjoy the Kanima.”

Before he could respond, the glow of headlights swept through the windows. You could hear tires crunching on the gravel of the parking lot outside.

“Sounds like your mom’s here,” Matt told you and Scott.

“Matt, don’t do this,” you begged. 

“When she comes to the door, we’ll just tell her to leave,” Scott added. “I’ll tell her we didn’t find anything! Please, Matt.”

The sound of the metal door creaking open echoed through the station, and Matt grinned. “If you don’t move now, I’m gonna kill Y/n first, and then your mom.”

He pressed the gun up against your back, and Scott glared at him. Matt pulled you up by the back of your dress and gestured for Scott and Stiles to go first. 

“Open it,” he ordered Scott, when you had made your way back to the front lobby.

“Please,” Scott begged one more time.

“Open. The. Door,” Matt told him, enunciating each word carefully. 

Scott reached out, shaking his head regretfully. When he turned the knob, the door slowly creaked open to reveal the person standing there. It wasn’t your mom, but Derek Hale. 

“Oh thank god,” Scott breathed. 

But Derek simply stared at him. Then, he pitched forward and slammed straight onto the floor below. Jackson was standing behind him, half transformed. He held up one scaly hand, still dripping with clear venom, and stalked into the lobby.

Matt walked over and knelt in front of Derek, flipping him on his back. He was now completely paralyzed.

“This is the one controlling him?” Derek asked from the floor. “This kid?”

“Well, Derek, not everyone’s lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf.”

Matt straightened up, glancing between you, Scott, and Stiles. “That’s right! I’ve learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas...it’s like a freakin’ halloween party every full moon.”

He smirked. “Except for you Stiles. What do you turn into?”

Stiles glared at him. 

“Abominable snowman,” he snarked. “But it’s more of, like, a wintertime thing. You know...seasonal.”

Matt rolled his eyes, and in seconds, Jackson was swiping his claws across the back of Stiles neck.

“Hey!” you cried. 

“Bitch,” Stiles swore at Matt, before his knees went out from under him. He crashed onto the ground, right on top of Derek’s chest. 

“Get him off of me,” Derek growled. 

Matt laughed. “Oh, I don’t know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must suck though, having all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you’re not used to feeling this helpless.”

Derek glared up at him from the floor. “Still got some teeth. Scoot down here a little closer, huh? We’ll see how helpless I am.”

“Yeah, bitch.”

Stiles’ voice was muffled from being facedown against Derek’s chest, but you couldn’t help but smile. 

For the second time that night, headlights flashed through the windows of the sheriff’s station. You could hear another car pulling to a stop outside. 

“Is that your mom?” Matt asked. “Do what I tell you to, and I won’t hurt her. I won’t even let Jackson near her. 

“Scott, don’t trust him,” Stiles mumbled into Derek’s shirt.

Scott remained frozen in front of the door, but Matt was impatient. He reached forward, snatching you by your hair and tugging you back against him. He wrapped his arm around your neck, squeezing against your windpipe and cutting off your breath.

“This work better for you?” he asked Scott.

You reached up, scratching at his arms, but he didn’t even flinch. 

“Okay, stop, just stop,” your brother begged. 

“Then do what I tell you to!” Matt spat. 

“Okay, alright, stop!”

Matt finally let you go, right as you were on the verge of blacking out. You hit the floor on your hands and knees, gasping and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. 

“You,” Matt said, gesturing to Jackson. “Take them in there. You two, with me.”

He yanked you up off the ground by your arm, and gestured for Scott to open the door as Jackson hauled Derek and Stiles out of the lobby. 

When the door finally opened, Matt pulled you behind the corner of the hallway. You could hear the door squeaking open, and your mom asking “Scott?”

You were trembling as Matt held you back against his chest. What would he do to your mom?”

“You scared me,” you heard her say. “Where is everyone?”

That was when Matt shoved you out in front of him. Your mom gasped your name. As far as she had known, you were still missing. 

When she saw Matt come out behind you and press the gun against your back, she froze. 

“Mom,” Scott told her nervously. “Just do what he says. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you.”

“He’s right,” Matt agreed. 

Then, he raised the gun, and shot Scott in the stomach. You and your mom both screamed, but as she rushed forward, Matt pointed the gun at you. 

“But I didn’t say I wouldn’t hurt him.”

Scott was holding himself up using the wall, just barely managing to not fall to his knees. He had one hand pressed against his side, and blood was beginning to pool through his shirt. You knew he would heal from the gunshot wound, but your mom didn’t.

She tried to step forward, but Matt waved the gun.

“Back! Back!” he ordered. 

“Mom,” Scott choked. “Mom, do it. Please mom.”

You could hear Stiles' dad from all the way at the back of the station. He had undoubtedly heard the gunshot. 

“Matt! Matt, listen to me-!”

“Shut up!” Matt roared. “Shut up! Everybody shut the hell up!”

He gestured to Scott before training the gun back on you. “Get up, or I shoot your sister next.”

“Please,” your mom begged. Tears were running down her cheeks. “He needs to see a doctor.”

Matt tilted his head. “You think so?”

“It’s alright,” Scott insisted. “I’m okay.”

“No, sweetie, you’re not,” your mom insisted. 

She began to babble about how he was just feeling the adrenaline, how he needed to get to the hospital. You looked over at your brother, and he met your eyes. There was no way he was going to be able to keep his secret after this, provided you all made it out alive.

“They have no idea, do they?” Matt asked you. 

You didn’t answer him. Your mom was still trying to convince Matt to let her take Scott to the hospital. 

“Lady, if you keep talking, I’m going to put the next bullet in her head.”

He raised the gun to your skull. Your breath caught in your throat when you felt the barrel of the gun against your skin.

Your mom took a deep breath, and held up her hands. Tears were streaming down her face, leaving wet lines of black mascara. “Okay...okay.”

Matt shoved you in front of him, pushing you down the hall. He paraded you back through the station, and locked your mom into the cell next to the bench Stilinski was cuffed to. 

When Matt shut the cell door, your mom reached out through the bars, grasping your hand tightly. “You’re okay?”

You nodded, tears slipping from your own eyes. “I’m okay. Stiles and Scott made sure I was safe.”

“Back to the front McCall!” Matt barked. “Both of you!”

You glanced back at your mom reluctantly as Matt shoved you in front of him. He walked behind you and your brother as you headed out into the hallway. Then, he herded you into the station breakroom. 

There were a few tables and some chairs, but even though you were exhausted, you were too afraid to sit down. Scott leaned against one of the tables, still grasping his bloody side. You guessed the wound wasn’t fully healed yet. If the bullet hadn’t exited, it wouldn’t be able to close unless someone pulled it out. 

“The evidence is gone,” Scott told him. “Why don’t you just go?” Matt raised his eyebrows. “You really think the evidence mattered that much? No. No, I want the book.”

“What book?” Scott asked him,

“The bestiary!” Matt snarled. “And not just a few pages. I want the entire thing.”

“I don’t have it. It’s Gerard’s. You told him that, didn’t you?” He was looking at you now. You shrugged. “I tried.”

Scott glanced back over at Matt. “What do you need it for, anyway?”

“I need answers.”

“Answers to what?”

Frustrated, Matt yanked up the edge of his shirt, revealing his scale-covered side. “To this!”

Scott’s eyes went wide. If Matt was turning into another kanima, there was nothing stopping him from killing whoever he wanted. When you looked at your brother’s face, you had the sneaking suspicion that you two would be next on his list. 

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Stiles laid on the floor of the station, staring up at the ceiling. The tiled floor was cold against his back, which was a welcome relief considering sweat was dripping down his neck. He wasn’t sure whether it was just hot in the station, or if he was nervous. If he was being honest, it was both. 

He and Derek had been lying there for what felt like hours, but Stiles knew it was probably only thirty minutes. 

“Hey,” he said, breaking the silence. “Do you know what’s happening to Matt?”

“I know the book’s not gonna help him,” Derek said grimly. “You can’t just break the rules. Not like this.”

Stiles tried to look over at him from the corner of his eye. 

“What do you mean?”

“The universe balances things out. It always does.”

“Is it because he’s using Jackson to kill people who don’t deserve it?”

“And killing people himself,” Derek added.

Stiles thought for a moment. “So if he breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima?”

“Balance,” Derek agreed.

“Will he believe us if we tell him that?”

“Probably not.”

Stiles sighed. “Okay, he’s gonna kill all of us once he gets that book, isn’t he?”

“Yep...except for maybe Scott’s sister.”

Stiles gritted his teeth. “I’m gonna kick his ass the second I can move again.”

“That’s a great way to get her throat ripped out too.”

Stiles didn’t respond. He knew Derek was right, but a part of him wanted to go after Matt without thinking about the consequences. He knew he had left those bruises on your neck. He knew that the minute you shattered Matt’s fantasy, he would kill you too. He had to do something before that happened. 

“I know you’re in love with her.”

Stiles swallowed at Derek’s words. “Maybe.”

“I can tell. I know you’d do anything to save her, but right now, we need to be smarter.”

“Alright,” Stiles relented. “So what do we do? Do we just sit here and wait to die?”

“Unless I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster, like triggering the healing process.”

“Wha-”

He glanced down, only to realize that Derek’s claws were now protruding from his fingers. They had grown into his jeans, right into his skin, where blood was beginning to ooze.

Stiles gagged. “Oh, gross.” 

-----

Back in the breakroom of the station, Matt shook his head, letting his shirt fall back down. He glanced between you and Scott.

 “You know, I feel sorry for you guys. Cause right now you’re probably thinking ‘How am I gonna explain this when it heals?’. And the sad part is, you don’t even realize how incredible it is that you are healing. Cause you know what happens to anyone else when they get shot? They die!”

You and Scott exchanged uneasy glances.

 “Is that what happened to you?” your brother asked.

Matt was silent. He was staring at the ground, but he didn’t look as vicious as he had earlier. He actually seemed kind of tired. Scott seemed to notice this too, so he continued to press. 

“You drowned, didn’t you?”

“He shouldn’t have let them drink,” Matt muttered, still staring at the floor.

“What?” you asked. “Who? Matt, what do you mean?”

“Lahey!” He suddenly exploded. “He shouldn’t have let them drink.”

You flinched back, closer to your brother.

“What?” Scott asked. “Who was drinking?”

“The swim team, you idiot! I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t know they had just won State…”

You and Scott listened to Matt as he went on and on. He explained how, when he was in eighth grade,  he had been heading over to Isaac’s to trade comics. Mr. Lahey was throwing a party for his swim team and letting them drink around the pool. All of Matt’s victims had been there. Tucker, Cara, Bennett, even Jessica and Shawn, the married couple.

 They were joking around when Matt came into the backyard, tossing each other into the pool. Isaac’s brother Camden decided to throw Matt in too. They didn’t know he couldn’t swim.

“And the next thing I know, I’m lying by the pool,” Matt explained. “And Lahey’s standing over me, and he’s saying ‘You don’t know how to swim? What little bastard doesn’t know how to swim? You say nothing. You tell no one.’ And I didn’t.”

He let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “I would wake up every night, gasping for breath. My parents thought I was an asthamatic. They even got me and inhaler. They didn’t know that everytime I closed my eyes, I…I was drowning.”

He was silent for a few moments, and then he looked back at you and Scott. “And then came Kate Argent’s funeral.”

His lips began to curl into a smile as he explained how he had realized he and Jackson were bonded. 

“I was taking some photos, and then, purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of them. I looked down at my camera, and I just had this unbelievable rage that filled up inside of me. I looked at him and I just...I wanted to see him dead.”

Matt let out a disbelieving laugh. “And the next day, he actually was! You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology, like...like the Furies coming down to punish Orestes.”

He looked over at Scott, who was staring at him, dumbfounded. Matt rolled his eyes. “You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?”

Scott swallowed. “Was that...was that the guy that stabbed out his eyes.”

“That’s Oedipus, you dumbass!” Matt barked. 

His gaze snapped over at you. “You know what I’m talking about don’t you?”

You nodded carefully. “The furies were deities of vengeance, weren’t they?”

 Matt nodded. “Their tears ran of blood and they had snakes for hair. If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the Furies would do the punishing. Jackson is my Fury. You know, when I saw him the next night, I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again.”

Matt began to smile to himself again. “So I went to Tucker’s garage. I even paid for an oil change, and guess what? He didn’t even recognize me! So when he wasn’t looking, I took a shot of him with my camera...and in a few hours, he was dead. So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture, and Jackson would take their life.”

You glanced over at Scott, who looked just as concerned as you were. Matt was giving no indication that he would stop the killings. You were pretty sure that he and Stiles were next on his list. 

Scott opened his mouth, maybe to try and convince Matt to let you all go, but he never got the chance to speak. The thick, acrid smell of smoke filled the air, and suddenly the room was engulfed in a white cloud. 

Sirens began to wail, echoing through the halls of the station. They let out a sharp, bleating sound that hurt your ears.

“What is this?!” Matt demanded. “What’s happening? What’s going on?!”

He suddenly reached out, snatching you by the arm.

“I don’t know!” Scott cried. “Y/n, where are you?”

“I’m right here!” 

He reached out, trying to see if he could grab you, but Matt yanked you backward against him. He pressed his gun against your side and forced you out the nearest exit.

Bright yellow emergency lights began to flicker, illuminating the breakroom. Jackson passed you and Matt as you left the room. He was headed right toward Scott. You tried to pull out of his grasp, but he dug his nails into your arm. 

“Scott!” you screamed.

“I’ll have Jackson rip your mom apart next,” he snarled. 

He dragged you through the halls of the station, keeping the gun pressed tightly against your side. The smoke was starting to dissipate now, and the flashing lights ensured that Matt knew where he was going. 

He shoved open a door and hauled you into a darkened garage. The long room was bordered by bay doors on one side. A few desks littered the room, but it was mostly filled with police squad cars or transport vans.

Matt dragged you past tool carts and spare tires, and you struggled not to trip.

“Please, Matt,” you begged. “Just let me go.”

“Shut up!” Matt snapped. He looked around frantically until he spotted a door with a glowing, red exit sign. He pushed you toward it and forced you outside. 

Cool air hit your face as you stepped out into the night, but you didn’t have time to appreciate it. He broke into a run, keeping one hand on your arm as he pulled you further from the building. Panic began to build in your chest.

  A couple hundred yards ahead, the clearing you and Matt were running through ended with a line of trees. There was a small creek running at the edge of it. Farther downstream, a bridge crossed over the water. Matt began to pull you in the opposite direction. 

Suddenly, you stumbled, falling onto your knees in the grass. Matt reached down to haul you up, but when his guard was down, you knocked the gun out of his hand. It landed somewhere in the grass, and he was unable to see where it went in the dark. 

You scrambled onto your feet as Matt felt for the gun in the grass, but when he realized you were running, he abandoned it. 

“No!”

He tackled you to the ground before you could even make it five feet away, and the impact knocked the wind out of you. 

You squirmed, but he quickly pinned you down into the grass. 

“Get off me!” you gasped, but his hands were pressing your wrists into the grass. 

He smiled down at you, but there was an empty look in his eyes. Your heart began to pound even harder against your chest.

“Do you remember when I said that I’m not the type of guy that’s gonna say something like ‘If I can’t have her, no one can.’?”

You writhed under him, but your exhaustion had caught up with you. He was much stronger, and now that he was turning into another kanima, you didn’t have a chance of fighting him off.

Matt didn’t wait for you to respond to him. He just kept talking and grinning down at you with that sick look in his eyes. 

“See, that’s not entirely true,” he mused. “Because, Y/n, if I can’t have you. No one can.”

Then his hands were on your neck, squeezing. You fought him, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. He was going to kill you. 

You reached up, scratching at his hands and wrists. You could feel his skin peeling away under your nails and the warm, wet blood you were drawing. Still, it wasn’t enough. 

Your vision was beginning to cloud. Your attempts to fight him off were growing weaker by the second. All you could think of was Stiles. 

The two of you always seemed to be saving each other in one way or another. This time, you had hoped he would be able to rescue you, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen. You knew there was no use in hoping for anything else. 

Instead, you tried to think about something good. As your mind wandered, you thought of Stiles’ honey brown eyes. You thought of the surprise and delight on his face when you said something funny that he hadn’t expected. You remembered the way he had kissed you the night at the rave, his hands warm on your cheeks. 

Everything was beginning to go dark, but you were content. You swore you could hear Stiles’ voice, warm and soothing...and then it was gone. 

You opened your eyes, taking one painful, gasping breath. Matt’s weight was no longer on top of you. You rolled over onto your side, desperately sucking in air as you struggled to lift yourself up into a sitting position in the grass. 

You looked around, wondering what had happened. That was when you saw Matt being dragged down the hill by Gerard Argent, of all people. You didn’t understand what was happening at first, but then, Gerard threw him down into the bed of the creek. 

Gerard waded out until he was knee-deep in the water. Then he grabbed Matt by his t-shirt and thrust his head under water. You watched, horrified, as he drowned him in the creek. 

That was when you ran, occasionally glancing over your shoulder to make sure Gerard wouldn’t follow you. He didn’t even look up. Either he would come after you later, or he just didn’t care.

You sprinted past the bridge, only to have a pair of arms reach out and snatch you back. You opened your mouth to scream, but a hand clamped down over your lips, muffling the sound.

You were pushed up against the side of the bridge, the rough stone scraping against your back. When you saw who had grabbed you, your eyes went wide. It was Peter Hale.

It suddenly crossed your mind that maybe you hadn’t escaped Matt in the clearing. Maybe you were dead. Maybe that was why you were face to face with Peter, whose throat Derek had slashed open last month. 

He held one finger to his lips as he stared down at you, and while you should have been terrified, you had the odd feeling that he wouldn’t hurt you. 

“Watch,” he said quietly.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around, forcing you to look back at Matt and Gerard. You could see Matt’s motionless body floating in the water. Gerard was now standing up on the bank of the creek, his clothes still dripping wet. His lips were moving, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. It didn’t seem to matter, because what you saw next told you everything you needed to know. 

The Kanima was creeping out from the shadows, wandering toward Gerard on its hands and feet. Instead of running, Gerard lifted one arm and raised his palm. The Kanima moved closer, hesitantly. Then it lifted up one scaly, clawed hand, and touched its palm to Gerard’s.

He was now its master. 

“Go,” Peter urged in your ear. “Tell your brother what you saw.”

You blinked up at him, confused. “Why?”

A smile played at the edge of Peter’s lips. “I have a feeling we’re all on the same team now.”

He let go of your shoulders and you slowly backed away from him, keeping your eyes trained on his shadowy form the entire time. When you were a few yards away, you turned your back and took off running toward the station.

Your chest was burning as you raced back toward Scott and the others. When you pushed open the doors of the station, several officers whirled around and trained their guns on you. You guessed Stiles’ dad had called for backup at some point. 

As you threw up your hands, you were able to see the Sheriff, your mom, and Stiles all standing in the lobby.

“Y/n!” Stiles cried. “Oh thank god.”

The officers lowered their guns, and Stiles rushed over. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. You froze in his arms, not quite sure how to handle his touch. The feeling of being caged against him made your skin crawl. Though you hated to admit it, it reminded you of Matt.

He pulled away suddenly, realizing you weren’t reciprocating. 

“Hey...are-are you okay?”

You shook your head, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. The lights of the station were too bright, and the sound of the deputies’ boots thumping on the floor caused you to flinch. You didn’t even know where to start.

Stiles watched in shock as you suddenly burst into tears. He wanted to reach out and hold you, but by the way you had just reacted, he was afraid to touch you. 

“Oh, uh…”

Before he could think of anything to say, your mom rushed over and put a hand on your back. “Let’s get you somewhere quiet, Sweetheart.”

She cast a sympathetic glance in Stiles’ direction and led you down the hall. The Sheriff followed after the two of you, no doubt planning to take your statement. Matt was nowhere to be found, and Stiles was willing to bet you knew what happened to him.

He wanted to follow, but he knew if he did, his dad would just kick him out of the room. You were a witness now, and they would need an official statement from you. 

Scott came jogging down the hallway. Stiles realized he must have heard you come back.

By then, the door to the office you had disappeared into was shut. 

Scott headed over to Stiles. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Stiles admitted. “But I don’t think your sister’s okay.”

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Match made in Hell : Prologue

A/N : Well this series will be hella angsty. Hope you like this. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : 18+,mentions of blood, murder, death, misogyny, implied sexual theme.

SERIES MASTERLIST

It’s the middle of the night as you sneak out from the backside of the dingy motel you and Ethan chose to hide for two days before catching a bus to Virginia. You were headed to the NY port bus terminus as you cautiously walked through the dimly lit alleyway. Both of you carrying a duffel bag in your hand as you briskly walk down to the main street.

"Ethan come on'' you whisper yell looking back to your boyfriend who was walking right behind you with whom you have planned to elope and start a new life away from your father's clutches who happens to be the mafia king of Northeast United States and wants to forcefully marry you off to another mobster of Europe to expand his territory and grab hold on their turf.

"Y/N are you sure your dad will not find us trying to flee right under his nose?" Ethan asks nervously. You smile softly as you put down your bag. Your hands reach up to his face cupping it gently.

"Don't you worry honey. I have a friend over there who has made all the necessary arrangements. In a few hours we will be in our paradise far from all of this. Just you and me, baby."

"But what if your dad already knows about us and sent his men to kill me."

"By the time daddy will come to know about us running away he will have nothing to do. He has no power in the southern states so we will be safe." You press your forehead on to his before stepping away from him and are about to turn around to resume walking but then the inevitable happens.

BANG! a gunshot was fired from a near distance.

You flinched at the deafening sound and felt something graze past you as some viscous liquid splattered on your face. You run your hand through your face to find blood stains and look at Ethan with horror in your eyes, a bullet has punched it's way right through his chest causing a hole in its wake as blood oozed out, his white shirt slowly turning scarlet red.

"Ethan!! oh my god!!" you gasped and rushed to him. Ethan felt dizzy, his vision going blurry as his body began to collapse. You quickly hold on to his weight slowly crouching down to kneel on the pavement placing his head on your lap.

"No! No! No, This can't happen!" You didn’t know what to do as you franctically pressed your hands together on the wound on his chest trying to stop the bleeding, tears running down your cheeks.

"Mija" your throat went dry at the deep voice. You turned your head to find your father standing all tall and powerful, face expressionless with his hands stuffed inside his pockets and right by his side is your step brother Julian. In no time his hunch men surrounded the area.

"Daddy he's dying do something please." you sobbed.

"You shouldn't have tried to run away Mija or else poor Ethan would have been alive to see tomorrow's daylight."

"C'mon now get up." He reached out his hand to you.

"What? No! Daddy please help him. He'll die. I'll do whatever you say, marry whoever you want but please save him." You begged him as fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

"It's too late for that Mija. You should have known well that after your engagement you are just a safe-keeping of the Holland's for us. Son-in-law is really upset with your behavior. He is the one who helped us track you down."

"Jules at least you try to understand." You turned to your step brother in despair.

"Enough sister we have to go, we don't want the whole NYPD chasing us for a petty collateral damage." he says sternly.

"You already are a big disgrace to the family. Thankfully my step brother-in-law is very generous to accept you even after all this."

"No I'm not going with you anywhere, either you shoot me like him or else I'll do it myself." You scrambled up back on your feet and with a swift move snatched the gun from the holster of one of his men standing near you. You pointed the gun to  your head holding onto the trigger.

"Y/N Martinez enough is enough! Drop the gun now!" your father commands agitated.

"No!" you shakily press the trigger a little more as tears pricked your eyes.

"You'll not do that Y/N." your father warns again.

"Oh hell I'll do if I don't get to live with the love of my life then you will not get what you want." you spat trembling in rage.

"Y/N no.. No" Ethan croaked in pain, the angry demeanor you had softened at his voice.

"Ethan, honey.. " you dropped to your feet kneeling beside his weak body.

"if you die then I die too." You sniffled. Ethan threaded his fingers to yours.

"No, Y/N you - you have to live. For me. Promise me."

"No" you whimper.

"Promise me Y/N, this-this is my last wish" He took large gulps of air while he spoke. You screwed your eyes shut feeling helpless at the given moment.

"I-I promise Ethan." Your voice quivered.

"I love you Y/N.." he smiled weakly as his voice trailed off as it was becoming difficult for him to breathe.

"I love you too baby." You sniffled. Ethan's eyes were droopy as he struggled to stay awake. He was barely breathing.

"No, no Ethan, stay with me please." you clutched onto his hand desperately. He swallowed his last breath of air before succumbing to eternal sleep in your arms.

"Ethan?" you shake his lifeless body. "Ethan wake up!!" all was in vain as Ethan's limp body lay on the pavement.

"Ethaaan!!!" you wail.

"Take care of the body. I need to handle my ever rebellious daughter." your father ordered.

"Okay boss." one of his capos obliged.

"Now c'mon and let's get you prepared for your husband." your father grabbed on to your arm.

"No,no,no" you try to grasp onto Ethan's lifeless body. Your father ripped you apart from his body forcing you to stand up on your feet.

"It's your last week with us anyway, spend some time with your mother, make some happy memories, she will miss her only daughter the most."

"Happy memories?! You took every ounce of happiness from my life, you are a monster! You all are! I hate you!" you screamed struggling hard to free yourself from your father's firm grip.

"One day you'll know everything your daddy did was for your own good. So stop fighting and do as you are told like a good girl" Your father and brother Julian dragged you to the car. You were a walking dead when you reached your home which seemed a prison to you now. Your mother came rushing to you.

"Oh sweetie you're safe. Thank god I was so worried." she wrapped her arms around you in a hug.

"Mom.. Ethan.. He's gone." You broke down in her arms.

"It's ok sweetie. Don't worry everything will be fine. You are my strong girl I know you will get through this" she cradled your face pecking your forehead trying to console you.

"Ask your daughter to stop acting like a brat and learn how to be a good wife to her future husband and tend to his needs. Don't want the Holland's point fingers at us saying we didn't raise our daughter right."

"Why did you do this Victor?"

"After so many years are you questioning your husband Rosette?"

"No, I'm questioning a father and how could he do this to his only daughter?"

"She brought it upon herself." your mother was about to say something but was cut off by your father.

"No! I don't want to hear anything more about this. Just do what I said." he says sternly.

******

"The Martínez's will arrive in a week, start making all the necessary arrangements."

"Once the deal is done you will be taking over our family business son are you ready to sit on this throne?" The senior Holland asks his eldest son Tom in the presence of his younger twin sons Harry and Sam and Tom’s future consigliere and best friend Harrison as he stood in the middle of the spacious conference room patting on the big leather chair placed right in the middle of the wooden round table from where he has been running this empire all these years commanding men to do all his dirty work and sealing fate of people who didn’t comply by his wishes.

"Always ready dad." Tom stood tall.

"I know you are, my son. This is the day I have been waiting for all my life."

"Okay now enjoy your last few days of freedom of a bachelor before you are a married man." he pats his shoulder proudly and was about to leave the room but turned to him again.

"One more thing you need to keep a tighter hold on your woman from now on Tom. Her carefree days are over, she needs to be made aware of her responsibilities including giving the family an heir."

"Yes dad."

As his father leaves with the twins Tom slumps down on one of the chairs with Harrison beside him. He lets out a long sigh taking out his phone.

The first thing he does is open your Instagram page and go through your pictures which has turned out to be a habit for him for the last three years. Harrison was sitting beside him as he saw your pictures too. Some were with your college friends, some you attending one of your dad's galas in the prettiest designer dresses and some bikini clad sunkissed aesthetic pictures of you on vacation on some exotic island. Tom thought you looked unearthly in every picture but his mood would go sour seeing the comments below of several guys objectifying your body. He felt like hunting them down and chopping off their fingers with which they typed such lewd comments.

Though he himself wasn’t a man of high morals either drinking, gambling, bringing in girls every night in spite of being engaged to you though each night he wished it was you on his bed, not some random hooker he picked up from the bar. He is well aware that you don’t like him and despise this whole marriage. But he has nothing to worry anymore now because in a few days you are going to be his for lifetime. And he is confident that he will win you over eventually.

"I see why you are hell bent to marry her, she's a siren." Harrison remarked snarkly, breaking Tom from his thoughts.

"Hopefully she sounds like one too" Tom chuckles.

"But you really want to spend the rest of your life with her? She doesn't seem to be the one to follow rules."

"She's always been a wild horse since childhood that is why I like her even more and trust me wild horses are more fun to tame Haz. I can assure you in no time she'll be roaming around like a puppy around me."

"And how do you know you'll be able to tame a headstrong girl like her?"

"That will not be an issue because once I make sure that my child is inside her she will have nothing to do." He smirks. "Motherly instincts, you know how that works. After all, she's a woman. How much ever she hates me she will never separate her child from his father."

"And once I will have her father removed from the picture and taken over their empire she will have nowhere to go."

"You know she'll hate you more than she already does after you kill her father."

"Her father is no less than a monster. I will be doing her a favor actually." Tom once again glances at a portrait picture of you.

"Princess your kingdom eagerly awaits your arrival." he mutters to himself with a smug grin on his face.

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//OH BABY BUT I DO//

Billie Dean Howard x Fem Reader

( SMUT, BEGGING,ANGST story with a twist just read it )

Love is everylasting. It's fun, because that's what they tell us in story books.

Billie stumbled through the doorway of our house. She held her pair of black heels loosely on her index acryliced finger. " Hey baby" she shouted into the empty room," in the kitchen " I replied. I heard her bare feet running along the board floor to find me,not before she threw her heels into the corner. I was currently popping open a bottle of champagne and pouring it into 2 wine glasses. Billie came struting into the kitchen with a big smile plastered on her beautiful face. As she made her way towards me I held one of the glasses out to her." Here Billie babe to new beginnings" I cheered. With no hestiation Billie took the glass and clicked it with mine. We simultaneously downed the glasses within seconds, " so how was your day?"I asked. "It was good,we got a lot done and we also finished two and a half episodes" she said with delight. "That's so good Bil" I commented. We sat in silence,except for the fact that Billie was tapping her newly yellow acryliced nails on the surface of the counter. She was impatient but i wasn't going to make the first move. With a loud exasperated huff,Billie practically launged herself towards me,capturing her lips on mine. The kiss becamed heated very quickly, her hands became entangled in my hair while mine gripped her waist,pulling her closer.

Billie pulled her tan skirt over her thighs and did a little jump to wrap her long toned legs round my waist. I held her up by her thighs, I could have felt how needy she was because her core was now pressed against the thin material of my shirt. I smirked into the kiss. I made my way up carefully up the stairs, as i did so, I broke the kiss to see where I was going. A needy whined left Billie's plump lips, while I ascended the stairs, Billie left love bites on my neck. It didn't take me long to reach our bedroom. I roughly threw her on her bed. I stopped to take in the sight of her. Her chest rising and falling, her hair was a mess but a mess in a sexy manner. She was currently trying to unbutton her shirt and kick off her stockings along with her skirt. I chuckle left my lips at her struggle. I crawled up the bed and helped her undress. Billie now left in only her matching black underwear and bra,she pulled me down onto her form. My blood boiled at the fact that she still wanted me, the audacity the medium had. I forcefully swallowed my emotions and proceeded to removed her remaining articles of clothing. I slowly kissed her neck leaving marks on hers to match mine, she was so caught up in the moment she didn't seem to mind. Although i know after it all she will be frantic to cover the marks for tomorrow's episode . Billie never did like to show off the marks I left on her, she always complained about it being "unprofessional". I respected her choice up until tonight that is. I was determined to mark every part of her skin, to remind her of me. Billie Dean was never one to be but she was Oh so desperate and needy tonight. I couldn't deny her of what she really wanted. I made quick work of adorning her neck and chest area. I latched my soft lips on to her nipples and bite down, which caused a whimper and moan to rip through Billie's throath. I knew she liked it rough.

I kissed lower and lower along her bikini line until I reached her core. I pried open her legs to admire the mess I made. It really was a shame. I delicately traced my fingers over the constellation freckles that decorated her flawless skin. Billie really was a piece artwork, one that never ceases to draw everyone's attention. She was impatient. Very impatient, but I liked it that way. It seemed like she wanted me, needed me . "Y/N please touch me" Billie begged,she stared up at me with eyes filled with hope,longing and lust. I took my finger and ran it along her slit,collecting her slick. Billie's back arched off the bed into a pretty bow. The heels of her feet were digging into the mattress,as she pushed her hips up against my fingers that teased her entrance. I dipped the tips of my fingers into her dripping core,but not all the way in like she wanted, "beg me Billie" I demanded. Her head twisting against the pillow while her hands held a vice grip onto the covers. She managed to open her mouth," please fuck me y/n don't tease me any longer please" she said desperately. I plunged my fingers deep into her warm core, pulling in and pushing out of her slowly. The feeling of her velvet walls hugging my fingers were euphoric. It was a perfect fit, " You want more don't you Billie?" I teased. Billie couldn't find her voice, instead she nodded her head vigrously. Her once perfectly curls were now unrecognizable as the back of her head rubbed on the pillow. "Use your words Bil, I'm not a spirit who can read your mind" I teased further more, coaxing her to speak. "More y/N plea-please more" she spoke as her small voice cracked. I added a third finger into her tight cunt. Billie threw her head back onto the pillow and immediately grabbed my wrists. Mewls and moans filled the already thick atmosphere. I never stopped moving my hands. My movements only got faster and faster as her nails dug into my wrist, she tried so very hard to keep herself grounded but failed in doing do. I curled my fingers to reach her sweet spot,as I did so I pressed my thumb against her neglected clit. The combination of Billie being stretched by my fingers and the attention on her clit was too much for her to handle. " Y/N I'm- I'm gonna-" her words were cut off as waves of pleasure washed over her. The medium's eyes rolled back to the back of her head as her mouth was left open ,as her high ended a loud moan filled the room. I slowed pulled my fingers out but i didn't stop rubbing her until she calmed down.

After a few seconds when Billie calmed down. I flopped on the side on her on the bed causing her naked body to jiggle with my movements. I leaned over the bed and grabbed a couple of tissues to wipe my hands clean of Billie. This didn't go unnoticed by the medium as a look for perplexion made its was onto her face. How cute she looked. Usually I would tell her how good she tasted or I would let her taste herself. However she didn't question the act. She propped herself on her side and began running her fingers through my hair. All the while, raking her nails along my scalp. That was the best feeling. It wasn't long until her hand started to drift towards my waist band,most likely to return the favour.

Out of reflex I grabbed her wrist at a halt. " Bil i know" was all I said, Billie sat upon the bed, now alert of my words. " Y/N what's are you talking about?" She questioned with her eyebrows furrowed. " I know about you and" I swallowed thickly. I wanted to yell at her but i didn't " about you and your new assistant" I spat out the last line. Billie's eyes were wide as ever. The look of horror dawned upon her face. That expression on her face was the frosting on the cake. Her complexion was purely white. The red blush that crept upon her face from our love making was now gone. "Why Billie?" I asked with emotion heavy in my voice. "Baby i- I didn't mean too"she stuttered. "Didn't mean too?? Billie you slept with her on our bed. I fucking know because if you tried to listen to me last week. I told you I recently installed cameras. You know since you are a well known celeb now" my voice raised in its level causing her to jump. "How could you Bil? I thought you loved me" I choked out. "Baby but i do" she tried to comfort me but i knew the truth. "It was a dumb mistaken, I wasn't thinking straight Y/N please" she begged as she grabbed onto the front of my shirt to not make me move away. The vice grip she had on me made nail indents into my chest. I didn't care about it, the pain of my breaking heart had hurt more. "No Billie, a mistake is bumping into someone, what you did was for spite. You were thinking straight. And I am 100% sure you would have continued if I never found out. " the dam of tears didn't break. I felt numb.Billie Dean Howard broke me. " Y/N No that's not true. I don't love anyone else but You. I love you alone." She sobbed. Tears cascaded down her cheekbones. In another time I would be the one to wipe those tears away and place kisses upon her wet skin, but that was another time. " fuck off Bilie, don't sell me bullshit. You think i am dumb? I know you have slept with her more. Not only at home. IN OUR HOME! But I am sure you have at work. Don't you think i notice the different perfumes ?? Or the fact that your makeup is well applied,almost too applied when you come home." I raged.

My heart hurt, the veins in my head were throbbing at this point. "Y/N listen to me, I wasn't thinking, it was only twice I swear and I promise you I will never ever do anything like that to hurt you." At this point I was getting off the bed, trying to get the hell away from her as possible. Billie followed me off the bed trying to grab onto me again. I shrugged her off and threw some pajamas towards her body to get dressed. " you're barely home anymore Billie,you didn't even see that all my clothes are gone. You don't have time for me. It's not like I am asking you to choose between work or me. I am just saying make time for me" I continued to rant as I paced up and down the carpet." I will baby I promise. I will fire her and get someone else" she tried to resonant with me as she sloppily tried to dress herself. "Billie. I don't care what you do anymore...." I whispered. The dam cracked,tears slowly started to trickle down my face. Billie ran up to me and wrapped her arms around me, plastering kisses all over my face, mumbling, apologies. I gently took her arms and unwrapped them from me. She cried out my name as I did so. " And to think I was going to propose and wanted to start a family with you" Billie stayed silent. Her eyes were waterfalls at this point. Her bottom lip never stopped wobbling. " please Y/N I know I fucked up but I promise you I will never do that again." She recited over and over. " like how you promised to love me?"I snapped. " BUT I DO LOVE YOU" the medium screamed "I am sorry Billie but I cannot do this anymore" I whimpered. " No no y/n you are not going to leave me!!" Billie demanded and she stomped her foot on the floor like a toddler. I ran a hand through my hair to try and neaten my appearance as i fixed my clothes infront the mirror. " And to think Billie that you of all people couldn't recognise the demon living inside you all along...". A gasp escaped her throath and added to the tension in the room. " you- you don't mean that" she cried silently. I slowly walked up to her and gently tucked a curl behind her ears, " oh but baby I do". Billie locked her eyes on me as tears fell from her face. "I'll get you back one day Y/N just you see, I love you and I mean it." She hiccupped. "Maybe...maybe not,but right now Billie I cannot be with you." I cried out. She slowly nodded her head and wiped her face with the back of her hands. "One day we will be a family y/n I swear on it and we Will be together again as we should" Billie promised. Unfortunately I believed her words, I left Billie standing in a room that was once ours. I fought the urge to run back and comfort her, but she broke my heart. I deserved better, yet part of me couldn't help but want her to be true to her words. I still love Billie deep down and always will ..after all she is Billie Dean Howard, medium to the stars... she's my star.