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i just realized i accidentally send my dirtbag!carlos thots to em instead of you... oh well. i'm sure she'll enjoy them đźâđš
dirtbag!carlos eating you out like a starved manđ”âđ« he'd go slow enjoying, every little sound coming from you. as your breathing gets heavier and moans louder it's like a switch has been flipped inside him. he doesn't stop until he's made you cum at least twice.
random side note: as someone with a lip piercing AND nose rings i've always wondered if the other person can feel them? my lip piercing isn't that noticeable apparently but idk about my nose rings... i'll have to conduct a study!
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â haha em surely enjoyed them but nonnie?!?!? holy fuck this thought is soooo hot, fanning myself over here đ„” and ooh? I only have ear piercings, but the temptation of getting a nose piercing is like super high rn. For this drabble, letâs pretend you can feel his nose piercing. 18+ content below
The room is dimly lit, a faint orange glow from the streetlamp outside casting shadows on Carlosâs sharp features. Heâs on his knees in front of you, every inch of him exuding troubleâhis leather jacket open just enough to show a glimpse of his hairy chest, a chain glinting at his neck. Dark hair falls messily over his forehead, but your focus keeps shifting between the black hoop and stud adorning his ears and the glint of the silver ring in his nose. The piercings, paired with his cocky smirk, make him look like he walked straight out of your most dangerous fantasies.
âDonât get shy on me now,â he drawls, voice rough with a teasing edge. His large hands grip your thighs, spreading you open for him. âYouâre the one who begged for this, remember?â
Before you can muster a response, his tongue flicks out to taste you, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the first bite of a meal. The wet heat of him has you gasping, your hands flying to grip his thick hair. He chuckles darkly against you, the vibration of it making your thighs tremble.
The ring of his nose piercing brushes against your clit, a sensation so maddeningly delicious that your hips jerk up instinctively. âYeah, there it is,â he mutters, lips dragging over you. âKnew youâd like that.â
Carlos takes his time at first, mapping you out with his tongue, licking and sucking until your moans spill freely from your lips. He hums in satisfaction every time you react, letting you feel the scruff of his jaw and the cool press of his piercings as he pushes you closer to the edge.
But then your breathing turns ragged, your cries louder, and his composure snaps like a thread pulled too tight. A groan escapes him, low and feral, before he locks his arms under your thighs, yanking you impossibly closer.
âOh, nena, you sound and taste so sweet,â he rasps, the heat in his eyes burning straight through you. His tongue plunges deeper, faster now, his lips relentless against you. Your pleas and curses only spur him on. Heâs ravenous, devouring you like youâre the only thing keeping him alive.
The first orgasm rips through you, your thighs trembling around his head. Carlos doesnât even pause, his mouth unyielding as he draws out your orgasm until youâre nearly overstimulated, the slick sounds of his efforts only fueling your undoing. He grins wickedly when you whimper, his thumb replacing his tongue briefly to rub at your swollen clit.
âOne more,â he orders, his voice roughened with lust. His teeth nip at your inner thigh, just enough to make you yelp. âYou can take it. Donât act like you donât love it.â
Before you can protest, his tongue is on you again, his nose piercing sliding deliciously against your pussy. He doesnât let up until your second orgasm crashes over you, leaving you a writhing mess beneath him.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, glistening with evidence of his handiwork. He wipes his chin with the back of his hand, smirking like the devil himself. âTold you Iâd make you scream,â he taunts, his voice dripping with arrogance as he leans back, taking in the sight of you wrecked and breathless.
âAnd Iâm just getting started.â
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some point november 2024 | đž
#daniel ricciardo#dr#thank you so so so so much anon#forehead kiss for you#and forhead kiss for that man#and i'm dragging that chain with my teeth :))
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LiSyK: The Selection
Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Prince!Bakugo, Suggestive. Word Count: 1.6k.
Summary: Closing in on his 20th name day, tradition dictates that Prince Bakugo choose his first concubines.
A/N: This might become a series, but don't hold your breath.
'I don't want a fucking -.'
Grabbing her son by the cheeks, Mitsuki Bakugo fixes the young prince still with a cold stare. 'You will do as you're told.'
'But -'
'It is tradition, Katsuki. Not even your ego is large enough to put an end to that.' She smirks before releasing her hold and wipes a hand on the left hip of her dress. 'Now, come on... You're late.'
Huffing, Bakugo tugs at his shirt to smooth the wrinkles left by his mother, but follows on her heels obediently. Usually, he'd put up more of a fight, throw a proper tantrum, but the pit of curiosity growing in his stomach stops him making too much fuss. He's fucking human, after all. Of course, he's going to be at least a little interested in the collection of concubines that had been assembled specifically for his perusal.
That didn't mean he had any intention of choosing any of them, though.
The doors of the main hall seem more daunting than usual, but Bakugo hides his trepidation well.
Or so he thinks.
Mitsuki's hand touches softly on his shoulder, guiding him, not through the main hall, but down the corridor. She offers out her elbow, letting him cling to her as they continue to drift closer to a small, more intimate, service room.
The marble clicks under their shoes, the sound amplified endlessly as it rings behind them announcing their arrival. Large windows scatter light, bringing out the red in both Bakugo and his mother's eyes as they pass the selection of special guards already stationed outside the room. All seven of them, five sworn to his mother and two to him, are dressed from head to toe in royal finery with the lightest of chain mail glittering over their chests. Swords hang from their hips, but Bakugo knows there are much more deadly weapons hidden under their clothes and tucked away from prying eyes.
Captain Aizawa, one of Mitsuki's most trusted knights bows low when they reach the door.
Reaching out, Mitsuki presses a hand to his shoulder and pushes him straight again. 'Enough of that, you'll put your back out.'
Aizawa's mouth moves to argue, but Mitsuki doesn't allow his voice to summon a sound.
'Shouta, you have more than earned the right not to bow.' She chides in a way that makes goose-flesh break out on the other guards, but the Captain simply laughs.
'Is the prince ready, My Lady?'
Mitsuki's hand wraps around her son's bicep giving him a firm squeeze. 'Oh, you know him. Dragged here kicking and screaming.'
Bakugo scowls.
'But, I'm sure he'll manage.'
Another guard, tall and broad in the shoulders with a close crop of dark hair and a booming voice clears his throat. 'If I may speak out of turn, Captain?'
'You will not Yoarashi.'
Mitsuki waves him off. 'Oh, let the boy speak Shouta.'
The guard, Yoarashi, smiles. His teeth are too big for his mouth, but somehow there's still something strikingly handsome about him. Bakugo hates it. 'The consorts have outdone themselves this time, I've never seen a more stunning array of -.'
Captain Aizawa silences his guard with a raised hand. 'That's quiet enough, I think the Queen understands your sentiment.'
'Quite.' Mitsuki smiles, locking a chuckle behind her teeth. 'Speaking of the wonderful job my husbands consort has done, I think it's time to see what Inko has found for us, don't you, Katsuki?'
Bakugo nods, it's all he ca manage with the nerves threatening to make his knees wobble like some common whore. His jaw is tight, teeth clenched in his mouth, but it soon looses as he the doors are thrown wide and he's allowed to step into the room.
Inside the room is dark, the thick red curtains covering the windows putting an end to any natural light that should attempt to slink inside. Instead, the room is illuminated by a series of high torches that cast a godly glow about and perfectly highlighting the row of people stood across the centre of the room.
At once, Inko is upon them. She wraps chubby arms around Bakugo without a second thought and greets his mother with a warm kiss to her hand when offered. Following at her heel is Izuku, her darling son. 'Brother.' Izuku smiles.
'Half Brother.' Bakugo spits the former piece of his sentence, enjoying the way it feels between his lips â the distance it offers him from the man before him. They're the same age. Both Mitsuki and Inko had been pregnant at the same time and the boys born mere months apart, although Inko had done the chief portion of the nursing; especially when Mitsuki's milk had dried up. Something that had lead both women to an unlikely friendship.
'I heard you've outdone yourself this time.' Mitsuki pulls at Bakugo, steering him around to the front of the room.
Bakugo's eyes wonder. There's a conversation flowing in the air around him, but he pays no heed. How can he, when the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on is looking directly at him.
The man lifts his head. He is bare to the waist with only the smallest piece of cloth to cover his dignity. If Bakugo where to walk around him, which he just might, he'd bet he'd be able to see his ass in all it's glory.
He has red eyes, violent carnelian, that pierce right to Bakugo's soul and red hair that is tied neatly in a bun atop his head. Licking his lips when he catches the princes' eye, the man smiles, flashing a row of blade-like teeth that threaten to bring Bakugo to his knees.
'Did you hear?' Mitsuki pats Bakugo's lapel.
He didn't, but he nods anyway.
His eyes slip further down the line, silently comparing each concubine to the next, but no-one compares to the red-eyed man until his eyes are blessed by you.
You're near the end, stood beside two others that don't even come close to your beauty with your chin tilted to the floor and your hands clasped neatly before you. Like the others, you're dressed in almost nothing, but it's the bright red 'V' painted onto your skin across the top of your breast bone that has him pausing.
He's seen the mark before and a cursory glance back down the line tells him exactly where. The red head, amongst two or three others, also bare the mark.
Bakugo swallows.
Already he can feel his breeches tightening uncomfortably.
'How many?' He snaps, forcing his eyes from the line and onto Inko.
She blinks. 'Pardon?'
'How many... For my... For my harem?'
'Oh. Most choose at least six to begin with, but after that is custom to add another concubine for each year until you reach 29. Sometimes other kingdoms will offer then as gifts, but you're more than welcome to dismiss -.'
Bakugo raises his hand. 'I don't want a history lesson.'
'Oh, I -.' Inko blushes.
'Brat, watch your tongue...' Mitsuki raises her hand to crack him across the back of the head, but the prince side steps her assault easily.
'I want that one...' He points at you, eyes narrowed and hungry before he turns, pointing at the red haired man at the other end of the room. 'And him. That's all.'
Mitsuki's brow furrows. 'Two? Inko here scourers the kingdom for the finest it had to offer and you choose only two?'
Bakugo folds his arms. He can feel your eyes, the red-heads too, burning through his skin. It makes him hot, makes him wonder what it'll be like when your eyes grow heavy, when they're spotted with ears and your mouths are full of his tongue, his fingers, his cock.
Clearing his throat, he tries to readjust his breeches.
He won't have to imagine soon. No, soon, you'll be his.
'Have them brought to my rooms tomorrow.' Turning on his heel he shouts over his shoulder before storming from the room before his cock begins to soak into his breeches.
Tomorrow, he thinks as soon as the doors slam shit behind him.
That should give him enough time to fist himself stupid to the thought of red eyes and glittering skin.
Hopefully, that would stop him making a fool of himself at the first meeting.
Bakugo already looks bored when you're brought into his rooms at noon the following day. The door closes behind you, a guard having performed the customary introductions, and all too quickly you're swallowed by the nerves that climb up your body and twist around your lungs.
Adjusting his seat, Bakugo pulls a foot up onto his chair and spreads his knees. A bark leaves his chest that he hopes is harsher than it feels. 'I don't fuck virgins...'
You hear the wet click of Kirishima's throat from beside you in the silence of the room. Even though the red ink is gone, the fact of your both being intact remains the same. 'Uhm, my lord... I mean â Prince Bakugo, I'm... I think there's been some mistake, we're â we're both -.'
'I know.' He waves his hand. Anticipation creates pins and needles in his thighs. Even if he wanted to fuck right now, he's not sure his body would hold out long enough. Maybe, five orgasms in the space of a day was too much.
'Well, you can see how this might be a problem then...' Twisting his knuckles around each other, Kirishima chews at his lip and forces a weak smile. It's strange how he makes six-foot of man look almost as small as you are, but he does it easily and blushes pretty to boot.
'How -.' He clears his throat. 'How are we supposed to serve you if -.'
'You're going to fuck each other, first.' He arches an eyebrow, drawling as if the solution to his little problem has been more than obvious. A smirk curls his lip. 'I'll watch.'
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Entertain Me
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Word count: 1,800+
Art by @skullfacedlady, who this fic is dedicated to.
Synopsis: He was bored. He was tired. He was... Lonely. What is a giant to do, but make a nuisance of himself before entertainment was given to him by the hands of the wardens who placed him in his chains. And what pretty entertainment you make for him.
Themes: Loki (Elbaf) x f!reader (no pronouns, can be read as afab), oral (reader), dub con, mdni, NSFW, smut, 18+, size difference (large), dark themes (implied cannibalism).
Notes: I am in love with this terrible man.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Rocks shook with each rolling shudder of the giantâs shoulders and spine meeting with the large boulder they were bound to. The banished prince had been placed in his cell to rot in for too long, and solitude had finally begun to consume him. He figured if he was bored, he might as well wreak havoc to the natural flora and fauna population above his confinement by causing a landslide or two with his great strength.
Or, perhaps, something could happen. Something like-... What was happening presently.
The gates of the side of his enclosure had swung wide, a body shoved in, and promptly closed and locked behind them. The smaller figure ran to the gate and screamed to let them out while rattling the bars. Their desperation caused Lokiâs brow to arch beneath the bandages before he rose to take a better look at his little guest.
âOhâŠ? And what is this little runtâŠâ Loki purred with the deep rumble of his thick baritone reverberating throughout the confined prison cell, â...something for me to chew on, perhaps? Something for me to eat?â In a few short strides, Loki approached, his new spark of entertainment, and crouched to bring the figure closer to his large, beaming smile.
âCome now,â he teased, leaning ever closer, âLet me take a closer look at my new little thing, hm? Step closer to me, sweet thing. Let me see what I get to pick out of my teeth later.â
You made yourself as small as you could be. Turning to face him, you sunk back into the bars of the cell and clawed at them in fear. Your hands shook in fear, alongside your lip quivering in petrification. Darting your eyes over his, you came to terms with the man that would be your death.
This was it.
This was where you would be laid to rest. Another skull that the banished prince would sit atop. Another skeleton he would use to pick his teeth with. Another snack he would consume to entertain his solitary confinement, hopefully pleasing him enough to no longer continue to cause damage to the local community above his enclosure by rattling the rockface.
âDo you not talk, little one?â He goaded you, wrapping one of his bound hands around your scantily clad body. Thick fingers easily closed in around your waist as he picked you up to bring you closer. âThat's fine. You don't need to talk.â Loki hoisted you up into the air while using his other hand to rip the sheets of material covering your body.
âI just need you to scream.â
âNo-!â You yelped while kicking your legs out from under you, âNo! No, please-!â Tears welled in your eyes and fled over your lash line as you descended into his mouth. Helplessness overcame you as the giant lulled his tongue out and widened his jaw.
He was going to eat you. The banished prince of Elbaf was going to claim your soul and gnaw on your corpse until you perish. Loki was going to tug your limbs off and destroy the last semblance of yourself you-...
â...-Stop resisting. I'm not going to hurt you,â he barked gruffly up at you. Tugging your legs apart, he chuckled at the position of your exposed cunt quivering over his porus tongue. You shrieked as he placed you atop the slippery surface and dragged you backwards and forwards to settle you. âThat's it. Little screams while you ride me.â
âW-While I what?â You scrambled forward, placing your hand on the bridge of his large nose to find ground. âW-What?â
Removing his tongue from your core, he breathed his confession into you with a smoothness you were not expecting from the giant. Careful and intimate whispers were fled from his lips like poetry recited before a betrothed lover, regardless of the content of his words.
âI want you to scream for me. A minor entertainment to me while I waste away beneath the kingdom,â he smiled while gently brushing the tip of his nose over your belly, âYou can grind on my tongue and cum in my mouth, or I can fist my cock with you wrapped around it. The choice is yours, little runt. What is it going to be?â
All thoughts of prior consumption for nourishment had left your body, which was now overcome with a new unnerving curiosity. When he ripped your garments from you, you assumed it was due to digestion in his stomach acids - not to place your quivering and sensitive pussy on his body and watch you grind against it to meet your ecstasy. Absolutely not to swipe a tongue that matches the size from the top of your head to your toes, sliding seamlessly between your folds and forcing you towards your climax.
âT-... Tongue,â you whisper, turning your face away from the giant to hide your shame. He chuckled while moving to recline against the rockface he was lying bored against moments prior and settled down with you still in his grip. He took your form in a clawed grip and pressed you against his cheeks, slowly rubbing his face with your smaller frame while inhaling deeply.
âWe⊠Are going to have so much fun together, little one,â he breathed deeply, enjoying the flush of your frightened skin against his revealed flesh, âThatâs, if you do a good job.â
You shuddered, bracing your hands out in front of you to stabilise you against his face. At that expression, you gave him a puzzled look and rapidly batted your eyelashes in hasted succession.
âIf I-?â
â-You are going to ride my tongue, little one,â he purred with a rasped growl in his tone, âAnd I am going to sit back and enjoy the show. Go on,â he rolled his shoulders against the pale boulders and lulled his head back on a nook within, âEntertain me.â
Without further warning, he thrust your body against his tongue, spreading your folds apart and dragging the porous surface against your cunt in a tentative lick. He held you firmly and adjusted your hands to perch on his nose and removed his hands completely from your body. Loki splayed himself out to the sides and focussed his breath while you steadied your mount on his tongue.
Furrowing your brows, you slowly gave a tested grind against his face, attempting to pay no mind to how large his teeth were to your much smaller frame. The fear continued to hold you back while you timidly began to rock to and fro on each follicle decorating his palate.
âDon't test me,â he growled with a muffled bark in his tone, âRide my tongue and cum on it. Let me taste that sweetness you're hiding from me. Entertain me.â The rumble of his voice vibrated his tongue and forced a moan out of your lips at the shockwave pulsing through your body. True to form, you gripped his nose and began to form a steady rhythm grinding your pussy over his tongue.
You focussed on anything else: any other mirage your mind could focus on. Picturing your bedroom and placing a pillow between your thighs, you pretend to be back in that space against your mattress and grinding your cunt against the material. Slowly back and forward to chase the mounting pleasure of your clit caressing the cotton sheets instead of-.
â-That's it⊠that's it. Find that pace and ride me.â
You shook your head, finding the image of your bedroom to slowly dissipate in favor of reminding you where you truly were. You were not in your bedroom. You were not on your bed. You were not grinding your sensitive heat over a pillow and dampening it with your slick essence.
You were riding Loki, the banished prince of Elbaf, by grinding on his slippery tongue and feeling it pry your thighs apart with every thrust.
Lokiâs cock lay untouched and throbbing in his pants, begging to be freed and pumped by one of his large fists. He felt the waves of lust come over him, but chose to rest his hands beside him, palms up and humble while his new little toy used him the way you pleased. Sensing the apprehension, he gave you a warning growl to refocus your momentum.
âRide. Me.â
You gulped back your shame and bore down onto the bulbs and surface of his tongue, chasing your high and forcing yourself to focus. Do a good job, and he'll let you live. Entertain him, and he might treat you well. Cum on his tongue, give into the feeling, and feel the sparks of your muscles contract and throb against his palate.
The slippery organ began to feel good against your body. The feeling of giving yourself completely over to this primal urge caused you to cast aside all embarrassment and fear in favor of the sparks teetering in your vision. Your stomach bound in knots while your lips began to gasp and sigh softly.
âLouder.â
You flinched at the order, but obeyed the giant. Your sultry moans fled your lips while your clit dances against his muscle. Mewls and cries continued to flee you as you gripped hard on his nose. Your stomach flexed and thighs clenched around him, bucking wildly to chase that final wave as the coil inside you bound tight enough to break.
âCum. Cum for me.â
The world split and shattered like a mirror against slate. Sparks of silver and rings of gold fizzed and erupted as your cum splashed onto his much larger tongue. You screamed out at the intensity while rocking, grinding and bucking to ride it out on your captorâs tongue - just as he had instructed you to do so.
Loki felt his cock twitch, sticky precum dampening his briefs and screaming for just a little touch. His eyes rolled back as he felt you use him completely, becoming hypnotised by the sweet melody spilling from your lips while you came hard. He could find himself coming quite accustomed to this pretty song thrust into his ears a few times a day - if not all day. Anything for a little entertainment in his captivity.
As you came down from your high against the giants tongue, you curled forward and slouched against his lips and nose. His tongue gave you a few lazy licks from ass to clit and back again to smear your slick over his to clean you. Slowly closing his lips, you felt the ridges of his smiling teeth below your spent cunt. Placing you on his upper lip, he steadied you while whispering softly up at you.
âJust you relax for a moment, little one,â he cooked at you, moving his hands over the buckles and furrs of his belt to unburden his cock from its confines, âJust you catch your breath.â He fished his achingly hard cock out of his pants and began to languidly stroke the engorged mass, smearing the precum over his shaft and chuckling as you recovered.
âWe're going to have so much fun together.â
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Okay this is going to sound like really bad but I did read your rules and saw that dubcon/noncon could be allowed so
please begging for a dub/noncon (up to u which) crumbs where Alastor is tired of reader's stubbornness and thinks it's time to really let her know her place (al owns her soul) and okay thank u bye pwosjdjeidnsj *runs and hides under a rock in shame*
a/n: HAAA YESSS. no this is amazing đđ
tags: 18+ smut nsfw, NONCONâŒïž, alastor is a demon fr, forced penetration, dacryphilia, choking, slight throat fucking
"good morning, would you be a dear and run this to rosie for me?" alastor pops into your room unannounced, as usual. you're tired, he had you up all night on another shitty errand, and you just want to sleep a little longer. "alastor please, can't anyone else do it?" you sigh, irritation bubbling in your chest. he never lets you rest.
alastor raises an eyebrow. "no one else is available." his tone is harsh, and when you meet his eyes, they're darker than they were a moment before. "this is the part where you're supposed to submit, say 'yes sir' and get out of bed." he leans on his staff, glaring red eyes staring through you. "or did you forget?" your eyes widen when you realize what he's about to do. there's a flash of green, and you feel the clasp of that shitty metal collar around your neck.
your deal with alastor backfired, just as he intended it to, and he ended up not having to do a god damned thing in exchange for your soul.
with a sharp tug of his chain, you're forced to sit up. the pull around your neck makes you cough, and you glare back at him. but when you do, you're quickly filled with a certain level of primal fear. alastor was no joke when he was angry, eyes glowing red and those antlers growing from atop his head.
"you need to learn, my dear, that the word 'no' is not a part of your vocabulary anymore." alastor walks with slow, determined strides towards your bed before his knees hit your mattress. he tugs once more, pulling you up and onto your knees. "alastor don't..." your breath catches in your throat. his hand grips onto your jaw, squeezing you uncomfortably. tears prick in the corners of your eyes, and you let out a shaky sigh. "don't?" alastor repeats, laughing. "have you forgotten the fact that i own you?"
you reach for his wrist in an attempt to remove his hand but he's far stronger than you. "i-i'll go, i'm sorry." you hiccup, but alastor has already made up his mind. "mmh, i don't think so. i don't tolerate insubordination, darling." your heart hammers in your chest when alastor's fingers find his belt. "youâre going to learn one way or another." he growls, freeing his half-hard cock and tugging your restraint.
you clench your teeth, and try to look away but alastor's grasp is too tight. his thumb drags along the bottom of your lip before prying your jaw open. "listen and be my good girl, this won't be so bad." you shut your eyes, the only thing you can think to do to cope with alastor forcing the head of his cock between your lips. there's only a moment of hesitation, a sigh from the demon above you, before his cock is being slid further down your throat.
every groan from alastor earns another tear running down your cheek. his hands hold your face steady as he pumps his cock faster, fucking the back of your throat. "so pretty, darling. look at me." he grunts, pulling your eyes up to his. they're glassy with tears, and its almost enough to make alastor cum down your throat in that very instant.
his cock pulses and he's forced to pull out of your warm mouth in fear of releasing before getting to take your cunt too. he taps your cheek gently, watching you cough and recover your breath after having your airways restricted. "strip, then i want you ass up on the bed." your lip quivers, and your body refuses to move even after you tell it to. alastor sighs, shaking his head. "must i do everything?" his words are somehow gentle and harsh enough to pull a sob from your chest.
before you can stand, alastor reaches for the hem of your sleep shirt and tears it straight down the middle to expose your tits. on instinct, you try to cover yourself but alastor's shadow circles both your wrists and pins them to your side. "please alastor... i promise, i-i will do anything you ask. please just don't do this." you plead, but alastor just clicks his teeth with his tongue. "you should've thought about the consequences before this, my dear. i've found that making an example out of someone typically gives the best results."
he does release his shadows, freeing your wrists and watches carefully as you follow his previous instructions. you kick your shorts off with a muffled cry and turn to shove your face into the mattress. ass up, you prepare for whatever alastor has in mind. his fingers find your slit, delving into the wet heat between your thighs. the laugh he releases sends a chill down your spine. "wet as can be darling!" without giving you another moment to process, his cock is pushing thick and hard into your unprepared pussy.
your scream gets caught in your throat, heat coursing through your body in an overwhelming way. "n-no, too much alastor, please stop." you cry, muffled into the mattress as you try to scramble away from him but you feel alastor's shadow come back to pin your arms. you're trapped at this point, completely under alastor's control. there's no choice but to give in, your body going limp as alastor pumps his hips into you.
"good girl." he coos, raking his clawed hands down your back. angry red marks follow in its trail. "see how easy it is to just obey?" every inch of his cock pushes you to your limit. "such a good cunt..." he sighs, his hips stuttering before he pulls out and you feel each thick rope of cum hit your ass. you finally open your eyes, letting every emotion flow through them as alastor empties his balls all over you.
there's a moment of silence while alastor catches his breath. "now... will you be a dear and run this to rosie for me?" he reiterates, and your whole body tenses. is he not even giving you time to recover? to clean up? fuck...
"y-yes sir..."
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~ a little something about Dazai and his tantrums ~
"... Hmph. I hope you crash this car and we both die."
The moody brunet mutters under his breath as he looks out of the car window, his arms crossed over his chest, refusing to look at you. He was awfully cute whenever he did this, and oh so vexing at the same time. You learned to acclimate to this very early into your relationship with him.
"What? All I said was that I was going to be driving us, Osamu!"
Your laugh is light hearted as you focus on the road ahead, dismissing his whiny behavior for another one of his... Melodramatic performances, his co-workers once called it. He finally turns to glare at you, but a wicked glint in his narrowed eyes betrays him... You can tell he's more unserious than anything. Playful, even. And besides, he would never actually be upset with you, he just can't stop thinking up schemes to make you roll your eyes at him. Your smile alone makes his thoughts impure, shame on you!
"Yeah, well... I feel dehumanized! overlooked! neglected..." He feigns offense, sighing heavily as he slouches into the passenger seat. He places a bandaged arm over his face, groaning softly but still side eyeing you to check if you're looking at him or not.
"You do that all on your own, silly."
"Excuse me? I'm expressing my grievances and you're calling me silly? Oh, so that's what this is really about. You don't love me anymore! What a cruel beauty you are..."
He gasps, now burying his face into the crook of his elbow, pretending to weep as he mumbles incoherent nonsense about how much you mistreat him. In actuality, he was giddy as hell. You park the car, and turn to face him, a coy smile flashes on your lips.
"Nobody said anything about not loving you. Now, what can I do to fix this, Mm?"
He lifts his head up, suddenly composed and shrugging his shoulders as if nothing ever happened, speaking in a matter of fact voice that somehow deepened.
"Well, definitely don't let me drive. I don't even have a license. I'd kill us in an instant."
"... Then why argue about it?!"
"Because you look so beautiful when you're yelling at me. And you make me feel alive. Anddd, because I'm bored~"
He flashes you a cheeky grin, it's dreamy and sickening. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he leans over the seat and flicks away a stray hair from your face. Dazai then taps the tip of your nose, slowly dragging his finger down to your plush bottom lip, gently flipping it over to expose your teeth. The pad of his finger gently swirls against your canines, and finally, retreats... He knows there's a time and place for his worship prodding. His eyes travel back up to yours, and you can swear they look darker than usual. If only the Port Mafia could see what became of the Demon Prodigy... A new man reborn! A man who loves!
The rest of the day is spent with you indulging Dazai, something along the lines of 'reparations' is what he calls it. Only he knows how much it means to him that you can handle him during his calculated outbursts... or rather harmless tests to prove you won't leave him at the first sign of trouble. He needs you to be in it for the longhaul, just like he is. It's deceptive, but no one has to know! He just loves you and these are simply counter measures. You'd probably call him selfish, but as long as you call him at all, he doesn't give a shit. Because in the grand scheme of things, he really can't drive, and you two are inevitably endgame.
You're the ball, and he's your chain.
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WOLF BOY
when ao3 goes down, we write tumblr fic... now on ao3 HERE lol
i used the 15/11/24 @sterekdrabbles challenge for this. the prompt words were GREEN, REACH and SCATTER. i'm also tagging @sterekdrabblesgonelong as it's around 1K words and therefore definitely a drabble gone long lol.
it's a spark!stiles slash derek whump sort of affair, just so you know what you're reading xp
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The dagger is almost within his reachâso very nearly grabbable.
Other than being eight years old in a hospital room with the smell of rotting flowers clinging to the back of his throat, Stiles doesn't think he's ever wanted anything more than this.
Again, Derek hacks out, âJust run, Stiles!â
Again, Stiles answers noâonly this time, it's not with his voice but a yellow-green vine of pure light that extends from his fingertips as he pleads with each beat of his heart for the universe to help him, the tendrils stretching, stretching, then victoriously winding themselves around the handle of the blade.Â
âOh, shit,â he mutters, now with his actual voice, and then the vine of his will is pulling the knife flush into his grip.Â
He looks up at the hunter, their face a billboard of surprise, before a shriek rips itself from her belly at the very same time Derek roars from where he's tethered and bound, the wolfsbane-laced chains melting further into his flesh as he tries in vain to once again break free.
Then the evil bastard is flinging herself at Stilesâand straight into the dagger aimed at her solar plexus that his light sends sailing across the cave, plunging it deep into her breast.
It might not be bullseye, but it does the trick.
As she drops to the dusty ground like a discarded ragdoll, the other two hunters' heads snap like whiplash to where Stiles is sprawled, a look of pure terror marring their faces.
The cowardly fuckers drop their weapons and scatter, leaving Stiles and Derek aloneâother than the dead woman at their feetâin the large cave they'd dragged Derek into a few hours ago.
Derek's wrung out, and beaten down, but alive.Â
At once, Stiles scrambles to his feet to get over to where the ÊŒwolf is chained up, almost falling back down again when his probably sprained ankle gives way beneath him.Â
âStop fucking hurting yourself,â Derek hisses, and for once in Stiles's insane life he wishes he could gnash his teeth and roar in response, and it have an effect that would be anything other than ridiculous.Â
âOh my god,â he protests instead. âI've just saved your offensively pretty ass with my new spark's apparently awesome Gio-Ju-ju, a-hole, so how ÊŒbout we be a little less sourwolf and a lot more gratefulwolf to olâStilesy boy here, hmm?â he sasses, finding the key to the padlock that's bolted to Derek's chains on the flat rock where his flashlight got dropped when confiscated by one of the hunters.Â
Stiles feels petulant, and justified in that petulance as he discards the now unlocked padlock. Then he feels a little wrong-footed when Derek quietly mumbles, âThank you,â because the guy sounds both in a considerable amount of pain and genuinely grateful to Stiles.
Stiles sighs and kneels down to start prizing the chains away from Derek's red-raw, still-smoking skin, the ÊŒwolf's forever-stoic face giving away nothing of the hurt he's obviously suffering at the cruel hands of the aconite still desperately trying to seep its way into his body.
âYou don't have to do that for me, you know,â Stiles says carefully, hinting at Derek's display of endurance.
Derek's eyes flicker from mid-space to Stiles's face, and Stiles suddenly notices that their heads are actually dizzyingly close.
He swallows, and the sound of it echoes around the cave as if mocking him.Â
The second he peels away the last link in the chain attached to Derek's skin, and before Derek can push him away, Stiles brings a hand to Derek's throat to feel for his pulse.Â
When determined fingers find it, Derek's face does a thing that Stiles hasn't seen it do before; it's this combination of incredulous and vulnerable, and is so unprecedented, and so beautiful, that Stiles sort of wants to cry about it.Â
âYou can hear mine,â he superfluously reminds Derek, before saying what he really wants to. âIt's not fair I don't get to knowâthat you're alive, I mean. Like, I know I can see it but⊠The tactile reassurance? That's, uh, you know, kind of nice, too.âÂ
Man, he spends way too much time with werewolves.Â
Then, when he licks at his dry lips and Derek's pulse quickens under his fingertips, Stiles is so much more than simply placated.
Taking a steadying breath, he feels a million trillion miles away from anything even remotely resembling steady.
He studies Derek's face some more for confirmation of his suspicion, and finds something akin to bashful swimming amid the swirls of those gorgeous seafoam eyes.
Derek likes him back?
Stiles sinks his teeth into his bottom lip; Derek's pulse starts to race.Â
Amazingly, it seems Stiles isn't alone in the want he feels deep in his gut, and as it grows and spreads to his extremities, his fingers and toes now tingling with it, he reckons he's maybe beaten-up and bleeding out and half-braindead enough to have the balls to actually do something about it.Â
It must be biological, he thinks as he licks at his lips again, that his body somehow knows exactly what to do to hopefully get Derek to do exactly what Stiles wants him toâlick Stiles' lips for him, that isâwithout him making an actual fully-formed decision on the matter.
Although as soon as he's thinking that, the decision to kiss Derek is unequivocally madeâeven if it's going to get him shoved into the dirt for trying.Â
He's about to lean in when one of Derek's already beginning-to-heal hands stops him by bracing his shoulder.Â
âI can smell your pain, Stiles,â he says. âLet me help.â
Stiles tries not to smile as he lies through his teeth. âHurts here, the most,â he murmurs, touching two fingers from the hand not at Derek's pulse to his bruised, bloody lips. He then curls the other hand further around the werewolf's neck, to hold on.
Derek starts to pant, and Stiles has to hold in a whine.
The werewolf sounds absolutely wrecked when he asks, âDo you have any idea what you're doing to me by wrapping your hand around my throat?â
Stiles's smile then brakes free and is wry as his wit as he answers, âI've been working hard to find out how to woo you for months now, big guy. What do you think?â
And when Derek lunges to crush Stiles's mouth with his own, teasing Stiles' lips apart with his hot, hot tongue and nipping at them with blunted canines, Stiles reckons he knows what it must feel like to howl.Â
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Choose Your Own Smutty Halloween Adventure - Prologue
"Hiiii everyone! It's me, Mordred! Breaking the fourth wall to bring you an all new fun smutty adventure! Let me welcome you to The Fucking Game!"
Curtains, that you previously never noticed on your screen, rise up to reveal a game show set. On the left side of the set there sits five yellow, cushy seats. On the right side are shackles chained to the wall, the only part of the set where the yellow striped wallpaper is disturbed. Between the two is a small wall to prevent the sides from seeing each other.
"Now, I know what you're asking, 'Mordred, what is The Fucking Game, and why the fuck are you breaking the fourth wall?!' Well, my dear reader, it's very simple, it's like the The Dating Game, except it's fucking, and you're reading it. And, it needs a host, and who better than me?"
"Oh, and did I mention it's a Halloween special? So, ya know, monsters and shit."
"Shall we meet our lovely slut I mean, bachelorette?"
Two hooded figures pull a girl out by the ankles, she seems to have been knocked out, sliding across the floor as they drag her. The hooded figures take the shackles and close them on the girl's wrists before walking away.
"Allow me to introduce you to-" Mordred turns around. The girl is unconscious on the ground. Mordred turns back to the camera. "Hmm. Hold on one second folks." Mordred walks off screen, but can be heard somewhat, "Go wake her the fuck up I have smut to write you dumbfucks!"
Two hooded figures walk back on stage, one has a stun baton. The figure lightly taps the girl with it. The girl screams, jumping awake and puts her back on the wall, cowering. The hooded figures walk off screen.
Mordred now walks back on screen. "Now! Allow me to introduce you to Delilah!"
"Where am I?! What is going on?! I want to go home!"
Mordred looks disappointed. "FINE! I'LL DO THAT TOO!" Delilah is a 30 year old trans woman from California. She's a college dropout, has had only one relationship with a cis dude and it ended badly, and now she's looking for love in all the wrong places~"
"I am?"
"Yes. You are. Today, Delilah will find true love. Or die trying I suppose, I don't know, it's not up to me. I'm just a host."
"But now, let me introduce you to the people she's gonna fuck!"
"Fuck?"
Mordred groans. "Yes, fuck, it's The Fucking Game, keep up girlie."
"Anyways, our first contestant, hailing from the forests out east, Gerold the Werewolf."
A big wolf walks out onto the stage. He stands at about 9 feet tall on two legs, covered in fur, hunched a bit, his big teeth obvious despite his snout being closed. He sits in the first yellow chair and looks into the camera and speaks, "My name is Gerold, but I go by Gere, because there are hundreds of werewolves, but there's only one Gerewolf." Crowd laughter is heard. What crowd? Who knows. "I deserve to have this girl as a personal fuck toy, because I am loyal and devoted. Though I may have a thousand victims, I'll have only one fuck toy. You'll never worry about where I am or who I'm with, I'm a werewolf, not a WHEREwolf." More crowd laughter.
The camera pans back to Mordred. "Ha ha ha isn't he a hoot? Now here's our second contestant, Lilith, the Demon Queen from Hell."
The camera pans back to the chairs, a tall woman with red skin walks onto stage. She plops into the second yellow chair, she has a black bra and black panties on, black hair to her shoulders, and big horns sticking out of her head. As she speaks, you can see her razor sharp teeth, "Hi there, I'm Lilith, and I'm a bat outta Hell." Mordred can subtly be heard saying "I don't think she knows what that phrase means...." Lilith continues, "I like long walks on the lava beach, I love to fuck, and baby, I know hell, so I have the experience to make this relationship work." The mystery crowd claps.
Once again, the focus is on Mordred. "Isn't she just lovely? A true romantic if I've ever seen one. And, now, our third contestant, Priscilla the Ghost Girl."
Back to the stage, a blue-ish, translucent being floats over to the middle chair. She looks like a cartoon ghost, big black circles for eyes, a mouth that's a line and moves to a circle shape as she talks, "Hello everyone, I'm Priscilla, the ghost with the most! I don't go out often, since I'm stuck to the house I'm haunting. But, that said, I'm a homeowner, I read a lot, and I love to stay home and give you all the attention you need." The mystery crowd can be heard going 'awww.'
"Wait she's done already?" Mordred whines before noticing the camera is back on her. "Oh, hi there, isn't she just the best?! Now, let's move on to our fourth contestant, Slosha the Slime Princess!"
Camera pans back to the chairs, and a green, moist, almost slug shaped being moves across the floor, leaving a trail the whole way. Once she gets to the fourth chair, she morphs her body into a humanoid shape, big breasts, big belly, even fake slime hair. As she sits down into the chair you can see the chair get moist through her body. "Hiiiiiiiiiii! I'm Slosha! I am the Princess of the great slime empire! I lovvvvve to eat, so you know I'm gonna have so much fun digesting you! But I love to play with my foooood, so if you become my sex toy I'll never leave you alone! And, since I'm royalty, you have to do whatever I tell you to do or I will have you executed ^_^"
Mordred speaks to the camera, "Holy fuck, isn't she just beautiful? Actual royalty on our show? That's so cool. Anyways, thank you readers for being patient, we're almost done. One final contestant, possibly the charismatic of them all, allow me to introduce you tooooo: Pumpkin!"
Back to the stage. A pumpkin falls from the roof into the last chair. It has no other discernible features. It can not speak. It is just a pumpkin. The mystery crowd goes crazy with applause.
"Isn't Pumpkin just lovely, folks? Now for the the game to truly to begin. Delilah will now pick which contestant she wants alone time with. And by pick, I mean she gets whatever you tell her she gets."
"Wait, what? I don't want this-"
"Did I tell you to speak?" Mordred says in a stern tone. Delilah goes quiet.
"That's right! It's you" Mordred points at you, the person reading this, "who gets to choose who Delilah gets fucked by!" Delilah gulps. "Now, reader, it's up to you, begin the game."
Link to round one.
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SIMP CHAPTER 21
FEVER BURST ACROSS YURI'S CHEEKS...
His slender fingers curled into his palms; his biceps flexing, his head lulled back against the headboard; his chest rising and falling at a steady pace- a low moan escapes his lips,
"(Y/n)~"
The muffled sound of vibrations silently rung through the bedroom; Yuri twisted as he attempted to keep his moans to a bare medium only exhaling sharply once the vibrating cock ring was removed from his swollen tip.
"Yuri~... How many times do I have to tell you, to stay quiet? Hm?"
"I-It's hard when you keep- doing that!-" Biting on his lower lip, a low moan vibrating through his teeth as you wrapped the cock ring around his swollen crown; fully adjusting it- you held the remote in your grasp mercilessly eyeing Yuri's twitching cock.
The male's muscles tightened as the waves of vibrations coursed through his crown; precum leaking through the slit of his cock, his handcuffed hands resting above his head as he was forced to sit up against the headboard, "(Y/n)- Please..."
"Hm? Please what? Increase the power?"
Clicking the button earns a hitched moan to rip past Yuri's lips; his hips bucking unconsciously at the increasing vibrations. "I- hah- fuck!-"
"You know, it wasn't nice overdoing it the first time we had sex..."
'You made me delayed on my mission... I wasn't able to even scope out my target because of you'
Apple's apple bobbing; swallowing thickly, Yuri tilted his head back eyeing the ceiling above his head. "G-God!... (Y/n)-... Please-... I'm sorry-... Fuck... I'm about to cum-"
"Nope."
Turning off the cock ring, his shoulders collapsed as you had once again robbed him of his release; his chest heaving heavily- "Why?" releasing a whimper, Yuri felt your fingers grasping his chin.
Tilting his chin down to gaze into your irises; a smirk inched across your lips, your touch cooling to his heated face. "You can't cum until I'm satisfied. And I want you to beg for me to allow you to cum. Understood?"
Pressing his lips together, you grabbed the chain connected to his handcuffs; yanking him forward, Yuri's lips parted- he felt his heart picking up speed as your heated gaze bore into his hues.
"Answer me."
"Y...Yes."
Flashing a smirk, you released the cuffs; patting his cheek then clicked the button once more resulting in the cock ring activating once more.
"Now we could start the fun. If you want to cum, shouldn't your wife have the chance to cum with you?"
"Y-Yes."
Stammering out; Yuri averted his gaze to his handcuffs, a hint of need flashing across his irises- "Can I get out of these now?" He questioned; you hummed in slight ponder before responding. "Not until I feel like you have been a good husband and deserve for it to be taken off. So how are you going to do that?-"
Being cut off by Yuri pushing himself off the headboard to place both palms against your shoulder blades; he shoved you on your back taking you by surprise, cheeks flushed a dark red- Yuri's crimson irises bore down at your nude figure;
"I'll eat you out until you are left shaken."
Trying to adjust himself to lean forward; placing his cuffed hands underneath his figure, Yuri parted his lips as he curled his tongue against your folds- feeling the excitement twist within your stomach upon feeling your cunt being greeted by Yuri's tongue.
Combing your fingers through his strains; your back arching ever so slightly, your other hand that held the remote firmly rested above your head.
Without the use of his hands, it only resulted in Yuri burying his lips further into your soaked core; curling his tongue between your walls- he knew he had to make up for the loss of his fingers.
Dragging his tongue across your slick slit to your awaiting clit, Yuri's half-lidded gaze stayed fixated on your facial expression; eyelids fluttering shut feeling his lips engulf your clit.
A hushed gasp rolled off your tongue at the sensation of your swollen bud being tended to hungrily; "God... Yuri...." moaning out his name in a hushed tone; your thumb pressed against the button once more increasing-
A low moan vibrates against your clit; Yuri's fingers curling against the bedsheets- his hips rolling at the unbearable vibrations, his swollen tip rubbing needily against the mattress.
Lips parting from your clit; a strain of salvia connecting, Yuri rested his cheek against your thigh- his shoulders shuddering as his eyelids fluttered shut; the amount of relief beginning to build up.
"A-Ah-... Ah-... Fuck-"
Hissing against your flesh; Yuri's shoulders tensed up, his cock twitching- his body falling limb upon feeling the sudden seize of the vibrations against his cock.
Eyelids gradually opened; Yuri hissed through his teeth feeling your fingers curling roughly through his strains, pulling his head back slightly- The man forced to sit up as you brought yourself up with him.
"I'm sure at this point, It's just making us both suffer... So, what is it that you want, Yuri?... Hm?"
Giving a sharp tug to his strains; Yuri's back arched at the hint of pleasure shooting across his limbs- the amount of need for release flooded his gaze;
There was no room for pride, he knew he needed his longing for release; the overwhelming edging was enough to make him fall on his knees to beg...
"(Y/n)... Darling... Let me cum..."
Lust blinding Yuri's brain; he leaned closer to your smaller frame, his redden lips brushing against yours- "I can't hold back any longer... I want you to use me... Let me fill you up with my cum- I want to be a good husband and please you to my full extent..."
Moving a hand to grasp his chin; you parted his lower lip with the tip of your finger, "That's all I needed to hear..." Capturing your lips in a hungry kiss; you climbed onto Yuri's lap-
Pressing the button once more on the cock ring; resting it on its highest setting- placing it to the side, straddling your hips against Yuri's twitching cock, your pelvis rolling in sync to his light bucking;
Lips parting ever so slightly upon feeling your hand grabbing his hardened cock; his crown lining at your cunt- resulting in a shudder hitched to roll past Yuri's lips. "(Y/n)- hurry... I feel like I'm about to explode..." Muttering against your lips; a low moan escapes his lungs once his cock is finally welcomed with the warmth of your slit.
Feeling your walls stretching to his length once more; a closed-lipped moan came from you. "Yuri-... Let's cum together... Isn't that good as a reward? You cumming inside of me?"
Bouncing your hips at a steady pace; vibrating quivering your walls from the cock ring- Yuri's
Crimson hues gleamed with excited lust he jolts at your request, disbelieving but interested in the prospect. "Are you sure?" His wrists shifted through the cuffs.
Nodding you forced your eyes to open, gazing up at him with a heaved pant escaping your swollen lips "Mhm~... For being a good husband you deserve it!-"
That vein on his cock pulses wildly, He buries his head into your neck with a groan, vibrating against the curve. "(Y/n)" he croaks, muffled and huskily, unexpectedly the sound of metal snapping brought you from your lust trance-
Eyes widened upon feeling Yuri wrapping his arms around your plush waist; your body being pulled closer to his, your hardened nipples rubbing against your firm chest.
He had broken the handcuffs-
'Does that means...'
"I couldn't have easily broken these a long time ago but damnit I was so turned on..."
Lips peppering heated kisses against the nape of your neck to underneath your chin, a sharp thrust given to your pelvis resulting in your hips to bounce more at a rapid pace against Yuri's.
"Y-Yuri!-"
A hand clapped over your lips; Yuri flopped you on your back, burying his face between your breasts; his hips needily snapping upwards with no remorse- cheeks flushed with fever, salvia collecting at the corners of his lips from the amount of pleasure.
"S-Shush-... Remember? Gotta... Fuck... Fuck..." Whimpering against your flesh; the increased vibrations of the cock ring with the warmth and tightened around his hardened cock,
Resting His chin between your breasts; the male removed his palm from your lips to grasp your hip- raising your ass slightly above the mattress, you were unable to form words at the unspeakable pleasure that coursed through you.
An orgasm electrifies underneath your skin and tightens in your lower stomach, lips parted- your eyes wide as your chest heaved; a strain of hitch gasping escapes your swollen lips, goosebumps littered your heated flesh like a plague that followed with pure ecstasy.
"Damn.." he chokes, cheeks flushed and jaw clenched. Thrusts only increase as Yuri blindly chased his longing orgasm, his hips snapping as seemingly endless spurts glazed your walls;
Pressing his lips against your flushed breasts to contain his low moans; Yuri's shoulders tensed before his body fall heavily limp against yours resulting in your body finally collapsing against the silky sheets underneath your bodies.
Feeling his cock twitch in your warm folds until Ever so slowly Yuri pulled out, the man gazed down at his cum coated cock as the mixed fluids leaked from your swollen cunt.
Cum glazed cock twitching at the never-ending vibrations from the toy; Yuri rubbed his face against your breasts- "Darling-... The remote, please..."
A light breathless chuckle escapes your lips; resulting in Yuri lifting his face slightly to gaze up at you, combing your fingers through his strains until you pulled his head back by the ends of his locks- Yuri felt his heart fluttering at the glazed lustful gaze you greeted him with.
"Who said we were done, Slut?"
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Imagine Raphael giving you to Haarlep to cycle between edging and overstim for a day + aftercare. The next day Raphael puts you in suspension bondage and occasionally walks up while he is reading to play with your still raw and over sensitive clit/cock.
Plucking, stroking, teasing until your voice breaks. Then he walks away, licking his fingers.
A/N: I MEAN. HEREâS THE THING. Nothing I write is going to be able to touch that. But I will try. Hopefully you like it. Hiding sin under gif.
Raph x Haarlep x Reader (GN): HAHA I'M IN DANGER
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He gives you to Haarlep to "rest."Â
Of course, he smiles as he says it, eyes glittering specks of hellfire. He waves you away with a small smile and a pat on the ass. Raphael's good little toy, obedient and deserving a touch of kindness after hours at the devil's mercy. Every muscle in your body aches in the most delicious way, fingerprints emblazoned across your hips, shallow abrasions across your belly. Your throat is a ruin of kiss-sucked bruises. Precisely how he likes you, his pretty canvas. Â
But you're tired. You need the rest. Haarlep coos to you, hands feathering over your hair. They touch and tease, massaging out the aching muscles in your lower back. The incubus always promises you the sweetest things, a whisper of affection as they settle between your thighs.Â
It's "rest" only in the loosest sense of the word. You whine, hands clenching in the sheets. Sometimes, it's their mouth on you. It's an irresistible game, building you to a dizzying high only to pull back and leaving you wanting and cold. Up and up until you're left raw, a live wire sparking in the overheated air. You beg them to let you come.Â
Haarlep always agrees. But a devil's acquiescence is rarely without cost. They stuff you full of cock, riding you until you're too hoarse to scream. They order you to come for them, laughing, bright, loud, and cruel. A hand fists in your hair, turning your face into the mattress.Â
"Oh, my love, you asked for this, no?" He leans over you, licking up your spine. "Begged to come. Called me cruel! Wicked Haarlep!" You whimper. His right-hand snakes around your throat, squeezing and pulling you back against his chest. The incubus nips the shell of your ear, dragging the lobe between his teeth. "Scream for me, won't you? You can still do that much."Â
You try. They make sure you try. But Haarlep is an industrious creature capable of making their own entertainment. After they've come, they flip you onto your back, moving you like their little doll. It's back to teeth and tongue, licking his mess clean, stroking you. It's too much. Pleasure and heat, spiraling until you think you'll black out.Â
And the sweetest thing is that whenever you awaken, Haarlep is there, still toying with your bodyâbuilding and breaking, building and breaking, over and over.Â
One of them must hang you. You don't remember, blissed out, boneless. Raphael loves to display you like this: hanging near his desk, an art piece to observe at his leisure. The chains chafe a little, but you know that irritation will be dealt with after. For now, you enjoy the reprieve. There are no hands on you for the first time in what feels like days.Â
"Did you enjoy your reprieve, mouse?" Raphael smiles at you, almost gentle, almost fond. There are so many possibilities, and your brain is too addled to parse any of them. He leans back in his seat, hands folded over his belly. "Haarlep lamented your performance. Uninspired, they called it." The cambion chuckles at this, humming. "But the results."Â
He holds his arms out wide, smirking. Yes, the results- your ruination. Your head sags forward, chin resting on your chest. Raphael crosses the room, hooking a finger under your chin. The devil groans, kissing you deeply. His tongue presses past the seam of your lips, tasting you, dancing but not demanding.Â
A contrast to the way he touches you. He doesn't build you to an orgasm; he wrenches it from your exhausted body, the touch stinging against your overstimulated flesh. You whimper into his mouth, twisting to take more, to get closer, to relieve the pressure in your wrists. He tuts. Raphael kisses your nose, your chin, your mouth.Â
"Now, now, you know the game, mouse. Be very good, and we'll let you down early. For nowâŠrelax. SimpleâŠbe yourself."Â
He pats your stomach and returns to his reading, brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.Â
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Hey, Iâve really enjoyed reading your imagines. Would you be up for writing one where either Dean / Solider Boy / Beau, I donât mind, has done something to upset/piss off the reader and goes out his way to make it up to her and then itâs all fluffy? Iâm definitely in the readers position right now and hoping thatâs whatâs happening! Thank you.
Hey lovely anon!
Ooh this is interesting. So you didn't exactly ask for this, but this is where my mind went. I really enjoyed doing an imagine called "How Dean, Beau, and Ben would react to seeing your breast reduction scars."
So I'm going to do this one in that style...
Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader
Tags/Warnings: Angst, arguments, hurt/comfort, fluff
Headcanon: How Dean, Beau, and Ben would make up for pissing you off.
Dean Winchester
Readers of Devour Me will recognize this scenario...
Dean can be an asshole sometimes. He knows it, but that side of him tends to come out along with his protective side.
He gave you...what you would consider a "firm suggestion" on a hunt. In his mind, it was a warning you were meant to follow: hang back.
The vampire nest was bigger than you guys expected.
You jumped in to save the woman they were keeping chained...but she was already drained dry. A vamp caught you, but before you could swing your knife, hot teeth sank into your neck.
Your scream rang through the air, tearing from your throat.
Dean's machete soon followed, killing the vampire and saving you in the process. He hid the depths of his worry. His fear, when he heard your scream, saw the monster bearing on you.
He buried the true depths of that turmoil and later holds you while Cas heals you. You thank him with a sigh and look up at Dean. Before you can apologize for ignoring his warning, his words simultaneously cut you to the bone and spark a blaze:
"I hope you learned your damn lesson," he says.
"Excuse me?" you hotly reply.
"You fucking heard me! When I say 'hang back,' I mean it. Hang the hell back."
"I've been hunting long before I met you, Dean."
"Yeah, well. Color me surprised that you've made it this long."
And that sparks the knock-down drag-out fight you and Dean have in the dirty, blood-splattered barn in the middle of nowhere. Even Sam and Cas are uncomfortable in the midst of you and Dean as they deal with the bodies of the vamps.
You don't let Dean touch you that night, even though you two still share the same bed. You sleep turned away from him, curled in on yourself.
He doesn't know how to make you understand. The sight of you with blood covering your neck and shoulder, running down over and under your shirt...
He hates it more than anything.
Even in the morning, the memory of your scream rings in his ears.
You've woken up before him, leaving your side of the bed empty. He wanders into the kitchen and finds you with your cup of coffee, stirring the creamer in for far too long. He watches you for a moment. He sees you're lost in thought. Maybe your eyes are a bit haunted.
He hates that too.
"Hey, sweetheart," he greets. His voice is still a deep rumble, but his gentleness is an olive branch.
You recognize that, and your own features soften. The truth is, you're too upset and spent to be angry anymore. You really just need him back.
He guides you into his arms, presses a kiss to your forehead, and sighs.
"...Look, I'm sorry," he says. He's grateful, even for this moment. Because it means you're safe, with him.
"I'm sorry too," you reply. You squeeze him tighter and bury your face in his chest. "I love you."
Dean hesitates. His heart clenches, both with warmth and the fear of what could have been. He lets out another deep breath as his fingers soothe through your hair.
"Love you too."
Beau Arlen
Don't let that adorable scruff fool you. Beau has his moments, just like everyone else...
You don't want to feel like the jealous "other woman." Because that certainly isn't what you are.
You and Beau have been dating for a while now. You know this is something special. He is special. A big-hearted man who leads by example, and makes his daughter a priority in his life.
You admire that more than anything. You've come to love Emily as well...
However, he's been consistently cancelling on you. Dates you'd planned, dinners you'd made, "office picnics" at the precinct that got rain-checked more than the goddamn weather channel.
It seems like any time you and Beau try to carve out a moment for each other, it gets waylaid by something that "just can't wait."
Sometimes it's due to the demands of his job (which you understand).
But more often, it's because he seems to drop everything to heed his ex-wife's requests, large and small. From moving boxes in downsizing her house, to picking up her dry cleaning.
Carla always laces her requests (demands) with something understandable, like dropping off Emily at school. As a lawyer, she's smart like that.
But you're smart too, and you see her game.
She's slowly but surely wrapping Beau around her finger, and it's driving you insane.
"Can't you see she's manipulating you?!" you finally ask him. Your hands gesture widely, your brows are knitted together, and so are Beau's. His mouth is pressed in a line.
"The hell do you mean?" he asks.
"Exactly what I'm saying," you retort. "She asks you to jump, and you say, How high, darlin'?"
Part of him wants to smile at your exaggerated Texan approximation of him. But mostly, he's irritated.
"That's not true! I'm just trying to do right by her. She's the mother of my kid--"
Your hand presses against your forehead.
"I know that, Beau. Of course I do," you say. Against your will, your deepest fears take hold. They make you feel ugly inside for thinking them, let alone saying them.
"But...either she wants you back, or maybe you want her."
Beau's frown deepens. "What? What're you talkin' about."
He tries to grab your hand, but you evade him. You cross your arms to give you the excuse you need to hold yourself together.
He blows out a frustrated breath and shakes his head. "She left me, remember?"
"Things change. Feelings change," you say hotly. Your eyes run over his face, as if trying to search his heart.
Beau finally understands just what you're thinking. He softens.
And then his expression firms.
"Not for me," he says.
He reaches for you. You allow him to grasp your elbows. He steps closer into your line of vision until his broad frame is all you can see, but you refuse to look up at him. Not until his curled finger prods under your chin, raising your face up to his.
His face lacks the jovial nature he usually carries, with a side of teasing that usually drives you crazy and lightens your heart in equal measure.
No. Right now, he's serious. His thumb grazes your cheek.
"Sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise."
Your eyes are lowered, with unshed tears swimming in them. Until Beau presses his lips to your cheek. Your eyes close, and you take in the tenderness of his touch. The smell of his cologne.
When you next open your eyes, he's smiling softly down at you. It leads you to smile a little.
"It'd be nice if you didn't cancel on me so much then," you can't help but mutter, a bit petulantly.
Beau's smile slips a bit. "I sure am sorry about that. And I'll talk to Carla. But uh..."
The rest of his good humor fades. "She mentioned something about taking Emily back to Houston."
Your eyes widen. Your hand moves to grip his wrist. "What?"
"I guess I was just...tryin' to butter her up a bit. If she settled in that new house, had everything she needed, maybe she'd stop thinking about leaving," he admits. "I want her to do what's best for Emily, but...I don't know if I can take it if she's in a whole other state."
You bite your lip. You try to soothe him with your fingers carding through his hair. You pull him into your embrace, and the roles of comfort reverse.
"You do need to talk to Carla," you say. "But I want to help, in whatever way I can. You just let me know."
You can't see it, but Beau smiles as he holds you a fraction tighter.
"You already are."
Soldier Boy (Ben)
Ugh, this (lovable) bastard...
There are a lot of opportunities to piss you off, and Ben has a habit of taking them.
He's protective, misogynistic (though you're surely trying with him), and doesn't give two shits about modern social protocols like tolerance and respect.
Nor does he give a fuck about being "nice" or "pleasant" if he doesn't want to. (And he never wants to.)
When he pisses you off, however, you have to pick your battles.
You're as patient as you can be with him, knowing all of his idiosyncrasies and foibles as well as you've come to learn them.
But when he nearly snaps a man's arm off for grabbing your ass in a musky club, you have to draw the line.
(Ben settled for jabbing the man in the face, hard enough to toss him back into an entire row of glasses. You'd winced at the man's scream of pain as glass shattered into his back.)
When you send your boyfriend a look, he's both unfazed and unapologetic.
"What, would you rather have that greasy fuck pawing all over you? No one's gonna have the balls to cop a feel right in front of me, unless they want 'em shoved up their ass."
You make a face of disgust, roll your eyes, and angrily storm out of the club. Ben follows you, now getting just as irritated. He grabs your arm and turns you around.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he demands. You raise a brow.
"Not everything is an affront to your manhood," you reply testily. "Are you really protecting me, or is it just your petty pride that another man would dare touch what's 'yours?'"
You turn to walk away from him, but he grabs you again. This time by the hand. He barely resists the urge to yank you back.
No, Ben waits for you to choose. To turn back to him. You're frowning in your anger, but even he can see the thread of hurt deep down. The fear that his motivations are only selfish.
His jaw ticks. But he sighs through his nose. "Come 'ere."
Reluctant though you seem, you take a chance in drawing back into him. His arms circle around you, with those heavy hands splaying across your lower back. He cages you securely against him and looks down you. His eyes are a fraction softer.
"You are mine," he says. "I'm not gonna let these cocksuckers forget it. Because I've got plenty of enemies who'd do more than just touch you."
It sucks to be reminded of that fact, but it's the cold reality. Still, you soften, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.
He's trying to send the world a clear message: he won't tolerate bullshit, of any kind. Least of all with you.
That, you can appreciate.
And you lean up to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
Knowing Ben, it doesn't stay sweet for long.
AN: Whew! đźâđš Lots of angst diverted into hurt/comfort and fluff, there.
Do you guys like these Dean/Beau/Ben "reacts?" Let me know! đ
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crush 04 | jww & oc/reader
title: crush 04 pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader/oc (ft. seokmin) rating: 16+ (mentions of sex, but no act of sex) genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut, racecar driver!au, mechanic!au wc: 5.9k summary: all he knows are fast rides, drag-strips, and speed ovals until he meets you, someone thatâs got his heart racing instead of his car. warnings: explicit language, suggestive content (but nothing follows through), mentions of sex a/n:Â lmfao idk when the last chapter was or if you've long forgotten me but i have arrived... i'm praying that this is good enough :(
The air is cold.
The stiffness of your cheeks and the tinge of pink on Seokminâs nose speaks volumes, the thin cardigan you decided to run out with wasnât much help to combat the briskness. Youâd been so quick to grab him out of the restaurant that you didnât get a chance to snag your coatâwhy the hell did he just show up here? Itâs almost like heâs asking for a fight.Â
You huff. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI saw your location,â he says calmly, almost like itâs a normal thing to do. He shows his phone to you, the screen bright and displaying the maps feature with a little icon of a picture of you by the restaurant, the blue dot beside it being his own. âI figured I was in the area, so I decided to stop by and surprise you and your friends. You know, as⊠boyfriends do.â
You grit your teeth. Seokmin is far from being your boyfriend, especially with the acts heâs been performing latelyâso pulling out this âboyfriendâ card just because he sees the back of Wonwooâs head feels low. The location you shared with him was for the time you were stranded on the side of the road, the car battery completely depleted. You mustâve forgotten to turn it off, but nonetheless, it wasnât something for him to take advantage of. âI thought we werenât dating.â
Seokmin clicks his tongue. Eyes skimming the area, he shoves his phone back into the front pocket of his jacket. If he truly was your âboyfriend,â he shouldâve offered you his coat by now. (Well, he also never said he was a good one either).
âWe arenât, but in the future we will. We agreed,â Seokminâs gaze is on you nowâthose irises that used to sparkle underneath any light, including the stars in the sky, are suddenly dull. âI just donât get it. I thought you said youâd wait for me. Why am I finding you with him?âÂ
Him. There he goes again, the bitterness he has for Wonwoo is practically seeping out of his skin. The pronouns used to identify him even got a taste of the hatred.Â
âHeâs a friend,â you state, arms crossed over your chest. Itâs freezing out here. âIâm allowed to hang out with friends. Plusâdoes it really matter if I date around? Youâre doing it.â
Seokmin scoffs. In disbelief, too! He contradicts himself more frequently than not now, especially with Wonwoo in the picture. âYouâre kidding, right? I told you why Iâm like this.â
You sigh. Truthfully, itâs becoming emotionally exhausting when it comes to Seokmin; your heart doesnât seem to palpitate as it used to when he looks at you, instead you feel it racing from all the anger pent up. You still long for him from the distance, wishing it was you who made him laugh and smile in that way that makes his eyes twinkle as you feign ignorance to his irresistible charms, but the reality sinks in and the clouds cast their shadows when it smacks you in the face that Seokmin isnât doing that for you. Heâs doing those things for another girl, someone who he hadnât promised his end game to, and it leaves you wondering if he actually means when he says youâre the one heâll finally come home to.
âI justâŠâ Thereâs a part of you that wants to end all of this, end all the suffering heâs caused you and the feeling of suffocation in your chest. Itâs like heâs got your heart chained and locked, himself being the only person with the key, and youâre stuck in this position until he tells you to go. âI donât think itâs fair for you to tell me how to live my life while you get to freely live yours.â
âYou couldâve had anyone else,â he retorts with a soft whisper this time. âWhyâd it have to be him?â
âHeâs nice to me,â you shrug your shoulders. âAnd⊠right now, maybe I just need someone like that to heal me.â You donât really know what you mean by heal, but something in you felt like⊠that was the right word to describe Wonwoo. Heâs caring, sweet, and he tends to you when youâre having a rough dayâno words exchanged, just quick glances and he just knows.
âHeal you?â Seokminâs voice raises this time around, his brows furrowing in frustration. âYouâve got to be kidding me. Youâre joking, right? A guy like him? Heâs an assholeâhe keeps secrets and hides shit from people. People heâs close to, people who he claimed to be his family. And he goes behind my back and steals my girl? Do you see how he is?â
Heâwhat? Youâre the one confused now. âWhat are you even talking about?â
Visibly, his vexation lowers along with his stance. âNothing, justâI donât trust that guy. I need you to wait for me, just a while longerââ
And before you could ask, âhow long?â with smoke whistling out of your ears, a pretty gal with bleach blonde hair and lashes that touch the clouds in the sky eagerly grabs onto Seokminâs arm.
âMinnie, our table is ready! Ohââ her face brightens at the sight of you. âHi! Are you Minnieâs fan? Iâm Kaykay!â she extends her arm eagerly as you shake her hand gently with an awkward smile. âWell, we have to get going, do you guys want a picture together?â
Your jaw twitches.
Thereâs something worse about being identified as âthe girl who Seokmin keeps on the backburner,â and youâve never run into it until today. A fan. Youâve been demoted to a fan. Youâve chased him around for so long, in hopes heâd throw away his current lifestyle for you, despite what he says about how heâs so grateful that youâre waiting for him.
All to only be downplayed and lowered to the level of a fan.
âActually, itâs okay,â you wave her off politely and glance over at Seokmin before slowly making your exit. âHe gave me his autograph earlier, but I appreciate it.â
Truthfully, Seokmin knows he fucked up.Â
He knew from the moment your lips curled into that warm smile, an effortless laugh erupting from your chest, and when you dip your chin bashfully at a compliment thrown your way without him being the one responsible for it. He messed up big time. And if heâs too late, heâll never forgive himself for it.
The best solution is to give you upâand in reality, if this was another person, heâd straight up tell them that they missed their chance and itâs time to move on. Yet, he looks himself in the mirror every time and the words never come out. He canât do it. He canât let you go. In the forefront of his mind, heâs fully aware of how selfish heâs being for asking you to wait for him without a timeline.Â
But he canât help himself.
He wants you.Â
It canât be anyone else but you.
In all honesty, he ponders if this exact scenario played out with a different love interest would have him this angry. Would he be equally as fueled? Or was there something more because of his own personal history with Wonwoo? Either way, that didnât help, and putting you in the middle of it was doing more harm than good.
The history that the two of them have is one thatâs been inscribed in his brainâhe remembers it as if it was yesterday when a group of intimidating men enter the garage that both of them worked at. The leader snickered at the sight of Seokmin, spitting the toothpick that hung on the side of his mouth with a smirk dressed upon his face. âIs this the fresh meat?â he asked, dark eyes observing Seokminâs face as he grabbed his jaw between his fingers.Â
âYeah,â Wonwoo said coolly, wiping his hand off a rag before tossing it onto his tool cart. âHeâs still fresh, so donât scare him.â
Seokmin relives the feeling of fearâhis heart dropped to the pit of his stomach and his hands began to perspire. âIâm the boss âround here,â he spat. Hair slicked back, doused in so much gel that the lights reflected on the strands. Clean shave, smelled like expensive cologne (although he definitely squirted half the bottle), he wore a tank top that displayed the plethora of tattoos that decorated his skin. âThatâs all you need to know. Iâm the boss.â
Wonwoo lied to Seokmin; he told him that heâd take care of him, help him earn some money and make an honest living.
Working for a guy who has done more illegal things that Seokmin is aware of doesnât sound like making an âhonest livingâ.Â
He felt embarrassed, finding himself in a position where he couldâve been just any old regular mechanic but instead as a front of a fucking drug lordâs secret business. When the nights came around, the sun disappearing along the horizon, he smelled the stench of cigars and weed permeating through the cracks of the walls and doors. The hollering of gamblers were faint underneath the concrete floors, but the evident line of expensive vehicles that hid behind the building were enough to give it away. Any idiot would know what was happening there.
But the city was so corrupt; a newly graduated high school student who severely needed a job had to settle for a shady ass job couldnât even go to the cops about it. He recalled frantically waving his arms to express his story at the local police station, only for them to scoff and turn the other way.
It earned him slashed tires the next day. A threat. A warning. Lee Seokmin would then go as Dokyeom at the shop, just in case they wanted to go any further.
Seokmin spent years trying to cut ties with them.Â
âHey baby,â her soft voice spoke, reaching out from under the covers to lay her hand on his chest. âWhatâs on your mind?â
And here he is again.
In the sheets with someone else.
She interrupts his thoughts and she only stirs them more. He canât remember her name, only that when she says it and calls you a fan, the expression on your face made it clear that you didnât want to stick around any longer. Seokmin hates how he pains you every time he does stupid shit like this, but some masochistic part of him canât seem to stop. He needs to stop, especially with Wonwoo at arms length to you, ready to catch you when you fall.
âNothing,â he replies curtly. Sheâs not you. He wishes he could tell you all the things that happened, all the things that run through his head, and how much he wants to break out of this cycle but even you, the girl who has his heart, canât even take him out of his own despair.Â
Just your luck.
Dodging potholes should be something youâre familiar with considering how frequently you drive in and out of the city, but itâs evident that itâs still a skill you need to improve on.
âFuck,â you mutter under your breath. The gash on the side of the tire is so big that you felt the hissing of the air blowing into your face. âYou canât even patch this.â
Youâre supposed to meet up with Wonwoo in fifteen minutes. The traffic had gotten heavier, and Google Maps suggested taking the local route but of course it had to be the street with the most unpatched potholes youâve ever seen. Where the fuck were your tax dollars going into?
You sigh in distress. Running your fingers through your hair, you puff out another heavy breath. Maybe you should do what you learnedâyeah, after all, Wonwoo taught you for a reason, right?
Just then, your phone dings twice.
(2) New Messages.
One from Wonwoo, and one from Seokmin.
Both said the same thing, coincidentally, reading: âwhere are you?â
Itâs easier to copy and paste the text in return, letting them both know where you were and had a flat.Â
As you pop open the trunk, you roll up your sleeves. Thankfully, Wonwooâs first date idea is more useful than you thought. Although, thereâs a part of you that ponders if Seokmin would ever come. He promised, you think to yourself, because the charming words he spewed always meant that he would be your Knight in Shining Armor in any time of need.Â
Would he come?
You sort of wish that he did, just to feed that little glimmer of hope still in your heart but a huge part of you knew he wouldnât. Heâs different now, not the same Lee Seokmin you once knew. So why are you wondering if heâd be here?
Thereâs a latch inside the trunk, and just when youâre about to flip it open to grab the tools and your spare tire, someoneâs lights shine from behind.
Is⊠Is this your Knight in Shining Armor?
Turning around, the headlights are blinding, and it makes you squint in the direction. The door opens, and a figure comes outâbrown hair, built frame, and driving a sedan, you wonder if itâs really Seokmin that comes to your rescue.
With the slam of the door and the figure coming in closer, thatâs when you feel your stomach churn and your heart drop.
âHey, pretty,â he says, voice deep and smooth as honey. âI saw your text. I was on the way, and I spotted your car on the side and recognized you. I guess you could say itâs fate.â That cheeky smile already has you swooning.
Itâs⊠Wonwoo.
âHowâd you even know it was me?â You laugh, arms crossed over your chest. âWhat if you were wrong and it wasnât?â
âThen Iâd have to let you know that I ended up having to help someone with a flat,â Wonwoo grins, tapping your shoulder to move you aside. âBut I knew I wasnât wrong. How could I forget the silhouette and the car of a girl Iâm crushing on?â
And with that, Wonwoo makes you forget.
Thereâs something about Wonwoo walking out of the fog (in this case, blurry and bright headlights) that makes you feel like heâs bringing you with him because at the end of the day, heâs here and not Seokmin.Â
Should you set strikes for him? Things that Seokmin does that has you reconsidering even waiting for him anymore, and if it was worth your time being put on the backburner for a man you didnât even know anymore. Did his dreams and goals even align with yours? Did he still want to settle down and have a family? Did he still want you to meet his mom?
Did he love you or did he like the idea of you?
âI can help, you know.â
âYeah, but I only really taught you so youâd know. Not so that you can do it yourself. Now hold my tools and donât stand too close to the lanes, gotta make sure youâre all in one piece so I donât have to eat alone tonight,â he winks playfully.
Maybe⊠Maybe being with him wouldnât be so bad.
âMaâam, are you sure?â
You blink blankly at the boy who stands behind the counter.
Recently, youâve come to terms that your Toyota had little life in it left and with your current promotion salary, maybe itâs time to turn in the fella in exchange for something new and durable.Â
And maybe slightly flashy.
The dark grey Lexus IS 350 F-Sport is a complete 180 from your aged Toyota; an affordable, casual, everyday car that took the cheapest gas option and for the most part, fuel efficient to a luxury vehicle of the same parent company. Sleek interior, leather beige seats, tinted back windowâthereâs even a functional Apple CarPlay! The Toyotaâs radio didnât even work, and the air conditioner was a gamble to get running. But the new car had heated and cooled seats, an entire class upgrade.
Wonwoo had the car sitting idle in the yard of his auto shop. It was barely used, to the point where the temporary tag taped to the rear window was still there, crisp and clean just like it was just bought off the lot.
Because it was.
âLook, Iâm so over this car,â you remember hearing while eavesdropping from inside the auto shop. âPlus, Iâm selling it to you for cheap. Get rid of that Honda Fit and take this instead. Boss would kill me if I couldnât convince you to take it.â
Wonwoo raised a brow suspiciously to the man with long luscious blonde hair that stopped at his shoulders. âI drive a Prius,â he clarified and the other male just rolled his eyes. âYouâre charging me $2k for a brand new car, Jeonghan. Iâm not doing that. And Iâm not paying what the market price is for this car.â
Weird. At the time, you pondered why this guy Jeonghan was working so hard to convince Wonwoo to buy the car, but with each attempt, Wonwoo kept rejecting him.
That is, until Jeonghan saw you peering out of the garage opening.
âIs she your girlfriend?â he asked in a teasing tone, nudging Wonwoo jokingly before waving in your direction. âYou might as well buy this off of me so you can show it off to herâbut also get Boss off my back.â
Who the hell is this Boss theyâre talking about?
But before your thoughts could go on any further, Wonwoo was shoving Jeonghan away with a head nod in annoyance. âOK, OK, fine fine Iâll buy it off of you, maybe you can get off my back.â
Little did you know, he only really agreed to buy the car because of you.
Not in the way Jeonghan had suggested but rather for you to buy off of him because he had reached the point where he felt like the Toyota wasnât sustainable enough anymore. âYouâre gonna end up spending more on this car than if you just bought this car off of me,â he warned. âPlus, youâd be doing me a favor âcause the longer this stays on this lot undriven, itâs gonna fucking mess with the battery and engine.â
So, you finally agreed after some more convincing. He suggested you to get new tires, mostly because they were low-profile tires (and, you quote âEven though itâs gonna look funny, at least you wonât get a flat tire every time you a hit a pothole.â)
Which brings you hereâstanding in front of Wonwooâs new hire.Â
âYes, Iâm sure.â
âThese tires arenât what is specâd when you buy âem off the dealership lot,â he says, watching you warily. âIâun know about selling you these. I mean, they already installed them and all, but⊠Iâunno how it went through.â
âItâs fine,â you clarify again, resting your arm on the counter. Slightly frustrated, you close your eyes momentarily before taking in a deep breath. Youâve been at this for ten minutes now and he still keeps coming back with the same responses. The tires are on the car now! âLet me pay for it. I got exactly what I requestedâlet me be the one to face the consequences if it gets fucked up.â
âI get that,â the new hire doesnât let up. âBut if my boss finds out that I went against my judgment and something does happen, then thatâs my fault.â
âYour boss was the one who recommended this to me in the first place!â you exclaim, but he stays stoic. âListen, I just want my car, go home, andââ
âJonathan, whatâs going on here?â Wonwoo comes out from the back; in his navy overalls with his name tag that reads WONWOO in blue stitching to match, heâs wiping his hands off on a used rag with oil and dirt stains all over. He looks over at you with furrowed brows in confusion, tossing the material over his shoulder. Heâs⊠kinda cute like this. âI thought you said you gotta go.â
âI did,â you emphasize, eyes darting lasers at the new hire. âSomething came up.â
Wonwoo pats the new hire to move over and he takes over the computer.Â
Then, thatâs when it happens.
âWhatâs wrong, love? Let me clear this up so you can get going. Canât have you miss your client presentation, can we?â
All the anger dissipates immediately.Â
The storm above your head clears, and your gaze is glued onto Wonwoo.
Did⊠did he just call you âlove?â
And why did you like it so much?
âI-I-um,â heâs got you stuttering over your own fucking words. Shaking your head from the thoughts, you regain yourself again. âJonathan said the tires I wanted installed werenât the styles you get at the dealership. He said he didnât trust it.â
In the midst of it all, Wonwoo reaches for a lollipop from the candy bowl, unravels it and pops it in his mouth. The stick hangs out from the corner of his lips, sucking and shifting as it makes clacking sounds against his teeth. âOh, alright,â he begins, turning to look at Jonathan. âIs that so?â
Jonathan gulps with a slow nod.
âGood job, kid,â Wonwoo grins, turning back to the computer. âI want you to be honest if you donât think something is recommended or preferred. But for this situation, I made the call so weâll just let this one slide, yeah?â
The new hireâs face heats up.Â
And somehow from the exchange, he makes your heart tighten too.
âAlright, pretty,â Wonwoo hands your keys over to you. âYour car is out front. Let me know how it goes, yeah?â
You tilt your head. âButâI didnât even pay yet.â
âOn me,â heâs got that slick smirk on his face again. âI just want you to be safe.â
âYouâre gonna go bankrupt if you keep having to pay for me. Let me payââ
âFor you, Iâll go bankrupt. Now, head off to your presentation and give me a call after.â
Uneasy, you check the analog clock over their heads that ticks obnoxiously loud. Itâs so close to 10, and your presentation starts at 12, a solid 1.5 hours away. If you head out now, youâll still make it.
âFine, fine, only âcause if I stick around any longer, Iâm gonna be late,â you narrow your eyes at Wonwoo. âIâll be back.â
âI hope so,â Wonwoo counters, hands in the pockets of his overalls. He knows how flirtatious he is, he does it on purpose but you brush him off to prioritize getting to your meeting on time.
And faintly in the back as you push the front doors of the auto shop, you hear the new hire ask Wonwoo if you were his girlfriend.
Oddly enough, you⊠sort of wish you were.
âCan I show you how cars are more than just a means of transportation? Or just a fast toy you can play with on a racetrack?â
He looks so sweet when he asks; the fronts of his brows curl up in question, in hopes that youâd agree to his proposition.Â
âMm,â you hum, fiddling with the pen in your hand. Itâs mostly teasing when you hesitate, only because an eager, anxious Wonwoo is adorable. He wants to show you his perspective of things, how he portrays beauty, and the excitement that rushes through his veins when he convinces you to give him a chance to share is wholesome. âSure. Where are you taking me?â
When Seokmin introduces you to cars, theyâre fast and flashy. The need for speed is a priority and so is how exorbitant they are. Whenever youâd ask, the value he discloses had an obligatory minimum of six zeros behind the first digit. âTheyâre sexy,â he describes them, their aesthetics and price a main concern. âWho wouldnât want a car that drives like the ones on the track?â
Although when itâs Wonwoo, the discernible way he illustrates his cars verbally is different. He doesnât brag about the acceleration or shares the name of the brandsâhe talks about the drive, how he loves how the wind blows through his hair and it hits his fingers when his arm hangs out the car. Cold starts in the winter, thereâs something familiar about the loud roar of the engine; it brings him back to the old days where his dad would toss him the keys to warm up the car when it snows. A silver 1993 Ford F-250 with an open truck bed for him to hop in on summer days, sleepovers on cooler nights, and a place to sit underneath the stars to draw out his dreams that once felt unattainable. He romanticizes moments with cars while Seokmin showcases adoration for the vehicle itself.Â
âMy favorite thing about old cars,â he begins, unlocking the doors to a champagne beige 2003 Honda Accord before slipping into the driverâs seat. âIs the wind-up windows. They donât make those anymore, and this car unfortunately doesnât have one, but I love them.â
âWhat do you love so much about it?â You ask, following in suit in the passenger seat. âItâs so inconvenient. Youâd pull up at the last second at the drive thru, try rolling down your windows while the worker asks for your order but youâve barely made it halfway down.â
âBecause the lack of tech makes time slow.â
Wonwoo makes this point detectable when heâs going through a drive thru, and you could hear the workers snicker through the speaker. He takes longer than usually anyone would these days just to get the window down, but the expression on his face shows enjoyment instead of frustration.
Then with a turn of his head, your heart nearly stops at the sight of his charming smile and sweet voice. âWhat do you wanna eat?â
Thereâs something so familiar about sitting in the parking lot of a burger joint; food sitting on the dashboard, windows down and the sun roof pushed open, the sun sets in the horizon in blends of different hues or oranges, pinks, yellows, and blues. The colors remind you of an old summer love, one thatâs so in-the-moment, you get lost in someone else even if itâs for the season and youâd have to part ways after August. The shared ice cream cones, hands linked on the boardwalk by the beach, and never forget the romantic Pier rides and attractions, where youâd hold their arm in fear and theyâd squeeze you for reassurance.
Wonwoo makes you feel⊠homey.
âI know weâre not dating, but this is my favorite kind of date,â he admits cheekily, warmth rushing to his cheeks. âNo crazy distractions. No drama. Just⊠me and you. And of course, the High School Musical 2 soundtrack,â Wonwoo smacks the player a couple times. Itâs been stuck in there since the last owner. âI donât have the heart to actually uninstall this because this CD is a banger.â
You snort. âIs this your favorite?â
âMm, only âcause itâs the origin of Fabulous. Otherwise, if weâre talking about the whole soundtrack, Iâd say HSM3 is my top.âÂ
Wonwoo makes you laughâgenuinely laugh. He says whatâs in his heart and in his mind, regardless of how heâs depicted. Truthfully, itâs been a while since you felt as light as this and you wonder if this is how people come out of meditation like.
Cars used to be just a means of transportation to get from point A to point B to you. Either that, or an ostentatious hunk of metal that Seokmin loves to flaunt.
Wonwoo⊠gives you the perspective of cars in a different light these days.
Another day, another car.
This time, itâs a white 2009 Volkswagen Beetle.
When Wonwoo lets you sit in the driverâs seat, the smoothness of the leather underneath your fingertips is a reminder of what he says about cars. Itâs the experience, the feelings that you get during those fleeting moments in your life and how they're so easily forgotten with the daily work grind taking up most of your thoughts.Â
With an early 2010s Spotify playlist blasting through the speakers, the vibration brings you back to a different place. Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men on a CD was in the background, your irises melted into a boyâs who sat in the front seat of his car, palms cupping your jaw as he leaned in, nose bumping into yours amateurly. Your hands were sweaty, breath stolen from your lungs because of all the nerves, and keeping your gaze locked with his was harder than it seemed. He was your first loveânow your first kiss.Â
The fog of your childhood memories dissipates; that boy you fell for in high school with his long dark skater hair and cheeky braces smile is replaced with the view of a boy from today. Eyes that curl into the shape of moon crescents, voice sweeter and thicker than honey, he goes, âhow do you feel?â
Happy.
Nostalgic.
You sort of want to kiss him.
Thereâs this sudden shift in the air when Wonwoo is around; the weight on your shoulders abruptly lifts, allowing you to stretch and move freely. You never once noticed how prettily the sun peers through the sheer white curtains of your apartment on those Saturday mornings where you get to sleep in for a couple more hours after slamming the snooze button once more. His presence at your front door, a bag of groceries in hand as he offered to cook breakfastâeverything about him gives you a new outlook on life.
As he sits beside you, in a car that Seokmin would never let you behind the wheel of, Wonwoo watches you eagerly with no hint of fear that youâd hurt the most valuable thing to him⊠you want to kiss him.
âCan IâŠâ you hesitate, but heâs patient nonetheless.Â
Wonwoo furrows his brows. âWhatâs wrong?â
âCan I kiss you?â
He blinks blankly. âYou⊠You wanna kiss me?â
Quickly, reality sinks in. Whatâs wrong with you? Why would you ask him that, especially sitting in the driverâs seat of his car like that flag girl wouldâve wanted, asking him to make out with you like some horny teenager?
Before you could apologize, Wonwoo places his hand underneath your jaw gently, pulling you in close. âI thought youâd never ask,â he whispers against your skin, eyes hooded as he leans in more.Â
His lips are soft, pillowy, and theyâre minty from the Altoids he had earlier; his touches are delicate, gingerly moving down toward your neck to bring you in, head tilting to the side to avoid bumping noses. Wonwoo even smells good. Being this close gave you a whiff of his cologne; notes of peach, blood orange, subtle hints of rum and patchouli leaves, you think itâs the Witchâs brew for a love potion, falling victim under his spell.
Drawing back just barely, your bated breaths ghosts over each otherâs faces. Forehead pressed against yours, his hand reaches to push back a couple strands of your hair behind your ear.Â
âI know what you think this means,â Wonwoo says softly, almost like heâs sharing a secret but the words that spill are nothing but obvious to everyone. âBut I donât want you to feel like you have to jump all in this with me. If you decide after this that you donât want to be with me, Iâm okay with that too. Just⊠take your time, okay? Weâll go at your own pace.â
But Iâm scared, is what you want to admit but it never comes out. The silence fills the air, the whooshing of cars driving over the wet asphalt being the only noise, itâs strangely soothing despite the current event. Wonwoo makes your heart stutter, and itâs been a long time since youâve felt this nervous around someone. Not even Seokmin.
He pecks your lips cautiously, thumb rubbing against the softness of your cheeks. âI want you to resolve your relationship with Dokyeom.â
Thatâs when you retreat.
âWhat?â you furrow your brows frustratedly. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Wonwoo sighs, leaning back in his seat before pushing his hair back. âWhether or not we pursue this thing between us, I think you need to figure out your situation with Kyeom.â
âI just asked to kiss you,â you retort. âThatâs a clear indication that I like you. Why did you have to bring Seokmin into this?â
âBecause I donât just like you, I love you.â
You freeze.
This drive was supposed to be just a mini tripâa time to get away from the city, enjoy the fresh breeze by the shore, and try out driving his Volkswagen for the first time. The stickiness of the air accumulates a layer on your skin, tacky and sweaty, oftentimes causing discomfort but nothing about now feels uncomfortable.
Did⊠Did Wonwoo just tell you that he loves you?
Maybe itâs an oversight, you think, because he spills it so naturally. Sometimes people accidentally say things outside of what they mean in the spur of a moment, especially this moment, because you found yourself asking him for a kiss just seconds before.Â
âI mean it,â he adds. When he turns to look at you, his irises are like pools of warm hot chocolate, bringing the same satisfaction as holding a cup of it by a lit fireplace on a cool day. âI love you. And I know youâre barely just figuring things out, but I think for you to fully move on, you gotta talk to Kyeom.â
âThis is sudden,â you pause, fiddling with your fingers. âWhy are you saying this now? I barely confessed, we even kissed, andââ
âWhy couldnât you tell me you liked me?â
You blink. âHuh?â
âWhy,â he reiterates, gaze never leaving yours. âWhy couldnât you tell me how you feel? Why do you feel like⊠you have to apologize for wanting to kiss me? Even though Iâve clearly stated my feelings?â
Rolling your lips, you turn to look at the horizon.
âYouâre holding back because of Kyeom. IfâIf Iâve been overstepping boundaries, you wouldâve told me by now. That's the kind of person you are. You wouldnât lead me on, kissing me, coming by my shop, and taking all my advances if you didnât feel some type of way. But youâre holding yourself back.â
âSeokmin doesnât control my life. He doesnât need to know anything about us. He doesnât deserve that.â
Thatâs when Wonwoo reaches to hold your hand.Â
âAnd youâre right, he doesnât. But⊠youâre letting him⊠own your feelings. Own your love. Youâve been sitting here with me, and your heart is with him. Iâll take whateverâIâll give you all the kisses you ask for, Iâll take you on all these drives, you can be behind the wheel of every car I own, but I canât⊠I canât have you because youâre still with Kyeom.â
âSo⊠what now?â
âThis kiss was a reality check for me,â he discloses, tapping his feet against the mat on the floor. âNot that I want to push you away, but⊠to make things clear between us. I love you, and Iâm not gonna pressure you to date me. But if youâre gonna kiss me like this, like youâre in love with me too, I need to establish my own boundaries. Iâm your friend, but if you want anything more, I need you to fix this thing with Dokyeom.â
And somehow, it always goes back to Seokmin.
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MEMENTO MORI
'REMEMBER YOU WILL DIE'
Sub!Jacaerys Velaryon x Witch!Reader
Smut! MDNI! 18+!
Itâs finally here ya'll!!
Synopsis: Your relationship with the crown is wearing thin. You once lived in peace, being left alone by everyone, but the more King Viserys grows weak, the more hate is coming your way. You are stationed, imprisoned in the Red Keep until your execution but a certain Prince's curiosity leads him to you.
Masterlist
Reader is not described in anyway other than being afab but in my head I'm thinking Skade from TLK would suit this fic. Also Jace will look like season 2 Jace but it kinda takes place in season 1 (idk man)
being a witch was difficult. Here i am standing trial in the throne room, everyone's eyes upon me. lord otto hightower took it upon himself to take the kings place while he is bed ridden.
i have shackles around my wrists, ankles and neck, held by three different knights.
"how do you plead to the crimes of witchcraft?" otto's voice bounces off the walls in a booming manner.
"it depends lord. what type of witchcraft do you mean?" i say with a cold face, if i ever let any emotions crack through they would eat me up then and there.
otto is clearly irritated by my response, "witchcraft against the crown." , "not guilty. i have lived peacefully, detached from society.. my relationship with the crown has been as pure as a virgin.. does the king know you are doing this?âŠ"
"the king is sick so i assume the position as hand to handle the court." he snaps back, cocky and superior. his daughter, alicent, glares at me. She was a daughter of the seven so she had a right to be wary of me..
"then as hand you should know that there is a legally binding scroll saying that we are to live in harmony until the day i die. you cannot execute me. If you do, it would be you who is on trial for crimes against the crown." i reply, cocking my head slightly as i stare into his eyes.
otto basically had steam coming out of his ears, absolutely seething, "you shall be kept in the red keep. it will be up to the people if we execute you."
the guards yanked the chains that hold me, violently dragging me to the red keep. as i turn to walk, i make eye contact with a certain bastard.
i pace around the empty room, my shackles had been taken off and i had been allowed free roam in the small room.
i look out the barred window and watch people point and look up, whispering and giggling. they were going to choose to execute me, i am sure of it.
my head turns slightly to the door as the doorknob jiggles, it slowly creaks opens as the candles flicker and obscure the visitor.
a young princeling peeks his head through slowly. scared and hesitant. "speak boy."
i glare at him as he takes in a sharp breath, just staring at me. i bite the inside of my lip in anger before shouting, scaring the poor boy, "speak!"
he jumps slightly, "are-.. are you a witch?.." he mutters quickly, looking at me before darting his eyes down to the floor.
"i have done no crimes to be seen as witchcraft. i help the ill. herbs and spices. that is all⊠and I also have dreams." i say as i tilt my head, leaning my head forward and bending my body down, trying to scare him.
he eyes me weirdly, scared of what i could do, "you lie, i have heard what they say about you. you dream yes, but you also practice witchcraft."
"believe it if you want, i do not care." i slowly walk towards him, swaying my hips as my eyes are tracked on him. "are you scared of me, boy?.."
he stares at me, puffing his chest out, trying to stand his ground. "no. why would i ever be scared of you? you are no threat now."
i smirk at him, my teeth peeking through my lips, "i can be.. if i really want to be.." i take a fast step forward, shocking him. he jumps back slightly and puts his hand on a presumed, sheathed dagger.
"you are scared of me.. aww, it's a pity. i was hoping you wouldnât be." my lips pout in a mocking way, i'm a few steps from the prince.
"who are you? i know you are a princeling, you carry yourself like one." i eyes him up and down. "i am jacaerys velaryon, son of laenor velaryon and princess rhaenyra targaryen, soon to be queen. i am rider of vermax and the next in line to the throne after my mother."
"ah.. the heir.. soon you shall be king, i have dreamt it.. a good king too.." i eye him up, my gaze going from his veiny hand that grasps a concealed dagger at his hip, that could curl around my neck, to his curly mop of hair that structures his face, that i could tug on. his nose is large, big enough to ride. his lips are pouty, soft enough to kiss. he is gorgeous.
he shuffles slightly, uncomfortable from my predatory gaze. "you are prettier than any woman.. your babes shall be beautiful." i walk towards him, he backs up. We continue this until he hits the wall and i leer in front of him.
i chuckle maniacally, loving how he is clearly scared of me but is still gripping his dagger like he shall un-sheath it and strike it through my heart.
"my body shivers when you are near.." my breath hits his cheek as his big, brown eyes stare at me, like a little baby deer. "my heart is beating so fast⊠you, my prince, are making my body betray me.." a grin spreads across my face, staring at every inch of his beautiful face.
he swallows, nervous. his adam's apple bobs as the saliva glides down his throat. "my cunt is soaking with mine own arousal, your grace.." jacaerys' eyes widen, basically bulging out of his skull. he splutter out a few random letters before whimpers softly.
my face is close to his as he whimpers, my eyes close as my mouth moves open to gasp softly before grinning and laughing. gods.. he sounded fucking gorgeous.
"you're the sweetest little thing i've ever seen, prince jacaerys velaryon." the sultry tones he quite literally drips off my tongue as my face grows nearer to his.
my hand move up slowly, as to not attract his attention. i reach up and cup him through his trousers, which makes him visibly still and a sharp inhale be taken in.
"get off me.. witch." he pants out as he tries to pull back but there is no space to escape, "you say that as if it is an insultâŠ" my tongue darts out to lay flat on his cheek as he trembles slightly at the feeling.
"let me please you, my prince.." i grin against his cheek, grounding my hand down against his crotch, feeling him harden beneath my palm. jacaerys is frozen in place, not knowing what to do as he stares at me with widened eyes.
i move my nimble fingers to unlace his trousers, sneaking my hand into his breeches. his breath hitches as he turns his head slightly to look into my eyes, pools of darkness that invite him to sin.
my fingers finally brush against his soft tip as he gasps softly, his eyes fluttering shut. "stop it witch..." he grunts out as i slip my fingers around his sensitive tip, teasing him. "i do not believe you wish me to... lying is frowned upon in high society, is it not?"
jacaerys just grunts in response, it was obvious the young princeling had never felt the touch of a woman before, but he wasn't panicked by the sensation which i could only assume meant that he had indulged in his own pleasures before.
i retract my hand from his breeches, taking away all touch to his spongey tip. he tried to disguise it but i heard a soft whimper come from his lips at the loss of contact. "i think that a witch deserves one last night of pleasure before her death, don't you, jacaerys?" he pouts, yet it is unclear if he pouted at the idea or because his name slid off my tongue in the most sultry way i could, like a siren in the ocean.
when i hear no response, it aggravates me. i reach my hand up to grip at his softly ringlets, yanking them as he yelps, "i said, i think i deserve one last night of pleasure before my execution, do you believe that too?" i growl through gritted teeth next to his ear.
jacaerys hesitated before he nodded pitifully. i grin before i push him down, he seems confused before he follows my lead, kneeling infront of me.
i practically moan at the sight of him on his knees, staring up at me with those big, brown puppy eyes. he is the most gorgeous man alive.
i move my hand from his curls to grip his chin, tilting his head up, "i think we should put this mouth to good use.."
his bottom lip practically trembles in anticipation as he stares back up at me. a sly grin graces my face as my other hand moves to my tattered skirts, gripping them and moving them up.
my smooth skin gets slowly revealed to the young princeling. my calf⊠then my knee⊠and then my thighâŠ
his eyes flicker from my eyes to my thigh, his breathing growing more harsh, his chest moving up and down in a more visible way.
subconsciously, his head gravitates slowly towards my thigh, pressing his cheek to my warm skin. a small whimper comes from his lips as he nuzzles his cheek further into the inside of my thigh.
his chapped lips grazes my skin, tickling me slightly. i move my hand that was on his chin to the side of his face, stroking his cheek softly with my thumb.
his beautiful eyes are hidden from my view as his eyelids flutter shut, his long eyelashes stroking his under eye slightly.
the fingers that are gripping my skirt move to the centre of my skirts, tugging it up to my stomach, revealing my bare cunt to the prince.
when he opens his eyes, his pupils dilate, his big doe eyes returning. the sweet aroma of my slick draws him in, leaning forward and pressing his nose into my cunt, the bump of his rugged nose pressing into my clit.
the hand resting on his cheek moves to the back of his neck, my fingers fumbling with his curly baby hairs as i grin down at jacaerys on his knees.
his plush lips kiss my lips softly, my slick sticking to them making him lick his lips.
unsure of what he is doing, he just follows his guts, messily kiss and sucking my sweet slick. at one point, the ridge of his nose moves a certain way into my clit, making a soft moan slip from my lips.
quickly clocking onto it, he moved up, moving his lips to my pearl and experimentally putting his tongue on my throbbing nub.
i bite my lip, a sickening grin adorning my face as i close my eyes.
jacaerys' hands travel to his trousers, gripping his throbbing cock, grinding into his own hand.
he tries to speed up the pace of his tongue, trying to give me pleasure, basking in the taste of the forbidden gardens. he messily and hastily flicks his tongue against my clit, whining into my cunny as he humps his fist faster.
my hips move on their own accord, grinding against his face as i feel my release nearing while his own was festering in his breeches.
his eyes are squeezed shut as a broken whimper breaks through, his cock throbbing as he spills into his breeches.
not giving the fucked out prince a break, i swing my leg over his shoulder, moving my hand to the back of his head.
I quickly move my hips against his face, rocking them so my clit graces his beautiful nose as i teeter on the edge of my release.
doubling-over, the knot in my belly unravels. as my legs shake and moans spill from my lips, jacaerys hurriedly moved his mouth closer, lapping up my release with a satisfied hum.
after a small time, he continues to lap at my cunt. i have to push the eager prince away, he is easily overstimulating me without even releasing it.. so innocent..
jacaerys looks up at me, his eyes glossed over. i gather the spit in my mouth before i tug his head back, causing him to gasp softly and his lips to part.
I hurriedly spit into his mouth, it catches on his bottom lip, dripping down as his instinctively swallows and licks his lips.
my knees bend, moving to sit atop his lap. my knees caged him in, on either side of his thighs. jacaerys himself is still kneeling on the ground, the hard and cold stone floor digging into his kneecaps.
big brown eyes bore into mine as he stares at me with a lovesick gaze. his hands move to the tops of my thighs, barely grazing them, unsure if he should touch me or not.
my patience had ran out, fingers moving in between us and unlacing his trousers and breeches, his swollen cock being released and slapping his leather covered abdomen.
he whimpers at the feeling of his tip grazing the coolness of the leather. precum dribbles down from his tip, his cock twitching from the cold air and anticipation.
my hand hastily grabs his length, moving my hips up to hover over him and sinking down. i had laid with many men during my time, so the usual uncomfortableness for many women is barely present.
but jacaerys had never had the touch of a women, he'd never been inside a cunt before.
having only came a few moment before, jacaerys cries into my shoulder, moving his head to look up at me. his eyes brows are furrowed, lips parted and downturned and the look in his eyes is pitiful.
but i wasn't here to care about the sensitivity of the prince, no⊠i'm taking the virginity of the future king.. i will haunt him until the day he dies⊠he will want no other woman other than me.
i quickly move my hips, dragging them up and down his cock slowly, spreading my slick along his length. he whines into the air pathetically, his eyes clenching shut as he bites his lip hard.
his hands move from grazing my thighs to be splayed across my lower back, his short nails digging into my skin.
warm walls clench around his length as he presses his face into my covered breasts, letting every noise spill from his lips and being muffled by the fabric.
my head leans backwards, my hair dangles in the air as i moan and gasp.
my arms rest on his shoulders, my hands gripping his hair, digging into his scalp.
my hips move faster as i feel him throb inside me, his noises growing louder and louder.
biting my lip as i smile, enjoying the feeling of fucking the innocent young prince. who knew the next king would be so submissive for a witch?..
as he grows nearer his release, his hands press me forward, keeping me close to him as his teeth sinks into the fabric covering my chest, biting hard on my breast.
his blunt nails rake up and down my back as i basically hump him. but as the knot in his belly slowly comes undone, he moves his arms up, hooking them under my armpits and his nails dig into my shoulder.
with a pathetic cry he spills inside me, twitching and throbbing as he paints my walls white with his seed.
my eyes roll into the back of my head, clenching around him as my release comes crashing down without a warning, making the overstimulated jacaerys whimper and cry, tears rolling down his freckled cheek.
after a little while of sitting like that, i lift myself off of him, earning a whine off him.
his seed drips out of me and he pants, his head very slowly looking up before quickly moving to the side as my hand quickly strikes his cheek, the sting of the slap covering his whole cheek.
"i will plague your mind as you seek pleasure in other women⊠i will plague your mind as you fuck your future wife with your seed⊠i will plague your mind as you make every decision for the seven kingdoms⊠you will never forget me princelingâŠ" i whisper into his ear.
"memento mori.." i kiss the shell of his ear softly before dissipating away.
the king wakes up in his bed, his wife, Baela, sleeping next to him peacefully, her swollen belly is visible underneath the furs and blankets. the witch was right.. she would always haunt him.
tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @benjinotes @ericasabe
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prompt idea: Whumpee with daddy issues accidentally calling Whumper âDadâ which leads Whumper to mock them for it.
okay so this one was hard to write but here it is
cw: implied parental abuse, implied abuse of a minor, beating with a belt, manhandling, kidnapping, implied torture and some actual torture, implied forced captivity, begging, creepy/intimate whumper, failed escape attempt
The basement door swung open and a swath of light fell down the stairs.
Whumpee threw their arms up to shield their face, curling up against the wall, desperate for any semblance of protection.
Whumper's footsteps dragged down the concrete steps and stopped a few feet away from the pile of limbs and bruises that made up Whumpee.
Whumpee trembled. The cold seeped through the wall and from the floor, pulsing against their skin. Their comfortable clothes had been taken and traded for thin basketball shorts and a shirt that belonged to Whumper, and it did little to keep out the cold. They glanced through the gap in their arms at Whumper.
Whumper stood above them, arms folded, dark hair pulled back in a low-swinging braid. They frowned, their mouth cinched in a downward expression.
Whumpee recognized this look. They were far too familiar with it. A deep pit opened inside them, a threatening hole that gaped in wrenching fear.
Oh fuck.
"I'm-- I'm sorry," Whumpee started to apologize, their teeth chattering.
Whumper lifted a hand, silencing them. "Shut. Up."
Whumpee ducked their head, swallowing hard.
"You thought you could escape? Really, Whumpee? I knew you were stupid, I just didn't think you would fuck up this badly." Whumper was calm, their voice measured as if they were talking to a child. If anything they sounded disappointed.
Whumpee's hands spasmed, head suddenly spinning.
And Whumper went on, "Are you unhappy here? Is that what this is? Do you think you have it badly? I have been nothing but kind to you."
Whumpee stiffened, something flashing in their eyes. "You-- you kidnapped me! You took my clothes, you sick fuck--" Their hands flew to the metal collar around their throat and yanked on it. "What the hell-- you chained me in your basement-"
Before they could get any further, Whumper slapped them across the face. The blow left them dazed, ears ringing. Whumper grabbed their chin, forcing Whumpee to look at them. They crouched next to them to hiss, "So you do think this is bad. Ungrateful, tsk." Whumper's grip relented, only to stroke Whumpee's smarting cheek with calloused fingers.
Whumpee's skin crawled under Whumper's touch.
Still, in that soft voice, they whispered, "I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson, won't I?" Their breath was hot against Whumpee's face. "And you're going to thank me for it."
Whumpee flinched back. "No, no, no! I'm sorry, I am!"
Whumper straightened, "Yes, you will be."
A wave of nausea enveloped Whumpee, induced by spur-of-the-moment terror. They fell onto their hands and knees, shaking. Half-formed words fell out of their mouth and onto that cold concrete. "Please--"
They heard the soft clink of Whumper undoing their belt and dry-heaved, a gut reaction they had no control over. They begged, half-senseless and desperate. "Please, please, nonono-- don't-- please no--"
Whumper wrapped the soft part of the belt around their hand and snapped the buckle over Whumpee's shoulders.
"Sorry! I said sorry--"
The belt buckle cracked against their hand and they yelped, collapsing in on themself. One of their nails had been ripped loose from its bed and dangled, barely attached. Whumpee sobbed, holding it tight even as blood squeezed its way out of their hand.
Whumpee looked up at Whumper through tear-stained vision, distorted and fractured into a hundred pieces. "Please," they begged, voice cracking, "Dad, please--I'm sorry--"
Whumper exhaled a breathless laugh, pausing with their arm still in mid-air. "What?"
Whumpee shrank back.
Oh fuck.
"Aw, does this hit a little too close to home, Whumpee?"
Whumpee looked away, flushing a brilliant red. Not ashamed, not ashamed, not ashamed--
Another thwack of the belt against skin.
Whumpee bit back a scream, squeezing their eyes shut. They clenched their jaw until they tasted iron blood pooling in their mouth.
"I asked you a question."
The belt flicked through the air.
Another flinch.
"Yes," Whumpee spat out. "Yes! Happy now?" Silent tears still blurred their vision.
Whumper smiled slowly. "Very much." They wiped off the belt and put it back on with slow, exaggerated movements. They bent over Whumpee, who trembled at their touch. Whumper yanked their head up by their hair, throat exposed and vulnerable.
With their free hand, Whumper spun a small knife. They traced its tip down Whumpee's jugular, watching how their Adam's apple bobbed in apprehension.
Silver blade tickled Whumpee's throat.
Whumpee inhaled shallowly, eyes locked on the ceiling, even as Whumper smiled down at them in their canine-sharp way.
"No more escape attempts, alright?"
Whumpee swallowed, something dying inside them. The light drained from their eyes. Empty blue, aching with dilated pupils. "Yes."
"What do you say?" Whumper prodded, the blade moving in small circles up and down Whumpee's throat.
"Thank...thank you," Whumpee whispered.
#cw implied parental abuse#cw implied abuse of a minor#beating with a belt#manhandling#kidnapping#implied torture and some actual torture#implied forced captivity#begging#creepy whumper#intimate whumper#thanks for the ask <2#whump#whump writing#whumpblr#whump community#whump scenario#whump drabble#whump scene#captivity#kidnapping whump#troy talks#answered asks#whump tropes#no edits we die like men
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Sit Down:
steddie x reader | my blog is 18+
"Sit.Down," he practically growls before soft lips brush along your temple.
"I can't! This is ridiculous!"
Eddieâs dirty sneakers continue to pace over the worn carpet of the lobby. His thumb between his teeth as he glances at the double doors for the hundredth time in less than a minute.
Steve adjusts his arm around your shoulders when you shiver, his other arm wrapped tight around your lower back pulls you closer against his chest.
"I mean, we've been here a fucking hour! And nobody else is in this waiting room and she's clearly sick-"
"Ed..." Your voice is hoarse, muffled against Steve's chest.
Your eyes are squeezed shut tight against the harsh flourescents so you don't see the way your pitiful voice makes Steve's eyes harden in their gaze at Eddie, or the way his jaw tenses when he risks a glance at the doors himself. The only way you know it makes Eddie stop is the jangle of his chain and the sound of his feet dragging halting. Not seeing how broken his face looks when he takes in your crumpled body against the other boy.
"Sorry. I'm just...I hate doctors. I mean I don't hate them, they're cool, they have the drugs you need, but I feel helpless and scared and you look so sick babe."
"Not. Helping." Steve grits out to Eddie in another warning, his arms tightening around you protectively.
They glare at each other until the doors open and your name is called.
You pathetically remove yourself from Steve and start to follow the nurse, wheezing out what brought you in today until you realize the two boys are trying to follow and you turn, hands practically smacking their chests if you had the power behind your weak limbs.
"Stay out here," you plead, nodding towards the chairs.
As the door starts to swing closed behind you, Eddie nods, like the sight of you going through the doors is finally enough to ease his nerves, but Steve's mouth is parted in a protest you don't get a chance to hear.
When you finally come back out to the lobby, Eddie sits in the chair you once were in. His chin propped in his palm, bored in his stare and command of, "Sit down, Harrington."
Steve's hands push through his hair repeatedly, voice grumbling something you can't quite make out as he paces back and worth.
They both turn at the sound of your cough, immediately overwhelming you with questions about prescriptions and food you might want, lips to temples and cheeks as they start to get you bundled back up in your coat and hat and gloves.
A/N: I've been having quite a tough time in various ways, including writing and being on Tumblr lately. @carolmunson had asked how the boys would act with you at an urgent care a bit ago, I posted this, and then almost immediately deleted. I'm re-posting now, trying to feel better about posting things on here again. Thanks for asking for this Carol, and can't wait to participate in The Boy Is Mine too. đ
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My mind has just been swimming latly so I'm just gonna plop this here.
Enjoy this lil short for My Fluffy SCP (weather I make a more flushed out story I do not kn. )
In all honesty, you saw this coming. The orange jumpsuit, the cuffs on your wrists and feet so you couldnât run. The soldiers holding their guns at the ready in case you tried to even consider escaping. All because of a few photos. But again, you new this would happen.
You signed the agreement when you were first introduced to this place after all. And in bright bold letters it told you the consequences of braking any of the rules. I mean this place was practically area 51. Housing creatures and objects they labeled as SCP's, with each having their own designated number.
You were down on your luck. Homeless, no family or friends. So when a stranger walked up to you offering a job with housing, food and pay how could you say no. Yes, it was sketchy as all fuck, but a warm hearty meal in the dead of winter was a tough bargain to beat. And all you were hired to do was clean.
Sure, you through up the first few times when you saw the bloody animal and human remains. But by the time of your 7th clean up of an enclosure. Your stomach was practically iron. It was also quite the cushy job since no one else seemed to want to do it. So you rarely had to deal with anyone bothering you as long as you got the place cleaned up in a timely manner, and didnât leave anything behind.
But then you just had to screw it all up. All because your stupidity got the better of you. Taking pictures of some of the bizarre SCPâs such as SCP-999 or SCP-1762. Then posting them online. You figured it was as harmless as the SCPâs themselves, thinking most people would think their photo shopped or just plain origami dragons suspended by strings. And that was the case, till you posted one picture of a SCP that you rarely got to see. SCP-049, the plague doctor.
That day after you posted it, members of the guards stormed your room and you were dragged out in a matter of seconds.
Now here you sit on a cushioned table in your jumpsuit and chains as a woman in a lab coat takes your vitals. Both you and her acted calmly as if this was nothing more then a Drâs visit but you knew that wasnât the case.
That day when you were dragged from your room you were designated as a D-class personnel. Nothing more then food for the SCP's to eat and to be cleaned off the walls and floors. You almost felt more jealous then afraid for the new person who now gets to clean you off the enclosures.
If you were to be honest with yourself, youâd say you might have been in a state of shock as you lifted your arms and took deep breaths as the woman directed you. You guess the reality that you were about to die hasnât fully kicked in yet. So when you were finally escorted from the room to the elevator, and still had a mind of clarity. You spoke up.
âWill it be quick?â
The woman looked at you, then at the clipboard sheâd been carrying. You only catch a small shift on her face that you couldnât decipher before she returned to facing forward as the elevator descended to the Keter-class levels.
You all step off and pass containment after containment, even passing under inactive tesla gates. You start to count each section you pass by, wondering which lucky abomination will be picking you from their teeth. Finally the woman who was at the lead comes to a stop at a door.
Seeing her using her level 4 access card, you suddenly get a short lived feeling of excitement. You had only ever cleaned areas that personal with level 3 access could allow you into. As frightening as most of the creature that are in here you couldnât help but be completely enamored by its existence. The things that are here that shouldnât even exist.
That honestly probably what drove you to take photos of them and share them. To show the world that these dangerous yet incredible things exist.
You roughly get pushed by one of the guards knocking you out of your stupor as you were gawking at the womanâs level 4 pass.
Right, youâre here to be food. Not to sight see.
Your pushed into a room adjacent to an observation room. The only thing separating the 2 being a thick glass wall. Inside you can see others in lab coats, looking through the observation window into the enclosure or typing away at a computer. Another thing you notice is a white board with, not 1. But 2 SCP numbers. And underneath each you see names, of whom you believe are the scientists with in the room.
Youâve seen this before. Usually to keep track of whoâs using the SCP or whoâs currently authorized to use it. Or maybe itâs to-
âSo which one is your money on?â
You glance to the guards.
âI donât know. I lost too much on my last bet.â
Ah. Their bets to see which SCP get to eat youâŠwait.. â2..SCP's?â You state out loud to yourself. The reality of your situation finally decides to hit you like a ton of bricks. So much so that you miss the glare the woman gives the guards and how your quickly ushered into the air lock.
The door closes behind you with a single guard and the woman. As the air lock hisses with sanitization, you try to think of what 2 SCPs that you know of with in the facility. That could possibly be in the same enclosure and not rip each other apart. You start considering itâs the 2 strange SCPs 053 and 682 when you suddenly feel someone breathe into your ear.
âTo answer your question from earlier.â
Her feminine voice leaves a chill down your spine as the woman leans into your ear from behind you.
âthey like to play with their food.â
You feel all the color from your face drain as the doors to the enclosure open and you are shoved in.
âhehe.. bye.â
You stagger on your feet and turn around only to catch a glimpse of the womanâs green eyes and dark smile before the doors close.
Standing there, frozen to the ground. The fear and reality of whatâs bound to happen next solidifies in your mind. Your going to die in the next few minutes, and if the SCP's truly do play with their food. Your going to die in the worst way.
You stare at the door willing it to open again and let you out. For this to be nothing but a nightmare. But the feel of eyes on your back and a hot breath down your neck lets you know thatâs not going to happen as a shudder goes down your spine.
A gravelly chuckle coming directly behind you that soon erupts into a husky laugh as it sees you tremble. But it wasnât a dark laugh of someone about to kill you. No somehow it sounded just like those irritating laughs you used to get from jack assâs who would give you rotten food when you were hungry. Or would steal from you at knife point.
That irritating kind of laugh that made your blood boil from its once icy cold. You knew this wasnât some punk about to rob you however. It was a horrid creature that would most likely rip you limb from limb. But that laugh. It was enough to solidify your next decision. That you would punch this SCP at least once before it could tare you apart.
So whipping around with your eyes closed and your still cuffed hands held together. You swing at the creature with all your might, only to be met with what felt like silky fur. The chuckling had stopped for only a moment before starting up again with vigor.
You open your eyes, and your fire flickered out.
Before you stood a tall creature standing on its hind legs. It was lanky with a broad chest and long limbs. Itâs, what your assume is slick fur, is a stunning mix of milky white and midnight blue with a fluff or plumage around its waist, and neck. It possessed a wicked set of claws and razor-sharp teeth to match. Teeth that it eagerly displayed in a wide grin that made its red eyes crease. On it head it had a long tendril that seemed to twitch and sway on its own, with a little bulb at the end.
Despite it hunching over, it still towered over you by several feet. It continued its chuckling as it grabs your cuffed hands and pulls them away from where you hit it. Clearly you didnât phase it as it drops its face closer to your. Itâs grin splitting wider.
Anyone else in the right mind in this situation would of pissed their pants already. And you definitely know you did once you saw how tall this mother fucker was. But then you noticed something that caught your eye. Itâs face. It was circular like a disk with it being half milky white and half midnight blue. Yet the more you stare at it, the more you couldnât help realize that it looked like-
âthe moon?â
It freezes in the middle of opening its jaw and raising a claw to your face. Itâs eyes were blown wide open, and after a few moments it sneers at you. It lowers its hands then proceeds to.. sniff you?
It makes an audible âbleck" sound while sticking out an inky black tongue before pulling away from you. It begins to pace back and forth in front of you on all 4s, yet still it stood over you even now that it was lower to the ground. It continues to glower at you while making a variety of gravelly sounds and chirps as if it was a chattering frustrated cat that couldnât catch a bird.
As you watch it, confused by its sudden change of demeanor, you hear another set of chatter. But a much higher pitch. The additional chatter wasnât as startling as the blue creature perking its head then turning it 180° around to face behind it. Was this thing part owl or something?
A conversation of chirps and chatter gos back and forth between the blue creature and another until you could finally see the owner of the higher pitched voice. A creature, similar to the blue ones build, comes prancing over. Standing tall on its rear legs. The only difference being its gold & cream colors, bright white eyes, and rather then one tendril. It has 7 that crowned around its head.
It chatters happily to the blue one, who you catch rolling its eyes, before coming up to you and crouching down. Itâs smile widens at you and just like the other, it bears razor sharp teeth. But your then suddenly taken off guard when you notice it has a gap in between its front teeth. Of which pulls an uncalled for snort from you. This makes the gold creature rear back a bit surprised, before smiling wider and filling your ears with a variety of happy clicks and chirps.
It's glee was contagious as you couldnât help but smile and chuckle at its this deadly creatures silly display as it shakes its head this way and that at you. But your mirth is quickly cut short, when it grabs you by your head. Its large hand that could easily crush your skull, firmly holds either side of your face. Your eyes widening as you become hype aware of its blade like claws inching unnervingly close to your throat.
âthey like to play with their food.â
The womanâs voice vibrates in your head as a reminder that these creatures will kill and eat you at some point. This was most likely one of their games.
Your sudden silence must of caught the golden creatures attention, it flicks its head to the side a complete 90°. It chirps at you and you notice that the tendrils on its head start to sway and flicks like flames. Now that you thought about it. Itâs face look a lot like a kids drawing of-
âThe sun.â
Just like the blue one it freezes suddenly. Eyes wide and tendrils still. Not only it, but even the blue one looks at you with wide eyes. The gold one slowly releases your head before starting to, what looks like, vibrate. It smiles wide before turning to the blue one and starts chirping and trilling in what you could only assume was excitement. As it does its face drifts closer And closer to the blue one till finally it puts its palm to the golden ones face and shoves its away.
The golden one give a yelp as it falls backwards from the push and the blue one stalks forward with an eerie smile. Itâs your turn to freeze as it get up close and personal to the point you could see the swirl above its right eye. It opens its jaw which just keeps going. Wider and wider like an angular fish till it could easily fit your head and it looks that itâs going to do just that as you start to tremble.
You just barely see the barbs in the back of its throat as itâs open jaw practically engulfs your entire head. You even feel the tips of its lower jaw prick underneath your chin and smell the iron on its breath. Its going to bite your head off.
You feel every drop of blood grow cold in your veins as you look into the mouth of your demise. You knew it was an inevitable yet you cant help but tremble and whimper as this thing fits your entire head into its mouth. You close your eyes. Maybe it will b quick. .
Snap!
The crack of its jaw vibrates through out the enclosure. Yet you didnât feel a thing, Was it really that quick.
You peak an eye open then both, blown wide as you get an eye full of its sharp grinning teeth. Shut tight like a bear trap, not even an inch from your face. You crumble to your knees with a shudder as the sharp filling of fear trickles out of your body.
âThey like to play with their food.â
Your reminded yet again of the sick womanâs words as you watch the blue creature fall onto its back and laughs. It laughs so hard it holds its stomach and kicks its feet. It only stops when it receives a sharp snap to the back of its head by the tail of the gold one.
You watch in frightened shock as the gold ones tail, of which you first thought was a ribbon, wraps back around its waist before coming up to you. Where it proceeds to pick you up from the back of your jump suit. Scuffing you much like a mother cat does a kitten, and with the spiking trickle of adrenaline leaving your body, you were practically limp like one.
It lifts to its full height where you see your feet dangle several feet off the floor. Then starts to take you further into their enclosure. But not before giving a growl towards the blue one that make a snap at your limp hand. Which causes you to recoil in on yourself hard. Tucking your feet and hands as close to your chest as you could.
Closing your eyes you hear the exchange of growls and chatter between the 2 before you feel yourself being moved again. Your dangle from the golden ones mouth for only a few seconds till you feel yourself being plopped onto something soft. As you dear to open your eyes, you find yourself sitting in a nest made of various twigs, feathers, fabrics, and fluff. The golden creature then wraps itself around you in a secure position of which you couldnât escape. Not without climbing over it that is. As it settles, you chance glancing around but you donât see much other then the creatures body & the white ceiling of its enclosure.
That is till you see a dark tendril with a bulb at its end sway into your vision. You shutter before looking up and seeing the blue creature looking down at you. You swallow. It gives a sharp look but quickly schools its mischievous grin when you hear a chirp from the golden creature. The blue one rolls its eyes before lifting a clawed hand to you face.
Instinctively, you back away from it as it grows closer to your face. But you soon become pinned against the golden creatures body as the blue one encroaches more into your space. Once again you shut your eyes fearing it's claws carving into your soft skin. Only to feel your nose get pushed against your face. You open your eyes as the creature chuckles while it boops your nose.
You give it an incredulous look as it slowly slips away. Chuckling and trilling as it fades into the shadow of the golden creature.
After a few minutes you start to hear soft snoring. You hesitantly look at the lax face of the golden creature, then at the rise and fall of its shadow from the blue creature. Your just able to sit up enough to see the one way window to the observation room. Slowly, you try and test if you can get up and over the long body of the creature. But as you lay your hand on its side to hoist yourself up. You feel it shift and yourself being yoinked back.
You fall back against the creature, wincing till you look up to see the golden creature looking down at you. Itâs sleepy eyes studying you till it gives a big yawn, showing off its teeth. As it does its tail unwrap from around its waist and around your. It settles back down with you firmly against it.
It begins to softly snore again as it falls back to sleep with you trapped in its tails hold. Despite it actually settling you in a comfortable position. Your mind continues to spiral with the constant reminder that these creatures play with there food. Which made them that much more unpredictable they act nice and playful now but soon enough they will get hungry and you will be on the menu.
You feel yourself taking shallow panicked breaths but you cover your mouth not wanting to wake the golden creature again. However, as your silent panic grows, you donât take notice of the red eyes staring at you.
As you try to control your breathing, you start to hear a gentle humming in your ear. You snap to attention and look around for the source but as you do you cant help your eyes feeling heavy. The soft humming continues and you feel your entire body grow heavy like lead as you slump against the gold creature. Eventually you lose the fight and the beckoning to rest consumes you.
The last thing you see being the blood red eyes of the blue creature as you fall into unconsciousness.
#dca#fnaf#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf short story#dca short story#scp short story#My Fluffy SCP au
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