#and it took me between getting off my bed and turning on the air con to go 'wait no this is dream nonsense'

[nordic-language-love]

love waking up from a dream having been gifted with THE MOST PROFOUND KNOWLEDGE THAT I MUST WRITE DOWN AND SHARE WITH THE WORLD IMMEDIATELY only to properly wake up like 2 minutes later and being like "this is nonsense".

[sicbaby]

Secret Admirer

dark!gf!ethan landry x fem!reader

based on this request

Contents: 18+ smut, obsession, mentions of blood, other bodily fluids :), ghostface calls y/n, cream pie, no protection used, lil bit of non con, lil bit of breeding kink, brief knife play, ethan is a perv

You were a freshman at Blackmore this year. You had moved from your small town and straight into New York City, desperately trying to get away from the people in your hometown. You loved it here, in New York. You were roommates with Mindy Meeks-Martin, quickly becoming close with her and her group of friends. You were thankful to have such a supportive group of people in your circle. You also felt safe knowing Chad and Ethan were right across the alley, their windows facing yours.

You even had a secret admirer. You didn’t know who it was, but their gifts were super sweet and made you blush. At first, you started receiving flowers, chocolates, and sometimes there would be a cute little note attached.

Mindy was suspicious, immediately. She would tell you to discard the gifts every single time you received one. You tried to convince her at first that it was totally harmless, but she wouldn’t buy it. You told her you would start throwing them away, but you were actually keeping them and hiding them under your bed instead. You secretly loved them.

One morning you were sitting in the kitchen, right before your morning classes that day. Mindy came in from retrieving the mail, and drops an envelope in front of you. She doesn’t say anything, but gives you a disappointed look. You open it up, and it reveals a CD. the handwriting on it was neat, and it read, ��a playlist for you <3.” The handwriting was not familiar to you.

“Aww, this is so cute…” you mumbled, staring at the CD with awe.

“Cute?” Mindy asks. “That’s a whole CD. You know whoever sent that had to like, do manual labor to make that playlist? Old man vibes!” She jokes.

“It’s not an old man. I think this is really sweet, you know? They took the time to burn songs on a CD for me..”

Mindy just rolls her eyes at that. “Okay, well, now we gotta listen to it. What if it’s not even music? What if it’s… something bad…”

“Something bad? What do you mean?” you question her. She looks off to the side, suddenly growing nervous.

“Uhh, nothing… I don’t know. Just looking out for you. Is that a crime?” Mindy replies.

You roll your eyes this time, and get off of the stool you were sitting on and go to your CD player. You insert the disk and press play.

You and Mindy were sat on the floor of your bedroom, listening carefully. Then, a song starts playing through the room, and Mindy lets out a sigh of relief once she realizes it’s just music. However, you, on the other hand, were speechless. This was your favorite song. How could your secret admirer possibly have known that? You quickly start flipping through the different songs, a total of 12 on the disk. You were shocked, all of these songs were near and dear to your heart.

“What? What’s wrong?” Mindy asks, noticing your frozen state.

“Mindy… these songs.. these are my favorite songs!” You exclaim.

“Turn it off, y/n. We’re going to the police.” Mindy gets up, her hands in the air as of to say she was surrendering.

“The police?” You almost laugh. “Mindy, it’s ok, it’s just.. how did they know that?” A minute of silence goes between you two, and you start laughing.

“Y/n, this isn’t funny.” Mindy crosses her arms.

“Someone is fucking with me, right? This isn’t Chad, is it?” You laugh even more.

Mindy gags a bit. “Ew, god, I fucking hope not. I’d kill him and then myself.”

You laugh at Mindy, your worry slowly fading away, thinking this was just one of your friends messing with you. You were unsure about Mindy’s actions, however. Why did she want to go to the police so quickly? Did she know something that you didn’t? Whatever, you thought. It must be nothing.

At lunch, you were sat with everybody. Mindy, Chad, Anika, Tara, Quinn, and Ethan. You guys were at a picnic table, enjoying the free period you all had. You wanted to tell the group about the CD so bad, but decided to keep it in, afraid you’ll embarrass yourself, or the person who was sending the gifts. It had to be someone close, though.

Everyone was involved in conversation, besides you and Ethan. Being the quieter of the group, you guys liked to observe and listen to the rest of your friends. However, you felt Ethan’s eyes on you the whole time. His leg was bouncing up and down restlessly, like he was nervous or anxious about something.

“You okay?” you ask him as you place a hand on his leg, trying to stop his bouncing.

He stills completely, staring at you like a deer in headlights, before looking down at the hand on his leg. You quickly pull away, realizing how long you had your hand on his leg for. “Sorry,” you say sheepishly.

“Uh- no! Don’t worry. I’m fine. Just got a test next class.” He laughs awkwardly, and you smile at how cute he is. You’ve always thought he was so cute, but you would never tell anyone, Mindy would never let you live it down.

Ethan, on the other hand, was hoping, wishing, praying, that you would talk about the CD. Talk about your secret admirer. Say out loud how you thought it was cute, how you loved it… He wanted your attention so badly, and it was clear he wasn’t getting it. Maybe Mindy was standing in the way. Maybe you thought you were too good for a secret admirer. He didn’t know. All he knew is that it was making him angry. You were his, even if you didn’t know it yet.

That night, you were getting ready for bed in your apartment. You had just gotten out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body as you were searching for your pajamas. Your window was open, but it was so hot in your apartment, despite the cold weather outside. You were searching through your underwear drawer when you notice your favorite pair were missing. Your mind goes to Mindy, but she wouldn’t do that. You must’ve misplaced them. You quickly decided to move on from that, and get dressed. You dropped your towel, now completely nude.

What you didn’t know, though, was that Ethan was secretly watching you from his own bedroom window. He watched as you walked back and forth in your room. He watched as you dropped your towel. He thought you were such a whore. Anyone could be looking in your bedroom window right now, and see you. Only he could see you like this. You were his. He grew angry, gritting his teeth, but nevertheless, moving his hand down to palm himself through his sweats. My god, you were so hot, so sexy, and soon, you’d be all his. Whether you liked that or not.

Ethan was still pretty disappointed that you hadn’t talked about your gifts today. He was sure you were getting a little suspicious, but he was going to win you in the end anyway. That was a sure fact. In the meantime, he was going to up the gifts. He wanted to give you something special that would show his appreciation for you. Something special... The idea clicked in his mind.

As he begin stroking his now fully hard cock, he kept his eyes on you. Thinking about when he’ll get to finally fuck you. Thinking about your small hand on his leg, and how he wished you placed it just a little higher. Imagining it was your hand jerking him off, and not his. His mind was running wild, and it didn’t take long before he finally released all over himself.

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The next morning, you received another gift, luckily you found it before Mindy. This time, it was outside of your apartment door, rather than being in the mailbox. You were nervous to open this one, but still excited. This one was in a small box.

You opened it to something wrapped in tissue paper, though there was no note. You quickly unwrapped the gift.

It was… your favorite pair of underwear? and two vials… one full of a white, liquidy substance? The other a dark crimson red.. You were confused, to say the least. Your brain wasn’t connecting the dots. You picked up your underwear, and then noticed the white substance was on it as well, making you quickly drop them and run to go wash your hands. You were mortified.

Upon further inspection, the vials were connected to their own chains. This fucker wants me to wear his cum and blood as a necklace? You thought. At this point, you were scared. You didn’t know what to do. Mindy was going to be pissed, she’d tell the whole group, go to the police. But there was a part of you that was… intrigued? Someone is doing all of this, for you? He sent his own bodily fluids, knowing you could easily take it to the police. You had to find out who it was…

Once you returned back home from your classes, Mindy still wasn’t home. You figured she was out with Anika. There was an envelope on the kitchen counter. Ok, weird. You thought. You were sure Mindy didn’t come home at all throughout the day, but you quickly brushed it off.

You took a deep breath before opening the envelope. It felt light, so thankfully there would be no more weird, bodily fluids involved this time.

You opened it to.. pictures? Pictures of you… pictures of you at school… in class.. outside on campus. Pictures of you walking home. You gasped, realizing your secret admirer has now turned into your stalker. You kept shuffling through the photos. They were pretty tame, pictures of you in public spaces, though a bit creepy. Then you reached the photos of you in your bedroom. Your eyes widen as you continue looking through them. There were pictures of you doing your makeup, brushing your hair, getting undressed… and then there was a picture of you naked, a picture of you masturbating. You didn’t understand. Who the hell would do this? How did they invade your privacy this badly without you noticing? Tears begin to fill your eyes. This cannot be happening. You have to tell someone, right?

Unless…

You didn’t know what was up with you, but you didn’t want anyone’s help. You wanted to figure it out yourself. You had your suspicious, but wanted to be one hundred percent before doing anything.

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You wore the blood vial necklace to school the next day. You figured the cum one would raise some eyebrows..

You were hyper alert the whole day, looking to see if anyone noticed your necklace. At lunch you sat at your usual picnic table, with all of your friends. Ethan and Chad arrived at the same time, and Ethan sat next to you. You were carefully eyeing everybody, seeing if anyone was acting weird. Nothing.

Little did you know, though, Ethan was hard as a rock, seeing you wear a necklace that was his blood. it took everything in him to not just rip your skirt off and fuck you right there on the table, in front of everyone. He couldn’t believe it. He was sure you would get scared, but here you were, boldly wearing it, like you were proud to be his. He didn’t say a word the whole time, holding his backpack on his lap to conceal his boner.

You were disappointed by the time you got home. You snapped the necklace off with force and threw it on the floor of your bedroom. You felt dirty, in a way. You were frustrated too. You had no other option but to wait. Or you could go to the police, but where’s the fun in that?

You were laying in bed when you got a phone call that same night. It was a ‘No Caller ID’ but you answered it anyway.

“Hello?” you asked, confusion laced in your voice.

“Hello, beautiful.” a deep, gritty, sultry voice answered you on the other end. “It’s me. I’ve missed you... So much.” He smiles, savoring each word. He could hear your breathing on the other end, and he imagined he could feel your soft, smooth face beneath his touch. Soon, he thought. Soon…

you were a bit taken aback by the voice, as it wasn’t familiar to you. It took you a few seconds to respond. “Who’s this?”

“Doesn’t matter, my darling. I just wanted to say... I’m glad I met you. You make everything better, you know that?” He smiles. “I wanna be yours.”

“I-I-… you’re my secret admirer…” you whisper as you get up off your bed, looking out the window.

“Ding ding ding!” He yells. “I knew there was something up in that pretty little head of yours.”

“Tell me who you are..” You say, a little angry this time, your voice quivering slightly.

“What does it matter to you?” He asks, a slight tinge of annoyance apparent in his voice. He smiles widely as he speaks. “You’ll know very soon, my love. Just... Give yourself to me. Don’t resist. You’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours. Do you understand? I will make you mine. Wear the other necklace tomorrow, princess. It suits you.” You could hear his smile through his voice.

“I’m not wearing that fucking necklace tomorrow. You’re disgusting, and- and you need to tell me who you are before I go to the police!” You threaten, pretending like you weren’t absolutely terrified.

“Oh… Y/n… sweet little dumb Y/n. You won’t tell anyone.” You could tell he was smiling.

“You don’t know me..” Tears start to fill your eyes.

“Oh, I know you better than anyone. You’re mine, Y/n Y/m/n.”

“What the fuck!” You yell while hanging up the phone harshly. You dropped your phone to the ground and slowly sunk down with it, sobbing.

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The next day, a murder. A murder in the city. Two college students killed by some freak in a “ghostface” mask. You knew it had to be your secret admirer, but you were too scared to tell anyone. You felt it was already too late.

Tara and Sam were forcing everyone to stay at their apartment tonight, finally explaining to you and Ethan the reason why. Finding out your best friends were involved with the murders last year in Woodsboro left you angry, upset, disturbed, and sick. You couldn’t be around them, despite their pleas for you to stay with them. You decided that you would be ok, since you had nothing to do with “ghostface” or any of the events prior. You would just go home, and go to sleep.

So, that’s exactly what you did. You had a night class this week, so it was dark on your way home. Your heart was beating in your chest, you knew this wasn’t a good idea. You just kept repeating to yourself that he wasn’t gonna get you, you have nothing to do with him! Whoever he was.

You sigh in relief once you reach your building. You’d finally have the house alone for tonight, something you most definitely needed in a time like this.

As you walked up the steps to your apartment, you felt like you wanted to cry. Your stomach churned with guilt, but your head was full of denial. You couldn’t wait to crash on the couch and finally let sleep overtake you.

Entering the apartment, it felt… eerie. It was silent, of course, but, too silent. Something was off, you could feel it. Maybe it’s just your anxiety. Who knows.

You slowly shut the door and set your things on the counter. You take a deep sigh and head to your room down the hallway.

Unbeknownst to you, Ethan was watching you, hiding behind a wall in the kitchen. He watched you enter, a large grin spreading across his cheeks. He smiled at you from behind the wall, his eyes sparkling. He waited until you locked the door behind you to step out of hiding; this was a new turn of events, a development that would ensure he finally got what he wanted after all. He took a deep breath, and started down the hall, behind you.

You heard heavy footsteps behind you just as you were about to enter your room. You quickly turned around to see a tall figure clad in a black robe and the ghostface mask. You let out a blood curdling scream, flinching at the sight of him, causing you to fall back onto the floor. You kept slipping on the hardwood, crawling backwards until he had backed you into a corner.

Ethan smiled wide as he took a step into the light. His eyes gleamed as his black robe came into view. “Good evening.” He says, as he took another step closer. “It’s nice to see you again, princess. And I think I’m going to quite enjoy this…” He says as he slowly takes off his mask, his brown curls bouncing from the movement.

“Ethan?” you gasp, snot and tears all over your face. You are almost at the point of hyperventilation, but upon seeing Ethan, you can get your breathing under control. “Ethan.. This isn’t- this isn’t funny!” you yell.

“…Are you sure about that?” Ethan’s tone is cold, and he looks to his side. In his hand, a knife glares softly in the lights. The look on his face, however, is one of pure delight. “I don’t know about you, baby, but I’m having a good time…” He laughs.

You didn’t find it funny, at all. Your suspicions were correct. Your secret admirer was the ghostface. You just didn’t expect it to be Ethan… it was all too much for you. Your lips tremble as you try to speak. “What are- What are you going to do to me?”

“We both know what I’m going to do.” He says calmly, his dark eyes locked on yours. His voice is sweet, and there’s nothing of concern in it. He takes another step forward, so he’s right in front of you. He crouches down to your level and reaches out a hand, touching your skin, his gloved fingers grazing your cheek.

Tears fall out of your eyes freely, you were frozen, you couldn’t move. “Please… please don’t hurt me, Ethan. I didn’t do anything… please..” you look up at him, your wet eyelashes batting up at him. the look on your face made ethan hot, his pants suddenly getting tighter.

“You did do something,” He says, the dark tone returning to his voice. “You resisted me. But you’ll make it better, won’t you, my darling?” He smiles again as his fingers trace down your cheek. “You’ll make it better, won’t you? You’ll give yourself to me, right?” His voice is tender and soft, full of false sympathy. He smiles, his eyes a little brighter in the light as his tongue traces over his bottom lip.

You cry even harder. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?!” You yell, full on sobbing now.

Ethan grins widely, a sadistic smirk growing on his face. He holds the knife to your throat, holding you down against the wall. He leans in close. “Why? Is that what you wanna know?” He laughs quietly. “The answer is simple: I love you, and no one can have you but me.” He smiles, the smile twisting into something twisted and evil.

“You don’t have to do this..” You whisper, his grip is tight, and you were trying so hard not to move against the knife on your throat.

“And yet, I want to.” He smiles. “Don’t you understand, my love? You are mine. You and no one else. You will only have me.” He laughs coldly. “You should be honored… Not all girls get to witness something like this…”

You scoff at his words, which was a huge mistake.

He drags the knife down and against your shoulder, creating a small knick, blood trickling down your arm. His expression darkens again as you yelp. “I’m doing you a favor. You’ll understand once it’s done,” he says. He laughs silently. “Now, are you going to cooperate, my love?”

You knew you didn’t have a choice. He was going to kill you if you said no. “Yes… okay..” You said weakly, giving up and giving yourself to him.

A sadistic grin spread across his lips. He looked... Proud of you? Or maybe it was just another manipulation tactic. “Good girl.” He says, gently running his fingers down the side of your face. He grabs you by the back of the neck, but his touch is gentle. Once you get up, he snakes his arm around your shoulder. You were so confused. He leads you to your bedroom door, opens it and pushes you hard into the room. He slams the door shut behind him, his dark eyes shining, suddenly becoming mean again.

You stumble into the room from his push, facing away from him. You decide to just stand there and not say a word.

Ethan smiles behind you, a low hum of approval coming from his lips. “We’re going to have a good time together, doll.” A sadistic and evil twinkle in his eyes.

You begin to cry again as Ethan comes up behind you. He can tell you’re crying and shushes you sweetly, swiping your hair to the side and exposing your neck. You can feel his breath on you as he moves closer to your ear. “Shhh, Shhh, baby. It’s okay, I’m gonna take good care of you, my little doll. You trust me, right?”

You flinch, but don’t resist. “Yeah… Yes! Yes, sir…” You say, wanting to be good for him.

Once you address him as sir, his animalistic traits almost take over. He lets out a loud groan and curses under his breath. “Fuck, baby.” He whispers, as he pushes his hard cock into your ass at your words. “You’re going to be the death of me..”

He reaches his right hand to your chin, turning your face to look at him. It’s an awkward angle, but you can see each other now. He stares at your tear stained cheeks, your puffy eyes. He couldn’t be any happier…

Your fear is riling him up, his breath hot and sweet on your cheek. Slowly, he leans in to kiss you… He kisses you for what feels like forever. His lips are soft and sweet. His breath is sweet. His body is cold and hard.

To his surprise, you kiss him back. “See what happens when you obey me…” Ethan says after pulling his lips away. He smiles down at you. “My little doll…” He caresses your left cheek before pulling another hard-to-break kiss from you. This time it feels long and even more passionate, as Ethan’s lips move to your neck. He begins to move his hand lower, and to your discomfort, or pleasure? His hand begins to move up your shirt.

His gloved hand caresses your nipple, and you let out a little moan. Your eyes widen immediately after this, hearing Ethan’s sadistic laughter behind you. You didn’t mean to do that out loud. You didn’t want Ethan to know that you were actually enjoying this. You just wanted to obey him so that he would let you go. So, why are you so turned on right now?

Ethan smiles down at you. He seems to be enjoying the control he has over you. “Don’t you like making me happy, my little doll?” He asks, continuing to kiss your neck.

“Y-yes, sir…”

He smiles and ruts into you again, making you flinch. “Good girl. You’re a good girl…” He says through gritted teeth. He caresses your face. “…Say it again.”

“Yes, sir!” You say, a little more confident this time. He doesn’t say anything this time, just pushes you again so that you fall onto your bed, on your belly. Your legs half off the bed, bent at the waist.

Ethan walks to you, roughly ripping off your jeans from your legs, taking your underwear with it. You yelp loudly at the roughness, and at the cold air hitting your cunt. Ethan stops pulling off your pants half way, and sees your glistening pussy. He laughs again, which makes your stomach drop.

“You’re such a whore, Y/n. Look at you, fucking dripping for me, and I’ve barely even touched you!” He stares at you, his hard dick feeling oh so painful now, knowing that you were enjoying this too. He reaches under his robe and into his own jeans, unzipping and unbuckling them. He wastes no time in grabbing his cock out, barely even pulling his pants down. He brings the robe up and over his cock, deciding to leave it on. He starts to stroke himself, cursing under his breath, his eyes never leaving your pussy. He loves how obedient you’re being now. He didn’t think it would be this easy. He has the love of his life, exposed to him, laying quietly like a good girl. Fuck, he loves you.

He leans over your body, pressing kisses to your back, and up your neck, until he reaches your ear. “Just know that you’re mine now, and no one can have you but me…” He groans, and pulls his lips slowly away from her. “We’ll have fun together… Won’t we…? My… Little… Doll…” He says as he slowly ruts into you between every word. You cry out every single time his cock rubs against your pussy. He loves your sounds.

“You’re going to do anything to make me happy… Aren’t you, Y/n?” A sadist’s smile is on his face, as he leans close to you once more, his lips brushing against yours. “You’re a beautiful girl. Beautiful… And now you’re mine. Only mine. And I know just how to make you happy…” He leans back as he ends his sentence, and shoves his big cock straight into your hole, absolutely wrecking you. You jump forward on the bed, screaming out, the side of your face rubbing up against your comforter.

He just laughs at your pain, and gives you no time to adjust to his length. He pulls out all the way, and thrusts into you, harder this time.

“Ethan, Ethan! Please.., fuck! ‘S too much…” You try to scramble away from him, dragging yourself up the bed, but he won’t have it. He grabs you by the waist with both hands and roughly slams you back down on his cock. You’re screaming out of pain and pleasure at this point.

“No, no, angel. Don’t fucking run away from me. You’re mine.” He growls again, landing a harsh smack to your ass. You start sobbing, not being able to take it. He mocks your cries.

“Aww, you poor baby.” Another smack. “Crying while you make a mess on my cock.” He grabs you by your hair, forcing you to arch your upper body of the bed. “Tell me,” he grits his teeth. “Do you belong to me?” The smile is now gone. He looks so cold and empty. He looks like a monster. “Tell me, I want to hear you say it. Say that you belong to me, you gorgeous doll…” He says, all while still thrusting harshly into you.

“Y-yes, yes, sir. I belong to you, only you, sir. Need you…” You somehow get out through your sobs. You were almost babbling at this point, the feeling of him railing into you almost addictive. You weren’t lying when you said you needed him.

“That’s a good girl…” He says softly, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “I want you to prove that you belong to me. You need to prove it. Prove your love for me, angel.”

You panic, not knowing what to do. All that you know right now is that his dick is hitting your sweet spot so deliciously right now.

“Uhh- I- Unghh…” You try to speak, but no words come out, just moans and groans.

“Dumb little baby. Drunk off my fucking cock.” He lands another harsh slap to your ass. It barely hurts at this point, you’re starting to really give into him now. Despite his rough thrusts, you back your ass into him, grinding against his cock. He lets out a breathy laugh at that. “Squeezing me so tight, baby. Fuck… look at you.” He says behind you, kneading and squeezing your ass into his hands, spreading your cheeks every now and then to get a full view of him going in and out of you.

The room is full of your moans, Ethan’s grunts, and the sound of him railing into your wet cunt. It’s so dirty, but fuck, you feel so good.

He knows you’re in such a vulnerable state now, and you’ll do whatever he asks you to do. He can tell you’re holding off on cumming, wanting to finish with him. He thinks it’s so sweet. You also just don’t want it to stop, you don’t want to know what will happen after you guys finish. You don’t want him to leave.

“You gonna cum, angel? Gonna finish on my cock, huh? Fuck, make even more of a mess on me, baby. I’m close too… Gonna fill you up, give you a baby. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He asks, his pace still rough and fast, sending your eyes rolling and your tongue lolling.

“Mhm… Yeah…. Yes… Sir….” You babble, and Ethan smiles at your compliancy.

“So, so good for me, doll.” He gets even rougher as he’s nearing his high, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier.

“Fuck, Sir! I’m gonna cum…. Please, let me cum, please!” You scream out, still crying onto your bedsheets. The left side of your face is red and burning.

“Cum for me, sweet angel. I’m right there… Right fucking there…” he groans out.

As soon as he says those words, you reach your own high, screaming and crying out, cursing to the sky. You’ve never been fucked like this before. It’s almost like an out of body experience for you. Your pussy spasms against Ethan’s cock as you orgasm, which makes it hard for him to thrust, but squeezes him so hard he follows right after you.

“Fuck… good girl. Such a perfect angel. Did so well for me. All mine. All fucking mine.” He stills for a moment, and then removes himself from you, and you cry out at the loss of contact. Ethan just laughs at you, quickly sticking his cock back into his jeans. He brings his fingers down to your hole and pushes his semen deep into your pussy, making you groan underneath him.

He leaves the room for a moment, leaving you there on the bed, your bottom half exposed. When he comes back, you’re dead asleep. He smiles to himself at the sight of you while he grabs his knife, ready to leave the scene. He grabs his ghostface mask and places it on your bed, right next to your face. He’s sure you’ll see it first thing once you wake up.

He begins leaving your room when he looks at you one last time before exiting. He stares at your bare pussy, glistening with a mixture of your spent and his cum, slowly seeping out of you. He smiles. He’s finally accomplished the task at hand. Make you his, forever.

[lemonmaid]

Can I request poly relationship with eren and reiner with a male s/o that's a prodigy with odm gear like others would practice hard moves with it for hours but he would be able to do it just by watching them (also sub plot they try to get his attention by trying to impress him or trying to get him to teach them how to do such advanced moves)

Warnings: Training Corps Arc, Fluff no smut.

You know what it was like to wake up between two men? Sweaty.

(Name) cringe at the blanket sticking to the three of them, 'disgusting'.

It was still dark outside which ment no one has seen the three of them in bed together, which wasn't suspicious at all.

Eren came first, claiming to have a nightmare. Since, (Name) was already childhood friends with Eren didn't really see a problem with it. But Reiner, he just claimed he was cold.

(Name) sighed at the two, deciding to get up and get a head start on practice and a bath.

"Cadet! What are you doing this early"

(Name) jumped at the comanding voice that came from the captain, standing in position, saluting, "Sorry sir! I just wanted to practice more on my ODM gear sir!"

Shadis started at the young man, "Proceed Cadet but remember, you're almost at Ackerman's level, keep up the good work and you'll be in the military police".

(Name) beamed and nodded, hurrying to his post.

A few hours went by fast, the sun already beeming, Reiner was the first one awake to meet up with (Name).

"You're balance looks off"

"Nuh uh, it just feels better this way".

"Okay but it doesn't matter, you'll lose control that way, here let me show you".

Reiner came behind (Name) grabbing the man's hips and positioning them straight.

"There, doesn't that feel better?".

"No, it feels awkward."

Reiner chuckled, "Well you'll get used to it. Training is-"

"(NAME)!".

(Name) looked over and saw Eren running towards them, full ODM gear on.

Eren panted, "(Name)- let's- get the real deal training!".

(Name) was confused, "what do you mean?".

"Yeah, What do you mean Eren? Last time I checked you couldn't even stay balanced in your ODM gear".

Eren glared at Reiner, "Well, I saw that there is a another training ground in the forest-"

(Name) shooked his head, "Eren, no offense but-"

"No (Name) hear me out! You're always talking about wanting to advance and I feel, personally, this will be great and better for you! Think about it! Real platforms!".

(Name) thought about it for a second, the pros and cons of doing that, "Okay, but how will we even go to that training ground?"

Eren looked at Reiner and smiled.

...

"This is stupid".

It was the dead of night, the three snuck out into the wilderness.

Reiner sighed as he hooked a lantern on a tree, "it's cold, so hurry up you two".

Reiner agreed to watch them practice along as they were only doing one path, from the start of the forest where Reiner was in a tree. Starting down at them, they were like ants.

"Come on (Name)! Race you there!"

Eren shot up through the air, only for his ODM gear to stop pulling mid way, leaving him dangling in the air. (Name) took this as a running start opportunity, shooting himself up into the air.

'Remember to balance' he thought to himself. (Name) was zoning out as they twist and turned, releasing CO² as he danced with the trees. Coming out of his thoughts to Reiner cheering him on, (Name) smiled, feeling accomplished.

"Look out!!".

Eren somehow got his line caught onto (Name)'s line pulling him quickly into (Name)'s back, the two screamed as they got tangled up.

Reiner sighed, putting his gear back on, "I'm coming hold on".

...

The three were in the bathhouse, steam filling the room, "I swear Eren you need to be more careful" (Name) nagged.

"I was careful!" Eren yelped as (Name) tighten his bandaged.

Reiner huffed, "yeah sure, anyways, once again (Name) you were great. Maybe you should-".

The door slammed open, Jean and Connie coming in. "There you three are, I was wondering why I didn't see y'all at dinner" Jean smiled, "y'all were with barrack bunny".

"Dont call him that" Eren screamed.

"What are you going to do about it hothead?!".

"I'll show you horse-face!".

"You little-".

Reiner, (Name), and Connie stared at the two fighting, "should we-"

"I'm not touching them-"

"Yeah of course not but-"

"Let them fight it out-"

Reiner looked at (Name), "You need to rest. You've been training hard recently." Render grabbed (Name)'s clothing, "go to bed, we'll catch up".

...

As (Name) laid in bed, he thought about his training. Sure he did practice hard today but did he do enough? (Name) thought about it more, remembering how Eren was do quick to try and show him a new move while Reiner was more taking on the mentor role.

'Goof ball' (Name) thought about Eren, how he was so quick to try and impress them while (Name) felt like he didn't need to be impressed because he was already impressed by both of their improvements. Look at how far they've came.

[jiihu]

﹅ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲; 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗻

﹅ summary — you and chaewon are in a friends with benefits type of relationship. once chaewon suspects that you may be falling in love, she quickly breaks it off.

﹅ content — angst, friends with benefits

﹅ word count — 3.3k

As I woke up, I looked over and saw Chaewon sleeping peacefully beside me. I felt a smile spread across my face as I took my hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, trailing my hand down to her shoulder. I reluctantly pulled my hand away from her, letting out a huff of air. “Of course, I end up doing the one thing I’m not supposed to,” I mumbled, feeling my heart sink as I stared at Chaewon. All of a sudden, her eyes shot open and I jumped back in surprise, letting out an awkward laugh. “Oh, good morning. You scared me.” She stared at me for a second before sitting up in the bed, stretching backward onto the bed frame.

“Yeah, good morning,” she dryly said, refusing to make eye contact with me. I watched as she stood up, picked her clothes up from the floor, and quickly dressed. She walked into the bathroom without sparing me another glance, and I heard the water turn on after a couple of minutes of her being in there.

“That’s… weird,” I muttered to myself, putting on my slippers and heading to the kitchen. I walked to the kitchen and took out a few pots and pans from under the counter, setting them on the stove and grabbing a few breakfast ingredients from the refrigerator. As I was turning on the stove, I heard the bathroom door creak open, followed by Chaewon slinking out of the bathroom with a bag, as if she was trying to hide something. “Oh, perfect! I was just about to ask you if you had any special requests for breakfast.” I observed her as she stared at me with an unreadable expression, her arms folded across her chest. “Do you?”

“No, I’m…,” she trailed off, shifting in place. “I have somewhere to be, sorry. Don’t wait up tonight.” She rushed off, quickly pulling the front door open and shut behind her. I turned around to the array of pots and ingredients behind me, feeling my stomach churn as I had lost my appetite. I began thinking back to our previous encounters, wondering if I had done something to cause her to act this way. I shook my head, concluding that she must’ve had a bad day, or something else probably upset her. I thought about texting her to ask, but I knew that she was already a very secretive person, let alone the fact that she wouldn’t share anything with me out of all people. When Chaewon and I started this arrangement, she made it clear that we were just friends with benefits, nothing more, nothing less, so I try not to encroach on her personal life too much.

I took in a deep breath as I walked towards the bathroom to get ready for my day, opening the door to an almost spotless room. I looked around as I realized that Chaewon’s toothbrush, skincare, and spare clothes were all missing. My heart started pounding in my chest as thoughts started spiraling around inside my head. “Did I do something wrong?” “Is this the end of us?” I continued to do my morning routine and ignored the feeling of dread in my chest, deciding that I would confront Chaewon about it later.

Later on that day, I figured that something had happened to make Chaewon upset since she hadn’t texted me since the morning that she left. I sat on a bench outside of a store, tossing my phone in between my hands as I debated if I should text her first or not. I thought about the pros and cons of texting first; the pros being that maybe she would appreciate the fact that I realized that something was wrong, and the cons being that I might be annoying her even more. I chewed on my lips as I stared at the fountain in front of me, bouncing my leg up and down. I watched as a child ran over to a fountain, throwing a coin into it. “I wish for all the money in the world!” The mom let out a laugh and ruffled the child’s hair, pulling her away from the fountain. I stood up from my seat, grabbed a random penny from the ground, and walked over to the fountain, pinching it between my fingers.

“This better work,” I grumbled, tossing the coin into the fountain. After I threw it in, I stared at it as it sunk, letting out a humorless laugh as I shook my head. “I don’t even know what I’m wishing for,” I sighed, scratching the top of my head, “but I hope it gives me good luck.” I opened my phone and clicked Chaewon’s name, my heart pounding in my chest as it rang. In about 3 rings, Chaewon finally picked up with an already irritated-sounding “hello”. “Chaewon, hi! I was wondering if you wanted to do something today? Like, I don’t know, maybe shopping or getting something to eat. Sorry if you’re busy, I just wanted to know…” I trailed off, already starting to feel awkward at my rambling. I heard her take a deep sigh before she responded.

“I have something to do now. I already promised someone that we would hang out today.” I paused, taking in her words as I felt that sinking feeling in my chest again. I thought about how to respond, not wanting to sound too desperate, but also not wanting to sound too uninterested.

“That’s fine! I’m still free later if you change your mind. Or we could always choose another day. You know I never have any plans anyway.” I tried to joke to lighten the mood, but I was met with silence on Chaewon’s end once again.

“Listen, Y/N. I really don’t want to hang out with you. I thought I already made it clear that we were just having sex, no strings attached. I’m sorry but if you’re looking for anything more, I think it’d be best if we end this here.” I felt my heart shatter as I heard these words from Chaewon. I knew that it wasn’t idealistic to fall for her in the beginning, but it felt impossible not to the longer we knew each other. I quickly hung up after hearing these words, not wanting her to hear the heartbreak in my voice. I stood up from my seat, turned around, and decided to cut the day short and go home since I no longer had any desire to be out of the house after that. As I was walking home, my phone started ringing and I felt my heart start pounding, thinking that it was Chaewon. When I looked down at it, I realized it was Kazuha and I let out a breath of relief.

“Hey, Zuha,” I answered, cringing at how exhausted my voice sounded.

“Y/N, are you okay? I heard what happened from Chaewon. Didn’t I tell you not to get involved with her? She always treats people like this!” She snapped, tired of telling me this multiple times.

“I know, Zuha. I didn’t mean to though. It just happened.” She sighed, taking a deep breath before she spoke again.

“Whatever, just come over tomorrow. We can do something fun to take your mind off of her.” She insisted, and I could tell she was smiling from the way she was speaking. I accepted her offer and hung up, walking back to my house and thinking back on Chaewon’s words again. As I thought about them, I felt embarrassed that she caught onto my feelings that quickly. I assumed that I was hiding them pretty well, but she immediately knew. Once I got home, I debated with myself about whether I should go to the dorms or not. Although I did want to see Kazuha, I didn’t want to have to see Chaewon again so soon because my heart was still aching from her words. I laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling until I fell asleep, figuring that I would decide what to do in the morning.

As I sat up from my bed, blinking the sleep away, I felt the blissfulness of waking up being ripped away from me after I remembered the conversation I had with Chaewon. I sat on my bed and stared off into space until I remembered that Kazuha invited me over to the dorm. I shook my head, standing up to head towards the bathroom to get ready for the day. Even if I didn’t want to see Chaewon, I didn’t want to use that as an excuse to ignore Kazuha, so I figured that I might as well go see her. As I was walking to the bathroom, I heard my phone start ringing. I looked over to see who was calling me, and I saw that it was Chaewon. I cringed at the hearts that I put beside her nickname, the events yesterday happening so fast that I didn’t think to change it. When I picked up the phone, I didn’t say anything and waited for her to speak.

“Y/N,” she simply said, her voice sounding cheerier than yesterday as if nothing happened.

“Yes?” I questioned her, wondering why she called me if she had nothing to say. I heard her pause and then a deep breath as if she was nervous before she spoke.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over today? For,” she paused, seemingly turning over as I heard the sheets rustling in the background, “you know.” I scoffed, staring down at my phone in disbelief.

“Actually, I don’t know,” I sneered, upset that she was brushing by yesterday's events like they never happened.

“Y/N, I’m horny,” she whined into the speaker, making sure to keep her voice hushed so the girls wouldn’t hear her.

“Chaewon, I’m,” I paused, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I’m not doing this today. Just get someone else to do it, okay?” I quickly hung up after my words, taking a deep breath and feeling my heart pounding. This was the first time that I had ever said no to Chaewon, and I felt anxious as if I had done something wrong. I went into the bathroom again to get dressed to go to the dorms, with no interruptions this time.

While I brushed my teeth, I sat and thought about the relationship that Chaewon and I shared. We had known each other for a long time at this point, and once we started this arrangement, Chaewon told me not to fall in love, yet I did it anyway. I don’t think that she was a bad person for this, but I couldn’t help but feel as if I was robbed of a relationship. It felt like I had wasted too much time of my life on someone who would never be able to love me the way that I love them. Even though this had become toxic for me a long time ago, I couldn’t muster up the courage to stop talking to her. I felt as if I had something to prove to her; to prove that I could handle this without falling in love. Even though I knew that I had some traits that would make this just about impossible, being a hopeless romantic and too eager to please, I was naive and believed that Chaewon would fall in love with me during this, and I wouldn’t have to hide it anymore. I thought about the times when she called me during the late hours of the night, and I would drop everything to come be with her, whether it be because she had a nightmare, or just because she needed someone to use and throw away again. As I thought about this, I felt my remorse disintegrate, this being the first time I dared to stand up to her.

After I was done, I sent a quick text to Kazuha letting her know that I was on the way, and I headed out the door. When I left the house, I decided to take the scenic route instead of the sidewalk by the busy street. I paid more attention to the scenery this time, and it felt as if I had a new set of eyes. I was able to enjoy the world around me without feeling like I had a ton of weight on my shoulders, able to slow down and smell the roses without feeling as if I had to rush to meet Chaewon before she didn’t want to see me anymore. Since the dorms were only 5 minutes away, I was there before I knew it and I used the ID that Chaewon gave me since I didn’t have facial recognition. I walked in and headed to the elevator, feeling like I could pass out at any moment from nervousness. I made it to their door and knocked on it, looking down at my shoes to try to shake the anxiety off. I heard the door unlock and I looked up to see Yunjin with a bright smile on her face. “Oh my god, Y/N, it’s been so long!” She exclaimed, pulling me into a tight hug. I reciprocated her hug, her blonde locks brushing across my face as I smelled a faint scent of strawberries.

“I know. I haven’t seen you guys in forever,” I pouted, slipping in the door beside her as she shut it.

“Probably because Chaewon’s been trying to keep you all to herself.” She joked, walking back over to the table to chop the mangos that Eunchae’s mom brought for the group. “You’re here to see her, right? She’s in her room.” Yunjin pointed over to her room with the knife without turning her head.

“I’m actually here to see Kazuha. She invited me over yesterday.” Yunjin turned around with her eyebrows raised, chewing a cube of fruit.

“Huh. I thought you guys stopped talking or something. Kazuha talks about you as if you’re a distant memory, and you never come around to see her anymore.” I awkwardly shifted in place, opting to put my bag beside the door instead of staring like a deer caught in headlights.

“I guess Chaewon was taking up most of my time,” I stammered, the sudden realization embarrassing me. I spent so long chasing someone who didn’t want me, I forgot to leave time for everyone else. Yunjin let me go after a strange warning about not spending too much time with Chaewon, and I quietly walked back to Kazuha’s room. “Zuha?” I called out as I opened the door, finding her on the floor with her massage roller.

“Y/N! I thought you weren’t coming.” I frowned as I heard her words, even more of a realization that I was neglecting my friends for Chaewon. We lounged around for about 30 minutes, not talking about much but just enjoying each other's company. “We’re having game night tonight if you wanna stay…” She trailed off, picking at the skin on her fingers.

“I can stay. I’m not busy anyway.” I watched as her face lit up, and she stood up, leaving the room. After a few minutes, she came back with a bowl of cubed fruit and a projector.

“I just borrowed Sakura’s, since she isn’t using it anyway.” She set it up on the wall across from her bed, and we both laid down and watched some cheesy comedy she chose for us to watch. After a couple of hours, we heard a knock on the door.

“Guys! We have Mario Kart set up!” I heard Eunchae exclaim from behind the door. I wiped Kazuha’s eyes as I stifled a laugh.

“I can’t believe these predictable endings still make you cry.” She scoffed, putting on her slippers as she got out of bed.

“That wasn’t even that predictable! Who would’ve thought that he would fall for her sister?” I shook my head, following her out of the door as I saw everyone standing around gathered at the TV.

“Who wants to go first?” I watched as they passed the controllers to Sakura and Yunjin, smiling to myself because I knew how bad Yunjin was at playing games. After a few more rounds, I was leaning on the back of the couch, playing with Eunchae’s hair before I let out a yawn. I watched as Chaewon played a horror game, while the rest of the girls were huddled around her giggling.

“I think I’m going to go now.” I heard collective words of protest as I stood up, gently setting Eunchae’s head on the pillow.

“Wait.” I looked up and saw Chaewon standing in front of me. “Can we talk before you go?” I saw Kazuha’s head snap towards us before I nodded my head, following her to the room. “What’s wrong? You said you didn’t want to come over, now you’ve been ignoring me all night.” I felt a pang in my chest as I saw her sad expression, momentarily forgetting the way that she treated me yesterday.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just didn’t feel like it earlier.” Chaewon nodded before grabbing my arm and leading me toward the bed.

“What about now?” She questioned me, leaning to press a kiss to my neck. I pulled away from her as I watched her expression fall again. “See? I knew something was wrong.” I huffed, standing up from the bed and walking towards the door.

“Chaewon, I’m sorry but I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of feeling like your dirty little secret. I want something more than this, something more than someone who uses me and makes me feel useless afterward.” I looked down at the floor with teary eyes, knowing that I would break down if I looked up at her. I turned around and left the room, hearing Chaewon’s footsteps following behind me. When I left the room, I could see everyone looking toward me expectantly when they saw my teary eyes. “Still upset from the movie.” I clarified with a forced laugh as I walked towards the door. I saw Kazuha frown as she looked toward me, not buying my excuse. I was met with a group hug as I put my bag on my shoulder, hugging them back as I heard a bunch of ‘bye Y/N’s’ coming from them. I looked up and saw Kazuha looking at me with a shy smile before pulling me into a tight hug.

“Don’t ever disappear like that again,” she mumbled into my shirt, pulling away hesitantly as she heard a bunch of whistles coming from the three girls. I watched as Chaewon stood off to the side before I turned away, grabbing the container of fruit that Yunjin cut for me from the counter. I saw Sakura take Chaewon around the corner and I continued fumbling in the refrigerator to seem as if I was trying to find something to take while I was listening to their conversation.

“I don’t know. It’s just like,” she paused, taking a deep breath. “I know it’s bad but I used to think I had her wrapped around my finger, but it’s like I’m watching her slip right through them.” I paused for a moment, trying to resist the urge to comfort her. “I can’t help but be jealous of Kazuha. I guess I can’t be mad at her because she’s the only reason I actually met Y/N.” I frowned, wondering why Chaewon would be jealous of Kazuha, my longest-lasting friend, out of all people. Despite how much I wanted to stay and comfort her, I pushed all of our memories and the time we spent together to the back of my mind.

“Bye guys!” I waved to them as I walked out of the door. As I heard the door lock behind me, I couldn’t help but feel a pit in my stomach as if I’d done something wrong. I thought again about how eager I am to please people, giving little fractions of myself to everyone who needs it, not realizing that I’m falling apart, day by day until it’s too late. I wondered to myself, why do I continue pursuing Chaewon? I knew she was never going to love me back, no matter how hard I wanted to believe it. Despite that, I continued walking home, a piece of me still having faith that one day, she will return the love that I have for her.

[1000punks]

bonding. ¹¹//melting

bonding. //masterlist

pairing: spawn!Astarion x named!Tav (non-binary OC)

warnings: 18+. nsft. mdni. self-harm, graphic violence, canon-typical manipulation, gaslighting, bondage, non-con, dub-con, r-pe, (past) abusive relationship.

word count: 7,693

summary: two gays remodel a house domestic fluff and some character background building, set in post-game baldur's gate. two people who are weird and traumatized work on their relationship and reclaim their sexuality through a shared kink. lots of gooey romantic smut while these two slowly figure out their future together.

named!Tav is my non-binary tiefling ranger, Festé. i was seeing far too few fics with tiefling!Tav and i thought it was crucial, nay, critical to include them in the headcanons. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

header credit: in-game capture by me, uwu

They had always preferred sharpening their weapons by hand. The act was mundane to them, more focused and relaxing than using a whetstone wheel. Lae'zel had always chastised them in her unsubtle way about it during their travels together. Festé had always smiled, heard her out, and politely declined, opting to sit in front of the fire some nights after dinner, sharpening their swords painstakingly. Eventually, Lae'zel had studied them enough to comment positively on their commitment to their craft; and sometimes, she had even joined them at the campfire, making small talk. Most of those times, though, a comfortable silence settled between the two colleagues.

They had always preferred it, and beyond that, they preferred having beautiful scenery all around them. In this case, they had set a small stool under the eaves near the back door of the townhouse; and looked out into the bay every so often. The rain and mist swirling above the surface of the water was every bit as calming as their work. It allowed them to sit and think while their hands were occupied. Astarion was sleeping indoors, or resting. He had been more prone to fatigue as the weather changed, and cited a "Feline nature, darling." The tiefling had smiled warmly, tucking him into bed with a slow kiss, a hot water bottle, and a crackling fire in the hearth, in their own absence. It was still hours before dawn, so they had set out their stool again and began to work by lamplight.

When their thoughts strayed to their elf, their grip on the whetstone block became suddenly loose. As if on cue, they slipped, opening a shallow slice in their palm. "Damn it," the imp muttered, setting the block down for the moment on their thigh and raising their hand above their head in front of them, at least attempting to stem the trickle of blood. It flowed effortlessly down their forearm, and they looked up at their hand, judging the depth with practiced accuracy. They hummed and wiggled their fingers. Definitely not deep enough to be serious. A chuckle came from deep in their chest, relishing the soothing temperature of the wind and the spray of the mist against their face. Finally, they let out a full-bodied laugh into the wind when it blew their unruly hair back. Always, now, they were able to see the brighter side, and they took in the small moments like this one as easily as their lungs took in air.

Their laughter tapered off as they leaned forward, letting the rain rinse their hand. Pain like this was so secondary; and life hadn't always been this good. Their eyes closed, and they could smell the smoke of the crashed nautiloid ship, feel the scorching sun on the back of their neck. The tiefling had just turned their back on the pale elf. Before they could react, he had them on the ground with a dagger pressed to their throat. Internally, they had scoffed -- it wasn't the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last time, they had imagined. Easily, they pushed him away, getting to their feet and calmly dusting off. Astarion, once he introduced himself, had looked affronted at their nonplussed attitude. Well, at least they had his name. Now they knew what subject it was they were given to study. He agreed to join them, and the tiefling kept a close watch on him afterwards.

Festé had wondered if Astarion knew how obvious he had been at the time. They observed him quietly sneaking out of camp nearly every night of that first week, even when he had checked to make sure that all of his companions were asleep. The night before the party had come across the bloodless, dead boar, they had sat up fully in their bedroll, watching the elf's back while he stalked into the treeline. The next day, they shot him a sidelong glance of consternation when he loudly explained away the boar's corpse. Did he not realize that he camped next to a ranger every night? They had not only seen vampires before, but were often in league with them, having hunted one as part of their very first mercenary gig. Of course, they had thought, laying their gaze back on the boar, he didn't know that. At the very least, however, any ranger worth their salt could recognize two clean puncture wounds at the throat and a bloodless corpse. Festé decided he was a very strange man, indeed; but also a fascinating subject to study.

Festé's gaze turned to the bay, watching the crests of waves that the wind was starting to whip up. They had never understood exactly why Astarion had picked them to try to feed from that first time. They had theories, of course: he was starving. He saw them as the leader, and maybe he wanted to assert his dominance. He saw them as a threat. He saw them as an easy target, because of their more or less established kindness to everyone on their travels thus far. In the present, they thought that the most likely explanation had been that he was seeking to establish some control where he felt he had none; and they decided that they couldn't fault him for that.

His panic and confusion that night had been palatable, regardless. They had never admitted it to him, but they had been tracking his movements from the moment they heard him stir from across the span of the firepit. When they felt him bend at their side, Festé decided it was time to open their eyes; and they watched his widen significantly. They kept their silence as he backed away from them, starting to stammer out an explanation. The tiefling's gaze had been steady, and they crossed their arms. They knew they had the upper hand, as they had taken up the habit long ago of sleeping with a knife in their boot, and one under their pillow.

"I'm just too slow right now. Too weak," he had murmured, trying to keep his tone even, presumably to not wake the others. "If I just had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please." Festé had considered it for less than a heartbeat, and their reply was confident, but cool.

"Why didn't you tell me?" It had been a question that puzzled them for days, mostly because the situation was obvious to anyone who cared to look.

"At best, I was sure you'd say no." They cocked their head to the side. Was that the impression they had left on him after seeing them agree to help their kin at the Grove? "More likely, you'd ram a stake through my ribs." Wrong again, nobody had paid them to hunt a vampire, after all. And, up until now, he hadn't done anything outwardly alarming. They watched his brow furrow slightly, mirroring the expression but dropping their hands to their sides. One sudden move, they thought, and it was going to end badly. He clearly wasn't telling them everything, at best, and they were intimately familiar with his brand of manipulation. The next thing he said piqued their curiosity, all the same; deciding in the moment that they would test him.

"No, I needed you to trust me. And you can trust me." Astarion's tone had shifted to something more sultry, as he slipped back into his façade. Doubtful, they wanted to scoff, but held their tongue, thinking of their companions. Festé couldn't knowingly leave him to feed on one of them, could they?

"I do. I believe you." Their voice was as unwavering as their gaze, and they suppressed a grin at the surprise in the elf's eyes.

"Thank you," he sounded unsure again. "Do you think you could trust me just a little further? I only need a taste, I swear." Right into the palm of their hand. It was never wise to give someone leverage over you, if you could help it. They couldn't hide the barest hint of a smile at figuring out Astarion's game, and decided they were comfortable to push just a little more.

"Fine. But not a drop more than you need." The tiefling had felt smug when he invited them to lay back, but they hadn't - and they suspected the elf hadn't, either - expected what happened next. Astarion's fangs pierced their neck, and even the initial pain had been pleasurable. Even more so as Festé felt Astarion's body tense up as it brushed against their own. They were vaguely aware of his breathing, and theirs hitched in a near-silent response. Then in their peripherals, framed by the firelight, they saw his fingers dig into the soft earth. Oh, this… was altogether more amusing than the last time a man had dared to stab them. They shamelessly adjusted their body beneath his, finding the comfort where they could in the somewhat forced intimacy. Still… they raised their hand, finding the front of his shirt deftly.

"That's… enough," they sighed deeply. Moments later, when they had sat back down on their bedroll and watched him walk away into the night, was when they finally considered the thought that nagged at the back of their mind. He had still gotten exactly what he wanted. Festé had lain awake for a long time that night, thinking it over as they watched the fire. Even when Astarion had eventually made his way back into camp, they had simply closed their eyes until they knew he was stretched out and resting. They took a deep breath, and reached out; grabbing one of the burning logs and letting the sizzling pain ground them into their own restful state.

They had probably overcompensated: over the next weeks, Festé repressed their emotions in favour of studying Astarion's. Every morning after they braided and tied their hair up, and after everyone had eaten breakfast together, they had calmly made their way over to the elf's tent. Every morning, they offered their neck to him again; and every evening, he made his way to them, partaking in the offer. They studied his reaction every time, cataloguing each. Slowly, they made note of his tells. His smirk was practiced, but the way his gaze fell away from their own betrayed his confusion and hinted at something more complex brewing beneath the surface. Days went by, but the ranger caught each movement, expression, breath, vocal pattern, and gesture that was uncharacteristic to Astarion's façade. In return, he opened up, albeit gradually, about the Gur, Cazador, and his life before he was kidnapped; and Festé had taken each piece of the puzzle in stride. They were still wary when he propositioned them, though, given the history that he had shared.

Festé had taken him up on his offer, and while the first encounter had been amicable enough overall, they couldn't help but think about the hushed whispers they had heard as they entered the clearing. As Astarion emerged from the trees, the pieces fell into place. His smirk was carefully practiced, and his bare shoulders were set in a way that revealed decades of precise composure. Beyond that, Festé observed the way that his forehead creased, as if the pale elf were fighting some physical reaction. Their scent? No - they looked deeper. His eyes looked blank and glassy, distant. He had mentioned briefly that Cazador would send him into the city to hunt, so they had to assume that he was as familiar with the art of seduction as they were. What a pitiable fate the two had shared, to have gone through such a similar chain of events. The tiefling supposed that, whatever the elf's reasoning for choosing to sleep with them now, they would do their best to not be judgemental. As well, they would try to make it a somewhat pleasant experience.

When he mentioned that he had been waiting to have them, they narrowed their eyes. His smile was slightly pinched, and a line formed between his eyebrows. Astarion didn't really want to do this, did he? Not this way. They smiled though, relenting. He could make his own choices, and he was making this one for a reason. Festé couldn't help but be interested in what reason it was, especially when the elf spoke up once again.

"That's what you want, isn't it? To lose yourself in me?" The line had sent them reeling, especially paired with the defeated look on his face. Festé was struck dumb for the briefest moment, remembering the occasions when they had said something eerily similar. It only bolstered their resolve, and they nodded firmly to Astarion's question. "I thought so," he had whispered, and smiled sadly.

The tiefling had been abnormally shy about undressing in front of him, even given the fact that most of the companions had already seen each other in various states of indecency. They had all bathed in the same river, after all. When his lips touched theirs, they were surprised to find how cold they were. They found themself leaning against him when his arms circled their waist, and enjoying the chills that went up their abdomen and chest. When he unceremoniously pushed them to their back on the forest floor, Festé felt their stomach turn over in an oddly comforting way. Astarion's eyes met their own briefly, and they lifted their chin in a half-nod before his lips sought their neck. This was it, surely? One hand found his shoulder, while the other was splayed among the leaves. This was it, they closed their eyes and sighed out as he fed. It had truly been a power-play. To what end, though? He pulled back from their neck, sighing harshly and shaking his head a bit.

Festé had leaned up on their elbows slightly, looking up into his eyes, which had once again gone glassy. Nevertheless, Astarion seemed to persist with the encounter; though, his movements were decidedly stiffer and more disciplined as the night went on. After they had spoken, somewhat awkwardly, the next morning, he didn't seek out their company for several days. Festé felt cold, oddly enough. They weren't usually emotional when it came to sex, but this had been an especially perplexing encounter. The air seemed to have changed between themself and the elf, yet they still offered him their neck every night without fail. Just as a kicked dog went back to their master. It was simply transactional, there was no deeper meaning than that. At least, that's what they told themself at the time. Festé was always perfectly polite about their silent deal, and made light conversation with Astarion at the mouth of his tent each morning and night. Over time, they found themself wanting to linger near him a little longer. They caught him, more than once, shooting them confused glances, and would smile to themself. He didn't want them, but they would content themself with being his friend.

Festé thought that they had him figured out, but he caught their sleeve one night in his fingertips, pulling them away from camp. The elf's tone was almost too airy, until the point where he confessed his feelings for them. They hid their reaction to the barb fairly easily, since it was clear that Astarion had never been in a situation like this before. They flinched imperceptibly when he called them a 'complication,' but supposed that he didn't have any other language to describe his feelings. The tiefling infringed on his personal space cautiously, weighing each step while they looked into the proverbial lion's mouth; and they threw their arms around him with a hoarse sigh. When he stiffened, the tiefling imagined that he would violently shove them away. He didn't. Slowly, his arms curled around them in return, and he lay his forehead on their shoulder. They pulled away slowly after a moment, and he eventually offered his hand to hold. They stood together for a long moment, and Festé felt, for the first time, that Astarion was studying them as intently as they were studying him. He spoke up after a moment, and told them that he didn't want to sleep with one another for the time being.

"I don't, either," they admitted calmly. Truth be told, they were probably as uncomfortable with the prospect as he seemed to be. The tiefling had never had a storybook romance - not that they craved that narrative, specifically - they had only ale-soaked memories and one-night-stands that they would rather forget. It had been a long time since someone afforded them the basic respect of wanting something 'real.' If Astarion wanted to give it an honest try, they would do it with him. Together. They judged his reaction, one of quiet surprise, and he had nodded. The first genuine smile they had seen from him slowly crept over his features, and they returned it.

It wasn't until later, when Festé rose from their bedroll fitfully and walked off out of camp, that the gravity of the situation hit them. The others were asleep, and they dared not stray too far out of the light of the lanterns, so they planted themself on one of the jutting roots. The tiefling curled around themself and began to cry, silently. How could they dream of being vulnerable with someone after what happened last time? The entire night, they were tormented by the spectres of their own past.

Once upon a time, they told themself as they set down the dagger they were sharpening and took up another, there was a talented young thief. A talented young thief that should have never been in the business in the first place. A talented young thief, they smiled grimly into the darkness, hearing a different voice in their head than their own; and feeling it nauseate their stomach. Even after all these years, and several layers of earth between them and his memory.

Not long after their parents' passing, Festé was looking for work. They travelled south from Baldur's Gate for a time, and found what they were looking for in a small Guild in Amn. They hadn't been lying when they told Astarion about the interrogation. The tiefling had all but waltzed into the headquarters, green and only seventeen summers old, and the Guildmaster had his underlings tie them up while he chastised them. Festé was cocky, and said they could slip the knots in under two minutes. They had shifted in their seat, spreading their legs subtly, and the Guildmaster had leered at them openly with a scoff of annoyance.

"Fine. Slip them before I lose my patience, and I'll consider letting you run a job," he laughed. The imp joined in, holding their hands up as he opened his mouth to continue. Then three of the other Guild members jumped on him when he drew the longest dagger that Festé had ever seen and started towards them. They were in, that much was sure.

The man, a tall half-elf, had later introduced himself as Caeusan. He told Festé in no uncertain terms that because they stuck out like a sore thumb in a city full of humans, they would be doing grunt work. "And you can expect," he sneered, "To be treated like the hellspawn that you are." The tiefling was unfazed, and grinned at him. He had a temper, presumably because he was just as bottom-of-the-barrel as they were. They wondered off-hand how many times he had been reminded of that very thing when he threw a simple set of leather armour at them over his desk. In a matter of months, he would be the one bending them over that desk and taking them roughly.

They had lost count, over the years, of how many times it had been, but they had memorized the pattern of the rough wood grain, and could still smell the oiled surface. Caeusan decided that their innate talent needed to be rewarded when they brought him home bags of gold; and punished them when they returned empty-handed. As such, they made him, and the Guild, a lot of money those first few years. Sometimes nights with the half-elf had been genuinely good. He trained them to be a better thief, and they spent a lot of time in his office learning dagger tricks. He took them under their wing as a teacher would with a young acolyte, and he could be tender and caring when he tried.

One night, shortly before their twentieth summer began, he had taken them to his bed. Festé had gotten into a scrap that evening with a mark and had escaped, only narrowly fulfilling the contract. However, it was not before the mark had sunk a morningstar into their upper chest. The tiefling's collarbone was broken cleanly in two, and their shoulder had been dislocated. The latter had been an easy fix, Caeusan had popped it back in himself, then forced them to suck laudanum off his fingers. They watched his eyes the entire time, shifting their arm in its sling when the pain subsided gradually and letting out a sigh of relief. The half-elf caressed their cheek before undressing them, then himself. He made love to them that night, slowly and rather tenderly. The two fell asleep, side by side, and he had held them until morning. The behaviour repeated for weeks on end as the tiefling healed, not only sex, but sharing a bed. It had gotten to the point where Caeusan could simply lay his palm against their back, and they would be wanting for more. The iciness that had initially characterized their relationship was slowly melting away.

"I want you to remember, Festé," he would breathe into their ear in the darkness, "That you are a special one. You are a talented young thief, and you'll have the realm on its back if you stay by my side." Slowly, he would roll his hips to theirs, chuckling deeply when it would force breathless moans from their chest. One night, they finally had the courage to answer him. It hadn't been unlike others; he was chasing his pleasure between their thighs, and caging him on the bed with his body.

"Why… do you always say those things, Caeusan? Do you want me by your side, truly?" They rested a hand on his chest when he kneeled above them. His dark hair was tousled, and his forehead was slick with sweat. He had glanced down at their hand, considering their gentle touch with a devious smirk.

"Because you're my secret weapon, lover. And I intend to make use of you." It was the closest thing to a compliment that Festé had heard from him. At the time, they hadn't realized just how true his words would become.

The next time that Caeusan had given them a job, they were stunned, and had expressed as much, in their way. "You cannot be serious," they murmured to him, leaning back in the chair with their hand over their eyes. The half-elf leaned across the desk, his bark of a laugh ringing out in the small room.

"Oh, but I am. This is the way to get the target to talk. He needs a… soft touch, if you will." He stood, walking around the desk and pulling their hand down by their wrist. "And you have two choices, as always. Do the job, or…"

"Or get out," Festé sighed, and it earned them a soft caress on their cheek.

"That's right, my beloved pet. Run along, and don't come home if you can't bring yourself to spread your legs. We do have our coffers to think of."

It went on for so long that it became their specialty, and they eventually gained a reputation not unlike that of a black widow. Caeusan paraded them happily, because it was the most gold that the Guild had seen in years. Festé came to see it as second nature, as a simple routine to follow; and they kept their mouth shut. They had the sense to recognize when they were well-fed.

There was one night that stuck out to them in particular from those days, not because the target was especially memorable, but because of what happened when they reached Caeusan's quarters afterwards. The target had been a rather dashing middle-aged human, and Festé had found that when he touched them, it was more out of care than a need to quell his own physical desire. He had even taken a long foray between their legs; licking over them sweetly instead of fucking them raw and unprepared, as many of their marks had been wont to do. The tiefling had found real moans escaping from their throat alongside the carefully rehearsed ones. A sudden tug behind their navel had pulled them under a wave of ecstasy, and they felt the man chuckle against their thigh before sitting up and wiping his lips slowly with the back of his hand.

"First time?" he had murmured. "You darling little thing, I'll make sure to be gentle." And he was. For the first time in four years, Festé knew pleasure as would befit a lover, not simply a plaything. He had kissed them slowly as he had slipped inside them, and been notably delicate when pulling their legs around his waist and resting his weight on top of them. The feelings of warmth, though foreign, had stuck with them until the moment they entered Caeusan's office at the end of that week. He had asked them about the job, not even looking up from the letter he was penning, and Festé had blurted out the truth.

"It was… pleasant. He seemed to be a very tender man. He made me…" they dropped the bag of gold on the desk absently, and the half-elf looked up, his eyebrows drawn together.

"He made you what, pet?" Caeusan murmured, laying down his quill.

"He… He finished me off, I suppose is the term. I didn't realize that things could feel… that way." They remembered tilting their head at him, how confused they had been when they continued. "When you and I fuck, it doesn't feel like that. Why not?" There was a beat of silence between the two, and, well… Caeusan had lost his temper. He hadn't even bothered with the desk that time, instead favouring a position where he could grind the tiefling's cheek against the rough stone floor, their wrists pinned behind their back in his other hand. Initially, they had struggled, but found it was less painful to submit. The half-elf was stronger than he appeared, and had more weight on them. He withdrew when he was finished, leaving Festé on the ground, their chest heaving with muffled sobs.

"Come now, pet. Don't you want your question answered? Sit up." Caeusan hissed, and they gingerly did as they were told. He reached down and grabbed the front of their shirt, wrenching them halfway off the ground to face him. "It's because you don't deserve it. You're a weapon. A means to an end. No more important to me than a common tavern whore." He let them go, and they fell hard against the cobbles, catching themself on their elbows and looking up at him. "You've only ever been worth the gold you bring me; and the somewhat satisfying heat of your cunt. I am not here," he paused, pressing the toe of his boot firmly between their thighs. A threat. "To coddle you. Clean up, and get out of my sight." With that, he had stormed from the room, leaving Festé frozen for several moments before they blinked, their gaze catching on the hearth in the corner. They all but crawled across the room, kneeling there and hesitantly raising a hand, before bringing it down on top of one of the flame-licked logs and stifling a scream of agony. They held it for several moments, focusing on the way their palm crackled and started to blister from the heat. It had an almost sedative effect on them. Panting, they dropped the log and left the room in silence.

Over the next month, they had tried to push the encounter from their mind. One night, while out in the city, they paused in the street as people hurried all around them, looking up at the moon. Festé sighed, taking in the simple beauty, smiling at the fullness, and how the light drowned out the stars. They sighed out and continued along the street, finding a tavern room for the night. Caeusan's temper hadn't gotten any better recently, especially since they avoided sharing his bed. They had decided they would rather use their cut from a job to pay for a room than have to deal with him for the time being.

The morning brought a wave of nausea so strong it had wrenched them from sleep and the inn's threadbare blankets alike. After emptying the contents of their stomach into the room's single chamber pot, they sat splay-legged on the floor. The tiefling was lost, they didn't tend to have a weak stomach, and had only ever thrown up when they were very ill. Maybe something they ate had been poisoned? They closed their eyes, retracing their steps the previous night. They had finished a short job, mainly entertaining a low-ranking noble, and he had fallen asleep before they could make it to bed together. Festé had left, taking supper in the form of stew at the inn… Wait. They had left, and stopped to look up at the moon before reaching the inn. Their eyes snapped open. The full moon, their blood had always come by the full moon. "Shit," they hissed, resting their hand on their roiling stomach. The nausea was beginning to ebb away as they looked down. Their thoughts strayed to their mother for a moment, and her insistent warnings to always consume nararoot before joining with a man. Festé had always done so, often brewing a tea or chewing the root itself before departing for a job. The only time they had been caught off-guard was very recently.

"Why now?" The tiefling sighed, resting their head back against the edge of the bed; and sat for a long time, closing their eyes. Caeusan wouldn't want to keep it, for Hells' sake. Maybe he could tell them where to find a healer, at least. They got up gingerly, considering the alternative briefly before pushing the idea from their mind altogether. They made their way back to the Guild, feeling as if they were floating above their own body the entire time. Once there, they knocked at Caeusan's door, entering when they heard him grunt from within.

"So, the prodigal thief returns, hmm?" he murmured, rising from his chair and crossing the room to take their face in his hands. They flinched as he raised his arms, and he tutted at them, giving them a condescending smirk. "Oh, calm now, little pet. You know that your mentor would never dream of harming you." Festé's skin prickled as he spoke, and their breath seemed to die in their throat, choking them.

"I… Caeusan," they rasped, "I need your help, I'm…"

"What is it?" he purred.

"I need to find a healer. I need something… taken care of." The tiefling squirmed in his grip.

"Why is it my concern, then?" the half-elf arched one eyebrow at them.

"Caeusan, I'm… I'm with child. It's yours." They closed their eyes, bracing for impact, but it didn't come. Instead, the half-elf hummed, before laughing out loud. He pet their cheek, and when his eyes met theirs, they were steely and cold.

"You don't want to carry my child, Festé?" he mock-pouted. "Why not? You would look simply precious with a swollen belly."

"I don't want a child at all," they whispered, and he turned them around in his arms, pulling them so that their back met his chest. He began to kiss slowly over their neck, locking one arm over their chest. His touch was almost comforting, and the tiefling relaxed minutely.

"Very well. I'll grant your wish, pet." His tone was velvet against their neck, and distracting. So much so, that they only noticed the dagger when the firelight glinted off the blade in the corner of their eye. There was only searing pain after that, and the tiefling collapsed forwards on their hands and knees, gasping and heaving. They were too surprised to even scream, dazedly bringing one hand to the hilt of the weapon. "I hope you meant exactly what you said, though. Do you understand how much of a liability you've just become for me? I ought to…"

The rest of Caeusan's words were drowned out by the blood rushing in Festé's ears, and the pain momentarily drained away. Something in their mind snapped, then. They straightened up slightly, resting on their knees. Their movements were mechanical, working the dagger free, ready to apply pressure with their free hand once it was. Something feral entered them, and they were on their feet in a split second, boots sure on the rough stone as they turned. Time seemed to stand still as they let out a bloodcurdling scream of fury, thrusting the dagger upward. They only needed one good shot, they thought; and to their satisfaction, their aim was true between Caeusan's jawbones. Festé's eyes were wide, a snarl ripping from their chest as they watched the blade peek up through his tongue, sinking through his hard palate with a crunch. They bared their teeth, continuing to scream in his face unintelligibly as he started to choke on his own blood. They pushed the hilt up firmly, drawing on strength they didn't know they had, until the dagger was fully buried in the half-elf's head. His hands came up, closing weakly around their neck. They screamed until their ears began to ring and their throat ran hoarse. Panting, Festé pulled the dagger out of its new sheath, and Caeusan's body went down, twitching. He was drawing breath in short, gurgling gasps. They stood over him, silencing him with one strike of their boot.

Their own hysterical laughter filled their ears when they began to dart around the room, slipping all of the bags of gold and valuables they lay eyes on into their empty shoulder bag. A small penance for the abuse they had been put through at his hands. After that, they ran. Festé ran out of the Guild, surprised by the energy coursing through their limbs. Their hand was still tight against their abdomen, and their breath was coming ragged. Hadn't there been a temple nearby? Their mind gradually became foggy, and they groaned, feeling blood leak from between their fingers. The imp stopped, revolving slowly on the spot in the city's square, and hummed through their teeth when they found their mark. They began to stagger in the direction of the modestly-sized building, collapsing against the door after a matter of moments and sinking down, losing their footing in the process. The final reserve of their strength went to their right hand, lifting it shakily and pounding on the wood with the butt of the dagger. It opened after a moment, and they collapsed again into the front room.

"Help… me…" the tiefling gritted out, before the darkness closed in on them.

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Festé didn't know how long they were under, but each time they came to, they were only aware of their right hand clutching the dagger tightly.

"…lost so much blood already!" one voice hissed out of the darkness.

"Their insides are mangled, Ilmater save them…" Festé drew a wracking breath, vaguely aware of their armour being cut open and removed, along with their shirt. Their vision was double, and they sank under again when the pain peaked.

They blinked their eyes open again, this time a spoon was at their lips, and they felt an arm curled around their back, holding them upright. The air felt chilly on their bare chest as they sipped. The liquid tasted like warm mead, and the tiefling began to drink greedily. Their head lolled back as they passed out again, and the arm lay them back down. Somewhere in the dark, gentle hands were beckoning to them. When two familiar faces swam into view, Festé shrank back from them, crying out. It couldn't be real, they had to be having a fever dream.

"Hold on." An assertive voice. Festé's mother.

"Wake up, my child." A soothing, rich voice. Festé's father. Then they were alone in the darkness again. Their breathing evened out to something deep and calm, and they slept.

An indeterminate amount of time later, they awoke, stirring gingerly and looking around. They were resting on a stone dais, and their stomach was bandaged with clean linen, they could tell by the way it caught on their fingertips. The dagger was still clenched in their right hand, covered in dried blood. Festé tried to sit up, and groaned.

"I wouldn't move, child." They turned their head to the left, laying eyes on a wizened human woman, presumably a cleric, who smiled warmly at them. "You're quite the fighter, aren't you, little imp? You lashed out when we tried to take that from you." She inclined her chin toward the dagger. "I like having both of my eyes, so I ordered the acolytes to leave it be. Now," she got up from her seat, an unassuming wooden chair, "Tell me your name, and I will ask my god to lay a blessing on you so that you may leave."

"Festé…" they coughed. Their throat felt as if it were coated with sand.

"Festé. What a beautiful name, child." She started forward, resting her hand on the linen, and her eyes glowed. The woman never broke eye contact, and the tiefling was momentarily transfixed. A dry heat seemed to melt down their body from the crown of their head, and they began to weep in relief. The woman helped them sit up and held them, and Festé dropped the dagger at their side, clinging to her by her robes.

"Thank you, gods. Thank you for helping me…" they trailed off, they hadn't been given her name.

"Sarius. You'll need my name if you're to come visit again, dear. As for thanking me, I need you to know that…" Sarius drew them away, looking into their eyes once more. "As you have healed, there has been a significant amount of damage. It is unlikely that you will ever have children."

Festé nodded slowly. "How unlikely?" they whispered.

"You're barren, child. My colleagues and I did what we could, but…"

They cut her off, laying a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. I understand, and I appreciate everything you've done for me."

It was still several days before Festé had bid Sarius goodbye. While resting, they had a long time to think. They had stayed at the temple for three weeks, and their twenty-second summer was nearing. Their things were packed neatly in a large backpack, and Sarius had given them a tent and a bedroll. The valuables and gold they had taken from Caeusan were stowed for travel. Their plan was to make the journey back north to Baldur's Gate after resupplying in Athkatla. Beyond that, Festé had no idea what was supposed to come next. They had grown tired of the ways in which people were cruel to one another. Sarius had talked with them about it, and suggested living off the land for a while, Maybe, they thought. Something was missing, though.

They crossed the room - a room that Sarius had put them up in, with a simple bed - to take in their reflection in the mirror. Suddenly, the tiefling laughed, drawing their long hair into a bunch with one hand, and drawing the dagger - their dagger, now - with the other. One slick of the blade, and they brought their fist down, smiling fondly at it. A fresh start.

They had done the same, the night after Astarion had confessed. He had smiled at the change, and told them that they looked dashing while winding his fingers into their hair. Thus began a new kind of intimacy for the both of them, one that was relatively innocent.

Festé remembered the conversations the two had about boundaries adoringly. They had felt as anxious as Astarion had looked, but eventually the two worked it out.

"Are you still comfortable with me feeding on you, darling?" His voice was quiet against their shoulder, playing with their fingers as the two lay in his tent. It was their final night in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Festé opened their eyes, chuckling a bit and pressing their fingers between his gently.

"Of course I am. But you don't have to do it while I'm unconscious anymore. I'm not some sleeping princess." There was silence for a moment, then the elf had burst into laughter. It was genuine, and had warmed the tiefling's heart. "What?" they chuckled. "You're a hunter too, I'm sure you appreciate live prey." He only laughed harder at that, pressing his face into their neck to muffle the sound.

"That's a relief," Astarion murmured when he caught his breath. Festé glanced down, only to see a single red eye peeking up at them.

"Good. Are you okay with me sleeping with you in your tent, or would you prefer if I didn't?" The elf had lifted his head slowly, chewing his lip as he considered it. He opened his mouth, closing it again and tilting his head.

"I think… that I would like to try that. I've… I've never done that before, I'll confess." He looked sheepish, smirking at them.

"I haven't done much of it either, to be honest." Festé smiled reassuringly.

"Am I supposed to…" he shook his head a bit. "Am I allowed to, rather. Am I allowed to hold you?" he whispered. They had noted the concern in his tone, and chose their words carefully.

"You're allowed to, yes. But you're not required to. Does that sound fair, Star?" They had no time to react before the elf threw his arm and leg over them.

"Giving me pet names already, darling?" Astarion had tutted at them. "You must really be smitten, mustn't you?" They watched him hesitate for a moment, and wondered what he was thinking. He leaned over, planting a soft kiss to their cheek. "May I… Hmm." He pulled away from them. "Do you trust me, darling?"

"I do," Festé said simply. They wanted to; if he had wanted to hurt them, he would have already. The elf nodded, and gently guided the tiefling to lay on their stomach before he straddled their hips. They felt his weight shift as he leaned forward. What was he doing? Their heart started to pound when one of his hands pushed into their hair, brushing it aside. He paused, resting his hand above their shoulder on the bedroll. Festé shivered when his lips brushed over their skin, and they felt him inhale slowly.

"You smell…" Gingerly, he rested most of his weight on top of them. "Intoxicating, love. I must say it's rather distracting, especially in such close quarters."

"Pinned on my stomach in your one-man tent does count as close quarters, I suppose," Festé sighed out, relaxing under his touch.

"Indeed, and I suppose you wouldn't mind it if I…" he trailed off, his voice husky against their shoulder. That was all it took, Festé thought. Each of their interactions was to be a trust fall from now on. When they nodded and rested their head on their crossed arms, Astarion held them as a lover would, pressing his fangs into their neck. Somehow, the objectively violent act melted all of the tension and confusion away.

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To any outside observer, Festé mused, their relationship with Astarion might look the same as their relationship with Caeusan had been. A relationship in which one party gave all they had; and the other took, greedily and relentlessly. Festé didn't see it that way, they intimately knew the difference between danger and safety now. Blood had been shed, of course, but never without their consent. Both of them had chosen this, and each other. Not for survival, not for fear of disobedience, and certainly not because either of them were obligated.

Festé watched the tides change, a smile growing on their face when they saw the first rays of sun stretch over the horizon. The imp rose from their stool slowly, stretching along with it. They so desperately wanted to greet a future sunrise with Astarion. Together. With a deep sigh, they crouched to gather the weapons they had finished sharpening, and stole into the house to put them away. They were halfway to the bathroom to clean their palm wound when Astarion called out to them softly.

"Darling, did you stay out all night? Honestly…" they laughed, soaping up their hand and ignoring the twinge of pain it brought. There was a moment of silence, and they assumed he was sniffing the air. "You cut yourself again? Gods below, You…" he fell silent when they came through the doorway, if only for a moment. "You're hopeless."

"You love me regardless," the imp smiled warmly at him. They glanced down at the hearth for a moment, the happy flames dancing around the last of the logs. Once, they would have been drawn to the pain those flames offered.

"I do, my dear. Come here," he whispered, "I missed you."

They turned back to him, tears welling in their eyes, though they still smiled. Things were different now. They didn't want to hurt anymore. The tiefling lay down with their elf, soaking in his cool embrace.

"My love… What's the matter?" His fingers found their cheek, and his eyes were wide with concern.

"It's nothing that can hurt me anymore, Star. However, I do have a very long story to tell you. Will you indulge me?" Festé whispered.

He smiled at that. "Until the end of time, my dear."

notes/extras:

Caeusan is pronounced "Sey-uh-san" ♡ and he is neutral evil ♡

i looked into the lore of Amn (including population distribution) and humans are the most common race in the province(?), with half-elves making up very little of the demographics; and assumably, tieflings make up less than a blip being that it's roughly 1481 DR at the time Festé arrives in the area

from what i could glean: laudanum is a general anaesthetic in FR lore (so, he kind of gave them drugs but they were for pain-relief); and nararoot is an "infertility treatment" type birth control- like the Pill; and! apparently in FR canon, healing potions taste like spicy honey (hence the mead)

i know, festé committed the cardinal sin of removing the object one is stabbed with when they get stabbed, but consider: it would be so satisfying to kill the person that abused you with their own weapon

this chapter has been the easiest to write out of all of them so far- which is surprising considering the themes, good golly :'D

i actually didn't start crying until typing up the last part in the tent while i was listening to First Light. LMAO i'm ovulating give me a fucking break hahah

i really wanted to include the graveyard scene but it wasn't tenable with the sheer length of this chapter- it will be linked here (and in the masterlist) later as a oneshot

last thing: go back and listen to the playlist again (or, if you haven't already) i can guarantee that some of the songs take on a bit of a new meaning after this journey into festé's backstory

if you read this chapter, just stumbled on this fic, have supported it from the beginning, or are just here for fun, i appreciate you! you rock! if it intrigues you, check out the masterlist at the top of this post! thank you!!

[zeawesomebirdie]

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? 🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here. Two can play the beetle game!

[for this ask game here]

Thank you so much for the ask Sun!!

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

Oh man this is a story. So, when I was a little kid, my family used to go on road trips all the time, and to pass the time, I would tell stories to my siblings about whatever movies we had watched recently. I didn't know that fanfiction was a thing until I was 11, when one of my friends at school told me about ff.net, and then I started writing down my fics, so that when I turned 13 I could make an account over there and post my fics too

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Bruce was Dick's very first crush, and he never ever gets over that, even if it's a universe where they don't end up together

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

I answered this here, but another thing that makes me click away is preachy writing, where the author appears to be using their fic as a soapbox for whatever moral argument they're trying to make

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here.

Thank you for this, I just added like 500 words to the Britt/Kato fic I've been avoiding for the last two weeks!!

full snippet below the cut

Britt led him down the hall, flicking the parlor lights off as he passed the switch. Once in the bedroom, Britt released his hand, and instead of the usual running commentary on what they would be doing come morning, Britt stayed quiet as he began preparing for bed.

That wasn’t the odd thing, in and of itself; after all, Britt was usually more reserved after a night where the Hornet had to save Kato rather than the other way around. But there was something decidedly off about Britt’s behavior, about his silence, Kato was sure of it by the time Britt slipped into bed beside him, tenting his knees under the covers as he leaned back against the headboard before turning to look at Kato with an unreadable expression.

“Can I ask you something, Kato?” Britt asked, his hands fisting into the quilt as though he was fighting the urge to hide beneath it.

Kato had been expecting this, but when he nodded for Britt to go ahead, the question itself was entirely unexpected.

“Would you ever want a family?”

It seemed that all the air in the bedroom had been sucked out the windows all at once. Kato stared back at Britt, a million answers on his tongue, yet none of them the right ones, not when Britt was twisting the quilt between his hands and clearly waiting for some sort of reply. Even after a deep breath, which did nothing to steady his now racing thoughts, Kato couldn’t formulate any kind of sentence that would adequately express just what it was he wanted.

“I mean,” Britt said after a long silence, “would you ever want a family with me?”

“How would that work, what with Miss Case?” Kato managed to ask, his heart in his throat.

That was the wrong thing to say.

Britt deflated, looking down at the quilt bunched in his hands, his lips drawing down in a frown though he was visibly trying to not let his face betray him.

“I haven’t got a clue.” His voice was no longer the confident tone Kato was used to from him; instead he sounded almost lost. “It was just a— just a thought, a whim. Nothing meant by it.”

Whatever emotions crashed within Kato’s chest, he couldn’t bear the sight of Britt’s clear dejection, and Kato took one of Britt’s hands in his own. Britt didn’t react whatsoever, his hand limp in Kato’s, even when Kato tried to lace their fingers together.

“No, Britt, please,” he said softly, and somehow that got Britt to look back at him, “I would want— I do want a family with you.” He paused for a breath, just in case Britt wanted to say something, and when he didn’t, Kato continued. “We just need to think about how we can go about it. Miss Case would be happy to help, would she not?”

[maple-sheep]

YHS fic.

I haven't posted on a while sorry.

WARNING, this fic contains smut, rape/non-con, violence. Don't like don't read.

Fic below cut.

Grian lay curled up on a bed that wasn’t his, his wings pressed uncomfortably against his back under a shirt that wasn’t his, his mind struggling to drift off into sleep. Just as he felt himself on the verge of slumber, the creak of the door opening shattered the stillness. Without needing to look, he knew it was Sam who had entered.

Attempting to ignore the interruption, Grian kept his eyes shut, only to feel the weight shift on the bed as Sam settled down next to him. Reluctantly, Grian turned to face him.

"What do you want, Sam?" he inquired, his voice tinged with irritation.

"My room's too cold. I'm crashing here for the night," Sam announced casually, throwing off the covers and sliding under them before Grian could protest.

As Grian attempted to find his way back to sleep, his discomfort grew with Sam's proximity. Suddenly, he felt a hand brushing down his side, causing him to jerk and attempt to inch away. However, before he could react further, Sam's firm grip on his hips pulled him closer. Grian recoiled into himself, desperate to put as much distance as possible between him and Sam.

"Stop struggling," Sam's voice hissed in Grian's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Ignoring the command, Grian fought back even harder, attempting to break free from Sam's firm hold. However, Sam abruptly sat up, using his weight to effectively trap Grian against the mattress.

"Why are you being so difficult, Tuartis?" Sam's tone was unnervingly calm as he leaned in closer, pressing him down with deliberate force.

"I'm not T-... Get off me," Grian's voice wavered slightly as he tried to kick out with a leg, only to realize that Sam had firmly trapped both of his legs. The sense of helplessness only heightened Grian's panic, his heart racing as Sam's proximity seemed to suffocate him.

Leaning down, Sam's breath tickled Grian's neck as he moved excruciatingly slowly, causing Grian to tense in fear. The sensation of Sam pressing and grinding against Grian's leg sent a wave of revulsion through him, his body tensing involuntarily at the unwanted contact. Grian squirmed beneath Sam's weight, his discomfort growing with each passing moment, his mind racing for a way out of the precarious situation that was rapidly spiraling out of control.

The sharp pain of Sam's bite on Grian's neck elicited a strangled yelp, indicating the intensity with which the act was carried out. Feeling the pressure of Sam's teeth digging in a bit too forcefully, Grian winced, a mixture of discomfort and fear coursing through him. A moment later, Sam released one of Grian's hands, seizing the opportunity to forcefully pull down Grian's pants, further stripping him of his control over the situation.

Reacting on instinct, Grian used his free hand to strike out at Sam, his talons inadvertently slashing across Sam's face in a desperate attempt to defend himself. The unexpected attack caused Sam to stumble backwards, a cry of pain escaping his lips as he reeled from the sharp pain inflicted by Grian's claws. Seizing the moment of reprieve, Grian took advantage of the opening, quickly kicking Sam away, leaping off the bed, and making a frantic dash towards the door with adrenaline-fueled urgency.

However, Sam's quick reflexes intervened before Grian could make his escape, grabbing him and forcefully slamming him against the wall, his grip tightening around Grian's throat in a menacing hold.

"What are you doing?" Grian managed to growl out, his voice strained with a mixture of anger and fear as Sam pressed himself against him once more. The sharpness of Sam's nails digging into Grian's vulnerable neck sent a shiver of pain down his spine, the metallic tang of blood filling the air in a chilling reminder of the danger he was in.

"Move again and I'll snap your neck," Sam's threat hung heavy in the air, sending a wave of fear through Grian as he nodded in silent compliance. With a cruel persistence, Sam moved his hand back to Grian's pants, continuing his invasive actions despite Grian's inner turmoil and conflicting emotions, the physical touch eliciting an unwelcome response from Grian's body even amidst his feelings of revulsion and helplessness.

Sam's actions turned increasingly vile as he dragged his fingers across Grian's exposed vulnerability, sending a shiver of revulsion through him. The sensation of Sam's touch on such an intimate part of him left Grian feeling violated and trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, the unmistakable sound of fabric being moved reached his ears, signaling the impending darkness of the situation.

"I don't remember you having feathers, Tuartis," Sam's words were laced with a rough edge as he forcefully tugged on Grian's tail feathers, causing a sharp, piercing pain to shoot through Grian's body.

“I-I’m not Tuartis…” He said with a trembling voice, his denial barely audible as he whispered desperately. Sam callously ripped out two of his largest tail feathers in a single cruel motion, the searing pain causing Grian to cry out in anguish, knowing it would take months for them to regrow, a constant reminder of this traumatic violation.

The brutality of the act did not stop there, as Sam proceeded to press the tip of his member against Grian's trembling entrance, not caring to prep him, pushing forward without regard for the agony he was inflicting. With a combination of fear and excruciating pain, Grian whimpered and struggled against the invasion, his body tensing in protest as each torturous inch further breached his boundaries. The sensation of being forced beyond his limits tore through Grian, the unbearable pain becoming overwhelming as Sam continued to mercilessly drive deeper until he reached the very core of Grian's being.

Unable to contain his anguish any longer, Grian's cries echoed off the walls, tears streaming down his face as he clung to the cold wall for support, his legs threatening to give out beneath him as he struggled to endure the unbearable torment that threatened to consume him whole. In that excruciating moment, Grian felt a part of him break, his spirit shattered by the cruel violation that left him trembling and broken, a mere shell of the person he once was.

The violent rhythm of Sam's thrusts grew more relentless with each brutal motion, his actions driving Grian to emit a harrowing blend of half-moans and half-screams that reverberated through the room. The force with which Sam withdrew his length only to violently slam it back inside Grian left him gasping for air, his senses overwhelmed by the sharp pain and pleasure that mingled in a twisted dance of agony and ecstasy.

As if the physical violation wasn't enough, Sam's savage tendencies extended to further marking his territory on Grian's body, his teeth sinking into Grian's neck with a ferocity that left behind a chaotic tapestry of purple, black, and red bruises, a testament to the brutality of their encounter. The macabre scene descended into a new level of horror as Sam turned his attention to the bloody marks his nails had left, his twisted actions pushing boundaries of cruelty as he ravaged Grian's flesh, leaving behind fresh wounds that oozed crimson trails down his skin.

In a desperate attempt to dull the searing pain that consumed him, Grian summoned the last vestiges of his strength, his head throbbing with agony as he forcibly collided it with the unyielding surface of the wall. The intense surge of pain that erupted through him barely masked the torturous reality of his situation, the unrelenting assault on his body pushing him to the brink of despair.

Sam's taunting laugh cut through the air like a blade, his mockery a stark contrast to the agony he inflicted upon Grian. Gripping Grian's hair with a cruel force, Sam maliciously hurled his head back against the wall once more, the impact eliciting a primal shout of pain from Grian as he struggled to remain upright amidst the onslaught of brutality. Before his senses could fully recover from the disorienting impact, Grian felt a sharp sensation slicing across his hip, the telltale trail of blood marking the path of a blade that threatened to further mar his already battered form.

Finally relenting after what felt like an eternity, Sam withdrew from Grian's violated form, his body wracked with a pain that seemed to pierce his very soul. Unable to muster the strength to stand, Grian slumped to the ground, his stomach throbbing with a deep ache that mirrored the emptiness inside him. The sudden impact of Sam's foot striking his stomach caused Grian to double over in agony, his breath catching in his throat as he struggled to endure the brutal assault on his already battered body.

“On your knees, now.” His voice laced with a predatory hunger that sent a chill down Grian's spine. Refusing to yield to Sam's demands, Grian hesitated, prompting a swift punishment in the form of another vicious blow to his stomach that forced him to comply. With a mixture of fear and resignation, Grian sat up on his knees, his eyes filled with defiance even as his body trembled with pain and fear.

The glint of Sam's sinister grin reflected the twisted pleasure he derived from his sadistic actions,

“Open your mouth.” A knife poised dangerously in his hand as he issued his next command. Grian's compliance was a silent surrender, his mouth opening obediently as Sam thrust his member between his lips, pushing it past the threshold of resistance until it nestled at the back of his throat. The relentless thrusts that followed were a harrowing symphony of agony and humiliation, Grian's world reduced to a blur of pain and degradation as Sam's brutality continued to crush his spirit. The added torment of Sam's deliberate pressure on his member with his foot only served to deepen Grian's suffering, each painful sensation a cruel reminder of his powerlessness in the face of unyielding cruelty.

As Sam's sickeningly sweet words of praise echoed in the air, Grian's sense of revulsion only deepened, a bitter taste of disgust lingering in his mouth alongside the remnants of Sam's violation. The sheer audacity of Sam's twisted enjoyment in the midst of Grian's torment was a nauseating reminder of the powerlessness that engulfed him, a stark contrast to the facade of control he tried to maintain in the face of relentless brutality.

With a final, callous motion, Sam withdrew his member from Grian's mouth until only the tip remained poised on his tongue, his release staining Grian's senses with the acrid taste of salty cum. The involuntary gag that seized Grian threatened to expel the vile substance, his body instinctively recoiling from the violation he had been forced to endure. The demand to swallow it, to internalize the physical reminder of his degradation, was a cruel twist of the knife that tore at Grian's already fragile resolve.

“Swallow it.” Defiance burned fiercely in Grian's eyes as he refused to comply with Sam's command, his act of rebellion manifesting in the defiant gesture of spitting the substance onto Sam's foot, a small yet potent act of resistance in the face of overwhelming dominance. The swift repercussion of Sam's anger came in the form of a brutal blow that lanced through Grian's skull, a searing pain that momentarily eclipsed his senses as stars danced before his eyes, a testament to the ferocity of Sam's wrath.

Sam seized him roughly and dragged his limp form over to the bed, depositing him unceremoniously beneath the covers before joining him in the darkness that enveloped the room. The air hung heavy with a suffocating tension as Sam lay beside Grian, a chilling contrast to the warmth that had once defined intimacy, now tainted by the shadows of manipulation and cruelty that loomed over them both.

As the whispered words of false tenderness caressed Grian's ear, a cold shiver raced down his spine, the emptiness of the gesture a stark reminder of the twisted reality in which he found himself ensnared. Grian's whispered response barely carried through the suffocating weight of exhaustion and pain that bore down on him, his consciousness slipping away into the darkness that beckoned with a promise of respite from the torment that had shattered his spirit.

In the fleeting moments before unconsciousness claimed him, Grian's mind sought solace in the oblivion that awaited, a sanctuary from the nightmare that had become his reality, a fragile refuge in a world that had become a desolate wasteland of pain and betrayal. The stillness of the night enveloped them both, a haunting silence that belied the violence and anguish that had ravaged their souls, leaving only the echoes of a darkness that refused to be banished.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a pallid glow upon Grian's weary form as he struggled to rise from the bed, his body a canvas of pain and betrayal that bore the cruel marks of the previous night's ordeal. The relentless ache that seared through his muscles served as a grim reminder of the violation he had endured, a torment that refused to be subdued by the veil of morning light. Despite his fervent desire to retreat into the sanctuary of his room, Grian found himself compelled by Sam's oppressive command to attend school as Tuartis, a facade that now epitomized the facade of normalcy he was forced to maintain in the wake of unspeakable horrors.

As Grian dressed in the tattered remnants of his stained shirt, the tangible evidence of his suffering etched into the fabric in a grotesque tapestry of blood, spit, and cum, he recoiled from the reflection that greeted him in the mirror. The bruises that marred his neck like a macabre necklace of pain and submission, the unmistakable limp that betrayed the agony that gnawed at his every step - these were the cruel reminders that marked him as a victim of unseen terrors, a silent witness to the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface of his forced facade.

As Grian Tuartis navigated the halls of the school, his senses assailed by a cacophony of curious gazes and whispered rumors that trailed in his wake, he felt the weight of judgment and scrutiny press down upon him with a suffocating force. The concerned looks that flickered in the eyes of some students and teachers served as a fleeting comfort amidst the predatory hunger that gleamed in the eyes of others, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, waiting to consume him should he dare to stray from Sam's suffocating grip.

Each step forward felt like a hesitant surrender to the world that sought to devour him, the walls of the school closing in around him like a prison that held him captive in a cycle of torment and fear. Grian's heart yearned for escape, for a return to the familiar embrace of London's bustling streets, a home now tainted by the memories of a past that had been shattered beyond repair. The ache of longing that gripped his soul whispered of a distant hope, a fragile thread of resilience that dared to dream of a sanctuary untainted by the shadows that shadowed his every move.

Desperation clawed at Grian's heart as he navigated the treacherous waters of the school corridors, his gaze darting warily from one shadowed corner to the next, his every breath a reminder of the noose of captivity that bound him to a fate he could not escape. The distant echo of laughter and chatter mocked him with the harsh reality of his existence, a prisoner of his own flesh and blood, a ghost haunted by the specter of a past that refused to release its grip on his shattered soul. In the depths of his despair, a lone plea resounded in the hollow chambers of his heart - a cry for freedom, a yearning for redemption, a plea that whispered of a home that lay beyond the horizon of his shattered dreams.

[hajimesh]

𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 — olympic team / fem reader

[ atsumu, sakusa, suna, kageyama, gao, bokuto, hinata, iwaizumi, oikawa ]

the stress of the first match seems to be taking a toll on the team's spirit, and you refuse to sit and watch them fail when you know you can be of help. but can you really handle all of them?

(or, where you end up having a gang bang with 8 professional volleyball players, and 1 athletic trainer)

⥅ word c. 7,928

⥅ warnings. sub reader, gang bang, foursomes, voyeurism?, fellatio, cum play, vaginal penetration, anal, unprotected sex, creampie, facial, size + stomach bulging kink, praise kink, mild degradation, double penetration, pussy job (for like, one second), double vaginal penetration, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, someone passes out, aftercare

⥅author n. brought to u thanks to this tweet + @kmorgzz​ who suggested adding iwaoi to the mix

special mention to my wife and love of my life, runa. @tsumue​ u had me laughing at 4am as i read ur comments in the google doc. i don't know what i'd do without u, tysm for beta and putting up with me for the past week ♡ 

ps. im v sorry if ur fave didn't make the cut (╥_╥) i added the ones im more familiar with, in terms of writing

if someone had told you you’d be attending the olympic games not as a spectator but as part of japan’s team, you’d have never believed them. but here you are, sitting in the same room with the most skilled players in the country as none other than their personal assistant.

“iwaizumi-san! do you think kageyama and i could pull off a quick attack right at the beginning of the set?”

“shoyo-kun, if there’s someone you’ll be doing the quick attack with it’s me,” atsumu’s eyes land on kageyama, smirking at the other setter from across the room, “right, tobio-kun?”

“you’re a disgrace.”

sakusa’s statement earns an offended scoff from the blond setter, the rest of the team rolling their eyes and sighing at the all-too-familiar scene.

“oi! we don’t have time for petty fights!”

after iwaizumi gets everyone’s attention back on him, he barely finishes explaining tomorrow’s match opponents and their plays without losing the team’s attention. he might be there to train them and make sure they’re on top of their game, but he knows when the team is lacking morale and, sadly, today’s one of those days.

the meeting is over and all of you go to the dining hall, fetching your dinner and sitting on your respective table with you right next to iwaizumi.

since you took that part-time job at the msby jackals, you quickly caught onto their small tics and tell-tale signs when something isn’t right. atsumu becomes a complete asshole which makes sakusa lose his temper sooner than usual. meanwhile, bokuto and hinata become very fidgety, often causing a bit of chaos around them as clumsiness radiates off of them.

when the national team was announced, you were offered the job as the trainer’s assistant—all thanks to the jackals who recommended you to their superiors for said position. your pay-check might say you’re just iwaizumi’s assistant, but you’re basically there to cover the needs of the entire team—all of them.

“iwa-chan!”

your head snaps to the side as a good-looking man takes the last free seat next to iwaizumi.

“aren’t you supposed to be sitting with your team?” iwaizumi asks him, taking a bite of his food while waiting for an answer.

the unknown man huffs exaggeratedly, rolling his eyes as he too starts to eat, “thought you’d miss your best friend.”

“hanamaki isn’t here.”

the stranger opens his mouth to reply, clearly offended by iwizumi’s words, when he notices you peeping at him.

“oh? hi! i think we haven’t met,” he shoots you a charming smile, bringing out his remarkably handsome features, “oikawa tooru, it’s nice to meet you.”

you introduce yourself, bowing at him and focusing back on your food.

both friends start to discuss tomorrow’s events, which inevitably brings out iwaizumi’s concern for his players.

“they seem off,” he’s playing around with the food as he stares at the players sitting in the table in front of yours, “i don’t know if i should talk to them or let them be.”

he’s clearly concerned for them, you can see it in his eyes—the doubt, wondering if he has been doing a good job with the team.

“iwaizumi-san, i-i… perhaps i could aid them this time?”

his head snaps in your direction, a mix of surprise and worry taking over his face, “no way, that’d be too much for you.”

oikawa’s eyebrows scrunch up as he observes you two but says nothing, choosing to listen attentively at you trying to convince iwaizumi while the latter sighs and reminds you that it’s not just the jackals this time.

it takes a while for iwaizumi to accept your offer, pondering the pros and cons, but he ends up accepting it; for everyone’s sakes.

“i’m lost.”

oikawa’s words make your insides flare-up, looking down at your hands in order to avoid looking at him, his curious eyes switching between his best friend and you.

iwaizumi ignores him, standing up from his seat and walking to the table in front of you with you and oikawa watching closely. the team turns to look at him, waiting for him to speak since it’s obvious it has to be something important by the severe look on his face.

“seeing as some of you are clearly out of it, our assistant here has very kindly volunteered to help you guys for tonight.”

a few heads immediately perk up, looking at you with bright eyes once you answer their silent question with a smile.

“please, be good to her. i’ll be there supervising anyways, so don’t think of trying anything funny.”

“oikawa-san! you’re coming with us, right?” hinata looks expectantly at said male, excitement clear in the redhead’s eyes, “she’s the best!”

both iwaizumi and you freeze on the spot, gauging oikawa’s reaction who only looks more confused.

“you’re welcome to join us, if you so desire,” it’s you who’s offering it this time, surprising iwaizumi and earning a worried glance from him.

oikawa can’t deny he’s dying to know what everyone’s so excited about, and after thinking about it for a few more seconds, he has made up his mind.

“shall we go, then?”

—

“alright, ground rules.”

just a handful of the team sits in the room, the ones who know what’s happening waiting eagerly for the green light while the rest wonders what the fuss is about. as much as you want to help them all, it’d be impossible; which is why iwaizumi picked the ones he thought needed the morale boost the most.

with a nod in your direction, he lets you know you’re free to speak.

“the jackals already know this,” you say and atsumu snickers from his seat, winking at you as hinata and bokuto nod excitedly, “but i’m not too strict about the entire thing.”

you can feel the pairs of curious eyes burning holes in you—trying to decipher what’s going on. so, after taking a deep breath and getting an awkward, encouraging smile from iwaizumi, you start voicing out the rules.

“please, be patient. there are so many of you and only one of me. i promise you’ll get your turn,” you give atsumu a pointed look, and this time it's sakusa who snorts while the blond setter rolls his eyes, “which brings me to the next rule, no seconds.”

a hand raises in the air, making you advert your attention to its owner. 

“i still don’t get what’s happening,” suna’s eyes narrow down at you, noticing the embarrassment and hesitation in your posture.          

“don’t worry, suna. we’ll show ya.”

“shut it, miya.”

clearing up your throat, you smile coyly at the middle blocker, “it’ll make sense once i finish explaining, suna-san.”

he shrugs but stays quiet. taking into account the jackals’ reactions plus the cryptic rules, an idea has already formed in his mind. but it couldn’t be that. right?

“uh, again, only one round. all entrances are fine,” you pause, going through the rules in your head to see if there’s anything you might be forgetting, “oh! and you’ll be paired up in teams of three to make things faster.”

“one more thing,” iwaizumi speaks up, this time looking at you instead of the awaiting men, “don’t forget to let us know how you’re doing.”

two loud claps break the tense atmosphere, “well, we should get started then,” atsumu raises from his spot and walks towards you. his hands cradle your face between them and lift it so you can face him properly, “what do ya say, princess?”

his lips land on yours before you can reply to him, a small squeal getting stuck in your throat when his hands travel down your body until he’s squeezing your ass.

you’re too caught up in the kiss to notice the new presence looming behind you.

“i’ll take your pussy before anyone can taint it with their dick.”

sakusa’s words make you shudder. you break apart from atsumu’s mouth to turn around and face him, his dark eyes alluring and drawing you towards him.

“oi, newbie,” atsumu calls out to suna who scoffs in return, “c’mere and join us.”

meanwhile, sakusa guides you to the bed, making you sit on his lap as you wait for the other two to show up. once they do, atsumu immediately settles behind you while suna stands awkwardly at the foot of the bed. it’s hard for you to read his expression since you’re not too familiar with him, so you offer him a reassuring smile and pat the spot next to you. 

the rest of the team watches from their seats as the four of you get started. 

suna lifts your chin, his eyes staring down at you before leaning down and kissing the corner of your mouth. he trails down your neck until he reaches your chest, sucking on the skin gently before running his tongue over the delicate area. in the meantime, atsumu unbuttons your blouse, taking it off and playing with your breasts while sakusa busies himself with taking your pants off.

“i get the hype, now,” suna whispers in your ear, blowing air on it and then biting down on your earlobe, making the hairs of your body rise.

his lips capture yours in a slow kiss —savoring your taste— and one of his hands goes to the back of your neck to keep you in place. his teeth play with your bottom lip, biting it softly and pulling away, his hooded eyes calculating your reaction.

“don’t get too excited, suna,” atsumu says from his spot behind you, pinching your nipples between his fingers and prompting a whine to escape your lips, “you’ll only get her mouth.”

“mhm, is that so?” suna’s question is directed towards you rather than atsumu, tilting your chin up and smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, “can’t wait to see that pretty mouth bulging with my cock, then.”

his lewd words earn a few coughs and clearing throats from the rest, which he chooses to ignore when your hand cups his growing bulge.

“enough you two, let the poor woman have a bit of pleasure too,” sakusa’s dark eyes look at you questioningly, silently asking if you’re ready to continue.

in return, you cup his face with your free hand and kiss his cheek—knowing he wouldn’t appreciate a kiss on the mouth when you just finished making out with another man.

they finish getting you out of your clothes until your bare cunt is hovering over sakusa’s lap. he’s quick to undress and ease his cock into you, suna and atsumu observing as they get rid of their clothes as well.

“fuck,” sakusa groans in your ear, the position allowing you to hide your face in his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “always so tight.”

“scoot over, i need to prep her ass.”

suna snorts at atsumu’s words, pumping his cock twice before kneeling on the mattress—right next to you. he pats your cheek with the swollen head, looking down at you with a faint smirk.

“open up.”

your eyes immediately focus on his length, your mouth watering at the sight. you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, looking up at him and observing as he rests the tip on your tongue. 

“looking so pretty with a cock in your mouth,” he slowly slides in, guiding your head down until half of him is inside, “so warm.” 

a cold liquid dribbles on your backside, making you flinch forward and causing suna’s cock to slide in even more.

“relax, baby. it’s just me,” atsumu rubs the liquid on your asshole, playing with it with his finger before finally sliding it in.

your muscles contract involuntarily, making sakusa groan as he keeps still inside your pussy, waiting for you to grow used to the multiple things going on around you.

“hurry up before i start fucking her.”

a second finger slides in and you moan around suna’s cock, spit running at the corners of your mouth which reminds you to swallow. you hollow your cheeks and retract your mouth until only the tip remains inside, running your tongue over the slit and making the middle blocker shudder.

“someone’s hungry,” he muses.

you hum around him, bobbing your head back and forth and pumping the rest of his length with one hand.

“i’m gonna try get in now, okay?” atsumu taps your ass with his cock, lining it up with your asshole and thrusting in. he watches as the head of his cock finally slips in, groaning when the familiar tightness engulfs him, “that’s it, baby. doin’ so good for me.”

you have to remove your mouth from suna’s cock to avoid biting down on him, the stretch slightly more painful than pleasurable which eventually leads to you tensing up even more. 

“you gotta relax,” atsumu says under his breath, strained by the way you feel around his dick.

it takes you around a minute to calm down, taking deep breaths until you feel yourself loosen up and, with one last push, he’s finally inside.

“omi?” you say against his neck, “could you move a bit, please?”

said man grunts as he starts to move his hips, your slick helping his cock glide in, “color.”

it takes you a few seconds to understand what he meant.

“oh! uhh, green.”

atsumu’s thrusts are slow —testing the waters— since the last thing he wants is to get yelled at for being too rough, too soon. but you’re growing impatient, moving your hips backwards and trying to get more of him inside of you.

“m-more, ‘tsumu. i can take it,” you say and he immediately complies, his muscular thighs now slapping against your ass.

suna remains kneeling next to you, cock in his hand as he waits for you to bring your attention back to him. but he doesn’t have to wait too long, your hand wrapping around his cock and guiding it back into your mouth once you’ve set a steady pace with the other two men.

“thought you had forgotten about me.”

he pushes your hair out of your face, watching your lips wrap around his girth. it’s taking all of his willpower to not hold your head and fuck your face until you’re gagging around him, afraid it might be a big ‘no’ from you. and since it’s the first time he’s getting to experience this, he decides to take whatever’s given to him.

“you’re so wet,” sakusa points out as he looks down at where you two are connected, observing his cock slide in and out of your cunt, covered with your slick.

“‘course she is, she’s being stuffed by three cocks.”

“feels good…” your manage to say after releasing suna with a pop, pumping his shaft with your hand, “a-am i making you feel better?”

a hand lands on your ass, causing you to yelp and tighten your hold on suna’s cock. 

“what do ya think, hm? we’re getting our dicks wet in none other but our slutty little assistant's holes,” atsumu plays with your ass, squeezing it and humming when the imprint of his hands appears on the soft flesh.

“mhm, quite the slut you are,” sakusa whispers in your ear, kissing your neck afterwards, “as long as i get to make a mess out of that cunt of yours before anyone else, i will always enjoy these little sessions of ours.”

your eyes land on suna, waiting for him to say his thoughts on the matter.

his gaze drops to your hand, covered in his pre-cum and your spit which sends a jolt to his cock, making it throb in your hand.

“can’t say i hate it.”

you smile at his words, recognizing the challenge hidden behind them. your mouth wraps around the flushed tip, eyes closing when both sakusa and atsumu thrust up into your holes at the same time. you try to keep your hand steady as you suck suna off, but the lewd grunts and moans coming from them, plus their cocks filling you so nicely make your rhythm falter every once in a while.

a hand starts toying with your clit, causing you to moan around suna’s cock. the vibrations make him shudder, scowling at himself when he realizes his orgasm is approaching faster than he expected.

“fuck, fuck– princess? do you mind if i cum inside?” atsumu grunts.

your muscles clench at the thought of being filled with his cum, imagining the thick liquid oozing out of your sensitive holes only to stuff it back in with your fingers.

“y-yes, ‘tsumu. cum inside me,” you pant as your hands squeeze suna’s cock, pumping it faster as you notice his hips jerking towards you. you turn your face to look at sakusa, who has his eyebrows drawn upwards and his mouth open slightly as he too feels overwhelmed by the pleasure, “omi, you can cum inside as well.”

and he doesn’t need to be told twice, his large hands holding you by your hips so he can thrust his cock into your drenched cunt faster.

moans and squelching noises echo around the room. atsumu picks up his pace as he feels his orgasm approaching, his deep grunts fanning over your neck and taking over your hearing. the drag of sakusa’s pubic bone against your clit has you cumming shortly after. your head rolls forward as both men keep thrusting in and out of you, only stopping once their cum fill your clenching holes.

“shit– look at me,” suna orders you, and you barely have time to process what’s happening.

his cum lands on your face, his hand helping you pump his throbbing cock as the ropes of cum cover your skin. he exhales heavily once he’s done, brushing the flushed head of his cock over your swollen lips, and smearing the white liquid around them.

it’s silent for a few seconds, save for the heavy breathing and pants coming from your mouths.

“holy shit,” oikawa’s voice breaks the silence. his cock strains almost painfully against his pants at the sight of what awaits him.

“yeah, holy shit,” atsumu laughs off, brushing his hair out of his face with one hand as he massages the flesh of your ass with the other, “ya never disappoint, princess.”

with a grunt, the blond setter removes his softening cock from you, his honey eyes —plus a few curious ones— observing the way his cum dribbles out from your stretched hole. the same thing happens with sakusa, who lifts your hips off of him, his cock falling on his stomach and the mix of your slick and his cum dripping down on his length.

atsumu’s fingers immediately go to your cunt, pumping the juices back into you, “god, you love this. don’t you, baby?”

all you can do is whine, your hands clenching the sheets until he removes his fingers from your sensitive pussy, and stuffs them inside your mouth. 

“we all get a turn?” kageyama whispers not so discreetly to hinata, who only nods eagerly in return.

you lick atsumu’s fingers clean which earns you a radiant smile from him.

“here.”

suna has his arm outstretched, handing you a tissue so you can clean your face.

“thank you,” you take it from his hands as you climb off of sakusa’s lap.

you’re cleaning the residues of cum on your face when a hand falls on top of your head. 

“drink some water before you start the next round,” sakusa’s dark eyes suddenly seem warmer and kinder to you, patting your head before disappearing into the bathroom.

after tossing the used tissue away, you turn to iwaizumi and give him a firm nod.

“who’s next?”

your dazzling smile has the rest of the men in awe, silently praying it’s them who get to feel your body with their hands next.

“bokuto,” the wing spiker’s immediately perks up at the sound of his name, “you, kageyama, and hakuba are next.”

the three men raise from their seats and make their way towards the bed—towards you.

“hey, bo,” you offer a loving smile to him, “you ready?”

his strong arms wrap around you, kissing your cheek loudly and making you giggle, “it feels as if i’ve been waiting forever. of course, i’m ready!”

meanwhile, kageyama and gao stand at the foot of the bed, waiting for any instructions or a signal from you that could tell them when to start. luckily, you’re quick to notice their hesitation.

”is there a particular place where you want to be?” you ask them, looking specifically at kageyama and gao, since you want to make sure they feel included.

“dibs on your mouth!”

you blush at bokuto’s enthusiasm but accept his request, stroking his cheek as you wait for the other two to answer.  

“i’ll take whatever,” kageyama says and scratches the back of his neck.

“me too,” gao smiles and takes a few steps towards you, making bokuto move away from you. his large hand tucks one piece of your hair away, his eyes staring at yours before dropping to your lips, “although, i think i’d like it better if i had your pussy gripping my cock. wouldn’t you like that?”

he presses his front against yours, his erection poking at your belly which earns a small gasp from you. you have to stop yourself from taking a look at the tent in his sweatpants, trying to figure out how much of him there is hidden inside the fabric.

“o-okay.”

the middle blocker smiles at you before diving down to your lips. his hands grab your waist, lifting you up from the ground and making you wrap your legs around his torso. he gently places you down on the bed and kisses his way down your neck until his mouth is right above your erect nipple.

“hey! i want to kiss her too,” bokuto complains, “you can’t hog her like that.”

“s’okay bo, come here.”

he doesn’t have to be told twice, immediately climbing onto the bed and leaning down to kiss your lips.

you grab the back of his head and run your fingers through his soft hair, pulling on it gently which causes a groan to rumble in his chest.

a pair of hands slide over your legs, pushing them apart until your bare cunt is spread wide open for everyone to see.

“you’re dripping, babe,” gao murmurs over your nipple, giving it a light tug before flicking his tongue over it, “do you want my cock that badly?”

you can only moan and nod, your lips still busy with bokuto’s.

but there’s someone who still has yet to join you.

“tobio-chan, if you’re not going to do anything then let me take your place instead.”

oikawa’s words snap you out of your daze. you pat bokuto’s cheek signaling him to let go of you, and the same thing happens with gao as you try to sit up. your eyes fall on kageyama who stands at the same spot with a conflicted look and an obvious erection in his pants. 

“hey,” you crawl your way towards him and sit on your knees, “are you uncomfortable?”

his mouth opens but nothing comes out of it. he can feel the weight of everyone’s stare on him, making him look away from you. 

a few seconds pass and there’s still no answer.

“you don’t have to do this, you know?” you say in a small tone, slightly confused as to why he’s rejecting you, “i just thought… i could help you relax.”

he nods, still avoiding your gaze.

you take a look at iwaizumi –who looks as equally as puzzled as you– before looking back at the setter.

“do you want to leave?”

at this, his head finally snaps towards you, “no, i-” he pauses. his eyes are immediately drawn to your mouth, making him involuntarily wet his lips, “i want to stay.”

relief washes over you, a timid smile spreading on your lips which is quickly mirrored by him. you take his hand in yours and guide him to the other side of the bed, urging him to join the rest of you. there’s a hunger in his eyes that has your pussy dripping with your slick, a sigh leaving your lips when your back hits the pillows as you watch him take gao’s previous spot.

“kiss me, tobio.”

and he does. it starts slow, hesitant, but it soon turns desperate. his tongue strokes yours before sucking on it, spit coating your lips thanks to the messiness of the kiss. the strain of his cock inside his pants becomes too uncomfortable to his liking, causing him to start humping against you, trying to relieve himself.

noticing his predicament, you move your hand between your bodies and palm his hard-on. he groans against your lips, his hips jerking forward seeking more of your touch.

in the meantime, both bokuto and gao pump their cocks with their hands, having taken their clothes off while you talked to kageyama.

gao squeezes the head of his cock between his hands, pre-cum oozing from the slit as he imagines the way your cunt is going to grip him, “babe, you’re making us suffer.”

“get in line!”

“atsumu, shut the fuck up.”

“baby?” bokuto asks from where he stands, his own cock stiff and ready to be inside your mouth, “we don’t mean to be pushy, but do you think you could get to us soon?”

“bokuto-san, you’re going to break a rule!” hinata says, clearly concerned for his teammate, “be patient, remember?”

the rest of the team laughs and you can’t help but join them.

at this, bokuto pouts playfully at you, “you’re just teasing me, baby.”

“then come here,” you gasp when kageyama’s mouth sucks at the base of your neck, “y-you wanted my mouth, right?”

bokuto kneels next to your face, patting the leaking tip on your lips.

“i’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and you’re going to take it like a good girl,” he says, his tone leaving no room for questions, “open.”

you comply immediately, lolling out your tongue and waiting for him to rest his heavy cock on top of it. 

the lewd sight in front of him makes bokuto shudder. his hands grasp your head, pushing you down his length until he feels your throat constricting around him.

“fuck– baby,” he grunts and gives a shallow thrust, “i know you can do better than that.”     

you try to relax your jaw so you can fit more of him inside of your mouth. but as you are about to graze your nose against his pubic bone, a finger runs between your folds causing you to flinch.

“i’m still here.”

gao’s tone sounds stern, even if a playful smile tugs his lips upwards, you can see the seriousness swirling in his eyes.

kageyama sighs and leaves your side, stepping away momentarily to take his pants off. 

the middle blocker takes it as his chance to settle between your legs as bokuto keeps your mouth busy.

“you’re drenched, sweetheart,” he muses, running his digits over your slit, “don’t worry, i’ll fill this pussy with my cock so well that you’ll be cumming in no time.”

your eyes travel to his shaft, watching as he pumps it twice before running it between your folds. your brows furrow when you notice how heavy it feels, making you wonder if it will fit in.

he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the head inside which is enough to have you whining around bokuto’s cock.

“you look so sexy,” bokuto groans, pushing your head away from him and watching your spit run down your mouth. he looks at kageyama who stands awkwardly with his cock in hand, “i guess we’re sharing her mouth.”

the setter’s eyes widen slightly before nodding, mimicking bokuto’s position and nudging his cock on your lips, “suck.”

your breath hitches at his order, caught off guard by his demanding tone. you grab his cock from the base and guide it into your mouth, pumping bokuto’s length with your other hand. you hum around kageyama, running your tongue over the head of his cock before hollowing your cheeks and sucking harshly on it. 

but your attention on them doesn’t last too long, the sudden feel of your pussy getting split open by gao’s cock taking it away.

“so tight,” he grunts, one of his hands running over the skin of your inner thigh until he reaches your soaking cunt. he pulls your folds apart, watching you struggle to take his cock inside you—no matter how wet you are, “i bet those jackals haven’t been fucking you like you deserve.”

“oi!” “not true!”

you free your mouth from kageyama and use both hands to pump his and bokuto’s cock, “s-so big, ugh-”

gao pushes more of him in, half of his cock already inserted in you. but he’s just so thick, so big, that you can’t help but clamp down your walls around him. his thumb starts rubbing circles on your clit, trying to relax your walls, as his other hand settles on your abdomen.

“you’re going to be so full of my cock that you’ll be able to see it,” he gives a gentle pat to your belly, “right here.”

your grip on the other two men tightens as gao finally bottoms out, a whine breaking through your lips at the stretch.

“if only you could see yourself,” his thrusts are lazy, mesmerized by the way your belly bulges when he pushes his cock inside you, “so fucking sexy with my fat cock inside your cunt.”

your lips wrap around the tip of bokuto’s cock once more, closing your eyes as pleasure clouds your head. he thrusts in, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“good girl,” bokuto exhales, “taking my cock so well.”

you quicken the pace of your other hand, looking at kageyama as you obscenely suck bokuto.

the setter’s eyes refuse to leave yours, “who would’ve thought our assistant could be so naughty.”

“as if you’re complaining,” gao says, lifting your leg over his shoulder. the new angle allowing him to press his hips closer to yours.

“i never said i was.”

bokuto curses under his breath when you start sucking his balls, pumping the rest of his length with your hand and squeezing the head of kageyama’s cock with the other.

“you’re going to make me cum,” bokuto groans.

giggling, you lick your way up and run your tongue over the slit, “cum in my mouth.”

the sound of collective groans echoes in the room, a fair amount of players finding your words arousing.

“what a slut, let’s see if you keep talking when you’re covered in our cum.”

gao’s threat goes straight to your pussy, making you cream around his girth. the pace of his thumb on your clit quickens once he notices your walls spasming around him.

“ngh, fuck!” you’re breathing heavily by now, barely managing to keep the pace of your hands consistent, “i-i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, baby.”

one of gao’s hands travels up your body until he’s pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“shit, shit, shit,” you’re thrashing underneath him, your cunt fluttering around his cock thanks to your orgasm.

kageyama’s way too focused on the way your face contorts in pleasure to notice how his hips have started to jerk faster. that is until the familiar coil suddenly snaps and his cum lands on your chin and part of your chest. 

“h-how did you get even tighter- hah!”

warm spurts of cum fill your cunt, the sense of fullness intensifying as gao frees his load inside of you.

“i’m cumming, baby. fuck, fuck–” bokuto chants your name as he too reaches his orgasm, quickly shoving his cock into your mouth and releasing his thick cum inside of it.   

you make sure to keep sucking him, milking his cock dry. once you remove your mouth from him, you bring his and kageyama’s cock closer to your face and pucker your lips, letting the mix of cum and spit fall on their cocks before giving a few kitten licks to the flushed heads.

gao starts to remove his cock from your insides, cursing at the state of your pussy once he’s finally out.

“holy fuck, she’s tightening around nothing.”

you let out a low moan when his fingers spread your lower lips, “t-too sensitive.”

“i think that’s enough,” iwaizumi intervenes, pushing him away, “color?”

“yellow,” but you continue as soon as you see his face become stern, “relax, i just need to calm down a bit.”

kageyama offers you a towel before awkwardly thanking you for your help. and after receiving a kiss on the forehead from bokuto, the three of them leave to go clean themselves.

“iwa-chan, why don’t you give her a massage?”

you let your body fall on the mattress, extending your arms above your head and moaning at the stretch.

“mm, that’d be nice.”

iwaizumi rolls his eyes playfully when he sees you pouting at him, “get on your stomach, i’ll be right back.”

in the meantime, oikawa and hinata take the spots next to you, eager to finally have their turn with you.

“you’re so pretty,” oikawa runs his hands over the skin of your shoulders, “those idiots are lucky to have you.”

your eyes start closing up, focusing on the feel of his fingers on your skin and making goosebumps appear all over your body.

“shoyo, we should help her relax too. don’t you think?”

you catch the suggestive tone in his voice, but his touch feels so good that you choose to ignore it.

both men start caressing your body, hinata’s hands paying special attention to your shoulders while oikawa pets your hair, murmuring sweet nothings. 

“you ready?” iwaizumi pops back into the room, a bottle of oil and a clean towel in his hands.

“mhm.”

the towel rests on your ass, iwaizumi’s warm hands spreading the oil on your back and rubbing at the sore muscles.

“does that feel good, princess?” oikawa asks when he hears you sigh. you are about to reply when iwaizumi hits a sore spot, a groan slipping past your lips and making the setter chuckle, “can you tell me your color now?”

“green.”

oikawa looks at iwaizumi and both men seem to communicate through their eyes, the latter smirking before going back to work.

at first, you don’t pay too much attention to his movements, choosing to focus on the pleasure. but then you notice how his hands seem to ghost lower and lower until he’s kneading your ass, the towel long forgotten.

before you can comment on it, he moves them to your thighs, massaging the soft flesh. it all goes back to normal –or so you think– until his hands reach higher and his digits start grazing your slit.

“hajime…”

“shh,” oikawa coos in your ear, pushing your hair out of your face and kissing your temple, “let him take care of you.”

iwaizumi inserts one finger inside your pussy, curling it until he’s teasing the spongy walls.

whines escape your mouth, your hands gripping the bedsheets which are quickly replaced by hinata’s hands.

“so cute.”

another finger slips in and makes you open your eyes, looking at oikawa helplessly, “o-oikawa-san-”

“tooru,” he interrupts you.

“tooru,” you try his name and he hums, letting you know he’s listening, “could you… uh, k-kiss me?”

“of course, princess.”

he leans down to capture your lips, swallowing your moans when iwaizumi curls both fingers and massages your spot. 

you open your legs, allowing iwaizumi to finger you better as you rut your hips on the mattress, rubbing your clit against the fabric of the sheets and chasing after your orgasm.

“iwa– faster, please.”

he complies immediately, causing wetness to gush out of your cunt and making the distinctive squelching sounds fill the room.

“i’m gonna– ah! i’m c-cumming!” 

“cum for me,” he encourages you, and that’s all you need.

you gush around his fingers, your slick coating them as you squirm under the gaze of the three men.

hinata tugs at your hand, pulling you underneath him and kissing you sloppily. you gasp on his mouth, caught off guard by the sudden movement but quickly melting into the kiss.

he blushes once he pulls away, “s-sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“it’s okay, shoyo,” you breathe out, caressing his cheek, “want me to help you?”

he beams at your offer, nodding eagerly as he watches you climb on top of him. you straddle his hips and run your cunt over his cock, shivering when his length grazes your clit.

“do you want me to ride you?” you whisper, playing with his hair. 

“wait- i think i have a better idea.”

hinata lifts you from his lap and moves until he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress. he pushes your hips with his hands, turning you around so you’re facing away from him. 

“you can sit on my lap now.”

your ass rests right on top of his cock, but he hooks his arms on your knees, spreading you open, as he lets himself fall back on the mattress.

“what are you–”

“oikawa-san, doesn’t this remind you of something?”

said man laughs, “how could i forget? we had quite some fun back in brazil, huh?”

you’re visibly confused, looking at oikawa with furrowed brows, “what do you want to do?”

“say, princess,” his tone suddenly sounds too sweet for your liking, “have you ever had two cocks in one hole?”

your eyes widen, looking back and forth between oikawa and iwaizumi—who has ridden himself of his clothes and sits next to you, his thick cock in his hand.

“i’ll take that as a no.”

“can we do that?” hinata asks from behind you, his breath fanning on your ear, “we’ll be gentle.”

“there’s literally another free hole for you to use!” someone yells, clearly annoyed they didn’t get the chance to do it.

oikawa clicks his tongue, “where’s the fun in that?”

after taking a minute to think it through, you agree to their offer, “okay… uh- iwa?” you turn to look at him, “what about you?”

seeing as there’s no room for him to take your ass, his eyes land on your mouth. and with two taps of his finger on your cheek, he lets you know his decision.

“think you can suck me off?”

they’re all given the green light when you answer his question. hinata raises you from his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance before letting your weight fall on top of it. you groan at the familiar thickness stretching you nicely, missing the flash of hunger in the setter’s eyes.  

“my turn.”

oikawa presses the tip on your entrance, pushing forward and making room for his own cock.

the burn of having two cocks in one hole is new to you, but it’s surprisingly more pleasurable than you thought it’d be. you lift your eyes to look at oikawa, his gaze already locked on you, and you feel your pussy cream around their cocks at the lust in his eyes.

“enjoying yourself, princess?”

you moan when he bottoms out, watching the muscles of his abdomen contract and feeling his cock pulsing inside of you.

the thrill of being stretched by two cocks, at the same time, has your head spinning; your thoughts becoming lewd as you picture both men cumming inside you and globs of cum dripping from your abused hole.

“oikawa-san, did you feel that?” hinata asks. half-amused, half excited, “she’s squeezing us so well.”

“naughty, princess,” the setter grunts, “don’t forget about iwa-chan.”

you turn your head to face him, catching the irritated look he sends oikawa before looking down at you.

iwaizumi’s eyes immediately soften, but a smirk slowly tugs at the corners of his lips, “you seem busy.”

“there’s always room for japan’s national team athletic trainer.”

he can’t help but laugh, shaking his head at the silly title. he raises from his seat and settles himself above you, his cock hovering on your face and making your mouth water.

“whenever you’re ready.”

you don’t need to be told twice. grasping his thick cock with your hand, you lean forward and flick your tongue on the head, looking at him through your lashes with faux innocence.

“start moving,” iwaizumi hisses, the words directed at the other two men, “seems like she needs a little reminder of who’s in charge right now.”

oikawa and hinata look at each other with smirks on their lips. as hinata said earlier, they’ve been in this position before, so there’s no need for words between them since they both know what’s coming next.

hinata moves his head slightly to the side, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder and, at the same time, granting him the view of your cunt being filled with their cocks.

“look at her, oikawa-san” his eyes are locked on your pussy, captivated by the way you suck them in, “she looks so pretty with two cocks splitting her open.”

hinata’s lewd words prompt you to involuntarily moan, the vibrations landing on iwaizumi’s cock.  

“hmm, you like it when you’re reduced to nothing but a slut. don’t you?”

you blink up at iwaizumi as you keep bobbing your head up and down his shaft, opting to hum to let him know you’re not ignoring him.

but his words catch someone else’s attention.

“is that true?” oikawa asks, amusement clear in his voice, “you like being reminded you’re a whore? how much of a greedy slut you are by fucking an entire volleyball team?”

you’re speechless, his words –matched with his and hinata’s harsh thrusts– causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“answer me.”

oikawa’s hand wraps around your throat, barely applying any pleasure but it’s enough to send your mind into a frenzy.

after releasing iwaizumi’s cock from your mouth, you take a second to swallow down your spit before answering him.

“y-yes, tooru. i like being treated like a slut.”

his eyes sparkle with mischief, pleased by your words.

“good, because that’s how you’re going to be treated from now on.”

a hand travels to your throbbing clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub.

“s-shoyo!”

“shh, it’ll make you feel good.”

something wet slaps against your cheek, “don’t get distracted.”

you nod and go back to sucking iwaizumi off, moaning every time hinata or oikawa hit a spot inside your cunt. you dare take a look at where your body connects with both men, and you catch yourself becoming entranced by the way their cocks slide in and out of your pussy so easily.

you are familiar with hinata’s cock, but it’s nice to see the contrast between the two of them. while hinata’s length is thick and veiny, oikawa’s leans towards the slimmer side—but still with a considerable length. either way, both men manage to hit those sweet spots inside you and make you see stars. 

“shit– princess,” oikawa falters a bit when he feels your walls fluttering around him.

“we can cum inside you, right?” hinata asks, sensing his orgasm approaching. after all, he had been waiting for his turn for around an hour.

you pull away from iwaizumi, a string of spit connecting your lips with his cock and causing it to twitch at the sight.

“you can cum wherever you want.”

“oh? the team’s cocksleeve,” oikawa adds, “i see.”

iwaizumi chuckles, combing your hair out of your face and pushing his cock back into the warmth of your mouth, “you like that nickname, sweetheart?”

with his length still in your mouth, you manage to hum in affirmation.

hinata’s pace on your clit quickens as his hips jerk faster, your cunt squeezing their cocks even more in return, “i’m cumming, ah– i-i’m gonna cum!”

he manages to say before you feel him twitch inside you, pumping his cum into your walls. the fullness plus his rapid movements on your clit cause the familiar warmth to take over your body. but it’s your fourth orgasm of the night, and before you can warn anyone, liquid spurts out of your cunt.

you squirm on top of hinata, gushing around his and oikawa’s cock while your mouth remains occupied with iwaizumi’s.

“holy shit.”

both oikawa and iwaizumi cum at the sight of you squirting before them, observing the wetness soaking oikawa’s abdomen and running all the way down onto the bedsheets. they groan as they feel their load releasing into you, oikawa filling your tender cunt while iwaizumi fills your mouth.

you try to swallow a bit of iwaizumi’s cum but it’s useless. your chest heaves in exhaustion, your eyes closing involuntarily as you’re being hit with wave after wave of fatigue.

“hey,” oikawa winces when he removes his cock from you. he shoots a worried glance at iwaizumi before he’s leaning forward so he can take a closer look at you, “princess? how are you feeling?”

iwaizumi nudges hinata with his knee, wordlessly telling him to let go of you.

the following moments become a foggy mess, your mind barely registering the pair of arms wrapping around you and carrying you somewhere else.

all you can feel is tiredness, and the dampness between your thighs, before you finally pass out.

—

consciousness slowly makes its way to you, replacing the sleepiness and making you aware of your surroundings as a familiar soreness sits heavy on your body.

in an instant, flashbacks from the previous night run through your mind.

you grip the duvet and push it away from you, only to notice the set of clothes you’re wearing: an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that clearly don’t belong to you. but you don’t have time to dwell on it, the sound of your ringtone blasting all over the room and making you scramble around the bed so you can answer the call.

but it’s of no use when it goes to voicemail—you were a bit too late.

when you manage to find your phone, you tap on the screen to see whose call you just missed.

‘hajime’

your fingertips hover on the contact name, debating between returning the call or wait for him to call you again. but a few notifications pop up at the top of the screen signaling you have three text messages from him.

hey, i guess you’re still asleep. don’t freak out when you wake up, you deserve the rest so it’s okay if you stay in bed. i left your breakfast on the nightstand and you can always call me if you need anything else.

and i thought you’d like to see this.

there’s a link attached at the end of the message.

you click on it and wait for the page to load, tapping your nails on the back of your phone anxiously. a headline in big bold letters takes over the screen and you have to stop yourself from squealing.

‘japan men’s volleyball team makes it past the first round.’

you start scrolling down the article, reading how spectacular the match was and how the entire team seemed to be in their best shape. you feel your face heat up when you read the argentinian team won their match too, with multiple comments praising oikawa’s performance.

with a smile on your lips, you go back to your messages to type a quick reply to iwaizumi. only to notice you have one more text from him.

it’s our turn to take care of you.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Mackie

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: any chance he gets, Anthony teases you and Tom about your relationship

Masterlist

Anthony Mackie was onto you.

It all started when he realized you and Tom weren’t actually dating, like he thought you were.

“Which Avenger would you sleep with if given the chance?” The journalist asked you, Brie, and Scarlett during a junket.

“Tom Holland.” You answered immediately. “Oh, did you mean the character?”

The girls laughed at your answer as you shrunk down in your seat. Everyone else answered with Thor, making your answer stick out even more.

“Wait, did they ask the guys this?” You wondered. “And follow up, did Tom say me?”

“I can ask.” The journalist chuckled and pulled out her phone. “My friend Jack is interviewing them in the other room.”

“Oh My God.” Brie groaned. “Now I want to know.”

You held your breath in anticipation as you waited for Jack to text back. Finally, the journalist felt a buzz and checked her phone.

“Tom did in fact say your character.” She laughed as she showed you the text.

“He did?” Your eyes widened. “Oh my God. That’s it. We’re having sex tonight. I’m telling him right now.”

The cast laughed at your antics as you sent Tom and quick text and shut off your phone to pay attention to the rest of the interview. You knew it was a joke, but you forgot that Tom didn’t know the context of your text. So when he checked in phone in the room where the boys were being interviewed, he was quite confused.

“I just got a text from Y/n saying “we’re having sex tonight” in all caps.” He laughed in shock. “What is going on?”

“Damn.” Anthony stated. “She texts you in advance?”

“No.” Tom blushed. “We’re not even together.”

“What are you talking about?” Anthony asked. “I thought you were?”

“We’re not.” Tom insisted. He always hated when he was reminded of the fact that you and him were just friends and he didn’t want to stay on the topic.

Anthony, on the other hand, wasn’t as inclined to let it go. He leaned back in his chair and stared at Tom, always looking for new ways to bother his younger cast mate.

“Hm.” Anthony drawled. “Interesting.”

A few months later, Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian were invited to a comic con in Chicago. They were known as one of the more chaotic pairings of cast members, so the interview consisted of constant digs at one another. And of course, Anthony took any chance he got to tease you and Tom.

“You must spend a lot of time together when filming these movies.” The journalist said to the couch. “Do you guys hang out off set too? Are there any Avenger pool parties we don’t know about?”

“Look, Toms a little asshole.” Anthony began. “Him and his little girlfriend are absolute children on set. We can’t take them anywhere.”

“His girlfriend?” The journalist asked.

“I mean Y/n.” He corrected, making the audience cheer. “They say they’re not dating but we all know.”

“We’re not.” Tom whined into his mic. “Stop saying that. People are gonna start believing you.”

“Because it’s true!” Anthony insisted. “You should see the two of them on set. They’re always touching and hugging. And I’m pretty sure I caught them in the dressing room one time. I won’t say what they were doing, but I could hear the bed creaking.”

Tom turned bright red and covered his face. He knew Anthony was just teasing, but it still embarrassed him. He collected himself and held his microphone up again, ready to dish it back to Anthony.

“You’re just mad because she likes me more.” Tom said, eliciting cheers from the audience.

“Uh uh.” Anthony shook his head. “Shes loves me. All the ladies love me.”

“Not Y/n.” Tom shook his head. “She loves me.”

“I think we can all agree Y/n loves me the best.” Sebastian cut in smugly. “It’s fairly obvious.”

“Did someone say my name?” Your voice sounded from a microphone, making everyone scream. Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian looked at each other in confusion upon hearing your voice.

“Wait, what?” Anthony laughed into his microphone as he looked around. Suddenly, your characters theme song came on the speakers as you came out from backstage.

“Hi!” You came out onto the stage waving. The crowd stood up upon your arrival and became deafening. Tom turned around, caught sight of you, and bolted out of his seat.

“Y/n?” He asked as he ran towards you. He immediately scooped you up in a hug, lifting you off the ground to spin you around.

“Hi Tommy.” You mumbled in his ear as you squeezed him back. Tom set you down but continued hugging you, kissing the side of your face multiple times. The audience went wild at this display of affection, prompting you to kiss his cheek back. You walked back to the couch hand in hand, taking a seat next to each other.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Tom said into his mic as he picked it back up.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You laughed, earning more cheers. “I’m filming something in Toronto but I wouldn’t miss a convention for the world. And I wanted to see you.”

Tom pouted and pulled you into another long hug. It had been a few weeks since you’d seen him, so you pressed a long kiss to his cheek.

“Do we all get kisses or just Tom?” Anthony asked, interrupting the moment.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Sebastian spoke up.

“Seb can have one but I’m not coming near you.” You teased as you walked over to Sebastian. You bent down to kiss his cheek before sticking your tongue out at Anthony.

“You look so pretty, darling.” Tom said once you sat back down.

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m so jet lagged.”

“I don’t look nearly this beautiful when I’m jet lagged.” Tom complimented you.

“Oh, I beg to differ.” You complimented back.

“Kiss kiss kiss kiss.” Anthony chanted into his mic while pumping his fist. The crowd roared as you and Tom rolled your eyes.

“Don’t start, Anthony.” You told him. “He does this all the time.”

“So I’ve heard.” The journalist laughed. “How was your flight, Y/n?”

You settled into Tom’s side as you talked about your flight and other random things. When the attention was off you, Tom slipped his arm around you and let it rest on the back of the couch. He felt you shiver at one point and realized you were sitting right under the air conditioning.

“Are you cold?” He asked you, making the audience laugh.

“A little.” You said sheepishly. He immediately took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, making the crowd go wild.

“Thanks, Tommy.” You chuckled as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. They were warm from his body heat and his cologne was lingering on the collar.

“Wow.” Anthony started up again. “You guys look like a couple.”

“A couple of besties.” You said quickly, making Tom shake his head.

“Uh huh.” Anthony said sarcastically. “If you guys aren’t dating, then why are you two always touching?”

“Because we love each other.” Tom snapped playfully. “You just don’t understand because girls don’t want to touch you.”

“Damn.” Anthony laughed. “Y/n, are you gonna let your boyfriend talk to me like that?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You replied. “We would make a terrible couple. I still haven’t forgiven him for the stamp act and I don’t see us getting past that.”

“Baby, it wasn’t me.” Tom played along. “It was my ancestors. I’d never tax your stamps.”

“Uh Uh.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s what they all say.”

“I’m gonna move on before I break you guys up.” The journalist teased, making you and Tom roll your eyes. “You guys have been playing these characters for a while so you must know them pretty well. What is something you have in common with your character?”

“That’s easy.” Anthony answered. “We’re both a cool black dude.”

“That’s exactly what I was going to say.” Tom joked, earning some laughs.

“Easy there, wonder bread.” Anthony laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“What about you, Y/n?” The journalist asked. “What do you have in common with your character?”

“Something my character and I have in common is that we both fuck this man.” You smiled as you clapped Tom on the back. Everyone on the couch’s jaw dropped as the crowd became deafening. Tom looked at you incredulously as you laughed.

“I’m just kidding.” You laughed into your microphone. “Um, I don’t know. We’re both pretty passionate about what we believe in. And we both wear a lot of black.”

“What?” Sebastian laughed. “You can’t just say that. That was a total 180.”

“I’m sorry.” You whined playfully. “It was a perfect opportunity and I had to take it.”

“I am literally speechless.” Tom said into his mic before breaking down into laughter. You leaned into each other as you laughed, not caring if no one else found it funny.

“I’m sorry.” You giggled. “Can we move on? Next question, please.”

“All right. Let’s talk about this kiss between your character and Loki.” The journalist began.

“Uh oh.” Anthony stirred the pot again. “Toms not gonna like this.”

“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged, but it was obvious that he was lying. You rested your hand on his shoulder to reassure him as you turned to answer the question.

“I actually had a lot of qualms before filming that scene.” You replied.

“Qualms?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’m good friends with Taylor Swift so the first time I met Hiddleston, it was as her boyfriend. So the whole thing gave me serious qualms. I felt like I was breaking girl code.”

“That’s surprising since you improvised one of the kisses.” Sebastian, also looking for drama, cut in. “I remember you were only supposed to kiss once and you went in for second.”

“Well that was after a few takes and my qualms had dispersed.” You shot back.

“You hear that?” Anthony smirked. “She had no qualms.”

“I still felt so bad but those thoughts were soon replaced by “oh my God, I’m kissing Tom Hiddleston.” My qualms didn’t stand a chance to him in that wig.” You chuckled. You felt Tom tense up under your hand so you squeezed his shoulder.

“I know.” The journalist agreed. “He’s very dreamy.”

“Exactly. We were three takes in and my pussy starts screaming, “get help! Get help!”” ,You mimicked Thor’s voice, “so I knew my qualms were gone.”

You once again had all the jaws dropped with your words. Tom buried his face in your neck as he laughed, his whole body shaking.

“That’s one way to put it.” The journalist said as he wiped tears. “I have to ask. Which Tom did you like kissing more?”

“I liked kissing Tom H the best.” You said cheekily.

“Ooo.” Anthony started again. “Are we about to witness a couples quarrel?”

“I think so.” Tom played along. He pretended to look annoyed with you so you cupped his face.

“I’m kidding.” You assured him. “It was so you.”

“It better be.” He insisted. “Remember you kissed me after we shot the swinging scene and we weren’t even filming?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “I was in love with you that day.”

“What happened?” The journalist wondered.

“Well, I grew up loving Spiderman.” You explained. “So spending the day swinging around in Toms arms while he was in the suit meant so much to me. The second Tom took his mask off, I just kissed him.”

“Is that when you started dating?” Sebastian asked.

“No. It is not.” Tom shoved him playfully.

The rest of the convention went by in a similar fashion, with Anthony taking every opportunity to tease you. Once you said your goodbyes to the crowd, you and Tom walked back to your dressing room with your arms around each other.

“I can’t believe Mackie still thinks we’re dating.” Tom sighed as he shut the door behind him.

“I know.” You chuckled before an idea came to you. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we actually started dating and didn’t tell him? Like, as a joke?”

“That would be hilarious.” Tom nodded too many times. “Like, I could ask you out right now and he’d have no idea. We could go on dates and make out and stuff and just not tell him. That’ll show him.”

“We should totally do that. As a joke.” You quickly followed.

“We should.” Tom nodded. “Imagine his face when he finds out we started dating and didn’t tell him? It’ll be priceless.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait.” You sighed happily. “He would lose his mind if he found out we finally started dating.”

“Did you say finally?” Tom asked with a coy smile. Your face fell when you realized you had said a little too much.

“I did.” You said softly. “Because it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

“So have I. In that case,” Tom smiled shyly, “Y/n would you like to go on a d-“

“Yes.” You cut him off before he could even finish. “I would.”

2 years later

On a rare day off, you and Tom attended a barbecue in Anthony’s backyard with a few of the other cast members. You were sat on Tom’s lap, full off food and contently listening to the ongoing conversation.

“These burgers are great.” Chris said as he patted Anthony’s back. “Thanks for barbecuing.”

“I got you, man.” Anthony nodded. “I actually got the recipe for the blend from one of the caterers on set. Remember that place that catered lunch with the really good cornbread and burgers?”

“I do remember.” Scarlett smiled to herself. “The filming schedule worked out so all got to eat together that day. That was so nice.”

“It was nice.” Anthony agreed. “Just sitting in the sun in our costumes and bibs. We had some fun conversations going on. I’m pretty sure that was the day Tom and Y/n started dating.”

“No.” Tom rolled his eyes. “We started dating after that one convention. Remember the one where Y/n surprised us on stage? We started dating that night.”

“Wait, you guys are actually dating?” Anthony sat up in his seat. “I was just playing with you.”

“We know. So we played with you right back.” You shrugged smugly. “We started dating to get back at you for all the jokes.”

The rest of the cast exchanged confused looks as you and Tom relished in your victory.

“But....” Anthony blinked in confusion, “you didn’t tell me until two years later.”

“Yeah. Because we were committed to the joke.” Tom said like it was obvious.

“Duh.” You added.

“Let me get this straight.” Antony rubbed his temples. “You started dating as a way to get back at me for teasing you?”

“Yep.”

“But you didn’t tell him you started dating.” Scarlett continued.

“Nope.”

“So you’ve been dating in secret for two years without him knowing.” Don went on.

“Yep.

“But....you see this as revenge on me?” Anthony asked with a tilted head.

“Yep.” You laughed. “In your face.”

“In my face?” Anthony raised his eyebrows. “How so?”

“Because we totally got you.” You bragged. “Look at your face right now. You had no idea we were actually together.”

“What an idiot.” Tom shook his head. “This guy, am I right?”

The cast exchanged another look as you and Tom continued not to understand why dating in private didn’t exactly count as revenge against Anthony.

“Okay.” Anthony said skeptically. “So let me ask you this. Now that I know about the joke, will you stop dating?”

You and Tom quieted down as Anthony brought up something you hadn’t thought of.

“Well, no.” Tom began as he looked at you. “We like dating each other.”

“So essentially, this had nothing to do with me.” Anthony concluded. “You two just wanted to date each other but used me as an excuse.”

You and Tom opened your mouths to defend yourselves, but shut them when you realized he was right. You looked at each other sheepishly before shrinking down in your seats from embarrassment.

Anthony Mackie may have gotten the better of you.

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In between the Lines—

pairing : eren yeager x reader

genre : smut || minors dni !

wc : 3.6k+

summary : you're on the phone, speaking with the college boy who has a crush on you since forever. Eren? he's listening as his head's buried between your legs

content & warnings : dub-con (?), friends with benefits relationship, edging, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, eren is a dick <3

a/n : this is for @arlerted 's on the line collab ! thank you for letting me join ♡

“I’m here!” the voice called out. The sound of footsteps fumbling in a distance interrupted the soft music playing in the background, you humming along with the tune as you laid on your bed. There was no need for you to sneak a glance to confirm who the guest was, nor were you in a comfy situation to do so anyway, sheet mask on your face and the air conditioning in the room blew light whispers of wind on your face, relaxing you further into comfort.

Footsteps drew closer, the vibrations clipping on your right ear louder than the left, past the living room to the kitchen before they levelled out and the familiar creak of your door hinge sounded. Momentary silence took over, his emerald eyes glancing over to take in your condition and you swore you could hear him scoff.

“Aren’t you early, Jaeger?”

“I just said I'd be a little late, aren’t you getting too comfortable without me?” Eren raised an eyebrow, in disbelief or being impressed, you're guessing it's a mix of both.

"Late is late," you retorted back.

You watch Eren invite himself into your dorm room and you instinctively scoot over to the side of the bed, making space for him to come lay beside you. The weight of the bed shifts, Eren grabbing a stray pillow and placing it behind his head and letting out an exaggerated sigh as he hits the sheets. Light tinkling sounded as Eren lays back, metal on his piercing clinking soft at your ear. He throws arms behind his head, tense shoulders relaxing as he sinks into the cushioned mattress, making himself at home.

"So, how was your day?" Eren faces you grinning, casually extending an arm out around you. Matching his tempo, you scoot over closer to him, bodies close and head coming to rest on his arm. Eren lets out a soft chuckle as you shuffled around the sheets until you got yourself into a comfortable enough position, his hand lifting from the bed to rest on your head, steady fingers turning delicate while he strokes your hair gentle and slow, feeling soft strands of hair between his fingertips as you melt into his warm embrace.

"Good," you replied. "Great right now actually."

"Yeah?" you tilted your head slightly to meet Eren's gaze, he’s wearing that irritatingly charming grin, clearly not hiding any judgement whatsoever about your face mask.

"Don't laugh," you huffed out, brows knitted in annoyance as you turned to face the ceiling once more, withdrawing your legs from anywhere near Eren and crossed your feet.

"I didn't even say anything," Eren chuckles at your response to tease, expression visibly amused.

"I know what you're gonna say, same thing-"

“Oh, really?”

Eren’s sudden movement catches you by surprise, pressing his lips softly against the exposed skin on your neck, making you yelp.

“What are you- !!”

His head dives in, proceeding to feed you trailing kisses on your neck, under your jaw, purposefully peppering you at all the spots you're ticklish at. Bursting into a fit of giggles, you tilted your head his way instinctively to shield yourself from Eren, desperate to break free from his attacks. All that was of no avail, Eren leans down further to match your side, gentle hand earlier now playfully pressing your head closer to him, leaving you with no escape.

"You jerk- stop it! My mask is falling off!”

"Nobody asked you to put it on in the first place," Eren catches your wrists right when you try to cover your neck, using the opportunity to get on top of you. His silver chain falls off his chest in perfectly horrid timing, metal now dangling before your eyes and his shadow looms over your body, trapping you.

“You know what I’m here for,” he cooes, "c'mon,"

Loose strands from his messy bun hung off the brunette’s face, warm light from the background capturing his silhouette and silver piercings more prominent in this position where the silver gleam catches your eye. Green eyes narrowing as he holds his gaze on you, he has you trapped below him, and as he watches your attempt to squirm away, adamant in avoiding his gaze, he leans forward, a cocky wide grin forming on his face.

Charming bastard.

“...Face mask?” you dodged the question.

“Haha, very funny,"

Eren leans down to press his lips on your neck, continuing his work from earlier, hand coming up to your face, thumb caressing your cheek softly, the other free hand roams your lower body, fingers trailing up your thigh. The cool of his metal rings send you jolts of shivers on your bare thighs, making you squeal from light touches. You can see it from the shitty grin he’s wearing that he’s enjoying every bit of this.

“Eren, get off!” you yelped, hands pushing off toned arms, obviously that wasn’t working very well in your favour.

“Aren’t you a spoiled princess, hm? You call me here and then make me wait?”

“You made me wait first!” you retorted back. “Lemme just go wash up first, okay?”

There was no response from Eren, pausing in action completely, lips holding a frown and brows furrowed in obvious displeasure, just like a child being denied a toy at a trip to the toy store. You giggled heartily at his little fit, hand reaching up to caress his cheek lightly,

“I’ll be back soon, promise,” you assured him.

Eren lets out a sigh in defeat, finally giving up and collapsing beside you on the bed.

"Make it quick," he muttered.

“You’re such a kid,” you called out, getting up and making your way to the bathroom. You tossed out the dried-out face mask, splashing water onto your face to wash up. As you grabbed the towel to pat your skin dry, the faint familiar tune of your ringtone sounded out, causing you to perk your head up in attention.

“Eren, who is it?” you called out from the restroom.

His eyes wandered off from his phone screen, reaching over the opposite side of the bed to pick up your phone. It didn’t take more than a minute for his expressions to turn sour, eyes narrowing in disapproval at the name displaying on your phone screen.

“It’s Jake.”

“Oh, pass it over,” you made your way over to him on the bed, hand reaching out to get the phone from Eren, instead, he pulled away, the phone now no longer in your reach.

Eyebrows raised, you opened your palm before him, signalling him to hand it over.

Again, he refuses to do so, this time holding it further away from you.

“You don’t even like him,” Eren huffed out, brows furrowed in disapproval.

“I don’t like him in that way, that’s all.” you retaliated.

“He likes you in that way y’know, it’s obvious.”

“We’re just friends, like me and you, just minus the fun,” you shrugged him off, reaching over and attempting to snatch the phone from Eren.

“Just-” Eren darts his eyes to you, proceeding words dissipating as he presses his lips together, catching his tongue before a rude retort comes out, a sentence like that would most probably ruin the entire mood set out earlier in seconds.

Chest letting out a heave and no longer giving any signs of a fight, he loosened his grip on the phone, creases by his lip prominent as he reluctantly brings it back to you when your hand came close and allowed you to take it into possession.

“Just pick up the damn phone,” his body slams back onto the sheets.

Watching the way your attention dives into the call, swiping the dial button without questioning or calling out his attitude as you normally would, Eren cocks an eyebrow,  staying still by your side as he listens to the conversation play out.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jake,”

…

Throughout the call, you tune out every once in a while to check on Eren, hands behind his head as he stares at the ceiling, green eyes dull from disinterest, though they would flicker your way now and then. If you managed to catch his stares, Eren would turn his head away, brows furrowed and prominent lines between them.

He must've given up when you felt the weight in the bed shift, turning away from you completely.

“How’s class lately?” the voice on the line brings you back.

Your faint giggles sounded out as you chatted away, sitting against the headboard with legs crossed. Feeling the weight shift on the bed again, you glance over to Eren, seeing that he's no longer turned away in denial, irritation dissipated as he rests closer to you, shifting towards you and now his head rests on your lap, lazily flicking the phone screen with his thumb.

You raise a brow at Eren, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, shooting you a honeyed smile.

You know Eren, know him enough to tell he’s instigating a game. That calm look behind his eyes meant trouble.

Rolling your eyes, you ignored his approaches, continuing with the call.

“Oh, we share two subjects, wanna check the timetables?” he says.

Pulling the phone away from your ear, you click on the screen, finding the file to send it to Jake. From the peripheral of your vision, Eren’s head lifts from your thigh, sitting upright and gaze set on you.

“Um-” you whispered to Eren, brow raised questioning Eren's actions.

Eren smiles, hands set at your side as he crawls to get on top of you. You shrink down onto the sheets, hands holding your phone to your chest, letting out a yelp at the suddenly vulnerable position you’re trapped in.

“Hey, you okay there?” the voice calls out to you in worry through the phone.

“Y-yeah, I’m good! Just tripped, gimme a sec-”

Pressing mute on the line eagerly, your eyes flicker back to Eren, “What. are. you. doing?!”

He hums in response to your distraught, obviously not sharing the same mindset as you do, “I’m getting what I’m here for, no?” a cocky grin pops out.

His attention leaves the conversation you two shared before you could blurt another retort, eyes setting sights on you like prey, trailing down to your chest, shamelessly staring at your breasts, down to your abdomen, your thighs, down to-

“You should take this off, it’s comfier to lay on without it,” his two fingers dive underneath the hem of your shorts, proceeding to tug at the fabric teasingly, silver ring lightly grazing your skin as he does so, the cool of it sending you light shivers. And with that, Eren's intentions dawned on you.

“Are you crazy?! I’m on a call, what if he hears us? you dumbass,”

“Mm,” Eren pulls away, pretending to be in thought. You furrowed your eyebrows at his play, Eren looks back to you, tone casual, “he can join in then, maybe we can finally work something out, together,”

Unable to fathom the words that just left Eren’s lips, the emphasis on his last word, you scoff, “You’re not ser-”

Catching Eren’s gaze, green eyes glistening evilly and cocky smirk ever-present on his face, you swore you could see the devil in them, in more ways than one.

“My voice-”

“Keep it in as long as you can, yeah? You’re a good girl, you can take it,” he assures, hands now roaming your body, travelling down your thighs, pulling your shorts off your legs.

“Don’t keep him waiting,” Eren says, hand reaching for your phone to unmute the call, putting Jake on speaker, before tossing the phone onto the sheets, next to you.

You shot Eren a glare, gaining a tauntingly innocent smile in response, and all you could do was shut up and take it.

“Hey, you’re back, ____."

“Aha yeah, where were we?”

Eren begins his work on you, lifting your shirt up above your breasts and taking one of them into his mouth, the other thumb brushing past your nipple, cool edges of his ring making them perk up as you shudder from the sensations. He shoots you a teasing smile, mouth back to working on your breast, flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue and sucking on it.

Soft gasps leave your lips, trying your best to focus on the conversation as Eren continuously teases you. He presses his lips on your chest, trailing kisses up to your neck, your collarbone. Your hand comes up to your mouth when Eren starts sucking on sensitive skin, bruising it to form a mark on the side of your neck.

Your other hand reached to cover over the mic, “We said no hickeys,” you whispered into Eren’s ear as he continued his work, body above yours.

His mouth comes up to your ear, whispering back, voice low, “ that depends, are you meeting him or not?”

“what?” you mouthed, brows furrowed. Eren’s eyes flicker to the phone, “focus,” he mouths back, not giving you time to question before his body lowers to form more bruises at the side of your collarbone, marking you up.

“So, when are you free? Is tomorrow okay?”

Lovebites lacing your neck and you can’t think straight at all, you feel Eren lowering down further, head now between your legs as he spreads them apart, staring at your lace panties shamelessly. You narrowed your eyes at Eren, he responds by taking them off your legs nice and slow before tossing them far aside, grin growing as the thrill excites him further. Steady large hands rub the skin under your thighs, down to your ass, feeling smooth skin as his hands teasingly get closer to your pussy, but never giving you full satisfaction, yet.

He's touching you in all the right ways, thumbs pressed on both your inner thighs as he trails kisses on them. A soft whine leaves your lips before you realise it as Eren presses his lips right on your clit, feeling light pressure on it as he kisses you where you’re sensitive. He takes it a notch further, wrapping your clit between soft lips and begins to suck on it.

“Yeah, tomorrow’s good for me-ah!”

Eren flicks your clit teasingly with the tip of his tongue, making you let out a mewl.

Your legs close themselves involuntarily from the sudden pleasure, hand covering over your mouth, Eren resists your movements, strong arms keeping your legs spread out for him. The warmth of his mouth makes your face heat up further, swirling his tongue around your clit, sucking on it lightly and licking it, it makes your head cloudy. Your hand loosens up the grip on the sheets, resting on Eren’s soft brunette locks as you tug on his hair from the growing pleasure. You feel Eren’s lips curl up, satisfied with your reaction as he proceeds to wrap around your legs firmer, pulling you closer towards him. Heat pools down from your abdomen between your legs, juices dripping down your thighs to the sheets from Eren’s actions.

“...you good?” Jake asks, voice laced with concern and doubt.

“Y-yeah, don’t worry-” you replied hastily.

“Ok, since tomorrow’s good, anywhere you wanna go eat? I know a place at...” Jake continues.

Eren’s touches linger from your thighs, trailing up to your ass, soft flesh between fingers as his thumbs pull apart your folds, tongue dipping in for a taste. The feeling of his tongue entering you made all words hazy, the point where things started to blur out. His thumb comes up to rub circles on your clit simultaneously while he eats you out, tongue brushing against your walls and roofing up on the sweet spot every once in a while. Your legs begin to tremble, feeling the growing sensation in your lower abdomen as Eren continues pleasuring you.

Focusing is terrible at this point, every word Jake speaks you cling to them, broken phrases unable to piece themselves together and you feel yourself about to cum from Eren’s touches any second now. The tension in your core is taut, ready to snap and you push Eren's head away from you, the other hand on your mouth to prevent your moans from reaching Jake. Eren's smirking, watching your attempts of trying not to cum while you’re on the line.

Steady arm presses against both undersides of your knees, pushing your knees up to your chest and you feel his tongue reaching inside you deeper.

“E-eren,” you whispered breathily, “can’t—”

Right when you’re about to reach your high, body quivering in anticipation and head thrown back onto the sheets, the sensation dissipates. Shut eyes now open, you look to Eren for answers, he pulls away from you.

Eren takes one look at your desperation, doe eyes practically begging for him to make you cum from his touch, and he scoffs, head tipping over to your phone on the bed, cocky grin growing wider on his face as he does so.

You were so deep in arousal that you failed to realise the voice reaching out to you over the phone.

“Hello? _____, are you still there?” he calls out.

Your body rests on the sheets, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Before you could voice an answer to Jake, Eren cuts you off, lips pressing onto yours and the voice tunes out.

The sensation makes your mind go blank, soft lips pressing onto yours eagerly, body leaning lower onto yours and the heat of his mouth melts you into the kiss, saliva mixed with your juices from eating you out earlier. His tongue tracing your lower lip, seeking permission for entry and for you to reciprocate the same passion into the kiss.

Eren's thumb caresses your cheek, cool silver ring grazing your skin as he cooes you into submission. His tongue traces yours, motions smooth and captivating, entrancing you enough to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into this kiss you shared. Everything's a blur, your vision, the voice on speaker, you can't focus at all, not with Eren charming you like this, it always leaves you wanting more.

Deep in the kiss, you feel Eren's fingers tracing along the slit of your entrance, collecting a coat of slick on them as lubricant, making you gasp, halting the kiss. He presses on further, tongue on yours and a finger slips in, and then another, gradually gaining speed in pumping digits in and out of you.

Close from earlier, you struggle to kiss him back, feeling your high reaching once more. Eren obliges, curling his fingers up, pressing against your sweet spot, making you moan into his mouth, he muffles them up by kissing you deeper, stopping your voice from being heard, lips on yours until you come down from your high.

He pulls away gently, eyes locking onto yours and he smirks, watching the way hearts are glazing your eyes and soft pout present on your lips, mind still in a blur after cumming so hard seconds ago.

Eren sets a distance between you, and you pout more, whining for his touch. He reaches for the stray strands of hair on your forehead, sticking on from sweat and tucks them behind your ear gently. Fingers trailing on your skin, he then pats your cheek, asking you to open up for him, and you oblige. Eren opens his mouth, tongue out and saliva trailing down the tip of his tongue into your mouth. His necklace dangles before you as you gaze up to him, green eyes watching your mouth wide open for him, swallowing his spit, a mixture of your saliva from kissing earlier.

"You can’t just abandon your call y’know?” Eren pulls away and chuckles, grabbing your phone off the bed and placing it right by your ear, whispering into your other one, “Aren’t you a dirty girl, enjoying somethin’ like this?”

“I-”

“Oh hey, ____, you’re back, I think the connection cut off earlier-”

“A-ah, I didn’t know, sorry,” you answered, all the while looking at Eren. He signals you to hold the phone up yourself, and you do so, trying to remember where the conversation left off.

You didn’t like the fact that Eren left you like that, arousal between your legs pooling from Eren’s actions earlier, they turned you on much more than usual, so much that you almost gave yourself away, disregarding the fact you were on the line.

“So we’re settled on tomorrow, what’s a good time for you?” he asks.

“Um, maybe 12 pm?”

“Wait I think I’m busy at noon, hold up lemme check-”

Getting absorbed into the conversation, you didn’t realise what Eren was doing, sweats now off and he has a rubber rolled on his erection, him stroking his cock in his palm.

“You’re not serious,” you mouthed to him, mouth gaped.

“Am I not?” he replied with a grin, head swooping down to give you a kiss on the neck, on the hickeys earlier he gave you.

You feel him positioning himself at your entrance as he distracts you, arm lifting your body up from the bed, your knees now locked on the bed and your back is against Eren’s body. He slides the tip of his cock along the slit of your cunt teasingly, making you throw your head back onto the crook of his neck.

“E-eren, wait, not now-” you murmured against his neck.

“Hm, why not?” Eren asks innocently. "You're the only one that gets to cum?"

Jake’s voice sounded out from the phone, pulling you out from the conversation, “Are you good for 1 pm instead?”

“Y-yeah, that’s good,”

"I'm putting it in," Eren coos into your other ear, you can feel him smirk against your skin, kissing your neck further. "Try to keep talking sweet like that for him while I fuck you good, yeah?"

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[youryanderedaddy]

Discipline

Yandere! Lucifer x reader x Diavolo

Summary: Lucifer has to punish you. Diavolo agrees to help. 

Tw: female reader, nsfw, non - con, dub - con, threesome, spanking, degradation, jealousy, lots of slut - shaming, orgasm denial, slight mindbreak(?), this turned very porny lolz

You had really fucked up this time, and it wasn’t hard to see. You could tell by the thick sickly – sweet aroma of cinnamon, honey, burnt coal and pure, unhidden, uncultivated wrath that was polluting the air. It was made obvious by the harsh handcuffs on your wrists that prevented you from moving even an inch. It manifested in the way he breathed down your neck, the cold sharp anger painfully obvious despite the warmth of his body radiating upon your bare back. Of course it wasn’t just that. It was his big strong hands roughly gripping your thighs in order to spread your legs as far as possible. It was his lips on your shoulders sending shivers down your spine, his tongue rolling over your wet tear-stained cheeks, feeding off the misery, his teeth sinking deep into your neck, poisoning your blood and weakening your senses. It was also the uncertainty of it all, the soft classic music in the background, carefully chosen to tackle your nerves, the open door and the darkness of corridor that it led to. It was everything with Lucifer, or nothing at all.

“You have been a very bad girl, Y/N.” The demon whispered, his deep hoarse voice making you curl up against the restraints. You could feel his hands all over your half – naked body, stopping to caress your belly up to your cleavage. Soon enough you managed to relax, giving into the gentle touch, completely unprepared for the moment when he finally stopped stroking and instead started groping at any ounce of exposed skin his fingers could reach be it your full breasts, your hips or your plush thighs. “Acting like a slut around my brothers.” The Avatar of Pride hissed with venom, squeezing your tits roughly, abusing the tender flesh until it turned red and sensitive. “Disobeying my orders.” He added sternly as he pinched your nipple, pulling and twisting while you winced at the mild pain. “Forgetting your damn place underneath me.” The immortal cursed under his breath, getting angrier by the second. You stared at him with those big doe teary eyes you knew may soften his heart, your lower lip twitching, the lump in your throat too big for you to be able to speak, much less defend yourself against the shameless accusations. The demon finally calmed down and took a step back, admiring your squirming form – so pathetic and weak, so sweet and so very human.

“I decided what to do with you, darling.” Lucifer started off, a teasing smirk adorning his face, complementary to the sinister look in his scarlet eyes. “If you want to be a whore so badly I would be more than happy to indulge you, my love.” The demon’s eyes narrowed, sparkling with malice. “Anything for you.” He uttered darkly, snapping his fingers. You heard the steps before you recognized the face under the black hood. Lord Diavolo had walked into the room.

“Lucifer.” The future king greeted his right – hand man, all toothy smiles and cheerful chatter, before he turned his attention to you. You realized you were practically naked, aside from the silky white panties and the pink see – through nightgown the Avatar of Pride had forced upon your sleeping form by the means of magic. Your face turned red and you tried to cover your body just to be met with the harsh pressure of the silver handcuffs on your wrists. After a few more attempts to writhe and struggle you finally gave up completely and relaxed against the wooden bed frame. The prince grinned at your withering fighting spirit as he closed the distance between the two of you. “Don’t be scared, Y/N.” He said in that dreamy, calming voice he usually used when he wanted to persuade (manipulate) someone, be it a student or one of his many servants. The demon patted your head gently, ruffling your hair as if you were a dog, and you couldn’t help but grit your teeth in dread at what was to come.

“Behave, pet.” Lucifer commanded you, his tone cold and demanding. You felt more exposed than ever, bare to your very bones in front of the supernatural being, determined to punish you for your sins. “My Lord was gracious enough to come and help us with your little problem.” The oldest brother stated without any emotion apparent. “Even though I’m not sure that the two of us would be able to satisfy someone as needy and loose as you.” He added quickly, bitterly, the petty jealousy dripping from the cruel words. The demon looked at his superior. “My Lord, you can do anything you want to her.” He remarked, causing you to tremble and shake your head furiously, but to no avail. “Just don’t kiss her.” The demon asked with a serious expression this time, the playfulness in his voice long gone. “Her lips are mine to claim.” He stated and Diavolo nodded in turn. Lucifer snapped his fingers again and suddenly you found yourself on the cold ground.

“Get on all fours, pet.” He ordered from far above, and you complied, too scared to defy him. The Avatar of pride made a sign for his friend to move closer, so the future king positioned himself between your legs. He took in the sight of you, licking his lips in approval, his yellow eyes full of greed and lust. You shook your head again, feeling the hot tears run down your rosy cheeks. “Please don’t do that, My Lord.” You whimpered for the first time tonight, hoping to appeal to the softer, kinder side of the prince you had gotten to know in the past. Lucifer wasn’t having any of that. Next thing you knew there was a burning glowing imprint of his hand on your ass, followed by three more. “Ungrateful little bitch.” The demon hissed, spanking you with earnest force. “Beg Lord Diavolo to fuck you.” He demanded as he massaged your buttocks, relieving the pain from the previous swats. Still you cried out violently, too scared and embarrassed to talk, much less go through with the humiliating task. ”Please don’t make me do it, Sir.” You sobbed quietly, holding your hands in prayer. The demon simply paid no mind to your misery as he delivered five slaps to the tender skin of your back. Meanwhile the future king was watching the whole ordeal with unhidden interest, his cheeks heating up, amused and slightly aroused by your pained moans and sweet cries. “Beg him, slut.” The Avatar of pride repeated, unrelenting and resolute.

“P-please f-fuck me, Lord Diavolo.” You finally broke down, stuttering over yourself and wailing while pleading the strongest demon in the kingdom to take you and ruin you. “Please.” You kept going until Lucifer’s hand withdrew from your rear and instead gripped your hair in a ponytail, pulling it back. You could feel the prince’s hard member teasing your slit, the head barely touching your labia. “P-please, My Lord, I want to feel you inside me.” You begged him yet again, equal parts terrified and turned on. When the future king finally thrust into your core his cock slid in easily, your slick producing the most obscene vulgar sounds he had heard. “You are so wet, pretty girl.” He cooed at you, changing the angle so he could thrust even deeper, hitting your cervix again and again. You moaned loudly, your nerves’ endings on fire from the tickling pain and the lingering pleasure underneath it. “You look so good like this, baby.” Diavolo groaned through gritted teeth and grabbed your hips so he could control the force and pound into you harder. “Fuck, I’ve always wanted to feel you bouncing on my dick, ever since you came here.” The prince cursed under his breath as the tears ruined your makeup completely. You weren’t sure whether your whines were ones of satisfaction or lamentation at this point, but you couldn’t stop them coming either way.

“It’s time to put your disobedient mouth to a better use, doll.” Lucifer spoke out, gripping your chin tightly and tilting it up. He had been quiet while his master had used you, almost appearing bored and uninterested, but now you could see it clearly in his eyes. The demon was envious, furious, restless. His heart was beating fast, his hands were sweaty and there was a solid bulge protruding in his black jeans, currently poking your cheek. The show had been exactly to his liking.

“Open your mouth, Y/N.” The Avatar of Pride demanded, so you opened it – there really wasn’t a way around it. In the next moment the oldest brother forced his throbbing member past your lips, impatient to feel your throat clench and tighten around his hard cock. He tried to be gentle at first and go slowly, but soon enough he was fucking your mouth as if it was a fleshlight, the pent up frustration too great to ignore. “Do you like it, darling?” The demon whispered so only you would hear it, to which you simply closed your eyes shut. You were dissociating little by little, somewhere in your head and far away from this small suffocating room, caged between two bodies. “You probably do. You must love being passed around like a cheap whore.” Lucifer taunted you humorlessly. “That’s why you always talk to other men, right? I’m not enough for you, baby?” He kept rambling as he moved in and out of your warm tight throat, getting more and more aggressive the longer he talked. You wanted to deny everything, to remind him that his brothers were your friends so of course you would talk to them, but right now it was pointless to even try – every attempt at defending yourself would only serve as a pleasant vibration down your tormentor’s length, something you weren’t keen on giving him.

“Let’s cum together, Lucy.” Diavolo interrupted the manic blabbering of his right – hand man, and their lustful eyes met for a second. Both of the demons sped up their paces, competing for your undivided attention and those sweet desperate sounds falling from your stuffed mouth. Your whole body was shaking from all the intense stimulation on both ends and you could feel your core muscles tighten while your pussy throbbed and convulsed. Suddenly the prince moaned rather lewdly, his hot thick essence filling your hole up to the brim and leaking down your thighs. At the same time Lucifer pushed one final time into your throat, his tip hitting your uvula and causing you to gag. The oldest brother made sure to pull out just before he climaxed so he could come all over your cute little face, cheeks puffy and red from all the crying, mascara smeared and trembling lips plump and swollen. He had never wanted to kiss you as badly as he did now, but he reminded himself that your punishment wasn’t over.

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The demons quickly fixed themselves with the help of magic, while you laid down in a puddle of semen and your own juices, humiliated, puzzled, yet still as aroused as before. Lucifer sized you up, smirking devilishly as he walked towards you. The raging hormones and the stupid butterflies in your stomach acted up, and you clung to the leg of the immortal, hiding your face between his thighs.

“What do you want, darling?” The Avatar of Pride asked teasingly, running a hand trough your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You inhaled deeply, but only managed to snuggle further into his legs, desperate for relief. “Looks like our little princess wants to cum.” Diavolo suggested, equally as taunting as his right – hand man had been. Lucifer looked at you, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room like two rubies. “Is that true, doll?” He continued the silly game of cat and mouse, but you nodded frantically none the less. Your reaction seemed to amuse the two demons, judging by their sharp malicious laugh. You could hear it ringing in your head. Lucifer knelt beside you, wiping the white liquid off your face. Then he kissed you roughly, all teeth and tongue. When he finally pulled away there was a string of saliva dripping from your lower lip, and your hazy gaze was full of hope.

“You can’t cum, doll.” The demon’s cold patronizing voice cut though the tension – filled air like a blade. You quickly looked up, pleading silently for him to reconsider. “When you show me that you have learnt your lesson then we might give that sweet cunt the pleasure it deserves.” Lucifer declared, cunning glee creeping into his monotone voice. You could feel the cries rising and dying at your chest. “Otherwise you are not to touch it.” The cruel order of torment left his lips, stretched into an eerie grin.

At the end this whole ordeal wasn’t for nothing – quite the opposite. The demon had you dancing in his palm. He had made sure of one thing – you just couldn’t resist pleasure. And he also knew that a certain Lord couldn’t resist you.

Two birds with one stone.

[xfancyfranart]

“These Violent Delights”

Coming soon. Brought to you by the very sexy @deancashorrorfest

Author: SomethingBlue42 (@bowlegsandbiceps)

Artist: xfancyfranart

Rating: E

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Word count: 30K

Warnings: Non-Con (not between Dean/Cas), emotional manipulation, non-consensual marking, attempted rape, murder, cannibalism, mutilation, gore, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, alcoholism, the food is people, mariachi music

Tags: Silence of the Lambs AU, Alternate Universe, Hannibal AU, Psychiatrist Castiel, Orderly Dean Winchester, Veteran Dean Winchester, Alcoholic Dean Winchester, FBI Agent Sam Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, oral sex

Posting dates: 10/1, 10/4, 10/6, 10/11, 10/13, 10/18, 10/20, 10/25, 10/27, 10/29

Summary: Dean Winchester, war vet and functioning alcoholic with a life that’s going nowhere, takes a job at Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Dean had never heard of Dr. Castiel Novak - notorious serial killer and cannibal - given he’d been dodging bullets and performing field triage during Novak’s sensational trial. Seasoned orderly Rufus lays out the rules: Do not touch the glass. Do not approach the glass. You pass him nothing but soft paper - no pencils, no pens. Use the sliding food carrier only, no exceptions. If he attempts to pass you anything, do not accept it. And most importantly: don't tell him anything personal.

But Dean was never much for following the rules and Castiel has a way of making Dean feel like he isn’t the grade-a loser his hot-shot FBI agent brother thinks he is. Then, a senator’s daughter goes missing, setting forth a chain of events that put Dean on a path that forces him to choose where his loyalties lie and just how far he’s willing to walk into the dark.

Excerpt:

“Dr. Novak, this here is Dean. He’s gonna be assisting me on nightshift.” Dean gave a perfunctory nod.

Novak’s lips twitched. “Hello, Dean.” His brows lifted as he turned his attention back to Rufus. “And what’s become of Mr. Fitzgerald?”

Rufus cleared his throat. “Found greener pastures I guess.”

Novak hummed, arms crossing as he pressed a long finger to his plush bottom lip. “I do hope he’s pursuing his interest in dentistry.”

Novak’s eyes were on Dean again, studying his face with avid interest. Dean stared right back seemingly unmoved, but the hair on the back of his neck had lifted the second their eyes locked. Rufus was saying something, white noise next to him until he leaned into Dean’s personal space to reach forward, tugging a handle on the wall where the plexiglass ended.

“-sliding tray to deliver meals and bedding. Remember what I said before.” Rufus gave Dean a pointed look and Dean glanced at Novak who was watching and listening intently, finger still pressed to his lip. A smile seemed to light his eyes though it didn’t reach his mouth.

“It’s also used to deliver the phone so I can call my lawyer.” His eyes moved to Rufus. “Which I would like to do now, please.”

Rufus checked his watch. “Little late.”

“He’s expecting my call. Dr. Chilton monopolized the majority of my time this afternoon and then it was shift change and well…” Novak trailed, giving a helpless shrug, eyes snagging Dean’s again.

Rufus grumbled to himself but started off back down the hall, presumably to get the phone. Dean should have followed but he found himself held captive by that stare. He fought the urge to take a step back as Novak stepped closer to the glass, breaking eye contact as his head cocked to the side. His chin tipped just a bit as he nosed the air, almost as if he were scenting the circular holes near the ceiling, likely there to permit airflow.

Novak hummed again. “Jack Daniels… no, Evan Williams?” He lifted a brow and Dean froze, eyes going wide. It took everything in him not to bring his palm to his mouth and check his own breath. Novak caught the stutter of his hand at his side and smirked. Dean swallowed hard, holding the other man’s gaze, jaw taut. “Rumple Minz,” Novak said finally with a definitive nod of his head, finger finally leaving his lip as he crossed his arms behind his back. “Bartender’s mouthwash it’s been called. No one would be the wiser.”

“Dean?” Rufus’ voice questioned from where he stood, about to go back through the gate.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Dean. I’m sure we’ll be fast friends.” Dean shivered as a smile pulled across Novak’s face, and instead of lighting it up it only revealed more darkness.

[pockcock]

No thoughts. Pussy dwelling on Erwin's fingers edging you until you're a begging mess though. (Because let's face it, we all know the calluses on his hands feel like heaven when his tongue eases the feeling soon after-)

"whore mouth" // erwin smith x f!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

word count: 2.4k

a/n: Oh god I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I'M SORRY I'M SORRYYYY :( This was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away... Anyways. ENJOY <3

tw// porn with very little plot. impact play. slapping. jealous!erwin. sugardaddy!erwin. dom!erwin. sadist!erwin. edging. cunnilingus. breath play. dumbification. spitting. forced orgasm. slight blood. squirting. clit slapping. slight consensual non-con (reader and erwin have a dom/sub relationship). prey-predator if you squint. usage of "whore, slut, bitch". aftercare.

Erwin isn't the jealous type in your eye. He is a confident man, he is fierce. He is the CEO of the Corps Ltd. after all. He isn't jealous, people are jealous of him.

But the look he gave you at the party made you lose your ability to breathe.

He bought this black silk dress for you a couple of weeks ago. It arrived at your door by his assistant, Armin, a pretty young boy. He reminded you of Erwin, only young and naive. You felt incredible in the fabric, it felt as if the dress was made for you and you only. Everything was right about the dress. But you didn't have any opportunity to wear it. Until tonight.

"Here we are, madam," Armin spoke, his eyes met yours from the rearview mirror. It was obvious that he was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from your beautifully exposed chest and perky nipples showing through the dress. "Mr. Smith is waiting for you inside."

You thanked him and carefully got out of the car not letting your dress go even higher. As you entered the hotel where the party was being hosted, your eyes found your pretty CEO. Surrounded by his close friends Miche and Levi, he was laughing. He was wearing his brand new black Hermes set with a gold detailed Versace tie. Then he saw you, his whole expression changed. The bright, playful eyes turned into loving ones.

"My sunshine," he greeted you with open arms, calling you in. "She is finally here!"

You walked towards him. "Traffic hold me hostage!"

A little laugh escaped his lips as he hugged you. But his words were far far away from his laugh. "Why the fuck are you wearing that?"

You hugged him, hiding your surprised and sad face in his neck. "I-I thought you'd enjoy it..."

He let you go, fixed your hair a bit. Cupping your cheeks, he said: "We'll talk about it when we go home, okay? Now let's enjoy our party." And, uh, what a bastard he is, to put the smile back into your face, he added. "You're looking like a swan."

And the rest of the night was almost perfect. Erwin introduced you as "My cup of sunshine!" to his friends, co-workers, business partners. He complimented you, let others compliment you and he even let Miche steal you for the dance and touch your bareback with his enormous hands. He let Zeke kiss your hand which was decorated by the ring Erwin gave. Everything went smoothly.

And yet, here you were, in front of him. Couldn't even look at his face because of the humiliation and mockery he possessed in his eyes.

"Tell me, princess. Why did you wear that?" he asked, emphasizing the word 'that'.

"I'm sorry-"

Your head went to your right with the impact. Your left cheek was burning and you were in shock. Did he slap you?

"I'm not asking for your apology. I'm asking for the reason."

You lifted your head, eyes filled with fear. "I-"

Another slap. This one hurt more than the other. "Stop this fucking nonsense and answer me." His voice was calm, steady. It contained no anger or fury.

"I thought..." A tear left your eye, you wiped it with the back of your hand. "I thought y-you'd like it."

Another slap. "Did you get the note I sent with the dress? I remember putting it into the box myself. I even attached it to the dress with an anklet. Remember?"

"Yes."

Another slap, you fell onto the ground. "What did it say?"

A sob left your lips. "I-I don't..."

"You don't what, princess?" He kneeled down. He grabbed your chin, lifting it up and looking directly into your teary eyes. "Tell me."

" I don't remember!" You screamed it out. Humiliation now took over your body, making you ache in pain. It was also creating a pool between your legs. "I don't remember, Erwin! I'm so-"

Another slap. "You don't get to say my name tonight." He took his jacket off, then his tie, he threw both across the room. He talked as he rolled his sleeves up. “You don’t deserve to say my name with that whore mouth.”

He yanked your hair making you scream in pain, he slammed you into the wall. The photos fell down, shattered. His rough hands ripped the dress’ straps, making it fall onto the floor, pooling around your feet. “I bought this for my eyes. My pleasure.” He slapped your right breast harshly. “You are mine.” He pinched your cheeks together, making you open your mouth. “That’s what I wrote, stupid whore.” He spitted onto your tongue, it tasted like whiskey and cigar. Then he covered your mouth and your nose, not letting you breathe. “Swallow.”

You did as he said. How couldn’t you?

“Open your mouth, tongue out.” He let go of your mouth, wanted to see your mouth empty. You inhaled in relief, brain too hazy to understand anything. He slapped you again. “Open your fucking mouth.”

“Erwin!” You screamed with pain again.

He laughed and let your hair go, you fell down with the sudden movement. “Your stupid brain can’t understand a word I say, right?” He grabbed you by the neck, lifting your fragile body up. “What are you good for? Oh, right! Being a whore, now I remember.”

You grabbed his forearm, nails digging into his skin. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything. You tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. The worst part wasn’t him being harsh with you. It was him being calm as usual, never shouting, never talking with clenched teeth. Even his damn expression was calm. His damn eyebrows weren’t furrowed. That scared you.

“Stop,” he said, pushing your hands away with a harsh move. You made his arms bleed a little. He looked at you unimpressed. “You never understand, do you?”

He took you to your shared bedroom, threw you onto the bed. You tried to get away, silly you, where could you go. Your makeup was a mess, mascara running down onto your cheeks as your tears left your eyes, painting your face black. Crying loudly, you screamed once more. “Please! Please don’t!” You tried to stop him. “Daddy please!”

He choked you, again, harsher this time. You held onto his arms, wishing he would let you breathe just once. Slammed your weak body into the mattress, he ripped your panties. “You’re begging me not to do anything, yet you’re soaking like a fucking slut.” Without warning, he pushed his thick middle and ring finger inside you. “See? You take my fingers like a slut too!” Amusement coated his tone. “You either want my fingers or my dick. You just want to be my pocket pussy, right, slut?” He was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, wet noises filled the room. “Stupid whore.”

Your eyes rolled back. Everything was too much. Too much pleasure, too much pain, too little air. Your brain was shutting down slowly, you couldn’t think straight. You wanted to kiss him, wanted to beg him to fuck you with his huge cock. Wanted him to take you then and there, without preparation. Yet, the only thing you could do was to moan, like a stupid whore. His voice echoed in your brain. You got closer, his fingers curled inside you, finding that pretty spot. It was too much?

“You’re cumming already?” He mocked, his pace quickened. “You won’t. Hold it.”

Your fingernails once again found the little cuts they made previously, digging even harder as the pleasure built up. You were losing consciousness due to the lack of oxygen in your body. You couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hold your orgasm, couldn’t stop him.

Erwin felt your orgasm before you. He pulled his hands away from you. “Open your legs. Ruin it. Don’t cum.”

You couldn’t.

The pleasure hit you, hit your body like a truck. With the sudden feeling of air coming into your lungs, your legs started trembling. Your whole body clenched, shaking like your vibrator Erwin bought you for your birthday. Your eyes snapped open and you felt something coming out of your cunt, wetting your legs, the bed and Erwin in front of you. You squirted.

“Fuck…” You heard Erwin cursing under his breath. His pants were soaking wet.

“D-Daddy...” You reached out for him, eyes barely functioning after the intense orgasm. “I-I’m sorry, I co-uldn’t hold it… I couldn't ruin it!”

He tsked. “Princess, what have you done?”

Your eyes filled with tears once again. You were slowly regaining your ability to think. “Daddy... I’m sorry…”

He sat next to you, pushed the hair from your face. “Shh, don’t talk…” He cupped your cheeks. “Maybe I was a bit too harsh for you.” He leaned down to kiss your puffy lips. “But you still need to be punished baby.”

Before you could protest, he spanked your clit.

“You were being a whore today.” Spank. “And you were also being a bad girl.” Spank. “You didn’t listen to me.” Spank. “But now,” Spank. “You’ll be cumming from this.”

You did. You didn’t know you could. But you did. And he didn’t stop.

“Daddy! S-Stop! I’ve come already” You tried to close your legs, the pleasure was turning into pain with each slap. “Can’t take it! Daddy I’m cumming!”

“Yes, babygirl,” He whispered. His eyes were locked into your, his pupils had expanded. “You’re cumming again. And you’ll be cumming again. And again. Until I’m done with you.”

“Daddy!”

His spanks became even faster and harder, hitting that sensitive bud throbbing in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When you opened your mouth to moan, he spitted onto your tongue once again. “Don’t swallow. Stick your tongue out, slut,” he said as his other hand caressed your hair. “Let yourself drool like a stupid whore.” His words, his actions… Everything was so complicated. Making you feel even more stupid.

After cumming another four times you were a drooling, dripping mess. You were lost your sight. Everything was spinning, the ceiling, Erwin in front of you, and you. Your breaths were unsteady, you couldn’t even hear your heartbeat because of its speed.

Erwin patted your cheek. “Don’t faint on me now, bitch.”

“D-Daddy…”

He smiled. “Shh, princess. I know.” His hands came down on your face to wipe your tears away. “I’m proud of you.” He kissed your forehead. “Now, I’m going to eat you out, ‘kay? I wanna taste my pretty pocket pussy.”

You squinted your eyes to see him. Your eyes filled with tears once again. Your makeup was already ruined and smudged into the sheets. “Please daddy! I can’t take-”

“Shut up, baby.” He stood up, got between your legs and pulled you towards his face. Erwin loved your pussy so much, he could live in there forever. He inhaled the heavenly scent and licked your slit, drinking everything you offered. “It’s my pussy and I chose to do whatever I want.”

You tried to push him, kick him away. Nothing worked. Erwin Smith, ate your pussy like it was his last day on earth. He ate your cum, drank your juices, sucked on your clit and fucked you with his tongue. His face was sweaty, his perfect hair stuck onto his forehead. His naked chin was now coated with your nectar. He made you cum again, leaving you breathless, sucking your soul out of your body. He made you cum, made you squirt onto his face. He was pussy drunk, couldn’t let you go. Couldn’t stop sucking your clit. He loved the way your legs trembled after each orgasm. He loved the way you screamed “Daddy!” first and when he didn’t stop you screamed “Erwin!”. He loved the way you babble nonsense trying to apologize from him. Stupid slut, he thought. And ate you out until your whole body went numb.

When he was finally done, both of you were panting. You were barely awake, holding onto nothing but trying your best not to lose consciousness. Erwin was tired, tired from eating you out, fingering you and taking your soul away from you. He got up, laid right next to you. He adored this sight; you, completely fucked up and ruined. He did this without putting his cock in you. He was proud.

“Are you with me princess?” He whispered into the night. He was being cautious.

You nodded weakly.

“Good girl,” he said. Kissed your forehead slowly he cupped your cheeks. “Can you give me a color baby?” You were using a color system alongside your safeword. It was for your safety.

“Y-Yellow…” Your voice was hoarse after all the screaming.

He furrowed his brows. He was too harsh on you. “I’m sorry, kitten.” He carefully flipped you onto your side, hugging your back tightly, he kissed your shoulder. “I was too harsh on you. I’m so sorry baby.”

A sob escaped your lips. “But you didn’t cum…”

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay. You’ve done so well. I got pleasure from your pleasure. I'm not important. You are. Your pleasure is. You did so well. So well baby. That’s what is important. I got you now, okay? I’ll never let you go. You’re my everything. I got you. I’ll never leave you.”

You stayed there, tangled together for a long time. Erwin kissed your shoulders, back and hair, his calloused hands caressed your arms. When the extreme pleasure made you clench again, he hugged you tighter, whispering. “Calm down, baby. I got you.” He made sure you were fully okay after your intense session.

“D-Daddy?”

His heart shattered into thousand pieces after hearing that tone in your voice. “You can say my name baby, it’s over now.”

“Erwin,” you said almost hesitantly. “C-Can I go to the bathroom? I need to pee.”

His eyes snapped open. Right, you had to. “Yes baby, let me take you there.” He took you into his arms bridal style. “And we’ll take a bath, I really want to try that lavender bath bomb you bought. Is that okay baby?”

You snuggled into his shirt, it was still wet after your countless orgasms.

After you were done with everything, you were in your marble bathtub with Erwin. A purple color was prominent in the water, making you feel safe. You leaned into his chest filled with little patches of thin gold hair even more. He was your home.

“Erwin?” you asked, melting into his touches.

“Yes, princess?”

“How many times did I cum?” You asked, lifted your head to look at him. You loved that expression. You could see surprise, confusion, calculation and answer in seconds.

“Thirty..” he furrowed his thick brows, he was counting. “Thirty-nine.” Then he realized what he said. His eyes opened up with amazement. “Oh.”

“Yeah..” you said, a chuckle left your chest.

“We broke our record!”

taggings: @maries-gallery @st-arlert (you have to read this baby, no escapes) @azazelles

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Let Me Spoil You. (18+) (NSFW)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I AM FEEDING U GUYS SO GOOD ???? holy mother of a goose i poured my blood sweat and tears into this, bumping to yung gravy as i write this so u alrdy know this is gonna be a banger!!! also i didn’t edit at all and i got so lazy at the end n i didnt wanna scrap this so uhh sorry if its bad 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Dom Gojo x Sub Female Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3683 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Dub-Con (I think?) Inexperienced Virgin Reader, Somnophilia, Degradation, Dom/Sub, Edging, Begging, Spitting 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | It’s your one month anniversary, and you really don’t like Gojo spoiling you, Gojo gets frustrated, he teaches you a lesson.    A soft orange filter glazed the bathroom, a humid breeze blowing in weakly from the window that was always open, no matter what. The shower head lightly sprinkled on you, mumbling curses to the shower head, you swatted, and lightly tapped it a few times before you realized you had to change the water pressure.     Facepalming, you hadn’t realized that you had changed the water pressure to ungodly levels. It was too late when you had realized, the water shot at your face, practically pushing you back. Water droplets adorned your cheeks, and your hair suddenly decreased in volume.     Gasping for air, you used your arm to wipe your eyes and quickly turned the temperature up to anything other than the freezing bitter cold, you stretched, indulging in the refreshing, hot water.    You had just gone out with Gojo for a luxurious dinner, even though it wasn’t quite your style, Gojo had insisted on taking you out to a fine-dining establishment. Small cuts of steak, with absurdly expensive champagne on the side, and of course, Gojo’s favorite, absurdly expensive desserts.    It had been almost a month since you had began to go out with him, and he had tried treating you like a princess ever since. Anything you set your eyes on, he offered to buy it, whipping out a black leather wallet that was close to snapping. Thick wads of cash sat untouched, and you always politely declined.     He had always argued with you, telling you that it was a given for significant others to spoil their loved ones. You always brushed it off, but in the latest argument between you two, Gojo was persistent, insisting that you were to dress in your finest and so that he could, “finally spoil my babygirl.”     You could still remember how the conversation went.     “No, Satoru.” you scoffed, turning to face him, leaning on the counter. Your arms crossed over your chest, “We can get JUST as good food if we order take out or some shit.”     “Listen, sweetheart,” he immediately rushed over, his hand on your ass, rubbing up and down, his other caressing your neck. “It’s nothing on me financially, I can handle it, I want to spoil you princess.”     You shook your head, looking down. He took his hand off your neck and rubbed his.     “I rarely get to spend time with you, between the meetings and the missions and training Yuuji, so let me do it just this once, is that okay, pumpkin? Besides, what do you lose from this? I made the reservation too, so we don’t have to wait. It’s a win win~”    You glanced up, before looking down again, ruffling your hair. An awkward silence grew between you two.    What did you lose from this? Even though Gojo was absolutely loaded, you still felt terrible spending money for unnecessary shit.    He looked at you, placing his hand on his chin, he looked like he was thinking, which was unusual, because the guy was as dumb as a snail sometimes. He let out a small “hm” stroking his chin as if he was debating with world renowned scholars before finally opening his mouth, “Oooooooooh, I get it now!”     You sighed, so dramatic.    He leaned forward, you always forgot how ridiculously tall he was, and how much he loomed over your figure. “Babe, don’t feel bad.” he tipped your chin upward so he could look you in the eye, even though he was quite literally wearing his blindfold, “this has been our 1 month anniversary, and what’s an anniversary without spending money on unnecessary shit?”    “I mean, I guess..”    Hesitantly agreeing, he shoved you upstairs into his room (and yours as well!) to throw on the best formal looking outfit you could find last minute. Digging through the drawers, you found a skin-tight black sundress that you had paired with a  layered delicate necklace Gojo had gifted you on your second week of dating. Hastily throwing on gold rings and a gold anklet just for the fun of it, you fluffed up your hair. You looked at your black high heels.    Hey, if you were gonna be so lavish looking, why not go all out?    You regretted that train of thought later on, and wondered why you didn’t just pull up in a simple white t-shirt.     Regardless, it was worth it at the end. Gojo looked stunning that night. Swapping out the regular blindfold for a pair of black sunglasses, it accentuated his chiseled features even more. His hair wasn’t what it was usually, it wasn’t spiked up at all. Instead, he wore it down. It looked much softer, and it framed his face perfectly. He wore a buttoned down dress shirt, and you felt your heart swell when other woman watched him walk by, their faces faltering when they realized his arm around your waist.     He even went to the extent of pulling the chairs out for you, and opening the car door, as if you were truly a princess. Admittedly, you found yourself enjoying the fine dining, even with the ridiculously small portions. The atmosphere, and the pampering from the waiters had grown on you.    While thinking about the events of your anniversary, the door creaked opened, Gojo’s head peaked just above the foggy glass doors of the shower.     You slightly slid the door open just a crack, you knew that most couples would immediately open the door and have their arms out, waiting for their significant other to immediately pleasure them in the shower, but you hadn’t done anything like that with Gojo yet.     Instantly met with his incredibly toned body, glowing in the hazy amber light from the window, you gulped. A towel draped over his veiny arms, and an incredibly large t-shirt with panties in the other.     You quickly realized the t-shirt as the one Gojo often wore, you had never worn one of his t-shirts before.    The endless missions had obviously done him well, he looked like he was sculpted from marble, a gift from heaven. Arms strong enough to hold the world, you wondered what it would be like to have him carry you around.     Your face flushed a bright red, you didn’t even know what it was like to be carried by him, the furthest you both went was making out, and even you had found yourself being too bad at it to do it consistently.     Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize what Gojo was saying. “Sugarplum? I got your clothes.” he murmured softly, setting the towel and clothes down.     Your breath hitched, watching his head turn to face the shower. Instantaneously looking down at your face peeking through.    You were never gonna hear the end of this one.    A small smile spread across his face, before disappearing into a large cocky smirk, now that he had realized what you were looking at. “It’s okay, I understand, pumpkin. Not many have the courage to tell me face to face that I’m the best. In terms of strength, and looks, and everything.”     You stuck out your tongue, blowing a raspberry.     “Fuck off, idiot, I’m trying to shower!”     “Ouch! I didn’t say that when you were ogling at my body, didn’t I? That really hurt my feelings, weren’t you ever taught the golden rule?”     His hand wove through his hair, and you couldn’t help realize how soft it looked without all the gel holding the iconic spikes together.    “Treat others how you want to be treated.” he winked.    Your mouth sealed shut, accepting your defeat, you slid the glass door shut loudly.     You heard loud booming laughter go down the hallway, gradually getting quieter and quieter before exhaling a sigh of relief as you continued to shower.     You couldn’t help but think about your boyfriend’s body once more, it seemed like a dream. Was he really yours? He had the body of a super model and he settled with you and not some ridiculously pretty girl?     Anyone would take advantage of such a handsome boyfriend, showing him off for the world to see.    You felt an unfamiliar throb between your legs, you looked down, head tilted to the side while also simultaneously furiously washing your hair.    You hadn’t felt this throbbing too much, it was almost like a yearning, and you were almost sure you knew what it was, but you didn’t quite want to admit it yet.    Shaking your head furiously, you wanted to finish your shower before anything else. Ignoring the obvious. ‧₊˚✩彡.    Rubbing your hair with your towel, you had thrown on the t-shirt and panties, cursing Gojo silently for not giving you a pair of shorts. Rummaging through the drawers in your room, Gojo suddenly appeared in the hallway.    “What are you looking for, love?” he leaned on the doorway, cocking his head to his side with a mischievous grin.    “Why don’t you ask yourself, considering that you were the one who gave me my clothes.” you scoffed, pushing the drawer you were searching for back and moving on to the next. You had forgotten which drawer had your pants, vivid images of Gojo’s body echoing through your mind.    “Your pants are on the left of the drawer.” he strode over to the king-sized bed, the mattress sinking down as he sat. “What are you thinking about?”    You scoffed again, looking at him with a side eye. “I’m not thinking of anything? What are you talking about?” 

   “Whenever you think, you forget literally everything around you.”

   Cursing the Gojo clan for ever birthing such a smart yet stupid child, you twirled around with a pair of shorts now in hand. “I do not!”

   “Yeah? Okay lil girl. Oh no, you’re not wearing those.” 

   You felt a throb yet again when you heard him call you lil girl. He snatched the pair of shorts up, dangling it just above your head. “Can’t I ever have my girlfriend wear something remotely sexy? I love your body. I want to see it all in its glory.” He placed it back into the drawer neatly.

   You froze. He was being incredibly straightforward, which wasn’t unlike Gojo, but you didn’t think he would make such large advancements. His arms snaked around your waist without you even realizing, breathing heavily as he placed your ass on his lap. 

   Readjusting to the new position, you looked up, fear and excitement brewing inside of you, was this going to be your first time having sex? You leaned in for a kiss.

   Just as he was about to give you a taste of his lips once again, a loud ringtone sounded. 

   “Fuck.” he cursed to himself, digging into his pockets and whipping out his phone, he gestured for you to be quiet. You whined a little, you had now realized what you were throbbing for.

   “Hello?” Gojo cocked his head to his side, placing the phone right next to his ear as it dangerously rested on his shoulder. A disgruntled look in his face, one hand squishing your ass. 

   “Mmmmmm, yeah, okay.” he placed the phone down on the covers, looking down to you, eye to eye.

   “That was a call from Ijichi, there’s some crazy shit going on somewhere, I have to take an emergency business trip.” he kissed your forehead gently, “I love you okay?” 

   Disappointed with the outcome, you nodded. He gave you a gentle few pats on your back before standing up, gently rolling you over on the bed, and rummaging through the drawers for his work uniform.  

   “As he casually undressed in front of you, you obviously stared, savoring the last few minutes of his body before he would disappear for the next few days, or maybe even weeks, or a month. 

   He looked back on you, just as he was entering the hallway. 

   “You forgot to say I love you.” 

   Looking up, you cursed to yourself, he didn’t have the usual playful cocky grin, now replaced with a worried one. 

   “I love you too.”

‧₊˚✩彡.

   It had now been a week since your 1 month anniversary, you had been blue balled so badly, it almost hurt. You were laying down on your bed, looking at the curtains flutter as a casual wind blew into the room. The sun was setting, and a beautiful dark blue canvas dotted with stars was sure to appear. 

   You had tried holding off, ignoring your walls desperately wrapping around something that wasn’t there. Constantly looking down, seeing that your panties were obviously soaked. The dreams weren’t helping either, Satoru had been appearing in your dreams and doing things that even he would be weirded out by, and he had seen some shit.

   Your arm snaked down to your panties, hand underneath the fabric. You breathed a sigh of relief as your unexperienced fingers circled your entrance, enjoying the slight tease. You heard the slight suckle of your walls around your fingers, enjoying the full feeling. 

   Yet you knew that this wasn’t the extent of things, you knew that there were much bigger, capable of reaching places you wouldn’t even dream of reaching. But you enjoyed the small amounts of pleasure anyways.

   You pulled your panties down, throwing it into the laundry basket and cursing yourself for making it so wet. Slowly thrusting in and out with the finger, you sighed a breath of relief. 

   “Fuck.” you gasped, as a white fluid pooled out of you onto the sheets. You cursed harder to yourself, realizing now that you had to wash them. 

   “Shit.” you couldn’t quite stop there though, you had even more aching between your legs, and you had to satisfy your cravings, you didn’t even know when Gojo would come home. 

   You gasped more, a second round of white fluids flowed out of you. The yearnings now gone, you yanked a tissue out of the tissue box, wiping your finger on it, too lazy to get up, you would worry about the cum later. Drifting off into a heavy sleep, dreaming once again about the ungodly things you wanted Gojo to do to you.

‧₊˚✩彡.

   “Gojo, s-stop.” you looked up at him as you sat on his lap, his fingers coated with your slick. His other hand played with the hem of your skirt. Not responding, he continued to quietly fingering you. 

   You quickly put a hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled moan, he snickered a little, before pulling out his fingers. 

   You whined a bit, earning a stare from a few people. Looking up at him with puppy eyes, you felt yourself wrapping around air.

   He sadistically smiled. You wondered how his eyes would look right now, unable to look at him because of his blindfold. 

   “Beg for it, slut.” he silently whispered, teasing your entrance. You let out a little whimper again, how were you to be quiet when he was doing all this to you?

   You opened your mouth slightly, about to beg, before being shut down completely as he shoved 3 fingers into you. 

   You let out a loud squeak, the whole restaurant now staring at you, eyeing you even across the room with displeased faces. You looked down, embarrassed. 

   He was now laughing at you, you looked up to him about to silently chew him out. Before opening your mouth, you were transported into a bright room. 

‧₊˚✩彡.

   Your eyes blinked, readjusting to the brightness. You realized that your legs were slightly colder then your upper half, realizing that you were completely naked down there. You blinked furiously, looking around, seeing someone’s incredibly muscular chest, with unmistakable white hair. 

   Rubbing your eyes, making sure that you weren’t seeing things, you mumbled, “Gojo?” 

   You felt something squirm around inside of you, letting out a loud moan as it pulled out. 

   “Hm?” he murmured sleepily, you looked down.

   Putting two and two together, his incredibly long fingers were glistening with a wetness. He shuffled a bit before finally sucking and licking his fingers, looking at you directly in the eye while doing so. 

   “What’s wrong, slut?” he smiled deviously again, resting his chin on your shoulder before thrusting 2 fingers back inside of you again. Curling them inside of you, indulging in the toe curling scream you made. 

   “Gojo! You’re...” he pulled his fingers out before you could finish, adding another finger, he was now up to 3.

   “FUCK, SATORU!”    With a lustrous glint in his eyes, he shoved his thumb and index finger into your mouth.     “That’s daddy to you, and look at your body. It’s practically begging for my cock by now. Oh princess, did I play with you for too long?” he slipped his fingers out of your needy pussy, smiling into your hair.     “Want daddy to fuck you?”    Your mouth suddenly dry, you looked at his neck. Not knowing how to respond, you nodded vigorously, sucking on his fingers.    He tipped your chin to look upwards at his face, staring directly into his aquamarine eyes.     “Use your words, whore. Or you’re not getting shit.” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.     You coughed and spluttered into your arm, tears forming at the corner of your eyes.     His eyes went softer, pulling you into his chest. “Oh sweetheart, did I go too rough on you?”     You shook your head, before shakily replying, “I-I was just surprised y-you came e-early from the mission a-and...” you took a deep breath in, “I was... unp-prepared.    Before he could reply, you blurted out,    “P-please, daddy, use my tight l-little holes. I’m all yours to u-use.”     He smiled, “What a cute slut. You want me to spoil you, don’t you?”     You nodded, now rubbing your thighs together. Your slick coated your inner thigh and your breathing was getting hot.     “How come when I offered to, you didn’t want to obey me?”     “Y-you can’t compare the two-”    He spat into your open mouth. Smiling a bit when he realized that you had swallowed it, looking at him with even wider puppy eyes.    “No talking back, repeat after me, lil girl. When daddy wants to spoil me, I will let him spoil me.”     “W-when daddy wants to s-spoil me, I...” you took a shaky breath in, “I’ll let him spoil m-me.”     “That’s a good girl. Now turn to look at the wall.” he calmly replied, you obeyed, looking at the wall, anticipating for whatever happened next.     You felt something big touch your entrance. Something unnecessarily big, you whimpered. Realizing it was Gojo’s dick.     He chuckled a bit, smiling into your neck and then giving it a light suck. “It’s okay princess, this is your first isn’t it? I’ll make you into my cumslut afterwards. I’ll go nice and easy.”   Heaving a bit, he thrusted a little inside of you. You held your breath.     Strangely, it didn’t hurt at all. Even with the contrast between his incredibly thick and large cock, to your inexperienced, tight walls.     “Missy, you’re so wet.” huskily muttering into your ear, “almost like you’re milking my cock. So tight.”    He grunted, repositioning myself and letting out a small, “Fuck.” as he did so. You whined as he gradually put more and more of him inside of you.     You tightened around his cock, drooling as you did so. You didn’t realize your mouth was open.     “Babe, I can barely fucking pull out.” Gojo said, while he played with your hair, stroking your cheek.     “W-why not?”     “Nothing other then the fact that, a) you’re too tight around me, and b) you’re clenching incredibly hard for no real reason.” he once again, shoved his thumb and index finger for you to suck on, the other playing with your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple.     “Just relax, baby. Let daddy do all the work, okay?”     You weakly nodded, as he finished shoving the last of his length inside of you. Whimpering, and yanking your pillow out from its normal position to hug it.     You felt him pull out, and he slammed back inside of you once again.     You swore to God that you saw the light, a wave of pleasure and your body going numb as he did so. Letting out a shrill squeak, you hugged your pillow as hard as you can, your juices flowing down into the bed now, leaving an evident trail of where it once came from.    Gojo grunted, snuggling deeper into your body. There was barely any space between the two of you, but you still didn’t feel close enough.     The room was filled with the sound of sticky skin against stinky skin, panting, and moans. You felt every. single. bit. of him.     Now, he had begun to quicken his pace, slamming into your body more often, sending waves of pleasure inside of you. His hair stuck to his neck, sweat pouring down his body, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.     “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck, I want to cum inside of you so badly, love.” he panted out of breath.     You whimpered, still unable to speak due to his fingers you were harshly sucking all this time. He laughed in response, before finally pulling out.     In a blink of an eye, he shot ropes of cum on your stomach, panting. You had finally gotten a good view of his cock, big was an understatement. Veins decorated the side of it, and the tip was a rosy pink.     “Lick some cum off of your pretty stomach, princess. I wanna see how pretty you look while doing so.”    Both of you breathing heavily, sweat dampening the sheets, his eyes bore into you. You gulped, even though you had done something so intimate with him, dominant Gojo was nothing to mess with.     You scooped some of his cum up with your finger and sucked on it, looking at him the whole time.     He grunted with approval, giving you a nice headrub.     “Well would you look at that.” he glanced at the wall, “it’s already morning. Wanna take a shower together, lil girl?”    On any other day, you’d make up an excuse, but you figured that you’d get fucked even harder if you told him you didn’t want to.     “Okay, daddy.”     “Good girl.”          

[bookluvrs-world]

FIRST TIME IN PARADISE

summary: y/n waited 18 years for this night. She had no idea that one phone call would change her life.

warning: smut, cursing, unprotected sex

author’s note: THE CHARACTERS ARE ALL 18 IN THIS STORY. i always appreciate feedback and new ideas!! thank you.

I have spent every summer in cousins since I was a baby. From the moment I knew what love was, I knew that’s how she felt for Conrad. He was my infinity. I decided that this summer would be different. I was going to try to get over him. I was determined.

The first night at cousins, I went for a late night swim. Jeremiah and Belly were at the pier , the moms were at some bar down the beach, and Steven was staying the night at Shayla’s. As I was swimming around in the pool, I heard the gate open. It was him. It was Conrad.

We didn’t say anything. He just walked inside, as if he didn’t see me. After swimming for a few more minutes, I went inside to take a shower. As I was walking up the stairs, I could hear Conrad on the phone with someone. I assumed it was a girl so I just kept walking. I grabbed my clothes from my room and rushed to the bathroom.

I turned the shower on, undressed, and got in. After about 25 minutes, I got out and went to my room. As I open the bathroom door, I could hear Conrad in his room. He was angry. I decided to go and talk to him. I knocked on the door and waited for a response. “Come in,” he said. I opened the door and could see glass shattered on the floor.

“Con, what happened?” I asked him looking at his floor. “Don’t worry about it,” he said in a harsh tone. “What were you yelling about?” I asked. “I said don’t worry about it, didn’t I?” He’s never spoken to me like this before. I couldn’t help but get butterflies in my stomach. “Fine, you don’t have to tell me. Just let me help you clean up the glass,” I offered but he refused. I bent down anyways and started picking up shards of glass. “Ouch!” I said as I looked down and saw that my finger was bleeding.

“Holy shit, y/n. Are you okay?” Conrad asked, bending over to grab my hand. He pulled me by the hand and sat with me on his bed. “Does it hurt?” he questioned. I shook my head no. “I’m just gonna go,” I said as I headed for his door. “Y/n?” Conrad said. “Please, sit back down. I need to talk to you,” I walked quickly over to his bed and sat down. “I wasn’t angry, I was jealous.” He said. Conrad has never admitted jealousy. This girl must be special.

“Jealous of what?” I asked him. “One of my guys friends asked who you were and said he was going to make a move on you. Then I tried to explain that you’re a virgin and he said that he didn’t care and that he was gonna take it from you. So, I started picturing you guys together and I just reacted.” He said. Conrad Fischer was jealous over me? Did he…have feeling for me? “Con, I know that you may know this already, but there’s only one person in this world who I’ve thought about losing it to, and that’s you.” I said. His eyes immediately locked with mine.

The next thing I know, he leaned in and kissed me. Our lips fit perfectly with each other’s. The kiss ran deep and passionate. Conrad laid onto his back and pulled me on him. As i straddled him, I could feel his bulge grow. I leaned up to get some air, and take my towel off. “God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he said looking at my breasts. “These are all yours. Do whatever you want with them.” I commanded back. He took my nipple into my mouth and started licking it. He put my other nipple in between his fingers and played with it.

As I was tugging the back of his hair, he started kissing my neck. Conrad flipped me over onto my back and started kissing down my body. He made his way to my thighs. He started kissing them, and looking up at me. “Is this okay?” He asked me. “Do it, Conrad. Please.” I was desperate to feel his tongue. He looked down and licked a stride against my walls. My back arched high. I gripped the sheets as tight as I could. I could feel his groans against me, and that alone caused the knot in my stomach to tighten. “I’m close, Con.” I told him.

“Don’t cum just yet, princess. I’m not done with you.” He said as he kissed my area and came back up to my lips. He removed his pants. His cock sprung out and I gasped. “Was that a gasp?” He asked me and I nodded. “Wait until you see what it’s gonna do to you.” He said as he gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in and kissed me. “Y/n, are you sure you want to do this? If not, we can stop right here or at any point. You just say the word.” He said. “This is all I think about. I want you so bad it physically hurts.” I told him. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.” He said sticking it in.

I immediately felt my walls stretch. “Is it too much, baby?” He asked me. “I want all of you.” I said back. He then shoved all of his cock into me at a rapid pace. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. “Take your hand off your mouth. I want to hear how good this feels.” Conrad said. I removed my hand from my mouth and let out a loud moan. “Fuck, Conrad. You feel so fucking good inside me.” I said, so loudly that you could hear it next door. It’s a good thing no one was home.

As Conrad thrusted into me, I could feel the knot in my stomach tighten up. “I- I- I’m close, Con,” I told him as I released around his cock. As he felt me release, he couldn’t help but cum with me. He threw his head onto my stomach, breathing heavily. We sat there for a solid minute before he picked his head up and looked at me. “I love you, Y/n. I always have.” He said to me while kissing my stomach. “I love you, Con.” I said as I tugged his hair. He put his shorts back on and pulled me up. “Let’s go get you some clothes on,” He said as he grabbed my towel and walked me to my room.

“Hey, guys. Did you guys hear someone screaming earlier? It sounded like they were getting murdered.” Jeremiah said as he stood in his door way. “Oh, shit!” I said as I finally realized. “Yeah, uhm, I think the neighbors have people over.” Conrad said. “Why are you sweating then?” Jere asked. “Shut up, dude!” I said back. “Make sure no one is home when you guys decide to fuck,” Belly said as we walked into my room laughing. “Well, I guess they know,” Conrad said.

[jadequeen88]

Smart Girls Make Fast Learners

NSFW 18+ ONLY. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

My contribution to the BNHarem’s monthly collab. The theme was SEx work. ⛓This piece is a first real deep dive into darker themes and was actually really, really exciting to write. 🖤 A massive thanks to my dear friend @libiraki​ for beta reading this.

TW: yandere behavior, toxic relationship, degradation, non-con, dub-con, degradation/praise kinks, mind break, oral (M and F receiving), over stim, loss of virginity, mentions of physical violence.

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone this type of relationship. This is a work of fiction and if this happens IRL please get out of the relationship!

There is a very specific type of dread that occurs when you discover that the person you built your world around has been lying to you. Tamaki Amajiki was experiencing this brand of betrayal for the first time in his twenty-one years on a rainy Tuesday in October in the dim lighting of your dorm room. His grip tightened around the open laptop as he stared at glimpses of flesh in the thumbnails of the many, many videos posted to the site. Previous live streams with thousands of views. He gulped down the bile in his throat as he scrolled through the videos. His shock and disgust morphed into a pure rage as he counted up the live streams that you’d had since first kissing him. 12. There had been twelve. Three times a week for the past four weeks. 

Those big doe eyes that looked into his eyes as you tentatively licked the tip of his cock for the first time… mere hours later they were rolling in the back of your head as you got off for strangers on the internet. He couldn’t take it. You were his first… everything… he knew that you hadn’t been innocent in your past. The way your tongue expertly wound around his when you first kissed him amongst your plush pillows and goose-down comforter reminded him of the fact. The low violet LED lighting of your bedroom made him feel like the two of you were in your own ethereal world. He could forgive you for not waiting for him as he’d waited for you. 

For the past four years, he kept to the shadows. He was there when the football player from freshman year cheated on you with one of your terrible friends (and when it happened the second, third, fourth time). He was there to binge your favorite shows with you (“*insert current guy you were fucking* just doesn’t get it, he’s not into it. I’m so glad I’ve got you to watch it with!”) He bit back the heartache that would wash over him when you’d pet him and coo over him… you didn’t see him as a man. He wanted to bend you over and prove he could fuck your brains out. He KNOWS he’d be perfect for you. But he never rejected the attention. He smiled and accepted whatever crumbs fell from your table. Whether it be helping you study or letting you complain about your shitty friends or your shitty jock boyfriends or your shitty parents… He gave and gave and gave… until that one day, 35 days ago to be exact, a shift in the tide occurred.

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“So why don’t you have a girlfriend, Tama-kun?”

“Wh-wha?”

Tamaki dropped the pencil he’d been using and before he could bend to get it himself, your hand was on his thigh and he was putty in your grasp. You giggled and cooed over him like you always did, but this time you did it while assaulting his mouth and neck with your skilled tongue. This time, for the first time, you made Tamaki feel like a man. Like YOUR man.

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Over the next few weeks, Tamaki had become quite skilled in pleasing a woman. It only took a little guidance to have him sucking at your clit with just the right amount of pressure. He learned on his own how to couple that with his long, delicate fingers twisting and pumping in and out of your slick hole. You’d cling to his silky hair, pulling him closer as a constant stream of praise tumbled from your lips:

“No one has ever made me feel this good.”

“Your fingers are perfect Tama-kun”.

“I love your mouth on me so much, baby.”

The first time you came on his face, Tamaki knew there was a god because he’d found heaven between your thighs.

But that was gone now… ripped away with one mouse click on the night he was going to finally give you his virginity. He had held on to it like it was a treasure. A treasure he’d present to you one day wrapped up in life-long devotion and worship... But Tamaki wasn’t in heaven anymore. He wasn’t going to worship you tonight. For the first time since laying eyes on you, Tamaki wanted to hurt you.

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You turned the shower off and dried yourself. Wiping the condensation from the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile at your reflection. You felt like this was going to be the first time giving your body to someone. Tonight was a redo. You were wiping the slate clean. Your first time would no longer be underneath the football captain in the passenger seat of his truck, left feeling sore and unsatisfied. It was going to be with the guy you should have noticed long ago. It would be soft and slow… passionate and filled with sweet words and caresses… limbs tangled in soft sheets that smell like lavender and vanilla. 

You applied your lotion and moisturized your face. The red lace adorning your body was arranged perfectly, accentuating the soft swell of your hips and chest. With one last glance in the mirror and adjustment of your bra, you opened the door to the cool air of your dorm room…

...And saw Tamaki looking murderous. 

His eyes slowly left the screen to meet your gaze. His tear-stained face had never looked this harsh. His normally sweet eyes were narrowed and red from crying. The sweet lips you’d licked and sucked with such tenderness were hard and cold as they pulled upward in a grimace.

The only thing he said before rising from the bed and setting aside your laptop was your camgirl username. Then he was on you before you could draw a breath to explain.

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Tamaki always thought he liked you best on top of him showering him with kisses and threading your fingers through his hair, but he had to admit… having your arms tied to a bed frame with the silky sash of your bathrobe cutting into your skin was doing things to him. When you sniffled, face stained with tears and snot, his dick twitched in his boxers. The whines you were choking back behind the silky red panties stuffed down your throat sent chills up his spine. You had to learn the hard way not to spit them out after a harsh slap echoed against your skin when you fought back the first time.

Tamaki stood back to survey the mess of skin, spit, and tears for a moment. You were a blank canvas for him to mark up with his rage and lust. You tried to hide away your bare pussy by clenching your thighs together. It only spurred him on.

“Do you have any clue what you’ve done?” he hovered over you, sleek muscles rippling over your own soft body, “I waited, and waited, and WAITED,” he bit down on the side of your exposed neck and you screamed behind the silky gag, trying your best not to expel it from your mouth and receive more punishment.

“I want to give you everything, Y/N,” he licks over the bite, almost apologetically, “I don’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want it to happen like this… FUCK, why?! Why did you ruin this?” his long fingers dug into your cheeks as he forced you to meet his fiery gaze. You couldn’t help whimpering and sniffling back more clear runny snot. You were so humiliated at how disheveled and disgusting you must look. His head ducked into the soft spot between your neck and shoulder and you felt him sob. 

Despite the abuse he’d inflicted upon you in the last ten minutes, you nuzzled your cheek into the top of his head in an attempt to comfort him. And he let you… he hated himself for it and he hated you for making this all so hard for him.

“No… no, no, no,” he rose from the bed to set up your ring-light and laptop, ice running through your veins at the sight. Your mind couldn’t accept what was about to happen.

“I’m... I’m not letting you get away with this,” he shook his head and pulled at his hair as he finished setting everything up, “If you’re insisting on being a slut, you’ll be MY slut. And everyone will know…” he jerked your ankle to force you flat on your back.

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Maybe if he’d let the gag out of your mouth, you’d be able to tell him this was just a job to you. That it was clinical… that he was the only one who had ever been able to get you off, that his face was the only one you’d come on… that you needed the money since your parents had disowned you…

But you only laid there, accepting whatever he was going to dish out. You knew he was hurt. You weren’t stupid. You overlooked him while knowing how he felt about you. It took years of horrible one-night stands and countless frat parties pretending that whatever guy you’d picked that night was interesting for you to come to your senses. You hated yourself for being so blind for so long… You adored Tamaki, truly. And you hated yourself for all the times you’d hurt him… so you swallowed your fear and tried to prepare yourself for whatever came next.

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Any soft parts of Tamaki that you’d grown to love were gone, hardened by heartache and desperation. After angling the laptop to get the perfect shot, he started the live stream countdown. Subscribers started trickling in, commenting on how this was a pleasant surprise since it wasn’t one of your regularly scheduled streams. You shut your eyes to pretend this wasn’t real.

Without fanfare or warning, Tamaki ripped apart your thighs, exposing your bare slit. A raw shrill was pulled from your lungs, your back arching from the sting of an abrupt slap. Neurons fired off in your brain… were you in pain? Was it pleasure?

“Since my girlfriend likes to keep secrets from me, I can’t trust what comes out of her whore mouth,” he emphasized his point by stuffing his fingers past your lips, pushing the soaked silk further into your throat, “So she’s going to keep this gag right here until I can fuck the truth out of her,” he trailed his fingers along your reddened folds. Were you getting wet? Horror and shame blossomed in your chest. The fact that you were growing aroused wasn’t lost on Tamaki. His foreign, sadistic grin was back… aimed directly into your soul.  

“So that’s what you like, huh?” His nails bit into your thighs leaving tiny crescents behind, “I’ve been too nice? Too soft?” He pushed your thighs impossibly wide, the stretch causing you to moan. He hovered over your core, onyx orbs blown wide with a mix of hate and lust. Tamaki looked like the devil himself and you wondered just how fucked up you were for wanting his punishment.

He opened his mouth and lolled out his tongue, never severing the desperate gaze you both shared, his intertwined with hunger, yours with fear. You’d never noticed how long and thick his tongue was and couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel caressing every ridge and crevice of your inner walls. He flattened the warm, wet muscle and pressed it along your slit. As he slowly slid it closer and closer to your burning clit, you whimpered and bucked your hips chasing the pleasure you knew he was capable of giving… but this was not your sweet boy and he wasn’t doing any of this for your pleasure.

He slung his arm over your lower stomach and growled into your drenched lips. You were pinned down, helpless against his torturous tongue. Fresh tears pricked at your eyes as you remembered how he’d let you pet him and buck into his face, how sweetly he’d ease you into a gentle release. Not this time… it was all teeth and sharp sucks, his tongue forcing you open violently. You were being shoved over a cliff and despite the horror and violence of what was happening to you. You were approaching an orgasmic state at record speed. Tamaki caught on and doubled down. The arm that wasn’t pinning you into the mattress pulled your leg down straight, your knee in a death grip. The new angle made the sensations even more intense. His face pressed harder into your core and you noticed that at some point, he’d started weeping, small sobs vibrating against your skin. The overwhelming mix of emotions and the vigor in which he was eating you shoved you over the edge.

He kept going along at the same speed with the same determination through your orgasm until it became painful. You pushed past it as best you could, allowing him to sob into your over-sensitive skin until he had his fill. As the pain started intermingling with pleasure, your legs shook and the gag couldn’t hold your screams back any longer. You released against his tongue once more, both of you sobbing. He laid against your thigh for what felt like an eternity before he lifted himself to lay on top of you, his hip bones digging into your soft thighs. You could feel the bulge through the thin material of his boxer briefs. Your hips rose to meet it, a pleading gesture filled with the desire to comfort and please him. Your eagerness encourages his mercy, there’s a meek cry that leaves your lips when the damp silk slips from between your teeth.

“Please baby… I’m so, so sorry I didn’t tell you…” your voice was as weak as a kitten’s cry and Tamaki couldn’t deny it made his heart (his dick) clench.

“Say it…” his lips were close enough to kiss, but you resisted… fearful of what he’d do if you did.

“Say what, Tama?” your eyes were wide with concern and confusion. You were desperate to please him.

He turned your face to the camera that you’d forgotten was there and the gravity of the situation crashed around you again. New tears leaked from your stinging eyes as Tamaki whispered into your ear.

“Say that you’re a lying whore…”

“I..I’m a lying whore…”

The last syllable broke as your abused throat grew accustomed to speaking again. He rewarded you with a soft kiss to your cheek and your eyes closed at the tender gesture. The familiar pain in your chest welled to the surface causing even more tears to escape.

“And tell everyone that you’re my own personal slut”

You repeated the phrase to the audience behind the screen and he hummed with approval, trailing one finger along your wet cheek. 

“Good girl…” the praise sent shivers through your wrecked body.

“And tell them from now on, your boyfriend will be the only one making you come… that they only get to see you be HIS slut.”

You noticed the chat going absolutely haywire at your announcement. Before Tamaki shut your laptop, you realized you’d made three times as much as you’d ever made before and a twisted sense of accomplishment filled your cloudy mind.

“Please,” your voice came out in a croak, “Please untie me. I wanna make it up to you,” his clothed bulge was burning into your core and you could tell he was close to breaking.

“Please let me make you feel good. I’m so, so sorry,” the clench of your thighs around his waist made him whimper.

He reluctantly pulled away to sit on the foot of the bed. The way he curled in on himself hugging his knees made him appear so small, so fragile… a complete change from the man who’d just manhandled you into restraints.

“You’re a liar…” you almost didn’t hear the whisper, his face buried into his knees.

“Please!” you were losing feeling in your hands and all you wanted was to be free to comfort him.

His eyes met yours and it was your Tamaki again... Your sweet boy… the snarling, green beast that threatened to devour you was sleeping now after it reached its fill of violence. He crawled over your body and released your restraint. Before you even regained feeling in your hands, you wrapped your arms around him. You littered his collarbone with sweet kisses and apologetic sobs. He began to melt into your affectionate gestures and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him impossibly close. Wet lips met and your tongues fought against each other for dominance. Hips began to roll against each other, increasing pressure until you both gasped. 

The violence was gone, but this was still not a gentle coupling like you’d been planning. Tamaki pulled away and freed his straining cock from his boxers. The skin-to-skin contact made your eyes roll back into your skull. You felt his long fingers grasp your throat, squeezing to remind you just how powerful they were. You shuddered in response, arching upward into his touch, chasing that high his dominance was giving you.

With one swift motion, Tamaki speared you onto his cock. With the minimal prep he’d given you, the stretch was agonizing. This was by far the largest cock you’d ever taken and it stole your breath from your aching lungs. You moaned earning a visceral reaction from the boy on top of you.  

Tamaki stayed as still as he could. He refused to come so soon… not when he’d waited so long for this. He tightened his grip on your throat and tentatively rocked his hips into yours. It didn’t take long for it to progress into the most frantic love-making you’d ever experienced.

There was no other way to describe it, he was hate fucking you… biting and sucking your chest until blood bloomed under your skin… hammering into your sore, sticky cunt with total abandon… he was using you like a toy, taking out all his frustrations on your body.

It was ecstasy.

When his hips stuttered as he met his release, the spasms of his tip against your gummy walls sent you into a painful orgasm. You were spent and it seemed like he was too. Your fingers twitched over the crown of his head, wanting to run your fingers through his hair but too scared to initiate any contact with him. As if he could read your mind, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his head. You sighed and began carding through the tangles, gently undoing them. You felt a stream of tears running down your chest as you worked your fingers through his strands. Lifting his face gently, you met his teary gaze with your own.

“Don’t…” he drew in a shuddering breath, “ever lie to me like that again…” the monster behind his eyes stirred quietly, a malicious glint in his eye, before shifting back into your gentle boyfriend. 

“Never, I swear to you, baby…” he lets you lift his chin gently to meet your lips. His eyes close and he sighs into your kiss. His muscles relax and when his eyes open again, his warm, adoring expression falls over your face. The hand that wanted to choke the life out of your eyes minutes ago now caresses your jaw tenderly,

“I trust you…” his lips turn up into a grin that’s just a little too wide, “Because you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?” his top lip brushed against your still trembling bottom lip…

“Y-yes…”

You were fucked. This whole situation was fucked up and you weren’t blind to the fact. But as Tamaki nuzzled into your neck placing soft kisses and whispering praises into your skin, you let yourself bask in the gentleness of the moment…

Because you were a smart girl and smart girls learn their lessons quickly...